#<- not really but also kinda maybe??? idk

[dollwhite]

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇

Siren reader

Made by Dolling

Ps this was rushes at the least minute pls read my note at the end!!

Ok so imagine siren reader walking home from the grocery store? Right and like it’s the middle of the night crmnals and crooks r out. So siren reader is just walking with 2-3 bags filled with snacks and junk food when all of a sudden the young boy wonder jumps down infant of reader.

And gos like “Miss.. r you ok?”

AND you’re like “Oh yeah dude my days been great!” Because yeah u eat men but that doesn’t mean u have to be a villain. Like your just trying to live your life , ur taking a break from music, ur not really on social media anymore. Overall everything’s been good.

“Oh um well it’s a villain attack so I think u should go inside.”

That.. wasn’t what you were expecting?.. I mean you weren’t expecting a vigilante to drop down and ask u if you were ok in the first place. But it made you think?

What do you think about vigilantes.? You don’t hate them….. no but you don’t like them either. But this one? What was his name?.. Red Robin yeah that’s it Red Robin.

He could maybe change your mind about that, who ever is rising him their rising him right. But eh not really having a kid that looks no older than 16-17 fight villains like Joker and Bene weren’t good parenting choices. But what would you know? You didn’t have ANY kids or pets for that matter.

So you wouldn’t know anything about parenting but one thing you do know is that if you ever have a kid you wouldn’t want them fighting villains in their teenage years, that’s even worse than them going out partying or drinking.

“Oh would you look at the time, sorry kid I would love to stay and chat but I have to get home! Stay safe though.!!” You shouted, time passed quickly and before you even realized it had been 15 minutes. The trip to the store was only supposed to take at most 8 minutes, as you only like 3 minutes from the store.

𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤

Bruce is going to kill him.. and that’s if the others don’t get to him first.

Tim doesn’t know why but… he was just drawn to you… but could you really blame him? Seeing someone carrying groceries bags in the middle of a big villain attack, wasn’t an every day thing. Maybe it was the way you just seemed to not care about your surroundings.

Or the fact that you were the only one not running indoors, trying to find shelter. Also the fact that your bags were fuller with junk food.

Shit what time is it? Before you run off Tim could have sworn you said something about it having been 15 minutes?? He hopes you read the time wrong.. because if you didn’t than Bruce was going to kill him.

He should start going, any minute now and the coms are going to be filled with them asking what’s taking him so long. He should get going now, when all of this is over. He’s going to look into you look about 21-24 You didn’t look that much older than him maybe more around Jason’s age or Dicks.

Nah you couldn’t be Jason’s age, When Jason died Tim research his class. And Tim never forgets a face if you were in Jason’s old class or school he would have recognized you at lest.

Maybe you’re younger than Jason? Maybe a year or two. Oh look his back at the manner….. in the cave.

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝

It was a good thing you were friends with ivy, if not?…. Your Condo would have been boomed a while ago. It was a crazy day to be a ‘hero’ glad you aren’t one. Your not a villain either

Your just a woman that eats men..

Today was chaotic to say the least. Five different villains had teamed up to take down the hero’s. This was not what you were expecting when moving toGotham, maybe you should go back to star city or just somewhere. You chose Gotham because wellll… it’s a shity place with shity people.

Mostly Man but, it was a lot easier getting man to follow you. All you had to really do was go to a club or bar and just take them to the back.

Hiii so Dolling here I just wanted to say this is kinda short notice because my internet is down, and idk when my mom is going to pay the bill. So ima just try and finish most of my drafts on google docs. And when I’m around internet I will post them! Reblogs and likes are always appreciated!! Also I think I’m going to change my theme every two/month AND my top follower at that time will be able to choose the theme!!

Or should I do a poll with 3 different themes and the one that wins will be the heme for that month, and the one that was close to winning will be my theme for the next month? U guys can pick between those two options!

Love you all

Dolling shining out 💗

[gf2bellamy]

early seasons spence has me in a chokehold so i kinda have a request for you idk if it makes sense but yeah anyway (please dont tell me its obvious im a yapper ill cry)

ANYWHO

secret relationship au im imagining, earlyseasons!spencer x genderneutral/fem!bau!user (doesnt bother me but im trying to be considerate, im a girl but it really doesnt matter)

basically im thinking like the reader gets kidnapped on a case and spence is FREAKING OUT like lack of sleep, pacing constantly and being really set on finding the unsub freaking out.. and when he finally finds the reader in their state hes like that mix of relieved and absolutely appalled at the readers condition (im imagining all beaten and bloody and stuff idk how graphic you wanna make it). hes all ditsy when hes untying their binds and carrying them out of the place since hes so scared for them. the rest of the thing is kinda hotch calmly telling the reader how freaked out spence was and then im thinking like them comforting spencer afterwards and saying all the ‘its not your fault’ and ‘im okay now’ and its so fluffy it rots all our teeth (but i guess it would also be angst) IDK IF IT MAKES ANY SENSE IMSORRY

anyway remember to drink water and take care of yourself

call me some random emoji cause ill probably be here a bunch

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captured — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: reader having bruises, reader being tied up, mention of having a terrible headache, a/n: thank you so so much for your request and your request makes perfect sense don't worry !! i loved the idea and i'm looking forward to your next requests 🐚 <3<3<3 i hope i did your request justice !!!

Spencer didn’t know where you were. No one did. That thought pounded through his skull, looping endlessly as he nursed what had to be his fifth coffee of the day. He hadn’t slept—not even a minute—and the caffeine barely registered.

The coffee tasted like ash, bitter and lifeless. Not that it mattered. All it was doing was keeping him on his feet long enough to find you.

He should have seen this coming. He should have known the unsub would target you. You fit the profile perfectly—he had pored over the details a hundred times, retracing every step the team had made.

And yet, when it mattered most, Spencer had let his guard down.

And now you were gone. Missing. Maybe worse.

The thought sent a fresh wave of nausea rolling through him. His guilt was unbearable.

But it wasn’t just guilt, wasn’t just worry for a teammate.

It was something deeper, something he wasn’t allowed to show, not in a room full of profilers.

Because this wasn’t just about an agent being taken.

This was about you.

The person he had been secretly slipping away with after hours and the person whose hand he had held in the darkness when no one was looking.

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

He should have stopped you. You should have never been the one to go on that stakeout alone, even if it was routine. Even if you’d assured him you’d be fine. The memory of your casual smile as you walked out the door stabbed at him like a knife.

“It’s just for a few hours, Spence,” you’d said with that soft lilt in your voice, the one you used when you were trying to put him at ease. The one that undid him every time.

He’d smiled back, pretending to believe you, but his stomach had tightened even then. He should have insisted on going with you.

And now—God, now—he didn’t know if he would ever hear that voice again.

It was a small mistake—one that was tearing him apart.

He hadn’t even realized he’d been gripping the edge of the desk until his knuckles turned white. He forced himself to let go, staring blankly at the case file in front of him. It was no use. He’d already memorized every detail, every piece of evidence. Nothing had led them to you yet.

But it would. It had to.

Spencer rubbed his eyes, exhaustion clawing at him. His entire body screamed for rest, but the idea of closing his eyes—even for a moment—felt impossible. His mind was too full of you.

The burning in his eyes was unbearable, but the ache in his chest was worse.

Everyone on the team was worried about you—how could they not be? But they were also worried about him. And they had every reason to be.

They thought his reaction was because the two of you were close, because he was the type to carry the weight of every case like a personal failure. But it was more than that.

He wasn’t just losing an agent. He was losing you.

He swallowed hard, his grip tightening around the desk once more.

He stared at the evidence board in front of him, the faces of the victims haunting him as he tried to force his brain into profiling mode. But every time he looked at their photos, all he could see was you.

Your smile. Your eyes. The way you looked at him.

His chest tightened painfully, and he dug his fingers into the desk again.He needed to focus.

“Reid.”Hotch’s voice broke through his frantic thoughts.

Spencer’s head snapped toward the doorway where Hotch stood, his expression unreadable as always. “We’ve got a lead,” he said, stepping inside.“Where?” Spencer asked.

“An abandoned warehouse on 14th and Grant,” Hotch replied evenly, though the concern in his eyes was clear.

Spencer turned back to the board, his mind racing as he analyzed the new information. Within seconds, he made the connection. The location fit the unsub’s pattern, his profile—it was possible.

It was enough.

Spencer shot to his feet without another word, practically bolting out the door. The rest of the team exchanged quick glances before following him.

He didn’t care if he looked reckless. He didn’t care if they saw how desperate he was. He had wasted enough time already.

Derek barely had time to react before Spencer climbed into the passenger seat, his breathing uneven.

Derek glanced at him, concern flickering across his face as he started the engine. “Reid—”

“Just drive,” Spencer snapped.

Derek didn’t argue. He knew better.

The SUV tore through the streets, Derek driving faster than protocol allowed. But he didn’t care. He knew Spencer would bite his head off if he slowed down, and frankly, he couldn’t blame him.

Spencer’s knee bounced restlessly as his eyes darted to the GPS screen, counting down the seconds until they arrived.

The second the car came to a stop in front of the warehouse, Spencer threw open the door and bolted.

“Reid, wait!” Derek’s voice rang out behind him, but it was no use.

Spencer didn’t slow down. He couldn’t.

His pulse roared in his ears as he burst into the building, gun raised, breath ragged. His rational mind screamed at him to slow down, to wait for backup, to clear the scene carefully—standard protocol.

But protocol didn’t matter right now.

The dim lighting inside cast long, eerie shadows along the walls. The air was thick with dust and something metallic—rust, maybe blood. His stomach turned at the thought.

His grip on his gun tightened as he moved swiftly, his heart hammering against his ribs.

Room after room, door after door—empty.

Panic coiled in his chest, squeezing tighter with each dead end. His mind flashed with worst-case scenarios.

He shoved them down. He couldn’t think like that.

Then, he reached the last door.

Spencer barely took a breath before forcing it open, gun at the ready.

And then—

His stomach dropped.

There you were.

His voice cracked as he called out your name, his heart pounding in his chest. He rushed toward you, his gun immediately lowering as he took in your state.

His stomach twisted at the sight of you—unconscious, slumped forward, your wrists tightly bound to the arms of the chair. The dim lighting highlighted the bruises and cuts on your face, the sight of them sending a jolt of raw panic through him. For a brief, gut-wrenching moment, Spencer feared the worst.

He knelt beside you, his hands trembling as they moved to your neck. His fingers pressed gently against your pulse point, but for what felt like an eternity, there was nothing.

His mind raced. Was this it? Was this how it ended?

Then—

There it was.

A faint, steady beat beneath his fingertips.

Relief crashed over him like a tidal wave, and for the first time in what felt like hours, Spencer’s lungs finally let him take a full breath. He leaned forward, forehead nearly touching yours as he whispered shakily, “Thank God. You’re okay. You’re okay.”

His hands moved to your face, cupping it gently as he tilted your head up to get a better look at you.

When your face came into full view, his breath hitched.

Bruises marred your cheekbone and temple, a thin line of dried blood trailing down from your hairline. Spencer’s heart clenched so tightly he thought it might break. He bit his lip, trying to keep it together, trying to maintain some semblance of control

One single tear slipped down his cheek as he softly brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch as gentle as if he were handling glass.

“I’m here,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I’m here.”

“Morgan!” Spencer’s voice cracked, raw with emotion, as he yelled.

Seconds later, Derek burst into the room, gun in hand, his face hard and alert. “Reid, I just cleared the—” But the moment his eyes landed on you, his words died in his throat.

Derek cursed under his breath, his gaze shifting between you and Spencer, before asking about your condition, his concern palpable as he rushed to Spencer’s side, holstering his gun.

“Alive,” Spencer barely managed to choke out the word, his voice trembling. “Pulse is steady, but we need to get out of here.”

Morgan nodded, his jaw tightening as he quickly pulled out his knife to cut through the ropes binding your wrists.

Spencer’s hands were already on you, one cradling the back of your head, the other resting gently on your arm. His thumb stroked soothing circles on your skin.

The motion was familiar, a small gesture he used to comfort you when you were restless after nightmares, when he needed to remind you—remind himself—that you were safe.

He hoped it would work now, that somehow, it would bring you back to him.

Morgan worked quickly, slicing through the restraints. As soon as your wrists were free, Spencer carefully pulled you into his arms, holding you close against him.

His breath hitched as he whispered your name, lips near your ear. “It’s me. You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

Your body felt so limp against him. He could barely feel his own limbs—his exhaustion was a distant thing compared to the need to keep you safe.

Derek’s voice broke through his daze, placing a hand on Spencer’s shoulder. “Let’s move.”

Spencer nodded. As he moved, one arm tightening protectively around you.

As they made their way outside, the sunlight hit Spencer’s face, but he barely noticed.

All he could focus on was you—the bruises and cuts that were on your skin, the way your body felt too light in his arms. His heart clenched at the thought of how much pain you must have endured, how much suffering had been thrust upon you, all because of the job.

He had promised you that he would protect you, that he would keep you safe. And now, he felt like he had failed you.

Two hours later, after one heated argument with the paramedics, Spencer had insisted on riding in the ambulance with you. He had refused to let you be alone, not for a second.

Now, you were lying in a sterile hospital bed, an IV drip hooked up to you, the soft beeping of machines a constant reminder that you were still here—still alive.

Spencer, on the other hand, was slumped in an uncomfortable plastic chair. His body contorted in a way that he knew he would regret later, but he didn’t care. His legs were stretched out, but his back was hunched, his neck bent at an awkward angle.

You slowly opened your eyes, blinking as the bright overhead lights made everything blur. The room was unfamiliar—hospital white with the sharp scent of antiseptic lingering in the air.

The pain hit you almost immediately—sharp and unwelcome—making its way through your head and down your body. You winced, biting your lip to hold back the whimper that threatened to escape.

The pain was intense, but it was nothing compared to the weight of everything that had happened.

The fear, the physical pain, the overwhelming sense of helplessness, it all crashed down on you like a tidal wave. But beneath it all, something else made itself known. The hum of machines, the soft beeping of your pulse, the sterile scent of the hospital room.

You slowly became aware that you were no longer in that dark, cold room, bound and at the mercy of the unsub. You were safe now.

And with that realization came relief.

You weren’t dead. You hadn’t been forgotten or abandoned. The unsub hadn’t fulfilled his plan.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and before you could stop them, they began to fall. You lifted your hand to your face, wiping them away quickly, but more kept coming. You couldn’t stop them.

Your eyes scanned the room, and that’s when you saw him.

Spencer.

He was there, slumped in the chair beside your bed. His exhaustion was unmistakable. His hair was messier than usual, not gelled back.

You sat there quietly observing the boy you had come to love so much.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and you turned your head to see Hotch step in. His usual stern expression softened when his eyes met yours, and for the briefest of moments, you could see the relief in his gaze.

“Hi, Hotch,” you mumbled weakly, offering a small, tired smile.

Hotch stepped further into the room, taking in your condition. "How are you doing?" His voice was softer than usual, an underlying concern lacing his words as he slowly closed the door behind him.

"My head is killing me," you replied, your voice hoarse, barely above a whisper. Your hand instinctively went to your temple, massaging it gently, but it did little to alleviate the pain.

Hotch nodded understandingly. He glanced at Spencer briefly, noting the way he hadn’t moved a muscle.

Hotch’s eyes lingered on Spencer for a moment longer than necessary, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he knew more than he was letting on.

It wouldn’t surprise you; Hotch was perceptive in ways no one else was, and your relationship with Spencer hadn’t exactly been subtle all the time.

He cleared his throat before speaking again. "We got him," Hotch said. "The unsub... he's in custody."

You closed your eyes for a moment, letting out a shaky breath. The news felt like a balm to your soul.

You’d been terrified that the danger hadn’t truly passed, that the man who had done this to you would still be out there, free to hurt others. But now, you could finally breathe.

He was behind bars, where he belonged.

"Thank you," you whispered, your body finally relaxing a little, your tension ebbing away with the knowledge that the man behind your nightmare was locked away.

Hotch’s gaze softened, though his face remained stoic as always. “He was worried sick,” Hotch said, nodding toward Spencer. “He didn’t sleep. He was looking for you the entire time.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest, your breath catching as you shifted your gaze from Hotch back to Spencer.

You could see the toll the search had taken on him. You fought the urge to reach for him, to run your fingers through his hair and wake him up just so you could see his face, to remind yourself that he was real, that he was here.

The face that had been your lifeline during the long days of captivity. It was that face, the one you’d thought of in the darkest moments, that had kept you sane.

Hotch seemed to notice the way your gaze lingered on Spencer, and for a moment, his usually unreadable face softened.

He didn’t say anything, but you could tell that he knew.

Spencer stirred slightly in his sleep, making a soft sound as he shifted. His body tensed before relaxing, the quiet movements of someone who was waking from exhaustion.

Hotch glanced down at Spencer, then back at you.He gave your arm a gentle squeeze—one that was light enough to not cause you any pain—and you looked at him.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Hotch said quietly. He gave you a small nod before stepping back.“Thanks, Hotch,” you mumbled, your voice still weak, but filled with genuine gratitude.

The door clicked softly behind him.As if on cue, Spencer slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times as the light seemed to hurt him.

His eyes immediately locked onto yours, and in that instant, you saw everything—the relief, the exhaustion, the quiet joy of seeing you alive.

“You’re awake,” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath, as if he didn’t quite believe it himself.

His eyes searched your face, his expression tightening as he took in every little detail.

Spencer never liked to admit his feelings. He never said the words, but you felt them in the way his eyes lingered on you, in the way he never once left your side.

You knew what was hidden beneath the surface, even if the world didn’t.

"Hi," you mumbled back, trying to offer him a small, weak smile. The effort was exhausting, but you didn’t want him to see just how badly you were hurting.

As you shifted to sit up a bit, the sharp pain in your head and limbs made itself known, and you couldn’t stop the soft groan that slipped from your lips.

Without a second thought, Spencer stood up from his seat, stepping closer to your bed, but he didn’t reach for you immediately.

"How are you feeling?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper, cracking slightly. His eyes scanned over you—lingering on the bruises and cuts that were on your skin.

His breath caught in his throat as his gaze flickered from the fresh marks on your body to your face, and for a split second, it seemed like he couldn’t look at you without some part of him breaking.

"I’ll be fine," you said, your voice strained as you did your best to sound convincing, but the words didn’t do much to reassure him.

You could see it in the way he flinched, his hand immediately running through his hair—trying to distract himself from how visibly shaken he was by the sight of you in pain.

Spencer Reid, who always had an answer for everything, who always had control, was falling apart.

He leaned forward slightly, as if wanting to touch you but unsure if he should.

“Spence,” you whispered, your voice quiet but filled with reassurance. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”

But Spencer’s gaze remained on you, his body tense, and his hands flexed, still not knowing where to go. His lips parted again, as though to say something, but it came out only as a soft breath.

His fingers hovered near your arm but didn’t touch.

It was like he was afraid of hurting you more. You could see the guilt gnawing at him. It was written all over his face.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, his voice barely audible. “I should’ve been there. I should’ve—" His words faltered, and he cut himself off.

"Spence," you said slowly, your voice soft but insistent. You reached out and grabbed his hand, your fingers curling around his gently.

His grip tightened around your hand, but it felt shaky. The words suddenly spilled out.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve known. I should’ve known you could be in danger and I—” His voice cracked, and the rest of the sentence died in his throat. His breath hitched, and it was clear he was trying to hold back tears.

But they came anyway, pooling in his eyes, spilling over and leaving tracks down his pale face.

Your heart clenched at the sight of him—this was the man who had stayed by your side, refused to leave even when his mind told him he couldn’t handle it anymore.

The man who, despite everything, was still so gentle with you, so protective, and yet, here he was, blaming himself for things beyond his control.

"Spencer, stop," you said softly, your voice full of concern for him “Please, stop.”

His eyes remained downcast, his shoulders slumped in defeat. "I should have," he murmured under his breath, barely loud enough for you to catch.

His voice trembled, breaking on the words. "I should’ve been more careful. I should’ve made sure you were safe. You're hurt... you're in the hospital because of me."

Your heart broke all over again. He always did this to himself, carried the weight of everyone else’s pain as if it were his own.

"No, no," you whispered urgently, doing your best to push through the lingering pain in your head as you squeezed his hand tighter.

The effort sent a sharp pulse through your skull, but you forced yourself to focus, to hold on to him. "Spence, it wasn’t your fault. Don't ever think that," you said firmly, your voice filled with all the care and strength you had left.

"Listen to me," you continued, the words coming from the depths of your soul. "You did everything you could. You were there. You found me. You're the reason I'm alive, Spencer. If anyone should be sorry, it’s the man who did this to me, not you." Your words were soft.

Spencer’s breath hitched again, his face contorting. He looked at you like you were the only thing keeping him together.

You took a slow, steady breath, forcing yourself to speak through the exhaustion. "You’re not the reason I’m here, Spence," you said, your voice full of the truth you wished he could feel deep inside himself. "You’re the reason I’m going to be okay. You always are."

Your words seemed to reach him, just enough to keep him from falling apart completely.

"Promise me something," you said, your voice soft but unwavering. "Promise me you’ll stop blaming yourself. It’s not on you. It never was."

He nodded slowly, his hand tightening around yours in return.

“I promise,” he whispered, though it felt like he was still trying to convince himself more than anyone else.

"Come here," you said softly.

Without a second thought, Spencer leaned forward, his body folding into yours as he gently buried his face in the crook of your neck, his arms sliding around you with a tenderness that made your heart ache.

His breath hitched as he adjusted, trying his best not to press too hard, too recklessly, worried about hurting you. His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer as though he couldn’t bear to let go.

When he finally pulled back, there was a small smile on his face that wasn’t there before.

You smiled gently, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from his face, your fingers lingering on his skin.

"I’m okay," you whispered, your voice tender, just for him. "I’m really okay, Spence."

He leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, lingering for just a second longer than usual, before pulling back with a contented sigh. "I’m so glad you’re here" he murmured.

You squeezed his hand tightly, smiling at him.

He pulled the chair closer to your bed, never letting go of your hand, settling into it with a deep breath. He was still physically exhausted, emotionally drained, but he didn’t care.

All that mattered was that you were here.

[ronearoundblindly]

Hi!! I just found your blog and 😭😭 you're so talented, like, what?? I def need more!!! I dunno if this is how it works, or if you're still doing the dirty asks game, but I was thinking maybe E,K,U and S (or Z!) for Johnny?

Have a lovely day!! oh, and well, happy new year 🙂‍↕️

Prompts are from this ask game and part of my ongoing list of answers! You can also find A, B, C, D, and V already answered for this boi.

Warnings for...well...they are dirty asks so be prepared for sexy and sexual content 😉 including (but not limited to) discussion of oral, somnophilia, ummmm tickling? emotional unavailability? and idk other stuff. MINORS DNI.

Happy New Year! I love ya! I appreciate you taking the time, dearie 💜 Happy reading... 😈💋

K - Kissing

So this...implies some romance that's not typical for Johnny. His kissing is less emotional and more intense and deep--but seriously, it's not an indication of his longterm interest or level of affection. (There is an exception to this which is Johnny has no problem giving hickies. He will mark. you. up. ((He can't be marked in the same way due to healing.))

HOWEVER, those small, nonchalant pecks--if Johnny ends up smooching you and it doesn't lead to sex, it wasn't in the middle of sex, or especially if there's no one around to see it,--that's THE REAL DEAL. Something utterly devoted has sparked inside him if (and when) Johnny slows down to kiss you. Or slows for any reason, really.

In regards to where Johnny likes to kiss or be kissed? Again, he's not much of a kisser. He's big on touching and groping and tickling, since he's a goofball and true 'player,' i.e. Johnny is nearly always playful, but once there's a connection made with you, he...

okay, so, the thing is, he actually does like to be kissed, and the place that drives Johnny wild is above his dick, right at his adonis belt, that v-cut, the pubes. This is so ridiculously intimate/possessive/reverent; he can barely handle the conflicting drives to melt beneath or conquer you. Strange thing...he would have thought the proximity would just make him want a blowjob but instead he's a goner.

U - Underwear

Commando. Easy-Access Man. Next question.

LOL, just kidding. Mostly, Johnny wears nothing, certainly not with his Human Torch second skin. He used to wear boxers but lost too many of those to a smoldering heap. No point.

On women? Crotchless panties are his favorite, but there's this new trend of booty shorts--he's very, very into them. Generally, he would have thought anything less-is-more would be best in his eyes, but there's this kinda *pop* in the stretchy fabric when it jumps over the swell of your ass...mmhmmm IT'S GOOD.

S - Sleepy Sex

Sleepy morning? You are 100% welcome to wake him up with some head or ride his cock to your heart's content, but Johnny himself doesn't usually start stuff first thing. This goes hand in hand with him being unable to slow down much. He's all about releasing tension before bed though. A good romp to tire him out and calm the mind? Absofuckinglutely. No, he doesn't particularly care if you were already asleep. You'll thank him later. Don't worry. It's always worth your his while.

Z - Zones

Classic man. Go for his neck or his crotch. Johnny is a #basicbitch in this respect. It feeds his ego to be touched all over--duh, he's got this glorious bod, you should want to touch him,--but he has never been a fan of biting, on him or on others. Since he's just about always in the mood, it does not take a lot of foreplay to get him ready.

E - Extra Info

Unpopular opinion: I imagine that perhaps the ultimate show of love/devotion/possession to Johnny is not marriage and all that normal stuff but, instead, if you let him brand you.

He works hard and focuses to not burn people, so you allowing him permanently claim you as his--which he would not do in a casual way, not with random hookups and one-night-stands, not until he is sure that word won't get back to Sue who would kill him--shows a level of trust he didn't believe he would want much less earn.

Johnny is aware he's a ridiculous and kinda stunted man-child emotionally. He's smart enough to know that. Johnny will never stop being grateful to the woman who can stick around, see past it, and grow with him...playfully, of course. You should never stop roasting him about the man-child-ness.

Thank you for asking!

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[aahsoka]

one thing i think is very funny about severance is them redoing famous paintings to fit into their whole founder cult thing.

like them stealing the pose from “Wanderer Above a Sea Of Mist” . Also Irving and the O&D guy having an almost…… obvious reaction to the ‘sublime’ (as in they found it beautiful but terrifying) which was a big theme of Caspar David Friedrich’s art and especiqlly evident in this piece. but also it is unlike Friedrich’s work because it turns his rükenfigur (a figure facing away from the viewer which is also a recurring theme in his works) into a figure that Does indeed look back at you.

German Romanticism was also very focused on finding God in nature (it was a kind of attempt at reigniting christian religious fervor) so its apt to include it in the way that Lumon’s whole deal seems to draw very heavily from christianity.

No idea if the background is taken from somewhere else (they look like the great lakes to me?) I just really love Caspar David Friedrich.

also the mussolini facade vs that big relief sculpture. maybe theres a better analogue but this was my first thought.

anyways I think its fun in the way that the symbolism is kinda heavy handed lol. Or maybe I only feel that way as an art history student idk. But I do enjoy when a show can give me a little of that kind of reference …… IF they do it well.

also disclaimer: I am only on season 1 episode episode 5 as of this post! Please do not discuss beyond that episode with me until I catch up thanks <3

[pobblebonked]

Might be too much info but not really.

I am ****very**** asexual and aromantic i know this very much so about myself but your TF art does a lot for me , in a very non sexual way. Maybe its because im also agender and the idea kinda sorta of just being a thing. I use it/its pronouns exclusively, and prefer to be called thing or boy-thing, by people I know, compared to like person, Idk does a lot.

Love your art, made me make a pool toy furry sona, and from there so many more! :) 💙

awww thank you! im glad the pooltoy propaganda is working

[spiritually-a-deer]

🎀I Need some tips for NON BASIC outfits for school this winterrrrr i love downtown aesthetic and whismical things. Thanks IF you answer🎀

ugh we all know the war girlie :,) okayy im no fashion expert and i have my own preferences but i'll try my bestt ^^ so i think the downtown girl aesthetic is actually pretty easy to do in winter? for that style you could wear flared jeans or corduroy pants oorr cargos (or lowkey also normal baggy jeans?) and a tate or grandpa orr rory gilmore sweater with converse or docs and a leather or corduroy jacket (and maybe some jewelry, a tote bag and headphones ohh and scarfs keep you warm AND fit this style). you can perfectly wear a lot of shirts and leggings underneath those. now if you don't alwayyyss wanna wear sweaters you could ofc also wear a pretty band/graphic tshirt over a long sleeve shirt oorr a tight button up long sleeve over a lace top à la elena gilbert (layeringgg !!) and if you'll also get bored of only wearing pants you could get those beige thermal leggings/tights (i also need them rn omg) and wear other pretty patterned tights and plaid mini skirts or jeans mini skirts oorr black pencil mini skirts over them :D ohh and all those clothes should be in like darker and maybe brownish and greenish colours ig? here are just some fits (kinda) like that which i personally find very prettyyy: ⊹₊⟡⋆

i really love how simple and comfy yet cute most downtown girl outfits are :) some brands i really recommend for those clothes are h&m, hollister, brandy and urban outfitters btw ^^

sooo about the whimsical stuff... at first i thought this was gonna be a bit harder but then i remembered that maxi skirts are very typical for that style and you can perfectly wear warm pants under these in winter without anyone seeing it bc they're so long :D honestly idk as much about whimsical styles as about downtown girl but lots of colours, especially like brown and green earthy tones and dark violet and blue are definetely fitting, also silky fabrics, lace, flowy sleeves and motives like stars, mushrooms, spirals/coils (idk english isnt my first language :,D) and stars :) ohh and lotss of (vintage) jewelry (especially necklaces and rings) with those motives and crystals !! and although maxi skirts are very typical there are also very fitting shorter skirts which you can combine with colourful patterned tights ^^ you could use the thermal leggings trick again :) flared pants/jeans and cardigans also could be combined whimsically ^^ !! and finally, some of my fav whimsical outfit inspo which i found: ⊹₊⟡⋆

now a lot of the tops in the pics are short sleeved for some reason but im sure there are also a lot of long sleeved flowy blouses etc for winter :) i recommend urban outfitters again and thrift stores to look for these kinda clothes in ^^ wow okay that was a longer answer than i planned but i hope i could help you at least a bit <33

[fangirl-docintraining]

this might be a weird question so feel free to ignore I’m just genuinely curious. I know a lot of this fandom is in the queer community and puts a lot of that into fics and stuff and I was wondering if you’d ever had the thought of adding some queer themes or character headcanons to the SGUN timeline? This is not like a demand or some shit LMAO I’m just genuinely curious cause I find it’s a common theme in the fics

This is a super good question! And TY for asking it so respectfully!! Buckle up folks. Also this is just my own little take on the characters and how they fit in my story and me as a writer, I def read ships other people write for the fandom 😂

Tbh I’ve waffled back and forth on it because I feel like some of the ships a lot. Ones that I sorta could see in my mind for my fics specially are Steve and Soda, also maybe Ponyboy and Johnny. I have eaten up fics about these pairs tbh 😂

however I waffle personally BECAUSE

1. (Less important) I feel like a really impactful point of the outsiders is like male friendships and that level of vulnerability is so rare and I really like the way that it sorta focuses on boys being able to have those deep emotional and physical connections without it immediately equating to a romantic relationship. Like part of the beauty of Steve and Soda’s friendship to me is that they can be vulnerable with each other and rely on each other for emotional support as friends which was like not a big thing especially in the canon time period. However, they also would work well romantically imo. I need the angst of them being in Oklahoma in the 60’s, so as I said I waffle 😂 also there were thoughts of sprinkling Steve and Soda in the background of SGUN, I also thought about having a little Parry reference there too (Darry out here having Bi energy to me, but that’s a whole other story lol).

2. (Importanter point 😂) I’m a cis straight (as far as I know lol, haven’t really dated anyone ever so 🤷🏼‍♀️) white woman, so I do want to really ensure that I have been respectful of the queer community (and other minorities) when I’m writing. I know there’s a lot of instances where one could argue straight women fetishize mlm relationships etc, so I also think that plays a role in me wanting to be mindful of making sure to not elevate my voice above queer community authors or not representing that community accurately if that makes sense? Idk like also I just don’t ever want to feel like I’m speaking about something I’ve never experienced and it coming off as disingenuous or disrespectful as many people have actual personal experiences with the topics I would be writing about. All this to say partially I’ve just been more neutral to be cautious because in a lot of ways I come from a place of privilege and I take that very seriously and try to constantly be aware the implications of that, both in my personal writing and also as a healthcare provider. Basically, I kinda worried myself into a little corner and was like it’s not my place to write those kinds of ships for this fandom 😂

All of this to say, I am not opposed to writing the aforementioned ships because I do feel like the shifting dynamics would be fun to explore, but I think I’ve just been cautious because I’m a nervous Nelly and want everyone to feel respected ❤️

Sorry this got long, I’d love to hear y’all’s thoughts, but let’s keep it respectful tumblr 😂 (I have a crippling fear of internet discourse so bad pls be nice)

[novastar-creations]

Au(? Plot extension?) where Hueso is really understaffed post-Kraang invasion and Sunita has to help him out (she got the job through nepotism exploding frankie)

It was really fun playing with different proportions and styles of the uniform - I had a limited colour pallet cos both Sunita and the Run of the Mill uniform had set colours and I didn’t wanna stray too far from canon. I was also focusing more on the actual designs and pushing proportion so I didn’t flip the canvas (had to actually restrain myself from doing it but y’know) that’s why some of ‘em look janky.

Left: My friend really liked this one (something about the pants?). The whole idea of Waitress!Sunita actually originated with this one, cos I drew it (and another one I think) in my sketchbook. That kinda triggered an inspiration bought and I worked on these for like, two days.

Middle: At some point I got the idea to give her wraps bc (headcanon time) she struggles keeping her form for long periods of time. I don’t really like this one as much as the others though, and I think it’s because she hasn’t got a shirt on under her vest? Something about that annoys me idk.

Right: This one was really cute! I do like the idea of her having really long cuffs or using her wraps to ramp down her sleeves - I might reuse that in the final design. Also, the hair on this one really stuck out to me for some reason.

MORE DESIGNS UNDER THE CUT ;]

Left: Don’t ask her what the specials are or what her favourite pizza is. She will ramble for ages and you’ll never eat. Design wise, I really like this one, and I think it’s because of how the vest tucks into the apron and crosses over itself. Something about that scratches my brain.

Middle: This one’s probably my least favourite, just cos it’s kinda boring. It’s cute, yea, but it just needs a little more flair. One might even say it needs razzmatazz. Also the boys fighting over the last slice of pizza would drive her endlessly insane, especially cos she can’t whoop their butts while she’s working.

Right: I think she’d sometimes try and do things too fast and accidentally slip. Hueso would be very forgiving tho. The little braid is cute, but I don’t think it’s my favourite hair (goop?) style I gave her.

Left: After a bit of time, her workload would decrease and she’d have more breaks - giving her more time to mess around on her phone. Also, it’s not fair Leo’s the only one with a nickname from Hueso. I think he’d give most of the regular (teen) patrons nicknames.

Middle: Sometimes she takes her time with delivering orders to their tables (tho she mostly does it out of spite when customers are rude to her) and dances over. I think she and Mikey would get on really well (hence the friendship bracelet).

Right: She would probably get herself in trouble because she messes around a little, and she’d have to do some less fun jobs, like taking out the trash, as punishment.

Left: This one will probably be the final design if I make it into an actual au? It has all the stuff of the other designs that I like, plus’s some other flairs. I think I’d redo it just a little, maybe give her the wraps, cos I really like that idea (and the matching friendship bracelet with Mikey ofc)

Right: This one was the precursor to the wraps, with the idea in this post that she uses armour to hold herself together. I ended up scrapping this really early on because I didn’t like the armour design I made (too boring). I might reuse the idea later, idk. I did really like the little puff sleeves. I think this was the other one I did in my sketchbook?

Despite all her clumsiness, hyperactivity, and various quirks, she’d probably be better than most of Hueso’s staff, cos unlike her, they all run from the mafia bosses (and/or compete for unicorns, destroying the restaurant in the process).

Sketches in (more or less) the order I started drawing them!

[slut4thebroken]

Delulu vampire!Crane deleted scene lol

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Pairing | Vampire!Jonathan Crane x reader

Summary | Jonathan takes care of his little prey.

Warnings | He’s kinda creepy, and very judgy lol, and of course very delulu but we love it.

Words | 640

Notes | Idk for some reason I didn’t really want to include this at the end of the fic but I already wrote it so I figured I’d post it 🤷‍♀️

Masterlist

Previous part

Once inside the building, he found your keys in your purse and opened the front door, then carried you inside, gently kicking it shut behind him. Your apartment was small and he found your bedroom easily. After laying you on top of the bed, he hesitated. You were covered in dirt and blood, and it would only take a second to clean you up before he left… So he found the bathroom and rummaged through all of your cabinets, taking in every detail before eventually grabbing the wash cloth that was right in front of his face, getting it damp with water.

He sat down next to you on the bed and carefully wiped the mascara tracks from your cheeks and the smears of red from your lips, neck, and chest. He didn’t touch your pussy though— he wanted you to have a chance at remembering exactly what happened.

Once he finished cleaning you up, he figured he should leave some stuff on your nightstand for when you woke up. He got the painkillers he saw in the bathroom, then went to the kitchen for a glass of water, deciding to take a detour through your living room. Your place wasn’t too messy, but it wasn’t nearly clean enough for his liking.

He also got a flicker of excitement in his chest when he saw the bookcase full of books, but the feeling faded when he walked over to examine them. Jonathan reminded himself that you were your own person, of course you wouldn’t have the same taste in books as him, but he was still disappointed at all of the fantasy and romance covers he saw. He’ll have to encourage you to branch out, start reading more educated books— maybe he should get you some for when he sees you next.

He finally made his way to the kitchen and frowned when he opened the fridge and freezer— not a single fruit or vegetable in sight. This was absolutely unacceptable. You seemed like you were in pretty decent shape, especially when you were running, but maybe it was just the adrenaline. He can’t have a prey who lives off of frozen meals, you’ll barely survive the next chase. The pantry was worse; so many chips and snacks, all of them unhealthy.

Were his eating habits much better before he turned? No… But he had an excuse. He ordered takeout all the time because he was busy working a real job and doing experiments, not reading silly books. He’ll just have to find a way to help you change this part of your lifestyle as well.

Finally, he got a glass of water and a snack he found in the pantry that looked like the ‘healthiest’ option in there… When he placed them on the nightstand and saw you again, he faltered. You looked so uncomfortable, it was only right that he changed you into some pajamas.

So he walked over to your dresser and started with the top drawers. Lots of socks and plain underwear, then he found the lace. So many bodysuits, matching sets… he couldn’t wait to see you wear these for him. He went through the rest of your dresser, inspecting all of your clothes before pulling out some sweatpants and a shirt.

Changing your clothes was easy with his enhanced strength and when he finished, he took a step back, but something was missing… Socks. He walked back over to the dresser for a pair of fuzzy socks that he saw, then slipped them on your feet.

As a finishing touch, he took out the bullet from his pocket and set it on your nightstand next to the water. He desperately wanted to stay longer, maybe fuck you again, but he reluctantly left, already imagining how the next hunt might go.

[harrys-toothpaste]

bumping into 1d in the school hallways:

louis: kindly smile, wave at him, then casually flip him the bird; he’ll smirk and do the same, or just laugh. other times we’d just copy each other’s eager, lit-up expressions in our faces and just wave all enthusiastically at each other and i would go “HIIIII!!!” and he’d say the same back trying to mimic me lol. then we’d wrap our sweaters around each other idk.

liam: i would hug him every. single. chance. i got. holy shit. he is so huggable. i wanna cry. he would just be the kindest soul to me. sometimes he’d get creative (goofy) with his greetings, he’d wanna make me laugh. if he sees me not well or feeling down, he will instantly try to cheer me up, he would run over to me and just instantly put a smile on my face, maybe even a laugh. his energy is just contagious and infectious!

niall: we’d simply greet each other with song lyrics, finishing each others, and singing them pretty horribly but no matter. and we’d be laughing all the while. if either of us were carrying food the other of us would immediately become interested and remark on that, followed by some crude “lucky fucker” type remark haha. but eventually we’d probably share, or at least he’d offer me a bite, me i tend not to share as much haha. we’d also wanna tell each other gossip, like “omg did you hear…” and that “casual stop” would turn into just the two of us standing by the locker dishing out a whole tea sesh LMAO.

zayn: i feel like we’d just be really shy and introverted with our greetings, like a casual “yo” or “hey” or just flashing each other one of these

combined.

harry: i feel like in the beginning he’d be kinda shy with his greetings but as we grew more comfortable with each other oh gosh. we’d just be so quirky. we’d come up with our own unique greetings. he’d just freeze whatever he was doing and open his arms right up with the widest smile and this adorably eager wide-eyed expression, he would say either “hi you!” to my “hiii!!!” “it’s you!” and i’d laugh and go “it’s me!” and ofc we would hug every. single. time. and then that would be it. besides the subtle chit chat about our days, maybe a tiny bit of gossip (if niall hadn’t told me already), or i would simply tell him “yeah, i already know, lol niall told me” and he’d shake his head at that.

anything to add on?

@yourlocalstilinski-valdez @twilight-good-yall-dumb

[l3m0nteeth]

So bout that friend from a while back who kept making sexual jokes about me even though she knows I’m aroace and has been explicitly asked multiple times to stop!!!

yeah she hasn’t stopped. Instead she’s been blowing the comments off and saying I need to take a joke and that I’m overreacting :(

anyway today was finally the breaking point. She said “you seem like the kind of person, where if same sex marriage was ever illegal, you’d marry a gay man(implying he would secretly date a guy and I would secretly date a girl)” I replied to her saying no I wouldn’t do that because I’m aroace and that would have literally no benefit for me and she decided to respond by saying “well yeah but maybe you’d fall in love”

…

I’ve bee open about being aroace with her for about 3 or 4 years now. Until now she’s been making mostly sexual comments and jokes and I guess I never really felt to bad about them and was able to make myself forget it because anything involving sex kinda feels fake to me but idk this was the breaking point. Her implying that I’m wrong about myself and that I will fall in love someday (Ik it’s not exactly what the quote said but based on our past and other factors I know this is what she’s thinking)

what really broke me tho was afterwards another friend came up to me (she said this at our lunch table in front of many other people who also know I’m aroace and didn’t react at all) and talked to me bout it. I’m actually so so grateful they came up to me and told me what she did wasn’t right and that they’d noticed all the other times she’s said things like this. And idk I was holding back tears

Up until now no one has ever really acknowledged what she’s been saying or anything so having someone actually do that and agree with me that she should not be acting like that… idk it meant a lot to me. They hugged me and asked if I wanted them to talk to her about it and I just felt so cared for ig? Idk I’m really grateful for all they said

Anyway the point of this post was to say I’m going to try and talk to her one more time tomorrow and try to explain why I don’t like these comments and how she’s being homophobic and try to explain more in depth ig that I’m not only aroace but also romance and sex repulsed

So wish me luck and if you have any advice pls share ty for listening to my ranting <3

[sapphicdib]

dyever f thing about stars and shut like not just big bright stars but also the dead ones what were they calldd proton stars no no thats young stars it was uhhhhhhhh idk star corpses you know what i mean white dwarfs neutron stars and black holes theyre all just really so cool like especially neutron stars hell id argue that in some scenadrios neutron stars can be more dangerous tan blaco holws and i mean if you compare it by mass than pwr capita neutron stars are way more dangerous than black holes and are kinda crazy too in subtler ways but honestly ieven eneutoron starz get their fair shair of love but not white dwarfs no white darfs dont get much love at all even though theyre arguably the best candidate for life to remain around once all stars dies i mean black holes have all that relativety time business and neutron stars are extremely horrifically anti life but white stars are both very stable and so so so so so so so very fuckin long lived i mean even when the last star dies the first white dwarf wont have died dont quote me on that but you get the idea like even when white dwarfs die they dont die die they just slowly run out of nergy via thermal radiation and over the course of what was it i think a quintillion or so years white dwarfs become black dwarfs although those arent exactly helpful for life and eventually they just turn into big iron balls but thats beside the point the point is if you really wanna live as long as possible you gotta create a superstructure around a black hole theyre marginally stable they make a lotta energy and they last a frankly unreasonable amount of time like you phsycially cannot conceptualize the amount of time they last no one can its impossible thats why if you could manage to build a habitat around one thatd be lifes best chance for living functionally forever but at that point is it really worth it i mean we dont really know what happens when black holes fizzle out we dont know whats at the end of a singularity we dont know what the universe will be like when even the last white dwaff turns to ash and iron who knows maybe after a billion billion billion billion billion billion billion billlion billion years a spark will reignite it all and we'll have big bang part two yknow its kinda similar to rain world do you really want to stick around for the end of the universe do you really want to prepare to live forever or would you rather enjoy it as it is yknow?

Anyway whats your favorite media besides Rain World, if that's it?

fun fact i took astronomy in college so theoretically i recognize those words but i just woke up with an insane migraine + on my period so i do not have the brain capacity to actually parse all that but i do remember that i had a massive existential crisis in class while we were talking about what could be beyond the edge of the known universe so im just gonna say agreed!

aside from rain world i love hollow knight, vocaloid, hannibal, inside job (fuck you netflix for cancelling it on a cliffhanger), gravity falls, invader zim, madoka magica, kill la kill, stardew valley, and some other shit i’m probably forgetting.

also media related i guess is that my new year’s resolution was to get into more all female metal/screamo bands and artists. i’ve been listening to a lot of poppy (current fav), kittie, deathbyromy, jazmin bean, zheani, and snowblood! so if anyone wants to recommend anything similar that’d be awesome!! i collect records too!!

this is the inside cover of zig it’s hanging up on my wall because it is simply that badass

other favs include my signed copy of negative spaces (i’d already listened to a couple poppy songs before she dropped this album but this one is what REALLY got me into her stuff. listen to it, it got me thru so much rough shit)(also she makes insanely good iteratorcore songs bro like WUHH), my 1/2500 og pressing of take this to your grave, and then my (approximate) rainbow of vinyls above my lesbian flag!! my brother got me am i a girl for christmas, the only album from poppy’s discography on vinyl i have left to snatch up is i disagree!! (…and poppy.computer but the amount that one sells for on discogs is fucking unreasonable).

other than that i thiiiink this is the rest of my collection? i have all of fall out boy’s discography and most of mother mother’s, i NEED a welcome to the black parade one but i dont like the cover of the one thats everywhere in stores :( others on my wantlist include a specific pressing of zaba by glass animals that goes for like 600 bucks on ebay which is fucking criminal, double dare by waterparks, OH AND THERES APPARENTLY A VINYL COPY OF VIOLENCE AGAINST NATURE?? WHICH I WANT SO BAD BUT GIRL ITS A *SINGLE SONG*…BUT ALSO…ITS SO GOOD…

anyways this is getting really long oops. actually this kinda helped cuz i rambled thru the time my medicine sorta started working so at least i was distracted during the worst of it. idk why i started rambling about my record collection but oh well!

[summerroseart]

Have some li'l guys. Some goobers. 💜

Made a few small alterations to the redesigns I already did, plus a bunch more characters ✨️

Buy me a ko-fi? 🫣

[celpii]

Do you think that Vaugardians would make murals and statues of the saviors, especially of Mirabelle?? Idk but I’ve been thinking about how Vaugarde would idolize and immortalize the saviors and how there’d be reminders of their quest/victory all over the country. And how years down the line they would become like a legend told through stories and art

Anyway, black and white version under the cut

[rystiel]

idk what we’re all calling the concept of fiddlestan working together but i’m calling my version the portal partners AU 🙏🏼

[puppppppppy]

i like him