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neversilent · 11 days

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Reader with a slightly possessive/dark John Doe? (Basically similar to his S1 personality but I’d be interested to see what you do lol)

《YES YES OFC-》

Possessive John Doe! x Reader Headcanons!

SFW:

He loves you to death. Literally. He'd do anything for you. Uncomfortable some place in public? He's getting you two out of there. Need some guy off your back? Already done.

He probably won't kill someone for you.. but, he will threaten it against them. Sometimes with you around to see it.. but at other times, he'd prefer if you didn't see his threats. He goes into detail and wouldn't want you worrying about what he says.

You get lots of date nights, this man spoils you. He'll tease the hell out of you too. Compliments, gifts, more compliments, and did I mention the compliments? This man never shuts up and you won't get a moment of peace where he isn't trying to say how much he loves you, or how nice you look.

"Is your milkshake good? Hey, hey, don't come at me! Just making sure they got it right, heh.. God, you look stunning. Y- you always do, don't get me wrong. But, tonight? Wow.."

He's holding your hand almost everywhere you go. If not, then his arm is likely wrapped around you.

He tries not to get jealous of your friends, he just wants all of your attention. He was sure that if he was to show how jealous he was when your friends would hug or touch you in any way, you wouldn't want to be around him.

He claims out loud that he is not a jealous lover, understanding that he cannot truly own you, even if he wants to. But on the inside he knows he's easily jealous, and he almost hates it. He deeply wants you.. He sees you as his after all.

He doesn’t care what you wear, because he’ll threaten to break any man’s jaw if they so much as try to look at you. It's rude to stare at what isn't theirs, and John hates rude people..

"Look at you.. so pretty.. and all mine.."

NSFW:

Oh, he taunts you. No doubt about it.

He wants contact. All types. ESPECIALLY eye contact.

He'll bend you over just about anywhere when it's just you two. Kitchen, bedroom, bathroom..

Maybe even an alleyway when you two are out? That's when it's time for the quiet game..

"Look at me, little puppet.. I want you to see who is making you cum. S- See who makes you feel this good, and know that nobody else can make you cum like this. I'm the only one who can satisfy you like this."

He laughs a lot during sex. A LOT. Some frantic giggles, filled with excitement. Others sounding flat out psychotic. He can't help it though, it just happens! So best to just let him do it.

If you two are separated from the day for any reason and he's alone, he gets off to the thought you. He's proud of it too, sometimes admitting to you that he had before having your legs wrapped around his waist.

"Y- yeah, you like the sound of that? You like what you do to me? Why don't we make it a reality, hm? C'mon, it'll be fun. I saw how red you turned when I confessed my actions, surely you want to do something about it."

#flood my inbox #headconon #always available #dms are always open #i am trash #inbox is always open #f/o #f/o post #f/o tag #john doe x reader #telltalejohndoe #telltale joker #telltalebatman

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empresskadia · 29 days

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I've been productive today, I worked, got off early, did the dishes, and cleaned a little. I wrote 1110 words today [my main accomplishment] and got to talk to lovely people today.

And now, it's my weekend now

#it makes me sad some people's inbox aren't turned on #I understand why #but I wanted to slid into that dm and harass them with my love and positivity #kadia chatter #love and appreciate yall #i eepy #i'm gonna go get innout #because a grill cheese sounds good right now #and I don't have to get out of the car #also I hate budgeting #random facts lol #TeamComm is always open #even if it takes me 3 years to respond but i will #i promise #tags are fun

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beevean · 7 months

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Anonymous confession because it’s been on my mind but your Hecula fics have really helped me come to terms with the fact that I was groomed and helped me process a lot of those feelings and it’s been making me reevaluate my stance on proshipping which has been refreshing weird terrifying and confusing

Sorry this was so scary to write because if any of my friends knew about this my life would be over but I desperately needed to express these thoughts >~<

Oh...

This is not the kind of message I would have ever expected to receive, but I'm touched that I could have helped you in any way.

I wish you the best with processing your feelings, and I hope that your friends are as supportive as you deserve :)

#if you ever need to my inbox and dms are always open btw <3

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nicole2kewt · 1 year

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can I post two pictures in a day… 🙊

#selfie #dm me #dms open #dm me if you want #message me #send messages #inbox is always open #inbox me #lesbian #bisexual #big tiddy committee #free the tiddy #fat tiddies #thick vibes only #thickaf #thickmas #nice hashtag

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rainbowdelicsunshine · 1 month

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How would y'all feel if I finally made myself a Aqua Teen Hunger Force Self Insert that's basically a anthropomorphic dino nugget whose also a semi-washed up food mascot for a popular dino nugget brand so she basically just lives off of royalty money??

Let me know in the inbox!!

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stiltonbasket · 3 months

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Hi so I don’t know if your taking asks but consider.

Borrower au wangxian fam with those tiny little novelty china sets? And little baos having tea party’s with wwx’s baking?

;-; tiny mooncakes the size of peas...baby A-Yuan managing to drink just a drop of tea...

#asks #borrower au #also note that i'm always taking asks lol #the inbox is open 24/7 #and feel free to send anon asks if you're shy!#my dms are also open #for whatever au or scenario you would like to share 👀

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kinkyb0yt0y · 10 months

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reblog for a needy puppy in your asks and dms to fluster <3 :3

#use me use me use me #puppy #boytoy.txt #good boy #dm me pls #my inbox and dms are always open #fuck doll #ftm puppy #ftm sub #ftm mlm #transmasc

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felizusnavidad · 2 months

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thank you for being here. <3

whoever you are, whenever you need me ❤️

#this is so sweet #just remember that my inbox is always open for you #& my dms too #ily ❤️#anon #i saved every letter you wrote me*

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silv3rclouds-with-graylining · 11 months

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#silv3rclouds-with-graylining #me #mine #pics #selfie #🍃🍃🍃#music #fall out boy #squishmallow squad 🧸#ootd #red ♥️#anon or not #let's talk!#my inbox is always open #my dms are always open

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captainderyn · 2 months

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Dear mentor my cp2077 cravings are way beyond my compression and I need v being completely Injured/hurt and relying on judy / or judy humming pyramid song to v till she sleeps

Or if you wish for oc content it would be

> magic studying together or symbolism with flowers :D

_ no forcing here o7 If you don't wanna write em you can do as you wish

> GLITTER ANON

Glitter Anon!! You bring me so much joy every time you appear in my inbox <3 Always happy to provide some angsty V with Judy saving the day. Hope you enjoy!

TW for canon typical injury and canon typical swearing

Dakota had been out of her goddamn mind sending V that gig and listing it as solo. Or maybe she'd misplaced her confidence in V as a merc, and V was just losing her edge.

Not that it mattered now, the data was sent to Dakota and the eddies were transferring into her account as far as V could tell from the static spiking across her vision and each beat of her heart sending shooting pain into her head.

Stupid netrunners with their stupid hidey-holes that were better than her netrunner hidey-holes. Despite throwing every hack she knew, straining her cyberdeck to the max while she dealt with the swarm of Raffen that had poured from the dark crevices of the 'abandoned' building like ants, she still hadn't managed to drop the 'runner before being hit by two or three hacks powerful enough to down a cyberpsycho.

Johnny's voice was ragged and tinny, like he was coming from a transmission with bad connection, as he pulled himself from whatever recess of his mind he hung out in.

"V, pull over."

She grunted as she hit another pothole, pain shooting through her entire body. It radiated enough that she couldn't even pinpoint where it was coming from anymore. She pulled one hand to clutch at her side as a jolt went through her.

"Gotta get back to Night City." She insisted.

Her emergency bag with stims was drained dry, her mind swimming from what was probably a higher than recommended dose of MaxDocs.

The gig had been too far to make it to the Aldacados' camp without needing to stop at one of the dodgy, gang ridden gas stations on the way. Too far out in the middle of nowhere to make it to Dakota's shop but just too shy of the borders of the city to make it easy for her.

Only option was the push through til she made it home and patched herself up. Anything else was too risky. Who knew who would sell her their help just to turn around and screw her over.

"V just pull over for a sec!" Johnny pushed again and she was about to snap at him again, turning her head like he'd be riding on a motorcycle alongside her, when she hit another bump.

Whatever injuries were hiding beneath raged in unison and her vision went dark around the edges, her body rebelling against consciousness and desperately trying to give into the innate urge to curl around itself.

Her already tenuous grip on her bike's handlebars faltered and within seconds the pavement was becoming acquainted with her body as she hit it hard, skidding to a stop as her bike charged into the barely-standing bus stop shelter at the edge of road.

V choked out a cough, spitting out red-tinged spit as she waited for the world to stop spinning and shaking.

"Get outta the road." Johnny snapped, scuffed black leather of his shoes stomping in front of her face as he materialized into a crouch, glaring at her from behind his aviators. "Gonna get turned to roadkill."

Pulling each breath in felt like hauling sandpaper down her throat into her lungs as V tried to catch the air that had been knocked out of her lungs. But she rolled over onto her side, then pushed herself into a seated position.

That alone felt like an accomplishment, especially with Johnny's nagging kick at the bottom of her boots until she'd shimmied all the way off the road. When her ass hit gravel she stopped, wrapping her arms around her knees and glaring at Johnny as heat that she really hoped was sweat slid down her face.

"Christ on a stick, you're pitiful." Johnny drawled, standing at her feet with his arms crossed over his chest, "Call your slam piece to come haul your sorry ass of the side of the road."

V scowled, fixing her eyes on her bike, smoking alongside the twisted metal that had been the rusted shelter. She hadn't been going that fast...had she? Everything was blurry.

"Even if you got that bike started, you won't make it a hundred feet." Johnny intercepted her plan, snapping his fingers. "What is her name, the one you make the hopeless puppy eyes at? I'm sure she'd take you in like the lost stray you are."

Feeling her glare on him, he tilted his aviators down to meet her look with raised brows. "You do it or I do it. I'm not dying again because the bitch-ass merc that I was unlucky enough to get stuck with let Raffen and pride kill her out in the Badlands."

Without breaking her glaring eye contact, V rang Judy. As the comm-line rang she stuck her tongue out at Johnny. He rolled his eyes and flipped her off. He flickered out of existence in front of her, just to re materialize leaning against the guardrail next to her.

"Someone has to look out for you." He groused. "You sure as shit won't."

Judy picked up on the third ring, her visual popping up in the corner of V's UI. Or what she could make out of it from the way her UI was glitching out.

"Hey V I was just thinking 'bout..." Judy's voice faltered, "V? The hell are you, what happened?"

V picked at the gravel in her palms, jammed between her skin and implants, wincing.

"Shit went sideways, wrecked my bike." She muttered, lifting her eyes to Johnny who gave an exaggerated 'yes and' gesture. She lowered her brows and he proceeded to make an even more exaggerated gesture.

He was impossible.

She cleared her throat, mouth like cotton, "Can you uh...actually, nevermind."

"Uh-huh, nevermind, what's your location I'm already on my way." There was a jangling like car keys.

But it was getting dark, and who knew what started to crawl around these parts when it was dark. She'd gotten herself into this mess and she could get herself out of it.

A force like a booted foot slammed into her side and V buckled, the sound that slipped from her choking out between a shriek and a sob. She heard Judy trying to ask her what was wrong, but her ears were ringing and the words were stuck in her mouth.

"Rancho Coronado, exit to the Badlands." Johnny supplied to V, standing over her with his arms crossed. Arrogant bastard. "Still think you can drag yourself back to H10?"

"Hnng, fuck, Rancho Coronado, by the old bus stop in the canyon." V choked out.

The minutes dragged as V hunched over herself, the world fading in and out around her. She was aware of Judy staying on the line with her, catching very little of the intense volley of what she could only imagine were heated curse words and the road noise of the van.

Then there it was, Judy's beat up blue van bouncing up the road in a cloud of dust. It groaned in protest as Judy threw it into park and was out before it had rocked backwards to a stop.

"V?" Judy's hands were blissfully warm against the chill that the temperate drop had leeched into V's skin. Judy tilted V's chin up and she forced her eyes open, "You still with me?"

God, she'd never been so happy to see someone, even if the thought of dragging Judy into her shit made her want to scream.

"Still here." V confirmed with a groan, a shudder wracking her, "Unfortunately."

Judy brushed her thumbs across V's cheekbones, lips pursing together, before she moved to slip an arm under V's arms.

"Let's get you to the van."

Moving felt like a monumental task, far too much of an undertaking. But if she didn't even try, then Judy would have to bear the brunt of her cyberware-heightened weight. And she'd already made Judy haul her dead weight from beneath the waters of the dam.

So V forced her legs beneath her and helped to stand with Judy's help, letting out a breath in a hoarse wheeze. Whatever edge the MaxDocs had taken off was wearing away, leaving sharp, ragged edges of pain spiking from various places on her body to mix with the general ache that was her existence right now.

Slopping into the passenger seat of Judy's car was a mercy on her body and she slouched, leaning her head back against the headrest with a whimper.

God, she was so tired of hurting. Hurting today, hurting whenever the Relic flared; her world had been one whole incessant hurt since taking that stupid heist with Jackie.

Then Judy was in the drivers seat, the van rumbling to life beneath them, and her hand was a gentle press on V's thigh.

"Do you need me to find a ripper?" And there was such matter-of-fact concern in Judy's voice, such a simplicity in the question, that V had to squeeze her eyes closed against the burn of tears and shake her head to work around the lump in her throat.

When was the last time she'd had someone care, somewhere there to haul her ass off the floor when shit hit the fan?

"Don't need a ripper." V rasped, "Nothing that can't be patched up at home."

Maybe she should get her cyberdeck checked out after the other netrunners' hits, but the static was starting to fade from her head to be replaced by bone deep exhaustion and hurt. If more issues popped up, she'd go bother Vik tomorrow.

If only to avoid landing on his doorstep in a pitiful state.

Again.

Judy put the van in drive, doing her best to avoid the potholes, her hand staying on V's leg. It was nice, comforting.

She couldn't remember the last time she'd had that either.

V leaned her head back against the headrest, eyes drifting closed, and let the ride pass by in a blur.

By the time V made it up the stairs to Judy's apartment, even with her help, she was spent. The floor looked like a fantastic space to just let herself collapse and sleep off all of today.

But that would mean bleeding all over Judy's floor and Judy's grip on her was unwavering.

Instead she found herself in the dim light of the bathroom, gingerly peeling herself out of her clothes. Her jacket and pants rained gravel down in a pitter-patter on the tile and her tank top clung to her skin with a sticky solution of blood and wound.

Judy helped her peel that off too, giving a soft curse at the angry welts and road rash across her torso, back, and sides.

"At least you were wearing leather." Judy said with a shake of her head, "Otherwise I'd be scraping you off the road back there."

There was enough admonishment in her tone that V snorted out a laugh, then winced as her body punished her for it. Already a massive bruise mottled her skin from hip up her rib cage from where one of the netrunner's attacks had hit her hard enough that she fell from what she'd thought had been a hidden vantage point.

Which had led to her fighting her way out of the swarm.

She explained it all the Judy to fill the silence aside from the hiss of the shower, to keep herself from cussing and wincing as between the two of them they cleaned the gravel and blood from her skin.

V let herself drift in the feeling of safety, let herself disengage from the high alert she always seemed to be on. Judy's hands were gentle as she helped V smear a sharp-scented ointment on her road burn and bruises and helped wrap gauze around the worst of it.

Sitting on Judy's couch in a t-shirt two sizes too small and sweatpants that were a couple inches too short, V let her head drop down onto Judy's shoulder. Judy carded her fingers through V's hair without enough tenderness that V could've cried.

"Thank you for saving my ass back there." she murmured, the emotion she'd walled back seeping through a crack in her voice.

Judy leaned back on the couch, tugging V with her so that she was laying half on top of Judy. V relaxed into it, angling herself so that she wasn't laying on her worst side, and nestled her head into the crook between Judy's neck and shoulder.

This was far better than crawling back to her own apartment, nursing her wounds alone, and passing out in the bed cubby with the help of whatever would numb the pain enough to help her sleep. Judy's hand continuing to card through her hair was like a siren's song for sleep.

"I'm always going to come get you mi calabacita." Judy whispered against her hair, "You're not facing Night City on your own anymore."

#captainderyn answers #cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #cp2077 fanfic #Judy Alvarez/V #judy alvarez #female v cyberpunk #oc: V #otp: beneath these city lights #every single time I forget what I tag them as #thank you for this nonny!!#I hope you know that if you ever wanna talk cp2077 my inbox and dms are open #but I also don't mind interacting like this <3 #cross posted this to AO3 if anyone is having issues with tumblr formatting #Johnny and V are...friend adjacent in my playthrough. It's def not a healthy friendship but its a friendship #this was an example where I can see this so clearly in my head but trying to find the words didn't work as well #something something I hurt my own feelings with Judy saying she'll always be there to catch V and then #well...ya know *gestures to endings*

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neversilent · 2 months

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Hey bestie, would it be possible to ask for something with poly Bruce x reader x John? OWO

ABSOLUTELY YOU CAN <3

(ONLY A FEW AS I HAVEN'T WRITTEN FOR TELLTALE IN AWHILE)

Telltale Bruce X John X Reader Headcanons!

• They are obsessed with you. John is very open, touchy, and giddy. Bruce is bittersweet about it, but he shows his love in his own special way!

• Tag team protecting you. That's the main way I can put it. Bruce will literally fight anyone who upsets you, and John, dispite trying to catch it on camera, will try his best to help. Someone makes you cry, John's the one standing up for you first. Bruce will throw any punches if they decide to try causing real trouble.

• Cuddles. They are a MUST. They enjoy the feeling of you being sandwiched between them. They get to hold you, while still being able to be close to eachother... The warmth of three lovers <3

• You are their main priority. Yes, though keeping death from occurring is important for the amount of trouble John tends to cause on accident, keeping you safe and happy is far more important to them.

• Due to the favoring of being their partner, you get your own room in Wayne manor. You get to know all of their secrets, even the big ones. Even if you'd prefer not to know a few..

• John collects pins and buttons for you! Little trinkets he finds, just to happily slide them over to you while you three are getting milkshakes. He likes to see how your smile will quickly grow the moment you see just what he's found for you this time.

"I found this one while me and Bruce were out today! It's cute, right? Reminded me of you.. I thought you might like it!"

• Bruce is hesitant, being new to this kind of relationship.. but he does what he can for you. You get small gadgets here and there and he'll show you how to use a few things. Lessons with The Batman himself... and let's not forget random evenings where you're allowed to snuggle yourself in his cape.

"Just be careful with that one. Oh, uh-- Here, let me show you how to hold that, wouldn't want you getting hurt, hm?"

These two love you deeply, and they don't really plan on stopping anytime soon. <3

#flood my inbox #headconon #always available #dms are always open #i am trash #inbox is always open #telltalebatman #telltalejohndoe #xReader

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ofbreathandflame · 11 months

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came back to tumblr just to find that @worldsnotsaid is gone? girl whyyy☹️

Hi anon!

It was kind of abrupt, and I do apologize for that -- truly. It's why I am tackling this ask! But, it was very freeing to delete that blog, and it felt as if a weight had truly been lifted from my chest to see it go. Bittersweet, yes! But absolutely needed. Constantly seeing asks box jump from 300 to 400+, the constant hate messages, the inboxes -- it was all too much for me to tackle, and honestly, it felt as if my blog was just no longer productive at that point.

I am always 100% behind the points made on that blog, and the problems in SJM's writing. My passion for those points will never fade or change for that matter. But I think the book community and publishing are just not ready for an actual change -- and it's tough to have the conversation about racial and abusive themes in books when people pick and choose when to chastise and ignore. It's literally like having a conversation with a wall. I can't honestly have a conversation about tackling racism in the book industry when people can't even let go of a book series that isn't even well written. We aren't being militant about the problems in the book industry, and its exactly why it looks the way it does. I don't know, I think I've grown apathetic to it. The urge for docility among reviewers disguised as 'allyship,' the flip-flop about abuse and abusive themes in books. None of it makes sense. And it's like the legwork to make it happen just doesn't seem worth having someone constantly throw vitriol in your face. It just seemed like it becomes a tit-for-tat straw-man debate in the end, and that -- again -- isn't productive. 'Tamlin stans this' and 'Nesta stans that, and it was like ?? Can we just think outside of that? We can't complain about the way PoC are always treated in the story and then turn around and defend an author who would 100% kill them off and let her white character wear their trauma like a second skin. Like how serious are these conversations when the ones having them are unwilling to stop supporting the author propagating these harmful tropes to other authors. FBAA ran because ACOTAR walked; ACOTAR ran because Twilight walked. These harmful stereotypes in these books melded and made the environment we have today. And it is what is.

As another blog asked, I will not be returning to that blog as it was deleted. But there are so many beautiful and articulate antis in the tag that adeptly explain the problems in this series and in much clearer and more concise ways! My blog was a rambling mess anyways!

Funny addition: And do you know the sheer frustration of typing up an entire post that's 2000+ with links and citations talking seriously about abuse and racism and how its portrayed in the media just for someone to skim the post and make a follow-up, sub-post that starts with: 'Tamlin stans always think.' -- yeah never again.

#anti sjm #a proper explanation for those in my inbox #and some of y'all are so fast bc those asks just opened like hours ago!#and to the other person who asked if i had my posts backed up😂#i actually do up to a certain point bc i used to write in a Scrivener doc before posting on here so idk if you want those #you could just dm #me for it #i guess i don't really care what you do with them as the point has always been awareness! i don't mind you reposting them or what not #its actually most of my stuff in my masterlist but i can't really remember what those post were!#but yeah i am 100% done with talking about that lady and her books in depth #prob delete later

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