"If I leave, in Budapest you'll remember

About the days in the tent, that moonlight..."

I want to be this guy at my own wedding ❤️

Song for a good night 😁

Another one of my stupid Cyberpunk2077 hcs (with Male V):

Male V wants to record a braindance. Or rather, the kinky little shit wants someone to record a braindance for him - of him getting fucked by that someone. Because he wants to experience it, and if he could, he'd tell people that V stands for Versatile. Little does he know, that someone else (accidentally) gets to watch said braindance. Make it Vik, because right now I'm really into Doctor Pretty. And Vik's behaviour might change towards V. A lot. Maybe gets a little enamored and obsessed, not in a weird way. I'd imagine that he'd be more emotionally intelligent than simple lust. Than again, he's just as much of a simple man as I myself am.

Cyberpunk2077 Jackie/Male V prompt/hc that's been bugging me, but I've been finding all the excuses why I couldn't write it - but I'd be so incredibly fucking happy if someone would. Please. I'm desperate.

I don't even know how to start this, for the chaotic hc in my head to make sense for any reader. Corpo-rat V, who's been used by Arasaka as a Joy-toy, without his consent, with some-kind of a rig in his brain made by a corpo-doc (bear with me here, I only started the game so I have no idea if such things would make sense, but let's say they would, for the sake of this hc), which makes him unable to show any kind of distress or unwillingness when it comes to his bosses using him. And here's the part that I don't really know how to explain, but in my brain, whenever he was being used, he wasn't able do show anything but pleasure and willingness - even though he was internally screaming, and shouting, and fighting (and I imagined that this would have been the reason why he'd puke his brains out whenever he was going to meet any of his bosses). He gets out the way he would in the game, starts doing gigs with Jackie - but word's had gotten out about him, and even though it's subtle and noone says it to his face, there are rumours flying around about him being the Arasaka whore. And Jackie dissaproves, and he tells V his opinion on multiple occasions and Jackie would scrutinize V while all V would do is grit his teeth and tell Jackie to mind his own business, because at this point V himself wouldn't have a clue why he let all that happen, blaming himself and drowning in shame. Jackie would go as far as telling V that he would have already made steps to sweep V off of his feet properly, years ago, if V didn't live the way he did. While working for Padre, the other mercs would tease V about it here and there, mostly while Jackie was out of earshot, calling him chica, teasing V about wanting a piece of him. And V might put a gun to their heads, in a daring "Say that again, pendejo." Way. Jackie may or may not have beaten the shit out of them after he got word of what was going on, almost beating one of them to death after the guy dared to tell him "Even you couldn't manage to put a leash on the puta, ay." Then the "Heist" mission would go differently, with only V sustaining some major injury that Vic has to treath and pull him through, where the doc would discover Arasaka's little rig in V's brain. And Jackie might hunt them down, one by one, making them pay.

Well. Thank you for listening.

Az a sok közös emlék, olyan gyönyörű volt.

Janem.

Az a sok seb rajtam már rég beforrt.

Janem.

Someone save me from Doctor Pretty.

"I lose my mind when I see you,

It's like poison,

I don't know what to do."

Doing physical labour is not a shame.

You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting you.

How much I crave to feel your thighs around my waist,

Your arms around my neck,

How much I want to make you feel

My rabid hunger for you.

You have no idea of the hunger that lies beneath my gentle adoration.

I love Xue Yang. So, prompt time, maybe self prompt (also beware of triggers and it being nsfw):

I really do love his character, I’m fascinated by him. Hence, my love means that I want to write (or read) something where he’s hurt, an angsty fic with some hopeful ending, with someone (preferably Jiang Cheng ,because I’m the prince of rare pairs) saving his little ass. And I think, since Xue Yang’s psyche seems to be rather… different, so to speak, that sexual assault is one of the very few things that would really make him hurt both emotionally and physically. So what if he’s been living in Lotus Pier post canon (for some reason, like make Jiang Cheng be the one who found him instead of Xiao Xingchen) and then at some point, Xue Yang is being captured (somehow. Bear with me). And he’s prepared for the usual, for the knives and blades and whips and all the various torturing methods. But not prepared for the touches. For the guards, or whoever’s torturing him, to touch him in places where he’s never been touched by anyone before (because he would like it to be Jiang Cheng, but he wouldn’t allow himself to hope). He’s not prepared for his thighs being spread so wide apart that it hurts (maybe gets one of his hips dislocated even, as he struggles), for the filthy and wrong, so wrong, touches. Because he can take pain. But not this - so that’s when he breaks. And screams and begs for it to stop, for his captor to kill him instead (and maybe Jiang Cheng hears it all, before they are able to break the door down). And after all of it, he’s trying to hide behind his smiles and attitude all right, but he’d cry when noone’s there, feel filthy and disgusted by it all, because deep down he’s still just a traumatized, candy loving little boy. And even after he’d been saved, it’d stay with him and haunt him, making the old Xue Yang become a ghost, as he’d be distant with everyone (and scrub his skin raw every night in the bath. And put a knife to everyone’s throat, or at least reach for it, who tried to touch him in any manner).

And maybe have someone, who’s not Jiang Cheng (oh no, he’d be beyond pissed), bark a little “You deserved it. You deserved all of it.” At him, to send him into a state of mind where he’s just staring blankly at nothing, sometimes shedding a tear or two. Because I like it when it hurts.

Thank you for reading my chaotic prompt.