#they’re like a fucking plague /affectionately

[saayatsumu]

there’s more: this time with even more cater lilia and idia

#i swear to god they’re ALWAYS in these posts i don’t even mean for it to be like that #they’re like a fucking plague /affectionately #idc if these are ooc i still think they’re funny </3 #lilia has a point !! #i second perry the platypus statues tbh #i know that 2022 is like. over halfway over by now #BUT THE IDIA ONE STILL STANDS bc i kin him and i say so #i’ll just go back and change the date to say 2022 next year #trey would 100% hype riddle up on magicam idc #cater diamond #trey clover #lilia vanrouge #idia shroud #deuce spade #epel felmier #riddle rosehearts #twisted wonderland #twst #twst textpost #twisted wonderland textpost #twst meme #twisted wonderland meme #can posts twst

[silverstonesainz]

to me frat!lando is very best friend to lovers coded and after hearing ‘you are in love’ tv i can’t stop thinking about frat!lando and reader who went to high school together. who ended up at the same college. who have stuck through thick and thin.

lando invites reader to all his frat events bc if he ain’t getting with a girl at least he’ll have his best friend to keep him company. he always runs through new mixes and sets for her first. his eyes always spot her no matter where she is in a crowd and he convinces himself it’s because they’re just such good friends who’ve known each other for so long. anytime anything happens she’s the first he tells. no one bats an eye whenever she’s around the frat bc everyone just knows ‘she’s with lando’ even if he does have a girl he’s hooking up with at the time. bc everyone knows that there’s nothing romantic between the two of them.

until that one day. that one night after a party where lando and reader are tipsy. giggling together as they chill outside, heads resting on each other. lando starts to notice the small details, really notice them. they’re not just her routine, they’re her. the perfume she uses at an event as opposed to every day. the way her makeup has slightly changed to fit the vibes of the party. which rings she always wears and which ones she changes. the necklace hanging from her neck he bought when they were still teens. the way she shivers at the slightest breeze. how her voice sounds when she’s tipsy. how she’s a lot more affectionate after a couple drinks.

he starts to really notice her and once he starts he can’t stop. he can’t stop but look at her, really look at her now. when did her beauty start making his breath hitch? when did her laugh start to sound like his favourite song? when did her touch burn like a fire within him he’s never felt before? when did her entire being become so consuming that he can’t breathe, he can’t think, he can’t even stand when she’s around. can’t sleep without her plaguing his dreams.

when did he start seeing her face in all the past girls he got with. when did he start noticing their mannerism were mirrors of hers. when did he start to notice that all this time he’s been chasing what has always been stood next to him. when did he realise all this time he was deeply in love with his best friend.

(sorry this was so fucking long and probs not what you imagine frat!lando to be but i just went on a tangent and had to get my thoughts out)

god nonnie why did this make me tear up?? im soooo in my lando era rn and this. THIS.

honestly frat!lando could go in so many directions, i think it just depends on the girl. like he's a whore and can be arguably one of the worst people you encounter in the frat. BUT when we consider girl best friend, this is so him coded. i think like you go it all so spot on i dont think i have anything to add???

also having that relationship with a fraternity? where they don't question your presence at the house/at events/etc?? its so sacred bc i had tht relationship (and id like to think i still do to a certain degree). theres just a different level of respect fr.

#a-nonnie #frat talks #lando norris #frat lando #greek row: brainrot

[aroui]

a bed isn’t the only place to sleep (sometimes it’s beside you)

jacob swears he’ll never disclose to anyone the spot he has for himself to get a good, peaceful sleep. …or would he?

“he just disappears from time to time.” leon tells you with his hand on his chin.

“yeah! it gets so annoying because it’s almost like he’s fleeing from his duties as a shadow decree member.” freddy grumbles and crosses his arms on his chest.

“you mean the ‘duties’ you give him?” you stress the word as you narrow your eyes at him.

“ha?!” freddy taunts as leon simply raises one of his eyebrows. “are you siding with him?” the fenrir stomps to you, attempting to intimidate you with his large build.

“if you think you could make me cower, you’re wrong.” you show him a smug smirk and cross your arms as well.

“[name].”

you quickly look at the source of the voice, your eyes widening upon seeing jacob standing by the door. the jormungand lazily approaches the conundrum between you and freddy.

although he was probably too slow as you already sprinted towards him and tackled him in a really tight hug.

“i missed you!” you press your cheek on his affectionately and give him a peck.

unbeknownst to you, jacob’s heart warms at the words and actions despite the hard floor hitting his back.

“where have you been?” you softly whisper into his ear.

he quickly realizes this was all a trap and your efforts were made futile once he shakes his head, failing once again to get the answer out of him. you pucker your lips and you stare into his eyes, obviously begging him to just tell you his secret place already.

“get a fucking room.” freddy angrily grumbles at the public display of affection, and that fact you both were doing something so “scandalous” and with no shame!

“oh, we will. once jacob tells me where he always sleeps.” said boy blushes at the innuendo, and quickly shakes his head to remove all the thoughts that formed in his head.

“let’s go back, we have a new mission.” leon quickly alerts all of you in the room, everyone else organizes themselves as to not look disheveled even though you were sure that after this, you’re all coming home with more blood in your hands.

…

“jacob, while they’re away, why don’t you- hey!” jacob now has his back against you. even though he was an adult, he definitely never grew out of his childish behavior.

your attempts on learning his top secret never ceased. at this point, he was sure that even though you were at the brink of death, you’d still ask him about it.

when a new member of the shadow decree joined your friend group, you were more than happy to tour him around the base. you’ve learned his name was tang yun, and you grew quite close with him regardless of his distant and quiet nature. he reminded you a lot of jacob.

your closeness with the six-eared macaque didn’t go unnoticed by him. he was always watching afar, scoffing here and there every time he saw you get giddy at something tang yun said. he bets he’d be able to to make you smile even wider, just for him.

he couldn’t sleep with you plaguing his mind, everything was now about you. it probably had something to do with tang yun, but the thought of that new member makes him shiver even though he was already used by the cold winds of the night.

it’s been days since you asked about his secret, almost like you had forgotten about your bond with him already and his chest suddenly felt heavy. he didn’t know why he felt so sick for every scenario he envisioned with you spending time with tang yun.

countless sleepless nights had passed.

he awoke to your form peacefully sleeping beside him in his bed.

“shit.” he quietly muttered, putting a hand to his mouth to avoid more profanities from coming out. red hues painting his face, he slowly sits up and tries to recall the night before.

…

way past midnight, tang yun had been talking to you about his problems as an esper and you were very willing to lend a hand.

this fueled jacob’s frustration and impulsively reacted. in which he ended up dragging you to his room rather harshly.

he slowly lays you down on his bed, making sure you were comfortable with the position.

jacob was on top of you, his leg between yours. his hands were gripping yours, although not too tight to be able to hurt you. he wouldn’t ever want to do that, whether intentionally or on purpose.

“jacob…? um, what brought this on?” you look up at him with your eyes slowly turning glassy.

“i… don’t want you to be near him…” he looks away, a blush creeping up onto his face.

your heart skipped a beat.

jacob adjusts your position so he’d be able to wrap his arms around your form. he sits you up and plops you on his lap, making you circle your legs around his waist. he rests his head on your chest.

“i’m sorry, i was jealous.” he mutters, but now his words were clearer than before.

“it’s alright, jacob. i actually…” your palms reach for his cheeks and you rub away the tears that have formed. looks like he was actually more worried about losing you than you expected him to.

“like you, too.” you peck his nose.

next, both of his cheeks.

his forehead.

now, you kiss his lips.

you could feel him smile and you kiss him a little harder.

around two minutes pass and you were both practically heaving for air.

“fuck, that was intense.” he breathed out as he lays down on the bed, you did the same.

after retrieving enough air, the two of you cuddle each other under the warm sheets, limbs intertwining with each other. the two of you quietly decided he’d be the big spoon and you were the little spoon.

this wasn’t what he thought of when he planned to finally tell you about his room, but he wasn’t complaining.

#dislyte #dislyte x reader #jacob x reader #jacob (jormungand) #jacob (dislyte) x reader #his name kind of gives me the ick i’m so sorry #but he’s so cute and fluffy #dislyte imagines #dislyte players (and x reader likers) let’s unite heart emoji

[starry-blue-echoes]

imagine an AU where the speedwagon foundation gets in touch with giorno’s mother/step father and he somehow learns that he has family back in japan (holly, yes, but also the higashikatas). his family ignored the letters and slams the door in the people that show up like goddamn jehovah witnesses so giorno’s like well fuck it rather be anywhere but here in italy so this like seven year old child travels the world back to japan, (don’t ask me how) to MORIOH, and just turns up on tomoko’s door one day like hello i am related to your son :] and ofc tomoko promptly looses her shit then raises him and chaos ensues. eventually jotaro would show up and shit would go down but that’s another can of worms

i had to share this has been plaguing me for weeks

FHEBGJRBGB Y E S

Giorno just shows up one day and Oh Well I Guess Josuke Has A Little Brother Now

The chaos from having a pair of siblings who both have Stands. Giorno would probably figure out the healing aspect of Golden Experience earlier this time if he ever tries to mimic Josuke’s abilities with Crazy Diamond, maybe the pair end up getting hurt and Josuke heals Giorno, who then goes “Well I can’t leave you hurt after that”

And you’re right, Jotaro showing up is going to be. Absolutely wild because all Jotaro knew was that Dio’s son disappeared from Italy several years back. They had no idea where the hell he went, but oop guess he’s here now

and this could just be my bias talking, but once the plot starts to kick off, I can see Giorno and Koichi hanging out. They’re the only members of Team Braincell and are doing whatever they can to keep their idiots(affectionate) from doing Dangerous And Stupid Things. Plus, they’re both observant and put pieces together, albeit for different reasons

#this is a fun au #initial thoughts #giorno higashikata #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #diamond is unbreakable #diu #jjba part 4 #jjba giorno #giorno giovanna #jjba josuke #josuke higashikata #jjba tomoko #tomoko higashikata #jjba jotaro #jotaro kujo #jjba koichi #koichi hirose #sb answers #ouashes

[lannisterdaddyissues]

For the otp ask thing

3, 9, 16 and 31 with slimav :)

AHHHHHH SLIMAV MY BELOVED YOU DO NOT KNOW HOW VALIDATING IT WAS TO RECEIVE THIS ASK BESTIE THANK UUUUU 🥹🙏🧎‍♀️

anyway im. im so sorry this is 2 months late things got out of hand but here i am delivering the slimav goodies now <3

3. Who hogs the cover / Who loves to cuddle? who hogs the cover: oh sli 100%. he runs hot so he really doesn’t even need them, and instead of using them to keep warm they just end up in a tangled heap on the floor next to him LOL. as a result mav usually ends up sticking to him like glue at some point in the middle of the night to soak up his body heat bc even if he was aware enough to steal back the blanket in the middle of the night, he would never win against sli’s 6’5” ass 😔 who loves to cuddle: um both of them next question. have u SEEN them they are literally the teddy bearest of all teddy bears. thank u for an actually serious answer tho they both love to cuddle!!! 🥹 they just have one of those perfect size differences where it doesn’t make sense NOT to cuddle when they fit perfectly together yknow… they take up less space that way and they get to cuddle so its a win-win! 🥺 they’re also both super tactile bc mav is most definitely touch starved and sli is obv very touchy feely with his friends, like him hugging ice and giving him a friendly wiggle at the graduation lives rent free in my head forever that shit was so FUCKING cute ok

9. Who makes the coffee (or tea)? mav! he’s an early bird, there’s almost always a full cup already waiting for sli by the time he makes it to the kitchen because he takes so long in the bathroom in the mornings (no he’s not shitting 💀 he just has to shower and shave because mans grows hair like no tomorrow and he stinks)

funnily enough, mav actually never drank coffee before coming to topgun, but now that he is constantly plagued by the horrors a cup of coffee does wonders for him throughout the day. however he is not allowed to have more than one cup per day or there will be consequences per the wrath of one iceman kazansky

16. Who is scared of thunderstorms? i don’t think either of them are scared of thunderstorms per se, but sometimes when mav dreams about hop 31 the nightmares fuck him up pretty bad… he’s flown through a lot worse though.

also i personally think the fandom hc that mav is afraid of ghosts is infinitely funnier bc he would be so ridiculous about it 😭 (also slider is afraid of clowns you can’t change my mind on this)

31. Who is more affectionate? ice: you guys its not a competition slider & mav, aggressively cuddling on the couch: YES IT IS!!!!!!!!!!!!

but if id have to say its gonna be slider bc that man is such a fucking teddy bear he has no shame or self-consciousness when it comes to being a sucker for mav both in public and in private meanwhile mav is more shy and reserved so hes most affectionate in private :’)

#ask #reply #calkale #mutual #slimav

[incoherentsobbing]

Affection Ft. first year babies and Kyōki, my twst oc

This has been plaguing my mind for a while, so have this

Ace Trappola: He’s their little bitch boy

What gets him the kithies?

He himself is pretty physically affectionate, so it works out quite well with the two

Drapes himself over their back when they’re counting how much they earned this week, lays his head on their laps, hangs off their side

Yeah he’s like a kitten that simply won’t let you go, the asshole

It was glaringly obvious that Ace liked to be showered in love, so they did what any mother would do and absolutely smothered him in it

Hugs? Head pats? Getting his cheeks pinched? The worst baby names to ever exist????

Trust, they’ve got it all down

Calls him by their chosen name of Cenuora (means carrot, very affectionate)

He bites.

No, I will not be giving further comments on that.

He struggles a lot in school and getting passing grades, but he does try his best

And they know just how much effort he’s been putting in to get a good mark on his upcoming exam

Their study sessions are… something, that’s for sure :)

So when he came up to them with a hesitation he’s only shown on occasion, slowly handing them his paper with an 85% slapped on it (the highest he’s gotten so far)

They’re overjoyed

They take his face in their hands and give him little bunny kisses

You know that thing where you rub someone’s nose with yours??? That

Picking him up and spinning him around, they’re showering him with praises and forehead kisses too

“I knew you could do it! Awe look at my baby, growing up so quick~!”

He’s flustered, a pinkish glow on his cheeks, and a huge grin on his face as he hugged them back

He’s certainly gonna keep this up, and that’s a promise

Sometimes he doesn’t want any sort of touch, but wants to be near them, and they completely get it

They sit by him and read, while he stares off to space, revelling in how. Comfortable. This whole thing was

Deuce Spade: Resident mamas boy

Does he get kithies?

Sweet baby that has done no harm

Yes, he beat those students that were harassing him outside barely an hour ago, but that’s not the point here

One of the very first receivers of the mother’s affection (cuz he’s a good boy, obv)

He gets more kisses than Ace

He low-key brags about it to the other first years

Like look at him, he gets all giddy when they give him little pecks on his head, there’s no way he doesn’t sit there with THE brightest smile for DAYS

He’s usually there when they get back from work, so he gets dibs to sleep on the couch with them

They’re knocked tf out and he’s having the best time of his life

Grim is obviously gonna kick him in the face but that’s not the main focus

They’re. Large. To say the least. (Taller than Mal if you don’t count his horns)

So he feels a sense of security and overall comfort just being in their arms

He’s a sleep cuddler, ends up with his limbs tangled with theirs

As long as he doesn’t touch their hair in their sleep then they’re not complaining

He gets a lot of comfort kisses, in a way

Like he’s upset about not being a “good honour student” and they smack him upside the head and crush him in a hug

They’re not one for words, so he gets his face and head littered with kisses and his tears gently wiped away

And he’s staying in their embrace for who knows how long till he’s calmed down and ready to talk or just chill, it’s fully up to him what he wants

And if he ever needs help deciding? He’s got a “fuck it” kinda person right there to pick him up (literally) and drag him to their garage to take a ride around town on their bike (I forgot what motorcycles are in twst 💔)

Extra note that I deem important: They always style his hair when they get the chance. He’s got long hair, why wouldn’t they take the chance to play with it?

Jack Howl: Big boy, loveable boy, baby boy, fuckin’ simp

Ofc he gets kithies

Honestly, he took one look at them in the halls and determined that “oh yeah that’s my mom now.” And has been referring to them as such

Like bro showed up one night for dinner and they simply did not question it

How he got in, we’ll never fucking know

Earned the tittle good boy and he will never not smile like a baby each time they call him that

“Hm? Oh, there’s my good boy!”

Bro practically lives for that

Can and will throw hands if anyone says anything bad about them

Includes that crusty Housewarden of his :)

I do not like that smelly man.

Moving on.

He loves it when they clean his hair/fur, believe it or not

Will plonk himself down in-front of them with a brush in hand and stare at them with big hopeful puppy eyes till they drop whatever they’re doing to tend to his hair

Changes into his wolf form and all that just to jump on them when they’re sleeping

He does that in his beastman form too, just saying

He also likes putting his face in their hands

It just fits

Will sob if they scratch behind his hair

Has a habit of having his tail on them anytime he’s around

It’s just there

On their leg, arm, torso, anywhere

They don’t question that either

Him, Grim, and Sebek have arguments on who they should smell like for the day and they just

🙆🏾‍♀️ “chai what are there kids talking about” and leave

Has he gotten yelled at before? Yep.

Look. He’s cute nd all, but he walked into the house all muddy and they nearly died

He was just having fun, yes, but the damn rug they wrestled both Vil and Jade for???

He was not allowed in their home for a week.

Needless to say, he was devastated

Leona in all his stinky crusty glory had to drag a very sad Jack over to their dorm personally and ask what was going on and why his underclassman was at the dorm more often and crying now

Jack (and the rest of the first years) get a stern lecture on why the hell they shouldn’t step in their damn house with damned dirty selves and mess up the rug they ran two grown men’s fades for

Everyone gets a flick on the head after

And he’s been the cleanest mf since then

Not a speck of dust on his ass

Honestly kinda scary 💀

They’re kinda surprised but they give him his usual scratches behind the ear as usual

An extra kiss on the forehead if they’re tired and see the house fucking SHINING cuz Jack was there cleaning all day

Epel Felmier: The other bitch boy, just a tad bit more feral

Would he accept the kithies?

They’re both fuckin’ crazy.

Their his enabler, and he goes crazy

These two are a match made in hell for everyone but them

Vil cries himself to sleep every night knowing that Epel takes more lessons from them than his own Housewarden

Suck on my big fat man tiddies, Vil whatever your last name is

Epel loves when they do things together

Weather it be a walk or baking pie, he’s always down for some quality time

They’ve both got accents so it’s pretty comfy for them to just. Whip it out and fully understand what the other is saying despite how different they sound (Epel with his whole Yee-haw and Kyōki with their African mother talk)

He sees them as a role model

Like. They’re comfortable in their own skin, something he’s striving to achieve

And they’re more than happy to help

He likes going shopping with them as long as no one else joins in

Likes it when they carry him, and he’s gotten better at showing when he would like to be lifted from the floor and into their arms

He lowkey didn’t expect them to be anything more than some dude but ohohooo when they socked Vil out of his overblot? Views automatically changed

Will die if they feed him

He just likes little things, subtle ways of showing they care

And Kyō knows just how to handle situations like those

He also likes holding hands, surprisingly

If their hands aren’t occupied by either Grim or Ortho he’s sneaking in and grabbing them himself

Maybe it’s because of how big they are, or because of how unnaturally cold their hands are, ur he felt secure

Like no one could stop all this newfound happiness

Yknow the whole repunzel thing where she lets her hair down? Yeah these two parody it each time he has an etiquette lesson

He calls for his knight in shining armour and they stumble out the bushes with a dumb smile and use the worst voice acting possible to “persuade” him into taking a leap of faith out the window

They always catch him

Sebek Zigvolt: The family dog

Honestly, why does this mf get kithies?

Bro tried to yell at them first meeting

They gave him one look and this man shut down 💀

He's been following them ever since, thinks it's some sorta magic

They can't use magic.

There wasn't much warming up, he just kinda followed around and was like "oh wow this mf strong, better suck up to 'em"

Y'know, like how he did to Mal and Lilia

Look me in the eyes and tell me that's not how they met. You can't.

Say's THE weirdest shit. Ever.

I will not be listing examples.

Mix old ways of speaking with chronically online shit and add "Waka-sama" to it somewhere and I'm pretty sure you'll get it

At some point he just kinda. Started praising them the way he does to Mal

"MY KYŌKI IS THE SLAYEST"

blah blah blah, you get the picture

They're too tired to question it

He also bites.

Specifically their jaw and shoulder

How does this mf even GET there???

Guess we'll never know

He DEMANDS to be pet, and sometimes just takes their hand and puts it on his head

Needy lil bitch

I don't hate him, I swear

Sometimes he's a lil cute tho

Y'know when he's a little flustered and isn't his usual loud self?

That pretty much only happens if they give him a kiss on the nose

Or side-eye him, it works too

The former lasts longer, though

So when he's yelling a lil TOO much, they just pull him and give him a lil peck on the nose

And return to what they were doing previously because he's gonna be stunned for at least two hours :D

He probably starts being annoying on purpose 💀

Ortho Shroud: Little war criminal, baby <\3

ALL THE KITHIES IN THE WORLD

They love their robo son

Idia who? Nee-chan who?????

No that's his mom and mafia boss right there

Fuck his stinky, cheesy balled brother

I don't hate Idia either

They carry him a lot, despite him not needing to be lifted

Hugs hugs hugs

They found a way to style his hair and that's that

Very loveable omg

They're really calm with Him and Grim

Blatant Favoritism

What's there not to love about him???

He's a walking killing machine filled teddy bear of a child!

He enjoys turning his jets off and laying on them during the more quiet days

They deff commit arson

Idia cries himself to sleep every night knowing he's gotta bail his brother out of jail one day

Not really, these two have a streak of just not getting caught

Let's hope it lasts :)

He lovesss getting dolled up, so he raids their closet every now and then

Always with the tutu's

Can and will bust a bank with the prettiest pink dress on

I think their influence is a lil too strong

Grim: Best boy in the whole world, baby <\3

Kithies for DAYSSS

Baby.

Absolutely and completely

That's their first son

The first one they met before going on the carriage

Their one and only monster that shares his weird ass rocks with them to eat

He get's all their affection, hands down

Belly rubs, kisses, cuddles, anything, you name it

Get's so offended when they don't give him a hug

Like tf are you doing???

The one time they got too tired to pick him up when they got home, he cried and packed his little cartoon stick and handkerchief of a Tuna can and sadly walked out the house cuz he thought they disowned him

Abandonment issues go hard

Is ALWAYS on them

As long as they aren't at work, he's stuck on them like glue

In their hair, on their face, in their clothes, literally everywhere

They always have a little piece of grim in their braids and they don't know of they can even be mad

They're so gentle with him

He tried to bite their fingers off when they had to brush his teeth for the first time and they simply stared at him and left the bathroom

He came crying like those sad little babies

"D-do you not want me?"

NOOO BABY NOOOOO

HUUUUUUUGE soft spot for him

He bathes with them every once in a while, gotta not smell like shit somehow

He get's dressed up too (he loves it but still bitches about it)

Him and Ortho know they're the favourites and get away with so much shit

Extra note, Grim is about the length of their arm when he stands

Yes, Kyōki's massive

196.69 and quite muscular

Do with that information as you will

#They’re AroAce btw don’t get the wrong idea #sex AND romance repulsed #they gag at the thought of getting into a realationship with a REAL person #that doesn’t include Deuces mom #I love Grim and Ortho #My kids #my babies #they're all simps smh #twisted wonderland #twst ace #twst deuce #twst epel #twst Jack #twst Sebek #twst Ortho #twst Grim #lawd I love these lil shits #I'd still deck them but it's fine #Longest thing I've posted on tumblr so far? #Twst mc #Twst OC #<333 writing #twst

[iihavenomouth]

also it’s 1:30 AM time for oc development … im working on hospital staff for woe and hives’ hospital, because colorful casts of weirdos appeal to me so deeply. they’re all going to be named, not titled. at least most of them but idk their names yet

so far i’ve got

- a very monotone clay man nurse who wants so so badly to be perceived as a fun, reassuring presence but can’t quite get the tone down. tries to lighten patient moods with deadpan joke deliveries that tend not to land. has taken to carrying around a two-sided board that says ‘JOKE’ and ‘NOT JOKE’ to hold up while speaking, with mixed success. often assigned to more difficult patients too, because he’s strong enough to put them right back in bed. he always does it very sternly and kindly. no injuring anyone, just picks them up and tucks them back in and tells them to CUT THAT OUT, PLEASE, WE CANNOT HEAL YOU IF YOU KEEP TRYING TO LEAVE, SIR YOUR BONES

- a devil who’s like fully a bee about it. like she’s so a huge bee about it. living her best life. initially worked with woe out of interest in the souls of the hospital’s dead and desperate, ended up solid friends with it and the other staff and found genuine joy in the work. resident soul specialist, carries a clipboard and wears very professional glasses entirely to push them up and go “mhm” and not because she needs them. some people assume she works for hives because she’s, a bee, but she privately thinks hives is kind of a freak

- a former patient who tends one of the garden greenhouses that recovering patients can visit for a bit of false-sunlight and the chance to enjoy a bit of fucked up evil ‘nature’. they work here because the pay is good and also the fungus in their brain compels them to return here, and doctor hives can’t really get rid of it and so offered them a job! it’s great that the hospital has benefits because they can never leave! wears the typical greenhouse uniform which is like, a dark grey middle ground between plague doctor garb and medieval beekeeper garb. buddies with the clay man above, who insisted they make their uniform ‘MORE SUITABLE TO DISTRESSED PATIENTS’ as they ‘WORK AROUND MORE PEOPLE THAN MOST OF THE OTHER GARDENERS’. they decided this was probably a correct assessment and poorly sewed a bunch of brightly coloured buttons and flowers into their clothes. very haphazardly. hard to tell if it helps people feel more at ease or not ngl. publicly thinks hives is a freak but in a kind of affectionate way

- for sure a mad scientist type who’s like. the classic. the traditional. big lab coat and goggles and huge gloves and mad cackling. but he’s not actually a doctor or anything he’s in charge of the billing department. except he treats it exactly the same as like a frankenstein experiment and the rest of the staff all refuse to actually enter his office so who knows what’s up with the billing. he doesn’t seem to be very good at his job, because some bills arrive months late, or written in sticky jam, or in the correspondence, and typically if you ask for a new copy you’ll just be told you don’t owe the hospital anything actually please do not write again! he also refuses to enter any room with mirrors. all around average guy

- gossipy receptionist duo with names like maureen and helen or something. they’re the inseparable middle-aged-woman pair of a former high-class socialite and a rubbery. they know everyone’s business - and if they don’t know it, they’d love to. they’re clearly in love with each other but haven’t actually made any moves so everyone else secretly has bets on who will ask who out and when (except for mr woe, who knows they’re already married and hasn’t said anything because the staff seems to be invested in their ‘developing romance’ and therefore woe considers this ‘employee enrichment’. the ladies just aren’t into pda and have no idea this is going on)

#gonna need a tag for the hospital … #cw hospital #cw infestation #cw parasites #just in case!!!! #britton and hope general

[faerune]

T-Z for samcamila >:3

THRILL - Do they need to try out new things to spice out their relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine? Yes! Very much so. They want like...external adventure and intrigue. They don't want to settle down for a long while and even their settling down looks very different from other people's. They still travel a lot, raise their son around the world. Sam and Camila are both interesting people and keep the other on their toes. Facing new and exciting things together? Favorite thing.

UNDERSTANDING - How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic? The more they discover about each other, the more they realize they have more in common with each other than they originally thought. Camila sometimes has a hard time considering other people's viewpoints and I think Sam is a bit more empathetic than her but I also think he and Camila have the same streak of like okay well I'm smart and know best. It takes a bit but they get to a point where they know each other better than they know themselves and that's honestly the first time either of them have let someone in like that. Not that they take the other's advice very much but it's nice to have someone understand you like that. Annoying too.

VALUE - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life? Even if they don't want to admit it particularly early on when they aren't even "official", moreso just frenemies with benefits, they really do value each other. At first, they bring excitement and adventure and attraction and passion into each other's lives and slowly but surely that develops into understanding and love. I'd daresay that at a certain point (earlier again than they would like to admit) they value each other more than whatever they're chasing after at the time. That's kind when they know they're Fucked.

WILD CARD - A random Fluff Headcanon. Camila has sketchbooks full of sketches of Sam. His hands, his nose, his eyes. Sam half-covered by a sheet dozing away late in the morning, Sam's hand with a pen or with a cigarette, his mouth and the contours of his nose. Camila is particularly obsessed with his nose and runs her finger over the bump (it's been broken quite a few times) to memorize it. She's very good at drawing him from memory because thoughts of him plague her so much.

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle? Camila has some limits with physical affection and has to be in the right mood. In turn, Sam is super clingy and touch-starved and cuddly. It takes a bit for them to find the right balance. It's not that Camila dislikes physical affection. I just think Camila is so used to being alone and almost doesn't trust Sam's physical affection? Camila is usually just playfully annoyed with Sam's affection mostly because she feels like he throws it around so much. He's a very flirtatious, charismatic man so she takes it at face value. Once they're together a bit more, I think she enjoys it more so because he loves it so much. She realizes how much it means to him to just have an arm thrown over her shoulder, a hand in her back pocket, him draped over her shoulders looking at the map she has in her hands. Camila realizes that it has weight to him and how fucking touchstarved Sam is. I think she likes it a lot more than she lets on. It feels possessive and protective of him and Camila can't help how mushy that makes her feel. Her affection is much more understated - holding hands, fussing with his hair/straightening his clothes, giving him pats on the cheek, little kisses, tiny touches on his knee or arm if she thinks he needs a little assurance. She's very observant and good at timing her affections to make the most of them. The only time Camila could really genuinely get annoyed with Sam's constant affection is if she's trying to focus on something and even then it's usually Sam > everything else.

YEARNING - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner? Sam is whiney and annoying. Kinda grumpy. He misses her but won't admit to it. Camila pours herself into whatever will distract her because honestly she might have the potential to get that way if she let herself. They're so attached to each other it's admittedly a little codependent. Camila will run and jump into Sam's arms when they see each other next and Sam gives her so many kisses it leaves her breathless. Camila also always very seriously with her pout tells him he's not allowed to leave again.

ZEAL - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of? Giving up their ambitious and putting each other before their pride? That's one of the biggest sacrifices for them. I think Sam also is very used to making sacrifices for loved ones particularly how he feels about Nate and their relationship prior to Sam's "death". So he 100% would kill and die for Camila and she would do the same. They're ride or dies what can I say.

#thank you hilary <33333 #i love being a clown for my clowns #ship: winner takes all #asks

[clown-demon]

avian-alchemist asked:

🖤 Nikolai on Plague :3

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attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

Same as above

#avian alchemist #mailbox

[saphirered]

Headcanons of what's like to date Jaskier, and Geralt please?

First Witcher request incoming. Hope this turned out well! 😘

(Jaskier)

Jaskier is one for all the dramatics. Be prepared for sonnets and songs describing every explicit detail of you, your relationship, all of it romanticised to the nines of course, but romance makes for good content so can you blame him for drawing inspiration from his muse? Besides, it’s quite nice to be praised and eternalised in song. You do have to give him clear instructions on what subjects of your romance are off limits. 

With a tendency to charm the many, and enjoy the attention too Jaskier has accumulated quite the string of past lovers. There’s nothing wrong with that except when you run into an angry husband, wife, sibling or parent of some noble he’s bedded and is now out for his head... this bard needs some desperate saving. It’s not difficult to notice when you’ve reached such a town as Jaskier will be glued to your side, grow more physically affectionate, kissing you whenever the guards or some fancy fellow pass by, burying his head into your neck and so on. 

Of course his hiding isn’t always fool proof and depending on how badly he fucked up you’ll formulate a plan; fight, hide or run. Jaskier has to admit nothing is sexier than you breaking the nose of a brute twice your size after they tried to drag him away. You’re his valiant protector and he admires you more than anything in this world. Yes, even more than his own reflection but he might not yet be ready to admit that one out loud. 

Showering you in gifts, fancy private dinners, dragging you along to proper events, and more. No expense is too great when it comes to him trying to show you how much you mean to him and repay you for taking him as he is; eternally composing, expensive tastes, a long line of people wanting to punch him in the face and all. You are everything he needs and he knows it. Of course it’d be beneath him to admit he’s lacking anything but he does think that without you, his world will be a little less bright and the music of life, a little more monotone. 

(Geralt) 

Define dating. Your relationship anything but a conventional one. There’s actually few proper dates involved, if any at all. It’s usually more like outings that end up with just the two of you, be that inevitably running into each other at some point in time, going for drinks in the tavern after travels, hunting some terrible monster plaguing a village or any one of those combined followed by occasionally ending up in a night spent together paying close and loving attention to the physical desires of one another. You do stuff together but what you and Geralt might refer to as ‘dates’, anyone other than a witcher and perhaps a mage would consider anything but. Or so the bard says. 

Your relationship moved a little in reverse order starting with good shag, not knowing each other’s names and not seeing each other again until months later, fights and drama, another night spent as lovers, and while affections grew, love took a while to settle. It’s in the little things it became clearer and clearer you were more than casual bed partners and feelings ran much deeper. With Geralt’s line of work the acknowledgment of deeper feelings came rather late. 

Geralt isn’t one to always share the ongoings in his life you’re not involved in, especially not the troubles and experiences he goes through. He doesn’t think he should face them on his own. He just wants to protect you and while the sentiment is appreciated, it just leaves you in the dark when true dangers do come knocking. You can handle yourself as long as you know what to expect. That’s a hard learned lesson but you work though it together and you’ve become better for it. He feels safe confiding in you. 

Hesitant to introduce you to his family at first you’ve managed to ease his worries. Geralt’s not embarrassed of them but he has to admit they’re very rough around the edges and he fears them not accepting you for whatever reason more than the reverse. You’re sure to leave an impression and get along quite well. They might be… shall we say in need of a bath? You’ll happily spend time with them, but for the love of the gods, you mysteriously ‘forgetting’ it’s Lambert’s cooking shift and ‘having gotten a stew going already’ has been a saving grace to all witchers. 

#witcher x reader #the witcher x you #the witcher x reader #witcher x you #witcher netflix #geralt x reader #geralt x you #jaskier x reader #jaskier x you #the witcher #geralt headcanons #jaskier headcanon #geralt of rivera #jaskier

[chantrytears]

Aforementioned coworker also mentioned being freaked out by 'the weird sexual tension between jinx and silco' and I was just like *insert I pretend not to see it meme here* they have the most innocent homicidal father-daughter relationship known to man, that's half the appeal of silco in my hoe opinion

Ngl I do know what people are talking about when they say there was “sexual tension” between the two characters. Hell, that Amanda person who worked on the show admitted that they intentionally tried to make it weird between Silco and Jinx. Not to actually imply a sexual relationship, but just to creep people out.

Now here’s my problem with THAT.

I can only speak as an American, but father/daughter relationships are… HORRIFICALLY sexualized in media. Just. Jeeeesus. It’s so bad that many, many fathers are distant at best with their kids. (Boys too, because a dad and a son showing affection for each other?!! INSERT SLUR HERE) So many people have just. No relationship with their dads, or just extremely distant ones. They never touch their dads, their dads never touch them, with the exception of maybe the occasional hug. Because like ALL touching involving men is sexualized. Because America is stupid, and toxic masculinity is a plague. Very positively involved and/or physically affectionate fathers are painted as either perverted aberrations or unicorns. It’s absurd. Literally everyone deserves better. Humans are touchy critters and NEED physical affection. Especially small kids. But we’ve gone and made physical touch a no-no for men unless they’re pursuing sex.

So now we come to Silco. He touches Jinx. A lot. He’s clearly not a hugger, but he uses touch to communicate with her. And Jinx is clearly a touch communicator herself. Whether Silco is touchy naturally or he learned that to better communicate with his daughter, who can say. But that’s what he does. He’s verbally affirming. He’s physically affectionate. He loves her, and it shows.

(To be clear, I absolutely do think that Silco should have set SOME boundaries with Jinx, but those are all behavioral and disciplinary things. I have zero problems with how physical they were. The most “…huh” but was the way Jinx crouched in his lap while she was stabbing him in the face. But I think she was just trying to pin him to the chair. Also, she was stabbing his face and threatening him. Not seeing a lot of sexual shit there.)

The people who made Arcane framed these shots to creep us out, yes. But it’s made so much worse if just because most of us do not have dads like that. They’re not touchy, they’re not involved for much other than punishment. They don’t have much physical contact with their kids because being physically close is taboo or whatever-the-fuck.

It’s sad. Like I said, kids deserve better. So do dads.

… uhhhh I think I lost myself in the weeds there but my point was THERE WAS NO “SEXUAL TENSION” and I’m sorry so many people have craptastic relationships with their craptastic dads

#this uh. really got away from me but. yeah #silco #arcane #do I really need to slap a disclaimer on here about how I know silco is a bad person? because I do. and I want to fuck him about it

[jackass-lovemail]

Stevo Levy Romance and Dating HCs

SLC PUNK BABY LETS GOOO!

I didn't really feel like writing out a whole fic so here's hcs shawties

GN Reader

TW: Sex mention, Drug mention, Alcohol mention, Blood 

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- You guys probably met at a show, party, or through friends - You start off as a fling like how he had with Sandy. A set of rules, it's an open relationship, but not really a relationship? After all, posers don't fall in love. - Even though he claims to not be in love - Again it'd be an instance where he sees you doing the dirty deed with another person like how it was with Sandy that he'd realize he's in love with you - It's at a show. A random person comes up to you. You've got a buzz and they're kinda hot, so you go at it. - Stevo, standing around with Bob and Mike sees this and something snaps - He's the only one who's allowed to have you like that. This is the first time he's actually seen you with someone else - Wasn't he the one that said the relationship is open? - He comes over and rips the poor person off of you before you even get at it and gives them a beating while the band plays in full fuckin swing in the background lol - You stare at him, frozen. Was he going to hit you next? Did you do something wrong? - After a few seconds you yell at him to stop, they didn't do anything wrong?? so wtf was he doing?? - They're a bloody pulp on the ground and you just stare at him. "Why did you do that?" - You're not even mad, just... confused. - He walks off, clearly angry. You lean against the grimy wall for a moment before pushing yourself off and heading over to Bob and Mike. - They’re just like 😐🧍‍♂️ - "What's up with Stevo? Did he say anything to you guys?" - Mike just shrugs and Bob speaks up. - "I don't know man, one second he was over here then he just fuckin' bolted over there like the flash or something."

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- The next few days he avoids you like you're the plague. You even show up at his shared apartment with Bob, and Bob was the only one there, saying that he had to go do something

- The next time you see him is at an afterparty Trish hosted talking with Mark. You approach him from behind and tap his shoulder, causing him to turn around. He was initially going to yell at whoever the fuck just interrupted him conversation with the other man, but he looked shocked. You ask to talk with him privately, and the two of you step outside into the cool night. - "So... are you gonna tell me why you fucked that person up at that show? I thought we had an agreement on your own terms?" - "Hey- Our terms, you agreed to them. I just- I don't like seeing others on my territory is all-" - "So i'm your territory now? Is that how it is? I thought our little fling was open," you laugh at him. - He thins his lips and looks away. "I didn't mean it like that it just, ugh," He was the one who set up most of the rules, most importantly, the open relationship one. - "All you had to do was ask to be exclusive with me, Stevo. It's not suddenly going to make you a poser or something." - He'd roll his eyes. "Only posers fall in love. I'm not no fucking poser, " - "Who said anything about falling in love? As much as i'd like it to be... a love thing. I guess you could already call me a poser." - He's in shock?? - Someone in love with him???? no way - On the inside he's going crazy but he kinda acts like he brushed it off - One of his large hands runs through the back of his spikey blue hair. He's embarrassed as fuckk - "I uh,,, don't mind being a bit of a poser with you." - You snicker. "A bit of a poser? Just a bit? Come on," you shove his shoulder. - “Most people who say they’re in love aren’t really into it... but... we are, right? I don’t think that makes us posers.” - You can hear him giggling. So you've won him over.

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- Yawl in poser love as fuck - After you guys are officially exclusive and in total poser love he's a lot more affectionate in private and he comes over to your fucking house so much? - Bob probably picks on him like "wow and u called me a poser" - He'd probably convince you to match stuff with him like the dyed hair or jewelry or something - He's secretly such a basic bitch omg - "Omg baby look at these necklaces lets get 2 and match so everyone knows" - You, looking down at yawls matching clothes - "Dude, we look more like siblings than anything..." - If it was 2021 he'd probably say some sappy shit in ur dms like "ur my little sussy poser" to be funny 😐😐😐 - I mean it kinda is...? - Whenever Bob is talking about Trish to him he just one ups him about you like - "Trish told me this rly cool thing the other da-" - "OH YEAH???? WELL MY S/O DID THIS AND THAT AND TH-" - Bob is just 😐😐😐😐 - Def shows you off to his friends like - "Hey hey hey Eddie check them out" - "Doesn't being in love make you a poser or whatever?" Eddie says with a hint of sass - "WE AREN'T FUCKING POSERS!! WE'RE IN REAL LOVE UNLIKE EVERYONE ELSE IN THIS SHITTY TOWN!!" as he starts going on one of his rants about the system and how most love is fake but you guys will never split up over anything ever because you're so in love its unreal - Bro calm down it's not that deep - Like everyone is looking over here and Bob is giving you a look and is about to say something about how totally in real love he's in with Trish - Shut the fuck up pplease shut the fuck up shut the fuck up

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- After Bobs death you're there to comfort him. He calls you on the phone and tells you what happened through sobs. - You rush over immediately after Bobs body had been taken out - You guys lay on his bed and he just sobs into your chest while clinging you like you'd disappear if he didn't hold on tight enough - "He was my only friend, what the fuck am I supposed to do know?" - "Me and everyone else is here, don't worry. Let it all out." - You're running your hands through his wild hair and letting him cry. You were convinced he had fallen asleep until he asked if he could stay over at your place so he wouldn't have to stay and be reminded of Bob - Ofc you let him. Why tf wouldn't you bruh - He tells you that he's gonna go to Harvard like his parents wanted him to. He wants you to come with him - If you can, he's ecstatic. You guys are gonna get married and have kids and have such a nice family!!! - If you can't, he promises he'll be back. He'll visit every time he can.  - But ofc... ik most of yawl would be like "omg... im totally going with him...!" stares at Pierrot 😐😑😐 - Yall would totally have a kid who WOULD make a cameo in the second movie.. do not argue with me on this... 

- Ghost

#slc punk #matthew lillard #slc punk! #x reader #imagine #imagines #headcanons #hcs #stevo levy #steven levy #steve levy #punk's dead #punks dead

[lilmajorshawty]

I hope this isn’t to vulgar to ask but have you experienced men of every rising sign? More so would you be able to speak on the genitalia of all the eighth house signs in men you’ve encountered? I would like to see if there is any merit in the general depictions of the eighth house when it comes to sex organs

Haha you’re fine my love! I don’t mind being of help!

I personally attract virgo, Sagittarius, Gemini, Scorpio rising men the most. I have had sexual encounters with men of all 12 zodiac signs and I’ve managed to get rising signs for a great deal of them! Sadly I can’t speak broadly on many of the rising signs considering the higher volume of the four I just mentioned being the majority of the ones that come my way.

Aries rising men: in my experience? Sweet, they are very much what you see is what you get types considering their entire chart is a reflection of the natural traits of all 12 zodiac signs in their comfortable houses. Sexually I would say their sexual organs look dark, like literally they have a darker tone then the rest of their body. They aren’t rough sexually but they can be very intense, if I could describe them? I’d say it felt like I was swimming in a pool at night with strobe lights at the bottom. They know how to have sex and it feels good, they are very much so emotionally available during and after. Very violent orgasams and can seem very spiritual during.

Taurus rising men: in my experience? Babies. They can be needy and distant at the same time, very weird mix. They want things at a very specific time and can be hard to compromise with especially sexually. the thing that stood out to me is how fast they ejaculate, and I don’t mean this in a bad way, they are just very easily aroused much like a literal bull. They tend to love foreplay but if you’re too good at it they’ll cum fast. They can be very vibrant and bubbly during sex lots of laughter, but if they’re not laughing they’re usually just super into it lmao. They have very big and long sexual organs. I wouldn’t say thick, I would say more like a long sword in typical sag style. They are very out of tune emotionally during sex so that’s the only downside.

Gemini rising men: in my experience? Sad boys. They got issues and they’re not good at hiding them. They can seem moody, aloof and slightly misunderstood. I can’t peg them sometimes, they seem like they have a mixture of mommy and daddy issues but then they can seem arrogant and self assured at a moments notice. Domination kinks and restriction plague them. I would say the sex is often sensual and deeply attentive in its nature. They want to feel all of it and none of it at the same time. Touch and physical intimacy is the thing they adore the most in sex and I think that’s what makes them so special. They’re really sweet and good natured and you get to see that part of them more freely during sex as contrary to the belief of Capricorn in the 8th these natives are tremendously affectionate and loving during sex. I will say that they get sad or more serious after climax and I have no idea wether Saturn does that or if it’s something deeper. They may be a bit on the smaller side when it comes to sexual organs in most cases but they know how to use it for sure. They are very horny like the goat

Cancer rising men: in my experience? I’ve dealt with some who have cap and others who have aqua in the 8th, for some reason the result is still similar in a way. They can be soooo receptive, they know what you need better than you do. They are present but not overbearing. They feel parental but in a way that feeds the parts of you that felt like they were missing something. I’d say sex always comes with a lesson with them. It’s never just casual sex. They tend to nurture during sex and can be very emotionally deep and connective during. They are definitely the type you spend the night with naturally or hang out with the next few days or unexpectedly end up dating. The sexual organs are usually pretty unique! Some curve, some have like those cute beauty marks on em. They also tend to be well hung.

Leo rising men: in my experience? I found them to be distant, perplexing and heavy. They seem a bit disengaged but can have moments of affectionate behavior and romantic burst that come from nowhere. Sexually though they can be passive, they feel real wet and liquidy I dunno how to describe it. Sex with them just feels very moist and like there’s a lot of fluids everywhere but idk it doesn’t feel like a bad thing. They precum a lot and can be very submissive. They are not horny per say? They are more on the “if you wanna” side of things. So Neptune and Jupiter rule Pisces so as you can already imagine these men tend to be packing some heat. They sorta dunno how to use it though? For some reason they have a very clumsy way of having sex as if they’ve never done it before? They don’t really have boundaries either so you’ll need to make sure to ask them if they’re okay cause a lot of the time they might not be.

Virgo rising men: in my experience? I’m gonna try and not be biased. These men are very ethereal. They are very quiet and genuine. They have this very honest and blunt way about doing and saying things. They carry a lot of pain though and you can see it in their eyes which I will say they have very intense eyes. Sexually? They are VERY passionate. They treat sex like a sport but not a fun sport, rather they treat it like a life or death ring match. They definitely pack a punch and will rock your shit. They can be deeply sensitive and intimate all the while being completely in tune with every part of you during sex in such a way that’ll make you feel like you’re freefalling. The genitals in my experience are veiny, very masculine in the way they look. Every time I see a guy with a Virgo rising it never ceases to amaze me how rough and aggressive their penis are. They are also very intense ejaculators and can be very big on equal ejaculation(my pleasure is your pleasure theme) contrary to the Aries myth, they can go and go and go for hours without cumming so as a warning please try and build your stamina

Libra rising men: in my experience? Confused? They can seem like they’re waiting for something to start but also won’t do anything to make something start. They can seem aggressive but are secretly hoping you make the first move. They are very touchy and very adorable in their being but they definitely can be the types to let the other person take the lead. One thing I’ve always liked about libra rising men is their cute butts and their charming way of seducing you without oversexualizing the situation. Sexually they are AMAZING Jesus. Once you get them going they will really run rampant. They are very sensual and they love slow touching and intimacy. They are emotionally present and can have a personality change during sex, they turn into a whole other Individual. A warning I will say is that they get very caught up in the moment and you’ll have to snap them out of it from time to time if they’re to caught up in the pleasure. They’re sexual organs like most fixed signs is pretty thick and heavy. In my experience the length is normal but the girth is what will really kill yah.

Scorpio rising men: in my experience? Fuck these guys are HOT. They don’t have to try very hard either which is annoying, they literally just exude this strong, mysterious and emotionally unavailable energy that makes you want to strip right in front of them. Are they into you? Do they care? Are you more into it then them? Who knows and they probably won’t tell you. They can be very manipulative and tend to gaslight(and I’m not joking about this nor am I jokingly using the term) they tend to have mental detachments from their emotions which can give them sociopath like tendecies. Sexually they are curious, very control oriented. They want to watch you go crazy so most times they leave you in charge. Riding is one of their favorite positions because they get to see you fein for them. They are senstive to your feelings during sex but don’t mistake this for them being emotionally invested in you, the Gemini in their 8th house is playing whatever role gets you to respond in the way they desire. They are very loving nonetheless when they do truly care for you. The sexual organs are usually very thick. I think they’re the ones who invented the word chode. The penis tends to be girthy and also has a pretty good length to it, and they definitely know how to work it.

Sagittarius rising men: in my experience? These guys are some fucking heartthrobs! I hate to say it but man they are so rugged and masculine you can’t help but love their boyish nature. They are definitely obnoxious, loud and ridiculously dense when it comes to reading the room. What makes them so hot though is how reckless they are with all things. They don’t give a shit. Sexually though? Emotions run HIGH they tend to be very drawn to feminine energy. A lot of guys like this adore feminity in all forms be it in men or women. If you have that feminine glow to you, they’ll eat you up. They tend to have a strong desire to impregnate and the idea of being connected and having that sort of emotional receptivity with the person their fucking drives them wild. They are very intense sexually and can be very overwhelming the first few times mainly because adjusting to them is impossible, you never know what emotional spectrum you’ll get. Their sexual organs aren’t that big, sometimes they can be girthy but most times long and or average size tends to be what I see more. Are they good at using it? Yeah, you’ll fall asleep right after trust me.

Capricorn rising men: in my experience? They are very unassuming. They are so fucking calm, so fucking unmoved and so fucking ahead of you every time. They don’t rush things and can really make you feel so comfortable with how respectful and real they are. They have a very boy next door or upstairs neighbor vibe to them. Sleeping with them feels naughty sometimes other times it feels like it was a long build up. Sexually they are exhibitionist. They definitely will fill the hell out of you with their more modest persona at first. They want to enjoy all parts of your body but they also want the show to be about them. They want to hear you want them, how good they make you feel, they want it to feel like a performance where the crowd is watching. And dare I say they are constantly mastering their art, sex gets better and better and better with them. There’s never a dull moment and every time they have sex with you it gets more personal, more intense, more all consuming. They have a high libido and they are practically insatiable. They are selfish but I will say this, if you can’t get them off they definitely will do it themselves. Their sexual organs are often brighter than the other parts of their body. Very pretty too look at and also a bit on the hairy side.

Aquarius rising men: In my experience? They can seem really standoffish and for a good reason. They tend not to like ignorance and the more they see you trying hard to relate to them the less they’ll acknowledge you. They like the idea of someone who is down for them but not the idea of someone who is groveling, don’t and I mean don’t by any means act like a fan. They tend to run hot and cold for ever even if they like you. Sexually they can be meticulously planning the whole thing. The meet up, the positions, the foreplay all of it. They tend to need warnining or to know both parties had time to clean up. They’re not ones for sex on the fly or random sex as it can lead to a lot of unnecessary accidents. They’re attentive and very much the types to make you feel like you’re clay and you’re being sculpted into something magnificent. Their amazing at sex, they are like gallileo, or Mozart when it comes to the act. They move around your body like a serpent, then a leaf in the wind, than rain touching your skin. They are more focused on your pleasure than theirs so orgasms/reaching climax can be tough for them. The sexual organs are pretty small or average in most cases. If mars/Jupiter or Neptune/Uranus is there that augments things.

Pisces rising men: In my experience? They are definitely ass men. Everything revolves around booty. They are definitely soft and very sweet, but they have a sweetness to them that is fake. The real them is far more serious and self aware then they give off. They know what they’re doing and they know what you’re doing, so don’t ever be fooled by the veil they put up. They’re incredible receptive and sensitive and a lot of their internal feelings come out at some point just not at the moment it needs to. Sexually they can very hotel sex types. Like I don’t know how to really explain it and it’s so opposite of what you would expect of libra but they are very impersonal people. Like sex can feel very romantic and as if they are treating you like a significant other but something about it is detached, far away and unavailable. They are good at creating the engagement aspect of sex but can fall short at the emotional part which is semi-strange considering what you’ll get up to that point. They are very experienced but at the same time they may need to be taught to connect a little deeper or to open up more. They have very soft and gentle sexual styles that will still make you feel cared for but sometimes in the back of it all you’ll still feel that “I’m fucking a stranger” vibe. Their sexual organs tend to be very beautiful, nice length and nice width. They’ll definitely be a lot better at the sex part once you guys are committed though.

So obviously this is a general word of mouth and does not take into account planets being in the 8th house nor does it mention decans which can greatly alter much of what I’ve said. And honestly you can apply the decan rule here if you’d like! Simply use the decan lord so if they’re a third decan Virgo rising and have Aries in the third decan in their 8th house which is Aries/Sagittarius: you would mix those interpretations. Anyways hope this helps love.

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Hi, I see that you are taking NSFW requests. Would I be able to request a Johnny/fem!V size kink smut? (i.e. V suddenly realizes that Johnny was *not* exaggerating about his 'impressive cock.' :p )

Sorry that I took so damn long to answer but here is your request, I hope you enjoy it and yeah you guys can send in asks, I just take a while sometimes or have to have the inspiration to do some of your asks so ask away!

"Are you picky or just broke? Fucking pick a joytoy V, it's annoying as fuck watching you get all jittery and nervous about a fucking joytoy of all things." Johnny moaned, letting his head repeatedly hit against the dark red brick wall, pure black glasses resting upon his nose and a sour expression that never failed to somewhat put V in a shitty mood. "Just don't want the night to be shittier than ever or just plain boring but even then don't wanna be fucking crazy with whips and shit. So yeah I'm picky." V responds, shoving her hands into her pockets as her feet move forwards, the heavy smell of musk, greasy food, and motor oil the familiar and disgusting smell that could only roam in Night City. V's lustful desires had of course gotten the best of her and here she was lurking on Jig-Jig street, bright contrasting lights, the smell of cheap latex, and the odor of sex just lingers at the end of every scent. Fake smiles. Fake happiness. And fake desire. But a true and even more real need for money. That was Jig-Jig street described for V in one sentence, licking her lips her eyes move to see joytoy of all sorts on the street, all eyeing her and grinning. "Too fucking picky ... you either want vanilla sex or you want kinky ass sex, can't have both V. Not like you'll find someone able to leave you sore in the mornin' ... wake up thinkin' of nothing but him and his cock. Hm ..." Johnny groans, his voice rumbling deeply at the end as V can feel his gaze upon her and the implications that she thought he was making, ugh. "I know you're not talking about yourself ... from what I saw that was some piss poor sex you gave Alt, no wonder she was pissed as all hell, Johnny." V teases, smirking devilishly at Johnny, his grin had disappeared into a bitter expression that almost matched her at the beginning of the night. "My partners aren't ex-cops and corpo-cunts, besides none of your partners will ever compare to me or mine, hell out of all of your partners I know I have the biggest cock out of all em'." Johnny chuckled, his laugh comes out confident and prideful, V lets a scoff part her lips and she crosses her arms and it's like her body does a full eye-roll at his words. "Oh yeah, the impressive cock that takes up so little space in those stupid leather pants of yours." V chuckles, grinning from ear to ear as she watches his grin fade away and almost like his ego was beginning to shatter. "Then why the fuck you staring at my dick so much, V? Perverted much or just horny for me?" Johnny questions, crossing his arms and glitching right beside her with a devilish smirk that she wanted to wipe off his lips, the asshole actually made her question if he had this "impressive cock". "Just simply curious if you're full of shit or if you're not lying to me," V responds, a hum at the end of her words as her eyes turn to him and she stops herself at the side of an empty closed store near an alleyway.

"Did you not see enough of my memories to know or do I have to prove you wrong, darlin' ...?" Johnny chuckles, his words are smooth and sound like a purr to V's ears as he leans right beside her, a heavy and wide grin on his lips as his glasses remain sitting on the bridge of his nose. " ... I'll do it myself ... know that you think of me more than you should, darlin' ..." V purrs and when she says his affectionate nickname she forces her voice to become deeper and winks at him with a smirk curled up onto her lips, Johnny chuckles, running the tip of his tongue around the ring of his lips. "Then why don't you do something about it, merc ...? Impress me ... show me what you feel for me, darlin' ... " Johnny purrs, his eyes burning into her own as he turns to meet her eyes, he can see the slight blush that clouds V's cheeks as she crosses her arms before standing up straight as Johnny glitches out of her view. V's eyes meet a nearby club with many people dancing, drinking, and just enjoying themselves but what V really wanted to do was get on that dance floor, wanted to give him a show. The club is decently sized, it's cozy and full of warm colors such as reds, blacks, and oranges and the overall vibe just felt warm and sensual. V grins to herself, making her way into the club as she pushes through the amount of the people drinking, making out, and getting high out of their minds. She manages to finally make it onto the dance floor and waits for a good song to blast throughout the club in which V proceeds to smirk to herself, hoping and praying that Johnny was watching her because she was gonna put on a show for him. Johnny glitches into the world and is found leaning against one of the crowed walls with arms crossed but his eyes remained glued to the sight of V, to the filthily sensual show V was putting on for him. His eyes explored her figure, where her hands moved all over her body, and not to mention she was wearing a short red silk dress that fit her like a glove, her legs were just amazing and the urge to have his head in between her thighs came almost immediately. He felt his mouth salivate and his breath stopped right in his throat, hazel brown eyes remained locked onto her and the way she swayed her hips to the music. How a warm smile remained on her warm and luscious looking lips, the way her hands explored her figure, her hands move up to her breasts as she feels and clutches at the silk that covered her body. Oh, fuck ...

Spinning her heels, she begins to sway and grind her hips in a slow motion and her hands go back to exploring her figure, her hands run up to her neck as she can imagine the metal arm against her throat, she can imagine his metal fingers against her lips. "Hot damn ... I didn't know that my sweet little merc could be a little succubus ..." Johnny purrs, a chuckle rumbles at the end of his sentence as a devilish grin curls onto his lips and he takes his glasses off, V could feel his lustful gaze upon her body. V can feel his eyes on her body and V can already feel pride bubbling up in their body, even going as far as to raise her silk dress showing more of her smooth thighs before her eyes fluttered closed. V let the music take control of her body, swaying her hips to the music and she let the beat inspire her body to move to its beat, she can feel the eyes of other men on her, ugh she groans in her mind. All V wanted was his eyes on her, other men usually just see her as another fleshlight, as something to use for their own ecstasy. Johnny knew how to share it with the women he was interested in, sex with him was always something between equals no matter who you were, that's what he saw sex as. Something to enjoy, to relish in. It's not long before V can feel a pair of familiar hands resting upon her hips, his fingers are there yet they're not almost like the feeling of cool air against your skin. The aroma and the strong scent of nicotine wafted around the air, liquor clung heavily to his form, his lips bury themselves against the skin of V's neck, he inhales in her warm, human scent. She smelt sweet enough not to cloud his senses with whatever scent clung to her smooth skin, grinning warmly into her skin he lets his hands move up to her waist as he leads her body to his waist, to his hips. "A- ..." V nearly yelps, eyes slightly jump at the surreal sensation of his hips pressed against hers, she can feel his arousal pressing against her behind. "Slowly. ... Take your time, V. Hmm ... you feel that? Don't lie." Johnny purrs right in her ear, she can feel his heavy breaths against her cool skin, licking her lips a familiar warmth plagues the pit of her stomach, and butterflies crowd her stomach with hormones and sweetness.

"I can ... woah ... that's all you? Shit ..." V gasps in a short breath but bites her tongue before those stupid words can fall from her quick tongue, she can feel him all against her body, he's thick and lengthy. She can imagine he's nearly bursting in those leather pants of his, she finds herself imagining the mere sight of him in front of her, throbbing, eager, and selfishly hers. She's never been one to be selfish over someone but she'll be damned if she doesn't allow herself to indulge herself in him, indulge herself in whatever comes next for them. She grinds her hips against his, slowly swaying them against his eager hips that follow the movements of her own, both of them are eager to see where this goes. Both of them are eager to see each other's bodies, to admire their bodies, and to indulge in physical ecstasy. "Teasing me, are you ...? Come on, V ... be selfish and be greedy. Let's be greedy and selfish for one pitiful night, V. I know you want to." Johnny purrs, rugged slurred words entice her and her greedy need for him inside of her, her greedy need to have him and him alone. Turning around and snapping her gaze onto him, her eyes are hazed with lust and greed and become dark with need, her cheeks are flushed and she's moving her arms around his waist, she needs him. He needs her. She finds herself leaning swiftly into his lips, devouring and indulging in her need for him as her entire body is on overdrive, her entire body is bursting with adrenaline and it's getting hard to control it. Groaning into her lips, the warm feeling of her lips against his is a sensation he's missed, a sensation he's craved for a long time. His hand slips behind her neck as she devours his lips, her tongue parts his lips and they dance together sloppily and erratically. Moaning against his lips, V's hand rests and lingers against his bearded cheeks as they indulge in the ecstasy of the human body. Moments later, V pulls away with brightly flushed cheeks and slow yet heavy breaths leaving her heavy lungs. Everything is pulsating in her body with need, her heart, she hates how he can turn her into a puddle of mush with his words, with such ease. And he knew it too. "Ain't gonna make it home. The bathroom is the best place right now, V ... not the best or ideal ... but I'm gonna take real good care of you. Just watch." Johnny purrs, a devilish smirk resting upon his lips and a hand resting upon his hip before he glitches out of your view with a short chuckle leaving his lips. V's teeth grind against her bottom lip as she acknowledges how soaked her panties are, how he's made her feel and it's so humiliating but so embarrassingly arousing. V rubs her lips and quickly makes her way to the nearby bathroom across the club, she licks her lips and shuts the door behind her. The bathroom is fine for a public one but still has your fair share of beer bottles, bright blinding lights, and drunk passed out people in one of the stalls. "The stall ... not willing to it in front of some drunk girl," Johnny states in V's head and teleports into the slightly ajar stall, a smirk waltzing at his lips and wide legs with a heavy bulge in between his thighs, she could clearly the outline of it.

"Perv ... not that I don't mind you staring though ... just wanna hear you admit that you were wrong about my cock, V. Or are you still too stubborn to admit that ...?" Johnny taunts her, his words smooth with an edge that clings off every one of his words, he was such an ass but there was that part of her that valued that about him. "Keep the snark to a minimum or I swear to god Johnny-" V goes on, crossing her arms before Johnny chuckles and breaks her line of words. "Or what ...? Come on, darlin' ... come see my impressive cock. Admire it." Johnny purrs, words slurred and husky yet so ... commanding as he sits there, eager for her to give him some affection, and in return, he'd prove her wrong. V lets a heavy breath leave her parted lips before she enters the somewhat crowded stall with Johnny, she licks her lips before engaging in another heated kiss with the construct. "Mmh ..." Johnny groans, relishing in the sensations of her lips against his, he rests his metal hand upon her chin and he stares up at her, devilish dark eyes eager and prideful like always. "Don't you wanna see it?" Johnny purrs, hinting that she could always refuse if things were getting weird but V wanted him and he wanted her, it's very simple and yet so complicated. "I do." V strongly states before positioning herself on her knees, her mouth salivating at the mere thought of him in her mouth, she begins to undo his belt and she swiftly unzips his pants and her eyes slightly widen. Woah. Goddamn. He goes commando of course but it's there. It's pale with a flushed rosy head, veins all pumping through his lengthy leaking cock eager for any kind of warmth, he's grinning devilishly as he watches her expression of shock and slight amazement. Licking her lips once more, she wraps her entire hand around his cock, her hands look so small compared to his thick meaty cock and she moves her hand up and down and is still in amazement at how he hid it. She strokes his thick leaking cock, her eyes remain fixated on the mere sight of his cock that she can barely wrap her fingers around. His heavy lashes flutter close as he can feel sparks flood through him, he can feel her hand travel from the base of his cock down to his untamed bush of black curly hair. A short hum exited his throat as V continues to stroke his thick and lengthy cock, she continues to do so for a few moments before running her to along the sides. A shiver travels up his spine and the mere sensation of her warm moist tongue gently pressed against the sides of his throbbing cock, her curled thick eyelashes rested upon her eyelids, he watches as they flutter with the movements of her eyes. V's eyes remain fixated on the sight before her, she slowly runs her tongue along the sides before her eyes drift upwards to meet his, her eyes are gazing into his, the pure lust that clouds them is just plain arousing and tantalizing. "Fuck ...~" Johnny gasps, the heavenly curse falling from his sinful lips as he can feel V's lips wrapped around the head of his throbbing erect cock. Oh, Christ ...

"Hah ... V ... that's it ... oh, fuck just ..." Johnny groans, a short series of deep groans rumble from his throat at the warmth that consumes him, the warmth that sparks ecstasy that shoots through him like fireworks. V can feel Johnny's hands entangle themselves in her hair, running his thick ringed fingers through her locks of hair as she continues to softly suck on the throbbing flesh in between her lips. Earning groans and grunts of approval that only encouraged her to make him fucking moan her name, moaning she wraps her hand around his length, stroking and massaging the area. "Fuck ..." Johnny curses in a shallow breath, jolts and nerves of pure ecstasy course through him, it's been so fucking long since he's had someone, it's been so long since he's had the affection of anyone. He's a bastard. Selfish one at that. He's greedy and drunk off the touches V gives him, the mere sensation of her warm moist lips wrapped around him, the familiar sight of lust-filled eyes, eyes that darkened with an urge. Clutching at her locks for a few moments, his hands move down to her face, wrapping and placing themselves on her warm cheeks, caressing and gently stroking at her skin. "Take more of it. Take it all." Johnny growls in a ragged breath, greedy for more, and V is willing to indulge in his urges if he returns the favor. "Mmh ... patience, Johnny-boy ..." V purrs, his cock out of her lips before she wraps her lips back around the head of his cock before lowering her mouth even lower on his already generously sized cock. She can fill his cock, fill her throat almost entirely but she devotes herself to making him release so she does so, slowly bobbing her head up and down as she can feel tears swell in her eyes. Gripping his thighs firmly, she firmly shuts her eyes before firmly sucking on the throbbing pulsating flesh penetrating her mouth the reactions from Johnny are worth it though. The way his expression twists in pleasure, how he gnaws at his lips at the ecstasy that overwhelms him almost entirely and leaves him vulnerable to V, the way he runs his fingers through his hair before planting his fists in her hair. He's now clutching firmly at her hair, a smirk plastered on his lips as heavy breaths leave his lips along with ragged moans that fell uncontrollably from his lips. "Oh, shit ... hah ... oh, christ ..."

Suddenly he pushes her head off of his cock, pulling her swiftly into a heated kiss for a few moments, sharing a few moments of bliss before he's pulling away from her lips, eyes unable to look anywhere but her wondrous eyes. "On top, V." Johnny says, ushering her to his lap and V listens straddling his lap with her hands resting upon his shoulders and his hands slither their way down to her hips. It's not even a minute before you can feel his thick calloused fingers caress and circle around her throbbing clit, his fingers caress the sensitive nerve earning a whimper from her. He's talented with his fingers alright, he knows how to move his fingers around her clit, rubbing his fingers in continuous circles had her shuddering on his lap, gnawing at her lips, and falling prey to the heavenly sensations that shot through her. "Ugh, Johnny ..." V shudders, she can feel him bury his face into her neck, peppering multiple kisses all over her skin and it's not a minute before he sinks his fingers into her sopping, soaking heat. Moving his fingers lightly in and out of her, he's trying to prepare her for what's to come, she can feel his fingers glide without ease in and out of her before he curls his fingers into her sweet spot. "That's it ...! Hah ... fuck, oh fuck ..." V repeatedly curses, ragged breaths soon falling from lips she grinds her hips against his fingers, aching and racing to finish. "Patience, princess," Johnny mumbles into her skin before sucking firmly on her neck, leaving V breathless and gasping as she clutches firmly onto Johnny her thighs tremble and everything is throbbing with a need. "Hypocrite ... just ... mmh ... keep going." V pants, her words are slurred and she's nearly humping Johnny's hand as his fingers move almost perfectly in her, gliding at the perfect pace and he's hitting her sweet spot just right. Why hadn't she fucked him earlier? Ugh. "Fuck ...!", his fingers repeatedly hit and curl against her sweet spot, his fingers are now sliding swiftly into her and without much care. Her body is shuddering in bliss, her thighs tremble against him, her heart's pounding like a drum in her chest, and everything at this moment is perfect for her. "Really thought I was gonna let you cum, princess?" Johnny teases, his fingers slip out of her as he turns his attention towards her and a devilish grin rests upon his lips before his fingers enter his lips and he licks her juices clean off his fingers. "Wanted to keep you ... pleased enough to wait for the real fuckin' show ... to show you what it's all about fucking Johnny Silverhand." Johnny grins devilishly, firmly smacking V's ass earning a yelp from her before he's ripping V's panties off of her body, greedy to feel her on top of his cock, eager to feel that warmth you can't get anywhere but from a human. He missed being ... alive. Being human.

"Could've said that first asshole ..." V pouts, her eyes roll away from his as she wraps her arms around his neck, she can feel him rub himself in between her soaked slit, sucking in a breath he pushes V's hips down onto his large throbbing cock. "Oh, fuck ..." The words fall from your lips sinfully well, fullness and almost a complete sensation washes over her, her cheeks are flushed and almost as warm as the sun. She's so lovely. Johnny thinks to himself, his hands caress her waist and his dark brown eyes fixate on hers, and a weight is lifted off of V's shoulders. Peace. She inhales, taking in a breath before she begins to grind and roll her hips back and forth against his lap, heaviness fills her lungs as a whine slowly rolls off her tongue. Groaning, he rests his cool silver hand against her cheek, cupping and shaping his hand to outline her jaw before his fingers gently caress her flushed warm cheeks, her eyes flutter close as she bites her tongue. "Fuck ... you're .... so fucking ... big." V whines, sucking in a breath as he stretches her warm silky walls and fills all the space inside of her to the point she feels more than full, but the way another whine slips from her lips tells him she's enjoying it. "Told you so ... didn't I, doll?" Johnny huffs, a chuckle coughing out at the end of his words before he wraps his fingers around her throat earning a gasp from the woman above him, her eyes widen for a moment before she wraps her hands around his arm. "Don't make love to me. .... I'm begging you to fuck me." V grins devilishly at the man underneath her, she begins to move her hips up and down, taking in all of him inside of her with ease and bliss boiling up inside of her. His hand slips away from her throat for a moment before he decides "fuck it" and wraps his hand around her throat once more, lightly squeezing against her throat, a gasp falls from her lips once more before his name falls from her lips. "Johnny ..." It sounds so sinful, so sweet, so arousing, the way she says his name, his body perks up at the sound and it's not long before he's chuckling devilishly and gazing intensely into her eyes. The pure lust, the bliss, everything that he was feeling she could see clouded in his dark brown eyes, the way he gazed into her eyes set her body ablaze with bliss. Fuck it, she wastes no time in slamming her hips down onto his lap, his throbbing cock curls into her sweet spot, repeatedly hitting it and sending waves of bliss shooting and bursting through her. Groaning at the ecstasy that pulsates and throbs through him, he pulls her in by the throat and firmly entangles her into a sloppy kiss that has saliva on the sides of V's mouth. "Johnny ..." V moans once more, slamming and throwing her hips down onto his throbbing cock, she's so full and his cock is all that taints her mind. "Hah ..." Heavy breaths and low murmurs of his name are the only things that roll off her tongue, his hand trails down from her neck to her breasts that move along with the motions of her body. He squeezes her breast and can see the way she shys away from him, turning her head away from his gaze as she continues to ride him, chasing and aching for sweet release. It's not far ...

"Goddamn V ..." Johnny growls, biting at his tongue as burning bliss boils up into him, it's bubbling and boiling inside of him, it's hot, passionate, and fucking intense. Grabbing at V's hair, he yanks her in his direction, almost demanding she keeps eye contact with him, moans of ecstasy fall from her parted lips as her lips rush at his, groaning and moaning against his lips she is in pure heaven. Only pulling away when she can feel him thrust his hips upwards into her, bliss and ecstasy become one and it leaves V nearly screaming his name at the top of lungs. The sensations that move and course through her being are hot, intense, and everything in between, her insides are hot, warm, and mushy. He's all that is on her mind, his bliss, her bliss, it's all she can fucking think about and she doesn't care how fucking insane she may seem. "Johnny ...! Oh!" V gasps breathlessly, clinging to him and wrapping her arms around him, he's moving ruthlessly in and out of her, repeatedly hitting her sweet spot that sends her nerves into a blissful frenzy that leaves her aching for more and more. She's getting wetter and hotter with each moment of ecstasy, her hips continue to slam onto his lap with the sounds of her body slamming onto his echoing through the stall. "Gonna ... gonna fucking ... cum soon! Oh, shit ...!" She whines, moan after moan leaves her red and almost swollen lips as she wraps her arms around him firmly, her hands clutch a fistful of his black hair as many curses fall from her lips, she can feel her body burn up like a fresh fire is inside of her. Johnny can feel it too, he's panting like a dog in heat as heavy breaths leave his lips, he can feel her hot silky walls cling to his throbbing cock, she grips him firmly and takes the breath out of him. "Shit ... shit, shit shit ... come all over my ... thick cock, doll ... don't stop until you can feel me ... in your guts ..." Johnny purrs in a heavy breath, his hands move from her back and trail down to her ass, squeezing firmly at the round flesh. It happens. V boils over, her thighs tremble and jerk against him, as a continuous and brutal wave of ecstasy washes over her, it's exactly what she fucking needed. She nearly tears out his hair and he can feel her grasp soften on his hair as he clutches onto her, growling into her neck and into her smooth skin. It shoots through him, in a powerful heated wave that comes at once, he presses himself deeper into her, stretching and driving as deep as he can into her. His warm semen coats her insides or whatever kind of semen a construct can give you but it's hot and warm and leaves her shuddering at the heat that fills her. She gets off of his lap, her thighs still trembling and her cheeks still flushed, she gets up and finds herself against the door before she positions herself onto the floor, legs all wide and dress ruffled.

"Damn ... not even fucking alive ... yet you can still give it like it's nobody's business ..." V chuckles, grinning warmly at him, strands of hair are in front of her eyes as she can see him pull a cigarette out of pocket before he lights it up, inhaling the toxic stick of nicotine that he was undeniably addicted to. "Course' I can, V ... whether I'm dead or alive, I can fuck the shit out of anyone ... is that proof enough for you that Johnny Silverhand has had an impressive cock, or do I need to prove it to you once again ...?" Johnny challenges her with a taunting smile that curls onto his lips, a heavy wave of smoke leaves his lips before he presses the cigarette into his lips once more. " ... Yeah, you were right, dickhead ... now home I guess? I am more than exhausted ..." V huffs, getting up from off the floor and fixing out her crimson red dress, a cigarette is wedged in between his fingers as he fades away out of her view, glitching back into 1's and 0's. A deep sigh leaves her lips as she exits the bathroom stall, she can feel eyes glaring at her and staring at her only to add to her shame as she quickly scurries out of the bathroom. Immediately gets back home and smiles when she finally makes it to her bed, clutching at her pillow as her eyes flutter for a few moments before closing. Goodnight, doll ...

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Ghost of You [Eight]

Series summary: Bucky has worked hard to come to terms with his past and enjoy the new life he’s been given. But his mind is still plagued by nightmares of what he’s done and by the face of an unknown woman. What happens when the team is tasked with recovering another Winter Solider, causing Bucky’s past and present to collide in the form of the woman from his dreams?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader (platonic)

Chapter warnings: Angst. Mention of kidnapping.

Word count: 2,471

A/N: We learn more about reader’s backstory so this chapter is a little light on Bucky, but a reunion is on the horizon my friends! Thank you for all the love and support, as always! Enjoy! 😊💜 gif not mine.

Chapter Eight

The smooth brushed metal is cold against your wrist. Your thumb and forefinger fiddle with the band as you stare absentmindedly at the blinking yellow light.

“Is this really necessary?” Steve questions with crossed arms, an unimpressed look on his face as he watches you sitting on the bed.

“Uh, yes, I would say so,” Tony responds, a hint of sarcasm ringing in his words as he configures the bracelet with a tablet in his hands. “She’s an ex-Hydra assassin, can’t say I trust her quite yet.” He stops what he’s doing to glance at you. “No offense, sweetheart.”

You give him a tight lipped smile and a shoulder shrug. “It’s okay.”

“Alright, done,” Tony states, folding the tablet and dropping his hands to his sides. “So here’s the deal, this shiny little bracelet is a tracker.” He’s tapping the metal as he speaks. “It’ll keep tabs of your whereabouts around the Compound, and it’ll alert us if you try to escape.”

You nod your head in understanding. 

“Just…don’t try to leave, okay?” Tony holds your gaze, a stern but affectionate look taking over his features, and you nod once again.

The two men leave the room, but Steve pauses for a moment to offer you an apologetic look before closing the door.

“A tracking bracelet, really Tony?” Bucky questions annoyed when the billionaire enters the viewing room. 

Tony is placing his tablet on the desk and begins syncing your tracker with the computers. He doesn’t turn around to face the other ex-Hydra assassin inside the Compound when he responds.

“Yes, Barnes, a tracking bracelet. You of all people should understand why it’s necessary.”

“She hasn’t shown an ounce of hostility towards anyone but me since she’s been here. You have her locked up in this goddamn room and now you’re making her wear a tracking bracelet.” Bucky’s voice is wavering as he attempts to keep his emotions in check. “You’re treating her like a fucking animal!”

At that, Tony swiftly turns around, fire blazing in his eyes.

“An animal?! Sorry, but if ensuring everyone’s safety and making sure your little girlfriend doesn’t cause any damage is treating her like an ‘animal', then yeah, I guess I am. And you know what? I’d do it over and over again.” 

The malice in his tone has Bucky’s jaw twitching and chest heaving. The two stare each other down until there’s a light touch to Bucky’s shoulder.

“C’mon, Buck,” Steve says quietly. He silently urges his friend to drop the subject and gently encourages him to step out into the hallway.

“You know he’s right,” Steve comments when they exit the viewing room. “As much as I don’t like it either, it’s what needs to be done.”

There’s a side-eye glare in Steve’s direction from Bucky, chest still heaving and hands on his hips. He wants to make a sarcastic comment about how he’s sure Steve doesn’t like it either. But he bites his tongue and holds back an eye roll. It’s not Steve’s fault you want nothing to do with him. 

Instead, he lets out a deep breath and nods his head, defeated.

The silence between them is filled with a sigh from Steve as he looks to the ground.

“I’m not sure if I should be telling you this,” he begins, “but Tony set up some cameras in Dr. Walters’ office. They’re linked to the monitors in there.” He tilts his head in the direction of the viewing room. “We’ll be able to see and hear everything that happens during her sessions.”

Bucky is turning his head to fully look at his friend, an even expression on his face as he takes in Steve’s words.

“Will…will you be okay?”

The question is vague, but Bucky knows what Steve is really asking.

Can you handle watching what happens and keep your shit together?

“Yeah,” Bucky forces out in a gravelly voice.

Steve is nodding, “Alright, good.”

A lapse in conversation passes between the two friends before Steve is excusing himself back into the viewing room. Bucky watches him until he disappears behind the closing door. Then he’s scrunching his eyes shut and wringing his hands together, letting his body tremble for a moment to ease the pent up frustration inside him. Counting backwards from ten, a deep sigh, and then he’s releasing his hands.

Bucky knows it’s probably not the best idea for him to observe your sessions with Dr. Walters. The chances are very high it will cause more grief and heartache to watch the woman he loves repeatedly not remember him. But it would seem he’s developed some masochistic tendencies since being subjected to so much pain and torture in his life; the only things he knew for so long. 

So he knows it’s a terrible, idiotic, and miserable idea. But he will willingly suffer through the torment if there’s a sliver of hope he can find while watching your sessions that the woman he met in the room is still there, and hopefully one day you’ll remember, too.

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The guard that escorted you to Dr. Walters’ office is quickly dismissed when you arrive, and is told to wait outside during the session.

Similar to Steve, there’s a calming effect Dr. Walters has on you. Kindness accents the green of her eyes whenever she looks at you, and when she speaks, it’s always as an equal. She’s here to help and you’re in this together.

Dr. Walters’ office is cozy, and is a bit of a contrast to the sleekness of the rooms you passed on your way up here. Looking around, you feel your senses warm as you take it all in. 

The walls are a tranquil sage green with pictures depicting various nature scenes; an open wheat field blowing in the wind, a large misty waterfall, a forest bed with lush greenery. There’s a thick espresso stained desk off to the side of the room where it sits under one of the large windows. Matching bookshelves line the walls where there’s no art, and are filled with an impressive collection of books and trinkets. In the center of the room are two plush cream sofas which are situated on opposite sides of a glass coffee table. 

Dr. Walters gestures with a welcoming hand for you to take a seat on the couch facing the windows.

“Are you comfortable?” She asks while settling in and situating a notepad and folder on her lap. She holds a vintage gold chrome pen in one hand, and you appreciate the aesthetic of it.

You nod, quietly clearing your throat when you feel the words sticking. “Yeah…yes.”

“Good.” 

A warm smile spreads across her face and she flips open the folder. Dr. Walters quietly looks through the folder and when you get a quick glimpse of the contents, you realize it’s a profile of you.

Lips rub tightly together and you’re wringing your fingers as you wait for the aging woman across from you to say something. Impatience and the unknowing of what is to come causes your nerves to jitter.

“Alright, Y/N,” Dr. Walters begins, finally looking up from her lap. “Let’s start from the beginning. Is there anything you can remember?” Her voice is soft, comforting.

The beginning, you wistfully think.

“No, not really.” Shame and remorse fill the space between your words. “I…I only remember being in that room…where they found me.”

Dr. Walters nods her head as she listens, the gold pen glimmering in the afternoon sunlight as she makes notes. “That’s okay, that’s good, it’s a start.” There’s that warm smile again. “I’m going to show you some pictures now, okay?”

You nod with slight hesitation and your heart rate is picking up in anticipation.

Answers to the questions plaguing your mind since waking up here has your body bracing for impact against the wall of truth you were about to hit.

Filing through the folder on her lap, Dr. Walters pulls out a faded and tattered four by six photograph. She leans forward and you take it with a trembling hand.

Looking back at you is a young child, maybe two or three, with big, bright eyes. Her hands are clasped together, stuffed in her mouth as the picture captures her mid-laugh. Innocent and full of joy. So much life ahead of her.

“This…this is me?” Your voice is quiet, shock and disbelief stealing the air from your lungs.

“That is you, in 1941,” Dr. Walters softly states. “Your name is Y/F/N Y/L/N and you were born on May 17th, 1939 in Chicago, Illinois.” She pulls out a series of pictures and places them on the coffee table before you as she continues. “Your mother’s name was Helen and your father’s name was George.” 

Another photograph of a young couple stares at you. They stand in the front yard of a house, the woman holding a little girl, while the man has two hands placed on the shoulders of a boy. Another little girl, older than the one the woman is holding, stands beside the boy as they hold hands.

“You are the youngest of three children. This boy here is your brother, Jack, and this is your sister, Grace.” Dr. Walters’ wrinkling forefinger moves from person to person as she introduces them. “And this here is the house you grew up in.”

Blood is rushing in your ears and you can just make out Dr. Walters’ words as you gaze longingly at the life you had, but no longer remember. The pictures of your family begins to blur when tears pool in your eyes. Pulse increasing and body still shaking as you try to process the information you’re receiving, but finding it difficult.

Dr. Walters gives you a moment before proceeding. She watches intently, silently, as you pick up and put down each picture to examine them.

“Your family did well for themselves, and you were able to attend college after you graduated high school. You attended Columbia College Chicago and graduated with honors in 1961.” She’s handing you another photograph of you and your family. “You received a degree in Journalism.”

Dressed in a black graduation cap and gown, you smile proudly with your family into the camera as you hold a bouquet of flowers.

“You were good, too. Probably still are.” She smirks, giving you a playful wink in an attempt to lighten the mood. Then she places multiple clippings from newspapers and magazines on the table, all with your name under the article titles. “You were passionate about current events, as you can see.”

Another beat passes before Dr. Walters speaks again, her body tensing. 

“Unfortunately, that was the reason for your capture.”

The air shifts, sorrow and resentment lingering between you as Dr. Walters places more articles on the coffee table. 

HYDRA. TERRORISTS. MURDERERS. THREATS TO HUMANITY.

The words glare back at you, angry and full of resentment.

“You were captured in 1968 in Saigon,” Dr. Walters says remorsefully. “It was the middle of the Cold War and you were a reporter stationed in Vietnam. A group of Viet Cong attacked the U.S. Embassy there and that’s when you were taken as a prisoner. We think when they figured out who you were, well, that’s when Hydra took you. It was determined they saw you as a threat to their efforts and wanted you eliminated.” She’s silent for a moment. “You were presumed dead 10 days after you went missing.”

Your eyes scan over the many writings. An indiscernible feeling comes over you because, although your name is on all of these articles and your features are reflected in the little girl from the photographs, it can’t be real. It can’t be right. There is no possibility you had this life before waking up in that dark, cold room where these people found you. 

It can’t be real, or right, because accepting the idea your life had been unwillingly taken from you is too unbearable. Too painful to accept that you once had a family who loved you and a promising future ahead of you.

In an attempt to ease the nausea curdling in the pit of your stomach, you lean forward. Hands finding their way into your hair, eyes scrunching shut. 

And you cry.

Watching through the monitors, Bucky tries to contain himself when he sees the blanket of  sorrow come down on you. Silent tears threaten to fall as he repeatedly swallows the thickness building in his throat. His flesh hand is on the verge of breaking from the grasp his metal hand has on it. Leg bobbing uncontrollably, elbows creating indents to the tops of his knees.

He wishes he could hold you and comfort you. And he would give anything to take your pain away.

A gentle squeeze to his shoulder from Steve causes him to close his eyes and let out a long breath of frustration. Tears of despair trickle down his cheeks, because he can’t do any of that.

Dr. Walters’ voice coming through the speakers has Bucky opening his eyes to look at you again.

“Y/N,” she says calmly. “Y/N,” she tries again when you remain hunched over, unresponsive to her callings. “We can be done for today, if you—“

“No,” you state firmly, sitting up and looking to the doctor before you. “No, I…I want to continue.” Using the sleeve of your shirt, you wipe at your face and sniffle.

Dr. Walters regards you for a moment. Hair now disheveled, eyes bloodshot and glassy, the skin of your cheeks splotchy.

“Please.”

Pursing her lips into a thin line and a small crease taking form on her brow has you thinking she’s going to call the session. End it before it really begins.

“Okay,” she finally says. “But if you need to stop, you let me know. Understand?”

You nod confidently. 

“Yes.”

After giving you some time to gather yourself and a handful of questioning confirmations from Dr. Walters that you were sure you wanted to continue, you were gazing up at the ceiling. Back against the soft cushions of the couch, hands folded together over your stomach. The glass of water Dr. Walters gave you to ease the tension that was tightening your throat sits half full on the coffee table. A tissue damp from tears crumbled between your fingers.

It was important your body was in a state of composure in order for the sessions to be most successful, Dr. Walters explained. And, although the weight of everything you were just told still sits heavy on your shoulders, you are determined.

Determined to remember as many memories as you can for yourself and salvage the remnants of a life that once was.

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[gorgugplushie]

Ouughhh, fabadine thoughts kinda relevant to ur recent post.. Adaine is touch averse at first cus she’s like “I’ve never been given affection so idk how to give or receive. Therefore I will just avoid it like the plague.”

On the opposite end Fabian is READY to hold hands he’s fucking vibrating with his need to be physically affectionate but he’s also so worried he’ll come across as unmanly or cringy.

So they’re both stuck at a stand still but then the both of them meet a healthy middle and they smooch and stuff sometimes <3

litearll.yyyy LITEARLLY so true. fabian was raised by cathilda so he would be so open to affection but in public? ruining his cool facade? nightmare. a nightmare for him. adaine wuld b afraid bc she has anxiety and she is panicking over how sweaty her hands are and omg is she making this awkward. someone help them.

#fh #asks #fabadine #me when people learn to be vulnerable together YIPEE UYIPEE AYY #also just for the bad kids in general . i love it bc u have fig who will full body tackle someone into a hug. #and kristen... lest we forget she canonically cuddled w adanie