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spnbabe67 · 5 months ago

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Owner of an Empty Heart

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem Original Character

Summary: Tori and Dean are now in the same space after 3 months of no contact. Personalities clash and words are exchanged. Will Tori and Dean make it through?

Warnings: Smut, P in V, fingering, oral, body worship, praise, alcohol, drinking, slight tipsiness due to alcohol consumption

Word Count: 3751

Written for @spnkinkevents : 2024 Kink Bingo using the square 'Cowgirl'

Authors Note: Hey all, this is part 3 and the finale to my angsty mini-series. This miniseries has been my way of exploring how my OFC and Dean might interact in the overarching series I'm starting to write. So, if you are at all interested in Dean and Tori and hearing more about them, let me know!

Also, I don't condone cheating in the slightest irl. I am a big proponent of characters doing or saying things outside of your own personal values (within reason) for the sake of keeping their personalities and identities as true as possible

Tori wasn't sure her day could get any worse. She'd woken up to a dead cellphone, courtesy of the previous night's thunderstorm knocking out the power and frying the outlets in her room. A steady downpour meant once she returned from running errands around town she was soaked to her core and shivering hard enough to make her muscles ache. Thankfully, the downright shitty motel, infested with roaches and mold she used to stay low for the past week had scalding hot water and passable water pressure. Tori had savored the warmth, standing under the stream until she could see steam rising from her skin and the water itself started to turn chilly.

The bathroom was thick with steam clinging to the walls peeling with paint, and accumulating in a layer over the mirror. The towel was scratchy and itchy, removing what seemed like a layer of skin along with the water as she dried off, pulling on underwear and a pair of sweats that hung low on her hips, the elastic long since gone limp but the insides were soft like a cloud. She tugged a tank over her head, the cloth clinging to her dewy olive skin.

Leaving the sandpaper disguised as a towel, Tori padded out to the main room, damp hair loose and turning wavy in the air. The unsecured door allowed for the cool wind from the summer rain outside to sneak under the door, making the room deliciously chilly against her feverish body. With a bottle of Jack Daniels she managed to flirt her way into getting a discount on, Tori settled back on the questionably clean bed, flicking through channels alternating between various news sources and static until she landed on the Game Show Network. It's gonna be a long night.

Tori was three seconds from sleep to the sound of Pat Sajak's voice, the nearly finished bottle of Tennessee whiskey in a loose grip against her chest when a series of knocks sounded on the door. Her eyes cracked open to the dark, the only light was sourced from the late night gameshow on the grainy tv. The canned laugh track played softly as Tori, with a knife in hand, stumbled her way through the barely illuminated room in a hazy, dizzying blur.

Tori hissed a string of curses that came tumbling from her lips, pain blooming from her hip bone as she hit the corner of the table hard as she fell forward. Well, that's gonna leave a mark. The ache flared with each halting step toward the door. Had she been any more sober, Tori would have been more ashamed of how long it took her to remove the security chain, fingers seemingly unable to grasp the small, cold brass chain and ease it from the narrow channel; the deadbolt was less of an ordeal, giving way easier with a soft click.

Holding the knife behind her back, grip tight on the smooth hand-carved handle, Tori eased the door open, careful not to disturb the salt line she'd laid in a semicircle in front of the entryway. Out of all the shitty things that had happened to her in sequence in the past 12 hours, nothing could have topped seeing Dean Winchester standing on the other side of the door, soaked in rain.

"Tori?" Dean's voice was muffled, like she was underwater.

Tori blinked, stumbling back a step only to catch herself on the door jamb. I didn't think I drank enough to start hallucinating. After two blinks and Dean still stood there, looking more concerned by the second, Tori shook her head. "What are you doing here, Dean? How, how'd you find me?"

Dean’s brows furrowed, green eyes scanning her, catching on how Tori leaned against the door for support, cheeks flushed pink. "Are you drunk, Tor?" His words brimming with concern.

"I'm moderately functional." Tori quipped back, heart seizing at the familiar nickname. She looked past him into the pouring rain, how the droplets rolled off his leather jacket.

She’d be lying if the sight of her former lover looking like the product of a hate-fuck between a drowned rat and a kicked dog didn’t invoke some joy in her drunken state. She huffed an exasperated breath, grabbing Dean by the arm and yanking him into the room. "Get the fuck in here before you get sick, dumbass."

Dean huffed a laugh, taking a step into the room looking around at the squalor in which she had been residing. He glanced back at her, rubbing the back of his neck. “So,” he trailed off, unable to look Tori in the eye. “How you been?”

Tori took a sharp breath in, swinging the door shut hard enough to make the window rattle, all sense of humor put out like dumping a lit candle in water. She slammed her knife down on the table. “Cut the shit. You didn’t answer my question: Why are you here? How are you here? The only person who knows…” Tori sighed, dragging a hand down her face. “Sam.”

“Don't be mad at him.” Dean placated, shaking the excess water from his jacket.

“He’s really not who you should be worried about right now.” Tori shifted her weight onto one leg and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Look, Tor, can we talk please?”

Tori flung her arms out at her sides exasperated. “About what, Dean? About how you cheated on me? About how you called me, what was it again” She cocked her head to the side, putting her hand on her chin in mock contemplation, “Oh right, a whore who sucks the life out of people? You wanna talk about that? Then talk!”

Dean sighed, slumping down into the chair behind him, burying his head in his hands. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all of it. I know better than to try and give you excuses. I just…I’m sorry. If I could take it all back I would.”

Tori wrapped her arms around herself, drying hair falling soft down her back and over her shoulders. Both of them fell silent, existing in an uncomfortable atmosphere, a tissue paper-thin bubble poised to burst should either of them move too quickly.

“Why?” Tori broke first. Voice softer than Dean had ever heard; vulnerability expressed by a woman who he had never seen even an ounce of self doubt from.

“Why what?” Dean braced his elbows on his knees, looking up at her, how the soft flow of ebony hair only enhanced the stunning features of her face. He could count on one hand how many times he had seen those dark locks freed from the confinement of the french braids she so often kept them in.

“Why didn’t you come to me?” Tori placed a hand over her chest, skin clammy. “I knew you were hurting. We all were. Why didn’t you come to me? Why couldn’t you trust me enough to talk to me. Why wasn’t I good enough for you?”

Despite her best efforts, her voice broke. Tori sucked in a shuddering breath, blinking back the emotions building behind her eyes. Dean felt his chest tighten at the way Tori’s voice broke, her bottom lip quivering with her declaration of her perceived inadequacy.

“What do you want if not me?”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Dean breathed out, slowly standing from the chair.

Tori shook her head, face crinkling with sorrow. Dean crossed the space between them with a few strides of his mile long, bowed legs. Her eyes fluttered shut as his hands cupped her face, calloused from years of holding knives and guns. She had to stop herself from leaning into his touch, the juxtaposition of the way he’d gripped her chin in a harsh vice-like grip that night not lost on her in that moment.

“Sweetheart, look at me.”

Tori slowly opened her eyes, meeting Dean's soft expression and she couldn’t decide to be mad or upset, so she chose to just stay silent, not completely sure that if she wouldn’t cry if she opened her mouth to say anything anyway. As she blinked, a tear slipped down her cheek, only to be wiped away by his thumb.

“Sweetheart, you are more than enough. You always have been. I never, never meant to make you feel that way. Tor, you are the best damn thing that happened to me. And you deserve so much better.”

“Dean,” Tori placed her hands on his wrists, her thumbs brushing against the back of his hands.

“You're too good for me, Tor. Always have been. The last thing I wanted was for you to get caught on my rough edges. And when times get tough, all I know how to do is push people away. Push the people I love away.”

Tori pulled away from Dean, taking a steadying breath. “That's not your decision to make. I'm a big girl Dean. I'll choose who I get caught on, and when I've had enough.” She grabbed his hand, pressing her lips to his palm “Promise me you won't push me away again. Promise me that, and I'm all yours.”

Dean loosed a breath, letting his hand rest against Tori's cheek. The other reached out hesitantly, finding it's place gently on her waist, her body warm beneath his touch. “I promise.” Dean leaned down, pressing his forehead to Tori’s. “I'm so sorry Tori. I promise this will never happen again.”

Tori leaned into Dean's hand against her cheek, her other hand coming up to rest on the back of his neck, fingers toying with the soft downy hairs there. “Say it.” She whispered into the space between them. “Say you love me.”

“I love you. I love you so much. More than anything, I love you, Tori.”

Tori let out a shuddering sob, choking on tears. “Then kiss me.”

Dean was sure his heart was in a million, no, a billion pieces at Tori’s choked sob. His hand on her waist migrated up to cup the other side of her face as he brushed his lips to hers. Hers moved his response to his own, the kiss tender with unspoken apologies and forgiveness.

Dean could taste the sharpness of the whiskey she was drinking, only fueling the rush of serotonin in his body. Like a junkie getting his fix he drank up her taste, the way she smelled, the way her body felt beneath his hands.

Dampness soaked his thumbs and Dean pulled back enough only to kiss away the tears that adorned Tori’s flushed cheeks, clinging to her thick eyelashes like dew on the morning grass. He made sure to remove all traces of tears from her face before reclaiming her mouth.

Tori's hands fell to Dean's chest, the damp cotton of his shirt sliding against her palms as she smoothed them upwards, pushing his rain-soaked jacket off his shoulders. He got the hint, hands leaving her face to slide the leather off himself, letting it fall to the ground in a heap. Dean's fingers found their way onto Tori's hips, sliding under her tank top to meet the soft flesh of her sides.

She giggled softly at the sensation, smiling against his lips. Dean echoed her grin, nipping softly at her bottom lip. Slowly, Dean walked Tori backward until her calves hit the edge of the bed. Tori sat on the edge of the bed, a hand on the back of Dean's neck pulling him down with her. Their kisses gradually became increasingly heated as Tori scooted back up the bed, Dean kicking off his boots. Dean gently caressed Tori's body as he crawled up her body, taking the time to trace along her thighs, up her flank; a maestro handling his instrument, knowing where to touch and how to pull the sweetest sounds from her.

Dean slotted himself between her legs, bracing himself on his elbows above Tori. She hummed contentedly as his lips left hers, blazing a trail of fire to her jaw and neck. He teased his hand under her tank again, the material bunching around his wrist as his thumb grazed the underside of her breast. Tori's breath became uneven at his touch, back arching off the bed slightly.

"So pretty," Dean mumbled against her neck. "So responsive f'me, sweetheart."

His name tumbled from Tori's lips as Dean tugged her tank the rest of the way up and off with her help. Her nipples hardened against the chill room, causing a welcome zing of pleasure as they brushed the soft fabric of Dean's shirt.

Tori huffed in displeasure as Dean sat up from her body, kneeling between her legs. With a smooth swift motion, Dean slid Tori's sweatpants down her thighs and gently removed them. One big hand delicately cradled her ankle, pressing a kiss to the bone there before kissing up her leg; one to her calf, then to the inside of her knee, then to the plush of her thighs. His teeth grazed the skin increasing incrementally the closer he got to the apex of her thighs so by the time his breath was hot against her now-soaked core Tori was sure she could come undone with a single touch. She tipped her head back as Dean pulled away once more, starting again on the other leg with his mouth to the inside of the knee.

"Please." She breathed out, hands gripping the sheets around her.

All the response she got from him was an amused chuckle and a teasing nip to the softness of her inner thigh.

"Let me take care of you." Dean glanced up at her as his wandering fingers hooked on the waistband of her panties, pulling them down to follow the same path as her pants.

Tori became painfully aware of how exposed she was, sending a shiver through her naked body. She wrapped her arms around herself, covering her chest, hands over her face.

Dean made a shushing noise, hovering over her again, his body hot against hers.

"Don't hide." He coaxed, gingerly removing Tori's hands from her face, pinning them to the bed above her with one of his own. "You're perfect."

Tori scoffed softly. "Hardly."

"No?" Dean cocked his head.

"Nuh-uh."

"Well then I'll just have to convince you then."

Dean dipped his head, capturing Tori's lips once more. His mouth left a hot trail as he moved South, nibbling marks on her collarbone. He kissed his way into the valley between her breasts, his free hand coming up to roll one hardened bud between his fingers.

Tori gasped softly, arching up against his touch. It was too much and not enough all at once. She tried to pull free from Dean's grasp but he held her wrists in a vice-like grip. Soft noises escaped her lips as Dean continued his descent downwards, kissing the softness of her belly, tongue flicking across the scars and stretchmarks that littered her olive skin. Finally, he relented his grip on her wrists, using his thumb to trace her hipbone, fingers lovingly caressing the dip of where her waist met her hip.

"So beautiful. Fucking divine." Dean spoke into the plush of her lower stomach. "I can't get enough of you."

Tori's breath caught in her throat at the first hot breaths against her core, followed by a choked moan as his downright sinful mouth attached to her clit. Immediately her fingers buried themselves into his downy soft hair, ankles crossed on his back. Tori bucked her hips against his mouth, but Dean had one arm across her hips, hand splayed across her belly, holding her in place. He ate her out like a man starving, licking a sucking at her clit, tongue dipping into her heat as if on cue.

Soft gasps and moans spurred Dean on, using his free hand to rub small circles on her clit, alternating to sweeping motions that had Tori slamming her legs shut around his head. Dean just smiled into her pussy, deciding that if this was the way he was meant to go, then he would be the furthest thing from upset. Tori's thighs squeezed harder around his head as Dean inserted one finger into her, curling his fingers in a 'come hither' motion just right against the sweet spot deep within her, making Tori see stars. He knew all the right ways to stroke and touch her in order to keep that wave of pleasure continue to slowly reach it's peak.

"Dean," Tori sighed his name, feeling her lower belly tighten.

"I know. I know sweetheart. Let go for me."

With a cry, her climax hit her like a freight train. Her vision went dark for a second as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her, making her legs shake. Once her world stopped spinning and the roaring in her head died down, Tori released her death grip on Dean's hair, allowing her lover to kiss his way back up her body. She could taste her own release on his tongue as he kissed her deeply, lovingly.

"You're," Tori spoke between kisses. "Wearing too many clothes."

She tugged at the hem of his shirt, kneeling with Dean as he chucked the item over his head and into the room. Tori's nimble fingers made their way down his torso, tracing lines downward to his belt. Her lips attached themselves to his neck, sucking dark marks into his tanned skin as she unbuckled his belt. She could feel his hands rubbing soothing, sweeping motions up and down her sides as she tugged his jeans down his muscular bowed legs.

With some maneuvering, Dean found himself, sitting with his head at the top of the bed, Tori removing his jeans, followed by his boxers that already had a wet stain from his erection. Tori swung her leg over his lap, lowering herself to rest on his thighs, placing a kiss to the tattoo over his heart. She sucked in a breath as she ground her hips down over his dick, sliding herself over him. A sense of pride bloomed in her chest as she pulled a rumbling groan from Dean. His hands landed on her hips, pulling her forward and back, guiding her motions.

Tori rose on her knees, reaching behind her to grasp his length, Dean hissing in pleasure as she did so. She pumped her hand up and down him a few times as she kissed Dean hard. Tori pulled away just enough to catch Dean's forest green eyes as she slowly lowered herself onto him, guiding him in with her hand. Dean groaned lowly, both of them unable to move or breathe until he was fully seated inside of her. Pleasure melted with pain as Tori adjusted to the feeling of him inside her, breathing in as Dean exhaled.

"Fuck." Tori moaned into the crook where his neck met his shoulder.

"Feel so good, Tor." Dean rasped, fingers digging into the softness of her ass, kissing her shoulder. "Takin' me so good. So good, sweetheart."

Once Tori adjusted to the feeling of him inside her she began to move, alternating between raising herself up and down on her knees and grinding her hips against his. They fit like a puzzle finding it's final piece, Dean's pubic bone providing delicious friction against her swollen clit. Tori gripped Dean's shoulders as she pistoned herself up and down, rising until only the tip of him remained inside before sliding back down. His grip on her hips and thighs helped steady her as she rode him, slowly picking up speed. Dean leaned back against the headboard, watching Tori above him, her head thrown back in pleasure.

"So pretty for me, Tor. So perfect like that." Dean praised as he traced her hipbones, guiding her movements. "That's it, you got it, sweetheart."

Tori continued moving up and down, one hand drifting down to guide his between her legs. He got the hint, starting to tease her clit as she bucked her hips up again. Tori moaned softly, her breaths in tandem with his as she felt the familiar sensation of pleasure building low in her belly.

"I'm close." She gasped to him

"I know, I know. Me too,"

Dean sat up again, guiding Tori's halting motions as they both teetered on the edge of their releases. With a low moan, Tori's walls clenched down on Dean as her climax hit, triggering his own as he felt his release fill her. Tori continued to move, drawing out both of their orgasms through stuttering motions, her legs feeling like jelly.

They both panted into each other's mouths as Tori rested her forehead against Dean's in post-coital bliss.

"Fuck, sweetheart," Dean murmured, nuzzling his face into her neck.

He gently, laid them both down, pulling out of her with a soft groan. Tori watched from the bed as Dean disappeared into the bathroom. She heard the water running briefly before her lover returned with one of the washcloths in hand. She whimpered slightly as Dean used the rough, warm towel to wipe away the mess between her legs, brushing against her overstimulated clit. He tossed the rag back into the bathroom before stretching out beside her.

"Feel okay?" He whispered to her.

All Tori could manage was a blissed-out nod, scooting herself closer to Dean. He grabbed the covers, pulled them over them both, and wrapped his arm around Tori's waist, tugging her to him. She rested her head on his chest, a leg draped over his waist. He pressed a kiss to Tori's hairline as he traced shapes and loving words onto her back, lulling his girl to sleep. Tori brushed a kiss to his chest before settling against him, letting her eyes fall shut.

In the early morning hours, Tori found herself awake next to Dean in the lumpy motel bed. The sun was just waking, casting them both in golden hour light, teasing along the highlights of her lovers sandy blonde hair, emphasizing the five o’clock shadow and every silver line of scar on his bare torso.

She reached out gently, brushing aside the short hairs falling gracefully across his forehead, fingertips lingering on the small scar there. His arm was heavy across her waist, keeping her in the bed next to him. Green eyes blinked open as she adjusted.

“Where you goin’?” Dean muttered, voice rough with sleep.

“Nowhere.” Tori smiled at Dean, scooting forward to press a sweet kiss to his lips. “I'm not going anywhere.”

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rosieblogstuff · 7 months ago

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1. How many works do you have on AO3?

44 😲 in my main AO3 account. 2 others in my older account = 46!

I didn't realize I had that many things!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

270,883

3. What fandoms do you write for?

All 44 of those works in my main AO3 are MacGyver 2016. One is a crossover with The Rookie. The other two at Star Trek TOS and Star Wars fics.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Table + Flashlight + IEDs

Mac + (Wilderness + Training + Survival) + Jack

Lost Causes

Lake + Stick + Fever

4 Times the LAPD Didn’t Pull Jack Over + 1 Time They Did

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! I often respond to a chapter's comments when I post the next chapter of a longfic. And sometimes I just space on it and respond a year later when I notice I failed to respond.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh definitely my X-ray + Penny flashfic, Bad Penny. Most of the comments are variations on HOW DARE YOU!!!

There are a couple other flashfics with pretty ambiguous endings, too.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

That's a hard one. Most of my fics have a happy or at least comforty ending. Maybe... uhh.... Electricity + Combustion ? which I literally labeled "whump with a fluffy ending". I also have two Jack Lives fics so that's always a happy situation at the end...

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't. A few weird comments but I mostly scratch my head and ignore them. Anybody who hates on my fics will be getting a very long and nasty reply, followed by their comment being deleted.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope, no smutty fanfics here. I did have a romance I posted for another fandom awhile back (and never finished), and I've written fade-to-black stuff in my orig fic novels.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Just one! My Macgyver 2016+The Rookie cops-vs-spies crossover, in which some LAPD officers keep coming across a black GTO involved in shenangains around LA: 4 Times the LAPD Didn’t Pull Jack Over + 1 Time They Did

It's probably the funniest thing I've ever written, and the ending is one of my very favorites. Also possibly the only gen fic ever posted in The Rookie fandom, although I don't look over there much.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes. Somebody stole all my completed fics from FF.net last year. There was a big Tumblr post about some site full of stolen fics, and sure enough, there mine were. I asked to have them remove, got not reply. I haven't posted anything to FF.net since then.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I'm aware of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, but not for a long time. I used to frequently co-write fics in my first fandom.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

I'm going to go with Washington State Ferry M/V Wenatchee. Who doesn't love a good ferry boat? It's an irconic style, fun if you're walking on, handy if you need to drive on, saves you hours of driving around Puget Sound by land. Also just a very nice-looking ship.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Ugh, wow. I have a couple dozen things I kinda like but might never finish. My favorite, and least likely because I've made the least progress on it, is a MacGyver fic about Patti having plotted out her revenge better, and tring to fuck over the team by having listed Jack as her replacement... which of course gives him access to high-level secrets like Oversight's identity. Much drama ensues.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Ramping a story up. Characters. Make a story fully story-shaped.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Endings. 😫

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Hmmm I don't think I've ever needed to. Like most things in writing, I'm not against it in theory, but it can be done well or badly.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Anne McCaffrey's Pern, back in the paper fanzine days. Prior to joining AO3 in like 2019, I had 0 fanfics posted on the internet but a few in zines listed on Ebay. 😂

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

This is IMPOSSIBLE to answer. I could answer it differently every day for the next couple weeks. Anything I already mentions plus a couple more!

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“It’s Not Safe Here!”

Chapter 4: Family Values

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Content Warnings: Angst, discussion of character deaths, walking in on masturbation, p in v, riding, pleasure crying, mention of leaving a hickey, explicit consent, and use of a condom.

Notes: Finally! I did it! I finished chapter four! Be prepared for backstories, more plot, and original characters for Y/N's story. I feel the need to remind everyone of the heavy canon divergence in this series.

Originally, this chapter wasn’t going to involve smut, but I think Michael deserves to feel happy after the torture I put him through. Besides, I know what we're all here for, so let's just get straight to it~

I also totally self-indulged a little because characters being caught jacking off is one of my favorite smut setup tropes (or whatever you wanna call it). Okay, I'm done talking your ears off now. Enjoy! Hehehe!

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William Afton was a sadistic douchebag. That much was obvious, especially now. Wherever he went, he only ever brought suffering with him. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to deduce that he enjoyed the look of pain and torture on others. He was foul, and his latest act of malice took the cake.

It was 6:30 AM the day after my meeting with him when he and Henry gathered me, Michael, and a handful of other employees I could have sworn I’d never seen before into the party room. We sat at a single table, and I dutifully crossed one leg over the other as we observed the two tall tarped items that seemed to tower over all of us.

I smoothed the front of my white dress shirt, which I had neatly tucked into a sleek pair of navy dress pants, waiting for either of my bosses to say something. When silence proceeded to thicken the air, I uncrossed my legs, anxiously tapping the heel of my ankle boot in a trademark anxious knee bounce.

Michael seemed to notice my shaking leg and reached over to hold my hand, which was conveniently left on the table in front of me. I smiled up at him as he squeezed my hand, my leg slowing, but not stopping. Something’s wrong here. I can feel it…

Henry smiled at William, breaking the silence, “Well, since they’re all itching to hear what we’ve got with us, why don’t you show them all what we’ve got, Afton?”

“I’ll let you do the talking, Em.” I could have sworn I saw William cast a sour glance at me.

“Okay!” Henry clapped his hands together with a smile. “While tinkering away in our shared workshop, my business partner here and I have made a revolutionary breakthrough in robotics.”

Excited murmurs began to fill the room as my stomach dropped. Is this where our funds have been going this whole time? Damnit, William!

The murmurs stopped with a wave of Henry’s hands. “Now, after years of hard work, we would like to present to you-” Henry motioned toward William, who dropped the tarps with a sinister grin. “-the first-ever springlock suits in robotics history!”

As applause sounded behind me, my jaw dropped at the two tall figures that towered over us. A yellow bear with a purple top hat and matching purple bow stood beside a yellow rabbit with an identical bow. They both had glassy yellow eyes that made them seem lifeless. The sight sent a shiver down my spine.

“Say hello to Fredbear and Spring Bonnie!” Henry’s warm smile juxtaposed the horrifying scene right behind him. “They’ll be unveiled as new additions to the Fazbear crew tomorrow morning.”

“Cool! New characters!” I heard an employee enthuse from somewhere behind me.

“Not just any new characters.” William stepped beside Henry. “These are state-of-the-art springlock suits.” He smirked as he knocked on Fredbear’s shoulder, seeming satisfied with the resulting metal clanging. “Programmed to walk around when not occupied. But, to put them in costume mode, you twist a little handle inside and all the animatronic parts compress to make space for a human to fit inside.”

More excited murmurs launched from the other employees as I noticed Michael tense up. He gave my hand an anxious squeeze.

“This is dangerous!” The murmurs instantly stopped at my outburst. William scowled at me as I continued. “I mean, what if someone’s trapped in there and the animatronic parts snap back into place? Think of the lawsuits! Not to mention, I don’t think a human being could survive that type of injury.” Another anxious hand squeeze from Michael told me that was a poor choice of words. I mentally kicked myself for being so insensitive.

About four months ago, he let me in on one of his darkest secrets. Something that had been plaguing him with guilt for most of his life.

He was about 16 years old when William let Michael and his little siblings, Elizabeth and Evan, run wild in an off-site storage unit for Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. It was Evan’s tenth birthday, so William thought a storage site with half-finished machinery was a decent party setting. Though the restaurant hadn’t been established yet, he and Henry still wanted a base of operations for the animatronics they were working on.

Since Evan didn’t make friends easily, his mother, Clara, suggested that Michael invite his friends to Evan’s party to keep him company. This proved to be Evan’s worst nightmare, since Michael and his friends used to tease and bully him.

Evan feared one animatronic the most, so Michael and his friends thought it would be a funny prank to hoist him up to eye level with it. Evan squirmed around so much that his head ended up in its mouth. The last thing Michael heard from Evan was his crying before the animatronic’s jaw clamped shut over his head, crushing his skull and killing him.

Michael ran to get William for help, only to be harshly blamed, chastised, and even abused for Evan’s death. Clara later grew furious with William for being so cold to his own son after what was clearly an accident in an already unsafe environment, and the two began to argue, which didn’t help Michael’s situation at all.

To further add to the tragedy, Elizabeth disappeared that very same day after running off to play with another animatronic in the storage unit by herself. This only fueled William’s rage toward Michael. I couldn’t imagine how alone and scared Michael felt after having both of his siblings ripped from him at once, only to grow distant from his parents as well.

I remembered holding Michael as he sobbed after telling that story. My heart broke for him, and it took everything out of me not to cry alongside him. I appreciated that he felt comfortable enough to open up to me about this. We’d come so far together, and I wanted to be there for him in any way I could, even if all I could do was hold him.

So, that’s what I did. I held him as he buried his face in my shoulder, and rubbed his back as it heaved with each breath and sob. I felt almost useless beyond that. I’m not great with words when it comes to making people feel better. In that moment, I wished for some sort of magic spell that I could incant to put him at ease. Though the perfect words never came to me, Michael said that he appreciated my comfort.

I wouldn’t know anything about what coming from a broken family feels like. I was one of the lucky ones, having been raised by parents who treated me well in the big city. New York, to be exact. I was studying finances and entrepreneurship in college, hoping to someday open a business of my own, but I felt I wasn’t getting the hands-on experience that I needed. I felt that I was missing something.

One day, as I was coming home from college, my neighbor, Edith, stopped me and told me that her friend, Adelaide, told her that Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria was looking for a financial advisor. Edith was always a sweet lady. I considered her like a grandma to me. My grandma-like image of her was only further supported by the fact that she baked my family cookies every Friday. It was nice that she looked out for me like that. She always made it clear that she had my best interest at heart, and I appreciated it. Not to mention that she just introduced me to what could have been the opportunity of a lifetime for me. This is it! I thought, This could be what I was missing all this time!

Edith gave me Adelaide’s phone number and I found out that the pizzeria was located all the way in Hurricane, Utah. My heart dropped at how far away it was from home, but Adelaide told me not to lose hope yet and later sent me a newspaper clipping in the mail with additional information about the restaurant. I was instantly enthralled by the bright colors and silly characters in the ad, as well as the promise of experience with managing finances in a real-life business setting. It was a long shot, but I summoned my strength and applied for the position. Before I knew it, I was accepted.

My parents were confused as to why I was suddenly so eager to move to a small town in the middle of nowhere, but I had my mind set on my future. Besides, I had originally planned on moving back to New York once I was ready to launch my own business. I dropped out of college, packed up, and set off across the country to move in with Adelaide. My priorities quickly shifted when I met Michael. Suddenly, I had a lover, and staying in a small town didn’t sound so bad. Though, starting my own business wasn’t completely out of the realm of possibility…

Remembering how amused I used to be by the animatronics only made me feel bitter now, considering that each and every one was a walking death trap after hours. Once Michael gave my hand another anxious squeeze, my mind refocused on the worst of it, which stood right in front of the table we sat at.

“I can assure you that the springlock suits are completely safe.” Henry nervously chuckled, wringing his hands.

“Besides, me and my partner over here will be the only ones wearing the suits.” William reassured. “If there was any risk, which there isn’t,” He glared daggers at me. “Henry and I would be the only ones taking it. So, we’re not liable for anyone else’s physical well-being in that aspect.”

“How could you?!” Michael shot out of his chair, my hand left forgotten on the table, as he seemed to finally reach his breaking point. “How could you finish the project that-”

“If you finish that sentence the way I think you’re going to finish it, son, let me remind you who brought about that outcome.” William’s face was red with fury as he wagged his finger at Michael. “That was no fault of mine, boy.” Bastard! I wanted to scream and slap the shit out of William, but I sat still, swallowing bile instead. I almost got fired yesterday for yelling at the man. I didn’t need to risk a criminal assault charge next.

Michael clenched his jaw before he spat, “How could you even look at that face, knowing what it did?” He motioned to Fredbear, and I finally put the pieces together.

Fredbear was the animatronic that killed Evan. Fredbear killed Michael’s little brother, and William finished building it anyway. This was the most insensitive thing I’d ever seen him do. I felt nauseous.

“I believe whatever we’re discussing here can wait until after hours.” Henry stepped between the arguing two. “Right?”

The two glared at each other as if Henry wasn’t even there. The air between them seemed to crackle with tension before Michael broke the silence.

“Yeah.” He slowly backed away from the table, eyes unmoving from William. “Fine.” With that, he stormed out of the party room.

“Michael!” I lept out of my chair and quickly followed him. I heard Henry let out a defeated sigh behind me as I left the room.

As I reached the security office, I found Michael sitting in his chair with his face in his hands.

“Michael?” Though my call was just barely louder than a whisper, his head instantly shot up at the sound of my voice.

“Oh. Hello, love.” Michael’s watery eyes met mine, but his hands didn’t completely leave his face. The parts of his face that were showing through his hands were red and blotchy. I felt my heart sink at the sight of him.

“You shouldn’t listen to William.” I walked over and grabbed his hands, slowly coaxing them from his face. “His area of expertise is limited to creepy robots.” Creepy killer robots, but this didn’t seem like an appropriate time to bring that up. “For what it’s worth, I’m with you. This whole springlock thing is a stupid idea, and you deserve to be heard when trying to speak your mind.”

Michael sadly smiled. “Thank you, darling. That means a lot. It’s just-” He sighed. “What is going through my father’s head?”

“Who knows?” I brought Michael into a loose embrace, and he rested his head on my chest. “Your old man is crazy.”

Michael half-heartedly chuckled at my remark. “When is he not?”

“Hello, Fazbear crew~” The sing-songy voice sounded from one of the security cameras, instantly catching my attention. I recognized the woman’s medium frame and wavy auburn shoulder-length hair as she walked on-screen.

“Hello!” William greeted his wife.

“You forgot your lunch, dear!” She strolled over, handing him a paper bag and kissing him on the cheek.

“How forgetful of me.” He wrapped his arms around her waist. “Thank you, doll.”

As I watched the exchange, I remembered what I’d witnessed the day before between William and Henry. My stomach twisted with guilt. Maybe I should have told her what I saw. I wished I’d never even caught William cheating on her in the first place. I wished I didn’t bear the burden of knowing what William did at work.

Clara seemed like a kind and gentle woman. I didn’t think she deserved to feel the pain that came with finding out that her husband cheated on her. Then again, I didn’t think she deserved to be cheated on in the first place.

I was torn between whether or not I should tell her. Would it be better for her to find out after everything she’s been through or suffer a silent misdeed in ignorant bliss?

Michael let out a heavy sigh, bringing my attention back to him. “I think I’ll be heading home now.”

I let him stand up before wrapping him in a tighter hug. “Of course. Take care of yourself, okay? I’ll be there after my shift.” I tilted my head to give him a kiss before finally letting him go.

I watched him walk out of the door before turning to check the clock: 7:00 AM. Time for work.

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“Hun, I’m home!” I called into the still air of our shared home as I slid my ankle boots off of my feet. Our house was small but cozy. There was only the two of us living here, after all. We didn’t need any extravagant arrangements.

By the time I stepped into the house, I still didn’t get a response, so I tried calling again, “Michael?” I slowly walked over to our bedroom, freezing at the closed door.

I could hear soft sighs and low moans coming from inside. “Mh… Ah- P- please…”

My stomach seized. Was he sick? Was he hurt? How long was he left suffering like this? I steeled my nerves and threw the door open, ready to help him.

Michael lay on our bed, still fully clothed in his work uniform, but his shirt was unbuttoned from top to bottom. His eyes were squeezed shut as he panted, stroking his hand up and down on his exposed cock. He let out a soft whine, breathily moaning my name.

I softly closed the door behind me and silently made my way closer to him. He looked like a painting. His brow was knit in concentration, and the noises he made were like music to my ears. His cheeks were lightly flushed as sweat began to dew his face. He looked perfect, and part of me wanted to reach out and touch him to make sure he was real.

“Missed me?” It took a lot to keep my voice low and even, but the faint pulsing sensation forming between my thighs made it difficult to keep my composure.

His mouth dropped into an ‘o’ shape as his eyes flew open in shock at the sound of my voice. “D- darling! You’re home early.” Though he was surprised, his hand didn’t move from his length.

I softly chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. “I came home at the same time as always, my love. It looks like you might have lost track of time, hm?”

“I… I suppose so.” His eyes fluttered closed at the contact. “I’m sorry, love.” He breathed.

“Please don’t apologize. You have nothing to apologize for.” I moved my hand to caress his cheek, earning a soft sigh from him. “You’re so pretty when you’re begging for me~”

He opened his eyes to innocently look up at me. “You’re the only one who can truly satisfy me.” I could have sworn my heart melted in my chest.

“Then may I?” I felt the corners of my mouth upturn in a mischievous smirk as Michael wildly nodded.

“Please...” His sigh bordered on a moan as he dropped his painfully hard dick onto his stomach.

I lightly grabbed the collar of his shirt. “All of this has to come off, then.”

He wordlessly nodded in response before stripping. I quickly discarded my own clothes and dug through my dresser drawer until I found the box of condoms I kept inside. I grabbed one and turned around to see Michael sitting in the middle of the bed, looking up at me with those baby-doll eyes I loved so much. I felt a slick sensation forming between my thighs as I looked him over.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous, my love.” I crawled into bed next to him and pulled him into a deep kiss.

He moaned into my mouth and pulled me on top of him, laying back as he did so. I pulled away from the kiss, sitting up and straddling his thighs to open the condom I grabbed and roll it onto his cock.

All the while, Michael was softly complimenting me. “You’re so beautiful, love. Absolutely stunning. I want to make you feel good.”

“What a good boy~” I praised him. “Always so willing to please me.” Michael softly whimpered at my compliments as I tossed the wrapper of the condom aside and leaned forward to cup his face in my hands. “But, tonight, I want to make it about you, my love. Let me spoil you.”

He tried to turn away out of embarrassment, but I pulled him into another kiss and I felt his arms wrap around my body as he grew audibly desperate for me. He then began bucking his hips into mine, teasing my cunt without even realizing it.

I felt a pang of desire tear through me before I pulled away from the kiss to ask, “Are you ready, hun?”

“More than anything…” He moaned. “Please, love. I want to be inside you.”

I gave him a quick peck on the tip of his nose before lining his cock up with my entrance. As I slid him inside, we both let out a low moan in unison. I felt my mind clouding with pleasure as I bottomed out, enjoying the full sensation in my core. Michael’s head dropped back onto the bed and he squeezed his eyes shut.

His voice grew whinier and he began incoherently praising me. “Mh… Yes… So tight… Mh…”

I trailed kisses along his jaw until I reached his earlobe to give it a playful nip. “You feel so good inside me, Michael~” I purred as I ground my hips against him.

He let out a whimper at my teasing. “Please…” His eyes fluttered open, growing watery. “Please… Need more…”

That was all I needed to hear. I sat up into a straddling position and set a brutal pace as I began to ride him. Michael was a mess underneath me. He was reduced to broken moans and whines that bordered on sobs. He was clearly waiting for this for a while, and I was loving every moment of seeing the image of perfection sprawled out beneath me.

Michael relying on me completely to grant him release. Michael begging and pleading for me. Michael absolutely blissed out under my touch, unable to put to words how good I make him feel. Michael~

I bit my lip with concentration as I felt the pressure in my core mounting. I involuntarily clenched around Michael, and he responded by gripping my thighs and bucking his hips with my movements while letting out a string of incoherent begs and pleas.

“Ah- That’s it, Michael.” I praised him through broken moans. “You make me feel so good…”

“Ohhh… I- I’m close…” Tears slowly streamed out of Michael’s eyes. “Please, darling, please… Ohhhh…”

I leaned forward, still thrusting, and whispered, “Cum for me, hun. Show me how good it feels.”

That was enough to send Michael over the edge. His eyes rolled back and his voice cracked as he hit his climax. I helped him ride out his high as his cock twitched and spilled cum into the condom, trailing ravenous kisses along his neck before my own orgasm crashed into me.

I let out a loud moan as the waves of my climax washed over me. The world slowed for a moment, and the only thing keeping me tethered to reality was feeling Michael’s body against mine. For a moment, I wished I could spend the rest of my days in this state of ecstasy. Once we were both finished, we held each other in our arms, panting and satisfied.

I went to lift off of Michael when he softly grabbed my thighs and pulled me back down onto him. “Just a little longer… Please?”

“Okay.” I pecked his cheek. “Just a little longer.” I lazily smiled at him, my eyes trailing down his neck to find the bruise I left when I trailed kisses along it. I knew he would be embarrassed and wear his collar just a little higher to hide it during his next shift, but I would know that I marked him. I was instantly filled with a sense of pride. My pretty boy~

“Thank you.” He breathed, rubbing his hand along my back. “For… everything today. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

“Not just me. You deserve the world.” I rested my face in the crook of his neck, embracing him and his body heat. “And I love you so much that I’d do anything to give it to you.”

“I- I don’t know what to say.” Michael wrapped his arms tighter around me before softly sighing. “I love you, too.”

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The Monarch Hotel- Chapter 12: Feeling In My Gut

Story Summary -> How many times does Vigilante need to get injured before Harcourt finally gives in and hires a medic to help out with the squad's injuries? Far too many times, that's how many.

When it's uncovered that a fancy hotel is linked to, not only what's left of the legion of butterflies, but also a string of weird deaths and missing persons reports, the only two for the job are lovesick Adrian and the newbie.

Chapter 12: Feeling In My Gut Summary -> The rest of the 11th Street Kids believe that Adrian is dead, she believes otherwise and won't stop working until she gets him back.

Tags -> Canon-Typical Violence, Gun Violence, Blood and Injury, Undercover as a Couple, Fluff, Idiots in Love, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Summer Vacation, Butterflies, Alien Invasion, Stitches, Weird Biology, Creep in a Bathroom, Aphrodisiacs, Date Rape Drug/Roofies, Drugging, Peeping, general weirdness, Human Experimentation, Eventual Smut, p in v, Human Farming, Kidnapping, Handcuffs, Vomiting, Fist Fights, Trauma, Autistic Adrian Chase, Roleplay, Caretaking, Angst with a Happy Ending

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Previous Chapter -> Puppeteering

The criminal's of the Evergreen area had a few months of peace since the heroes who patrolled there were on missions. For 3 or so months, drug deals and kidnappings and assaults and all those horrid affairs were left for the police to deal with, and since the dearly departed Detective Song was one of the only cops with more than 2 brain cells, it was more than likely for delinquents to roam with no repercussions for their dastardly deeds.

Then, the Vigilante returned.

Vigilante had changed, though. That was clear to anyone who came into contact with the masked hero. Vigilante had always been violent, yet it was usually contrasted by the playful, childish part of his personality. Seeing the mask and not hearing the goofy voice and laugh used to be unthinkable, yet as of late, Vigilante had become more subdued than ever.

Plus, Vigilante was a few inches shorter these days. Did Adrian used to put inserts in his shoes?

And, the suit which used to be fitted to his exact muscly form seemed a bit baggier than it had before. Was he on a juice cleanse?

Jack Ryan's show had been gaining traction in the past few weeks. He'd been rather fortunate when The Creeper came across a very high profile actor doing some less than legal things one night. Wouldn't you know it? All it takes is one threat from that ghastly ghoul, and that actor was on a one-way trip onto Jack's show, 'You Don't Know Jack'.

Surely, the actor thought it was a little strange that a creature of the night was swayed with bribes that would only benefit a game show host? If he was, he said nothing and did his job.

Whatever the case, Jack was on a high. His ratings were rising steadily, his secret identity was still mostly a secret, and he was practically swimming in money. It was a good life.

That was until he got a late night visitor.

If Jack hadn't been chemically enhanced, he never would've heard the quiet steps throughout his kitchen. If he didn't have such keen ears to pick up the slightest noises, then he might've missed them entirely. But he did. So, he paid attention as whoever was in his apartment pulled up a chair and sat facing his bedroom.

"Ooooh, Jack! I know you can hear me," a robotic voice sung. "I travelled all this way to talk to you, and I do mean you, not your boogey green shadow."

"Boogey?!" Jack repeated, the insult hitting its mark. "I am not boogey green. I'm more like chartreuse!"

Whipping his bedroom door open, Jack glared angrily at the intruder. The figure who dared to disturb his privacy and broke into his home sat before him, pistol aimed at his head.

"You're a long way from your stomping ground, Vigilante."

"Well, it's a special day. I thought I'd make the trip."

"What's so special about it?"

"It's my birthday, of course," Vigilante replied, and once their sentence was over, a gloved hand reached for the bottom of the visor to pull it off. "I can't believe you'd forget an old friend's birthday like that."

Jack Ryan blinked. He hadn't expected this. The face beneath the mask was that of... no, it couldn't be. Y/N grinned as she placed the helmet on the table beside her.

"It's so good to see you, Jack, really. It's been forever since we last spoke!" Y/N greeted with sinister enthusiasm, her bright smile blinding Jack to what was going on in her head.

"You're Vigilante?!"

"Not originally. I'm just keeping the mask warm until the real Vigilante returns." She hazarded a look at the mask and pushed all those feelings down for the moment. "But that's the problem, though. I can't seem to find him."

No matter what Y/N tried, what avenue she went down, she couldn't find a single shred of evidence that Adrian was still out there. He was still out there. Despite the chorus of voices telling her that this pursuit was fruitless and that Adrian Chase was dead the moment those doors slammed shut behind him, Y/N couldn't accept that. Adrian was alive. She knew that. She could feel it.

No matter how much time passed since he disappeared without a trace, she could still feel his presence. It was in her very bones. In her soul. In her gut.

"Our dear, dear friend, Dr Yatz - did you get the funeral invite or not? It doesn't matter - he had a lot of sensitive information in his laboratory."

"Yatz is dead?" Jack mumbled, shocked.

"Afraid so, bud. But don't worry, he documented every single test he ever did on you in amazing detail so if you ever run low on that Creeper juice you're so addicted to, just say the word and I'll have some more sent right to you."

She lowered her gun and casually shrugged a shoulder like this was no big deal, but Jack's eyes still widened.

"Judging by the Dr's estimations, you have 3 doses remaining. Now, that doesn't sound like a lot to me."

Jack remained silent, though his heart began racing at double speed. Being The Creeper was thrilling. Every step felt like flying. Everything seemed so natural. The fact that he'd been so successful in taking advantage of this wonderful, intoxicating feeling of escape, of power, of savagery, was almost too good to be true.

Well, that's because it was. He couldn't just turn into The Creeper. He needed a formula that Dr Yatz had been supplying him for years to activate the change. Every other month a batch of 50 vials would appear on Jack's door. In return, The Creeper may have assassinated some of the good doctor's opponents.

It had been months since his last drop off. Vials were running low and Jack was getting ansy.

"Tell you what, as a show of good faith - " She reached into one of the pockets on her utility belt and retrieved a small pot of greenish liquid. "A gift. For you."

With a cheeky smirk that could rival Adrian Chase's on its best days, Y/N pushed the green substance across the table towards Jack . His hands shook as he grabbed the small glass bottle and brought it close to his face, examining it closely. It was the smell that told him everything.

This vial was exactly what he'd been craving since the first time he took it. Without wasting another second, Jack downed the contents of the bottle in a single, greedy gulp. The liquid rushed into his veins, warming them immediately, and soon the burning sensation spread everywhere, starting from his core and working its way up through his throat. It warmed his lungs. It warmed his face. It heated his skin. It warmed his spirit.

There was nothing more delicious. There was nothing more invigorating. There was no other sensation like it.

The Creeper in all of its stupid looking glory transformed before Y/N's very eyes as he felt revitalised, empowered, rejuvenated, renewed. His muscles grew strong, thick, green hair fell across his forehead, and his eyes darkened. The change was complete within seconds.

As cool as she'd been acting, once Y/N was faced with the creature who'd almost killed her all those years ago, her perfect facade cracked. Her smile dropped, her shoulders sagged, and she became incredibly vulnerable and afraid all of a sudden. It was frightening how fast the transformation happened, but she didn't let that stop her from continuing her plan.

Immediately guzzling the drug was unexpected. That was not on the list of outcomes she'd planned for so soon, but hey, improvisation is a skill that every good spy needs. It was time to ‘yes and’.

Her face hardened as her eyes narrowed to slits.

"Hey, uggo, did you know that Yatz left a contingency measure in his work?" She gestured in the general direction of the monster. "If you ever got too big for your red boots, he also developed a biological stopper. He rewrote some of your genetic code, did you know that?"

A grunt came from The Creeper. Whether that was affirmative or not was unknown.

Y/N leaned forward, her eyes locked onto The Creeper's. "So, in the unlikely event that you disobeyed him, he could fire this nerve agent." Another vial was taken from her belt and waved in his face. "And your limbs would lock up, total paralysis, and it would be incredibly easy to kill you."

She paused, waiting, watching. When she saw the effect of her words begin to register with The Creeper, she took a deep breath, preparing herself for whatever he was about to throw back at her.

But all he did was sit on the ground, crossing his legs in front of her and staring at her, completely unmoving.

Like a pet. Like a dog would heel before their owner when they're being chastised or disciplined. A pet with the strength to rip her arm clean off should he have the desire to.

There's one thing that binds all creatures together, natural or man made, and that's self preservation. It's an instinctive primal force to live in the face of danger or, in The Creeper's case, submit to the person who had the one thing that can kill you in the palm of their hand. And thanks to their history, Y/N wouldn't hesitate to get even, to go stab for stab.

Or, now that she had leverage over him, it may be more beneficial to use his journalist connections. Though he'd moved to cheaper entertainment, Jack still schmoozed with prominent journalists who may have information they might not know what to do with.

Y/N had heard rumblings of a fighting pit hidden deep in Markovia and she couldn't be given the go ahead to investigate without a smidgeon of proof that it even existed, let alone had a government agent held captive inside. All she needed was someone to talk to a member of the press and spread the rumour, and it was go time.

"Looks like we're partners again, pal."

Leaving the vial of nerve agent on the table, Y/N rose to her feet and stretched before patting The Creeper on the head. "I have more of that, by the way. Just so you know," she said and walked to the door. "You owe me, and I plan to make the most out of my debt. I don't care if you do it as yourself or whatever this is, find out about the Markovia fighting pit and get back to me."

Then, she pulled the visor on and was out the door.

Even with the extra pair of hands - well, claws - it was slow going. The 11th Street Kids doubted that it was worth spending their time looking for Vigilante, not only because they had very little faith that he was still living, but they had other missions to be getting on with. The documents Y/N had hastily stuck in a garbage bag during their escape had actually been vital.

The Monarch Hotel was not the only one of its kind. There were a total of 5 similar 'hives' across the globe, each established focused on capturing a different class of people. And while they knew Y/N was a little too distracted to be sent to dismantle another one of these operations, she was asked - more like contractually obliged - to consult them in for any information that may not have been covered in the mission report.

"Jesus christ, you look like shit." Emilia stood in the doorway of the Chase home with her hands on her hips as she regarded her sister.

Since she got back, the only place Y/N found even the slightest bit of peace was Adrian's home. It was the only area that seemed to remember him. It was filled with his photos and figurines and clothes that used - no, continues to - belong to him and, in a way, it was the closest she could get to having him back.

Though it was safe to say that Adrian didn't have a conspiracy board complete with blurry CCTV photos and red thread and newspaper clippings up next to his framed family photos. Real Pepe Silvia shit.

"I've been busy," Y/N replied, closing the door with a grunt.

"I can tell. How'd you get those?"

Clearly, Y/N had just tended to a wound on her hip, her arms were covered in bruises, and there was a particularly purple blotch across her cheekbone. Which one of 'those' Emilia was referring to, and if she was honest, Y/N didn't know nor care which.

"Training, y'know?"

"Fighting mobsters twice your size every night is training for you?"

"Yup."

Emilia made a face. Y/N raised an eyebrow at her sister.

"What? You think I can't handle myself?"

A sigh emanated from deep within Emilia's soul as she walked over to the conspiracy board, running her fingers over the paper there.

"I think you're throwing yourself at every shitty lead that crosses your path in search of a ghost." Y/N's eyes narrowed, her jaw tightening as she glared at Emilia. "I've been letting this go on for too long. I thought this would help the grieving process, but it's been 6 months and..." Her sentence trailed off. As much as she wanted to voice her feelings, they got stuck in Emilia's throat.

It was rare to ever see Harcourt get choked up. The room grew uncomfortably quiet as Y/N looked away from Emilia. She could hear the frustration, but most of all, the concern. She knew her sister meant well, but it wasn't helping. Y/N groaned, running a hand through her hair as she tried to find the words to respond.

"There is no way you'll be able to stop me from going down this path. I will find him even if it takes years," she said, her voice low and determined, "And that means I will be throwing myself at every shitty lead that crosses my path until I do."

Like a shark, Y/N's gaze met Emilia's, unflinchingly, and even though Emilia had never thought the pair looked alike in any way, but in that moment, the sisters were the spitting image of each other. Y/N's determination was evident, but Emilia could also see the desperation and exhaustion that lurked beneath it. She sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing further.

"I know you think I'm crazy, but I can't explain it. I just have this... feeling that he's still out there."

Y/N's words hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken emotion. Emilia knew how important Adrian had been to her sister - even if she wanted to ignore that at first - and that Vigilante was made of strong stuff so he would have a higher chance of survival than a normal agent.

"You really think he's still alive?"

"I don't know. Maybe. But I can't give up hope until I know for sure." Y/N's voice was quiet, almost a whisper, as she stared off into the distance. "And as long as there's even the smallest chance, I can't stop looking."

Emilia regarded her sister for a long moment before sighing and sitting down next to her.

"I can feel it in my gut."

"Okay."

"Okay?" Y/N repeated.

"Show me all the info you've gathered, squish."

For the next few hours, the Harcourt-L/N siblings poured over every single shred of evidence Y/N had found about Vigilante's whereabouts. They discussed theories, analysed photos, and cross-referenced news reports. Emilia even went as far as to order Economos to hack into some shady databases to get more information on the criminal network at the heart of Markovia.

As the night wore on, they made significant progress, narrowing down the list of possible leads and eliminating dead-ends. Y/N felt a glimmer of hope begin to flicker within her. Maybe, just maybe, she wasn't crazy after all.

Then, it came.

A week after their 'study sesh', a video was sent to Y/N's phone with the caption: 'One last shipment, then I'm going cold turkey. Jack x '

The soundless video showed a haggard-looking man in a dimly lit space, his eyes darting around before a bright stage light shone down on him. There, looking beaten and battered, was Adrian motherfucking Chase!

It was him, it was really him. Y/N's heart leapt into her throat as she stared at the grainy footage on her phone screen.

In the video, Adrian stood there as another man was pushed into the space and another light shone down on them. With all this light, the surrounding roaring audience was much easier to see. There had to be 300 or so people sat on platforms around the stage as if the area was an underground colosseum.

Adrian's shoulder slumped for a moment, and he nodded at the other man before punching the guy in the face, a warrior's cry forming on his lips as he landed more and more attacks.

Tears welled in her eyes and Y/N's hands shook as she held her phone, watching the video over and over again. Who knows how many times the video was repeated. She was obsessed with absorbing every single detail as possible, which was difficult with the sobs racking her body, and sent it to the rest of the 11th Street Kids.

Vindicated, Y/N could finally exhale. She'd never thought she'd be this happy and terrified at the same time. He was alive. They had evidence of that. But he was also in a dangerous environment, being forced to fight every day.

"I never thought I'd be so relieved to see that annoying face," Chris barked with a grin, nudging Y/N with his elbow as everyone crowded around John's laptop to watch it together. Y/N tried to smile at Chris' comment, but it was more of a grimace.

"Bud," Leota warned. She shook her head to discourage Peacemaker from trying to joke around with Y/N about this.

The next few days were a blur of frantic planning and discussion. Y/N and the rest of the 11th Street Kids brainstormed multiple scenarios and contingency plans, all determined to rescue Adrian from his captors. They knew it wouldn't be easy, but they also knew they couldn't stand by and do nothing.

Most of the group dipped in and out. Whether they needed to sleep, if Leota wanted to go back to her wife, if John thought he should update Waller on their progress, if Chris had to take Eagly outside for a walk - or fly, I guess - or if Harcourt needed a beer, those members took breaks.

Other than the occasional bathroom break, Y/N stayed awake for a total of 73 and a half hours, and she spent it going over and over whatever plan had just been proposed.

"Ah, look at that, she's going through another microsleep," Emilia teased.

"Shut up," Y/N grumbled as she sat up straighter and forced herself awake.

Emilia's face softened as she took in the sight of Y/N yawning and rubbing her eyes, looking a little bit like she had as a toddler. Y/N sighed and leaned her head against Emilia's shoulder, and all Emilia could do was stroke the back of her sister's head.

"Are you going to let me drive you back to the house so you can sleep?"

"No."

"Okay, I'll just force you, then."

"You sound just like your mother."

Rolling her eyes, Emilia gently pulled Y/N to her feet and into a hug. "That bad, huh?" Y/N groaned and mumbled something incoherent into Emilia's shoulder. "Come on, out the door."

Throughout her stay at Adrian's home, Y/N had relegated herself to the couch. Yet, when she hauled herself inside, she needed a bed to relax into. Y/N let out a tired sigh as she collapsed onto Adrian's bed and she couldn't help but take in the familiar scent of his sheets. It was both comforting and painful at the same time, a tangible reminder of how much she had missed him.

Her hand reached for one of his pillows and pulled it to her chest, inhaling deeply as she tried to soak up whatever faint essence of him might still linger there, and fell asleep, her longing surrounding her like a warm hug.

Eventually, the rescue mission was given the go ahead. Vigilante was a government agent and valuable asset that needed to be rescued. The next few hours were a flurry of activity as the 11th Street Kids made their final preparations for the biggest mission of their lives. They knew that time was of the essence, and they couldn't afford to make any mistakes.

Vigilante was entered as a combatant into the fighting pit, so Y/N was undercover once again. She fought and fought and fought. It took a total of a week of gruelling competition, but she managed to rise through the ranks until she finally saw a familiar face. A face that was covered in bruises and cuts and red patches, and though Y/N knew she looked somewhat similar thanks to her week of fighting, her determination to never see him In such a state ensured that the plan was going to go ahead without a single misstep on her part.

For the first time in over 8 months, Y/N was face to face with the love of her life. She had never been so glad to see anyone in her life as she was to see Adrian. His dark hair was mussed, his eyes intense as they scanned the crowd, and she could tell he was thoroughly defeated.

But, since she was dressed as his alter ego so, as the lights revealed them to each other, Adrian's eyes widened in surprise. He was confused, sure, yet Y/N could see a spark of hope flicker in them.

"FIGHT!"

Once Y/N figured out where the source of the voice came from in the crowd, she realised she was looking at Queen Caroline of Markovia. That bitch! The Queen was placed on a throne and had the most perfect view of the carnage below her. Adrian had seen that woman every day down here and she was a constant reminder of how happy he'd been at The Monarch Hotel, which must've been extra demoralising.

Y/N forced her focus back onto their fight and swung to land a quick punch to Adrian's chest, right on his solar plexus to do the least amount of damage she had to. "Fight back or they'll be suspicious," she instructed just loud enough for him to hear.

Another punch landed, and Adrian stumbled back a step, but as he recovered, he countered with a punch of his own. It wasn't nearly as strong as it could have been, but it was enough to keep up the charade. The fight was a gruelling one, but Y/N and Adrian managed to keep up the act for long enough. They traded blows, trying their best not to hurt each other too much, and then the signal came.

A bee buzzed into the middle of the stage, almost as if it was being controlled by someone. The sexuality of this robot bee was unknown, though.

In an instant, Y/N tackled Adrian to the ground, pressing down on a button in her pocket as soon as they hit the ground in order for the plasma shield that the nerds at ARGUS had loaned them for the week activated. Y/N and Adrian were cocooned in a safe body sized bubble so that the drone strike operated by their fellow 11th Street Kids didn't accidentally hit the pair.

Economos, Adebayo, Peacemaker and Harcourt flew their glorified remote controlled helicopters into the colosseum and shot at the people in the crowd, causing absolute chaos as people ran to safety and pushed others into the line of fire to do so. What the runners didn't know was that there was an entire battalion of police outside ready to handcuff anyone they saw. Despite the queen being in attendance, fight clubs and slavery was still very much illegal.

"Hi champ," Y/N greeted, her voice thick with emotion.

Instead of replying, he tugged her completely onto his chest and locked his arms around her. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, relief and joy mixing with the pain and exhaustion from searching for him for so long, and buried her face into his neck.

"It's okay," she whispered, stroking his hair gently. "I've got you now." She held him tightly, savouring the feel of his strong arms around her. "You're safe, you're safe now."

She could feel the tremors running through him. Y/N held Adrian tightly, pressing her lips to his cheek and jaw to distract him from the crashing and banging of the carnage around them.

Finally, the sounds stopped. As the dust settled and the aftermath of the rescue mission played out around them, Y/N turned off the plasma shield and sat up. The fighting pit was in ruins, the walls and floor bloodstained and dented from the fierce battle. Medical staff hurried in to tend to the captured fighters, while enforcers came in to arrest any of the fighting pit ticket holders that were still alive.

Queen Caroline of Markovia lay motionless on the ground, her body riddled with bullet holes. Y/N gently pulled away from Adrian and helped him to sit up, brushing some of the dirt and blood from his hair, and he did the same for her.

With a watery smile, the two of them looked at each other, their eyes full of love, gratitude, and relief.

"You're really here," Y/N whispered, "I'm sorry it took me so long."

Adrian's gaze softened as he cupped her cheek, brushing away a tear that had escaped her eye. He leaned in and kissed her tenderly, their lips lingering against each other in such a way that told her everything she needed to know. Y/N leaned into the kiss, feeling a flood of emotion wash over her.

The world around them could have been falling apart, but as long as they had each other, nothing else mattered.

When they finally broke apart, she smiled up at him, her eyes shining with tears of joy. "Come on, let's get you checked out and make sure nothing's broken." She offered him a hand, helping him to his feet, and then guided him towards the first medic with a first aid kit she saw.

Turns out that Adrian reacted extremely badly when one of the medic tried to touch him, and if Y/N hadn't been there to stand in between them, that medic would've been murdered in cold blood. It wasn't surprising. He'd been in a fight minus the flight mode for the majority of a year so was it so outlandish that a stranger - and even though they were a helpful stranger, they were still a stranger - activated those instincts?

"Can you just... give us some space? I'm medically trained, I can do it," Y/N assured the medic who hesitated but eventually stepped back and reluctantly handed Y/N the first aid kit.

Y/N gently took Adrian's hand and led him to a relatively quiet corner of the pit, away from the chaos and commotion. She knelt down in front of him, carefully examining his body for any injuries, her hands moving with practised efficiency. As Y/N examined him, she found a few shallow cuts and bruises, but nothing major. She cleaned and bandaged them up, taking care to be gentle and reassuring the entire time.

On their way out of the pit, Adrian stood over the Queen's dead body and just looked at it for a moment. Then, he spat on her cold, dead face. The act seemed to release some tension within Adrian, and he exhaled heavily before hobbling to safety with his hand firmly attached to Y/N's.

Each member of the squad was overjoyed, not only because Adrian was back but also because Y/N wouldn't be so depressing to be around anymore. There was something odd, though. Adrian didn't make a sound. He'd usually be yapping at Peacemaker or calling John playful names, but not a single syllable passed his lips.

And, just like he was with the medic, when Chris tried to give his buddy a bear hug, Adrian hid behind Y/N. Chris nodded, looking a little taken aback but understanding nonetheless. "My bad, man. Sorry about that."

Their journey back to Evergreen was a long one, and it was mostly silent. The flight was filled with snores of various pitches from the squad, except for an occasional grunt from one of them when they shifted uncomfortably in their seats.

"Champ, baby, you should get some sleep," Y/N murmured to Adrian as she felt his shoulders tensing next to her, and the way his hands clenched into fists and gripping onto the plane seat. She knew he was exhausted, both physically and emotionally, and she could help with that.

Lifting the arm between their seats, Y/N shifted to be in the optimal position to be a pillow for him. "C'mere," she cooed softly. Adrian hesitated for a moment, then leaned into Y/N's warmth and support, his cheek pressing against her collarbone. "Do you want me to play with your hair?"

He did a small, shy nod.

"Close your eyes, my love." Y/N's touch was so tender as her fingers brushed through his hair. As Y/N's fingers began to dance through Adrian's hair, he let out a long, shuddering sigh. The contact and her nearness were a balm to his battered soul, but he couldn't sleep. Not when there were other people in the room, so the rest of the flight passed in a haze of gentle touches and soft murmurs in an effort to keep him calm.

When they finally arrived back at Evergreen, the squad allowed the couple to go back to the Chase residence without having to do a mission report or give statements because Harcourt realised that neither of them were mentally ready for that just yet. Some things would have to wait, and that was okay.

Once they stepped through the familiar doorway of the Chase residence, Adrian paused for a moment to take it all in. He was home. He couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia as he saw his bookshelf with its collection of well-worn comic books, the photos of his parents that hung above the fireplace, the comfortable sofa where he used to spend countless evenings watching movies with his Gut, and the really unfashionable blankets that his grandmother loved wrapping up in on a cold night.

"Do you want some food, lovely?"

Thumbs up.

"Okay, we'll clean you up, eat, and then, how'd you feel about lounging in bed doing absolutely nothing for the next few days?"

Double thumbs up

So, that's what they did, and by the end of the night, he was feeling a little more like himself. It felt... nice. Warm. Safe. He looked like hell, but she still thought he was the most beautiful guy she'd ever seen.

While they lay in bed together, Y/N couldn't help but wonder about the changes in Adrian. It was like he was a different person, more reserved and withdrawn. She knew that what they'd been through wasn't easy for anyone, but she hoped that he would be able to find his way back to the old, cheerful self some time in the future. It may take a while, yet she was more than willing to help him along.

Facing each other, Y/N and Adrian were inches away from each other, their breath mingling in the air between them as he reached to trace a finger across her face. He was a little heavy-handed and clumsy in his movements, but Y/N didn't mind. She smiled, closing her eyes as she leaned into his touch.

Then, his focus shifted lower. Adrian's gaze drifted downward, his fingers tracing the curve of Y/N's neck, moving lower to her collarbone and down her sternum before trailing up to her shoulder. He lingered there for a while, drawing out the same shapes over and over again.

It took a few tries but Y/N realised that he was writing I ♡ U into her skin.

Y/N felt a warmth spread through her chest as she realised what he was doing. Her heart swelled. It was a simple gesture, and it meant so much, so she felt that it was necessary to repeat it on his shoulder.

An hour turned into two, three, however many, and the pair were wrapped up in the duvet. Their night together passed slowly, as if time itself was taking a break to allow them to savour every moment.

Over the next few weeks, the pair did everything they could to acclimatise Adrian back into 'normal' life. He was completely nonverbal and struggled with being around more than 5 people at once, so the couple were in the process of learning ASL online. To gain back the weight he'd lost in the pit, he was put on a diet that steadily increased his intake until he was firmly scarfing down hotdogs like he used to.

With time, Adrian began to improve. He started with small steps, like going to the nearby park for fresh air, and on one of those walks, they saw an old friend.

Dolores, the old lady that was nice to him when he worked at Fennel Fields, was feeding ducks when they heard her call out, "Oh my, Adrian! It's been so long! How are you doing, dear?" She hobbled over, using a cane to support her weight. Her wrinkled face lit up with a warm smile.

The sight of Dolores brought a grin to Adrian's face as he slowly made his way over to her. It was clear that he was still quite frail, but he seemed determined to make the effort. Y/N explained that he'd had an 'accident' and translated his signs for him, and Dolores's expression immediately turned sombre. She took his hand in hers.

"Oh, dear, I am so sorry to hear that, you poor thing." Dolores gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Well, you just take all the time you need, dear. It's good to see you out and about, and I'm sure that young lady here is taking excellent care of you."

They chatted for a little while longer, with Adrian becoming more outgoing as the conversation went on. It was clear that the old lady was a source of comfort and familiarity for him, and Y/N was glad they'd run into her because once they got home, Adrian began to search for his grandmother's knitting needles. He needed an outlet to pour his feelings into and knitting was perfect for that.

Sure, maybe it wasn't cool. But it was something he used to share with his grandmother, and that was a very grounding thing.

If he couldn't tell Y/N that he loved her out loud, he could show her through what he made. Every week, Y/N was presented with hats or cardigans or gloves or socks or quilts that Adrian had made for her until the majority of her wardrobe, even underwear, was knitted. They were all lovingly crafted, and each one held a piece of him.

Even his friends had the honour of gifts.

"Bro, these socks are literally so soft," Chris cheered, surprising everyone by not being a dickhead. Peacemaker then proceeded to take his shoes and his current socks off in front of everyone, and replace them with the new knitted ones.

"Put your dogs away," Leota complained half heartedly.

For the first time in ages, an audible noise omitted from Adrian's lips. The soft sound of Adrian's laughter filled the air. It was a beautiful, raw thing that made everyone around him smile.

After that, it was far more frequent for Adrian to make a sound. Not always laughter, but a chuckle or a grunt or even the odd curse word. Y/N couldn't help but beam every time she heard it, as if each sound was a small victory.

Yet, Emilia was the reason for his first full sentence. And his second.

As a treat, Y/N had bought a Halloween nurse's outfit online to make him laugh as she did one of his weekly checkups. It was short. It was slutty. And, Adrian burst into giggles upon seeing her, his cheeks flushed red due to pure delight, and reached out to grasp onto her hips.

"I hear you've been making progress, Mr Chase. Is that correct?" She asked, leaning into the character.

You're so sexy, he signed.

"Thank you very much, Mr Chase. Shall we start this examination?”

She did everything she usually did - blood pressure checks, listening to his heat rate with a stethoscope, checking his weight, etc. - but in a cropped, skin tight top with a neckline so low cut her boobs were practically spilling over the fabric and kept up the masquerade of porn professionality. Every other sentence she said was an innuendo in some way and guaranteed that Adrian was thoroughly amused by her performance.

Just before the check up was over, Emilia let herself into the house and came across the scene.

"Jesus, Y/N!" Harcourt screeched, covering her eyes in horror. "Almost your whole ass is out!”

Blushing, Y/N tried to pull the short skirt she was wearing down but it was no use, so she grabbed the nearest knitted blanket and covered herself with that instead. On his side, Adrian hurried to sit on the couch and yanked a pillow in front of his crotch.

"Is this what you two do all day?”

While Y/N quietly mumbled out a rebuttal, Adrian announced, "I wish this was what we did all day," in a voice that was wobbly from lack of use but firm in his belief behind the words. Yet, he did look shocked that he'd been able to speak at all.

Y/N beamed at his words, whereas Emilia, on the other hand, seemed to be struggling to decide whether she should be more horrified or amused by the situation - it made sense that Adrian would want to vocally express his horny thoughts, but did Y/N have to encourage them and kiss him directly after right in front of her?

Watching your baby sister do that, frankly, was gross to Emilia. Harcourt had never been one for lovey dovey shit. However, it was nice to see them happy. After all they'd been through, didn't they deserve a happy ending?

"You two are disgusting."

Eat a dick

"He said 'eat a dick'," Y/N laughed.

It was official: Adrian Chase was finding his voice again, and even if it was only to be as vulgar as he used to be.

"Well, that's... progress, I guess?" Emilia relented with a small smile. "Remember, Chase, I'm still your boss."

'You might be the boss, but I'm still banging your sister.'

Y/N let out a cackle at Adrian's comment. "Champ, if I translate that, she might kill you.”

Say it.

Emilia's eyes widened in shock at the translation, her mouth opening and closing several times before she managed to sputter, "Oh, you're lucky Squish is here, or I'll kick your ass."

He groaned out a "Bring it on" as a mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

Thanks to the shock, Emilia had completely forgotten why she came to see the duo in the first place and left before Adrian actually made her like him. She had sympathy for the guy, but ever since he got back, he'd been growing on her, and she just wanted to nip that in the bud.

As Emilia left, Y/N turned to face Adrian, a coy smile playing on her lips as she let the decency blanket drop. "So, Mr Chase... where were we before she interrupted us?" she purred, sliding her hand up his bicep.

With a grin that could only be described as wolfish, his large hands clutched at the back of her thighs to manoeuvre her onto his lap. Adrian looked her up and down, taking in her flushed face and the boobs right in his face.

Lollipop

"Ah."

Before Emilia had interrupted them, Y/N was trying to examine his pupils with a light, but every time her hand came close to his face, he licked it. The deal was if he'd restrain himself until the test was over, he could have a Chumpa Chump, and he won that reward.

"I think you deserve it, champ." She stretched to reach her first aid kit on the nearby coffee table and produced a lollipop from one of the pockets. "For you.”

Vigilante was rarely seen from that point on. Y/N returned to her life as a kindergarten teacher but fully moved to Evergreen to settle down with Adrian, whose online store where he sold his knitted creations was booming. Their life was a lot quieter than before and, yeah, less exciting but they were content. And even though they'd been forever changed by The Monarch Hotel, they were fucked up together.

Whether as themselves or as the horny newlyweds 'The Bardots', the couple found joy in life and each other. They had a home. Not too long in the future, they had silver bands on their ring ringers. And they had a happy ending despite everything life had thrown at them.

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nifreti-ii · 2 years ago

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~*Masterlists*~

Carrd - ASKS - Meet the Artist

~-*Writing Masterlist*-~

+ = fluff, ? = Angst, * = Smut

~Prompts~

Current ones (may delete and add ideas) +?

~Obey me Shall We Date~

Obey Me! Brothers + Diavolo Nickname Headcannons

~Twisted wonderland~

`Azul`

What a Handful + - The prefect keeps harassing Azul +

~Your Boyfriend~

`Peter`

I’ll do anything for you, Darling~ *

~Fnaf Security Breach~

Sun and Moon x Ex-Bouncer Reader + (slight violence)

~Hazbin Hotel~

`Alastor`

Alastor x Deer Reader Who is a Badass + (mentions of violence)

~Identity V~

`Andrew Kreiss`

Andrew Kreiss x Tattoo-Pierced Reader +

-~*Art Masterlist*~-

~Twisted Wonderland~

Azul Headshot(2/22/21) - Self Insert(6/9/22) - Idia Headshot(7/1/22) - Angry Epel(7/17/22) - Self insert selling shit (8/14/23) - Blushing idia 0.0 (9/23/23) - malmal being cute (10/7/23)

~Yandere Related~

BC Damon Offering a rose(9/18/23) - BC Broken Colors Oc(9/19/23) - BC Bloody Damon(10/1/23) - MDHM Alan orion(5/12/23) - MDHM Alan out hunting(10/17/23) - YBF Peter From Your Boyfriend(9/14/21) - YBF Tk being scared(9/3/22) - SWWSDJ Sunny day Jack(1/12/23) - SWWSDJ Sunny day jack awestruck(1/21/23) - BSHvn Ray Smoking Binary star hero(9/9/23) - MOvn Mushroom baby mycheal(9/25/23) - FAVORvn Z biting finger(10/28/23) - STNAF Friend in a skirt(10/23/23) - CLRDGAZE Simon is baby(11/5/23) - YGAvn Angy Noel(11/10/23) - FAVORvn OC(11/12/23) - GLASSMINDvn Liu love u(11/17/23) - STARSETVEN Vic virgin killer(11/23/23) - MOvn Myc got rizzed(12/3/23) - CLRDGAZE seth cute(12/9/23) - SBNVN Eros~(12/14/23) - DualityVN tenten eating a cookie(12/23/23) - KATBVN Sol pretty(12/30/23) - BC Damon bd(1/6/24) - BC ocs Rosa and Tisi(1/8/24) - SBNVN butler Ares(1/15/23) - DualityVN Snapped keith :<(1/30/24) - SacrariumPario Vivere with a skull (2/13/24) - BSHvn Ray and mint (2/28/24) - ADSM Charlie has love (3/13/24) - BC Rosa and Damon (4/7/2024) BC Rosamund OC - DOL Kylar the freak (4/22/24) - CWPvn Eike OC (4/29/24) - STNAF Friend in lingerie (5/10/24) - HLvn Exe is silli (6/19/24) - SBNVN Pthonus and ares being cute (7/20/24) - DualityVN bloody wittle tenten (8/8/24)

~Welcome home~

Spooky wally(6/3/23) - Bouncy yellow bread(howdy)(9/7/23)

~Villainous~

Dr. Flug(6/19/20) - Demecia(9/21/20)

~Spider-Verse~

Spidersona Hemo-Spider(6/16/23) - Miguel 0.0(8/12/23)

~Hazbin Hotel~

Alastor(7/22/20) - Vaggie(10/7/20) - Alastor Headshot(2/22/21) - New vaggie(11/11/22) - Alastor redraw(8/29/22)

~Trigun (Stampede)~

babygirl vash(3/6/23) - Wolfwood smoke(3/18/23)

~Obey me shall we date~

Diavolo(1/17/23) - Beelzebub(9/22/22) - Asmo shook 5/5/23)

~Chainsaw Man~

Power(11/21/22) - Aki(11/20/22)

~Dead by Daylight~

The Spirit(8/9/20) - The Trickster(4/7/21)

~Genshin Impact~

Albedo(7/9/21) - Arataki Itto(9/7/22)

~Homestuck~

Scalemates(9/26/20) - Eridan(that bitch)(3/15/22)

~OCs~

Hikaru Gorman(10/22/19) - Tamao Hayashi(Old Design)(7/6/20) - Tamao Hayashi(Old Design) 2(9/11/20) - The Kims(Old Designs)(8/4/20) - Sakura Koizumi(9/7/20) - Victor and Esme(Old Design)(1/14/21) - Tamao as a sea monster(3/25/22) - Rubina(6/23/22) - Tamao Hayashi 2(8/9/22) - Nina Kim(8/14/22) - Bloody Tamao(10/1/22) - Rubina with bloth(10/31/22) - My yandere Mills and Tam(11/18/23)

~Random~

Hornet and The Knight from Hollow Knight(6/14/20) - William Legolant From Black Clover(6/29/20) - Surprise Pikachu Kurapika From Hunter x Hunter(7/12/20) - Snufkin from Moomin Valley(8/16/20) - Eijiro Kirishima From My Hero Academia(8/22/20) - Popee the Performer(2/16/21) - Andrew Kreiss From IDV(2/6/22) - Nobara Kugisaki From Jujutsu Kaisen(6/19/22) - Hunter Headshot From the Owl House(7/1/22) - Red Son From Monkie Kid(7/8/22) - Yor Forger From Spy x Family(7/29/22) -Deku(10/10/22) - Belos hunter(10/26/22)

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pinkandblueblurbs · 3 years ago

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Peter Parker Mini Alphabets

mini alphabets (3 letters from both fluff and smut alphabets)

this is for the lovely @barneswidow ‘s birthday!! I’ll be posting “mini alphabets” for her favorite characters over the next 3 days: Sam Wilson, Loki Laufeyson, and Peter Parker :)

ALL HEAD CANNONS REFER TO AN 18+ PETER

cw: kissing before the smut cut. After the smut cut: blowjobs, praise, teasing, male masturbation

fluff:

H-honesty: the only secret Peter has ever kept from you was about his identity, aside from that he was an open book. And, of course, after you inevitably found out he was Spider-Man, all his cards were on the table.

“Are you alright?” The hero asks as he reaches down, offering his hand to you, which you gladly take, allowing him to hoist you to your feet.

“I-I’m fine, thank you.” You glance back at the webbed up thief before furrowing your brows at Spider-Man. “Have we met? You sound familiar.”

“What?? No, of course not” his voice is lowered now, very clearly a facade, and you can’t help but scoff.

“That’s cute-“ suddenly your eyes widen as you come to a realization. When that man had grabbed your backpack, and you’d called for help, the words the masked crusader had shouted as he swung down to help you replay in your mind. In the moment you were too scared and shell-shocked to process them, but now it hits you. An all too familiar voice had shouted “Get away from my girl!”

“Peter?”

K-kiss: Peter is pretty new to dating, and to kissing, so he isn’t a master by any means. But he’s eager and enthusiastic and you can feel how much he cares about you in every kiss, which means each one of them is incredible all the same.

You quite literally gasp into Peter’s mouth as he connects his lips to yours, eyes widening before you have the mind to close them and sink into the kiss. It’s soft and gentle, the boy sweetly keeping his lips sealed.

You’re both smiling as you pull away, letting out twin laughs as you stare at one another. He looks just as surprised as you do, somehow, despite having been the one to initiate. You reach up to cup his face, still smiling.

“I’ve been waiting for you to do that” you complain teasingly, giving the boy a coy grin. The sweet flush adorning his cheeks deepens.

“Sorry. I ha-ad to work up the courage- I really like you.” Your heart skips a beat at his words.

“I really like you too, Peter.”

P-PDA: Peter can be a bit shy and awkward, so while he isn’t against PDA because he’s proud to be your boyfriend, public kisses and snuggling always makes him adorably flustered

You lean into Peter’s side in the booth of the café, still looking ahead at Ned as he talks. You feel Peter stiffen for just a moment when you make contact, but he’s soon relaxing and laying an arm around your shoulders, bringing a smile to your lips.

You turn your head, craning your neck to press a soft kiss to Peter’s cheek. His eyes widen and he looks at you, pretty pink settling on the apples of his cheeks as he does.

“I love you” you murmur, and his flush deepens despite your voice being soft enough that only he can really hear.

“I love you too.”

smut:

V-volume: again, Peter’s kinda shy. But you make him feel so good, he can’t help the little whimpers and moans that escape him whenever your mouth is on him or he’s fucking you

“Oh shit” Peter gasps out, voice soft and breathy as you sink your mouth down on his shaft. The sound is music to your ears, especially when coupled with the tangible tightening of his thigh muscles beneath your hands.

More whimpers spill from his lips as you begin bobbing up and down on his dick, the intimate sounds sending arousal straight to your core. It thrills you, to know that you’re the only one who gets to hear him like this. That to the whole world he’s a strong, powerful hero- which he is, of course. But after a couple of seconds with your mouth, he devolves into a trembling, whimpering mess.

J-Jack-off: let’s face it, Peter is a horny late-teen boy. And you can’t always be there to give him a hand, seeing as he needs one often. So yes, he jacks off quite a bit. But he always does it thinking of you

Whimpers spill from the other side of the closed door, whimpers you know all too well. You stop dead in your tracks, eyes widening as you realize what’s going on.

“F-fuck, Y/n” his voice has that tremble in it, telling you he’s close. Before you can think otherwise you’re grabbing the door handle and turning, pushing it open to reveal Peter Parker, on his bed with his pants open and his cock in hand. He gasps, letting go of his throbbing member and looking at you like a deer in headlights.

“Jesus Christ, Y/n-“

“Need a hand, pretty boy?”

G-Goofy: Peter’s a goofy guy- he lacks finesse at the best of times, leading to lots of fumbled moments and giggly sex. Not to say that he never nails intimacy or romance, or that the act never goes as planned, because it does. A large amount of the time, however, sex with Peter involves sloppy, laughter filled kisses and breathless quips, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You sink to your knees, eyes trained upwards as Peter starts on the button of his jeans.

“Gonna be a good girl for me, baby?” He says lowly, slipping into a more dominant role. You bite your lip, nodding up at him as you shift eagerly on your knees.

“Yes, Peter. Gonna suck your cock so good.” You murmur in response, giving him a sly grin. Peter returns the look.

“I know you will.” He’s pulling down his pants and boxers in one motion, his hard cock springing free and slapping against the defined muscles of his abdomen. The he grips the base and quickly pushes it down, meaning to angle it to your mouth- but his head slaps directly onto your eye.

“Ow- Pete!” You cry out, hand flying to cover the afflicted area as a laugh escapes your lungs.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” The words come out a rush as he crouches down, hands finding your shoulders. “Are you okay??”

“I’m fine, you dork.”

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sk3tch404 · 3 years ago

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UPDATED RULES 💜

BEFORE REQUESTING: Please do just know this blog is my hobby more than anything else! I love interaction of here, but I hate feeling overwhelmed. That's why with requests, I see them more as fun suggestions. Not to say I don't value everyone's time or ideas, I personally don't want to pressure myself with work at the cost of my own happiness! Thank you for understanding. :)

JUST A GENERAL RULE FOR ALL MEDIA: Please know that I am only into darker and more logical themes rather than fantastical ones. While i do enjoy your wild imaginations, I don't find myself interested with things such as, "Reader has so and so supernatural ability." Or, "Reader is from a desolate and faraway place." I personally dislike having reader be so mysteriously whimsical and having physical mysterious powers or attributes. Same goes for characters. No hate or shade to any of yall! This is just my preference. I've just have never been into themes that stray off of canon or realistic storylines! Rather, don't be scared to send in an ask that deals with darker subjects! It's my favorite!!

I do drawing and writing requests! Please specify if which of the two you'd like if you request :) Also, I only do character x reader! Commissions can be character x character.

RED indicates the fandoms I'm most willing to do atm!

DNI List: Inc3st enjoyers, Proshippers, racists, transphobes, homophobes, and people who age up minor characters for lewd purposes ESPECIALLY. Tbh just 😟😟 people

Y/n will always stay gender neutral until requested otherwise

THINGS I WILL ACCEPT:

Remember, as long as you keep these rules in mind, feel absolutely free to send in whatever kind of ask you'd like! It can be tame or very dark, your choice!!

Noncon Touch (No nsfw)

Yandere!!

Suggestive actions (Again, no explicit nsfw)

Heavy subjects (mental health, grief, and such)

Violence (My favorite ideas are the degenerate and depraved ones!)

Poly relationships (no more than 2 characters requested)

THINGS I WILL NOT ACCEPT

Extreme g0re or extreme domestic abu$e (violence against reader is fine. I just hate yans beating their darlings 💔)

Any form of incest

Adult x minor

Non human x Y/n (Exceptions can be made if the character has human traits and human behaviors, an example could be Luchino from Idenity V)

Smut/nsfw

Kinks like Scat, p!ss, daddy kink, ddlg, etc. (feel free to indulge in other depraved subjects, just nothing of that sort explicitly!! Also I hate fics that deal with like... Ped0 coded stuff, so yeah.)

Skins/costumes (sometimes they have back stories/origins and I like sticking to the original/staying as canon as possible)

Hybrid/furry reader or character (Sorry, I dont really know how to do those kinds of scenarios. I don't really enjoy treating characters as other than human most of the time)

Broken/emotionless Y/n ( I just feel like theres no thrill or emotion to be held in a situation like that. It's lil obvi on my part lol)

FANDOMS I'M INTERESTED IN:

Identity V

Demon Slayer

Jujutsu Kaisen

Hunter X Hunter

Tokyo Revengers

Genshin Impact

All Saints Street

Record of Ragnarok

Arcane

Metal Family

Psycho Cuties

Jojo's Bizzare Adventure

CHARACTERS I WILL DO

Demon slayer: Tanjiro, Inosuke, Zenitsu, Rengoku, Tengen, Mitsuri, Douma, Kokushibo, Genya, Sanemi, Obanai, Giyuu, Hantengu clones, and Akaza

Identity V: Naib, Eli, Aseop, Norton, Mike, Victor, Andrew, Edgar, Ganji, Joseph, Wu chang, Jack, and Antonio

Jujutsu Kaisen: Yuuji, Megumi, Gojo, Miwa, Geto, Hanami, and Nanami

Hunter X Hunter: Kurapika, Chrollo, Phinks, Nobunaga, Uvogin, Shalnark, Feitan, Pakunoda, Machi, and Illumi

Tokyo Revengers (All timelines): Takemichi, Chifuyu, Baji, Smiley, Angry, Mitsuya, Hakkai, Sanzu, Kazutora, Taiju, Shion, Hanma, Kakucho, Kokonoi, the Haitanis, Takeomi, Mikey, Izana, Draken and inui

Genshin Impact: Kayea, Diluc, Childe, Itto, Xingqiu, Zhongli, Tighnari, Cyno, Alhaitham, Pantalone, Capitano, and Dottore

All Saints Street: Ira, Nini/Neil, Damao, and that angel dude

Record of Ragnarok: Buddah, Shiva, Loki, Thor, and Hermes

Arcane: Silco, Jayce, and Viktor

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure (Parts 1-6) : Jotaro, Kakyion, Young Joseph, Josuke, Rohan, Terunosuke Miyamoto, Yoshikage Kira, Giorno, Bruno, Abbachio, Narancia, Fugo, Mista, Risotto, Melone, Ghiaccio, Proscuttio, Diavolo, Doppio, Weather Report, and Anasui

Metal Family: Glam/Sebastian, Ches. Dee, and Heavy

Psycho Cuties : Doctor Masacrik

I ask you to be respectful and understanding when discussing things with me or when sending in requests. If I seem to delete your ask by free will and decision, acknowledge that it was my right to do so as a content creator and as a person. You will be blocked or reported if you are continuously rude or are behaving in a inappropriate way (Sending in comments or ideas that contain a bit of thirsting is fine, just be appropriate and mindful!) All I want is for everyone to have a good time with my works. Thank you so much.

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corruptedroses · 3 years ago

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If ur requests are open, mind if i get some jack idv x reader content? Or if thats too much, maybe some hcs instead and maybe with reader being someone inexperienced? 👉👈

Jack (The Ripper) with an inexperienced reader

TWs: typical Jack behaviour, control dynamics, manipulative behaviour (mentioned), nicknames (both sweet and degrading), cock choking, corruption kink, face sitting

ok since I know you already come from the Mouse and the Cats I’m going to assume you already know that I write for him to be a total and unprecedented bastard, especially whilst in the manor. He’s a man that loved knowing he had complete and utter control of situations and it’s still present in the manor. Sure, he can’t kill people but he sure enjoys making them squirm.

He’s what you call a gentleman bastard; he’s a bastard, yes, but when he finds himself emotionally invested in someone or sees a potential for a mutual deal he acts like a gentleman. Manipulation is something he knows how to do; he was born with a silver tongue and those that get by in life need to be able to deceive the masses, right?

Expect for flirtation in and outside of the bedroom, however, since it’s Jack, you never know if it’s a thinly iced insult or a genuine compliment. Like in the Mouse and the Cats, his favourite nickname to call you is Mouse amongst other prey nicknames: kitten, starlet, etc. He also enjoys calling you degrading names such as Whore, especially when he has you choking on his cock.

When you tell him that you’re someone who’s inexperienced with the topic of sex his cock fucking jumped in his pants: his sweet little whore, sitting on his lap as you paged through one of the manor’s many books, was a virgin? He couldn’t help the many thoughts that jumped through his head — most of which involved you with tears streaming down his face and begging for him to never stop ♡

Oh, You thought he was going to be sweet in the bedroom? How naive, he only wanted to butter you up, make sure that you were spun around one of his many bladed fingers. He isn’t sweet but he isn’t reciprocative either: he does what benefits him into getting what he wants.

he will never admit this himself but this man of the fog has a thing for you sitting on his face: being a man that has been corrupted by the supernatural forces of the manor and becoming much more than a mere mortal, some things in his physical body have changed — one was his tongue. Long, monsterous, this man knows how to use it to curl into your heat, making sure that he can taste and feel all of you while clutching your legs with clawed hands.

If you want him to be tender for a moment, kiss his fingers and palms: you’ll never be able to figure out why but there’s a sudden shift in his eyes every time you do and his touches will become soft, he’ll rub a thumb under your cheek and actually call you by your name in the sweetest British accent you’ve ever heard. It never lasts long but it’s a nice break to think he cares about you.

He… actually does care about you. After losing his mother he fears mutual connection and the way you give yourself to him heart, body and soul stirs that long suppressed need for affection that he attempts to push down again and again

Man either fucks in missionary or doggy style, no in between unless you beg him

Extremely great at aftercare though, but you can never get him to look you in the eye during it.

#identity v smut #idv smut #idv jack #idv the ripper #idv jack x reader smut #identity v jack x reader smut #Idv the ripper x reader smut #Identity v the ripper x reader smut #x reader smut #smut #reader insert smut

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aesoaps · 3 years ago

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dear reader,

theme inspired by victor !

this blog is solely for ( reader ) identity v content. i will not write smut or anything explicit. avoid requesting topics that are too dark for i might turn them down.

yes, requests and match-ups are open. although i may only accept matchup requests if we have a trade.

i will write for any gender and i use any and all pronouns.

lgbtq+ and people of color are respected in this blog and most, if not all, of my works will not specify any gender or race. i'll take requests for all survivors and a few hunters (like joseph, wu chang, mary, michiko, and jack) for now since i'm still unfamiliar with other hunters.

comments on works are most appreciated! reblogs and hearts too. though reblogs help tons more. i love interacting with other people, but you're going to have to make the first move because.. well, i'm shy.

lastly, enjoy !

yours truly,

ren

#identity v #idv #identity v x reader #identity v x you #identity v fanfic

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mamamania · 4 years ago

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~○Master List○~

~●Stories●~

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🌷Fandoms ill write for and the characters~

-Creepypasta (that includes marble hornets!!)

Jeff the killer

Jane the killer

Ticci Toby

Clockwork

Hoodie

Masky

Eyeless Jack

Bloody Painter

Kate the chaser

Laughing Jack

Ben Drowned

(Feel free to suggest more!!)

-Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Natasha Romanoff

Loki

Sam Wilson

Peter Parker

Wanda Maximoff

Moonknight (Marc, Steven, Jake)

-Slashers

Micheal Myers

Brahms Heelshire

Norman Bates

The Huntress

Pyramid Head

The Wraith

Ghostface

The Yautja (predator)

Leatherface (bubba or Thomas)

-Dsmp

(more can be suggested, including duos. Be clear if its cc! or c! you want)

Dream

Sapnap

Schlatt

Quackity

Tubbo

Tommy

Wilbur

Ranboo

Niki

🍡><><><><><><><><><><><🍡

🍥What I will write~

-Yandere (I loveee this genre ^v^)

-Fluff

-NSFW headcanons (not full on smut)

-Head canons

-One shots

-Poly relationships

🍧><><><><><><><><><><><🍧

🍙What I WONT write for~

-Pedophilia

-Full on smut

-Rape

-Incest

-Piss kink, foot fetish, things along those lines...

⚠️I do not condone any of the actions I write for⚠️

I'm sure you get the idea lovlies 💞

🍓><><><><><><><><><><><🍓

♡Promts and how to's♡

So when submitting an ask, I'd like you to use these prompts with emojis!! It makes things way easier for me to write, and the submission is based off the emojis you picked. Although if there is something you want that isn't on my list just feel free to message me; if it's in my comfort zone I'll write it! Also make sure to be specific what your pronouns or gender identity is so I know how to write you properly!! If you want any specific requests for what you want written add that in too! :> 💞💞

♥️=Yandere

♦️=NSFW headcanons

♣️=Headcanons

♠️=One Shot

🧸=Fluff

☂️=Poly

---------Yandere prompts

🍧= "I'm sorry I tied you up, I wanted to keep you safe darling.."

🍙= "I'll force feed you if I have to."

🍭= "Your so pretty while you sleep, I want you all to myself..."

🍡= "Please just....don't hate me, you're all I've ever wanted.."

🍥= "I know everything about you, they don't!"

🍑= *forced cuddling*

🥞= "I took some pictures of you today..I'll just slip them in your locker.."

🧁= *platonic yandere*

🍷= *the darling sees their yanderes shrine of them*

🍦= "Can we study at my place?"

🍒= "Found you~"

🎀= "Your lips are so soft, and they're all mine..."

🚬= *kidnapping scenario of your choice*

🌧= "Can I borrow your notes?"

🌅= "Your hoodie is so soft♡"

---------Fluff prompts

🥝= *making dinner with them*

🥭= *comfort cuddles and a movie*

🍎= "Do you wanna just stay home today?"

🍈= "I love you..."

🍉= "Can I get a good morning kiss?"

🥐= *going on a picnic in a open field*

🥠= *goofing off and making a mess*

🍪= *pillow fight*

🎻= "Let's do our homework together."

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queenofthepirates83 · 3 months ago

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♡What I will write for♡

Character x reader

OC(your’s too if you want<3)x character

Fluff

Angst

Smut

NSFW

SFW

One-shots

Longer stories(ex. Chapters)

Three or foursome

Female and male(I’ll try my hardest☻) reader

Kinks(basically anything besides what’s specified in what I won’t write for)

Baby stuff

Specified traits in a request(ex. Chubby! Goth!)

♡What I won’t write for♡

Underage smut(with the exception of mentioned stuff(ex. You and Toby had history back when he was normal or something and you two did sleep together) 🤷‍♀️)

Underage character x adult reader

Character x character(I specialize in reader stuff lmao)

Other fluid things(other than spit, blood, cum, ect.), anal, animal stuff, age stuff, daddy/mommy, intense BDSM(I’ll still do it), necrophilia, and a few other nasty ones but other than that I do everything(including blood, knife, somnophilia so dw)

Trans stuff, idk how to write for things like that and I wouldn’t wanna get anything wrong(I support you<3!!)

I won’t write for anything besides straight, lesbian, gay, pan, and bi because I understand them more better than others and I just don’t wanna offend people!! Sorry!

CNC, or nonconsensual stuff, mentions of reader not consenting or saying no while hysterically crying, ect.

♡What fandoms I write for and who I write for♡

Creepypasta

Movie slashers

Marvel

Star Wars

Mha

Freakish

Obey Me!

My metal family

The Walten files

AOT

Identity V

Sally Face

The Outsiders

Detroit Become Human

Resident evil

Devil May Cry

Silent Hill

Avatar(as in Pandora)

The Last of Us

One Piece

Days gone

Twisted Wonderland(limited characters I’m so sorry 😭)

It’s not a lot but ya know 🤷‍♀️

Send requests!!

BTW ALL OF MY STORIES CAN BE READ AS G/N UNLESS ITS SPECIFIED OTHERWISE!!

Inbox is always open for requests!

Send requests of Eyeless Jack and Vergil 😔🙏 I’ve been reading for that recently

#vergil #creepypasta x reader #the breakfast club x reader #the breakfast club #slenderman x reader #brian thomas smut #evan myers x reader #jay merrick x reader #brian thomas x reader #fanfic readers #fanfic #fanfic writer #writers on tumblr #writers #writer stuff #requests!#send requests #what i write for

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heartofsnark · 3 years ago

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Can You Feel The Sun? (Chapter Seven): Flying Towards An Early Grave

Notes: Still posting my little backlog, I will warn in advanced, the next chapter is the heist (finally) AND IT IS A CHONKER, but for now have a little appetizer with some fun times, smut, and foreshadowing!~

Word Count: 10860

Chapter Warnings: heavy foreshadowing, food, blowjobs, groping, protected vaginal sex, car sex

If you haven’t yet, you can read the previous chapter here!~

V’s body is heavy as she gets to her apartment door, ready to curl up into bed and call it a day. She’s exhausted with adrenaline gone. She presses her thumb to the panel. The little intercom doorbell is also the lock, scanning and searching for SID validation. It takes a moment to scan, it seems to be lagging more lately.

Calling.

The intercom says it’s calling, why is it calling? She can hear the automated ringing and her lights inside are probably flashing. It only does this if the SID doesn’t match the apartment owner’s, assuming them a guest. V presses again.

Calling.

She presses harder.

Calling.

She tries her entire hand.

Calling.

She kicks her door, a heavy sound as her boot collides with it. That doesn’t help with the lock, but it makes her feel a little better. Just what she needs; bloody, sore, and locked out of her apartment for who fucking knows why? Her stomach growls as she pulls up the number for building maintenance.

“Megabuilding Maintenance, how can I help?”

“I’m locked out of my apartment,” V signs, her choker translator on.

“What do you mean?”

“The lock isn’t recognizing my SID.”

“Can I get your name and apartment number?”

V gives them the details and they say they’re sending a maintenance guy. All of the services floor is nearly shut down at the late hour, her stomach growling. No doubt the maintenance guy will take his sweet fucking time, so much for getting some decent sleep. She gets a burrito, a Nicola, and a little thing of ketchup from the machines. Sitting on the ground near her door, dumping ketchup on her burrito as she eats it.

By the time the guy arrives she’s finished eating, drinking, and is a little unsure what’s dried blood versus dried ketchup on her shirt. She hops to her feet when she sees the guy walking up, a massive case of resting bitch face. V doubts he wanted to be dragged out at three am to help unlock a door, but it’s not her fault the tech fucked up.

“You V?” he asks, voice gruff and annoyed.

“Yep.”

“Hard day?” His eyebrow raises, gaze focused on her blood stained flesh and chrome.

“Work.”

“Ah… I see,” he nods, “so, what's the issue with your door?”

Night City is one of the few places where one can just admit to being a mercenary for a living, even if it did earn her an odd look. V presses her hand to the lock button again and it once again initiates a call.

“Doesn’t recognize my SID.”

“Hmm, you are V, right?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Who the fuck else would I be? The building has a picture of me on file for fucks sake.”

“Hey, hey, nowadays with enough eddies anybody can look like anybody.”

“If I had an identity worth stealing, you really think I’d be living here?”

“Fair enough, let’s check something,” he pulls out a holo tablet, jacking it into the bottom of the intercom lock, “this will show what the lock is reading it as, try again.”

V keeps an eye on his tablet as she presses her hand back to the lock and the projected information starts to show. And for a moment she sees herself; her face, her name, her information, and all the shit Vik had to set up for her to have SID. Then in a blink of an eye it glitches out and the information shifts. She watches her nearly mugshot like photo shift into that of a man, with short dark hair and dark eyes. V [REDACTED] becomes Robert John Linder. Birthdate shifting from November 12th, 2056 to November 16, 1988. Birthplace shifting from Seven Devils, North Carolina to College Station, Texas.

Who the hell is this old man?

“Looks like it’s reading your SID chip as someone else's, strange, any chance you’ve been spiked by a ‘runner?”

“No, even if I was, not sure why they’d want to make my SID register to some senior citizen.”

“Weird, can’t think of how else this would happen? Seems like it starts to read your chip and then changes to this guy’s. Do you know him?”

“Don’t hang around old folks homes too much, actually. Just some random dude to me.”

“Hmmm.”

“I can promise you, I’m not a ninety year old cowboy man.”

“Somehow I noticed that, actually… looks like the guy is dead.”

“What?”

“Mmhmm, scroll down a bit and there’s the date his death certificate was issued,” the guy shows her, “you’ll probably need to have your SID looked at, see what’s wrong with it. For now, I can unlock it for you and have them add whoever this guy is to registered owners, so, you won’t be locked out until you fix it.”

“Fine, I guess.”

“But that does mean if this guy’s ghost decides to pop in for a visit, lock won’t stop him,” the man jokes, offering the first smile since he’s been here.

“Somehow I’ll handle it, thanks for the help, and if it’s not too much trouble can you forward me the details of that SID info?”

“Sure, no problem,” the maintenance man’s eyes glow and she can feel the very soft warmth and whirr of her neuroplant as it accepts the file.

She gives one final thanks as he unlocks her apartment and she’s finally able to step foot inside. Thankfully her door locks behind her and she makes a beeline for her shower, scrubbing blood and sweat from her skin; finding bruises, cuts, and flesh wounds she hadn’t noticed in the midst of fighting.

It takes her a little longer than expected to wind down for the night, the merc putting in her optic contacts and playing with the bot. Looking through its eyes, she has it twist and climb all throughout her apartment, making herself dizzy until she falls out of bed and bangs her head against the floor. Finally, putting the cute spider looking tech away when she feels the knot starting to form on her head. Then, setting her alarm and sleeping for the night.

V is still tired when her alarm vibrates beneath her pillow, waking her up as the sunlight streams in from her large window, warming her skin. She checks her phone, double checks the time and that Dex hasn’t sent the car for her yet. The young merc rushes through her morning routine; showering, brushing her teeth, dressing, and taking her medication with some Chromanticore in hopes of getting some energy back.

She’s out the door and has her mask on in a matter of minutes, phone buzzing with the message that Dex’s car is waiting for her. As she comes down the steps of her building she sees the same limousine and bodyguard waiting outside of it. But this time when he opens the door for her, there is no Dex, nobody. Chills creep their way up her spine, but she gets in nonetheless, sinking into the leather backseat as Dex’s guard starts to drive them away.

The guard is quiet, doesn’t explain where they’re going or why, V has a feeling he wouldn’t tell even if she asked. So, she doesn’t. Only the radio drones on, a mixture of news and occasional pop music from bands and singers she doesn’t know or care to know; an anouncer coming over the radio to speak somberly.

“Today marks the fifty-fourth anniversary of the attack on Arasaka Tower. Fifty-four years ago a group of terrorists stormed Arasaka Tower and detonated a bomb, which forever changed the history of our dear city. Devastating the lives of millions; thousands dying in the initial attack and more perishing in the aftermath as well. Today we ask for a moment of silence to remember those who lost their lives in this senseless act of violence so many years ago….:”

A beat of silence, barely a moment, then the high energy voice returns.

“Now, after this short music break, we return with the heartwarming story of Stumpy, the three legged puppy who’s gone viral after the use of veterinary cyberware has given the pup a new lease on life!~”

V rolls her eyes, sounds about right, barely a moment for something so somber. No real grief or empathy, time to move on to a cute puppy because that keeps people happy and listening. She watches the city around her change, spotting the Valentino graffiti starting to cover the buildings and that they’re entering Heywood. She sends a heads up text to Jackie, letting him know they’re not far from his house.

A short moment after, the driver is parking outside Jackie’s garage and she watches the older merc walking out. The guard opens the limousine back door and Jackie relaxes when he sees V, climbing into the seat next to her.

“Hey, V, you figure out what’s going on?”

“Was sort of hoping you had…”

“Asked T-Bug, said it’s a surprise.”

“Not sure I like Bug’s idea of surprises.”

“Hey, hombre,” Jackie calls out to the guard as he starts to drive them away, “mind telling us where we’re headed?”

They’re met with silence, because of they are. V nervously wrings her hands as she watches for signs of where they’re going based on the passing scenery.

“Has to be something to do with prepping for the job, just wish I knew what.”

“Speaking of which, you got the bot on you?”

“Yeah, brought it just in case and if Bug’s there she’ll want to take a look. Wonder if there’s any chance of keeping the Flathead after this?”

She knows Dex said it’s a single use toy, but...who knows, maybe she could somehow keep it afterwards.

“Why’s that?”

“Its cute.”

“You think a military grade combat bot is cute?”

“It's a little spider.”

“You find the weirdest shit cute, I swear.”

“It is cute!”

“It’s-” Jackie looks out the window, “shit are we in Corpo Plaza?”

“Maybe we’re just passing through?”

As if only to prove her wrong, the limousine parks outside a store on Senate Avenue, the bright sign says Jinguji. Even looking through the window, it looks entirely like a place that her and Jackie do not belong. Brightly lit, immaculately clean with fancy designer clothes on display.

“We’re here,” the guard tells them and the doors open with the press of a button.

V and Jackie share a look before getting out of the limousine, standing before the Jinguji store like deers stuck in headlights.

“Dex can’t be serious, Jinguji?” Jackie says, scratching at the shaved underneath of his hair.

“Looks…. Fancy.”

“Corp store, designer; a sock in there will cost you a few thousand eddies.”

“I know he says we need to play corpo, but… I don’t know, it feels weird.”

“I’m sure Dex knows what he’s doing. But, uh, you gotta take off the mask, chica.”

“What, why?”

“‘Cause its fucking Jinguji, they’re not gonna let you through the door looking like that.”

“You’re one to talk, you got a ketchup stain on your shirt.”

“Firstly, that’s blood. Secondly, you’re a wearing a jacket you stole off a dead guy last week.”

“Not like he needs it!”

“Jackie, V!” A voice yells out, drawing the merc’s attention into the doorway of the store, T-Bug in realspace, wearing a black netrunning suit, “would you gonks stop bickering and get in here?”

“Yes, ma’am,” the mercs speak and sign in unison, falling the netrunner into the corp store.

There’s a large lit up advertisement at the back of the store. Gold decor dripping down from the ceiling, plush white couches, and an ice bucket with champagne. To her surprise, there’s no other shoppers within the store. A man in a tailored designer suit sits at the desk, greeting the two mercs as they walk in.

“Welcome to Jinguji, an oasis of elegance!~”

V gives an awkward nod and wave. She’s not sure what else to do. She doesn’t belong here; she knows that much. A dirty black leather jacket under the bright lights and old raggedy boots on shiny polished floors. The merc wants nothing more than to run out of the store, some of the clothes she sees displayed are nice, if she’s being honest. A few bit tacky for her taste, but others are cute or sexy with dramatic flair, but nothing she would ever really have a reason to wear.

“Mind telling us why the fuck we’re here, Bug?” Jackie asks and the netrunner chuckles.

“To get into Konpeki, you two will have to look the part. Rather than blindly guessing what will fit, Dex is flitting the bill and getting you both some corpo threads,” T-Bug explains, taking a seat on on of the couches.

“Where is everyone?”

“Store is rented out for the next couple hours, discretion. V, did you bring the bot?”

“Got it in my bag.”

“Lemme see, got to make sure it’s in working shape.” V puts the bot down on the table, T-Bug opening the case and looking over the bot, running diagnostics that the merc can’t begin to understand,

“Right this way, you two, I’m sure we’ll find something perfect for both of you,” the man who greeted them, grabs their attention again, “but it would be easier, if I have a full idea of your features, miss.”

“Told you,” Jackie taunts and V elbows him in the side, slowly taking off her mask and she feels bare. And she knows people have seen her face before, but this is work and it just feels… wrong.

“Wonderful, so we’ll begin with the gentlemen, I think you’ll find we have a wonderful array of fine suits in our men’s department.”

The man, who’s fancy name tag says Zane, shows them a vast collection of suits. They range from slick classic black ones, deep navy blues, florals, brights, embroidered, and every color she can imagine. Its hard to imagine the big merc in any of them. She’s always seen him in muscle shirts or his favorite red and black jacket. His eyes seem to land on a red suit with gold detailing.

“Well-”

“Point is to blend in, not stand out, Jack,” T-Bug calls out, scolding him without having to even look at him or his choice in suit.

“Just black then.”

“Wise choice, sir, our tailors will get your measurements and get the perfect fit for you.”

Another employee guides Jackie to a fitting room and V feels the sudden urge to sink into the ground, Zane’s attention now solely on her. She scratches at her cheek and flips on her choker translator.

“Now, what about you? We have plenty of formal options in women’s fashion as well. A more androgynous business suit or perhaps a dress?”

She’s shown mannequins dressed in tight body con dresses with various necklines, materials, colors, and a few well fitted pants suits. Her eyes are drawn to the dresses, if she’s being honest. She has a rather small collection of skirts and dresses, for off days, but she never has a chance to wear anything more formal than a sundress or mini skirt over leggings. These dresses are dramatic, gorgeous; some with mesh inlays or cut outs.

But, like Bug said; they’re there to blend in, not stand out. This isn’t an outfit for fun but for work and if something goes wrong, the last thing she needs is this going to shit and having to battle in a tight constricting dress or too high of heels.

“I think a pants suit in black would be best; keep it simple.”

“Understood.”

V taken to a fitting room, given the chance to put on the ready to buy pantsuits in privacy. A stark white button up blouse, black blazer, and black slacks. And she knows immediately it will need to be tailored to suit her; the pants longer than her legs and the shirt loose around her chest. The tailor comes in after a moment and begins measuring, marking where things need to be taken in and raised. V left trying not to get embarrassed each time the measuring tape is wrapped around a part of her.

“Is there a way to make the blazer sleeves easier to roll up?” She signs once her arms are done being measured. The material is stiffer and harder to get tight around her elbows when trying; she wants her Mantis Blades easily used.

“Hmm, lets see, maybe it’d be best to use it more like an accessory rather than wearing it properly?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you could just wear it over your shoulders like a cape,” the woman drapes it that way across V’s shoulders.

“Not my thing.”

“Then you can carry it, like this,” the woman shows holding the jacket back over her shoulder with her fingers hooked in it’s collar. It looks alright, casual enough, though having a jacket and not wearing it still reads as strange to the merc.

“I’ll consider that.”

“It can also help keep you cool. Now, lets talk about makeup, hair, and shoes.”

V listens and nods as the woman gives recommendations; getting V a pair of low heeled black synthetic leather shoes. Then going into advice on hair; recommending french twist, a bun, or a low ponytail depending on how formal V wants to go. The woman recommends simple classic makeup styles and a few other tips for the merc to meet her full corpo potential. Finally, with measurements, adjustments, and everything marked; V is allowed to change back into her street clothes. She leaves the room, seeing Jackie already in his regular clothes again and sitting next to T-Bug.

“We have all the measurements down and will begin altering the clothes immediately.”

“Good,” T-Bug confirms with Zane, “remember we need them finished and delivered to The Afterlife by five.”

“I assure you, our tailors are already on it.”

“V,” T-Bug calls out when she sees the short merc, “got something for you.”

V sits down on the couch, watching as T-Bug sets out a pair of white hearing aids. They’re designed like her normal ones, just more boring.

“Hearing aids? I already have those.”

“These are special, optic camo. No corpo worth their salt has anything less than top of the line phonic implants, with press of a button or a thought, these will go invisible.. They’ll work just like your regular ones, but look like you’re wearing nothing. Try them out.”

She switches her blue hearing aids with the new ones, they fit well and she pushes the thought of turning the camo on. V catches her reflection in a mirror in the store, she can feel them, but see nothing.

“Perfect, no one will be any the wiser. This also means no signing or translator.”

“Oh, I see.”

“I know its not ideal, but it’s just the reality of it. Corpo types like this; lose your hearing, new implants. Vocal chords fried, get a new set in gold. Get paralyzed, new legs or entire nervous system. Go blind, new optics. They see you signing or using hearing aids, you’ll stand out like a sore thumb.”

“I get it.”

“No sweat, I’ll do the talking, V,” Jackie comforts her and then turns his attention to Bug, “So, what now?”

“We’ll go over the full plan this evening at The Afterlife, you two need to be there by five. We’ll talk with Dex and you’ll be in Konpeki by eight tonight, relic in hand before midnight strikes.”

“So we get to kick back and relax until five?”

“As long as you’re there by five and ready to go, I couldn’t care less what you do, Jack.”

“Said this place was rented out, right?” V asks, noticing a dramatic purple dress that reminds her of a certain tarot card reader’s favorite color.

“Yeah, why?”

“How much longer is this place reserved?”

“Another hour, maybe two and again, I ask why?”

“Ow, hell that for, chica?” Jackie looks up when V kicks him in the shin.

“Call Misty, dumbass. Buy her something nice, make a date out of it before we go on the job.” V tells him, remembering Misty’s concerns from the other night. It might ease her mind a bit to have a nice afternoon with Jackie, dress shopping and a fancy lunch in City Center. Just a chance to enjoy themselves.

“Dex is nice V, but sincerely doubt he wants to pay for Misty a new dress.”

“Oh no, if only one of us had scammed ten grand off of Militech, oh wait,” V says, pulling the Militech credchip from her bag and sees the twinkle in Jackie’s eyes.

“You serious, V?”

“Should get her a hell of a nice dress, maybe you a suit, and a nice fancy lunch; play corpo for an afternoon.”

“Shit, V,” he takes the credchip from her fingers, “what’d I do without you?”

“You two are going to make me puke,” T-Bug says, rolling her eyes while Jackie is already calling up Misty.

“Just wait until Misty gets here and the constant pet names start, you’ll really lose your lunch.”

“Ugh, more reason to get out of here, I’ll be taking the Flathead with me to keep in working shape.”

“Can I ask you something before you go?”

“Got more code you need me to check?”

“Not quite, had an issue with my SID chip last night, was wondering if there was a chance I was hacked?”

“You get spiked, jaina?” Jackie asks when he finishes chatting with Misty.

“Don’t know, couldn’t unlock my door last night, reader thought I was some old dude.”

“Hmm, SID hacks are tricky, we’re going to be using one for your covers in Konpeki. But they usually only alter your ID a bit and die after so many hours. Thing is, that wouldn’t really benefit anyone.”

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking, I don’t think anyone would get much out of pretending I’m some ninety year old dead fuck.”

“I can jack in, see if I find anything in your soft.”

“Sure, if you don’t mind.”

V shifts her back to T-Bug, sweeping her hair off the nape of her neck and showing her neuroports. The netrunner pushes some loose strands out of the way and slots her personal jack into V’s biomon. A few moments pass and V can feel her cheeks flushing a bit, a weird feeling to having T-Bug directly touch her and jack in to her tech. This is the first time they’ve met in person, may even be the first time Bug has seen her face.

“Everything looks clear to me, SID is registering as yours, no signs of a hack,” Bug explains, jacking out.

“Weird, maintenance guy showed last night it was showing as some dead guy.”

“Strange, must be some sort of glitch.”

“Or you’re being haunted.”

“Haha, very funny, Jackie.”

“Hello… “

A soft voice calls out and V lights up seeing Misty poking her head into the fancy luxury store, looking every bit as nervous as V had been. Jackie is up and rushing towards Misty in a heart beat, pulling her into a hug and twirling her around, kissing her head.

“You’re here, mi carina.”

“Babe,” Misty says, giggiling as she’s put back down on her feet, then steps up on her tip toes to kiss Jackie’s lips.

“Gonna puke,” T-Bug comments low under her breath and V tries not to laugh.

“V, Bug,” Misty smiles at the two, “glad I got here before you two left out.”

“What’s up?”

Jackie walks Misty over closer to them, large hand on her hip as she rummage through her purse. After a moment, she pulls out three beaded bracelets. A mixture of beads in black, gold, and blue mottled with gold. T-Bug is already raising her eyebrow and V’s not sure how well Misty’s spiritualism will go over with the runner.

“These are protection bracelets. Lapis lazuli, black tourmaline, and gold sheen obsidian. They’re all meant to help with creating a protective spiritual barrier, it should keep you all safe from negative energies and frequencies.”

“Ay, you still in knots over this, mi alma?”

“It would just make me feel better knowing you have a little more protection, babe.”

Misty slides the biggest of the bracelets onto Jackie’s wrist and he gives her a soft smile, kissing her temple before starts to give the others to V and Bug. The young merc slides it on with a smile and T-Bug takes it in hand, with a less enthusiasm.

“Thanks, Misty, I appreciate it,” V tells her and elbows T-Bug in the side, earning her a glare, but the netrunner plays nice.

“Thanks…”

“I know it’s not much, but a little protection is better than none and should keep energies bright.”

“Right….”

“Well,” V cuts in before Bug can say anything else, “we’ll be getting out of your hair, have fun you two!~”

“Thanks again, V, see you two at The Afterlife.”

Jackie waves them off, Bug packing up and V putting her usual hearing aids in their case, away in her pocket. The runner and young merc leave the store, Dex’s guard already left a while ago, so V will have to either call her car or use the public transit. Come to think of it, she’s not sure how she’s going to kill time until its game time.

“V,” Bug stops her outside Jinguji before they go their separate ways for now, “gotta ask, you really believe in that spiritual crap?”

“No, but she does and it makes her happy, so, why not?”

“I guess, if she really thinks a bracelet is going to save us from Arasaka.”

“Won’t kill you to accessorize a little, Bug.”

“Whatever you say.”

They say their goodbyes and V is left thinking again about what she wants to do to pass the time. She could do a few short gigs, but her mind is preoccupied with the heist. Ultimately, V finds herself taking the NCART to El Coyote Cojo. Mostly just because she’s bored and maybe something or someone there will occupy her time. The bar isn’t too active at the early hour and she doesn’t see Mama Welles around.

“V!” Pepe greets her when she walks through.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Same old, same old. Jaquito is still out, Senora Welles is out shopping, but Jake is taking out the trash in the back if you want to say hi.”

“I think I might go and do just that.”

Playing grab ass with one of her go to lays seems like a solid way to waste her time. V walks through the bar and out one of the backdoors that open to the alley with the dumpster. Sure enough, Jake is there tossing away a trash bag. He’s around 6’5 about as tall as Jackie, muscular, with a head of ginger hair shaved down on the shades and a thick beard.

She throws her arms around his waist, feeling the muscle underneath his shirt. He teases his fingers over her forearms, the chrome of his Gorilla Fingers cyberware sending a soft chill through her skin.

“Hey, V, new chrome?” He runs over the chrome patterns in her arms.

She hums against his back in response, not wanting to move. But, he twists in her arms. He cups her face in chromed fingers, for a moment, his browns furrow in confusion.

“No hearing aids?”

She pulls away, enough space for her to sign.

“Camouflage ones, it and the blades are necessary for the gig.”

“Oh yeah, Jackie’s been talking everyone to death about this heist you two got planned. He better be damn glad no one here’s got loose lips.” His hands drop from her face and loosely wrap around her waist, fingers starting to graze over her ass.

“Can’t blame him for being excited.”

“Hmmm and you?”

“Nervous.”

“Figured as much,” he squeezes her ass, “you looking for a distraction?”

“If I wasn’t I wouldn’t be letting you grope my ass in broad daylight, now would I?”

A low dry chuckle echoes in his chest and he dives in for a kiss. It’s quick and rough, his beard scratching over her skin before he pulls away. She can’t help but giggle as he pulls her back into the bar, hand still shamelessly on her ass.

“Pepe! I’m going on lunch break!”

“Yeah yeah, go on.”

“C’mon,” Jake guides her out of the bar, “lemme at least buy you lunch first.”

“You actually trying to be nice today?”

“Something like that.”

V settles into his passenger side seat as Jake climbs behind the wheel. They pull away from El Coyote Cojo, driving around Heywood and finding a drive in to go through, Burgers, fries, and pop bought; Jake finds a relatively empty place to park meanwhile V has already begun taking the pickles off her burgers.

“So, you wanna actually talk about it?” Jake asks, taking a bite of his burger.

“Not much to talk about,” she signs with salt covered fingers and a mouthful of fries, “biggest job of our career. Nerves are natural.”

Not to mention the shady client, the fact they’re robbing Arasaka, the fact they’re robbing Yorinobu specifically, the fact they have to play corpo, that V will have to force herself not to sign, and that every fiber of her being is screaming that something is going to go wrong. Then she has the weirdness of her SID chip fucking up on her mind as well.

“Yeah, but you overthink, so I know that little brain of yours is spinning in a billion directions.”

V shrugs, “No more than usual, so, what’s been going on with you?”

“Not much, been thinking of quitting the bar.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, get to work the day shift so I can pick the twins up from school and spend some time with them. But, day shift in a bar basically means staring at a wall and waiting for Senora Welles to cut me a paycheck.”

“You don’t like getting paid to sit around and look pretty?”

“Not gonna lie, it’d be hard to find a boss as forgiving as Senora Welles.”

“Not every boss would let you take an hour or longer lunch just to play grab ass with me?”

“Eh, pretty sure if she knew what I was doing with her precious adopted daughter, she’d already have me fired.”

“Oh please, she’s known you longer than me.”

“Yeah, but she likes you more, you’re basically her kid and I’m her employee,” he pauses watching V roll her eyes, “you know, she’s been worrying a lot about you and Jackie, lately. She knows things are getting riskier with the merc work and-”

V quiets him with a kiss, not wanting to hear another word of this. She comes to him for a distraction. The kiss is messy and he tastes like greasy fast food, but she’s sure she’s not any better, pushing her tongue into his mouth. She cups his jaw with one hand, scratching over his beard and as he deepens the kiss, she drops her other hand into his lap. He’s already half hard in his jeans, pressing into her touch as she gropes him through the denim. Jake curses against her lips, breaking their kiss.

“You talk too much, honey,” she chastises him, a soft smile on her lips as she undoes his belt buckle, he lifts his hips, allowing space to pull his pants and boxer down just enough to get his cock out.

She pulls her legs up into her seat, on her knees so she can fully lean over the center console into his lap. V pushes hair back behind her ear and takes his dick into her mouth; not bothering to tease, swallowing around him. The taste of him on her tongue causes a heat in her center to stir, getting slick between her thighs as she bobs her head up and down. He groans as she strokes and sucks him, teasing her tongue ring along the head of his cock. The bitterness of his precum and the salt of his skin making her dizzy with need.

His chrome fingers slide across the expanse of her back, reaching out to grab her ass. He gropes and fondles her through her pants, the rough feeling of her jeans and panties being pressed against her sensitive wet folds. Jake curses as V alternates between sucking, licking, and taking him as deep into her throat as she can.

He tugs on her hair, bleached strands wrapped around chrome, pulling her mouth off him. Drool covering his cock and her lips. She pouts at him for stopping her, cheeks flushed and breathing heavy. He gives her a swat on the ass, barely hard enough to sting.

“Want inside of you.”

That’s all the explanation he gives and she pulls away, thankful that the windows of his car have steamed from body heat, she begins to quickly strip off her clothes. Its clumsy as she tries to strip down in a car seat, throwing her jacket off into the back, kicking off her boots, before yanking her pants and panties down in one fluid movement. She curses herself for not wearing a skirt or something with easier access. A part of her mind recognizes how stupid she must look, still in her shirt, bra, and her socks staying on after tugging off her pants. But lust has killed her ability to think, just wanting him inside of her. Jake has rolled a condom on, but otherwise has simply watched the flustered merc strip down.

V’s easily able to jump into his lap, straddling him and having her back to the steering wheel. She steadies herself with one hand on his shoulder, the other lining his cock up with her entrance, sinking herself down onto his dick. She’s slick enough that she takes him all in one movement, both cursing out at the feeling. The stretch of his cock inside of her and the tightness of her cunt around him. Jake digs his nails into her hips and bounces her on his cock, fucking up into her. He takes complete control, setting a brutal pace that leaves V reeling with every thrust. All she can do is wrap her arms around his neck and moan against his sweaty skin, accepting each harsh movement of him inside of her.

The tension inside of her grows tighter with every thrust, every smack of skin against skin like a strike of a match trying to grow a larger flame. She can’t think, can’t focus, every thought consumed with pleasure and a desire to be pushed over the edge. Bruises form on her hips where he hold her, where he uses her for pleasure. The chair of his cheap car creaks with each bounce and a few thrusts slams her lower back into the steering wheel, but she doesn’t care, couldn’t if she tried. She whines and whimpers against his skin, feeling her end nearing.

And then the tension snaps, orgasm hitting her fast and hard, she digs her nails into his skin, squirming and writhing as she moans out her pleasure. Mind a haze as she’s overwhelmed with her pleasure. He thrusts a few more times and she nearly chokes at the continued stimulation, the feeling of him fucking into her already sensitive cunt. Then he curses, bringing her hips down fully to meet his own one last time before he cums, spilling his seed inside the condom.

V rolls off of him and back into the passenger seat, hating the empty feeling Her skin is sweaty and flushed, as much she hates it, she needs to get her clothes back on. Fumbling to get her pants and panties out of the passenger side floorboard. Pulling them on and shoving her feet in her boots. V waits as Jake ties off the condom and adjusts his jeans, opening the car door and tossing the condom away into a nearby dumpster.

The Night City air feels cool compared to the heat of the car after fucking, she watches him light up a cigarette outside of the car and grimaces. He climbs back into the driver's seat, keeping the window rolled down and she makes a gagging sound as the smoke hits her nose.

“You coming back to the bar with me?” He asks, blowing smoke out of the window.

“No,” she signs, thankful the choker translator can survive sweat, “I’ll catch the train back to Watson.”

“Let strangers see you sweaty and fuck-dazed?”

“Well, it’s a good look for me.”

“Can’t really deny that, now can I.”

She rolls her eyes and grabs her jacket getting out of the car, walking away on still slightly wobbly legs. V takes the train back to Watson, fiddling with her holophone the entire way. The merc gets off at the stop closest to her megabuilding and makes her way to her apartment; lock recognizing her on the first try.

V checks the time and decides to get ready to go to The Afterlife. Those nerves she had managed to fuck away for a moment creep up on her all over again. She shakes her head not wanting to focus on her anxieties, she strips down and grabs a shower, cleaning off the sweat from her liaison.

The merc pulls her hair back in a small low-set ponytail and does her makeup to the recommendations of the stylist. She gets dressed and uses the new camouflaged hearing aids, she takes her mask with her too. Though she knows she can’t wear it into Konpeki, she’ll still be walking into The Afterlife. That thought alone twists her guts into nervous knots.

The Afterlife is the go to bar for the top of their game, Major Leagues mercs and fixers. It’s where the biggest deals are made, the easiest place to catch a drink and a job, but only mercs or fixers of a certain standard are allowed through its doors. Jackie brags about the place like it’s heaven for mercenaries. If they’re going to become regular fixtures of the bar after this, then she’d prefer to maintain her usual level of anonymity for fixers moving forward. She’ll drop the mask when they’re finally in corpo threads.

V slides on Misty’s bracelet as well, fiddling with the beads meant to provide some form of protection. Her mind goes back to Misty’s tarot card reading, while she doesn’t put much weight on it, her friend’s fortune telling often sticks with her. The Wheel of Fortune is sticking out to her; she could care less if the cards thinks she’s stupid or if she’s about to fall in love, the latter of which so ridiculous she can’t help but dismiss it. But the idea of conflict sticks out, fear of the heist going wrong has been heavy on her mind. Something always goes slightly wrong, no job is perfect. But this has the highest stakes she’s ever encountered.

V has new cyberware, the best possible tech and upgrades from Vik. She has Jackie, her best choom and partner in crime who’s never let her down. There’s T-Bug, her friend and brilliant netrunner who could bring half of Night City down if she wished. Their fixer is Dex, one of the best in regards to his job, he has everything to gain by having their backs covered. They have military grade tech and an inside look into Konpeki. They are going in under the best possible circumstances.

She has to remind herself, review this again and again, that if something goes wrong someone there should be able to take care of it. But, those nerves don’t fade even as she leaves her apartment.

The Afterlife isn’t far from V’s apartment, practically a hop and skip downtown. Barely five minutes pass before she’s under the roofed alley, nearing the club. Vivid cyan and purple graffiti across the wall, trash along the way.

“Porque ya tengo planes para esta noche!"

The voice is familiar, Jackie’s and V pressed her back to the side of the vending machine, he’s telling someone he already has plans for tonight. He sounds frustrated, like he’s on the verge of pulling his hair out.

“Virgen Santsima, ma! Te vas a enterar mañana,” a beat of silence, “también te quiero, ma."

The conversation ways on her, he’s talking to Senora Welles. Remembering Jake talking about her feelings, that the matriarch has been worrying herself half to death. And it sounds like Jackie has been on the receiving end of that worry for a while. V pulls her mask on and rounds the corner past the vending machine, stepping in front of the main entrance of The Afterlife. Her friend standing in the doorway under the harsh green light.

“Heh, about time, chica,” he greets, tucking his phone into his pocket, she catches the blue of Misty’s bracelet mingled with his usual gold ones.

“What’s going on?”

“Ehhh, y'know. She's worried about me - whatever. Can't help herself, y'know - checkin’ to see if I'm not rottin' in some dumpster… like most of the Welles boys. Been worse lately.”

“Why’s that?”

“Started climbin' our way up. Got more an' more knives out there, waitin' to stab us in the back. Higher stakes, higher risk. She can see that.”

“Look like you’re about to keel over.” V reaches out, touching the red blotches on his skin, stress and sweat inflaming his skin.

“Years of merc work, and yet, still sweat like a roasted pig when I talk to my ma. It's really startin' to wear on me. More tell her everythin's OK, more I feel like I'm straight-up lyin’.”

“Well, hopefully you had a nice date with Misty at least.”

“Went about as well as talking to my ma right now,” he scratches at the back of his neck, “for two women who don’t get along, they sure agree when it comes to worrying about me.”

“They worry because they love you, worse things in life than people giving a damn about you.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t matter none. Not anymore, Afterlife, here we come, baby!”

Jackie changes the topic and she can’t really blame him for it, rubbing his hands together and practically cheering in excitement. This is everything they’ve talked about, everything they’ve said they want. So, why does she still have a lump in her throat?

“Afterlife… we’re really here.”

“Does not get any higher, choom. And you know somethin' else? We fuckin' earned it, chica!”

“No point in standing around then, is there?’

“Ready to get your cherry popped?” he laughs leading her into the club, “Yeeeah! Come on!”

“Little late for that one, Jack,” she teases as they make their way down the stairs, a pair of double doors opening up for them. A short step down into a small hallway with mercs and fixers alike talking under the green glow of a sign bearing the club’s name.

“Place used to be a morgue - you believe that?”

“Really?”

“I know, right? Way before our time, that. When proper burials were still a thing.”

They come to another set of doors, through the small window V can see the true club main room beyond them. But a man stands guarding them, around Jackie’s height and a similar bulky build. Cyberware indented along his jawline and nose. His face is stony, eyes sharp when Jackie and V stop before him, then he puts a large hand out in front of him.

“And who might you clowns be?”

“Jackie and V,” the taller of the mercs says with a grin, “Dexter Deshawn is waitin’ on us.”

The bouncer gives them a look and V is glad for her mask helping hide her emotions. His expression is dismissive, looking down on them, making her feel all at once that she has not earned her place in this club. A baby merc, new to the city, barely six months under her belt and she’s standing at the Afterlife. How the fuck did she get here?

“Yo, Dex. Got two live ones sayin' they're here to see ya,” his optics glow as he calls Dex, “Yeah? All right, then. Says he needs a second or two. Go get yourselves drinks or somethin'.”

The doors open to a green and cyan lit club. Music louder as the barrier breaks away, people fill the room. Some sipping on alcohol and other’s puffing away on cigarettes; the smell of nicotine and booze wafting from the bar.

“Way ahead o' you, viejo,” Jackie laughs and leads the way in.

V follows him around the corner; the large bar coming into full view. It’s lit green, the same neon sign reading Afterlife at the top of it. A bartender in a blue button up slings drinks to the patrons. Floor to ceiling columns, like tubes, are places around the club each filled with water with a dancer twirling around inside with strategically place chrome clothing covering the most private parts of them. Everything is basked in that green neon light, despite being surrounded by mercs like her, she feels so completely out of place.

Jackie marches proudly across the bar floor, stride confident and unwavering.

“This is it… The heart o' Night City! That's it right there - beating. Hear it?” he proclaims as they pass by rows of half closed off booths, “Can you imagine? Susan Forrest, Boa Boa, maybe even Morgan Blackhand… All sat on those stools, fell asleep on that same bar.”

Jackie sits in one of the barstools, beaming and brimming with excitement. His eyes wide as he takes it all in, the place he’s dreamed of for all his years. V climbs into the seat next to him, placing an elbow on the bar, leaning her head onto her hand, as she shifts to face him.

“Doubt that puts us in the same league as them,” V teases, Morgan Blackhand brought down Arasaka Tower. They’re stealing a biochip, hardly the same thing.

“Oh, but we are. They just don't know it yet,” Jackie tells her with a wink and she can’t help but roll her eyes.

“We-”

V drops her hand when she realizes Jackie’s attention has gone elsewhere, an older woman walking past the two. She’s nothing unusual, older looking than most of the crowd here, sure but nothing immediately stands out to V. An older woman with long gray hair shaved on one side and a bright yellow cropped sweater, She marches her way across the bar and into a blue lit booth, moving past a guard.

“'Ey. See that old lady there?”

“Yeah, didn’t know grannies were your type,” V taunts him again, he’s always given her shit for her taste in older people, yet he’s ogling some grandma?

“Fuck off,” he playfully smacks her, but nearly knocks her from her chair, “that’s fuckin’ Rogue, best fixer in all o' Night City.”

“Thought Dex was the best?”

“Pff… Rogue was linin' up jobs when Dex was still shittin' in diapers, heh. Place belongs to her.”

“What can I getcha?” The bartender cuts in, hands down on the bar in front of them. She’s a woman with long dark hair pulled back in a ponytail and a soft round face.

V doesn’t drink on the job, something she’s always stuck to. But, this is Jackie’s dream and she knows how he likes to celebrate. If nothing else, their banter has failed to undo her nerves, maybe booze will do the trick.

“You order,” she signs to Jackie and he grins.

“You drinkin’?”

“Special night, pick me something nice.”

“Two Tequila Old Fashioneds with a splash of cerveza and a chili garnish.”

“A duo of Johnny Silverhands, comin' up,” the bartender starts to put the drinks together, “somebody did their homework.”

“Guessing the dog ate mine,” V signs, confused because what the fuck is a silver hand?

“Age-old tradition. Drinks're named after our regulars,” she explains, putting the drinks down in front of the mercs.

“What’d I have to do to get a drink named after me?”

“Snuff it,” she grins, “ In mind-blowingly spectacular fashion, Mid-op'd be best.”

“Aah, what a beaut of a tradition!”

“Steep price for a drink, not going to lie,” V signs, letting her nerves speak for her, if only for a moment. Her guts are in knots, she can only hope the alcohol will untangle. All of the merc’s usual stress relieving tactics other than a weed brownie, have failed to do much of anything.

“Hey, everyone's gotta go sometime, right? Why not in style? Death’s nothing but the final flourish!”

“To hitting the major leagues,” she signs, holding her shot in the other hand.

“To becoming legends.”

She pushes her mask just up above her mouth, careful not to smudge her lipstick and they throw back their shots. Smooth but strong booze with a kick of spice from the garnish, a burn in her throat. Not her style, but she’s had worse. She pushes her mask back down, regarding the bartender, her nametag says Claire.

“So, who else can I drink here?” She still has no idea who Silverhand is, but maybe there’s a name she does recognize, reading the posted drink menu.

“All on the menu…”

“'Cept there's a spot missing. Morgan Blackhand, right?”

“Heh, true. Morgan's yet to make up his mind he's dead or still kickin',” Claire tells Jackie and V rolls her eyes.

“Think he’s still alive? It’s been years,” Jackie asks Claire.

“No way he’s still alive,.” The radio was just talking about the devastation of the tower going down, if that many folks were killed who were just near it, then there’s no way someone who was in the tower survived.

“Why not? Look at Rogue. Peeps from that era - a species unto themselves.”

“And one day we’re gonna be there too,” Jackie probably proclaims, “speaking of which, name’s Jackie Welles if you want to write down my recipe.”

“Sure.” There’s a playfulness in her tone, just going along with Jackie’s whims.

“Shot of vodka on the rocks, lime juice, ginger beer… oh, and most importantly - a splash of love.”

“Haha, I'll remember that.”

“Gag,” V signs just to see the glare Jackie levels her way, the playful smack of her arm.

“Okay, what’s your drink then?”

“Literally, the only thing I drink is like cherry cola with a splash of bourbon.”

“You know those are usually supposed to be reversed, the bourbon and coke.”

“Maybe so, but, and hear me out… cherry cola tastes better.”

“Heard you were Dex’s latest finds,” Claire tells them.

“Just biz, no big deal.”

“How'd you know?” V raises an eyebrow behind her mask.

“My job to know. Look around - how do you think meres earn their reps? Through gossip rivaling that of schoolgirls, that's how.”

“Mr. DeShawn see you now,” a booming voice rings out behind the mercs, turning around she sees Dex’s bodyguard. The first time she’s heard his voice.

“Love to hang, imbibe the vibe, but we got an important meeting,” Jackie tells Claire, getting up from his seat and V following suit, throwing some cash down on the bar.

“Break a leg.”

“This way,” the bodyguard tells them and the mercs falls in line behind him. He leads them around the bar, past the crowd and through a door towards the back of the club. The lighting shifting, more blue than green as they walk past another vending machine.

“Damn, holmes, you're huge... Work out?” Jackie asks, unable to stand the silence.

“Hmm.” A vague grunt as they pass through another door, the music fading as they get further from the main bar. But V can just hear the starting beat of some old dad rock, something about losing another day to pointless drudgery.

“Same here, y'know, in the ring. You do some kinda exotic shit? Kempo? Ninjitsu?”

Nothing as they turn another corner.

“Think you could take me, drop me?”

“Jackie…” Why must he sound like he’s picking a fight with the guy?

“In here,” the guard says, stopping and standing in front of another door.

"Este pinche tipo..."

The door opens and they’re greeted to the first room with warm lighting, though it just seems to be a storage corner. With a cabinet and vending machine. But to the left are barely see through walls of a booth that takes up half the room, through them V can just see T-Bug’s outline and leather couches.

They walk around, the front of the booth opened. A wrap around black leather couch goes around the back wall and left side of the booth. Dex sat on the back portion, talking into a holo about Excelsior and cold hard eddies. T-Bug sat to side, a table in the center of the room with the Flathead, Jinguji boxes, and shards placed on neat little index cards. There’s a small disconnect leather seat in the right corner, next to the door.

“Gotta bounce,” Dex hangs up, “well, if it ain’t Miss V.”

“Whole family in one place! Hah! Finally!”

“That’s one way to put it,” T-Bug teases and a shine of blue catches V’s eye, the netrunner wearing Misty’s bracelet. She can’t help but smile.

“A’ight, then… Set your butts down comfy,” Dex tells them. Jackie plops himself onto the larger couch next to T-Bug, comfortably spreading his arms over the back of it while V takes the smaller seat, putting her at an angle to see everyone. She stifles a laugh, seeing Jackie’s leg excitedly bounce up and down.

“Sweet booth, is it soundproof?”

“Jackie…” T-Bug scolds and V stifles a laugh.

“Now, now, Mr. Welles is right. We gon' be goin' over some sensitive material. But if it's all right with y'all, I'd like to start with a question for Miss V… Evelyn Parker - how'd you fare?”

All eyes on her, stomach still twisted in a vise, this is her chance. She’s got to tell him, but she doesn’t want Evelyn hurt. Some fixers will go to any length to get revenge on a client or merc who does them dirty. But, he’s got a right to know the shit she pulled.

“Intel was good, brain dance was exactly what we needed….”

“So, she just wanna see wha'ss good, or was there somethin' else?”

“Honestly?”

“Wouldn’t ask for anything else, Miss V.”

“She’s high risk as far as clients go. Shady as fuck, naïve as all hell, and genuinely thought she could make me another offer.”

“Another offer?” Dex’s brow raises about his sunglasses.

“Wanted me to cut you out for more cash, told her no, of course. But, wouldn’t do business with her again, if I were you.”

“Cut me out… shiiiit, now that’s rich,” Dex laughs, Jackie nervously laughing along, “Clients... never learn, do they?”

“You’re not pissed?”

“Lived in NC too long to blow my top every time some amateur thinks they can take me for a ride. Parker ain't the first and sure as hell won't be the last.”

“Fair enough,” V lets out a sigh, thankful if nothing else that Dex doesn’t seem prone to getting too mad at Evelyn. Maybe she’s being too kind, but she can’t help but think Evelyn is more naive than malicious when it comes to the offer. A stranger to the merc world.

“I do appreciate you sharin' this info, though, Miss V. You see, trust… …is essential in any partnership that's to be long-lasting and fruitful.”

“Figured you had a right to know, so, what’s the plan?”

“This.”

Dex gestures towards the shards on the table, V takes the one in front of her and slides it into her shard slot. UI and graphics lighting up her mask, a map pulling up on the tech.

“Me and Dex've already covered the fine detes. Ops wise, should be a stroll on the beach.”

“Elaborate, I wanna hear it.”

“A Delamain'll drop your asses at the front door of Konpeki Plaza,” a picture of the hotel shows, then two names, “You'll stroll right in thanks to your false identities. Then, with Bug's help, you'll breach the hotel's subnet…”

“Mine and the Flathead's help.” Images of the hotel’s interior and the bot flash by.

“Last but not least, you slip into Yorinobu's penthouse and klep the Relic,” his words bring up images of the heir and his suite.

“Goes without sayin' we do this on the hush - ideally no bodies, not a one.” The shard shows them The Relic and then blips out.

“You'll have T-Bug on comms for the duration. Time for your burnin' questions.”

“What’s our cover?” V asks, they’ve been told a thousand times they’ll be acting like corpos, but that’d be hard to do if they have no idea what their story is suppose to be.

“Hello, Ramón Victorino,” T-Bug looks at Jackie and then to V, “and you’re Hannah Conwell.”

“Ramón - yeah, OK. What do we say we're there for?”

“Biz as usual. Corpo arms deal. Case anyone asks, you there for a bogus meetin' with Arasaka's defense rep - Hajime Taki. Anything else?”

“How do we get in the penthouse?”

“Yorinobu's got barely any muscle. Hardest part'll be penthouse security. If we wanna disable, we'll need to neutralize Konpeki's dweller - elite ‘runner monitoring the hotel's subnet twenty-four seven. Only catch is there's no way to get in the dweller's den from the outside.”

“Hold on, how you want us to get inside a room you can't get into?”

“Trust me when I say whatever hitch you think up. T-Bug's solved it already”

“This is where the Flathead comes in. You'll have to get him in the ventilation shafts, guide him to the dweller and force the dweller to… take a break. Flathead'll stay there, jacked into the dweller, but thanks to that I’ll be able to roll out your red carpet into the penthouse.”

“Anything else?”

“Transports a Delamain?” She has no idea if the company has an ASL sign like most other corporations and doesn’t have time to think of one on the fly.

“Preemest cab company in all Night City… Nada mal,” hackie tells her.

“DeShawn don't ever work with anyone but the best. I consider Delamain just that.”

“Yeah, who needs creepy, nosy cab drivers when you've got a clean AI to get you from point A to point B in style?”

“And how he bags a permit to operate every year's still a mystery.”

“If everythin' goes as planned, Delamain'll drop you back here. If things get sticky, he'll head for the safe house.”

“Which is?”

“The No-Tell Motel. Quiet, no questions asked. Make our next move from there. But I'm flat certain that won't be necessary. Though, there is one more consideration for if it does.”

“What’s that?”

“Hate to put you on the spot, Miss V,” Dex explains, “but if shit goes sour, I’m gonna need to know who I’m letting into the hotel. Mask can’t go with to Konpeki, so I’d sure feel a hell of a lot better if I knew what was hiding behind that thing.”

“Oh… yeah, that makes sense.”

Even if she’d have Jackie with her when shit goes down, Dex is trusting her with this heist. The least she can do is trust him to see her face and not write her off or sell her out to The Herd if the chance arised. Not that she can see that happening anyway…

“Don’t even know why you wore the thing in, V,” Jackie teases.

“Well, there are other fixers here, didn’t want to give away my face…”

V carefully pulls off her mask, feeling exposed all over again, a new set of eyes on her face. The merc knows how she looks; five feet with a head of bleach blonde hair and big gray eyes. Not the picture one conjures in their mind when they think of a capable, strong, badass merc. Sprinkle in her disability and the reactions to her deafness; most people think she’s not a threat, weak.

“That what you’ve been hiding behind that mask? All that fuss, for what?” Dex laughs.

“Hard to take,” she stumbles over her English trying to sign at the same time, “be taken- seriously sometimes when you’re five foot nothing, deaf, and look like…”

“Gutterpunk Barbie,” Jackie cuts in to tease, earning him a sharp kick to the shin.

“Fuck off.”

“Trust me, Miss V, you pull off this job; ain’t nobody in their right mind gonna underestimate you”

“That’s the hope...”

“Any other questions?”

“I got a question. When do we get to the real reason we're all here?” Jackie asks, shooting a wink V’s way.

“Now's a good a time as any. Fresh talent gets thirty percent always, but I'm willin' to make an exception in your case. I'ma cut you a nice, juicy forty as a bonus for your honesty, V.”

“Much appreciated.”

“Ka-ching baby!~”

“Last thing, Konpeki's got a strict no-iron policy. Security gates, the works. So you dawgs'll leave your lead-spitters in the ride, take the Flathead inside in its case.”

“Got your suits from Jinguji on the table.”

“¡Chido!”

“Thanks, Bug.”

“So, not to count chickens, but when'll we see our eddies?”

“All depends how Ms. Parker unrolls herself or her role, but a week, two tops is my guess.”

“And what do we do in the mean time?”

“You sit tight, heads down, 'cause ol' uncle Arasaka be watching. Now, as that ol’ Greek dawg says, life's a banquet - so don't go thirsty, but don't get drunk, either,” he tells them as he leaves the booth, “Your chariot awaits outside.”

“My cue to delta, too. Gotta prep to jack in, be there when you come on comms. Any other issues, now's your chance,” T-Bug tells them, shifting her feet and something catches V’s eye. Delta V emblazoned on the netrunner’s boots, was that there before?

“Plan - your take?” V shakes the thought from her head, must be a brand or a runner thing V doesn’t know.

“Enough, I hope, to put me in a luxury Creton Villa from which I'll never set foot in cyberspace again.”

“Send me a postcard?”

“No offense, but I'm gonna burn any and all bridges - need a clean break.”

“Gonna take Misty’s bracelet with you?” Jackie teases, grinning because he caught it too.

“Shut up,” she tells him, rolling her eyes.

“Uh, just realized something, what’s gonna happen to our clothes? I don’t want to lose my mask…”

“No worries, put them in the boxes, we’ll have ‘em sent back to your places.”

“Alright then, lets get this show on the road.”

“Let's get to work, go ahead and get changed, Delamain is parked out front, uh, okay-”Bug starts to trip over her words when the two mercs start taking off their jackets, “you can use the bathrooms.”

“Eh,”

Jackie and V shrug their shoulders, the outfits are right there. Not much point in dragging them out to the bathroom. The pair shared a bedroom for the better half of six months, a room with one bed. They’ve seen each other naked plenty, boundaries destroyed a long while back.

“Why do I bother,” T-Bug rolls her eyes and leaves the booth, letting the pair change.

V kicks off her boots and takes off her socks, Jackie tugging off his jewelry first.

“So, you’re nerves still going crazy?” Jackie asks her as she tugs off her shirt, his own tossed off.

“What do you mean?” She tugs off her pants, both mercs soon standing around in their underwear.

“Can’t hide that shit from me, chica, been giving me twice as much hell as usual. You’re freaking out.”

“High stakes, Jack, of course I’m a nervous mess. Means I give a shit.”

She pulls the slack on and tugs on the white blouse, buttoning it up. The two of them putting on the corpo clothes, similar in look. Black slacks, white button up tops, black suit jackets, and Misty’s beaded bracelets for protection. Each perfectly tailored for their body types.

“Don’t sweat it so much, V, we got this.” He sticks his fist out.

“Sure fuckin’ hope so.” She bumps her fist to his.

Their street clothes are packed away in the boxes, V puts in her optic contacts and slide on her heels, then they start to make their way out of the booth. But, Jackie stops her with a hand on her shoulder and he taps his throat. She catches on taking off her choker translator, neck feeling bare and odd without the tech. With that they leave out through the club, Jackie carrying the Flathead case and the smaller merc keeps her head down as best she can. Her stomach still in knots as they spot the Delamain in the parking lot.

Her life is about to change forever; hopefully for the best. She’s on the cusp of having everything she’s wanted since she’s come to the city. The verge of earning the respect of everyone in this city and finally feeling like she’s someone, like she’s done something.

So, why does she feel like she’s about to puke?

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #johnny silverhand #silverv #jackie welles #t-bug #dexter deshawn #female v #aidan v becker #aidan becker #original female v

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TOUCH STARVED [1]

Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Overall Warnings: Heavy SMUT, language, violence.

IN WORDS ALONE the pain was intolerable. The sensation running along the inner side of your skull was slowly driving you into insanity and it was accumulated from a single smell alone. The one smell that had been driving you insane for weeks.

The smell of which came from your neighbour, Peter Benjamin Parker. The eighteen-year-old boy with bright brown eyes, thick curly locks and impeccable skin. The eighteen-year-old boy who was as innocent as the desert flower. The eighteen-year-old boy who constantly gave off the smell of heat.

And not just any kind of heat, he radiated sexual frustration, and it was driving you up the wall. You hadn't lived next to the Male for long, and at first, it wasn't something you noticed. But as the time dragged on and you started to become more aware of the teen living on the other side your wall, the scent somewhat got stronger.

And as it occurred, this is where most days you would find yourself; curled up in a ball under your heavy quilt trying to ignore the fact that right beside you there was a perfectly reachable teenage boy jacking himself off to videos that swam among the internet. Everything about your senses became heightened as the sound of his jean zipper sliding open rang the bells in your head, noting to yourself to either evacuate the apartment for the next hour or try to deal with it.

Now, any normal person would go completely clueless to such, but not you. It was either a gift or a curse, you were still trying to decipher, that you could hear every slick movement of his hand sliding up and down his shaft, his jagged breathing and high pitched whimpers, followed by the occasional grunt or moan. You could smell the scent of sweat mixed with pure arousal pouring out of him and when he was finished you could practically taste his seed. It was unbearable.

You weren't sure where the unintentional 'skill' had adapted from, but ever since hitting puberty, it's like your senses had become more heightened. Your sex drive was already high, but hearing Peter every day was only pushing the meter further into the red zone.

Aside from the senses, there was also another reason as to why at times you had found yourself intentionally listening in. You weren't some creep, as weird as it did sound, but hearing him bring himself pleasure was almost grounding.

Early into your teenage years, you were diagnosed with Panic Disorder. After your parents and younger brother were killed in a cargo ship accident while you were away on a school trip your life had been flipped completely on its side. Of course, you'd been to therapy, and they'd prescripted you with drugs and other counselling sessions, but you had already figured out what would keep you in the real world long enough for the uncomfortable surge to pass over. The only problem was, the thing that did keep you grounded wasn't priced leisurely.

You'd struggled with relationships because it was every three days or 72 hours in which you needed dosage of something to take your mind away from going completely insane. Every partner you'd been with didn't exactly like the idea of having to fuck for hours on end just to satisfy your jumbled thoughts. Although you could say with pride that you had tried as hard as possible to maintain a normal relationship life, not much had prevailed.

So now this was where you rather pathetically found yourself, listening to a boy, in which you had only spoken to a handful of times, milk himself until he finally collapsed into an abyss of sleep. All so you didn't lose your mind completely.

The one thing you found rather comical was the shift in Peter. You had been observing him, which was already out of the ordinary, but you had noticed the way he was in and out of the bedroom. Outside, he was so shy, sweet, reasonably quite other than around his close friend Ned Leeds. He wasn't great with girls, of what you knew, and was definitely a virgin. The way he touched himself so vividly, almost scared to push the boundaries, it was so obvious. But you could see, hear and smell the way he was frustrated. He was ready, almost desperate to lose it, drop his V card and forget about it, but it was finding the right person that was the problem. You could feel the hot tension rise every time something remotely sexual would be broadcast through the TV or just the way he looked at other women. And then in the bedroom, it was a whole new novel. It was his time to what he wanted, no more embarrassment because he presumed no one in the world knew what he was doing.

But boy wasn't he wrong.

The idea had sparked in your head months back, but thinking about it made your head spin. You and Peter hadn't spoken much, but there had been a moment where you had wondered if he was naturally attracted to you. Peter gave off the vibe, only visible to eyes as keen as your own, that he would probably fuck anything that moved if he had the chance. You were a woman willing to give up your time and need to him, but it was letting him know that. How where you to show him that you wanted him... Needed him badly. You didn't want to scare him off by coming on too harsh because there was one other thing about Peter that maybe even he didn't know. Peter was clueless when it came to sex.

Watching porn doesn't make you some kind of expert, you had to live it out in order to learn. He was just unaware of that so far.

On the other hand, Peter was just living his life as normal as any other teenage boy. He went out during the day, hung around with friends, on a Friday he would go to the old Pizza Palace just across the road from his apartment complex, before coming home to catch up on whatever TV show was trending, head to bed, masturbate if he was in the mood and then fall asleep before waking up and repeating. Oh, and let's not forget about the whole secret identity situation.

At night there would be times where he wouldn't be home until late, but that usually wouldn't come in the way of his nightly schedule. There hadn't been much crime around New York since the Avengers took refuge.

However, over the last three months, there had been a minor change to Peter's routine. Every night, specifically on a Wednesday, he would see you hanging around the building, and of course being a teenager, would try and make a good impression without even speaking. Because that was always an excellent plan. At first, he hadn't really acknowledged your existence, but after three weeks of you moving in he saw you almost everywhere. He felt like a moth drawn to a beacon of light when he was remotely close to you. He'd never known when to use the phrase drop-dead gorgeous until he caught your eye for the first time on a Friday evening. You were stunning. And he lived right next door to you.

Unlike Peter, you didn't really have a routine. You could arrive home at any point, and he would always try to be there at the front door to catch your eye. He had tried to start a conversation without even speaking, but of course, you didn't catch the message, because usually, one would have to pipe up in order to get talking. You looked like a fun person, and he wanted to get to know you. From what he knew you were the same age, attending different colleges across town.

He'd been thinking about making the first move for weeks, thinking that maybe he had a chance at getting to know you. But every opportunity boat so far had sunk right at his feet. However, tonight was the night.

It was rare that Peter wouldn't finish a whole Pizza on a Friday night, as he lived alone and had no one else to share it with. But, maybe this evening things could change. He'd been home around an hour, the leftover pizza beginning to turn cold as he sat and contemplated his plan further. But time was running out, it wouldn't be long before you were in bed and he'd have to wait another week to make a move again.

So, here goes nothing.

Picking up the pizza he slipped on some shoes, specifically his favourite grey Nike shoes his aunt had bought him for Christmas two years ago. He was out the door in a flash, but it felt like years before he was at yours. The door frame between your apartment and Peter's where inches apart, he didn't have to walk far before he was right in front of number 23. Your apartment.

The teen swallowed, thumb rubbing over the cardboard case of the pizza box in his hand as he raised the other to knock on the door. He was here now no point in hesitating.

*KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK*

Your head snapped to the door upon hearing the three knocks against the frame. Strange. You never got any visitors.

Standing up wearily you turned the volume down on the TV, moving the blanket onto the back of the couch and strolling over to the door. Unfortunately, your apartment door didn't have a peephole, so you had to bravely unlock and twist the handle praying there wasn't a serial killer right in front of you.

To your surprise, it was quite the opposite.

"Peter?" you smiled awkwardly, opening the door a little wider. Peter was standing right outside your door and you were trying to calm the blush in your cheeks. "What, uh, what are you doing here?"

Peter opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. How was he messing up now? He'd come this far. Then he saw your eyes glance down to the box in his hand and he wanted to scream. You looked back up, waiting for a response, the tension in the air getting thicker.

"I, uh, I have this Pizza," he shifted the box lightly in his hand, "and I didn't really want it to go to waste, because you know it's really good Pizza, and, uh, wasting it would be like... Not good... So, I was wondering if you maybe, you don't have to, wanted... Some..." Peter stumbled out his words nervously, feeling like a total idiot as he watched your brow raise in confusion.

You'd just ate and you really weren't hungry... But fuck it this was your chance, and he was offering you free food.

"Sure, I'd love some, if you say it's really good" you smiled, nodding as you stood to the side, "do you uh, wanna come in?"

"Yes" Peter nodded eagerly, before realising the bluntness in his words and backtracking, "I mean uh, if that's okay with you"

"Yes, that's fine" you giggled under your breath, watching as he slowly took a step forward and your head dipped to the ground as he walked past. You'd caught the odd scent of Peter when you passed his apartment in a morning, but smelling him up close, the scent all so much stronger was almost enough to knock you off your feet. He smelled so sweet, yet it was a strong and bold scent that made your senses tingle and goosebumps rise on the shell of your arms.

You shut the door once he was halfway down the hallway, looking around nervously to the living room and then back at you.

"There's some room of the coffee table, do you uh, want anything to drink?" you smiled nervously, rubbing your sweaty palms down the side of your legs.

"Uh, water please." You nodded, before speeding off into the kitchen. It all felt so weird now. When he was behind the wall it was fine, you had no correlation of his knowing or understanding the way you were attracted to him. But now it was face to face out in the open and if you slipped up there was the danger of him realising.

Peter slipped off his shoes at the wall as he waited for you, perching himself on the edge of the couch and placing the half-empty Pizza box on the coffee table. He looked up to see you were also watching some re-runs of Rick and Morty, bringing a small smile to his face. At least you had something to talk about.

"One water"

Peter's head turned sharply to see you carefully wondering back into the living room carrying two full glasses of water in your hands. He smiled, taking it off you gently as you got closer, lighting brushing fingers. He realised then that your hands were cold but soft. He couldn't help but quickly glance at the way your fingers curled around the glass, the way they dipped and stretched, small drops of water falling over the skin.

"Thanks" he tilts the glass gently before bringing it to his lips to take a sip. You probably filled the glass a little too much, causing some of the water to drop down his chin, but god that was a powerful and unintentional turn on. You didn't mean to, but you couldn't pull your stare from the droplet running down past his sharp jawline and diverting down his throat. It moved and split as his throat bobbed with every gulp, before eventually running out of momentum and stopping at his shirt line.

"So, uh," Peter begins, snapping your attention back to his face and away from his neck as he places the glass down beside the Pizza box, "you're new to the building, right?"

"Well, kind of" you shrug, "I've been here just over three months" you smiled awkwardly. Of course, Peter already knew that, but he needed to start the conversation with something.

"You could have picked any apartment complex in New York and you came here?" Peter quizzed with a smirk, shifting his feet around on your fluffy carpet.

"Well," you sighed, shoving your hands into your pockets and taking a seat on the couch opposite him, "it was here or my friend's apartment and she lives in Orlando. Plus, this was the only thing I could get on the budget" you sighed, "it'll do for now" you smiled with another shrug. Peter nodded along with you.

"So you planning on moving any time soon?"

"Not really, I kinda like it here" you looked around the rather dimly lit living room, the only source of light coming from the lamp in the corner and the TV screen. "It's small but cosy" you gestured around the room. The rooms were built back to back, although your's was decorated a little differently compared to Peter's they were almost identical. Removing the wall your beds would be head to head. Because the rooms were so small there was only room for one actual living room and then the kitchen and the bathroom.

"I think I'd struggle to fill like, a huge apartment"

"Yeah" Peter agreed, "the views nice here too"

"Oh, yeah can't forget about that" you agreed, looking over to the two french doors behind you.

The evening was spent well, you really got to know Peter on a more personal level. You learned about the accident with his uncle, and then about how he moved away when his Aunt found a new partner, of course leaving out the fact that he had become an Avenger bla bla bla. But he had learned about you too; about your family and what it was like living alone for the first few months and of course leaving out the Panic Disorder etc.

The pizza had ended up being left to turn cold and soon ended up in the bin. Now you were joint in the hallway, opening the door for Peter and allowing him to step out into the hallway.

"Thanks for the Pizza, even though we didn't actually-"

"Yeah, sorry I uh-"

"N-no, it's fine, maybe some other time?" you smiled, kneading your hands together at your waist.

"Yeah, that would be great" he smiled a little more confidently this time.

"What, uh, what are you doing tomorrow night?"

"Nothing that I can think of..."

"... Do you maybe wanna come over again?" you pressed your lips together, heart pounding.

"Of course" he nodded, "I mean, yeah sounds great"

"Awesome"

"Yeah..."

Silence fell for a second, but you weren't going to let it prolonge.

"I'll uh, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yep"

"Okay..."

"Bye Peter..."

"Bye Y/N..."

Peter smiled one last time before the door closed and he wandered off back to his apartment next door. You breathed in and out slowly trying to calm your racing heart, overflowing with the excitement of seeing him again.

It was practically destined that you were going to have your way with him sooner or later...

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