#male!v fic

[sweetcocopowder]

Share Your Toys | SilverV

Synopsis: V buys something new and odd and Johnny doesn't want to participate. All until he needs to show V just how to use.

Word Count: 2.1K

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Johnny Silverhand/Male!V

Warnings: nsfw/anal/dildo/sex toy/masturbation/degrading/slut shaming

Notes: I know I've only done one cyberpunk fic in the past. But I have this one and one more planned to post haha. I'm here for the male!v x johnny enjoyers

Does he feel a little ashamed buying one? No… Maybe. Just a lil. They had peaked his interest when he had spotted one, but he had much more pressing matters on hand.

So, here he is, with a six-inch dildo in hand.

It’s odd looking. It’s thicker at the tip than it is at the base. Being an ombre from a pink on the bottom to a pastel blue to the tip, it’s almost alien looking. With ridges on the underside that poke out a fair bit, V already knows this is going to be an odd sensation. Something funky to use to get his mind off of current things.

“There’s no way in fuck we’re sticking that thing up your ass,” Johnny snaps from the couch.

V sighs a gruntle noise. He tries to ignore Johnny but the rockstar taps his foot on the ground. He looks up to Johnny finally with a raised brow. He sits on the edge of his bed in only an old t shirt -one that use to be an outdoor shirt but slowly turned into a pj shirt with all the holes and grease stains in it. He sets the dildo on the bed next to him with another sigh.

“We?” V asks.

“Yes, we,” Johnny bites back. “I can feel everything you feel to an extent. And tonight, or any other, I don’t think I’m in the mood to have that thing shoved up my ass,” he says as he points to the dildo with a silver finger.

“You’ve never taken a dick before?” V mocks as he scoots up on his bed.

He makes himself comfortable and brings a bottle of lube with him in hand. Johnny leans back on the couch with his legs crosses over one another. He pushes his aviators up back to cover his eyes. The red glass reflects V on the bed, laid back with his shirt pooled over his crotch and thighs.

“I said I don’t want that,” Johnny grits out.

V rolls his eyes. “Just, leave me alone and I’ll forget you’re ever here. Go to whatever corner of my brain you normally go to when you don’t like something. It’s still my body, so I can do what I want and put whatever the hell I want in it.”

Johnny stares at V for a moment longer and for a split second, the merc feels very exposed. The rocker has seen everything before. Has done stuff to him before. But right now, the look he’s receiving is something different. Then, without a word, Johnny disappears in a glitch of blue and red static.

Good. Now he can continue in peace and use sex for a moment to forget about how shit life is.

-

Getting the first inch in is a struggle. Even with a lot of prep and a lot of lube, the tip is a tad thick. The stretch is a little overwhelming as V opens his legs out a bit further. He works himself little by little, letting the ridges of the fake cock rub up inside of him.

“You’re going to hurt yourself.”

V stops all so that he can glare at the disturbance standing over him at the side of his bed. He’s gotten so use to Johnny popping up randomly that when he does, it doesn’t phase him at all now.

The rocker’s arms are crossed over his chest and he still wears those red aviators. He can see himself in them again. Legs apart, dick half hard between with a large cock spreading him open. And all Johnny does is frown.

V moves the dick, pushing it a little further into himself and watches Johnny’s face. And when the rocker’s face scrunches up into a scowl, soon followed by a shaky, quiet exhale that is a clear indication he’s trying to hide his reaction, V can only smirk.

As cockily as he can say with a cock up his ass, the merc grins, “How should I be doing it then?”

Johnny’s scowl only deepens. Yet, he disappears from where he’s standing and reappears in a wave of glitches and static in front of V. Bent over and looking over him without his aviators. Dark, brown eyes stare him that hold something dangerous.

Without a word, Johnny takes control of V’s spare arm and grabs a pillow behind him. He shoves it under V’s back that has the merc rolling his eyes. The pillow trick? Really?

“I can’t believe you’ve got me doing this,” Johnny grumbles under his breath.

“You’re the one that hopped in yourself, I could have done this on my own,” V interjects.

Johnny covers V’s hand that holds onto the base of the fake cock. “And have a shit time because you’re taking too long? I’d rather not sit back and have to experience that.”

“But you’d rather experience a misshaped dildo up my ass?”

Johnny only frowns at that, his brows furrowing together. Hard enough that it brings creases to his forehead and brings out his crow’s feet.

With a hard push, one that V wouldn’t have deemed himself ready, the cock is pushed halfway in. V throws his head back against the bed. The ridges of the dildo rub up against the part inside of him that makes everything tingle. The painful stretch of the cock has him trying to catch his breath. But it’s a pain that is welcome. Has him buzzing.

The thickness of the first half has him already feeling full. The ridges on the underside of the dildo rub up against all the good parts inside of him that adds to the dizziness in his head. He breathes heavily, soft whines hitching his throat as Johnny moves the cock inside of him before he can get use to the feeling. Slowly pulling out before pushing in where it was before. And God it feels so good. It has him gripping the sheets with his other hand, the other being held down by Johnny.

The rockstar lifts one of V’s legs up and props it over his shoulder so that he can settle in closer. V looks to Johnny through slitted eyes and the look on the rocker’s face only turns him on more.

Johnny’s mouth is parted, and he breathes in sync with V. Each time he pushes the cock inside of V, each time a little deeper, each time hitting his prostate, Johnny shivers and pants. The blue of the cock all but disappears into V’s ass, leaving only the pink half to take down. God he’s quickly enjoying this as much as V is. Who knew the rockstar could have a little fun.

Being trapped on a biochip must do that to someone though. But by whatever God there is, is it hot to see Johnny become a little desperate. He’s so focused on the fake cock that his own hips move in sync faintly.

Johnny growls, -something that V never expected to hear- and pushes the rest of the cock inside of V. It slips in easily, the base being narrower than the first half. And everything feels like it short circuits inside of V, as if his cyberware doesn’t know what’s happening. His back arches as he groans deep within his throat. The cock is so wide and girthy it stretches him greatly. It makes him feel full and has him twitching. Each movement has the ridges grinding up inside of him and each time that happens, a small hiccup of moans are forced from his mouth. He can’t help himself. This feeling is wild and he’s glad that he bought this.

Johnny on the other hand. He’s bent over V trying to catch his own breath. He doesn’t need to breath but it bloody feels like he can’t intake air. Every time V moves and shifts, a wave of pleasure pulses through Johnny that has him shivering and twitching. He can feel himself grow hard in his leather pants. He’s not meant to be into this but by god does it feel great.

He catches his breath before pulling cock out of V to the tip, the sweet sound of moans and groans coming with it. With a forceful push, he shoves the entire six inches back into the merc, the blue disappearing along with the pink. And there it is again, the wave of pleasure and tingles from V that has Johnny shivering and groaning deep in his chest.

He begins slowly pumping the fake cock inside of V, revelling in the raw feelings and sensations that come from the merc’s end. He can feel V’s pain and those friendly pats to his shoulders from strangers. All of those are faint, like passing by a soft blowing vent. But this, this has Johnny’s head spinning and his code glitching.

V other hand comes back down to stroke his hardening dick. He grinds his teeth together at how overstimulating such a simple touch is. God he’s not going to last much longer if Johnny keeps this up. Especially with the pace quickening with every pass of his prostate.

Johnny begins panting loudly as he quickens the pace. Each time it fills V up in the right places and stretches him a little painfully. But that sting is something that feels so good. He matches his stroke on his dick with Johnny, letting him take the full reigns even though he knew he was fucked when the rocker popped back up again to make his comments.

V gets lost in everything, letting his mind go to this moment right now. Forgetting about everything that’s fucked him over in life. Johnny pushes the cock fully in and lets it sit there for a moment. All so he can swat V’s hand off his dick and replace it with his own. The feeling of Johnny’s metal hand on his dick is cold and brings a harsh gasp out of his mouth.

V meets dark brown eyes that stare at him. There’s something different there that the merc can’t quite place. Maybe because he’s having trouble reciting the alphabet or he’s completely forgotten what day it is. His mind is a jumble. But he knows that that dark look within those eyes is something akin to…

“You’re such a slut, you know that?” Johnny quips in between his own panting.

And there it is. Johnny’s comments. Why should V be surprised?

“Yeah and-“ The comeback V was going to make is lost as Johnny moves the dildo inside of him.

He grinds it into him shallowly, letting it rub up against everything inside and makes his entire gut and head to buzz. And in time with the movement, he strokes V’s dick, his thumb flicking and rubbing over the tip each time strokes up.

V grabs onto the blanket again, still letting Johnny guide his other hand on the fake cock. Everything is going crazy. He can’t help but grunt and whine like a two eddie whore.

“Yeah,” Johnny groans out. “You sound like one too.”

V can feel himself coming closer and closer. If Johnny keeps this same pace, he can get there quickly.

“My little slut, how does that sound?” The words are spoken deeply, gravelly.

And it all goes straight to V’s dick. He cums as if a freight train just hit him. His Kiroshi’s become spotty for a second, the black spots disappearing slowly after a while as his eyes recalibrate. He can’t catch his breath for a moment and when he opens his eyes, Johnny is gone.

For a split second, V feels a bit of panic, but as soon as it comes, Johnny appears back again in a storm of glitches and static. He’s hunched over V with a wide expression upon his normally grouchy features. He pants and shakes. He gulps, trying to collect himself. But whatever V felt, Johnny did as well ten fold it seems.

V slips the alien like dildo out of him with a pop and a groan, and throws it aside on his bed. He’s too worn out to worry about anything other than the rockstar leaning over him.

He reaches up and pats Johnny’s face. The simple touch has brown eyes latching onto V.

“Was it worth it?” V asks.

“No.”

“Not even a little?”

Johnny sits up straight, still kneeling in between V’s legs. He runs a hand down his face and lets his gaze run down the merc’s body. His eyes linger on V’s still leaking cock and the cum splattered over his stomach and tattoos. He’d be wrong if didn’t admit this was all a little hot. It’s all in how V pants and shakes from the orgasm still, his chest and stomach rising rapidly with each breath.

Johnny swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing on his throat. “A little then, yeah,” He grumbles.

-

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Kinkmas Day 3: Fisting

V aka Kim Taehyung x male reader

This guy

Stuff: Fisting DUH, fingering, some rimming, praising, established relationship, fluff, no actual fucking.

Word Count: 843

Notes: Happy very early birthday Taehyung!

You and Taehyung were in a lovely relationship. The moment he flashed you that adorable boxy smile, you knew he was going to be the man you marry.

You especially love him when he's inside you, like how right now his fingers are plunged into your ass.

"So good Tae..." You wistfully moaned out as his fingers worked their way in your ass, curling just right to hit your prostate.

You loved the way his large fingers filled up your hole, obviously his massive cock was better but anything up your ass is a good thing. So, you will take it with a big smile on your face, a hard cock, and a streamline of moans.

"I'm not even getting started..." He replied with his husky, deep, and sexy voice, sending a shiver down your spine that only makes the pleasure even better.

He takes his fingers out, leaving you with a horribly empty feeling before he dives in with his mouth.

The feeling of his tongue licking your rim is to die for, especially when he inserts his tongue. His skilled tongue licks your hole so well, eating you up like your thanksgiving dinner (callback).

Though, just as quickly as he puts his tongue on your rim, he takes it off, replacing it with his index finger, once again entering your awaiting hole.

You moan even louder from the sudden intrusion, causing a husky chuckle to escape from his lips.

"Like that baby?" He asked, plunging one finger slowly in and out of your boy hole.

"I fucking love it, but I think I'd love it even more if you went a little bit further." You responded, your words coming out shakily and breathy due to his teasing, and go further than he does.

He adds a second finger, his middle finger, while also increasing his speed, making you moan even louder from the added intrusion and quickening pace. A dangerous mixture that only serves to fill the room more with the sound of your now louder moans, along with the squelching sound of his fingers plunging into your ass.

Once you don't think it can get any better, Taehyung adds a third finger, spreading your hole to newer and brighter lengths. The sudden addition of his ring finger makes your moans EVEN louder, the pleasure being so impossibly good that he reaches your prostate without even trying all that hard from how much his three thick fingers are able to spread your anus.

"Fuck your loud... but I think I can make you even louder..." He exclaimed huskily.

"Wha-" Before you can even get a word out, Taehyung halts your speech by adding his pinky, a fourth finger inside your already spread hole.

The new add-on of his just his pinky finger is enough to make you see stars. The overwhelming pleasure that all four of his big fingers bring to your asshole is almost indescribable. The feeling of almost his entire hand as it spreads your tight hole is fucking amazing. Your moans turn into loud shrieks from the sheer amount he's spreading your poor boy hole.

He rubs his thumb along your rim, causing a light shivering breath to escape from your moaning lips. He increases the pace of his fingers, finger fucking your opened hole even faster. So not only do you have the sensation of being spread, but it's also moving at an orgasmic pace.

"Pretty good... but I think I can still do better." Is all he says before inserting his thumb, curling his hand that's already in your ass into a fist.

His fisting is slow at first, not wanting to actually hurt or god forbid, tear your poor hole. Afterall, you two only do this once and a while and his fist is pretty big. So, he is happy to take his sweet time pleasuring you the way you deserve.

"I love you!" You whine out as he increases his pace.

He made well on the promise that he'll make you scream louder, because now your moans are loud enough to fill the entire neighborhood as he quickens the pace of his fist inside you.

He fucking destroys your asshole, but in a good way. Stretching it to sizes you didn't even think were possible, but if people can fit wine bottles up there, then this should be a breeze.

Your moans reach a fever pitch, turning into full on screams of pleasure as his fist jackhammers into your hole, squeezing around his arm as he goes all the way to the forearm.

It is in this forearm deep position where you finally reach sweet release, cumming so fucking hard all over the sheets of the bed. You BURST like a fire hose, shooting near bucket loads of cum from not even edging, just the sheer power of his large fist.

Taehyung gives you a gentle kiss on the lips, which you weakly reciprocate before flopping on to the bed, passing out after having one of the most mind-blowing orgasms of your entire life.

THE END

[plazmafields]

Kerry opened his eyes just enough to see the room blurred, fuzzy behind a familiar haze he was too tired to place. He yawned, sprawling out on the bed, and slowly realized the abundance of space. While it worked out well that V wasn't a starfish sleeper like him, Kerry still expected to feel the merc somewhere close by.

He groaned as his eyes opened fully and he let his head fall to the left. He didn't see V in bed, but did spot a silhouette perched on the windowsill.

“V?” Kerry said, voice raspy, rubbing what he thought was sleep from his eyes. “What fuckin’ time is it?”

V didn't answer, and when Kerry finished wiping his eyes, the haze hadn't gone away. As his vision focused, he saw the gentle glow of a cigarette in V's hand.

“You smokin’?” Kerry asked as he rose from bed, an exaggerated yawn escaping him as he stretched upward.

“Go back to bed, Kerry.”

He froze, any remnants of sleep culled by a familiar cadence. The voice was V's, but that tone.

After his initial shock died down, the feeling was immediately replaced with annoyance. Kerry threw on his robe and took heavy steps toward V's body. He snatched the cigarette away, taking a long drag and blowing the smoke back in his face.

“V doesn't smoke.” He put out the cigarette in one of the synth-bonsai nearby.

“We have an arrangement,” Johnny huffed.

“Uh-huh. I'll be sure ask him about that once you fuck off.”

Johnny rolled his eyes as Kerry walked off toward the bar. No matter if it was 1 a.m. or 6 a.m., it was definitely too early to be drinking.

“Thought seein’ you again was a one time thing.” Johnny heard mumbled from the next room, but wasn’t sure he was supposed to answer. He stood from the windowsill and walked toward the bar himself, leaning against the wall in a way V never did: hips jutted out, shoulders rolled forward. Johnny wasn’t used to being shorter than his bandmate.

“Don’t get to choose when I’m in control, ya know. Not like I wanted to wake up naked in bed with you. Might be my worst nightmare, in fact.”

Kerry sneered and knocked back a shot. “So, what? V just get sick ‘a bein’ behind the wheel of his own damn body? Figured you could drive for a bit?”

Johnny rolled his eyes, but stayed uncharacteristically quiet under Kerry’s scrutinous gaze.

“The fuck you doin’ here, Johnny?” Kerry pressed further.

Johnny glanced up to meet Kerry’s expectant eyes and sighed. “Had a seizure in his sleep. Usually the Relic’s way of puttin’ me in charge. Could fight it, but that only makes things worse for V, so here I fuckin’ am.”

Kerry’s eyes scrunched closed as he rested his elbows on the bar and hung his head in his hands. Johnny took the time to make himself a drink, taking it over to the cluttered coffee table and sitting on the edge. He sipped as Kerry grumbled to himself, “Fuckin’ ‘course he did. Said he didn’t get ‘em anymore, said shit was slowin’ down. And now I gotta hear it from Johnny. No, that’s preem—fuckin’ preem, actually, V—thanks for that…asshole.”

“Feel like I’m the middleman here. Gotta bring this up with him, ya know. Can’t relay nothin’ while I'm in the driver’s seat. ‘Specially not right now, he’s still asleep. Kinda. Hard to really explain how it all—”

Kerry slammed a whiskey bottle down on the bar. “CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!? Jesus fucking Christ, forgot how much you insert yourself in every fuckin’ aspect of my life.”

Johnny raised an eyebrow at the bottle, surprised it hadn’t cracked with the force.

“You die; somehow that becomes my problem. I’m movin’ on, movin’ up. I date a guy; acts just like you. Hated that, fuckin’ weird. Dump his ass, find a new fling. Wants to grow his hair out; starts lookin’ like you. Get married—fuckin’ married—do you understand the level of fucking desperate I was at to get married just so I would stop fuckin’ men that reminded me of you? Got any idea how much that fucked with me?”

Johnny couldn’t remember the last time he was speechless. But there he was, jaw slack, as Kerry unloaded fifty years of frustration.

Kerry was pacing the room at that point, arms crossed, not even noticing the sleeves of his robe sliding off his shoulders. “Then you bust down my fuckin’ door, fuck with my guitar—MY fucking guitar, that I had tuned that way on purpose, might I fuckin’ add…”

Kerry stopped, back to Johnny and hands in the air like he was about to scream. But he lowered his hands slowly as he said under his breath, “And there’s V. wrapped up in all your bullshit…and he just had to be perfect.”

He let those words hang in the air for a moment, hands trembling at his sides. Johnny could barely make out the breathy voice as Kerry whispered, “He’s perfect, and somehow he’s you. It always comes back to you.”

The gentle hum of the fridge behind the bar was all they could hear, both processing…that. Kerry took a couple steps back, the backs of his thighs colliding gently with the arm of the couch. He sat, not allowing himself to look at Johnny.

“Shit…” Johnny murmured. “Knew you wanted to fuck me all those years ago. Didn’t realize just how bad.”

Kerry slowly turned his head toward the dead rocker possessing V’s body. His eyes were slightly red, and Johnny swore his eyeliner was running at the edges. “That’s what you took from that?” Kerry’s voice was flat, void of any emotion. “Really?”

He hardly gave Johnny a second to respond before he stood and sauntered back to the bar, chugging the unexpectedly intact whiskey bottle. Johnny had only enough time to blink before he saw the bottle flying across the room at him. He ducked, the bottle shattering off the glass railing behind him.

Johnny was on his feet in an instant, screaming as much as V’s docile vocal cords would allow, “Are you out of your goddamn mind!? Yell at me all you want, but don’t take this out on V!”

It was an all too familiar song and dance. Kerry didn't move an inch as Johnny stomped toward him, just leaned back against the bar, crossing one leg over the other, one arm under the other.

“I'm not like you,” said in the calmest of tones. “I don't take shit out on him. Not like you took shit out on me whenever Alt stood you up. Not like you took shit out on Rogue whenever I was over your shit. Not like you took shit out on Alt whenever Rouge wouldn't answer your calls.”

Johnny's hands were trembling in their balled form, fists begging to act, mind telling them to hold. “Tryin’ to fix all that.” He growled through his teeth.

“Good luck. Now give him back to me.”

Minutes seemed to pass as their gaze held, Johnny trying—genuinely—to reach V; Kerry waiting with tired eyes and an impenetrable emotional wall.

Finally, after trying to force their nervous system to swap, Johnny's hands unclenched and he looked away. “Can't just switch places like that. Trust me, it'd make all this a lot easier if we could.”

Kerry looked at him a moment longer before rolling his eyes and turning back to the liquor shelves to grab another drink. “Whatever. Just make sure he—”

A struggled groan interrupted him. He tried to keep the glance over his shoulder casual, but the very act of looking at all revealed his worry. He watched as Johnny stumbled back onto the couch, clutching his head and Relic slot. With one last sharp breath, Johnny's eyes drifted open, V's hand relaxed over the Relic slot, Johnny's fingers stopped digging into his skull, and V's breath steadied.

Kerry tried to read their movements, to tell which one was sitting on the couch at that moment. Different parts of their body seemed to exhibit different mannerisms. Some V's, some Johnny's, some twitched like it couldn't decide from whom to take its orders.

Suddenly V was gripping his head again, and muttering under his breath, “Ah, fffffuck…” No one said it as softly as him. Certainly not Johnny.

Kerry finished filling his glass, walked over to the couch, and tapped V on the shoulder to offer it to him. “Hey.”

V looked up at him with cloudy eyes, sparks and pixels still popping. It took him a moment to process the scene his Kiroshis were transmitting to his brain. It was like an entire system reboot, everytime. After a few blinks, and his eyes darting between the whiskey glass and the man holding it, V gingerly took the cup and gave a weak smile. “Hey, Ker.”

“Y’alright?”

V sipped the drink, unable to taste yet. “Will be in a sec. Just gotta…recalibrate.”

Kerry nodded mindlessly before taking a seat next to V. The real V; body, mind, and soul. He eyed him with a look somewhere between caution and skepticism. Those hazel eyes that had been drilling into him seconds ago now regarded the whiskey in V's hands with a pleased arch of the brow. Hands that threatened to hurt—bruises on the knuckles to prove they could—held the glass delicately, touch so light that gravity should have been pulling it away. Lips that moments prior had delivered burning words so casually, now wet with liquor, V's tongue flicking out to clear them of the remnants.

Kerry wasn't thinking as his hand rose and the back slid across V's jaw, before deft fingers curled under the younger man's chin. V turned his head as Kerry's fingers instructed, only having a moment to look confused before he was pulled into a kiss.

It felt like an apology, soft and hesitant, checking in to make sure all was forgiven. He let it continue, despite the wariness behind each touch of their lips. V set his glass on the coffee table before using his newly freed hand to bring Kerry in closer, cupping the back of his neck.

“Hey,” V pulled back slightly, “what's up?”

Kerry kept his eyes closed for a second too long, and when they opened, his gaze looked past V, to the glass railing behind him. Another beat before he said, “Johnny was out.”

Following his eyeline to the railing, V saw shattered glass and a puddle of expensive spirits. A quick scan of the scene showed the bottle's trajectory, and the speed at which it had flown.

“He, uh…say somethin’ to piss you off?” V looked back to his lover, Kerry's eyes still glued to the crime scene.

“Eh, when doesn't he?” Kerry shrugged, finally looking V in the eye.

“Hey, look…I'm sorry you have to—”

“Told me you weren't gettin’ seizures anymore.”

V's eyes darted back into place, locking with Kerry's.

“Yeah. Wasn't for a while.”

“So you lied to me? What, thought it would make me worry less?” He still felt angry from his unresolved fight with Johnny, aware his wording was directing that left over anger at V, despite having no hand in—or memory of—the argument.

“Nonono,” V rushed to absolve himself, “you know I wouldn't. They just…stopped for a bit, then came back outta nowhere. Thought I was gettin’ better, genuinely.” He held either side of Kerry's neck.

Kerry stared for a moment before looking down at V's lips again. “You tell him he could smoke while he's runnin’ the show?” His thumb traced along V's bottom lip, over the cuts and scrapes he always came home with.

“Tastin’ it now. Fucker…” He was going to say more, but as his lips tingled from Kerry's absent stroking, V just watched Kerry's eyes slowly blink.

“What'd he say?” V asked after a long, tense moment, Kerry petting his lips all the while.

Kerry didn't answer, but his movements paused.

“Like you, V. A lot. And it doesn't have shit to do with Johnny, okay?”

V felt himself recoil with disbelief, “Johnny accuse you of usin’ me to get to him?”

Kerry sighed, hand sliding around to the back of V's neck to pull him in, resting their heads together. “Just need you to know I'm into you. Sure, might not've met if it weren't for that bastard, but if we had, can promise I'd still be into you.”

V smiled and placed a hand over the arm that held him. “I'm super into you, too, Ker. Like, crazy ‘bout you. Got no idea how I'd get through the day if I didn't have you waitin’ for me.”

Kerry pulled back a little, grinning. “What, think I just sit at home all day hopin’ you'll pop in? Like a sad puppy?”

V rolled his eyes and pushed forward for another kiss. “Fuck off, know what I meant.” V said between the touching of their lips.

Kerry stood quickly, pulling V up to continue their kiss. He broke away once they were both up, “Take your fuckin’ pills and get in bed.”

V laughed as he followed Kerry to the bedroom. “Dunno if I'm tired anymore.”

“Who said anything about sleepin’?” Kerry said in a devious tone as his robe fell to the floor.

[8-rae-rae-8]

[Happy Birthday, Johnny]

Johnny being unusually quiet and not fuckin' with V as much, till V sees why in those glitched memories that he can't really make out that well, but he can hear, distantly a few distinct 'happy birthday's without much behind it—too half-hearted to sound warm. V knows the voices, gathered up from what he'd seen of the SAMURAI days. Nance, Denny, Rouge, Kerry...

There's not much to see, but the feelings are heavier than anything. The simmering anger, the exhaustion, the sadness as V just barely makes out a tiny cupcake with a single candle in it, a fresh faced Johnny Silverhand looking at the light glow.

Maybe a secret Johnny would rather keep, as if V couldn't look it up if he wanted to know. He figured Johnny would be louder, glitching in and gloating at him any chance he got. But no, he sits quietly in the back of his mind, instead. V can feel him thinking, or something close to that, as he lays in bed.

They ran around Night City and never once did Johnny do much more than necessary. Talked a little shit, but didn't go as far to mock him, or piss him off for fun. No, it's quiet. Voice-wise, it's quiet. Everything else, not so much.

V tilts his head, looking out to the couch opposite his bed. Watching, expecting Johnny to appear there, where he always did. And yet, instead, Johnny sits up close on the edge of the bed.

"Happy birthday, Johnny.." As tired as he was, running gigs all day, he meant it.

And hell, seeing Johnny's face soften from behind his glasses was worth it. They were dying together, after all, it'd be a lie to say they hated each other's guts. Morphing more and more like the other every day, relying on Misty's pills to survive.

"Thanks, V..." It's hesitant, almost nervous. Johnny turns his head, looking at V comfortable in the blankets. In a way, he's jealous, V can feel it, albeit distantly.

"Lay down, c'mon." V grunts as he moves, as if Johnny needs space the way he does. "Deserve it, been a long day."

He won't mention the way he can feel the both his own, and Johnny's mind running a mile a minute, but he'll gladly let Johnny's head settle on his shoulder. Something quiets, just a little, in their head.

[timaeusterrored]

(I saw V kissing Santa Claus)

It was a rare occasion for the whole Eurodyne family to be seen in public together anymore. But when Kerry’s label had suggested something family friendly for the different artists to attend with their little ones, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity.

Louis had dresses the kids and helped Vax into a comfortable turtle neck and slacks. He unfortunately still had to look nice but Louise had a knack for making comfy fashionable.

Now Kerry on the other hand? Kerry had been talked into something he wasn’t sure how he was talked into it. It was embarrassing but the smile on Kim’s face and the shared giggles of Louise and Vax made it worth the small amount of embarrassment. At least Ted didn’t have to dress up like an elf, he reminded his oldest when he started laughing.

Poor Kerry was dressed in a Santa suit. He had refused the fake beard but yeah, he had been talked into a Santa costume for the party. His husband and ex wife looked drop dead gorgeous and he looked like a goofy old man. Worth it for the smiles he supposed.

“Hey Santa- sorry Kerry.” Vax grinned, sitting on the arm of the chair Kerry had found himself in. “Having fun?”

“I’d be having more fun if you did the whole Santa thing correctly. Sit on my lap, tell me Whatcha want, pretty boy.” Kerry winked, making his husband roll his eyes.

“It’s a family event, Ker!”

“I’ll behave!”

“You’ve never behaved a day in your life!”

Fair. He supposed. No actually, he was right. Kerry was never known for behaving. He certainly couldn’t be trusted with a hot man in his lap in a tight turtle neck.

The kids partied harder than the adults did, Kim was sound asleep as Kerry carried her up to her bedroom in their home, Louise leading in Ted right behind him. While the parents put the kids to bed, Vax made them some actual drinks to share. It was nice to have a quiet moment.

Louise headed up to bed a short time later, kissing Kerry on the cheek and Vax on the forehead. The husbands were tired, but still wanted a moment alone. They stood by the Christmas tree with their drinks, Kerry humming to the soft jazz playing.

“Reminds me of my first Christmas has a big shot. Was dating some gonk jazz player- don’t give me that look. My taste in men is questionable at best.” Kerry glared.

Vax snorted into his drink. “I coulda told you that, babe.”

“Anyway.” He stated pointedly. “Whatever this is is about ten times better than whatever he played. Sounded like a dying goat.” Kerry finished off his drink and started to unbutton the stuffy jacket when Vax stopped him.

“Wait, I wanna kiss Santa.”

“Freak. Your obsession with older men concerns a lot of people.” Kerry teased, but obliged his man with a soft kiss. The glow of the Christmas tree, the soft jazz just loud enough for them to hear but not loud enough to wake the kids. It was perfect. Kerry had waited for a moment like this since he had met V.

Little did they know, a little lady watched on in horror.

“What’s up, Kimmy? You’ve hardly touched your breakfast.” Kerry asked his little girl, concerned. “You feeling okay?” He pressed his wrist against her forehead. No fever.

“I’m okay.” She whispered, leaning into her father. He scooped her up like she was lightest thing in the worked and hugged her.

“It’s Christmas, baby girl! It’s a good day!” He carried her into the living room to see the tree while the family finished up breakfast and cleaned up.

“Daddy.” Kim stated very seriously. “Do you think Vax loves you?” She asked. A very raw question for a small girl.

“Uh. Yes?” Kerry hoped so?

She made the big puppy dog eyes Kerry used to be known for and looked at him. “I saw him last night. He was kissing someone else!” She looked absolutely distraught.

“…Who?” Kerry asked suspiciously. Vax hadn’t left his side the whole night.

“Santa!” Kim exclaimed, very very seriously.

Kerry stared at his daughter in shock for a second, clenching his jaw to hold back a laugh. He felt hands on his waist and spun around with Kim still in his arms.

“How could you?!”

Vax stumbled over a present in surprise, confused. “I-what?”

“Kissing Santa?! Behind my back?” Over Vax’s shoulder, Kerry could see Louise hiding a laugh in Ted’s hair, the confused teen watching the scene.

“Huh?!” Vax was so utterly confused that Kerry wondered if he had ever heard the song. It was older than the both of them.

“I saw you kissing Santa last night!” Kim accused. “In front of the tree!”

Vax had no idea what to do. Either spoil the magic of Christmas or be in the dog house… neither sounded fun.

“Kimmy… I think I can forgive him. Just this once though.” Kerry smiled, hugging his daughter close. “I’m sure Vax didn’t actually mean it… right, sweetheart.”

“I…don’t know the correct answer to this…” Vax was mortified that Kim had seen that and misunderstood the situation.

“I think if dad forgives him, we all can.” Louise piped in finally, resting a hand on V’s shoulder. “He loves daddy very much.”

“I do, Kimmy. I would never hurt your dad like that. Trust me?” Vax held her arms out, hoping for forgiveness… even though he still wasn’t sure what just happened.

Kim had her arms crossed, glaring hard at her stepdad while she thought.

“I’ll have to look at what you got me and see.” She wiggled out of her dad’s arms in favor of the presents on the floor.

Kerry moved to hug his poor husband, laughing inti his shoulder.

“What the fuck just happened?” He whispered into the rocker’s ear.

“Fatherhood, my love.”

[elvenbeard]

Golden Morning ~

[ornii]

Saw your Cate Dunlap fic and loved it! Can you do another one pls 🙇🏽‍♀️

My Favorite Second Best

Real short one don’t worry

“Mr Summers, Focus.”

Professor Brink was in your ear, chastising your ability and trying to make you lose focus, all sort of the training. The class was outside for their Training for their powers. Maybe it was Brinks idea to keep everyone’s eyes on you, made staying calm and lot harder.

The hard stone discs were launched and you looked to the sky, you tore off your glasses and let the beams loose, like an arc of light your beam shattered though all the launched discs. You put your glasses back on and look at brink, who was writing something down.

“Good work, still can’t focus your beams though..” he etched down, the backhanded compliment. You bit your tongue to speak and simply walked back to the group. Luke was up next and effortlessly slung fireballs are the targets, a much better time than Mr Summers. It was obvious the favoritism that Brinks was showing to Luke and while you two had a solid relationship, Binks was the single iota that kept it from perfect. You simply put your hands in your pockets and walked off as class ended, Cate followed trying to keep up with you. You already got to the hallway to your dorm before Cate got you.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)? Holy shit slow down!” She yelled and you halted, fuming. You turned to face Cate who gave you a sad look. “Cmon, it’s not his fault.”

“I know it’s not his fault, I’m not mad at Luke.” You replied and attempted to keep walking, Cate caught up to you and grabbed your hand, for a moment you expected her powers to activate but you felt warm leather. Her gloves wrapped around your hand in a desperate attempt to hold onto you. Cates grip was oddly tight.

“My sweet Cate.. what have you done?..” You thought, and you looked at her once more, though the Purple haze of your glasses you saw the desperation in her eyes.

“What?” You responded defeated, Cate pulled you in closer. “Is being number one that important?” She said, and much of who you are relied on that question. Jean and Scott summers, your parents wanted a super abled child like them ever since they got together in their old Hero Group. Unfortunately it seems that Compound V isn’t fully hereditary. So they did only what they though thought was best. Compound V. Cate could see it weighed a lot on you, the expectations, the pain, the.. accidents, your eyes flaring purple and with a single blast you almost caved in a man’s skull with sheer force alone.

“Hey… look at me.” Cate could hear your thoughts, self destructive, self hating. “That isn’t you, you don’t have to be any of that, they.. shot you up full of some drug to make a wonder child.” She took her glove off, but didn’t touch you. She brushed her body against yours to listen to your heartbeat.

“You can be great, you don’t need to be number one.” She whispered, your arms instinctively hug her body and you closed your eyes, feeling her presence and care. “I’m sorry Cate, I.. I just can’t, I want to be number one..” you whispered back, and a look of sadness was on her face.

“I’m sorry too…” and she touched your hand, like a fog filled your head you couldn’t remember the last few seconds, why were you mad? I guess it didn’t matter, you needed to talk to Lucas about the next party anyway. Cate hugged you and looked into your glasses “It’s okay… it’s okay to be number two.” She said, “Shit jokes are above you.” You replied and gently kissed her forehead, earring a giggle from cate, and an uneasy smile for her.

“Yeah… that’s what I meant.”

[hehkshew]

I have this prompt idea:

Vox, having been around Valentino and Velvette, insists he’s fine and is not going to catch whatever cold ridden illness that they have. But by the end of the week, he’s now showing symptoms just as much as they were. Valentino smirks as Vox finally admits defeat. The three of them, Vel and Val now recovering slowly, resign themselves to a week together, each one blaming the other for starting it.

[Out Of Service] (H/azbin H/otel) V/ox, V/elvette, and V/alentino [1300 Words]

This week, it felt as if everything had been going wrong. The entire past few days had been fully manic. Even more so than the way it typically was. There were employees around every corner, worrying as they tried to keep up with the increased work load and requests.

Why they were all suddenly so panicked? Because it just so happened that two of three were bored. And when they were bored, shit got tense fast.

There was a lot to do and a lot to manage and to keep up with it, there was no time to get distracted. 

Which was why if Vox had half a mind he would’ve turned around, at the first sounds of a hacking cough. But he didn’t. 

Valentino laid sprawled across out on the couch, sunglasses hazardously laying dropped on the floor in the path of any unfortunate unfocused sinner who’d undoubtedly step on them. He looked pathetic, no trace of cocky appearance he usually displayed.

Other side of the couch Velvette looking pissed and utterly wrecked as she tiredly scrolled through her phone. Eyes half lidded, groaning quietly. 

He should’ve probably assumed that after hearing the sound of coughing ongoing randomly the past two hours.

They looked exhausted.

Val’s eyes drifted tiredly, widening a little as he pushed himself up with a smirk. Sniffling as he purred, voice a little too rough than normal.

“Amorcito!” He called low, grin widening as he blinked slow. The eye bags were practically visible from here, “I didn’t think you’d come, Baby.” He mused, Velvette glancing up from her phone before glancing away, sinking deeper into the blankets. “I feel awful.”

Vox narrowed his eyes slightly, eyebrows creasing as he breathed out, “Oh please, Val. You can handle a little cold.”

Valentino dramatically groaning as if he’d been betrayed, back of his hand to his forehead, which was noticeably sweating. “Ugh, heartless, Voxxy. Absolutely heartless.”

Velvett made a noise of annoyance, sniffling as she sunk deeper into her blankets, snapping her head down as she stifled a harsh sneeze into the blankets.

“Oh for Hell’s sake,” Vox groaned, making the gesture of pinching his screen, “Don’t tell me you’re sick too.”

Velvette only sniffled, shooting daggers as she spoke. Voice sounding more broken then Valentinos, grabbing a tissue box. One in one of those stupidly fancy cases as she chucked it at Valentino’s head, the moth making a pained “Oww..” whine.

“It’s his fault, I feel like shit.”

Val barking out a laugh, one that dissolved into a coughing fit, the sound rattling in his chest. “Doll, you did not get this from me. You were coughing before I was”

“This is totally all his fault, fucking infected everyone and now hes gonna make you miserable too.” She snapped, only half serious. rolling her eyes as she slumped deeper into the couch.

Vox scoffed somewhat amusedly at the two.

“I at least have a decent antivirus system.” That’s something he pointed out a lot, his excuse to work through things, something the two couch ridden overlords tried not to groan at, Vox shooting a glare back. “Unlike you two, I don’t get sick.”

Valentino coughed, sitting up as he hit at his chest, clearing his voice as he sniffed sharply, humming with almost a look of challenge. “We didn’t expect to get sick either Mi amado.”

“I’m not gross.” Vox challenged, ducking as Velvette threw the nearest object near her towards Vox’s head. “And I’m more efficient, I’m built to handle this.” He snapped.

The two weren’t convinced, Vox groaning as he stormed out and left. A look towards each other as if they knew.

“I don’t get sick.” He muttered. Something he continued to tell himself.

It was nearing the end of the week, and it was safe to say that something had changed.

Vox wasn’t uncaring, he’d been there. For them! Bringing them stuff every hour or so, a routine most likely used in a prison more than a caring nurse sort of way, but he was there every hour for a check in. To make sure they hadn’t died, or whatever.

They were still sick of course, but it wasn’t as bad now. That was… An improvement, and it was good!

And everything was fine…! And maybe he might’ve felt a little sluggish, and even when it was dead silent he could hear the sound of buzzing in his ears. But those were just quirks! Definite normal stuff he always had.

Computer shit!  

He tensed, screen flickering as he faltered. Lowering the clipboard he’d been holding, head snapping down harshly as he sneezed. Spark of electricity shooting as it zapped, wincing as the lights in the penthouse went out for just a moment. 

That was the downside about all of this, everytime that happened. It tended to affect anything electronic, and Much to Valentino and Velvette’s misery, their devices were no exception.

Inhaling sharply again as a second one overcame him. 

 “Hhh-HHK̴̬͉̬̮̗̝̓̑̕ͅS̴̜̥̞̰̟̈́̿̊̎̋͒̃̄̽ͅͅͅZ̶̮͓̬̗̣̝͗̃̀Z̴̧̠̫͙͔̬̲̦͕̣̋͘͜T̴̩̠̀͆̀̚!̷̧̡͈̖̗͇͓͇̳̏͆͠!!”

A surge of static zapping as another blue spark zapped, this time hitting Valentino in the chest. Moth Demon giving a sharp yelp as he involuntarily wrapped his wings around himself, an undignified tumble off of the couch.

“Voxxy, the fuck!” Valentino yelled, gray smoke rising from the zap in his jacket. Velvett pulling herself back as she brought her knees to her chest, intent on avoiding by being zapped by any of that.

“Not sick, huh?” Unamused, twinge of a grimace on her face as she watched his screen short circuit. 

“I’m not– hHHK̶̊̋͐̒̿͊͂́͜S̶̨̪̭͖̙̩̠̜̹̓̌ͅH̴̟̯̗̄ͅŹ̸̢͕̰̙̱̖̦͔Z̴̢͓͍̲͉̈͐̀̒Ţ̸̥͕̮̎̔!!” This time, the lights in the entire penthouse immediately blacking out into darkness.

“Yeah, real convincing.”

Vox groaned, looking as flustered as his expression was able to manage, arms crossed over himself as he pointedly ignored the inspecting looks he was receiving. Even he couldn’t argue against this one. Huffing as his screen glowed duller.

He did feel fucking wrecked.

With a heavy sigh, he slumped against the kitchen counter. “Fine. Fine. I have a cold.”

“Told you,” Velvette hummed, sniffling pleased to be right. She was always right.

“Welcome to the club Baby.” Val grinned widely, lifting his wing and blanket as invitation for Vox to join them under it. “Surprise, Tesoro. You’re not invincible.”

Vox shot him a withering glare, muttering as it lacked its sharpness. “Shut up.”

And with the admittance of all of them feeling horrible, they could feel horrible together. Remaining time being spent huddled together. And that’s how it was the next few days.

Arguments over who was worse, arguments over each other hogging blankets and arguments starting after every sneeze from Vox short circuited another one of their electronics.

“I can’t believe Velvette got us all sick.” Valentino muttered, biting back his grin as she sat up pissed off, Vox groaning as he pulled a pillow over his screen, knowing the argument to ensue.

“Me?! It was you, you were the one coughing over fucking everything. And I wash my hands constantly. Unlike you with both your fucking gross men piss fingers.” Grimacing with a shooted glare, burying further into them despite it.

Vox groaned, “Does it even matter? We’re all suffering now because one of you idiots couldn’t not be walking disease.”

Velvette sniffled weakly, head laid against Vox’s lap. “Let’s all just agree to blame Vox for electrocuting us every time he has a fit.”

Vox glared embarrassed, preparing to move up from the couch and leave. “I’m going to bed.” Valentino stopping him as he pulled him back down.

“Ah, ah, ah. You’re stuck with us.”

And he didn’t have room to argue, blinking tiredly as the movie on the screen began to play. The three watching with various levels of exhaustion. 

And it was nice.

“Hhh.. Hih.. hḰ̴̼Z̵̮̎Z̴̠͙̾H̷͇͊ͅT̵̪̔̽!̷̹̐̀” 

Velvette’s phone buzzing and flashing before going dead.

“Dammit Vox!” Velvette groaned, dropping the broken device onto the carpet.

“Whoops,” For the first time all day, barking out a laugh.

With the movie playing, they couldn't help the exhaustion overtaking them. Slowly breathing as they began to fall asleep, and for the first in a long time, together they could rest.

[kcake555]

Taehyung cake 🍰

bts

[foxs0x]

I’ve had enough working on this, so enjoy 😂

I’ve been trying for months to practice a simpler style / cel shade style and this took just as long as my regular style damn it!

Full version on Pillowfort (freeeee)

[dreamlandcreations]

Imagine Jordan being too insecure to ask you out but not for the usual reason...

Imagine Jordan being too insecure to ask you out but not for the usual reason. Because it's usually the turning into a girl part that people can't deal with. That, shouldn't be an issue since he knows your dating history clearly indicates you like girls, but that's also the problem, as far as they know, you've never been interested in a guy before.

Jordan thinks you wouldn't like the other part of them. So, while it's essentially the same dilemma, it's kinda new too.

Naturally, Jordan manages to fuck up the moment when he bails on you after kissing you and now you are avoiding each other...

[sweetmage]

Crying, yelling, screaming, etc. over them ❤️

[heartfullofleeches]

can we peg V

He did win the poll- [18+ mdni, reader is G.N]

"You remember your end of the deal?"

"Got it- Me, on my back, cat ears, bondage - ignoring my friends for the rest of the week. Are you ready to go?"

V quietly nods. How did you manage to rope him into this? To be fair - he couldn't say much as horny virgin in the same room as the object of his twisted affections. The topic of you taking him first came up by novelty. Just a case of him screaming obscenities and you offering to take him up on his offer of "fucking him up his ass". He thought you were messing with him, but you were dead serious. With his own prize on the table and the possibility of two if he actually enjoyed this was too tantalizing to pass up.

V sat on the bed while you prepared. He had just gotten out of the shower, and was covered by nothing but a towel. The damp cloth clung to his skin, outline the predominant bulge spawned from seeing you strip. You approach him with a kiss that he swallows whole, gripping the back of your head as his tongue clash against your teeth. You tear his hand away and squeeze his wrist to remind him of his current place.

V grumbles, but willingly submits as you guide him over onto his stomach. His body stiffs as your fingers prod his hole, shivering from the lube you applied. You kiss his shoulder blade as you work your fingers in. There's that initial stretch which he gradually eases into as you keep your strokes slow. He exhales as you pull them free, bracing for what's to come as your cock pushes against him.

You line the tip against his hole and push. V's back arches against your chest, hands gripping the sheets until his knuckles go white. You still to allow him to just, reaching down to grab his drooling dick. You stroke his length in stride with your thrusts; holding his thin waist as you drag him onto your dick. The head hits his prostate with each move, earning whines and breathy moans from the boy beneath you. Both actions already make this too much for V to bear, member throbbing in your steady hold.

You lean in, whispering into his ear with a throaty breath that makes him shutter. "You doing alright?"

V wants to roll his eyes, but they roll too far back with the sharp push of your hips that makes his knees weak. "Fuck!.. I'm fine just-.. keep going."

Best to give the man what he wants- You pound into him as the room fills with the sound of slapping skin and his high moans. A wet spot bleeds into the sheets as V drools with his mouth hung wide. You remove the hand from his waist to wrap it around his neck as you pull him upwards, sitting back on the floor as you bounce him on your lap. Without the blanket as a shield, V babbles on with no outlet for his rambles.

"Shit. Gunna cum..i love you.. don't stop."

He screams - vision shot white as he comes undone. Ropes of cum shoot out majority landing on the discarded towel before him. You pump him throw his high, peppering kisses on his neck and lower jaw. Body taut, he slumps forward - your arms catching him and bring him back to your chest before he can fall. V turns his head and sloppily throws his wet lips against yours.

"Next time.... I'll be the one to make you scream like that."

[cp77nyexchange]

Cyberpunk 2077 New Year’s Exchange - 2024 Round

Sign Up Form | Pinch Hitters Sign Up | AO3 Collection | 2023, 2022, 2021 Works Masterlist

Schedule:

Sign-ups: October 7th 6:00PM UTC - October 27th 9:00PM UTC

Assignments out by (latest): October 30th 9:00PM UTC

Check In: December 1st - 5th 9:00PM UTC

Gift Posting: December 30th - January 3rd 9:00PM UTC

Creation Requirements:

Fic: Minimum 1000 words of complete fic - no WIP. All fic must be new and original, and created specifically for your recipient’s request. The fic cannot be a sequel to another fic or part of a series or specific AU of yours that the recipient did not request.

Art: One drawing, digital or traditional. Art doesn’t need to be fully colored or a fully rendered illustration, but should look finished - no WIPs or sketches! Both digital and traditional art is allowed. Art pieces must be new and original, and created specifically for your recipient’s request. In the case of traditional art, it can’t be on lined paper and the quality of the digital picture must not be so bad as to not be recognizable (i.e. no blurry pictures).

What is this?

Simply, it’s an anonymous fandom gift exchange held during the last months of the year. Fanfic writers and fan artists sign up, giving their offers and requests, and are then given someone else’s request to create for. Who you’re creating for is kept secret until gifts are posted.

Who can participate?

Any fic writer or digital/traditional artist (of age 18 and up). You must simply be able to meet the minimum requirements, detailed above.

Full rules below the cut or here on gdocs.

Where is this happening?

Tumblr; optionally on discord, and on AO3 for fic (and art) posting. Important information will be posted to the event tumblr. You don’t have to join the discord server - I can send you your assignment over email, if you say you want that when signing up. If you do join, I will be using the discord @everyone function to remind people of upcoming deadlines and such. There will be an AO3 collection.

How does gifter/giftee matching happen?

On a basis of offers and requests.

At sign up, you will first provide a list of characters and relationships (be they platonic or romantic/sexual) you offer, as well as things you will absolutely not create for.

After that, you will detail your request, again giving characters and relationships, and what you do not want in your gift (DNWs).  You can also optionally, meaning your creator is not required to take these into account when making your gift, put in Likes (tropes, characterization, AUs, aspects of the relationships/characters you’d like a focus on, things you like in art, etc.) and Prompts (any specific story and art prompts you may have). There’s also a space to put any of your V details, if you have a custom one/s - visual references, background details that aren’t in the game, etc.; these are again optional for both you and your creator.

You can offer and request fic, art or both.

You are only expected to create one piece. You may offer to create fic, art, or both, but you’re only expected to do one.

Is NSFW/18+ content allowed?

Yes. The game itself is 18+ and contains sex scenes, and as stated above and in the rules, the exchange itself is 18+ participants only. When you sign up, you will be askedif you’re okay with having your gift contain sex/be of explicit sexual nature (full frontal nudity included for art) or not. NSFW content is opt-in. Additionally, if you say ‘yes’ it is not guaranteed you will for sure get NSFW fic/art. Note that this is not a smut exchange so you can’t request only NSFW fic/art.

Is this game-canon only or are things from Edgerunners or the tabletop allowed as well?

This is focused on the game, but Edgerunners and TTRPG are both allowed. Though make sure to respect it if your recipient says they don’t want anything outside of the game!

Rules

You must be aged 18 and up to participate in this exchange.

Maintain full anonymity! Do not talk anywhere about who you have as a recipient and do not post WIPs of your work either on social media or on discord. Don’t speculate about who your creator is either. After posting, you’re free to talk about it wherever you want. (If you’re a writer who uses a beta, you can tell them, but they are also expected to follow the ‘don’t talk about it’ rules.)

You must request and offer at least one character or relationship.

Requesting a character and requesting a relationship are two different things. Meaning: if you request a character, you will get matched with someone offering that character, NOT a relationship containing that character. The reverse also holds: requesting/offering a relationship will NOT get you matched with someone offering/requesting one of the characters in the relationship.

Please specify V’s gender when offering/requesting them. If you do not, I’ll assume you’re fine with any/all possibilities.

Ships between two Vs are only allowed if you have at least one other requested character/relationship as well. Same goes for OCs, in a ship or on their own. This is to ensure there’s someone who can actually make you a thing.

Respect your recipient’s Do Not Want’s (DNWs). Failure to do so will get your gift disqualified (and send your recipient for emergency pinch hitting) and if I find out you did it on purpose/maliciously, you will be banned from any future rounds of the exchange.

If you don’t put a character/relationship/trope/etc. in the DNW section in your sign up, I can’t do anything if you receive a gift containing that thing-you-don’t-like. Please take care and write out your DNWs; a long and exhaustive list of what you don’t want is perfectly fine, so don’t be shy. Short is fine as well. Just don’t leave it blank unless you’re really sure you’re fine with everything!

Optional details are optional! Meaning: even if something is in the Likes and Prompts boxes, the creator is not required to follow them. The only thing a creator MUST take into account when creating a gift is: DNWs, characters/relationships, yes or no to receiving NSFW.

You may change your sign-up details at any point before sign-ups close. Do so by messaging the official tumblr or via discord (#help-desk) (discord is likely to get you the fastest response). After sign-ups close, your details are final and cannot be changed.

Matching is based on ONE character OR relationship. Obviously I will try to match people with multiple offers to those who request multiple of the same characters and/or relationships, but it may end up not possible for some. Therefore, make sure all the characters and relationships you offer are ones you’re sure you can create for - each one may end up your only actual option.

Matching is final! Barring any errors I may make (accidentally giving you someone whose only request is a character you didn’t offer), no changes will be made.

During the check-in period you are required to affirm you’re still actively participating. This will happen the same way assignments are handed out, either over email or Discord DMs. You should strive to be at least halfway done by this point, but it’s not required and there’s no penalty to being behind or anything. People who don’t respond to the check-in will be assumed to have dropped out.

In case you cannot finish your gift, please say so as early as possible. I don’t need to know why, I just need to know quickly so I can find someone else to create a gift.

If you can finish your gift, but need an extension past the deadline, reach out to me via discord DMs or email.

In the event that you withdraw from the exchange and then your assigned creator does as well, you will not get sent to PHs and you will not receive a gift. Sorry!

As long as you submit a gift for your recipient, you are guaranteed a gift in return.

AI-generated writing or art is banned.

Approach all with good faith. Straightforward rule: don’t be a dick.

Remember to comment on your gift! I’m not going to hunt people down if they don’t comment on their gifts (I won’t be keeping track), but please do remember that it’s polite and feels good to have the work you put in acknowledged. If you don’t have anything to say, a simple thank you will suffice! And commenting late is better than never, so don’t feel bad if you forget/get distracted.

FAQ

What is ‘DNW’ exactly?

DNW stands for Do Not Want. That is, anything that you don’t want to appear in your gift and anything you will not create. This includes: any and all triggers, squicks, relationships/characters/tropes/interpretations/AUs/etc. that for whatever reason you don’t want to create or receive. An explanation for why you DNW something is not needed or expected. Respecting DNWs when creating gifts is mandatory.

What is a ‘pinch hit’/’pinch hitter’?

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[benjaminthewolf]

Internal Glow (Vore Story)

HAPPY VORE DAY!

I'm probably not coming back because I'm moving into my college dorms in a little over a week and then it's back to school. But I am here with you now to celebrate this special day!

I can't wait to see all your interpretations of this piece!

      The feral, beastly winds of the winter sink a snap of icy fangs into the twitching fingers of your tiny body whilst you grasp, in rigid agony, the curved surface of the screw’s head. A surface caked wholly in a layer of snow and ice, searing the stinging burn of their bitter frigidity deep into the skin of your palm, and down your forearm.

     Forcing an acceptance of the pain’s presence in order to wrench the frozen screw counterclockwise, you close your eyes and grunt whilst gathering your remaining energy into the tingling forearm. The screw makes a sort of metallic scraping sound as it grinds around within its socket.

    Reality roars into both your numbed, solid ears, while flurries of snow-and-ice-packed winds surge onto your being from the left. As if intent on hauling you up and among them, carrying your defeated, spasming form to the drift it would settle to die.

      You yank out the now sufficiently loosened screw, and drop it into the snow where it would meet with its three companions. The cover of the air duct clangs to the ground, the tunnel now open to you.

     You’re instantly pushed by your instincts to shove your quivering body inside, causing the external screams of the wind to give way to the jolt of an internal, tightening warmth. 

***

     Cautiously sliding your hand sideways through the leftmost slit of this new air duct cover, which stood between you and the house’s interior, your still chilled, yet better dexterous fingers tap their tips onto the screw head. The final one to unscrew, no less. You extend your arm further past the cover, in order to firmly grasp the metallic hemisphere. Twisting your wrist counterclockwise, you can feel the screw rising out of place, before pulling it out the remainder of the way. Finally, the screw falls to the carpet, and you slide your arm and hand back through the slit.          

     This duct cover makes a far softer landing onto the dark purple shag carpet, before you enter at last into the room. 

     It appears to be space and alien themed, with a color palette of dark purple, black, and bright green. The blanket on the bed, and many posters on the walls, contain the classic symbol of an alien head: bright green, and guitar-pick shaped, with black, almond-shaped eyes.

     You take a few steps forwards, pondering as to what, exactly, you’re going to do now.

     *THWACK*

     “Wh-ah-.....” the owner of the room stammers in sudden bewilderment, standing in front of the newly wide open door. You know he’s the owner, as the very same alien symbol is present on his black t-shirt. 

     As the stand-off continues, you take the opportunity to vehemently scrutinize the man’s appearance, as to add him to your records of the people you have encountered over the years.

     A purple striped long-sleeved shirt lies underneath his black t-shirt, and he wears a pair of glasses with purple rims and red lenses. His skin is pure white, his teeth are sharp and jagged; and his upwards pointing, somewhat spiky, jet-black hair has hot pink dyed tips. 

     His yellow eyes with black sclera narrow in building rage. 

     Your body stands unable to respond.

     “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?”

     Your eyes dart around in their sockets, searching vigorously for a good place to hide. In doing so, you note the sign taped onto the now-visible front of the door, telling you that, whoever this man is, his name is, (or at least he calls himself), “MJ 182”.

     “YOU…YOU! No. Nah. You know what?”

     MJ 182’s abrupt drop in volume sends a jostle of terror through your nerves.

     “GET’CH’YO ASS OVER HERE YOU PUNY LITTLE SHIT!”

     And thus, your body chooses flight.

     Jerking down onto all fours, your limbs propel you past MJ 182 and into the white carpeted hallway, following the sprinting motions of a wild mouse. Thrusting your arms outwards as your legs finish launching you forth, the slight amount of airtime you experience gives you the moments you need to haul your arms back towards your chest.

     “HEY! GET BACK HERE!” 

     You sense MJ 182 calling out behind you before heavy, rushing footsteps pound out the door. With them progressively gaining volume as time continues, it then becomes apparent that running away is no longer an option.

     Heaving your head upwards, your peripheral vision examines the states of the wooden doors on both sides of you. A slight crack in one door on the left lurches your attention to it, dragging your form behind as a result.

     Skidding to a halt on the dark red striped carpet once hidden behind the door’s shape, you soon hear MJ 182 sprinting past. Thus, you spend a few seconds hunched over, hands on your knees, simply catching your breath. Until the door creaks open and a looming shadow shrouds your field of view.

     Your body chooses freeze, and you find yourself unable to breathe. A pure white hand wraps its fingers around you to hoist you up off the floor. Your being gives a spasm as you brace to meet MJ 182’s furious, poignant face.

     A face bearing a tender, sympathetic gaze meets your frail form instead.

     “...who are you?” the face asks, with a smooth, soft, and gentle tone of voice. 

     “...why are you so cold?” it continues, with discernible rising concern.

     The face bears a pair of round, pink glasses, and a large purple hat with two long strips of cloth at each side. Two yellow strings dangle at the end of each strip, and atop the hat are two yellow horns. A light blue stripe lies upon the hat’s brim, under which hangs strands of jet-black hair.

     “Hey…I’m KC Glow.” The man eventually introduces himself. His other hand, retreated inside the long sleeve of his dark red striped hoodie-sweater which he wore backwards, rises up to give you a cautious stroke. “You were probably caught out in the winter storm…here, I’ll try to warm you up.”

     With that, KC Glow begins blowing humid air onto you from his dark purple mouth, before his sweater-covered palm delicately rubs itself over your body. With each huff, the steamy mist sinks deeper into your skin, ensconcing you within its breadth.

     A wavering exhale shivers out of your lungs, the tension in your muscles releasing.

     “KC GLOW? DID YOU SEE ANYTHING ENTER YOUR ROOM?”

     In the following moments, KC Glow’s instincts take over. With his eyes and sense of time both dilating in tandem, the palm that holds your being flies forwards, flinging you en route to his widened mouth. The instant a heavy weight lands on his tongue, his jaws click together.

     Suddenly, you are consciously aware of your situation. Gazing silently upon the rough ridges on KC Glow’s hard palate, while sprawled out on your back in immobilizing shock, you eventually turn your head to the right. Resting it upon the heated, squishy, dark purple tongue, you start becoming more attentive to the natural heat within the fleshy chamber. A voice then calls from outside.

     “KC GLOW?” MJ 182’s voice, lowered in both volume and intensity, repeats the man’s name. The door squeaks open as he enters the room.

     “Uh…eauh…no…I didt ee aythin…” KC Glow stammers in response, doing his best to not move his tongue or open his lips significantly.

     You press your back deep into the warm, pillowy muscle.

     “...what?” MJ 182 responds with genuine confusion.

     KC Glow’s jaws internally stretch as far as they can before his tongue swings to the right, dropping you into his right cheek. The slick, malleable pocket of dark purple muscle bulges outwards. KC Glow immediately attempts to suck in his cheek as close to his jaws as is comfortable for you.

     “I said I didn’t see anything!”

     You attempt to stand up as straight as possible in the curved pouch, your feet stabilizing you against KC Glow’s lower gum line. 

     MJ 182 raises an eyebrow just slightly. The sudden enlargement of the cheek hadn’t gone unnoticed by him. “Hey, what’s that in your cheek?”

     “What?” KC Glow asks in palpable discomfort.

     “Yeah, I saw that happen!” MJ 182’s voice raises in a subtle, accusatory tone. “What was that?”

     “...........air.”

     MJ 182’s eyebrows drop to his narrowed eyes. “Really, now?”

     With MJ 182 making his suspicions very obvious, reality slugs you in the face. You won’t be able to hide in here for much longer. The second KC Glow’s mouth was pried opened, it would be all over, probably for the both of you. 

     Left with literally no other option, your eyes begin to shift towards KC Glow’s dark purple pharynx.

     “Say aaaaah.”

     Thus, it became your turn for time to dilate around you.

     Crouching down and leaping through the gap between KC Glow’s jaws, your body rebounds upon the springy, sleek surface of the tongue. Swiveling around midair towards the back of KC Glow’s throat, the subsequent bounce launches your momentum forwards, resulting in a collision with the man’s bulbous, dangling, dark purple uvula. Gravity drags you to the ground near the root of the tongue, the uvula swinging frantically above you, where you’re able to gaze into KC Glow’s laryngopharynx below. The front of your face can just barely detect the short, heavy breaths heaving in and out the man’s lungs through his larynx. His vocal cords almost appear tightened from inability to respond to MJ 182.

     Shoving your arms up underneath your chest, you push the weight of your being forwards, and watch as the epiglottis flops over the laryngeal inlet whilst the pharyngeal constrictor muscles slip you past the upper esophageal sphincter.

     And then, everything was over.

     “Come on, buddy. Open up. You don’t have anything to hide in there, do you?”

     “No!”

     “Then open up!”

     That's when KC Glow became aware that you’re no longer inside his mouth. Yet, with his top priority at the moment being getting MJ 182 off his case, he opens it up. Any and all thoughts and emotions about this fact would have to wait until later.

     MJ 182 shoves his face right up to the thing, to find… nothing. Eyes narrowing in instantaneous disbelief, he steps back to angle his view towards KC Glow’s left cheek pouch. Empty. Then his right cheek pouch. Empty as well.

     “Push your tongue all the way out.” he orders. 

     KC Glow obliges.

     Glaring zealously down at KC Glow’s pharynx, his tonsils, larynx, and epiglottis all on full display, MJ 182 spends twenty-three seconds strenuously examining the area. Only to come up empty, again.

     Steadily pulling back his mellowed, yet flabbergasted face, he merely stands still for a few seconds, dumbfounded to his very core.

     “Dang. I…guess I was wrong.”

     Within the resulting silence, KC Glow detects something relatively large and bulky squelching its way down his esophagus.

     “I uh…wow. Sorry about that, man.” MJ 182 continues. Realizing seconds later that KC Glow is still in shock from the whole situation, he turns towards the door, instead of waiting for a response. “I’m just gonna leave you alone now.” he concludes before turning the doorknob, walking out, and closing the door behind him.

     Halfway down KC Glow’s esophagus, you realize you are finally safe.

     Your body huffs out a shudder whilst the esophageal muscles behind you contract. The muscles in front of you simultaneously relax, squeezing you further down towards KC Glow’s stomach.

     And yet, that fact doesn’t scare you at all.

     Why would it?

     KC Glow on the outside, meanwhile, finally processes the situation.

     “Uh………are you ok in there?” he pulls himself together sufficiently enough to ask.

     It’s a little difficult to hear him since you’ve slipped into his chest region by now, causing his heart rate to boom through your form, but you nonetheless attempt to assure him that you feel perfectly safe at the moment.

     “Great! Should I get you out now?” There is a rising undertone of panic present in his voice.

     In an effort to quench this panic, you assure KC Glow with full confidence that you’re going to be perfectly fine.

     The instant your words hit KC Glow’s brain, he jostles in a horrified stun, his brain crackling and staggering in error as it fails to process your words. His nervous system frazzles with confusion and uncertainty. Instinct, intuition, and rationality all come to the same consensus. He inhales a labored breath in an attempt to say something about the danger you’re in, semi-voluntarily lifting a finger as he does. Only to realize after that he has absolutely no idea what to say. Or how to say it.

      Deep inside KC Glow’s dark purple esophagus, a subtle grin of comfort forms on your face as you soak in the tactile sensation of the cushiony esophageal walls which squeeze in against your being before releasing. The rhythmic squelching presses the walls’ natural heat and glossy texture against your skin. Though of course, you know it’s only a matter of time before the esophagus would drop you to your ultimate destination.

     A deep, echoey gurgle releases somewhere below you, and you give a nod of acknowledgment that that time is soon approaching. 

     KC Glow, meanwhile, remains locked in incapacity to wrap his head around your current behavior. Your profound, unwavering confidence in your safety. Any possible logic, any possible interpretation, anything that would make it all make sense. He simply can’t find it.

     “But…how?! How are you so sure you’ll be ok?!” he eventually yelps out, the tension and worry even stronger in his voice. He sits himself down upon the edge of his light red blanketed bed, just in case his sense of balance fails him.

     You almost feel sorry that KC Glow doesn’t know. But you know. You always know. Unable to provide him the full answer, you simply insist he trust you on this. 

     KC Glow senses a twinge in his heart. For a while, the muscle beats at allegro. His vocal cords quiver with well foreseen inarticulacy. What to do in this situation is something entirely lost to him.

     Eventually, however, he resigns himself to silence as he scoots himself into the wall which his bed lies against. He places a sweater-covered hand over his abdominal region, and braces himself for the worst. His heart settles back to moderato. 

     Grounded upon this slow, steady tempo, the low-tone stomach below provides a rumbling melody. Improvised solos of growls and gurgles periodically interject. Occasionally, a high-pitched note is reached, before the peak gives way to the valley once more.

     At last, the lower esophageal sphincter enters your view. The instant your head is squeezed out, you can see that KC Glow’s stomach walls, like the rest of his digestive system, are colored dark purple. Finally, the rest of your body slips beyond the esophagus, and you plunge into the juices below.

     KC Glow convulses as he senses the resulting splash. His stomach begins sloshing and churning more actively, and gives an audible growl from the outside.

     “I-” KC Glow’s eyes begin to well up as the reality of the situation fully kicks in. “I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE! ARE YOU ALIVE?” tears begin to stream down his cheeks as the prospect of receiving no answer ruthlessly overwhelms his mind and senses.

     “Yeah I’m alive!” you respond. 

     Why wouldn’t you be?

     Standing within the pool of harmless stomach juices, you begin to wade your way over to the stomach walls.

     “B-But aren’t you questioning why the liquids aren’t digesting you? ‘Cause I am! Why is it not digesting you? How-how is this working? WHY? HOW?” KC Glow cries with a strained, shaky voice.

     Sealed within KC Glow’s stomach, you are only able to shrug your shoulders. 

     You knew how it worked. You just never questioned why it worked. Why would you question it? What would the point even be?

     You tell KC Glow that there’s no point in questioning it, as you lie yourself down against the squishy, cushiony walls.

     “.....so you’re going to be ok?” a wholly defeated KC Glow squeaks out.

     Snuggling up against the goopy, churning walls of his stomach, you assure KC Glow that you’re both perfectly fine, and extremely comfortable.

     You nuzzle your head into the warm, pillowy, shifting smooth muscles, before rubbing them over with your hands, hoping this will help him calm down. 

     “...I don’t understand how you can just…accept it. Even if you don’t get hurt.” KC Glow speaks up again. “Don’t you want to know why, and how this is happening? This goes against…everything we know, and you act like it’s completely normal! Like everyone knows that, how, and why this works! You should be getting scientists to do a case study on you! You could be famous! You could take partial credit for any scientific advances that happen from the scientific community understanding what’s happening right now!”

     With the gurgles echoing around your ears, and the stomach’s internal heat ensconcing your skin, you attempt to dissapear into the surrounding ambiance.

     “I was terrified for your life, and you acted like you expected me to act the same as you! Don’t you understand how-” KC Glow’s speech halts. 

     “No…no…that’s enough from me. That’s more than enough.” you can sense deep regret in his voice.

     “Please forget I said anything at all! You just wanted to get comfortable after getting through a life-or-death situation, and now I’m just…” a silent, steady flow of tears trickles from KC Glow’s tear ducts and onto the body of his sweater over his abdominal region. He places his two sweater-sleeve covered hands on top of the area.

     “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry!” he sobs audibly before his head falls straight into his chest. “This wasn’t supposed to happen! It wasn’t supposed to be like this!”

     Sinking deeper into KC Glow’s rumbling, cushiony stomach walls, you ponder what you could possibly say to make the poor man feel better.