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Intertwined and tangled up- A NSFW Veredith fic

In the dimly lit living room of V's apartment, the air was charged with desire as V and Meredith found themselves entangled on the couch. The neon lights, casting their vibrant glow, paint the room in hues of blue. The air is tinged with a faint scent of stale grease from the leftover takeout boxes scattered haphazardly on the coffee table.

Their bodies pressed against each other, their eyes locked in a passionate gaze. As they playfully teased each other, their words dripped with anticipation and longing. V's heart raced as Meredith leaned in, her warm breath grazing V's earlobe. 

"You've been a naughty girl, haven't you?" Meredith purred her voice a seductive melody that sent shivers down V's spine.

V smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. 

"How cheesy… but maybe I have," she whispered, her voice filled with playful submission. "But I know you're the only one who can handle me, who can make me surrender completely."

With that invitation, Meredith's hand slipped beneath V's panties, exploring the soft curves of her inner thigh. Her touch was electrifying, igniting a fire within V's core. As her fingers danced delicately along V's sensitive part, V let out a moan of pleasure, her body arching slightly in response.

Meredith reaches out to the drawer—The newest model of a Double-Headed Dildo Strap-On. 

“With a dual-headed design, the strap-on can make connections between partners. The first head delicately nestles inside the wearer's vagina. Simultaneously, a unique cup attachment stimulates the wearer's clit, elevating pleasure. As the dildo glides inside, the wearer can experience the tantalizing wetness and warmth of their partner, heightening the intimacy and arousing their deepest desires.”

The lovers exchanged an eager glance, their desire evident in their eyes, as they decided to put the extraordinary toy to the test.

As the moment of connection approaches, Meredith's dominant nature takes over. With a commanding presence, she guides V onto the bed, positioning her body just as she desires. The click of the strap-on's buckle fills the room, amplifying the tension between them. Meredith's fingers graze V's skin, igniting trails of goosebumps, and a wicked smile spreads across her face. She relishes the power she holds over V's pleasure.

V's body quivers in response to Meredith's touch. She yearns to be taken, to surrender completely to the pleasure that awaits her. As the strap-on enters her, V's breath catches, and her mind is consumed by a whirlwind of sensations.

Meredith guides the first head of the dildo towards her own wetness, feeling it slide inside her, filling her with an exquisite fullness. The cup on this end envelopes her swollen clit, its gentle suction immediately setting her aflame with desire. The dual sensations elicit moans of delight from Meredith as she begins to move, finding a rhythm that rocks her world.

Meanwhile, V gasps as she takes in the other end of the dildo, feeling the lifelike texture against her most sensitive areas. She grasps the sheets, surrendering to the intense sensations that ripple through her body.

Their bodies become a symphony of desire, moving in perfect harmony, each thrust a testament to their unspoken connection. Meredith's hips undulate, propelling the dildo deeper into V, eliciting gasps and cries of ecstasy. The passion builds, and the room becomes filled with the intoxicating sounds of their shared pleasure.

Meredith, still basking in the euphoria of their previous encounter, allowed her hands to wander across V's body. With a newfound hunger, she focused her attention on the sensitive nipples, firm and erect, awaiting her touch.

Fingers dancing with a tantalizing touch, Meredith circled around the peaks of V's breasts, causing shivers of delight to ripple through her lover's body. She applied varying degrees of pressure, gently squeezing and rolling the hardened nubs between her fingertips, driving V to the edge of ecstasy.

V's breathing quickened as Meredith's skilled touch sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating from her chest to her core. Each flick, pinch, and caress ignited a fiery desire within her, further stoking the flames of their shared passion.

Driven by an insatiable urge to explore every facet of their connection, V positioned herself above Meredith's face, her wetness beckoning, aching to be tasted. As V's pussy descended upon her lover's waiting mouth, Meredith welcomed the intimate contact, the sweet scent and taste of arousal enveloping her senses.

With eager determination, Meredith flicked her tongue against V's swollen clit, teasing and suckling it with expert precision. The room filled with the symphony of their pleasure, the wet sounds of their intimate connection, as V rocked her hips, grinding against Meredith's mouth, seeking deeper contact.

V surrendered herself to the blissful torment of Meredith's oral ministrations, her body quivering with delight. The soft fabric of the couch pressed against her back, amplifying the sensations coursing through her, heightening her pleasure with every passing moment.

As V's arousal intensified, the rhythmic movements of her hips became more urgent, grinding against Meredith's eager mouth. The powerful sensations rippled through her body, building the tension coiled deep within her. With a primal cry, V succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure, waves of ecstasy crashing over her in a breathtaking release.

Meredith reveled in the taste and scent of V's pleasure, lapping and swirling her tongue, ensuring every last drop was savored. The bond between them deepened as their connection transcended the physical, an intimate exchange of pleasure and desire that knew no boundaries.

Meredith and V embraced the raw and unfiltered nature of their desires. Their bodies entwined, their minds consumed by a primal hunger, they indulged in the pleasures that only they could provide each other.

Meredith pulled V close, their bodies molded together in an intimate embrace. Their limbs intertwined, hearts pounding in unison, they sought solace and connection in the tender act of spooning.

But even in their gentle closeness, the raw hunger still lingered between them. Meredith, driven by an insatiable desire to please, allowed her hand to wander down V's body, fingers tracing a path of fiery anticipation.

With a sudden surge of intensity, Meredith's fingers plunged into V's wetness, immediately finding the sweet spot within her depths. The roughness of her touch contrasted with the tenderness of their connection, driving V to the edge of ecstasy with each demanding thrust of her hand.

V gasped and moaned, her body surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her veins. Meredith's fingers expertly explored her innermost sanctum, relentlessly teasing and stroking the sensitive walls that craved her touch. The room reverberated with the sounds of their unfiltered passion—a symphony of moans and sighs blending with the wetness of their union.

As Meredith's movements intensified, V's pleasure skyrocketed, her body trembling on the precipice of release. The waves of pleasure crashed over her, building in intensity until she could no longer contain the surge of ecstasy within her.

With an uninhibited cry, V succumbed to the powerful climax that consumed her. Her body convulsed in rapture, releasing a cascade of cum and squirt that drenched them both, a testament to the intensity of their connection and the depths of their desire.

The aftermath of their mutual pleasure painted their bodies, a delicious mixture of fluids and shared ecstasy. As they lay entangled in each other's arms, their breaths mingling in the hushed aftermath, they reveled in the raw and unfiltered nature of their intimate bond.

[veredith]

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Penthouse Night Heist

V and Owen descended the staircase, both attired in formal clothing complete with ties and other such "corpo shit." Though V enjoyed the feeling of familiarity that dressing up brought, she hadn't forgotten why they were there.

The penthouse belonged to a wealthy corpo who was hosting an event. They could have simply stormed in and taken what they needed, but Wakako had other plans, so they opted for a stealthier approach.

Despite the temptation to charge in guns blazing, they knew that approach was not what their fixer Wakako had in mind. For the right amount of eddies, they were going to exercise stealth this time. Owen, however, grumbled about the tight suit he was forced to wear, constantly fidgeting and adjusting his tie.

"Aw come on, you don't look too bad in these," V teased, her eyes alight with a mysterious glint. She reminded him about the eddies once again, keeping their focus on the task at hand.

As their target approached, V locked eyes with him, honing in on the keycard they needed. They blended into the crowd, silently following him to a corner where the security system had already been taken down. It was Owen's moment to shine.

"It's your time to shine, baby," V whispered, nodding to Owen before he gave her a thumbs-up and disappeared into the shadows. With a blink of an eye, he silently took the target down from behind and retrieved the keycard. Together, they made their way into the master bedroom.

As V searched for the "stuff" Wakako wanted, Owen took a moment to light a cigarette and leaned against the desk, taking a deep breath.

"There better be whiskey in here," he muttered, his frustration with the tight suit still evident. V quickly found what they were after.

"Got it, baby. Now you have as much whiskey as you want," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice. Owen let out a sigh of relief, quickly unbuttoning his shirt.

"So, we're going back the same way we came and make some noise or…" Owen trailed off, pointing to the window.

As V zipped up the small bag containing the "stuff," she looked outside the window and examined the situation below. They were high up in the penthouse and the view of the city was breathtaking, but it was also their way out.

V "I don't think we can go back the same way, they'll have security crawling all over the place."

Owen takes a puff of his cigarette, "So we jump out the window and land on the street? You're insane."

V smirked, "You're the one who wanted to fuck shit up earlier."

Owen chuckled, "Touché."

They quickly made their way towards the window, and without any hesitation, they both jumped out, free-falling towards the ground below. V's heart was racing, but she kept her cool and activated her Mantis Blades, which allowed her to land gracefully on the ground. Owen wasn't as skilled, but he managed to land on his feet, albeit stumbling a bit.

As they were making their escape, they could hear the commotion behind them, the sound of alarms blaring and footsteps pounding on the floor. They ran through the dark alleys, trying to avoid any attention, but they could feel the adrenaline coursing through their veins.

Once they were a safe distance away, they stopped to catch their breath. V looked over at Owen, who was still panting heavily.

V: "Not too shabby, huh?"

Owen looked up and grinned, "Yeah, not bad for corpo shit."

They both laughed, feeling a sense of exhilaration and satisfaction from completing the gig. It was moments like these that made their dangerous lifestyle worth it.

V: "Let's get paid and celebrate with some whiskey, huh?"

Owen nodded in agreement, and they headed back to their car, ready to hand over the "stuff" to Wakako and collect their hard-earned eddies.

After successfully completing their mission, V and Owen made their way back to their hideout. They were both relieved and excited, knowing that they had just earned a substantial amount of eddies for their efforts.

As they entered their hideout, V went straight to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of beer. She poured a glass for herself as Owen flopped down onto the couch, still dressed in his formal suit.

V held the glass in her hand and sat down next to him. Owen let out a deep sigh of satisfaction. "That was a damn good gig," he said.

V smiled. "Yeah, it was. And we made a lot of eddies too."

Owen nodded. "That we did. And you know what that means?"

"What?" V asked.

"Whiskey time," Owen said with a grin.

V chuckled. "Alright, let's break out the whiskey."

They both got up from the couch and made their way to the kitchen. Owen pulled out a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet and poured two glasses.

They sat back down on the couch and clinked their glasses. They both took a sip and savored the taste.

V leaned back into the couch and let out a contented sigh. "You know, I think we make a pretty good team."

Owen nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we do. We should do more gigs like this together."

V smiled. "I'm down for that."

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From Corporate Agent to Mercenary: A Biography Of V

As the neon-lit streets of Night City bustled with life, there was one figure who seemed to stand out amongst the crowds - V.

Little was known about the enigmatic mercenary, save for her gender and age, 27. Even her real name remained shrouded in mystery, as did her exact birth date - all that was certain was that she was born in Heywood in the year 2049.

But it wasn't just her anonymity that made her unique. V was a former Arasaka agent turned solo, wielding a prototype Shingen Mark V as her weapon of choice. Her abilities were as deadly as they were varied, with a mastery of net running and assassination. Her garage was just as impressive as her arsenal, housing both a sleek Mai Mai and a powerful ARCH Nazare "Itsumade".

But what truly set V apart were her striking features -hair as blue as the sky, and kiroshi pupils that shimmered like pearls. It was no wonder that many whispered about her in the dark alleys and smokey bars of Night City. Yet despite her reputation as a ruthless mercenary, there were those who couldn't help but be drawn to her mysterious aura.

V's early life was shrouded in mystery, much like the rest of her enigmatic existence. She was born in Heywood, but no one knew who her blood parents were - she had been abandoned on the streets, left to fend for herself. It wasn't long before she was taken in by the Valentino gang, who raised her as their own.

As V grew older, many assumed that she would follow in the footsteps of her surrogate family and become a full-fledged member of the Valentinos. But V had other plans - she knew that the gang life was not for her, and so she made the difficult decision to leave for good.

It was during this time that she sought counsel from the padre, who listened to her reasons for leaving and wished her good luck on her journey. From that moment on, V was a lone wolf, relying only on her own wits and skills to survive in the dangerous world of Night City.

It wasn't long before her unparalleled net-running abilities caught the attention of Arasaka, the most powerful corporation in the city. V was thrilled at the invitation to work for the counter-intelligence division, eager to prove herself and live a life of luxury and power. But little did she know that her decision to join the corporation would set off a chain of events that would change her life forever.

For six years, V had been a loyal servant of Arasaka, working her way up the ranks with her skills and unwavering devotion.

But everything changed in an instant when she was ordered to assassinate a target, only to find herself betrayed by her own superior. The shock and betrayal were almost too much for V to bear, and it was only thanks to the intervention of Jackie Welles that she managed to escape with her life.

Despite their rocky past, Jackie took V in, showing her nothing but kindness and understanding. Mama Welles, too, welcomed V into their home and treated her like one of their own. Slowly but surely, V began to rebuild her life, helping Mama with El Coyote's business and finding solace in the warmth of their family.

But V couldn't shake the feeling of shame and guilt that came with her abandonment of her roots and the gang that had raised her. When she ran into the padre again, she accepted his offer of a ride and they caught up on old times. But their journey was interrupted by members of the Sixth Street gang, who made a grave mistake by disrespecting the padre.

V took matters into her own hands, showing the gang members the error of their ways and proving that she had not forgotten her roots. The padre was relieved to see that V still had the fire of Heywood within her, and he urged her to come back to the gang. But V refused, determined to forge her own path and leave behind the shackles of any organization or corporation.

As V traversed the bustling streets of Night City, memories of her past life as a corporate agent continued to haunt her. But she had come a long way since then, and her days were now spent as a skilled mercenary, taking on gigs with her partner Jackie. However, V's lack of experience and skills began to prove problematic during their assignments. Jackie, a mentor and a friend, saw her struggle and offered his guidance, teaching her the ropes slowly but surely.

As their partnership blossomed, V found herself forming bonds with others in the city. T-Bug, Vic, Misty, and Mama Welles all became a part of her life. For the first time since leaving the corporation, V found people who cared for her and loved her.

But when a big gig came their way, V's intuition warned her that something was off. She had developed a keen eye for seeing through people's lies during her years at Arasaka, and she knew that the fixer Dexter was unreliable from the moment she met him. Despite her reservations, V and Jackie proceeded with the gig, relying on V's past experience to make it through.

Everything should have gone according to plan, but it didn't. Jackie, the person who had taken her in when she was at her lowest, who had become her family and her protector, was gone. V was left with feelings of guilt and regret, blaming herself for his death even though the relic had saved her own life.

Now, V's sole purpose was to seek revenge on Arasaka and anyone else who had caused her pain.

Her newfound family and friends were her motivation to keep going, to protect them at all costs. V knew that she could never repay Jackie for everything he had done for her, but she would honor his memory by living the life he had taught her, with resilience, courage, and an unbreakable will.

As V restarted her life as a solo, she found that some old habits from her corpo days had managed to cling to her. But V quickly discovered that her experience in the corporate world gave her an advantage in her new profession. Her expertise as a net runner allowed her to easily craft false identities and infiltrate high-security events undetected. V knew how to blend in seamlessly, to dress and speak the part, making her invisible to any potential suspicion.

With her skills and Jackie's teachings, V quickly made a name for herself in the dangerous and ruthless streets of Night City. She achieved all the goals she and Jackie had dreamed of, becoming one of the most sought-after mercenary in the city.

Yet, V never forgot her roots and the people who had shown her kindness. Mama Welles was like a mother to her, and V longed for her to live with her. But Mama Welles refused, so V bought several properties near El Coyote, ensuring she could visit her anytime. V knew that her family would always be her priority, even in the midst of her thrilling and dangerous new life.

-Additional Information-

V's love for music and relaxation took her to some of the most elegant and stylish bars in Night City. She enjoyed the vibes of different genres and the way the melodies captivated her mind. But V didn't just stop there, her passion for jazz took her on long drives through the city, where she could be lost in the rhythm and melody of her favorite songs.

When V wasn't driving around, she found herself in her mansion by the poolside, her own private sanctuary in the midst of the bustling city. The sound of the water and the serene atmosphere of her mansion was the perfect way to unwind after a long day of mercenary work. But there were times when the mansion just wasn't enough, and V would check into the Dark Matter Hotel, where she could indulge in the luxurious amenities and pampering services.

It was at one of these hotels that V met Kerry, a fellow music enthusiast who shared her love for jazz. They quickly became good friends and bonded over their love for music and the finer things in life. Together, they would take trips on yachts, sipping on champagne and enjoying the company of one another. Sometimes they would discuss music, and their thoughts on the world, and other times they would simply enjoy the peace and quiet of the open sea.

In a city where danger lurked at every corner, V found solace in her hobbies. It was through music, relaxation, and the company of friends that she found a sense of balance and tranquility in her chaotic life as a mercenary. These moments of peace were fleeting, but they were essential for her to recharge and face the challenges of Night City head-on.

V had always been a lone wolf, forced to fend for herself in a world that had abandoned her. She had grown up without parents, without a home, without any sense of belonging. But despite her tough exterior, V had a soft spot for those who were also struggling. She had a deep sense of justice, and she was not afraid to take matters into her own hands to right the wrongs she saw in the world.

Her ties to the Valentino Gang and the Haywood district were strong, but they did not define her. She refused to be pigeonholed by anyone or anything. She would always take the side of truth and justice, even if it meant offending those close to her.

V's cold and detached persona often made people think that she had no feelings, but that was far from the truth. She had a soft side that she kept hidden away, only revealing it to a select few. She had a deep sense of loyalty and cared deeply for the people she considered family.

V's makeshift family consisted of Vic, Misty, and Mama Welles. They were the ones who had always been there for her, even when no one else was. They had become the family she never had, and she cherished them more than anything else in the world.

If there was one thing that V knew for sure, it was that she would never leave Night City without her makeshift family. They were her support system, her backbone, and her reason for continuing to fight for justice. Despite her love-hate relationship with the city, she knew that her family would always be there to see her through the toughest times.

V's relationships with Takemura and Johnny were both complex and meaningful in their own ways. Takemura was someone V had known from her past life as a Corpo, and although they had different views on the world now, she still considered him a friend. She admired his dedication to his cause, even if she could no longer agree with it herself. Their conversations often turned to debates about the nature of power and control, and V valued his perspective as someone who had seen the inner workings of the corporate world.

On the other hand, Johnny was someone V had been forcibly linked to after the death of her friend Jackie. At first, she found him irritating and abrasive, constantly butting heads with him over their differing personalities and goals. But over time, V came to see Johnny as a valuable companion and confidant. He pushed her to see things from different angles, to challenge her assumptions about the world and herself. He may have been a digital construct in her mind, but to V he was as real as any person she had ever known.

Despite the differences between these two relationships, they shared one common trait - they were both important to V's growth and development as a person. Takemura represented her past, a reminder of who she used to be and what she had fought to leave behind. Johnny represented her future, a reminder that even in the darkest of times there was always the potential for something new and unexpected to arise. Together, they both helped V navigate the complexities of Night City and find her place in a world that was constantly changing.

After a few unsuccessful attempts at dating, including a few people like River and Judy, V never found anyone that truly made her heart skip a beat. After her peaceful breakups with both of them, she had almost given up on finding love. But then, fate intervened in the form of a mysterious woman named Meredith Stout. V had saved Meredith's life during a past gig with Jackie but never expected to see her again. To V's surprise, Meredith reappeared in her life and the two quickly became inseparable. At first, V was hesitant to trust Meredith, seeing her as just another cold, heartless corpo executive. But as she got to know her better, V discovered a softer, more vulnerable side to Meredith that she couldn't resist. They spent countless nights together, talking about their pasts, their dreams, and their fears. V knew that she had finally found the person she had been searching for all along, and she was determined to hold on to her no matter what.