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Johnny Silverhand x V

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64650802

Title: Atonement

Despair, sorrow, the ache of parting, perseverance, and eternal affection. These feelings and thoughts that torment him are undoubtedly his penance for his wrongdoings. He’s not exactly a role model or someone to admire, but he was determined and held strong beliefs. He cared excessively and yet insufficiently, all simultaneously. Far away but too near, he found no compromise, no boundaries to fade.

He adored Rogue, still does; but he has discovered someone he would set the world ablaze for. He believed it was impossible to love anyone more than he loved Rogue. He isn't quite aware of how it occurred, how it started; he simply plunged into the abyss known as love. He desired to loathe her, wished to tear her throat with his teeth, wanted her to die. Eventually, hate transformed into love. They are a single entity; there is no division between them, as two souls coexist as one. They ought not to be alive, yet here they exist, a unique instance, an anomaly.

Every day he notices her spirit fading, her strength diminishing, and he feels powerless to assist. He can do nothing but observe as she gradually declines before him; this is his penance. The anguish of being tortured, the unfairness, and the distress of losing something valuable.

Everyone exists while experiencing some form of recompense. He suffers through the agony, feeling as if he's being stabbed by a sword repeatedly. To atone for the wrongs he committed in his previous life. He believes that the sole method to atone for the wrongdoing is to sacrifice something; if he loses her, he’ll also lose himself in the journey.

He can listen to her thoughts, senses her fear running through her, and she realizes she has little time left. She makes an effort to be resilient, yet she’s merely a powerless girl. Hope is gone, utterly absent, there is no remedy. They ought to have realized that the deeper their attachment, the more difficult it gets to cope. He understands that as long as they live, they are destined to separate. A happy ending was never in the cards, particularly not for someone like him.

He constantly wonders, what is his redemption? By experiencing the happiness of loving someone and the pain of losing them. He can understand the suffering of those who lost their loved ones because of him. He recalls the woman who shared that her spouse perished at Arasaka tower. He recalls her animosity, the anguish in her gaze; she was an empty shell, a vessel of hate. And he wonders if it signifies that he must suffer the anguish of witnessing V die as his penance. A soul for a soul.

He carries regrets and memories he reflects upon, words he wishes to express and listen to. He reflects that he desires to pass away beneath the same moon as she does. Curious if they might simply experience a tranquil passing side by side. Reclining beneath the moon, they gaze at each other while taking their last breath. He never imagined he could be a romantic, yet V inspires him to become a better person. If only their paths crossed differently, in an alternate reality. If reincarnation exists, he’d wish to reunite with her beneath the same moon.

She's resting while he remains beside her; they share a love that remains unspoken, yet deeply felt. Every night, he keeps watch over her, whispering the things he longs to say to her when she is awake. "I wanted you to fall for me, yet it appears I was the one who fell first." He leans in to kiss her cheek, aware that it will only intensify the hurt. He discovered a sense of tranquility because of her.

He picks up a cigarette and takes a drag, the smoke glows in the artificial light that comes through her window. He no longer makes an effort to hold back the tears that are about to fall. Each day she appears more unwell, her body faltering, yet she remains his most treasured masterpiece. He hopes she will proceed with removing him from her, to offer her a chance at survival. He’d feel more fulfilled knowing he perished for her sake, yet that wouldn’t accomplish his atonement. Thus, they will pass away together on a night like this, preferably in a tranquil place, far from the chaotic throngs of Night City. Two lovers embraced beneath a moonlit sky, exchanging vows they won’t voice, yet will still be felt. He wishes they were the only ones left in this world.

Too hard to live a normal life, too soft to continue living on without her. He’s always seemed so intangible, so nonchalant about the world. He always appears so flippant, and callous, and without a care. And yet in the end, he is such a lonely man.

He finds himself gazing at her sleeping face slightly longer than normal, pondering if it will be the last time.

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Cullen Rutherford x Fem! Inquisitor

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64614538

Title: I’ll put my guard down for you

Soft winds caress the trees, leaves softly drifting down until they kiss the ground. The air is filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread and garden herbs, creating a serene atmosphere. There's a subtle chill in the air, suggesting that frigid winter evenings are on the horizon and will cover everything in a pristine white.

The dark sky will soon prevail, and only the stars and moon will be seen; every star she gazes at will merely evoke thoughts of Cullen. Stars that lead someone back home, they will direct her to him. She stands on a section of the battlement that overlooks the garden, making everyone appear tiny from her elevated position.

She nearly dismisses all her concerns and fears, the fatigue quickly removed from her shoulders, if only for a brief time. Liliana and Josephine have kept her occupied, leaving her little time for herself, much less an opportunity to talk to Cullen beyond their meetings at the war table.

She attempts to avoid thinking about him, but it doesn't work. He invades her dreams both day and night; he’s enchanted her, that must be the reason.

From their very first meeting, she was captivated by him; she recalls feeling as though she'd encountered an angel, and she continues to hold that belief. His golden locks glimmered under the sun, and his hazel eyes resembled golden amber. He’s handsome, and she greedily admires him whenever she gets the opportunity.

Varric presses her to admit the truth, yet her fear prevents her. She’s an elf and a mage to top it off, and she’s certain he wouldn’t desire a woman such as herself. Varric looks at her with disbelief every time, confirming to her that Cullen is smitten with her and that her emotions are mutual. She won’t listen, preventing herself from believing such lovely words. Varric possesses a talent for words, adept at crafting them to instill belief. She won't accept his deceit cloaked in sweetness; if she surrenders and admits the truth, she'd undoubtedly embarrass herself.

She notices footsteps coming closer and sees Varric nearing her; he gives her a smile and halts a short distance away. He places his hands on his hips while scanning the area, “Are you hiding now, Inquisitor?” His voice playfully mocks as he gazes at her.

“No, I simply wanted some fresh air.” She exhales deeply, a feeling of tiredness washes over her, but she brushes it aside. He makes a humming sound in recognition, extending his hand for an object.

"Here, this is for you." He gives her a copy of his newest edition of Swords & Shields. She perceives it as bewilderment obscures her expression.

“A reward for allowing me to accompany you to hand it over to Cassandra. Besides, you might learn a thing or two.” He laughs as he recalls Cassandra’s response coming back to him.

“Thanks, Varric.” She gives him a smile, seems she'll need to find time to read the initial book. It will be something for her and Cassandra to bond over.

“Sparkles was inquiring about you; I figured you’d want to know.” He walks away, leaving her no chance to reply.

As she strolls toward Cullen’s room, curiosity envelops her; the breeze gently touches her skin, the sky is now dotted with stars and the moon, making her feel like a lovesick dreamer. Upon arriving at the door, she knocks and then enters, not pausing for an answer. He’s seated in his chair, hand massaging his temples. He appears fatigued, a lock of hair drapes over his face, he’s truly exquisite.

She hears a melody, but it’s just Cullen sighing. Everything he does appears enchanting, he fascinates her so. How she yearns to kiss him and softly express her love and admiration for him. He glances upward and spots her, promptly rising from his chair to welcome her.

“Inquisitor. My apologies, I didn't notice you knocking." Fatigue etched on his expression as he gazes at her.

"That's perfectly fine, Cullen. Varric mentioned that you were inquiring about me, so I figured I’d drop by.” She feels relieved that he didn't throw something at her again this time. She’s relieved that he has stopped using lyrium.

"I haven’t spoken to Varric today; I’ve been stuck here all day." A look of confusion displayed on his face. She exhales in frustration; of course Varric had lied.

"Since I’m already here, how about we go outside to talk? I'm confident that the fresh air will assist you in settling down a little." He gazes at the documents that are yet to be completed. "I believe that could be a prudent choice." He approaches her while he opens the door, allowing her to go out ahead of him.

They stroll along the battlements, faint voices and laughter are audible from beneath. Silence occupies the spaces between them, with neither certain of what to say to the other.

“The sky at night is beautiful, isn’t it?” Cullen fumbles the words while he massages the back of his neck.

"It is, the days will soon be growing colder too." She isn't certain what further words to express, still holding the book that Varric gifted her. She notices him looking at it, yet he doesn’t pose any inquiries.

“Cullen, I have feelings for you, and—” She exhales deeply, her words trapped in her throat. She ought not to have said anything. She isn't quite certain why she acted that way; she's always had a romantic nature. The stars shine above, and he’s far too close to her; she couldn’t resist.

He appears surprised by her sudden confession; she recognizes this and interprets it as a bad omen. She will need to bid farewell to her heart.

"I also care about you. I doubted that this could happen for us; we're in the midst of a war, and you’re the inquisitor." They are both clumsy idiots as they attempt to express their emotions.

They halt in their steps, gazing at each other; the moon floats above them as Cullen leans in to kiss her. The kiss is tender and intense; it’s everything she has longed for. A soft sigh escapes her mouth as she holds onto his armor. He steps away, “I apologize—that was…uh… really nice.” A timid smile emerges on his face, the flush is visible even in the dark around them.

She draws him in again for another kiss. Joy filling her heart as she silently offers a prayer of gratitude to the Maker, she knows she must also express her thanks to Varric. His lies wrapped in honey enabled her to ultimately declare her affection for the one she admires.

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Dum Dum x V

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64614028

Title: Spice up your life, come get a brat

For months, they’ve been fucking without labeling it. They hesitate to initiate the discussion, both fearful of the reality and facing it. Thus, they set it aside for another day, but for the moment, she is happy with their rendezvous for two.

She had been teasing him all morning, deliberately pushing his boundaries, taking pleasure in Dum Dum’s discomfort as he continually shifted his stiffening member in his cargo pants. Her intentional caresses, leaning into him while pressing her breasts against him, resting her hand on his thigh, she's been an absolute menace.

Realizing he can't do anything while his men are present. At this stage, everyone is aware that she belongs to him. She is his and his only; he has no desire to share, and she feels the same. His marks scatter across her neck from his aching kisses. Her neck displays various shades of purple and pink from his relentless attention, as he won't allow them to disappear, adding more with every time they fuck.

She is aware that she's undertaking a risky venture, yet she's feeling quite unruly. Desiring his focus, craving for him to break her once more. The day is nearing its end, and he has stopped concealing his stiffened cock, openly showcasing it; her mouth waters at its shape, and she senses her pussy wetting for him. Lars and Kurt have continuously mocked Dum Dum and made her the center of their jokes, she is aware that she'll face consequences later and she delights in it.

She nibbles her lip while observing him, and he gives her an angry look; he’s fuming, and she will soon experience ecstasy. Typically, she would abide by his rules and act kindly for him, yet today she feels desperate and is eager to see his reaction. She needs him, she longs for him. She merely returns the smile as she stands up to exit the room, resolving to return to her home and wait for him there.

Upon arriving at her house, she takes a shower and puts on a black lingerie outfit that she just bought. The bra is simply thin straps that provide no coverage whatsoever, only serving as adornment; she is aware he will adore it as she quietly hopes he won’t damage it. She puts on a loose shirt above, as she walks toward her bed, excitement rushes through her. The suspense is driving her crazy, and her tolerance is diminishing.

She’s aroused and craving, seeking satisfaction sooner rather than later. Dum Dum disliked it whenever she pleased herself without his consent, but this evening she isn't inclined to follow his wishes. She removes her panties and reaches for her pillow; it’s been some time since she did this, having been indulged by Dum Dum’s fingers and tongue. She moves against her pillow, envisioning that he’s present with her, picturing his grin as he playfully taunts her. She calls out his name in an effort to achieve her climax.

"You've been pissing me off today, princess." She stumbles a bit, caught off guard by his presence. She isn't even certain how he got in so silently.

"How did you even manage to —" A snarl appears on his face, his red optics locked onto her; she's in trouble.

"You tease me all fuckin’ day, behaving like a brat. And you think you can just grind on your pillow and cum?” He strides over to her, yanking the pillow aside, sits down on her bed, and places her across his lap. He’s furious, and the anxiety begins to seep into her being.

The soft pads of his silicone-covered hands create a crimson mark on her backside as she weeps from the sudden sting of pain. He has never spanked her before, but she enjoys the sharpness of the pain. Every slap resonates in the atmosphere, blending with her screams and groans. He inserts a finger into her moist cunt while continuing to spank her; she craves his fingers to push inside her.

He takes her thrown-away panties and forces them into her mouth, stopping the spankings as he fingers her, her urgent cries now somewhat muffled. She senses him unfastening his pants as he fists his cock while continuing to torment her. Her hands clawing the sheets, she longs for him to be inside her.

He withdraws his finger and instructs her to remove her shirt, revealing only the lovely bra she purchased, with the matching panties still in her mouth. He growls and rips it off as she dreaded, he leans in and all she feels is the sensation of him teething at her pebbled nipples. She reaches for her clit, but he swats her hand away, biting her nipple hard to caution her. He withdraws and rips the panties from her mouth, leaning his back against the wall, signaling her to suck his hardened cock.

She settles in comfortably and takes him as deeply as she can, sensing the silicone implants on the bottom of his shaft against her tongue. She wishes she could feel it inside of her pussy, he holds her hair tightly as he pushes her completely down to his base. She chokes and attempts to break free, but his strong hold keeps her restrained. Ultimately feeling sympathy for her, he grants her a brief moment to breathe before pushing her back down.

He relaxes his hold on her hair, letting her return at her own speed; his grunts are audible, and she realizes he’s nearing his release. Hastening her speed while striving to please him, he swiftly yanks her head back and her face gets coated with his affection. He appears ecstatic, and she reclaims his tip in her mouth, cleaning up the remnants while he hisses from the tenderness.

“You don��t get to cum tonight, not after today.” She attempts to fight back, but he pinches her inner thigh. "If you're good, I'll reward you in the morning." He reaches into his pocket for his s-keef, taking a puff as smoke envelops him. He’s beautiful, her very own monster. For the time being, she will obey his command, nervously anticipating the arrival of morning. She kisses him, reflecting that this moment is her own piece of paradise.

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Goro x V

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64585891

Title: I’m a dog, I’m a mutt

A mix of confusion and fear runs through him; he’s uncertain if he has ever experienced this feeling before. He’s accustomed to obeying commands, not permitted to think independently and used to neglecting his own needs. He was a faithful dog, restrained and collared, the experience of freedom is foreign to him. He's accustomed to being overlooked and neglected, remembered only when required to obey commands. He can't recall why he exchanged his freedom for this.

Goro has ceased to be a man and now is a vessel of regret. His existence is marked and filled solely with regrets, which are inscribed on every page of his life. His book is laden with weight and memories of a past he can scarcely recall. He yearns for freedom, yet even if it were within reach, he's uncertain about how to handle it. He’s familiar with not having control anymore; his heart hurts, and he won't let it persist. He refuses to be weak.

Upon encountering her, rage brewed inside him, engulfing him entirely. Her actions disrupted his life completely. Saburo is dead, and there's no one to hold responsible, although he never accepted Yorinobu's claim that his father died from poison. The sole individual who could assist him in uncovering the truth was V. Rescuing her from a heap of trash, another corpse lay abandoned to be overlooked.

He required her survival, so he rescued her and brought her to Vik for assistance. After that, everything fell apart; they began to spend time together, and it frightened him. Not accustomed to being so near to someone else, not familiar with how personal everything appeared. He sensed he was a young boy, lost and uncertain about how to respond, so he acted in what he believed was the right way. He vanished for a bit, disregarding her although his heart was longing for her presence. Even in his dreams, he couldn't escape her, as she haunted him constantly.

She continually bothered him, and while he attempted to overlook it, he eventually succumbed. He offered weak justifications for why he kept his distance from her, but she saw through his act. She refrained from pressing the issue, understanding the inner conflict he was still navigating. He experienced guilt, yet there was something about her that drew him in. If she ordered him to remain, he would obey, and that frightens him tremendously.

Finally liberated from a master, a small part of him desires to entrust her with his leash. He’s a dog, he’s a mutt, and he’ll never be completely free, yet with her he believes he could feel freedom. He confides in her, discovering that he relaxes his defenses when she's near. He’s afraid. He feels excessively exposed, too raw in her presence. His spirit reveals itself to her gaze; the longer he lingers, the tougher it becomes to break free. She is his rescue, and that’s a frightening idea to accept. He believed this was meant to be just a fleeting emotion, similar to how someone confuses lust with love.

By himself in his room, he reflects on everything, pondering what actions to take. Should he give up his control to her? Or ought he to continue fleeing, remaining concealed by himself? The solitude is soothing and reassuring, but having someone like her leading him would create a new situation for him, one he doubts is the best decision.

He shuts his eyes and still sees her outline; maybe it’s a message. He concludes he experiences something similar to love, maybe even beyond that. He would die for her, he would live for her, whatever she desired from him. His choice is made, and he feels unburdened, as if a load has been removed. He makes his way to his new home like a stray dog, the allure of home beckons him and that home is beginning to take shape as her.

I was listening to Mutt by Leon Thomas and got inspired to write this.

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Viktor x V

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64572781

Title: Just us

This can only lead to one of two outcomes, but it's too late for regrets, not that she would have any regardless. He’s positioned facing her, and she softly glides her bare leg against his denim-covered leg, their eyes fixed on each other, but it's difficult to discern the look in his eyes behind the glasses. She gives him a playful smile, aware that her touch has an impact on him. She notices him wincing as a minor frown appears on his face; he moves slightly in his chair, repositioning his stiffening erection.

He stares at her intensely, and it only makes her own feelings intensify, as she senses moisture building between her thighs. She intentionally chose to wear a short skirt today along with a fitted top that reveals her cleavage. She is aware of her actions and their impact on him; it thrills her to see how he responds to her.

They disregard the lingering looks from patrons at adjacent tables, lost in their own world, just the two of them in this diner. She continuously provokes him, seeking a reaction; she desires Vik to lose his composure. She desires his typical calm and patient nature to vanish, yearning for him to be wild for her. Desires him to take his reward as he takes her and thrusts into her forcefully and intensely.

She gets embarrassed by the idea, yearning for his rough hands on her body, his broad fingers expanding her pussy. His lips are enticing, and she longs for them against hers; she's been craving him desperately for quite a while. She is entitled to act spoiled; he should be punished for keeping her away from him.

She’s tired of them teasing this boundary of friendship and love, although for now it's closer to lust; love can wait another day, another conversation. There's no hurry; she can wait a bit longer while she teases him. Understanding that she will ultimately obtain what she requires.

He covers the cost of their meal, and as she stands from her seat, he swiftly takes her arm while they leave the diner. Fortunately, the diner is close to his home. He struggles to unlock the door, and they swiftly enter. She moves to his couch, plopping down on the cushion, causing her skirt to ride up a bit. He sits down, there’s space between them, but it won’t be for long.

“You’re playing a risky game, V. It’s not nice to tease an old man like me. You have no idea what you’re getting into." His fists tighten and loosen, the evident bulge still noticeable, and she moistens her lips in pleasure.

"I know what I’m doing, Vik. We both need this, so what’s the problem?" She rises and finds herself kneeling in front of him; she places soft kisses along his inner thighs while gazing up at him. He gazes at her with a smile illuminating his face, and she is captivated by his beauty.

The scar on his chin and over his nose makes her desire to embrace them with soft, tender kisses. Beauty marks and freckles dot his face and chest, resembling constellations on skin that guide her back home to him. She longs to plant kisses all over him, jealous of the stars that get to dwell on him daily.

He is magnificent, a living work of art, a man powerful enough to be tender, even though he could easily overpower her if he wanted to. Gentle tingles course through her body at the idea of his power. Although he hasn't engaged in professional fights for quite some time, his physique remains phenomenal; he's utterly flawless, and she desires him exclusively for herself.

Her hands explore his abdomen, sensing the firmness of his muscle beneath her touch, a hint of softness revealing his age. She adores it. Desiring to grind her sopping cunt against his abs, wanting his hands clutching her hips tightly enough to create marks. Or perhaps she’ll desperately grind and press against his thigh or his boot. He'll mock her for being so desperate and needy, as his glasses gradually descend the bridge of his nose, his lovely blue eyes glimmering through.

Pulling herself from the daydream she senses the wetness between her thighs enveloping her as she rises, removing her short pleated skirt and top. He gasps sharply upon seeing her bare cunt. A low growl-like rumble can be heard, and it only thrills her. He pulls her onto his lap as they engage in a passionate kiss, with tongues entwined, and she gently nibbles his lower lip. He moans in pleasure and she enjoys the noise, craving to hear more. She rubs against his clothed cock, longing to feel it on her exposed cunt.

He raises her up a bit while swiftly lowering his pants enough; she glances down in pleasure at his cock, it's ideal. Not very long, but damn is it thick and heavy. She wants to feel his heavy cock on her tongue, longs to have it within her wet pussy. She descends onto him, her moisture now enveloping his shaft, and he moans.

"Fuck, keep doing that darling and I’ll cum." He laughs lightly while he talks, although it's a bit tense. She glides her fingers through his hair while he positions himself, aligning with her entrance. She pushes herself down, weeping from the fullness as she takes him in completely. She attempts to hold off and adjust to him before acting, but he denies her that enjoyment.

He holds her hips, using her as his personal fleshlight, and she enjoys it. Moans and cries escape her from overwhelming pleasure, he kisses and nibbles at her breasts, and she's starting to sense a pressure rising. She removes his glasses, casting them aside as their eyes meet. They exchange another kiss, her fingers continuing to glide through his hair and down to his chest.

She isn’t ready for this to finish, his inked arm loosens its hold on her hip and his hand encircles her neck. The pressure is sufficient to cause her to moan as she bites her lip and smiles, her hands clutching his arm. "Harder, Daddy. Please fuck me harder, choke me harder, I want you to ruin me." She begs exquisitely while she groans as the pressure escalates.

"Is it alright if I cum inside, darling?" He has difficulty speaking as he approaches his peak, while she echoes a series of yes’s as she climax on his cock. He keeps thrusting into her, and a growl escapes him as he climaxes inside her.

The sound of their labored breaths breaks the quiet of his house as he kisses her again. This time, it's tender and kind, causing her heart to fill with joy. "Let's get you to the shower." He attempts to raise her, but she prevents him. "Still want to feel you inside me." She expresses it in such a tiny and lovely way. He smiles to himself while raising them, still linked, her arms around his neck as she nuzzles into him, giving gentle kisses.

He places her on the bathroom counter, withdrawing from her as his cum leaks out; he catches some and pushes it back inside her. She can merely groan in reply, still tender and the aching begins to set in. He turns on the water and she steps into the shower with him. She kneels down, taking his soft member into her mouth, savoring her own flavor on him. She moans around his cock while he rests one arm on the wall, expressing his pleasure with groans.

She playfully teases his tip and takes him in as deep as possible, her gagging is audible and he appears to be in bliss. She withdraws, gazing at him as she keeps rinsing off. Stepping out of the shower, they towel off, and he lifts her onto his bed, diving eagerly between her thighs and savoring her. His fingers slide inside her while he licks her clit; she's overly sensitive, and it's overwhelming for her.

She shifts upward, signaling him to climb onto his back while she leans over his face; he pulls her down to his lips, eagerly consuming her essence. She gazes down at him, and he gives her a wink, that cheeky bastard. Her hands fists in his hair, it’s overwhelming and she attempts to pull back but it’s futile given how he holds her. She senses herself nearing climax and she pushes against his mouth, stars appear behind her eyes as she allows herself to finish onto his face. She sits on her throne as blue eyes twinkle from below.

Got inspiration to write this after listening to Just us by Jack Harlow. Hope y’all enjoy it!

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Viktor x V

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64567537

Title: I’m confessin’ that I love you

A hush surrounds them as they lock eyes. Her declaration of love lingers in the atmosphere, bewilderment etched on his expression.

She hadn’t intended to say it so suddenly, but she has felt drawn to him ever since their first encounter. He was kind, and his kindness drew her towards him. She eagerly anticipates each visit, wishing to enjoy his company and listen to the rich and smooth timbre of his voice. If she were able to listen to him speak endlessly, she would feel content, finding perfection in every tone, pitch, and range.

They’ve known each other for several years now, and with each passing year, those feelings of longing only expand further. Every moment they share together makes it increasingly difficult to overlook the struggles of love. She’s considerably younger than him, and she worries that he’ll see her merely as a little girl who’s taking on more than she can handle. That she might be confusing love with a fleeting whim. However, she remains firm in her conviction that this is indeed love.

The fleeting instances they experience together resonate deeply within her, and she desperately holds on to every moment they spend side by side. He exists in her dreams, both when she's awake and when she's asleep. It was inevitable that her emotions would spill over and she would reveal the words she has wanted to express for years. She hadn't intended for it, but she was aware he would never initiate the first step.

She merely inquired about his day, and he let out a deep sigh while leaning back in his chair, producing a faint creak. He appeared enchanting, and before she realized it, those three simple words had slipped out. A look of shock appeared on both their faces.

Anticipating his words, she gets ahead of him. "Don't even think about saying it, Vik." We both know it’s just an excuse.” Her voice was urgent and helpless.

He exhales deeply and slowly, saying, "This isn't fair, V. You could find someone better. You deserve someone better." His voice sounded weak and strained while he rubbed his face.

"Like who? Would you genuinely be fine with it if I were to date someone else?" She’s noticed how he gazes at her. Even Misty claimed that love was destined for her.

"You don’t want me? Is that it?” Her voice soft as she looks at him, assessing his response.

“That’s not it and you know it! You're wonderful, but you ought to be happy—" She sighs in irritation, "You make me happy, you big idiot.” She leans toward him, lowering herself to give a kiss on his cheek.

“You're lonely and I am too; so why not share our loneliness together?” He gazes at her and grins while giving her a soft kiss in return.

"Is this truly what you want?" She remains silent, simply giving him another kiss. He grins at her and draws her onto his lap. "We make a lovely pair, don't we?" They share soft kisses, and joy fills the space.

I’m not very happy with how this story turned out but I decided to just go ahead and post it anyways. Hopefully y'all enjoyed it nonetheless.

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Goro x V

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64542262

Title: I only hit you up when I’m tipsy

He contacts her only when he's had a few drinks, seeking a reason to reach out and converse with her. He catches himself gazing at a bottle; he was never fond of drinking, but he has enough to muster some bravery. Words he yearns to express, yet his clear mind prevents him, requiring the sting at the back of his throat to let the phrases he has concealed there escape.

He ought not to desire her, ought not to need her, yet she has a talent for getting under his skin, causing him to feel something resembling love. The distinction between love and lust is unclear, yet lust always precedes love. Maybe if his desire for her increases, he will fall in love, or perhaps he already has. His mind confused, he has consistently been a faithful dog to Arasaka. No one could ever doubt his loyalty or his role, but following all that transpired with Saburo, he began to fall apart.

He started to feel a desire for liberation, and upon meeting V, those emotions intensified. He encountered a part of himself that he had never felt before; he was turning greedy. Desiring her solely for himself, yearning for her like he had never experienced with anyone else. His previously calm exterior is now dominated by his longing for her.

He doesn't recall when she began to settle in his mind. She lives there and hasn't departed, a permanent resident he's uncertain how to manage it. Not wishing for her to go either, he feels conflicted about his own emotions. He grabs the bottle's neck and pours another glass of bourbon; the burn sliding down his throat serves as a momentary distraction. However, once the alcohol takes effect, he will quickly remember her, he'll reach out to her, and she will respond.

How many months have they been performing this same dance? Contacting her while he's intoxicated, requesting to visit her, only to ultimately pass the time treating her as a mere body warmer. He’s repulsed by himself, requiring alcohol merely to express his desires to her, unable to rationalize his needs while sober. He holds numerous regrets throughout his life, and meeting her is one of them, yet it is also the greatest blessing he has received.

She brings a refreshing change to his life, embracing each day to the fullest while striving to get through each day, adhering to her own principles. He feels envious of her, and that jealousy morphed into desire, leaving him uncertain about his feelings now. The more he contemplates her, the greater the desire to drink arises in an attempt to erase her image from his thoughts, yet the alcohol only amplifies it. He eventually calls her to ask if he can visit, and she agrees, as she always has. Always being there for him, and he is incredibly grateful.

He knocks on her door, she welcomes him and shifts aside so he can enter. And pathetically, he feels special as he permits himself to revel in her company. He’s captivated and mesmerized by her. He gives her a smile while she returns to sit on her bed, and he just stands there, observing her. Uncertain about his actions or his capabilities, he senses that he doesn’t deserve this privilege, to be close, to have the chance to embrace her. His feelings collide, and he senses the liquid bravery draining from him.

Yearning for another taste of fiery liquor, yet he feels intoxicated anew merely from locking eyes with her; he’s entranced as he falls under her spell. He discovered a sense of calm because of her. The thoughts are quiet now, and he can solely concentrate on her, gradually approaching her. He stops in front of her, yearning to extend his hand, but once again, fear creeps in. She gazes at him, expecting his next action, indicating that she won't initiate this time.

He hesitates, ideas colliding yet again.

"Allow yourself to be free, or you will never be free." She gazes at him while articulating the remark. He gazes at her, recognizing that she's correct, but he understands that if he takes this initial step, there's no going back. The distinction between love and lust will be clearly defined. He extends his hand, hesitating a bit before touching her face. They keep looking at each other, he gives in. His hand eventually grazes her cheek, sending a jolt through his entire body.

Forcing her down, he kisses her fervently. Lips against lips, teeth colliding and rapid breaths taken in between. She interrupts him, “Let’s just cuddle tonight; we have tomorrow and every day following that to be together.” He nods in consent while they lie down exchanging soft kisses, holding onto each other. He appreciates the sentiment behind her words, but deep down, he realizes she’s the least likely person to assure a future. He makes an effort to avoid dwelling on it, realizing it would only spoil this moment. She snuggles against him, gentle sighs of satisfaction escaping her, and he brims with joy.

“I love you.” He stares in disbelief as she mentions it. Three words that carry profound meaning, and in the brief moments they share, they overwhelm him as tears brim in his eyes. He softly repeats the words to her, feeling her smile on his chest. The sincere affection of a wounded soul.

She’s the most beautiful creature he’s ever had the misfortune of knowing.

I wanted to make this a happy ending since my first Goro fic was just straight angst, but this turned out bittersweetish but more on the sweet side. Hopefully y'all enjoyed it nonetheless. The last sentence of the story I have it tattooed on my hand so I wrote this story based off of my tattoo.

[lazy-neet]

I’m planning on getting my tongue spilt pretty soon here by Steve Truitt. I was just wondering if anyone had any information to share regarding care or just any tips in general for it.

[lazy-neet]

Johnny Silverhand x V

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64459240

Title: Devoted

She wasn’t certain how it occurred or how it was even feasible to develop feelings for Johnny. Initially, they couldn't tolerate one another, but now she wouldn't be able to bear it if he weren't close by, although he always is. They continue to squabble like a long-married couple, as if they’ve been acquainted for ages. Perhaps it’s simply him gradually replacing her memories that’s causing her to feel nostalgic and melancholic, or perhaps she’s genuinely falling in love.

Is it purely platonic, possibly romantic, or perhaps something strange in the middle? She’s uncertain now and too scared to discover, to confront those emotions directly. Everything's a chaotic tangle now, much like a ball of yarn, and she doesn't know how to start sorting it out. She likely won't manage it, as she'll have to cut some sections, but she's too scared to do that. “We're a tangled web, you and me - one and the same.” One being, one entity, one soul. Her mind only adds to her confusion as she attempts to determine which thoughts and feelings belong to whom.

She remembers numerous discussions where their remarks approached confessions; perhaps she was simply overanalyzing, searching too deeply for meaning when she was meant to interpret it literally.

“Seconds later, feels like I'm missing something - something really important. Then I realize you're there, always were, and this stupid wave of relief washes over me.”

What did those words signify, he gazed at her with adoration. As if he were a man in love. Perhaps it's instinctive and unavoidable for her to develop feelings for someone like Johnny. She always had poor judgment when it came to men. She observes Johnny standing in front of her, perched on the edge of her coffee table, a cigarette held by his metallic fingers. He inhales and gazes at her, causing her heart to race.

He offers her a knowing smile, looking stunning, almost otherworldly. “I know, I’m just perfect aren’t I.” He grins at her while still inhaling from his cigarette.

“You're a dick, y’know.”

“And you're a cunt. Maybe we'll fit together after all?” Those words only confuse her further.

“You’re gonna overheat with all that thinking you’re doing.”

She remains silent, her thoughts are chaotic, and she’s fighting to escape, even from her own ideas and his. She exhales deeply, sensing a headache beginning to emerge. She lies down on her bed, her left arm shielding her eyes.

“No need to put a title on it Y’know? Whatever this is, not like anything can really come from it. We’re essentially intertwined, I’m you and you’re me.”

He’s right, but that’s not what she wished to hear. If only there were a method to remove him from her, to correctly return him so they could attempt to resolve whatever this situation is between them. She must discover a means, a remedy, or something quickly. Otherwise, there will be nothing she can accomplish. This is something that’s not just important to her but to him as well.

“It was. But not more important than you.” His tone soft holding something akin to affection.

“You’re not making this easier for me, Johnny.” It’s his turn to stay silent.

As she attempts to navigate her thoughts, it only adds to her confusion; perhaps he's correct, there's no need for a label. Even if it did happen, what would occur if she were to die? No outcome could arise from this. She can't kiss him properly, they can't truly have sex or go on proper dates. Tears begin to well up in her eyes.

Her heart is a jumble; if there's one thing she regrets in life, it's certainly not this; she wouldn't regret him or the chance to know him. Even though he frequently annoys her to no end. She shifts her arm from her eyes and notices him watching her, his cigarette tossed aside. A yearning expression in his eyes aimed at her makes her feel captivated by that glance.

Who is she fooling now? She's in love. The sentiments they wish to convey cannot be articulated aloud, yet both sense it and can hear it within their minds. It will suffice for now, yet a part of her will forever yearn for more, just like he does. For the time being, she won't pursue it, they wont gain anything from it.

Even if they make any statements, they would merely be empty assurances, commitments that they shouldn't offer since there's no certainty to uphold them. That idea pains her deeper than anything else, more than losing Jackie. She longs to embrace Johnny, desires so much more. However, Johnny is correct; she recalls a previous discussion they had. “A happy ending? For folks like us? Wrong city, wrong people.”

This will likely remain what it is—an unfortunate conclusion, a tale lost to time, about unremembered individuals, fading recollections, merely dust floating in the breeze. However, she has him for the moment, and she'll cling onto him for as long as possible. She’s hopelessly devoted to him, and it will continue to intensify until it becomes unbearable to hold back.

They maintain their gaze as unspoken words hover at the edge of their lips. Lips that can’t kiss or speak sweet nothings, yet they sense it inside.

“Still feel a sharp somethin' near your heart.”

“Doubt that's ever goin' away.” She smiles gently as she speaks. He knows what that sharp somethin’ is.

Devotion. Just another name for love.

[lazy-neet]

Goro x V

Title: I’m a fool to want you

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64443514

She senses Johnny gradually overtaking her; her time is short, and soon she will cease to exist. There’s no use searching for a remedy; she has resigned herself to her fate. She’s exhausted, eager to find out what comes next or if there’s anything at all that follows death. She hardly feels alive, hardly feels human, until she encountered Goro.

She understands she’s merely a stepping stone for him; his reliance on her exceeds her reliance on him. She leverages that to her benefit to be with him. What she’s doing is harsh, but when death approaches, does it matter what moral boundaries she mixes or violates?

She notices the sympathy in his gaze; she’s such a fool for desiring him, yet he elevates her heart. She’s sick and he’s twisted. He is solely concerned with his freedom and his future, showing little interest in her. She’s completely aware, yet for some reason, he drew her in; something about him pulled her closer to him.

Perhaps it was due to him being her total opposite, perhaps out of sympathy, or maybe he serves merely as a diversion from her approaching demise; she is no longer certain. She merely understands that she loves him. Love was never meant to follow logic; it lacks rhyme or rationale.

She understands how much he needs her assistance, so she requests a favor in return. One evening together and she’ll undertake any dangerous assignment he requires of her. She understands that he will, as he’s in a tough spot and she is cruel and self-centered. Desiring to have him for merely one night, a night that would allow her to feel alive once more. They're merely taking advantage of one another, so what's the problem?

She’s at home after her shower, gazing at her unclothed body in the mirror. Water beads remain attached to her skin, her damp hair adheres to her back. Johnny stands behind her, evaluating her, but she remains unfazed. As she exits the bathroom, she notices Goro sitting rigidly on the edge of the bed, waiting for her. Legs slightly spread apart with his hands placed on each thigh.

They lock eyes, her breath halts, her thoughts vanish. He gets up and starts taking off his clothes, folding them carefully as he sets them aside. Producing goosebumps that appear on sections of her skin. She moves closer to him, positioned directly in front with barely any distance between them. He gazes at her from above, waiting.

She places her hands on his chest, sensing the heat radiating from him, and smiles as she observes his penis stiffening. She gently encourages him to sit on the bed as she starts to take a seat on his lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she moves in for a kiss, but he turns his head away; she offers a bitter smile. Sorrow slowly enveloping and encircling her heart.

He drags her away, pressing her back against the bed while he looms above her; there is no gentleness in this moment. No affectionate looks, touches, or murmurs of love. Her heart is filled with remorse, her spirit fragmented. This will simply be a brief encounter, nothing else, yet she envisioned something greater. Dreams do not become reality, at least not for her.

He doesn’t even meet her gaze; he hardly prepares her before entering, lacking any emotion. She gazes at him, yet he declines to meet her eyes. She lacks a yearning to explore the world, especially since she can witness it in his eyes. However, he won’t even offer her a sympathetic look. Tears well up in her eyes as she attempts to hold them back. His grunts can be heard as she attempts to embrace him, but he denies her.

The impulse to weep grows stronger; he swiftly withdraws while he colors her abdomen. He swiftly rises, puts on his clothes, and departs. She remains in place as the tears stream down, his semen gradually drying in her abdomen. Her heart aches, and she’s uncertain about her thoughts. Johnny is seated on the bed beside her, puffing on a cigarette. They share no words; the final image she perceives is smoke rising.

[lazy-neet]

Title: Ain’tcha ever comin’ back to me

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64422760

V has numerous regrets, and one of those is developing feelings for Jackie. She can’t recall how it occurred, only that it did. Her voice would falter when he was near, her heart racing, her subtle lingering stares.

They refrained from discussing it; she understood that it would be pointless. For the one she loves belongs to somebody else. His heart was never truly hers from the start. Jackie had always been in love with Misty; she never stood a chance. She would never have been a choice.

But what about her? What about her shattered heart? Everyone was aware of her affection for Jackie; nobody mentioned it. V did her utmost to disregard the feelings of affection, yet she faltered every time.

She could not be with him or be without him. Her heart is a sad affair and she is aware. When he mentioned Misty, she detected the affection in his voice, the desire in his gaze; it was unbearable for her. Jealousy infiltrated her heart, corrupting her spirit.

She attempted to convince herself it was a fleeting whim, but it wasn't. Her emotions only intensified, and she lacked someone to share that love with. She contained everything as it transformed into something distorted. She had no intention of hurting anyone; it was solely her fault and not anyone else's.

She remained distant, isolated herself, but Jackie pulled her out of her shell. She despised him for that, despised him for being concerned about her. She hadn’t earned it, especially since she quietly hoped for him to depart from Misty daily. A dreadful thing, she realizes, yet her heart remained indifferent.

She recalls one evening when they took a late-night drive to grab some food. He was experiencing a tough day after he and Misty had a disagreement. He vented to her and she provided her guidance. He smiled at her and said she was a great friend. She despises that term; she does not wish to be friends. That night, her heart shattered again.

Each day after that, she made a frantic effort to pretend that she didn't care for him. She was merely kidding herself. The additional time they shared only increased her desire. She grew covetous.

When he requested her assistance with the Arasaka job, she had her reservations, but she felt pleased he approached her. She ought to have convinced him against it. Dex, Judy, Evelyn, Arasaka—let them all go to hell. His passing shattered her; she couldn't even tell if she was still living.

She dismissed everyone; she desired solitude. Johnny stayed with her, but she didn't desire it. She couldn't even stand to go to the ofrenda. She will never have the opportunity to express the things she wished to convey. Her sentiments will stay within her heart, eternally unspoken to the person she wishes to share them with.

Her heart serenades the most beautiful melody for him and him only.

Johnny is resting against a wall while smoking a cigarette, and she is lying in her bed in her room. Tears gather in her eyes as they stream without end.

“I love you.” Realizing that the person she wishes to hear from is no longer close. Only she and Johnny hear those three words. They remain silent on the matter; there's no joy in shattering a heart that's already in pieces.

[lazy-neet]

Dum Dum x V

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64346257

Title: I could be your monster

Strobe lights flicker around him, the pounding bass resonates under his synthskin. Reclining on a sofa with a view of the crowd, they remind him of roaches.

He hits his s-keef, inhaling deeply while he leans forward. The smoke hangs in the air like early fog, and while preparing for another hit, a chime draws his focus.

V

Be there in 10

He grins, eager for what lies ahead. They’ve been performing the same melody, moving to the same rhythm for months now. He knows she desires him deeply, yet she denies herself satisfaction, consequently denying him.

Displeased at her lack of initiative, he intends to take action that will compel her to respond. A crucial situation for both of them, but he's a betting man, and so far, he feels confident about his odds. He hasn't been lost yet, and he is determined not to lose her.

A gem hidden in the mud, a jewel in a wasteland of garbage. He's self-centered and has always disliked sharing, particularly regarding her. She is his treasure in this city of rot.

V is his and his alone.

A chrome chaser who often visits Totentanz comes up to Dum Dum, sitting beside him and encroaching on his personal space.

Before telling her to fuck off, he decides that this is an ideal opportunity, an opportunity he intends to take advantage of. Not paying attention to her words, he gazes at the entrance eagerly. He senses her hand on his chest, lingering before it gradually moves downward. The chrome chaser ultimately kneels down in front of him.

Finally the one he’s been waiting for arrives. Excitement pulses through him as their eyes meet, and instantly, rage colors her expression.

He observes V as she navigates through the crowd.

Just as the person kneeling in front of him is about to unfasten his belt, V shows up at last.

"Hey, princess." Dum Dum has a grin displayed on his face as his eyes fixate on her.

Embracing her presence, she appears heavenly.

He senses his member quiver in eagerness, the chrome chaser forgotten.

”Am I interrupting something.” Fury tinges every word as she casts a scornful glance at the woman on the ground.

Dum Dum shoves the girl aside; she scoffs while rising, marching away.

”Jealous?” With a teasing tone, he reclines against the couch, resting both arms upon it.

“You wish.” Her scoff is filled with rage and dripping with irritation.

“We both know what you want, princess. Just say it and it’s all yours.”

“You have some fucking nerve—“ He interrupts her.

“Nah, you got some nerve depriving me, depriving me of you. I know what you want. I just need to hear you say it.”

He watches as she moves closer to him and grabs him for a kiss. He drags her onto the couch, placing her down, their mouths colliding, battling for control. He positions himself over her, his knee pressing in and parting her thighs; he discovers blood on his lip.

He emits a primal growl. Ultimately, she surrenders as soft cries escape her full lips. Her eyes reveal her longing.

He plans on taking her for all to see. Everyone will know who she belongs to and who he belongs to.

He leaves biting marks upon her neck. Bruises that will form later will litter her hips and thighs, leaving her sore and her voice hoarse from moans. She’ll only remember his name, his face, and his touches alone. He hardens as his prize will soon be claimed.

He pulls down her pants, urging her to hover her delicate flower above his face; his gaze travels over her thighs, and her essence sparkles in the red glow from his optics.

Letting her love cascade onto his face, he ultimately draws her down. He can listen to her gentle cries as she starts to ball her fist in his metallic dreads. He thrusts his tongue deeply into her as much as possible.

Her water keeps flowing while he drinks as much as possible. Water aids in his growth. Playfully and softly nibbling her sensitive spot, she pleads for release.

He denies her, just as she’s been denying him for so long. He's been pleasuring himself with his silicone-padded hands for far too long, when he could have easily been with her instead.

He keeps indulging in his meal, disregarding her pitiful requests; she attempts to escape, but he won’t let her. She’s sensitive, it only makes his pleasure intensify.

He’ll handle her tenderly and kindly like royalty at another time; for now, he’ll treat her as a common whore.

His member, now fully erect, pulsates with lust as he yearns to bind her, impregnate her, and fill her completely with everything he possesses.

He succeeds in pulling her off, laying her back down onto the couch. She seizes him and draws him to her, and he ultimately triumphs. They ignore the attentive gazes; they’re the sole occupants in the space. He rips her shirt away, revealing nothing but barbell piercings on her rosy nipples.

He moves in closer, his mouth fastening onto her left nipple, while her hands attempt to remove his vest, eventually succeeding in getting it off. His right hand moves, discovering floral layers; she's drenched, and it's entirely for him. With his fingers moving in and out at a slow pace, he hears her moaning, pleading for more.

He pulls away from her, pulling her up to sit on his lap.

”Use your words, princess. What do ya want?”

”Please fuck me. Fill me up, make me yours.”She pleads so sweetly, and he’s infatuated, as if she has enchanted him.

He attempts to unbutton his pants; she stops him, shoving his hands aside as she lowers herself to kneel in front of him. She succeeds in liberating him from his pants, and she gazes in awe.

He shows her a sly grin, anticipating her next action. He observes her attempting to take him all the way down, it feels heavenly. He can feel her struggling, as her tongue glides along his length, circling his tip, teasing him.

He groans with delight, yearning for more as he fists his hand into her hair, forcing her further down. The noises of her choking and gasping are a symphony to him.

He yanks her head backward; tears cover her face, and her lips are swollen and crimson. With her cheeks and neck blushing, she resembles a goddess. He would revere her, his very own divine goddess.

His thumb glides over her lips as he places it in her mouth. He is not close to finishing with her. Lifting her up, he makes her bend over the couch. Her arms lie above, and her legs open, showcasing nectar dripping from her flower.

His hands encircle her hips as he parts her folds with his throbbing cock, playfully teasing her, her moans of delight swell his pride.

Slowly and steadily he moves deeper inside, he feels her walls squeezing, tightening around him. He swiftly pulls back, leaving only the tip as he thrusts forcefully back into her.

Her shouts can be heard from near and far. Her warmth surrounds him.

Careless thrusts as he withdraws one hand from her hips, tracing the curve of her butt; he delivers a sharp slap. Her shock only intensifies him as she tightens around him.

Her warmth, the closeness; he could be in love. Her wails and sighs accompany his groans as they approached their peak. She releases one last crescendo while he keeps thrusting; they grow more uncoordinated as he approaches his climax.

He emits a strangled sound as she constricts; he tenses while letting his feelings flow into her, filling her entirely.

He senses her sagging onto the couch as fatigue envelops her. He slips back into his jeans while reaching for her clothes on the floor.

Relaxing on the couch, he observes his seed gradually flowing out of her as he leans in with his fingers to push it all back in. She emits a gentle, airy sigh. Joy expands within him; he has at last won his reward.

He notices her turning her head to face him, and a gentle smile appears on his face. He leans forward to kiss her. He stands to assist her in putting her clothes back on, and she gazes at him as though she loves him as well. Feeling overwhelmed, he attempts to speak, but she interrupts him.

“Checkmate.” V’s tone is playful, and he can't help but smile.

[lazy-neet]

This is a Viktor x V fanfic I wrote recently!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64364080

Title: Pretty as a picture

After shutting down for the day, he strolls through Misty’s store. She offers him a knowing glance and hopes the date goes well. She is the only person he trusted with his developing feelings for V.

He needed a considerable amount of time to accept everything. She is significantly younger than he is and deserves to meet someone younger, someone who is less damaged.

He felt drawn to her from the moment Jackie first introduced them; eventually, those feelings grew stronger. After Jackie died, V began to spend time much more frequently with him than before.

He considered that perhaps he was merely a stand-in, a person to converse with who could grasp her challenges and suffering. An individual who also missed Jackie and could recount memories together.

After Jackie’s death, she wept frequently during her visits to his shop. He couldn't stand to witness her in that state. He would crumble each time when he witnessed tears streaming down her cheeks.

In the end, she improved, aside from Johnny gradually gaining control over her body. She began to smile once more; the pain wasn't as intense now. They would dine together, share peaceful silence, or even converse for hours.

His emotions intensified, but he couldn't say the same for her. Misty would comfort him, expressing that V held affection for him, assuring him that he wasn't just a replacement. That V truly relished spending time with him. Initially, he found it hard to believe.

His emotions grew increasingly difficult to manage; while patience was usually one of his strengths, it faltered in relation to her. He ultimately found the bravery to invite her out for a date. He recalls the look of joy on her face as she enthusiastically said yes.

Hastily entering his house, he starts to cook a basic meal. She will arrive shortly, and the excitement weaves through his entire body. He's feeling anxious, wondering if this was truly a wise decision considering the situation.

We’re not promised tomorrow, but for her each second is uncertain, but he will always be in his shop, anticipating her return.

Ridding himself of the negative thoughts, he hears a soft tap on the door. When he opens the door, his voice gets stuck in his throat. Captivated by her beauty, he finds it difficult to even say hello to her.

”Hey, Vik. You gonna let me in?” Her voice is playful as she grins softly at him.

He moves aside to allow her in, making an effort to swiftly gather his thoughts and voice.

”Hey, V. You look gorgeous.” Still amazed that she's really standing in front of him.

”Thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself.” She removes her shoes, glancing around his house. She glances back at him. ”I know you said I didn’t have to bring anything, but I picked up some wine just in case.”

He was so captivated he didn't even see the wine bottle initially. He internally chastises himself; she's got him behaving like a teenage boy on his first date.

He grabs the wine bottle from her, expressing gratitude as he returns to the kitchen to serve their meal, asking her to wait for him in the living room.

She insists on helping him as she tags along to the kitchen, a comfortable silence exists between them, with only the clattering of cutlery. It seems as though they have experienced this multiple times already, as if they have been acquainted in the past. Perhaps this was destined to happen.

As they proceed to the living room, they enjoy their meal and sip wine while discussing their day. It feels homely; it's something he never thought he'd have before. Dreams unfolding right in front of him, perhaps this is merely a harsh illusion.

He gazes at her as she smiles, leaning in closer to give him a soft kiss on his cheek, expressing her gratitude for the meal. The heat from her kiss remains.

They exchange yearning glances, aware that they cannot make any promises. Thus, they keep it in their hearts, wishing that one day they can reveal it to each other.

She takes the initiative, extending her hand toward him, directing him to face her completely. She moves in closer, kissing his lips; he allows her to guide, fearing he might spoil this moment. Her hands glide over his chest and arms, leaving soft kisses in their wake.

His patience falters as they exchange a fervent kiss while his tongue invades. Her gasps echo through the space as he draws her on top of him. Her fingers now gliding through his hair. He gazes at her quietly, seeking her approval.

She reacts by removing her shirt and assisting him in taking his off afterward. She tilts back a bit to appreciate him and his tattoos. His hands tightly clutch her hips. His patience gradually fading away.

The chilly air brushes against her pink nipples; he craves a taste. He leans in to engage, alternating as his tongue twirls and softly nibbles each one. Her gentle gasps only encourage him as his arousal intensifies.

He withdraws to gaze at her, giving her a smile as they exchange a fervent kiss again. She stands to remove her pants, leaving herself entirely exposed to him. His piercing stare prompts her to want to hide as her embarrassment increases, but he stops her.

He lifts her up, and she gasps in surprise; taking her to his room, he places her on his bed. He quickly starts to remove his pants, his arousal evident and dripping, his precum faintly shimmering in the dim light.

He observes her biting her lips while she crawls toward him on the bed. He gets closer, his hand glides through her hair, and she gazes up at him while giving his cock a light lick. She moves slowly, running her tongue along his shaft before finally taking him fully inside.

His hand in her hair tightens, gripping firmly while making an effort not to push her head down. He ultimately must pull her head from his cock. Saliva trickles from her mouth, her lips red and puffy, her face rosy. Fuck, he wishes he could express to her how deeply he loves her.

”I'm not as young as I used to be, darling. Can't handle several rounds anymore." His voice falters, eager to place his cock elsewhere.

She reclines on her back, enticing him to her. He kneels on the bed in front of her, longing to feel her embrace, but chooses to reciprocate her kindness. He lightly nibbles her inner thighs, then places a kiss on her wet pussy.

She’s completely soaked, and it’s all for him; he hums contentedly as he savors her entirely. His arms move up, reaching for her breasts until she takes his hands and wraps them in hers. She sprinkles kisses onto his calloused hands while soft whimpers escape her lips.

They exchange a tender gaze before she pleads with him to take her. He distances himself while she parts her lips with one hand, offering him a timid smile. He might have finished right there just from that. She’s a masterpiece, she’s heavenly.

He positions himself at her opening, and as his tip slips inside, his resolve shatters entirely. He pushes fiercely into her, his face pressed against her neck as he fervently kisses one area. Branding her for everyone to see. Her nails gliding across his back as he hisses in blissful agony.

She gazes at him and he perceives only love in her eyes, slightly tinged with sorrow. Words they long to express cannot be spoken, how profoundly it shatters them.

Her walls constrict around him, and he senses his climax approaching. Her screams echo in the room as she sees stars, her nails penetrate his back and he releases within her. He gradually withdraws, ready to rise and grab a towel, but she stops him.

”Lay down with me, I wanna cuddle.” Drowsiness colors her speech; he wouldn’t ever dream to deny her.

He lies down beside her, drawing the blanket to envelop them. She rests her head on his arm and gives him a kiss. He enjoys kissing her, enjoys holding her in his arms. It feels like a sin to love her so. To hold her close knowing she is leaving. He wishes tomorrow would not arrive.

Tonight, they don’t think about Johnny or the impulsive actions she'll need to take. They don’t think about the possibility of her death.

Her eyes finally shut, a slight smile lingering on her lips. He allows tears to fall, as this might be their only night together. He watches her for some time, only her soft breathing audible.

She’s his treasured work of art, and he will always keep her smile locked in a room within his heart.