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He waves the plushy in Zenigata's face. "You think he's cute?"

"I think he looks just like you!" The plush inspector's eyes were widened in permanent, felted fear as it jostled through the air. Not the first or last time it would be a victim to Lupin's hand...

❝ Are you BLIND?! Like HELL it does!! ❞ Said through gritted teeth no less, but the resemblance is uncanny, there's no denying that. Zenigata watches the plush sway with eyes as wide as its own. It's like looking into a tiny, inspector-shaped mirror... He hates every second of it. Sideburns bristle as he puffs up, an accusatory finger quick to jab deep into the thief's chest. ❝ It's a glorified chew toy, now stop acting like a child and throw that stupid thing away! ❞

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NSFW Alphabet Masterlist

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Tw: sexual content

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Harvey

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[territorial-tarot-tahr]

I was bored. It was meant to just be Cyberpunk-2077 smut but I got carried away.

Word count: 9.3k+

CW: kinda suicidal and depressive thoughts. There's also sexual content inside though it is not the focus.

Summary: V tries to relieve stress after bottling up emotions.

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There are spoilers for the game Cyberpunk-2077.

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The hiss of water as the shower turned on sent a sigh from her lips, the warm steam hit her in the face and promised a quickly achievable sense of cleanliness and relief after days of running through the filth covered streets of Night City. Blood, sweat, dirt and grime had made themselves at home in forming a layer, akin to a second skin underneath and on top of her clothes. Her hair practically crunched when she brought her hands to run through her tresses and push them out of her face. She gripped the sides of the sink, staring down the face that greeted her in the mirror as condensation covered the surface.

Dark bags under her eyes, an almost gaunt quality had taken over her face. A few weeks prior when she'd held her job at Arasaka tower through exploitive or deplorable manners of it needed, but typically through tossing enough money at whatever problem arose. The "old" V would've probably thought her current situation as unthinkable. Her? Running through alleys and picking up random jobs for cash to try and keep alive while also tracking down a way to keep a haywire biochip from eating away her brain. Nah. Lowly behavior. A cruel joke. Well hardy har-har. Funniest shit known to man.

She pulled back her gums for a moment, checking the small dribbles of blood that she spotted trickling from different cuts she'd scored from an almost constant set of scraps. The most recent fight with Razor had left her with enough respect on the streets than she knew what to do with, but an ache in her bones and muscles that left simply climbing the stairs to her apartment as a Herculean task.

Coughing up blood, bile and vomit had become a common occurrence as well. A migraine always tracing along the edges of her brain as she navigated different requests and jobs people tossed her way. She rubbed her fist over the mirror, clearing her face properly and allowing her eyes to trace her trembling form before the condensation devoured her visage again. Her right hand shook as she placed her pointer finger on the mirror and drew a shaky smiley face, almost in spite of herself.

"You're the reincarnation of Van Gogh. Mind turning on the radio?"

A disgruntled sigh left V's lips as her mental hitchhiker made his appearance. She spun on her heels with a spark of energy she hadn't realized she'd had, leaning against the rim of the sink as she watched the final pixels of Johnny's appearance settled in for the most part. Every few seconds she'd see him phase in and out of detail as he paced a few feet, lounged about on whatever debris or simply stared disapproving at whatever V was doing. A flash of bright cyan pixels that covered the entirety of his being occured as if on cue with V's train of thought.

"Just listen to the channel I've got." V brought her hand to her eyes, rubbing them a few times as if she might chase the fatigue away with a few scrubs.

"You've got shit taste in music. As a double, I've got no interest in feelin' like a wet cat."

There was always something that made things difficult with his almost parasitic relationship. If he was visible, great. He got to enjoy the same sensations that she did. Tapping into the receptors that the biochip had managed to already consume and replicate or that they were currently fighting for control over. The rollercoaster had been a fun treat for both of them and V would find herself often thinking about bringing up whatever giddy yelps he'd vocalized when the coaster had taken a nose dive down the tracks, the wind whipping through her hair and the smell of sea salt practically palpable. Whenever he decided to show his mug, he'd get to feel the the sun on his skin through V, get to feel the tang of liquor on her tongue, and the rough leather on her skin as she navigated the streets. During these times, he'd manage to tap into whatever technology she had wired into her skull, in turn her music and radio.

However, he could cut himself off from the sensations if he so chose. Slinking out of her body to leave her alone with the splitting hangover, leaving her to feel the violent punches of her opponents alone while he occasionally tossed out a comment or some kind of sarcastic encouragement. This usually resulted in a far lesser connection on his end as well. Staying out of her dopamine receptors, and nerve endings that would've given him the sensations, also resulted in a loss of connection to just about her entire head until he reestablished the connection.

He didn't want to feel the sensation of water on his skin but he still wanted music...great. and this was her problem how?

"It'll only be a couple minutes. You'll live." V rubbed the corner of her mouth as she waved a hand dismissively at him. She was met with a grimace from him as he opened his mouth, snapping out of and then into existence but in front of the curtain of the shower this time as he wiped his dry lips.

"Radio. Or I ain't screwing off and you get an audience for your shower."

𝘽𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝. 𝙒𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮?

His arms were crossed and the glare he was shooting her from behind his mirrored shades clearly stated that he was. He was still as a statue, determined in his decision, his jaw was set, a few strands of hair that lay in front of his eyes as he stared down at her. He wasn't particularly tall. V was sure she could point out a few people on the street who could easily trump him in size. And yet he was still held usually to the whim of V and where she decided to go and what she decided to do. She was sure his ego always took a beating whenever she shut down his ideas or suggestions, though he made sure to get his jabs in no matter what. Small battles he could win such as this.

V felt her eyebrows twitch as she leered at the engram, her hands ball-ed into fists at her side. She could always pop a few of Misty's pills, sure, but she was sure he'd come back with a passion whenever they wore off. Maybe even allowing himself to dip back into the violent and suicidal side he'd shown off in their first meeting.

"𝙋𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧."

She was cautiously optimistic now that he wouldn't parrot the sentiment again if put into the situation again. That they'd grown too close of "friends" for him to actively say he'd rather they both die together instead of exist with the notion that he a passenger in her brain and not at the wheel. Though a small part of her usually chimed up that she was giving too much credit. He may have found his vocabulary to involve more begrudgingly complimentary verbage and vocab towards her, but she was sure if pushed, he could find it in his heart to turn cruel and sour again. Maybe he didn't even care in the slightest about her well being and he was just buying time with a nice persona, hoping that she'd grow too attached and chicken out of getting rid of the biochip. Instead, letting him take over. Maybe he was-

"Earth to V." Dry humor in a haphazard tone. He snapped his fingers in front of her face before turning his pointer finger to the box on the counter by her couch.

"Radio. Water bill 'ill be sky high pretty soon."

She blinked for a few moments and flipped him the bird before storming off to the radio, tracing her fingers along the few buttons before flipping it on and listening to the music begin to fill what silence the static-crash of water droplets against the wall provided.

"Retro station. Might hear something of yours or some other fossil tune." Her snark was palpable but her fairly blank visage seemed to more than prove that it was more annoyance instead of anger that sparked her comment.

The distinct auditory cue of Johnny's disappearance resounded as V cast a glance over her shoulder. She managed to catch the final flashes of bright blue as his engram vanished from in front of the shower curtain and rematerialized on the couch, legs kicked high up on the back of the couch.

His face was upturned to the ceiling, his attention apparently too important to even toss her way now that he'd gotten what he'd wanted. Though he did give her a thumbs up, the metallic coating catching the light but not reflecting on anything properly on account of him not even being there. For something that didn't have any proper affect on the world as he was right now, he was an attention whore and still managed to cause her more strife than he had any right to on occasions.

She waved a hand absent-mindedly at him as she made her way to the shower sloughing off her jacket and boots which soon found a new home in a small pile by the sink. Her thumbs found the hook of her jeans, quickly finding herself casting another glance at Johnny, seemingly just to ensure his gaze had stayed intently focused on the ceiling, instead of a straying glance her way. Luckily, she was correct and his gaze was on the ceiling, the only proper change in behavior being he was making random gestures with his hands as he mouthed along the words to a song he seemingly recognized.

V wasn't sure if she could define the song by a genre even if held at gun point. In all honesty it just sounded like every other grunge rock band but evidently, Johnny enjoyed the sound enough to have not only listened to the song years before, but recognize it on a "retro" station after half a decade of hanging around in the mind-fuck that was "Cyberspace" as a whole.

She quickly yanked her top and pants off before slipping past the curtain and into the warm embrace of the water. Her gaze was low, focused on the stream of water as it stole the dirt, sweat and grime from her skin, leaving it to swirl on the floor of her shower before disappearing down the drain. She huffed softly, and dragged her nails along her scalp before slipping them through the strands of her hair, working knots out of her tresses.

The simple acts such as that were now things that seemed to be practically luxury now that she had barely had time to breath between jobs. There was always some Cyberpsycho causing a rampage, a race that needed to be run, or the emperor recent one, "Kerry's manager had signed a label without his knowledge and now all of a sudden it was her problem that needed solving too." After a few heated words had been shared, she'd found herself taking a picture for them, all together and smiling as if he hadn't been holding a gun at them and yelling like a loon mere moments before.

On the way home, she'd managed to find herself hit by a car after a few carless steps in the wrong direction and a few seconds spent focused trying to read a text from Claire and she'd found herself thrown across the street. The driver had quickly left and no one had said anything, 'course when she so much as made her ride jump the curb, every available unit had been on her ass before she could yell.

"Everyone, no matter what! Keep your eyes peeled for the gonk with the pink hair and Samurai jacket! No matter what she does, if you see her driving for even a split second, start shooting or T-bone her car!"

"Understood!"

Fuck off.

To be fair though, the last time she'd managed to mess up her driving, the police hadn't been there for a good long while, Instead johnny had also been keen on her about not scratching his ride after materializing in the passenger seat, insisting that she was being too reckless and should let him drive his Porsche instead.

"Show her how to really make it purr."

Screw off.

While Johnny taking over wasn't the worst thing known to man, it did leave her wife a killer headache and a queasy stomach. Especially the performance she'd allowed herself to be talked into as a last "hurrah" to Samurai. Her finger tips had been worked red if not bleeding, sure, but she could've sworn her ears had still been ringing, even hours after the gig had ended. Adrenaline still coursing through her body and making her feel more weary than she had any right to be when the high eventually ended.

She wiped water from her lashes, running her palm across the wet-canvas of her face as she exhaled. The warmth of her breath being lost in the swirl of steam that wafted form the steady flow of water. She blinked, a few droplets hanging on hard to her lashes as she stared down at her forearms as she held them firmly against the smooth tile of the shower wall. The vibrant colours of the Tyger Claw tattoo she'd gotten as well as the insufferable heart and arrow tattoo Johnny had gotten without her knowledge. She couldn't decide which tattoo made her more uncomfortable. The Tyger Claw's tattoo brought up memories of Wakako Okada and to some extent, Takemura, before he'd met his demise in the collapsing debris. If he'd managed to survive that, the Arasaka agents had probably ensured his brain had become well acquainted with a metric shit-ton of lead.

Takemura. Now that was someone she hadn't thought about in a hot minute. Why hadn't she? His blood was practically slathered on her hands, each handprint a deep crimson with all the other unfortunate souls she'd ended up killing on her own accord or simply as collateral damage. She'd planted bullet after bullet between the eyes of more people than she could count. Goro, Sampson, Jackie-

Jackie. That one still hurt. When they'd been sliding down the glass, the case containing the chip gripped tightly in his hand, she'd been sure she was going to die. The fall to the pavement below had driven a scream from her lips and she would've sworn up and down that she was was in more pain than she could put into words. Though the feeling that caught in her throat like bile when she'd seen Jackie clutching at the wound under his suit? Incomparable. His steps getting heavier as he trailer further and further behind, his breathing falling uneven as he attempted to continue shooting at enemies. The way his eyes had searched hers when they say in the car, a solemn expression on his face as he went limp. The way her breath had caught in her throat as she stared at his body- his mother. She had to tell his mother- she had to tell Misty- she had to- she had to-

Her throat tightened and her stomach churned as her knees buckled. A moment longer and she was forced to to watch whatever she'd recently ingested move down the drain, leaving her with a pale complexion and feeling grateful that Johnny had hopefully been too engrossed with the radio to hear her losing her lunch. It shouldn't have hurt so badly even this far past the actual event. Everytime she had saddled Scorpion's Apollo, she found herself feeling guilt gnaw at her mind. She owed it to Jackie to use his motorcycle, did she not? Though at the same time, she was terrified at the prospect of scratching it. Ruining the pristine condition he'd been convinced it had to be in. A bright coat of a paint and an engine that roared.

No. She didn't deserve to ruin that.

She would just fuck it up like she always seemed to.

As her stomach settled, she shoved her hair from her eyes again as she focused on the sensation of the tile against the tips of her fingers. The condensation clinging desperately to their section as V slid her hands back and forth across the tile. She was here. What was done was done. She could only hope she could do better in the future. A heavy exhale passed her lips as she blinked rapidly, the sound of the water slapping against the tiles filled the room, drowning out the sound of the radio in the other room.

Though the quiet chirp from her implants broke the monotony of the water before it could gain any proper standing. Panam. A nonchalant text about hearing about how the Aldecaldos had just moved again, a swift description of the environment before saying that she wished V was there. It set her stomach in knots again. Something she'd never managed to put into words was how desperately she had wanted to stay when Panam had offered. A moment of proper vulnerability as she attempted to explain why her staying would simply cause more strife than mirth. Though the Relic had malfunctioned and she'd fallen to her knees, waking up hours later. The explanation hadn't seemed in good place to put into words there. "I know you're worried that I'm dying but I'm not looking to burden you, bye!"

Panam wouldn't have allowed that excuse for a second. So instead, she'd gotten the concise phrasing that V had tried her best to keep to a script about. She was going to fix this. Fix the screwed up mess in her head and then she'd make her way back to Panam and she'd love among the nomads. Watch the setting sun fall beneath the dunes of desert rock and cacti, hear the wind whistle and the animals announce their presence during the dead of night. Spend hours around a campfire with people she could call family. But not right now. And not in the way V would like. Panam had rejected her advances before, seemingly downright uncomfortable much to the distress of a quickly apologetic V. V wanted something from Panam that she couldn't give, and she couldn't blame Panam for that. But she'd blame herself for being foolish enough to think it would work out.

V turned to the side, her back against the wall as she allowed herself to sit down on the shower floor, her gaze trained on the grout of the tiles as she laid her hands on her biceps, knees tucked to her chest as the water continued. She'd thought of them getting together since really the moment they'd met. A few anxious comments about beds or one room had been enough to tip Panam off, and V had spent that night laying in the twin bed staring at the wall, her back to Panam. Long hours spent envisioning and hoping that at some point she'd look over her shoulder and see Panam by the side of her bed, or that she'd find her lips meetings hers as she took a perch on the bed. But her sleepless night had ended with nothing except a few chortles from Johnny and a damp spot in her underwear.

The call came from the other room, though she didn't seem to care at the moment. "V! Mind toweling off and changing the station?" She was half-heartedly aware of the sound of the radio, the tune sounding more akin to something from a stereotypical boy band.

V moved a hand from her bicep, resting more on her hip as she tilted her head back to stare at the ceiling. An hour spent envisioning and day dreaming wouldn't hurt anybody. She brought her pointer and middle finger to rest slightly below her navel. It wasn't as though she was a virgin. She'd spread her legs more than a few times and allowed herself to be charmed by a few folks at bars. But she has never been big into masturbation.

"it's for lonely losers who can't get a proper lay." Would've probably been her response a while back. Well guess what, now she couldn't get a lay without having an almost perpetual spectator and commentator throwing in his two cents. A few moments chatting up a guy on Jig-Jig street had earned her a few comments from Johnny about how "This choom probably lets himself be cucked. Teeth like a beaver and hands that shake like a leaf. You really about to sleep with 'im? Everyone's got a low point I suppose." For the girls he'd jested about their tits, their hair, have much of their face was even 'ganic. Until eventually V had given up. Even if she'd managed to work through those comments, she'd have still be left with him casting judgement the minute the Omega Blockers wore off.

"Hundred eddies says you came faster than a choir boy getting dicked by a priest."

"Standards really got that low, huh?"

An endless barrage of condescending comments would probably be what she was met with whenever she came back to reality. Though in all fairness, it been a while since one of those comments had passed Johnny's lips. Or at least he made it more obvious that he meant it as good natured teasing as opposed to rabid mockery. Guess she was one of those sexually lonely losers now though.

"V! Station change. They're playing genuine shit now. I didn't listen to some of these songs when they came out so why the hell would I want to listen to them now?"

She ran her fingertips along the length of her vulva for a few moments, giving her clit a few flicks before sinking her fingers into the warmth of her cunt up to the second knuckle. It drove a startled grunt from her mouth, though she stifled it as best she could. A fake cough also being utilized Incase somehow Johnny heard her over the sound of the radio and the sound of the water. She felt like a skittish teen again, looking at pictures of things she's shouldn't have been, hands below the covers of her bed as she attempted to listen for the sound of her guardians footsteps.

Why the hell would Johnny care anyways? She'd already had the misfortune of viewing a memory of him screwing his old girlfriend, albeit that was from Brigitte's will and Johnny had held just as much influence over the viewing as V had. That is to say, they'd tossed a memory in his face and he'd been forced to relive it. Whether he considered it as a source of shame for his prior actions or a source of pride for his "glory days" she couldn't tell. It was always hard to pin things down with him. Though the point had still been that he had no control over what she saw or was tossed to watch in that instance. She on the other hand, was very much aware and in control of her actions.

Whatever. It was her body. After a few more moments, she went back to slow and tedious work with her fingers. Her thumbs rested on her clit, as she used her point and middle finger to work in and out of her cunt. She'd been expecting more of a reaction from herself in all honesty, some further flurry of arousal as she attempted to work herself up to an orgasm. Though she suspected her aforementioned views and the coinciding habits had very well left her as rusty in this area of expertise.

"Alright, just have to try something different."

V didn't own any sex toys. If she'd been horny, she'd find someone to sleep with. Instead, she let her eyes travel the walls of her shower in search of something to improvise with. Her shower walls were typically bare, though she'd bought a handled loofah a while back when she'd begun going to sleep in her undergarments and finding the stains of grime and blood that had been left in spots she couldn't reach. She reached up and over, unhooking the handle from the small hook she'd latched to the wall.

The whole item was probably a bit longer than her forearm, though she had little intention of pushing herself near that far. Instead, she attempted to mentally measure the length of the texture handle and the groves that sat in it, allowing someone's hand to grab hold of the tool easier. She'd never been the best at math or guess work but if she had to wager, she'd say that portion was maybe 5 or 6 inches long. She blinked and turned the item over in her hands a few times. She was desperate sure, but was she really this bored? ....yes

She turned the loofah part to face away from her, positioning the handle towards her cunt, where she began to languidly drag the handle up and down the length of her vulva. She watched the subtle twitch of her legs as the pressed and flicked her clit with the handle as she huffed softly. Another soft grunt left her lips as she sheathed the handle in the warmth of her cunt as she brought her left hand to wipe the droplets from her lashes. She tightened her grip on the handle before coaxing the ridge coated handle back and forth, a firm shove back in her pussy that made her brows furrow at the surprisingly unpleasant and dull pain that the contact made.

Maybe she was sore? Maybe this was how it was supposed to feel when she wasn't drunk as a skunk with the scent of liquor on her breath, enough alcohol in her blood to knock an elephant out and dull the feeling. A mental shrug fell over her as she pulled the handle out again, dragged further out and angled up so that the ridges bumped against her clit as it sunk back in. Another full pang. Fuck, what was she doing wrong? Seemingly out of frustration now, she worked harder, a thumb on her clit as she tried to fix her mistakes. A harder slam, a sharper angle. How was she this bad at something as simply as getting herself off? She-

"Knock it off or do it right." The voice was an uninvited intrusion, the sound of the pixels reforming hadn't even been heard by V as she cast her gaze to the voices direction to the form of Johnny standing in the doorway of the shower. V quickly yanked the handle out of her cunt, her eyes narrowed to allow a better leer as she gritted her teeth.

"Fuck off, Johnny!" It was barely a coherent sentence, blurted out in a way that sounded more akin to a tell of frustration rather than an attempt at communication. She'd let him use the radio. He was a lot of things, but she had at least expected to be able to count on him keeping his word for something as simple as staying out of the shower while she used it. What should've been basic courtesy had even been an exchange. Radio for alone time. And he couldn't even do that! He-

"Not happening. You're screwing yourself like a virgin." The reply was more matter-of-fact than what V enjoyed, though when she got her thoughts together to toss a mental message his way, she was cut off by his continued message. His arms were crossed, his head tilted so the crown rested against the wall that he was leaning against.

"Fuck, all the gonks in Night City and I still managed to get saddled with the only one who can't make 'erself see stars. You realize how bullshit that is? I-"

"Why is this any of your god damn business? Turned on the radio for you. Go listen to it."

She was met with an arched brow from him as he looked at her from over his glasses. The polarized aviators didn't have much light to catch from the surrounding environment, but the dull glow of her bathroom light still caught and brought an orange hue to the shades.

"Radio channel started playing shit. Asked you to come change it. You didn't. I figured you had to be listening to something pretty good if you couldn't hear me, so I tuned in only to find lo-and-behold, you were sitting there hammering that into your pussy. Wouldn't normally care, but considerin' I, as your glorious passenger have the luxury of getting tangled in your sensations, I figured I have a right and obligation to tell you: you're doing it wrong."

"Great. You told me. Now screw off."

"Options are, cheesy boy band radio, sensory deprivation, or feeling you try and jack-off. I pick the latest. And, since I'm such a generous brain tumor, I'll even offer you something."

"Unless it's you fucking off, I don't care."

"Whatever gonk it was that jammed that stick up your ass even further than it already was is a talented creature. I'll give 'em that." He fished in his pockets for a moment, absent-mindedly speaking as he yoinked a cigarette from the crumbled box on his pants. It wasn't as though his pack had nicotine or even gave any sensation when he smoked them, so V always ended up looking at him through scrunched eyes and a raised brow as he puffed. Small plumes of smoke curling in the air around him as he waved a hand to emphasize a point, ashes falling off the tip of the cigarette as his movements became more dramatic.

"Ain't like I'm asking you to pop one of the pills and let me grip the wheel. Just a little trust instead." His statement was followed by stare that made V's skin crawl as she haphazardly attempted to cover her breasts, her legs held close together in order to retain some form of dignity.

"Uh-huh. And what's this trust exercise get you? Another date with Rogue? Another 'boy's night out'?" The warm droplets of the torrent traced over the gooseflesh that had developed on her skin during the initial startle.

"Nothing more than what I'd be getting already. I'll just stay synced to you so we can actually screw off properly, unlike whatever the hell you'd call your activity. Plain impalement. Gonna bruise your cervix all wrong and make your hips ache. Though if you wanna bang yourself up enough so you end up wobbling around tomorrow like your boyfriend went overboard on you the night prior, feel free." Monotone. Deadpan....jerk. V's brows knitted together as she glared up at the musician. A few moments later and she found her nails digging hard crescents into her palm as the water pelted her.

His discomfort at the water seemed palpable, practically twitching at every droplet that hit her skin, though he held his ground as the offer filled the dead air with a pregnant pause. He'd made jabs about something as small as Kerry's offhanded tease about sleeping together. Her chastised her for her conversation with the Joy-Toy in Clouds. He'd insisted they should leave Judy to sulk in the cabin. A moment spent attempting to discuss her thoughts with Panam was met with him yammering away at how corny V was being or that Panam wouldn't be as understanding as V hoped.

Whoever spoke first, lost. It didn't matter what passed their lips at this point, whoever finished their "silent vigil" first, would be on the loosing end. And that wouldn't be V.

That. Wouldn't. Be. V.

Absolutely not.

Wouldn't be V.

No matter what.

Wouldn't be.....

"Pervert."

"Whore."

"Cuck."

"Skank."

Goddamnit.

V cursed herself as she watched take a knee in front of her in. The flecks of warm water droplets sending the pixels of his form into a frenzy as he squatted and situated in front of her. What the hell was he even going to do? The world's shittiest game of Simon Says? It seemed leagues stupider than it had been before.

"Well I mean- hold on-." Bashful didn't describe it properly, sheer embarrassed was probably the better word for her feelings at the moment.

"Gettin' antsy?"

"No, just-" Sorry, you just make me nervous and sometimes me heart feels like it's in my throat when I look at you. Hell no. Fat chance she would ever say that in front of him. Instead, she furrowed her brows and worked up an attempt at venom in her voice, trying to make the comment snide.

"Know sure as hell we aren't working with actual sex, so how do you have any 'perience with this style? Rogue and Alt prefer a dildo or a JoyToy and they let you sit in a chair to watch?" .....did that sound like anything? Shit, she hoped it did. Though Johnny's seemingly disinterested expression proved otherwise.

"I'm not the one fucking 'emself on a handle. Wanna keep running your mouth and I'll have no problem leaving you to whimper as you bruise yourself up." The gaze that he shot her was a narrowed eyed stare over the rim of his glasses. "You want my input or not?"

impudent. Unbelievable. Rather than attempt whatever staring contest he seemed intent on putting on, she turned her gaze to the side. Her line of sight lay solely on the shower wall now, watching the traces of condensation slide down the tiles in an race with endless opponents, ending with their demise as they hit the floor and joined the swirling mess of droplets that traveled to the drain, swept away in the pipes.

She was wasting water.

She was reminded of her time at her prior job, her shoes clicking quietly against the elevator floor as it took it's sweet time to bring her to higher floors of the tower. Files or miscellaneous papers had a permanent home in her hands, clutched to her chest or held by her side. But she always had somewhere to be and something to do. Another bonus assignment, another bullet to be subtly placed between someone's eyes. Another employee let go. Another ex-employee who seemed too lose lipped about company secrets needing a proper silencing. Someone to serve because her own wallet seemingly couldn't get fat enough.

She was wasting water.

She might've screwed up, sure. Gotten herself kicked out of the company. Gotten her privileges, her money, her status, everything revoked. She could live with that. It should've only affected her. She'd been sloppy. Should've covered her tracks. But it'd tossed her into Jackie's arms. Made her get more involved with the family. Made her bring him into further danger. Get him brought into a job he didn't need to take. Get him six feet under and her still alive. Why did she deserve to even live? She was a walking time bomb. Half her brain wasn't even her own, a Frankensteined mishmash of her's and Johnny's. She should've died in that car. Jackie would've known what to do. He would've had a better plan besides running around Night City desperately hoping someone could help. He would've figured something out. Or at least spent his last few months in a meaningful way. He had a mother and family that cared for him, that mourned him. What did V have? What would she have when she finally dropped dropped dead? What would Silverhand be met by? A stray cat that drank from the sink and a few motorcycles. She was a fuck-up.

She was wasting water.

"V?" A vibrant buzz of sensations along her face caught her attention. She might've jumped had it felt like her legs were willing, but instead she found herself simply snapping her gaze back to Johnny. She was met with a seemingly somber expression despite his recent snark.

"Everythin' good?"

Did she want to tell him? She didn't think he'd be winning any awards for sympathy anytime soon but it wasn't as though he was wholly apathetic to her. Divulge a bit. Share the psychological burden. It couldn't be that hard, right? Just say it. Say you felt guilty about Jackie. Say you weren't sure if you even wanted to be alive right now. Say sometimes you wished Johnny would take overall ready so you wouldn't have to live with a brain that seemed intent to make you feel like every second you were alive was a second wasted. Say it. Say-

"Just thinking about how you took your sweet fucking time before even deciding to offer help. Hoping that I'd be desperate enough for your input if you let me bang myself up a bit?"

"Don't lose your tits. Know damn well I don't have the luxury of getting your sensations the minute you do. Got your attention when I felt it." The sanely grin had returned to his face and she watched him pull his hand away from where he'd evidently touched at her face for her attention. As time had gone on and his own tumorous brain had begun to make the beginnings of nerves, they'd found that it was possible to get flashes of sensations of the other as if they were genuinely touching. His brain registered that he was touching something and as such attempted to make a copy of it for him to interact with in Cyberspace as he often did with stools, bottles or even when he leaned against or sat on something. Her brain, now half overridden with his, registered that and began to attempt to register his interaction with the copied item at the same time as it misfired and worked through the idea of seeing something touching her but not feeling it. His brain registered that he should feel her while also trying to copy her. Her brain registered trying to copy itself for him to interact with while also registering that she should feel something. All this culminated in a misfire on both their ends which usually manifested as a subtle buzz that traveled through her as though a dulled version of what happened last time she'd accidentally grabbed the metal prongs of a plug when she'd been pulling it from its socket.

It only lasted a second if that, but it was still something.

"Uh-huh, sure." Snide. Keep your tone level. V watched the way he had begun to flinch every few seconds. His face scrunching as if in disgust but quickly returning to what she considered his normally sneer not long after, flicking his face to the wall opposite side of the shower head when he did. V didn't envy his position, she couldn't be sure if his brain was registering all the droplets and slapping the sensation across his body every few seconds or if maybe he felt it as individual flecks hitting him. Whatever sensation it was, she found her mind likening it to Chinese Water Torture as she kept her gaze on his attempt at subtly or playing off his flinching as he kept his eyes locked onto hers.

V brought her hands to just barely grace the end of the handle, unsure where to rest her palms now that the attention was on her. Blush laid claim to her face as she attempted to keep her expression null, though he reached out all the same and brought his hand to rest on the hilt of the handle. Her hand snapped to attention as the same jolt was sent through her skin, retracting her digits to lay across her chest as though clutching at pearls.

Bzzzt

You're here? I'm here. You're here. I'm here?

Bzzzt

That was how V had chosen to envision the split second interaction between their brains as they confused themselves. Though it didn't matter much how she pictured the conversation. The "why" was not the main thought in her mind as she watched Johnny reach forward to try and put the sensation to use.

A momentary glance up at her seemed all the warning for his quick experiment before he rolled his point finger to lay curled on his thumb before snapping it forward to flick her clit with his chrome arm while his other hand resting gently on the handle.

A yelp had forced it's way from V's throat before she'd even registered the vocalization, leaving her seemingly just as startled by the noise as him. It hadn't burned and the sensation hadn't been entirely unpleasant, but the feeling had still shot through her in a white-hot burst. She could only suspect that the more unpleasant or seemingly more intense part of the sensation had now gone simply from the fact that the connection was moving through a simply more sensitive portion of her body. Similar, she supposed, to how a tattoo hurt more in certain areas than it did in others considering where you got it. Ribs, hands, neck, versus arm or legs. Her brows were scrunched together, almost in a scorn of disapproval as she attempted to keep a straight face and turn her attention to the side.

She believed he'd called it a "whore face". An argument had broken out between them over whether he could have the body to get a good lay. He claimed that 50 years of celibacy was more than any human should go through and she'd insisted he should drop dead. At that point he'd begun tossing out off-handed and almost off-handed comments in a way of coping with the disappointment. The fox calling the grapes sour as it were.

"Not interested in lookin' up and catching glance of the mirror above an' your whore face starin' back at me anyways." Had been his final comment, refusing elaboration before disappearing in an explosion of pixels and a flash of bright colours that lingered in the air for a moment or two afterwards. Regardless of if he'd meant it or not, the comment had stuck with her and she seemed intent to not give any of the illusive "whore face" if she could help it. If that meant staring like she'd had a lemon crammed in her mouth, so be it.

"Not even a smile? How'm I s'pose to know if I'm doin' a good job or not?" The snide smirk returned to his lips as he leaned to the left to try and keep in her gaze. A second later and she'd managed to wrangle her expression under control and she'd opened her mouth to speak, though he seemed acutely aware of this as his finger snapped forward from another nonchalant flick. Under normal circumstances she was sure she wouldn't find herself fighting the urge to yank her legs to her chest while she twitched from something as simple as her clit being flicked. Or at least not on the second or third flick. Though the seemingly spastic flurries of activity that his touch sparked in both their brains have V some kind of comfort and reassurance that this wasn't indeed normal circumstances.

"Just help already." An embarrassed whisper as she lay her left hand over her eyes.

"Couldn't quite her you. Gotta speak up for me, V." Jackass.

"Fuck me, Johnny!" Louder than she'd intended. Please don't let another noise complaint from her neighbors come her way. "...please." Less whiney. Curt. Good.

A roll of his eyes was the reaction she'd expected to be met with, and she was not surprised when he executed the action. His fingers rested on the handle again, the copy of the loofah forming almost instantly as the dull throb took hold of her cunt.

You're here? I'm here. You're here. I'm here?

Though now it worked from what she could only assume was Johnn's brain registering the use of cyberspace for objects as the same as himself.

I'm here. You're here. You must be me too.

You're here? I'm here. You're here. I'm here?

Whatever the fucking reason, V was glad it was in the coding or a glitch in the Biochip. Didn't feel like anyone had crammed a proper dick in her by any means but the dull shocks that came from the contact between his copy of the handle and her pussy were more than enough to make her yelp.

A soft whimper was dragged from her throat as she felt the languid motion of the handle dragging out slowly before sinking back in after making a circular motion at the end as if Johnny was cutting something with a knife. Pull back, lift up, push forward with motion in the hilt.

With her fingers lain across her eyes now, she turned her head to the side again. Her cheek brushing the wet tile of the wall as she let him repeat the motion a few more times over. The sensation of sparks zipping across and through her flesh as the contact continued, the hilt going as far deep as it could without bumping into one of her walls or her cervix sent a snap of sparks through her. The sensation made her clench her jaw and she might've sworn her heart had jumped into her throat if she hadn't felt it slamming like a truck in her chest.

Alongside the whimper that surprised her by slipping past her lips, she managed to hear it met with a soft grunt from her compatriot over the sound of the splashing water. The distinct chorus of the pixels of Johnny and the loofah copy loading in and out of existence as he worked filled in just about every second of empty audio space.

The rhythm of his motions had been set into a mental rut in her mind, only to be abruptly interrupted by the sensation of the sparks on her clit again as he laid his thumb on top of it. Letting the sensation repeat as he just barely graced the top in subtle bumps that sent jolts through her body. What ended up shocking her was the mewl that clawed its way out of her throat after a few moments as the bolt of energy flooded through her body again.

Her hand quickly slipped from her eyes, laying across her mouth in an attempt to keep further noises off her lips. Though a glance from her newly uncovered eyes showed her that Johnny seemed less than excited about the new situation.

"Gettin' shy? Seriously?" He might've meant it to sound sterner than it did, or maybe he'd simply choked on something, but she could've sworn his own voice warbling did show that to some extent, that the overwhelm of her senses and the borderline overstimulation was getting to him too.

She couldn't trust her voice and tongue to not screw up whatever snide comment or retort to try and take him down a peg. A warble in her throat from his pace picking up or maybe shoving the handle forward with the intent of tripping up her speech. Instead, she held her tied tongue and kept her hand laid across her mouth, though the small flecks of tears forming at the corners of her eyes seemed to say enough. It wasn't as though it felt perfect or even entirely pleasant to that extent, the jolt through her body served amazing stimulation sure, but the force of it, and even the sensation in it of itself also hurt.

It felt as though she'd banged her elbow on a table and the dull yet simultaneously all encompassing shock of her nerves trying desperately to try and figure out how to register the sensation had been spread through her whole body. She wouldn't pretend that some amount of the sensation wasn't pleasurable, but the amount of pleasure compared to the overwhelming static of emotions didn't serve as a fair trade off.

The handle bumped against her cervix again and she practically yelled from behind her hand. An impromptu orgasm rocking over her and finally driving the tears from her eyes and chasing them down her face as her breathing hitched. What surprised her, was when the burning sensation left her suddenly, torn from her as though someone had ripped a burning torch from between her legs.

She already suspected the reason, but she wasn't soon going to let herself admit that it'd been too much. The minute she looked over at Johnny, she'd be admitting that she cried from a single orgasm. Regardless of the fact that it'd felt like someone had been tearing up her inside with a dagger. Regardless of the fact that she wagered she'd rather take a bow of celibacy than have to deal with that same sensation anytime she found intimacy in others. Regardless, she was certain she'd still find herself being teased by Johnny about this. "Her breakdown" she was sure was what he'd call it. Something condescending or-

The sound of him leaving the environment in a burst of pixels took her by surprise, leaving her sitting alone in the shower.

~

Crawling into bed to sleep drew images of a wounded dog crawling into it's well-worn bed to lick its wounds. She could only imagine Johnny had spent the time in-between the moment in the shower and now, laughing to his hearts content in Cyberspace. She was sure the insults he'd toss her way when he rematerialized during whatever time suited him would be demeaning. Condescending. Whatever it was, she didn't want to hear it. Though the distinct sound of him snapping back into the visual plane drew her attention.

The sound came from behind her and she imagined he was probably sitting with his back against the wall, snide grin on his face and a cigarette gripped between his fingers. Maybe he wouldn't even let her sleep. Just chat her ear off or mock her. Though she wouldn't roll over completely and was already attempting to compile a list of retorts, specialized to his narcissistic, bombastic, rocker boy-

"Y'okay?"

A second or two passed....Concern? Was he goading her into seeming more pitiful than she already did? He hadn't sounded curt. He hadn't sounded particularly snarky either. A few more cautious seconds passed before she cast her gaze in his direction, looking at him over her shoulder. He didn't look as though he was waiting on the edge of his seat for an answer, eyes wide and chewing his lips in concern. But his brows were still twitching and seemed further scrunched than they typically were in his scornful glares. Actual concern.

Say you're fine. Say you're fine, tell him to fuck off and then continue with your shower. Tell him to go back to his stupid radio and leave you alone. Tell him-

"No."

"Didn't mean to hurt you that much in the shower. Don't know entirely about your pain tolerance but I just thought-"

"Fuck, Johnny, no it's not just that." She'd already returned her head to her pillow, staring across her upturned and well lived in apartment at Nibbles as he sat on the back of the couch and slept peacefully.

She could hear him open his mouth to speak, though he stayed quiet. Seemingly not finding the right words. Instead, she heard the shuffle of movement and saw his boots come into view at the foot of her bed an the corner of her eye to realize he was simply laying down on his back next to her, staring at the ceiling of her bed.

If she wanted to speak, now was her chance. Don't screw it up.

"I know-..."

Don't trail off. Speak now or forever hold your peace.

"I don't think I even deserve to be alive."

Silence. Crickets. A passing car. Johnny held his tongue.

Keep going.

"Started with Jackie. Well I mean, it didn't start with Jackie. Felt this way for a while but Jackie was the first real solid stake hold. Been thinking about how I should've been the one to die in that car. Bleed out and have my body sent nowhere. He had a family. He had people who needed him. People who missed him when he died. He was wheezing, panting like a dog and pale as a ghost but still refused to really let on that he knew he wasn't making it. He was strong. Just about everyone at that funeral knew it. In one was or another they'd all seen him act like their own personal savior. Caring boyfriend, trusted friend. They all had the right to mourn him. But Mama Welles asking me over there? What did I know him for? I spent six months taking their food, stealing a mother's boy away from her in order in earn scraps of eddies with him. I took someone's lover. He was a fighter sure, but he had a right to his own happiness and I just couldn't leave well enough alone. I tumbled in there like a damn tornado and screwed up everything that could've been. A moment of Jackie at Mama Welles bedside as she said goodbye. A moment of Jackie slippin' a ring on Misty's finger. Me? I don't even know who Delamain would've sent my corpse to. Probably couldn't kicked me into a dump without much fuss from anyone else. Goro too. He had a goal. He only got into proper trouble and that building with Hanako because of me and Jackie. He might've managed to actually get away or-"

"V. Goro would've died a Corpo dog. Shot in an alley in then dumped in a trash heap like worthless scum. He would've died without justified sense on his end. Yorinobu would've killed him and Goro would've taken it because of his whole bullshit obsession with honor. At least with you, he died for a cause he at least gave a fuck about. Do you really think he wouldn't have said 'no' if he had wanted out?"

"No, I just-"

"And I don't believe for a single second you'd trade Jackie's death for what you're doing now. Blood on your hands, vomit on the streets, bullets flying past your skull and not thinking you'll be around to see next summer. You wanna be emotional? Be emotional, you'd be trading his death, his death that meant something to you, for a death where he didn't even get to stay dead because I'd be livin' in his corpse. Forcing his family to see that, know that they couldn't bury their boy because they'd be killing someone else and 'Jackie wouldn't want that'. You wanna say you'd prefer a place where Misty really got to see Jackie rot from the inside-out as he stumbled through each day in a collapse and seizure ridden haze like you do? You want to make his mom see him like that.You wanna be pragmatic? Be pragmatic, you'd be leaving Jackie to suffer for six months as he scampered for help like you're doing. You'd be making those he loved watch him grow desperate, make deals with people he wouldn't bring around his family in desperate hopes of kicking his death date further away. I know you're sad. And I know-....Look I know it hurts, V. But thinking like that doesn't help anybody. And if sure as hell doesn't help you. I ain't saying you're a saint. I ain't saying you ain't made mistakes. But I want you to understand this, "

She couldn't be sure if he'd paused for effect or if it'd been unintentional, but she still found herself listening intently, even if she wouldn't admit it.

"Even though you may be a proper gonk sometimes, you've got a right to live, V. Don't forget it."

...oh.

Her breathing was soft. Shallow kitten licks of air as she stayed silent in fears of disturbing the bitter-sweet quiet that had settled over them. The small buzz of energy settled through her as she felt him rest his hand on her shoulder.

You're here? I'm here.

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Slash/Back

Why are they starting it like a documentary ?

Okay fishing boat

Blubber whale seal? Diced raw fish

Daughter father hunting

She can shoot

6 years later

Snow cores? ( i was looking down 😭)

White guy? Researcher

Some samples

Pulsing brain looking thingy in the show

ALIEN FACE SNATCH

And he gone

Soilstice

She looks too old to be a playground

But too old to jand with dad

Quarter allowance DAMN

60 weeks to save 15$

The toothless kid is getting stolen from by older girl

With the braids

No this one got braids too

Bike rescuer bout to save lil bit money

BIKE RACE

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Some girl harpooned a whale (reportedly)

"you're vicious on insta" I LOVE A DEAD PAN DELIVERY

They conspiring to go out on a boat alone

Dead white man on the news

She sunk out with the gun

(it has a scope) she's a long shot

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She said i can make deals 🤣🤣

Old man caught them talking the boat out peak small town

Lil bit biked all the way to where they are or is she somewhere else by herself??

No she there

Polar bear

Whoa! Very far away to shoot it isn't that illegal

Bear attack

One shot still coming 2 girl shooters

Oh but this over folds under pressure

It got lil bit

Ooo she dead

Shot 2 main hunter girl got em

But lik bit

Holy crap how is she not mauled to death

She was just out, not a single scratch concussion only

They bail

OH AND THE BEAR has the alien thing inside it

They at least clocked the bear looked sus and was charging all wild like one foot was twisted

Black blood

Whitecop hassles kids

Anuk cop saves the day

Look into the kids respectives home

Well off girl parents ignore her

Main girls?? Step mom kinda mean v young??

Dead pan girl mom feeds her only big girl

Tattling is still the primary currency at that age

Shooter no 1 went to find the bear

Find the bike

Alien got somebody at the dock

Granny got dementia

Earlier they were dating all the adults get shit faced

Reference to one abusive parent

Shooter no 1 found the (ookie?) Goopy alien mother ship

Good alien visual bad fox puppet visuals and fight scene

Ookie knifed the fox

Saw the dock worker and other animals getting turned

She's the only one that believes the old stories

At the hot guys house party

Hot guy likes main girl

Main girl is like very queer coded

Lots of internalized racism from her

Kfc expensive yikes

What defines country food ?

I guess shes the trailer trash kid of the already poor kids

White cop got turned by polar bear alien now the literal embodiment of terror to the community

Main kid )maika is being mean to everybody who connects to their culture like literally triggered

Uhp hot boy might just want to hang out with her dad and be a great hunter

Could be both

Ookie came back and warned them but they aren't buying it

Cop there

Oh full exorcist very nice up the stairs

All this is giving Vincent denofrio man n black meat suit doesn't fit btw

Ookie and maika both carry knives

Alien cop went after ookie maika slasher him he ran off

They realized lil bit could be next because she was attacked earlier

These things aren't much for marathons

Sprints only they give up fast

Or more accurate like humans

They sprint, wait, and track

They had sense enough to call police but not mention aliens (say it's drunk men)

This was a weird transition

But now they are building a fort (for nostalgia) the older girls are obviously trying to calm the younger ones down but it was a stiff scene

The acting and writing is a bit inconsistent

That cop lady come to the rescue but she got killed off screen

Strategy session

Noodles and claws

Knife is an oolu

They do the weird walk until they get close

When they get far away they just slow down and go back on exorcist walking 🤣🤣

🤣 dummies think they are tricking us 🤣

U have to be brave

The fuck i do!! 😭😭 that's the first time i heard that

Lol what did she spray

Speaking of it's a literal dkunk outside RN

Timing 🕝

Okay rich girl is staying with the lil kids inside a steel cargo carrier

The girls bail and get tooled up

And hunting make up (imitation ink)

They are unserious in only a way that kids can be

Set a trap 1 down

Hot boy

Trap 2 w/ the quad

Failure

Oakie injury

Maika lost the gun

Everyone is proving to be a better friend than protag

Aliens in maika house

Excellent transition

She got knocked down the whole screen went blank then we flash back to another childhood hunting scene

Old man managed to get away official mantle pass (mechete) to maika and she gets him

Oh the mother ship sent out a beacon after that death

Lol aliens said fuck this shit and just left

Back on the boat with pop

Maika got a job

Seem like dad drinking less is the implication

Lol i guess the news found out ookie is like me i found the aliens interview ME

LAND BACK at the end there

V cute

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[crumbledcastle28]

Leo Valdez: You’re Distracting Me

🚨SMUT! MINORS DNI! 🚨

Pairing: Leo Valdez x fem!reader

Summary: Watching Leo work in Bunker 9 is one of your favorite things to do. This time, however, things get a bit more interesting…

Warnings: SMUT!!!! Leo and reader are aged up. Major dirty talk. Reader being lifted. Heavy touching. P in V sex. Leo being a cocky bastard. Please practice safe sex and consent!!

Nothing could beat watching Leo work.

His arms, his back, his fingers, all coated in sweat as he focused intensely on his project. This time around, it was a new jaw for Festus. He pounded on the metal with his hammer, stuck it into fire to allow it to get malleable, and then he hammered again.

You leaned against the doorframe of the entrance to his work area, and just watched. Completely entranced by his every move. His workshop contained a single work desk at the center, with different tools and blueprints scattered around it. This desk was the main area he worked at. You loved when he leaned over it, gliding his lean fingers over the words of his documents.

Today, however, mainly consisted of forming said jaw to fit Festus. Which meant a hell of a view for you.

Chase Atlantic was blaring from his speaker, and it was so hot in the room from the fire that he didn’t even have a shirt on under his suspenders. Sweat glistened down his back and his hair was messy from his hands running through it. You didn’t even need to see his whole body, just his back was enough.

You just wanted to go over and touch him. Anywhere. Everywhere. You wanted his lips on your neck, his hands on your waist, while he pounded into you relentlessly. You wanted his tongue to glide over your collarbone as you finally released your orgasm, his moans in your ear with small groans of profanities spilling from his lips-

“I know you’re there,” you hear from inside the bunker, and you blink your eyes back into focus. You are met with Leo turned around to face you with a smirk on his face, a small drip of sweat dripping down his v-line. He still had his hammer in his hand, so he had to have just seen you

Thank god, you think to yourself.

“Can i come in?” you ask him, and he nods. You make your way over to him, scanning his whole body. He knew what you were doing, and his eyes started darkening at the thought of where this could lead already.

You were in smaller pajama shorts and a light grey T-shirt. It was simple, but so hot. Your power over him was scary. The slightest thing about you could make him rock hard.

Especially the fact that you were actively fucking him with your eyes just now.

He turned around to set his hammer down, before he turned back to face you and leaned back onto the desk. This made his arms pop a bit and his abs flex.

By the time you made it to him, you were almost shaking with need. You looked up into his eyes, seeing his golden skin up close. You squeezed your hands into fists to prevent yourself from feeling down his stomach.

You wanted him to feel what you felt. Make him wait for it.

“How’s the jaw coming,” you whisper seductively. You were close enough that he could feel your breath on his face slightly, and he had to grip the side of the table to stop himself from playing into your game.

“Good,” he says, tilting his head to the right a little. Your lips were centimeters away at this point. It was torture.

“Shouldn’t you focus on that,” you whispered with a smile forming on your face. Leo’s cock throbbed in his pants from your teasing tone.

That’s enough, he thought to himself, before he mashed his lips with yours.

He whimpered into the kiss, finally feeling his relief. He pulled you closer to him by your waist, and your bodies fell into a rhythm. Your traced over his chest and abs with your nails, causing goosebumps to form on his body.

Your tongues collided, and that’s when you knew you were done for. You let out the moan you had been holding in retaliation to tease Leo, and he took this as his final breaking point.

He needed to fuck you. Now.

He pulled away, sucking in heavy breaths.

“Jump,” he mumbled against your lips, and you complied. You grasped his shoulders as he caught you by your ass, and turned you around to set you on his desk. You felt the cool wall hit your back and whimpered slightly. He set you down gently, before tiling his head to kiss your neck.

“You’re distracting me,” he breathed against your neck, and you let out a breathy laugh.

He kissed all the way up from your collarbone to your ear, and your eyes began to flutter closed at the sensation, small moans escaping your lips. Your hands gripped his bare back, squeezing harder when he hit a spot you liked.

He kissed your neck firmly one more time before pulling away and looking into your eyes.

“Are you sure you wanna do this here?” he asked you. His eyes showed genuine concern that you wanted to stop, and your heart just about melted.

“Yes Leo,” you said while pushing his messy hair off of his forehead. “Please,” you said, and that cocky smile returned back to his face.

“Alright. Let me know if you wanna stop,” he said. He eyes dipped down to your shirt.

“Cause I can’t even think straight right now,” he said, and you grinned. You could see his eyes on your shirt, no doubt wanting it off of you. You kissed his cheek, then leaned against the wall to pull your own shirt off.

He stared at you while you did this, letting his eyes scope your bare body. You didn’t have a bra on, since you were in your pajamas, so your entire bare chest was revealed to him. Your nipples hardened at the hot steamy air hitting them.

No matter how many times you and Leo did something like this, his jaw always dropped at the sight of your naked body.

He chuckled slightly before holding both sides of your face and bringing you into a deep kiss.

“Still can’t believe you’re mine,” he mumbled into your mouth before he fully pressed your body against the wall. Your tongues met once more, and both you and Leo moaned at the feeling of it. He slowly glided his hands up to your beasts, massaging them slightly, and you let out a breath through your nose at the sensation.

You two continued to make out for several minutes. You pulled his suspenders off his body, leaving him in only his boxer shorts. He peeled your shorts off as well, so now you both were just down to your underwear.

You kissed his neck, leaving hickeys going across his chest. His hands gripped your hair as you did this, massaging your scalp. Groans of pleasure left his lips at your lips kissing and sucking at his skin. He could get addicted to this feeling if he wasn’t careful.

Your heavy breathing mixed with the music in the back was erotic. Your brain could barely even register what was happening. All you felt was Leo pressed against you, feeling you all over, and you were gone.

Leo eventually scraped his hands down to your underwear, and pulled away from your lips to look you in the eyes once more. He left his hands on your waistband.

“It’s alright baby,” you said with a kiss to his nose. “Take them off.”

He nodded against your forehead before helping you shimmy out of your underwear. It was a bit awkward since you were sitting down, but he lifted you slightly so you could slide them off. You could see his hands shaking from want and anxiousness.

You traced your fingers down to his boxers and rubbed the waistline with your thumb.

“Can I?” you asked him, and he nodded eagerly. You pushed his boxers down his hips and allowed his fully naked body to be revealed to you. You traced his hipbones, pulling him closer to your body.

“You’re so perfect,” you said to him. “My handsome boy.”

He groaned at your words, pecking your lips slightly.

“I wanna be inside you,” he whispered, and you nodded eagerly.

He opened the top drawer of his desk and pulled a condom out from basically thin air.

“Definitely haven’t thought about doing this before,” he said sarcastically, and you giggled.

He got the condom open and you helped him slide it on his dick, rubbing it slightly as you did so. He let out a moan that you hadn’t heard yet that night.

Once Leo finally entered you, your body lit on fire.

He started slowly, but as you grew slicker, he sped up his pace. He gripped your hips and moaned into your neck, kissing and biting you as he moved.

“You feel so good,” you moaned out. “Always so good to me.”

He definitely sped up after you let those words out. His entire desk was rocking at this point, and as he grew more desperate to please you, he had less and less control over his mouth.

“S-so beautiful,” he whimpered against your forehead. “I wanna do this forever. You and me forever. Fuck, I’m not gonna last.”

You nodded and pulled him into a passionate kiss. He kissed you sloppily as his hips started to lose their rhythm.

“Neither am I,” you said, and a sly smirk came onto his face.

He proceeded to move his hand down to your most sensitive area, and that’s when you exploded. You were so sensitive already, that by the time Leo rubbed where you needed him, you had no control.

Leo felt you squeeze around him, which set him off too. You came together, moaning in complete sync.

Leo continued to rock his hips back and forth throughout your orgasm, but once you had finished, he slowed down and pulled out. He leaned his forehead against yours, allowing your breaths to mix together. Your heart rate slowly decreased, and you opened your eyes to stare into his dark brown ones.

“Sorry for the interruption,” you said with a giggle. He laughed too, and it echoed around the ceiling.

“If I get to make love to you every time you interrupt me, then please never stop,” he whispered into your hair, and your body shivered once again. A smile of pure bliss was plastered on both of your faces.

“Wanna eat dinner now?” you asked him as he helped lift you off the desk. He also held on to your shoulders to keep you stabilized on your shaky legs.

“Yes please. There is some leftover Chinese in the fridge,” he said as he helped guide you towards the dining area.

“This is why I love you,” you said to him, completely serious this time.

He stopped walking with you and looked into your eyes. His eyes, once filled with lust, were now filled with complete and utter adoration.

“I love you too. I’ll never stop,” he whispered, and kissed you one last time. You pulled away after a couple seconds with yet another drug-like smile on your face.

“I just realized we are both still naked,” you said to him. He looked down at your naked, sweat soaked body, and then back down at his.

“Right. Shower first,” he said, and you both laughed so hard your stomachs hurt all the way down to the showers.

Like you said, nothing beats watching Leo work.

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[kyuala]

monsta x as friends with benefits

shownu:

doesn't understand the arrangement and just assumes you two are dating

will do pretty much anything you ask of him. wanna make love? alright. wanna fuck like pornstars? nice. want him to eat you out for two hours? cool

the hips........ bitch

sends you blurry dick pics

always surprised when you initiate a blowjob and tells you "you don't have to" every time

blushes like crazy when people mention you

you WILL eventually get married to him

wonho:

all those muscles are for catching feelings

y'all finish fucking and suddenly he's facetiming his mom

aftercare includes cuddling, caressing your hair and talking about your emotions

can go for H O U R S

likes to fuck you against a wall so he can see his own muscles flex. thinks he's discreet about it but really isn't

sloppy at oral but that doesn't mean he's not good

if you terminate the arrangement he sends you a 2 minute video that's just him crying and staring at his front camera

minhyuk:

probably suggested the arrangement himself

he hits you up at ungodly hours, like at 4am on a tuesday or when he knows you're with your family

real fond of phone sex and sometimes you gotta remind him the real thing exists too

actually pretty good at aftercare and a very fun person to talk to

shamelessly eyes your friends and suggests threesomes out of fucking nowhere

if you confess to him he cringes, says he's gonna have to get back to you on that one and then blocks you

still shows up to your wedding 15 years later just for shits and giggles

kihyun:

🚨 AFTERCARE GOD 🚨

doesn't go as hard as his attitude may lead you to believe but is still very soft afterwards

likes to cook for you, be it a sandwich immediately after or breakfast in bed the next morning

secretly catches feelings but doesn't do anything about it, gets sulky if you crush on someone else

truly cares about you as a friend. even if you terminate the arrangement, he's still there for you

his tongue is his weapon. take that as you will lmao

clinically addicted to teasing

hyungwon:

never goes to your house simply bc it's much easier to just stay at his

loves to drag out sessions for a long time

even better at oral and fingering than you imagined

gets very soft and bubbly afterwards and just wants to cuddle and whisper nonsense

almost never sends you nudes but if you hype him up when he does... oof... be prepared

oblivious if you catch feelings

if he catches feelings too the transition from fwb to serious relationship will be v chill like "hey wanna date?" "wow... yeah" "okay" "cool"

(he's squealing on the inside tho)

jooheon:

his position in mx is main feelings catcher

he's in love before your first kiss but he's actually pretty good at hiding it most of the time

the rest of the time he says i love you when he's about to cum and you just gotta power through my dude

will die if he goes a week without smashing

aftercare is centered around him even if you're the sub

there's soft jooheon and there's beast jooheon and he brings them both to the bedroom

ghosts you if he finds out you've got more than one fwb

somehow convinces you to marry him sometime in the future

changkyun:

tags you in fwb memes and thinks no one knows about your relationship

doesn't have a lot of experience so you gotta teach him some stuff, but he's a fast learner ;)

sex is usually pretty chill but he never fails to make you cum

loves sexting and exchanging nudes but then he feels embarrassed later

hits you up with "hey bighead" when he's horny

he's so much like an actual friend you forget he was balls deep in you like two days ago

some days he licks your neck and talks dirty to you, some days you touch his knee and his brain just starts malfunctioning

if he catches feelings it's v slowly but be sure he's gonna confess at some point

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