#Vixen Volkov

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Johnny grabbed the sides of her face, fixing his gaze to look deeply into her eyes. “That fuckin’ city ain’t got nothing on you. I know it took a lot from you, robbed you, fucked you, left you for dead.

But you’re fucking Vixen Volkov." Her name was a growl from his mouth, his gaze remained steady. " And that’s your city now. If you want it to be.”

A little updated art for my fem V — Vixen Volkov — from my SilverV fic Twin Flame. I’ve been working hard on improving my art, and the brain rot for her and Johnny has been extra bad lately so this is what I’ve been working on the last couple days since I fucked up my left hand and can’t type aha. Also I need a roadmap of all her tattoos cause she has so many and I love to reference them too

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Taken Information

FIRST NAMES

Bowie Evalina Hutchinson Maddie Mikaila Nash Thadious Thomasin Vincent

LAST NAMES

Conners Darbonne DeLuca Hass North Volkov  Walker Warner

TITLES

The Lowlife The Outlaw Swamp Queen The Wanderer The Con Artist The Hermit The Gator King The Empress The Vixen

OCCUPATIONS

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Cyberpunk: Twin Flames - Chapter 7

A SilverV fic

Linked psyches. That was Alt's solution for them. Two bodies -- their own bodies. But souls and minds still intertwined -- feeling each other's pain and emotions. Never too far away, never far behind.

There could never be one without the other.

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I just posted my seventh chapter of my Johnny Silverhand/Fem!V fic over on my AO3. If you are interested in reading, I have put a snippet below. You can read the rest over on AO3!

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Only once she was covered, did Johnny finally look over and speak up. “What are you doing, V?” “Are you—? Getting fucking dressed dickhead, what does it look like?” He shook his head, his mouth forming a hard line. “Last night. This morning.” She turned around to face him, a single bow raised. “What?” “Playing fucking house with River.” He spat, waving his hands out. “Like you weren’t being hunted by cyberpsychos or zeroing scavs two days ago. Like you ain’t got a Corp assassin on your speed dial right now, waiting for you.” V rolled her blue eyes, “Jesus Johnny, sorry I want to live a little. Didn’t know I had to eat, shit and breathe your goddamn revolution.” He let out an exasperated sigh, “You don’t. But this ain’t you and you know it.” Something flickered in her eyes, her nostrils flaring. “What the fuck do you know about it?” He marched right up to her, matching the challenge in her voice, “The guy is talking to you about fuckin’ suburb trailer parks and kids and family recipes, V. Are you that stupid?” She shook her head at him, running her fingers through her wet hair, “Okay, so he’s a bit domesticated. But you make me sound like I’m some feral merc who could never—". Tainted anger flared through him. "You could never! He’s a cop, V!” “Used to be. Not anymore—" But he interrupted her correction, “He will always be a cop. And you will always be a merc from Heywood. Making coffee and pancakes after you get each other off ain’t gonna change that.” V groaned, her fists bunching up at her sides, “Jesus Christ— why are you telling me this, huh?” “If you’re gonna do that again, take the goddamn pills.” Johnny pointed a metal finger in her face. “What?” “Next time you fuck him or anybody else. Take. The. Fucking. Blockers." He enunciated every single world. Her blue eyes blinked, genuine shock crossing her face, "You told me not to take those."

He had, and more surprisingly she had actually listened. They had sat untouched, only one missing from that very first, chaotic night. Fuck, he wasn't even sure if she had them anymore. Maybe she had chucked them in a dumpster weeks ago. "I don’t care.” He growled, “Rather be suffocated by those fuckin' pills then go through that again.” She scoffed at him, “You seemed to like it just fine last night. Don’t think I didn’t feel you there, watching like a perv.” “Maybe, at first I—" The honest words stumbled out of him before he caught himself. “Then what?” He felt like he was gonna chip a molar, pierce through his lip. “God, I don’t want to do this with you right now.” “What the fu— you’re the one who brought this up!!" V shouted, completely exasperated as he made to turn away from her. "Everything gets to be on your terms, Johnny, doesn’t it? What you want, who you want. Don’t give a flying shit about the other person in the—" He interrupted her, nostrils flared. “In the what?”

Friendship? Relationship? Whatever the fuck they had.

Did she have a better idea of what this was? Why he felt like this?

“In the conversation.”

No. Of course not, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. It would never be that simple, not for assholes like them.  "You're a fucking bitch, V." "And you're a fucking coward." She spat right back.  His black hair swayed as he shook his head at her, "I told you not to do this, told you it would be too complicated." "I'm not putting my life on pause for you, Johnny." "This is what you want your life to be?" His dark eyes studied her light ones, flickering between them. "Some fake, domesticated bullshit until you realize you'll never be what he wants you to be? Be my fuckin' guest."   "Better than anything you want for me. If it was up to you, I'd be fuckin' dead right? So you could just take my body for yourself." V went straight for the kill. She might as well have wrapped her teeth around his throat and shredded the skin.  "Fuck. You." She’d thrown that in his face on purpose — she knew the guilt and regret that festered in him from saying that to her. It took all of Johnny to push it all down. The word vomit. The pain, the fucking pain, that was forming like a sob in his throat. "Take the fuckin' blockers next time V. I mean it."

And he glitched away. 

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I use Pinterest for the “secret board” feature to make little aesthetic boards for my OCs — and my V/Vixen Volkov’s has just been too good lately.

If anyone reads my SilverV fic Twinflames — I’m plugging away at it I swear. I have like 2 more scenes to finish the in between shit around dialogue and then just some quick editing 🤍

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Linked psyches. That was Alt's solution for them. Two bodies -- their own bodies. But souls and minds still intertwined -- feeling each other's pain and emotions. Never too far away, never far behind.

There could never be one without the other.

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I just posted my sixth chapter of my Johnny Silverhand/Fem!V fic over on my AO3. If you are interested in reading, I have put a mid-chapter snippet from it below. You can also read the rest of my fic over on AO3!

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It was so quiet out here. She’d forgotten how quiet it could be. 

She thought the silence would be calming, peaceful — halting her racing mind. But it just made it louder, the memories shouting and screaming at her until she could feel invisible heckles raising on the back of her neck. 

How he knew where she’d be, she wasn’t sure. But she recognized the cadence of the crunchy steps behind her.

She dug the palms of her hands into her eyes for a moment — not like it would hide anything from him. 

“Angel? You ok?” Johnny croaked, his voice still hoarse and heavy with sleep. He was half-dressed, his boots slid onto his feet haphazardly. He stopped in front of her, having to look up at her for once as she remained perched on the hood of her truck. Worry etched his dark features.  

V rested her chin back onto her knees, her eyes flashing down so they were looking at her worn boots. Her voice was a whisper as she asked, “Think we’re making a mistake?”

“Do you?” He responded gruffly. 

She toyed with the frayed edges of her dirty laces, “I don’t know what to think anymore.”

“You’ve done so much already, V." His voice was gentle. She couldn't bear to look up at him — the soft tone was enough to have her trying to force back the tears trying to form in her eyes again. "If you don’t wanna go back—"

“I just… I hate that fucking city sometimes. Look what it did to me. To you.” Her blue eyes finally flashed up, finding Johnny ducking his head already to look at her. His dark eyes were sad and understanding. 

“I know.” He nodded while chewing the inside of his cheek, “We owe it some shit too though.”

“Yeah.” He was right. The city had taken a lot from her, but it had given her a lot too. 

Johnny grabbed the sides of her face, fixing his gaze to look deeply into her eyes. “That fuckin’ city ain’t got nothing on you. I know it took a lot from you, robbed you, fucked you, left you for dead.

But you’re fucking Vixen Volkov." Her name was a growl from his mouth, his gaze remained steady. " And that’s your city now. If you want it to be.” 

Silver lined the bottom of her eyes and she couldn't stop it from escaping. The tears had barely rolled down her cheeks before Johnny's thumb caught them and wiped them away. 

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Cyberpunk: Twin Flame Fem!V x Johnny Fic

I just posted the fourth chapter of my fem!V x Johnny fanfiction over on AO3.

Here is a small snippet below:

He gave her a smirk before pushing his mouth onto hers. It didn’t feel quite right, not that very many had. He was here, and it was easy — easier than being alone without the booze and the drugs and the music.

V was barely kissing him back, letting the Valentino messily make out with her. His hands grabbed onto her ass as he pressed himself into her, jutting into her hip.

Johnny glitched in behind them, his reflection appearing suddenly in the mirror. And his face was a stony mask, his jaw set together— but V could feel more than that stirring inside. He was high along with her, the synthcoke making both of their brains fuzzy. And angry. Disappointed. Maybe aroused? But also jealous? Why would he be jealous?

Her blue eyes finally met his dark ones in the reflection of the mirror as the Valentino moved his kisses down her mouth, to her chin before he started giving her a hickey on her neck. The intensity in Johnny's eyes, as he glared back, felt like he was burning a hole through her. But then his eyes betrayed him and he looked away.

“I can’t do this—,” V croaked out, moving her neck away from the man.

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I just posted chapter 3 of my cyberpunk 2077 Johnny Silverhand x fem!V fic Cyberpunk: Twin Flame on AO3. This NSFW chapter is 9.5k words of angst, V backstory, and smut. I have included a small cut below, and if you are interested in reading more please check out the TWs and chapters over on my AO3 ♡♡♡♡

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“Why are you angry?” V asked, her head lolling onto the headrest as she looked over at him.

He jabbed the engine start, “I’m not." The truck roared to life. 

“I can feel it, Johnny, it’s radiating off you.”

“Ugh, I’m—.” He lost his words for a moment. Yeah, he was mad. And frustrated. And fucking scared. His knuckles turned white as he grabbed onto the steering wheel, but he didn't drive the truck anywhere yet. “Don’t want this fucking city to swallow you up V! Not gonna let you get caught up in all this shit, not gonna let what happened to Alt happen to you.” His voice was louder again.

“I’m not Alt.” She said gently. 

He gritted his jaw, shaking his head, “You fuckin’ runners, never get the shit you do. But you were wadding in deep shit V —,”

“For us.” Why did she have to keep her voice so calm right now? Why wasn’t she yelling back?

“And we’re here now!! So why are you fighting with me about keeping it going?" He roared, flashing her a look as he twisted in his seat to look at her. "We already probably started another fucking corpo war with the shit we pulled off. Heaven forbid we can just take it easy until we bite the dust and leave this shit stain of a planet. Probably a fucking murder/suicide because you drive me insane!” He ground down on his molars, stopping himself from saying anything else. 

Her big blue eyes just stared back at him, before she sucked in a breath through her teeth. “Me and Jack wanted to be legends Johnny. I feel like I gotta—“

“Being a legend is overrated V. Besides, everyone was already thinking you were pretty fuckin nova before ‘Saka tower. Don’t think you have to keep taking shit jobs so you can get a shit drink at Rogue’s shit bar.” He grumbled.

She blinked at him, “Jesus… tell me how you really feel, why don’t ya?”

“Fuck, you piss me off.” He said through his clenched jaw. 

“Right back atcha.”

The truck fell silent, the only sound was Johnny’s huffing and puffing before he finally took a steadying breath.

V twisted in her seat, stretching over the console between them — her elbows holding her weight, as she hovered next to him. “I’m not her, Johnny.” Her voice was quiet, gentler than he had ever heard it.

He turned his head to look at her — his dark eyes finding her light ones already looking at him, studying him carefully. “I know that.”

“And we ain’t gonna figure this all out in one shot.”

“I know that too.”

She leaned out further across the console, pressing her lips to the side of his cheek. The corner of his mouth. Then down the sides of his jaw. 

“I never felt like this before.” He let out between her kisses. 

“Hmm?” V hummed, continuing her calming kisses down the side of his neck. It made the bottom of his spine shiver — he licked his lips to focus on his words again.

“Like I’ve got a million different things going on at once didn’t know—“

“One person could feel that much?” V finished from him, leaning her head against his shoulder for a moment, still stretched out across the truck.

He nodded, placing his chin on the top of her head, “Yeah. That.”

“Well, not just one person you’re feeling anymore. And… well things are different now. You’re different.” She pulled away from him to look him in the eyes, her fingers sweeping down his jaw line tenderly. 

“You think?”

“I know.” V continued her kisses again but trailed them to his mouth this time. As soon as her lips touched his, Johnny deepened it. His lips pressed against hers hastily, his teeth catching on her bottom lip. He felt her kiss him back fiercely as his hand stretched out to any part of her body that he could hold onto. Her shoulder, down to her waist — stretching his arm out to grab her ass. Her big shirt was riding up now, his fingers kneading into the soft flesh that was revealed. One of her hands lifted off of the middle console at his touch — grabbing onto the fabric of his shirt for leverage instead, bunching it up into the palm of her hand.

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V swallowed hard before nodding her head — suddenly nervous. Johnny had seen her naked a hundred times over by now. It had never bothered her before, she had never been shy with her own nudity. If stripping all those years had taught her anything it was being confident and comfortable with her own body. Sure, there were moments when she felt vulnerable but it was Johnny. She knew him, she trusted him. 

But it all felt suddenly very different with him actually standing in front of her — flesh and blood. Her skin felt electric where his fingertips brushed her skin as he helped peel off her shirt. She couldn’t remember seeing him this gentle before in any of his memories she’d seen. She’d always thought his hands were made to be rough and hard — to rip out guitar riffs, to fight wars with, for raw passion that left bruises. 

“You’re not gonna break me, Johnny.” She said in a low voice as he carefully untangled her shirt from where it got caught on the piercings in her ears. 

He flashed her a look but didn’t say anything else. He helped her kick off her boots and shimmy out of her leather pants next, and then she was standing naked before him. She watched Johnny’s Adam apple bob up and down as he took her in for a moment. He was oddly silent for once.  

She raised her eyebrow, “Cat got your tongue?” 

“Get in the damn shower V,” He demanded, putting his hands on her bare waist and guiding her to it. 

The water had warmed up a little since she had left it running, but it was still a shock to her skin. She shivered slightly as she waited for her body to adjust — her skin prickling all over. Dunking her head backward she got her hair wet, before blinking the water out of her eyes. 

Johnny was lingering in the door frame, his arms crossed as he watched her through the shower’s glass panel.

“You know you don’t have to just stand there anymore, perv?” V joked. 

He rolled his dark eyes at her, before smirking. “Don’t lie — you liked the attention.” 

“I did,” V admitted. “But now you can actually join me. If you want.” She tacked on the end. 

Johnny didn’t reply, instead starting to take off his shirt in a silent answer. 

V felt her mouth go suddenly dry as her eyes raked over his naked scarred torso. But she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of watching, so she turned around in the shower and put her face into the stream of water. 

She sensed him behind her before he could say anything. But the snipe she had thought of in her head was gone, as she turned around and found herself very close to Johnny. A naked Johnny. 

She did her best to control her reaction, her eyes quickly drawing up and down his body before returning to his face. But her voice was still trapped somewhere in her throat. His presence — his now very real, very physical presence was so overwhelming to her. His stare was hot and intense. 

It almost felt like he was a bomb, waiting to go off. Like at any moment he would explode. But she wasn’t quite sure what would happen when he would. V felt like she couldn’t get a read on him — even with their psyches linked. Maybe her own emotions were too fucked up for her to notice his intermixed with hers right now. 

But she was distracted from the dull ache of her exhausted, bruised body for a moment. Instead, she was focused on the fluttering feeling she had in her stomach. 

Without thinking she used her organic hand to trace the raised scars over his stomach and ribs carefully. His muscles twitched at her touch, but he didn’t stop her. Then she re-drew the lines of his tattoo with her fingertips. Up through his chest hair, past his pecs, to his collarbone, and then the light freckles that dusted his shoulder.

“You enjoying yourself, Princess?” His gruff voice broke her out of the spell. He was looking down at her, his black hair falling around his face like a curtain. But she could still see that damn grin.

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That was a little snippet of chapter 2 from Johnny x custom FemV fanfiction over on AO3. If you are interested and want to read more, please head over to my AO3 and check it out. Any comments and kudos are very appreciated ♡♡♡♡

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CYBERPUNK 2077 - Johnny Silverhand/Fem!V (OC: Vixen Volkov)

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Cyberpunk: Twin Flame

After I finished playing Cyberpunk 2077 for the first time, I was deep on the tag and found this post by @cannedmuffins about Johnny and V being given the option to have linked psyches in the end and was immediately so inspired to start writing a Johnny x Fem!V fic. So I did it... Thank you cannedmuffins for sharing this AMAZING idea, and being OK with others writing fics based on it! ♡

So I just posted the first chapter on AO3 but wanted to share a tiny little bit here on Tumblr, and if you are interested you can check out the rest there ♡

"Do it.” His voice was solid, his face stern.

V blinked, still trying to process what she had just heard from Alt. Her mind reeling as blue lines of code made strange shapes around them, “Wait, Johnny—“

“Wait, what?” He interrupted, flashing her a look. “This is what we wanted, right? A way so we can both make it out of here. Alt just gave us that.”

She struggled to find the right words, “Do — do you even know what you are agreeing to?”

“Yes.” He replied immediately.

“No.” V put a hand onto his chest, looking up at him through her lashes. “Do you really know what you are agreeing to, Johnny? Linked psyches? You’ll never be free of me. We’ll be —“

“Together.” He finished for her. “In our own bodies even.”

She tried to stay pragmatic, not letting herself get lost in the idea of that word. Together. “Who still share all their pain, and emotions —.”

“Together.” He interrupted her again, his voice more of a growl this time. His organic hand grabbed onto hers that was still planted to his chest. He intertwined his fingers through hers, noticing them shaking. “Why are you so afraid?" When she didn't answer, he kept going, "You just stormed into Ara-fucking-saka's tower — alone. No one in this city could do that. I couldn’t do it, I had a crew. But you, you did that for us — to give us a chance. This is the answer we wanted."

“You’ll —,” Her smoky voice cracked as her throat suddenly felt thick with emotion. “You’ll get bored of me. You’ll miss the freedom. You don’t want to be chained to me, to this.” She looked down at herself, brows furrowed. “You’ll resent me. You’ll hate me.”

“I don’t hate you. I won’t hate you. I could never.” Johnny’s usually gruff voice had turned soft, almost a whisper. His metal fingers gently moved some of the hair out of her face.

V looked back up at him, her light eyes studying his dark ones. She gulped at how intensely he was staring at her. She couldn’t hold his gaze and glanced back down. “You’re basically signing up to serve a life sentence with me. It’s — it’s till death do us part.” She choked out, a hard lump forming in her throat as she tried her damn hardest to keep her tears at bay.

“I do.”

“What?” She asked breathlessly, blinking in confusion.

Johnny took his metal hand and placed it gently under her chin, forcing her to look at him. “I do, V.” Curling his fingers forward he moved her face to meet his.

V took in a sharp breath before his lips crashed onto hers. His mouth pressed against hers, carefully at first as he waited for her to kiss him back. A low noise escaped Johnny’s throat as he felt her lips press harder against his, deepening the kiss. V didn’t want to admit to herself how long she had wanted to do this. How she wished she could have figured out some glitch with the Relic weeks ago. So she could have reached out and touched him. Kissed him. Comforted him. And from the sounds Johnny was making, his grip on her, it seemed he did too. But here in Mikoshi...

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V as Johnny sees her — stripping down in the hole she calls an apartment, revealing every tiny tattoo that scatters across her skin, each one telling a story. The part of his heart he put on her, placed carefully and with thought.

V — with tasteful upgrades that you wouldn’t notice right away, except for the silver hand that wraps up her forearm. Her left — same as him. The grizzled scars from bullets and knives. The hardened muscle from years of putting up with crap.

Vixen Volkov —the whispered name no one else knew. The street kid, orphan, merc, loyal ass friend. Pain in his ass. His Princess. Savior. Bare to him — vulnerable and comfortable.

V as Johnny sees her — his.

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Meet Vixen — or V for short. A street kid who knows Night City better than the back of her own hand.

Don’t mind the look on her face. She isn’t stuck up — she’s just unimpressed and uninterested. Yet V is one of the nicest assholes you could ever hope to meet in this god forsaken city.

She’s loyal, fierce and a little bit lonely. And mostly, kinda, sorta human. Yeah. That’s it.