#now with Vik and Misty 😊

[saintemarvel]

V & Judy with some friends

(updated version)

[wanderingaldecaldo]

WIP Whenever on a Wednesday

I am terrible at keeping up with tags in general but I am aghast to see my oldest WIP Whenever tag was from nearly 8 weeks ago. I completed a couple of things since my last one, namely the sock garters and the boots, and added quite a few more projects to the list than I scratched off. 😩

Tagged by (and tagging back) @fly-amanitaa @streetkid-named-desire @ouroboros-hideout @aggravateddurian @luvwich

@ghostoffuturespast. Also tagging with the usual zero pressure @olath124 @dustymagpie @medtech-mara @corpo-cunt-couture

@merge-conflict @blackrevell @fereldanwench and YOU reading this! Share and tag me!

Modding

Shocking that it's still my main focus 🙄 but the first one is in support of a couple of VP project:

Presidential Props which include a variety of flags and the NUSA medal with box. The flags are part of the VP set below, though I didn't actually show them here.

Featuring: five different flag varieties with five appearances each; medal box in multiple states, plus the medal itself; and the presidential coin, scalable and with multiple appearances.

SlutWear, a new line of clothing that will tell NC just how slutty your V is. It will be gender and (smaller) size inclusive. 😊

Does Val really heart NC?

An update of my tee framework for dynamic AXL just in time for Pride, though there are no interesting pics to share. Sorry!

However, in support of the previous two items, a modder's tool: a CodePen to generate instances for the yaml. Both the SlutWear shirt(s) and the custom logo tees will require a lot of instances to get all of the color and logo combinations that are possible through dynamic AXL. There's still a little work to do, but it's already been of great use to me, as it wrote 220 lines of code for me. Let's not discuss how many lines of code I wrote to save those 220. 😂

Me using the tool to generate instances for the custom tees yaml. This will remove the limit on colors available to the user, so they can have any color with any of the logos!

VP (and Writing)

A glimpse at a set I took last week for inspo in the presidential PWP that's been stalled out at 5.7k words. More on it in a minute...

Even though the pics are cropped, they're still on the risque side, so I'm sticking them and the rest about the PWP behind the cut.

Not shown: Johnny both rolling his eyes at V and enjoying the show

I've been working on a PWP that was unrelated to the President's Merc AU for months now, but have been stuck because, well, I don't know how to wrap it up. I posted about it a little ways back and someone helpfully suggested that I just have to keep going until one of them passes out. Which, is what does happen, but I don't have that kind of patience to write it out and nearly 6k words is already well longer than my usual PWP, so I went in game to set the scene and possible prompt some ideas for a potenial ... climax to the scene.

It worked! I have a plan, and I think it won't take more than 500 words to reach the end, plus a few more touch-ups to help set up everything, then a rewrite or two for cleaning and polishing.

In the meantime, as I've been working through this version of Val and how she responds to Rosalind, it's the perfect prologue to The Tower story that I've been writing longhand. Val is going to leave this encounter fully loyal to Rosalind and will turn So Mi over with only a moment's hesitation. She doesn't have any attachments in this universe other than Misty and Vik, and after she wakes up to what Night City has become, it's easy for her to walk away from it forever. Especially when it puts her closer to Rosalind.

What about you? What are you working on? 👀

[uchihashisuii]

I would love a fic where V and Vik are fwb but Jackie and Misty don't know and they all go hang out somewhere and V keeps trying to like, tease Vik without the others catching on. Maybe they sneak away at some point? No worries if you can't swing it 😊 I'm loving all your fics so far!

okay SO I love this prompt v much and I am. Really sorry if this isnt your kink but this prompt presented me the perfect opportunity to combine this with the whole. Daddy thing so HERE YOU GUYS GO please enjoy

CW for: daddy kink. that’s. really it. also dirty talk and some rough stuff

Read it on Ao3 here!

They don't need an excuse to celebrate, really. Misty made a good sale? V didn't harm herself or others making a turn on her bike? Vik didn't let an asshole flatline on his table? Jackie's gun didn't jam for the dozenth time ("it's a good piece!")?

The answer is always Kozak's. Family owned and kitsch as hell, the perfect place to have a too-full plate and sit with your chooms for hours on end. The food is preem, the prices are low, and they always throw free dessert to regulars. All in all, one of V's favourite places in Night City.

She has a literal mouthful when both her and Vik's phones chime. V looks up her lashes at Vik's face -looking frustrated at the interruption, but reaching for his phone nonetheless- as she pulls his cock from her mouth, licking a stripe from tip to balls. Vik groans, jaw clenched tight as he nearly drops the thing. He checks it with a deep sigh, tilting the screen to show V.

It's a text from Jackie in their groupchat, simple and straightforward amidst the, frankly, ridiculous amount of emojis:

Kozak's!!!!!!

V groans, dropping her face onto Vik's thigh. She's still stroking his length slowly, pouting up at the phone. "When?"

Vik's already replying, looking like he'd rather break the damn thing. A pause, then he's running a hand down his face, groaning.

"Now," he says, throwing his phone onto the table. V sighs, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she stands. She cant deny that she's hungry, but God damn Jackie needs to work on his timing.

V pulls her jacket on, double-checking she has her pistol tucked away before turning to Vik with her hands in her pockets. He's already tucked himself away, running a hand back over his hair as he stands with a groan.

"Told him you're with me, we'll meet there in ten minutes. Misty's on her way from her aunt's," Vik says as he pockets his phone, heading for the door. V all but skips after him, grin unfurling as she opens her mouth -

"You are not driving," Vik says before she has a chance to say anything, ignoring the way she pouts as she steps through the door. He follows her, locking his apartment before they head for the elevator.

"My driving isnt that bad -"

"Yes, it is," Vik interrupts her, making her scoff. He hits the call button with the side of his fist, cocking a brow at her. "You've gotten into accidents in parking lots."

"Slander and lies," V retorts with a shrug. He only gives her a flat look, and she sighs heavily. "Okay, it's not my fault people don't use their signals -"

Vik only laughs as the elevator arrives, stepping in after her. She hits the button for the ground floor, leaning back against the wall with her arms crossed. Vik's watching whatever ad is playing on the screens, giving V the opportunity to study him silently.

It's a relatively new development, what she has with Vik. It was only a couple weeks previous that she'd walked into his apartment, asking to borrow his stove since she didn't actually have one in hers. Only Vik had been having some personal time on his couch, making V drop her bag of food as she got an eyeful of his cock. A hop, skip, and an offer to help him finish later, here they were. It was a nice arrangement, jumping each others' bones when the need struck. She wasn't interested in a relationship, not at the moment; and Vik had shrugged and said he could do casual. Which she was infinitely thankful for, since he was a fast driver and would be at her place barely a quarter hour after she'd send him a nude.

Not a bad arrangement at all.

The elevator lurches to a stop, throwing V off balance. Vik steadies her immediately, hand on her waist.

"Thanks, dad," V says with a roll of her eyes as she steps out, hearing Vik groan behind her.

"Don't start," is all he says, making her bite on her lip to keep from laughing. They walk in silence to the parking garage, when she turns to Vik with what she knows is her best puppy eyes, walking backwards.

He sighs, running a hand down the side of his face as he digs into his pocket. He tosses his keys to V, who catches them easily with a grin. She punches the air as she spins on her heel, sprinting the rest of the way to his car.

V's already adjusting the driver's seat when Vik slides in next to her, already sighing heavily. She's muttering to herself about how tall he is, making Vik snort. V turns the ignition and pulls the seatbelt across her chest, turning to Vik with a bright smile.

"Good to go?" She asks him, pulling a smoke case and lighter from the inner breast pocket of her jacket. Vik only steeples his fingers and pretends to pray, making her shove his shoulder. She sticks a smoke between her teeth, rolling down the window as she lights up. Vik busies himself with the radio, smiling at the way she dances in her seat.

V pulls out of the garage, smoke dangling from her hand outside the window. She taps the door to the beat with her palm, humming along.

Vik watches her openly, smirk curving his lips when he gets an idea. As casually as he can, Vik reaches over to run his hand up her thigh, jeans soft against his fingers. He glances up to watch her reaction, but she only smiles around her smoke, still humming. His hand moves to the apex of her thighs, tip of his finger digging in right where he knows her clit is. V shifts in her seat, hitting the brakes a bit too hard when the light turns yellow. She glances at him with a flat look when they're stopped, taking a deep drag. Vik smirks, rubbing her harder through her pants. Her breathing is shaky; they both know it'll be next to impossible for him to make her come through her jeans like this, but hey. There's fun in trying.

"Eyes on the road, sweetheart," Vik nods at the stoplight, making her huff. Her thighs clench together at his teasing, hitting the gas with an arch of her back. Vik plucks at the button of her pants, running the zipper down, making her inhale her smoke shakily. Without ceremony he works his hand down there, fingers grazing over her panty-covered slit. He holds himself there for a minute, enjoying the feeling of her mound in his hand. V says his name as a warning but he ignores it, tip of a finger pressing hard against her clit, working up and down.

She breathes his name and takes a corner too hard, making Vik chuckle as he teases her. He can feel her slick through the cotton already, damp and warm and just for him. The thought hardens his cock, and he groans as he shoves his hand down her pants deeper, pressing a finger against her opening. Her panties give just enough for him to dip inside the smallest bit, causing V to toss her smoke out the window and grasp the steering wheel with both hands, knuckles white. She glances at him, face flushed. "We're here," she says, voice low.

Vik gives her clit a parting brush as he removes his hand, breathing out through his nose as he adjusts his jeans, hoping his half-hard cock isn't obvious. V runs a hand down her face, turning off the car and tossing him the keys.

"You're gonna pay for that, you know," V says, unbuckling and opening the door. Vik takes a moment to think about surgery and math and his grandmother, willing his erection away as V closes the door behind her. He pockets his keys, taking a deep breath before opening the door and stepping out.

"Hey, you didn't get to finish me off earlier. Figured we'd be even now," Vik says to where she's leaning against the hood, hands in her pockets. V only rolls her eyes as she pushes herself off the car, heading towards the diner. Vik follows, slapping her ass once as he brushes past to hold the door open for her, smirk on his face. V gives him the finger, rolling her eyes as she steps inside.

They spot Jackie instantly, in their usual booth, waving them over. V smiles, making her over to give his bicep a slap before sliding in across from him. Vik sits next to her, giving Jackie a nod as they settle in.

"How ya been, choom?" Jackie asks, nodding at the both of them in turn. V only shrugs, pulling her jacket off and shoving it in the corner.

"Same old shit, Jack. Stopped by Wakako's place earlier, prolly need you for a job she wants done."

Jackie nods before snorting, cocking a brow at her. "She still trying to hook you up with her kid?"

Vik's brows raise near his hairline at that, turning to a groaning V.

"Yes. Told me as I was leaving that her youngest has made quite the name for himself in the Claws. Opened some BD-slash-strip club or something." She shakes her head, cradling her jaw in her palm as she leans on the table. "Told her what I tell her every time: no, thank you. He's very much not my type."

Jackie only rolls his eyes. "You know she's just gonna come at you with one of her other, what - nine sons? It's a compliment, chica."

"It's dangerous. Say I do hook up with one of them, and it ends poorly. Then I got the Claws coming for my ass, and I lose Wakako's hookups as a fixer. Nah, ain't worth it." V shrugs her shoulders, shooting Jackie a grin and a wiggle of her brows. "'Sides, I like my men more ... Direct. Confident. Possessing of a certain ... je ne sais qoui. Also hung halfway to their knees, but that's neither here nor there."

Jackie is pretending to retch when the waitress steps up to take their drink orders. Vik asks her, laughing, for their regulars. She's off again and he's still chuckling, catching V's eye and shooting her a wink.

"Good to know," he leans in and whispers to her. V looks at him with a smirk, shaking her head as she glances at Jackie from out of the corner of her eye.

"Never wanna hear those words outta your mouth again, chica. Christ, you kiss my mother with that mouth," Jackie says with a groan, holding his head in his hands and (thankfully) not noticing the exchange between Vik and V.

"Oh, she can do a lot more'n that," Vik blurts out before he can stop himself. V stomps on his foot, hard, making him jump. His knee hits the table and Vik swears under his breath, shooting her an apologetic smile. Jackie only groans, thankfully, not catching on to what Vik quite meant.

Just as Jackie drops his hands, opening his mouth towards Vik, Misty arrives to save them all. She throws herself down into the booth next to Jackie, dropping a quick kiss to his cheek.

"Sorry, traffic was bad. What did I miss?" She asks, sounding and looking much too perky.

"Food!" V blurts out, chuckling. "God, I'm starving. Anyone else?" She picks up a menu, eyes running over the glossy card far too quickly to be actually reading it.

"Yeah, talkin' about what to stick in our mouths," Jackie says, looking between V and Vik with narrowed eyes. V aims a kick at him under the table, glaring. Jackie only laughs, holding up his hands in surrender, before wondering outloud what dessert they have on offer today. Vik sighs internally, glancing at V apologetically. She brushes the back of her hand against his thigh, still talking to Jackie, though she smiles, just a bit.

Misty, however, is looking between them with a small smile, fingers tangled together under her chin.

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They're arguing over the merits of pie versus cake, plates empty and stomachs full. Misty keeps gesturing wildly with a fork, trying to convince V and Jackie that they're both completely wrong.

"There's so much more you can do with pie -!"

"Cake wins on the diversity account. You want something fruity? You can have that in cake, too; plus have it still be all - y'know." V shrugs, "Cakey and shit."

"Okay, fine. But what about savory? There's meat pies, too."

"...Okay I'm imagining meat cake and I'm disgusted -" Jackie puts in, looking more and more ruffled as the discussion continues.

"Lasagna."

"V no -"

On it goes. Vik watches them argue with a fond smile, arm thrown over the back of the booth. V had started running her hand slowly up and down Vik's thigh a few minutes ago, and he had to admit that, while he loved his friends, he couldn't wait to get out of here and back to his place, where he and V might finish where they'd left off.

She moves her hand, then, palm teasing over his crotch. Vik clenches his jaw, reaching for his water. She's arguing with Jackie now, though his brain cant quite grasp what the topic is now. He's too laser-focused on trying to look normal, even as he starts to get hard; her touch far too enticing. He swallows down half his water, shifting in his seat as V's hand flattens against his length, smirking at him when she glances in his direction.

Vik's mind wanders as he considers damning the consequences and bending her over the table. Her palm is rough against his jeans now, moving up and down his cock as she nods at whatever Misty is saying. Vik bites the inside of his cheek when V curls her fingers over the head and squeezes -

He leans close at the first opportunity -Jackie and Misty only having eyes for each other- whispering so only V can hear.

"Think it's about time for a smoke, dont you sweetheart?" He says, hand moving behind her hair where none can see, fingers grazing the back of her neck.

V shivers in response, looking up at him with that wicked little look in her eye.

"Yes, daddy," she breathes, quiet as a prayer, making Vik tense.

V turns back to the table with a smile. "Gonna go for a smoke. Back in ten," she says, nudging Vik as she grabs her jacket. Vik stands from the booth, hoping his erection isnt visible through his jeans. V brushes past him, making him take a deep breath when he feels her hand on his back for a brief moment.

He tosses a thumb over his shoulder. "Gonna take a piss while she's gone. Then we can pay and figure out what we're doing," he says to Misty and Jackie, who nod before resuming their conversation. He feels relief at that as he turns on his heel, knowing they're none the wiser. But Misty looks up and smiles at his retreating back, shaking her head before turning back to Jackie.

Vik makes it to the bathroom without fuss, looking up and down the hallway leading to it before knocking on the door. It opens immediately, a smirking V on the other side. She grabs his hand and pulls him in, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss as he shuts the door behind him, locking it with a flick of his wrist.

"You're so fuckin' bad, know that?" He says against her mouth, laughing breathlessly as she drops her jacket, hands roving over his chest.

"Gonna punish me for that?" V says, smiling and sounding way too pleased with herself.

"Mm. That's what happens to bad girls, especially the ones who are so fuckin' brazen."

V moans softly, moving to pull his belt open. He stops her with a hand to the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair as he tilts her head back. She looks up at him with her mouth dropped open and pupils blown wide, and Vik only shakes his head at her.

"Turn around," is all he says, and she's already moving, pressing her back against his chest. Her breathing is labored as Vik moves his hand to her throat, squeezing the sides gently. Her eyes fall shut, biting her lip as she grinds her ass back against him. Vik groans, nose buried in her hair. His cock aches against the confines of his pants, but he doesnt want to give her the satisfaction. Not yet. Instead he moves them both until V is against the counter, watching her flushed face in the mirror above the sink. The sight of his hand over her throat, her chest heaving and back arched; Vik groans, moving his hand to her hip.

"Hands on the mirror," he tells her, and V only nods before moving to do so. He swats her ass, making her gasp, grabbing a fistful of her hair and tilting her head back gently.

"What was that?" Vik rasps against her ear.

"Yes, sir," V breathes out, swallowing thickly. Vik nods, releasing her hair and standing back to get a good look at her. Her stomach is pressed to the counter, fingers splayed over the mirror as he'd asked. Her hair falls down her arched back in a cascade, ass jutting out just so.

"Beautiful," he says, mostly to himself, reaching out to curve his hand over her hip. V breathes shakily, eyes falling shut as he moves to start undoing her jeans. He slaps her ass again, harder this time.

"Eyes on the mirror," Vik tells her, catching her gaze in the reflection. "Want you watching this."

V swallows, nodding her head. "Yes, sir."

He moans, all but ripping the jeans down her thighs. He leaves them at her knees, hand already moving to her mound. She's wet already, the cotton dark from her arousal. His fingers press against the fabric covering her slit, kissing her shoulder as she shudders against him.

"So wet already, hmm? Couple of words enough to get you hot and bothered?" Vik asks, palm on her cunt. V's gaze is zeroed in on where his fingers press against her opening, her knees starting to shake. Vik reaches his free hand up to tangle in her hair, pulling her head back just enough to bare her throat. V only groans, catching his eye in the mirror.

"You always know how to make me wet," she finally responds, cheeks flushed. He nods, pressing his fingers harder against her opening, encouraging her to keep talking. V shudders, taking a deep breath. "Th-that voice of yours, and the way you use it when we -" She gasps as Vik pushes her panties to the side, fingers dipping between her folds.

"Didn't catch that, sweetheart," he says against her neck, kissing her softly. V laughs breathlessly, lashes fluttering as she blinks, gaze moving down to watch his hand in their reflection.

"Th-the way you use it when we're in bed. Drives me up the fuckin' wall, I want you so bad," she finishes, making Vik grin against her neck. He moves the hand in her hair to cover her mouth, the moment his fingers brush against her swollen clit.

V gasps against his palm, eyes squeezing shut. Vik bites down on her pulse point, shaking his head. "Eyes open," he growls, taking his hand off her cunt. She whines beneath his hand, ripping her eyes open to blink at him, expression desperate. She tries to say something, Vik giving her a flat look. V whines again, her thighs clenching together. He sighs at her actions, giving her a pointed look as he lowers his hand from her mouth to her neck.

"Please," she breathes as he squeezes her neck, dark eyes not leaving his in the mirror, "touch me, please daddy, fuck, I'll be good, I promise, please -"

Vik moans against her, pressing a kiss to her throat as he moves to grab her hair again. "I don't know if you deserve it. Actin' like that at the table, and now, not listening when I tell you to do something." His fingers brush over her clit, palm pressed to her mound. V moans, knees going weak. Fuck, she's drenched now.

"Please," she says again, swallowing thickly.

"Please what?" Vik asks, tugging her hair.

"Daddy," V gasps, his fingers moving in a slow circle over her clit. "Please, daddy, make me come."

Vik exhales shakily, nodding. He moves his fingers faster against her clit, his eyes drawn to the movement in the mirror. It's surprisingly erotic, watching it like this. Essentially still fully clothed, her back arched as she gasps and moans, his hand down her panties. All from a reflection.

"You close, sweetheart?" Vik asks, fingers pressing harder against her. V only nods, eyes still watching her cunt. He tightens his fist in her hair, kissing just under her ear.

"Come on daddy's fingers, sweetheart. Come for me," he whispers against her hair, and V's knees give, her hands sliding down the mirror as she bends forward. She moans out his name, thighs clenching together as her stomach twists. He works his fingers faster against her, grinning down at her back as she grinds hard against him. Her legs are shaking, and Vik moves to stand her up, holding her against his chest. She's breathing heavily, looking at him through lidded eyes as she comes down.

"Good girl," Vik says with a smirk, making her laugh breathlessly. She bends to pull up her pants, giving Vik an eyeful of her ass as she goes. He gives it a quick slap, making her smirk at him in the mirror.

"I would tell you to get on your knees, but time's running a bit short," he says as she moves past him, picking up her jacket and throwing it on. She cocks a brow, eyes moving down to the bulge in his pants and back up again.

"Think you'll last that long?" V says sweetly, turning to the door. Vik scoffs and grabs her by the hand, pulling her back and wrapping his fingers around her throat. She tilts her head up to look at him, biting her lip.

"You'll pay for that later," is all he says before releasing her. V reaches to unlock the door, glancing over her shoulder with a wink.

"Counting on it."