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would give absolutely everything to see a johnny immediately post-temperance ending, and i’m talking as soon as he’s out of mikoshi in v’s body

the beginnings of grief perhaps lingering at the back of his mind, but he’s not yet able to register it completely because he still has to get out of the tower. everything seems a blur, and the only thing that persists throughout the haze is the drive to keep the both of them safe, as he refuses to process that what’s left of v is simply their shell. maybe for a little, he thinks there’s still some semblance of us.

and then i think to when he eventually does get out, he has a chance to breathe through the lungs that will never quite feel like his own, and it all catches up to him. there’s a pit somewhere in his - their - chest that he hasn’t been able to make out until this point, one that’s shaped like v. the weight, or lack thereof, of v’s absence finally dawns on him. i wanna see the crushing moment where us turns to me.

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If possible, could you create a Yandere Johnny Headcanons? I have the impression that your Headcanons will be more awesome!

(Yes it's still me x)

(there is so little content on Yandere Johnny when there is crazy potential!)

Above all, the context of the fact that he shares the same body and that Johnny can take V's body at any time. 😤

johnny silverhand yandere hc’s !!

tw just for yandere themes in general, mention of blood, character death sorta????

oh i so think johnny has always been a little bit of a yandere… like him and alt? ughh he treated alt like shit but would get so mad at her if she tried to call things off and would beg for her forgiveness like he did NOT want to see her with anyone else!!

also rouge later like? he always thought rouge would be the type to just wait for him…no matter what kinda bs he put her through she’d just be there…and then she wasn’t? and he was so upset? omg

johnny in the beginning being a little bit of an asshole but not enough to get v to truly hate him

i def think he’d high jack the body just to run off romantic interest and blame it on a relic malfunction later

also 100% gets into fist fights while in v’s body when trying to scare off others and later when v’s cleaning up their bloody nose, johnny makes it out to be like he was protecting them,,,,, when he 100% started the fight 😭

but since v can’t remember what happens during a relic malfunction (normally) he so retells v everything in a much softer light,, getting them to like him wayyy more than if they knew the truth

is SOO quick to get jealous and possessive too like esp in later game!!

like after the grave scene i just know johnny is so clingy omg

him muttering constantly how much he cares for v and is just “looking out for them” when a problem arises

possessive johnny telling v that only he is capable of treating them like they deserve

that only he was right for them!!

him whispering in v’s ear like “they’re using you ya know? i would never do that to ya.” and it’s something simple like judy asking v for a little help

doesn’t matter really who it is— if he catches a hint of v flirting, he acts like a rotten brat

he SOOO persuades v into going into the blackwall together bc he literally doesn’t want to be separated from v or live without them,,,,,and it works

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do you ever cry yourself to sleep at night knowing the last thing jackie welles saw was the scared, panicked look in v’s eyes…because i do. or maybe his last thoughts being of fame, misty, or his momma??? and just v?? seeing v so scared, unable to do anything as he slowly lost consciousness, believing he would survive his wounds and see them again?????

UGHHHH he woke up that morning, told his momma everything would be ok, went to complete the job that would set him up for life, right next to his best friend…and then never woke up again ):

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river ward deserved better ):

i loved river and it’s a little more than obvious that he was probably the last romance scripted up. and more or less likely he was written in towards the “end” of the game, when it was nearing its forced release date, so he (and kerry as well) didn’t get the love and care as panam and judy had. but i still think his quests were fun to play out! like esp with the more creepy tone they had like—showing more true colors of NC and how it truly isn’t a “city of dreams”.

i think if given the time and the love that judy and panam had, river could’ve been an AMAZING romance. and a perfect enemies to lovers trope; esp for streetkid v. i love river in all his awkward goofiness throughout the game and he has some really sweet moments but yeah—it could’ve been a little better, obviously, if given the time idk. i just think river gets TOO MUCH hate when it kinda didn’t help with gamers rushing and demanding the game and devs being stripped pretty hard of time so they were forced to scramble things up. which is why i think a lot of river’s (and again some of kerry’s and along with takemura’a) romance—and really just him in general—were cut to hell and back.

idk just some thoughts!! imo he just really deserved better from the devs and the fandom ):

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i will forever mourn the romance we could have gotten with goro takemura. like from the in game moments we have with him—it’s a little more than obvious a romance was supposed to happen but then it was scrapped. like every soft moment between v and takemura drive me insane because of what COULD HAVE BEEN.

i truly wish they had kept the romance because it would’ve fit PERFECTLY with the entire theme of the game; no happy endings in NC.

spending time with takemura, getting close to him, learning about his past and how he became who he is now, him wanting to sincerely help v, the two of them falling for each other, and then choosing to save him or not to save him? like on one hand, v not saving him would leave them in shambles. the eternal struggle of not only falling for a corpo but now having to suffer with the thought of losing him?? oh v would be a mess.

and on the other hand; if v does save goro, not only the relief they must feel knowing he’s alive, but doing all of that, risking their life because they care so much for him, just for him to turn around and have him curse their fucking guts??? for not siding with hanako and her deal????? (bc let’s be honest, no one chooses the hanako route 😭)

like i’m a sucker for happy endings but god the angst of a takemura/v ending would be SO GOOOOOOD!! because no matter what, it would never be a happy ending between the two. even if v does take hanako up on her offer; v still dies in the end. which STILL does not give v/takemura a happy ending and UGHHHH i love them. i wish we could’ve gotten the romance or an open romance option within the game ughhh.

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Girl, I'm downright making a fanfic on Johnny as a yandere and I was thinking... already the relationship between Johnny and V is very deep (literally soul mates) so, imagine what he would be like in Yandere!

NO BC YANDERE JOHNNY WOULD BE A NIGHTMARE SKDHDKH

johnny would def be more protective over v for SURE!! he’d prob say the worst things and make horrible remarks of v’s romantic life solely to keep v all to himself. like the thought of v romancing someone else would drive him crazyyyy i just know it omg. i could even see him suggesting that they both go into the blackwall with alt at the end and to forget about the damn body bc he can’t live without v 😫

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i need more cyberpunk77 moots so if you what to yap about cyberpunk or ocs, feel free to message me!!

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to me, other than jackie (and later johnny), i seriously think viktor vektor is one of the only other people in the entire game who truly cares about v; unconditionally.

like vik never asks anything from v. he doesn't beg v to help him with something or give them a "if you help me, i'll help you" speech. he helps v solely just because he cares about them and their wellbeing. like before the heist, vik is willing to give v the koroshi optics just because!! gives away 20k worth of cyberware with a slap of an I.O.U and a promise to pay him back in the future. which is OPTIONAL???? he never even expected v to return the money at all either. he did it just because he wanted to see v chase their dreams of becoming a legend. and if i'm remembering correctly, when you do go to pay him back, he gets upset with v, brushes it off as a favor, and tells them NO!!! that is until v insists he takes it!!

not only that but also vik giving v a couple of his old jackets from his younger, punk days? that's so cute. telling them he doesn't want them to get cold when they get to the big leagues like vik cares SO MUCH for v and it makes my heart weep for him later in the game.

for he, who had just lost jackie as well, who now had to sit and watch as another very important person in his life die. slip through his fingers where he had no control over it— he couldn't do anything to save v from the relic and it killed him. i can’t imagine how many sleepless nights he must have had after v was dragged to his place by goro. and after HE had to give them the bad news. sitting awake in his little makeshift office, mulling over and over again what he could do to help or to make things easier; only to come up with the exact same solution again and again—that he couldn’t.

and yet, he tried to make things easier, joke around and laugh with v. cheer them on during their fight and even coach them through the round. but watching someone you love and care for so deeply literally…dying before your eyes, god. and the fact that vik, no matter what, always welcomes v back into his life with open arms?? no questions asked??

UGHHHHH i love him.

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having more silverv thoughts and i have to share them.

i know the scene at johnny’s grave is THE silverv turning point, with johnny and v both showing off how much they truly care for each other but—that moment at the hotel with johnny when he decides to give v his dog tags???? god i love that moment too. esp with how johnny calls the tags “proof” of him turning over a new leaf; where he intends to save v instead of just letting them die. and i really think it’s such a HUGE gesture, especially coming from johnny! and not even solely because of his physical promise to v but because of what the dog tags once represented.

johnny fought in the corpo war. he was a blind follower under arasaka’s boot for a long time. hell! his robotic arm is arasaka made. he was a soldier. he tells v how he rotted inside that hotel room for days, or even weeks, realizing what a terrible human being he’s become under arasaka and just how horrible corpos truly are.

and yet— something he resents so much, he changes into something for the better. the dog tags once were proof of his rage. his blind, ignorant rage for arasaka, for the war, but mainly the rage he felt towards himself. johnny truly hated himself at this point in his life. it was his own pivotal moment in life where he, then and there, would take a stand against corpos. so much rage embedded in the metal tags but there he is; offering them up, his own twisted hate, to v. but with an entirely new meaning.

he offers the tags not only in proof of wanting to save v but in proof that he cared more for them than he let on. changing the tags meaning from his promise of rage to turning them into something v could have to think of HIM. to think of him at that moment. where any time the metal lay flat on v’s skin or when v would absentmindedly fiddle with the tags; johnny wanted them to not think of how angry he used to be, or how much he genuinely despised himself—he wanted v to think of this new side of him. this softer, caring side where he promised to give up his own “life”(so to speak ofc) so that v may live. the greatest sacrifice anyone could accomplish and johnny was willing to do it, for v! never rouge or alt or kerry or anyone else that mattered in his life, no, for v.

and it’s almost funny how johnny shows his feelings before this moment too. how as soon as v had passed out from the relic induced seizure, his first thoughts were to, not only save v, but to take them to the hotel where he had stashed his rage. knowing in that moment that he wanted to give up his tags as proof of his literal physical devotion to v. and god he was entirely devoted to v the minute he dragged the body to that hotel room. not only to serve as a place where v would be safe while they were incapacitated from said relic malfunction—but to also prove to v how much he was willing to change FOR v. because he cared so much about them even if he couldn’t really find the right words to say it.

knowing he took what was once his rage for arasaka, the war, the loss of the people closest to him during this time; took it all and instead turned it into his desire to protect and save v. and his rage is definitely not something easily given up on, which is clear throughout the game.

and ugh idk. just getting to see these little moments of where johnny changes but specifically changes for v drives me insane. every little moment between them feels so much bigger than it really is when you know that they’re meant to be soulmates.

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i will truly never get over just how beautiful silverv is written. like getting to see “the johnny silverhand” in action, catching glimpses of a man who’s just…well let’s be honest, not a good man. he treats alt like shit, treats rouge like shit, and treats kerry and the rest of his band pretty much like shit too. he left kerry without so much as a goodbye—all just to go on an arasaka bombing run. we see him literally pick alt over rouge and then turn around to beg rouge for her help in saving alt.

like of course johnny is an unreliable narrator and you can’t really take his word on everything but— i think some truth lies within. and i think we get to see it as he genuinely changes because of v.

and yeah you could argue that it’s just the construct and yada yada but the construct was created with the data of rocker-boy johnny silverhand on it. it’s data of his angry, former self right after blowing up arasaka. it’s his personality from when he was in the war— data literally created with him wrapped all up in a bundle of rage…so why does he change? he didn’t change for kerry. didn’t change for rouge and never got the chance to change for alt. i mean sure the relic’s data could be written to adapt and evolve, and i don’t know if it did evolve or if it could, i’m not sure but still. i genuinely just think v is the one who changes johnny. johnny’s engram is supposed to completely take over v, and while it clearly does throughout the game(and ofc this is all a special circumstance bc the relic’s data believes v was dead before it started taking over their psyche etc etc), it wasn’t supposed to be the other way around. and v doesn’t take control of the relic or anything, i know, i mean it in a way that instead of johnny’s relic outright taking over, v somehow changed johnny’s data as it ate away at v themselves. the instructions for the relic were clear and yet…when we, the player, meet johnny, he was very much that asshole from his former glory days come back to life again— where he literally threatens to kill v and just take the body…multiple times…but by the time v and johnny find his unmarked grave, johnny has changed.

he, in the softest tone we’ve heard from johnny up until this point, tells v that they’re the closest person to him by a long shot. how he’s always been such an asshole and used every person in his life for his own selfish needs but it’s v that ends up being the only one who gives a shit about him. and now he truly desires to be the person to save v, even as the relic is in the process of actively killing v against their will. he was so upset about the thought of fucking up what v and he had, and when you point it out that he almost did fuck that up? he’s scared of losing v. asks for a second chance, begs v to let him make things right! for the both of them. definitely something the old johnny would have NEVER done. (not to mention the ost during this scene? god, how hauntingly beautiful it is. also it gives off this vibe of how truly lonely johnny is and would be w/o v.)

and then there’s v. sitting on some rusty-dusty piece of metal, carving johnny’s initials into said metal just to leave something behind of him, whether he was buried there or not; v still made it apparent that they cared for johnny. and proving it even further when johnny asks what they would really write, if he had a proper burial and headstone. and without hesitation v tells him, after everything they’ve been through— the hurt, the venom laced words, wanting each other dead—“the guy who saved my life.”. and you could argue that v just means the relic saving them from the bullet dex dishes into their head but i truly think it’s so much deeper than that. after everything? johnny lying? cursing v’s every waking second? using v for his own selfishness—his old self—and v still picks the moment johnny literally saved their life? like v could have very easily instead made a joke about the situation. or tell johnny they’d write something harmful or meaningless on his grave to get back at johnny for all the shit he’s put them through but no! with their own soft voice, they tell johnny the one good thing he’s done in his “life”, sitting atop his “grave”, is that he saved them.

idk i have so many silverv thoughts because they’re written plain as day as soulmates. like platonic, romantic or whatever, they’re soulmates— literally meant to be. if it had been anyone else’s head, johnny might not have become someone “different” from his former self. and v would still have their life, sure, but even then they changed too; changing from wanting johnny dead to panicking at the thought of johnny not being there with them?

UGHHHH. they give me the biggest brain-worms. i love silverv so much.

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“do you ever regret what you’ve done in your life?” you mutter, glancing in the direction of your little day to day parasite; johnny silverhand. he sits at the edge of your bed, leaning against the inner wall with a lit cigarette fizzing between his fingers. you’ve become bed ridden from a particular bad relic malfunction and the thought of “what if’s” plagued your sickly mind.

johnny wears his iconic sunglasses as he sits promptly across from you. you can’t tell if he’s looking at you, or even paying attention, but it doesn’t stop you from talking away in your feverish state. “hey, you could at least answer. you’re the one killin’ me ya know.” you jab, following up with a half chuckle, half cough. “i wanna know, don’t i get one free wish or somethin’?”

johnny cracks a smile but otherwise he continues to stay quiet. just takes a long drag off the end of his imaginary cigarette as his hologram self flickers, the only tell that reminds you he’s not really real; just a ghost of a man.

“yeah i’ve got a lot of regrets, v. nothing i can do to change ‘em though, so why ask?” johnny finally speaks up, breaking his vow of brief silence. his tone is bitter and cold like usual but this time it sounds…far more distant; most likely due to your slow recovery from the previous malfunction strike.

one day, you feared, he’d be completely out of your grasp.

“dunno just curious, i guess. would you change anything?” you continue to pry, lifting an eyebrow at the other as you shimmy your way into somewhat of a sitting position.

johnny sighs at your prying and you know if he wasn’t wearing his sunglasses he’d probably roll his damn eyes at you. like a disappointed friend giving you advice for the seventeen time about the same topic. “fuck v,” he says as he takes another long drag off his cigarette. “i don’t know, maybe not fucking die?” he adds with a more annoyed tone.

“hey you can’t be mean to me right now so just answer the damn question.” you shoot back, restraining yourself from tossing the closest pillow at his head…it wouldn’t reach the target like you’d want it too anyway.

silence falls once more between the two of you. johnny continuing to smoke while his head slightly turns off to the side, allowing him to stare out the window beside your bed. he takes a moment to look at the flashing lights of NC before finally turning back to face you. “i wouldn’t change anything. even if i got to live again, in my own body, with my own damn thoughts…even if i died again, don’t care. wouldn’t change a thing.”

now it’s your turn to lift your eyebrow in confusion. you had expected him to go on and on about what he’d do to change everything that went wrong; beating adam smasher, saving alt, maybe even righting wrongs with both kerry and rouge. i mean you half expected him to mention blowing arasaka up…again

“why?”

for a moment you expect him to disappear, to retreat back into the depths of your mind and to finally be done with your nitpicking. but johnny doesn’t, keeps his ‘physical’ form, and he stays. and he’s turning to look directly at you. his cigarette is gone as he reaches up with his mechanical arm to remove his sunglasses for the first time…ever. and he does something unexpected, even by the legend, johnny silverhand’s standard.

“…because then i’d never get the chance to meet you, v. i’d die a thousand deaths just to meet you at the end of the line.”

and then he finally leaves. disappears before you can even fully comprehend his confession. leaves you in your semi pitch black room with nothing but your headache and the tightness inside your chest.

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making another post because i want some cyberpunk 2077’s moots pretty please 🤍

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it didn’t show up in tags, bc tumblr genuinely hates me, but i posted part 2 of my jackie fic for any who cares ,, ^^

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𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 — 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖꩜.ᐟ.ᐟ

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩: you are v. a ruthless, upcoming merc; shooting to be a legend inside of night city. and by your side, the best choom you could’ve ever asked for— jackie welles. the man who you thought was previously out of your reach but now he and you would share the night together.

𝐰𝐜: 3.5k

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: 18(+), nsfw, mdni, fem!reader, reader is v, pre-heist jackie (& v), also pre-misty & jackie, mentions of getting drunk, there’s so much sexual tension, dirty talk, oral m&f receiving, 69, fingering, p in v penetration, unprotected sex, sqüirting, creampie, mating press, slight breeding kïnk.

𝐚/𝐧: this is part 2, read part 1 here!!

Jackie is quickly grabbing the back of your neck with one firm hand, pulling you into him. He closes the distance as quickly as he can, desperately seeking you out as his lips come crashing down onto yours in a hasty kiss.

You taste the edge of his cigarette and the beer on his tongue, probably mirroring your own taste but that clearly doesn’t stop Jackie or slow him down in the slightest. His tongue dances across your bottom lip and you excitedly part your lips to allow him further access. Jackie’s tongue presses into yours, sweeping you up in a swirl of newfound pleasure. You move to wrap a hand around Jackie’s forearm, hanging onto his strong body as he pushes you backwards to deepen the kiss. He’s bending you easier than you would have ever let anyone else do, flushing the front of your body entirely onto the front of his.

He grunts against your lips, another roll of his tongue against yours, before he breaks away for a split second. Just long enough to slip his other hand up under your shirt, rushing and pushing the fabric up in a frantic attempt to take it off. But you comply immediately, stripping your tank top off while you chase after his lips. You catch them once more after your shirt is tossed to the side, left to be forgotten for the night, drawing out another sweet groan from Jackie. You don’t wait for Jackie to initiate you taking off your pants though, you’re too eager anymore, as your fingers begin to fumble with the button at the front.

Jackie’s tongue is back to rolling against yours while your fingers begin to undo the front of your pants. Jack can hear the zipper of your pants and decides to help out by running his free hand down your back and beneath the back of your pants. His large hand grabs your ass, kneading at the flesh. Of course he wasn’t really helping you take off your pants but it sure helped in making your cunt wet enough to soak your underwear. You gasp into his mouth at another rough squeeze when you finally manage to get your pants off. Kicking, adjusting, throwing them away from you as if they were burning your very skin. As soon as you’re kicking away the fabric of clothing, Jackie is moving his hand away from your ass to swipe his fingers from the back of your cunt to the very front, pressing roughly against your clit. The motion of his fingers sends an electric shiver through your entire body, and you could feel your core respond to his touch with a new found flood of slick, soaking you even more.

“Aye V, mira lo necesitado que estás de mí…” Jackie mumbles into the shell of your ear, a quiet chuckle following suit as he presses his fingers back into your clothed pussy.

You can’t help but to moan at everything Jack does. A high whine leaves your lips but you still manage to roll your eyes at his comment— as if he was wrong — but it was more than obvious that he was just as bad as you were. Needy, hungry, desperate for each other; and the tent you could feel inside his pants was confirmation enough that he was feeling the exact same way you were.

You place both of your hands squarely onto Jack’s shoulders, giving him a rough push and tipping him over backwards onto the bed. And at first he looks confused, worried he might have done something wrong.

But no, he was just doing everything so goddamn right and it sorta pissed you off.

“Take your jewelry off.” You demand while starting to climb your way up between his thighs. Your fingers hook around his belt buckle, undoing it like you’ve seen him do one too many times, and quickly as you can. You rip the belt from his pant loops, tossing the entire thing over your shoulder and onto the floor, before moving on to work on his pants while Jackie did as you asked. Starting with the gold jewelry around his wrists. Thankfully, you really didn’t want to listen to them clank as things continued. He then slips his gold ring from his finger, setting everything off to the side on the nearby nightstand.

He starts to remove his necklace but you stop him before he can when you’re mouthing at the tent in his pants. You breathe hot over his bulge, causing him to groan. “Needy?” You fire back at him with a smirk. Jackie mirrors the way you smile with a tilt of his own lips and he so badly wants to retort with some snide comment but you’re not going to let him; as you yank down his tight black pants. And surprisingly, he helps you for a moment by slightly lifting his hips. Finally allowing you to take away his pants. But they’re quickly forgotten just like the rest, thrown off into the sea of clothes beginning to form.

You hum with satisfaction at the sight of his bulge, no longer weighed down by his tight pants. And while it’s a delicious sight, nervousness creeps into the back of your mind like an itch that needs scratching because—oh fucking god—Jack was huge. Bigger than any partner you had slept with in the past. Three times the size you could’ve imagined and you certainly had imagined it before. What he’d look like, a fantasy playing in your mind in the midst of night when it was just you and your hand. And here he is now, bigger than you could’ve ever dreamed of. And he was still restrained with his boxers…what had you gotten yourself into?

Jack notices your hesitation and you can hear him stifle a laugh. The noise he makes snaps you out of your worried state and you get back to work; yanking down his boxers to set him free, once and for all. And you had been all too right. He was in fact huge in every sense of the word. From his thick base to his thick ass head, gleaming with the first droplets of precum spilling from the slit. You swore he was almost thicker than your damn forearm just thank god he wasn’t as long. You’re not sure if you’d be able to take him at all if he had any more length to him. And yet he was still roughly six and a half inches or more.

“No wonder you have such a fucking ego…” You muse out loud, quietly laughing to yourself. You couldn’t help but stare at his length now and how it, embarrassingly, makes your mouth water. And as you stare, you can’t help but wonder how many other partners he’s had and how many he must’ve scared off after revealing his aching cock. You’re sure it must’ve happened once, right?

Jack laughs freely now in response, proud of himself like you figured he would be. “What, scared now chica?” He asks with a lifted eyebrow and a playful, pearly white smirk.

“Fuck off.” You reply with your infamous eye roll. Now you are determined, planning on making Jack see goddamn stars by the end of this, as you wrap a single hand around the thick of his base. Unsurprisingly, your fingers don’t even touch as you fully grip around his shaft.

You groan, feeling Jackie throb in response to your touch. Slowly, you drag your fingers along every inch of his twitching shaft, precum spilling more and more as your hand pushes clear up to his tip. Watching him drool with just a little stimulation made your stomach do flips. And he was either really easy to turn on…or he was drooling because of you. You weren’t sure if you wanted to know the truth to be honest.

Jackie groans at your eagerness, bringing you back to the situation you had started, and before he can make a comment on your wandering mind, you’re quickly attaching your lips to his head. Your mouth is wet and warm as you slip around his tip, sucking as harshly as you can.

“Coño Valerie!” Jackie curses under his breath, speaking your name for the first time in a while and no less when he’s feeling fucking good; oh it made your heart, and your cunt, throb.

You clench your thighs together, trying your hardest to keep your core from dripping through your underwear and making an even bigger mess. It doesn’t help in the slightest though, you’re definitely going to soak entirely through your underwear.

Ignoring the fact your underwear was ruined now, you’re pushing yourself forward. Slipping your lips further around his shaft in an attempt to take more of him but before you can force more of him into your eager mouth; Jackie’s large hand is tangling into your hair and giving it a sharp tug, removing your lips off of his head.

“Nuh uh,” Jackie interrupts. “Turn around. You’re going to need some attention too.”

You whine at the tug on your hair but his words ring true, you definitely were going to need some prepping to be able to take him. So with an embarrassed blush stretching across your face, you turn and hook your leg over his chest, knees digging into the shitty mattress as you move to face your wet cunt towards Jackie’s face. Your hand returns to moving along his twitching shaft, quickly stroking him off while you feel his fingers press into your thighs.

His big hands slide up the back of your thighs, kneading into your flesh, while he pushes and pulls your ass and core apart. His thumb finally gives you some satisfaction by rubbing right up against your cunt and Jack chuckles at the pool of your slick that beads up on his thumb, even through your damp underwear.

“Shit…fucking soaking wet, V.” Jackie grunts as he applies just a little more pressure against your cunt.

You moan at his touch but you weren’t going to be the only one being pleased as you slip your mouth over his tip once more. You suck roughly against his head, feeling him tense up under your body. If your mouth wasn’t full you’d almost laugh, but you’re quickly outdone once more as Jack is pressing his tongue flat against your aching pussy. He sucks right over the fabric you wear, his thumb moving to slowly rub over your clit.

You force more of his cock into your mouth to stifle any moans that would surface. It barely helps as Jackie gets a few licks in over your underwear, teasing you, before he’s ripping your panties off to the side and tasting what he really wants. Now with no obstacles in his way, he starts lapping at your cunt like a wild dog. His tongue slithers between your folds, gathering and tasting every drop of slick you’ve produced because of him. And he fucking groans at your taste, pressing his nose flush against your lower half as his tongue slips inside of you.

You whine around his shaft, trying to continue your own task at hand. Using one hand to stroke from his base up to meet your lips, where you try your best to take more of him into your mouth. Spit quickly bubbles up at the corner of your lips, slipping down your chin and dripping down onto his skin. He fills every inch of your mouth, forces your tongue to lay flat along the underside of his shaft. Without prior experience, you certainly would’ve gagged around his thick shaft by now; and you’re barely at the halfway mark. But it wouldn’t stop you. You were determined now as you take a deep breath through your nose, sucking harshly around his shaft, inching your way down just a little more.

“Shit.” Jackie groans, panting hot and heavy against your cunt. He slides his hand up the front of your core before one of his fingers presses deep inside. He’s slow at first, curling his finger, pulling it out, pressing it back in as deep as his knuckles would allow; before he picks up the pace. He actively begins to finger fuck you, slipping a second and then quickly a third finger inside your trembling hole. Jack stretches you out with every ram, twist, and flex of his fingers and damn him for being so fucking good with his fingers, because it’s bringing you close to your oncoming orgasm far more quickly than you would’ve liked.

For the first time, you rip your mouth off of Jackie’s length willingly. Lips puffy and beginning to flush red at his enormous size; down to even your damn jaw aching from what little you could swallow. A pathetic moan escapes your lips as Jack finger fucks into your soaking wet pussy. He forces out the most pitiful, wet noises from your cunt. If it wasn’t for your moans and the whimpers noisily slipping out of your lips, you’re sure the entire room would echo with the way your pussy squelches around his fingers.

You can’t keep up. Every curl of his fingers inside of your core has your entire body spasming. Your hand barely hangs onto his shaft anymore, too wrapped up in your own pleasure to continue stroking him off. You can hear Jackie chuckle at your weak attempt to continue moving your hand but you don’t care as your orgasm is hitting your lower half and fucking fast. You try to form words to tell Jackie to stop or slow down but your body is on fire, burning up and turning you into a mess before you can even think properly. You cum, hard and rough, around his fingers. You whimper and whine between each harsh gasp of air you take. On the edge of damn near sobbing as you convulse around Jack’s thick fingers. And they never stop moving until your brain finally connects to the overstimulation setting in and you quickly smack Jackie’s thigh to get him to stop moving them.

Jackie laughs at you but he removes his fingers as you wish, smirking at the way your slick clings to him as he retrieves them.

And you think that’s the end of it for a moment, still twitching from your sudden orgasm, but you’re dead wrong. You don’t have time to recover when Jack is suddenly flipping positions. He’s stripped himself of his shirt, ripped your underwear off completely, and laid you out on your back where he had previously been. Letting you get a good look up at him as he positions himself to hover over you. He’s adjusting your bodies together. Your legs shift around his hips while his large hands grab your own hips, keeping your body flush against his. Thankfully, somehow, your mind clears long enough for you to connect the dots that Jackie as you slide a hand between the two of you, adjusting the tip of his cock right up against the entrance of your cunt.

Jack bends his body slightly, kissing at your throat as his hips slightly move to rub his head into your core. “Can’t take it anymore, V.” Jackie huffs against your neck. “Need to fuck ya.”

And his words are basically just a warning because his hips finally move forward. With little help, Jackie plunges his cock inside of you. Because of his fingering from earlier and stretching you wide enough to take him, you take his head and then some before he stops moving forward. Instead he retreats backwards before thrusting back inside again, forcing you to take a little more of him. And he repeats this rhythm to slowly allow you to fully take the shape of him before you can even register what he’s doing.

“Oh fuck Jack!” You sob. Your arms coming up to grip his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he fucks into you. Every thrust knocks the air from your lungs and when he’s finally bottoming out inside of you, you’re unable to breathe at all anymore. Can feel your pussy twitch around his entire length. You sob again as your cunt practically is forced to take the shape of his cock. Fat, wet tears jump to the corners of your eyes when he begins to draw himself back— only to thrust, harsh and deep, back inside of you.

“Tan apretado, V.” Jackie groans with another rush of his hips.

Tight? There was no way you were fucking tight anymore with his massive ass spearing you in half. Thinking about it now, maybe Jackie was single only because he might have literally fucked his partner to death with how big he was.

“Taking me so well.” Jackie praises, kissing hot against your neck. If not for his charming voice luring you to him, you most likely would’ve passed out by now from how big he was.

Your fingers dig deeper into his back, broken sobs echoing inside the room as Jackie picks his pace up a little more. Your cunt is drooling so much with every single one of his thrusts that you could feel a mix of your slick and his own sticking to your thighs and slipping down your ass. The sounds he had managed to produce before with just his fingers didn’t even compare to the noises your body was making now. You were messier, sloppier, with his cock damn near crushing your cervix.

To say it’s overstimulating is an understatement. You can’t speak, words are nonexistent to your dumb little mind now. And it didn’t help at all that he went back to fucking you right after your last orgasm, further overstimulating you. Your mouth hangs open as you attempt to speak, to tell Jackie that your second orgasm is quickly building up but he somehow knows you by now. Credit most likely goes to the way you tense and clench around his fat cock.

“Nope. Not yet.” Jackie huffs, his own breath ragged and rough from the brutal pace he’s set. His fingers move to grip around your calves, sliding upwards to your ankles where he then folds you in half, laying his full weight onto the front of your body. “Hang in there V…estoy cerca.”

Somehow, Jackie feels even deeper inside of you than before and you’re suddenly very worried for your cervix and the stomach bulge he’s sure to be giving you. You gasp, eyes bulging, while broken sobs fall from your lips as Jackie returns to a cruel pace. Folds you into a mating press, forcing you to take every inch of him, practically abusing your cunt while you’re barely hanging on.

Your orgasm is burning through you like lava. Bubbling and boiling inside your overstimulated pussy, begging for a release. But this time it’s different. The burn is slowly dissolving. You’re wetter than ever, and the fire in your lower half is quickly being drowned and taken over by an enormous wave instead. A scream sticks to the back of your throat, your eyes roll back, and you can’t take it anymore. Your orgasm hits, hard, and soaking fucking wet that you can hear it splashing off against Jackie; who still fucks into you without skipping a goddamn beat.

“Eso fue tan jodidamente caliente, Valerie…” Jackie groans, deep from within his chest. He bites down on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, leaving a pretty reminder to blossom by morning. His thrusts are wild and chaotic, no rhythm left inside them as he just seeks out his own end. It’s hot, messy, and a little dangerous but he doesn’t care; he needs to see you fucking leaking with his cum.

So he plans to do just that. Pinning you to the bed, kissing his way back up onto your neck, while his own orgasm comes crashing down and he buries himself inside of you. Digs deep into you as he cums, pushing out rope after rope, your cunt milking him entirely dry and he definitely doesn’t stop moving until he’s completely finished.

And after he’s done cumming, he slowly lets you unfold as he backs up just a little, watching his cock slowly reappear as he pulls out of your overly puffy, red, and slick pussy. And along with it, the pure white of his cum that drips out of you. Jackie fucking moans at the sight but you can’t even lift your head at this point, still reeling over your own powerful orgasm.

Your entire body is tired, sleepless nights paired with the alcohol you had earlier, on top of now having the best orgasm of your life, you were mere seconds away from falling asleep. But Jackie wasn’t going to let you. His fingers swipe through your folds, collecting his spent leaking from your pussy and pushing it back up inside.

“Don’t fall asleep now, V,” Jack softly mutters, clearly teasing you with the roll of his accent. “You started this bad idea and you're gonna see the end of it.”

You groan as you finally manage to look towards him, seeing in the moonlight that he was already, once again, fully hard and ready for round two; even while his lower half is still covered in your wet orgasm.

Yep. He definitely fucked all of his partners to death.

@ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐙𝐄𝐕 | 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖/𝐎 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

[zev-zev]

𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 — 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖꩜.ᐟ

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩: you are v. a ruthless, upcoming merc shooting to be a legend inside of night city. and by your side, the best choom you could’ve ever asked for— jackie welles. what you didn’t ask for though were the feelings you had for him. and one lucky, drunken night, staying at the sunset motel, everything swells to a breaking point where you can’t really fake it anymore.

𝐰𝐜: 3.5k

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: 18(+), fem!reader, reader is v, pre-heist jackie (& v), also pre-misty & jackie, mentions of guns/bullets(briefly), mentions of drinking/getting drunk, mentions of smoking (cigarettes), suggestive, there’s so much sexual tension, v has an unrequited crush

𝐚/𝐧: part 2 (here)

“Go, go! Hurry up and go!” You shout, throwing yourself into the passenger side, slamming the door to your HELLA 1360 shut as soon as your ass touches the seat. The driver side door of your car flies open with a high pitched squeak, the sound of gunshots echo into the evening sky, as Jack quickly climbs into the driver seat at your demand. The bullets fly after Jack, seeking to make this his last day in Night City but they never successfully reach their target before the roar of the engine cuts through the sound and Jack is flying through the sand of the Badlands.

“Hell yeah!” Jackie shouts, slamming his palm onto the steering wheel out of excitement. He laughs, deep from within his chest, as he speeds away.

You roll the window down, shifting your body to lean and hang out of the open window, iron at the ready, as you watch the remains of the Wraiths vanish behind the sandy dunes of the Badlands. “Fuck, Jackie! That was a little too close back there.” You yell as you slip back into your seat, rolling the window up, turning to glance over at the one dude inside all of Night City you’d probably take a bullet for.

“Oh cheer up chica! We just outplayed the Wraiths!” Jackie cheers, glancing in your direction with that comically large grin of his. His green eyes sparkling with the adrenaline high of escaping the gang of Wraiths. It makes your heart flutter.

You loved and hated that smile. Enjoyed watching Jackie shine brighter than the sun itself, even if it was too goddamn infectious, forcing your own smirk to stretch across your lips; but god it made your heart hurt. The smile you’ve always wanted but could never have.

You roll your eyes once you realize you’ve been staring for a second too long, turning to look towards the road. The smile he influenced still stretching across your lips.

“Yeah, yeah. The job is done but the Wraiths are not going to take this sitting on their asses. We need to hide out for the night somewhere.” You sigh, glancing in the side mirror to check out for any said angry Wraiths hunting after the two of you. Thankfully, the coast is still clear the further Jackie drives.

Jackie doesn’t respond right away, instead he reaches out to flip the switch on the radio. The radio flicks to life at his request and begins to broadcast frequency: 98.7, Body Heat Radio. Jack quickly begins to hum along to the tune of “Night City” by R E L, strumming his fingers to the beat all along the steering wheel.

He doesn’t speak, not until you both notice a rather large building peeking over the sandy hills of the Badlands. “There she is!” Jack comments with a nod towards the building. “The Sunset Motel! Oh isn’t she just a beaut to see! We can crash there for the night and get a couple of drinks to celebrate, eh?”

Once again you find yourself rolling your eyes at Jackie’s cheerful tone. Funny how you could always rely on him to turn every near death experience into a lighthearted, ‘let’s drink to this!’ night. As if you were going to turn him down from a nice, cold victory beer. A decent drink, a shower, and a bed was a far better option than hiding out, cramped up and sleeping in the back of your car somewhere in the desert.

“You talk sweeter about a damn shitty motel and a drink than you do about me.” You tease, shifting in your seat to slip your iron into your waistband.

Jack laughs at your statement with a shake of his head. “Oh mi mamita,” He starts, teasing the nickname, when he throws a single glance your way. “Jealous of a motel? Tsk, tsk V.”

You avoid his gaze then, finding a perfect little spot out the window of your car to focus on instead. Your face is flushed with every word he speaks and you definitely weren’t going to let him see; you’d never hear the end of it if he noticed the red staining your cheeks.

“Idiot.” You think to yourself but you just couldn’t help it. How could one not develop some kind of…feelings towards another human being who you spent every single second of the day with? You had known Jackie for more than a year since your return to Night City, hell you still fucking lived with him and Mama Welles, of course some conflicting feelings had developed deep within your chest. Feelings you’d rather strangle and force yourself to swallow back than to ever admit to Jackie. He was your best friend, your only choom. You couldn’t ruin what the two of you have…especially at the top of your merc game.

It was just a disaster waiting to happen.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you keep quiet until the two of you arrive in the parking lot of the motel. Waiting for Jack to park, finding a nice spot in the midst of a few other cars to blend in, before jumping out and stretching up towards the darkened, night sky. “Let’s go get that drink! You’re buying by the way.”

Jackie slides out of the car just to fake pout, grasping at his chest to feign what you could only assume is a ‘heart attack’ as you demand he pay. “Now that’s just wrong! I’ll go broke buying you drinks all night!” Jackie responds, a brilliant smirk across his face, before tossing the keys to the HELLA back to you.

You catch the keys with a single hand, chuckling at his retort. “Good thing we just got paid!” You respond in a sarcastic tone. A nod back to the job you both had just completed and the entire reason for your drinking tonight.

Jack just shakes his head with a sarcastic, defeated little sigh of his own. You pocket your keys while giving him yet another roll of your eyes before you both head to the stairs. Making a quick trip up the concrete lift before entering the bar that sits basically on top of the motel. You find a quiet, snug little spot in the corner of the small restaurant and take up your seat; while Jackie makes his way to the bartender first. He orders a couple of beers, getting a room for the two of you to share for the night, before he finally meets you at the table you’ve decided is “the one”.

Jackie slides into the booth across from you and at the same time he’s sitting down, he slides the beer he had gotten for you right into your grasp. You catch the chilled bottle with ease, staring at the cheap label wrapped around the glass. Jackie hoists his bottle up though, preparing for the victory toast he always did after a successful gig. Even though he really was the type of guy to just toast to about anything and everything. Being alive? Cheers. Finding a new song you liked? Cheers!

Ok, maybe Jackie just enjoyed drinking more so than the toasting part of it. But it doesn’t stop you from raising your beer in response to his, waiting for him to spill his heart out.

“Cheers to another successful job! Outsmarting our enemies and getting one step closer to being legends!” Jackie states in the proudest voice he can, clinking his bottle against your own, before taking a chug off the beer.

You shake your head, laughing just a little at how Jackie was always so damn positive, before taking a swig off your own beer. “It’s not hard to outsmart the Wraiths though, Jack.” You note with a smirk.

Jackie mirrors your laugh with a shake of his head. “I won’t argue with that but you gotta give yourself some more credit chica! You really outdid yourself today.”

You fawn at the praise but decide to ignore it for the most part. Didn’t need your face turning brighter than the damn table the two of you sat at; again. So instead of answering, you take another swig off the beer, keeping quiet and just letting Jack talk to fill the space.

And he could talk all night long and enough for the both of you; as long as he kept the beer flowing.

An hour later, you’re three beers deep, feeling the buzz slowly catch up to you. But it’s a welcoming feeling after being stuck in hot, sandy weather for the last two days; cramped up with the Wraiths. The hum of alcohol inside your veins was nice but it relaxes you a little more than usual. Jackie has one, or maybe two beers on you, but he’s as golden as ever. Peachy and excited as he talks about some story from when he was a younger kid back in Heywood. Probably a story you’ve heard several times before but you didn’t mind at all listening to him retell it again. In fact, you rather enjoyed listening to him and the way his tone of voice carried. Light and alluring, like a siren’s call, but still somehow firm enough that he could catch anyone’s attention if he wanted too. But fuck, the way his thicker accent rolled off his tongue…yeah you could listen to him all night.

“V? You in there chica?” Jackie asks with a more concerned tone, ripping you out of your fuzzy thoughts.

You rip your head up, not realizing you had lowered it at some point, to glance towards the man who spoke to you. “Yeah, yeah, I’m here. I think it’s just the lack of sleep…it’s made me a little tipsier than usual.” You admit with a small laugh.

Jackie chuckles along with you, downing whatever is left in his current bottle and setting it off to the side with the others. “Why don’t you head to the room and rest up? Gonna need it, we’ve got another gig tomorrow!” Jackie practically hums. His excitement for a new gig starting tomorrow is entirely evident with the way his smile lifts the corner of his mouth. And that just meant you’d be up with him at the ass crack of dawn to hit the road. How he did it…you’d never know.

You groan but nod, unable to finish the beer in your grasp, sliding out of the booth to stand and stretch. The alcohol catches you for sure then, rushing to your head and causing you to stumble a little in place. Jackie is immediately at your side, a large warm hand of his sliding around the small of your back, catching you from further embarrassing yourself by falling flat on your face. His gaze is concerned as his lips mumble a soft, “You alright, chica?”

You shiver at the feeling of his hand touching your lower back. Suddenly hotter than you had been seconds ago but you’re quick to recover, thankfully. You were a merc, shouldn’t be acting like a damn school girl at just a little touching from your one sided crush. “Fine,” You reply, physically shaking off the tipsy clinging to your mind(and the butterflies inside your stomach). “Stood up too fast Jack, I’ll be alright. You gonna hang and drink some more? I know how you never get drunk no matter how much you drink.” You add with another, awkward and smaller laugh as you straighten up in your spot.

Jackie shakes his head as he retrieves his hand slowly from your lower back. “Nah chica, gonna walk you to the room though. Make sure your lightweight ass gets there without fallin’ over the railin’.” He states.

And once he’s made up his mind, there was definitely no changing it. Doesn’t stop you from letting a soft and light-hearted sigh escape you as you accept his company nonetheless.

You and Jack make your way to motel room #10. A room placed on the upper terrace, luckily, but landed on the very end of the catwalk; so it was a little bit of a walk to get there. And the entire time it’s…quiet between you and Jack. He no longer continues to talk your ear off…which was a little unlike him but you don’t ask him why. Too afraid if you spoke to fill the silence that you’d end up saying something entirely stupid, which was so like you when you were drinking, so your lips stay sealed shut. But you couldn’t help wondering what made Jackie, out of all people, quiet. Was he upset about having to leave the bar? It was his gonk idea to follow you anyway…no reason to be mad at you for giving up his nightly victory drink.

The alcohol slurring in your body almost makes you want to start an argument about the subject but the two of you are reaching the room quicker than you thought you were going to, which is very relieving in the moment.

The door to the room slides open and Jack doesn’t take a single step into the room until after you do. So you step inside first, taking surveillance of the quaint motel room quickly, while feeling his presence right against your back. The room itself was nothing special and it certainly was no corpo-grade motel but it was…fairly decent— at least by NC standards! Two twin sized beds, perfectly made up, and the room was pretty clean at first glance. How Jack planned to fit in a twin sized bed, you didn’t know but at least it would be a little funny to watch. You continue your little scan of the room, noticing that it even had a small work desk, a cheap coffee pot, and from the looks of it a pretty decent sized bathroom off in the corner of the room.

A little dim and deary, with dull gray paint sticking to the walls, but it wasn’t the worst place you’d napped before.

You shrug off the jacket you had been wearing for far too long in this hot weather, throwing it over the desk chair. Your hazy mind stares at the bed closest to you and all you can think about is throwing yourself into it and lying down. You’re just starting to kick your shoes off when Jackie whistles beside you.

“Aye, not as bad as I remember it! They’ve certainly added some new paint to the place.” He says with a satisfied tone.

You’d have to remember to ask him tomorrow how he knew what the motel was like before a paint job; seeing as he never mentioned staying all the way out here in the smack dab middle of the Badlands before.

You move to the edge of the bed you had been eyeing, flopping down onto the surprisingly comforting mattress, and stretching out entirely along the length. “Fuck this is nice.” You groan, turning your head to look over at Jackie as he loudly rummages around inside his own jacket pocket. You watch curiously as he retrieves a pack of cigarettes you didn’t know he had. Confusion knits into your eyebrows as he lights one up while sitting down on the other bed. “You hate cigarettes.” You huff.

Jackie slightly laughs before he’s lifting the cigarette to his lips and drawing a deep puff off of it before letting the smoke slip right back out. “I do. But the taste of a cigarette after a good beer is just sometimes all a man needs!” Jackie replies with a hum, as if it’s an everyday fact everyone would know.

You continue to watch him with a close eye. Suddenly your body feels more awake than it has been the entire night.

Jackie holds the cigarette between his lips while he begins to take off his shoes. Unlacing them, setting them off to the side but close enough he can rush to put them on in case of an emergency. Always the planner. But he moves on, stripping off his own jacket and laying it onto the edge of his chosen bed. And now you get a really good look at Jackie, one that you normally wouldn’t, even if you did live with him. He wears his usual red tank you probably always saw him wearing. But without his iconic jacket, you could see the muscles along his biceps far clearer. The way even in the dim light you could see his muscles flex with every little movement he made. From taking a drag off his cigarette to him moving his necklace under his shirt, so it doesn’t bother him while he sleeps. And the only thought inside your hazy little skull now was; when did Jack get so fucking buff? Has he always been this well toned? And why now, here in this moment, did you want to fucking touch him. To feel him flex under your fingertips while he lifted you up, touched you, kissed you—

You suddenly realize that you’ve been holding your breath, too afraid to even breathe in fear of it ruining the moment, but now suddenly you needed the air. You suck in a breath just as he takes another drag off the cigarette between his fingers.

And the combination from lack of sleep, taking a gig inside the hottest ring of hell, the alcohol, and now the growing want for Jackie had your head spinning to the point that you definitely were going to make a few bad decisions, worse than your usual ones, tonight.

Before your mind can scream NO at you, your body is moving mostly on its own. You haul yourself up from the comfort of the bed, returning to your feet. Slowly you move closer to him, like an animal trying its best to not been seen by its prey, until you’re standing right in front of him.

Jackie stops in whatever he was doing beforehand to watch you with softer, tired green eyes. You don’t speak though, instead you bump your knee against his own. Before sliding your leg to press right between his. And without much resistance, Jack parts his legs to allow you to stand between his open thighs. And now that you’re close enough to your liking, your hand extends out towards him.

He lifts an eyebrow towards you, clearly confused as he looks between your hand and your face, before he drags his gaze to your body standing between his open thighs. And without a word, he slowly just hands off the cigarette in hopes that this is what you want.

You smile softly, taking the cigarette between your fingers and lifting it to your lips all the while you stare down at Jack. You wrap your lips gently around the end where Jackie had previously placed his own, an indirect kiss, as you take a drag off his cigarette. You breathe in deep, relishing in the burn that tickles your throat, until you slowly release the smoke back out between pursed lips.

All the while, Jackie watches you the entire time. But like earlier, he’s as quiet as can be. Just…stares at you. Watching every little movement you make. Watches the way your chest tightens and releases with every shallow breath. Glances along the curves of your body, undressing you with his eyes, before watching the end of the cigarette glow with your inhale. You swear the gaze that settles on every inch of your body was far hotter than the end of the cigarette between your fingers and it turns your face aflame. His gaze turns your face bright red that you’re sure even Jackie could see it in the dark.

This time, you don’t plan on shying away.

“You’re right. Tastes good.” You muse in a quiet voice while turning to hand off his cigarette back to him.

Jackie stares, almost slack jawed and speechless, as he accepts the offer of his cigarette back. As soon as he takes it between his own fingers once more, without a second of hesitation he’s lifting it to his lips and taking a long drag off of it. And as he takes a deep breath for his latest drag, Jackie moves ever so slowly to stand up to his full height; forcing you to look up at him now as you two stand chest to chest.

He stares down the bridge of his nose at you, smoke curling at the edge of his lips as he exhales his latest drag. You could tell he was definitely trying to figure out your intentions and how to move forward from…this. The gold chrome in his face catches the pretty light of the moon, enchanting his already handsome face. You almost feel jealous of the moonlight caressing his face; getting a chance to touch him so tenderly before you ever did made your gut twist.

And as silence and smoke alike hang in the air around you two, your heart pounds harder than it ever has before. You were used to being shot at, ending up with wounds from some gonk’s blade, or constantly just throwing yourself into the face of danger because it was your job…but this? The uncertainty of what may happen next felt worse than any stab wound. Because what if Jackie rejected you? Sent you away with a forced laugh and pretended none of this happened. Or even worse, he would end up thinking maybe it was just some sick joke you were pulling. What if you ruined your entire friendship with him just in this single moment of drunken boldness?

You barely breathe as he stands inches away from you. Just enough room is placed between the two of you for him to reach up and take hold of the cigarette hanging between his lips, finishing his latest drag. He slips the burning cigarette from his mouth while his gaze flicks hot and heavy over your lips, just for a split second, before he drags his eyes back up to your own.

Good god you could cut the tension between the two of you with a dull fucking knife.

“This is probably a bad idea, V.” Jackie whispers, finally breaking the silence that had stretched between the two of you; before letting the cigarette burn to its very end and putting it out on the wall, tossing the bud to the ground to be picked up for later. His green eyes never leaving your face.

“Good thing I’m all about bad ideas, Jackie.” You mutter right back. Straightforward and to the goddamn point. Fuck it all at this point. If anything you could blame the alcohol tomorrow but even then Jack would know you were bullshitting him. The countless nights you two had spent tipsy and close like this, stuffed away in some shitty motel after a gig, laughing and retelling stories of the past…he definitely knew the difference than whatever was going on right now. You both did.

And with the moon above as your only witness; Jackie is the first to break.

@ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐙𝐄𝐕 | 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖/𝐎 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

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lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıı 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

𝐳𝐞𝐯 | 𝟐𝟏+ | 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫 ꩜.ᐟ 𝐜𝐲𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝟐𝟎𝟕𝟕 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 ꩜.ᐟ 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠(𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢-𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦) @zevrra ꩜.ᐟ 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 ꩜.ᐟ 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭 ꩜.ᐟ 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐫 ꩜.ᐟ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧!! ꩜.ᐟ 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ꩜.ᐟ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭 𓆩♡𓆪

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𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ꩜ .ᐟ

having some regrets ⟡ gn!reader ⟡ hurt/comfort

𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 ꩜ .ᐟ

wip

𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐬 ꩜ .ᐟ

a thing of beauty — i know (part 1) ⟡ fem!reader ⟡ nsfw

a thing of beauty — i know (part 2) ⟡ fem!reader ⟡ nsfw

𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫 ꩜ .ᐟ

silver heart; clouded judgement ⟡ gn!reader ⟡ hurt/comfort

what i desire ⟡ fem!reader ⟡ nsfw

𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 ꩜ .ᐟ

wip

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ꩜ .ᐟ

hc list (involves all) ⟡ gn!reader ⟡ sfw & nsfw