for the smutty prompts: 46. “you’re making me crazy.”
"I don't know..."
"Aww, but you'll be so good, mami. I know it."
She snorts as he peppers her neck with more kisses, evidently not believing his flattery, "The 'sucking' part of the 'dick sucking' is pretty vital."
"Says who?"
Roxanne shoots him a side-eye, amused but still disbelieving.
"...Ehhh, alright. So maybe I won't get off, but... good foreplay, at least? C'mooon, I'm curious."
His output still chews on the thought, but to her, doing something because they feel like it is always good enough reason as any. Roxanne's nothing if not a whimful creature. So, she drops to her knee's.
Jackie's gotten blowjobs from her before, but it's usually situational to whenever she's wearing her full mouth-piece. The augmentation that's removed the same mouth-piece, the lower half of her face made up of gold skull, has its disadvantages despite being stylish.
But it's important to her, and Jackie wants to be with her as she is. He doesn't care if the kisses are toothier or if the smiles are in the eyes. Roxanne is always desirable; interacting with it is a unique endeavor, not an inconvenient one.
He ain't gonna lie, though, once they get into it - it's kind of a strange sight. A little body horror, if he were being mean. There's no lips, no cheeks, curtaining around his cock. He can see the full extent of himself still, along with the entirety of her pink tongue as it writhes and twists, trying to make up for the lack of suction. Easy to forget how long tongues actually are, when they stick out only so far from the mouth, but the gunslinger can see the full length of Roxanne's.
...It's actually....kinda... really sexy?
"...Shit..." Jack swears, enthralled by the boldness of the exposure, giving sight to the sensation. Not quite as warm, but each swipe of new spit brings a sweet kiss of chill, contrasting nicely with the heat. Her deep breathes, her little throaty noises, reverb around the hollow metal of her maw. "Drivin' me nuts, jaina..."
Her gaze raises to look at him -
- So much for foreplay.
In one look, Jackie can feel the telltale prickle in the back of his neck and the tightening of his balls. Roxanne, her golden cage of a mouth around his dick, tempting fate, as she looks up at him with gorgeous, intense, burning eyes -
He tenses, gulping, trying to reel himself back from the brink. Pinche mierda, maldita sea. Think of something else. Uh - Fuckin' - Pets. Taco.
He squeezes his eyes shut, but can still hear her huffing, wet and heavy.
Dead pets. Taco, upside down in his tank. Real sad.
Then, Roxanne starts to pull some new maneuvers. She doesn't need to pop off from base to tip every time she wants to adjust. She can just - turn her head, have her lick the sides of his cock while still being inside her mouth, fucking the gaps where cheeks should be. Jack hisses, unable to help the movement of his hips, a slow seesaw.
Motorcycles. He's got some gearshift thing to fix on his Arch. The tools he needs is -
Roxanne moves back to his tip, sinks him deeper into her maw -
"M-Mamita, wait - "
- and the swallow around his head is followed by an audible gag.
Of course, it's all unsalvageable from there.
"You lasted like, ten minutes," she points, after the fact, having cleaned whatever's escaped down her chin. Even if it's with more mirth than cruelty, Jackie could fuckin' die with embarrassment. This has never happened before. It's gonna haunt him in his sleep.
"Was... kinda hot just seein' you down there."
It does him no favors, Roxanne snickering.
"Seein' your tongue work on me did shit to me, alright?"
That earns him an outright cackle, "You freak."
"Oh yeah? Just you fuckin' wait, 'cause you're in for it."
smutty ask meme: 14. “we’re in public, dipshit!” “so?”
Thanks for the ask! Some mild smut below the cut.
Smutty ask prompt
As the newest member of the family, Val finds herself stuck with some of the least favored jobs, like overnight watch. A few years ago she'd have no problems staying up all night and watching the sun rise over Night City, but the desert is cold and she misses the warmth of Mitch and their small bed.
One cool evening she's posted on one of the Kaukaz trucks. Beyond her usual layers of clothing, she's also wrapped in a blanket, teeth clenched to keep them from chattering. Overwatch leans against the railing beside her, locked and loaded should need arise.
The clang of boots on the metal stairs startles her, and she spins to find Mitch's smirk appear as his face crests the upper landing. He's in his sweats, didn't bother to put on his coveralls before finding her.
"Should be sleeping."
"Bed's too cold, missed you."
Val opens her arms and the blanket, and he steps into her warmth. She sighs as his mouth finds hers and his hands slide under her layers to find her skin. Almost immediately the heat radiating off his body raises her own temperature, as does the way his lips move down her neck to the protruding spot on her collarbone.
"Stop," she whispers even though she doesn't want him to. "We're in public, and Pan'll kill me if she finds out."
"So? No one'll know." He makes his way back up her neck to her ear. He knows what his voice does to her when he drops it low and, silicone hand sliding under the waistband of her jeans for a handful of her ass, murmurs against her ear, "Wanna fuck you right here."
She can't stop the moan that slips out, or the way her hands reach for him through the thin fabric of his sweats.
B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?
S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?
W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.
Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?
Hmm!
V definitely admires Jackie's whole-hearted dedication to his family and his friends. She also admires the way he just... knows who he is and what he wants. On a deeper level, he's warm and he's funny and he's gracious and he smiles so very brightly, she can forget about everything else.
And although it's not really something she dwells on, in the physical sense, V thinks Jackie's more traditionally cute than a lot of the guys she grew up with. He has a softer face, anyway, scars and all.
The fact that he can pick her up and literally throw her a distance is something of a strange bonus. Though one I am pretty sure has come in handy at times.
Jackie admires V for her integrity - how she's in many ways very much the same person from her surface to the core. Even when it gets them into hot water. She may be capable of sneaky and underhanded at times, but she's so very principled about it. Likewise, for her dedication to family - the one she was forced to leave behind and the one she had to build in the city. And he absolutely loves the way she often gets high on life as it comes, both the little things and the big things.
Physically, he thinks she'd be straight up beautiful if she got the scars ironed out. But he knows why she doesn't, and they don't bother him anyway, and to him she's still very pretty. And he likes the mods and the tattoos as a form of self-expression.
I also think he just had a bit of a thing for nomads even before he met her. Not that he would run off from Night City and join a clan, he's too enamored with The NC Dream for that, but there's something about the whole Romantic Myth that appeals to him. Working up close with V challenges his perspective at times... but at others it's also like something out of his adolescent fantasies, so there's that.
Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?
Their goals run fairly parallel.
Jackie wants to be a Legend; V wants to be the Best. And they support one another fiercely.
V's dreams drift a bit. She doesn't always know what she wants. She still has a faint, faded dream of going back and rounding up all the Bakkers, for all that she knows it'll never happen (Jackie thinks she could, and if that's really what she wanted he'd support her in it, but he doesn't like thinking she might because he'd miss her). More generally, she does get homesick for the Badlands at times. In Night City, she's comfortable living on the edge, and anything more than that is a bonus. She does want to make a lasting impact... to do something worthy of being remembered. But she's more about living first. Overall, she does things to experience them and for the thrill of being alive, and for the challenge.
Jackie's single-minded about what he wants: to carve a name for himself in the annals of NC's merc history. Financial security as a result of, for himself and his loved ones, would be a major bonus. Family life somewhere down the road once his life is stable, maybe.
Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.
V's chipped with translation software, like you do, but she doesn't have a native speaker's ear for Spanish and she uses it very, very infrequently.
She's the first one that pulled out 'te amo,' which amused the fuck out of Jackie... primarily because she was so insecure for the longest time when it came to the love part of the equation in the first place and secondly because he's pretty sure she doesn't even know how intense it sounded to him. It did get him to kind of stutter and stall and his brain locked up at first, and his reaction made her flustered because she thought she'd gotten it wrong, but he was very touched regardless.
B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?
Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.
N icknames - What do they call their s/o?
for roxanne, everyone is "baby". t-baby, jack-baby, vik-baby. occasionally, she'll call jackie a teasing "gordito" or "tonto". “papi” for when she’s being buttery.
jackie, as jackie does, gives roxanne a slew of nicknames. "mami/mamita/mamacita" "jaina" "hermosa". most notably "jefecita". in especially tense moments, you might catch him slip with a “mi amor ;-;”
B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?
jackie admires that, where he’s so popular and thus unable to not care what others think, roxanne doesn’t at all. she knows what she wants, she doesn’t hide it, she doesn’t dress it up as something else, and you either take her or leave her as that. no bullshitting, no apologies.
for roxanne, it’s harder to pinpoint any one thing. she’s constantly endeared by him. she loves that he’s positive and welcoming, despite night city. she loves that he’s a goofball. she loves that he’s smarter than everyone, sometimes including himself, thinks he is. she even loves how disarming he is, when roxanne is a pretty armed person. shes into him more than she lets on lol.
physically, jackie would joke like “her ass haha” but he legit cannot decide. he’ll rib her 100% while thinking she’s the finest woman he’s ever met. her figure, yeah, but he’s really drawn to her eyes and making her smile reach them. roxanne is all kinds of sharp and soft all at once, and jackie digs it. roxanne, likewise, likes his big head and pitbull smile. the dimple in his chin. all his tattoos. again, she’s constantly endeared by him and his charm.
Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.
they read each other well. i’d say they’re both pretty honest and bold in their beliefs, but they still got that “tough guy” thing where they’ll lie to keep appearances. jackie & roxanne seem able to see past that, when it comes to each other, without being accusatory about it.
The way you said “I love you.“ ask thing: 17 and 25
17. When the broken glass litters the floor
Cyberpunk 2077; Jackie/V; PG-13
Wind whistles through the broken windows.
Otherwise, it's calm, it's quiet, and Jackie sits up straighter and stretches, filling the silence for a moment or two with a soft groan before sprawling right back out into his seat. This is about as far as he ever cares to be from the city, if not further. The only noise here is them, and that's starting to get to him, for more reasons than one.
"Starting to think we got stood up," he lets on.
It could have been that. There could have been trouble.
"Yeah... maybe," comes the answer from behind him.
V is far more comfortable with this place than he is. She's slipped off to explore the shadowed corners of the broken down church, and left him in what remains of the day's sunlight. He glances over his shoulder, and picks her form out of her dusky, still surroundings, where she's crouched on the floor.
"Maybe...?" Jackie starts to echo, and his thought spills over into, "¿Qué haces?"
There's a creak of nails coming loose as she pries a floorboard out of place. A few moments later, something like the rattling of a toolbox. Whatever she's found, V carries it back into the light as she rejoins him on the pew he's staked out.
The metal box isn't made to be locked, though someone tried to seal it with solder, to no avail. Jackie watches as V breaks it open easily.
There's cash inside - not enough to change a man's fortune, but maybe a better day's pay. Solemn, tattered portraits that say nothing of the people depicted within them. V fishes out a tarnished silver locket and opens it, before handing it to him, and he regards the man and woman both staring out from either side, both smiling in contrast, without a clue to who they might be.
"You want this one?" V asks, holding up a golden cross on a matching chain.
Jackie blinks at her, then closes the locket and lets it slip by its chain back into the box. He doesn't so much as touch the cross.
"Think maybe you oughta put it back."
He's not sure why he thinks that. Her scavenging doesn't bother him, to say nothing of the fact that they're thieves for hire. Maybe it's this place. Maybe it's the job, and how no one seems to be here to collect them. Maybe, just maybe, because this seems like the start of a bad horror vid.
V's mouth pulls to one side as she thinks about it. Jackie watches the chain of the cross as she coils it in her hand, playing with the weight of it against her fingers.
"Could at least give the money to Vik."
"Vik ain't exactly hurtin' for money, V."
"Maybe not, but he could find someone who needs it. Or pay off someone's bill. Y'know, for charity or... whatever."
"So you'd not only get us cursed," Jackie scoffs. "But you'd pass it on to the only guy in town willing to give us a discount when we drag ourselves in all banged up."
He plucks the cross out of her hands, gathers it together with the chain in his, and places it back into the box.
"C'mon, chica," he says. "Maybe it belongs here, you think of that?"
He brushes his thumb across V's cheek, and her pout softens. She gives a curt little sigh, and closes the box's cover.
"I'll bring it to Ibarra. He'll know what to do with it."
"That's..." Jackie blinks at her, and nods. "Actually? That's a pretty good idea."
And that seems to be that.
V leans back into the pew, and her gaze drifts to the ceiling. Her eyes widen, and a faint smile blooms on her lips.
"If there are any ghosts here," V says, getting to her feet, "I think they must be in agreement."
The sun is almost at the horizon, and between the empty windows and broken walls its light catches upon a broken mirror and the remnants of the windows scattered across the floor, casting a dim mosaic of color upon the ceiling.
Stained glass crunches underfoot as she steps out into the aisle. She spins - a dancing little pirouette - and bits of the kaleidoscope catch in her clothes and on her skin.
Jackie swallows.
Then stands.
"They must be lonely," V says, in a wonder, as he joins her in the aisle.
"I love the way you move," Jackie says, in part because it's the truth and in part because he can't say I love you, not yet, maybe not ever.
V tears her gaze from the ceiling. Her smile grows deeper, and her eyes flick to the floor between them before she brings herself to meet his stare. Her fingers find his hand, and she guides it to his hip, and God knows he doesn't need more invitation than that.
And maybe, he thinks, as he kisses her as deeply as his heart could ever want, just maybe he doesn't need more than this, any more than she does.
But Hell, if he's gonna defile a church, let it be for love.
concerned sentence starters: “I can’t leave you alone or even a second, can I?”
Cyberpunk 2077; Jackie/V; PG-13
One minute he's reminiscing with an old friend, the next he notices that V isn't next to him, and the third he's across the bar like a shot to pull her out of a fight before it can start.
Thankfully he remembers the knife, before she can jab him a good one without realizing he's the guy that's grabbing her, and Yesenia steps in to grab the other guy, and nobody's got any sensitive implants gouged out yet, but Jackie has to admit that the night is still very young.
"You wanna tell me what this is all about?" he asks, casually as he can through his teeth.
V doesn't answer, but the guy - a Valentino hotshot with something to prove - jumps on the opportunity.
"She's trying to steal my girl."
"Ah," Jackie remarks. "So... what? You wanna make her walk the line for something every one of us has done?"
"I did say you were welcome to come along and watch," V spits back, coldly.
To that, Jackie makes a raspy little sound in his throat, and pats the shoulder that's under his hand.
"Not everyone's into that kinda thing, chica."
"Chill," Yesenia says calmly, for all the good it does. It's blindingly obvious that Hotshot would spring at them if he wasn't being held back.
He's glaring at Jackie now, but the gears are turning in his head, and when he speaks, it's to V. "You know he's only hanging with you because no one in Heywood is enough of a gonk to fuck him since he left the Valentinos. Everyone here knows he ain't good enough for that."
Jackie chuckles darkly. V shifts in his grip, and he knows she's looking up at him, but Jackie keeps his eyes on Hotshot. "Eso es lo que tu mamá les dice a todos porque estoy demasiado atareado para volver sus llamadas holográficas. But no hard feelings, eh?"
"Two hundred eddies on the girl!"
Jackie blinks and glances that way, and finds a pair of nomads sitting at the bar. One of them - presumably the one who spoke, but like he could be sure - holds up two fingers, confirming it with a decisive nod. He glances at Yesenia, who merely shrugs.
"Yeah," Jackie agrees out loud, "two hundred sounds about right."
It kicks off a flurry of betting around the bar. Glancing down at V, Jackie loosens his grip a touch and sighs.
"Kick his ass, V."
The moment Jackie lets go, she's gone and in the guy's face, so fast he falls over backwards, to the jeers and cheers of the crowd. That probably would have ended it before it began, but with a flourish, V brings her knife down between the guy's leg's. There's the sound of fabric and but from where Jackie can see, there's no gush of blood at least...
Even so, Jackie presses his knuckles to his mouth, and clears his throat. All around them, money's changing hands. The guy's fainted. His girlfriend is glaring at V, on her knees at his side. And V looks...
...yeah.
She turns and stalks for the exit. With a curt nod to Yesenia, who waves after them, Jackie follows her out. Before they reach the door, a hand grabs his and he glances over sharply to find one of the nomads pushing a roll of eddies into his palm.
"Ah... thanks," he remarks, to a polite nod.
V doesn't even look back, and he catches up with her on the sidewalk.
It's some distance still before he realizes she's yet to stop scowling, prompting him to reach for her shoulder.
"You alright?"
"Guess so." V shrugs, not nearly hard enough to throw him off. "Is what he said true? About you hanging out with me?"
Jackie scoffs. His hand slides down her arm.
"C'mon, V, you gonna believe a guy who was trying to rile you up against me to get back at you for making a pass at his output?"
"I don't want to believe him," V stated. "But I want to hear it from you." She swallows, then adds, "And you dodged the question."
"He pulled it out of his ass. You want me to prove it to you? We can always hit up another bar. And heck, I can sleep downstairs on the couch from now on if it's bothering you."
"No," she mumbles, "I'm enjoying that part. I... still don't understand the rest, is all. I guess."
"What's not to understand? Enlighten me."
"Helping me. Spending time with me. Letting me take a swing at that guy..."
Jackie sighs. The guy had it coming, and would probably walk facefirst into a fist sooner or later no matter what they did. The rest...?
How I said "I love you."
25. In a blissful sigh as you fall asleep
Saints Row; Faith/Gat; PG-13
The moment the words slip from his mouth he's jolted right the fuck back awake again as she practically shoves herself out of his arms. Drowsy as fuck and deprived of his better mood, Gat watches her get dressed, of a mind to just let her pull her disappearing act this time around...
...until he remembers there're still three very sadistic and determined men skulking around their city who want her very explicitly dead, with an honorary mention going to Troy.
Rolling out of bed, he grabs his glasses off the end table, flicking them open and sliding them on in a fluid move, and reaches the door just barely in time to hold it closed when she starts to open it. His thoughts are a jumble, and she's got that look in her eyes, and he holds up a hand in a vague gesture of... something.
Armistice, maybe.
"It's you're fuckin' bed, 'Stasia," Johnny reminds her, "I'm only sleepin' in it."
She stills, and it keeps her preoccupied long enough for him to find his pants but he realizes belatedly that she's stolen his shirt, so he grabs a pillow and the topmost blanket and makes do with what he's got.
He'd ignore the Saints in the hallway, because he never gave a fuck about what they think of him in the first place, but the way they shrink from Johnny Fucking Gat gives his bruised ego a small boost so they can stare at him all they fuckin' want as far as he's concerned. He makes his way from the Boss's bedroom to the office, throws his pants on and his glasses down on the desk, then rolls up in the blanket like a sleeping bag and goes right back to sleep.
And when he wakes up again, she's curled right up against him like she didn't get all flighty over a simple slip of the tongue - one which he completely fucking meant, if she'd ever fucking listen to him say it - and for a few soft moments he completely forgets there's even something to be pissed off over.
Except when he sits up, they're still in the office. And she's still been stupid about some of the simplest shit. And he's thinking about breakfast, and maybe if he slips out now she can be pissed about it for once, if she's not still asleep before he gets back, or maybe he should just carry her back to her bed first.
But she's already awake, if she even slept, so that plan's out the window.
Sitting upright herself, she combs her fingers through her hair. He wants her to tell him that she's sorry for once, but he doesn't want her to be sorry about anything ever, and she's not meeting his stare, mouth moving silently in search of words she can't find. Or never understood. It's about as close as they ever come to working out this thing between them, and maybe, just maybe, if he gives her a nudge she can figure the rest out for herself.
"Come all this way to give me my shirt back?" he asks instead.
Her expression scrunches up in a scowl, and he bares his teeth in a thin, mirthless grin right back at her.
Her fingers find the buttons at a reluctant pace, and he realizes his mistake a moment too late as the silk starts to slip off her shoulders and her loyalty and all the other stories of her life she's etched into her skin are laid bare.
for the untranslateable prompt list: Sobremesa and wabi-sabi
Sobremesa: The moment after eating a meal when the food is gone but the conversation is still flowing at the table
Her son comes in not with one of the usual friends, not even with esa bruja he’s been chasing after, but with her. V, in all her ominous glory, and Guadalupe swears that if she’s using her restaurant for ‘business dealings’--she’ll drag her back out to the street, herself. It’s bad enough with Padre occasionally sniffing around.
...Regardless, it’s not like she’s going to starve her new guest out, either. So, she welcomes her son with a kiss to the cheek, gets them sitting, and even personally oversees their food. Guadalupe keeps a close eye, instead, for anything shady.
None comes.
Her son and this stray he’s brought in, they’re just... talking. Laughing. Not even drinking all that much.
It’s placating enough that Guadalupe forgets they’re there, lost in the bustle of other customers, later figuring--when no more orders come--Jaquito couldn’t find her on his way out. It’s only when bussing tables, does she find it’s still occupied.
The plates have long-since been picked clean. The conversation has grown tired with the passing time, eyes and tones soft. He’s rattling her ear off about something or another, as he does, and V listens patiently--Or maybe, with a fist under her chin, with a tender smile in her eyes, with endearment.
And, when her maw parts in a gentle laugh, Guadalupe watches as her hand reaches to squeeze her son’s.
Guadalupe pushes it from her mind, goes to shoo them out so the table can be free, and parts with an equal kiss to V’s cheek.
Wabi-Sabi: Finding beauty in imperfections
"...Is your nose broken?”
For whatever’s left of it, V’s got a little bump, right in the bridge. It’s subtle enough that Jackie’s never noticed until now, tracing the line of her profile. She interrupts his gaze by turning in acknowledgement.
“...Oh. Yeah. It’s healed over,” she answers simply, a metal, manicured finger rising to smooth over the imperfection. “Vikky didn’t even notice until he removed the rest of my face. Then gave me hell for never telling him.”
“Vik was the one who, eh...?”
He’s never known what to call it. Skull face? Skull mouth? ‘Face mod’ doesn’t seem to do it justice. It’s just V, who squints at him in suspicion. “Yeees?”
“Weeell, did he get before and after pics?”
“Uh huh. I’d show you, but I’d have to kill you,” she jokes, elbowing him gently before turning back to her phone. He’s allowed to be curious, but if she’ll actually indulge him is another matter. “No te preocupes por eso, cariño.”
They fall into comfortable silence, and Jackie finds the cute bump in her nose again. Always nice hair, always nice clothes. Sharp tip-to-tip, from her winged eyeliner to her faux fingernails. But then again, he’s seen her easily throw away brand new heels in favor of chasing down a target. He’s seen her with mussed hair and raccoon mascara, not even trying to fix it, from getting into fistfights. She chops off half her face, lets her broken nose heal over, and thinks he’s joking when he calls it all sexy.
Because V’s a careless beauty. Not effortless, not natural, or whatever the cosmetic brands are trying to sell these days. But beautiful in a way that only cares to appeal to herself.
Thing is, Jackie likes it too, even the broken nose. Maybe especially the broken nose. Must’ve been something that grew up with him, being into boxing.
“Something else you want, Jack?” she asks without even looking up, sensing his stare.
“Oh, I want a lot, mami,” he snorts, thumbing the ‘ware over his own nose. “But I’m good with just lookin’, too.”
