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."
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.
Mitch. He's very physically affectionate and if Val is nearby he's probably got a hand on her. If they're in private, he definitely has a hand on her. Val loves it though, because she didn't grow up with affection.
✈️ - How do they celebrate anniversaries?
There's no telling where they will be on an anniversary so they tend to just take a day off and ride off somewhere. V misses the city (as a concept, not necessarily Night City) so Mitch will also try to sneak in an overnight visit if they're close to one.
Aahh, thank you! I might throw a little Misty in; it can’t be helped!
1. Who is the early bird/ Who is the night owl?
Jackie gets up early to get shit done and usually goes to do it on his own, while Victory has never set an alarm in her life. People got up in the Clan before dawn, usually. Hard to sleep through the hustle and bustle like that.
She spends the first year or so in Night City just waking up at completely random hours because the noise level is the same all day, the sunlight seems a million miles away, and when she first came to stay with Mama Welles, she got “she’s company and clearly needs her rest” treatment. Her sleep pattern essentially never recovers.
Nobody is sure when Misty sleeps... sometimes they catch her in the middle of the night, and she just says she’s runs on very little. Maybe she sneaks naps since the shop is unfortunately not very busy.
19. Who loves to call the other one cute names?
Calling each other by their given names is as cute as they probably get. Romantic, friendly, maybe sultry sometimes-- they call each other many things, but cute is probably not on the list.
28. Who is the book worm?
A thousand times over, it’s Jackie. He’s a fast reader and sometimes if he’s really distracted it’s because he’s scrolling a shard (note he has ports on both side of his and an awfully precise scar on his skull, plus he tries to pilot the flathead. I am choosing to believe this all means he’s got a fair amount of cyberware in there, even though he mentions it isn’t as fancy as what V has; might as well always have a book along then) while trying to have a conversation at the same time. Victory sometimes cajoles him into reading out loud when they’re in bed, especially if he he’s reading something in Spanish. She just loves listening to that man talk (and it helps her strengthen her language skills too).
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.
12. How much independence do they prefer in a relationship—do they want to share their lives as much as possible with their partner, or do they prefer to mostly do their own thing and let their partner do their own thing?
15. What, for them, constitutes a level of intimacy that they would only rarely share with someone? This can be physical, emotional, etc.
29. What compromises are they making in their relationship?
Thank you for the ask! (And for sending the questions, too, very thoughtful!) 💖
12. How much independence do they prefer in a relationship?
Val isn't used to being dependent on anyone as the cousin who raised her was very hands-off and left her to her own devices, so she isn't used to sharing a life like that with anyone. The closest she got was the six months she lived with Jackie and Mamá Welles. But as time goes on and she adjusts to live on the road, she starts to adjust to being with Mitch most of the time, and she really takes comfort in it.
Mitch likes a nice balance between independence and alone time. Partners don't need to share everything, and being part of a nomad family makes it easier to get some needs filled elsewhere rather than relying on a partner to fulfill them all. (Not those kind of needs, Maslow's needs, jeez.)
15. What, for them, constitutes a level of intimacy that they would only rarely share with someone?
For Val, physical intimacy is easy—it's just pleasure—but emotional intimacy is hard. She's been on her own for most of her life, and while she has some friends, she doesn't have that many she feels comfortable sharing her inner turmoil with. She didn't pursue relationships after the fact with both Judy and River for this reason—she didn't want to burden either of them with her pain with everything else they were going through. With Mitch, she didn't expect the emotional intimacy, and even as it scares her she's starting to understand what she's been missing.
Mitch is similar. Physical intimacy is easy, but he's built up a lot of defenses to keep him safe emotionally. He has a facade of being an easy-going, fun guy because it's easier to be the one to comfort and help people. There's a lot of control that he would have to surrender to be emotionally intimate with a partner, and he really is hurting without Driss.
29. What compromises are they making in their relationship?
Val is learning to communicate her feelings and staying present when she wants to bolt. Mitch is getting better at receiving comfort; Driss wasn't like that, even though Mitch knew he cared, so being on the receiving end takes some getting used to.
He died, and his loved ones suddenly saw spaces; nothingness in his shape.
Now she's being told she can just - enter the next room, and he'll be there, for real this time. Just like that. Just that easy.
Could anyone blame her for not believing it?
There's a pause between them, and leave it to Vik to sense her apprehension, because he gathers himself to a stand and says, "I'll be right there with ya, okay?"
...Roxanne nods.
Allows him to herd her down the steps, a grounding touch to her upper back to remind her this isn't some sick, mean dream.
heart
(amazingly, this draft turned out WAY meaner than ‘mean’ did oops)
She's not a cruel person. No, maybe not a nice one - she's had her share of beheadings - but she's never sought out the most damage, never thirsted for torture, never been hateful with her hurting. It's always been meticulous. Constructive. Business. Everything is done with a purpose to it.
But, now, in this moment, feeling her heart hammer as Johnny chokes and kicks and struggles beneath her -
SHE'S NEVER HATED MORE IN HER ENTIRE LIFE.
What he just did to her, it fills the escaped agent's heart with something far uglier. Roxanne doesn't care if it's slow and painful, for slow and painfuls sake. She just wants to fucking hurt him -
mami
(THIS WAS REALLY HARD FOR SOME REASON?? i apparently default to ‘mamita, mamacita, jaina, and hermosa a lot)
At some point, mid-sip, she finds Jackie gently prying her drink from her. As Roxanne stares incredulous, he places it on the table, takes her hands in his, and begins guiding her. The song playing must be one that he likes, because he's dragging her to the center of the room with a goofy grin.
"Oh no," she laughs, pulling back in feign resistance. "I'm not waltzing with you, or whatever this is."
"It's not a real dance. Just sway with me a little, mami, come on."
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.”
