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"You two seem to be gettin' along alright," Cassidy says after V walks away. "What can I say?" Mitch answers with a shrug and a grin. "She laughs at all my jokes."

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Thinking about Val and Mitch getting married and taking serious emotional damage.

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One of the earliest pieces I ever commissioned was this one with Jackie's Arch. I'd always wanted to get a companion to it, a night time ride on Scorpion's bike.

Over the last couple of years, I was lucky enough to work with @okayolek several times (here, here, here), and when they opened commissions in the fall, I knew I wanted them to do it.

They delivered.

For background on the piece, it's set between the end of No One's Gonna Love You and the sequel I have dreams of writing. Val is dying and they're running out of hope for a cure.

Olek captured their emotions perfectly: love and hope and a hint of sorrow on Mitch's face; the hopelessness on Val's. And that's just them! The detail Driss's bike! The Badlands moon casting that gorgeous glow across the scene! Night City and the wind farms in the distance! Literally everything.

I'm sorry that I can't recommend that you comm them as they've retired. Olek was my first experience commissioning fanart and a joy to work with on every other occasion. Thank you for everything, Olek! 😭

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @morganlefaye79, @starsandskies, @therealnightcity, @merge-conflict and @ghostoffuturespast for WIP Whenever Wednesday; thanks, chooms! (Side note: I wanna make a nice banner like Morgan's [and Ghost's lol] expect that soon on another wip post lmaooo) Tagging with the usual disclaimers: @banukaihelpme @medtech-mara @glitchinginthegarden @theviridianbunny @genocidalfetus @neonbutchery @chevvy-yates @oranzuwu (and YOU, if you wanna share, and tag me!) to share something you're working on if you'd like!

The ADHD is strong with me these days, and I'm bouncing between several mods and several stories. 😅

Mod-wise, I'm currently working on refitting my underwear for the Gymfiend body. This mod is teaching me a lot of new stuff and I'm really geeking out about it. It's my first import; it's the first time I'm manipulating submeshes; and the first time I'm adding a decal texture to an item. I took a few steps back to look at how I was organizing the mesh itself and used some of my new knowledge to revamp things, and I'm really excited for how I've put it all together.

Tony and the seam I really would like to get rid of

Also I'm cleaning up a version of Scorpion for use with AMM so the poor boy can have a body.

From my Self-indulgent Second Shippy Saturday™️post

On the fic front, I'm dragging my feet on finishing edits for "Lover's Spit", the smut-that-grew-angsty prequel to the smut prompt Bunny submitted a few months ago, but here's a snippet:

She hasn't said anything yet, and that makes him nervous, even though he only gave her what she wanted. Once sated, she returns the canteen and settles against the whining bed frame. “How you feeling?” ”Good. Real good,“ she answers with a shy smile before looking down at her hands.  Mitch recognizes that look. She wants to say something but she hasn't figured out the words or thoughts, so he pulls her to his chest so she can think without being distracted by his attention. She goes quiet and he doesn't press her for anything further, just strokes along her back and her arm that wraps across his chest. Eventually she speaks.  ”Sometimes feel like I'm a walking corpse. That I'm already dead and my body hasn't figured it out yet.“ He listens, allows her to fall quiet again while he strokes her skin. ”Just needed to feel like I'm still alive.“ He presses a kiss to her forehead. He isn't sure what to say, or if she even wants him to say something. He feels like she needs more but he doesn't know what it is, so he continues to hold her and trace along her soft skin. 

I've also started something based on a prompt from Chevvy for the Panzerboys, so here's some really rough, unpolished stuff:

They never made anything official, despite Driss being the one to pursue Mitch so forcefully. Even after six months of it, Mitch doesn’t mind; he’d never been the jealous type. Driss’s other dalliances did not diminish his desire for Mitch, and he always came back. But this time when he returns frustrated from the outing, things are different. Driss finds his eyes across the campfire and gives a terse jerk of his head before turning on his heel and skulking off, like usual. Mitch likes to take his time and make him wait; loves to wind him and find him stalking the tent like a caged animal, where he will throw himself at Mitch as soon as the flap drops. Tonight he doesn’t however; keeps his back turned, though he glares over his shoulder and growls, “What the fuck took you so long?” Ignoring the outburst, Mitch chuckles under his breath and kicks off his shoes, then moves on to his harness. He stops when he realizes Driss isn’t following suit and instead paces facing away from him. He takes a step toward him, and Driss hesitates, turning halfway toward him, then folds his arms around himself and scowls. He’s stubborn on a good day and whatever's got him acting like this will be dug in deep.  “Gonna be like that, huh,” he muses as he continues to undress, first his jacket then starts on his pants.

Really wish I could tell younger Wash not to worry about running out of ideas. I've got too many.

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I've been dying since I took these last night using Veegee's new rings mod, and just today @ladykatie512 tagged me in a last line meme so GUESS WHAT YOU GET FLUFFY FLUFF (ISH) from another new WIP, help me please.

They walk back from the tent, hand in hand. She is oblivious to the way he stares at her, smitten, and he doesn’t mind. Sometimes it makes her self-conscious; whether it’s from her disease or other, older trauma he doesn’t know, but the last thing he wants at this moment is to cause her to retreat. She squeezes his hand as she pulls him along, his thumb caressing the smooth grooves of her mantis blades, until an unfamiliar sensation pulls his attention and he stares at their hands intertwined—the ring on her finger. The cool touch of metal against his thumb and forefinger provide physical evidence that she’s his, forever. He refuses to think about how long that is.

Tagging @glitchinginthegarden, @corphoe, @impishbiscuit, @chessalein, @elvenbeard, @vox-monstera, @banukaihelpme, and anyone else who sees and wants to share their writing!

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged like, a month ago by @ghostoffuturespast and finally getting around to posting something. It's smut so I'll put it behind the cut.

Tagging with zero pressure to share something you're working on: @impishbiscuit @rockerboyrepo @gloryride @banukaihelpme @fereldanwench @juststayquiete @vox-monstera, everyone else tagged in the post, and YOU READING THIS! Got something you want to share? Do it and tag me!

I've been working on a couple of PWP based on smutty prompts I posted in April, and while working on @theviridianbunny's I realized I needed to write a prequel. (Oh no, more PWP!) But it's perfect bc I've wanted to explore the rougher side of sex with Val and Mitch, so thank you, Bunny!

“Oh Val, you’re so beautiful on your knees. So good at this,” he murmurs, caressing the opposite cheek with his silicone fingers, enjoying the way her eyes flutter closed at his praise. He imagines how wet she is right now, and that only increases his desire for her.

She returns to her ministrations, her hands moving to his hips to guide him in and out as she bobs up and down. He allows her to set the pace, following her movements, always careful to exert self-control and keep things at her pace, but the way her fingers dig into his hips, the way she moves her mouth has got him revved up and it’s taking all of his restraint not to give in to his baser needs.

But she keeps going, her pace increasing as her hands on his hips move to his ass, kneading the muscles with her fingers, pulling him closer and faster and harder, and she looks up with him again, her green eyes huge while his thick cock slides between her beautiful lips, all the way in, over and over, and he can’t help it, his hips start to rock forward faster even as he tries to hold back.

She gags and chokes, the width of him making it hard to breathe, and he pulls back completely, pulls away from the warmth and wet of her perfect mouth, the layer of saliva coating his skin cooling instantly in the air, and his silicone hand tips her chin up to look at him. Tears stream down her face, her eyeliner starting to run with them, and he brushes his thumb along her cheek. 

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he murmurs, “got carried away.”

“Don’t,” she answers with a shake of her head, “’s what I want.” 

His eyebrows draw together as he frowns at her. He’s always tried to protect her, be gentle with her in all ways because she’s fragile, and he’s afraid that she can’t handle him. Driss was used to it, used to the aggressive physicality, and even initiated it. 

She leans in and takes him into her mouth once more.

“You sure?” He caresses her cheek with his flesh hand, both of his hands framing her face. She nods, eyes round as she looks up at him, mouth full of him. “You’ll tell me if it’s too much?”

She nods again, and takes him all the way. He throws his head back with a moan and his flesh hand threads through her hair and holds her against him, relishing the heat of her mouth and tongue. She holds onto him tightly, the nails digging slightly into the flesh of his ass as she pulls him against her. When she starts gagging he looks down and meets her eyes— her cheeks are stained black from the tears and makeup— but she stays where she is, and the eroticism of the scene makes him even harder.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Cyberpunk 2077 (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mitch Anderson/V (Cyberpunk 2077), Mitch Anderson (Cyberpunk 2077)/Original Female Character(s), Mitch Anderson (Cyberpunk 2077)/Original Character(s), Referenced Mitch Anderson/Scoprion Characters: V (Cyberpunk 2077), Mitch Anderson (Cyberpunk 2077) Additional Tags: Smut, Angst and Smut, Angst and Porn, Face-Fucking, Face-Sitting, Rough Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Established Relationship, Bisexual Male Character, Bisexual Female Character, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot Series: Part 6 of Into My Arms Summary:

Val is still dying, and she copes the only way she knows how, leaving Mitch to do all he can to support her.

So much love to @theviridianbunny for unintentionally inspiring this with a different smut prompt; don’t worry, that one is next. All my love to @banukaihelpme for the beta and for loving Mitch and Val more than anyone else besides me.

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Word Search Tag Game

Getting caught up on some old tags and I love the word search game! I was tagged by a few people in the last few months:

@morganlefaye79 - cake, occupied, outside, staring, heart @merge-conflict - gold, bright, laugh, impatient @chevvy-yates - gazing/gazed, rain, black, lovingly, phone

The fics I'm searching:

The Corpo!Val longfic

NOGLY sequel (which only has 500 words)

Corpo!Val PW(ithout)P based on "Spread your legs" prompt from DustyMagpie

Streetkid!Val PW(ith)P based on "Rough or gentle?" prompt from Bunny

Panzerboys PW(ithout)P based on a prompt from Chevvy

Considering the Corpo!Val longfic has 62K words and the others range from 500-3000, I imagine it will get most of the hits, but I'm hoping to spread the love!

Cake

From the unnamed Corpo!Val longfic:

He leans back against the counter and watches as she prepares the tea. She starts with water, dispensing it from the special faucet by the sink into the kettle then places the kettle on the electric burner. While the water heats she turns to the paper packages and he watches mesmerized as her golden fingers flip and sort through them. She settles on a variety and turns to him with a triumphant smile. She opens the packet and takes a whiff then offers her hand, holding it up toward his face. 

“Think you’ll like this one.” 

He hesitates then leans in and takes a deep breath. It smells floral with a faint sweetness, reminding him of a fancy cake his aunt made once for her birthday. He didn’t like it at the time and had complained about it, but she ignored him and happily ate his portion.

Occupied

From the unnamed Corpo!Val longfic:

The second floor overlooks the lower level, and the bedroom is no exception. His hand grasps the railing as he follows behind, the cool metal beneath his hand helping to ground him. The bed is unmade, and a few articles of clothing are strewn about—practically the only signs that the place is occupied. He wonders how much time she spends here, or if she lives in that bar of hers. She opens the locker at the foot of the bed and withdraws a folded sheet and a thin blanket, deposits them in his outstretched arms then grabs a pillow from the bed and places it on top.

Outside

From the unnamed SK oneshot from Bunny's prompt "Rough or gentle?":

Val watches out the window fascinated. She hadn’t been outside of Night City, much less California, before she joined the Aldecaldos, and the mountains are truly a new experience. She knows these aren’t even the big ones, that it’s just the tail end of the Rocky Mountains, but it’s still breathtaking. 

“Does it snow up here?”

“Sometimes. Not as often as it used to, of course, but it’s too early in the season now, at least down here. Doesn’t get going until late December.”

Staring

From the unnamed Corpo!Val longfic:

Val drops to the ground, stretching out her long legs and leaning back on the heels of her hands. Again he hesitates only a moment before joining her.

“Didn’t expect to be lying on grass staring up at the moon tonight.”

Val hums. “‘’S Night City. Anything can happen.”

Heart

From the unnamed Corpo!Val longfic:

“Shit, shit, fuck, I’m sorry, Mitch—” she sputters as she backpedals from the bathroom.

His heart pounds as he quickly lathers his hair and rinses, then kills the water and grabs his towel. He dries quickly, avoids looking at his reflection in the mirror as he dresses. 

Why should he be so bothered by her walking in on him? He's been showering around others for most of his life so why should this be any different? Between his head and stomach he doesn't have the energy for this now; something to keep his mind occupied on the drive home.

Gold

LMAO I really thought I would have more choices with this one, given Val's gold cyberware. I was wrong. From the unnamed Corpo!Val longfic, and part of the same scene with "cake":

“Normally I would prefer loose leaf but I do like this particular variety.”

“What’s the difference?” 

Her lips quirk up slightly, and she turns back to grab a glass jar, opening the lid and holding it out for his inspection. He takes the jar and holds it close, appreciating the depth of the aroma compared to the packet she’d offered previously. He can also see the tea leaves, long twisted and dried, each leaf worth more than its weight in gold.

Bright

From the unnamed SK oneshot from Bunny's prompt "Rough or gentle?":

Though the sun is bright outside, it’s dim in the cabin and she can barely make out the fixtures. It’s simple—a small kitchen with table; a couch and a screen; and bedroom and bathroom—but Val doesn’t need much more to be happy. Privacy is such a rare commodity these days that she will take whatever moments she can get with Mitch.

Laugh

Yes!! So glad I got to drop this one here! I love, love, love writing Carol and Cass. From the NOGLY sequel :

Mitch crosses his eyes and glares. “Nope, you’re not coming with us, can’t afford it.”

Panam glares back. “If you think I’m not going with you to save my best friend, you’re even stupider than I thought.”

"He's right," Cassidy chimes in across the table, and Carol on the end nods in agreement. "We can't risk losing you. Who's gonna take over if something happens to both of you? Us clowns?"

Carol laughs and smacks his arm. "Us clowns sounds like a satire band."

"We'd be just about as useless in an Us Cracks band as we would be running this family."

Impatient

From the unnamed Corpo!Val longfic:

“My aunt had ties to an Aldecaldo family and the rest is history.”

“And then you met Saul. From what you said, seems like he’s changed over the years.”

“But who hasn’t? I used to be hot-headed and impatient, but now?” He shrugs. “People change, sometimes for the better. Saul lost a lot of his tolerance for risk.”

Gazing/Gazed

Gotta admit, I was surprised by the results from this one. I use "gaze" (or "gazes") 36 times in the Corpo!Val fic, and 34 of those were as nouns. (0 times in the other fics, which I find astounding.) The two verb usages? They're both in the payoff. Here's a non-smutty one. From the unnamed Corpo!Val longfic:

Back in the bedroom she finds Mitch propped up against pillows, his hands linked behind his head. He watches with a smile as she returns and reaches for her as she sits on the bed beside him, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her over him, back to her side of the bed.

She giggles as she flails, then she settles into his arms and gazes up at him. She can feel the love pouring from his eyes and the warmth washes over her, enveloping her, as he caresses her cheek with his organic hand. Before she can think too much he leans down and presses his lips against hers and threads his hand through her hair.

Rain

From the unnamed SK oneshot from Bunny's prompt "Rough or gentle?":

She drains the cup and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand then grins. “Can’t believe people used to drink this from the tap.”

“Well, that was before the Red. Some places weren’t affected but most were because of the blood rains. Only been in the last twenty years that things have been cleaned up and well water is safe again.”

“Forget you lived through that.”

“You saying I’m old?” He narrows his eyes but his lips twitch with a repressed smirk.

“Do I gotta?”

“Gonna start callin’ you kid again, you don’t behave.”

Black

From the unnamed Corpo!Val longfic:

“I’ll email the full findings but the identities are solid and clean. Took the liberty of digging up some photos of your man Mitch. Cleaned him up and ran him through the deaging filter, slapped a suit on him. Not too shabby for an old Nomad.”

At that Nix turns to look at her and she steps into the office, joining him at the desk and peering over his shoulder. Young Mitch stares back—full head of mussed black hair, twinkling blue eyes, unlined and unscarred face. Handsome.

“Huh. Nice work."

Lovingly

Nothing! Clearly no love in my fics. 😂

Phone

TBH I'm surprised to find this one! I tend to use "agent" instead of phone, as that's the term from the TTRPG, but of course it was in the unnamed Corpo!Val longfic:

She grabs a large, woven bag she uses for outings like this, and loads it up with all the accessories a bored housewife at the beach would want—tablet, phone, sunglasses, water bottle. The door to Mitch’s room is closed when she emerges to the living room, so she proceeds to the elevator. 

The outdoor pool level is only a few floors beneath theirs and a quick elevator ride away. The sun blazes above the portico and she pulls on her shades before striding through the white deck chairs to an open one between the edge of the pool and the railing that provides little safety from the dizzying heights of the city.

Final Score

Corpo!Val longfic: 9 hits SK!Val "Rough or gentle" prompt: 3 hits NOGLY sequel: 1 hit Corpo!Val "Spread your legs" prompt: 0 hits Panzerboys prompt: 0 hits

13/14 words found!

Can't say I'm surprised that the Corpo!Val fic won. I'm sure I could have found the other words there as well, but like I said, I wanted to share the love amongst all my WIPs.

Tagging with zero pressure to play: @luvwich, @fly-amanitaa, @neon-pink-witch, @banukaihelpme, @impishbiscuit, @genocidalfetus, @medtech-mara, @themightiestpotato, @cinnamon-mey. Also retagging @chevvy-yates, @merge-conflict, and @morganlefaye79 to play again, as well as any other writer who wants to play! Tag me if you do!

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