[M4A] When An Edgerunner's Luck Runs Out

"Helloooooooo Night City, it is a chilly 45 degrees out on this fine winter evening, but it's not colder than the bodies lining the streets! We can thank our most recent cyberpyschotic gonk that decided to chrome up just a bit too much. Nothing our MaxTac can't 'fix' and our trauma teams can't...well...they couldn't fix things up this time. Make sure you pay for platinum, folks. In other news, Arasaka and Militech are going at it again. Tis the season and those two won't stop leaving each other presents. I've gotten news that one of Militech's most prized blueprints has been stolen, some nova chrome that would make Adam Smasher's Mr Studd leak oil. Arasaka is denying the allegations, as are some of the local factions. The thief's heist seems almost too good to be true, slipping in and out of a secure site like a ghost-"

The sound of the radio singing the thief's praises was cut short as the door to the safe room hissed open. Glowing red eyes dimming to an ocean blue as he cut himself off from the net. His hair was jet black, stopping short just above his ears. He gave once last, frantic glance behind him. No pursuers, not even sirens. He did not dare to turn on the lights in this dingy room, instead making his way towards the opposite end of the darkness, eyes glued to the outside. He had a perfect view of the Militech site he had just hit. They were on full lockdown, soldiers scanning the area with what might as well have been miniature suns. A small smirk formed underneath his half-mask, one that covered his mouth and nose. It resembled an Oni, adorned with a wide smirk and fangs. He removed the mask and placed it on the table next to the window, exhaling slowly. The shutters were drawn, and he was almost ready sit down and relax.

He realized his mistake too late. Oracle, the upstart, all knowing Oracle, made a move that would disappoint even a Tyger Claw. He felt the tension in the air before he could even react. His body reacted, monowire spooling from his wrist as he turned around, blues becoming a bright red that threatened to short circuit anything in his line of sight. Perhaps his guest wouldn't have expected him to move so quick, he still had a chance to come out of this situation clean. It would be as easy as popping their head like a pinata, and delta-ing out of here.

His thoughts stopped as his forehead pressed into the barrel of a revolver. The finger on the trigger pressing into it lightly, a few pounds of force being the difference between netrunning another day and becoming just another name on the mouths of the other runners. His hands instinctively went slack and his eyes dimmed. His pupils tried to adjust to the darkness, but he had no idea who had gotten the drop on him. He could only feel the cold steel pressing into his forehead, and feel the gaze of someone that was weighing their options. Instead he just decided to speak, maybe buy himself some time...or a way out.

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Hi there! I hoped my little starter was able to catch the gaze of a few of you. As you can see, I'm currently on a bit of a cyberpunk stint, and I'd love to dive back into the world of Night City. This time around I'm looking to play a fiery new Edgerunner that just got the score of a lifetime. His gig was textbook, in and out, but he now finds himself at a less than ideal situation.

Who is on the other side of the gun? Was it a corpo from Arasaka who set up this little heist from the shadows. Maybe it was a netrunner who was stalking me, and finally found a window to klep my score. Could it be one of Militech's own hired guns, that has had their eye on this little prize and now has the perfect piece of blackmail to get this edgerunner to do whatever she'd like. Or it could be a crew that has wanted me to join their ranks for awhile, and has finally found a way to speak to me alone, whether I like it or not. Friend of foe, I'm very open to hearing what you guys have in mind! Anything that could get the story moving along.

What you can expect from me is a descriptive writer that loves detail. I really love getting immersed in Night City. I'm super flexible and kinky, and I love ooc chatting. I do prefer discord, and I can write an upwards of 4 to 6 paragraphs per response but that can fluctuate with the scenario. Also, I love communication! I know that sometimes interest is lost, or a scene isn't working or the vibes just feel off, talk to me about it! Nothing stings more than an awesome story flatlining with no words.

For my kinks, they include but are not limited to noncon/dubcon, deepthroating, facefucking, Anal, painal, Oral, Rimjobs, Watersports, cumplay, lots of saliva, creampies, breeding, thighjobs, breathplay, facesitting, lactation, orgasm control/denial, precarious situations, DP, spanking, light pain, heavy pain, ass worship, rimming, spanking, fisting, exhibitionism, humiliation, vouyerism, orgasm torture, overstimulation...and a lot more! It's not an all encompassing list. Essentially, if it's not a limit, I'm into it. Speaking of, my limits are: scat, extreme gore, vore and some others I might be forgetting but then that means they aren't crazy important.

Shoot me a chat with details on your character, your kinks, limits, what their plan is for my edgerunner and any other fun information you'd like to add! I could be about this starter, or about the story in general. I'd love to chat about it! I'm a sucker for detail. Also let me know if you'd prefer to gm or would rather stick to collaboration.