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ghost n reader are sparring and they end up in awkward positions and simons always trying to pin her down so reader accidentally feels his hard on eventually leading to reader helping ghost out in the nearest room possible 🤭

A/N: what a beautiful idea anon! I like your way of thinking c: hope you enjoy it!! requests are always open <3

Sparring with Ghost is different than usual

warnings: profanity, dirty talk, unprotected p and v (wrap it before you tap it) man handling, derogatory names, and i think that’s it???

Being recruited into the 141 task force meant hours and hours of training. You were the crew's designated marksman, a sniper specialist that caused havoc in plain sight. You were great when it came to hand-to-hand combat but the crew was still hard on you about it. You were their little birdie that shit on people from the sky. Your size may be one of your disadvantages when it comes to hand-to-hand combat so being the smallest on the team there was some tough love when it came to training.

You often trained with the boys and got experience with the size difference in case an enemy crossed paths with you. Soap and Gaz would be the main two you sparred with. You'd train with them and learn their different techniques or signature moves. Most nights you'd spar with Soap, he was often gentle at times with you, which a certain someone made clear almost every time.

"She's never gonna learn with you foolin' about like that." Ghost grumbled as he watched the two of you spar. That particular day was a bit less serious, you and Soap sharing little giggles and lingering touches that seemed to only make Ghost grumpy.

"Loosen up L.t, we're just havin' a bit of fun." Soap would chuckle with a little smirk, standing up from the sparring mat to get a drink of water, you following up after him. Dusting your hands on your thighs you laughed with Soap breathlessly as you looked at your Lieutenant.

"I don't think Ghost does fun, Johnny." you'd tease, eyeing him with a certain glint in your eye. If your face wasn't already flushed, everyone would see you blushing like a fool from your lieutenant's harsh stare. His baby blue eyes contrasted with his dark and stoic demeanor as he gave his pointers on how you were improving. Most of his comments were harsh, and very little praise was given. When Price would watch over your matches he'd always pat you on the back, a gentle smile, with sweet praise that warmed your heart. Something like, "You've been doing well, Soldier. Keep up the good work." What can you say? You were a people pleaser, those words encouraged you and made you giddy all the same.

You'd often wish for those words to leave Ghost's mouth. Deep inside your heart, you yearned for his affection. You'd take anything, even if he criticized your sloppy form. It would be worth it just to hear that rough accented voice fill your ears.

It was just like any other day, ready for more combat practice, You made your way to the gym that was on base. Wearing your usual sports bra and spandex, hair braided back neatly, you walked inside the gym humming to yourself. You halted, where was Soap?

Ghost was sitting on one of the benches, black gym shorts and a hoodie on. Of course, with his balaclava. His posture perking up as you walked through the door. He could see the confusion on your face which prompted him to speak first.

“Soap said he thinks he might of sprained something last session. So it’s just us today, sergeant.”

Shit.

You and Ghost had never sparred once with each other. He’d only watch, sometimes he would go behind you, maneuvering your body to perfect your form but he never stepped out on the mat with you. You never understood why but Soap would tell you it’s because Ghost doesn’t hold back. He’s vicious, mean, dirty, and outright dangerous when it comes to combat in the field and off. You felt butterflies in your stomach. You weren’t sure if it was because you were scared shitless or because you were alone with the man you fancied.

“Copy that, L.t.” You simply said, walking over to where he stood as you sent your gym bag down. It was quiet at first which was to be expected. The two of you were stretching for a bit before he made his way onto the sparring mat. Here we go.

“Alright, sergeant. Let’s get to work.”

You were nervous. Why wouldn’t you be? Ghost was fucking huge compared to you. He always intimidated you, he was your lieutenant, you wanted to impress him. You tried to channel your nerves away, change it into anger, it helped you. You thought of what Soap said about Ghost not wanting to spar with you and you felt something rise within’ you. You can do this. Don’t think just do.

“Don’t go easy on me, L.t. Im not made of glass.” You said, squaring your body towards him, trying to remember everything you learned, perfect your form.

“Wasn’t planning on it, love.”

And with that you lunged towards him. Going straight to his pressure points, he was a big man, have to throw him off somehow. This failed quickly as he swiftly pushed your arms away, the force moving you off balance which allowed him to sweep you off your feet. You grunted, body slamming right into the mat, but you recovered moving onto your back, ready to get back on your feet. Sadly, you were quick enough, Ghosts large body slotting between your legs, one of his hands pushing down on your sternum, trapping you.

You groaned in annoyance as you tried wriggling out of this position but you failed. His body was weighing you down, his other hand gripping one of your wrists and placing it above your head. Your chest heaved, still trying to wriggle out of this situation, something inside you started to simmer lowly. Ghost leaned in close, head tilting as he looked at you.

“Too easy, sergeant. You’re already dead. Gotta be quick on ya feet. Look at you. It’s pathetic.” He was mocking you, a small chuckle leaving his lips at your annoyed expression. He pushed up off of you, muttering a low ‘again’, as he got into position. You stood up, shaking your aching body out, rolling your neck back and forth before getting into position. His insults didn’t hurt but spurred you on.

“Shut. Up.” You hissed, jumping towards him once more, ready to clock him in his dumb handsome face but he blocked your move. Swiftly breaking your arms away and pushing against your chest, your feet stuttered back as you let out a small huff from the impact. You were stunned a bit by this move trying to catch your breath but that was your mistake. You were being too slow or maybe Ghost was just too fucking quick. He had knocked you down somehow, face first into the mat, arms twisted roughly behind your back. Fuck, he was pressed so close. Your mind was fogging up, you felt hazy just from his touch. Focus. God, you can't focus.

"Is that any way to speak to your superior?" He grunted out, pressing himself further into you, your face pressed harshly into the mat. You wriggled about, trying to escape from his grasp but it seemed futile. One of his hands moved to grip your head, leaning forward as he laughed at your struggle. Why did your body feel so hot? What is happening? This wasn't like your normal sparring sessions, something was different.

"Fu- Fuck. You." You breathed out, and a strangled moan of desperation to break free left your lips. He was just too big, too fucking strong.

"Yeah? This is what happens when you fuck around. Our Johnny boy was being too soft on you, wasn't he? You're practically at my disposal. Imagine if this was someone who wouldn't think twice about killing you." He hissed his words at you, his hot breath fanning across your flushed face. He was right and you hated it. He finally let go of you, stepping away from you, muttering 'again'. Your chest heaved, you were out of breath. You slowly collect yourself from the ground, wiping the hair away from yourself as you reposition yourself in your fighting stance. He looked at you with a shake of his head.

"What? Anything else to say? You've been a fucking chatterbox.." you trailed off with furrowed brows of annoyance. You weren't sure why you were so frustrated. Maybe, it's because you wanted him to keep you pinned there, 'at his disposal'.

He walked over to you and stood behind you.

"Forms all wrong. You'd remember you're talking to your lieutenant with that tone. Fix the fucking attitude." Which prompted you to roll your eyes, muttering a 'yes sir' before your breath hitched in your throat.

"Here. Just like that." He said as his hands gripped your shoulders straightening them out. Then they trailed down your body, unbelievably slow as they got to your hips. twisting them into a better stance which made you stumble back into him. You cleared your throat, your body felt like it was burning, you turned your head to look at him, his eyes already on you.

"Keep those eyes forward, sergeant." You obeyed, trying to keep your stance strong as he maneuvered you in a way he saw fit. He was so close, you could feel his chest against your back, you could feel his...

Wait.

"Ghost, do you have your gun holstered?" Your voice was small, in the quiet space, just the soft breathing of the two of you could be heard. It was quiet for too long, his hands still holding onto your hips, they seemed to tighten their hold on you.

"Ghost?" You questioned again, going to turn to look at him only for his hand to shoot up and grip the nape of your neck, pushing your face forward once more. Which resulted in you gasping out loud, your hands falling down behind you, gripping the sides of his hoodie to steady yourself.

"Didn't I say to keep those eyes forward, sergeant?"

"Yes, yes sir." You whispered out into the thin air. Breathing in deeply as you felt him now shamelessly press into your backside. A strangled whimper caught in the back of your throat from the feeling. This one moment just confirmed all the tension that you felt every time you were near him. All that pent-up emotion was being released at this moment, you knew it and so did he. You pressed your ass back into him, a wanting whine leaving your lips. His breath hitched, his grip on you was so tight he could break you in two. A small laugh leaving him.

"You want this, darling?" The hand on your neck loosened it and letting it fall back to your hip, your head fell back against his chest. Your chest rises and falls heavily. That warm tingle between your thighs gets stronger and stronger as minutes pass. You nodded frantically.

"Please, please do something.." you whined.

He chuckled deeply before pushing you down onto the mat. Your hands flew forwards bracing yourself so you wouldn't fall face-first into the ground. One of his hands pressed into your back, forcing you down anyways, ass up high in the air for him.

"You were so being difficult earlier, baby... But look at you now, nothing to say, hm? You wanted this all along didn't you? I felt the way you wiggled your ass into me every time I pinned you down. Just. Like. This." He emphasized his words as he thrust into your ass, pressing his hard-on close, practically dry-humping you. You could barely muster any words, feeling hazy around, needy out of your mind.

"Because.. because you were being an asshole."

"Oh, was I? You poor little thing." His tone dripping with sarcasm. His other hand went towards his mask, lifting it up to the bridge of his nose, allowing him to lean down and press open-mouthed kisses to your neck. You gasped, his lips felt so soft, and although his words were harsh his kisses were gentle and precise. He hummed as he tasted you, trailing all the way down the middle of your back. You pushed your ass back into him once more needing some sort of friction. His groans from the action was like music to your ears.

"Fuuck, such a needy little slut. Don't worry, I'll take good fucking care of you."

"Just for you, Si--Simon." You whimpered out, turning your head to look at him. Big doe eyes pleading for him to hurry up and touch you where you needed him most. The use of his name made something inside of him snap. The way it rolled off your tongue was so sickly sweet. The way it warmed his cold heart. One hand pressing on the small of your back and the other wasting no time and pulling your shorts down your thighs. Your ass is on full display for him now, his hand going between your thighs to cup your cunt. You whined out, your thighs clenching around his hand.

"No, no. Be a good girl for me, yeah?" He whispered, his fingers teasing your clit, giving you soft circular motions. Your thighs were already shaking, trying to will yourself not to clamp down on his hand again. You haven't been touched like this in ages with work and all. Your body was so sensitive to everything Ghost was doing.

“Fuck, you’re dripping..” His fingers rubbing your clit softly, a finger now entering you slowly. A gruntled gasp left your lips from the feeling as he started pumping in and out of you. Your juices were dripping down his hand making such a mess of it. You whined as he added another, your eyes fluttering closed which earned you a tsk from Ghost.

“Keep those eyes on me, baby. Want you to see who’s making you feel so fucking good right now.” His lips curling up into a smirk, the sight making you clench around his fingers. God, the little scars that you could see only made you want to kiss them gently, you wanted to kiss him so bad.

“Understood, sergeant?” He questioned when you didn’t comply, your eyes fluttering still from the feeling, but he stopped his movements as he waited for you to obey his command. You whined as you felt him pull out of you. The dull ache inside you was there again as you clenched on nothing.

“Yes, sir. Just please— please.” You couldn’t even give him a coherent response. Already dumb for him. Your thoughts just filled with the man behind you with a shit eating grin on that handsome face.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.”

He swiftly flipped you over, pulling the rest of your bottoms off as he slowly pressed himself between your legs. Now you had now choice but to look at the man above you. You weren’t complaining though. He pulled his gym shorts down, his cock springing free. He sighed as stroked his cock a few times, your juices spreading across his length from the hand that he used on you before. One of his hands grasped your hip as he lined himself up, the tip of his cock teasingly pressing up and down your folds.

“Look so pretty right now…” His words almost a whisper like he was saying it more to himself than to you. Then he pressed into you, thrusting all the inside. You moaned loudly, throwing your head back from feeling so full. He started thrusting, not giving you any time to adjust to his size.

“Fuck, you’re so big..” You whimpered out, your hands outstretched forwards wanting to hold him, needing something to latch onto. He pressed one of his hands beside your head leaning over you, grinding into you slowly. He groaned as you clenched down on him hard. You hands instantly wrapped around to his back, slithering under his hoodie, next time you’re definitely gonna scold him for not stripping himself entirely of his clothes. For now, this would do because he was fucking you so well that you saw stars.

“Yeah, baby? You feel so good. Like you were made for me.” He grunted out as he started pistening inside you, making you whimper from the pace. The way he filled you to the brim made your stomach curl in way that you knew was bringing you to that familiar edge. He leaned down, giving you neck and collarbones open mouthed kisses that made your head spin.

“‘M gonna— ‘m gonna, hmf!” you moaned out, a babbling mess as he continued his assault on you. Your head was thrown back, your body arched into him, breasts flush with his chest.

“You want to cum, don’t you? Fucking hell— I feel you clenching down on me so fucking hard.” He snarled into your neck, giving it a small nip, which made you whimper out in bliss. You could only nod from his dirty words, eyes half lidded, cockdrunk.

You knew he was close too because his thrusting became sloppier as he was nearing the end. Your shaky hands went and grasped his face bringing it to yours for a rough kiss, nipping his bottom lip, a groan leaving his mouth.

“Cum with me, please, please cum inside me..” you whimpered, your arm going over you face to hide your flushed expression. Why were you embarrassed by the confession? Ghost was 9 inches deep inside you right now. He tsked grabbing that arm and pinning it above your head.

“Yeah? Want me to breed you? Gotta see that pretty face when I do it.” He grinned, his hips thrusting into your faster and harder now, one hand going to your clit to rub circles against it. You squealed from the feeling, it was almost overpowering, taking over your whole body when soon you whimpered out a small, ‘si!’ as you came all over his cock.

“Thaaats my good fucking girl. Creaming my cock, hm? God. You’re so fucking pretty like this. All mine to use. Fuck—“ he groaned, still circling his hips into you as your body laid limp in his hold, shaking a bit from the overstimulating feeling.

“Fuuckin’—“ hard thrust, “Hellll.” One more hard thrust before he emptied himself inside you. He moaned against your neck, as he leaned over your body, panting. You giggled, hands running up and down his back. He rolled over with a deep sigh, both of you laying there out of breath. Your moans were pretty but the sound of your laugh was the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard.

“You were right, L.t.” You said with more little giggles, making his head turn towards you with a lopsided grin. His elbow nudging your side, with a small laugh of his own.

“Right about what, sergeant?” He replied, his voice rough and hoarse, the sound warmed your hearth.

“You didn’t go easy on me— actually went pretty hard on me.” You laughed again, turning over to get a good look at him. Seeing him smile made this night all the more perfect.

“You’re an idiot.” He grumbled out with a grin.

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The next morning the two of you were already in the gym when Soap walked in. It would have seemed like a normal day to Soap but he noticed something. Ghost had been more talkative during this session, even to go as far as offering to spar which was not normal at all. He also noticed how the two of you gave each other lingering stares and even lingering touches. You almost giggled at everything the man was saying.

When the three of you took a break to catch your breathes, Soap raised a brow as you offered some of your water to Ghost. A bashful smile on your face, a rosy cheeks as he took it from you, giving you a small pat on the head.

“What the fuck did I miss?” The scot asked which in turn you and Ghost whipped your heads around in union.

“Nothing that concerns you, Johnny.” Ghost grumbled, which made you giggled more. Mouthing, ‘I’ll tell you later’ to Soap with a wink.

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asskickedbygirl · 1 year

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I have no idea if requests are open but… perhaps a sub!Knoxville for the New Year?? Love your writing 😍

In Charge

[Johnny Knoxville x F!Reader]

Desc: Johnny has been trailing you around at work all day, desperate for your touch. You deal with him when you finally get home

A/n: Sorry for being so late... anyways my return fic its been like what? two weeks? Also ty anon! happy very belated new year to you too!

Warnings: smut (18+), p in v, edging, oral (F!Receiving) , sub/dom dynamics

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“I need you” Johnny whispered in your ear, taking your hand and bringing it down to feel his crotch before you tore it away.

“I’m working PJ.” You placed your headset back over your ears, pretending you had something so much more important do to, stomping off to find Jeff.

Sure you could’ve taken a quick break to help your boyfriend out but what was the fun in that when you could see him all whiny and desperate for your touch for the whole day? Every time he spotted you alone, scanning over your clipboard and talking to various crew members about production issues he’d hobble over like a lost puppy, pleading with you to suck him off or to let him fuck you in his trailer. It was like when he got horny he turned into a whimpering mess, like a teenager who hadn’t jerked off in weeks. Despite his compulsive pleading you’d never give in, only working him up until you could deal with him when you got home.

“PJ if you don't stop coming over here and begging me to fuck you you’re getting nothing when we get back. Do you understand?”

Johnny looked down at his shoes shamefully.

“I’m harder than Portland cement sweetheart. What am I meant to do?”

You looked around to make sure no one was paying you mind before tugging Johnny’s chin up to face you, angry look in your eyes.

“Don’t come til I can deal with you then, since you want me so bad.”

Johnny groaned, realising he really had pulled the short end of the straw but you were off again before he could verbally protest/throw a toddler-like tantrum. Sex with you made him eager for it whenever he possibly could, something that became a blessing and a curse.

It was a long day of shooting after that ultimatum, Johnny screwing up the simplest lines when his mind was clouded, whether his hard-on had subsided or not. You revelled in watching him get all flustered and frustrated, knowing it was your doing though the cast and crew were not too thrilled about the extra time spent reshooting over and over.

Eventually the end of the day came and Johnny practically ran three red lights trying to beat the traffic, his grip on the wheel tightening as he shot you nervous side glances, trying to determine what he was in for. Your expression remained stone cold, eyes fixed on the road ahead, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

Once you arrived at the house and made your way to your bedroom, you instructed Johnny to sit on the bed as you sat on the armchair in the corner, crossing one leg over the other.

“Aren’t you gonna come over here?” He asked, brows knitting together in desperation.

“Take your clothes off.” is all you responded with, leaning back and getting comfortable while your boyfriend stripped off until he was completely bare, appearing a little abashed.

“Am I the only one getting naked tonight?”

You bit back a grin.

“Maybe later, have to see if you’re good first.”

Johnny sighed, leaning back on his arms as he awaited your input.

“You can touch yourself.”

His brow quirked before he spat on his hand and reached down to pump his already hardening cock slowly, eyes locking into yours with deep-set lust. You admired him as he pleasured himself, thumb swiping over his tip just how you would.

“Wish it was your hand. Or your tongue.” He spoke lowly, never ceasing eye contact.

“Too bad you were nagging me all day. Maybe if you weren't so desperate it would be me making you feel good.”

Johnny shook his head at your snarky reply, hand beginning to pick its pace up.

“So what's the punishment here, I jerk off in front of you while you squeeze your thighs together?”

Nothing slipped past that man. You rolled your eyes, hands finding themselves tugging your shirt off, your bra remaining on.

“Well that's something to work with.” Johnny bit his lip, jacking off even quicker at the sight of you a little less clothed.

You could tell by the way his breath hitched and the pumps became erratic that he was close.

“Don’t come.”

“What?” Johnny croaked out, panting.

“I said.” You leaned forward and reached around your back, unclasping your bra and letting it fall off your chest,

“Don't come.”

Johnny’s face fell as soon as he realised what you meant.

He let out an exasperated sigh as he worked himself to the edge before pulling his hand away, squeezing his eyes tightly while feeling the orgasm die away.

“Good boy.”

“Don’t.”

You giggled, that was never a nickname Johnny appreciated.

“You’re such a bitch you know that?”

“Awww but you love me.” You fake pouted.

Johnny rolled his eyes, leaning back on his arms.

“I’d love you a little more if you’d help me out.” He nodded down to his erection, red and angry, a pleading look in his eye. You smirked before unbuttoning your pants and shimmying them off, Johnny catching an excited grin. He bit his lip and appeared as smug as ever as your pants were discarded, you leaning back into your chair.

“Go again.”

Johnny’s face dropped once more

“You’re fucking with me doll.”

You smiled, shaking your head as your boyfriend groaned, returning his hand to his cock.

“See you’d do anything I’d tell you wouldn’t you?”

Johnny angled his hips upward and let his mouth hang open a bit, eyes never leaving yours.

“Anything.” He murmured, shaking his head.

You reached your hand down to rub yourself over your clothed clit, Johnny’s eyes flicking immediately down to examine your movements. He released a strained moan as he got himself closer to the edge for the second time, your display offering a helping hand.

“Don’t come.”

Johnny rolled his eyes, his hand not ceasing.

“I know the drill baby.”

Your fingers moved faster to match Johnny’s, your orgasm looming over you. Eventually the both of you almost made it, about to tip over but promptly removed your hands and fingers as soon as the other did. Matched noises of annoyance were heard followed by synced pants. Johnny looked over to you, his eyes dripping with pure lust.

“You gonna let me touch you now?”

You bit back a grin, nodding him over as your eyes hung low. He pushed himself off the bed and walked over to you, tall body looming. He bent down and kissed you, your lips locking together before he sleazily slipped his tongue in. As you sloppily made out you began pushing his shoulders down, urging him to get on his knees which he complied in doing. You pulled away from each other, Johnny’s hands now rubbing the sides of your thighs, fingers looping under the band of your panties.

“If you do a good job I’ll fuck you.”

Johnny slipped your underwear off of you.

“I always do a good job.”

You pulled his head up from his hair to stop him from diving in.

“Don’t be so cocky or you won’t come today.”

Johnny sighed.

“Yes ma’am.”

Light kisses were littered along your inner thighs, little kitten licks added to some before he was at your heat, glancing up at you as he latched onto your clit, sucking softly. You bit your lip as your breathing increased, fingers dragging through Johnny's scalp. His mouth moved down to your entrance, adding more tongue while his nose pressed against your clit.

“You’re already soaking.” He murmured into you, the hot breath adding even more pleasure.

Your hips bucked forward into Johnny’s face the faster his tongue moved, fingers beginning to sneak up, rubbing through your folds. You continued your steady strings of moans as a finger pushed into you, Johnny’s lips latching back onto your clit to suck. You tugged his hair as he added another finger, moving them in and out as fast as he sucked.

“Fuck baby.” You threw your head back, Johnny's eyes flicking up to look at your expression, smiling smugly against your heat.

His cycle of fingers and tongue quickened until you were worked to the very edge, your eyes shut tightly as you focused on coming on your boyfriend’s fingers. You released with a load moan, hips involuntarily bucking forward against Johnny as you did so. Johnny’s fingers continued for a moment before slowing to a stop, letting your clit go with a pop and removing his soaking digits.

You bit your lip as you looked down at your boyfriend, taking his wrist in your hand and moving his fingers towards his lips, pushing them into his mouth so he could taste you. His drooping eyes were locked into yours as he sucked them dry, whimpering quietly. After you figured he’d had enough you pulled his fingers away from him, instead swiping the spit that coated his soft lips around them with your thumb and leaning down to kiss him. You kissed for a few seconds before standing up, pushing Johnny to his feet as well before shoving him back down to sit down on the armchair, straddling him as his eyes glimmered with glee.

“Fucking finally.” He whispered, smiling smugly as you sat yourself down just in front of his cock.

You extended your hand wordlessly, Johnny catching the memo and promptly spitting on your hand, allowing for you to pump his rock hard length for a few moments. Johnny bit back the moan that was brewing in his throat, head pushing against the back of the chair trying to suppress his pleasure.

“I think you made me wait too long. I’m gonna come in T-5 seconds.” Johnny moved your hand away to stop you bringing him any closer to the edge that was already so near.

“You can take it.”

You pushed yourself up onto your knees and positioned Johnny’s cock so it was right at your entrance, tracing it through your folds for a moment before sinking down, earning a moan from both parties.

Johnny’s hands on your waist tightened, head lulling forward onto your tits as he braced himself, the feeling of your cunt too orgasm-inducing to bear.

“It’s always like it’s the first time with you.” He laughed, eyes shutting tightly.

You pulled Johnny up from his hair, forcing him to look up at you.

“It’s alright, we all gotta lose our virginity at some point.”

Johnny scoffed, rolling his eyes as you laughed.

“Would a virgin eat pussy like that?” He kissed your nipple as he stared up at you before you sunk down again, building a slow rhythm.

“Stop being so cocky. Who’s in charge here?”

You furrowed your brows as you quickened your pace in an effort to derail Johnny's snappy comments even if they turned you on. Your means were successful as Johnny’s eyes shut once again, mouth falling slightly agape.

“I said-”

You moved forward to whisper into his ear, grinding against him while fully bottomed out.

“Who’s in charge here?” You uttered, hot breath sending shivers down Johnny’s spine causing him to let out a low groan.

“You.” He croaked out, voice strained from pleasure.

You hummed in approval, kissing the shell of his ear as you switched back to bouncing on his cock, the change of speed forcing Johnny’s eyes shut. You revelled in the sensation of being filled up as well as your boyfriend’s contorted expression. The closer you came to coming, the tighter you squeezed your cunt, eliciting a desperate moan from Johnny.

“Fuck I’m gonna come doll.”

You kept up your bouncing even when the squeeze of Johnny’s fingers into the skin of your waist was a sign to how close he really was.

“Hold on for another minute baby, I’m close too.”

You pushed the hair off of Johnny’s forehead as he released a disappointed whimper. Having already been edged that night he was not looking forward to waiting any longer. Lucky for him, the feeling of his tip pressing into your g spot was hurtling you towards your orgasm, your hands digging into Johnny’s neck and increased moans giving a warning. The band in your stomach finally snapped, Johnny having to buck his hips up into you to chase his own impending orgasm. As you convulsed, the after effects of your big finish washing over you, Johnny came inside of you, the groan he let out being long and much needed. He held your hips down, not letting go as you felt him paint your insides, coming for at least ten seconds.

“Jesus that was a big load.” You smirked, Johnny burying his head into your chest.

“Fuck off.” He mumbled.

After a minute of silence you got off of your boyfriend’s lap, trailing off into the bathroom to clean yourself up, leaving him to lay fucked out on the armchair.

“You know when you're following me around and begging me to fuck you in future, it won't end like this.” You called out, a hint of sarcasm in your words.

“I know.”

Johnny sighed, moving himself from the chair to planting his stomach flat on the bed, bare ass out in the open. You laughed as you re-emerged.

“You know it’s only like seven o’ clock right?”

“G’night.”

End.

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ambrozjas · 3 months

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Hi, I love you writing sm! i was wondering if you can do johnny cade or ponyboy where they're dating reader but English isn't reader first language so they struggle with communicating or have a hard time understanding! It's fine if you don't want to do this, I understand! <3

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ponyboy curtis x foreign!reader

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i hope you don’t mind i turned it into a more so ponyboy teaching reader how to speak/read english !! this request was v cute though, thank you ^_^

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none

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354 words, ~2000 characters

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“y’see, this right here, is ‘violet’. can you say that f’me?” ponyboy pointed at the word in his book. he didn’t mind teaching you how to learn english, maybe you could even teach him your language too, he thought.

“fffff..” you tried to no avail. english was just so complicated. the difficult grammar and alternate spellings, you thought it was basically impossible.

ponyboy made a ‘v’ sound with his mouth, trying his best to get you to mimic him. “your front teeth go on your bottom lip.”

you did what he asked and looked up at him, waiting for further instruction. “yeah, jus’ like that, ‘s kinda like an f sound but jus’ more pressure.” he made a vuh sound to further demonstrate.

“..v-uh?” you repeated and ponyboy immediately nodded his head. “vuh-i-oh-lit.” he said, he knew you were on the right track, he just had to get you to the end.

“vi-oh-let?” you said, your lips contorting into a small grin when you realized you had gotten it right. ponyboy smiled at you before he heard your mother call you from inside the house.

“well, we can pick it up next time, yeah?” he said, gathering his book and lifting himself off your front steps, the hot pavement from the tulsa heat slightly reddening his hand.

“yeah..” you said meekly, just in case you had gotten one of the syllables wrong.

an awkward pause came between you two, before your mother called for you again.

“well, i’ll see y’a.”

“pony!” you shouted, you just had to say something else. you wished this process would come faster, that english would just fall naturally off your tongue and your accent wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb.

ponyboy turned around, book under his arm and one foot in front of the other.

“thank you, pony.” you mentally fist bumped yourself as you managed to formulate a sentence without help. all pony did was sheepishly smile, and give you a small wave before he was headed off, presumably to his house or the lot.

yeah, learning english was hard, you thought, but ponyboy made it fun.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ i literally love writing for ponyboy 😭 also, yes i see those requests in my inbox and im on my way to posting them ! just give me time guys, they’re all v lovely reqs :)

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

#the outsiders x reader #the outsiders #x reader #fanfiction #greasers #ponyboy curtis x reader #ponyboy blurb #ponyboy x reader #ponyboy michael curtis #the outsiders ponyboy #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy imagine #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders 1983 #my lil awkward meow meow #i heart ponyboy #ambrozjas #kiss kiss

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trevorite · 2 months

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I just Wish.

[Now Normally I don't write fan fiction because I struggle with Writing but I did this as a practice so I can get better :D] [Ps: This ain't happy fan fiction Sob]

The rain fell making a soft pitter patter as it hit the roof of the Villa. Kerry was fast asleep and all cuddled up to his pillow, sleeping in just his underwear as he always did. Meanwhile Vincent was outside sitting down in one of the sun loungers that were near Kerry’s lake-like pool. He had a bottle of whiskey in one hand, and a cigarette between the fingers of his other hand. It may have been raining but V didn’t care, he just… needed some time to think. It felt like just yesterday everything happened… felt like just yesterday him and Jackie were having fun doing gigs, making fun of each other, and fucking around just being gonks together. That just yesterday he had gone out and done the horrid heist at Konpeki Plaza with Jackie and T-bug.. and had lost both of them. And that just yesterday Dexter Deshawn had put a bullet into his head, and he woke up with a terrorist named Johnny fucking Silverhand Yelling at him for a smoke. Truthfully that had only been a few months ago, but it all was still so vivid. The memories kept replaying in V’s head, and every time they did he felt more and more guilty. Didn’t help that he was also dying, getting worse by the day. Finding a way to save both him and Johnny seemed impossible at this point, but he wasn’t going to just give up, not just yet. V sat up for a moment, setting the bottle of whiskey down as he took off his jacket. “Johnny?” he called out, waiting for a response. Of course the one time he wanted to talk to Johnny he was busy doing who knows what. V sighed, as he leaned back again. He had been feeling a bit down lately, and he couldn’t figure out why.. yeah he knew one of the reasons was because he was dying, but he just didn’t understand what else was making him so down. I mean he had everything he could dream of currently, a pretty and kind lover, a body that he felt comfortable in, fuck he had even been staying in a nice home with the man of his dreams. “Damn it Vincent… everything has been going pretty great, you’ve even got some leads on how to bring back Johnny, stop being such a depressed gonk,” V muttered to himself. He took a long drag of his cigarette, now pressing the cigarette against his arm to put it out. Then he grabbed the bottle of whiskey leaning back in the lounger, taking a sip of the drink… before just closing his eyes. The rain kept falling from the sky, and at this point V was soaking wet, but he didn’t care, he loved the rain. He took this time to just think about everything, and why he had been so down lately. A few hours passed, which had only seemed like a few minutes to V.. but he had slowly started realizing why he had been feeling the way he had been. Just 2 months ago Kerry had all the time in the world to hang out with him but ever since Kerry had started making music with the Us Cracks and working on his new album they had started hanging out less. “Oh I can’t be upset with that, he’s happy, and that’s all that matters,” he spoke to himself, now softly sighing, before thinking about it more. I keep waking up to nothing. I used to wake up with Kerry right next to me, all snuggled up, but now I wake up in the morning and he’s already up, already doing something else. He’s often busy now as well, we rarely talk. Lately, I’ve only seen him in the morning playing guitar on the couch or at dinner. Working towards finding a cure has also made it hard to see or talk to him but I’ve been trying to make time. But it seems every time I am able to get some time off to just hang out with him, he’s busy. I just want things to work out in the end… but I don’t even know if Kerry has noticed that I’ve been getting worse. I can barely eat, feel sick every time I try to, and I’m getting weaker by the day. I’ve been having more frequent seizures, and barely can recover from them…

Vincent had got so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even realize that he had started crying, or that Johnny had appeared next to him. “Ay, kiddo I promise you things are going to work out, even if I have to get wiped,” Johnny stated as he looked down at V. “I’m not letting that fucking happen Johnny, and you know that, and you know how bad things have been getting…,” he now looked up at Johnny, “I just need you to promise me something okay fuckface?”

“Alright kiddo, have no idea what you need me to promise you, but I promise,” Johnny laughed softly, sitting down on the side of the lounge chair. “If I don’t wake up one morning and you wake up in my body… I want you to take care of Kerry for me, help him get over my death..” V looked off to the side before looking back at Johnny, “Just be there for him, make him happy… got it..?” He now closed his eyes again, yawning.

Johnny sat in silence for a moment before speaking, “Alright, got it.” Johnny said softly, running his hand through V’s hair. “I just wish we both could live, that’s all I want Johnny, for us to live and both be happy,” V stated softly, before drifting off to sleep.

#cyberpunk 2077 #trevorite #male v #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk vincent #cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 fanfic #cyberpunk fanfic #kerry eurodyne x v #male v x kerry #cyberpunk kerry #johnny silverhand #fanfic #sad fanfiction

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mrs-mactavish · 1 year

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From the prompt list, how about #31 “shut that mouth of yours before i shut it for you” for Soap?

Let's get spicy 🌶😈🧼

MAN ON THE SCREEN

a/n: I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING!! sixth form has hit me like a truck and i have work which is the length of both my arms 🧍‍♀️ i’ll be back on track and i’ve already made around 10 plans for future fics which will be coming soon!! i’m in the process of actually writing in detail for 4 of them which include another Soap (angst but i’m adding 3 alternate endings which you can choose from), pure fluff for Valeria, fluffy Ghost and a cute Gaz fic 🤭 ANYWAY please enjoy this attempt of smut, i tried my best <3

(HE’S HONESTLY ADORABLE!!)

summary: Johnny is mostly a soft caring lover but after commenting on one particular man a little too much, he reminds you exactly who you belong to

contains: handjob (slight), jealous(ish) Soap, blowjob, nipple play (slight), hickeys/markings, p in v, dom!Soap, sub!reader, rough sex

word count: 2.0k

taglist: @pumpkinsunexpectedadventure @icemansgirl1999

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Soap was finally home from a 3 month long mission. That was the worst 3 months of your life spent crying at night into his pillow which still lingered with his scent and worrying, wondering if your beloved boyfriend would make it back home. Despite the amount of times you’ve been through this, Johnny has never failed to come home with his arms open wide for you.

Although Johnny had just come home in the last few days, you knew he’d be leaving again soon due to how demanding his job is. He serves his country and it makes you proud to be his girlfriend. Whenever you go into work you show Johnny off with any chance you get, letting your friends see photos that he sends. Typically they’re pretty sweet or corny photos of him posing ridiculously with Alejandro or making the heart symbol with his hands for you. Once he did it with his feet…

Obviously there are also a few photos which you wouldn’t dare show your work friends due to the nature of them.

Intimate moments with Johnny weren’t dominantly rare but you definitely savoured those moments between the two of you as they were special. Most of the time all Soap wants to do is go on a sweet romantic walk in the woodland areas in which you lived then settle down to watch a movie back home before falling asleep with your limbs intertwined.

Due to the limited time you had with your boyfriend, he was rarely rough with you whenever you had sex. One night you brought it up after having a 5-hour long love making session to which he continued to play with your hair and explained that ‘he wants to cherish you, not ruin you with what little time he has home’. It’s quite sweet but there are times where you wish he’d just take full control and show you exactly what he can do.

Today you wanted to try and make him reach a point where he would break. You knew he got slightly jealous of some of the actors you would compliment ‘a little to heavily’, according to him. Of course you’d tell him it was nonsense and that he’s the only man you’d ever want, which is completely true. Johnny wasn’t like any other parter you’ve ever had; he was so loving, caring, attentive and understanding.

This is how you ended up like this; sprawled out on the sofa with Johnny laying on top of you, his head resting on your chest while his hands traced patterns on your thighs. You were threading your fingers through the strip of his mohawk while your eyes were focused on the film. Although your eyes were focused, your mind certainly wasn’t. The only thing you could think about was winding your beloved boyfriend up, trying to find the perfect moment during the film to talk about ‘how attractive’ the male character was which soon came on screen. The character was shirtless and working out in the gym so this was perfect.

“Man, his muscles look amazing…” you murmured but loud enough for Johnny to hear. He lifted his head up slightly and stared up at you slightly confused.

“What’s that, bonnie?” Soap asked, his eyes looking back into yours. You let out a slight giggle and continued. “His muscles… God, I’d do anything for a man like that to take me.”

Johnny continued to look back at you, extremely fumbled as you why you were suddenly making these comments. He cleared his throat and smirk at you. “He might be muscly but he’s nothing compared to your boyfriend, aye?”

“Sure honey but look at him! I bet he’s amazing in bed” you said with a slight dreamy look in your eye. This then aggravated Johnny, he was not fully sitting up on his knees with his eyes slightly crinkled.

“Seriously y/n? What about me?” he questioned, extremely intrigued to know why you were saying this.

“I love you baby but I’m just saying… he could take control over me any time” you admitted, throwing your hands up in defeat. Suddenly there was a change in Soaps demeanour. His eyes no longer looked loving but dark and clouded, his chest was beginning to rise and fall at a quick pace, his hands slowly forming into fists.

“You might want to change that attitude bonnie, I’m warnin’ you” he murmured, his face lowering closer to yours. “It’s nothing against you Johnny, its just that he seems like the… dominant type and I like that”

“So this is what it’s about then, aye? You don’t like me going soft and sweet on you?” he asked, a playful tone evident in his voice. Deciding to put the final nail in the coffin, you whispered in Johnnys ear.

“I bet he knows how to please a woman…”

That was it. He moved you so quickly, you couldn’t register him swinging your body over his shoulder as he made his way up the stairs, your head ever so slightly knocking against his back with every step he took.

“You should be careful with what you say to me bonnie, I won’t go easy”

When you made it to your shared bedroom, Johnny slowly and gently planted you to the floor, then slowly pushed you down onto your knees by your shoulders. Even when he was supposed to be dominant, his caring nature slipped through some of his actions.

“Now… you better shut that mouth of yours before i shut it for you” Soap murmured, looking straight down at you while his hands played with his belt buckle. You just stared back at him, dumbfounded. However, you wouldn’t stop your teasing.

“Never knew you could be so demanding John…” you told him. That was it for him.

Johnny grabbed your chin with one hand roughly while the other hand trailed down to the button and zip on his jeans. He got them undone rather quickly before pulling them down roughly, desperate for your touch.

Soon enough you were face to face with the sight of his boxers, the outline of his hard cock extremely visible. Slowly, you hand crept to the hem of his boxers then gently pulled them down, leaving Johnnys bottom half completely bare. The tip of Johnnys cock was near enough pulsing, already beginning to drip with pre.

“Did I do this to you, Johnny?”

“I cannae help myself when you look so pretty on your knees” he chuckled slightly, breathing out his answer. “Now put that mouth of yours to use”

With that being said you brought your hand up to the base of his cock, squeezing it slightly which earned a grunt from the man in front of you. Hearing Johnny let out his sounds gave you encouragement to move your hand steadily along his dick, gaining more groans from your boyfriend.

However for Johnny, he felt like he was losing control. Although he loved having you take your time with him and being attentive, he wanted to ruin you this time after those comments you made. Johnny then swatted your hands away from him and grabbed the base of his cock before guiding it down your throat completely.

He wasn’t intending on going soft on you. No. A sudden spark of possessiveness struck a light within him and there’s only one thing of his he’s never willing to share and that is you. So when you started spouting off about how that man on the tv, Johnny knew that he had to remind you who you belonged to.

“Look at you bonnie… you can barely fuckin’ breath with your mouth full of my cock” Soap groaned, his hands grasping at your hair roughly. “So pretty y/n…”

Tears were forming at your eyes, head going foggy at the shear feeling of Soaps cock sliding down your throat, hard enough to leave bruising. This was a sight to die for; Johnny completely intoxicated by the feeling of your mouth.

Johnny couldn’t keep quiet no matter how hard he tried. Groans and grunts slipping from his pink lips, occasionally wetting them with his tongue. “Such a slut for me… shit, I’m getting close… get up, off your knees” Johnny groaned, his grip on your hair loosening before he helped you up on your feet.

As you walked over to the bed, you pulled your shirt off over your head and pulled your bottoms down, leaving you in your underwear. You’ll let Johnny have the pleasure of taking it off of you.

Johnny soon stood by the edge of the bed, slowly creeping up onto the mattress. He stared down at you while he peeled his shirt off and tossed it into the corner joining your discarded shirt and bottoms. He took this moment to admire you in your underwear, just for him.

This moment didn’t last that long as Johnny practically ripped your lacy bra in half, throwing both pieces away before attacking one of your tits with his warm mouth. While his tongue circled one boob, his hand played and toyed with the other making you whine out.

“J-Johnny…”

“Mhm, that’s it…” he mumbled, still entranced by your tits. Feeling the way it’d mould perfectly with his lips and fit perfectly in the palm of his hand, the feeling of him on your skin.

He knew that he’d have to break apart soon though, as he was desperate for more. Just like he’d done with your bra, Soap ripped your panties practically off your body leaving your bare in front of him.

Soap almost felt like he didn’t want to rush it, to take his sweet time with you and make you whine out for him but the thought of making you scream for him while he pounded into you with no mercy seemed so appealing right this second.

Johnny grabbed your legs and placed each knee over each of his shoulder so he could reach those deeper points. He then gripped the base of his cock before slowly pushing himself in. There was no need for much foreplay as you were already soaking for him.

Soap almost immediately started to thrust into you, giving you no time to adjust to his size. The headboard already slamming into the wall as Johnny grabbed your wrists and held your hands above your head against the wall. To fill the pleasurable silence, Johnny spoke

“You wanted this baby… wanted this just as much as I did”

“Oh bonnie…”

“You feel amazing y/n” he groaned, your walls fluttering against his cock with each word he said that dripped like honey.

His balls slapped harshly against your ass, sure enough to leave a slight bruise while his head leaned down so he could leave marks of his own on your neck.

Johnny noticed a slight change in your demeanour; you were breathing heavier, you couldn’t maintain eye contact and all you could muster up were jumped up versions of his name. He knew you were close.

Soap then trailed one hand (while the other stayed pinning both your wrists) down to your clit, leaving rough circular motions over it making you practically scream. “Oh J-Johnny… a-almost there” you shrieked, your legs beginning to shake.

“Go on baby, cum for me… do it you slut” Johnny growled in your ear, his pace didn’t falter but instead increased so he could give you the best orgasm he’s ever given you.

As you reached your climax, you saw pure white. The orgasm which Soap just gave you left you in some state, your heart pounding against your chest while your legs couldn’t stop shaking.

“Fuck, I’m cumming…” Johnny moaned before releasing inside you, coating your walls with his hot cum.

He then moved your legs off his shoulders and collapsed beside you, ready for a nap. Soap let his arm drape around your waist, pulling you into him slightly while his nose nuzzled in your hair.

“Take a nap my love, you’ve earned it. I’ll be here for you when you wake up if you want to go again” Johnny whispered to you, wanting to give you a break from the loudness of your precious actions.

You just nodded as acknowledgement and rested your head against his chest before falling asleep.

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vole-mon-amour · 2 months

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Cyberpunk 2077 is both cool and hilarious to me. Some Nobody, an ordinary kid (that would've died and their glory would've ended on a junkyard without even getting started) gets this ex rockerboy jacked into their brain, and suddenly you're friends with his exes:

THE best fixer of Night City/Queen of the Afterlife herself;

The current rockerboy Kerry Eurodyne with whom you can suddenly have a thing or two and maybe turn it into a short romantic relationship.

Back in 2013, Kerry could easily spend a night with a fan (or just a quickie after the gig, no need to get personal and close at all), but he wasn't as popular and as mature as he is in 2077. Plus, I doubt that a one night stand ever turned into something serious. Judging by the way he described his previous relationships, they were always so fucked up: he was either being constantly cheated on (??? who dared and why?) and eventually got mentally destroyed by his ex wife. No wonder it lead to such horrible depression and suicide rumours/attempt(s).

Then V enters the scene. Breaks into Kerry's house, gives Johnny the reins, and suddenly, the two are connected and can have something V wouldn't even have a CHANCE to have with Kerry. I'm pretty sure V wouldn't even know Kerry in person if it wasn't for Johnny, because Kerry is THAT popular & has tons of fans like V. Just a face in the crowd.

I mean, how many people dream being just a little bit close to Kerry? And when Kerry presents his new collab at a full club, Kerry suddenly pulls this unknown Nobody out of the crowd closer, introduces her as his right hand to the press, and then they leave together and spend some time alone on the roof/at his fav restaurant. Can you imagine how jealous some of those people might feel?

For a while, V becomes closer to Kerry in the real life than anyone could ever dream of. Fans? Like hell he'd let a fan or press that close to himself (and they would definitely NOT be welcome to enter his villa at any time of day and night).

And the more time passes, the more popular Kerry gets (so he goes from Very Popular to Incredibly Popular and Demanded and Wanted By Fans and Press.) The new album, new tour with his huge billboards around the city?

And where's V? Oh, V is either in a coma and basically forgotten by all her friends (including Kerry, and there's no going back to how it was before, it's completely ruined, and V can no longer help Kerry with his wildest deeds) or dead by that time. Isn't that nice. :)

Oh, the tragedy.

(Though I must notice that Vik and Misty are still have to see V. It's just still incredibly tragic & there's no fixing that in canon, either.)

(And that's partially why I still choose The Temperance ending. At least the body is being used and has a purpose. Can be reunited with Kerry, too, if there's such need/wish.)

P.S.: And it's not even about romance. It's literally about the one in a million chance that grants V everything she ever dreamed of and that simultaneously completely destroys her, no matter what she does. (And I talk about V as a female bc that's what I'm comfortable with the most. You do you.)

#kerry eurodyne #kerry x v #johnny silverhand #phantom liberty #cyberpunk 2077 #natisplaying #cb2077 #natiswriting

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baublekute · 2 months

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My First Public Work/Short-Fic on Ao3

River Ward and V spend Valentine's Day together.

Part of a random collection of fun one-offs as part of my larger WIP "Death Wish" Fic canon universe, an angsty with eventual happy ending romance between River Ward/Valerie "V" Rose Barrère Used as procrastination, writing practice, self-encouragement when the large project seems overwhelming, or based on prompts.

Also available to read under the cut!

Happy Valentine's Day my chooms!

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V collapsed on the couch in her apartment after dealing with some bizarrely thematic gigs for February 14th. She had enough of “love” for an entire week. First, she saved Pepe’s marriage, then dealt with some coward-ass Tyger Claw who let his gang kill his girlfriend. To top it all off, Padre sent her some classic Romeo & Juliet shit.

Nibbles, the self-proclaimed Matriarch of Megabuilding H10, jumped onto V’s chest, declaring V her current throne. She meowed, demanding immediate strokes from V’s chrome talons. V obliged. “Ok, my Queen of Hearts. Guess cats need love too, else it’s off with my head.” V sat up violently as the door to the apartment slid open. V pointed a pistol directly at the intruder while Nibbles hissed as she fled.

“Woah, V! It’s me!”

“River?!” V lowered the gun, motioning to sprawl herself back on the couch. “Do you have a death wish? I could have shot you!” Staying seated, she eyed him suspiciously. “What are you doing here? Wasn’t expecting you for another two hours.”

“I, uh… I thought you were supposed to be out longer,” he stammered, awkwardly trying to hide something behind his back. Poorly too, despite his large frame. Yet, unsurprising, considering his penchant for honesty.

V arched an eyebrow. “Whaddya got there, Detective?” Her facial expressions only grew at his silence. “You know we’re not celebrating Valentine’s Day, right?”

River attempted to hide a grin, but his brown eye deceived him. “We’re not,” he assured. He set the small unassuming box on the coffee table. She collapsed again in defeat. He gently climbed over her, the narrow couch barely holding them together. She sat motionless, staring up at him with her green eyes, waiting for a suitable response. “We’re celebrating V Day. It’s all about you.”

She groaned absurdly. “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” V continued to roll her eyes, an amused smile tugging at her lips. “I should have sworn you off ages ago. You’re sickly sweet, y’know that?”

He brushed kisses all over her neck, each one a silent plea for forgiveness. An abrupt thud startled them. Nibbles approached the box dispatched to the floor, pawing at the new offering. River lifted himself off and pulled an unwilling V up with him. “The Queen insists you set the box free of its material possessions. Oh, and I left Johnny something in my coat pocket. Something to help him ‘plug his ears.’”

Johnny materialized for a moment to chime in. “How sweet. The badge thought of me.”

V ripped the paper off the box and opened it. She froze at the frame sitting in her lap. “River… how?”

“Paid a visit to Mama Welles, who seemed excruciatingly excited to pull out the photo album when I asked her about it. Showed me some photos of when you an’ Jack were getting into trouble at 16. And then… She made me a 6-course meal. ‘Cause Jackie always seemed to have a never-ending stomach, and I think I remind her of him. Made me promise to bring you around more. Though, I’m pretty sure she’s trying to adopt me too, just like you an’ Misty.”

V chuckled through a few tears. She brushed a finger against the image of Jackie, standing next to her when they were both full of life. “Thank you, River.”

Seeking to divert attention from her feelings, V retrieved a sleekly wrapped package from under the couch and handed it to River. “Since we’re apparently giving gifts,” she said with a mock sigh.

“Uh, huh. Not celebrating Valentine’s… Right,” he said, the corners of his mouth turning upwards. He unwrapped it to find a new revolver, its black and blue metallic surface gleaming under the apartment lights.

“Heard you mighta needed a new piece. You’re lucky they were out of pink.”

River’s eyes widened in surprise, a mixture of appreciation and disbelief coloring his features. He weighed the custom revolver in his mechanical hand, feeling its balance. On the side, he discovered a custom etching that read Thunder and beneath it, New Beginnings. He was speechless for a moment. “God dammit, V, I love you. Still can’t believe the lucky bastard I am to have you.”

#cyberpunk 2077 #river ward #female v #street kid v #v x river ward #oc: valerie rose barrere #otp: death wish #ao3 fanfic #valentines day

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thranduilsperkybutt · 3 months

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requirements.txt=unsatisfied

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Pairings: Johnny Silverhand/V!Reader; Exceedingly minor Goro Takemura/V!Reader alluded to Warnings: Endgame spoilers; Arasaka!ending; I take liberties with the ending (everyone lives AU); yearning; fighting; nsfw banter (no actual explicit behaviors); angst with a happy ending; mentions of canon-typical drug use and violence Word Count: 9,936 words Reader Gender: Female Author: Meg Summary: Johnny always wants a lot of things--- a smoke, a good fuck, for you to turn the radio to 107.3 instead of that new age crap you like. In a perfect world, he'd like to have his own body back, too, but this isn't a perfect world. This is Night City, and he doesn't know if he'll ever be able to forgive you for going and doing this. Turns out that being in love requires being unsatisfied. A/N: Look. I finally finished playing the game as corpo!V and I will not live with these endings, alright? I'm gonna make my own.

“Think they make shitty motels like this just for screw-ups like us?”

You make a point to continue staring at the ceiling of the ‘shitty motel’ room, deep breathing the mildew and age-old cigarettes. He isn’t wrong, but you don’t want to hear it right now. He always has a way with words. Wiping your hands down your face, you do your best to ignore him, but Johnny wasn’t the most dismissible parasite you’ve ever had.

“’Parasite’s’ talkin’ to you, fuck-up,” he flicks his cigarette butt at you in retaliation for the thoughts in your head and it glitches through your thigh with a fuzzy tickle in your neurons. “Do ya’ really think Arasaka is gonna’ just let you waltz away after grabbin’ that stuck-up bitch princess of theirs? You’re fucked.”

“Was fucked before that, Johnny--- royally, if you’ll remember,” you groan, and turn away from him. He appears on the other side of the bed, leaning over it to glare at you. “Got you to show for it, after all.”

“Why are you so chill about this? Takemura fucked you both by deciding to take a life-sized souvenir from your trip to Cherry Town---"

“Cherry Blossom Market---” he barely acknowledges your interruption; you doubt he cares about the situation past hearing himself talk either way.

“--- and you’re just gonna’ do what? Sit here like a ditched date, waitin’ by the phone for that ‘Saka scum to call?”

“Johnny,” you push yourself up into a sitting position, headache threatening a presence at the back of your skull. The edges of his shoulders have that glitchy quality you’ve come to know follows his movements at times when he crosses his arms, but his glare is clear as ever.

“What? Don’t like me callin’ him that?” he rolls his eyes as he certainly feels your annoyance spike, “Jeez, didn’t think you could ride ‘Saka’s dick any harder, but if you literally want to---”

“What crawled up your holographic ass and died tonight?” you bark back, and the glint behind his eyes tells you that this is what he wanted all along. A fight, interaction, anything other than you just melting into the stained mattress of this motel room while the fan drones overhead in excruciating monotony. Johnny’s at his worst when he’s bored or cornered, you’ve found.

“I don’t know, V, maybe the fact that while I’m livin’ in your head, I’ve gotta’ listen to all your disgusting little thoughts about that Grade-A asshole? I’ve never had a dry spell that’d make me wanna’ sleep with a corpo drone, but maybe old habits die hard for you, huh?” You try to ignore his jab at your corporate background, but you know he just can’t help himself, “At this rate, alert a joytoy pronto, because I think I’ll throw up if I gotta’ watch you eyefuck your ronin anym---"

“You’re so fucking annoying sometimes, Johnny, you know that?” you rub your temples, trying to bite back the heat in your cheeks. No telling if it was from embarrassment at his inevitable acknowledgement of your major-league crush on Goro, or an oncoming stroke. At this point you are wishing for the stroke.

“You say that, but you’re not havin’ to watch how pathetic you look waitin’ on Takemura to call. Shit, even that cop you turned down would be better than this guy.”

Rising to your knees, you point a finger directly against his chest, feeling the fuzzy presence of your fried synapses mistaking him for something real at your fingertips, “Know what? Maybe I will fuck Goro the next time I see him, just to screw with you. Maybe I’ll finally get some peace and quiet when you slink back to God-knows-where to hide in my head while I lay back and take it from the big, bad, ‘Saka scum.’”

“You wouldn’t dare,” he growls down at you, the fire in his eyes flickering from your own to your lips and back again. “If you wanted me gone, you’d’ve taken those omega blockers by now.”

“Don’t tempt me. I’d take a half-dose of pseudoendotrizine just so I could kick your ass, if it wouldn’t mean kicking mine, too.”

“Now, there’s a thought,” he reaches out, pushing you back by a phantom grip on your shoulder. Your body flings itself onto the mattress without a thought, “But I don’t need a pill to kick your ass, remember?”

“Asshole,” you grumble defeatedly, but his anger seems to dissipate, if only a little.

“Bitch,” he chuckles, and it’s a short sound of disbelief. “Don’t pout like a damn kid.”

“Anyone ever tell you that you’re kind of mean, Silverhand?” you look down to where he still stood beside--- no, knelt onto, now--- the bed. His lips are quirked into a slight smile, one brow raised like he doesn’t quite understand just why all your annoyance has seemed to sink away into the dingy carpet and rotting walls of this place. Maybe it’s the exhaustion settling into your bones?

Or perhaps it’s the uneasy feeling in your gut when he looks at you. Despite the mountain of resentment your soul screams that you have every right to have at him for stealing your life away from you with every waking second, you can’t seem to bring yourself to hate him.

He clicks his teeth thoughtfully, dipping his weight onto the knee he has on the bed, but it doesn’t creak under his weight or acknowledge his presence, “It may have come up, once or twice.”

He isn’t really here, the soft static framing his hard edges reminds you.

“Why, then?” Why does he keep falling into the same pattern? Why does he treat you like this? Why does he look at you like that afterwards?

You don’t ask any of those questions, but you don’t have to. He’s in your head, after all--- but you think he’d be able to figure them out even if he didn’t have a front-row seat to your every thought. You still aren’t sure how much of your consciousness he is privy to, but you know it’s enough for him to know more about you than any other person ever has.

At this point, he might know your mind better than you do.

You wish you could read his half as well.

“Maybe I just don’t like watchin’ you run head-first into what’s bound to be another shit-show’s all, choom,” he deflects, but his eyes don’t turn from your gaze. There’s something guarded in them, sure, but they soften all the same.

You sit on his bullshit explanation for a few seconds, tasting the thought on your tongue, “Is that what we are, Johnny? Chooms?” It’s an unsatisfactory descriptor, but you don’t know if there’s a word in the English language that can accurately describe what you are to each other.

“I don’t know, V. Are we?”

Before you can even think of an answer, the sound of your holo ringing breaks through your ears and Goro’s image appears in your optics.

Johnny huffs and just like that, any softness in his gaze disintegrates with a roll of his eyes, “Go on--- know you’re giddy as a schoolgirl to answer that.”

“Fuck you, Johnny,” you grumble, before picking up the line and watching him straighten up off the bed before disappearing from your gaze in a static glitch. “Goro---”

“V, meet me, quickly as you can. I’m sending the coordinates.”

---

Your fingers run over the markings of Johnny’s initials you’d just carved against the metal. It’s jagged, raw, and as good a headstone as he was ever going to get, given you’d probably never find where his body had been truly laid to rest. In a city like Night City, after so many years? He’s lucky enough that Arasaka had dumped his body at all, instead of incinerating it like most folks these days.

“There, how’s that for a marker?”

Johnny leans back from where he’d been moping and gestures to your makeshift headstone, “Say this was my real grave, what would you write? ‘Here lies Johnny Silverhand…’”

The words roll around your head in tandem with the pit of dread in your stomach. It didn’t feel right talking to him like he was dead, even though the rational part of your mind knew it was true. The real Johnny Silverhand died more than fifty years ago, and you were left talking to a ghost--- a copy that seemed close enough to the real deal, but you never would be able to know if he was a good one. More recently, though, he’s started to seem just as real as the ground you walk on and, while you know that’s something to be deeply worried about, you can’t help but have come to enjoy his company.

When he’s not being an asshole, that is.

For better or worse, he was, “The guy who saved my life.” You’d been through so much--- everything--- together. It hadn’t been intentional on his part; he’s only a piece of broken prototype tech going haywire in your head, but it was still true. He’s saved you in more ways than one, lately.

The words sink into him, dragging his shoulders down like the same ache you feel in your soul. His eyes meet yours beneath his sunglasses, holding you in a regret so deep that you think it will swallow you both with the knowledge that he’ll be the death of you.

Johnny reaches up, metal fingertips clicking on his shades in a way that’s so honest in your ears that it’s difficult to remember it’s just another one of your disconnected mind’s lies anymore, “You don’t know how much I want that to be true.” He pulls the barrier from his face to dangle between his knees as his free hand wipes at the perpetual dirt on his skin, “Listen, I realize I’ve fucked up a lot of things. Either let down or used every last person who gave me their trust--- blind, selfish bastard that I was--- but I’ve managed one thing, for now. Not to fuck this up. What we have.”

Johnny’s always wanted a lot of things--- a smoke, a good fuck, for you to turn the radio to 107.3 instead of that new age crap you like. He's rather demanding, day in, day out.

You've been privy to his every request as it flits through your shared head for long enough that he’s come to annoy you nearly as much as he's grown on you. He’s like moss overtaking a stone, so slow that you don’t realize it until he’s covered all of you. He’s changing you into something neither of you can quite recognize anymore, and as the days pass, you worry you’ll never be able to wash him away and return to the person you were before him.

Worse, you don’t know if you will want to.

“What do we have, Johnny?” you sigh, looking up at the light-polluted sky. You weren’t far enough out of town to see stars, just the dim void and flickering city lights reflected on the clouds above. Maybe if you were at camp with the Aldecados, you’d spot a star among the dusky sky. Maybe life would seem simpler, easier, “I don’t know what you want from me.” All you know for sure is that you were growing so tired of the fight. There’s this hurt in your chest; you can’t tell if it’s yours or his. Maybe it’s something you share. Maybe this is what he means.

Or something close to it, “Most of who I thought were my friends, well, it turns out they couldn’t hardly stand to be in the same room with me. But you?” You hear him pause, but you don’t dare to look at him. There’s a stammer in your chest, and you’re terrified at what it means, “You’re forced to be right fuckin’ here, twenty-four-seven, and you don’t seem to hate my living guts.”

This silence is something you can only achieve on the outskirts of the city, but you know it would be worse if you were further away. It’s almost excruciating, being alone with your thoughts--- being alone with his.

“There a point in there?” your heart aches for him, and you know he can feel it. It’s more than pity, more than friendship, but you try your hardest not to think of what it could possibly mean--- let alone, say it.

He knows, though. Of course he does. He has to.

“Just that… I think you’re my first real choom, even though you’re a real bitch sometimes.”

Your head lulls forward, and it takes all your strength to muster a glare at the pained smile dancing at his lips. There’s more to it than that, you both know it, but you’re grateful that he’s feeling somewhat merciful tonight--- it was something you didn’t know he had in him.

Maybe it’s only something he has in him when it comes to you.

“Chooms, huh?” tilting your head, you pretend to mull it over like it’s a proposition of eddies from a fixer. Playing it off with a shrug, you concede, “I could get used to being Johnny Silverhand’s choom, I guess, even though he was a total dick at first.”

“As if you didn’t deserve it,” Johnny smirks.

“Uh, remind me again, who’s been whining about missing his smokes since day one?” it’s a half-hearted blow, and his widening grin shows it. “Better yet, beggin’ me to get my rocks off?”

“My own personal hell is being stuck inside a non-smoker, and it doesn’t help that you’re practically a nun,” you toss a rock at him for that, and it goes straight through his chest like he isn’t even there. He isn’t, but he grins at you anyways, “Still… who’d’ve thought we’d make it this far?”

You sit there for a beat, feeling your own smile turn at your lips, before sighing, “You know, if you really want a marker, we could get you one at the columbarium.”

“For what, an empty box?” shaking his head, he puts his shades back on to perch atop his nose.

“Please, I have more of your stuff than even your most devoted fanboys. I don’t need it all. We could, I don’t know, ‘retire’ something of yours there. You know, as a symbol,” his gaze weighs heavy on you, and you can’t for the life of you understand what’s going through his mind. It frustrates you nearly as much as his stare seems to, and you shift your gaze back to the sky in your attempt to escape his holographic scrutiny.

“Let me guess, you’ll bring me flowers every day?” it surprises you that his tone isn’t mocking, but rather curious. “Would you visit his grave?” he seems to ask.

Trying to lighten the mood, you tease, “You know me, too busy trying not to die for all that.” You look back to him with a wink, “Plus, preem flowers are expensive these days, choom. ‘Fraid you’ll have to settle for the synth ones. Besides, you seem like a cheap date to me.”

“Bitch.”

“Just say, ‘Thank you.’”

It’s as close as either of you will come to what you really want to say.

---

From the roof of Misty’s building, it’s almost as if the troubles of the city no longer exist. You think you understand why Jackie found his choice up here. It seems as good a place as any to choose between life and death.

You would have to come to yours, too, soon. Maybe you already have, and you just don’t want to admit it.

The thought dwells in your head, and it feels like the only choice that makes sense.

“You’re not considering that. Please, tell me you’re not seriously considering going to those bastards again for help,” Johnny’s voice tears you from your dreadful stare over the neon Night City advertisements staring back at you. Promising everything from NiCola to the market version of the prototype Relic crammed in your head. “You’re trying to make sense of something that makes zero damn sense!”

You think he might wind up hating you forever, for this.

“Takemura said---” you begin, but he cuts you off as he stands from his spot on the ledge overlooking the city and takes up pacing.

“Fuck that guy!” Johnny rounds on you, fiery as ever--- but there’s something more terrible in his eyes; a grief that only comes from knowing he won’t be able to change your mind. “You’re just takin’ the easy way out! Those ‘Saka bastards won’t stay true to their word, you know. All they do is lie, and they’ll keep lying to you so long as it gets them what they want from you. You can’t really believe they’ll help you or me!”

The truth is, you’re too tired and you don’t know what’s worse: the taste of blood on your tongue, or the look of disappointment in his eyes.

You should be at least used to the blood by now.

“I’m dying, Johnny. Hanako is the only person who can maybe help us. Name someone else. Anyone! They made this tech---”

“They’re only gonna’ hurt you. We can do this a different way,” he stops pacing to stand so close that you can swear his boots touch yours. It’s as if you could feel the heat radiating off him, but that may just be the fever settling deathly into your skin, “Hell, give me the keys and I’ll get us to Mikoshi. I’ll burn this whole fuckin’ city to the ground to get you there and I’ll throw the pieces of you back together myself! I’ll gladly die trying---”

“But I don’t want you to die, either,” you fight back the tears at the thought of it, and he huffs down at you in utter exasperation, “can’t you get that?”

“Think they’ll do any better by me at Arasaka?” his chuckle is humorless, coming strained from the back of his throat. “You don’t believe that.”

“I can cut us a deal…” you look down, away from him, blinking out beyond where he stands towards the city lights. You don’t want to fight with him right now. You don’t think you can.

“With what leverage? Deals are only good so long as you have the upper hand, V,” he kneels into your eyeline, reaching out to grasp your chin in two silver fingers and turning you to face him fully. It’s gotten to the point that his hands on your skin feel akin to something real, dulled synapses firing with every spark of his hands on your skin. It’s how you know you’re close to the end. “Who is gonna’ be in your corner after they get everything they want?”

“Goro’s a man of his word.”

“You’re so fuckin’ naïve. Just as dumb as you were when you took that bullet to the brain from Dex, and I had to save your ass then, too,” Johnny growls your name like he hates you for it, but who knew how much you would come to welcome the end? Because when he frustratedly drags you forward by a harsh grip at the back of your head to eclipse his lips over yours, you can feel it. Him. In the burnt neurons of your addled mind, he is there against you--- kissing you with death on the edges of his lips, in all the heavy grief and anger that your choice has brought forth in him. It’s a terrible knowledge that pours from you into him of how much you’ve come to love him, and how desperately you know he’ll hate you for this, because maybe he’s right; maybe you really are naïve for wanting to believe in some way out of this.

He gasps against your lips like it wrecks him to the core; voice hoarse with the emotion as he curses, “Damn, you’re one stubborn bitch.”

“Inherited only your best traits, Johnny,” it’s just as dry on your tongue, and you lift your hand that has been clutching the omega blockers to your lips. You want to say it--- tell him in words how much you care for him. Instead, you murmur against his lips, “Please, don’t be mad,” and swallow the pills.

“I got a feeling you’re gonna’ regret this, choom, and I won’t be there to help you,” he leans away, and you feel the drugs start to kick in when his voice becomes more distant. “Don’t do this. Miracles like the one you’re hopin’ for don’t happen for screw-ups like us, you know.”

“Trust me.”

“I wish I didn’t trust you at all,” he sounds just as tired as you do when he says your name one last time before you blink and he’s gone. The bitter aftertaste of the pills tastes like betrayal on your tongue, and you already know Johnny will haunt you for the rest of your days.

You’re quickly reminded of why you’ve always hated taking the omega blockers.

It takes everything you have left not to sob at the feeling, like you’ve lost a limb--- gone numb and tingling painfully with the ghost of where he was. It’s as if everything is muted, including the deepest parts of yourself. You’re in a bad way, and you know you don’t have much longer now.

So, you find yourself committing to the desperate choice you’ve made, but you don’t call Hanako.

Instead, you call the only corpo you trust besides yourself, and hope it isn’t stupid to do so.

Takemura.

---

He is dressed in all white when he comes to find you at Misty’s Esoterica, looking like a harbinger of death in every sense of the word, “You… look like shit.”

“Don’t look half bad yourself, Goro,” you chuckle, but it turns into a wracking cough that leaves you with a more urgent taste of blood at your lips.

“Are you in any shape to negotiate?” he wonders, but it’s not threatening--- more of a genuine concern displayed with the arch of his brow. Johnny may disagree with you, but you still dare to think him a good man.

“Not in much shape to do anything, anymore, but I know exactly what I’m useful for. My eddies are on Hanako knowing this, too,” you lean on the arm he offers when you stumble on your way to the car. “After all, she sent you. Smart woman.”

“I would have come even had she not,” Goro confesses, pausing with his metal-laced fingertips on the back door. When you shoot him a questioning look, he offers you only a simple, “We have done much work to not see this through to the end, yes?”

“Who’d’ve thought we’d make it this far?”

Goro nods in agreement, before you’re sliding into the car behind Anders Hellman and hoping the Swede knows half of what he thinks he does about your condition, “Agreed.”

---

There’s something to be said for dying. It’s not always as bad as people make it out to be.

Some people would consider you dead. You always find yourself wondering what Johnny would think, these days.

You absentmindedly turn the Rubik’s cube in your hand with no real aim at solving it, letting your mind drift in the overly sterile room Arasaka’s finest clinicians have sequestered you to.

“Barbaric,” Goro called it once, but that didn’t stop them from putting you right back here again. The news plays softly on the screen you’ve been allowed to have after they determined it wouldn’t exacerbate your oversensitivity, but not even the privilege of phoning what few friends you have left can eat away at the boredom that’s settled into your bones in this space station. What was there to say, anyway?

Hi, it’s your favorite lab rat again! How’s it going in the real world? I’m going insane up here!

You can’t help but dwell on the thought that maybe Johnny was right about it all. Maybe it isn’t worth living if life is going to be like this.

Arasaka made no guarantees past what you had signed for on the dotted line the day Hanako had again sent Goro solely to break the news that your body was dying even after Johnny’s Relic had been extracted from your mind. It would seem the soft spot you’d held for Goro was well known by the Arasaka heiress. The woman is nothing if not strategic.

Hell, you’d gotten yourself a worse deal that day than you’d gotten for Johnny at the start of this. After all, you’d had nothing left to bargain with by then.

You were technically a construct, now. A lab experiment dreamed up by Arasaka’s best bioengineers and a team of physicians lead by Anders Hellman. Your current body was a multi-billion eurodollar joint Arasaka-Biotechnica venture that had only been put at the top of Hanako’s list when implanting her father’s construct into Yorinobu had gone awry. You’re convinced she would have been content to let you rot on a biochip in Mikoshi for the rest of your existence otherwise. After all, your contract never said when they had to provide you with a body, only that they were obligated to when the technology existed to allow it.

Turns out, rewriting someone else’s psyche does more damage to the physical body than anyone in Arasaka thought it would. You don’t know why it was such a surprise to them all when Yorinobu’s body couldn’t handle it, considering what it did to you. Maybe they just didn’t care, with how desperate they’d been to get any semblance of leadership back.

All you know is that Johnny Silverhand probably rolled over laughing in his grave, wherever it is, when Saburo Arasaka died a second, painful death.

They were using you as a top-secret prototype for Saburo 2.0, as you’ve come to call what will inevitably be the body they attempt to stick him in next. Sure, Arasaka as a company is facing charges in the New United States on Yorinobu’s death--- something about human testing that everyone knows will never stick--- but that will be swept under the rug much like any bad press Arasaka has gotten over this past year, with either cash or bullets dispensed.

“Shit,” you curse as you grow frustrated with the cube, tossing it onto the thin hospital mattress they kept on your bed. Rubbing your eyes as you try to refocus, it still feels strange to not feel the metal embedded in your skin. Worse still, you had to get used to what a fully ‘ganic body felt like again.

“You even human anymore, with all that chrome?” you can almost hear Johnny’s words to you when you got a new set of mantis blades from Vik’s clinic right before heading out for the oncoming fight at Clouds with the Tiger Claws. It was so long ago, now, but it doesn’t feel like it. That’s what Mikoshi does to a person, you figure. It’s hard to fully comprehend that so much time has passed.

Sometimes, you think you do hear him in more than just a memory. Like he’s still there, in your head. The doctors say it will pass with time, but they’ve been wrong before. Safe to say, Johnny literally changed your brain chemistry.

At least some part of you hopes they’re wrong, because you don’t know how you’ll make it in this world without him if Arasaka doesn’t stay true to their word.

It’s like you’ve lost a part of yourself, and you regret it more every day that you’re forced to live in this white box of a test tube that they’ve put you in. You should have died with him at Mikoshi. Gone out in a fiery blaze of glory and torn it all down with you, if only it would’ve made you feel a little better right before the end.

His last words to you had been as you went under the knife, right before they carefully excised him from your brain like a tumor.

“If this plan doesn’t work, Johnny--- If you wind up being right about Arasaka---” you had called to him through the code, as it weaved and curled around his form. It created and destroyed him all at the same time, but Johnny’s frown was still clear as day to you.

“I’m right about Arasaka,” he sounded nearly as exhausted as you had been on that roof the last time you’d talked. Defeated was something you’d never expected to see on him, “See? You haven’t changed at all. Still think you can outsmart the whole world, when you’re really just out of your depth.”

You didn’t want to think of this as a betrayal, but that’s what it was starting to feel like as you marinate in his sadness, “Look… I just want us to part as friends, for now. Just in case I don’t get to see you again after this, I wanted to tell you goodbye as proper friends.”

“Not sure that’s possible, anymore,” cut you to your core.

You wanted to reach for him, through the flickering code, but you didn’t dare. Heartbreak tastes a lot like blood on your tongue, even here.

“That’s what we are, aren’t we?”

“I don’t know, V. I just… don’t know.”

It was all you could remember of the interaction, though you’re certain there had to be more than that. Sometimes, when you dream instead of sleep, bits and pieces of it come back to you. That’s what you think it is, at least.

It’s far too real to be any normal nightmare.

It sounded too familiar when he said things like, “I just wish you’d stayed loyal to yourself,” or, “Those ‘Saka docs are cutting out a piece of us. Something we’ll never get back. It’ll leave a hole,” in those horrible dreams where memory emerges from the subconscious.

Perhaps this is just what you deserve. Your penance. The price you’ve got to pay for your choices, and the deal you made with the devil.

After all, nothing in Night City is ever free.

Multiple lifetimes of suffering, of being forced to go on without him? It’s almost poetic, in a Shakespearean tragedy sort of way. If this body fails, Arasaka will just test your construct in a new one until they get it right.

You’re company property and the Biotechnica cloning program is only in its infancy. Anders Hellman had told you as much himself when you’d asked.

“You’re one of the first successful cases, so far,” was, specifically, what he’d told you. It wasn’t much; Arasaka clearly wanted you in the dark.

You’d already proved too much trouble when left to your own devices, historically.

Have they brought you back before? How many bodies did you live and die in before this one? They could’ve wiped your memory of it, or maybe cut your engram into a million different pieces until something fit. You would never know the truth of what’s been done to you, most likely.

The door to your room slides open with a whirring noise, breaking you from your thoughts when the same scientist who you’ve come to understand is one of your daily handlers walks in, “It’s time for your daily tests.”

You try to not let the sarcasm drip from your tongue, but you’ve been failing at a lot of things these days.

“Always a pleasure to see you, too, Suki.”

You are dead, and this is just purgatory.

---

They eventually shipped you back to earth, “in accordance with the great progress you’ve displayed over these past few months,” as Anders had told it.

Earth was exhausting. Even though the Arasaka lab they had put you in had all the comforts of home, save for the overly-clinical aesthetics, it still took weeks for your body to become accustomed to its own weight. It was only then that you realized the space station’s simulated gravity was slightly less than that on earth, to allow for less pressure on your new joints and bones as your mind settled in. It’s perhaps why you had been able to relearn walking in the first place, because on earth you were much clumsier than you remember ever having been before.

There were bruises on your legs from the amount of times you’d tripped down or stumbled into something. You’re surprised they hadn’t yet put you in a padded room, but you must’ve been making progress, because eventually they sent a familiar face to see you again.

“おはようございます,” without translators installed into your body’s cyberware, the words that fall from Goro’s lips as he offers a slight bow take a moment for you to mentally decipher.

You don’t rightly care, because you’ve not seen a familiar face other than Anders since waking up in this body. Let alone, anything close to a friend.

He stiffens and freezes when you step forward to drag him into your arms, holding him in a tight embrace that almost has you melting against him with how much of a relief it felt to feel another person. It’s too forward, and you’d never have done it under normal circumstances---

But you’re so relieved to see him.

“You have no idea how good it is to see you,” you murmur as you release him, catching the slight tinge of a flush at his cheeks. He straightens his shirt, donned in black from head to toe. His hair isn’t pulled back, for once; it’s a little longer than when you had seen him last, “You look great, Goro.”

He seems to relax slightly at the familiar words, as if he hadn’t been quite sure what to expect of you at first. You watch as he takes you in, optics dilating as his settings switch with the distance you put between you again. It makes you slightly self-conscious under his scrutiny.

You know you look different. Sure, the core basics of yourself are the same, but you’re slimmer than you were before in this cloned body. Your cyberware is gone, as are the scars from a lifetime of mercenary work. Any tattoos you had were no longer etched into your skin, including Johnny’s. Then, there’s that new Arasaka logo brandished behind your ear that matched his own. The only good thing about your new appearance was that your hair had finally grown long enough to cover the logo when you left it down.

“You look like shit,” he cracks a smile after a second, “but it is good to see you, too.”

“What are you doing here?” you wonder as he walks further into your designated quarters, hands clasped behind his back, “Don’t tell me you get to tell a girl she’s dying twice.” He observes the room not unlike he did when he’d visited you on the space station, though seems less displeased with your living situation this time.

He doesn’t say, “barbaric,” at least.

It’s your words that earn his chastising side-eye, this time, “You should not joke. I do not want to do that again.”

“Well, don’t keep me in suspense,” the prodding does nothing to urge an explanation from him as he moves towards the desk on the other side of the room. The metal on his fingertips glints with sunlight as he moves the papers lying there--- some of the most recent status reports you’ve been given on your performance in Arasaka’s testing. A lot of it was redacted, but you were given just enough to know you weren’t dying currently.

That, they seemed to be taking as a win.

“How are you feeling?” he asks as his optics dart back and forth on the papers, reading them quickly. Surely, he’s had a briefing before he’d been sent to see you. Maybe he just doesn’t trust it was a full picture, or he wants to know what parts of it you know.

Settling into the couch, you reach for the tin of mints you’ve been hoarding recently. Popping one into your mouth, you turn it around as the fresh flavor bursts through your skin, scent sparking in your nostrils.

“Playing doctor now, Goro?” that gets him to look up from the papers to shoot you an unamused look that said just answer the question. You sigh, nail tapping the tin as you take a moment to get his answer, “Well, I’m tired and sore all the time from the physical therapy, and hypersensitive to almost fuck all. Oh, and they still won’t let me get any chrome installed--- even the minor stuff like optics.” You sigh, and the minty feeling tingles on your tongue, “Do you know how much deliberating it took for the white-coats to finally decide I was ready for an operating system update?”

“And the nightmares?” Goro turns away from the desk to instead lean on it, crossing his arms as he looks towards you. So, he had a more thorough briefing on your status than you expected.

You avert your eyes. It was bad enough having to talk to the mandated shrink about them. You really didn’t want to get into what plagued your mind with Goro.

“They’re nothing. It’s the physical symptoms that Arasaka cares about. That’s what’ll get Saburo a new body or not, right?”

He doesn’t let you off the hook that easily, “Arasaka has underestimated the impact of the mind on the body once already, at great cost. I do not think your mental state is considered ‘minor’ to your doctors and scientists, V.” After a moment’s pause, he confirms what you are thinking, “It is not considered something to be ignored by Arasaka’s board, either.”

“Is that what you’re here for?” you can’t help the irritation that seeps into your tone, “To give a first-hand report back to Hanako Arasaka and the board on my progress? Came to see the test subject for yourself instead of just reading the memo?”

“V…” his brow furrows, frown settling onto his lips as you turn your body away from him on the couch.

“Well, you’ve seen me! I trust you’ve gotten all the spicy details you need for your report on my mental status.”

“くそ,” he swears under his breath, as if exasperated with your antics. There is a stillness that comes with the silence between you after that, and you don’t dare turn to him. Instead, you focus on the tin in your hands and the mint in your mouth. Anything other than the pit in your stomach at the remembrance of the nightmares that plague you more nights than most.

There’s a shuffling of clothing and the sound of footsteps approaching as Goro comes to stand beside you, “You are… hypersensitive to words as well, it seems. Look at me, V.” You refuse to do it, and he sighs. In your peripheral, you can see him move to sit beside you on the couch, “Hanako-sama does expect me to relay your progress upon my return, but that is not the sole purpose for my visit.”

“Why’re you here, then?” it may be childish to still refuse to look at him, but you can’t bring yourself to. You feel as if nothing will be as it was before--- like even though you’ve fought terribly to return to normal, there would never be a moment when you felt like yourself again.

“You are being released.”

Your head snaps up to look at him when he says that, utter shock undoubtedly on your face. His own expression remains level, rock steady as he always seemed to be. You can see the truth of his words in his eyes; he has no reason to lie to you. You doubt Hanako would put him in a position to knowingly do so anyway.

“Released?” you breathe the word. You can’t quite believe the truth in his eyes.

“Hellman’s team has decided you have progressed as much as can be expected in a clinical setting. They think you are ready to return to a more ‘normal’ routine. I am here to tell Hanako-sama if I believe they are correct, based on what I know of you… who you were, already,” Goro holds up a hand, quelling the excitement he undoubtedly sees blossoming in your eyes. “This does not mean a return to what your routine was before. You cannot return to mercenary work.”

“So… I’m to live as a civilian, then?” you shift your whole body to face him, legs folded beneath you.

“In a sense… you will still be under Arasaka’s supervision, expected to meet every scheduled appointment and test. If you miss even one, you will be collected and returned here. There are other requirements, but I will leave those to be explained by your care team,” Goro watches as the news sinks in. He looks away, admitting, “I am maybe not the best to answer any questions you have about this.”

“Will I be staying in Tokyo?” is all you can think to ask, mind racing at the prospect of even a little freedom from this quarantine.

“At first, but I believe the goal is to reintroduce you to Night City should you continue to progress---” his words are choked off when you quickly grasp hold of his shoulders, pulling him into another hug. Just like before, he freezes, though this time he recovers enough to loosely hug you back.

“Thank you, Goro, for everything.”

---

The Corpo Plaza apartment didn’t feel like home, but it was closest to Arasaka tower and the Biotechnica building--- both of which you have to visit frequently. Well, at least it was less frequently than when you’d first been sent back to Night City, but it still wasn’t worth the constant drive from a different district.

Your fingers trace along the metal outlining your face as you glance at yourself in the mirror, having just finished a shower. The cyberware embedded in your cheeks is similar to what you had originally, though slightly different. You like it all the same, even if it had to be approved by Arasaka first. Every day you felt more like yourself, but you doubt you’ll ever be 100% you again. Too much has changed for this sense of newness to ever leave.

Even when you had reconnected with Victor, he looked at you like something uncanny. A dead woman walking. Misty could barely manage to look at you at all. Panam and the Aldecaldos had migrated; you were still waiting for her to return your call to figure out what they were up to these days. Judy was long gone, but getting out of Night City was maybe the best thing she could’ve done after everything.

Only Johnny’s old contacts seemed to remind you of who you were, and perhaps that’s because they’d never truly gotten to know you too well. Then, there was the feeling of loss that still gripped your soul. The ghost of Johnny Silverhand haunting your every thought and plaguing your dreams at night. You doubt you’ll ever be free of him. You hope he never fully fades from your psyche.

As much as it hurts, you still love him.

In hindsight, that’s probably the real reason why it would never work out between you and Goro. You’re still holding a torch for a dead man, and you’ll never be truly satisfied with anyone else.

In the end, Johnny has truly ruined you. Maybe it’s his last laugh: your complete inability to move on.

Your deal with Arasaka at the beginning had been for them to save him. To put him away into Mikoshi for the rainy day that the technology existed for a body suited for him to be a reality. The contract required them to release him into Night City after he had been deemed healthy, but you knew as well as anyone that contracts like these had loopholes even with the best lawyers pouring over them. Arasaka could truly do whatever they wanted with him once he was out of your head, other than destroying his engram.

When you had asked them the status on them holding up that end of your bargain, you had been met with cryptic answers. Hanako refused to meet with you, and you were in no shape without your combat cyberware to hunt her down yourself.

You’re terrified, honestly, at the idea of never seeing him again, nearly as much as you fear facing him.

Sighing, you step away from the mirror to move towards your bedroom while you towel-dry your hair as best you can. Tomorrow you were to report to Arasaka for your end-of-the-year testing and physical. Hellman would probably personally chastise you for the pizza you’ve ordered tonight. It was far from the approved meal plan, but it wasn’t as easy to find food that fit the diet and still tasted good outside of Japan. Finally, you understood Takemura’s issue with Night City’s synthfood.

Still, if one slice of pizza was going to kill you, you figure it’s a good enough way to go. Anything beats being an Arasaka pencil-pusher for the rest of your days.

“Night City Legend, Felled by PieZ,” the headlines would read, and it wouldn’t even mention the billions you’d cost Arasaka if you died.

Water drips down your jaw and you wipe it away with the towel before tossing it into the hamper. Scooping up an oversized sweatshirt that screamed support for the debut album of SAMURAI, it soaks up the few water droplets you’ve missed when drying and effectively covers the dog tags against your chest. Looking down at the hamper, you wish that Arasaka would sign off on you having a pet finally. Nibbles was doing fine at Victor’s, but you missed that furless cat.

The sound of your holo ringing is accompanied by Goro’s face flashing in your caller ID, and you pick up after a few moments, “Yo?”

“こんばんは,” Goro appears with his hair pulled up into a bun, and you could’ve been fooled that it was the old days if not for the few extra gray hairs he seemed to have now. “Are you ready for tomorrow?”

“What? You worried I’ll disappoint?” you roll your eyes at his pointed look. “You know I’m doing great now, practically would be back to my old self if they’d ever let me get my combat cyberwear.”

“And you know that Arasaka has invested too much in you for you to involve yourself in a Night City street fight. Do not think they will approve all your requests tomorrow, V, regardless of your progress,” he speaks reasonably, and maybe that’s what grinds your gears the most. You know good and well that Arasaka has everything riding on you. If you successfully keep from pushing daisies they’ll move forward with Saburo’s resurrection. Hell, maybe they already were. For their one and only living test subject, you’ve been doing relatively well, if not a little hypersensitive at times still.

“Not every fight in Night City is one you pick. What if I need to defend myself, huh?”

“Do you feel in danger? Has something happened?” Goro’s voice has an edge to it, concern, and you shake your head.

“I’m just making a point. Most folks who die in this city are just in the wrong place at the wrong time. My combat chrome would give me an edge again. Call it an investment in keeping me alive,” you snort, and Goro’s lips quirk upwards at your dry humor.

“You can plead that to the panel tomorrow after you pass all their tests. I think you should… what is the phrase? Not get your hopes up?”

“Did you call me just to bum me out, Goro?” you sigh, moving through your kitchen to rummage through your fridge and find a NiCola.

“Only to discuss reality.”

“I think you’re just scared I’ll kick your ass with all my chrome one of these days for how sassy you are,” the sarcasm drips from your tongue, and this time Takemura does sound thoroughly amused.

“I would like to watch your attempt at that, but I think you will need to remove the pizza from your diet first, V,” then, he hangs up. Never one for drawn-out goodbyes. You think you prefer it that way.

“I could’ve kicked your ass while on an only-pizza diet, once,” you grumble to the apartment around you, taking a swig of the NiCola. The ring of the doorbell breaks you from the thoughts of just how you can get back at Goro for that comment, “Speaking of pizza…”

Barefoot, you stroll towards the door, hoping the delivery guy followed your instructions to leave your food at the door. You don’t want to deal with awkward small talk with another human right now. Not bothering to check the cams to see if your instructions have been followed, you let the door slide open with a swipe of your hand against the key screen.

The door is barely halfway open when a hand catches your throat and forces you back into the apartment, a body forcing you up against the entryway wall as you choke out a startled noise under a firm grip. Terror claws at your skin as you grab at the arm attached to the hand before you manage to get a good look at him when he stills against you, breathing hard. It takes a moment for wide eyes to take in enough of his features to recognize the dark eyes staring back at you.

“J---”

“You couldn’t help yourself from being corpo scum again, could you? Selfish, that’s what this whole thing was--- what you are,” his voice--- oh, fuck, his voice, it rings in your ears in a way it never has before. Deep, familiar, and real. Strained with anger and choked with a breathless fury, but something else breaks against the fire swirling in his eyes--- some relief that settles nearly as devastatingly in your bones as his skin lays heavy and warm against yours.

You can’t believe it. You must be hallucinating. You’ve finally cracked and lost it. Something was malfunctioning in your head, certainly, because there’s no way he’s here.

Your fingertips shake as they reach out, away from the firm grip he still has on your throat, to ghost against the slope of his jaw. The scruff of a beard still remained there, but was shorter than how he had lived in your head. The scars on his face were gone, along with the tattoos on what skin of his you can see beneath the leather jacket he wears. His left hand was at your throat, and it was made of flesh and bone, not metal.

He swats at your hand when you finally touch him, a hurt in his voice that was so real that you couldn’t trick yourself into believing he was just a hallucination, “Did you ever think about what I wanted, huh, when you chose this?”

But you still can’t get past the sight of him, finally managing, “Is… it really you?”

“Fuck yes, it’s me. What’s wrong with you?”

“Johnny,” you gasp his name, nails digging into his pristine forearm, tears nearly blinding you as they well in your eyes at the overwhelming emotion that surges from your chest. You can’t hold it together, trembling against him, and only then does his grip soften at your throat.

His voice sounds devastatingly mournful as he growls in the quiet of your apartment, “You sold us both to fuckin’ Arasaka, V. Look what they did to you. You’re their property. Doesn’t it make you sick? Some things are worse than death, and I doubt ‘Saka will ever leave us to it, now.”

You hear what he’s saying. It sounds just like him, and your heart breaks at the sound. At the warmth of him, and the way his dark hair ghosts around his cheeks slightly shorter than you remember it being before. He’s really here, and he hates you.

His voice cracks, “Why are you crying?”

“I-I missed you,” you confess between the sobs, trying to swallow up the emotion. Damning yourself for not holding it together better than this at the sight of him, but it was such a shock, and only one thing could run through your mind as dreadful regret sank into your soul, “a-and now you’re going to hate me forever.”

He looks at you like he’s stunned by the words coming from your mouth, or maybe he’s shocked it’s all you’re capable of saying when you’ve betrayed him as thoroughly as he perceives.

“Shit, V,” he murmurs, reaching up to drag his thumb against your cheek and wiping away the messy tears that trailed there. He looks down at you like he’s almost annoyed at you for crying, but there’s a strange look in his eyes that you can’t fully place. “I wish it was something as easy as hating you, but I just can’t seem to catch a fuckin’ break.”

The confusion at his words nearly stuns your tears into small hiccups as you breathe, “What?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to hate you,” it sounds like dread on his tongue, like fear and grief for the situation you’ve both found yourselves in. It sounds like a confession, from his lips, “I don’t think I’ll be able to forgive you for what you’ve done to me, either. I haven’t felt right without you since I woke up in this damn useless body. Feels like I should still be in yours.”

A breathless huff escapes you, almost akin to a laugh, as you realize what he’s trying to say, “You missed me, too, huh, rockerboy?”

“You’re the only thing about this damned city I missed,” he crowds you in, pressing you fully into the wall with his own body. “Not drugs, not alcohol, not music--- I came back here for you. Bein’ clean and having to put up with those ‘Saka corpo-drones has been the worst time of my life, by the way, but I did it because they said you were alive.” He looks at you, a hint of incredulousness in his eye, when he asks, “What the hell kind of a deal did you make with them?”

You’re terrified to tell him, but you can’t lie to him. Not after everything.

“I’m the reason Saburo Arasaka will live.”

Johnny curses, fury twisting his face, but the defeat is worse, “I should hate you. Fuck, why can’t I hate you?”

“I’m sorry---”

“Don’t lie to me,” he cuts you off, biting, “you’re not sorry. You don’t care if Saburo Arasaka lives or dies so long as we get to live.”

“Fine, you’re right,” anger flares in your own gut, exhausted annoyance lacing your tone, “but is that such a crime? I want to be okay again, Johnny! I want you to be okay, too!”

“And you’ll sell our souls for it?!”

“God, you’re such a dramatic asshole!” you nearly scream, slamming your eyes shut in your distress, “Go ahead and blame me for falling in love with a dead man, too, then! I should’ve known it would kill us both, but I couldn’t stop myself from loving you, Johnny! I wouldn’t have been able to go on knowing I’d left you to die, okay? That’s why I did this! Call me a selfish bitch if you want to; maybe you’re right---”

“Yeah? Well, I guess maybe I’m to blame for falling in love with a selfish bitch,” he growls, so close that his nose touches yours, and your eyes snap open just as he leans in to crash his lips against yours. It’s not wholly unlike the last kiss you shared with him, when he was just sparks on your neurons, and yet it’s entirely different.

There’s a taste to him now, but it’s not the cigarettes you had expected, but more akin to nicotine gum. Has he stopped smoking? He smells like leather and some sort of amber-scented cologne that has you weak in the knees.

But the way he kisses you is what nearly scrambles all coherent thought. He’s so warm and firm against you, the reality of his touch, tongue, and lips against yours desecrates the memory of the slight stimulation your neurons had simulated when he’d been in your head. Johnny seems to be in no better a state at the feeling of you against him, gasping into your mouth when your hands find his hair to drag him closer, and all the while all you can think is how happy you are that he is alive here and now.

It barely feels like it should be real.

He parts from you, catching his breath and staring at you with a look that sends heat rippling down your spine, flushing your skin in its wake.

You blink at him, head lulled back, and whisper through the feeling of having him back, like some piece of your soul coming home, “Fuck, I missed you, Johnny, so much.”

“You’re probably the only one, choom.”

“That’s not true. There’s Rogue, and Kerry---”

“They got their closure when I was hitchhiking in your skull. How can I just waltz back into their lives now?”

You tilt your head at him, “It can’t be that the Johnny Silverhand who was never afraid to die, is actually scared to live?”

He scoffs, leaning away from you with a roll of his eyes, “Is that the kinda’ psychobabble your ‘Saka shrink has been feeding you?”

“Could be,” you shrug, and a glint of the light at the metal around your neck catches his eye, “don’t mean it isn’t true.”

“What’s this?” he invades your space again, dragging a fingertip to loop at the chain at your neck, leading beneath your sweatshirt, and tugging it until the necklace drags into view. Dogtags clink in his hand and his eyes snap back up to yours in shock, “These--- you still have ‘em?”

Your cheeks heat with the find, and you don’t know why it’s so embarrassing even after you’ve told him that you’re in love with him. Of course you would’ve kept his dog tags. It only makes sense, but you want to defend it. The words crawl up your throat, and it takes all you have to swallow them down.

Instead, you reach up to begin to remove them, “You should probably have them back, now.”

Johnny’s hand catches yours, stilling it, “I… don’t know if I’m ready to step back into ‘em right now. ‘Sides, maybe I like the look of ‘em on you.”

You search his gaze, but he seems sure enough about the decision, “Alright. I’ll keep them, for now.”

“Good… It suits you,” a ring of the apartment door breaks you from whatever scrutiny weighed heavy in Johnny’s eyes. “The fuck is that?”

“My pizza this time, I hope,” you huff, pushing him back just enough to escape from between him and the wall. “I don’t know if I can take two of you showing up at my door tonight.”

Johnny trails after you, watching you open the door and pluck the pizza box from the ground where the delivery guy had left it as instructed, “Good news, there’s only one Johnny Silverhand.”

Turning towards him, you smirk, “Luckily.”

“Screw you.”

“You wish.”

#johnny silverhand fanfic #cyberpunk 2077 fanfic #robert john linder fanfic #cyberpunk 2077 female reader insert #female reader insert #newstuff female reader insert #author meg #fanfiction #fanfic by me #nsft #trigger warning #trigger: drugs

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Gonna stir up a long reply, I know it, but I gotta ask…

If you were in V’s shoes would you choose to…

If you helped her escape, would you send Songbird to the moon after she tells you there’s only one cure, or give her to Reed so you got it?

If you chose to help Reed capture her out of hopes he could cure you both, would you accept Song’s request to end her life, or would you spare her and send her back to the NUSA?

And then this one really gets people going, whether she went to the moon or went back with Myer’s, do you have any headcanons for how she’d escape/come back to V? (We all know she’d want to, don’t lie…)

You wanted long answer and you got it 😆

Before I begin responding to the first and second question, one thing needs to be said:

It all depends on who your V is at this point in the story, because as I see it every outcome has its own reasonings.

In both cases V has to ask themselves - how desperate are they to live? How much are they willing to sacrifice to save themselves? Or is there something more important in life than survival after all?

Siding with Songbird

If V sides with Songbird they chose to trust her. They chose to stand by her side in a suicide plan of getting to the Moon. They chose to go to war with FIA and NUSA's president. Did they do it only because So Mi promised them a cure? Or did V relate to Songbird and saw themselves in her? Do they sincerely want to help her break free and end the cycle of suffering?

Betraying So Mi in this path, at least for me, feels much much worse than her addmiting that she lied to V about the cure.

It's undeniable that V and Songbird go through very similar processes - Song is being teared apart by AIs and can only watch as her own self dissappears, while V's self is being overwritten by Johnny's engram. (I also see more similarities between them if V's a corpo, but I won't get into that rn). Whether we like it or not - they are much alike and V already proven themselves desperate for any kind of cure. So Mi' s desperation is the very same if not bigger. As I see it, if V calls Reed in this outcome, they're not only betraying Song, but also themselves.

The Killing Moon is a ride-or-die situation. V keeping their word to So Mi and staying by her side until the very end is the most emotional and beautiful outcome in my opinion. Yes, Song lied about the cure and betrayed them, yet they understood her reasons. They saw something in helping her that was more important than their own life. (A thing of beauty...?) They could've called Reed, they could've saved themselves... Yet, they chose her life over theirs. I don't know about you, but in a brutal world of Cyberpunk such thing feels so heartwarming?

As Mike Pondsmith once said - cyberpunk isn't about saving the world. It's about saving yourself. So maybe in order to save themselves V has to realise that ends don't justify the means? That perhaps saving themselves is not worth the cost?

Siding with Reed

Now, let's say V doesn't trust Songbird - which is compeltly valid - or they just believe Reed's promise of the cure more.

During Somewhat Damaged V sees So Mi's past - they literally live through her memories of being used as a tool for her entire life. V gets even better understanding as of why Song did what she did than in Killing Moon path. V has to make a heartbreaking choice - do they show Songbird mercy or are they so desperate to save their own life that they are willing to sacrifice her despite everything they just saw?

If V spares Song, we all know what happens in the new ending - V gets to start their life anew, living the 'quiet life' of being no one. Because "sometimes you gotta let go... "The only question that remains to be answered is - was it worth the cost?

Again, saving yourself or saving the world? Sacrificing someone else for your own life or doing 'the right thing' and fulfilling So Mi's last wish? In making which choice will you truly save yourself?

For me personally, the latter is a better option, because there are more things to life than survival for the sake of survival. V is responsible for what happenes to So Mi in this path (death or fate worse than death🙃). Just a shame Songbird is the one who has to pay for the consequences.

Headcanon

The implications about Blue Eyes in The Killing Moon confirmed for me that "Don't Fear The Reaper - Sun Ending" is a canon ending for my story. The AI conspiracy, V's situation after Mikoshi (something that I don't see people talk about - please, let's remember V was killed by the Soulkiller. Think about the consequences of it ;)), Songbird's famous ability to land neck-deep in shit gives me an idea how their paths could cross again...

I am writing fanfic about this, so for more details you'll have to be patient for a little longer :)

#long post #thank you for this ask!!#sorry if I made any spelling/logical mistakes it's 1am when I'm writing this #songv #song so mi #songbird #v #phantom liberty #cyberpunk 2077

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Questions for Writers

I was tagged by @corpocyborg! Thank you, bb!! ♡

Last book I read: I still haven't finished There's No Such Thing as an Easy Job Kikuko Tsumura I started back in January, lmao. Not for any reason other than I just haven't been in the right headspace to sit down and read for the past few months--What I have read of it is great, so hopefully, I can make the time to pick it up again.

Greatest literary inspirations: I like the female protags in Karin Slaughter novels, and I love Tanya Huff's Torin Kerr from her Confederation series--I'm sure they've inspired me on some level. Oh, and Phedre from Jacqueline Carey's Kushiel books, too, although it's been ages since I read those. But I think most of my inspiration actually comes from other forms of media. I love the action babes of the late 90s/early 00s: Lara Croft is the number one inspo here, and pretty much all of Michael Turner's comic girls but especially Sara from Witchblade. And I think Better Call Saul is easily one of the best-written shows ever made--That's one I always go back to when I feel like I need to refill the inspo well.

Things in my current fandoms I want to read but I don't want to write: I have a confession: I usually only read a ton of fic when I first get into a fandom and I can't get enough and I just want to soak it all up, but after a certain point, I just don't have a lot of headspace for other people's stories. 😬 I feel bad about it sometimes, and it's not like I never read anything after that point, but 90% of the time, what I wanna write is what I wanna read. It's kind of a closed loop, I guess.

Things in my current fandoms I want to write but I think nobody would be interested in them but me: Well, I'm not at all deterred by being the only person interested in something I write, haha. One of my favorite one-shots I've ever written is between my Cousland and Hawke meeting briefly at Ostagar, and it's probably my least popular fic on AO3 by a big margin. But I do like deep-diving into my own OCs, and it generally is harder to get an audience for fic that doesn't have canon characters. Ain't gonna stop me, though!

You can recognize my writing by: Lots of pining and banter; obvious thesaurus abuse

My most controversial take (current fandom): Yeah, no, not gonna be sharing my actual most controversial takes, lmao.

But I do also love the Devil ending! I don't think there's one objectively "best" ending--What's good for one V isn't necessarily good for another--But for my Valerie, it suited her story the best. I love the poetry of her going back to Arasaka after getting fired by them, I love storming Arasaka Tower with Goro, I love the conflict with Johnny, I love making Goro confront how fucked up the Arasakas are, I love the possibilities of Mikoshi--The only way it would have been better for me is if this nixed idea had actually been put into action.

And I wish we could roleplay a V that is actually more "pro"-corpo in the game, especially if we had the corpo lifepath. Sticking it to the man is sexy and all, but I just love delving into characters that align themselves with shitty institutions and exploring different motivations (I personally like cynical pragmatism/self-preservation and delusional idealism) that lead a person there.

Top three favorite tropes: 1) Rivals to friends to lovers 2) Mutual pining 3) Forced proximity

What’s your current writing mood (10 – super motivated and churning out words like crazy, 0 – in a complete rut): Like, 0.5, lmao. I've been rereading and organizing my WIPS, so there's some effort being put in there, but I'm very much in one of my "ummmm, how do I even write fiction?" phases.

Share a random frustration: I have ZERO discipline when it comes to writing. I need to be in a fully feral, totally isolated from distractions place or I just can't get shit done. When I'm in the zone, I'm in the fuckin' zone, but I get like 3 months of that every 5 years, lmao.

Tagging (with no pressure, as always) @ur-friendly-nbhd-cardassian, @dread-red-queen, @vorchagirl, and @aceghosts <333

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multi-fandomlovers-world · 1 year

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The Fort

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish x Fem! Girlfriend reader

This is part 2

Summary: After being away for more than a month, Johnny finally got to return home to you. Johnny kept his promise about the fort and movie date night. All he wanted to be with you and hold you but he also craved what he's been missing.

N/A: This took me so long to write so I'm so sorry it took so long! But I'm so feral for this man and I love him so much. I hope you all enjoy!!

Category: Fluff, Smut, Established Relationship, Mentions of injury,Happy Ending

Warnings: Explicit Content, Minors DNI, Soft Dom, Kissing, Making out, Dirty Talk, Praise, Spanking, L-Bombs, Grinding,Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Blowjob, Multiple Orgasms, Unprotected Sex, P n V, Missionary,Doggystyle, Creampie, Aftercare

Reblogs And Comments Are Highly Appreciated!!! :)

"Hey hen, I'm heading home finally! I'll be home in 20 minutes, but do I need to get anything before I head home to you? I love you! -Johnny"

"Hey love,I'm so excited to see you finally coming home to me! No, I already called and got us Chinese food. I love you too and see you soon!"

You smiled and got up excitedly from where you had been sitting on the couch and walked over to the mirror, looking at yourself and to make sure you looked decent. You walked over to the door and grabbed the food that had been delivered. Closing the door behind you and walking over to the kitchen, you set all the food out on the counter as well as plates, silverware, and napkins. Soft music played in the living room as you got yourself a glass of cold water and waited for back out in the living room. A few minutes later had gone by and you heard Johnny's Jeep pulling up to the side of the house. You got up and ran towards the door to open it in excitement, seeing Johnny with a duffle bag and a small bouquet of flowers in his hands. He smiled and ran towards you, dropping everything as the door closes behind you. Before you could say anything, Johnny pulled you close to him and hugged you tightly. You wrapped your arms around him and smiled into his neck. He finally pulled away and looking your eyes, seeing small tears come out. He caressed your cheek and he said,"God, I missed you so much". You let out a soft laugh and said,"I missed you too, baby". Johnny's hands went down to your waist and he kissed you passionately. You wrapped your arms and him and returned the kiss. You missed his touch and his presence so much. Johnny grabbed his bag from off the floor and said," I'm gonna take a quick shower and then I'll come help set up the fort".

"I..I thought you had forgotten about the fort we talked about", You said, in surprise that he did remember his promise. "I may forget things sometimes but never when it comes to you, bonnie", Johnny said, looking at you with a small grin planted on his face. He kissed your forehead before walking over to the bathroom and hoping into the shower. A few minutes had gone by, Johnny got out of the shower, putting on a grey t-shirt and some black sweatpants and walked back out into the living room, seeing you staring to set up the fort. "Here, I'll do the lights if you can start getting the blankets", Johnny said, lending you a hand as you nodded and got the blankets and pinned them where they needed to be. After putting everything, you got out of the fort, seeing Johnny grabbing his plate and getting food. You see a bandage wrapped around his arm, which makes you furrow your eyebrows together and walked over to him to look at it.

He stopped what he was doing and could see you were clearly worried, seeing that he had been cut. Johnny cupped your face and had you look up at him. His gentle soft eyes looking into yours. "It's just a cut,baby. I'm ok, I swear",Johnny said, trying to reassure you. "I just worry about you, Johnny. I know your job is dangerous and all. I just.. I just wish you-", you said, looking away from him for a moment. Johnny pulls your chin so you can look him back in the eyes. "I know that you worry, Bonnie. You're right, my job is dangerous and it puts me in serious situations, but that's not gonna stop me from coming home to my beautiful girl and loving you", Johnny said, looking at you with a gentle smile. You nodded and sighed in relief before going to grab your food and go sit in the fort with Johnny. You picked out a movie and sat next to him watching it. His arm was around you, caressing your back lightly.

During the movie, you noticed that Johnny was looking at you more than the movie. You looked back at him and smiled. "What are you thinking about", you said softly. He cupped the face of your face, feeling how soft your skin was. "I want to feel you",Johnny said, almost in a whisper. You parted your lips before he collapsed his lips onto yours. You climbed on top of him, allowing him to wrap his arms around you. Your hands wrapped around his neck, making the kiss more passionate. He hummed softly, letting his hand travel down to your waist and then throwing his hands under your shirt, pulling it up lightly. You took off your shirt, leaving you in just your bra. "God, you are so fucking beautiful, Bonnie", Johnny said, while he began to kiss your neck softly and unclipping your bra. You let out soft moans while allowing your hands to roam through his hair. You threw your bra somewhere and his hands roamed your chest, feeling your breasts and squeezing them lightly. He started licking and sucking on your breasts while letting out soft moans. You pulled at his shirt, and he took it off. He laid down, letting you climb on top of him, and you kissed his neck and his toned chest. He watched and let out moans and biting his lip. Your hands ran over his sweatpants, feeling that he was already rock hard.

He lifted his hips as you pulled his sweatpants and boxers down, letting his cock hit his stomach. He bit his lower lip, watching you as you teased him with your tongue against the tip of his cock. He moaned and ran his hand through your hair, guiding you how he wanted it. You bobbed your head slowly up and down on his cock, making him twitch lightly. You stopped and kissed your way back up his chest and neck. He moved your hair out of the way, and kissed you softly before rolling on top of you. He started removing your shorts and panties. Johnny started rubbing your clit, feeling that you were already soaked. "Fuck, are you this wet for me already, baby? Would you like it if I fingered you, hm?",Johnny said, looking at you and his eyes were filled with lust just as much as you were. You moaned softly, and nodded, letting your head fall back lightly.

"Come on, baby, use your words. What Do you want me to do to you?"

"Ahh..I.. I want you to finger me please, Johnny"

"Mmm Good Girl. You beg so well for me"

He kissed your neck softly as he let two fingers go in and you. You moaned louder, arching your back in pleasure. He stopped kissing your neck, and looked at you. He watched your reaction as your mouth was open, letting out those beautiful moans and your eyes fixed on him, allowing him to see how bad you wanted him. He sucked on your breasts again while fingering you and he made his way down to your thighs, kissing them lightly. He started licking your pussy, wanting to feel how good you taste. You arched your back again and ran your hands through his hair. "Mm baby, you taste so good. Cum for me. Cum on my face,baby", Johnny said, with his head buried in between your thighs and running his hands all over your body. You moaned and could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your climax, and you came. He hummed and moaned in pleasure. He pulled away and you could see him wiping off his chin before coming back up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself.

You smiled and so did he, before rubbing his cock against your entrance. "I love you so much, baby", Johnny said, kissing you softly. "I love you too, Johnny. So much", You said, while moaning into his mouth. He pushed himself into you slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size. You moaned and held onto him by his shoulders. He groaned as he cock went all the way in, before he started moving in and out of you at a steady pace. You moaned in his ear, letting him know how good he felt in his ear. He moaned as well and held onto your body. "Fuck you're tight, baby", He said, moaning. Your moans filled the room as well as his moans, and the skin lightly slapping against each other. You ran your hands over his back and clawed his back lightly. You could feel yourself getting close again and you wanted to cum so bad. "You getting close again, baby? Cum on my cock. Tell me how much you missed me",Johnny said, in your ear and moaned. "Ahhh! Ahh fuck Johnny! I missed you so much. I wanna cum on your cock so badly", you said, moaning loudly. He sped up a bit and that made you reach your climax again and he groaned, seeing your legs turning into jelly.

He pulled out of you and said," Get on your hands on knees baby". You turned around and lifted yourself off the ground. Your legs were completely spread apart and Johnny could see that you were soaked and throbbing for more. He spanked your ass which made you jump a little before rubbing your entrance again. He pushed himself inside you, and you moaned louder. He moaned as he began to thrust harder and deeper into you, making you bite down on the pillow. "That's It, good girl. You're taking my cock so fucking well", Johnny said, while bending down to you, kissing the back of your shoulder. He slapped your ass again, and then gripped it hard so he could thrust harder into you. Your moans were so loud that you thought you might wake the neighbours, but you didn't care. You were seeing stars at this point and could feel yourself getting close again as he started hitting your g-spot. "Ahh!.. ah baby.. fuck I'm gonna cum, cum with me, please?", He said with his voice sounding deeper. You came hard, and held onto the blanket hard. Johnny came in you right after. He moaned loud and caught his breath as well as you did too.He found his shirt and cleaned you up as well as himself.

"Are you ok, Lass?

"Yeah, I'm good just my legs feel like Jell-O"

"Mmm you did so well for me, baby. Come on, let's go jump in the shower and get cleaned up. We should probably clean up the blankets too so we kinda made a mess", Johnny says, chuckling. You laughed softly, and got up with him to follow him to the shower. He held you so wouldn't fall. A few minutes after showering and cleaning up the blankets by throwing them in the laundry, you and Johnny finally laid back down in the fort. You laid on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. He traced his hand over your back and hair lightly, loving the feeling that you're close to him. "I miss you so much, lass. I'm so happy to be home with you. I love you", Johnny said, with a smile on his face and he kissed your forehead. "I missed you too, Johnny. I'm glad you are home now with me and I love you too", You said, tiredly as you began to drift off to sleep. He smiled again softly, watching you as you fell asleep on him. He kissed your forehead one more time before getting comfortable and falling asleep with you.

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persistence

Once an attacker manages to gain access to the network, via exploit or other method of compromise, they will seek to gain some measure of persistence, i.e. a way of maintaining their access. That access can then be leveraged to allow them to further explore the network, exfiltrate data, and escalate privileges.

water wears away stone

3.6k - explicit - cw: dysphoria, suicidal ideation

Post-ending. Valentine is back working for Arasaka, but she still secretly makes time for Johnny, who is body-hopping in dolls with Alt's help (and the doll's permission). Things go a little different from usual.

written for @silverv-week :3 (prompt: no-tell motel)

It’s a rainy day in Night City– a rainy day in a string of rainy days that’s turned streets into spent fuel pools, stripping all the grime off the buildings to collect in the gutter. The whole city smells like a sewer, and inside the bar where Johnny sits waiting he can also smell the moldy bloom of rot. Things are busier than usual, full of gonks looking to drown their sorrows in alcohol instead of floodwater. The space he’s carved out for himself has grown smaller and smaller, his neighbors crowding in around his stool, some of them just looking to get the bartender’s attention and some of them buzzing like flies on meat.

He tries to wave down the bartender for another drink, but another body slides in front of him– some two-bit corpo with a cheap suit just starting his night. There are times when Johnny misses his body more than others, and this is one of them– just the sleazy smile on the other man’s face makes him wish he could rearrange it. But dolls are built for flash, not fire, and his arm is perfectly polished Realskinn, not heavy metal.

“You look too good to be here alone,” the corpo says, “Who’re you waiting for?”

“Waiting for a goddamn drink,” Johnny snaps, setting his empty glass down onto the bar with a heavy thunk.

The man laughs, but it’s a mean superior little laugh. “I can help with that.”

“Fuck off,” Johnny says. “Got a better chance of getting your dick sucked by bending over.”

“Hey, bitch–“ All of the corpo’s charm dissolves into an arrogant sneer. “–you’d better watch how you speak to me.

“Or what?” Johnny asks, leaning in. “You gonna cry to daddy?”

The corpo grabs his arm, and on instinct Johnny throws a quick jab up into his jaw. His head snaps back, but his grip stays strong as he drags Johnny closer and the first set of alarm bells start ringing as he realizes he’s not strong enough to just pull free. “You’re gonna pay for that you cheap fucking whore–“

The asshole is cut off by someone suddenly grabbing his shoulder and punching him in the back of the head so hard he collapses like a puppet with its strings cut, hitting the floor with a crash that causes a silence to settle in the bar save for the blare of the television. V stands over his body, soaked to the bone, hair plastered to her face, and a slight sneer on her lips. Her chrome left hand is still curled into a tight fist. She rolls the body over with her foot, eyes sparking for a moment before she loses interest and steps over him to join Johnny at the bar.

He always wonders if she’ll recognize him, but she always does. This time is no exception. She smiles at him, in the way that gets his blood pumping even higher, and more importantly, even lower. The corpo she laid out had been drinking something brown– she tosses it back and sets the glass down with a thunk and a contented sigh. Johnny grabs her by the collar to pull her down for a kiss and tastes some kind of sickly sweet brandy on her tongue, hears the drunken laughter of their neighbors at the bar. She pulls away first, letting out a deep breath but keeping her head bowed so their foreheads touch.

“Was starting to think you weren’t coming,” he tells her.

“Had to wait to make my entrance,” she says, darkly amused.

“My own personal knight in shining armor.” He pulls her closer by her belt buckle and hears the smile in her sharp exhale. “You hoof it all the way here from downtown?”

“Got busy–“

They’re interrupted by the groan of the idiot still entangled in between the bar stool legs and V’s feet. She watches impassively as he struggles to pull himself free and then staggers to his feet, holding the back of his head with one hand. His eyes flick to Johnny first, full of rage, but then he meets V’s eyes and decides to cut his losses. A few of the other patrons jeer and laugh as he leaves, entertained by a little run of the mill humiliation. V leans back against the bar and preens, still wearing her corpo arrogance like a second skin as she slides in close enough to touch him.

“Don’t look so pleased with yourself, you only sucker punched the gonk.” He finally has a chance to wave the bartender down for another drink, more eddies sliding away from his borrowed account. “My grandma could have done it.”

“Your grandma was a mean old drunk with a meaner left hook.” V’s back is still to the bar, her eyes scanning the rest of the crowd, restless with adrenaline. “Family trait.”

“Where the hell have you been?” Johnny asks, suddenly feeling the full force of the alcohol hitting him like a fist to his own skull. “Been sitting on my ass here for hours.”

“Where the hell have I been?” she repeats, mockingly. “I’ve been working at my fucking job. Unlike you I have responsibilities.”

She finally meets his eye, and it’s one of those disorienting moments where he can feel what’s going on underneath the surface just by looking at her– nerves clanging, teeth grinding, skin itching. She’s stuffed to the gills with stims, primed to pick a fight with anyone who rubs her the wrong way, himself included. He hooks his fingers around her belt buckle again, pulling her in close for another kiss. This time she doesn’t try to pull away, but growls into his mouth, fingers digging into his hips.

“Trying to charm me?” she accuses, when they finally break, breathing hard. She pauses. “You look good.”

“I always look good.”

V exhales sharply through her teeth. “Fuck you.”

“Something really got your tighty whities in a twist, huh?” He kisses her cheek. “Let’s get out of here.”

Her grip on his hips tightens, her left hand painfully tight. “Don’t try to fucking manage me.”

“Stop being such an uptight corpo bitch.” He tries to kiss her again but she pulls away and he settles for grabbing her by the tie. “Now you want to fight or you want to do something more fun?”

She’s about to argue some more, but before she can think of anything cutting her eyes land on his chest and linger there. He grins and cups his hands under his borrowed set of overflowing tits, and she sighs in irritation. “Don’t know why the hell I put up with you”

They set out into the rain, which has turned into more of a drizzle. He has another reason to hate the shoes he’s strapped into, open toes letting in cold, filthy water. Rosie had offered to give him a quick lesson on heels, and he wishes he’d taken her offer instead of laughing at her. Maybe then she would have agreed to change into something he could actually walk in instead of laughing right back.

He slips and nearly eats shit, V catching his arm and holding him upright. She stifles her laughter, but he knows she’s suppressing a grin. “Where the hell are we going?”

“Close,” he says, righting himself and gestures with his chin to where the bright sign of the No-Tell gleams brightly in the gray mist.

“Fuck, I hate that place.”

“You got a better idea?”

The corner of her mouth creases into a deep frown along with her furrowed brow. It’s charming, although he’d never be stupid enough to tell her, at least not while she’s got a whole foot on him.

“You always take me to the shittiest places,” she says, in such a sweetly saccharine tone that he nearly falls over laughing again before she yanks him back into motion.

The inside of the motel is more crowded than usual, humid smoke saturating the lobby, separated into two groups of people: those avoiding eye contact and those trying to catch attention to sell a little comfort. A few of the latter give Johnny a professional sneer– he’s the wrong class of whore for this neighborhood. V heads straight for the kiosk, not even pausing before she’s pulled out her knife and starts prying off a side panel. It doesn’t take her long to pull it free, and there’s a warp to the metal that suggests she’s far from the first to do so.

“You’ve got the eddies, just pay for it,” he says, freeing his left foot and putting his bare foot down on the floor with a sigh of relief. Prosthetics have gotten much better than he remembers. He can feel every detail of thin, crusty carpet covering concrete underfoot, but at least he doesn’t have to worry about tetanus. And it’s better than being hobbled.

“I am not paying for a room in the motel where I got shot in the head,” V mutters, already recalling her personal link into her wrist with a snap.

He grunts, prying off the right heel and throwing it down next to the other one. “Should qualify you for some sort of discount, at least.”

She turns to look at him and wrinkles her nose. “This floor is filthy.”

“You sound like that old ronin.”

The look she gives him in response is fit to kill. She bends to snatch up his discarded shoes with one step and scoops him up in the next, grunting as she adjusts him in her arms.

“Alright, princess. Your tower awaits.”

“Easy there, tiger, you’re going to throw out your back,” he says. It’s not so bad, getting carried around. Closest he usually got to this kind of thing was crowd surfing, but with this, there’s only one set of hands feeling him up. He leans into V’s neck and kisses her over her pulse point, provoking a sound that is halfway between a laugh and a growl.

“Next time you do all the lifting,” she grumbles, shifting him in her grip as she waves her hand over the lock and then shoulders the door open.

Johnny’s been thrown around plenty of times, but there’s something different about it when his back is on the mattress and he’s looking up at someone he couldn’t wrestle his way out from under. He doesn’t always miss his arm, but he misses it now, feels naked without it. V isn’t even looking at him, eyes scanning the room with a frown, annoyed by the mess, or the memory of the place, or maybe both.

“Hey,” he says, interrupting her train of thought. “Eyes on the prize. I can’t tell, are you supposed to be Prince Charming or the dragon?”

She grins, pleased as a cat with the cream on both comparisons. “Which do you prefer?”

He moves to the edge of the bed, annoyed by the way his dress restricts his movement, but equally gratified by the way it draws her attention. When he’s in some chump with nice hands she wants to fight. When he’s in some chick who can barely see over the counter she wants him to tell her what to do. If he points that out she’ll probably try and strangle him.

“C’mere,” he says, tugging her closer by the belt.

He’s been on the other side too many times to count, so he knows what it means when she moves in close, suddenly quiet with concentration. As eager as any gonk to get her rocks off. She takes one look at his face and exhales sharply, turning away in embarrassment.

“Found your weakness,” he says, undoing her buckle and her pants, lifting up the only dry part of her shirt. She inhales as he kisses the soft part of her stomach. “Is it the tits, or the fact you can finally throw me around?”

V scoffs, hands making short work of the buttons of her shirt. “It’s definitely not your sterling personality.”

“Ouch,” he pretends to be wounded, slipping his hands around her hips and squeezing her ass. “Personality is all I’ve got left.”

“Fake it til you make it.”

She finishes unbuttoning her shirt and he helps her peel it off her skin, grinning as she tenses her stomach. After she’s ditched her shoes and pants she slides in behind him on the mattress, pulling him back into her lap and rucking up the skirt of his dress until she can spread his knees on the outside of her own. A small part of him wants to protest, but he can hardly think over the chaotic struggle of shame and lust he feels at being exposed, at being feminine and weak, and at feeling V solid behind him, knowing that there’s no part of him she could ever look at in disgust. It’s been lurking around here and there, but now it’s got him by the throat, and everything is wrong.

“Okay?” V asks, one reassuring hand on his thigh and the other– her chrome hand, tracing gentle circles around his collarbones. Her breathing is steady, and he matches himself to that. “You’ve gone quiet.”

“Fine,” he snaps, reaching back to grip the back of her neck in one hand. She shivers at the contact and for some reason makes the tension in his stomach dissolve. He doesn’t have to explain anything to her. “Fine.”

V hums, leaning back so she can loosen the zipper to the dress. “You know this gives me an opportunity to teach you a thing or two?”

“Oh yeah? About what?”

Her damp skin sticks to his as she pulls him close to her chest again, the fabric of the dress suddenly pushing away from his tits, the slack enough to give a well positioned observer something extra, or to let a hand slip in. V finds a nipple and pinches, and Johnny goes from observer to specimen, the brief moment of pain mixed with pleasure, branching out from his core. He wants her hands all over him, to let her devour him whole.

“Fuck,” he says, and doesn’t even care that it doesn’t sound like his voice. “Get this thing off me. See what other things your mouth can do besides talking big.”

She’s happy to oblige, stripping him down with practiced ease. The best thing about V is she never asks any unnecessary questions, shows not the barest interest in why he’s in this body and yet seems to have a preternatural sense for the brief moments of discomfort that bubble up while she’s mapping him from toe to tip with her palms. The exercise is as much for her as it is for him, but he relaxes anyway, the sensation of her gently squeezing his tits going from strange to good in a way that still feels fragile.

He’s not prepared for how easily she lifts him so his legs are hooked over her shoulders, how vulnerable it feels to have her breath warm in sensitive places, how different it is from how it was with Kerry, when he was inside her in a different way. Then she puts her mouth on him and his only concern is chasing the high, abandoning all concerns about self to focus on her tongue and the bruising grip of her hands.

The alcohol works against him but still, he comes spectacularly, bucking and writhing. No sooner does she gently lower him down then she’s right back at it, the shock of her fingers sliding into him offset by the gentle kisses she feathers around his sensitive clit. He can’t think of anything except the way she alternates between rhythmic thrusting and the fluttering of her fingers, until she’s got him again– this time the pleasure not constrained to a single peak but a long wave, crashing over him until she deposits him back again into the sweaty nest of sheets that have somehow wrapped around his arms.

While he’s still enjoying the afterglow, she curls up against him with her face in his chest, and is almost immediately out like a light. She doesn’t stir. Not when he rests his hand on the back of her neck, or when he makes one feeble attempt to reach his cigarettes– almost a whole foot out of reach and taunting him where the pack sits in a pile of discarded clothing at the edge of the bed.

He holds out for another five or ten minutes, and then has to wriggle out from under her to take a piss. When he returns he finds her sprawled in the space he’s left behind, breathing slow and even, but not quite yet unconscious.

“How’s the crash?” he asks, and receives a grunt in response. “Didn’t even give me a chance to return the favor.”

“I don’t care.” She cracks open one eye and then closes it. “Rather sleep on your tits.”

He snags his cigs and lighter before laying down next to her, and she drags him closer and makes herself comfortable without ever opening her eyes. She even lets out a little sigh, like a dog settling in for a nap, grumbling when his laughter makes for an unsteady pillow.

“If you were so tired you could have said so,” he tells her, running fingers through her hair with one hand while he pulls out a cigarette with his teeth.

“Why?”

He pulls the cigarette out of his mouth, fiddling with it a bit. “I mean you could have canceled.”

Her head shoots up at the sound of his lighter, and before he can defend himself she’s snatched the cigarette from his lips. “No smoking in bed.”

“The hell do you mean, no smoking in bed?”

“It’s disgusting.”

“I guarantee a lot more disgusting things have been done on this bed.” He gestures to the cig with his chin. “C’mon, this ain’t exactly the Konpeki.”

V frowns at him so deeply he thinks she’s going to toss the cigarette to the side, but eventually she places it back in his mouth. There’s a certain amount of huffiness in the way she nuzzles back against him that means he’s going to be hearing about this again. She searches blindly for his free hand, and laces her fingers into his.

“I didn’t want to cancel,” she mumbles.

Johnny realizes too late there’s no ash tray. He flicks ash onto the comforter and watches the fibers melt into each other, and then stubs it out entirely. “Miss me, huh?”

She really must be exhausted, because for once V doesn’t deflect. “Yeah.”

They lay in comfortable silence for a while, and Johnny traces circles along V’s neck and spine, his craving for nicotine replaced by a feeling akin the way he used to lay awake at night and try to imagine metal and plastic was really flesh and bone. This body is as good as any other body because it isn’t his. This body is as worse as any other body because it isn’t V. Just another interchangeable part.

“Who knew we’d miss the good old days?” he asks.

V props herself up on her elbow so she can look in his direction, although her eyes are fixated somewhere over his shoulder. “I still talk to you. It’s not you, obviously, I don’t see you or hear you or anything.”

“You never let me win an argument,” he says, and it feels good to see her real smile, and not the one she uses to cover up something else.

“I can’t keep doing this,” she says. “One of these days I’m going to get sloppy. I feel like I’m falling apart, Johnny. I wish you’d just let me die.”

“Jesus, V–“ He sits up, but she doesn’t move a muscle, staring blindly forward with her teeth gritted. She’s trying not to cry. “What is it?”

Her mouth thins into a flat smile, and she wipes at her cheek. “Nothing. I’m just tired. Haven’t slept in…” Her expression goes blank, silently calculating. “I don’t know. Since Wednesday.”

In another few hours it will be Saturday. She does look exhausted, awake only through sheer iron will, the circles under her eyes darker than usual. She looks miserable too, in a way he hasn’t seen since he was inside her head. It’s her fault, walking right back into that fucking snake nest, too chickenshit to accept actual freedom.

“Go to sleep,” he says, leaning forward to kiss her. She sighs, leaning her forehead against his. “Got these huge cans, might as well put them to use.”

She chuckles, then clears her throat. “They are pretty great.” Her metal fingers are cool against his skin, light and tender before she pulls away. She bows her head, shifting so she can press a kiss where her hand was. “Going to keep them in the rotation?”

“Nah.” He threads his fingers through hers again as she settles back down to use him as a pillow. “Think you got the right idea about them. Besides, I miss the old bait and tackle.”

“You and your goddamn dick,” she grumbles.

“Jealous, huh?” He pets her hair, tracing the shell of her ear with his fingers. “Don’t have to keep doing this, you know. Could leave all that shit behind and live your life without some jackass telling you what to wear and what to eat and when to sleep.”

She sighs, but there’s not even a grumble of argument. No stubborn noises about her job being a part of her, what she’s good at, what she wants. He idly rubs his thumb over the small fine hairs at the base of her neck. He knows her inside and out better than anyone, and a lack of an answer is as good as confession. Between one minute and the next he feels her go slack, while he lays looking up at the slowly growing stain in the ceiling. Another day of rain like this and it’ll split open.

#silvervweek #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 fic #my fic #silverv #a pair of open graves #heart-thief valentine #johnny silverhand #johnny APT #non-binary v

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