#Johnny silverhand x reader

[gogogodzilla]

day 18, orgasm control

johnny silverhand x reader warnings: nsfw 18+,dirty talk, creampie, fingering, light angst at the end, johnny doesn't have a body but he also does???, reader is referred to as "v" kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

Johnny Silverhand was a parasite. But, he was your parasite, and as much as you wanted to hate his constant presence, it comforted you in a way. 

You tossed and turned under your thin covers, frustration brewing in your chest. Your mind raced with all the ways you could lull yourself into the unconsciousness you so desperately craved. 

Finally, you landed on an option, and you scanned your apartment, checking for that annoying figment of your imagination. He was nowhere to be found; you couldn’t even feel the slight burn from the smoke of his cigarettes in the back of your throat. 

You cautiously slipped a hand under your sleep shorts, waiting for him to appear in your peripherals. Slowly, you relaxed and began drawing slow circles onto your clit. You bit your lip, your frustration growing when you couldn’t get the right angle. 

You shimmied out of your shorts and underwear and kicked your blanket to the side. A sigh left your lips as you spread your legs, goosebumps covering your body as the nighttime air hit you. You tugged your shirt over your head and threw it to the side, moving a hand up to knead your breast while the other slid through your folds. 

You dipped a finger into your entrance before circling back up to your clit, teasing yourself. It’d been too damn long since you’d had any action, and you were close already. 

You slid a finger inside yourself and pumped it a few times before adding another one, stretching yourself. You extended your thumb to glide across your clit. The sounds of your core squelching with your movements filled the room, and you arched against the mattress. 

Your movements became hurried as your climax rapidly approached. You were so fucking close. 

“Damn, V,” Johnny breathed from the other side of your room, and your legs snapped shut. 

Your eyes darted open and met his, and you scrambled to cover yourself. His arms were crossed as he leaned against your bedroom wall, eyes scanning over your body. 

He shrugged, “Don’t stop on my account. I was enjoying the show.” 

“Fuck off, Johnny,” you snapped, pulling your covers closer. “You ruin everything.” 

He tsked and disappeared for just a moment before his form flashed to the end of your bed. He leaned back onto his hands and turned his head to look at you over his sunglasses. 

“I could tell how close you were, V. It’s a shame I couldn’t watch you cum all over those pretty fingers,” he hummed, and you couldn’t deny how your core ached at his words. 

You huffed and rolled your eyes, your dripping core contrasting your annoyance towards him. 

He disappeared once again and you thought you’d gotten rid of him for the night before he appeared, kneeling in front of your covered legs. His sunglasses were tucked neatly into his vest, allowing you to meet his eyes.

“Lemme help you,” he urged, a corporeal hand sliding up your calf. You knew he wasn’t actually there with you but, damn, it felt real. You still couldn’t wrap your head around how real his touch felt against your skin, but you’d given up trying to figure it out a long time ago. 

You relaxed in his touch and bit your lip. “I was doing just fine without you.” 

“I know,” he replied, breathless as his hand skated across your thigh. His free hand tugged away the covers to reveal your naked form. You instinctively moved to cover yourself with your hands, but he pulled them away. 

He nudged your shoulder so you were lying down, and he took up the space between your thighs. He ran his hands over your thighs, the cool metal of his hand making your muscles twitch under his touch. 

His hand moved to swipe through your folds, collecting your slick onto his fingertips. He circled your clit, and you arched against his touch, whining a little. His metal hand moved up to cup your breast, rolling your nipple between two of his fingers. 

He sunk a finger into your core, pumping it a few times. A breathy whine escaped you as he took his time with you. You’d expected Johnny to be the type of guy to get right to it when it came to fucking you. Clearly, you were wrong. 

His finger was quickly joined by another one, and you let a sigh as he worked you toward your release. 

He palmed himself through his jeans as he watched your greedy pussy swallow his fingers. He extended his thumb to rub against your clit, and a breathy moan left you. 

“You ever think about me while you’re playing with yourself, baby?” he questioned as he jutted his fingers deeper inside you. 

You nodded, reliving all the times your mind drifted to him while you touched yourself, wishing it was him instead. He groaned at your response and curled his fingers inside of you, reaching that spot that had your toes curling. 

Your release was dangerously close, and your walls fluttered against Johnny’s fingers. He panted as he continued to drive his fingers into your seeping core, filling your tiny bedroom with lewd noises. 

You rested a hand on his forearm, desperate to touch him. Just as you were about to teeter off the edge,  he removed his fingers. The whine you let out was borderline pathetic. 

“Johnny,” you mewled, tears of frustration dotting the corners of your eyes. 

He took his fingers into his mouth, groaning at the taste of you. He removed his fingers and popped the button on his jeans. His hand drifted past the waistband of his briefs, and he pulled out his cock. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched him stroke himself a few times. 

“Wanna see you cum all over my cock, baby,” he grunted as he slid his cock through your dripping folds. He plunged inside you without much resistance, and your legs wrapped around his hips. 

You knew this wasn’t really happening. It was just your brain malfunctioning and your neurons sending signals when they shouldn’t, but his cock buried inside you felt as real as anything you’d ever felt. 

His breathing quickened as you clenched around him, getting used to his length. After a few moments, he started moving his hips. Johnny fucked you like he meant it, and you expected no less. Every thrust of his hips was like he was trying to prove a point— like he was trying to prove that he was there. That it was his cock drawing those pretty noises out of you, and no one else’s. 

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss. You ran your tongue over his bottom lip, and he groaned against you. Johnny’s hand trailed over your thigh and to where you were joined, drawing lazy circles against your clit. 

He pulled away to leave wet kisses against the column of your throat. He nipped at the exposed skin, and you briefly wondered if he’d actually leave a hickey. 

His thrusts became short and rough as you neared your climax, once again. You wrapped your arms around him, bringing him impossibly closer. Your nails dug into the flesh of his back as arousal coursed through you. Johnny pressed his weight against you, hissing as you scratched him. He jutted into you like he was trying to convince you that he was real. That he was here to stay. 

“You feel so good, baby. C’mon, cum for me. Wanna feel you cum,” he pleaded, his words slurring together. 

At his words, you were coming undone, thanking whatever deity out there that he finally let you cum. You moaned out his name as he rutted inside you, chasing his own high while allowing you to ride out your own. His hips faltered and he groaned against you, his release coating your walls. You felt him fill you, and you swore you could feel his cock twitch within you.

He stilled within you as you both caught your breath. You snapped your eyes shut, savoring his touch. Your chest ached at how much you wanted him to be there with you— actually there with you and not just a figment of your imagination. 

He rested his head on your shoulder, pressing a kiss there before pulling out of you. He soothed the whine that left you with his lips against yours. You found yourself suddenly craving a cigarette, his own desires mixing with your own. 

You blinked, and he vanished before reappearing at your side with a cigarette dangling between his lips. His sunglasses were back in their usual spot, and he leaned his head against your headboard.

“Tired now?” he questioned, looking down at you. 

You turned on your side, resting your head on your arm, the ache in your chest growing. “Yeah, thanks.” 

“Don’t mention it.” 

Your throat tightened, and you weren’t sure how much of it was his sadness and how much was your own. You wished you could meet his gaze. You wished you could touch him, and you wished he was yours. You wondered if he felt the same way. 

“Johnny,” you called out, your voice thick with emotion. He hummed in response. You sighed, “I wish we had more time.” 

“Maybe in another lifetime, kid.”

#johnny silverhand #v cyberpunk #cp2077 #silverv #johnny silverhand x reader #johnny silverhand x v #cyberpunk #cyberpunk2077 #reader insert #no y/n #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #me: man this trope has been beaten to death #also me: *picks up a baseball bat* #johnny silverhand smut #johnny silverhand x v smut

[neon-junkie]

Dating Johnny silverhand Headcanons?

Gender-neutral reader!

Alive Johnny

I don't think I need to start these headcanons off by stating that Johnny puts on a 'tough guy' act, but here's a reminder.

He puts on a tough guy act.

I mean, Johnny is the type of guy to start on a man just for gawking at you. "Keep your eyes to yourself!" he'll bark before throwing a punch, which always leads to him getting his ass kicked, and you having to apologise to everyone as you (literally) drag him away.

But after the battle, Johnny will milk his injuries, and takes pleasure in lounging in your lap as you tend to his bruising eye.

"Did you see how hard I hit him, babe? Poor sucker hit the ground so hard!" blahblahblah, all whilst he's cooped up in your lap, one hand resting on his chest, whilst the other swirls his whiskey around in its tumbler.

Johnny's love language is a mix between quality time, and physical touch.

He's a little physically needy, but not always in public. His hand will almost always be around your waist, chest puffed out, scowling at any guy who considers laying an eye on you, but the second that you're behind closed doors, Johnny will want to snuggle up to you.

Play with his hair, coo and soothe him, hold him close in your arms; that man is touch starved.

Everything you give to him will be returned tenfold, only he has to keep the cold-hearted, tough guy image up for others. But don't worry! You're his angel, and he'd never do anything to hurt you.

Engram Johnny

Johnny can't exactly touch you, so words of affirmation and quality time are his love languages.

It's not rare to see you sitting alone in a shabby diner, but in your head, Johnny is with you, and you two are having the time of your lives.

Johnny is essentially your conscience, and he's not shy when it comes to adding his two cents.

In some ways, you're thankful that he's always there. He does his best at keeping you safe, pointing out sketchy guys, reminding you how many bullets you have left, doing anything and everything to keep you moving forward.

However, Johnny will also say the most inappropriate things to you at the worst times possible.

Out on a mission? Here's Johnny listing off all the things that he'd do to you, if he could.

And no amount of ignoring him will work. He's going to continue riling you up, and when you finally bite, he'll vanish.

Johnny likes to try and always be in your line of sight, such as lounging about on your desk chair whilst you clean all your weapons, or lying beside you whenever you get into bed.

He will do anything and everything to be by your side, and remind you of how thankful he is that he ended up in your head.

#cyberwriting #johnny silverhand #gn!reader #johnny silverhand x reader #johnny silverhand x you #cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 fanfic #headcanon #headcanons #reader insert

[nwheregirl]

Keanu’s hands>>>>>> Keanu smoking>>>>>>

#keanu reeves #john wick #keanu reeves characters #john wick x reader #johnny silverhand #cyberpunk 2077 #keanu reeves fanfic #johnny silverhand x reader #keanu reeves x reader #keanucharlesreeves #i love keanu #keanu fan #kevin lomax #keanu my beloved

[fushic0re]

👙— what would your favorite Keanu! character be like with a Barbie core! gf? 🥰

you should know by now that i don't just have one favorite keanu character 😳

༊*·˚ john wick— i think he'd find it really endearing? it's not usually what he's drawn to, but hell, it's his girl so how could he not love the barbie-ness that comes with you? plus, he has the money to support your lifestyle. his barbie gf would be a barbie wife in no time with the best of the best.

༊*·˚ kevin lomax— like john, he would find it endearing. this southern gentleman thinks his barbie gf (who he too will make a barbie wife before she can even blink) is a sweet breath of fresh air! he adores how hyper feminine you are bc it makes him feel more masculine and dominant. score! barbie found herself a lawyer husband!

༊*·˚ ted logan— he! loves! it! ted would totally come with you to get your nails done and talk your ear off about how much he loves you. he'd want you to model merch for wyld stallyns. totally writes love songs about you. starts wearing pink with you bc it's a way of life.

༊*·˚ johnny silverhand— secretly lives for it. you're definitely not his usual type, but you're still a stone cold fox and he's a man so...he's having you. like kevin, he loves how your hyperfemininity makes him feel more masculine. he also secretly loves seeing your pink belongings mix with his dark...well, everything.

༊*·˚ neo— supportive and adoring :') if you like it, he loves it and it's as simple as that. fucks around with your computer so that everything is pink and glittery <3

#john wick x reader #johnny silverhand x reader #neo x reader #thomas anderson x reader #ted logan x reader #ted theodore logan x reader #˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ rika’s barbie sleepover! #˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ honey answers

[sacredcyber]

I Think I Like When It Rains

A soft smutty SilverV oneshot, 3k words. A/n: fem V from a corpo background, nsfw.

The long trek towards her northside apartment was unusually silent and painfully dull. Normally Johnny's comments would be firing at a rapid pace. When can they start looking for Alt? Let him take control just for an evening, take a smoke break. Instead she found herself walking through night city alone, in the rain, shooting off random questions hoping it’d rouse him from whatever recess of her mind he’d hidden himself in. Nothing. No answers at all, not even a huff of frustration.

‘It’s fine.’ She thinks to herself. ‘It’ll be like that when he’s gone.’ And that thought brings out a burn in her throat. Something pained and sharp has burrowed itself in her chest and made itself home. V stops short at the corner about a block away, she leans against a light post and sighs.

‘You’re being weird again.’

It’s her voice but it’s not. The sudden realization dawns on her that Johnny could read her thoughts. It makes her feel exposed. She quickly runs the block home in the downpour, the rain soaking through her too big tank top and leather pants.

After fidgeting with the broken card reader, V stumbles inside her small apartment. The pink neon lighting and blue beaded curtains make it feel so homey, so lived in. She remembered the day she bought it, Johnny berated her about her lack of taste. V wanted to tell him about her luxury condo she had to give up when she got sacked, but a sudden wave of shame had washed over her and she simply answered with a small hum in agreement. Arasaka seems like a lifetime ago. Another life, another person, another V. Her Watson home was too painful to stay in after Jackie died, the memories of the both of them shooting the shit, Misty coming by after her shift with tacos and yakitori were all things of the past. The northside apartment had become like a sanctuary, she could be at peace here in this small shoebox of a room.

Just her, Nibbles and her tapeworm.

As she crosses the threshold, a friendly meow greets her. Nibbles jumps off the arcade cabinet and rolls on her back exposing her equally bald tummy. V chuckles and closes the door behind her, as she bends down to bless the feline with a generous scratch behind her ears, she can hear the familiar sound of Johnny’s static reappearing.

He groans and makes his way over towards the armory. V pretends not to notice him, not to be excited he’s left whatever shell he was in earlier. Instead she fishes out a pack of cat food for nibbles and walks over towards a small porcelain bowl.

Johnny immediately moves away and heads over to the bed, she watches him out of the corner of her eye. He’s a bit tense, wound up. As if he could sense her questioning gaze he simply lights up a cigarette. “I’m tired.”

“You’re tired?” V asks incredulously. Johnny’s static form stutters a bit as he shifts himself onto her small bed. “Well actually you’re tired. I’m just feeling it too.” He mumbles. V makes a face, this fucking guy. “I thought engrams don’t need to sleep?” She stands and walks over towards him, his legs planted firmly on the linoleum floor. A heavy sigh escapes his lips. “You really gonna fight me over this? Fuck V...” The bite he normally has in his voice is mostly gone, Johnny sounds exhausted, miserable. She sighs, the day's events hadn’t been easy on them, the sudden rainstorm plus the non working fast travel pods around the city only added to her frustration. If only her car wasn’t in the shop, she could have just driven home.

Nope, it was just her trudging through the rain. Now she’s home, dripping wet and muscles aching. V sighs, there’s no fight in her, hell she’s not even hungry. All she wants is a hot shower and sleep. “You can sleep with me tonight.” She mumbles. Johnny looks up as V begins to turn away, “ I know you don’t need to but…”

“But what?” He asks, ready to tease her. “Someone’s eager to get me into bed.” He observes her as she slips her boots off.

“You seem…I don’t know…off? Quiet maybe.” She says before disappearing into the bathroom. Johnny scoffs, before he knows it he’s in the bathroom ready to argue.

“As if I-“ he begins before he stops himself. V stands topless in front of the shower, her wet samurai top already on the ground, her hands on her pants zipper. She raises an eyebrow. “What? Never seen tits before?” She turns around and begins to remove her pants, Johnny knows he should fuck off right now, give her some kind of privacy. But something’s compelling him to stay, see what happens, V doesn’t seem to mind it.

“Wasn’t expecting to see yours.” He chuckles. “Didn’t know my little corpo rat was an exhibitionist is all.” V turns the shower on trying not to focus on the “my little corpo rat” comment, he notices the way her breasts jiggle a bit, they’re bigger than he’s used to, Johnnys always had a penchant for petite women, V’s musculature had been a bit of a turn off for him, recently he’s been rethinking that.

She turns to face him and something in Johnny’s chest tightens. She’s bare, with nothing but his tags on. Something about that does it for him, maybe it’s her lack of aggression or just how intimate it feels. “Not gonna take those off too?” He lifts his cybernetic hand and places his fingertip onto the tag, V can feel slight pressure there. She cocks her head a bit, “I’ve never taken them off.” She says following his wandering hand as it travels from the tags to her navel. She can feel him and she doesn’t know how or why, but she doesn’t want to think about it. She doesn’t want to ruin it.

V makes a motion with her hand, “You coming in?” Johnny is a bit stunned, he’s not used to V being so nonchalant about contact. Normally she’s very cagey about him being near her. He doesn’t blame her, especially since their meeting was terrible. He’s conflicted, but the need for touch is overwhelming. “You want me to?” He asks, hesitation sprinkles his words. V nods. ‘Yes’ she thinks and so he follows.

V stands under the hot shower, the steam feels so comforting, like a warm blanket hugging her. As she stretches she can feel her back bump into something solid. As she reaches back Johnny catches her hand, his ganic hand gently caresses hers. She hesitates but turns to face him, he’s there naked as the day he was born, only with the addition of that familiar blue static. She studies him, he’s definitely handsome, not that she wanted to admit that but something about his little grin tells her he already knows that. Her eyes wander from his dark brown eyes to his sloped nose down to his happy trail, she lifts her head to face him, not wanting to focus on the obvious.

“You look like you got questions.” He murmurs. V looks for her shampoo. “Can you feel the water?” He nods. “Yeah, feels nice, I guess it feels nice to you.” He moves to stand under the shower head, it merely goes through him but V supposes it adds to the experience.

She grabs the coconut shampoo and begins to work up a lather. Her back is towards him, “Where did you go?” She asked. Johnny notices a slight hitch in her voice, he watches as she scrubs her scalp. He steps in and replaces her hands with his, lightly massaging the product into her hair. “Can’t exactly go anywhere…” he avoids the question. V steps under the shower head, her back pressed against Johnny's chest. He watches as the shampoo runs over her breasts down her toned stomach. His hands move from her scalp to the sides of her waist, before he grabs her and presses her firmly against him, his mouth pressed against her ear.

V presses harder against him, he feels so real, so solid against her skin. The only difference is the lingering fuzziness he gives off, maybe it’s the static. “You…didn’t answer my question.” She manages to mumble out, Johnny simply hums “I’m here now.” His metal hand traces down from her collarbone in between her breasts. V wants to prod him, demand he tell her why he left her alone with her thoughts but his touches are so reverent, so gentle.

“I was angry.”

She turns to face him, Johnny’s brown eyes scan her face, he looks vulnerable, soft, uncomfortable. She grabs his ganic hand and presses her face against it, his thumb strokes her cheek. “Did I do something?” He simply shakes his head, everything pisses Johnny off to some extent. The shitty weather, his PTSD, the way Fuckin’ Takemura and River give her those looks when she’s not paying attention. V used to piss him off too, her selflessness, the way she’d always get involved in shit that didn’t concern her, her kindness. Her ability to just give parts of herself to anyone in need.

Now he’s before her, a starved man seeking it out for himself. He hesitates and leans down to press a gentle kiss to her lips. V slowly allows herself to be soft, to be open for him. Love isn’t something you come across in Night City, it’s something you buy for an hour or two. But this isn’t that, this is something else, something that’s needed by both of them.

His kisses are rough, they’re desperate for dominance, to lay a claim on her. She can feel how needy he is, the way his hands press into her bruised back, how his fingers find those sore spots and rub into them. V lets out small pained cries, as she opens her mouth Johnny simply probes deeper. He wants all her sounds and cries, all of them. The good and the bad.

“V…” he whispers, her bitten lips skimming over his down to his neck, she bites into him like forbidden fruit and such as original sin she knows she’s crossed over into temptation. That pained thing that burrowed into her earlier is now growing between her ribs and it flutters so gently she can barely breathe.

How strange.

Johnny grabs V’s face and pulls it to meet his gaze. He wants to see her, needs to see her face when he’s worshiping her. Her eyes are hazed over, glazed in want and desperate for release. He plants more swollen kisses on her lips. “Let’s go to bed.” He whispers hungrily. V turns off the shower and grabs a towel. “Let’s go to bed?” She begins to towel herself off. Johnny simply grins and reappears sitting on the bed, he can see her though the beaded curtains and even though he’s mapped out her curves and scars with his fingers it’s still exciting to see only bits of her behind the blue plastic beads. Like a private show meant only for him, something no one else can have.

Because how could they? No one knows her like he does, no one ever could.

V emerges from the bathroom, her hips sway a bit as she closes in on Johnny’s personal space. “Sit on the bed.” He whispers in that whiskey’d tone. She does as instructed and immediately he appears on the floor in front of her, kneeling. Johnny’s not used to being subservient, but it feels so natural with V, so easy. Like he doesn’t have to be that “rowdy asshole rockerboy” everyone wanted. He’s simply Johnny, touch starved, pent up, needy Johnny.

He slowly trails his fingers over V’s thighs, it makes her shiver under his touch. “Know how frustrating it is watching you play nice with a pig and a corpo dog?” His tone is dangerous with a veneer of playfulness. V raises herself up on her elbows, she watches as Johnny kneads her inner thighs.

“Has Johnny Silverhand always been the jealous type?”

He chuckles, “Possessive might be the better word.” He spreads her legs out further and places a wet kiss on her clit. Her hips buck into his face a bit. “Fuck…” she gasps out. Johnny chuckles “Not yet, I wanna have some fun first.”

His ganic fingers circle her entrance, she’s already wet and dewy but he’s never been one to half ass eating someone out. He doesn’t want to rush anything. “Thinkin’ real hard down there, silverhand?” V’s voice pulls him out of his thoughts. Her half lidded stare and the way she runs her fingers through his tangled hair makes him feel alive again.

“I need you to ride my face.” Before V can protest or tease, Johnny’s already teleported under her. He’s taken the liberty to spread her legs as she precariously balances over his face. She holds on to the wall in front of her. “I-I’ve never done thi-“ Johnny licks a swipe over her clit and she shudders.

“Just relax.” He says as plants a tender kiss on her entrance. “Don’t think, just do.” He presses her wet cunt onto his lips as he moves her hips in rhythm. V holds onto the wall in front of her trying to set a pace for herself, worried she might hurt him.

‘You won’t, trust me. Ride my fuckin face like a cowgirl.’

Before she can even ask what the hell that means, his tongue makes its way inside her. “Oh fuck yes…” she moans as her hips move against him, her clit brushing up against his nose and moustache. Johnny holds her down even tighter against his face, sucking and tongue fucking his way through his host. He wants to make her see stars, to become so undone by his mouth alone that even after death, she’s ruined by him.

“Johnny…john- I’m gonna…” her hips swivel in that familiar way, her pussy tightens around his tongue, she’s looking for it, searching for release. He removes his tongue and replaces it with his fingers relentlessly pounding into her. “Come on V just let it go baby…” he holds her hips and presses his lips onto her stomach as she fucks herself above him. “Goddamn…fuck yes yessss…” she sighs as her climax washes over her.

V wobbles a bit as her legs give out on her. Thankfully Johnny teleports and reappears to help steady herself. She’s on the precipice of sleep, yet it doesn’t stop her from trying to crawl into his lap. He laughs a bit “what are you doin’?” V presses up against him, his cock nestled between her puffy lips.

“I wanna sleep on you like this.” She moves her hips and positions his cock at her entrance. Johnny watches as V slides herself on his thick cock, his girth makes it sting so deliciously. Johnny grins and lays back in bed with V content and filled on his chest. He spreads her legs out over him and slowly fucks into her. He throbs with each stroke.

“This how you want me inside you every night?” He asks, his lips hovering over her ear as he caresses her sore lower back with his metal hand. “Get home from running around this city? Fixing everyone’s fuckin’ problems…” He whispers in her ear as he continues to slowly pump himself inside her. Agonizingly slow.

“That’s what you want right? You want someone to take care of you too.” He grips her hips and plunges himself deep into her core. V calls out for him, begging him to go faster but he relents. “Nah, I wanna savor this, wanna make sure it only fits me from now on.” He bites her harshly and with intent. Savoring the wet sounds they share between them.

“How do you think people would feel? Knowin’ Night City’s golden girl is getting dicked down by the dirty old man living in her head?” He punctuates his question with another harsh thrust. V mewls against him and sobs “t-they wouldn’t….get it!” His pace begins to pick up as he holds her down and fucks into her used hole.

“That’s right, they wouldn’t…but we get it, right baby?” His forehead touches hers as he continues to fuck into her.

“Y-yeah…”

“Yeah? Because we belong to each other. From the day I met you, you’ve been mine, all fuckin’ mine…” he grips her throat with his metal hand and keeps a brutal pace. It’s a strange feeling, the agony and ecstasy of relishing in unhinged coitus, of bearing your ugliness out on the same table you fuck your lover on. It’s liberating because he knows what she’s thinking. There’s no guessing games, he doesn’t feel any fear, no hesitation, just complete and utter synchronicity.

Johnny knows he’s needs it and fuck if V also needs this as well. So he fucks her hard into completion, into submission, into a promise. A silent accord, for as long as they have each other. To have and to hold, to fuck and to kill, however the hell people pledge themselves to each other in this day and age. His very soul belongs to her.

The silence between them is comforting, only the sounds of rain drizzling outside and nibbles playing with the beaded curtains next to the minibar. V slides over to lay on his ganic arm, his heartbeat, his warmth, feels real. She shuts her eyes tight and holds onto him for dear life, as if he’d disappear if she let him go.

A whisper floats through her mind, “I’m not going anywhere.” He promises. He can feel her smile and press herself closer to him, less out of fear and more out of need. He lays and watches the ceiling fade from view, letting sleep take him for the first time in over 50 years.

#johnny silverhand #female v #cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #cyberpunk2077 #my fic #oneshot #silverV #Johnny x female v #johnny silverhand x reader #I wrote this for me but y’all can read it too💖

[buryustogether]

kinktober day 6: car sex - johnny silverhand

When Johnny had said he wanted to take you to Make Out Point, you had made fun of him.

Make Out Point? Come on, you had told him when he suggested it, you weren't in high school anymore. If he wanted to fog the windows up, why not do it in your own home, where it was warm, and you had space to spread out, and there was no chance of a wayward knee or arm knocking the car into another gear.

He'd been insistent, though, so you had gone.

And you had been a fucking gonk to complain in the first place.

"Fuck, sweetheart, that's it," Johnny muttered in your ear as you rocked yourself up and down on his cock in the back seat of his Porsche. "Just like that. Good girl... godammit it."

There weren't any other cars here tonight, just you and him and no one to see the vehicle rocking with your jerky movements as you got closer and closer to your end. Your knees were pressed tight against his sides and your nails were surely leaving indents in the bare skin of his shoulders, but he didn't seem to give much of a fuck as he guided your humping of his lap.

You would never get used to the feeling of Johnny's cock stretching you out, how his tip caressed that particularly sensitive spot inside of you and the way you felt each and every bump and vein along his shaft. It was like being fucked by some kind of god who knew just how much divinity he possessed and how to use it to bring someone to their knees for him.

"Johnny," you whimpered, reaching your hand around his neck slightly so that you could card your fingers through his dark, untamed locks and grab a fistful of them. "Johnny, I'm close."

"Good girl," he practically growled against the shell of your ear as he took over and began to thrust up into you hard enough to make the seat creak. "Good fuckin' girl..."

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[yns-world]

Johnny Silverhand Boyfriend Headcanons

Pairing: Johnny Silverhand x Reader A/N: i'm not sorry, i simply cannot sit here and lie that johnny would be a good bf LMAOOOO as always, feel free to send in any requests or anything you may have :) reblogging helps my account more than likes! :D

in no world will johnny silverhand win Boyfriend of The Year award, all he knows how to do is project all of his flaws, insecurities, and problems onto you.

the longer you stick around, the deeper the shit gets. a month into it, you’ll be questioning how the fuck a man so fundamentally messed up could end up with a relationship in the first place.

this man will have you doubting your own resolve. he blames you for every wrong thing in his life (which is a lot). sometimes when he’s really digging his own shithole, he’ll start blaming you for all that is wrong with this world (he’s delusional, but damn do those words hurt).

your friends, family, even some of johnny’s fans will try to shake you awake and let you know that you gotta sever this cord if you want to live. by the third month, you’ll want to leave with nothing but the clothes on your back, but this is where things take a turn for the worst.

when you finally put your foot down and decide to break up with this shitshow of a man, johnny will pull out all the stops to prevent you from leaving.

i’m talking gaslighting, manipulation, lovebombing, you name it.

whatever he has to do, he’ll do it. 

he’ll tell you he’s sorry, he’ll cry and beg, he’ll even get on his knees and swear he’ll change. 

but you’re sick and tired, and it doesn’t work. 

so the last resort is break up sex.

johnny will soon learn that break up sex is the one thing he needs to do in order to keep you in his clutches.

it works like a charm, and it works every time. 

by now, your relationship can’t even be called a “relationship”. all you do is argue, hurt each other, threaten to leave, and then fuck. 

you only date him because of the dick tbh. there’s not a single positive thing you can point out about him. 

months have passed by, and this has become your routine. 

in the beginning, you had expected some sort of bare minimum boyfriend, but after months of disappointment, emotional turmoil, and pain, johnny has turned you into exactly what he is: a self-loathing bastard.

#yns world #cyberpunk johnny #cyberpunk 2077 x reader #cyberpunk 2077 #johnny silverhand #johnny silverhand x reader #johnny silverhand x v #cp2077 #cyberpunk 2077 fanfic #keanu reeves #keanu reeves x reader

[misaverawrites]

In the Heat of Your Electric Touch

((johnny silverhand x reader))

summary: you're the manager of SAMURAI, johnny talks to you about changing his image after some reflection since Alt died, you decide that he can do what’s best for him… and you might be it.

tags: no arasaka tower bombing, johnny is a good person, johnny has a body, rockerboy johnny silverhand, samurai stays together, fluff, alt’s death (mentioned), cursing, fluff, forehead kisses, NO PHANTOM LIBERTY SPOILERS

a/n: uhhhh, your honor, i am a 20 year old silly goose with a love for this man.

You stare out over the crowd from backstage, with wide smiles, music amplified by their singing as the bass vibrates through your teeth. You run a hand through your hair, just for a second, pushing away a rogue strand. You take a look at your phone, then back at the stage, where you find Johnny, looking at you with a wide and almost uncharacteristic grin, only to flash it back at the crowd, brandishing horns on his hand, the loud cheers from the crowd egging him on, bringing a small, but not, unwelcome smile to your face. Johnny loved what he did, no one could deny that, even if it seemed he only did it to further his own agenda at times. You knew better though, you and Johnny had spent too much time together on this tour for you to think too far against him.

“Alright, and we want to dedicate this encore to every single one of you!” You hear Kerry say from the stage, the wild roar from the crowd amplifying itself, you tend to watch the crowd more than anything during these shows, it was therapeutic, these people were the lifeblood of bands similar to SAMURAI , and you intended to keep them happy. As SAMURAI closes out their set, as well as Henry’s tab, some of the people start their slow, exhausted post-concert shuffle back out onto the streets of Night City, bags of SAMURAI merchandise in hand, you begin your clean-up, helping stage-hands move everything back onto the van.

“Hey, take a load off, they’ve got it.” You hear Johnny, and you shake your head. “Shouldn’t you be getting under the skirt of some barely-legal SAMURAI fangirl?” You joke and he rolls his eyes, “Fuck off,” he justifies himself, playfully all the same, until his tone gets a bit more serious in nature, “Besides, thinkin’ that’s not all too much my scene anymore.” You laugh, almost dropping the set piece in your hands. “Alright, I’m gonna hear you out, but it sounds like you just started talkin’ like one of those Maelstrom goons after they’ve had one too many implantations, what do you mean ?”

Johnny scoffs and takes the set piece from you, setting it down as he sits you down on the stage, the lingering fans vie successfully for Kerry’s attention, less so successfully for Johnny’s, his attention is all on you.

“I’m just… Fuckin’ sick of it, since Alt, since fuckin’ Arasaka, I don’t wanna ramble in those streets to a God who ain’t listenin’. Y’know?” You sigh and he puts his hand on top of yours, “I just want somethin’... Someone , even who makes me not want to shove an iron in my fuckin’ mouth.” You look at him, just for a second, as if he’s grown two heads, until you realize, from the way he’s looking at you, for once in his life, he’s serious . Your eyes widen a bit, does he mean you ? “It’s not your scene,” You say simply, it’s almost matter-of-fact in delivery.

“What if I wanted it to be?” He asks, that genuine tone of voice still there, he’s still Johnny, he knows what he wants, and he’s pushing for it. Not too hard, lest he drive you away, which is a change all in itself. “I’m the band’s manager, Johnny.” He rolls his eyes a bit, “You’ve been around Corpos a bit too long, babe,” You can’t help but love the way it sounds coming off his tongue, when it’s aimed towards you and not at another girl, “You know the fans don’t care, hell, they live for this stupid drama.” You can’t deny that. Your miles-long social media inbox, brimming with fans begging for any bit of gossip, said that all on its own. You smile a bit, “I mean, if you’re saying it could be your scene, then who am I to fight that, Johnny?” He grins, it’s a big, goofy grin unlike you’d ever seen before from him, “Shit, if you’re willing to allow it, then I guess I’d better not fuck it up.” You and him pause for a moment, not realizing how close the two of you are to one another, bodies pressed tightly against one another, you feel his eyes flicker to your lips for just a moment, until you, for once decide, fuck it . You pull Johnny in and kiss him, he’s warm, warmer than you’d expected whenever you thought about this, his hands meet your elbows awkwardly, he doesn’t know what to do here, and neither do you, really. His lips are chapped against yours and he tastes of cigarettes and tequila, a dangerously addictive combination that makes you want him more and more. You feel his hand suddenly brush against your hair and support the underside of your mouth, giving him more access to your mouth as he deepens the kiss, and everything else is simply null and void, besides him and you.

Until you hear the familiar sound of Kerry, clearing his throat, “Hey, both of you!” He calls, actually subtle for him, as the two of you pull away awkwardly, as though the two of you are teenagers, trying to act cool after being caught getting hot and heavy in a dark movie theater. “We’ve gotta go, bar wants us out, but you two can keep going on the tour bus, cool?” Your skin flushes and you avoid direct eye contact with Kerry, as Johnny chuckles awkwardly, despite himself, trying to keep any sense of his usually un-poised yet still collected poise. You nod, turning to look back at Johnny, who does the same to you, as you both share a small laugh with one another, you playfully push him without any real force, as he wraps his ‘ganic arm around you, kissing your forehead softly as the two of you get onto the tour bus together.

#johnny silverhand x reader #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2020 #cyberpunk red #cyberpunk 2077 fanfiction #johnny silverhand #keanu reeves #fanfiction #fanfic #writers of tumblr #ao3 fanfic #fanfic writing #ao3 writer

[baka-bakeneko]

Old Fashioned Rockerboy - Johnny Silverhand

tags: NSFW, Minors DNI, somno, Johnny Silverhand has a body, sleepy feel-up, CNC touching, fingering, prone bone, DP (with fingers), creampie a/n: another part of a request from @almightywdm, you gotta love this old fashioned lover boy. Johnny Silverhand as Keanu Reeves as Silverhand is baby love him sm shush... synopsis: Johnny's fingers get cold. 🥺 V, damn it, warm his fingers up. wc: 1.16k

This had to be a residual of Johnny's old life creeping into yours: waking up with a full hand down your pants, fingers petting your trimmed down mound.

Leave it to Silverhand to be the type of man that sleeps between with a hand on his crotchs, a lax hold on the never-truly-cashed family jewels.

Maybe it was the only way it guaranteed his own sleep when yours arose, rather than him bouncing around laying guitar licks and smoking cigarettes.

Still, here was Johnny's hand down your pants taking a handful, a very casual cupping, over your pussy.

You slithered his hand out of your pants, turning over on your stomach to maybe stop the old fashioned rockerboy from groping you in your sleep.

You peeked an eye open at him lounging next to you, resident brainworm he was. He'd taken off his glasses, kicked off his boots and actually unarmed his bullet vest.

"My pussy is not your comfort pillow," you grumbled. Brand new sentence for you, never thought you'd have to say that.

"It's comforting, okay?" Johnny shrugged, turning to you, his lips puckered up to his nose. "But I'd settle for a tit."

"What're you, 13?" you asked, rolling over to face away from Johnny. The heel of your palm rubbed at your temple, trying to find an off-switch to this man.

"I'm a grown-ass man, V. And you're a grown-ass woman. Last time I laid platonically in a bed with a woman was when Rogue painted my fingernails."

As you turned your head over your shoulder to retort, Johnny continued. "And that didn't last long."

You cut your eyes and returned to nuzzle your face in your pillow. "Good night, Johnny."

Johnny moved closer to you, turning to your back. You turned over your shoulder to meet Johnny's gaze then rolled onto your back. "Don't try anything, okay?"

Johnny said nothing and his arm slipped under your waistband. You could feel his heavy, tired breath wafting over your ear.

"No promises, V," Johnny muttered and you slowly fell back asleep.

Minutes later, you stirred. Fingers slipped down your slit, touching tenderly at your clit.

"Johnny, stop," you murmured, your hand grabbing onto his wrist flush against your waist. "Go to sleep."

"I'm trying, V." Johnny responded, sleep dotting his tone. "My fingers are cold though."

You scoffed at him, reaching back to smack his cheek. At the same time, Johnny managed to slip two fingers into your dampening sex.

You turned into the pillow, willing yourself to ignore him and go back to sleep.

"Go back to sleep, V," he eased, pumping his fingers into you achingly slow.

Your eyes lulled back to sleep, though your sex throbbed with the attention. Hand on Johnny's wrist again, you turned your head to him with your eyes still closed.

"Johnny," you pouted, groaned against him. "Please."

Johnny pulled you closer into him, pressing his hard cock against your ass. His fingers worked up a slow rhythm, pushing further into you and drawing more wet out. His wrist pressed against your clit, rubbing in tandem of his finger's movement, and you whined at the liveliness of your body.

He chuckled darkly into your ear, soaking up your wiggling by holding you firmer.

"You do this to Rogue?" you asked in a low hiss, yanking his hand out of your underwear.

Johnny shushed you, hooking his fingers into your waistband to wiggle you out of them. "There's no Rogue in our bed, princess."

You looked back at Johnny and met his lips in a tepid kiss. He rocked into your back, angling your hips up to rub his cock against you.

"Well, I'm awake now. So fuck me." You muttered, tugging your pants down to your knees then arching into him.

Johnny huffed against your mouth, flushing his cock against your freed pussy. "Don't gotta tell me twice."

You waited as Johnny kicked out of his leather pants, grabbing your hip to back you up on his cock. He plunged into you, making you turn your face into the pillow with a low moan.

Johnny angled his head back with a groan of relief. "Fuck, V."

He hilted himself deep inside you, pausing to pant against your neck. You gripped onto the bedsheet, holding onto Johnny filling you.

"On your stomach, come on," he ordered softly, which you did without hesitation.

Johnny followed close behind you, settling on his knees just over your ass. His hands gripped tighter into your hips, moving you on his length.

You curled underneath him, peeling your face up from the pillow to breathe in fresh air. Johnny grunted, pulling long strokes and stopping every time he was fully inside.

"You feel so good," Johnny groaned, rolling his shoulders back as his fingers tensed on your skin.

You huffed, shifting your hips up to gain more movement from Johnny. He chuckled softly, roaming his hands up your back then around to grip your breasts.

Pulling you upright, Johnny draped you against him and felt you up. His hand slipped down to scrub at your clit before pressing two fingers into you alongside his cock.

"Fuck, Johnny, fuck." You whimpered, reaching for his hand between your legs. You crumbled over Johnny's shoulder, rolling your hips in direction of his fingers then his cock.

"Whoa," Johnny exclaimed against you ear. "I knew you were a cock-hungry slut, V, but this is ridiculous."

"Shut up, shut up," you stammered, grabbing onto Johnny's hip as he hilted into you again. You trembled, reveling in the carnal bloom of euphoria in your stomach.

"You're gonna cum already?" Johnny asked, pressing his fingers harder into you.

You shook your head, writhing on Johnny as he pumped in and out of you. Your other hand braced the bed, riding into Johnny's thrusts until you gripped at his hip to urge him pause.

You caught your breath as Johnny did, his arms curling around your waist. "You're such a fucking goddess."

You rolled your eyes at the ancient rockerboy's praise, clenching around his cock before he resumed.

"Don't be pissy, V. Just cum." Johnny teased, nibbling onto your earlobe. "I give you permission."

You scoffed, holding out until you couldn't. Bending forward and arching up, you unraveled and came through Johnny's thrusts.

His pumps lost rhythm while you wiggled and moaned into the mattress. Johnny planted a hand at the small of your back, stopping and releasing short with a slew of swears.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck, you feel too good," Johnny moaned, folding over you to kiss along your back.

You flattened to the bed and Johnny pulled out, rolling over next to you.

"Goodnight, brat." Johnny smirked, reaching over to spank your ass harshly.

"Fuck you," you murmured, turning to look at Johnny from your pillow.

At that, Nibbles jumped onto the bed and climbed up on Johnny's chest. Johnny grinned, scritching behind the naked cat's ear.

"At least someone loves me, right Nibbles?"

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[beastyboyxx]

Your Body, My Rules. ★★★

Summary: With a rough gig resulting in you almost eating another bullet to the head, you decided to treat yourself in the best way you knew how. Although it slipped your mind that Johnny had front row seat to your whole sexual situation.

Warnings: Dialogue Heavy, Smut, MLM, Johnny Taking Control, Getting Caught, Handjob, Overstimulation, Johnny Is An Asshole, Teasing, Humiliation, Ruined Orgasm, Multiple Orgasms, Johnny Using Your Arms, Forceful Johnny, Restraining, Forced Orgasm, Choking.

Characters: Johnny Silverhand

Category: One-Shot

Series: Cyberpunk 2077

Word Count: 1691

Your hand was working its magic. It didn’t take much for you to be in bed, kicking your shorts off and stroking your cock like no tomorrow. Who wouldn’t after the night you had.

Some gig you took on was a spoon full. Wraiths giving you a proper beat down while you tried to hack some data. Eventually, it ended in a blood bath as usual. And now you were pissed you had just risked your life for some lousy data that probably meant jack shit.

It was enough. For now at least, but it wouldn’t hurt to get a joytoy, although it was a bit embarrassing to do so. Especially ordering one to arrive at your doorstep. So your hand would have to suffice.

Leaning up, adjusting so my back was firm against the wall I spat onto my palm and continued. The sensation that was so familiar never got old surprisingly.

“Fuck… yeah that’s good.” I groaned. My head dropping back to the wall as I closed my eyes to take in all of the feeling.

“Well what the fuck.”

My heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t exactly honorable to get caught with your shorts down and cock sprung out. Quickly I tossed a blanket over my bits in a blink. My eyes darted around my apartment but no one was seen.

“The hell—? I… oh fuck.” My head fell back with a groan. It clicked, like a lightbulb flickering on. It was none other than the annoying construct Johnny Silverhand.

“Truly a sight to behold. My fleshy prison jackin’ himself off to get some edge.” His voice was wired into my brain. Almost as if he was right in my ear. “Did you really get all pent up you forgot about the little voice in your head?”

“Can it Johnny. You’d be doing the same.” I spat out. More pissed knowing I had been caught. Especially with peeping eyes that could’ve been watching the whole time.

“Quick to assume. I don’t blame you though but Jesus you are horrible at handjobs.”

“Not your place to be criticizing how I pleasure myself. Fuck this—“ I reached over to the nightstand. The blockers Misty had given me were practically shining as I outstretched my hand.

“What— Johnny what did you do.”

My whole arm flexed and stopped. It was like some force was keeping my arm outstretched. “What the fuck!?”

Suddenly my arm was forced onto the sheets of my bed, then my arm raised up to meet my face. My fingers clenched then released all not by my own doing. Johnny chuckled deep within my head.

“Now we’re talkin. Just sit back and relax, I’m taking the reins for this show.” Johnny lowered my hand to my throbbing length.

“Hey—! Johnny I swear—“ my free hand darted down trying to stop him. It repeated, arm stopped midway and was forced back behind my head.

The position I was in was like some beer dad relaxing on the beach although it was a cock in hand rather than a cold one. Very fitting for Silverhand.

“Knock it off already! Jesus Johnny!”

“Not till I’ve had my fun. Just because we now share the same body doesn’t mean I can’t indulge myself. Your body, my rules.”

“That doesn’t make any sense— ohh god…”

Johnny began stroking, using my hand as his own. I couldn’t tell if he felt it too, but god it was electrifying. The image of your hands jacking yourself off even though it isn’t your doing was igniting some sick kink in my mind.

His laugh echoed in my head. If he decided to appear I’d probably be fully at his mercy. Silverhands pace was moderate, not too fast not too slow. My head rolled back, eyes closing, as I tried to imagine it was me rather than Johnny doing the stroking. Just to save myself as much dignity I had left.

“Yeah that’s it…” Johnny purred. “Just relax…” every word he slurred out in a breathy whisper. You could hear the smile through his voice.

“Shut up already…mmmhh-“

“You like this huh? Somebody else using your body. Y’know it’s me who’s jacking you off right?”

“Just shut up—!”

“Really going to yell at your caretaker?”

Suddenly Johnny sped up. His hand moving at a vigorous pace that had my legs tense, and my head roll forward as curses pooled out.

“You digital prick—! Fuuuuck! Hahhh”

“Let’s roll out the red carpet for this first one yeah? Make it so you’re drooling like a dog.”

“You’re such an asshole— Mmmngh!” I bit my lip. It was embarrassing enough I was reacting but the noises really got under my skin. Maybe Johnny wanted that.

Silverhand chuckled. He knew exactly what he was doing and I hated it. I hated him. I hated this.

“Almost there already? Jesus you’re sick…”

“You— would… be the sa—me… Aahhh slow down!”

“Not gunna happen. Not till you’re begging me for mercy, that alone would probably make my own little bubble pop.” Johnny moved my right hand down to my throat. My thumb pressing into my adams apple til all fingers were wrapped tightly around my throat.

“So indulge me. Your body is mine.”

His stroking quickened, then slowed, then my hand ran up to the aching head of my cock that was already slick with precum. Johnny running my fingers around the head shaping it into an O shape. My waist and lower legs tensed and flexed until I felt my body slip away control of my lower bits.

It was horrifically embarrassing. Johnny was fucking my hips into my hand like some pitiful desperate slob. But god did it feel good. It was in this moment I was thankful he couldn’t read my thoughts. Not entirely.

My eyes rolled back. The sight was one to witness, and definitely one to rile anybody up with a hard on n’ such. Considering the position my hand at my throat, my hips desperately bucking up into my hand that kept still. All of it mine, but not by me. Johnny you sick fuck.

It wouldn’t be long until I popped. Rearing near I felt that build up to the final blow. Although I don’t think Johnny wants this to be a “one and done” game.

“John—ny! Jesus Christ! You… Hahh— bastard—! Fuuuuuck!!”

Strings of my slick shot out in ropes. My body gaining back some control while I bucked out a few more thrusts into my hand. I fell back onto the bed, panting from the erotic handjob given by Silverhand.

“Perfect. Now that you’re all hot and bothered let’s get to the real fun part.”

My body tensed again, arms down at my already sensitive cock while my legs were spread apart.

…

Some time had passed. My mind was fogged along with my apartment turning into a hazy blur. I lost count but was easily reminded of how many times I already came from that stupid fucking voice buried deep into my head.

“Whoa! That makes what…? Three? Four? Jesus kid.” Johnny smirked with his voice. I wanted to gut him.

“Haahhh— You sick… fuck.” A loud, erupting groan rolled my head back.

Johnny had my hand jerking on my cock while my free hand was holding my body up. My back facing the ceiling as my waist was lifted, thanks to Johnny. He was hoping to coat the sheets again with the already found pool just underneath me.

“C’mon… I know you got at least one more. A man of your stature doesn’t have a lot of time to fuck his stress away.”

“You talk… to mu—ch…!”

“I think you like it. Your cock gets all kinds of bothered whenever I choose to speak up.”

“No shit.” My jaw clenched, eyes dropping to the sight of my hand once again jerking out another orgasm.

“You can give Johnny one more can’t you?”

“God damnit—!”

My eyes screwed shut as that familiar erotic sensation rolled through my body. My toes curled as I took a fist full of the sheets. Another ready to ruin my bed—

“Not so fast.” Johnny purred. My hand stopping at the vigorous speed to a squeezing stop. My body jerked as it tried to release but to no avail.

“What the fuck Johnny!?”

“What? Gotta have a little fun for myself right? You get it.”

“You’re an asshole…!”

“Right, say that to the guy who’s been jacking your cock for the past hour now.”

Johnnys voice chuckled deep within my brain. Johnny forcing me to lift myself as I faced my pillows. Once again one hand at my cock and another at my throat.

Johnny had my hips in control, mercilessly thrusting them into the prison of my own hand. This wasn’t the same from the first two times, he was genuinely trying to make me feel utter misery mixed with pleasure that couldn’t be ignored.

My bed sheets ruined, cock glistening, and the smell of shame and sex filled the small apartment. Johnny having front row to the entire show ate it all up with no room to leave any leftovers. The legend loved every second of my sexed out misery.

What felt like an eternity of fucking into my hand my cock gave out once final pool of thick slick oozing out in strings onto the bed. My body shook, and my legs flexed before I fell onto the soft sheets. The bed bouncing a bit.

“Atta boy, now you’ll be stress free and all rested up for the big day tomorrow. You’re welcome, maybe next time I’ll have you fuck some fleshlight.”

“Jus’ shut up already Johnny…” I slurred out. My eyes already shut as I relaxed into the bed, my body still fuzzy and tingling from the overwhelming session I endured.

Although it wouldn’t hurt to try it again…

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[imajinxnation]

//Keanu Reeves Masterlist//

Keanuverse

- Can't Hear You! (Constantine, Wick, Silverhand, Ted, Neo)

- Worm?? (Constantine, Ted, Wick)

John Constantine

- The Wisdom; Gone (Wick, Constantine, Ted, Silverhand, Neo)

- Killer And The Wife-Beater (D.A. Griffin & Donnie Barksdale)

- That's Bull (Oneshot)

- Soft For You (Oneshot)

- Smokey (Oneshot)

- Infertile (Headcannon)

John Wick

- Struggle of Height (Headcannon)

- J&J // Jardani & Jealousy (Oneshot)

- Icecream Cone (Oneshot)

- Who Knew?? (Oneshot)

Johnny Silverhand

Ted Theodore Logan

- Babe In The Records (Oneshot)

Neo (Thomas Anderson)

- Too Far.. (Oneshot)

- Second The Best (Oneshot)

Rupert Marshetta

- Junkyard Friends (Oneshot)

Jonathan Harker

Don John

- Love & Jealousy 1 // 2 // 3 (Headcannon)

Johnny Mnemonic

Conor O'Neill

Donnie Barksdale

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[nwheregirl]

The last pic 🥵🥵

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[smuttyfang]

Johnny Silverhand, Seeing His Daughter

"If I can make a request for Johnny Silverhand x reader johnny while still being stuck in V finds out that His girlfriend had his daughter and he wants to see them so V takes him."

Words: 1,369

"Are you really sure about this?" You were feeling the tension and how nervous Johnny was. No words had to be spoken for you to feel each others emotions. His form materialized against the outside of the building, right beside of the entrance. It was in a nice area of Japantown.

"I need to see her. I didn't know I.. had a fucking kid. How was I supposed to know? I have to see her." He materialized again beside of you, looking up at the huge skyscraper. "Nice place.."

"Seems like she must live in a condo. Alt.. Well, Alt's current form, said she lived at the top." Johnny was visibly nervous, and wasn't doing a very good job of hiding it.

"Why didn't she tell me before she died? I could have found her, could have.." You wanted to chuckle at him, but you both knew that never would have happened. It almost made you feel sorry for him.

"Been a father?" You said, almost sad. There's no way he would have been a good father for her in his past, considering what his goals were back then. Not to mention his lifestyle.

"A shitty one, probably.. but I could have been one." His reaction made you feel even worse for him. He knew he wouldn't have made for a good father, even if he wanted to be one. He knew it too.

"Listen.." You crossed your arms. "I'll come up with a lie. I'll say that I knew her father for quite some time, long time ago. Before you decide if you want me to tell her who you really are. If you do, I'll tell her about you. If not, I'll paint a picture that she had a decent man as her father and give her some kind of closure. Without the gory details of your past." He thought for a good long while. Long enough for you to pull out a cigarette and take a few puffs. You knew that you smoking would also help him think, subconciously, in some strange way.

"Alright. I'll let you know what I'm thinkin'. Let's go." He disappeared. Entering the building, you realized this place was fancy, much too rich for your blood. She must make a pretty decent living. You stepped into the elevator, heading for the top floor. You could feel the complete fear coming from Johnny, even though he had no words to say in the moment. It was the oddest thing, thinking of Johnny Silverhand of all people being speechless. Once the elevator stopped, the doors opened into a small hallway, leading to the main door of the condo. You walked to it, lightly tapping on the door. You could hear the click of heels on the hardwood floor. Opening the door, she raised her eyebrow at you.

"Hi.. Can I help you?" The resembelance to Johnny was uncanny. She had the same jet black hair, dark eyes, the same slender face and cheekbones. She was wearing a dress, but you could see some colorful tattoos on her neck that trailed down her chest. She had some cybernetics on her face around her eyes, but not much else that you could see. She didn't look much like Alt, from what you have seen of her.

"Yeah, hey.. This might sound really strange to you, but do you know who your father is?" She scoffed at you.

"No, I don't, nor do I care to. Goodbye." She started to close the door on you, but you stopped her. She clearly had her father's attitude. Was she anything like Alt?

"Just- please wait. I knew him." She stopped for a moment, gulping.

"Knew?" You nodded. "I see.. You can come in I suppose." She opened the door, allowing you inside. Her condo was just as expensive looking as the rest of the building. It almost looked as though nobody actually lived there. Everything was spotless. She led you to her living room. A huge open window led outside to a pool on her patio. It was all complimented by a huge fully stocked bar, with plenty of vintage wines. "What can I get you to drink?"

"Nothin' fancy, just some vodka." She poured a glass for you, and poured some wine for herself. She brought the glass back to you, and motioned for you to sit down on the couch. You did so, before hearing Johnny in your head.

"She's nothin' like me." He appeared beside you on the couch, leaning back casually. He was probably in denial. You spoke back to him, in your own thoughts.

"She is just like you. Just maybe with much better circumstances in life." He huffed at you, knowing you were right. You turned your attention back to Johnny's daughter. "Thanks for the drink." You took a sip.

"Welcome. So.. you knew my father? I assume he is long dead by now." She takes a big gulp of her wine. She doesn't seem to feel entirely comfortable talking about it, but she needed to know.

"Yeah.. he is. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Didn't know him." She shrugged her shoulders. "Hard for me to feel attached."

"I know, but he wished he could have met you. He would, if he were still here." Johnny still stayed silent.

"What makes you so sure? He's not here to tell you that." Hardheaded. Not surprising.

"He and I were close. I just know he would." Leaning forward, you rested your elbows on your knees. "I thought I would come here to tell you about him, if you wanted to know. But I'm also here to learn a little about you. He wanted someone to know." She sighed, finishing her glass.

"I need more wine for this." She went to the bar, getting more drinks. Time went on in your conversation, and more drinks were swallowed down. She told you that she was living nicely because she had a very high paying job working on cyber security systems. She freelanced and managed herself, choosing who she worked for. She told you that she knew who to stay away from, including Arosaka. "Dangerous, dangerous people." She shook her head. "I'm not saying they deserved to be blown up but.. it was hard to feel bad for them when I learned about it." Johnny laughed.

"Nevermind. She really must be my daughter."

"She's also like Alt in one way. She's too smart for her own good, sounds like." Your head began to feel somewhat fuzzy, so you only halfway finished your last drink. "You're a lot like your dad."

"Am I? I guess it's possible." She stood up, walking to the window to look out at the city. "I never wanted children. Would he have wanted grandchildren too, I wonder?" Johnny didn't have a response.

"I'm not sure. He only wanted to know you. I know even though he's not here, he would have been proud of you for how successful you've become. Also for making better choices than he did."

"Better choices, huh..?" She hummed. "What was he like?" She turned to you. It was time for Johnny to make a choice. You looked in his direction. He sighed and shook his head.

"Don't tell her who I was.. my name. She's too good a kid. She deserves a good dad. To think she had a good dad." You stood up, walking over to her. You put your hand on her shoulder.

"Your dad was, most times, a stubborn, hateful jackass who made a lot of mistakes and bad choices in his life." She looked to the floor. "But he wanted to atone for his mistakes in the end, especially with not being in your life. He would have loved you. I know he would."

"I'm.. glad to know that he would have." She crossed her arms. Johnny suddenly stood up, then materialized at the door.

"Alright, that's enough.. I don't want her to know what kind of person her dad really is. Let's go, before she finds out. Please." In meeting his daughter, he suddenly was hit with all the shame and guilt from his actions in the past. All at once. "I'm such an idiot."

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Late Again- Johnny Silverhand Smut (March Madness Winner 2024)

The sun shined bright through the window of my small apartment in night city, mornings like this are the ones I could never take for granted. The view of night city despite this shitty apartment was one I don't think i could bare ever being away from yet as I roll ever a view I enjoy much more greets me. "Good morning, Johnny" "....what time is it?" "9:45" "fuck....if it double digits I ain't waking the fuck up yet" "come on sleepy head, rogue has work for us this morning remember? you know how she hates it when we run late" "yeah yeah....five more minutes." "Johnny...come on we gotta go" I picked up and pillow and flopped it down on his head as I giggled at his irritated groan. "if you're gonna make me get up can I atleast taste that pussy first?" "JOHNNY!" "What?! shits like coffee to me" "you're an idiot" "I didn't hear a no". Johnny quickly grabbed my hips and flipped me underneath him while he kissed down my neck onto my collarbone. "Johnny we gotta...oh fuck" Johnny always had a way of going directly for that sweet spot on my neck that he knew makes me fall apart. Yet right now he knew exactly what he was doing by making us late. "I gotta deal for ya kid" "What's that?" "give me 20 minutes to fuck you into the mattress then we can still make it in time to go see rogue sense your so concerned about her yelling at us" "Fine but if we are late I'm gonna tell her it was your fault" "Just shut up and let me fuck you already". Johnny slide his boxers off and started to slowly stroke himself with his precum leaking from his tip. I couldn't help me nearly drool at the mere size of it. Johnny has always been a very big boy down below yet it never fails to surprise me every time I see it. He reaches forward with his right hand and rubs soft circles on my clit while his left hand reaches up to my neck. Damn how i love the cold sting of the metal against my burning skin. "You're fuckin soaked.....that all for me?" "yes.." "yes what?" "yes sir" "good girl..." Johnny leaned down spreading both my legs and place them on my shoulders before shoving his tongue into my soaked hole. "Fuck! johnny!", Johnny continued to eat my soaked pussy like it was his last meal adding in his fingers in the process was no surprise as he loved to give me a little extra while he got his fix. "Fuck sweetheart you taste like fucking candy..." "mmmm johnny!" "thats it scream my name let the whole fucking building know whose fingers are in your pussy" "FUCK! please...please just fuck me already" "You want this cock princess?" "yes...please" "deal". Johnny quickly adjusted himself before slamming into my without warning. "OH fuck!" Johnny's thrusts were relentless as usual yet I knew exactly what he was trying to do when he reached down and start to rub fast circles on my aching clit. "you gonna squirt for me, princess? hmm? you gonna soak the fucking sheets for me" "Fuck yes please Johnny Faster!" "yeah you like that? you like being my messy slut?" I felt the strong churning in my stomach as Johnny continuously quickened his pace. "Johnny.... gonna....im gonna!" "cum for me princess" I most certainly didn't need to be told twice as I felt myself soak the sheets below as my orgasm rushed through my entire body. The overwhelming release almost made me drown out the sounds of Johnny's deep moan as he came deep inside me. "fuck.....princess so good for me" "Mmm thank you" "no thank you, baby best way to start the morning is with a pussy in your face" "dear god.." Just as Johnny leaned down to kiss my head the phone rang on the bedside table signaling to us both we were indeed once more late again. "guess we're late huh?" "you're telling her why we are late, mr. i need my morning pussy" "i don't regret shit!". Though we may be late with Rogue again I can't help but hope I can wake Johnny up more often. A/N: super simple Johnny smut for the March Madness poll #3 winner lemme know if yall wanna see more of Johnny in the future K BYEEEEEEE

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Currently thinking about the amount of times you can watch Johnny Silverhand scratch is balls...

What's he have? Crabs or something??? 🦀

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