#johnny voice V I FUCKED UP SO BAD

[mail-me-a-snail]

congrats johnny! that's the worst anyone's ever done it!

#cyberpunk 2077 #cbp2077 #cp2077 #cp77 #johnny silverhand #doodle #digital art #artists on tumblr #keanu reeves #cd projekt red #ben affleck #mine #my art #HELP #FIRST SEMI SERIOUS ART OF 2024. ALRITE #johnny voice V I FUCKED UP SO BAD #anyway this is a paps shot of his n kerrys samurai days btw #long post

[shotmrmiller]

this is for you, @ttsbaby01

here's the piece that inspired this

1.5k words because who knew i needed to write something like this today. i kinda edited it, just a quick skim, though.

simon x f!reader,

tw: explicit smut, p in v, the usual, MDNI

Simon teaches Johnny some new tricks

The moment Simon saw you wince when Johnny pushed himself inside of you, that was all he needed to see. Incredible. For someone that brilliant, Johnny is obtuse when it comes to sex.

Maybe he's blinded by lust, who knows, but Simon almost grimaces at the pace he starts off with, and when he sees you flatten your feet on the bed to meet Johnny's thrusts, Johnny simply pins you down with his weight, forcing you still.

Poor you. All you wanted was to come, and Johnny couldn't even tell, too focused on pistoning his hips into you to meet his own end.

How greedy.

And when Johnny does come, Simon chuckles when he sees your face. It’s mildly disappointed but unsurprised— like you’re used to it.

He watches Johnny kiss you before he pulls out and immediately gets up to shower. That's his cue— the sorry excuse of a show is over. Simon's about to shut his laptop when he sees your hand slowly travel down to your aching pussy and circle your neglected clit with your fingers. Oh?

When he hears your pleasured moan again, he sits up on his chair, pupils expanding as he takes you in. Now this is what he wants to see.

Every delicious whimper and mewl that slithers out of your throat makes his cock twitch in his trousers. He can't help himself. Simon takes himself out and starts to pump according to the rhythm you've set.

Oh, you take it slow, sensual, for a bit, and then pick up the pace. Your moans start to get a little louder as you circle faster and press much smaller fingers into your abused cunt. He knows that his one finger could stuff you better than two of yours.

He knows that he could pull those sweet sounds out of you with his tongue flicking your clit, his stubble scraping your inner thighs raw, his fingers curling inside to find the rough patch of skin on your slick walls.

His eyes are shut as he squeezes himself, precum dribbling onto his knuckles, and when he hears you climax— airy, high-pitched moans that's a bloody symphony to his ears— he also comes. Simon spills all over his hand and stomach, seed sticking to his happy trail, and he couldn't give a fuck less. You're the best thing he's heard in a very long time, and he's debating replacing the classical music he usually listens to at work with your voice.

Simon languidly opens his eyes to look at you on his screen, and the fucked-out, blissful look on your face is something that'll be engrained in his head forever.

He watches Johnny step out of the bathroom with a towel around his trim waist and lowers himself onto the bed to kiss you.

Simon shakes his head, and with his clean hand shuts the laptop. It seems he's gotta teach Johnny how to treat his girl right.

--

"How was it, LT?" Johnny gloats.

Sighing, Simon pulls him into his office and takes out his personal laptop. "You tell me, Sergeant."

Johnny looks gutted when the video gets to Simon's favorite part.

"Yer jokin'." He sounds miserable, and Simon would feel bad if Johnny hadn't been a braggart about how he fucked you in the beginning.

"'Fraid not' Johnny. I gotta admit, I didn't take ya to be tha' selfish."

Johnny opens his mouth to defend himself when Simon silences him with a swipe of his gloved hand. "I can help ya, though. Let me teach ya how t'please her so tha' this embarrassment doesn't happen again, yeah?"

Johnny's eyes, colour a mix of sea and sky, shine brightly as he looks up at Simon. "Are ye serious?"

"Wouldn't offer if I wasn't."

Simon clenches his jaw painfully tight when Johnny agrees.

Only once Simon stands alone in his office does he let his emotions show. The sound of his fist hitting the desk fills the room, first with one resounding thump, then with another, leaving his knuckles throbbing. He's going to bloody ruin you.

Maybe Johnny will be willing to share you after all of this is said and done.

--

Johnny came to him later that day, letting him know that you had also agreed, but no mask at home. You won't sleep with someone whose face you can't see.

Simon almost took his mask off in exhilaration on the spot.

--

Simon has your legs propped on the edge of the bed as he lapped at your sopping cunt.

"Johnny, ya gotta focus here," he pointed his tongue and circled it around your swollen clit, making your back arch, and Johnny has to tighten his hold on you. He sat behind you, your back to his chest, his arms around you as he looked over your sweaty shoulder to watch Simon eat like a man starved.

"And gently curl your fingers inside, you're looking for..." he paused, the tendons in the middle of his wrist fluttering as he prodded until you were squealing, dripping slick down his hand. "That. You're looking for her sweet spot," he instructed.

Simon keeps rubbing your walls, and every movement has the obscene squelching of your drenched cunt getting noisier. "She's about t'come, I can feel her startin' to squeeze my fingers. Look at her, Johnny. That's the face ya wanna see," and then he turns his attention to you. "Come f'me, pet, let me hear ya."

He encircles your clit with his lips and sucks, and you shatter in Johnny's arms— head thrown back onto his shoulder, trembling violently, loudly dry sobbing at the toe-curling ecstasy that's searing through your veins, stealing the very oxygen in your lungs. Simon doesn't stop thrusting his fingers, prolonging your pleasure, taking every bit of it for himself. It's the only time he'll be selfish.

Your head is clouded with arousal, numb from pleasure, and you can vaguely feel yourself being laid flat on the bed, limp legs hooked over shoulders, feet resting on a strong back— muscles rippling with each movement.

There's a buzzing sound in your ears, and you can see Johnny's lips moving, talking to you, and then he's stepping away. You lazily turn your head to the side, and watch Johnny kneel by the side of the bed, gaze intense as he looks towards where Simon is. Then there's something hot, heavy, and thick pressing into your entrance, splitting you open, sensitive walls stinging at the stretch, and it goes deep, and even deeper still— it seems never-ending until there's a pinch in your lower stomach.

"Atta girl, love." Simon grips your jaw with one hand, and commands, "Eyes on Johnny, sweetheart. Let him see ya and let me hear ya."

And starts to pump his hips. The depths that he's in are devastating, it feels like he's rearranging your insides, which is strange because Johnny's got a monster in his pants as well, but this.

This is different.

You're so sensitive from your prior orgasm that it feels so much more intense, and you can't even try to hold back the keens that are being wrenched from you. Your vision is blurry with tears from overstimulation, but you keep your gaze on Johnny, and he looks painfully aroused. His cheeks are bright pink, his mouth slightly open as he pants, eyes molten as he looks at your cunt swallowing up someone else's cock.

God, he's so pretty.

You're brought out of your musings when Simon places a pillow underneath you, lifting your hips and changing the angle.

The way Simon fills you to the brim with his cock, pushing you to, if not past, your limit is just plain disrespectful.

And then he grabs your legs by the ankles, your thighs touching your chest, folding you in half like a napkin to start thrusting shallowly— the tip of his head gently jabbing into your g-spot.

Your head goes blank, vision white, and your mouth opens into a silent scream, or maybe not so silent, who knows who cares.

Simon thrusts 4 times before that coil in your stomach snaps like a pencil. Your cunt clamps down on him like a vice, unwilling to let him move, but he only grunts and starts to slam his hips into your soft arse— spine rattling from the strength of him. He unrelentingly fucks you through your climax, hips never losing their rhythm.

He's bottoming out now, and you swear you can feel him in your throat, and he starts to pound into your used cunt. When you hiss from how tender you feel, Johnny cups your cheek and leans in to give you a soul-stealing kiss. It's sloppy, you can hear the slick sounds your mouths make, and when you moan into him, Simon's thrusts turn sloppy, choppy. Then he pulls out with a loud snarl to spurt thick, viscous cum directly over your puffy slit, coating your mons with it too— only to push himself back inside, head dripping with his seed, and slowly thrusts until he's overstimulated.

Simon gently lowers your legs back onto the bed, and you groan at the ache when you feel your blood rushing back to them.

"Fuck me," you mumble tiredly, and Johnny chuckles in response.

"Simon already did tha', bonnie." Johnny presses a kiss to your sweaty forehead and looks at Simon.

"I now ken what ye mean, LT. This was a different beast altogether."

You huff out a laugh because beast indeed.

Jesus.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #simon ghost riley x f reader #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mw2 #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x you #simon just helping his bff out #what a good guy #cod mwii

[ghosties--writing]

Cw: cockwarming, semi public sex, p in v, kissing

Simon loved you and everyone on base knew this, he might have not voiced it often but he showed you through actions. He firmly believed that actions spoke louder than words. That's kinda how you got in this position.

In his room, on his bed straddling his hips with his cock inside you, a blanket covering your lower half and facing him. You had been needy all day and watching him spar with the recruits and man handle ammo along with other things, did not help you situation.

When the end of the day finally came around, you found Simon in his room and voiced this to him, even though it was embarrassing to do so. You were both tired and didn't feel like moving much but you were more than happy to just feel his cock in you. You got undressed and only put one of his shirts on before straddling his hips.

Before he let you sink down on him he makes sure that you are well prepared to take him. He brings his hand down to your exposed cunt and he runs a finger through your already slick folds. When he decides he that he is done teasing you, since he has been doing that all day, he sticks a finger in you, gently working you open. Once he feels like you take more he slowly adds another finger in and he continues to do this until he believes that you can take his dick without hurting yourself.

You move to position yourself over his dick, you slowly sink down on him, accommodating to the stretch. When you finally get yourself positioned on his dick, the two of you talk about random things but mostly sitting in silence for the most part. He covers what skin is exposed with the blanket, covering himself aswell.

The two of you were sitting comfortably in silence, starting to doze off until there was a knock at his door followed by a scottish accent. Simon makes sure that you are covered before he tells Johnny that he can come in, while sounding irritated. They have a brief interaction but as they talk, you reposition yourself slightly making you inhale sharply but you cover it up with a yawn.

Once Johnny leaves he Simon chuckles lowly, "Trying to show off for the other sergeant?" He says as he massages your hips "My filthy girl, dirty, dirty, girl." He says kissing you

"Should I fuck you? Let him hear how good I make you feel?" He says slowly bucking his hips up as you whine and whimper into his shoulder.

"Maybe that's a bad idea, the whole base won't sleep if we do that."

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[soap-ify]

soap x fem! reader

soap acts mean with you after he caught you humping your teddy while he was out

wc 1.6k

cw degradation, spanking, p in v, pussy slaps, implied dacryphilia ??, orgasm denial, basically johnny being a meanie who loves mocking your voice (neil reference!!)

notes guys i only uses like little scottish vocab because i'm SCARED to try and write a scottish accent, buy i will surely do it in the future !! just don't wanna butcher it right now.

18+ under cut, mdni.

"johnny! please, i'm so close!"

johnny's voice rang in the bedroom, laced with mockery while he purposely tried to make it high-pitched enough to mimic your voice. a wolfish grin adorned his lips as he watched you struggle on top of your teddy pink, your hips twitching and grinding clumsily, you being bare except that shirt you were wearing — which you had seemingly borrowed from him.

"f-fuck you..." you would sob out, your voice nothing but sweet despite the frustration lingering on it.

it all had started off when johnny had caught you humping on your teddy like the needy little thing you are, loud moans leaving your lips. he had just came back home from buying some groceries, and you just couldn't control your needs for a few hours, could you?

you were an embarrassed mess once you had spotted him from the corner of your eyes as he stood at the door of your shared bedroom, his royal blue eyes watching you in amusement. you were quick to hop off your teddy and cover your botton half with a blanket, cheeks all pink whilst excuses and babbles left your lips. "sorry, johnny... didn't mean to! got so needy i just..." you whined in embarrassment, all frustrated and needy from not reaching your climax, yet somewhat ashamed at the same time for being caught.

"tch, such a naughty lil' lass you are." he clicked his tongue and folded his arms, feigning betrayal as a frustrated pout adorned his lips. "havin' fun all without me?" he grumbled under his breath, taking heavy long steps towards the bed, his eyes darkening up a bit.

"go on. why did ya stop, bonnie? don't want me watchin' you?"

that's how you found yourself back on your cute big teddy, arms slung around the big head as you tried to steady yourself, tired legs trembling whilst your wet, aching cunt rubbed against the teddy's torso, your lips letting out soft whimpers.

"oh, come on. my baby wasn't moaning so quietly earlier." johnny chuckled and playfully delivered a gentle smack on your plush ass, his fingers kneading onto the soft flesh before letting it go, callused hands grabbing your waist and lifting you up your teddy with ease.

he was quick to flip you on your stomach and pin your down on the bed, straddling you from above. "fuckin' naughty lass, can't even fuck the poor teddy properly." he clicked his tongue, feigning frustration as his hands moved from your waist and back to your ass, right hand raising up to deliver a harsh slap that was enough to make you sob and bury your face in the soft plush of the pillows.

"what happened to oh please, johnny! or wanna cum so bad!, eh?" he sneered, using that high pitched voice of his once again. he had this sick habit of always mocking your moans and pleas, loving the way you would hide your face in embarrassment while your eyes would tear. you didn't mind it tho, did you? it was all fun, and in the end, he loved you too much to actually hurt your feelings.

"sorry... just want you so bad, can't think anymore..." you would babble in between your sniffles, head turning back a bit to look at him with those teary eyes of yours that were enough to make him melt internally.

"poor baby." he cooed, leaning down to press soft kisses on the back of your neck, your brain going all mushy at the sudden affection. "can't do it on your own, mmh? only need your johnny's cock, right?" he whispered lovingly, that familiar condescending tone lacing his words, making your hips twitch in his grasp.

you were such a mess right now, your ass stinging from the slaps whilst your cunt was a big wet mess, thighs quivering in need while tears streaked your cheeks, your hands grasping onto your teddy and pulling it next to you so you could cuddle it. "please, johnny..." you sobbed quietly, squirming impatiently beneath his weight.

johnny rolled his eyes, pretending to be exhausted of your pleas as he gripped your waist and flipped you on your back, eliciting a surprised squeek from your lips. "actin' like a bitch in heat." he clicked his tongue, his hand quick to snake down to palm your slippery cunt, his thumb pressing down on your clit. his cock was throbbing in his jeans, aching to be free though he resisted the urge, for now.

his fingers would gently dip into your folds to collect the slick precum, slowly spreading it all over your cunty. he was just filthy like that, loved painting everything in your slick. just as you thought he was going to be gentle and take care of you, his raised his hand to gently slap your needy cunt, causing you to squirm in surprise, thick tears rolling down your cheeks.

"this is what you get for not being good and touching yourself without me, m'eudail." he growled in your ear, royal blue eyes flicking up and down your splayed out body — taking in the sight of your tear-streaked face and messy hair, the shirt - his shirt that you were wearing now all hiked up to reveal your tummy, your spread out legs and your flushed cunt. such a messy thing, all for him.

"s'okay, bonnie. gonna make you feel so good that you will forget 'bout anythin' else that could give you pleasure." he grinned cheekily, hands impatiently undoing his jeans, tugging him down alongside his boxers to reveal his cock — a nice length of 7.5 inches, curved and uncut, and oh fuck was it girthy.

his hands would guide your knees to press up against your chest, your hands immedietly supporting your thighs, cheeks flushed in embarrassment while your whole cunt was in full display. "fuckin' gorgeous." he hissed, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your pouty lips before he pulled back and pressed the raging swollen tip of his cock against the entrance of your heat, causing you to gasp and tense up.

"ssh, relax. s'gonna feel so good." he whispered gently, a stark contrast from his earlier mean behavior. he would press kisses on your temple to calm you down, a shy smile forming on your lips as your sniffled, a shaky sigh leaving your lips.

"i love you..." you mumbled out softly, your hands holding onto the back of your thighs tight whilst your teddy was still snugged by your side. johnny would slowly slide his cock into your cunt, feeling your walls instantly tightening around his girth. despite his earlier actions of degrading you, he was very gentle when he was pushing himself in, not wanting to cause any wounds. all sweet, just for you.

"i love you too, lass." he grunted out, hands moving from your knees before he pressed both elbows of his above your shoulders, caging you. "fuck... just like that. so perfect f'me..." he groaned into your ear, face nuzzling into your neck while you felt his stubble tickling your sweaty skin. once his cock was all snug cozy inside your warm, comfy cunt, he began to slowly thrust in and out, hips move in an experienced manner. you both were quite the noisy onea, him grunting and groaning in your ears while you were whimpering and moaning in his ears, your eyes fluterring ship whilst your legs were wide spread. this position made his public hair grind against your clit, causing you to twitch in pleasure.

your ass was all red from his earlier smacks, all marked up by him. no damn teddy could make you cum, only him. was he really being fussy over a teddy? yes. but he couldn't help it! you were only his. his eyes would send glares to the teddy besides you before they focused back on your face, watching your brows knit in pure pleasure as his cock hit the spongy spots inside you, slamming against your cervix whilst stretching your cute cunt out — creating a nice mix of pain and pleasure that you just loved.

his pelvis continued to grind against your throbbing clit whilst his cock fastened up its pace, ramming into your cunt. your legs trembled with each deep thrust while he practically fucked your brain out, your leaking cunt tightening around him. "need to cum, please...!" you sobbed out, feeling the familiar knots tightening up in your stomach.

as soon as you were about to reach your orgasm, johnny stilled inside your cunt, slowly pulling out. you whined in surprise, teary eyes widening in disbelief as you saw a familiar mean grin forming on his lips once again, panting softing. "heh, not so fast, bonnie." he breathed out heavily, his hand giving his throbbing cock a few more strokes before thick strings of cum oozed out of his cock, spraying over your tummy and thighs.

you could only stay still and cry softly while your mean boyfriend denied you your orgasm while cumming all over you, a hoarse chuckle leaving his lips.

"bad lasses don't get to cum. now why don't you beg in that cute whiny voice of yours, eh? then i might reconsider."

#soap brainrot tonight #guys its like 3 am i cant #when neil ellice does that girly voice to mimic the fans... OH GOD. #mean soap truther #johnny soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap x reader #johnny soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #cod x reader #call of duty #mw2 #soap mw2 #cod smut #rurufic

[miniwheat77]

Rival. (Ghost x Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, threats, mention of violence, (sorry if I missed any.)

It was clear to everyone on base that you and Ghost didn’t get along. It was no secret. You avoided each other like the plague and when you had to be around each other, you were always short with one another. You fought like crazy and always had something snarky to say to one another. It sounded a little something like "Get off my back, fucking slag." To which you would respond with something like, "Shut the fuck up, ghost face wannabe." Which would piss him off even further, spinning around. Right about then is when Johnny would intervene. Usually along with a "Steamin' jesus you guys are so annoying, go away." He'd mumble. Before separating the both of you.

It was amusing to some on base, even to Captain Price sometimes which is why occasionally he'd put the both of you on watch together so he could hear the both of you complain about what you had argued about while on watch. Usually about something childish and dumb. Nobody knew where it had started. At which point you decided you hated each other but they thought it was amusing to hear the slurs you called each other. On missions, it was always professional. You usually didn't interact aside from keeping the other informed about what you seen.

You kept your petty arguments out of the field and that's why Captain Price never intervened.

After a rough mission that you'd been sent on with a few new recruits, you were limping your way around base. You had an arm sling on, wrap around your foot. You were in bad shape.

Ghost and Soap were sitting at a table in the mess hall when their Captain sat across from them. "What happened to Y/N? She's in pretty bad shape." Johnny asks, Ghost narrowing his eyes. He hadn't seen you since you got back, he really had no idea what Johnny was even talking about. "Ah.. New recruit." He shakes his head. "She was up on a building and they got ambushed, he took off running for the Humvee, she stayed up to cover him, got hit in the chest by a bullet and it knocked her off of the building and the dumbass ran her foot over. Dirt had enough giveaway so it didn't break it. Thank god." He shakes his head. “He's getting taken off my base. He's just not skilled enough."

"I didn't run my own fucking foot over. Get out of my face." Ghost turns his head, barely hearing the conversation. You're standing out in the hallway with who he assumes is the recruit.

"Not my fault your dumbass fell off of the building." He growls. Taking a step toward you. "I was laying there for about a full minute before you hit me. Not sure what you were doing but it definitely wasn't paying attention that's for sure." You roll you eyes, going to walk away. The recruit grabs your arm, pulling you back. This is when Ghost stands up. "Fuck you. You're a stupid bitch. It's no wonder why no one here likes you. I should've run your stupid head over."

"Let go." Ghosts deep voice startles him a little bit. To his surprise he does. "I bet Ghost would agree with me."

A deep chuckle leaves Ghost's mouth. "No. I wouldn't." He breathes. Taking a step toward him. Grasping hold of his lapels. "Y/N and I may not get along. But we don't ever turn our backs on our own. And if you touch her again, I will break your hands. Do I make myself clear?" His voice is deep and threatening. A voice from Ghost that you hadn't yet heard. You watched with wide eyes. The muscles in Ghosts hands and arms flexing as he pushes him further up on the wall. "Y-Yes sir."

"Now apologize." He growls.

"Sorry Y/N." He breathes. Ghost lets go of him, nodding for him to go away. You watched the smaller man rush away down the hallway, seeing Ghost wipe his face through his mask. The man you're looking at is completely different from the man you don't get along with. Your heart races in your chest and heat pools between your legs. This entirely new side of him has taken you completely off guard. "Thank you." You mumble. "You alright?" He asks. You nod your head. Rubbing your arm with your worn hand. "I came over here to save him at first. Thought you were going to hit him." He jokes. Seeing you smile. It's the first time you've ever smiled while talking to Ghost. "Ah. I probably would've but he caught me off guard." You laugh nervously. He laughs as he walks away. Sitting back down at his table. Soap and Captain Price are staring at him wide eyed. "What?" He asks. "Did she.. smile? At you?" Captain Price laughs, bewildered. "Yeah, that fucking recruit put his hands on her." He rolls his eyes. Seeing his Captain nod. "I'll have a talk with him."

Soap laughs. "I can't believe the both of you had a civil interaction. Usually you try to tear out each others throats." He laughs. Seeing Ghosts eyes wrinkle, he's smiling. "It's different when someone is hurting her. You're not supposed to actually hurt those you work with. If that were the case we'd both be dead by now." He laughs.

You made your way back into your room, closing the door behind you. What the fuck was that? You sigh, sitting down on the edge of your bed. You hurt really bad. All you could take since you were on base was mild medicine. You were really restricted. Your shoulder hurt from your fall and your lower leg and ankle hurt from the idiot that ran you over. You needed to get ready for your turn on watch. You nervously slipped some shoes on. You were meant to be on watch with Ghost. You didn't know how it was going to go after what had happened.

You watched the time go by quickly, nerves setting in more and more as the seconds ticked by. Why were you even this nervous? Ghost never made you nervous. Sure, he could be a killing machine. He could murder hundreds of men and never even bat an eye. Hell, he usually harassed you and made fun of you constantly. So why did he stand up for you? And why did he look so damn fine while doing it?

You shook your head, those intrusive thoughts would be the death of you. You didn't like Ghost. He was a prick to you. You hated him and he hated you so what the hell was this that you were feeling?

You stood up from your bed, making your way for the door. "Hey. Ghost said he's got watch if you wanted to rest." Your Captain nods his head. He notices the way you jump slightly. "Sorry darling, didn't mean to scare ya." He laughs. "I was just coming to find you."

You nod your head. "I'll be alright to watch a computer screen, I might take up that offer for training in the morning though." You laugh. He smiles. "With a hurt shoulder and ankle? I think you'll be off a few days. Just relax." He smiles. You thank him, before continuing down the hallway. You could avoid this or face it head on.

Ghost is sitting up in the watch tower, he’s doing a crossword puzzle in an old newspaper. Right, old man stuff. He’s bored. He doesn’t expect to hear footsteps coming up the stairs and he doesn’t expect you to emerge through the door. “What’re you doing?” He asks. “Uh.. coming up for watch?” You mumble. “Did Price not get to you in time?” He stands up. “No, he did. But it’s not like watch is physically exhausting.” You snort. “You’re a crazy girl.” He shakes his head. “Yeah, you need me up here with your blind ass.” You joke. He rolls his eyes. “Yeah. Let’s see you hobble over to the alert button.” He crosses his arms.

You smile, looking up at him. “Touché.” You smirk. Your smile cuts right through Ghost. Sending chills right down his spine. He’s never seen you smile like that. “Are you doing a crossword puzzle?” You laugh. “Yeah. Got bored.” He groans. You laugh. “Maybe I can help you.” You mumble. “Really?” He laughs. “Why’re you being so nice Hm?” He asks.

“I don’t know. I was just offering.” You mumble. He stands up, stretching slightly. His jacket raises and you can see his toned stomach, his pants sitting low on his waist. You swallow hard, turning away from him. “You okay?” He asks. “What? Yeah. Yeah I’m fine.” You laugh awkwardly. “You sure? You’re acting weird today.” He laughs. “Yeah. I just didn’t expect you to stand up for me is all.” You blush, looking down.

Right then, he catches that glint in your eyes. He knows.

He takes a few slow steps toward you. Seeing you back up slightly. Until you’re leaning up against the small countertop. “Where’s the famous little bratty attitude hm?” He chuckles. His voice is deep. His close proximity is intoxicating. “I.. I um..” you take a deep breath.

He steps toward you, lowering his head so that he can look you in the eyes. He reaches down, grasping hold of your thighs and lifting you up onto the countertop. A gasp leaving your lips as he moves himself between your thighs. You’re breathing hard, panting almost. “Ghost-“

His name is perfect coming out of your mouth breathless like that. He can feel himself hardening in his pants already. “Tell me I’m not mistaken. You keep looking at me like that.” He glides his hand up your thigh. You keep quiet. Eyes boring into his hand as it creeps up higher. You push your hips to the edge of the countertop, pushing into his hand. Hearing him let out a snort. “Fuck.. you actually want this.” He breathes. “Say you feel it too, you have to.” You sigh, looking up at him through your eyelashes, seeing him turn his eyes away from your with a groan. “You can’t keep looking at me like that.” He breathes. “Is this because of that stupid recruit?” He asks. You nod your head. “Why?” He asks.

“I’ve just never seen you like that before.. and you were doing it for me.” You whine, pushing your hips lower, eyes getting heavy when his fingertips ghost over the seam of your pants. You take in a shaky breath. Feeling him apply more pressure, you can’t help but tilt your head back slightly. “What, you don’t hate me anymore because I stood up for you? No offense but.. you shouldn’t be so willing for someone doing the bare minimum.” He let’s out a deep chuckle. “Pathetic little thing.” He mumbles. He’s testing you, to see what he can get away with. You roll your eyes. He pulls away from you for a second, moving to make sure the door is latched and locked. He returns to between your legs.

He works with you to remove your cargo pants, hearing your breath hitch in your throat when he reveals you to him. He moves himself closer to you. Tugging his jacket off. He’s got on a black v-neck t-shirt. It’s tight on his arms and upper body. He’s fit. You close your eyes tightly. Overwhelmed by him. It’s funny, how much you hated each other just the day before and now you’re just a few seconds off from having sex.

He reaches up, grasping the hem of his mask. He pulls it over his head. Hearing you take in a deep breath. “You tell anyone about this, you’re dead.” He mumbles referring to the mask. You close your eyes tightly, smile playing at your lips. He smiles, gliding his tongue over his teeth. He likes seeing you like this. “God, you really are pathetic. That why you’ve been so mean to me huh?” He grasps your thighs, pulling you into him. He lowers his hands, unbuttoning his cargo pants and unzipping them. Revealing the thatch of pubic hair he has, sliding his cock from its confines. “You got a crush?” He smirks, seeing you roll your eyes. “Thought I was a slag hm?”

He chuckles. “Just f’me right?” He smirks. Tip lining up with your opening. You take in a deep breath, body shaking slightly. “You’re so full of yourself.” You mumble.

“Yeah?” He laughs. Thrusting into you, seeing the way your mouth parts into an ‘o’, eyes shutting tightly. “Looks like you’re full of me too.” He snorts. Breath right on your ear as he slides back, thrusting back into you. Feeling your thighs shiver in his grasp. “Open your eyes, Cmon. Look at me.” He grits his teeth. You obey him, looking up at him. “You’re so cute when you look at me like that.” He breathes. “Makes me want to ruin you.” You cry out, chills rising on your skin as he thrusts right into that spongy spot inside of you, pushing your thighs up so that he can reach deeper inside of you. It’s clear to Ghost you haven’t had much experience. Your eyes are full of tears as you look up at him. “You’re so wet.” He groans, holding you as he starts a rhythm. Steady pace as he rocks his hips into yours, watching himself disappear into you. Your arousal coating him and building at the base of his cock. He can’t help but smile. Closing his eyes. You feel amazing on him, tight. You’re warm and wet and he’s already addicted. He tilts his head back, a sigh leaving his lips. He grasps the hem of his shirt tugging it up onto his stomach. Trying to avoid making a mess of it with you.

He plunges into you deeper, leaning over you and pushing you back. “Look at me.” He breathes. You look up at him. He can see tears bordering your waterline. Making him smile. “Not too much is it?” He mumbles. “No- no.” You whine. Hearing him chuckle at your fucked out state. He leans into you, lips finally pressing into yours. He wraps a hand around your throat to hold you steady as he kisses you. Throwing another curveball at you. Not only is he really good at this but he’s a really good kisser too. You keep your eyes shut, even when he pulls away. He can see that he’s overwhelmed you. He pushes your shirt up, leaning down to attach his lips to one of your nipples, lowering his hand to rub circles into your clit with his thumb. You cry out, hips bucking into him. “Fuck- oh fuck.” You cry. “Simon- I’m gonna cum.” Your voice is stuttering, almost like you’re crying. “S’alright. Give yourself to me.” He doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s right on the edge. Trying to get you to that line before he finishes. He doesn’t want to look pathetic. You say his name again, feeling him tense into you. The mewl you let out as you say it, the way it rolls of of your lips. It’s everything. His thrusts are getting sloppy, he’s right there. Your thighs tighten against him, a sob leaving your lips. His eyes widen as he feels you tighten down around him. “Oh fuck-“ he gasps. Eyes rolling back as he finishes inside of you, riding out both of your highs. His hips jerk slightly, overstimulated by your pussy. You milk his cock perfectly.

“Shit.” He mutters, relaxing into you. You’re breathing hard, you still have a couple dried tears on your cheeks. Hearing him chuckle as he wipes them off with his thumb. He kisses you again before he helps you down from the countertop, hearing you gasp as you feel his filth spilling back out of you, running down your thighs. His eyes darken when he sees it, cornering you back into the counter. “Look good like that, Sergeant.” He breathes. Seeing your cheeks warm up. You flinch at the stickiness. He runs his finger along your inner thigh, collecting his spunk on one of his fingers. He raises it. “Open your mouth.” He breathes. You obey him immediately, something he’s always loved about you. You’ve always taken orders well. He pushes his finger into your mouth, feeling your tongue on it as you suck it clean. He grits his teeth. “Fuck, you’re a fuckin minx.” He rolls his eyes. Finger moving from your lips with a pop.

“Go get cleaned up, I’ll be waiting for you.” He breathes. You nod your head.

He can’t help but laugh at the discomfort you feel. Flinching as you walk.

You disappear through the door, and he adjusts himself. Cleaning up everything to make it look like he hadn’t just railed you on the countertop. He lets himself cool off for a minute before sliding his jacket and mask back on. Returning to his seat he’d been in previously. A few minutes later, you return. You’ve still got a limp but that’s not from him unfortunately. “Cmere.” He nods his head. You close the door. He moves a chair right in front of him. “Let me take a look.” He mumbles. You sit down and he raises your foot up, untying your boot and carefully pulling it off. He removes the wrapping the medic had put on it. Shaking his head. “Someone needs to show those medics how to actually wrap a foot.” He rolls his eyes. He tilts it carefully to the side, trying his best not to hurt you. He starts pressing on it, feeling you jerk away from him, a hiss leaving your lips. “I know it hurts but you’ve got to let me.” You nod your head, gritting your teeth as he applies pressure to it. Massaging the inflamed muscle.

Once he’s finished abusing it further, he wraps it up tighter than the medic had wrapped it, trying to relieve the discomfort you feel.

“Feel better?” He asks. You tilt it side to side. “Yeah, still hurts but.. better.” You laugh. He helps you put your boot back on, even tying it for you. “Why’re you being so nice to me?” You ask him.

“Because, it’s my responsibility as a soldier to look after you. And I guess you’re kind’ve cute so.” He rolls his eyes. “I’m not kind’ve cute. I’m really cute, thank you very much.” You giggle. “God you’re pretty when you smile like that, suppose I should’ve spent more time being nice to you.” He laughs. “Yeah, you should’ve,” you shove him slightly. Gasping when he forces you closer by your chair.

“I’m still your LT. Behave.”

#call of duty mw2 #ghost mw2 #mw2 smut #ghost fanfiction #simon riley #simon riley smut #simon riley x you #ghost smut #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #soap mw2 #cod mw2 #captain john price #price mw2 #alejandro mw2 #captain price #johnny soap mactavish

[barefoothighlander]

mary on a cross - hero of the day

-simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

-warnings: violence, death, smut (mdni), unprotected p-in-v, oral (fem rec), creampie, simon has a dirty mouth, mentions of alcohol, mentions of domestic violence (nothing graphic)

-word count: 6k

-summary: as you and simons relationship grows, outside forces conspire to reveal his secret, leading to him having to protect you by any means necessary. mercenary au

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a/n: ok so I finally got around to playing mw 2019 and I fear a Price phase is coming on so... we'll see what happens. Not proofread, sorry for any grammatical errors

The mornings you and Simon woke up to were very different, yours was filled with a warm breeze from the window and a sense of comfort, not only from your bed but from your current life. You were happy, finally, it took years for you to gain the strength to leave but now that you’ve created the life you wanted, you felt content, secure. Simon’s morning was filled with dread, he barely slept that night, deciding to rather spend his time pacing his bedroom after he hung up the phone with Johnny, the two of them had worked together a few years prior, before Simon’s retirement and they had grown rather close, even using the term friends sometimes (though Johnny used it far more liberally than Simon). But it had been years since the two talked, not for any specific reason, just that Johnny had remained in the force and Simon grew used to living a life of solitude, not bothering to call Johnny over the years. He didn’t have Johnny’s number saved in his phone, but he wouldn’t mistake that voice anywhere, that obnoxious Scottish accent that he swears pierces his skull. It was a shock for Simon, being so cautious with his past time having everyone including the local police confused, but Johnny knew him, they had been through war together, he knew all of his moves, his favourite weapons, the only thing he didn’t know was the why.

“What are you doing going about killing civvies?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about MacTavish” Simon responds, trying to keep his breathing regular as to know alert Johnny

“Bullshit LT, it’s you, I've seen you kill enough men to know what it looks like” He takes a beat, “I’m not gonna turn you in”

Simon almost sighs in relief.

“I just want to know why, you left the force years ago, I’d thought your violent years were behind you, hell if you wanted to kill you should’ve stayed”

“They’re bad people Johnny”

“They always are”

“They’re not innocent, I just wanted people- innocent people to be safe”

“Alright”

The two men sit on the phone in silence for a few minutes, neither one daring to speak.

“I’ll see you in the morning LT,” Johnny says before hanging up.

Simon sat in his bed, his heartbeat in his ears, fuck he’ll ask more questions, he gets up and begins pacing slowly back and forth, you’ll ask questions. He never wanted to tell you about his past, he didn’t want to scare you, he knew you’d look at him differently if you knew what his military file had in it, he knew you’d run far away if you knew what his current past-time was, he couldn’t have Johnny talking to you it would ruin everything, he needed a way to get rid of Johnny without him giving away his secret, and without raising your suspicions.

Rather than sit anxiously in bed all morning Simon had gone to the gym beside the pub, it wasn't a large commercial gym by any means, but it had punching bags, and that was more than he could ask for, reposting to work out some of his stress on the large bags he threw punch after punch till his already sore knuckles were swollen and red. Deciding that he had inflicted enough pain on himself for the day he grabbed his bag and made his way back to the pub, going to turn the key in the lock before realizing it was already open. Immediately Simon went into fight mode, prepared to attack whoever decided to trespass onto the property, his trance only broken by the sound of laughter, your laughter, his shoulders untensed as he pushed the door open to find you, head thrown back in laughter, smile wide and bright, and him, next to you. 

You turn your attention from Johnny towards the door, eyes locking on the large looming figure advancing towards you.

“Good morning,” you say, smiling as wide as ever. Simon's gaze shifts between you and Johnny.

“Mornin”

“Sleep well?” Johnny asks, a smirk on his face as he sips his coffee, Simon ignores his questions.

“Johnny said he knew you from the force, figured I’d let him in before we open so he could say hi” 

Simon spares a tight-lipped smile in your direction, “Yea we um, worked together for a bit”

Johnny fakes insult, “Just wanted to check in LT, finally got leave so I’m back for a bit”

Simon gives a curt nod as he busies himself cleaning glasses, you sense the tension in the air.

“I’m gonna go get some coffee, did either of you want anything”

“No” “I’ll take a tea lass” both of the men respond, you smile and make your way out the door.

“You shouldn’t be here Johnny”

“She’s sweet”

Simon turns his gaze to stare daggers at Johnny as a smirk creeps up on his face

“You like her” Johny asks, though it’s not a question

“She’s not a part of this”

“So she doesn’t know?”

“No one does”

Johnny nods his head looking around the room before continuing.

“Are you going it for money?”

“No”

“Then what?”

Simon sighs, “When I got back, I spent a week just sitting in my flat, watching the news, trying to catch up on whatever I’d missed. The people, the children that were being harmed, I couldn’t just watch it happen.”

“So it’s about your family”

Before Simon can respond you walk back in, tray of drinks in your hand.

“I know you said you didn’t want anything but I figured I’d get you some anyway”

Johnny watches as Simon's body untenses at the mere sight of you, glancing at his eyes that are practically heart-shaped. You place the drinks atop the bar and both men reach to grab theirs, Simon mumbling a soft thank you in your direction.

“Oi doll, could you grab some extra glasses from the back,” Simon asks, you nod at him and turn to walk towards the backroom.

“Let me help you,” Johnny says, Simon furrows his brows.

“I don’t need your help, Johnny”

“Right, what happens if you get caught?”

“I won’t”

“You don’t even exist technically, you get caught an the whole team gets investigated”

“I won’t get caught” Simon stands stern as Johnny shakes his head in disbelief. “You should go”

“Right” Johnny gives him a sad look, “I’m off lass!” he shouts to you. You poke your head around the corner.

“Already? Well alright, don’t be a stranger” you say with a smile as Johnny gives you a wave turning away to exit.

“I’ll be in town,” he says to Simon, it’s more of a warning.

Simon feels his mind flush with a million thoughts at once as soon as Johnny leaves.

“So, the weirdest thing happened last night,” you say, moving back into your seat at the bar, Simon gives a hmm in acknowledgement, keeping his attention on cleaning the bar.

“News said they found two bodies on a street close to here, just freaked me out cause I take that street home”

“Strange”

“Right, and remember how I was telling you about those guys following me” You wait for his nod, “It was the same street, can’t be a coincidence”

Simon feels his pulse start to race, there’s no way she thinks it’s me. You shake your head

“I don’t know, just weird. Guess I have to find a new route home”

“I can take you home,” Simon says a little too quickly

“No I don’t want to be a burden, I don’t live far anyway”

“You could never be a burden”

You feel your cheeks flush a little, looking toward your feet.

“Alright”

The two of you enter a comfortable silence, going about your tasks individually, but always within reach of each other. The day was slow, with a handful of people coming in once and a while to get a few drinks, by midnight it was dead quiet, you and Simon occupying yourselves with quiet conversation that was mostly one-sided.

“Top five books,” you say

“What?” Simon responds with a raised brow

“What are your top five books, I’ve noticed you reading in the mornings”

He gives a small nod, “Not sure, maybe dorian gray, hell’s angels, jekyll and hyde, moby dick, and jane eyre.

“You’ve read jane eyre”

“A few times yeah”

“Cute, no books about war?”

“Feels strange to read about it when you’ve lived through them”

“Them? Like multiple”

“What are yours” He changes the topic quickly

“Doesn’t matter” you say and he smirks.

He looks outside to the dark street, “We should probably get you home”

You nod and gather your bag, Simon walks beside you, locking the pub before the two of you make your way to the street, he places a soft hand on your waist to guide you in a different direction, and you feel heat flush your body from the contact. The two of you turn a corner and walk to a small alley beside the pub where a motorcycle is sitting.

“You ride a motorcycle,” you ask almost amused. He huffs a laugh at the question urging you closer as he turns the key in the ignition, you hear the bike roar to life as Simon turns to place a helmet on your head, securing it before sitting on the bike, he waits for you to get on the back. You nervously place your hands on his shoulders, unaware of how to sit, he reaches back for your arms, pulling them tight over his stomach and forcing your chest to press against his back. You try to stop yourself from feeling over the strong muscles of his stomach, he turns the bike to make his way down the alley onto the street, speeding up as he enters onto the road. You cling to him and he can’t fight the smile that creeps up on his lips, he revels in your touch no matter the circumstances, he liked that you were holding on to him so tightly seeking safety. The ride to your flat was short but exciting, Simon driving more cautiously than he normally would. He parks the bike outside your building as you remove the helmet passing it to him, you smooth your hair from your face before thanking him and making your way to your door.

You close the door behind you and fall against the wall trying to come to terms with what you were feeling, you didn’t want to take your hands off him, you wanted to press further into his flesh and let your hands roam all over him. You think about exploring his body, feeling his muscles under your palms, his fingers digging into your hips and heat pools in your lower stomach, you bite your lip and in a surge of confidence you open your door again to see him leaning against the bike, smoking a cigarette. You lock eyes and he quirks his head.

“Did you want to come in?” you ask sheepishly and without a second thought he throws his cigarette to the pavement and closes the space between you. It happened so quickly, the door was pushed open and he grabbed your face with both hands, not wasting a minute in attaching his lips to yours, his kisses are feverish, and tongue and teeth and he closes the door with a kick of his leg and moves you back against the wall, he leaves your lips to plant wet kisses down your neck and collarbone as your hands roam over his shoulders, chest, back, any part of him you could reach. You feel his weight press against you as he lifts you up against the wall, lips returning to yours as his tongue begs entry and you oblige. The two of you are a mess of gasps and moans, trying to catch any breath between the kisses, he begins walking you down the small hallway as you direct him to the bedroom in between kisses.

He drops you onto the mattress, lips never leaving yours as you arch your back to lift your shirt and he does the same giving your hands full access to paw at his skin, you feel your fingers over his littered scars you’ll ask later. He reaches down the hem of your pants, looking to you for permission, you nod and attach your lips to his neck as he undresses you, your arms reaching behind your back to remove your bra. You’re left in just your panties, laying on the bed, lips swollen and eyes blown wide in lust while Simon takes a step back to admire you muttering curses under his breath that bring a rosy tint to your cheeks. He kneels down and places a trail of kisses across your bare stomach as your fingers find their way to his scalp, raking through his hair, his fingers come to curl around your underwear before peeling them down your legs as he looks over your dripping pussy.

“Christ, so wet already”

You blush and he smirks before diving in, licking thick stripes up your slit, lapping up every drip he can, teasing it with his fingers before pushing them into you, he’d take his time later, he wanted you, needed to feel you come apart on him. Your head is thrown back, slurs of moans leaving your lips as your fingers grip his hair in an attempt to ground yourself. The combination of his fingers and expert tongue bring you to your peak quickly, your chest tightening as your high builds.

“That’s right pretty girl, cum for me, cum on my fingers”

You let out a loud gasp of his name as you reach your climax, he licks you through it, replacing his fingers with his tongue in order to swallow every last bit of your high. He places a few more kitten licks to your swollen pussy before moving up to entrap you between his arms, reaching down to kiss you.

“Taste so sweet,” he says reaching down to unbutton his pants before taking them off. You glance at his throbbing cock through his boxers, it’s big, bigger than you’ve taken before. He reads your eyes,

“S’alright doll, I’ll be gentle”

“No,” you say but it comes out as a whimper, “want you to fuck me, hard”

A smirk creeps onto his face as he grips your waist, flipping you onto all fours, you’ve barely caught your breath, limbs weak as you try to hold yourself up. He grabs a handful of your ass, placing kisses down your spine before bending to bit lightly at the meat of your ass, you let out a small yelp and he kisses over the skin, teasing the head of his cock through your puffy lips. He plants a firm grip at your hip before pushing into you, letting out a moan. You let out a curt fuck as he pushes in, leaning down to encase you, planting a palm next to your shoulder before he begins slowly pumping into you inch by inch.

“Doing so well love, just a little more”

You can’t help the breathless moans that escape your lips. He bottoms out with a large breath that you feel fanning over your cheek, your arms give out as your face falls in contact with the bed. He pulls himself back up to trace his palm between your shoulder blades as he continues pumping into you. As your pussy adjusts to the size of him you begin moving your body back against him in time with his thrusts, feeling the tip of his cock prodding at your cervix. He brings both hands to knead at the flesh of your ass, spreading the cheeks apart to get a clear view of him fucking you.

“Fucking hell, feel so good love”

He picks up his pace and you hear your headboard colliding with the wall behind it, drool pooling on the sheets under your mouth as you cry out his name.

“That’s right baby, say my name”

“Si- Simon fuck”

He reaches a hand around to toy with your clit and you feel your muscles constrict around his length.

“Fuck squeezin' me so tight”

He reaches a hand around your throat and pulls you upright, your back arched and flush with his chest as he holds you against him, your hands coming to grab at his thick forearm in an attempt to keep yourself upright. You can’t think, your mind clouded with only him, his scent is intoxicating, all you can feel is him. He brings you to your peak, sucking at your neck hard enough that it was sure to leave a mark as you moan into his ear.

“Yes fuck, right there, please Simon”

“Yea, that feel good love”

You nod.

“Words baby”

“Yes God please”

He continues thrusting into you, fingers circling your clit faster as that familiar coil burns in your lower abdomen.

“Shit I’m gonna cum”

“Yea? Fuck cum on me, wanna feel you squeeze my cock”

And you do, you come undone in his arms, your pussy soaking his cock and he fucks you through your second high, never slowing his pace. When you finally come down you’ve lost all control of your body, your thoughts are fuzzy as he flips you onto your back and pushes back into you, bringing your knees to your chest and holding them there. You can’t form words, body overstimulated from your orgasms.

“Not gonna last, where do you want me”

“Inside please, need to feel you,” you say but it comes out as a whisper.

He can’t deny you, not when he has you under him, completely lost in him, begging for his cum, his muscles tense as he slows his thrusts, spilling his hot seed deep into you with a deep grunt. He releases your legs but keeps himself inside, leaning down to kiss your glistening neck, he stays there for a while, both of you catching your breath, basking in the warmth of him.

He removes his softening cock from you and watches as the mixture of both your orgasms spills out before leaving to grab you a warm towel. He runs it over your body, careful to not hit your overstimulated clit before tossing it to the laundry bin and settling down next to you, you reach for him nuzzling into his broad chest as his arm moves to hold you close to him, lips pressed to the crown of your head.

“Can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do that” he says and you giggle into his chest, hands roaming to feel over his scars.

“They’re old, wounds from when I served,” he says as you glance up at him, “knew you were gonna ask at some point”

You smile, reaching up to kiss him, head falling back against the pillow as he brings his hands the push your hair out of your face, you stare into his eyes, his face gives nothing away but his eyes, they’re full of emotion, he looks at you like you hold the world. You feel yourself growing tired as you cuddle back into him,

“Stay here,” you say

“Okay”, you feel the deep rumble of his voice through his chest as you close your eyes letting the warmth of him comfort you into sleep.

The two of you are woken to the loud noise of banging at your door, you open your eyes slowly, your limbs are tangled between Simon’s as his arms hold you close, cursing to yourself that you’d have to leave him. You move from his chest and throw on some pants and his shirt, making your way to the door, opening it your heart falls to the floor.

“Alex” your chest feels empty, why was he here, how did he find you?

“Hey babe”

You shake your head trying to close the door but he places his foot in the way.

“Can we just talk”

“No - I left for a reason” You glance back at Simon in your bed, still asleep. “You need to leave”

He follows your eyes, “Is someone here” The tone in his voice grows angrier as he pushes the door to let himself in, you stumble back.

“Alex please, go home I don’t want you here” you beg as tears prick your eyes, it had taken everything in you to leave him and here he was in your apartment.

“Who the fuck is that” he yells turning back to you, invading your space and forcing your body to move back against the wall as your arms come up to plead defence.

“You leave me and move here to fuck some other guy, you fucking slut”

“Alex please”

His hand makes firm contact with the wall beside your head, making you flinch as your tears start to flow down your cheeks.

“What is wrong with you, I gave you everything”

Before you can object a deep voice calls from the other side of the room.

“I’d back off if I were you”

You look up, eyes locking on Simon’s and you can see the anger that's burning it’s way to the surface

“Seriously, hey just fuck off man this doesn’t concern you,” your ex says, turning his attention towards the large man.

“It concerns me plenty,” Simon says crossing the room to tower over Alex

“Simon please” you beg, he can see in your eyes that you don’t want him to hurt Alex, but every fibre of his being wants to kill him, slit his throat and throw his body into some alley for the rats to feed on. Alex puffs his chest and pushes at Simon with his hands, he doesn’t move an inch, tilting his head down to glare at your ex's face.

“You need to leave”

“You fucking leave, she’s my girlfriend”

Simon feels his anger come to a tipping point as he grabs Alex’s neck and shoves him against a wall, your quiet pleas lost in his fit of rage. Alex brushes him off, sparing you a final glance.

“This isn’t over, I’ll be back,” he says before leaving, slamming the door behind him hard enough that you jump. You sink backwards against the wall.

“Are you alright?” Simon asks scanning your body for any evidence that you were hurt.

You shake your head, “You shouldn’t have done that”

“He was hurting you-”

“No Simon, you don’t understand, he’s not going to stop, he followed me here” Your cheeks are stained with tears, your breath heavy.

“Then I’ll deal with him,” he says slowly bringing his hands to hold your face as you stare up at him. God help any man who tried to hurt you in his presence, “I promise, he’s never going to touch you again”

You sniffle, trying to catch your breath as he wraps his arms to hold you, this was just another person he’d have to take care of, he’d kill everyone if it meant keeping you safe. The two of you stand in the living room, not a word shared between you as he just continues to hold you, shushing your quiet sobs, placing tender kisses on the crown of your head. You felt safe in his arms, your anxiety settling as his palms caress over your spine.

“I’ll kill ‘em if I have to”

You release a giggle, as Simon smiles but he’s being serious. After a few minutes, the two of you continue your morning, Simon making tea as he doesn’t trust you to do it properly while you stand in the shower, letting the warm water ease your tense muscles.

You jump as the curtain pulls back, Simon’s head popping in, eyes lingering on your naked form.

“Take a picture why don’t you”

“Don’t tempt me”

You laugh at his remark.

“I’ve gotta head over to the pub” his eyes full of lust, every bit of him trying hard to not jump in the shower with you, “I’ll see you over there in a bit yea?” 

You nod leaning over to kiss him, biting lightly at his lower lip.

“Minx,” he says and splashes some of the water at you.

Simon leaves and you continue with your morning, drying off from the shower and getting dressed for work. You weren’t sure how the new dynamic would work, you had always found Simon attractive but this was new, you’d never slept with someone you had to see every day. You didn’t know if this was a one-time thing, you hoped it wasn’t but Simon wasn’t the best about vocalizing his emotions, you didn’t want to just come out and ask, so you’d have to wait, test the waters, see how he felt about you.

By noon you had made your way to the pub, the cool air inside a welcome sensation after your walk in the warm air outside, you settle your things, peeking around the corner to try and find him.

“Simon?”

No response, maybe he was upstairs, you’d never been to his flat and it felt strange to just invite yourself in so you stayed in the pub, finding tasks to complete while you waited for him. A few minutes pass and you hear a loud crash from upstairs.

“Si?” you yell, hoping it’s him upstairs and not some robber, silence fills the next minute before you see him emerge from the back door looking a little dishevelled.

“Hey love, make it here okay?” he asks placing a kiss on your lips. You’re a little taken aback at his quick pace.

“Yeah fine, what was that noise”

He looks over to you taking a beat, “Knocked a chair over, was rushing around too quick I guess”

You nod, not fully believing him but trusting him enough that you didn’t pry further. The two of you fell into routine, pouring drinks for regulars, restocking liquor, cleaning glasses, having small conversations between customers.

“I’ve gotta check something in the flat, I’ll be back quick,” he says rushing up the back stairs.

You occupy yourself cleaning as you hear more noise from upstairs, deciding you needed to check it out for yourself. You make your way up the back stairs, slowly opening the door to the flat peering inside. It wasn’t anything spectacular, essentially just one large room, a bed at the far wall in front of a window, there was a small kitchen tucked against another wall, everything was very clean, it looked like he never used the furniture. You look around for him as you step into the room, following the sound of his heavy breaths around a corner, he’s standing at a large window looking out, a creak in the floor alerts him to your presence.

“Hey, sorry not as quick as I thought”

You look around, nothing is out of place so what was all the noise?

“It’s alright, just heard banging, didn’t know if you needed help with something”

“Huh? Oh- no was just looking for something, forgot where I’d placed it”

“Placed what”

He looks at you, jaw slack as he tries to think of a response.

“My tags, dog tags, wanted to throw them in with the rest of my stuff just couldn’t remember where they were”

You glance over, eyes locking on his bedside table, you flick your head in their direction.

“Found ‘em”

He huffs a laugh, crossing the room to pick them up, toying with them in his hands before moving over to you. He glances down at you, raising his arms to place the chain around your neck, you stare up at him, quirking your brow.

“Look better on you” he says, leaning to kiss your forehead. 

Your fingers come up to fiddle with the tags, eyeing them over, Lt. Simon Riley, well at least you knew his last name now.

“Did you close up”

You shake your head.

“Right well, meet you outside in 5. I’ll drive you home”

He begins walking away,

“Why don’t we stay here tonight,” you ask and he stops in his tracks, “Easier that way, don’t have to wake up any earlier to get to work”

He thinks it through in his head, he’s never had anyone in his flat, let alone stay the night, but it’s you.

“Yea alright, just give me a minute to close downstairs”

You nod, taking the time to further explore the space. Lots of books, a guitar sat in the corner, no pictures, he had barely anything on the shelves, it looked like he only used the space to sleep if that, the bed was perfectly made, not a single wrinkle in the sheets. You strip your body of your clothes, rummaging through his drawers to find a shirt, throwing it over your form as you settle into the bed, senses overtaken by his scent that lingers on the pillows. Simon steps back into the room, eyes landing on your half-naked form,

“Comfy”

“Very,” you say, stretching your limbs over the mattress as you feel it dip from his weight. He lays back and you crawl over him, legs caging his hips as his arms secure themselves around your back, chin nuzzled into your neck.

You revel in his warmth as he places light kisses over the skin not covered by his shirt, making his way to nip at your neck eliciting a small moan from you. You crane your neck to bring your lips to his, kissing him softly as his hands move down to grab at your ass. Your kisses become feverish as you feel yourself grow needier, light pushing your lips against him, Simon moves to kiss along your jaw, lips settling under your ear.

“What do you want pretty girl”

“You, need you,” you say through gasps, grinding yourself down onto his hardening cock

“Need me to what”

“Need to feel you, need to feel your cock inside me”

“Atta girl” He grips your hips with bruising strength as he grinds you back and forth against him, your hands moving to plant on his chest as your clit catches on the fabric of his boxers.

He moves you at a brutal pace and you can feel the arousal pooling in your lower stomach.

“Soakin’ me already baby, you gonna cum just from grinding on me”

You bite your lip, nodding as the sensation takes over your body, your legs tensing as you dig your nails into his flesh, your slick leaking from your orgasm, soaking through your panties onto his hard length.

He lifts you off him, pulling his boxers down, his throbbing length slapping at the skin of his lower abdomen.

“Wanna ride you” you say breathlessly as Simon smirks.

You push yourself up, lining his cock up with your weeping cunt before settling down on him, taking him slowly, gasping at the stretch. His hands grab at your shirt, lifting it over your head before his lips move to kiss at your breasts, tongue teasing over your hard nipple as your fingers rest on his shoulders stabilizing you. Once you settled you begin bouncing slowly up and down his cock, your juices leaking down pooling at the base, and coating his pubic hair. He leans back, hands on your hips encouraging you to continue, he thrusts up abruptly, forcing your body forward, hands planting on his firm chest and you continue to ride him, the friction from his pubes hitting just the right spot that you’re able to grind your clit against him

“That’s right pretty girl, use me, make yourself cum on my cock”

You lean down to kiss him and his arms wrap around your back, holding you to him as he plants his feet against the mattress and begins thrusting up into you at a brutal pace, your head falls to his neck as choked sobs escape your lips. You bite down on the meat of his shoulder, hands grasping at the sheets as he continues to fuck you.

“Fuck - look at me, wanna see you when you make a mess all over my cock”

You arch your back, head coming to rest against his forehead as you stare down at him, your jaw’s fallen open, strings of moans escaping as he reaches to kiss you, forcing his tongue into your mouth as he continues his assault on your pussy.

“Fuck, m’gonna cum”

“That’s right, good girl, wanna feel you squeeze me”

He latches his lips to yours, swallowing the moans that come from your orgasm, fucking you through it at a brutal pace as he chases his own high.

“Fuck you feel so good, so tight” He groans eyes locking onto where your bodies meet, mesmerized at the sight of your pussy swallowing his large cock. You dig your nails into his shoulders as he grips tightly around you, thrusting a few more times until he lets out a loud moan and you feel your pussy being filled by his warm seed, pumping a few more times, letting you milk him dry as your foreheads come into contact again, the two of you rest against each other trying to catch your breath, he places a kiss to your lips before slowly rolling you over onto your side, holding you tight to his chest where you plant kisses over his scars.

You fall asleep quickly, your body tired and mind quiet at the sensation of Simon's breaths against your cheek, he listens to your breathing, his own mind racing with thoughts. He had followed your ex from your flat, conveniently walking down the street near the pub as Simon invited him in for a drink and a chat, Alex had obliged entering the doors before Simon locked them and wrapped his arms around his neck effectively incapacitating Alex, he wasn’t thinking, all he could feel was his anger, he hated him for hurting you, hating the fact that he had even been able to touch you even more, you were his, no one would touch you except him. He had dragged Alex’s body up the short flight of stairs into his flat, positioning him near the bathroom, giving him time to wake up before continuing his assault, he wanted him to feel every hit, every bruise and ache that would remind him not to go near you, Simon landed blow after blow to his body, blood spitting from his mouth pooling under his head. He didn’t mean to kill him, but somewhere along the way, his sight turned black, his fists moving on their own accord coming into contact with Alex’s head.

Simon stood back, catching his breath now fully aware of what he had done, ignorant to your presence downstairs he grabbed the body leaving it in the bathtub, he would come back later when his head was clear to clean up.

When he finally returned upstairs later he knew he had to be quick, wrapping the body and tossing it out the window into the alley behind, he knew the routine of the sanitation workers, he had enough time to take you home and come back to responsibly dispose of your ex so that no one would know it was him. What he didn’t account for was you, standing in his flat as his hands were wet with soapy water from cleaning the blood off the floor, he panicked, he couldn’t lie to you, he wanted you to trust him, but his instinct to protect you from who he really was took over.

He never planned on giving you his tags, but seeing the smile on your face after he put them on you he can’t picture you without them, a chain around your neck with his name, a visible marker to let him know that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

He couldn’t sleep, even with the comfort of your body next to his, he had to clean up before you noticed anything. Carefully he removed himself from your arms, watching the way you tucked into yourself at the loss of warmth, he made his way over to the window to look upon the corpse, devising a plan that would allow him to get rid of it only for his eyes to focus on an empty alley.

The body was gone?

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[mykneeshurt]

Date Night

Soap x AFAB!reader

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, f oral receiving, p in v, unprotected sex, mentions of self-harm

A/N - this happened to me 🙃 my ex did this lmfao stupid prick, curb stomping him wouldn’t be enough. I can’t afford therapy right now so here we are. This ain’t my best work but I’m trying to get back into writing to battle this haze I’m in

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The sound of keys clanging in the door snapped you out of daydream. Blinking away the tears that had gathered you slipped the mask back on. The mask that protected your true self, vulnerable and hurt. Heavy footsteps echoed down the hall, your house mate was finally home from deployment.

‘Hi Johnny!’ You called out from the kitchen. He let out a sigh as he dropped his bags, the wooden floor creaked and strained beneath the weight. ‘God, good to be home’ he called out, the smile evident in his voice. He finally made his way into the living room, it was open planed, he saw your figure at the cooker. Stirring something that smelt good and had your undivided attention. ‘What is that divine smell?’ He asked as he took off his boots.

Taking a deep breath you made sure the mask was secure, ‘lasagne, I know it’s your favourite annnnd there’s a crate of irn bru in the fridge for you. Though I may have stolen some’ you laughed. Coming over to the cooker he dipped a spoon in and slurped up the beefy sauce. ‘You’re a fuckin angel. But I have a date tonight, so no lasagne for me’ he wiggled his eyebrows cheekily. A flash of disappointment flew through you, but instead you plastered on your fakest smile and hugged him instead. ‘Check you out lover boy, I’m still gonna have some, I’ll put yours in the fridge.’

He thanked you again before making his way to the bathroom to shower. You carried on making the food, your mind mulling over the conversation with your ex, if you could call it that. Pottering about in the kitchen you waited for the food to cook, the sound of Johnnys music filled the silence. Some EDM track that was clearly hyping him up for his date. You were happy for him, his last girlfriend was a bit of a bitch in all honesty. It was nice to see him excited for once.

You poked and prodded at your food in-front of you, your appetite suddenly disappearing. Your mind ruminating, spiralling further and further into an abyss of darkness. Tears began to well again, this time you were unable to contain them, they fell and ran down your cheeks. You sobbed quietly into your jumper, hoping the sleeves would muffle the tears. Your chest ached, as a prang of anguish stabbed at your heart. You weren’t even sure why you were sad, you should have been angry. But ultimately you were hurt.

You were so caught up in your mind you hadn’t heard him come down the stairs. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw you hunched over the kitchen table. Seeing the movement out of the corner of your eye you quickly wiped away your tears. Forcing a smile you wiped your hair out of your face. ‘Johnny! You look so handsome, have a wonderful time’ you sniffed. Walking over to the table he sat next to you, ‘what’s wrong?’ Concern plastered over his face.

‘Nothing’ you shrugged, dropping your gaze away from his. ‘This don’t look like nothing. I’m not going till you tell me.’

‘I’m fine.’

‘You’re clearly not. Tell me.’ You rolled your eyes pushing him slightly ‘I’m fine, you’re gonna be late.’ He sighed as he pulled out his phone. ‘What’re you doing?’ You asked craning your neck to see. ‘Rearranging.’ Eyes widening you begged him to go, ‘please go, I’ll feel so bad if you don’t. You don’t need to worry about me.’

‘Well I do and I’m not going.’ The sound of the text being sent filled the silence as he turned his full attention to you once more. He placed a hand on your back as you fell into his chest, he held you tight as he cradled the back of your head. Playing with the fabric of his shirt you took in a deep breath. ‘My ex text me..’ you began.

‘Get tae fuck? That piece of shit?! Fuck he want now?’ You groaned into his chest, knowing he was going to lose his shit. ‘He sent me a picture of a cut on his leg, with a knife next to him. Told me I made him do it.’

You felt him tense beneath you, ‘fuckin excuse me?! What the fuck?! What’s his number, no way am I standing for that.’ You gripped his wrist, ‘Johnny no. He ain’t worth it, it just caught me off guard which is why I’m upset.’ You could see his chest puff out slightly as the artery in his neck pulsated with fury. ‘I’ll kill him. Swear t’god.’ You chucked at his protectiveness ‘no you won’t, cause he ain’t worth it. You and the boys could always rough him up though.’

‘Don’t know whether we’d know when to stop’ he smirked.

You sat up from his chest and offered a pathetic smile. ‘There she is’ he smiled back his hand still cradling the back of your neck. Your hand rested on his thigh, it was firm and warm to the touch. Your eyes met as you felt your breath get caught in your throat, something shifted in that moment. ‘You can still make the date’ you whispered. His grasp became tighter on your neck as he dropped his gaze to your lips. ‘I don’t think I want to.’

Slowly your faces edged closer together until your noses touched slightly, ‘Johnny, please go on your date.’ It was a pathetic attempt to stop whatever was happening. ‘Do you really want me to?’ His voice was a breathless whisper. Your lips hovered just above his, his breath danced along your own. Sliding your hand further up his thigh you finally said the word you secretly both wanted to hear. ‘No.’

Giving in your lips met, it was slow, tender, gentle. A low groan rippled from his chest as his tongue swept at your bottom lip, as you granted him entry he slid his free hand around your waist. You cupped his face pulling him closer to you, deepening the kiss. Shifting from your chair you climbed onto his lap. He smiled into the kiss, you could taste it on your lips.

Pulling back you bit your lip, heat rising to your cheeks. Averting your gaze you felt the sting of embarrassment tease at your chest. You rested your hands on his broad chest turning your head. Heart thumping, mind racing, the surge of adrenaline coursed through you as he cupped your cheek pulling your gaze back to him. ‘You want this?’

You stomach churned with nerves, once this bridge was crossed there was no going back. Burnt forever.

But you wanted it.

Badly.

You always had.

‘Yes.’ It was barely above a whisper, but you meant it.

He gripped your thighs and lifted you with ease, squeaking into his neck as he hoisted you onto his hips. Walking over to the sofa he sat down with you still in his lap. A giggle fell from your mouth as you repositioned yourself. Splaying his hands over your hips he pressed you down into his crotch. ‘Always loved the sound of your laugh.’ Throwing your head back you exposed your neck to him, long and elegant. ‘Really?’

He pulled you back into him as he whispered against your neck, ‘really.’ Peppering kisses along your skin he nipped at your earlobe ‘wanted y’since I first led eyes on you.’ You moaned as you clawed at the back of his head, raking your nails along his Mohawk. ‘Yeah?’ You asked as you rolled your hips, gripping his hair in between your fingers. He hissed as he licked his bottom lip ‘fuck, yeah. Bad. Fucked my fist thinking of this for so long.’

Feeling your panties become wet you slammed your lips back onto his, this time the kiss was faster, sloppier. You rolled your hips again causing him to nip your bottom lip. He tugged at your jumper, pulling it off in a swift motion revealing your plump breasts. You worked his button until his shirt fell open, revealing his toned chest with a dusting of hair. Scrambling with it you finally managed to pull it off as he undid your bra. Placing kisses along your collar bone he squeezed a nipple in between his fingers eliciting a whimper from you.

Your nimble fingers undid his belt in record time, slapping your ass he moved you off him so you were now laying down on the sofa. You looked beautiful to him, hair tussled, face flushed and glowing as you panted. He pulled off your leggings and discarded them somewhere behind him. He knelt in front of you, lifting your leg over his shoulder he placed kisses along your thigh as he looked up at you. His piercing blue eyes full of desire and lust, pupils blown wide. He teased his tongue along your clothed cunt, already tasting how sweet you were.

Moving your panties to the side he groaned at how wet you were. He swiped his tongue along your slit gathering your arousal on the tip. Hissing through your teeth at the contact you bucked your hips, begging for more. Wrapping his arms around your hips he secured you onto his face as he methodically and lazily licked your clit. Burying your head in the sofa pillows you let your body float away into a cloud of pleasure. He ate your pussy like a man starved, savouring every morsel of your juices.

‘Fuck Johnny’ you panted twisting your fingers in his hair. When he finally removed himself from your dripping cunt he kissed his way back to your mouth. You tasted yourself in the kiss as you ground your hips into his. Pulling away he searched your eyes for any objection, for any doubt but all he saw was want. ‘Say yes’ he whispered ‘please.’ Cupping his face you placed a form kiss on his lips ‘yes, fuck, yes.’

A wide grin spread across his lips as he lined himself up at your entrance. Pushing himself in a shudder ran down his spine, you felt heavenly against him. Your mouth fell open as you adjusted to his stretch, he began to move his hips gently. He watched as your eyes fluttered and your features twisted from the new feeling. Leaning down to your ear he planted in your ear, ‘wanted this for so long, y’feel so good.’ Pulling closer into you, you rested your cheek against his as sounds of ecstasy filled the room.

‘Harder, please, shit’ you mewled. He picked up his pace slamming his hips further into you, his hard cock filled you perfectly. ‘Don’t stop Johnny.’ He stifled a laugh as he tried to regain some composure ‘keep talkin like that I won’t last much longer love.’

‘Fuck, I don’t care, I want you to cum for me. Want you to fill me.’ A shaky whimper fell from his lips at your statement as his eyes rolled. ‘Dirty fuckin mouth you got, doin so well love.’

The unexpected praise coughed you to clench around him, ‘wanna go on top’ you demanded. Pulling out he positioned you on top as you sank down on his hard cock once more. Rolling your hips back and forth have your clit the missing pressure it craved. He gripped your hips as you rode him, skin glistening in the dull light of the living room. Unable to pull his eyes from your face his mouth dropped open as guttural moans built up within his chest. He was close. So were you.

The pressure on your clit proved too much, your orgasm crashing around you out of nowhere. You placed your forehead on his as you inhaled each others moans, digging your nails into his neck as you rode out your climax. He threw his head back as he came, a tease of your name on his lips. You felt his cock pulsate inside you as he drenched your walls with his cum.

Collapsing onto his shoulder he rubbed your back, tracing small circles on your sensitive skin. He cupped your jaw again and pulled you into a passionate embrace. Breaking the kiss you offered him a warm smile, one that could melt even the coldest of hearts. ‘I’m not reducing your rent mind’ you teased, a wicked glint in your eye. ‘Wouldn’t dream of askin hen.’

Tracing your nails over his neck you suddenly looked embarrassed, Johnny worried he’d done something wrong furrows his brows. ‘Can I ask you something?’

‘Anything’ he replied a little confused. Pursing your lips you built up the courage to ask. ‘You wanna stay in my room tonight?’ His eyes lit up, full of mischievous sparkle.

‘Yeah, I’d like that.’

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[asskickedbygirl]

The Johnny elevator smut was so hot omg. Can I request a smut with a fem reader where Bam’s having a bad day and he’s super frustrated so the reader kind of lets him take it out on her by having rough sex and then it’s fluffy at the end? Thank youuu

Release

[Bam Margera x F!Reader]

Desc: anon covered it!

A/n: glad you enjoyed going up!!! icl i do enjoy writing bam smut even tho this is kind of out of fic character but i do love dom x reader sometimes

warnings: smut (18+), p in v, sub/dom dynamics, use of safe word

1.9k words

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“Fuck!” 

You heard a yell from the yard. Looking out the window you saw Bam slamming his board down on the ground, angry expression on his face. You observed the way he kicked it and mumbled incomprehensible things under his breath, unbeknownst to the fact you were watching him from a few feet away. 

Bam was already pissed given the fact some asshole MTV exec had cut an entire episode of Viva La Bam, claiming it was “too vulgar for television”, as the email stated. You had to restrain him from writing a fairly strongly worded one back which only ticked him off more, resulting in him heading outside to skate though not even that was putting his mind at ease, only enraging him even further.

‘He’s quite hot when he’s angry.’ You thought, eyes drinking in his slim frame that was littered with tattoos.

You and Bam weren’t a thing, you guys were just friends. Well, friends that had quite a bit of pent up sexual tension. The feelings were only rising, perhaps even bursting, ready to be released. Released.

Bam pushed his hair off of his forehead, panting and glaring at the ground where his board lay when he glanced up to meet your stare from the dining room window. You didn’t look away immediately, instead prolonging the eye contact a little longer, a tiny smirk playing at your lips. Bam tore his eyes away, confused on why he was flustered all of a sudden but deciding to head back inside anyways.

“Hey.” You spoke as he shut the sliding doors with vigour.

“What are you still doing here?”

How polite.

“Dico said we’re watching a movie later, no point heading home.”

“Yeah well I’m not hanging out.” 

And with that, he was out the door, stomping up to his room, only enticing you to follow him.

Your fist tapped lightly at the door.

“I said I’m not hanging out.” He wasn't yelling, but it was clear he wasn’t exactly very happy either. 

You opened the door despite his protests, leading Bam to glare at you as he put on a fresh shirt.

“What’s your problem?!” He spat.

“I don't think I’m the one with the problem.”

“Can't you just fuck off? I’m already pissed about those fucking assholes in suits, do you want me to be pissed at you too?!”

“Well about that.” 

Bam narrowed his brows as you walked closer to him, hands behind your back.

“I have an idea.” 

Bam looked you up and down, completely clueless as to what you were going to suggest but still hoping deep down it would be what his dreams entailed. 

“Why don’t you take your anger out on me?”

“What like fucking yell at you or something?” 

He wasn't catching on, you smirked.

“No, not exactly.”

You stepped forward, slightly closing the gap between the two of you, seductive eyes looking into his. You lifted your arms up to wrap around Bam’s neck, his breath hitching and cheeks flushing at the close contact.

“Other ways.” You whispered.

“So you want me to fuck you?”

You smiled at the frankness, moving your face closer so your lips were brushing his, just about. 

“Well I know you've wanted me for a while, and I’ve wanted you too, and you’re angry. What better way to release than to fuck my brains out?” 

“Are you fucking with me?” Bam’s voice was low and shaky, unsure.

You leaned in and pressed your lips into his, grabbing his chin as you did so before pulling his face away, his eyes forcing back open. 

“What do you think?” 

Bam slammed his lips back onto yours, his hands already grabbing at your hips to pull you flush against his body, mouths and teeth clashing the rougher he went. You let him push you onto his bed, his hands already unbuckling his belt with desperate speed. 

“You want me to take everything out on you I fucking will. Take your clothes off.”

Despite your previous mannerisms of being all confident and domineering, this power shift sent vibrations down to your core, excited that Bam was already willing to take the reins and fuck you as hard as you both needed. You swiftly removed your shirt and shimmied your pants down your legs, leaving you in just your underwear. Bam had his hand down his boxers, shirtless and pumping himself to get hard, watching you splayed out on the bed for him. 

“I said take your fucking clothes off.” He spat lowly, a completely new personality taking over.

It dawned on you he meant your underwear and so you slowly bent your arm around to unclasp your bra, letting it fall forward to reveal your tits.

“Hurry the fuck up.”

Bam had no intentions of enjoying this show you were putting on, instead lurching forward to rip your panties off, throwing the ruined pair on the ground and pushing his fingers inside of you with no warning.

You let out a surprised moan, jolting up to rest on your elbows as his index and middle worked in and out of you at a rapid pace, your body convulsing as it adapted to the sudden pleasure.

“Give me a safe word.” Bam said, not giving up on working you up.

Your head had lulled back, too dazed out from his movements to understand what he had said until he stopped, fingers pulling straight out of you. 

“Give me a safe word or I stop.”

“Oklahoma.” is all you said before you felt Bam’s warm spit drip onto your cunt, fingers dipping into your folds.

You let out a breathy moan as he slipped inside of you once again, thumb pushing against your clit while his other hand gripped your waist to make you hold still. Your back arched as Bam’s finger began making curling upwards, hitting the spot you needed him to, your legs beginning to close.

“Keep them fucking open.” 

Bam used the hand that had been holding your waist to force your thighs open, thumb pressing into the soft flesh as you continued to squirm. As you were brought closer and closer to the edge, he removed his fingers abruptly, a string of his spit and your slick coating them. You let out a disappointed whimper from the lack of contact but it was quickly hushed by Bam’s wet fingers being shoved in your mouth. You moaned against them, sucking lightly to taste yourself on them. Bam removed them shortly, kicking his boxers off and clambering on top of you, hard dick pressing into your thigh.

“You wanted me to use you right?”

You nodded, eyes looking into his with lust-filled wonder. 

“Get on your hands and knees then.”

You bit your lip and complied, doggy style wasn't something you were used to but you were more than willing to partake in it if it meant hot dom Bam. Bam sat back on his knees as you moved into position, lining up with your core as soon as you were ready. He pushed into you quickly, barely giving a moment to adjust before he was slamming into you, hips snapping. He brought his hand to wrap around your throat, pulling you up by it so your ass could press firmly against him as he fucked you, the feeling still sore. 

“This what you wanted? This feel fucking good?” Bam was panting, rough fucking wearing him out already.

You struggled to respond with his tight hand squeezing your throat ever so lightly but lord did he feel good. Bam let go of your neck then, your face plummeting forward into the pillows that muffled your moans. He moved his hands to your hips, grabbing them and pulling you back towards him as he continued to move his hips at the fastest pace you’d ever been fucked.

As you left your face to press into the soft linen to suppress your noises, Bam wrapped his hand in your hair, tugging you up and moving his torso forward to speak into your ear. 

“I said, does this feel good?” He whispered sternly, the low voice sending shivers down your spine. 

“Y- Yes.” You whined out, mind fogging from the pleasure. 

“Fucked out already.” He laughed almost sadistically, hips not letting up as he dropped your hair, pushing the side of your face into the mattress. 

“Fuck those fucking fuckers in suits.” He babbled incoherently, laying out all of his frustrations onto you as he fucked you. 

“Do you want my cum inside of you?” 

Your face was being held down by Bam’s strong hand but you could hear his question still. You nodded, eyes screwed shut, nearing your orgasm as well.

“Fucking come for me first then. Need to feel that cunt tighten.”

You moaned as the vulgar words poured from his mouth, his fingers wrapping around to attack your clit. You lifted your head from where Bam had shoved you down after his hand moved, stifling your moans with the back of your own hand. 

“No, no. Lemme hear you. It turns me on.” Bam grasped your hair again, pulling you up to force you to let out your noises. 

You were at the edge almost immediately what with Bam’s fingers moving at such a vigorous pace.

“I’m gonna come.” You exclaimed in a moan, eyes beginning to water. 

Bam responded with nothing, only fucking you harder as you came around him, letting out the most pornographic moan you had ever heard yourself release, tears running down your cheek.

“Fuck yeah. You’re so fucking tight.”

Bam’s hand dropped from your core but his fucking never let up. In fact, his free hand could now resume its place on your hips, allowing him to shove you back on his cock even harder. You were insanely sensitive given the fact you had came just seconds previous and Bam’s speed was becoming too much to bear.

“Bam, slow- slow down.” You whimpered as he let go of your hair, head lulling forward. 

“What was that? I can't hear you.” Bam mocked, clearly no sympathy to be had.

“It’s too much. Please just-”

“Safe word or I keep going.”

You paused. Although the overstimulation was hard to deal with, nothing in you wanted Bam to stop his movements and so you stayed silent.

“That's what I thought. Take it like a slut.”

Despite his cocky remarks, Bam’s hips were beginning to stutter and his thrusts were at a more erratic pace. He was close.

“Gonna come in your pretty little cunt. You want that?”

You nodded through moans as the overstimulation turned to just stimulation. Bam squeezed your hips tightly, his thumbs sure to leave bruises as he dragged you down all the way, burying himself deep inside of you as he came with a load groan. You whimpered as you felt him release, finally release. 

Bam pulled out of you shortly after but still held you up, bending down to examine his cum that started to leak out of you. 

“Fucking beautiful.” He whispered as he pushed a finger inside of you again before you swatted your hand back.

“Enough, jesus enough.”

Bam laughed and complied, letting your body drop to lie on your side, your cheeks a bright red. He smiled as he moved closer to your face, planting a kiss on your lips.

“You good? I didn't go too far or anything did I?” 

You shook your head, kissing him back. 

“Just what I wanted. You feel better?” 

He nodded back, wiping the wetness off your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. 

“Gotta do that more often.” He grinned and so did you.

End.

@gnarkillknoxville @steve-osahottie @izzaaaaaa @jackassvivalabam03 @bambammargera @spoookyberry @jackussy420 @lovexjoe

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[merge-conflict]

sketch: !==

(cw: drug use + some dissociation, body horror/identity crisis. ~1k.)

There’s always something about four am that makes a bleak outlook bleaker, and Johnny is glad he’s too stoned to really feel it. It follows him around, black dog– or maybe just some black cat. A whole bunch of bad omens, on repeat. He can’t seem to relax, no matter what he does. V is dozing in his lap, gonked out of her mind, twitching and shivering in a high he couldn’t reach. If he could, he’d dive in with her. She’s so out of it she doesn’t even seem to notice when he moves her out of the way so he can get up to take a piss.

Habit leads him back to Kerry’s room. He’s still asleep where Johnny left him, curled up next to the empty space he’s left behind. He pads quietly across the hard floor, swinging the door most of the way closed behind him without making the noise of latching it.

When he’s finished he lingers in front of the mirror instead of returning. Today is not one of those days where his face makes him sick; it’s only the reflection of a dead man looking back at him. This isn’t his body. His body is moldering several feet underground. His body is ash and worms. His body is still lying back on that couch.

She’d tried to slither away when he wasn’t watching. Crawling on her belly back to the viper pit. For what? The man who’d gotten her soul split in two and had been too proud to touch her.

“Hey.” Kerry catches him by surprise, crossing the cold tile and putting his hands around Johnny’s hips, familiar calluses skating across his skin. His voice is low, graveled by fatigue. “Can’t sleep?”

“V’s up,” he says. He turns on the faucet and brings a handful of water to his mouth to wash out some of the fuzziness. That just makes him aware of how thirsty he is, so he bends and drinks straight from the stream until it makes him start to feel sick.

Kerry’s hand is running up and down his spine. “She okay?”

“She’s fine.”

Kerry’s silent for a while, but Johnny’s not in a hurry to rush him so long as he’s combing his fingers through the hair plastered to the back of his neck. “You okay?”

Johnny opens his mouth to answer, watching the face in the mirror. It’s all wrong. He should have gone to Kerry sooner, should have let Alt pack him away until they could grow him a clone body. It’s V’s fault he rushed things, and now he’s stuck like this, in this body. He should have killed that old dog when he had the chance. He should kill him now.

“Johnny,” Kerry says, turning him around so his back is to the sink. “Hey,” he says, a little quieter, cupping Johnny’s face. Fifty years he’s been dead, and Kerry still wants him. Fifty years and all his bullshit, and Kerry is cradling his face like he’s someone who had been worth waiting for. “You still with me?”

“What kind of question is that?” Johnny asks, and the words come out an accusation. He exhales, gripping the counter so his knuckles go white and numb.

Kerry’s staring at him with that look on his face that makes him old. Rogue has it too, sometimes, when she’s looking at him. Like there’s something they know that he doesn’t, just because they sold out. Like they pity him because he’s got the guts to do what they won’t.

“You’re high, Johnny.”

“So what?” He brushes off Kerry’s hold because he can’t feel those hands right now without thinking of V at his back, her breath on his neck while she watches. It’s all a fucking lie, and he’s clinging too tightly to something he never deserved, like a ghost that can’t move on. “What the hell do you care?”

Something flips like a switch in Kerry. He shoves Johnny back, crowding him so the stone of the countertop is digging uncomfortably into his thighs. “I don’t know, Johnny, why the hell do I care? Is it just some giant fucking mystery to you? Are you that stupid?”

This time instead of waiting for an answer, Kerry yanks him down by the dogtags into a kiss. Johnny falls apart, sliced and portioned into raw hunger. The kiss turns bloody, but Kerry doesn’t complain like he usually does when he breaks skin. His grip on Johnny’s shoulders is so tight it’s painful, but it feels good to be needed. It settles the itch in his skin, makes his hands strong and sure.

He picks Kerry up by the hips and turns to set him down on the counter, following the driving bass line he’s setting down, the foundation over which he can spark and soar. His mind slips away while he’s still chasing Kerry’s mouth, flickering back when he sees his face in the mirror, arched while Kerry scrapes his teeth over his neck.

It's just some stranger. A dead man. Frankenstein, hollowed out by his own monster.

“Johnny,” Kerry is saying, insistently. His eyes are so blue, even in the dim light. He still smells the same, still tastes the same, but he’s not the same.

Johnny leans in to kiss him again, softly this time. He closes his eyes. Kerry’s hand is running up and down his spine. “Yeah. I’m with you.”

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 fic #my fic #sketch fic #johnny silverhand #kerry eurodyne #silverdyne #johnny (lying): looking in the mirror makes me feel great. it's fine. not a problem #calling this a sketch because I don't feel like writing all the context around it but it still kinda holds up #starting to understand how fucking around in alternate timelines is useful for exploring a dynamic #there's a reflection/introspection joke in here too for all y'all duck typers

[nanaminsonyfans]

╚»★«╝ Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire ╚»★«╝

a/n; the lack of cyberpunk x reader fics is appalling. anyways gay kerry eurodyne for christmas ur welcome. also this is post after giving up johnny specifically the sun ending. sorry of its shitty, i rarely write as a male reader and i hope i did okay! requests are open!!!

pairing: male!reader x kerry eurodyne (cyberpunk)

warnings; anal, male oral receiving, slight exhibition?, cursing, spoilers for end of cyberpunk.

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The Kerry Eurodyne was making a Christmas album with US Cracks, him being main vocals and the girls being background vocals. You were there as Kerry's loving boyfriend and supporter but also because you had nothing else to do. Being the famous V merc has run its course and after everything with Johnny and Arasaka....you just wanted to be you, Y/n L/n. Of course you still talked to some old friends, Claire being one of them. Truth be told....You missed Johnny. A piece of you was gone.

"Y/n? Babe? You there?" Kerry's voice brought you back. The girls were gone leaving the two of you there. "You having one of those episodes again?" He asks softly, obviously worried. "Oh, no i'm fine. Was just thinking is all. The music was pretty soothing." You joke and stood up. "Was it? Didn't want to put you to sleep." "You didn't. Just started to remind me of stuff." Kerry nods and cupped your cheek. "This past year has been hard for you. I understand." You nod and leaned against his touch. His hands were always so warm.

"I gotta finish some vocals. Go get a drink." He hums softly. You nod, leaving and came back. Kerry was singing, however his vocals sounded almost angelic as he sang The Christmas Song. "Jack nipping at your nose~" He looked at you. He looked at you with those fucking icy blue eyes that just sucked you in every single time. You know what he wants. How'd he get so horny so easily? Sentimental one second...

You stared at him, watching his movement. He swayed his hips as he practically made out with the mic. You felt your jeans tightened as you wanted him until you couldnt take anymore and went in. "You're such a little shit sometimes...." You growl slightly in his ear, griping his hips as you pulled him against your growing bulge. "Yeah...?" Kerry hums, adding more pressure against you. You let out a guttural moan in his ear as he started to grind against you.

"You keep doing that and im going to cum in these fuckin' pants." "We can't have that." He hums and gets down on his knees. "Not when i have a perfectly good face." "Oh youre fucking bad Ker..." You groan as he undid your pants, your cock springing free seconds before he wrapped his mouth around you. His tongue was so soft and warm...and fuck the way he sucked you off was like his life depended in it. He was so eager to please and it was working.

Kerry's eyes were half lidded and staring up at you as if he was trying to be innocent. His hand took over whatever he couldn't reach. Drool slipped down his chin as he continued to suck. "Oh fuck ker...." You thrusted slightly in his mouth causing him to gag but he didnt want you to stop. You continued to face fuck him until you felt yourself getting close.

"Fuck..Fuck ker-" You pulled out and came on his face exactly as he wanted. "Mm...amazing as usual." He smirks and licked the cum up and cleaned himself up. "Now bend over." "Really? Here?" "Yes here its your fault." You tell him annoyed and Kerry did so, happily stripping down to give you a show. "Oh you fucking slut." You slapped his ass as he bent over on the couch in the studio.

You didnt even bother prepping and just thrusted in which earned a high pitched mewl from him. "Oh fuck- dont stop please." He begs and pushed his hips back to match the rhythm of your thrusts. His moans were so whiny it was pitiful, the sadistic side wanted to taunt him about it but another side of you loved his noises. Only you could bring these noises out if him, only you, only your cock.

You let out a few grunts as his ass milked you, and suddenly he let out a loud moan arching his back as you hit his prostate. He loved how the head of cock hit it just right. "Fill me up y/n please, please!" Kerry begs and he started to fist himself. "No one can say no to you." You smirk and started to rail him a few more times before you came together. "Fuuuck!" You groaned as you filled his ass making him whine at the feeling as he made a mess on the couch.

"You made a mess." You tease and kissed him which he happily returned. Out of the corner of you eye you noticed a blinking red light. "Did...did it record all of that?" You ask him and kerry took notice as well. "Yeah...maybe i should put it on the bonus track."

#cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 #Samurai #Johnny Sliverhand #V #cyberpunk x reader #cyberpunk 2077 x reader #kerry eurodyne #kerry eurodyne x reader #cyberpunk kerry #cyberpunk kerry x reader #cyberpunk smut #cyberpunk x reader smut #kerry x reader #kerry eurodyne x reader smut

[jaymber]

Rebel! Rebel! B Side

Timeline 20151 - Protagonist : V Temarii

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V couldn’t help but feel dumb when he got back to his apartment. He wasn’t used to this, the way he felt around Kerry, as if anything he said or did would change their relationship. He was used to being much more direct when he wanted someone. A quick one-night stand, then leaving before the other part would catch deeper feelings for him. V didn’t fall for anyone, or so he thought. He felt confused now.

"Felt that, y'know? Your heart - singing. Been a while since I enjoyed a bad chick flick,” Johnny teased when he appeared at his host’s side. "Johnny, please.”

"Don't worry, man. Ker digs it too. Always had a flare for kitsch. Try asking him on a date with flowers and heart chocolate. Don't forget to ask him if you can go for a kiss." "I'm serious, Johnny. This… isn't supposed to happen,” he lamented, before pausing to look at the engram, “You sure you’re not the one doing this? Fucking with my mind so nothing happens ‘tween me and Ker?" “Fuck would I do that for, V?” Johnny laughed, “Nah, I don’t care. Ker wants you cause he wants me, and we both know you're his type.” “And you, what do you want out of this?”

“Nothing,” Johnny replied a little fast, “Just go for it, V. You got my blessing.” V rolled his eyes and laughed. Not everything was about Johnny. But still, V doubted. “But, what if I still want to hang out with him after we… you know?” “Means being sex friends with Ker? Right up his alley!” “And what if he… gets feelings for me?” he timidly asked, “And I don't?”

"Then you better wish I'm not around anymore,” Johnny said with a dark edge to his voice, before grabbing V’s jaw tight, “Cause alive or dead, I'm still his best friend. And if you break his heart, I stop yours. Got it?” V nodded rapidly, now fully aware he had to be careful about his relationship with the old rockerboy.

#cyberpunk 2077 #johnny silverhand #oc: vaea temarii #male!v

[baka-bakeneko]

Hate Me - River Ward x Fem! V Reader [NSFW]

Prolly 'cause there's no one around me numbin' all my pain

tags: Ex-inmate River Ward, angst, love/hate relationship, bitter feelings, slight choking, Dominant River Ward, submissive V, love bites, taking orders, hatefuck, doggystyle, dirty talk, degradation, name-calling (good girl, big girl, little bitch, baby, filthy slut, bad girl, Val), double orgasm, cumshots, hurt/comfort

word count: 4.06k

synopsis: River Ward, recently released from Night City Prison, asks V to pick him up. There's some unresolved shit, obviously.

a/n: how we feeling River lovers? we in the trenches yet?

You woke up to a phone call on your holodex; squinting your eye as you sat up, you answered before looking at the caller ID.

"H-Hello?" You asked, rubbing your temple as you swung your legs over the edge of your bed.

"V," a voice began, one that sounded vaguely familiar but felt like a distant dream, a could have been. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

You shook your head, pushing to your feet and blinking slowly before acknowledging the face on your holodex. "River."

"Yeah," he said sternly, his voice low and metered. "Sorry, I didn't know who else to call."

It'd been a while since you spoke to River. You remembered when you two last saw each other. He was so upset with being so late, he was barely able to save Randy. And you...you just dragged your feet to aid him.

His dismissal of you was almost heartbreaking, so blasé in passing and swearing that you and him were done. Whatever hope that brewed between the two of you at that moment soared and crashed in a half life.

He gutted you emotionally. And you could tell by the difference in how he looked at you now that you'd done the same to him. You failed him.

"I-It's okay," you shrugged, taking a timid step in your own apartment.

Suddenly your knees were at newborn strength, the wave of your crush on him returning even after his rejection of you.

"What's up?" you asked, working up to walking to your bathroom.

River took a deep breath in, then out. "I was wondering if it'd be possible for you to pick me up somewhere. Joss isn't answering and I don't really have anyone else to call."

You blinked slowly, holding the edge of the sink as you stared into the mirror. From behind you, Johnny glitched into the room and stared back.

"So you're his last resort, even after the shit you did to him. Christ, V."

You waved away your nuisance and tried to breathe. "I got you. Where do you want me to pick you up?"

"Place called Red Dirt Bar, heard of it?"

You glanced back over to Johnny then nodded. "Yeah, I heard of it."

"Meet me there, like 30 minutes," River said, crossing his arms tight over his chest.

"Okay, I'll see you there."

The line went dead as soon as you agreed; gripping the edge of your sink, you felt a disgusting bile crawl up your throat. The guilt came back in a sudden rush, chilling the back of your neck as you hung your head.

"Even after you fuck him over, he still calls." Johnny added, glitching to sit on the toilet. "He's got it bad for you, V. Even when he shouldn't."

You shook your head. "That's not it, Johnny. I owe him this, I know it. I fucked everything else up for him. Least I could do is give him a ride."

Johnny scoffed incredulously, turning his head away from you. "Don't blame yourself for what that sicko did, V. He strung up Randy and those other kids...that shit still haunts me."

You righted yourself and turned to face Johnny. "And think of what that did to River. His nephew almost died. And all because I couldn't figure the facts out sooner."

"You're not the cop, here, V. If mister detective couldn't figure it out, then you shouldn't put the blame on yourself."

You grimaced, a sound of disgruntled disbelief escaping your mouth. "I gotta get ready, I'm gonna go get him."

You sat in your car, your heart beating erratically out of your chest. You didn't know what to expect picking up River, but you knew that this would be the last time he'd ever speak to you.

Your fingers drummed on the steering wheel, pulling into the bar lot and parking your car in front of the door. You stared out of the windshield at the bright red neon sign, gulping at the thought of leaving your car.

'Come inside.' River texted to you as you told him you were here.

Your nerves electrified a second time, making your hands clammy as you climbed out of the car. It wasn't often that you had to face your problems so head-on.

To squash a personal beef with zero confidence backing you up. You walked into the bar, scanning the near-empty place before noticing River sitting at the bar counter.

He was dressed in his signature leather pants and red shirt, no longer wearing the jacket as it sat on the stool to his left. Another gulp lodged in your throat as you walked up to the foreboding man and slid into the seat to his right.

River's shaved head was fresh, the stubble on his chin new. He smelled of aftershave and he spared a glance to you.

"What're you drinking?" He asked, his voice still a metered tone.

You nodded to the glass in his left hand, righting yourself to face the counter. "Whatever you're having."

River nodded, blinking half-mast before raising his glass to the bartender. "She'll have a double rattlesnake."

You spared a polite smile at the bartender as he acknowledged the two of you; he fastened the drink at his place at the far end of the bar then slid the glass down to you.

You grabbed the glass, held it between your clammy hands as you exhaled shakily. You rolled the cool glass between your palms, trying your hardest to not say much.

River hummed next to you, his eyes narrowing at your profile before downing the last fifth of his drink.

"You look good, V," he said, turning slightly in his seat.

You blinked nervously, glancing over your shoulder to meet his gaze then back to your drink. "You do too, River."

He huffed at your response, rolling his tongue back and forth in his mouth before resting his mechanical hand on your shoulder. River used his weight to swivel you around to face him, but your eyes stayed glued to his lap.

"Do I, V? You sure about that?" He began, his voice holding an ounce of venom.

So this was how it was starting. You nodded meekly, not wanting to meet his gaze. "Y-yeah."

River grabbed your chin and forced you look meet his gaze. His eye was narrowed, his optic cinching in scrutiny. The saliva in your throat was congealing now, turning to a glob lodged in the back of your throat.

He gave your face a once over then scoffed mirthlessly.

"You look like you've seen a ghost, V."

You opened your mouth to respond but River shook his head.

"You're the last person I wanted to fucking call, you know that."

At that, your eyes flitted with the sudden stinging threat of tears. You didn't know that you'd react that way to him.

River exhaled deeply, lining his thumb along your bottom lip. "I thought you were good, V. I thought you could help me."

Your bottom lip began to pout out but River folded his thumb against it. "Don't do that. I can't up and forgive you for that."

"I-I know..." you managed.

River gulped then, dragging your bottom lip down to reveal your bottom teeth before letting your chin go. He scoffed and turned back to the bar counter.

"Another drink over here," he called out, holding his hand up to get the bartender's attention.

You watched as he hunched forward, taking a few deep breaths as his shoulders rolled up and down. You started to turn back to the counter, let him wallow in himself, but River returned to his place before you.

"You fucked up big time, V. You know that, don't you?" He bit out, his tone threatening water in your eyes.

You nodded. Johnny appeared in the bar booth directly across from the two of you, grimacing at the series of events.

"You are such a puppy for him. Look at you, V, crying for him."

You ignored your brain worm, unconsciously leaning forward into River. He held his hand out to your shoulder again, shaking his head at you.

"I don't know what to fucking do with you now," River said with a grimace, his top lip curling back with a sneer. "I look at you and I want to be so mad, but..."

His voice trailed off and he turned to the presence of the bartender refilling his drink; the man spared a few glances between you and River then left without another word.

"Randy's alive," he said finally. "He's got a long journey ahead, but goddammit V, if we'd been three minutes sooner..."

Your bottom lip quavered then and River didn't stop it. He leaned in to sigh in your face, his nose nudging against yours.

"When I close my eyes, I see how it could've been with you. Then I remember what happened and I'm torn."

You tilted your chin up, almost ready to kiss him but he tore away from you.

"I'm sorry, River. I can't say that enough, I-I..."

River groaned just before you, resting his forehead to yours with a deep breath.

"You do look good, though," you offered in a whisper. You couldn't offer to say anything else, knowing it'd be a backhanded compliment on his part.

"You do too," River responded, pulling away again to grab his drink.

He downed the glass in a large gulp then nodded at your drink. "Finish up, I'm ready to go."

River instructed you where to drive from the bar, out to the river that cut through Night City.

He climbed out of the car and leaned against it, waiting for you to follow suit. You did so, keeping some distance between the two of you.

"I shouldn't blame you..." River began, crossing his arms tight before his chest. "It's just that it's easier that blaming myself."

He tilted his head up to the sky, shut his eyes tight. "I almost got Randy killed, V. I almost let that bastard win."

You reached a hand out as if to console him, but it fell back to your side. "But you didn't."

"In the nick of time," River shook his head up at the sky. "I was too busy wasting time with you that I forgot what my priorities are."

You turned to face the river. That hurt. You didn't meant to be a distraction, just like River wasn't meant to be that for you either.

"I thought about it a lot, when I was locked up, about what I'd say to you in this moment and now it all comes out wrong."

You looked over to him then back at the river, holding in whatever you wanted to say. This seemed more important to him than forgiving you.

"I liked you, V...fuck, I like you. I want to hold you and scream at you and kiss you and...shit," River turned his head away from you as his chest rose and fell in another huff. "I can't gauge myself with you. I'm scared of what I want more from you right now."

His confession caused you to freeze, not knowing what he meant by that statement. You tried to breathe easy but it came out shaky.

River pushed off from your car and exclaimed a frustrated yell across the chasm of water. You jolted at the sound, how his fists tightened on the rail. His back flexed in a way that was foreboding, intimidating.

He'd gotten thicker since he was in prison. His entire demeanor was on the cusp of something darker than before.

Your fingers trembled against your forearms, not making any sudden movements to the man before you. River turned around to face you, his brows casting over his gaze as he cut the distance to you.

Your breath reeled in as he came closer, stiffening to his presence just before you. His hand grabbed at your throat, his fingers edging along your skin as if weighing the thought of choking you.

River pulled you in, his eyes half-mast, as he smashed his lips to yours. You gasped your mouth open, taking the sliver of affection he offered.

Johnny's voice echoed in the back of your mind, you were putty for this man, no matter how he treated you. You wanted to be in with him and anything he offered to get there was something you'd take.

River's hand drifted down to brace your collar, slowly pushing you away from him. "Get in the car, V."

You withheld a whine, keeping your face unfazed as you walked around the front of the car to climb in the driver's seat.

You waited for River to get in, then gripped the steering wheel of anticipation of the next location. River was cold now, calculated and quiet as he pulled his seat to recline all the way back.

"Come here," he ordered softly, lifting your center console and patting his thigh for you to sit.

You carefully followed his direction, moving over to sit in his lap then sliding your knees on either side of his waist.

River gulped, raising his head to look at the sight of you sat on him. He sat up and reached for your shirt, peeling it off of you with little resistance from you.

You folded your arms to your chest, your hands ghosting along his jaw as he glared at you from under his brow. He placed his hand on the back of your neck and forced his lips to yours again; River's other hand wasted no time wading down the front of your pants.

You clenched at his hand, his fingers slipping between your hips to touch your already-wet pussy. River sucked on his teeth as he pulled away, scoffing with a dark smile at what he found.

"You been wet the whole time?" He asked lowly.

His voice was such a gravel, a condescending tone that you almost didn't answer him. But you nodded meekly.

River's dark smile grew, his eyes raking up and down your body. "You been wet since I called you?"

You shut your eyes, embarrassed by his accusation. Still you nodded.

"You still like me," River offered, leaning further to kiss your shoulder. "I guess I'm not the only one conflicted then."

You relaxed an inch, allowing River to kiss along your shoulder while his other hand began to scrub at your clit. You released a whine then, tilting your head back to the ceiling of the cab.

"I want to fuck you so badly," he muttered against your neck, enveloping a patch of skin with his tongue and lips.

He sucked in, suctioning your skin against his teeth before he tenderly bit at your flesh. Your hands went for his shoulder and wrist hanging from your jeans respectively, trying to ease the confusing rush in your stomach.

River being all over you made you feel stuck in a vice, the shame he made you feel now stripped away with how good he felt against you.

"Take these off," he ordered softly, referring to your pants.

You reached for the waist of your jeans and wriggled them down your ass until River leaned you against him to push them to your ankles. He waited as you pulled the legs of your pants over your shoes and to the floor of the car.

"Good girl," River praised, returning his hand just against your clit with his mouth to your neck again, starting on a new wet spot.

You spread your legs out on his lap, allowing him further touch on your pussy. You felt his cock through his jeans, braced hard against his zipper.

You curled your arm around River, now holding him to you as he dotted your skin with hickeys. He placed his hands on your hips and rocked them forward, making you notice his strained cock again.

"Do you want to fuck me?" He asked against your skin, taking another long drag of his tongue.

You nodded again, now panting as River stopped scrubbing at your clit to pet at your inside thigh, the soft skin wetting with his fingers.

River returned his gaze to yours, tilting his chin to urge a kiss from you. "I can't promise I'll go easy with you."

"Okay," you managed to whisper before his lips.

River swallowed deeply, his mouth opening to accommodate yours then forcing his tongue inside. You crossed your other arm around his neck and shifted closer on his lap, feeling River's hands slide down the backs of your thighs.

He kissed you deeply, his breaths rolling with yours, causing your chests to rise and fall in unison. River rocked your hips softly against him, straining his groans into your mouth before he shifted to rest you on the car seat.

A growl began to grow deep within his chest, his soft lids now squeezing shut as he bit at your lip.

You winced, pulling back to catch your breath before returning to him. River forced your hips against his sheathed cock, grinding into you and causing you to whine again.

"Sorry," he grimaced, pulling your arms away from his neck and flopping back onto the passenger seat.

"Roll over," River ordered, grabbing your hips and immediately aiding you with his request.

Your hands braced the shoulders of the passenger seat as you looked back at River. He peeled the bottom of his shirt up, holding the hem between his teeth before impatiently shoving the waistband of his pants down.

River lined his cock up between your cheeks, slipping his head further down before meeting your wet entrance; he snarled at the temptation, his arm circling around your waist to line you up on him.

"Deep breath," he eased out before pushing himself in, causing you to grip the shoulders of the seat and bracing as he slid further inside.

River's cock was hot and thick, his tip slowly pushing past your g-spot and instantly bottoming to your cervix. Your ankle turned in with a soft wince, your knees viced together.

"Easy," River muttered, planting his knees between yours and pushing a bit further for his hips to come flush with your ass.

You whimpered, your hand reaching out to stop him. "T-that's too much..."

River cooed, leaning in as he let his hem from his mouth. "Poor V, too much for you?"

He patronized though he was considerate to pull out an inch. "I thought you were a big girl, so tough."

Your brows scrunched at his words, a mixture of shame and embarrassment along with the bit of pain in the midst of hot pleasure.

"We're just getting started, baby," River seethed, his mouth pressed directly to your ear. His tongue tempted out, violating the shell of it before pulling back to grab the back of your neck.

River held your waist further up, his fingers going to your clit but not touching it. He started an easy pace, one that continually shifted you on the leather car seat.

Your chest started to heave the more you got into it, feeling River's hot body skirt over you while his cock slid in and out.

His hand curled around to the front of your neck, bending over you to tilt your head up to meet his gaze.

"You're a filthy little bitch, aren't you?" He hissed between strokes.

Your eyes watered, staring up at this man that you loved, hated. You nodded meekly and River's eyes went opaque as coals.

His fingers trailed up your chin before prying your mouth open.

"Answer me," River barked, slamming his hips hard into you and causing a loud whimper to escape your mouth.

"Y-Yes," you answered, tears suddenly streaking your cheeks.

River growled again, easing out of you and returning to his steady pace.

"You love me, don't you?" he asked, his breathing turning to a hot pant as the cabin windows began to fog up.

"Y-y-yes," you cried out, feeling his fingers curl over your teeth as you drooled on his digits.

River pulled his fingers from your mouth to kiss you harshly, his other hand rubbing softly at your clit.

"Do you like being fucked like I hate you?" He asked as he pulled away. "Do you like being fucked like a filthy slut?"

Your eyes squeezed as you moaned out, feeling caught up in the combination of sensations enveloping you. You nodded eagerly, hoping that speaking your truth would make it all slow down.

"Fuck," River gasped, leaning in to kiss you again, violate your mouth with his tongue. "I love you, V. Fuck, I love you."

His confession tangled you with his conflicting actions, his hand on your throat, his harsh thrusts. You braced a hand out to slow him down but with another stroke, you were done.

You came on his cock while he pumped, moaning into his mouth and agreeing with his sentiment; yes, you loved him too. You loved that he fucked you like he hated you. Yes, you wanted him this whole time.

The more he pumped, the more the ecstasy lingered, dragging out your high with the heat in the car.

"Now apologize," River growled into your mouth, his hand on your throat tightening an inch.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you whimpered, suddenly coming again and drenching your thighs with your wetness.

"You were a bad girl, weren't you? Say you were a bad girl," River panted.

Your back caved in to the seat, angling your hips up to take more of him in. "I was a bad girl, I was a real bad girl."

River pulled you in for another long kiss. "Bad girl, that's right. But you're my good girl, now."

Your tongue lolled out of your mouth, following River's thrusts as the pleasure started to sting throughout your body. "I'm a good girl."

"Fuck yes, you are," River huffed, releasing your throat and forcing you down by the back of your neck. He thrusted out of sync, panting a little more before hissing and pulling out.

You lost the strength in your knees as he let you go; turning over in the seat, your chest was painted with long strings of River's cum.

He came on your chest, then angled down to your belly before pumping his cock a few more times to sprinkle some of his cum on your clit.

"Shit," River exhaled, bracing a knee between yours on the edge of the seat.

His large body took up over the half of the car, the way he was hunched over you. You caught your breath just as he did, watching as he pulled his pants back up and buttoned them.

River leaned away from you, his back awkwardly hitting the windshield. "I'm so sorry, V. I-I got carried away."

You still stared at him, a sudden furrow of your brows threatening fresh tears. Then you were crying.

"Oh fuck, Val," River cooed, reaching out to brace your face.

He shifted into the seat and allowed you to drape over him while you cried into his chest.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I tried my hardest, I did!" You unraveled before this man you hated, loved.

Cherished.

"There wasn't a moment I wasn't thinking of saving him, I didn't mean for all that to happen," you heaved into his chest.

River shushed you softly, his hands going to soothe your back and shoulder.

"It's okay, V. I put too much pressure on you," River finally said while you tried to catch your breath. "I shouldn't have gotten so upset with you. It's that rat bastard's fault."

You took a few sniffling breaths, glancing up at River with his eyes glistening now.

"I shouldn't have pushed you away. I needed you and I pushed you away." River stretched his neck to kiss your forehead. "I'm sorry for doing that."

You sniveled against his chest again, feeling his arm curl around you with a comforting squeeze.

"I do love you, V," River offered after a few moments of silence. "Even at the end of the disgusting bitterness I held against you, I still love you."

You let it sink in for a moment, letting his confession pass with another beat before you nuzzled your head just beneath his chin.

"I love you, too, River."

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(me, hiding behind my hand with the 😗 face) i know i did that poll but i never said i'd only do one of the options

look, sometimes i like soft but i needed river to be a hardass for a moment, just to see if he could.

also @almightywdm and @vox-monstera come get y'alls juice; river followers eatin' good today or somethin'

#river ward romance #river ward cyberpunk #river ward x v #female v #v cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk #fan work #fanwork #fanfic #bakeneko

[seraphfighter]

Hey! 3 for the OTP prompts! ❤️❤️❤️

3. Write about your ship holding hands in a tense moment.

Listen, I do not know how this turned into a 1.6k-word piece, but it did. For some context, this is set in my modern au, because in the canon au Val would simply not put up with this, the badass merc that she is. (and you can blame @glitchinginthegarden for the idea)

To anyone reading, be advised: This fic has references to past abuse and features a man being creepy and scummy in general.

The night air feels refreshing after being in the stuffy bar all night. 

V retreats to the entrance of the alleyway next to the bar's main doors. Leaning back against the brick wall, she pulls out her pack of cigarettes and places one between her lips to light it. She takes a deep drag and exhales, the smoke billowing out in front of her. God, she’s worn out. Nights with Judy are fun but she can only handle being crowded against a bunch of drunk people for so long. It’s not her scene. 

Checking the time, V pulls her phone out of her pocket. 10:03 PM. Johnny should be here soon. He’d agreed to pick her up coming back from a late night at the studio. Shockingly, he didn’t whine about her lack of a car this time. Probably because she’s sleeping over at his place. She’d been planning on it anyway and she wasn’t going to hop on her bike after a couple of drinks, even though she doesn’t feel the effects of the alcohol. 

She occupies her time by scrolling through her feed on her phone while she smokes. Hearing footsteps to her right, she doesn’t think anything of it until a deep voice asks, “Got a spare cig?” 

V glances up at the man coming to a stop by her side. Already, she’s annoyed. She has no interest in talking to a random stranger. Hoping he’ll take the cigarette and leave her alone, she pulls out her pack and passes him one. “Thanks,” the man says, mustering what appears to be his best attempt at a charming grin as he uses his own lighter to light it. 

She doesn’t respond and returns her attention to her phone. But as her luck has it, the man doesn’t leave and keeps speaking, “What are you doing out here all by yourself?” 

Fuck, she knows where he’s going with this. “Not interested,” she responds flatly, not bothering to look up from her phone. 

“Aw, c’mon. Don’t be like that. I’m just saying a pretty woman shouldn’t be out here by yourself like this.” Out of her peripherals, she sees him move a step closer. She moves a step back. 

Unease begins to curl in her gut. She shuts her phone’s screen off but keeps it in her hand with a tight grip as she turns her attention to the man. “I said, I’m not interested.” 

The man blatantly drags his eyes over her body and she fights back a shudder. A picture of false innocence, he tilts his head. “I’m just trying to be friendly here. Night City’s dangerous you know, it’s not safe for a woman as beautiful as you to be here alone. Something bad could happen.” 

God, you can’t be a woman and go anywhere without being harassed anymore. V throws her cigarette down on the ground and uses her boot to smother it with more force than necessary. “I can handle myself, thanks.” She’ll just wait inside the bar for Johnny. Hoping that this will be the end of the conversation, V moves to step past him, but the man is faster, blocking her path. He approaches her and it’s not until she backs up that realizes he’s got her cornered against the wall. 

Her heart leaps into her throat. Fuck, fuck. She glances to the side to see if there’s anyone within sight, but they’re alone. 

“Let me at least walk you inside, then. I’ll buy you a drink.” When he speaks, she can smell the bourbon on his breath. Markus. Backed into the corner of their room. Her palms are clammy.

She feels like she’s going to be sick. 

“What? So you can spike it? Fuck off.” She tries to move past him but again, he blocks her. 

The man’s not that much taller than her but she feels small beneath his stare. “Where are you going? We’re just having a friendly conversation.” He flicks the last of his cigarette to the side and braces his hand against the wall above her. 

She could knee him in the balls and make a run for it. V’s fast and the man is clearly drunk. It’d be easy to outrun him, right? Why doesn’t she have her pocket knife on her? She should know better than to not carry it. 

“Choom, back the fuck off right now.” She’s proud of how steady her voice sounds. 

“Or what?” 

The screech of tires against the asphalt of the parking lot echoes down the alleyway. Before she can process it, the man is being hauled back and away from her. The man stumbles away and then Johnny’s in front of her, his back to her. With a hard shove, he has the offending man crashing into the opposite wall. Johnny spares a glance at her, his face contorted in an anger she’s not used to seeing on him, before he advances on the man. 

“The fuck did you think you were doin’, huh? She told you to back the fuck off!” His voice is a loud angry growl, akin to some of his vocals in his songs. 

The man holds his hands up. He looks terrified, the confidence he was exuding with her long gone. “I-I didn’t mean anything by it man!”

“Cut the bullshit!” Johnny barks. “Didn’t mean anythin’ by it? So you think it’s okay to harass my girl when she tells you to back the fuck off?!” 

V hates how hearing Johnny refer to her as his girl makes her feel all fuzzy inside, even in this situation. 

“I didn’t know! She didn’t say she had a boyfriend!” 

Pathetic. This man is pathetic. V steps forward but still keeps herself behind Johnny. “ It doesn’t matter, I told you I wasn’t interested. It’s the same fucking principal,” she snaps. 

Johnny’s fists clench down at his sides. “Well? You aren’t fuckin’ deaf! You still think it’s okay?  I should teach you a lesson right now, you piece of shit. Maybe then you’ll get it through your thick skull to leave women alone.” 

“I’m sorry!” The man almost looks close to tears. 

In the parking lot and near the entrance to the alleyway, people are starting to gather. Their yelling is drawing a crowd. V sees more than a few phones with the cameras facing them. They need to get out of her before Johnny’s recognized. 

V grasps his hand, forcing his fist to unclench so she can weave her fingers through his. She doesn’t know if it’s his hand trembling or hers. Johnny looks over at her and beneath the anger, she can see concern for her. 

“Johnny, he’s not worth it.” Subtly, she flicks her eyes over to the crowd gathering and he turns his head to glance. She keeps her voice pitched low, “We need to get out of here.” 

Oblivious, the man keeps babbling. “I won’t do it again, I promise!” 

“Shut the fuck up!” Johnny snarls at him. 

“Johnny.” She tugs on his hand, more insistent this time. “Let’s go.” 

He wants to fight her on it, she can tell, but ultimately he steps back. He turns to leave but not before growling to the man, “Get out of here. I better not see your fuckin’ face again or I’ll bash your skull in.” 

Hearing a few murmurs of Johnny’s name, V keeps her head low and turned away as they retreat from the alley, still not used to the public attention. Johnny, as usual, is unbothered. He keeps his head held straight and high as they make the short walk to the Porsche. As soon as they're sat inside, he peels out of the parking lot, gripping her hand tightly where it rests on the center console. 

The farther they get from the bar, the more adrenaline V feels fade out of her body. The glass of the window is cool against her forehead as she rests against it. She closes her eyes and focuses on her breathing until her heart rate slows and there’s no longer bile climbing up her throat. 

She doesn’t notice Johnny pulling over until they're stopped along the side of an unbusy street. Lifting her head from the window, she turns to ask Johnny what he’s doing, but he doesn’t give her a chance before his free hand cradles the side of her face and his lips are on hers. V exhales through her nose and melts into it, languidly kissing him until he pulls away. His eyes dart over her face. 

“You alright, sweetheart?” He asks quietly and tucks her hair behind her ear. 

“Yeah.” When her voice comes out shaky, she clears her throat and tries again, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little shaken up is all.” She tightens her grip on his hand as she pauses for a moment, gnawing on the inside of her lip. She debates on continuing. “Memories and all that, y’know.” 

Understanding fills Johnny’s features. “Shoulda let me beat the fucker up,” he mutters darkly. “Teach him a lesson.” 

“The last thing we need right now is you getting a criminal offense. You know that.” She smiles wryly. “The media would have a hay day with it, though.” 

He scoffs, “The media’s published worst things about me. Still doesn’t make it right, what he did. What either of them did.” 

She blinks past the threat of tears. Dropping her head to his shoulder, she breathes in the familiar smell of tobacco and cyprus. “I know.” Johnny pets the back of her head, toying with her hair and if he notices a few tears soak into the fabric of his jacket, he doesn’t say anything. “Can we just go home, get some greasy takeout, drink too much, and watch a shitty movie?” 

Home. She doesn’t even care she called his place that. In her heart, it is home. 

He presses a kiss to her temple. “Course we can, Val.”

#my writing #ship: bleed into me #camera shop au #ch: valerie ramirez #silverv #johnny silverhand #female v #cyberpunk 2077 #tw: abuse

[tarmac-rat]

WIP W/E but we're doing Sunday today

I've got a tag backlog of like 5 of these lmao so @ghostoffuturespast thank you for tagging me and waiting like 3 months before I had time lol 💜

Extra long one because hell I haven't shared anything in like 3 months and I wanted to assure everyone that I am in fact not dead.

From Rain in the Desert chapter 18. Mikoshi Chapter. Top 10 Conversations Held Right Before Disaster:

Whether she expected that to be met with laughter or annoyance, it hardly matters, because all Johnny gives her is one sagely nod. “Like I said, got all the time in the world now. Should think about what I told you last night, if you want a place to start, at least.” “Find my mom?” “Leave the city. Not just because you should and you’re too stubborn to see it yet— lotta heat’s gonna fall on you once this is all over. They’ll swarm your apartment, knock on some of your friends’ doors and give ‘em a shakedown, all the works. Sometimes, the best way to keep the people who care about you safe is to smash your holo with a hammer and fuck off into the desert for a couple years.” “Even without you in my head, I’m still finding ways to run through all your greatest hits.” “Say it like that’s a bad thing.” “No comment. And you, though? You come up with a plan yet?”

“Workin’ on it. Think it over for a bit, weigh some pros and cons, see if I like what I come up with. I'll burn that bridge when I get there.” “Just be careful.” “Always am, kid, but thanks for the pep talk.” “Will I ever see you again?” The words slip from her without thought. It’s like the one she asked on that overlook behind Westbrook, or in that booth inside the Afterlife, or shin-deep in the waves of the Pacific. A question born of pure, pathetic desperation— of a need for him to verify something in herself that she can’t even begin to explain. Because when the wall between them came crumbling down, there was no going back, all of her awful thoughts became his and all of his terrible dreams became hers. But now it’s been built back up and she’s left pounding on the bricks, screaming out for an answer that will never ever come. It doesn’t have to be loud, or resolute, or even honest. If she can just hear his voice join her own through all the miles between them, then could be she can find it in herself to live with that. Just something, a single word. Anything to prove that she isn’t on her own in this. But rather than give her that, the corners of Johnny’s mouth slowly draw up into a toothy smile. “Is that fondness I hear in your voice, princess?” he teases. It’s right around there V learns that code can, in no uncertain terms, flush, “Shut up.” “Sayin’ you’re actually gonna miss havin’ my shitty little thoughts ringin’ ‘round up in your head?”  “Shut up. Johnny.” The look he throws her at that almost makes V wish that Alt would come back and Soulkill her all over again, “Always thought you wore sentimentality like a pair of shackles and a straitjacket, but this is somethin’ else. You mean I might actually see you shed a few tears when Alt starts cartin’ me off?” “Jesus, forget I said anything. Ask a genuine question and I end up getting grilled for it like I’m on some shitty daytime talk show,” V grits out, hand against her brow in an effort to shield her burning face, “Wanna toss jokes about me being ‘sentimental’, y’know, but here you are not even taking a lick of this seriously when I’m trying to be on the level. You want to know what you’ll actually see when you go, Johnny? How about me flipping you one last bird for the road, since apparently your gonk ass can’t bear to not make light about this shit for five fucking minutes.” “...I’ll miss your shitty little thoughts too, if it means anythin’.” V glances up. Johnny hadn’t been looking at her anymore but as if sensing it return, his gaze does rise to tangle up in hers again. His body betrays nothing, almost; she doesn’t miss the way his fingers have curled in tight around his latest cigarette, metal knuckles rasping some discordant song against the tabletop. And maybe that’s the thing she’d forgotten about being human. That words are incoherent things, and so rarely do they mean what we want them to. Well, when you’re stuck there pounding on a wall, what better way to say that you’re not alone in this than to pound back? “This won’t be the end, though, right?” the chain around V’s neck tightens; she’s got the pendant and dog tags locked in a visegrip again, “I mean, if I manage to find my way back to the Blackwall again, maybe Alt can…I don’t know, carry a message over? Let me through from time to time?” Johnny’s smile is small, and restrained, and probably speaks to something they both know can never really be, but for a moment, maybe pretending that it could can somehow be enough; “We’ll work somethin’ out, princess.” 

If or when I have a new WIP to share, I'll probably do a WIP share tag then! But thank you again to everyone who's tagged me over the past couple of months!

#Cyberpunk 2077 #Rain in the Desert #Aldi speaks #Aldi Writes #I have workshopped so much of this chapter in particular lol and I have SO MUCH WORK TO DO ON IT #RIP me this is what I get for deciding that 30k chapters can be a new standard

[aggravateddurian]

Swooped by a Bird: Part 1

Vega adjusted the jacket. It was always a little big, designed for a guy about a foot taller, and much broader than herself. She was still getting used to the effects of last night's events.

Right on cue, Johnny manifested once again, stroking his chin, a characteristic smug grin on his face. She'd seen it before, being worn on her face, "Vega, what're we doin' today? Rescue a netrunner from a pre-war Miliitech bunker? Perhaps launch a two-man attack on a corpo transport? Or..."

Johnny recognised the new influence... most importantly, the change in Vega's eyes.

"Oh, fuck..."

Vega's accent had changed entirely, the Midwest Nomad accent, merged with Night City street kid. No mistaking it, the voice that came out of the woman was V's, "Johnny..."

"V...?"

"No, Johnny, not V... but I'm startin' to notice a trend," she reached for her hand, rubbing the spot on her finger where a ring would go, "every time I want to reclaim more of V's life... you're there to stop me. Kind of like... you're trying to keep her from having as much influence in my life than you... two years, one consciousness merge, and still the same Johnny Silverhand..."

"Fuckin' shit, V! At what point did you get this gonk-ass idea? Do too much synthcoke and now you think the FIA's got cameras in the walls?"

"Then why're you makin' it hard for me to get back in contact with V's friends?"

"Because it's been two fuckin' years, Vega!" Johnny shouted, "People move on, might not like what you see! I disappeared for fifty years and when I woke up, in the brain of some gonk wannabe Solo, and I saw the world I used to inhabit with my own meatsack, I wanted to fuckin' nuke it again!"

"And what, pray tell, might I not like? Not like Vega, as in me, was personally involved in any of their lives. Thought I made that blatantly clear?"

"Who fuckin' knows? Maybe River's selling government secrets to keep 'imself alive, Rogue retired and Judy grew her hair out? Maybe Arasaka Tower got rebuilt, ten feet taller? The Emperor of Earth, Saburo Arasaka, controls the world from the Golden Throne of Terra? Your Ronin friend Takemura's a feudal warlord in the post-corpo war wastes of what used to be Japantown?"

"You that good at makin' shit up, or did you actually glean some knowledge I somehow missed?"

"Hyperbole, V, don't they teach figures of speech and poetic devices at school anymore... oh, wait, you're a fuckin Bakker, so I assume school consists of clips of Vin Diesel from Fast and Furious. 'Family'."

"Fuck you too, Silverhand."

"Let's just... not talk for a while, 'kay? I'm liable to have a fuckin' aneurysm."

"Sure... what the?"

"V... are you...?"

"What is it, Johnny?"

"Someone's fuckin' with you, trying to breach the system!"

"Quit... Johnny?"

"...what in the...?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHHHH! FUCK!"

"Oh, shit! Not feelin..."

"C-can't... breathe!"

"N...not like this..."

"V?"

"Oh, shit, maybe I am too hard on the hardware..." the voice muttered as a ghostly hand fell onto Vega's shoulder, "Give me a sec, I'll think of something. Can't leave you like this..."

PROXY PROTOCOL ACTIVATED

"No Relic... that explains it. Jacked directly into her brain... gonk mistake."

"Almost forgot the smell of real air... the taste... no, focus So Mi, get her off the balcony and somewhere safe."

"Now, let's see. Apartment 1242..."

"Almost forgot what walkin' in Earth gravity feels like... careful, don't trip now..."

"Okay... not bad. Get you onto a bed and you should wake up right as rain..."

"God, I hope she doesn't remember this..."

How to Make and Keep Friends, by Song So Mi

Manipulate a dying woman into helping you steal a cure for yourself.

Take the cure and go to the Moon. Hope said dying woman finds a cure.

After two years of complete radio silence, re-enter their life by accidentally causing a neural net blowout that hits them as hard as a major Relic malfunction.

Use a proxy protocol to control their body like a drone and get them back to their apartment.

Pray to God that they don't remember this when they wake up.

Hope they aren't going to be mad at you for the things you did.

With this simple method, you too can have as many friends as So Mi!

#image story #cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 photomode #cp2077 #cp2077 photomode #virtual photography #my vp #fem v #cp2077 au: chorus #oc: vega 'v' howse #song so mi #songbird #lore post

[elvenbeard]

To Bad Decisions

Notes: aka the "I love you"-game-of-chicken story inspired by this otp ask game the other week! @wanderingaldecaldo here you go xD First I wanted this to be just light-hearted fluff and fun, but then the angst grabbed me and it got looong, hence to be continued under the readmore!

Cyberpunk 2077 drabble, Kerry Eurodyne x V, set a few months post-ending, rated M for the opening paragraph mostly XD

V struggles with putting his feelings into words, scared that Kerry might be catching on - or is he potentially struggling with the same thing? No, that can't be, right?

The first time V almost said it out loud would have been at one of the worst moments possible to do so: pinned down on their bed, on his stomach, Kerry fucking him so good his head was spinning, barely able to even think a coherent sentence.

“I - …” he gasped, but caught his breath just in time, closed his eyes, and buried his burning face in the heavenly cold pillow.

“You…?” Kerry purred into his ear, out of breath as well, and that alone almost sent him over the edge. He didn’t recall what he ended up saying, a jumbled mess of words and noises… but thankfully not the three originally on his mind.

It was silly, really. Firstly, that he struggled so much with just expressing what he felt, and secondly, trying to find the perfect moment to do so when such a thing would never exist. Or well, maybe perfect moments did exist, but he always only seemed to recognize them once they were gone. The morning after the yacht trip, when they’d woken up together in Vs bed, warm and safe and comfortable, just peacefully existing side by side… Kerry blinking at him through tousled hair, smiling softly… that had been a perfect moment, it would have felt right. But it also would have been way too soon. They’d known each other for how long, two weeks maybe? Three if he counted the whole mess surrounding the organization of the SAMURAI reunion, but that had been mostly Johnny doing the talking, not himself. At that time, V had still feared his feelings could have been just brought on by Johnny actually, and whatever kind of thing that had been going on between him and Kerry a long, long time ago… that with Johnny the butterflies and their connection would also disappear, sooner or later. That it was not right to lead Kerry on, should it eventually happen, no matter how much he’d already liked him on that one perfect morning, on that beach, on that balcony…

But then his feelings didn’t fade. Things were different now, but better than V could have ever dreamed of. Kerry made him happy in a way he hadn’t deemed possible anymore, after all that had happened, after so many past disappointments. And yet, or maybe because of that, he couldn’t silence the nagging voice in his head – his own this time – that for whatever absurd reason Kerry didn’t feel the same. That by saying what he felt out loud, he’d ruin everything, again, for both of them.

“Remind me, what’s the plan for today again?” Kerry yawned as they sat in the kitchen the next morning, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and scrambled eggs still hanging in the air.

“That one client I told you about… Cancelled last minute because “something important” came up. Again,” V muttered, scrolling through the sheer never-ending list of appointments on his holo.

Kerry scoffed.

“Told ya. It’s never gonna happen. This is what, the fourth time he’s postponed?”

“Guess you’re always right after all,” V teased and got up to put their empty plates and mugs in the dishwasher.

“’Course I am,” Kerry said; after a short pause he added “But it’s his loss, not yours.”

“True,” V said, “And it also means I’ll have an hour or two of spare time to fill around three. Could swing by the studio, if you want?”

He didn’t reply for a few moments, causing V to look up from the dishwasher. Kerry sat leaned on the counter, his chin resting on his hand, and he stared at him with an expression he couldn’t quite figure out.

“I… would love that,” he then said with a smile, but for a split-second V thought he was going to say something else, his heart beating harder and faster instantly.

“Bring some coffee and bagels maybe?” Kerry added with a wink and V laughed.

“Sure thing.”

Maybe it was not even necessary to say anything out loud. Never touch a running system. Why accidentally ruin something that was working out so well, against all odds? Living with Kerry felt so easy, so natural. Of course, it wasn’t always smooth sailing. They’d had their struggles and fights over the silliest and also the most serious things. But there was never malice, and they were constantly working on their communication, stating their needs, their wishes, and getting to know each other’s boundaries. Kerry was a lot more in touch with his emotions and feelings than V though. Maybe that was something that just came naturally with age and life experience. Or it was just how he’d always been like, not afraid to state his mind. V had always struggled with showing or even allowing feelings. Surprisingly, Kerry was still just as good as him, maybe even better, at masking his real intentions around people whom they did not concern – be it managers, medias, even fans and the like. A long-honed craft for sure, his badass, laidback rockerboy persona, and essential to surviving in the corporate-run world the music industry was. V knew from his own experience only too well that everything you said, every hint of weakness you showed, would be exploited and used against you mercilessly and shamelessly – for money, for power, for fame.

When they were alone though, or around their closest friends, Kerry was so much softer around the edges… carried his heart on his sleeve, really. Or so V had thought.

“Alright, gotta bounce,” V yelled, grabbing his sunglasses from the counter before rushing to lean over the sofa’s backrest to give Kerry a quick peck on the cheek, “I - …”

Fuck.

“I… will give you a call if anything unexpected comes up.”

Kerry looked up from his guitar, one eyebrow slightly raised.

“Alright, come back safe,” he then said, reaching up to grab his collar and pull him back in for a proper kiss.

“’Cause you know, I…” he paused as their lips parted, again causing V’s breath to hitch for a moment, “I still need you.”

He smiled that heart-melting smile he was so good at, and V was half-tempted to call the client and tell her he’d run late, or just cancel altogether. Reluctantly he pulled away and walked out the door.

In the elevator he kept wondering though if “I still need you” was really what Kerry had been meaning to say.

Over the course of the following week, V kept noticing more and more of these little moments, caught himself almost slipping up a lot more often. At first he wondered if Kerry was as aware of it as himself. So many “I… hope you’ll have a good day”s, “I – will miss you”s, “I… I’ll talk to you later”s couldn’t just be flying past him. The longer it continued on, the more he wondered if maybe, just maybe… Kerry was playing along on purpose? Or was he also avoiding just to say the words, out of fear to mess things up between them? He couldn’t quite believe either option. Maybe he just ignored it, to not make it even weirder, or maybe it was not as obvious as V thought.

By the end of the week, V asked himself, did it actually matter? That they said it, if and when they said it, who’d be the one to say it first, if at all? Maybe he was overthinking it. He knew he loved Kerry, more than he’d loved anyone before. And he did feel loved by him just as much. Sure, it would be nice to hear it out loud, now and then, but maybe actions did speak louder than words. Little gestures, touches, just being near each other, picking the other up when he was feeling down, being encouraging, or sometimes also just silly. Making commitments, promises, and keeping them. Daring to plan for a future neither of them had thought they’d get, together. It was not important to say it when they lived it, is what V decided for himself eventually. Why ruin something, maybe not perfect, but pretty fucking close to it, with a bunch of words so loaded with bad memories and regrets for both of them?

“I… have an itch for new ink,” Kerry said one night at the villa, where they regularly hid away from the noise and the stress of the city for a few days. They had settled down on the sofa together, Kerry lying on his back, his head on V’s lap, Nibbles dozing by his feet. V was running his fingers through Kerry’s hair absentmindedly as they’d been watching a new show on TV. It didn’t turn out to be as good as they’d hoped for though, so at this point it had devolved into background noise to their conversation.

“Where? And what?” V asked, and Kerry gestured across the left side of his chest.

“To compliment the one on the right, kinda,” he said, “But I’m not sure if I’d wanna to go for a traditional design, too, or something else.”

“Well, you have a traditional and a neotraditional sleeve each,” V said, “Could go with something neo for that side?”

Kerry hummed.

“Good point…” he said, “Ooor… something a bit smaller first maybe? After all, I have some space left here.”

He lifted his left arm, twisted his wrist around.

“But I’m even more clueless about that. I guess it’s really just an itch still that might pass…”

“I know the feeling,” V chuckled. After a short pause he asked, “Any tats that you ever regretted getting?”

“Actually… no,” Kerry said surprisingly fast, “I’ve lived long enough to collect all sorts of regrets, but that’s thankfully none of them. Although, this part here…” – he pointed to the crook of his left arm – “That was a fucking bitch to endure. No machine, the ink literally hammered in by hand, for hours. The. Fucking. Worst.”

V chuckled.

“It’s fucking preem-looking though,” he said.

“Beauty knows no pain or what?” Kerry snorted.

“No, not that even,” V said, “More like… it’s worth it to endure the pain sometimes, for the outcome?”

Kerry hummed approvingly, smiling up at V.

“That’s pretty much the tradition. One of the many at least, a coming-of-age ritual. You’re old enough to endure this pain, you’re old enough to endure all other pain life might be throwing at ya at a certain point.”

“I keep learning new things with you,” V smiled.

Kerry shuffled around, then sat up and stretched before scooching a little closer to V again, putting his left arm around him. V’s heart did a silly little bounce in his chest, causing the voice in his head (that sometimes still eerily sounded like Johnny) to say, “What are you, twelve?”. But simultaneously he hoped these little things his body did would never stop happening, no matter how many months… no, years, they’d be getting together. Positive thinking, he needed to remind himself.

“Okay, that was my answer to the regrets-game for today,” Kerry said, “Your turn: what’s the decision you’ve made that you regret the most, looking back?”

“Shit… lemme think a moment,” V sighed, slumping against the backrest and into Kerry’s embrace.

A few things came to mind immediately. Not leaving his abusive home sooner, as a teen… but then he might not have ever met Jackie. Everything would have gone down completely different. Letting Jenkins rope him into working for Arasaka, after thinking he’d left that world behind for good? But he’d be so much more clueless, maybe even careless about how to survive in this corporate-controlled world. He’d be a lot worse at what he was doing now… if he’d ever even gotten this far without what he learned during his time at Counterintel. Maybe one of his many failed past relationships – but he could think of at least one reason for each of them that had let him grow as a person or learn something integral about what he wanted and needed in a long-term partner. The closest he came to almost picking as his biggest regret so far was not taking Evelyn’s offer of screwing over Dex – but at the time there was no way for him to have known how this would all play out. In hindsight, Evelyn hadn’t been telling him the full truth, so his intuition hadn’t failed him completely. If he could change one thing, he would have wished for Jackie not to die that day. But by now he had accepted that it had never been in his power, it hadn’t been his fault… a hard thing to unlearn, blaming himself. Had Jackie not died though – and for a moment he hated himself for the thought – the Relic would have gone to Brigitte. Had Jackie not got hit by that bullet, V’d likely never heard of Johnny Silverhand or SAMURAI besides the occasional radio show…

“Can I be super cringe for a moment?” he eventually asked, turning his head to a snickering Kerry.

“You’ve let me get away with so much cringe already, only fair if I return the favor,” he said.

V took a deep breath, looking down on his hands for a moment, circling his personal link port with his right thumb. Then he blinked back up at Kerry.

“I don’t regret any of my decisions, even the bad ones,” he said, “Because if the summary of all my bad decision means I’m ending up here with you, in this moment… I’d gladly make all the same mistakes again.”

Kerry stared at him, not wide-eyed or anything, but intensely. The tiniest noise escaped his mouth, less than a sigh, but he said nothing. Then, very slowly, his lips curled into a smile. V half expected a snarky remark, but instead Kerry pulled him a little closer and with his free hand took V’s, calloused fingers intertwining with his. He looked away for a moment, and V tried to read his expression, scanning for any hints to give him at least an idea of what was going through his head, if he’d overstepped, said something wrong…

“It’s weird…” Kerry then quietly said, looking at him again, eyes glistening slightly, almost sad, but not quite, “… how you keep managing to put into words what I can’t seem to. God knows I’ve fucked up along the way, over and over again. But if any of that hadn’t happened, who knows if we’d ever even met.”

V smiled, sighing with relief. Kerry leaned over, resting his head on V’s shoulder.

“I know, it’s still scary to think of the future, to plan ahead too far,” he said quietly, “But no matter what happens tomorrow, or in a week, a month, a year… I hope you know that you’re gonna be stuck with me. I… hope you know that… that I love you.”

V couldn’t suppress a gasp, to his own surprise. Kerry still held his hand, his other arm loosely around his waist, when he shifted again to see his face. He looked concerned almost, questioning, worried, but trying to keep up his smile, lips shaking a little. He sat up a bit further, inching away just slightly, and V realized how he’d just been staring at him in shock for the last few moments of silence.

“I… uh, I mean,” Kerry mumbled, voice almost turning frantic now, as if he’d also just realized what he’d said.

V’s hand shot up to grab Kerry’s face, to pull him back, to reassure him. Before he really knew what he was doing he pressed his lips on his, kissed him over and over again, held him close, did not ever want to let him go.

“I love you, too,” he gasped between urgent kisses, and simultaneously it was as if he was able to breathe freely again, for the first time in a long time, “So much. I love you so much.”

“Vince,” Kerry panted, and only with some mild force managed to get him to stop for a moment. V realized how much he was shaking first, and then that he was crying, for some reason. The last time he’d cried was the night he’d stumbled out of Arasaka Tower, more dead than alive. Shit, why now?

“It’s all good, you gonk,” Kerry said softly, cupping his face, wiping his tears away. The same way he’d done that awful, awful night.

“It’s all good,” Kerry repeated, then put his arms back around him, pulling him in, and they just sat there, holding each other, reassuring each other, gently swaying, for minutes that seemed to last hours, until V had calmed down again. Nibbles was quietly snoring, the TV babbling endlessly on low volume, and soft rain pattered against the large windows, Night City’s millions of lights a distant, colourful blur.

 “Fuck, I was so scared for a moment that I’d ruined it all…” Kerry eventually said, and V laughed weakly, nose stuffy and throat still tight.

“You were scared? I was scared shitless to say it too soon, or in the wrong moment… I kept almost slipping up… just saying that out loud now, how stupid.”

“Well, you’re welcome then,” Kerry chuckled, “And I was wondering if I was imagining things or if you really just tried your hardest not to say it.”

“We’re both fucking gonks…” V concluded, and Kerry laughed. They slowly moved apart just enough to be able to look at the other again, still holding on.

“Perfect match then, hm?” Kerry smiled with his head slightly tilted, his gorgeous eyes glittering in the lights of the city, “Now we just have to start being less scared of making bad decisions.”

V smiled back at Kerry, vowing to make sure to tell him just how much he loved him at every opportunity from now on.

“Yes,” he said, “To bad decisions.”

“To bad decisions!”

#cyberpunk 2077 #kerry eurodyne x v #cyberpunk 2077 fanfiction #cyberpunk 2077 fanfic #kerry eurodyne #male v cyberpunk #otp: to bad decisions #vincent ezaki #my writing #this story is basically just why I even decided on that ship name for them #it's also the steam achievement's name for completing Kerry's story but it also fits them together with their background so well I think #I dont remember when I've last written so much for just one character/ pairing as over the course of the last week #I'm having such a creative blast rn xD #just gotta gather the courage to start posting that V & Jackie thing that has like 5 chapters already >.>