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zombieplaygrounds · 23 days
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cw: cyberpunk smut, fingering, choking implications, mean! johnny silverhand, reader is not V, afab!f! reader x pre!engram! johnny
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"We can't Johnny" Your voice a choked whimper, slurred together with rasped out moans. A tutting finger against your throat while the oh so familiar metallic hand gripped you. So gentle, so rough, practiced perfection and tasteless passion (so he would say).
"Johnny," Yet another pathetic mewl when Johnny finally stopped mouthing at the soft flesh of your collarbones.
"Shut up." Not his best mood, so blatant; if you were smarter, you would take that as your warning. Just in the other room you could still feel the vibrations from the stage speakers, the music so soft when you were away from it all. The gentle lights that helped cast purple colored hues on Johnny's vengeful expression. His aviators tossed somewhere on one of the tables, so careless right now - almost vulnerable.
His other hand, shoved into your underwear, furious rubs against your clit making you stand on the tips of your toes while you hiccupped, cried, fucking begged for his cock. Saliva covering your lips and your vision blurred from the overstimulation. It made Johnny laugh, just a bit, just enough for him to pity you. To kiss away the forming tears against your eyes, licking away the salty liquid.
Just before this, you were arguing, hated each other so badly. But his eyes, those chocolate colored eyes; like a sad dog without his bone - you really pitied this filthy bastard. You were so fucking in love. And Johnny loved sex.
"Haaa.." A sharp inhale for air seeped toward your mouth when he released his loose grip on your throat. Somehow such a delicate touch could be so tortuous, make your cunt ache, drool with the desire to be filled.
"You're thinking again." Johnny grumbled, pressing his forehead against yours while he cornered you against the wall, silver finger tips grazing the flesh of your jaw toward your ear. You shivered, whimpering from the cold sensation. Johnny inhaled, drawing out the scent of your shampoo, murmuring in a growl. "Hate when you do that."
His fingers slid out of your panties, leaving your hips to buck against nothing, begging for the sweet texture of anything. You whined, pathetically, "You're so mean..pleasee.."
There you went again, being so pathetic, so begging.
"Adorable." Johnny laughed against your forehead, enjoying your annoyed squirm. Your hand grabbing at his, the flesh one, the soft one, the one suited to slip inside without making you cry from the cold. His eyes smiled for him despite the stern expression.
"Do it."
And back again you led his hands where they belonged, gathering up your slick on his fingerprints to slip a single finger in. You cried out a gasp, a bit of spit coating your lip that of course Johnny licked at. What a sick pervert, you'd remember this later, maybe tease him about it.
But that was later, and this was now. And now, you were back on the balls for your feet, riding his single finger in your cunt. Crying as he shoved his tongue in your mouth, licking against your teeth and suckling your own tongue. A knot of pleasure formed inside you, your vision so spotted from your desperation; breathless pants spilling out of you, enough to make Johnny pull away and admire his work.
Your back arching as your split away, leaning against the wall. You writhed, whined pathetically as you came on to his hands. So embarrassing and shameless, but the two of you had done worse. All good things came to an end though. Clarity slowly rushing down on you, by now you could feel the heat of your face and the sweat that clung to your body. Johnny's arrogant grin watching as realization hit you. Both hands on either side of your hip.
"Gonna stop bitching at me now, gorgeous?"
"Fuck you, Silverhand."
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duskiily · 8 months
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promises-atsundown · 8 months
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thinking about how v’s name is only uttered twice during the events of cyberpunk 2077, and only once by the person who knew her the most. how the alias of “v” become something akin to a mask, something to hide behind. v the merc, strong-willed and capable. she put “valerie” to bed years ago, buried her. thinking about the conversation at the oilfields, when johnny says “most people i thought were my friends couldn’t even stand to be in the same room with me. you’re fucking closest to me by a long shot, there 24/7. and yet, you don’t seem to hate my living guts.” the intimacy of sharing one mind, one heart. v and johnny as an “us” and “we” in the most literal sense of the word; one and the same. thinking about the tower’s epilogue, where v talks aloud to johnny, even though he’s not there. how in all the endings where one is left without the other, how often that must have happened. how painful it would be to become accustomed to sharing one mind with each other, only to have that ripped away, and the loneliness that must come with it.
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neon-junkie · 8 months
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Dating Johnny silverhand Headcanons?
Gender-neutral reader!
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Alive Johnny
I don't think I need to start these headcanons off by stating that Johnny puts on a 'tough guy' act, but here's a reminder.
He puts on a tough guy act.
I mean, Johnny is the type of guy to start on a man just for gawking at you. "Keep your eyes to yourself!" he'll bark before throwing a punch, which always leads to him getting his ass kicked, and you having to apologise to everyone as you (literally) drag him away.
But after the battle, Johnny will milk his injuries, and takes pleasure in lounging in your lap as you tend to his bruising eye.
"Did you see how hard I hit him, babe? Poor sucker hit the ground so hard!" blahblahblah, all whilst he's cooped up in your lap, one hand resting on his chest, whilst the other swirls his whiskey around in its tumbler.
Johnny's love language is a mix between quality time, and physical touch.
He's a little physically needy, but not always in public. His hand will almost always be around your waist, chest puffed out, scowling at any guy who considers laying an eye on you, but the second that you're behind closed doors, Johnny will want to snuggle up to you.
Play with his hair, coo and soothe him, hold him close in your arms; that man is touch starved.
Everything you give to him will be returned tenfold, only he has to keep the cold-hearted, tough guy image up for others. But don't worry! You're his angel, and he'd never do anything to hurt you.
Engram Johnny
Johnny can't exactly touch you, so words of affirmation and quality time are his love languages.
It's not rare to see you sitting alone in a shabby diner, but in your head, Johnny is with you, and you two are having the time of your lives.
Johnny is essentially your conscience, and he's not shy when it comes to adding his two cents.
In some ways, you're thankful that he's always there. He does his best at keeping you safe, pointing out sketchy guys, reminding you how many bullets you have left, doing anything and everything to keep you moving forward.
However, Johnny will also say the most inappropriate things to you at the worst times possible.
Out on a mission? Here's Johnny listing off all the things that he'd do to you, if he could.
And no amount of ignoring him will work. He's going to continue riling you up, and when you finally bite, he'll vanish.
Johnny likes to try and always be in your line of sight, such as lounging about on your desk chair whilst you clean all your weapons, or lying beside you whenever you get into bed.
He will do anything and everything to be by your side, and remind you of how thankful he is that he ended up in your head.
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wherearetherobots · 9 months
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Ghost Of Mine
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togepies · 4 months
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I'm begging for a breakthrough part 1 | part 2 | part 3
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nwheregirl · 1 year
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The last pic 🥵🥵
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bishicat · 9 months
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12. Pushing strand of hair behind their ear
If you're still doing the art prompts 🥺
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V's probably cutting his hair or tying it up (either way, he knows he's a pretty lad)
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timaeusterrored · 1 year
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V can’t get sick anymore without everyone, including Johnny, freaking the fuck out. He wakes up with a fever and everyone is planning his funeral and all he wants is a Gatorade and cuddles.
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humberg · 11 months
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'Let the blood and the bruises define your legacy.'
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daisukes-diary · 11 months
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Who is cyber. Why is he punk.
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i don’t believe you - the magnetic fields
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duskiily · 4 months
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"V isn't in love with johnny"
how the FUCK do you explain this then
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mrssimply · 6 months
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The Last Years - Morning After
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mnasthaii · 8 months
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SILVERV / MY LOVE MINE ALL MINE, MITSKI
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uwuchidraws · 1 year
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"hey V you're back early"
"Kerry... Fuck wait I'm n-"
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