#V Cyberpunk 2077 fic

[sweetcocopowder]

Day Fourteen: Face Fucking/Eating Out

Kinktober Masterlist will come after October

Synopsis: With the rare occasion that V and Johnny can touch each other, they make the best of it before it's over.

Word Count: 1.1K

Genre: Cyberpunk 2077

Pairing: Male V/Johnny Silverhand

Warnings: Face fucking/Deep throat/Blow job/Ass eating/Choking

V trembles on the edge of the bed, his arms wrapped around his thighs to keep his legs up high. But that’s all he can focus on right now. The buzz that fogs his mind and body is something he thinks the chip is doing tenfold.

Or maybe it’s just because Johnny is just that damn good with his tongue. The rocker’s hands hold tightly onto his thighs, the feeling of his hands being there seeming so real. V almost forgets he’s just an engram on a chip.

But right now, Johnny’s tongue invading his ass feels too real to not be fake. His hands hold V’s ass open roughly, hard enough to leave two big handprints when he’s done. Whatever that wicked tongue can do, it has V shaking. Physically shaking. All those jokes and fuck arounds the two had, Johnny wasn’t lying. He knows how to use his it that silvered tongued deviled.

V’s dick twitches as Johnny licks up from his ass to his balls. He can’t help the shaky breath that comes from his mouth. And Johnny gives a satisfied hum at that. He lets V’s legs down, but only so he can pin him in place on the bed by his hips. Thumbs dig into the soft part of his waist and it hurts, but it only has V groaning for more.

Johnny glitches suddenly.

The both of them freeze in place, eyes widening as they wait. Wait if this short lived moment of touch is over or if it’s continuing. Johnny squeezes V’s hips, testing to see if they’re still right. And when V hisses in pain as Johnny’s metal arm squeezes a little too hard, the rockstar keeps going.

“Better make the most of this before it’s over,” Johnny cocks a smile.

V grunts as he can feel Johnny’s hot breath over his cock.

“Come on, Johnny,” he almost whines out.

“Don’t be going soft on me now, V. What would they say if someone saw you like this?” Johnny mocks.

At that thought, it should’ve deterred V or even put him off, made him uncomfortable at the thought of someone watching him. Or about to walk in. But it only excites him and Johnny sees the glint in his eyes. He snorts at that, moving up V’s body until they’re face to face, nose to nose, air to air.

“Remind me to try and do this when you’re out on one of your gigs next,” Johnny’s tone is dark.

It’s a promise, not a statement. V swallows thickly at that.

Johnny works his way down V’s body once more, kissing and biting and sucking until he reaches his leaking dick. Warm lips wrap around the head of his cock and V can’t help the small buck of his hips. Johnny bobs his head, flattening his tongue so he can get more of V down his throat.

“You’ve- ah- You’ve obviously had practice,” V groans out.

The rockstar comes off with a wet pop. “I’m just taking note of what everyone else has done to me.”

“What? You’ve never sucked a dick before?”

“Once or twice, was more Kerry’s thing.” Johnny replies deeply.

“You and Kerry?”

“No. But the orgies were fun.”

And somehow, he’s a natural. No, of course he is. He’s Johnny Silverhand. An egotistical prick that will get shit right the first time or not do it again.

V’s hand grip tightly into Johnny’s hair to guide him back down onto his cock. The groan that comes from the rockstar is only encouragement for V to keep going. He uses Johnny’s hair as leverage to push him further down his dick. Slowly at first, testing the waters. But when V doesn’t get a punch to the gut or a bird flipped at him, he continues on.

He moves Johnny slowly, not wanting to hurt him. He can feel his dick hit the back of his throat in which he receives a small choke. Johnny is pulled from V dick’s, but it isn’t the guy receiving the blow job that does it.

“If you’re going to pull my hair and fuck my face,” Johnny snaps roughly, “Don’t treat me like some virgin whore that’s going to go cry to her mummy and question why she got into whoring in the first place.”

That, has V biting in tongue on the many words he wants to counteract Johnny’s insult with.

With a little bit too much anger, V drags Johnny up the bed by his hair. He pushes the rockstar down on his back and proceeds to sit on his chest. How? V doesn’t question it.

His dick touches Johnny’s lips and he can’t help but thrust a little forward to smear his precum over his mouth and cheek. It’s a hot sight V must admit. Having Johnny underneath him, watching him with dark eyes. V pushes his dick into Johnny’s mouth in which he takes it eagerly.

Johnny suddenly grabs V’s ass and pushes him further down his throat, obviously getting testy. The action has V bending over Johnny, holding his hair as the other makes work of his dick. The buzz that rushes through him is paralysing.

He thrusts into Johnny’s mouth, his dick slipping down his throat with ease. The hot wetness is something too real for V’s liking. But in the race to catch his high before all of this ends and another relic attack comes around dwindles the worries.

Johnny squeezes his ass tighter as V abuses his throat, as if urging him on. Using the rocker like his own personal fleshlight. He keeps going at a desperate rate, chasing his own high. His dick slips down Johnny’s throat each time he thrusts him. Johnny’ chokes lightly, the noises coming from him almost disgusting but V can’t get enough. His balls tense up as he grunts with every movement. Until finally, Johnny does something that tips him over the edge.

Johnny pulls V nearly all the way out of his mouth but he sucks at the head. He flicks his tongue under V’s foreskin with a wicked smile. And that, that has him coming in Johnny’s mouth. Even though V cums onto his bed, Johnny’s engram is shown drinking it up nevertheless.

V’s body shakes as he falls onto the bed next to Johnny with a huff. The rockstar breathes heavily as he stares up at the ceiling. He licks his lips and that alone is hot. V reaches out to touch Johnny’s arm.

He can feel his arm for a moment, before it sinks right through, Johnny’s engram flickering blue. Johnny looks to V, a small flicker of disappointment coming to his eyes. He flickers off the bed and over to the window without a word.

“No aftercare or cuddles?” V pokes.

Johnny flicks on his aviators then lights a cigarette from god knows where. He draws slowly and then exhales the smoke. More force of habit at this point that’s followed him into his engram.

“Not my type of thing,” he grumbles back.

V sits up. “You would if you could.”

All he gets back is a little, “Hmph.”

[foxs0x]

I just made a cute V/Kerry animation — all hand drawn and painted by yours truly

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The Sun

[kaeuhhh]

Judy Alvarez headcanons <333

Judy headcanons cuz its pride month and I literally see little to none cyberpunk fics here

((All random headcanons, first headcanon post ever LOL))

𖦹°‧ Literally such a sweetheart, your sick? she's coming and taking care of you mf. Need to talk? THROWING EVERYTHING DOWN TO HELP YOU

𖦹°‧ Cat person for SURE, she absolutely adores Nibbles (If V has him)

𖦹°‧ Loves to tell V all about her day, she could literally spend HOURS talking about what happened at work, what BD she's working on, Ideas for what she wants to try next with future BDs, literally just anything techie related. V could be MID GIG and she'll just send a random text ranting abt stuff 😭

𖦹°‧ Whenever she stays over at V's place (often) she will literally spend half that time just cuddling and rambling on and on about her interests and dreams.

𖦹°‧ AMAZING LISTENER. After a long day she’ll just hold V in her arms and run her hands through V's hair and just listen to her vent <333

𖦹°‧ She often gets nightmares about loosing V, and afterwards just needs to be held and kissed. Sometimes V will have to hold her for hours and tell her everything’s gonna be alright <33

((Sorry if this is kinda sucky lol, first time writing shit 👍🏽))

[glitchinginthegarden]

🌵sketchiest auto shop

in the american southwest🛠️

[hornyjorny]

𝙞 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚

river ward x fem! v

warnings- fluff with smut??? mostly gross fluff18+, this is seriously nasty lovey dovey shit, soft sex, v is tired, sad as fuck and injured, v and river are disgustingly in love, johnny cameo bc he's annoying as fuck, gentle dom!river, sub!v, slight angst but mostly fluff, creampie+fingering+oral (f receiving)

wc: 5.1k

It’s been a shitty day. 

Your body aches. Aches from the constant misfiring of your brain. Your head feels like it's on fire, each thought a searing ember tearing through your consciousness. You’re bloodied, battered, bruised and exhausted— but shit, at least you’re almost home— and River’s there waiting for you. 

Tonight was supposed to be a respite from the chaos, a date night with River that you had been looking forward to for days. But as the hours stretched on and the assignments piled up, it seemed like time had betrayed you. You don’t even remember the last time you’ve taken a break. 

Your eyes blur as you step into the elevator— your legs begin to wobble. Your head hurts— and you feel like you can barely fucking stand. Your eyes flutter shut as you step through the doors, immediately slouching against the wall to soothe your aching muscles before your eyes flutter shut. 

Your condition was worsening. 

Johnny's presence in your mind is no longer just an annoyance—it's agony. He's there, unable to do anything but watch himself wreak havoc upon your brain.  

All you ever wanted was to make it big. 

Friends you’d laughed and fought alongside with are now fucking gone, swallowed by the unforgiving streets of Night City. Your job as a mercenary isn’t much better- it ensures that danger’s your constant companion, a perilous dance where survival was the one and only goal at the end of the day. And now, you found yourself entangled in Arasaka's web, tethered to the engram of the long-gone Johnny Silverhand—a construct that was slowly eroding your very existence from within. 

But amidst that darkness, there was River Ward. 

River's presence at your side was the one solid, the one steady anchor amidst the turmoil of the world. His arrival in your life was a bittersweet revelation, a reminder that even in the darkest moments, there’d always be that little glimmer of light. He was a constant amidst the chaos, a steadfast presence that anchored you in a sea of uncertainty. His kindness, his unwavering support, had chipped away at the walls you've built around yourself.

With River, you had found something you couldn't, and wouldn't, let go of. But the weight of your own impending demise pressed heavily on your chest, a reminder that time was slipping through your fingers like sand. Everything you’d ever known was slipping away, slowly but surely. 

Your thoughts are pushed aside as the metal elevator doors open with a ‘ding!’ 

“Time to snap out of it, sweetheart. Cop’s waiting for ya.”

You hadn’t even noticed Johnny until now. Your eyes flutter open— and for just a moment, you’re grateful for your digital companion’s presence. You step through the looming metal doors, your mind buzzing, your tired legs beginning to tremble as you attempt to navigate yourself to your apartment. You’re fucking determined to make it home to River, even as your muscles scream and ache in protest. 

Finally, you reach your apartment. Your heart pounds in your chest as you unlock the pneumatic door with a shaky swipe of your thumb. 

“V?”

Sheer relief floods over your senses at his voice alone. Before you know it, you’re met with the warmth of River's presence in front of you— worried gaze bearing into yours, before his eyes slide down to examine the rest of your bloody, weak body. 

“Hey," he said softly, his voice a gentle caress that swept over your tired senses. The soft white glow of his mechanical gaze captured every nuance of your exhaustion. But beyond that, he saw the pain you carried, the knowledge of your own impending demise that weighed heavily on your shoulders. 

A shaky smile forms on your lips. The sight of him, his unwavering presence, was a balm to your aching soul. Fuck, you were just glad to be able to come home to him. But then your weakened trembling legs finally gave way beneath you, the exhaustion hitting you like a tidal wave. As you began to sink, River's strong arms were there to catch you, his touch steady and reassuring. 

“You know..” He holds you up with a tenderness that spoke volumes, his hands gentle as they brushed against your weary frame. His eyes met yours, concern and love intermingled in their depths. "..I would’ve picked you up, V.”

You let out a shaky breath, your facade cracking as the weight of the day and the pain you were in threatened to overwhelm you, tears burning at the corners of your tired eyes. 

“You don’t have to deal with this all alone.”

That was the catalyst for you. 

River wasn't the type of person you were used to. This time, you had found someone who really fucking cared. The love you felt for him was real—a force that pushed you forward even when everything else seemed to be falling apart and crumbling around you. 

"I know," you admitted, your voice a soft admission of vulnerability. "But I just... I really wanted to see you."

His embrace tightened, and you felt as if he could shield you from the world with his arms alone. Tears finally spill from your burning eyes, falling down your bloody cheeks as you let out a choked sob. You didn’t want to have to lean on him. Didn’t want him to see you like this. All you wanted, all you’ve been looking forward to all week, was a night alone with River. 

“Oh, V..” He sighs, reaching up to your face with his ganic’ hand to wipe away the tears that dampened your cheeks, metal hand holding your waist in place. His touch was so soothing and warm that chased away the pain, if only for a moment. “What am I gonna do with you?”

You took a shaky breath, emotions slowly ebbing as you meet his gaze. “I don’t know, River..”

Your voice was a whisper, fragile and raw, as you  admitted what you needed most. What you craved. You wanted him— needed him. 

“But I need you, I know that.”

As if sensing your need, River's huge arms envelop you, pulling you into a hug that's both comforting and electrifying. His heartbeat is a steady rhythm against your ear, and you cling to him as if he's your lifeline in a sea of uncertainty. 

A little weakened whimper escapes your throat as he wraps his big arms around you again.  “I just… I need you to love me.”

His response was immediate, his fingers intertwining with your hair as he held you close. "I do love you, V. More than you know. I don't need you to be perfect, V," he murmurs against your hair, his breath a warm whisper that ignites a fire within your bones. "I just need you."

Your lips press against his, and in his arms, you finally feel ready to let go, surrendering to the vulnerability you’ve avoided for so long. The weight of the world, of the engram's presence in her mind, of the looming threat of your very own mortality, becomes a burden you two share together. River's love is a lifeline, grounding you in the midst of your shitshow of an internal storm. 

“Need you to show how much you love me,” you whisper. 

In that moment, vulnerability meets strength, and River's eyes hold a depth of understanding that surpasses words. He smiles at you so sweetly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead that makes your heart swell. “Course, V. That’s all you need to say..” He whispers. 

“But first, we gotta clean you up.” 

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River’s attempting to help you undress in the most gentle way possible as to not disturb your scratches and bruises. His deft fingers work to shrug off your strapped jeans, and you’re able to shrug off your jacket and peel off your top with no problem. And for a second, he can’t help but to stare at you bloodied, broken skin, and his heart just fuckin’ breaks. Of course, it’s your job to do dangerous shit, you put your life on the line all the time, but it still fucked him up whenever you came home like this. It wouldn’t be the first time you have, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. 

He moves on to cleaning up your cuts as carefully as possible, doing his absolute best as to not cause additional discomfort. 

The familiar burn of desire burned through you as his warm hands traced over your bare skin, taking great consideration in mending your wounds, even occasionally pressing his lips to your damp skin now and again. But you push it aside for now— you just want to enjoy his presence. 

He helps your trembling body into the shower, and the warm water cascades over your bodies, soothing your sore muscles and washing away the remnants of the night's chaos. The soothing scent of lavender washes over you as his gentle hands cascade over your skin away from the wounds. Your cuts sting against the hot water, and your legs ache a little from having to stand, but you push the pain aside— you’re focused on River, and River only. 

The quiet intimacy of the moment speaks volumes, the unspoken understanding that exists between you two a lifeline you never expected to find.

His big hands trace over your skin, and every little touch is gentle, reassuring as he washes away the blood and grime, calloused fingertips brushing against your lower stomach and setting your mind aflame with burning desire. His touch is soothing, tender— and it sends little shockwaves of heated desire through your core. 

You lean into his chest, a little whimper escaping your lips as his metal fingertips trail down your sides finding comfort in his embrace despite the pain that courses through your body. It's the one fucking moment you’ve been waiting for all week—and you cherish it with your entire heart. 

Both of River’s hands slide down to your waist. He leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead before letting out a soft murmur against your wet skin. 

“Still need me to show you how much I love you, or do you wanna settle down?”

You’ve wanted him, needed him, for so long now, you just can’t hold back any longer. You need him— and you need him now. “No,” you rasp. “Want you.”

His hands slide torturously slow up past your waist, torso, and up to your chest. With a little hum, his big hands move up to cup your breasts before sliding his rough fingers against your nipples before stopping abruptly. “Y’sure?” 

You nod enthusiastically, a raspy and desperate “please” escaping from your tired lips. 

“I’ll be gentle tonight. Promise,” River mumbles in your ear. 

At this point, you need him. In River’s arms, the world seems to still— and you can only focus on him— the way he lets out soft groans whenever you accidentally grind against him from his consistent teasing, the way he towers over your much shorter frame, literally holding you up with his strong arms alone… 

“Well shit, at least you can die happy now.”

You swear you need to get this motherfucker out of your head as soon as possible. You’re too tired to fight Johnny right now. You don’t even open your eyes at this point— River’s making you feel too good enough for you to care. 

His hands move down your chest, tracing away every little cut and scrape as his hands glide against your lower body, carefully observing the way you whimper and shudder underneath his careful touch. Metal fingers dig into your ass as his other hand trails between your plush thighs, spreading them apart as his finger carefully slides between your soaked folds. 

You don’t know why every single one of his touches send electric shocks to your core. A high-pitched whine escapes your lips, and you don’t even notice the way your legs shake violently underneath you— you just feel too good. 

You do, however, notice when he pulls away— left arm wrapping around your waist to give your weak legs some rest as his other hand reaches over to shut the shower off. A little whimper escapes your tired lips, and his metal fingers tap against your cheek. “Let’s get you comfortable first, ‘kay? Don’t want you to fall.” 

When you two step out of the shower, your body feels tired yet renewed, the pain momentarily eased by the care he's shown. River wraps your trembling body in a warm towel, his embrace a promise that transcends the challenges you two face together. You allow him to scoop you up into his big arms, and it’s almost laughable how vulnerable you really feel. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t cherish it. 

River's arms remained steadfast around you as he lifted you gently, cradling you like a fragile treasure. Your head rested against his chest, your body bone-weary and battered, but in his arms, you found a sanctuary. He carried you to the bed, each step a reassurance that he was here, that you weren't alone in this struggle.

Gently, he lowered you onto the bed, onto the soft pillows below, his touch tender as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. The dim light cast soft shadows across the room, the neon glow from the city outside seeping through the windows. The world beyond may have been chaotic, but here, in this moment, it was just you and River. Not even Johnny dared to fuck with you right now. 

A soft hum escapes his lips, leaning down to cup your cheeks with both of his hands. His steel fingertips dance across your cheek as your lips crash into his, before he pulls away from you. His hands trail down the sides of your body, carefully making sure to avoid any cuts or bruises, oh-so-gently. 

He smiles when a shiver wrecks throughout your body, before he sinks down to your damp thighs, shut tightly as he looms over you.

 “Open up for me?” He taps his mechanical hand against you, and with a shaky breath, you open your legs— exposing yourself to the cool night air. 

“Pretty girl..” River whispers, spreading your soaked folds apart with a smug grin, before licking a firm stripe up to your clit. He presses his tongue up against it, and laughs when his lil merc gets flustered at the vulgar sight. He looks up at you again— the soft glow of his metal eye bearing into yours, and fuck, he’s so cute, smiling like a dumbass as he devours you whole. 

His gaze leaves yours as his gaze trails over your tired body, admiring every little scar, every little bruise, and every little freckle. He can’t help it— he just fucking loves every little bit of you. 

River loves the way you tremble underneath the soft touch of his cold metal hands— cherishes the way you look up at him with your cheeks flushed red.. hair messy and your makeup all smudged, hands fighting for purchase against the sheets as your chest heaves, and you let out tiny whimpers..

River loves how he’s the one you seek solace from— how you allow him to help you relax after a long, shitty day, allowing him to spread your pretty thighs for him. 

Internally, River is so grateful for your presence— so fucking grateful that you’ve stayed by his side, aiding him and his family. But beyond that, he loves you for you. Loves you for that stupid goofy side of yours— he genuinely enjoys your presence. 

 River loves his lil’ mischievous, dangerous mercenary. He loves the person underneath that rough n’ tough exterior you hold yourself to. 

He doesn’t even know where he’d fucking be without you. He doesn’t know what he’d do with himself if he never met you. Never would’ve had a chance at saving his nephew— wouldn’t have a chance to experience those sweet summer nights laying in the back of his truck, miles away from the City just to admire the stars… never would’ve had the chance to spend countless nights just enjoying one another’s presence— and loving one another like it was your last fuckin’ day on earth. 

Except the last part rings far too true. 

You’re his person— how can he deny it? 

He sees your strength, the physical and mental scars from long ago, the pain, and the fire that burns within you like akin to the likes of nobody else. It fucking hurts him, so desperately so, to see you struggle like this. Fucking hurts to see the cursed cards life has given you. 

So tonight, he’s determined to show you just how much he loves you. 

He’s brought back to reality by your cute sniffles as he continued to toy with your aching cunt. 

“F—Fuck, River…” An errant moan escapes your lips, back arching as your hands scramble for purchase on his big shoulders as his tongue fucks you dumb. 

He looked so proud, so smug as his eyes fluttered half-shut, a dumb grin plastered across his face. He uses his metal hand to pin your thigh further apart— your leg beginning to shake adorably as he continues to lap at your drenched cunt. 

He doesn’t miss a single spot—kissing up and down your plush thighs, then back to your dripping folds. Each time you would whine, he’d just make out with your throbbing clit before it turns to unfair sucking and slurping.

His nose brushes against your folds and it makes sweet little whimpers and cries of his name fall from your pretty lips. 

When his tongue and jaw begin to ache, he gazes up at you with the entire bottom half of his face completely soaked. He rests his chin on your thighs for just a moment— a smug little grin plastered across face before he presses a single thick digit between your folds, before he looks up at you again. 

“You sure you can handle this tonight, V?”

You gush a little at his words, and you nod back, the burning desire in your chest ready to burst at any fucking second. “Don’t wanna stop,” you whine. 

River smiles again, his large finger slipping into you again. The sight alone of his finger pumping against your tight walls, the sight of him flicking his tongue against your desperate aching clit, was far too much for you to handle at once. Soft little shivers escape your lips as your body trembles, this time not out of hurt, but out of the sheer overwhelming pleasure River provides you. 

He insets a second finger, stretching out your tiny hole. He’s too much— and you love it. His tongue flicked against your throbbing clit before he closed his lips around the bud, all while his thick, long, rough fingers pump in and out of you. 

The way your tight hole clenches around his thick fingers nearly sends him over the fucking edge. He’s painfully hard at this point, but by God, is he ever so determined to help his little merc cum after a hard day. 

“Rivveeeeerrrr,” you hiccup, your hands coming down to attempt to grab and claw at his big wrists, but River just looks up with a smug grin on his face, his cock beginning to throb in his sweats again. “m’ close..” You whisper into the night air. But River just stares up at you to watch the way you unfold for him as your cunt trembles below his tongue. 

“So soon, baby?” 

You love it, but by fuck, it’s just too much for you. You’re literally ready to burst any-fucking second now. At this point, you’re so, so out of it. Purely just fucked dumb by River’s tongue and fingers alone— and you’d have it no other way. Your cunt’s starting to tremble and shake, and you can’t control the wetness dripping down your plush thighs. Your hips squirm and buck up against his face, desperately trying to ride out your high, and he only groans against your wetness in response. “L-Love youuuuuu….” You whine weakly. River responds back with a groan against you. 

The burning knot inside of you finally unravels when he latches his lips onto your clit. Your eyes roll into the back of your skull, and the high-pitched whines and begs for more escaping your lips are damn-near unrecognizable. Your hands claw desperately at his big beefy shoulders, tears rolling down your flustered cheeks as you finally let go of your orgasm— and you gush into his mouth and soak the sheets below with cute whimpers and whines of “thank you’s” and “m’ sorry’s” as he spreads your shuddering legs further apart beneath you— still lapping at your soaked hole. 

“Mmm… that’s my girl.”

His voice is raspy and low before you whine. River growls against you as you pant and shake beneath him as his tongue swipes against you to clean up your mess. You look down at yourself, at River— and fuck, you’re both soaked. 

…And so are the sheets below. 

You’re a shaking, whiny, wet mess when he pulls away, a string of your slick connecting to his lips as he places a sloppy kiss to your wet folds. Fuck. But you didn’t want him to stop. Sure, you’re sore as hell, but by God, you just wanted, you fucking needed more.

“Riveeerr…” you hiccup again. 

His big hands drop your thighs onto the soft mattress below, and both of them come up to rest against your flushed cheeks, soft eyes bearing into yours, filled with a soft, genuine concern as you let out a desperate whimper. 

“Need you to fuck me. Please.”

A little dumb smile forms on his face. 

“I’ve gotcha.” 

He positions himself between your soaked thighs, lining his fat tip against your puffy and swollen folds, metal hand sliding down to guide his throbbing cock into your tight soaked hole. 

His cockhead nudges your clit accidentally, and you moan before staring deeply and intensely at each other for just a brief moment— eyes filled with nothing but pure adoration for one another. 

River pushes the rest of himself inside, and he almost knocks the fucking wind out of you as your hole attempts to take the stretch. After nearly two weeks, you forgot how fucking big he was, and you can barely form a coherent thought as he drags his hips so deliciously against yours as he softly reassures you. 

“Fuck, V— always takin me so well,” River sighed softly while balls deep inside, internally noting your heavy breathing and shaky legs as you struggled to take him. It’s been a little while. 

A squeal falls from your parted lips as he splits you in two so softly, hands moving to wrap around your ankles as he slowly thrusts his hips into yours. His eyes are focused on the way your tight cunt takes him soo nicely. Your little whimpers and sobs for more cause him to bite into his lip— you’re so fucking cute like this, and he’s so fucking lucky to have you. He loves to fuck his little mercenay nice and thorough, just wanting to treat you good after a tough day at work. 

He almost loses his composure when little begs of “harder, please!” escape your lips. Truthfully, he’d love nothing more than to pound you senseless into the mattress, but shit, he doesn’t wanna hurt you tonight. Your body was already sore enough. Even he knew that. 

“Can’t, V. Don’t wanna hurt you,” River’s voice rasps against your ear in response to your begs. 

A little disappointed whimper falls from your lips, and you wrap your weak arms around the back of his neck. 

“I know, I know..” River bows forward, almost mounting you entirely, and this slight movement pushes his cock further in. You whine, wiggling your hips against his slow thrusts to chase the fleeting pleasure that stemmed from his movement. Internally, you’re so so grateful for him. He looks so fucking cute, you swear it— your heart flutters at the sight of him, attempting to move as gently as possible but absolutely struggling to do so, the occasional whimper escaping his lips.. fuck, it kills you. 

You’re so fucking grateful for the way he makes you feel. The way he distracts you from your pain with soft licks and gentle thrusts is just entirely unmatched, and so is the way he loves you oh-so-gently. The sheer amount of pleasure he’s providing you with is insane, and your eyes can’t help but to flutter shut as shockwave of euphoria shoot through your entire body every time he slowly bottoms out within you. You love River Ward, and you couldn’t have it any other way. 

River’s thrusts refuse to relent, even as your tight cunt squeezes around him. He huffs, feeling fully endeared. You look utterly fucked dumb— your hair’s all messy and splayed out on the pillows below you, your eyes are shut tight, nothing but little whimpers escaping your lips. River just wants to make sure you’re okay before he starts to move again. 

“Hey,” he whispers down at you as he pats your cheek gently. “Anyone home, V?”

“Uh huh,” you mumble, fucked-out eyes slowly zoning back in on your boyfriend. 

River smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “There's my girl.”

Then, he straightens back up again, his hands returning to their purchase on your ankles. You keen to the ceiling when he drags his cock out slowly, and you unconsciously squeeze your thighs around him before he gently separates your legs again. 

River’s eyes are confused and glazed over as he pushes himself into you again. He allows you to latch onto him— he swears you’re so fucking cute when you whimper into his neck, sharp nails clawing at his back.. It’s just fucking addicting. He’s too focused on the way your cunt takes him in so well— your cries and tears of pure bliss causing him to bite his lip back in a groan. 

River’s buried deep inside when you begin to clench around him, and he’s shoved deep inside of you when you feel your second orgasm approaching, and you let out little cries of “I’m’ close again!” and he’s staring down at you as your hips attempt to crash against his, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull— tears streaming down your cheeks. You could barely breathe. Your breaths are shaky and weak against the cool apartment air, and you’re just so so fucking needy— you can only focus on him. 

You lean up as best as you can to hide your face in the crook of his neck and he lowky moans— his hands moving to guide your hips. 

“C’mon, baby. Let it out for me.”

Your lips fall ajar at his command, feeling how his cock massaged your walls oh-so tenderly before your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you gushed again. You relish the whimper that escapes his lips as you cum again, but he refused torelent, the sound of your cunt squelching filling the room as he continues to fuck himself into you. The pressure inside of you finally snaps— and you let a loud high-pitched cry escape your lips as your back arches against the mattress. His rough hands move down to dig into waist before your little bucks begin to slow—gushing still all over him dumbly. 

His thrusts finally begin to falter, his eyes fluttering, the soft mechanical one flickering a little bit as he bites into his bottom lip to keep himself from whimpering. Fuck, you’re just so good— he can’t help the needy noises that escape his throat. He swallows back a whimper— and a low “m’ gonna cum�� falls from his lips. 

“Please,” you whimper weakly against him— cunt clenching again as he continues to fuck you. “Need you, Riv…”

Your words were the catalyst for him. With one more harsh thrust, he pushes himself into you, allowing himself to deep inside. River’s large body trembles as he cums, euphoria washing over him as both eyes flicker shut. You’re both fucking exhausted, and you two stay still— chasing the remnants of your long awaited euphoria. 

The world around you seems like it’s stilled— it’s been replaced by a sense of calm that settled over you like a soft embrace. River's steady breathing beside you was a soothing rhythm, a lullaby that lulled you into a peaceful state of mind. 

“Thank you..” you weakly mumble as he pulls out, his seed spilling from your weak hole, slipping down your thighs. 

He flops onto his side as you flop back against the pillows, pulling your trembling and sore into his big arms with ease as your eyes flutter shut and your chest heaves. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead— his hands reaching up to sweep your hair away from your dampened skin. 

“Let yourself get some rest.." he whispered, his voice a calming melody that enveloped you. "You’re safe with me tonight.”

Fuck. 

His words cause tears to burn at the corners of your eyes, a testament to the weight that you had been carrying. Your walls had crumbled, the armor you had worn for so long had fallen away, and in this vulnerability, you felt a strange mix of relief and fear. River had always been there, a constant amidst the chaos, and now, as he held you in his arms, you allowed yourself to lean on him.

“I love you, V,”  His metal fingertips brush against your cheek, wiping away remnants of stray tears. “You don’t need to be afraid to lean on me sometimes.”

A tremor ran through your body, a mixture of exhaustion and the emotions that had been pent up for far too long. You turned into his touch, your head finding the crook of his neck as you nuzzled against him. His scent, a comforting blend of familiarity and safety, enveloped you, and you allowed yourself to fully let go. “I know.”

“I love you too, Riv.”

And as his arms held you close, you allowed yourself to embrace the solace he offered, to find comfort in his embrace, and to let go of the burdens that had held you captive for so long. You allow yourself to drift off to sleep, nested in his embrace, allowing the world to dissipate around you. In the silence of the room, the distant hum of the city's chaos seemed to fade away. It was just you and River, bound by something deeper than the turmoil that surrounded you. 

[vronism]

You got invited to the afterlife. Excited to meet the living legend of Night City, THE V.

But then you see her and it’s just a sick Victorian child looking ass

[sacredcyber]

I Think I Like When It Rains

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

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

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

‘You’re being weird again.’

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

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

Just her, Nibbles and her tapeworm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I was angry.”

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

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

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

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

How strange.

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

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

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

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

“Has Johnny Silverhand always been the jealous type?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-yeah…”

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

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

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

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

[ghostoffuturespast]

River pulled her in, wrapped her in a hug. “‘Aa ba’uoech.” They sat with each other. Took their time. And after a while, V finally asked. “What does it mean? Those words.” “Means ‘I understand.’ My mom always used to tell me that whenever I apologized after getting into trouble.” “You? In trouble.” “On occasion. But with you? I’m always finding myself in trouble.”

[X]

[elf-trash]

Taking this opportunity to promote my Cyberpunk fic because I'm finally updating it again!!!!!!!!

If you're new to my stuff, it's a very long SilverV fic that follows the plot of the game and reworks the endings. 62/65 chapters are currently posted. Explicit rating. It's probably best described as a "fix it but first make it worse" fic lol

[billy-crudup]

Your neurons… can no longer handle most implants, chrome. Your brain can manage your personal link and simple coprocessors… but any use of a combat implant could kill you. I’m sorry, V, but the life you used to know is gone. CYBERPUNK 2077: Phantom Liberty (2023) 

[foxs0x]

Blah more illustrations from my Cyberpunk fic End Transmission

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I mean this scene isn’t explicitly in it but ehhh 🤷 (Also it’s my first time attempting to draw a chibi in like 15 years lollll) and don’t mind the text change, my handwriting is not good so the type saves me from rewriting every word multiple times til it’s legible 😂

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[8-rae-rae-8]

[Happy Birthday, Johnny]

Johnny being unusually quiet and not fuckin' with V as much, till V sees why in those glitched memories that he can't really make out that well, but he can hear, distantly a few distinct 'happy birthday's without much behind it—too half-hearted to sound warm. V knows the voices, gathered up from what he'd seen of the SAMURAI days. Nance, Denny, Rouge, Kerry...

There's not much to see, but the feelings are heavier than anything. The simmering anger, the exhaustion, the sadness as V just barely makes out a tiny cupcake with a single candle in it, a fresh faced Johnny Silverhand looking at the light glow.

Maybe a secret Johnny would rather keep, as if V couldn't look it up if he wanted to know. He figured Johnny would be louder, glitching in and gloating at him any chance he got. But no, he sits quietly in the back of his mind, instead. V can feel him thinking, or something close to that, as he lays in bed.

They ran around Night City and never once did Johnny do much more than necessary. Talked a little shit, but didn't go as far to mock him, or piss him off for fun. No, it's quiet. Voice-wise, it's quiet. Everything else, not so much.

V tilts his head, looking out to the couch opposite his bed. Watching, expecting Johnny to appear there, where he always did. And yet, instead, Johnny sits up close on the edge of the bed.

"Happy birthday, Johnny.." As tired as he was, running gigs all day, he meant it.

And hell, seeing Johnny's face soften from behind his glasses was worth it. They were dying together, after all, it'd be a lie to say they hated each other's guts. Morphing more and more like the other every day, relying on Misty's pills to survive.

"Thanks, V..." It's hesitant, almost nervous. Johnny turns his head, looking at V comfortable in the blankets. In a way, he's jealous, V can feel it, albeit distantly.

"Lay down, c'mon." V grunts as he moves, as if Johnny needs space the way he does. "Deserve it, been a long day."

He won't mention the way he can feel the both his own, and Johnny's mind running a mile a minute, but he'll gladly let Johnny's head settle on his shoulder. Something quiets, just a little, in their head.

[aceghosts]

Screenshots of Rooney Shepard (They/Them) in Cyberpunk 2077 (35/X)

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[isbergillustration]

cyberpunk 2077 fanart???? 👁️👄👁️

Yeah like this kinda stuff

[hornyjorny]

𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮!

goro takemura x afab!reader. 18+, mdni plz, blowjob, top!takemura, sub!v, slight angst at the end?? also riding + creampie

“I need you, V. “

Fuck. 

He’s got you there. 

Goro-Fucking-Takemura, the cold and calculating ex-Arasaka operative, was a contradiction you couldn't ignore. Takemura represented fucking everything you possibly could’ve stood against— and now here you are— on your fucking knees, with Takemura towering above you, eyes furrowed shut as you tug away at his belt. 

How the fuck did you even get here? Shit, you just wanted to invite the poor fucker out to get hammered and just maybe, just maybe take a moment to relax from the city’s constant chaos. 

You’d made up your mind— and despite Johnny’s dissent, you mustered the courage to finally as the old fucker out for a night on the town. Afterall— he deserved it. You didn’t actually expect Takemura to say ‘yes’— but shit, you were thrilled. You ended up choosing a dimly-lit bar— and as you two sipped on your drinks, Takemura's rigid demeanor seemed to melt away, revealing a man who had been burdened by the weight of his past. 

And for once, Goro Takemura seemed content with the ways of the world.

As the evening continued to progress, the alcohol continuing flow, even fucking Johnny could sense the growing sexual tension simmering beneath the surface. With a sly grin and a fuzzy mind you suggested you two continue the night at your apartment, inviting him in for a night. Takemura hesitated, and his icy gaze locked onto yours. The unspoken tension hung heavy, and in a rare display of vulnerability, he nodded with a wolfish grin.  

And now here you are— gazing up at Takemura’s piercing icy eyes as you attempt to undo his belt, before chucking it to the floor below. He told you to kneel, so now here you are, perched between his knees like a bitch, following his every command. 

He’s so fucking cute, you swear it— his normally neat, pulled-back salt-and-pepper hair is now messy and frizzy. His cheeks are pink— and his pretty eyes immediately flutter shut when you tug down his pants, wasting no time in freeing his already hard member from his pants. 

Shit, does he take your breath away. He’s fucking perfect. 

You’re just barely able to wrap your hand around the base— he’s decently sized, not too big—just enough. He’s perfectly groomed, honestly just as expected, and his tip is already leaking against your hands. He sighs deeply for a brief moment— his fingers intertwining in your hair just for a moment— forcing you to look up into his cold stare. 

You say nothing. Your heart’s hammering in your chest as he just stares blankly, his lips slightly ajar, cheeks flushed pink. 

You finally muster the courage to place a kiss to his leaky tip, looking up into his piercing gaze. His pretty eyes flutter shut— and a soft groan exits his lips. Fuck, he’s cute. Before he can recover, you wrap your lips delicately around the head of his leaky cock. You can feel him shiver beneath you, his thighs shaking for just a moment. You lower yourself then, happily taking in more of him into your mouth before he hits the back of your throat. 

You swear you hear him faintly curse.

Your lips leave his cock with a lewd ‘pop!’ and a string of salvia connects your lips and his tip. 

Takemura groans deeply— the soft noises he makes just send waves of heated desire through your veins, which only fuels the fire that is your horny gonk-ass brain. Unable to help yourself,  your tongue retreats to him, licking up his shaft before placing a sloppy kiss to his leaky tip.

Goro looks down at you with such malice in his eyes— and it almost terrifies you as much as it excites you. Your lips continue to gently suckle at his reddened tip, before one of his large hands rises to hold your jaw, pulling you off of his cock by your hair with the other. He’s looming over you—his dark hair spilling over his shoulders as he glares down at you, icy eyes staring into yours. 

“Open.” 

His voice is hoarse— deep. And so you comply, you don’t think twice. Your tongue lolls out of your mouth upon his command. 

Goro’s left hand entangles itself roughly in your hair, using his other hand to guide himself into your mouth again, pulling a little weakened whimper from your lips as he pushes himself down your throat, slowly guiding himself in. Aww. At least he’s being nice. 

Drool smeared on your flustered cheeks, tears glittering among your lashes, and your lips trembled with each pant as you took him in when he breaches the back of your throat. His fingers tighten their grip on your scalp as he forces your head down until his girthy cock entirely inside of your pretty mouth. You look up at him—your jaw beginning to strain a little bit, and you blink up at him with widened teary eyes. 

For Takemura, there’s just something about seeing your cute face nuzzled all the way down on him, something about such a dangerous mercenary being such a fuckin’ compliant little toy for him. He loves it—whether he’d ever actually admit it aloud or not. 

“Good, V..”  he mumbles quietly, his nostrils flaring. 

You can’t help the quiet moan that escapes from your lips in response. You take him in again— feeling Takemura begin to shove you down, before he hits the back of your throat again. You pull back with a gag this time, your breathing heavy and spit dripping down your chin. 

Goro’s grip on your scalp tightens— before he pulls you down again on his cock, refusing to give you even a second. He guides his cockhead into your mouth, before bottoming out in the back of your throat. 

“I didn’t tell you to stop.”

You whimper against his aching cock as he begins to thrust into your mouth, fucking himself slowly in and out. “Mprrrrrmmmphhhh…” you groan against him, and at this point, a few tears have started to fall from your fluttering lashes, because fuck, Takemura was relentless. His hips thrust with a slow pace, but fuck, are they harsh. His metal fingertips dig into your scalp— and his deep grunts and occasional whispered curse only encourage your own arousal. 

As he continues to use you, you notice his hips are beginning to falter— his thrusts become more erratic, more unfocused, and through your blurry teary eyes, you look up at him— noticing his head is tipped back as he softly groans to the ceiling. 

But fuck, you can’t take it anymore. The slickness dripping from your thighs tells no lie— you need to fuck this man like you need to breathe fucking air. His throbbing cock in your mouth just isn’t enough— you need him. 

“Gorrrooooo…” You whine, noises muffled by him pulling you down to his groin. Fuck, he can’t resist your little begs and moans. He chastises himself internally for giving in, and he pulls you off by your hair— allowing his cock to pop out of your mouth. 

“What?” He glares down— teeth bared, eyebrows furrowed. It makes you shudder. 

“Wanna ride you..” You moan, pressing his wet cock to your cheek— looking up into his icy eyes as you press a kiss to the tip. “..Please?”

He towers over you for a brief moment, eyeing your quivering form below. You just look so fucking cute, salivia dripping from your lips and chin, face red, hair messy, on your knees— fuck. It takes him all he has to muster a response.  

“Not yet.”

You whine— and you’re regretting being so obedient for a moment, before he reaches down. pulling you harshly by your wrists, before ripping off his loose tie. He wraps the fabric around your wrists— tightly securing them, before hoisting you to your feet. 

“Now you may.”

You can’t believe your fucking ears. You immediately clamber into Takemura’s lap— wrapping your restrained arms around his broad shoulders. He’s so warm— the scent of his cologne is subtle, but god it fucking drives you insane. Your eyes trace from the black and grey hairs among his lower stomach, to his chiseled chest, to his cybernetic jaw, his scarred lips open slightly ajar in a pant. You lean in— your saliva covered lips grazing his. He leans back, his hands immediately trailing slowly down your body to lift up your hips. 

“Now, V.” He commands, and you obey. You position yourself above his stiff member, before allowing your hips to sink down. He angles his hips— and presses just the tip of his pretty cock in, before bottoming out in one swift movement. 

You’re immediately taken out— reduced to a whiny, moaning mess when he’s fully inside of you, and he moans back. Takemura remains still as you situate yourself, attempting to bring yourself back together after his initial entrance. He oh-so graciously allows you to rest your head in the crook of his neck, even though the tough metal poked into your skin. 

When he’s had enough of your panting, tired of your cunt clenching so deliciously around him, his metal fingertips dig into the flesh of your hips as he begins to rock your hips back and forth on his length, guiding your ass. 

“Fuck, Goro…” 

You moan, head pressed to the metal plating of his neck. You whine at the sharp smack he gives your ass, the stinging sensation vibrating through your body as he urges you to speed up. 

You swear you’re not usually this compliant. 

You’re fucking V. A fucking dangerous merc— the toughest of them all. And now here you are— moaning and drooling over Goro Takemura. It’s fucking laughable, but you can’t find it in yourseld to possibly disrespect or disobey him. He makes your heart flutter— makes your thighs clench together whenever he shoots you a glare. The least he deserves, and the least you deserve, is to let him have his way.  

Your hips crash into his, and for just a moment, time seems to slow around you. It’s a surreal moment— reddened neon lights frame your bodies, Takemura’s hair is splayed across his shoulders and back, sweat dripping down his face as he groans so so deeply, his fingertips digging into your hips as you desperately grind on him… it’s fucking insane. The room is basked in a sultry deep red, and it’s all but silent except for the lewd sloppy sounds of your wetness, and the pitchy, embarrassingly high moans you let out. 

You’re just bouncing on his length— he’s stuffing you full, and you just moan and whimper softly. You feel almost dizzy— your mind is fuzzy as he fucks himself into your tight hole with no remorse, and the stretch he made just felt so fucking good, you swear your brain’s on fucking fire. 

“You can take it, V.” He rasps, his hips ramming into yours. You’re beginning to lose the little strength you have left in your hips— he’s just too fucking good. Each hit comes to you like a shockwave— your mind beginning to simply malfunction from the pleasure alone. 

“I—ah—need..m-more..”

You whine, your tied hands still wrapped around his neck. He complies with a wolfish grin— using his right hand to reach up and cup your jaw. 

“More?” He repeats, a wolfish grin spreading across his face as he forces you to meet his gaze. You nod as his icy eyes glare maliciously into yours. He’s fucking intimidating— he’s going buck-fucking-wild, his hips hammering up into yours as his fingernails leave scratches and red cresent-shaped marks, leaning foward to kiss your neck and collarbone to leave a masterpiece of blue and purple splotches. Who knew Goro Takemura could be so fucking dirty?

You can’t take it any more. You nod. The sounds of your sweet whines and moans for more echo off of the apartment walls, and Takemura lets out a little “s—shit” as he hits deeper, and the tight band building within your tummy is ready to snap at any moment. You’re truly just dumbfounded by him— dumbfounded by the sheer amount of pleasure and satisfaction he’s able to provide. 

Takemura can feel every fucking squeeze, every little defeated moan that reverberates throughout your body as he presses his lips to yours. It drives him insane— he’s needed reprise for so long. He’s needed this, needed you, just somebody— for so fucking long. 

And for in this moment, he wants for that to last. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your skull when Takemura angles his hips particularly deep, and you nearly allow yourself to just fall limp in his arms as he fucks you through your stupor. The way you pant against his skin, drool starting to fall from your lips, it drives him insane. 

He uses his strength to hold you down on his cock as he buries himself deep inside, an occasional whimper escaping his scarred lips. And every time he does, it’s like music to your ears— causing you to clench even tighter around his girthy length. You feel completely full as his spit-glazed cock tenderly rubs against your walls, hitting and jostling against the best and deepest of spots. 

The thick head of his tip rubs so deliciously against your insides, you can’t help but to drool and whine. You try to place little kisses along his metal plating, up to his cheek— purely unable to help yourself. 

“Goro, m’ close..”

You’re barely able to utter the words, and he stares up at you with his icy eyes as your hips continue to crash and roll into his. A little semblance of a smile escapes him, and his fingers entangle themselves in your hair once more as his other hand guides your waist.

“I know.”

Your mouth falls ajar at his words, soft “ah-ah-ahs” escaping your saliva-covered lips as you gush onto his lap. His hips continue hammering into yours, his cock beginning to throb inside of your pulsating wals. The sound of your sopping cunt echoes of the apartment walls, along with your weakened high-pitched moans and his deep grunts. He almost loses his cool when your tight cunt seals around his cock when you cum, but he refuses to slow the battering of his hips against yours. 

“I’m not done yet.”

Jesus fucking christ, did this old man have some fucking stamina. More than you, apparently. 

It’s easy for him to lower you to the bed, his nimble form sliding over yours, towering over you once again. His hands reach for your ankles, pulling your legs over his shoulders as your slick and remnants of your own cum continue to drip onto the sheets below. 

Takemura’s cock twitched, and with a deep groan he came inside. He had shoved his cock inside of you so deep, letting it press against your cervix before his cum spurted out, thick, warm, and milky. 

You look down at your swollen puffy lips enduring his abuse before he ultimately slows and finally hunches over you— a loud moan escaping his lips as his cock pulsates and throbs inside of your walls, finally letting you have it all, filling your cunt with hot and creamy cum. 

“Thank you..” You sob, remnants of your makeup sliding down your tears in blackened streaks as he continues to dump his load inside. 

He finally collapses then—his body weight was pressed against yours, making sure to keep your pretty ass filled. Ever so delicately, Goro, he rolled his hips against yours as he came down from his high, his breathing was heavy and so was yours.  

Your brain practically short-circuited, all you could possibly think about was him. Goro, Goro, Goro. Everything about him drove you fucking insane. 

Takemura finally pulled out, his eyes tethered to your stomach bulge, gaze lowering to your oozing cunt, just observing his seed dripping down from your tiny abused hole, dripping down to the curve of her beautiful ass. Fuck, he swore you looked so fucking cute; all naked, tears down her face as you whimpered and whined still. Goro pulled back from your trembling body, his gaze still on your sopping cunt, with two fingers he pushed his cum back inside before shoving himself back inside his pants, buckling his belt. 

As you flop over, he swiftly removes his tie from your wrists, before slipping it back around his neck. You’re too fucked-dumb to think— you just lay on your side panting, completely taken aback at the situation. 

“L-Leaving so.. hah… soon?” You hiccup. 

The shadow of a man says nothing. He straightens out his collar and tie, before bringing his hair back in one swift movement. You lay there, just staring back at the handsome man in front of you. 

He leans down, his cold, icy eyes just inches away from your own. 

“This is just business, V.” 

He turns away, adjusting himself as he immediately exits your apartment. 

It was immediately what you expected. 

He wasn’t obligated to stay. You knew he would immediately leave afterwards. 

But you’ll be damned, it still hurt. 

You expected it, and yet your heart still ached when he shut the pneumatic door with a swipe of his thumb— leaving your body alone in the dimly lit red room. 

But that’s just business, baby.