#also v kissing johnny's cheek :))

[swearingcactus]

ceebeepee stuff. panam being supportive and grabbing a screenshot from one of the most well preserved pre-nuke samurai interview video where johnny's high off his balls! johnny doing pyschological warfare! rogue playing mommy favorites! kerry doing psychological warfare! widdle v intimidating NPCs!

[sansevierias]

the real reason why V doesn’t kiss kerry on the balcony in the sun ending is bcs V didn’t brush his fucking teeth.

[sgtgarricks]

thinking about free use!johnny...

afab!reader

cw: free use, p in v, overstimulation!!!!!!!!, creampie, degradation but with love, soap being nasty, reader is also nasty, i am reader.

no one look at me.

johnny who starts dating you, who was always flustered and shy when it comes to initiating sex. he doesn't always catch when you ogle him, but when he does, he jumps immediately at the chance.

johnny who coos and nips at you when you wouldn't stop staring at his crotch. he thinks it's so adorable that you're still so shy around him even after dating him for months.

johnny who slowly takes your hand, kisses your fingers and places it on his hardening cock.

"is this what you want bonnie? you need me to fuck you?" he starts kissing your neck slowly when you give him a nod and press yourself closer to him.

johnny who gets a brilliant idea that he brings up to you on a random night.

"what do you think, hen? i think it'd be a great way for you to get more comfortable in asking for it!" he was propping his head on one hand, seemingly unfazed after the intense fucking he gave you few minutes prior.

"i-i'm not sure, johnny... isn't that kinda... degrading for you?" you question, eyes wide staring into johnny's baby blues. unexpectedly, he guffaws and brings a hand to your cheek.

"you're so silly bonnie, course not. 'm offering it for a reason, you don't have to do anything with ir. just know it's always on the table." you squeak when he pinches your cheek and the little shithead just grins at you.

"okay... so, anytime i want? are you sure?"

"aye, i'm sure. anytime you want."

free use!johnny who's genuinely surprised you're taking him up on his offer. it starts off slowly, you snuggle closer to him and mouths at his neck. his neck is slightly damp from the slow kisses you pepper everywhere.

normally, this is where he'd drop everything to pleasure you. but seeing you so needy for him and the thought of you having to beg him for what you want, gets his cock throbbing in his pants.

"johnny..." you whine in his ear, positioning yourself fully on his lap now, "need you so bad..."

and just like that his patience snaps. he flips you over on the couch and takes his shirt off, exposing his delicious abs that you sit up to lick. he holds your head while you continue to grope him all over.

"mmm, so needy... don't worry, 've got ye." he slowly removes you from him and you begin to protest when he places his mouth on your panties. your complaint dies out as you let out a long moan. he rubs you over your panties and places kisses all over your wet pussy.

"so fuckin' wet for me, bonnie." you try to push his head deeper into your pussy and he laughs, "you gotta ask for it." he teases you and runs a finger over your clothed folds.

"johnny, please! want your mouth and fingers in me!" you hear fabric tearing as his mouth latches on your clit. two of his thick fingers slide right in from how wet you are.

"oh, fuck... so good, johnny." you grind your hips into his mouth as his fingers keep pace, fingers curled hitting that gooey spot inside you. he's slobbering all over you, his own hips grinding into the bed.

you feel lightheaded from the stimulation, eyes closing and back arching. johnny's fingers move faster as he makes out with your drooling pussy.

"cum for me, bonnie." and you cum hard. pussy clenching his fingers tightly as juices squirt out all over his fingers and mouth. johnny lets out a moan and instead of stopping moves faster as you come down from your orgasm.

you breathe heavily as johnny slows down. he kisses your pussy gently before coming up to kiss you deeply. you can feel his cock still hard in his pants, but as your hand trails down, his hand stops you.

"not tonight. 'm so proud of you, bonnie." he places a gentle kiss on your forehead and cuddles you.

free use!johnny who, after putting the deal on the table begins to have more sex in a week than he could've imagined. before, you were getting fucked at least four times in a week, but now? he felt like he had unlocked something in you.

the first few weeks, you were still as shy as usual. initiating with slow kisses, pinching his butt, groping his arms. he was more than happy to indulge you. you were getting more confident and it made him happy.

free use!johnny who knows he definitely unleashed a fiend. you were insatiable, kneeling down and unzipping johnny's pants as he was watching the telly.

your head is bobbing up and down on his cock as johnny throws his head back in pleasure. you were drooling and slobbering all over his cock, tears in your eyes and johnny thinks you're the most beautiful person he's ever seen.

he let you set the pace for a few moments before losing control and thrusting into your hot mouth. you choke a little at the thick intrusion but push through as johnny's pace becomes ragged.

"such fuckin' good for me, hen... lettin' me fuck your mouth." you moan at his words, moving faster and licking all over his shaft. johnny whines at the feel of your tongue and thrusts a few more times.

you feel a his hot cum spurting down your throat and you gag at the sudden feeling. johnny groans, both hands gripping your head to keep it still.

after he let out the last few spurts, you slowly remove yourself and lick your lips. johnny was still recovering when you plopped on his lap, kissing his cheeks.

"thank you, johnny."

johnny, still coming down from his high and dazed, can only nod.

"anything f' you."

free use!johnny who doesn't think there would come a day where his cock might actually need a break. the two of you had been fucking like rabbits whenever there was a chance. before he left for work, when he came home, whenever you could find him, you would be on him.

johnny had only taken one step inside the apartment when you immediately dragged him to the couch and sat on his lap.

"bonnie-"

you tug his soft cock out of his pants and slide it along your already wet folds. he grunted when he felt how wet you were, hands immediately grabbing your hips as his tip slides into your warm heat.

"fuck, johnny... you're so big..." you grind your hips into his, matching his thrusts. his thighs were meeting yours with every rise as you use him.

"yeah? y'like my cock?" he grits, fingers playing with your clit.

"y-yeah.. l-love your cock!"

"it's yours, baby.. so take it." he pounds deliciously into your squelching pussy, his tip hitting your cervix. you can feel every throb inside your walls.

neither of you were going to last long, you'd been wet thinking about him all day and the way he keeps hitting your gooey spot has stars dotting your vision.

"'m gonna cum.." you warn him as he begins to move even faster.

"cum for me. cream on my fucking fat cock, baby. make a mess of it." his lips latches onto your nipple, tongue swirling and sucking as his finger draws circles on your clit.

johnny feels when you cum and it draws out his climax. he groans as he can feel cum spurt from his softening cock. he gives one last thrust, plugging you tightly.

he rests his head on your shoulder, panting heavily. he kisses your shoulder gently and was about to slowly pull out when you begin to move again.

your eyes were closed with your hands around his neck when you begin to slowly grind on him again. he groans at the overstimulation, his cock still throbbing.

"fuckin' minx you are..."

"johnny.. please..."

he doesn't think he has anything left in his balls after you drained him. but he's a weak man. he can never say no to you. grunting, he begins to move his hips again.

"so fucking needy... that why you were so shy, hen? didn't want me to know how much you loved my cock?" he says in your ear, regaining his stamina to pull you down onto him as he thrusts up.

"such a slut for my cock, aren't you?" you can't speak. your mouth was perpetually open, head thrown back in pleasure. your thighs were shaking from exhaustion but you couldn't stop yourself from slamming back onto johnny.

he stops moving when you don't respond and you immediately indulge him.

"y-yeah, 'm a slut johnny.. l-love your cock so much!"

he flips you over so you're on your back. you whine when he slips out and he shushes you. he grabs your legs and moves you into a mating press. when he slips back in you gush around him. the couch was positively defiled with how you two were going at it.

"gonna be the death of me.." he mumbles. he was sweating profusely and were you not in a mating press you would've leaned up to smell him. you let him pound you into the couch, content to just lay there and take what he gives you.

it doesn't take long for you to feel your climax coming, your thighs begin to shake and your walls begin to pulsate. instead of speeding up, johnny slows down. opting to lean almost all the way out, before thrusting deeply. each motion sends a glob of his cum out of your pussy and you moan.

eventually, your back arches and you reach your high. your climax triggers johnny's as he cums once more inside your ruined pussy. the both of you weren't speaking anymore, too fucked out to say anything.

he slowly pulls out of you, wincing slightly. he tries to get up but fails and ends up collapsing on your chest. he mumbles something about his balls running out of cum and closes his eyes.

you laugh, content and stroke his hair gently.

"thank you, johnny."

"i think 'm gonna pass out now."

[novemberheart]

{overview} John and you take another leap in your relationship, Kyle makes an unsettling discovery

{warnings} Fem reader, a/b/o dynamics, poly 141, P in V sex, heat cycles, oral & fingering (fem receiving), loss of virginity, cursing, mirror sex, MDNI

Chapter 21 <- Chapter 22 -> Chapter 23

The next few days had gone by without a hitch. It was nice, being domestic with your pack. You spend most of your days going to museums, restaurants, and outdoor activities that are way above your athletic ability. Still, you would be lying if you said you weren't happier than you have ever been- well at least happier than you've been in a while. You and Simon have gotten much closer. He had been making a real effort with you, not that he hadn't before but there was something different about him. His gestures felt more affectionate than out of duty.

That was until you came down with a fever.

“It’s not saying she has a fever, yet she's burning up,” Kyle huffed, pulling a thermometer out of your mouth. You and John eyed each other.

“This a symptom of your heat?” He questioned. Everyone stiffened.

“Yes. But I usually get them after my heat, not before. Before my heat, I’ll get extra sensitive, and my body will start to feel….less stiff. I'll also get this sort of buzz in my stomach,” you explained.

“And I take it you haven't been feeling any of that?” Simon added. You shook your head.

“You don't smell any different,” Johnny added too.

“Well, this may be the start of it, pretty girl. Let's just keep an eye on it, yeah?” John spoke. Everyone nodded.

“I don't want this to happen on vacation,” you started to whine, you quickly caught yourself, your eyes going wide.

“Sensitive, eh?” John chuckled, placing a kiss against your heated head.

“This is the best place for it to happen,” Kyle assured. “Where you're safe with all of us,” Kyle reminded. You breathed out slowly, nodding your head in agreement.

“You're right,” you affirmed.

“The plan is,” John began and you immediately felt a sudden shift in the air. You wondered how many times they have heard John say that. It had an immediate impact on them, their shoulders straightening, eyes narrowing in focus. How many times had their lives depended on those words? Johnny's crow's feet appeared and you ran your thumb over them breaking him out of his trance. He grinned at you, pressing a kiss against your hand before turning back to John. “Me and her will stay in our room,” he spoke looking at Simon. You held your breath, waiting for him to be mad at you. Instead, he nodded his head seemingly unaffected by the words, besides a light blush across his cheeks. “You’re in charge of food and drinks,” he commanded, looking at Johnny who quickly nodded. You winced. Looks like you'll be eating cereal and granola bars for a week. “You’ll be on puppy duty,” he spoke to Kyle, nodding to the lazy ball of fur at your feet.

“How long do your heats last, Bon?”

“Usually a week,” you responded, causing Simon to chuckle.

“Old mans gonna disloca”-

“Fuck off,” John interjected, his own smirk across his face. “I’m two years older than you you twat,”

“I'll sleep on the pull-out in the living room,” Simon spoke. Being in the betas room felt too close to you. “Don't worry about me barging in or anything, yeah?” he soothed.

You felt horrendous for believing he would be upset at you. You offered him a small smile, nodding your head graciously.

“Alright, that's it,” John finished.

Simon grabbed a washcloth, running it under cool water and plopping it on your forehead.

“Remember when you were doing this to me?” he mused, a small smile on his face. That seemed so long ago. That was your first interaction with him. You remember how scared and unsure of yourself you were. Hell, most of that hadn't changed.

“Simon,” you sobbed, your arms wrapping around his waist, making him chuckle.

“Sensitive, pup,” he teased, patting you on the back. “Should get you to bed. A nap might help,” he spoke, mostly to himself. He hoisted you up carrying you to the bedroom, Johnny following close behind. He tossed you on the bed, Johnny quickly hopping in and getting comfortable with you. You watched with tired eyes as Simon began moving his clothes into the beta’s room. He didn't have too many.

“Simon?” you asked softly.

“Pup?”

“Could I have one of your sweatshirts?” you nearly pleaded. He grabbed one off the hanger, rubbing it against the scent glands on his neck before tossing it to you. You bunched it up, using it as a pillow. Leather with an undertone of black licorice making the back of your neck tingle. “Thank you,” you purred lowly.

Your symptoms had progressed. A familiar lax in your body making it a bit hard to move. You had started nesting, stealing things from every member of your pack to make the bed as comfortable as you could. There were slight changes in your scent making their mouths water. John stayed close, wanting you to ease him into a rut instead of it just hitting him.

“How do you feel, lovie?” Kyle hummed.

“My face is hot but my body is cold,” you whined. “And I'm tired,” you huffed.

“Sleep, princess. You'll be needing it,” John chuckled from next to you. Your head peaked up from the pillows.

“You’re the one who’ll need it,” you shot back, a playful glint in your hazy eyes. John’s brows raised, sitting up on one of his elbows.

“You flirtin’ with me now? I'm the one that's supposed to be courting you,” he reminded, tucking you in.

“I’m waiting,” you smirked, causing Kyle to laugh.

“I'll be back,” John insisted, dodging back down the hall.

“I like this feisty you,” Kyle murmured. You chuckled, inching closer to him. When John returned he had a bowl of cut-up fruit and a few snack packs of your favorite snacks.

“Thank you alpha,” you purred, popping a strawberry in your mouth. John purred back, tucking you back in.

“Let me,” he urged, opening a pack of cookies and hand-feeding you.

“I could get used to this,” you smiled between bites.

He woke up before you with a sharp exhale. Your scent hitting him like a bolt of lightning. You were tucked in his side, your hands gripping onto his damp shirt like it would keep you from floating away. You were whimpering quietly, his body reacting to you before he had even opened both his eyes. You needed him.

“I know, pretty,” he soothed quietly, biting back a snarl. He pressed his lips against your shoulder, slowly detaching himself from you. Your nail caught the fabric of his shirt, the sound of the fabric tearing finally waking you up. You watched with bleary eyes as John made his way to the bathroom, tossing his half ripped shirt on the floor. He splashed cold water on his face, even through your tears you could his body shaking.

He was holding himself back.

You could smell it in the air. His blazing scent overshadowing your melted vanilla. Your scent alone would be too much for him, him projecting being his only defense to keep from sinking his teeth into your neck.

You were uncomfortable. Your body too hot and sweaty to even focus on the ache between your thighs. You sat up sluggishly, your feet sinking into the plush carpet. You pulled yourself to stand, making your way to the bathroom. John quickly turned on the shower meeting you halfway. You rested more than half your weight against him, mumbling a small ‘thank you’ as he guided you along.

“May I?” He checked, his fingers curled in the hem of your shirt. You nodded trying your best to hold your arms up to make it easy for him. You already felt a bit cooler as the fabric hit the floor. A pleased rumble echoed in his chest.

“Such a pretty girl I have,” he mumbled more to himself than you. He pulled your sleep shorts and panties down in one motion, his arm resting around your waist to keep you steady. He checked the water temperature, making sure it was cool enough to chill your heated skin but not enough to shock you. “Want me in with you?” he asked softly.

“Please,” you mumbled against his bare chest. He erupted in goosebumps as your hands traveled around his abdomen. He pulled his sweats down, along with his boxers. You swallowed thickly. The sight of him making the sheen of sweat return to your skin. Partly from want- no need, and partly from nerves. He was about half the size of your forearm in length, but the width was really what made you whimper.

“Don’t worry about that right now, pretty,” he soothed, turning you away from him. He apologized as the action caused him to run across your lower back. You shivered, your bottom instinctually arching in the air to meet him. “Good girl,” he praised softly. You were running on instinct, you couldn't help it. Besides, you presented too perfectly for him to not compliment you. He guided you into the shower by your hips.

You purred as the cool water hit your heated skin. He kept his distance, despite the sight before him, his hands keeping a firm grasp on you to keep you steady. You turned under the waterfall, your hands pulling him closer by his arm.

“I want to feel you,” you mumbled. The little self-control he had snapping. He gripped the back of your thighs, hoisting you up, pressing you against the tile of the shower. Your arms quickly found his neck, your mouths desperately connecting.

“You don't know how long I've wanted you,” he growled back. He was all-consuming. You're hardly able to keep up with his words. His lips leave yours for just a moment to bite at whatever skin he can before returning to them. You could feel the tip of his cock brush against your bottom, the little action having your eyes rolling back.

“Then take me,” you gasped. “I’m yours.”

His groan was toe curling, his hand reaching below you to switch the water off. He kept you close, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you back to bed. He tossed you down, his hands finding your ankles. You watched, waiting for what his next move would be. You expected him to spread your legs apart, and begin to work himself inside of you, yet all he did was stare. He raised your legs up, pressing a soft kiss to the heel of each foot. He worked his way to your core slowly. A kiss against your ankle, then up your calves, then up your thighs, stopping just before your dripping entrance. His beard felt just how you had imagined it, your hand grabbing his hair and pulling him towards you.

“What, pretty girl? Tell me what you need,” he said softly, his breath against you causing you to jolt.

“You,” you sniffed softly, hoping a small buck of your hips would drive the point home. He rubbed his cheek against the inside of your thigh, pressing a teasing kiss against your heat. He wanted more. You could tell by the way his dark eyes stared at you expectantly.

“I want your mouth, Alpha. Please,” you pleaded. His eyes grew heavy at the request. Your body nearly lifted off the mattress as he licked across your aching heat.

“Thank you,” you hissed, your nails digging into his shoulders. He groaned against you, making you jolt.

“The boys weren't lying when they said you asked nicely,” he smiled against you, not giving you any time to relax before his mouth enveloped your cunt. It was a completely new feeling, one that had you choking on a moan. You didn't bother to hide it, not that you could with his hand wrapped around your wrist. It was hardly a minute before a (now) familiar tightness filled your abdomen, your hands fighting to break free just so you could grab onto something to steady yourself. You were chanting his name, which only seemed to spur him on. You came with a moan that made even him flush. Your legs pressed against his head but he didn't care.

The hardest part was pulling his mouth away from you. Your sweetness already becoming another vice to him. Your teary eyes stared down at him like he had done something wrong- made you cum too hard for your own good. He tried to take it slow, ease you off the cliff gently, but once he got you in his jaws he couldn't let go. He’ll make it up to you.

He kissed up past your belly button, trying not to smirk at the way your chest heaved up and down. His tongue darted out, dragging through the valley of your breasts and up to your collarbone. He shushed you gently, his thumbs wiping the fat crocodile tears that rolled down your cheek. You were so sensitive, both physically and emotionally. Your shaky legs found his waist, your heels digging into his lower back. You weren't too deep into your heat, the attention he was giving you making you more aware.

“You okay for more, sweetheart?” he questioned softly, his thumbs still brushing against your heated cheeks. You nodded instantly, your hand cupping his face pulling him down. You could taste yourself against him. Johnny was right, you were sweet. He held himself above you, one of his hands traveling down the curves of your body- slowly like he was trying to memorize each dip. The back of his hand brushed against your thigh- red from the friction of his beard- his fingertips running over your slick gently. Your teeth dug into your bottom lip, your eyes trained on the ceiling. He hummed softly, grabbing your attention, his forehead resting against yours.

His normal blue eyes were dark like a shark's, but he still held enough softness in them to ease your worries. You doubted your eyes looked any different. His fingers brushed up and down you for a moment before leaving to wrap around his cock. Your eyes naturally followed his movement. He was flushed and angry-looking, his hand providing little relief. His lips connected with yours unexpectedly, your nails finding their way to his back. His chest rumbled at the sensation.

You broke the kiss when he ran his tip across your folds. You gasped against him, your eyes immediately traveling down his strong torso to between your thighs. “John,” you gasped softly, your legs spreading a little wider for him. He was teasing you. Applying just enough pressure to make you whine but not enough to really cause any pleasure. He shushed you, his lips dancing across your cheek like he was apologizing for not giving you what you needed.

He sat up suddenly, grabbing you by your thighs so you were sitting with your back against his chest, his cock heavy against your bottom. His hands held your thighs apart, rubbing up and down them soothingly. His thumb skimmed against your clit, before pressing down, giving you the sensation you were so desperately chasing. You pressed your hand against your lips, but it was quickly pulled away.

“Don’t shy away now,” he hummed, as your hips began to move away from his hand. “Need you to relax for this part, pretty girl,” he directed. The feeling of his thumb against you was enough to distract you from the finger prodding at your entrance. He sunk in slowly, your copious amount of slick making it less of a challenge. He cursed under his breath at the tightness around his finger. “Gotta work you open, pretty,” he mumbled against your shoulder.

You removed your head from under his chin, your eyes slowly opening, connecting with his through the mirror on the closet door. You moaned at the contact, your eyes scanning lower to his hand between your thighs.

“Like watching yourself?” he chuckled, keeping his gaze steady. He began working another finger in creating a slight burning sensation. He went slow feeling the way your walls adjusted to him. He growled against your neck, practically able to feel you wrapped around his cock. The burn faded as he curled his fingers, brushing against a spot that made your head fall back against his shoulder. “That's it hmmm?” he smiled against your shoulder. The tightness in your stomach was returning. Your hand gripped his wrist between your thighs, your hips grinding against him. “Look at yourself, pretty,” he commanded, his hazy eyes watching your reaction as he pumped his fingers. You complied, watching yourself unravel. “Little more, princess. Can feel you shaking around me.”

A tidal wave crashed over you, your hand nearly ripping him away. He was stronger than you, keeping his thumb against you as you shook in his arms. He growled praises against your ear, watching carefully as you worked through your high.

He was a lucky man.

You rolled over, and he accommodated by laying on his back. You panted against his stomach, the fire in your belly still hardly fading. You were getting thrown more and more into your heat. John could smell it on you. Your teeth scraped against his chest, pressing a few ‘thank you’ kisses against him. You sat up, your thighs on either side of him. He guided you so you were propped up and you watched with murky eyes as his cock immediately sprung to rest against his stomach. You suddenly felt guilty. He had given you two earth-shattering orgasms and you had hardly given him any attention.

He guided your hips back down so he was nestled perfectly between your folds. You got the hint and began rocking your hips back and forth, earning a groan from both of you.

“That's it, pretty girl, just like that,” he groaned. You were so warm, your drooling cunt making it so easy for him to slide back and forth. He cursed, his hands running up your sides. His thumbs brushed over your nipples making you lose your rhythm. He growled, flipping the two of you over so he was on top resting between your thighs. “Can’t take much more, love,” he breathed.

“I’m ready,” you panted, your hands pressed against his abdomen.

“Tell me if I need to stop,” he requested, causing you to nod your head. He paused for a moment, shifting you so you could watch yourself in the mirror. Just the sight of him on top of you, your legs spread wide for him made you pulse. “Not fair I get this beautiful sight to myself,” he whispered against your cheek. You whined, your back arching off the bed. He angled himself against you, the tip of his cock already spreading you as much as his fingers had.

“John,” you gasped, wrapping your arms around his neck. He kept you close, his hold on you assuring and unwavering, despite the way his body trembled. You groaned, the stretch seemingly never-ending. You could feel every twitch as he rolled his way in.

“So bloody tight,” he cursed, his mouth hanging open in bliss. “Doing so good for me,” he praised. It wasn't a sharp pain like you were expecting, but it burned. Your face pressed against his shoulder, his back marked with crimson ropes. He had finally worked his way inside you, your walls desperately trying to adjust. He imagined it would hurt more if he stayed stationary inside you. He moved his hips back slowly, not wanting to overwhelm you. He moved his shoulder away, pressing his forehead against yours. You were uncomfortable, the sight making his alpha restless.

He pushed back in, the friction making you squirm.

“John,” you whined. He rolled his hips back and forth slowly, adding more distance with each thrust. He was halfway buried inside you, rolling his hips forward in one swift motion. Your eyes fell shut, your mouth parting with a moan of his name.

“That's it, pretty,” he groaned, repeating the action. The stretch that had made it almost unbearable was causing pleasure to scorch through your veins with every thrust. “Fuckin’ made for me weren’t ya,’” he groaned. It wasn't even a question at this point, it was a fact. Your cunt molding to fit him. Your heels pressed against his back, hoping to lessen the time he wasn't buried inside you.

You opened your mouth, the words you were wanting to say being ruined by a sloppy moan.

“What, pretty,” he pressed. “Talk to me.”

“Feels so good,” you whined pitifully.

“Yeah?” he growled, his strong hips snapping against you. His pace had picked up, his thrusts becoming more and more purposeful. His thumb skimmed across the corner of your lip, swiping away your drool. “What feels good?” he questioned. You could hardly think, let alone voice those thoughts.

“Your cock,” you managed, your whole body flushed from pleasure and embarrassment. He held your chin gently, moving your head so you had the perfect view of him rolling in and out of you in the mirror. His pace had slowed down again, not wanting to rush this moment in the slightest. “Alpha,” you whined, your hands gripping the wrist that was still holding your chin.

“Look so good with my cock in you, don't you?” his voice was tender, his lips pressed against the shell of your ear.

His hand left your face, his thumb finding a familiar rhythm between your legs.

“Too much,” you gasped, but made no move to stop him, your body becoming more and more addicted to this new euphoric high. “Cum in me,” you pleaded, causing his hips to stutter against you. “Please,” you begged, looking up at him through wet lashes. He wasn't deep enough in a rut to give you a knot, but that doesn't mean he couldn't fill you to the hilt.

“Whatever you need, love,” he soothed. You were shaking. Your claws had already shredded the sheets. “Gonna be a good girl and come on my cock?” he asked. The only thing you could do was nod. You were focusing on it too much, your brows furrowed waiting for the tension in your stomach to release. He smacked your bottom, catching you off guard for the wave of your orgasm to finally wash over you. You gushed around him, a shriek leaving you as your walls spasmed around him eliciting his own release. He came with a booming groan, his vision spotting from the intensity.

His arms giving out from under him sinking both of you into the mattress.

It took ten minutes for both of you to calm down.

“You alright?” he checked, his fingers running over your heated cheek.

“Yeah,” you breathed, wrapping your arms around his still-twitching form. “You?”

“Gonna be honest, sweetheart. Never had anything like that,” he panted, placing kisses against any skin he could reach. You believed him. While this was your first time, you knew this wasn't the standard. He had softened out of you, his cum leaving you in a puddle. “Let's get you cleaned up,” he soothed, hoisting you up.

He decided on a bath this time. His hands working against your skin to clean away the mess he had made. You had fallen asleep against him in the tub, happy omega filtering through the air, making him purr. He stayed there till your skin began to prune. It has been a long time since he's been this content. Not that his boys didn't make him happy. You were different, you were his omega. The missing piece of the puzzle. The piece that held peace, safety, and comfort. Kate was right when she said she could smell it on them- their need for an omega. He had been a fool for going this long without one. But if he had done it too soon he wouldn't have ended up with you.

He tucked the two of you in, curling himself around you hoping to get some purrs out of you. Even in your sleep, you could recognize the safety of his arms, a purr of appreciation rumbling through your lax body.

“I love you,” he murmured against the crown of your head, slowly slipping off into his own hibernation.

“Something I need to talk to the two of you about,” Kyle sighed. The three of them had moved outside just after the first few muffled moans vibrated against the door.

Johnny opened his eyes, looking up at Kyle whilst his head was resting in his lap. Simon grunted in acknowledgment.

“You looked at her tracking app lately?” Kyle questioned, causing both of them to shake their heads. Of course not, you had been with them for the past two weeks. “I thought it was a glitch at first, or maybe the app had accidentally connected to someone else's chip, but it was labeled under her name,” Kyle explained. Johnny sat up.

“What was labeled?” he urged, his heart falling into his stomach. He and Simon shared a look.

“Another chip,” Kyle clarified. Simon's jaw clenched.

“What does that mean?” he snipped. “She has another chip?”

“She said she never had one,” Johnny reminded, his stomach growing uneasy. He had always been the quickest to jump to emotions.

“Or she has one she doesn't know about.”

Hi everyone! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! See you in two days for chapter 23!!!! 🧡

[itsnesss]

Can you do Lawrence reader and Miguel studying turned smut and at the end when the finish before reader can get off of Miguel they are caught by an angry Johnny

𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 | miguel diaz × lawrence!fem!reader

summary | the request

warnings | smut, explicit content, fingering, masturbation, p in v, unprotected sex, awkward situations, first time

word count | 2.3 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

You are in your room, sitting on the floor with books scattered around you and Miguel by your side. Your legs are crossed, and every time you move a little, you brush against his. He glances at you with that smile that always manages to disarm you. You are supposed to be studying for the history exam, but the truth is you have barely retained a word of what you have read.

"So, who signed the Declaration of Independence?" Miguel asks, leaning in a little closer. His voice has a playful tone, and you know he is also losing interest in studying.

"Thomas Jefferson?" you respond, although you're not even sure. You are too distracted watching a lock of his hair fall over his forehead.

"Correct."Miguel nods, but he doesn't look at the book again. Instead, he watches you, and you feel your face heat up under his gaze. "I think you need a break".

Before you can protest, Miguel takes your hand and intertwines it with his. His touch is warm, comforting, but at the same time, it awakens something more in you.

"Maybe," you murmur, as your eyes drop to his lips.

He approaches slowly, giving you time to stop him if you wish. But you don't. When his lips finally find yours, everything else disappears. The books, the notes, even the idea that they might be discovered, all fade into the background.

The kiss intensifies, and soon both of you are lying on the carpet. His hands roam your back, and yours cling to his shirt as if you feared someone might separate you.

"Are you sure?" he whispers in your ear, his breath ragged.

You look him in the eyes and nod.

"Yes".

Miguel carefully takes you to bed, always attentive to your reactions. Between nervous laughter and caresses, they cross a line they had never explored before. The house is empty, and the silence is only broken by their sighs and soft words. It's like a dream, but one you wish would never end.

His hand glides down your leg, and with delicacy, he moves your pajamas aside. The next thing is the touch of his fingers on your skin, caressing you. The sensation is so intense that you bite your lips to avoid screaming. However, the need to express yourself is too strong, and soon a moan escapes you.

"Good?" he asks, as if the answer were obvious.

You nod, and he continues, but his fingers have barely begun. You touch your neck, your ear, as you feel your legs tense under his touch. The room blurs, and your eyes close as an orgasm overwhelms you.

Before you recover, you feel a different touch on your thighs. A soft, warm cloth that moves up your stomach and stops over your breasts. You have barely opened your eyes to see what it is when you feel his breath on your skin and his teeth nibbling your nipples. You place your hands on his shoulders, and feel how he tenses under your fingers.

His eyes are fixed on yours, as if he is about to ask for your permission for something.

And he does it.

"I want to see you," he says, with a hoarse voice and his gaze fixed on your pajamas.

Once again, you feel your face flush, but it's a sensation different from shame. You want to show him something else, something no one has seen before. And he gives you the confidence and support to do it.

You nod, your cheeks still red, and his smile is the best reward. His fingers slide up your waist and touch the hem of your shirt. He looks into your eyes, as if asking for permission, before lifting it. Your first reaction is to cover yourself, but he stops you with a gesture.

"No," he says gently. You are beautiful.

And you believe it.

Then, he takes off his shirt and lies down on top of you. The contact of his skin with yours is like a wave of heat that runs through your entire body. His eyes have an intense glow as his lips explore your throat, your shoulder... His breath is strong in your ear, and you feel him close, so close, but still not close enough.

"I want to feel you," you whisper, and you don't know if you're more surprised by your bravery or his hands on your shorts. I want you to be mine.

I want you to make me yours.

Miguel stops, as if he hadn't expected to hear that. Then, he looks you in the eyes and moves a little closer.

"Do you want us to do this?" he asks, his voice full of longing. You want to say yes, but before you have the chance, he continues. "Do you want us to sleep together?"

You look him in the eyes while the question resonates in your mind. You want to do this with him, but... Are you ready? Is it time to take this step.

You nod, unable to help it. The answer to their questions is yes. And there's no turning back. Only one path: towards him.

"So..." he says, taking a deep breath. "So, let me do it right. Tell me what you need, okay" and his eyes shine with passion.

"Tell me what you like. Tell me how you like it".

"Make me yours," you murmur, and his smile makes me feel like I can achieve anything in the world. "Make me truly yours".

And he does it, with every kiss, every caress... He does it as if you were something precious, something that deserves care and love. His fingers touch you as if they were the hands of a god, and soon you feel a need in your groin. His breath is heavy on you as his eyes never leave you. He moves his hand down, and your finger slides over your sensitive flesh.

"Here?" he asks.

"Yes" you say, with your breath increasingly agitated. "Yes..."

His finger enters you gently, slowly, but you feel it like a wave. You feel like screaming, but you don't want him to stop either, so you bite your hand to avoid it. He sees it and kisses it, his eyes locked on yours.

"More?" he whispers, and you nod. "Faster?"

"Yes..." you say, and your voice is more of a whisper than an audible response. "Yes..."

And he listens, always with his gaze on you. His fingers move faster inside you, and soon you feel a heat rising up your thighs, your stomach, until it reaches your throat. You look into his eyes at that moment, while his mouth curves into a smile. You feel that you want to do it for him too, to make him feel as good as he makes you feel.

You want to caress him, do something for him. You want him to feel it, to know that you are also capable of giving.

"What do you say if..." you begin, but stop, not knowing how to continue. "What do you say if you want...?"

"If I want what?" he asks with curiosity, his finger still inside you. And you take a deep breath before continuing to speak.

"If you want me to touch you, what should I do?" his eyes widen a little, as if he didn't expect that question. But her smile returns immediately, and it fills with mischief.

"Well, you can start by petting it" he says, moving his finger on you a little. "And then..." he stops and looks at you a bit awkwardly.

"Well, there are countless ways, you know? It depends on what he likes". "Do you want to try?" he asks, and you nod, feeling a bit curious.

Miguel pulls his fingers away from you and caresses your face. His smile is one of pride, as if you had passed a difficult test.

Then, start taking off the rest of your clothes.

"Let's do this" he says, and you can't help but let out a nervous laugh.

Both of you are naked in bed, with your legs open and your groin exposed. You feel a bit of embarrassment, but when you look into his eyes, you know he doesn't judge you. He simply desires you.

"You can start," he says, bringing his body closer to yours. You bring your fingers to his member, which throbs gently. You caress it a little and feel the soft skin under your fingers. "Like that, exactly like that" he says, closing his eyes. "Good job" and their smile fills you with confidence.

So, not knowing what to do, you bring your mouth closer to his member. He stops for a moment, surprised.

"Alright" he says, leaning over you. "You can do it".

And you do it, taking his member into your mouth. The taste is salty and pleasant, and you are surprised by the size. You want to please Miguel, so you caress him with your tongue. He moans, and his fingers clutch your hair.

"That's it," he says, breathing heavily. "Exactly like that".

So, you feel his member grow in your mouth, and when you look up, his eyes are fixed on you. His gaze is intense, full of admiration and love. And that makes you want more.

You feel their breathing becoming heavier, and you can notice the tension in their body. You stop a little before it ends.

"Good?" he says, smiling a little. Her expression is so sweet and affectionate that you feel like you're melting. "Does it seem okay to you if I make you mine?" and you nod without hesitation. "And if I tell you that I love you?"

"Yes," you reply, and he approaches you. And I love you too.

And you say it with the truth in your heart. You love Miguel truly, truly truly. And you want him to remain yours for the rest of your life.

Then, his member throbs in your crotch and slides inside you. You want to scream, but his mouth covers it with a kiss. His fingers grip your hips and lift them slightly. The touch is different from before, but it's also good. You feel his member inside you, with a close contact that makes you want to scream.

"I'm fine," you whisper in his ear. "I'm fine, don't worry about me" and his smile shines again.

He begins to move inside you, faster and faster. His fingers caress your hips, your thighs... Your skin throbs with need, and you want to feel more of him.

"Miguel..." you whisper, barely audible. "Miguel, I love you..."

His eyes shine, and he starts kissing your neck.

"And I love you too" he whispers. "I love you, I love you, I love you..." and you feel as if you were in a dream.

Then, a warmth runs down your back and you feel something approaching. But you don't stop, you want more. You want to feel that you are his.

"Make me yours, please," you say, barely audible, while you caress his back. Make me yours. Make me yours completely.

And he does it.

His breathing becomes heavier and you feel his member growing larger inside you.

"Miguel" you whisper "Please, Miguel...".

"This is..." he says, but he can't finish. His eyes widen, his face tenses. "My God!" he screams, and his member stops. "I'm..."

And you feel his ejaculation inside you, warm and soft. The touch makes your breathing heavier too, and makes you want more. You want to bring it back to your mouth, you want to make it keep tasting, but you can't move. You simply feel that pleasure fills you.

Then, you feel a wave that runs through you entirely. It's intense, strong, and makes you feel as if you're floating in the air. The sensation is indescribable, but it's something more than pleasure. It's the love, the connection, the fact of knowing that you are both united in that moment. You feel their lips on your neck, and their breath on your skin. And you know that you will never be able to forget this, you will never be able to erase this moment from your mind.

You are lying with him in your bed, covered with the sheet and with his arms wrapped around your body, his chest against your back. His fingers gently caress your arm while his breath warms your ear. You feel his erection still inside you, but you don't mind. You even feel it as something pleasurable, something that connects you to him.

"You look beautiful" he whispers in your ear, with his soft voice. "You are perfect, you are..." and he stops. Her breathing becomes a little heavier, but you don't know why. "I love you" he says, as if that were the right answer.

"I love you too" you reply, smiling, and you feel his arms tighten a little more around you.

The magic shatters abruptly when the door swings open with a yank.

"What the hell is going on here?!"

You jump as if you had been electrocuted, and Miguel barely has time to cover himself with the sheet. There is your father, with a face red with fury and bulging eyes.

"Miguel!" he shouts, pointing at him with an accusing finger. "You are my student, for God's sake! And you?"

"And you?" he turns to you, her daughter. "Is this for real?!"

"Dad, I can explain," you say quickly, but you know there's no excuse that will calm him down now.

Miguel tries to speak:

"Sensei Lawrence, I'm sorry, I didn't mean"

"Shut up!"Johnny cuts off his words with a look that could pierce steel. "Get out of this house right now before I throw you out myself!. Your mother will know about this!"

Miguel looks at you with a mixture of regret and fear before slowly getting up, taking his things, and leaving the room. You are left alone with your father, who now seems more disappointed than furious.

"What were you thinking?" he asks, his voice lower but laden with reproach.

"I don't know," you murmur, unable to look him in the eyes.

Johnny sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"We'll talk about this later. For now, I don't want you to see Miguel for a long time. Understood?"

You want to protest, but you know it won't do any good. So you just nod.

[sorrowfulmuse]

honey, could you write headcanons of tomas (smoke) in love with mileena and kitana's little sister? If you can and want to, of course.

♡:: tomas vrbada (smoke) x fem!reader hcs!

> i will be yelling my man my man my man!!! until the day i die!! 😩 i am so obsessed with this man you don’t understand!! i am so glad they brought him back for this timeline i missed him so 😞

> update (10/07/23) i am sorry for taking forever with requests! just been busy with life!! i will update all the requests today and tonight pls look forward to it!

thank you for requesting love!! i hope you enjoy! pls don’t forget to like & reblog! ☺️

are your requests open?: of course! read this before requesting!

♡:: mentions/warnings: none!

tomas is the DEFINITION of love! oh man oh man oh man, when i say he’s in love, HE'S IN LOVE!

he would adore you until the end of time if you would let him, he would worship you as if you’re the only girl in the world

this trope is like how he fell first and you fell harder! or for tomas, its both.. he craved to be in your presence and savor it every time he got to be with you

you were the sun, your eyes held the universe within them.. he looked at you as if you hung the stars and the moon.

it is no lie that tomas is a kind soul, he is genuine and very caring with everything he does with you. he cherishes the time he gets to spend with you and gets sad when he has to return to his clan while you are off to your royal duties.

or also.. his favorite times with you would be walking along the rivers of edenia, talking about your day and what’s been new since your sister became empress..

though talks wouldn’t last long since he would stare at you for so long that he would forget what you’re taking about which would end with scolding from you and makeup cheek kisses from him

he would openly show his fondness for you! seriously no amount of teasing from the guys would stop him from doing so.

though mileena and kitana aren't exactly fond with your relationship with tomas, you're an outworlder while he was an earthrealmer so the relationship was doomed from the beginning they said.

you both never saw it that way despite your sisters doubts, "it's just a small obstacle, nothing more." he would whisper to you.

tomas is VERY protective of you, he lost his family and a brother.. there is no way he ever wants to lose you and dreads the day if it were to come.

visiting earth realm? expect him to be your side 24/7!! he is YOUR bodyguard wether your sisters like it or not, he doesn't trust anyone else to protect you expect him and his brothers clan

he LOVES cuddles and no, you never will leave his arms per his request (not that you wanted to anyways)

he loves to traces his fingers along your arms and sides to help you relax after a long day

or he would help bathe you, gently scrubbing your head and massaging your shoulders as you rant about anything on your mind.

imo marriage doesn't really cross his mind until kuai lang's was announced and THEN he would have a field day imaging you walking down the isle and living the married life with you

he wouldn't bring it up at first until you do tbh, he's scared of your sisters disapproval if he were to purpose the idea to you or them

although he would go look for rings, you did deserve the best of course so finding the right one was pressuring enough

tomas would def daydream about your future together

little mini yous and hims running around your home, teaching your children how to read, write and especially how to fight in order to protect themselves

he would do very romantic things for you, leaving earth realm flowers for you on your bed.. love letters and drawings of you from the last time he saw you

he does idolize johnny cage so he would try to get some advice on how to wow you on your next date together (johnny would give him ideas from old rom-con movies which he appreciated v much)

tomas would vow to himself to make sure you that you know in every possible way that he loves you and only you, nothing can cut the string of fate between you both

darling, tomas wants nothing but you, give him some love and reassurance in return and he's yours until the end.

[cottagecheese1]

Chapter 2

summary: A few years after your father died, your mother marries a new man, to you having a new family meant new begging's, but what happens when your new begging comes spiraling apart just because of the people that made them. paring: dark stepdad Andy Barber x reader x dark dbf Lloyd Hansen x reader x dark stepbrother Johnny storm x reader x dark bbf Colin Shea.

warnings- (DDLG undertones) stepcest, Johnny is NOT Andy's biological father, he is the adopted son. smut, do not engage if you are uncomfortable with any of the following, spanking, blackmail, p in v, edging, thigh riding, oral, fingering.

Series master list right here

The day was new, sadly, after last night you didn’t know if leaving your room was a good option in the first place, well of course you’d live, but the embarrassment you felt at the moment made you feel like the world was ending. You always felt a little sensitive and awkward towards every little situation that came your way. When you say it in your head it always sounds like a bad thing even though there are worse things in the world, and you shouldn’t even come close to feeling unfortunate in any situation–or thats what your mother would tell you, at a point your life your mother used to make you feel vain–blaming you for your fathers death saying it was your fault, of course you knew your mother had loved you, I mean she was also going through the grief of losing her husband, you shouldn’t be selfish–thats what she would also tell you.

After a long two hours of laying in bed, you rolled in bed and looked at your alarm clock that read 9:23am, and you could already hear the shuffling and laughter of the boys in the kitchen, deciding to just suffer through it and just hope nobody brings up the previous night, they all probably forgot about it by now, right? You could only hope because you sure haven’t forgotten.

Making your way down the hall where the chuckling and the sizzling of bacon started to make itself more present as you stepped into the kitchen, your head automatically goes down towards the floor when the chatter abruptly stops–the awkward sizzling of bacon mocking you as you walk towards the bread.

Andy stops and turns toward you with a small smile while leaning on the marble countertop, finally deciding to break the silence, “good morning honey, I made breakfast if you’re interested, bacon and uh maybe some pancakes if Johnny will save some for the rest of us.” he says the last part while turning towards a shirtless johnny stuffing his mouth full, mumbling out a “sorry”.

You tilt your head up toward Andy, and grab the bread, “no thanks Andy, maybe later–thanks though–well not that I don’t want any it's just-” you stutter out, until Andy interrupts you with a soft chuckle.

Andy walks behind you–tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before he leaned down to press a small kiss to your temple, “Oh pumpkin, what am I gonna do with you hm? With your cute self.” your cheeks tinted red, and besides that you could hear Johnny, and Colin snickering–probably making fun of you.

Not really knowing how to respond, but suddenly another thought comes to mind–where's your mother? Now curious, you turned and asked Andy, face still red as a beet, “um- where's my mom?” Andy half listens to you as he plays with your hair softly.

“She’s on a business trip, won’t be back for a few weeks, so you get to spend some alone time with us.” Andy says as he smirks.

You advert your gaze back to the toaster and give him a quick “okay”, before turning back around he huffs dramatically grabbing his keys swiftly, but before he heads out, he stops before the two chuckling boys.

“You boys be nice, treat her good until I get home, okay? Oh honey, if you need anything just give me a call, okay? Johnny should help you with anything, if not, I’ll be back around 11:00. Be good you two.”, and at that Andy was out the door, now it’s just you and them.

Johnny sighed and got up dramatically, “I’m gonna go take a shower, you kids have fun.” he said as he walked toward his bedroom.

Now it was just Colin and you, but as soon as you heard the toaster pop up, you scurried to your room–not even bothering to grab the butter–once you got to your room, closing the door you sighed and switched your phone on for the next hour.

💼

After another 30 minutes of contemplating if you should leave your room or not, you do. Opening the door slowly, and walking down the hall to the living room, where you thought watching TV would be an option for you, but Colin seemed to be taking up the couch and the entire atmosphere, and God was it intimidating.

Before you could turn away, and advance to the comfort of your own room–Colin stopped you abruptly. He threw his head back over the back of the couch, and called your name out.

“Hey!- don’t leave, come join me, I’m watching 21 jump street, I want you to come watch it with me.”

He sounded so demanding, but maybe that's just his way of expressing himself, so you watch as he scoots over a tad, and pats the spot next to him. This is when you seem to notice he doesn’t have a shirt on under his thin jacket, but you still sit down awkwardly next to him.

Suddenly he scoots closer to you, and wraps an arm around you, pulling you to him slightly as he says “relax baby, just getting comfortable, you wanna lay on me?”

“Oh, well I’m ok right now, I wouldn’t wanna-” he cuts you off by his own words, “cmon baby, I don’t mind, it's just some friendly cuddles, don’t gotta be all shy about it.” he says the last part chuckling.

You stay silent as he speaks again, “Here–I’ll help you.” Coin grunts a bit as he pulls you on top of him, and pushes your head onto his chest, softly stroking your hair. As much as you’d hate to admit it, it did feel kind of nice, maybe because he was nice and warm, and solid–Colin interrupts your train of thought when he speaks again.

“Isn’t this nice baby? All nice and relaxed…You're such a good girl, you know that?” he says with a mischievous glint in his voice while stroking your back, his voice still vibrating off of you he continues, “So, so quiet. Bet you're a virgin huh? All pure and untouched, from the way you're grinding on my dick and acting all innocent about it, you have to be.”

You feel stiff all the sudden, like you can’t move, now you're overly aware of the fact that his dick is poking your thigh. Then to make things worse he leans down toward your ear, “You know me, and Johnny talked about fucking you last night? Or how adorable you would look trying to wrap your lips around our cocks–and the tears that would run down that pretty face as we both fucked you till you couldn’t walk–or talk–bet you're a cock drunk bitch when you have the chance, huh?”

This is when you really started to freak out, trying to shove away from him eagerly, “Stop! Get off me! Andy will come back any time.”, and Colin just laughed at your plea, which made you slightly confused.

“Oh Baby, you poor girl, Andy’s the worst of both of us, if you knew all the dirty shit he’s said about you, you’d be crying–or well you already are–your new daddy just wants to pound you into his mattress until you're crying honey, and so much more.”

Your eyes widened at his statement, that couldn’t be, Andy cared about you..right? The thoughts that ran a million miles in your head suddenly got interrupted by another presence entering the room. Johnny.

Crying out for him as Colin licked and sucked on your neck, making you whimper pathetically in the process, “Johnny, please get him off of me..” you said pleadingly.

Johnny stared at you mockingly as he bent down to your level, where you still laid beneath Colin helplessly. He stroked the side of your face teasingly before he said, “Now why would I do that hm? Not when you’re whimpering so sweetly baby.” Colin then let up off you, leaning back into the couch, pulling you into his lap in the process as you felt your thighs subconsciously rub together.

After Johnny made his way beside you and Colin–sandwiching yourself between them as result, he stroked your thigh up and down, slowly making his way to your clothed core, “Look how fucking red you are, just from some teasing hm? you wanna feel me sweetheart? Don’t even try to hide how wet you are–bet you haven’t even had your first kiss yet.”

You had to be slightly surprised at his forwardness, no you haven’t had your first kiss yet, but you just told yourself that you're waiting for the right person. Colin chuckled at Johnny’s antics, this is also when you noticed that Johnny was not wearing a shirt–or pants for a matter of fact, this realization made you feel hotter all over.

Colin leaned over and looked at Johnny, “You know the old man won’t like it if we take her first kiss without him being here."

Johnny rolled his eyes and scoffed, still stroking your thighs, “Fuck that old geezer, I'm taking what's min-” Johnny got cut off by a loud slam of a door and jingling of car keys jingling. You three looked over toward the door to see Andy in the doorway, his arms crossed intimidatingly.

“what's going on here fellas..trying to break her in without me?” Andy said with a smirk as he reached the end of his sentence. He walked over to you slowly, and took your small face into both of his large hands, “And what about you honey? Having fun without daddy, hm? Good thing I’m here now.” He ends the last of his words with a chuckle.

Pleading for help wouldn’t even save you right now, after what Johnny and Colin just confessed to you–especially Andy–all you can do is hope for the best.

A/n: sorry for the short late chapter ya'll (I edited it at the end because the order was fucked up for those who were as confused as me.)

[chvrrycola]

NCT AS CLASSMATES

word count | 4.0k

warnings | food mentions in johnny, doyoung, jaehyun, xiaojun's

now playing . . . marigold by aimyon

AN // this is only ot19 because i still know nothing about nct wish, and apologies if they're similar 19 is still a lot to write 😭

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ᡣ𐭩 johnny suh

yknow those people who are just the best for stressful situations

yeah johnny is one of them

like he’s always super calm and level-headed whenever you’re going mad about deadlines and midterms and whatever other drama is happening on campus

but he never allows himself to make it seem like you’re overreacting

he makes it very clear that he is, in fact, underreacting

and then reminds you that you know what you’re doing and you’re def gonna ace whatever test you’ve got that day

offering to do whatever he can to ease your workload

from ordering you coffee to your apartment

to quizzing you on your content

to picking up your laundry from the cleaners because your todo list is a mile long

and even though he’s pretty popular and sociable in general

he’d always make the time to help you out if you needed it

despite the fact that his calming energy is in high demand during exam season

he can just fit everybody else around your schedule

cos you’re his no.1 priority <3

ᡣ𐭩 lee taeyong

taeyong is

without a doubt

the best seat mate you could ever ask for

and classmate in general

or just friend in general let’s be real

especially for classes you don’t like or ones where the teacher is really frustrating

like he would be getting up extra early to buy your coffee from the place you like on the other side of town just to bring it to you

and giving you updates on all his fish whenever the lecture got boring

and studying with you whenever and wherever

(plus letting you fall asleep on his shoulder when you eventually got on the bus back home)

and no matter how many times you asked him how you could repay him he would always just brush it off

saying that making you smile was enough to get him through the hours upon hours of required classes

but your friendship is pretty symbiotic

like you guys always split your topics so you can do practise essays and study guides individually and then share them

and you’re always the first pair to finish every single shared project because you just fit right into each other’s lives like clockwork

ᡣ𐭩 nakamoto yuta

he’d be so popular, everybody knows him

cos he’s just friendly and helpful and flirty with everybody

like you two would be walking down the corridor and he’d see one of your professors struggling to open the door to her office with all her files in hand

so he’d rush over, insisting on taking the files in and putting them down on her desk

and you could’ve sworn you saw him winking as he was telling her that there was no need to thank him 

it wasn’t like he was tryna chat her up though

he was just like that with everybody

but it meant a lot of people (your own age) had the fattest crushes on him

and it wasn’t like he was hiding from them either

you’d see him on the football pitches as you were walking to class each morning

always with a small crowd of adoring fans trying to hide that they were watching him warm up

even though they’d all start whispering any time he ran over to the path as he saw you passing

taking your hand to squeeze it as he wished you a good day

he never realised what he was doing though

or how many people were watching

he’d definitely enjoy it once you pointed it out to him though

starting to stroke your hair or kiss you on the cheek

not knowing whose reaction he savoured more

whether it was the gasps of the girls hiding their faces in their books 

or your scoffing and spluttering as he pulled you into another sweaty hug

ᡣ𐭩 qian kun

v intimidating at first

i mean he had such a studious aura and he seemed to smart and no-nonsense

so when your friend beckoned you over to sit next to her

in a seat that also happened to be right next to kun

you were very nervous that he’d secretly be getting really sick of your whispers

but you didn’t get so much as a side eye

in fact, when you were talking to your friend about whether she got the last point on the slide

he tapped you on the shoulder, apologising for intruding as he showed you his notes

and omg was it helpful knowing you could rely on him whenever

cos he was actually really nice and generous and had absolutely no problem with giving you and your friend a hand

so naturally you guys start sitting together more often

and then he starts spending evenings with you guys as well

which nobody has a problem with cos he’s a really good cook too ??

and it practically becomes ritual for everybody to gather in your tiny apartment on a friday for a huge debrief

and kun always sits down on your left

just like he was when you first met :)

ᡣ𐭩 kim doyoung

takes a while for you to get to know him cos he mainly hangs out with the same people

but then after a while a mutual friend mentions that doyoung is like really good at the class you’ve been bombing 

so you ask him to pass your number on and try to see if he’d be okay with helping you out

and then you meet up with him in a cafe one weekend and he’s like super nice? and funny??

and also really chill about helping you like doesn’t even ask for anything in return

but when you recommend you meet up in a cafe once a week which you’ll pay for he’s not gonna say no

the first time he does ask for the most expensive thing on the menu

which wasn’t even nice and you could see he was grimacing after every sip

so he abandons that joke immediately and just sticks with the simple stuff

meanwhile you’re grades are soaring

like never been this high in your life, what is this sorcery kinda thing

and then at the end of the semester you’re picking your next classes and you text him

and find out you won’t be doing any of the same ones?? :( 

but he tells you you should still text him anytime 

and he’d be happy to take you to a cafe one time when you can order the most extravagant thing they have to offer

ᡣ𐭩 ten lee

always passing notes

like just constantly writes little messages and distributes them to half the people in your class

cos he’s just naturally everybody’s best friend from day one somehow

but he always thinks he’s super smooth with it and the teachers have no idea

which they do but they let him off cos he gets the work done

what they don’t know is that it’s really you who’s getting the work done

and his only contribution is the early mornings when he arrives in the library to find you waiting at the table you always sit at

your notebook already open to the homework that he had a week to complete but still slipped his mind

and he puts his head down and expertly rewords all of your carefully thought out answers

you know you probably shouldn’t help him cheat but how can you say no to him

and he promises he’ll start working on the next assignment as soon as it’s given

ᡣ𐭩 jung jaehyun

okay so maybe you had been a little bit obsessed with jaehyun since your first class with him

cos he sat next to you and was all smiley and friendly from the get go

and you spent the entire lecture trying to think of something witty to say that would win him over 

and he’d go ‘hahaha y/n you’re the best we should get married’

or something like that at least

even though you hadn’t even told him your name yet

and you also couldn’t pluck up the courage to say anything before the lecture was over

and then next thing you knew he was getting up from his seat :”(

but then it came to your attention that he needed a biology tutor

which could’ve been more convenient since you barely knew anything about biology

but you were willing to put in the hours

cramming before you were supposed to be talking him through concepts

he didn’t seem entirely convinced by your credentials

but he did think it was cute of you

and he suggested that maybe the next time you meet up you do so over a coffee rather than over a diagram of a dead frog

ᡣ𐭩 dong sicheng

your biggest hype man for real

buys you cakes and presents whenever you do a test, no matter whether your results were good or bad

cos you got through it and that’s what matters

loves sitting next to you in class 

mostly so that he can give you a high five each time you make a contribution

and play pictionary with you when your lecture gets boring 

he’s good at pictionary though so it works

but then you have to both try to not get too excited when you get the answer because you don’t want to attract attention

he also takes your movie nights extremely seriously

if he turns up at your house on a friday night and you’ve still got your study stuff out

there’s genuinely quite a high risk that he’s gonna throw them in the trash

movie nights are a sacred time to relax and forget about your academic woes

even now that you’ve watched everything on netflix that’s even remotely good and your stuck on predictable thrillers and nauseating romcoms

they all seem alright when you have sicheng’s head resting on your shoulder anyway

ᡣ𐭩 kim jungwoo

not the most focused in class let’s say

don’t get me wrong he always understands everything and is completely up to date even with the optional readings and stuff that nobody else ever bothers with

but in class he just has better things to do

it’s probably something to do with the fact that the two of you live on opposite sides of the campus and don’t get to hang out that much

but from the second you walk in the lecture theatre jungwoo is dragging you to the back of the hall, gossip already tumbling from his lips

like he will not stop

you never figure out where he gets all his intel, or how he remembers the names of all the people who are involved in these stories

cos every time he tells you you always end up getting the sister of the girlfriend and the ex of the boyfriend’s best friend’s brother mixed up

but he patiently goes back to the beginning and establishes who will become central characters in these soap-style stories 

because he insists this is all absolutely need-to-know stuff

after a while you tell him that you’re gonna have to start studying together because how does he always get As while you’re scraping Cs because you can never pay attention in class

but those study sessions always just end up descending into incessant gossip too

but at least he can now explain it all to you when you’re not in class, so you finally get the chance to actually listen to your professors

ᡣ𐭩 mark lee

you never thought that sitting with mark would bother you

you guys had been friends since your first week

if anything it was more surprising that you had gone that long without having sat next to him before

and he was pretty much an ideal seatmate

except for his incessant habit of asking questions about every slide

whispering them all to you under his breath as if you have any idea why mint makes your mouth cold

or whether flies get annoyed by the sound of their own buzzing

occasionally he catches your teacher’s attention and she asks him to share what was so important with that class

which leads to him sheepishly announcing that he was just curious about whether pythagoras was married

which he obviously struggles to live down

especially after one of your classmates ((haechan)) suggested this curiosity was somehow related to his own unrequited love for a certain ancient greek mathematician

and even though you knew it was mean,, you sorta hoped the embarrassment would encourage him to keep his questions to himself

but apparently nothing could keep him from asking his burning question about whether bats have the capacity to love

ᡣ𐭩 xiaojun

xiaojun is the best for the classes you have together

but he’s honestly even better when you don’t have the same schedule

because it allows him to spend the hour running around campus putting together a nice lunch for you so you don’t forget to eat

you obviously try to do as much as you can for him as well

both because you want to make his college experience as easy as possible too

but also because you’re determined to never let him feel unappreciated

cos he always just goes so out of his way to keep you happy and stress-free 

(or as much as is within his power)

like he literally just exists a step ahead of you

he took a photo of your timetable the day you got it

so now he knows when you need to wake up each day 

and he calls you whenever it gets to 8:50 and you still haven’t texted him

which you never thank him for in the moment but you rly appreciate in the long run ofc

he also checks the exam schedules for both his classes and yours

which he doesn’t tell you about

and you only learn he had done it when you see him waiting outside the exam hall before one of your finals

even though it’s 9am

and it’s december

you can literally see his breath as he waves at you from the bench where he had been waiting for god knows how long

ᡣ𐭩 hendery

your friends all initially offered you their sympathy when your teacher told you to go and sit next to hendery

not because he was mean or had a bad reputation or anything

but he was quiet

like doesn’t say a word in lessons, even when you’re told to discuss concepts

and you were grateful for their consideration

because even in that one hour long lesson you had felt the silence thick between you

it didn’t take you too long to get used to it, and you felt yourself adapting to a more solitary learning style, which was no bad thing

but then one day, you’re just sitting trying not to zone out as you get talked through the same exact topic you’ve all understood for weeks

and you hear shuffling beside you as hendery leans over, before quietly saying ‘someone call the explanation police, this guy’s a shoo-in for their new recruit’

safe to say you’re pretty shocked

unsure whether you should lead with your shock at his finally speaking to you after weeks of silence

or with a critique of that awful ‘joke’

so you just stare at him silently, watching as he starts trying to suppress a chuckle 

‘okay maybe that wasn’t the best way to break the ice, but y’know, always good to set the bar low’

you didn’t mean to embarrass him, and as he started turning away to look back at his notes, you decided to show a little solidarity

‘someone call the joke police, cos you are one’

he stopped awkwardly avoiding your gaze then, but the second your eyes met you both had to look away to stop yourselves from laughing out loud

ᡣ𐭩 huang renjun 

it was always impossible to miss renjun coming into the room

because it always disrupted your classes

your professor would have just gotten started with the lecture 

and then the door would burst open unceremoniously 

with renjun standing panting behind it

everybody knew he wasn’t doing it to cause trouble

and the closer you guys got the more surprised you were by his lack of punctuality

because he was always so on it with everything else

he was basically always the first in your class to submit assignments

and everything from the way he folded his clothes to his love of minimalist architecture gave the impression that he was distinctly on his shit

but for whatever reason he was just allergic to getting to class on time

to be honest though,, 

you wouldn’t be mad at your teachers if they had been hoping he wouldn’t show up

cos it would’ve made their jobs a lot easier

renjun was not the type to allow any new ideas to enter his brain unquestioned

and he’d be sat next to you

quietly tutting and shaking his head as he took notes

forcing you to hold in your laughter as he murmured to himself

‘i just don’t know if i buy it’

ᡣ𐭩 lee jeno

you first sat down next to jeno on your first day cos he looked kinda smart

i mean he was wearing glasses and everybody knows glasses = smart no ??

so you assumed you could maybe get off a little easy with how much you had to do

but that plan failed

miserably

first of all,, it seems that glasses do not give you any real upper hand in terms of smarts

and you and jeno were basically flying blind together throughout all your lectures

also, speaking of blind

jeno also had the amazing ability of forgetting his glasses almost every. single. day.

so not only did you not understand anything

you had to spend all your time leant over towards him, reading out everything written on each slide

everything your lecturers wrote up onto the blackboard

he always felt pretty guilty about it

but apparently never enough to put in the extra effort to actually remember to bring his glasses to class

ᡣ𐭩 lee donghyuck

textbook class clown (!!)

like this man is always looking for a punchline 

and he wants everyone to know he’s told a joke whenever he does

so he’s like looking around the room trying to see if anyone heard and is laughing

but then he assumes it was too quiet cos everyone’s just focused on the class?

so he keeps delivering oneliners that make less and less sense and are just getting louder

because isn’t it so crazy that nobody can hear him??

and the people in the seats around him are all just trying to hold their laughter because this is like a performance at this point

and of course you’re the first one to crack

but you think you should’ve allowed yourself to laugh sooner because he looks so happy when you finally do

and he decides then and there that you guys are gonna be besties now

which you didn’t realise was the deal but no complaints

ᡣ𐭩 na jaemin

you were pleased when jaemin came and sat down next to you in your first lecture of the new school year

you had had a few classes with him before and he always kept things interesting

making jokes and asking deliberately obscure questions in an attempt to drain lesson time on things that everybody knew wouldn’t be coming up on your finals

you hadn’t realised that his easy-going attitude was so incompatible with complicated classes though

as soon as the content started getting trickier jaemin’s continuous stream of jokes began to become a less than welcome distraction

you felt bad about telling him to be quiet

because you did really appreciate his effort to make the classes more engaging for both of you

but you eventually needed to focus so much that you had to get him to stop

and while he mock-sulked for the rest of that lecture

the arm that he swung over your shoulder as you left and went to get lunch assured you that there were absolutely no hard feelings

but his jokeless silence in lessons lasted a lot longer than you had anticipated

it was only when your teacher was talking you through how different minerals could be used as fertiliser that he cracked

‘fertiliser...? i hardly know her’

ᡣ𐭩 yangyang

yangyang is definitely,,, 

hard to miss

whether it’s the whispered conversations that always seem to carry from whichever corner of the lecture theatre he’s sitting in

or the raucous laughter that bursts through the silence of your cohort at random intervals

he never allows his presence to remain unknown for longer than a day after the semester begins

all that being said, you had never actually met the man

until the fateful day when you woke up late and had to find a seat near the back 

which you didn’t mind too much, and naturally just proceeded to make your notes as you always did

and you were just skimming the notes you had made while doing the readings to consolidate a concept 

when a precisely made paper aeroplane sailed through the air and crashed right into the nape of your neck

the immediate gasp from behind you was easy to recognise given your experience of yangyang’s voice interrupting your lessons

but honestly,,, you hadn’t expected him to be so apologetic

like full on getting out of his seat and going to the end of the row just to shuffle past all the people sitting alongside you

until he eventually reached the seat next to yours where he spent the remaining 20 minutes of the lecture telling you he felt rly bad and he hadn’t expected it to actually hit somebody

and he was being so kind that you didn’t have the heart to tell him that his repeated apologies were far more distracting than the plane itself had been

but you still allowed him to buy you a coffee once the lecture was over

just because you knew he felt bad though,, definitely no other reason 👀

ᡣ𐭩 zhong chenle

already besties fr

like y’all pick the classes that work for the both of you cos it’s always more engaging with the other around

and you can split your workload + be together for projects + all that good stuff

but mayhaps you were a wee bit too loud the last time you had professor yoo

cos the second you get into her class for the new semester she’s politely suggesting that you might prefer to sit with new people this time around

and aside from muttering about her under his breath chenle is pretty compliant

so you guys sit on opposite sides of the class

him slumping into one of the back seats by the window

so he can wistfully stare into the courtyard and think about all the hilarious jokes he’d be telling you if your professor wasn’t so boring smh

but after a week and too many coffee shop rants for you to remember he finally figures out what to do

and the next time you’re in that class

actually getting work done for once but chenle doesn’t need to know that

you keep getting that one notification sound that is only for airdrops

so you check your phone and lo and behold,, it’s a screenshot of a note chenle has clearly just written

which you barely even have the chance to read before a new one pings onto your phone

and before you know it you’re getting a running commentary sent to you

which he admittedly could’ve done way more subtly 

considering he’s so pleased with half of his jokes he starts laughing before he’s even sent them

and it’s not like there’s any mistaking which corner of the room the laughter is coming from

ᡣ𐭩 park jisung

okay no bc he’s so sweet

like he’d be the best classmate

always follows your lead in lessons and stuff

like lets you put your head down and work when you’re trying to focus

but also makes you laugh and will lean over to explain stuff if you’re not getting it straight away

not that he finds the classes the easiest himself

but he just wants to make school the littlest bit less painful for you if he can :”)

i feel like his handwriting is rly messy most of the time?

but if you look through his notes you can see which days you were sick and had to miss class

because suddenly his handwriting is perfect and all the information is arranged really neatly and coherently

because he doesn’t want you to stress out about missing content so he always makes his notes super easy to understand so you can go through them and get yourself up to date as soon as you’re feeling better

[lizzy019]

𝒞𝑜𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝓇 𝐼𝓁𝓁𝓊𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃?

Johnny Cade x Fem!Reader [Reader is described as confident… for the plot]

cw -> light praise, fingering, p in v, light cum play

Word Count -> 1.2K

Sitting in the house aimlessly flicking through the TV channels, your eyes flutter lazily from exhaustion. It’s only 11:30 in the night, almost midnight.

The channel you’re watching currently shows nothing other than some drama show, but it tends to the ache of your boredom for the moment.

A sudden knock at your door has you jolt upright in bewilderment, but you shut off the TV and begrudgingly arise from your comfort on the sofa to go check who wanted your attention so late in the evening.

You unlock the door’s lock, swinging it open to see Johnny with a tired expression. Instantly, your back straightens as you look more presentable.

“Johnnycake! I didn’t expect to see you tonight. What’s up?” You asked benevolently, posture straight to push out your chest.

His eyes trail over your body mistakenly, taking in your lovely form in such comfy and careless attire. You’re so beautiful.. even with confidence oozing out of you.

“I- uh.. my parents are fightin’ again, wanted me to be the middleman and take the hits. Can I hang out here with ya, sugar?” He asked so politely, hands obviously fiddling in nervousness in his pockets.

You nodded with a warm smile, hand on his back as you pulled him in from the cold of the night’s wind. 

The way he so gingerly stumbled in from tripping over the little ledge on the door made you smile as you gently stabled him. 

You gently sat him on the sofa, replacing his jean jacket with a blanket to properly warm him. The next minute, you were cuddled by his side and let him use your chest as a pillow.

The two of you were all warm and snuggled, his hands occasionally coming to squeeze the flesh of your breasts.

This had you snickering occasionally, but also a tad bit nervous. To be honest, you were a bit of a prude.

“Johnny? What the hell are ya doin’?” You asked curiously, instantly reddening and panicking when he pulled down the shirt you were wearing just enough to have a breast pop out for him to access.

A surge of mortifying worry consumes you as he mouths your nipple, licking and sucking like it’s his damned lifeline. And honestly.. it was in a way.

All you provided for him was comfort and love, a place for him to stay in the midst of his life’s chaos. You were his everything, more than just physically, but also mentally and emotionally.

He wanted to pay you back.

Even if he was nervous too, you two started slow. Little kisses out of shyness until you both worked up courage to go farther.

You pulled away to tug at his shirt, signaling you wanted it off as he did as told. While he was scared to show bruises from his parents’ beatings, he loved and trusted you wholeheartedly.

A smile came to your lips, hands running all along his torso to simply admire him. Even if his ribcage was prominent from the lack of food in his household, he was still so handsome.

Johnny’s hands came to your shirt to take it off, but your hands flung to stop him. He got confused real quick.

“Huh? Baby, what’s a’matter? Somethin’ wrong, sugar?” He asked so softly, with so much concern too.

You could only give a shy chuckle, stumped but inevitably giving in to his word. You were embarrassed. Sure, you had confidence, but he was out of your league!

“I.. I’m fine, I promise! I’m just a bit nervous..” You assured him, one hand on his cheek while the other held his wrists from getting your shirt off.

Oh, his expression couldn't get sweeter. Eyes once filled with fear were now warm and comforting, hands moving to gently cup your hips and press the sweetest kiss to your soft mouth.

“Baby, I took mine off n you know how I feel about my body.. Can I see yours too? No judgment, promise.” He assured you with the sweetest tone.

How could you possibly say no to him of all people?

With a hesitant nod of your head and that benevolent smile on your lips, he gently took off your little tee and let his eyes widen.

“Damn sugar, what a sight.” 

Your face gets hot with embarrassment, a soft giggle escaping your throat as he kisses you more emotionally. Not lustfully or passionately, more like he feels lucky and cherishes you.

Kisses have turned into hickeys and love bites, his hand meticulously massaging your swollen clit as your hand comes to play with his cute pink nipples.

This lasts for who knows how long, and eventually he can’t take it anymore and chucks his pants off.

Your face gets hot in embarrassment and fear, what if he doesn't like it? What if it doesn't feel good for him?

You were shy and nervous, worried about things you knew you shouldn't worry about. Before you could protest, it was like a sword was sheathed on a pedestal, and his cock was inside your walls.

It was sharp pain for a moment, a cry escaping you before everything seemed to get better.

“Oh baby, yes! Feels so good, oh God-!” Johnny hiccuped through moans and gasps, hands finding your waist and holding you tight.

Writhing in the pleasure, you squirm and moan, lash out and cry, it was mind numbing how good this felt.

Sure, your mortification was prominent, but Johnny’s words did a lot to assure you of your preciousness. He was moaning your name, how could you feel otherwise?

The cord in your stomach began tightening, and it was doing the same to your inner walls. Pussy cramping his cock had him shivering, a guttural groan resonating deep from his throat.

“Oh sugar, I’m gettin’ close! Where do ya want it? You on the pill?” He asked in a flurry, eyes nearly spewing tears from the pleasure.

His question made your mind tense in worry, but you were on birth control so it wouldn't be bad. You nodded your head to signal that you were indeed on the pill, hands finding his shoulders while your nails dug little crescent shapes into the flesh.

“Inside.. it’s okay, do it inside! Oh fuck, Johnny!” You cried out, with what little energy you had left as your orgasm hit you like a wall.

The pleasure had you dizzy, lightheaded from so much emotion and physical enjoyment that your mind just couldn't keep up.

Your orgasm obviously made him climax as well, and he shot his load deep to paint your walls white. It was nice in a way, being so close with someone other than a friend.

Johnny looked at your core oozing his cum and your own, and as if it was instinct, he scooped some out with two fingers and smeared it on your makeup.

While this had you stunned and a bit disgusted, the look on his face showed pure amazement and joy from such a sight.

It was now 1 in the morning, you two cuddled up in your bed after a shower that you shared together. It was cramped, but it was cozy.

Johnny was constantly smiling at you, even with his damned eyes closed. You were so gorgeous, how could he resist a few peeks of his loveliest?

You’d fallen asleep, too tired from such a pleasure filled night to care about anything anymore.

“Sweet dreams, sugar.” Was all you heard before you fully drifted off into a heavenly sleep.

[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.

[xhollowfaerie]

silverv drabbles #8

a/n: here it is... no beta because my partner is asleep and I'm too excited to just post this so we die like John(ny) m*n. (edit: has now been proofread + reposted bc I think it bugged.) I really like how it came out, I hope y'all enjoy!! Dean Winchester definitely came through in this, but they're basically the same dude tbh

tags: John Cyberpunk gets isekaied into John Wick, a tiny bit of spice, angst, fluff. alternate title, You're in Love by Ratt.

- Heat of the Moment. ("Dude, no Asia." "I know, this station sucks.")

Johnny woke up with a gasp, feeling the cold sweat cling to his skin like sleet. The whiteness of his surroundings temporarily blinded him, blocking out the sunlight with a hand as he straightened himself up on the bed. 

“John?”

His eyes shot open at the unusual use of his name, given the familiarity of the voice. It sent the biggest wave of comfort through him as his heart began to slow the urgency of its beats. “Valerie?” A sweet laugh echoed in reply as Johnny’s surroundings slowly took shape, a most familiar yet strange feeling sinking into him.

Her hands slowly reached up to cup his cheek, lovingly running her thumb across his skin. “How did you know? I never told you what my godparents wanted to name me.”

Johnny’s mouth parted in shock, but no words managed to escape. He stared at her, dumbfounded.

He'd never seen V with her natural hair color, not as an adult; only in some of her oldest memories. She was dressed in a white, modest nightgown - tsk, it felt off; she never wore white- and her skin bore none of her scars or cyberware, but still had every one of her freckles.

He would know.

Rays of sun embraced her in an intimate warmth, and the words he spoke felt so natural, as if he'd said them a million times.

“You're so beautiful” Johnny breathed, relishing in the high of finally admitting what he'd thought so many times. Stupid, he knew. Stupid not to tell her sooner. Stupid, to act like he hasn't considered, more than once, that maybe she was his guardian angel. If such a thing existed, she definitely looked the part. Felt the part.

She giggled and inched closer, surprising him with the gentlest kiss he'd ever experienced - and Johnny had experienced quite an interesting catalogue of smooches in his lifetime. 

“Every morning, without fail… What have I done to deserve you?”

Johnny felt like he could melt into her; he pulled her closer, feeling her leg wrap around him as he kissed her, eager to taste the honey dripping off her voice. But… he didn't know how to be careful. His kiss was hungry, desperate - whatever the fuck was happening, he knew - it felt so wrong. A crippling feeling of dread and displacement was crawling its way up his gut. But, fuck, was he really not allowed a single moment of peace?

She moaned into his mouth, running her hands through his hair - his V, barely ever so gentle and loving, the Valerie the world would have been allowed to witness, had they been dealt different cards. Had they been born in another world, another universe, maybe. 

Maybe in this one, he could do things right, for once.

“I love you” he blurted in a gust of passion, even scaring himself. The confession came to him much too easily, but didn’t feel like it belonged in his mouth. He broke their kiss to move his lips to her neck, heart pounding in his chest. Although his hands were always rough, this time, he felt himself trying his damndest to show her how much she meant to him, so desperate to let her know. He'd thought those words before, sure. About Alt. About Rogue. About Kerry. But he'd never- fucking idiot!- never spoken them when he should have. When it mattered the most.

If he was dead, which he was strongly starting to suspect, he'd want her to know, almost- no, more than even his desire for revenge. 

Johnny wasn't too surprised. He'd always imagined plenty of women in his rendition of heaven - if he ever went, highly unlikely - but he'd never dared to picture V like this. He also never thought his heaven would be severely lacking this much booze and hard rock.

She giggled again and ran her hands over his arms, panting softly with pleasure as he explored her body. “As do I, John- I love you-” 

His lips reached further down her chest, earning a whine as he lovingly sucked and bit into her. What was up with him? It was so unlike John to be so wound up… The doctors had warned them, and he’d heeded their instructions to a T, rigorously following every precaution, but she'd missed his touch so terribly, and this time, it was electrifying - charged with a much different energy than she was used to, while still oddly familiar. This John was turbulent, chaotic, so eager to exteriorize his lust. It was a stark contrast to his usually calm, reserved self, but she adored him for it all the same. “I love you-” calling her Valerie, craving her so shamelessly… she blushed, curling her toes as his hands slid between her legs - she’d never seen this brash side to him, but there was something inside her that immediately fell for him all over again - “John- I love you, I love you-!”

Her grip on him tightened, but in a way that made his stomach drop ten feet below as her sudden coughing fit reeled him out of his reverie. He gently stopped everything he was doing, feeling a debilitating wave of panic course through him.

“Val? Hey, hey, hey, shhh, I got you, I'm here.”

She weakly smiled up at him through the stabbing pain in her chest. “What's with you today, John? You're acting strange.” Johnny didn't know what to say. He held her and stroked her hair, squeezing her hand in his. “...I don't know. I'm sorry.” “Don't apologize. I love every side of you.”

They held each other for what Johnny wished had been much, much longer than a few minutes, feeling his heart grow dangerously fond of… whatever this was. Wasn't he supposed to not follow the light? Well, shit. If this was heaven… he was glad he was dead. Free. He'd always been a selfish bastard, after all - never even thought he’d end up here, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth, despite his instincts screaming otherwise. She always told him he was way too paranoid. His V.

“Was it the same nightmare again? I'm sorry to remind you…” she whispered into the crook of his neck, closing her eyes with a soft sigh as he rubbed her back. “You can talk to me about it, but only if you want to.” He pressed a kiss to V’s forehead, taking in a deep breath. “You were… real sick” he recalled the moment right before he passed out, trying to comfort her after a particularly bad Relic malfunction, when, truthfully, he was shitting himself with fear just as much. “Thought I'd lost you.”

He felt a few drops of moisture on his skin before his eyes widened. “What's wrong?” She shook her head and buried her face in his chest, whimpering as she clung to him as strongly as she could - which… wasn't very. “I'm so sorry, John. I'm trying to fight it. I'm trying my best.”

Johnny felt his heart tear itself in half - maybe a leftover sort of phantom sensation from Adam Smasher. Looking around, he finally noticed the stack of pills on the bedside table, the wheelchair and the IV stand. He caught the shine of the ring on his finger - wait, he never wore a ring on his - oh, no, no, no…

This wasn't no fuckin’ heaven. It was his own personal hell.

Having to watch V succumb to her sickness. Again. Because of him. A seemingly, shockingly non-fucked up version of them - except he’d still get her killed, in the end. His arms - both organic - held her so gingerly, like he was horrified to break her.

“No, Val, I'm - I’m sorry. But we'll fight this thing together, I swear.” “John… when I'm gone-” “No. You're here. With me. And I’m never letting go.” She let his love ease her worries away, like it did every time. “I love you, John.” “I love you, too, Valerie, with every damn fiber of my being.” And I’ll fuckin’ wrestle Death itself with my bare hands if it even tried to do us part.

After they both dozed off for a while longer in each other’s arms, Johnny helped her take her medicine and get out of bed. With a sour taste in his mouth, he realized that he'd pushed her physical condition earlier with his stupid, selfish desire. 

She was fine to stand on her own, holding onto his arm as they made their way to the kitchen. He couldn't stop staring at her - but the more he did, the more disillusioned he became. She started to look more like his V when they’d first met, and even before that, like Agent V of Arasaka. The bags under her eyes, the hollows of her cheeks. 

But he knew. He’d felt it in his bones. It was so tangible when he kissed her - in his maddening hunger to make love to her - as much as he wanted or hated for it to be true, that wasn’t his V.

She took a seat at the kitchen table after putting a kettle on, and Johnny allowed himself a moment to take in his surroundings. It was very clear this wasn’t Night City - hell, wasn’t even 2077. His eyes landed on a picture of - holy shit, he hadn’t dared to look in a mirror yet, but it really did look just like him - a clean, rich, put-together version of him, at least, both him and V beaming up at him from their wedding photo. As much as it warmed his heart, it also felt like something shocked him to his core when he tried to pick the frame up, quickly setting it back down. Okay. Maybe he shouldn’t be obsessively staring at their bizarro doppelgangers. 

He rubbed his face with both hands, exhaling loudly. “This is insane” Johnny muttered, gazing through the window at the car parked outside. Really? A Mustang? He huffed with a hint of envy. This guy seems like a pretentious douche, other than bein’ the world’s greatest husband or whatever. His eyes landed on a wedding invitation, wide in horror.

Helen and John, 09/15/2009.

He felt like he was going to throw up as a prior conversation with V played out in his head, the kettle whistling at them off the stove.

“Alright, I gotta ask.” “Y’know, I really don’t think you do.” “What’s your middle name?” She’d already seen his full name at the Columbarium. Well, not that he considered it his anymore.

V pondered for a moment, narrowing her eyes at him. “Fine, I’ll bite. Don’t have one, but they were gonna name me Helen, after Helen of Troy. Mom wanted it to sound more like her name, so they went with Valerie instead.”

Johnny dropped to the couch with his hands still holding onto his head, letting out a shaky breath. “Christ.”

“John? Are you okay?”

Helen’s gorgeous visage met his eyes as she knelt in front of him, lifting his face with her hands, checking his temperature. “Oh, you’re burning up, angel!” Johnny longed so terribly to kiss her again, to feel her atop his chest for days, to have a million, trillion, infinite late mornings like this one. To tell her she was his angel. But that wasn’t his wife. Fuck - she didn’t even know ‘im, he had no right. And god damn it, did this fuckin’ guy’s name really have to be John? It made this so much harder than it should be.

He placed a hand over hers with a bittersweet feeling. “I’ll be fine, Helen. Just got dizzy for a sec.”

She let out a small sigh of relief. “Ah, there he is! My sweet husband. I was really starting to worry.” Helen sealed their lips with another kiss that he no longer had the courage to return, letting her take his hand and lead him to the kitchen table. “Tea?” “Sure, in a sec. I… gotta wash my face.” “Don’t be long, I’m making your favorite! Eggs and toast.” Eggs and toast? Really? This fuckin’ guy… he couldn’t be more vanilla if he tried. “Mmm, sounds delicious, thanks.” He wanted to call her honey, baby, a pet name, anything - but his throat dried up at the thought. “Don’t mention it, my love.”

Johnny wandered through the house, taking note of all the little mementos of their love. The more he witnessed, the worse his nausea got, finally opening the right door that led him to a simple yet opulent bathroom. He turned the faucet on, gripping the sink; when his eyes darted upwards, someone else was staring back at him with a murderous intensity that scared him shitless. It was him, but wrong. Hair combed back, expensive all-black suit, splatters of blood on his face. Ugh, he almost looked like a ‘Saka lapdog. The running water buzzed in his ears.

“Get away from my wife” his own voice threatened from beyond the mirror. Johnny stumbled backwards. “Oh, what in the Freaky fuckin’ Friday -  I don’t want your wife, dipshit! Just wanna get back to my own.”

When he blinked, bizarro-him was gone, leaving Johnny with a splitting headache that distracted him from what he’d just said. He finally neared the sink again, splashing his face with a cold sensation; but this time, he blinked the water out of his eyes to find himself in a hospital room, face to face with Helen. Except… she was gone. And even though he knew, he KNEW, it wasn’t his Valerie, it still tore him to pieces.

“I can’t fuckin’ do this SHIT, no, NO fuckin’ chance, GET ME THE HELL OUTTA HERE!” he howled, knocking his chair back. He picked it up and started thrashing the hospital room, shattering everything in his way. Staff rushed in, attempting to restrain him by force as he kicked and screamed at the top of his lungs, deafened by the flatline of Helen’s heart monitor. “I won’t fuckin’ look at her, you hear me, YOU FUCKIN’ BASTARD, SABURO? HUH? I WON’T PLAY YOUR SHITTY FUCKIN’ MIND GAMES! THIS WON’T HAPPEN, EVER, I WON’T FUCKIN’ LET IT, NOT AGAIN!”

“Earth to jackass?”

Johnny felt the oxygen halt in his lungs as V’s voice reached him, calming his fit of rage. His voice came out as a shaky strain of desperation. A prayer.

“V?”

The grogginess taking hold of Johnny lessed its grip just in time for him to be met with a stinky tshirt clinging to his face. He let out a disgusted noise and pulled it off, watching V sort her laundry by the window in Megablock H10.

Nibbles woke as well, having previously been curled at his side, stretching lazily and jumping on the back of the couch to nuzzle Johnny’s face.

“You good? Couldn’t tell if you were havin’ a wet dream or a horrific nightmare. Was about to wake you up, although I did consider lettin’ you sleep in case it was the second option.”

Johnny’s hand reached to give Nibbles a few headrubs, earning a happy string of purrs as he rolled his eyes. An insurmountable amount of relief washed over him, feeling the nightmare scenario slowly dissipate into the back of his mind. He couldn’t help disappearing and reappearing, a hiccup that happened sometimes when he experienced a really strong feeling.  Thank. Fuck.

This. This felt right.

This was his V, and he wouldn’t want her any other way.

“Couldn’t imagine a sweeter wife” he grumbled in spite of the smile plastered on his face as he watched her. The sun crept in through the window, draping her in that intimate warmth he remembered so fondly. As if she registered his words, she curiously glanced at him, immediately taken aback by the lovestruck look on his face. She had to spew some sort of bullshit out before her heart leapt out of her chest.

“Ew, stop it!” “Stop what?” “Lookin’ at me, like- like that!”

He did not, in fact, stop, and V felt a blush bloom across her face. “Fine, whatever! Be a fuckin’ creep.” She looked away, pursing her lips to contain a smile as her body blocked the image of her lovingly caressing the dog tags around her neck with the tips of her fingers.

“Love you too” Johnny retorted, bringing his arms up behind his head as he kicked his feet up on the coffee table. He was having a much harder time than usual draping that tone of nonchalance over his voice. Although masked as a stupid joke, the words still stirred something inside of her. He felt a weight shift off his chest. A part of it, at least. Love, huh? Maybe he could get used to saying it. Maybe he could even stop parading it as sarcasm one day. Preferably before it was too late.

“Shut up” she barked at him, but he could hear the amusement hidden beneath. “Ah, c’mon! Admit it, V! You’re madly in love with me. Happens to the best of us.” “Yeah, ‘boutta serve you a knuckle sandwich made with a whole lotta love if you don’t stop pissin’ me off.” “Speakin’ of-” “I’m not makin’ your stupid fuckin’ mac ‘n cheese again! What the hell’s up with you today? You’re worse than usual.”

Man, he wanted to kiss her so fuckin’ bad sometimes. Shit, shit!, do not let her hear you think that.

“Just had a bad dream is all.” “Yeah? This ain’t bad enough of a dream for you?” 

Not if I can still save you.

“Man, you should’ve seen her - chick in my dream. Absolute babe. Had the hots for me like no other.” “Oh, I’m sure she did, grandpa. You know, there’s this nice house down the street, think you’d love it there.” “Real funny, V. Boutta piss myself laughin’.” “Yeah… they got diapers for that.”

He relished the sound of her voice, of her prickly retorts as they bickered, of her laughter, his eyes lost in the beauty of her day-old makeup, of the messiness of their apartment, of the guitar rested against the wall. Of their cat, their iguana, of the ashtray full of cigs smoked away while they talked for hours, of the dirty bowl of mac n cheese in the sink. The beauty of the Johnny + V tattoo on her arm, of the clink of his dog tags around her neck, like a wind chime on a hot summer day. 

Fuck, Valerie. I am in love with you. And I won’t let you die on me.

a/n: wow, if you read the whole thing, thanks so much and I really hope you liked it!! this was SOOO fun and also makes me really wanna start a John Wick fanfic too ajfsdjfsd I have so many ideas for an oc. ps, their wedding date is the same as the one on the fake virtual marriage certificate my partner made for us a few months after we met, haha. been five years since (we're not actually married/engaged irl yet lol) <3 Ar lath ma, Vhenan.

[prettyyoungandbored]

Needy - Johnny Knoxville

Pairing: Johnny Knoxville x Fem!Reader (goes by Babydoll)

Warnings: This chapter contains sexual references and alludes to sex. There is also a v slight Daddy kink. It’s a touch spicy. Read at your own risk.

Author’s Note: Without giving too much away, the following was inspired by a real life prank that aired featuring Johnny.

NOT MY GIF

Johnny had no idea what was going on with Y/N. She kept shifting in the passenger seat and looking out the window. Her hands were buried in between her thighs.

Whenever he asked if she was ok, she’d hum and nod her head.

Maybe she had to go to the bathroom? Maybe she was getting sick?

“Need me to pull over, Babydoll?” he asked.

“Nope. I just wanna get to the hotel.”

“Ok then.”

He tried not to think too much of it, chalking it up to maybe she was just tired.

Meanwhile, Y/N was struggling. It took every ounce of her being not to throw herself at him. She’d been that way for the last couple hours.

She and Johnny had gone to a bar where he was teaching her how to play pool. He was in his element and sweet Jesus, was it a turn on for her. She watched as he flexed his arms while holding the pool stick, tongue peeking out in concentration.

He had been working out a bit at home. Nothing major, just lifting weights. It’s results dawned on her tonight and it took everything in her not to want to pounce on him right then and there.

Instead, however, she responded with touches to his arm and kisses on his cheek. He didn’t respond much, with the exception of rubbing her lower back.

It was easy to hold back in public. Now that they were alone, she just wanted to get him into the hotel room.

Her heart raced as she pulled her lips back. Her restraint was killing her inside.

The second they would get into their hotel room, she would pounce on him. She could feel it.

They pulled into the hotel parking lot and Johnny put the car in park. She went to open the door when she felt his hand on her thigh.

“What’s really going on with you?” Johnny asked. His eyes were laced with concern and slight fear that he’d done something wrong.

She couldn’t take it anymore.

She grabbed his face and smashed her lips against his. For a brief second, he didn’t kiss back as he tried to process what the fuck just occurred. But somehow, he picked it up and began kissing her back a little harder.

She crawled over to him, straddling his waist as she continued to kiss him. The way she sat down on his groin elicited a groan out of her, releasing a bit of tension that had built up inside.

She whimpered which caused Johnny to pull back. “Babydoll, what’s-.”

“I need you to fuck me,” she exhaled. “Either in here or in our room. I don’t care where.”

Johnny’s smirk widened. “You mean to tell me you were horny this entire time?”

“PJ, I’m not fucking around here.”

“Alright, alright. Let’s take this inside so we don’t give anyone a show.”

She groaned but nodded. “Let’s just hurry.”

They got out of the car as she hurried toward the front door. Johnny fought back laughter as he followed her closely behind.

They darted toward the elevator as Y/N silently prayed they would have it to themselves. Once she got a taste of him in the car, she found herself craving his touch again.

Luck was on her side when it was clear they would have the elevators to themselves. The second the doors, closed she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him again.

This time, however, he did not hesitate. He grabbed a handful of her hair on the back of her head with one hand as the other wrapped around her waist, pulling her close to him.

He could feel his pants growing tighter by the second. Hopefully no one was hanging out in the hallway.

“Jesus you’re needy, baby,” he mumbled in between kisses.

“Is that a problem?”

He softly chuckled. “Not at all.”

Johnny kissed with a sense of urgency, which Y/N loved more than anything. He treated every kiss as if it was both the first and the last kiss they would share.

When he was in the kind of mood he was currently in, the kisses were desperate.

Just as his tongue was about to ask for permission, he pulled back. “Shit! I forgot to get more condoms.”

She waved her hand. “It’s ok. You can just pull out tonight.”

His dark eyes grew wide. “You serious?”

“Baby, please don’t do this to me,” she whined, throwing her head back. “I need you so bad.”

Johnny tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her back so they were eye level.”

“I know, cutie,” he said, hunger in his eyes. “I’m gonna take real good care of you.”

The elevator door opened and he led her through the hall. He opened the door to the hotel room.

“Get in there and get undressed for Daddy,” he purred.

She giggled and ran toward the bed when she let out at big scream.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Johnny hurried over to find a shirtless Don Vito lying on their bed. He not only wore his own underwear but he also had a pair of Johnny’s now torn boxers. The man was also surrounded by wing bones and wing sauce that was splattered all over the previously crispy white sheets.

“Hiya sweetheart!” he greeted with a big smile.

Johnny threw his head back laughing. “Holy shit, man!”

“Look, I’ve got your boxers on!” Don said, positing to the fully stretched out white boxers that clung onto his thighs.

Johnny continued to laugh as Y/N stood there, enraged. She normally didn’t mind their antics, but tonight was not the night.

“GET THE FUCK OUT VITO!” she screamed.

“Whoa! Hey now!” the man said as he got off the bed. “No need to yell.”

Just then, Johnny grabbed Don Vito’s wallet off the counter and ran out of the hotel room.

With the room all to herself, Y/N sighed in defeat. She walked over to the phone on the nightstand and dialed the front desk.

“Hi, I’m so sorry to bother you, but we need clean sheets and pillows in room 304.”

Real life video: https://www.reddit.com/r/jackass/comments/10gckak/johnny_knoxville_vs_don_vito/

[ohwolfling]

through woods half-dreamt

a Cyberpunk 2077 long form fic

promoting it like a book so maybe i'll find some motivation

setting: ~6mos after the Sun ending // 6 chapters of ???

POVs: V, Misty, Johnny, Rogue, Judy

chapter quotes:

I: But Johnny remains. And there’s something like heat when her hands touch his engram make-up. “Dreamed I was driving, with you beside me. I was still like this, but I was driving. And I reached out and I held your hand.” V takes a breath, reflexively preparing to make fun of him. But instead her breath catches in her throat.

II:

Misty hurt when she thought of Jackie, ached. And Misty hurt if she tried not to. Misty believed that a soul’s journey was deeply personal and she ascribed to philosophies of self actualization over any that implied a person couldn’t be complete on their own. 

And that had been the lesson Jackie would teach her, she supposed. After Jackie, she found herself downright Platoistic in her belief of others, mirrors, halves.

III:

“Johnny-”

“V, who did this?”

“Me.”

His hands grasp either side of her head and it feels like the static from a balloon and the warmth of the sun. An involuntary, conflicted moan escapes her lips as she turns a cheek deeper into his cupped hand. Relieved she has found him and horrified that she can feel herself dying too.

“No, no, no,” he drops his hands and backs away from her. “You could’ve done anything.”

IV:

“I bailed. I bailed because I thought this was just death wish shit. If I had paid attention, stayed a little longer, I might’ve seen it wasn’t death she was after. But Johnny fucking Silverhand.”

Same difference, Rogue thinks.

V:

The honey-dark of her eyes pulls at him. Close enough now that it would be nothing to kiss her, he thinks. She isn’t in his mind anymore. It’s safe now for him to think about it.

VI:

“Using me to get through this gig, back to her, you can download your communal terrorist boyfriend, hand her the keys and go start your new life. Toss me in the trash when it’s over.”

“Don’t insult me, Judy. When you’re in Night City, you’re one of the best techies in it, but I keep a varied roster. I don’t need you specifically. And I don’t have an angle.”

“Everyone has an angle.”

“And if I ever have one, you’ll know about it. I’ll assign it to you,” Rogue placed a sharp end on you, closing out the conversation. Judy couldn’t stand being told what to do- maybe that’s why she couldn’t let go of V- but she was also learning, maybe too late, too slow, that you have to pick your battles. 

[mattsturniolosmuse]

Beautiful Things

Johnny Cade x Suicidal! reader

Also a good song that would fit the way the story is is Beautiful Things by Benson Boone

Summary: You talk about suicide and Johnny (your boyfriend of 2 months) finds out that you've been self harming. Then it leads to something else.

Warnings: suicidal talk, self harm, SMUT, p in v, unprotected sex (please practice safe sex)

You were sitting on the Curtis' front step. You didn't want to be inside; it was too loud and too crowded. You were fidgeting with your pocket knife in your hands. The one that caused you all your pain.

You had started self harming when you were eleven. Your parents had died and you had been sent from foster home to foster home, until you turned 17.

That was one of the reasons you always wore long sleeve shirts. To hide the scars. The idea of what would happen if the gang finds out scares you.

The door creaks behind you.

"Hey, it's gettin' late. Come on in and eat." You hear Darry say. You sigh, slowly getting up and following Darry into the house. The boys were now settling onto the couch to watch the football game.

You grabbed a slice of pizza from the fridge and put it into the oven, waiting. Johnny comes into the kitchen.

"Hey, angel. You cold?" He asks, noticing you holding your arms.

"No. Thanks though." You say as he offers you his jacket. Johnny wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head, then your nose, then your lips. You let it linger before pulling away.

The microwave beeps and you turn away, collecting your pizza and following Johnny into the living room, sitting on his lap.

You tried to pay attention to the game, but you fell asleep against Johnny's chest.

>>>>><<<<<

"Hey, Y/N. Let's go," A voice says. You open your eyes and see Johnny standing over you. You stand up and rub your eyes. Your heart stops when you see that your sleeve had been rolled up a bit, showing the start of a scar. You hastily shove it down.

Johnny grabs your hand and you walk down to the lot. You sit yourself down on an old couch that Johnny had found a while back.

As Johnny started the fire, your mind drifted to suicide like it usually does.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" Johnny asks, plopping down beside you and wrapping an arm around your waist.

"You ever think about dyin', Johnny?" You ask, looking down in your lap.

"Course I do. Why?" He asks, voice dropping. Tears start rolling down your cheeks.

"I-i don't know if I wanna l-live anymore, Johnnycakes." You say, sobbing.

"Oh, baby. Come here." He says, pulling you close to him. You inhale his scent and try to calm your nerves.

"I need you, angel. Please stay. I want you." He says, stroking your hair and caressing your cheek. You look up at him. When he pushes his lips against yours you pull away.

"Johnny. You can find someone else, can't you?" You say. Johnny sighs and shakes his head.

"I can't. I couldn't. Baby, you're the only one for me." He says, kissing you again. This time, you kiss back, your hands tangling into his greasy hair. Johnny groans as you climb into his lap.

He pulls away from you and looks you in the eyes.

"Please stay." He whispers, barely audible. You attach your lips back onto his, the kiss getting more heated. The farthest you and Johnny had ever gone was french kiss. But you wanted it to go further this time.

As his tongue slips into your mouth, you grind down into his lap, causing him to yelp at the feeling.

"S-sorry! Are you ok?" You ask nervously.

"Yea. But keep doing that and imma cum in my pants." He says, kissing you again. You continue grinding into him, Johnny whimpering as you attacked his neck with your lips.

"Baby..." He breaths as you leave a small love bite just below his ear. You quickly unbutton his jean jacket and take off his shirt. Johnny's eyes widen.

His hands move to take off your own shirt. You stop him.

"You- you can't." You say. Johnny frowns.

"Why not, baby?" He asks. You sigh, rolling up your sleeves. Johnny gasps.

"My god, angel. Why?" He asks, tears filling his eyes. "You're beautiful."

He grabs your arms and leaves sloppy open mouth kisses all over the scars. Then he attaches your lips back to yours and takes off your shirt. You didn't care.

You start grinding into him again, and he unbuttons your jean skirt, sliding them down your legs. At the same time, you unbutton his jeans, and pull them down along with his boxers. You blush at the sight of him.

"Like it, baby?" He chuckles, smashing his lips onto yours. He lifts you up, his tip brushing against your clit, and slowly places you down on him. You throw your head back and moan.

"Ride me." Johnny says

You start moving up and down on his length. He made you feel so full.

"God, so t-tight, angel." Johnny moans as you clench around him. You are bouncing up and down on him at a fast pace. Johnny slides your bra off of your shoulders, immediately cupping one of your breasts while sucking and licking at the other.

Your legs start getting tired, so you start moving in circles.

"Yes! Right there. You're so good at this." Johnny moans, grabbing your waist and helping you take more of him.

"Cum." Was all you managed to say.

"Good girl. I got you. Cum for me. Cum all over my cock." Johnny says breathlessly. You clench around him, causing him to moan your name. Seconds later, you release all over him. He pulls you off of him and you collapse on the couch.

"I love you, angel. Don't leave me. Promise?" Johnny says, dressing you. You nod before falling asleep.

[hawkepockets]

okay now i am introducing my v for real 👇😡

📋 full name: vi shui tao

vi is her family name, but enough americans misunderstood that she got sick of it and “v” is more intimidating for a merc to go by than “taotao.”

👩🏻‍💼 backstory: corpo

born in shanghai to a large family employed by kang tao. v’s parents, who were bodyguard and stylist to the kang tao ceo’s wife, brought her along for an extended work trip to night city as a child. they sold out to arasaka, releasing a cyberware-frying daemon into their boss’s hotel room, in exchange for a full ride at arasaka academy for their daughter. both parents succumbed to the virus along with their employer, and v was left alone in california with nothing but the scholarship they’d applied for with their lives.

her relatives back home encouraged her to stay in america and use the opportunity, so she rose to deputy head of arasaka counterintel at a young age (though not as young as “canon” V—she’s in her 30s!) and doesn’t have many detailed memories of china or her extended family. though when they do surface, she tends to get red-faced, teary, and sullen… SHE’S FINE ON HER OWN!

🐭 she is a professional thief, a coward, and a rat and has an awful case of internalized misogyny, but also a strict code of honor, in her own way. it’s not often legible to people who don’t know her well - but she doesn’t kill anyone but scavs if she can help it and considers the relationships between clients, mercs, and fixers sacrosanct.

when he wasn’t calling her chica, or “corpo-rat” out of abject disappointment in how she’d turned out, jackie called her “mousie.”

🔧 +20 technical skill! a talented combat netrunner and huge know-it-all about tech.

🎹 used to be the keyboardist and tech for a band while in school. the other musicians all flamed out or left night city as they were serious about the anti-establishment messaging in their songs, while v stayed behind, locked in on her career and determined to sell out. she never found another band, unless you count samurai, but put her speaker-whispering skills to use a few times as a roadie for extra eds. has always thought frontmen were full of shit and annoying. ESPECIALLY rockerboys. ick.

cannot sing at all.

she really admires nancy/bes isis, which makes johnny reconsider how much he’s overlooked samurai’s pulitzer prize winning keyboardist, the only band member with the skillset to make a material political difference in the city.

💬 socially inept, runs very hot and cold. will be unavailable, blunt, and short-spoken for long stretches, then suddenly say smth florid and intimate or pull a brutal cold read on someone out of nowhere. known for her offputting signature maneuver of kissing a friend on the cheek then immediately exiting the conversation. a smug, sourpuss skeptic in all things.

⛩️ neighborhood: japantown

❤️ best friends: takemura, alex, judy, mitch, and RONALD “RONNIE” P.T. MALONE!

🚩 got together with river mostly just to antagonize johnny by fucking a cop. quickly realized she found river boring and felt worse about using him than she’d thought as he was actually kind of a relentlessly good guy. cheated on him with judy, never told him, let him think his terminally ill gf died a saint and never ever mentioned the silverhand thing. she adores judy’s company but ultimately it’s all silverV triangulation. sorry.

🚬 in love with johnny, since he apologized for the initial violating behavior and she stopped thinking of him as a parasite. (it was a particularly sensitive subject for this v, who had already contended emotionally with an unwanted pregnancy while at saka and had a hard time separating her feelings about the engram from her regrets about the fetus.)

they never ease off the negging, but can both feel each other’s rush of affection at the sound of an irritating voice in their head, so it lacks bite. she’s wanted him to survive and take the body for far longer than she’d admit to herself, to him, or to any of the people who want her to make it out of night city. she’d rather be him than herself, though. but he doesn’t want to be himself alone.

it’s weird. they’re weird. i actually hate them.

🏯 after arasaka fired her, she took very little convincing that the corporation deserved to burn. that johnny was actually competent enough to burn it, and achieve more than just a forgettable murder-suicide? took a lot more convincing.

she never once fully believed in one of the cures offered to her, though. she just had to go through the motions of self-preservation.

🏍️ cannot drive a car. never learned. she exclusively drove jackie’s arch until getting johnny’s porsche back from arasaka, by which point johnny’s muscle memory had bled into her body enough that she could handle just that car. exclusively just that car. please stop making her drive other people’s vehicles.

🕶️ at first, it was obvious who was controlling the body because although both were smokers and both had a mean smirk, johnny always wore reflective aviators while v had her oversized kitschy red sunglasses. later, they started wearing each other’s sunglasses while fronting, to feel less alone and separate. johnny still has hers to this day of course. and doesn’t do anything weird while wearing them…

🍶 endings: king of cups + temperance

[vince-linder]

Christmas Exchange!

As part of the lovely cyberpunk xmas exchange, I got to write a lil piece for @mango-parfait :DD Hope my little idea suits what you was picturing :3 _________________________

Still early in the morning, the household of V and Johnny was already awake and getting ready for the day. Johnny, as so often, sitting in the living room on the couch, his guitar in his lap and a cigarette dangling between his lips. He was just scribbling some notes to a song down, before he tried another riff on the guitar, crossing out the previous notes just to try it another way once more. V was in the bathroom, styling himself up and deciding what he was gonna wear for today. It would probably, as so very often, end with him wearing his favorite red jacket, which was fitting so nicely to his bright yellow optics.

“It was at 8 pm, right?” V's voice echoed through the apartment, hoping his partner would hear or answer him, even when the rockerboy was busy on his guitar. And it only took a moment before the answer came. “Yeah, that's what Kerry said.” V nodded to himself, taking a short look into the mirror and brushing once more through his hair. 8 pm, at Afterlife. More than enough time to do a lot of stuff together. He left the bathroom, fully dressed in his usual gear, placing a soft kiss on Johnny’s bearded cheek as he passed him. Just as he wanted to say something else, his phone was ringing. Seeing that it was Regina who called, made V accept the call with a worried expression, while he started to pace through the room. Johnny made only an unhappy grunt, watching his partner pace through their shared apartment, he could tell from his frown alone, that this was no ‘Merry christmas, enjoy the holidays’ call. After all, they were living in Night City, and Night City was always busy with Merc work, even just before christmas. Maybe also, because most of its citizens wouldn’t really celebrate this old holiday. In the end, it was Johnny’s fault that he and V would celebrate with the rest of their friends, there was still a somewhat nostalgic feeling towards Christmas at Johnny’s end and with that he invested all around him to spend the holidays together,letting work be just for a few days at the end of the year. V was doing his best to shift all his work away from the next few days, but sometimes, things went different than planned, especially in Night City. “A fucking what now, in City Center?”, Vs gaze shifted to Johnny for a moment, making a grimace, before he listened again to the caller. Whatever it was Johnny was really hoping V would decline this dumb gig and hold up to his promises. Slowly Johnny stood up from his place on the couch to get closer to V and may pick up one or two pieces from his call. Lazily he slung an arm around Vs waist and tried his best to understand what was going on. “... a Cyberpsycho. Rambling through … stores.” A deep sigh left the rockerboy, V wouldn’t deny that case at all. He would always take serious gigs like that, at any time of day or night. They discussed over and over again, that it never could be more important than his night sleep, or planned meetups with their friends, only to always end it with V being clear about it. Gigs like that always had top priority for V. Crossing his arms in front of his chest he watched V closely with an annoyed expression. “Yeah sure, I am on my way, Regina. Give you a call once I get him down.”, V ended the call and looked over at Johnny, an apologetic smile on his face. “Don’t look at me like this, J. It’s not a big thing for me, but maybe could save a bunch of people in his hood.” “We were clear with this.”, Johnny turned his back to V, his arms still crossed and his voice showing far too well his annoyance “Not a single gig on the holidays. For once.”

“I know, Johnny. But come on. I cannot say no in a situation like this. I promise, it will go smoothly and I will be back right in time when we head out to the Christmas meetup.” A deep sigh left the rockerboy again, as he looked over his shoulder at V. He couldn’t really voice what was making him so uneasy about this all, but the feeling just wouldn’t leave him. Still, he nodded it off. “Fine. But I swear to god, if you are not on time, I'm gonna punch you in the dick.” “Damn it, fine!”, in a playful attempt to surrender, V raised his hands and smiled at Johnny. As always he felt the concern from Johnny, but they wouldn’t talk about it, they never did. “I promise I will be back in no time.”

Hours went by, and still not a single message or call from V. This wasn’t the usual way V handled stuff. But today pretty much nothing was really usual at all. Johnny's gaze was glued to the windows as he really couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was snowing. Here in Night City, just as if this was some cute little Christmas Wonder. But with all the years without snow, this unusual weather turned the city into even more chaos. Drivers weren’t used to handling their vehicles in this weather, nor did most people have anything good to wear for the sudden cold. A slow sigh left the rockerboy as he shifted his gaze from the window to his phone. Still no message, no call. Johnny was worried about V, but coped it with being angry, like he always did. V promised to make it in time and was already late, of course he was. “Fucking snowfall. Bet that’s just some marketing gig from a Corp. Disgusting, they really use everything to make their sales go up. Fucking corpo rats.” 

He searched through their wardrobe, picking up a few sweaters and jackets that look somewhat warm, but neither he nor V had much clothes against the cold, as it was pretty unusual by now. In the end he picked a black sweater without much on it and a fur-lined leather jacket he found deep down behind all the summery clothing. Another quick gaze on his phone, still no message from V, and he headed out to meet up with the others at Afterlife. Hopefully V will join him soon. If not, he would have to search for him. A sudden wave of negative thoughts, what may have happened to V hitted Johnny, as an especially cold wind gust blew into his face, making him feel the freezing cold far too well. He shook his head, trying to get rid of the bad thoughts. As he was slowly walking through the city, watching the snow settle on everything and lulling the city in a certain kind of silence. Johnny could remember his childhood days, before all this chaos emerged in his life. Just playing in the snow, throwing snowballs with his friends or building a snowman with the most goofy design. After a short walk, that was surprisingly refreshing, Johnny reached the Afterlife. Without much problem he got inside and already could spot their friends at one of the big corner tables, sitting together and talking about whatever. Johnny took a deep breath before he slowly headed towards them. “Hee Johnny, you finally arrived. Where’s your better half?” Kerry asked towards him in a mocking tone and made room for Johnny to sit down next to him. From Rogue he got a mug with steaming hot cocoa, he took a long sip and noticed the sudden silence around him. “What?” “Is V.. not coming?” Misty’s voice already showed deep concern. It wasn’t usual that one would appear without the other. Johnny made an annoyed huff, placing the mug back on the table. “Dumbass is just late, like always. What else do you expect from him?”, his voice was snarky and angry, hiding far too well his own concern for V and his well being. “Did you hear from him? The kid will absolutely not be used to this weather.” “Nah. And not gonna call after him, not his babysitter.”, Johnny fumbled for his pack of cigarettes and lit one up, taking a long deep breath from the cigarette. He never asked for permission for doing so, and got angry gazes for it. But his mind was filled with concern for V. An hour. V was an hour over the time, and with every passing minute Johnny got more agitated. He couldn’t really follow the conversation anymore, his leg twitching nervously up and down. Only Kerry seemed to notice his behavior, but also kept his mouth shut about it. Still not a single message from V. Johnny only picked up several accidents and problems the news were talking about in the background, more than usual, because this weather was pure mayhem for Night City. Finally the door swung open, echoing against the wall with a deep thud and made once more fall everyone silent. Without any word V came to the table of his friends and partner and sat down next to Johnny. He looked exhausted and like shit, here and there stains of the works he just did.

“Where the fuck have you been?”Johnny lowered his voice but the anger was clear in it. 

“Eh. After the Psycho, there were a bunch of problems because of this… this white shit. People are going crazy in the city. Trying to eat it, sell it, telling stories how this is a sign that the world is ending. You know the drill. I helped to get a few hoods back under control.”, V gladly took the hot cocoa from the table and took a few thirsty sips, before he looked at the faces of his friends. A small, tired smile grew on his face. “You dumbass had your friends worried! And that's all you say? Could have called, you know?” Johnny flicked against Vs head, looking at him, but all the anger from his voice wasn't visible in his gaze, there were a bunch of other emotions. “Sorry to let you wait. Somehow all my calls or messages couldn’t connect through. I guess another problem with this fucked up weather.” Johnny was dumbfounded and for a rare moment felt silent. The thought that the weather may be the reason for V not texting or calling him never occurred to his brain. Of course, the net as it was by now, would have problems with stuff alike. He sighed and nodded it off, deep down happy that V was finally here. V took another long sip from the cocoa, breathing out the hot steam with a content demeanor. Now after they got this out of their systems, he scooted  closer to Johnny, leaning his head on the rockerboys shoulder. Johnny gulped down the urge to say something nasty and was deep down really glad that his partner finally was here at his side, in one piece, without bad injuries. “You are a fucking idiot V.” “And you are an asshole.”

An amused huff left the rockerboy as he slung his arm around Vs back, pulling him a bit closer and sharing the warmth with him. With a raised brow, Johnny noticed how very calm and silent V got, taking the cup of hot cocoa out of his hand and placing it back on the table. He only got an approving hum with his Merc, who cuddled deeper against the rockerboy, fully ignoring that they were in public and both Rogue and Kerry were watching this scene with puzzled emotions. A small smile played around Johnny's lips, watching his Merc dozing off in his arms. He would never say it openly, but this was exactly what he was always craving, just a moment of peace with his beloved. Johnny’s hand rose up to carefully brush through V’s hair, while his gaze shifted back to Rogue and Kerry, picking up the conversation with them again.