Autistic reader who somehow doesnt realize hes part of the polycule not because they didnt ask him but because hes just so affectionate and goes with the flow that it just happened naturally. When people start kissing him he thinks its just a continuation of the friendly affection and he likes it so of course hes kissing his friends goodnight. Then hes invited to the Z-Team orgy and has the dawning realization... and of course attends the orgy, because why not? Sure, he doesnt expect to get any focus because hes never been in one before and hes never had sex with any of the Z-Teamers so he figures he will just be watching on the side with Golem and some popcorn and maybe cheering if they want him to cheer because what else do you do when youre just watching an orgy? Seriously what do you do. I dont know
Turns out you end up being the main focus of the orgy. You show up a bit late because you brought snacks and everyone says it's polite to show up a little after the party starts. You walk in and everyone was waiting for you. Everyone's giving you hello kisses, then the hello kisses become make outs. pretty soon, the others are getting tired of only one person being able to make out with you, so all of a sudden you have several hands and lips all over your body and your clothes being pulled off. You're the main focus and they make you cum more than anyone else there. They're just such great friends.
johnny and v have a psychic link. it's not actually psychic 'cause duh, but it's whatever is so close it looks like it to the untrained eye. a new form of cybertelepathy, maybe? or is it more 'ganic, like something to do with them actually sharing parts of their central nervous system before they were seperated? it doesn't fit a neat definition because johnny and v aren't neat people, but messiness is a given for everything in night city.
they can see each other from across the room and know exactly what the other is going to do -- every situation goes as though it's been rehearsed. there's a certain uncanny synchronicity some find, um... unnerving? like, if there was a scav behind v, johnny didn't need to say he was gonna shoot in v's direction. they already knew he was going to and ducked out before they were caught in the crossfire. johnny didn't even need to check if they were in the way; he just knew they weren't. no talking, no hololink, no cyberpsychosis that would make two people perfect killing machines like that... (okay, maybe it's a little creepy, who the hell cares?)
some people say the way v and johnny move and talk reminds them of those merged twin-fighters in kabuki -- their names were... certo and esquardo! right and left, yeah, that's them. (v remembers the twins, and they remember beating both bodies badly.) the twins already had that shared-womb and growing-up-together connection, and it only deepened when their neural oscillation synchronizers were installed and they became 'one person.' but, honestly? the twins look like a sham, a schtick next to v and johnny. they look like they belong under the big top playing pretend with the clowns and the strongmen.
the twins identify, very staunchly, as one person with two bodies. v and johnny are... more ambiguous with it. they often blur the lines between themselves 'cause there isn't much of a line to begin with. their defaults have been switched to we/us/ours instead of me/i/mine and one hardly uses "you" to refer to the other 'cause of how easily plurals fall from their lips. (like, "rainin' like someone's pourin' from a fuckin' bucket outside. v, we got an umbrella?" instead of "v, where d'you keep the umbrellas?") it isn't exactly easy for others to follow when johnny is spinning some yarn about this badass shit they pulled off when he refers to both himself and v with we/us/ours often and regularly, but it's kinda romantic? so that gives him a few points to make up for it.
really, "you" is saved for intimate moments where the cracks in the unified front show, if only just barely. the cracks aren't faults, per se, just individualistic traits or wants that shine through. johnny asking v "how're ya doin'?" 'cause he wants to hear their voice. v telling johnny they "bet you can't make those strings sing," 'cause they want to watch his fingers dance across the neck of the guitar. gentle caresses of fingertips against a jaw, eye contact unwavering and unbreakable and silently, (if secretly), saying, "it's only you i can want; it's only you i can love."
Flirting with Waterboy Headcanons...(Dispatch! Herman x Reader)
Author's Note: I am super late to this party but I finished playing Dispatch this week and it will surprise absolutely no one that I am completely obsessed with the wet and wonderful Waterboy. I'll be posting my usual content too, but please understand I have a lot of big, sexy feelings about this character that you will all have to deal with for a little while, including a likely part two to this little ditty. On that note, please please send me your own thoughts/headcanons too!
- Being a reformed villain in the phoenix programme has its perks; you get to stay out of prison, help people, and have a positive impact on the world. You also get to spend time with a new addition to the team who seems to crumble to pieces every time you're kind to him; Waterboy.
- As one of the less abrasive heroes in the Z-team, Robert makes sure you're the first person he introduces Waterboy to as he joins the team, leaving you very pleasantly surprised by this wholesome new plaything for you.
"This is your new team-mate Waterboy, make sure he knows where he needs to be on shift okay?" Robert nods at you with a tight smile before heading back to his desk, leaving the nervous man dripping in front of you, struggling to get a word out until you speak.
"So how did you end up on the Z-team? Did you get caught by a hero, or are you out on parole?"
"No! No- nothing like that - I - um.. I just - I want to be - to be a hero. A re- real hero." There's no ego to his stammered confession, no ulterior motive, just pure sincerity. After spending a lot of time hanging with the wrong crowds, you can't help but smile at how different he seems, taking a chance and telling him your real name, not the heroic one listed on the wall behind you.
"Can I call you something other than Waterboy?" You can't help but let the question out with a slightly loaded tone, and you're sure if he wasn't so nervous he'd have picked up on how closely it bordered on flirting.
"Her- Herman. Or Herm. Um, my grandma ca-calls me Hermy, um, sometimes. So - uh - Herman." He says every word like he's not sure of the answer and he's upset with himself for how they come out, watching you smile as you try out each iteration.
"Herm. Herman. Hermy." You can see the twitch of a smile play on his cheeks at the last one. "I'm really glad to have you on the team, Hermy."
- And with that you had the most devoted follower of all time, this sweet, hopeless boy unsure what he could have possibly done to deserve your kindness but knowing he'd do absolutely anything to keep it coming. He finds endless reasons to linger near you, not-so-quietly celebrating when you get dispatched to trouble together, and practicing saying good morning on his whole walk to work so it can come out somewhat smoothly when he sees you for the first time.
- It's hard to tell if his affections are just the sheer joy of having a friend, or more of an infatuation, his clear lack of social skills and experience meaning you need to be the one to flirt if you want any hope of this going further.
"Hey Hermy. Can you do me a favour?" You perched on the counter in the breakroom with him trailing in behind you, stopping just short of your knees and nodding vigorously enough to land droplets of water on your skin.
"Any-yes-anything." You could see his bright blue eyes shining behind his goggles as you reached forward slowly and took one of his hands in yours, tugging him to step a little closer, your faces at eye level from your makeshift seat.
"What- uh - you - you'll get wet." He scowled at himself as the words struggled to form, watching your fingers toy with the edge of his glove, slowly peeling the rubber away to reveal the damp skin underneath.
"I know - I was just wondering what your skin feels like under all this." You gestured to his suit and continued carefully removing his glove, moving slowly until his hand escaped with a slight pop. Holding his palm in one hand, you slowly traced shapes over the back of his hand with your fingertips. You could feel him twitching nervously at each move, overwhelmed by even the slight human contact, especially when it came from you. "I thought your water would be cold, but it's warm, soft. It feels nice, Hermy." Your tone is laced with kindness and intrigue as you let your fingers brush along the length of his, noticing how long they felt, before slowly interlocking them, bringing your palm to kiss his with a slight squelch. "Thanks!" You chirp as you give his hand a squeeze before releasing it, hopping down from the counter with your body so close he can inhale your scent as you walk away, leaving Herm standing frozen, staring at his own palm and wondering if you could really find touching him anything other than unpleasant.
- In a group setting Herman feels completely adrift when you're not by his side; his main source of confidence and joy, his favourite person to be around. So when he goes to meet the gang at some villain bar and he can't see you immediately, he finds himself shrinking into a corner and hoping no-one notices him at all. Thankfully, he doesn't have to wait long until you appear in front of him, a ray of light in this dark dive bar, offering him a beer he knows he'd never work up the nerve to order himself.
"Th-thank you." He says softly as you clink your bottle against his, smiling so brightly he can't find it in himself to even pretend to look away from you.
"No problem, what are friends for? Now come play darts with me so I don't have to deal with men trying to talk to me." You're used to the feel of his wet rubber by this point, taking his hand in yours and leading him in the right direction as you hear him repeat the word 'friends' under his breath behind you. There's no disappointment to the label, instead he echoes it like it's the single greatest accomplishment of his life, his reason to get up in the morning, the most wonderful kindness you could ever extend to this poor, wet, kitten of a man. You consider making a joke about how if you knew your friendship meant so much to him, you'd stop planning to fuck him, but you don't want completely break the boy's brain in case you need him to have your back in a fight later, so you keep that line for another time.
- Flirting with Hermy is the perfect power-trip for a reformed villain; the sweetheart would do anything you asked of him, and is so completely joyful to be on the receiving end of any attention from you. He desperately chases your touch if you brush a stray wet hair off his forehead towards his ears, or if you lift his goggles so you can look into his eyes when you speak to him. He practically falls apart every time you call him Hermy, tripping over himself to seek you out, and if he's lucky, earn a smile for his troubles.
- The rest of z-team isn't really sure if you're flirting is genuine or just something you're doing to entertain yourself, but either way they can't help but join in, watching Waterboy's panicked reactions to anything suggestive you say in delight. It's especially fun to make the conversation all about him.
"(Y/N), me and Prism were just talking, do you think fucking waterboy would ruin your bed?" Malevola's drawl carries across the microphone at the start of shift, wanting to see how far she can push it before Waterboy melts into a puddle or Robert steps in and tells her to shut up.
"I've thought about it alot and I have a bunch of those, like, absorbent blankets for periods and sex anyway, so I think my bed would be unharmed, at least from water damage."
"Good point, so a bed is still an option." Coope replies in her monotone, a slight sound of Herm trying to stumble out a sentence in the background and failing spectacularly as you continue.
"Absolutely, but obviously you'd probably focus on having a lot of shower sex too, it might just take some practice 'cause Hermy's so tall. Or bath sex. Or a hot tub if you can find one."
"I-i-i-uh."
"Alright that's enough, don't make me figure out where HR is." You have to fight back a laugh as Robert cuts off an especially frantic stammer from Waterboy, whose brain stopped working the moment you admitted you'd thought about having sex with him.
- It's not enough to know how obviously smitten Hermy is with you, how obsessed he is with every tiny touch you grace his wet skin with, how your kindness has become the guiding light that makes him want to be a better man, a better hero, for you. No, despite all that, you decide you need him to make the first move if you're ever going to take the next step with your damp, devoted hero. Thankfully Malevola has an idea for that too.
"(Y/N), back me up - there's never a good reason to send a dick pic, they're never worth it, even if it's a great dick!" It's not a topic of conversation that belongs in a conference room, but Flambae brought it up and you couldn't help but monopolise on this opportunity to make Herm squirm.
"I'm with you on that, it's usually just not a good experience for anyone involved. Now a video, that I can appreciate."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Punch Up knew better than to take romantic advice from your team, but he'd been drawn in by this debate and now he couldn't resist diving in further. You made sure to glance over at a completely captivated Herm as you spoke, the man practically trembling with anticipation as you elaborated.
"A video is like the perfect romantic gesture. Not obviously from a stranger, but from someone you've been friends with for a while," your eyes lingered on Herm's "someone you want to take things further with, you send them a video of you touching yourself, telling them what you're thinking about, what you like about them, it's the perfect move." Even behind his goggles you could see Waterboy's eyes growing wide, the idea taking hold as you smiled his way, while Malevola backed up your words calling it 'the height of romance', fighting back a laugh as she watched you stare knowingly at your sweet hopeful Hermy.
- You knew it was ambitious, and honestly you thought you'd set the bar way too high. Until late that night as you settled yourself into bed, you saw the notification pop up "One video message - Hermy 🩵"
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“If you want me to pay my taxes,
you'd better come over with a crucifix.
You're gonna have to nail me down.
Doctor, doctor, heal yourself, and I will
break my own heart from now on.”
— Geese
Ok ok, so Flambae canonically never goes more than a week without a date and Robert has this unnatural sad white man rizz that attracts baddies like nobody’s business right. So, and walk with me here, some well known villain/hero goes up the the z team and Robert, who’s joined them as mecha man for the day.
This guy gives this super flirty hello and some sappy nickname or term of endearment, and everyone immediately turns to Flambae who’s lowkey offended, like “Why are you guys looking at me? I’ve never met this man in my life!”
Meanwhile Robert’s in the corner dying inside at his ex who’s giving him an appreciative up down, “He meant me.”
Ok but Flambae being tied and blindfolded and humping himself against Robert's leg like a dog in heat while letting out the most high pitched, throaty whines and burying his nose against Robert's clothed crotch to get his scent so he can get off—
can i get a mf uhhh robert with an s/o with an oral fixation if that hasn’t been done already? with a side of how he is with his partner lightly chewing on his exposed skin, sucking his fingers to go to sleep, just generally chewing on stuff like a dog with a bone?
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robert knew you were a freak, but he didn’t think it would get this bad. he’s sleeping? your sucking on his shoulder. he’s shaving his stubble? your next to him nibbling on his arm. he’s trying to use that thing yknow.
he bought you a stim toy for you to bite on. he found it on the table the next day with a note on it. ‘buy me this again and i’ll bite your finger off.’ okay, so no more stim toys; noted.
obviously if it hurt robert, he would tell you to stop. he actually enjoys whenever you nibble or bite him, in a weird masochist way it comforts him? he doesn’t know how to explain this to anyone since it would make him sound super kinky and weird. well, it’s YOUR kink, not like it matters he’s gonna fulfill it regardless.
going to work with his collar showing as got to be one of the top most embarrassing things that’s happened to robert. he walked inside the office, ready to have a normal day until out of everyone on the Z-team. water boy commented “uh, r-robert sir.. what’s that on y-you’re neck? and collar bone.. and chest?” robert was so quick to lock himself in one of the bathroom stalls and button up his shirt to the collar. the rest of the day was spent with him fighting off the others to keep his neck from being revealed.
when he got home he kept you away from safe distance from his neck. after a while he explained what happened and of course you laughed, but respected that he needs to look professional at work. you don’t give him love hickeys/bites around his neck areas anymore.
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“these aren’t love bites anymore, it’s just you being a vampire.”
Tags: NSFW, MDNI, Johnny Silverhand has a body, Johnny Silverhand and V have a happy ending, rockstar/groupie roleplay, pet names [princess/baby], foreplay, dry humping, d*ldo sucking, cl*t suction, double c*ck handjob, love bites, an*l fingering, missionary pegging, n*pple biting, oral sex [V receiving]
Summary: You and Johnny try something new and you turn out to like it.
wc: 2.7k
a/n: i'm biting my knuckles, silently screaming, keanu reeves, johnny silverhand i'm your biggest fan
You came out of the shower, drying your hair with your singular towel as Johnny lounged in the bed in his leather pants.
He raised a brow at you, taking in the clean damp of your body. "Why don't you come sit on my lap, princess?"
You grinned at him, tossing the towel into the basket by the door. Johnny rested on his back, folding his arms behind his head. "Come on, lil' groupie. I promise to treat you right."
Scoffing at him, you kneeled onto the bed then hitched your leg over Johnny's waist. You sat carefully, rubbing against the hard crease of his leather pants.
"Val, you're so fucking hot," he slipped out, a hand roaming from your thigh, admiring the curve of your body before grabbing onto your breast.
You arched your back at his touch, tossing your damp hair over your shoulder before touching Johnny's chest; his tattoo decorated his side, his scars on the other.
"Mr. Silverhand, I'm such a big fan," you breathed out, raking your nails up Johnny's chest.
"I bet you are, sweetheart." Johnny's hand trailed down your naked chest then used his thumb to flash your clit at him. "You're wet for me, aren't you?"
You haltingly nodded, earning Johnny's fingers wedging under your pussy. You panted, rocking your hips up to earn Johnny's fingers sliding into you.
"Very wet. I love easy groupies," he teased, tilting his chin up with a smirk. "They're needy to please me."
You raised your brows at him, meeting his smirk with your own. "I'll do anything you want."
Johnny raised his brows as if to test your theory. From behind his head, his other hand produced a bundle of straps dangling from a clear dildo.
"Anything," he repeated, offering over the bundle of straps to you. "Let's see it on, baby."
You quirked at him, taking the strap from him and untangling the straps. It took a few seconds to slide over your thighs, strapping it snugly around your bare ass.
As soon as you secured the final strap around your waist, you giggled. Staring down your body to see the mid-size dildo below and between your breasts.
Johnny released a heavy exhale, reaching around to spank your ass. "You look good like that, princess. You know how to use that thing?"
You shook your head. "No, but I'm willing to learn."
"Atta girl," Johnny praised, leaning up to take your breast in his mouth. "You're gonna do great."
You groaned, running your hand through Johnny's greasy hair. Nosing at his hairline, you watched as Johnny tenderly mawed at your nipple, his other hand caressing your other breast equally.
He freed his mouth from you, kissing at your breast bone then down, leaving little licks in his wake before wiggling himself into a precarious position just under your silicone cock.
Johnny carefully dragged his tongue in a long stripe down the length of the toy, his spit decorating the tip with little bubbles and a string that dangled his bottom lip.
You bit your lip, staring down at your man so confidently opening his mouth to welcome the silicone tip. You blushed, your hand in his hair, guiding him onto the toy with a satisfied groan.
"You're easy too, I see," you teased, your hand in his hair sliding to caress his hallowed cheek. "You like that cock, don't you baby?"
Johnny agreed with a hum, meeting your eyes as he sank a bit further. His hands gripped at your hips, sliding his mouth forward and back and giving you a show. It was definitely hot, you couldn't lie, watching this man take down a cock without making a big deal.
When he pulled off of you with a satisfied smack, Johnny tilted his head back at you. "You got that thing on, right?"
You quirked a brow at him, your fingers tapping the straps to make sure it was secure. "I think so?"
Johnny smirked, taking a hand to wedge between your mound and the strap base. "Here, baby, not all the way on."
He carefully slinked a thin silicone tube down to meet your clit before suctioning it. You groaned in response, feeling the short nub of silicone cupped around your clit. Johnny smiled, smacking your ass with purse of his lips.
"Let's try that again," he taunted, returning to your silicone cock with a long lick.
This time, you felt it through your body. You gasped at the caress of Johnny's nose to your tip before taking the toy into his mouth again.
Your eyes widened, groaning and tilting your hips to chase the warmth of Johnny's mouth. He attempted at a smile, holding your hips steady as he sank his mouth on your silicone length.
"Johnny," you moaned, your hand returning into his hair. "Fuck, that's good."
He pulled off of you with a chuckle, leaning back to undo his pants. You shifted off of him, watching as Johnny gracefully peeled his pants off his legs, tugging them off of his ankles before shifting onto his side to grab a bottle of lube.
Johnny spread his legs before you, his cock at-attention, as he popped the lid of the lube and held two fingers before the pucker of his ass.
"Stroke it, baby. Give me a show," Johnny purred as he dripped lube onto his fingers and slowly pushed them into his ass.
Your eyes widened softly, interest taking over at the new sounds emanated from Johnny's throat. Without hesitation, you sidled closer between his spread legs, taking grip of your silicone cock and Johnny's in your outspread hand.
You both groaned, your lengths matching up at the head as you ran your fingers down Johnny's. He moaned, his cock twitching as he worked his fingers in and out of himself.
"Good boy," you teased back, narrowing your eyes at him as your lips pursed after speaking.
Johnny met your eyes, his eyebrow piquing in minute pleasure, his chest going hot at your words and fingers gracing his strained cock.
"Readying yourself for me?" you asked, running your free hand down from your neck to flirty-touch your own body to tempt Johnny further.
Johnny nodded, rushing his fingers in and out of his softening pucker. You licked your lips, running your hand back up Johnny's cock and down again while pressing yours against his.
He whined, raising his hips to chase after your fingers as his fingers plunged deeper into his hole. "Fuck, V."
You moaned, leaning over Johnny to tease your nose against his.
"You're such a good boy," you repeated, stroking Johnny's length again as his lip trembled before he bit it.
He hissed as he pulled his fingers from his hole, using them to deliver more lube to the pucker of his ass. Johnny attempted to steel himself, gritting his jaw to meet your sultry eyes.
"P-put it in, princess," he muttered, looking down both of your bodies as you rutted your silicone cock against his.
You purred, lowering your body against his; you hand snaked up his chest, touched at the burnt mend of his arm then to the nape of his hair. Clutching at his hair, you tilted his head back and ran your lips down his throat, still rocking your cock against his.
Johnny melted, a pleased gurgle leaving his throat as his metallic hand gripped your hip. You hummed, suckling at his skin in lines, leaving reddened splotches.
"Just a minute," you whispered, reversing up his throat to meet his parted lips.
You dove your tongue into his mouth, drawing another moan from Johnny as you pulled your hips back and lined up to his lubed pucker.
You nudged your tip between his cheeks, taking up a bit more lube before taking the bottle set against his hip. Still keeping his mouth occupied, you lathered your silicone cock and stroked at it once.
You hiccuped a moan into Johnny's mouth, pausing to glance down as you guided into him. Just as your tip found its slight ease in Johnny's pucker, you kissed him again.
Johnny parted from you to throw his head back into the pillow, both of you sharing a shuddering laugh that devolved into a moan. Your clit pulsed in tandem with Johnny's tight ass trying to adjust.
You braced a hand to his stomach, resting your lips to his chin. Johnny managed to bob his head down to meet your mouth again. Your hand slipped to his hip, holding him steady as you panted against his mouth once.
"Relax, Johnny," you cooed, pushing an inch into Johnny's ass.
He squirmed, grunting with grit teeth before you. You pursed your lips in an 'o', guiding Johnny to breathe. His nose scrunched but he slowly followed your lead, pushing a hard breath down your neck.
"That's it," you praised, pushing another inch in and watching Johnny's face break down, even as his lips remained in a 'o'. His breath left him with a steady blow at your neck. "That's my good boy."
Johnny's eyes rolled, resting his head into the pillow again. He twitched slightly, his body stretching out beneath you. You raked your eyes down his body, his cock shifting against his belly leaking precum.
"You are so fucking hot," you hissed, taking soft grip of his jaw to make you look at him.
Biting his lip, Johnny's eyes struggled to stay open as he glanced down your naked body to your straps then back up. "So are you."
He ran his hands up and down your sides before settling them at your hips. You felt grossly inflated with power, seductive, as you turned your boyfriend into a whimpering mess.
Just as he did you so many times. You grinned at him, kissing down his throat again then to his collarbone. Sucking at his skin again, you were enlivened by every moan that left Johnny's melodic throat.
Your grin turned to a smirk, bending further to circle your lips around his nipple. Glancing up at Johnny, he crooked his neck to meet your eyes. Your tongue flattened to his nipple, then lowered your mouth to it and suckled.
Your teeth tempted at his nipple, then tenderly bit around it.
"V," Johnny tried, his voice barely holding ground.
You parted from Johnny's nipple with a satisfied smack. "I aim to please you, baby."
You innocently rested your cheek to his chest, allowing Johnny to rest his hand at the back of your neck. As you sat up again, still holding onto his hips and sank the rest of your length in Johnny's ass.
He shuddered again, dropping his hand from the back of your neck. You slowly pulled out of him, angling your hips to pump into him at a mild rhythm.
Johnny was frozen, moreso broken, as you worked your cock into his ass and watched his brain slowly scramble. His cock twitched against his stomach, leaking more precum against his navel.
His hand clutched into the bedsheets, his eyes lulling with whimpers escaping his beautifully damp lips.
"Pretty boy," you purred, raking your dull nails up and down his torso. "A good, pretty boy on this cock."
Johnny's head writhed on the pillow, wanting to retort though he was devolved to moans and whines of pleasure. You licked your lips, naturally turned on by his beautiful and pitiful noises.
"What a little pillow prince," you cooed, running your hand up to drag your thumb along his bottom lip. "You turn me on, baby."
Johnny managed to lift his head an inch, meeting your eyes from his lounged state. "Y-yeah?"
"Fuck yes," you drew out, reversing your hand back to his chest.
You teased your fingers over his reddened cockhead, his cock straining with veins to hold on. Swirling your fingers in the soft puddle of his cum, you drew them up to your lips and licked the tang from your fingertips.
"Ho-ly," Johnny trembled, throwing his head back again as he white-knuckled the sheets.
You quirked a brow at him, reaching to stroke his length. Johnny's knees buckled from their bend, writhing up and down with finding no escape of the pleasure.
Your hand on his hip steadied him, shushing him to relax again. Johnny's chest reddened as he hiccuped, still trying to hold on.
His neck, decorated with your love bites; his nipple sporting a dull red bite around it. His light skin reacted to your dull nails, showing long thin red lines along his chest. Johnny was a messy collage of your love.
He finally swatted your hand away from his cock, his back arching as your thrusts became longer. You lifted Johnny's hips off of the bed, shortening your thrusts to angle them at his prostate.
Johnny squirmed further, whining and whimpering until he hyperventilated. You paused, easing his hips back down to the bed. Looking at him, you saw his eyes watering.
"Aww, baby," you coaxed, leaning over to kiss Johnny's soft eyelids. "Too much?"
Johnny shook his head, his chest stuck in big breaths before you reached a hand out to the middle of his chest. "Deep breath, you're almost there, baby."
Johnny growled mutedly, tilting his chin up to beg for your kiss. You gave in, your hand slinking down to stroke his cock again in tandem of your soft thrusts.
He whined against your lips, his muted cries of pleasure lost in the chasm of your mouth. Johnny's hand mirrored his other at your hips again, attempting to still you as he broke away with a loud shudder.
His groans echoed through the cave of your room, making you lick your lips at the beautiful sounds. You felt Johnny's cum decorate his stomach, your stomach as well to the close proximity.
You slowed your hips to rest your silicone cock in his ass, allowing Johnny to run his hands up to your tits.
He groped them heartily, ducking his head to decorate both of them with wet kisses. You straightened your back, rocking your hips further into Johnny's ass and earning jostled groan.
When you had your fill of Johnny's mouth praises, you slowly pulled your silicone cock out of his ass. You watched with sick intrigue at how your gummy dick was covered in now bubbly lube. Johnny's used hole gasped, making you feel a bit keen to using him again.
Johnny was slow to move onto his knees before you, grabbing your face to kiss you harder. You were paused in the middle of the bed with Johnny's hands reaching down to undo your straps.
His fingers fumbled blindly to unbind you from your strap, earning a pleased his when the suction came off of your clit. The harness slid down your knees to rest on the bed between you.
"That's my good fucking groupie," Johnny taunted, his fingers finding your pussy and sinking two of his metal fingers into you. He threw his head back at the feeling of you; you gripped onto his shoulders, leaning against him as he pumped his fingers into you quickly.
"And still so fucking wet, goddamn." Johnny's eyes rolled at the feeling of you, turning into your neck to sloppily kiss your skin.
You stayed suspended in his praises, your chin resting against his collar. "Did I do good?"
"Oh baby," Johnny began, his knees wobbling as he leaned you back to the foot of the bed. "You did phenomenal. Let me return the favor."
You hummed, greeting the bed as Johnny unstrapped the harness from around your legs and tossing it away. Sitting up on your elbows, you watched Johnny stretch his body out after you, spreading your legs and curling his arms around your thighs.
You giggled at the ticklish feeling of Johnny's beard on the sensitive skin of your thighs. Raising your hips, you wiggled in his hold before he settled you down with a tender pull.
"Eyes on me, princess," Johnny muttered, keeping your gaze as he descended on your pussy. "Eyes on me."
When Johnny delved his tongue into you, you bit back an eager trill. His fingers dug into your thighs, keeping your legs apart as you rested your hand to the back of Johnny's head.
"Good boy," you taunted back, your chest rising in heavy breaths. "Good, pretty boy."
synopsis: just some random headcanons i have for the cyberpunk men! :3
tags: 18(+) only, suggestive content, mention of explicit content, cyberpunk 2077, the reader is ‘v’, includes hc’s for vik, river, goro, & johnny.
viktor vektor—
a man who loves with his entire heart
he gets soooo excited when he talks about boxing
def accidentally falls asleep during movies
cares more about you than he does himself
is so so obedient
the second you ask for something he immediately says yes ma’am/sir
is 100% a fan of cute nicknames
the type to question why you would ever like an old man like him, especially when the two of you are intimate
is far stronger than you would’ve expected from an “old man”
noisy asf when it comes down to it
could care less about his own pleasure, he focuses everything on making you feel good
would let you ride his face for hours
switches between being a service top to a power bottom depending on the day
river ward—
leaves you a sweet/heartfelt message every morning for you to wake up too
his love language is soooo physical touch
but also buys you flowers every few weeks to replace the old ones
would hug/cuddle with you 24/7 if he could
you fell first, he fell harder
wants to have a giant family one day
loves cooking for you
is stressed constantly from work but the moment he’s with you it all melts away
100% has a breeding kink
constantly praises you for taking him so well
also a very, very talkative man
he talks you through every second of it
a soft dom
goro takemura—
hopeless romantic
wants to live a life of freedom but knows he will always be chained to his corpo master
doesn’t stop him from trying to live his life to the fullest and it’s all because of you
will never admit it but he loves getting gifts from you
keeps every gift you’ve ever given him
dislikes PDA as he has a very traditional outlook on life
would 100% save himself for marriage
is vanilla as vanilla can get
wouldn’t say no to trying new things inside of the bedroom, as long as they’re not too extreme, but almost always defaults right back to mr. vanilla
“i read a book on it once”
johnny silverhand—
quality time is his love language
wants to teach you how to play guitar but explains the cords like “so you do this with this finger and flip it over here and yeah for this you do that”
finally has you in his grasp and he’s never letting go
loves teasing you every chance he gets
would never say it out loud but you are his soulmate
gets a matching “johnny x v” tattoo
knows kerry is the better songwriter between the two of them so he asked him once to write some lyrics for a song for you
def sang it to you on your bday or anniversary
oh he so wanted to fuck you the second he returned to his body
a top without a doubt
loves watching you ride his thigh when you’re really needy
“(Name), what are you wearing?” Takemura eyes squinted at the suit you wore, a far cry from your usual graphic tee and jeans.
“You have me breaking into an Arasaka building. Do you think they’ll let me in wearing my rags?” You adjusted your suit jacket; at this point, you hadn’t worn it in over a year. The dress shoes felt like hell on earth, but you needed to really sell the idea of being corpo again.
“Why do you have that outfit anyway?” Takemura crossed his arms as you both walked down the sidewalk to your car.
“I used to be corpo takemura, but… feels like a lifetime ago now.” Sliding into the front seat, Goro stared harder as he buckled in. “Used to be a rat in the race. But I was a bigger rat.” Takemura grunted.
The drive was silent. Goro explained the plan to you again.
Get in, get some data, and get out—no more, no less.
“Do not cause any bloodshed (Name). We must be sneaky.” Takemura watched you stare into the rear-view mirror and make a face. “In and out, quietly.”
“Yea, just try to keep the car running while I walk in, okay? I’ll keep you on the holo in case things go south.” Your voice was a casual sigh as you pulled up to the sidewalk. Takemura hummed and began to call you.
Your eyes flashed blue as you picked up.
“Alright. I’ll be back.” You checked over your hair and stepped out of the car. Takemura finally took the time to really look at you as you walked away.
Even though you didn’t work at Arasaka anymore, the suit fit like you never left.
Your fine-fitting jacket and slacks made you look sleek and smooth as you approached the guard at the door.
You stood with such confidence, and as you spoke, it made something inside of Takemura stir.
“Hey. Non corpos ain’t allowed on the premises. I’m going to need you to turn around and leave.” The guard tried to size you up, but Takemura watched closely.
“I’m with the IOC, out of my way.” The static of the holo almost drowned out the scoff from the guard. He voiced his doubt about who you were.
“Name.” The guard stuttered and hesitated. “You don’t get my name—”
“I can get your entire life story from Abernathy.” There wasn’t a beat of silence before you continued in such a stern way that Takemura had never heard you use before. He saw your fingers work skillfully to adjust your sleeve and its buttons. “I could get you’re entire pathetic life story before you get the chance to blink.”
“After I let her know how this random inspection of her internal security went, well, at least how it never proceeded.”
There was silence and then a small apology before the door clicked open, and you disappeared inside. Goro sighed in relief as you whispered that the coast was clear and all information was seconds away from being downloaded.
-
“You know he’s totally checking you out.” Johnny materialized, leaning against the closed door, as you jacked into the computer.
“The hell are you talking about?” You grunted as the information successfully finished and was on its way to Takemura. “I didn’t see him check me out.”
“That’s ‘cause you’re too busy checking him out. I got trained eyes to see when someone wants to fuck,” Johnny switched to the empty chair before continuing, “a skill I now see you’ve never had to learn.” Trying to ignore Johnny’s comments you scrolled through the accounts' emails.
“ Saka scum seems excited to see you dressed up.” Johnny lit a cigarette, and the smoke began to swirl. “Probably hard as a rock seeing you roleplay the rat race again.”
Finding a few about a potentially valuable data shard tucked away in the next room.
“Oh, please (Name)! Pull my leash and read out Arasaka's stock projections while you step on my balls!” Johnny wouldn’t relent as you walked into the next room.
It was hard not to sneak, because if you pretended you belonged there, no one would question you.
Weakness and any sign of it would be sniffed out. Stepping into the room, you noticed how the lights seemed to flicker.
“Goro doesn't even talk like that, Johnny. He’s more…” you waved a hand around as you locked the new door behind you. “Poetic. He’s got a real way with words.” There was a shelf covered in small items. And one large locked box under a stack of papers.
Johnny groaned loudly and held his stiff head in his hands. “Oh puh-lease stick to jerking him off in the car I don’t wanna hear it.”
Stifling a laugh, you checked over the box. A quick jack-in would do the trick.
“Don’t jerk him off either, actually. I’ve seen enough corpo dick when I got all your memories flashing through my mind.” Johnny finally vanished as the box popped open.
A bright pink data shard was in the middle and was quickly put into your pocket.
Clearing your throat, you walked back out of the building.
“Abernathy will be hearing from me.” The guard's face dropped as you left the premises.
Takemura avoided your eyes as you jumped into the car. “I have received the files.” That was all he said during the ride back to your apartment.
-
As you drove down the winding roads there was a buzz of a text message.
Militech played out as I hoped. Thank you, and remember - we don’t know each other
Confusion was evident on your face as you quickly got a reply ready to send.
Shame. I was really starting to like you..
No-tell motel. First floor. Come alone.
“What the hell.” You mumbled as you turned onto a different street from the route you were originally on.
“Takemura, I need you for something.” Goro turned his head and eyed you over.
“(Name), I do not have time for your silly games.” Takemura crossed his arms, but it seemed like he hadn’t quite dropped the corpo instincts yet.
“Takemura, I wouldn't ask anyone else to do this for me. Just do as you're goddamn told.” That stern tone of voice was back, and you almost missed the way he shifted in his seat if Johnny had not yelled how, “How he told you so.”
The car slowed onto jig-jig street, and Takemura seemed to panic a little. The Tellell Motel came into view, you finally explained, “might either get kidnapped or beaten, so, need you to stand by for this meeting.”
You straightened yourself out again, “If I’m not back in 4 minutes, something is wrong. And I expect you to know what to do. You’re a smart man.” You landed a firm pat on his shoulder before leaving the car.
Leaning against the windo,w you instructed Goro to take the driver's seat, just in case you needed to delta the fuck out of there. He nodded with a small “yes” and shifted over.
Takemura slightly panted as you walked away. Gripping the leather of the steering wheel, his nails leftminorl crescent marks. He’d been without superiors for a few weeks now, something that was obviously taking a toll on him.
It was a conundrum. He was responsible for so much being under Arasaka, but it felt like, without them, there was so much more to do. He had to think about so much more, like he had to fill in so many blanks.
But the last person he expected to fill any void in his heart was you. He also really didn’t expect becoming half hard at you pulling his leash.
It’s only been one minute since you left, and Takemura's clothes fit tighter as your words rang in his ears.
Do as your goddam told
I expect you to know what to you
You’re smart man
I need you, Takemura
How it made his dick twitch to be back in a position of responsibility, but also be stepped on at the same time. Perhaps he didn’t feel this way before because it wasn’t like Saburo was the most attractive man—
“Bet you didn’t expect to see me here…”
Takemura flinched, but the holo was still connected. The woman’s sultry voice was clear, and the connection was much stronger at a close distance.
“Whoa, Meridith…”
Two minutes, and there was no sign of you. Who were you even meeting here? You told him nothing about what was going on, and all he knew was that a woman was meeting you in a shady motel. And all he did was roll over and comply. He should hang up and leave you to whatever adult activities there were coming up.
There was some shuffling before your voice came out strained.
“WOAH wait, I’m uh, Meridith I’m— married!” Takemura heard you suck in a breath, like you were trying to hold your noise in.
Silence.
Three minutes now.
“Married?” The woman sounded appalled before her voice dipped back down again. “Well, no shame in a fun night. I’m sure you remember the stress of being in corporate—”
“Married to a man, Meridith.” There was the sound of a tongue click and more shuffling.
“The hot ones are always gay. Whatever, just take this and get the hell out.” The woman quickly accepted the news and shoved you out of the room. Goro watched the staircase and how you stumbled down to your car.
Your collar was undone messily, your hair slightly tossed around from its fixed style, and deep red lipstick marks on your neck and the corner of your mouth were smudged.
Four minutes.
“I see you did not get kidnapped…” Takemura began the drive. You looked a little dazed.
“No, I did not. But I did get this!” You whipped out what seemed to be a baton. Small shocks of electricity popped from it as you grinned.
Takemura hung up the holo call and watched the color on your face drain.
“How embarrassing you heard that… sorry, Goro.” You shut off the baton and wiped your face with your sleeve, embarrassed and pensive like a kicked puppy.
Focusing on the road, Takemura sighed. “Do you really think that I have a poetic way of communicating?” his eyes glanced over as you spun the baton in your hand mindlessly.
“Oh yeah! I like hearin’ you talk, I know you think I’m some average night city meat head but I listen.” You poked at his thigh with the inactive baton gently.
The radio was low, rare for any place in Night City. No matter where you were, things were at full blast, advertisements blaring, the news on six screens in every elevator, or just the sounds of people yelling, moaning, or screaming.
But when things were silent, that was cause for concern, like those old nature documentaries that talked about how if a jungle is quiet, a predator is lurking. So low music was the most comforting thing to hear in NC when you could catch it.
“I have an apartment in The Glenn. I don’t know where you’re staying, but it can't be better than my place.” Takemura had gone out of his way to not vocalize to you where he stayed, but his pride almost made him deny the clear offer you were making.
A shower would be nice… and being able to sit on a couch that wasn’t infested also sounded nice.
Turning onto the next exit your apartment building came into view. “How do you afford such a place?” Takemura asked as he parked and admired the large building.
“Merc work isn’t a joke, if people have something they need done they’re willing to throw life changing money at it.” Stepping into the building the receptionist waved and greeted you. Takemura nodded and stepped into the elevator with you.
“I’ll make you something to eat, I think you’ll like it.” Takemura scrunched his nose. He hated the food in Night City. Something he made clear to you many times over as he kept trying to find something that tasted real, something that didn’t make him puke at the taste of it.
Walking into your apartment Goro was in awe.
There was a kitchen, a pool table, a large tv with a huge couch. ‘Incredible what being a thief could get you.’ Takemura thought as you slid off your old work jacket. You laid it against the back of the couch, before your attention was stolen by your little cat.
It purred and meowed as you kissed its little grey head. Dragging its face against your hand for more love.
“Hi sweet thing. Sorry I’ve been gone so long.” The cat mewled and it’s paw reached for you as you pulled away.
You were saying something or the other, about knowing people and getting him a special treat. Loosening your tie, and rolling up your sleeves, your voice faded in for a moment. You mentioned something being home grown. But Takemura couldn’t focus.
Were you…attractive?
You washed your hands and used your cyberwear to turn on the kitchen's radio. You offer Takemura to use anything in the apartment. The shower or the built- in washer and dryer.
As you begin to mix a few things in a bowl, smiling to yourself and swaying lightly to the music on your radio, it dawned on Takemura how little he really thought of you in any sense other than an acquaintance. Two people who needed each other.
And how it was almost painful to watch you be a handsome man in a suit. Being sweet to a small animal, cooking him a meal, opening your home to him.
“I need a cold shower.”
“Oh! Of course Goro, here I’ll show you where it is.”
You rinsed your hands again before leading Takemura up a flight of stairs, past your messy bed, and finally to your shower. It was just a glass door. No curtain or anything for privacy. Not even frosted glass.
“Here I’ll get you some clothes and put the rest in the wash for you.” You patted his shoulder before disappearing.
Goro finally began to look at himself, his hair loosely hanging from its bun and it felt like the lack of proper food and sleep was peeling away at his skin. He sighed and pulled his hair tie. The ink black of his hair made the grey glow. Letting his jacket fall to the ground he started to loosen his own white button up.
And his mind trailed back to you. How the suit clings to just the right places on your body. How you were able to sneak around and have an opposing aura. It made him twitch as he pushed his button up off of his shoulders.
“Okay I tried to find something that’ll fit you, but they might be a little big—.” You rounded the corner with two towels and some folded clothes in your arms.
“Oh wow,” you froze and Takemura watched your eyes flick from his hair to his bare chest before you coughed and held out the items to him. Takemura noticed your button up had the first few buttons undone. Exposing your chest very subtly.
You both looked away from each other as you scrambled back to the kitchen. A red-ish hue was across Takemura's face and chest.
He’s a grown man, he shouldn’t be flushed to see your chest or at the attention you gave him. You two have been in more stressful situations in much smaller spaces.
Granted you both weren’t being shot at, at this moment.
Brushing his hair, Takemura sighed as he felt his dick get hard. All he needed was a cold shower and the problem would go away. Kicking off his shoes and bottoms he was ready to freeze this heat that was growing in its tracks.
Wow your shower was confusing.
Goro stared at the knob, twisting it did nothing. Pushing it and pulling it also did nothing. How embarrassing he needed your help once again.
But Goro had a better idea, he’d just text you.
This shower is complex. How do I turn it on?
“Flick the handle up and then turn it Takemura!” Your voice yelled from downstairs.
Finally walking into the shower the water sprayed at a comfortable warmth. The water ran down his back, easing the worn muscles almost instantly. Takemura groaned and put his hands against the wall.
Sure cold water would help the problem but he’d be damned if he didn’t enjoy this for a little bit. He lathered the wash cloth you gave him in body wash. Your body wash.
A smell he didn’t realize he’d recognize the moment he began to scrub his body.
The smell was all consuming, it was as if you were surrounding him completely.
Definitely not helping
Washing around stomach and thighs, the idea was tempting him. But he couldn’t. Not in your home. Scrubbing harsher Takemura ignored the ache and flipped the water to cold, as cold as his body could handle to wash his hair.
(Mentions of V, Reader, Vik Vector, Takemura, and Kerry all being involved separately and together lol)
No person owned anything in Night City. Anyone who “owned” something was owned by someone else, and a company owned that person. Everything was about who you know.
V has been able to get by for a while on his own, but he would be lying if having some older man for almost every need was great and made his days easier.
A doctor and ex-boxer could check him out and give him the best implants with a kiss on the cheek.
Getting taught arasaka or other large corps methods and processes explained in detail to him by a handsome silver fox.
Getting into fancy places for being the input of a famous rock star.
Hell Johnny was constantly with him, giving him some sort of company.
And you? Well, you gave him something he wasn’t exactly able to get before.
More net running experience.
When he stumbled into your shop at Vik's instruction, he thought it was some cheesy BD.
You were beautiful and intelligent. Your chrome shone across your body, and strong cyberwear pieces were hidden under your very loose clothing. How you offered him quickhacks he had no idea existed because you made them yourself!! He was smitten.
He remembers when he made a joke about your clothes, asking if you were allergic to putting your chest and legs away. You explained that the net running you did could cause you to overheat, so very little clothing kept you safe.
There was no way for V to prove your clothes were better than the net running suits he saw T-Bug wear, but he would be the last to complain about seeing the silks across your body slowly dip and fall when you reached for something.
He ran through gigs with almost comical stealth, strength, or speed thanks to you. It was a roll of the dice what quickhacks he’d use to keep himself entertained. You even made some he requested for small things.
At first it was advanced quickhacks that would last longer, and eventually it became random texts from him at any hour asking ‘can you make one where they shit their pants immediately?’
And being a young man, at his peak, he couldn’t help but ask for special quick hacks. You laughed a sexy laugh and told him you’d message him when you’d have them done.
It’s been a week, and V had almost forgotten the request. He’d been finishing up the local fights his coach put him in, and fighting a set of ‘twins,’ a guy with a bomb on his face, and an expecting father kept him a bit busy. And with the win of his match against Razor, Vik insisted on a small party.
It was a small party indeed, as Kerry had booked an entire club for the night. V was unaware of it, but you had the quickhacks equipped, and everyone was in on it.
V was none the wiser as Takemura endlessly thanked Kerry for real food, and you and Vik sat on each side of him, drinking and talking.
Praising him for winning each fight, you knew he’d pull through. The compliments made him feel mushy, a feeling he’d only let himself feel knowing he was safe here. Vik started to ramble about how that's the downside of boxing, using so many implants. Something V really tried to focus on–
Only until a small flicker in your eye caught his attention.
You were great at what you did; you'd never slip and make it obvious that you were about to use a quickhack. But as the blue flicker flashed in your eyes, you looked to V. Waiting for a sign.
A nod, a yes, hell even a thumbs up before sending the hack. And as V shyly nodded, he felt his half-hard dick become fully erect within seconds.
He tried not to whine as you whispered the name of each quickhack.
Your fingers trailed his thigh, feeling up the denim as Vik slipped off his jacket, which you both lovingly called ridiculous. Kerry and Takemura finally turned to watch the show. Seeing V, the best merc in all of Night City, shivering as you whispered in his ear.
“Don’t worry about the hacks not working; we each tested them thoroughly.” Kerry nodded proudly, biting his lip while Takemura went a little pink and crossed his legs.
V suddenly felt his body slump on its own, and his breathing slowed down to a calm and steady pace. He’s never felt more relaxed, even though he’d just been in a boxing match; it felt like he was on a cloud. His legs felt like jelly as you and Vik lifted his grey shirt over his light abs. Putting him on display as the other two men finally approached. Everyone's eyes were eating him alive, and he couldn't fight back. He didn't want to, being voluntarily reduced to a loose mess, getting kissed on each side of his neck with two other men watching? What a gift.
“You know,” V’s voice wobbled as Vik bit right over his pulse point. “I was hoping I’d get to use the– ah fuck quickhacks myself.” Your hands pulled open his belt, a fuzzy feeling went down Vs thighs as you held them open. The cyberwear on your fingers had to be doing something as they buzzed against his dick.
As your hand reached out and began to stroke him the silk shirt you wore fell down your shoulders. Teasing the opportunity of seeing your chest which excited V.
The pads of your thumb and pointer finger squeezed the tip of V's dick, the pointed and sharp pleasure made his legs kick in response. He couldn’t contain the string of moans that fell from his lips as Kerry helped get his jeans the rest of the way off.
“Just got these this week,” you kissed V’s cheek. “They got good reviews from everyone else. How do you feel?” You paused between each word as the vibration pulsed and changed speeds rapidly before settling back on a slow pulse that dragged out.
V’s eyes squinted before watching as Kerry's hands stroked your thigh and his in tandem. It was really hot to imagine you three getting together and screwing around, but there was a pang of… well, not jealously but being ticked off that he didn’t get to see such sessions.
The saltiness faded as he felt the knot in his stomach tighten, his mouth hung open when he saw your eye flicker again.
He was right as the edge right there but as Kerry sat on your lap and took your attention away V just couldn’t—
“Holy shit” he couldn’t cum. Being stuck at the edge as Viks hand tore his underwear off, leaving his weeping cock to twitch for everyone to see.
It leaked like crazy as two hands began to jerk him off. The high of being at the edge being prolonged made V shake.
Tears burned his eyes as he choked back a moan. His fingers dug into the Synth-leather of the club's seats, he looked to Vik desperate but the older man just grinned and squeezed his dick firmer.
Looking back at you only turned him on more, which he didn’t think was possible and Kerry finally pushed the silk from your shoulders and made out with you. V was panting now, it was almost becoming painful but his muscles were so relaxed all he could do was lay there and take it.
The gentle fabric pooled around your hips as you peaked an eye open.
There was no flicker this time, and it dawned on him that you were going to keep him from cuming. It made his stomach burn, you all were going to keep this going for as long as you could. The idea would’ve made him cum but that was impossible. Your eye looked just past him and there was a flicker.
Takemura groaned and finally walked over, just to kneel right before V, tucking in between his legs with a flushed face. Vik moved behind Takemura and guided his head to lay on Vs thigh.
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