TIL DAWN (FIGHT FOR MY LIFE) +18 FANFIC CYBERPUNK
CHAPTER 1 HERE!
Fanfic +18 based on Johnny Silverhand from cyberpunk, This fanfic has nothing to do with canon, fuck canon. This universe is completely different except for the fact that the world is a shit and the aesthetic remains the same. It's a Silver x Fem V fic. I'm writing this for fun, and if you like fanfics with sexual tension, Good drama and explicit content, this one's for you, girls. (It's somewhat inspired by a dream I had, there will be new characters, and I'll upload it all here to Tumblr.)
ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!!
FUCK THE CANON I WANT MY SHIP BITCH
She was completely drunk; she'd never felt the effects of alcohol before, and maybe that's what fueled her desire to be on top of Johnny. She clumsily lowered herself to his abdomen, lifted his shirt, and unbuckled his belt. She grabbed the beer bottle and poured it onto his bulge, savoring the drink insatiably from his toned abs. Johnny threw his head back, taking a deep breath, but stopped her with his right hand. "I'll have to stop you there,"
"But I want to." He'd never seen her so desperate in all the time they'd known each other, and it was such an exciting sight for him.
He couldn't help but smile and whisper, "And you have no idea how much I want you to."
CHAPTER 1
The world went to hell. Nuclear wars, economic crises, the advance of AI, among millions of other things that the few humans on Earth could describe.
It's 2030, and things are a little different than they used to be. Now it's eat or be eaten (literally; they can kill you even for going to get a soda).
That's what V didn't know. She had been cut off from all civilization for the last 10 years.
Harmony Hills, USA
She was finally free. A small boat to the shore guided her to dry land, far from those shitty hills that had held her captive for years. She had no belongings or money to go with her, only a bag that still dripped with the bloodstains that had fallen on it earlier.
V ran her trembling hands over her shaved head and decided it was time to use her only possession: a pink wig, in perfect condition. It looked deserted. Was this what Ocean Beach had been like 10 years ago? There was hardly anyone there, and everything looked as if everyone had left. It's not like she wanted anyone to see her traumatized and wearing a white coat now stained red.
She stopped at an empty 7-Eleven. There were plenty of refrigerated drinks, but still no one was there. Had they really abandoned Ocean Beach? What the hell had happened these last 10 years? The sound of the door opening alerted her instincts.
Hiding behind a shelf, she heard footsteps echoing throughout the store, but the terrified pounding of her heart was louder. Then her bare feet slipped on a can of Mountain Dew, sending her tumbling headfirst to the floor.
The unknown figure moved swiftly toward her. V reacted by throwing the cans of Dr Pepper she had grabbed.
"Don't hurt me!" V covered her face with her arm and turned away, paralyzed with fear.
“Jesus, calm down, I won’t hurt you…”
V wasn’t looking directly at him, but she noticed the stranger approach her and offer his hand.
“…Unless you want to…” A tall, bespectacled man with a rough appearance smiled at her with a confused expression.
“You have a little blood on your clothes, by the way.” Notice the sarcasm
She was still terrified and couldn't utter a word; in fact, that sentence was the only thing she'd said out loud in the last two weeks.
"Hmm... The fucking cops are going to take you in if they see you like this." He ran a hand through his straight, dark hair before saying,
"Let's make a deal. You give me the gum sticking out of your pocket, and I'll keep the police from taking you in." Not a word; she just handed her the gum immediately and stood up, looking around at the Mountain Dew mess she made during the attack. "Good girl, why don't you get in the car?"
No one said anything in the last 10 minutes of the car ride until the man decided to break the silence.
"I heard you talking in the store. Why aren't you saying anything?" He glanced sideways at V, but she didn't answer, only staring out the window at the reflection of a lonely, changed San Diego California.
"Are you scared? Is that why you're not talking?" She just said yes with her head. For someone who was scared, she looked pretty tough, as if she wanted to hide her own fear behind that shell that, no matter how hard she tried, could never conceal her true feelings.
He just smiled without taking his eyes off the road. "Thank God, for a minute I thought you were retarded." "Are you going to tell me why you look like Carrie?" he whispered as he lit his cigarette
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