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gococogo · 8 days

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Would "You blush so beautifully" be okay for a cyberpunk story. I can imagine johnny saying something cheeky that gets v all flustered and he cant help by blush. Congratulations on 100 followers btw.

Prompt 2 | SilverV

Synopsis: Johnny has come to a realization that he likes how the merc blushes more than he thought.

Word Count: 1.3K

Pairing: Johnny Silverhand / Male!V

Warnings: Hand job. Choking. Praise. Thigh riding.

Notes: Thank you so much for your request! You're the only person that requested Cyberpunk and I love that I got this one. I did change up the way the prompt was said a bit just to make it fit a bit better. Hope you still enjoy :)

V groans to himself as he throws his bomber jacket onto the ground where it’ll stay. All until he remembers about it. Nibbles meows from the bed but doesn’t make any effort to stand up and greet him. He curls up even tighter in the messed up sheets and blankets, too comfy to do anything else. Not wanting to disturb the cat, V flops down on the couch instead.

“Well, that was very intense.”

V moves his head up so he can spy Johnny sitting on the other end of the lounge. He mumbles something that has the rocker’s eyebrows furrowing and his lit cigarette pausing near his mouth. When the merc doesn’t go on further to repeat himself, Johnny rolls his eyes and takes a long draw of his cig. He blows out a thick cloud of smoke that disappears into nothing.

The odd little gig that Regina had given V was just that. Odd. It included getting a doll out of Night City and across of the border. It was going all smoothly until he offered to pay in sex rather than eddies. Something that V had become very flustered over and denied it, saying it wasn’t necessary. The next thing that happened had V all flustered and going as red as a tomato.

He had patted V’s cheek with a sweet smile and said, “You’re a good boy, you know that? Don’t change that sweet lil’ heart of yours. Regina picked the right merc.”

“Intense?” Johnny quips. “All he did was offer you a good bang.”

V awkwardly looks up from where he is on the couch at the rocker boy. He pulls smoke on his cigarette and blows it out in V’s way. The digital smoke curls around him and for a second, he can almost smell the cheap tobacco.

“Yeah whatever. You try keeping your cool while six border guards stare at you,” V bites back as he sits up in the couch.

“And to think you robbed Arasaka of their most prized possession,” Johnny mumbles.

“Fuck you, too,” the merc quips, flipping the bird to the engram.

He runs a hand down his face and when he opens his eyes his heart jumps from his chest. Johnny stands over him, his smoking cigarette held out to the side. He watches a speck of ash fall off the end and onto the carpet where it disappears instantly. All digital.

“The fuck you want,” V snaps.

Without a word, Johnny kicks V’s foot to part his legs. The merc raises a brow, eyeing him down. He doesn’t move his legs back together though, all too curious on where the rocker is going with this.

“So, because sex was involved you want to finish what I didn’t start? Funny,” V says unimpressed.

Johnny shakes his head. “No. By God, you’re thick sometimes,” he says as he flicks his smoke into V’s face.

The merc flinches, having felt it hit his skin before disappearing. Johnny bends over a little and grabs V’s face with his silver hand, squishing his cheeks. He looks at the merc over the top of his aviators, almost inspecting him. Dark eyes hover over his lips.

“I like the way your face goes as red as a fucking tomato when someone compliments you. You know that shit happens to you right?” Johnny comments. And he can only smirk as V’s cheek blush a beautiful colour.

V doesn’t move though. He should swat Johnny off, tell him to fuck off. Especially when the hand slips down to wrap around his throat, squeezing ever so slightly. He grabs onto the rocker’s wrist, but doesn’t pull him away. Instinct more than anything.

With Johnny’s other hand, he cups V’s growing bulge in his pants and kneads it a little too painfully. V hisses and tries to sit up but Johnny pushes him back down by his throat. This only turns V on further and he grips Johnny’s hand tighter. He can feel the warmth of the cyberware against his skin. Too real to think it’s fake.

“Now, now. Don’t wanna go against the whore’s words and be a bad-“

“Don’t you finish that sentence, you prick,” V snaps but he can feel his face growing hot.

Johnny chuckles lightly. “For a merc, you have a beautiful blush.”

Hearing those words from his mouth, it only makes V’s face all the redder. A stifled groan escapes his throat as Johnny works him through his pants. If the rocker doesn’t touch him proper soon, he’s going to throw him off. So instead of waiting, with his free hand he unbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants just enough for his hard cock to free itself.

Johnny grips V’s cock firmly and begins a steady yet edging pace. All while squeezing even harder around his throat that has the merc gripping onto Johnny harder. Breathing becomes a little hard as his hold is firm and tight, making V’s head light. But he isn’t complaining.

“Did you know your ears go red as well?” Johnny asks, more to mock than anything else.

V grinds his teeth, his gut coiling as pleasure and warmth shoot through him. This even pace that Johnny is doing is agonizing and painful.

“Shut up,” V spits, even though he’s enjoying this a little too much.

Johnny knocks his legs part a tad more before sliding his leather clad knee up against V’s balls. A shiver runs down his spine at the contact and he tries his best to grind back down onto Johnny. He grips the couch with his free hand, trying to reach his high as quickly as he can because he knows how much Johnny likes to watch him squirm. His gut coils at each stroke and he can feel his balls tense.

“Faster,” V groans out.

His breathing becomes short and shallow as Johnny continues the pace on his weeping cock. He’s fully hard and precum leaks from his tip that the rocker collects with his thumb before gliding it down the base and repeating. He isn’t going to change his pace. Each stroke has V shaking and groaning from deep in his throat. They become louder as a thumb is dug deeper into the soft skin underneath V’s jaw, another shiver running down his back. He can barely breath but he’s also so close. He can feel his balls tightening against Johnny’s leg.

“All red in the face from just a hand job,” Johnny grins into his words, enjoying the view a bit too much. “I wonder what you’d look like if someone actually fucked you good and proper.” He speaks the word almost so blandly but it still strikes like a punch to the gut to V’s dick in a way that has spots coming to his vision.

The thought of Johnny taking him, fucking into him rough and hard. Watching V squirm and moan over his cock is enough to have the merc reaching his climax. Hot cum weeps from his cock and onto his toros. His whole body goes stick and ridged and V feels like he can’t breathe for a moment. He can feel Johnny’s eyes on him, eating him up. He keeps stroking V through his orgasm, pumping every last bit of cum out of him until he’s a shaking mess on the couch. Until it’s a sticky mess all over himself.

He lets go of V but keeps near, his knee still positioned between V’s legs. V pants and swallows thickly, trying to collect himself the best he can with the rocker hovering over him still. He tries his best to sit up straight but doesn’t go far.

“Heh,” Johnny chuffs before he smokes on a cigarette he’s pulled from thin air. “I think I finally understand why everyone is so eager to get in your pants.”

“Go eat a dick,” V snaps through his short inhales and exhales.

The rocker only smiles around his cigarette. “Looking like that, don’t tempt me V,” he mocks.

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gococogo · 9 days

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Got a request ready for tomorrow :) finally

See you then

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gococogo · 16 days

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The fanfic writer's curse is real.

Why is it I have to go get a fucking brain scan in a few weeks haha

I'm okay though... still hanging in there and working at those requests for the event haha :)

#coco updates #I'm fine #truly #just my health causing a delay in posting for now #lil milestone

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gococogo · 17 days

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Wait....have you considered what it means before taking this pose?

#coco reblogs #shay patrick cormac #ac rogue #shay cormac #assassin's creed rogue

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gococogo · 21 days

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#coco reblogs #god I love your style so much #shay cormac #assassin's creed #assassins creed rogue #shay patrick cormac

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gococogo · 25 days

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Hello would it be ok to have a destiel fanfic with prompts "Just like we promised" and "I've missed your touch" i love ur work <3

Prompt 1 | Destiel

Synopsis: Dean has been out on a hunt for over a month and hasn't called Cas at all. He's still getting use to this whole fucking an angel thing.

Word Count: 2.9K

Pairing: Dean Winchester / Castiel

Warnings: Angst. Sappy. Smutty.

Notes: It's more than okay to want this. This was a pleasure to write and I hope you enjoy what i created! Enjoy!

The pacing became a constant thing on the fourth week. On the fifth, the nail biting had started. A bad habit he’s picked up from Sam out of all people, a nasty human habit. But the satisfaction behind it to relieve stress almost calms Cas’s nerves. He had paced from the main foyer to the kitchen to Dean’s room. Dean’s room is one of the main places that Castiel had resided.

When the sixth week came around, Cas’s nails were all chewed off and he had began picking at the skin around them. Dean was meant to call an entire week ago. No SMS either. No even a single prayer. Complete radio silence.

Sam had given Castiel Charlie’s number in case he got bored. Dean had made a comment about Charlie’s Angels. Something Cas didn’t understand until he had looked it up on his own phone later that day. But Sam had insisted yet Castiel declined saying he would be perfectly fine, for angel’s cannot feel human depths of boredom, just passing time.

One thousand and eight hours and six minutes to be exact. So, the angel isn’t bored per say, just very, deathly worried about Dean. And Sam.

The fourth day of the sixth week, the chunk and click of the bunker door snaps Castiel out of his trance in the main foyer. He stands up from where he sits at the table as laughter and voices burst into the bunker. By God is it good to hear their voices but at the same time it brings out so many bad emotions that vibrate his being and make him grind his teeth.

Sam is first to walk down the stairs, a duffle bag slung over his shoulder and a grin upon his face. When he spots the angel, his smile faulters. He tries his best to play it off but Cas sees the uncertainty.

“Oh, Castiel!” Sam says more surprised than anything, “I didn’t expect you to still be here!” He speaks as if the conversation they had over a month ago never happened. Which only -what’s that word Dean uses- pisses him off even more.

“I’ve been here this entire time,” Cas grumbles.

Which is below an angel of the lord like himself but the frustration flickering around inside of him is something that he hasn’t felt in a good while. Probably since apocalypse days.

“Cas!”

All eyes go to the older brother making his way down the stairs. Unlike Sam, Dean isn’t unscathed. His lip is busted, and his entire right eye is blackened. His eyebrow is split, and three gauze strips hold it together.

As soon as Dean comes down the last set of stairs, Cas is already across the room pushing past Sam to press two fingers to his forehead. The hunter straightens up at the sudden wellness that comes over him. His bruising disappears and fades into yellow and the cuts and scrapes heal without a scar. He goes to thank the angel but all he sees is a very frustrated one in front of him.

“You were suppose to contact me,” Castiel speaks firmly. Like angel of the lord firm. “But I received none of the sort.”

Sam goes deathly quiet behind them. He places his duffle bag of guns and knives on the table which make a louder noise than he originally intended. As if the sound is cutting through the thick tension in the room.

Dean sucks in air through teeth as he tries to avoid eye contact with the angel. But it doesn’t matter where he looks because Cas is only a few inches from him. So those deep blue eyes is all he sees.

“The hunt got very busy, Cas you know how it gets,” Dean argues poorly as he shrugs his shoulders. “We didn’t have time.”

“We had plenty of time,” Sam comments from the table.

Castiel slowly turns his attention towards Sam with a frown. All while Dean looks to his brother with a look of betrayal mixed with disgust. Sam swallows thickly and picks up his duffle bag.

“I’ll go put these away in the stash,” Sam grins sheepishly as he scoots himself across the room.

Blue returns back to green who looks more like a hurt child than anything. And all that anger and frustration is slow to wash away as Cas brings a hand to Dean’s cheek. The hunter flinches away slightly at first but stays in the warm touch of the angel.

“I still don’t know what I’m doing, Cas,” Dean murmurs.

The angel lets out a deep sigh that has his shoulders drooping. Oh Dean.

“I’m…” The hunter clears his throat, readjusting his tone to something more manlier. “I’m still very new to this. To us.”

Cas holds Dean’s face in both his hands, almost engulfing his face but the hunter stays so still. Why still keep up this façade that doesn’t work on the angel? He’s seen him break and cry and become soft so many times. Why still keep up daddy’s good lil soldier in front of him?

A soft kiss is planted on Dean’s forehead over his once black eye. Then, like all the other times Cas has kissed Dean, he kisses the hunter gently and warmly. The heat that the angel radiates is like a furnace yet so inviting.

Dean grabs onto Castiel’s trench coat as he leans forward, deepening the kiss a little. In this moment, Cas can put his own irritation aside for this. He holds Dean, taste the hint of jerky on his mouth from the trip here. It isn’t the most pleasant of tastes, but Dean has kissed him with worst. Much worse.

Calloused hands make their way under Cas’s coat to his waist. This, this is something the angel has missed. Even if it has been a month and two weeks. Too long for his own good.

Unlike Cas, Dean pulls away to inhale a breath of air. The hunter smiles something wicked and Cas’s eyes slightly widen. Dean’s fingers loop into Cas’s belt and flips the buckle open a little too swiftly and a little too eagerly. A soft grip latches onto his wrist, stopping him in his movements. Dean raises a brow at the angel.

“I don’t think Sam will be too impressed if he catches us out here,” Castiel points out sternly, “Like last time.”

Dean barks out a fit of laughter, the memory coming to mind of Sam’s horrified face at the sight of the two. Dean splayed out on the table with the angel over him, his blue eyes as wide as saucepans. Both stark ass naked with the angel’s white butt out on full display.

“Why not?” Dean chuckles out.

Cas can’t help but roll his eyes. With his grip still on Dean’s wrist he begins backing up slowly across the foyer, dragging Dean along.

“You worry too much,” Dean grins.

“I don’t think I worry enough,” Cas bites back playfully.

Dean stops the angel and draws him into for another deep kiss. One that has him gripping the back of Cas’s hair and looping his fingers back into his belt. Dean pulls away but only mere millimetres, not wanting to stay away for too long.

Those green eyes lock onto the angel and Cas won’t lie, he’s missed those emeralds. He runs a thumb over Dean’s freckled cheek and smiles softly when he sees that everything is the same. No more bruises or cuts. Dean follows the notion with a side eye, almost wanting to pull away but staying still and stiffens under the touch.

It takes both of them a good while to get back to Dean’s room. Having to push the hunter there rather than drag him along since he kept stopping Cas. He isn’t vocal about it but he can tell that the hunter can’t keep his hands off of Cas.

Clothes come off a little too easily and Cas can’t help but frown when he spots more cuts and bruises on Dean’s frame. With soft touches, Cas heals them without a second thought. Dean shivers under the touch, his eyes tracking every movement. With a warm glow, Cas heals a deep purple bruise on Dean’s chest that has the hunter breathing a little easier. But with that he pushes Dean back onto the bed. The springs creak under his weight and he disrupts the perfectly made blankets. Cas’s work.

Dean tries to sit up on the bed but is pushed down again when Cas straddles his lap. He runs his hands over Dean’s body once more, making sure that he hasn’t missed any nicks and cuts. He could heal Dean in one go, but where’s the fun in that?

“I’ve…” Dean hesitates, adverting his gaze downwards to the angel’s hands. “I’ve missed your touch.”

“Hmm,” Cas hums at that with a smile.

“I wish I had called,” Dean continues. “Or sent a text. But I’m scared alright. As stupid as that sounds.”

The angel’s smile falls at that. To respond to that, he clasps the hunter’s face in his hands and kisses him softly unlike before. He moves his hips down on Dean as well, making the hunter squirm under his weight. Maybe he can forgive Dean after all.

In between the kisses, the angel mumbles out, “It’s not stupid at all.”

The result of watching Dean’s face go beet red is a reward in it’s own. Cas kisses him again, humming into his mouth with satisfaction. Such a human thing to do. How much he’s changed since being around Dean. He’s changed him so much. Does Dean realize just how much he’s done for the angel? Or is he blind to that fact? Maybe he might have to ask him one day. But not now.

Not when he feels Dean’s grip tighten on his hips, wanting him to grind down harder into him. The friction is something that the hunter craves at this moment. He grows hard and his dick rubs in between the angel’s cheeks. Precum leaks from Dean’s dick, making the glide easier.

Cas sits up slowly and as if out of nowhere, he holds Dean’s bottle of lube in hand. Dean’s stares at it bug eyed for a moment but doesn’t question it because he knows he left that in the bottom draw of his dresser. Where it normally stays. Either Cas miraculously brought the bottle to his hand or it was always on the bed and he just didn’t see it. Either either, both make sense for the angel.

“Let me,” Dean says as he takes the bottle from him.

Lathering his fingers up generously, Dean a little too eagerly brings his hand around Cas’s ass and inserts two fingers. The angel grunts at the sudden penetration, his eyes fluttering shut. With Dean’s other hand as he sets a quick pace to open up Cas, he kneads his thumb into the angel’s hips. Holding on as if he’s going to fly away with those wings of his.

Cas towers over Dean, scrunching up the blankets into his fists next to the hunter’s head. More lube is added and then a third finger is fitted right to the next others. Cas’s breathing becomes heavy, every nerve in his body buzzing and every inch of his grace humming. He can feel everything a little too well for his own good. The stretch of the three fingers, the way his hard cock rubs up against Dean’s, the way that he’s been wanting to feel Dean’s touch once more. Too much.

Deeming the angel ready, Dean brings his lubed fingers to slick his own dick up. He exhales shakily, holding himself together by a thread. The entire hunt, the Angel of Thursday was on his mind yet he was too coward to send a simple prayer. Next time. Next time we won’t be so stupid.

Cas exhales shakily, opening his eyes to meet a lustful green graze. The angel looks into those eyes fondly with a smile coming upon his reddened lips. He kisses Dean again, this time deepening it and grinding down on the hunter again. Dean grunts under him and digs that thumb into his hip a little more.

Dean guides the head of his dick to Cas’s ass, rubbing himself between his cheeks a few times. He pushes the tip of his dick in, humming in the kiss at the warmth he feels. He pushes in a little deeper and breaks the kiss, his face scrunching up into something needy. Cas continues lining Dean’s exposed neck though with small kisses, sucking and biting lightly. Dean groans as he grabs onto the angel’s hips with both hands to help guide him down.

Cas winces but moans something whiny into the hunter’s skin. He still smells like the hunt. Gun powder, cheap pharmacy cologne and musk. Dean grunts with every push. He fucks into Cas eagerly, but the angel isn’t going to stop him. He’s enjoying this too much. He’s missed Dean too much to let this pass. His body buzzes and constricts with pleasure that he can’t help the noises that comes his mouth. He can feel himself shaking in the hunter’s hold, his grace vibrating within.

Dean pushes Cas down onto him until he’s flush against his hips. The angel groans and breathes heavily as Dean only gives him a few seconds of adjustment before he begins a quick pace again. Each time he thrusts into Cas, he brings the angel down just as hard that gets a satisfying grunt from him.

The hunter sits up suddenly, still holding onto Cas so that they’re flush against each other. With each movement, Cas’s dick rubs up against their stomachs. The angel holds onto him as he lets the hunter fucks out everything from the hunt. Dean groans deep within his throat as he keeps moving at a constant pace, thrusting into Cas on his lap. It’s more of an awkward bob at this point, both being too desperate to do much more. But both are satisfied right now.

But Dean wants more. Suddenly, he flips and throws Cas onto the bed with little effort. He grabs onto the back of the angel’s knees and pushes his legs up so that he’s almost folded in half. He lines himself up again, this time slipping in easier than the last.

The new angle has Cas shivering and grunting with each thrust into him. He digs his fingernails into Dean’s shoulder, unable to gain control of the delicious noises coming from his throat.

Through shaky pants, Dean is able to grumble out a deep, “I’ve missed you.”

Another shiver runs down Cas’s back, earning a whimper like sound from him. The hunter’s cock passes by that sweet bundle of nerves inside of Cas that has him grunting with each movement. Cas wraps his legs around Dean, holding him close as the hunter’s thrust become short and shallow. Dean comes down for a sloppy kiss, mostly broken by breaths of shaky inhales.

“I’ve-“ Dean pecks Cas on the mouth, cutting him off. “missed you-“ another kiss, “…too.”

Dean brings a hand down to wrap about the angel’s leaking cock, flicking a thumb over his tip with every stroke. Cas arches his back the best he can in the position he’s in and startles out a cry. By God, he can feel himself getting close. His body buzzes and feels like tv static with just a simple touch. He doesn’t want this to be over already, but with Dean abusing that sweet part inside of him he can’t hold on at all.

Cas chokes out a strangled cry as his whole body and grace feels like it’s going to explode. He releases hot strips into Dean’s hand as he digs his bitten nails deeper into the hunter’s shoulders. He heals the bruising before it even comes about, even in his stare of high. Dean keeps fucking through his orgasm, making it ten times more intense.

“Dean,” Cas grits out.

With a few couple of more hard thrusts, Dean drives his cock deeper into Cas as he reaches his own orgasm. Dean stiffens up, unmoving as he cums hot and deep within the angel. Who would have thought. Fucking an angel of the lord.

Cas shivers at the new sensation of the warmth inside of him. He grits his teeth, holding Dean in place. He doesn’t think he can handle the hunter moving at this given moment. Both stay still for a good few minutes, a panting and sweaty mess. Cas can’t help but shake faintly, his breathing ragged and uneven. He can feel his grace is all over the place and he tries his best to collect himself.

But it’s very hard when Dean lands on top of the angel with an audible, “Oof,” slipping out of the angel in the process. Cas places a hand on his back and gives him a light pat on the shoulder. But Dean doesn’t move and inch, his face flat against the nape of his neck.

“I’m coming with you next time,” Cas grumbles out.

Whatever Dean says next, it’s lost into a mumble and jumble of words in the angel’s neck. This earns a short chuff from the angel, knowing full well that the hunter can’t stop him in doing so. What he says goes. But right now, he’s fully content in laying in for a few minutes. He’s fine in letting time pass by when it’s with Dean Winchester.

Have an amazing day/night ;)

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gococogo · 27 days

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I know I've been MIA for the past two weeks. Longer than I thought. I should have a request ready in the next few days.

I prefer quality over quantity. Slow and steady wins the race. :)

Hope you guys can understand. Thank you all!!

#coco updates #lil' milestone event

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gococogo · 27 days

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👀

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gococogo · 1 month

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this is sick af

🦅

#coco reblogs #assassin's creed #haytham kenway #ac fanart

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gococogo · 1 month

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Omg thank you all so much, i didn't expect to get this many requests!! I best get to work then so I'll be m.i.a for a week or two writing these prompts.

But that doesn't mean the event is closed. It's still open!

I'll see you guys then!!

#coco updates #fanfic #lil' milestone event #assassin's creed #shaytham #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #bucky barnes #marvel #sam wilson #sambucky #fic #fanfiction #assassin's creed rogue #shay cormac #haytham kenway

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gococogo · 1 month

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drop this sunflower🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! lets spread a little sunshine ☀ (also congrats on 100 followers 🧡🧡🧡)

omg thank you so much!! haha you're too kind

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LIL' MILESTONE EVENT

Hello everyone and welcome to the Lil Milestone Event!! We have officially hit 100 goddamn fucking followers! Good lord. Where did you all come from.

But anyways. I wanted to do a small little prompt list where you guys are more than welcome to request anything from these universes. Have it be a ship or x reader. I'll do it. Any character. Go wild.

Assassin's Creed

Supernatural

Cyberpunk 2077

Marvel

Star Wars

And then just match them to any of these prompts and I'll whip something up!! Either send your request straight to my inbox or via the comments on here.

Prompts -

Smut/Suggestive:

"Take it off"

"Please"

"You blush so beautifully"

"I've missed your touch"

"Don't stop"

General:

"Another nightmare?"

"Maybe you should give up"

"You're a bad liar, you know that?"

"Are you afraid of me?"

"Just like we promised"

Fluff:

"You came all this way for me?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"You said you wouldn't fall in love with me" "I lied"

"You give me a reason to do better, be better"

"If I asked you to stay, would you?"

Have fun ;)

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Feeling Tense | SilverV

Synopsis: Johnny realizes that V isn't feeling so good and wants to release some tension in those joints of his. Which is very out of character for a prick like himself.

Word Count: 2.5

Pairing: Johnny Silverhand/Male!V

Genre: Smut/angst

Warnings: Hand job/Feelings/dubious con/if I missed anything tell me

Notes: this is the last cyberpunk fic I had in my drafts before we begin this event. I'm still replaying the game so I might come up with another one idfk

The rush of the water is soothing. The constant flow down his back is like a blanket of warmth, massaging the tense and knotted muscles that have gathered up over the past few weeks. He hasn’t gotten a chance to relax. Not when there’s something in his head that’s near to a ticking time bomb. It’s been go, go, go, go!

V lets out a long, shaky sigh and looks to the tiled shower wall with a sombreness that he swears wasn’t there before. He’s never felt this depressed in his entire life and there have been many times on the street when he thought it was the end. He blinks away a droplet of water that flicks into his lashes. He drops his dead down between his shoulders again, letting the searing hot water flow over his back. This is the only thing that he’s found that helps in some way.

“You just gonna to stand there and waste water?”

V slowly moves his head to the side so that he’s just able to spy Johnny out of the corner of his eye. The rocker stands at the doorway of the bathroom with his arms crossed and a smoking cigarette in hand. It took him a few good weeks to understand just what Johnny is. And even though he’s just code, he’s too human to be seen as such.

With that thought, V looks away and rests his forehead on the shower wall. He’s seriously not in the mood for Johnny’s antics. And plus, the rocker has seen everything before. Hard to hide when he’s literally inside your head. Hard to jerk off as well when someone’s watching you or you know very well they’re just lingering there, inside his head.

“I could help with that,” Johnny’s offers as if it’s the most casual thing on earth.

V scowls quietly to himself. It’s only the briefest of thoughts that Johnny gets rarely. And that must have been one of them that the rocker got. In some queer, brief moments it’s helpful. Now is not the time though. Right now, he just wants to be alone in his thoughts with no one else to comment on them.

He turns his face back down to the floor and lets the hot water hit his neck. It streams down the sides of his face and dribbles off his broken nose and split lip. It stings, but it’s a good sensation that grounds him.

A cold, metal hand slithers its way around V’s waist to splay itself on his stomach. He should be barking out in surprise, pure shock at the foreign touch to him. Spinning around and pushing Johnny away, despite how creepy it is that the relic lets him do such a thing. To shout at Johnny to leave and to let him wallow in piece.

But all he does is hiss at how cold Johnny’s hand feels against his skin. A great contrast to the hot, steaming water.

“Let me help you relax, V,” Johnny all but whispers in his ear.

Something deep that goes straight down between his legs. God, he never knew this was in the rockstar. It’s always been jabbing, rough and hard with the man, even in his memories he’s seen how he is. It’s how V likes it though so he can’t truly blame him, it’s all he’s known so it’s all he can handle. And that’s how Johnny is as well. Up until this moment. The touch is too gentle.

All that changes when Johnny turns V around and traps his lips in a soft kiss. Nothing that has his teeth hurting. Nothing that has him cringing at how desperate Johnny feels. Touching and taking anything he can get his hands on. Every time it all feels way too real that V always gets caught up in it all.

Somehow, and something that V doesn’t really take a care in at this moment. This time it all feels a little too soft. Which is something that V should be happy in but, it feels wrong. A feeling he can’t shake no matter how hard he’s tried.

He pushes Johnny away with hands on his shoulders, looking the rocker in the eye with a scowl on his lips. Johnny furrows his brows, his nose scrunching into a slight scowl. That’s the look that he always has on his face, not whatever this is. The water from the shower reacts to Johnny’s engram, wetting his hair and clothing. His singlet sticks to his chest and his hair to his face.

“What are you doing?” V snaps, his voice a little harsher than he expected it to be.

“What does it look like, V?” Johnny bites back.

He tries to come forward again but V keeps him at a distant. Johnny glares at V, something dangerous and a warning.

“This soft and gooey shit ain’t you,” V answers back before he knows it.

As soon as the words leave his lips, he knows it’s a mistake. Johnny’s lips curl into a scowl and his eyes narrowing like someone ready to kill.

Before V knows what’s happening, Johnny wraps his cyber hand around his throat and knocks his feet from under him. V falls to his ass and the back of his head hits against the tiles. He seethes and grits as he grips onto Johnny’s arm to try and pry it off. He squeezes the sides of his throat in retaliation and the ability to breath becomes very hard.

His head throbs from where it smacked against the wall, and he can’t get his feet under him in the wet shower. Hot water still flows down, steam filling the small room.

“Is this what you want?” Johnny seethes right in V’s face, almost a growl.

Water drips from Johnny’s chin but it doesn’t hit V’s skin, disappearing into a glitch of blue. Is V doing that or is Johnny doing that? Or is it the relic itself?

V tries to push the rocker off weakly with a foot, but it’s quickly batted away with Johnny’s other hand. Johnny positions himself in between his legs instead, all while still gripping his throat. He’s not applying enough pressure that V is seeing stars, but it’s enough that he’s having trouble breathing and his head is becoming dizzy and light.

Dark eyes run down his body. Looking at all the scars, the cyberware and the tattoos. No ounce of skin is untouched by machine or steel. All Vik’s work. An art in the trade. Then Johnny stops at V’s cock, which is fully hard between them.

V’s face becomes a brighter red than it was originally. This is what he likes, a guilty pleasure of pain and neglect. It’s the only thing he knows and so he finds comfort in it. Release.

But Johnny doesn’t do that him. Johnny’s gaze softens as he looks over V’s face again. He licks his lips, as if tasting the water that runs down his face.

The hand on V’s neck slowly loosens before slithering up to cup his face. The merc’s body goes ridged and stiff at such a touch. This has to be some joke, right? But the way that Johnny scowls again at V’s behaviour, it tells him an entirely different message. As if he’s disappointed that this is what V expects of him.

It's what V expects of anyone. A simple raised hand has him expecting it to collide with his face or throat. He’s gotten past a lot of stuff, but he can’t help but flinch ever so slightly. It’s basically comes with his line of work as well. To always be on his toes. And Johnny’s hand feels so foreign on his skin. As if it’s not meant to be there.

Johnny’s dark brown eyes never leave V, his head ever so vaguely tilted to the right as if he’s observing what he does. This isn’t Johnny. Doesn’t feel like him. Or maybe there’s just some sick and twisted side of him that thinks-

Johnny Silverhand kisses the merc a little too softly all while still cupping his face. V stares wide eyed at the rocker, wondering what the fuck he’s doing. Where’s the punchline? The joke in all this.

A warm hand wraps around his cock and V gasps into the kiss. Johnny takes this opportunity to deepen the kiss, moving into V with a small growl. He pushes V up more so that the merc is practically sitting in his lap. At this, V can’t help but finally close his eyes and allow himself to share the kiss. The rushing water and the future premise of the water bill is all but forgotten as Johnny slowly strokes V in between them.

Johnny lets his thumb rub over the tip of V’s cock before using the water and precum to let his hand glide down. However Johnny’s engram works because it feels like he’s doing just that. It’s infuriating but a feeling that V gets lost in very quickly and he holds onto the rocker for support. To keep his mind up right. Because by whatever god or entity is up there in the clouds it is very hard to concentrate at this moment.

Johnny pulls away so that the both of them can breathe and he doesn’t let go of V’s face. V’s head spins and he looks to the other in a daze.

“Let go, V,” Johnny says as his cyber hand runs down his neck to his shoulder. “You’re so tense.”

V’s green eyes narrow on the rocker but he tries his best to relax. Even though Johnny is being so gentle with him, his gut pooling and gripping tight in a heat that has V grimacing at every stroke, he can’t let go. His cyberware is tense and the muscles that intertwined with metal and wire, it’s filled with knots and cramps that won’t leave until V is dead. He’s a merc. He has to be on top of his game every single day. Someone like him don’t get days off. Otherwise he can’t pay for food on the table or the next water bill. Or he’ll just have to wait for the relic to finally overcome his mind and kill him.

Even though he won’t be around for much longer, it’s also something to keep his mind off the bigger picture sometimes. Which is why he’s been picking up every single gig fixers throw his way. Regina, Wakako, Dino, Padre and the list goes on. All having different gigs that keep V on his toes. Some easy, others leaving him in a wild shoot out that feels like it’s something out of those old westerns back in the 1980’s when that was o’ so popular.

Lost in thought, V is brought out of it abruptly when soft lips kiss his cheek. Then they trail down his jaw to his neck, where they suck and latch onto his skin. It leaves him a little breathless as he feels teeth brush over his skin, but they never bite down. He waits for it, expects Johnny to do so. But he only uses his soft lips to mark V. It’s all becoming too much on how little Johnny is doing.

Instead of pushing Johnny off, he grabs onto the rocker’s shoulders his fingernails digging deeply into skin that is as hot as his own. His breathing becomes shallow and sharp even though it doesn’t match Johnny’s leisurely actions. The steaming water washes the sweat off of him, but he feels like he’s in a sauna at this moment.

Johnny quickens his pace and on V’s cock and the merc feels his body shudder. He can’t breathe for a few seconds that feel like many minutes instead. He squeezes his eyes shut as his whole body becomes tense. He can feel himself coming close. His gut becoming tight, his breath hitching in his throat and his dick becoming oh so sensitive.

He hasn’t realized how much he’s need this. He’s been so focused on survival he hasn’t let himself come down back to earth. His body earns and aches for touch.

“J-Johnny,” V breathes out.

The rocker chuckles deeply into V’s neck. Something that has V’s gut twisting even more.

“So now you’re enjoying this,” Johnny grins into the merc’s skin. “V, V, V, you surprise me even yet.”

Dark eyes meet a shaky green that can’t keep focus. Johnny grins harder, his eyes flicking down to V’s lips.

“Shut up,” V spits through gritted teeth.

Johnny kisses V again, but much harder this time. All teeth and bite. Something that V very much wants and enjoys by kissing back just as hard, his split lip burning in pain. He grips the back of Johnny’s head, threatening to rip at his hair to keep him in place. He moans into the rocker’s mouth as Johnny pump’s his dick shallowly, but his grip is firm.

He feels his orgasm coming and he tenses up as it rips through him. He comes undone and bites down on Johnny’s lip, the shower quickly washing it away on his lower half. Johnny hisses in pain but doesn’t move away, instead he keeps stroking V through his high. His entire body feels like it’s going to short circuit. He let’s go of Johnny’s lip to inhale in a breath he didn’t realize he needed.

Johnny licks his front teeth to reveal the blood spreading from his lip. He watches V coming down from his high intensely, his face contorting up into a scowl slightly as the feed from V passes over him.

When green eyes meet his, he can’t help but smirk something bloody. His cyber hand comes up V’s chest, his neck to his cheek where he pats it a couple of times. V curses under his breath as he swats Johnny’s hand away. With that, Johnny sits back on his heels with his hands on his knees letting V slide back down onto the shower floor with a wet plop.

“How was your experience at our five star spa,” Johnny jokes. “Has all that tension now been washed away like-“

V groans, “I don’t need your shit right after you’ve just given me a hand job, Johnny.”

Johnny flicks out his aviators from nowhere, -them glitching into his hand- and places them on his face. He then stands in the stream of the shower, leaving V a panting mess with cum washing sway down the drain and hands shaking. He can’t seem to collect himself just yet, his brain still buzzing from what Johnny just did. And the bastard looks like he’s about to say some cheesy ass line like, “My job here is done.”

But V will give Johnny one thing. He does feel a little better than he did originally. He’d never admit that out loud though. The smug looking bastard doesn’t need an ego boost.

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