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gogogodzilla · 6 months

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day 18, orgasm control

johnny silverhand x reader warnings: nsfw 18+,dirty talk, creampie, fingering, light angst at the end, johnny doesn't have a body but he also does???, reader is referred to as "v" kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

Johnny Silverhand was a parasite. But, he was your parasite, and as much as you wanted to hate his constant presence, it comforted you in a way.

You tossed and turned under your thin covers, frustration brewing in your chest. Your mind raced with all the ways you could lull yourself into the unconsciousness you so desperately craved.

Finally, you landed on an option, and you scanned your apartment, checking for that annoying figment of your imagination. He was nowhere to be found; you couldn’t even feel the slight burn from the smoke of his cigarettes in the back of your throat.

You cautiously slipped a hand under your sleep shorts, waiting for him to appear in your peripherals. Slowly, you relaxed and began drawing slow circles onto your clit. You bit your lip, your frustration growing when you couldn’t get the right angle.

You shimmied out of your shorts and underwear and kicked your blanket to the side. A sigh left your lips as you spread your legs, goosebumps covering your body as the nighttime air hit you. You tugged your shirt over your head and threw it to the side, moving a hand up to knead your breast while the other slid through your folds.

You dipped a finger into your entrance before circling back up to your clit, teasing yourself. It’d been too damn long since you’d had any action, and you were close already.

You slid a finger inside yourself and pumped it a few times before adding another one, stretching yourself. You extended your thumb to glide across your clit. The sounds of your core squelching with your movements filled the room, and you arched against the mattress.

Your movements became hurried as your climax rapidly approached. You were so fucking close.

“Damn, V,” Johnny breathed from the other side of your room, and your legs snapped shut.

Your eyes darted open and met his, and you scrambled to cover yourself. His arms were crossed as he leaned against your bedroom wall, eyes scanning over your body.

He shrugged, “Don’t stop on my account. I was enjoying the show.”

“Fuck off, Johnny,” you snapped, pulling your covers closer. “You ruin everything.”

He tsked and disappeared for just a moment before his form flashed to the end of your bed. He leaned back onto his hands and turned his head to look at you over his sunglasses.

“I could tell how close you were, V. It’s a shame I couldn’t watch you cum all over those pretty fingers,” he hummed, and you couldn’t deny how your core ached at his words.

You huffed and rolled your eyes, your dripping core contrasting your annoyance towards him.

He disappeared once again and you thought you’d gotten rid of him for the night before he appeared, kneeling in front of your covered legs. His sunglasses were tucked neatly into his vest, allowing you to meet his eyes.

“Lemme help you,” he urged, a corporeal hand sliding up your calf. You knew he wasn’t actually there with you but, damn, it felt real. You still couldn’t wrap your head around how real his touch felt against your skin, but you’d given up trying to figure it out a long time ago.

You relaxed in his touch and bit your lip. “I was doing just fine without you.”

“I know,” he replied, breathless as his hand skated across your thigh. His free hand tugged away the covers to reveal your naked form. You instinctively moved to cover yourself with your hands, but he pulled them away.

He nudged your shoulder so you were lying down, and he took up the space between your thighs. He ran his hands over your thighs, the cool metal of his hand making your muscles twitch under his touch.

His hand moved to swipe through your folds, collecting your slick onto his fingertips. He circled your clit, and you arched against his touch, whining a little. His metal hand moved up to cup your breast, rolling your nipple between two of his fingers.

He sunk a finger into your core, pumping it a few times. A breathy whine escaped you as he took his time with you. You’d expected Johnny to be the type of guy to get right to it when it came to fucking you. Clearly, you were wrong.

His finger was quickly joined by another one, and you let a sigh as he worked you toward your release.

He palmed himself through his jeans as he watched your greedy pussy swallow his fingers. He extended his thumb to rub against your clit, and a breathy moan left you.

“You ever think about me while you’re playing with yourself, baby?” he questioned as he jutted his fingers deeper inside you.

You nodded, reliving all the times your mind drifted to him while you touched yourself, wishing it was him instead. He groaned at your response and curled his fingers inside of you, reaching that spot that had your toes curling.

Your release was dangerously close, and your walls fluttered against Johnny’s fingers. He panted as he continued to drive his fingers into your seeping core, filling your tiny bedroom with lewd noises.

You rested a hand on his forearm, desperate to touch him. Just as you were about to teeter off the edge, he removed his fingers. The whine you let out was borderline pathetic.

“Johnny,” you mewled, tears of frustration dotting the corners of your eyes.

He took his fingers into his mouth, groaning at the taste of you. He removed his fingers and popped the button on his jeans. His hand drifted past the waistband of his briefs, and he pulled out his cock. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched him stroke himself a few times.

“Wanna see you cum all over my cock, baby,” he grunted as he slid his cock through your dripping folds. He plunged inside you without much resistance, and your legs wrapped around his hips.

You knew this wasn’t really happening. It was just your brain malfunctioning and your neurons sending signals when they shouldn’t, but his cock buried inside you felt as real as anything you’d ever felt.

His breathing quickened as you clenched around him, getting used to his length. After a few moments, he started moving his hips. Johnny fucked you like he meant it, and you expected no less. Every thrust of his hips was like he was trying to prove a point— like he was trying to prove that he was there. That it was his cock drawing those pretty noises out of you, and no one else’s.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss. You ran your tongue over his bottom lip, and he groaned against you. Johnny’s hand trailed over your thigh and to where you were joined, drawing lazy circles against your clit.

He pulled away to leave wet kisses against the column of your throat. He nipped at the exposed skin, and you briefly wondered if he’d actually leave a hickey.

His thrusts became short and rough as you neared your climax, once again. You wrapped your arms around him, bringing him impossibly closer. Your nails dug into the flesh of his back as arousal coursed through you. Johnny pressed his weight against you, hissing as you scratched him. He jutted into you like he was trying to convince you that he was real. That he was here to stay.

“You feel so good, baby. C’mon, cum for me. Wanna feel you cum,” he pleaded, his words slurring together.

At his words, you were coming undone, thanking whatever deity out there that he finally let you cum. You moaned out his name as he rutted inside you, chasing his own high while allowing you to ride out your own. His hips faltered and he groaned against you, his release coating your walls. You felt him fill you, and you swore you could feel his cock twitch within you.

He stilled within you as you both caught your breath. You snapped your eyes shut, savoring his touch. Your chest ached at how much you wanted him to be there with you— actually there with you and not just a figment of your imagination.

He rested his head on your shoulder, pressing a kiss there before pulling out of you. He soothed the whine that left you with his lips against yours. You found yourself suddenly craving a cigarette, his own desires mixing with your own.

You blinked, and he vanished before reappearing at your side with a cigarette dangling between his lips. His sunglasses were back in their usual spot, and he leaned his head against your headboard.

“Tired now?” he questioned, looking down at you.

You turned on your side, resting your head on your arm, the ache in your chest growing. “Yeah, thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Your throat tightened, and you weren’t sure how much of it was his sadness and how much was your own. You wished you could meet his gaze. You wished you could touch him, and you wished he was yours. You wondered if he felt the same way.

“Johnny,” you called out, your voice thick with emotion. He hummed in response. You sighed, “I wish we had more time.”

“Maybe in another lifetime, kid.”

#johnny silverhand #v cyberpunk #cp2077 #silverv #johnny silverhand x reader #johnny silverhand x v #cyberpunk #cyberpunk2077 #reader insert #no y/n #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #me: man this trope has been beaten to death #also me: *picks up a baseball bat*#johnny silverhand smut #johnny silverhand x v smut

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baka-bakeneko · 9 months

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Old Fashioned Rockerboy - Johnny Silverhand

tags: NSFW, Minors DNI, somno, Johnny Silverhand has a body, sleepy feel-up, CNC touching, fingering, prone bone, DP (with fingers), creampie a/n: another part of a request from @almightywdm, you gotta love this old fashioned lover boy. Johnny Silverhand as Keanu Reeves as Silverhand is baby love him sm shush... synopsis: Johnny's fingers get cold. 🥺 V, damn it, warm his fingers up. wc: 1.16k

This had to be a residual of Johnny's old life creeping into yours: waking up with a full hand down your pants, fingers petting your trimmed down mound.

Leave it to Silverhand to be the type of man that sleeps between with a hand on his crotchs, a lax hold on the never-truly-cashed family jewels.

Maybe it was the only way it guaranteed his own sleep when yours arose, rather than him bouncing around laying guitar licks and smoking cigarettes.

Still, here was Johnny's hand down your pants taking a handful, a very casual cupping, over your pussy.

You slithered his hand out of your pants, turning over on your stomach to maybe stop the old fashioned rockerboy from groping you in your sleep.

You peeked an eye open at him lounging next to you, resident brainworm he was. He'd taken off his glasses, kicked off his boots and actually unarmed his bullet vest.

"My pussy is not your comfort pillow," you grumbled. Brand new sentence for you, never thought you'd have to say that.

"It's comforting, okay?" Johnny shrugged, turning to you, his lips puckered up to his nose. "But I'd settle for a tit."

"What're you, 13?" you asked, rolling over to face away from Johnny. The heel of your palm rubbed at your temple, trying to find an off-switch to this man.

"I'm a grown-ass man, V. And you're a grown-ass woman. Last time I laid platonically in a bed with a woman was when Rogue painted my fingernails."

As you turned your head over your shoulder to retort, Johnny continued. "And that didn't last long."

You cut your eyes and returned to nuzzle your face in your pillow. "Good night, Johnny."

Johnny moved closer to you, turning to your back. You turned over your shoulder to meet Johnny's gaze then rolled onto your back. "Don't try anything, okay?"

Johnny said nothing and his arm slipped under your waistband. You could feel his heavy, tired breath wafting over your ear.

"No promises, V," Johnny muttered and you slowly fell back asleep.

Minutes later, you stirred. Fingers slipped down your slit, touching tenderly at your clit.

"Johnny, stop," you murmured, your hand grabbing onto his wrist flush against your waist. "Go to sleep."

"I'm trying, V." Johnny responded, sleep dotting his tone. "My fingers are cold though."

You scoffed at him, reaching back to smack his cheek. At the same time, Johnny managed to slip two fingers into your dampening sex.

You turned into the pillow, willing yourself to ignore him and go back to sleep.

"Go back to sleep, V," he eased, pumping his fingers into you achingly slow.

Your eyes lulled back to sleep, though your sex throbbed with the attention. Hand on Johnny's wrist again, you turned your head to him with your eyes still closed.

"Johnny," you pouted, groaned against him. "Please."

Johnny pulled you closer into him, pressing his hard cock against your ass. His fingers worked up a slow rhythm, pushing further into you and drawing more wet out. His wrist pressed against your clit, rubbing in tandem of his finger's movement, and you whined at the liveliness of your body.

He chuckled darkly into your ear, soaking up your wiggling by holding you firmer.

"You do this to Rogue?" you asked in a low hiss, yanking his hand out of your underwear.

Johnny shushed you, hooking his fingers into your waistband to wiggle you out of them. "There's no Rogue in our bed, princess."

You looked back at Johnny and met his lips in a tepid kiss. He rocked into your back, angling your hips up to rub his cock against you.

"Well, I'm awake now. So fuck me." You muttered, tugging your pants down to your knees then arching into him.

Johnny huffed against your mouth, flushing his cock against your freed pussy. "Don't gotta tell me twice."

You waited as Johnny kicked out of his leather pants, grabbing your hip to back you up on his cock. He plunged into you, making you turn your face into the pillow with a low moan.

Johnny angled his head back with a groan of relief. "Fuck, V."

He hilted himself deep inside you, pausing to pant against your neck. You gripped onto the bedsheet, holding onto Johnny filling you.

"On your stomach, come on," he ordered softly, which you did without hesitation.

Johnny followed close behind you, settling on his knees just over your ass. His hands gripped tighter into your hips, moving you on his length.

You curled underneath him, peeling your face up from the pillow to breathe in fresh air. Johnny grunted, pulling long strokes and stopping every time he was fully inside.

"You feel so good," Johnny groaned, rolling his shoulders back as his fingers tensed on your skin.

You huffed, shifting your hips up to gain more movement from Johnny. He chuckled softly, roaming his hands up your back then around to grip your breasts.

Pulling you upright, Johnny draped you against him and felt you up. His hand slipped down to scrub at your clit before pressing two fingers into you alongside his cock.

"Fuck, Johnny, fuck." You whimpered, reaching for his hand between your legs. You crumbled over Johnny's shoulder, rolling your hips in direction of his fingers then his cock.

"Whoa," Johnny exclaimed against you ear. "I knew you were a cock-hungry slut, V, but this is ridiculous."

"Shut up, shut up," you stammered, grabbing onto Johnny's hip as he hilted into you again. You trembled, reveling in the carnal bloom of euphoria in your stomach.

"You're gonna cum already?" Johnny asked, pressing his fingers harder into you.

You shook your head, writhing on Johnny as he pumped in and out of you. Your other hand braced the bed, riding into Johnny's thrusts until you gripped at his hip to urge him pause.

You caught your breath as Johnny did, his arms curling around your waist. "You're such a fucking goddess."

You rolled your eyes at the ancient rockerboy's praise, clenching around his cock before he resumed.

"Don't be pissy, V. Just cum." Johnny teased, nibbling onto your earlobe. "I give you permission."

You scoffed, holding out until you couldn't. Bending forward and arching up, you unraveled and came through Johnny's thrusts.

His pumps lost rhythm while you wiggled and moaned into the mattress. Johnny planted a hand at the small of your back, stopping and releasing short with a slew of swears.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck, you feel too good," Johnny moaned, folding over you to kiss along your back.

You flattened to the bed and Johnny pulled out, rolling over next to you.

"Goodnight, brat." Johnny smirked, reaching over to spank your ass harshly.

"Fuck you," you murmured, turning to look at Johnny from your pillow.

At that, Nibbles jumped onto the bed and climbed up on Johnny's chest. Johnny grinned, scritching behind the naked cat's ear.

"At least someone loves me, right Nibbles?"

#fanfic #fan work #cyberpunk #cyberpunk2077 #johnny silverhand #johnny silverhand x v #johnny silverhand x reader

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yns-world · 8 months

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Never Fade Away

Pairing: Johnny Silverhand x Fem!Idol!Reader A/N: Y/S/N = Your Stage Name this is an extension of this, feel free to read :)

2022

nobody said showbiz was easy, but should it border hellish in order for something to change?

you loved johnny, and johnny loved you, that was a fact that you both knew so well— so when did things become so difficult?

in your and johnny’s case, opposites attract. but what you didn’t account for was that opposites also repel.

both of your lives were constantly in the spotlight, and this relationship even more so. with millions of eyes flicking over every move, every microtransaction, there is barely any room to just be.

you two were a match made for the stage, nobody could beat the stage presence you two shared when you performed, but this fame was taking a toll on you both.

in the short year you guys dated, it was like fire and ice. burning hot with passion and then freezing over with frostbite.

but as time went on, the cracks in the relationship began to show. the flaws in you both began to grow bigger and bigger but neither of you knew what to do, so you ignored it.

but ignoring was the absolute worst thing to do, and now you’re having screaming matches that last for hours, days, and then weeks of silence.

of course, the media is all over this.

“Johnny Silverhand’s New Victim”

“Y/S/N Seen Storming Out of Silverhand’s Apartment”

things could only go on for so long before you had to cut things off— something that nearly tore you to shreds.

johnny begged, he cried, he pleaded, he waited outside your apartment for hours on end. he damn-near kissed the ground you walked upon just so you would glance at him once more, because in his mind he cannot for the life of him make sense of why the perfect woman would just leave him.

but that’s exactly why you left. you left because he can’t fathom why the relationship was going to hell. you had to break it off because johnny was a sinking ship and you refuse to drown with him, no matter how much you might adore him.

that was johnny's breaking point and he hasn't been the same since.

while he dated you, he created his most iconic and best selling music that topped all the charts. you were his once-in-a-lifetime muse, and the world knew that.

but when you broke up, he lost that spark. his heart strings were torn apart and he couldn't pick up the guitar for months.

the only time he picked up the guitar was to play a solemn a-b-c tune while he recited the tragic poetry of his heart.

he'd release a few more singles that could all be chalked up to a last ditch effort of staring into the void and expelling the demons of his heart.

"Never Fade Away" was the last song johnny ever performed. that song was an homage to your memory and how you'd never fade from his own memories.

2023

it's been a year since you broke up with johnny and it hasn't been all sunshine and rainbows for you, despite what johnny likes to tell the media.

there were countless nights where he was holding you from behind, his steady breath a calm rhythm in your ear, but you'd wake up everytime in a gasp, frantically searching for him on his side of the bed.

it took you months to finally wash the sheets because you wanted his scent to linger for as long as possible. his cologne that mixed with his musk.

the first few months were wretched, but you grew to resent him. deep down you still ached for his touch, but you had to lie and say you wanted him dead, if not, then the aching pain of his memory would kill you first.

august 20th, 2023. a day that was supposed to blur into the past endless days, but the last thing you expected was to see the man of your dreams—and nightmares—wearing a bulletproof vest and riding in a militech helicopter.

similarly, the last thing johnny expected was to see the architect of his heartbreak walking out of the Arasaka building.

waves of emotions flashed across his face—awe, joy, hurt, and finally resentment.

johnny's scowl deepened and his resolve strengthened. Arasaka was not only the architect of his filthy world, but also stole the love of his life.

it wasn't rational to think that, but when has johnny ever been rational?

just moments before, johnny only planned to tear down the building. but now that he's seen you—walking out of that corrupt building with all of your lavish clothes and accessories—his aim shifted.

Arasaka stole everything from him. they ruined him. he has nothing left to lose.

in that moment, he made his peace with death.

he overtook the machine gun and let out a visceral warcry that he’s been choking down for years— everyone would pay for his pain and suffering.

august 21st, 2023, the very next day. over 4,000 dead, a crazy terrorist group, and you at the epicenter of it all.

some would brush you off as irrelevant, others would dub you as the “terrorist’s girlfriend”, blaming you for the demise of a beloved singer.

but despite the chaos of the outside world, you could feel your internal universe crumble. johnny’s body hasn’t been found yet but you are sure that he’s gone.

you’re so sure because you felt the deepest part of your soul chip off. the connection is severed. there’s a void inside of you, and you know all-too-well what johnny used to say about an abyss.

“If you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you.”

a/n: i hope you enjoyed! if you did, please consider reblogging since it helps my account! :) DON'T BE A GHOST READER!!!! i would love to hear your thoughts and opinions, and comments are what keep writers going <3 i'm open to cyberpunk requests so feel free to send me one <3 also, lmk if y'all wanna see more idol!reader content and/or have any ideas since i'm kinda rocking with it :) as always, have a great day and i'll see y'all in the next one <3

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mail-me-a-snail · 7 months

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johnny silverhand voice: in case you haven’t noticed, im weird. im a weirdo. i don’t “fit in” and i don’t want to fit in. have you ever seen me without this stupid vest on? that’s weird.

#cyberpunk 2077 #johnny silverhand #aaaaaand post #mine #my post

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dexmods · 2 years

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Eddie Munson [SIM DL | JACKET DOWNLOAD]

"This year's different. This year is my year. I can feel it. ‘86 baby!"

CONTENT INCLUDED: • vest/leather jacket/Hellfire shirt (needs Werewolves DLC) • sim tray file CONTENT NOT INCLUDED: • everything else OTHER MODS USED FOR SIM FILE: • Eddie Tattoos by travelbystarlight • Eddie Hair by simstrouble • Hellfire Club Tees by Zephyr • Take Off Pants by Trillyke • Gloomy Swatches by DexMods • Johnny Silverhand Bundle by DexMods* • ABOUT FACE DETAILS by Pyxis • ALOHA EYES by Pyxis • ARE WE ELECTRIC? skin/lips by Pyxis • EA TEETH BEGONE by Pyxis *used for underwear and swim trunks

#eddie munson #sims 4 stranger things #stranger things #ts4cc #dexmodscc

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merge-conflict · 10 months

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amusing myself by collating a list of all the "definitely not flirting" back and forth between johnny and valentine in my long fic. it's all just a way for them to annoy each other, of course. they don't really care about each other, of course. (of course)

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Johnny was quiet for a moment, but she could still feel his irritation under her skin, like an electrical current. <You’re one stubborn motherfucker, you know that?>

<That’s why you like me, isn’t it?> She relaxed her smile, wished in vain that she could hit him square in the jaw, lay him out on the floor. Be left alone in peace.

<Don’t get all mushy on me. You’re not my type.>

—

<Please. If I had a body you’d be all over me.>

<Exactly.>

V laughed, despite herself, sitting abruptly down against the coffee table with a pillow in her arms.

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<New from Johnny Silverhand: Broken-Hearted Valentine.> V was caught up entirely in the idea. A stylized version of her synthetic heart, with the Samurai logo superimposed on it for the album cover. Some sort of Lucifer fall from grace, complete with wings, Johnny’s left arm outstretched. <If things don’t work out you have permission to use my likeness.>

“What is so funny?” Goro demanded.

—

He stretched up on the balls of his feet, crossing his arms over his chest. <Not only did I survive I had the best sex of my life inside that car. Even had an audience.>

The elevator doors screeched open, and V stepped through. <So your story has finally reached its climax.>

<Is that your big secret?> She hit the button, waiting impatiently until the doors closed and the entire elevator lurched upwards. <Been a lot of improvements in that field since you were around.>

—

<Too good for a flak vest and a decent pair of boots,> Johnny said, a little drowsily.

<I don’t know,> he said, and then went quiet. Amused.

—

“Oh, so front seats to fucking Ragnarok. No thanks.”

“We get through this, the end of the world should be easy. Who knows, maybe we’ll be the only two left alive.”

That made her laugh. “If you were the last person on earth, maybe.”

“Yet another good reason to live.”

“I’m not going to fight Arasaka.”

“If you really thought that you wouldn’t agree to let me have your body. What do you think I’m going to do with it?”

“Get laid.”

And then, two times where they definitely don't give a fuck about each other, no sir:

“The kind of man who would destroy the tower a second time.”

She exhaled. “Exactly.”

“When this is finished, I hope they shred him.” The conviction in Goro's voice surprised her. As was the idea that perhaps some part of it was on her behalf.

But whatever she felt about Johnny (best not to feel anything about Johnny), she didn’t want him shredded, like he was nothing more than retired hardware. Too dangerous to live even at the disconcerting edge of human existence. Would it be so easy for them to destroy T-Bug and Jackie a second time? And after all the inexorable changes, what did that make her?

“I guess we’ll see,” she said with a smile, for his benefit.

—

<Rise and shine, motherfucker. You are not allowed to abandon me here with your aging joytoy, alright?> He could feel her breathing faster again. <C’mon, V…>

<Johnny?> Her response was slow and syrupy.

The wash of relief that followed would have been embarrassing, if he thought she would remember it. <Mornin’, sunshine. How you feeling?>

#a pair of open graves #when your bitter enemy is actually sort of alright in a way that's hard to explain #valentine

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candycoatddalek · 2 years

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Dress to Impress

Word Count: 1757

Warning/s: None

Description: A gig for Wakako involves attending a glitzy party in the city centre with a number of Tyger Claws in attendance, V need to blend in and go about her business unnoticed.

Characters: Fem!V, Johnny Silverhand, Wakako Okada, Tyger Claws.

Pairings: Faint hints of V/Johnny Silverhand.

“I have a gig for you, V”

“Lay it on me, Wakako” V shifted on the stool in her weaponry, the sniper from Panam in bits in front of her on the table.

“I need you to infiltrate a Tyger Claw den and send me the information you find on the computer of a Mr. Yuki Konako”

“Sounds easy enough, klep some info, send it on your way, nothing I haven’t done before for you”

“I had thought you might say that,” The elder woman smiled faintly. “There is a party being held at the location tonight, I have secured you an invitation”

V saw the invite pop up on her Kiroshi. “So, I guess I’m getting dressed up for this gig”

V thumbed through the items in her wardrobe; leather jackets, vests, jeans, sneakers, boots, a random assortment of crop tops and tank tops, before finally coming across one of three dresses she had. Pulling them out she held them up one by one to her frame in front of the mirror, switching back and forth trying to figure out which one would be best in a firefight or give her maximum mobility if she got into trouble.

She heard the rustle of Johnny’s jeans and caught a glimpse of him in the mirror leaning against her desk, dark gaze sweeping down the back of her body as he lounged silently with his arms crossed. She expected some sort of play by play review or some sarcastic comment from the Rockerboy but only received static as she finally chose her outfit and dropped her towel to pull it on.

“What? Got nothing to say about my outfit, Silverhand?”

“Just admiring it from the back, never realised just how much of an ass you had on you before”

She grinned softly glancing over her shoulder at him. “So you’re an ass man, are you?”

“Nah, I like a set of big bouncing titties in my face”

She laughed shaking her head as he mimicked a set of breasts in his face. “Good to know” She went to grab her shoes, simple heels that she hoped would be easy enough to kick off if she needed to run.

“You scrub up well V,” It sounded like a genuine compliment from the Rockerboy. “Your racks not too bad either”

She rolled her eyes shaking her head again as she slipped her heels on and gave one last look in the mirror before heading to the door. “Don’t wait up, Johnny”

He rolled his eyes from against the wall before glitching out of view.

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“They’re all staring at you, V, thought you were supposed to blend in, not draw attention?” Johnny glitched into view at her left side, one elbow on the bar as he leaned back surveying the room beside her.

“Shut up, Johnny, no ones staring”

“Then you haven’t seen that couple over in the booth checking you out, whispering to each other about asking you back to their place for a little bit of midnight fun”

Her cheeks flushed slightly, lip caught between her teeth as her gaze swept towards said couple and then away. “Not my type, I like my men a little less Corpo and a little more filthy... same goes for my women too”

“Don’t know, they could be one of those freaky Corpo couples, like to get down and dirty with whips and chains”

She rolled her eyes taking a sip from her whiskey, the ice clinking the sides of the glass. “What about Mr. Manly Man with the triple XL biceps? He seems to be staring like he’s undressing me”

Johnny laughed. “Yeah, he’s probably fantasying about bending you over the bar top when you’ve had one to many to care whose watching”

“You seem to think this party will turn into one big orgy, something you know that I don’t?”

“Yeah, lots of people in this city are secretly freaky cunts, especially when you dangle as something as tasty as you in front of them”

“Tasty as me?”

“Long legs, short dress, and a nice tight ass being shown off”

She almost choked on her drink and he grinned. “Can we talk about something other than my nice tight ass?” She felt the heat creep up from under her collar.

“Sure, can talk about your sweet rack instead,” He motioned to the top half of her dress. “But that collar doesn’t show those puppies off, not like that Samurai tank you found”

She rolled her eyes downing the last of her drink, the bar tender moving to offer her a top up only for her to place a hand over the top of her glass and shake her head; she was on a gig, no time to get wasted.

“Need to get past the guard near the curtain, it leads up to the offices above, any suggestions?”

“Flash your ass and disappear into the crowd for him to follow”

“That tactic might have worked when Jackie was about but I don’t have a partner to slip up there while I keep him entertained”

Johnny looked over at her, mild surprise in his eyes. “You’ve used that ploy before?”

“Of course I have, what burly man doesn’t like a damsel in distress that can’t figure out how to get her engine to turn over?” An impish grin tugged at her lips. “‘specially when that damsel’s the one that unhooked a sparky” He shook his head with a laugh as she began to move through the crowd closer to the curtain, she stopped near the largest group of people she could and scanned the area for anything to use as a distraction. “Bingo” She grinned spotting a speaker to the left of the bar, a quick hack and a screech of noise drew the attention of everyone in the vicinity, the guard moving to investigate and giving her a window to slip through the beaded curtain and book it up the stairs.

“Smooth, V”

“It has been known to happen”

Creeping up the stairs she scanned the room and hacked each camera disabling them before giving the room one last sweep and standing. She made her way through the small multi-desk office, laptops, chairs, and a few vending machines scattered about but her destination was the office at the back of everything, the semi-transparent door gave her a descent view that no one was in there but unfortunately refused to budge.

“Now what?”

She rolled her eyes at Johnny’s query and forced the door to move, fingers slipping between the crack made before she put all her might into the door and wrenched it open, the gorilla arms Vik had installed for her doing wonders at breaking the lock as she forced the door back.

“Damn...” She heard Johnny’s breathless whisper as she stepped into the doorway and looked up, the camera sweeping the room hadn’t registered her yet, a quick flick of of the power switch underneath it and it deactivated.

V pulled her jack from its port on her wrist and plugged it into the computer, eyes steady on the office door as the transfer of data to Wakako began.

Data Transfer: 20%

She flinched hearing voices outside the office and willed the transfer to hurry up as they lingered, louder than before but not quite at the office door. Her heart jumped into her throat as she saw a man pass by the door talking to another, both stopping just on the other side of the door.

“Where’d Juno leave those pills?”

“Don’t know, I think Yuki had a few stashed away in his office though”

She swore dropping low and activated her scanner searching for anything she could see outside the door to cause a distraction.

Data Transfer: 50%

Fire extinguisher. No, too close.

Disabled Camera. No, reactivating it meant she was still fucked getting out.

Laptop. No, facing the wrong way.

Vending Machine. Bingo.

She grinned sweeping it with her scanner again and activating a quick hack that had it short circuit and began to toss out its contents one after the other.

Data Transfer: 70%

V drummed her fingers against the table top, the transfer was almost complete, just a little more and it was done. She heard the two Tyger Claws grumble about the machine before commenting that they’d have to have someone look at it.

“Lets find those pills and get back before Bunta notices we’re gone”

She bit her lip, the progress bar on her optics creeping along.

Data Transfer: 100%

V pulled her jack as soon as the transfer cleared and dived for the cover of a nearby couch, its curve giving her enough of a space to crawl towards the exit as the office door slid open, two Tyger Claws entering the office engrossed in their conversation.

She watched and waited before targeting the computer to give another distraction as she slipped out the door and crouched low running through the multi-desk office and back towards the stairs. Her heels slapping against the metal as she rushed down and slipped through the curtain and back into the party, thankful that the guard was distracted by a nearby patron throwing up in one of the booths.

“Sneaky bitch” Dear god, if he’d been real she would have rammed her elbow back into Johnny’s face possibly breaking his nose as he whispered into her ear from behind, instead she flinched, a few party goers giving her strange looks as she bypassed them.

“Fuck me, Johnny, don’t fucking do that” She glared at the shit eating grin on his face as she weaved her way towards the exit, heart hammering a million miles a minute against her ribcage as she tried to act natural.

Getting to the street she called for her Hella EC-D and slipped in as soon as the car slowed to a halt, she grinned in the mirror before raising Wakako on the holo.

“V, I have received the data, another job well done”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way”

“Eddies are coming your way and I will be sending another gig your way soon”

“Always a pleasure, Wakako, keep me posted”

The call ended and V tossed the phone back onto her dash. “V,” She glanced over at Johnny in the passengers seat and cocked an eyebrow when he remained facing forward, a faint redness dusting his cheeks. “Keep the dress” Her lips twisted trying to suppress the happy smile that threatened to break out and lowered her head slightly nodding.

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