Silly Literature

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

Reminder: do not engage if you're under 18. NSFW. Explicit VP. M/F nudity. Consensual.

Disclaimer: I didn't proofread this and I know I could do better but I don't wanna sit on it forever (no pun intended).

Previous entry

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

Entry 08

… t̲̂̓ͩ̑r̴̨̦͕̝ā̤̓̍͘ṇ̤͛̒̍s̠҉͍͊ͅc͕͗ͤ̕̕r̴̨̦͕̝ỉ͔͖̜͌b̬͖̏́͢ỉ͔͖̜͌ṇ̤͛̒̍ĝ̽̓̀͑ …

The countdown days to the parade was the best period of time we had during my relic-infested phase. Regrets, doubts, even mistrust, all of that pushed aside for the sake of enjoying a blissful impasse together. The idle time was spent both brainstorming details for our operation and polishing the jagged edges of our alliance.

It would be generous to say we had a reconciliation night that put all the pieces in their place. At least we settled into a form of communication we both understood very well. It simplified things and completely erased our language barrier. It was a channel for us to release all the anger, tension and fear that had built up inside us, and it left enough room to start fresh, come morning.

Waking up next to him for the first time was better than I had imagined. To feel him shuffling gently trying to check if I was awake without disturbing me, to wrap my arms around him and freely kiss him, made me feel things the best BD would fail to capture. Yup. I’m dead and this is my reward. I get to stop time and live like this forever. I was even more stunned when he actually followed me to the shower, without any naughty intentions. 

To my surprise, Goro brought up the subject of the living arrangement in Japantown.

"I thought you had dismissed that idea".

"I admit I got scared when you offered. Living together, in this situation, it didn't sit right with me".

"And what do you think now?"

"I still think it's wrong. I can't contribute to the purchase in any meaningful way".

"I didn't expect you to".

"I understand. And I see the advantages to having a safe and private place to meet. I won't settle there permanently. But I will stay for as long as you'll have me".

"Well, if it's up to meee..." I said cracking a devilish smile and squeezing his buttcheeks hard - "you'll never set another foot outside!"

---

We left the Atrium around noon to see the Japantown place together. I told him it wouldn’t be up to his standards but he shook his head and wrapped an arm around me.

"All that matters is that the place remains safe from prying eyes".

"I know they are still hunting us but I haven’t had a single encounter with them yet. Have you?"

"No. I estimate they are busy preparing for the parade". 

"It’s still weird. I wonder if Oda has something to do with it. Perhaps he’s running interference, for your sake". 

I paid for the rent as we got there, trying to contain the laughter. Goro's expressions were just too much, the dirty entrances and hallways ruin his mood.

This place is ours now, so let's clean!

While he picked up the trash and tidied up the kitchen, I put up some decor, including hideshi’s poster - he didn't think it was funny but I couldn't stop laughing. You’re never beating the allegations, darling, not while looking like a million Eddies.

We split up in the afternoon: I had to see Dino about the gig he’d called about and Goro had things to move and other Goro things he usually does when he's out of sight (he never spills much). 

After my gig was done, I went back to see Dino for my pay. The place was rocking some tunes, even JS wanted to headbang to, so I had a drink and took a selfie for Goro.

"Babe, gig is done. I'm gonna be a little late", I texted.

"So, that's Dino. A strapping young man".

"He says hi!"

"Did you have to wear that suit?"

"It was an infiltration gig!"

"And now you're drinking with him".

"Just one sip after a job well done".

"You look good together".

"Are you sulking, Mr. Bodyguard?"

"No".

"I'm at our apartment. Making dinner. I thought the least I could do was cook".

"You for real? Not playing with me? Send me a selfie!"

I chugged a second vodka shot, said bye to Dino and hurried back to Japantown. I just couldn't believe my eyes. I was half expecting this to be a prank or a trap... a honey trap, I thought smiling widely when I finally laid eyes on the man that had me wrapped around his little finger.

"I'll help you out of that", he said without waiting for an invitation to unzip me.

"Where did you even get that apron?"

"Does it matter?"

"It's... distracting", I said mimicking his reaction to my suit.

"Shower. Then we eat".

In the back of my head I always surprise myself at how willingly my body moves on his orders. No hesitation, not a flick of doubt. It just moves. I could barely contain my excitement when I came out of the shower.

"Is that...? Are you wearing my shirt?"

"Yup. Couldn't resist. It smells like you", my reply causing him to break into a mild blush all of a sudden.

I had never had sushi like that before. I've no idea how he pulled it off. The whole evening was unreal. The food, the stout man naked in an apron, our little warm and comfy bubble isolated from NC.

Basically, I think it was just Goro's sort of arms-length approach to personal relationships that he seems to have before meeting V. We know he's literally not even used to being asked if he's alright after heavy and traumatizing events. To the point that someone asking would garner suspicion.

So essentially, from what little I could gather lore-wise it was an example of him being the tough-love sort. (Think when V has the episode atop the unfinished building during the stakeout and he calmly tells them "you do not look so bad." Even though they clearly do). You can't tell me he and Oda don't have a somewhat close relationship, or as close as Arasaka allows. Close enough that Oda didn't immediately kill him during the meeting despite believing Goro to be Saburo's killer at the time. Close enough that he warned him to try and run.

So no, I don't think they have beef. Quite the opposite. I think Goro saying he hadn't killed oda despite having the chance is his way of saying "I care about him." And him pointing out Oda has never hurt him either is how he tells himself "and he cares about me."

Like that is his direct student that he personally trained to take over the position as Hanakos bodyguard. Oda would have learned most of what he knows both ethically and combat wise from Goro. You really have to pay attention to small details in this game. Takemura pleading with you to spare oda is the real mark of his care for his pupil. Oda having such intense personal hatred for V likely stems from a place of "you stole my most trusted mentor from me" and is his sign of care in return. I had always assumed the reason Oda calls us a whore during the fight is because he has convinced himself that we seduced Goro away from Arasaka but maybe that was just me.

the online discourse about whether or not fanfic writers and fan artists are "real writers / real artists" is not only tiring but it also makes no sense. because by saying "fanfic writers aren't real writers, fan artists aren't real artists, because their art centers around pre-existing characters and because their art cannot legally be monetized" you're saying "art, to me, is not about art itself but about whether or not the thing I consume is about pre-existing characters", you're saying "art, to me, is not about art itself but about whether or not it is profitable" and that makes no sense.

Shipping

please click the images for full view!

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

Reminder: do not engage if you're under 18. NSFW. Explicit VP. M/F nudity. Consensual.

Previous entry

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

Entry 07

… t̲̂̓ͩ̑r̴̨̦͕̝ā̤̓̍͘ṇ̤͛̒̍s̠҉͍͊ͅc͕͗ͤ̕̕r̴̨̦͕̝ỉ͔͖̜͌b̬͖̏́͢ỉ͔͖̜͌ṇ̤͛̒̍ĝ̽̓̀͑ …

The day we executed the infiltration into Arasaka's Industrial Plant, the weather seemed to reflect the mood. The former was cold, damp and oppressive; the latter, dark, heavy and prickly. A thin veil of professionalism was all that held it together.

After sunset, we met near the empty construction lot we had used for recon the day before. On purpose, I wore one of my skimpiest operator skinsuits. Don't judge me too harshly. I was out to tease him but not at the expense of my field readiness.

"You... is that all you're wearing?", he asked while scanning me from head to toe.

"Huh. Why, yes? What's wrong with it?"

"It's... distracting. Is it even suitable for the job?"

"I can assure you everything's in place"

"I can see that".

"Eyes up here, mister". I said being both serious and playful. "Based on your reaction, this suit will buy me precious seconds if anyone does manage to spot me".

"If you're sure... I'll be on my way then. Good luck."

"Stay safe."

---

Inside the facility I moved quickly and unhindered so I reached the upload location sooner than expected. I jacked in and confirmed completion of my task over comms. And then I put my foot in my mouth.

"The float is ours. We could take it and fly you back to Tokyo", I joked.

"I may just do that!" he replied, openly laughing. It was the happiest I had heard him sound since we started talking. So, he can laugh like that. And that truly stung.

His subsequent diversion provided cover for my exit, yet he wasn't anywhere to be seen. Diversion without exfiltration. Another stone cold goodbye.

"I will contact you when the parade is imminent", and that was that.

---

The next day, after the shock passed, I was frankly seething. Trying to reach out to him over text only led to more pain. There was no room for misinterpretation: he wasn't just rejecting my offer to share a dinner, he was ending things between us. Politely yet firmly, as he always was.

I knew there had to be a reason why he changed so abruptly after we kissed. There has to be someone, someone he loves, back in Japan. It's not that I didn't prepare for this possibility. But I am selfish. I am greedy. He makes me happy and I'm running out of time.

Haunted by Silverhand's constant, snarky remarks, I was feeling more mentally drained than ever. I held out for a few days thanks to the omega blockers, but I was so sick of hearing him in my head, seeing him in my spaces... it grated on my nerves until I couldn't stave off my loneliness... it cuts deeper when the place by your side used to have someone dear in it.

"I'm down and I need a pick me up. Can you meet me here tonight?", I texted Goro with a location pin.

A few hours (and more than a few cocktails) later, he arrived: "Ho-oh bar?" was the first thing out of his mouth, as he looked around the joint not even trying to hide his dislike.

"Ah... right... you hate Kabuki. I forgot". I couldn't take my eyes of him. He wasn't wearing his usual trench coat. Ugh. He looks way too sexy in a vest. Did he dress up to see me? Fuuuck.

"Hate is a strong word. I merely find this place... uhmm... what's the word?"

"Quaint?"

"Dingy. So, why meet here? Should I worry you have a gambling problem on top of a fondness for alcohol?"

"You, worry? About lil' ol' me?", a sad smile creeping to my lips. "I did a gig here recently so I came to check out how they were doing".

"I see".

"So... obligations in Japan, huh? Is that the excuse you wanna use?"

"..."

"I know, I know. You won't talk about your personal life with me. I'm just your lackey. Yet I hope you believe me when I say I'm not working against your wish to return to Japan".

"This 'situationship' of ours, I know it only exists because I want you to want me. I'm not planning on clinging onto you when the mission ends. I never asked for empty promises. I just can't surrender to the fact that I will soon cease to exist and there'll be no one left to remember me as more than 'V, the merc'."

"I need you. You keep me going. If you regret saving me back in that landfill, well, that's on you. I never asked for it".

"We have no future, miss V. We are both outcasts. But I never, not for one second, regretted saving you. We saved each other, though you may not remember that".

"So why we can't we continue doing the one thing that brings us a small measure of happiness? Do you truly want to give up on this?"

"It makes everything more complicated. We can't afford the distraction".

To watch him struggle to save face and keep his own feelings down should've softened me. But instead it made my anger flare up. His personal qualms, whatever they were, had us wasting precious time.

"Well, fuck me then. And you know what? Fuck your regrets and obligations, Goro. Just... leave. I ain't one to shackle people to my side" 

"Why are you so angry? Did I not come? Am I not listening?"

"No, I don't think you are. Your head is too far up Arasaka's ass to pay any attention to your here and now. I open up only to you. I thought you were ready to reciprocate. I don't wanna be one of your obligations".

"V... let me explain why - "

"I can't make you understand... so, fine, you get what you want. Let's just stop. Don't reach out to me again unless it's about the parade. And if you won't leave this bar, then I'll fuck off all on my own.

---

Being drunk and sad is truly a terrible combination. Your senses get completely muddled and your judgement goes out the window. Add a noisy passenger in your brainwaves and it's no small feat to even find your way home. I left him there, like a statue, and ran away. What face was he making? The images in my brain are so blurry they made me dizzier.

To make matters worse, thinking about him always ends up making me horny as hell. I remember that part of the night in flashes, as I sloppily undressed myself and dropped on the pouf like a potato sack, crying and cursing him. In a mix of rage and self-loathing I clumsily tried to ease my pain with my fingers, hoping for an endorphin jolt from climaxing.

I didn't know he had followed me home. I didn't know he was standing just outside the door. And that he hadn't knocked because he could hear everything.

My phone lit up. My left hand was all wet and sticky so I used my right. It was a text from Dino, a fixer I had worked for before. I hit the call button so I wouldn't have to type and kept touching myself.

"Heeeyy, Diiinooo!", I said drawling out his name.

"V? You busy right now, babe?"

"I don't knooww, man. I'm really drunk, hahaha".

"Best if we talk tomorrow then. Be safe, V"

"Mmhmm"

It was then a familiar noise made me look up. I gasped and dropped my phone but my other hand was stuck down my undies. Standing at the threshold, as the door closed behind him, was Goro.

"Da fuck? Silverhand, is this a new dirty trick you're pulling on me, you mean fucking bastard? Stop that! I don' wanna see 'im", I whined.

"What do you think you're doing?", Goro asked, a frown starting to form as he fixed an intense gaze on me.

"Huh, is that really you?" I was sluggish but my system kept trying to sober me up.

"Yes, it's really me. Who did you want it to be?"

"How the fuck did you get in?!", I tried standing up but I lost my balance.

"I saw you put in the code last time".

"Sly fox", I said with a small chuckle that devolved into a cough.

"You keep touching yourself even in front of a man who just broke into your home. Are you always in heat?".

"What? It's my house. Who's forcing you to watch?" I smiled at him as I went deeper into my core, letting out a small moan.

"Calling other men, pleasuring yourself without asking for permission. Unruly and shameless, don't you think?"

"I wasn't calling other men, wait, how did you know - ?"

"Shall we add lying to the list, too? I could hear you from outside. The wall isn't soundproof".

He close our distance in less than two steps, grabbed my nape and pressed my face hard against his crotch.

My only thought was: this poor zipper is ready to be relieved from duty. It made me giggle loudly and that seemed to make him angrier.

"Is this Dino coming over? Answer me."

"... n-no".

"Speak properly".

"No, he'ss n-not cc-omminhg. I-t wwas-a work call."

"So you say. But you're not in a position that shows your sincerity". He unzipped his pants and shoved his cock all the way into the back of my throat.

"...-ro"

"No more talking. I know perfectly well what you want. Your hips move on their own hoping I'll fill you up. But you won't get it tonight. You don't deserve it".

Pole dancing Goro (for the braindance)

I did it because I could, obviously. And in a full body suit so there's no nudity issues.

My Corpo V has it so good.

Wakes her up with freshly brewed tea. Makes her his signature onigiri whenever she asks for it.

The man that he is.

---

Extra shots taken as tests for posing and props adjustments

like slicked back with taper fade. can you draw this if you have the time? THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!

Hey, thank you for your kind words ✨

I hope this lives up to your expectations 😅

Goro Takemura is The Devil

Based on Alexandre Cabanel's The Fallen Angel

“Relax, I just wanna take some pictures.”

What do you think he'd play for your V?