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sorryiliketoscreenshot · 3 years ago

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I know it's the last day but...

❤️🧡💛HAPPY PRIDE MONTH💚💙💜

Ok, I really don't know how to edit font size, style and color, so just pretend it's a rainbow please? ;-; I was planning to do a special post on the 28th, but I got kinda busy and lost my own deadline. So I decide to get into CP77 and take a few screenshots of all my babies and their lovers. There's even my first girl here, and I've never posted anything related to her before. Also, I've decided to give them all a proper name, a definitive name. So here goes:

The first one is my rockergirl Mayumi "Blue" Kayoh, she's a Streetkid and was born in NC, I actually created her first on the ttrpg and decide to bring her to cp77, and then I just fall in love with the stupid bitch.

The boy is my Vince, his full name is Vincent Viktor Vitenka. He's my babyboy what can I tell? Also born in NC on a corpo family, and followed their steps, until... Well, I guess yall know the story :v

Veronica "V" Valentte was my first girl, my first ever cyberpunk playthrough was with her, and boy, what a ride! She brings me a lot of emotions, and opening her files was nostalgic.

And the last is my girl Valerie "V" Schäell, I guess yall have seen her around here before. She's a nomad (believe it or not :P), born in California but outside NC, she lived with the Bakkers until she doesn't.

And I guess that's it?! Thank you if you read until here ❤️ I really appreciate it c:

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ad--misericordiam · 5 years ago

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Screw him, literally; Not SFW. (V. S. Ver.)

w: female-coded language.

Vincent is the sweetest, most precious boy you'll ever encounter. He's so gentle, so careful, so goddamn adorable. A proper cutie. And, yeah, I'm aware he's a 6'2 killer but he's baby, I don't take any criticism. And while most of his kindness towards you, and in general, stems from his crippling insecurity, I believe a substantial amount of it is completely innate. But enough of my cheap psychoanalysis. Onto the juicy part.

You're his inspiration, his muse. And before he was completely sure you were okay being his lover... he turned to his stealth abilities to observe you from the shadows. Voyeurism is an everyday occurrence. Typically, he catches you cooking, reading, singing quietly to yourself, all of it captured in his sketchbook. So, drawing you? Check. Drawing you... naked? Check. He's so, so ashamed of himself for this, but it all started because the bathroom door was left ajar by mistake one day, and you stood there in all your glory, only clad in a teensy towel, brushing your wet hair to get rid of any tangles, fresh out the shower. He was going to leave, really, he was! But then you bent over to put the brush back in the drawer, granting him the most perfect view of your pussy. And if that wasn't enough to make him feel like his mask was going to melt, you went ahead and shed the only thing that was keeping his eye from seeing you completely. His breath hitched, and he had to leave before you caught him red-handed. It was hard drawing your bare body with one hand while the other stroked his cock furiously, but he managed.

Drawing you posing willingly? Double check. Once your relationship was mostly stablished, he didn't need to sneak around so much to watch you. It's flattering, knowing he wants to immortalize you in his beloved sketchbook. He seemed to do it inadvertently, you'd be reading or fiddling with your phone, and he'd fish it out of his overalls to capture what he considers to be a miracle (You're there, and you want him, of all people). When you smile devilishly and discard all your clothes, lying down on the couch, his hands freeze, blue eye taking the size of a dinner plate. He'd gape at you, astounded, and you just know he's blushing up a storm under the mask, “Well? Get to it, Vinny”. You can clearly see the way his flyer is tenting, and yet his hands work diligently to do you justice.

He loves the way this entices you, juices dripping from your slit, lying there untouched and yet so ready to be fucked. The moment he puts the pencil down, you're on your feet, discarded clothes forgotten in your haste to drag him to your shared bedroom. “I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby”, you promise him, and he's panting already, following you blindly, “I want to ride you so bad”. He's putty in your hands after that.

Being used for you pleasure? Using his cock to get yourself off? You could get away with anything, his devotion is absolute. You could tell him to kneel and eat you out in the middle of the day and he'd drop everything to comply. Vinny is smitten. Bo will poke a bit of fun at him, but at the end of the day who's getting his dick sucked? Vincent. You don't take advantage of his willingness to please you, of course. You praise him for it, he deserves it. Telling him he's such a good boyfriend, so good to you, so sweet... it makes him flustered. And horny.

He has the prettiest cock out of all the slashers. Hands down. It's smooth save for a vein that goes from tip to sac on the underside (FYI: Sucking on it is enough to give him an aneurysm), no foreskin, the same shade as the rest of his body but flushed pink almost permanently. He also doesn't grow a lot of pubic hair, but he trims it short regularly, because having it sticky with bodily fluids is uncomfortable. His happy trail is to die for. The tip is particularly sensitive, and suckling on it while stroking him and/or fondling his balls will make him moan your name in a broken voice, thighs trembling. If he refuses to take the mask off, you just have to overstimulate the fuck out of him, doubling down on you efforts to ruin him in the best ways. “Do you want a break, babyboy?”, he nods, chest flushed and sweaty, “Show me your pretty face, then”. By the third orgasm, he tears it off, and you just have to let his cock fall from your hold to coo at him, “Thank you, Vinny”. He needs you to kiss him slowly, pushing his hair out of the way, letting him nuzzle you breasts, using you body to ground himself. This “technique” is also applicable when he's overworking himself and refusing to take a well-deserved break.

Being inside you is his favorite, but fingering you? A really close second. His fingers are deft, working you open carefully with two fingers, curling up just right to make you grab his wrist to keep him in place. He loves that. The heel of his hand grinds against your clit insistently, and your hole keeps making obscene noises that would make you blush if you were coherent enough. “Fuck, Vincent, just like that!”, your hands reach out towards him, breaking him out of his reverie, transfixed on the way the tight ring of muscles sucks his digits in, “Kiss me, please”. He dives towards you, sucking your tongue into his mouth, happily savoring your orgasmic cries of his name.

Riding his face is an experience. He's baffled you want his face between your legs. What he doesn't understand is how amazing he looks there, how debauched he looks under you, blue eye staring up at you, pouty lips parted, big hands seizing your hips to lower you to his mouth. He belongs there with you, being fucked out of his mind and loved sincerely. “That's my good boy”, you mewl, and so does he, “So fucking pretty, and all mine”. He can cum like that, face buried in your cunt, your juices dripping down his cheeks. Hell, he could die right there, and he'd die a happy man. He has a penchant for latching his mouth on your clit and sucking, keeping you in place with an iron grip until you feel overstimulated and faint. He won't stop unless you pull his hair and get off his face, and even then he'll try to chase after you with a displeased whine, disheveled and glassy-eyed. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N”, he's repeating your name like a prayer, and you just have to sink down on his cock, giving him what he needs. Just you, by his side.

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ad--misericordiam · 4 years ago

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all i want is to tie vincent’s hands with ribbon or silk up to a bed post and then completely body worship him and tease him at the same time.... is this too much to ask for?!

He has to trust you so, so much to even consider letting you dominate him like that, but letting you actually do it? He loves you to the bone, B. Congratulations.

He's already hard and leaking precum by the time you're done with the restraints, air leaving his pouty lips in shaky breaths, eyes following your every move keenly, begging without words— “Touch me, touch me, touch me”. But he's being obedient, he wants to be so good for you, so instead of whining and demanding, he lets you do as you please with his body. “That's it, Vinny, just like that”, he hears you purr, and shit, his cock is leaking so fucking much, “You look good enough to eat”. With that, you lean down and press your mouth to his, and he feels lightheaded and delirious when your tongue makes contact with his. And when you pull away, he lies there, his lips puffy and shiny, and he's looking at you with a reverence that makes you feel powerful.

“My babyboy is so good to me, so obedient, so beautiful”, his hips buck upwards at that, needy for contact against something, anything, but he drops them back down immediately, stuttering something that sounds like an apology. “It's okay, love, I know you need relief”, and you give it to him, closing a loose fist around his cock, squeezing just enough to make his thighs shake. “Is this what you wanted, baby?”, he nods his head wildly, moans pouring from his mouth like honey. But when you close your lips around his nipple? God, his dick leaks even more. “I'm gonna make you feel so good, Vinny, I want you to cum for me”. And he's close already, erection hard and pulsing, the glans almost purple, but he's holding on for you. “You don't have to wait, babyboy... cum”, and he does, pulling on the restraints with so much force you think he's going to break them, moaning your name.

By the time he's calm enough to be coherent again, he looks at you, looking for reassurance, “You looked so beautiful, love, are you okay?”, he nods his head again, “Then how about I make you cum again?”. Double shit, he's hard again.

#ask #vincent🥰

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