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seigephoenix · 3 months ago

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Kinktober 2024: Toys

A little over halfway done!! I'll be reblogging the masterlist tomorrow since I've finished over half of the prompts.

Ship: Veronique "V" x Jackie Welles. Content Warning: p in v, use of dildos, sass, multiple orgasms Length: 2.6k

Night City had not been what Veronique had expected when she’d first arrived. She missed her old home just outside of New Orleans, a nice quiet little hamlet by the bayou. Not that quiet meant safe but she grew up with her Gran and no one messed with her Gran. The very first lesson Gran ever taught her was Child, you don’t start no fight but if they swing first make it their last. Veronique took that lesson to heart and gained a reputation for her toughness in the tiny town. Her father’s grandmother also lived there and raised her up speaking creole.

“Hey, V.” Veronique looked up as Jackie approached with their lunch while they staked out the gig Padre had given them. She ignored the little glitch sitting beside her. Glitch? I’m hurt V. After the heist went belly up, she got that bullet in her head, and thought Jackie was dead… She was entitled to ignore him for a bit. Johnny merely smirked and disappeared as Jackie leaned against the barricade she was perched on. They were watching Jig Jig Street and waiting for some Tyger Claws that had made their boss angry. Wakako told them both that while the Claws usually dealt with their own issues, they did not want to appear as if they could not control their own. So they hired outside mercs to deal with it and make it seem like an independent job rather than corruption among the ranks.

“Thanks for the food, Jackie,” she said and accepted her burger from him. He leaned next to her and appeared nervous. “What’s got you so jumpy, mon ami?”

“Nothing big. Just got a little nervous about this gig.” Veronique looked over at him after taking a bite from her burger. “Don’t like doing things like this for the Claws.”

“If the job goes belly up then we can just book it. Don’t worry about it.” Jackie rolled his shoulders as she finished her lunch. “They set up shop in the sex shop, yes?” Veronique looked over at him as he turned away from her. “Jackie?”

Johnny appeared beside her and leaned against the barricade and Veronique gave him a warning glare. “C’mon V. Surely you know how it sounds when you say sex in that creole accent?” V’s jaw dropped before she sent him a vicious glare. “Sure, sure. Hate the messenger, why don’t you? Now didn’t Wakako say you were going to pose as a customer?”

Veronique didn’t like being reminded about that. Jackie had automatically volunteered her for that job. Veronique hopped down from the barricade and stretched before she hopped off the curb. “Where are you going V?”

“To start the job. You’re the one who volunteered me for this part of it.” She grinned as Jackie turned his head away from her at the reminder. “Are you embarrassed? Seriously Jackie?” Veronique clasped her hands behind her back and leaned around to look at Jackie’s face. “It’s just a toy store. Not even a Joy toy, just regular toys. Hardly anything to really get embarrassed about.” V shook her head when he refused to look at her and she straightened. “Alright. Stay here. When you hear gunshots, you’ll know when to come barging in.” That got his attention.

“I’ll come with you,” he said to her surprise. V rested her hand against her hip as she poked his chest with her other finger.

“Why so eager now? We’ve been in dozens of firefights Jackie. This one won’t be any different.” She spun on her heels and walked across the asphalt with Jackie hot on her heels. V ignored Johnny perched beside the entrance to the store looking at one of the dildos on display.

“Think this one will look close to lover boy there?” V kept the anger off her face but she couldn’t fight the heat that rose in her cheeks. “Hah, embarrassed? You’re so stupid over him. Just fuck him already and get it over with.” Veronique wanted to flip him off but no one else saw him. She hated the questions that came when she acknowledged him. Instead, she walked through the doors and paused as the sickly sweet cloud hit her senses. Brave of the shop owner to blatantly blow aphrodisiac through their air filtration system, mild as it was anyway. Veronique had smelled more powerful ones and she turned to look at the wall of dicks. That’s what she called it anyway. A dick in every single size, color, and shape. If you had a particular fantasy then this shop had the dick you needed. Wakako had told her to get a particular one which would signal to the owner to clear out so they could take care of the Claws currently holding him hostage. A desperate bid to keep the other Claws off their back. Shop owner was a nephew or something of their current big boss.

She reached for the box and wanted to sink into the floor. At least this one wasn’t quite as outrageous as some of the others and when she looked down was a little intriguing. V frowned at those thoughts; she knew it was the aphrodisiac being pumped into the store. The mild stimulant was enough to get the bloody flowing and body craving something but not enough to make anyone mindless. Influential enough to make a rash decision about which dick or pussy to buy in the store though. She set the box on the counter and the clerk looked down at the box before going back to V. He nodded and felt relieved.

“I’m taking my lunch boss! Store’s clear!” He called out over his shoulder before wishing V and Jackie good luck. V heard the stirrings in the back and crouched in front of the counter. Jackie was right behind her and she wished he wasn’t. Her body throbbed at the feel of him behind her, that strength and heat just right there. Her eyes widened when she felt something brush against her ass, he was hard. V tried to tell herself it was because of the mild stimulant and not her but that stupid brain of hers refused to see reason.

“We know you’re there. We’ve got the owner.” V shook herself from her fantasy of Jackie bending her over the counter and focused on the mission. They had to take these guys down without the owner dying.

Later in V’s apartment

“Splendid job V, as always. Payment is being transferred now, and your bonus for making sure no one else was killed.” V saluted as Wakako ended the call. She dropped her head back against the sofa and groaned when Johnny appeared beside her. She didn’t want to look at the fucking coffee table where the damned thing was sitting, as if mocking her. V didn’t know what she was thinking when he brought it back with her.

“You could always use that toy on yourself if you want to fuck something.” V turned her head and glared at him. “What? You’re a bitch when you’re horny.”

“Fuck off Johnny,” V snapped as Johnny leaned back on her couch. Veronique couldn’t deny she was still feeling that aphrodisiac from the sex shop. Her eyes landed on the box standing up on her coffee table almost like it was taunting her.

“I can feel your thoughts too ya know. Go ahead and use it. Maybe you’ll be less of a bitch after rubbing one out.” Johnny snapped as he leaned against her couch cushions.

“Cochon.” Johnny’s lips curved in amusement at the name she spat at him.

“Pig? For shame V. Gran would be disappointed in you.”

“Disappointed I didn’t call you something else. Go away Johnny.” He rolled his eyes but disappeared as she reached for the box. She really was a little hard up and it wasn’t as if she was going to be getting any real dick. Not with her cowardly running away from admitting any feelings for Jackie. Not wanting to lose his friendship was the biggest factor in things.

She pulled off her jacket and shirt before she thought better of it, tossing them haphazardly over the couch cushions. She did have to chuckle as her nipples already reacted, pebbling in the cool air. The little bars in them shone in the overhead lights and she made her way to the bed, kicking off the pants and her panties in one move. Veronique grabbed her headphones and, as pathetic as she knew it was, listened to an old voicemail Jackie left for her. She could feel the judgement from Johnny but silently warned him to shut the fuck up.

Her hands brushed over her nipples, teasing, and pinching the bars there until they were throbbing for more. She set the toy beside her hips before she slid a hand between her legs. V groaned when she ground her palm against her clit, grinding small circles over the sensitive nub. Pleasure slithered along her body, coiling tight between her legs. V tilted her head back on a soft sigh of his name with her back bowing at the heated pleasure swam in her veins.

V never heard the door open nor the food dropping to the floor when he looked up from his phone. No wonder V never answered his phone call. He knew, logically, that he should turn around and leave. V wouldn’t want him to see her like this. He cursed softly at how hard his dick was for her. He turned to open the door when he heard it. His name. Jackie. He looked over his shoulder at her sprawled out on the bed. Her long fingers working on her clit with her other hand massaging those glorious tits of hers. And she had pierced nipples? A shudder went through him and he stepped away from the door. He was going to go to hell for this, but he just couldn’t look away. Jackie’s eyes followed her hand as it reached out and grabbed the dildo before bringing it to her mouth. He was afraid he was going to spill in his pants when the silicone slipped past her lips. He was dying to feel them around his cock.

The soft sounds coming from her would be the death of him. His system was still revved from the sex shop when her ass had been snug against him. He’d reminded himself about the job and what was riding on it, when all he wanted to do was bend her over the counter then and there. V was his friend, his best friend. Yet he couldn’t stop those thoughts about his best friend sucking his cock or riding it. He was this close to begging. Jackie’s eyes followed her hand as she dragged the dildo from her lips, over her breasts, until the tip slid inside her body. Jackie stepped over to the bed shedding his jacket and shirt. He couldn’t stop himself from watching as V fucked herself with a fake dick but moaned his name.

V sighed as the dildo stretched and hit all the right spots inside. The tiny ridges heightened the pleasure spiraling in her. Jackie’s voice filled her ears with her headphones and she could imagine him there with her. That it was his cock fucking her instead of silicone. The heat tightened between her legs, pushing her towards the edge. She reached for it when a hand closed over her ankle. Rough fingers trailed up the inside of her leg and her eyes flew open in alarm. She’d locked her door hadn’t she!? V locked eyes with.

“J-Jackie!?” V almost yelled as she saw him sitting at the foot of her bed, one hand on her leg, one hand between his legs, but those eyes were locked on her. “Jesus! You scared.” V swallowed around her words when his hand rested against her thigh. Too close to where she wanted it, but none of this made sense. She eased the headphones off her head when his lips moved. “Wh-what?”

“I said, what are you listening to V?” She froze at his question and hastily tossed the headphones out of his reach. “Suspicious.”

“Why are you here Jackie?” V asked as she shifted biting down on the moan when the dildo hit deep and her thighs squeezed together at the crash of warmth through her body. His hand never moved from her thigh only adding to the heightened sensitivity.

“You moaned my name chica.” V stared at him with lips parted in surprise before she rolled over, taking the blanket with her to bury her head in. “It’s too late hiding now V.” Veronique shook her head and held on tight when he tugged at the fabric. “Veronique.”

“No. Fout tonè!” Jackie shook his head before his hand fisted in the blanket and he yanked. V let out a squeal at the rush of air before he laid over her. Her ass fit snug against him and he reached down under her and pulled the toy out tossing it aside easily. Jackie rested his forearms to keep his weight from crushing her but his lips were right by her ear.

“We can talk later yeah?” She sucked in a breath when he rocked his hips against her, the head of his cock pushing just past her lips. “Fuck V.” She barely had time to nod when her head dropped down to the blanket. Surely she was still dreaming? She wanted this so badly, too badly to argue against it now. Instead she nodded and rocked her hips against his.

V’s hands clawed at the blanket when his cock pushed inside. Yet it felt so damn real. A shaky moan left her lips when he was fully seated inside of her body. His cock stretched her body so much better than that dildo did. She rocked back against him relishing the harsh curse from him. His name flowed from her lips with each slow rock of his hips against her. She gasped when his hand slid underneath her again, those thick fingers toying with her clit bringing her closer to that edge. His dick hit deep inside making her shudder and moan each time. “Fuck. Jackie. I’m gonna come.” V bit off a harsh moan as the waves crashed hard through her body. She let out a muffle shriek when Jackie’s teeth latched onto her shoulder as his cock pulsed inside of her. Her breathing was ragged as she struggled to remember her damn name. V didn’t get a chance to catch her breath before he leaned back and flipped her over. His hands were on the backs of her thighs, pushing until his cock was back inside of her. Her knees pushed into her tits but all she could think about was the way his cock hit so deep inside. Her fingers twisted in the sheets as she tried to move but was pinned down by his weight.

The heat overwhelmed her senses and she groaned his name when his hands let go of her thighs, only to drape them over his arms as he leaned down over her. “Mi vida.” V looked up at him in surprise as she knew what that meant. Her walls squeezed his cock at the words.

“Mon cheri.” Jackie looked down at her for a beat before he swooped down and his lips covered hers in a clumsy kiss. V grasped the back of his neck, holding him as she poured everything she had in the kiss. She moaned in his mouth as the sounds of flesh slapping on flesh filled her small apartment. V’s head fell back when his cock hit deep groaning when his lips grazed the column of her neck. Heat rolled over her in languid waves when she came around his cock, each wave punctuated by the sound of his name.

Jackie hissed out her name when his cock pulsed again inside of her. He rolled to the side after the last wave ebbed and he pulled her against his chest. They both struggled to get their breathing under control. His hand slid down until he palmed her ass. V’s fingers curled into his shirt as she glared up at him. “So chica, you ready to talk now?”

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yns-world · 1 year ago

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Idol Worship

Pairings: Cyberpunk 2077 Men x Fem!Idol!Reader

Context: You’re a hyper feminine idol with a cutesy, girlie concept. As a Night City celebrity, these are some headcanons of your life with the men.

A/N: Y/S/N = Your Stage Name

Jackie Welles: You and Jackie had been dating for a year before your rise to fame, and have been going strong ever since. He supported your music dreams from the start, and you’ll always see him as your first fan, as well as your biggest fan (both literally and figuratively). When you started booking bigger venues and had appearances on TV shows, Jackie became worried that you’d leave him for some Hollywood slick, since that’s what everyone always did when they become famous, but you reassured him that’d you’d never leave him since he was the only one for you.

At the beginning of your stardom, you had decided to keep your romantic life personal as to keep Jackie away from all of the fame but that proved to be difficult when you had a known stalker on your tail. This stalker followed you everywhere and caused you countless restless nights. The situation had gotten so bad that he broke into your hotel one night, but thankfully you had stayed out that night and weren’t inside when he broke in. After that incident, Jackie didn’t feel safe to have you out on tours by yourself.

That’s when you both decided that it would be best to publicize your relationship-- one, to keep weirdos at bay, and two, so that Jackie could be with you all of the time unapologetically.

Thankfully, the fans took to Jackie pretty well-- with the exception of your pervy fans, but you weren’t too concerned with them anymore since Jackie became an unofficial official bodyguard. There wasn’t a single picture of you where Jackie wasn’t also in it, either intentionally or unintentionally.

Concerts, TV showings, photoshoots, Jackie was always there next to you. You were able to convince your manager to hire Jackie as full-time secretary since he was able to prove himself much more useful than the lumberjacks that couldn’t stop a fly.

Johnny Silverhand: You had already made a name for yourself when you met Johnny, and your first meeting was at an elite club that’s only known to a select few. In the dark night club, Johnny’s body was pressed flush against yours and all you both could do was stare into each other’s eyes and sway to the pounding bass of the music. The chemistry was wild, and Johnny was hooked, but you left before the night was over, leaving him high and dry.

The next time he would see you would be on electric boards in the city, performing your latest song. That’s when he recognized you-- those eyes, those god forsaken eyes that reeled him in.

With a call to his manager and a few pulling of strings, Johnny was able to bring you into his home-studio on the pretenses of having you songwrite a song he’s been working on. Needless to say, that would be one of many “studio sessions”.

Within a month, Johnny found himself asking you to be his girlfriend, and you agreed. Johnny being Johnny, immediately wanted to publicize the relationship. To say the public was shocked was an understatement. A crazy metalhead dating the cutesy pop star? Do we need to alert the feds?

But when the paparazzi photos of the two of you spending quality time together were leaked, everything was finally clicking into place.

At first, you didn’t want your relationship to overshadow your career so you would regularly decline any commentary or showings that had anything to do with Johnny, but after a few deep, honest sit downs with him, you both agreed that you would be able to make this business-pleasure relationship work.

After a few months of dating, not only were you able to show up to public functions together but you both featured on songs together. Your bird-like voice and his scruffy voice complimented each other remarkably well, not to mention the mixing of such polar genres. The two of you would release some of your most popular music together.

A few examples would be “Strawberry Kisses - Johnny Silverhand feat. Y/S/N”, and “Make Daddy Proud - Y/S/N feat. Johnny Silverhand”.

Johnny’s influence would definitely inspire you to expand in both your concept and your music. You would be his muse, and he would be yours.

Viktor Vektor: As part of the industry, it’s common for idols to get cyberware and plastic surgery done to conform to societal beauty standards-- as the motto goes, “in Night City, looks are everything.”

In the beginning of your career, your manager needed you to get some cyberware done but knew you couldn’t pay for the high prices that legitimate surgeons required, so he introduced you to a man with less-than-honest credentials.

That’s where you met him. Viktor Vektor. A miracle worker based out of a dingy basement and faulty fluorescent lights.

He treated you like a princess and you were in love right then and there. His gentle touches on your face and most intimate parts made you swoon.

Your manager had sent Viktor a list of procedures he wanted, but Viktor only consulted with you on what you wanted, no more and no less.

After the first consultation, you were hooked, and the feeling was mutual. You would check in at least monthly, and would find any reason to give him a call just to hear his voice.

By the time he had finally asked you out, you both were so used to sneaking around that it was silently agreed upon to not publicize this relationship. Maybe it was taboo, with the age gap and career choice, but it was love. And to you both, that was all that mattered.

And thanks to Viktor’s connections in the industry, you were quick to become the face of high fashion and runways. Always equipped with the latest cyberware, your tech upgrades were trendsetters, with influencers and celebrities alike flocking to imitate your work. But your tech was always one-of-a-kind, that’s what Viktor vowed to do from the moment he met you. Every creation he creates for you is only for you. It’s custom-made for your body and mind, no one else’s.

Your looks had become so famous that there was a genre of cyberware named after you: Roseware, an homage to your pink and aesthetic gadgets.

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 requests again (specifically for cyberpunk), please read my the posts on my pinned before requesting :) lmk if y’all have any ideas for more content like this cause this was fun to write :D

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