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a rock and their diamond ˚ ♡ ⋆｡ venture + [bimbo] reader {hcs}

synopsis : venture with a dumb, bimbo-ish, sexy gf… i mean c’mon it’s already canon

—TW : some nsfw hcs , slight exhibitionism , reader is very suggestively a girl , big tits (ahh boo!!!)

art credits : leesam_23

“oh cool! i had a friend obsessed with archeology back in high school; she told me i was a libra!”

“you mean astrology…?” dr. ziegler raised her brow.

“um… i don’t think it had anything to do with space.”

that was the moment sloane cameron knew you were the one.

you’re ditzy, beauty, sexy, (and tall)—quite the opposite to your venturous partner. and most could describe you two as the ‘beauty and brains’.

venture was enraptured the very second they laid their eyes on you. talk about the star of the show; everyone’s attention was focused on you the moment you walked into that dig site.

you’re tiny pink dress that hugged the curve of your waist so tight—barely covering your ass and most definitely straining against your tits (not that sloane was looking…). your long legs and plush thighs that made the archeologist gulp. tall, elegant heels which only put you on more of a pedestal. and if people weren’t already drooling over your body, your face definitely topped the cake. you were gorgeous through and through. a doll.

and, yet, through all sloane’s nervousness, they could tell you looked a tad lost.

“hi! sloane cameron. are you looking for something?” they reached a hand out which you gladly shook; venture noticing your pretty, pink acrylics.

“yes! my daddy works in the medical tent—any idea where i could find it? sure doesn’t look like a fun camping trip though.”

sloane shook the last comment off, saying they’d show you where the tent is. although the digger was dusty and smelled like minerals, you decided to follow close beside them.

that’s where they introduced you to dr ziegler. “are you a doctor too?” you’d ask. “oh, gosh, no. i’m one of the archeologists working here.” and there, the infamous moment took place.

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venture refers to you as various different gemstones, which you love. their go-to’s being ‘opal’, ‘angel’ (short for angelite), and, of course, diamond—your favorite.

^ “almost done w these soil samples. then omw home opal! xo” sloane would reply with to your needy texts.

^ “what’d you want f’dinner, angel?” they’d ask, wrapping scarred arms around you from behind.

^ “you look as stunning as always, diamond.” watching you give a twirl to showcase your outfit for tonight—something always a little teasing and small… not that venture had any complaints.

sloane worked late hours, fully devoted to their passion. you would usually find them hunched over at the table. slim fingers pressing circles into their shoulders, massaging away the tension. your partner would sigh, leaning back before taking your hand and guiding you into their lap. they’d explain their most recent endeavor and you would listen… even though the information went into one ear and out the other.

“ya’ know?” you, in fact, did not know, but gave a supportive nod anyways. sloane snorted, planting calloused hands on the plush of your hips as you straddled their waist. god, they wanted nothing more than to kiss that oblivious look off your face.

speaking of a suggestive kiss, does it come as a surprise that sloane just can’t get enough of you?

their hands are always on you, one way or another—how could they not? so much to grab, so much to play with.

they’d kneed your supple thighs, pinching the fat in awe. and they’d mewl as if it was their own flesh.

sometimes, venture would sit atop you in bed—spending time poking and prodding every part of you like a new toy… not caring about your excessive squirming, stifling little moans.

god, your breasts were the best part. sloane would do anything to be near them at all times. alone, the archeologist fondled your tits, squeezing your nipples between their middle and index and watching them harden. if you were a tease, sloane must be a sadist.

with you being eye candy, there was, of course, a lot of attention drawn to you. some would simply admire from afar, while others took a more brave approach.

venture isn’t a very jealous type… i mean, that’s what they’ve always believed about themselves. yet, seeing men flock to you like moths to a light—it was… irritating.

there was no such thing as ‘innocent’ conversations or ‘harmless’ touches when it came to you; everything anyone did was quite obviously intentional. and somehow, the cherry on the cake was always the follow up question, “did you come here alone?”

and as the men would compliment your hair, and subtly look at your finger for a ring, sloane would interject.

well… if you count standing a few feet away with a hot, red face staring daggers into the men’s eyes as interjection… then, yes, sloane interjected. but, the real problem solver was you, oblivious you. you, who knew you were pretty hot, but didn’t count anyone’s intentions as scandalous.

so, you’d see your partner in the distance and your eyes would immediately light up, waving your hand to call them over. maybe that’s all sloane needed, because as soon as they see that look of adoration in your face, all that anger would subside. you were theirs, after all.

don’t think those men would be off the hook, however. venture would most definitely slide an arm around your waist as you walk away… maybe slightly grabbing the round of your ass with a sly smirk on their face.

you loved to surprise your partner with visits at their job. you never minded dirt and grime and it mostly seemed like it avoided you all together.

venture would be in the middle of a log, wiping beads of sweat off their hairline after a long dig. “excavation log dash 2-3-3, this is sloane cameron speaking—my team and i just discovered a fascinating—“ “baby!!” you ran up to the archeologist, practically jumping on them as you curled your arms around their neck.

sloane would be startled before turning around and giving you an equally tight hug. others whisper about how lucky their coworker is since sloane’s face reached right between your tits. and to think your partner hated the height difference (not in the moment).

“okay, guys, hold that thought! i’ll be back!” your partner would wave.

speaking of surprises, you’d always come home with rocks for sloane. standing in front of your partner with hands behind your back, “guess.” you’d giggle. every night, the surprise was no different, but venture would entertain your enthusiasm.

“hmm… let’s see… is it… a flower?” “nope!” “candy?” “nuh uh.” “a perfectly preserved dilophosaurus spine fossil with all discs in tact?!” you looked around, “uh… i don’t think so?” venture would sigh.

you open your hands, revealing a smooth, brown rock about the size of your palm. “it’s a rock!” you smiled wide and sloane’s cheeks tinted red from how cute you could be. “thank you, diamond! i love it.” you’d sit next to them on the couch, holding onto their arm. “i found it on the sidewalk. what kind of fossil do you think it is? maybe a dinosaur one?”

sloane would pat your head, trying to refrain from explaining to you that most fossils are dinosaurs… and that you wouldn’t find one on the side walk. “angel, i think it’s just a rock—a cool rock nonetheless!” and that satisfied you enough.

honorable mention, but venture definitely buys packs of fossil dig kits for kids you could get at walmart. they keep them at their work station for when you visit because you love to be included in whatever sloane is doing.

sloane works on grid maps in their tent with you by their side, scraping down compacted sand to find your prize. “i did it!” you put down your tiny mallet. “good job, opal! what’d you get?” you pout your lips confusingly, “another rock?” venture, tiredly, rubs your shoulder, “it’s a fossil, opal…” you’re lucky, though, because this leads to a make out session.

when you do have your steamy moments in venture’s tent, it’s always the most passionate. maybe it’s the adrenaline of being caught, or the shameful thought of someone hearing you, either way, it’s exhilarating.

sloane would have you propped up on the table, pushing important papers to the ground. needy hands groping the plush flesh of your hips and your dress hitched up above your ass. your tongue grazing their chipped tooth and fingers tangling in brown hair.

of course, sloane would kiss down your neck reaching the cleavage of your breasts; their hands pushing them together, making the tops spill over the very tight fabric.

of course, you’d ask a dumb question about what if someone walks in. but, your partner is already pussy drunk and is looking up at you from between your thighs, shushing you and asking if you’d squeeze their head before going back down.

it’s very common to get odd looks when you’re both out in public. as previously mentioned, you two look complete opposites. you, in a matching pink track suit, tube top pushing against your tits, low rise sweatpants showing off the tramp stamp plastered on your lower back, g string imprinting on your hips with a cute navel piercing to go with it. you always have your makeup done, sunglasses atop your hair, and pink platform flip-flops… and venture!

venture with their hair a mess, tired eyebags from rarely sleeping, chipped tooth, a ‘we rock!’ oversized t shirt, baggy shorts that went to their knees, and old sneakers. two people you would never think you’d see together, yet holding hands and sloane pressing a kiss to your cheek whenever they could.

and, yes, it’s a little discouraging knowing no one thinks you would ever be with someone like sloane cameron. it’s an insecurity the archeologist keeps in the back of their head. but, without fail, you’ve always introduced them as yours… and that makes any doubts fade away—knowing you hold your relationship with pride.

of course, a few months into dating, venture would make sure you didn’t actually think archeology was astrology. “opal, you do know that zodiac signs are not archeology, right?” they’d raise a brow. “no, silly. i’m not dumb!” you’d giggle and sloane would sigh in relief.

“he’s that murderer—that’s true crime!”

and for sloane, their heart skipped a beat…

yeah, you’re the one.

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #ow2 #venture overwatch #venture #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #overwatch fic #venture x reader #venture x you #sloane cameron

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diorkittys · 15 days

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˚ ༘ ೀ— enjoy your stay!

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a paul dano fan AND a stray game lover?

what more could anybody ask for

the best combo 😘😘

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diorkittys · 1 year

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would u guys still love me if i posted girl group kpop fics?? 😭😭🙏🙏

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HAI GUYS

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diorkittys · 2 years

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play pretend ˚ ♡ ⋆｡ clementine + reader

synopsis - “oh, hey, sentinels, didn’t—uh, see you there. lemme just—WABOW!” you twirled around, a finger gun holding your full-length mirror hostage. clementine couldn’t believe her eyes—seeing you fully costumed in her clothes, pretending to be her. oh, you were the cutest thing.

—TW - none rlly , the term ‘girlfriend’ used on the reader , tooth-rotting ‘i want what they have’ clawing at the walls fluff

now… you had a completely valid and understandable reason for this.

your girlfriend, as rushed as ever, had left in such a hurry—for something you couldn’t have possibly comprehended from her blurb of mumbled together words.

she’d been so quick! running around her apartment, scrabbling together everything she needed. her thoughts going a mile per second (you thought she’d overheat) that she forgot the two things she never leaves without.

the two things that she left laying on her bed.

the two things you stumbled upon on your way to sprawl on pillows.

her signature beige flat cap and red-ish-orange scarf.

it was only natural to be a little curious about them!

to wonder what to do with them.

to think for a moment about running after her, yelling ‘you forgot these!’. but she was definitely long gone by now and where’s the fun in that?

you had two things right in front of you that you never ever got to really touch, experiment with—not without them being glued to clementine.

of course your first instinct was to poke and prod at them—you’re only human, and that’s what humans do best, don’t they?

and one poke turned into a pet, and the hat that was once in your hands was suddenly atop your head, and one thing lead to another and-

“oh my god, this thing is soft.”

and warm. very warm. you’d expected the scarf to be somewhat itchy, but it felt just like a blanket.

you were curled up inside it, twisting it around your neck and letting the rest engulf your body. the cap was somewhat big, looking awkward on your head; though, you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to wear something of clementine’s.

it was that moment of playing around with the clothing that you caught a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of a tea tray. you stared at yourself, holding the hat up to stop it from falling over your eyes.

you looked just like clementine… if clementine was human and wore oversized hats and scarves.

and that’s what led to your brilliant idea.

so now, here you stood, in front of a full-length mirror you carried out of the bathroom and into the living room.

accompanied by none other than your girlfriend’s scarf and cap donning your body.

and with the help of some old, worn, brown pants you found at a flea market a while back (and a marker to draw on her ‘kiss me’ tattoo), your look was complete.

you smiled at yourself in the mirror, twirling around to view your hard work. even the black boots you had tucked your pants into looked like something clem would wear… if she had actual feet that is.

but what you didn’t take into account, was the fact that your very own fashion inspiration could arrive home at any minute.

…

like how she was right now, with pixelized sweat dripping down her screen and tired eyes as she climbed up and into the bathroom window.

sometimes being a wanted criminal and having to board up your front door is very inconvenient.

but she manages.

with a gentle thump onto tile floor, clementine sighed, brushing away dirt from her pants. she had not expected her errands to take so excruciatingly long.

and the most annoying part was that all of her connections barely recognized her without her hat and scarf…

she made a ‘-_-‘ face at her frustration, screen glitching. god, how could she forget the two most obvious-

“oh, no, i have nowhere to go!”

she paused, a question mark replacing her expression. clem slowly approached the bathroom doorway, peaking out in search of the overtly fake voice.

from the moodily-light living room was her girlfriend, wearing-

wearing her clothes?

her eyes widened in surprise, watching in secret as you continued your make-believe show. you were faced away from her, hands on your cheeks in fake shock.

“whoosh!” you sounded.

“oh, hey, sentinels, didn’t—uh, see you there. lemme just—WABOW!” you twirled around, a finger gun holding your full-length mirror hostage.

clementine couldn’t believe her eyes—seeing you fully costumed in her clothes, pretending to be her.

oh, you were the cutest thing.

now, instead of her previous exasperation for leaving behind her hat and scarf, she was glad she’d went without them… because watching you play pretend was certainly better.

“gotta… escape… on the run… with my… awesome parkour moves…” you slowly ran over to the pillows on the floor, laying down and rolling over because, obviously, that’s some amazing parkour.

you got up, fixing your falling cap, and jumped over the round coffee-table… or more accurately used it as a boost to jump off.

oh my god.

clem wished she could record this moment—keep it forever… partially because it was so adorable… and partially because she would definitely laugh about it with the other outsiders.

you did one last epic parkour move by climbing up the latter on the bookshelf and hopping down in front of the mirror again.

you thought for a minute onto what to say next before grinning, hurriedly getting back into ‘character’.

“momo, doc, baltzyyy! good to see you guys—JUST KIDDING!” you retracted your hand from the fake handshake, pointing finger-guns at the glass again and-

“pew, pew, pew! fuck you guys, i’m the best outsider.” and you ran off to roll over furniture again.

clementine was sweating, trying her best to contain fits of laughter. her friends wouldn’t like this part as much, but she could argue this is the most factual and best scene of the whole thing.

… did you really think she was the best outsider?—not that it’s a competition or anything…

you were out of breath by the time you were back in front of your reflection—or should you say, clementine’s reflection. you fixed your outfit, flattening out the places that were messy after all of your exercise.

your eyes sparkled—something your girlfriend always loves to see… ‘reminds me of what the surface would look like’ she’d say—and you had your next scene ready.

“oh, my lovely girlfriend… you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. i love you sooo much.” you rested a hand on the frame of the mirror, leaning in for a fake kiss.

“mwah, mmmmwah!”

lines appeared underneath clem’s eyes and she stared with a flustered, but smug expression.

she decided this had gone on long enough—long enough for her mainframe to spark and short-circuit.

she finally came out of hiding, moving to rest against the wall. not noticeable to you, however, as you were still puckering your lips to an animate object.

“lovely girlfriend, huh?”

and you jumped, yelping as you spun around so fast you were sure you got whiplash.

oh god…

oh god, oh god, oh god!

two words stuck on loop, screaming inside your brain—because only a few feet away from you was clementine… who’d seen an entire kissing scene between you and… her—you and you? though, you prayed she’d only made it for the end.

“clem—clementine! hi, haha…”

you were so hot, so utterly hot in the face. your cap fell over your eyes again and you thanked it from shielding you from the complete embarrassment you were experiencing.

but when you picked it back up and readjusted it on your head, your self-consciousness came back tenfold.

clementine looked purely amused, with a glitchy smirk on her screen and arms folded, beginning to walk over to you.

she disregarded your stuttered greeting, “i wouldn’t say lovely… maybe more along the lines offff…”

each step closer to you made you sweat and you were frantically looking away, anywhere but her. she made it kind of difficult, though, when she stopped right in front of you, towering over.

she flicked the beige hat off your head, dropping it into her hands, all while watching you, pixels lidded.

“goofy.”

she laughed, fixing the headpiece atop her monitor. you furrowed your brows, huffing about your stolen costume.

she pinched your cheek, “my goofy girlfriend.”

you groaned, gaining courage before asking the question you didn’t really want the answer to, “… how long… were you standing there?”

she glanced over to the brick she was leaned on and back to you, “there? a couple minutes.”

you sighed a breath of relief.

“the rest of the time i was watching from the bathroom.”

you groaned louder, dropping your head onto her torso. she smiled, rubbing your back.

“…you saw the whole thing?”

“i didn’t know you think my parkour skills are awesome.”

“clem!”

you picked your head up to glare at her, horrified. she chuckled, pushing you back a bit to unravel her scarf from your body.

“hey, i liked it! got the clothes spot on, hm?” she motioned to the brown pants and the red felt.

“it’s rude to stalk people in human morals.”

“not rude when it’s about you!”

you puffed and she shook her head, “it was cute.” that burning heat crept all over your body now, she simply smiled.

a thought popped back into her mind and she tapped a finger under her screen, “one question, though.” you looked up at her expectingly.

“do you really think i’m the best outsider?”

#clementine stray x reader #stray clementine x reader #stray clementine #clementine stray #stray x reader #stray b12 #stray 2022 #stray game #stray #stray fanart #reader #x reader #reader insert #robot #the outsiders

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diorkittys · 2 years

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i stg bc i’ve been writing a new fic and now i have no energy to finish it bc i’m sick 💔💔

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diorkittys · 2 years

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i fixed that

the lack of clem x reader fics from stray is criminal…

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how to make your robot gf jealous 101 ˚ ♡ ⋆｡ clementine + human! reader

synopsis : “could momo **** you like this?” her voice box warbled, smothered in envy, selfishness. “you think any of the other outsiders could make you fall apart like i can?” she slightly smushed your cheeks; your sweet, pitiful face drenched in those hot tears. “no, clem! o..only you!” pixelized eyes full of possessiveness, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say she was smirking. “that’s right, baby, only me.”

—TW : smut , fem! reader ( let’s go lesbians!! ) , fem terms , jealous clem ( oh my lord ) , possessiveness , fingering , the knee thing…

maybe it started when momo was being a little too touchy-feel-y towards you. his hand on your shoulder each time you made him laugh; how he hugged you just a second too long when you first walked through the door.

or maybe the first tick was caused by doc’s little pet names for you (as he does for most of his friends)—“oh, doll, you made it!” “whatever you say, hun.” “a fascinating discovery indeed, darling!”

zabaltazar most definitely struck a nerve when his full, undivided attention seemed to be solely on you all night—eyes on you whenever you had a story to tell and with input at the end to let you know he cared. even directing a different bot’s own conversation to focus on you once again.

whichever it was to push some buttons didn’t matter…

“a little bit of a baby? are you forgetting the time you screamed because you saw a rat? you didn’t let any of us leave until we scoured your entire flat to make sure there wasn’t any there!”

momo pouted, leaning back against the couch, “you’d be scared too if you saw one of those… things hanging around your living room!” his foot playfully hitting yours, which you returned by lightly kicking his shin.

“it was a toy! it wasn’t even real!” you laughed, the other two outsiders by your side joining in with you. doc nudged your arm, smiling, “we better go ahead and check again, doll; he’s gonna get all paranoid with this memory resurfaced!”

you laughed harder at the comment, and clementine could’ve sworn she’d seen red in the moment. she hadn’t been amused in the slightest the past twenty minutes. and even with one of her favorite momo stories being told, she just couldn’t stop focusing on every little thing her friends did around you.

“doll,”

doc making you laugh.

zabaltazar not taking his annoying eyes off you.

momo now practically playing footsies with you??

oh, no—no way. this was stopping. now.

“this has been fun,” clem started, mimicking a stretch whilst yawning. everyone’s attention turned to her. “… but we should get going now—i’m sure, my love, here is also pretty tired.”

“but-“ your girlfriend cut you off with a tug of your arm to get you standing, “buuttt we’ll be back tomorrow! sorry to cut this so short!” she wasn’t at all; in fact, a weight lifted from her metal chest as soon as she had the door to baltz’ flat opened.

clem and you waved your goodbyes to the bots left behind—who all shared a question mark on their screens as they glanced between each other. with a slam of the door, you both made your leave (one was more reluctant).

“clem, what was that?” you puzzled, worriedly. though, instead of an answer, the outsider simply led you down the cascade of stairs in the apartment building; your wrist still tightly captured.

“clem? clem, talk to me, please.” as much as you were concerned about her behavior, you were also out of breath; clementine was practically dragging you towards your shared apartment.

and maybe if she opened up she would-

“please, slow down!”

but the notoriously stubborn outsider didn’t say a word, yet she calmed her pace… just by a little. it was enough for you to not have to jog to keep up. you had no doubt in your mind that she wouldn’t be opposed to tugging along your limp body had you lost your footing.

she swung open your flat’s door, giving you a chance to catch your breath as she locked it behind you. you had your hands on your knees, basically gasping for air—you must’ve been going as fast as a car back there, you thought.

and just as you repaired your lungs, standing up straight to turn and face her and say, “clem, what is going-“ your girlfriend pushed you back against the wall, her ‘kiss me’ tattoo right beside your head.

“‘what’s going on’? i don’t know—maybe you should tell me what was going on back there.” your previous words stuck in your throat at clementine’s aggressive tone.

you were trapped between wallpaper and narrowed eyes… and a shift in atmosphere. your mind replayed moments back at zabaltazar’s flat, but at no point could you recall doing anything wrong, really!

“what are you talking about, clem?” you furrowed your brows, trying to compete against her furious expression… although there was an obvious dominant side and you were sinking into your place underneath her gaze.

her voice box let out, what you’ve come to known as, a robotic scoff. and the pixels on her screen half-circled to simulate rolling her eyes.

“don’t play dumb with me—you saw exactly how they were treating you… like they wanted you all to themselves.” clem leaned in and before you could object, she placed a cold finger on your bottom lip to shut you up.

“did you want that too? wanted my friends to all have their way with you?” her voice lowered and she moved her hand down from your mouth, pushing up your shirt to rest on your bare waist; you shuddered at her cold metal.

“of course not, clem! i’m yours!” you held her head in your palms, looking at her with the most sincere expression.

she smiled, but it wasn’t her usual soft upturn of blue pixels she’d normally do when you said something like that. her eyes half-lidded and it seemed more as though you amused her with what you said more than anything. and suddenly, you felt like unbeknownst prey to a hungry lion.

“i know, baby. that’s why i’m gonna have to make you remember that.”

the companion shoved her knee between your legs and you sharply gasped at the unexpected friction. your hands that cupped her facial frame went stiff and eventually moved down to her shoulders to keep yourself stable.

clementine used the hand that was on your waist to push your hips back and forth. each grind against her metal had you lightly panting and at some point you started bucking your hips yourself—completely forgetting how this even started.

“i’m sure those guys would kill to see you like this… it’s too bad they’re not here to do it themselves.” she pushed her knee further into your cunt and watched as your back arched away from the wall.

you shook your head, finding it hard to talk like this, and clementine tilted her screen to mock you, still with that entertained look. “no… m’only want you, clem..”

“is that right? didn’t seem that way when you were practically begging momo to keep touching you.” and with that remembrance, albeit a little over-exaggerated, clementine’s previous annoyance and anger returned.

with an idea laced with malice and spite, she pulled her knee away. hearing you whine, almost whimper, for a piece of her back was something to behold; it certainly sent a wave of electricity through her mainframe, hearing you so needy just for her.

she would never let her friends get a chance to hear it.

“wait—please, don’t stop.”

she shushed you, cupping your chin to look up at her. “you want me?” she quizzed, looking you up and down; god, you already looked a mess… and just from her knee?

you nodded a slightly too frantic ‘yes’ and clem dropped her hand from your face, “then tell me how bad you need me, hm?”

oh, so that’s what it was.

clementine was jealous.

you scolded yourself for not noticing it sooner, as obvious as it was.

your girlfriend felt threatened—she was never any good at sharing. and now you thought back to earlier, how pissed she must’ve been seeing the rest of her group give you so much attention; you wondered how badly she wanted to dismantle the whole party for the way they were treating you.

you could see it all now—her patience slowly dropping with each affectionate action you were given. and a picture of steam visibly wafting from her vents materialized in your mind.

a heat burning between your legs and a guilt for not taking in account clem’s feelings decided that you couldn’t deny her her request—not like you had much of a choice anyways.

your cheeks burned at the bot’s awaiting eyes and clementine reminded you just how badly you wanted her by sneaking a hand to the curve of your ass.

“god, i need you so bad, clem!” you rubbed your legs together, with a little hope she wouldn’t notice (oh, she noticed). “i need you to fuck me—i need you to fuck me like i’m only yours.”

you grabbed at her arm, positioning it to sit on your inner thigh. clementine looked at you as if you were the most pitiful thing there was, and by the desperation in your voice, you probably were.

“i don’t want those guys, baby—i want you… please.”

she squeezed your thigh, a satisfied look in her eyes. “jump up.” is all she said and you knew exactly what she wanted. you used her shoulders for support as you hopped up and hugged your legs around her torso. she held onto the flesh of your ass and set you on the kitchen counter.

“oh, pretty girl, m’ gonna **** you so dumb you’ll forget the names momo, doc, and ******* baltazar.”

and just like she promised, she wasted no time pushing aside your skirt and shoving down your panties. cold, metallic fingers already swiping your slit, ripping a guttural moan from your throat.

you made a compelling case, clementine didn’t hold her jealousy against you. but every time she thought back on your time at the flat, she couldn’t get the image of you being gushed over by her friends out of her head.

now she wished the outsiders were here, standing at the door of her apartment… watching with wide eyes as clementine fucks you so good, you’re chanting her name like a broken record.

“oh, ah! clem!”

yeah, just like that.

the image of you sopping wet on a wooden counter with your companion girlfriend’s fingers rubbing against your cunt was utterly obscene. your pretty, little panties hung at your feet and two arms looped around a robotic neck; clementine’s body situated between your legs to keep you wide open and you were overheating far more than her computer head could ever.

“god, you’re dripping—and just from me. just for me.” she whirled, which was almost like a robotic purr.

your legs were absolutely shaking and you couldn’t keep your mouth from being agape. eyebrows furrowed and eyes closed; there was a sheen of sweat glossing your skin, which clementine has always thought was pretty—like glass (she has no idea why humans do it).

she put a finger underneath your chin, guiding it up for you to face her. “look at me, baby.” she cooed, head tilted with those same lidded pixels and smile—though, she stared at you much more in adoration this time… with a little lace of self-pride.

you were hers, just hers. just her little crybaby with wet, fat tears in your eyes. just her’s to fuck.

and while the other outsiders probably stroked themselves to the thought of you hopped up on a table, crying for them—she got to actually see it.

just her.

clementine just stared at you for a moment, forcing you to stare right back. and she smiled a little wider at the sight of you so desperately trying to keep those little eyelids open for her—because she said to.

and then she stopped.

she stopped her movements, stopped her artificial thumb from circling your clit, stopped her two other fingers from keeping your pussy open.

oh, and you whined. whined at the loss of her.

that picture of her friends watching her fuck you returned. they would be mortified. mortified at seeing you being undone by someone who’s not them. they would beg for a chance to be the ones who make you cry like that.

and she would just glance at them, with a boastful smile.

she stayed like that for too many seconds, you thought. just watching you, watching you squirm to get back that contact.

and then, all at once, she stuffed her large fingers into your puffy cunt, seeing your face contort in pleasure. and she pumped them in and out and in and out.

you were sure her hand was just as wet as you were.

the hotboxed room was filled with lewd squelching noises, noises she wanted more of, and your moans and whimpers.

her’s, her’s, her’s.

not doc’s, not momo’s, not zabaltazar’s.

her’s—clementine’s.

“could momo **** you like this?” her voice box warbled, smothered in envy, selfishness.

“you think any of the other outsiders could make you fall apart like i can?”

oh, god, and how badly you were falling apart—like she broke you down brick by brick until you were nothing but puddy in her big, big hands.

she slightly smushed your cheeks; your sweet, pitiful face drenched in those hot tears.

could you even respond? your voice would definitely be gone the next morning.

“no, clem! o..only you!” you practically cried.

pixelized eyes full of possessiveness, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say she was smirking.

she laughed, a bitter and mocking laugh.

“that’s right, baby, only me.”

only clementine.

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