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wroteclassicaly · 1 year

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Kink hour got me thinking about Steddie's breeding kink, where they fight over who's gonna breed reader. But that's just me...

Ooooooh, shit! Why you gotta get me started? 😝 I’ve thought about this… like, so much.

Warnings: Language, NSFW, smut, breeding kink, vaginal fingering.

~*~

“I mean, c’mon… Seriously, Y/N. Whose hair would look better on him? Harrington’s or mine? S’ a pretty simple answer if you ask me.”

“She didn’t, dumbass.”

“Oooh, King Steve, you know I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, and not because of Eddie’s thick digits knuckle deep in your sopping wet cunt. You grip the headboard for leverage and close your legs around his wrist, an exasperated sigh escaping your swollen lips. “For one, we don’t know if the baby would be a boy. And two, his hair wouldn’t look like either of yours unless he used a plethora of women’s hair care products.”

Eddie snickers and you swat at his wrist, your nail getting caught underneath the chain bracelet. “I wasn’t just talking about him, smart mouth.”

It’s Steve who grins that half smile that makes you want to take him until your throat is raw and your neck is bruised from his squeezing. He likes to do that when he’s fucking your throat, balls slapping at your chin, tendons straining in your neck as you attempt to take him, spit all over the floor in an accumulated puddle. He removes Eddie’s finger and before you can protest (as if you would, really…), he’s easily gaining access in your hole. You watch him with a slack jaw as he adjusts his hard cock in the gray sweats he’s wearing. “Good girl, honey. You’re really wet tonight. You like thinkin’ about me filling you up with my baby?”

“Um… Excuse me, I was—“ Eddie’s interruption is cut off.

“Shit, man. Her pussy just sucked my finger in deeper. She does like that.”

Eddie is pouting, wiggling his way between your thighs, ringed hand clasping over your knee to spread you wider, his finger trailing along your slick covered thighs, parting your labia, before it pushes in beside Steve’s. You can’t do anything but moan wantonly, saliva smearing across your mouth, tongue flicking across to attempt to gather it. You arch your ass in their direction, palms both flat against you. You’re greedy this evening.

“You know what I think, Steve?” Eddie bats those pretty little lashes beneath a curtain of curls, Steve pushing them back to see his boyfriend’s flushed features.

“What’s that, hot rod?”

Eddie, as if he’s got this secret that’s capturing him into a fit of giggles, leans in towards Steve. “I think we should pump our girl so full of cum that it soaks the bed. And when she recovers, we go again, see who’s swimmers win first.”

You gasp and shiver, all of you groaning in raspy unison. You felt yourself grow slicker, their fingers getting smashed together in your sticky walls. Like a prize where everyone wins, and you get to be the competition board. They don’t have to ask if you approve, and you know you’re gonna be so sore tomorrow, but you can’t fucking wait.

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daddy-deathslinger · 5 months

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Oooh, I really liked that killers with a S/O who has a particular perk! May I ask for a reader whose perk is to be able to hide very well/slip away easely? As in, they are quite small and so they can crouch and slip through spaces other survivors can't to go unnotinced! Maybe the killer in question struggles to hook them because they keep slipping from his grasp, but reader never mocks him or anything and just runs away until the end of the trial where they leave an item behind as an apology (Hillbilly, Cannibal, Oni and Deathslinger, if it's not too much trouble! If they are too many, feel free to choose whichever!) Thank youuu 🩷

Hi there! What a lovely request, I hope yer happy with what I came up with! <3

The Hillbilly/Max Thompson Jr with a slippery survivor

Max is good at hunting his prey, and he usually finds them quite easily.

But there’s always one person he struggles to catch. You.

Just when he thinks he’s gotten you cornered, you slip away somewhere. It’s really frustrating! How can you find that many cracks and nooks to sneak off into?

And his chainsaw can’t do shit once you’re out of sight again. Sure, he can saw through the wooden walls and search for you, but you’re never there.

It’s as if you disappear from the face of the earth.

One time, after a trial had ended and you, as the last survivor left, had probably escaped through the hatch, he had found something. He was going back into his house when he saw something in the mud of the cornfield.

A necklace. Shiny, must have been made of real gold.

Max had picked it up and examined it, a smile slowly growing on his lips. He knew you wore this kind of necklace, you must have either dropped it or left it here for him to find.

And his heart pointed towards the latter.

The Cannibal/Bubba Sawyer with a slippery survivor

Bubba isn’t the best tracker (it must be hard to see anything through that mask of his), but once he finds someone they won’t get away.

Except you, you always manage to get away somehow.

Be it a dark nook you can slip into, a hole that is perfectly shaped for you, or you simply just wiggle out of his grasp just as he’s about to put you on a hook.

You’re usually gone in seconds, he never has a chance to find you again.

This pains him greatly, you know that. He shrieks and yells in annoyance and anger, waving his chainsaw around in the air when he can’t find you anymore.

It almost makes you feel a bit bad.

A bit, only a bit. Enough to make you want to make it up to him somehow.

Not through sacrificing yourself though, gods no! But sometimes you leave behind small gifts for him to find.

It can be anything, really. A nice can you found in the cornfields, a bracelet that was buried in the mud. One time, you left a doll inside the house in the cornfields, knowing he would find it there after the trial.

You can only hope your little gestures are appreciated.

The Oni/Kazan Yamaoka with a slippery survivor

Kazan is a great tracker. Always has been.

He can smell blood a mile away, and see it as clear as red, shimmering pearls on the ground.

Naturally, prey have a hard time hiding from him once he has injured them.

And yet, there’s one he just can’t seem to ever catch.

This prey just vanishes from his sight the second he has injured them. It’s like they don’t even bleed! Sure, he can find trails of blood here and there, but it never leads him anywhere.

It drives him mad! If you’re in a trial these days, he’s almost certain he’s gonna leave with only three kills. You always seem to find the hatch as well, so.

Sometimes, Kazan finds things.

Things in places it’s never occurred to him to look before, but when he does he always finds a surprise.

It can be a hair tie, or even something of great worth, like a ring or earring.

Once he found a little crocheted doll, with black buttons for eyes.

He doesn’t know where these things appear from, but something tells him they appear from the same source that so easily disappears. And that thought is a bit amusing to him, it almost brings a smile to his lips at times.

The Deathslinger/Caleb Quinn with a slippery survivor

Caleb is a proud man, that much you know.

He hates losing, and losing is exactly what he does these days whenever you’re in a trial.

His swearing can be almost amusing at times, when you peek out from a hiding place and see him frantically search for you. He never finds you, and eventually gives up.

You’ve lost count of all the times you’ve gotten the hatch.

All that being said, you make sure to never taunt him.

You don’t want to rub it in his face, he’s only doing his job here. And so are you. It’s nothing personal.

During the last trial, you had decided to try something a bit different. You had been tinkering on things at the campfire for a while, your latest project was carving a butter knife out of a piece of wood.

It wasn’t particularly pretty, but you liked it.

You had decided to leave it behind for Caleb to find, as a little gift for all his troubles catching you.

So, you had left it inside the Dead Dawg Saloon, at the bar. Then, you had hid.

When the rest of the gang had escaped, and Caleb eventually got back to the saloon with heavy steps, he had found it.

You had watched as he had taken the butter knife in his hand, weighed it (why would you weigh a butter knife??) and examined it.

You will never forget the smile on his lips, as he had whispered: “What in the goddamn…” and put the knife in his jacket pocket before leaving.

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precious-little-scoundrel · 5 months

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Gigi -the unbaked thots:

• Bath •

Summary: I’ve had so many requests for this universe (including a bath time which this includes) and I appreciate all of y’all’s patience. I find this universe the hardest to write for and create entire scenes and fics out of so in order to keep it from dying out I intend to loosen up a little and start throwing out headcanons for y’all to enjoy in the meantime, you can watch for them with this header above. For now enjoy a trash bit of nastiness I wrote in under an hour in the middle of the night last night -kudos to the minxs @eliseinmemphis and @stylespresleyhearted

Warnings: Explicit! 18+ Bath sexy times, grinding, fingering, praying during sex, age gap, slight degradation, voluntarily drinking bath water containing cum. Yup.

Era: September 1977

Well here they are. On the dreaded tour.

But for now -there are bubbles. So many bubbles. And the heavy rumble of the bath’s jets and the golden glow of the dimmed bathroom lights in the hotel suite and the slippery bulk of Elvis as he grumbles beneath Gigi while she writhes amidst the foam of his rinsed shampoo.

“Sloppiest lil rider I ever-“ his face is shining in a heated glow, he is awash in pink cheeked arousal and Gigi persists, wearing herself out for his little gasps and the twitches of an eyebrow here and there. Bouncing adamantly atop his thick thighs in the swirling water and trying her avid best to slip his fat length inside her. She’s been trying since day one and every time it’s

-“not yet, Gigi, not yet, s’posed to be special and you’re special baby girl, not somethin’ to rush with someone special like you, see, I uh, i-i-it’s special-“

Gigi thinks having his rock solid cock inside her would be special enough.

“ ‘member the other night,

daddy?” She asks him in a huff, winded from the exertion as she pins his throbbing length against himself and grinds her clit against the hairs on his rounded belly, full of desperation born of youthful overexubernace, “remember how -how - when you were teasing me -and you pressed against my little hole?”

Elvis lets out a long groan in reply, slapping his hands against the sides of the tub in sexual frustration, causing his rings to clank and his bracelets to jangle against the porcelain. He can feel himself swell even more, the ache in his balls nearly unbearable at the proximity to snug tightness that he’s been denying himself for a myriad of reasons that are making less and less sense now, the more Gigi’s glossy wet tits slap his face silly.

“Oooh, oh I feel you-“ she gasps, as that redundant piece of meat between his thighs gives a hearty little twitch at the memory of her tiny hole and it’s fluttering need.

“You son of a bitch,” Elvis hisses to his traitorous little friend who’s acting very stalwart in his determination to find nothing but a tight cunt sufficient stimulation for release -it was easier back when little Elvis was a limp and useless dong: “this is the one time i’m asking you not to work. C’mon, don’t fail me now I-I- hell… O-o-our father. Who art in heaven-“

Gigi buries her face into the steamy crease where his cheeks meet his throat and licks at the salt there that not even the bath can remove. His hands fly to grip her hips and he yanks her up and down, grinding harshly against her raw little center as her breasts smash against his broad chest.

He regularly complained to the boys about her voraciousness and got no sympathy, not even when they saw it for themselves with the way he could barely get his seat in the limo, have his water handed to him and a towel before she was taking off his belt, unzipping his jumpsuit and inevitably giving lil Elvis some strong mouth suction. The boys had gotten used to ignoring him dumping a load down this little girl’s throat in the blurry blaze of street lamp lit nights and cranking up the radio to hide her moans every jet flight. Nothing about it was fitting and it wasn’t even to his tastes -so Elvis insisted- but it was real nice to be so wanted, even if the voraciousness of it was all a little alarming and out of hand.

Yet, God knows Elvis wanted Gigi badly. It half scared him sometimes and the rest of the time it kept him alive.

As did Lisa in an entirely different way and between the two girls tearing up his sedate plans for self mortification and permanent hermitage, Elvis found some zest for life returning to his soul as August became September and tabloids went from calling Gigi “the new girl” to calling her his whore and the colonel went from not answering his phone to leaving a perpetual red light on the message box and it went from kisses and snuggles in his Graceland bed to frantic grinding like this after every show that had her caterwauling in his arms begging to be torn open by his cock and him grunting like a bear in heat as he spurted against her belly and smashed the button for the tub jets to stop.

Wouldn’t do to circulate superstar spunk in a Cincinnati hotel jacuzzi.

“Mmm, that feel good daddy?” her sweet voice asks as the singing angels dim and the sense of time and space and his spent cock bring him back into consciousness.

“Uhuh. Feels real good.” he admitted sheepishly and felt her plump lips pressing to his bashful grin.

He returns it, pouring his love into her with the cradling of her head in his hands and the flick of his tongue against hers and the languid massaging of lips.

Gigi swirls the milky strands of his spend in the bath water between them, giggly and invigorated. She gets this way after climaxing and Elvis can only blearily smile and indulge the way she drags him around and makes him stand and get out of the tub, how she pats him down with towels like he’s a boy child and chitters to him about backstage gossip, praises for his performance of the night and Tammy’s latest tips for making Jerry’s life a living orgasmic hell. All while pressing kisses to every single part of his body as she goes along.

She’s found goosey places on Elvis that he didn’t even know existed.

Gigi is drying his shoulders when she sees the last remnants of the tub water cycloning in a swirl towards the drain, precious pearly strings cavorting like ribbons in the eddy.

Her conversational chatter ceases abruptly with a regretful -“oh no!“

She drops the sodden towel.

He watches her kneel, crouched and bent and glorious in a soft line of naked beauty from the back. Thought his maidenly idyl is shattered as she faces away from him and in what seems to be an impulsive moment of adoration, Gigi leans over the tub, hard porcelain lip digging into her sternum as she ducks her head and dips her mouth to the tepid bathwater.

He can hear her slurping.

Her graceful bracing in position and the greedy working of her throat suggest competency at this vile practice that makes his stomach lurch and spent cock swell thickly against his thigh. Without autonomy he hears himself grunt appreciatively.

“Fuuuuck me.” he drawls in disbelief, shuffling closer to watch the whole of it, the working of her sweet mouth sucking up his diluted seman and the arch of her back showcasing pink little pussy lips glistening from the back.

It’s sick and he’s terribly in love.

“That’s my good baby girl,” he finds himself praising this heinous degradation, hand coming to rest on the dip of her lower back, “not lettin’ m’lil contrition go to waste.”

It makes her strain to get as deep in the tub as she can, legs taut and face red from the blood rushing downwards to her cheeks as she chases gravity against the flow of the drain, his hand heavy and encouraging as it palms her ass, the pinch of his rings and the grunting, savage, male appreciation for her wantonness making her squeeze her thighs together in hopeless dissatisfaction.

A sting jolts her as his hand collides in an approving slap across her plush backside. The desire to make him proud eggs her on and she crawls further over the ledge, hair dragging in the drain.

Elvis’ hand once groping her butt moves until he’s peeling her apart and sliding in the long lengths of his middle and ring finger into her tight heat, meanly stabbing inside her as she’s bent double, tonguing at the drain for the last of his essence.

“You done this before.” Elvis’ voice is low, without a shred of questioning.

“Yes.” she moans, rosy cheek pressed to the wet floor of the now empty tub. “I always do this when you leave some left over, daddy.”

Elvis watches his fingers sink into pink plushness again and again, rings acting like stoppers at each culmination, spearing her until Gigi is sobbing and spasming over the tub edge, mouth wide open screaming for him with a tongue white from his spend, as broken as he is over the need to fuck her.

Sore and puffy, he assumes he’s learned her a lesson.

Standing her back up tenderly with all gentlemanly grace, Elvis wipes at her slimy cheek with his hands, pleased to find her smile as irrepressible as ever, the only thing on this godforsaken tour that hasn’t disappointed him yet.

“When is soon?” she whines into his kisses as he presses against her, bath quite redundant with the way he has her pinned between the door and his weeping cock, freshly spluttering his devotion against her bare pubic mound like he’s twenty years younger and fit to be such a minx’s lover.

“What?” He questions, murmuring in happy confusion.

“You said you’d make love to me soon.” she insists like a child reminding their senile parent of promises for ice cream after a trip to the dentist. “When is soon?”

Elvis grins through his grunt as he slides against her puffy clit, effortless from her slick and close to coming from images of her drinking his bath- “Soon, little baby,” he pronounces with all the gravity of a wiseman and the authority of a deadly opponent who his hand engulfing her fragile jaw, “-means soon.”

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jymwahuwu · 5 months

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kjhgfghjk oooh ooh! jing yuan with a wingweaver reader! perhaps the reader is a half breed and pulls a zuko where she is banished from her people because she may have been too 'soft' or 'critical' of their ways.

( aka reader actually saying "um sorry but i think being a band of space pirates terrorizing hapless people in the name of yaoshi might be...idk...wrong..." ).

however due to her status as a denizen of abundance, the luofu captures and detains her? jing yuan, having a soft enough spot for birds as is might grow a but too interested in the reader? especially with how awkward and easy to fluster she is.

and oh, she's been cast away, scarred and scorned by her own people for being kind? for being too 'gentle'? it's easy enough to prove that the reader is not a threat and is allowed to wander under strict surveillance. and he's watching her too, always watching, ready to comfort her when she wakes from those painful nightmares, to satiate the touch starvation she had to put up with for so long as she's a mewling mess below him, to stand by her.

just as long as she never leaves his gaze, see? he is an emanator of the hunt after all, and she's a denizen of the abundance in his territory. it would be messy if she were to disobey his orders.

https://honkai-star-rail.fandom.com/wiki/Wingweaver

Thank you for sharing this!! immediately studied wingweaver. I want to be the general's pet bird and be teased by him in his hand...😩💕💕

-CW: yandere, non-con, manipulation, humiliation, forced pet play

"Leave, since you can't agree with our life. Don't come back!"

The arrogant Wingweavers drove you out of the tree-like space world after you once again refused to join them in looting and violating Xianzhou and other space civilizations in the name of Aeon Yaoshi. You wandered and starved on several small planets, and then snuck into a cargo Starskiff to rest.

All Starskiffs need to be checked. As soon as the cloud knights noticed the wings on your back, they immediately surrounded you with swords raised in their hands. That's one of the signs of Denizens of Abundance! After Jing Yuan was informed by the knights and arrived, you were already firmly trapped in a web woven from cosmic materials. Like a frightened bird, you wailed and struggled, holding on to the net with both hands, while your precious wings trembled slightly. Some feathers had fallen to the ground in the commotion. Something soft inside him was touched.

"Who are you? What is your purpose?" After the basic interrogation, Jing Yuan ordered his subordinates to untie your net and tie your wrists with soft ropes. You sobbed and chirped unconsciously.

The background check was completed within a day. That information was unearthed from you, and there were signs of your expulsion. The general can prove that you are not a threat. The condition is that you must be under surveillance.

Jing Yuan… almost feels sorry for being able to do whatever he wants with you. A collar is locked around your neck with a heart-shaped symbol on it, which includes tracking and forced sleep functions. Everyone can clearly see the collar around your neck. This is so humiliating. You plead for the collar to be invisible or to use a bracelet instead, but are reminded that as Denizens of Abundance you are not entitled to bargain.

And you know you're being watched all the time. No matter where you wander in Xianzhou…

Jing Yuan gave you some Strales and Credits as pocket money, and even graciously gave you a mobile phone device, so you wouldn't forget to buy him a gift and thank him, right? He's not that unreasonable. You can have friends...just remember to stay away from them, people who are attracted to your wings and shy, gentle nature. People who have romantic thoughts about you.

Your sleeping area is a large cage in the General's mansion, filled with plush cushions, pillows, and dolls…or…sleeping next to your master is a reasonable alternative. Jing Yuan is not that mean in this regard and enjoys combing the feathers on your wings or sleeping on them. Those feathers were as soft and delicate as velvet.

He set up a social account for you to share your lovely daily life (without your consent). This…is like a warning to all Denizens of Abundance. They witnessed your pampered life in the hands of General Luofu and were pissed off. How can you be so submissive? How could you be the enemy's… pet bird? They regarded this as a demonstration, but only Jing Yuan knew that his main purpose was to let the whole world know how lovable you are, and the warning was incidental.

One day you wake up from the cage and are caught by the flash of the camera. Jing Yuan blocked the light with his hand, told the film crew not to disturb you like this, and then allowed them to continue filming. You panicked and hid behind the general with trembling wings. He lifted you up and explained to the film crew how shy and easily frightened you were… Later you found out on Space TV that they were filming a documentary about you… the theme was General Luofu and his pet bird. You were annoyed and embarrassed, but after arguing with Jing Yuan, you sat on his cock and apologized...

Discipline and comfort are necessary. Jing Yuan loves having you curled up against his chest. Those little breathing sounds and the rise and fall of your chest. The wings relied on and surrounded him.

"Don't-don't drive me away..." You exclaimed from the nightmare, whimpering and sobbing in fear. The general wipes away your tears and kisses your forehead and eyelids. “No one will expel you.” While intertwining his lips with yours, he used his fingertips to draw circles on your clit. Your butt is supple and springy... The hand spreads your ass cheeks and presses the cock into your warm walls. Listening to your beautiful moans is like singing to him in a cage. He's glad you're not as aggressive as one of those wingweavers, such a sweet little bird...

Those hunting eyes are on you. He is the hunting general, just like the Aeon Lan they admire, he has only focused on the same goal for thousands of years, fighting against the civilization of the Denizens of Abundance.

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space-knight-dummy · 10 months

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OOOH GURL

Ok so i had this thought the other day right, but i forgot so here it is:

if gideon is jesus right whose judas right? and using every ounce of my 13 years of catholic school i know judas was jesus’s best friend right? (some of you see where im going) and who did gideon famously exchange friendship bracelets with?

Ianthe is Judas coded send tweet

#listen I Know that was a cursed thing to say #but consider this it was also a Cursed thing to Think and I refuse to be alone so shrug #txt post #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth #the locked tomb #tlt #gideon nav #nona #tw ianthe #ianthe #ianthe tridentarius #ianthe the third #harrow nonagesimus #this one is for all the pash is john the baptist coded lovers out there thanks lol

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soaringthroughthegalaxy · 2 months

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Oooh you know I have to jump in here to book my travel package

How about Tech with fluff and pining on Alderaan and/or Bespin. And could I pretty please sprinkle in some hand holding??

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Token of Affection

They say actions speak louder than words. When you unexpectedly join Tech in the cockpit, your presence unravels the intricate emotions he's been struggling to convey.

Pairing: Tech x f!reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: fluff, sweetness, pining, idiots in love, comfort.

The lights of hyperspace streaked through the cockpit, the hum of the Marauder’s engines a familiar white noise. Opting to take the first watch hadn’t been an issue - if anything, Tech appreciated the time alone to decompress after the mission. That, and it gave him the time to tinker.

Hunched over Gonky, who was happy to be used as a makeshift workbench, Tech twirled the soldering iron between his fingers before making a few more adjustments to his latest creation. No matter how many times he thought he’d finished it, he always found something to tweak. Objectively, he knew it was because he was nervous about delaying the inevitable, but it was difficult to move past those feelings.

It had to be perfect. You deserved nothing less.

Setting down the soldering iron, he leaned back in the pilot’s seat, critical eyes roving over his handiwork. It hadn’t been difficult to find a piece of doonium – the entire ship was made of it, after all - but he’d decided to contrast it with duraplast from his spare set of armour. A sliver off one of his pauldrons wouldn’t impede the functionality, but it did add a more personal touch.

With a sigh, his thoughts turned to you, as they so often did these days.

Tech couldn’t shake the feeling of longing, lifting a hand to adjust his goggles, wishing he could just express what he felt. But the words never seemed to come out right, and he feared pushing you away with his clumsy attempts at affection. So, instead, he’d poured his emotions into this delicate little bracelet, hoping it would somehow convey the depth of his feelings.

But he couldn’t deny how many of them you brought out in him - your laughter so often echoed through his ship, your presence lightening even the heaviest of missions. There was a warmth in your smile that lingered in his thoughts, a comfort he longed for in the vast emptiness of space. He was created for war, his whole life dedicated to it – and while he was proud to fight alongside his brothers for the Republic, he couldn’t shake the feeling of wanting more from life.

Reaching out, he scooped up the bracelet, the metal cool against his skin. It was a simple design, but every curve and line held a piece of his heart, a silent plea for understanding. Would you see beyond the surface and understand the depth of his affection? Or would it just be another trinket?

The soft hum of the ship’s engines filled the silence, and Tech allowed himself a moment of vulnerability, eyes closing as his longing for you washed over him like a tidal wave. He wished he could find the courage to tell you how much you meant to him, how your presence filled a void he didn’t even realise existed until you came into his life. His brothers knew about his feelings; nothing ever got past them. And he appreciated their assistance – pairing you up for missions, steering you in his direction whenever you had a question – but it would likely go nowhere unless he took the leap himself.

In the heart of the ship, you rolled over in your bunk. Sleep was evading you, adrenaline still coursing through your body. You couldn’t shake the image of Tech from your thoughts, his focused demeanour on the last mission. There was something about how he immersed himself in everything he was doing, a passion that drew you to him. You couldn’t deny the flutter of anticipation whenever you were paired with him, the way his presence seemed to calm the chaos around you.

There were moments when his gaze lingered a little longer than necessary, when his touch ignited a spark of something more profound. Yet, like two stars destined to orbit each other but never collide, the timing never seemed quite right.

Leaning over the edge of your bunk, your gaze lingered on the closed cockpit doors – a courtesy whoever was on watch abided by so as not to disturb those resting. The urge to get up and see him gnawed at you, a persistent whisper in the back of your mind. What if this was when everything fell into place? When the unspoken words between you found their voice?

But doubt crept in, its tendrils weaving through your thoughts like cavenna vines. What if Tech didn’t feel the same way? What if your feelings were nothing more than wishful thinking born out of the intensity of your shared experiences? The fear of rejection loomed large, casting a shadow over the fragile hope that fluttered in your chest.

With a heavy sigh, you rolled onto your back, staring up at the ceiling of your bunk. The seconds stretched into minutes as you battled with yourself.

“Kriff it.” You finally reached a decision, pushing off your standard-issue blanket and swinging your legs over the edge of the bunk. Determinedly, you made your way to the cockpit, your footsteps echoing softly. As you approached, you could hear the faint sounds of activity from within – the occasional clink of metal and machinery’s low hum. Pausing at the threshold, you took a moment to compose yourself, steadying the erratic beat of your heart.

Pushing open the door, you entered the cockpit, the streaks of hyperspace casting a cool glow over the familiar surroundings. Your gaze fell upon Tech, who sat in the pilot’s seat, engrossed in his work, his brow furrowed in concentration.

For a moment, you simply stood there, content to watch him work, curious about what he was tinkering with this time. Then, gathering your courage, you cleared your throat, announcing your presence.

Startled by your sudden appearance, Tech’s hands jerked, nearly dropping the delicate bracelet he’d meticulously adjusted. Quickly, he attempted to conceal it beneath a pile of tools, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to regain his composure. “Oh, uh, hello.” He stammered, his voice betraying his surprise as he swivelled in his seat to face you. His goggles slipped slightly, revealing wide eyes as he attempted to mask his flustered state with a forced smile

“Hey.” You replied, trying to ignore the flutter of nerves in your stomach at the sight of him. Something was endearing about his awkwardness, making your heart skip a beat. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

Tech’s fingers fumbled for a moment before he pushed his goggles back up, his mind racing as he attempted to divert your attention away from the hidden bracelet. “No, it is fine.” He assured, his tone a touch too casual as he gestured vaguely towards the cockpit controls. “I am merely working on a few adjustments. You know how it is.”

You nodded, though the tension in the air was palpable, a silent question hanging between you both. Something felt different tonight, a shift in the atmosphere that left you both teetering on the edge of uncertainty. “Mind if I join you?” You asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

Tech hesitated, his gaze flickering between you and the concealed bracelet, before finally nodding. “Of course.” He answered, his voice quieter than usual as he shifted in his seat. He wasn’t used to being nervous, and it greatly unsettled him.

Pleased that you could stay, you sank into the co-pilot’s seat, opting for a safe conversation topic. “What have you been working on?” You gestured to the scattered tools atop Gonky.

Tech relaxed marginally at the change of subject, a flicker of relief crossing his features. “Just some routine maintenance.” He explained. “Nothing too exciting.”

Despite his attempt at nonchalance, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to his sudden apprehension than met the eye.

Suddenly, Gonky released a series of beeps and shifted from foot to foot. Tech quickly glanced at the droid, trying to decipher its behaviour. Gonky wasn’t prone to random malfunctions; it had to be something else. With a sinking feeling in his stomach, Tech realised the meddlesome droid was intentionally disrupting his tools.

“What’s wrong, Gonk?” You asked, brows furrowing in concern at his unusual behaviour.

Tech scrambled for an explanation. “He is experiencing a minor glitch, nothing to worry about.” He covered; his voice strained as he attempted to keep his composure.

As Gonky wobbled, the tools stacked upon him slipped, and Tech’s attempt to conceal the bracelet was foiled. The delicate piece of jewellery glistened in the bright lights of hyperspace.

You couldn’t help but notice the gleam of metal amidst the chaos. Your curiosity piqued, you leaned in for a closer look, using one hand to push aside an errant tool, your breath catching in your throat as you realised what it was: a bracelet, intricately crafted with a mix of materials, its design striking yet delicate. Gonky settled, and your mind raced with questions, uncertainty gnawing at you as you glanced from the bracelet to Tech, who appeared uncomfortably flustered under your scrutiny.

Tech’s attempt to conceal the bracelet only fuelled your intrigue further, and a million thoughts raced through your mind. Who could it be for? Was there someone else he cared for? The idea of Tech being romantically interested in someone else sent a pang of jealousy through you, though you tried to suppress it.

Trying to maintain an air of casual indifference, you forced a smile, though your heart felt heavy with the weight of uncertainty. “That’s a beautiful bracelet.” You remarked, your voice carefully neutral. “Who’s the lucky recipient?”

Tech’s gaze darted nervously between you and the bracelet, his discomfort palpable. “Oh, uh, it is just a... project.” He stammered, his words faltering as he struggled to come up with a convincing explanation. “Nothing...nothing important.”

“Well, whoever receives this ‘project’ is very lucky.” You stated, not believing for one moment that it was merely something he was creating to pass the time, but you wouldn’t pry.

Silence lingered for a moment, the air uncomfortable, before Tech let out a small sigh. There was no point trying to hide it anymore, no point in lying to you. Picking up the bracelet, Tech took advantage of your outstretched arm, carefully fastening his creation around your wrist. “My research indicated that giving tokens of affection to those you care greatly about is important.” He explained, double-checking the fastening, head tilted downward so he wouldn’t have to witness your reaction. “I do not have much, but I hope this is satisfactory.”

Your heart skipped a beat as Tech fastened the bracelet around your wrist, his words sinking in like a warm embrace. The weight of his gesture left you speechless, a rush of emotion flooding through you as you stared down at the intricate design encircling your wrist. It was more than just a token; it was a silent declaration of his feelings laid bare for you to see.

Touched by his vulnerability, you gently lifted his chin so he could meet your gaze. “Tech.” You began, your voice soft but steady. “This means more to me than you could ever know.”

Tech’s eyes softened, a flicker of relief crossing his features as he allowed himself to bask in the warmth of your acceptance. With a shy smile, he held your gaze, his voice barely above a whisper. “I care for you more deeply than I ever thought possible.” He admitted, his words laced with sincerity. “And I hope, perhaps, that you feel the same way.”

Your heart swelled with affection, the weight of his confession lifting the lingering doubts that had plagued your mind. Leaning in, you pressed a tender kiss against his cheek. “I do.” You whispered, voice low and soft. “I care for you more than words can say.”

As your lips brushed against his cheek, a rush of warmth flooded Tech, dispelling the lingering shadows of doubt clouding his mind. He could scarcely believe that you felt the same way, that his clumsy attempt at expressing his affection had been met with such genuine reciprocation. It was a moment he had longed for.

With a soft exhale, Tech’s shy smile turned more confident and he reached out, his hand finding yours as if drawn by an invisible thread, fingers intertwining in a gesture that spoke volumes.

There, in the quiet solitude of the cockpit, amidst the endless expanse of hyperspace, something beautiful bloomed.

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blingblong55 · 9 months

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Vienna- 141

Based on a request.

Angst, death of a character, (spoiler it's you, lol), suicide, MDNI, GN!Reader

-Vienna (original story ending)

~Alternative ending~

Slow down you crazy child You're so ambitious for a juvenile But then if you're so smart tell me Why are you still so afraid?

Things to a turn for the worse. Your own mind messing with you. And you finally did it. Like any coward, you killed yourself. It was fast and sudden. But soon you had met your Vienna.

It was a rookie that found you. Lying on the floor with the gun in your hand. They called Price. He naturally thought it was a prank from Soap. So he stayed in his office, until his men were on the other side of the door, except Gaz. "Sir, they...they really did it" Ghost spoke up. Some regret and shame on his voice.

Turns out, you didn't have any family but them. That's why you showed them all of your unconditional love.

Without anyone else but Gaz and the rookie knowing, you were rushed to Med-Bay. Turns out you had missed the fatal shot to the head and shot yourself in the neck. You weren't dead, not for many more years to come, but the way you were laid on the floor made it seem like you were. For hours Price paced in the hallway, waiting for any news on you. Meanwhile, for the first time since you arrived on base, Soap and Gaz visited your room, and cleaned up the blood. Ghost made sure to pick up clothes for you, it was weird, to have him beg hell and heaven for you. For all that's worth, you were his little sibling, he just never told you or anyone because he hated to show so much care and affection.

It's stupid. He is crying behind the base, holding onto a stupid silly bracelet you gave him. He made it look like he had thrown it away when you first gave it to him but no, he held onto it, was the only thing that made him think he was needed around.

Soap and Gaz sat on the floor of your room. Both were silent and filled with guilt, knowing that they had probably been the reason to tip you over the edge. Why did they have to be this way with you? All you wanted to be was their friend and family. What were you without them? Because they know of all the little things you did for them.

Slow down you crazy child Take the phone off the hook and disappear for a while It's alright, you can afford to lose a day or two (oooh) When will you realize, Vienna waits for you?

"What is that?" Gaz pointed towards a notebook under your bed.

Once opened the men found recipes of food they liked, the same one they would find in the fridge after tough missions. You were the reason they didn't feel like killers on base, it was you the one who made them feel like they were still themselves away from all the gunpowder, bombs, wars and death. You had little notes made in the notebook.

~Gaz, can't live without his morning show. ~Price hates the smell of his hat today, I must wash it every other day now. ~Soap will be upset but I have to sneak into his room and get his mum's number to get the recipe for his favourite meal. ~ I will make sure Ghost knows I'll spend Christmas at base too, so he doesn't feel lonely. :)

There was so much more they found in that notebook, the story behind the silly song you liked, the one they made fun of you for. The reason why Vienna has become such an important place for you. And now their goal was to take you there, to make a better memory after you recover, who knows, maybe you can all be a family. A twisted, funny and tough family.

Once the four men were in the hallway of the Med-Bay, they got the news they so desperately needed.

"R/N, will be fine. It will take a while for them to properly talk again. So, I advise rest for three weeks and don't make them talk for at least a month." The doctor said and nodded once as he left, Price had many questions but the doctor had plenty more patients and families to see. Was it a cruel plan to bring all of them to care for you this way? Yes, but it was never your intention to do so, you really just wanted to end such pain and horrible thoughts.

It took months to finally get you back to yourself, Gaz no longer let you eat alone and Soap listened to all the silly questions you had for him and to be honest he enjoyed answering them all. Ghost was always talking, day and night. His stories were something that you always loved, he was the one who kept you entertained as you recovered. Price started to call you kiddo or when someone laughed about the scar on your neck, he'd say: "Do not mess with my kid, soldier." Slowly, it was the family you longed for. A family, a twisted family.

When will you realize, Vienna waits for you?

@liyanahelena @justmare @ethereal-night-fairy

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itsabouttimex2 · 2 months

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Oooh Mei needs some love ! Love to hear your thoughts on Yandere Best friend Mei 🥰

Yandere Mei Headcanons

Mei is doting in a very ‘big-sister’ sort of way, rough and tumble protectiveness meeting an honest (if obsessive) love for you.

So much of your relationship with Mei consists of doting touch. Her hands are always on you whenever she finds a good enough excuse for skinship. A tangle in your hair? Mei brushes it out and makes you sit down so she can check through your hair for more. Your clothes are skewed? Hold still and let her fix them. Hungry? Hop on her bike and wrap your arms around her waist- she’ll take you somewhere!

Speaking of which, she takes you on bike rides whenever the chance arises. It can be a simple ride to a nearby arcade, or a trip out to the countryside to camp out and stargaze. She opts for the latter more often, given that it allows you both to be alone for days on end, isolated from the world, from anyone who would take your attention and presence away from her.

She involves you in a lot of her livestreams, in the most flattering light possible. Lots of ‘Look what my bestie can do’ or ‘Y/N making their famous home-made cookies’ videos- short and fluffy content that her viewers praise for being heartwarming. In this way, she ‘shares’ you with the world, allowing her viewers to marvel over you like a glittering relic.

Lots of showing you off, actually- like a proud dragon flaunting a cherished treasure from her hoard. Mei also uses her money to keep you dressed and presentable, in the same gold and white that she wears. Several of the outfits in your closet were custom-ordered for you, with the excuse that she won them in a giveaway, but weren’t to her personal style. Then you can accept them without guilt or the need to repay her.

Each expensive outfit is specialized just for you, to fit your tastes and preferences while still being in her own colors. If you like to frolic around in sundresses, she adds in wide-brimmed hats to keep you from getting burnt. Do you wear skirts on all occasions? Mei throws in high-quality tights to keep you modest and leggings to suit the weather. You have autism and can’t touch rough fabrics without discomfort? She skips over cheap swathes of spandex and wool, opting to have silk used instead.

Matching jewelry, too- the only difference between her bracelet and yours is differing birthstones. (MK has one too, obv- her obsessive feelings probably extend to him, albeit on a much less extreme scale.) An immediate #twinsie posts, Mei’s fingers wrapped around yours as she takes the photo. She’ll admit that she bought these glittering bands, but point out that MK already accepted his, so you have to take yours too- and you do, but with the promise that you’ll make something tasty to repay her.

Mei comes over whenever you bake or cook, bringing trendy drinks along to share with you. And, if you have no important responsibilities for the next day, then our upbeat dragon girl is hellbent on a sleepover. Same bed, bestie! Mei wraps around you tightly, clinging with her powerful arms and legs to keep you close. (I like to imagine that dragons share warmth in little cuddle piles- it’s too damn cute to not think of.) Her draconic aura surges out sometimes, wispy green trails illuminating the dark bedroom around you. A pair of leering xanthous eyes stare down at you, adoration etched deep into every glowing inch of yellow.

Sometimes she drags MK along to these little slumber parties, both your heads resting on her chest, an ancient warmth pulsing with each beat of her heart. She holds you and him tight to herself, her arms bringing her beloved friends as close as possible. To Mei, the two of you are the closest to ‘perfect’ that the world gets. If she has you both in her her arms, then everything is good and just and right.

And god forbid anyone try to take that from her.

#Platonic Yandere #Yandere Lego Monkie Kid #Yandere LMK #Yandere Mei #Mei Dragon #MK #Yandere Friend #Yandere Headcanons

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dualityvn · 2 months

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So...in my country (I don't know if it is done in other places) when we have a partner we give a hair tie, and he uses it as a bracelet. When there is a lot of confidence, they even give those straps that are used to adjust the bra. They also tie on the wrist. It's like a silent territorial mark, if another girl sees that bracelet, it means she has an owner. The shoulders are also aware of this...

So, what if I give each one a garter/strap? After a while do you find out the meaning of this?

This is too long 😭

Oooh, that's interesting! We don't have that here.

If they found out why you gave it to them, they'd wear it on their wrist constantly. If they had a symbol of ownership like that, they'd just wanna always put it on display.

#duality game

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cherrythepuppet · 2 months

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The Harvest

Mob au @//Clownsuu

Grover @trashcanplant

Vince @cloudy-dreams

TW: dead deer

CLOUDY YOUR BOY IS TERRIFYING

Penny sat on the ground outside playing in the leaves with Poppy's supervision "Be careful!" Poppy exclaimed while Penny stopped herself form eating a leaf

She could hear some crunching from other footsteps then she heard Poppy talking with someone but Penny didn't care enough to listen

"Penny?" Someone behind her asked, She turned around and blinked looking up to see Wally "Hi" Penny said "Hello to you to Penny" Wally replied

"Care to go for a little walk? I'm afraid I have something to ask of you" He added to which Penny stood up and brushed any leaves or dirt off the bottom of her dress

"You have no proof of me hitting Antoni with the frying pan" Penny told him causing Wally to go 'Ha Ha Ha'

"Oh Penny, I watched you hit him" He mumbled "But that isn't why we're talking. I need you to go tell Grover something" He explained

"Oh, Yeah sure! I like talking to Grover even if he-" Penny paused "Where are we again?" She asked "Oh dear, Your memory must be acting up" Wally sighed

"Come along then. We should get you inside" Wally muttered before he began to walk back inside with Penny following

When the two went back inside Wally went to office to wait for Penny who was in her room looking for a coat

yet all she found was a Boa She put it on her shoulders figuring it would work as a coat so after that she went to Wally's office where she sorta zoned out until he told her to tell Grover to "Feed him"

"Oki Doki" Penny replied then she left looking around for Grover until she found him at the bar, Penny looked over to Howdy

Howdy sighed then walked over to Penny and helped her on the barstool before He walks back behind the bar Penny was kicking her legs slightly until Grover looked over to her Ugh… what do you want.” He grumbled while putting back another cup

Grover let Howdy finish pouring him a anothee one then he turned back to Penny "Hi" Penny grinned spinning around in the barstool

She looked over to Howdy who nodded and began preparing a Shirley Temple "Doesn't answear my question" Grover sighed

"Well scareycrow-" "Not my name"

Penny glared at him "Well anyway, Boss wanted me to tell you to 'Feed Him' whatever that means. Sounded like third person too? Is he gonna start talking like that now?" Penny trailed off

She was fidgeting with her gloves to even notice that Grover had stood up "Where are you going?" She asked grabbing her drink Howdy finished making

"Out" Grover replied "Out? But Antoni..." Penny muttered to herself trying to remember "Your not allowed out thought, Boss said-" She was cut off

"Boss told me that I need to go when he gives the word" Grover told her before turning to look at the sky listening for something "Where the fuck are those birds..” He frowned

Penny hopped off the barstool after finishing her drink and walked over to Him then saw two birds outside "Oooh! I've seen those birds before!" She exclaimed

Grover ignored her before he turned to her "Yer' helping me make a delivery" He said then he grabbed her arm and dragged her to one of the cars

However Penny didn't like this and tried biting him "Hey! Let go of me you overgrown weed!" Penny shouted struggling to free herself

"You help me with this delivery and I'll get ya whatever yer' werid ass wants" Grover replied as he opened the car door and tossed her into the passenger seat

"Fine... Your taking me to the candy shop in the middle of town" She mumbled fidgeting with her pearl bracelets Grover gets into the driver's seat and starts up the car then He began driving to God knows where

Penny stared out the window Watching the lights from the city slowly disappear almost falling asleep with how peaceful everything was away from the city too

But then the car stopped and Penny hit her head "Ow..." She frowned while she saw Griver get out and go to the bed of the truck

Penny unbuckled her seatbelt and got out walking over to him, Something smelled disgusting and she heard a squelch sound

When she saw what the disgusting thing was she saw a ripped in half deer causing her to scream which alerted a few birds

Grover put his glove over her mouth "Shut the fuck up. Vince doesn't like noise" He warned, Penny nodded shivering slightly

Griver removed his glove "Grab the back" He demanded but Penny didn't do anything for a moment, Sure she liked gore but with people! Not animals

"Penny" Grover snapped his fingers snapping her out of her trance "Wha- sorry..." She whispered before reaching down to carry her weight

Grover leaned all the way down and walkes backwards into the trees while Penny was trying to direct him in the dim light

But He was pricked by several brambles and stabbed with sticks Making her giggle slightly

The pair passed the tree line and entered the clearing, Penny looked around and to her she felt like she was walking into the world’s most terrifying sculpture park as the figures were all in the midst of fleeing

To the untrained eye it would look like wood carvings which Penny thought at first but the way that the flies landed on them

How branches grew from the eye sockets and mouths of these people made it obvious that they weren't just sculptures

Grover and Penny continued to carry the deer with the sound of sticks crunching under their shoes until the two approached the center of the field and Grover dropped the deer

He looked around at the stillness, searching for something in the trees as Penny backed away from the deer feeling uncomfortable

She looked around while holding her arms close to her chest as a form of warmth, She thought she saw one of the bodies still breathing"Griver-" Penny paused as Grover whistled then took a step away from the deer

"Watch 'em feast" Grover chuckled Several birds came down and flocked onto the deer carcass, Grover laughed while Penny looked away in disgust

But when she turned over to her shoulder she saw a large hunched back figure with dark eyes and long mouth

Penny screamed and grabbed onto to Grover making him look down at her, Grover looked up and saw Vince in the darkness reaching a hand out for Penny

Grover swatted his hand away “No, Vince" He told him "I getcha real hungry to have someone new join but not her. She’s family.” He added

Grover stared at Vince before Vince opened his mouth muttered something in a tone that terrified Penny more then the deer carcass

“Look, how about next time I bring one here fer ya I’ll letcha do yer tree thing and all that" Grover said "I like them screams too, gotta admit..” Grover chuckled

Vince laughed a raspy laugh, not saying a word while staring at Penny who was doing anything but looking at Vince

Grover looked down at her again. “Her names Penny. I needed an extra set a hands pullin’ the deer" Grover added

Penny looked at Vince for just a breif moment and made a small wave to be polite "I know ya like a bit of a scaredy cat, but I got in trouble when I brought Poppy out here" Grover was the only really speaking

But then Penny spoke up "Poppy was out here?" She asked to which Grover nodded "You remember her, Vince? Real tall bird broad?” Grover asked

Penny seemed to relax just a tiny bit at the mention of Poppy yet she kept a grip on Grover’s pants hoping He would take her home soon

Vince didn't respond instead he reached out a finger to graze against Penny’s skin but then Grover grabbed Vince's hand, holding his gloved hand tightly

“I’ll see what I can fix up fer ya, But not her. Not her.” Grover told him as the crows behind him cawed after they finished their feast and flew back into the trees

Everything was silent again, only thing to be heard was Vince’s ragged breathing. Penny looked up at Grover, then at Vince

“Do ya need help spreading the bones across the field?” Grover asked before be gave Penny a little pat in the head as a way of telling her to head back to the truck

Penny instnatly began to walk away, She got into the truck and took in a deep breath "I don't wanna ever come here again..." She mumbled to herself

As the time passed Penny fell asleep with her head resting against the Window unaware of a small leaf sprouting from under her Opera Gloves...

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blacklesbothatlovestowrite · 1 year

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F*ck my Girlfriend

Ririxblackfemreader, established shurixblackfemreader, ending shuririxblackfemreader

Warning: Smut, fingering, thigh riding, finger sucking, public sex, voyeurism

“She probably out fucking hoes. Why you act like you don’t know who you cuffed?” Gia snorts, pulling Y/n’s phone from her hands. “Let’s go out…. Stop sitting home looking pretty for no one while your girl out doing her.”

“You know she don’t like when I go out.” Y/n sighs, knowing Shuri would snatch her up real quick.

“Bitch! I’m about to slap the sense back into you! Stop letting this hoe play with you! You used to be out here doing you and now she got you at home looking stupid.” Gia snaps her fingers in y/n face.

Y/n looks to the phone in Gia’s hand in defeat. Had she really allowed herself to look that pathetic? Why was she even trying to make someone happy that didn’t even care to do the same for her?

“You know what, let’s go to that club you were talking about the other day.” Y/n states. She was going to have fun and fuck Shuri if she had a problem with it. She’d just had to suck it up as Y/n did.

“Yes!!!” Gia exclaims, clapping her hands together. “You better show tf out too, let everyone know you a baddie babe.”

(Y/n looks)

Y/n gets ready and takes selfies, as she listens to music that hypes her up to be on her bad bitch mood.

(Y/N outfit)

“Oooh! Bitch!” Gia shouts, recording Y/n with her phone. “Y/n on take somebody unclaimed bitch time!”

“Tell me my baby don’t look good!” Gia hyped up Y/n as she twirled for the camera. After Gia finished recording, she posted them on Y/n’s story.

As they were pre-gaming, Y/n’s phone was blowing up. Shuri was texting and calling but Y/n laughed it off. Fuck her! She ain’t wanna pick up the phone until she seen Y/n about to go out and do whatever.

“Bitch you better leave them beads.” Gia snapped, gesturing towards Y/n’s hand. She took the bracelet off and left it on the dresser before grabbing her clutch and heading out.

💕

The club was lit when they walked in. Everyone was having a good time, as Y/n and Gia walked in everyone’s eyes were on them. Y/n was very well known in their college town.

“Bitch… ain’t that Riri over there?” Gia exclaimed seeing Riri in a section with a girl sitting beside her. Riri’s eyes were on Y/n from the moment she entered the club, she leaned into the girl beside her and said something before waving her away.

“She just booted her bitch.” Gia laughs, watching as the girl mean mugged Y/n. Riri gestured for Y/n and Gia to come over and Y/n scoffed.

No bitch was going to summon her. If she wanted her, she had to come get her. Y/n walked to the bar with Gia and ordered some drinks.

As they chatted and swayed their hips to the music, several people came up trying to hit on her. None of them being her type or even remotely attractive enough for her to entertain them so she brushed them off.

Gia was approached by a fine ass man with locs and tats, and she let him lead her to the dance floor where she started showing out. Y/n was smiling as she watched her friend let loose.

“So you really made me come over here?” Riri says, standing beside Y/n in Gia’s spot.

“Do I look like a fucking pet?” Y/n rolled her eyes as she downed yet another drink that had been sent her way.

“You look like you could be my pet.” Riri retorts, her tongue running over her bottom lip as she gave Y/n the once over.

“Isn’t Shuri your friend?” Y/n asks, snorting at the disloyalty.

“Friend or not. If I see a fine ass woman like yourself not being treated right, I step in.” Riri smirks, running her hand along y/n’s hip.

“So you knew she was doing me bogus, is what you’re saying?” Y/n scoffs.

“Mamas, you knew she was doing you bogus.” Riri declares. “Now do you really want to spend the night worrying about someone that isn’t worrying about you? Or would you rather spend the night having someone’s attention solely on you.”

Y/n stated at Riri before downing another drink and taking her hand and leading her to the dance floor. She was going to have fun, she’d been on Fuck Shuri the whole way there. She wasn’t about to pussy out of doing her.

Girlfriend by Ruger starts playing and she lets the music wash over her as if it were fate it started playing.

Y/n started whining into Riri, her ass pressing into her core. Riri’s hands gripped her waist as she rolled her hips to match her rhythm.

“Can’t seem to take my eyes off you..” Riri sand in Y/n’s ear. “Especially your python move..”

As the song played, Y/n moved seductively to the beat before turning in Riri’s hold to whine to the floor while their eyes were locked.

A few songs played and Y/n whined, hip rolled and belly danced for Riri. Everyone’s eyes were stuck on the pair as they moved sensually as if they were fucking. It was so intimate, and sexual no one could look away.

Gia was beaming from her spot on the dance floor as she recorded Y/n and Riri. She posted it on her story and page and tagged Y/n, to rub it in Shuri’s face.

A while passed and Y/n felt bold, she grabbed Riri by her chin and kissed her.

Riri grabbed her by the throat and pulled her away from her lips.

“You want me to make you feel good?” Riri asks, her hand slightly squeezing y/n’s throat.

Y/n nodded her eyes filled with a lusty gaze as she stared at Riri who grinned.

“Let me hear you say you want me to make that pussy gush.” Riri demands, her eyes darkening as she waited.

Y/n’s mouth opened and closed as her clit twitched at Riri’s words. She definitely was into being submissive to someone that had that dominant energy.

Y/n stayed quiet as she stared at Riri, her eyes showing her defiance. She was not going to give in, she wanted to see how far she could push Riri.

“Ight bet. Since you wanna be stubborn, I’ll just go get another drink and chill.” Riri smirks, moving as if she were going to leave.

Y/n’s hand grasped her wrist in panic. She wanted her and Riri knew it. She decided to be obedient, at least for now.

“I want you to make my pussy gush, Daddy.” Y/n said, seductively. She felt a rush of excitement as Riri swallowed hard and pulled her in by the throat so their faces were touching and her lips moved against hers.

“Ask nicely.” Riri demands, her tone harsh.

“Please fuck me to sleep, Daddy.” Y/n corrects herself, blinking at Riri in impatience.

“There, now was that so hard?” Riri smiles, before release Y/n.

“Let’s go back to my section, mamas.” Riri guided her towards her section, ordered a bottle as she they sat. She pulled y/n into her lap, hiking her dress up and positioned her on her thigh so it aligned with her core.

“Fuck yourself on me, show me how much you want me.” Riri commanded, pulling Y/n’s hair so she had access to her neck.

As the bottle girl came over with the bottle, she took it while her lips were attached to y/n’s neck. She opened the bottle and put it to y/n’s lips as she watched her grind on her thigh.

“Drink it, while you make a mess on my thigh mamas.” Riri urged her. Y/n moaned out as Riri tilted the bottle and made her drink as she rode her thigh, sliding her soaking pussy along her.

“That’s it, mamas.” Riri groaned, as her panties flooded beneath her mini dress as the feel and sight of Y/n getting off on top of her. She played with her nipples through the tight white fabric, feeling her pussy throb as Y/n twitched and started to shake on top of her.

She pulled the bottle away, seeing she drank 1/4 of it and grinned as she saw a little bit of liquor and drool at the corner of her mouth. Riri pinched Y/n’s nipples as she threw her head back and moaned out as she came on her thigh.

Y/n breathed harshly as she felt her pussy gush on Riri’s thigh, she was gasping for breath as she felt her pussy ache for more.

“Good girl.” Riri cooed, turning Y/n in her lap so she could face her and she attacked her lips ferociously. She placed her hand to her core and felt just how wet she was, Y/n’s pussy was flooding and she made a sound in her throat at the feel of it.

“Please…” Y/n pleaded, she wanted Riri. She could give a fuck that they were in a club, or in an elevated section that was in view of everyone in the club. She needed Riri to make her pussy feel good.

“What do you want, mamas?” Riri asked, against her lips. Her hand still toying with her pussy, the smell of Y/n’s pussy filling her nose. She inhaled the scent, humming to herself.

“You!” Y/n gasped as Riri pressed against her clit, then pinched it. “Fuck! I..I.. want your fingers, fuck me p.. please…”

Riri felt empowered at Y/n’s begging, she instantly thrust two fingers into Y/n’s drenched pussy hearing the wet squelching sound even over the blasting music as she moved her fingers in and out at a fast pace.

Y/n wrapped her arms around Riri’s neck and buried her face into her shoulder crying out as Riri fucked her with her skillful fingers. Her pussy clenched as Riri curled her fingers upwards and hit that sweet spot over and over as Y/n clung to her making sinful sounds that had her pussy leaking onto her inner thighs.

“How does this feel, mamas?” Riri inquired, her fingers working Y/n over. “Do you like the way I’m fucking this juicy pussy?”

“Y..yessssss…” Y/n hissed out as Riri added a third finger, slamming her fingers into her. She didn’t care about the fact that it was obvious to anyone watching that she was being fucked.

“Hmm…” Riri hummed. As Y/n’s pussy clenched and she let out a plethora of expletives. She felt Y/n gush all over her fingers, her juices dripping down her fingers. “Look at the mess you made, mamas.”

Riri removed her fingers, clicking her tongue as she held them up for Y/n to suck. Y/n took them in her mouth without hesitation and sucked, her tongue licking at her juices and getting into the creases of her fingers.

“Fuck!” Riri swore. She watched as Y/n sucked her fingers as far as they could go in her mouth. “I’d love to see you suck my strap after I fuck you with it, mamas.”

Riri removed her fingers from Y/n’s mouth n’s gripped her hips. She was ready to take her back to her dorm and fuck the shit out of her. Before she could do anything, Y/n was snatched out of her hold.

Y/n was surprised, as she felt someone snatch her away from Riri. The hands were familiar, she was spun around and quickly realized just who had grabbed her. Even in the haze of her tipsiness she felt cautious.

“What. The. Fuck. Do. You. Think. You’re. Doing? Sthandwa?!?” Shuri growled, Y/n froze as she seen the anger on her girlfriends face.

“Exactly what you do.” Riri answered for her.

“Riri stay out of this before I forget that we were friends.” Shuri spit back, her eyes narrowed as she stared Y/n down. “Who do you think you’re playing with?”

Y/n swallowed as Shuri stared at her with barely contained rage.

“I’m just playing the game you started.” Y/n said, the liquor giving her courage. She was horny, and angry that Shuri had the audacity to ruin her fun. She wasn’t going to allow her to ruin her night, she didn’t owe Shuri an explanation as Shuri did as she pleased.

“I’ve never touched another woman.” Shuri snapped, her accent heavy.

“Stop fucking lying to me!” Y/n has had enough, she wasn’t going to keep allowing Shuri to play in her face. “You never answer my calls, my texts! You don’t even want me to come see you! I’ve seen you partying on my fyp more than I’ve seen you in person.”

“I may dance with women, I may even flirt but I’ve never touched another woman intimately while we’ve been together.” Shuri declined. She was breathing through her nose, trying to calm herself down.

“And that’s any better? Fucking having bitches grinding on you and throwing themselves at you as if you don’t have a whole girlfriend?” Y/n scoffed. “Don’t try that victim bullshit with me because I upped the ante on your trifling ass!”

“Y/n, don’t play with me!” Shuri demanded. Y/n pulled her dress back down, realizing it was still up.

“I’m not. I’d rather play with Riri.” Y/n taunted, looking up at Shuri in defiance.

Shuri grabbed Y/n by the neck, careful not to harm her as she was stronger with the powers of the herb and pulled her into her.

“Don’t ever in your life disrespect me like that!” Shuri scowled. She squeezed y/n’s throat slightly before looking towards Riri who looked concerned and aroused at the same time.

Shuri turned y/n in her arms, still holding her against her body.

“You liked touching what doesn’t belong to you? Hmm?” Shuri said, her hand gripping Y/n’s neck as she inhaled her scent. Her sense of smell was stronger and the smell of Y/n’s pussy was overpowering her anger in the moment. “Did you?!”

“Yes.” Riri muttered, shocked at how Shuri made her feel like she had to respond.

“How’d it feel? Y/n’s pussy is out of this world, no one compares so I know you must be overcome with thoughts of how to have her again.” Shuri taunted her. She ran her hands along Y/n’s curvaceous body, her lips sucking on Y/n’s spot.

“Exhilarating.” Riri admitted, feeling slightly confused at how submissive she was for Shuri. She’d been a dom fem for as long as she’d been gay.

“I bet you want to taste her sweet pussy, don’t you?” Shuri smirked, watching as Riri’s eyes dilated.

“Yes.” Riri answered honestly. At this point her panties were rendered useless. She locked eyes with Y/n who seemed to be even more effected than she was.

“Y/n do you want Riri to taste your sweet, delicious pussy?” Shuri asked, her words causin Y/n to moan out as the image appeared in her head.

“Yes, mama.” Y/n whimpered, any fight she had on her mind squashed instantly.

Shuri tightened her grip on Y/n’s neck and hip, and moved to whisper in her ear.

“Apologize for disrespecting me, then beg me to allow her to fuck you. To get you ready for me, sthandwa.” Shuri demanded.

Y/n’s wetness was leaking down her thighs at this point. She was so aroused she felt as if she could come from Shuri’s words alone.

“I’m sorry for disrespecting you, mama. I’m sorry for letting Riri touch me.” Y/n said, her tone pathetic as she tried to speak without stuttering. “Please let Riri get my pussy ready for you, mama. Please…”

“Hmm….” Shuri looked at Riri. “I guess she can, but she will not be strapping you. That is my pleasure and only mine!”

“Don’t ever forget it!” Shuri demanded. “I want to see just how willing Riri is to have my pussy.”

As she said ‘my pussy’ she cupped Y/n’s pussy over her dress and locked eyes with Riri.

“And do believe, you’ll be earning the privilege to make my pussy cum again. She is mine’s. If you want her, you have to earn it.” Shuri Deadpanned. “I will remind you of your place and if you take your punishment like a good girl, I’ll allow you to have my pussy again.”

“Let’s go.”

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