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imagine venture coming back from an expedition and the reader greets them by the door in nothing but an apron and asks venture “would u like a bath, dinner or me?” like venture would short circuit so bad and definitely jumble their words before giving an answer

Ooojjxjdjn I just woke up so my brain is a little (。ヘ°) right now but I've got an hour before I got to go preform system maintenance so here we go: speed written in under an hour POG

here's a little bop for you to enjoy this with hehe

You smooth your hands down your heart shaped apron before taking a peek at yourself in the mirror: it showed nearly everything you wanted to, and kept all the goodies hidden, just as you had intended. A smile paints itself across your face in excitement, only interrupted by the obnoxious cooking timer finally going off in the kitchen.

The entire house smelled so wonderful– the mouthwatering scent of heart shaped chocolate chip cookies finally exiting the oven and being moved to a cooling rack, the gentle yet delicious perfume cloud that followed you from room to room, and the fresh flowers you got from the florist today filling the air with a spring aura– it was all apart of your little surprise plan for when your beloved finally came home from a months long trip across the world.

You couldn't wait to see the look on their face.

You check the time– only thirty more minutes before they would be home. Everything was ready. All you had to do was open the door.

Out of nervousness you readjust your cutesy thigh highs before checking your phone for any messages. Still zero.

Time felt like it was ticking by much slower than usual. Maybe it was just your anxiety or just your tendency to overthink things sometimes, but you were so desperate to make sure their return home was memorable because you knew they deserved it. All they ever did was work hard and never ask for anything in return, and you wanted to do the same for them.

You went over the checklist again inside your head:

✔️ Dinner was done.

✔️ Dessert was made.

✔️ You're all dressed up.

All you had to do was wait– and so, wait you did.

You shift your position nervously on the couch trying to keep yourself occupied with a little television. There wasn't anything in particular that caught your attention because it was solely focused on one thing, and one thing only. Everything else just faded into background noise while the time dragged itself slowly into the evening. The sun descended below the horizon and the first few stars begin showing themselves in the navy colored sky. Sleepiness slowly descended on to you. Everything was peaceful.

Until the knock on the door interrupted your oncoming nap. Your pulse picks up– it was finally time. Your softly shaking hand twisted the knob open.

"Guess who's back, mi vidaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAHHHH–" Brain? Broken.

They gently push you inside and shut the door before anyone else could see you.

"Wh-what's all this?!" They ask, their face turning bright red just looking at you.

"Oh, nothing! Just thought I'd surprise you is all."

And surprised they were! They could barely keep their composure just seeing you in that adorable outfit of yours– if that's what you could even call it. All that was keeping you even relatively modest were those cute bows tied in the back. As soon as you turned around they instinctively reached out for one before they regained their senses and stopped themself.

You offer them a heart shaped cookie that was still nice and warm from the oven. They graciously take it and sink their teeth into it– it's good, but not nearly as good as you.

"So, would you like a bath, dinner..." You look at them with a heart melting smile. "Or me?"

Their poor brain couldn't function anymore. You swore you could even see electric sparks flying from the short circuiting.

"Don't think too hard, I'm starting to see smoke coming from your ears." You tease.

It's only then do they respond. "Does it have to be in that order?" They ask.

You giggle in response. "What order would you like it in?"

They move to wrap their arms around you before untying both bows, standing back and watching as the apron falls uselessly to the floor.

"You first, please!" They snicker.

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chloegirlgay · 2 days

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PRECIOUS!

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chloegirlgay · 2 days

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ok I know yall gonna hate me if i'm honest here but I will anyway

I DIDINT LIKE HOW THIS TURNED OUT AND IDK WHY

ITS LIKE I CANT LOOK THEM FOR TOO LONG BEFORE I START FEELING EMBARRASSED?????? AND I DONT UNDERSTAND IT BECAUSE THEY ARE CUTE 😭😭😭

help

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chloegirlgay · 3 days

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IMAGINE FEM!READER AND VENTURE BEING FRIENDS BUT ONE DAY FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES VENTURE LOOKS AT ONLYFANS AND FINDS READER ON THERE 😋😋😋

"No. Way." The words escape underneath their breath.

They stare at their screen in disbelief– and thank goodness they were half way across the world from you right now otherwise there would be no explaining themself. Funny. They never thought archeology would be saving their life right now.

It was a joke. It had to be a joke, right? You'd never be an OF girl... you just didn't seem like you'd be interested in something like that. Sure– you were built for it, they took guilty sneak peeks whenever you wore form fitting clothing all the time. The way your clothes always hugged your body in all the right ways, the way the straps of your thong always stuck out of your jeans, the way you didn't wear bras and let your breasts do all the talking.

A gentle pulse begins to beat between their legs.

It all made sense now.

Thoughts ran through their dizzied mind– do they sign up? Maybe just a quick peek wouldn't hurt, right? Oh God. What if you found out? Would you stop talking to them? Would you think they were a creep for being into you?

Their thumb hits tap.

"No– no I really shouldn't..."

Yet they couldn't help themself. They wanted– no, they needed to see it. They needed to know if this was really you, or someone who looked like you, or maybe even someone catfishing your personal photos?

Their hands shake as they enter everything they needed to enter. They even went as far as to make a fake name to not attract attention, not realizing it would still be shown to you on the information page.

Their heart shouldn't be pounding this hard, should it?

The first photo popped up.

The peach colored blush on their face turns ruby red. It was you– no doubt about that– and oh HATHOR you were gorgeous. The thigh highs squeezing the supple flesh of your thighs, the heart shaped garters being the only thing holding said thigh highs up, the thin and translucent fabric of your babydoll showing off all the skin they've only caught glimpses of... the pulsing turns into pounding as their blood rushed through their flustered body.

The second photo was even better.

You're laying down on your bed with your gaze directly on the camera. It felt like you were looking straight at them, enticing them to come closer and give you what you wanted. The further they scroll the more it showed... and they wanted to see everything.

They stumble across their first video, and they're nothing short of hypnotized. The repetitive swaying of your beautiful body on the lewdly shaped toy mounted on the ground was such a treat to see! They timidly turn their sound up and hold their phone even closer to hear the audio that came along with it. Their legs squeeze shut as they picture themself right there with you, heated pants beginning to escape their drool filled mouth.

For a second they hear you start to say something, but you cut yourself off.

And if they weren't the crazy, horny loser they thought they were in this moment, they could've sworn it was their name.

They rewatch the looping video over and over and over. Surely it couldn't be... but their ears can't hear anything else at this point. Their thumb scrolls down to the comment section.

D########: You're such a good doll for me. 🤤

🍭🍬[Y/N]💞🩷: I'm not your doll, but thank you for enjoying my content!

A########: What that mouth do, babygirl?

🍭🍬[Y/N]💞🩷: I'm sure you would love to know, but you'll never find out.

H########: What did you say, @0:58? A name? 👀

J########: @H######## I hear Sloan? But that's just me.

K########: @J######## No, I hear it too. Lucky bastard. If I was them I'd be using all her holes daily. 😋

They toss their phone to the other side of the tent. Surely it was some big coincidence. Sloan is a common name, right? Right? Surely you meant someone else. It couldn't be them. After all, why would someone as lovely as you be interested in such a nobody? You were just friends. Friends who have shared maybe one too many hugs, cuddled for one too many hours, slept in the same bed, played with each others hair, talked to each other hour on end about anything and everything.

It was impossible.

The next thing they knew their phone was ringing. They lean over to fetch it and see your name light up on screen.

Oh no.

Their trembling finger swipes to answer. Nothing could leave their mouth despite all they wanted to say.

"Hello?" Your voice involuntarily causes their legs to clamp shut.

"I can hear you breathing into the phone." You point out.

"Ah– shoot!" They mumble under their breath.

"I saw your name in a very interesting place just now." The tone of your voice sounds playful, like a cat toying with its pray before its inevitable demise.

They laugh nervously. "Oh? Where?"

You don't bother answering. There's only one question on your mind right now. "Did you like what you saw?"

Their breathing increases again as sweat beads down their forehead. Cornered. Trapped. Doomed.

"Is that a no...?" You sounded so sad.

"No! I mean–" Their brain was short circuiting. "It's– it's– it was everything I always wanted to see..."

The admission sounded awful, but it was the truth.

"Really? You mean that?" Your voice perked up. Nice save.

"Yes– of course! I wouldn't lie to you! I promised that I would never lie to you!"

A moment of silence passed between the two of you. It felt like the longest one ever, every second dragging out further and further until they hear your lucious voice speak up again.

"Would you like to collab sometime? You don't have to show your face." You offer.

"W–WOULD I?!" They could hardly contain themself– all composure had been instantly lost once again.

You giggle at the giddiness of their response. "I'll see you in a week then?" You ask.

"I'll be back tomorrow! In the morning! I won't keep you waiting–"

You could hear them haphazardly packing all their things in the background.

"You better not. I can't wait to work with you~!" You snicker.

#nsfw #holy MOLY this is good

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chloegirlgay · 3 days

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overwatch!reader support!reader

OKAY, STAY WITH ME NOW THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING STUFF LIKE THIS.

Alright. It's been a week since the "petting Sloan" incident.

After that... interesting noise came out of their throat that was so decorated with flames, they found an excuse and sped out of your room as fast as possible.

Now you're preparing in the drop ship with Winston, Tracer, Sloan and Mercy. They're all talking amongst themselves, but Sloan is running just a little late. You prepare your heal-packs and pack a light bag for the scuffle about to occur when you feel a hand on your shoulder.

"Howdy hey!

their hand is so warm. I wish they would put their hand under my shirt and—

Nope. Mission.

"Hey, Sloan. Do you need anything?"

You turn around fully and look at them in their glory, a halo of curly brown hair and warm eyes and chipped tooth and oh my goodness they're so adorable. You can't even—

"No but— you've never been to Rome before, right? Classical archeology is my favorite, that's why I'm so excited to go to Rome and see the coliseum! What about you?"

Totally caught off guard. You're speechless. Still staring at their neck tattoo.

They look at you with an cute odd expression for a beat and smile brightly.

"Since you seem to be off in your own head today, I'll stick by you this round. Those talon goons won't touch a hair on your head with me around!"

They fire up their drill for a few seconds, flexing their muscles, before settling down and placing a strong arm around your shoulders, their hand tentatively touching the base of your neck for a second before following to engulf you in their embrace, bringing you close and giving you insane noogies.

"Don't zone out on me out there!"

...

Sloan was separated from the team. Moira behind them, using her rotted arm, Sombra is running around here somewhere, and Doomfist is pummeling the team left right and center.

You rush to Moira and quickly melee the geneticist and she fades away... right in front of Sloan's drill.

They sigh with relief as she's eliminated.

"Close call there... phew!"

You're panting, heavy breaths as you heave open your medical pack give them heals.

You take their arm carefully, rolling up their sleeve to apply a salve and bandages to their arms and you appreciate the sight of the wild flames that continue down their neck to their forearm.

Nope. To business. Heal Sloan.

"Be sure to watch your flank next time."

"Why would I do that when I have you watching my back! You were amazing!"

You finish up healing them and the beautiful art is hidden once more by their sleeve, Sloan giving you an odd look as you watch them roll their sleeve down.

"... thanks for saving me, mi sanador."

They wrap you in a deep hug. You can feel their muscles flex. Their arms wrap around you and settle on the small of your back comfortably like they were meant to be there. They smell like sandalwood and warm and nature and the sun and everything good and...

the hug ended too early because Winston was signaling to group up, and you walked back to point with them avoiding eye contact while they were grinning like a lunatic.

(A/N erm what the sigma i have no plan for this at all just... following venture wherever they go)

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chloegirlgay · 3 days

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Valeria is doing free cameos/voice messages for anyone who donates to Care For Gaza! If you're interested you should consider donating!

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chloegirlgay · 4 days

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have to do a bunch of stuff i dont wanna this week so envisioning venture believing in me

surprisingly helpful

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chloegirlgay · 4 days

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Cold Sloan Creamery

A charming cutie steals your attention at your boring coffee-shop job. Turns out they've got a food service gig as well - a much sweeter one. Modern AU.

Another experiment I did with first-person stuff. Sex is alluded to but not present. Word count: 2253. Enjoy!

Five A.M. Entirely too early to be doing anything, let alone having to drag myself into work for another day; yet here I was, miserably reading the back of a shampoo bottle in the shower. Mornings like this, I would idly wonder if it was worth quitting my job. Technically, I could probably survive college without it if I took out more loans. There were benefits to working at a coffee shop as well. I just had to push through it.

I turned off the water and grabbed a towel. Working on campus was pleasant at least, even on the weekends it felt like I was part of a community. I had a few regulars I knew and enjoyed talking to. I was hyping myself up as I dried myself off, hoping to make the day a little less miserable. It worked slightly, as I was at least able to muster up the energy to get ready and make it there.

The lights were already on, and I mumbled “good morning”s to my coworkers as I kept preparing myself mentally for the day ahead. I made myself a small coffee - one of the perks of the job was a free drink per shift, and I needed it now - and drank it entirely too quickly for something that hot. With that, I was finally ready to start the drudgery of commerce. It was Saturday, so there was no rush of people coming to class, but there were still a few customers. Just get into the groove, it’ll be fine. I thought to myself.

I was able to dissociate and lose myself in filling orders and making drinks, and by the time I looked at the clock again I had made it to eleven. Not too bad so far, just a few hours to go. The next customer came up, looking a bit frazzled, and I couldn’t help but notice how cute they were. Cute brown hair, an eyebrow piercing, a dazzling smile - they had it all. And they would have their caramel latte with extra whipped cream they ordered in that beautiful high-energy voice.

They took their drink and sat themselves on one of our tables, pulling out a laptop festooned with stickers. A few pride stickers, including a nonbinary flag in a cute heart, as well as a litany of representations of historic places. A column from the Parthenon, a pyramid from Giza… this was clearly someone who was well versed in the wonders of the world. Exploring sounded nice right about now, trapped in work. At least it was lunchtime. Maybe I should talk to them? No, that was weird. I took another small coffee - one small coffee plus another still added up to one free drink, right? - and sat down at a table near enough to the mysterious cutie without being so close that I’d be anxious. It didn’t work. I was still anxious, hearing them tap-tap-tap away at their keyboard. I hadn’t had an infatuation this powerful or instant in a long time, and it had me sweating.

“Howdy!” They’d directed their attention to me. I was careful not to get my hopes up, but there was an outside shot that this was my chance. “That latte was really good. You seemed kinda down so I figured I’d uh, swing by?” They had taken their laptop over to my table, and were smiling that adorable chipped smile at me again.

“Oh, thank you.” I said. Don’t fumble now, I thought to myself. “I was just thinking about an assignment I have due next week.”

They nodded. “Ugh, I feel that. I was actually working on a paper about the classical structures of Rome, which I love, but the writing still gets to me.”

“That sounds unique. What degree is that for?”

Their eyes lit up and they started to ramble a bit. “Archaeology! It’s been one of my favorite topics… well, my whole life! It’s been so fun to study. Still not into the writing though.” They sighed. “I wish I could get out of the classroom and out into the field, but digsites won’t take you without the degree. Lame.”

“Where are you hoping to get to work at once you get the degree?”

They paused for a moment in thought, then continued with their mile-a-minute responses. “I mean my favorite place in the whole world is Cairo, and I’d love to get to find an undiscovered part of the Pyramids, but I worry that staying in one place will mean I miss out on all the other places I could explore! I guess my answer is that I want to travel a lot? It would certainly be better than now, where the farthest I travel is from my dorm to the gym.”

Their figure did look as if they were into working out - not too much, but they certainly looked like an arm wrestling contest with them would not be particularly close. Hot. Averting my eyes, I checked my watch. Three minutes left on my lunch break. “Well, I’ve gotta get back to work. It was really nice talking to you…” I realized I hadn’t got their name.

They realized too. “I’m Sloan! Nice to meet you too! Hopefully I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah! Best of luck on your paper. When in Rome and all that.”

They stuck their tongue out playfully as they packed up their laptop, and left with a wave. I spent the rest of my shift hoping I’d see them again soon. That said, I think I was the only one who was going to drink two coffees in one day, so I guess it’d have to wait…

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Two P.M. I was finally free from my job for the day. Most of the time, I only worked weekends, so in a way I was already halfway through the week. Despite this, I was still willing to spend a bit to get myself a little treat. A new ice cream shop had opened near campus, and it did sound relaxing to get a cone and relax in the courtyard in the summer sun.

A small bell rang on the door as I entered, and I heard a surprisingly familiar voice greet me. “Welcome to Lindholm’s Ice Cream, where sweet treats are always…” They trailed off. “It’s you! Hello!” Sloan was there, on the job, dressed in a cute but admittedly somewhat tacky red and white striped outfit adorned with a hat and bowtie.

“You work here? I promise this is a coincidence.” I said sheepishly.

“Aw shucks, I mean you’re allowed to come visit just for me.” They said with a grin. “What can I get ya?”

“Oh, um…” My order was suddenly gone from my mind, lost in their eyes. “Whatever you recommend? Dealer’s choice.”

“Not something I hear often, but I can dig that.” They said, getting a scoop out and taking a hunk of pink dessert. “This one’s a simple combination I like. Strawberry and vanilla.”

“That sounds good. Thanks!” As they took the second scoop and placed it into a cone, I took the treat. “Is it alright if I hang out here? I’m not sure how busy you guys get.”

“Of course you can! As for business…” They put their hands on their cheeks in exaggerated disappointment. “You’re the first customer we’ve had today. I don’t know if the owner doesn’t do any advertising or what, but it gets pretty boring.” They perked back up a bit. “I still get paid the same either way, so I guess it doesn’t matter.”

“So how long have you worked here?” I asked, taking a spoonful of ice cream. The strawberry flavor was really refreshing after today.

“Like a month. It’s honestly not that bad. Nobody comes in, so I’m not bothered. Plus, they let me mess around with my own uniform for, uh, gender reasons. Let me wear this snazzy bowtie.” They stepped out from behind the counter with their own ice cream and sat down across from me.

“This is good! My compliments to the scooper.”

“‘Course! My taste is always good.”

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The next few weeks, stopping by the ice cream shop on days when Sloan was working became something of a ritual. It was always nice to give them some company, chat about what was going on in our respective classes, and just… soak in their energy. Their bright smile, their cheery laugh, even down to their regularly changing nail polish, they just exuded positivity and light. Soon, they started coming to get more coffee more regularly, and we spent my breaks there talking as well. It turned my feelings on work around to know I’d get to see Sloan around midway through the day.

It was about a month before during one of our conversations over ice cream that I noticed Sloan was acting kind of strangely. Their eyes wouldn’t quite meet mine, their hands trembled a bit as they served out our desserts, and they nervously tapped their fingers on their side. They sat down across from me, eyes staring straight at their ice cream. There was no one else in the store, as usual - I’d seen maybe two other customers in the last month.

“You okay, Sloan?”

“Yeah. Yeah!” Their downward gaze still didn’t change. They muttered under their breath. “¡Demonios!”

“If something’s bothering you, I’m happy to listen. Professor being a jerk again? Argument with someone?”

“No, no. Nothing like that.” They breathed in deeply. “Could you come with me to the back for a second?”

“I know I come in here a lot, but I don’t actually work here.” I said with a laugh.

“It’s fine, nobody else will come in anyway.” They grabbed my hand and practically dragged me to the storeroom in the back.

“Did you need me to like, do inventory?” I said, befuddled.

“Will you go out with me?” They said, finally meeting my gaze. “I know this is sudden, but I just can’t stop thinking about you.”

I stood stunned for a moment, overwhelmed by what had just happened.

“This was a bad idea. I knew it. I’m sorry. I don’t want to cause trouble-”

“Of course, Sloan!” I interrupted. “I’d love to, I just - I’ve thought about this for so long, ever since we first met. I was just afraid to ask too.”

Sloan smiled, a big grin showing off their chipped tooth, and pulled me into a hug. “Thank you. Thank you so much!” They mumbled into my shoulder. It was so comforting, their frame wrapped around me, the warmth of their body making the momentary anxiety fade away, their eyebrow piercing shining in the light, their goofy paper hat sliding off as they leaned into me.

“Do we need to go back out front? I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“Nobody’s going to show up, and I want to go further. I need you.” They cupped my face in their hands.

“Okay. Take the lead then.”

Sloan took a moment to summon their usual optimism and courage, freeing themselves from their earlier fear; then, they pulled my face in for a kiss. Their lips gave in to mine with ease, and I melted into their embrace. I could taste a hint of sweetness on them. They reached an arm around me and gently lifted me, letting me fall deeper in. This was bliss. My tongue met theirs and my mind started to go blank. The rest of the world seemed to fade out; I was focused on them exclusively.

After an amount of time - I couldn’t tell how much - we pulled apart a bit, still in an embrace but not quite as close. “Still doing good?” Sloan panted out.

“So good.” I said. “If you want to go farther I’m willing.”

Sloan thought for a second, then shook their head. “Not here. That’ll have to wait for after my shift. I don’t want to get THAT much in trouble with my boss.”

I laughed, managing to get to my feet. They did as well, and I helped them smooth out their uniform to try to hide the evidence of our little escapade. Their hair was well mussed from my hands grasping through it, so I attempted to fix it. With a few brushes of my hand in a more orderly fashion, it almost worked.

Sloan took out their phone to look at themselves. They laughed too. “Sloan Cameron, back in action, baby!” They mimed finger guns at me.

Clutching my heart in faux pain, I blew them a kiss and headed back out to the front. Just as they predicted, the ice cream shop was barren. “Looks like your job’s safe, Sloan.”

“Of course! You didn’t doubt me, did you?” They said.

As the flood of emotions faded from me, I suddenly started to notice one thing that I can’t believe I hadn’t up until now. I was freezing. “How cold is it back there?” I said, starting to shiver.

“It’s an ice cream freezer! I’m just used to it.” They said with a smirk. “I’ve got an idea, though…” They threw their jacket at me. “Just bring it back to me later! I just keep it here just in case, I’m not using it much anyway. It’s hot out.” Grabbing a scrap of paper, they quickly scrawled in messy handwriting a note and handed it to me. It was their dorm room, their phone number, and a heart. “See you soon!”

#venture overwatch #fanfic #chloe writes #venture x reader #sloane cameron #sloan cameron

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