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WEAR HEADPHONES!

NSFW

3 mins of Sylus eating you out and then fucking you.

All audio except for the music comes from the games. No AI.

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𝜗𝜚 BIG BOOOYS!

☆ sum. it's cuffin’ seasooon, and now you’ve got a reasooon to get…stuffed? toji, sukuna, choso, geto, nanami, gojo.

warnings. fem! reader, BIG BOYSSSS like the sza skit song, unprotected, manhandling, dad bods (toji / nanami), size kinks, tf! sukuna, boxer! geto, spīt, full nelson, mating press, dp (sukuna), overstim, dirty talk, praise, marathons, p spanks, hair pulling, breedīng, this got kinda … long LOL sry.

an. will t*mblr let me post thisss …. ¯\_(ᵕ—ᴗ—)_/¯

✩ ˛˚ . NANAMI KENTO.

“honey,” nanami warmly purrs, his body weight hovering right over yours. you’re met with the most softhearted eyes, watching cloudy puffy pants leave his mouth. you’d just rode nanami for countless hours nonstop, and with ruffled blond strands sticking to his face, he looked oh so feral for you. your eyes rover down toward his abdomen - so plump ‘n round, and you felt yourself throb the more you gawked at the vertical strip of his blond happy trail that ran down his chest. “hah- you want me to . . fold you like a chair? that sounds kind of painful, no?”

“ken, ‘s okay,” you reassure him, a hand sensually rubbing down his cushiony soft-padded abs. nanami was as soft as an oversized teddy bear, and he was always gentle with you during intimacy. you moan, feeling his split reddish tip gently smear a sloppy slope down your sopping entrance before he pauses to let you finish speaking. “y.. you can be a little rough. i can take it.”

nanami combs a hand through his hair before a coy simper tug at both corners of his thin pink lips. “okay, if that’s what my pretty wife wants- then. .” and you let off a jittery whimper once you feel his big hands start to gingerly shove both of your knees to your chest. his touch was forevermore tender, and nanami hoarsely groans as he watches your limbs gradually extend back. “i’ll . . stretch you,” he grumbles, a sandy brow of his furrowing once he starts to align his leaky cockhead once more. you’re throbbing, salivating from the mouth once the pointed crowns of your knees meet against your bare squishy breasts. leaning in, nanami’s just a few sultry centimeters apart before he sensually licks near your bottom lip. “hold onto me, sweetheart. ‘s gonna get a bit . . bumpy.”

once you’re laid flat on your back, nanami’s tubby tummy hovers over your entire frame. murky huffs of air shoot past his lips once he grabs ahold of your wobbly ankles. you’d already had your pretty laced panties shoved to the side, and oh how soaked you were. “naughty girl,” he huskily grunts, casually starting to rub his wedding ring against your folds. slow. . romantic strokes were all you felt. it lasts for a long few seconds, and he’s just smearing the frigid cold band of the ring around your bawling cunt before he finally gets to the real thing.

nanami grabs ahold of your legs—softly shoving them further into your chest. they meet against your bouncy tits and you moan, feeling the plump head of his cock greet your slobbering cunt with wet, slimy kisses of its own. the noises . . they were so damn loud, and you were already throbbing the more he teased you from just his full-sized tip alone. “ngh, ‘ken. don’t tease me. f.. fuck me,” you whine, another moan leaving from your parted lips the second he’s fully enclosed between your legs. you’re met with his rounded tummy that’s sooo perfect ‘n plump, and nanami’s just inches apart from the button of your nose. time stands still once he finishes aligning his thick cock, unhurriedly inserting himself inside.

oh fuck-

those same two words that ripped out of your whiny larynx repeated past your lips right as he started to ease his way inside. it didn’t take him long to quickly bottom out—and you were folded up like a chair. “s- sooo gorgeous for me,” he lowly groans, blond brows crimping together in needy want. your brief tightness that only lasts for a good three seconds makes nanami suck his teeth. so … damn … good, once he bottoms out all the way, you then hear the bubbly resounding ‘pop!’ that alerted you both that he was fit reaaaal nice ‘n snug. “god, the things you do to me, sweetheart.”

nanami tended to ramble mid-fuck, just spouting a bunch of nonsense against the shell of your ear. with barred, bare hands, he’s making sure your legs stay at the folded position you’re at. his cock’s just so fat though, and your eyes were almost cartoonish—widening like saucers at the precise moment he curves his way through that exact pathway of your cunt that makes you squeal. nanami’s sculptured hips drill into you ferociously, and his body that pounded on top of you after each impactful stroke was just so soft. you’d never get over it—he was like an actual plushie teddy bear.

sluggish arms of yours wrap around him, filling his entire ear canal with your continuous whimpers before he groans. “kento, fuuuckk- fuck!” you’d moan, feeling the bed frailly dip from both pounds of jerking weight.

pap after pap after pap, nanami’s stuffing you full with each mouth-watering inch, and your pussy constantly decided to torture you with its dramatic spasms and fluttering. filled to the very hilt, nanami’s making sure your insides got every single part of him.

he’s groaning, trying his hardest not to crush you with his weight. every few seconds, he’d cup your face with two sweaty palms before slowing down with a timid cunt-drunk grin. whispering out a shaky, “hah- you okay, sweetheart? ‘m not crushin’ my sweet girl, am i?” he’d lovingly caress a thumb across your face, acting as if he wasn’t currently fucking you stupid.

“ ‘m okay,” you’d breathlessly croon out in a sweet throaty tune, almost as if your sweet moans were high notes. nanami was hitting you deep, and with a sloppy pivot of his hips, the angle got even deeper. you’re filling up the four paper-thin walls of the bedroom with your trilling whines, purely engulfed by his loud manly musk. your cunt’s already starting to soak with dewy globs of your juices, even dribbling down your folds and oh it’s comin’ . .

“ken, kentoo—oooh!”

nanami felt his dick twitch inside of you at your dragged-out moan of his name.. but - it wasn’t just a moan—it was a pretty, elongated orgasm that caught you by surprise. his blushing tip was messily kissing your pulsating g-spot, circling all around it while casually feeding your grippy, wet walls. you clung onto him tight with your arms and also your insides. before you knew it though, your high was slowly but surely creepin’ up on you.

“i know- i knowww,” he murmured out of breath, and you could feel him starting to slow down. nanami’s rickety hips were passionate. they were steady, and as you were creaming down his weighty shaft, he planted a kiss on your temple. “thaaat’s it, let go. ‘m right here, kento’s here. i’ll clean you right up, sweetheart.”

his words warmed their way into the key of your heart . . slowly traveling between your legs also to make you throb. you’re whimpering the same repeated chant of his name as your arms were now wrapped around his sweat-glossed waist. nanami chuckles into your neck, and he can feel your arms pull his plump body closer. “mhmm, touch my body all you want, honey,” and you moan, feeling him release the grip on your numb legs. nanami brings his wedding ring toward your teary cunt after he pulled out, giving it one more loving rub. “ ‘m all yours,” he kisses near your lips. “always.”

✩ ˛˚ . SUKUNA RYOMEN.

“keh, you make me laugh, woman,” sukuna grouses, slouching back against his notorious throne as you straddle him. eager ‘n all, you try to align yourself and he grabs your hips firmly with a smug scoff. “you can barely handle one, what makes you think you can handle both of me, hm?”

“ ‘kuna, don’t tease me,” you huff, and he hums once he sees the frustration marinating across your face. cute, sukuna knew you didn’t like being teased but he still enjoyed getting underneath your skin. after all, you were his favorite, and maybe just for tonight . . he’d oblige with your carnal desire to get double stuffed. sukuna folds two of hefty arms behind his broad neck, his other arms occupied by gripping your waist. oh, he looked so priggish. a wolffish grin remains plastered on his lips as he watches you wrap a hand around one of his cocks. they were fuckin’ big, both stacked on top of each other and you moan. “stop lookin’ at me like that.”

sukuna snickers. “heh. my apologies, little one. i’ll look away while you struggle, i guess,” and a fang pops underneath his sinister curled lips once your wet entrances start to slowly kiss against his tips. you’re weeping wet, and you moan with your other arm abruptly tossing around his broad shoulders. you felt your heart’s irregular beats pick up whilst you’re perfectly aligned with both of his thick twinned cocks. with a squelching ‘pop!’ the first one starts to delve inside of your cunt, driving its way past the loose ring of your dripping entrance. “fuuuck, atta girl.” sukuna gravelly grunts, his smugness starting to falter just a bit. as he’s bottoming out, his grip on your hips tighten more. your warmth catches him by surprise—but once you’re taking in his second cock, he smacks together his lips in awe. pink slit brows of his form together into a vexed arch once he growls.

“ ‘s fuckin’ big,” you moan, slightly turning your head to stare at your grinding perked ass. as a few seconds pass, you’re starting to writhe your ass against his lap. successfully, both fat cocks were filled inside each of your gummy orifices. the concise feeling of tightness makes you mewl, feeling sukuna’s overgrown nails gently dig into the plush flesh of your ass cheek. “god, so full ‘kuna, fuuuuck,” you continue to babble, and you already could feel your fluttering tummy starting to giggle with hoards of impatient butterflies. you can’t help but part your lips into a cute ‘o’, nearly drooling once he spanks your ass — his way of encouraging you to ride him faster.

sukuna’s big, and it’s not even about both of his lengthy dicks anymore. he’s a demon, an unruly one that could probably crush you if he wanted. but no . . he had a soft spot for you, an even more softer spot for your sweet, weak pussy. as he sits back against the creaking throne, you gulp, taking in just how big he is compared to you. bloody, ruddy eyes bore back into you as he started to break a cold sweat. “hng, good,” he groans, and you watch as his head gradually starts to fall back.

oh- you’ve got him whipped. once you started up your rocky pace, it was game over.

each towering cock plummets into both of your holes filthy, and the repeated dampened sloshes of your cunt resounded through the walls of his echoey domain. over and over and over. your rhythm starts to get more and more hectic as you progress—and you’re whimpering, continuously feeling one of his swollen tip’s french kiss near your pretty puckering rim. the other one’s messily making out with your g-spot, rudely thrashing its way against that same pulsating target like it was a dart aiming straight for the bullseye. “o- ohhh, fuck. ‘kuna, ‘m not gonna last, ohmygodddd.”

you’re just so full…too full- and before you knew it, you could already feeling your legs preparing to violently snap.

mewling out a sweet, exaggerated ‘oh!’, you end up spraying out a pretty streaming geyser right between your legs. your glossed lips quiver as your awaited high finally comes, whining as you try to continue to swerve your weak hips in gradual arcs. it felt so so good, being plugged full with each of his girthy cocks. fuck, it felt too good that you could almost taste your sudden overwhelming releases on your tastebuds. “fuck, fuuuck,” you whine out in tiny puffs of air, glancing back through fuzzy peripherals to stare back at your ass. honed, sharp fingernails bury into the fat of your bouncy flesh and sukuna snarls at the tasteful friction. “ ‘s good, ‘kuna, ngh!”

“h- heh,” the curse jibes, but even he’s starting to slow down. as your rhythm starts to finally come to a slowing stop, you sheathe your head near his broad chest. sukuna holds you close, quietly snickering at the size difference. you—a mere human, straddling him. it was almost laughable. “you humans are so weak . . so fragile,” he huskily groans, leaning in to pierce his fangs into your neck softly. as if marking his territory, sukuna then licks a stripe up your neck. you’re still stuffed to the very brim, and that’s when he makes you sit up straight. with a disapproving tsk, sukuna crosses all of his arms with a pout like he’s judging you. “cunt’s still too weak though.”

you’re just a babbling mess, the pit of your tummy was in knots as it's still taking in both thickset cursed lengths. from your quavery thighs, it’s a shimmering sap of your precious slick that slithers down between the sprawled crevices of your legs. it’s pretty - and sukuna can’t help but swipe a fat thumb down, getting a taste all for himself. “mhm,” he brings his finger up to his wry compressed lips, savoring your fresh flavor on his spiked tongue. you’re still trying to recollect breaths when the demon softly grabs your chin, boring his cold, scarlet eyes right into yours. “open.”

an overgrown black nail gives the corner of your lips a soft tap and compliantly, you pry open your mouth. sukuna leans in before . . spat! he spits right on the flatness of your pink tongue, hearing you lewdly moan in response. with your flapping lashes nearly blinding your entire view, you could spot that same wolfish grin from an early start to creep against his lips one final time.

“how filthy. my good girl,” and you moan yet again, feeling him press a hand against your tummy — a wee reminder of how stuffed you currently were. “let’s try that again. this time though, i’ll let you ride my stomach tongue, heh.”

✩ ˛˚ . TOJI FUSHIGURO.

“kinkiest shit i’ve ever heard you say, mama,” toji guffaws as his tense shoulders bounce up and down. you couldn’t help but notice the way toji was slowly growing a dad bod, especially after the two of you had another child. he’s still in good shape—and he continued to maintain his usual workouts but fuck, you’d always fawn over his cute round tummy. he’s like a bear, shaggy, chunky, and incredibly soft. every time he’d pound on top of you, his weight would gingerly press into you, rubbing back ‘n forth against your body and you’d just wrap your arms around him. “full nelson, eh? you sure this isn’t the baby fever talkin’ again?”

“tojiii,” you pout, and you watch as he groans the moment you’re aligning yourself on his maddened cream-covered tip. it’s fat - leaking from the top with buttery white droplets of pre. toji reclines back against the couch that sucks his heavy body in as his legs start to spread. once he gets comfy, he looks at you with a sly grin while zeroing his verdant eyes all over your body. “ ‘m sure, i want it,” and you playfully start to run a palm down his bushy hairy chest, stopping at his cute rounded tummy. “want you.”

toji lets out a smoky chortle before pinching a grip near your ass. “alriiight, babygirl. but ‘m not gonna go easy. better hold on tight.”

and oh- toji and full nelson was a deadly combo within itself.

saying he had you stuffed to the max was purely an understatement. one minute you’re on his lap and the next, he’s got you pressed up against his woolly chest with his burly arms pinned up underneath your legs. he’s fucking you silly, plummeting such thick inches inside of your hungry cunt that it makes you see stars. not just stars but the whole damn galaxy. “f- fuuuck, fuck!” you’d gasp, feeling your cunt eagerly twitch at his sudden elastic-like stretch.

toji was strong, and he had no problem lifting you. each time he did, you’d bounce back on his lap, getting stuffed with even more mighty inches of his dick. it’s so wide, he’s merrily caressing through your gummy inner walls before rudely smacking his flushed crownhead against your tender needy cervix. that spot right there makes you shriek, and you can hear toji’s husky laughter from behind the shell of your ear.

“heh- yeah, baby. let me fuckin’ hear ya, take this . . hah, dick like a champ—fuuuck,” and he groans, a single smack of your ass making him briefly bite the inside of his hollow cheek. it’s a lot of weight that’s jerking back against him from you, and toji’s heaving breaths start to get heavier the more your cunt swallows him in wholly..

his virility was unmatched, and toji gave your pretty pussy addictively mean slams until it was squelching out his name. all syllables of it too—

you were loud, especially between your legs which were always toji’s favorite part. “t- tojiii,” you’d whine out his name again, continuously feeling that same caving dip arises near the middle part of your tummy. he’s in so deep, and your back remains to rub against his furry-covered chest. toji’s plump belly was so soft behind you, and the saltiness that started to coat your buds from your incoming release was almost too much to bare. “harder, f- fuck me. ooh! that spot, that f- fuckin’ sp—”

“if i wanted to hear my wife speak i’d ask her talkative pussy instead,” toji grunts, and you let off a bleating whine the second your bare wet cunt’s met with a spank. slap! and the entire sound makes your folds twitch. you moaned, desperately wanting him to do it again. not just once or twice—hell, even thrice. you ached for more of toji’s touch, and he knew that. he knew his wife. you watch as his scarred lips form into a smile, and he spanks your pussy again. “mhm, kinky girl. that turns you on, yeah? ‘course it does. bet if i fuckin’ spat on it you’d go crazy too, hm?”

“tojiii-‘m-gonna-cum,” you whimper out in a quick single second, trying to talk over his rant. you were a bobble head toy, bouncin’ up and down his fat cock. his long girthy inches had you hungry - slobbering from the mouth like a dog for more as he filled you to the very fuckin’ brim. easily, toji’s invading all through your spongy cunt with his thick thighs resting underneath you. your nails cling to his skin like velcro with your mewling whines only pitching louder. “tojiiiii, gonna cu— fuuuck!”

“yeah, i know baby,” he grunts, feeling his balls starting to tighten. toji’s head throws back at the sharp slams of your hips. each time you fall back into his vast lap, his guttural voice drops even deeper. every time it does—you end up throbbing. a cute ‘lil pulse that he always pokes fun at you for. “heh- there’s that cute throb, she’s so fuckin’ needy,” and as your pussy’s squelches cry out even louder, toji growls. “fuck. gonna milk me, s- so good, ‘s that what y’er tryna do?” and you moan, feeling the pad of his thumb ghost down your throat. “want me ‘ta make you a pretty mommy again?”

a whiny, “y-yesss,” slurs out from your glossed lips, and toji snickers. of course. you wanted him to fill you all the way up like always. plug the top until your cunt was just flooded with his hot thick ropes of cum.

and that’s just what he does—toji lets out a gruff groan once he feels himself reaching his limit. with his hips nudging quicker, he grunts at the final punctuating thrust. “f- fuck, take it then. take it like a hah- good girl,” and toji’s plush body underneath you starts to rumble. finally, your legs collapse down from the position they were in once he’s starting to paint the pasty walls of your cunt his whitish color. it’s a lot, ribbons of slick cum that splatter its way throughout the layout of your mottled-covered entrance. “shit,” he swears against your neck, growing quiet to hear the sloppy sounds.

you start to ooze between your thighs, and you moan once toji lifts your leg once more. the bush that glues against his chest hair continued to tickle against your back before you whine. “mhn, atta fuckin’ girl,” he huffs, smearing a thumb down your cunt that’s spitting out any remnants of his gooey seed. it’s hot, drooling down the cracks of your folds that he ends up giving your pussy one more final spank.

“heh, best we start thinkin’ of names again then,” and he nips a soft bite near your ear. “mommy.”

✩ ˛˚ . SATORU GOJO.

he’s the strongest, which also means the strongest in bed.

and satoru’s favorite thing to do was to have you being fucked senseless with your legs gracefully thrown over your head. you’d tease him constantly, saying how since he’s ‘the strongest’, surely, he can’t be the strongest in bed too… right?

wrong,

because that smug ‘lil grin of yours gets wiped off your face almost instantly the second he’s pushing your cute, weak legs over your shoulders. oh- he’d show just how strong he could be, especially underneath the sheets. satoru had stamina for miles, rarely running out of gas and he’d easily steal orgasm after orgasm out of you. after a plethora of pliable positions, you now found yourself laid flat on your back with your legs pinned right behind your head.

“aw! c’mooon, sweets. wanna see how flexible my wife’s pussy can get,” he hoarsely coos, and his playful demeanor slowly vanishes. satoru’s now feral - and he was always feral with you. especially whenever he was stuffed inches deep inside of your sloppy bear-hugging cunt.

you whine, staring up at the white-haired man and he’s still got his blindfold on. it’s halfway on, sexily showing a bit of his right eye as he runs a hand through his tangled frosty strands. satoru’s favorite thing was to manhandle you, toss you around the room ‘n treat your body like a rag doll.

“ ‘toru, fuuuuck,” you’d sob out, the inner pit of your tummy letting off a deep exhale once he’s buried in. the head of his dick’s now thwacking near the hilt, and you’ll never forget the feeling of his long, bulky cock sneakily massaging its way toward your gummy cervix. it’s repetitive, and you’re chewing on your inaudible whimpers at each luscious stroke he gives you. he’s an animal, and each merciless pound makes you trill out his name over ‘n over until your poor, poor vocal chords strain. “don’t stop, p- please. fuck me, fuh— fuuuck.”

“awwwh, my pretty wifey’s so talkative today, especially her too,” he whispers, and you moan once he’s practically laid flat against your bare chest. satoru snakes a hand between your legs, rubbing messy circles against your leaking pussy. a sly grin creases at each corner of his lips as he rubs near your full abdomen. satoru groans, moving his hand toward the middle part of your tummy before softly pressing down - feeling a prodding ‘lil bulge that he knew all too well. “mhm, that’s all me, baby. alllll fuckin’ me.”

your cunt was indeed loud, each sloppy thrust of satoru’s hips whacking into you at full collision makes you gush.

you couldn’t help but soak a portion of his cock with masses of your syrupy slick and it makes him hum. how cute, satoru could even feel your dripping pussy fluttering around his length. he’s thick—and more importantly, he’s fuckin’ big.

satoru’s sweating, and as he continues to hold your legs up over your head, you spot the spasming veins bulging in his arms. beefy, is the perfect word to describe him. every muscle within him flexed whilst he was pounding into you rawly, making sure your greedy cunt always remembered exactly who it belonged to. “mhm, such a pretty girl. gushin’ all on me, think i oughta train thisss—” and he pauses, giving your soddened entrance a playful pat. “—pussy jus’ a bit more, hm? could be a ‘lil stronger, especially since y’r dealin’ with me, baby,” and as he’s talking, he starts to lick near your neck. “fuuuck, ooh i love that fuckin’ grip. nasty girl. mmm, make me just as messy as you, uh huh.”

“fuh— ‘m gonna cum!” you squeak, the intense throbbing between your legs only increases whilst he’s giving you his all with his ragged strokes. into. each hit was more and more ruthless, your head’s spinning, and the beats of your heart only got quicker. you were sure that your pretty glistening slick had his entire cock to the base covered by now. needless to say, you were drenched. satoru even leans upright to your face, snickering once he feels your hands try to pull his blindfold off. “sato—ruuu, cum, ‘m gonna cum.”

“yes, princess i heard you the first time,” he coos, his tone full of smug arrogance. oh, how you wanted to wipe that cocky smirk right off his naturally glossed lips. his appetizing thrusts against you were the definition of straight insanity, and as his hips kept championing at such speedy strokes, you squealed. riiiight there, the mushroomy crown of his cock scraped against the target of your cervix and you nearly go crazy. “ooooh, there it is. there—she—fuckin’ is,” and as his voice grits lower, pausing each stroke to enunciate his sloppy hits against your cunt, it’s almost like he’s talking down to you. but in this case—satoru’s talking down to your cunt, because it’s the only thing he’s staring at.

openly, he snatches his blindfold off and his sparkly eyelashes flap thrice once he makes loving eye contact with your weeping pussy.

“mm, give it to me then, pretty girl. make a fuckin’ mess on me,” and you moan once he pulls your legs up even higher over your head. bringing his sheeny-coated lips up to your ear, he whispers hoarsely, giving your drenched cunt a doubting squeeze. “i dare ya.”

✩ ˛˚ . CHOSO KAMO.

“that?” choso’s eyes widen, hearty irises glued to your phone. you’re showing him some one-minute-long video of a woman getting passionately hammered in what you told him was ‘mating press.’ choso wasn’t new to intimacy, and whenever you recommended new positions for him to try, he’d always get excited. maybe even a bit . . aroused. “o- oh,” and his voice lowly husks, watching at the deeply intimate angles. the woman lay underneath the man and his weight pressed all on her. he was giving her deep and thorough strokes, occasionally giving her sloppy hot kisses in between. choso could feel his heart race as he started to imagine himself doing that exact position to no one other than you.

and he did, because the moment he’s cutely staring at your exposed, nude body underneath him, he can’t help but moan. you’re so pretty, and as he’s feebly trying to align himself, he whimpers.

“mngh, b- baby, ‘s this okay?” and his darkened eyes flicker toward your face. he’s leisurely placing his weight on your body, bringing your legs up to go over his shoulders. glossy, pink lips of his quiver as he feels the weeping wetness of your pussy twitch and drench around his cock. “don’t wanna hah- hurt you, tell me if ‘m too heavy, ‘kay?”

“promise, ‘cho,” you softly coo, your voice as smooth as silk. indeed choso was a tad bit heavy, especially compared to you. he was around a staggering height that’s damn near over feet of six inches tall and he was just looking at you like he was ready to pounce. a needy pout stretches across the thin corners of his lips as he moans, watching openly as your cunt starts to swallow his stoutly pinkish tip. “mmh, that’s it, baby. nice ‘n slow- whenever you’re ready.”

your voice- choso got off from it alone. every sentence that came out of your mouth had him weak. as your legs remained hauled over his droopy shoulders, he’s slowly inserting his cock into your greedy walls. seconds past and it doesn’t take long before wanton whimpers slither their way past your lips. “f- fuck, ‘s fuckin’ warm for me,” choso shudders out a breath, the feeling of your gripping cunt hugging his length tightly sends him shivers. it’s an indescribable feeling that makes his sable-colored brows curl into an arch and within just a few simple thrusts, choso loses it.

within a few rigid beginning thrusts—he gradually starts to get the hang of it. pumpin’ his lanky cock in and out of you as labored breaths snatch from his lungs, he whines yet again. this time though, it’s far louder. you’ve got to cup his face whilst he’s pounding into you rigorously. nearly crushing you with his hefty weight, choso tries to hover a bit over your wet cunt, moaning for the grip as he’s casually rocking back ‘n forth into your warm, welcoming body.

“good boy, f- fuck me, choso- riiight there, mhm!” you’d whine, feeling your eyes starting to dramatically roll and flicker from just his sheer size alone. choso’s cock had such length that it expands allll through you, reading out every area of your cunt like a map. it knows the exact layout, all the secret crevices, and angles to locate and once he reaches there . . you’re fucked.

between you and choso—you honestly don’t even know who’s louder. the moment you call him a ‘good boy’, you can almost feel him melting in your hands like putty. choso’s bumpy hips start to accelerate quicker and you whine every time you feel one of his veins pulse down his cock. “f- fuck, think ‘m gonna hah- cum jus’ from lookin’ at you,” he cutely rambles, each thrust becoming more sloppy. his hips have such power that it makes the entire bed groan out whiny creaks of its own. “you’re so pretty baby, s- so pretty with your legs all over my shoulders like this- heh.”

choso’s fucking you with his pace never slowing, trying to remember how the guy in the video did it. slow and steady, deep but thorough strokes, massage the clit . . and as he’s stretching you out with the swollen head of his cock—you let off a soft shriek. ‘pop!’ and you felt his plump shaft slip out of you immediately.

choso’s pussy-drunken grin falters as he notices his dick fell out of you- but not only that, he’s cumming for real. .

it was so sudden, and as his entire body’s spasming above you, he whimpers whilst struggling to align his milky-covered tip back between the opening of your glistening folds. “f- fuck, ‘s no fair, came too early,” he whines, and you moan once he buries his face into the crook of your neck. he’s embarrassed. your legs were still raised in the air as he’s holding them both firmly, groaning against your skin. a fresh hot batter of oozing cum leaves out of choso’s blushing slit — splattering out lewdly on your puffed pussy folds. choso’s so frustrated that he even tries fucking his cum in between your flaps with the cutest unsatisfied scowl on his lips. “s- sorry, ‘m bein’ a little messy. ‘m sorry, sorry.”

“ ‘s okay, baby,” you let off a quiet moan, your body already starting to feel numb. already, you were starting to miss the gaping outline of his cock driving through your insides but he makes it up by smacking his tip against your cunt. with a wet ‘splash!’ choso ends up smearing his sweltering hot cum all over your entrance, panting the entirety of your twitching sex right his ivory-white color. as he leans in for a kiss, choso clumsily misses your mouth with his lips pressing on your chin instead.

it’s cute, and you had to guide his face with your own hands just to have him shove his tongue into your mouth. choso’s body weight was now starting to grind against you again—but by now, he was straight up jumping you. he wants more, and you could tell as he was moaning into your mouth, grunting from his drooling cock that was rubbing up and down between your pasty entrance.

still swapping cobwebs of spit as the both of you smashed lips on each other—choso’s continues to spank his aching cockhead against your cunt whilst his lips desperately crash against yours. it turns him on, a lot more than he thought- and choso thinks he may have just found out his new favorite kink.

you.

✩ ˛˚ . SUGURU GETO.

being in a relationship with a boxer had its perks.

suguru geto—he was known for his fights, but more importantly his flexible positions. you’d always tease him about it, pokin’ fun at how you wish he’d fold you like his opponents one time for once. but oh, you’re taken aback once he takes you up on that offer.

“nuh uh, don’t tap out now, baby. let’s see that cute form,” geto grunts, pressing a wet kiss near the inside of your neck. the two of you were in his private gym, specifically his private ring where he’d always train. today though, you were needy, teasing him at how you wanted him to be put in a chokehold like he did to his opponents. but, the moment he’s got you straddling his lap as you’re cockwarming him, you’re nothing but a wet babbling mess. you moan, letting off a breathy gasp once the top part of his boxing glove rubs against your sobbing cunt. you were soaked, making a mess on the mat and a soft gasp creeps out the back of your throat once he wraps a beefy arm around your throat.

safely, geto’s got you in a firm chokehold — the exact one you’d usually see him perform on his other opponents. embarrassingly enough, your cunt twitches almost instantly, and you were trying to grind your hips back into him. “hngh, suguru- fuuuck,” you purr out, letting off a weeping mewling whimper as you felt his fat pointed dick ream a path through your insides. the entire gym was quiet. the only sounds that could’ve been heard were the wet sloshing sounds of geto’s glove gently smacking against your sprawled open pussy. psh after pshh and it only gets louder as you squirm, your thighs parting.

he’s big, manhandling you like this while you’re in a mere chokehold. once you’re starting to sloppily bounce on his lap, you can hear him hiss from the enticing friction. the electric sting of both mounds of flesh slamming on each other ends up giving you both whiplash. “h- hah, fuck, good girl. ride it—move those hips, fuck me back- mmph,” he starts to groan, the weight of your ass getting more and more impactful. geto’s meaty thighs glue against yours and you moan, feeling the curve of his cock rummaging through your squashy insides.

he’s so thick, that his plump tip runs through your tremulous walls before it frantically jackhammers its way to your cervix. letting off a squalling ‘ah!’ of a squeak, your back ends up falling into his broad chest. geto’s sweaty, bare skin rubs off against your skin and he groans. the sly dark-haired boxer wore nothing but his thinly made everlast boxing shorts. “suguruuuu,” you cutely drag out his name, moaning at the way his beefy bicep still wrapped around your neck. you’re bouncin’ up and down repeatedly and it’s almost comical at how your eyes were bulging out of their holes. your tongue was fully lolled, and you’ve never felt more stuffed. hit after hit, by this point, you were sure geto’s cock was gonna give your pretty pussy a solid, fair K.O.

but oh, geto ends up fucking you round after round - literally. he went from having you ride him to him pounding you into his squishy, red mat. your face vigorously presses into the cushion as you’re moaning, desperately whining out his name while he’s ‘practicing’ his special techniques on your cunt. the entire scene was lewd, and as you continued to whine out pathetic cacophonies of, ‘suguruuu,’ — ‘riiight there,’ — or his personal favorite, ‘ooooh, hit it there baby!’ ‘s, he’d feel his dick twitch inside you every time.

your ass raises the second he grabs ahold of your hip, and he’s madly drilling into you raw. each sloppy stroke and twist of his hips makes your toes curl and the bittersweet taste of your saliva ends up trickling down the side of your mouth, landing face-first on the vermillion-colored boxing mat. “fuckin’ shiiit, ‘m gonna cum, sweetheart,” he huffs, resting his free hand on your arched spine. so pretty - the way your ass tries to thrust back into his sharp hips was oh-so-cute. your pussy only got more sloppy, and as he’s feeling his cock preparing to release itself, you could almost hear a whimper snarl out from his throat. “ah, tell me where, f- fuck. talk to me, pretty.”

“i- insiiiide,” you squeal out with short breaths, his cock merrily kneading through your walls. it’s almost filthy at how loud your cunt was. just drooling such molasses of sheeny slick on his length, making an even bigger mess between your legs and on the fighting mat too. as he’s giving you his final, victorious thrusts that make your mouth snap open — a fairly lewd K. O., geto grunts, losing the match with his opponent being nothing more than your sweet, slippery cunt.

instantaneously, wads of thin bubbly ropes mesh with your slick juices, a pretty white ring foamin’ around his base. your release slams into you like a semi-truck, and your eyes crossed almost instantly.

with his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, he’s pouring in such slimy amounts that end up tearing straight down your pulsing bare slit. geto groans, hazed and all as his darkened eyes glance at how you were perfectly arched for him. this position was perfect for you in his eyes.

ass up — face down, “goddamn,” he grumbles through pearly gritted teeth and a slack jaw. mewing satisfied coos purr out of your spit-slicked lips as you feel him plugging you up to the brim, hearing the wet plops ‘n paps of his hot, sticky cum dripping onto the mat. you only imagined what it looked like, how much of a fuckin’ mess you were. “hah- aren’t you a champ,” he pants, and you moan once geto smacks your ass.

speedily, he now makes you flip over with a swift toss of a single brawny arm before picking you up. “mmhn, sweetheart. you did ‘s good for me,” and as your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, geto gives you a chaste kiss. a few loose strands of hair stick against your forehead as his tongue curls its way inside of your hot mouth before he snickers, pulling away. “ah, there’s one more position i wanna try though.”

“w- what?” you heave, pouting the second his lips depart from yours.

geto re-aligns himself between your leaking cunt that’s still profusely spurting out clods of milky clumps of his cum before he lifts you just a bit higher against his chest. “hm, oh- i just fuck you while standing up,” and you moan, wrapping your arms around his broad neck. ravened, feral eyes meet yours one more time and geto lets off a husky grunt, his boxing glove sneaking between your legs. “you’re my big girl though, yeahh?”

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🌸 This is an election day self-care checkpoint. 🌸

Reminder that it's not healthy to stress-watch endless election coverage. It won't change the results. Save your energy and strength for any potential fights ahead.

Take a deep breath Simple floor stretch routine

Kitty livestream

Live aquarium cam w/ sharks!

Another live aquarium cam (kelp forest)

Cozy cabin time

Aurora + soft music

Snow falling on a lake (with ducks!)

Other suggestions: watch a movie, take a walk or bike ride, play with your pet if you have one, spend time with a family member, go for a drive, cook or bake something, do a craft, do some early holiday decorating, find a nice place to sit outside if weather allows, read a book, take a bath, organize something, hit the gym, have a hot drink, write a letter, journal, take a nap, go to a museum or park, color or draw, work on a puzzle.

If you have a favorite video or online de-stress activity, feel free to add to this pot.

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Hello everyone!

If you don’t recognize the rebrand my old user was bingsooow, however recently I’ve been getting more into Genshin impact rather than solely overwatch. I wanted to shift into more writing that focuses on that rather than just simply Venture. I’ve been gone for about two months (maybe three?) and haven’t written anything! I’ll get to any inboxes that I’ve received and start on them asap! But if there are any requests regarding genshin impact go right ahead and request it!

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She Sloan on my Cameron till I Venture

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Could u do venture x reader with old self harm scars? Im rly insecure ab mine🫶🫶

Ofc!! I have some too so I think I’ll make this very heartfelt and deep as well ♡

TW// SH scars, mentions of suicide

How long has it been sense _____ has been clean? Maybe a year? She felt much better with her current partner Sloan. They were so loving and caring. They were patient and sweet everything she could ever ask for.

She felt that they would be there for her no matter what. And that’s part of what prevented her from falling back into her suicidal state. They helped her get up in the morning, to eat full meals, to shower and do everything until her mental health was up to par.

However there was something she was ashamed of and it was her scars. There were a couple on her arms, some on her thighs too. She wore baggy clothes or rather long sleeves to cover them. Sloan noticed that she had some scars but never asked. They felt they didn’t need to say anything because no new ones came up.

That was until _____ asked them something that seemed like it had an obvious answer.

“Sloan, do you think I’m pretty?”

They looked at her silly for a moment, of course they found her pretty. Beautiful, breathtaking. There weren’t enough words in the dictionary to describe her.

“I always do. You’re so gorgeous it hurts.”

“But like, my scars..”

Sloan didn’t think that’s what she was talking about. They couldn’t judge scars. They only felt so much pain for her. And seeing them only reminded them of the battle she had to fight to be there in that moment.

“I think they tell a story. Kinda like the hieroglyphics in the pyramids of Giza!”

That made _____ laugh a little. Sloan could find a reference to a lot of things and for some reason them finding one for now was silly to her.

“But outside of it being a story, I think no matter if you have them or not you’re alluring to me.”

Sloan for sure had a way with words. Especially when they also had Spanish at their disposal they could switch up and make the compliments more special.

They moved closer to _____, Gently kissing her cheek before asking their question.

“You don’t have to wear long sleeves and such around me. Could you…take it off for me?”

_____ thought for a moment. She was insecure about them and thought that Sloan would react badly to them. But how they spoke to her with that voice made her do it. Once she took the hoodie off Sloan looked over her arms. They were faded away into her skin but very evident they were there.

It almost made them tear up. They rubbed their thumb softly over them before bringing her arm to their lips and kissing her scars. One by one gently and slowly each time.

“I love every part of you. Including the parts you don’t. Every curve, every scar all of it.”

Hearing Sloan say that it was sweet to hear. It made _____ tear up slightly. The feeling of being loved like this was overwhelming but in a good way.

Sloan spent every day proving they loved everything about _____ their efforts changing her opinion on herself and her scars. And finally one day as Sloan sat down on the couch looking over their papers, _____ walked into the room with shorts on and a short sleeve shirt. Sloan looked over and a huge smile appeared on their face.

“You look so pretty! I love this shirt on you!”

They also loved how the shorts hugged her thighs but they weren’t going to say that. Sloan smothered her with kisses on her face as she laughed.

“Sloan stoppp!”

Sloan could only smile as they gave her one final kiss on her forehead. It made them so happy to see her so comfortable with them. Like their whole world was complete.

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Thinking…about Ventures voice line where they whistle…

They probably like making little noises, as a playful teasing gesture. Humming lowly into your ear before saying some VILE comment, whistling when they see you in a nice and pretty outfit, little squeaks of excitement when you give them a peck on the cheek, etc etc… IDK, the cute little noises they make are EVERYTHING.

I strongly feel that too!! I think Venture has a habit of making noise out of nowhere just to fill the silence or even while they think. I also feel like they like quoting memes over and over again everyday like a parrot. Of course they would find it funny but they wouldn’t do it around big groups or even their friends. I think they would only do it in a more intimate setting with like one other person.

I also tend to think that Sloan admires when you repeat after them too. So it’s like an echo chamber of the same saying. Sloan loves to admire you and would be dramatic when complimenting you. Probably holding their hand over their chest and like groaning pretending to die of your cuteness. Something like that.

They would also probably make animal noises out of nowhere. Most likely just meow because it’s the easiest noise. They would do it just for fun and because they know you love cats (if you don’t let’s just pretend). Overall however I think Sloan is just a person who likes to make noises and you think it’s a cute little quirk of theirs

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I NEED MORE POSSESSIVE VENTURE /NF 🗣️🗣️‼️‼️ Your writing is giving me sustenance. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, brunch… uuh midnight snack, water, WHATEVER

Side note, but I personally love the Venture fics where they’re possessive over the reader, like the reader is a precious, yet-to-be-discovered artifact that Venture just CANT get enough of! 🫶

That’s actually so sweet thank you anon ♡ but I also do think Venture would be pretty possessive and I think this short fic could be a sneak peek into a longer one 👀 btw this is a fem reader!!

Sloan had a jealousy problem. It wasn’t like they didn’t trust _____ But they didn’t trust the people around her. Sloan admired their partner so much. More than anything in the world. They would spoil her and put her above all else, like she was their god and they had to obey her every order.

_____ was very humble. She was thankful that Sloan loved her so much but she’s almost never experienced this type of treatment. Almost every anniversary Sloan treated her to something better than the last, Ziplining, check. A very romantic expensive dinner, check. Everything and anything done for her.

This day in particular Sloan was treating _____ out to this restaurant that served worldwide dishes. Even booking a night took ages and was very very expensive. But Sloan didn’t care, money was something they could earn and burn. As long as it made their wife happy they’re life was.

But _____ looked absolutely stunning. The dress she wore absolutely had a chokehold on them. Seeing her body softly carved by the fabric of the dress almost made her look like Aphrodite. Simply wonderful. They looked like a lovesick puppy admiring her, and others could very clearly see that.

Unlike somebody who didn’t get the memo. Some random guy who appeared to keep glancing over at the two. His eyes shifting all over _____. Sloan didn’t like that. They were possessive about what was theirs. Artifacts or their partner they would fight tooth and nail for those items precious to them.

One of Sloans arms snaked around _____s waist pulling her almost closer to them. Sloan was more touchy though the night of them having dinner. The guy who seemed to feel that this was a challenge walked over, invading them.

“You look absolutely beautiful tonight mama.” The male said looking down at the couple sitting at the table. Hearing this made Sloans blood boil.

“Thanks I think this suit-“

“Not you, her.”

_____ didn’t take compliments from strangers that often. She looked up at the guy and nodded. “Thanks…” Sloan held her hand, making sure the engagement ring was on display as they kiss the top of her hand.

“I think that my wife is quite ravishing.” They said smiling at _____. The man obviously rolled his eyes as he gave Sloan a look. Then a snarky reply before stepping away from the two. Sloan was too heated to care about what he said.

Sloan also had a habit of becoming very tense in these situations. _____s gentle hand brought them back down to earth and made them relax as they felt it on their shoulder.

“Ugh that guy was just so-“

“You’re so cute, you know that?”

Sloan froze hearing those words. Her compliments always made their heart soar no matter how simple they were. They blushed with a huge smile appearing on their face.

“Really?”

They felt like a high schooler again. _____ nodded and kissed their cheek, leaving one of her lipstick marks on them.

“Yes really, you should eat before it gets cold.”

And Sloan obeyed. No matter how jealous they got she was the one who seemed to calm them instantly. And they wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Hello bingsoo here!! I hadn’t written in a couple of weeks (I’m preparing for a trip) and I hadn’t had much motivation. However I’m back on the grind (grind?) because I love venture like y’all do.

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Sorry that requests are not coming out fast enough I’ve had major writers block!! I’ll get back on the grind Saturday or Sunday!!

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Hii!!xoxox

Can I request either Lifeweaver or Venture w/ a s/o that's a semi-recovered drug abuser? (So sorry if its heavy, just fluff w/ a necessary evil amount if angst, tysm!!)

Actually I can do both!! It’s so rare to see somebody request something of Lifeweaver so tysm!!

Tw/ Mentions of overdosing, suicidal ideation

I don’t mind writing heavy stuff but if you need help don’t ever hesitate to message me♡

I also apologize if it isn’t as sad as it should be I struggle writing angst

Lifeweaver

Niran didn’t question about Y/ns past often but when he did he listened closely and paid attention to many details

Hearing that Y/n was a past drug abuser they felt something tug at their heartstrings like he felt guilty

He tried so hard to help Y/n manage their emotions and to do anything to prevent them from going back

He would look up the signs on how drug abuse starts and would keep anything that could harm them out of sight

However there was one time Niran caught Y/n high out of their mind in their room. It broke his heart

He was so panicked that he thought that they OD’d and was praying to anything that they would be okay

Niran did anything he could to make sure that they were okay and that it wasn’t an OD he was dealing with

When Y/n came to be Niran was so disappointed, not only with himself but with Y/n too

He was practically crying and holding them close to him, pouring his heart out as their head was in his hands

“God I’m so glad you’re okay! Why would you do that? I thought I made you happy?”

He would blame a lot of their issues on himself and thought that he was doing a terrible job at being a boyfriend

That was not the case and it took a lot of time for him to not only convince himself he was doing a good job but also for him to trust Y/n again

Overall it’s hard for him to deal with but he wouldn’t trade it for anything, he wants Y/n to be safe and clean. To never have to rely on drugs to be happy when he’s around.

Venture

Oh boy, Sloan caught on pretty quickly to what Y/n was going through.

Y/n mentioned thinking about suicide and even had idolized it at some point. It only broke their heart upon finding it out.

But that wasn’t even the worst thing they could be worried about, they didn’t want Y/n doing drugs with that mindset

However it was happening right under their nose. They didn’t realize it until one day the could see that Y/n wasn’t as responsive as before.

It confused them and they thought that maybe Y/n was just sleepy. But they looked deeper at the look on their face and suddenly they felt all the air sucked out their lungs

Y/n promised that they recovered. So why were they doing drugs again? It broke their heart enough to not only be upset at Y/n but they also felt bad.

When Y/n came to be Sloan looked so disappointed and never usually lectured people about anything. But that day changed everything for them

“If you were feeling like that you could have said anything. I’m here for you! Why don’t you understand!

Sloan tried not to cry but it was hard for them. They loved Y/n so much and hated seeing them destroy themselves.

Sloan did anything in their power to keep Y/n in good spirits while also suggesting therapy.

Overall Sloan feels that Y/n should confide in them. They would go through hell and back for them.

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Okay so probably a very cliche thing to write about BUT im a SUCKER for it

Venture notices fem!reader is getting hit on at a party and glares at the person doing it the entire time. Once the reader and venture get home, they immediately press her against the wall and “questions” her. Aka, they get jealous as HELL 😈

BONUS POINTS IF VENTURE CALLS THE READER “PRINCESS” i am a major softie for it 💕

Sorry for the late response so to make up for it I’ll make this extra juicy 😝

Sloan didn’t want to go to this pity party the wayfinders decided to put on. Everybody was able to bring guests and just enjoy themselves how they wanted to. Sloan decided to bring their partner Y/n. She looked absolutely stunning in their eyes and behind her they looked like a lovesick puppy.

However with that it also meant that they had to be extra protective over her. They didn’t want anybody thirsting over what was theirs. Y/n was their angel and everything they could ever ask for. Sloan was blessed to even be able to breathe the same air as her. As much as she told them she wasn’t anything special Sloan refused to believe it.

There had been somebody at the party who made Sloan uncomfortable. It was this guy who seemed to be thirsting on whats theirs. It annoyed them, but without probable cause they couldn’t do anything about it.

The night progressed and as it did the guy seemed to be making moves at Y/n. Sloan was slightly tipsy from the alcohol they ingested while conversing with their team. They looked across the room at the guy leaning against the wall talking to Y/n. They could feel their heart drop to their feet.

But they knew deep in their heart she wouldn’t do anything to them. The way the guy looked at her made Sloans blood boil. But it seemed Y/n didn’t notice. They came over snaking an arm around Y/ns waist and casually joining the conversation. But it seemed the guy didn’t take the hint.

Each lighthearted joke, each compliment to her, the way his eyes scanned her body like she was just some meat irked Sloan. Enough that they decided they wanted to leave early. But they couldn’t just say that. They would feel bad if they forced Y/n to leave so soon.

“Wow I’m so tired! It’s so late.” Sloan fake yawned as they looked at Y/n. She knew what was up because Sloan never usually got tired this early. She nodded agreeing with them. “Yeah it really is, we should get home.” Sloan mentally cheered as the two. Said their goodbyes and eventually went to the home they shared.

As soon as the door closed behind Y/n, Sloan pushed her against the wall, their eyes looking down at her almost with jealousy. But she was focused on how long and pretty their eyelashes were.

“Somebody was being a bit too friendly.” They said with their voice laced with venom. Their hands rested on the soft curves of her body. “What? Sloan I-“ “He was flirting, you and I both know that.” Y/n didn’t say much. It was true. She knew that he was flirting but she didn’t entertain it. Why would she?

“Did you like the attention? Hm? If you just wanted attention mi dulce princesa you could have just asked.” Sloan knew how their Spanish affected her. Like it was a cheat code to get her to fold.

“I-I no- It’s not..” But there wasn’t a good enough excuse. Maybe she did want attention. But it’s not like she would ask them for it. She expected them to just know.

“You’re such a terrible liar. If you wanted me to compliment you I would have told you that you were prettier than any star in the sky. Or maybe you wanted to be lusted over. Seen as sexy? And god you really are.”

Sloan looked from her eyes to her lips. Then to her neck. They leaned in and kissed her neck, softly biting upon some parts of it. They then went up and kissed her gently. Some of her darker red lipstick going onto their lips.

“I’ll give you all the attention you could ever ask for tonight, hermosa princesa.”

Cliffhanger!! But I might continue it just lmk if I should, possessive Venture I need them sm

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The audacity that nobody has jumped on the "getting railed in a cute sundress" post yet. Venture already knows what's up when you ask them to bring the strap but while you two are getting cold drinks before walking to your designated spot you make sure nobody's watching - n then u flip up your little dress, showing them that you got no underwear on. Tease of the century. When Venture has recovered they growl into your ear : "You're so gonna get it later on..."

Aaaand you do! You're getting it from behind on the blanket amidst a field of flowers, while Venture sneaks their large hands into your dress to grope your tits and tell you how fucking horny they have been and are for you, how good you feel, how they're gonna fuck you so good, and you're in complete bliss getting plowed into oblivion, soaking the blanket below you and their strap.

GOOD LORD

This is such perfection– could you imagine being such a mess that you forget to readjust your dress? You fixed it, of course, but the zipper isn't zipped, the underskirt is rolled up underneath revealing the silhouette of your legs, your hair is an absolute mess from being grabbed and your lipstick is smeared across your face from the bombardment of kisses they gave you.

They just stand up and dust themself off and look over only to panic. You're still just reveling in the bliss of it all.

With a little help, it takes nearly thirty minutes to put yourself back together again. And you still can't walk straight... they apologize for being so rough, but you brush it off. You loved that roughness– the rougher they were, the better it felt. Not that being gentle didn't feel great, but there's something about a needy Sloan that just treats you right.

Perhaps you needed to wear that sundress more often now.

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Hi! I was wondering if you can do amab! Venture hate fucking fem!reader who works for talon 😇

W anon for requesting this I’ll make this one extra special

As Sloan finished up their excavation at Petra, they admired the artifact they found. All that time spent in the sun as it ruthlessly beat down on them was worth it. They were covered head to toe in dirt and sweat. They took a moment to wipe off the dirt on their cheek. Sloan gathered up their things and all the while had something lingering on their mind.

Earlier that day, they had a run in with Talon. More specifically as they would put it, one of their goons. But it didn’t feel like they were just fighting against any normal talon goons. This one in particular was smarter, more swift and aggressive. Judging by the body shape alone it had to have been a girl right? It was something they pondered. They couldn’t tell however. The individual was masked.

Sloan set up camp somewhere right by the ruins they explored at. As they finally got something to eat and had a chance to sit down and breathe they could hear something from outside. It sounded like rustling. They hummed before peeking outside of what they called home for the time being.

“Must have been the wind.” Sloan said trying to convince themselves that they were alone. Nobody was there with them. Except they were incorrect. As soon as they turned around there was the same talon worker from earlier. Sloan jumped in fear. What were they doing in their home?

Sloan didn’t have time to question it before they grabbed their drill, they held it up like a threat. “You’re not getting any of these artifacts.” They said proudly, trying not to express their fear from how they managed to sneak behind them. The person didn’t say anything, rather it looked to the side observing the artifact Sloan worked all day to obtain.

“Oh no not that one!” They lunged to get it, however the figure grabbed it. Sloan could begin to feel frustrated. All day in the heat finding this little important piece of history and they could possibly loose it. The only thing on their mind was getting it back.

Fighting this figure was harder than they thought. Having to avoid breaking other things they owned as they tried to get it back was harder than they thought. At some point they kicked off the helmet that the figure wore. And it was a woman. A beautiful one at that. But they couldn’t let themselves get wrapped up into her looks when she was trying to steal from them.

Once Sloan had their hands on the artifact it seemed to shatter from what it gone through moments prior. In that instant Sloan seen red. They weren’t the same they usually were as their hard work went to waste.

They tackled the woman, Sloan holding her down as they looked down at her. When she looked back at them she had a smirk. She hadn’t said much to them until that moment. When she laughed at them. It got them more frustrated.

“This isn’t funny! You just ruined almost 100 years of history and this is funny? My hard work is all gone!” They yelled at her hoping she understood what she just did. “That little piece of crap wasn’t worth much anyway nerd. You wasted your own time.”

Sloan never thought they would hear that in their life. That some relic that they found wasn’t worth much. “You’re wrong! It’s worth so much! And it’s so-“ “I don’t care. Are you going to let me go? Hit me? I’m so scared.” She seemed to say sarcastically.

If it weren’t for her pretty face Sloan would have already been done with her. However an idea clicked into their mind. A way for them to get their revenge without actually hurting her face. They liked looking at it.

“Actually no, I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to take it.” Sloan thought those words were foreign to them. Like it didn’t come from them and they forced themselves out of their mouth.

“Like you could.” She seemed to say with a laugh. Mocking them. Sloan hated being mocked and made fun of. It pissed them off some way they’ve always kept concealed. But with that they thought that they shouldn’t use the bed to prove to her their worth. They were going to leave her right on the ground.

“Just you watch.” And just like that Sloan had this beautiful woman uttering nonsense under them. Their fingers were softly squeezing her throat. A sinister smile across their face as they watched how she reacted. Sloan was just teasing her core with their cock. Moments before using their fingers.

“What was that you said earlier?” They asked as they inserted themselves into her. It wasn’t hard at all because she was already so wet under them. But for Sloan this was almost like heaven for them. Usually since they’ve been out here they’ve had to rely on their hand. This feels much better than that.

Sloan could hear her mumble meaningless apologies as they started at a slow pace. “You know..maybe I’m not sorry..you can’t-“ Y/n was cut off as Sloans pace got faster. Hitting deeper with each stroke. It left her speechless as she least expected it.

Sloan took out all their frustration and anger from earlier all on her in that moment. They were biting her, leaving soft pink hickies in the firelight that engulfed the room. Eventually they could hear her basically begging them, crying out for them. “S-so close…” But Sloan didn’t care. This wasn’t just for her. They cared about them and their release. It sounded selfish but again they didn’t care.

They could feel her tense up under them and tighten their core around Sloans cock. They bit their lip trying to prevent any whimpers from falling as they got closer and closer to their release. The talon agent on the other hand was moaning out, most likely from overstimulation.

Sloan then grunted out, the sound they tried to keep hidden came out of them as they pulled out in time to cum on her stomach. They closed their eyes as they panted. A couple moments passed, and Y/ns priority was getting cleaned up before she had to go back to report her failure to Talon.

The two didn’t say anything to each other after. She left as swiftly as she came. And dazed Sloan almost wondered whether they could see her again. They noticed something left behind from her however. A note, they questioned why it would have been left behind.

Once they read it she said that she wouldn’t mind coming back for them. Not for the artifacts or relics but for them alone. They didn’t know if they should be scared or excited but either way Sloan smiled reading it feeling something bubbling up in their stomach as they put the note in a safe spot.

Again thanks so much for requesting this and I enjoyed writing it :D I considered other versions of writing this before I settled on this one alone.

[zerobasekazuha]

this is hyper specific but I have a hyper specific vision that I hope you can share with me: dom afab post-top surgery Venture riding a gn!readers face, from Ventures pov with soooooo much dirty talk 👀

This makes for a good short fic for sure 🙂‍↕️

As the moon illuminated the bedroom Sloan usually slept in there they were, a couple committing sinful acts under the beautiful moonlight. Sloan recently got top surgery because they felt that it would better help them represent themselves better. And as much as the scars seemed to heal, they were painful.

However that’s why Y/n was there. They took away the pain for Sloan and it made them feel like they were on top of the world. But this time they weren’t just on top of the world. They were on top of Y/ns mouth. Their warm tongue exploring all the deepest parts of Sloan.

Sloane almost taken aback by the pleasure bucked their hips more into Y/ns mouth. Soft whimpers falling from their lips. “Mi vida, more. You’re doing so fucking good. Please..” Their eyes were glossed over as they looked down at Y/n. Seeing them look back up at Sloan was even more sexy than the act.

With each passing second they felt the pleasure building up within them. Their hands grabbing at Y/ns hair and pulling them away for a moment. The saliva mixed with Sloans DNA was almost enough for them to moan out. They were in a daze before Y/n spoke up.

“What was that not enough? Do you need more?” Y/n seemed to ask almost gently like an obedient puppy dog.

“That’s not it, you just fuck me good with your tongue is all.” Sloan said their voice slightly raspy from all the sounds they seemed to have make. They’ve been at this for sometime and they didn’t want to just ruin it all with an orgasm.

But as Sloan admired the way Y/n looked they were snapped out a daze as they could feel their tongue back where it was before. Working them better than before. The sudden pleasure making them yelp out.

“Amor n-not yet-I-I cant!” Sloan stuttered out as they could feel themselves closer on their partners tongue. They wanted to beg and plead but yet the clouded mind of dirty pleasure stopped them.

“No, you sound so pretty, look so pretty. All mine. Nobody else will know how dirty you are for me.” Y/n said softly against Sloans inner thighs. They made sure to kiss those before going right back to what they were doing before.

This sent them into a spiral. They could feel the warm tears in the corner of their eyes as the looked down at Y/n ruthlessly attacking their most sensitive core. “L-love please! I-I don’t wanna cum yet! I-“

They were cut off by a strained moan falling from the back of their throat. Their legs were shaking around Y/ns head and Sloan almost couldn’t hold it much longer. Their whimpers and moans filling the room more in that moment.

“Amor..s-so good..I-I’m so close..” Sloan mumbled out as their release hit them faster then they would expect. Their eyes squeezing shut as they moaned out. They bit their lip slightly as their thighs squeezed around Y/ns head. But Y/n didn’t mind. It was all for Sloan.

Eventually Y/n moved Sloan and cleaned them up, gentle with the scars on their chest. They smiled a little at them. Even though the scars were fresh Sloan mentioned getting flames tattooed on them like they had on their neck. “Slow down let them heal silly.” Y/n mentioned handing them a bottle of water from the night table.

“I will…but imagine how cool it’ll look!” The night ended like normal, pillow talk and hearing Sloan mention many ideas before they talked themselves to sleep.

I apologize if there isn’t much dirty talk, I wanted to get this out for whoever wrote it because they are my first request :D I also apologize if it’s super short, I’m currently running off no sleep and two Celsius energy drinks

[zerobasekazuha]

“It’s only a dream Sloan.”

Afab Venture x Fem reader

Genre: Fluff

The moon cast a silvery glow over the quiet city, but inside Sloan's apartment, tranquility was a distant dream. Sloan tossed and turned in their bed, caught in the grip of yet another nightmare. Their breaths came in quick, shallow gasps, and their brow was slick with sweat. Every night was the same—a relentless barrage of haunting images and terrifying memories that kept them from finding peace.

Meanwhile, Y/n was downstairs, sipping on a cup of chamomile tea in Sloan's cozy living room. They had been friends for years, and when Sloan confided in her about their nightmares, they knew she had to help. They had always been there for her, and now it was her turn to return the favor.

A soft whimper from upstairs pulled her out of her thoughts. Y/n set down her cup and made her way to Sloan's bedroom. As she opened the door she saw them thrashing in their sleep, a pained expression on their face. Without hesitation, she crossed the room and gently shook their shoulder.

"Sloan," Y/n whispered, trying to rouse them without causing more distress. "Sloan, wake up."

Their eyes snapped open, wild and unfocused, before finally settling on your face. Sloan let out a shaky breath and sat up, rubbing their eyes.

"Another nightmare?" Y/n asked softly, already knowing the answer.

Sloan nodded, their voice hoarse. "Yeah. Same as always."

Y/n sat on the edge of the bed and took their hand in hers. "Do you want to talk about it?"

They hesitated for a moment before nodding. "It was about the mission in Numbani. I keep seeing it over and over again. The explosions, the screams... I can't get it out of my head."

Y/n squeezed their hand reassuringly. "You're safe now, Sloan. It was a terrible mission, but you're home. You're with me."

They looked at her, their eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and exhaustion. "I know. It just feels so real every time."

Y/n reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from their forehead. "Maybe we can try something different tonight. I read that sometimes guided meditation or storytelling can help. Would you like that?"

Sloan gave her a small, hopeful smile. "Yeah, I think I'd like that."

Y/n settled back against the headboard, and Sloan rested their head on your shoulder. She began to speak in a soft, soothing tone, guiding them through a peaceful landscape in their mind. She described a serene forest, with tall, ancient trees and a gentle, bubbling brook. She painted a picture of tranquility, filling Sloan's mind with images of calm and safety.

As she spoke, she felt Sloan's breathing slow and deepen. Their tense muscles began to relax, and their grip on her hand loosened. She continued to weave her tale, adding details of sunlight filtering through the leaves and the sweet scent of wildflowers in the air.

Eventually, Sloan's eyes drifted shut, and their breathing evened out into the steady rhythm of sleep. Y/n stayed with them, her presence a comforting anchor in the midst of their turmoil. As she watched over them, she silently vowed to be there for Sloan, to help them find their way through the darkness and into the light of peaceful dreams.

In the quiet of the night, she knew that this was just the beginning. The road to healing was long, but with patience, love, and unwavering support, she was determined to help Sloan find the peace they deserved.