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VENTURE BABY PLEASEEE ID TREAT YOU SOOO GOOD PLEASE VENTURE VENTURE
#Venture#overwatch 2 fanart#venture ow2#overwatch venture#Overwatch#Overwatch 2#OW#OW2#OW fanart#Overwatch fanart#Venture fanart#Sloane Cameron#Sloane Cameron OW#venture overwatch#Digital art#Procreate
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i am so normal about them, im uhhghhhh hhhgh
#venture#overwatch#ow#ow2#my art#sloan cameron#sketches#aint no way theyre not fucking jacked under that big jacket#have you seen their drill???
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in honor of ventures new gf (original by @/sweepswoop_ on twitter)
#overwatch art#overwatch venture#ow2#ow2 venture#sloan cameron#overwatch#ow2 fanart#sloane cameron#juno overwatch#Juno ow2#juno ow#space ranger#venture x Juno
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SMILING VENTURE BE UPON YE
#venture#sloan cameron#venture overwatch#overwatch venture#venture ow2#ow2 venture#overwatch#overwatch 2#ow2#ow 2#in game photography#photo mode#virtual photography
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She Sloan on my Cameron till I Venture
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Mario Kart - AMAB! Venture
Pairing: amab! Sloan Cameron x fem! reader (reader has a pussy + uses fem pronouns)
Genre: smut/NSFW
Word Count: 2.7k
Summary: frustrated at always losing to you in Mario Kart, Sloan comes up with an obstacle to give themselves a winning chance
CW: fem! reader, AMAB! Venture, mario kart 8 on wii u, cockwarming, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your wily), creampie, edging, teasing, some banter, multiple orgasms, kinda overstim if you squint
this is part of my Summer Suntacular event, come check it out!
for everyone who liked sex rocks & requested more ven smut that i've yet to do ^.^ i swear i'll get to your requests soon
“No way, you have to be cheating.”
You roll your eyes at Sloan’s accusation. “That, or you just suck.”
Sloan drops the wiimote on the couch and rises to their feet, stretching their arms high above their head. Despite being inside in the air conditioning, sweat glistens on their neck and drips beneath their tight tank top.
You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly dry. You shift your gaze away from their golden, sweaty skin, and instead focus on the TV displaying your fourth consecutive Mario Kart win.
It’s a sweltering day outside, and though your original plan was to go to the beach, neither of you wanted to suffer the heat of the day and instead opted to stay in and play games. It had been Sloan’s idea to pull out their old Nintendo Wii and play Mario Kart, though judging by the annoyance on their face, you wouldn’t be surprised if they regretted it.
Sloan finishes stretching and slumps on the couch next to you. Their top rides up their stomach, showing the delicious stripe of skin between their cargo shorts and their tank. They grab their remote once more, the fresh scent of their deodorant wafting through the air.
“Fifth times a charm?” You tilt your head to the side.
“Why don’t we raise the stakes?”
“What do you propose?”
They smirk, and you’re immediately trepidatious. That specific toothy grin is never an indication of anything good—it's usually how you end up stealing from an artefact hoarder, or running from the police.
They run their hand up your thigh, the fabric of your shorts bunching up. “We need to give you an obstacle.” Their fingers trail dangerously high. “Something to impede your focus, make it a little harder for you to win. Put your skills to the test.”
Their sudden touch does nothing to sate the dryness in your mouth. You watch unblinking as their fingers get to the very top of your thigh, beginning to slide between your legs. Despite the heat, a shiver runs up your spine.
Then they pull away, shifting the fabric of their own shorts away from the growing bulge in their pants. “Or something like that,” they add sweetly.
You nearly get whiplash from how fast their tone changed from sexy seductive to classic Sloan. You take a deep breath, managing to stutter out, “w–what do you want me to do?”
They pop open the top button of their shorts, then the second, then the third. Heat courses through your veins as you watch them slowly drag their shorts down to their ankles, leaving them in just their pink heart boxers. The sweet illusion of their cute underwear is immediately shattered by the outline of their hard cock beneath them.
You swallow at the sight. “Sloan?” You ask.
They reach out and grab your Wiimote from your hand, discarding it on the couch next to them. Calloused fingers grab your wrist, guiding your palm to rub their length. You gasp in unison at the contact, at the feeling of their hard cock throbbing beneath their boxers.
They leave your hand there, dipping their own palm between your legs to cup your pussy. They’ve barely touched you but you’re already soaked. Their eyes meet yours, a mischievous glimmer telling you that they can feel how badly you want them.
Sloan’s smirk returns. “Why don’t you sit on my cock while we play? Keep it nice and warm?”
The heat pumping through you grows nearly unbearable, your panties undoubtedly ruined by their words and the soft stroke of their fingers on your clothed clit. To have them inside of you while you play is almost a guaranteed loss, but their cock is so hard and your pussy aches to have them inside of you.
You sigh, “alright. But this doesn’t go on my Mario Kart record.”
They let out a breathy laugh at your antics before pulling their fingers away from your throbbing heat. Glistening fingers meet their soft lips, their eyes lighting up at the sweet taste of your slick.
“Fuck,” they laugh. “If I win this round, I’m eating you out as my prize.”
The air leaves your lungs at their brazen comments. You’re so used to your awkward, nerdy partner that it always leaves your head spinning when they show their dominant side.
Sloan hooks their fingers in the waistband of their boxes and pulls them down painfully slow. Their hard cock springs free, slapping them in the tummy and smearing shiny precum across their sweaty abs.
They wiggle closer to the centre of the couch, patting their thighs. “Hop on, cowgirl.”
A breathy giggle escapes you at their stupid antics. You rise to your feet on shaky legs. Your pussy drools into your panties, practically begging for their big cock to fill you up.
You’re much quicker than them to discard your bottoms, letting them fall forgotten on the floor. Sloan’s gaze stays locked on you while you strip, a low moan coming from them when you reveal your shimmering cunt.
You slowly walk backwards, bracing your hands on the meat of their thighs as you let yourself sink down onto their lap. The tip of their cock brushes your entrance and you wrap your hand around it to help guide it in.
It’s a bit of a stretch, walking that delicate line between pain and pleasure as it sinks inside of you. Your walls struggle to take them in, your thighs quivering with the strain. Sloan grabs your hips, digging their fingertips into your skin to help you down.
You take them inch after inch, giving yourself only a few seconds between each length of their cock to adjust. It’s nearly a minute later that you can feel the soft skin of their thighs beneath yours and the tip of their cock brushing deep inside you.
Sloan relaxes into the couch, slouching lazily. They grab their Wiimote and reach around your waist, pressing select on the main menu screen. Your hands are shaking when you reach for your own remote, every little move you make forcing their cock deeper inside of you.
Yeah, you’re definitely going to lose.
Sloan’s hot breath tickles the side of your neck, but that’s the only indication that this affects them as much as it does you. Your walls flutter around their cock while you try to pick the character, the shockwaves it sends to your brain making it near impossible to make a decision.
Sloan’s wrist presses into your stomach as they move to select Link, the sudden pressure eliciting a gasp out of you. Their cock feels so much deeper with their hand pressed against your belly, forcing you to feel how big they really are.
By the time the countdown for the first race begins, your mind is nearly blank with pleasure. It takes everything you have to remember which button does what, and even that is a struggle.
Sloan shifts behind you, sitting up straighter just as the countdown finishes. The sudden movement leaves you breathless, the knot in your stomach threatening to come undone. Your hand leaves the remote for only a second to brace yourself, but that very second costs you the boost at the start of the race.
“Losing already?” Sloan taunts.
Your voice is unusually breathy as you say, “you wish.”
You clench down on them as much as you can, partly to throw them off, partly to ground yourself while you play. Sloan grunts and rocks their hips into yours once more, but the distraction is futile as you catch up. The third lap begins, and it really looks like you’re going to win.
Just as you round the last corner to the finish line, Sloan presses into your tummy once more, rolling their hips up into yours. The head of their cock presses into your sensitive, gummy walls, and you have no chance to catch your breath before your orgasm rolls over you. White hot pleasure radiates through your veins, your whole body convulsing as you cum around their cock.
The world around you fades away, the only sensations that stay with you are the bulge of their cock in your tummy and your thumb on the gas button. Sloan takes advantage of your situation, passing you at the last possible second to come in first.
They laugh triumphantly. “Looks like you came in second.”
You roll your teary eyes, though the pleasure of your orgasm is too intense for you to care much for their taunting. You sit up straight, trying to shift the angle of their cock inside of you away from your g-spot.
The start of the second race goes about as well as the first, though your mind is left even fuzzier from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Sloan doesn’t taunt you as much this round, though every time you get close to passing them, they rock their hips into yours in warning. You don’t push them and begrudgingly take second place again.
Sloan pauses as soon as the second race is over, flopping back on the couch to catch their breath. They don’t know how they’ve managed to keep their cool for this long, but they know they won’t be able to last with your tight cunt clenching their cock so well.
“What’s wrong, Sloan?” You ask innocently. “Can’t handle the heat?”
“Shut up.” They buck their hips, their cockhead hitting your cervix.
All the breath leaves your body and that’s when Sloan presses play on the next race. Somehow, you manage to get your bearings and take the lead almost immediately. Sloan curses over your shoulder—they know once you get into the groove, it’s nearly impossible to catch up to you.
You wiggle your hips away from theirs, leaning forward to see the tv better. You dig your thumb into the gas button and hope to god your headstart will be enough. Sloan tries to throw you off by grinding their cock into you once more, but it’s too late.
Tremors sweep through your body, your fingers seem to vibrate against the sweat soaked remote. The back of your shirt sticks to your skin, doing little to relieve the fever radiating from your core. You’re panting, but each sharp inhale only forces you to clench harder on Sloan’s cock.
Their nails dig into your hip but the expected pain is a faraway melody. You pinch your temples in a poor attempt to force yourself back to reality, to force some of the buzzing out of your ears—but it doesn’t work.
Sloan thumbs gentle circles across your clit. “If you give up now, I’ll only brag a little.”
Liar. You’ll never hear the end of it if they win, but they’ll probably have a billboard made up if you concede. You can practically see the sign now: Y/n lost at Mario Kart because they couldn’t handle my fat cock.
No, that simply won’t do.
“No,” you repeat, “We’re going to tie.”
Sloan seems shocked by your determination, and by the twitch of their cock inside of you, a little turned on too. As they click on the final race and the camera begins to pan over the track, you slowly bounce on their cock. Gentle, miniscule bounces—not enough to drive forth your impending orgasm, but enough to sate your need to clamp down on them and never let go.
By the time the race starts, you’ve managed to soothe some of the graininess in your mind. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes but you keep your focus razor sharp. You cannot lose this race, no matter what.
You manage to take the lead right off the bat, but Sloan is hot on your tail. You can feel them clench their jaw in frustration behind you. Their face is so close to yours that the sound of their teeth grinding is near deafening. Still, you manage to ignore their chattering teeth and grinding hips and focus on the game ahead.
The second lap passes, and Sloan starts to slip. They ache to drive their cock inside of you, to bend you over this very couch and fuck the arrogance out of you. They thought this challenge would give them an advantage but they hadn’t thought of how hard it would be to concentrate with your pussy clenching down and dripping all over them.
As soon as the third lap hits, Sloan knows there’s not a chance in hell they’ll win. You’re too far ahead, and unless you stop pressing the gas entirely, your victory is assured. And then, a lightbulb.
Sloan slides forward at the same time they drive their hands into your lower tummy. They can feel all of your walls squeezing them now, their cock threatening to spill at any moment. It feels so good—but not as good as beating you will.
Sloan keeps scooching forward until they’re at the very edge of the couch and the only thing keeping you from falling is their cock and slick covered thighs. They take that as an opportunity to tighten their grip.
You cry out. “Sloan, w–what are you doing?”
They chuckle at your confusion, risking a glance at your screen. You’re starting to slip up, all you need is a little push.
You start to round the last corner until the finish line, you’re so close you can hear the victory sound ahead. You press into the gas harder, victory is nigh, and then Sloan thrusts hard enough to send you toppling over the front of the couch.
You drop your remote to brace your hands against the floor, leaving you bent perfectly in front of them. Your pussy stays connected to their cock, giving them a deeper, fresh angle to keep pummeling into you. Sloan doesn’t slow their assault on your pussy as your hands scramble to find the remote you just dropped.
But it’s too late. You hear the telltale whistle of the finish line, and you don’t have to look to know that they’ve won. You have no time to bask in your disappointment, though. Not while Sloan is pistoning into your cunt like it’s the last time they’ll ever feel it. And with the stunt they just pulled, it might be.
They drop their remote on the couch and clench your hips tightly, using them as momentum to drive their cock forward. With you hanging off of them like this, it makes it even easier to shove their entire length inside.
Each thrust is deeper, needier, sloppier than the last. Every shift of their hips into yours sends electricity shooting through your tummy, threatening to unravel you. You curl your fingers, scratching at the floor for anything solid, anything to ground you.
“Sloan,” you plead, though you’re not sure what you’re even asking for. “Sloan, I—”
“Fuck, I know.” They groan. Their voice is husky with need, desperation clinging to them the way it’s clung to you. “You’re so goddamn tight, So perfect to fuck my cum into.”
Their words are all it takes to send you over the edge. You convulse, each jerk of your muscles radiating warm pleasure. Your body goes limp, your face pressing against the ground, but you don’t care. You’re cumming and clenching and you’re somewhere far, far away. Somewhere where the only things in the world are your villainous, needy pussy and Sloan’s fat, hero cock.
Sloan keeps using you while you come, taking complete advantage of the hot slick spilling out of you and your tight, clenching walls. Their cock is so sensitive, so needy, they won’t last much longer—not while you’re gasping and crying out for them so pretty.
They slam their hips into yours once more, forcing their cock as deep as possible, and then they come undone. White hot ropes of cum splatter your walls, stuffing your cunt to the brim with their heat. They keep their grip around you tight, keeping you connected until they’ve spilled every last drop.
Sloan gives themself a minute to catch their breath before hoisting you back on the couch, their dick still tucked inside of you. You look up at them through tear-lined lashes and offer them a stupid, fucked out smile.
Sloan strokes your hot, sweaty cheeks and returns your smile. “I think it’s safe to say I’m the new Mario Kart champion.”
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A lot of panels that focus on Venture use the nonbinary flag as a color palette, which is awesome!!!
Panels focusing on Mauga, however,, I know what you are.
you can't hide from me during pride month, sir, you simply cannot
#something something visual storytelling#is it a proper confirmation? no.#but let me dream#venture#mauga#sloan cameron#maugaloa malosi#overwatch#overwatch 2#ow#ow2#happy pride :D
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Some venture gifs i made ^^
Feel free to use them, with credit.
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I can’t be in voice chat when I play because I make this stupid reference every match 🪨
#art#illustration#venture#venture overwatch#sloan cameron#overwatch#overwatch 2#OW#OW2#spongebob#my art#overwatch venture#venture forth
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(Ad) Venture Time!
#overwatch#adventure time#venture#sloan cameron#overwatch 2#I've been violently consuming OW memes as of late I just had to#ghourlockery
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"and they will draw sillies"- the bible or something idk
#its messy on purpose!!!!#ALL MY MISSING ASSIGNMENTS OMFG.#sry mrs. Cergei... ur a bitch anyway#venture overwatch#sloane cameron#aka loml aka s/o aka destroyer of all cishet men on ow#venture#digital art#overwatch fanart#overwatch#fanart#artipsy!#artdrunk
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|| First piece of art of Venture~ I LOVE THEM HEAR ME (❤️´艸`❤️)
#•ooc•#venture ow2#venture overwatch#venture#sloan cameron#•my art•#overwatch#ow#ow2#ow2 fanart#- ̗̀ ̖́- Taste like dirt _ My art
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They're just so fun to draw
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[Overwatch] Rock!!!!!
#i made this instead of working on my portfolio today.........#ignore how they change slightly every frame i spent like 2 hrs on this... and im not a good animator djksks#venture#sloan cameron#overwatch#overwatch 2#ow#ow2#crowberri.png#art
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drew some sloan last night
#art#artist#artist on tumblr#fanart#ow2#ow#ow2 fanart#overwatch2 fanart#overwatch#overwatch fanart#venture#sloan cameron#lgbt#venture fanart#venture ow2
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my cutie patootie
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