we need more vincent renzi plsss 🫶
squirting; some angst?; MDNI 18+
it’s an unfortunate situation, but it’s one that exists. and you have to make amends with it.
your legs are wrapped around vincent's waist as you lay on your back, taking whatever he’ll give you, and you know it’ll likely be the last for who knows how long. neither you nor vincent know exactly when you’ll be able to replicate this again, and you’re sure the undetermined gap between this occurrence and the next is what spurs him on. it’s what provides adrenaline and a boost to his stamina. its what cuts his refractory period in half and creates the desire pumping through his veins.
he has so much pent up inside of him, caused by the work he dedicated most of himself. then there was the side of himself he dedicated to you and the things that only you knew about him, all pertaining to the itch he hasn’t scratched until here and now.
he stops thrusting into you for a second to grab your legs and press them back towards your chest, creating more room that he quickly fills with his lithe body. his face lowers to press kisses into the skin along your clavicle. you can’t tell, but you feel like they’re apologetic. either for what he has done before, or for what he has yet to do.
idiotically, naively, you accept them. especially whenever he begins to fuck you harder and deeper, his hips rolling into firm thrusts as soon as he’s as deep within you as he possibly can get. and even then, he attempts to go deeper.
it’s simple fucking really, but something about it feels perverse. maybe it’s the lack of condom paired with the depth. it creates a message, one that says vincent has motives he has yet to share with you. you know he won’t act on them without talking to you about it, but you can’t help but wonder.
he lifts his body off of yours just enough to create a view of his cock entering you over and over again.
he sucks in air through his teeth and looks up at you with a small, amused smile. “look,” he tells you. his hands press your legs back a little more until the stretch burns, but the pleasure of his cock entering you at a slightly different angle alleviates your discomfort.
you do as he says, looking down enough to get a view of vincent’s cock disappearing and reappearing into you. you don’t really know what exactly he wants you to see, but maybe it’s just this. knowing vincent, he wants you to see how well you take him. how well he fits in you without much difficulty at all, save for the initial stretch that you are quick to get over.
you take in as much of it as you can—the view of vincent’s cock working you open again and again, slipping deeper and deeper until you wonder when he’s going to hit your cervix. there’s a ring of white along his dick, broken and distorted but there nonetheless. you know it’s a mix of your own cum from times before, but your fucked out brain implants the idea of it being his cum, and suddenly the presumed motives that vincent could have don’t seem so perverse. they seem more like a happy accident rather than a damper on the comfortability of your current lives.
you had assumed him to have been watching your cunt just as you are, but it’s not until you lift your eyes and see him watching you that you’re proven wrong.
he has his lips quirked up on one side, revealing the earned set of lines that border his mouth. “beautiful, isn’t it?” he asks you, as if he’s talking about a painting or the sunset and not the way his dick is fucking you.
still, you nod and agree, letting your head fall back and your eyes close as you start to anticipate the delicious feeling of your orgasm creeping towards you. it’s one that runs away as if it’s scared of coming to fruition yet again. scared of what another orgasm could entail, and what it could release.
you’re not afraid of the possibilities, and neither is vincent.
the orgasm is still being searched for, but vincent refuses to let you relax.
“no, no, no.” his chastising tone is all it takes for you to open your eyes. “keep watching. look at us.”
you really have no other choice but to do as he says. you watch him continue to please you, over and over and over again. you watch his fingers dip towards your entrance and gather all of the cum that has leaked out. you watch his hand disappear lower, and your eyes flutter as he teases your ass, rimming it with two fingers before probing just one in to the first knuckle and then bringing it back out. you watch as he switches hands, and uses the other to circle your clit. and then you watch your cunt gush around him, releasing the very thing neither of you shied away from.
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lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)
if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.
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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.
I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.
I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.
If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.
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