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Lohen x F!Reader drabble

Overall + a lil creators note —> A little drabble of Lohen being sadistic because this is what the girls wanna see..! Also posting after a break that I would say was long, it isn't much but it's something. P.s if you made a req, I'm working on it.

WARNINGS: Smut, sadistic lohen ofc, rough sex, p in v, Dom lohen, lohen being a prick, lohen mocking us/teasing🤤🤤(I'm the issue atp)

Dare I say... Lohen imagines with him fucking you?

He'd constantly have a smirk on his face, finding something comedically funny. When you babble out, "W-what's so funny..?" As his hips snaps flush against yours causing your body to jostle and another whimper to escape, he answers.

"You! You.. y'know... You should hear yourself.." his voice his gruff, as he speaks his hands have your wrist in a bruising grip.

Keeping you helpless underneath him, his eyes studying the way you winced as his fingers tighten around your wrists. His hips pull back a bit as you gasp feeling his cock drag against your walls, he pulls out of your cunt just enough to leave the tip in before slamming right back home.

"Fuck..- Lohen..-! N'more.."

His eyes bore into your face, your eyes screwed shut, on the brink of tears from the pleasure. He laughed before leaning his face down next to yours, slowing his thrusts down just for the surprise, imitating your whiney and high-pitched voice.

"N'more..!" left his lips and your eyes shot open from embarrassment and the fact he over-exaggerated your voice. You didn't really sound like that..? Or did you..? He didn't have to see your reaction to know how your face looked.

It was priceless, his face buried into your neck as his thrusts became frantic again. He bite down on your neck, teeth sinking in enough to draw blood as he heard a tiny yelp come from you.

So much for begging for mercy?

Overall —> Drunk venti and sleepy reader

WARNINGS: Smut, sleepy sex, drunk!venti, somno, pet names (dear, darling, etc), dom!venti, fingering, teasing, established relationship, husband venti

Nothing is more exciting than when your husband Venti comes home drunk. He's always full of surprises and so.. attentive with you. He has a drinking habit so there are some days where he stays out late and tells you, "Dear, don't wait for me, you should be asleep by the time I'm back."

You lay there in bed, just as he informed you to. You had a habit of waiting on him but whatever he insisted you went with it. You stir in your sleep, unaware of the creaking bedroom door.

He just made it home.

Nothing makes you happier than when the bed dips underneath his weight as he tries so carefully not to wake you, unable to resist how beautiful you look, his hands mapping out every curve through your flimsy shirt, which was his. The way his hand lifts the shirt up causing it to bundle up at your chest, the way the cold air hits your body makes little murmurs leave your lips.

He takes note that you had no panties under that shirt, his shirt again. The thought of it made him feral, his hand coming down to play with your clit a bit, a few flicks, almost experimental to see how you would react. Despite being drunk his senses are heightened around you, he notices how you stir in your sleep from such a simple touch or the small twitch in your face. His fingers moving from your clit to your slit, one finger moving up and down, collecting wetness.

Drunk or not, Venti absolutely adored your cunt. He loved it, the way it wrapped around his fingers and dick, even the way it tasted. He described it as a fever dream.

He pushed his finger in your entrance, one finger something simple to start off. Even that caused a small whimper to elicit from your throat to which he shushed you, "shh.. it's okay, dear. It feels good doesn't it?"

He talked to you as if you were woke, he knew you weren't but he was still sweet to you. That's the kind of man Venti was. His finger worked diligently, feeling your spongy walls and the way you constricted around that one finger, prompting him to add another. His breath hitches as he curls his fingers upwards hitting that spot inside you that causes you to jolt awake.

Delirious from sleep, confused, and heavily aroused you lay there looking at him and this sight in front of you, his fingers stopped, realizing you were awake.

"What are you doing..?" Your tone didn't sound angry but more meek and shaky from arousal, any normal woman would be trying to move away or angry her husband tried something like this, but not you.

"I couldn't help it, if you saw the way you looked from my eyes..-" he couldn't even finish his sentence and you couldn't get one out before his fingers started again, your initial shock, long forgotten. It was like he was a dog, a needy one. His fingers worked but they didn't need to work that hard to unravel you, he's done this many times, his fingers know their way around you.

The feeling of his fingers constantly abusing that spot in you, making you shiver, that feeling that you were close was growing. "Nghh..- venti.. wait.." sounded like music to his ears as his thumb found your clit, rubbing circles. You could see stars right now with everything going on, a few more pumps of his fingers and you moan and writhed underneath him, both of you panting.

Such a blissed night.

Overall creators note—> Yeah, I'm getting too much writing motivation.. that's it.

WARNINGS: Smut mentioned??, toxic/unhealthy relationship dynamics, Patrick being his own warning, fear play??, dubcon, gore/blood mentions, dacryphilia, sadism, animal violence mentioned, snuff mentioned, corruption kink, innocence kink..?,Patrick being a creep, choking, knife play, let's be honest Patrick doesn't even need a tw.. it's Patrick, not proofread ngl

Patrick first noticed you in class, he noticed everyone but he REALLY noticed you. You minded your business, stayed on top of your looks, grades, and all. Not to mention you were a teacher's pet, obedient. So obedient... it repulsed him at first, to see you answer every question, go out of your way to help, maybe even think you're better than some people, some people being him.

He had a keen eye on how shy and timid you were, at first, he'd do things like make flirtatious remarks when you pass by such as, "Well, if that isn't the biggest pair of tits I've seen in a while." And that there was enough to make your face flush, you truly did try to ignore him, especially after hearing the rumors about him being fucked in the head.. Which kinda most likely.. aren't rumors. When the remarks didn't work, he'd purposefully sit next to you in class, ditch the gang to take the same route that you walked home, stare at you like prey, start rumors that you were a slut despite you being a virgin, take things from you like your pencil, your favorite pencil. That you in fact, thought you lost.

Once you've had enough, you cracked down. It takes a lot of guts to confront Patrick yet you did. Your tone wasn't firm, infact it was shaky and unsure, like you didn't know what words wanted to leave your mouth as you found him hanging outside the school, he wasn't with the bowers gang like he usually was. Almost like he knew the confrontation was coming, like he planned it, an opportunity. "Why do you keep messing with my life..? It's ..— it's weird and not okay." He found sick amusement in your question, that's when he knew what it was. He wanted to go out with you! He just had to, not because you're cute? Smart? But because you're sent from heaven, and he wants to ruin that, shoot a bow of fire right through your little wings, that way you'd be so wounded from him without an escape. "Go out with me."

And so reluctantly you did agree to go out with him. Why? Because you're partially afraid of what will happen if you say no and because your naive, you have hope in everyone. You've heard the whispers about him, you see the look in his eyes, yet you agree. The first date was one in the woods. In the dark. With no source of light, he was ecstatic while you were practically shaking in your skirt at every sound; every step, crack of a branch, movement in the dark. He decided hanging out near a tree was the best option, that way he could study you, tear you to pieces, in multiple ways in his head. "Are ya scared, tits?" "You're fucking shaking, Jesus, it's probably some animal." "Get a grip pussy." And lastly, "The real question is.. how scared are you of me?" Your back was flush against the tree as he walked closer, you didn't have to see his face to know he had that disgusting smirk on his face, it was so trivial how that same smirk made your knees weak. He was over here mocking you and you just stood there fiddling with the hen of your skirt, since you didn't answer his question he took it upon himself to test the waters. He kissed you. When he kissed you it wasn't your romantic, ideal first kiss; it was aggressive and full of something unfriendly. His hand gripped at your hips, making sure you couldn't move, keeping you caged between him and the tree. Despite being caught off guard, you kissed him back, it was an instant connection in your brain for some odd reason, that it felt right even though you were severely inexperienced with kissing. And yes, that date did end with him trying to slide his hand up your skirt multiple times, the first time you slapped his hand away. "Oh, come on. I just wanna see." He outright just begged the whole night and well.. you did let him see.. and taste!

After that night, you guys started dating officially, it wasn't really dating. No words were ever exchanged about what would happen between you two. He just staked claim per usual with anything he wanted.

Dating Patrick was like being with a wild card, you never knew what mood he'd be in. He was unpredictable at most times, often times he'd ignore you which confused you and hurt your feelings. He treated you as if you didn't exist until it was convenient to him and if you two got the chance to be alone and you brought it up he'd just act confused, "I don't know what ya mean..? We spend a lot of time together, tits." On top of it all, dating him was like a social suicide, once the school figured out you two were together, you're reputation was tarnished. If rumors started about you he didn't care, he may even add input that it's true even though it's not. Anything to see you below him, and when those rumors get back to you.. oh boy, you'll sit in class the whole day with that look on your face, like your whole life is crashing down by one silly rumor, a sentence that wasn't even true. He'd wait for you to find him after school, per usual, so you can cry in his arms over the stupid shit. Hes horrible at comforting so it would be like crying to a brick wall, he wouldn't say a word. Just stare at you, since you're hugging him, pressed against him, you immediately notice how hard he got from your tears. You don't know if you're disturbed or you find it hot too?

On days when you two do hang out when he isn't with the gang or ignoring you, you two mainly only do things he's into such as watching 'movies,' he makes you sit next to him on the couch watching some boring horror movie, he could tell from your facial expression how bored you were so.. he suggested, "wanna see something cool?" He found a dvd and put it in the player, at least 10 minutes in you didn't want to watch anymore, you felt like you could gag. Reason being, he had you watching a snuff film, the life drained from the girl's eyes as blood dripped from her sliced neck, the masked man breathing heavily, seemingly from excitement of the crime he just committed. "Sometimes.. when I look at you I wonder what you would look like if that was you bleeding out." So casual and romantic Patrick!

With affection he's also random, he can be the most touchy person. He loves to have his hands on your tits, waist, or the back of your neck when you walk, almost as if he's guiding you. He has other.. ways of showing affection like burning your hair with his lighter when you're not paying attention, when you freak out and yell about it? He laughs it off like he didn't almost burn your hair off. He likes to find or kill insects and gift their bodies to you, well it started off as insects before it progressively got into larger specimens such as mice, hamsters, birds, and cats... All on your doorstep! Just for you!

When it comes to you giving him affection he'll either stare at you to make you get the hint not to touch him or he'll just move out of your grasp, it's not that he finds it annoying. He finds it weird, yes, he's a creep and he finds something like normal affection from you weird. In general, he doesn't even classify you as a real human, that's why it's so easy to neglect your advances to be affectionate. He sees you as a pawn or object.

Better believe being with him, you're slowly rotting, tainting almost. You're no longer a sweet angel, no longer a virgin for sure. The first chance he got to get in your pants he took. Of course with a little coaxing and pushing, "Do you not love me.?" "I never.. said that!" Having sex with Patrick was overbearing, he was sadistic. He liked to see you in pain, whether that meant him taking the pocket knife from off his messy nightstand to cut you with while he's mid thrust or slightly placing his hand on your throat before applying pressure that makes your head feel like it's about to burst. And you let him.

When it comes to him allowing you to hang with his friends, he's not big on the idea. He does feel jealous but not in that way, in a twisted way. He sees you as a mere object, that belongs to him, he values you to a certain extent but not enough to be better for you. And this is the issue, he's fond of his friends but he just can't have you getting any ideas or one of them taking you away, especially Henry. The thought that anyone even his friends or not, could treat you better pisses him off. You're like a dog on a leash and he wants it to stay that way

When it comes to Valentine's day or anniversaries you always make sure to get him something you think he'd like, you pay attention to him a lot. Every word he says, you take it in like a fresh breath of air. When it comes to his side of the relationship, he often forgets dates like that and when he does remember, he'll show up to your house or in other words, sneak through your window with a flower stolen from someone's yard and some crappy handwritten letter that's at least 4 sentences in his terrible handwriting, expressing how much he fancy's you but it's never "I love you"

Overall creators note—> I infact do not know what happened to cause me to write this, probably because my big creepypasta era is coming back and I'm also rewatching EverymanHYBRID so..! Have Jeff as ur bf imagines as I try to figure who else to write for..🥹

WARNINGS: Smut, , p in v, toxic relationship dynamics, blood/gore, idek if this is accurate Jeff guys look bro I tried.., Dom!Jeff, lil sneak peak of sub!Jeff..?, unhealthy relationship dynamics, Jeff is a warning enough tbh.

Bf! Jeff who you dated by a whim, a very slim whim. Your personalities clashed and none of the other members seen you two getting along better yet together.

Bf! Jeff who asked you out in the most "thoughtful" way ever, going on a mission with you and offering the victims severed finger with a promise ring which got lost in the struggle of him chasing them down.

At first it was a joke, him waving it in your face, poking fun (quite literally poking your face with it.) until you snapped, "What the fuck is your issue?"

Ultimately he stopped joking around, throwing the finger to the mossy ground of the woods before his big admission. "I thought that got my point across, but I fuckin' like you.. like wanna be with you or some bullshit? Do you not see the ring, jackass?" (Don't know how he thought a finger and annoying you got his point across..?)

Bf! Jeff who after a while of dating is still kind of the biggest asshole you've ever met, making crude jokes about your performance on missions, how you eat, how you talk, just anything to pick with you to piss you off.

Bf! Jeff who was never big on physical touch but if you so desperately need it, he'll hold you but when you need to get up to maybe use the bathroom, get a snack, or something to drink he doesn't let go. He pretends he doesn't like cuddling or holding you yet he seems just as fascinated by the idea of having you in his proximity more than you do.

Bf! Jeff who starts pointless arguments, and you can't admit being with him makes you no worse. You both egg each other on often annoying the whole mansion over stupid things like who messed up what.

"If you wouldn't have gotten in the way it wouldve been a clean fuckin' cut." Jeff sneered at you.

"How was that even my fault? You wouldve probably have given them another blow anyways to finish them off!" Your voice echoed through the mansion, your arms crossed.

"Ma- maybe you two should stop going on missions together..?" Toby chimed in as he gave a small smile to which both you and Jeff looked at him, that was definitely not happening. Too inseparable.

Bf! Jeff who may be a dick but also gives good dick, when he fucks you, he fucks you like he hates you and it would seem that way if he didnt mutter, "I love you" at least once during it. But did he really love you? Or did he love the way you squirmed and cried out as the tip of his dick hit your cervix, the way your legs shook when his hands had purchase on your thighs. Nails digging deep, enough to leave marks as he pushed your legs almost to your chest to go deeper.

Bf! Jeff who is the most narcissistic guy you've ever been with, let's be real. It's Jeff, after all, he believes he's beautiful so why wouldn't his actions be? He sees no wrong in what he does, it's almost as if everything lines up perfectly for him yet when you ask him why he pulled stupid shit, it's always "I dunno, ask me later." Or "What do you mean, sweets? I didn't do anything wrong." (When that man is 100% wrong)

Bf! Jeff who is tough but has an extra layer of "tough," a facade. He loves control, a good power trip but he hates to feel less than anyone, especially in bed and you know this better than anyone. Which is why when you wanted to try to ride him, he ultimately declined at first, claiming, "I'm not doing that borin' shit. Y'know I do most of the work anyways."

And to which you convinced him, he laid there with his head against the pillow, his face smug with a hint of boredom. He clearly expected you to back down, maybe tire out after 5 minutes and ask him to pick up the work. You sank down, your cunt enveloping his cock. Your hips began to move, at first it was a nice slow rhythm, nothing to impress him until you really picked up the pace. That smug face immediately was replaced with a face of bliss, his hands gripping at your hips as he begged you to go faster, his facade falling.

"Please..— come on, sweets.. for me..?"

Bf! Jeff who absolutely would be shit at remembering anniversaries, you've gotten so used to reminding him that you don't even get angry over it anymore. But when you did use to get angry over it, to make up for it he of course ate you out like a mad man, a starving one at that. Leaving you a moaning mess, your juices soaking his lips as he lapped between your thighs.

Bf! Jeff who you've probably broken up with over 8 times and he says shit like "I don't give two shits." You on the other hand, you know him. You try to tell yourself you won't acknowledge him, speak to him, or even let his comments get to you because that's a way of him winning his game. Yet he'd do small things to catch your attention like make snarky comments, even ruder than before, of course you acknowledge him when he calls you a "fuckin' airheaded slut." Not only does it lead to confrontation and a mini argument, but he sure does know the ball is back in his court because he has you back.

Bf! Jeff who... Let's be real, probably didn't know shit about aftercare, he only caught on after you started to ask him for stuff like helping you clean up because you felt sore or a hug, maybe even a kiss. Other than that expect minimum wage treatment.. its Jeff.

Scaramouche x F!Reader

Overall —> You and Scaramouche happen to be at the same party with mutual friends, a fun party game is for fun, right? Nothing serious could happen out of it.. other than you and scara fucking in the bathroom!

WARNINGS: Smut, choking, bathroom sex, praising, big ego scara, teasing, lwk too romantic to be canon scara, p in v, strangers fucking, fingering, cream pie, etc idk..

You and Scaramouche didn’t get along but you two didn’t hate each other to say the least, you were mere acquaintances. You both shared mutual friends and interests but had few conversations together.

Who would’ve thought going to a party and playing spin the bottle with Kazuha, Mona, and Childe would leave you and Scara in the bathroom sloppily making out. You didn’t know much about him and he didn’t care to know much about you.. he thought the feeling was mutual on your part right..?

His eyes locked on yours as he had you backed against the sink as your tongues fought for dominance which he was clearly winning no matter what. The whole idea of playing the game was for someone to spin the bottle and they had to pick the person the bottle landed on to go in a room of choice with them for seven minutes!

Yeah.. playing with Childe was a mistake, of course, he spun the bottle and it landed on you. You two were good friends, best friends even so you didn’t mind spending time alone with him joking around, but he just wanted to see you suffer knowing you’re just a bit socially awkward and who’s the only person in the circle you’ve barely talked to or even looked at?

Scaramouche!

He forfeited his turn and instead insisted like the ‘good friend’ he is, that Scaramouche should go with you. Oh and he was a good friend because you wouldn’t be having the time of your life at this moment. You don’t really know how it happened, you two exchanged few words and it was silent. Next thing Y’know you were backed up on the sink kissing him back trying to keep up with his kissing.

He broke the kiss before staring at you, “You’re a good kisser.. didn’t expect that out of you,” his eyes couldn’t stay glued onto yours for long before trailing the rest of your face. He noticed his compliment earned him a sheepish smile from you, from those same lips he was just on, the same ones that felt like a drug.

If he was being quite honest he was just as nervous as you, he didn’t know where to put his hands but they were temporarily perched on your hips, fingers digging in enough to leave marks through your clothes to show his growing and lingering need. You both know 7 minutes been passed, but how could you even care when he has his face buried in your neck licking and nipping at you.

With his face still buried in your neck he propped you up on the sink, one of his hands sliding under your shirt to cup your breast through your bra. You’ve never seen him act like this, so lost by need and lust.

He acted as if he wanted to devour you in this bathroom and it drove you insane especially with the simple fact any other day he would’ve walked past you like you were a nobody.

And you ultimately accepted that reality.

His fingers pried at your shorts simple; shorts you put on for the occasion. Not to impress no one but yourself, you didn’t need them anymore, now do you? He slid them off with ease along with your panties as you wiggled your hips to help him in utter obedience.

He took one step back, his hands leaving your body with an ache. Just to admire the view of the mess HE created, his eyes raked from your face, to the marks he left on your neck, to your chest heaving underneath that pesky shirt, all the way down to between your thighs where your dripping sex lays. You could hear your own heartbeat threatening to jump out your ribcage over the loud music.

“Are you done looking or are you sight seeing?”

Your words brought him back to reality as he scoffed but stepped closer once again, this time his fingers prodded at your entrance. His fingers slowly dipping in as he watched your face intently, the way it scrunched up only to relax as small gasps escaped.

“I bet this feels good, doesn’t it..?” He chimed, his fingers working a steady pace; fucking into you. Each time his finger brushed against your walls they fluttered, you felt like you were on cloud nine at this moment. Your hips gently rutting into his hand movements and he took notice with a pleased smile.

He always notices.

With a curl of his fingers earned him a shaky moan, one that got him harder on the spot even though he thought he couldn’t be anymore harder in the moment. His eyes went from your face down to where his hands were working at, the wet sounds of your sex filling the room just for you two to hear while the others outside for nothing but party music.

You feel yourself teetering on the edge and so can he, your walls flutter more frequently around his fingers whilst you feel yourself crossing that line to come down; you let out a mewl, “Fuck, Scara!” You jut your hips more almost like you had the intent to swallow his fingers whole. He looked back up at you with that stupid smile, “That’s it.. so perfect for me, hm..?”

He removed his digits and gave you a show, licking them clean. Slow and deliberate, enough for you to see and get flustered, you tasted sweet to him. Addicting. With his free hand he unbuttoned his shorts, pulling them and his boxers down which freed his length. Your eyes were fixated on it.

His tip being right be your entrance, a teasing invite. He moves his hips but only to let his tip slide through your folds a few times before he actually sinks in your entrance, one of his hands reaching to grip your hips before sliding up to cup your throat; applying pressure. Enough to make your head spin and your voice hoarse yet you still manage to mutter his name as his hips slam into yours. The sound of skin on skin contact filling the bathroom, your knuckles turning ghostily white from the way they grip at the sink under you.

It’s almost too good to be true especially with how good he is at this, the way he moves with just enough force to hit every spot and angle inside of you like he already mapped out that part of your body my memory.

Your legs hook around his waist, a slight movement. Anything to ground you, keep you here for this moment. His hands moving from your throat; resorting to your face, you numb into the touch of his hand as his thumb rubs small circles on your cheek. A comforting action for such an intimate act you’re in the middle of, you moaned his name like you worshiped him and that made him intrigued, a sign of want?

He picks up the pace with his hips rocking into you, leaning down eye level with you a bit to have his lips on your parted lips, his tongue once again meets yours. Your mewls and whimpers filled the kiss, making him pay attention to the way you writhe underneath him. To give you both air, he broke the kiss and you let out a gasp, a gasp most likely for air.

Your hands found his shoulders; fingers and nails digging into them hard, he was fucking you into oblivion, his eyes were dazed almost as if he was drunk. He was, pussydrunk. He went on to ramble about how he was close to cumming which in response you gave him a: “Inside me, please..”

You couldn’t even talk about his appearance at the moment, your hair was all over the place and so were your clothes. You couldn’t even keep composure. You thought he didn’t hear your plea, but he was going insane at how needy you sounded as his pace had stuttered, he closed his eyes shut. Almost like he wanted to block out any source of light as he chased his orgasm, both of your breathing got shallow, his free hand coming down to play with your clit.

That’s it, how cruel. He wanted to bring you down with him.

Oh and he was, you rubbed against his fingers and he applied pressure to your nub. He must’ve put in massive work with the way your orgasm hit you quick, you were shaking like a leaf against him and he opened one eye to stare in awe, his pace coming to a slow halt as hot spurts of cum paint your walls.

You both slowly move against each other riding out the feeling as the room is filled with moans and shaking gasps of the needy.

He pulls out before getting a tissue to clean you both up and making sure you guys had your clothes settled, the realization hit both of you about what happened and how long it’s been. He immediately unlocked the bathroom door and rushed out leaving you in there dazed, he didn’t say it but he knew for sure that he wanted to see you again, if he knew you fucked that good he would’ve been made a move.

NSFW ALPHABET W/ SCARA

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

To be honest, he’s distant on his own terms but he feels a strong sense of emotion that he owes you which is why he’ll clean both of you up and run you guys a hot bath, he would rub soap all over your body and even play with the bubbles but don’t doubt him, he’s still a “tough” guy

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He doesn’t have a specific favorite body part on him, he doesn’t find his body that interesting. Now yours on the other hand? He likes your hips since their easy for when he need to get a hold of you and KEEP you down or your boobs to use as a pillow or for.. titjobs! (Plus he has a huge fascination with them oddly enough)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He’d definitely be into seeing your face covered with his cum as a way of marking you and a way to humiliate you while you’re on your knees and exhausted. Now for you, when it comes to eating you out, he thinks you taste delightful although he acts like he hates having to do “work” he won’t admit he loves to be between your thighs.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

His dirty secret is actually pretty bland, he acts mighty and better than you but won’t admit that he jerks off to you especially for quickies like if you hop in the shower and he’s left in the bedroom alone to think about you? What else what he do?

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

In the beginning he wasn’t very experienced and was also unsure about what to do but as you two continued, his cockiness soon returned. He know knows everything you like to pleasure you almost as if he’s reading your mind.

F = Favorite position

Simple, missionary. He likes to see your face as he ruts his hips in you hard and slow, to see your mouth agape as you let out tiny gasps and moans, the way your hair frames your face all drenched in your sweat, he also likes to bury his face in your neck that way when you moan it could be directly in his ear. He knows he’s the only one who can make you feel good.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in bed? Are they humorous? etc.)

He takes it very serious almost like it’s a task he needs to do with precision, that oddly turns you on with how serious he gets especially when he furrows his eyebrows like he’s calculating and analyzing every move he needs to make to make you feel good.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Not surprising but he’s clean shaven down there, completely nothing. If he doesn’t have time there’s always a bit, he never lets it get out of hand or reckless.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

He’s cold. Yeah? But surprisingly he can be gentle and more romantic than you thought? Despite how rough he is with you, he likes to take his time to savor it especially your facial expressions almost as if he’s taking a mental picture of something he won’t forget. Even adding in praises like “you’re doing so good.” Or “that’s it, that’s my girl.”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t really feel the need to but being around you sometimes riles him up so he has to excuse himself to the bathroom to jerk off. He says he doesn’t see the point in doing that but he contradicts himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

We all know he would definitely have a dacryphilia kink, something about tears really spur him on especially when it’s your tears. It makes him feel powerful and superior in a way and both of you know it.

L = Location (favorite place(s) to have sex)

Knowing him, he’s not into public places. He likes settings like in you guys shared bedroom BUT if he feels needy enough maybe he’d pull you into a bathroom in public to do it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Debating, he’s Scaramouche so you know when you two debate he wants to be right which turn into arguments especially with his nasty choice of words plus a mixture of his ego. Something about seeing you feisty and the need to put you in your place does it for him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do/ their turn offs)

Sharing is self explanatory, he would not play about you, and of course anything along the lines of piss and scat.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

When it comes to him receiving he enjoys it because it feels good but also because you’re on your knees before him! It’s almost as if you’re worshiping him, isn’t it? Now giving, he likes to act like he hates being the one doing work but it drives him insane in a good way, he could be between your legs for hours and to say he hates it, he’s definitely built up the skills to make you cum in under 10 minutes.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s rough and fast most of the time, usually he’s frustrated and that explains it but he also likes to hear you plead for him to slow down and be more gentle even if you both know that’s not what you want. There are days where he’s tired or maybe a special occasion where he wants to be romantic and set the pace to slow, that way he can savor the feeling for even longer.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s not against them but he also doesn’t have an exact opinion on them, he feels as if it’s useless. If you both have something to do? For you? Why not just miss it and take all the time in the world fucking like rabbits. You guys do sometimes have quickies and it keeps him content for a while.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He’s not a fan of taking risks unless it’s for your humiliation and his enjoyment, maybe fucking in a secluded room with just the two of you while someone is near. The thrill that someone could walk in and your embarrassment would excite him further plus he would tease you for it for weeks on weeks.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’s pretty energetic, with an attitude like that he has to back it up, right? He can go atleast 3-4 rounds meaning you would be the one to possibly tap out first.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

For him? No but for you? Yes, he’d use a vibrator for your clit even while he’s fucking into you. Things like dildos? No, that’s what he’s for.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Self explanatory, he’s definitely a tease. Making you beg all the time for his amusement, from “go on.. keep begging.” To “I don’t think you deserve it.” At this point he’s just toying with you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

When he’s in control he makes small grunts and gasps(and few whimpers..) but when he allows you to ride him and you’re in control of the speed? He’s vocal, very vocal with his whimpers.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Pretends to be totally against you being in control but wouldn’t mind it a few times, in fact, he can’t help but sometimes fantasize about you taking control sometimes. But don’t get him wrong, he loves and thrives in the power he has over you.

X = X-ray (What’s going on under their clothes)

He’d probably be packing 6 inches when at rock hard, and to be fair he uses it well. The rest of his body would be slim adorned with scars and knicks.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

In the middle, it isn’t very high or low. He could simply go without since there was once a time before he met you that he did go without so it’s not like he minds.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s not human so he doesn’t sleep but he also doesn’t mind laying there doing nothing for a good 9 hrs.

Uhh I don't really have a plot but I'm kinda vanilla and boring so preferably not public sex or anything like that

perhaps a bit of hair pulling 🙏🙏🙏

UHM ANYWAYS I really liked your venti fic so I really hope you can write this but if not that's okay

(Maybe they stay in a hotel or smth idk 😔)

Venti x reader nsfw

Overall —> Body worship with Venti

WARNINGS: lwk somno(with Venti again guys..?), smut, face fucking, blow jobs, established relationship, mentions of worshipping God, dom!venti, body worship, unusual Venti(Venti using vulgar language 💔), hair pulling

You're lying in bed next to Venti, both of you nestled under the covers after a cozy evening together. As he drifts off to sleep, you can't help but stare at his peaceful expression and beautiful face. You gently brush a strand of hair out of his eyes before leaning in to press a soft kiss to his forehead.

As the minutes tick by, your affection grows into something more intense. You want to show him just how much you adore him, so you carefully extract yourself from the blankets without waking him up. Slowly sitting up, you take in the sight of Venti's slender form sprawled across the mattress.

His white shirt has ridden up during sleep, exposing those delicate-looking ribs beneath smooth skin. You reach out and trace each one with your finger before pulling the hem of his shirt down gently. Continuing your exploration, you run your hands over his shoulders and arms, marveling at their thin yet strong build.

Starting to trail kisses along his collarbone and down further until you're nuzzling against his heart. It beats steadily under your lips as you press them against it.

Moving lower still, you plant open-mouthed kisses across Venti's stomach - pausing occasionally to breathe in that unique scent only he possesses, Venti stirs slightly but remains asleep, trusting you implicitly as he always does. Encouraged by this faith, you continue your exploration. Kissing lower until you reach his waistband.

You carefully pull down Venti's waistband and boxers in one smooth motion, exposing his cock to your eager gaze. You take a moment to appreciate the sight, marveling at how perfect he looks even in such an intimate setting.His dick is long and slender, with a slight upward curve that makes it stand out attractively.

Without hesitation you take the tip into your mouth, your lips wrapped around his tip as he stirs awake. His eyes flutter open to meet yours, a soft "Mmph..-" escaping him as he finds himself in the midst of a blowjob. You look up at him through his legs, maintaining eye contact as you bob your head to take more of his length and swirl your tongue. around his length.

"Look at you.., worshipping your god." His voice came through pants as his hand fell down to find themselves interlocked with your hair, Venti's grip on your hair tightens slightly as he becomes more alert, his eyelids drooping lazily. He watches intently as you service him, admiring the way your mouth works over his cock.

Suddenly, he tugs harder on your hair, forcing you to gag slightly on his thickness. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes but you don't stop; instead, you focus on breathing through your nose and relaxing your throat to take him deeper. Venti's grip on your hair tightens even more, using it to control the pace and depth of your ministrations. He starts thrusting upward into your mouth in a steady rhythm, fucking your face with increasing vigor. "Look at me while I fuck this pretty face."

Your lips stretch taut around him, the sound of you two filling the room. "So good...your lips look so good around my dick." You can feel his member twitching inside your mouth with each thrust, with a final thrust he cum.

His back arched as he shuddered, tears falling from your eyes as you struggled to swallow his load before pulling back to look at him, excess cum around your lips.

I think God is satisfied.

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