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[aryllechan]

AAAHHHH DOM VENTI 😫😩😩💚💚

Pussy Drunk | Venti x Reader

masterlist art belongs to: 1o8k_ word count: 1.4k warnings: fem!reader, nsfw content ahead

A warm sensation, trickling wet and warm breath, was what woke you up. You could hardly see in this dark room, with only the faint light from your window being the source, but you could see a dark tousled hair and hear faint hums.

You tried to focus your sight in this dark but once again found that there was something between your legs. That, and your moans had increased since your brain had finally awoken from its deep slumber.

Then your eyes opened fully. You immediately shut them, feeling embarrassed by what you were seeing.

Were you dreaming? Perhaps, but it felt too real to be a dream. A tongue was pushed inside your pussy and you moaned deeply. The other hand found its way to your breast and began kneading it slowly.

You recognized those hands, the way he’d reach up to your chest and fondle them yet you forced yourself to shut your eyes tightly. Venti continued eating you out, moving his face closer to yours until you felt him biting your clit. He must have taken off your panties because now you felt the cool air coming from outside.

And then he lifted his head and looked into your eyes as he smiled wickedly. “The princess finally woke up,” he said with a hint of teasing tone in it.

It was difficult to look at him in the eyes when there were your juices staining his lips and dripping on his chin. He licked his lips, savoring your taste before diving back to his haven.

“Don’t mind me. I was just getting my daily dose of you,” he whispered against your weeping sex. “Did you know you taste so good?” His blunt question made you red, warm, and hot at the same time, you deliberately convulsed.

You didn’t reply but a whimper. Venti smirked and trailed his fingers down your belly to your dripping lips.

He gave it a quick lick before shoving two fingers inside your cunt. You tried to hold back, you wanted him to do it properly but he already seemed too lost in his own pleasure.

“Hmm,” he moaned. “Could do this all day to you, princess.” He thrust his fingers in and out while he lapped your insides. You held onto his head, squirming and shivering and he opened your legs wider to get more access which allowed him to run his tongue upward across your slit—filling his mouth once again with your intoxicating taste.

Reaching your clit, he swirled his tongue around it several times before giving it the light-sucking motion he knew would drive you absolutely crazy.

Not slowing down, he pulled his head back slightly and began to truly eat you out, his tongue flicking over your folds in rapid succession. At the same time, his two fingers deep inside you curled to stimulate your G-spot while his tongue attacked your clit. Venti was determined to make you cum like crazy, to drive you completely insane in a fog of pure pleasure.

Your moans turned loud and louder, your breaths short and ragged. Your climax was almost here, your body trembling.

“Venti…I’m gonna cum!” you gasped as the orgasm hit you. You arched your back, forcing your body forward as your legs gripped Venti’s head.

Venti ravaged you like a madman, leaving no drops behind as he drank all of them. The noisy slurps, the moans vibrating against you, his fingers digging into your skin— it was all too much. You gripped the bedsheets and buried your face in the pillow.

To be woken up like this startled you but that orgasm felt too good. You were so warm and hot, that not even the night breeze was enough to cool your burning post-orgasm body.

But you’re too sheepish to admit it to him, more so to beg and ask him to ravish you more until you won’t feel your legs anymore. 

He cleaned up your juices with his tongue before covering your lips in kisses. “You’re so delicious, angel,” he murmured between your thighs as he licked his way up. His hands roamed over your curves, tracing each contour, enjoying the sensation of your soft skin against his fingers. 

“Look at me,” though a mess, you hear him faintly. “Look at me, [Name].” He repeated and so you obliged reluctantly, meekly gazing at him below you. You saw his face as his breathing calmed, calm despite the fact he spent minutes on you— probably even hours— and was probably exhausted from lack of sleep.

His gaze went back to your eyes and he let go of your thighs, letting his arms drop to his sides. He crawled over you and lifted your shirt until it rested above your chest.

You shivered from the cool air hitting you, your breasts now in their glorious bareness to him. Venti stroked them gently and moved lower until he reached your core. With one long finger, he dipped into you and you cried out.

“There, there…that feels so good. Let’s see if we can make it feel even better,” he teased you. He slid his finger inside, rubbing around your walls and feeling your inner muscles spasm. Your breathing became heavier and harder as your arousal built up.

He continued, moving his finger deeper each time. He bit your shoulder hard enough to leave marks but he didn’t stop, he simply intensified it. “Gods, you are so fucking cute,” he muttered as he nipped your earlobe.

You moaned, hiding your face in the crook of his neck while you wrapped yourself around him. He softly kissed your jaw, littering it with small kisses and bites, then he traveled downwards to your chest, treating them the same as before but with an added groping and squeezing from his free hand.

With one finger, he circled your nipple and took it between his lips. They puckered instantly at his rough kiss, another moan escaped your lips.

Licking and sucking every inch of them, he teased your nipples constantly switching one to another. He sucked them firmly, tugging lightly while his fingers worked in and out of your slick pussy. The pleasure was building and building, the knot in your tummy beginning to tighten the further he stimulated you.

Venti’s voice was husky, full of lust. “You don’t know the things you do to me,” he groaned when he felt your insides flexing in his fingers. “Sleeping beauty will never sleep again.”

You tightened your grip around his hips, moaning as he circled your sensitive bud. “You love this, right? Love what I’m doing to your body?” he asked, watching you intently as he switched to your other breast.

A soft cry escaped your lips. You couldn’t speak. All you could do was pant and gulp for air as your body racked with tremors. You screamed when he moved his fingers faster and harder in your gummy walls, opening and motioning them in every possible way he could think to reach your depths.

You held onto his shoulders for dear life, tears streaming from your eyes as you cried his name. “Ven—Venti— oh! Hah… Hmm, good. S’good...”

You babbled every praise your poor head could think of amidst these lust-filled thoughts. You crave more of him, more of his mouth and his hands; you want his dick inside of you, pumping away to your clit until you have a mind-blowing orgasm that leaves you limp and helpless on the bed.

Venti kept going, his fingers thrusting into you again and again as his tongue continued to lap, swirl, and lick. The words coming from your lips died off, turning instead to a constant, vibrating moan as your body shook from orgasm after orgasm.

Sweat dripped down on Venti’s forehead. His whole body ached and his limbs were numb. But he didn’t stop moving. He went faster, harder, until you were in a toe-curling state of pleasure from merely his mouth and fingers.

Until you coat his fingers with your cum.

Until he eats and drinks and gulps down all of your womanly essence.

Until his dick throbbed in his shorts from arousal, hardening and dripping with pre-cum.

Until he could fill you with his seeds till the end of the day.

Oh, to turn you in this kind of state is an achievement only he could succeed. In the end, he couldn't help but revel in the satisfaction of his sweet angel begging for the great reverie of her beloved archon.

[aryllechan]

Hu Taoooooooo 👻❤️

(can only do portrait 😔)

[aryllechan]

Self aware Venti x reader

But its like a Flowers from 1970 au

Basically I was listening to the song Flowers from 1970 and had an idea

"He had lime green eyes and bigger hands I wished that I could hold..."

Its you and Venti falling in love despite the fact he is a game character. A one in a million chance that somehow, someway, your Venti is self aware.

"...and we'd spend eight in the evening talking on the telephone..."

Everytime you got home from school/work, he would always be there for you when you would play the game. And you enjoyed his company to the point where you would stay up in the middle of the night for him.

"But there's something that im so in love with in the way he spoke...

And the way he draws, the way he sings along to his guitar..."

He would sing and play you songs on his lyre, you would even let him play it to lull you to sleep. You would always appreciate his company even if he was through a screen

"If only the distance between so that goddamn far..."

But that's the thing, he wasn't just through a screen. He wasn't real. He didn't exist on your world, and you were only separated by that screen.

"When Im talkin to him thats the happiest I'll ever be, when he makes me feel so special I love it whenever he

Compliments, tries to hide the fact that he's obsessed with me. Went through trouble sending me Flowers from 1970"

"As I'm falling for him more and more, the more it'll hurt the day he leaves."

You both realizes this. and Venti can't bring himself to let you go, someone like you, his soulmate, his windblume. Someone like you had taken his heart across the universe and loved him.

"And when I hear his voice it's like it's straight out of a dream. I would do things for him that completely messes my routine. So even just for a minute it feels like he's right next to me..."

He noticed you were getting out less. How you were sitting more in front of the screen just to talk to him, how you would sometimes skip work or school just to see him. He noticed how this relationship with you affected you.

"I would take time out of busy days so I could hear his laugh... listen to his favorite song while staring at his photograph..

I needed him, I wanted him. Right person but wrong time..

So he attempted to cut off his connection to you, forcing you to reboot the game. You begged and cried for him to stop, but by the time you came back...

and on september 9, the telephone cord cut the line .."

It was just him... staring back at you. But it wasn't the same Venti you knew...

"But you said it yourself, Flowers from 1970, couldn't last that long and you were my flower..."

"When I'm talkin to him that's the happiest i'll ever be. When he made me feel so special but it broke me when he. Asked for closure, proof that in 1970 a man... who didn't even existed had love me...

You said you just can't have your heart in 2020 with me... When your heart belongs there in 1970~"

Tears ran down the bard's cheeks when he heard your voice fade away, signifying your connection with him had severed. He smiled sadly as he placed a hand on his beating heart.

The beating heart that loved you.

"Maybe in another life we'd do the things we couldn't do...

...So I'd hold you in my arms and tell you...

...How much I love you."

[aryllechan]

tryna draw myself a pfp

[aryllechan]

I am stunned

Presenting, 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐑! A small VN made for fun and is not intended to be distributed/sold. It's for funsies!

(So I can't upload the whole 14 minute video - so it's split into parts :")))

Part 01 of 03

DISCLAIMER: Aether/Venti/Xiao/Kazuha belong to Hoyoverse as well as the BGMs 'Before Dawn/Happy Journey'. I don't claim any ownership other than the art for the sprites!i

[aryllechan]

a new chatroom just opened!

↬ boyfriend texts ↠

◇ characters ◇ albedo, al haitham, ayato, childe, diluc, heizou, itto, kaeya, kazuha, thoma, venti, xiao, zhongli

◇ tags ◇ modern!au, established relationship, suggestive (on some), fluff (mostly), a dab of angst (kaeya), mentions of reader skipping meals (diluc)

◇ a/n ◇ unfortunately i can’t really make a readable ‘script’ version for this??? since i’m not sure how i’d display the branching dialogs and all. so uh yeah if this didn’t work on your phone then maybe try your pc!

◇ notes ◇ recommended to view via pc/laptop screen ◇ you will be prompted to give your name, but if you don’t feel comfortable you can skip them entirely - if you do give your name, the data will only be stored locally on your devices

some little tidbits / notes:

yes, the wallpaper changes based on your local time.

there are no ‘wrong’ answers, so go ahead and see if you can find all the possible combinations <3

(optional) send me screenshots of your favorite interactions or line lol

if you have yet to see ‘This chat has ended’ then- well, the chat has yet to end! be patient, it might take him some time to reply~ ;)

if the ui glitches, try turning the screen upright, back down, and then wait for a little (thanks @/prinrestcess for the tip!)

if you don't feel like thinking, here are the helper tools for heizou's chats: [morse code] [utf-8]

this took me literal  d a y s  to figure out... so if you enjoyed it, i would super appreciate your reblogs <3

© zhongrin | 2022 ◆ no repost. reblogs much appreciated. feel free to reach out to submit suggestions, feedback, comments, or if you just want to talk!

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[aryllechan]

Little Songbird

Starring: Venti as The Cabin Owner, and You as The Lost Hiker

Warnings: starvation, fear, imprisonment, yandere themes, arson, mental instability/insanity, reader is gender neutral (but since there’s only the two of you there are no pronouns used for reader). I DO NOT CONDONE ANYONE’S ACTIONS IN THIS STORY. THIS IS PURELY FICTION AND SHOULD NOT BE EMULATED. DNI IF YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN 16, ARE EASILY FRIGHTENED, OR DO NOT LIKE DARK/YANDERE THEMES.

A/N: so, since spooky season is here, I wanted to do something actually on the horror side, since I really like the horror genre, and thought there was mad potential that I haven’t seen anyone else tap into. So, I decided to do this little Halloween movie reel event. Is this mostly self indulgent? Absolutely. Do I still hope others can appreciate my work here? Also a yes. Anyway, I’ve had this idea of the reader being trapped in a cabin in the woods for a couple weeks, but never really knew if I should use that concept for any published works. But since spooky season has basically arrived here on Tumblr, I thought this would be the best time to get those thoughts out there. Now then, without further ado…

Round and round we rewind the reel…

Three days. I have been wandering these woods for approximately three days. I’m lost. I want to go home. I’m hungry. Tired. I have to make sure I find shelter. The clouds are too dark a grey for conditions to stay favorable much longer. It’s going to storm, I just know it. I need to find somewhere to stay before the storm hits.

But where…?

I really want to rest, but that’s not a good idea. I need to find a place to stay.

“Oh,” I say, looking just across the path, up on the hill. “Evidence of human life,” I carefully examine the teal cloth tied to the tree. Likely a marker someone left to track their path.

Then I start to feel the first droplets of rain, so subtle I could have tricked myself into thinking it was my imagination. I kept going forward, in hopes that shelter would be close by. Soon enough, the rain becomes heavier, until I’m soaked in the pouring rain.

Thunder roars, lightning strikes, and wind howls as I try to power walk around the forest, looking for an adequate place to seek shelter.

Then I see it. Lightning strikes once again, and lights up a wooden cabin just across, up the hill. So I run. I run as far and as fast as my waterlogged body can take me, almost collapsing near the front door as I bang on it, knees shaking, breathing heavy. Then the door opens.

It reveals a young boy with dark hair that turns teal at the ends. I can’t even get a word in when he essentially drags me inside, slamming the door behind us to keep the storm out.

“You shouldn’t have been out there. What were you thinking?” He says in a high pitched, but somehow pleasant voice.

“I… I’ve been lost out there… for three days. It was supposed to be… a hiking trip. Should’ve brought a buddy…” I say, still very much out of breath.

“Lost? Well… I think I can let you stay until the storm passes,” he says.

“Thank you so much,” I immediately thank him.

“Of course. Can’t have a lost hiker risk suffering out in the elements, hehe…” he giggled, but I could tell there was no mirth in his laugh. As if there was something on his mind that he’d rather not vocalize. Then he looked at me, staring into my eyes with his own teal ones.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N. What’s yours?”

“…Most people know me as Venti,” he says.

After sitting down, I take notice of his outfit more. White button up, teal suspenders, dark brown pants, and black boots.

“…do you live here?” I ask, trying to break the silence.

“I do. It gets kinda lonely, but I like the freedom that comes with living out in nature,” he says, looking out the rain-streaked window wistfully.

I clear my throat.

“Um, I’d hate to trouble you, but do you perhaps have something to eat? I ran out of food, and-”

“Of course!” Venti says quickly. Eagerly. His reaction is a bit much. Over the top. But hey, as long as I have my basic needs met here, it doesn’t really matter to me. He pulls out some stocks of meat and vegetables and goes to work cutting the food in the kitchen. Thunder rumbles outside. I am just grateful to be inside finally.

“Oh,” Venti says from the kitchen. “You might wanna get out of those wet clothes! I have spare clothes in the room down the hall,”

“Thank you,” I say, trudging down the hall to the dark wooden door all the way at the end. I turn the brass knob and see a simple room. Wooden bed frame on the right wall with a white mattress and furry looking blanket that doesn’t cover the whole bed. Small square window with wooden frame. Round bedside table to the left of the bed. On top, a vase with a white flower. A cecilia, I think it is. A tall wooden dresser on the left wall. A similarly designed vanity next to the dresser. I open the top drawer of the dresser. Shirts. I take a white button up. I open the second drawer. Pants. I take loose brown pants. I peel the wet clothes off my body, wait a few minutes to dry off a bit, and then put on the spare clothes.

Dinner is mostly quiet, save for the thunder outside. Venti seems surprisingly giddy. Sometimes he glances at my clothes and smiles to himself. I don’t want to be suspicious of him, since he’s been nothing but helpful and kind. But I’m not sure if he was really the best person to run into.

I’ll leave first thing tomorrow. That’s what I think before I crash in the spare bed.

~*~

I wake up in a dark room. Rope binding my arms behind me. Rope binds my legs so I cannot run. The ground is hard and cold and dusty. This must be a cellar or basement of some kind. Then a door opens far away. Up. Steps come down the stairs. Then in the dark I see him.

Venti

I should have left sooner. I should have snuck out. I should have…

It’s too late for that. Now I must focus on analyzing the situation and escaping.

“Good morning, Y/N!”

“Why am I here?”

“…I’m sorry. Really, I am, I just… I couldn’t leave you to fend for yourself! You’re too helpless, too fragile…”

“I survived three days without your help,”

“Those woods cannot be trusted. I would know,” he says, uncharacteristically harsh. “Just stay here… you’ll be safe…”

I say nothing.

He leaves a bowl of mixed nuts and berries on the ground between us.

“I can’t eat it with my hands tied,”

“Sure you can. I’ll help you!” He giggles. It’s not inherently creepy to hear. It’s the fact that it sounds so normal and joyous that makes it terrifying. He sees nothing wrong.

He holds a wild strawberry in his hand and tells me to open wide.

~*~

It has apparently been two days since I’ve been down here. My eyes have long adjusted to the dark.

Venti has been feeding me my meals and helping me drink water. I barely get any sleep. I have to request to be untied so I can go to the bathroom. In which case he walks me, and locks the bathroom door and waits until I’m done.

Then the ropes come back.

I don’t like the ropes.

I don’t like the dark.

I don’t like Venti.

He says I am too precious and helpless to die in the woods.

I ask why he worries about that so much.

He only responds by saying he used to have a friend, but he is long gone.

He won’t say more than that.

I assume this friend must have been important to Venti. I also assume that what happened must have been tragic.

But that does not mean he should trap people in a basement.

I try to loosen the ropes.

It doesn’t work.

One day, I dream of escape.

~*~

It has been a week, I think.

Venti keeps sweet talking. He keeps telling me how cute and fragile I am. He calls me sweet. Docile. But most of all, he always calls me a very particular nickname, due to his admiration for my voice.

“Oh, you’re awake! How did you sleep, my little songbird?”

I stare at him blankly for a while. “Fine,”

“Just fine? Well, I guess the basement floor isn’t very comfy, hehe…”

Says the one who put me here.

“I’ll bring an extra mattress, a blanket, and a pillow down here so you can sleep better. How does that sound, songbird?”

I look into his eyes. I blink once. Twice. “Okay,”

Venti nods and giggles awkwardly. “Okay, that’s good. Hang tight, ‘kay? I’ll be back,”

He goes upstairs again. The stairs creak. I don’t like that they creak.

Venti does come back with a mattress, blanket, and pillow, as promised. At least I won’t freeze or get bruises from the floor while I try to sleep.

I try to get out of the ropes. I can’t.

I just want to go home.

I cry myself to sleep.

~*~

“I want to go home,” I beg

Venti just stares at me, too serious for his usually jovial attitude.

“It’s not safe out there, Y/N,”

“How could you trap me here?”

“You think you can survive out there?” Venti’s voice rises.

Back and forth we fight. Until Venti happens to grab an arrow.

“I hate you!” And suddenly I scream from the pain.

He stabbed my thigh with the arrow.

“You don’t hate me. You can’t,” Venti says, soon after removing the arrow, and treating the wound he caused.

“You’re staying here, songbird… where you’ll be safe from the forest…”

I don’t need to be safe from the forest. I need to be safe from you.

I hate you.

~*~

I no longer know how long it’s been. I have lost track of time down here. Sometimes, when Venti thinks I’m asleep, he talks about that friend of his.

He talks about how he still misses that friend. How he was taken from this world too soon. How he would never forgive himself if I suffered the same fate as him, out in that storm.

So his friend died in a storm out there?

That would explain Venti’s paranoia.

“Hey, songbird. I’m gonna go out for a bit and hunt for some meat for tonight, okay? I’ll be back soon,”

I simply stare. But then I finally cave and respond.

“Mmkay,”

“Oh, songbird, you look cold,”

I’m shivering. I didn’t even notice.

“Here, have my cardigan,”

It’s teal, just like the ends of his hair. He drapes it over my shoulders, since my arms are bound together and cannot be pulled through their respective sleeves.

Then he leaves, and I go over my plan.

Escape from my ropes at night. Find my stuff. Run the hell away, and find help.

So I wait until Venti says goodnight to me and leaves for the night.

Wiggling my hands out of those ropes is not easy, but I manage to do it. On to the feet.

Once I get out of the ropes, I look at Venti’s cardigan that fell on the floor.

I stare.

I think.

I take it.

I slowly creep up the stairs so they won’t creak, and carefully try to open the door.

Locked.

Now I have to find something to open the door. I look around for something, and find only a fire extinguisher and a crowbar.

…

Crowbar it is.

I pass a table with a lighter.

I take it. I check to see if the lighter works. Flick. It does.

I hacked down the door, uncaring if it wakes Venti up anymore.

I hate him.

I find my backpack just where I left it, on the couch and grab it. I turn to the door, but hear a voice behind me.

“Songbird, what are you doing?”

I keep my back turned to him.

“I’m leaving,”

“You can’t leave!”

“You can’t stop me!” I turn to see him step closer to a bow and bunch of arrows.

“You wouldn’t… not again,” I say, panicked.

“If I have to hurt you again, then that is what I’ll do to keep you here,”

I feel my hand shaking.

“Don’t worry, I’ll nurse you back to health, just… please stay,” he starts crying. “I can’t be alone anymore… I can’t lose anyone else…”

I stare at him straight in the eyes. I no longer feel panic. It has turned into something much more volatile.

I light the lighter.

“I’ll see you in Hell,” I say, and drop the lighter on the ground.

I sprint to the door and block it off once I’m outside, running far away from the burning cabin. Venti bangs on the door frantically.

“LET ME OUT! PLEASE!”

I ran far, far away. Even when I felt an arrow hit my lower leg, I limped as fast as I could.

That is the last I heard from him.

~*~

I sit on a comfy chair and drink my favorite warm drink as the local radio news starts talking about the cabin in the woods that “mysteriously” burned a month ago.

“It just burst into flames and no one knows why…”

I couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction.

“There’s not enough evidence to prove if someone did that on purpose or if it was a freak accident… we don’t have any testimonies at the moment…”

I nodded. No one will ever know.

“…there was only one person living in that cabin, and luckily he survived,”

I stopped before I could take another sip from my mug.

It seems my job is not yet finished.

I put down my drink, and pull out a lighter, lighting it on and off.

On.

Off.

On.

Off.

On.

~Fin~

[aryllechan]

by 将喵喵 @ JMM04040

You've been tricked!

Don't you guys associate a seiyuu with a certain character?

[aryllechan]

THE MOST FLUFFIEST CUTEST COMFORT VENTI FIC EVEEEEEERRRR. MY HWEART IS FULL UGHH

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“Takeout is here.” 

Venti’s head perks up from where he had been resting it in on your tummy, the two of you sprawled out on the couch while a movie played in the background, one that neither of you was truly paying attention to. His eyes are a little sleepy and dazed, a frown tugging the corners of his lips downwards, showing his distaste at the idea of you getting up. If anything the sight of it makes you chuckle, brushing away some messy strands of hair from his face. 

“Someone needs to go pay the delivery guy,” you coo. “I’ll be back.” 

Venti pouts, jutting his lips out further in an effort to prove his point. “But that’s going to feel like forever,” he protests, curling his arms tighter around you where they’re wrapped around your waist, a silent effort to get you to stay cuddled up here with him, but deep down he knows it won’t be of any use. The look you give him makes him shrink back with a sigh, one that sounds a little too much like a groan, before allowing you to uncurl yourself from his embrace. 

The few minutes that you’re away from him feels like absolute torture to Venti. He can hear your voice traveling down the hallway, how you greet the delivery man, thanking him, and then the smell of pizza drifting through the apartment. He peers over the armrest of the couch as you draw closer, setting down the soda and other snacks, his eyes brightening with something mischievous when you’re within reach. Without warning one of his hands shoot out to grab you around your waist, pulling you off of your feet and right into his embrace, ignoring your squeak of surprise. 

“You’re back,” he exhales against the skin of your neck, greeting you as if you were gone for years. He nuzzles his nose against the crook of your shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent that was just you. 

This clingy side of Venti wasn’t something new, it was a side of him he often reserved, not wanting to show it to the rest of the world beside you. You found it endearing, the way he followed you around like a lost puppy around the apartment, always hovering close by, ready to jump at the opportunity to cuddle or touch you when the chance presented itself to him. It didn’t take you long to learn that Venti’s love language was physical touch and who were you to complain when it made you feel so loved? 

You chuckle softly, running a hand through the mess of two-toned hair, trying to pat down some of the bedhead he had, catching a glimpse of the content expression he wore, how at peace he looked right here in your arms. “Venti,” you chide, your voice laced with both amusement and endearment. “I wasn’t even gone for a few minutes. Don’t tell me you’re that touch deprived today?” 

Another pout greets you when you look down at him, quickly taking back your words when he puffs his cheeks a little bit and scowls. “You know how much I miss you when you’re busy with work or studying or doing the stuff you need to do…” he murmurs. “I feel like I haven’t seen much of you this week.” 

His words rang true, it was not often that the two got peaceful moments like these to spend together, often wrapped up in your own schedules. But when Venti got the chance to spend his day with you, you can bet on your lucky stars that he was going to be making the most of it. And that also means being attached to your every move, that is until you give him a light swat and tell him he can’t follow you to the bathroom. 

You open your mouth, ready to say something but Venti cuts you short. His next string of words comes as a slight surprise, unused to seeing him speaking without his usual cheerful chipper or confidence. Thumbing at the hem of your shirt to give his hands something to do he asks you in an ever-so-soft tone, “Do you think I’m too clingy?” 

The question catches you off guard at first, not expecting him to ask you something of that nature. The Venti you knew was someone who went with the changing tides and winds, unmoved by anything that might cross his path. It was one of the things that made you fall in love with him in the first place - the way he handled whatever the universe threw at him with that same cheerful smile on his face, never once letting his resolve slip, always sure of what he said and stood for. 

Your head cocks to the side, confused as you gaze down at the conflicted expression he wears. “Where’s this coming from?” 

Venti chews on his words, picking them carefully as he tries to bring the storm in his mind under control. There was a flurry of thoughts that have been circling his mind for a while now, but he's never been sure how he could articulate them properly, how he could explain that he wasn’t always so sure of himself as how he appeared to others. He averts his gaze from yours, not wanting to see the worry that glimmers in the back of your eyes. 

He shrugs before he says, “I don’t know… Sometimes I just feel like I’m too clingy or that I might annoy you since I don’t really give you space to yourself.” Another pause follows. “I know that some people find me annoying, they don’t like how much I talk or that I like physical touch. I guess that lately, I’ve just been a little unsure of how… how I should be expressing my love and like, the stuff in that area.” 

You can tell that these words he utters so softly to you in a confession of insecurity come from a deep place inside of him. It’s rare for him to open up, to admit that he’s not the image of what he likes to present to the rest of the world. Hell, you’ve been there yourself, you know what it feels like to be uncertain of how to love someone, how much to give and how much to take. Perhaps those moments of hardships you had left behind in your past, that you thought at the moment were nothing but an experience that would leave you pained and scarred, perhaps that all happened for a reason. So you could help someone else who might be going through the same thing, so you could help him… 

“Oh, Venti,” you coo softly, your voice dropping an octave or two as you tenderly cup the undersides of his jaw, lifting it so he would finally lock his eyes onto yours once more. The heaviness of carrying these worries inside of him so long had darkened the gimmer that usually resided in his eyes and it only makes your chest ache a little bit more. 

Just like he had struggled to formulate his thoughts earlier do you find yourself unsure of which words of comfort to speak to him. Words of affirmation were your strong suit but seeing him in such a state made you think that he might need a bit more than that to pull him out of the web of uncertainty his mind has caught him up in. Before your mind can even think about a possible solution your body is moving, shifting forward, and pulling Venti’s face closer to your own. Pouting your lips just a little bit you press a flurry of kisses across his face, each one fleeting and quick, like the gentle stroke of the wind against his cheeks. 

Soon enough the once sour expression he sported dissipates into a bright smile as his giggles fill the room. The sound of his laughter is shameless and cheerful, a sound you wished you could bottle and keep with you forever wherever you went. You continue to scatter these messy kisses all over his face, each one filled to the brim with the love and adoration your tongue failed to convey to him, that was until he squirmed against you, begging for some mercy between his laughs. 

“There’s my handsome boy,” you praise when you pull away, peering at his rose-tinted cheeks that burn with a shy blush, a look you don’t see him sporting that often. He looked like he was glowing, each and every doubt of earlier wiped from his mind until all that was left was the boy you had fallen in love with. His grin stretches from ear to ear, as bright as the summer sun, a sight you could never get tired of. 

“You feeling better now?” you ask him softly, the pad of your thumb stroking across the expanse of one of his cheeks, then dipping down to his jaw before drifting towards the multicolored strands of hair that barely brushed his shoulders. 

Venti nods without hesitation where he’s settled himself between your legs with his chest resting against yours, nestled above you. “I never… thought that something so simple like kisses would be able to do that,” he says, his voice a murmur against the night that had descended upon the city. “It was like… when you kissed me I completely forgot what I was worried about. It just disappeared. Poof, gone.” 

Your smile grows when you feel him relax more and more against you, the two of you resuming a similar position you did earlier before the takeout arrived, him laying on top of you, content as ever while you toy with his hair, twirling the strands between your fingers and even going as far as braiding a few pieces, knowing he wouldn't take them out. You had asked him why a long time and he had answered, “If I take them out then I wouldn’t be carrying a piece of you with me.” 

A comfortable silence falls over the two of you before he perches his chin on your chest, peering up at you with those inquisitive eyes of his. He gazes at you with a tenderness reserved with no one else but you before he cracks another smile. “I don’t know what I would do without you, who I’d be,” he admits softly. 

“You’d still be you, silly,” you shake your head, giving the back of his head some scratches that only seem to make him melt further into you. “You shouldn’t doubt yourself so much. You’re an incredible person with so much to give this world. And those thoughts you get, those doubts, that voice in your head that tries to tell you all those mean things? Ignore it. Because none of it is true. You’re not annoying. You’re not clingy. You’re nothing your mind wants to convince you to believe. Okay?” 

He may not be able to voice it at that moment but your words were something he was determined to hold close to his heart for a long while to come. “Okay,” he says, his voice filled with not only determination but silent assurance, nodding his head for good measure, as well. 

There are no more words needed at this moment, the two of you at peace and content being wrapped up in each other’s arms. Venti rests his head on your chest, letting the steady beat of your heart lull him into a state of serenity, humming every now and then when he feels you scratch at his head to finish off another braid. Here he felt safe, more content than ever, close to you as he soaks up the comfort and warmth you bring. Though there would be times where he would doubt himself, where he would let the uncertainty of his mind take over his thoughts he knew that you would never be further than arms reach away from him, ready to kiss all the doubt away. 

And he was okay with that. He was absolutely whipped for you, after all. 

[aryllechan]

babie

for anyone who wants a cleaner version this scene (i definitely wanted it.) HERE'S THE BEST BOY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

if you save it please reblog and like after!

ill do more clean ups, my next one is gonna be aether making the "are you serious?" face on the game LOL

[aryllechan]

NAWW ANOTHER ONE 😭💔💔🙂

IMAGINE THIS:

You and Venti are getting married today. He's very happy that he can spend the rest of his eternal life with you, the All-Creator. He won't ever be alone again. He loves you with all of his heart, with all of his soul... if he has any. It's kind of hard to tell, given he's an elemental spirit.

"Should anyone present know of any reason that these two gods cannot be joined in holy matrimony, speak now... or forever hold your peace."

There was silence. Venti sighs, finding that part of the wedding unnecessary, since nobody would ever object—

(Character) suddenly stands up, a hand raised. "I object to this marriage. The All-Creator is in love with me, not you, Barbatos."

"Wh— That's nonsense! This isn't true, is it, Windblume?"

He turns to look at you. You look at him. He understood. How could he not have noticed how miserable you looked right now?

You don't want this marriage. You don't want him.

So he lets you go and watches as you ran away with the one who truly owns your heart. Happy.

[aryllechan]

It hurts.. 💔 but I like it 🥲

I have so many angsty wedding brainrots for Venti hehehehehehe

Like, aside from the wedding runaway mini drabble I wrote last night, I have another brainrot like:

What if you just,, never showed up in your wedding day? You got cold feet and fled Mondstadt on the day of your wedding and left Venti waiting inside the Cathedral until the sun goes down.

Guests left but he's still in there waiting for a would-be spouse that'll never come.

The sisters reluctantly has to tell him to leave and he just mindlessly walks over to the ruins of Old Mondstadt, wondering what went wrong. What did he do wrong?

Why did you leave?

He's still in his wedding clothes when he sits on top of the tower to cry alone.

[aryllechan]

Draw this to celebrate how lucky I am...

I am a Ventiless player so I saved for him after I got albedo on his rerun, I skipped good characters just for him, I skipped Xiao and Ganyu because he's my priority 😭 and all those sacrifice is very worth it since I just got C3 without losing 50/50

THANK YOU FOR COMING HOME MY LORD 🛐🛐🛐