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Goodmorning, noon, or evening !! I have a lil question I would like to ask- Since Venti is highly respected by the Witches from the Hexenzirkel, especially by Alice, there’s a saying that goes around that Alice often shares tales of Barbatos to Klee as a form of respect and admiration— I was wondering if Alice ever asked for Venti (and Darling~) to babysit Klee, be parents for one day. Wondering how it goes. Do you think that’s where it stemmed Venti’s obsession of having wisp babies with his darling? 🥹

Babysitting klee is definitely one of venti’s factors for wanting to start a family with his darling!

I mean have you seen him during the first golden apple archipelago??? When klee said that she wanted to be part of dodoco’s family his voice instantly softens???? Like you already know children is one of his weaknesses and he has a SOFT SPOT for them. My man’s gotta make them smile and fulfill their wishes or else he fails as an archon if they cry GRRRR bites the pillow and sobs

I can already see the first thing that came in his mind was his darling 😭

The way he gently talks to klee is melting me ughhh 😩😩 and regardless if she also called him tone deaf bard due to paimon’s influence he just brushed it off and played along hngggg VENTI’S LITERALLY THE GREENEST AMONG GREEN.

HE IS PREPARED TO BE YOUR HUSBAND

HE IS PREPARED TO BECOME A FATHER FOR YOUR CHILD

Who else is better on taking on a such a big responsibility but none other than venti???

Heck if you tell him you’re pregnant he’s 100% excited about it. Period.

No doubts.

No hesitation.

Nada.

Venti is ON BOARD and he will do his very best to keep you and his baby safe and well

Every time children interacts with him he just has this instinct to protect them and his father mode is activated. Venti didnt even hesitate to call dvalin to give them a ride to GAA for fucks sake UGHHHH

Now here’s the exciting part. Ever since venti had a suspicion alice was the one who set up the GAA adventure for little klee, he just had this urge to call alice with the dodocommunication device. That if she needed any help in babysitting klee, she can always ask him and his darling for help.

He’s trying his best not to sound so eager and yknow just barbatos offering a helping hand to a hexenzirkel member so their relationship is still good and all

Oh alice immediately knew.

She knew you and the anemo archon are together so this makes it even more interesting.

Honestly she wouldn’t mind at all and she’ll indulge in playing as the love cupid for a while as long as klee is safe from harm. So when alice prepared the second summer adventure for klee (sumeru summer event), she asked venti to babysit her.

Venti’s eyes glimmered in excitement and he prepared EVERYTHING. He even had to drop his other plans and invitations to sing at taverns.

He has his priorities straight.

He will spend this vacation with his lovely darling and babysit klee. He gets to spend an alone time with you and both of you get to take care of the spark knight as per alice’s request

Knowing klee, he expected— and warned you— it might get a bit chaotic. Despite being a walking ball of chaos, she had this way of making everything feel like home.

And oh, what a chaotic delight she was.

Upon entering the mirage, klee had already darted ahead of you two, ready for an adventure. She squealed, arms spread like wings as she ran toward some suspiciously bouncy flora.

“Klee! Watch your step!” you called, instinctively reaching out, already knowing it was useless. She’s already running ahead, yet somehow you could still hear her giggles fleeting.

Venti walked beside you, chuckling softly as he adjusted the bag slung over his shoulder stuffed with clothes, snacks, and bandages. He may have overpacked, but it’s better to come prepared on certain situations than not.

“Energetic as ever. Klee never gets tired at all,” he remarked before taking your hand in his. “Come on. Let’s look for her before she does anything dangerous.”

There were some moments that made the whole trip feel like a dream. Like when klee fell asleep on venti’s lap after a long day of adventuring. His fingers carded through her hair while you leaned against his shoulder, both of you watching the stars peek through the canopy.

“She’s so full of energy, isn’t she?” you murmured, half-asleep.

“She is,” venti whispered. But when he looked down at you, the expression on his face wasn’t just fondness for klee. It was filled with warmth and love that brimmed with unspoken things. “She really makes me wonder… what it would be like...”

You blinked up at him, curious. “What what would be like?”

He hesitated, lips parting but no words coming out at first. Then, so softly you almost missed it, he said, “Having a home. A real one. With you.”

You didn’t say anything right away. You just looked at him and he feared maybe he said too much. But your hand found his as your fingers intertwined, with you leaning your head against his again.

“Let’s talk about that more… after this,” you whispered.

That night, venti didn’t sleep. He just held you both close to him. One hand cradled the sleeping spark knight and the other rested against your back. He listened to your soft breathing, think about his future with you and what it would be like to hear tiny footsteps running across their home early in the morning.

Far away, a mysterious figure watched through a dodo-scope, simply sipping her tea as she smiled at the three sleeping figures.

“Ah, young love. Such fun to meddle in.”

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Goodmorning, noon, or evening !! I have a lil question I would like to ask- Since Venti is highly respected by the Witches from the Hexenzirkel, especially by Alice, there’s a saying that goes around that Alice often shares tales of Barbatos to Klee as a form of respect and admiration— I was wondering if Alice ever asked for Venti (and Darling~) to babysit Klee, be parents for one day. Wondering how it goes. Do you think that’s where it stemmed Venti’s obsession of having wisp babies with his darling? 🥹

Babysitting klee is definitely one of venti’s factors for wanting to start a family with his darling!

I mean have you seen him during the first golden apple archipelago??? When klee said that she wanted to be part of dodoco’s family his voice instantly softens???? Like you already know children is one of his weaknesses and he has a SOFT SPOT for them. My man’s gotta make them smile and fulfill their wishes or else he fails as an archon if they cry GRRRR bites the pillow and sobs

I can already see the first thing that came in his mind was his darling 😭

The way he gently talks to klee is melting me ughhh 😩😩 and regardless if she also called him tone deaf bard due to paimon’s influence he just brushed it off and played along hngggg VENTI’S LITERALLY THE GREENEST AMONG GREEN.

HE IS PREPARED TO BE YOUR HUSBAND

HE IS PREPARED TO BECOME A FATHER FOR YOUR CHILD

Who else is better on taking on a such a big responsibility but none other than venti???

Heck if you tell him you’re pregnant he’s 100% excited about it. Period.

No doubts.

No hesitation.

Nada.

Venti is ON BOARD and he will do his very best to keep you and his baby safe and well

Every time children interacts with him he just has this instinct to protect them and his father mode is activated. Venti didnt even hesitate to call dvalin to give them a ride to GAA for fucks sake UGHHHH

Now here’s the exciting part. Ever since venti had a suspicion alice was the one who set up the GAA adventure for little klee, he just had this urge to call alice with the dodocommunication device. That if she needed any help in babysitting klee, she can always ask him and his darling for help.

He’s trying his best not to sound so eager and yknow just barbatos offering a helping hand to a hexenzirkel member so their relationship is still good and all

Oh alice immediately knew.

She knew you and the anemo archon are together so this makes it even more interesting.

Honestly she wouldn’t mind at all and she’ll indulge in playing as the love cupid for a while as long as klee is safe from harm. So when alice prepared the second summer adventure for klee (sumeru summer event), she asked venti to babysit her.

Venti’s eyes glimmered in excitement and he prepared EVERYTHING. He even had to drop his other plans and invitations to sing at taverns.

He has his priorities straight.

He will spend this vacation with his lovely darling and babysit klee. He gets to spend an alone time with you and both of you get to take care of the spark knight as per alice’s request

Knowing klee, he expected— and warned you— it might get a bit chaotic. Despite being a walking ball of chaos, she had this way of making everything feel like home.

And oh, what a chaotic delight she was.

Upon entering the mirage, klee had already darted ahead of you two, ready for an adventure. She squealed, arms spread like wings as she ran toward some suspiciously bouncy flora.

“Klee! Watch your step!” you called, instinctively reaching out, already knowing it was useless. She’s already running ahead, yet somehow you could still hear her giggles fleeting.

Venti walked beside you, chuckling softly as he adjusted the bag slung over his shoulder stuffed with clothes, snacks, and bandages. He may have overpacked, but it’s better to come prepared on certain situations than not.

“Energetic as ever. Klee never gets tired at all,” he remarked before taking your hand in his. “Come on. Let’s look for her before she does anything dangerous.”

There were some moments that made the whole trip feel like a dream. Like when klee fell asleep on venti’s lap after a long day of adventuring. His fingers carded through her hair while you leaned against his shoulder, both of you watching the stars peek through the canopy.

“She’s so full of energy, isn’t she?” you murmured, half-asleep.

“She is,” venti whispered. But when he looked down at you, the expression on his face wasn’t just fondness for klee. It was filled with warmth and love that brimmed with unspoken things. “She really makes me wonder… what it would be like...”

You blinked up at him, curious. “What what would be like?”

He hesitated, lips parting but no words coming out at first. Then, so softly you almost missed it, he said, “Having a home. A real one. With you.”

You didn’t say anything right away. You just looked at him and he feared maybe he said too much. But your hand found his as your fingers intertwined, with you leaning your head against his again.

“Let’s talk about that more… after this,” you whispered.

That night, venti didn’t sleep. He just held you both close to him. One hand cradled the sleeping spark knight and the other rested against your back. He listened to your soft breathing, think about his future with you and what it would be like to hear tiny footsteps running across their home early in the morning.

Far away, a mysterious figure watched through a dodo-scope, simply sipping her tea as she smiled at the three sleeping figures.

“Ah, young love. Such fun to meddle in.”

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what did you think venti would do with a chubby s/o?😭 would he still be the same? (chubby girl here, haha😭😭)

Venti will still be the same!!! And expect there will be lots of cuddling >:3 He absolutely adores how soft you are and he’ll nuzzle into your tummy until he falls asleep with his arms wrapped around you. Venti will shower you with sweet, playful affection and he wont stop reminding you of how much he loves every inch of you.

If he catches even a hint of your insecurity, he’ll pull you close and pepper your face with kisses until he sees you smiling again. He’ll also sing a silly little song about how you’re his favorite person in all of Teyvat!

To him, you are perfect just the way you are. And his words and presence alone are so comforting your worries and doubts are washed away, making you feel like the most cherished treasure in Mondstadt.

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Just a silly thought i wanted to share

Everytime i read ur stories where S/o share a kiss with Venti all i can think about is..does kissing Venti count as tasting the freedom? Lmao its kinda silly but since hes the God od freedom i guess we can say that it does count ;>

Of course it counts! Every kiss from him or vice versa carries the essence of the wind. Funny thing is whenever you kiss, you will feel a breeze brushing your skin. It’s just a little reminder from venven he’s always there with you.

He loves kissing you through the wind when you’re apart. It’s his way of saying i miss you without a single word. He cant stand being away for too long tho. If you’re not by his side 24/7, his lifespan shortens smh

Every kiss and every breeze are his way of letting you taste freedom, and he’ll gladly give you more if you ask him ;3c

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Guys guys guys do you see my vision here. Do you understand what i see? I was just exploring and ooh my cheeks warmed up when he did that

Venti, love, im sorry. I cant stop watching every time you swim back up

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You know that one tiktok audio of who’s in charge in the relationship?

Venti: yeah im definitely the one that’s in charge in the relationship

Darling: love, stand up.

Venti: *stands*

D: sit down

V: *sits*

D: look over here

V: *looks at darling with heart eyes and melting smile*

Darling: cute~

Venti: anyway, as i was saying. Love, can you bring me my lyre?

Darling: of course. Anything for you my love~

Venti: see?

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sleepy god 🪽✨

happy birthday Venti!

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Celestial Cravings | Archon!Venti x Fem!Reader

Being wed to the Anemo Archon, Venti breeds his lovely angel wife.

third fic of the venven bday special! enjoy being bred by lord barbatos himself <3

disclaimer: nsfw content, dom venti, impregnation, breeding kink, rough sex, venven and mc are married

word count: 2.5k

“Mhnm~!! Hng—! Mhm!”

You shut your eyes tight, your fingers clutching the sheets so tightly as each deep and hard thrust made you bury your face deeper into the pillow in shame. 

A low panting could be heard from behind you, softly groaning and cursing as rough, calloused hands gripped your sides and pulled your hips backward, slamming your pelvis as Venti’s long hard cock penetrated through your walls deliciously while your body was bent forward, ass up in the air for your Lordship to bury his erected dick.

Your current position, with your bottom held up and chest supported by the pillows, allowed Venti to penetrate you even more deeply than before and to stimulate the spongy sweet spot inside your channel even more powerfully. He pulled out of your sheath, almost to the tip, before he plunged back in. This time, pulling your hips backward to him. 

The sudden, strong thrust was enough to make you scream for him again, was the first of many as he set a slow but forceful pace for your lovemaking.

You bit onto the pillow to try and muffle out your noises. God forbid anyone heard you making these disgusting noises of pleasure, knowing how everyone knew of your virtuous image. But with this Archon finally claiming you as his and officially taking you as his wife, all he could think and do to his dear consort was to breed you.

You writhed beneath him as your legs trembled, knees giving way from the amount of pressure that was on the side of your hips. The angle he had your body in was extremely embarrassing and shameless. Your bare, sensitive spot was exposed and all open for him to attack in his own desire.

There was something so erotically primeval about seeing his throbbing shaft disappear between the lush mounds of your bottom. About hearing the lewd sounds your thighs made whenever they met. About feeling the muscles in your sheath gripped him tightly like a vise. 

It made the base, animalistic part of his nature break free from his typically well mannered and loving nature to his wife. But rather than shying away from the Archon, you prayed for him and sang your devotion for him. Your body was potently an effective offering for his divinity.

“Look at yourself, my angel,” he groaned as his hand slid from your hip to massage your swollen, exquisitely sensitive bottom. “Look at how beautiful you are when I fuck you.” 

He was delighted at your wanton display, a drunken grin spreading across his face as he took in the erotic sight of you impaled on his throbbing shaft. You were a wild, unruly mess, with your long hair tousled over one shoulder and your skin flushed and dewy from your rigorous coupling.

You were so beautiful.

His hand pulled one of your arm back, holding it a little farther toward his direction to penetrate his dick up into your womb. The blissful moan you emitted was interrupted by a tiny gasp from the force.

Such a good wife, an obedient angel, worshipping your god so enthusiastically. 

He purred, his voice dripping with lust. He could feel every inch of your tight little cunt gripping him desperately. It was almost enough to make your beloved Archon lose control...

He pulled both of your arms backward and used them as leverage as he pounded his cock into you over and over and over, ruthlessly stuffing you full like the lovely breeder you were for his seeds. Tears streamed down your flushed and warm face, the wet squelch of your juices filled the air, mingling with your needy and pathetic whorish moans.

“Ahng~!!”

“That's it, angel. Sing for me,” he whispered.

His green eyes were fixed on your bent back with a gaze so piercing you couldn’t help but melt from it. At the back of your head was the vague feeling that you should be embarrassed, but the fog of lust swamped your mind too much to care. The heavenly ring that was your perfect pussy wrapped snugly around his twitching dick like a warm hug made you tremble. Made your sex clench on his invading, pulsating length with every labored pant. 

It constricted tighter and tighter in climax with every passing second. Venti didn’t waste a second to slam his cock deep into you over and over again, as if he’d die if he doesn’t keep on going. As if he’d lose his status if he doesn’t mark your body with bites and hickeys. As if he’d lose his identity if he didn’t remind you who you belonged to.

So far gone.

Lost in a haze of primal lust, Venti pulled your arms backward until they were stretching towards him, rutting into you with wild abandon, each powerful thrust jolting your entire body as he pulled you back onto his pistoning cock. You let out a high and loud squeal when he thrusted deep and hard inside you, your fingers scratching into his arms as tears streamed from your hazy eyes. 

"Ahng! Ahn~!”

He wanted more. He always did.

He found it. The soft, vulnerable entrance deep into your womanhood where he could spend himself and bless you with the life that only he could give you. The love and worship and pure bliss of being owned filled to the brim.

Venti went faster, pulling your wrists toward him with more force, keeping your hips and ass high in the air and savouring the loud squeals his angel produced as he sunk deeper and deeper into you.

This new angle was driving you insane. This new angle reached the very depths of you. His girthy, veiny, archon cock was ramming at your cervix and trying to penetrate his angel wife even further.

The brutal pace of his hips against your rear, the loud squelching noises of his cock ravaging your already abused hole, it was a clear indication that he was losing control.

You mewled and whimpered and drooled while trembling with ecstasy, unable to formulate any more words.

“Ahn~!! Hngg… O-oh!! M-my Lord—!! D-deep! Too deep!!”

Your cries of pain only spurred him on, urging him to fuck into you even harder. Venti hilted himself fully inside your spasming channel, grinding his pelvis against your ass as he savoured the exquisite sensation of your velvety walls fluttering around his aching length. A guttural moan tore from his throat at the feeling of your cervix yielding to his relentless assault, feeling you came and squirted all over his length and painted him with your essence.

The only thing you could do was limp on the bed numbly, tear-stained face planted on the pillows and let your god use you, let him fulfill his most carnal desire by ruthlessly pounding your tight pussy until he shoot his thick, hot load deep inside you.

“Ah, fuck… mhm, you doing good there, angel?” he asked while he kept pounding your sore pussy. You only let out a dry moan with each thrust as you doze off and stare at an empty wall with hazy, lustful eyes and drool dripping onto your chin and jaw, staining and dampening the pillow.

Your husband chuckled and put your arms down as they fell limply onto the bed. With your cheek buried into the pillow and ass presented nicely for your spouse with a bit of your shared cum leaking between your inner thighs, Venti resumed his vigorous pace, putting all of his weight and stamina onto your bruised hips as his thick cock drove in and out of you, abusing your slick pussy and wet clit and trying to reach every corner of it, forcing you to accept all of him.

A throaty moan tore out of your mouth at the feeling of your cervix yielding to his relentless assault, echoing throughout the entire room, causing a devious smile to curve upon your lover's lips.

Venti fucked the words straight out of your mouth, and the sound of his hips slapping against yours and his low grunts turned you on like crazy.

“Hmn…! Oh yeah— that's right… be a good wife for me now, darling. Your Lord’s going to breed you nice and well. Gonna make my sweet angel pregnant and bear all my children.”

He hammered into you relentlessly, his dick stretching your sore walls with each brutal thrust. You could barely keep your eyes open, hazy with lust, as drool dripped down your chin.

His heavy balls slapped against you with every deep stroke, your juices soaking his crotch and thighs. The wet, obscene sounds of your fucking filled the room along with your moans and cries, your teal tattoos glowing brighter with each lewd, wanton moans you slipped. 

He wrapped an arm around your waist, locking his legs on both sides of your legs, and leaned forward to bury his face between your neck and shoulder as he kept on going. He never faltered once, even with the weight of his entire body resting upon your back.

Venti managed to hit even deeper at this angle, your sweet spot burning inside of you and making stars flash through your hazy vision.

And oh, the fucking audacity you had, calling his name like you wanted to say it for years but never did. His breath came out harsh and shaky against your nape. He used all his strength and stamina to repeatedly pound your weak spots. It got you keening and almost falling limp against his chest.

"Come on, sweetheart. Your Lord wants to hear you sing your praise... Say that Lord Barbatos is making you feel good." He demanded, his hot breath brushing your red ears, and this only left you to whine softly, babbling whatever voice you had left.

“M-my Lord’s sho big—! He’s— nghh— he’s pounding in me~!! Ah, I—!! P-please…! Give it to me… mgnhh! Th-thank you so— mnh… I— Mn!!! Yes… yes~!!”

Your brain turned to mush, making you completely oblivious to what you were screaming, and your pleas for more didn't stop spilling from your tongue as you trembled beneath Venti, crying in ecstasy.

Your husband smiled, so fond and yet with a hint of ruthlessness, as if his dear, darling spouse had made him do something utterly filthy. And who else could it possibly be, if not his spouse himself?

“I-inside…! Cum inside me, my Lord…! Kn-knock me up— please—! I need you to— hng!! P-please! Please, please, please! Ah…!!”

You were surprised by your own adamant declaration, but you could not deny yourself the untold pleasure you had felt when he shifted the angle of his hips, pounding right into that sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside you. Stars exploded behind your eyelids, and you could only whimper brokenly, tongue lolling out as you completely surrendered to the pleasure. It felt so natural, so intimate, and so unbelievably erotic.

"Ohhn~! I-I'm close, my Lord! I can't— ohh~!! Venti~! Hahn—!! Venti—!!”

You screamed his name as the tides of ecstasy swept you away to sweet, blissful oblivion. Your toes curled, fingers gripping and trembling like a leaf into the sheets as you arched your back as high as possible, ass flaunted for his archon cock to utterly ravage while ecstasy coursed through you. 

Wet slaps resounded within the bedroom as the god of freedom pistoned his thick length as hard and quick and deep as he possibly could, your supple flesh squelching against his until his tip was spurting semen deep in your womb, wanting more of your whines and moans, wanting to see you pregnant and swelling up with his cum.

And that you did. Moaning and trembling underneath him while he spilled thick ropes of his potent, divine seeds of fertility, fucking his own divine archon cum deeper inside of your full womb until there was only white and pleasure and that you could only clutch the bedsheets and try not to pass out.

The warmness overflowed inside of you, warmness of his hot and fresh cum that accompanied by the strings of his cock biting your insides so deliciously.

You moaned incoherently at that, heart-shaped eyes rolling to the back of your head with your tongue lolling out, completely wasted from the several mind-blowing orgasms earlier as you experienced the best orgasm of the entire day. Even through all of that, a smile crept onto your blushing features. 

It felt good to finally experience a passionate intercourse like this; there was simply something about him filling you to the brim that left you quite addicted, with his gentle, affectionate caresses that spoke volumes of the emotions swirling within his heart. How his loving green eyes gazed so sweetly into your own with his smile as he fucked you senseless, kissing and nibbling your cheeks and shoulder and neck whenever the opportunity arose.

Gods above, it made you shiver. The warmth of his body spread over yours and into you, relaxing you more with every passing moment, the proof of his love mixing into yours within your belly.

You fell forward, not putting up any resistance to gravity as it pulled your weight down. Your face landed on the pillow, wincing when a splosh of the white fluids trickled down to your spread pussy, gaping and still throbbing despite the countless orgasms the night had brought.

His cum dripped obscenely down your thighs and you made no attempt to move as he pulled out for a second to admire his beautiful work, his eyes watching in hunger of how his godly fluids leaked out from the rim of his angel’s thoroughly abused pussy before forming a small white puddle on the sheets that Venti didn’t bother to take notice. 

Drool leaked out of your open mouth, you felt your fingers and a few muscles twitch when his fingers brushed over your slit, pushing his cum back inside your gaping hole, but you laid numb, limp, and completely spaced out from ecstasy. 

Everything felt far away, spinning. You couldn’t summon a coherent thought or word. You could already feel the rawness of your flesh, the soreness of your muscles and, most notably, your pussy twitching, cum leaking out and trickling down the inside of your thighs.

Venti panted heavily, catching his breath as he stroked himself and spurted another of his thick cum over your ass and backside. He admired the beautiful display, you completely covered with his marks of ownership as though you were his toy to use. He exhaled as the lust cleared his mind. It had been so long, so incredibly long since he had done anything remotely sexual with his angel spouse, and so to quell his thirst, Venti could no longer hold back when his beloved so willingly spread herself for him.

When he regained his strength, he gathered his boneless, thoroughly sated wife in his arms and spooned you. He placed his hand on your soft belly and stroked; the hunger inside him wanted very much to see you heavy with child.

His child.

He turned you around to face him before burying his head between your round and plump breasts. He sighed in ecstasy, finally tasting heaven after the lovemaking with his lovely wife. His arms wrapped around you securely, and his legs locked yours, completely tangling together in the comfort of your shared love.

Heavens. Venti loves his little angel wife too much. 

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Could we have an update on the next Illusory Sense maybe? My friends and I are so excited we’ve even drawn our own versions of MC😭😭

Currently writing the chapter! Though i have already prepped other scenes, there are some parts that need to be fleshed out. It might take a little longer before it will be published since ive checked the word count and oof, it will definitely be the longest chapter

And omg that’s so cute you and your friend drew our beloved mc !!!! if both of you dont mind i would love to see it ^^

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Do you think that venti would have a food kink..

note: another draft i’ve finally finished! this is the fifth post for the bday event! oneshot is related to this drabble

warning: NSFW under the cut

word count: 3.4k

           “So this is your gift for me, huh?”

             You nodded your head as a silent answer and the next thing you knew, his lips were on you, needy, passionate, exhilarated. Nimble fingers combed through your loose hair almost attentively, while yours desperately pulled him closer by the collar of his cape. Breathing in, his scent coated your nostrils. Fresh cecilias, dandelion breeze, and a hint of bitterness from his recent intoxication of dandelion wine.

             Your legs were on his sides, straddling him. Clinging to him, you greedily pepper wet kisses down his throat and jaw. He couldn't help but groan at your touch and gripped your thighs tighter.

             Like magnets, your lips connect with his once more. Needy and hungry for each other, kissing passionately as Venti holds you close on his lap. You moved your lips in tandem with his own. There’s a rhythm in it as you kiss him, connecting your mouths.

             Your hands fiddled to his cape to untie the knot, then to his shirt, opening each button until his chest was revealed to let your hands run all over his warm skin, not breaking the kiss. He looked at you hungrily, chest heaving from the heated kiss, and threw his head back, moaning and breathing your name as you give small nips on his neck while grinding yourself against him.

             Before you could shower him with kisses in a different area, Venti grabbed your head and pressed his lips to yours aggressively. You yelped in surprise and held on to his shoulders for balance. He groaned against your mouth and consequently redirected his hands to your ass, squeezing gently through the material of your lacy panties. He wasted no time and dipped his tongue into your mouth, your lips allowing him through with little resistance. 

             Your fingers tangled in his soft onyx locks as you gently rocked your hips forth in a desperate search for some friction, already feeling how your panties stick to your folds due to the wetness. As Venti helped you move, you grind on him with a little more force to create that delicious friction.

             “Hmm…” 

             He sat up more straightly and pulled your back close to his until his face was buried between your breasts. You hugged his head and grind harder on his crotch when you noticed he gets hard under your touch. Delicate fingers played with his short locks and then you decided to unbraid the hair framing his face.

             You felt his hands gripping your hips with much force, finally relenting and guiding them in a slow, torturous yet delicious rhythm. He lifted his head up to look at you and brushed his lips once more to yours. He softly bit your lower lip between his teeth and backed away an inch to watch it bounce back to you. 

             You changed to a more lax posture and have your lips trail from his neck up to his jaw, and then up to his ear, softly nibbling at his earlobe. You heard him mutter a curse under his breath.

             “You know I won’t be able to hold myself back if you keep doing that, princess.” He warned, his eyes dark as he held your chin between his thumb and index finger to force you to look at him directly.

             Despite his warning, you insisted and pushed through. “I want Venven to feel good on his birthday…” Pondering about this, he shifted in his seat as his free hand wandered to your back, unclasping your bra and tossing it somewhere. You started to do the same with his shirt. With each button undone all the way down, both of you seem to be more desperate for each other’s skin.

             As Venti takes control of the kiss, your hands glided back to his chest, tracing the teal diamond mark plastered on his chest. “You sure are tempting me,” he said in between kisses, fondling your breast and pinching and rolling your nipples in his calloused fingers. 

             “Dressing up in lacy lingerie and offering your body to the Anemo Archon? You sure are daring and bold today, huh. I’m going to make love to you and I’ll make sure you can’t fucking walk after this.”

             You clamped your thighs together and shut your eyes when his fingers trailed from your neck to your collarbone. His emerald optics weaved with lust as he pinched hard on one of your buds.

             “You’re mine.” He took the nipple into his mouth and fervently lapped at it with his tongue. Your back arched when his wet tongue made contact with your perked nipples. His faint touches sent shivers down your spine and clenched around him. When he’s done with the left one, he goes for the other— guiding your hips to move and grind at his desired pace.

             Through your panties, you feel his prominent erection pressing against your crotch with each jerk of your hips, moaning at the wonderful friction. Your lover pressed wet kisses on the middle of your chest, tracing the same teal mark he has on your body with his lips then treading a path from your neck to your jaw with his tongue, and ending it with a featherlight kiss on your lips.

             You feel bare in front of the God of Freedom himself, with you almost being naked and him only having his shirt open. It feels like you’re sinning, being so intimate with Mondstadt’s very own archon and yet it feels right. It feels good.

             All the thoughts clashing through your head were discarded when you noticed Venti’s eyes flickered to the table next to where you two are. He briefly eyed the bottle of dandelion wine that was mere inches away from him then back to you. Your attention was drawn when he leaned towards it, but before he could grab the bottle, he turned to you.

             “Will you let me try something?”

             You blinked at him and tilted your head inquisitively about what he has in mind. “What is it?”

             “Trust me. Perhaps you might enjoy it as well.” He assured. Unsure and nervous of what he’s going to do, you let him take the lead and wait patiently until he gives you orders. It’s his birthday so might as well let him have fun as much as he wants with you to go along with his creative ideas. Nodding your head in affirmation, he grabbed the bottle of wine and took a sip before offering it to you.

             You feel his chest warming up from the amount of alcohol he’s consumed so far, yet you let your attention focused back on the glass bottle and take it from his grasp. You slowly take a sip, savoring the sweet and exhilarating taste, and hand him back the bottle. What you didn’t expect was for him to pour the contents down your collarbone and bare tits, creating a small stream to slide down your body. 

             The coldness of the liquid made you shudder, but before you could react, Venti darted his tongue out and licked it off of you. He hummed in satisfaction, the sweet and salty taste combining in his taste buds made him craved for more. Your lips were parted open, releasing soft sounds of moans as he poured a bit more over your neck and licked the trail feverishly. Suddenly, and without warning, you felt him softly bit a sensitive spot on your neck causing you to moan his name in a shaking voice.

             “Hmm, tastes better like this, don’t you think?” He grunted into the crook of your neck, pouring more and then lapping at the liquid. “Your skin tastes sweet, princess. I bet your cunt tastes even better.”

             His words made you clenched on him even more, especially the moment he began to lower himself towards your breasts, pouring the wine all over them and cleaning it all up with his warm tongue. An open-mouthed and wet kiss was plastered on your chest before sucking it with fervor.

             It was becoming too much for you. You shakily reached for his head and pulled the roots on his hair as you moaned loudly. The changing temperature of warm and cold, the constant shifting of pouring and licking was making you overwhelmed from all these sensations washing over you at once.

             “Venti…” You whined, curving your back towards him. Your clenching pussy is just begging to be filled with his hard cock. He lifted his head and looked at you with an amused smirk.

             “What is it?”

             You can’t help but admire how velvety his voice was when he asked. Looking at you with such a seductive gaze, making your body go weak for him just from a simple glance and he looks so sexy with his chin all wet and messy from the leftover wine. Maybe, you thought, he’ll look better buried between your legs with your slicks trickling on his chin. 

             “I need you, please…” You whimpered.

             Placing down the bottle back on the table, Venti softly pecked your lips and carried you in his arms as he stood. You let out a small gasp and wrapped your legs around him. Though he may be small, his strength is surprisingly strong as he takes you to the bed and pushes you down; your body bouncing against the soft mattress before he cages you between him.

             “You really need me that badly, huh.” He muttered and gave you a quick kiss on the lips. You watched him pull the small trolley cart closer to the bed, the bottle and a few glasses and bowls were shaking as it moved. He then removed his cape and shirt that was falling over his arms, finally free from the hot confinements and to feel more of your skin making contact with his.

             Your eyes lowered to the tent obviously showing up from his uncomfortably tight shorts which had you drooling at the possibilities of what lies beneath. “Please… need you so much, Venti.” You breathed and wrapped your arms over his shoulder to pull him close to you. He ran his fingers over your cheeks reassuringly, shushing you and peppering you with gentle kisses. 

             “We’ll get there, don’t worry.”

             Satisfied with how everything is going so far, he told you to tell him when to stop if needed, receiving a nod from you. He smiled and grabbed the new bottle of dandelion wine then the bowl of berries.

             He lined the sweet little berries one by one with precise and carefulness from your chest to your navel. A content hum reverberated from his throat at the wonderful sight of your bare body and fruits laid atop of it. Putting the bowl down to the cart, he took the corkscrew and opened the bottle before spilling the juices all over the trail, unbothered if it would stain the covers. Both of you were in the Goth Grand Hotel so it didn’t really matter to him if it’s dirtied.

             Once he’s done, he bent down to kiss you, slowly dragging his mouth down to the first berry coated in alcohol. Holding it between his teeth, he went back to your lips and kissed you with vigor. His teeth and tongue colliding with yours in a desperate effort to cut the berry in half evenly. You finally bit down on the small fruit and moaned at the sweetness mixed with the dandelion taste that bursted in your tongue.

             He does this again, repeating the process until he’s at your navel for the last berry. His hand reached for your panties then briefly looked at you to see if you’re prepared for what he’s about to do next. Pinching the waistband of your panties, he pulled the wet garment down to your legs, a trail of your wetness following along and rubbing against your thighs as he removed it. 

             It didn't take long for him to notice your pussy was extremely dripping with so much wet and he grinned at the fact that he’s the only one who could have caused you to be so wet like this.

             “Baby,” another sweet pet name of yours he likes to call you as he cooed. “I haven’t even touched you and yet you’re already so wet.” You softly mewled and buried your face onto the pillows to hide from your teasing lover. You know he only calls you that to tease you, and yet such a nickname is making you so hot and warm.

             He ran a finger over your wet folds and admired the arousal that gathered all together to a single digit. He shamelessly stuck the finger in his mouth, rolling his tongue over it, and lowly grunted as your taste finally kicked into his taste buds.

             “Fuck, I knew it.” He moaned, taking his finger off of his lips with a small audible pop and hovered over your body. The long strands on the side of his face were caressing your cheek as he loomed over you and his lean body just made it even more enticing to let you know who’s in control.

             “You fucking taste good.” Venti moved to your lips, pushing harder and pressing his knee in between your legs to brush your pussy. While he’s kissing you, he reaches for the bottle and coats your chest and stomach with the cold alcoholic drink. His wet tongue moved downwards to your jaw, neck, collarbone, then to your chest— lapping up at the skin and licking you clean, going back to your lips to have you taste the remnant of the wine off his tongue.

             Dipping further and further, he left a trail of kisses along the way to your chest, abdomen, then to your clit. Your heart raced the more he admires and takes his time with your body. His eyes glinted in excitement at the sight of your bare, glistening pussy like he’s going to have the time of his life eating a feast that’s been prepared for him.

             “Thank you for the meal~”

             Venti immediately buried his face between your legs, ravishing your throbbing and sensitive pussy, eating you out like a man starved. With his arms secured around your thighs to keep you in place, you can only squirm in your seat as his tongue laps fervently at your folds.

        ��    “V-Venti,” you moaned, a high-pitched sound that further drove Venti into you. His tongue reached inside you, devouring all of your arousal like the dandelion wine he drank off you. He kept his eyes open, taking a peek at your reactions and taking into account how you responded to each of his actions. The way he just looked straight at you, not faltering at all, is enough for you to gush all over his skilled tongue.

             A mess you have created that both of you can’t say you don’t like it. Burying himself further, Venti’s nose nuzzled close to your clit as his tongue delved deep into your walls, creating a new sensation that had your toes curling and hands tightening on the covers of the mattress. A moment passed before he stopped and pulled off, leaving you a shaking and whimpering mess.

             Venti brushed your hair as silent praise that you’re doing well and his palm was attached to the body of the bottle once again. You quietly watched him under your cloudy and hazy vision, taking a big gulp of the lump sitting on your throat in anticipation of what he’ll do next.

             His gaze bears a glimmer of lust, entrance, and delirium. You became hypnotized and aware of his eyes studying over your naked form, enough for you to notice he poured the alcohol slowly over to your cunt. You shudder at its coldness but Venti’s warm hands calmed you down immediately after he rested them on your hips. He angled himself until his face was meeting with your heat and lapped the drink from your pussy as much as possible.

            Your fingers entangled to his short hair almost in an instant and lightly tugged on it as he kept continuing with his erotic ministration, causing him to moan in your center. The vibrations only made you gush even more for him, and he excitedly licked it off, finishing with a fat stripe of your cunt and finally reaching your clit.

             “Don’t s-stop… please.” You begged and pulled his hair, even more, to push his face back to your core. Heeding your wish, he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked on it madly. The suction made you twitch wildly, screaming as your thighs shake around his head from the arousing stimulation. He held your legs to keep you locked in place as he continued to drain all the life and energy out of you.

             You slowly opened one of your eyes to steal a glance of Venti and the scene in front of you made your body flushed seeing a lewd and obscene position: his head buried between your soft thighs, his head moving and shaking as he kept on going in drinking and slurping all of your essences that continued to flow out of you.

             You feel your orgasm approaching fast, the heat in your stomach that gradually builds up is about to burst. As if he had read your mind, he easily slid in not one, but two skillful fingers that had your back arching in pleasure at just a mere touch. 

             He briefly stopped to marvel at your easy submission, then curled his fingers inside you and began to pump them in and out at a rapid pace. Panting heavily, you made eye contact with him and noticed his chin drenched in your arousal, wet and shiny. Rather than a god, in front of you was a succubus. A sweet and charming succubus forcing you to reach your orgasm by going harder and harsher with his movements.

             “C-cum… ‘m gonna cum, Venven…” you managed to utter as you close your eyes shut and grasped on his hair tightly the more you felt you’re close to your release. His free hand latched with yours, twining fingers together to provide the comfort you need. His eyes gleamed expectantly and with adoration, carefully watching every small movement of your body for signs of discomfort before picking up the pace of his fingers and rapidly increasing its speed.

             “Come on, baby. Come for me. Let it all out.”

             The tension inside you somehow grew even tighter when he spurred you with his words. He sucked and thrusted his slender digits in and out of you, but waves of pleasure running through your nerves made you jolt as he added a third finger in. You feel full. Fuller than what your own fingers can give you and that fact overwhelmed you greatly.

             A sole tear emerged from your eye and silently streamed down your face as Venti kept chanting next to you to cum on his fingers repeatedly. His silky voice echoed inside your head and everything around you turned blurry, the world spinning around as his fingers were fucking you so good you want to cry and belt out at the Celestia how grateful you are for him.

             As your orgasm came crashing down, Venti grazed your clit with his teeth making your body tremble and twitch even more through your high. It was wild, strong, uncontrollable; the thoughts in your head just all disappeared as you let yourself drown in pure bliss and euphoria, still cumming on his hand. 

             He slowed down the pace of his fingers and gently kissed your inner thighs and folds. Your body was so numb, your head so cloudy it’s hard for you to grasp what just happened. You watched in a dazed state as Venti lifted himself up and wiped the remaining of your cum glued to his chin.

             You can faintly see your fluid glisten as it fell down to his pretty neck. He sat on the edge of the bed and put his arms underneath yours, letting your arms drape over his shoulders while he lifted you up and had you lean against his form. Though your body is sluggish from the recent orgasm, he still assisted you in any way he could. 

             You were tired and worn out, letting Venti do whatever he pleases with your body. From you having you sit on his lap, straddling him and hugging his back, to your head buried on the crook of his neck. The intimate position and personal hug made you relax against him, though you prefer if the two of you were laying down on the bed instead of this.

             At least Venti was letting you use him as a pillow just for him to hold you like this. He pressed a soft kiss on the crown of your head to which you sighed in contentment through your nose and basked in the gentleness of his touch.

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Stupid In Love | Venti x Reader

Where Venti gets drunk from your kisses instead of wine.

second post of venti bday special fic! this is another case where it was supposed to be a valentine's special but i didn't got to post bcs of workload so i published it instead during his bday. enjoy the lovely kithes with venven <33

word count: 3.1k

“Darling…”

Venti whined as he snuggled closer to your chest, pressing himself against you while his arms were wrapped around you comfortably. You brushed his hair and giggled, running your fingers through his dark locks as he turned and pressed his face against your chest.

“You’ve gotten more clingy, dear,” you remarked, only to earn another whine from your lover. “I hope it’s not another jealousy tantrum.” 

"It's not jealousy," Venti protested, his words muffled against your chest. As he spoke, he tightened his grip around you, pressing himself even closer as if to emphasize his point.

He looked up and pouted at you, his face still somewhat flushed. "I just want you all to myself…"

You giggled again and kissed his temple, causing him to smile and kick his feet in the air like a love-struck fool. He was so enamored with you that others often wonder how you had the patience for him. Some found his childish behavior irritating— most notably, the little fairy the traveler was always with— but to you, it was simply a sign of how much Venti trusted you. How openly he shared his feelings with you.

He never hid anything from you just as you never did for him. Some even noted how lovesick the two of you were, but you always took it as a compliment for your healthy relationship with this silly bard. 

Your arms wrapped around him, inviting him to your warm embrace, which he happily melted into. Venti sighed blissfully, delighting in the sensation of your fingers threading through his locks and twirling them around your fingers. You pressed another kiss to the crown of his head, and this time he giggled, his cheeks flushing to a warm shade of pink as he tightened his hold on you.

“Kiss me more, darling,” he asked, looking up at you with earnest love. 

His request for more kisses was met with a smile and a soft chuckle. You found it adorable how clingy and affectionate he became whenever he was around you, and you were more than willing to give him what he wanted.

You leaned down and gently pressed your lips against his forehead, then proceeded to rain kisses all over his face. His cheeks, his nose, the corners of his mouth. His blush deepened as your lips moved lower, leaving a trail of soft pecks along his neck.

Shivers ran down his spine with each press of your lips landing on his skin. His heart raced, his breath grew heavy, and he relished in each and every bit of your kisses, engraving the shape of your lips into his memory. A spark of inspiration for a new poem began to flicker in his mind, each word forming like a whisper against your skin. 

His hands trembled— not from fear, but from the sheer intensity of your touch, the way your warmth seeped into him like ink staining a blank page. Every kiss was a stanza, every sigh a verse, and in that moment, he realized you were the poem he'd been trying to write all along.

Ah, he was melting. He just wanted to keep this going on forever. If time allowed him for his darling to kiss him all day, he’d happily throw everything away and leap into your arms without second thoughts.

Seeing Venti melt under your kisses, his body trembling and his breath coming in ragged gasps, only made you want to tease and mess with him even more.

But just as you were about to continue, you suddenly pulled away, prompting an adorable whine of protest from him.

"Ah-ah,” you chided lovingly, a mischievous glint in your eye. “Be patient, honey~”

His brows furrowed as he missed the warmth of your lips against his skin. Instead, he leaned forward and captured your lips with his own. The sudden force made you pull back slightly, your hands instinctively reaching out to steady yourself and Venti as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss.

A pleased hum escaped your lips as his fingers found their way to your waist, gripping you with just enough pressure to make you shiver. His impatience was intoxicating, his need for you evident in the way he pressed closer, refusing to let even a sliver of distance remain between you.  

You barely had time to catch your breath before he tilted his head again, chasing after more— more of your warmth, more of your taste, more of the sweet, intoxicating feeling that only you could give him. He licked your bottom lip, nibbled on it, impatiently seeking entry, and once you granted him access, his kisses grew even more fervent. Venti memorized every inch of your lips, every sigh that slipped past them.  

You melted in Venti's eager kiss, letting yourself be pulled deeper and surrendering yourself to the overwhelming sensation of his lips. He was greedy and demanding, his fingers on your waist pressing and leaving a trail of fire on your skin. His kisses were relentless, his tongue invading your mouth and exploring every crevice as he tasted you, claiming you as his own.

The kiss was messy and passionate, filled with the intense desire and unbridled hunger that only Venti could express.

“You’re not playing fair,” you murmured against his lips, breathless yet smiling.  

Venti chuckled, but there was an undeniable force beneath it. “And you are?” His fingers traced slow, lazy circles against your waist, his grin widening when he felt the way your body responded to his touch.  

"Touché," you admitted, your voice wavering slightly as his fingers continued their teasing patterns. You leaned in and nipped at his jaw, earning a pleased hum from him. "And here I was thinking you’d give your dearest darling a pass to tease her clingy bard."

You reached for his hand and intertwined your fingers together, your fingers slotting perfectly between his calloused ones as you continued to kiss along his throat and jaw. Venti let out a soft moan as your lips continued their journey on his skin. The feeling of your fingers interlaced with his, the warmth of your body so close to his, it was all so overwhelmingly intoxicating.

He wrapped his other arm around your waist, pulling you even closer to him. The feeling of your body against his was like a drug, and he couldn't get enough of it.

"Darling, you're driving me insane," he breathed into your ear, his voice low and gravelly.

A shiver ran down your spine at the sound, thick with longing and laced with something dangerously sweet. You smiled against his skin, delighting in the way his grip on your waist tightened ever so slightly, as if afraid you’d slip away.  

“Am I now?” you teased, tilting your head to brush your lips against the shell of his ear. “But I thought you liked it when I played with you like this, my love~”  

Venti’s breath hitched, and for a fleeting moment, his fingers trembled against yours. Then, in one swift motion, he twisted your intertwined hands, pinning them gently against the surface behind you. His turquoise gaze locked onto yours, the usual playfulness was still present, but now mixed with something deeper— something unspoken yet undeniably powerful.  

“Don’t tempt me, windblume,” he murmured, pressing his forehead lightly against yours. His thumb traced soothing circles over the back of your hand, grounding himself in the warmth of your touch. “Or I just might show you how maddening you truly are.”  

His lips hovered over yours, close enough for you to feel the heat of his breath, yet still teasingly distant. The moment stretched between you until finally he closed the space once more, capturing your lips in a kiss that was slow, deliberate, and utterly consuming.

Your eyes fluttered shut as Venti kissed you, his tongue moving against yours with practiced finesse. The way he dominated the kiss while still being tender and loving was driving you insane, causing your stomach to twist in delicious incitement. How could anyone be both so gentle and so commanding at the same time? With every brief pause to catch your breath, he dove right back in, unwilling to part for long until you were pushed onto the mattress with a light bounce.

His hands guided your arms to hug around his shoulders as he hovered over you, trapping you beneath him. Unable to keep up, you broke the kiss and turned your head to the side, softly panting while your cheeks flushed a deep red from the passionate and hungry kisses of your lovesick bard.

“V-Venti, wait…” you whispered as you weakly pushed his shoulders, your breath coming in short, shaky gasps. Your heart pounded wildly in your chest, and the way Venti loomed over you— his teal eyes darkened with desire, lips swollen from your kisses— only made it race faster.

He took a slow breath, grounding himself, before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. His fingers now traced soothing patterns along your sides.

“Ah… forgive me, princess,” he murmured, voice laced with regret and affection. “I got carried away.” His hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your heated skin as he gazed at you with nothing but pure adoration. “You’re just… so intoxicating.”

You swallowed thickly, still dazed from the heat of the moment, but the warmth in his expression eased your nerves. Venti always had a way of knowing exactly how to balance mischief and tenderness, and this was no exception.

A breathy laugh escaped your lips as you nudged him lightly. “You really do get lost in the moment, don’t you?”

Venti chuckled, resting his forehead against yours. “Only when it comes to you.”

His eyes studied your flushed face. The sight of you, lying out beneath him, looking so beautiful and disheveled, was making his heart beat even faster.

"It's just... when I'm with you, I can't help but get carried away. You just... do something to me." He traced a finger down your cheek, his touch light and teasing.

His words sent another wave of warmth through you, and you found yourself pulling him closer once more, your fingers tangling in his hair. Despite the fiery passion from earlier, you now took your time and savored his presence. 

Gently, you took the hand that had been caressing your cheek, and when you pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles, his heart skipped a beat.

He leaned in, his breath warm on your skin. "You have no idea what you do to me," he whispered softly, voice thick with emotion. "You have me completely smitten, darling."

A soft giggle escaped your lips as you gazed up at him, warmth blossoming in your chest at the sheer tenderness in his voice. His eyes held something deeper. Something vulnerable and utterly devoted.  

“I could say the same to you, my love,” you murmured, pressing another lingering kiss to his knuckles before gently pulling his hand closer to your lips.  

Venti barely had time to react before you placed another kiss against the back of his hand, then his wrist. His breath hitched slightly, but he said nothing, only watching you with rapt attention, his lips parted ever so slightly.  

You smiled at his dazed expression and continued your gentle assault, moving up to kiss his palm, then the inside of his wrist. Slowly, teasingly, you trailed kisses along his arm, making your way toward his shoulder. The light, fluttering pecks sent shivers through his entire body, and he let out an unsteady breath, his grip on your waist tightening.  

“D-Darling…” he mumbled, his voice shaky yet laced with warmth.  

You hummed in response, cupping his face as you guided him closer. “You’re so cute. Just relax for me, love, okay?”

Before he could process your words, you pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek. Then another. And another.  

Venti blinked, utterly stunned as you peppered kisses all over his face— his temples, his nose, the corners of his lips. Every little press of your lips sent sparks through him, and he swore his entire mind had turned to mush.  

You giggled at his adorably dazed expression, placing a quick peck on his forehead before pulling back just enough to admire your handiwork. His eyes were lidded, his cheeks painted in a lovely shade of red, and his lips parted as if he had completely forgotten how to speak.  

“Hmm, looks like I finally turned your mind blank,” you teased, booping his nose with your fingertip.  

Venti let out a breathy chuckle, blinking slowly as if trying to gather his thoughts. “You… You little minx,” he finally managed, hiding his flushed face against the dip between your neck and shoulder, completely disarmed by your affections.  

You only giggled in response before cupping his face once more, bringing him in for a series of quick, playful kisses against his lips, one after the other. It was so light yet so dizzying that he couldn’t even begin to keep up.  

More, more… 

That was all Venti could think. He was completely under your spell now, his mind reduced to a single chant, demanding more. He felt like he was drowning in your kisses, every press of your lips against his only fueling his growing need for you.

He leaned in, chasing after your kisses, but they were too fleeting, too teasing for him to get his fill. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer, desperate to get more of your sweet torture.

Venti craved more of your kisses. 

He disregarded any thoughts swarming in his mind as he solely focused on the sensation of your lips touching his again and again. He looked up at you, pleading, begging to give him your love. To spoil him rotten with your kisses. To drown him in your affection until he could think of nothing else but you.

His breath came in soft, uneven pants, and his teal eyes were hazy with pure adoration as he gazed at you with parted lips, and flushed cheeks. He was completely and utterly lost in you. He looked so beautiful like this, so vulnerable and lovesick, that you couldn’t help but grant his unspoken wish.  

You leaned in once more, pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of his lips, then another to his jawline. His breath hitched, his hands gripping your waist as if to anchor himself, but you weren’t done yet.  

Trailing your kisses upward, you placed one on his nose, then both cheeks, before moving to his forehead. “Oh, Venti,” you cooed, your voice like a gentle melody, “you really love this, don’t you?”  

Venti was putty in your hands as he let out a breathy whine, though it was shaky, almost dazed. “How could I not?” he murmured, his voice laced with drunkenness, thick and dreamy. “My angel is kissing me nonstop… she’s showering me with the sweetest gifts I could ever receive.”  

“Better than dandelion wine?”

“Better than dandelion wine,” he repeated.

Your heart swelled at his words, and in response, you peppered even more kisses all over his face, moving faster, lighter—your lips flitting over every inch of his skin like the softest of raindrops. His nose, his eyelids, his temples— no part of him was left untouched by your love.

He wanted every bit of your attention, every ounce of your affection. At that moment, the only thing that mattered was losing himself in your kisses.

Venti groaned softly, his body trembling slightly under the weight of your affection. His mind was a complete blur, filled only with the warmth of your lips, the sound of your breathy giggles, and the intoxicating way you loved him.  

“Windblume,” he pleaded between kisses, his voice breathless, needy. “Don’t stop… not yet.”  

You smiled against his skin before pressing one last, lingering kiss to his lips. You kissed him again. And again. And again— until Venti could no longer think— until he was completely, utterly drunk in your love.

By the time you finally pulled away, Venti was a breathless, flustered mess. You could almost see multiple hearts popping out of his head from pure smitten love. His head rested against your shoulder as he tried to steady himself, catching his breath from all those nonstop, intoxicating kisses.  

“I… I… more…” he mumbled, his voice muffled against your skin.  

You laughed, running your fingers through his hair as you held him close. “You’ll get intoxicated if I keep going, honey.”  

“Don't… care… more kiss, me… please…” he mumbled as he stared off to a wall.

Venti, normally so articulate and quick-witted, was reduced to a mumbling mess. His words came out in half-formed sentences and pleas. It was both endearing and, in a way, a little alarming.

“Oh dear, even your sentences are falling apart…” you mused, unable to hide your amusement as you gazed at the lovesick bard in your arms. His usual poetic eloquence had completely crumbled from your series of affection, leaving him a dazed, mumbling puddle of adoration.  

Venti blinked slowly, his unfocused eyes still locked on some random spot on the wall. His lips were slightly parted, as if he was still trying to chase after the sensation of your kisses. The way he clung to you, his fingers gripping your clothes like you’d disappear if he let go, only made your heart melt further.  

“Think… can’t…” he murmured, voice weak but full of dreamy delight. “Only… you…”  

You chuckled at his pleading, running your fingers through his messy locks. "Aww, you want more, sweetheart?" you teased, shaking your head as you cupped his flushed cheeks. “Oh, my poor, love-drunk bard. You’ve completely short-circuited, haven’t you?” you cooed, stroking your thumb over his warm skin. 

Venti only let out a soft whimper in response, leaning fully into your touch, his body going slack as if surrendering himself entirely to your warmth. He nuzzled against your palm, sighing dreamily as if he were floating in the sky itself.  

You bit back another giggle before leaning in once more, pressing a final, featherlight kiss to his forehead. “There,” you whispered against his skin, “one last kiss to help bring you back to me.”  

A deep, shuddering sigh left his lips, his entire body relaxing as if that single kiss had been his salvation. His grip on you tightened slightly, his fingers curling into the fabric of your clothes, before he finally managed to whisper, “I… love… you…”  

You smiled, pressing your forehead against his. “I love you too, my dearest.”  

Venti finally melted completely in your arms, his mind still hazy but filled with nothing but love, warmth, and the lingering sensation of your kisses.

put one who’s completely touch deprived and another who is fully smitten for their significant other together in a room and you get yourself a sappy couple stupid in love with each other. 

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Birthday | Venti x Reader x Himmel

It’s the twins’ birthday! And what more is the best way to celebrate it with them?

note: and now last scheduled post for their bday event! this was written june 12, four more days before venti and himmel bb’s bday. what a good way to end this bday event :>

artist: mizuamememe

warning: NSFW content

word count: 4.4k

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Third Wheel Anecdotes | Venti x Reader

Venti is so expressive of his love for you he wants everyone to know you’re dating the greatest bard in Mondstadt; aka Dvalin, Diluc, Aether, and Paimon feel like they are third wheeling 

rahhh happy birthday to my hubby <33 here's one of the bday special fics ive written for him. supposedly it's gonna be a three different post, but given they all have the same premise but different plot, i just merged them instead. also it's up to you if these three stories are the same mc or not :>

word count: 4k

Dvalin (Stormterror’s Lair)

“Stay put! I can’t properly apply the eyeliner on you if you keep moving,” you huffed as you shifted on his lap and leaned forward, carefully drawing the black tip over his eyelids.

“Alright, alright. You’re too irresistible.” Venti smiled with his eyes closed, his hands over your thighs while you kept your focus on him. He hummed a random tune while waiting for you to finish. After a couple of minutes, you moved back and admired your handiwork.

Venti looked like the most adorable model. The winged eyeliner accentuated his large eyes and made him look even prettier. You had opted to go for a lighter lipstick for him, as he would have complained about the taste, but you decided to apply a simple lip tint nonetheless.

“Can I open my eyes now?” he asked, only to let out a grunt as you moved against his lap once more. Your giggles brushed past his ears in airy breaths before he felt something soft pressing against his cheek. 

“Keep them closed. I want to test the others,” you murmured, already rummaging through your pouch looking for a good test to apply to him. He let a smile crawl on his face and his fingers drifted down to your thighs, tracing slow, affectionate patterns against your skin. 

You shifted a little, reaching for another lip tint that you had packed and hoping to find just the right shade for his delicate, annoyingly perfect features.

You have two options: Valberry Dew and Sunsettia Kiss. Both of them would look great on him but you couldn’t choose. 

Your eyes wandered and caught sight of a familiar, massive figure curled up in the distance. Dvalin was resting under the shade of a tree nearby, his wings folded neatly around his body, one sharp blue eye half-lidded as he watched the two of you.

“Dvalin! Which color do you think would look great on Venti?” you called out, holding up both options toward the dragon.

Dvalin lifted his head slightly at the sound of your voice. His nostrils flared as he considered the colors, sniffing once, then tilting his head toward the Sunsettia Kiss. 

“Good choice!” A pleased grin spread across your face.

Venti, still blindfolded by his own closed lids, let out a chuckle. “What did he say?”

“Nothing~” you replied sweetly, already uncapping the tint. “But he has excellent taste.”

The dragon gave a short huff in reply and nestled back into his resting spot, content to play silent witness to the ridiculousness unfolding in front of him. When out of nowhere, a loud gasp came from your direction, alerting him.

A pair of lips suddenly pressed against yours. 

Your breath hitched, the lip tint falling out of your grasp while Venti kept one hand behind your head. His lips moved against yours with practiced ease. It was soft and gentle, far from the usual teasing pecks he’d sneak when you were distracted.

When he finally pulled back, he licked his lips and tilted his head, eyes fluttering open with a sly, thoughtful look.

“Did you put on a new lip tint? It tastes different.” 

You blinked, completely thrown off as blush crept up to your cheeks. Flustered, you looked away and tucked your hair behind your ear.

“Oh— um, uh… y-yeah…”

“Can I taste it once more?” he asked, already leaning in again. His gaze locked onto your tinted lips and lingered there.

Before you could even think to answer him, he was already on you. 

His arms wrapped around your frame, completely trapping you, and your hands curled into a fist against his chest. His lips found yours with a touch more insistence this time. He kissed you once, twice, then nibbled lightly on your bottom lip. He hummed thoughtfully as he pulled back a fraction, just enough to speak.

“Is it cherry?” Venti guessed with his eyes half-lidded, lips barely brushing yours.

You shook your head and your lover pouted before leaning down once more to press another kiss. His brows furrowed together and you couldn’t help but giggle at how frustrated he looked trying to guess the new flavor, completely forgetting— or in Venti’s case, ignoring— Dvalin’s presence.

“What flavor is this? It’s fruity than your usual,” he muttered as he pulled you close to him, making yourself comfortable sitting on his lap. 

You looked away, trying (and failing) to hide your flustered smile.

Venti didn’t waste a second to latch another kiss.

“Watermelon?” he guessed again. 

“Nope.”

He planted another kiss.

“Apple?”

You shook your head, holding back a giggle as you leaned into him expectantly, silently urging him to try again.

And just as you hoped, he fell for the bait. The next few minutes were spent with his lips repeatedly on yours, guessing the mystery flavour. With every kiss, every failed guess, his frustration grew.

“Berry? Grape? Plum?”

All you gave him were soft, breathless no’s.

At this point, the taste of your lip tint was no longer there, only to be replaced by the familiar taste of him. He broke the kiss with a whine.

“Put some more on. I can't taste anything anymore." 

You chuckled, seeing that his lips were smudged with your lip tint. You gently wriggled in his lap to grab your pouch. He loosened his grip to let you move with his eyes trailing your every motion.

You caught him watching and quickly hid the pouch behind you.

“Hey, no cheating! I don’t want you to see the label,” you told him with your cheeks puffed together. Venti quickly squeezed his eyes shut and you could barely hold in your laughter as you applied the lip tint carefully, taking your time.

Once you applied a decent amount, you tossed the tube aside and slipped your arms around his neck to pull him down.

“Done,” you whispered.

Venti smiled and returned to kissing you. 

His lips moved against yours more slowly. His hands cupped your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks, causing you to giggle softly. When his tongue slid along your bottom lip, you parted your mouth instinctively and let him in.

The kiss deepened.

Just before Venti could enjoy the taste of your lips on his and take another guess, a sudden force yanked at his cape.

“What the—?!”

Venti was torn away from you with a loud yelp. You gasped as the motion caused you to topple sideways onto the grass, managing to catch yourself just in time. When you looked up, he was hanging in the air, his cape in between Dvalin’s maw.

The dragon’s eyes were narrowed and a deep, rumbling huff escaped his nostrils that was less threatening and more exasperated. He gave Venti a small warning nudge before the bard slipped off his cape and fell on the grass with a dull thud.

He groaned and rubbed his head. “Really, Dvalin? Just when things are getting better?”

Dvalin let out a low growl that almost resembled a sigh before flopping back down under the tree.

You pressed your lips together, shoulders shaking with laughter as you crawled over to Venti and helped him sit up.

“I think he’s done playing the third wheel,” you said, amused.

Venti glanced over at the dragon, then at you.

“What a jealous dragon,” he muttered with a smug little hum. “He's just jealous you put a lot of attention on me and—” he pointed to his lips, smudged with a deep, rosy pink hue. "—I get to taste my darling's sweet lips."

You rolled your eyes, swatting his arm lightly. Just as he leaned in, a wicked glint flickered in his eye, already scheming his next move.

“Mind if I take another guess?”

Aether and Paimon (Mondstadt City)

Crossing paths with the blonde traveler and his floating companion was not on Venti’s list. 

The day had started perfectly. The sunlight dripped gently through the canopy above as you sat beside him beneath the great tree at Windrise. Your head rested on his shoulder, his fingers absently brushing through your hair while the wind hummed soft tunes around you. 

The morning was peaceful and quiet. Just the two of you, nothing else but the rustling of leaves.

When he saw the sky was clear, he turned to you and invited you to walk with him in Mondstadt city. He wanted to spend more time with you, keep this date a little longer until the day ends.

Of course, you accepted it.

As the two of you strolled along the main path, your fingers laced together and shoulders bumping gently with each step, Venti often flirted. He spoke in that lyrical, teasing tone of his— half flirty, half poetry— as he commented on every flower, every bird, every little thing that reminded him of you.

You giggled, hands over your lips to stifle your laughs while Venti kept looking at you with those familiar lovesick, smitten eyes he always wore when he was with you.

Just as he was about to make another flirty remark, you heard a familiar voice joining in.

“Heya, Venti and [Name]!”

That high-pitched voice was so recognizable and unmistakable. Venti saw your eyes light up as you turned, and your eyes met with Aether’s golden ones. 

“Oh! Aether and Paimon! It’s nice seeing you both again here in Mondstadt!” 

Aether returned your smile with a wave, walking up to you while Paimon floated slightly ahead of him. The two didn’t seem surprised at all to see your fingers laced with Venti’s or how close you stood together. 

They were already well aware of your relationship. But there was a subtle look exchanged between them. The kind that said oh, they’re being like that again.

“It’s good to see you too,” Aether said and looked back between you and the bridge leading to the city. “You two heading back to the city?”

“We are,” Venti answered. “The breeze told us Mondstadt would be especially lovely today.”

“And by breeze, he means he got bored and dragged me along,” you added with a playful roll of your eyes.

Venti gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “How dare you reveal my secret agenda! Now I’ll have to serenade you twice as much to win your forgiveness!”

Paimon floated between you all with a sigh. “You two are so mushy sometimes… but it’s kinda cute, not gonna lie.”

Aether chuckled under his breath, then offered, “We were just thinking of grabbing lunch at Good Hunter. Wanna join us?”

You glanced at Venti, and he smiled softly, brushing a bit of hair from your cheek. “Sounds delightful. What do you think, love?” He asked you.

“Sure! Lunch sounds perfect.”

Now, back to the present. Venti had planned to spend some alone time with you. The encounter with the two companions may have some changes in plans, but that didn’t mean he would stop admiring you. 

With the four of you settled beneath the shade of a veranda, you and Venti sat side by side with your shoulders pressed together. He leaned in as he spoke, whispering playful little comments that only you could hear, and teasing you with half-finished lines and exaggerated pouts. Your laughter bubbled up more than once, and each time it did, Venti’s eyes sparkled.

Aether tried to keep the conversation going. From talking about commissions to new monster sightings, but his gaze kept flicking between the two of you. Your entwined hands resting on the table, the way Venti’s fingers lightly traced yours as you listened to the Traveler’s stories with a faint smile, it’s hard to feign ignorance.

Even Paimon, usually chatty and animated, had gone unusually quiet. When you felt Venti’s gaze on you when the two companions had gone silent all of a sudden, he just smirked and twirled your hair around his finger without a word. Paimon watched the couple with a blank and deadpan expression.

Fortunately, the meals arrived, ceasing Venti’s nonstop flirtatious antics. But it didn’t end there. Goodness, no. 

When your eyes glanced at Venti’s honeyed apple tart, your lover immediately caught on to it. He didn’t hesitate to slice a piece and held the fork up to your lips.

You blinked, then reluctantly leaned forward, taking the sweet tart on your lips. Venti’s small smirk hadn’t faltered yet as he rested his chin onto his palm and watched you quietly chew with warm cheeks. It was as if he were deliberately trying to make Aether and Paimon uncomfortable, letting them be third wheels in what was clearly a romantic date.

“So, uh… how’s things going on—“

“Mind if I try yours?” Venti cut off Paimon, ignoring their stares as he looked at you expectantly. 

But he didn’t care. All he wanted was to jump on you and kiss and bite your cheeks if you didn’t stop being so adorable.

Paimon’s face turned to one of disgust and annoyance at the bard’s rude interruption. How did you even end up falling for him? What was so appealing about him? How did he even manage to get the heart of Mondstadt’s sweetheart? 

While Paimon was busy internally cursing Venti, you scooped up the sliced Meatnado and brought the fork close to Venti’s lips. He leaned forward and opened his mouth, a small smile tugging at the corners as the flavours of the meat sparked in his tongue with each chew. 

You giggled and put the utensil down to wipe off the small sauce on his lips with a napkin. Venti gazed at you with loving eyes, taking in every little detail about you that made him fall for you all over again. He felt so lucky to have you. It was almost like you were sent to him by Celestia.

“So, how did it taste?” you asked.

“Hmm, your cooking tastes better.”

“Venti!”

You lightly smacked his arm, glaring at him with a red face. “Don’t say that here! It’s rude to give comments like that when we’re eating here!”

“I’m just being honest!” Venti pouted and raised his hands in the air in mocking defense. His eyes softened when he saw your flustered state. He cupped your face and turned it so you were facing him. Your gaze locked with his, making you feel flustered even more.

Venti leaned forward and gave you a kiss on your cheek. His hand caressed the other side, rubbing soft circles. You placed your hand over his, feeling his warmth spread through your body.

Paimon watched the two lovebirds being affectionate, her eyes deadpan and twitching as one tiny hand held her fork against the honey roast. Aether chewed, doing his best to ignore the hearts being smacked right at his face.

You and Venti were really into the moment that you forgot Paimon and Aether were there.

The Honorary Knight sighed and turned to Paimon. The fairy grumbled and looked at him with the same disgusted and tired face. 

“I don’t think I’m in the mood to eat…” she mumbled. “Bringing them here together was a mistake,” she added, only for her to earn a glare from her companion. 

Fortunately, you two were too in love to hear her remark. If Venti had heard that, he would’ve flung Paimon with a snap of his finger while your attention was elsewhere. Instead, she busied herself chomping on the delicious food. Might as well eat this all up when they have paid for this meal. Paimon didn’t like to waste such good food.

Aether glanced back at the couple, only to be smacked by multiple hearts again, this time it increased by a tenfold he was close to drowning from being a third wheel upon hearing Venti flirting with you and you giggling. 

The bard rested his elbow against the wooden table and placed his chin on his palm as his other hand twirled your hair around his index finger. He leaned close and whispered to your ear, earning him another one of your lighthearted chuckles as you pushed his shoulder away. Venti smirked and continued playing with your hair as you brought the fork to his mouth once more.

Oh, to be in love… 

Diluc (Angel’s Share)

The small bell ringing across the tavern’s door caused the red-haired bartender to shift his attention from the glass he was cleaning. Upon seeing your face, he let out a relieved sigh.

“You finally came. He’s over there, passed out.” Diluc said, flicking his eyes over to the green-clad person asleep on the wooden table.

You gave him a grateful nod and carefully treaded to the sleeping figure. Gently, you nudged Venti’s shoulder.

“Love? Wake up, it’s getting late.”

The bard softly groaned as his fingers twitched. Then, his head lifted sluggishly, tousled hair swaying as he blinked his glassy teal eyes at you.

“Darling…?” he slurred with a slow smile before suddenly lurching toward you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

You nearly stumbled backward as he buried his face into your neck, lips brushing against the skin in sloppy, affectionate kisses. “Mmm, I missed you sooo much,” he mumbled, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as his lips found your pulse.

“Venti, not here…” you scolded gently, hands pushing at his shoulders in an attempt to pry him off. “People are watching.”

“But I missed you…” He whined, lifting his head and puckering his lips. “Can’t I show my love to you in front of everyone?”

He leaned in, clearly aiming for a kiss. You quickly placed your palm over his mouth before he could get any closer.

“Not like this, sweetheart,” you murmured with a small sigh.

Venti blinked, eyes unfocused and adorably confused. With a gentle tug, you led him back to the seat he had abandoned in his excitement and eased him into the chair.

“Stay here, okay? I’ll ask Diluc for some water.”

As you moved to the bar and requested a glass, Venti leaned forward with his arms out like a child demanding to be held. The moment you returned, he pulled you close again. This time, he rested his head on your chest with a sigh of contentment as you wrapped your arms around him, cradling him like a fussy toddler.

“There, there… you’re okay now,” you cooed softly and took off his beret. Your fingers stroked through his messy locks while he nuzzled against you.

“[Name]…” he mumbled, voice muffled into your collar, “I really, really love you. I wanna marry you and live together forever…”

You let out a soft chuckle as you continued brushing his hair. “We’re already married, silly.”

You held up your hand and showed him your ring where it sparkled faintly in the tavern’s lighting.

Venti squinted at it then pouted.

“Then… I wanna marry you twice. No—thrice!”

You laughed, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. “You can marry me as many times as you want. But only if you sober up first.”

He groaned dramatically and buried his face back into your chest.

“…That’s so much work…”

Diluc walked to your table and silently slid the glass of water toward you with a dry, unamused look.

You smiled and mouthed a silent thank you.

It took almost forever to get Venti to sober, but at least his mind was halfway clear. He was no longer swaying, though he stubbornly remained nestled against your chest like a clingy cat. His fingers were laced with yours beneath the table, and his thumb occasionally brushed affectionately over your ring.

Still tipsy, he sometimes muttered and whispered sweet nothings to you, but the silence, together with your hand brushing his hair, was the best feeling he ever had. Just basking in your presence and letting your words drift in his ears like a lullaby, it almost made him fall asleep.

All was peaceful to ease Venti’s drunken state, until some patrons from a few tables away let out a wheezy laugh.

“Aww, look at the bard! All cuddled up like a baby bird with his missus!”

“Should we get you a bottle or a pacifier, Venti?” another chimed in.

A few others laughed, clanking their mugs together. One even mimicked a kissing noise. The teasing was good-natured and the usual drunken shenanigans. Venti, however, froze.

Still clinging to you, he lifted his head with a dazed, mildly irritated squint toward the laughing crowd. “Hah…? A baby bird, was it…?”

You stiffened, already recognizing the sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

Before you could stop him, Venti sat up straighter with his brows furrowed together. “I’ll show them who’s a baby bird.”

Then, without warning, he cupped your face in both hands and pulled you into a deep kiss.

Your breath caught as he kissed you right there in the open. His lips pressed hungrily against yours, and he tilted your chin just right, coaxing a little noise from you as his fingers wove into your hair. 

Gasps erupted around the tavern. A few clapped, some whistled in amusement, and one let out a scandalized woah.

You barely managed to push him back as your face burned hot. “Venti!”

He turned over his shoulder, drunkenly glaring at them before shouting, “And for your information, good sir, this is my wife. And I love her more than your wife loves you!”

The words were slurred and a bit incomprehensible, but the message? It was loud and clear. No one could ever mishear him.

You covered your face with your hand. You were too stunned, too flustered to even scold him.

But the crowd loved it.

Cheers erupted from every corner. Some raised their mugs and howled with laughter. Others began slapping their tables, hyping him up even more. It only took one bold voice to start the chant:

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

And suddenly, half the tavern was joining in. The chanting and noises were like a rowdy festival. You felt bad that the loud ruckus inside the tavern might have disturbed the other houses nearby.

Venti rubbed his lips with his sleeves and gently took your chin between his fingers and tilted your head up. 

The tavern held its breath.

Chairs scraped. Mugs stilled mid-air. Some leaned over their tables to get a better view. A few even stood, their eyes wide, waiting for the moment your lips would meet again.

“Is he actually going to…?”

“No way…”

“Oh my archons, someone paint this—”

Venti slowly leaned in. The gap was closing in… Just a little closer—

Clink.

The sound of glass slamming against wood snapped like thunder through the air.

"Alright, that’s it."

Diluc’s voice cut clean through the commotion and all heads turned. The tavern owner’s crimson eyes glowed with irritation.

“Out.”

You and Venti froze, his lips still hovering inches from yours.

Diluc’s eye twitched. “Out. Both of you. Now.”

Venti blinked, clearly still tipsy and confused. “But—but I haven’t kissed my darling wife yet—”

“Get. Out.”

The tavern door slammed shut a moment later.

Outside, the night air was cool and quiet, a sharp contrast to the chaos behind you. You had to drag Venti out by the arm, and he stumbled slightly, pushing you back until you were pinned between him and the wall.

He turned to you with a dreamy sigh. “I was so close…”

You huffed and glared at him. “You made a scene.”

“I made a statement,” he corrected proudly, snuggling into your shoulder. “Also, you’re welcome. Everyone now knows I love you. A lot.”

He nipped your neck and chuckled when you yelped, feeling him suck at the skin there.

“Venti…” you warned, placing your hands firmly on his chest to push him back, but he didn’t budge. His body leaned heavily against yours, and his arms circled your waist.

“Come on, admit it. You enjoyed it when I kissed you there, sweetheart~” He nuzzled his cheek against yours, his hands sliding over your sides and caressing your body. “Or maybe you want more than a kiss?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Kiss me again and you’ll be sleeping on the couch.”

He raised both of his hands in surrender. “Not the couch. Anything but the couch, my love.”

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH VENVEN BDAY ART IS HERE

HAPPIEST BDAY MY LOVE HUSBAND POOKIE SWEETHEART CUTE BARD <33333

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Wind der Freiheit | Venti x Reader

Making a Dandelion Wine flavored cake is a lot harder than you thought it would be.

note: yahoo~ past elli here and this is the first post for the twin bards’ bday event! this was written on june 13 and a scheduled post so it’s either im wide awake or fast asleep for their bday but here ya go!

artist: mizuamememe

word count: 2.6k

           Today is the day. You never thought the day is finally here and you’ve been always waiting to celebrate this with a certain bard. Taking one final look at your work, you take a step back to see the whole masterpiece you have baked to give as a gift for Venti.

           June 16. It is Venti the Bard’s birthday. The all three-time winner of the most popular bard of Mondstadt. The bard who always goes to the tavern, Angel’s Share, to get wasted from drinking the city’s most beloved and well-known Dandelion Wine. Heaving a sigh, you looked down at the cake that was designed with vanilla and mint icing and a message that read as “Happy Birthday!”

           This was your very own special and original recipe of a Dandelion Wine cake, or as what you’d rather call it, Wind der Freiheit. To think of making a wine a flavor for a cake recipe was something you haven’t done yet so this was a big challenge. And yet you fear to know what this cake would taste like. 

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Im so excited to read ur fics for Ventis birthday i already know it will be amazing(.⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠) , words simply cannot describe how much i love ur writing, and the way u write Ventis personality its so perfect

It was fun writing these stories! Ive actually prepped them since valentines and did some proof reading and grammar checks

There are some scenes that made me giggle and blush lmaoo but hey if it worked on me then hopefully it’ll work on for everyone else as well! Unlike the previous bday fics i have posted, this 2025 is just tooth rotting fluff with some few cracks (except for the nsfw. it always gets freaky with venven ahshshd)

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All my venti bday fics are just him and his darling being so disgustingly in love lmao they’re so inseparable like lovebirds literally and metaphorically

Anyways enjoy the feast soon and there will be some scheduled reblogs of my other works for those who havent read some of my venti fics!