#genshin venti x reader

[genshin-scenarios]

pacts and their marks: demon au

Summary: Where you've accidentally summoned a demon (you’re an exorcist) and now you’re in a pact with them! They’re now your assistant of sorts, some more willing than others…

Characters: Venti, Xiao, Lyney, Wanderer

Content warnings: minor injury and blood (Xiao), mentions of fire and smoke with allusions to death (Lyney), mentions of death and human experimentation (Wanderer)

Generally speaking, Venti likes to float rather than walk if he can help it; he’s gotten the habit of flitting around your form often, hanging off your shoulders and clinging on to you absentmindedly. You might be more annoyed about it if it wasn’t for his voice as he greets you, light and deceptively soothing.

Venti’s music hypnotizes the heart. Whether it be singing or another instrument, he has the ability to convince any being, living or dead, to do as he wishes—so long as his melody isn’t overpowered by their strength of mind.

Honestly, sometimes you wonder if he’s testing the safety-precautions of your pact. You’re invulnerable to his powers thanks to it, but with the way he endears himself towards you, you wonder if his true motive was to steal your affections in another way.

He’s one of the rare demons that blend in with people well. You found him as a spirit living inside an antique lyre; while Venti says he was sleeping there for a lack of anything to do, you have a feeling that there’s another story behind his attachment to the item. He often uses it in battle—its strings glowing with an old magic that matches the shade of his eyes and braids.

You sometimes forget how deadly it is to lose one’s mind in the heat of a fight, when Venti’s lying next to you on the bed as he scrolls on your spare phone. Noticing your attention he peers up, twirling his hair—currently unbraided—between his fingers.

For how much he teases you about praising him, Venti’s never mentioned anything about playing his music to get rid of your nightmares. One time, when you were especially sick, you recall him singing a song in a language you didn’t recognise.

It was hauntingly beautiful, and so was the way he brushed his hand through your hair, too gentle compared to the demons you had to hunt down.

Xiao’s most unique feature had to be his wings; the same dark shade as his hair, dipped in streaks of teal.

During a quiet night, he’d told you they used to be white as snow and gilded with gold. But an angel that kills to protect is destined to fall from the clouds, shrouded by the ghosts of those they have slain.

You know there are others like him, but he says they’ve succumbed to corrosion. He is the only one left, and is one of the only demons you’ve met that hunt down their own species. In an effort to save him from his own corrosion, you’d made a pact with Xiao to link your life forces. 

Despite how he’d told you to leave him, his spirit still reached for yours—towards any form of light and warmth it could meet. Xiao still finds the marks of the pact distasteful, however, always glancing at the dark patterns now etched into your skin. You tell him it’s more reassuring than not, now that you can summon him with a call of his name.

If there’s one word to describe his powers, it’s destructive in every form of the word. Xiao leaves the battlefield entirely demolished after a fight. Sometimes he struggles to control his strength, but it’s been getting easier to do so with your presence to balance his. 

He prefers to throw himself in as the weapon. Which is why when you’re the one that gets injured this time around, all Xiao can do is panic. He holds you in his arms, frozen as he realizes he cannot help.

Thankfully, it wasn’t a serious wound. But after that, Xiao has been a lot more protective of you; almost hyper-aware.

“W—What are you doing, Xiao?” You flinch as he bites into your palm, drawing a small line of blood. 

Xiao hums. “Did you know that even using your blood, I can only heal you a limited amount with our pact?” Another bite, this time with his fangs, frustrated. “Keep that in mind the next time you plan on getting hurt.” You’re lucky the hospital could treat you this time around.

All Lyney knows is that he was reborn in a fire. At the back of his mind, he’s searching for his siblings—though he’s not sure where they are.

Like smoke filling a room, Lyney’s able to create illusions that trick all the senses. At your first meeting, he’d tried this on you; only for one of your protective amulets to diffuse his powers, revealing a larger demon he’d been working with that’d been ready to devour you. 

Suffice to say, Lyney was quick to switch sides once he noticed that you were winning. That, and the demon he was working with turned out to have lied about having a lead for him. After noticing your potential as a partner, he’d been quick to scout for your help.

He often uses his illusions to fool enemies into fighting one-another, redirecting their attention away—but after the pact, Lyney seems to lose his larger-than-life traits and falls into a casual routine with you. It makes you wonder if he’d been human before this, though sometimes he’s more cat-like than not.

If nothing else, he does like to put on a show when you’re faced with a battle. He makes your job easy, considering that your bond allows you to see past his illusions and maneuver around enemies, finding the perfect blind spots. Despite the oddity of your partnership, you start to enjoy the pattern of working with Lyney, from your smooth conversations to his smarts. 

One thing that does throw him off however, is when a demon you were trying to exorcize attempts to form a pact with you. Not that you can’t have multiple pacts at once, but it’s the first time you’ve seen Lyney openly aggressive towards an enemy, striking it with a sharp bolt of flame that diffuses it long enough for you to dispose of it.

With the threat gone, Lyney was quick to check on you, looking for any traces the other demon might’ve left behind. He calms down once he finds nothing, eyes widening when he realizes your faces are only inches apart.

“I…” He looks like he’s about to apologize, but decides against it. “Please don’t make a pact with anyone else. I don’t want to feel like that ever again.”

When you first met, Wanderer had tried to turn you into a puppet.

It was his power, after all—to attach strings onto any form and take control of them. These strings could be cut off, but it would only take so long for him to attach them again.

Most people don’t survive their encounters with him, but you’d managed to trap him into a pact right before things went dire. Now you could restrain his actions to a certain extent, though Wanderer would always push against your control, keeping you on your guard.

Many coworkers have told you to simply be rid of him—but just as you’d tricked Wanderer into a pact with you, he’s since linked your heart with his soul. That is to say, if he was exorcized, you’d be going down with him.

It’s a small relief to learn that Wanderer could also puppeteer other demons, thus you put him to work on the field by your side, turning into an unwilling duo. He has a habit of not doing anything unless you make it a ‘command’, leaning closer with a challenge in his eyes even as an enemy charged at the both of you. 

Then, with a snap of his fingers, they’d stop mid-air. As large as the pact's patterns are on your skin, you had to admit that Wanderer’s power was a deadly one.

You’ve always wondered why he had no reactions to injuries; no matter how serious, you’ve never seen Wanderer express pain. Much, much later into your partnership, you learn that he’s become numb to physical sensations a long time ago. And that him turning into a demon was a gift of reprieve more than not, as he’d destroyed and escaped from an experimental facility shortly after.

During a fight where you'd been affected by a tranquilising venom, Wanderer had been the one to save you; your eyes met briefly as you felt his strings take a hold of your form.

“Don't make me look bad now.” He'd said. “Just relax.” 

With not much of a choice, you allowed him to guide your movements. Somehow, it does feel different compared to your first encounter with his powers. With a push and pull between the strings, you could almost say it felt like a dance.

Were Wanderer's movements always this graceful?

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[aluiferuous]

SUBJECTS: mondstadt boys, genshin impact. TYPE: comfort, fluff. CATEGORIZATIONS: gender neutral reader, physical touch (hugging, hand holding, mild kissing but not on the lips, etc,) sharing a bed, potential romantic undertones, unspecified nightmare, extremely brief violence (bennett hits you to wake you up lol). ARCHIVIST’S NOTES: you wake up from a nightmare. luckily, someone is there to comfort you.

  after perhaps the fourth or fifth repetition of your name, your eyes snap open, and you stare blankly at albedo. he stares back, brows creased with concern. “can i touch you?” he whispers, barely audible. you manage a nod, and he very carefully takes your hand. you inhale slowly, trying to match the rhythm of his breathing. albedo handles you like glass, merely sitting beside you for a moment. he asks, “do you want to talk about it?” and you merely shake your head. “alright. i’m here for you.” you give him a small smile, and lift your interlocked hands to your lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “i know,” you murmur.

  in your defense, you were only acting accordingly. when someone slaps you in the face, even in the throes of a nightmare or the embrace of sleep, it’s only natural for you to respond in turn. so that’s how you wake up already mid-slap, bennett looking at you with wild eyes. you wrench your hand back as if it’s been burned, and bennett grins, apparently unconcerned by the fact that you were about to hit him. “sorry,” you say, more than a little alarmed. “are you okay?” bennett asks earnestly, taking both your hands in his. “do you need anything? water, warm milk, tea—”?” “no, bennett, i-i’m fine. just…” you squeeze his hands, offering a smile. “just you.”

  it takes you a while to come to, but once you do, with heaving chest and pounding heart, you’re enveloped in a warm embrace. diluc is never the touchy-feely type, not like you are, but he makes exceptions. you swallow thickly, turning to look at him. his eyes are shut firmly, though the speed of his breathing indicates he’s very much awake. wrapped in his strong arms, it’s hard to remember what you were so scared of in the first place. with a soft exhale, your eyes drift off, and you let sleep take you once more.

  you tear your eyes open with a shudder, the vestiges of your dream already fading like fog in the morning sun. you stare at the ceiling blankly, trying to gather your thoughts, and suddenly feel an ice-cold touch on the back of your neck. your whole body crumples in a flinch, and you grumble, “kaeya!” a soft laugh is the only reply you earn, an arm wrapping around your waist. “sorry,” he murmurs, not sounding even remotely so. “what were you dreaming about?” and oddly enough, you don’t even remember.

  razor likes to sleep in piles, so it’s not alarming when you wake up to him all curled up, practically lying on your chest. you clear your throat, wriggling away from him if only so you can breathe, and razor barely seems to stir as he wraps an arm around you, holding you in place. you let out a sigh, wrapping an arm around him in turn. you can feel his heartbeat where your chests connect, steady and even. you listen to it for a moment, waiting for the pounding of yours to slow, and razor opens one eye to peer at you. when you look back, he closes it quickly, feigning sleep. you can’t help but smile and reach up to ruffle his hair, letting out a slow breath. you can’t even remember why you woke in the first place.

  neither of you are strangers to nightmares. it’s a good day when neither of you has one, but a rare one. you’re unsurprised when you wake up covered in sweat, a dying scream pulling at your vocal chords. venti barely seems to have noticed, but the way that he’s wrapped around you like a cocoon indicates otherwise. you wince, rubbing your eyes wearily. “sorry,” you whisper, voice hoarse. “don’t be,” venti replies. you let out a slow breath, releasing all the air from your lungs, and listen to the sound of his heartbeat, and the soft hum of a long-forgotten hymn upon his lips.

[cupids-chamber]

"I'M CALLING, SINCE THIS MAY JUST BE OUR LAST TIME SPEAKING TOGETHER", what a amazing start to the two of your phone call, can he even hear himself right now.. you were worried sick.. as he ever so dramatically explained his condition to you, and of course as the adoring partner you are, you rushed over to their place, expecting them to be ill beyond your wildest imagination.. except they simply had THE COMMON FLU, "You're not gonna die from a common flu, love" you stated, which resulted in your lover pouting. "Come here, I might die and your looking at something else but me?" you sighed, "Your not dying, once again.. it's the common flu, everyone get's it, once in their life!" "EASY FOR YOU TO SAY, YOU'RE NOT THE ONE DYING!"

— VIL SCHOENHEIT, Kamisato Ayato, Venti, SEBEK ZIGVOLT, Childe, Kaeya Alberich, CATER DIAMOND, Neito Monoma, Tamaki Suoh, & ACE TRAPPOLA

© cupids-chamber, do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work without prior permission and or confirmation from me.

[ashrodisiac]

VENTI X READER ✯

• smut

Ashrodisiac's Note:

hrlp i made this during class

Venti's lips were on your nipple, the swell of your breast in his hand as he pinched your tit between his index and middle finger. When he pulled his needy mouth away, there was a string of saliva connecting him and your delicious flesh.

He looked at your expression, the way your lower lip was tucked under your teeth, little whines still managing to escape. Chest going up and down as you take shallow breaths, you were practically panting. He smiled against your flushed skin.

"You taste so good, windblume..."

[fantasygalaxie]

you're stealing from me again!? First my HEART now my SWEATSHIRT what are you going to steal next?

Yn: your last name

Scaramouche,xiao,venti,albedo,muichiro,yuichiro,giyuu,tanjiro,gojo,

[aurossaga]

To hold your hands

Venti x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff!

Word count: ~1k

Warnings: Alcohol mention

Summary:  His fingers twitch only for a quick moment, which would likely not have been very noticeable had you not been so familiar with the way Venti plays. Still, you notice.

As you finish brushing the dirt off your foraged mushrooms and carrots, your eyes drift over to your companion, sitting on a tree stump in the forest clearing. The sunlight catches his relaxed features perfectly as he carefully examines the string of his bow, making sure it wasn’t getting too loose. You pack up your bag, get up from the forest floor and make your way back over to him. He gives you a quick glance, the corners of his mouth curling up into a smile at the sight of you without him really thinking too hard about it.

“Done already?” Venti asks, getting up from his spot as well. The bow in his hands dissipates as he stores it away. It still puzzles you how vision holders can do that…

“Yep. I just have to wash all these when we get home.” You gesture to your bag, as you show him today’s findings. “Not many people come all the way out here. It didn’t take long to fill my bag.”

Venti laughs, putting a hand on your shoulder as he follows you back toward the path leading back to the city.

“Well, lucky us! Between everything we’ve gathered and the fine wines I brought along, I dare claim tonight’s dinner will be absolutely delectable!”

You nod absentmindedly, thinking of how to best prepare the vegetables once you get home. The soft crunch of your shoes on the gravelly path forms a sort of rhythm that you try to keep up as you walk, the chattering of birds and rustle of leaves becoming a nice backdrop as you listen to Venti going on about all sorts of things, occasionally offering your input. Before long, the two of you have made it back to your home.

While you prepare the ingredients for cooking, Venti sits in the living room, playing a few calming melodies on his lyre. As he plucks away at the strings, forming the most beautiful of tunes, you can’t help but listen, nearly losing all focus on your current task as you momentarily lose yourself in his enchanting compositions. The seamless flow of notes stalls for naught but a quick second, before picking up right where it left off. As you continue cutting up the ingredients and adding them to the pan, you wonder what could have caused him to stutter like that… Venti practically never hesitates when playing the lyre, even when he’s just practicing. Suddenly, you hear a quiet groan from the other room, as the music once again stalls for a moment. You add a splash of wine to the pan before reducing the heat and placing a lid on top, allowing it to simmer for a while as you step out of the kitchen.

When you enter the living room and find the source of the inconsistent song, you decide to observe him for a moment before interjecting. His brows are tightly knit together as if in deep concentration as he’s practically bent over the lyre in his hands, meticulously strumming out an old melody. His fingers twitch only for a quick moment, which would likely not have been very noticeable had you not been so familiar with the way Venti plays. Still, you notice. And it seems he is agonizing over it as well. He lets out an irritated sigh as he places the lyre down in defeat for now. Only then does he seem to notice you leaning against the doorframe, observing him.

“Oh, sorry. Were you listening? I can keep playing for you if you wish.” Venti reaches over towards the lyre again. His smile holds a grain of hesitation, one that you have gotten really good at noticing over the years. You often have to pry information like this out of him, things he neglected or ignored for himself. Without replying, you just walk over to him, and sit down next to him on the sofa. His somewhat confused expression quickly turns to a downcast one as you gently take his hands into your own.

“Ah…”

He sighs quietly. You study his expression. His deep blue and green eyes are avoiding your own gaze, his lips slightly parted as he struggles to come up with anything else to say. He knows he can't hide anything from you.

“Venti… you’ve been practicing an awful lot lately.” You softly tilt his chin up to make him look at you, as you offer him a calming smile. With your free hand, you gently rub calming circles into the palm of his hand.

“I… Yeah, maybe. Hehe…” Venti’s sheepish smile and nervous giggle makes you want to laugh a bit as well. He’s normally rather hard to read for most people, so he doesn’t really know how to handle how effortlessly you see through his facade. He doesn’t really notice how much he lets his guard down when you two are alone together either.

“Here, let me help.”

You grab onto his dominant hand with both of yours, gently applying pressure to the base of his fingers. You delicately rub his joints in circular motions, before continuing the gesture toward the palm of his hand. You remember to make sure to give the same attention to  both sides as you go. Venti is uncharacteristically quiet as you work, his eyes fixating on your delicate expression.

He is often told he can be a bit more trouble than most people are willing to put up with, but somehow, he never feels that way around you. You’ve always taken time out of your day to talk to him, inviting him along to menial tasks, listening to his ramblings, his poems, his songs…

And right now, as you so tenderly massage his aching muscles that he strained trying to write you a song as a thank you gift, he can no longer excuse the way heat rises to his cheeks or the way his heart beats ever so slightly faster around you. 

Right now, sitting opposite of you as your gentle hands massage his own, he realizes he’s fallen for you.

[anemoarchonhoe]

Commissioned by @udretlnea

Request: I'm thinking slice of life, second person, and it takes place in Mondstadt. The reader is well known and liked by practically everyone; they are currently there to observe the Alchemy Event going on right now- This is just set-up. I imagine Venti is there waiting w/ Diona for their potion order; then he sees Reader and he gets intrigued so he surprises them. The two walk out of earshot and have a pleasant chat about what's been going on- Since the fic is only 1k, I'd prefer to keep it short between them. Reader mentions how they're adjusting to their role as "Overseer of Teyvat" (implying this is a Creator!Sagau); they offhandedly mention how Khaenri'ah's been working on dimension hopping tech before Diona drags Venti away. And the fic ends with Reader feeling uneasy about opening Teyvat up, but they choose to ignore it to go and experience the event.

Thanks for commissioning me!

It is convenient; the fact that you obtained godlike power as soon as you stepped foot unto the soil of Teyvat. It had been a tremendous help in navigating these new lands you'd been transmigrated into and made life easier. Just like this time. It didn't really take long until you reached the venue where the Alchemy Event organized by the Knights of Favonius is, all due to your ability to teleport long distances. You shook your head to get out of your musings and began to look around your surroundings.

It was a modest event focused solely on alchemy. Unfamiliar faces from both Mondstadt and outside of it flocked the booths, tents and stands full of test tubes and questionably multicolored smoke to see what was happening. It soothes you to be normal for a few minutes… until people noticed you standing amongst them and bowed in your presence. The scene made you squirm a little where you stand, not totally uncomfortable but still unused to the attention. You raised a hand, as if blessing them, nodding your head to signal that they can resume the event. Which they do, but some approached you to either ask for a blessing, for guidance in their life's path, or simply to greet you. You are liked, perhaps not as loved as the archons despite ranking higher, but you prefer it that way. It's less expectations, after all.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the Overseer of the world."

"Heya, Your Grace!"

You carefully made your way past the crowd to reach the two people who called out your name. You smiled in relief; finally, people you know! Venti was looking at you with a bright smile with both hands on his hips and Diona is enthusiastically waving at you. You pat Diona, which the bartender swiped at with a playful hiss.

"Venti, Diona, hi!" You greeted them. "What a surprise to see you here. This is the last place I imagined you to hang around in."

"I understand you for thinking that way, but curiosity had gotten the best of me." Venti answered, and then assumed a serious thinking pose. You rolled your eyes playfully with a thinly veiled smile. He's going to ask something ridiculous, isn't he? "If alchemy has the power to transform matter, I wonder if it could also be used to turn water into wine?"

There it is. Diona fumed, but you cover her mouth with your hand and answered. "I could turn water into wine. Easy."

Venti's eyes widened. His smile as bright as the sun above. "Really?!"

"No." You're not sure. You probably could, if you tried.

"My hopes and dreams…" Venti fake-cried and pouted, but he immediately gets over it and smiles. "Anyway, what brought you here, Overseer?" He gestures for you to walk with him, so you follow, steps falling in line with his.

"Oh, you know," you vaguely wave your hand, trying to make sense of what you were feeling. "Just looking around. I got curious myself about alchemy so I came."

"Ah, I see," Venti nodded. You mentioned to him and the other archons on one of the traditional divine get togethers — brought back by Venti and Zhongli — that your world once studied alchemy. Turns out your alchemy is a sham and couldn't turn stuff to gold, but it did make way for the study of chemistry. "I hope you are enjoying yourself."

"Don't worry, I am. Especially since I'm with you."

Venti gave you a soft look."Aww. I'm honored, truly."

You laughed and gave him a push, your cheeks feeling a little warm from the attention. He snorted and retaliated by send a gentle breeze your way to mess your hair.

A companionable silence briefly falls over the two of you like a cozy blanket as you sit down on a bench with the perfect view of the event. A tiny explosion from some failed alchemical experiment echoed somewhere and you thought you heard the Traveler's surprised yelp and Paimon screeching from the same direction. You both ignored it.

"You seem busy these days, Overseer," The Anemo Archon finally broke the silence. "What have you been up to?"

"The usual. Making sure the Irminsul is healthy through checking with Nahida, keeping the Abyss Order in check, rebuilding Khaenri'ah- ah, since we're talking about the place, I should also mention that they're working on some advanced technology. Something about travelling through another dimension."

Venti nodded, but his face looks a little troubled. "Are you sure that's a great idea? With Celestia gone, there's nothing that can stop Khaenri'ah from fulfilling their dreams. However…"

There's just way too many risks. You can hear his unspoken words in your head. As far as you are aware, they're "digging" through time and space to get to the world where you came from. While interdimensional trade can certainly be advantageous for this world in both technological advancement and knowledge, you're afraid of the repercussions of messing around with wormholes and potential war that can erupt due to disputes borne of different culture and lust for more territory.

Humans are greedy creatures, after all.

But before you could answer, Diona is already running towards where you were both seated. She pants and places both hands on her knees. The girl huffs one last time and looks at the green-clad bard, irritated. "Where in Teyvat have you been?! Your potion is complete so come get it already!"

"Okay," he replied, standing up. "I hate to cut this conversation short, dear friend, but I must leave. I hope you enjoy the rest of the event."

You nodded with a tired smile, watching Venti follow Diona, who's doing her best to keep walking ahead of the bard in spite of her shorter legs. You feel a little uneasy about the future, your heart being seized with fear for this world you swore to protect.

For now, however, you want to enjoy this peaceful day. Perhaps you'll go greet the Traveller.

Word count: 1,000

Character count: 5,692

[abyssruler]

imagine a royalty au where venti is the reclusive king of mondstadt. no one else in the kingdom besides his closest retainers have ever seen his face, preferring to keep himself anonymous. you’re a helper at the local tavern, serving drinks and occasionally tending to the bar. there’s a bard that always performs in the tavern, and while everyone cheers and claps to his songs, you’re the only one who approaches him after the performance is over, asking him about his songs and what inspired him to write them, genuinely curious about him and his interests. and venti, who’s only ever been told by countless people as he grew up that music is a useless subject for the future king, slowly finds himself looking forward to the days where he can sneak out of the castle to play a tune for you, his heart warm at every praise that leaves your lips.

when venti suddenly asks what you think of king barbatos, you answer with how much it’ll lessen the people’s worries if he showed more of himself in public, reassuring everyone that he’s well and still there to lead monstadt. a week after that conversation, barbatos suddenly walks out of his castle and into broad daylight, a gleaming crown on his head that left no doubt about his identity to any onlookers.

there’s a knock on your door. the smiling face of the bard you’re so fond of greets you, along with what is possibly the entirety of mondstadt watching over his back, everyone eager to get a glimpse of their reclusive king.

“venti…?”

“barbatos, actually, sorry for the lie. but feel free to call me venti! it’s what my friends call me.” he sheepishly scratches his head, nearly dislodging the crown that costs more than your entire life’s worth of savings. “i’m not really one for theatrics, but you said it’d be great if i showed my face in public, so here i am!” he spreads his arms out like a gesture asking for a hug. “so, anyway, what do you say to lunch this afternoon? i did promise to repay you for all those drinks at the tavern.”

[donutsupremacy]

6reeze Smut Imagines

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Warnings

Written during 4.0

Idk how to smut tbh so brave urself

⚠️MINORS DNI, SMUT ONLY⚠️

Reader is gender neutral, but still has a hole— somewhere lol

Reader is submissive because I say so

Reader isn't traveller

Reader having a vision or not is up to your choice, it's irrelevant either way

Heizou is self-indulgent and long asf but let's pretend it's not

Xiao, Heizou and Scara give u crempie (Breeding kink kinda not exactly but uwu)

There's both degrading and praising I think u know who has which

ALL OF THESE ARE 100% CONSENSUAL AND YOU'RE THEIR S/O

Edg*ng (Aether)

C*ckw*rming (Venti)

Exh*biti*nism (Xiao)

Blindfolded (Kazuha)

S*mn*philia (Heizou)

Bondage (Wanderer)

Ooc 1000%

A/N: I'm too busy to do kinktober, but I decided to make this as a quick way to satiate my own thirsty ass

I probably wrote some of these kinks in a wrong way.

I kinda released this a few weeks ago by accident— those who somehow saw it before I made it private and then deleted it pls just ignore that it was a draft after all :'D

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MINORS DNI ⚠️

Aether (Edging)

Your teeth and nails sunk into his already sensitive, hot flesh, grunting as his hips snapped against yours violently. The bed underneath you creaks just as loud as the erotic sounds of his cock pistoning in and out of you.

A strained, shaky moan slips past your lips, the core in your abdoment tightening as he rubs every inch of your inner walls. Just a little more and you're going to—

*Shhlck~*

"Gh—!..."

You arched your back, shivering as he left your gaping hole empty, the burning sensation in your lower region had dissipated once again. "Y-You-!!"

"Sshh... Paimon's stirring a little~"

You hesitantly looked over at Paimon sleeping nearby, her eyes closed with drool streaming down her lips, she must be having a lovely dream while her two travelling companions were busy satisfying eachother's lustful desires.

You huffed, looking up and glaring at the blonde, the smirk on his face only made your face flush brighter. "What's wrong?... Feeling empty?~" He teased, rubbing salt in the wound by poking your abused hole with his cock coated in your fluids, the tip slipping inside with ease.

You almost bit your own tongue off, a quiet grunt slipping past your lips. Before you could even say anything, he had plunged into you again, grounding your arms down as you gasped at your stretched walls.

"A-Aeth-!!" "Lower your voice... If you don't, i'm not letting you finish~"

The sound of his skin slapping against yours was the only thing you could hear other than your erratic breaths, your eyes rolling upwards into your skull from your abused walls being rubbed so violently.

"Ah... always s-so tight~..."

He leans down, his shoulders with several bite marks belonging to you now right at your lips. "Go on, you can bite it again~" You sunk your teeth into his flesh once again, a shaky breath heard from the blonde.

"P-Please... please!!" You managed to wheeze out quietly, shaking like a leaf as you felt a wave of pleasure about to wash over you, your toes curling, barely able to contain a scream of—

* Shhhhliiick~*

The incoming pleasure died quicker than it came once he pulled out, your mouth detaches from his shoulder with a shaky sigh as he leaned away from you, grinning at your flushed, sweaty face, trembling with quiet whimpers and tears streaming down your face. You look so wonderful like this...

"Please... please, p-please..." You whispered out, feeling your mind running in circles, chasing after the bliss Aether had denied you of many times. You were going inane, all you could think about was him railing you into a blabbering mess.

He plants a soft kiss on youre forehead, a sniffle heard from you as the arousal in your lower half only burned in pain. "My dear, that isn't going to work... you're being too noisy."

With a chuckle, his twitching cock nudges at your entrance, a choked sob coming from you was all he needed for encouragement as he slips himself inside, panting as your entrance swallowed him whole without a problem.

You whimpered, your walls were so sensitive. And yet, he continued to plunge in and out of you so mercilessly.

"Keep quiet now... we're almost there~"

This teasing bastard...

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Venti (Cockwarming)

Straddled on his lap, stripped of your clothes from top to bottom, legs wrapped around his waist while your arms held onto him for dear life. A single arm holding your hips and grounding you down on his cock, your chest pressed against his. It was quite a situation you found yourself in.

"D-Done...?" You managed to ask in a trembling tone, you didn't want to turn around, not yet. If you so as to shift even a little bit, you'll immediately come undone with him still inside of you.

Suggesting this was a horrible idea.

You heard the sound of him sighing, but it sounded more playful than frustrating. His fingers tapped against your skin as he held your waist tightly, it was as if he had an electro vision, sending jolts of electricity dancing across your delicate skin.

"Mmm... I'm in quite a conundrum with this verse, love... What do you think of;—" At that point, your mind had gone blank, you buried your head into his shoulders with soft whimpers pouring out of your lips.

Everything was too hot, your body, your skin, his touches. It's getting unbearable now.

He stopped, chuckling in amusement as he set his lyre down, rubbing circles on your back. You're not sure if he was trying to soothe you, or make it worse as you arched your back at his touch. And then, you moaned oh-so-quietly.

"Mmm... That sound... it's- heavenly~" Venti whispered in a husky tone, his hot breath hitting the shell of your ear, sending chills down your spine. "I... would like to hear more, if you may?"

You opened your mouth to decline, but your words were left lodged in your throat as you felt both of his hands now gripping your waist. You hitched a breath, his fingers pressing against your delicate skin.

"Actually, you know what? Allow me~"

His fingers dug deeper into your flesh, grabbing a tight hold of your waist before lifting you up almost effortlessly, nearly out of your hole, and then slamming you back down onto his cock.

"H-HAAH!! V-VENTI—!!!"

He grunted when your dug your nails into his back, but it was well worth it to see you grasping onto him tighter than ever, your breathing uneven and your body shaking like a leaf.

Flushed face, sweating bullets. The way your soft inner walls hugged him, clasping down on the base of his cock, refusing to free him. He took that as an invitation. "A-Ah~ I think i've found the perfect melody!... But—"

You were still in a dazed state, confused as his words as you were fucked out of your mind. It wasn't until you felt him grasp your hips again did he lift you almost all the way up, before shoving you back down without a second to spare.

"V-VENT—!!~..."

He throbbed inside of you, and you felt that burning sensation shoot throughout your body. It didn't help when he purposely shifted around, squirming underneath you as a sly way to grind against your now overly sensitive hole.

He grabbed his lyre, pulling a string as the melodious note rang out. He grabs your hips again, a yelp leaving your hoarse throat.

"I'll have to hear a little more to continue composing the next verse~"

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Xiao (Exhibitionism)

"What kind of pathetic entertainment is this?"

You shuddered, he was absolutely infuriated.

Pinned against the wall of Wangshu Inn, the adeptus keeps an iron grip around your wrists, a knee shoved in-between your legs, barely an inch away from your clothed region. You weren't going to struggle out any time soon.

"Is this the type of pleasure you derive from? To see me suffer while yearning for you?" He growled softly, face flushed a deep red whilst his teeth gently nipped your skin.

For the entire evening, you had a lovely dinner with Zhongli, who was more than happy to narrate a thrilling battle of the Geo Archon.

However, it was hard to pay attention when you could hear the sound of Xiao's strained grunts, his erratic breathing whenever your fingers trailed up his thighs. His hips jerked upwards everytime you just so happened to brush your fingertips against the tent in his pants, clutching onto the table tightly, nearly snapping a chunk of it off.

There were so many people around, and Zhongli was blissfully unaware of your tempting administrations towards your beloved. His excuse— 'The chair is too stiff.'

"Ahaha... S-Sorry Xiao... but you were so close to me I couldn't help it~"

That excuse was even worse.

Now, bent over the railing with Xiao mercilessly thrusting in and out of you, reducing you into a blabbering, moaning mess. You feel the air knocked out of your lungs with every thrust, your eyes growing teary as his cock rubbed every inch of your abused walls. You clutched onto the railing, but at that point, he had fucked you hard enough that your strength had practically melted.

Luckily for you, he was already holding you by the waist, pulling you closer to sink himself deeper into you, it was painful— you felt like you've climaxed about 6 times already.

Unluckily for you, you noticed a few people chatting at the bottom of Wangshu Inn, you were both at the very top, and if they looked up— they were going to see a very... unforgettable sight.

You bit your tongue, surpressing your noises, only letting out quiet, strained whimpers.

He leans in closer, pressing his chest against your back, his hot breath hitting the shell of your ear. "Ah... What's wrong?... Why are you so quiet now?"

Followed by a particular thrust, shoving you deeper onto the base of this cock. "This is what you wanted, no? You wanted me to bend you over and take you from behind while surrounded with other people... That's what you did to me- I took it as a hint that you want the same thing."

"Or did you want me to just stuff every single drop of my cum inside of you?"

You were forced to bite your own hand, letting a shaky moan slip out, your eyes rolling back, shaking violently while your legs buckled. He holds you up, deciding to do it again and again- you were an absolute mess now.

Your chest pressed against the railing, his hips flushed against yours, cock buried deep inside of you as you felt him twitch. "I see... you can't handle the same treatement."

"N-Ngh-!!~" You felt it. You felt that familiar sensation flooding inside of you. Hot and sticky, filling you up as he thrusts lightly, as if he was shoving more and more of himself inside of you, ensuring not a single drop leaks out.

Your body trembled violently, his chest pressing against your back, pulling you flushed against his body, almost as if he was afraid of you disappearing.

He remains nestled inside of you comfortably, your panting mixed with his erratic breathing, his head leaning onto your shoulder. "...How do you feel?" He asked softly, placing a finger under your chin and gently guiding you to look at him. He may have been pissed earlier... but he still cares about you deeply.

"F-Fine... K-Kinda full..." You chuckled softly, leaning away from the railing so you wouldn't have to risk getting caught—

"What do you think you're doing?"

His gloved hand presses your back, pinning you back down, your chest pressing against the railing. You let out a startled sound, covering your mouth as to not make so much noise. As if it couldn't get any worse, he gently thrusts into you.

You let out a strained grunt, gripping onto the railing as he nears your ear. "You're not full enough." He spoke in a husky tone, a shiver running down your spine as he grabs your waist. "Let them all see— let them all see just how much pleasure you derive from when I make you break apart slowly."

"...You're not leaving until I fill you to the brim, if you so as to spill even a single drop— Then i'll make you wish you hadn't started this."

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Kazuha (Blindfolded)

It was innocent.

"Can you guess where next?"

"Ngh!~"

...At first.

You were always interested in the young samurai's impressive skills, specifically his enhanced hearing. His offer to teach you a little about his tricks piqued your interests more, you immediately agreed to your boyfriend's request.

It started off with him practising your hearing capabilities, it was difficult trying to focus on the sound of leaves flying in the wind when you could only hear the bustling noises of Liyue Harbor nearby.

It gradually turned... sensual. It was supposed to be a small test to see how sensitive your perception was to your surroundings while blindfolded, you didn't mind... until he accidentally breathed against the back of your neck, causing you to stiffen and hitch a breath, your back arching at his hot breath kissing your suddenly sensitive skin.

He wanted to see more.

Now, here he was; teasing you as you settled on his lap with your back to his chest, cock erect and squished between the plush of your thighs, twitching violently as you struggled to focus on your senses that were all over the place.

His fingers grazed across your sensitive skin slowly, like a feather dancing across your delicate flesh. You sucked in air through your gritted teeth, gently squeezing his cock with your thighs as a sort of revenge. He lets out a quiet groan of pleasure.

"Mmm... Dear, you won't feel anything if you focus is centered solely around me... Pay attention to your surroundings, focus on the slightest change in the wind or temperature- only then shall I reward you with a bliss that none can contend with." He hummed calmly, gently caressing your skin as he peppered light kisses on your neck. "Tell me- where can you feel the warmth of my palm?"

The blindfold that was blocking your vision helped heightened your other senses, there was no mistake feeling the sudden heat hovering against your waist.

"W-Waist..." You managed to stammer out through your erratic breaths, receiving a proud and content hum from your beloved. And then that sly chuckle...

He finally holds your waist, your hands immediately grabbing onto his wrist from the sudden warmth enveloping your entire body as he lifts you up, adjusting your position and his to poke the crown of his cock against your hole. "Are you ready for your reward?"

You frantically nodded, wanting nothing more than to feel him sliding in and out of your inner flesh, you were already starting to tremble in excitement.

He slowly sinks himself deep inside of you, your head thrown back and resting on his shoulder as you let out strained moans. You were still on the Crux, in the safety of your cabin... but you two should probably stay as quiet as possible.

"Ngh~... How do you feel now, dear?... Do you feel more... full now that i'm nestled inside of you?" He was right, oh god he was right— You've practically lost all of your senses, all you could feel was the overwhelming pleasure inside of you, as if your inner walls had grown extremely sensitive thanks to the blindfold.

"M-More... p-please, Kazu..." You whimpered softly, gripping onto his wrist tightly. He groaned quietly into your ear, gently squeezing your waist as he slowly rolls his hips against your, rubbing your insides ever so slowly. "K-Kazuha!~"

"Tight as... e-ever~..." Even the calm and elusive Kazuha was struggling to speak, let alone going at a slow pace. He wanted to just pin you down and ravage your helpless body from behind... but he knew better than that, he knows that riling you up first before pounding into you until the only word you'll know was his name would be the better choice.

The things you do to this normally calm and collected man.

"You've been such a good student... I think... it's fair only fair that I give you a... 'fulfilling' reward, no?"

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Heizou (Somnophilia)

Squelch~

Followed by a strained, quiet and breathy groan.

You felt your body rocking slowly, a pair of warm hands grasping onto your hips gently, careful to not hurt you.

It didn't take long for you to let out a quiet moan, feeling someone gently thrusting into your hole, the pleasure your body felt began to grow substantially obvious as your vision begans to clear.

You turned your head slowly, greeted by the sight of your boyfriend, holding your thighs and wrapping them around his waist as he buries his throbbing cock back inside of you slowly. You could see beads of sweat trailing down his face, gritted teeth as he shook in pleasure, panting as quietly as he could

His eyes were glued to the way your body swallowed his cock, almost as if you were inviting him in, even while asleep. The sight was addicting, it turned him on so much to see your body accepting him while you were 'asleep'. "T-Tight..." He whispered softly, his face flushed a deep red as he was visibly struggling to hold back.

He wanted to grip onto your waist harshly and fuck you hard until you were awake, to find yourself impaled by him as he thrusts into you mercilessly, the wind knocked out of your lungs with every snap of his hips against yours. He wanted to be your alarm clock, to wake you up by making you come undone as soon as your eyes opened while he filled you to the very brim.

"H-Heiz—"

He stopped, freezing in place as he flushed a faint red colour, his fingers began gripping your thighs a little harder, but not enough to hurt you. "Ah... it seems I... might not have been discreet enough..." He spoke softly as he gazed into your eyes, giving you an apologetic look while still buried deep inside you.

You felt him throbbing against your inner walls, a soft whimper slipping past your lips as you used your elbow to push yourself up slightly- you were pretty sore... how long had he been doing this?

"Heizou—" "I'm sorry..." He sighed softly as his olive eyes darted away, in shame and guilt for taking advantage of your body while asleep. He wanted to desperately continue, to fill your hole up with his cum until it leaks out onto your shared bed.

"I need you... so badly, my gem..." He whispered out, grunting as he held himself in place. "I want you... I wanted you so badly... But when you came home looking so... tired—" He couldn't hold back a gentle thrust, elicting a soft gasp from you. "I didn't want to rob you of your rest..."

You weren't sleepy anymore, you didn't even know what the time could've been, it was still nighttime from what you can see outside the window. "I... tried to take care of... myself, but... ah, even my hands can't compare to you and... your body... I'm aware this is incredibly immoral, but..."

He was breathing heavily, shaking like a leaf as he gave you an apologetic look, you could tell he wanted to continue- you were quite aroused as well, even your body was begging you to let him continue.

You reached out and gently carressed his silky burgundy hair, giving him a reassuring smile. "...You can continue, Heizou..."

He immediately began thrusting into you.

"Gh!— Th-Thank you... thank you—" He wasted no time snapping his hips against yours, the sound of his grunts and your moans filled the room, coupled with his skin slapping against yours violently. He was holding it all in for the entire night, now he can finally let loose and ravage your body whole, to fill you up until you passed out from pleasure.

He began showering you with compliments, burying his flushed face into your shoulder as he inhaled your scent. "You... why do you always... make me like this? Reducing me... from being the sharpest and... most sucessful detective... into a complete needy mess for you..."

He continues to hold your waist with one hand while carressing your cheek gently with the other.

"I feel like... such a criminal. It feel's illegal to have such an amazing [S/O] like you~..." He chuckled softly as he spoke in a husky tone, leaning down to plant his lips against yours, his tongue sliding into your wet cavern, intertwined with your tongue.

The two of you closed your eyes, your arms wrapped around his neck as he brings himself closer to you by lifting you up slighty by the waist, your scent and warmth were absolutely intoxicating to him, he just can't help but want more of you.

His thrusts were getting sloppy, and it didn't take long for you to feel him shoving himself deep inside you, his finger nails digging into your flesh.

You felt long ropes of his seed spurting out from his cock and slowly filling up your hole, followed with light and gentle thrusts, as if he was trying to milk out more of himself for you. He lets out quiet grunts into the kiss, finally feelin the ecstacy he himself had denied for the sake of your rest.

Soon, his lips detached from yours, a thin trail if your saliva and his connecting the tips of your tongues together, your light breathing mixed with his erratic breaths. He had been suffering the entire time you were asleep.

He sat up, sliding his cock out of your hole, causing you both to shudder and moan at the loss of eachother. He grinned at the sight; Your neck and collar had been littered with faint marks left by him, you body trembling, face flushed a bright shade of red and sweat trailing down the side, his load slowly leaking out of you. He felt himself getting hard again just by staring at you.

You're an absolute masterpiece.

"Man alive... how did I manage to capture the hottest [S/O] in all of Teyvat all for myself?..." He muttered quietly to himself, gazing at you with eyes full of adoration and affection.

"Mmm... Speak for yourself." You giggled, though you weren't exactly satisfied— you were close, very close, but he had already climaxed before you did. Regardless, you decided that satisfying your boyfriend was enough, seeing as he had been struggling chasing for his release almost the entire night.

Heizou, on the other hand— Wasn't going to be satisfied if you aren't.

You let out a startled squeak and blushed when he shoved himself back into you without warning, he was still hard and your walls were getting sensitive again, your hands gripping onto his shoulders as you looked up at him. He groaned in pleasure, slowly thrusting his cock inside of your hole still flooded with his seed.

"Ah... My gem, just letting me finish alone isn't fair..." He leaned down, carressing your cheek gently as he planted another kiss on your lips, smirking a little playfully. "You've been such an amazing [S/O] to me... please, let me repay you... tenfold~"

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Wanderer (Bondage)

[W/N]= Wanderer's name (Can be Kuni, Kunikuzushi, Wanderer, Scara, etc. It's up to you!)

You grunted in pain, feeling your body fall at a high velocity and through several branches that snapped upon impact, vines begun to wrap around your body until they tightened around you enough to stop your fall. You let out a yelp and groaned in pain soon after at the sudden stop, dangling a few inches off the ground while wrapped in vines from some trees.

For a minute, you had to take a breather and recover from the fall, despite feeling slightly suffocated with vines wrapped around your body tightly.

That was until you heard his laughter.

"Well... you've certainly been through much worse circumstances than this."

Landing right in front of you was your indigo haired boyfriend, a smug grin stretched across his face as he approaches you while staring down at you, amused at your predicament.

Just a few moments ago, both of you were travelling through the Avidya Forest, taking just a leisurely stroll— only to get ambushed by a group of mercinaries.

[W/N] had reassured that you didn't need to move an inch, saying 'it's faster' if you just stayed put and let him fend them off. It was partially the truth.

As much as you hate that mocking tone of his and the little jab at how slow you are when it comes to fighting, he does care about you, this was one of his ways to show his affection; Having you sit back and relax while watching him handle the situation for you.

It went... well— maybe he should've focused on those sumpter beasts first.

"Yeah, well, in most circumstances; I don't end up dying of asphyxiation because of a bunch of vines." You gave him an obviously fake, strained smile. "Now, get me down, [W/N]!" You barked, flailing around pathetically like a worm.

At first, the corner of his lips couldn't resist tugging up into a smirk, you truly look like a worm squirming around to him. How adorably amusing.

"Already demanding for my assistance?" He scoffs, looking away with a bored expression. "Is that how you're going to repay me for my generosity earlier? The nerve to even speak to me in that tone."

He began walking away, slowly. Hiding the small smirk on his face. He just wanted you to beg for your freedom.

You groaned, knowing what he wants. He wouldn't leave you alone defenseless and hanging— but he wouldn't help you down immediately either unless you did what he wanted.

"...Oh for the love of..." You hung your head low, letting out a defeated and tired sigh. "[W/N], please help me get down... I can barely move and I really don't want to be stuck here. You're the only one here who can help me right now..."

He stops, standing there with his back facing you. "...Naturally."

He sneers in a half-joking manner, before finally turning around and walking towards you. His hands began to glow a tinge of light blue, summoning a single windblade and flicking his wrist towards the direction above you lazily, swiflty slicing through the vines above you.

Thankfully, you weren't high up from the ground, landing on the ground with a soft 'thud!' You grunted, grumbling your complaints about the method under your breath.

"There. Now, get up... or do you want my help for another minor inconvenience you've caused for yourself?" He chuckled, crossing his arms with a smug grin— he knows you're still tied up.

Your limbs were still wrapped with together by vines, but you could at least move your entire body as a whole now. You struggled for a few seconds, getting up and onto your knees, giving him an unamused look.

"...You asked me to get you down, I did exactly what you asked for. Don't give me that look, you didn't specify to free you from the vines." [W/N] chuckled. This bastard...

As much as you two loved eachother, he sure loved mocking you with his words even if he doesn't want to intentionally hurt you. He just likes getting under your skin.

Maybe a little too much...

You clicked your tongue, glaring at him before lowering your head in shame, you had to beg again. "[W/N], please help me remo—"

"No."

"E-Eh?..." You flinched from the tone he used, he sounded... serious.

You looked back up as he gazes down at you, his hand blocking the sun as his shadow envelops you whole. His eyes swept over your body, noticing the provocative position you had unknowingly put yourself into— You've gotten onto your knees for him, all tied up.

It didn't take long for you to notice as well; Your arms and legs tied up, on your knees for your oh-so-loving boyfriend, who crossed his arms and took his time to admire you without a word, as if you were some masterpiece he had made.

"...I think i've found a better way for you to repay me."

He spoke in a deeper, husky tone. Now gazing into your eyes, a glint of desire sparking in them as he gives you another sly grin.

In one swift motion, he pins you down with one hand on the shoulder, using the other to cushion the back of your head in case he accidentally made you hit your head. You let out a startled yelp, looking up at him, his knees situated next to your waist.

"[W/N]! What are you doing!?" You narrowed your eyes at him warily, a blush dusting upon your cheeks as he hovers over your tied up body.

He chuckles, gently flicking your forehead, elicting an 'Ack!' From you. "Was there an indicator that I gave you the permission to speak?" He scoffs, slipping his index finger under your chin, carressing your lips with his thumb.

You wanted to say something sassy, but went against it— you're flustered, right where he wanted you to be; underneath him.

He sits up, briefly straddling your waist as he grabs one of the lower vines that was tied around your legs, he clutches it before twisting the vine and pulling it apart. Unfortunately, he immediately tied your arms and your upper body together with the vines.

"H-Hey! Th-This isn't necessary!" You hissed, your legs were freed but now your arms are permanently stuck to your sides until he decided to cut the vines again.

"Maybe to you, but if you don't follow my commands... Who's to say you won't be more obedient if I restricted your arms?" He sneered.

"Now... spread your legs apart, sweetheart."

With your lower half now stripped of clothing, [W/N] wasted no time lifting your legs, wrapping them around his waist and grabbing onto your hips. He pulls you forward, shoving himself deep inside you immediately.

You let out a pained scream— you weren't ready for that yet.

He pushed himself all the way in at first, but then stopped. He lets out a low groan, grinning as he sees your ass pressed against his hips, his cock stretching your raw inner walls.

"[W-W/N], y-you could've... a-at least let me p-prepare!" You whined in slight irritation, the pain slowly died down as he stayed still inside of you, letting you adjust.

He chuckled, gently poking your forehead in a playful manner. "We've done this a few times before already. You truly are pathetic if you can't get used to this already." He mocked, but you knew he was only trying to tease you as he gently carressed your waist, a small attempt to soothe you.

You huffed, the pain eventually subsiding in a few seconds. You whimpered quietly, looking away with a flustered expression as the blush on your cheeks slowly spreads. "...Y-You can move n— A-Ahh!!~"

As soon as you said that he could move, he gripped your waist and pulled his cock out before thrusting back inside of you without hesitation, he was even pulling you towards him with every thrust so you could feel his cock rubbing your insides more.

He didn't even start off slow, he immediately began pistoning himself in and out of you at a ruthless pace, elicting stutters and shaky moans from your lips.

Your thighs squeezed his waist, causing him to let out a low growl, thinking you're trying to tease him. He lowers himself, pressing his lips against your neck, gently grazing his teeth on your skin.

He hasn't slowed once, he kept on thrusting into you like there was no tomorrow. For a puppet— you sure knew how to make him breathe erratically, the way your tight walls clamped around his cock, your moans, your flushed and erotic expressions.

If he had a heart, he was sure you would make it race a million miles per hour.

You were pretty lucky no one was nearby to hear the echoes of your moans and panting, you were too focused on how his cock managed to rub your walls just the perfect way to make your toes curl up and your back arch violently.

You couldn't even move around so much, you could only clutch your hands into fists and squirm around underneath [W/N], left at his mercy as he continues to relentlessly pound into you.

"You're quite... lucky to have me... feeling generous today..." He chuckles right as he rams himself deep inside of you, causing you to let out a scream of his name as you climaxed. The way your walls clamped down onto his cock again was enough to tip him over the edge, his white, hot, sticky seed flooding the inside of your hole.

He continues to rest his head on your shoulder, panting against your neck, his hot breath against your sensitive skin causing you to shiver.

"...M-Maybe a little too generous..." You mumbled, desperately catching your breath, tilting your head to gaze at him with tired eyes.

He chuckles in his usual raspy voice, lifting his himself slightly, hovering his face mere inches away from yours. "You're my [S/O], it's normal for me to desire giving them satisfaction and pleasure." He plants a gentle kiss on your nose, causing you to chuckle weakly.

You returned the gesture, pecking his lips. "W-Well... you did a perfect job... Now, cut the vines off." You huffed, causing his smile to falter— before giving you a smug grin.

"...You do realize you're speaking to someone who's the only one capable of freeing you, no?" Before letting you speak, he ruts into you, a startled moan leaving your lips as you gazed up at him. "[Name], I already told you..."

"I have a desire to give you all the satisfaction and pleasure in the world~..."

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Venti x Reader

Hurt/Comfort ; can very well be read as platonic a/n: Reader has a Vision (this blurb is part of a scrapped work of mine)

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Stars brought about hope as they spread their promises in a wide span across the night sky. Neverending and peaceful, their distant glow told tales of humanity and gods alike. Perhaps that’s why you were drawn to such a sight, sprawled on your back as the cool breeze of Starsnatch Cliff tickled your front.

The idea of something greater brought you peace as much as it spurred uncertainty, yet you decide not to dwell on it, for your mind holds boundless thoughts whipping around in a dance of equals. Venturing out to the starry cliffside, with fingers plucking absently at strands of grass, you allow your mind to empty, soaring off into Celestia and becoming one with nothingness. Tonight, you would continue to bask in its warm embrace of solidarity.

Your tired muscles had long grown numb to the overuse it experienced daily, even as a Vision holder. A refreshing reprieve from the long days you did dirty work for the Guild always had you going back to the picturesque cliffside, staring up at numerous constellations littered with hypothetical tales.

As you reach out to trace the nonsensical patterns, you feel a small gust of wind from behind, blowing small strands of hair forward. Your hyperactive senses, trained to perfection over the years, can easily recognize the familiar scent and feeling associated with the presence behind you.

“Another late night?” the cheery bard remarks, “let’s hope my company can relieve your mental blight.”

You find the corners of your mouth lifting into a passionless smile at the rhyme, the young bard’s presence always seeming to find you on that cliffside when you needed company the most. Yet, you do not move from your spot staring up at the night sky, nor did the green-clad bard feel the need to converse any more than needed. Countless nights spent in mutual, yet comfortable, silence had given way to unspoken understanding between the two of you. In fate's own way, you consider the bard named Venti a good friend.

“If you do not wish to talk, perhaps my lyre can lift your spirits?” Venti smiles, sitting cross-legged a few feet away.

You sit up on the grass, offering the young bard a nod and a smile. “You know what? I think that sounds like a lovely idea. Thank you.”

“Always so polite!” Venti beams, long fingers already beginning to warm a tune on his lyre.

The soothing strumming of music fills your ears in a melody that could lull you away to a peaceful alternative. Ever grateful for your visitor's respect, your mind can finally rest from its nightly strife of overwhelming fatigue.

One day, you would find your worth and become even stronger to protect the ones you love.

Those closest to you were there as long as you could remember; bringing you a beacon of blazing joy in the darkest moments where humans showed the worst parts of themselves, eating away at any light that dared to glow from the innocence of a child.

No more lives would be lost if you could help it, not if they meant everything to you.

But — everything had its time and place.

For now, Venti was a perceptive god, you note. His identity long known to you from a celestial traveler after the dragon Dvalin’s defeat not long ago.

Closing your eyes, letting the sadness seep away into nothing, you supposed that even Archons could be good friends capable of just as much love as you had.

As the night stars twinkle above in harmony with Venti’s song, so too does the Vision secured tightly over the fabric covering your heart.

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[genshin-scenarios]

Feel absolutely free to ignore this, but after the corrupt!xiao fic I’m curious: got any corrupt venti thoughts you’re willing to share?

Corrupt!Venti AU

DISCLAIMER: the rest of this is just an AU setting! not canon-compliant + may reference SPOILERS in general for the archon quests and genshinlore

"My dear warrior, have you come to devote your voice to me?

Don't worry now! I'll make sure to put it to good use. With my help, your story will never fade from the songs of time. That is what my love can promise you. Have I ever led you astray?"

I can see this being caused by the defiled statue the Traveler found a while ago! Along with some other attempts from the Abyss to weaken the Anemo Archon's power...

Perhaps in this AU, Venti tried going against the summoning of archons to Khaenri'ah, which led to a warning/consequence from Celestia; tying the entrance to Celestia somewhere on Mondstadt, so that if their enemies were to seek it out, he would be placed under the burden of protecting them, for if not, Mondstadt would too be run down (punishing a god for his kindness... things like that)

ANYWAYS, in this case, I think if the Abyss did manage to weaken him enough, he'd probably sense his own corrosion coming and put Mondstadt into a timeloop as a last means of keeping his people safe + keep out the Abyss?

It takes the last of his power and he leaves to the outskirts, where he hides away in a hidden domain to 'rest', but of course he can't stave away the corrosion forever, and it takes form.

You're within Mondstadt during this timeloop, and are eventually led to the hidden domain because you're the only one that can hear a mysterious song calling out to you

Cue corrupted!Venti luring you in, because by now, he's not exactly himself anymore - dark purple energy replacing his previous anemo teal powers and the shade of his eyes

But it's Venti, and even if he's forgotten about his nation by now (only that they're locked away to keep them safe, in the illusion of freedom and peace), he remembers you.

...Well, he remembers his attachment to you, and asks if you'd like to stay with him there, in that domain. If you lend him your voice, perhaps he can figure out a way to keep you with him forever too! (Read: do not, he is stealing your voice as a source of power to use)

But perhaps even this is because a part of himself deep down remembers how he loved to hear you calling his name, laughing with him, and the way you used to look at him with...

"Is that fear in your eyes?" Venti hums, circling around you with lightness in his steps. He's in his archon form, wings brushing against your shoulder. You try not to think about the last time he showed you this form - back when it was a secret between the both of you, under clear skies and teal feathers that made your heart soar. The purple that cuts into your gaze sobers you. "Would you prefer if our new home was more reminiscent of old times?"

New home, as if he's already decided you aren't leaving now that you've found your way to him again. You briefly wonder if there's any ounce of the old Venti still in there, and if he was perhaps keeping you close to stop him from doing all this.

...Or maybe, he was asking you to keep him company before the world falls down, knowing that once the timeloop could no longer be sustained, even with his corrupted powers, you'd have to step up as a hero once more. Slay the monsters, free the kingdom. Save your friends.

With a lilting giggle, Venti covers your eyes with his hands. And when he takes them away, the domain has turned into...

Windrise? No, some condensed version of it, with azure skies and calming wind trailing on for miles. The tree still sits there. You remember the first time Venti introduced you to the sight.

He calls your name, and before you is Venti, still in his archon form, but with his blue glow and green eyes again. He gives you a cheeky smile, and you feel your heart ache.

"Better?" Venti cups your cheeks, stepping closer to you to place his forehead against yours. It's gentle, but you feel a foreign energy that's seeping away at yours, like it's trying to steal more away.

Like he can no longer love the same, needing to take something as a keepsake, before this illusion ends.

Maybe doing so in this form is an act of mercy to you. Venti's always been one to make sacrifices that were lost to the wind.

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

•End Point• Drabble/Notes

I had a realization about my Archon/God of Death (Y/N) Au.

The fall of Khaehnria is the Archons faults, absolutely. But the Archons had crossed a line when taking her job and turning it to a massacre. (Y/N) only kills because it's her job, her duty, the Archons took away innocent lives for their own "Devine punishment" against the people of Khaehnira. Celestia should of known better to mess with or tangle with the lives of mortals.

All of the Archons should of known.

Yet they choose Celestia over reasoning.

How Foolish.

Yet, that is why (Y/N) is there. She is the end of everything. Even God's can die, just like a mortal, in her eyes. For she has seen it. Witnessed it. Done it.

Even Celestia will meet the end of the rope one day, which will make quite a alot of overtime pay...

Oh well.

What else should I add?? Anyway, I know that the people of Khaehnira tried to take down the gods, but some of those people were innocent or were just children. Keaya is a example of the Gods and their foolishness. He was a child when he was thrust into war, a war against gods no less.

Character Voicelines for God of Death (Y/N)!

Venti:

"She... She isn't quite fond of drinking, but when she does. She's very sad. But she is kind to me, from what I can tell. Her garden is odd, I wonder if her pomegranates can turn into wine!"

Zhongli:

"Ah, I remember she was very independent. Her work ethic was better than anyone I knew of. Yet, her coffee addiction is almost as bad as that wind spirit..."

Raiden Shogun:

"I envy her. Mortals and even God's are weary of her. So am I. She's taken many things, from the life of a flower, to even a Archon."

Xiao:

"A, odd being... I've seen her wander a few years in between decades. She is good company to have around sometimes."

Childe: "Oh! Are you talking about that pretty lady I've seen around a few times? I think Mr. Zhongli knows her. I should ask him to introduce me don't you think?"

Diluc: "She isn't one to ask for wine, she's asked for coffee on many occasions. I must say, her addiction could rival that bards. At least she pays.."

Kayea: "Her tone is soft with me, even if I try to tease her! She looks at me with pity. I don't know what I've done to looked at like that?"

Kazuha: "I converse with her on the occasion, she has a eye for things. Notices things that shouldn't be noticeable. I think it's a impressive skill!"

[wintercrystal]

-During a New Year party-

You: We have to find him. I'm so worried.

Paimon: Ugh. What do you even see in the tone-deaf bard?

Traveller: Paimon-

You: He makes me laugh and has a beautiful voice that can convince me to do anything?

Traveller: Including paying his drinking bill and leaving Dragonspine for more than a few days

You:... Paying his bills sometimes. Leaving Dragonspine, not so much.

(If you're wondering, yes, you did find Venti. And no it wasn't in Angel's Share. He was stuck in a tree, and it wasn't easy getting him down but when you did, you were met with many kisses on the cheek and a drunken love confession from him.)

(Happy New Year!)

[kiskisur]

ᝰ.ᐟ we'll be a fine line.

warnings: male reader, angst with no comfort, venti x reader, reader died from a sickness from childhood

note: honestly I've been thinking about this for weeks soo.. here to feed you angst fr btw it's short since I have school huhu :(( as alwayss please do correct me if I'm wrong!! <3

In the midst of the chaos of doctors rushing back and forth, Venti stood by [name]'s side, his heart heavy with worry. He clutched a bouquet of vibrant flowers in his hand, a symbol of his unwavering support and affection. As he watched [name] fight for his life, his aqua green eyes filled with tears, reflecting his fear of losing the person he cared so deeply for.

Venti's voice, usually filled with melodies of joy, was now quiet and trembling as he softly sang a soothing song. His words carried a mix of hope and desperation, his song a testament to the depth of his emotions. He held [name]'s hand, his touch gentle yet firm, as if trying to transfer his own vitality to them.

As the moments dragged on, Venti's heart pounded in his chest. The room seemed to hold its breath as the monitor beeped steadily, its sound a constant reminder of [name]'s fragile state. Then, suddenly, a long and continuous beep pierced the air, causing Venti's world to stop. His voice trailed off, and he stared at the monitor in disbelief.

Time seemed to stand still as the reality of the situation sank in. Venti's grip on [name]'s hand tightened as tears streamed down his cheeks. He leaned over, pressing a tender kiss to [name]'s forehead, his love for him pouring out in that moment. The world around him faded away as he held onto the memories they had shared, cherishing every moment they had spent together.

ᝰ.ᐟ we'll be alright..

[fantasygalaxie]

HAPPY NEW YEAR

[aurossaga]

Hazy thoughts of you in the night

Venti x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff!

Word count: 700~

Warnings: Alcohol

Summary: Venti couldn’t get you off his mind all night, so he decided to shoot his shot and hope for the best.

Enveloped deep in the heart of thunderous laughter and slurred speech sits a lone bard, a bit too tipsy to think straight but not drunk enough yet to partake in the fun. The obnoxious sound of tankards clashing together and spilling drinks all over the place hadn’t yet grown monotonous enough to drown in the rest of the noise, and Venti had to admit, it had started to grind his gears a bit. And even so, he kept staring cautiously into a half-filled glass of wine, not yet finding the simple strength to bring it to his lips. Normally, he wouldn’t be one to miss out when some stranger with too much mora was paying for the rounds, but he could absolutely not risk forgetting anything right now. Not when your voice was already so faint among the crowd, not when he had to concentrate on your every word just to catch it all. And he dared not look in your direction yet, lest you see him like this… all disoriented and gloomy.

If he could recall correctly, no citizen of Mondstadt had seen him like this for many, many years.

You were seated comfortably at the biggest table the Angel’s Share offered, surrounded by friends from the adventurer’s guild. A celebratory feast of sorts, held in your honour. Your voice pierced through the perpetual noise, feeling like a sweet respite from the repetitive laughter and unexciting stories that usually dominated the talk of the tavern when nobody interesting were performing. He hung onto every word you spoke as you recalled the daring adventure you had embarked on with your team that week. It was impressive stuff, sure... For normal people. Normal people who get up in the morning to get to work, to provide for their lives, tend to their duties, and repeat the cycle again the day after. For experienced adventurers it was notable at best, and still, you made it sound legendary. From the way you spoke of the trials you faced, to the way you revealed the solutions. You had every person sitting within earshot at the edge of their seats, yearning for the next part, the next sentence, the next word uttered by you. Venti too was smitten by your tales.

He could recall the bashful look you had on your face when you arrived with your party an hour earlier, that had slowly loosened up and gained some confidence as the atmosphere grew livelier over the course of your visit. You looked a bit like you wanted to melt away where you stood at the door, and Venti made some sort of remark about your adventurous feats that you never had the time to reply to before you were pulled along by your team. He hopes he didn’t say anything that scared you, but he really couldn’t recall anymore.

One thing was sure though, he was getting bored staring at his own sad reflection in the sad half-filled glass of wine.

Venti puffed out his chest, shook off any lingering doubt, whispered “to heavens with it,” and abruptly rose from his seat, snatching the glass up and downing the last sip in one go. Before he had the chance to second guess himself, he turned around and headed straight for your table. You wrapped up the recollection of your adventure and a round of cheers were sung, and he could practically feel your gaze turn to him as he approached.

“Adventurer, we meet again! I couldn’t help overhearing your tale, you’ve really got a knack for storytelling.” He flashed you an inviting smile, focusing his full attention on you.

The look on your face as your eyes met made his heart swell a bit, as mundane as the interaction was in reality. The corners of your mouth rose into a proud yet timid smile at the compliment.

“Haha, thank you! Would you like to join us?”

He took note of the faint blush rising to your cheeks, wondering if you were as aware of it as he was. With a chuckle and a wink, he hoped to keep that wonderful colour on your face all night long. He smiles, pulling up a free chair from an empty table and taking a seat next to you.

“Now who would I be to reject such an enticing invitation? I’d love to compose you a melody, if you’ll allow it~”