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Your Superior.

♟Scaramouche + Female!Reader ♟

Though you may be nothing more than an insignificant pest to the 6th Fatui Harbinger, you tried your best to get closer to him. Going against the demands of your superior never ended well for anyone, yet you tried your luck. Suffice to say a punishment was in order...

tw: bondage, degradation, and BDSM-like tropes. 

♟nsfw under cut.♟

Scaramouche, a name known around the land of Teyvat. He never had anything nice said about him, his demeanor is one of the nastiest you could ever meet. He was unkind, cruel to those who served him yet he was quick to hide his true self when put in a situation with many people. The 6th harbinger never paid attention to the bustling rumors though, he could care less for those who were insignificant to himself.

Working under Scaramouche was a nightmare. It was a daily occurrence when he would degrade or abuse his servants. Calling them the most ruthless of names or physically harming them to the brink of death. Each day came as a surprise. No one dared to go against the will of Scaramouche, his presence elicited fear into the Fatui working under him. One step out of line and you’re finished.

Perhaps that is what drew you to him. His unrivaled control for power, no one struggling against him, no one to test him. HIs greatness was profound. He made it clear that he was the one in control, that he would never bow down to anyone else. His own desires for higher power had become his personality. And yet you still felt like you were under his spell. Praising him silently whenever he would punish the wrongdoings of his men, almost delusional to the fact that they too were equal to you. 

What could you do? He could never acknowledge filth such as yourself. You could never get close to him lest you wanted to die within seconds. What could you do? What could you do... 

Hence, the situation that had been bestowed upon you. Stepping out of line? He laughed at the endless possibilities he could do to you, the ways he could break you down.

Prepare for punishment.

- ♟

The chains that bounded your wrists were tight, surely leaving marks when they would be taken off. You sat upon a chair made of a fine wood, each hand bound down to each side of the armrest. The room was dark, only a few candles lit up the room. It was cold, barren, and otherwise empty except for you. Your arms ached, legs were sore and you felt parched. You tried moving, but your legs were tied to the legs of the chair, keeping you confined in the area.

He chuckled darkly in the shadows, a shocked gasp leaving your lips.

Slowly, he appeared out the shadows, a coy smirk on his face and a whip in his hands. He brought it up and down the palm of his hand, the noise striking the air in quick succession. His eyes were focused on yours, simply eating up the fear your body had shown.

Were you... shaking? Had Scaramouche elicited such fear into your body that the mere sight of your superior left you in a state of shock? No, you felt your body warm up, your arousal almost leaking. How could he scare you and turn you on at the same time... All these thoughts ran in your head as your breathing began to become labored, your eyes widening with each step he took.

It didn’t take long for him to reach you, his smirk getting wider by the second. 

He slowly reached his hand over to your hair, in which he toyed with your locks. Luscious hair that smelt freshly washed despite being on duty all the time. Swirling the hair around his fingers before roughly grabbing a hold of your hair and pulling your face closer to his. His smirk turned into one of maliciousness and you let out a small shriek from the sudden movement and pain in your head. Your cheeks heated up at the closeness, his heat radiating off to your bare body.  

“So, you thought you could speak back to me?” He started, looking at you questioning, yet holding the malicious tone in his voice. You stayed silent, not knowing what to say. His presence caused words to become stuck in your throat. You started to shake more, your legs feeling like jelly as you took a big gulp. 

“I see. You choose not to answer now.” Breaking eye contact with you, he looked down to his whip. Retracting his hand from the hold on your hair, he took a step back to take in the view. His smirk grew wider and he scoffed, stepping closer to you. He slowly ran the whip up your thigh, across your torso and to your chin where he lifted it up to meet his gaze. He laughed a wicked laugh, his eyes dilating. You were right where he wanted you. He loved the fear in your eyes, the sight eliciting a feeling of excitement within him. It made his erection grow.

“When you’re asked a question...” His eyes were so cunning, so calculating. He read your expression, your eyes no longer holding onto the fear you had once displayed. 

“...YOU ANSWER!” The tone of his voice got louder. He screamed at you amidst the crack of the whip on your thigh. You gasped out a moan, closing your eyes while the heat rose to your cheeks. The stinging feeling in your thigh lingered as he slowly rose the whip. 

Surely, your reaction surprised him. He knew he had attracted his own servants, but to outwardly find pleasure in his punishment? It was certainly new to him. Usually during a punishment his men would cower in fear, certain that he would be the one to kill them and yet you...

You dirty little whore. Oh, the possibilities... 

“Don’t think I didn’t hear that you slut. I bet you want me to keep hitting you. To touch you. To fuck you senseless” he said whilst grabbing your chin, throwing the whip to the side. you looked up at him and flashed him the biggest smile you could. He scoffed, roughly letting go of your chin and scowling. 

He undid the rope that held your legs to the legs of the chair. You didn’t dare move. He pondered for a moment, thinking of what to do next. 

Should he leave you be? To unchain you and tell you to get out his sight?

His erection was still firm. He hated taking care of such trivial things on his own. Looking back to you, he saw your body in full view. Perky nipples, goosebumps on your arms, the hairs rising from the cold. Your cheeks were red and your eyes were glazed over. You sat still for him so he could admire more of you. 

‘Just this once’ he thought to himself. 

Unexpectedly, his face turned from one of questioning to one of twisted joy. The corners of his mouth stuck up, his eyebrows arched. You didn’t know whether to be happy in the situation or fear for you life. Your superior had always been a coin flip. 

Today must have been a good day for you. What he would do next would come as a surprise. 

Lips locked into a fierce kiss, he roughly dominated your mouth. He took one of your nipples into his hand and pinched it, your mouth parting as he took the chance to enter your mouth with his tongue. A battle he easily won, he took a hold of your hair again to deepen the kiss. You could barely breathe. You needed air. But he didn’t care, only pulling back until he was satisfied. A string of saliva following as you panted for air. 

he took a hold of your neck, slightly adding pressure to choke you. His eyes held no remorse, his lips in a thin line and his face was scrunched in disgust.  

“Tell a soul and I’ll kill you.” 

The message was sent as you choked out a response. “Y-yes.. s-sir..” 

He let go of his hold and stood back, his eyes looking down upon you. You coughed and looked back at him. He heaved a heavy sigh before sliding his hands down to the hem of his shorts. He swiftly removed his undergarments and shorts in one, his erect cock rising up. You watched it bob in great awe. You superior’s cock in full view for you? Anyone would kill for that view. 

Your cheeks became warm and the pool between your legs got hotter. How you ached to touch yourself, for him to touch you. To run his hands over your bare breasts, pinching and pulling you nipples. His hands rubbing your hips and slowly making their way to your clitoris, rubbing and teasing your slit. You kept your eyes focused on your superior, not daring to open your mouth and await orders. 

In a state of urgency, he made his way to unchain the bounds to your wrists. You lifted them up and shook them, the tightness of the chains causing them to tingle. After a few moments of silence, he took a hold of your hair again. 

He threw you to the ground, knees hitting the floor roughly. You gasped out of surprise, the excitement building in your body. Your eyes made their way down his body where you eyed his erect cock. While it might not have been very large, it certainly had some girth to it. You were able to see the veins, and the tip stood out in the front of your face. You eyed it intensely. 

“Suck me off, slut” he said as he roughly pulled your hair towards his cock. The tip collided with your lips, causing them to slightly open. You slowly opened the rest of your mouth to slide him in, heat from your breath tickling his skin. He swiftly thrusted into your mouth filling you whole, his tip felt on the back of your throat. You choked as he pulled back, saliva coating it. 

He groaned while slamming his cock back into your mouth. You tried to stay steady, placing your hands on your knees. You inched one of your hands towards your aching heat. He stopped abruptly, a scowl appearing on his face. 

“Did I say you can touch yourself?” He asked with a dark tone. You gulped. He grabbed both of your wrists and held them above your head. “This is your punishment, whore. You please me and me only.”

You nodded in understanding, the scowl on his face turning back into a malicious smirk. You didn’t understand why he made you feel this way. He was degrading you, relinquishing you of your pleasure and yet... you loved this situation. He thrusted his cock back into your mouth and started moving his hips at a fast pace. You hummed, sending vibrations through his cock. 

“Ngh. Just... like t-that...” he groaned out, pounding harder. “Your pretty little mouth, it’s so good...” His thrusts started becoming sporadic and quickened. He must’ve been close. The room was filled with his noises and you felt hotter by the minute. You wished to touch yourself, to get some sort of pleasure from your leaking entrance. 

His breathing became labored and he closed his eyes tightly. He felt it coming, legs shaking and groans growing louder. You hummed more, a mixture of chokes coming from your throat. He was so close, just a few more thrusts and...

He cried out loudly, his cum hitting the back of your throat as he pulled out. A mixture of your saliva and his cum coating his cock. He breathed harshly, eyes slightly opening and hands letting go of your wrists, letting them droop to your sides. You swallowed his thick cum, trying your best not to gag. 

“You better eat it all up. If I see even a drip leave your mouth it won’t end nicely for you” he breathed out tiredly. You finished swallowing the rest of his seed and opened your mouth to prove to him you had eaten it all. He scoffed, retrieving his disheveled shorts from the ground and putting them on. 

“Next time your punishment won’t be so easy.” He said, leaving you in the dark room to deal with yourself. 

Perhaps there will be a next time. He wouldn’t want to rid himself of a loyal servant like yourself. 

- ♟

♚ End note: 

I would like to expand on this in the future, so consider this a part one of some sort. Thanks for reading. 

♕ violetgardens.

[violetgardens]

A Rainy Day Takes the Stress Away.

♔Zhongli + Female!Reader ♔

♚Working at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor in the bustling city of Liyue Harbor can be tiring work. On a specific rainy day, when the city was quiet and the rain as his acquaintance does he make his way home for some well needed stress relief. ♚

♔nsfw under cut. ♔

“Drip… drop… drip…”

The streets of Liyue were filled with crowds. Consumers rushed to get under builds as the skies started to cry a melancholic tune. Businesses were quick to close their stands and rushed inside as the thunder boomed. The Millelith stood at their posts, umbrellas in hand. As the sky started to pour down harder, the clouds covered the sun and darkness engulfed Liyue Harbor. 

Such minor issues did not bother Mr. Zhongli though, as he sat in his chair at his desk and continued filling out papers as consultant of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. His assistant was quick to rush into the business, drenched from the rain that poured outside. He simply looked up and nodded his head before getting back to his writings. 

Rain filled him with a sense of relaxation, a time of peace. Days where he could find himself thinking of the older days of Liyue and how prosperous it would be without Rex Lapis. Or days where he could recollect the past memories of archon war to which he would tell Aether whenever they had visited an area or went out for tea. Even days where he could sit at Xiangling’s restaurant and reminisce, basking in the warmth of the small rain drops. 

He sighed to himself before putting his pen down and closing his folder, his back was aching and he needed a break, thus, he called off work for the rest of the day. 

Walking to his home down the empty streets of Liyue (save for a few merchants and vendors who still had carts up) had given him a lonely feeling, one lacking the warmth that the bustling streets of Liyue usual had as he walked home. His longing for a better Liyue without him had affected him in a way that seeing the lack of people and interaction on the streets left him in a state of dread. He pushed through the storm and hurriedly walked the rest of the way to his home when the rain began to pour harder than before. 

“Drip… drop… drip…”

The rain cascaded off the roof of his small home creating a waterfall between him and his front door. Swiftly evading the water, he held his hands towards the knob, the color a beautiful gold. It didn't take long for him to realize you were home, the sweet aroma of one of the delicacies in Mondstadt, Sticky Honey Roast. It put a smile on his face as he opened the door, the sound alerting to you that he was home, and quite early. 

“Welcome home Zhongli!” you said ecstatically, not expecting him to be home before you finished cooking. A large smile plastered on your face before you ran to get him a towel to dry off. He gratefully took it, waving you a small hello and muttering a thank you, reciprocating a smile. He started to remove his gloves, his hands calloused from the many fights he had endured. You took his gloves in your hands while he started to remove his coat, still drenched from the storm outside. Removing the top button of his shirt and tie, he heaved a heavy sigh. Lastly, he took off the band that held his hair together, allowing it to fall to his shoulders. You smiled bigger than before at his relaxed form.

“Feeling better? You look tired. Here, come sit with me” you said while grabbing his hand and leading him to a chair in which he comfortably sat in. You rushed over to the stove and put out the fire that cooked the food, letting it sit, and began making him a cup of tea. 

“I’m feeling fine, although I seem to have an ache in my shoulders, nothing I cannot do about, though” he started as he graciously took the cup of tea out of your hands and took a sip, the heat warming his body. It wasn’t unusual to see Zhongli in a state like this. He was easily able to let off his guard around you because he trusted you more than anyone else. You were genuinely happy when he was able to let go of his standard demeanor and be himself. 

He put down the cup and looked towards you as you got up to stand behind him. Your hands found his way into his hair, combing your fingers through it. This elicited a soft humming of approval from him while you continued. Your hands slowly fell to his shoulders and softly started to massage him from the base of his neck towards the tips of his shoulders. He laid his head back in content against your body and closed his eyes, basking in the peaceful silence between the two of you. 

“That’s great to hear,” you said, breaking the silence and looking down towards his peaceful face. This man had never ceased to make you blush, his features becoming more and more clear to you since the day he’d met you in the Guili Plains. 

- ♔

The Guili plains are a magnificent area. Full of many ruins, one would think it was quite dangerous to traverse. But you were different. Today you were on the lookout for glaze lilies, the flowers that would thrive off of melodic singing and gave off a beautiful blue hue that lit up any area. Smiling to yourself, you ran over to a desolate area of the plains where the glaze lily buds were peacefully sitting. You sat in between the buds and started singing a tune of old you had learnt previously from a storyteller in Liyue. 

“♫ ♪ ♫~”

The buds started opening and the lilies were in full form. Unbeknownst to you though, one of the buds was not what you thought. It sprung off the ground, a cryo whopperflower looking straight in your direction whilst the other glaze lilies were destroyed by its presence. You shrieked and jumped back, making a run for it. It wasn’t until more creatures began to aggro you, creating more obstacles for you that were hard to escape from. The rumors were right, Guili plains were certainly a dangerous place. Every twist in turn there was a new enemy that would stop you in your place. Ranged hilichurls, mitachurls, heck even abyss mages and ruin guards followed your path as you tried to escape back to Liyue Harbor. 

You were running out of breath and needed to hide somewhere, taking your chances and running over to a tree. There, you saw a man. 

Zhongli had taken his day off to come to the Guili plains, a sight he could not forget. He recollected all of his memories from the archon war, and stood in front of a lake pondering the future of Liyue. Lost in thought, he had not seen the commotion that went on around him until he found you right next to him, breathlessly holding on to one of his arms as you looked up to him pleadingly. Then, he turned around and saw a ruin guard following you. Quickly connecting the dots he told you to stay put and walked over to the ruin guard, spear in hand. 

And within a moment. It was over. Blink and you’ll miss it.

He walked back over to you once he finished surveying the area. Your eyes held a look of awe as you clutched your chest and hurriedly met with Zhongli, to which you shot a nice smile. He nodded before looking back down to you.

“You do know these plains are quite dangerous. Given that you have come here with no more than a basket and no weapon, I can assume you are not a fighter. What brings you here?” He asked with a questioning tone. His assumption made you blush with embarrassment, for what he said was true. You had come only to pick glaze lilies, not be attacked by hordes of monsters. But you digress. Clearing your throat you muttered to him, “I have come to pick the glaze lilies. A storyteller once said that singing a song of the past would bring them to bloom, and once he told me of their beauty I had to come and check them out. Though, I was not expecting a whopperflower to attack me… and then… well, you know the rest” rubbing the back of your head with a cheeky smile. He put his hand on his chin and closed his eyes and looked back at you. “Well, I suppose I could help you find these lilies. They are a special part of Liyue’s history after all” he started. “It is rather rude of me to interject into your plans. Please, allow me your name first? Apologies for not asking first.” 

“Oh, I’m (Y/N). Nice to meet you. And yours?”

“Zhongli. A pleasure as well. Shall we go find those flowers?”

- ♔

And thus was the start of your relationship. One started on the brinks of your own death that blossomed into a love just as the glaze lilies displayed their beauty towards the songs of Liyue. It’s a story that always makes you chuckle, for if Zhongli hadn’t saved you that day who knows what might’ve happened. Sighing contently, you smiled down to the man you now call your love, and leaned down to give him a peck. His hands met yours that sat on his shoulders and he reciprocated the kiss.

“Drip… drop.. drip…”

The rain continued to pour on the glass on your window. The aroma of the roast is still in the air. A lovely little house on the side of the harbor that consisted of small artifacts from your travels and stories of long ago. Comfy, perfect fit for two. And the sight on the inside, well…

One could say it’s a sight that keeps you coming back.

He sat straight up on the chair, his shoulders loosely hanging. His shirt, once buttoned down by his collar, thrown into the disheveled mesh of clothing that sat in a pile. His face, bright red and sweating profusely from the contact making his hair stick to his forehead and back. Labored breaths came out as he groaned quite loudly, much different from his composed demeanor. Was this the same Zhongli as everyone at his work or on the streets would see? The one who knows every inch of history in Liyue? One of the most attractive men on the harbor who seemed unfazed by everything?

No. This is your Zhongli. One that the public would never see. 

He tilted his head back in surprise when you took more of him in, his grip tight in your hair and his other hand slicking his hair back and out his face. He shut his eyes tightly, mouth slightly parted as he tried to hide his groans. Yet you weren’t one to hold back. While he may have been bare, you on the other hand had been fully clothed. Why not tease him a bit? He works too hard, it’s time to take care of him. 

You slowly retracted your mouth from his cock before looking back up at him. He looked to submissive, so innocent as you tore down his walls and opened up a new world for him. His grip on your hair loosened and he cupped your cheeks, looking down in your eyes with fervor. You took this opportunity to sweetly smile at him as if you were innocent, and grabbed his member again to stroke it. This aroused him even more, the look in his eyes getting more intense and his hand going back into your hair. You knew what he wanted, slowly sticking your tongue out to lick the tip of his cock before taking it in once again. This elicited a noise from Zhongli, the intense pleasure coming within seconds, too quick for him. You bobbed your head up and down, closing your eyes when he hit the back of your throat, slightly choking. You hummed, the vibrations sending more pleasurable sensations through his body. 

He was going to cum. You knew him too well. 

You stopped all motion before he could, and looked back at him, slightly panting. He eyed you lowly, a mixture of disappointment and urgency on his face. You chuckled before standing up and placing a kiss to his forehead, an action that he always cherished. He wondered what your next move would be. You had left him bare and yet here you stood, fully clothed, even your apron was still on. 

It was as though you could read his mind. You simply hushed him, bringing him out of his thoughts and ran a finger under his chin, lifting his head up. Gracefully taking a step back, you ran your hands over clothed breasts and down to your hips, shaking your body in tune. He sighed, trying to repress himself. He had long forgotten the name of Rex Lapis, one of war, and had reduced himself to Zhongli, a mortal. Yet the dominating aura of Rex Lapis stayed with him just as it had been displayed all those years ago. He knew he had to stop himself before he went over to you and ripped off your clothes himself and made you his. He breathed in a shaky breath, resting his hand on one leg and the other grabbing his shaft, slowly rubbing himself. 

You loved breaking him down, knowing that he would be unable to show his dominance, that he had to repress himself. The sight made you smile as you removed the apron, the cloth swiftly falling to your feet. You kick it away, moving your hands to the buttons on your dress. Each undoing felt slower and slower to Zhongli, his pace going faster as if demanding you to hurry up. He ached for you as lust clouded his mind yet he is powerless in the situation. You watched him, smile still plastered on your face while you undid the last button, your body in full view. Letting it cascade off your shoulders, you watched as his eyes widened and his breathing began to get heavier. 

“Oh dear. Don’t cum.”

A demand that made him stop, both eyes focused on you. His amber irises glistened over with lust, cheeks red, drenched in sweat. God, that turned him on even more. And just as you removed the last article of clothing he breathed a sigh of relief that he could finally be given the long awaited pleasure he was seeking. 

You slowly made your way over to him and he sat up in the process, upper body straightening. You sat upon his lap, grabbing his cock and positioning it near your entrance. He grabbed onto your hips and rubbed them, helping you down onto his shaft. He breathed out a groaned, your walls tightening against him. You shut your eyes tightly and parted your lips, soft moans leaving your mouth when he fully made his way into you. You opened your eyes and stared back at his orbs, leaned down to kiss him. Lips locked into a battle, you lifted yourself up before roughly slamming back down, removing yourself from his lips and letting out a loud moan. You continued with a slow pace, keeping contact with Zhongli as he tried to mask his groans. 

He’d always been a patient man, yet the pace was too teasingly slow. 

Could he resist the temptation to speed it up?

Of course not. 

It seemed only like seconds had passed and yet he had you pinned to the wall. You gasped in surprise, hands quickly meeting his neck and legs wrapping around his waist. The repressed dominance he had tried his best holding back had come out full force as he roughly held onto your hips and rammed into your wet core. You didn’t suppress any moans, sounds meshing into the air like a song. He moved his head to meet your neck, hot breath hovering over your neck. He kissed your neck and sucked the skin, biting it to leave a mark. Your arms held on tight to his neck, holding him for dear life. He pulled back, looking you in your eyes. He was panting, his legs were shaking, he was close. You met foreheads, his pace going faster and faster to the brink of pleasure. Bringing your lips together for a final kiss, your walls tightened against his cock, signaling your orgasm. You moaned loudly into the kiss, head reeling back and eyes shutting tightly. He soon finished with you, ramming himself as far as he could into your core, leaving him flustered and panting. 

Your bodies meshed together, the sweat glistening off and the warmth of your bodies radiating off each other. You were tired and he knew it, slowly making his way to the sofa where he laid your body comfortably. About to leave, you quickly grabbed his hand to stop him, looking up at him with half lidded eyes. 

“Stay with me.”

The rain accompanied the sounds of comfortable silence. His eyes followed your form and he chuckled to himself. He knew. 

This was a demand he could not ignore.

“Drip… drop… drip…”

♕ violetgardens. 

[violetgardens]

Cecilias Under the Blue Sky.

❀ Venti + Female!Reader ❀

✿ Meeting with the Anemo Archon was by chance, and each encounter sparked newfound feelings. When the opportunity came, he took it. ✿

✩ nsfw under cut. ✩

~ ✿

Being an adventurer for the guild was a lot of work. Each day it was the same schedule: wake up, do commissions, and find yourself at the Angel Share tavern where you’d take sips of dandelion wine and watch the other customers’ mischief. The same boring, repetitive lifestyle was not an issue for you though. Instead, you basked in the opportunity to help others around Mondstadt.

Today was a special day. Walking outside the walls of Mondstadt and onto the grass, you started making the trek to Windrise, softly humming a tune that the bard had played in the tavern the night before. An adventurer such as yourself had no qualms about running into battle, as you swiftly took down any hilichurl or slime in your path. The path to Windrise was quiet, the wind singing a tune that played through your hair and tickled your skin. The air, crisp like the waves, the sun shining down and illuminating your figure.

When you made your way towards the path of the great tree you noticed a young man cladded in green intricate clothing. In his hands, a lyre. Though his back was turned to you he knew you stood there watching him quietly. Not one to start questioning, you slowly made your way towards the tree, ignoring the insistent need to leave him be and come back another time. It was as though the sight of him put you into a trance. Each step made you feel as though the air was becoming clearer. Goosebumps were felt on your skin, the light in your eyes growing, a smile adorning your features. When he turned around, a smile crept onto his face at the sight of you.

And before long, he introduced himself as Venti.

A few months had passed since that fateful meeting and you found yourself meeting with Venti near the tree at least once a week. Each encounter was met with a subtle nod and smile but as you met more the goosebumps worsened overtime and the heat on your cheeks had deepened. Had it not been for the grace of Diluc’s tavern, the relationship would not have transpired into anything deeper than subtle gestures.

~ ✿

It was a windy night when you finished all of your commissions. Tired from destroying camps, you made your way to the Angel Share tavern. When you stepped inside you swiftly removed your coat and put it on the hanger and made your way to the bar. Taking a seat, you spoke to Diluc, the bartender for today. “Dandelion wine for today, please” you chirped, flashing a small smile at him. He nodded, his face softening a bit at the sight of one of his most loyal customers and took out a glass, pouring the wine. He handed you the glass before sighing and looking over to your right. You followed his eyes and gasped in surprise to see the young man himself, Venti, head laid on the counter and glass of half drunk wine.

“Venti?” you called quietly, looking him up and down. At the sound of your voice he raised his head and looked towards you, his eyes full of surprise. Had he not been surrounded by many glasses you would have thought he was more sober than anyone in the bar. He tried his best to open his mouth, yet all that came out was a hiccup and a giggle. It was quite endearing to see him try his best to speak to you. You moved down to sit next to his and rubbed his back, as he was bound to have a heavy hangover in the morning.

“So, who will be paying for the bard’s drinks today?”

You sighed heavily before chuckling.

“Put it on my tab.”

As you lugged the drunk man down to your house, you could feel his breath tickling your neck as he laid his head on your shoulder. His arm wrapped around your shoulder dangling. Each step growing heavier by the minute, perhaps it was the weight of the man or the heat that adorned your cheeks from his closeness. The goosebumps were rising again, the air becoming thick with tension as you walked faster in the windy night to your flat. The thoughts of Venti had plagued your mind as they had before. Your first meeting was a wondrous encounter as before you headed off to Windrise to collect Asters you had not expected to meet a man such as Venti. And each encounter made you flush even more at the thought of his charming smile and soft eyes had come into view. His voice - once he had sang to you a song of the past when you had met back at Windrise during another encounter - was of one that rivaled an angel. He was the sun that shined so brightly in your life, one that brightened your mood and day and made you feel on cloud nine.

Had you fallen for Venti?

~ ✿

The position you found yourself in months after your encounter with Venti at the tavern had come to a surprise to you.

Sprawled out on the grass was a small blanket that fit the both of you and a basket you had brought. Inside contained a bottle of dandelion wine, two glasses, and some small pastries you had baked for the picnic you invited Venti to.

But instead of drinking the wine he had other plans…

It started with a kiss. A simple, chaste kiss that you had reciprocated. Soft lips moved together in a slow rhythm, a dance. Each step to the beat of the wind prompted you to scoot closer to him, wrapping arms around his neck and his, your waist. The air sang a song of love as the light pedals of the cecilia flowers that surrounded your blanket adorned the air, landing in your hair. Each kiss lit the fire between your legs, the need growing stronger and stronger. He felt the urgency in your aura, nodding to himself before pulling you back in for another kiss, his tongue asking for entrance into your mouth, slowly parting your lips for entrance. Simultaneously, he removed the straps from your spring dress you had decided to wear for the picnic, the warm wind blowing softly onto your skin, chilling and creating goosebumps. Scooting closer, your body was flushed tight against his as he parted from your lips and gasped for air, breathing heavily and eyes slowly opening to meet your blushing face. On every occasion you and Venti had spoken he had a more laid-back, childish appeal to the tone of his voice. Every giggle made your heart beat faster and a beautiful smile plastered your lips.

He eyed you lowly before making his way to your ear and nibbling on it. His breathing was ragged, he finally had you. “Let it be known. You’re mine” he huskily said before moving his mouth to your neck and biting. The sudden movement elicited a gasp from you, lips heaving in the cold air and hands moving to meet his shoulders. Had you not already been wet from his previous actions his voice would have made you. His demeanor changed. He wasn’t the pure, sweet man you’d been with this whole time. No, at this moment.

It was pure lust.

Stealing your lips for another kiss he slowly started moving you to your back, hand pulling down your dress and wandering to your breasts. Each pinch made you jump and whimper into his mouth, the action urging him on to continue pleasing you. Pulling away from your mouth, he started a trail of kisses down to your chest. He looked at you, a mischievous smile on his face.

Sat on the blanket was the unopened bottle of dandelion wine. He swiftly opened the bottle and poured himself a glass, his gaze reverting down to you as he sat between your legs. Slowly sipping the glass of wine, he never broke contact with you. And down to the last drop you would stare in a mix of awe, embarrassment, and lust. He looked at the empty glass before returning your gaze. “What a fine wine, as per usual. But a glass is so boring. You on the other hand…” he started, and grabbed the bottle again, this time instead of pouring it in the glass he poured it on your chest. An audible yelp came from your lips as the cold liquid splashed all over your breasts and down the sides of your torso. He chuckled at the sight.

His dipped down to meet your chest, hands placed on each side of you and one leg near your heat. As not to tarnish the work he had created on your body, he chose not to touch you and instead let his mouth do all the work. He leaned on his elbows and moved to one of your nipples, giving it an experimental lick before taking it all in. A soft moan passed your lips as you grabbed his shoulders to steady yourself. The blush on your cheeks had grown even more, and you tightly shut your eyes, small pants leaving your lips. He swirled his tongue around the bud, taking in the flavor of the wine and keeping eye contact with your panting face. He led his mouth towards the middle of your breasts, tongue lapping up the wine that remained before giving the same treatment to your other breast. Your head was clouded in pleasure, grip tightening on his shoulders and head railing back. He smiled through his licks, taking in the view of you becoming undone by his treatment.

He rose his head to stare at you, hovering over your face as he kneed your heat slowly. This caused you to gasp, opening your eyes to look back at his glazed green eyes, clouded with lust. He leaned down, forehead touching yours and parted his lips as to speak.

“What is it you desire?” He would ask maliciously, his voice deeper than usual.

You choked out an answer, so pleading and submissive. Under his gaze you felt trapped and your voice trembled.

“..You.”

He smirked at the idea that you were right under his finger. ‘So cute’ he would think to himself before sitting up and removing his clothing. The smirk would stay plastered on his face while you watched him undress, blush deepening as more of his clothing came off. Once he had finished taking off his bottoms, he looked towards you, holding his hand out to help you sit up. There, he pulled you in for another kiss, the lingering taste of dandelion wine on his lips. His hand made his way down your chest to your clitoris, which elicited a loud moan from your lips. Out of surprise from his hand stimulating your slit, your legs gave out and you fell back on the blanket, Venti following suit to hover over your frame. He removed his hands and replaced it with his member, rolling his hips and moving in tandem with your own grinding.

“Enough with the foreplay, I want to be inside you already.” He stated, grabbing your hips and leaning down for a kiss. It started slow, he laid his head in the crook of your neck and pushed himself inside. The sounds of your whimpering and his groaning filled the air, quietly shushing you as he fully made his way inside. He sat there for a minute to allow you to get used to his size. In the midst of the lust in the air the cecilia petals fell down from the song the winds made and adorned your body with their gentleness. He chuckled at the sight, your body like a goddess. The archon himself mesmerized by you, the most beautiful woman he had laid his eyes on. He knew during your first encounter at Windrise that you were the one. The countless tales and songs he sang to you to accentuate his love. The night at the tavern when he laid drunk at the bar, silenced by your presence. And the night you took him to your abode where he woke up by your side, your hands holding a glass of water and a small smile on your face. His thoughts were interrupted when you shyly wrapped your arms around his neck and looked up to him, smiling contently.

“I’m ready.” You told him.

Thus, he shot you a close-eyed smile before moving his hips. Each thrust was like another beat to the song that the wind sang. You swiftly wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing your bodies closer. The action made him move faster, mouth parting and lowly groaning. You on the other hand were full of moans, Venti hitting the right spot, each time using more force to extract even louder and lewd noises. He took this to his advantage and removed one of his hands and moved it down to your clitoris, rubbing it in circles as he pounded harder into you. You yelled in pure ecstasy, eyes becoming cloudy with dots from overheating. Venti moved faster at the feeling of your walls clenching around him, leaning down and kissing the mark he has made prior. The stimulation, the force, the speed - it all led to your release, walls tightening around his cock as you finish your part in the melody of love. Not soon after, he followed with his own release, head arching back as he forced himself deeper inside you as his warm liquid coating your walls.

Panting heavily, he looked down at your figure. Your mouth was slightly parted, eyes half lidded and sprawled out on your sides. The cecilia petals arranged so eloquently around your bare body. You opened your tired eyes and looked at him so lovingly, your mouth forming a sweet smile. He smiled all the same before pulling out and laying next to you, pulling you onto his chest.

The sound of his heartbeat rang into your ear as you both shared a comfortable yet loving silence. And soon you found yourself falling asleep, the wind as your protection.

~ ✿

♕ violetgardens.