Fucking Venti slow and passionate but he keeps arching his back, moaning like a whore and trying to get himself off. Leaving a trail of kisses around his neck, down his spine, and all the way down to his ass. He has to fight himself not to cum just from that little sensation. He is gone. Any question you ask him will be met with mumbling and incoherent sentences as answers. It's not like he isn't trying to answer you. He's trying soo hard to be a good boy for you. He's trying so hard not to cum he can't think about anything else. Your name is on repeat in his head. He wants you to praise him. Tell him he's been a good boy. Tell him he's your little slut. Tell him he's pretty when he cries.
yall this is my first time requesting something from someone so im a bit nervous but
imagine overstimulating venti until he cries 🤭
also can i be 🌊 anon ? PLEASE tell me if anything i asked made you uncomfortable!!
♡︎ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙙’𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 ♡︎
characters: sub!venti x nb!dom!reader
warnings: overstimulation, size kink, dacryphillia, reader’s genitals/pronouns are never mentioned so the cock can be interpreted as a strap on
notes: of course you can be 🌊anon! and yes, i’m slowly coming back to life. man author’s block is hard to beat. also, if this get’s flagged by tumblr when i wake up tmrw, i’ll delete it and post it again so don’t get too scared if it’s suddenly gone bbies
venti, or better yet known as barbatos to his people, was never really much of an archon.
he never plays by the rules, governs over his people nor even tries to abide by celestia’s rules. often, the wind spirit simply prefers to lay back and watch as his people takes care of any problems. they’re strong after all, his children always has been. of course, the windborn bard slurs out words of being the anemo archon in his drunk dazed self but no one ever takes it seriously.
and another thing was that, venti never worships the celestia. the floating island in the sky is full of nothing but liars, manipulators and cowards. besides… why would he worship those pathetic things when you’re right here?
why kneel before them when he can kneel before you?
why worship those who spat venom everytime they open their mouth when ballads and praises, songs of life flow from yours?
why chase after meaningless praises when your words sting like the strongest alcohol, burning his throat, making his eyes water as he becomes more and more addicted to you?
that’s exactly why the anemo archon prefers to worship you instead. when you braid his hair and comb out the knots as he nuzzles against your form, dazed and sleepy.
when you’re there to console him, help him through his darkest days when those wretches of celestia has done nothing.
when you’re kissing away the tears that spill from his eyes, shushing his slurred speeches and sobs of pleasure as you continue to ram into that one spot inside him, making him shriek and spill over his stomach again and again.
the windborn bard could worship you for eternity.
spilling another load into his stomach, the god in your arms spasms and twitches as his legs weakly wrap around your waist to at least try and calm the twitching of his small body.
dear stars above, you felt so big he could almost feel your tip in his stomach in his sex drunken haze. slurred whines of what seems to be your name flowing out of his mouth as he tries to keep his last threads of sanity together but how can he do so when he can just feel your previous loads slipping out of his rim and down to the sheets.
it all felt so hot, the room was so hot, everything was spinning. the warmth of your cum seeping out of his hole, the slight bulge in his stomach, the feeling of your finger wiggling in next to his already stuffed hole and pushing the cum back inside while your cock stays in — venti lets out a weak sound.
“look at you, little bird. you’re leaking out my cum that i worked so hard to put in you. can’t have my hard work being spent, right?” you coo out teasingly, a grin bit too sadistic tugging on your lips as venti writhes under you when you add in another finger. stars above, were you trying to break him?
venti couldn’t respond. he couldn’t even fully understand and register your words. brain too fried from the previous rounds of your just absolutely handling his small body around, pinching, teasing, smacking, leaving marks and hickeys but he loved it all.
as a response, the bard only weakly bucks his hips back into your strap again seemingly wanting more. my, what an insatiable little bird.
throwing his leg over your shoulder, you take out your fingers from his hole and squeeze his tiny waist once in a warning before fucking back into him again. small whines, weak noises and slurred whorish moans spill out from under you, the anemo archon far too fucked stupid to even try to properly say your name anymore.
making a grabby motion with his hands — a silent ask to hold you close while you fuck him full of your cum again — you decide to be nice and lean down, the absolutely filthy wet noises of your cock easily entering him causing venti to dig his blunt nails into your back, pulling you closer to himself.
feeling another orgasm building up embarrassingly quickly, the archon chases after your lips with weak whines, a sob following as you deny him of a proper kiss. instead teasing him by kissing his soft cheek. he didn’t even realize he was crying.
but soon those soft and weak whimpers and slurred words turn into a sharp scream as he feels himself cumming into both of your stomachs again, a sob of your name following along as you chase your high, getting more frantic with your movements.
the archon feels himself getting filled up again when your hips stutter, causing the short man under you to whimper a quiet “[n-nameee…❤︎︎]” in your ears.
after having caught your breath, you pull away from him slightly. pushing his hair away from his face, you couldn’t help but laugh as you wipe away his tears. but that laugh is cut off short as the archon bucks his hips against yours again, a cheeky grin pulling on his lips.
nsfw warning, sub!venti, exhibitionism, reader has a strap-on/cock
venti is a massive exhibitionist and is wildly delighted when he learns that you’re absolutely fine with engaging in a little bit of blasphemy and sacrilege.
imagine: fucking him while standing under the statue of the seven at windrise; him with his lower half completely exposed, you holding him up to face the statue and spreading his legs open, fingers digging into his inner thighs, as you pound up into him. just as he's about to cum, you both hear a loud gasp from behind the statue. it's a red-faced adventurer standing near the tree, probably hoping to offer her blessings, staring slack-jawed. venti is completely helpless to do anything except sob with pleasure as you cheerfully greet her with a “hi there!” and continue railing him. he covers his burning face as he comes the most shameful orgasm of his life, toes curling and entire body trembling. spurting all over the base of the statue before you grind into his prostate hard, forcing another orgasm out of his oversensitive cock within seconds and making him scream. “oh, she’s gone. i hope she liked the show,” you offer conversationally, ignoring his gasps and whimpers. then you lower him onto his knees in front of the statue until he’s face to face with his own cum, dripping off of the stone. “we can’t just leave it like this now, can we?” you hum, “why don’t you show some respect for barbatos and clean it off?”
you continue to fuck him until he’s licked his statue completely clean, wringing three more orgasms out of him and traumatizing several more adventurers that walk by. his memories of that day are now his most utilized masturbation fantasy (even if you had to carry him back to the city afterwards because he was too sore to move, while having to hide from all the furious nuns who had received reports about someone desecrating the statue).
oh, another one of his fantasies is being fucked on stage while trying to perform at angel’s share. you refuse to indulge him in this one, though, out of respect for diluc and the other tavern staff.
cw: yandere!venti, sub!venti, dom!reader, they/them pronouns, unwanted advances, obsessive behavior, public sex, cock stepping, also a warning for yandere!venti’s overall behavior.
a/n: i had a taglist for this but i lost it LMAO
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You’ve always noticed how different he acted towards you since the beginning.
The way he sits on your lap playfully, grinding himself without warning and when you ask him what he’s doing, he always pretends to be drunk although you were aware of his schemes.
Or when you’re wearing a skirt and somehow the Monstadt breeze always got stronger, your thighs or more accidentally showing even if you tried to pull it down.
And let’s not forget the time when he intentionally triggered his allergies so you could take care of him while he was “sick”. You didn’t doubt the fact that he was capable of taking care of himself.
You touch the rim of your glass, thinking about him. While it was definitely annoying, it sure did work and got your attention.
“That bard is quite strange, isn’t he?” You asked the bartender in front of you and he takes the empty glass from your hands to give you another fill.
“What’s strange is that he isn’t here chatting your ear off while you drink.” Diluc stated in annoyance. Archon knows how much the bard has actually ended up drunk under the table.
“Perhaps he hasn’t heard that I’ve come back to visit?” You questioned.
“He knows. If he says he doesn’t then he’s obviously lying. That bard knows more than you think.”
“Yet, he’s nowhere to be seen… How peculiar.”
“To think that we have a whole festival offering him flowers and yet he shows such indecent acts says a lot about our city.”
You stop before taking another sip of the alcohol in your hands. “What?”
The redhead stood in awe, realizing he’d made a mistake. “Forget what I said, I thought you knew.”
“Ragnvindr. Are you saying?”
He neither confirmed nor denied it.
You laughed at the new information. It was unbelievable, truly. “But, he’s so tiny? I could cup his face with my palms.”
“Get out. Don’t mention this to anyone.” He ordered.
“Excuse me?”
The next thing you knew, you were outside as Diluc closed earlier from the situation. Well, he was supposed to close earlier but with your pleading he served you a few glasses.
It did make sense, as strange as it sounded. Still, the idea of Venti being the Anemo Archon?
That and the fact that he’s obsessing with you made you want to go home and sleep.
Although, going home was never really an option for a traveler like you.
Should you really pester the Darknight Hero for a room?
You decided against it and went for a midnight stroll instead. There weren’t many hilichurls around due to the Honorary Knight getting rid of them for a quick bag of mora.
The stars were shining as you walked through the land of Mondstadt.
That still didn’t prepare you for the brightness that came along with the Anemo Archon appearing in front of you.
It looked like something out of a drama. A God staring down at a human as he fluttered his wings, creating strong breezes around the two of them.
Fuck. Was this really Venti?
The Anemo Archon presented himself in a form you haven’t seen before. Pure and white wings on his back, with a rather revealing outfit than his usual.
“Well, this is new.” You said.
He tightened his lips as he stared at you like you were his. “I’ve fallen for you, (Name). Why can’t you see that?”
A confession at this hour. One, which you did not appreciate either.
“I’m not looking for anything serious right now, so.” You scratch your head. Alice never wrote a book about rejecting Gods when they confess to you out of nowhere.
Barbatos floated towards you, clasping your hands together. “(Name). You don’t want another city to fall into ruins, do you?”
“Are you threatening me?”
You chuckled. “My, I’ve never thought Barbatos to be such a brat who rattles around if he doesn’t get what he wants.”
His wings quickly fluttered around.
“I’m not!” He yelled. “You don’t get it. Ever since I first saw you, I knew you were different from any other human I’ve met.”
You aggressively pulled him towards you by his braid. “I think you’re the one not understanding, Venti.”
“I’m not accepting a confession from someone who acts like a cheap whore. Surely, you can do better than that.” You scolded and it seemed to be working with how red his face got with each word that you tell him.
…
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
You pulled on his hair again, your faces centimeters away from each other. He presented himself to be intimidating when he came over here and yet all you see right now is a puny little god, one who grit his teeth and trying not to let an unwanted noise come out from his throat even if the white shorts he’s wearing is leaving nothing to the imagination, his cock twitching from your words.
“I’m not—” He fumbled over his words, he knew just how enamored he was but he didn’t expect it to this effect.
“It’s not like that…” The red on his cheeks deepened.
“Do you really need to travel to the other regions? Haven’t I made Monstadt the perfect home for you?!”
You never asked for any of those, you wanted to say.
“I’m even offering myself to you. Isn’t that enough?”
There are tears coming out of his eyes and you couldn’t understand whether these were actually his true feelings or he was trying to guilt you into accepting his confession.
Either way, it was working.
The Archon embraced you tightly, pressing his cock against you and humping your thigh like a desperate bitch needy for attention.
He’s sensitive.
Right, someone like him would have been void of this kind of intimacy.
You waited until Venti was flushing heavy, moans signaling that he was close to cumming on you.
Then, you stopped him.
“Ah—Wait!” He mewled pathetically from the ruined orgasm.
“You don’t do things unless I say so, alright?” You warned him, the whole shtick of grinding against you without permission was getting old.
“Lay on the ground, Barbatos.”
Venti hesitated, unsure of how exactly. Eventually, he rested his back on the ground with his hands crossed together. He stared up at you, opposite of how you two were at the beginning of this whole conversation.
If you told him you were a god born in a human’s body, he would believe it.
His back arched as he felt you step on his groin, your shoe aggressively putting pressure on his already sensitive cock.
“Haah–(Name)-” He breathed out.
His wings moved involuntarily while you continued stepping on him. Venti writhed on the ground, moaning your name repeatedly as if it were the only thing he could remember.
“Don’t close your thighs together.”
“C-cant…’m trying.” He complained.
“Hold them for me.”
Venti puts his hands on his knees, spreading his legs open just for you. His trembling fingers barely even did anything more than when they were on the ground.
“I like this outfit on you, should wear it more often to show off how much of a whore you are to your people.”
He wailed in response, drooling at your words.
“Do you like it, Venti? Do you like it when I degrade you less than dirt?” You asked.
He shook his head, muttering ‘no’ over his whimpering.
You pressed down harder and Venti choked on his breathing, coughing in embarrassment.
“You say that…but my shoe is getting cleaned from how soaked you are. Not to mention, your feathers are all over the place.”
“I’m c-close–(Name), please…want to-”
Venti moaned louder, he wasn’t even holding himself back even if he knew that the two of you were in public, that if anyone were to see how he looked now then they would be able to figure out that their dear Barbatos was the one creaming on the ground.
“Admit it first. Maybe, I’ll consider it.”
“Admit–what?”
You removed your shoe away from his cock and were immediately met with pleading. “No, no. Please, (Name),”
“Yes-yes. I like it when you talk to me that way. I like how you ignore me even if I’m bouncing up and down on your lap at Angel’s Share. I love how you treat me like I don’t mean anything to you.” Venti confessed.
“You’re sweet, Venti. You’re such a good boy for me.”
You placed your foot back on him moving around until he was helplessly sobbing from pleasure, cumming while screaming your name out as loud as he could.
Venti panted, his cock continuing to leak out even after he’s done with his orgasm.
You went on your knees, head still above his.
You caressed his wings which lay flat on the ground. “I like this one.”
“What–Hmpf!” He bit his lip in pain as you plucked out one of his feathers.
“I think I’ll keep it. You don’t mind, do you?”
“No–anything for you, of course.” He quickly answered.
“Then, let’s continue.”
Venti’s hole seemed prepared for you already. Still, you inserted two of your fingers inside him and felt his walls around. “Do you finger yourself, Venti? Do you think of me while you get yourself off?”
“Hh–yes.”
You inserted another finger in for his honesty, touching every part of his insides and avoiding his prostate, no matter if tried to plunge himself deeper for it.
“Close your eyes. Tell me exactly what you think.”
You removed your fingers while you listened to every detail he said out loud. “I imagine you placing me on my back and pounding me from how tired you are of me.”
You followed his directions, placing Venti on his back and pushing yourself in without warning. Venti gasped loudly, stopping his story momentarily until he realized that you weren’t going to move unless he continued.
“You pound me rough and deep, filling me up–as–ah!” He faced the ground, eyes still closed. He wouldn’t dare open them.
“You-you.” He tried to focus while feeling you all inside of him, how warm you are, how you hit his spots and how your hand is pushing his back down.
“You let me scream—hh—as l-loud as I can, how you’d love to parade me around like t-this to everyone, that my mouth could do better than tell tales.”
Venti continued to moan, gripping the grass on the ground and unable to hold himself from the pleasure.
“You say that the only time I should open my mouth is when I use it to please you.” He finished.
You grinned, this bard of yours sure let his imaginations run wild.
“And I bet you liked that, didn’t you?”
“Mhm—So, please don’t go anymore, (Name). You can have me a-all you want.” He said from underneath you.
You enveloped his dick in your hands. pushing him to his limit while his prostate was getting abused by your rough and quick movements.
Venti shivered flat on the ground as he came once more, saying your name over and over again.
“So?” The bard asked.
You entered Angel’s Share, desperately wanting a drink after you had ventured from Dragonspine for a quest. Diluc took a single look at you and grunted.
“Ragnvindr, the usual.”
He eyed your side and tutted his tongue.
“To think I was enjoying not seeing the two of you together and now he looks like he’s attached to your hip.” He elaborated.
Venti hugged your arm, snuggling on it as if it were a pillow. “Oh dear bartender, I think you’d find me attached to more than their hip!”
The redhead looked as if he wanted to throw the bard out right now. “I didn’t need to hear that.”
He tilted his head at you. “I’m putting his debt on your tab.”
“I can’t get rid of him, unfortunately, would cry his eyes out if I do.” You replied.
“(Name)? I’m here, you know!” He waved his hands in front of you and you continued to ignore him.
You hoped to yourself that claiming a god as your partner (of sorts) won’t go anywhere more difficult.
•He mostly gets you turned on by touching you, whether you're in public or not.
•And Diluc has been a witness of his stepbrother's horniness.
•Well, Kaeya just can't help himself, he just loves your touch on his body and... something inside him.
Kaeya made sure no one was looking when he grabbed (M/n)'s hand, dragging him to the backdoor of the tavern, and pinning him against the wall of the building. He pressed his body against the (h/c) haired male's, and he started grinding on his thigh, letting out quiet moans next to his ear, his hands gripping onto (M/n)'s shirt.
"(M/n), please... touch me~" the male just smirked and held Kaeya's hips with his hands, making him slow down his grinding.
"You've been teasing me all day, baby, why should I listen to you?" Kaeya let out a high-pitched whine, his hands holding onto (M/n)'s black coat.
"I-I'm sorry, I've... been bad but I... I'll make it up t-to you, so please~" (M/n) reached a hand up to the dark-skinned male's hair, pulling on his hair tie to take it off, he combed his fingers through Kaeya's blue locks, making close his eyes with a whiner as he graced his scalp gently, making shivers run down his spine.
"You better keep quiet then~" he muttered in a low tone before shifting their bodies around. Kaeya's back was now pressed against the brick wall of the tavern, while (M/n) placed his legs in between the other male's thighs, moving his knee back and forth slowly, enticing Kaeya into moving by himself.
With his hands gripping onto (M/n)'s shoulder, Kaeya started grinding his hips down on the (h/c) haired male's thigh, biting his bottom lip hard, letting out loud and rapid breaths through his nose, he was trying so hard not to make a sound, but he couldn't help let out a moan the moment he felt (M/n)'s hands, sneaking under his open shirt to pinch his nipples and pull on them gently then harshly.
Kaeya hid his face in the other male's neck, his hips trembling as he was about to reach his climax. (M/n) pinched his nipples and slowly twisted them, before rubbing them. Muffling his moans as he bit down on the neck of (M/n)'s coat, Kaeya's body shook as he came in his clothes, his thighs were twitching and he could barely hold himself up.
•Diluc is a man of few words, so you'll never know that he's horny.
(M/n) held him around his waist before picking him up in his arms, and he walked away back to their home.
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Diluc
•However, he does tend to get clingy and a little whiny.
•That's why, after picking up on those small details, you know what to do when he holds you back by gripping onto your shirt.
•You're in his office at the Dawn Winery, and it's late at night.
•Now, you're alone, but even if you weren't, neither of you would care about someone hearing his lewd moans and begs for more.
It was subtle, but (M/n) felt it.
(M/n) was quite an observant man, he noticed Diluc's subtle change of behavior for the past few days, he was just waiting for the red-haired male to take the initiative, and he just did.
While Diluc was fidgeting in his seat, (M/n) was holding back a smirk. He turned around and interlocked their fingers, making the other male look up, a needy look in his crimson eyes. (M/n) leaned down and pressed their lips together.
Diluc let out small, muffled moans, turning into whimpers as he felt the other's tongue enter his mouth and play with his. After a few seconds, (M/n) broke their kiss, a string of saliva still connecting their mouths. He opened his eyes and noticed that Diluc still had his eyes closed, a dreamy, flushed expression plastered on his face. He couldn't hold back.
(M/n) reached his free hand to hold Diluc's slim waist, and made him stand up, only to sit on his chair, making the red-haired male straddle his hips, his lower back resting against his desk.
His hands moved down until they reached Diluc's belt, unbuckling it at a slow pace, watching how Diluc's breath was turning heavier and louder. (M/n) felt his growing erection pressing against his palms as he undid the button and pulled down the zipper.
Willingly lifting his hips, Diluc saw how (M/n) pulled his pants and underwear as far they could go, which was roughly around his mid-thighs, his dick finally released from the confinement of his clothes. The (h/c) haired male started unbuttoning his white vest, one by one, by one.
His slow, gentle actions kinda frustrated Diluc, but he knew that he wasn't gonna get a slow and gentle (M/n) after he was done with his clothes, and the thought of that made his erection twitch in anticipation, clenching around nothing as he patiently waited.
Once (M/n) was done with his vest, he took it off and threw it somewhere, now waiting for him to do the same with his dark-red shirt, which he didn't do slowly and gently.
He groaned and just ripped the shirt open, all the button flying who knows where, a hand sliding behind his back to grip onto his red locks and pulling on.
"Fuck it, I'm not patient enough to do this," he said between grunts, his free hand going down between Diluc's thighs to prepare him, however, he wasn't counting on him being loose already, "Oh, someone been having fun without me, eh?" He moves his hand to his pants and pulled his erect cock out, aligning it with the other's entrance, "You've been a bad boy, baby, but I'm rewarding you instead."
Pushing his wet cock in, Diluc's back arched and he reached behind him to hold himself up with his desk, (M/n)'s hand still tangled in his hair.
With his eyes rolled back, Diluc's body trembled as his pre-cum dripped down his dick, gripping the wooden desk as he felt (M/n)'s cock pressing against his prostate.
"Damn baby, you're so tight..." (M/n) whispered, his hand gracing his nipples and down to his stomach, where a big bulge was visible. "Look at you, taking me fully in," he realized Diluc's hair to hold his waist gently, making the red-haired male look down.
A high-pitched whine left his mouth at the sight of (M/n)'s cock bulging inside him, and he started lifting and lowering his hips, watching it disappear and appear again, he threw his head back, bouncing up and down as fast as he could, ignoring the burning feeling in his thighs.
"Please, more~ I... I want more, (M/n), please~" he mumbled the best he could, his mind going blank at the assimilation he felt as his prostate was hit over and over again. (M/n) let out a low growl, before making Diluc lay down on his desk, papers, and books falling on the ground, but neither of them cared.
Dainsleif
Diluc was glancing away as his bare fingers held onto the back of his shirt. Both of them were in his office at the Dawn Winery, all alone.
Diluc's lewd moans and cries for more echoed off the walls, yes, they were alone in the winery, but they wouldn't mind if someone could hear the slutty noises their boss made. After all, Diluc was (M/n)'s and no one else's.
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•He doesn't say anything nor show it.
•You never know if he's horny or not.
•Dain just pulls you somewhere far enough away and gets down on his knees.
•You only realize what's happening when you feel his wet lips wrapping around your tip, followed by the hot sensation of his mouth taking your cock.
Dain kept his eyes locked onto (M/n)'s expression, how he closed his eyes every few seconds, before opening them to look down at him. He got off to the (h/c) haired male's expressions and subtle noises, but he went crazy whenever he had (M/n)'s dick in his mouth, even going as far as take him down his throat, loving how he would use him like he was nothing but a cum-dump for him.
•He loves the taste of your cum, just feeling it filling his mouth is enough to make him cum as well.
He reached his hand out to grab (M/n)'s wrist, who was walking next to him as they walked around, far away from the city of Mondstadt. Dainsleif rushed towards a more desolate spot, finding a dark place surrounded by mountains.
The (h/c) haired made followed him silently, not really realizing anything that was happening currently, well, until he felt something wet and warm wrapping around his dick.
(M/n) looked down and he saw Dain's blond hair, his blue eyes staring at him through his light-colored locks, a hazy, lust-filled look in them. His gloved hand stroked his hardening cock at a quick pace, while his lips wrapped around his tip, his tongue swirling around the head, occasionally pushing on his slit. He lifted one of his hands to press against his mouth, muffling his moans of pleasure.
Letting out short moans that caused vibrations on (M/n)'s dick, Dain placed both hands on the male's thighs, taking a deep breath before inching forward, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he could almost feel the bulge that formed on his throat.
(M/n)'s bit his bottom lip, before moving his hands to grip Dain's blond locks, holding him still as he started thrusting back and forth, his pace increasing as he fucked his mouth. Dain's blue eyes were filled with tears, some of them running down his face, mixing with the drool that dripped from the corners of his mouth.
The blond male thought about it for a few seconds, before deciding there wasn't any harm in it.
His erection twitched inside his pants, and he could feel how wet he was getting just from being treated as nothing but a sex toy.
(M/n) groaned at the messy appearance Dainsleif had just by sucking his dick dry, he got himself into this, but the blond seemed to be enjoying way more than he was. He knew Dain had kind of an oral fixation -that or he was just obsessed with his cock-, so he kept thrusting even when he felt his hips trembling.
He was about to cum, and he knew Dain wasn't going to let him back away, so he just let him bob his head on his own, whining and whimpering as he struggled to move quicker.
Dain wanted (M/n) to fuck his throat however he wanted. Letting go of his hair, stopping his hips, and make him do it by himself wasn't that.
He reached up to grab (M/n)'s hands, guiding them back to his hair, he locked eyes with him, silently begging him to just... fuck his mouth and dump all his cum down his throat
With a silent curse, (M/n) did just that.
Dain's eyes rolled into the back of his head, tasting (M/n)'s pre-cum the longer it passed. And with a deep grunt, he came in Dain's mouth, the blond's body shook, his fingers gripping tightly on the other male's wrists, his cum wetting and staining his clothes.
When (M/n) pulled out, some of his cum was dripping down Dain's lips, he just swallowed what he had left in his mouth and dried his chin with the back of his hand before licking it off.
Venti
Delicious... he thought before standing up and walking away with wobbly legs, trying to hide the wet patch on his pants.
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•Most of the people are completely wasted so he takes his chance to go around the bar.
•Ninety percent of the time he's drunk, and the other ten percent he's horny.
•Making sure he's wearing something much more lewd and revealing.
•He goes to Angel's Share where he knows you're doing your night shift.
•And when that ten percent happens he lets you know.
•Venti gets really turned on at the thought of someone walking in or just being stared at by one of the drunkards in the tavern.
"You're nothing but a cheap whore, aren't you, Barbatos?" (M/n) muttered with a low tone, his hips trusting relentlessly into the smaller male, who was gripping onto the bar, trying to maintain some reason intact.
Well, that wasn't really going to work for long. Venti felt (M/n)'s tight grip on his slim waist, he could feel his inside stretching wide enough to accommodate the male's cock in his tiny body, and the fact that there were people still in the tavern made it just a hundred times better.
His brain was slowly turning into mush, his prostate was being pounded mercilessly, and he was just getting what he deserved for being a cock-hungry slut.
To witness the Anemo Archon like this... If only everyone could see him, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, eyes crossed and loud moans mixed with whimpers got out of his lips. Venti loved being used, his small body would tremble and shiver at the thought of being manhandled and fucked in public, so this setting was kinda getting to him way too much.
His small, flushed cock twitched and dripped pre-cum, his hole clenching around the hot cock inside him.
Venti's eyes looked around where all the drunkards were, some of them were staring at them while they fucked, while others were already stroking their cocks in time with (M/n)'s quick, rough thrust.
They wanted a turn to fuck the bard too, but the way (M/n) wrapped a hand around Venti's throat was a clear sign that the Archon was his only.
"Look at them, staring at you while you're being fucked by me, you like it, don't you?" He made Venti turn to look at him, their mouths gracing, "You love how I treat you like a mere cum dumpster, you're nothing but a whore, Barbatos." He said with a frown, staring at Venti, noticing how his expression changed, a messy smile showed his way.
Albedo
"Yes, I'm nothing but your fucktoy, (M/n)... please, use me~" a smirk grew on his face, his hands gripping his hips and lifting his feet off the ground. Venti grabbed onto the bar, while his lower body was used like a fleshlight, and he couldn't hold in his high-pitched moans of pleasure, his eyes rolling into the back of his head and he came over and over again on the counter, being thoroughly fucked by the (h/c) haired male.
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•Similar to Diluc, you won't ever know he's horny, but!
•He's trying to do some of his research but forgets about it midway.
•Sucrose had to tell you what's been happening to him since he seemed so out of it.
•You realize something is wrong when you notice that he can't focus on anything.
•He wants to draw but he messes it up.
•So you headed over to Dragonspine, of course, you weren't expecting to see him laying face down over his desk.
•He was gasping softly, his hips trembling as he humped his clothed cock on the wooden desk.
•His glossy eyes glanced up when he heard you call his name.
•You were worried about him, but he just jumped on you, grinding your hips together and whimpering as he begged for your touch.
(M/n) was only able to look down at the blond male, who was gripping tightly onto his clothes as he humped on his thigh. He heard those lewd, erotic moans and whimpers that escaped his mouth, and he felt how his body was reacting too.
He picked up Albedo by his thighs, sitting him on his desk with his legs spread apart, the blonde male leaned back on his elbows as he whined, staring at (M/n), impatiently waiting for what he was gonna do.
The (h/c) haired male only gripped the fabric of his pants, and ripped it, showing his underwear. Albedo shrieked as he heard the sound of his pants being torn, but honestly, he didn't care about that right now. He just wanted (M/n)'s cock inside him.
Holding his underwear, (M/n) moved it aside and held it so it would go back to its original place, he knelt on the ground, not caring about the snow that might wet his clothes, and dragged his tongue up Albedo's twitching hole. The blond let out a breathy moan, throwing his head back, and grinding his hips against (M/n)'s tongue.
"Yes, yes, please... don't s-stop," he moaned, moving his arm from his sides to hold onto (M/n)'s (h/c) locks, keeping him close and he whined at the feeling of his hot tongue in him. "(M/n)~ fuck..."
The (h/c) haired male kept a tight grip on Albedo's thigh, lapping his tongue around his tight walls, coating them with his drool. The blond male felt an orgasm approaching him, his body squirming around, his legs wrapping around (M/n)'s head, pulling on his hair when he came. His underwear felt wet and sticky, his cum dripping down to his entrance, where (M/n) licked off and swallowed it.
He stood up and undid his pants, staring at Albedo's shaking body.
"Look at you, princess," (M/n)'s words made him whimper as his legs were placed over the male's shoulder, "Did your boy pussy feel good? Do you want this inside you?" He whimpered and nodded rapidly, making (M/n) smirk. "Such a good girl."
Albedo's eyes rolled into the back of his head when he felt (M/n)'s full length stretching his insides, his prostate being pounded and abused, causing him to cry out for more.
(M/n) noticed his perky nipples barely showing through his clothes, so he reached his hands up to pinch and rub them over his coat. Albedo's back arched off the desk, his mouth wide open as a loud high-pitched moan left him. He came a second time, his body over-sensitive at the stimulation, but he didn't care, he wanted it all.
He looked at (M/n) in the eyes, reaching his hand to hold his face and making him lean down to kiss him slowly. "Cum i-inside me, please..." He mumbled against his lips.
With a groan, (M/n) pressed a deeper kiss onto Albedo's lips, pushing his tongue in and swirling around with his. His thrusts became sloppy with each passing second, until he spilled every drop of his cum inside him, letting out soft, low moans as he pushed in deep and slow, before staying still for a couple of seconds.
When he pulled out, he saw his cum dripping out of Albedo's who was whimpering as he tried to keep it all inside him.
following up on my thinkin’ about series, this weeks character: venti ;)
thinkin bout venti lookin so damn pretty with his ass up and his flushed face pressed into the mattress as you fuck him from behind with your strap/cock. listening to his whine and moans, his calls of your name, his gasping begs, “please...harder...mnh...deeper...mnnf...” watchin him grip the sheet so tightly when you reach around his front and start jerking him, watching his eyes roll back and his hips buck forward into your hand while you push deeper into his guts. thinkin about if you call him a good boy he’ll almost immediately cum in your hand, on the sheets, everywhere because oh yes he’s a good boy, he’ll be your good boy. thinking bout how yes venti is submissive, but he’s also barbatos and barbatos is not. thinkin about switch!venti who once he’s cum from you, he’ll push you out of him and do everything he can to make you feel just as good, if not better, than he did.
oh! and thinkin about giving him a blowjob under the tablecloth hidden table in the back corner of angel share, hearing him whine and gasp and try to stay quiet but he’s a sucker for public sex especially if it’s to spite diluc who keeps kicking him out of the bar.
a/n: hi anon, i actually don’t take requests but i liked this idea so much i wanted to make this short drabble. perhaps i’ll take a few requests to see how i like this. sorry for the long wait!
mmm.. holding venti by his dainty throat n pinning him to the mattress,, meaty cock pounding all sense out of his stupid little head. i luv.
he’s covered in his own cum, tiny dick left bouncing between his spread legs as it twitches helplessly for attention.
venti claws at your strong wrist around his neck, gargling unintelligible pleads and hi-pitched moans. “stupid kitty, cant even talk straight can you?” you breathe out into his ear.
erratic thrusts slow into deep grinds. deliciously grazing over his throbbing prostate. venti whines and wraps his tail around your waist, encouraging you fuck him faster.
feline eyes blink slowly up at you, hazily taking in the sight of your perverted look. venti smiles up at you with that fucked out haze, slowly bucking his hips to meet your fat cock nestled inside his walls.
“ fuck me more. want more!” venti slurred out his demand before he even realized what he said, eyes widening as his ears stand in surprise at his own actions. “ w-wait, m’ sor— nng!!?”
harshly flipping him onto his stomach, you fuck into him at a brutal pace. pulsing cockhead bruising his bundle of nerves. “ giving orders now huh? should i put some fucking manners in that tiny brain of yours? mm?”
venti nearly screams at how deep your hitting inside him, your words combined with the delectable friction of the sheets against his swollen dick sends him hurtling into a toe-curling orgasm. with no warning but a loud moan ventis eyes roll into the back of his head as cum stains the sheets below him.
but you don’t stop. instead you tug at the base of his shuddering tail, using it as leverage to go deeper then before. scratchy wails fill the room as venti reels into his second orgasm embarrassingly fast.
sobs muffle into the pillow below him, mind going dumb at the feeling of your nonstop plunges into his fucked out hole. leaning down to whisper hotly in his ear: “ since you do whatever the fuck you want, m’ gonna fuck you full until i’m satisfied,” you snake a hand under him to rub his tummy “ fill you up so good with my seed you’ll bare my kittens. you’d like that wouldn’t you?” venti sobs out louder, ears twitching n pushing his hips back weakly to meet yours.
“of course you would.”
a/n: something small i wanted put out in apology for not posting anything in a while. TT.
Summary: Sometimes being lazy is the best remedy after having the person you've been missing dearly
It was an early morning one where both my fiance and I happened to be home and off of work after working our asses off to plan our wedding. I turned to face him seeing he was still in his work clothes as he had passed out the moment he got into bed. His beautiful hair was messily braided and he was drooling slightly as he snored softly.
I snuggled closer to the man who placed his arm around my hip holding me in place as I listened to his heartbeat. After months of barely being able to see each other and only hearing each other’s voices it was a miracle that I could lay my head on his chest.
“More~” Venti whined, I raised an eyebrow and rose from my place slightly to look Venti in the face. As I looked at him Venti whined more and it sounded as if he was having an amazing dream. I bit my lip looking down between his legs to see the growing bulge. As I listened to Venti the need that had hidden itself rose to the surface and I slid down to his lower half and undressed it. When I had fully freed Venti’s cock from its prison I began jerking it slowly trying to stir him awake however only his whines became more frequent.
Eventually I chose to wrap my lips around his cock and Venti’s back arched dramatically as he began panting. I continued my tactics and only took Venti deeper and deeper until he suddenly pulled back the covers and looked down at the scene which caused him to swiftly throw his head back in pleasure.
“F-fuck. . .if this is a dream please don’t let it stop.” I smiled and cupped Venti’s balls, massaging them in one hand as he choked back a moan, “H-holy shit, holy shit, this is-” Venti looked down at me and covered his mouth as he laid back on the bed. He continued to keep his mouth covered as I got him close only to get annoyed by his lack of noise I pulled away. I pulled off and went close to his face.
“Every time I don’t hear those noises I love I will stop.” Venti quickly took his hands off and I straddled his lap pulling him into me and cupping his face and Venti said the sweetest thing I had ever heard from his mouth.
“Thank you for being my person.” I don’t know why that melted me the way it did but it did. Throughout our relationship through every break up wanna be rebound or flirty waitress he’d always say he already had a person. I never made the connection until now that I was his person. He never dated anyone between our breakups because I was his person that’s why he always rejected others. Tears welled up in my eyes and I hugged him softly.
“Thank you for letting me be your person.” I sniffled, Venti soothed me before we both slowly continued our previous actions. Venti switched our positions and slid off my pajamas before teasing my clit a bit.
“Venti, please?” I whined, Venti smiled and slid in as I arched my back slowly and I smiled as he filled me in god knows how long. He was very slow but a lazy and slow morning with each other was very much needed as we both missed each other dearly. Venti may not have been pounding me but his gentle touches against my skin and fondling of my body was enough to get me on the edge as we haven’t done this in months.
“Fuck, I thought going slow would make me last longer.” Venti whined, I pulled him close to my face.
“I’m on the edge.” I smiled. Venti pushed his face into my neck before he sped up a bit and needed my hips and I began panting as I hugged Venti close. Venti, to his displeasure, filled me with his warmth as I was embraced with love. Venti sighed and without making a move to leave my cunt he flipped us over once more to have me laying on his body.
“I’m still sleepy, mind if we take a nap before going to shower?” Venti asked. I giggled and snuggled into his chest as a silent confirmation and Venti smiled before pulling the covers back over us and holding me in his arms as we fell back asleep.
