#to sit with him on his throne and trace his face lazily and just ADORE him and be adored in return

[cassieuncaged]

Batstarion (Astarion x Reader)

Summary: You share some time with a certain Ascended Vampire in bat form.

TW: none :)

WC: 1 K

A/N: just a fluffy oneshot inspired by Pani-artz Batstarion series, that’s all :)

Long, leathery wings stretch across the tufted cushion, a flurry of squeaks escaping before you whisper an evocation.

“Amicus animalis,” your fingers trace his tiny body, getting lost in the snowy coat that covers him. “You may speak now, love.”

“Lord,” he corrects in that buttery voice you delight in so much, though it’s difficult to take anything serious when Astarion lounges about in bat form. White pinpricks appear from behind an upturned snout, his menace evaporated as beady eyes muster any intimidation. “I am your lord and you will regard me as such.”

“Oh?” You bring a finger up to one fang, releasing a droplet that’s offered to the bat. A tiny pink tongue laps at it lazily. “It’s I who sits upon your throne; shan’t I be your lord?”

“Do not mock me, pet,” he seethes, though that pink noses nuzzles against your finger before sharply latching. He sips though it feels more like a tickle when he’s in this form, “I’m ghastly.”

“You’re adorable.” You coo, scratching beneath a fuzzy chin as he likes. When you stop, you noticed his batty expression has softened, tiny features relaxed. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Immensely,” he sighs, wings twitching against either of your thighs, cartilaginous sinews loosening as his claws dig into your breeches. “Turn me."

“Isn’t my lovely face enough?” You jest though some truth is hidden in that; after all, it’s been almost a year since you’ve last seen your own reflection. Now you chat with the bat form of your lover and closest confidant. Were you finally losing what was left of your mind?

“Don’t be naïve,” he tsks, sinking into the tufted velvet. “I’d like to look upon the audience.”

“The hall is empty, my love,” your eyes fall on the empty benches as wings threaten to flap. “Patience, I’ve got you.”

One hand slid beneath his warm belly, enjoying the heat you no longer wrought. Then he was carefully scooped and turned so that beady little gaze to see the ornate room that often clamored for the attention of the lord regally displayed upon the dais. Then a content chirp echoed through the vaulted ceilings as his body spasmed.

“Imagine if all the citizens of Baldur’s Gate saw you now, my lov…, my lord.” One finger began stroking from between tiny coned ears to the root of a wiry tail. His fur was so luscious and soft, not unlike the curls so carefully manicured atop his head, “Commanding with such ferocity propped upon the lap of your consort.”

“I suppose it would be quite the sight,” he chuckled, making her shiver like it always did. “Baldur’s Mouth would have quite the story. ‘Decrees heralded by rodent’; I think it’s silly enough to make the front page.”

“Think yourself popular, do you?” you teased, enjoying the moments he was seemingly relaxed and docile; they were so far few and between these days.

“Darling, I know I am.” He wriggled playfully against the cushion before pinkish hued wings began to flap. It was always mesmerizing to watch him float, expecting him to morph back into himself with a cloud of smoke. But he remained as he was, eyeing you expectantly. “The sun has long set; let’s peruse the palace gardens.”

The velveteen cushion was tucked upon the seat of the gilded throne as he began to glide to the far end of the hall, leaving you practically sprinting to catch up. Boots clacked against the marble floor, robes swishing around sure legs as you raced down the aisle. He paused, wings flapping in place as your place was taken beside him.

“Do keep up, dear,” he chided, little teeth clicking as he gracefully dove through the opened oak doors and down the decadently decorated hallway. “We haven’t all night. Oh, wait; we do don’t we?”

Your chuckle mingled with his, allowing the flamboyant bat dart to through the ornate glass doors that servants obediently wrenched open. It was a treat to watch him dive through the hedged archways, dipping down to bury his nose in a budding rose that practically glowed beneath the full moon.

“Pick one,” he encouraged, “Put it behind your ear.”

Doing as asked, two red pinpricks watched diligently as the petals hung over the shell of your ear. Then, it finally happened, fluffy white bat dissipating into a black mist before Astarion stretched out in front you, gently tipping your chin upwards.

“Beautiful.” He cooed before pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Just beautiful.”

“Would ‘Batstarion’ agree?” you giggled, enjoying the quiet moments before the hammer inevitably dropped. He was so rarely this tender and you missed it terribly. Gently, he pulled your hand into his before drifting to the edge of the gardens.

“He loves flowers, that’s true.” He grins, wiping residual pollen from his own nose, “Though I’m unable to hold you with those bloody wings. Not to mention the language barrier.”

“I love the chirps,” you argued, enjoying the arm that instinctually wrapped around your waist, possessively. “It’s very cute.”

“I’m meant to be menacing,” he growls and you’re reminded of his other form, back elongating, jaw distending. You shivered at the thought. So you allow your fingers to dance across a strong cheekbone as his gaze fell upon the lights twinkling lights in the Lower City below. “How will I ever rule The Sword Coast if I’m not?”

“In due time, my love.” You reassured him, enjoying the caress of his cold breath against your ear. “This will all be ours. They’ll pledge fealty and you can rest upon as many velvet pillows as you please. I’ll even rub your little furry belly.”

“Will you?” then, when you expected his teeth to plunge into your neck but nuzzled against you again. A welcome change. “That’d be strangely comforting.”

#astarion x you #astarion x reader #astarion x ofc #astarion x tav #astarion #oneshot #fluff #batstarion #reader insert #female reader

[rexscanonwife]

Ok the hbomax app is being fucky but it was worth it to see David for even a little bit 🥺💕💕

#brie babbles #self insert talk #total eclipse of the heart #all im saying!! #is that if david offered ME his hand #if he wanted to live with ME for eternity?? #even if i had to kill some folks here and there no big deal! #im saying id take it #and id spend every day for the rest of our eternity by his side and cherishing it and cherishing HIM #yall know by now ajfjfk id do anything he damn well wants me to do #and all i need in return is to love him and be loved by him!! #to have the opportunity to soften him up a little bit and remind him that its ok to BE soft and be loved #to sit with him on his throne and trace his face lazily and just ADORE him and be adored in return #be his everything like hes mine #thats all id need #oh god now that im better back to embarrassing hours 24/7 zjfkfkgk #tomorrow i think ill be feeling good enough to get more drawing done!@ #i kinda wanna stream lost boys again for my friends maybe friday?? #earlier in the day too so more can see it

[theotheroccassionalfanficwriter]

in omnibus caritas

Summary: The price of being Celestia’s most beloved Archon is a price Venti is most willing to pay.

Rating: E

Tags: Throne Sex, Implied Yandere Reader

A/N: reader can be male or a non-binary who happens to have a cock. 

-- Celestia’s throne room had always left Venti in a mixture of awe and trepidation. The gilded gold of its pillars and stained glass windows depicting Teyvat’s bloody history had always served to make its occupants deferential to the Archon that sits on its golden and blinding throne. The high ceiling and tall and wide windows also contributed to the feeling of insignificance the room inspired to those that entered. The decades that Venti had spent coming and going from the room did nothing to lessen the trepidation he had always felt.

Though he had gotten good at hiding it, Venti knew that in front of your golden eyes, there was nothing he could hide. His grief, his love, his desire, everything he had hidden in his heart was clearly seen by you.

“And how goes you, my beloved Queen?” You asked him, legs spread wide open as you lazily lounged about on your throne.

Your lazy countenance, and deceptively soft nature had fooled him once, long ago when he had received his gnosis. You had greeted him in the exact same way too, the first time he had stepped foot in Celestia. Naive and still innocent despite the revolution he had fought in. He had been enamored, feeling a rare moment of peace after the death of his beloved friend.

Venti smiled at you, no longer as innocent nor as shy as the first time you had reached your hand to him. He had grown used to it, used to your seductive smile and eyes that hid the Devil behind your facade, and yet as if time had never moved between the two of you, his traitorous heart still beat rapidly when he laid nestled against your chest. Sitting between your lap and feeling the stirrings of your hardening cock that was hidden underneath the white robes you wore.

Venti felt the heat gathering below his belly when your left hand had left the arms of your throne and slowly caressed his inner thigh while your right hand had slipped underneath his tight top and began playing with his chest. His soft wings fluttered in the air as he exchanged kisses with you.

Long ago, such an act would have made him feel ashamed but years and decades of being subjected to your lust had made him used to it. Venti had come to crave this sort of love making, he enjoyed the feeling of being enveloped in your scent, the feeling of being cherished beyond compare.

So Venti grinds his ass against your cock and lets himself get lost in the ardor of your kiss. Your tongue was probing his mouth and entangling with his tongue, an action that left him breathless and drawing more attention to his now exposed chest.

“I’ve missed you…” 

You smiled at him, “Mhmm...little liar, isn’t it my cock that you missed?”

Venti chuckled and idly you mused that back then such words would have made him embarrassed. You gazed at him fondly, a rare genuine smile that only Venti was capable of bringing out of you. You leave a trail of kisses down his throat before taking in one of his nipples and suckling it until you could hear Venti’s moans echoing loudly in your throne room.

You twist his lap to face towards you, no longer teasing him at an odd angle. You grin at the obvious tent in front of his skin tight shorts, his hard cock visible through the fabric,

“I really do adore you in this form,” You told him as you manipulated your forefinger, sharpening its nail and ripping through the fabric of Venti’s shorts. His hard cock and pink asshole was now exposed to the cold air of the throne room “Perfect for being fucked.”

Your voice was soft, gentle and lecherous as you whispered your words, nibbling on his ear while your hand stroked Venti’s dick. The palm of your hands which carried callouses from a war long forgotten, provided excellent ridges and texture to Venti’s cock.

The stimulation coming from your soft kisses combined with your handjob drove Venti insane with pleasure. His soft voice moaning your name gave you a better high than the countless prayers received from the people of Teyvat. You grinned against his skin, biting at the juncture of his neck and collarbone, you left a mark that Venti wouldn’t be able to remove for a long time.

“I-I’m close-”Venti cried as your hand tightened its grip before loosening, stilling for a moment and Venti stared at you with a dazed and puzzled look.

“In that case,” Your hand moved away from his cock and to his asshole “I’ll just prepare you to take my entire cock then.” 

Hydro coated your index and middle finger as you plunged it into his asshole and Venti cried out in pleasure, falling back as his hands desperately held onto your robes.

“Don’t come until I tell you to” You ordered and Venti, your most devoted Archon followed.

Your fingers went in and out of his asshole, a pretty pink hole that was slowly loosening with each hard thrust and occasional curl of your fingers. You smile lecherously as each thrust slowly produces lewd sounds of suckling.

‘I’m really at my limits here’ You thought as perspiration gathered on your forehead, Venti’s lustful moans and the erotic sight of his naturally lewd Archon form didn’t help to reign in your lust.

By the time your fourth finger was in, Venti was reduced to senseless babbling, begging for your cock and crying out in pleasure. Cryo gathered on his nipples, while the feather touches of Anemo tickled his other erogenous zones.

“You’ve been a good boy,” You praised him as you freed your cock and sat him upright on your lap, melting away the cryo on his nipples. Venti’s tear stained face from arousal made your cock twitch “And my most beloved Archon deserves a reward.”

Venti blinked, his tears falling from his eyes and you kissed him sweetly and softly on his lips, and then kissed his tears away. You lifted him up and then quickly impaled him on your cock. The sudden intrusion and pleasure of your hard and throbbing cock made him moan loudly, cumming from the immense pleasure as you manhandled his body. He was like a particularly beloved cocksleeve with the ease you lifted him and brought him down your cock.

Each thrust hit his prostate, making him moan and drool. Gone was the prestigious Anemo Archon, right now on your cock was your most beloved lover. A slut that belonged exclusively to you.

“More~!” Venti begged as he clenched his asshole, “Break me, fill me up!”

Long ago, such actions would have filled him with shame, but the years he had spent on your side, the times he had ended up underneath you had removed any shame Venti had when it came to pleasure. Whatever restraint he had in the beginning was gone, and all of this was the product of your careful pampering. 

“Then let’s come together this time” You told him before you gave one last powerful thrust. 

Venti closed his eyes in pleasure as he felt your cock release its load inside of him, the thick and hot feeling of your cum that filled his asshole easily. Before he could even rest from his orgasm, Venti found himself sitting on the throne, legs spread wide as you stood before him.

Your cock was hard and erect, his asshole twitched as you grabbed it before plunging into him again. His loose asshole, still filled with your cum easily accepted your cock.

Venti moaned and panted as gripped the backrest of your throne.

“I-I’m still senstiv-ah!” 

You ignored his words and began thrusting with ardor, “My dear, I’ve let you come a lot of times.”

You spread his legs wider, as Venti’s wings fluttered in unison with his flustered state. You grinned at him, just a tinge of madness seeping into your eyes as you spoke, “Surely, my beloved Queen won’t neglect me?”

The quick and sudden spike of his heart, reminded Venti the stories surrounding your ascension in Celestia. The madness behind your eyes, reminded him of the price he paid to ensure Mondstadt’s safety even at his weakest.

He closed his eyes and spoke softly, “I would never neglect you, my beloved King.”

And it was the painful truth, despite your cruelty, despite your madness, Venti loved you. Precisely because you ensured that Teyvat would always have a choice in forging its path, and it was the greatest form of Freedom that Venti loved.

Thus, like the first time he had stepped into the glorious halls of Celestia, like the first time he had seen you in those glorious and bloody days, he fell before you. Heart first, body second, and soul last. 

“Don’t worry, no matter what she tries, even if you have lost your gnosis, I alone can protect you and everything you hold dear.”

Your soft assurance, gentle and loving, and yet tinged with the promise of death comforted Venti. And so, like the first time he had fallen underneath you, Venti let himself get lost in the pleasure, allowed you to fuck him to your heart’s content. Filling him with your essence and marking him all over.

His cum had mixed with yours, creating a puddle of cum on your throne as Venti’s cum stained body and overly sensitive body rubbed against the velvet covering of your backrest. His knees were swollen and even so he didn’t beg you to stop.

“I love you” he whispered between moans and soft grunts.

You kissed him as you released inside him for the last time, and as Venti fell asleep in your arms, you watched him for a moment. Before a quick snap of your fingers erased any trace of the love making that occurred in the throne room.

Your hand reached out for the soft untangled braid of his hair, before bringing it close to your lips and kissing the green tips that marked him as an Archon. Tomorrow, you would pay the Tsaritsa a visit or if you were feeling merciful, remind Teyvat who stands atop its Seven Archons.

#venti x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact venti x reader

[moody-bloosh]

2. yours, yet mine (Diavolo/Doppio)

Here’s part 2 of on your head, a crown! This chapter has been in my head for a long time!!! I hope you all have as much fun reading it as I had writing it <3 

Summary: Back then, when Passione was nothing but an upstart gang, you were heir to throne of the criminal organization your father and his father before him had so lovingly cultivated. As you were set to take over, your father sends you on one last mission to prove yourself. It was simple. You just needed to crush that insignificant Passione and their coward boss who no one knew. 

chapter index: [1, 2, ...]

content warning: yandere

The light is still open in your study, Doppio notes.

He expected to slink back to his room, to be welcomed by the dreamy clutches of sleep. Were you…waiting up for him? The door opens, filling the dark hallway with light and he has to blink. Even this late in the hour, you still looked so composed, so perfect, not a single hair out of place as you hand him a mug of tea. You nursed some wine as you considered him.

“Making sure I got the job done, Boss?” He asks, a little cloyingly, mockingly with a sly smile on his face.

Still not wholly yours. Still distrustful of your intentions. And who wouldn’t be? What good could come from catching the eye of one of the most influential members of the biggest mafia group in Italy.

“No, I just wanted to make sure you were alright,” you supplied, your eyes raking over his bloodstained form, “you know I hate it when my things get messed up.”

Still seeing him as nothing but a plaything.

You turned away from him then and it takes everything in his power to restrain himself. It would be so easy to strike you down, your back was turned and you were oh, so vulnerable. No one would be the wiser. But he holds himself back and he watches as you plop down on to lounge on your expensive couch. You take a sip of your wine and you look at him lazily.

“Don’t just stand there, Doppio. Tell me how it went.”

He grits his teeth, forcing himself to follow after you. He sits beside you on the couch and you move so that you are lying on his lap instead. He wants to hurt you, he thinks. How impertinent you are to touch him so familiarly, to order him around like he is some obedient pup. You smile fondly at him, cup of wine forgotten. He wants to hurt you, but when you smile at him…

“Why me?”

“Who knows,” you responded. “All I remember was thinking that I wanted you. So I chose you. Nothing more, nothing less.”

He stutters then, still tense, even after he had spent almost 2 months in your employ. You chuckle, his reactions were always so fun to watch. There was never a dull moment with him around, and it was always so nice to tease him.

“Don’t read into it, idiot.” You chided him, “all you need to focus on is serving me and only me. Nothing else matters.”

Keep him close. Hold him tight. Never let him go. Because in this selfish, lonely world, he is the only thing that you can call yours.

You are aware, so painfully aware that it is pathetic. That you’d have to buy someone’s affection and time. That you’d have to teach someone to attend you, to care for you.

To love you.

You jerk away from his touch. As always, the blindfold is tied a little too tight around your eyes. Then his hands are on you, caressing you, tracing the outline of your lips. You try to bite at him, but he always manages to pull back. An amused chuckle leaking out of his lips.

Doppio cooes at you, “so adorable, so loveable.”

“Shut up,” you hissed at him. “I told you I don’t want anything to do with you.”

You hate how he speaks to you like this. Like he adores you, like he loves you. Because if he really did love you, he would stand by your side. But perhaps this was what it meant to love him and you were just blind, perhaps you were just desperate for any form of affection. And this was how he managed to play you so easily. The sight of your father’s corpse, the screams of your dead family still stung. Like a bad taste, like a nightmare you can’t wake up from. Because even though they could be cruel they were still your family and you would love them. Right? Right?

I didn’t know that love was like this.

You weep, your tears soaking through the blindfold. Because some small part of you still can’t reconcile everything that has happened. Because you can’t accept that you are really and truly alone in this world. Because all the love you’ve ever known came from the man you once trusted, from the man who had set fire to your kingdom, from the man who now kept you caged and alone. It happened so fast. In one fell swoop, everything you’d ever known was gone. How painful, how jarring it was. Reaching out to nothing, how terrible could that be.

Even when you weep, he never takes off the blindfold. The bed creaks under new weight and you know that Doppio is gone for now. Because Doppio is weak to your tears; he never knows what to do about it. But as for Diavolo, he revels in it. Your suffering, your pain, your weakness, it was all beautiful to him, he would say. How he cherished it, to see you brought so low. He tells you it’s because he loves it when you depended on him. Your vulnerable side was a face you’d shown only to him. And he held on to that knowledge like treasure.  

“Show me more, more of your beautiful sorrow, _____.”

You scream because it is all you can do. You cry and you grieve because there is no balm, no pills, nothing that will soothe your pain. Once you clung onto him, you gave him all there was that was left of you, because you loved him. And now there was no escaping him, no leaving him.

Because he is the only one who loves you and you are only too desperate for anything barely resembling love. You know this deep in your marrow, it is why no matter how much he hurts you. No matter how much pain you are in, you know you will let this pass.

Because you love him, right?

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