#dnd as foreplay

[flieslikeamoron]

Hi! For the first sentence game:

"You want to try that again?" he asks.

Sorry this took a while, but it turned into a whole thing. This is like 2.5K. Not really explicit, but there are some boners and stuff of that nature.

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“You want to try that again?” he asks.

“I don’t need your pity,” Steve says sourly. “I’ll take my stupid three.”

“It’s not pity.” Eddie laughs and waves a hand, generous as a king. “You have advantage.” 

“You get to roll twice,” Dustin says. “And take the highest.”

“I know what advantage is, dipshit.” Steve rolls his eyes as the number comes up.  “A whole seven.” He makes a whoop-di-doo motion with his finger.

“Your persuasion check fails.” Eddie leans forward threateningly over the screen in front of him. “The guard rings the alarm bell.” A chorus of groans rise around the table. Eddie grins, shifting into the growling scream of a wrestling announcer. “Rrrrolll for initiative.”

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Steve comes out of the kitchen with a garbage bag in his hand after the kids have all gone. The little shits leave a disaster area of junk everywhere they go: half eaten pizza crusts, scribbled notes, mysterious piles of crumbs that don’t look like anything Eddie actually saw them eat. Steve reaches across the table to pick up a paper plate. He ditched his sweater halfway through the game, a bit of chest hair peeking out of the V of his polo. Eddie blinks and looks away. He sweeps all the miniatures off the table into his old ammo box with a clatter. 

Steve sets the garbage bag down and snatches the box from Eddie’s hand. He glares at Eddie and starts organizing the haphazard jumble. “Come on, man. There’s a system.”

“I have my own system. It’s called not having OCD.”

“It’s called not being able to find the ones you need next week.”

“What are you, alphabetizing them?”

“Like I know their names,” Steve scoffs, holding up a furry, long-fanged monster. 

“Bugbear,” Eddie says.

“Nerd,” Steve says fondly. Like he didn’t spend four hours at the table tonight. Lately Steve has become, if not a weekly player, at least a recurring guest star. He likes to gripe and act like it’s such a chore. Like he’s doing Dustin a favor. Or humoring Eddie. Being supportive of his nerdy-ass hobbies. Giving up his oh so busy Friday night.

Eddie knows better. If he really hated it, he wouldn’t play. If he really hated it, he wouldn’t keep his character sheet updated. Wouldn’t cover the back with careful notes of the names of each NPC the party meets, bits of lore. 

No, Eddie is onto him. Steve gets pushy about his XP in that competitive jock way he has about him. Just as excited about beating one of Eddie’s traps or monsters as the kids. That lit up glint in his eye every time he reminds Eddie he’s immune to charm or poison, like he’s getting one over on him. He’s having fun. And Eddie-

Well.

Eddie came to terms with the fact that he’s horny for his straight roommate long ago. That maybe he even has a fucked up little crush on the guy. But the really fucked up thing is Steve spends a pretty significant amount of time sweaty and shirtless around Eddie, and watching him total up his damage, not forgetting to add his bonuses, is somehow hotter. 

Steve glances up from the minis. Whatever’s on Eddie’s face must be a doozy because his eyebrows knit together briefly. But then he smiles. God. The way a smile looks on him. He starts talking about the stat boost he’s going to get when he levels up. He talks about it like he’s been borrowing Eddie’s Player’s Manual on the sly. Hair drooping down over his forehead and that smile on his face and that polo tight against his chest. Eddie wants to jump his bones so bad, it feels like someone punching him in the dick. But in a good way.

“I could put it into strength or charisma,” Steve is saying. “I was thinking charisma, so I could get that plus two.”

“That’d almost catch you up to real life.”

“You think I have a plus three to charisma?” Steve cocks his head, half smiling, half curious. Like he’s trying to figure out if that was a joke or an actual compliment. This is where things get dangerous. Being around him makes Eddie feel almost feverish: too hot, fuzzy headed, all wound up with wanting shit he can’t have. And he’s around him all the time. 

The problem with Steve is he doesn’t act like any straight guy Eddie’s ever known. Most straight guys treat Eddie kind of like he’s contagious. Not making a big deal, just… Leaving space. It’s fine that you’re gay, but don’t touch me. It’s fine, but don’t put it in my face. Don’t make it too real. It’s fine, but- It’s the kind of thing that makes Eddie want to push. Get up in a guy’s space, press right against that uncomfortable but. It’s almost a game. Pretty dangerous game, he knows that. Poking at the violence most guys have in them. But Eddie likes the fuck you of it, the little bit of fear in that step they take back when he gets too close. 

Steve though- Steve doesn’t back down from anything. Not monsters, not an argument, not even a guy hitting on him. No matter how hard Eddie pushes, he hasn’t found anything that can make Steve blink, take a step back. When Eddie leans into his space, expecting him to flinch, he just slings an arm around Eddie to pull him in even closer. If he touches Steve, Steve touches him back. And Eddie can say the most insane shit. Flirty shit, blatant shit. Steve just plays along. Like it’s all good fun. 

Is it really Eddie’s fault if he forgets himself sometimes? Starts running his mouth way too close to the truth? What is Eddie supposed to do when Steve takes all Eddie’s big boys and sweethearts with a pleased smile? What is Eddie supposed to do with the way Steve sprawls out on the couch after a date? Lays his head in Eddie’s lap and plays with Eddie’s rings while he talks about whether this girl gave good head or why he doesn’t think that girl will work out. 

This is the kind of shit he’s dealing with, okay? Just the other day Steve came out of the bathroom, nothing but a towel around his waist. And Eddie leaned in to smell him. Look, he’s very aware of how weird that was. But he’d been half asleep, and he’d just- He hadn’t been thinking. It happens kind of a lot with Eddie, actually. He doesn’t think. Maybe that’s why Steve didn’t step back, or give him a well deserved push. Didn’t even look at him funny for doing something objectively weird. Objectively fucked up. He laughed and yanked Eddie in until his nose was squashed into the warm curve of Steve’s armpit. Steve’s hand wide on the back of Eddie’s head as he pushed Eddie’s face in there, tight. 

“Take a big whiff,” he said, like he didn’t care that Eddie was pressed up against his bare skin, body to body with Eddie’s hand curving around his waist, brushing against his back. Like he didn’t care that Eddie’s hard dick was obvious against his thigh. 

When he let Eddie go, his gaze flicked down to Eddie’s boner. Just as obvious. Making sure Eddie knew he’d noticed it. A teasing lilt to his voice as he said, “Bathroom’s all yours.” Practically inviting Eddie to jerk off. Practically inviting Eddie to think about him while he did it. And Eddie did. Not for the first time, or the last. 

What is he supposed to do with any of that except want Steve even more? Sometimes he wishes Steve was just a little less- Cool with it. Not that he wants Steve to look at him with that “It’s fine, but-” on his face. It would be easier though, in a way. If Steve didn’t let him get so close. Didn’t let him press his grubby face up against the glass, so close to what he wants it’s hard to remember he can’t have it. 

Steve turns to Eddie with his fist propped under his chin. “Tell me about my charms,” he says. “What is it about me exactly that makes me so damn charismatic?” Voice playful, flirty. Dangerous. 

If there’s one thing Eddie knows how to do, it’s bluff. Hey, just joking. You can take a joke, right? “That face, mostly,” he says, putting a palm right into it, pushing Steve away with his cheek turned. Steve lets Eddie move him with an easy laugh. “And your modesty, obviously.”

“Fuck off,” Steve says, still laughing. He moves farther down the table to dump another plate in the garbage bag. He reaches over to gather up a few dice, pausing over the blue one he used during the game. He holds it up, turning it between his thumb and forefinger. He looks over at Eddie, his dark eyes catching Eddie’s. Catching Eddie staring. Eddie quickly busies himself with rolling up his battle map. 

“I don’t think I had a single roll over ten all night.” Steve gives the die a toss down the length of the table, flailing a hand as it comes up a four. “I think it’s weighted.” 

Eddie snorts. “It isn’t.”

“You gave me a weighted die. You’re a goddamn cheater.” He hides a grin behind the accusation, but Eddie plays along as if he’s serious. Who’s Eddie kidding? Half the fights they’ve had, Eddie picked on purpose just because it was fun. Riling each other up for the hell of it.  

“I’m not,” he says. “I’ll prove it.” He plucks the die off the table and shakes it in his hand. “If I roll above a ten, you have to clean up this mess.”

Steve glares, flapping the garbage bag in his hands around in front of him like a matador cape. Annoyance is his second hottest look, in Eddie’s expert opinion. Indignant color on his cheeks, eyes bright. Eddie wants to bite the petulance on his lip. “I’m already cleaning it up.”

“Yeah, but I’m helping you,” Eddie says. “You have to do it by yourself if I win.”

“Doesn’t sound like I have much to lose.”

“Shut up, I’m helping.” Eddie performatively drops a plastic cup in Steve’s bag with a bow.

“That cup wasn’t empty,” Steve huffs. “How many times do I have to tell you to dump it in the sink first. Now it’s going to leak probably and I’ll have to…” Eddie tunes the rest out. Steve’s right, he has heard it before. He rolls the die down the table with a flourish, holding up a finger in Steve’s direction like “wait a sec” and watching as it lands on a fifteen.

“Not a cheater,” he said triumphantly. “And not helping anymore.”

“One good roll doesn’t prove if it’s weighted or not. It’s about the patterns.” Steve rolls again. A two. He motions to it with attitude in the sweep of his hand.

“Fine,” Eddie says. “I’ll go again. How about I roll above a ten two more times, or hey, let’s make it three, if you really want a pattern. If I win, you have to do my laundry.” 

Steve rolls his eyes. “Like you’ll follow through if I win.” 

Eddie places a dramatic hand on his heart, his voice going shocked. “You’ve besmirched my honor.” 

Steve breaks, a laugh cutting through his frown. He gives Eddie a skeptical “go ahead then” tilt of his chin. Eddie rolls. An eleven. He walks backward from one end of the table to the other, to pick up the die where it landed. Makes sure to bump into Steve as he passes. “Pardon me, big boy,” he says sweetly. Steve pushes him into a stumble, but he turns sharply like a flamenco dancer. Arm coming up above his head as he slings the die back down the table. Seventeen. A shit eating grin. Another walk down to the end of the table. Another bump. He can feel the daggers Steve is glaring at him itching hot between his shoulder blades. He tosses the last roll over his shoulder without looking. 

“Blow me,” Steve mutters. Eddie turns to see the thirteen on the die. Steve’s delicious, disgruntled face. Grumpy is such a good look on him.

“If you roll under a ten again, I will.” 

Steve’s eyebrows rise. 

Jesus Christ, Eddie needs to wire his goddamn jaw shut. Steve hesitates on the edge of a laugh. It was a joke. Obviously. Whether it started out there or not, Eddie will make it a joke. But there’s something about the way Steve is caught on the edge of not sure if Eddie was kidding.

Eddie can’t resist a little push. He flashes his teeth. “Scared of a blowjob?”

“You’re serious?” Steve says cautiously.

“Why not?” Eddie shrugs. “It’s just sucking dick. I like dick.”

“Yeah…” Steve says. “But it’s… My dick.” 

Like Eddie hasn’t lovingly built a shrine to Steve’s dick in his mind. Like he doesn’t prostrate himself before it basically every time he jerks off. Eddie’s hard as shit right now, his whole body tight with wanting, his blood fizzing, just because Steve hasn’t shut him down yet. Can’t he feel how desperate Eddie is for him? It feels like it’s pouring off him in waves, like ripples of heat off asphalt in the summer. 

“Or it’s your mouth.” Eddie’s smile goes sharp. Just a little push. “If you lose.” 

Steve flushes, his eyes huge. “You would want that?” 

Jesus. Why hasn’t Steve shut him down? Why is he still playing along? It isn’t too late. Eddie can still play it off as a joke. But the way Steve’s looking at him- Steve doesn’t back down. Not from monsters, not from a dare. Would he really… Maybe he would actually let Eddie do it. “And then what?” the small rational part of him that tries to keep him from fucking himself over asks. He pays just as much attention to it now as he ever does.

“I’ll make it easy on you,” Eddie says. “You roll low, just like you have every roll tonight. You can have advantage, even. Triple advantage. Three chances. Get one roll ten or lower. I’ll give you the best blowjob you’ve ever had.” It’s not so much a bet anymore, as an offer. Eddie begging behind the thinnest pretense. Please, please let me suck your dick.

Steve still hasn’t said no. He stands there with the die in his hand instead of telling Eddie to fuck off. Looking at Eddie so close, this heavy, searching gaze that makes Eddie feel like he’s one snarled knot of heat from his throat to his balls. Steve notices Eddie’s hard-on, that heavy gaze lingering for a long second. He’s still looking at Eddie as he throws the die. Eddie can’t quite bring himself to look away, listening to the rattle of it until it stops. 

Eddie has to look. Has to know. 

A nineteen. 

Fuck. He looks back at Steve. “You want to try that again?”

Steve is bright red as he shakes his head no, his teeth sunk into his bottom lip. There’s no hesitation in him now. He keeps his eyes on Eddie, as he sinks down to his knees. 

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These have been helping me get back into a writing habit, so I’ll keep it open if anyone else wants to play. The original rules of the game are you leave an ask with the first sentence of a fic, and I’ll write the next five sentences. But the rules I made up are I just write as much as I want. Five sentences minimum though.

#and they were roommates #dnd as foreplay #sex bets kind of #writing game #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #my fic #I know advantage wasn’t introduced to DnD until 5e but maybe Eddie Munson invented advantage as a homebrew #you can’t prove he didn’t

[meltingmooon]

Saraid & Vidar

(Saraid belongs to @chaotic-fey 💚)

#art #digital art #artist on tumblr #oc artwork #oc art #my art #artwork #dnd character #dnd art #oc: vidar #i think they're very cute together #this is foreplay to them

[catgirledteach]

how did your date go?? I saw you mention it in the tags 😊

we did not watch dungeons and drag queens but i did talk to them about it as my own form of flirting because i don't know how to do it normally. and it must have worked cause i sure did get my kisses in lol

#lesbians talk about dnd as foreplay #personal #ask #also congrats on the goth gf!

[coreene]

There is a whole chapter on the traits dnd races give regards to sex and pregnancy. I'm only sharing the races we see in bg3 here.

source: The 5e Guide to Sex (unofficial)

Transcript under the cut

AASIMAR

Aasimar views on sex vary wildly from one individual to the next; however, many aasmiar are known for their physical beauty and force of personality that makes them quite alluring.

Seductive. You have advantage on Charisma checks to seduce someone

DRAGONBORN

Like aaracokra, dragonborn are not a particularly sensual people. However, they are known for their robustness and toughness, which do translate well in the bedchambers.

Enduring. You have advantage on Constitution checks made to avoid exhaustion from having sex more than once in an hour.

DWARF

Most dwarf clans view sex as strictly for procreation between a husband and wife. However, dwarves thoroughly encourage a husband and wife to get it on as often as possible, so as to increase the size of the clan and counteract their relatively low fertility.

Enduring. You have advantage on Constitution checks made to avoid exhaustion from having sex more than once in an hour.

Infertile. You have disadvantage on checks to impregnate (if male) or become pregnant (if female)

ELF

Elves are an alluring, sensual race that greatly benefits from their long lives where matters of sex are concerned. When one can live nearly a millennium, one tends to pick up quite a few tricks, particularly since elven culture is fairly permissive and lax about sexual adventures.

Imaginative. You have advantage on Wisdom saving throws made to endure foreplay.

Infertile. You have disadvantage on checks to impregnate (if male) or become pregnant (if female)

GOBLINOID

The three goblinoid races – goblins, hobgoblins, and bugbears – have sex often, principally as a means of producing children. Powerful goblinoids will often take multiple partners as a sign of their strength and power, but goblinoids lack style and finesse with their sex.

Fertile. You have advantage on checks to impregnate (if male) or become pregnant (if female).

GNOME

Gnomes enjoy sex almost recreationally. They are not one for forming close attachments to individuals, but rather to the community as a whole. Group sex is common, and the gnomish love of pranks and jests is a fundamental part of their sex lives.

Imaginative. You have advantage on Wisdom saving throws made to endure foreplay.

HALF-ELF

Half-elves tend to view sex like either humans or elves, depending on who raised them. Their natural charm aids them well, although many half-elves suffer awkward first years in spite of this: they reach puberty later than humans and so “fall behind” their human friends’ interest in sex, while those raised by elves mature rapidly and desire sexual activity at a younger age than their peers.

Seductive. You have advantage on Charisma checks to seduce someone.

HALF-ORC

Half-orcs, like their full-blooded kin, tend to like sex rough and are innately promiscuous. While some find their semi-orcish appearance unattractive, there are plenty others for whom that is their fetish – which is well rewarded once they get into bed.

Enduring. You have advantage on Constitution checks made to avoid exhaustion from having sex more than once in an hour.

HALFLING

Halflings don’t really need an excuse to party, and a natural result of partying tends to be sex sooner or later. Halflings have no particular kinks or skills beyond what other races have, though many halflings find the idea of sex with larger humanoids surprisingly alluring, given

how often they otherwise hate being treated by them.

Halflings gain no racial traits related to sex.

HUMAN

Human perceptions on sex run the gamut from restrictive to permissive, depending on the time period and culture. Particularly in the fantasy worlds of Dungeons & Dragons, no generalizations can be made.

Humans gain no racial traits related to sex.

KOBOLD

In most D&D worlds, kobolds lack a sex drive altogether. Sex is exclusively for procreation, with those rare kobolds who do derive pleasure and thrill from it being seen as weird at best and degenerate at worst. Even “love” is a foreign concept to most kobolds, with many viewing it as a sort of mental illness.

Fertile. You have advantage on checks to impregnate (if male) or become pregnant (if female)

TIEFLING

Like aasimars, tieflings have few unifying views on sex and sexual relations. Their physical appearance can be darkly alluring to some, however, giving them a natural seductiveness regardless of their own personal tastes.

Seductive. You have advantage on Charisma checks to seduce someone

#Forgotten Realms #dnd #dnd lore #dungeons and dragons #d&d #dungeons & dragons #The 5e Guide to Sex #this is from an unofficial book - dont take it as canon #Bloody tumblr on mobile sending the queued posts when I was just trying to edit

[moooxy]

teaching eddie munson how to eat someone out 🥴

Satisfy (18+)

MINORS DNI

Eddie was great at pleasing you but he tended to get too excited… too eager. On most occasions he completely skipped foreplay which wasn’t terrible— but you thought it could amplify the euphoria you both felt if foreplay wasn’t glanced over.

Finally, you told him. It was a Friday night, straight after DnD where he’d usually take you back to his place and fuck your brains out. This time, he didn’t get that far.

“I just think we could drag this out more… It’s too fast sometimes—“

“Foreplay, like—fingering ‘n shit?”

“Yeah but I was thinking that I could suck you off,” you bite your lip with a grin.

“Fuck— as much as I’d love that, you know I’m more of a giver, Sweetheart. But if this is what you want, you’re gonna have to give me some… direction.” Eddie voices.

“Of course, I’ll teach you.”

“But—“ he says, causing you to raise a brow. “Let’s get high first, so it’s not as embarrassing if I fuck up.”

“You won’t fuck up, Eddie.”

“Well, a little skunk might ease my scepticism.”

“Fine but you’re rolling.”

“Is someone at the door?” He asks, and you shrug. He passes you the half-burnt out blunt and stumbles over to the door. He glances through the peephole, nothing. “We’re losing it, Sweetheart.”

“Yeah yeah. Now come, I think we’re clearly high enough now.”

He situates himself between your thighs, his big brown eyes looking up at yours. He grins, eagerly pulling down your jeans, leaving your panties on. He starts to tease you, kissing a trail from your shin to the inner corner of your thigh, lastly pressing a kiss to your clothed core.

“What a pretty sight,” he says. He pinched the blunt from your fingers, taking a drag. “You’re pretty hot too.”

“Shut up,” you slap his shoulder. “Eat me out, already.”

“I like that,” he mumbles, sliding your panties down. You bend your knees and open your legs for him.

“Like what?”

“When you tell me what to do. It’s sexy as fuck,” he grins.

His fingers drag down your slit, gathering the slick from your hole and slathering it over your clit. He teases you for a few minutes, opening you up and running his fingers down your wetness.

“Okay so… Now I just— go in?” He asks and you nod. “This is gonna be hard… because I wanna see your face,” he mumbles.

Hesitantly, he spreads you open and licks. His tongue is stern and solid, licking around your clit. You’re overwhelmed at how quickly he finds it, and a whimper escapes your lips. His fingers squeeze and dig into your thighs, tongue eagerly lapping up and drinking your wetness.

“You taste so fucking good,” he mumbles, pulling away for a split second before he’s diving straight back in.

“Mmmm,” you moan. You pause, fingers pulling his head away from your hotness. “Shit, was that too loud?” You ask and he only snorts, dismissing you. He continues to lick, “you can suck too— oh fuck.”

He takes in your advice immediately, sucking on your clit intensely.

“Baby— I’m gonna fucking— jizz my pants like a fucking 13 year old if I don’t get to fuck you soon,” he moans. It’s then you realise that he’s been grinding his lips on the sofa the whole time— and he’s getting desperate and sloppy.

“Fuck me then,” you say and he doesn’t hesitate to get up. He practically rips his belt off, the metal hitting the floor with a loud thud. Your face is level with his crotch, your lust-clouded eyes intently watching him fiddle with the button of his jeans. He finally undos it, cock springing up in your face.

“Spit,” he demands and you do. Saliva slides from your tongue onto his cock, lips teasingly wrapping around the head. He gasps, flinching away from the heat of your mouth. “Shit sweetheart. Don’t tempt me with that, not when I haven’t had your pussy yet.”

He harshly shoved you back onto the couch, one knee on the cushions. He pushes your legs open for him and gradually runs his cock down to your puckering hole. He spits down, the sound of moisture making you wonder in anticipation. Your pussy yearns for him, tightening and clenching around nothing.

“God, look how desperate you are already,” he mocks. “And I thought I was the needy one.”

He slides into you and you both moan/gasp in unison. Eddie wasn’t one to be ashamed of his sounds, and it only made you wetter. His grunts and moans were so fucking sexy, you could climax off of that only.

He starts to thrust, strangely, soft and fast. You’re both sweaty, wet and sloppy when you kiss— he whines in your mouth.

It doesn’t take you both long to get close, and after a few of your “harder” begs, his pace slows and his force increases. He’s slamming into you, the sounds of skin slapping echoing through the room. His fingers wrap around your neck, stabilising himself so he can pound harder into you. The pressure sends you into orbit, and you can barely warn him that you’re almost finishing.

“F-fuck Ed… I’m close—s’close,” you slur. He nods in acknowledgment, free hand coming to your clit. He rubs you fiercely and relentlessly, and it only takes him seconds to make you a moaning, wriggling mess on his cock. Finally, your bubble bursts and you’re cumming, grasping onto his hands.

“Good fucking girl. Shit, where’dya want me, Sweetheart?” He groans, swiftly pulling out of you. You coax him on top of you, and he crawls forward, cock above your face. “Suck.”

You do as you’re told. You grip the wet base, lips latching around his shaft as you eagerly pump him. His hands stabilise himself on the wall behind you, and he’s basically thrusting into your mouth after a while.

“Cumming, shit, I’m cumming—“ he groans, breathing erratic and shallow as he finishes on your tongue. You swallow it all, and his eyes are full of pride when he looks down on you. “Satisfied with that foreplay?” He asks with a cheeky grin.

“I think you know the answer to that.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson/reader #stranger things #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader

[laurasbailey]

forcing the dnd table to watch your characters' foreplay is wild

#cr spoilers #(this is a joke)

[wheretheharekissesthefox]

Feeling safe

Astarion has a nightmare about Cazador and seeks out Tav's comfort.

(Trigger warning (18+): graphic description of sex, consensual blood drinking, fluff, the feels, angst, claustrophobia, PTSD responses, character study, consensual manhandling, body worship, only foreplay basically, smidge of frottage)

Notes:

According to DnD lore, elves don't sleep, but rest in a meditative, trance-like state called reverie. You can see Astarion do exactly that in camp during a long rest when a sleep-around-the-campfire cutscene plays.

It was hot and stuffy in the coffin – and so, so tight. Astarion panted, scratching his fingernails bloody on the wooden panels, but he was stuck.

He'd defied his master and disobeyed him again. He hadn't brought a poor soul home only to watch how his master sucked them dry. He didn't want to. It wasn't right, and now, he'd received the appropriate punishment.

Cazador had grabbed him around the throat, shaken him like a naughty kitten, and recited his four rules: "First, thou shalt not drink of the blood of thinking creatures. Second, thou shalt obey me in all things. Third, thou shalt not leave my side unless directed. Fourth, thou shalt know that thou art mine."

Then, the vampire lord had bitten Astarion, right where he'd already left his mark before when he'd turned his spawn. Dug his teeth in mercilessly and brutally, making the scar worse and more prominent than on his other spawns, and drank from him. Disobedience had to be punished after all. Astarion had screamed in pain, had felt how his strength faded. Cazador had shoved him into a coffin then, and had instructed his other, frightened, spawns to seal it. When his siblings had nailed him into his claustrophobic cage, Astarion had screamed, cursed, pleaded. But nothing had helped.

Now, he was still in the attic, in the coffin, all alone. Scared, hungry, hurt.

"Cazador, let me out!" he shouted for the thousandth time, banging his bloodied fists against the sturdy wood. "Please... Master. Master, I'll do anything you want, but please let me out. I'll do anything, I swear it. Please, Master, please."

Tears streamed down the vampire spawn's face. It was so hot and stuffy in the coffin. There wasn't enough air, he couldn't breathe. His prison seemed to get smaller and tighter. He couldn't breathe.

"Master! Master, please! Let me out!"

The walls drew in and he couldn't breathe.

Astarion shot up from his bed, gasping for air and shaking all over. He wasn't in Cazador's palace but Gale's tower house in Waterdeep. Home, he was home. Still trembling and sick to the stomach, Astarion got up and left his basement room. He needed to assure himself that he wasn't dreaming anymore. As he walked upstairs, he heard Tav sing softly, deeply immersed in composing. The sunlight fell through the big windows, illuminating the bard like an angel. Astarion stumbled towards her like a moth towards a light source.

"Tav," he whispered.

The addressed turned around and frowned when she realised what state he was in.

"What's wrong, love?"

Instead of answering, Astarion fell to his knees and around her neck. The bard carefully placed a hand on his trembling back.

"What's gotten into you? What happened?"

"A nightmare," the vampire spawn muttered. "Cazador. I - I was back in -"

He fell silent and kissed her instead. Tav felt his desperation and soothingly caressed his waist. Panting, Astarion looked at her, pleadingly.

"I need you, Tav. I need you to make me feel loved. Please."

"Anything for you, Astarion."

The bard stood up, pulling the vampire spawn with her, and gathered him up. Astarion wrapped his arms and legs around her and let himself be carried to the bedroom. There, Tav lowered him onto the mattress and kissed his forehead.

"What do you need, love?" she asked softly.

"You," he answered, all but ripping his clothes off.

The bard followed suit, crawling onto the bed. She kissed him tenderly before making her way down his neck, across his chest, and down his entire torso until she reached his public bone.

"No," Astarion muttered when she licked his member.

Tav hummed understandingly, bypassing his genitals to kiss his inner thigh. The vampire spawn sighed and tried to relax. The bard kissed the arch of his foot before giving his other leg the same treatment. Astarion outstretched his arms towards her. Tav got up and leaned over him, asking: "What do you need?"

"Kiss."

Smiling, the bard complied, tenderly brushing their lips together. The vampire spawn sighed into her mouth before wiggling and turning around. Tav knew what he was asking for and littered his back with kisses and kitten licks. Astarion sighed and moaned lowly, revelling in the gentle affection that spoke of the bard's love for him. When Tav was done kissing every single speck of his skin, Astarion rolled over again, pulling her into a sloppy kiss.

"Thank you, darling. I feel much better," he said. "The nightmare's dread's only a distant memory now."

"I'm glad."

"May I drink from you?"

"Of course, Astarion."

With a hungry expression on his face, the vampire spawn pushed Tav into the mattress, climbing on top of her. She went willingly, letting him have control of the situation. Astarion nosed along her neck before biting down and feeding from her. He moaned at the familiar taste of her. It was comforting. Safe. Involuntarily, the vampire spawn rutted against her muscular thigh, seeking for friction. He swallowed one more mouthful before drawing back, and licked the wound clean.

"You're delectable as always, darling," he praised.

Sighing deeply, he slumped onto her, snuggling up against her broad chest.

"You make me feel safe, you know?" he mumbled lowly. "I feel comfortable around you."

"Thank you. That's the best compliment one can receive," Tav replied and kissed his temple. "Rest now, Astarion. I'm watching out for you."

Humming contently, the addressed closed his eyes while the bard ran her fingers through his hair. Astarion drifted back into reverie, feeling warm and cozy. He was home. He was safe. And Cazador was no longer a threat.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #fanfic #astarion x tav #astarion #astarion ancunin #tav #mind the trigger warning

[oneforthemunny]

reminding everyone that yes mafia!eddie is rough and tough and scary and dangerous but he's also... a huge nerd with money now.

no particular reason for this remind except writing this dice game/ dnd type foreplay game and... it's so slutty and filthy and I'm obsessed. he's so nerdy and horny I love him

#oneforthemunny #munnytalks #mafia!eddie munson

[alexalexinii]

Shuffle your on repeat playlist and list the first 10 songs that play, then tag 10 people.

Thank you to @letraspal, @nightimedreamersworld, @nausikaaa, @youarenevertooold, @valeffelees and @best--dress for tagging me in this!!! 1.Labyrinth - Miracle Musical I have a storyboard idea based on this song, so I've listened to this one a lot.

2. Nxde - (G)I-DLE A song from an oc's playlist! She's mainly inspired by this song :,)

3. Prelude - bo en One of the songs from a 10 year anniversary album of one of my favourite albums of all time.

4. FOREPLAY - Todrick Hall This is from my MTT (Mettaton) Brand Song playlist, BERSERK usually follows this one.

5. Your New Home - Gooseworx + Evan Alderete Another song I've been imagining scenarios with. Especially with my DND campaign but I can't say much more. However, if you even listen to any songs from this list, LISTEN TO THIS ONE TO HAVE YOUR EARS BLESSED.

6. 魔崇華麗奴 (Masquerade) - FAKE TYPE. From one of my favourite group's new albums :) My absolute favourite of this group's songs.

7. fan behavior - Isaac Dunbar Another MTT Brand Song from the playlist hehe.

8. Our Time - bo en + PAS TASTA Part of the 10 year anniversary album + one of my favourites from it!

9. Carry on Wayward Son - Kansas I'm looking at you carry on fandom. I created a DND character that's so Simon that it hurts. This is on his playlist. Not only cause of the relation but it fits his character so so well. For context, I make character playlists for my dnd characters :)

10. RISK, RISK, RISK! - Jhariah This one is also on this character's playlist!

My taste is all over the place and this doesn't even cover even a quarter of my music taste ngl!

Tagging with no obligation: @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @shrekgogurt, @imagineacoolusername, @raenestee @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @hushed-chorus @ileadacharmedlife @that-disabled-princess @cutestkilla

#tag game!

[syndxlla]

Fck now MY head is full of fanfic ideas because of you. I don't have anywhere to throw them so imma throw them at you 💕 take em! Don't take em! Tell em they're dumb! Say "yes and" or "yes but actually" or "no and" or "no but actually"! I don't do fanfic but I play dnd and that's like the same thing in a lot of ways.

Link comes back and is more hurt by Purahs words than he thought. Tired. Grumpy. Zelda feels a little guilty about all the work Link is doing. Asks to help him cook. Link is grumpy, he's bossy. Controlling. Conflict there? Zelda brushes it off but something is clearly bugging him.

Next day. Link is still upset. Zelda kept a journal previously, asks Link to get her a blank book to write in. Link is forced to go back to the lab, he's planning on apologizing, but it goes badly. Comes back, gives Zelda the book, and goes outside to blow off steam doing a bunch of manual labor. Cleans the horse pens. Chops a shit ton of fire wood. While he's working Zelda snoops more, and hatches a plan. Asks Link to draw her a bath again. Bathes. When Link is to come back into the house, she insists he's dirty and smelly. He needs a bath. Something something, reusing her bath water is embarrassing. While he's bathing she leaves.... but then she comes back and starts cooking the recipe he was being bossy about. He can't leave the tub or she'll see him naked, so he just watches her. In a hot tub. That she just soaked in. Eventually, she leaves so he can get dressed and the pot can simmer. Link is so freaking tired, after the bath all his muscles just relax. They talk about the thing Purah said. Bed time. Link puts on a bunch of fire wood, and sits next to the bed Zelda sleeps in. After him not being able to sleep, Zelda pulls him into the bed. He's basically not even conscious. It's warm with him there. He's asleep. The fire is hot. She takes her top off to stay cool.

Link wakes up to find himself in bed with Zelda. Panic! Gets out to not wake her. She's half nude. Stoicly ignore. Must busy himself to ignore thoughts. Eventually she wakes up too. Or was she awake when he got out of bed? Link pretends nothing happened. Zelda is frustrated. Internally, Link tries to work out how that happened. The next night, when Zelda goes to bed she notices theres no raging fire. He takes his shirt off and joins her, and the bed is just as warm.

Etc etc, someday Purah comes by and sees Link doing a bunch of chores while Zelda sips tea, watching him intensely, practically taking notes, wearing one of his shirts and Purah just sits there like. Oh. They've got it BAD.

Oh f wait the whole school story arc. Link helps bud a school?? Zelda gets better and plays with kids as Link falls madly in love with her watching her? Ahhh!

Something about tending a fire being a symbol for effort into the relationship or something? She uses the fire for closeness, he uses the fire to get away and be stoic or whatever. He wants to be stoic even though he wants to be close, she wants to be close but understands she must look regal to rebuild hyrule. Then they start doing the things together. Im sorry but building a school and teaching together is foreplay for "hey babe you want to have kids?"

haha i love all of this! you guys are all so creative! it makes me so happy that my works have inspired such creativity! i love a lot of these ideas. i’ve had lots of link taking care of zelda but believe be the tables will turn soon!!

#ask #fan fiction #tloz #zelink #zelda #botw #legend of zelda #the legend of zelda #zelda fandom #zelda tears of the kingdom #link x zelda #best friends dont look at each other the way we do

[gxldencity]

Tbh its funny bc I already imported my Ryder twins to dnd awhile ago and keep popping up as NPCs in my campaigns / ive played as Clara in one shots before. Thus they're prime candidates for bg3 lmao. I just have to adapt their story to the baldurs gate canon

Clara is an evolved Gabby. She's a Gabby who said fuck you Dad and fuck you Jean Eli. I'll do what I want and I'll PROVE it. She's anti academia lmao and the system in general (but she hasn't realized that yet). She would find Gale annoying at the beginning and finds both Lae'zel and Shadowheart's blind devotion to their goddesses to be silly. She ofc would get along best with Karlach and would also date Karlach not just bc tall buff woman (but that's Part of it) but bc karlach also said fuck you to the system.

Eli is also an evolved Jean but in a different kind of way. Like he's a lot less angry at the world lol in part bc Eli made the most of the unfortunate situations he's been served. No one would hire a necromancer so he'll Just be an underground healer. I mean he took anatomy and health classes in first year of wizard school lol. He also embraced academia and actually went back to wizard college to do his wizardry masters and would've been a grad student when the nautiloid got him. Anyway, gets along best with Gale. The worst nerds you can put together in a room. Their foreplay is just 4 hours of wizard nerd shit.

#elaine talks #i also made clara already and just need her pics

[prettybabybaby]

It’s a fact that Eddie is into role play sex. It’s illegal to think otherwise.

Can you imagine him coming up with kinky scenarios with the same dedication and fervor as he does DnD campaigns? Excitedly telling you his perverted scenarios before you act them out?

no because at first, you're like "okay..." so you don't put much effort in because you just wanna get laid so you put up with the weird accents, strange dirty talk, and foreplay. but the fact that gets so turned on and into his fantasies gets you all hot and bothered. so, one day you find yourself getting embarrassingly wet as he tells you about new ideas he has, excitement building within you before he's even finished.

#belle's mail ! #eddie munson (belle's version) #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson smut #eddie munson scenario #stranger things eddie #stranger things eddie munson #stranger things smut #stranger things #eddie munson

[clovercoffeebeandndbullshit]

me, watching one on one dnd video guide: wait a goddamn second ! this is just nerd foreplay !!

#dnd5e #dnd

[siddunbi]

Wanna kinda write a one shot where Eddie plans out a DnD one shot for reader and him but really it’s some sex roleplay/foreplay thing they’re doing BDJDHJD

—

“Eddie- really?”

“Dice don’t lie sweet cheeks, on your knees~”

#dialogue prompt #eddie munson #x male reader #I’m creaming

[coreene]

The 5e Guide to Sex

I have been made aware of an unofficial guide for sex in dnd universe by my lovely friends over at the Zhentil Keep. And I would like to share some interesting stuff I found in said book with my dear followes.

Technical details before the fun part: book is called The 5e Guide to Sex. I couldn't find a writer. I couldn't find a publisher. When you search the name Google throws the pdf your way in case anyone of you would like to check it out yourselves. If you know more about the book, please let me know and I'll update/throw a link for credits. I am adding these to my que and in pieces so they will be dropping at the same time for the next couple of days/nights.

The Dirty Deed

Transcript is under the cut

You can have sex for a number of minutes equal to your Constitution score minus 5. Since most humans have a Constitution of 10, this means that on average they last 5 minutes in bed. This refers only to the act of sex itself, not to any foreplay (see below).

At the end of sex, you make a satisfaction check by rolling a d20 and adding the number of minutes that the sex lasted for above 5 minutes (+1 for six minutes, +2 for seven minutes, and so on). If the result is equal to or greater than your partner’s Constitution score, then your partner was satisfied. If not, then your partner was dissatisfied and may desire to continue having sex until brought to satisfaction.

If having sex with more than one NPC, you make a separate satisfaction check for each one.

Satisfied or Dissatisfied. An NPC who has been satisfied with sex is likely to be friendly to you in the future, though there is no mechanical benefit. Likewise, a partner who you fail to satisfy might be unfriendly, but again there is no mechanical distinction drawn.

Very Dissatisfied. If you fail a Satisfaction check by 5 or more, then the NPC was very dissatisfied. Their sexual partner has disadvantage on all Persuasion checks made against them for the next 1d4+1 days.

Very Satisfied. If you pass a Satisfaction check by 5 or more, then the NPC was very satisfied. Their sexual partner has advantage on all Persuasion checks against them for the next 1d4+1 days.

Marathon. At the end of an act of sex, you can choose to forgo making a satisfaction check. If you do, you have sex for another length of time equal to your Constitution score minus 5. You may repeat this any number of times. Once you decide to stop forgoing the satisfaction check, you add the total amount of minutes above 5 minutes for each act of sex and add that result to your d20 roll.

Keeping going like this is exhausting, however. Each character having sex must make a DC 15 Constitution saving throw for each act of sex in an hour after the first; on a failure, the character gains a level of exhaustion.

Size Issues. If your sexual partner is two or more size categories larger or smaller than you, you have disadvantage on checks to satisfy them. Further, it is impossible for a male creature to physically penetrate a creature that is two size categories or more smaller than him without also causing great damage (1d4 bludgeoning damage per round of sex for each step of size category difference), and even creatures one size category smaller than them are at risk – for each minute of penetrative sex a larger male has with a smaller creature, that creature must make a DC 15 Constitution saving throw or gain 1 level of exhaustion.

Technical Details

The following applies to any creature while he or she is having sex:

You are grappled while having sex. Depending on how you are having sex, you may additionally be prone, restrained, or both. You can escape sex like you would any other grapple; your partner(s) can choose to not contest your escape attempt if they also wish to stop having sex.

You can’t concentrate on spells while having sex, unless the spell is being used directly for sex (such as the sexual application of Evard’s black tentacles, as described later in this document)

source: The 5e Guide to Sex (unofficial)

#the 5e guide to sex #Forgotten Realms #dnd #dnd lore #dungeons and dragons #d&d #dungeons & dragons #this is from an unofficial book - dont take it as canon #queue

[ao3feed-byler2]

repertoire

by sloelimbs

A collection of short fics based on requests from my askbox!

Words: 2225, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Chrissy Cunningham, Eddie Munson, Wayne Munson

Relationships: Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson, Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, (mentioned) - Relationship

Additional Tags: Drabble Collection, requests from tumblr, Parenthood, Marriage, Barman Eddie Munson, Dancer Chrissy Cunningham, dnd as foreplay, dungeon master Eddie munson

from AO3 works tagged 'Will Byers/Mike Wheeler' https://ift.tt/R3WGtNh

#byler #michael wheeler #will byers