#i absolutely named this after the j. cole song wet dreamz

[brain-rot-central]

Sex Dreamz

Set pre-first intimacy scene, but after the bite scene so you know he's a vampire.

Rating: E Pairing: Fem!Reader x Astarion Summary: Astarion is trancing but ends up having a sex dream about you both during his trance. His tadpole, unbeknownst to him, begins signaling to you to join in on his dream. The next day, he has absolutely no idea you saw everything the night before, and tries playing it off like he still has the complete upper hand.

Enjoy reading! There's a fun twist in this. 👀

CW: dubcon - inappropriate use of tadpole, voyeurism, accidental voyeurism, not sure if this falls under the bdsm umbrella but I'll flag it, PiV, creampie

Sleep avoids you this night.

Your mind is racing, trying to process all that has happened over the last three weeks. You feel as though you've aged a lifetime in such a small span of time.

A soft rustling from your vampire companion jolts you from your thoughts. He chose to trance tonight, telling you earlier in the evening that he, too, had a lot to take in regarding their journey.

Yet, in the three weeks you've been together, you can't recall Astarion ever being so… animated in this state.

You're human, a soldier for the City Watch. You've little to no idea how trancing for elves works. To you, it's akin to sleeping. Astarion explained it once to you before, but it was in one ear, out the other by the time he reached the conclusion. You still remember the scowl on his face after you'd told him you didn't understand a word he just said.

He was really cute when he got flustered.

You watch him twitch again, his face now bunching up into a wince. Air is pushed from his nostrils in a quick huff as his head comes to rest toward one side. His face relaxes.

Is he… dreaming?

Can you even dream while trancing?

You're about to turn over to attempt some sleep when a warm caress begins to envelop your mind. The tadpole quivers within your skull.

It recognizes the intruder.

“Astarion?” your brain asks. You look over to your companion laying on the ground adjacent to you. You don't receive acknowledgement from him, though the warm embrace still remains.

His tadpole is asking to join yours.

Why would he want that, you wonder? Was he even aware? You close your eyes and lay back, allowing your mind to meld with his.

You're looking up at a young woman on top of you. She's grinding herself in your lap, cheeks stained red by the blush creeping up from her neck. Her lips are puffy, her jaw slack as soft moans fall from her throat with each rise and fall of her hips. Hands are gripping her thighs, fingertips sinking into the plush flesh, helping guide her rhythm.

It takes you a moment to realize that the hands on this woman's thighs are not your own. You look down to the apex of your thighs, astonished to find that this woman was spearing herself repeatedly over a cock, which was, in fact, not your own.

Finally, your eyes move up the woman's body. Her skin was pale and freckled, not unlike your own. Her thighs trailed up to widened hips, her hips narrowing a bit at the waist. Her breasts fall full and heavy from her chest; again, not much unlike your own.

It isn't until you see the woman's hair that it hits you.

This woman wasn't some random woman.

This woman was you.

Another realization washes over you: you're not looking from your own point of view.

You're looking at yourself from Astarion's point of view.

The cock between your thighs is Astarion's.

Astarion is having a sex dream… about you.

You feel everything through your tadpole connection. Your warm, tight, velvet heat pulling on his cock as you bounce in his lap. The weight of your hands splayed on his chest for balance. The sensation under his nails as they dig into the skin of your thighs.

You feel the rhythmic pull behind his pubic bone resonate within yourself. Your own mouth falls open simultaneously with his, his eyes rolling back into his skull behind hooded lids as his hips drive mindlessly into your core, chasing more of the sensation.

He looks down at the place you're joined and groans. You can see how much of a sopping mess he's made you, the length of him slick with your arousal. He places a thumb upon the swollen nub between your thighs, rubbing it in a circular pattern.

You watch through Astarion's eyes as your body convulses at this new sensation, feeling how your walls contract around him. He bends his legs at the knees and briefly places his hands on either side of your waist, tilting you back to rest against the tops of his thighs.

You throw your head back as his hips piston up into your core. He's gritting his teeth now, jaw tense as the coiling in his lower abdomen winds tighter. Your hands fly to the tops of his knees to hold yourself steady, a string of moans falling from your lips as the head of his cock catches repeatedly on that one spot that makes your vision turn white.

With one well angled thrust you're suddenly hanging over him, shouting out your pleasure as it rips up your spine. Astarion takes this opportunity to wrap his arms around your upper back, holding you tightly as he fucks you through your orgasm. His lips brush against the crook of your neck and he pants into your skin, leaning your head in a silent offering.

Astarion wastes little time. Shards of ice pierce the supple flesh of your neck as his canines rip through into your vein. You taste your blood on his tongue as it flows freely into his mouth. It's sweet, floral; a rush of heat shoots up Astarion's abdomen and the coil snaps. He's spilling over the edge, your walls still massaging his length with the remnants of your climax. He fucks his spend deeper into you with short snaps of his hips.

He unlatches from your neck, lapping up the small rivulets of blood that seep from your punctures, sighing in satisfaction as he finally lays his head back against the ground under him.

The connection suddenly breaks.

You're laying on your bedroll, as you had been prior, the embers of the fire before you flickering dully. You look over to the vampire laying off to your side. He looks… relieved. His face is relaxed, his breathing at an even tempo. Your eyes travel further down his form and catch the outline of… something, pushing against the front of his breeches.

A damp patch can be seen toward the head of the object; it takes your lust-clouded brain a minute to realize that object was indeed Astarion's cock, and that damp spot was his essence leaking from its tip, surely the result of his recent dream.

Yet, he remains entranced.

Did he really have no idea what just happened? Did he really not know his tadpole had revealed his thoughts?

The next day, while you're making your way to the Goblin Camp, Astarion pulls you briskly to the side. “Darling,” he begins, “I was just thinking about you!”

He continues on, telling you how he's “grown to like the whole package,” tells you he would like to share an evening with you. His voice is posh with a sort of sensuality to it, cool and completely composed.

It dawns on you that he's completely clueless as to what happened the night before. Completely ignorant of the fact that you know how he lusts for you.

You agree to his proposition, and he vows to meet you later tonight at someplace intimate after the others have fallen asleep. The tips of your fingers and toes tingle with anticipation of your fated encounter.

If it's to be anything like his dream, you simply cannot wait for the sun to set.

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[mnhynq]

Wet Dreams | Mark Lee

Pairing: Mark x Reader 

Warnings: Cursing, Mature Themes

Summary: You and Mark start passing notes in class and it leads to something more.

Song: J Cole - Wet Dreamz

Mark remembered the first time he spoke to you, though it was not exactly a conversation. He had been scavenging through his backpack before he looked up and exhaled deeply with a panicked look on his face. He looked around unsure of what to do, cursing himself for his carelessness. How can he be so idiotic as to forget to bring even a single pen to school on the day of a very important test. His only option was to ask the teacher if he could borrow a pen and be chewed out for his forgetfulness. Or so he thought. A tap on his shoulder broke Mark from his train of thought, the thumb he was gnawing on nervously flying away from his mouth, his hand going limp. He looked to his right and found you holding a pen, pencil and eraser in his direction accompanied by a gentle smile. He shyly accepted them and smiled, partly at your kindness and partly because he felt relieved that he didn’t have to settle for his original plan. After the test Mark returned your supplies to you without anything other that a thank you. He hoped he didn’t make it obvious that he had been stealing glances of you throughout the whole hour that the other students had spent entirely focused on the sheet of paper placed in front of them. Mark felt somewhat alleviated that he wouldn’t see you the following day, but that thought wasn’t very comforting knowing that he would still have to see you the day after that, and for the rest of the school year. You always intimidated Mark, but he was never sure why. You weren’t loud or overly outspoken, you spoke when necessary and smiled towards those who deserved it.

When Mark entered the classroom that morning he was comforted by the sight of your empty chair, you never really greeted each other but he wasn’t sure if your brief exchange had changed your relationship from strangers to acquaintances. He wouldn’t want to ignore you and come off as an asshole, but he also didn’t want to overstep his boundaries. Even though he mentally prepared himself in case you acknowledged his presence, he still assumed you wouldn’t have anything to say to him and would just silently take your seat like you always did. So he was caught off guard when you not only said hello but also asked him how his test went. He stared at you, mouth slightly ajar before he realised that he was expected to give an answer. He recollected himself and told you that it went fine, knowing damn well he bombed it. But he couldn’t tell you that knowing there was a possibility that you would ask him why he thought he failed. There was no way he could tell you that he was too distracted nor why. You kept the conversation going by asking him questions and stating your opinion here and there, you did this in moderation not wanting to overwhelm him. Your conversation was interrupted by the teacher entering the room, directing everyone towards their seats as he announced that class was about to begin. You turned to face in front of you, but not before sending a bright smile in his direction.

Your relationship slowly started to blossom. Much like every student Mark despised math, but with you there he had something to look forward to. You know found yourself conversing with Mark before, after, and at times even during class. The latter much to your teacher’s distaste. You would often crack jokes causing Mark to chuckle, directing all the attention away from the subject and towards you. Eventually, to avoid getting in trouble, you started passing each other notes whenever you saw a window of opportunity. In these notes you talked about every possible thing you could think of, whether it was your favorite series, color, food or music. Eventually you exchanged phone numbers and would hold a conversation that would sometimes last for hours. Despite this you continued communicating through notes during school hours. Of course you feared getting caught, but you both figured it wouldn’t be that bad since you didn’t really have anything to hide. At least, not at first. It started off as such an innocent friendship and Mark had no idea when it had developed into such a strong attraction. At times Mark found himself staring at your lips as you spoke. He was absolutely mesmerised by the way you applied your lipgloss, the light sheen on your lips made him curious. He often asked himself if your lips were as soft as they looked. As if that wasn’t enough to make him feel guilty, Mark was also culpable of staring at your thighs and ass. He wasn’t proud of his actions, but he couldn’t contain himself. Not when you were sitting next to him, your legs crossed and skirt slightly hiked up. Or when you walked ahead of him, hips swaying seemingly inviting him to gawk at your backside. There was no way Mark could deny that he had developed more than just a small crush on you. Not with a clean conscious at least. And though his attitude around you stayed the same, his mind raced with illicit thoughts when you were nowhere to be found.

Mark would never dare to admit all the things he’s thought about. How he’d feel his cheeks burn at the thought of you beside him, the darkness that occupied his bedroom hiding the bright red hue that situated on his face. How it would feel to have your arms wrapped around his neck as he kissed you, your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands resting on your hips. As the room grew hotter and your needs grew stronger, his hands slowly guiding your hips, the friction created causing him to sigh into your mouth before letting his lips travel down to your neck. He thought of how pretty the purplish splotches he left behind would look, and although others would surely look down upon marks, he would make sure you knew how much he adored them. Unfortunately for Mark, once these thoughts commenced there was no stopping them. His imagination was running wild, the thought of your lips around him making him weak in the knees. As time went by, Mark began to notice a slight change in your attitude. You were more touchy and more flirty, never too conspicuous but enough for him to take a hint. It was obvious that the attraction was no longer one sided, if it ever was in the first place that is. 

By now you had developed a strong relationship and even met up after school on some occasions, but always platonically. This wouldn’t have been a problem if it wasn’t  was evident that you were both unsatisfied with being one another’s friend. Despite your dissatisfaction, neither of you dared to touch on the subject. You were hoping he would make the first move, not wanting to be turned down, but that wouldn’t happen any time soon considering that Mark had the same mindset as you. Weeks went by and the tension between you two grew so much that it made the air around you thick and heavy, practically suffocating everyone in the room. You grew tired of waiting and decided it was best to take matters into your own hands. During your routined note passing sessions with Mark you felt a bit more daring than usual. Your conversation started off much like any other, you discussed what you had done over the weekend, complained about school and made fun of your classmates. The topic of conversation was constantly changing, so Mark wasn’t surprised when you wondered if you could ask him a question. He wrote back saying sure, not expecting your question to be what he saw laying in front of him.

“Have you ever had sex before”

He wasn’t sure how to reply. Initially he intended on saying no, but he was afraid that might make you lose interest. He chewed on his pen for a minute before making his final decision and writing down his answer.

“Of course I have. I’m kinda a pro, just so you know”

He even drew a winky face to accompany his bluff. You weren’t sure what you expected him to say, but his answer still caught you off guard. It’s too late to turn back now, might as well finish what you started, you told yourself. You peeked up to make sure the teacher’s attention wasn’t directed towards you. You bit your lip as your pen glided over the small piece of paper, leaving behind a message.

“Oh so you’re a pro? Why don’t you show me. My parents are gone for the weekend, you can come over if you’d like.”

No amount of experience could have prepared him for what he had read. His heart began to race and his palms grew sweaty. He wasn’t sure what to say. You had such a strong effect on him, and he felt blood rush to more than just his cheeks. He wiped the excess sweat off his hands and prepared himself to respond to your message, but before he could write anything down the teacher called out his name. The sudden action made him jump and answer louder that he had intended. His classmates were giggling at his clumsiness and he prayed that the teacher wouldn’t make him stand up to save him from any further embarrassment. The question that was asked prior was repeated and Mark barely made it out alive. He waited a few moments before returning to the note on his desk. With a deep breath he finished writing.

“Sure, sounds like a plan”

A part of him was screaming at him, telling him that this was a bad idea. Who was he kidding, he didn’t have any experience. The most he’d ever done was receive a kiss under the bleachers during lunchtime. The kiss was mediocre and the girl he had kissed went around telling the whole school how awful he was. The memory made him cringe and he hoped you hadn’t heard about that.

Mark felt his stomach begin to churn the moment he appeared in front of your doorstep. He was absolutely terrified but also very excited, perhaps too excited. He shifted uncomfortably in your bedroom, unsure of what to do. He didn’t want to seem desperate but also didn’t want you to think he had lost interest. You sat down on your bed and spoke to him like you normally would which helped calm his nerves a bit. After about an hour Mark felt like he was going to miss his opportunity. He mentally hyped himself up and was filled with a sudden rush of adrenaline. He waited for the right moment and the minute you turned to look at him his hand went up to cup your face as he slowly leaned in and captured your lips with his own. He kissed you slow and gently, his thumb caressing your cheek every so often. Eventually he grew needy and his kisses grew deeper, nipping at your bottom lip. His other hand moved to your side and lifted your shirt, exposing your stomach and drawing circles on your skin. With every action Mark grew more confident and before you could process what was happening he had somehow situated you on his lap and was in the process of removing your shirt. He sighed at the sight of your breasts in front of him and reached out to cup them through the confines of your bra, all while never taking his eyes off you.

Even though you had started all of this, you were quite embarrassed and were hoping that he didn’t notice the blush that would occasionally creep up on your face. He pulled you close, his chest pressed against your own while he went back in for a kiss. This time it was your turn you let your hands roam. You let them travel down his neck and arms, the gentle touch making goosebumps rise on his skin. You rested you hand on his thigh while the other held onto his shoulder. Your lips began moving down to plant wet kisses along his jawline and neck. The sight of his head thrown back and his heavy breathing encouraged you to continue. Your hands met each other once more at the hem of his shirt, working together to pull it over his head, disposing of it somewhere in your room. Immediately after you resumed your makeout session as your hands kept themselves occupied with the button of his jeans. You lifted yourself up a bit to pull his pants down before taking him in your hand and slowly began jerking him. The sight of his chest rising and falling was simply euphoric and the sounds he was making were enough to push you over the edge. You looked up at him and, admiring the view. His head thrown back, mouth parted that would let out a string of profanities every so often. His hips started bucking absentmindedly and his hand went up to meet yours, halting your actions. He flipped both of you over and looked at you for approval before he gently pulled your shorts off. He looked at you once more, in case you still wanted to change your mind and your hand flew up to grip his arm. You tried to get rid of the concerned look on his face by smiling before you finally spoke.

“Co- could you be gentle, because I’ve never done this before.”   

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