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yeet-me-dad-dy · 5 months

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Pointy Ears

Summary: You accidentally find just how sensitive Astarion is when it comes to a certain part of his body…

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Sub-ish Astarion. Ear sensitivity. Blood drinking. Fangs. Astarion being a whimpering mess. He's also a big shooter (idk if there is a more accurate terminology in fanfiction haha). Handjob. Cumplay. Praise kink. Edging (if you squint). Nipple play.

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You could feel Astarion was nearly done, as your fingers raked across his scalp and through unruly curls, the warmth of your blood spreading gradually across his skin.

He was comfortably nestled between your legs, occasionally bucking his hips into you as his cock hardened with each passing second.

Even as your vision began to blur, the pleasure vastly overcame the impending sense of dread. After all, he could easily send you over the edge between life and death if he lacked the restraint to stop himself.

Your other hand caressed the lukewarm skin of his arm and traveled up to his neck, where you could feel his throat shift rhythmically under your touch as he downed mouthfuls of your blood.

“Astarion…” you whimpered faintly, as life slipped from you dangerously fast.

He grunted once but didn't budge.

Bringing your hand to his face, you felt a growing wave of panic take over.

He had never gone too far.

But dizziness and chilling shivers quickly enveloped your body, rendering you nearly helpless.

“Astarion…”

He rolled his hips into you but kept his mouth firmly latched onto your neck, his concentration never wavering.

With eyes pressed shut, your fingers reached up until they faintly brushed past the tip of his ear.

And then he instantly froze.

As if stung by some unseen entity, he quickly pulled back from you, wide-eyed and lips stained with blood.

“What's wrong?”

He reached out for the scroll of Lesser Restoration on the bedside table and placed it in your hand before rolling off of you and onto his back.

You uttered quick words and watched as the piece of paper dissolved into thin air, quickly feeling your life force being restored as warmth and vigour sprawled along your body once again.

“Astarion?”

He had his eyes closed shut, and you watched as his hand hurriedly made its way to unlace the front of his trousers, alleviating the constricted erection.

Had you done something wrong?

He didn't seem troubled or uncomfortable, and merely let out a sigh of pure relief as he freed his cock.

“Do that again. Please.”

You arched an eyebrow as you rolled on your side, utterly confused. “Do… what?”

“My ear… touch it…”

Oh?

Your eyes landed on his flushed, pointy ear, and you proceeded to give the sharp edge a tentative caress with the pad of your thumb.

His lips parted with a soft gasp and he arched his back ever so slightly.

This was new.

Your gaze shifted to his lower half, noticing how his hardened cock twitched as you brushed the warm skin of his ear.

Seeing his cock fully hardened and with this faint blush to it thanks to your own blood coursing through his body, never failed to send the most delicious jolts of pleasure between your legs, effectively igniting a gentle throb.

“Does that feel good?” You cooed, staring back at his face again as he let out a few whimpers.

“Ridiculously good.”

That was all the incentive you needed, bringing your forefinger to his ear and giving it a soft squeeze between your thumb.

“Gods…”

This time, he rolled his hips, and you could only stare in complete awe as the first beads of precum began to drip from the tip.

You involuntarily licked your lips and lowered your head to rest on his unmoving bare chest.

He felt cozily warm from having fed on you and couldn't help but to reach down with your other hand, tracing a finger along a single bulging and thick vein that spread along his cock.

Your feather-like touches kept drawing out the most beautiful whimpers and gasps from him.

His mouth watering cock was always so responsive to your touch, that you found yourself grinding your hips instinctively against him.

A needy moan parted your lips slightly at the mesmerising sight of a single string of precum bridging the flushed tip of his cock to his lower abdomen, and beginning to pool on his skin as a few droplets threatened to spill down.

Once again, you ran your finger along the protruding underside of his length, too entranced with how it twitched so eagerly for you.

Unsurprisingly, Astarion reached down with one hand, wanting to wrap his fingers around his length, but you intercepted him halfway through.

“Allow me, lover.” You whispered sweetly, lifting your head to take a look at him.

As expected, he looked positively ethereal; his face tinted with the faintest blush and his half-hooded crimson eyes set on you.

“You don't have to.”

You shifted higher, letting go of his hand, which he dropped to his side, and you leaned in until your lips brushed against the pointy edge of his ear.

“Do you want me to?”

He chuckled lowly. “If I want you to pleasure me? What a silly question, darling.”

You smiled at his bluntness before darting out your tongue to join your fingers.

Another guttural groan escaped his lips, and his eyes fluttered shut once again.

Leaning back, you positioned yourself to sit next to him, wanting to keep your focus on both his cock and ear.

His eyes flew open, and he began to prop himself on one elbow and hand reaching out for your trousers, clearly trying to be the one setting the pace.

But you shoved him back with a chuckle. “Just lay back and allow me to take care of you.”

He arched an elegant brow at you.

He was too used to being the one taking the lead. It was instinctive for him to have control over each other's pleasure.

But you wanted him to lose himself in the moment, not having to concern himself with anything but his own bliss.

“Pretty,” you said truthfully as his eyelids nearly dropped when you brushed a finger along his tip. “So pretty…”

He immediately whimpered, lust-blown eyes never leaving yours. “Yes. Yes, you are.”

Gods…

Astarion was truly a natural at leaving you speechless with his words.

You kept the gentle and unwavering caresses along his sensitive ear.

As you shifted your gaze, you noticed the pool of precum on his lower abdomen already overflowing, droplets rolling down his skin.

Instinctively, you swiped two fingers to collect some of it, and began spreading them along his cock, earning a hiss of approval.

“You delectable little vixen.” He groaned out with a few rolls of his hips.

The swell between your legs throbbed viciously from his praise, and it had you wrapping your fingers around him.

His own wetness aided you in your initial strokes, feeling the bulging veins under your touch caving in momentarily before filling up with your blood once more.

You could get used to having Astarion like this for eternity.

Just too lost in genuine pleasure and lust.

Trusting you to guide him to unheard of heights and fully letting go.

The pace was set.

The perfect balance between steadiness and tightness, and more than enough to have him jerk his hips upwards as he fucked your hand.

You reckoned he wouldn't last long given how his whimpers intensified each time you applied the slightest pressure to the shell of his ear.

Suddenly, he moved one hand to your chest, and you gave him a disapproving pout, not wanting him to take over.

But…

“Let me see them…”

His words came out laced with desire and whimpers, eyes set on your eyes as the hint of a plea made you gasp.

You kept the pace on his cock as his experienced fingers tugged at the lacing of your shirt. He worked his way down agonisingly slow, chills spreading throughout your body as more and more of your skin was exposed to his gaze.

He halted once he found what he was looking for.

With a soft tug, he moved the fabric out of the way, your swaying breasts in full view.

A violent jolt of pleasure nearly has you halt at once, too taken aback by the eroticism of all of it.

“Keep going, darling…” he urged, honey dripping from his words. “You can grip it tighter, can't you?”

Gods above…

He then brushed his thumb across a hardened nipple and your mouth fell open in a strained gasp.

Your breasts moved in unison with the pace on his cock, lewd sounds echoing around the room.

You had to bite down hard on your lip to muffle the moan stuck in your throat.

“Ah-ah-ah,” he tutted disapprovingly, his thumb releasing the trapped lip and moving to press down on your chin to pry your mouth open. “Let me hear those sweet moans.”

It annoyed you how he was so quick to reverse the roles and how easily you fell for his traps.

But you weren't ready to let him win just yet.

"Maybe you shouldn't make such demands when I have you in the palm of my hand - quite literally."

The glaring pun made him scowl.

You offered a devious smile instead.

Then, you increased the pressure on his ear, and the effect nearly had you chuckle viciously at the sight of him immediately crumbling down, back pressed flat against the mattress again.

“Gods!”

The whine of frustration mixed with a moan let you know you were victorious in having him right where you wanted.

His hips snapped more aggressively into you as you squeezed him even tighter.

He was so close.

There was something so incredibly hypnotic about having this man coming undone for you.

Because of you.

You couldn't think of a more effective ego-booster.

So by the time he reached his peak, you could only glare in utmost wonder as you felt his cock twitch violently under your palm as the first spurts of cum shot out, reaching as far as his chest - one even reaching his neck.

Your mouth fell open.

He had balled his fists, gripping the bedsheets so fiercely as he rode out the untameable wave of pleasure. His head was thrown back as he arched and shuddered, profanities spilling from his pretty lips.

And the sound of fabric tearing echoed in the room.

Oh.

You aided his cock as best you could, squeezing the final drops of cum, mesmerised by the amount of thick liquid that now covered him.

Still driven by your own unrequited pleasure, you leaned to swipe your tongue across his nipple, collecting as much as you could.

His hand moved to the back of your head, silently urging you.

It only took a couple of swipes to gather enough cum to pool on your tongue.

Astarion's half-hooded eyes met yours. “Does it taste good?”

With the most sultry look you could conjure, you swung your leg over his torso, effectively straddling him as your mouth hovered over his.

“You tell me.”

He furrowed his brows inquisitively.

And you promptly took his lips in yours, which he eagerly parted. You seized the opportunity to push your tongue against his, allowing the liquid to drip down.

He groaned as he tasted himself on you, deepening the searing kiss, both hands on your hips, grounding you.

Yes.

You could definitely get used to this.

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yeet-me-dad-dy · 5 months

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So I had this random thought about Astarion eavesdropping on a conversation you were having about him. His big elf ears would make it easy for him. And so I present:

“Sweet dreams.”

“You can’t tell him,” you look pleadingly at Karlach. “Pinky-promise me that you won’t say anything to anyone about this.”

“Sure, sure,” she says, dismissing your demand, but offering you her pinky.

“Are you sharing secrets without me?” Gale says, jauntily approaching your tent. “What about?”

“It’s nothing,” you reply, shooting daggers at Karlach.

“Someone,” Karlach looks directly at you, “may have had a racy dream about someone else,” she turns her head to indicate Astarion across camp.

“KARLACH!! You pinky-promised not to tell anyone!”

“I didn’t mention any names!” she retorts in her own defense. All you can do is bury your face in your hands and scream in sheer embarrassment.

“Don’t you worry, your secret is safe with me,” Gale pantomimes zipping his lip. “But tell me, exactly how racy are we talking?” Gale asks, giving you an interested look. “I need to know all the details. Strictly for academic purposes, of course.”

You let out an exasperated whimper as you watch Karlach whisper in Gale’s ear all the horny details you shared with her about your dream. You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks as each moment passes. Gale’s eyes go wide as Karlach nears the end of her sharing.

“Oh… oh! My, my…” Gale exclaims. “Tav! You naughty little creature! I wouldn’t have figured you for the kinky type!” He gives you a wink.

“Please, I’m begging you both. This doesn’t go any further than the three of us,” you’re practically on your knees pleading with them.

“Tav, you’re really embarrassed by this,” Gale finally notices. “Think no more of it. Your secret is safe with us,” Gale gives Karlach a death look to let her know he means business.

“Thank you,” you say, quietly. The flush in your cheeks finally subsiding.

“Come on, Karlach, let’s let Tav have some peace,” the wizard says, grabbing the tiefling to lead her away from your tent.

You watch them go. For all of the frustration they give you, they are good friends. As you turn to enter your tent to get out of sight of your party members, else you die of further embarrassment, you hear another voice calling your name.

“So, Tav, I hear you’ve been having some interesting dreams lately.” Astarion drawls, sauntering over.

You feel your breath catch. You look around camp to find the blabbermouth. Astarion cups your chin and turns your head so that you are looking only at him.

“No one has betrayed you, darling,” his eyes sharp and penetrating. “Elf ears. I heard everything.”

“Everything?” you ask timidly.

“Everything,” he repeats, dropping his voice low, and stepping closer to you, his hands now on your hips, pulling your body up against his. He plants a passionate kiss on your lips, catching you off guard. He sighs contentedly as he releases you and steps back.

“Sweet dreams, Tav,” he says seductively. He flashes you a sultry smile before turning on his heels and heading back to his own tent.

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yeet-me-dad-dy · 7 months

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Genshin Men Hear You Masturbating Through the Shared Wall

Pairing: Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, Thoma, Ayato, Childe, Pantalone, Dottore, Capitano, Tighnari, Cyno, Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, handjob, dirty talk, embarrassment, cum shot, interrupted, confession

A/N: Would you die of embarrassment? I would.

LET YOU KNOW THEY HEAR YOU - Thoma, Capitano, Cyno, Wriothesley

He would feel so guilty about getting hard night after night, forced to fuck his fist and not telling you that they can hear you. Not only can he hear the moans but also the bed and most importantly his name. No way can he let this stay his secret, or yours. The thud on the wall scares you, making you take out your fingers just as you were about to come. But him telling you that you're quite loud makes the horniess wash off you fast. He doesn't let you feel bad because he does this too, but only when he's sure you're asleep because it'd be pretty embarrassing to confess like this, yet here he is doing just that because he'd much rather be the one making you moan.

START MASTURBATING ALONE - Kaeya, Itto, Childe, Dottore, Neuvillette

Can't resist grabbing his hard cock and imagining what you're doing or what he wants you to do to him. He wants to be the one fingerfucking you, getting you sensitive and spread out enough for his cock to slide in without problem. And fuck, what would your mouth feel like on his dick? Way better then his hand or any toy he has. His cock pulses in his hand, his hips fucking frantically into his hand, wanting to taste your cunt, to come inside you and see his cum spilling out, and doing so until you can't even say his name anymore. Hopefully this would be a reality some day, but the next meeting is awkward as he's sure you could hear him too.

MASTURBATE WITH YOU - Diluc, Ayato, Pantalone, Tighnari, Zhongli

There's no way that he will do this alone. He lets you know that he hears you and no he doesn't want you to stop, his cock is damn fucking hard because of the things he heard and he needs to get rid of his boner. Based on the things he's heard he is pretty sure you'd love to help him out. He gets on his knees, fisting his cock in his hand, his forehead leaned against the wall, able to imagine you in the same position, your hand working between your legs as you exchange dirty talk, and all your sex dreams and positions you'd love to fuck in. By the end his wall and bed are a mess with his cum but it's a small price to pay for confessing to the girl of his dreams.

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yeet-me-dad-dy · 7 months

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minors do not interact!

[diluc thirst hours!]

one thing that is probably the biggest turn on for diluc is when you refuse to be let him break the kiss.

he always, and i mean always, feels his pants tighten whenever you chase his lips back when the kiss breaks, almost as if you're completely in a trance.

lips parted ever so slightly, shining with saliva. the sharp air that leaves your nostrils as your body involuntarily takes in deep breaths. eyes hooded, open ever so lightly as if you're incapable of even moving them a bit more. hands attached to whatever he's wearing at the moment, constantly pulling him closer with the tightest grip, as if the mere thought of not having a part of you in contact with a part of him is simply unbearable.

so is it really his fault that he takes you on the couch of his living room, where anyone could walk in on you, indulging his beloved in whatever it is that you want; not having any gap between the two of you?

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yeet-me-dad-dy · 8 months

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You find a pool of warm, clear water while exploring the Underdark, and decide to set up camp nearby so that you can have a well-deserved bath. You place a couple of candles, though the glowing flora surrounding the pool is enough to see by, and light a bowl of incense to sweeten the damp, musty air. You don't get far into your bath before you start to feel... light. And there's a tingling down between your legs. The incense you lit is an aphrodisiac, you've breathed it deep into your lungs, and you can hear the footsteps of your favorite companion approaching from behind.

#my writing #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #aphrodisiac kink #aphrodisiac #drug kink #astarion #astarion x reader

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yeet-me-dad-dy · 8 months

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BLEED YOU DRY

SUMMARY: When you awake to find Astarion attempting to drink your blood, you find yourself making a interesting decision.

PAIRING: Astarion & Female Reader (reads as Gender Neutral but future chapters will be femme focused, just a heads up!)

WORD COUNT: 3,273

WARNINGS: Bloodsucking, that's about it?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, so I'm aware I'm way ahead of schedule for this Haunted Hoedown thing but I'm going to be gone for a few days in the middle of it so I figured I'd get a headstart now to make sure I get every day done but also to build the hype? Maybe?

Basically this is going to be a little twelve part miniseries based on prompts from this writing challenge. I'll make a masterpost either tonight or tomorrow with all the ones I chose, plus some other stuff, so you guys know what's going on!

The prompt for this particular day was "I want to watch you bleed."

CHAPTER LIST / MASTERLIST / NEXT CHAPTER

The squirming tadpole behind your eye is what wakes you up. Its constant movement, wriggling from edge to edge quickly prompts you to groan and palm your eye, attempting to suppress the feeling as you blink through the darkness. It takes a moment to adjust —to feel that twitch of the creature die down— and when it does there’s a sigh of satisfaction that leaves your lips.

Despite how long it’s been, you’re not sure you’ll ever get used to the fact that you have a parasite living inside your mind. Even after experiencing the insertion firsthand, you often forget it’s there, looming behind your retinas, awaiting use every time you run into another. Normally it’s so still, barely inching out of place; sitting there, incubating within your thoughts. Tonight though, something’s urging its presence. Keeping it awake as you close your eyes again, scrunching up your face once it moves a second time.

Angrily, you sit up and turn your head, suddenly catching Astarion’s gaze, noticing the open-mouthed grin he offers in response.

“Shit.”

You narrow your eyes, focusing on his teeth. How bared they are; ready to strike at a moment's notice despite the only food lying around being you. “Were you just about to bite me?” you ask and almost immediately he attempts to play it off as if it were nothing, scoffing and rolling his eyes.

“I wasn’t going to hurt you if that’s what you’re insinuating. I was only going for a nibble.”

You can feel your tadpole squirm. He’s telling the truth, albeit for reasons that are more selfish than he lets on. Despite seeming otherwise, he only wants to drink from you for strength —for energy. His desire to kill you is minuscule, lingering in the shadows of his mind for a potentially later day but surprisingly such notions don’t scare you. Astarion may be a bloodthirsty creature but for now, he’s an ally.

“And you didn’t think to just ask first?” You raise a brow at him, watching his expression twist into something bordering between confusion and interest.

“I’m sorry, just ask?” he parrots, exploring your features and how they remain calm despite the context.

He was expecting you to be angry. To throw some kind of fit and deny. It’s what any normal person would do, but considering the circumstances, offering up a little blood to build up the strength of someone on the same side is worth more than the annoyance that forms across your face.

“Yes, like a normal person,” you chastise, taking in the scowl he offers in response.

His brows furrow at the sound of your words, angling upwards to appear as sinister as possible, and you can’t help but snort. Something about his constant disapproval is almost humorous at this point.

“Normal? Darling, I’m a creature of the night. A blood sucking fiend. A—“

“Vampire, yes, we’re all well aware given the teeth.” You poke at your own canine, tapping the enamel with open lips just as he swallows hard and narrows his eyes.

“Yes, well, obviously considering such details I thought it inappropriate to ask. People don’t typically agree to such perilous sounding terms,” he says, voice light and airy. Casual, you might say, despite the context.

“So instead you were just going to go for it?” You raise your brow, a smirk playing across your lips as he rolls his eyes.

“Seemed like the best possible option… at the time.”

You offer him a quiet ah, nodding your head as the two of you remain still, watching each other. Trying to gauge how the other is feeling without the use of your tadpoles.

Based on what you know about Astarion you assume he’s too stubborn to ask. Now that he’s caught, regardless of whether or not he needs the blood, he’ll never find himself in a position to be desperate enough to say those simple little words. Being a man of persuasion, he’ll most likely just talk his way into it —make it seem like the whole thing was your idea in the first place before diving right in.

It’d be respectable if you weren’t the victim. If it were Wyll or Gale and you were to bear witness to his deceptions, you’d fully support it. Encourage it even if he were to ask your opinion.

Since it’s you though, you can’t help but feel a bit frustrated. Astarion and you have never been particularly friendly. Having only been around each other for a few weeks, all you’ve talked about is the Illithid and how you plan to get rid of it —what you’ll do after it’s gone. But even the latter conversations hardly spark specific details. Mostly they’re just brief mentions of wanting to run away. To become hidden after the war is over.

You assume someone’s looking for him based on the way he speaks and carries himself. When you’re on the move he hides within the pack, using you all as a shield while he looks around. Always on high alert, his ears twitch at any foreign sound, his eyes dart to meet the faces of anyone you may come across. At night, he’s always the one to keep watch and over time you’ve come to realize it isn’t just because he doesn’t sleep. It’s because he’s looking for someone.

Even now, as he stands above you, you can see his eyes looking past you to focus on the underbrush. The way they narrow with focus, pushing past your face. He can sense something that you can’t —feel the eyes of some foreign presence staring at the two of you.

You’re tempted to use the tadpole to find out what exactly it is but quickly refrain once you hear the shuffling of branches behind you followed by Astarion’s breath of relief.

“You alright?”

His eyes shut for a split second. His chest heaves a single breath and in that moment you’re struck with an odd sense of sympathy. The feeling of pity laces throughout your thoughts as you imagine Astarion’s life before all of this. You imagine it isn’t great. Considering he’s a vampire, there’s probably at least an inkling of trauma there after living, dying and coming back as something other than yourself. No sane person would be the same after that, especially when taking into account all the symptoms. Before his transition, he could do mundane things. Enjoy the pleasantries of life like the sun and sleeping and food.

Nowadays, all it seems he craves is blood and power. Flesh of whatever he can get his greedy little hands on. The upper hand in any possible argument. Both make what Astarion is on the surface, but looking at him now, wondering what else lies behind that thick, defensive coat of first impressions, you know there are other things. Nicer ones he refuses to showcase.

They’re the details of his life before everything. Traits reserved only for himself, and for some uncharacteristic reason, you’re tempted to find out what they are.

“If you need to…” Trailing off, you feel your stomach twist at the realization of what you’re about to offer. The consequences are high, maybe even too high, but perhaps the benefits could be deemed higher. At this point, you’re certain no one else will give him what he needs. They’re all too noble or guarded to allow Astarion, regardless of his current allegiance, to drink.

They don’t trust him. And even though you find yourself in the same boat, feeling the skepticism of your words start to echo in the back of your mind, you know it’s the most logical thing to do. Sure, it may not be the right one. By a long shot, it’s probably one of the worst ideas you’ve ever had, but you know deep down that it’s necessary for your survival. To ensure that, when all this blows over and the potential of you going your separate ways occurs, Astarion doesn’t view you as an enemy.

“If you need to drink, you can.”

His eyes widen only a bit. Just enough for you to notice the slight shock that spreads across his features. “I can?”

There’s a reluctance you feel begin to bubble up but instead of acting on it you merely shut it down, nodding your head. “Yes, but only a little. Don’t want you bleeding me dry before this whole thing is all over.”

Somehow that makes him laugh. “Oh, darling, I wouldn’t dream of such a thing.”

You force yourself not to smirk as he lies through his teeth. Knowing him, he’d suck you dry if it weren’t for the fact that there’s safety in numbers. “Unfortunately for me this isn’t a dream.”

“Fair point,” he replies, taking a short step forward. After that he slowly begins to crouch towards the ground, watching you closely —focusing on the rise and fall of your chest as his face falls mere inches from yours. “For now though, I promise to do no such thing.”

“And you’re certain you’ll keep it?”

He hums, a grin pulling at his cheeks. “For now,” he muses. “In the future though…”

He’s so close you can feel his breath. Hot and heavy puffs pushed through a low, far too sultry tone of voice that has you pressing your lips together in a thin line.

Out of everyone, Astarion’s always been the most intriguing. The one you’ve had this constant back and forth with, debating whether or not to approach or run. Aside from the obvious vampirism, it’s quite obvious that he isn’t like the others. From what you’ve been able to piece together, he doesn’t have a cause. A God or some sort of leader he’s willing to lay down the law for. He’s not noble like Wyll or faithful like Shadowheart. He’s just Astarion. A bloodied wolf all by his lonesome, following the rest of the pack.

You’re sure he has desires like the rest of them. Wants and needs that’ll inevitably be gifted to him at the end of this —so long as you all survive. Like everyone else, he has a purpose in mind, but what that purpose is is unbeknownst to you thanks to the charm he offers in replacement of the truth. Because of this, he feels almost like a treasure chest. A trove of untold riches kneeling before you, tempting you to open.

“I’m sure the future will have us far enough away from each other where that doesn’t happen, so I won’t worry.”

Almost immediately, he can tell you’re fishing for information. The way his brow slightly upturns and the flirtatious grin across his face transitions into more of a smirk. It makes you internally curse, knowing that no matter how hard you try you’ll never beat him at his own game. His way with words is too precise. Too calculated, even for someone like you who grew up convincing people of your lies.

“You never know. Perhaps after this is all over I’ll follow you. Linger amongst the shadows until the time is right.”

You can’t tell if he’s kidding. His voice is too convincing to be completely certain, so you merely roll your eyes. “Yes, well, if you do decide to drink me to death, be sure to make it quick.”

He clicks his tongue, leaning slightly further in. “What would be the fun in that though?”

There’s an unfamiliar ache inside your chest. A rupture of pain that wreaks havoc against your ribcage, pounding. Now that he’s close to you, you can assume it’s always been there but because he’s so good at posing a distraction you weren’t fully aware of it until now.

“Fair point,” you repeat his words back to him, deeply inhaling just as the tadpole suddenly shifts in tandem with your chest. Ebbing and flowing across your inner eye in time with your shaky breath, you notice Astarion pick up on it, humming knowingly.

“You fear me, don’t you?”

Despite the answer being blatantly obvious, your lips remained sealed. Closed off, regardless of the truths the rest of your body spills.

“It’s quite alright, darling. It’s normal. Creatures of the night are hardly meant to be trifled with.”

He’s in your face now, a mere hair’s length away, once again baring his teeth. Against your lips, you can feel the movement of his words pushing through the air, coating you in further reluctance as the withheld breath inside you finally releases. As it hits his face, he blinks and pulls away. Ever so slightly giving you the space you need to recollect your thoughts and swallow back the fear.

He’s terrifying. Even you have to admit that. Unlike Lae’zel he’s more calculated in his intimidation, opting to pull you in —to make you feel comfortable— before he ultimately strikes. Because of this, his threats feel more authentic. Less like simple tactics used to get you to back off. They aren’t words of warning —they’re promises. Declarations of a moment he’s more than willing to make a reality if given the chance.

“Do you want my blood or not, Astarion?”

Your patience is thin. Your chest is in pain and while the tadpole inside unwittingly reaches out to his, driving you both closer as he instructs you to lie back down and get comfortable, all you can feel is temptation. Desire.

Upon resting your head, you feel the connection between you grow stronger. Inside, your head flashes with icy sensations that trickle down towards your neck. Small tremors of what’s to come as Astarion positions himself around you.

When he leans down, there’s a moment where you think of retracting. This is all too sudden, you think. A mistake made in hopes of gaining the upper hand. Just moments ago you were made unaware of the full potential of Astarion’s charms, but now that you’re lying beneath him, awaiting the moment he sinks his teeth into your flesh, you can feel the regret begin to build.

“It won’t last.”

Pulling yourself from your thoughts, you look to see him staring over top of you. Both of his arms are planted on either side of your head, bending at the elbow so that he’s low and close. “I’m sorry?”

“The pain. It won’t last long, I promise.”

Strangely enough, he sounds sincere. Not that that means much when a good portion of the words that exit his lips are lies. Still though, instead of returning to that previous headspace you merely breathe and nod, waiting for the moment the tadpole’s connection vibrates with confirmation and Astarion begins to lean in.

It’s a slow process. Above you, his shoulders shift, pushing his arm to cup the back of your head and expose your neck. Against your skull, Astarion tightens his grip to steady the endless thoughts that race through your mind as you share a glance. It’s small but important. A moment of recognition that tonight is not the night you die at his hand, but merely a preview of what might come if your paths wrongfully cross.

At the last second, you give him a curt nod and feel him dip, running the tip of his tongue along your jugular before the presence of teeth poke holes through your flesh. At first, it's painful. The blood that’s sucked through your veins pulsates through the open wound in stinging waves as you feign a soft groan. Then Astarion’s grip around your head tightens at the sound, pushing you further into his mouth. Further into the euphoria he takes as the feeling transcends into something numbingly cold.

Your eyes flutter shut at his continued feed. The feeling in your hands begins to fade even as you somehow find them moving to Astarion’s back, one of them pressing against his shoulder, the other finding purchase in his locks. At that point, you can feel Astarion moan against you, desperation filling his every cell as his teeth shift further into your neck, prompting your eyes to shoot open.

He’s going to kill you at this rate. To drink you drier than an insect's husk, so, through half-conscious pushes, you tell him to stop. To let go and to keep his promise as you grip the roots of his hair and pull.

As it happens you see his eyes shift to yours. They’re blown out completely, the whites of his eyes stained red to match his ruby pupils. For a moment, they remain locked to your half-lidded ones, honing in on the way they start to flutter again before you see them tightly close. Then he finds himself ripping away and gasping for air. Coughing through the thick blood that coats his tongue as he stares down at your neck.

The wound is only slightly gaping. Two well-defined puncture wounds sit side by side, but at the moment you can’t feel them. Instead, there’s still only numbness. A space of nothing that lingers between your head and chest, making you shift to sit up and place your hand there, finding more blood.

“See? Over before you know it, right?” He laughs but all you do is glare.

“You almost killed me.”

“Ah, yes, but notice the key word being almost.”

If you weren’t so heavy-headed you’d punch him in the throat. Maybe strangle him if you could get the right angle. “Yes, fine, you’ve had your fun. Now, do you need anything else or am I fine to pass out now?”

You expect him to say something else. To make some quip about the safety measures of post-bloodsucking, but he doesn’t. Instead, he merely inches closer, staring at you as he reaches for your bloodied hand and pulls it close.

Once again, your tadpole wriggles against your will. Throughout your skull, it practically dances as Astarion glances down, taking two of your fingers into his mouth with careful precision. If anyone were to see they’d most likely faint at the mere lewdness of it. Frozen in time, your body refuses to move as he laps the blood off your skin, staring at you through hooded eyes that make you want to scream.

You’ve never been in this kind of position before. Sure, you’ve experienced many kinds of intimacy, both sexual and not, but somehow this feels different. Forbidden, in a sense. As if sharing this moment is not only wrong but also against some sort of ethical code.

At first, you wonder if it’s because blood isn’t necessarily something that’s given. Always taken. In battle, it’s ripped from your skin through the means of injury. Punctured or sliced out of you at the hands of a sword. No bond goes along with it. No mutual agreement that any life will remain once the deed is over.

But then you begin to think of Astarion. The elven vampire now infected with the Illithid. Like you, he’s been changed. Subtly shifted into something new. Overall, your transformation isn’t nearly as different as his. Before the infection, you could still enjoy the pleasantries of being human, but still, there’s this connection that draws you towards him. It makes its presence known within the tadpole. Throughout the movements that echo in your minds as Astarion cleans the last of the blood away, looking at you with soft eyes.

“I consider this a gift, you know,” he says, dropping your hand, and moving away to stand without so much as a thought.

You blink back your confusion, trying your best to focus on the genuine-looking smile that appears as he takes a few steps backwards, never breaking eye contact until he telepathically adds I won’t forget it then stalks away.

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𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 | smutshot

pairing—astarion x m!reader summary—as much as you enjoy your heated nights together, a part of you still longs for more warnings—pwp, top!astarion, dom!astarion, dom/sub undertones, mentions of blood, blood drinking, soft sex?, slight fluff, mostly just shameless smut word count—667 rating—18+, smut under the cut

Astarion held onto you, keeping you in place. His hands were gentle, the tips of his fingers gliding over your naked skin. Still, there was no use fighting him, no escape. Not that you were looking for one.

A low whine tumbled from your lips as he pushed deeper inside you and his long, slender fingers curled loosely around your throat.

You sat in his lap with your back to his chest, upright within the dimly lit tent. You were back at camp now after a long day of exploring, fighting and killing. The adrenaline had clearly stuck with your devoting companion, all blood within him rushing down to his lowest parts.

He was hungry. Hungry for you. For your whines and moans, for the smell of your damp skin against his. Most of all, for your blood.

He reached around with his spare hand and touched you where you needed him most, stroking his fingers over you lazily as the hand around your throat tightened. He tapped your neck with one outstretched finger and you obeyed, rolling your head to the side, allowing it to land gently on his shoulder.

He pushed up into you again and moaned against your skin as he finally sunk his teeth into you. As he drank, you wondered what it would be like to die like this. In his arms, connected in such an intimate way, as he drank you dry. To die like this, you decided, would not be so bad. It would be better than succumbing to the tadpole behind your eye.

Yes, you thought as you began to lift your hips only to sink back down onto him again, if he were to lose control and drain your very essence of life while fucking you raw, it would be a good way to die.

“Astarion,” you whimpered his name and he smiled, pulling his fangs from you.

His thrusts continued once again as his tongue licked up the last drops of blood that fell from your neck.

“Oh darling, you’re too good to me,” he spoke, his voice heavy and laced with silk.

You hoped he felt some true affection for you. He had allowed himself to be more vulnerable with you, after all. You’d seen the scars on his back, traced your fingers along them as he told you of his past. He’d opened up to you and now you spent almost every night with him.

Even if he did not truly care for you, you supposed it was okay. As long as he allowed you to keep caring for him, that was all that mattered.

He held you against him as he continued to kiss your neck, his eyes peering over your body, looking down at where your pink tip throbbed in his hand.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he whispered into your ear, “Go on, be a good little boy and cum for me.”

And so you did, hot liquid spilling out over his hand and your stomach. He continued to roll his hips into you, chasing after his own release. He held your throat still, grip tightening as he finally fell over the edge, releasing into you.

His final moan came out in one deep, long breath and he pressed his lips to the soft skin on your shoulder before helping you up off of him.

His lips curled up, fangs bearing, as he watched you fall to the floor, utterly exhausted. The sex itself was enough to wear you out after such a long day but it was the absence of blood which always pushed you to your limit. You would sleep well, at least. Right through until morning.

Astarion cleaned you up and crawled down beside you, pulling the blankets up over your tired bodies as he pulled you to his chest again, this time in a much more tender moment. Your eyes had already fallen closed but only once you were in his arms did you finally drift off to sleep.

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yeet-me-dad-dy · 9 months

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hi hope you're doing well

I got reminded of my obsession with Castlevania :0 and reminded of how much poor Alucard suffered :((

So gentle Vampire male reader x Alucard

I just want reader to focus on Alucards pleasure , doing everything he asks for , because he deserves to be treated like royalty Reader is just pampering him with kisses while making him a whimpering mess And ofc the best aftercare in the world for Alucard <333

Also I hope you're having an amazing day <333

deserving

Adrian Tepes x Vampire!Male Reader Summary: Pampering and gently fucking Adrian. Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only. Top!male reader, bottom!Adrian, gentle sex, praising, lots of kissing, unprotected anal, riding, orgasms, aftercare, set after season 3, reader is at least strong enough to carry Adrian.

“Adrian?” His eyes screw shut tighter, chest stuttering with uneven breaths while tears of frustration sting behind his eyelids. You lean back slightly, attempting to rub soothing circles into his hips with your thumbs. “My love, we don’t have to-”

“No,” he interrupts, the grip on your arms tightening. After a few deep breaths Adrian manages to open his eyes, a pink flush slowly blooming across his face with the way you so gently look down at him. “I want to do this, I…”

You understand his hesitance - once he told you about Sumi and Taka everything had snapped into place, and the reason why he was so reluctant to get close to you at first became perfectly clear.

“How about we try something different?” You ask, his nervousness bleeding into the room. Normally with Adrian so quiet you would tease him, but when he simply nods, you don’t, instead encouraging him to sit up so you can press your mouth against his, his anxieties ebbing away as his head grows foggy.

Slowly, you manoeuvre your bodies until you’re the one pressed into the pillows and Adrian is on top, straddling your waist as you hungrily lick into his mouth, lowly moaning when he reciprocates with just as much vigour. When you break apart you barely manage to contain your grin as a noise of discontent rises from his throat, unhappy with the loss of your mouth.

“Is this better?” You whisper, and Adrian takes a moment, blinking dazedly before sitting up and looking down, realising where he now was. He can feel your cock, hard and hot, poking him, and the blush trails down his chest. Hands falling down to his waist you gently squeeze, bringing his attention back to you. “We go at your pace, whatever you want to do.”

Overcome with emotion he surges forward, bringing you into a hungry kiss, tongue trailing over your fangs with excitement. When one of your hands moves to tangle in his hair and cup the back of his head to keep him pressed against you he moans into your mouth, hips unintentionally grinding down against your stomach. He’s hard against you, and when your other hand travels to his cock, thumb collecting the drops of pre that had gathered before you begin to stroke him, Adrian breaks the kiss, forehead falling into your shoulder as he gasps at the contact.

He revels in the pleased hum that rumbles in your chest, your mouth now paying attention to his neck, allowing your fangs to gently drag against the skin before you begin to lather at a certain spot, intent on marking his neck.

You don’t get the chance, your head falling back when Adrian takes you in his hand, stroking your shaft as you twitch in his hold. With new found confidence he shuffles back, looking at you with blown pupils and only a thin ring of gold in his eyes when you finally tilt your head back up. Your chest contracts with a sharp intake when he holds your cock to his hole and begins to slowly sink down until he’s flush against you, the slide easy thanks to the prep you did earlier.

Neither of you move, basking in the presence of each other while you wait for Adrian to adjust, hands trailing over every inch of skin you can reach before settling on his waist when he testingly moves his hips, hands falling to your chest to keep himself up.

With the absence of pain he starts moving, rocking back and forth above you, your cock dragging against his walls and filling him completely. When the pleasure starts to build he leans back to rest his hands on your thighs, bouncing himself up and down and giving you the perfect view.

Small, pearly drops leak from the tip of his cock, gathering on your skin. Although you haven’t been fucking him long Adrian already feels the building of his orgasm and you’re right behind him, the teasing you had done before wrecking your stamina.

Grinding his cock against your stomach Adrian whimpers, the small pool of precum on your stomach steadily growing as he climbs closer and closer. When you wrap a hand around his cock he cries, breathing growing heavier as he pleads. “Please please, I’m close, keep going.”

You jerk him off faster, his cock shining and wet with arousal. When you flick your wrist just write and angle your thrusts to pound into his prostate he’s almost sobbing as he cums, splashing across your torsos with a soundless cry. Fucking into him to prolong his orgasm Adrian eventually moans out loud, cock kicking with each rope of cum.

Slowing your thrusts as he comes down Adrian quickly notices you haven’t cum and fucks down on you faster, reigniting your orgasm. “Fuck fuck fuck, I’m close, I’m close,” you chant, rapidly losing control over your encroaching orgasm. “Where do you want it?”

“Inside, cum inside me.” Adrian begs, rapidly bouncing up and down on your cock to bring you to the edge.

With a final hoarse cry your body arches up to chase the tightness of Adrian’s hole as you cum, the tip of your cock knocking against his prostate with every thrust as you paint his walls in thick globs. Hips jerking into his your body vibrates with pleasure, steadily filling him until you’re a panting mess, Adrian faring no better as he trembles above you.

The both of you remain still as you enjoy the ripples of pleasure, only moving to rake your fingers across the tops of Adrian’s thighs while he catches his breath, cock still snug within his walls.

When you pull out and go to move Adrian stops you with a hand on your stomach, curiously grinding back to feel your hard cock nestled between his cheeks. “You’re still hard?” He asks incredulously.

Your smile turns sheepish, body more than ready to go for another round. “Yes, but we don’t have to go again, I can-”

Adrian quietens you with a scoff. “What do you take me for?” Using his strength he flips you both over, legs widening to make room for you and arms pulling you forward until your cock is pressed against him. “Do you think I would leave you unsatisfied? You really must-”

Cutting him off when you push back inside Adrian chokes on his words, hands fisting the fabric of the sheets into his fingers, a broken moan forcing itself out of his chest. When you start thrusting again your body feels everything, more sensitive in the aftermath of your first orgasm.

With his head thrown back in pleasure you leap at the chance to take in Adrian, mouth slightly apart as moans tumble from him, skin shining with exertion and blooming marks beginning to form on his neck.

You never understood how people could devote themselves to others so freely - but now, with Adrian splayed underneath you, golden hair surrounding him like the sun itself, you understand. With emotion boiling in your chest you lean down to capture his lips once more, pleasure crackling up your spine with how he clings to you.

Reluctantly pulling away when Adrian tilts his head back to moan you move to his neck, nipping and sucking at the skin as his legs tighten around you, the edges of your orgasm slowly creeping in. You push up onto your hands, hovering over him while your thrusts gain speed, skin slapping against skin as you chase your release. Adrian scrambles to hold onto your shoulders as his body jostles with the force.

The knot tightly builds in your stomach, thrusts growing wild as you pound into him. “I’m close,” you manage to warn, short grunts following each thrust.

Adrian digs his fingers into your shoulders, leaving crescent shapes as he pants. “Again- cum inside me again.”

With a few more thrusts the knot snaps, rhythm stuttering as you feel each rope of cum fill Adrian’s hole, his body tensing around you as if to milk you for all he can. The feeling triggers his own orgasm, cock twitching against his skin as streaks paint his stomach, body shivering with intensity.

Trembling with the aftershocks of your release and barely able to keep yourself up you collapse to the side, spots dancing behind your eyelids and an arm automatically surrounding Adrian when he shuffles next to you, resting on your chest.

He clings to you in the afterglow, simmering in pleasure as he loses himself to the way you gently run a hand everywhere once the spots have faded - light fingers following up his spine, across to his shoulder and then down his arm until you take his hand in yours, thumb softly running across his knuckles. When he regains some control of his body he glances up to see you already smiling down at him, a question on the tip of your tongue. “Are you ok my love?”

His head falls back onto your chest, too heavy to keep up. “You ruined me, you brute.”

Adrian rises and falls with your chest as you laugh, one hand combing hair off his sweaty forehead while you plant a kiss on his temple. “I’m sorry, let’s take a bath and I can make it up to you?”

He sinks further into your body, limbs struggling to respond. “I can’t move,” he pouts.

“You won’t have to, I’ll be right back.” Disentangling yourself from Adrian is harder than you think, but once free you look over your shoulder to catch his eyes hungrily sweeping over your naked body and send him a wink, quickly disappearing out of the room and into the attached bathroom.

Turning on the water you allow time for the bath to begin filling, and when you return to Adrian he’s shifted onto his back, waiting for your return. Planting one knee on the bed he has little time to react before you’re moving one arm under his knees and the other across his back to pick him up, Adrian’s arms flying to wrap around your neck. He huffs, burrowing his blushing face into your neck as you carry him. “I can walk by myself.”

He can’t see the grin plastered across your mouth but he can hear your amusement. “I thought you said that I ruined you, that you couldn’t move?”

Adrian groans, burrowing further into your neck. Arriving at the bath he reluctantly lets go as you lower him into the water, switching off the gushing taps and encouraging Adrian to lean back and relax. With another kiss to his temple you disappear for a few minutes, quickly stripping the ruined bed sheets and replacing them with fresh ones.

Reappearing in the bathroom you coax him forward just enough so that you can settle behind him, pulling him back to rest against your chest as your arms encircle his waist, hugging him close to you. The hot water eases the soreness in muscles, and soon Adrian is twisting his head to seek out your mouth, body relaxing as you kiss him slowly, gently.

You spend the remainder of your bath pampering him - cleaning every inch of his skin, washing his hair, muttering praises into his ear. By the time you’re both clean Adrian is completely lax in your arms, fighting to stay awake. Pulling Adrian up as you stand you help him out, grabbing the nearby towels and drying you both off, Adrian dazedly watching as you throw the towels in a corner to deal with later and link your fingers with his, pulling him back to bed.

Adrian settles under the covers first, lying on his side and pointedly waiting until you lie next to him. He quickly encourages you to engulf him, making you shift onto your side to face him so he can move one of your legs over his and cuddle into your chest, arms wrapping around you to hold you close. Once your arms envelop him and your chin rests on the top of his head his breaths soon even out, the lull of sleep too hard to resist knowing he’s entangled with you.

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