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velvetkisscs · 2 months ago

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party 4 u, part of you knew

synopsis: you were an outcast, sunghoon was not. he was your neighbour, your childhood best friend, your first love. sunghoon didn't know that. on the last day of senior high, you decided to face your fears; go to the party and tell him how you feel. part of you knew that things might not end the way you want it to. still, you went.

"i shouldn't have gone to this party 4 u."

wc: 5.2k pairing: popular!sunghoon x fem!reader contains: angst (i tried), childhood best friends, secret crush, first love heartbreak, lack of communication, time apart, mentions of random characters, unexpected reunion, right person- wrong time, use of song lyrics, yn is kinda sad, etc. (let me know if i missed any) a/n: this story was heavily inspired by the "party 4 u" takes on tiktok. they've been flooding my fyp lately. these 2 tiktoks: [1] & [2] specifically. i strictly only listened to party 4 u - charlie xcx while making this.

this story is dedicated to my best babes, @sunoostripletriple <3 go give her a hug rn

i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i had fun writing it! i haven't written anything in a while, so idk if it gives what’s supposed to be gave? or however that saying goes. i do hope that it meets your expectations.

likes, comments & reblogs are appreciated <3

might contain grammatical errors as english is not my first language. not proofread.

you don’t belong here.

not in this dress and definitely not in this moment. but you do it anyway– sliding on the dress you picked– slowly, shakily. you’ve never been to a party before, nor were you ever invited. unsure whether the outfit you picked is too formal, you throw on your brother’s oversized jacket. the mirror reflects someone unfamiliar. perhaps a different version of yourself.

someone prettier. someone braver.

someone even sunghoon might look at. your room is littered with your own clothes, from your bed to the floor. you’ve been mulling over skipping the party for the nth time, uncertain whether this is the right choice. you can just wipe off your makeup, change into your (sunghoon’s) hoodie, crawl into the bed, and bury yourself under your sheets. pretend that the party doesn’t exist, that it’s just a normal night of you staying in.

but your hair is already lightly curled, you’ve done your makeup twice, and you finally convinced your mom to let you borrow one of her necklace after begging for what felt like an hour. you can’t really turn back now.

you hear a knock on the door. it’s your brother, heeseung.

“are you still coming?” he asks.

“i’m almost done.” you lied.

“i’ll wait for you outside.”

it’s too late. you really have to go. for the last time, you stand in front of your vanity mirror, rehearsing what to say to him.

“hey sunghoon. you look good tonight. i mean you always do.” you stutter over your words

“i’ve been wanting to tell you something. i like you. i always have. i think i might be in love with you.”

no. you thought that it’s too cheesy. it’s too much.

over the years, you’ve created different versions of this moment. what words to use, the tone of your voice, when the right time is, and even the outcome. you thought about how his eyes turn into crescent moons, the way his vampire-like fangs show up whenever he genuinely laughs, if he would tell you he feels the same, how you would feel when he pulls you in for a hug while apologizing for not realizing his feelings, and yours sooner. that maybe, you were always the one.

he’s always been the only one.

but you know reality is never that kind. as soon as you meet his eyes, you fail to think of the proper words, let alone form a sentence that truly conveys your feelings.

before you could even change your mind, your phone buzzes. heeseung is getting impatient waiting for you. so you leave.

it’s the last day of senior high. you two are going to different colleges. this is your only shot. tonight is your only chance. if things go south, if he ends up looking at you like a stranger– someone he hadn't spend his whole childhood and adolescent years with– you’ll have months, maybe even years of time and distance to forget.

you tell yourself that you’re not doing this for him, convinced that you’re doing this for yourself. that once you get the words out, once you let go of everything that’s been burning inside you, you’ll be free.

but deep down, a part of you knew.

you’re going to this party for him, not for you.

the party is already in full swing when you arrived. the music is loud, the floor thumping as tangled bodies move in rhythm. not used to this kind of space, you stand still. you pretend to check an important notification from your phone, pretend to be waiting for someone. you’re stalling and you’re not sure what for. maybe for the annoying voice in your head to shut up and let you breathe. or to find the courage to walk up to sunghoon, finally telling him what you’ve been wanting to say.

this party felt foreign. people wear their confidence like perfume. compared to them, you’re a question mark left unanswered. your clothes felt too snug, shoes an inch too high, and your heart definitely too loud. you try to weave through the blur of entwined bodies, scanning the room for that one specific person.

then you see him.

sunghoon.

it didn’t take you long to find him. he’s leaning against the kitchen counter with a red cup in one hand, laughing at whatever jay and jake said. his v-neck shirt clung to his body, adorned with a sleek leather jacket. he drinks from the red cup, his side profile showing off his sharp jawline and his perfectly angled nose.

his smile is genuine. familiar. unlike the room you’re both in. the smile you used to see everyday, back when he was still yours— well, not yours— but back when he was still closer. back when he’d throw small rocks to your window, asking if you’d want to go out for ice cream. back when you lost your grandpa and he invited you for a movie night in his room. blanket forts and popcorn, all set up by him. back when he used to call you “peach” because you once told him peaches were your favourite fruit, and that you always smell like one. he never forgot.

back when you were each other’s only friend.

back when you still mattered.

sunghoon is always the center of attention. it’s like a scene carved out of a coming of age film. he’s being bathed in the golden glow of overhead lights, the music slowing down. he’s the main character, and you’re just a mere extra passing through. he tilts his head back from laughter, and you see people form a semi-circle around him, orbiting him like planets to a sun. he’s the sun and you’re a rock. you can’t look away even if you tried.

you want to walk up to him. say what you’ve been wanting to say.

anything.

something.

your hands tremble slightly at your sides. your fingers finding comfort at the hem of your dress, trying to anchor yourself.

as you take a step forward, she walks in.

eunji.

beautiful eunji with her perfect everything. her presence alone draws everyone’s attention. she makes a beeline to sunghoon like she’s done it over a thousand times. she knows she belongs by his side. you watch for sunghoon’s reaction, freezing for a second when he sees her. for a brief moment, something unreadable flashes in his eyes. is it nervousness? confusion? that the most popular girl in the school is walking towards him?

from where you stand, you see eunji wrap her arms around his neck. then she goes for it, leaning in to kiss him.

and to your demise, he lets her.

your breath hitches. your chest tightens. you stand still, feet glued to the ground, unable to move or look away.

the noise of the party fades into the background, as if the person in charge of your life suddenly turned the volume of the whole world down. everything that was once so loud– the music, the chatter– is now barely a whisper. your legs won’t move, you feel stuck, like a statue that can see and feel everything.

in that moment, a hollow feeling blooms in your chest. you feel utterly alone in a room full of people. although surrounded with noise and laughter, you felt so small, so invisible.

your throat burns, a big lump forming. your eyes start to sting. you try so hard to do everything to ground yourself, you find your nails digging into your palm. you can’t cry now. not here and definitely not in front of everyone.

tragically for you– as if the universe is playing a joke– your eyes blur. mascara coated lashes getting damp with the tears you so badly want to hold back. and then–

“yn!” heeseung’s voice cuts through all the noise. and for once, you were thankful for your brother.

you hurriedly wipe your tears away, quickly turning towards heeseung. you put on a false front, smiling at him as if nothing is wrong.

on the opposite side of the room, sunghoon hears your name, his head snaps in your direction. he turns around, moving away from eunji, eyes scanning the crowd like he’s searching for something– someone.

you.

but you’re gone. you walked away.

the ride home is silent. you insisted that heeseung stays, that you feel lightheaded from the unfamiliar setting. that it’s best you go home. he buys it.

you look out to the window, watching the blurry headlights and streetlights pass like ghosts. the driver wondering why the party ended so early, so soon. you offer a smile, one that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. the driver understood and doesn’t say a word afterwards. you were thankful for that.

your phone buzzes. it was a message from him.

from sunghoon.

[sunghoon 🤍 10:29] hey, did you attend the party? i thought i saw you but i wasn’t sure.

you stare at the message, then his contact name. but you don’t answer. what will you even tell him? that you were there? that you watched him kiss someone?

that you’ve been in love with him since he hugged you under that blanket fort?

you open the reply box, then close it. but you open it again, typing out a “yeah, i was there.” but you erase it and you try again. “i was gonna say hi..” you delete it. trying to even out your breathing. trying to make the lump in your throat go away, the ache in you heart shrink, disappear. to pretend that it doesn’t matter. that it doesn’t hurt.

but it does.

in the end, you don’t reply. rather, you think to yourself. answering his message in your mind.

“party on, you party on.”

deleting his message, then his contact.

slowly deleting memories of him.

you convince your parents to let you move out to the city. telling them that it’s the best course of action. that it will help you get familiar with your surroundings once college rolls in.

you leave town a week after graduation.

no texts. no goodbyes.

sunghoon messages you a few more times that summer. random things; things you two used to talk about. harmless things like “did you hear about the new ice cream place that opened up?” or a “come join us at the old arcade!”

you don’t respond.

you read them all. every word, repeatedly. but you let them sit there like messages from an unknown number. a stranger. a part of you hoped he’d try harder. that he’d make the effort to find you. ask you what’s wrong and give you a hug that will heal the very scar he stabbed into your heart.

but he doesn’t. somehow that hurts more than the kiss did.

you stop making blanket forts. stop eating peaches, stop using peach scented body wash. you stop checking his social media. all of the photos you had with him– from elementary to senior high– deleted. except one. a photo taken the summer before senior year. it’s hidden behind a locked album. a picture taken by your own brother, heeseung. you and sunghoon sitting on a swing, backs facing against the screen, ice cream in one hand, the sky a mixed of orange and pink hues, your gaze towards him.

back then you were already wishing for something.

college is your clean slate. a mix of dorm rooms, group projects, lectures, expensive coffee, and new faces. you keep to yourself, studying every chance you get. you make friends, but not real ones. you don’t curl your hair. you store that necklace away. you don’t go to parties.

you turn yourself into a version that is easier to protect, invisible by choice.

time passes. slowly– painfully at first– you healed.

on your second year of college you meet someone. his name is kaito. he’s good to you. he has the kind of laugh that makes you feel fuzzy inside, hands that always know how to interlace with yours. he doesn’t make your heart race. but maybe, that’s not a bad thing. because hearts that race can easily break. a steady heart endures.

everyday he tells you he loves you. it’s the first thing that leaves his mouth in the morning and the last thing he utters before the day ends. you smile and say it back. and for a good while, you believe it.

when kaito proposes it’s soft, pure. simple. a walk on the beach after a fancy dinner. he gets on one knee holding out a small velvety box, a ring tucked inside. it’s dainty, it’s precious.

somehow you hesitate. just for a moment. except you don’t know why.

then you say yes.

not because you were certain. but because you want to be.

your parents are thrilled, his family adored you. everything is perfect. even you start to believe it. that love doesn’t have to be filled with sparks. that it didn’t have to be extraordinary.

for once, you believe that the hole in your heart is patched up. that sunghoon is just a distant memory you learn to live with.

but memories always have a way of returning.

it starts slow.

a scent, faint and familiar. the kind that smells like cold summer nights and someone’s sweater draped over your shoulders. you catch it on a stranger passing by the grocery aisles. your heart stutters, it knows. for a brief moment, you close your eyes. it’s not kaito. not the steady love you said yes to.

it’s someone else. sunghoon.

it’s been 7 years, you thought. he can’t be using the same cologne. but you know that scent anywhere. he wore it throughout junior and senior year after all. ever since heeseung got it for him for christmas.

you shake it off. it must be a coincidence.

except it happens again.

you’re at your local café, the one you’ve been frequenting to for group projects and late night cramming. you’re sitting down in a corner table, your laptop open and half a pastry forgotten on your plate. the song plays faintly through the speakers– she needs him by her’s– an indie track that used to be on all of your playlists. the one sunghoon would tease you about before admitting he kind of liked the band too.

your hands hover above the keys. you stare out the window, watching people pass by. maybe the song will finish quicker if you don’t pay attention to it. but it stays. long enough to remind you of the memories. long enough for the lyrics to cling to your skin like his sweater once did.

and then, kaito.

your sweet fiancé. kaito comes home with a new bottle of body wash and other travelling necessities for his upcoming business trip.

“i thought you’d like this one, babe.” he says, placing it onto the bathroom counter.

“it’s peach scented. you like fruity things, right?”

you do.

it’s the exact brand you used to have in your old childhood bathroom. the one sunghoon would always tease you about whenever he’s over to play with heeseung. saying “why do you smell like a juice box?”

you stopped buying it after the party.

but the world likes to play a joke on you. the same body wash sits innocently on your counter. like time is just a concept, that it’s not real. like years haven’t passed. everything you tried so hard to erase is coming back. uninvited.

then a letter addressed to you comes.

a small pink envelope in your mailbox. you almost miss it, wedged between bills and packages. inside is a wedding invitation. heeseung, your brother. he’s getting married.

the card is beautiful– soft lavender coloured, adorned with bold calligraphy, a picture of heeseung and his fiancé, information and the dress code.

lee heeseung and im seo-ah invites you to celebrate their wedding saturday, june 19th, 5:00pm at serenity garden

you stare at it, contemplating. there’s no rsvp option. you have to go.

kaito can’t make it. he calls the night before, apologizing every chance he gets. apparently there’s an emergency in japan. something about the budget and the investors. he promises to make it up to you when he returns. you tell him it’s fine. that you can manage.

you arrive at the venue. you wear a simple, ankle length dress with layers, coloured in different shades of blue, and a small scarf that came along with it. the dress is shaped like a flower, quite fitting for the theme of the wedding. you look like a woman who’s moved on.

but inside, you’re still the same quiet girl, heart pacing.

the sky is bright and clear. a gentle breeze flutters through the air, carrying the faint scent of lilac and hydrangeas. the sun casts golden streaks over the flowers and the white line-covered chairs.

everything feels like a scene from a movie– too perfect to be real. soft jazz plays in the background, fairy lights hang between tree branches. it’s romantic. beautiful in a way that makes your chest ache.

because it reminds you of your younger self.

the one who curled her hair in her childhood bedroom. the one that carefully brushed eyeshadow on her lids. the one who felt like she didn’t belong. you’re watching someone else’s life unfold– someone who belongs into this moment, this life, better than you do.

and then you see him.

standing tall by the entrance of the venue in a perfectly tailored tuxedo. his face breaks into the biggest grin when he spots you.

“yn!” he calls, kindly weaving through the guests to get to you.

your heart beats rapidly.

he sweeps you into a tight hug. a hug so warm, so real, so grounding.

“can’t believe you, out of all people, are married. you look amazing!” you say, pulling back from your brother’s hug.

he shrugs. “you clean up okay yourself.”

then his wife appears– seo-ah. she exudes elegant grace, the kind of woman who makes you understand why your brother fell in love so hard.

seo-ah greets you with a sweet smile. then a hug. you can tell she’s extremely nervous. “i’ve heard so many things about you!”

“and i’ve heard so much about you!” you reply. “all good things, i swear.”

later, during the reception, your name is called for a speech.

your stomach flips. you weren’t prepared. you didn’t plan much. you didn’t think you’d be asked. but it only makes sense since you’re the sister of the groom.

every eye in the room is on you. something that never happened before. your legs feel like they will give out the second you make your way to the small stage. but you do it anyway. you hold the mic with both hands.

“hi.” you begin, your voice shaking. “i’m heeseung’s younger sister. surprising right?” a few chuckles ripple through the crowd.

“i basically spent most of my life watching him be the loudest person in every room. the first person to finish a whole box of ramen in a week, and definitely the worse person to share a bathroom with.”

more laughter breaks the tension. you exhale and continue.

“but i can assure you that he’s the most loyal person i’ve ever known. and i’m not saying that because he’s my brother. i remember when my first pet hamster died, he stayed up with me all night. he even bought me the candies i liked with the very little allowance he had. when i failed my physics exam, he made sure to tutor me until i understood the gravity of the situation.”

you catch heeseung looking a little flustered and you smiled at him.

“when he met seo-ah, he changed. not in a bad way, but in a real way. he became someone who listened more, someone who laughed a little softer, but loved harder. louder. and it’s all because of you, seo-ah. you truly bring out the best in him. i will never trade you for anyone else, you’re my sister now. thank you for taking him off my back. and good luck dealing with that.” another wave of laughter erruupts.

you pause.

“here’s to new beginnings. to love. the kind that grows with you. and the kind that feels like coming home.”

applause and glasses clinking fills the room. you feel like you might float away from sheer relief. that attention is no longer directed at you, but to the newlyweds. you don’t notice the eyes that were once watching you.

but what you didn’t see is how a pair of eyes never looked away. a pair of eyes that never left your frame ever since you stepped up to speak.

his fingers curl loosely around a champagne glass. his chest rising, then falling. as if he just learned how to breathe. except you don’t see it. the way his expression softens with every word that leaves your mouth. a sense of pride in his gaze whenever you made the crowd laugh. a smile threatening to tug at his lips. you don’t see any of it.

not yet.

descending down the steps, you finally start to breathe evenly. that’s when it happens–

your eyes meet.

everything stops.

the music, the laughter. the chatter, the clinking of glass. everything goes silent.

it feels like you’re seventeen again. standing in a crowded room, but somehow alone. every memory you once buried, bursts to the surface. seven years of silence. of forgetting, pretending. all coming out.

he’s wearing a charcoal grey suit that fits like it was made for him. he looks older, more refined. he’s no longer the boy you used to love, but a man. however, his eyes stayed the same. soft yet unwavering.

your eyes start to sting, a lump forming in your throat. you want to run. you want to leave. you have to. you need to.

but he’s faster. “wait–yn–”

his hand gently wraps around your wrist. it’s not forceful, but enough to stop you from leaving. enough to say please.

you stop, not turning around. you can’t.

“i didn’t think you’d come,” he says behind you, voice soft, yet unsure. the way that makes your throat tighten. “i was hoping you did. but i didn’t know.”

then he sees it. the dainty ring around your finger. but he doesn’t say anything. instead, he lets go and asks “how have you been?”

you don’t answer right away. closing your eyes, trying to stabilize your breathing. you turn around, forcing yourself to look at him with a smile. it’s way harder than you thought it would be.

“i’ve been good.” you look down at your hand. “i’m engaged.” showing him the ring kaito gave you.

he swallows, hard. “congratulations! are you happy?” now he’s the one forcing a smile.

“i am. it’s easy, it’s stable.”

“i missed you, you know.” he says quietly, voice cracking. “for years, i didn’t know how to reach you. i texted you, but i assumed you didn’t want to be bothered.”

you don’t answer him. and as if he understood, he nods.

there’s so much silence. it’s heavy, full of everything you never said. eventually, you say goodbye to him. then you go over to heeseung and seo-ah, giving them the gift and telling them that the wedding was beautiful. you hug them and promised to invite them for lunch. you walk out, the same way you did 7 years ago.

but that night, you find yourself in your childhood bedroom, back where everything started. your phone buzzes. it’s an unknown number. but part of you know who it is.

[unknown 11:10 pm] i got your number from heeseung. can we meet up by the lake tomorrow. just to talk and catch up. there’s something need to tell you.

the lake hadn’t changed.

maybe the tress were taller. the path was overgrown, used. the rope of the swing had frayed from the years and weather. but the lake itself– the still, glassy surface reflecting the colors of the sky– look exactly the same. the same as the last time you were here. unmoving, serene, quietly watching as if it had been waiting for you all long.

your heart is stuttering in your chest, and there he is.

sunghoon sitting on the swing, hands in his hoodie pocket, just the way he used to be. his silhouette is outlined by the pink and orange hue of the sunsent. and for a second, it’s like time never passed. like you’re still seventeen, hiding away from the rest of the world, with him. talking about your dreams, too big and too small to name.

he turns around when he hears you, tension in his jaw, his shoulders– but his eyes remain the same. soft. the kind reserved only in your memories. only for you.

“you came,” he says, voice quiet.

you nod, words unable to come out. the lump in your throat is already forming, threatening to knock the air out of your lungs. you didn’t think coming back here would be this hard. or maybe you did. you just hope you were stronger now.

he gestures towards the swing. “sit with me?”

for a second, you hesitate. but you walk closer, the grass moving beneath your feet. your fingers graze the rope, then the wood plank of the swing. you remember the summers you spent here, pushing each other back and forth as high as you can. laughter echoing between the trees. it was your place with him. a secret you both kept from the rest of the world. a place where everything felt a bit easier.

sunghoon sits on the other end of the swing. for a few minutes, the only thing you hear are the sound of the cicadas, the wind, and the distant ripple of the water. the quiet feels loud. your heart that was once steady is racing. you wonder if the man beside you can hear it. and then he speaks–

“i didn’t know you left a week after graduation,” he says. voice shaky just enough to reveal his nervousness.

your head turns toward him. slow and hesitant. but you don’t say anything. you’ve always been the quiet one between the two of you.

“i mean… i found out eventually, as soon as college started. but not before that. not when it mattered, when i could’ve done something.”

you look down at your hands. the same hands that once held pieces of him. notes he’d pass to you in class, fries you used to fight over. the same ones that used to hold his own whenever you feel scared to walk back home. especially after getting scolded by your parents. the same hands that held your small secret. the hands that held your feelings for him.

“i asked heeseung where you were,” he continues. “but he wouldn’t tell me. he said you didn’t feel like going out. i should’ve realized sooner that you didn’t want to be found. by me.”

it was true. you begged heeseung not to say anything. told him that it was better that way. that it was easier than explaining that his own best friend– your own best friend– broke your heart.

sunghoon chuckles, but it’s bitter, empty. “i didn’t understand. i kept texting you. i kept hoping that maybe, you’ll show up with a smile on your face. telling me that you were sick and was bedridden for days. when i found out that you went to the graduation party, i thought i knew how to get you out of your room. so i threw so many parties. i told myself that it was for fun, for the guys, to blow off steam after exams. but it wasn’t.”

your vision starts to blur. that god awful lump in your throat is back. he looks at you, eyes shining in the low light. honest, unflinching.

“i threw those parties for you.”

the words hit you with the force of a tidal wave. you can’t breathe. your chest caves around the weight of your heavy heart. you finally heard the truth you never knew you needed. the idea that he had missed you too. that he looked for you in ways only he knew how. in places filled with noise.

you cover your mouth with your hand, trying to steady your breathing. your sobs, yourself. but it’s too late. the tears come fast. they’re hot, heavy, unstoppable. the dam you spent 7 years building, crumbles without mercy.

“i’m sorry,” you mumble. words cracking like glass. “i’m so sorry, hoon.” and that was enough for him.

he moves. arms wrapping around you, pulling you off the swing and into his arms. he holds you like you’re fragile glass, like he knows how long you’ve been holding everything in. he always does. and that healed you. the scar you once had in your heart, fading away. he’s been waiting to hold you for years. 7 whole years.

you cry. until tears won’t come out anymore.

you cry for the years you lost. for something that could have been. you cry for the girl you used to be– the one who was so in love, yet so afraid. the girl who was so sure that she will never be enough. you cry because the love you had for him never died. just buried beneath time and distance. you cry because you hate that he’s here, when it’s too late.

sunghoon doesn’t say anything. he doesn’t stop you from crying. instead, he wraps his arms around you, lets you bury your face into his shoulders. he lets you soak his hoodie with your tears. it feels like forgiveness.

his voice comes out low, almost trembling. “i looked for you in every girl i met. i tried to move on. i really did. but no one can replace you. no one knew how to make the world quiet down with one single glance.”

you want to say something. tell him that you loved him first. that you never stopped loving him. but the words refuse to come out. the ache in your heart is too big, the wound too raw. so you stay quiet.

and he understands, he always does.

for the first time in 7 years of being apart, silence feels like healing.

you stay like that, head resting on his shoulder, gazing into the horizon. until the stars begin to peek through the sky. neither of you move. neither of you dares to let go.

because maybe, just maybe, this isn’t the end. but a new beginning.

likes, comments & reblogs are appreciated <3

a/n: i wont lie, i cried while writing some of the parts. especially when that part of the song coincidentally aligns with the “sad” bits. that’s why it took me a bit to finish it. an empath lives a hard life… also because i was out for work and a date for with my bf <3

do not fret! there will be a second part to this <3 see u soon!

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monstersholygrail · 11 months ago

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Bite Me Baby

Werewolf bf x fem!reader— rough sex, clawing, marking, biting, brief mentions of blood, edging, aftercare

You had been nervous when you told your Werewolf bf that you were a vampire. You knew there were all those legends about your species being ancient rivals and even worse how some still believed in them. You knew your bf wasn’t like that and yet you were still nervous.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for his reaction. Instead of apprehension or worry, your Werewolf bf’s eyes flooded with lust. About the same time yours overflowed with alarm at the sight of it.

Further alarm moving through you when Werewolf bf jumps to tackle you down onto your bed. Inhaling deeply at your scent he can now pinpoint where he previously couldn’t before he nuzzles into the flesh there, adding his own scent to yours. Tiny growls leaving him as he does. You’re frozen, eyes wide, not knowing what to make of this reaction.

“Do you know how hard it’s been trying to hold back from taking you as roughly as I’ve wanted? Not wanting to break my pretty mates human body,” Werewolf bf snarls.

His hands move down your shape with a new fascination. His love for your body, perfect as it is, grows even deeper. He no longer bothers to be gentle, claws scratching down your form, fingers digging into your flesh, weight leaning on you. All to see how much you can take.

You moan, finally feeling his touch on a higher level than ever before now that neither of you have to hide or hold back any longer. “I want everything you can give me,” you beg.

Werewolf bf snarls, hands rushing to rid you of your clothing. Trying to be respectful but eventually using his claws to simply tear through what left you had on. You cry out, only getting more aroused by his intensified dominance.

“I expect you to bite back,” Werewolf bf snaps cheekily, a feral smirk on his face.

You go to bite back, so to speak, when Werewolf slams his long length inside you in one thrust, turning your words in a fierce shriek. All speech is immediately forgotten as your bf begins pounding into you. Sharp claws digging into your soft hips as he helps slam you down on his cock with his every movement.

Your body curls unnaturally in around his and he chuckles, watching how you squirm for him. Arms wrapping around his neck you bring his warm body closer to yours, allowing his cock to sink in even deeper inside you. Mirroring moans leave you both and Werewolf bf nips at your throat.

While sex with your Werewolf was naturally mindblowing and out of this world, the connection you two manage to reach now is nothing like you’ve ever felt. The pleasure not only coming from your bodies but also from your hearts. Nothing else standing between you two, both of you free to be yourselves and basking in the freedom of it. The acceptance you’re both met with continues to intensify the actions between you.

Suddenly remembing his words you nip back, but being a vampire your fangs naturally happen to sink in even deeper. A load roar echos throughout the room. Your bond with him forming as you mark him brings an indescribable ecstasy. Shocked from the noise you lean back, your fangs leaving with it.

The feeling suddenly fades and Werewolf bf snaps his hips even harder into your weeping pussy as it contracts around his length, eagerly searching to get that sensation back. Your jaw drops, your mind momentarily losing itself as you think about how good he’s fucking you and how addictive the feel of his cock is. Shaking your head of all other thoughts you force yourself to focus on your bf.

“My love, W-what’s wrong?” you pant out, rolling your hips and trying to keep up with his furious speed. Your body practically moving on its own as it subconsciously searches for him.

Werewolf bf merely grunts, brows furrowing as he searches for an explanation. The only conclusion he can come to is that you’re a vampire. Marking someone of his species must be different. Follow different rules and needed different steps.

But in the meantime… until those rules were followed and those steps were taken… you could mark him as many times as you wanted. It would fade as soon as your fangs left him and he’d get to feel that ecstasy once more.

Overcome with a newfound urgency, Werewolf bfs pace gets impossibly faster, making a complete mess out of you as your pussy gushes with arousal. His stamina only achievable due to his werewolf genes. Your bf shakes his head, huffing loudly as he moves.

“Nothing. Nothing. ‘So good, baby. So good. Don’t stop. Fuck, don’t you dare stop,” Werewolf bf snaps in desperation, tiny whimpers and whines leaving him.

Your hips arch as a gasp rips from your throat. Eyes widening you can see just how deeply you’re affecting him. Satisfaction swirls through your gut. Time and time again your Werewolf bf has managed to reduce you to nothing but weak noises one-word responses. Now the tables are turning and he’s finally getting a taste of his own medicine.

Truly wanting to make him pay, you clench your tight cunt down on his cock and watch as he howls, his eyes growing hazy. You lean up and lap at the drops of blood trickling down his neck. Werewolf bf begins to pant, his cock driving into you as a force of which only two supernaturals could ever withstand. Your bf’s hair stands on end and your body buzzes at the nerves he ignites within you.

“What? Want my fangs in your pretty little neck? Would you like my mark?” You whisper slowly in his ear, fang grazing the lobe.

Werewolf bf’s hips jolt forward, slamming into your cervix and you cry out, the pain mixing with the pleasure in an addictive fashion. You both hold onto each other, squeezing tightly. Using each other to ground yourselves against the friction of your bodies. Neither of you caring to be gentle any longer knowing you can take it as if you were made for each other.

And history called you enemies? When there has never been a match more perfect.

“Yes. F-fuck, please! Mark me. Over and over again until I pass out!” Your boyfriend growls out, his words barely audible through the rumbling animal noises leaving him.

Your eyes widen, having never heard your bf beg before. You start meeting his rabid thrusts with even more vigor and you come to the conclusion that you quite like it. Making your boyfriend a slobbering mess of a pup. With that realization you don’t waste another second before sinking your fangs back inside your Werewolf bf.

He howls his delight, a mix of growls and purrs leaving him as he feels the mating bond form between you. His cock twitches inside of you and he continues the relentless pounding of his hips. The combined sensations clashing together in a way that has him feeling like he can’t even breathe.

But then you remove your fangs and your bf exhales heavily. His mind growing more foggy, eyes growing more glassy, but his pace remaining just as brutal as ever. Never stopping in his pursuit to chase the pleasure he’s certain only you can give him.

Over and over the cycle continues. Sinking your fangs into your bf’s neck, letting the bond form, and then promptly removing them. You feeling the repetitive motion of the bond forming only to have it ripped away just at the precipice. Seeing the way it impacts your boyfriend adds to your already immense pleasure even if you can’t feel it the same way he does.

When you feel your Werewolf bf drooling onto your shoulder you know you have him right where you want him. Throwing your head back with a moan as your bf grinds his cock against the happy spot along your walls, you can see just how deep he is.

“Wanna cum, baby?” She ask through heavy breaths.

Your bf immediately whines, head nodding eagerly. You hadn’t been known he was waiting for your order but you can feel his knot swelling and pushing against your opening. All this too brings a deep satisfaction through your stomach and straight to your tingling messy core.

“Go then. Cum inside me and make me yours. It’s your turn to claim me.”

With those words it’s like your Werewolf bf returns to himself in a snap. With a ferocious roar he’s pulling his hips back and slamming his entire length inside of you. Forcing his knot into your puffy and sopping pussy. Your screams join his own as you two erupt together, your orgasms clashing into each other as you two cum at the same time. The world flashes white as you feel his hot semen splash along your walls, the waves of pleasure more than you can handle.

You both continue your steady rocking, riding out the waves of your ecstasy and prolonging it for as long as possible. His knot and your squeezing pussy keeping you both tightly together. Werewolf bf purrs lowly and nuzzles into your neck, touching as much of you as possible. You reciprocate without even realizing it. The closeness helping you both calm down from what you two experienced together.

The smooth glide of Werewolf bf’s wet nose rubbing along your nose has you humming in content. Adding to the feeling that you’re on cloud nine. A moment later your bf leans back and his content gaze mirrors your own as you look deep into each other’s eyes.

“The mark didn’t stick, did it?” He croaks out the question, his voice holding a tinge of sadness.

You angle your head and look down at his already healed neck. Not even a scar mark left behind. An ache settles in your chest as a sadness overcomes you as well. All it takes is the slow shake of your head to give him a proper answer and your bf lets out a long wolfy whine. He leans back down and nuzzles into your pulse point again.

“I’m going to mark you properly and I’m going to do it soon. Sooner now that I know you’re not human, my sneaky little mate,” your bf rumbles out. He can feel the heat of your blush as it runs up your neck and to your cheeks.

“Now I’ll be able to mark you back…” you whisper in his ear, trying to shake off your embarrassment for having foolishly been nervous to tell your bf the truth about your nature.

Werewolf boyfriend playfully snarls and snaps his jaw near your neck, earning an exaggerated gasp from you. But as your bf’s cock twitches inside your sore cunt, already prepared for another round, you’re not sure how playful that nip was.

You bare your neck to him and your bf instantly grows harder at your submission. Looking into his eyes you issue the challenge and he has no issues meeting it. More than ready to be the one to bite you this time.

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the-hidden-pages · 2 years ago

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Kinktober Day 1 - 'Love' Bites | Overstimulation - Astarion x Fem!Reader

Love bites | Overstimulation | Impact play

Coming out the gates strong with 3500+ words for this man. It has not been edited, I have work in the morning, I'm going to bed.

Summary: With the promise of taking you to a quiet little piece of nowhere to forget all the madness of the adventure, Astarion pulls out all the stops to ensure you forget everything, except the pleasure he gives you.

Warnings: NSFW, Blood, Vampire Kink, Overstimulation, Crying, Light Choking, Dirty Talk

You and Astarion had always had an arrangement.

To say you bonded quickly with your party would be an understatement - having the tadpole within your mind and surviving the same crash tends to form that immediate trauma bond. But you and the vampire had formed a deeper understanding of each other much sooner than the others.

That night, so early on in your adventure, when you awoke to the man perched over you, fangs bared and your throat exposed for the taking, things simply couldn’t go back to the status quo.

It fogged your mind the entirety of the next day, the proximity, the adrenaline, the pure, undiluted hunger.

You’ve allowed him to feed from you every night since.

You played it off as trust, at first. Trust in him, a want to have him fully strengthened for battle. Nothing but business.

But it didn’t take long for him to understand your underlying motivation, the reason you allowed yourself to feel drained, exhausted, and weak for each battle moving forward, perpetually distracted by the memory of his lips and teeth at your neck. The memory welcomed the fantasies with open arms, fantasies of his hands wandering as he drank, kissing your lips with your own blood on his own, his fangs sinking into your thighs, before wandering higher…

Still, you were never going to force it.

So, you allowed him to continue to drink, both aware of the growing tension, both refusing to move further.

Until that changed.

When Astarion came to you, offering for you both to find a “little piece of nowhere”, somewhere to “forget all this madness”, you sure as hell weren’t about to decline.

A chance to get him out of your head was exactly what you needed to think clearly.

Night had long since fallen, as you sat pretending to read one of many absurd tomes Gale had collected throughout the journey. A life of adventuring doesn’t make for the most consistent sleep schedule, and as such awaiting for the entire party to call it a night was practically torment as you tried to ignore the growing heat between your legs.

But no amount of pretending to study the Oral Histories of Faerun could distract you from wondering what pleasures tonight would bring.

When finally, finally, Karlach decided to call it a night, you waited a few moments more before creeping off to where Astarion had told you to meet him.

Any other night it may have been eerie, creeping through the woods unarmed as the moon rose high in the sky. But all you could feel was the anticipation growing, humming in every nerve of your body like someone had struck you with a Witch Bolt.

Your heart nearly stopped as movement caught your eye.

There, emerging from the trees, already shirtless, was the vampire.

You had seen him in various states of undress before - curing wounds of various weapons and spells will do that. But there was something different about it in this circumstance, seeing him perfectly unscathed, strong and confident from the weeks of draining your life from your veins, silver hair and pale skin hauntingly beautiful in the moonlight.

“There you are,” he spoke lowly, striding slowly towards you. “I’ve been waiting. Waiting since the moment I set eyes on you. Waiting to have you.”

While the words themselves made you blush, you couldn’t help comment.

“The moment you set eyes on me you had a knife to my throat.”

“Ah,” he sighed, walking slowly around you, bringing his fingers to lightly trail up your arm. “But if you remember, I did notice then and there what a darling neck you had, I just knew it would be heavenly.”

He closed the distance between you, and you could promptly feel his strong form cold against your back, a prominent bulge pressing into you, and his breath on your neck making you lightheaded.

His hand trailed down your neck to trace the marks he had been leaving nightly. “And I was right.”

Despite how little he had done, you had grown so wound up from the endless fantasies from his nights of feeding that you were already weak in the knees.

His left hand lightly began to caress your thigh, as his right takes to untying the strings of your loose shirt, his mouth never stopping.

“You’ve been so helpful these last few weeks darling, allowing me for the first time to indulge in the blood of a human, giving me strength at your expense. You’ve been so good for me too, holding back all those little sounds you’ve been wanting to make, pretending like you don’t get wet just at the thought of me drinking from you, like you don’t get soaked from the moment my lips touch your neck. Hmm?”

Your breathing was already heavy, your thighs already squeezing together in some attempt for stimulation - it was already too much. All you could do was nod, a breathy “yes” escaping you as your shirt is undone, falling to the forest floor.

His hands begin to explore, lightly tracing up your arms, down your stomach, across your collarbone. “And you’ve been working so hard, haven’t you my love? To keep us alive, to keep us all going. You’ve been so helpful to all of us, to me, I think it’s time I take some weight off of those pretty little shoulders.”

Suddenly, forcefully, he spins you around, steadying you by grabbing your hips. You look into the red eyes that gaze at you intently, with an emotion that is so close to something like love, devotion, but feeling just slightly too forced, slightly too uncanny.

That gaze is a problem for another day, you determine, as he sinks to his knees and gazes up at you, untying your trousers.

After all, the love may not be real, but the lust in his eyes sure as hell is.

He makes slow work of the fabric, speaking up at you the entire time.

“Dearest, I intend to do exactly as I promised. I want to repay you for the kindness you’ve given me, the trust you’ve placed in me. Allow me to please you, to make you forget about everything, if only for a night. Will you allow me this?”

You nodded, mutely, as you stepped out of your pants.

He gazed up at you again, eyes drinking you in, darkening as they travel up your body, stopping at between your legs, your chest, your neck.

When his eyes met yours again, he stood up quickly, cupping your cheek and pulling you into a deep kiss.

You had thought about this moment too often.

What he would taste like, how his fangs would feel against your tongue, how his lips would feel against yours. He pulled you into him desperately, and the sensation of your bare chest against his made your head spin, gasping into the kiss as he took full control, kissing you with such a passion that you might have thought there was more to it than a simple need for release, repayment.

He pulled away all too soon, thumb caressing your lower lip as he gazed at you in that absurdly sultry way of his.

“Before I take your breath away,” he breathed out, pausing to kiss your cheek. “I need to know what you want from me darling.” Another pause, a kiss to the jaw now. “Tell me how to please you.” A kiss behind the ear. “Tell me how to make you scream.”

You were barely keeping it together, eyes already fluttering closed.

A sharp bite to the neck, not enough to bleed, but enough to make you gasp, brought you out of it. His red eyes gazed at you intently, awaiting your response.

“I want you to take control,” you speak, feeling as though you’re giving a confession. “I don’t want to think. I want you to drain me of my blood, of my thoughts. Make me cum, make me scream, make me feel so good it hurts, until I’m begging you to stop, Astarion.”

“Oh, darling,” he nearly growled, his hand caressing your cheek. “I'll do just that.”

He spun you again, once again catching you off guard. Within moments, you feel him press up against you again, this time the hardness of his cock being released from his pants, discarded far into the forest you assumed.

“You mustn’t keep a sound from me, by the way,” he spoke lightly. “I’ll know if you do.”

You aren’t allowed much time to consider that as you feel his lips on your neck, pecking and lightly biting and sucking. His hands trail upwards to cup your breasts, slowly, softly, deeply massaging, as though he’s trying to feel every inch of your skin. His fingers lightly pinch and tug against your peaks, and he leaves soft bites on your neck, never enough to break the skin.

It had only been moments, but you’re whining, and you can feel your wetness dripping down your thigh.

“Astarion, please,” you breathe, hand coming up to lace in his hair in an attempt to force him deeper into your neck.

He just laughed. “Darling I’ve barely touched you and you’re begging. Allow me to take my time with you.”

His left hand stays at your breast as his right once again wanders downward, slowly reaching your inner thigh.

“I can smell it, you know,” he muttered lowly in your ear, and you almost squeak, flushed with embarrassment. “Every time you’re so wet you can barely think, stuck in your little fantasies as I drink from you. You do so well, hiding your wants from me, but I’ve always known, and I’ve always wanted to push it further, to let my hand wander between your pretty little legs and feel just how wet for me you are…”

As he takes a pause, his fingers reach your folds, lightly caressing up and down, circling your clit, and you both sigh.

“Astarion…”

“Hells, you want me so badly don’t you?”

“Please.”

“Oh, I’m not here to deny you, angel. I’ll give you everything you want…”

Without warning, two of his slender, delightfully long digits enter you, and you release a moan louder than you expected.

“Very good,” he praised, fingers thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace, as he resumed his work on your neck. He continued to suck and bite, no doubt leaving a myriad of bruises and marks that you would have to explain away tomorrow.

He growls again, biting a little harder, though still not hard enough to draw any blood, you notice. His fingers within you speed up, spreading in a way that has you choking out another moan.

“I can hear you thinking, darling. That’s not what we want now, is it?”

“No - fuck, there,” you moan deeper, head tilting back as his fingers reach a place in you that is forever out of your reach.

“Oh, good girl,” he purrs, focusing on that one spot. “Good girl, telling me what you want. Focus on your body, darling, not your thoughts. Feel me against you, feel me in you, feel how badly you need that release.”

“Astarion please.”

“Please what, darling?”

“Bite me harder.”

“Oh, not yet my sweet. We have all night for that, and I would quite like to sample the nectar between your thighs before tasting your heavenly blood. But I’ve left such a wonderful piece of work on your neck, now everyone at the camp will know now more than ever that you’re mine.”

“Fuck,” you gasp out, feeling the waves of heat overcome you and your thighs begin to collapse, your release hitting hard and fast at his use of possessive language.

“Very good, darling,” he praised, holding you up as your vision spun. His fingers didn’t cease as you came, immediately riling you back up, moans spilling out of you louder than before. You hadn’t noticed when he had added a third finger, but you felt the stretch as he pushed in, the emptiness when he pulled out.

You needed more, and he was clearly eager to give it to you.

“Lie down, my darling,” he whispered in your ear. “Allow me to worship you further.”

You did so without hesitation, resting back on a relatively flat portion of the forest floor, spreading your legs as Astarion knelt down, bringing your legs up on to his shoulders and staring down hungrily at you.

Despite the ferocity in his eyes, he took his time, kissing from your ankle to your thigh on your left leg, and then your right. The moment you felt your frustration grow to a peak, he bit down, once again leaving marks but never breaking the skin, marking the soft flesh of your thigh.

He teased you for a few moments before the impatience struck him as well, and leaned forward further, licking a long stripe up your folds.

“Oh darling, and I thought your blood was heavenly,” he breathed, and before you could respond, he went to work.

Immediately your hands were in his hair, pulling and pushing in some attempt to regain any sort of sanity in this moment. His tongue worked wonders, knowing exactly how to work inside you before retreating, teasing at your clit, before the vicious cycle repeated. His hands clenched your thighs as though they were a life line, and the moans that left him traveled into the depths of your core.

It didn’t take long, you were already falling over the edge again, now shouting as the pleasure grew blinding.

“I could stay here forever,” you could barely hear him lament, mind fogged. You blinked blearily as you focused on his face that was now above yours, glistening with your release as he grinned ferally, hand briefly coming up to clench at your throat. “But I have more planned for you.”

Despite your exhaustion, you feel the warmth in your core grow, another release of slick as his cock presses up against your folds.

“May I, pet?”

All you can do is moan pathetically, something between “yes” and “please” falling out of you as you weakly nod.

“Darling, you’re a vision,” once again, he strokes your cheek, uncharacteristically loving for the cold vampire. “Completely fucked out, and we haven’t even arrived at the main course.”

With that, you feel him enter you, no resistance give how worked up you are.

You take a moment, joined, as he breathes heavily into your neck and you let out quiet moans, words completely failing you.

“Divine,” he breathes, returning to kiss your neck, the sensitivity of it making you clench around him immediately. “Oh, so divine, darling I could have you for eternity, such a better use of our time than fighting all of these tiresome battles.”

He began to pump in and out of you slowly, your mind spinning from the weight of him on top of you, the sensation of being fucked so deeply, overwhelmed by the afterglow of all that had happened.

And still his words didn’t cease.

“I could keep you forever, a precious little pet, tied to the bed to fuck whenever I wanted. Or perhaps the other way around, I would wait an eternity just for another chance to taste you, to please you. Whatever fantasy you wish darling, we can fulfill it tonight, I swear to you - fuck.”

He picks up the pace as you clench around him yet again, your release not even having a build up, but instead crashing against you like a tsunami. You feel the wetness seep down your thighs, coating where the pair of you connect.

“Ast-ar…” you can barely breathe, and he laughs almost maniacally.

“Very good, darling, just like that. Give in to me. You don’t need a single thought in that head now, focus only on me and let go. You can cum again, you can, for me.”

“Can’t - I can’t…”

“Oh, you can and you will, if you want me to drink from you tonight,” he muttered darkly, and you feel tears prick in the corner of your eyes.

“Astarion.”

“You have to cum again, to get what you want. Just one more time, my darling. One more and you’ll please me so well. You want to be good for me, don’t you?”

You muster up the last of the strength you have, words falling from you without control.

“Yes, fuck, yes please, Astarion, please I want to come, I want you to bite me, I need to be yours, I need you ~”

It was almost as though your last orgasm hadn’t ended, with how quickly this one had began. An endless torrent that had the tears breaking, pouring down your face and into the dirt. You nearly choked out a scream, clenching around him so tightly that you feel Astarion tense, cursing wildly as you feel a warmth flood you.

You take a moment, trying with all your might to remember how to breathe, mouth gaping, expecting Astarion to move from you any moment.

Instead you shriek as he thrusts again, hand once again curled around your neck, stopping any chance you had at catching your breath.

“We aren’t done,” he growled, your own slick and his cum leaking out of you as he continued to fuck you, harder now, less restrained that before, nothing but pathetic whimpers leaving you. “We are so far from done, my love. You’re mine, you’re mine.”

Finally, what you had been begging for all night came to pass, and his fangs sunk deep into that claimed spot of your neck. You felt the familiar warmth and euphoria as your blood drained into his hungry mouth, his moans reaching a crescendo and hips moving at an inhumane pace.

And he was right.

You were his, blood and body and mind, it was all his. He had consumed every inch of you.

It was incredible, it was numbing, all you could think about was Astarion. Every molecule of you was on fire, and screamed to be connected to him, to never leave this moment, to stay in an eternity of this torment, but after four orgasms and on the verge of a fifth, with the ecstasy of his fangs in your neck, you simply couldn’t continue.

“Too much,” you manage to croak out, tears streaming down your cheeks and your entire body screaming. Your hands grip the vampire's arms tightly when he doesn’t immediately stop, nails biting into his skin. “Too much, stop!”

Immediately the fangs retract and he’s gently pulling out of you, red eyes wide with a hint of a rare expression on his face.

Fear.

“Darling I’m so sorry, did I take too much? I felt you going limp but, hells you’re so delicious I must have been lost in it-”

You shook your head quickly, placing a hand on his chest as you tried to collect your thoughts, tears still streaming.

“No, no, no,” you breathe out, still gasping. “Not the blood, you’re alright. It was too much, I really can’t cum again, it's too much. Too much good, I promise.”

The fear melted away to a more familiar expression, a smug smirk.

“Oh darling,” he purred, hand trailing up and down your inner thigh in a soothing but teasing manner. “I don’t know about that, you can still manage full sentences. Clearly too much brain power left…and I could go all night.”

“Astarion.”

A rare, genuine chuckle left the man as he began softly stroking your arm and playing with your hair, easing you down from your intense high.

When your breathing leveled out, he began to stand up, and you nearly whined.

Sensing your distress, he waved lightly. “I’ll be but a moment.”

He sauntered away, and you laid back, taking the moment to look up at the stars, basking in the glow of the orgasms and the moon.

He really had done his job, you had to admit to yourself. You were struggling to form a coherent thought.

When he returned, he had clothed himself, and had a small cloth in his hand. Striding over to you he gently knelt down yet again, running it over the blood stains on your neck, the mess between your thighs.

You stared at him, and he caught your look of surprise.

“What?” he asked, an affronted tone. “I know how to treat my lovers, darling.”

“Hmm,” you chuckle, closing your eyes. “Just a softie, I knew it.”

“Hardly,” he huffed, chucking the cloth off to who knows where and pulling you up against his chest.

He began to play with your fingers, lightly tracing the veins in your hands and up your arms. The pair of you sat in silence for what felt like an eternity, no words passing between you, but a silent understanding growing.

“We ought to go back to the camp,” Astarion eventually broke the peace, smirking at your disappointed expression. His arms encircled you once again, and you tried not to dwell on how good it felt. “Despite your rather loud vocals, I believe the others didn’t hear us, and unless you’d like to explain to them why you aren’t walking properly tomorrow…”

You snort, pushing him off of you. “Goodnight, Astarion.”

“Goodnight, my darling.”

One thing was certain, you noted as you returned to your bedroll, the sun beginning to peak over the horizon.

You’ll need extra healing from Shadowheart in the morning.

Thank you to @flightlessangelwings for their Kinktober list this year!

#fawktober2023 #kinktober2023 #x reader smut #x reader #astarion #astarion smut #astarion x reader #astarion x tav

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thelikesoffinn · 2 years ago

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„Astarion ending as the Vampire Ascendant is the correct ending for him, because it is what he wants.”

That is a claim I’ve been seeing pop up more and more often these days. And I think it’s both a very bold and a very odd claim to make.

But first things first: Hello, I’m a licensed social worker! So far, I’ve worked with children, refugees and youths with behavioural issues stemming from bullying and or abuse.

Please be aware that I will be mentioning different kinds of abuse, coping mechanisms, and victim/abuser relationships. If any of this is difficult for you, don’t force yourself through it. My jabbering about a traumatised vampire is not worth your wellbeing, not ever.

I will, however try to stick to Astarion and not use other examples. If, in any case, I do use a non-Astarion example, I’ll add a warning beforehand so that you can skip the part. And I’ll make it clear what will be discussed in the next bit, so that you have a chance to skip it entirely.

This is an effort to make this as accessible as possible for everyone that wants to indulge on a mad woman’s rambling – and I know there’s a few people that like this sort of stuff!

And, uh, there's obviously spoilers for all three acts. Serious spoilers, even.

Before I can get into the whole ‘why Astarion didn’t really want to ascend,’ we need to understand him a little more. And to understand this pretty boy’s brain, we first need to understand the gist of what we’re talking about when we throw around the word ‘abuse.’

“Abuse” is when someone is treated with cruelty, violence, or neglect – often to bad effect – on a regular basis. Repetitively. Check’s out for Astarion, I’d say, but we all knew that already. I mean, if one thing was obvious, it was this.

1. Astarions Abuse

Next we need to look at what kind of abuse Astarion faced over his long years of torment, seeing as different types of abuse will have different effects on the victim.

Not that that is anything we have to worry about with him – Astarion won the abuse lottery, to put it bluntly. In a horrible game of fate, he got everything. He himself indirectly mentions all the types of abuse he faced, albeit never using the correct terms.

The first we properly notice – fitting, seeing as it is often the most obvious form of abuse – is the physical abuse. Astarions scars are probably the biggest tell Larian could shove down our throats, only underlined by Astarion’s tale about the night itself. About how Cazador ‘misspelled something’ every time he flinched or screamed and had to do ‘many corrections. On top of this, Cazador locked Astarion up for months on end and tortured him – or had him tortured – on a regular basis both as a rite and as a punishment.

Next up, we have the fact that Astarion was forced to basically prostitute himself repeatedly. This is what we call sexual exploitation.

“I spent two hundred years using my body to lure pretty things back for my Master.” – Act 2

Two hundred years is a long time, filled with great many people. Now, we don’t know how many of those people actually tapped into the sexual exploitation and how many he could just lure back with other means, but the fact that it happened a lot is undeniable.

Next we have a form of abuse that we often disregard in adults: Neglect. It sounds odd, I know, saying that a fully grown adult was neglected. They can care for themselves, can they not?

Well. Yes and no.

Adult neglect is proceeded by the condition that one adult has to lean on another adult to fulfil their needs for whatever reason. This could be anything, from disability to income-based issues.

Seeing as Astarion had absolutely nothing, while Cazador had everything, we can assume this was the case. Cazador had the house, the money, the power. Astarion owns but one pair of clothes, assumedly, that he has fixes over and over again. Fair to say, that’s pretty neglectful. (And it’s one more reason to shower the guy in pretty armour and camp clothes. Go ham, people.)

Last we have the form of abuse we actually get to witness later in the game – emotional abuse.

Once again, it’s undeniable that this happened. Especially since we’re all seeing it in the flesh upon meeting Cazador in his crypt.

“Have you no respect for yourself?”

“I strove for perfection in all things. Even those as imperfect as you.”

“A pity you amounted to so little, despite my efforts.”

“A pathetic little boy who never amounted to anything.”

All Act 3, Crypt

Here we have just a few examples of things Cazador throws in his face. It’s like reading a textbook on emotional abuse, this one (and it’s definitely a reason to throw hands).

Blaming the victim, keeping their sense of self and their self-worth as tiny as possible to make them cower and flee. A true classic.

This pretty much shows that Astarion suffered all forms of abuse we commonly see and it is implied – once again by Astarion himself – that at least a few of those instances were ritualistic.

Now, what does that mean exactly? Well, I fear I need to use a real example here, so please skip the next paragraph.

Ritualistic doesn’t refer to a proper ritual – it can, but that’s mostly a thing for those in a cult. So, we’re not necessarily talking about a ‘Vampire Ascendent Ritual’. A husband, beating his wife every evening after his third bottle of beer is also called ritual abuse. It happens regularly. It is part of a routine. Both parties know what will happen.

I can’t find the exact quote, so I’m working of my memory here, but at one point he said that when Cazador invited him to eat and he said yes, he would be served a putrid rat. If he said no, he’d be beaten.

The way it was phrased made it clear that it happened more than once and that Astarion clearly knew what would happen. So, this can be classified as ritualistic abuse.

2. A Note on Conditioning and Compliance

By default, abuse victims are conditioned to behave a certain way or in a certain fashion. This is a natural response to avoid further abuse.

In Astarion, the thing we see most often is his inherent need to please. Not literally, he doesn’t mind being an arsehole. But he initially feels the need to follow Tav’s orders, even if they go against his own wishes.

This can be clearly seen in the conversation with Araj Oblodra. Astarion very clearly doesn’t want to bite her. He doesn’t. But he will do so, if Tav tells him to. This behaviour is not conscious – he doesn’t know why he does it, he just does – and it is to be expected. This is how he kept himself save for two centuries, so of course he will fall back into his usual pattern when the pressure is high.

This goes hand in hand with the fact that most abuse victims don’t fight. Maybe initially, but not after long term abuse. Especially not after two fucking centuries.

This is true in Astarion – offered by his ‘siblings’ during act 3 and unhappily acquiesced by the man himself. Astarion stopped fighting and, once again implied, cowered, and did as he was told in order to survive.

3. The Astarion we know and love

Obviously, all that abuse does have an impact on our vampire boyfriend. He shows various common signs of abuse and just like with the forms of abuse, Astarion raked every coping mechanism he could find. (Not really, but it feels like it.) It’s also important to note that nearly all of the following things happen inwardly. Astarion is not one of the victims, that tries to rationalise and minimise the actions of his abuser. Quite the opposite, actually.

I’ll note from the beginning, that rationalisation will not be covered in this bit, as most examples will be important later on. But he definitely does it.

One of his biggest skills is to hide every ounce of fear or hurt behind sarcasm and snarky theatrics. He doesn’t seem to hide his anger much, though, so that’s something! Our boy is cool with anger, not so much with being afraid.

“Ahahaha, now that you mention it….I might have done…that.” – Act 3, regarding the Gur children

“The thing that will decide my fate forever more? Yeees, it’s been on my miiiind. Why?” – Act 2, regarding the Ritual

And there’s many more instances that prove this. Honestly, half his dialogue is sarcasm, so it would really be too long to get into and we all know what I mean, right? We have alltalked to the guy before. It’s obvious that he’s sarcastic to a fault.

This goes hand in hand with his penchant for defensiveness. I would personally state that he’s simply not really good with guilt. When talking about fear, he usually just opts for sarcasm or avoids the topic completely, but guilt especially has his defences going up. This is also when he’s most likely to shove all the blame off to Cazador.

“Don’t look at me like that. Cazadors orders.” – Act 3, Crypt

“I just did what I had to!” – Act 3, Crypt

And don’t get me wrong, he does that anyway. And with good reason. Astarion didn’t have a choice for the most part, but he’s still easy to shove things off.

This kind of connects to his penchant for denial.

Astarion doesn’t really like to talk about most things. He firmly believes he is an ‘action’ sort of person that just does instead of plans, which invertedly just means he’s great at pushing the thinking stuff away. He also likes to get rid of stuff, so that he doesn’t need to face it ever again.

“I never want to see these little scraps of misery again. The world doesn’t need to know my shame.” – Act 3, about the children

And yes, this partly rings true. He’s probably ashamed and doesn’t want anyone to know what he’s done. But it’s also very clear that he himself simply doesn’t want to face his own actions, something that is just underlined by his extreme willingness to red rid of the other spawn.

As mentioned by Astarion himself, he’s big on manipulation. I mean, I don’t think there is much explaining necessary. The guy is willing to do a whole lot in order to get what he desires – which mostly revolves around safety and survival, to be honest – and he’s not really shy about it either. And that’s despite the fact that he doesn’t really like intimacy – especially in form of sex.

It’s not a secret that Astarion is not big on sex and anything surrounding it. This goes far enough for people to consider him either ace or ace coded.

A claim that, personally, I’m not super in line with.

Now, it’s not entirely wrong and if this is your head cannon I’m surely not going to stand in your way – but on a larger spectrum, I think he’s more traumatised than ace. And while those go hand in hand sometimes, it’s a bit difficult for the ace community if you attach traumatised characters to them because it can fuel a whole lot of stigma that is honestly neither needed nor wanted. But I digress!

If it comes to his own behaviour, he’s great at minimising his mistakes. Honestly, he’s a master of minimisation. A very obvious and famous example would be:

“’Killed’ feels like a…strong word. Not many corpses have your vigour.” – Act 1, after killing Tav

Astarion. You literally sucked poor Tav dry and left them flopping around, cold, and dead. Killed is exactly the right word and we all know it.

“Quite the deviation from my usual routine. Capture, not lure. I didn’t bring them in with sweet rolls or anything.” – Act 3, Gur Children

This is another attempt at minimising what he did, if a bit less obvious because at this point there isn’t much he can say. But at least he didn’t sexualise the gur children, right? They’re still spawn but whoo, at least that didn’t happen.

The next point would be dissociation, which is extremely common in abuse victims – of all forms of abuse.

Astarion himself mentioned certain moments that could be classified as dissociation over course of the story, which is probably the coping mechanism I personally expected the most.

The pale elf has a penchant for violence, but he’s not entirely shameless or abhorrently vile, which gets clearer the more the story progresses. So, two hundred years of forced prostitution, torture and doing whatever other horrible things? Yeah, I’d be more surprised if he didn’t dissociate.

Examples of that would be:

“A moment of disgust to push myself through and then I could’ve carried on, just like before.” – Act 2, after Araj

“I felt nothing the moment I handed them over.” – Act 3, Gur Children

“Did you enjoy it? It felt like you weren’t fully there.” – Act 1, Tav after Sex

The latter is generally more of an assumption than actual prove, but with context it does make sense.

The last common sign of abuse we find in our boyfriend would be his low self-worth. It’s a consistent trait that stays over the course of all three acts, noticeable in many different conversations.

We can see it in his reaction to wanting to break up before finishing his story. We can see it in his genuine surprise when Tav picks him over any of the other characters. We see it in his insecurity whenever Tav asks to sleep with another character. He’s fine with it, but he still worries their decision to sleep with someone else is based on something he did.

It eases up ever so slightly after Cazador is dead, but even then he’s still struggling which is once again perfectly illustrated if you try to break up with him.

“Oh shit. I- Did I do something wrong?”

That is the first thing he asks and I think it speaks for itself. He genuinely doesn’t believe he has much to offer and for Astarion, it’s likely that Astarion will always be the problem.

4. "Oh, I tried them all none of them answered.”

Another big thing that’s important to note, is that Astarion was never saved. No one came to save him from Cazador. There was no darling boy on a white steed riding into that castle to rescue him and princess carry him away. Not even the gods answered his desperate calls.

So, he never received any kindness or luck. To him, the world seems as cruel and horrid as before because he didn’t have the chance to experience goodness in two centuries.

But worse than that, he didn’t even get to save himself. Astarion didn’t stand up to Cazador, he didn’t run out of his own might.

He was beaten to near death and ‘saved’ by Cazador, who would become his abuser.

He tried to save someone and, in turn, was locked up and starved for an entire year.

He was abducted by mind flayers, i.e., saved from Cazador, only to end up tadpoled and on the cusp of getting a fancy, squiddy beard.

Anything that’s good, any kindness, any selfless action…it all came with a ginormous price tag.

5. Over the Course of the Story

Astarions behaviour changes a whole lot over the course of three acts – which is important once we talk about his quests climax – so let’s review what we’re working with!

Act 1 Astarion is guarded as fuck. The man has walls around him that are so high, even the gods can touch them.

A lot of his behaviour in act 1 revolves around staying save and staying liked. He lies, manipulates, and flutters his lashes in order to get what he wants and needs. Instead of asking, like Wyll, Karlach and Gale do, Astarion uses all he has to offer to get by. He is still very much in survival mode and tries to weasel his way through an unfamiliar situation with familiar methods.

On top of that, and most notably, he’s absolutely not fond of kindness or selflessness.

#I saved a child and now my boyfriend is mad

Here, we are most likely to gain disapproval for doing the decent thing – unless you sent him outside for a minute whenever you’re being a good person.

And I’d assume that this is because of two things.

First: The very traditional ‘Why not me?’

As I mentioned before, Astarion wasn’t saved. He hasn’t experienced kindness in a very long time so seeing that the world is literally filled with kind people is hurtful. Why didn’t anyone save him? Why was he left to his own devices for so long? Why should he care about others when it’s so clear that no one ever cared about him? No, dead to all of them. If he didn’t get it, neither will they.

“And what am I owed? What about the injustices I suffered? Am I not entitled to anything?” – Act 3, Crypt

“I was in the prime of my life when I was turned. Everything was taken from me too.” – Act 3, Crypt

And secondly is the fact that, as I mentioned, goodness always has a price. And it’s one most people won’t be willing to pay. That’s how his life has been, so why would theirs be different?

This is precisely why Astarion may disapprove of kind actions, but he mostly neither approves nor disapproves if Tav asks for payment. That’s just how the world works.

Once you venture out into act 2, after getting to know him a whole lot more, he starts to mellow a bit – if only towards Tav.

“He’s afraid, so afraid, of everyone but you, who she should fear the most.” – Sceleritas about Astarion

His approval is a lot easier to gain – or at least keep! – and he tends to approve of some more proper actions. He doesn’t throw a fit if you promise to find Mol, he approves of Tav being kind to His Majesty, of saving Aylin and he even approves of Durge apologising to Isobel after threatening to rip her to pieces.

He's slowly starting to open up, allowing Tav to see some parts of him he previously kept hidden. He accepts their offer to help, if hesitantly and, by god, the man starts experimenting with boundaries.

The social worker in me is shedding tears at this. It’s my favourite thing to see in my clients and it’s no different here. Yay to saying no!

Of course, it’s still a bit hit or miss. If Tav urges him to bite Araj, for example, he will only to later notice that he didn’t fucking have to. He recognises this on his own and he calls Tav out on it. Just like he calls them out on not helping him with his Orthon quest.

Good job, chap. Good fucking job.

And the growth-train won’t stop going even as we reach act 3.

In act 3, there’s not many things he disapproves as of right now – those he does, mostly have to do with how Tav treats him and not with anyone else. In fact, he’s more likely to approve good behaviour now, like giving Yenna food or money.

And yes, we need to consider that this could simply be because he gets used to Tav’s behaviour and just learns to roll with it. But it’s also highly likely that he notices that there’s truly good people around. At least one person. And that person is not only good, no, they’re in the process of helping him break free once and for all.

They’re helping him save himself.

By act 3, he has learned that he can absolutely say his piece where Tav is concerned and he’s more likely to disagree with them on certain things. It’s seen during a lot of small dialogue that he’s no longer terribly afraid to be honest with them, willing to listen and talk and he’ll ask for help if he needs it.

“I can do this. But I need your help.” – Act 3, Crypt

Something that can be viewed both positively and negatively is that he’s definitely loyal to a fault. He will stick by Tav’s side, no matter what.

“I really hoped we could avoid being pawns for a dark god, but here we are, I suppose. I’m with you, my dear, wherever this might lead.” – Act 3, After Jaheira confronts durge

As I said, this can be both positive and negative. On one count, it’s a recipe for disaster, seeing as he could be waltzing into a really bad situation for Tav alone.

But on the other side…this is a man who only cared about himself because that is the only person he could afford to care about. He needed to survive. He now has enough room to breathe and the capacity to care for someone else and I’d be inclined to count that as a good thing.

6. The Crypt

All the progress he made in act 2 and 3 is nearly tossed into the wind as soon as the crew enters Cazadors castle.

It’s not an immediate thing, of course.

At first, Astarion tries to stay light and simple and he hides behind flippant tones and relaxed faces. The way he recounts this is almost comically disinterested and the façade is actually quite good.

It’s start’s cracking after we meet Godie, one of the people who tortured him on more than one account, but he mostly manages to remain as upbeat as one can honestly expect for the first half of the journey.

All that, however, is done for the very moment we meet Sebastian. His mask not only slips, no, it full on shatters and there’s none of his apparent lightness left.

Which, of course it does.

The man is suddenly faced with years and years and years of victims. Innocent, unlucky people he lured back to his master over two centuries. People he liked, people he pitied.

“It’s sickening, seeing them again.”

It’s basically a room filled with guilt, exclusively for Astarion. And, as we mentioned before…Astarion is not great with guilt.

The guilt, however, is not where it ends.

No, he’s also faced with reflections of his own past. The spawn pose as reminders of what he did, sure, but also as reminders of what he was.

Weak, desperate, hungry.

There’s an abundance of images of his worst moments, reflected back at him in the thousands. It’s probably like staring into a funhouse mirror, but instead of seeing yourself in a funky way he just sees everything he so desperately doesn’t want to be.

“It should be [who I am]! I don’t want to be like them. They’re pathetic, horrible…”

He’s forcefully made aware of how darn weak he can be, which claws at all the wounds he’s barely had time to close. Something, he of course won’t admit if asked.

“THEY DO NOT [remind me of myself]. That weakness in me is dead, IT’S DEAD. I have a higher purpose.”

The high pressure of the moment brings out all of his act 1 traits in but a few moments. You can pretty much watch how he starts to shut down mid conversation, one of his old walls snapping back into place to remove himself from the situation.

Thing is though, walls usually become a bit brittle after disuse. Especially when talking to a person you don’t usually want to wall out.

Or, in his case, when talking to Tav.

After meeting Sebastian, Astarion shows extreme reactions to Tav nudging any of his weak spots. His reaction varies on whatever choice you make, but it ranges from aggression to defensiveness, to denial and even to downright begging Tav.

“Don’t hate me. I just did what I had to. I swear I did what I had to.”

This probably the most shocking out of all of them, since that is not something we got to witness before. The begging is likely a mixture of intense fear of losing Tav, his low self-esteem and pre-Tav behaviour, since we can assume that Cazador made him beg more than once.

Another old coat he puts back on would also be the least surprising of them all.

Manipulation.

He falls right back into it, using Tav’s affection to get what he want if we trigger the right action.

“If they die and I ascend, I won't have to rely on the parasite to walk in the sun. I'll be free. Truly completely free. Isn't that what you want?”

This, to me, was probably the biggest tell that Astarion was back in survival mode. He’s panicking, for fucks sake, and who can blame the guy? He’s back. He’s about to face down his abuser.

Of course he’s fucking panicking.

Panic leads to an increased craving for safety and, in his case, power. This is why he clings to Tav, why he begs them to love him still. And this is why he jumps head first into the rationalisation pool.

“I will need to sacrifice them all if I want to perform the ritual. - [You can save them.] – What’s the point? They're as good as dead! I thought they were dead. If they are unleashed, they will cause incredible carnage. […] They must die. Better they serve a purpose.”

Another textbook example.

They must die anyway. They’re basically dead. No need to save them now. They’re dangerous, I’m doing the right thing by sacrificing them. I already thought they were dead, so it’s not changing anything for me. They’re a lost cause and I deserve all this power. I deserve it, because I suffered and nothing will change if they die.

So, seeing as we already spoke about his usual behaviour in act 3 – behaviour he showed after we allowed him to breathe and be himself for a while – I think we can fairly easily conclude he’s not thinking straight.

Astarion is right back in survival mode, where all that matters is he himself. If it weren’t for the seven thousand spawns, he might have moved through this more gracefully, but seeing those tipped the scales and Astarion is absolutely losing it.

Remember that for the last section, per favore.

7. The Ascension

“Astarion wants to ascend and Tav manipulates him into doing what they want.”

That is basically the essence of what people often claim and I can’t help but shake my head at such a blatant disregard of everything he has become. This is completely ignoring the change and growth he has gone through over the course of their journey.

Astarion wants to be free. He wants to be safe. That does not mean he wants to ascend.

And the claim that Tav manipulates him into doing anything is even more baffling. We are all aware that Tav is not manipulative by nature, yes? That is entirely on you. You decide who your Tav is.

And then let’s remember: Astarion is panicked. He’s afraid and he’s not thinking straight. His abuser is on his knees before him and he still feels so weak. And there’s seven thousand spawns that need handling.

Astarion is very much not okay right now.

In fact, reading his thoughts just proves this theory.

“You can see the fear in his eyes but also the hunger. The thick smell of blood in the air and the promise of power being so close is intoxicating to him. All he can see is the power of the ritual and the freedom that power brings. The freedom to do anything. To be anything.”

Tav, however, has none of those problems. They can actually see beyond the current situation and they are fully aware what the consequences are. Astarion is not. As we previously established, Astarion is a doer. Not a thinker. He didn’t think this through, not at all.

The only thing Tav is doing – the persuasion roll – is reminding him of the very real consequences he is facing. The consequences he hasn’t thought about before.

"I know you think this will set you free, but it won't. This power will trap you, just like it trapped Cazador."

And that is the kindest thing Tav could do in this situation. They’re not bodily dragging him away from Cazador. They’re not even telling him to not do it. They’re just offering him the truth. He can do with that information whatever he desires.

“Astarion cries when he doesn’t ascend, that just shows that it was the wrong choice.”

A hare-brained point that I thankfully have only seen once so far.

That crying? That is healthy crying.

That is him, crumbling under the stress that suddenly dissipates. That is him mourning two hundred years of torment. That’s him letting out feelings he hasn’t been able to for centuries.

And, for the love of god, try to put yourself in his shoes.

Two hundred years of torment, ended in but a moment.

Astarion was abused and tortured for so long, afraid for so long only to see his tormentor die just like that.

Cazador died within a moment and all Astarion needed was a darn blade. Of course he fucking cries.

Seeing how pathetic a being the very core of your life’s misery actually is hurts. It hurts like hell because not only are you finally free – free! – no, you’re faced with the fact that this pile of nothing, the thing that’s bleeding out right in front of you…this was what tortured for so long.

This thing hurt you so much. That guy took everything from you, everything you once were, and broke it again and again and again over years.

You were so scared of this thing.

And yet he has the gall and the gumption to die just like that.

It was so easy.

And yet you suffered for so long.

8. Evil Playthrough?

An evil playthrough is really a different setting altogether.

All of this, as you can probably tell, is really only applicable on a good playthrough. Realistically speaking. I’m not sure how the game mechanics handle it.

On an evil path, Astarion never really gets to experience kindness and goodness. Evil Tav will just prove him right in his believe that the world is a vile and cold place, meaning that he realistically would be more inclined to actually want to ascend.

9. Final Conclusion

I think all of this should be enough to make it clear that no, ascended Astarion is not the best ending for the guy. In fact, it is probably the worst. Because it’s just him, running away. He’s running into a lonely and cold state of being, where cruelty and power lord over everything else and he’s running because he’s terrified of being hurt again. He’s running despite desperately wanting to stop running.

“I'll spend the rest of my life running watching the shadows, never feeling safe…no, this has to happen. Here and now.”

And, the worst part is: Nothing about Astarion is left after he ascends. Even his tone of speaking gradually changes, his theatrics fading. He’s slowly losing himself, until there’s nothing but an evil caricature left.

So, in the end, ascension will have proven him right.

That version of him is dead.

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Dancing In The Dark

Pairings: Fem!Reader x Yeosang (established relationship), reader x Mingi, Seonghwa & San

Summary: You've had an open relationship with Yeosang for a while, and he lets you know that a couple of his clanmates have taken notice of you. Being the object of desire for multiple vampires goes about how you'd expect.

WC: 8,628

Genre: Vampire AU

Rating: Explicit

Originally Published: 220820 on ao3

Tags: Under the cut

Tags: vampire au, open relationships, consensual sex, dom/sub undertones, one night stands, multiple partners, safe sane and consensual, safewords, boundaries talk, oral sex, vaginal fingering, rough sex, vaginal sex, handcuffs, light bondage, nipple clamps, biting, vampire bites, disobeying orders, whipping, sex swing, edging, multiple orgasms, orgasm delay/denial, emotional response, squirting, marking, aftercare

“What do you think of Seonghwa and Mingi?” Yeosang asked softly, tracing his fingertips down your arm as you lay beside him in the dark. He pulled your naked form closer and kissed your forehead, and you shivered as his cool lips brushed your skin.

“Um… What about them?”

“I was just curious.”

“Uh-huh. I know that tone. What’s up?”

Now you were curious. You did tend to spend the majority of your free time around Yeosang and his clan, but you really hadn’t taken notice of any of the others as anything more than an acquaintance at best. That being said, Yeosang had always told you that he didn’t want to limit you in whatever relationships or dynamics you wanted to pursue, though you felt that was more likely applicable to other humans. There were certainly things that he as a vampire could not really give you, but at the moment you weren’t looking for anything more, from humans or vampires.

“They seem to have taken notice of you... If you know what I mean.”

“Is that bad?”

“I don’t know,” Yeosang admitted. “Seonghwa and Mingi can be somewhat rough. I’ve heard enough through the walls of the clan’s house to know. They mean well, of course. But…”

“Oh, so it’s like that,” you bit your lip as you felt your heart take off racing.

“It would appear so. They like you a lot. They think you’re attractive. Which… they’re right, you are. I know them well enough to know that they would never hurt you and they’d certainly never ever push you. But I have a feeling that sooner rather than later at least one of them is going to approach you with a proposition. I wanted you to know ahead of time so you wouldn’t be taken by surprise.”

Now that you thought about it, Seonghwa had been a bit more friendly than normal over the last few weeks. Mingi, however, was his normal, stoic self. You’d paid the added attention from Seonghwa no mind, but now in light of the new information you’d been given, it made so much more sense.

“Let’s go to sleep,” Yeosang told you gently, his fingers carding through your hair, soothing your sudden nervousness. You glanced over at the clock on the bedside table.

“Ugh, yeah, we should. I also probably need to stop staying up until 3am. Maybe."

“At least it’s the weekend. But I agree. It’s not good for you,” he said sternly.

“Yeah yeah, I know,” you yawned, snuggling down against his chest. He continued to pet your hair as you drifted into a dreamless sleep, secure in his arms.

You woke to find you were alone in bed, and your phone was buzzing next to you. It was Yeosang.

“Hullo?” You stifled a yawn as you answered. "I didn't do it."

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

“Oh crap, I forgot to set an alarm,” you groaned. “What time is it?”

“Almost noon. Don’t worry. I was starting to suspect, so I slipped out of my meeting to give you a wake up call.”

“Thanks,” you sighed. “Still want me to pick you up at 1:30?”

“Sure,” he said brightly. “I was thinking I’d take you to get something to eat before we go to the arcade?”

“Works for me. I’ll see you in a bit.”

It never failed to amuse you that Yeosang and his clan held normal, human-like sleep schedules. It worked for you, you supposed, since you didn’t have much desire to be nocturnal. But the fact that all of them usually slept at night was hysterical to you, and you didn't think it would ever not be.

You washed up and got dressed, throwing on jeans and a soft sweater. You opted out of makeup as you were running low on time, and raced to the clan’s house only to get a text message from Yeosang when you got there.

Yeosang [1:33pm]: Still occupied, sorry. :( You can come in though if you want to wait for me here, no need to leave and come back.

You [1:34pm]: Ok :)

As you were moving to knock on the door, it swung open, revealing a grinning Yunho.

“I was wondering when we’d see you here again, lovely lady.” He cocked his head to one side. “Yeosang is busy, as I'm sure you know... but you can wait for him in the back room next to the patio if you’d like.”

You nodded and thanked him, slipping into the house. It always took you by slight surprise that it was more modern than what you thought a stereotypical vampire’s house might look like, but always cozy all the same.

As you stepped into the back room, you were a bit startled as the smell of cooking meat hit you. Your mouth started watering immediately, and you realized you hadn’t had anything to eat yet. The patio doors were open, and as you moved to take a seat, you saw it was Mingi at the grill, humming to himself as he flipped burgers. You bit back a giggle and a Twilight joke as you pulled your phone out, opening Twitter and beginning to scroll mindlessly.

“Hungry?”

You jumped and nearly dropped your phone, and heard a chuckle next to you. Mingi was standing beside your chair, looking down at you, clearly amused.

“Oh, um.” You checked your watch. It was just past 2pm. Admittedly, you were starving, having skipped any semblance of breakfast in anticipation of going out with Yeosang. “I don’t want to intru–”

“Nonsense. Don't be silly. I offered.”

“Right,” you laughed. “Okay.”

“Come on,” he told you, offering you a hand and helping you to your feet. He led you out to the patio, where two plates were already fixed up with burgers and fries, and a plate of toppings in the middle of the table.

“I could hear your stomach grumbling all the way out here,” Mingi told you as you sat down. “Doesn’t Yeosang feed you?”

“We were going out this afternoon,” you giggled. “I don’t think he was expecting to spend so long doing… whatever he’s doing. Don’t worry. I actually eat like a hobbit.”

“I’m sure he won’t mind then if you have something now, if you want,” Mingi grinned. “My treat.”

You were a little confused. Mingi was usually pretty closed off. You’d seen him smile before, sure. But never at you. Your heart skipped a beat as he continued to watch you, that same warm smile on his face.

You distracted yourself by doctoring your burger, and took a bite. Your eyes rolled back in your head immediately at the explosion of flavor on your taste buds.

“Holy shit, this is amazing,” you mumbled. There was a certain note you couldn’t place, and it complimented the beef well. You were not a chef by any means, but you could certainly appreciate good food all the same.

“Trying to woo her with food, Mingi? Have you no shame?"

You turned to see Seonghwa standing in the doorway.

“Using that trait to its full capacity, I see.” He smirked.

“Huh?” You blinked, confused. "What trait?"

Seonghwa strode to the table and took a seat, winking at you. His pink hair was damp, falling in his eyes, an interesting contrast with his red irises.

“Mingi is able to eat human food."

"Oh, that's right. I keep forgetting." You grimaced. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Mingi said smoothly.

"Naturally," Seonghwa continued. "Mingi used this ability to become an expert chef and frequently uses it to his advantage,” Seonghwa laughed.

“Pretty sure I’m the one who has the advantage right now,” you snorted, taking another bite. “This is… so good. What’s your secret ingredient?”

“Can’t tell you that, how would I ever get you to come back?” Mingi winked.

“Make me another burger and you won’t have to try hard,” you told him. "Bet."

“It’s garden salsa,” Seonghwa piped up. “And Tattoo rum.”

“God damn it, Seonghwa,” Mingi huffed, throwing a balled up napkin at the other vampire, who tossed his head back, laughing loudly. You watched the two of them squabble for a moment with a bemused expression. Eventually, they stopped, and turned back to you.

“Question,” Seonghwa said suddenly.

“Possible answer,” you countered.

“Has… Yeosang said anything about us to you?” Seonghwa’s words were measured, cautious, as he looked you over.

“He mentioned you,” you replied after a few moments of silence. Your stomach was in knots. You had a feeling you knew just what was coming.

“What exactly did he say?”

Uh-oh.

“Not much, really. Just that you two were… interested.”

“We are,” Mingi nodded. “I hope it doesn’t offend you. We really just want to have some fun, if you understand my meaning. No strings attached.”

“Unless you decide that you want strings,” Seonghwa said. “Which is something that can be discussed later.”

You pursed your lips. One night stands weren’t really your thing. Then again, it wasn’t like these men were complete strangers to you, which made it slightly different… And gods, were they attractive. Truth be told, being with Yeosang had more or less ruined you for human men anyway. The idea of sharing a bed with these two, however, made your heart race.

“We already talked to Yeosang about it,” Seonghwa said. “We know the dynamic you keep, and wanted to make sure we weren’t overstepping. Of course, he said it’s ultimately up to you.”

You weren’t sure what to say. Then again, this was the perfect chance to exercise that slight adventurous streak you never used.

“Let me think about it,” you told them, receiving understanding expressions and nods in return.

“Are you coming to the party tonight?” Mingi asked.

“Party?” You blinked. “What party?”

“Hi, sorry, sorry,” Yeosang called, all but running out the door to where you sat at the table. “So sorry. That ran way longer than I thought it would. I thought Hongjoong would never stop talking.” He glanced at your plate. “I see you found something to eat.”

“Yeah,” you said, grimacing. “Sorry, I was so hungry.”

“Don’t be. I’m told Mingi is a good cook,” Yeosang smiled brightly.

“Can confirm,” you nodded.

“You two aren’t coming to the party?” Seonghwa asked, a slight pout on his pretty lips.

“Oh,” Yeosang frowned, putting a hand on your shoulder. “I actually forgot about that. Did you want to?” He asked you.

You shrugged.

“Sure. It could be fun.”

“Count us in then,” Yeosang nodded as you finished your burger and took a sip of water. “Ready to go get your butt kicked at the arcade?”

“Bring it on,” you giggled.

“So we’ll see you later then,” Seonghwa grinned. “You won’t be the only human here, so don’t worry.”

“Sounds good.” You replied. “Thanks for lunch, Mingi,” you added.

“Anytime.” He saluted you with a particularly long french fry, and you giggled.

You led Yeosang to your car, and he laughed as he slipped into the passenger seat.

“What’s so funny?”

“Didn’t take long for them to hone in on you. Did they ask?”

“They did, actually. Said they just want to have a little fun.”

Yeosang reached over to take your hand, and you glanced over to see that he looked concerned.

“Nothing to worry about,” you squeezed his hand. “You’re right. They’re not at all pushy. I think… I might see where it goes.”

“It’s completely up to you. Whatever you decide, you know I’m here.”

“I know.”

You spent a few hours at the arcade with Yeosang, losing yourself for a bit and trying not to think about Seonghwa and Mingi. Now that they were in your head though, you couldn’t get them out. Yeosang’s words echoed in your mind.

Seonghwa and Mingi can be somewhat rough.

Admittedly, you liked it rough. Not all the time, but you definitely enjoyed it when you had the opportunity.

“Okay, what’s on your mind?” Yeosang’s voice cut through your thoughts as you stood in front of Pac-Man, staring blankly at the screen. “You um… you died. In case you hadn't noticed.”

“Yeah.”

“Wanna go somewhere a little more private and talk?”

You turned to see his eyes full of worry– even his red eye was soft, warm as he stared at you. The uniqueness of his gaze always caught you off guard when your mind was elsewhere. He had been born with heterochromia, he'd told you. When he was turned, only his left eye had changed, from green to red. His right eye had remained brown. You thought it was charming, but it often scared people who weren’t accustomed to the trait at all, much less seeing it in a vampire. It made him look much more severe than he was, that was for sure.

Right now though, all severity was gone, and Yeosang moved to wrap an arm around your waist, nuzzling your shoulder lovingly.

“Come on,” he murmured. “Let’s hit the coffee shop next door. I'll buy you a drink.”

He took your hand, and you followed him to the coffee shop, where he ordered your favorite drink and a chocolate chip muffin, and carried both to a table in the back corner for you.

“Thank you,” you gave him a small smile as you sipped the coffee and snagged a sugar crumble off the top of the muffin.

“Okay, tell me,” he smiled back at you. “I can tell you’re thinking about them.”

“You got me,” you sighed. “I was just thinking about how you said they can be… rough.”

“Ah, yes,” Yeosang nodded, deep brown hair falling in his eyes. “They’re accustomed to a certain level of play that I’ve never really been into, in all honesty. I mean sure, a bit of bondage here and there, maybe some light teasing, that’s more my speed as you know. They have an entire room dedicated to their escapades. Lots of toys, some interesting... furniture. Anything you could ever want, basically. They definitely like to mix pleasure with pain, based on what I’ve overheard when I’m at the house some nights.”

“Oh, I see,” you said, chewing thoughtfully on a bite of muffin.

“That being said,” Yeosang continued, “I have no doubt that they would be happy to work in as little or as much of whatever you would want, if you do go ahead with spending the night with them.”

“You think so?”

“Let me put it this way.” Yeosang took your hand again. “They know how much you mean to me. They respect me, which means they respect you too. What’s more, I am second in command in the clan, under Hongjoong. So if they were to hurt you…”

“I get it,” you nodded.

“I don’t think they would though. Mingi especially, he won’t shut up about you as is,” he giggled.

“Interesting.”

“Seonghwa too, but Mingi seems particularly infatuated with you. In more ways than one, to be honest.”

“Good to know,” you laughed.

“Whatever you decide though, I support you. Really.”

“Thank you,” you replied, squeezing his hand once more.

You stopped at home for a change of clothes before heading back to the clan’s house. Yeosang tried to insist it wouldn’t be necessary, but you told him you didn’t think you could dance in the sweater you’d been wearing. You decided on a cuter bra just in case and a couple layered tank tops and threw a jacket on over them. Nothing too revealing, but much more suited to constant movement than a bulky sweater.

Mingi had you out of said jacket the second you stepped over the threshold of the clan’s house, slinging the garment to one of the hired wait staff and immediately tugging you towards the dance floor. You turned to wave at Yeosang, sticking your tongue out at him as you saw him mouth “have a good time!” and wink at you.

Mingi pulled you in immediately, and you let yourself get lost in the music, and in him.

“Who gave you the right to be so pretty?” His voice was low, gravelly, in your ear.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you laughed. “Considering you’re so hot it’s illegal.” He laughed too, and you could feel it as a deep rumble in his chest as he pulled you in for a soft kiss.

“I guess we’ll both just have to agree that what we’re doing is illegal then,” he whispered in your ear. “I should arrest you myself.”

“I’d love to see you try.”

“I’d love to see you in cuffs,” he winked, sending a jolt of adrenaline through you.

It wasn’t long before you felt hands on your waist from behind you, and turned to find Seonghwa there, leaning to whisper to you as well.

“I want you under me tonight, pretty girl,” he told you, grinning as you shivered. Part of you had been wondering, the rest of you had not expected them to want to proceed quite so soon.

“Mmhmm, yes,” Mingi murmured in your other ear. "I want the same." He pressed closer to you, forcing you against Seonghwa’s muscular chest. The thin fabric of Seonghwa's tank top didn’t do much to disguise, and you had to stop and catch your breath as you imagined the two of them wearing a lot less clothing.

“What do you say?” Seonghwa asked, pulling back to study your face. You fixed him with a steady stare before turning to look at Mingi hovering over your shoulder, pretty brown hair falling in his face as he tilted his head to look at you.

“Yes.”

With that, they were on you again, and you thought you might go insane before they even got you to the bedroom. Your panties were a lost cause at this point, but you didn’t care. Time ran away from you as you were sandwiched between the two vampires, their hands and lips everywhere, both of them grinding their hips against yours, against your ass, teeth grazing your neck ever so slightly when they went in to leave searing kisses against your sensitive skin. Seonghwa in particular seemed to find great pleasure in the tiny whines you made when he trailed his long tongue in a line from your collarbone to jawline, and he did it several times over, nipping gently as he went.

“Can’t wait to see what other lovely noises you make for us, pretty girl,” Seonghwa whispered. His voice was like honey, and sent a warmth flooding through you from head to toe.

When you took a breather to get something to drink, you noticed a blue-haired figure sitting in a chair in the corner. It took you a second between the shadows and the strobe lights from the DJ’s table to realize it was San.

You’d only talked to San once or twice. He was nice, always extremely polite, but withdrawn. You were never sure why. Then again, Mingi had always been relatively reserved around you too, until today.

When you glanced again, San was gone, and you had chills.

Why was he watching me?

You jumped as you felt a soft touch on your shoulder.

“Mingi and Seonghwa have had you for a while now…” A smooth voice whispered in your ear, and you spun to find San there.

“Oh… hi,” you stammered. He tilted his head as he looked you up and down, red eyes alight in a way you might have best described as feral.

“Relax, pretty girl. I won’t hurt you. I just wanted to know if you want to dance,” he grinned, and his gaze softened just a hair.

“Sure,” you nodded. You put your water down and allowed San to bring you back to the dance floor, catching Mingi’s gaze on the way, and a knowing smile on his lips.

San was all over you at once as the next song began, pulling you in close, hand gripping your hips as he ground against you to the beat of the music. It quickly became evident that Seonghwa and Mingi were not the only ones whose eyes you had caught as San touched you, ground against you. You noticed him inhaling deeply as he nuzzled your neck, laving his tongue over your skin as he showered you with heated kisses. He spun you so he could press himself to your ass, and he held you back against him, hand creeping up your neck teasingly. He quickly withdrew it as you gasped, but it was too late– images of San fucking you, choking you, coming to the front of your mind. You whined involuntarily, and heard him laughing in your ear.

“I know what’s happening with Mingi and Seonghwa,” he whispered as the song drew to a close. “What would you say to one more, kitten?”

One more. Three vampires. Three. Three vampires doing presumably whatever they want to me?!

On one hand, it was frightening. You knew nothing about San, except that Yeosang spoke highly of him.

On the other hand…

Fuck it. You know what? Fuck it. Work has been insane lately. I could use a bit of stress relief. Maybe more than what Yeosangie might be comfortable with, at that. Might as well.

San let you go, whispering again in your ear as he went, asking you to consider it, and you nodded. You turned again at a tap on your shoulder, finding yourself face to face with Yeosang, and he took your hand, directing you to follow him to the kitchen.

“Are you okay, love?”

“Doing fine,” you winked as he handed you more water. You accepted it with a grin, and took a large swig before setting it on the counter.

“I saw you with San.”

“Mmhmm. He… wants in. On whatever Mingi and Seonghwa want.”

“I thought so. And my stance stays the same. It’s up to you. San is a good person. I trust him. That being said, he usually chooses vampire partners, so keep that in mind. He’s one of the younger vampires in our clan, and… he worries that he’ll hurt a human.”

“I’ll be firm with him. I promise.”

“I love you,” he murmured, moving closer to kiss you tenderly. “I’ll wait for you. I have plenty to do while you’re… having fun.” He giggled, a sparkle in his eyes. You rolled your own, glancing up as Mingi poked his head into the kitchen.

“Been looking for you,” he grinned. “Are you still in?”

“I am.”

“And San?” Mingi crossed his arms, staring down at you questioningly.

“He can join, if you and Seonghwa are okay with that.”

“It’s your choice, precious girl. All yours.” He smoothed the hair away from your face, trailing fingertips down your face and neck, coming to rest over your collarbone and seemingly delighting in the flush you could feel rising on your neck and face. He handled you so gently.

Except why do I feel like he’s only a gentle giant out of the bedroom?

“It’s fine with me,” you told him firmly, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach at the pet name.

“See you later,” Yeosang laughed, kissing you again as he sauntered by you and Mingi, making his way back into the fray.

You stook there in the kitchen for a few minutes, as Mingi backed you against the counter and leaned in to kiss you deeply, big hands running over your shoulders and down your sides. You could feel his arousal through his jeans, and you gasped as he ground against you again.

He finally stopped, taking your hand, leading you out of the kitchen and immediately down another hallway. You heard hushed voices behind you, and looked back to see San and Seonghwa following. At the end of the hall, Mingi ushered you into a large room, locking the door behind all of you.

You had felt a tiny bit silly for expecting a normal bedroom. This one was clearly designed with one purpose in mind. A St. Andrew’s cross stood against one wall, and an elaborate sex sling was positioned in a frame in one corner. On the other side of the room was a lush four-poster bed made of dark wood.

It was not lost on you that the carpet was a very dark red, almost black. The bedsheets were a brighter red, with a gorgeous and soft-looking comforter embroidered with elaborate floral designs. A tall chest of drawers was next to the window, and you wondered at its contents before remembering what Yeosang had told you earlier.

Toy box? Hmm.

The lighting in the room was soft, most of it coming from recessed bulbs in the ceiling, and some pretty lanterns hanging down. Seonghwa was quick to turn the lights down, until they were very dim, casting the room in an ethereal glow.

I guess a lot of red means it's easier to clean up. You laughed internally.

Before you could blink twice, Mingi was scooping you up and setting you down gently on the edge of the bed, and you parted your legs so he could lean fully into you.

“First things first, lovely,” he said softly. He placed his large hands high on your thighs as he leaned over you, sending a shiver up your spine. “Boundaries. I acknowledge that we are all likely… very different from Yeosang, for the most part. We want to have a night to remember, for all parties involved. But not at the expense of your comfort or safety.”

“Agreed,” Seonghwa nodded.

“Thirded,” San said quietly.

“Is there anything you’re directly opposed to?” Mingi’s expression was serious as he stared you down.

“Not that I know of?” You frowned. “That being said I don’t really tend to experiment much, in all honesty.”

San pointed at the chest of drawers.

“That right there? Full of possibilities.”

“But we don’t want to overstep,” Seonghwa chimed in.

“Don’t be scared to be up front with us, kitten.” San said as he stepped closer to you.

These pet names alone will be the death of me.

You were beyond wet, having been thinking about them for hours, not to mention all the dancing and touching that had gone on at the party. You were surprised you hadn’t soaked through your jeans by now.

“I’ll tell you all if I want something to stop,” you told them firmly.

“You need a safe word,’” Seonghwa replied. “And we don’t want you to be afraid to use it, either.”

“That’s… not something I usually need,” you admitted. “Not entirely sure how that all works, except if I want you to stop, right?”

“Some people choose their own. Others just prefer to use colors. Green, yellow, red,” Seonghwa explained. “Green, if we do something you’re unfamiliar with but you decide is ultimately fine. Yellow, if we are pushing a boundary and need to step back. Red, if you want us to just stop. You can also tap on us, if you can’t speak but need us to stop. Would that work for you?”

“That sounds good to me,” you nodded. “Green, yellow, red. Got it.”

“Last thing. Can we mark you?” Mingi asked. “Or… perhaps... bite you?”

“I mean. There’s three of you and one of me and I have a finite amount of blood,” you laughed.

“We won’t take much, kitten. Only a sip,” San told you quietly.

“As long as it’s only a bit. And marking is fine for sure.”

“Now that we have all the bases covered…” Mingi gave you a wicked grin as his hands brushed against the hem of your tank tops. “Shall we?”

You nodded, and he had your top half naked in mere seconds, tossing your shirts onto the floor. They all took just a moment to appreciate the deep green, lacy bra you’d put on, before Mingi slipped that off too, tossing it over his shoulder and nearly hitting San in the face. You stifled a giggle.

In a flash, however, San was behind you on the bed, hands on your breasts, tweaking and twisting your nipples. Mingi moved in to kiss you deeply as Seonghwa was rifling through the drawers.

Slowly, Mingi’s hand was creeping down between your legs, pushing them further apart and cupping your center through your jeans, thumb rubbing over your clothed clit. You whined and ground against his hand. San fisted a hand in your hair, tugging hard as he pulled your head to the side, pressing sloppy kisses down the side of your neck, letting his teeth graze your skin. You whimpered loudly as you felt the familiar drag of fangs over your jugular.

“Not yet, kitten,” San said quietly. “I’m going to taste you, that’s for sure. But not just yet.”

“I want to go first,” Seonghwa told the others.

“I’m going last,” Mingi declared, and San and Seonghwa both let out laughs under their breath.

Wait. Why is he going last? Why call last on purpose?

“Hold her for me, San,” Seonghwa directed, reaching for the button of your jeans as Mingi moved aside and knelt to remove your shoes. San wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck and beginning to plant more kisses from your jawline down to your shoulder, and back up. Seonghwa was undoing your jeans, hooking his thumbs into them and pulling them down and off with your panties, leaving you naked in the center of them.

You were immediately self conscious. You were always a twinge so in front of Yeosang, who looked like he’d been sculpted by the gods themselves. Now with three other extremely attractive vampires looking at you like you were, well, a meal, that feeling was even stronger. Seonghwa licked his lips as he parted your legs wide, leaning down to trail kisses up your inner thigh, working his way to your center. San pulled you back against him, putting you in a better position for the other vampire, who now had a hand on each of your thighs as be buried his face in your cunt, flicking his tongue against your clit.

“Seonghwa!” You whined. You were already overly sensitive. Each nerve in you felt like it was on fire as Seonghwa worked you with his tongue, alternating long licks to your clit with pushing it inside you. He laughed softly as you squirmed against San, whose arms were around your waist.

“Forgot to tell you, precious girl,” Mingi whispered, his expression deadly serious now as he leaned over the bed to brush his lips against the shell of your ear. “You can only come when we say. It’s not in your best interest to do otherwise.”

Shit. If they bite me then, I’m done for. Fuck.

You let out a loud cry as Seonghwa shoved two fingers inside you roughly, scissoring and twisting, curling them against your most sensitive spot over and over. You were at the edge in minutes as he began to suck at your clit, swirling his tongue around it. Without thinking, you carded your fingers in his pink hair, tugging lightly. He stopped what he was doing, raising his head to fix you with an intense stare, eyes deep red and menacing.

“Did I say you could pull my hair, pretty girl?”

“No.”

“No, what?”

“No sir.”

“Then perhaps you’d best not do that, don’t you think?” He motioned to Mingi, who threw something to San. You quickly discovered what it was as San tugged your arms behind your back and you felt cold metal around your wrists. You heard the click of handcuffs snapping shut, and San held you tighter still against him, now sucking a mark onto your neck as Seonghwa began again.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” you hissed, not even a minute back into him working you. “Not gonna… No wait… oh help, I’m so close, oh help oh god oh fuck. Seonghwa, I’m close…”

Seonghwa stopped again, withdrawing his fingers and licking your slick from them as he eyed you mischievously. When he was done, he began discarding his own clothes.

You eyed him carefully as he tugged you off the bed to a standing position. As beautiful as he was, Seonghwa naked was something else entirely– and you had a sneaking suspicion they all were. How could they not be?

“Turn. Now.” Seonghwa said curtly.

You hesitated for just a second, and he grabbed you and spun you forcefully, hand splayed on your back as he pushed you down over the mattress. A split second later, his hand connected with your ass, making you gasp at the sting of his slap.

“Maybe you don’t understand,” the pink-haired vampire told you in a low tone as he grabbed onto your bound wrists and used them as leverage while he lined up the head of his cock with your entrance. “You are to do what we say tonight. No more, no less. Got it, pretty girl?”

“Yes sir,” you whimpered.

“I’m so glad we understand each other,” he purred, as he slid into you smoothly, hissing as your heat enveloped him. “Fuck… you’re every bit as exquisite as I imagined,” he continued as he set a savage pace immediately, slamming into you with each stroke and leaving you breathless.

For a while the only sounds in the room were your shrill cries and the slapping of flesh against flesh as Seonghwa railed into you with near reckless abandon. He seemed to know what he was doing, slowing every time you got tighter, as you inched closer to release. As his strokes became erratic, you ground back against him, seeking more friction. Just a little bit. Anything. You wanted to come so badly you couldn’t even put it into words.

“Don’t you fucking dare come,” Seonghwa hissed, burying his cock deep inside you, coming in spurts and sighing heavily as he gripped your hip with one hand, your cuffed wrists with the other. You whined at the loss of release— you’d been right on the edge once again, and the feeling fell away that much quicker. Seonghwa pulled out of you as Mingi undid the handcuffs, and you slumped against the bed as you tried to catch your breath.

“I want to come,” you whimpered as San pulled you up onto the bed and positioned you under him. He’d apparently shed his clothes while Seonghwa had you distracted, and you marveled at him as well as he hovered over you.

“Do you, kitten?” San straddled you, rubbing his hard cock against your belly, dripping precum onto your skin.

“Please, I’ve been so good, I’ve been trying to hold back, please, I need it,” you whined.

“Don’t think we didn’t notice what you tried to pull a minute ago, pretty girl,” Seonghwa told you, lying down next to you as San shifted, slotting himself between your legs. Seonghwa began to pet your hair, but it didn’t last long, and he fisted a hand in it and pulled hard just as San slammed into your cunt without warning. You screamed, and San was quick to clamp a hand over your mouth.

“Fuck,” he moaned as he started to move in you. “I haven’t felt something this wet and hot in so fucking long…”

If Seonghwa’s thrusts had been rough, they were nothing compared to San. You tried to scream again, but he had his hand tightly over your mouth, and you tapped on his arm wildly, whining and squirming. He didn’t seem to notice, and you turned to Seonghwa, eyes wide and worried.

“Too hard, Sannie,” Seonghwa stopped the blue-haired vampire with a hand on his shoulder. “Much too hard. Don’t forget she’s human. Slow down.”

“Fuck,” San groaned as he lay there, cock twitching inside you. “Kitten… I’m sorry. Oh, I’m so sorry, lovely girl.” He took his hand away from your mouth as he started again, this time excruciatingly slowly.

“It’s okay,” you squeaked. God, you were going to be sore for days. Perhaps more.

“This. This is why I take vampire partners,” he sighed, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he fucked you slowly, pushing deep as he could with every stroke. "But I just couldn't fucking resist you."

"San, it's fine."

“I’m sorry, kitten,” he kept whispering against your neck. “Fuck, so sorry.”

“San, please stop apologizing, it’s okay.”

“But I hurt you.”

“It’s not that bad. At most, I’ll be sore. And that is more than okay,” you assured him. “I know you didn’t mean to hurt— oh fuck,” you whined as he sped up just a hair, hitting you just right every time he sank into you. You hesitated for just a second before tugging his face to yours, placing your hand on the back of his neck and kissing him. He was quick to push his tongue into your mouth, nipping at your lip, kissing you with an intensity to rival the slow and sensuous fucking you were receiving as he impaled you again and again on his cock.

“You want to come, pretty girl?” Seonghwa asked. You broke the kiss and turned your head to him, nodding vigorously, and it was his turn to kiss you deeply.

“Please,” you whispered against his lips. “Please please please. Want it so bad."

You froze as you felt San’s fangs graze your neck again. Seonghwa was quick to turn your head back so you were staring at the ceiling. He honed in on the other side of your neck in an instant, that talented tongue scraping over your skin, followed by his fangs.

“Oh god,” you whined. “Ohhhh fuck.”

“Time for a taste,” San murmured. “I wonder if your blood tastes as good as it smells, kitten.”

“Mmhmm,” Seonghwa agreed. “I have no doubt that it does. The rest of her tastes divine. I'm sure her blood is no exception.”

“Wait,” you said breathlessly as San picked up the pace of his thrusts ever so slightly once more, still obviously careful and gentle all the same. “Wait. If you bite me I’ll… I can’t help it. I’ll come. I just know it. I always do… when… when Yeosang bites me.”

“Oh, we’re counting on that, kitten.” You could feel San’s grin against your skin. “I bet you’re so fucking pretty when you come.”

They bit you at the same time, and your screams echoed off the walls as you came astonishingly hard, your entire body shaking and shuddering under San’s lithe form. He kept going even after they withdrew their fangs, sending you into a second, even stronger orgasm before the first had subsided.

“San, please, oh god, fuck, oh help, oh please, San, I’m so sensitive…” You whimpered. He finally slowed to a stop, quivering against you as he came. He moved to kiss you again but stopped himself as he clearly remembered he’d just bitten you, and settled for kissing your neck instead, tongue running over the marks he’d made, cleaning up the bit of blood that was oozing. On the other side, Seonghwa was doing the same.

San lowered himself over you, petting your hair and whispering in your ear again how sorry he was for having lost control with you. You continued to reassure him that it was okay, and he eventually pulled out, mourning the loss of your warmth as he rolled to the side and dragged a cool hand down your body.

“These nipples would look very pretty with a set of clamps,” Seonghwa wondered out loud. “Don’t you think, Mingi?”

“Oh, I agree,” the taller vampire stepped forward, a glint of silver in his hands. “I really do.”

You shivered as Mingi put the clamps on you, whining as he tightened them. Seonghwa and San shifted on the bed, giving Mingi better access to you, and you realized that he was naked now too.

You didn’t know where to look first, and felt ever so slightly bad that your eyes immediately darted to his cock.

You guessed that you shouldn’t have been surprised that he was large. All of Mingi was big, you’d always thought. Now you knew for sure. And why Seonghwa and San had been laughing when Mingi said he was last. He wanted you relaxed.

Fucking hell.

As formidable as he was, however, you couldn't wait to have that long, thick cock in your cunt. You needed it more than air.

Seonghwa reached for the chain on the clamps, tugging on it lightly and laughing as you yelped. Mingi grabbed your hips, swiveling you around on the bed and dragging you to the edge. He got down on his knees, his face level with your cunt, and buried his tongue inside you. The vibrations of his low laugh against your clit were almost overwhelming after the orgasms you’d had with Seonghwa and San, and you were crying out in less than a minute, asking Mingi to slow down.

Instead of slowing, he pushed two long fingers inside you, adding a third quickly, sucking hard on your clit and swirling his tongue on it.

“Mingi!”

“Mmm,” he murmured.

“Mingi if you don’t stop…”

He relented, and you lay there, chest heaving, as Seonghwa and San fiddled with your nipples, flicking them with their tongues, tugging on the clamps gently.

“Very good, precious girl. So good for me.” Mingi started again and you were screaming immediately, on the edge and clutching at the sheets.

As you tried desperately to keep yourself from coming, Seonghwa removed the nipple clamps, and the rush you received from their release was too much for you to handle. You came, shrieking, a familiar sensation between your legs, and you realized you’d squirted on Mingi’s face. He was standing now, expression dark as he wiped your cum away with the back of his forearm.

“Those were not supposed to come off yet,” he said sternly.

Seonghwa and San mumbled apologies and inched away from you.

“Should we… leave you to it?” Seonghwa asked. Mingi nodded.

“I think so.”

The other two planted soft kisses on you and did as Mingi said, pulling their clothing back on and quickly exiting the room. Mingi locked the door again, and crossed the room back to the bed where you lay trembling and still trying to catch your breath. He turned away to the chest of drawers and returned bearing a crop.

“Stand up. Off the bed. Now.”

You struggled to get to a sitting position, and Mingi began to tap the crop against his other hand.

“Precious girl, every second you make me wait, you make things worse for yourself.”

You thought for a second about stopping it.

No.

You did as he asked, quicker now, standing to face him and taking his direction as he turned you around and pushed your upper half back onto the bed.

"You came without permission."

"But- I couldn't help it, they-"

"You came without permission, precious girl. Do you know what happens to those who disobey?"

"Um."

"They get punished."

"Yes sir."

You trembled under his touch as he ran a hand down your spine. You thought you’d been ready for the first strike, but it was nothing like you’d imagined– white hot and sharp against your ass. You cried out, hands fisting in the sheets.

“Count.”

“Y– yes sir.”

You were sobbing before he’d even reached five. At ten, he finally stopped, tossing the crop onto the top of the chest of drawers and guiding you to stand. You stood facing the bed, drying your tears, hesitant to do anything on your own and preferring instead to let him lead you. And that he did, placing hands on your shoulders, turning you around to kiss you. He licked into your mouth, fisting a hand in your hair, the other coming to rest just above your ass. You could feel every welt he’d left, and you whimpered as he moved to kiss your jaw, your neck, down your shoulder and then across your collarbone. He took your hands, and you let him lead the way to the swing in the corner.

Carefully, he helped you up, and you were more than thankful that it did not press on your sore bottom when you were resting in it, on your back and splayed open for him. Your ankles were in stirrups, wrists bound above your head, and Mingi grinned wickedly as he aligned the head of his cock with your sopping cunt.

“Think you can take me?”

“Yes sir,” you mumbled. “I can try.”

“That’s a good girl.”

He began to press in, and you whined at the sting as he stretched you open, his girth pressing into you inch by inch until he was fully sheathed inside you, muttering under his breath at the feel of you.

“God damn…” He ran his hands down your legs, bringing one to your center, thumb on your clit. “Soaking wet and so fucking hot in every way. Precious girl, you take me so well, look at you. Stuffed full of my cock and not even making a peep. I don't think anyone's ever taken me like this. You're so good for me."

“Want to be... good for you…” You whispered.

“Don’t you dare come again without my permission,” he warned. "I won't hesitate to punish you again." You nodded.

"Yes sir."

He started to thrust. Slowly at first, but quickly picking up the pace, nearing what Seonghwa had done earlier. All the while, he was circling your clit with his thumb.

You lost track of how many times he edged you. After five, maybe six, you were about to break, but you dutifully told him once again that you were close, and he stopped all movement, pushing inside you and stilling.

You couldn’t hold it back any longer– you burst into wild tears as you felt release fall beyond your grasp again, biting your lip and throwing your head back as you cried.

“I want…” You choked out. “Please. Mingi, please, I’ll do… I’ll do anything… I want… I need to come, please, let me come on your cock, please oh please,” you gasped. "I need it, please, need it so bad. Mingi... please..."

“Oh, precious girl,” he sighed. “Oh, no, please don't cry. My precious girl…” He leaned over you, wiping your tears away softly. “I think you’ve had enough teasing. I’m going to start again. This time I want you to let go. Can you do that for me? Come on my cock? Soak me again?”

“Yes…” You nodded. “Y– yes sir.”

Mingi began thrusting again, harder this time, but not so much as to hurt you. He had figured out by now just how to maneuver the swing to bring you back down onto his cock and hit that spot every single time, with two fingers on your clit now, circling slowly.

You crashed suddenly, screaming his name, tears jumping to your eyes once more as the force of your release washed over you in waves. He did not slow, instead pushing as deep as he could with messy strokes, and met his own end quickly as you rode yours out too, feeling your combined cum dripping out around his cock. He stilled, slowly pulling out of you, and you groaned at the loss.

Gently, carefully, Mingi loosened your bonds and picked you up out of the swing. He stopped by the door to unlock it, and carried your quivering form to the bed, placing you on it and lying down beside you. He held you for a bit while your breathing evened out, and you clutched at his waist, clinging to him tightly as he planted tiny kisses on you, murmuring praises all the while.

You didn’t hear the knock at the door, but Mingi called out “enter,” and before you knew it, Yeosang was standing at the edge of the bed, peering at you over Mingi.

“I didn’t mean to intrude–” Yeosang said sheepishly. “When Seonghwa and San came back out, I was… well. A little worried, I guess.”

“No, it’s fine,” Mingi insisted. “I have to help her clean up. Why don’t you wait for us in your room, if that’s okay?”

“Sure.”

You heard the door click closed, and Mingi was moving again, plucking you from the bed and carrying you to an adjoining bathroom. He sat you down on the toilet, directing you to pee, “don’t want you getting a UTI–” while he turned to run a bath in the enormous tub against the back wall. He tossed in a sachet of something and came back for you, waiting patiently. When you were done and hands washed, he picked you up again and carried you over.

“Wait– what did you put in the water?” You grimaced. "Will it hurt?"

“Oatmeal. It’ll be alright, precious girl. It'll help. Let me take care of you now, okay? You were so good for me.”

“Yes sir.”

“Just Mingi now, darling.”

“Okay, Mingi.”

He lowered you carefully into the tub and winced himself as you hissed when the water touched your ass. When you were situated, he joined you in the tub, and took his time scrubbing you clean, washing your hair carefully using the attachment from the faucet. You tried to help him too, but he shook his head.

“This time is about you. Relax, pretty.”

You did as he asked, resting back against his chest now as he hummed a song you weren’t familiar with.

“Mingi?”

“Yes?”

“I just realized. You didn’t bite me.”

“I know.” He pressed a kiss to your neck. “Did you still want me to, lovely? Because I won't say no, if you give the word. You do smell incredible. I can only imagine how you'd taste."

You weighed your options. One one hand, you weren’t sure you could handle another orgasm. On the other, you wanted one so desperately you could hardly stand it, and just the thought of Mingi drinking from you was almost enough to send you over the edge as it was.

“Yes. Please, bite me."

He didn’t wait, sinking his fangs into you like a hot knife into butter, and you writhed against him, coming hard in seconds as he took just a few gulps of your blood, licking over the bite as he drew away.

“So fucking pretty… my precious girl.”

When the water began to grow cold, he helped you back out of the tub, and put cool aloe on your welts before wrapping you in a plush robe and pulling on some sweatpants.

He led you down some back hallways to Yeosang’s room, away from the raucous and revelry of the party that was still going strong. You discarded the robe across a chair next to Yeosang’s bed, but hesitated before crawling in, turning back to Mingi and wrapping your arms around him.

“I don’t want you to go,” you admitted.

“So have him stay,” Yeosang called sleepily from the bed.

“Are you sure that’s–”

“Yes, love. You can have the center. Lie down, it's late."

You slipped under the covers, thankful for the cool silk of Yeosang's sheets against your skin, soothing the marks that Mingi had left. Mingi followed you, wrapping an arm around you and pressing close on your other side as you moved to spoon with Yeosang. You sighed, closing your eyes and breathing in deeply.

“Happy?” Mingi whispered.

“Mmhmm.”

“Go to sleep, precious girl. I’ll be here when you wake, I promise. And if you want to talk about tonight, we can do that then too.”

“Definitely,” you mumbled, your tiredness overcoming you as you lay there between the two of them. “Just please, really, please don’t leave.”

“Darling… if you want me, I’ll stay with you forever. All you have to do is ask.”

#ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez x you #ateez vampire au #mingi x reader #seonghwa x reader #san x reader #yeosang x reader #kpop x y/n #kpop fanfic #ateez smut

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fatguarddog · 2 months ago

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A delicious commission for @dollie-thesheep ~ A vampire scientist records an update on their fattened up test subject, aka you, teasing you for what a swollen butterball you've become under their care, all the while barely containing their lust for the results

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Experiment update. Subject has been under my care for several months now and the results are… fascinating, to say the least. I’ve had no conclusive results on the affects of extended eating and sub-sequential weight gain to the quality of the subject’s blood yet, as sampling it has proved most flavoursome, but counterproductive… though it hasn’t stopped me having fun.

I’ve played around with various methods to stimulate growth: appetite enhancers, funnel feedings, bloating sessions to increase capacity. The subject has taken to them all so, so well. They really are the perfect little guinea pig… though not so little any more. Oh, they’re waking up all bleary eyed, how cute. Are you listening to me? I’m talking about what a perfect glutton you’ve become, I mean really truly you’ve absolutely ballooned since I stole you away to toy with.

Seems like the subject is hungry, of course they’re hungry. Once upon a time they whined and moaned when I tried to feed them, so scared of the big bad vampire wanting to fatten them up and test their blood. Hmmph. Now they whine and moan and bat their wet little eyes to beg for more when I’m not feeding them, it’s so pathetic.

Do you even know what you look like now? My brilliant testing has engorged your body into such a wonderfully rotund form. Pounds and pounds of decadent fat piled onto you in mere months. Months, you understand. Most people would have kept up their resistance much longer than you, but you couldn’t resist giving in to your greed after a little push from me. You have gotten. So. Fat. Your outgrew your restraints and then just rolled over for more. Your belly is always full of increasingly larger portions, in fact I doubt you’re able to think much anymore without something in your mouth to graze on. What would your past self say if they could see you now? See how distended and bulging and swollen you’ve gotten thanks to your own weak willpower and wantonness.

Such a tease… you really are such a delicious test subject… see now you’ve got me acting unprofessional. I should punish you for that really, make you skip a meal… but that would skew my results, and how can I resist such a sweet, pleading face.

Ahem. Experimentation will continue. Needless to say, subject has been most promising and I will be monitoring their ongoing expansion. My hypothesis thus far has proven difficult to confirm, but I am absolutely thrilled to have more time to play with my darling test subject.

#wrex audios #wg txt #wg fiction #wg story #vampire k!nk #scientist kink #queer feedism #queer feedist #dark feedism #fat belly #fatter and fatter #feeding you fatter #wrex barks

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quarterlifekitty · 7 months ago

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Lately I’ve been thinking about a monster hunters guild kind of AU with many of the dudes but to start

MonsterHunter!Price taking a bounty that’s a little low level for him— but it’s a personal favor to an old friend. Taking out whatever creature is killing local livestock.

And finding a sweet little vampire hiding out in an abandoned building outside of the village.

It’s not an uncommon practice among hunters to take their bounties for wives— saves them from an execution, and no one cares about the monster living as long as it’s well kept by a strong master.

And you are. Wearing a collar inlaid with charms to keep you at his side or in his home. You care for the rabbits and the chickens on his homestead when he goes out on missions you can’t follow him on, they make a good food supply for you.

He keeps a pocket in his satchel clear for when the two of you have to travel in daylight, so he can have you tucked in there while you’re in bat form.

Gets you a silver wedding ring with his name engraved on the interior so it burns a scar onto your finger like a brand.

#john price x reader #captain john price #john price #writing #cod fanfic #monster hunter au #vampire!reader

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outofangband · 25 days ago

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Been thinking about Thuringwethil’s original Valar I’d she had one. Most of Morgoth’s Maiar were originally the Maiar of other Valar; Mairon is a Maiar of Aulë, Langon in the book of lost tales was a Maiar of Námo…while I do believe that Melkor had some Maiar who were in his service from the beginning, many of them were recruited

Thuringwethil, the vampiric messenger of Melkor, is assumed to be a Maia, is not explicitly named as anyone’s original Maia. While it’s possible she was one of the original Maiar of Melkor, I wanted to explore a few examples of other Valar she was originally meant to serve

Perhaps she was a messenger originally to Varda, her form little more than the wisps and vapors that frequently make up the Maiar that sere the queen of the stars. She materializes rarely.

When she joins Melkor, her form changes and smoke becomes sinewy wings, teeth forming and piercing.

Now, she is a shadow that passes over the stars she once worshiped

Many of the beings associated with Oromë are the representations of animals such as Huan and Nahar. While Thuringwethil isn't explicitly associated with bats as a whole, it is a bat like skin that Lúthien steals from Thuringwethil and the vampires as a whole are associated with bats.

Thuringwethil as a primeval hunter, fastened and shaped by Oromë to blur lines, to live in shadows, as an ambush predator who strikes not with great tearing claws but in smaller, burrowing ways. There is nothing unnatural about this and in the natural world there is nothing evil. But corrupted, her predation takes on a new form

I mentioned here that Vána’s realm, which I associate with cycles of life and death, spring and winter and growth and decay could be terrifying combined with the active malice of Morgoth

Thuringwethil starting out as a fruit bat, fluttering in the glades of Vána, a pollinator. Drawn to Melkor for the extremes he embodies. Pollinating the poisoned flora of the Ered Engrin, feasting on flesh as much as fruit.

Thuringwethil originally serving Irmo. Dreams and visions transmitted through teeth and wings. Thuringwethil not only as messenger but a guardian of Angband’s many nightmares

(I’ve mentioned before I think there are several Maiar originally serving Irmo and Námo in Angband)

#the silmarillion #Valinor #in the iron hell #thuringwethil #Valar #Ainur #musing and meta

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scratchandfriends · 7 months ago

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First Times (+18)

Pairing: Wyll Ravengard x Female Tav

WC: 2600

Summary: You and Wyll haven't *consummated* your budding romance. Literally no one cares... except Astarion. Okay maybe you two also care, but is it even a big deal?

Content Warnings: LOSS OF VIRGINITY! Virgin Wyll, unprotected sex, creampies, girl on top, kissing, jealous astarion tbh.

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“More wine? You seem tense.” Astarion all but purrs at you while holding out the bottle of red wine, tipping its neck in your direction.

You had to admit, you were feeling a bit tired and out of sorts, but how could you not in these particular circumstances? You shrug and allow your vampire companion to fill your cup to the brim with deep, burgundy liquid.

“I can hardly say I’m relaxed, but considering the uninvited guests in our skulls and the cult of lunatics trying to murder us, I’m doing fine, Astarion.” You try to wave his comment off and move on to other matters.

“Are you quite sure? You seem a bit, frustrated as of late.” Astarion pries further, taking a sip from his own cup of wine.

“Perhaps I’m frustrated because a certain snarky, pointy-eared charlatan keeps asking to bite me in the middle of the night when I’m trying to get my beauty rest.” You quip back with a cheeky smirk, emphasizing the word bite.

“Oh but from what I can tell you’re getting plenty of beauty rest, darling. And besides, it’s been few and far between the nights I can catch you alone in your own bedroll for a little sip.” Astarion shifts a bit closer to you seated next to him at the campfire.

He was right. You had been spending most nights in Wyll’s tent lately, sharing conversation and shy kisses well into the wee hours of the morning. Ever since your kiss on the beach after saving the Emerald Grove, the two of you had been exploring your budding romantic relationship a day at a time. It was clear to you from his awkwardness and visible uncertainty that you were the first adult relationship Wyll had engaged in… but you didn’t mind! You found the way he became flustered after each kiss and fleeting touch of your hands against his so very endearing. It also helped that you found him devilishly handsome, no pun intended.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were jealous of where I’ve been spending my evenings.” You take another long drink of wine from your cup…

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Today’s battle had left Wyll covered in viscera and grime, so he thought he would rinse off and freshen up in the river before retiring to his tent for the evening. Donning fresh clothing, he shook his head like a dog, river water splattering on the ground around him as he dried his hair.

He couldn’t help but look forward to another night alone with you. Wyll loved your long talks and especially loved holding you close to him… a privilege he felt he didn’t deserve in his current physical form. You always looked at him with adoration in your eyes and for those intimate moments alone he felt almost normal.

Wyll’s heart fluttered at the thought of having you in his bed again, letting you kiss his lips gently between subjects of conversation. He wanted so badly to take your relationship further physically, but his nervousness and anxiety kept him from progressing past kisses and soft touches. He had never laid with a woman before. He wanted nothing more than to provide you with the deepest carnal pleasure that this life allows, but he simply didn’t know the first thing about it.

Shaking the insecurities from his mind, he trudged towards his tent and was about to head inside before he heard your voice coming from the campfire circle. You were talking with someone. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but when he heard Astarion’s ill intended giggle in response to whatever you had said, he couldn’t help but listen in…

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“Hah hah! Jealous? Me? Tav, you wound me!” Astarion puts his hand to his chest in fake offense. “I’m only offering my concern for your pent up nature as of late.”

“I’m not sure what you’re implying, Astarion.” You say curtly.

“Darling I’m up all hours of the evening, hunting, watching the camp and whatnot. I’ve heard many strange bumps in the night, but absolutely nothing coming from your lawful little warlock’s tent.” Astarion says with a smirk. “I’m not implying anything, I’m saying that I can offer what your lover lacks and give you a well-earned release.”

You roll your eyes.

“I assure you I am quite satisfied and spoken for, thank you very much.” You respond.

“Spoken for, obviously. Satisfied is yet to be seen.” The vampire chides.

“What goes on between my sheets is none of your concern.” You gulp down the rest of your wine. “Keep your fangs out of my love life if you wish to continue to enjoy the privilege of drinking from me.”

You rise to your feet to turn in for the night.

“Have it your way, darling… but if you change your mind, I’ll be waiting.” Astarion adds with a devilish smirk.

You scoff and head to your tent. Once inside, you change your clothes into something more comfortable for sleeping and let your hair fall from its high ponytail to cascade down your back. Feeling a bit warm either from the wine or irritation from Astarion’s invasive comments, you decide you want to cuddle up with your favorite warlock for the evening.

Sneaking out of your tent you softly pad over to Wyll’s tent and rap softly at the entrance before pushing your way inside. You find him on his back on his bedroll, one arm behind his head and another holding a book up in front of his face.

“Hey you.” You say with a smile as you settle yourself onto Wyll’s bedroll next to him, nestling yourself into his side.

“Ah, what a beautiful sight.” He says, setting his book down.

“How are you?” You ask.

“Ah, fine.” He says, unable to meet your eyes for some reason.

You pick up on his unease and inquire further.

“Is something wrong?” You lift yourself onto your elbow so you can get a full view of his face.

“No! No of course not… I’m just… surprised to see you here tonight.” Wyll eventually gets out.

“I’m here nearly every night, Wyll… why wouldn’t I be here?” You furrow your brow.

“I heard some of your chat with Astarion.. I thought you might have taken him up on his offer…” Wyll says with a bit of a bitter bite to his words.

You become angry, sitting up fully now.

“You really think I would trade what we have for a frivolous romp with a vampire?” You spit out. “You would believe I’m that shallow?”

“No! It’s not that at all!” Wyll responds defensively, sitting up next to you. “I just thought you.. well… I’m sure you have needs and I… I-I mean w-we…” Wyll stutters pathetically, trying to pacify you as well as articulate his thoughts. “I-it doesn’t bother you? That w-we… haven’t?”

“GODS no!” You say with wide eyes. “If you think my interest in you is purely physical, you’re deeply mistaken. I want you, in every sense, not just like that.” You bring your hand to affectionately stroke his cheek. His eyes finally meet yours, it was clear he was embarrassed by his outburst of insecurity. “Wyll.. my sweet… I’d never rush into anything like that especially if you’re not ready-“

“And what if I said I am ready?” Wyll asks, much to your surprise.

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this just because that idiotic-“

“No, not because of him. I’ve been wanting this for some time… really since the night you kissed me, actually… I-I just… don’t want to disappoint you, make a fool of myself..” He interrupts you again, shaking his head.

You chuckle a bit, thumb caressing his face.

“Lovely boy, you could never disappoint me in that way. Of course I want all of you… but only if that’s truly what you desire.” You say as you lean in to nuzzle your nose against his. You notice Wyll’s cheeks flush deeper red.

Wyll smiles at you and tilts his head to press a passionate kiss on your lips. He starts to deepen the kiss by pressing his hand against the back of your head. You hum in contentment and bring your hand to stroke his chest while letting his mouth move against yours.

This kiss was different from the ones you had previously shared. There was an urgency, a neediness in the way Wyll devoured your lips that you had never experienced with him before. He pushes you down onto your back and hovers over you, giving you a chance to breathe.

“You’re sure?” You ask, wanting to be completely certain that he wasn’t acting on impulse due to the goading of his pallid traveling companion.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything, I promise.” Wyill assures you with a sweet kiss to your forehead before pulling back again. “Shall we continue?” He asks with a bit of a smirk.

“As you were, then!” You giggle and pull his face into your neck.

You feel Wyll hum in playful approval as his lips graze your sensitive skin. His stubble scratches against your flesh and you tremble instinctively. His plush lips begin to suckle passionate kisses into your neck, marking his territory and making you keen in response. You barely notice his left hand sliding your sleeping tunic over your body and stopping just before your breasts.

“M-may I?” Wyll asks, sheepishly.

You nod.

He gingerly lifts your clothing over your head and tosses it to the ground, leaving you in just your panties.

“Gods… you’re beautiful…” Wyll remarks as his eyes rake over your figure beneath him, a distinct sparkle in his good eye.

“You can touch me more, you know… anywhere you want…” You grab one of Wyll’s wrists and bring his hand up to rest on your breast.

Wyll’s eyebrows raise and he tentatively squeezes your supple flesh in his hand. You hum and wrap your arms around his neck. He grows bold enough to start rubbing circles around your nipple and you moan in approval.

“You can kiss them too, you- Oh!” You gasp as Wyll doesn’t even wait for you to finish your sentence before wrapping his lips around your pert nipple and sucking softly. You feel your cunt clench in anticipation, pushing out more slick to dampen the gusset of your cloth underwear… but you wouldn’t rush him. You were hellbent on letting Wyll take all the time he needed to explore your body.. and his own.

You feel him rut his clothed erection against your naked thigh as he suckles on your breast, kneading the other in his calloused hand.

“Ah!” You yelp as you feel sharp teeth bite down onto your erect nipple.

“Ah- sorry- I-“ Wyll pulls back and stutters out an apology.

“No, don’t apologize. I liked it.” You coo at Wyll, playing with the ends of his braids at the back of his neck with your fingers. “Made me so wet for you, love…” You kiss him again and slide off your underwear while distracting him with your lips.

You pull back and grin cheekily. Before Wyll can register your next move, you flip him over onto his back so that your nude form is straddling his hips.

“I think you have entirely too many clothes on.” You say in jest as you slide down his body to start untying his pants.

“Well, we should fix that that.” Wyll smiles and starts to pull his tank top over his head. He throws it to the ground to accompany your attire. You hastily unweave the threads on his trousers, frantic hands shaking in anticipation of what was to come. Wyll helps you pull them down and off his legs, thick, uncut length bobbing so harshly against his stomach that it grazes your cheek.

“Ah, sorry!” Wyll apologizes for his member hitting you in the face. “Is.. is it.. alright?” He asks nervously.

You grab Wyll’s cock gently and stroke it slowly. His knee twitches beneath you.

“Oh sweetheart, it’s more than alright.” You purr as you feel his weighty girth pulse in your palm. You position your body over his, nestling the mushroom tip of his cock between your slick folds, right at your entrance. “Is this alright, love?” You ask once more.

Wyll gulps and tries to buck his hips up into yours.

“Yes, yes gods yes! Please, I need to be inside you!” He pleads as he grips your hips roughly.

“Sweet boy…” You coo as you sink yourself down onto Wyll’s twitching cock. You moan as your hips meet his.

You weren’t sure how long you had your head thrown back, but once you opened your eyes and looked down at your lover, you saw him in the most beautiful state you’d ever seen. Wyll’s gaze was fixated on the seeping juncture of your two bodies, mesmerized at the way your lips stretched and spread open to accept his length. His mouth hung open in a permanent gasp, transfixed at the sight of your throbbing clit peeking out just above where he was buried inside of you.

“Is it good, love?” You ask as you begin to rock yourself forward.

“Shit-“ Wyll chokes out and his grip on your hips tightens. “It’s- it’s so good- hells!” He cries out and begins to pull you back and forth on his cock in time with your movements.

You moan and writhe, enjoying the way Wyll was letting you get yourself off on him as he sat back and obliged your every request. He was entranced by the vision of you above him, using his body to bring yourself to the precipice of pleasure.

“Oh, fuck…” You scratch your nails down Wyll’s chest as you bring yourself closer and closer to your high.

“My love- I..” Wyll gasps out as he feels his own climax hurtling towards him.

“I know, I know my sweet… Just a bit longer, please…” You sooth him with your words and light caresses down his abdomen. “I’m almost there…”

“Yes, use me… please…” Wyll cants up at you. “Kiss me…” He pants out.

You oblige and lean down to smash your mouth upon his. His tongue breaches your lips and your dam breaks, orgasm overtaking your body. You groan loudly into Wyll’s mouth as your hips jerk against his, cunt squeezing his length harshly in climax.

“I’m-! Ah! I love you!” Wyll blurts out, gripping your body tightly as he pumps you full of his seed. You feel hot ropes splatter against your walls and spill out around where his cock was plugged up inside you. You caught your breath as you felt the last twitches of release fill you. Once you were sure Wyll had finished, you gently lifted yourself off his softening cock and tucked yourself into his side on the bed.

You pulled the blanket over the two of you and snuggled into his chest as he turned towards you. You stroked your thumb across his cheek lovingly.

“Soooo… what did you think?” You ask playfully.

“I hate to admit that arsehole was right, but Astarion might have been onto something. I should have done this sooner.” Wyll remarks with a smirk.

You chuckle and kiss him.

“Let’s not let him know that.”

#baldurs gate fanfiction #baldurs gate smut #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 tav #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate fanart #wyll ravengard #wyll x tav #bg3 wyll #baldurs gate wyll #wyll romance #wyll ravenguard x tav #wyll ravenguard x reader #wyll smut #bg3 fic

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tvangelique · 30 days ago

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the west in common glory ✶

greetings. hello. hi. my name is solana . or tabby . [many other names said here] afro-asian. libra sun, pisces moon, capricorn rising. i was written by the cure and left in a time capsule. my mind is blown away by ancient history, you’ll find my awareness there, too.

sixteen . i go by she / her . a lesbian .. ? . i think ?? i like to kiss girls, and pretty boys when i’m half—aware of their masculinity ♡

frequently blogging : on a flip phone while on the coast of georgia

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i belong to creaky houses and holes in the walls. the universe in a physical form. a ton of physical forms. the universe has sparked me with the power of unpredictability and it’ll be a waste not to use it. barely online, i have the tendency to pop up and disappear until i’m on the other side of the country.

𝗁𝗆, 𝗁𝗎𝗆. favorite things .

my book. WOAH. so egotistical. i know. i’m autistic. (whomp whomp). i always give the advice to “write what you wanna read.”

i’m a daughter of cain, but i’m sure my profile screamed that already. given, i like the countryside (speaking as someone who’s lived there. twice!!!!), i like humid spring nights & biblical allegories

ancient rome captivated me. not too long ago, i happened to be in history, mourning julius caesar like he had laid across my own arms. i love gothic literature (interview with the vampire!!!! my beloved!!!), perhaps one day, i’ll touch up on yellowjackets .. and hannibal .. and—am i missing anything else?

a good instrumental + layering background vocals for the second rendition of the chorus + lyrics that even semi — relates to my own personal multiverse ????? everything. a romance sub - plot that ends in tragedy. btw. i never understood romeo and juliet.

“ . . . i was young & sweet

and then something happened. ”

um. confession. i have no idea how to use letterboxd. come back in a month or. two. but until then. here are some things i rate 5 stars.

sinners : ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

“ there has not been a day where the soundtrack has not blown my mind. i’m so serious. and that sequence.. if you know, you know. one of the best in modern cinema. such a thoughtful depiction of colonialism & the effects it has psychologically. and vampirism as a way to depict cultural assimilation into the majority.. just go watch the movie. ”

bones & all : ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

“ watched this recently and lord. actually a comfort-film for all the wrong reasons. first off, i’m a sucker for any metaphor with cannibalism, but i love how this especially ties into addiction and generational trauma. also. maren is me. that’s all. ”

tabby core: maren, bones & all. jinx, arcane. elphaba, wicked. rue, euphoria. lucy gray, hunger games (apparently???? many people have told me this???). gretchen, mean girls. claudia, interview with the vampire. coraline.

shifting realities. okay. to give a bit of a backstory, i’ve always been a spiritual kid. i was seven ? — years old when i stumbled upon those youtube spells. say 3 mantras, end it with “ to mote it be ” run out the room to see if my dolls have truly moved on their own or not. i grew up on fairy truths, BDA (believe, dream, achieve) if anyone remembers them.

anyway, i was with my father one day when i’ve seen that they had posted a video, but it didn’t have the words my brain was familiar with—no. my mantras were replaced with music, and a 20 second video became three minutes. i had no idea what i happened to be looking at, but it continued. i discovered subliminals in 2018, which i used religiously,

then. boom. i saw that iconic video about a girl shifting to hogwarts. swapped the hogwarts phase out for a naruto one and a over exaggerated streamer dr that included more musical numbers than i’m willing to admit. anyways. trial and error. i’ve smelt vanilla when i was sure we owned no scented candles. and i’ve never tried again.

until a book fell on my lap and my need for praise told me to “deal with it.”

#solanasreality #HEAVILY ib hrrtshape + kerryshifts

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sserpente · 9 months ago

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A blood bath to die a little death for (Kinktober #3)

You take a bath with Astarion. Oh, the things you can do in there...

A/N: I’ve been meaning to write this one for so long. It’s kind of inspired by that scene with Damon from The Vampire Diaries. Also, I think those “Baldurian” bathtubs are just super cute.

Words: 1073 Warnings: smut, blood play, biting

“You know for a rogue you are being incredibly loud and unsubtle. I can hear you breathing, Astarion. And that’s saying something because you don’t even need to breathe.” You chuckled when he snorted in response and moved out of the shadows.

The others were out, so it couldn’t have been anyone else secretly watching you bathe.

You flipped around in the wooden tub to face him with a smile. The warm water was pure heaven for your sore muscles. Besides, taking the time to do more than wash blood off your body after another fight, was a luxury at this point.

Astarion’s gaze drifted over your bare form. Hunger reflected in his red eyes, though you were not entirely sure which kind of hunger it was. Your smile widened.

“Care to join me? The tub is big enough for both of us.”

Another snort, this time an amused one.

“Darling, there is nothing I’d like more.”

“Take your clothes off then. You look pretty without them.”

Astarion laughed at your flirtation. Piece after piece, he removed his clothing until he was as naked as you were. You watched him as he climbed into the tub, his muscles dancing in the process. Damn…he might have been the one who was the vampire but he did look like a snack. Not only was he handsome and sexy but he was also beautiful. Not many men could claim they were.

“Are you done admiring me, my love?”

You giggled when you were caught and moved over to him to straddle his lap, your arms wrapping around his neck.

“I’m hoping that we can take baths together every night once this is all over.”

He smirked. “I hope so too. Without our…companions, mind you.”

“Of course. We’ll find our own cosy little spot somewhere here in Baldur’s Gate. Although it will probably take me a while to adjust my sleep schedule to yours.”

“You…you would?”

“Of course. How else would we spend time together? And we’ll have a massive bedroom with a king-size bed and black-out curtains so you don’t have to worry about the sun.”

“We’ll have only one bed?”

You hummed at his adorable question. Sometimes it still seemed like he couldn’t quite believe you wanted to be with him.

“We will. Why? Are you scared I’ll bite?” You chuckled at your own joke.

Astarion wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. “Very funny, darling. But…truth be told…I’m feeling a bit peckish.”

You rested your forehead against his. “Go ahead. We’re alone.”

“Indeed we are, my love. Indeed we are.”

You expected him to playfully pull you by the hair to reveal your neck to him. Instead, he spread your legs further and bucked his hips. Oh. He was rock-hard.

“So that’s the kind of hunger we’re talking about right now?” you asked with a grin.

“I say we make use of the time as long as we’re…undisturbed.”

“And you’re sure you want to? We don’t have to have sex just because we have a moment to ourselves…”

Astarion shut you up with a kiss. “I have been waiting to get you alone, darling.”

“If…you’re sure…” you breathed out when his erection pressed against your outer lips. It was as if he’d pressed a button to turn you on. With every playful stroke up to tease your clit you grew wetter for him, ready to take him.

“Astarion…” His name left your lips like a prayer when you sank down on top of him, letting him impale you on his cock. He growled as if he was about to devour you when you bucked your hips to meet his thrusts in the warm water, your limbs still entwined.

There was something about doing it in the bathtub, enveloped by warmth and silky wetness. Astarion seemed to think so too. His strokes were frantic as if he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to take things slowly or chase his orgasm.

Your eyes met and you smiled, your lips slightly parted. Continuous moans escaped you whenever he hit one of those hidden pleasure spots until eventually, he pressed you up against him so he was sheathed inside you to the hilt, and his pelvis ground against your clit. Oh, good gods…

“Go on…ride me,” he purred.

He didn’t need to tell you twice. Hunting your own pleasure until he was satisfied with you, you did just that until you were on the brink of orgasm, ready to fall—into a rabbit hole of bliss and his arms. Astarion was a surprisingly patient lover and he claimed that he loved the feeling of you clenching around him when you came, milking him for all he was worth.

You expected him to follow you as soon as your climax hit you and pleasure rippled through you like a thunderstorm. Instead, he bared his fangs and bit down on your shoulder—hard.

Blood poured from the sloppy wound, covering your back, your chest and eventually mixing with the bath water. You moaned at the foreign intrusion of his teeth in your skin as he lapped up your blood and drank his fill until the continued rocking of your hips stole away his composure too.

Astarion followed you down the abyss of pleasure, his cock twitching inside you and filling you with his seed all the while his fangs were still buried in your shoulder. You were both shuddering from satisfaction by the time he pulled away and gasped for air, a small trickle of blood running down the corner of his mouth. You longed to wipe it away with your thumb, to taste your blood on his lips.

“Hmm…you taste best when you’re aroused, darling.”

“G-Good…to know?” You chuckled weakly, shifting a little on his lap to feel his softening member inside of you still. “We’ll need another bath now, look at this.”

You gestured at the bloody bath water. Astarion laughed. A surprised moan escaped your lips when his tongue darted out to lick away the remaining blood dripping over your right breast, his mouth lingering around your hardened nipple for just a little too long. “We best get started then. Although I don’t think I would mind the others seeing us like this…they can all know you’re mine.”

You shook your head and kissed him on the lips. You already saw yourself stealing some scrolls from Gale to make the water fill up faster.

#astarion #astarion imagine #astarion x you #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion smut #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 imagine #bg3 #bg3 imagine #neil newbon #astarion ancunin

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pupmkincake2000 · 14 days ago

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I've been thinkin that maybe... HankCon is just ahead of its time?

I’ve been thinking about why Hank x Connor gets so much resistance in fandom spaces. Why it’s so often called “gross” or “problematic,” while similar ships get a pass. And I keep circling back to this: the only thing separating HankCon from being socially acceptable for many people… is Hank’s age.

Not his behavior (he’s not manipulative, controlling, or emotionally immature) Not Connor’s arc (he’s not a child, not passive, not unsure of what he wants) Just age. Just the fact that Hank is in his 50s and Connor looks like he’s in his 30s (some even say 20s)

But here’s the thing... if Connor were human, this pairing still wouldn’t be automatically unhealthy. Adults in their 30s and 50s do form relationships. They fall in love. They find something steady in each other: stability, care, intensity, balance. And when it’s built on mutual respect? There’s nothing wrong with it.

It’s just not common, and that makes people suspicious.

Now put that same dynamic in a sci-fi setting where one of them is a hyper-intelligent android who doesn’t age, doesn’t biologically “mature,” and forms attachments through experiential data, not hormones… and suddenly that same age gap becomes a moral panic?

Connor’s sense of commitment doesn’t rely on age or experience in the human sense. He’s not moving through time waiting to “grow into” his feelings. His choices are shaped by logic, observation, and a sharp understanding of the people around him.

Hank on the other hand... Age has a way of making people second-guess what they can offer, especially when standing beside someone who still has so much ahead. But love doesn’t follow a schedule. The worth of a bond isn’t measured by how many years someone has left, but by what they choose to build with the time they have.

We romanticize gods and mortals, vampires and teenagers, 300-year-old elves and rookies. We let androids who’ve been alive for three months fall in love with other androids or humans. But the moment one of them is partnered with a man in his 50s, suddenly the whole dynamic is tainted?

I don’t buy it.

I think HankCon makes people uncomfortable not because it’s poorly written, but because it refuses to align with an idea of “acceptable” love. Because it says that you don’t need to be the same age, or at the same place in life, to choose each other.

You just need honesty. Trust. Willingness.

Maybe one day we’ll stop seeing love between a 50yo man and someone who chooses him freely as a tragedy or a compromise. Maybe we’ll start seeing it for what it is. A kind of emotional equality that goes deeper than years.

Until then, yeah... maybe HankCon is ahead of its time. Because it asks you to imagine love that isn’t sanitized, or symmetrical, or young. And that’s not a flaw. That’s the point.

#hank anderson #dbh hank #dbh #dbh rk800 #dbh connor #connor x hank #detroit: become human #detroitbecomehuman #detroit become human #hankcon #rk800 #connor rk800 #detroit rk800 #shipping discourse #fandom problems #fandom

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papathe5th · 2 months ago

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I have thoughts about Vampire Perpetua that keep nibbling at my brain like little piranhas and I must share them lest I lose my mind. (This isn’t a request or anything. I just want to yap about the Purple Creature Man)

I can’t stop thinking about the implications of Vampire Perpetua and how that might impose limits/challenges with getting what he wants. (This can work in many many ways, but I’m thinking in terms of sex specifically right now)

Maybe there’s a Sibling of Sin that Perpetua is 1000% attracted to. Everything about them calls to him. He gets one whiff of their scent and immediately pops a boner he can’t ignore.

And I keep thinking about this scenario where maybe one night, he visits this Sibling of Sin at their dorm room in the Ministry. He just wants to see them. Wants to desire them, maybe eye-fuck them a bit while they talk. He’s talking with them about something - maybe their daily tasks at the Ministry or an upcoming event. There’s some flirting, some reciprocating, some tension. And Perpetua is straining in the doorway of their dorm. He can’t get to them because they haven’t invited him in. He’s so aroused it hurts. He’s inched as close as he possibly can, but he’s fucking stuck in the doorway (bonus points if the Sibling of Sin is completely oblivious to Perpetua’s plight. Maybe he just likes doorways 🤷‍♀️).

But eventually, the Sibling of Sin invites him in, saying they can make some tea if he’s planning to stay and talk for a while.

Of course, they have no idea that they’ve just invited a ravenously horny vampire into their dorm, and they go about making tea like there isn’t a Creature of the Night breathing raggedly in the entryway.

Needless to say, the minute he steps into their room and gets hit with a wall of their scent, Perpetua goes fucking feral.

(And of course, the Sibling is more than happy to let a feral Perpetua have his way with them)

Also a tiny nibblet that I thought of as I was writing this: what if Vampire Perpetua has to be invited to fuck someone? Definitely don’t think about denying him the invitation until he breaks past frustration and just starts begging. Nooo….totally don’t think about that…

(Oh my god this is so long I’m so sorry!!!)

Firstly, do not apologise for giving me this tasty treat. I’ve been chewing on it for a few hours now, so thank you for the food for thought.

Secondly, while you did mention this wasn’t a prompt, I am going to spice things up under the cut.

Papa V Perpetua blinks and you’re gasping for air, your chest rising and falling against his, and your back against the wall.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t know what came over him. It was the your scent, your warmth and your welcoming smile. You had invited the dark into your candlelit room and the dark had overwhelmed you.

Though, to tell you the truth, he doesn’t know how there is still the shadow of a smile on your face. You are at the mercy of his animal instincts, yet you still look up at him as if he were Satan on Earth.

“Your Unholiness,” you whisper, still sucking in breaths. “So it is all true? You are not of this world?”

Papa is also panting, holding back the beast while still greedily scenting the air. And he can barely contain himself when you tremble against him and he tastes the sweetness of your sweat. And the saltiness of your arousal.

“You knew?” He asks, looking more afraid than you were feeling. “You knew all along and still invited me into…into your room?”

“I didn’t know,” you shake your head. Now you are afraid that you have displeased him. “I had hope.”

“Oh,” his lips formed around the sound before they stretched into a wide smile that revealed two rows of teeth, each one sharper than the next. “Then you know I need to be invited in as well.”

A claw came to rest under your chin, barely scraping your skin as it stroked it. His eyes pierced more deeply, now that they were open wide and blown out like a predator’s.

“I…I have already invited you in.” You leaned into his touch, turning your head up and letting his heavy , hot breath wash over your parted, puffy lips.

“You have to invite me in,” Papa punctuates the sentence by shoving his knee between your thighs.

“You have power over me,” you sigh, wearing a smile of your own.

“No,” he admits through his gritted, greedy teeth. “Not unless you put it in my hands.” And he grabbed your ass with his other pair of claws, lifting you up to ride him.

You realised with a satisfied sigh that you can rub yourself to completion on his tensed up thigh, but he wasn’t allowed to move a muscle. Not without your spoken permission.

You decide to test this theory, to watch his nostrils flare and his drool pool, while you hold onto his shoulders and slide your covered sex up and down his leg.

“You smell like you’re close,” Papa himself declares, his voice a snarl. “Like you’re about…about to burst.”

You moaned instead of answering. It made the swelling in his pants twitch against your pelvis as you pressed yourself against it.

“I could take you there,” he swore, sucking air through his teeth. “Heaven or Hell, wherever you like.”

You were getting close, the look of desire in his demonic left eye helping you glide better along his thigh.

“Just say the word. Please. Please, just say the word.” Papa was panting again, barely getting his breaths in.

“What word?”

“There are three,” he corrects himself, forehead falling against yours, his mask cold against your heated forehead. “Come to me.”

“And…and if I say these three words?”

“I will c—“ he gasps, your crotch now sopping wet as it edged closer to his clothed cock. He takes a deep whiff. Then, he continues. “You will come.”

“I will come?”

“Over and over and over,” he bit his own lip instead of yours. He didn’t have permission to. “I beg of you, let me…let me come to you.”

Wrapping your arms around the back of his head, you speak into his mouth, breathing life into his undead mouth. “Come to me, Papa.”

#papa v perpetua #papa v perpetua x reader #the band ghost #ghost #papa v #papa 5 #inbox #apocalypticwafflekitten #v is for vampire

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thebrothel · 5 months ago

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Heyyyy❤️ I’m here for the sleepover and I hope I’m not late😅 I don’t know what I’m asking for, anything honestly, but I’ve been thinking a lot about my man Nightwalks and his friendship with baby Vamp. I love their bromance so much and I’m definitely not opposed to be in that sandwich. So what if my car breaks down and it’s raining and I happen to walk to the brothel to ask for help and Nws and Vamp take me to their room to warm me up and Vamp is sweet and a little shy and Nws is 🥵🫠😵‍💫 asdfghjkl ya know, does his thing (this scenario brought me comfort when I was sick the last time🥹) I’m not even asking for smut. Just anything about these two will make me happy❤️😍

Love y’all and love you, Toxy💖💖💖

men of the night

After blowing out your tire, you pull into a sprawling, wooded estate. It's a foggy evening, and you get quite a scare. But your luck turns around when a mysterious man carries you to safety.

STARRING: vampire!Joel x f!reader x night walks!joel

LENGTH: 3.6k words

CONTENT: 18+ comfort, smut, minor injury, blood

NOTES: Love you, kate! I'm so happy these two bring you comfort. Ty ALL for your patience and support. Hope y'all enjoy this one. I do. 🩷

Your phone has been dead for a while by the time your tire pops. As your car hobbles along, you have no choice but to turn into the first driveway you see. Two big, steel gates are sitting open enough for you to pull in. Just after dusk, a dense fog has settled over the area.

What is this place?

You drive slowly, looking for signs of life. Someone you can ask for help, or at least to use their phone.

The road is winding. There are woods, lots of woods. When the tread falls off your tire completely, you’re still in a remote part of the complex, but you have no choice but to pull over.

It starts raining.

You get out your tire-changing supplies and you’re taking the spare tire out of your trunk when an imposing figure appears in your peripheral vision. You stare at the tire and freeze. Your heart races. You’d know that figure anywhere. That stance. But it must be your imagination. Michael Myers isn’t stalking around some remote old estate waiting for a victim to blow out their tire. It’s probably the property owner. . . or groundskeeper. Huge groundskeeper. By the time you find the courage to look in the hulking figure’s direction, he’s gone. You exhale in relief, but then–are you hearing things, or are there footsteps receding into the forest?

You need a minute. Deep breaths.

Several deep breaths. Eyes closed.

Then, back to the task at hand.

You start using the tire jack and a sharp corner slices a hot line across the heel of your palm. “Shit,” you whisper.

You’re staring at your hand when a gentle voice some distance behind you calls, “Hey, You okay?” You jump and gasp, and he says, “Didn’t mean to scare ya, sorry.”

You look over to see the silhouette of a man in a cape approaching. As his form pushes through the fog, you can see it’s not a cape, it’s a cardigan. He has the face of a kind professor. “Lost?” he asks, and his nose twitches. You stand up to face him, and his eyes fall on your bleeding hand. “Oh, fuck,” he mutters then yanks his eyes back to your face. He swallows and takes a handkerchief out of his cardigan then steps forward and hands it to you. “Here,” he whispers, then backs up and turns away to offer you a private moment, putting his hands back in his pockets.

You thank him.

His adam’s apple bobs with a swallow, then he inhales through his nose and tilts his head up to the sky and mutters “Jesus.” He takes a deep breath through his mouth and composes himself, then forces a chuckle as he looks at you again. “All good?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you confirm.

“Sorry, I’m Vahh....” his voice trails off as he realizes how strange this situation must be for you already, without knowing his condition. “Vam. You can call me Vam,” he decides.

"Vam," you repeat, then share your name in return.

Your face is overcome with horror, but not at him. You're looking just over his shoulder, toward the woods. He turns to see what you’re looking at–who you’re looking at–Michael Myers, towering in a faded navy jumpsuit, mask and all.

“Mike,” Vamp acknowledges the enormous slasher, then turns back to you to explain, “He prob’ly just wants to help.”

You swallow and your eyes gaze over. You’re still staring over Vamp’s shoulder when Michael lifts up a big wrench. Your eyelashes flutter and your knees buckle under you.

“Oh, sweetheart-” Vamp lunges forward and catches you in his arms as you lose consciousness. “Oh boy,” he mutters to himself.

Michael is still standing there.

Vamp tells him, “Yeah–I’ll uh–you take care’a that, I’ll take care’a her.”

Michael gives a single slow nod, then goes to the stripped tire, tools in tow. Vamp holds you securely with one muscular arm, then the other, as he takes his cardigan off and wraps it around you. “There ya go,” he whispers to you in your sleep, then scoops you up. “I’ve got ya, sweetheart.”

It's not a short walk, and vamp does his best to ignore the beautiful scent wafting from your hand. He passes the front of the mansion and no one notices, they're all watching tv together. Something exciting. A couple of them are bickering. Others are glued to the screen. For a moment, vamp wonders if he's missing a watch party, but he's far more intrigued by you.

As the road winds around back and vamp nears the joel mansion’s basement, you wake up in his arms.

He feels your body tense as you lift your head up and ask, “Where am I?”

“My buddy's place, he’s a real good guy, we’ll get ya dry, and warm, get ya back to your car….”

He seems to carry you effortlessly. You can hardly take your eyes away from his face. He’s handsome and familiar. His eyes nearly glow. Is he real? Is any of this? You wrap your hands around his neck to get a better look. He presses his lips together and gives you a shy look, holding you, a stranger, in a bridal carry with his handkerchief wrapped around your sliced hand and his cardigan wrapped around your body. Your hair has gotten misty in the fog and drizzle, and so has his.

“Who are you?” you ask.

He exhales through pursed lips before answering, "I'm Vam, remember?”

Your eyelashes flutter heavily again.

“Hey, you’re okay, sweetheart” he reassures you. “You’re okay.”

In lieu of knocking at the basement door, Joel taps it with his boot a few times. “N-dub,” he whispers, not wanting to disturb you.

As the door opens, a man is saying, “No more edibles, man. You gotta…” but his voice trails off when he sees you in Vamp’s arms, wrapped up in the cardigan. He’s speechless. He steps out of the way.

He’s handsome, too. You’re in a daze, but god, he's good looking, and he's got this vibe, you can tell that much. He has a joint behind his ear and his eyes are slightly glassy. The place smells of weed with a hint of patchouli and shaving cream.

“Shit, man. Where’d you take her from?” the basement owner asks.

“SHH!” Vamp responds. “I didn’t take her. She was stranded in the rain.”

“She okay?”

“Yeah,” you answer for yourself.

“Michael scared her,” Vamp explains.

“Well shit, guess we’ve all been there,” the man with the vibe says and closes the door behind you.

You feel strangely at ease in the basement. It feels familiar, like a place you’ve been in your dreams or fantasies, but hadn’t fully visualized. At the same time, it feels foreign, like it’s a familiar place in a strange location. A little darker, maybe. A little off. But still, the strong sense that you belong somehow.

Vamp sets you down in an easy chair and they both stand there looking at you, then each other.

The pothead steps forward and squats next to the chair to have a better look. He gently nudges your chin to look toward him, and keeps his hand there. His eyes soften and he bites half his bottom lip as he admires your features, then says, “Well, god damn. . .” Then, as his hand leaves your face, his forearm brushes the cardigan and he feels the light misting of rain on it. “Let’s get you dry,” he offers, and nudges the cardigan open.

Hunger overtakes his face as he catches a glimpse of your body in your rain-soaked clothes. He doesn’t bother averting his eyes from your tits until you accidentally cough.

Vamp reacts, “we gotta hurry, she's getting sick,” and goes to check the closet. “Where are all your clothes?” he asks his best friend.

“Laundry day,” the basement dweller answers. “Shit.”

You ask, “You got a robe or something?”

“Uh, yeah,” he retreats to his bathroom.

Vamp takes the opportunity to discreetly tell you, “Hey, I think he’s kinda into you. So if he makes you uncomfortable at all…”

“I can handle it,” you smile, and you get butterflies at the thought. “What’d you call him? Indub?” you ask.

Vamp chuckles. “That's just his initials. It's Night walks,” vamp answers.

“First name ‘knight’?”

“No you say it like one word, nightwalks.”

“Nightwalks and Vam, huh?”

Vamp nods, then asks, “You want a bath to warm up?”

“Uhhh… I am kinda chilly, yeah”

He calls over to the bathroom, “Hey nightwalks? Draw her a bath while you’re in there.”

“Do what to the bath?” night walks laughs at the old fashioned term.

“Run a bath, man. C’mon.”

The water starts, and night walks emerges holding a silk, leopard print robe. He lets it hang over his muscular shoulder as he kneels to take your shoes and socks off.

Vamp leaves to attend to the bath.

You giggle and flinch as your second sock is pulled off.

“Ticklish?” Night walks smiles, eyebrows up.

You shrug demurely.

He prowls up the lazy chair hovering over you, then kinda hugs you, hooking one strong arm under your back. “Let’s get you outta this,” he murmurs.

You stand, and he helps for balance to make sure you’re not too dizzy.

“I’m okay,” you whisper, and he lets you stand on your own two feet.

He nudges the cardigan off your shoulders and it falls behind you. His eyes scan your body then meet your eyes again. You rub your lips together trying not to flirt with him, but there’s a cheeky sparkle behind your eyes. There’s something darker but equally charming behind his.

And there’s a calming energy that seems to waft from him to you. Comfort and desire is thick in the air.

He begins to take your clothes off, slow and intimate as if he doesn’t know how to do it any other way. His warm hands glide over your hips and up your sides as he lifts your thin, wet shirt.

He lets you keep on the undershirt for now. Not that it makes much of a difference.

He stares at your tits, nipples blazing through the damp, thin undershirt. No bra.

“Freeballin’,” he nods in approval. “My kinda’ girl.”

You can’t help but giggle at that.

He adjusts himself, making your loins buzz, then he kneels to unbutton your jeans. As he takes down the zipper, your face heats up as you remember the panties you’re wearing - they’re printed with a she-devil whose tail points down to your cunt.

“Oohh,” He coos nearly under his breath, “We got a bad girl here.”

You cringe at yourself and mutter, “oh, god,”

He looks up and doesn’t laugh. “My kinda girl,” he repeats, locking eyes with yours.

As he takes your pants down, his hands glide down and around your hips and linger on your ass for a squeeze. “God damn,” he whispers.

Once your pants are off, for the first time, he notices the bloody handkerchief in your hand. It had been tighter in the clutches of your fist before.

“Oh, shit,” he comments. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just a little cut,” you answer and glance at it to check. “It's fine, it stopped bleeding.”

He takes the handkerchief from you and discards it on the chair. He inspects your palm. “I dunno if I got any first aid shit,” he mutters to himself.

“It’s fine, really,” you reassure him. He holds your hand, inspecting your palm, then looks at your face again. His eyes fall on your mouth and he seems to forget what he was thinking about. He wets his lips. “God damn, you’re hot,” he murmurs.

“Thanks,” you whisper, thinking the same about him.

He laces his fingers with yours as he steps even closer, then he brings his hands to your waist.

Your head tilts upward, watching him look back and forth between your eyes.

He leans in and your lips meet.

There’s a spark, more of a spark than you’ve ever felt, and he must feel it, too. He slips his tongue into your mouth as his hand meanders and grabs your ass. “Mm,” he hums into your mouth. You put your arms around his neck and he pulls you against him. A warm bulge throbs against you, making you moan into his mouth.

He breaks the kiss to murmur, “There’s my bad girl,” then he kisses you again and crosses his hands behind your back to take off your undershirt.

He takes a long, deep breath as he looks at your tits, then urgently pulls you up against him again, one hand cradling your head as he feeds you his tongue

He grinds against you as you kiss, and your fingers lift the back of his shirt. He takes it off, breathing heavily, then says, “c’mere, baby.” His lips attack your neck as his thumbs hook into your panties and pull them down below your ass cheeks. He gives you a little spank then groans into your neck.

Fuck, he's hot.

His palm slides down your crack and between your legs until his middle finger can feel your dripping hole. “Hell yeah,” he breathes against your neck as he reaches further. Then he breaks away from your neck and wedges his other hand in between the two of you to finger you from the front. The hand in the back palms a cheek, fingers spanning quite a distance on your skin.

He rubs you from the front and you moan. “Yeah, that's right, sugar.” He closes his eyes and tilts his head slightly upward as he touches you, letting himself get absorbed entirely by the feeling of you in his hands.

You're hypnotized by the veins on his neck and the rhythm of his fingers through your slick.

The way he touches you, it’s like he knows exactly what you like. And his hands, they feel so…

“Oh, daddy,” the word slips from your lips and he replies, “Mmm,” and looks down to observe your face of pleasure. He grinds himself against your hip as he fingers you just the way you like. Like he'd done it dozens of times before - to you.

“Yeah, cum for daddy,” he breathes then nudges your forehead with his nose, prompting you to lift your chin for his lips to take yours again.

He moans into your mouth, the shape of his cock stiff against your hip through his PJs, his hand between your legs, and one on your ass.

As his fingers push you over the edge, you break away to moan, then stifle it in his bare shoulder, gently biting.

“Good girl,” he whispers, “fuck yeah.”

You cum in the palm of his hand, and he moans.

“Attagirl,” he breathes, “fuck.”

He shudders and groans, then his hard-on throbs against you and a warm, wet spot spreads through his PJ pants.

“Damn,” he mutters.

A short sigh comes from behind you.

“Hey “ Night walks greets vamp matter of factly as he catches his breath. He looks vamp up and down and vamp casually covers his crotch, prompting a smirk from night walks.

Vamp clears his throat, “Bath’s ready.”

“Thanks,” night walks says. “Now I need one too,” he chuckles, then turns his attention back to you. “You’re real damn hot, you know that?”

He kisses you gently on the mouth then says, “finish this later,” with a wink. He pulls your soaked panties from your thighs down to your feet and helps you into the silk robe.

You make your way into the bathroom and Vamp lingers in the living room with night walks. Never judging, he’s simply raising his eyebrows in a question - how did that happen?

“Just happened, man,” night walks says, then squints. “She familiar to you?”

“Uh, YEAH,” vamp agrees. “Smells familiar.”

Night walks sucks his slick fingers and says, "Tastes familiar."

“Nice bathroom,” you announce, and both men file into the room to see if you need anything. “Never seen a bathtub this big,” you add, stretching out your arms, tits on display.

Night walks takes the opportunity to ask, “Want some company?”

“Sure,” you smile, and he takes down his pj pants.

“Room for three?” night walks asks on behalf of his buddy.

“Yeah,” you agree.

Night walks asks, “You wanna be sandwiched or wanna look at his pretty face?” He can’t let vamp sit behind you. Too much neck access.

“I’ll take the extra body heat,” you answer with a flash of your eyebrows.

Night walks gets in the bath behind you and settles his legs outside yours. You can feel all of him against your back. He sneaks in a squeeze of both tits as vamp prepares to get in front of you.

Vamp is a solidly built man. Not in a distinctly muscular way. A little softer than night walks, but he’s just so broad. His back flexes as he gets into the tub and rests back on you. His hair smells nice. And your tits feel amazing against his back.

Sandwiched between them, you feel their breathing. You just sit and feel it for you don’t know how long. Your breathing synchronizes. All three of you.

You’re almost lulled asleep--maybe you even are asleep-- until vamp gasps softly.

You look down to see a faint red plume coming from your hand.

“Oh, crap,” you react.

“He can take care’a it,” Night walks murmurs, sounding half asleep. “He’s got ya.”

“How?” you ask.

“Kiss it better, man,” night walks encourages, then sighs with how comfortable he is with you nestled between his legs, laid back on his chest. He gets a waft of your hair and sighs, “Mm.”

“You gonna kiss it better?” you ask vamp with a giggle.

“Sure, I can if ya want,” he offers and holds your wrist. He plants a kiss on the lower end of your wound, letting his lips linger long enough to inhale as much of your scent his nostrils can get.

It’s not just a kiss. To the naked eye, it’s just a kiss, but it feels like more. It feels like healing. It feels almost like...pleasure. He takes his lips away and the part he kissed is no longer bleeding.

“Whoa,” you whisper.

“Pretty cool, huh?” Night walks mutters over your ear.

“You want more?” vamp asks.

“Yeah,” you answer. No brainer.

Night walks takes your un-injured hand around to vamp’s abdomen and rests it on vamp’s thick, semi-hard, uncut cock. The shape under your hand sends a pang of desire down your spine and between your legs.

“might lose a little blood,” vamp warns. “But not much.” He brings your hand to his mouth, kisses your wound again, starting at the top and sliding his lips all the way down it. Then he shifts his lips a bit, and something smooth begins to slowly trace the cut as his lips slide back up the wound. You feel a suction along the cut, and at the same time, his cock stiffens under your palm. You reflexively palm his shaft, holding it against his stomach.

The suction in your palm feels good. Your nipples harden and a rush of pleasure shoots down your chest, then lower.

“Oh, god,” you whisper.

When he reaches the top of the cut, his lips break away with a moan, as you continue to massage him. “More?” he asks breathily.

You nod, “please.”

He repeats the process, ever so slowly, twice. . .and you go from massaging his cock to pumping it, until he’s coming against his stomach underwater, moaning into your hand.

When night walks slips his hand between you and vamp, you realize your hips have been moving, seeking pressure. Night walks finishes you off, and God, you cum hard.

Night walks’s dick is hard against your back, and you’d love to do something for him, but you’re utterly spent. Your palm looks good as new, and you can hardly keep your eyes open. Vamp twists his torso to look back and check in on you. He idly tongues his sharp incisor.

You look at him, eyelashes fluttering and say, “You’re….” He closes his lips and swallows, and he looks away, expecting you to say that word he doesn’t like. But you don’t. . . “Special,” you say, making his heart swell.

“You too,” he whispers as your eyelids fall shut.

Your head lulls back against night walks and he asks vamp, “she okay?”

“Yeah,” vamp answers. “Most people can’t process that kind of pleasure their first time.”

“That’s why she’s passed out? God damn,” night walks says. “We’re the dream team, buddy.”

“Let’s get her to bed,” Vamp says.

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“This is all good, right?” vamp asks night walks as they get you situated nude in the bed. All three of you are dried off.

“Yeah, bud,” night walks reassures vamp in a whisper. “We’ve got a duty to act.”

“That’s doctors,” vamp replies, then lowers his whisper more. “Not….men of the night.”

“Shhh,” night walks replies. "we gotta keep her warm."

You stir and let out a sigh. Vamp is wearing silky shorts and night walks is in fresh boxer briefs.

They settle in on either side of you. After a minute, vamp whispers, “hey, n-dub?”

“Yeah?”

“Is she really familiar to you?”

“Yeah,” night walks answers unequivocally.

“Me too,” vamp agrees. “I think she–”

“Let’s talk about it later,” night walks whispers.

“Yeah,” vamp agrees.

“Get some sleep, man,” night walks encourages.

Vamp starts to respond, “I…” then doesn’t bother. “Yeah.”

“Oh. Sorry, bud.”

“It’s okay,” vamp says, then asks, “but hey, if I go in my restful state, will you rouse me if you're gonna fuck her?”

“I think you'll be ‘roused,” night walks chuckles. “But sure, buddy.”

Vamp gets up on his elbow, then hovers over your face. strokes your cheek and plants a kiss on your forehead. “Sweet dreams,” he whispers.

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I sincerely hope y'all enjoyed this as much as I did 💕. Ty kate for the prompt that kinda led me to write a comfort fic for myself too lol.

Note: in English, "woman of the night" is a tame or old fashioned way of saying female sex worker

#brothel sleepover 💕#vampire!joel #night walks!joel #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #toxicanonymity ☠️#cw daddy kink #nightvamp

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