#But the vampire ending makes sense. Like how the fuck can they be in love đ
âOneâs humanityâ is something that can be assessed and confirmed by a single action, huhâŚ
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Iâm a fierce believer and defender of Smooth Brain Astarion (affectionate).
I love that, if left to his own devices, he ends up dead in a ditch. I love that this pasty menace of an elf is a walking disaster. I love that his brain produces one coherent thought per day, only to have it backfire on him later on. I love that his first choice in freedom is to unapologetically be the worst version of himself. Because it makes sense.Â
Thatâs what abuse and trauma do to your brainâthey fuck with it.Â
And in Astarionâs defence, the man didnât have to use his brain for nearly 200 yearsâitâs probably the very thing that kept him as alive as he can be; to survive 200 years of pure shit.Â
And what use is his brain when his days and nights are dictated by someone else for as long as he can remember? When he has no say in what clothes he wears. When he doesnât get to choose what or when to eat. When his body and mind arenât his own, distorted by torture and hunger and self-loathing, forced to obey his vampiric master. Why use his brain when his survival depends exclusively on his abuserâs whims?Â
Astarion couldâve come up with the most brilliant plan possible to escape Cazador or save a mark from their doom, but he never stood a chance of succeedingâwhich doesnât mean that he didnât get punished for trying (or even thinking about it) anyway.
Existing under Cazador was a game he couldnât win, so why bother playing?Â
And itâs only by chance that Astarionâs autonomy is returned to him literally overnight. Itâs only natural that heâs overwhelmed by his newfound freedom. How is he expected to make sound decisions when he canât even recall a time when he could do and say as he pleased?Â
Of course Astarion is a walking disaster when he finds himself on that beach after the Nautiloid crashâand heâs fully aware of that! Thatâs why itâs so crucial for him to get on the playerâs/other companionâs good side.
Heâs self-aware enough to be so insecure about himself that he would rather trust a strangerâs capabilities than his own.Â
Being a catastrophe of a person is part of Astarionâs character journey. Not only does he have to reclaim his personhood, he has to learn how to depend on his own brain again and I think that's such a painfully beautiful, important message Baldurâs Gate 3 sends.Â
Because healing isnât pretty. Nor is it easy.
Youâre not alright the moment youâre free of whatever horrors you had to live throughâand thatâs ok! Thereâs time and room for you to adjust.Â
And the moment Astarion feels more or less safe within his new environment, when heâs fed and treated like a person worthy of respect and consideration, his insights, skills and perception are crucial assets to the group.
Astarion knows his art and literature, and although his little remarks are unhinged at times, he's genuinely witty. Even his objections are, considering the circumstances, absolutely legitimate.
Personally, I love seeing Smooth Brain Astarion become more and more secure in his judgement the more Tav/other companions trust and support him.
Astarion is smart, his brainâs just been stewed for nearly 200 years.
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I can't stop thinking how it would be like if Lestat had his interview with Daniel instead of Louis:
"He was the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He also hated himself, which always helps."
"And then he accused me of killing his brother. As if I didn't wait respectful three days after his death to ask Louis back to my bed."
"His mother was hateful. I could smell it. Great fashion sense though. Dark green was in season at the time."
"I turned him in a church. It was...Oh Daniel, the English language fails to capture the picture. Mainly because it's a garbage language."
"He was really freaking out about the baby, like they can't make a new one."
"And then he went into the woods with him. Like a common prostitute."
"So, Daniel, wanna fuck?"
"Naturally Claudia was an ungratefull little brat, who would be nothing without me. But she at least hunted people, which was more than what Louis was doing. Do you have any idea how humiliating it is to live with a vampire who hunts vermin? Like a glorified house cat. Which he also ate. I was disgusted and yet I never judged him for it."
"I record one duet and suddenly I am cheating. I mean I was and he did catch me in bed with her, but he was such an over-reacter Daniel I am telling you."
"She didn't want to finish THE GAME?!!! Who does that?!! What kind of self-absorbed, inffuriating- NO I WILL NOT CALM DOWN!!!! *French cursing*"
"So, I turned her into a vampire. In retrospect it was a waste of time and blood. She lasted like two months. And ugh, the attitude."
"Louis cried, he still loved me I could see it. I could feel it. Claudia just used me as an ink bottle. I had to respect the commitment. Follow through was something Louis always strugled with."
"No, but seriously Daniel, I think we should fuck."
"And he put me in a light oak coffin that opened from the inside. After I specifically requested Rosewood. I know it was Claudia's doing."
"In the end *dramatic pause* I ate the rats. When I was younger I thought I would rather have been dead than to stoop so low, but here we were."
"I miss him Daniel, he was the reason I wanted to survive. Claudia hopefully perished in Central Europe somewhere. With her mismatched skirts."
"I won't turn you, but I can give you a night you won't forget until the end of you pathetic little human existance. You can top I don't care."
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My Fanfiction Master List
All fics can also be found on my AO3.
The following have accidentally turned into a series, although each can be read as a standalone.
Mostly Astarion x female Tav / reader, with appearances from other companions.
To summarise: a take on Astarion's relationship progression with a hectic, unhinged bardlock Tav. Mostly humour and banter, fluff with light angst. And then there's the smut.
Ongoing series
Bloodbang Chronicles - post-game continuation of my bardlock series (see below), Astarion x f!OC - Astarion and Asmodea are running a cabaret. Shit goes down, hilarity ensues. The horrors persist, but so do they.
Masterlist | chapter 1 of 12 (so far) - start here
One-shot series:
Fluff etc
In chronological order, as they would take place in-game:
Where my nice, simple plan fell apart - scenes of Astarion x Tav relationship progression in Act 1 generally
Another Gift - Tav tries to comfort or distract a brooding Astarion, reflections on vampirism / Astarion's past
Mark me as yours (Astarion POV) - takes place the morning after 'Missionary with the lights off' (filed below under smut) - a day of pining in camp in the life of Astarion
Down by the river (alternating POV) - 18+, takes place immediately after 'Mark me as yours' - Astarion and Tav spend a night by the river, away from camp
Something real (Astarion POV) - An evening in camp, Astarion and Tav are finally alone
Are you mine? (Astaion POV) - just flirty pillow talk and comfort
Gentle Warding Bond - short & sweet, Astarion finds the "true love's caress" and "true love's embrace" rings in the Shadow-Cursed lands and makes a decision
Admit that you love me - Act 2, Gale fucks around and finds out, Lae'zel becomes poetic and Astarion most certainly does not tell you that he loves you
Confession (Astarion POV) - title self-explanatory, love confession, tooth-rotting sweetness
The Morning After - short fic, follow-up to 'Confession', morning in camp - banter, humour, etc
Intimacy - Astarion's struggle with sex and intimacy, includes some fairly softcore smut
Communication - It has been nice, but it's time Tav and Astarion actually figured out what it is they're doing and what comes next
A night at the inn (part 1) - the gang gets a chance to let loose for a while. Humour, banter, and a lead-up to something smutty to come [Parts 2 & 3 under smut]
Smut
Also part of series.
Missionary with the lights off - Uh. Some really mindblowing sex here. No, really. Porn with plot, fluff to smut
Seeing stars - Astarion is jealous. What's more, he's eager to prove that no one could possibly compete with him.
A remedy for sleeplessness - porn no plot, Tav can't sleep and Astarion takes matters into his own hands
What do you want to do with it? - porn no plot, dirty talk, 'use your words', oral sex (male receiving) (kinda)
A night at the inn (part 2) - porn, Astarion x Halsin x F!Tav/Reader, dirty talk, oral sex, PIV and more
A night at the inn (part 3) - continuation of porn, Astarion x Halsin x F!Tav/Reader, vampire bites as an aphrodisiac edition
Sweat - porn with plot. Astarion, Halsin and Tav become a triad after the fall of the Netherbrain. This is a story of how it begins, progresses, and eventually ends. [Most recently posted oneshot]
The Sheath of Frontiers - Wyll's never been with a man. Astarion and Tav decide this must be rectified. (and yes that was an anal pun)
Challenges, shorts and misc
'Erotic Misadventures' - my entry for the BG3 April Foolishness challenge: 'write something spicy that uses the worst possible terms for body parts, sex acts'. Reader beware.
Apples - Very important questions are asked and answered about vampires, their warped sense of taste, and pussy
Untitled - Ask reply HC, Astarion accidentally attacks Tav during a nightmare
A cut - Tav accidentally cuts themselves, and Astarion scampers over like a cat to a can of tuna
Untitled - Ask reply, bonus scene following Seeing Stars - jealous giddy Astarion enacts revenge on Wyll after his failed awkward dance seduction attempt
'Gentle Warding Bond' should rightfully be here also, but it's too relevant to the 'plot' if you can call it that
Asmodea - my OC bardlock headcanons etc
(the lady in all the above fics)
Some screenshots, also here and here
Asmodea x Astarion kinky NSFW alphabet
OC Questionnaire
OC more in-depth questionnaire
Another 'get to know your Tav' post
OC songs and outfits
Why my Tav fell for Astarion
Why Astarion fell for my Tav
OC (i.e. Asmodea's, not mine) MBTI results for shits and giggles
Wow the tumblr search function really sucks, can't find jack shit through it. Anyway.
P.S. I am a whore for comments, and nothing sparks joy and feeds further inspiration quite like a simple "HHHNNNNNG ASFKJAGJLKSJF" in comments or reblog tags. And no fic is too old to receive comments on - they are ALWAYS a joy.
P.P.S Feel free to leave a comment if you'd like to be added to a taglist. :) And if so, do let me know if there are any categories you would prefer to be excluded from.
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OMG HI I HOPE YOUR DAY WAS GOOD
i was thinking of a whole thing where miguel is constantly tortured by spiderwoman reader because yk his heightened senses he vould literally smell like her natural scent + perfume and it hinders his performance as spiderman so lets say like one day heâs at a breaking point and readee is just naturally a little bratty because its their personality but that day it was yk that horny week before the period so she like REEKED OF SEX bc she had some solo time before getting to the society so she goes to a mission or something and her perfume was just gone because she smelled like herself and she was teasing miguel, so like miguel decides to put her in her place by literally fucking them to submission and possibly score a date after
IDK JUST A THOUGHT OKK BYEEE HOPE THIS ISNT TOO MUCH
I love these feral like Miguel moments. Boy can freaking do so much more than the regular Spiderman that I just CRAVE for him to be real. Cries.
Warning: Minors DNI, Smut, feral Miguel, creampie, oral, size kink, rough sex, dirty talk
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It was a mistake to bring you here.
You were a temptress, a tormentor to Miguel. Ever since he brought you to the Spider Society, you've done nothing but torture the poor man. You naturally smelled like sex. It was so intoxicating, especially since Miguel had heighten senses.
While everyone else treated you normal, Miguel couldn't help but have to avoid you. Your scent just brought out a side of him he wasn't sure he liked. A side that felt so animalistic. Miguel was worried that he had to run tests on himself due to his half Spider DNA.
"Miguel! You can't keep yourself locked in here forever! People will believe those vampire rumors." Peter yelled out. Miguel ignored him,
"I can and I will," He mumbled to himself.
"Bah! Oh! (Y/N), hey! Have I shown you my new pictures of-"
Miguel instantly froze the moment you entered his office. He tuned Peter out and groaned at the scent of you. This was difficult. You were even wearing a sweet perfume to try and cover your arousing scent, but Miguel could still smell it. He could still smell you.
"Miguel, I wanted to ask-"
"Whatever it is, fine." Miguel spat, clenching onto his work desk.
"But I didn't even-"
"Yes! Whatever it is, yes! Just...both of you, leave NOW!" Miguel hissed. Peter raised his hands up in defense,
"I think he's hangry."
"Mhm," You nodded in response and slowly left, "Well, thank you, Miguel. I'm looking forward to working with you on your next mission!" You said with a chirp.
Miguel immediately paled as he snapped his head towards where you had just left. His desperation for you leaving had just signed him up for a whole mission with you? Oh, there was no way he could survive. This sexual frustration he was having from you scent was not going to end well for him.
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"Geez, Miguel, even I could take down my Rhino faster than you arrived." You said with a snobby huff.
Miguel rolled his eyes as he approached you with a separate mask on. You raised a brow, wondering if he was sick, but before you could ask a portal was opened. Miguel activated his normal mask and jumped in ahead of you.
"Sooooo, are you like...sick or something?" You asked as you entered the new dimension.
"Sure,"
"Are you mad at me?"
"No."
"Then, can you say more than one word without yelling?" You grumbled, swinging in front of Miguel now.
"Watch your six."
Miguel was doing his best to avoid you. He even wore a second mask to try and block out your scent, but it wasn't working. This was painful. You didn't deserve this treatment from him. Miguel knew that, but what could he do? How could he tell you that your natural scent was making him horny?
"Miguel! Behind you!" You called out.
Miguel raised his head and tensed as you tackled him. His head right in between your breasts as the two of you landed against the fire escape outside a building. He cussed lowly, wishing that he had Spider Senses like the others.
"Are you okay? You seemed distracted today," You asked, placing your palm on his forehead, "No fever."
"I-I'm fine. Let's...get that anomaly." Miguel groaned.
Your scent was all over his mask now. Miguel couldn't breathe without inhaling you. Feeling his vision blur, Miguel almost reached out to grab you. He felt relieved as you quickly rushed towards the anomaly. Unable to stop his shaking body, Miguel tried to pull himself together.
"Lyla, I need to find a solution to this," Miguel hissed lowly, taking his mask off to breathe fresh air.
Lyla appeared before him, "I can think of one way." She hummed.
"Do it."
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Miguel was groaning in his office, threatening to do something inappropriate. You were nearly all over Miguel once you caught the anomaly, bugging him about how he was doing and whatnot. You were so clueless and annoying because you had no idea how good you smelled to him.
"So, Lyla told me that you got a problem. Said that I'm the only one who could help. Lucky me," You said with a wide grin.
A shiver ran down Miguel's spine the moment you walked in. Your scent was overwhelming! Not even your perfume could cover the fact of what you did. Feeling his vision blur again, Miguel tried not to breathe. Your arousal was stronger than before.
"You're only making it worse," Miguel groaned, leaning over his platform with sweat rolling down his forehead.
He needed you.
"Making it worse?! You're the one who went on a mission sick. Unbelievable."
"Leave....now," Miguel begged.
He wanted you.
"Lyla told me that I can help. So I'm here to help. I'm not leaving because you're in a bad mood."
"I'm telling you to leave for your fucking sake!" Miguel growled as he started to approach you, "I can't stop myself any longer if you continue to stay."
"Is that supposed to be a threat? I'm not sca-"
Miguel grabbed your arms, pushing you against the wall as he stole a kiss from you. Lifting you up, Miguel held you in place with his hips. Your scent was driving him crazy. His hands were roaming your body as your scent got stronger.
"(Y/N)"
You on the other hand, gasped in surprise. This was not the kind of problem you were expecting, but hell, you weren't going to deny it. Shit, everyone wanted a chance with Miguel, even you. Eyes widening as Miguel started to grinding against you, you whimpered lowly,
"So...any reason...why I'm your problem?"
"Your scent," Miguel hissed as he ripped apart your suit.
"Hey! I spent hours-"
"I'll buy you a new one! Just stop talking." Miguel lifted you up higher, your legs now wrapped around his head, "Your fucking scent drives me insane. I can smell you everywhere."
"Huh?!" You gasped and cried out as Miguel licked your cunt, "H-Hey, a-at least ask me out first!"
"You masturbated right before entering my office on purpose, didn't you?" Miguel swirled his tongue around your clit, listening to your moans, "Always torturing me."
"O-Oh~ R-Right t-there~" You gasped, attempting to arch your back, "Y-You were...ah~ mhm~ a-able to smell me?"
"You even taste as sweet as you smell,"
Miguel ignored your comments as he kept feasting. You gripped onto his hair, moaning and crying out as Miguel's tongue ravished your poor cunt. You gasped, shaking as you felt your orgasm fast approaching. Miguel only took this as a sign to go faster.
Circling his tongue inside your pussy, Miguel groaned, finally getting a taste of you. Finally shutting you up. He brought you to his desk, clearing it off and laying you down. Once you cam against his face, Miguel licked his lips as he pressed his cock against your folds.
"M-Miguel....wait..."
"After cumming like that? After coming in here so horny? I'm not waiting anymore, (Y/N)."
You arched your back, crying out as you felt Miguel's dick stretch your walls. You tried to reach for him, but Miguel just grabbed your hand and licked it in response. His pupils were blown and he looked like a starved man. You were not leaving this room the same way you came in.
"Fuck, look at you, taking me in so well. Such a slutty pussy just for me. You like having my fat cock inside you, huh?"
"D-Don't be...mhm...t-to mean," You whimpered, feeling his tip poke your cervix. Miguel just chuckled as he started to slap his hips inside you,
"Your body is telling me otherwise. A small little thing like you is the perfect accessory for my cock. Tell me that you've been wanting this. My cock pounding the life out of your cunt."
"I-I won't let you win this. Y-You've totally been...ah~ ah~ w-wanting, hah~ m-me." Your moans were getting louder as you tried to win this silly little competition with Miguel.
"Fuck, that's right. Cum against my cock. Let your pussy drip all over my desk."
"Hah~ Ah~ M-Mig...R-Right t-there! Mhm~" You cried out, reaching another orgasm. Miguel clenched his jaw as you tighten around his aching cock,
"Good girl. Finally behaving." Miguel was losing his cool, falling into lust, "Let me reward you, yea?"
"Mhm~"
You flung your head back, crying out and moaning as Miguel kept thrusting into you, not giving you a chance to rest. A shiver ran up your spine as his grip against your waist tighten while his thrusts grew rougher and faster.
Your eyes nearly rolled back as you felt a hot wave fill you. Unable to even think of what had happened, you kept your whines as Miguel kept his unresting pace.
"(Y/N), don't let other people smell you," Miguel whispered into your neck.
"Y-You're...mhm....ah~" You tried to argue, wanting to tell him that he was the only weirdo.
It was a lost cause to tell him anything that night.
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"Keep looking guilty," You huffed, glaring towards Miguel as he worked on a new suit for you, "Hours. I spent hours sewing that suit."
"And I gave you hours of pleasure."
"You gave me buckets load of cum and orgasms. I still can't feel my legs."
"Again, I apologize, it seems as if your scent taps into my other half of DNA. I understand if-"
"I want a date! I'm owed a date!" You said childishly, "Oh! And that suit you're making! I want both!"
"Such a brat."
"Huh?! Who's the one who couldn't hold it in??!"
"Who's the one who masturbated before entering my office?!" Miguel huffed, hovering over you again, "Don't make me shut you up again."
"Then that's two dates."
"Deal."
It ended up being three dates that he owed you.
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I keep thinking about halloween and I know it's far away but my mind keeps wandering to boyfriend vampire art headcanons or a small blurb about you wanting him sucking your blood for the first time after you begged him to do it (you want to see what it was like) and he was so soft about it "Idk if it's a good idea, I don't wanna hurt you :(" if you wanna write something about that it would be sweet don't feel forced to
vampire boyfriend! art donaldson headcanons with a plot. mostly plot. đ§đť
this idea is so cute i did not do it justice but i liked it a lottt
warnings: all over the place, i wrote this while running errands teehee. mentions of blood, scratching, teeth!!! cute vampire boyfriend but a lot of nonsensical vampire stuff idk. SMUT.
MDNI 18+
- heâs so cute heâs so cute! and itâs not sooo bad the age difference. he wasnât bitten until recently so now your favourite stanford tennis player to watch between classes when youâre bored is just a little bit palerâŚ
- with all my love for twilight i really want to let this boy sparkle because he deserves it, but iâm going to say heâs a day-walking vampire with no sparkle just to keep appearances up.
- vampire art who can hear your heart beat just a little harder than usual when you first walk up to him. youâre pretty, he notes, too pretty. if his heart could still beat the way it used to, it would have been pounding. itâs not an off chance the two of you are finally meeting, but it feels meetcute. nervous laughter at your immediate mutual attraction fills the air. he leans against the wall behind him and you get to talking, really talking.
you start walking down the path behind the courts together. âiâm not a tennis person, but i come here between classes.â
âthatâs fair. what are you in?â art asks. he wants to know everything about you.
âmedia stuff, boring.â you tell him. but he tells you itâs not and he has a lot to ask you about it. you get into other things. movies, music, things he likes, things you like in common. thereâs so much.
- you make him forget what he is. for the most part, he hates what he is now. hates how tired it makes him look. he hates having to hide his extra strength in tennis. and now heâs met you, this delicate girl who wouldnât be so delicate if he wasnât who he was now. youâre gorgeous and youâre funny and heâs laughing and it slips his mind that touching you is dangerous. you have that same blood running through your veins that he is so hungry for at the end of a day.
- you ask if he wants to get coffee. heâll be sick if he eats food like yours, but he agrees. he doesnât know why he canât say no to you. suddenly your number is in his phone and you have plans to meet tomorrow afternoon.
- vampire art drinks the blood of animals. he hates himself for it. he hates all of it but itâs the only way to get by now without hurting anyone. he tries to be ethical about it, tries to make it so he doesnât feel like an animal himself, but itâs hard and itâs messy and the bathroom in his dorm is not a good place for it.
- he sits on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands just thinking about you. itâs not a vampire brood but itâs his own version, thinking about you and your conversation from earlier. heâs so into you. itâs bad. how is he going to date someone so human now? he can be friends with any human, he was one not too long ago, but to date you? fuck, itâs going to be rough. and hard to do. that is, if you let him date you. part of him hopes that after coffee, youâll lose interest and he wonât have to worry about it.
- he orders a coffee and thank god it has a lid, he can pretend to drink it. it feels silly. youâre sitting across from him and your perfume is all you are. itâs all he can smell. itâs beautiful, smells expensive but he knows itâs just his senses making it smell stronger. you get to talking and heâs a good listener. heâs honed in on hearing you and only you, your words and your heartbeat.
youâre swirling the ice around in your drink. your heart is beating hard in your chest. itâs cute. âi actually texted the wrong number.â art admit to you. âi used a four instead of eight.â
âoh no,â you cover your smile when you laugh. he hates that. youâre too pretty to be doing that.
he smiles sheepishly, âso i said hi to some guy named mark. friendly guy, just⌠not you.â
âpoor guy.â you grin. âmissing out. should have invited him anyway.â
âshould i have?â he laughs. âyouâd be okay with third-wheeling?â
he makes you smile. itâs one of his great accomplishments. âi think iâd be okay.â
- heâs thinking about how he could ever kiss you, his mouth so close to you. itâs not like he had fangs or anything- he got away with slightly pointy canine teeth, nothing out of the regular, but how could he⌠heâs a little scared of it. and how badly he wants to.
- he takes in and remembers all of your interests, often making callbacks and you like how much he remembers the little things.
- you end up spending the afternoon with him. without anything to eat all day heâs getting hungry and itâs not a good thing. it starts making people feel like good options- an uncontrollable thought to his mind that wants absolutely nothing to do with what the machine that is vampirism tells him he wants. you two walk through the park and dusk and heâs trying not to smell you so much anymore because you just smell good. and itâs disgusting how he feels about doing something so vile to someone who doesnât know anything.
- nothing scares you away. he walks you back to your dorm. he puts away his thoughts of blood to say goodnight properly- you deserved that. you thank him for paying for coffee and for the afternoon spent with you and youâd think heâd see it coming with the acceleration of your heart, but you kissed him goodnight. a firm, few second-long kiss. and itâs fucking perfect. and itâs sweet. and he finds himself not so worried about it- it wasnât bad. maybe he could date you if he could kiss you. put the fact youâd become food out of his mindâŚ
- so you do date. or go on more dates. getting friendlier, laughing over stupid things, watching him play tennis, youâre around and youâre this perfect beam of light. he really likes you. like really likes you.
- he kisses you again. this time itâs his doing, heâs practiced being gentle. he used to be gentle. he pulls you in with soft, almost perfect skin, and heâs cold. not ice cold, but cold like a person who had spent too much time in a basement, just a little chilled. but his hands barely touch your skin, heâs maybe too gentle, but the kiss is perfect.
- thing is, you ask him what you are. where this is going and if his mouth could go dry, his would. heâs shy about it. he doesnât want to get into this but he doesnât want out. he wants you. and after all heâs been through so far, he deserves to be happy and have something good and heâs sure thatâs you. so he asks you what you want.
âi would like it if we⌠continued to date. i donât know how you feel about dating, but me, personally⌠i would want a label.â you say, shy, like youâre afraid heâs going to reject you after all this. heâs not a player, he canât afford to be.
âi want that too.â he smiles. âiâm not a casual⌠person.â
âme neither.â you smile back. youâre blushing and youâre so pretty. so itâs decided. you donât even know you have yourself a vampire boyfriend!!!
- tennis player boyfriend is already one thing. heâs in your dorm room before games realizing he has to go, he has to go, heâs late for practice. heâs fast, so heâs not so worried, but you are. youâre worried for him. youâre kissing him all the way to the door and heâs grinning as you practically kick him out. he stays just an extra second to kiss you more. heâs getting better and better at being gentle. itâs easier when heâs well-fed.
- art is still art so heâs needy. heâs addicted to the way you smell, heâs addicted to how warm you are. he comes right back over after practice, still feeling chilled like heâs straight out of a walk-in fridge and heâs immediately on top of you, head laying on your chest while you stroke his hair. he wishes more than anything for the peace of falling asleep in your arms, itâs his favourite place to be. but heâs not so lucky.
- not eating gets harder to hide from you. youâre his girlfriend, you want dinner and how is he just going to sit with you and not eat? itâs a girls worst nightmare to eat alone. he knows that, you tell him that and youâre kissing his face and heâs apologizing for not eating with you, big grin on his face because itâs hard not to when youâre kissing his cheeks and eyes and nose and lips. itâs the first time he debates telling you what he is. but he wonât. not yet. youâre too busy complaining sweetly about him not eating with you.
âart, please, come on. i hate this.â
âim not judging you,â he laughs. âeat your food.â
âalone? so mean.â
âiâm not-â you kiss him, â-mean. i just had food before you came over, thatâs not-â you kiss him again and he pushes you away gently, â-mean.â
âitâs so mean,â you tell him. he just laughs.
- when he kisses you, itâs almost like heâs both afraid to let go and afraid to keep you close, so it ends up a little more desperate and needy than a regular kiss would be. youâre a fan of it though, it makes your heart pound in your chest when he pulls you in by your waist, cold hands on your skin. you swear he needs his circulation checked. he kisses you, hand trailing up from your waist to the side of your jaw, gently holding you in place. his kiss over time becomes less gentle and for the sake of what his diet was, i wonât say he kissed hungrily. you kissed him back just the same, hands in his perfect blonde curls, pulling him from the entryway of your dorm room and over to your bed, the door shutting behind him. he crawls over your body and suddenly the kiss is deeper. more. and heâs been in this situation before but never like this. youâre kissing and you start kissing down his jaw, his neck. and in obscure vampire logic, heâs able to reproduce- letâs not get into the details, even stephanie meyer couldnât explain it right- but heâs hard and he hates it because he canât fuck you. heâd probably hurt you. it already took some effort to kiss you, fucking you was different. how did he know that what he needed now to get off wouldnât hurt you? youâre hot, your skin is hot, and you tell him you want him and he wants you just as badly, just as desperately, but he tells you not today, but does ask if youâd take off your shorts for him. cold fingers do their work and heâs so fast⌠his fingers move so fast itâs almost unreal.
- youâre on the phone with your girlfriend talking about how good he is with his hands, saying you had to call her to ask if she got home from a concert okay. he doesnât mind the lie- youâre excited about him and he loves it. heâs a little bit proud of himself if heâs honest. heâs glad he can please you without doing it all. itâs cute you called your friend. he chuckles to himself.
- like mentioned before, he almost forgets heâs not who he used to be. you donât mind that heâs cold or that he never eats with you, you hold him just the same. you fall asleep and he wishes with all his might that he could sleep too. but heâs awake without rest, eyes closed, hands gently tracing over the skin of your upper arm. when youâre asleep is when he gets to think critically about this- about how heâs not going to age as you do. if you choose to stay with him past college, that is. heâs a needy little romantic and he doesnât want anything else but that. heâs committed.
- heâs debating telling you around halloween. cliche, fucking perfect, but he canât hide it forever. youâve been together four months. doesnât seem like much, but youâre so skeptical sometimes he swears you see through him.
- heâs sweet, pays for things, takes you places, treats you so well. but thereâs something heâs keeping from you and you can feel it.
- it goes on. heâs still your perfect boyfriend itâs october 24th, his head is in your lap, your fingers in his hair and he says it straight up. tells you. what and who he is.
âfor halloween?â you smile. he shakes his head no. âyou have the perfect teeth for it, you wouldnât even need to buy them.â
ây/nâŚâ he trails, eyes meeting yours, looking up at you.
âi could be one too.â youâre still smiling. âcould be hot. let you bite me.â as if he hasnât thought about that. potentials. but you donât mean it.
he doesnât know how to say it. so he just looks at you. soft eyes, begging you to believe him. but so scared that youâll think heâs crazy or worse, be scared if you do believe him.
- for the sake of writing and for my ease letâs just say itâs believable. so youâre a little taken aback. lose the logic here, itâs an AU. your breath catches just a little. heâs afraid youâre going to run or scream or something, the way your heart picks up. he sits up from your lap, heâs looking at you, youâre breathing a little weirdly.
âiâm sorry.â he says. heâs sorry. heâs really sorry. youâre shrinking away from him and if his heart could, it would feel like it just tightened as if it was vacuum sealed. âiâm sorry, i should have told you.â
âitâs okay,â you nod. your heart is pounding, he deducts itâs not so okay. âare you- how do you- why- how?â
âbitten. late after a game. stupid, changed my life, i donât even- itâs hard.â
âyou donât look like youâre-â
âitâs not like the movies, iâm me just⌠different diet and⌠pale.â heâs trying to be straightforward with you but itâs hard when all he wants is for this to pass over. and itâs not easy. it wonât just pass over. you have a million questions about everything and he confesses the entire truth. he hates it. he hates every second of admitting who he is. youâve asked the same question about four times over and your heart hasnât stopped pounding.
- art isnât a bad guy. heâs not going to sit there and expect you to just go with it. he looks at you with his eyes soft and understanding, âi know itâs not what you wanted. or expected. i want you to know that if you leave, i understand. i like you, i really fucking like you and i want you to have whatâs best and if thatâs not me, thatâs the easiest thing in the world to understand.â and you blink. you like him a lot. he makes you laugh, he makes you smile, but heâs something else. something potentially dangerous. you smile at him and itâs bittersweet. you tell him you need time. and he understands. he doesnât ask you to stay, he grabs your bag and your sweater for you and you say youâll talk to him soon. itâs with a heavy heart that he says goodbye to you. he knows the chances of you coming back are slim. you didnât run from his dorm, but your pace wasnât slow.
- he wished he could sleep this off. this feeling. he wished he hadnât said anything but on the other hand, it wasnât fair to you to pretend he was something he wasnât so youâd stay. he wanted good things for you. and it was completely fair that you walked away. he thinks about you day in, day out, during tennis, during classes. but heâs got forever to find someone else, he just has to let this pass over him.
- you text him, say youâre coming over. and heâs at the door before you even knock, he heard you coming. âiâm sorry- i just-â heâs excited but heâs afraid. too excited to see you back here- why are you there? âhi.â heâs so cute, standing in his doorway. heâs wondering if itâs wrong to think of you the way he did two weeks ago. he wasnât clear on if youâd broken up with him or not.
âhi,â you reply. âcan i come in?â
heâs nodding, moving out of the way for you to come in. you sit on his bed. âi didnât expect you to-â
âcome back? neither did iâŚâ you replied. âbut i was so⌠empty, i just- i miss you more than i seem to care about what- who you are. and itâs been killing me.â you admit, almost a little whiny and heâs glad to hear it. âi missed you.â
âi missed you too,â he says, shutting his door behind him. âa lot.â
you tuck your hair behind your ears, âi know everything, i just⌠how much does this affect everything?â
âonly as much as you let it,â he says candidly. âi donât eat regular food and i canât have children.â
âwhat about garlic?â you almost smiled. he missed that. god, he missed you. so fucking much.
âi can have garlic.â he chuckled, stepping closer to where you were sitting. you pat the space beside you and he sat down next to you, thigh to thigh. âi donât want to scare you.â he says. âi donât want to hurt you. and i donât want to leave you.â
âi donât want that either,â you nod, eyebrows furrowed. âif i stay- am i in danger?â
âi wouldnât ever hurt you.â he nods back. âitâs animals only. only. strictly. and i brush my teeth fourteen times after.â
âokay.â you reply. âart, i want you. you.â
âiâm not going anywhere.â
âiâm sorry about the two weeks-â
âdonât be.â
âi really am, i just needed-â
âitâs okay.â
âi was trying to wrap my head around-â he kissed you to shut you up. he was so glad for it. so glad you kissed him back, it was all he thought about when the nights were empty and quiet. you, how warm you were, how good you smelled.
- vampire boyfriend!!!! itâs almost ignorable. you have a reason why he doesnât eat with you, you know why heâs cold, itâs more reason to keep your arms around him. you canât brag about it, but itâs a fun little secret so itâs sooo worth it. and itâs hot. you donât want to admit it, but itâs hot. youâd always admired how sharp his teeth were, it was cute, like a cat. but he had a reason for it and you were finding it hot. your search history was
biting kink
blood kink
vampire smut
that isnât you!!! but you were curious thatâs all. And you like his teeth a lot.
- heâs so pretty and heâs so skilled in making you feel good. he wonât let you do anything to him, swears to god the best thing for him is what he can do for you. youâre making out and his hand slips between your legs, down your underwear, theyâre cold but they donât feel that way after a while. heâs fast, it feels like some sort of toy, itâs too good. you are forever glad you didnât walk away and never return. youâd miss the proud smile on his face when he makes you finish three times in a night.
- it takes a while for art to do the simple task of kissing your neck. itâs not so simple, it scares him still. but the thing is, the moment his lips are on your jaw, your whole body has goosebumps and you donât expect it to feel as good as it does. maybe you spent too much time on the internet, maybe you were developing some sort of feeling about it. he kissed gently, close-mouthed down your neck, feeling your body tense and your heart beat hard and fast in your chest. he hasnât done anything else, heâs only kissing your neck, but what youâre into is a major turn on for him, so he continues. he likes nothing more than it as he continues.
- it gets worse. youâre together almost a year now and itâs going so well but if art touches your neck whatsoever, youâre making out against some wall in some cupboard and youâre begging him to fuck you.
âplease, please, please,â youâre on top of him in your dorm room and heâs saying no, but he doesnât want to. itâs not like your begging is a pressure on him, believe it, he wants you so fucking badly.
âi want you so badly, i canât- i could hurt you.â
âwhat if i like it?â you whisper between kisses. your hand down the front of his pants, heâs groaning into your mouth, he doesnât usually let you do what you want but itâs getting harder and harder to not.
âlike it?â
âi want it.â you tell him. âplease.â
âi canât-â heâs raising his hips to meet your hand as you move it up and down his length. âi want to, i really fucking want to, more than anything, but i canât. i donât- i havenât-â
âwe can go slow. iâll go slow, let me do the work, please?â
he wants it. the imagery in his mind is already killing him. âi promised to be gentle, i could grab you too hard or i could bite, i donât know what iâll do, i donât trust myself.â
âyou bite?â you giggled a little, as if the idea wasnât a little intriguing. as if it wasnât hot.
he grinned back, kissing you again, âiâm not sure.â
âyou donât⌠touch⌠yourself?â
âno, i do, believe me, i do, but itâs different, i canât hurt myself- fuck-â heâs trying to get his words out but your hand is good. your hand is perfect. âi could hurt you.â
âwhat if i want that?â
âme to hurt you?â
âwhat if i donât mind it? i donât mind bruises, art, just donât break my bones.â
âi wouldnât- i donât know if i would or not, thatâs what iâm afraid of.â
âand everything youâve been afraid of,â you pick up the pace of which you stroke him. âhas it turned out okay?â
he groans into your open mouth, nodding slightly, soft eyes meeting yours. âmhm.â
âmhm.â you nod back. âyou can hurt me, art.â he moans louder. loudest. âi can take it.â
- another few months go by without. heâs taken to letting you grind on him. itâs practice, he says, but really he just finds it hot. you, your little skirts, making it fun for him. but you canât stop thinking about you fucking him and frankly neither can he. the romance continues.
- he brings you roses on a whim. itâs cute. he knows you like them. he gets the dark red ones for you.
- heâs fast, he can be to McDonalds and back in only a few minutes depending on the speed they make their food. you call him, you mention it once and he brings it to you. and every time, sweet boy, he apologizes for not being able to eat with you.
- heâs so into you. this is it for him, heâs sure. youâre the perfect mix of everything and you share so many interests. youâre kind and sweet and funny and you get him. and understand him entirely. he could not care less when other girls talk to him. usually the first words he says to anyone is something casual about his girlfriend. âsorry iâm late, i was at my girlfriendâs debateâ, and other things of the sort. heâs cute like that, but annoying to a few other people.
- loses his mind if you hold his face in any way, itâs actually one of the things that makes him think fucking you might be something he could do. you cup his face and he looks at you with those puppy eyes and your thumb grazes over his lower lip and heâs kissing you like heâs not scared. youâre in his arms, he picks you up, crawls over you on the bed. his first instinct is to kiss your neck to drive you as crazy as he is and itâs only a matter of time before youâre begging him again.
âplease, art.â
âi want you so fucking badly,â he mumbles, cold hands desperate over the skin of your waist. âi do, iâm sorry.â
âdonât be sorry. fuck me.â
âi canât. you know i canât-â but your hand down his pants is wearing him down already.
âitâs been more than a year. art, itâs okay. itâs no different than grinding.â
âitâs different,â he tells you, heâd be blushing if he could. âcome on.â
âcome on what?â you grin, stroking him harder. his breath catches for a moment, but he grins back at you. âart. itâs okay. you donât need to be so afraid, i promise i can take it.â
âand what if you canât?â
âthen we tried.â
âyou wonât say that if i hurt you.â
âif you hurt me itâll be my own fault.â you tell him sternly. âiâll be in control, iâll go my own pace, you just lay back, itâll be good. i promise, you donât need to be afraid.â
âbabyâŚâ his hands on your waist.
âlet me.â you say. âwith your consent.â
âi said i wouldnât hurt you⌠thereâs no guarantee-â
âitâs no different than the grinding. i promise.â you begin to slide your shorts off, eyes locking with his. âif not, thatâs okay, but i just- i know you wonât hurt me.â
âif i do?â
âiâll take it.â you tell him. heâs consumed by his own lust. his worries slowly fading out. âlet me fuck you, mhm?â
his pants at his ankles, heâs turning slowly onto his back. you climb over him, kissing him hard. the sharp of his tooth grazes your lip and the violence begins. he groans as your hand slides over his own neck, kissing him.
âslow,â he says. and you nod, slowing the way youâre kissing, your hand moving to cup his face in a kiss. youâre everything, how can he resist what he wants so badly? youâre perfect and you smell good and youâre kissing him sickeningly slow and itâs almost sweet. âplease.â
âyouâre saying yes?â
âyes.â he swallows hard.
âi didnât pressure you?â
âno, i want it so fucking badly, you have no idea,â he smiles, kissing you again. thereâs no escape. âi want you. just⌠slowly.â he pushes your hair behind his ear. âyouâll tell me if iâm hurting you.â
âmaybe,â you grin.
âhey-â
âi will.â you nod. âcan i?â
âslowly.â
you looked at him, nodding slowly again, reaching down under him. he was trusting you, he was holding you to this. the tip of his dick slipping against your entrance. it was unreal, it was real, it was cold but it wouldnât be for long. he inhaled sharply and you kissed you. he was a little pathetic, the way he acted as you slowly, extremely slowly, sank down on him. it was ends meeting, it was waited for. the sound he made was one he didnât think heâd make, but you were all heâd been wanting. he could have finished right there and then, just at the feeling of you. warm, tight.
- vampire art, with vampiric tendencies, digs his fingers so hard into you that you were sure it would bruise. it hurt in the best way. you moved slowly, up and down, a pace that didnât scare him. he felt so good, so perfect.
- heâs surprisingly melting under your touch as you slowly ride him. itâs how he is. somewhere towing the line between himself a little bit submissive. heâs letting you, heâs trying to be unafraid, letting himself get lost in how you feel. youâre close, neck kissing distance. his hand slips around the back of your neck and he kissed the exposed skin. you moaned, going slightly faster and he braced your hips, wary. too wary. but he let you continue to rock.
- he controls your hips, rocking you back and forth a little more as he gets a little less scared. and heâs kissing your neck, moaning against it. open mouth, sharp teeth grazing your neck and he isnât even aware of it. it hurts, its natural, heâs hurting you but itâs not as bad as you thought. his lips send goosebumps over your skin, heâs not aware, heâs lost in the way youâre fucking him. heâs letting you go faster, harder, youâre both moaning. heâs close already. you donât mind that at all.
- vampire art, poor boy, heâs coming undone already. itâs a little pathetic but in the best way. hes being fucked so good, the way heâs imagined the past year- heâs not aware of his teeth and the reality that he could bite you is too real, when it was only half a joke. he could bite you, he could, he wants to, you want him to, it hurts.
- âplease,â you mumble, and heâs suddenly too aware of what heâs been doing and heâs suddenly terrified. he doesnât want to hurt you, heâs been doing it unconsciously.
âoh fuck-â he tries to pull away, but itâs his downfall, he finishes hard, too fucking hard and heâs pathetic, melting under you, moaning and grabbing you so hard it hurts and youâre close to follow suit, your hand down between the two of you working your clit. your hand moves at his squirming and you forfeit your orgasm as he finishes so pretty. he makes the prettiest sounds, loud and the people in the dorm next to yours must fucking hate you. he was breathing hard, his lips pink, still in a state of desperation. âno- nonononono,â
you slowed to an immediate stop for him. âhey, whatâs wrong?â
âyour neck, my teeth, fuck- iâm sorry,â his chest still rose and fell, his cum leaking from between you both. âiâm so sorry-i-â nervous boy. nervous vampire boyfriend!!!
- he takes to your comfort the moment you grab his face and tell him itâs fine. you like it. you want it. his scared eyes soften out again. if that was all the damage done, no blood drawn, it was successful. you liked it. it was more than good. so fucking good.
- you take care of him until he calms down entirely. you soothe him by holding him close, a wet cloth against the scratches on your neck. heâs the kind to apologize softly. heâs always apologetic, heâs good at it. you kiss his temple, stroke through his curls. you can go without finishing. the ratio of his orgasms to yours were uncountably inbalanced.
- after that you end up practicing more. calling it âpracticeâ, itâs just sex. itâs good sex. he worships you like youâre the immortal being. he learns to be gentle. doesnât help that donât want him to be. itâs another year of being together and you throw it at him. âbite me.â
âhm?â he looks up from tying his laces, his hat on backwards, all cute.
âbite me.â you stand above him, he rises to his feet, arms wrapping gently around your waist. âitâs been two years and iâm not going anywhere. i want you to do it.â
âyou donât want it.â he tells you, swaying into the hug. âi promise.â
âi know. but itâs my choice.â
âit is your choice but itâs also mine if i choose to bite you. i want you and i know youâre not going anywhere, i dont need to make you the way i am just to say that.â
you shake your head, âbite me. or no sex.â
he just grins and shakes his head, ânice try.â
âthink about it.â
he nods again, âokay. i will. i promise.â
- itâs another year before it happens. vampire boyfriend is scared of doing it, what if something goes wrong? what if you hate him for it? what if, what if⌠you make him nervous. you want him, he knows it. more ways than one it would be nice to not have to worry about biting you when you fuck.
- he works up the courage to take the risk and he comes to yours around 11:30pm. youâre up, you were just finishing an assignment. you greet him with a kiss and a long hug. he needs it. heâs never not in need of it. he wants to cry, he wishes he still could. he feels like it because he knows what you want isnât good but you want it and he wants you do some part of it feels right. and okay. he tells you what heâs thinking and you take all of it in. but you nod.
âi donât want to hurt you.â he says.
âitâs going to hurt. iâve told you before i can take it.â
he shakes his head, âand what if i canât?â
âiâll heal.â
âbaby⌠â he almost sits at your feet the way heâs talking to you.
âitâll be okay. you can hurt me. itâll be worth it when youâre stuck with me forever.â you smile and he smiles back.
- he can do it. and you kiss him. which is the first step. the second is triggering his weakness, cupping his face. and suddenly heâs on you. and youâre undressing and itâs messy and itâs harsh and itâs sloppy.
- art is usually very sexually calculated he knows what is needed and he does it and heâs fucking perfect at it, but this is messy and desperate and hot and not even he wants to have any sort of control. he just knows whatâs going to happen is going to happen. youâve never been more turned on with anticipation. for the first time- even though it sounds bad, art is on top. he doesnât need you in control at the moment, heâs fucking into you and itâs hard but not too hard that it could cause harm- itâs good. and itâs got, and youâre kissing him through harsh, sharp breaths and thereâs no time to be wasted. heâs ramming into you with a force you didnât know he possessed that is also so contained. you wished it wasnât. And his lips graze your neck. you moan, that familiar shiver of pleasure rippling over your body. his body, thrusting, the movement making for perfect friction. he kisses your neck gently, and you feel his teeth graze your neck.
- heâs fucking you but his emotions are strong and heâs rethinking but this is it. he said he would. his hand reaches down to play with your clit as he fucks you, his attention to three places at once is enough to drive you crazy. youâre waiting, skin hot against his, and you donât expect to like the way it hurts so fucking badly when he sinks his teeth in. pain mixes with pleasure, sharp teeth in your skin. his lips catch any blood, taking it in. itâs good, itâs too good. he keeps his teeth in long enough for him to feel whatever it is that would change you seep into your bloodstream. youâre moaning when he expected a scream and itâs hot. itâs too hot for him. his teeth slowly come out and the wound heals over near-immediately, but it doesnât stop him from kissing your neck again a million times, new scars instantly formed. you kiss him harder than you ever had, feeling your skin start to burn pleasantly, warm like the feel of being close to an oven on a cold day. and his hand working, his dick sliding in and out, you finish simultaneously, almost.
- he rides out the high. and before cleaning anything heâs checking if youâre okay. youâre blissed out. gone. and heâs watching as you grow paler the next few hours in his arms. youâre telling him he did such a good job. so good. and you fall asleep for the last time. changed.
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Idk exactly what to ask for, but I have an â¨ideaâ¨
Dwayne who seemingly has a penchant for choking his SO. He just loves the little whimpers and moans they make, and the way they squirm.
Really basic, ik đ. You can take this and run, or simply enjoy this thought with me, but I wanted to share đĽ°
moving in stereo.
( dwayne x fem!reader. )
âž pairing ; dwayne x fem!reader.
format: one-shot â requested.
word count: 5.9K.
warnings: SMUT (mdni), making out, dirty talk, cunnilingus, oral sex (f!receiving), bloodplay (heâs a vampire), breast-play, biting, hair-pulling, scratching, breeding kink, scent kink, p in v sex, missionary position, rough sex, begging, unprotected sex, mating press (a little bit), choking, bruising/marking, dwayne is hot
authorâs note: i am so obsessed with him, itâs not even funny ngl :â) also, I have a couple of other fics/drabbles that Iâll probably post tonight too, Iâm definitely feeling very inspired! If you havenât voted on my poll, please do so! thank you guys sm for your continued love & support !! â¤ď¸
Beads of blood filled your mouth as you absentmindedly chewed at the skin of your cheek, flesh taut between your back molars â you hadnât intended to bite down as hard as you did. A singular glance at Dwayneâs hands had contorted into shameless ogling, smitten hues discreetly flickering over the veins and smudges of grayish grease coating his fingers.
He had a way with machinery that transcended you â he often claimed that it was simply natural instinct, but your running theory was something buried in his past life. Dwayne was known for his stoicism and quiet demeanor, neglecting to educate you on his background.
It mustâve been a life of hard work â otherwise, his hands wouldnât have appeared so rough and calloused. They werenât smooth and spindly like Markoâs, or pretty like Paulâs. They were taut and thick, dexterous and built for destruction, if he let it.
Hands that had held you many times before, touched you in ways that you longed to feel again. A shudder rolled down your spine as you daydreamed, mind floating into a fantastical haze of lascivious thoughts. If it werenât for the presence of the other boys, a tendril of drool mightâve leaked from the corner of your mouth.
âItâs fucked, isnât it?â
Paulâs agitated groan reverberated throughout the cavern as he crouched beside his boombox, slapping a palm against the top of the speaker, as if that would cure all ailments. His brows furrowed together, lip curled in annoyance as he knocked his hand against the machine a second time â for good measure.
âYouâll ruin it if you keep it up.â Dwayneâs monotonous remark echoed from the opposite side of the lobby. He was entrenched in repairing his motorcycle after it had gotten vandalized by a Surf-Nazi who didnât live to tell the tale. Paulâs beloved stereo was the least of his concerns.
âHow are we gonna listen to Alice?â A begrudging sigh escaped Paul, whose theatrics werenât out of the ordinary. He huffed, falling in a dramatic heap along the edge of the dilapidated fountain. âCanât you fix it, Dwayne?â He asked, peering toward his brother, who seemed entirely uninterested.
Silence filled the chasm between them, prompting you to stifle a smile. Dwayne didnât enjoy being bothered whenever he was working on a project â he was always one to see it through until the very end.
David and Marko emerged from their abysmal resting place. Once the sun disappeared behind the ocean and dusk consumed dawn, the boys became wildly active. âPaul,â Davidâs voice carried, always domineering without even trying. âLetâs go.â
Disappointed in the lack of closure for his treasured boombox, Paul relented, rolling off of the stone bannister with an exaggerated sigh. He ruffled your hair in passing, and smacked Dwayne on the way out, who didnât flinch or move a muscle. He simply exhaled â you could sense the twinge of irritation in his sigh alone.
Paul snickered, hopping up the ledge alongside David and Marko. âSee you later, bud.â He sneered, waving at you as he departed with his brothers. Once the trio slunk away into the moonlight, it left you and Dwayne by yourselves in the cave.
You couldâve watched Dwayne work for hours, captivated by the way he dismantled the machinery, handling the finer pieces with nimble digits. He was wrist-deep in the grease-laden guts of his motorcycle, surrounded by a myriad of scrap and parts. His dark brows were furrowed together in stark concentration.
Intrigued, you abandoned your perch â a rickety, velvet-cushioned chair that had come with the hotelâs ancient wreckage. Paulâs stereo was sitting along the ledge, awaiting a tune-up that you knew Dwayne would inevitably provide. You sat down, inspecting it for any damage â it looked unharmed, on the outside.
âDo you think it was a user error sort of thing?â A burst of laughter escaped you as you opened up the hatch for the cassette tapes, noticing a rather banged-up copy of Alice Cooperâs Constrictor from â86. It was a good choice â you had to commend Paulâs taste in music.
Dwayneâs soft, bemused huff was all you needed to hear, prompting you to smile. You never mistook his tranquil, halcyon demeanor as indifference â he was a man of very few words. Even his temper wasnât violent or tempestuous, like that of Marko or David. His placidity in most things was what drew you to him in the first place.
Being a human amongst a den of rancorous vampires wasnât your intention, but you were happy â happiest with Dwayne, above all. He was the best boyfriend youâd ever had, not that it was a lengthy list. You idly fiddled with some of the switches on the boombox, removing and reinserting the cassette before closing it up.
Much to your chagrin, the stereo didnât work â maybe it wasnât Paulâs imagination after all. You gently nudged it back along the ledge, abandoning it for now. âHow come you didnât go with the others?â You inquired, folding one leg over the other, tapping the heel of your boot against the dusty stone.
There was a slight shift in his body language â a mere shrug of his broad shoulders, accompanied by the noises of metal clanging, gears twisting, and then he grunted. âIâm not looking for dinner.â Dwayne replied, matter-of-factly. He was in the midst of replacing the engine on his bike, placing the damaged part aside, hands stained in dark ichor.
With a soft hum, you pushed yourself off of the ledge, wandering over toward Dwayneâs scrapyard â a rather cluttered corner of the cave that acted as a makeshift garage. You sat along one of the flat outcroppings of rock, opting to watch him fix up his motorcycle. It would intrigue you more than messing with the boombox ever would.
His pearlescent teeth clenched around a wrench, clutched between his maw as he focused on putting the new engine back in. There was a quiet appreciation that he held for you â you were always respectful of his hobbies, if this even counted as one. Dark eyes flickered toward you, sitting there in your billowing sundress like some statuesque angel.
Dwayne appraised you in his usual silence, eyes carefully raking along your physique, as if he were undressing you through gaze alone. His jaw tensed, a fire beginning to spark within his chest, threatening to spread like an encroaching wildfire the longer he ogled you.
Sundresses were a hot commodity â and they never lasted, either. Dwayne made sure of it, and once he got his hands on you, that pretty fabric shielding you from him would cease to exist. He made it up to you with the gift of another, but rest assured, it would be shortlived.
It was a mutual feeling, the silent staring. His keen hues settled along the supple curves hiding just beneath that thin veil of fabric while you were captivated by the visual feast of strong, capable hands and taut forearms. You folded your hands within your lap, beginning to absentmindedly chew at your inner cheek again.
Your scent wafted throughout the short distance between the both of you, heavy with hints of your favorite perfume, a saccharine concoction that Dwayne had grown accustomed to. He loved your smell â it was unique to you, invading his senses as he continued his work.
Those strong, muscled hands of his were buried in the underbelly of the motorcycle, carefully placing the new engine back inside. He began to fasten it all into place, removing the wrench from his mouth, quickly fixing it all up with a series of bolts, screws, and metallic plates.
âIâll teach you sometime.â Dwayne was, oddly enough, the one to shatter the comfortable silence between the both of you. He prided himself on playing mechanic â his ability to handle such equipment and repair it was rather renowned. Once he was satisfied with the job, he sat back, peering toward you.
Warmth oozed from those earthen-brown hues of his, coupled with a subtle adoration that only he possessed for you. Your smile only served to further it, the only thing to make his dead heart pump to life again.
âIâd like that,â You mused, canting your head to one side. âI think you should fix Paulâs stereo, too.â Even if Dwayne had brushed him off before, he would fix it and have it ready for him whenever he came back. It was the right thing to do, anyway.
Dwayne huffed, lips twitching into a threadbare smile, wrought with traces of amusement. He didnât say anything â he didnât need to. He wiped his hands off along the crimson cloth he carried in his back pocket, ridding his hands of engine grease and oil.
He stood, filling in his full height as he bent down to give you a kiss, hand carding through the back of your skull. It never failed to make you shudder, haplessly squeezing your thighs together as you reached for his forearm. Powerful, taut muscle flexed underneath your fingertips, and his kiss briefly intensified before he withdrew.
That familiar aching sensation flickered to life between your legs, a dull arousal pooling within your stomach. You wanted nothing more than to cling to him, beg for another kiss, but Dwayne was already over to the stereo, inspecting it for any damage it mightâve had.
For Dwayne, your mind was exceptionally loud â he could read your thoughts, hear them screaming from afar, which he happened to smile at from where he stood. The feeling was mutual, but he wanted to make you stew in it for a little while â it heightened the experience.
As he dismantled the stereo, you decided to go elsewhere â to Paulâs nest, which wasnât the brightest idea, but he had an impressive collection of cassette tapes. You began climbing toward the rocky slope that led off into alcoves, using some of the ropes hanging about to pull yourself up.
âWhere are you going?â Dwayne asked, seemingly finding the source of the boomboxâs disarray â there were pieces of tape stuck in the machine.
âTo see what Paul has to listen to,â You mused, nose wrinkling in amusement. âItâs the least that he can do for you since you fixed it. We should go listen to music.â Truthfully, Dwayne owned that stupid stereo just as much as Paul did â joint custody, youâd called it.
Hawkish, dark hues drank you in from afar, and Dwayne decided that heâd indulge himself in your wishes, picking up the boombox by the bottom. The handle had been broken off long ago â courtesy of Paul, once again. He simply trailed behind you, briefly pressing his hand against the small of your back when you made it up the incline, keeping you steady.
Paulâs nest was notoriously cluttered â in a very fascinating and macabre manner. It was littered in trinkets, things heâd taken from people he fed from, bones and all, or general thievary. The boys were all like this, but not to Paulâs level.
Posters of hair-bands and metal groups hung all around the rock, illuminated by flickering candlelight. It smelled faintly of marijuana, decorated by a patchwork array of tapestries, clothes, and stolen jackets. The guitar heâd lifted off of a traveling rock group sat on his bed â he always talked about starting a band.
A mountain of cassette tapes lay in a semi-organized heap, many of them taken from Videomax or anywhere he could find them. Dwayne simply stood at the fringes of Paulâs nest, watching as you picked through his extensive collection. You smiled at the handful youâd grabbed, rejoining Dwayne as the two of you made for his nest.
In an amusing juxtaposition, Dwayneâs nest was noticeably simplistic â yet, his personality was scrawled all over it. He liked to read, keeping a trunk of books, tools heâd taken from garages, and some trinkets stashed away in a large piece of a drawer.
He hadnât bothered to invest in a bed for several decades â not until he got entangled with you. When Marko had mentioned it to you in-passing, it was rather intriguing, but you never asked Dwayne about it.
With the stereo now placed at the foot of his makeshift bed, placed atop a rather rickety wooden trunk, you ejected Alice Cooper from the hatch and put in The Cars, instead. Dwayne happened to regard this choice with curiosity, sitting along the edge of the mattress.
Moving in Stereo began to drift through the alcove, and you promptly fell back against the plush surface, tucking your hands atop your chest. âThis song reminds me of you.â You murmured, gazing at the cavernous ceiling, focused on the jagged edges and outcroppings of rock.
Dwayne seemed curious, twisting slightly to face you. Even when sitting, he towered over you, indomitable and immovable, a wall of sheer strength and muscle. âWhy does it remind you of me?â He wanted to hear your answer, eyes flickering toward your exposed stomach.
You smiled, somewhat embarrassed, but you decided to answer him anyway. âI donât know,â You began, rolling over onto your side, propping yourself up with one hand. âJust a bit of a mystery, but alluring. Itâs pretty magnetizing.â With a soft exhale, you began to pick at a stray string on one of the blankets that covered the mattress.
âMagnetizing,â Dwayne echoed, withholding the urge to smirk. Instead, he joined you, laying on his side as he mirrored your position, face mere centimeters away from yours. âYou got a way with words, girl.â His chest shook with a brief huff before he leaned in to kiss you.
If a kiss could have destroyed you, this was it â Dwayneâs mouth consumed you, intensified by your seemingly innocuous words. He tasted good, like spiced smoke and the faint bite of copper.
You were eternally grateful to The Cars â Dwayne was careening into you, broad chest flush against yours, veined hand grasping at the base of your skull. Thick digits massaged at the nape of your neck, coaxing you close until there was no space left between you, lips voraciously tangling with yours.
He ripped all wisps of air from your lungs, as cold as ice as he shrugged off his jacket. Arousal reactivated inside of you, no longer dormant as your warm hands reached for his chest, feeling broad muscle underneath your palms. He felt like a god â chiseled, forever perfect â you were sometimes in-awe of his beauty.
In awe â Dwayne smirked against your mouth, unable to help himself when it came to your overactive imagination and racing thoughts. He pushed his hand underneath your shirt, fingers tracing along your curves as he began to feel a familiar tightening in his jeans.
Your scent thoroughly intoxicated him â your natural musk, the cling of perfume, the arousal coalescing between your thighs â it was a perfect amalgamation. Dwayne exhaled, sitting up and taking you with him, hands hooking into the hem of your shirt as he peeled it off of you.
His lips were on your flesh again, hands tearing your thin brassiere apart with ease, reveling in your warmth. Dwayne pressed a string of kisses along your neck, feeling the thrum of your pulse point pound against his mouth. The shorts you wore still clung to your frame, but they wouldnât be for much longer.
âDwayne,â You sighed, The Cars becoming nothing more than atmospheric background noise. Liquid heat pooled between your legs, a shiver rolling down your spine as he laid you down against the mattress, covering you with his body. Your eyes locked together as he stared down at you, gaze boring right through you. âI need you.â
Dwayne kissed your neck, sucking enough to create a hickey before he traveled to the base of your throat, peppering kisses across your collarbone. âWhere do you need me, sweet girl?â His husky, warm baritone made you shiver in delight. Those eyes raked over you in rapture, full of reverence.
âEverywhere,â You whimpered, goosebumps coalescing along your spine. Dwayneâs huff of laughter made you smile, and you quickly urged him closer for another kiss. His mouth crashed against yours, passionate and blistering, full of an unrestrained want. âIâm yours.â A sweet moan tore past your lips.
A wave of possessiveness swelled up inside of him, coupled with that innate desire to keep you all to himself. Dwayne didnât have an issue sharing with his brothers, but you? No â you belonged to him, and him alone. A growl rippled across his broad chest as he tore his lips away, returning to your sternum.
There was a prowess to him that the others didnât possess â Dwayne was emotionally intelligent, just as vicious in the same breath. He was an enigma of so many things, drawing you in with his arcadian charm. Your fingers reached for his dark tresses, perusing through as he kissed your chest.
âYouâre beautiful,â Dwayneâs affectionate baritone rumbled across your flesh as he continued his slow, deliberate string of kisses, making his way to your breasts. He trapped one nipple between his lips, gently suckling on the sensitive mound, the other hand tugging at your shorts. âPerfect.â He uttered.
You sighed, fingers tangling within his mane of black tresses, pulling and carding through. It felt silky between your digits, like velvet. Those veined, calloused hands gripped along the meat of your hips, strong and unwavering as he lifted you to discard your shorts.
Arousal pooled between your legs, honey-thick as it toyed with Dwayneâs senses. He wanted nothing more than to drown himself between your thighs, devour you until you were a trembling, mewling mess. Your thoughts shamelessly echoed that sentiment, prompting him to reach toward the apex of your thighs, hand breaking past the waistline of your panties.
Dexterous fingers languidly slipped along your slick cunt, making a line right for your clit. Your body responded in a near-violent fashion, hips jolting up into him, hands curling within his hair. âDâDwayne!â You whimpered, chasing after the friction his hand provided. Those dark hues hadnât left you, transfixed on your smitten countenance as he kissed your stomach.
He looked big when his body was spread over yours, but when he began to slink toward your thighs, he was hulking, a massive wall of muscle. Dwayneâs kisses continued, littered all across your pelvis and thighs, fingers still winding you up as he pushed in between your legs with those broad, bronze shoulders.
His visage was rugged with a fine layer of dark stubble, tangible as it scratched against your inner thighs. He curled his hands into your panties, and instead of removing them, Dwayne simply tore them asunder, leaving remnants of fabric behind. The alcove reverberated with the sounds of material being ripped apart.
A thin sheen of arousal painted your cunt, scent stinging his nose in the most pleasant way possible. The velveteen flesh of your inner thighs were layered in faint bite marks â his own, from the past. He looked to you for approval, thumb lazily circling around your clit.
âPlease.â You huffed, head bobbing up and down in an idle nod as he moved his lips toward a patch of flesh, unmarred by any bites. Dwayne was always very sensual, and even when he fed from you, it felt so lascivious. Your body jolted, hips writhing closer as he began to bite down.
Dark, earthy-brown hues melted away into pools of a golden-red, unnaturally vibrant. The initial sting of his bite made you wince, but he was always gentle with you when it came to feeding. As sharp teeth drew blood, a low growl reverberated throughout his chest, causing you to shiver. Your fingers continued to trace through his mane of black hair, a myriad of moans escaping you.
Restraining himself from taking this further, he had his fill, kissing over your now-healing bite. Dwayne licked his lips, effortlessly tossing both of your legs over his broad shoulders as he tugged you closer. You were somewhat folded at the hips, but you didnât care.
Dwayneâs gaze was incendiary, intense â he stared you down from his perch between your thighs. You were visibly flustered, staring right back, nearly shrinking away altogether. He kissed your thighs, mouth dangerously close to your aching cunt. âYou ready, girl?â He asked, inhaling another gust of your scent.
You nodded, feeling every fiber of your being scream with desire, and you wanted him terribly. âYes,â You whimpered, hands having splayed out at your sides instead, no longer buried within his hair. âDwayne, please,â His deliberation made it worse. âI want you so bad.â Your hips wriggled again, desperate for his mouth.
A warm, hearty chuckle emerged from his lips, making his herculean form shake between your legs. âJust relax,â He soothed, noticing how coiled and poised you were. Those strong, veined hands wrapped around your thighs, keeping you spread apart. The flat of his tongue lapped across your slit in one long stroke. âRelax, Mama.â His voice made your head swim.
Relaxation wasnât exactly your forte â you were too wound-up, too drunk with desire to simply sit still and melt into the mattress. Dwayneâs tongue began to lap you up, greedily consuming every drop of your sweet arousal, working along your cunt. His fingers clamped hard, enough to leave behind the inklings of bruises, etched into your flesh like his personal brand.
Your thighs threatened to squeeze at his head, but he kept your legs firmly planted on his shoulders, pinning you down and rendering you immobile. Your taste saturated his tongue, and he only chased after it, dutifully lapping at your slit as his nose absentmindedly grazed against your clit.
Dwayne was relatively silent â and you didnât mind in the slightest. The only ambiance happened to be The Cars, your delighted moans, and your boyfriendâs deep, rumbling grunts. His tongue worked wonders on your aching slit, cunt clenching pathetically around nothing as he lapped you up, gaze flickering towards you.
Your countenance was a vision of beauty, all contorted into an expression of complete and utter bliss. Your hips writhed, with very little room to go considering that Dwayne had you locked down, arms bracketed on your thighs, keeping you caged in against him.
A heavy fire burned bright within the pit of your stomach, demanding to be extinguished. Throaty, noisy moans escaped you in droves, vocalizing your delight as Dwayne vigorously lapped at your cunt. He alternated patterns, between soft and exploratory and recklessly needy. His mouth occasionally brushed over your clit, causing you to shiver.
Each time he ate you out, it was almost like the first time all over again â blissful, filled with a lust-infused passion that threatened to swallow you whole. Dwayne was beyond attentive, savoring you as if you were the most delicious meal heâd ever had.
He lowered himself toward the mattress, musculature flat and poised between your thighs. Those strong, thick arms kept you held in-place, keeping you locked in as he continued to lap at your core. His hips rocked forward, harshly grinding against the bed to relieve some of the friction.
Much to your surprise, Dwayne got off on pleasuring you above all else. There was something intimately carnal about it, knowing that you only made those sounds for him, only let him touch you. Your hips jolted forward, met with a barrage of an eager tongue and mouth as he lapped at your cunt.
Dwayne grunted, lips opting to purse around your clit, instead. Your reaction was visceral, moans ascending to an excitable crescendo as your hands flew toward his hair. He grunted again, attempting to vocalize his own satisfaction of you pulling and tugging on his dark tresses as if they were reins.
A burnished-gold coloration had swallowed brown irises whole, flickering down towards your blissed-out visage. Your body had a mind of its own, twitching and writhing as his mouth relentlessly assaulted your aching cunt. Pleasure licked acros your frame, burning along your sensitive nerves. He was vigorous and attentive, throat itching with a dull, familiar ache.
Hunger could wait â Dwayne merely placed that feeling into the recesses of his mind. His tongue continued to cascade across your slit, lapping at your arousal before he returned his attention to your clit, suckling on that bundle of nerves. He steered you towards your orgasm, mind swimming with a thick haze of lust, overwhelmed by your heady scent.
âDwayne!â Your voice carried above the nest, echoing throughout your cavernous surroundings. Fortunately, you were alone â you had little desire to mask how you felt about him. Needy digits gripped at his tresses again, hips bucking into his mouth until you were simply a pile of mush, unable to respond.
You were lost to the white-hot heat of your release, an explosive sensation that caused you to quiver and spasm in delight. A glittering perspiration danced across your hot flesh, sparkling from the glow of the candlelight. âDwayne,â You huffed, a whimper emerging from the back of your throat as he dutifully cleaned you up.
He released your hips from his ironclad hold, crawling along your body until his broad frame nestled between your thighs. That taut, muscled hand rest against the base of your throat, digits gingerly squeezing on either side of your windpipe. You initiate a rather tantalizing kiss, able to taste yourself upon his tongue.
A clattering sound resonates in your vicinity, Dwayne wrestling his belt off of his hips as his jeans sag upon his frame. Heâs swift, wrangling his pants aside with one hand, the other clutching onto your pretty throat like a vice, evoking a string of sinful noises from your mouth. You kiss him with a desperation that he matches tenfold.
His hips brush against yours, and the distance is nonexistent, closed by your stoic paramour, whose normally-cold gaze reflects with a semblance of warmth. Your hands clamor for his broad shoulders, sinking into the expanse of bronze skin, nails clamping down when he drags the head of his cock against your cunt.
âSpeak up, sweet girl.â Dwayne grunts, lips ghosting above the shell of your ear. He thoroughly enjoyed your begging on occasion, with this happening to be one of those occurrences. His lips briefly press against the side of your face, stubble grazing across your silken complexion.
With an agonizing pace, he continued to toy with you, pushing his cock against your entrance, but declining to go any further. A pained whine escaped you as you tilted yourself closer. The hand around your throat squeezes, effectively commanding your attention.
âPlease,â You sputter, squirming in delight whenever those veined digits tense around the slender expanse of your jugular. âDwayne, please,â Your simpering pleas are met with a hiss as he sluggishly sinks into you, inch by inch. He lets out another shallow rumble when your fingers brazenly dig into his shoulder. âPlease move!â
Cold-blooded and dangerous â but not to you, not now. The icy temperature of his flesh swallows the warmth wafting from you as he invades your space, musculature eclipsing any light. His shadow falls across you, visage awash with his own carnal delight. Youâre tight around him, aided by your arousal.
Another satisfactory snarl rips forth from his mouth, echoing next to your ear. You wrap your legs around his broad hips, gasping when he began to move. His cock hit new depths, pulling halfway out before Dwayne pushed himself back in again. His pace was rhythmic and passionate â not sloppy or too rough.
The pad of his thumb draws circles along the curve of your jawline, the rest of his hand tight around your windpipe. You moan, legs locked like a vice as he continues to roll his hips forward, cock battering its way into your cunt with a domineering force. Dwayne was taking it easy on you â if he lost control, it wouldnât be very pretty for either of you.
His lips find yours, kissing you fervently as you reciprocate in a flurry of passion. Heat bled from you, arousal seeping from your core as Dwayne continued to rut into you, one hand splayed beside your head. The sparkling sheen of his ring glints in the lower light, mouth relentlessly assaulting yours in a barrage of kisses.
Dwayne grunts into your mouth, but the entanglement is shortlived as he moves to cover parts of your neck in kisses â whatever parts arenât covered by his hand. You feel the sudden scrape of razor-sharp fangs drifting over your flesh, testing your resolve. You shudder, eyes fluttering shut as you grip and pull on his hair.
Sometimes you simply forgot that he was a specter of the night, a fanged creature who had the capability to rip you apart at any moment. His fangs continue to hover across your neck before they retracted, lips replacing them as he kissed your pulse point. There was an added element of thrill and exhilaration as you whimpered, his name spilling from your mouth over and over again.
You nearly see stars when he pistons himself into you again, slow and savoring you, enjoying the sluggishness of it all as Dwayne continues to drag out his thrusts. Your cunt clenches pathetically around his length, prompting you to whimper and moan, goosebumps coalescing along your spine.
âMore,â It was incoherent, a string of needy babbles that escaped you in droves. âDwayne, please,â You whimpered, chewing at your lower lip. In the midst of his own pleasure, Dwayneâs calculating stare flickered toward you â it wasnât a good idea. âPlease, please fuck me.â You begged, hearing the growl that echoed deep from within his chest.
âYou sure?â Dwayne didnât want to hurt you, but he was inclined to obey your needy command. Another grunt escaped him as he steadily rutted away into your tight cunt, deliberating in the midst of it all. âWonât be gentle.â His stark warning was concrete, you knew this â you knew exactly what you were getting yourself into.
Swallowing the growing lump within your throat, you nodded several times over, digits gently curling around his wrist. âYeah.â You panted, chest fluttering with a tight sensation as he gave you a hasty, passionate kiss, a parting gift as he squeezed at your jugular. That steady rhythm began to pick up instantaneously.
Dwayne made sure to watch you closely, gaze hawkishly trained upon your body as he began to fuck you. The intensity and the heat rose like a tidal wave, consuming the both of you as he pounded away at your poor cunt. Your legs rattled like leaves, attempting to stay locked around his waist.
The taut muscles of his shoulders and abdomen worked in-tandem, body effortlessly exerting strength. For him, it was nothing â for you, it was a different experience entirely. He was rough, manhandling you with one hand as he grabbed at your hips, enough to leave behind faint impressions in the form of bruises.
Moving in Stereo still swallowed any background noise, encompassing the whole of Dwayneâs nest. You were a complete and utter mess, devolving into a puddle of sweet moans and needy whimpers, especially whenever he applied pressure around your throat. He squeezed whenever he thrust into you, force akin to that of a barely-restrained battering ram.
Even in his self-proclaimed roughness, Dwayne was still executing some measure of restraint. âMine,â His thunderous voice swarmed you from all sides as he fucked you into submission, gritting pearlescent teeth together as he approached his climax. You kept nodding, back arching into his touch.
âDwayne,â Dwayne â it feels like the only word youâre capable of saying, rolling from your tongue with a wanton moan. You tug on his tresses with an urgency, feeling his hips grind against yours, flesh kissing flesh with unyielding thrusts. His cock continues to bury itself deep inside of your needy slit until it can go no further. âSâShit! Right there!â You cry.
He huffs, musculature flat against you, chest to chest as you coax him in for another kiss. You whimper into his mouth when his tongue tangles with yours like a heat-seeking missile, teeth breaking the thin skin of your lower lip. Pearls of crimson trickle onto his tongue, fusing lust with hunger â all for you.
Dwayne didnât stop, showing no signs of stopping as he fucked the both of you through an orgasm, painting your cunt in hot ropes of seed. He doesnât pull out, a sensation that the two of you feed off of. If it werenât for his vampirism, youâd be round with his children â the fantasy would continue to linger on for as long as he pleased.
âShit, Mama,â Dwayneâs strained baritone sends shivers throughout your body. He rarely talks during sex, and this felt like a treat as he continued to thrust into you, feeling your nails dig angry crescents into his shoulder. He groans, savoring the feeling of your constant tugging on his mane of dark tresses. âYouâre perfect.â His voice tapered off into a possessive growl.
You want to scream, a raging fire surging throughout your body before it finally comes to an end, extinguished by Dwayneâs rough rutting. He couldâve kept it up, continued all night long with his cock stuffed inside of you, but humanity was both a blessing and a curse. Your thighs shook underneath his grasp, and he began to slow, pressing kisses along your collarbone.
His hand left behind a searing brand around your throat â whether or not the imprints are visible, itâs the sensation that refuses to leave. Your windpipe feels a little sore, but itâs a pleasant burn as he comes to a crawl, nestling his forehead against yours.
The excitement and blissful thrill of the moment steadily begins to fade, composure replacing a very heavy lust. Your heart thrums beneath your breast, beginning to crawl to a more uniform beat as you nudge forward, kissing Dwayne again. Your lips are swollen, split down the middle with a patch of dried cruor.
Dwayneâs exhale of relaxation comes after, and the tension within his body unfurls. He kept himself inside of you still, feeling your poor cunt clench around his cock when he adjusted his position. His kiss is astoundingly tender this time around, able to taste the pang of copper upon your lip, accompanied by your natural sweetness.
A sense of euphoria overwhelms you, body feeling wonderfully heavy as Dwayne peppered kisses all along your jaw and collarbone. âYou alright?â He murmured, making sure that he hadnât pushed the limit with you. It was easy to become lost in the moment, forget about your humanity.
You nodded, wincing slightly when he pulled out of you, resting his head against your stomach, arms encircling themselves around you. âBetter than alright,â You mused, tracing your fingers throughout his hair. âYou think Paul will mind that we borrowed his stereo?â Laughter burst forth from your mouth.
A bemused huff escaped Dwayne as he reached over with one muscled arm, hitting the âNEXTâ track on the boombox. He pulled you close, nose wrinkling in disdain as Drive by The Cars came on â it wasnât exactly his taste in music.
âLike you said,â He rumbled, peering up at you with a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. His arms effortlessly tugged you down to his level, lips twitching into a faint smirk, rare for Dwayne yet mesmerizing all the same. His mouth brushed above yours. âJoint custody.â
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Hi :)
I love your art and your writing, and you have such a great grasp of these characters that I was wondering if you have any fic recs? Rating doesn't matter ;)
boy do I! (and ty for the compliment <3 <3 <3)
[cracks knuckles] alrighty:
The Dissapearence of Goro Akechi by Kupowonders - Probably my favourite fic ever, honestly- it's like. derailing the plot of persona 5 post-medjed thanks to the persona 4 accomplice ending years prior. (So, spoilers for p4 in that, too) it's. very good.
Marigolds by Colbub - Akechi gets ng+'ed to right when he started working for Shido, and has to take a good look at the future to come and be like "Aight how the fuck do I fix this". Fun times!
Daredevil, You've hit the wall by ez_cookie. Essentially, p5 Strikers but Sumire and Goro get to be in on the fun, too. And, there's a direct sequel currently being updated that's a similar premise for p5 Tactica. very very good stuff
A Tale of Two Tricksters by Zoe2k8 - Murder boyfriends! ...sort of? Angst! Angst and murder boyfriends! An oversimplification, obviously, but I'm not kidding when I say this fic is amazing and is also over a million words holy shit-
Throw away your mask by MollyPollyKinz - Another ng+ situation for Akechi, but this time the poor guy gets thrown all the way to 2009. You can imagine how well that goes (For the audience, less so for Akechi himself.)
The Crow Cries at Midnight by Dorked. hehe this one is very fun. Basically, a series of coincedencs causes Akechi to get thrown into the plot of persona 4. No time travel here! Just a grumpy 12/13 year-old Akechi trying to solve a murder mystery
The entire Tales of Chaos series by Eternalmomentss (The first one is called Like sand between your fingers) Very very good stuff! Something of a character study, I would say, of Ren and Goro. Plus, all the funky plot stuff that comes from trickster-typical bad luck and poor descision making. I really love this series hehe
uhh this post is getting very long I need to make this less wordy- lightning round?
Hunger for a life by Leonawriter - do you like vampires? I sure do! Mix that and the p5 plot and you get shenanigins. [evil laughter] a lot of shenanigins
Fishbowl by KivaEmber - Akechi has a terrible time in Maruki's reality. And I mean a terrible time
You have a beautiful smile underneath that mask by Saposaki - Akechi has a crush on Akira and Joker has a crush on Crow. No one is aware of the other's secret identity. Dramatic irony and hilarity ensues.
MASTERMiND by StumblingBlock - No Metaverse au where Akira really doesn't want to follow in the footsteps of his crime family, and fails miserably
Rose and Rot by SixteenJuniper - Read this!! I'm serious!! "A fun fantasy adventure" don't listen to Juniper. You'll be in tears by chapter two. (/pos, of course) (Seriously this fic is incredible)
Redressing the Balance by Convocated - ...almost a ng+? Ng+, in the sense that shuake are getting funky visions that are very quickly derailing the standard plot of p5r. This causes problems of the "Someone get the popcorn and maybe the tissues" variety
She's got a heartbeat full of lead (And she's aiming straight for the head) by Dots - This fic haunts me, often. In the best way possible, of course; but seriously, read it
Cracked into by SydneyHorses - Ren makes bad descisions and it becomes Akechi's problem. 2/2 timeloop, perhaps most notably featuring HaruGoro friendship! Love love love this fic
Okay that wasn't as "less wordy" as I intended but it'll do
Aaaand that's a wrap! Sorry for the long post.. and this is by no means all of the fics that I've ever loved (nor are the ones here in any particular order) but I swear we'll be here all week if I keep going HAHA
ty for the ask (and again for the kind words), anon! Hope this was helpful and to your tastes! (I... hope you like Shuake HAHA it's present in most of these- I assume you do, since you came to me (points at literally everything shuake I've made) of all people, but uh. Some of these fics are gen if it's not to your liking?)
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Picnic date with the slasher boys!â
Includes: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt and Ghost face (Billy and stu).
â˘Neutral pronouns
â˘Just Fluff!
â˘Headcanons, of course!
Enjoy!
Jason Voorhees.
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He was a little insecure about it, if you where going to like the place, the food, etc. I dare to say that he was even more nervous than insecure. What if rains instead of being a sunny day?
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He tried his best to be a date, a special moment for you two, sharing the silent treatment, in a soft moment while the birds make their music between the trees.
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The view of you, delicate even if you where strong, in the green of the grass... He could spend hours and hours watching you in the woods, where the spots of sunlight caress you skin so delicate like a whisper... In that moment he only wishes to be a good poet, brave enough to say what he feels when he watches you, make a letter for you, sunlight or moonlight, you where precious to him.
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Probably will bring a bouquet of flowers, his mom raised a gentleman, even if the flowers are from the wild. He thinks they're pretty like you.
Even if you aren't a fan of flowers, probably he will find something that is pretty and for your taste. Crow skulls? Leaves? Little rocks? Don't worry, he has that covered. He may seem busy all the time, but he's a great watcher, he will know somehow.
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Read a book for him, he loves your voice. He can lay in the blanket for the picnic and listen to you for hours. His breath softened, his body relaxed... A day only for you.
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Both of you probably lose the sense of time, you fell asleep and he probably was to hipnotized for you to notice that the sun just set, the orange tones everywhere...
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He couldn't believe that you could look even prettier. Maybe you're an angel!
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He loves you.
Thomas Hewitt
â˘A picnic? In this place? No, too much sun for you, he doesn't want you to have a sunburn.
â˘But your puppy eyes make him feel weak, even if his priority is to keep you save from everything...
â˘Then, something comes to his mind. Now he has a plan, so... He lets you know that is a yes, but not now, you'll have to wait.
â˘Days and days passed, you wondered what tommy was doing, Hoyt was always complaining about how Tommy wasn't working most of the time, then what he was doing? He promised...
â˘Until one day you find out why.
â˘He guided you after he appeared in the door of your bedroom, his eyes where full of energy, he couldn't wait to show you his answer.
â˘And he had a basket in his left arm.
â˘He offered to you his right arm, like a gentleman... Luda's Mae work!
â˘And then... He built a small place near to the trees in the farm, like a little cabin, but at the same time just a place with a ceiling, a clean floor, and a blanket above it so you can get a picnic date.
â˘He made it for you, just you.
â˘He loves you.
Ghostface. (Billy and Stu!)
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Billy automatically says no, Stu says a very yes. It doesn't surprise you, sometimes Billy is like a vampire, allergic to the sun...
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Stu gets ready, he's so happy to spend time with you out, in, even the space! He loves everything that means being with you!
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Billy at the very end surrenders to your happiness and the energy from Stu... (And maybe Stu got annoying asf trying to convince him.)
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Both of you, Stu and you, decided to go for a quiet place (maybe that will make Billy more happy with) so, the nearest wood is the best option and at the same time Stu is happy to be in a place full of bugs, leaves, green, greeeeen! Even if he's not such a fan of nature.
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Billy approves the choice, so practically you have green light.
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Road with Stu singing the music from the stereo, Billy with his (fake) face of boredom. And you just enjoying them being them.
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Billy puts everything, the blanket, the basket, even the fucking food, just to save your life... And his too. Stu it's not the best at cooking.
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Once set everything... Billy will lay there, lazily, and will ask you to tell your day, an experience or something. He just wants to hear you.
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Stu plays with you, even hide and seek. Both of you run everywhere, challenging Billy to join! He does after a while (he cant say no for you two, and he knows that... but he got a pride to protect),and he's very competitive.
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They love you.
â˘Are you sure that you want to go out with him? This was completely your idea, but he's not going to say no. He just doesn't care that much. Someone sees him? It's ok, he'll kill them anyways.
â˘Obviusly you have to dismiss him to not doing that, he agrees, but only because you offered a sort of sweets for the picnic. (Not because he can't say no toy your puppy eyes, of course not.)
â˘Internaly he's grateful that at the end you choose a place, still in haddofield, away from every posible person. You two alone, in a beautiful sunny day. (He's not a fan of heat an sun).
â˘He carries everything for the picnic, but you'll have to cook everything... At least he stoled some candies forma store.
â˘He takes off his mask.
â˘You two spend a quiet time in there, his just sit in the blanket, staring at you with his cold blue eyes... For him it's perfect, watching you for hours? It's his favorite hobby, he does all day. (But without you knowing it.)
â˘You don't know how, but after a while, he can't take off his hands from you. He's grabbing your little hand, your check, caressing your neck, your shoulder... Like if he was admiring a beautiful sculpture. (He's an artistic man, don't blame him)
â˘Then, while you both eat some delicious stuff (and probably diabetic for him) you enjoy his silence... That says more than a thousand of words.
â˘He loves you.
Hi there! I hope you enjoy this and feel free to ask something to write! If I had mistakes on my writing, forgive me! English it's not my native language, I'm Mexican! So, if your native language is Spanish too, feel free to ask something on that!
Love to y'all!
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Die For You
summary: the ascension changed the person Astarion was, or so you believed. you broke up and parted ways after defeating the netherbrain, thinking it was for the best, but when you see him again 6 months later at the reunion, you realize you never truly moved on.
and it seems neither did he.
rating: E
word count: 3.9k
pairing: astarion x you (fem!reader) (fic wide), shadowheart x you (chapter 1 specifically)
cw: 18+. angst, smut, porn with plot, porn with (some) feelings, ascended astarion, bad breakup, awkwardly avoiding your ex, alcohol induced sex, rebound sex (in the sense that youre trying to forget about your ex but you might have feelings for that other person too), oral sex, fingering, stalking, kidnapping, mild violence.
a/n: i have been working on this for over a month now, i have 2 other chapters also ready BUT im undecided on which ending i want for this, so yall get chapter 1 as a teaser, let me know whatcha think :eyes:
a/n²: this is the start of a long fic (my first one, phew)! i intend to update it weekly-ish, i GREATLY appreciate comments as it helps me test the waters on whats to come with it
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I like (I like) what you like (what you like)
Long hair (no bra) that's my type (that's right)
You just told me, want me to fuck you
Baby, I will 'cause I really want to
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The ascension was complete. He actually went through with it. 7000 souls, gone.Â
Astarion, The Vampire Ascendant.
He convinced you that itâs what was necessary. You thought this would bring him peace. Itâs what he wanted. You loved him, and you wouldâve gone to the ends of the world for him; in your eyes, after everything he'd been through, it's what he deserved.
âI can hear it at last, how all the lowly creatures of this plane are begging to serve.â
But now that it was done, you couldnât tell if he was still him. If the vampire before you was still the same you spent that first night in the woods. That same one who admitted to have fallen for you. The same one who thanked you for taking a stand against Araj at Moonrise Towers. And if he wasnât, who was he now? Did he have anything left from his previous self? And could you still love him if he didnât?
"The world will stir in fear."
The walk back to camp that day was dreary. As Astarion walked ahead of everyone with his newfound confidence, you were dragging your feet behind the rest of your party. The weight of what you had done, slowly setting in. Your friends asked about your well-being and you reassured them all that everythingâs fine! It was just a big day! And you simply couldnât wait to finally rest. You didnât have the heart to admit that you were regretting what you had encouraged Astarion to do.
Back at the Elfsong, you wave to your companions an early good night as you are heading to bed, before Astarion pulls you aside.
âMy consort, we are so close to our triumph, I can almost taste it.â Even his tone was different. What you used to qualify as theatrical was now leaning towards dramatical.
You freeze and look at him dead in his eyes. Every part of you is looking for any proof at all that he was still himself. After all, you had no way to know if the 7007 souls sacrificed also included his own.
âI think we need to talk,â your voice comes out colder than intended.
âLittle love, whatever could be the matter?â
âJustâ what in the Hells happened to you in there?â The words come out of their own, tainted with sadness.
âIt's quite simple, really: I became a better version of myself. The very best, dare I say. And I have no one else but you to thank for it.â
You cross your arms and evade his eyes, your shame for your actions creeping up on you. âI donât feel great about it, honestly.â
âWell, whatâs done is done, and thereâs simply no point in dwelling on the past, is there?â
His disdain for the enormous sacrifice that was made makes you scoff, incredulous. âYouâre nothing like the Astarion I knew before.â
âI know. Iâm better, stronger than he ever was. Finally free of my past.â He smiles, satisfied. âIâm who I always wanted to be. I have everything I ever wanted, except you, by my side.â
His hand reaches out to you and you quickly understand the offer heâs making: to make you a spawn, his spawn. The whole situation is bittersweet to you; of course youâve always wanted what he wanted, what was best for him, and you would've spent your lifetime with him in another context, but with how he turned out following the ascension, this future isn't something you can imagine yourself in. Now that this choice is given to you, you know better than to accept.Â
You shake your head as you step back, âNo⌠I wonât do it.â
He sighs, dropping his hand to his side, âSeems I misjudged you. I thought we might have a future together, eternity, even. Perhaps youâre not worthy.â
His condescending tone sparks a fury within you. âWeâll defeat the elder brain together. But after that, I want nothing to do with you,â you say as you try to contain the anger rising in your chest.
His brows furrow, matching your energy. âSo be it. You will regret leaving me, more than anything you live to regret.â
You give him one last angry look before walking to your bed, muttering to yourself as you feel tears swelling up.Â
âI regret letting you go through with that damned ritual.â
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You follow through with your promise. With the Netherbrain gone and your tadpoles vanished, nothing kept you together anymore. You parted ways with all your companions, going out on your own, wherever your next adventure guided you. Finally, a normal life, or something closer to it, anyway. You did miss most of them, for what itâs worth; you considered them your family. You often wondered how Wyll and Karlach were faring in the Hells, and how Laeâzelâs quest to take down Vlaakith was going; you even considered offering your help at one point, but after ending things with Astarion, you needed to be alone. The breakup hit you harder than you expected, it left your heart with a void. He looked happy following his ascension, so why couldnât you be happy for him? Why was this so hard on you? Itâs not something you had ever experienced in your past relationships, usually able to move to the next one rather quickly. You didnât naturally get attached to people, you used to think that nothing lasts forever, and relationships werenât an exception. This damned vampire proved to you once again that you were right, although you wished for once you werenât. He took up all your thoughts, and you had to do something to wash him away.
You occupied your time best by helping people in need, taking bounties left and right, roaming the lands and fighting monsters. When you could afford it, youâd spend the night at the local inn, drinking to numb the feelings. On nights when you were most drunk, you ended up sharing someone else's bed, whoever proposed it to you on those nights. With the alcohol in your veins and your eyes closed, your mind let you believe that you were in his arms again. That it was all a bad dream, and you would wake up next to him, only to be hit by the harsh reality the next morning.
You did anything that you thought would help keep your mind busy. It did work for some time; as long as you were actively doing something â focused on the task at hand â you didnât think about the past, but the moment night fell and you laid to rest alone, you were back at square one.Â
You felt guilty about Astarionâs ascension. Guilty of the impact it had on him and your relationship, guilty of the power you let him have and the consequences that it meant. Even guilty of how you felt about it; it was a vicious cycle that plagued you.
It had been your one and only mistake. You let yourself be blinded by the rose-coloured glasses of your love for him, and although you meant well, youâre very conscious of the damage this decision had on him and potentially the city, but also the 7000 souls sacrificed in the process. Granted, they were already spawns and there was no way to save them from this fate, they couldâve at least have had a chance at living in the Underdark. Yes, you had saved the city â damages aside â lifted a curse, freed everyone and yourself from the Absolute, defeated the chosens of the Dead Three, bla bla bla, but your mind always drifted to Astarionâs fate. What if you had stopped him? Surely, your life would be different now. You would be roaming the streets with him, probably. Maybe living together in the Underdark. He wouldâve stayed himself. You wouldâve been⌠happier.
When you receive Withersâ invitation to the reunion, itâs the first time in months youâre actually happy, excited even, to see your friends at long last, but also anxious. Your mind drifts to the vampire you used to love. Would you see him at the reunion? Would he have changed at all? How has he been?
Did he still think about you, too?
Looking forward to the night, you treat yourself out to a nice outfit from the local seamstress. You settle on a simple, yet elegant, black long dress with an open back. The summer night is nice and fresh; youâre glad you went for a long sleeved dress. Your hair, which you decided to let down, also partially covers your exposed back, covering you from the breeze. You reach your old campsite to find out youâre the last to arrive, as you see all your friends already mingling. You decide to talk to Shadowheart first, as she was the one you missed the most, as you had grown particularly closer to her during your adventure. In another life, you wouldâve been together, you think. You felt bad about not contacting her sooner, but her joy upon seeing you washes away all guilt. She greets you with a smile and a large embrace.
âCome here you! Gods, I missed you!â
You hold her tight, enjoying her strong hug.Â
âTell me everything! How have you been?â
âOh you know, a few killings here and there, little shenanigans all around, Iâm sure whatever you have to share is much more interesting.â You wish you could say something different, but your adventures really had been that bland.Â
She rolls her eyes playfully at your deflection, âAnd how have you been feeling?â
âGreaaat, every day is a new adventure for me to discover.â You give a poor excuse for a laugh as an attempt to convince her.
She tilts her head forward and raises her eyebrow at you. She knew you better than you gave her credit for. âYou know what I meant.â Her gaze points to the side behind you and you give a quick glance to see Astarion disdainfully looking at his surroundings, a silver cup in hand.
You sigh as you turn back to her, the facade falling at once. âI try not to think about it. I⌠hated what he became, and felt guilty about it. I did take part in it, I couldâve stopped it, but I didnât.â You cross your arms, recollecting your thoughts. âBut Iâm starting to think that maybe I jumped to conclusions too quickly when I left him. I miss him and itâs⌠frustrating. Maybe I shouldnât have come. Seeing him again so soon is more difficult than I originally thought.â
âDid you talk to him?â
âI was actually trying to avoid him,â you confess.
âAnd you think that's healthy?â
âIt's the only way I'll be able to move on.â
âAnd howâs that been going?â
âIââ Youâre unable to answer her, the truth being that it was going horribly.
She grabs you by your shoulders, bringing your attention back to her, âHey, you know if you need anything, Iâll be there for you.â You smile, sheepishly, as she brushes your hair behind your ear, softly cupping your cheek. âAnd if youâre looking for some company to take your mind off of a certain vampire, well, I would be glad to offer mine.â
You get lost in her eyes, with her hand soft and warm against your skin. Her invitation is tempting, and your gaze falls on her lips as you speak up.
âYeah,â you breathe out. âI wouldnât mind the company.â
âCome meet me when the party's over.â She smiles back, giving you a quick peck on the cheek before walking away.Â
You spend the rest of the night catching up with all your friends, always keeping an eye on Astarion, who you notice has been eyeing you as well, as if he was expecting you to approach him, but you never do. Youâre convinced nothing good will come out of it and even if you did talk, youâre not sure where you would even begin, so you keep your distance.
As the night settles down, you bid your close friends farewell and sneak out two bottles of wine to share with Shadowheart as she walks you to the inn sheâd been staying at. The road is peaceful, and you reminisce about the past with the cleric, indulging in the leftover drinks you stole from the party. When you finally reach the inn, you're both a giggling and stumbling mess, empty bottles of wine still in hand as you enter her room.
As she closes the door behind her, you hear some patrons through the walls yell at you to shut up â it was late and your entrance had been pretty noisy â and you mockingly hush your friend, pressing a finger on her lips.
âShadoooow, shhhhhâ you whisper, your speech slurred. âYouâre bothering people.â
âOh, Iâm bothering people? Care to remind me who stumbled their way up the stairs?â She says, laughing, her cheeks blushed by the alcohol.
âHeyâ itâs not my fault their steps are so high and your room is so far,â you pout.
âOh, my apologies,â she takes on a chivalrous tone. âDoes my lady require assistance to reach her bed for the night?âÂ
You answer, matching her tone. âThat would be most welcome, dearest.â
You squeal as she picks you up in her arms with an impressive strength, and carries you to the large bed. You giggle when she drops you off, and she leans over you.
âIs my lady satisfied with my service?â
You fail to keep a straight face when you answer. âMost definitely. Thank you, my liege.â
She smiles back softly before crashing next to you, both of you staring at the ceiling, taking in the first moment of silence of your night. A second later and your mind is already thinking about Astarion and you sigh heavily. Your companion instantly notices your change of mood.
âItâs him again, isn't it?â
You groan, grabbing your hair in frustration. âWas I wrong? To let him go through with that damn ritual? Why does he get to live his best life and Iâm still feeling awful aboââ
She cups your cheek and pulls your face close to hers, cutting you off with a kiss.Â
âHow about we get to work on âforgetting about himâ, hm?â
You nod slightly as you stare into her eyes, and she grins, her hand curling around your neck before crashing her lips against yours once again. You moan into the kiss, feeling the heat spread across your face and to your chest. Her kisses travel from your jaw down to your neck. She pulls your dress down, gradually exposing your flushed chest, before pulling back to take a good look at you, her own face matching your colour.
âYou blush so beautifully.â Her voice is soft like velvet, each word making your heart pounce, as she continues to kiss her way down your navel, eventually discarding your dress on the floor.
You hide your face between your hands, trying to conceal the warmth coming from your cheeks and she comes back up to take your hands in hers, revealing your flustered state.
âYouâre too pretty to hide yourself like that,â she reassures you with another kiss. âLet me admire you.â
You struggle to keep eye contact as one of her hands makes its way between your legs, teasing your entrance. Her fingers slide easily between your folds, earning her a moan out of you. She finds your clit and rubs you softly, your entire body twitching in reaction to her touch, and you shut your eyes to focus on the feeling, throwing your head back. Shadowheart takes this chance to trace the curve of your breast with her tongue, closing her mouth on its peak and sucking over it. Her tongue works wonders on you, and you whimper as she lightly bites you.Â
âKeep singing for me,â She says between kisses, her voice thick with lust. âI love the sound of your voice.â
Her name on your lips is like a prayer as she ravishes your breast, leaving a few love bites over your chest. She pulls back temporarily to remove her own clothing before climbing back in bed, resting between your legs. You barely manage to raise yourself up when she pushes you back down against the bed.
âLay down love, and let me take care of you. Just the way you deserve it.â
She throws your legs over her shoulders and kisses the inside of your thighs, leaving more love bites and she makes her way to your cunt. Her tongue finally finds its way between your folds and she laps at your juices, making sure to lick you clean.
âGods, you taste divine.â
Her hands dig in your thighs as she devours you and you arch your back at the sensation, taking in the feeling of her tongue entering you. Your hips soon follow the movement, wanting more contact, and she takes the hint, moving to your clit to give it the attention it deserves. You whine when she enters you with a finger, and a second one, slowly thrusting into you, as her tongue circles your sensitive bud. Your chest rises higher and faster as your breathing quickens, and she knows you're close. Your eyes are long gone, but she looks up to you, admiring your state before she speaks up.
âLet it go, love. Come for me.â
She sucks once more on your clit, her fingers pushing harder against that sweet spot inside of you. You throw your head back, grabbing the bed sheets at your sides as you scream her name with the remaining air in your lungs and a crashing wave of sensations washes over you. For a moment, your mind goes blank, there's nothing but pure bliss. You want to stay like this forever; finally at peace, content. As you come down from your high, your legs give out and you pant excessively, trying to catch your breath.
You feel the bed shift beside you and open your eyes to see Shadowheart lazily making her way next to you.
âButâ what about you?â you ask, breathless and tired.
âYou donât think I enjoyed myself just now?â She laughs and kisses you. âYouâre simply adorable.â She cups your cheek lovingly, brushing your hair away.Â
âTonight was all about you. Plus, I doubt you'd be able to accomplish anything in the state you're in. You can always make it up to me another night,â she grins and boops your nose, smiling tenderly, before snuggling against you.
You watch her as she drifts to sleep next to you, moments before you cave into your own exhaustion. For the first time in months, you get a good, restful night of sleep.
When morning comes, youâre awakened by a god-awful headache, the consequences of last nightâs drinking catching up to you. On the bright side, you find Shadowheart wrapped around you from behind, with her face nuzzled in your neck. You smile and hold on to her arm around your waist, linking your fingers with hers. She awakens soon after and greets you with kisses on your shoulder. You turn around to properly kiss her good morning, but the pain throbbing in your head has you groaning and holding your head instead. She catches on quickly and casts lesser restoration on you, fixing your headache instantly.
âThank you, doc.â You sigh, content, and turn your head to face her. âHow will I ever repay you?â
âI'm sure you'll think of something.â
âMmh, I might have an idea.â
âOh?â She chuckles. âColour me intrigued.â
You flip yourself above her, pinning her down before kissing her lovingly. When you pull away, you find her looking at you with the same lust she had for you the night prior. Her eyes fall on your lips before she speaks again.
âYou should follow me on my next adventure. I think it would help you clear things up.â
You pull back, now sitting on her, as you take a moment to answer. âI have a few errands to run, but I might take you up on that offer.â
âI still have the room for a tenday,â she raises herself up on her elbows and gives you a pensive look before continuing her thought. âLet me know when you make up your mind.â
You get dressed up and kiss her goodbye, eager to go back to your own inn to get changed and take a much deserved bath. Since the room you had rented was yours for a few days, you might as well take the chance to shop around while you were there; you were in dire need of new equipment for your next adventures. You spend those days getting upgrades for your gear, and visiting the city. Day after day, something felt odd; you had the weird feeling that you were being watched. Every time, nothing would happen, and neither did you see anyone suspicious, but the feeling never left. One night, as you were making your way to your inn, that feeling only got stronger. The streets werenât busy per say, but everyone you could see was minding their business, discussing amongst themselves. You pressed ahead to reach the inn faster; maybe it was all in your head, but just in case your intuition was right, you didnât want to take any chances.
As you turn the corner to take a shortcut in a back alley, two figures block your path. In the dark of the night, you canât make out their identities, but their threatening auras are enough to make you back away. You bump into two more imposing shadows, somehow having managed to sneak up behind you, who quickly grab your arms before you can think of escaping. You try to fight against them but their combined forces pin you down almost completely. You were strong, you shouldnât have had any issue fighting them off, but their strength almost felt⌠surnatural. If you had learned one thing during your misadventures, it was that when brute strength wasn't an option, you had to aim for their egos.
âCome on, four against one? How's that fair? Are you so weak that you can't face me alone? Let me get the chance to fuck you up, one after the other.â You smile cheekily, your blood running hot, ready for a fight. Karlach would be proud.
The bandits remain unphased by your taunting, with only one of them answering to your banter.
âWe won't fight you. Our Master requested that you be brought alive.â
âAw, poor lil pup canât do anything without its master's permission,â you say, mocking them, and you laugh disdainfully at them. âYouâre fucking pathetic.âÂ
The figure moves towards you and youâre slapped with a strength that wouldâve made you fall to your knees, had you not been held by the two other goons.
âENOUGH!â Another figure speaks up. âRemember the Master mentioned that she be left unharmed.â
You lift your head back up, your breathing ragged by your furor. âHow about you bring me to that master of yours so I can show him who heâs messing with?â
You wish you could take back your words as another figure appears, stepping out from the shadows, this one all too familiar.
âHello, my sweet.â
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I bet they planned it all out like the shows
Went everywhere I go
Walked in the store right behind me
Stood in line right beside me and followed me to my home
I'm sure they figured it out early on
That I would never run
That they could shoot, but that's no fun
'Cause then they're killing the stolen son, oh
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Redamancy: Chapter Twenty-Five
Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, whatâs there to lose?
Warnings: None
Notes: Holy shit Iâm back and boyyyyy does it feel good! I missed you guys and I canât thank you enough for the love and support𼚠Jasper and Reader need to go through this icky before getting back to normal and going through the craziness of Eclipse. This made me fuzzy on the inside to write because itâs healing this shit Bella and Edward never went through but needed to lol
Word Count: 2125
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⢠March 24th, 2006 ⢠Forks HS â˘
Reader
Two days.
Forty-eight hours since I told Jasper Hale I needed time, space. Insane, really. Insane that even though heâs gravity, heâs in every thought scrolling through my brain, I asked him for the very thing my heart abhors. The very thing my brain needs.
Itâs exhausting, my rational brain warring with my irrational heart. Heâs here, heâs home, I just need to soak up every second. But on the other hand⌠for how long? We still have the same issue - my humanity and his control.
My hand shuts my locker door not-so-softly and I stare at my fingers on the cold metal. They could be touching cold skin instead- fuck, this stupid beating organ in my chest.
Frustration drives me to dig my phone out of my pocket as the bell for fourth period rings, the hallway behind me emptying out quickly.
He answers on the second ring and relief loosens the knot in my chest fractionally.
âHey girly, whatâs up?â Quilâs chipper tone brings a grin to the corner of my lips.
âKidnap me? Please?â
He must hear the desperation in my voice, since he agrees immediately. âAbsolutely, Iâll be there in twenty.â A shout of protest echoes in the background and he apologizes quickly, he was in class I canât just ask him to- âLunch?â He asks, jogging now by the puffs of his breath.
âQuil, that's a thirty minute drive-â I protest, worried.
âAnd you need rescuing, figure out what you want for lunch.â He ends the call abruptly as the squeaky door to his junky old car opens.
Sighing at my phone, I pocket it and turn towards my next class. I can survive until he gets here, right? Iâve been climbing the walls for the last two days, the object of my thoughts noticeably absent from school.
Thatâs a good thing, right? Heâs doing what I asked, allowing me the space I need to think clearly, without his persuasion.
When in all actuality, I canât help but feel like the walls are shrinking.
Heâs here, heâs home, he said he wasnât going anywhere, his family is still here.
The affirmations trickle over my buzzing skin.
I saw Alice in second period. Emmett is sitting behind my empty seat in Trig - I just have to walk through the door.
How the fuck am I going to move forward, to figure out a solution with Jasper, if Iâm also trying to tackle their abandonment?
I might as well be trying to move forward through mud - thick, dark, and fucking everywhere.
My phone vibrates about fifteen minutes before the end of class, I donât dare pull it out of my pocket to confirm that itâs Quil.
My hand raises and immediately catches Mr. Varnerâs gaze in the quiet classroom, âYes, miss Y/l/n?â
âMay I run to the bathroom, please?â I ask, trying to keep the sudden impatience out of my voice.
His nod is all I need to pack away my items quickly, behind me I hear the groan of the desk supporting the hulking frame of my other best friend.
âY/n, what are you-â Emmettâs hushed whisper makes my pulse jump.
âIâll be safe, promise.â I whisper back and practically run for the door.
A chair squeaks and Mr. Varner calls out, âMister Cullen, she does not require assistance finding the ladies room, sit down.â
I flash him an apologetic smile as he slowly retakes his seat before I push the door open. I feel horrible, but I need the freedom waiting for me in the student parking lot.
Sprinting through the exterior double doors, a full-on smile overtakes my face as Quil leans over the center console to open the passenger door, âHop in, loser!â
Sitting in the parking lot facing First Beach with the windows rolled down, munching on cheap burgers and fries, I feel like I can finally take a deep breath.
âOkay,â setting down his shake to begin his interrogation, I brace. âNot that playing hookie isnât the best idea ever to kick off the weekend, but whatâs wrong?â
âHeâs back.â I stare at the last few bites of my burger as I set it down in my lap, the paper crinkling loudly.
âHe as in-â
âJasper.â
âOookaaay,â he draws out the vowels, not really following the obvious dilemma. âYou wanted him to come back, right? I mean, you were a fucking mess the last six months.â
âYes I wanted him to come back! I just-â I hesitate, âI just donât know how to feel about it.â
âIf my boyfriend-â I level a look on him that he ignores, âHeâs yours, hook, line, and sinker - câmon. If my boyfriend up and abandoned me, and I hadnât gotten over it in six fucking months, suddenly is back in my life, whatâs there to feel other than relief? A reprieve from what youâve been feeling without him?â
âSince when do you know-â
âStop deflecting, Iâm here to solve this shit because my best friend needs help.â Heâs munching on fries like this is goddamn entertainment. âAnswer. Now.â This fucking fucker.
âFine.â I puff out a breath and stare at the waves. âWeâre still in the same situation he left me in-â
âThe situation you wonât tell me about?â
âYes.â The exasperation in my tone brokers no room for argument on the subject, so I move on. âI feel like the rug is going to be yanked out from underneath me because of it. Thereâs no way, over or through this mountain, itâll always be there.â
âMountains wither over time; if creeks can be persistent enough to become rivers, then so can you. I donât know what this mountain looks like, but have you ever asked him for help to explore it? To find a path in the trees one step at a time?â
I look at him, gobsmacked. He makes it sound so easy.
âDonât look at me like that, I may not have experience, but I can tell you what I feel like is right. And it feels right to just talk to him. I can tell you what to do all day until Iâm blue in the face, but only he can reassure you in ways no one else can.â The empathy in his face makes my eyes sting, fuck heâs right.
âYou are a treasure, you know that Quil Ateara?â I give him a sad smile trying to reign in my stupid tears, reaching for his hand.
He gives it to me and squeezes, âOf course,â he says it like itâs as obvious as grass being green. âAnd someday Iâll be as wrecked about a girl and you can regurgitate this shit back to me.â His shit-eating grin contains a little mustard in the corner and I bust out laughing.
âAncestors help her, sheâll have to put up with a lot when it comes to you.â I tease and he winks.
âIâm nothing but a hoot, I donât know what youâre talking about.â
Cranking his museum piece of a car, he turns it in the direction of his house and we leave todayâs worries in the sand to be washed away with the tide.
â˘March 24th, 2006 ⢠Forks Community Hospitalâ˘
Jasper
The swish of the automatic front doors of the hospital snap me from the thoughts pinging around in my brain. The cold crystal in my hand gathering condensation brings me back to my mission.
Striding down the familiar hallway that contains Carlisleâs office, I stop at the door displaying his name. Peeking inside to confirm my hearing, my adoptive father is definitely absent from his worn leather chair. No matter, procrastination wonât win me anything.
Continuing down the hallway, my steps are nearly silent as the nurseâs station comes into view with the object of my mission sitting alone behind a massive monitor.
âItâs after visitation hours, youâll have to come back-â She finally raises her eyes and her sentence peters off quietly, âtomorrow-Jasper?â
Y/nâs mother stands from her chair as she registers my face, eyes falling to the bouquet of flowers set in one of Esmeâs many crystal vases.
âTake this one, sheâll know you mean business.â Esme deposited the vase on the kitchen counter in front of me this morning while I was lost in thought on how to talk to Y/nâs mom. Apparently flowers are still the way women prefer their apologies.
âY/n is still at the Reservation-â She starts, assuming itâs her daughter the flowers are for.
âI know.â Placing the arrangement Rosalie helped me with on the counter, I turn my supernatural gift inward and mellow out my nerves. âThese are for you, maâam.â
âOh.â Surprise fills the air as her speechlessness pulses for a few seconds, the beeping of heart rate monitors echo around us. âYou didnât have to-â Gasping, her eyes narrow when they meet mine, weariness floods her senses. âYouâre not asking-â
I chuckle, knowing what this looks like, âNo maâam, Iâm here to apologize.â
Nerves fill my throat in an unfamiliar sensation for a reason not related to this apology, she thought I was asking to marry her daughter.
I store that thought away in the recesses of my mind, I canât even begin to fall down that rabbit hole of complication.
âIâm not the one who needs an apology.â Her tone is soft as she plucks at a deep red rose petal.
âYour daughter will get an apology from me for the rest of my life, if she chooses to let me continue to be in hers.â That grabs her attention again. âYou deserve one too, you were with her when I wasnât and it put an immense amount of unwarranted stress on you both. I hope you accept my sincerest apology, even if you decide Iâm not worth your good graces.â I take a deep breath and speak from the heart with my next words. âIn September I was given a challenge that I failed and it rocked my world in a way Iâm not even sure I know how to handle even now. I thought that if I simply removed myself, she could continue on like she had before we met. I know now⌠I know now that was not the answer and it never will be.â
I notice her eyes begin to turn a little misty as she processes my words and it wrenches a little something in my chest, I didnât want to make her mom cry.
âShe makes me want to be better, do better.â I glance at the empty hallway, quiet this late in the afternoon. âI want to be someone sheâs proud of, someone worthy of her, no matter how hard it is. I want you to be able to trust me with her, which is why it was important to tell you how sorry I am.â
After a moment of surveying my face, pure joy radiates from her pores as she rounds the end of the desk to face me fully.
âOf course I accept your apology,â she envelops me in what would be a bone crushing hug, âthank you.â
Relief courses through me as we separate, glad I decided to do this.
âI appreciate your apology and these gorgeous flowers,â she rubs my shoulder in such a soothing mom-manner before leveling me with a no-kidding look. âWhatever my daughter decides, goes.â
âAbsolutely,â completely serious, âI am at her mercy and if she wants nothing to do with me, Iâll respect that.â
âI knew you were a good one.â She winks at me before returning to her seat with a smile. âYour dad should be finished with afternoon rounds, now that you got the hard part of your visit over.â
âItâs never hard, talking to a pretty lady.â Now itâs my turn to wink, she responds with a genuine laugh that makes me smile.
âFlattery will get you everywhere, Mister Hale.â I take my leave as she resumes her typing.
Navigating back to my fatherâs office, I drop myself with relief into the chair in front of his immaculate desk.
âIâm pleased that went well, you did good.â He doesnât even glance up at me, but the smile and his emotions oozing happiness tell me I did something right for once.
âOne down, one to go.â I lean my head back in the chair and close my eyes, allowing myself to feel the relief of winning her mother over again.
âOne down, one to go.â He repeats back, his smile evident in his voice.
I needed this win. I needed to succeed at something with this balled up mess in my chest.
Now I just need her.
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Ok so ive been kinda obsessed with the vampire trope lately, like for the past month yk
On top of vampire stuff, its pussy eater miguel that's been living in my samsung notes
Anyways to ask politely, vampire Miguel por favor đ´đ´đťđť
No same this vampire trope has been eating away at meâŚ. Miguel vampire sexiness <3 I just know this man wouldnât give a second thought about it. If you complained about your cramps heâd plop down next to you and convince you to let him not only fuck you, but also eat you out like a mad man while your monthly cycle comes to make your life miserable. He promises heâll make you feel better and he always does :( !!!
đđđđŠ đ˘đ§ đ đđŤđđđŚ ⢠Vampire Miguel OâHara x afab reader
- 18+, pussy fiend Mig, bloodplay!, pussy! Eating while reader is on her period, talk about menstrual cycle, unprotected sex, dumbification, lots of talk about blood!, praising, breeding kink, size kink, vampire Mig!, period sex!, possessive Miguel, talks about reader being insecure about her period, pet names, soft dom Mig!
Miguel could smell you from downstairs, the sweet metallic smell of blood was filling his senses. He knew never to bring it up since you were always so anxious about your smell.
He could hear your voice already. I smell? Is it bad?
But it wasnât in the typical way youâd expect. It was a smell that made him salivate, made him ravenous at the thought of you giving him the pleasure of indulging in his deepest impulsive desires.
He could feel his hands begin to sweat at the image of your legs spread across his desk hazed his mind. He jumped in his seat, the chair screeching back while you burst into the room with a bowl of his favorite fruits.
You took the time to cut them out in star shapes, some even in funky looking spider shapes just to tease him. âI made you some fruit honeyâ you skittishly smile. He took a deep breath completely ignoring the scent of fruit as your delicious scent grew more potent than before.
You placed the bowl on his desk as you made your way between his legs. You stood in front of him with a loving smile as your fingers messaged through his hair âdid I scare you?â
Miguelâs hands hugged around your waist, his head dropping onto your stomach in a grumbled moaned. It was your own smell inviting him in without any words.âa littleâ he mumbled.
âYou smell so good, so so fucking goodâ Miguel rambled on as he pulled you flush against his lap. You smiled at his words and allowed yourself to straddle him comfortably.
âCan I ask you something and you promise it wonât scare you?â The words were almost inaudible âyou donât need to do anything if you donât want to ok?â He added.
You perked up at the last sentence, those words always meant something you always ended up loving. âYou definitely canâ you cooed with a teasing wiggle to your hips.
A rasped moan came out from his throat as he felt you press against his growing member with a tight grip on your arms, holding onto you for dear life.
âYouâre on your period yes?â He whispered. âMmhmâ you nodded, your eyebrows raising at the question. âCan I eat you out? I know your going to go on about how your worried about the taste and the smell y todo esa cochinadaâ he muttered on.
âBut you smell so fucking Devine itâs driving me crazyâhe panted. Your eyes widened at his request, the grip on you not going unnoticed as you took a deep breath in.
âI- I are you sure mig? Iâm on my first 2 days and you know I bleed alo-â your worries were cut off as Miguel groaned into your shoulder âI know I already, I know that and I donât give a shitâ he practically mewled.
A smile grew on your lips as you now began to hear the desperation in his voice. You could feel Miguel radiating heat, it was as if he was burning at the feeling of you so close to him.
âOkâ you nod. Miguelâs head shot up from your shoulder, thatâs all it took? âOk what?â Miguel perked up âyes Iâll let you eat me outâ you cooed.
Miguel was pleased beyond belief. The moan he let out sounded more like a growl as he pushed you onto his desk.
Although you said yes the worry of your own insecurities still lingered. Miguel was tugging your shorts down in a matter of seconds as you leaned onto your elbows.
You closed your legs once you were in your undies, you werenât one for tampons so the pad was somehow even more embarrassing. âAh ah donât get shy, nothing to get nervous about. Nothing to get embarrassed ofâ Miguel hummed as he pressed soft kisses onto your inner thighs.
âLet me take care of you yeah?â He hummed with lust filled eyes glimmering up at you âI promise youâll love it, itâll feel good for the both of usâ
You nodded âyesâ softly, earning a humming approval. You gasped as he pulled down your panties, the cold air making you shiver as he tossed the clothing behind him.
The look on Miguelâs face was something out of a porno to say the least, his eyes were wide with his hair completely disheveled. You could see him swallow as he licked his lips âfor fuck sakeâ he whispered to himself, the visual infront of him was sinful.
You could see his eyes glow bright red, his fangs peering from under his lips before he dove between your legs.
Miguel was in heaven. This was it, the place everyone told him heâd find peace. The unforgettable taste of your blood was engraving itself into his heart without a doubt. He knew heâd never get over the taste of your honey metallic taste. He moaned into you like a hungry animal as he lapped and licked at your messy cunt.
You were pushed deeper into your elbows as his hands shoved the back of your thighs onto the desk. Your head dangling back as you let out a deprived moan. You had no fucking clue it ever felt this good.
You wished you wouldâve agreed to this earlier as Miguelâs thick tongue circled your swollen bud, the visual of his mouth tainted burgundy wasnât helping the throbbing of your clit.
Miguel rolled his tongue over your tight hole, taking in the warm vital fluid that pumped through your veins like a starved animal. Your elbows gave in as you dropped into the desk, back curling into an arch as he held you still.
The lewd wet sounds coming from you fused with the moans and grunts coming from Miguel were pornographic. Miguelâs grip on you was nothing but harsh as he pried your legs apart. âI love you, I fucking love youâ he mumbled.
The pulsing member in his sweats was making him whimper into you and unknowingly making the tingling in your lower belly grow in intensity.
You tugged at his hair as he lapped at your clit, his tongue expertly working you like the strings on a guitar. âMi- Mig! Oh my fffâŚâ you cried out as a hungry groan rumbled out of him.
âThatâs it, let it out fâme let it outâ he mumbled with his eyes glowing red at you. He spit out more words of encouragement and before you could take a breath in you were shaking in his arms.
Miguel let out a satisfied chuckle as he felt your clit throbbing on his tongue âfeels good huh?â Miguel smiled up at you as drops of blood trickled down his fangs and lips.
You clenched around nothing as you took in the bloody scene in front of you. It was laughable how your hands flew to his sweats, he watched as struggled to tug them down his waist. âThat wasnât enough for you?â He smiled, hands on the band of his sweats as he dropped them to the ground.
âYou like seeing me with my mouth covered in blood donât you? You canât stop staring at my mouthâ
He didnât bother cleaning off the bloody mess from his face as he pulled you onto the edge of the desk, cock in hand as he rubbed himself between your folds.
He gritted his teeth at the visual of you covering his cock in red and white strokes of color âalways so good to me, Iâm the luckiest man alive you know that?â He hummed as he pushed into your wet cunt.
You both mewled out in pleasure as he stretched you full, it seemed like no matter how many times he fucked you, it always stung a bit. You purred his name in the most perfect way as he began to move his hips.
Your body seeming to love the intense sensation of Miguel fucking you during your menstrual cycle. It was as if he was breaking you in and feeling you out before he was lucky enough to make you the mother of his children.
He craved for your body to learn the feeling of his cock and the make of his seed so he could assure himself a little spider of his own.
He watched as your eyes rolled back into your skull, the dumb look on your face making him dizzy as you gasped with each thrust. Your nails dug into his arms as he pounded you onto his desk, the wood screeching onto the floor as he marked you as his.
All you could let out were mewls and whimpers as he buried himself deep inside your gushy walls. You didnât care how messy you were getting once Miguelâs hands wrapped around your abdomen, keeping you in place as he bounced you onto his cock.
The obvious size difference between you both now highlighted by his massive hands holding you still as he used you like his personal toy. âAsi chula? asi te gusta? Que guapa te miras con tus ojitos aguandoâ he purred.
You nodded at his words even though you couldnât process a thing. âTe coge tonta? Mira mami en los ojos, mira me por favorâ he mocked. You mewled as he squeezed your face to look up at him.
Your eyes dumbly glared up at him as he pounded you harder, your legs trebling as you whimpered with each of his deep thrusts.
Miguel could feel you throbbing which let him know you needed a few more thrusts of his hips and with two deep strokes you were clawing at his arms.
His eyes darted up to your face then down to the mess between the both of you. He watched as your sticky slick grew prominent over the red color of blood, the feeling of you gushing around him pulled out a loud moan from deep within him.
Miguel fell forward, his arms desperately holding himself from falling onto you as he filled your tight cunt full. The sound of both of you panting and moaning making the whole situation even more filthy.
Neither of you could speak for a few seconds as the addictive nature of your orgasms slowly wore off.
âTold you youâd love itâ
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Hiii can I just say Iâm OBSESSED with ISY,D!! Amazing work truly the best â¤ď¸
I saw asks are open so I thought Iâd slip in a little prompt đ
Astarion and Tav have a bit of a spat at camp. Tav is trying to convince Astarion that ascending would make him just as bad as Cazador, but Astarion craves the power and the freedom. Tav, upset and frustrated, ends up leaving for a walk through the late night streets of the gate to clear their head. One of the vampire spawn out looking for their next prey find Tav, recognizing them immediately as Astarionâs love (and one true weakness) and kidnaps them to bring to Cazador. Cazador, being the sick fuck he is, locks Tav away and sends a note to Astarion that he finds the next morning, saying that he had Tav and that if Astarion wants them back he has to surrender to Cazador and go through with the ceremony. Astarion loses his mind and races to the castle with the gang in tow, praying that Tav is unharmed. Will he be there just in time to save Tav? Or will he be too late, will Cazador have already turned them by the time he gets there?
Sorry for the paragraph but this has been in my mind for DAYS and I would cry if you could make this story come to fruition â¤ď¸
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Hello đ¸anon!! Thank you so much for liking the series, I'm glad that it's something that you enjoy reading! Also, I've decided to include @simp-4-astarion's request as they were rather similar in nature!! Thank you so much for liking my work :,DDD
In addition!! Just a heads up for people who'd like to request or send an idea in, I don't just write for Astarion! Feel free to include your favorite romanceable pcs (and non romanceable npcs lol) into the mix!!
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That night at camp had been fraught with tension, like a fraying rope ready to snap. The campfire crackled, the tongues of the flame dancing and flickering about, mirroring the storm within the heated pair.
Your voice, something that he's come to find solace in as of late, quivered with frustration unlike any he's heard directed at him before as you tried to reason with him.
"I don't relish it. but my," He pauses, wondering what he should call them. "--Siblings lured thousands of people to their death over the years. I doubt Baldur's Gate would miss any of them." He seems rather taken with the idea, and you worry about what this could mean for him.
"But we don't even know if it's possible, Astarion. You're hypothesizing that you become the Vampire Ascendant at the expense of eradicating the other spawn." Whether or not they had done things as horrendous as your,-- gods you don't even know what you are,-- as the ex-magistrate, they did not deserve to be subjected to such a ritual.
He paces around you, ascertaining your reactions, and making quick work to think about how he could convince you
"And so what? I've obviously thought about it. If I completed the ritual, this evocation, I'd have insurmountable power. And--" He nears himself to you, practically whispering the following words into the skin of you neck. As if anything he said would etch its way into your skin and carve you anew.
"I could walk in the sun without fear of becoming a mindflayer. Don't you want that for me, darling? For us?" The question instills an indescribable fear in you. Not the same fear that's been riddling you as you wonder if you'd perish in one of your many battles, oh no, it was the fear you'd bear witness to when you lost something dear to you.
It's as if he's giving you an out.
Agree with him, and you seal his fate as the Vampire Ascendant with a sure place at his side.
Or disagree, allowing all those spawn the same chance he had been given all those tendays ago, and snuff out whatever growing relationship you had between you.
He senses your uncertainty.
And he feels lost.
He figured that you would be so sure to keep him at your side. Doing anything it takes to make sure it stays that way, but now you're getting cold feet with his blatant proposal of companionship because of what?
These monsters he's hunted with?
These damned spawn that represent everything you've seeked to correct about the world?
"Astarion, please, give them a chance. They were just like you once, give them that much."
At any other time, he would've admired your efforts to help them. But in this moment, he thinks you a fool who could never truly understand what it means to be a slave.
To want for power.
"You did not know them. And you do not know me as well as you may think, my dear, if you think they deserve a chance more than I do."
He doesn't know why it all happened the way it did. The way that his thoughts came tumbling out of his mouth and only allowing the worst of things to escape him.
All he knows was that it had surely hurt you and that he doesn't think he's ever seen your retreating form look as small as it did as you walked towards somewhere in the city.
And that he wished he had remembered where they were. So near to where his consanguines and he used to hunt.
So when he and the others are greeted with a letter smelling of undeath, telling them that they had their precious leader imprisoned in Cazadaor's manor, he knows not to tell them about the little argument you two had.
Knows not to tell them anything to dampen their mood as they search for you.
Knows not to tell them that the likelihood He kept you alive was slim to none, now that he has Astarion's attention.
Once they had been alerted of your whereabouts, a clear ploy to lure him back to his master, there would be no use for you anymore. They don't know Cazador like he did, and he was sure that by the time they reached their destination, you would be no more.
Stil, he's willing to take any chance he can get to get you back. No use in proclaiming you dead if he hasn't seen you, and he'd be damned if he let Cazador take any more from him.
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Wait a minute now hold on! Vampire Asmo makes the most sense to me out of everyone. He's the avatar of lust and what's most commonly known about vampires? Their bloodlust is usually the first thing one would think of. Like I already love to see the demons with the more "monstrous" attributes but this event? Flawless. This is purely me having an absolute thirst for demons being possessive and wanting to mark/scent their person up. đ¤
You're rightâAsmodeus as the Avatar of Bloodlust is amazing. A little scary, though.
Vampire!ASMODEUS x gn!Reader, 1.1k words, nsfw, dark themes if you squint.
Content warnings: canon-typical vampire behaviour: possessiveness/jealousy, obsessive/unhinged thoughts, implied violence/murder, spicy towards the end.
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Vampire!Asmodeus whose aura is more alluring now, and it's stronger and more seductive than the strongest charm magic. He hopes he never has to use it on you.
Vampire!Asmodeus who falls even more in love with you because there's nothing more romantic than you willingly giving him your blood. He cries the first time he feeds from you because he loves you so much and you're so precious to him, and you taste so good...
Vampire!Asmodeus who is more sensitive to smell now than ever before. He loves your scent, but smelling others on you triggers possessive fury deep inside him. You should only smell like him.
Vampire!Asmodeus who is extremely clingy when you���re in public or around other vampires and demons. Heâs not shy about being affectionate with you where others can see. He wants them to see how much he loves you. He isnât shy about warning others to stay away from you if they get too close. His aura crackles with power and he growls, deep and menacing in his chest, at anyone that tries to touch you. Itâs the only warning theyâll get.
(Vampire!Asmodeus who always knows if someone dared to approach you when he wasnât around to scare them off. Your scent is tainted, and he gently coaxes the truth from youâyou might not mention it if he doesnât bring it up first. You shrug it off as silliness because everyone knows youâre together, and he hides his rage with fake smiles and gentle teasing. He waits until later, when youâre sated and fast asleep in his bed, before he goes hunting for vermin that should know their place.)
Vampire!Asmodeus who secretly likes taking you to public places where he can show off to everyone else that youâre his. When possessiveness simmers deep inside him, his emotionsâhis love for you, his lust for your body and your bloodâamplifies tenfold. He's desperate for everything you can give him. Feeding from you and fucking you is so much sweeter when heâs overwhelmed with passion.
Vampire!Asmodeus who takes you to places like The Fall when he wants to indulge in a night of bloodlust and depravity with you. His hands roam your body and linger on your pulse points so he can feel your heartbeat beneath his fingertips. The heat of the dance floor causes your blood to pump faster and it enhances your delicious scent and taste even more.
Vampire!Asmodeus whose rumbling purr builds to a growl in his chest as crushes your lips together. He licks into your mouth and his fingernails dig into your hips when your tongue brushes against one of his fangs. His eyes blaze bright with possessive rage when he glares over your shoulder at the others watching nearby. He knows they're staring at you like a piece of meat, but they canât have you because youâre his.
Vampire!Asmodeus who grinds his cock against you in search of friction because he wants you to know exactly how much you affect him. Bloodlust tinges the edge of his vision with red when you reach between your bodies and squeeze the hardened length against your hip.
(Vampire!Asmodeus who momentarily thinks about wiping that teasing smirk from your face by pushing you to your knees so he can choke you on his cock and paint your lips with his cum.)
Vampire!Asmodeus who can barely resist the urge to bite you now. He leads you off the dancefloor towards the private room he keeps on reserve for his useâhe wants you so badly, he can hardly stand itâ
Once you're alone, Vampire!Asmodeus rips your clothes to tatters as he backs you towards the bed and covers your naked body with his own. Your skin is so warm and glistens with sweat, and the sweet aroma of your blood and your arousal nearly makes him drool as he stares down at you.
Vampire!Asmodeus who is stunned by the love and lust reflected in your own eyes, and he wants you so badly but he wonât risk hurting you by rushing things. He murmurs his love and praise against your neck as his fingers tease between your legs and prepare you for his cock. He's so desperate for your blood on his tongue and your body clenching around his, but above all else, he needs to hear you say you love him too.
âYouâre all mine, arenât you?â he whines between open-mouthed kisses along your jaw. âYouâre so beautiful and so perfect, I love you so much.â
His eyes meet yours when you cup his cheek so softly with your palm. âI love you too,â you say, trailing off into a high-pitched moan as his fingers scissor inside you and stretch you even more. You arch your back against his chest and roll your hips to try and fuck yourself on his fingers, but itâs not enough. âPlease, Iâm ready, I want you so badlyââÂ
Vampire!Asmodeus who finally sinks his fangs into your neck at the same time he buries his cock deep inside you. His hips move in sync with the greedy, slurping pulls of blood he coaxes from your veins. He groans when you come first, your body tightening around his cock like the sweetest vice until he comes too.Â
Vampire!Asmodeus who licks the wounds on your neck to expedite their healing. His mouth is smeared with crimson and his eyes are glossy and unfocused. He groans when you pull him to your mouth for a sloppy, desperate kiss as pleasure surges through you.
(Vampire!Asmodeus who wonders if you like tasting your blood on his tongue after he's fed from you. Part of him wants to offer you his blood tooâdo you think about it sometimes, like he does?)
Vampire!Asmodeus who slides down your body because heâs still hungry for you. He bites into the soft, plush skin of your thighs and drinks while your hands tangle in his hair. He chases the taste of your blood with the cum and slick that coats your skin. He alternates drinking from your thighs and making you come with his mouth over and over until your voice is hoarse from screaming his name.Â
Vampire!Asmodeus who gathers you in his arms and curls around you protectively when you're ready to sleep. He licks his lips and hums happily at the delicious taste of your blood and cum that still coats his tongue. He traces the lingering bite marks on your neck and thighs as you drift off to sleep, the neat lines of puncture wounds arranged in shapes of the letter âAâ.
Vampire!Asmodeus who loves you more than anything or anyone else, including himself.Â
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seventeen and which mythical beings they are
requested by @mesanthropi ^^ physically held myself back from going on rants for shua's and hao's and jeonghan's pls (iykyk)
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seungcheol
vampire. formidable, mysterious vampire seungcheol from a powerful family name who lives in a huge, ominous castle and somehow manages to make sucking blood look sexy⌠shakes he's so fine oh my god. honestly vampire!cheol with glowing red eyes and an intimidating presence and the most smug fucking smirk in the world is such a vibe, and he also has the whole âi was born centuries and centuries agoâ old hag thing down to an art
jeonghan
siren. specifically a mermaid-type siren that lives in the sea and has a pretty iridescent tail. water-dwelling being jeonghan just makes so much sense to me bc he has their fluidity and their peaceful and their mischief and also??? jeonghan with a shimmery mermaid tail and captivating siren voice???? i'd willingly drown myself for him actually, siren song be damned. he has the silvery voice of a siren and the ethereal looks to be one fr
joshua
wood nymph. bambi-eyed wood nymph joshua who communicates with the birds and tends to his forest and has flowers weaved in his hair and stars embedded around his eyes⌠the nymph!joshua obsession is Real guys and i am definitely a victim of it. curly haired joshua is just sooo wood nymph coded and i can see him as some soft-spoken, pretty being who lives in a birch tree and guides stray travellers when they get lost in his woods
junhui
witch junhui with his black cat familiar and his dented cauldron and his cottage in the middle of the forest!! witch junhui with his mini apothecary and his goofy-sounding spells and his eyebrow permanently half-singed bc his enchantments keep backfiring!! witch junhui with his soft spoken words and bright laugh and total kindness to everyone who happens upon his home!! witch junhui is so so dear to me and he really is just. a witchy little dude
hoshi
shapeshifter. does this idea feed into his furry agenda a bit too much? yeah, it kinda does, but oh my god just imagine tiger shapeshifter hoshi who's part human but can turn into a large, big-fanged and bold-striped tiger at a moment's notice. he really just genuinely gives shapeshifter vibes, and every year he schedules one week where he'll traipse off into the nearest mountains and blow off some steam in his tiger form for seven days
wonwoo
dragon. okay so this is kinda not a humanoid mythical being, but wonwoo is soooo big friendly dragon coded. i can imagine him as a large, red scaly dragon, snoozing atop his massive hoard of gold in a secluded cave in the forest, little wisps of smoke coming out of his nostrils as he snores contentedly. that doesn't mean he can't be scary if he wants to tho, and can burn down any puny humans who try to steal his hoard in the blink of an eye
woozi
demigod. part-god woozi is just such a vibe okay, and he rlly does give off a hercules-type feel, where he can do inhuman things and seems almost untouchable in his awesomeness, even though he's right there in front of you. and he has a hatred of the gods and a mild tolerance for humans but at the end of the day, he appreciates and loves both for all that they do. (also in a percy jackson demigod sense, he is totally an apollo's kid and no i don't make the rules)Â
minghao
fae. y'all know how far my fairy minghao agenda runs by now and like ??? can you blame me ???? the idea of sassy smol hao with fairy wings and a squeaky voice is cute and all, but also i just think he fits the idea of the entire tall, mysterious fae folk really well too. with his pointy fae ears and his shrewd gaze and his ability to say half-truths and riddles and give sage advice about how to live your life all at once, he really is very much a fae-like person.Â
mingyu
some sort of demon. he's so loud and bright and kind that, despite his huge presence and glowing eyes and the horns protruding out of his mess of fluffy hair, you don't even register that he's some dangerous, hellish creature before something happens and he just snaps, the air around him visibly darkening as he tears after the thing that caused him to lose control. he's so sweet and kind but so undeniably dangerous all at once.Â
dokyeom
elf. i'm thinking lord of the rings elves, except i haven't actually watched lord of the rings but i have this idea of them being tall and rich and elegant beings, and it makes me think of dokyeom. he's just so pretty, and the elves rely on the natural elements to survive, right? dokyeom is just so sunbeams peeking through forest leaves, so little rabbits bounding through the undergrowth, so hand-whittled arrows and folk songs around a campfire and tall, tall, beautiful elves.Â
seungkwan
will oâ the wisp or a sprite. he's endearing and mysterious, and once you gain his favour he's staying glued to ur shoulder for the entirety of your dangerous quest through the magical woods. he's very chatty and also very elusive, constantly flitting around in the air and disappearing in a wink of light before appearing on your nose once again. you can't tell if he's a help or a hindrance, but he's cute and bright and makes the journey a lot better
vernon
a smurf. smurfs count as mythical beings okay, and while ive never actually watched any smurf movie thing ever, i think vernon would make an absolutely brilliant smurf. they give off silly goofy weird adorable vibes, and that's basically vernon in a nutshell. also smol vernon with blue skin and lives in a mushroom looking house??? that's kinda cute and actually something that vernon might wanna do irl not gonna lie
chan
nine-tailed fox. he's so mysterious and sexy and kind of dangerous but like. his unbelievable handsomeness kinda outweighs the danger. honestly i don't really have an explanation for this other than that the Vibes r there for some reason and he'd look so cool with those glittery wisps of magic threading through the air around him as his eyes glow a mysterious colour before he launches into a kdrama-esque fight sequence against the latest monster
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Hi!! Could I get a poly!lost boys x male(or gn if you donât do male) reader who sleepwalks? Just their reactions to it and a bit of humor, but also a little danger because the reader almost sleepwalks out of the cave during daytime? And how the boys would adjust things to make sure it never happens again?
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"It's really becoming a problem," Marko sounded worried, which was unusual, to say the least. Paul sat next to him, his legs on Marko's lap. Even though Paul didn't speak, it was clear he agreed. "What if he walks out into the sun, and we don't notice it because we're all asleep as well?"
David nodded, leaning back in his chair as he sighed. Their mate, as much as they loved him, as much as they loved the fact that he changed, had a bit of a problem. Not a bad one, per se. It's not a problem in the sense of him changing wrong or him not being okay with being a vampire. No, it was in the sense of taking some human traits along with the change. Back when the boys had first met him, they first started hanging out with him, they hadn't known. It was only when they had invited their mate over to stay the night at the cave that this problem came to light.
He sleepwalked. Every night, like clockwork. Back when he was human, all they had to do was make sure there'd be no mess on the floor so he could walk safely wherever his dream took him. They did board up the cave entrance, but that was purely for his protection, so he didn't walk off of a cliff while sleeping. Now, as a vampire, this sleepwalking resulted in him walking and sometimes even floating around during the day - and the risk of him ending up in a stray beam of sunlight was getting bigger and bigger.
The three boys inside the cave looked up as Dwayne entered, quickly followed by their mate. The fresh stains of blood were still visible on his chin, some blooddrops stubbornly being stuck in his stubble.
"What's up, guys?"
"We need to find a solution for your sleepwalking problem," David said, causing their mate to shake his head a little and sigh.
"I've always done so, I don't know if it can be stopped."
"Then we'll have to find a way to make sure you'll stay safe," Dwayne gave him a soft smile. As the elder vampire sat down on the fountain ledge, the younger went to sit on the ground, between him and David.
"I mean, we can tie you up at night?" Paul offered, looking at his mate.
"I thought we agreed to keep talk of kinks in the bedroom?"
"You do realise we fucked on almost every surface in this cave?"
"Is that why the floor is so sticky?"
Marko laughed, throwing Paul's legs off of his lap. "What if we tie bricks to your feet, so you won't float away?"
"Why are the two of you so keen on tying me up?"
The two boys shrugged, grinning. "We're just into it babe."
"Yeah, I realise that," he laughed. "But no. How about you make sure there's no where to float to?"
"There are too many holes to be certain we've got to them all," David said as he lit a cigarette, throwing the package towards Dwayne. "In the long run, it will work, but until then, you still risk being burned."
"I think I can handle a sunburn though."
The four elder vampires immediately shook their head. "You'll burn and melt like a marshmallow dropped in a fire."
"What if we sleep in a bed for a while?" Dwayne offered as he lit his own cigarette, pocketing the package. "We'll notice if you'd get up, and with the four of us surrounding you, the chances of you getting up are slim anyways."
"See," their mate looked at Paul and Marko, "that what a normal, non kinky plan sounds like."
"You do realise you'd be on the bottom, right?" Dwayne grinned, causing him to groan.
"Wait! What if we start sleeping in caskets? Coffins? I mean, if it's a closed lid -"
"We won't find a coffin big enough for the five of us."
"Don't tell me you won't be able to sleep without me next to you, David."
"Fine, I won't."
The two vampires grinned. Outside, the sun began to rise slowly, the sky lightning already. "We need to go to sleep," David sighed. "We'll go with Dwaynes plan, find a better one tomorrow."
"I think it's a good plan!" Marko, Paul and Dwayne spoke simultaneously. David chuckled, looking at his mate as he pulled him close. "Or you could latch yourself to me tonight. You know I'd never let you go."
"If you were anyone else," he said, looking at David, "that would be a terrifying statement."
"I'm not anyone else."
"No, you're not," he gave him a soft kiss on his cheek before yawning. "But I don't care what the plan is, I know I am dead on my feet."
It was quickly decided that tonight they'd sleep on their bed, a huge piece of furniture that practically took up the whole room it was in. It was large enough for the five of them to sleep comfortably, but tonight, they all laid close to each other. Limbs were entangled, several complaints about boys laying on each others hair.
"Paul, your knee is in my stomach."
"Better?" Paul looked at his newest mate.
"No, you're-"
Paul moved a bit more, leaning closer to him, speaking in a teasing, husky tone. "We can still always try my plan?"
"You wish!"
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