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Another vampyr AU that I came up with an idea for the other day, read the full idea here The lovely people in the Pembroke Hospital Discord server encourage my creativity so much, please, if you enjoy Vampyr come and join the chaos The Priwen cadets left in charge of the Ekon today had been especially cruel. McCullum had read the report, weakened repeatedly by ultraviolet curtains and shot a few times because the Leech refused to answer questions.

Seeing as Jonathan had already been through enough Geoffrey had decided that he needed something more than rats tonight. He entered the room slowly, cursing the lack of light, normally he would’ve just grabbed a torch but he didn’t want to scare his friend. He entered the pitch-black room.

The hunter heard the shift of movement, his friend’s voice was quiet barely above a whisper “McCullum?”

“Yes, it’s just me, Reid.” he moved across the room by keeping his hand on the wall. He couldn’t see a thing as if he was honest he was a little anxious because of it. Not because he didn’t trust Jonathan… But because from the moment he found out that vampires were real he’d always been told never to let his guard down, Leeches lied… He knew logically Jonathan was different but he could never convince the rest of his men.

When his fingers bumped into the metal bars of the cage he moved to sit down “I’m sorry about today.”

“Your men were doing their job.” was the Ekon’s almost immediate reply. Geoffrey had brought a candle with him. He placed it on the floor in front of him, being careful not to knock it over as he retrieved his lighter from his pocket and used it to light the candle.

There was finally enough light in the room for the Leader of the Guard to see the familiar form of his friend. Ever since the hunter had tried to sneak Reid out and his men grew wise to how much leniency he’d been giving this Leech they had upped their game in way of torture.

The former Doctor was skeletally thin, he’d been weakened enough that the only form he could maintain was his bat form. The man’s pink nose twitched as he smelled the air, his eyes were barely half-open as he tried to keep eye contact with the hunter if only to be polite. There was dried blood matting his fur at certain points on his chest, most likely where he’d been shot today…

Geoffrey couldn’t keep looking at the vampire. He heard the way that the bat shifted in the cage “It’s not your-” Reid started.

“Don’t…” he said firmly. McCullum really didn’t want his friend to tell him it wasn’t his fault. It was, he was the Leader of the Guard of Priwen, despite knowing it was wrong he hadn’t removed Carl’s practice of capturing newborns and ‘questioning’ them to try and find out more about their sires. Even if he wasn’t the one torturing Reid it was happening under his command and that hurt.

He had asked his men to leave Jonathan alone, saying that he wanted to question this Leech personally. It had only worked for about three weeks. After that his boys became suspicious, he visited the Leech every night but he was gaining no information? He’d tried to convince his second that this Ekon didn’t seem to be lying about not knowing anything “If it has no information why are we keeping it alive?” he had asked.

Geoffrey had tried to explain that he didn’t think the Leech was dangerous, his second laughed at him. He realised that no one in Priwen would see what he saw. All they would see was a vampire just like any other.

“I’m guessing you’re hungry?” he asked after a while, forcing himself to look back to Reid. He’d barely moved from his place on the floor, he was laid on his side with his wings wrapped around him “Do you even need to ask? You know as well as I a vampire’s thirst can never be fully quenched… I am used to the hunger.”

McCullum rolled his eyes and moved to stand, he unlocked the cage door and entered. He helped his friend to sit up and picked up the blanket he’d been laid on.

Jonathan tried to protest using his wing to stop the hunter from reaching for his scarf. The way the Irishman glared at him told him not to speak so with a defeated sigh he moved to simply hold the man who was sitting in his lap.

“You shouldn’t do this.” the Ekon said bitterly as the Irishman finished taking off his shirt.

McCullum nodded his head “I know… But it’s because of me that you’re in here… If my boys are gonna try and kill you then it’s up to me to keep you alive.”

“The weight of the world does not rest of your shoulders hunter. Their actions should not be your burden to bare.” Jonathan’s voice was calm and soft as he rested his head against the human’s shoulder. His fur tickled the hunter’s exposed skin but he was used to the feeling at this point “The last wound has barely healed. I shouldn’t-…”

“You don’t get a say.” Geoffrey deadpanned already knowing that the Ekon was going to try and deny him.

He felt the bat’s wings wrap around him, pulling the blanket he’d collected earlier around him a little more to keep him warm in the cold basement cell “If you need me to stop push me away, promise?” it was the very same thing he asked the hunter every time he bit him.

“I promise.” he said. He wasn’t sure if he meant it anymore. He hoped that he had enough self-preservation in him not to allow the vampire to kill him. But night after night his guilty got worse, he wouldn’t blame the Leech if he drank him dry. Geoffrey couldn’t imagine what it was like for him to be tortured during the day, asked various questions about his maker, being punished for not knowing the answer.

The bite was sweet as it always was, large fangs easily pierced the Irishman’s flesh enough to draw blood. He hissed at the initial pressure, he felt Jonathan tighten his hold, he too clung to the bat’s fur as the vampire licked at the blood running down the side of his neck.

Every time they did this he was surprised at how careful this Leech could be, how considerate he always was. Other vampires bit into their prey and refused to let go. Reid did his best to make the wound as small as possible.

When there was no more blood weeping from the wound the Ekon pulled back. The Irishman’s eyes were closed as he leaned into his chest. Jonathan could swear his heart skipped a beat as he tried to gently nudge the hunter “Hunter?” he got not verbally reply. His worry started to rise, he didn’t take that much blood, did he?

“Geoffrey, please… You need to promise me that you’re okay?”

McCullum let out a long sigh as he tried to hide his face against the other man’s chest “Don’t make me regret this.. Okay, Jonny? We need to get your strength back and we need to get you out… They’re going to kill you and I-…” he wouldn’t let them. Despite the problems, it would cause them he would throw himself in front of his friend to stop his men from killing this Leech.

Both of them had quite possibly been too distracted. Maybe that was why they didn’t notice the door open, not until the voice of Geoffrey’s second disturbed their conversation “Sorry to disturb you Boss but Liam wanted to ask…”

“Holy shit Boss!?”

Neither McCullum nor Reid had a chance to defend themselves. Hearing the cry of the second in command two more Priwen cadets came running. He grabbed the Irishman and lifted him out of the Ekon’s grapes pulling him out of the cage as he tried to fight “LET GO YOU FUCKING IDIOTS!” he cursed them.

For a moment he was sure his men were going to listen to him, unfortunately, his second seemed to have a better idea “Take him to a free cell. He’s been bitten by a Leech we need to make sure he doesn’t turn.”

The Leader of the Guard bared his teeth in a mock snarl “Oh fuck you, we both know bites don’t turn!”

His second in command wore a knowing smile as the realisation dawned on him. He’d been trying to catch Geoffrey out! This was just what he wanted no Jonathan was fair game. He was fighting against the two cadets holding him “This is a misunderstanding! C’mon.”

He didn’t stop fighting until he was thrown into one of the basement rooms and locked in a cell. Even inside the cage, he tried to reach for the keys in the rookie’s hand. The cadet shook his head as he backed away “We don’t wanna do this Boss… But we need to be sure…”

It wasn’t the rookie’s fault. He knew that. With a sigh, he said “Can I please have my shirt and a blanket? It’s fucking freezing in here…”

The rookie nodded. With the room empty McCullum checked his own keys, he didn’t seem to have the key for his cage on him. He cursed himself. This had been an empty cell he only kept the keys on him for cells that had Leeches in them.

When the rookie returned he thanked the man for his shirt. As he fastened the buttons he said “Can you make sure they don’t leave me in here to starve?” the rookie flinched and McCullum realised he needed to be a little more specific “Just-… I haven’t eaten tonight… Can someone bring me something to eat later?”

The rookie visibly relaxed with the confirmation that the hunter was asking for food and not blood. He nodded his head “I’ll bring it myself, sir. I really hope you don’t become a Leech.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. The minute he proved he wasn’t going to become a Leech he was going to tear his second throat out for an entirely different reason.

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sinfulpetgirlrd · 2 months

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Is this what Larian/wizards of the coast intended for the worms? Nope, but(and this is regardless my 'meh' outlook on reader insert) is perfect and I love the idea of using the worms like that.

Fever

Summary: You're running a fever and Astarion offers to cool you down… only to make things a whole lot worse.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Dry humping. Vampire bite and blood sucking. Precum and cum. Skin to skin contact with the purpose of thermoregulation that ends up getting out of hand. Inappropriate use of tadpole. Banter.

Word count: 3k

A mind-numbing chilling shiver tore throughout your entire body, causing your muscles to contract involuntarily in a desperate attempt to keep yourself warm.

The bonfire crackled vigorously, emanating a welcome wave of heat, as you embraced the blanket around you, keeping both knees tightly close to your chest.

"You can't possibly be cold."

Astarion.

Great.

You lowered your quivering chin to rest on your forearm, definitely not in the mood - or mental capacity - to voice out a proper reply.

"It's blazing hot tonight," he continued, entering your narrowed field of vision. "Hello? I'm talking to you."

Nodding, you hugged yourself tighter.

He scoffed. "What is the matter with you? Oh, do not tell me you're turning into a mindflayer… what a nuisance."

Astarion and his eternal aptitude for inconvenient remarks.

You took a deep breath, bracing yourself for what was to come. "I think I'm running a fever."

Astarion lowered himself to eye-level with you, his body close enough for you to make out the swirling flames of the bonfire dancing in his crimson eyes.

"So what? Drink a healing potion."

You inwardly cussed, pressing your forehead firmly against your arm with an exasperated sigh, effectively hiding from his burning gaze.

Clearly, your silence paired with the deflecting physical reaction was enough for him to draw a conclusion.

"You don't have any."

Silence.

"What have you done with our potions?" His voice immediately shifted into an accusatory hiss.

Another shiver.

This time, you mustered the strength to look him in the eye. "Some passers-by were injured by thieves and asked for help… so… I…" your voice faltered as you struggled to keep your thoughts straight.

He was already pinching the bridge of his nose, his face twisting into a deep scowl. "So you gave them all of our potions?!"

You shrugged with a faint smile and Astarion went ballistic.

"Why must you carry this deathwish around? And why must you drag me along with you?" He growled dramatically. "Why didn’t you just ignore them? Or – I don't know – not give them anything?"

You matched his frown. "They were severely injured. They would have perished from their wounds."

He threw both arms up in exasperation as he raised to his feet at once.

"Well, better them than me – or you, for that matter," he added, both hands on his hips. "You're far too precious to be killed, darling."

How could you forget?

And he was right… to an extent.

You chose silence.

It was a very effective way to handle Astarion whenever he went on a rambling spree.

"When is Shadowheart returning with Gale?"

"Soon. I hope."

He groaned in response. "You're actually fortunate I'm so resourceful."

Your head turned to him and you watched as he strolled away, disappearing into his tent.

A jab of realisation hit you all of a sudden, as you vaguely recalled rummaging through his belongings earlier on when he left to hunt an animal to feed on.

Fuck.

You winced.

"Where are my healing potions?"

Your eyes dropped close and your teeth clattered.

Angry footsteps drew near at lightning speed. "You stole from me?!"

You shrugged. "You steal from everyone."

He then crouched down again, eyes narrowing dangerously. "I steal for us – the collective good!"

You did scoff this time. "Then why were you hiding them away?"

"Call it safekeeping. Although I was careless enough to teach you lockpicking, wasn't I?”

A firm hand came to grip your forearm, but you flinched away. “It's fine. I'll be fine.”

He glared at you in silence as if your reply had snapped him out of his tantrum.

There was no point in arguing with him, as he was known to have low tolerance for unexpected predicaments.

But even through your feverish haze, you could see he was no longer pursuing an argument.

After all, his bond to you was built on meeting halfway, even when disagreements occurred.

“On your feet, darling,” he said, extending his hand to you as rose to his full height.

You grabbed it and pushed yourself upwars, nearly losing your footing. Luckily, Astarion was agile enough for both of you, and he quickly steadied you with both hands firmly gripping your shoulders.

“There you go,” he said almost lovingly. “Let's take care of that.”

You nodded tiredly as he wrapped an arm around you, guiding you into his tent.

“Sorry for the potions.”

He chuckled lightly. “I guess it can't be helped with that bleeding heart of yours.”

You didn’t even try refuting his remark. He was absolutely right. But still, you didn't regret having helped those people.

And now you were stuck in this predicament until Shadowheart returned.

It could be worse… at least you weren't alone.

The shivers were only getting more intense and you watched as Astarion suddenly pulled his shirt off in one swift move.

Instantly, your jaw dropped. “What – Astarion?”

He eyed you with sheet amusement. “Darling, I swear this is not what it looks like.”

Frankly, you weren't even sure if this wasn't just your mind playing tricks on you.

Why would he even remove his shirt in the first place?

“Considering our current situation, this is the best course of action. Skin-to-skin. I'm cold enough to drop your temperature.”

Your eyes widened.

Oh?

He tossed the shirt to the side and moved to stand closer to you. “Let me help you out of your clothes.”

Under different circumstances, this would have been a welcome exchange, but this particular scenario didn't make room for any of those thoughts.

So, you merely stood still as he tugged at your own shirt, undoing each button, hands traveling down your torso.

A wave of coldness took over as your skin met the uncomfortable night breeze.

“It's too cold… Astarion…” you said in between clattering teeth.

He shoved the fabric off your shoulders and down your arms, eyes always holding yours.

You felt your nipples harden, but none of that seemed to matter. He had seen you naked many times and you felt comfortable around him.

But you also felt ill.

And no amount of loving stares could ease the way your body spasmed uncontrollably near his.

“You're burning up,” he said, as he pressed the back of his cold hand to your forehead.

His touch brought immediate relief and you leaned into it, earning a soft caress as his hand trailed down.

As if disconnected from your mind, your body moved on its own accord, closing the gap that separated you from Astarion, and you gasped as his chest came into contact with yours.

The difference in temperature was so stark, that even Astarion flinched momentarily before his arms closed around you.

A gentle tug inside your head made you wince.

The tadpole.

It was trying to connect with his.

It often happened in moments of intimacy when both of you allowed that door to open.

But now was not the time or moment, and you forced yourself to repress it.

Your chin met his shoulder and you eased into him until you could feel the shivers begin to subside.

You weren't sure how long it took for your body's temperature to drop, but what you did know was that you could tear yourself away from him.

Astarion's cool skin came as the relief you were seeking, and you allowed yourself to let out a shaky breath as you clung onto him.

“I've got you.”

His voice was low and tender and your racing heart skipped a bit.

Even standing, you felt as though you could drift off into a slumber at any moment.

More time passed.

More silence.

More comfort.

And the worm squirmed again.

You promptly ignored it.

Astarion shifted against you and you sighed blissfully, resting your cheek on his shoulder, eyelids dropping.

Another tug and you frowned.

What was happening?

The tadpole rattled almost violently and you allowed yourself to let go.

As soon as you felt it reach Astarion's, you gasped and your eyes flew open.

You could faintly feel pulsating waves of pleasure through the tadpole.

His mind laced with yours and that was when you felt a growing pressure in your lower half.

Not now. Not now. Gods.

His voice echoed inside your head in a never-ending plea.

He sounded desperate.

And he felt… hard.

Positively aroused.

Think of Withers. Think of Volo and his abysmal outfits.

That wasn’t exactly the mental images you would have preferred in this moment, but it was quite clear that he sought a distraction.

You shuddered into him and he let out a low groan in response.

Was he aware that you could hear his thoughts? Did he even care?

Your tadpole vibrated evenly and his yearn for friction became yours.

Astarion… what are you doing?

He jolted under your touch, but didn't utter a single word out loud.

Instead, he focused on caressing your naked back with gentle fingers.

You're inside my head when I crave to be inside you.

His bluntness was enough to cause your body to react.

The fever had been broken, but the heat refused to leave.

Maybe we should pull away.

He let out a chuckle that rumbled in his chest.

You're still quite warm, darling.

Your tadpole held on to his viciously, and it was quite evident that the connection wasn't going to be easily severed.

Not when you could now feel how hard his cock was for you.

Inside your mind.

It was as if you were experiencing everything happening in his body.

The gentle throbbing in his lower half was now your own, too.

You can feel it, can't you?

He was almost purring through his tadpole and you tried to find words, but his hard cock was too distracting.

You had often wondered how an erection would feel like for a man.

Now you had your answer.

And it felt almost… urgent.

I never felt this before…

His cock twitched and you felt all of it.

I suppose we never allowed it ourselves, darling.

Your hands locked behind his back, but you struggled to keep your fingers from slipping as sweat gathered along your skin.

As expected, the stimulus was enough to stir your clit, earning another chuckle from him.

Oh, I can feel it swelling up…

You clenched.

It didn't take long for wetness to pool in your underwear.

The two of you were still very much covered from the waist down.

It was almost painful how restricted his cock was against the fabric of his trousers.

Now you know how it feels when you get me hard.

Instinctively, you began to grind against him, seeking that delicious friction that only he could provide.

Or maybe we should save this for a more suitable moment.

His suggestion caused you to bite your lip to muffle a groan of disapproval.

We can just stay like this… for a while.

He hardened even more and you were beginning to feel conflicted on what to focus on: his cock or your clit.

You can focus on both, sweetheart.

You clenched again.

His hands dropped to your waist and he pulled your hips harder against his.

Gods… this hurts…

It truly hurt to feel his cock restrained like that, leaking precum as he kept a steady pace.

You could feel how soaked he was getting.

Does your clit always feel this good grinding against me?

Your arms looped around his neck for support, because you didn't think you had it in you to withstand the unexpected duplication of pleasure.

How are you getting harder?

This time, he groaned in response, angling his hips so you could also physically feel how hard his cock was.

Another clench was all it took for him to move his lips to your neck, fangs grazing your skin.

Would you clench harder if I bit you?

You shuddered, bucking your hips as if they were Astarion's. Now you knew how it felt whenever he began to grind against you.

Astarion… you get harder when you bite me, don't you?

He growled before his lips latched on to you, suckling gently.

Do you want to feel my cock getting harder from your blood?

Maybe you should postpone this endeavour. Even if the fever was no longer an issue, maybe it was better to wait out whatever had caused it.

But he was also waiting on you, his fangs eager to break skin and sink into you.

Logic was replaced with arousal and you nodded.

Please…

Astarion didn't need to be told twice, and you let out a pained yelp, as he tore through the barrier and found his target.

With the first gulp of his blood, you felt your mouth drop open, and not because of pain or discomfort.

No.

You could feel your blood coursing through his body, rapidly shooting downwards and filling his cock with each passing second.

The pleasure was nigh unbearable and you kept on grinding against him, desperate for the friction.

He lifted one of your legs to grant him better access and as soon as he found a sweet spot, he began thrusting as if there were no clothes in the way.

You kept clenching around nothing, squeezing out more of your wetness whilst being able to feel just how drenched he was for you.

With each roll of his hips, you felt more and more precum leaking.

The upside to having this tadpole connection was that you got to hear his voice even when his mouth was busy.

Your walls began to squeeze, yearning for his cock.

Darling, you feel so tight.

His cock was gradually getting warmer from your blood and his balls were getting tighter.

He was close.

He was inside your head and he was dangerously close.

I can feel your clit. You're close, too.

You expected to feel lightheaded from him feeding on you, but it was as if his vigour was now yours.

Your body refused to wither as you remained linked to his.

Dampness was seeping through your crotch as he humped more eagerly than ever.

The temptation to just undo his trousers and let him sink inside you was

I need to be inside you.

It wasn’t a request.

He was begging.

But your ears caught the distant sound of voices nearing the tent.

Astarion. Someone is coming….

He growled, pulling away from your neck and capturing your lips with his blood-stained ones.

You tasted metal on your tongue.

I'm close…

And so were you.

It was probably a mixture of the thrill of getting caught and how delicious his thick cock felt from being pumped up with your blood.

It was overwhelming.

Your mind was not even focusing on your swollen clit.

You just wanted his cock to find release.

And it was a shared sentiment, because Astarion kept on praising how drenched you were for him and how much you were throbbing.

He could feel your clit the same way you could feel his cock.

It was as if the two of you had swapped places and were both desperate to reach the climatic release.

The voices were getting closer and your grip tightened around his neck, his tongue tracing your lower lip before he began suckling in it.

It was an effective way to muffle his moans.

Clench again…

Your body obeyed his words and you clenched in frustration, wishing you could drive his cock inside you and empty his balls.

By this point, you were able to make out Shadowheart’s voice.

Quick…

He kept on grinding and you felt his balls tighten even more as he neared the edge of the precipice, his cock twitching and throbbing as he toppled over.

“Gods!” you almost yelled.

Astarion grunted in between gasps.

Shock and unfathomable pleasure entwined as you felt the first strings of cum shoot from his cock, pooling around it as it remained enclosed in his soaked underwear.

His pleasure was your own.

Literally.

Your mind blanked and your hips moved on their own as if you were the one thrusting his cock, mouth agape and heart almost leaping from your chest in sheer bewilderment.

You're almost there…

His words rang inside your head but he now knew better than yourself how close you were and you simply let go as his warm cum began seeping through his trousers.

So much cum…

Another voice was heard nearby and it catapulted you into your own bodily climax.

And this time, Astarion groaned harder than before as he felt your rhythmic contractions flutter throughout your walls.

“Gods… this–”

Astarion was stunned into silence, having to bite down on your shoulder to keep himself from being too loud as your orgasm tore across his own body.

You felt the contractions.

You felt your clit pulsating in unison with your heartbeat.

But your pleasure was his.

You pressed a hand on the back of his neck, cradling him as he rode out your climax.

Your tadpole squirmed tiredly and you figured you had overstayed your welcome with this sudden and intense connection.

Just as quickly as it had occurred, the link was severed at once and there was a sudden quiet in your head.

Astarion slumped slightly against you, dropping your leg and face buried in the crook of your neck.

“That was…”

Your uneven breathing held you back for a moment. “... amazing?”

He pulled away and your vision cleared with a few blinks only to see your blood smeared across his lips and chin.

“Unexpected, I reckon.”

From outside his tent, you heard someone clear their throat.

“Why am I not surprised that they're in their tent again?”

“Ah, Shadowheart. Young love tends to be lively and intense.” Gale tried to reason.

A pause.

“Well, they could try to be quieter about it, then.”

You glanced down to find the front of his trousers, realising just how much of his cum had spilled from the waistband.

“Are you still feeling feverish?” he asked, capturing your chin in between his fingers to tilt your head up, so that your eyes could meet his.

You shook your head.

“Are you still upset about the potions?”

He rolled his eyes. “I am upset that it took us this long to take full advantage of these blasted worms.”

Masterlist

#astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion smut

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