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dancingbirdie · 4 months

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For your smut ideas- astarion leaving bite marks on your thighs👀 pretty vampy elf being all possessive👀

Hi, anon! I loved this request, but I have to warn you: I took it to a bit of a darker place than I usually go. Pay attention to the tags, y'all. I hope you enjoy!

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Your Feral Love

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Pairing: Astarion x fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings/Tags: Biting, descriptions of blood, possessive/obsessive Astarion, marking/claiming behavior, oral sex (fem!Reader receiving)

Summary: Astarion has an intense desire to claim you. This time, it's in places the others won't be able to see.

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“Maybe we need to take things slower,” you murmured in Astarion’s ear. You swallowed thickly as he dragged his fangs across the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Whyever would we do that?” he whispered huskily, undeterred from continuing his sensual assault. You shivered as you felt his tongue slide up the column of your throat, unable to stop the little moan that escaped your lips.

“Some in our party are worried… about all the bite marks…” you managed to explain, despite the tantalizing option to just lose yourself in Astarion’s embrace. His cool touch was a balm to the inferno he was stoking within you. The creator of your lust; the only cure for it.

But his lips withdrew from your neck at your response. Pulling back, he met your gaze with furrowed brows and a glare that could make even Lae’zel balk.

“Who.” he demanded, his voice strained with barely-repressed anger. “Who had the audacity to murmur about us?”

His fingers spasmed where they clutched your waist. As if he were bracing for the moment when someone would come and yank you away from him.

He was possessive, your lover. Astarion hadn’t had anything to call his own for over two centuries. Not a thing. Not a soul. Now, after having lowered his guards and allowed you in, his possessive streak was as long and wide as the River Chianthar. He was never far from your side, even in battle. And on the rare occasions he was separated from you, you could feel the heat of his gaze tracking your every movement. Watching you. Making sure his one claim in this world was safe. Accounted for.

The bite marks were a consequence of having not only a possessive lover but a vampiric one as well. You didn’t mind, of course. He always asked for your consent.

Can I bite you here?

Your blood is singing to me, darling. Can I taste you here?

What about here? Would you let me sate myself here?

You flourished under the intensity of his love for you. The bite marks were a reminder of that, and so you cherished each one. Each was a memory of the way Astarion had taken, given and enjoyed you. Heat would sometimes color your cheeks and neck later on, when you caught sight of a pair of healing puncture marks, recalling just how they had come to be there, on that particular part of your body.

But others in your party didn’t share your view of these markings. They, namely Wyll and Gale, were worried Astarion had started taking too much of your lifeblood too quickly. You could understand their concern, to some extent. They didn’t know, didn’t have reason to know, how little of your blood he actually took each night. Most times he would drink barely a mouthful before stopping. The urge to claim you in other ways would overtake his bloodlust, and you would climax again and again as he fucked you into oblivion. He kept his fangs punctured in your skin during times like these, claiming that your blood felt sweeter against them as you found your own release. Only when he had spilled himself in you would he remove them, and by then you were too lovestruck to care how long the markings would remain.

“Tell me, darling.”

Astarion’s voice brought you back to the present moment. You shook your head to dispel the thoughts distracting you.

“...Mostly, Wyll. And Gale, to a lesser extent. I don’t know for certain about the others, although I certainly don’t think anyone comes to our defense…” you trailed off, swallowing thickly.

You caught how Astarion clenched his jaw at your words. He was livid, that much was obvious. You also surmised his anxiety was likely surging within him, the paranoia suggesting that someone or something would cause you to be taken from him. Again, his fingers spasmed against your waist.

“...So maybe we should… I don’t know, keep a lower profile about all this? If they say something to you directly, I know I’ll not be able to stop myself from fighting with them,” you explained, clutching his cheek desperately.

“Tsk. Of course the ones who would have a problem with us would be the only other two who’ve been sniffing after you,” Astarion scoffed.

“What the hells are you talking about?” you asked, clearly confused.

“Oh, darling. Surely you’ve seen the way they look at you? How they talk to you? I certainly have,” he huffed.

“I wouldn’t know. I don’t pay them attention, Astarion,” you reassured him, nuzzling your nose against the curve of his jaw. “I only have eyes for you.”

“And I, you,” he murmured, pressing his lips lovingly against your forehead.

You hummed in delight at his affirmation. While you might not show it through bite marks like him, your possessiveness of Astarion was a fearsome thing, too. The emotion sometimes staggered you, even in the most mundane of moments, like when he donned his armor for the day, or when he cleaned his daggers in the firelight. He was yours. You were his. Anyone else was tertiary.

The two of you remained in comfortable silence for some time, limbs intertwined as you lay halfway on top of him, your head resting against his chest. There was no beating heart within to listen to, but it hardly mattered. You knew that what was there, beating or not, belonged to you and only you. Astarion had said as much, amid previous bouts of lovemaking you had shared in this tent.

Your musings broke at the feeling and sound of his throaty chuckle beneath you. You lifted your head to meet his gaze, surprised.

“What is it?” you pressed.

“I have an idea,” he smirked.

“I usually like your ideas,” you quipped, heat flaring in your lower abdomen at the suggestive look in his eyes.

“Then you’ll surely enjoy this,” he crooned, before flipping you both over all at once so that you were flat on your back, breathless beneath him. He fit perfectly between the cradle of your thighs, your legs parting almost instinctively to accommodate his presence. With one arm, he propped himself up above you, while his other hand clutched your leg to bare you open wider. The position alone had you growing wetter by the second, anticipation for what was to come driving your thoughts wild.

“Much as I detest pandering to their concerns, I think we both know I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from fighting with them either, were they to say something directly to us,” Astarion admitted.

“But,” he continued as his nose skimmed the length of your abdomen, heading further and further south. “I also can’t deny how much pleasure it gives me to mark you as I do… to see the evidence of where my fangs have punctured your lovely skin. Mine. No one else’s.”

You bit your lip in a futile effort to stifle your moan as he began brushing the lightest of kisses against your inner thighs. He slid down lower, his face mere inches from your naked form. This close, you were certain he could smell your arousal. And no doubt find evidence of it as well.

“So what is your idea?” you managed in a breathy whisper as your hips canted toward him, seemingly of their own volition.

“How about I mark you here,” he cooed, his fangs sliding along a particularly visible vein that spanned the length of your leg, beginning at your groin. “Where only I can see. A place they can only dream of. A place only I have been.”

You groaned, skin tingling, nearly electric, in every place his mouth touched. You reached down to card a hand through his carelessly flawless locks, tugging ever so gently on the curls. Astarion growled in response, sending a surge of heat through your lower abdomen.

You were teasing a livewire at the moment, and you knew it. Just a little push, and you would ignite something truly mind blowing. You chose your next words carefully, readying yourself for the delicious consequences that would no doubt ensue.

“I’m yours, Astarion,” you whispered, spreading your legs even further for him and clutching his face desperately. “You can lay claim to me however you wish.”

Another growl ripped from his throat at your words and, in a blink, your lower body was pinned to the ground. His arms banded under and around your thighs to hold you in place, not that you had any desire to move. You whimpered as Astarion nipped and sucked his way across the expanse of skin, his nose grazing your soaked cunt from time to time, causing you to jerk with want.

“Please,” you begged, desperate to have his mouth on your swollen, throbbing clit. He was so close to where you wanted – no, needed – him to be and yet still so far.

“Oh no, not yet, darling,” he purred against the plush skin of your thigh. “I’m going to mark you until I’m satisfied first. Then I’ll give you what you crave, I promise.”

You whined, a pathetic little sound, but nodded your assent anyway. Any touch from him was better than nothing, even if it did cause your cunt to ache with a nearly unbearable need.

Then a sudden spike of iciness on your inner thigh had you gasping in surprise, morphing into a long, low moan as you realized Astarion had actually bitten you there. You could feel him sucking your lifeblood into his mouth, your sense of touch being so heightened in your aroused state.

You lifted your head to watch him move from one place to another as he marked and sated himself. You cradled the side of his head lovingly as he fed from you, swiping your thumb rhythmically across his temple. You were utterly entranced, lost in the delicious feeling of him claiming you, as well as the way he beheld you as he sunk his fangs in again and again across your skin.

He looked at you with the fervor of a madman. He clutched at your legs like some covetous creature. Drunk on the need to possess, to claim, to mark. It was dark, powerful, and heady. And you absolutely reveled in it, ravenous with want as you witnessed how his love for you manifested in such an incendiary way.

With a moan of his own, he finally broke from his feasting. Lifting his head to meet your gaze, your cunt clenched at his expression, at his his bloody mouth, grinning widely with purely male satisfaction.

“It should be a crime, you know,” he rasped, his chest heaving with uneven breaths. “How delicious you taste.”

You whined at his words, desperate to have him taste you in another way.

“Shh, shh. I know, I know,” he crooned, squeezing your legs reassuringly. “I know how you want to be tasted now, darling. Don’t fret.”

Your back arched off the ground as, without another word, Astarion dipped his head to plunge his tongue inside your dripping core. Your mind short circuited as you felt his nose press against your clit with intent as his tongue continued to spear into you. It was almost too much to bear; your nerves already were nearly raw with desire.

You couldn’t help the wail that burst from your lips as you felt his tongue lick up, up, up, until he was circling your clit with long, languid strokes. You fisted a blanket and bit down on the fabric, the last shred of your self-awareness working like mad to muffle your sounds.

You knew Astarion was too far gone to care if anyone heard you both, as evidenced by the obscene slurping and smacking sounds that emanated from his lips. That alone had you ratcheting up faster toward climax, relishing the way it felt and sounded to have Astarion feasting on you with such utter abandon.

A few more moments of floating in that delicious limbo and then you were crashing back down from the height of your orgasm. It felt like an almost spiritual experience, though no cleric could ever convince you that a god’s love would feel as good as this, as good as Astarion’s love for you.

Panting and shivering in the aftershock of your release, you clutched at him desperately, eager to embrace him with as much strength your jellied limbs could muster. He crawled up to lay haphazardly on top of you, head resting in the space between your breasts. You combed your fingers through his hair lovingly, content to remain in companionable silence.

“I’m realizing now that I may have in fact gotten a little out of hand…” he murmured against your sternum after a while.

“Perhaps,” you chuckled. “But I’ll take your feral love over anything else, my star.”

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leighsartworks216 · 3 months

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Obedient Pet

dom!bottom!Astarion x male!sub!top!Tav/Reader

I saw a while ago something that said being dominant is not the same as being a top, and GOD it did things to my brain chemistry. So this mixed with my belief Astarion would be quiet in bed once he's comfortable and neglect to focus on his own wants/needs

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

Warnings: swearing, dacryphilia/crying, dom/sub, collars, gagging, not being able to breathe (for a moment), anal sex, face-fucking, references to punishment

Word Count: 1,276

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The chain trailing from the collar around your neck to Astarion's tight fist rattled with every little motion. The sound would have been annoying if it weren't harmonizing with the wet slap of skin.

You kept your hands safely constrained, arms folded behind your back, nails pressing into your skin. You'd tried touching him once already; your cock still weeped from the torture of waiting. Your tears and quiet whimpers were music to Astarion's pointed ears, but the sight of you so drunk on his orders was truly something special.

"Slower," he ordered. You whined, but obeyed. You gasped as you forced your hips to pull out maddeningly slowly, until the flushed tip of your sensitive cock nearly slipped out. With the slightest tug at your chain, you thrust just as slowly back inside. "Good boy."

Astarion smirked at the visible reaction his words had on you. The chill that chased goosebumps down your body, the swallow to fight back your moans, the beautiful way your chest and stomach rose and fell with each hot breath. To say nothing about the feeling of your cock twitching within him, or the pitter-patter of your heart.

You were not dominant, that much had been clear to the vampire practically from the moment he laid eyes on you. Two hundred years gave one a sense for these things. He relished in fucking you face down into the dirt or settling your legs over his shoulders as he ruined you. But this? This was pure ecstasy. Being fucked by a pet who answered to his every command - now that was something.

"Are you close, pet?" he purred sweetly. You nodded with an acute franticness. He tugged at your chain, dragging your face closer, forcing your wet eyes on him as you keened so deliciously. "Use your words."

Like the pitiful whine of an injured dog, you cried, "Yes."

Even through your tears you could see the gears turning in his head as he decided whether to end your suffering or see just how much more you could fall apart. With a hum, he eased up on your chain, allowing you to sit back up on your knees. "Go ahead then. Cum for me, my dear."

He groaned as you set a frenzied pace. Fast, deep thrusts that tuned him into his own body, making him realize how much your own punishments and obeying had affected him.

You panted as you chased your high. It was right there, within reach. You could feel it coming up on you like a runaway carriage. You fought through the building euphoria to look at your lover. His head was tilted back into the pillow, mouth open and eyes shut as he lost himself to your own desperation. His cock lay heavy on his stomach, bouncing with each thrust and glistening as precum dripped onto his pale skin.

But the most maddening thing of all, the sight that sent you careening over the edge, was watching your dick fuck into him. You cock disappearing into his asshole as it clenched around you, pushing so fucking deep inside. Your breath caught in your throat, your thrusts became short. With his name on your lips, you buried yourself as deep as you could and released. Your cock twitched and strained as you spilled hot strings of cum inside Astarion.

He bit his lip, back arching. When you pulled your soft cock out of him, still dribbling cum, he growled quietly with frustration. He had not found his release. No matter - he was no stranger to finish himself off later. He would just-

"Ah~!" His eyes shoot open and nearly roll back in his skull as he watches you suck at the head of his dick. Your eyes are closed. Your hand guides him to your mouth, squeezing and stroking him in small, slow motions.

He props himself up on one hand, the one holding the chain, and tangles the other in your hair. "Good boy," he mutters, far too focused on your tongue licking at his slit to try sounding in any way dignified.

You bob your head, hollowing your cheeks as you slowly work more and more of him into your mouth. Your teeth graze his skin, like a silent threat. He wonders for a brief second if that is how you feel when he bites you; the trust that he will not drain you dry with the thrill that he could nonetheless.

"Fuck," he breathes sharply as his tip prods the back of your throat. He grips tighter at your hair, holding you in place, your nose pressing against his abdomen. He can feel the shaky breaths you take, struggling around his cock.

He lifts your head back up, almost pulling you off. Even now, you are so obedient. All the power is in his hands. It's addicting.

As you suck languidly at the head of his cock, you open your eyes to look up at him. Your pupils are dilated, lids drooped ever so slightly. Drool slips from the corner of your mouth, down your chin. Your cheeks shimmer with nearly-dried tears.

"So beautiful." He sighs as he guides you back down on him, groaning as you swallow around him. "Fuck. Such a good pet."

Your eyes shut again as you allowed yourself to be fully controlled. It started out rather slow, never pushing too far. All too quickly, it devolved while he chased his release.

He could not guide your head fast enough. With a string of curses you couldn't understand, he fell back onto the bed and grabbed your head with both hands. He held you steady as he thrust up, cock rutting against the back of your throat. You gagged and fought to breathe through your nose, but you did not stop him. More tears pooled in your eyes as your lungs ached.

With a few final, harsh thrusts and the sweet whisper of your name, hot cum filled your mouth. You clutched at the bed as you struggled to swallow it all. You aren't sure if he noticed your struggle, or if he'd only done it for his sake, but he pulled you off of him before he was fully finished, spilling the last of his seed on his stomach.

You breathed greedily through your nose as you swallowed the last of his cum, opening up your mouth and showing off the flat of your tongue to prove it.

His cool hands gently released your hair and worked instead to brush the tears and spit off your face. You tiredly leaned into the touch, welcoming every soft caress.

"Are you alright?" he asked quietly, worriedly.

You nodded slightly. Your throat ached, your hair stung where he'd pulled on it, your body was exhausted, but you were no worse for wear. You cleared your throat with a wince and murmured, "Just gotta breathe."

He brushed his thumbs over your eyelashes. "I'll try not to get so carried away next time.” He tsked. “You mortals are so fragile."

You smiled and finally opened your eyes. He grinned. Your body complained as you sat yourself back up, shivering as the cold chain brushed your skin. Astarion followed you up and worked quickly and efficiently to remove the leather collar. He set it aside in favor of brushing his lips over the raw skin.

"You did so well," he hummed. Your head fell to the side automatically, allowing him more access. As tempting as it was, you were drained enough without him taking a sip. Instead, he pressed a kiss to your jaw and pulled away. "Come on, dear. Let's get you cleaned up."

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dragonsholygrail · 4 months

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Sweet Release

Astarion x afab!Reader

a/n: I admittedly went a little feral over this one. I’m dangerous when I don’t black out when I write lol. So I understand if it’s a bit much, but this idea, though definitely done so many times, was too good to not do.

summary: During another one of Astarion’s feedings, you both decide to take it futher. But things go much further than you expect and you end up almost losing your life. Though Astarion has always got you and will take care of you.

warning: MDNI 18+, also TW for these things: blood, biting, overstimulation, p in v, and uhhh almost dying :)

word count: 1.5k

Astarion knew you. By now, after how much you two have been through— how much you two have taken the time to dissect and explore what makes you tick and twitch, you knew for absolute certain Astarion knew you better than anyone else. And despite his intricacies, being a vampire spawn and all that came with it, he was still only a man. A man who can lose control.

Before tonight, you never would’ve thought it possible. Astarion didn’t lose control, he didn’t go too far. Not with you. At least not any further than you told yourself you could handle. What you were willing to handle to be his. But something slipped within Astarion tonight; allowing him fuck you, overstimulate you, as he suckles at the blood pooling out of your neck has him unable to stop. Needing more of you than you’ve ever given before.

Astarion’s aware, he’s always aware of you and especially of your body. He can feel your form twitch from your last orgasm, even as he thrusts inside you, building you to another one. He can feel your cunt spasm around him as if simultaneously pushing him out and pulling him back in. He can also feel the way your body grows more and more limp the longer the wound on your neck from his piercing bite bleeds. Every suck of your achingly addictive blood drains you further while it revives him, bringing his body to life and making his cock throb inside you.

Even with the risk, even with what was happening now, you wouldn’t have decided against doing this and you won’t decide against it in the future. Something in you craves this, adores this. A connection that you have with him alone that’s unlike any other. A deeper understanding of what it means to take care of each other and your needs. You’ll fall into it every time and no matter how long it takes to recover, whether you have a scroll, have Shadowheart heal you, or simply deal with it, you’ll come crawling right back no matter what.

Your body arches down, back against his chest as you ride him steadily. Head thrown back on his shoulder, allowing him the perfect position to draw blood from your neck. His girth stuffs you so fully you can barely draw in breath with every buck of your hips, choking on a cry as he moves to ignite all your nerves.

You feel that familiar and overbearing pressure in the bottom of your belly that now twinges with pain. Yet your hands still weakly scramble to Astarion’s thighs, digging your fingers in his soft skin to ground yourself in order to better lift your hips before falling with a wet smack.

“Please, Astarion,” you beg as you climb closer and closer to your inevitable climax. Your mouth falls open, eyes grow heavy as you’re entirely reduced to your movements. Thoughts flying out of your mind completely as you eagerly move Astarion’s cock back inside your walls with every thrust. Astarion angles his hips, ensuring he hits right where you need him but besides that, he lets you take control, focusing on the sweet taste of your blood.

Though caught up in your taste, Astarion never stops keeping track of you. Desperately not wanting to stop, wanting to push you to your absolute limit of pleasure and pain, but not completely mindless to you. Accounting for your pace and stamina after going so many rounds, Astarion starts sucking your blood every time his length pumps back inside you. Your body jerks as the buzz of his thrust meets the sting of his bite, merging on the canvas of your sensitive skin.

“What are you asking for exactly, my heart? You wish for me to stop or beg me to keep on going?” He asks, even as tiny whimpers escape past your lips all on their own. He leans back only slightly to watch as your blood beads up over the wound and onto the surface. Meticulously watching as it grows into a beautiful dark red before falling and staining your perfect skin. That single trail only making your beauty that much more defined. The sight added with the tight friction sliding up and down his length has him reaching for his own peek.

“I don’t— please!” Your body shakes as you feel his lips leave your body, serving to heighten the anticipation that makes you wild with need. You pick up your pace, bouncing on his dick. Needing to feel the push and pull, the pulsing, in some way if you could not get it from your neck.

“That’s what I thought, darling. No need to hide,” Astarion says teasingly, a smirk on his face as he watches you writhe along his body as you try and take every inch of him. You had never felt so desperate, not knowing what was possessing you but deciding to follow it instead of fighting against this thing within you that Astarion’s expectedly unlocked.

Astarion’s eyes darken while he watches your body twist and warp as you try to take from him every ounce of pleasure he has to offer. Every ounce he finds himself actually wanting to give you. So, in a decision disguised as mercy, Astarion moves back toward you. His fingers press and pull your skin taut as one hand lands between your breasts, pulling you tight against his body while the other reaches down to your clit, finding it with ease as he starts to rub it slowly. He holds you firmly in place as he uses his hold to jackhammer inside you, feeling every jerk of your body against his. Then just as you’re about to moan, his lips fall back to his bite and he swallows even more of your blood, turning your moan into a fierce shriek.

“Just a little more, I know you can do it for me,” Astarion hisses and you aren’t sure if he means giving him your blood or giving him another orgasm. Either way you seem to give him both as with a sharp rub of his long fingers over your clit, the deep thrust of his cock, and another long pull of blood, you explode. Your orgasm floods through you so fast you can hardly catch your breath.

Your scream is silent as your body convulses in his firm hold, eyes squeezing shut and body tensing through the electrify crackling through you. Astarion sinks his teeth further into your skin, blood coating his mouth just as a gasp from you breaks through. Your hips jump away from his, instinctively trying to escape the overwhelming sensations coursing through you violently.

But Astarion lets out a muffled growl and uses his grip on you to slam you back down on his cock until he’s buried inside you entirely. Only then does he groan, teeth still latched on as he spills himself in you. You exhale shakily, feeling his seed coat your walls. Each spurt has your hips twitching as you rock into him, prolonging both of your climaxes.

Your head spins, vision blurring and for a moment you think it’s just another side effect of your release. But then your eyes begin fluttering shut and as the heat of the moment dies down, you realize how cold your body’s grown. Red alarms start firing through your mind as your survival instincts try to kick in. But then Astarion is right there, tightening his hands on your body as he feels your stuttering heartbeat. His lips brush along the shell of your ear as he shushes you gently.

“I’ve got you, darling. Don’t you worry a bit. Just let yourself go, you’ll be fine. Cross my heart and all that,” he murmurs teasingly, breath blazing on your cold skin. But his words still soothe you and the last thing you see before your world goes dark is Astarion’s face drenched in your blood.

Astarion’s movements are gentle as he slides you off him before carrying your body to his bed. He leaves you alone shortly, coming back with the proper potion and a wet washcloth. His eyes bare into your neck as he uses the cloth to carefully wipe away all the leftover blood. His lips twitch seeing the mark that’s left before tilting your head back and letting the potion flow down your throat. His fingers trail down the bruises sure to form by tomorrow before reaching the mess between your thighs.

He cleans that up as well, not wanting you to wake up and feel like a mess. By now he knows how to take care of you and enjoys doing so. His eyes glisten with absolute adoration as they track up and down your body. Then as soon as he’s finished he climbs into the bed on instinct and pulls you into his arms, your limp body falling over his chest. He looks forward to the moment you wake up, every time hearing the way your pulse picks up when you realize he’s still there with you. He actually finds himself wanting to be there with you, wanting to hold you. But the idea of expressing it all isn’t something he wants to attempt to figure out now. Content to simply lay with you in his arms.

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goryhorroor · 3 months

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Upcoming horror movies (some without release years) - not in order

Longlogs - FBI Agent Lee Harker is assigned to an unsolved serial killer case that takes an unexpected turn, revealing evidence of the occult. Harker discovers a personal connection to the killer and must stop him before he strikes again.

Nosferatu - A gothic tale of obsession between a haunted young woman and the terrifying vampire infatuated with her, causing untold horror in its wake.

Bermuda - Unknown details but it will be set in the mysterious patch of the Caribbean where planes and ships have gone missing over the years.

Twisters (ok thriller but imma count it because i can) - A sequel to the 1996 film about stormchasing scientists studying tornados.

Immaculate - Cecilia is warmly welcomed to the picture-perfect Italian countryside, where she is offered a new role at an illustrious convent. But it becomes clear to Cecilia that her new home harbors dark and horrifying secrets.

Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire - The film centers on the Spengler family as they return to where it all started – the iconic New York City firehouse – to team up with the original Ghostbusters, who’ve developed a top-secret research lab to take busting ghosts to the next level. But when the discovery of an ancient artifact unleashes an evil force, Ghostbusters new and old must join forces to protect their home and save the world from a second Ice Age.

Mickey's Mouse Trap - follows a group of friends who become targets of a serial killer dressed as Mickey Mouse

Imaginary - When Jessica moves back into her childhood home with her family, her youngest stepdaughter Alice develops an eerie attachment to a stuffed bear named Chauncey she finds in the basement. Alice's games with Chauncey become increasingly sinister, and Jessica intervenes only to realize Chauncey is much more than the stuffed toy bear she believed him to be.

Skeletons in the Closet - Haunted by a malevolent spirit since childhood, a desperate mother allows herself to become possessed in order to save the life of her terminally ill daughter.

Lisa Frankenstein - love story about a misunderstood teenager and her high school crush, who happens to be a handsome corpse. After a set of playfully horrific circumstances bring him back to life, the two embark on a murderous journey to find love, happiness… and a few missing body parts along the way.

Winnie The Pooh: Blood & Honey 2 - oh yay? I guess a sequel

Adrift - It is described as a supernatural ghost story set aboard a ship. It is an adaptation of a short story by Koji Suzuki

Dustbunny - It follows a young girl who asks her neighbor to help her kill a monster under her bed after she thinks it has eaten her family.

Faces of Death - follows a woman who discovers violent videos that recreate death scenes from movies online.

Heretic - two religious women who become the focus of a strange man's games.

History of Evil - In the near future, war and corruption have plagued America and turned it into a theocratic police state. Against the oppression, ordinary citizens have formed a group called The Resistance. One such member, Alegre Dyer, breaks out of political prison and reunites with her husband Ron and daughter Daria. On the run from the militia, the family takes shelter in a remote safe house. But their journey is far from over, as the house’s dark past begins to eat away at Ron, and his earnest desire to keep his family safe is overtaken by something much more sinister.

MaXXXine - Six years after the ‘Texas Pornhouse Massacre’, Maxine is now LA-based and on a driven quest to become a star in the acting world. But things take a sinister turn when bodies once again begin to fall around her.

Dracula - A futuristic sci-fi western version of Dracula.

Apartment 7A - Prequel to the 1968 film Rosemary’s Baby.

Baghead - follows a young woman who inherits a run-down pub and discovers a dark secret within its basement. Enter Baghead - a shape-shifting creature that will let you speak to lost loved ones, but not without consequence.

Out of Darkness - In the Old Stone Age, a disparate gang of early humans band together in search of a new land. But when they suspect a malevolent, mystical, being is hunting them down, the clan are forced to confront a danger they never envisaged.

Stopmotion - stop-motion animator by the name of Ella whose latest project might just be driving her to the brink of madness.

Late Night with the Devil - 1970s talk show host Jack Delroy on his last legs, wrung out by personal tragedy and in need of a ratings win. His plan to feature as a guest a young girl who is allegedly possessed seems like a Halloween night layup… until the cameras roll and all hell literally breaks loose.

You'll Never Find Me - An isolated man living at the back of a desolate caravan park is visited by a desperate young woman seeking shelter from a violent storm. As the savage storm worsens, these solitary souls begin to feel threatened – but who should really be afraid?

The First Omen - When a young American woman is sent to Rome to begin a life of service to the church, she encounters a darkness that causes her to question her own faith and uncovers a terrifying conspiracy that hopes to bring about the birth of evil incarnate. (this might be a prequel to the omen)

Abigail - After a group of would-be criminals kidnap the 12-year-old ballerina daughter of a powerful underworld figure, all they have to do to collect a $50 million ransom is watch the girl overnight. In an isolated mansion, the captors start to dwindle, one by one, and they discover, to their mounting horror, that they’re locked inside with no normal little girl.

Return to Silent Hill - James, a man broken after being separated from his one true love. When a mysterious letter calls him back to Silent Hill in search of her, he finds a once-recognizable town transformed by an unknown evil. As James descends deeper into the darkness, he encounters terrifying figures both familiar and new and begins to question his own sanity as he struggles to make sense of reality and hold on long enough to save his lost love.

Infested - invasion of venomous spiders, forcing residents of a suburban building to find a way out.

Tarot - Tarot follows a group of friends who recklessly violate the sacred rule of Tarot readings – never use someone else’s deck. In the wake of broken rules, consequences follow, this time in the form of unleashing an unspeakable evil trapped within the cursed cards.

The Strangers Chapter 1 - a couple, have to survive the night while being terrorized by masked strangers in a remote Airbnb in Oregon

The Watchers - the film follows a young woman who becomes trapped with three strangers in a shelter deep within a forest in Ireland where the group must fight off mysterious creatures every night in order to survive.

Never Let Go - a family who has been tormented by an evil spirit for years as their lives become more dangerous when one of the kids questions if the evil is real.

The One - Follows character Taylor as she becomes a contestant on a reality TV dating show to find love. Taylor's experience takes a turn as she gets down to the final three and becomes terrified of not finding love (with a horror twist)

Thread: An Insidious Tale - new actors who play a husband and wife who use a spell to travel back in time to prevent their daughter's death, which has worse consequences than imagined

Weapons - The movie is about the disappearance of high school students in a small town, similar to the movie Magonlia's from 1999

A Quiet Place: Day One - New characters in New York

Alien: Romulus - takes place between the first & second movies

Beetlejuice 2 - not much is known about the plot details, but Beetlejuice will have a wife & Lydia's daughter will be in it

Speak No Evil: this is the English remake (all it really says; but it's just the 2022 movie but English?)

Smile 2 - it's a sequel but no details have been revealed

Terrifer 3 - not too many details revealed but it will take place on Christmas Eve

Wolfman - not too many details revealed but it's a new take on the werewolf tale

I Saw The TV Glow - Teenager Owen is just trying to make it through life in the suburbs when his classmate introduces him to a mysterious late-night TV show — a vision of a supernatural world beneath their own. In the pale glow of the television, Owen’s view of reality begins to crack.

Don't Move - A seasoned killer injects a grieving woman with a paralytic agent and she must run, fight and hide before her body completely shuts down.

Arcadian - Nicolas Cage comes back to save the day - and his children - from ferocious creatures at their remote farmhouse.

All My Friends Are Dead - College friends? Remote Airbnb? A secret murderer? What could go wrong in this classic toxic friend group killing spree? Looking forward to attending the biggest music fest of the year, this group of friends get together for what should be a killer weekend.

Monolith - It is about a disgraced journalist who investigates a conspiracy theory while trying to salvage her career.

some movies coming out maybe not this year but have been floating around: The Toxic Avenger (I think remake), Witchboard (remake), Year 2 (about werewolves), Shelby Oaks (A woman's desperate search for her long-lost sister falls into obsession upon realizing that the imaginary demon from their childhood may have been real), Salem's Lot (remake), Little Bites ('70s-set monster movie that highlights the lengths a parent will go to protect a child), The Crow (Reboot), Jordan Peele's untitled movie, I've also seen there's going to be another Saw (but it hasn't been confirmed), and another Scream (but that production is already a trainwreck so who knows)

#horror #horror movies #horror cinema #dracula #the crow #terrifier 3 #saw #scream #alien #beetlejuice 2 #smile 2

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princessanonymous · 5 months

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When Night Comes

Platonic Yandere Vampire

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First Chapter

9. 𝓐 𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓡𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱

"Mrs Mitchell," the vampire called as he entered the lavishly appointed study room they had designated for (Y/n)'s lessons, "I regret to inform you that classes will be canceled for the evening."

(Y/n) was startled by that. The sudden announcement was as surprising for her as it was for the governess. Though (Y/n) supposed she didn't mind skipping this evening's classes. History was quite boring after a certain point. With a subtle sigh of relief, she approached the man, grateful to escape another tedious lecture.

Her teacher, however, didn't look so pleased. She shook her head in clisapproval. "The young miss has already missed a class this week," she reasoned, annoyance etching her features. Firmly, she held onto (Y/n)'s arm, hindering her departure. "Allowing her to miss more classes will only reinforce the notion that her behavior goes unpunished."

(Y/n) glared at that. She did skip a session this week, and two the week before. The vampire was quite lenient on that subject. As long as (Y/n) asked nicely and behaved as he wanted her to, he didn't mind if she missed some lectures. Lessons were fun in the beginning, but now, the woman was becoming stricter. Every little mistake was met with harsh words and more work. She couldn't count the number of time she had been forced to write the same lines over and over again just because of one word that hadn't been written properly. Or the number of time she had to recite the same poems.

"She is an intelligent young lady, fully capable of catching up," he responded with a dismissive wave of his hand. His gaze descended until it rested on (Y/n)'s wrist, and he pursed his lips. "Release her."

"That little missy is going to grow up spoiled," she spat in annoyance. "Ladies must not grow to become self indulgent or spoiled."

"My child is flawless in her current state," he hissed with a dangerous undertone.

"Your child?" she scoffed with a sardonic laugh. "This girl speaks and behaves like a commoner. Individuals of her kind should be well aware of their position in our society."

(Y/n) glared. The vampire took a dangerous step forward. "You should know your place," he snapped back. "Release her at once!"

"My responsibility," she responded with an indignant sneer, "is to educate properly this young misfit, and I shall discharge my duty as I see fit—"

In the blink of an eye, the woman found the vampire's fingers encircling her throat. (Y/n) freed herself from the woman's grasp and retreated. The woman continued to wheeze desperately. (Y/n) witnessed the vampire's hand gradually constricting around the human's throat. Every second, he was squeezing it tighter, and tighter, and tighter and—

"Don't do this!" She pleaded. "Please don't kill her!" Her desperate plea resonated in the tense silence of the room

"She is receiving her due, starshine," he replied with a composed, even voice. "If you don't wish to witness it, you may simply leave."

"She doesn't deserve death," she pleaded desperately, attempting to pry his hand from the human's throat.

"Leave," he ordered. "Go amuse yourself with your little dolls. I shall fetch you once this ordeal is over."

"No! You can't -"

"Get out," he bellowed.

She flinched, recoiling from his command. (Y/n) cast one final, pained glance at her teacher before turning away. Suppressing tears, she grappled with the conflict within—choosing self-preservation over another's life. Hugging herself for solace, she closed the door behind her.

...

She sat on her bed, staring blankly at the wall. A certain relief settled upon her as she realized the noises from the study were muffled. She wouldn't have to hear the noise, granting her a reprieve from the grim images haunting her mind. Perhaps, in this solitude, she could convince herself that the cruel vampire wasn't within those walls, smothering the life out of that woman.

Her eyes casted upon the door once she heard the creak of the cloor opening. The nobleman entered, looking regal and calm. He gave a distasteful look at the door. "Remind me to instruct a servant to oil that door's hinges," he remarked with a frown. "The creaking noise is rather annoying."

Silent, she listened as he continued, unsure if he failed to notice or simply didn't care about her inner turmoil. He summoned a maid with a ring of a bell, issuing orders before leaving the room, allowing her a moment of privacy for the attire change.

In the hands of the maid, (Y/n) was adorned with a tightly laced corset over a delicately trimmed chemisette, paired with a long blue skirt embellished with intricate embroideries and trims. The many layers of petticoat complimented her skirt. Dark blue gloves and a bonnet completed the look, harmonizing with the rest of her attire. Finally, she completed it with a small diamond necklace and bracelet. He came back just as she was done getting dressed — like the last time, he gushed and showered her in compliments, marvelous — and they were ready to leave.

(Y/n) stepped into the carriage and the coach started its journey through the moonlit night. "Where are we going, sir?" she inquired, her voice a soft melody that wove into the fabric of the night.

The vampire, seated opposite her in the carriage, allowed a subtle chuckle to escape. "Sir? You don't need to call me that, doll."

"And what, then, should I call you?" The words were poised with a gentle defiance.

His gloved hand reached out to her, fingers entwining tenderly with a strand of her hair. She recoiled with a sour expression, prompting a subtle narrowing of his eyes as his hand retreated. "Father," he declared, the wind carrying his soft whisper.

A near-imperceptible snarl curled on her lips as she responded with defiance, "Never, you don't deserve that title."

The vampire reclined in his seat, a bitter edge to his chuckle. "Titles mean nothing to you, I see." He glanced at her with a subtle disdain that lingered in the air.

She remained unyielding, her gaze unwavering. "Titles should be earned, not handed out like sweets."

Frustration subtly crept into his voice as his fingers traced an invisible pattern in the air. "Earned? I have been around for centuries, and you deny me a simple acknowledgment."

"You took the life of my real father," she seethed, her grip on the seat betraying the restraint she fought to maintain.

Leaning in, the vampire's eyes gleamed with a volatile mix of anger and hurt. "Forget about this man," he insisted with a griped tone.

"I won't forget my real—"

"Enough!" He roared, a tempest of anger causing (Y/n) to flinch, her eyes widening with apprehension. She instinctively scooted away from him, the tension palpable in the opulent carriage.

Then, as swiftly as the storm had erupted, the anger dissipated. He sighed wearily, the echoes of his rage lingering in the confined space. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he looked at her with a weary expression. "Your 'real' father, as you call him, was a mere mortal, a fleeting existence in the grand tapestry of time."

She shot back, her voice laced with defiance, "He was my father, and you took him away from me."

"He was a casualty of our world, a sacrifice for a legacy you cannot escape."

Her eyes narrowed, the flames of resentment burning bright. "Legacy? Don't justify that slaughter with grand words. You're not my father, and I won't let you rewrite history."

He chuckled, the sound mingling with the subtle hum of the carriage's wheels against the stones of the path. His gaze shifted to the window, a distant glint in his eyes. "Have you heard of bonsai trees, doll ?" He asked curiously. He did not wait for an answer and continued. "I first heard of it during a brief stay in Japan in 1808. Exquisite works of art, truly. Elegant ornamental trees shaped with intricate precision. Interestingly, people often assume these trees belong to a specific species, but that is a misconception. To craft one of these art pieces, you don't start with a particular tree. No, you grow it in a pot to stifle its natural growth. Any rebellious shoots must be ruthlessly eliminated. Then, it undergoes a merciless process of cutting, curving, and shaping until it reaches perfection. A long and tedious procedure, but the reward is undeniable."

His gaze bore into hers, a calculated intensity in his eyes. She gulped at the analogy, her heart quickening its pace. "Your point is?" she asked, her throat dry, apprehension lingering in her voice.

He smiled darkly, his grip on her hand tightening gradually. "My point is... I would do a lot for you, starshine." The ominous words hung in the air, a foreboding promise shrouded in the unsettling ambiance of the carriage.

A tense silence enveloped them, the room bearing witness to the thinly veiled threat.

#platonic yandere #yandere platonic #yandere vampire #yandere father #obsession #yandere #vampire #platonic #x reader #female reader #reader insert #child reader #yandere x reader #tw murder

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lovinglokilaufeyson · 8 days

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The Devil You Don't - A.A

Pairings: Spawn!Astarion x Fem!Reader (Mephistopheles Tiefling! Raphael’s Daughter)

Warnings: 18+, Abandonment by parent, Discussion on Loss of a Parent, BG3 Spoilers (set sometime in Act 2), Mutual Pining, Fluff, Angst, SMUT (P-in-V, Fingering), Past Trauma, Not Proofread

Wordcount: 1,971

Summary: You are Raphael’s daughter, who he disowned for her good nature. You are abducted from Baldur’s Gate and receive a tadpole in your head. You have bonded with Astarion, but you are not about to let him ask your father for help. As a reminder, Tav has just revealed to Astarion that she is Raphael’s daughter.

A/N: This is part 2 of “A Devil You Know” as was originally requested in my inbox for Raphael’s daughter reader, who comes off as naïve and innocent, despite a tragic past. If you haven’t read part one, and would like some more context to the story, please feel free to do so here.

Astarion stared in absolute disbelief as you revealed this information to him. “Darling, you can’t possibly be serious” Astarion attempted to brush off your declaration to him, but the glow of your eyes and the gritting of your teeth said otherwise. For the first time, Astarion was able to sense true, deep pain surging through you. It wasn’t something that he often saw coming from you. He had just been told some of the most heinous information in his life, and yet – here he was, more worried about you, presently. If he hadn’t known any better, you looked on the verge of transforming into a dangerous creature.

“Darling, I-” Astarion began to speak, moving closer towards you subtly. “Astarion, I get it. I understand if you don’t want me here anymore, I know I’m his daughter, but you have to know that he has completely and entirely disowned me. I am fairly convinced that the only reason he is following us around is to spite me, I don’t know.” You sputtered on, with Astarion cutting you off a moment later. “Hush, my love.” He was closer to you now, allowing him to place a finger against your lips so they would purse together and mute your words. “There are no explanations needed from you on this.” He released his finger, although you yearned for the fuel of his touch once again.

“It seems to me that my making a deal with Raphael would be the equivalent of you making a deal with Cazador, and darling, I could never let you do that. I’m not usually impressed by people, but you’re stronger than I gave you credit for.” He spoke, seemingly retracting his previous statements about your naivety. “I’m so sorry, my love.” The care in his heart had grown for you substantially within the last few moments. Astarion had judged you incorrectly upon first meeting. Yes, you were a ray of sunshine for him (although without destroying him) you were also that, but in spite of all of the struggles. He admired you for that, greatly.

Astarion lifted you with ease, carrying you to his tent. Although you initially thought that he wished to bed you this evening, his mind was far from that kind of intimacy. Astarion faced away from you on the bed roll, and you traced the vampiric scars that seemingly sealed his fate, while he asked you a variety of questions about your life, and a few about the ritual too. “How did you ever end up in his hands?”

“Well, it’s quite simple, really. My mother passed away, and Raphael was there, ready to take me with him. I know now that it was more than just a mere coincidence that he was there. He wanted to collect what was ‘his’ in order to render himself more powerful.”

“How did your mother die?”

“He killed her.” Astarion’s heartstrings were tugged instantaneously from the thought of you, a young girl, witnessing her mother’s death, before being scooped up by your devil father. “He wanted power and thought that his child would give him the potential for more.”

“So, why did he leave you at that orphanage? Abandon you like that…” Astarion pondered.

“Well, it’s quite simple really. I was too good for him. Too naïve, too inexperienced, too… happy. He didn’t like that I didn’t want to be evil. That I couldn’t be persuaded to be, either.” Astarion peered back at you, enjoying greatly the way that your hands played along his back. “You know, initially I didn’t like that about you either” he joked, teasingly.

“Correct, but you didn’t abandon me at an orphanage.”

“I think I underestimated you, my dear.”

“Perhaps you did, Astarion.”

You switched sides now, cuddling into Astarion’s chest as his arm was wrapped around your form, tracing swirls into your arm with his delicate fingertips. You used your free hand to trace along his chest in various motions. “This is nice.” Astarion spoke suddenly, before clamping his hand over his mouth in embarrassment, his bloodless cheeks turning as red as they possibly could.

“It is nice, Astarion. I agree.” You spoke in a reassuring tone. “However, I think perhaps you’re deflecting from your issue at hand.”

“Oh, the whole, imminent death via a ritual by my evil vampiric master Cazador, that will kill me and my brothers and sisters and grant him godhood? Haven’t thought about it. Darling, he is very powerful.” Astarion spoke, a hint of sadness in his voice.

“I believe in us, more than anything, Astarion. We have overcome great things. We can overcome terrible ones, too. Cazador included.” Your hopefulness on the subject did have some effect on him, but despite that, he still felt sadness from what he had learned. Astarion was merely a pawn to Cazador, but there was a distinct difference now that he had a tadpole lodged in his cranium. He was the missing piece to Cazador’s puzzle.

And you were the missing piece to his.

You slid around, no longer facing him, but he kept his presence known, snuggling up against your backside, his torso flush against your back as he held you closer than he had ever held another. Subtly, you pressed your bum against his pelvis, ever so slightly. “Darling, are you teasing me?”

“Always.” You muttered back, pressing the slightest bit harder. “You cheeky little-” were the only words he used to respond, before nearly instantly slipping your nightgown over your butt. “No underwear either, pet? I know it’s been a while, but you truly are desperate, aren’t you?” He teased, tutting after he spoke.

“Only for you” you answered, which seemed to make Astarion quiver slightly. Only for him? He hadn’t ever had someone that was “his” before. If he was honest, he became jealous when you would stay up late studying with Gale. You said that Gale helped you perform your spells at an advanced level, and that it was for improved accuracy. Typically, these sessions with Gale would come after some sort of catastrophic failure during battle, when you would wound one of your own or the spell would fizzle out soon after casting. He also helped you maintain your concentration spells by testing you.

But confirmation that you were his? He could barely handle it.

“For me?” He spoke, with relative disbelief.

“Of course” you responded, leaving a delicate peck on Astarion’s cheek. The subtle tingling sparked by his nerves left him in awe. You two had been intimate before, but never in such a way. Astarion felt himself becoming timid, especially as the words left his lips “please, let me make love to you.” A small part of him internally cringed, but the other was proud of himself. Astarion wasn’t one to beg, but he had never wanted anything more.

You turned from your previous position so that you could face him. You brought a hand up and through his delectable pale curls, gazing longingly into his crimson irises. “I would love nothing more” you pecked his lips again, letting them linger this time, validating his wishes with your own.

You pulled away and merely nodded, ushering him to move forward. Almost hesitantly, Astarion persistent forward. You leaned upwards in order to slide your nightgown over your shoulders and across the tent, landing on the other side of the bedroll that you shared. “You look delicious, my love.” Astarion remarked, taking in the full experience of your form. He hadn’t truly realized how beautiful you were until this moment. He was so dissociated with his previous sexual escapades with you that he didn’t take the time to admire what was really in front of him.

“Darling, my Gods…” he muttered out as he nearly brought himself to pounce on you, quickly removing his own garments, kissing you feverishly. He broke the kiss a few times to undress, but he kept his eyes on yours persistently. He was with you, and he felt safe. He was so grateful for you. And as far as he was concerned, Raphael needed to watch his back. Any attempts for contact, he would regret.

Astarion focused his attention back to you now, rather than the destruction of the very man who you shared genes with. Astarion felt himself stammering around slightly, anxious to feel you around him again. Somehow, he felt like it would be different this time. His clothes were now scattered atop yours; his hard member being revealed teasingly. “Please, Astarion.” You moaned out, begging for his entrance inside of your canal.

Although he could hardly wait to be inside of you once more, he was also eager to tease. He pressed his index finger against your heat, moving it inside of you gently. He brought his thumb to flick against your clit, and you writhed in pleasure from his actions. “Fuck-“ you groaned as he flicked your nub once more, as you became even wetter than before.

“Astarion, please get inside of me” you begged. With this, he pressured his index finger in you further, and you groaned in response, looking up at him with a subtle smirk on his face. “Your dick, please.”

Astarion removed his finger now, understanding your eagerness. He took his erect member in his hand, guiding it to your vagina. At first he merely prodded the entrance, swirling his tip around it teasingly. Then, he pressed it within, and you gasped “I forgot how big you are.”

“It seems that it’s been far too long, then, my love.” With these words, he slid further in, until his tip reached the end of your canal, osculating your cervix. To this, you mewled from the pleasure. He made a similar groan in from the pleasure, as he felt your passage tighten around him. You took a breath, before he pulled out and pressed inwards again. He brought a finger downwards to play with your clitoris, hoping to provide more pleasure.

“Gods,” you pled once more, and Astarion began pumping in and out of you further, deeper, and faster than before as he felt his own climax building. You squeezed around him tightly, and he gazed down at your bouncing bosom before lifting his head upwards as his eyes rolled to the back of his head with ease from the sensation. He stared back down at you, watching as you panted, but looked back up at him with so much love and adoration in your eyes.

“How close are you, my sweet?” He pondered, and you frantically nodded back at him “so so close.”

“Me too, my love. Cum with me.” Astarion pumped in and out for a few more rounds, before the warm fluid coated your canal, with you squeezing around him, shaking, your own climax approaching steadily.

You writhed with pleasure as Astarion played with your bud still, the feeling of his juices flowing inside of you driving you over the edge. Your lips were soon met with Astarion’s, and you felt your heart flutter as he released, speaking those three little words, everyone’s favorite: “I love you.”

But he truly did mean it. He had never made love to someone before, nor feel so much for another. With you, he did. You felt the same as he did, so you repeated them back to him, “I love you, Astarion.” His name in your voice, following those words? He could’ve sworn he was starving all of his life before he met you. Like he had not truly lived.

You laid down in each other’s arms as you were before, left with slightly more marks from one another than you had previously. He brought another kiss to your lips, and you spoke after releasing “you just can’t keep your hands off of me, can you?”

“Never, my love. Not when you’re you, darling.”

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last-herondale · 1 year

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“Wintered”

Jacob Black x Fem-reader

Soulmates

Fluff, slight NSFW, mostly fluff 😊

A/N: This is similar to my previous Jacob x reader post. My head cannon is where the reader is part of the pack and imprints on Jacob, but he doesn’t immediately imprint on her back. Anyway, this scene takes place before the confrontation with the Voltori in BD pt 2. Jacob has finally imprinted on Y/N after you have a near death experience. (I refuse to accept the storyline of Jacob imprinting on Ratatouille 🤢) and the two of you station yourself out in the clearing to scout the area before the rest of the Cullens and wolves arrive. A blizzard comes in and forces the two of you to make camp within the woods. This allows for some fluffy conversations to occur. 😉

Might make a NSFW scene as a part 2 to this story. 🤷🏻‍♀️ Jacob Black has my heart so expect one 😉

Edit: I did make part 2 😬 here’s a link. Okay byeee

Part 2

Enjoy 🤘🏼

You had been careful. Maybe too careful these past few weeks after the birth of Bella’s daughter. It had been a chaotic period of your life. You had chosen to break apart from the pack in order to follow Jacob. Your new Alpha. Your imprint. Your soulmate. Even from the beginning it was never really a choice, but still, you were proud of his decision to leave.

He was fighting to save Bella, as he always did. And even though it broke your heart to see the man you loved more than anything in the world fight so hard for someone who would never love him like he deserved, you stood by his side through it all. Even when the fight became deadly.

It had been a risky plan. But the Cullens needed to feed. Distract the pack. Protect the Cullens. That was the plan that fateful night. But it turned sour real quick. Bella had gone into labor, and Sam’s pack had launched an attack on the remaining Cullens. Paul had the small vampire, Alice, in between his giant wolf mouth. She had been weak and hungry, and even her immortal strength began to give way. You couldn’t let her die. Despite knowing Paul’s size and strength over powered you every time you trained with the pack, you didn’t care.

You had launched yourself at Paul, your claws and teeth slashing at his neck, forcing him to release Alice, allowing her to escape. Paul was enraged with you then. You could feel the rumble of his growl deep in his chest as he set his sights on you and pounced.

“Y/N!” Jacob’s voice called, snapping you out of the memory.

The wind was whipping all around you. Flurries of snow bit at your face and clung in your hair. The sun was beginning to set and the landscape was quickly turning dark. Jacob came up from behind you, his bare chest unfazed by the chill weather. You stood unbothered as well, the warmth of your wolf blood fought against the cold, especially after shifting. You turned to look at him, and as always your chest tugged at you to close the space between you. But you fought yourself and stood your ground.

“The weather is getting worse,” he nearly had to yell over the wind. You nodded. Alice had said this would happen. A winter vortex would come in and blanket the clearing with snow and ice. Then, after the sun returned, the Volturi would arrive.

“Should we head back?” You asked. It would take no time at all to head back to the Cullen house, but Edward had wanted eyes on the clearing to make sure there were no surprises.

Jacob shook his head and pulled over the backpack he had been carrying. “This storm shouldn’t last too long. Alice said it would be over by tomorrow morning.” He looked at you with a strange sparkle in his eyes. “I brought us a tent,” he continued, “I mean only- if you want to.” You arched your brow at him in amusement. You had never seen him trip over his words before, and lately he seemed to be doing that a lot around you.

“Yeah, okay. Let’s find somewhere out of this wind.” You reply.

The two of you found a nice spot within the trees, up against a large rock that blocked out a great deal of wind. You helped him set up the tent between the trees and found yourself glad to take refuge within. Jacob was close behind you, taking great care to zip up the tent, securing the two of you inside.

You sat across from him in silence for a moment. There seemed to be an electric charge buzzing between the two of you. It sent a strange sensation down your spine when you noticed how he looked at you. His lips parted slightly, as if he was going to speak, but to break the tension you finally reached over and yanked his pack away.

“What else are you hiding in here?” You teased.

Amusement warmed his face. He leaned back and crossed his arms and you searched his pack. “Oh you know, stakes, cloves of garlic, usual leech killing gear.”

You snorted. “Oh that’s what that smell was? The whole run over here I thought it was your breath.”

Jacob let out a laugh, a real genuine laugh. It had been a while, it had been months, since you heard that laugh of his. It warmed your heart to hear his laugh again. You pulled out the contents of his backpack, and found that he had packed the two of you an extra set of clothes, in case transforming caused any wardrobe issues. There was a handmade quilt that you pulled out and set aside. And a few granola bars and a few waters.

You tossed him a bar and a bottle and let yourself stretch out across the tent as you ate. The two of you chatted mindlessly a bit as you tried to ignore the growing tension that seemed to build within the tent. It was as if you could reach out and touch the electric waves that buzzed between you. Finally, you let yourself stretch out on the tent floor, using the quilt as a pillow. Jacob hesitated a moment before joining you on the floor, your bodies inches apart from each other as the wind picked up outside of the tent.

You turned on your side to face him, and were shocked to find him already facing you. His eyes seemed deep in thought as they scanned your face. You felt your face redden slightly at the intensity of his gaze.

“Jake?” You ask softly. His eyes snapped up to look at yours. “Hmm” was all he answered. You couldn’t help but smile at him. “Are you okay?” You ask with a small chuckle, “You’ve been acting—different ever since Ness was born.” At that Jacob’s smile wavered a bit but his eyes kept roaming your face.

“I’ve just been thinking,” he murmured, “ a lot of things have changed since then. It’s an— adjustment.” You expected that in some capacity. You were prepared to help Jacob once Bella became a vampire, to help distract him from the pain of that, but it never came. He seemed to almost welcome Bella into her immortal life, taking satisfaction in the fact of her still being alive in some capacity anyway. It had shocked you how— calm he was about it all.

“Does it hurt being around her?” You nearly whispered. Normally would wouldn’t have dared asked such a question, but his silence these past few weeks had been maddening. Confusion swept Jacob’s face for a moment before he realized what you meant. And then he chuckled.

“Around Bella? No. Not anymore. That’s— not the change I meant, although it has been an adjustment getting used to her new life. But that isn’t what I meant. ” He said. You scrunched you brows at him in confusion and then abruptly sat up. Jacob propped himself up on one arm to meet your gaze, his eyes searching your face to see what he had done.

“Then what do you mean, Jacob? Why else have you been acting so weird lately?” Anger tipped on your words, but you found yourself unable to restrain your emotions. Jacob waited for you to continue, his lips pressed together as if he was holding back.

“For weeks now you’ve been so calm, so careful… I thought you would be upset or angry or something! Leah and Seth won’t tell me anything, but I know they know something. Even Edward seems to know what it is but for some reason you refuse to tell me? Jacob, you’ve just been so quiet around me lately and I can’t understand why. What changed? Did I do something to you?” At the last question you felt tears fall down your eyes.

Without hesitation, Jacob’s hand we on either side of your face, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “I’m sorry,” he choked out, “I was afraid that if I admitted the truth— that if I told you—“

“Told me what, Jacob?” You pleaded. You grabbed his hands that held your face.

“I—“ he struggled to say, “I imprinted.”

Suddenly you were back in that moment. You felt Paul’s teeth clamp down on your neck, the sharp crunching pain of his canines crunching down on bone. That pain was excruciating. But even then, the pain and shock allowed you to pass out from it. Death was a numbing relief to the pain, or so you imagined. But this pain had no relief. You dropped your hands from Jacob’s and felt your heart collapse.

“On who?” Your voice cracked. “When did you—?”

Jacob froze at your reaction. You could no longer hide the pain that radiated from your chest. You felt as if you might vomit. Would it be better to know? Who she was, how he now felt for her? His world now revolved around her. How would you survive?

“I need to leave,” you choke out. You tried to fumble with the zipper but Jacob’s strong hands gripped you and pulled you away.

“Y/N, please,” he voice was oddly strained, “let me explain—“

“I cant!” You cried, “i can’t do this anymore Jacob! I can’t keep pretending that everything is okay, when my heart is breaking! I can’t keep pretending that I don’t love you. That you are everything to me, my purpose, my entire existence! Please, let me go!”

The words you promised to never say were out. Your body heaved in violent sobs as the weight of your soul poured out before him. You expected him to release you. To be horrified by what you just said. But instead you felt him move closer, the space between you disappeared as he wrapped his large arms around you tightly and securely.

“Oh Y/N,” he murmured against your hair, “oh sweetheart, my love, my everything, no, no, no, no.” You stilled under him, his words piercing your body with every syllable. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Why didn’t you tell me you imprinted?”

You pushed yourself away from him far enough to look into his eyes. You searched his wildly waiting for him to explain. He ran a hand through your hair, pushing it away from your face. “That night, when Paul nearly killed you—“ his voice cracked at the memory, “ I thought I would lose you. Something snapped in me that night, something deep and primal in my blood. Suddenly, you were the only pull I felt. Everything in my heart, body, and soul was fighting for you.”

You weren’t sure if you were breathing then. Tears fell down your face as Jacob continued. “I knew it was the imprint, I felt it deep within my bones. When you finally woke up, I waited to see if maybe the bond had snapped into place for you too… but nothing had seemed to change for you. I wasn’t sure how to tell you— so I waited and kept my distance. I didn’t want to force this on you, or scare you away. But I never thought…” he trailed off. His thumb traced down the side of your face, stopping at the edge of your bottom lip.

“How long have you known?” He asked.

“I’ve always known,” you whispered.

And with those words alone, any restraint, and uncertainty Jacob had had vanished. In an instant his hand cupped the back of your neck as he pulled you closer and kissed you. The contact of him made stars dance in your vision, but immediately you found yourself melting against him. You threw your arms around his neck and anchored yourself to him. He growled against your mouth in reaction, and deepened the kiss.

His tongue explored your mouth, intoxicating your senses with the taste of him. Your fingers knotted up in his hair, and you pulled his head closer to yours, needing more of him in your reach. He reacted to your touch, a soft groan escaping his lips as he nipped your bottom lip. His free hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer. You gave out a small yelp in surprise and you couldn’t help but giggle.

Jacob moved his lips from your mouth to trace the line of your jaw, peppering you with kisses as he made his way down your neck. “Whats so funny?” He murmured against the nape of your neck. You tilted your head back to give him easier access, the warmth of his lips were inviting. “You have no idea—“ you said breathlessly, “how long I’ve wanted you to kiss me.”

You felt him smile against your neck, his teeth grazing you as he pulled away slowly. He looked at you, desire burning in his dark eyes, his face oddly flushed with red and warmth. “I’m sorry for not realizing sooner. I’m sorry I’ve kept you waiting. All this time,” he said, both of his arms slipped around you, pulling you as close to him as possible, “I thought it was friendship that made our relationship so strong.” He said the word as a curse. As if he realized now that what the two of you had was more than that. More than any word used to describe this feeling.

“I thought it was a different kind of love you felt for me,” he admitted, “I never imagined it was— this.” You slid one hand down from his neck and traced the line of his jaw. Gentle touches you had always restrained yourself from. He leaned into you, shivering at each touch. A smile spread across your face as you held your heart in your hands. All of the heartache these past few years had suddenly vanished from your mind. None of it mattered. Not anymore. “I suppose you have time to make up for then,” you challenged.

Jacob’s eyes bore into you, waiting for you to make the next move. He would bend to you, only you. Your thumb traced the outline of his lips. Two words. One command of him. The one thing you had sought after since you met him. A whisper within the wind.

“Kiss me.”

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bless-my-demons · 1 year

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Redamancy: Chapter One

Jasper Hale x Reader

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, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: Use of curse words

Notes: I was nervous to start writing from Jasper’s POV, but sometimes you just gotta send it and hope for the best. POV changes in italics at the beginning of their sections!

Word Count: 823

Series Masterlist

• January 24th, 2005 • Forks High School •

Jasper

Another boring day at this high school which means another tally added to the long list of days spent amongst hormonal teenagers for almost no reason.

Almost.

I understand the importance of learning to curb my hunger, to be able to assimilate into society as easily as my coven members. I crave the ability they possess to just exist in public without any hint of the monster that lies within. I’ll give it to Carlisle, not many places could I be immersed in an environment flush with humans, but also have the ability to blame my awkwardness with them on teenage hormones while I adjust. I’m not too keen on taking the risk with literal children, but the risk forces me to maintain a tighter grip on the bloodlust raging inside.

I still don’t like the experimentation of it all.

At least my adopted brothers and sisters are close by whenever I need. I hate that I’m not sure of myself yet, like I’m still in need of the crutch they provide should I need it. This is a never-ending war crawling under my skin. I should be strong enough to control this, I’m nearly 160 years old. I’ve commanded humans and vampires alike, why can I not command my own urges for blood?

I'm deep in my own mind walking alongside Emmett as he talks my ear off about his Jeep and the modifications he contemplates making tonight to kill time, and as we pass the front office to our high school, I nearly miss catching the door before it could crack me across the face.

Once I gain my bearings after the momentary shock of being caught in my thoughts, I let the door drift shut and look to the culprit-

Thoughts are foreign to me all of a sudden.

I immediately stop breathing in shock, my back goes rigid, and blinking becomes a thing of the past as my eyes connect with the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen.

I’ve never seen such a beautiful person, human or vampire, in my life. My eyes are greedy as I drink her in. From the white converse, worn overalls, the chunky sweater underneath to ward off the early morning chill, to her beautifully messy hair hastily clipped up in a twist at the base of her head - she’s a breath of fresh air and I’ve been submerged for over a century.

But what really catches me off guard is her scent. She smells like fresh lavender and something else so decadent I can’t quite put my finger on it. I can feel the beginnings of flames licking down my throat at just the microscopic inhale after releasing the door from my death-grip moments ago.

The scent of this bewitching girl had me in such a trance, enough that when Emmett delivers a clap to my shoulder to shake me from my thoughts, I didn’t even realize he was chuckling at my expense.

“Oh god I’m so sorry! I was so focused on my schedule that I didn’t even see you-“ she immediately began apologizing.

“No need to worry, doll. It’ll require a little more than a door to take me out.” I immediately interrupted her nervous rambling. Did I really just say that?

“Jasper Hale.” I stuck my hand out for her to shake, trying to start this introduction all over on the right foot.

I noticed her glance to my outstretched hand and back up to my face as her warm hand slid into mine.

“Y/n, Y/n Y/l/n.” She replied, still looking a little surprised. She squeezed my hand a little before allowing hers to slip from mine.

Just from the small amount of skin to skin contact with this beautiful girl, everything inside of me roars to life. I’m worried that if I glance at my hand, I’ll see the skin crawling from where the heat of her hand lingers.

Surprise, worry, anxiety, embarrassment, self-deprecation, awe - the emotions a rolodex scrolling in rapid succession in the forefront of my mind. The shock of meeting her momentarily throwing my supernatural ability for a loop. I haven’t had such shit control over the emotions surrounding me since I was a newborn vampire.

I’ve never had such an interesting reaction to something, or rather someone, before - it scares me slightly. I can only gape as Y/n turns and makes her way quickly to class.

Reader

Can someone die from stupidity?

I’m at my new high school for less than an hour and I’ve already made the biggest fool of myself. I almost just took out the most attractive human being at this school by complete accident.

After introducing myself to Jasper Hale, I hastily turned around and booked it for my first class in the hopes to avoid further insult to injury.

Smooth, Y/n. Real fucking smooth.

#jasper hale x reader #jasper hale #jasper whitlock #jasper whitlock hale #jasper hale x female!reader #female reader insert #twilight #twilight fanfiction #romance #slow burn #redamancy series #bless-my-demons

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kisakis-boyfriend · 7 months

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Kisaki x vampire reader headcannons + scenarios

Pairings: Tetta Kisaki x reader

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, vampire!reader, sub/bottom!Kisaki, consuming blood, period sex, a whole trans Kisaki section

Genre/Format: Smut; Headcannons & scenarios

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

I HC Kisaki as being super sensitive in general, so having a vampire lover who sinks their fangs into his sensitive neck regularly? Their hands roaming his body all the while?

Yeah that's going to result in a lot of moaning and flusteredness on Tetta's part sfgdfjfdjhsg

A human's blood acts as somewhat of an aphrodisiac to vampires. But a vampire can also inject the human with their own sort of aphrodisiac from their bite

Thus resulting in feeding sessions becoming intimate very quickly

Hoisting the human up onto the counter, his legs instinctually parted to allow room for your body as it leaned into his warmth. His dress shirt is unbuttoned halfway, exposing his neck to your lustful gaze. Your hands rest on his waist while your lips meet Kisaki's shoulder, leaving gentle kisses and creeping towards his pulse point

The scent of warm blood rushing through his veins could be described as intoxicating, and the knowledge that you could pierce his delicate skin at any second and drink the very liquid that kept him alive excited both of you greatly, hearts racing in tandem while you hovered not even an inch above Kisaki's skin

The moment sharp fangs punctured Kisaki's neck he released a drawn out moan, his hands grasping your biceps tightly while your fangs secrete a hormone akin to a rapidly working aphrodisiac that seeps into his bloodstream. Within moments of you sucking his delicious blood out through his neck, Kisaki will arch his back. Desperately craving your everything as his nails dig into your skin and leave marks. One of your hands will snake up to his lower back, pulling him towards you impossibly close, while the other will tangle in his hair

Soon after Kisaki will be desperately humping you as best as he can in this configuration, grinding his needy cock/pussy against you while you groan into his neck. Thick, crimson blood filling your mouth and sliding down your throat the entire time

Perhaps you fit the ‘Gentlemanly vampire’ stereotype a tad bit. Seeing as you always thank him for the meal once you've had your fill

Carding your fingers through his hair and kissing him with bloody lips wherever you can reach. Sort of like lipstick kiss marks, just with blood instead

After a feeding session, humans tend to be woozy and fall asleep easily. So of course you swiftly clean Kisaki up, putting a bandaid on the puncture wounds so that they won't leak blood all over everything...

If he still has the energy to do so, you'll run a lovely bath for the two of you. Using his favorite scents to help him relax and lighting a single candle

Doing most of the work as you wash him and then wrap him in a towel after you get out. Usually dressing him in comfy clothes too since he'll be too tired to do much on his own

Vampires have impressive stamina...inhuman amounts, one might say

And your darling human lover enjoys the nights when you just keep fucking him. Railing his holes until he's stupid and brainless

“O-ohhh fuuuuucckk~ M-more...harder– ” Tetta moans, his body partially limp from the past few hours of his holes being abused over and over again. One leg was weakly wrapped around you, the other one resting by your side as your cock wrecked your lover's insides, per his request

Another round of warm cum shooting inside of him and adding to the mess already accumulating within his guts. Blood dripped from several bite marks scattered across his body, unable to bite gently due to your sharp fangs so you simply claimed Tetta as yours by leaving your marks all over

Trans Kisaki section~ 🏳️‍⚧️💛

Period sex. So much period sex

Tetta takes advantage of how much you love period sex sometimes, making you beg to eat out his lil pussy

And you will happily comply, of course~

“Again. You can do better than that, can't you?” Your darling teases as you kneel before him. One foot pushes your chest lightly, just enough pressure to keep you in place so that you can't reach the delectable prize just in front of you

Your mouth waters at the thought of tasting Kisaki in his current state, so you try again, “Fuck... please, my love? My angel, my everything? Please allow me to eat you out– ” A low whine escaped through your lips as you begged, digging your nails into the fabric of your pants as you continued, “You can control my every movement, just...please...I need you to fill my mouth ”

It seemed as though your begging had finally paid off. Kisaki smirked down at you, enjoying how desperate and pathetic someone as powerful as yourself could become. Reduced to just your underwear, on your knees below him, begging so sweetly for a taste of his cunt. Of course he always planned on saying yes eventually, he simply wanted to see how far you'd fall for him

Trans Tetta gets so so wet whenever you feed from him. Squirming helplessly while your bite drives him even crazier for your touch

Begging you to fuck him while you suck him

Again, how could you ever deny your darling the simplest of pleasures? Of course you'll pound his soaked pussy ruthlessly while you devour him, anything for your lover 💛

Fluffy section ✨

If you just so happen to dress in Victorian era clothing, or anything gothic really, Tetta will tease you about being so stereotypical

But really, he loves that you're so unafraid of dressing how you want to even though some people make fun of you in public

Especially enjoys when you dress him up in your wardrobe 👉👈

You're a bit larger than him, so your attire is a little loose or too long sometimes, but he still enjoys trying on your things

And of course you stand him in front of a full-length mirror and compliment the hell out of him 💞

I also HC Kisaki as being really insecure and self-loathing in general, so he needs a partner that will drown him in reassurance and affection frequently

What better way to do so than letting him try on a style that he's interested in and making him understand how amazing he looks in it?

Vampires aren't ice cold to the touch, but when they need to feed again they do run slightly colder than a human does

Tetta already loves cuddling, but he fucking adores it during the few days after a feeding session. Your body is abnormally warm from his blood filling you up. Just radiating heat wherever you go

And Kisaki will make any excuse to nuzzle close to you, craving your warmth and maybe feeling a little possessive...after all, it is his blood that makes you so warm. It is his life essence that keeps you alive just the same

Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3

#my writing #tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #tetta kisaki #kisaki smut #kisaki x reader #male reader #dom reader #vampire au #vampire reader #headcannons #scenario #sub kisaki #halloween specials 🎃#trans kisaki

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georgiebrits · 5 months

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Eternal love bites - Park Sunghoon

You are alone with Sunghoon in his dimly lit castle. His dark eyes are fixed on you as you stand before him, your heart pounding with excitement and fear. His cool, pale skin sends shivers down your spine as he approaches you, fangs bared. You can feel his breath on your neck as he whispers enticing words in your ear. You know that if you give in to his desires, you will become a vampire like him - his forever.

Sunghoon drinks from you deeply, relishing in your sweet taste as you scream out in pain. He pulls back after a moment, his eyes meeting yours as he speaks softly, "I'm sorry dear, but it is necessary. I would never have done this if I didn't love you." He pulls you close, his lips brushing against yours as he tastes your blood on his tongue.

Sunghoon presses his lips to yours in a deep, passionate kiss. As he does, you can feel the pain of the transformation start to fade, replaced by a warm, pulsing energy that courses through your veins. His kiss consumes you, distracting you from the twinges of pain that still linger. You can feel yourself growing stronger by the second as his love infuses you, making you whole. As he pulls back from the kiss, he whispers, "Feel better now, my darling?"

You break the kiss, panting heavily, "Sunghoon, it still hurts. I need another distraction." Your eyes plead with him to help you forget the pain as he reaches up to caress your cheek, "Of course, my love. I will make sure you feel nothing but pleasure." With that, he lowers his head to your neck, his fangs gently grazing your skin as he teases you. You moan in anticipation, knowing that Sunghoon will take you to new heights of ecstasy.

Sunghoon kisses the puncture wounds on your neck softly, sending pleasurable shivers through you. He then moves lower, planting a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses and teasing bites down your chest, stopping to suck and nibble on your nipples, eliciting cries of pleasure from you. You arch your back, desperate for more of his touch as he makes his way down your body. Sunghoon looks up at you with a devilish glint in his eye and says, "You taste so, so sweet my little love." And with that, he continues his exploration of your body.

Without delay, Sunghoon moves his mouth down to your slick folds, teasing them with his lips and tongue. He uses his hands to part them, spreading you open for his eager attention. His tongue expertly flicks at your clit, making you writhe with pleasure. He alternates between long, slow licks and short, rapid ones that make you gasp. You grip his hair tightly, pushing your hips up against his face, urging him on. Sunghoon continues to eat you out, his tongue slowly sliding inside you, drawing out whimpers and moans from deep within you. Your body writhes with pleasure as he takes you to the brink of orgasm.

As Sunghoon brings his face back up to yours, he sees that your once-human eyes are now black and glinting with the same hunger that drives him. A wicked smile spreads across his lips as he realizes the transformation is complete. Without a word, he grabs you by your neck, pulling you flush against him as he thrusts into you. The pleasure is so intense that you cry out, your nails digging into his back. Sunghoon pumps into you with a fierce intensity, his vampiric strength allowing him to fuck you harder and faster than any mortal man could. Your bodies move together in perfect unison, the sound of your flesh slapping against his filling the air. The power of your mutual desire is overwhelming, and you both feel it bubbling over.

Sunghoon releases his grip on your neck and hikes one of your legs up over his shoulder, deepening the penetration. He moves in and out of you with wild abandon, driving you both towards the edge of oblivion. Your moans of pleasure escalate, growing louder and more urgent with each thrust. As he slams into you again and again, you cry out his name, feeling the sensation of his cock stretching you to the limit. You're both so lost in the euphoria of the moment that nothing else matters anymore. All that exists is the two of you, moving together in an erotic frenzy.

As Sunghoon continues to thrust into you with a fierce intensity, you feel your body reaching the peak of pleasure. You cry out his name again and again, feeling your orgasm building inside you until it consumes you completely. You ride wave after wave of pleasure, feeling Sunghoon's movements only intensifying your ecstasy. As you come down from the high, you look into Sunghoon's eyes and see a deep love that you haven't witnessed before. He pulls you close and whispers in your ear, "I'm glad we'll have each other forever." You melt into his arms, feeling safe and loved. With him, you know you'll always find pleasure, pain, and everything in between. You're his now, forever.

#smut #x reader #enhypen smut #enhypen #park sunghoon #sunghoon smut #sunghoon #imagine

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falling-heights · 3 months

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Ascended Astarion/Tiefling!Tav Pt. 3

Summary: You confront Astarion, and he reveals his plans

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Warnings: Astarion is a manipulative little shit, demeaning words and actions, power dynamics, gaslighting, abusive behavior. Not a happy chapter.

He did not respond at first, eyes lowering as he pondered something. After a few moments however, his smile returned, devilish enough to be mistaken for one, if not for the lack of horns. He mused to himself as he looked down at you, admiring the ensemble you had put on for him, seemingly pleased with it. He released his hold, beckoning you to follow him as he made his way back to the mahogany desk.

"Come sit, a poor thing like you must be exhausted from all that trifling chatter," His tone was patronizing, belittling. You hesitated to comply, causing his head to tilt once more. His smile faltered for a moment, becoming annoyed before the flash of his teeth returned. "My dearest, I'm afraid I haven't got the time for idle gossip. Unless, of course, you're too desperately lonely tonight to stand being unattended. I can fetch one of the spawn to indulge in-"

"I'm not..." You cut him off, laughing in disbelief, appalled at the thought. You remained where you stood, much to Astarion's displeasure. You were somewhat angry now, much of your hesitancy gone, allowing the words to slip out without much thought. "Speak honestly, am I so easy to brush off to you? That you would rather hand me off to one of your servants than treat me as your own?"

"Don't be stupid, my pet," His voice lowered dangerously, like a warning that you should tread carefully. His words sounded poisonous, laced with false sweetness. "You should be more grateful for what I've given you. We are so close to taking this city for our own, and yet you stand here to demand more of me? Tell me, then, what more can I give you? What more shall you demand until you are satisfied?"

You didn't respond, knowing it would further waste your time. You inhaled sharply, keeping your head held high. Red eyes watching your every move, narrowed and irate. You were dealing with a predator instead of your dear partner.

There was something about submission that seemed to give him purpose, as though he sought to exhort it in everyone he ever met. A part of you knew it would be easily to simply surrender yourself to him, but you would not bend so easily to him. If you could deny yourself your inheritance, reject the very blood that conceived you, you could just as well resist a vampire ascendent's temptation.

Denying Bhaal, denying your Urge, killing Orin, all of it allowed you to begin a new life, free from any sort of expectation. A life you had once hoped could have been shared with the one you chose to love. However, you would not allow yourself to repeat the cycle of control. If your lover sought to dominate you rather than play an equal part in your life, then you would simply continue it without him.

His eyes wondered for a moment, reading your face before again scrutinizing your figure. Finally, he sighed, lips twisting into a knowing grin.

"Darling, you taunt me so cruelly," His attention turned away from you to his desk. Various papers and documents were scattered in a messy, yet organized manner. Trade deals, guilds contracts, events within the city. He was networking, garnering trust amongst the most influential parties, securing his seat amongst them. There were very few times he actually allowed you to look through the various annals, though that did not stop you from allowing yourself access every now and again. Manners were kept to a degree, if nothing more than to respect his privacy, but his need to keep his ordeals a secret made you question his intent.

"You might find this particular arrangement interesting," Astarion sifted through the stacks of sheets, leafing through them looking for something specific. He hummed as he found what he was looking for, raising a singular slip of paper, holding it out to you, though demanding that you approach to take it. You obliged, approaching him quietly to take it from his hand. You gave him a cautious look before grasping the paper. Confusion washed through you as you read the scrawled words.

"What is this?" Various names of well-known patrons were written on the page, along with every asset they owned. Brothels, bank vaults, ship ports, temples, every shop and trade that they sponsored; all neatly arranged and documented, with the value of each labeled. You looked up at him for an explanation, but he looked expectantly, waiting for you to continue reading. One particular location stood out to you above everything else: the House of Grief. The Sharran temple had remained barren since it was decimated by your companions.

"This, little gem, is the final motion," He gently took the paper from your hands before you were allowed to look at it any further. His hand lifted to play with your hair, seemingly engrossed in its silkiness. "I've been tracking the ventures of our dear friends in the upper city. Every coin they bleed from this city, every person they commission, every inch of property they've acquired. I can place each and every name by its worth into a single number."

He positioned himself behind you, pulling your waist against his, and wrapping his arms around your torso in a tight embrace. Proximity to him felt alien compared to anyone else. He was never warm, physically. Sometimes it felt like being pressed against a stone wall.

"I told you we were close…" He brought a hand up to caress your neck so delicately. "Tell me, my dear, who do you think has the most influence over this city?"

"Whoever controls the most resources," A ripple of goosebumps erupted from his frigid touch as you spoke quietly. "And whoever has the most connections."

"Good girl," He leaned down to kiss your neck lightly. He pulled away after a singular peck, placed knowingly against a spot he once loved to suckle. His voice was low. "You've always been a clever little soul."

He released you then, suddenly, as though nothing had happened to begin with. It left you frazzled, nervous. He was teasing you, it was more than obvious, but it was working all the same. How bitter it felt to still crave the touch from something that left you feeling scorned. As though his fingers bled into you like daggers, and you wished for it all the same.

"Not far from now, I shall invite each name on this list to celebrate a newfound partnership, or sorts," He held up the paper once more, an uncouth look in his eyes. More hungry and eager than you had seen in a long while. "I will gift them what every slimy little pig with coin dreams of, and we shall reap upon their fortunes together, my love."

"You're going to turn them?" The response to his plan sounded more condemning than you intended, but it didn't match the confoundment you felt. "You're going to turn the most egomaniacal, power-hungry people in this city into spawn? Are you mad?"

"Oh come now, this is quite tactful," He laid out more documents, revealing contract after contract that would essentially give him dictatorship over each and every resource within the city. From agriculture, black markets, commerce of industrial goods, even to the guilds. All of it would be under his control. He wasn't just going to stop there, you realized. Guilds had little influence aside from corruption and intimidation. It would take him years to make enough spawn if he wanted to overthrow the any sort of established order. But if he hired Nine-Fingers to provide him arms, then he wouldn't have to wait at all. "You couldn't possibly have expected me to enter this game fairly, did you? Did you want me to wait another hundred years so I could slowly do what I can do now in a single night?"

"What about the Flaming Fist?" You asked earnestly. "You can't seriously expect Duke Ravengard to give you sovereignty?"

"You have far more faith in the stability of the Duke and his infantry. He is simply another wrinkle that needs ironing out if this is to go smoothly," Astarion seemed indifferent to it all, musing to himself as though he were excited to see its downfall. "The Duke has been replaced before, I'm sure you remember it well. You helped in it after all, even if you can't remember."

Your nose wrinkled at his remark. He should know better than to bring up that time, as though your past actions didn't haunt you any less then than they did now.

"I do not plan to fail where Gortash did, however. He had the support of the public, but nothing with structure. I, on the other hand, will have every significant figure at my disposal," He discarded everything back onto the table, leaning over it calmly. "I think it will all be rather easy, in the end."

"You're going to overthrow the entire system? The Duke?"

"Well, I would like to try and persuade him first," He mused, relishing at the thought. "But, I suppose that's a simpler way of phrasing it."

"You're not being serious," You looked at him with wide eyes, almost wanting to laugh at the mere idea. "Do you understand how much dissension that would cause? You intend to unseat not only the Duke of the city, but Wyll's father? What is he meant to do?"

"Dear Wyll has poor taste in companions. He always has, I'm afraid," Astarion examined his nails, cleaning what little dirt may be beneath them. "His own folly will not stop me from claiming what is owed. In fact, I just had a thought-- he would make for a most delicious steward, don't you think-"

You were quick to descend your rage upon him, raising your hand to lay a singular unbending strike across his virtuous face. Your head shook with fury, nose scrunched further in disgust. His head twisted upon the impact, surprise riddled all over his gorgeous face.

"He was your friend. They all were, how can you talk about any of them like that?" You hissed, craning your neck up at him. When his head finally returned to meet yours, a furious hatred gleamed within his eyes, hotter than the hells. His teeth glistened upon the grimace that twisted his features. You sighed, finding that your distress was not waning. "I don't know what I expected from you when you promised me the city. I was too naïve to take you that seriously, too blinded to see what would happen to you in that pursuit."

"I don't need to take take this from the likes of you," He stood straight, gaining advantage over you in height alone, and towering over you. His shadow obscured every inch of your figure, and in his shade, you were consumed. However, you ignored him, continuing to prattle your convictions like a saint.

"We've both changed so much since we came back to this city," You started, shaking your head, looking at him indignantly. You should have known better, it would have been much easier to have just left without a word. To have never started a scene, but you wanted closure. You wanted to ensure there was no chance that you would willingly return to the man before you. "You're cold, distant. You regard me with the same affection your spawn. You promise me everything except yourself. I hardly recognize you anymore. Not since Cazador--"

"Do not speak that creature's name." When he moved, you did not know, but it was quick and silent. One hand immediately latched onto your jaw, bruisingly tight, the other around your horn, much like a handle, holding your head in place. You tried to pull away instinctually, but his fingers curled around one of your horns, painfully straining your neck and pulling you back into place. The duress in his words sent goosebumps along your spine, and your voice caught in your throat. "That worthless memory should die like everything else that's in the past. You know better than that to test me, my heart."

"What is this even worth to you now?" Your voice was hushed, but angry. You held firm onto your resolve, if only dwarfed by his unnatural strength. "You said this wouldn't change you. It wouldn't change anything between us. You made a promise."

"I promised to give you everything, and nothing less. And just as I'm close to manifesting that, you have doubts?" Astarion's pull on your horns tightened, and he ignored the cry you produced in response. "You're fate is mine to decide. You made your choices, rejected your heritage, left all of it behind. What else do you have left but me?"

You lashed at him with your nails, trying to free yourself from his grip like a cornered animal. He ignored your cries of anger, only tightening his grip the more you struggled.

"No one cares about you like I do, love." Your whimpers melded into shallow sobs as his words bit into your heart. There were many emotions melding into your whole being. Hatred, fear, and in some sick masochistic manner, the love that still lingered. He hushed you quietly, pulling you into his arms once you stopped resisting his hold. His hand cradled your head as you clung onto his sleeves desperately. "You're lucky I chose you to be my consort. Who else would put up with your antics?"

In a moment of clarity, your sobs ceased, and you gazed up at him, finding his eyes to be all too passive.

"I think it would have been better to have killed you than to witness what you have evolved into," His hold stiffened, put off by the detached tone in your voice. "And yet I cannot let go, and your hubris is my undoing. Why do you think I put up with this torment?"

Your lips trembled, emotions finally catching up to your words as all of it welled up in your eyes. Your tongue clicked as a hurt gasp escaped your lungs, knowing this was the end of it all.

"I can't believe how stupid I was, thinking you would do anything but lie your way through everything," You shoved him away, gathering yourself once more, looking upon the disconcerted vampire with a passive sort of anguish. As though once again visiting the grave of someone once important. "This is nothing more than a sick perversion. I won't allow myself to be subjugated by you any longer."

You turned, leaving him in silence, keeping your resolve until you were far enough to be away from his eyes. They burned into you like hot coals with each step as you exited the study. Though you did not glance back. You would not give him the pleasure of seeing you cry again. However, you did not stop the tears from falling once you were safely distant from his presence. Disappointment mingled with the torture of it all. A small, pathetic little part of you still hoped that he would chase after you, apologize, and promise to make it all better. But no footsteps followed you down the halls. Nothing gripped you by the shoulders to turn you around as you made it all the way into the palace's kitchen. Where Moira stood solemnly, bag laid by her feet, quarterstaff in one hand, and cloak in the other.

You paused for a moment to look at her, thinking of all the lonely moments she had replaced with her company. She was not a friend, but something else. If nothing more, she was a reminder that you deserved more than what you were given, and for that you were grateful. You would have liked to thank her properly one day, but you doubted that you would ever see her again. She did not regard you with words, rather, she simply bowed her head as you wrapped yourself in the warmth of the cloak, knowing the truth as much as you. Instead, a moment of communal silence was shared, of respect for one another.

You stooped down to grasp the handles of the bag, hoisting it onto your shoulders, and exiting the palace through the servant's entrance. This forsaken place was behind you as soon as the air hit your face, now nothing more than a bad memory in hindsight.

Letting out a sniffle, you made your way into the dark streets of the city.

Now, your only concern was finding a warm place to sleep.

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Ch 5: I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go.

Astarion has ascended, and she has stayed with him. Life in the Crimson Palace isn’t as idyllic as it seems. Is there a chance for their relationship to go back to how it was? Or is it too late for the Ascendant and his consort?

This series is about Ban, my Tav, and the Vampire Ascendant. Will be angst and smut, with sprinkles of fluff.

This fic is a softer take on Ascendant!Astarion and of the changes he undergoes after the rite. Can Ban handle the change, and if a chance came, would she choose to run? And can the Ascendant win her back in time? Inspired by the concept of vampire wives and that IGN interview with Larian that discussed the ascension.

Professionally edited by @editing-by-night

A small complication and a moment of weakness after a month and a half apart brings Astarion back into her orbit. She considers forgiveness; he will do what it takes to win her back.

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He’d promised it would be the last she’d see of him. So far, he'd held up to that promise rather well.

Astarion considered this thought with a humorless laugh, then threw his crystal goblet, watching it shatter on the wall. The servant polishing his boot flinched imperceptibly, used to these outbursts of rage and self-pity.

The past month had been spent burying himself in work, in drink, and in the company of people who meant nothing to him. He’d tried his best to move on, throwing himself into organizing party after party, scheme after scheme. It was harder without his right hand, without her helping behind the scenes, but his mind managed.

His heart however, did not. The days passed in a blur. He would at times find himself in a meeting, patriars asking him about some inane issue, and he’d realize he couldn’t even remember what the damn meeting was about. He’d suddenly snap back to the present, sitting on his throne, with some beautiful stranger riding his cock, realizing he was watching it happen as if from a distance, with a detached indifference he remembered all too well from the centuries before Ban. The wave of loathing and shame would follow quickly thereafter, and the illusion would be broken; he wouldn’t be able to bring Ban to mind anymore. He’d shove whoever it was off his lap at that point, sending them to the chamberlain for their payment and whatever else they might need. He’d then fuck his own fist, eyes squeezed shut, begging for his mind to sink back into memories so he could see her, if only for a moment. He’d come eventually, a cold, empty sensation of releasing into thin air - more temporary relief than any sort of bliss. He ached for the peace he’d felt when he could come in her, when his mind was cradled in the comfort of her presence and his cock held deep within her core. When she’d been here he’d never wanted to come anywhere else than in her or on her, to give her his seed as she deserved. It was when he’d felt closest to her these past months, the closest he could get to her heart, the closest he could find to contentment, and now it was gone.

The parties, the meetings, the decadence, the sex. None of it mattered without her.

The nights were the worst of all - that was when he was the least on guard. Before, Ban had held him through the night when he’d needed it, as rarely as it had happened. He had by and large refused to ask for it, but somehow she’d known anyway, wrapping her strong arms around his chest each time. Nowadays the bed was too large, too cold, and he still curled up on his side, imagining her there. These were the moments when he allowed himself to shed tears, let himself pour his anguish out onto the sheets and into the empty room. He begged the ghost of her, whispered pleas of please, come back, and I’m sorry repeated again and again.

Had he the courage to say these things to her face, things might have been better. But the Ascendant’s pride always won out in the light of day.

Godsdamned Ban, he thought, looking down at his half-polished boot. Already gone from his life, yet he was still working his hardest to keep her safe.

Word had spread amongst the Waterdeep covens that a vampire who could walk in the sun had been seen alongside Gale. The bride, no less, of the vampiric world’s newest member - the Vampire Ascendant. No one had yet reached out to Astarion, the other vampires seemingly weighing their options. They didn’t exactly know what to expect of the Ascendant - of his powers nor his predilections. All they knew was that Cazador Szarr’s palace had been usurped by his upstart spawn, with the help of the hero who he’d taken as his consort. But word had gotten back to him of their interest in his daywalking beloved, and the idea of them keeping tabs on her made him want to claw each and every one of their throats out.

The crown jewel of his collection. His most prized treasure. Just… out there, for anyone to hurt. To take. His skin crawled at the thought. He must have her back - not only for his sake, but hers.

“Out,” he ground out, and the room cleared, one servant quickly picking up the broken pieces of glass on his way to the door.

He knew Gale had formidable skill, perhaps enough to protect Ban - if he was prepared. But he wouldn’t expect the other covens. Gale’s wards presumably only worked against the Ascendant and his frankly unhelpful summons.

He sat silently on his throne for quite some time, hands wrapped around the carved armrests, considering his next move.

The next week, flowers started to appear outside Gale’s tower, carts and carts of them that befuddled the people of Waterdeep. They were filled with vibrant red roses, snow-white tulips, purple asters, and every other flower imaginable. Clothes, rings, and other items were also sent over, always with notes written in an elegant hand.

I think of you and wish you well. - A. A.

This was your favorite dress. I figured you might want to have it. - A. A.

Ban kept the letters, tucked them into a small box. She appreciated the gestures and the gifts, and in her heart there was a certain joy in knowing he was thinking of her, even if she refused to respond. She’d yet to decide what to do about anything - even the most pertinent topic of when she’d be moving out of Gale’s tower was a question without a definite answer. The wizard had told her to take as much time as she needed, and she had begun to ask herself if she could learn to love him. But then Astarion’s gifts had started to arrive.

Tonight she sat with Gale, a goblet in hand, drinking wine from his cellar’s stock mixed with some animal blood. It was a far cry from her usual fare of blood sourced from highly compensated donors amongst the staff, but it sufficed. The wizard sat with her, his own goblet almost empty. They looked like the picture of domesticity, except for the fact that Ban was bracing herself to tell Gale of her meager plans for the future.

“Thank you for your hospitality, but I think it’s finally time for me to find my own path,” she said, a line she had practiced a few times.

Gale bit his lip. He had known this was coming, of course. He downed the rest of his wine nervously, then fingered the filigree around the goblet’s neck.

“You can stay as long as you need, Ban. You know that,” he began; unable to hide the crestfallen expression on his face. He had been trying to win her over this entire time, and all Astarion had to do to derail everything was send trinkets with meaningless notes.

“I know. I just don’t want to overstay my welcome,” she answered. “And no. I’m not going back to him. I plan on going back to Baldur’s Gate and getting myself a place to stay.”

He nodded, watching her intently. Should I even say anything? He considered his options and the risks, but the wine told him to say damn the risks and try anyway. Gale moved to Ban; he didn’t think, forcing his brain to take a back seat for once. He cupped her cheek and before either of them were able to rethink it, his lips covered hers, asking permission to taste her mouth.

She realized she was more than a little drunk - an experience she’d thought lost to her when she’d turned - and Gale’s sloppy kiss wasn’t unwelcome. They hadn’t done anything physical since they’d kissed the last time, but they had developed a habit of holding each other’s hands when they were out and about.

For safety, Gale had said, a shy smile playing at his lips when he’d done it the first time in the markets of Waterdeep. She had taken it in stride, and squeezed his hand back, grateful for the kind gesture.

Ban parted her lips, allowing Gale access. He dove in hungrily while his hand took her goblet, placing it on the table before they spilled wine on the carpets. She stood, her arms wrapping around his neck, kissing him with just as much eagerness as he was showing.

“I would ask for more,” he whispered as the kiss broke. “I… I suppose I am asking. Before you go, at least.”

The wise response would be to refuse. But Ban had gone far too long without sex or any sort of release, and so she merely nodded. There was much appeal in not thinking for a little while, in not being responsible for one night.

She let Gale lead her to the bed and she laid down, watching as he slowly clambered up and over her. Her hands rested on his chest, feeling his heart pound as he nervously began to slip a hand from her cheek to her neck, then even lower to very delicately cup her breast. His hips bucked, his erection pressing against her through their clothes, making them both groan.

Gale leaned forward to mouth at the hollow of her throat, her eyes falling closed at the sensation. When he pressed his hand against her mound, she ground against his palm, biting her lip. But her mind provided a totally different image: white curls and crimson eyes, fangs nipping at her neck, words sweet and dangerous like poisoned honey. Gale found her clit and rubbed at it through her clothes; she almost moaned Astarion’s name.

She couldn’t do this to Gale.

She placed her hands on his shoulders with a gentle pressure that told him to stop. Gale immediately took a deep breath and sat back up. He met her gaze, but there was no anger or accusation there, merely a sadness that told her he wasn't surprised.

“It’s him, isn’t it?”

She couldn’t do more than nod. It was always him.

Gale swallowed the lump in his throat. “I apologize. I should have known better. You’re not- of course you’re not-"

“No. I’m not. It’s… I don’t know if I’ll ever be,” she whispered, “And that isn’t fair to you. Or to anyone else I’ll ever consider being romantically involved with.”

Gale retreated to sit at the foot of the bed. “If you really wish to go back to Baldur’s Gate, Ban, I’m sure you’ll be alright. Just don’t… don’t go back to him. Don’t let the wards down. Not if he’s bound to treat you that way again.”

Ban sat beside him, squeezing his hand. “I won’t. I’ll leave in a tenday, I suppose. Get my plans in order. See Waterdeep a little more before then.”

“Will you visit again sometime?” Gale asked. His tone was light, masking his pain and apprehension; as much as it was a bitter consolation, he would like to see her again, even as only a friend.

“Of course, Gale. You’re still my best friend. You always were,” she reminded him, then leaned in to give him a hug.

When Gale finally left her room, Ban laid on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Gale's touch had left her wanting, and although she had been avoiding touching herself to avoid thinking of Astarion, she was a little drunk, and aching.

She closed her eyes, allowing herself to indulge. She imagined him there, smiling down at her. Her Astarion, hand snaking up her thigh and between her legs, as her own hand mirrored the motion.

“Oh, gods. Astarion,” she breathed the moment her fingers pressed against herself through her trousers. I miss you.

The world spun, and all of a sudden she was in their bedroom. She saw herself on their bed, her legs splayed out in front of her. Her breathing was sharp and ragged, her hips desperately bucking up against her fist.

Her- no. His. His legs, splayed out. His breathing, ragged. His hips, furiously pumping and chasing his release.

His hand - their hand, as Ban saw through his eyes - stopped stroking his cock as he realized they were in each other’s heads.

You caught me at a bad time, pet.

And yet he made no effort to hide what he was doing. He could feel her begrudging arousal just as she could feel his; his was a raging, ravenous hunger blended with painful longing. He opened his hand; they could both see the thread of precum trailing from his tip to his palm, his cock, hard and flushed, throbbing insistently at her sudden presence.

He searched her thoughts for a moment, sensing her shock at seeing him taking care of himself. What? You’re not around. I have to make do, as undignified as this is. Wait. Don’t tell me-

No, Astarion. I haven’t done anything. Well, except Gale. But she wasn’t quite ready for him to know that yet.

Astarion couldn’t help but laugh. The taste of her arousal mixing with his was intoxicating, and his hand closed around himself again. He stroked his cock slowly, languidly, his hips rolling with each pass of his hand. As glorious as this was, the Ascendant couldn’t help but try to punish her for her absence.

Don’t hold back on my account, little love. I don’t. He flicked through memories of the various conquests he’d had since she’d left. He expected - hoped - to feel a wave of jealousy from her.

But what he didn’t realize was that she could see the emptiness in each memory. Always on the throne, and always with him not touching them, his gaze far away. Completely devoid of intimacy or even interest. He didn’t realize that he was an open book, so easily read; one merely had to pay attention.

Ban smirked to herself and decided to play his game, giving him a quick look at what had almost happened between her and Gale.

She instantly felt his raw, unbridled jealousy wash over her like the crest of a gigantic wave. The next, more subtle feeling, was one of deep loathing - for himself, she realized. Astarion didn’t speak for a moment, his hand stilling briefly as he regained his composure.

So that was a lie - not that it matters. His voice was smooth and level in her head, as if he was just discussing the weather. His hand resumed its steady rhythm.

It's the truth. That’s as far as we got.

She felt relief seep into him and saw his hand speed up in response.

Poor, poor Gale. He was never a match for me, was he, pet? That gave his ego a boost, and he moaned softly, just for her to hear. He kept his eyes locked onto his cock, letting her see and feel every stroke.

“Do you see what you’re doing to me?” He spoke into the empty room, using his voice this time. He could see her too, see her tugging her trousers down enough to touch herself. He wanted to tell her she could have this, have all of him, if she would just come home. But he held that thought back.

I do, she whispered into his mind.

Their thoughts mingled together in a blend of lust and longing that was almost suffocating in its intensity. Astarion’s mind was a whirlwind of heartache and yearning, and he greedily took in everything he saw through Ban’s eyes. His hips stuttered, slowly losing their rhythm as he approached his climax.

I need you. I want you. I ache for you.

Deeper in his mind, where he refused to dwell except in the darkest of moments, he whispered something else.

I love you. I’m sorry. Come back. Please. I’ll do anything.

These words did not reach her. These he kept tightly under lock and key.

Ban’s fingers gently rubbed her clit. The sight of his cock made her feel wonderfully wet, but also painfully empty. She helplessly slipped two fingers inside, groaning at the sensation. She remained silent, letting Astarion do the talking, but he could feel her approaching the edge, matching his pace.

“Can you imagine what we would be doing, pet, if you were here?” His hand moved faster, hips lifting off of the bed as he fucked himself relentlessly. He swiped at the tip with every pass, cock throbbing with every stroke, desperately wanting more than his own hand, wanting her heat and her tightness and that feeling of burying himself deep within her - wanting her. He’d had to make do with others and with his own hand for so long. Having her here in some way was exquisite.

He could feel her walls through her fingers, and it was all too easy to imagine that it was his cock inside her. The shared fantasy made her gasp; she focused on the velvet feel of his length, felt every throb and the sheer aching hardness of him as his hand moved ever faster.

They moved as one, the rhythm of their hands and hips matching one another. Despite being miles apart, this somehow felt more intimate than any other time they’d made love. His hand was hers, and her thoughts were his. They felt singular, and both felt their orgasms rip through both of their bodies, the white-hot explosion of pleasure from each feeding and intensifying the other’s.

Astarion groaned her name as he came, forcing his eyes to stay open so Ban could see him spilling onto his hand and the muscled plane of his abdomen. It was still the hollow feeling of coming into nothing, but her presence and seeing her come against her hand made it far more satisfying than anything he’d had in months.

He shuddered as he came down from the high. “All this should have been in you,” he said, holding his hand up for her to see. “Only you deserve this. No one else can have it.”

She watched his hand hungrily, but regret was starting to set in. She’d been too drunk, too aroused to end the connection before they’d gone too far. This would only complicate their - well - whatever it was they were.

“We shouldn’t have done this.” It was the first time she’d actually spoken aloud since they’d joined minds, not trusting her voice not to crack.

And yet here we are. Astarion was quiet for a moment, considering how much to tell her. He was sure he could get the covens to back down if he talked to the most influential one, but what if they went after her regardless? He was too far away to help. And if his pride got in the way of her safety, he'd never forgive himself. My treasure. Do one thing for me - always try to be somewhere safe by nightfall. Promise me.

He sensed confusion in Ban and provided answers before she had to ask. The local covens in Waterdeep aren’t happy about your presence.

Ban rolled her eyes at this, immediately assuming this to either be a lie, or a tactic to get her to run to him for safety.

“Let me guess,” she scoffed, her voice tinged with anger. “You let it slip that your bride is here, and that you’d like to visit Waterdeep more often because of me - or that you’ll even consider expanding your influence here to protect me. Am I wrong?”

Astarion sighed. He moved off the bed to head to their - no, just his now, he reminded himself sadly - bathroom.

No. He made sure to say this mentally, allowing his emotions to bleed through the connection so that it brooked no doubt. The covens talk. You’re a vampire walking around in the daylight. What else did you expect?

“Just be careful,” he added, as he prepared his bath.

She held back a curse. She didn’t want to let Astarion know that she planned on moving back to Baldur’s Gate, but not informing him could possibly endanger Gale. If the covens had seen her, they had seen who she’d been with; Gale was well known in Waterdeep.

“Let them know I’m moving back to Baldur’s Gate in a tenday. And before you say anything - I’m getting my own place.”

Astarion stilled, hand frozen on the tap he'd been about to turn. She’s moving back?

There was a palpable feeling of joy that passed from his mind to hers. Then he forced himself to calm, and the feeling receded like the tide.

“That’s… wonderful,” he said lamely. His hand resumed its task, and the water turned on.

“You’ll always be welcome here, Ban. Even as a guest. I…” he trailed off, realizing he was about to say that this was her house as much as it was his. But was it, really, when she had already chosen to close that chapter of her life? When she seemed to have come to regret the life they’d tried to make together?

“I would greatly appreciate seeing you again,” was what he finally ended up saying.

She tugged up her trousers, choosing her words carefully.

“We can still be civil, I suppose. If you behave. Maybe one day I’ll even pay you a visit.”

The Ascendant didn’t like that she had the upper hand, didn’t like how desperate he was for any scrap of her attention. But what could he do? He was painfully aware of how bereft he’d been without her. The Ascendant told himself he was just maneuvering the situation, allowing her to feel like he was willing to be vulnerable, giving her reasons to consider coming back, but even he had trouble believing it.

“Then I’ll endeavor to win your trust enough for you to want to do so.” He sank into the bathwater, a small sigh of relief escaping him as the water warmed him.

She was silent for a heartbeat. The distance between them made her feel safe, knowing he couldn’t reach her; not that he was likely to drag her back to the palace, but it had always remained a niggling fear in her mind. “I appreciate the gifts, by the way. But we both know that gifts are not what I want from you.”

He sighed again. “Then we should also both know that I cannot be what you wish to see in me. I’m not that cuddly, sweet spawn anymore. I can never be that again.”

She felt a small taste of his anguish as he said those words, the mental link providing her with a glimpse before he quickly shielded it away.

For that split second she’d seen his hatred for his past self, how insecure he was of that spawn. Because for all of that man’s weaknesses, he'd been brave enough to lay bare his heart to her. To allow himself to be seen and loved, and to be open to loving and being hurt as a result.

The Ascendant saw that, and longed to be that for her, but was terrified. Control was the name of his game, and the idea of giving that up, even to her, was almost unconscionable.

She pretended not to have seen it to save his dignity. She wasn’t really sure what to make of it just yet, anyway.

“I know.” Ban settled on that for now. She decided to give him a little bit of grace. “I don’t mind us talking, I suppose. You can always reach for me, and I’ll try to be there,” she offered.

There was an overpowering feeling of elation that reached her before it was abruptly silenced.

I shall keep that in mind, came his reply.

As she tugged up her blankets to sleep, a final thought was sent from the Ascendant as he bathed. It was a small rumination that he sent just before the mental link disappeared, and he shifted his attention onto dealing with the possible threat of the Waterdeep covens.

Sleep well. I’ll be here when you need me.

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Payback

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: teasing, dirty talk, face riding, throatfucking

Summary: You've had a crush on Dean ever since the boys save you from the werewolf, who happened to be your boyfriend at the time. Sam is like an older brother to you and well Dean is the best eye candy a girl can ask for. You'd never cross that line... would you?

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Sam stayed behind at Bobby's to do more research that he enjoyed and have some time off. It was a simple vampires nest, Dean and you could handle it.

What you weren't expecting was with Sam gone Dean amped up his flirting and teasing. Hand sitting too high on your thigh, leading you into a room by the small of your back, or the sexy winks he sends your way.

You're now back in your shared motel room. Dean was nice enough to let you shower first. You head was swimming in lust, you forgot to bring your clothes into the bathroom. Now you have to walk out in front of Dean in nothing but a towel and soaking wet.

Damn it.

Deep breath in to steady my nerves before opening the door. My eyes zero in on my bag, refusing to even look at Dean. God what he must think.

You barely hear the whispered 'fuck' that came from his direction. You turn to run back to the bathroom but stop dead in your tracks when you see him sitting up right and staring at you.

Your eyes are locked on his face as he scans your body up and down. Heat rises to your cheeks when those beautiful green eyes linger on your breasts.

Finding your voice finally, "Dean..."

It's barely above a whisper, but he hears you and drags his eyes up to your face. Licking his lips, he sends a soft smile your way, "you're fucking beautiful y/n."

Well fuck. What are you supposed to do with that. Biting your bottom lip, your thighs clench as a new wave of desire runs through your body.

Dean gets off the bed, making his way towards you. The close he steps the farther you back up. Within a couple steps your back hits the wall and he has you caged in between his strong arms.

"I'm trying sweetheart, but right now I want to lick every inch of you perfect, wet body."

Fuck. More slick runs down your thighs at his words. It's like a slip and slide down there.

Feeling brave, you let go of the tiny towel that barely covers your body. It slips down your frame, Dean's eyes following the path of new exposed skin. You wrap your arms around his neck and drag him down for a kiss.

Fireworks explode behind your eyes, feeling his lips on yours. You take over and back him up until you're both falling onto his bed.

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Rough carpet burns into your knees where you kneel in front of the oldest Winchester. He's strong hands are tangled in your y/h/c hair as he drives his cock deeper into your tight throat.

Drool and tears smear your face as he takes his pleasure from your mouth. Looking down at you with desire swimming in his irises, "you're gorgeous with my cock in your mouth y/n."

His thrusts speed up, get sloppy before you feel his cock twitch in your throat. Then your mouth is flooded with salty cum as he releases into your mouth.

Breathing heavy, you wipe your mouth clean and stand up. Dean takes you into a needy kiss, groaning when he tastes himself on your tongue.

Before you know what is happening, he has you on your back, thighs around his shoulders as he is thrusting his wet tongue into your waiting heat.

Dean made you incredibly horny. You think a little payback is needed. He needs to be just as desperate and horny as you are.

Wiggling away from his naughty mouth, you stand up. Confusion paints Dean's face as he slowly rises from his knees. You don't allow him to talk before you shovel him back onto the bed. His head bounces softly off the mattress, you're crawling up his body.

Dean starts to see what's happening as you place your knees on either side of his waiting face.

Dean sends you a sexy smirk before you lower your pussy onto his warm, wet mouth. You don't know it yet, but this is about to be you new favorite ride.

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Hi again! I was wondering if i could request some yandere angst with dwayne? maybe like they’ve been bestfriends awhile and he knows he’s her mate and she’s got a new boyfriend or something i don’t know where else to go with it but i’d love to see your take ( could also just be like yandere headcannons of all the boys if their mate had a bf it’s up to you) Love your writing!!!!

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She's Mine Pt. 1

Yandere!Dwayne x Fem!Reader

TW: Angst, Dark thoughts, Mentions of kidnapping and forced-turning

Throughout the entirety of Dwayne’s existence, he has always been perceived as being the most controlled in his emotions in comparison to his brothers. An undead creature that never allowed himself to slip away unless it was during feeding or defending their territory from other passing vampires. A being that seemed utterly composed, an immovable wall. It seemed as if there was almost nothing that could make Dwayne lose his composure.

Almost.

The disgust and utter loathing he was feeling within himself was agonizing, threatening to consume him the longer it inhabited his consciousness as he continued watching you mention a boyfriend you have recently begun seeing. The one you were spending time with during the days in which he wasn’t allowed to see you. Right now, his instinctive need to slaughter was itching his subconscious, begging for release and lay waste on those that deserved it and it certainly wasn’t you. You were his mate. His special person.

“I would really like you to meet him sometime!” You continued, oblivious to the intense heat of his gaze as you messed with the straw of your drink, leaning against the railing with him beside you. “He’s really sweet and charming, I’ve never met someone like that before.”

‘But you did, you met me.’ He thought to himself, eyes threatening to flash the more you spoke. He loved listening to you talk, more prone to enjoy sitting back and enjoying the sound of your voice as you talk about anything and everything. Now, he just wanted the topic of conversation to slip away and discuss something else.

“I told him about you, I think you should meet him, you know? Best friend approval and all.”

‘Like I would ever approve of you being with someone that isn’t me. You’re fucking wrong, you’re mine and I’m not about to share you.’

“Sure, that’s fine with me.” He replied instead, his demeanor appearing more passive than the ambiguous notions that plagued him inside his own mindset.

You smiled, moving from the topic of conversation towards something else, something you did earlier before meeting up with him at the boardwalk. Dwayne was more appreciative with that and outwardly reactive, replying to your questions and showing interest in conversing with you. However, his mind was still replaying your previous conversation…along with arrangements.

Firstly, he would need to finish off your love interest. That disgusting waste of a human life that thought he could claim what was not rightfully his. With your suggestion on meeting your boyfriend later tonight was practically your approval gift-wrapped for him to slaughter and maim this scum into an unrecognizable puddle of revolting blood. He didn’t mind though, he would do anything for you.

You didn’t know what he was, the dangerous predator that stalked the night. He wasn’t delusional, he was perfectly sane with understanding the fact that you could potentially fear him for what he was going to do and when he shows you who he truly is. That didn’t matter to him, the bond between you both was strong and would remain that way. He would never allow you to sever the bond. He would rather die than allow that to come to pass.

However, the chance that you would never accept him, even despite everything he could ever try to have you fall in love with him, he knows other ways of making it happen. Perhaps, taking you by force would be the best way. Even better, making you into a half-vampire. That way you would be fully dependent on him. Make you realize that you need him as much as he needs you. Which would allow you to feel the bond more significantly and assist in motivating and strengthening your feelings. Until he could be certain that you felt the same way, would he only allow you to become a full vampire like him. It certainly worked for David.

He didn’t register his name being called almost a dozen times before he finally brushed his thoughts away before looking towards you.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” He asked, giving you his full attention.

“Nothing! Just that he’s going to be on his way soon! We should head over to the beach and hang out!” You replied, a smile still on your face.

For once, Dwayne wished his eyes were like cameras, that way he could always remember that smile. The smile that he knows he won’t see for a while until you finally accept his feelings.

“The beach?” He pretended to give it a thought before nodding, “yeah, that’s fine. We should get going.”

“Okay!” You replied, following Dwayne to his bike and hopping on with him, wrapping your arms around his waist in the process. “You’ll love him.”

Dwayne almost wanted to laugh, the displeasure rolling off him in waves which you didn’t seem to notice. However, that displeasure turned into amusement as he realized the implication of meeting your boyfriend at the beach. It was a much better spot to tear him to pieces. It was like a sign how easy you were making this for him. If he didn’t know any better, he would have believed you already fell for him.

In time though.

The sound of the motorcycle drifting off into the night, laughing with your best friend would be the last thing you would remember in which you were your happiest. Not understanding the implications that your life would be changed figuratively and literally for the rest of your life.

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