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princealiyah · 11 months ago

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Missionary with the lights off

We're back in Act 1 again! I swear I'll start moving forward now that I'm playing the game again, after this.

Astarion x Tav, Astarion x F!Reader

18+, blood drinking, fluff to smut, porn with plot, PIV

Pst, don't let the title mislead you too much

Approx. 1,800 words

You woke up in Astarion's tent.

Last night had been… unusual. Something you said had soured the mood for anything sexual. Instead you stayed up talking late into the night. You hadn't even taken your clothes off.

You'd never spent the whole night together before, always opting to make your way back to your respective tents eventually, after your nocturnal activities, but then again you’d spent those previous nights opening your legs more so than your heart. Something had now shifted a little.

The last thing you remembered was drifting off with your face nuzzled into his neck as he draped an arm over you, having hugged him on a whim and finding yourself not wanting to let go. What you saw now was completely contrary to that memory, as you found yourself lying on your side, with Astarion's head pressed against your chest, right over your heart, both arms holding you close. He must have moved himself while you were asleep.

He looked perfectly at peace. It was actually adorable, seeing the prickly rogue like this.

You reached out to softly run your hand over his disarrayed curls, when he also stirred.

“Hello, darling,” you purred, copying his habitual greeting for you.

Astarion was startled, suddenly jolting up. He seemed momentarily disoriented, taking in you and his surroundings for a few moments before comprehension returned to his eyes.

“Are you alright..?” you asked. “I know it's first thing in the morning, but surely I don't look that disturbing.”

“Yes, sorry… I just… I can’t remember the last time I woke up next to someone,” he said finally.

“The night at the clearing..?” you offered.

“I didn’t sleep that night,” he admitted. “And now there's a woman in my tent and I don't know what to do. ...Ahah..! Refresh my memory, what is the protocol? Do I need to make you breakfast?” he joked.

“I’m sure Gale’s already working on that,” you grinned.

Astarion laid back down next to you, propped up on an elbow. He gave you an odd half-smile with a slight frown, his eyes narrowed. Not unkindly, but rather a bit… awkwardly. You wondered what he was thinking.

You ignored the odd look, and instead your eyes wandered up to survey his bedhead. No trace of pomade was left in his hair, instead some of it was standing on end, while other, longer strands started to fall over his eyes as he leaned on his hand, watching you.

“What is going on here..?” you laughed, reaching out to brush his hair out of his eyes. He leaned into your hand as you ran your fingers through his hair, shutting his eyes, his lips widening into a genuine smile. He reminded you of a cat that was enjoying a head scratch.

“I don't have the slightest idea, darling,” he drawled. “But I guess you have to die after all, now that you've seen it.”

“You are a horrible flirt, you know, and I don't mean that in a good way."

“It works on you, doesn't it?” he shrugged, grinning and leaning in for a kiss.

“Hmm, but returning to breakfast,” you said, breaking the kiss as his lips slowly made their way down to your neck. “What about you? Fancy a nibble?”

“If it's on offer…” Astarion purred, continuing his way down. He knew your body entirely too well at this point. His lips lingered on the exact spot that made your breath shudder, sending a wave of shivers all through you. “Where..?”

“Right there,” you breathed.

“Oh? You want me to leave my mark on you, right where everyone can see..?” he murmured, continuing to kiss your neck. You usually offered him your wrist.

“It’s not like they don’t already know what we’ve been doing, so sure, mark me...” you replied. “Mark me as yours,” you added in a hoarse whisper.

Once the words were out you wondered if it was too much, but Astarion clearly liked the idea. He liked it a lot, judging by the soft growl he let out, as he continued to trail his lips along your neck, searching for just the right spot. You knew he'd found it, you remembered where he's bitten you before, but instead of going in for a bite he toyed with you, leaving slow, deliberate licks, until you released a small moan, and only then sank his fangs in you, lightly grinding his hips into yours as he did.

Something about a vampire's bite made it quite unlike anything else. It started off as a sharp, icy chill, gradually spreading and melting into something that stung the way an itch strings right before you scratch it, multiplied tenfold. The only way to relieve that stinging sensation was to give into it, more and more. The area bitten remained tender and sensitive in the most erogenous way for a long time after the bite itself. The whole experience was inherently erotic, no matter where the bite was.

You understood why this was fetishised. You also understood how people happily allowed themselves to be bled dry.

Astarion continued to grind against you, slowly, his erection evident. This was nothing new and didn't necessarily mean anything - you’ve joked before that any blood he drank went straight to his dick before going anywhere else – which is why you usually did this privately, even when he drank from your wrist.

However, this time, you really didn't want it to just be casual. You didn't think he did either, the way he was breathing. One of your hands was caught in his hair at the back of his head, the other trailed down to his hips, squeezing, as he grinded into you harder, making you crave more.

And then it was over and you felt a profound sense of disappointment and loss, as Astarion gave your neck a few final licks and broke away from you, lifting his body from yours. The only contact that remained between you two was your eyes, as he gave you an unwavering look of barely contained lust.

The aching need between your legs had become unbearable.

One heartbeat... Two... Three...

Astarion’s lips crashed into yours.

Suddenly, without a single word, you found yourselves tearing at each other’s pants in an urgent rush to remove them.

Curse them, you thought. You would start sleeping in a nightgown, if you managed to find one. Or naked. Or steal Astarion’s shirt.

You thought you recognised some elvish curses as Astarion snarled, struggling to pull your pants off without lifting his body from you, biting your lip as you managed to twist and free one leg, the other pant leg left danging at your knee.

All the while, you’d been tearing at the lacing on Astarion’s pants, managing to undo it just enough to slide them low enough to release his pulsing cock.

You didn’t even bother with your shirts. You had a burning, ravenous hunger, and it had to be sated. Immediately.

You tugged on Astarion’s cock, impatiently guiding it towards your throbbing pussy. You had no time or eagerness or wish for any teasing or foreplay, only a carnal, animalistic need. You’d barely aligned Astarion’s dick with your entrance when he plunged himself into you, fully, with another swear through gritted teeth.

Finally, you felt complete.

There was no rhythm, decency or finesse to what followed, the only way you could describe it was mindless, feral rutting. You dug your fingers into his hips, trying to bring him closer, deeper, moaning as his tongue writhed against yours. He couldn’t be close enough - even had you melded into one you would still want more of him.

You spread your legs wide, angling your hips so his body hit your exposed clit with every thrust, and bucked into him, desperately. He changed his thrusts to a more rolling motion, rubbing into you.

“Yes... Like that...” you barely managed.

There was a commotion, a loud clanking, crashing sound and some yelling outside.

“Astarion!” you heard Wyll’s voice just outside the tent, shortly after.

"Fuck,” Astarion growled under his breath. “Three minutes!” he shouted.

Three minutes? Then again, you didn’t think you were going to last even another minute.

Astarion covered your mouth with his hand as his hips continued to relentlessly grind you into the floor of his tent. Your whimpers grew more drawn out until your body stilled before breaking into tremors emanating from your hips, as he continued to fuck you. You were holding on to his back for dear life, bringing your legs up to wrap tightly around his hips, moaning into his hand as you came.

Immediately, he changed his rolling thrusts to something frantic, grabbing your hand and bringing it over your head, and catching your knee at his elbow and bringing it up with his other arm. He buried his face in your neck, moaning, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, until he slammed his hips into you with a final groan, his cock twitching as he spilled inside you.

“Astarion! This is urgent!” you heard Wyll again.

“He’s coming!” you yelled, exasperated, before you realised what you’d said.

Your words were greeted with a momentary silence, then the sound of Karlach laughing somewhat off in the distance.

Astarion was also laughing into your neck, his shoulders shaking even as he delivered his final thrusts.

“That was-” he panted between laughter, “the sloppiest... most unimaginative... objectively worst sex I've ever had.”

“And subjectively..?” you asked, also starting to laugh as you came off the sudden high that had overtaken you.

“I wouldn’t mind waking up to something like that every day for the rest of my life,” he said, lifting his head and looking at you.

“That can be arranged,” you purred.

There was that little frown again, as he cocked an eyebrow at you.

“We could always die today,” you shrugged.

“Funny...” he said. “Anyway... Good luck with this giant mess I left between your legs. I better go see what is so godsdamn important.”

Bonus scene:

“What do you mean, I’m the only adult here that knows how to manage a needle and thread?! And how do you even rip a bag of holding..?!”

“Astarion, our fate is in your hands.”

“No, you can carry your own shit from here on. I’m fine with just my weapons and the clothes on my back.”

“We need you, Astarion!”

“At least get rid of all the junk, what do we need a dozen goblin scimitars for, they’re not even worth anything!”

“Save us, Astarion!”

“Rotten carrots, rusty tongs... Is that literally just a rock?”

“Save us, 239-year-old vampire that can sew!”

Sigh... Astarion observed the torn bag with a resigned look.

“...Would you mind mending Clive as well, while you’ve got the kit out..? He’s been through hell and back. And looks it.”

“Yes, Karlach, I’ll fix up your teddy bear too...”

First time reader and like what you just read? I have a whole series with these two, check it out.

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princealiyah · 1 year ago

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TH fics still exist 🥹 I love this @dvgramagra

I have a request :) tom kaulitz x female reader where she had a really bad day and he comes home from the studio and finds her crying, so they have really sweet comfort sex. Thank you<3

make you forget | tom kaulitz

warnings: degrading thoughts, panic attack

you sat down on your bed, lazily taking off your work clothes and putting on your pyjamas, a pair of shorts and a top. usually, this was your favourite part of the day after work.

coming home, taking a shower and changing before waiting for your boyfriend to come home. but today was different, you just wanted to go to sleep.

work had been terrible, your boss had been so hard on you and nothing you did seemed to get him satisfied. he praised your colleague and degraded you infront of her, embarrassing you even more.

you kept thinking about it as you did everything you liked, during the shower, the skincare, while you were making you and tom some food, that you ended up not even eating.

were you wasting your time doing this job? you loved it but it seemed like you weren’t appreciated enough and instead of making you feel good it made you suffer.

a loud sigh escaped from your lips as you brushed your hair infront of the mirror and before you knew, you had enough. you began to cry, placing one hand against your mouth to contain your sobs.

it was a cry of relief but also desperation, for every negative thoughts you had. you thought that you weren’t enough, that everything you did wasn’t worthy, that tom deserved better, someone just as famous as him maybe and not a simple girl who couldn’t get anything right.

your trembling body sat down on the bed, and you tried to calm yourself down but to no avail.

all of a sudden the door opened and a worried tom came in, “baby you’re here, i called you but you didn’t - hey, what’s wrong?”

he became even more worried at the sight of you having a literal panic attack. you were hyperventilating, looking at a point straight head, looking like you were about to faint.

“hey, hey y/n, don’t fucking play with me.” his voice was filled with fear as he rushed to the bed and took you in his arms, looking down at you with eyebrows furrowed.

your crying started again when your head touched his chest and he breathed out heavily, frustration taking over him. he didn’t want to see you sad, ever.

“shh, it’s okay, it’s okay…” he said with a soft tone, stroking your back gently, but you shook your head.

“no it’s not! it’s not okay, i-i am nothing but a failure! i don’t even know why you love me at this point because i’m worth nothing.” you started rambling never making eye contact with him but he cut you off before you could continue, taking your face in his hands.

“what the fuck are you talking about? stop saying these things and just talk to me. what happened?” he wanted to know why you were so upset and talking down on yourself when usually you were always a positive person.

“m-my boss hates me. he told me how i can’t do anything he asks me for and how simply i should just quit. i’m just wasting my time, i’m doing nothing good with my life.” tears kept streaming down your face and your head started to hurt from the crying.

you went back to hide against his chest, almost ashamed of what you had said. he hugged you tighter, kissing the top of your head.

“baby, you know that’s not true. your boss is a fucking asshole who thinks he’s better than everyone and you really should quit but not because you’re not capable, but because you deserve better. you don’t need all this stress in your life, you’re amazing, smart, creative, you could have anything you want, don’t fucking say that shit again, okay? i don’t wanna heart it.” you let him comfort you, his words meaning the most to you. tom was literally the rock in your life, your home, your safe place.

“t-tom?” you called him after some minutes of silence.

“mh?” he hummed as he kept cuddling you, inhaling your sweet vanilla scent.

“can we…” you didn’t know how to ask. it felt wrong in that moment, after all that sad stuff you said, but you just needed to feel him and comfort you in the way you guys loved the most. tom seemed to catch on what you wanted to say immediately.

“are you sure?” he was ready to give you what you wanted.

you nodded, “please…” your pleading was enough to turn him on, “but be gentle…”

you made him understand that you didn’t want that rough sex you guys always had, you needed just a sweet moment, to feel loved.

tom nodded and carefully placed you on the bed, getting on top of you. he began kissing every inch of your body, from your neck to your thighs.

“you’re perfect.” he would whisper a compliment every time his lips met your skin. he quickly removed everything you were wearing, doing that also with his clothes. only the clothing of your underwear were separating your bodies.

he quickly turned you on your side, placing himself behind you.

you didn’t know what he was doing but let him be, not wanting to think about anything, just enjoying his touch.

you felt him remove his member out of his boxers, before he moved your panties aside. he proceeded to insert himself inside you, wrapping his arms protectively around you.

you struggled to breathe at the feeling, closing your eyes with a low moan. tom started thrusting in you slowly but passionately, kissing your neck and shoulder.

“i love you.” he whispered, his hand going down between your thighs so he could play with your clit and give you even more pleasure.

he wanted to make you forget everything that happened that day, even if that meant fucking you all night. not that he would complain.

“i-i love you too.” you mumbled rolling your eyes back with a much louder moan when his fingers added to the mix of pleasure. he knew your body, he knew where to go and touch to make you go crazy.

“touch yourself.” he ordered with a shaky breath as your walls wrapped around him so well.

you bit down your lip, kinda unsure of doing that infront of him, but he grabbed your hand and took it down to your core. he held that still there as you started moving your fingers, his gaze burning on you.

“so fucking hot.” tom let out a rough grunt, he never saw you doing that and in that moment he decided that he should make you do that more.

the hand that was touching you before moved to your breast, squeezing it as he breathe down your neck heavily. his hips were pressed against your back, making you feel every inch of him.

suddenly you felt him twice inside you and that took you to clench around him, a desperate, filthy noise seemingly to a cry escaping your parted lips.

tears began to stream down your face, the release you much needed almost arriving, not only physical but emotional.

“it’s okay baby, i know.” tom whispered when he heard you, kissing the side of your forehead, “come with me., sweet girl.”

your arched your back as you came with a choked up whine, feeling him release inside you with a low growl, his liquid coming down your thighs.

you both were panting, just laying there as tom kept on spooning you. your eyes were closed, salty tears on your face. he wiped them away before kissing your cheek.

you smiled softly taking his hand in yours, wanting to be as close to him as you could.

“are you okay?” he asked, still inside you. he kinda didn’t want to pull out.

“yes, thank you tom, i love you.” you let him know how greatful you were, even just for his presence.

“i love you too baby, you don’t need to thank me. and don’t worry, i’ll deal with your boss personally tomorrow.” he stroked your thigh, before covering both of your bodies with the bedsheet. you didn’t say anything, too tired to even realize what he said.

you noticed how he was still inside you and pressed your lips together. “uhm, t-tom…”

he knew what were you about to say. “i wanna sleep like this.”

you blushed letting out a squeal when he brought you closer to his chest, making him chuckle.

“it’s gonna be a looong night.” he sang out, before sighing and closing his eyes, both of you falling asleep peacefully.

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