Because it wouldn’t leave me tf alone. They’re all bastards. König is in a grumpy mood.
König gazes at the grimy windows letting wintery light filter into his office, weak and watery rays barely touching his desk, baby blue orbs faintly unfocused. Ostensibly he’s in here doing paperwork, but the reality of it is somewhat different.
He’s never been any good at box ticking, infinitely preferring action above and beyond tedious reports. When he was a child, he frequently received raps on the knuckles from his teachers for day dreaming, watching little birds building nests in the trees around the school yard, or a squirrel collecting shining acorns to store away. It was always a shock, the sharp pain of a ruler slapped against his unclenched hands.
He was teased for being himself, so König hid that wistful quality away under layers of mercurial violence. Yet still, he finds nature superior in every conceivable sense. The silence of being alone with his thoughts is the only peace he’s ever really known, so much of his life devoted to conflict and maiming.
Often misunderstood, his height and breadth alone paint a ruthless portrait of a man spoiling for a fight. More times than he can count on two broad hands, König has ended up in bar brawls purely because he was the biggest in the room and someone wanted to test their metal.
Not that he doesn’t enjoy it, the squaring up, blood staining his teeth from a punch or two, the scent of iron drying on his skin when he leaves them pathetically unconscious. It has it’s place, as everything does. The rush he gets from inflicting pain on an unworthy foe is an addiction long since accepted as part of his personality. König still remembers the first time he felt bones cracking beneath his punch. Satisfying in the extreme, but not in the same way a clear autumn sky is. Cool air in his lungs and utter quietness is preferable.
Perhaps he should have led a simple life. Though trouble seems to find him at every opportunity, scenting him as a bloodhound would in even the most remote corners of the world . Also he’s very good at killing, it’s earned him respect, food on the table for his Oma and several concealed bank accounts stuffed with dirty money. She never has to suffer again through the winter, though he rarely visits home to see her these days.
Mainly because there is always infernal paperwork to do.
The rank of Colonel was hard won. Not through Jagdkommando, which honestly would have been a more noble way of making a living. But why should he serve countryman that never gifted him an ounce of charity. It was him stepping up to be the man of the house aged eight when his drunk of a father never returned home one day. His labour and toil that kept the heating on in the deadest of winters in his little mountain town. Frost inside of the window panes while others his age sung carols and ate soft sugary cookies. König grew up very fast, before his height caught up with his bulk. Supported the family to the detriment of study. No kindness for their threadbare family was offered by his school mates, while his mother sobbed ice laden tears of grief and couldn’t work.
Why she mourned his sire, König had no idea. Still doesn’t to this day, though his Oma told him affairs of the heart are difficult for others to understand. He wouldn’t know of that, fleeting girlfriends through the years he can barely recollect. None of his relationships ever lasted long, his stunted personality and anxiety snuffing out the kindling affections smouldering within their eyes. König never had time to socialise properly, stammered when he spoke to girls even as a young and vaguely attractive serviceman, with less scars and more enthusiasm for it all. Eventually it didn’t matter, work took priority and money can buy you company if you know the right people.
So that’s what he did. Bought company when it was needed. Shameful he admits, but he’s hardly the first. They were always paid well for their trouble, even the times crushing loneliness meant he just wanted to hold their hands and watch tv. Pretend for a minute he was normal, not some odd assortment of different personalities blended into one no one actually likes. Sharp edges jagged where he’s attempted to mould them through the years to fit in, until he gave up entirely and decided others would have to tolerate him instead of being more amenable.
Ruefully, he runs his hands over his buzzed hair, glancing at the stacks of forms neatly lined up on the edge of the table. He really should get to it, though there is nothing he would like to do more than sweep the entire lot into the bin. Heavily lidded orbs skim over the first couple of pages, an internal groan at the number of questions on it for him to contemplate. At times he regrets the superiority, wishing he was still just some contractor hired between battles to fill out the ranks. Unfortunately though, he’s never been inconspicuous enough for canon fodder, making a name for himself by virtue of sheer boldness and natural tactical finesse. At times he still can’t believe he’s reached these heights, it seems odd given the fact he never showed a single shred of physical prowess before he signed up at eighteen.
The name of König is rightly feared in the circles KorTac runs in. So it should be, much blood has been spilt to ensure that his reputation precedes him, standing taller than he does in the field. That doesn’t really lend itself to friendships however. König can only count four people who willingly spend time with him, three of which are paid to do so. He’s invited to poker nights, though he suspects that has more to do with the plentiful amounts of bank notes he brings, as opposed to the virtues of his company.
As a direct result, he doesn’t trust kindness in any form that takes. Smiles are weapons to be wielded against him, especially by pretty things, hidden meanings behind the curve of lips he doesn’t understand. Soft touches aren’t meant for men like König, not unless they come after a fat wad of cash. It was a lesson he learnt early, flirtatious looks always ceasing when he opened his mouth and they listened to him ramble. He can speak dozens of languages seamlessly, but the truth of communication remains a mystery to him, barked orders and shouts the only things he understands. It’s impossible to miss the layers and undertones within those.
While König is scrutinising the tiny font in the corner of one briefing note, irrationally annoyed by the fact the incorrect date has been written next to it, there’s a knock at the door.
Horangi pokes his head around it, a huge and smug grin plastered across his face. König blinks lazily in response, not in any frame of mind for another distraction.
“What?” He grunts, while Horangi stands there beaming, as if he’s won some sort of lottery and is about to inform König of the prize.
“Your new secretary is here…you lucky fucking fucker.”
König’s eyebrow rises, offset against his dower expression.
“I have told them one million times.” He snaps, clambering laboriously to his feet, aching from sitting still for an hour or more. “I do not need one.”
“Too late, she’s already on base. Be nice to her eh?! Break the habit of a lifetime Colonel.”
The reality is that König does need a secretary, badly. Drowning in administrative tasks leaves him sullen because he’s not able to get out in the thick of it, performing as he does best. The decision to hire someone was made over his head, leading to mutinous disdain clouding his office since. He sees it as failure, requiring help with his role. Even if typing does take him an age because keyboards aren’t meant for thick fingers like his.
In truth he didn’t expect a woman. Vaguely he wonders how long you’ll last in the pack of barely civilised men he calls colleagues. Most likely less than a week, they are all dogs like he is, starved of affection and happy to snap their jaws over a tasty meal. It would be gravely inconvenient for you to lose your head over it, more paper to sign. He huffs irritably at the thought of a telling off from his superiors, because Krueger has made a pass at you.
“I will be nice. Whatever that means.”
“Don’t shout at her. Or attempt to flirt. It is unnerving.” Behind Horangi’s departing back, König scowls.
“You have never seen me flirt.”
“I have, Moscow in 2013. It still haunts my nightmares.”
König grits his teeth. The memory of that still haunts him also. He drank too much, a surprising lightweight when it comes to vodka. The sweet and comely barmaid was in his lap for less than two minutes, during which he drunkenly hiccuped into her ear, before she scurried away. Krueger cuffed him shortly afterwards around the back of the head and took her home instead. A dismal display of his masculine prowess, but totally in character unfortunately.
“I will not flirt.” He responds mulishly. “Besides, they would be foolish to send anyone but an old battle-axe out here anyway.”
At that exact moment, they round a corner and you come into view, fully within earshot of his grumblings. His footsteps falter, coming to a sudden and rather abrupt stop, so he stumbles slightly trying not to crash into Horangi.
“Good morning Colonel, nice to meet you.” You hold out a hand politely, though your pretty eyes are glittering with a quiet mirth that makes his chest tighten. “I’m your new battle-axe - I mean secretary.”
you're on krampus' naughty list and it's time to collect the dept
cw: 18+, krampus au, monster!könig, kidnapping, spanking, cunnilingus, dub-con (maybe non-con but krampus!könig is a hottie so also not really)
'twas the night before st nicholas day, the streets were filled with warm lights illuminating the snow-covered little village you were staying in. it was so peaceful and quiet. large mountains erupted in the distance, the stars dancing in the night sky. your breath slowly eased out as you buried deeper into your bed, staring out at the landscape outside of the window, your eyelids growing heavy, and eventually you drifted off to sleep.
soft images of giant horned creatures drifted through your dreams, the warmth of torches, breathless screams and little giggles of children filling your ears. it was the first time you had ever experienced this strange folklore tradition. but the krampus parades in austria were one of your main goals of this trip, so you were buzzing with excitement when you had finally been able to experience one.
clearly this excitement ebbed over into your dream, because you could have sworn it felt a little too real, like the soft cedar smell washing over you, or the icy cold drifting over your exposed skin. and even -
suddenly your eyes shot open as your body was jostled about, your lifeless body slung over someone’s shoulder and moving back and forth with the rhythm of their steps.
your whole body tensed up, your eyes frantically looking around you, trying to gauge your surroundings. but your heart immediately dropped at the sight of nothing but snowy, dark landscapes around you, the lights of the village miles away. even worse, panic set in when you looked at the man... or creature? that had slung you over his shoulder. it was wrapped up in furs and when you bend your neck to look toward his head you could see two gigantic horns coming out of it. what the hell was going on? were you still dreaming? oh please, you must still be dreaming. because this looked an awful lot like the krampuses you saw at the march around town, only those were costumes.
panic squeezed your lungs, your heart beating faster and faster, with every step the beast underneath you took, it led you further into the dark, further and further away from the warm and cozy lights of the little village.
your brain worked in overtime trying to figure out how to get out of this situation and what the hell was even happening? was this supposed to be a joke to scare the tourists?
you started banging your first on the fur covered back of the giant horned creature. yet nothing but a deep grunt escaped him, the low sound wrapping itself around your cold form, slowly drifting over you and warming your core.
no. no. no. this was not happening.
even though your obsession with monster romances and all that good stuff was a thing you could not deny, it was absolutely fucking ridiculous to get turned on by some insane creature kidnapping you.
instead, or maybe especially to distract from those thoughts, your incessant beating on his back continued, your body squirming on the monster’s shoulder, and your strangled scream twisting through the frozen silence of the snow-covered mountains.
suddenly a hard slap landed on your naked thigh, just below your butt. you couldn’t help the choking scream that escaped your throat. and you definitely couldn’t help the slight tingling in your core from the warm sting that you could still feel on your skin.
at this point the blood was rushing in your ears, and you weren’t prepared when the large form of your kidnapper hoisted you down onto a soft surface in what you recognized as a scarcely lit cave.
the orange light of a crackling bonfire filled the cold cave with gentle warmth. and for the first time you were able to see the creature that abducted you. he was gigantic, larger than any man you had ever seen, his large horns slightly curled towards the back, his long, matted hair fell over his shoulders, his face was covered by a mask, or rather the massive skull of a goat, all you could see were his dark eyes staring back at you. his gigantic body was wrapped in furs, barely hiding the mass of muscles that were contained underneath them.
"w-what do you want from me?", you managed to press out. your voice wavering with nerves.
but instead of answering he just stared at you. his dark eyes bore holes through you, and an uneasy feeling ran through your body. but you couldn't lie, somehow, somewhere, a warmth spread through you, shamelessly spreading to your core and heating up the rest of your body. a light blush creeped over your skin at the feeling of his hard gaze on you.
when he started pulling off the furs covering his upper body you had a hard time to not gape at his sight. you were expecting this human like creature, with his big horns, to be muscular, but this? his pale skin stretched over bulks of inviting valleys and peaks. thick hair covered his body in all the right places, stretching over his chest and trickling into his waistband. your tongue carefully darted out to wet your lips. maybe you shouldn't have done that, because his eyes zeroed in on the movement. his dark gaze coming alive with heat.
"time for punishment, engel", his gruff voice shook you to your core.
he bent down over you, your scarcely clothed body pressing further into the furs beneath you.
"please.. don't."
your plea didn't even get a response, as he gripped your ankle with his gigantic hand and pulled you closer to him. your chest now barely inches from his naked one. his cedarwood scent washed over you, extending the blush on your skin to a deep crimson. you could feel the heat emitting off his body and now you couldn't deny the wetness gathering between your thighs anymore.
were you really this desperate? this touch-starved to accept this monster to take you?
his hands roamed over your flesh and made quick work of your skimpy little pyjama set, which ended up in shreds somewhere on the floor of the cave. the moment he took in your fully naked form was breathtaking, the hunger in his gaze dizzying.
"you're könig's little bad girl, aren't you? and bad girls need to be punished."
könig? was that his name, you wondered. but you barely had time to ponder about it, nor the rest of what he had said, before the creature slid off his pants and loomed above you in his wonderfully naked form. his cock eagerly swaying with his movements, the tip a violent shade of red, and the size - my god - the size of him made your mouth water and your legs tremble at the sight of him.
truly you were at a loss for words, even if you wanted to, you didn't know what to say or do to get out from underneath this gloriously naked monster, but you weren't really sure if you even wanted to.
without a second more to spare, könig lowered himself onto his knees, spreading your thighs apart and positioning himself in between them. his hands slowly ran over your hot skin, from your legs, slowly over your hips right to your breasts, which he roughly took into his large palms and gave a tight squeeze. a breathless moan escaped you in return, which made an evil twinkle flicker in the creature's eyes.
he pinched your nipples between his thick thumbs and index fingers, making you squirm beneath him. and cruelly enough he squeezed them so hard you gasped, a lone tear sliding down your cheek, as the fire in your core was threatening to consume you.
the look on his half-covered face could be nothing else than contentment, this fucker was enjoying punishing you, for whatever insane reason he thought you deserved it.
and punishing he did. one of his hands continued to twist and pull on your sensitive nipples, the other ripping off the skull that had covered face and for the first time you could take in your kidnapper fully. he was beautiful, so rough and scarred, but so incredibly beautiful that your heart missed a beat. his magnetic eyes were given even more expression by the heavy set of brows above them, his cheekbones and jawline so sharp and masculine, your mouth started to water.
you were getting so lost in him you barely realized when his wonderfully biteable lips started to drag open mouthed kisses down your stomach, along the inside of your thighs and finally oh so teasingly around your wet core. his intense eyes looked deep into yours, his face was just a breath away from your clitoris, his warm exhales teasing you and making you lose your mind.
"you're enjoying this, aren't you, kleiner engel? but this was supposed to be a punishment."
his deep voice felt like it revibrated through you, teasing your aching cunt. thankfully he didn't wait too long before his mouth wrapped around your clit, sucking hard on it and biting down. a desperately deep moan entangled with a gut-wrenching scream escaped your lips. you weren't sure if you'd survive the punishment, especially if this was just the beginning.
könig started to unabashedly lap up your juices, his tongue gliding from your entrance to your clit over and over again. his pace punishingly slow, until you could barely take it anymore, your desperate pleas and moans filling the silence of the cave around you. then he slowly dragged a thick finger around your entrance, collecting your wetness there and before you knew it, he was pumping his finger into you, curling inside you and starting an unrelentless pace.
you were desperate to hold onto something, your hands finding his thick horns, grabbing them like your life depended on it. and you were nearly too ashamed to admit, but holding him like this felt good, with his head between your legs, you started to move in unison with his rhythm, fucking yourself on his face and finger. and it seemed like he liked it, because you could see a mischievous grin on his features, his eyes sparkling as he looked at you. and you liked it too, so much so, that the heat in your belly felt like it consumed you whole, the tingling and sparks spreading out into every single little corner of your body. your toes curling, your body jerking away from his passionate assault, but his gruff hands held onto you roughly. there was nowhere to go. you closed your eyes, seeing stars behind them. you came with a violent shake of your body, a desperate moan escaping you, his name on your lips.
slowly but surely, you got pulled back to reality when a sudden hard smack on your inner thigh made your eyes fly open. your gaze immediately landing on the giant monster between your legs.
"i'm not done with you yet, engel." his smile spread his lips apart and showed off his teeth in such a grotesquely beautiful way. your juices were spread all over his chin and shining in the low lightning of the bonfire.
for a brief second a thought ran through your mind; would you ever escape this cave alive? would you even want to?
loser!könig would fall asleep with his face buried in your pussy. his breaths light and feathery as drool drips down from his lips, glistening from your juices, and mixing with your sticky arousal.
his massive paws that dug into the fat of your hips now loosen their bruising grip, limply laying on your skin. his grinding hips haltered their motions of humping against the couch cushions, now relaxed in the bliss of your pussy.
you're just so warm, schatz, how could you expect him to not be lulled to sleep by the drooling warmth of your cunt? you can't blame him, he's never eaten pussy before, he didn't know it'd be this blissful! your plush thighs acting as a pillow against his head, short chopped hair causing goosebumps to rise along your flesh.
his nose putting pressure on your clit, warm breaths inhaling your musky scent that kept him groaning and his hips twitching, even in unconsciousness.
your soft mewls that spewed from your lips were like a lullaby to him, further lulling him in a deep, peaceful rest. his tongue still lapped lazily at your slit, slurping and suckling up your sweet juices that dribbled down his chin, glistening under the dim lights.
he's a sleep talker too, mumbling words into your puffy folds as he nips at your clit, "mmm, smell so good, schatz...taste so sweet too, like honey..." his voice is rough with sleep, almost incoherent.
and he'd be out for the night, that is unless you pulled his face back from your soaked cunt, overstimulated and sensitive from the slow releases you drew out from you.
he'd groan, eyes fluttering open as he tugged you by your hips, stuffing his face and indulging once again into his pretty girl's cunt, mumbling about how you'll have to let him eat you out at every chance if this is what it's like every time. you'll let him because the big, awkward brute doesn't quite know how to handle rejection, probably how you ended up in this situation.
Omega recruit asking Alpha Colonel König to help with their heat.
Been on the team for a while now, a good soldier. Never had an issue with the suppressants before, but the Colonels scent is so addictive and the suppressants just don't work with him.
Alpha!König x Omega!Reader (Fem)
MDNI🔞
Master List
>cw: fem/afab, oral, p in v, knotty, love bite
1.5k word count
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As you sit on your bed with your head in your hands, you’re still consumed with the scent of Colonel König. You pull your shirt closer to your nose. His smell lingers from him, correcting your posture. No matter how much you try, you cannot seem to resist his scent, especially during heat. It doesn’t help that he’s a powerful Alpha that is still kind and treats Omegas with respect.
After a few moments of thinking, you stand quickly and march towards your room door. You walk through base with purpose, praying König is still in his office, tail wagging slightly from anxiety. Are you truly about to do this?
Before you even knock on his office door, König sniffs the air, already smelling your approach. Your smell is aromatic and addictive. Whenever you’re in heat, König has a strong desire to reach out and claim you as his own, taste your slick, and bite the sweet neck. Yet, he remains calm and neutral around you.
You knock on his door, your heart beating so loud you can hear it.
“Come in.” König’s Austrian accent carries through the door.
Slowly you turn the knob, entering his office. Your eyes fall on König’s pale blue, his tail wagging and ears relaxed. The door falls closed behind you as you walk forward. There is an anxious look on your face as you sit, looking at the floor.
“What brings you in, Schatz?” König leans back in his chair; his eyes drift up and down your body.
“I have to ask something of you.” You look up to meet his gaze.
König nods, waiting for you to continue. He’s having a hard time concentrating on the powerful smell of you in heat.
“I- this is embarrassing…”
“Don’t be embarrassed, go on.”
“I want to ask if you might… well…help with my heat.” Your ears lay down as you wait for his response. Your body is riddled with anxiety.
König takes a deep breath in; all he can smell is you. The sweet slick and your arousal. Your neck is unmarked. “You want me? Are you sure you could…handle me?” He smiles, showing off his sharp canines.
“Yes.”
König raises his eyebrows; he wasn’t expecting such a confident answer from you. His tail wags faster as he leans forward to look at you better. “Well then, let’s not waste any time.”
He stands from his desk and reaches his large hand out to you. You put your much smaller hand in his; surprised he accepted your request. König walks you from his office to the barrack, holding the door open for you to walk inside.
As you enter, your senses get overwhelmed. His musk is everywhere. You can feel a chill run down your spine as König places a hand on your lower back. He gently guides you to his bed, wasting no time. You sit, his hands caress your face, dropping to your body. He’s hungry, starving, for just a taste of that slick.
“May I undress you, Liebling?”
You nod without hesitation, helping him undress you. The more layers that were removed from your body, the stronger your smell becomes. A low growl escapes his lips as he gazes down at you in only your underwear. Your perfect breasts are visible for him to enjoy.
He moves in closer to smell you. His nose pressing into the nap of your neck. It takes everything in him to not mark you at this moment as his lips graze the sensitive skin. His kisses begin to move down your body, smelling the valley between your breasts as he moves down.
You gaze down at him, your excitement almost too much. Every soft kiss makes your body tingle. König gently pulls down your soft white panties to expose your soaking wet pussy to him. He puts his nose close to your pussy and takes a long deep breath, your scent pure with no filters. You smell like the sweetest treat. He’s never smelled anything like this before. You’re the one.
“You…you smell exquisite.” His voice came out with a deep huff.
After a moment of anticipation, he leans in and begins to devour that sweet little cunt. His long tongue lapping at every inch of your pussy. Your taste consumes him as he moves lower, pushing his tongue into your tight little hole.
You fall back on to his bed as he grabs your legs and pulls them over his shoulder. A loud moan escapes from your lips as he tongue swirls inside of your cunt. “König.”
His eyes flicker up to look at your body as you squirm. Your breasts jiggle as you move. “You’re beautiful, Liebling.” He whispers before going back to your cunt. His tongue flicks over your click rapidly as your body contorts from ecstasy. Right as you’re on the edge of an orgasm, König pulls away with a smirk.
“You can’t cum without me, Liebling.” König chuckles standing up, undressing himself with haste. His eyes are glued to your wet pretty pussy.
As his boxers drop to the ground your eyes go wide seeing how ginormous his cock is. You can’t wait to feel it stretch you, feeling his fat knot inside. König would see by the look in your eyes that you’re not intimidated by his size, instead you seem to desire him more.
“Are you ready for me?” He grasps his cock at the base and moves closer to you. You nod and gaze into his eyes. “Get on all fours.”
You quickly sit up and turn to get on all fours, your pussy tingling. König steps behind you and lines himself up with your entrance. His hand runs down your back, feeling the curve of your body.
König’s hands settle on your hips, pulling you to him as he pushes forward into you. A soft moan leaves your lips as you feel the tip of his fat cock press into you. Your hands grasp the bedsheets in front of you. A low growl slips from his lips as he watches your pussy stretch intently.
He pushes in more and your back begins to arch from the feeling of being torn in two. “Oh, fuck König.”
A cocky smile appears on his face as he listens to your reaction. You're perfect. The way you smell, taste, the way your pussy is just sucking him into it more. You have such a perfectly tight and warm pussy. It’s his now, you’re his.
His hips pull back and slam against you again, your walls flutter around him in response. There is no gentle love making, König’s been craving you for too long to take his time. Your slick is completely covering his cock now, spreading to his pubic hair as he continues to ram his cock into you.
You lose your strength and fall forward into the bed, ass still up in the air. Your body quivers from the blissful pleasure his cock gives you. One of his hands snakes up your back and pulls you back to him by your hair, wrapping his other hand around your neck to hold you.
“Is this what you needed? To get fucked?”
“Yes, König…yes.” You gasp in moans. His free hand snakes around to your bouncing breasts and squeezes them.
“Are you close again?” He knows the answer is yes as you slowly squeeze around his length.
“Y-yes…please…can I cum?” You beg so pathetically; how can König say no?
“Yes. Cum for me. Cum on my cock.” He buries his nose into the crook of your neck, craving the feeling of his teeth in your skin.
A strong sensation builds from your cunt and releases throughout your whole body making you almost go limp in his grasp. Loud moans escape your mouth, thanking König for letting you cum.
Such an obedient Omega.
The tightness of your pussy mixed with your scent overwhelming his senses was driving König over the edge. He pulls out and climbs on to the bed, sitting at the edge. His hands wrap around your body, lifting you to place you on his lap.
König’s cock slips right back into your pussy, your release making you wetter than before. His blue eyes gaze into yours as his hands wrap underneath your ass, bouncing you on his cock.
“Tell me you want to be mine.” His eyes lock onto yours mixed with so much emotion.
“I want to be yours König.” You moan out as he impales you on his cock.
“Forever?” He grunts.
“Yes, forever.”
König gazes into your eyes and slowly lowers you down more on to his cock, watching your face as he gently shoves his knot into you. Your jaw drops open and gasps, fingers digging into his chest.
“You’ve got this, you can take it.” His voice was so gentle, his eyebrows pinched together.
A wave of pain rushes through you until you’re finally seated all the way down on his cock. You let out gasping breaths as his cock throbs deeply inside of you, covering your fertile walls with his cum. He leans forward, tilting your head to the side slightly.
You let out a soft whimper as König digs his teeth deep into the crook of your neck. He bites down hard, breaking the skin and marking you as his. His and his alone. When he pulls his mouth away, he looks at the mark he’s left on your skin.
“Mine. Only mine. Okay?” His voice demanding showing he’s serious.
“Only yours.”
König moves back on the bed with you still attached to him, making the bed comfortable for the two of you to lay in for the next few hours while you’re stuck to him. His arms wrap around you, holding you to him tightly as he kisses you all over and whispers sweet nothings to you.
I’m sorry, you guys could never convince me that König isn’t #1 certified titty lover.
mdni (18+!)
He doesn’t care in the slightest how big or small they are, he’s just too busy undressing you with his eyes. If he hasn’t found out for himself, that is. He’s curious, what your bra size is (definitely not asking so he can buy one for you), how heavy each one of them are, how they’ll feel in his hands.. will they be perky and firm? Or maybe really squishy and soft..
All he really wants is to use his large, calloused hands to pull your shirt up just enough to knead at your soft flesh. Every single squeeze of your plush chest has his blood rushing straight to his veiny dick.. god, leibling, look at what you do to him. And of course he won’t stop rolling and flicking your nipples with his fingers until he finally hears you moaning into his touch, giving him a sign that it was making you feel good. He can’t help but feel special when you stroke his cheek and praise him for making you feel so good. Although by then, you could already feel König’s thick cock pressed up against your ass, begging for attention.
Something primal in his brain clicks when he has your breast in his mouth while he greedily nurses and sucks on you as if he’ll die without it. Can you blame him when you taste so damn good in his mouth? König wouldn’t tell you right away but when he’s swirling his tongue around your nipple and groaning into every suck, leaving you covered in his saliva, all he has on the brain is imagining what it’d be like if you were lactating, making your tits all swollen and puffy with milk which he would just take all for himself regardless. He wonders how sensitive and responsive you’d be under his touch, it almost makes him want to stuff you full of his potent cum and breed your sweet little pussy just to get the experience.
CW: noncon, somnophilia, cunnilingus, creampie, hints of military discharge, König is a fucking loser.
Sharing quarters with your Colonel isn't bad at all. The behemoth of a man is surprisingly quiet, always spending his free time in the armory and oftentimes simply away in the office as he focuses on planning strategies for missions.
The real reward comes when he's back in the quarters. His rough, calloused hands take an agonizingly slow time to pull down your pajama pants, a sharp exhale always leaving his lips when he sees your perfect ass. He should scold you for wearing underwear that's against the dress code, really, he should— but instead he's pulling out his cock like the disgusting pervert he is, rubbing his leaking tip all over your ass, staining it with the sticky fluid.
He knows it's wrong— fuck, he hates himself for it, but he can't help the way he's so obsessed with you, hard cock slipping between your thighs as he thrusts his hips slowly, biting his tongue to prevent the guttural groans threatening to escape his lips. His hands slip under your shirt, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his thrusts grow slightly faster while his hand grasps at your tit tightly, thankful he exhausts you so much during training so you always sleep like a log, not even realizing your Colonel is fucking your thighs every single night, leaving a mess of cum that he always cleans off before he goes back to his own bed.
Training today was so much worse than any other day, giving it your all to prove your worth as a KorTac soldier. You barely manage to take a short shower to wash off the mud all over your body and hair, mumbling a small "Colonel" as a greeting before your exhausted body hits the bed with a loud thud, falling asleep right after.
König is a fucking loser. He's a filthy, disgusting loser and he knows it, his cock already throbbing as he lets the minutes go by, listening to your soft snores until he makes sure you're in a deep sleep. He has something special planned for today— that's why he was so hard on your squad during training.
He slowly slips out of his bed, sneaking into yours as he watches you closely like a predator ready to pounce, baby blue eyes fully focused on your sleeping face for a few minutes before he finally gets to work. He's lucky you fell asleep on your back, managing to slip your underwear and pajama pants off of you easily, calloused hands opening your legs enough to see your cunt. It's his first time seeing it, taking his time to admire it before he lays down in bed, lifting his sniper hood and balaclava enough to be able to taste you.
His long tongue darts out, teasingly licking your slit before he's full-on lapping at your cunt, tongue swirling around and flicking against the sensitive skin. His hands grip your thighs tightly, holding your legs open while he devours your pussy like a man starved, half-lidded eyes now fully rolling to the back of his head as your unconscious body responds to his touch, tasting the grool lubricating your cunt.
He could cum just by eating you out, shit— he was actually pretty close, but that'd be a waste. He hesitantly lets go of your cunt once you're wet enough, licking his lips and tasting you one last time before he gets on his knees, positioning his tip on your entrance. He knows he's fucking big— 8 inches of pure thickness, veins running alongside his shaft while his wet tip pokes out of his foreskin—, so he's careful. It's almost agonizing for him the way he has to be slow while sinking into you, a low groan coming out of his lips when he's able to bottom out.
He has to take a deep breath and stay still to avoid cumming, the way your walls tighten around his fat cock is enough to almost make him cum, but he doesn't want it to go to waste— no, not yet. Who knows when's the next time he'll be able to tire you out this much during training, and he's not waiting any longer. His hips start moving against yours, starting slow before he's building a rhythm he likes, practically slamming into you while his baby blue eyes focus on your pretty face.
He wants to whisper pure filth into your ear, to tell you how much he hopes he gets you pregnant so you can be his pretty little wife in Austria, how he wants to have all of you for the rest of his life, but he has to hold back to avoid waking you up. His hand goes up to lift your shirt enough to reveal your tits, back bending as he goes down, circling your nipple with his tongue before fully latching onto it, sucking hard on it while his cock goes in and out of your sopping cunt.
Your body betrays you even while you're sleeping, tightening up around him and practically begging for his cum. His eyes roll to the back of his head and he sucks on your tit more, using it to muffle the deep moan threatening to escape his lips when he buries his cock all the way in, emptying his balls into your cunt. He hesitantly lets go of your nipple and slowly pulls out, planting a trail of kisses down your stomach until he reaches your core, tongue darting out to lick the mess of your grool and his cum until the evidence of his disgusting act is gone, planting one last kiss on your clit before he slips you back into your underwear and pajama pants, taking one last look at your sleeping face before he gets back into his own bed.
Pairing: Aizetsu x fem!reader, Sekido x fem!reader, Karaku x fem!reader, Urogi x fem!reader
Network: @enchantedforest-network
It’s never “Just the tip” with Karaku.
He loves to twist his and your words around to his advantage. His large hands squeeze and caress your thighs and hips as he purrs softly in your ear. “Come on, sweetling. Y’know you want it.” His hips rut his cock against your ass. “How about just the tip, huh? Think you can handle that? Of course you can.”
You feel him smiling against your ear as one of his hands slipped between your legs as the other slid up to cup your jaw to nod your head for you. His tongue slides past his lips to lick at your ear – hot breath fanning out over the shell as he pushes your thin panties to the side.
“J-just the tip, right, Karaku?” Your eyes close as you feel the thick cockhead slide through your folds, coating his length in your slick before he lines the tip up with your entrance,
Karaku laughs. The sound is deep and menacing as his hand tightens around your jaw. “Will that even be enough for a slut like you?” His tongue slips back out as his fangs bury themselves into your pulse point, making your back arch against him. “Just look at you, grinding back on my cock like a bitch in heat.” He pushes his hips forward, the tip slipping past the first ring of muscles.
“No, you’re going to take all of this dick and love it like the slut I trained you to be.”
You claw at the bed when Karaku pushes his length inside, heavy balls slapping against the curve of your ass. Your mouth drops open into a moan as he bottoms out, the thick tip pressing so snugly against your cervix. Tears of pleasure burn at the corners of your eyes as you sob. “Karaku... Karaku...Karaku....”
“That’s it, my cute little plaything. Moan my name. Let the others hear just how good I’m fucking you with “just the tip.” He mocks, fangs nipping at the shell of your ear. His hips snap into your as he fucks his cock deeper into your silken walls. Clawed fingers wrap around your thigh, lifting your legs up so he could see the way his cock slips in and out of your soaked little cunt.
Karaku grins as he increases the speed of his thrusting, the bed creaking under the weight of each one. His other hand leaves your jaw to grab your tit and pinches the nipple between his calloused fingers – making you squeal out. “You should have known this would happen. You’re just a dumb little slut who loves to be fucked by a demon, huh?”
You could only nod your head, the pleasure stealing your breath, but that wasn’t what he wants. Karaku needed to hear you say it. His thrusting slows until only the thick tip is left inside, warming it within your walls. “Karaku!” you whine, trying to push your hips back against him, but the grip was ironclad.
“Say is. Say that you’re a slut for my cock.” He purrs, voice deep and rumbly in his chest as he stuck his tongue in your ear. Karaku blows on it before he speaks again. “If you do, I’ll tell you a little secret.” He laughs when you gasp when he moves his hips just a little.
Biting your lip, you cry out. “‘m just a needy slut for demon cock.” Sobbing out as your body twitches with the need to cum; the eed to feel Karaku pound your cunt into the mattress – to make you scream his name.
Karaku purrs, the vibrations of it rumbling through his chest and into you as his nips at your pulsepoint. “That’s my good little plaything. Let me tell you a little secret.” His lips brush up the length of your neck, nose tickling your skin before they reach your ear once more. “My counterparts not only can hear you being fucked by me, they can feel it, too.”
Before you could even comprehend what he said, Karaku resumes his brutal thrusting, heavy breeder balls slapping against your flesh. Drool seeps from the corners of your mouth, eyes rolling to until the whites shows – the look of pure fucked out bliss on your face. Broken incoherent moans collect in your throat, the air stolen from your lungs.
“Fuck, pussy so good. Gonna breed it. Need to breed this pussy. You gonna let me. Let a demon fill you with his knot like the dirty whore, you are?” His mouth was so filthy, but each word sounded like saccharine honey to you in your blissed out mind.
The swollen bulb of flesh that was gathering at the base of his cock grew as Karaku’s balls grew heavy with his cum, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Clenching down so tightly on me. You must really want it, huh?” His forest colored eyes narrow as his hand glides down your abdomen to circle your clit. “Squirt on this dick for me, will you.” Karaku wasn’t asking, he was telling you. You had no choice but to do as he says as he fucks the thick knot at te base of his cock into your pussy.
Your body seizes as his knot forces its way inside, swelling even further and plugging your hole up as his hot cum fills your womb. The feeling of his climax triggers your own as your juices spray out of your in a jet of hot, clear liquid, drenching Karaku’s fingers and thighs. “Oh, fuck...Karaku...”
“That’s a good little plaything. My little toy, just lay here and let me breed you. God, you took me so well like always.” Karaku rubs his hands up and down your body as he feels his cock still twitching and throbbing inside you. “So, tell me. How was “just the tip?”
Halsin x Female Reader | sexual frustration | sexual tension | growly bear halsin | totally adoring halsin | horny bear mating instincts | semi-shifted sex | fluff | smut | nsfw
How Halsin’s romance might have played out if we could have had his kisses, adoration, and been totally railed senseless by Oak Daddy from the end of Act I. An ode to Halsin’s hairy chest, big arms, and the vein that I know stands out so thickly on his *muffled horny noises*
After a long and tiring day of fighting off goblins as you search for the Githyanki Crèche, you groan in relief as you sink into the cool waters of the river. Everyone else is back at camp and you’re able to enjoy the currents swirling around your naked body.
You float in the water, thinking about how much your party has grown in the past few weeks. First Shadowheart, Gale, and Astarion, then Lae’zel, Wyll, and Karlach, and finally Halsin, the wildshape druid you rescued from the goblins. He’s a focused member of the group, a valuable healer, and an unstoppable force in battle. You occasionally feel things turning against you in a fight, and then Halsin is there, supporting the group and laying down swathes of flame, lightning and ice. His bear shape never fails to strike fear into the hearts of your enemies.
Around the fire at night, he talks openly about his quest to free the Shadow-Cursed lands, his admiration for the party, and his praise for your leadership. His gentle words about you have your body prickling with awareness of his.
That warm smile of his. His large and clever hands. His deep, gentle voice. Everything about this man makes you tingle all the way down to your toes. Whenever you think his gaze is lingering on your mouth, he murmurs goodnight to you and leaves your side. You watch him go, wishing that instead he would reach out and touch you.
An angry, snarling sound fills the air and you sit up in the water. Not far from you, an enormous bear, grunting and breathing hard, walks heavily down the riverbank. It’s huge, and its muscular body blocking out the setting sun, and from the noises it's making and its attitude, it’s a hair's-breadth from lashing out at anything that moves.
You freeze, not daring even to breathe, hoping with everything you have that the animal will turn around and head back the other way. Instead, it launches itself into the water with an almighty splash.
As it disappears beneath the surface, you notice a faint scar over the bear’s right eye, as if it’s been clawed. You recognize that scar.
Wait, is this--
Golden light flashes. The water seethes. A man stands up where there was a bear just moments ago, water cascading from his body. Halsin, and he must have stripped before he changed into wildshape for now he’s completely naked, standing hip-deep in the water.
He’s partly turned away from you but you can tell his manner is no less worked up than it was in bear form. He swipes his hands angrily through his dripping hair and breathes hard, the muscles of his shoulders and arms clenched in frustration.
Halsin is one of the gentlest-natured men you’ve ever met, most of the time. Like nature, he too can be wild, his eyes flashing and his voice breaking like thunder over you when he’s frustrated or disappointed, such as when he was remonstrating Kagha for the Rite of Thorns. How magnificent he was that day.
But what is he restless for now? He stands in the water, looking around at the forest, gripped with frustration, and when he turns a little more your way you can see that the root of his cock is thickened in a tell-tale manner.
Ah.
That kind of frustration.
You quietly make your way to the edge of the river where a willow tree is trailing in the water, moving as carefully and as quietly as you can. This feels like a private moment you’re intruding on. Even though you don’t mean to spy, it feels like you are. The fronds of the willow provide a little cover for you, and hopefully Halsin will cool off and leave the way he came.
The dice do not roll your way this evening as he approaches you, seeking deeper water. A moment later, your gazes lock, and his eyes widen in surprise.
‘What are you doing there?’
‘I wasn’t spying on you,’ you tell him quickly. ‘I thought you needed some peace, so I was waiting here quietly.’
His eyes run over you, your back pressed against the river bank and cowering amid the willow leaves.
Halsin heaves a regretful sigh. ‘I frightened you, didn’t I? I am sorry. It’s all right, I am myself again.’
He smiles and holds out his hand. It’s a tight smile, like he’s forcing it for you, but you’re no longer worried a bear is about to disembowel you.
You place your cool fingers into his large, hot ones and let him draw you slowly out of your hiding place. The water is deep enough here that your nakedness is covered, and so is his.
You relax as you gaze up at him, enjoying the sensation of Halsin holding your hand. Quietly enjoying the sight of his bare chest and handsome face. You hope he might walk you into the shallows so you can be naked together, but he remains in deep water, sunk in thought.
‘The river is yours. I’ll leave you to enjoy it,’ you murmur, and glance to where you left your clothes.
Halsin’s fingers are still tightly twined through yours beneath the water. He seems to be in a world of his own as he gazes at your mouth, your throat, the droplets of water sliding through your wet hair and down your shoulders. A world that includes you. A world where you’re touching one another.
‘Halsin?’ you ask tentatively. Hopefully. If he wants to move closer and kiss you, that’s more than okay with you. After a long and dusty day, there’s nothing you’d like more than exploring his body in the cool water. That hairy chest of his. His hard muscles. You long to run your tongue over him. Flex your fingers on his biceps. Trace the red tattoo on his cheek.
Halsin comes back into himself with a deep inhale, and he lets go of your hand. ‘Then I’ll see you back at camp.’ He moves away from you through the currents.
As you push the water from your body and dress in your clothes, you search for Halsin in the river, but he’s disappeared around a bend.
***
Later around the campfire, you’re hyper aware of Halsin as you talk with Gale about his home in Baldur’s Gate. Halsin is silent, the campfire flickering over his handsome face. You try not to pay him any more attention than you do the others, but your interest in him has spilled over into blazing attraction.
Your gazes lock and Halsin’s brows are drawn tightly together.
Is he glaring at you?
A moment later he gets to his feet and, unnoticed by the others, slips away into the darkness. Something’s eating at that man and you wish you knew what.
A short time later, you take a bottle down to the river to refill it with water before turning and heading for your bed. As you round the corner of the ruin where you’ve made your camp, you run straight into Halsin.
His eyes widen and they flare with heat and surprise, and then he quickly looks away and moves past you.
‘Have I done something to make you angry with me?’ you call after him.
Halsin stops dead. He stares straight ahead for a moment, and then slowly turns to you, shaking his head. ‘Far from it. I am worked up and frustrated, but not with anger.’
Maybe his frustrations are because of you, and that’s a thought you don’t know what to do with when he keeps avoiding you.
Not knowing what else to say, you tell him, ‘We will free the Shadow-Cursed lands soon. I know we will.’
He breathes out heavily, his expression troubled. ‘I’m not thinking of the Shadow-Curse right now, even though I should be. It is more important than anything I...’ He trails off, but his gaze lingers on your mouth. ‘...want.’
Halsin steps closer, and you feel the heat blazing off his chest. His warmth and bulk are so welcoming and you crave to reach out and touch him. The backs of his fingers caress your hair. The lightest of touches. Then he takes a handful of your hair and dips his head, bringing the strands to his nose.
‘You smell wonderful.’ He heaves a deep sigh, and whispers, ‘Can I hold you for a moment?’
That sounds lovely to you, and you nod.
Halsin wraps an arm around your waist, scoops you against him, and buries his face in your neck. ‘By Silvanus, your scent is sweet,’ he groans. ‘I caught it when we first met, in that foul goblin nest. How it pleased me. Getting to know you these past few weeks has been even sweeter.’
Your hands are plastered against his chest and so is your body. He’s saying everything you hoped to hear. More than you hoped to hear. He has such a beautiful way with words. You turn your head so he can kiss you, but he still refrains.
Taking a ragged breath, he releases you and steps back. ‘I’m sorry. It’s always difficult this time of year.’
You miss his warmth so much that you shiver. ‘What time of year?’
He gazes at you for a long time. ‘You may laugh, but I’ll tell you. It’s bear mating season.’
You don’t laugh, but your eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
‘I know--I’m no bear,’ Halsin says with a laugh of his own, ‘but I spend so much time in wildshape that bear instincts tug on my heart and...other parts of me. I return to my own form and unfortunately the needs do not dissipate. In fact, they worsen, because it is not a bear I want. When she comes close to me smelling like spring and honey and warm sunshine I can’t help but crave her.’ A smile glimmers on his lips.
Enough being vague. You want to hear him say it. You step closer and put a hand against his chest. ‘A general someone, or anyone in particular?’
He groans softly and captures your face in his hands. He drinks you in and swipes his thumb across your lips. The gesture is soft, and full of the promise of his kiss.
‘You are someone I admire and I think I could grow to care deeply about,’ he murmurs. ‘I care about you so much already. Any little scratch you receive I want to push Shadowheart out of the way and tend to you myself.’
Your heart soars.
‘But this isn’t how or when I wanted to begin anything with you. I have to walk away.’
Disappointment plummets through you.
He’s still holding your face and his expression is conflicted. It seems he wants to put an end to this for now but can’t bring himself to do it.
‘I can walk away, if that helps?’
His eyes fill with gratitude and longing. ‘Please. That would be a mercy. Know that when the time comes, I will come to you with more than lust in my heart.’
You nod, trailing your fingers down his chest as you step back, but you fail to see what’s wrong with him desiring you. ‘Whatever you need. Of course.’
‘I hope I haven’t offended you.’
You smile gently at him. ‘Your desire is so far from offensive. Please know that I don’t demand more of your attention than you’re willing to give. The Shadow Cursed lands are your priority and I’m...’ How to put this delicately? I’m here for you and you can rail me senseless in between your duties whenever you want to let off steam. That’s what you want to say, but you’re too shy to say it. ‘...Here. Your friend. Always.’
Halsin seems to catch your meaning anyway as his jaw flexes and he nods slowly.
You promised him you would walk away, and you do, and though you give him ample time to allow him to pull you back, the next sound you hear is a clash and a growl, and a flare of golden light. When you glance over your shoulder, a bear is thundering into the woods on all fours.
***
A few days later, you’re returning to camp feeling like you’ve been put through a meat grinder, and your companions haven’t fared much better. Gale is unusually silent and covered in blood. Shadowheart is exhausted and dragging her feet. You’re trying not to limp because she and Halsin have already cast so much healing magic. Something’s wrong with your leg, but you’ll see to it yourself when you’re alone.
The others bid you tired farewells as they head for their tents, but someone catches your arm and holds you back.
‘Oak Father, you’re bleeding. Why didn’t you say anything?’
Halsin is staring at your legs, and you stare with him. Blood is pooling around your foot. Oh, that’s not good.
‘I can tend to it myself after I’ve had some rest--’
Your words are cut off as the massive druid picks you up in his arms and carries you into a crumbling barn. Automatically, you wrap your arms around his neck and lean against the solid bulk of his chest. Halsin lays you down on a pallet and helps you remove your armour, revealing a ragged gash on the top of your thigh. Your clothes have to be cut away until your legs are bare.
Halsin looks exhausted and has dark circles under his eyes. It seems he’s been taking little rest as he roams the forests nightly as a bear. When he reaches for you to lay healing hands on your wound, you place a hand on his wrist.
‘You don’t have to do this right now. I’ll bandage myself up and someone can heal me after they’ve rested.’
Halsin raises challenging eyebrows at you. ‘You believe I don’t have the strength to heal you myself? That I’ll walk away from the most important person in my life and leave her bleeding?’
You moisten your lips, trying not to show how much his words have affected you. The most important person in his life? Suddenly you don’t feel injured at all, and he hasn’t even healed you yet.
‘I have more than enough magic left for this. Now, lay back and let me do my work, and then you can get back to yours.’
You settle back on the pallet and gaze at the cobwebby rafters. Halsin’s hands hover over your thigh, and a warm, delicious feeling spreads through your leg, and then up between your thighs. Your head falls back in relief and pleasure.
Even Halsin makes a surprised noise. ‘That felt...’ He rubs your now-healed high, massaging the last of the tension and pain from your muscles. ‘That felt different. How’s your thigh now?’
You can’t help but moan and arch your back a little at his touch. ‘Good.’ Your voice comes out in a breathy whisper.
‘Just good?’ He strokes his palm over where there was a cut just moments ago.
‘Halsin, please, you make me feel heavenly,’ you whimper. The words pass your lips without thinking. You reach up to take hold of his shoulders so you can pull him down to kiss you, but pull back before you can touch him.
This isn’t what he wants. Your hands clench on the pallet, feeling your core ache with need. As soon as he leaves, you can get yourself off thinking about him.
‘Would you like me to go?’ he asks softly.
‘I never want you to go.’
His hand rests lightly on your leg.
You open your eyes and gaze up at him, and he’s sitting so close to you. ‘But if you stay, you’re going to see me touching myself.’ Then you smile at him, remembering your last conversation. ‘I would love for you to see that. As a friend.’
You want him to see you. You want him to participate.
He smiles and leans down to you, and runs the blade of his nose up your cheek. ‘I can’t think of anything more wonderful after a long, hard day, my dear friend.’
Halsin lays down beside you and props his head against his fist. With gentle fingers, he helps you to drag your underwear down your legs and cast them aside. As your teeth sink into your lower lip, you gently touch yourself, your eyes on his handsome face. Halsin strokes your thighs, your stomach, finds the fastenings on your clothes and loosens them. As he pulls back your bodice, revealing your breasts, he lowers his head to take one of your nipples in his mouth.
You cry out and flex up into him. Heat is gathering within you. You suck on your lower lip and release it. ‘Please--your fingers--I need--’ you manage between pants. You can barely get the words out, but he understands. Halsin drags two fingers through your sex, making them slippery, and then sinks them inside you.
Another loud cry from you. Gods, he feels perfect.
Halsin groans and kisses your throat, murmuring, ‘You’re so tight around me. Have you been as frustrated as I am?’ He pumps his thick fingers in and out of you, slowly at first, and then faster.
Yes you have, the godsdamned stubborn bear of man. He should have pulled you into his arms that day in the river and let you suck all the frustration from his body out through his cock.
‘So frustrated,’ you whimper. ‘Please, that feels so good. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.’
He brushes his lips over yours. ‘I won’t stop. You’re always so beautiful, but like this, all of nature pales in comparison.’
You reach down and lay your hand over his wrist, adoring the tension and flex of his muscles in his arm as he moves inside you. Your fingers keep moving on your clit as you moan and cry out his name, and when you come you dig your nails into his flesh, and press your feet into the ground so he can fuck you even harder with his fingers.
When you fall back exhausted, Halsin sits up and spreads your thighs open, trailing his fingers over your sex and drinking in the sight of you as you catch your breath. ‘Your body is wondrous.’ He leans over and kisses you, his tongue caressing yours. ‘Will you rest well tonight?’
You nod, feeling drunk from his kiss and your climax.
He smiles. ‘Then I’ll rest well too, knowing that you’re sleeping soundly. Thank you for sharing this beautiful moment with me.’
As he sits up, you notice that he’s hard inside his tight pants. Excessively hard. Huge in fact. He shouldn’t be leaving, he should be pulling off his clothes and pounding the living daylights out of you until he also gets the release he needs.
But he’s gone before you can call him back to you. That’s not why he just blew your mind, was it? He healed you, and now he wants you to get some rest. Druid’s orders, apparently.
You smile and roll over, and fall into a doze.
***
The next morning, before anyone has arisen, Halsin finds you coming back from the river. You smile at him, thinking he looks so handsome in the morning light, and you expect him to keep moving past you. Instead, he stops and smiles at you, as if basking in the sight of you is all he wants right now.
‘May I have a kiss?’ you ask hopefully. Perhaps he’s decided not to want anything for himself right now, but he still wants to make you happy.
Without needing to be asked twice, Halsin grasps you around the waist with his large hands and walks you back against the wall, kissing you enthusiastically. ‘I can still smell you on my fingers this morning. I could smell you all night. You are a delight.’
Your lips part for his so he can kiss you even deeper. With your arms around his neck, you revel in the sensation of his mouth on yours.
‘I find you irresistible.’ Another kiss. ‘But we have much to do today.’ Another kiss.
‘We do,’ you say, smiling as he kisses you again.
He gazes down at you for a moment, a slight frown between his brows. ‘If you need more, know that I won’t be offended if you take another lover. Nature intends for us to roam and be free.’
You have considered that, if not someone at camp, then a handsome stranger at a tavern, but you’d only be thinking about Halsin the whole time. ‘And if I don’t want to?’
‘You must do as pleases you,’ he replies, and kisses you again.
You guess that he didn’t tell you this for idle reasons, but to let you know about his own preferences. You reach up and stroke your fingers through his russet hair. ‘I have always wanted my own person, but to roam with them. Share everything with them. I would miss you too much if I was to roam without you.’
He smiles down at you. ‘Us, with others? I would like that, in time. You’re more than enough for me, but I wouldn’t wish for you to be denied anything. Seeing you with another lover, and participating as well...it sounds wonderful.’ Then he steps away from you. ‘But we are getting ahead of ourselves. My thoughts turn to other things for now. But they will turn back to you.’
With a final warm squeeze of your hand, he leaves you, but your heart is lighter than it’s been in a long time.
***
Two nights later, you’re awoken by snarling and roaring in the distance, and you sit bolt upright. It sounds like two large animals are fighting in the woods.
Only Astarion is awake. ‘What a ridiculous racket,’ he mutters with a scowl, before licking his thumb and turning the page of the book he’s reading.
You look over at Halsin’s pallet, knowing it’s going to be empty before you lay eyes on it, but your stomach drops just the same when you see that it is. You scramble to your feet and set off at a run into the darkness.
You follow the roaring and snarling and it doesn’t take long to find two bears fighting with teeth bared and swipes of their claws. You recognise Halsin from the scars over his eye.
What can you do to help him? A spell? A cantrip?
Before you can decide, Halsin swipes the other bear so hard across the snout that it reels back, and then turns and runs away into the woods.
Halsin paces up and down for a moment, and then golden light ripples, nearly blinding you, and when you open your eyes again, he’s striding toward you. His chest is heaving and blood is pouring from scratches and bites across his shoulders and throat. Nothing life threatening, but he’d be in pain if he wasn’t so angry.
‘That bear was looking for a mate, and I wasn’t having it prowling around her when I haven’t even tasted her myself.’
Halsin when he’s feeling himself wouldn’t say something so uncharacteristically possessive. It must be the mating season instincts overriding his natural feelings. ‘That bear wouldn’t have been interested in me.’ Also, you could have tasted me by now if you’d wanted to.
He doesn’t seem to have heard you as he glares into the darkness. Suddenly, he rounds on you. ‘It’s dangerous out here. You shouldn’t have come. Go back to bed.’
You fold your arms and stay where you are. The big alpha bear can throw his weight around, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to jump to obey his commands. ‘Shouldn’t have come? Would you have ignored me if I was being attacked in the woods?’
Halsin takes a deep breath and some of the anger melts from his face. He pushes his hands through his hair and shakes his head. ‘Of course not, I would never abandon you like that. Thank you for coming out here to help me. I promise I’m not ungrateful. I’m all out of sorts because...’ He gestures vaguely at himself and the woods around you both.
You smile at him. ‘I know. It’s mating season.’
You help him pick dirt and gravel out of his cuts before he casts healing magic on himself, but you’re not ready to leave him and go to bed. The river is close by and you take his hand and lead him to the water.
‘Let’s wash the blood and dirt off you.’
At the riverbank, hesitantly you reach for his clothes. He says nothing but he’s watching you with such intensity, and so you find the fastenings and help him out of them. With gentle fingers, he does the same for you. The night air is warm and still. Crickets are chirping and the river makes gentle rushing noises. The two of you are standing so close that you’re breathing each other’s breaths. His massive chest lifts and falls. Your nipples tighten with awareness of him. You don’t want to stare but you can’t help but look at this beautiful man as you undress him.
Halsin helps you out of your underwear, and his cock bumps against your thigh. He’s so hard that he’s standing to attention, his foreskin drawn back, a drop of pre-cum at the tip. Your mouth waters, and you want to run your tongue along the thick vein that stands out on his shaft.
‘Sorry. Ignore me,’ he mutters.
You don’t want to ignore the most beautiful cock you’ve ever seen, but you keep your hands to yourself and look up at him. ‘I want to feel flattered. Should I feel flattered?’
‘You know I think you’re wonderful,’ he breathes, caressing your face.
Oh, by all the gods, then fuck me, please.
‘Would you want me even if it wasn’t mating season?’
‘Of course I would, though I’d probably be better at keeping that to myself. You wouldn’t awaken to hear me fighting other bears in the woods, or see me staring at you with longing across the campfire. I’d still feel the same way, but I wouldn’t be so obvious about it. Probably.’
‘Do you mind that mating season makes you feel and act this way?’
He smiles and shakes his head. ‘It is who I am, and another connection I have to nature.’
‘Halsin. For a wildshape druid who believes in going with what’s natural, you’re very stubborn about resisting what your body is telling you it wants.’
A smile curves his lips. ‘You may be right. I’ve told myself that focusing on the Shadow Curse is the right and only thing to do, but...’
Halsin ducks his head and slants his mouth over yours. The kiss is so fierce and sudden, and pleasure takes a swan dive through your body. He wraps his arms around you and gathers you to him.
‘This isn’t how I imagined things between us,’ he murmurs. ‘I intended to come to you after the curse is lifted and declare my feelings for you, and tell you that my unburdened heart is yours.’
‘Please still do that,’ you breathe, planting soft kisses again and again on his mouth. ‘I would love that. But don’t walk away from me now.’
‘You want me, even though my mind is often on things other than you?’
What a romantic Halsin is, wanting to give you his whole heart at once, or nothing at all. ‘Of course I do,’ you tell him, your fingers stroking his bare back. You don’t need that declaration yet. You just need him.
Halsin lifts you in his arms and carries you into the water, gazing into your eyes. The water flows around your bodies as he kisses you and places you on your feet.
He nods at something over your shoulder. ‘I have to taste you. Turn around and put your hands on that rock.’
You do as he asks, standing thighs-deep in the water and bent over with your hands braced against the river bank. Halsin kneels down in the water and cups your ass.
‘So beautiful...’ You feel his tongue run up your sex, and you moan and close your eyes. He’s slow and languorous about it. Not trying to make you come, just tasting you thoroughly and enjoying the sensation of you against his tongue.
Halsin stands up and when you glance over your shoulder you see him gazing at your sex as he strokes you with his fingers and fists his cock slowly up and down.
‘Can I have you, sweet one?’ he asks huskily.
‘Please, gods, yes .’ You’ll go crazy if he holds back a moment longer.
You feel him step closer, and the blunt head of his cock slides against your slippery entrance. He feels alarmingly thick and you take a deep breath and try to relax.
With a muttered oath, he sinks into you. As much of him as he can, anyway. Gods, he’s a lot . You walk your feet apart, trying to accommodate more of him.
‘Too much?’ he asks, hesitating.
You shake your head desperately. ‘Not too much. More, please.’
He fucks you slowly, working himself deeper by delicious increments, while your cries fill the night air along with his ragged breathing. His blunt nails scratch your flesh. He roughly squeezes handfuls of your ass.
You reach down between your legs and touch yourself, and you grow wetter and wetter, allowing him to fuck you in long, smooth strokes. Every single one makes your insides light up. Your orgasm is barrelling down on you surprisingly fast.
‘Please, fuck me hard, I’m going to come,’ you beg him.
Halsin groans and takes your hips in a secure grip and slams into you, over and over, hard, brutal and heavenly thrusts. You push against the rock to hold you steady as a wild, untamable sensation crashes over you, and you cry out loud enough for the whole forest to hear you.
Your head is hanging low and you’re panting as you feel Halsin draw out of you.
‘But you haven’t come,’ you protest, straightening up and turning around. It’s what you want, to see and feel this beautiful man let go.
He takes your hand and helps you out of the river. ‘I’m not done with you yet.’
He lays back on the grass and pulls you astride him so your thighs are straddling him. ‘I want to see you like this as well.’
Hungry for more, you grasp his cock and sink down his length. Halsin groans and his head tips back, and he squeezes both your breasts in his large hands. His throat is so beautiful, and so is his chest. You draw patterns in his chest hair as you move up and down his length.
Weeks of frustration and wanting him haven’t been fulfilled by one climax, and soon you feel another one gathering within you. He watches you with a smile as you desperately moan and pant his name. As your cries reach a crescendo, Halsin plants his feet securely against the ground and pushes sharply up into you, over and over, making you shatter around him even harder than before.
You collapse forward on his chest, weakened and helpless, his cock still lodged deep inside you.
‘That was wonderful,’ you moan, your cheek plastered against his chest. ‘Give me a moment and we can change positions. I’m not stopping until you come.’
He rubs circles on your back. ‘I think I might shift into wildshape if we keep going. I can feel the need getting stronger and stronger.’
‘I don’t mind. Your bear form is pretty sexy.’
He laughs softly, a surprised sound. ‘Really? I’m pleased you think so.’
Even sexier is the way he looks while he’s changing, his body even bulkier and hair sprouting everywhere. ‘Can you change part ways?’
His hand stops moving on your back as he considers this. ‘I can. I think it might be easier for me to maintain that, rather than one or the other.’
Halsin rolls you both over until you’re on your back in the grass and pinned beneath him. With a heavy hand on your inner thigh, he pushes your knees up to your chest and thrusts deeper, and then again.
‘By Silvanus, you feel wonderful,’ he pants.
A ripple goes through his body. His eyes turn fiercely golden. The hair thickens across his chest and spreads over his shoulders and down his arms. His top lip pulls back from his teeth, revealing thick incisors. His cock swells to what feels like twice its size inside you. You gaze at him in wonder. He looks incredible like this.
As he continues to pump his cock into you, you press your hands against his muscular, hairy stomach, struggling to accommodate all of him.
‘I’m hurting you,’ he realises, his voice more growl than words. ‘I can change back.’
‘No, don’t stop. Just slow down for a moment. It’s a good problem to have.’ You reach down to the place where you’re joined and wrap your fingers around his slippery thickness. Gods, that’s wonderful. So is his bulk looming over you and the rich, animal scent of his body. He thrusts carefully, watching you closely, his golden gaze roaming over you.
‘So beautiful, sweet one,’ he rumbles. ‘Are you sure you like me like this?’
‘Yes, oh gods, yes.’
With every thrust, it’s getting easier for him to slide his whole length deep inside you, and pleasure stabs through you every time he bottoms out.
You reach up and cup his furred cheek. ‘I didn’t think it was possible, but you’re even sexier like this. How does it feel for you?’
He groans and seems to take courage from your words. ‘Like I’m finally free. No longer fighting what I crave.’ The speed of his thrusts pick up, and he devours you hungrily. ‘You’re so good to me.’
His breathing becomes a throaty snarl. His claws dig lovingly into your thigh. His hips move in a relentless rhythm, long thrusts, and then shorter, urgent ones, and you can tell he’s nearing his peak. You hold onto his shoulders for dear life as his body stiffens and his climax breaks through him, and he throws his head back.
With a groan, he sinks down onto his elbow and buries his face in your throat. As you hold him tight, you feel him shift back to his human form, his skin smooth and damp with perspiration.
Halsin lifts his head and kisses you. ‘I’ve never done anything like that before. Was it all right? I didn’t hurt you, did I?’
You hasten to assure him that he didn’t and it was everything you wanted.
He smiles. ‘How wonderful you are.’
You stroke his sweaty hair back. Neither have I. You’re so beautiful always, and especially seeing you like that, through wildshape eyes.’
He rolls onto his side in the grass and wraps both his arms around you, keeping you tight against his chest. ‘I shouldn’t have been so stubborn. The world feels so much better now I have you in my arms.’
‘How long does mating season last?’ you ask. You hope it’s a long time, and he needs you often.
He laughs, a deep sound reverberating through his chest. ‘It’s every moment I lay eyes on you, sweet one.’
‘I hope that I haven’t distracted you from your duties.’
He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. ‘I’m more motivated than ever.’
You lay like that together in the grass until Halsin feels your cooling body shiver.
He helps you to your feet and draws you into his arms for one last, tender kiss. Cradling your face in his hands, he murmurs, ‘You are the person I admire most in the world. I feel honoured by every moment I spend by your side.’ He kisses you again. ‘Know that I can’t wait until I’m able to tell you that my whole heart is yours.’
Thank you so much for reading. Please leave me a comment and let me know what you think! Or tell me how the Halsin brainrot is affecting you while playing BG3. I have just about no braincells left by now. Only Daddy Bear remains.
Astarion NSFW Alphabet
Also it is way too long for an Alphabet but I really enjoyed this format of it
Warnings: MDNI, 4.6k Words, Smut, GN!Reader, Established relationship mentions, Switch!Astarion mentions, slight angst, early access spoilers, blood kink, voyeurism/exhibition kink throughout here, astarion is a tease, cazador is his warning
Ao3 link
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
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"We've had plenty of pillow talk now, darling. Don't you think we should rest?"
It depends on how deep your relationship is. Earlier on, he will kiss your brow or hold you for a few moments. Astarion may indulge in some banter if he truly likes you, but otherwise, you are a warm willing body to fill a need.
But once he starts to fall for you, it changes.
It will be hot and cold for a while until either of you sit down and talk about your feelings. He'll snuggle up next to you, indulging in the warmth of your body and then he'll remember himself. Quick excuses to leave, to not allow himself to bask in the sunlight-like warmth he's found constantly in your embrace. There's a deep fear - what if Cazador finds out about you?
And then you both confess and it's like you have an extra set of limbs. He's a constant at your side. Clingy would be an understatement, if he can, he always touches you. A hand on your lower back, fingers trailing over your arm and shoulder and looping one arm around your waist at times too.
He's in love and he's going to make sure you can never be taken from him.
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B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
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At first, his favorite part is your throat. It's not hard to guess why that is when he loves to sink his fangs into it.
Soon though, it becomes your eyes. Though he can never see himself in a mirror, he can see how he reflects by how you gaze at him. The way your eyes crinkle when he makes you happy or how they fill with tears when he tells you too many details of what Cazador has done to him. It's an easy way to see how you feel.
"Being reflected in someone else's eyes? Well, I could do worse."
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C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
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He loves to cum on you. Finishing on your face or belly, and seeing how pretty you look with it on. Or watching how you squirm, your cheeks so warm when he moves to lick it off.
Finishing inside is also good. Whether he is giving or receiving, he'll enjoy the small feeling of ownership it gives. That you belong to one another.
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D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
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He really enjoys it when you wear his clothes.
If you were to ask him directly about it, he'd give you a shrug accompanied by a smirk as sharp as his knife. "No, darling, I'm just thinking of how expensive it's going to be to clean them."
You would tilt your head. "We're not going out into the wilds anymore. I'm not going to-"
His fingers would slide under your chin, moving to cup your jaw. Red eyes staring directly into your own, turning black with heat. A pink tongue darts out to moisten his lips, before he's leaning in close. "That's what we call a hint, my dear."
His clothes always end up ruined, but he never complains too much.
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E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
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Astarion has been in Cazador's service for over two hundred years. How long he lived before that? Well, he won't tell you. (Mainly to tease you, but also he doesn't want to think of the age difference you two may have if you're not a long-lived elf.)
He has experience in seduction, Cazador had him do that. Fucking is easy. And with other vampire spawns, it could also be a bit of welcome relief from all torture going on around them.
With you though, he discovers lovemaking.
And he weeps the first time.
You never let him forget it, kissing under his eyes affectionately while he rolls them and he holds you at half a length away, trying to cease your teasing affections.
"I love you. We don't - You don't, have to bring up my weeping every time."
"But it made me love you more."
The vampire's grip loosens then, and his touch goes unsurprisingly tender for a few minutes after, returning your warm affections in kind.
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F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
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If he's on top, missionary. He loves the access to your neck and the way he can gaze at your face. Watching your expression at every touch or roll of his hips - to see how you enjoyed it or to smile as you whimper from his teasing.
If he's on the bottom, he likes to be standing. Having someone hold onto his arms, pulling him closer while they go deeper inside of him. It also hides his face. While he loves to see your own face, he's more closed off. Though once you're closer, he'd probably love the Wrapped Lotus position, for something truly intimate for you both.
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G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
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He's definitely goofier during foreplay or whenever he's attempting to seduce you, but during the actual act he's more serious.
"Sweetie?"
You turn your head to find him staring right at you, not three feet from you. He's also very clearly, eyeing your ass. You roll your eyes. "That's not going to work-"
"Oh?" Now he's smirking, the ruby eyes moving over your form slowly, before he meets your eyes. The vampire gives a slow blink, before giving a handsome smile and tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. "You're sure this is not going to work?"
Looking away, you try to hide your smile. "It's not going to work."
He stalks around you like a predator sizing up a meal, but soon he's crouching down beside you. "Are you sure? Are you really sure, darling?"
You open your mouth, but he's suddenly sweeping his foot under your arm, then your middle and he uses it to get you onto your back. He joins you on the ground, going into a lounging position where he can rest one fist against his cheek, smirking fully. One hand waves down his own body. and he's - he's wearing those wonderful leather pants, the cheating bastard. "Nothing enticing?"
Biting your lip, you shake your head. "None at all."
"My dear," his fingers brush over your cheek, turning you to face him. "Liars don't get to have any pleasures."
"...You lie all the time."
"I'm a vampire."
You smile, moving to tuck a loose lock of hair back into place. "Yes. A big scary, vampire."
His eyes light up, and cold hands are quick to draw you close. "Yes, a horrible thing I am." Red eyes shine, his gaze running over your face. "Should I defile you now then?"
"You would like that, wouldn't you?"
"Very much so." He's leaning in then, brushing his lips over your jaw. The touch is featherlight as he lets his fingers wander over your sides and along your waist. There's a harder glint in his gaze when he looks upon you again, moving to push you onto your back again. Though this time, he puts a knee on either side of your hips. Leaning down, he lets his mouth hover above yours and lets his lips twitch when he hears the hitch of your breath.
"Let me show you how horrible I can be, darling."
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H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
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Elves can't grow facial or much body hair (or so I'm told), so he's pretty hairless. He does have a small patch of hair right above his cock, but it's small and rarely needs to be trimmed. It's a bit more grey than white, but so long as you don't tease him about being old, he doesn't mind it.
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I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
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Like with aftercare, it differs when you start having sex versus when you start having feelings for one another.
At the start, it's not very intimate. It's an excuse to have fun, let off some steam, and enjoy a very nice night together. And then it becomes a couple more nights of enjoyment together.
And then it becomes weeks of enjoyment.
Then months.
And then it fully changes once you're both aware of each other's feelings.
He kisses you, a lot more than before. Cradling the back of your neck, holding you steady as presses his mouth to your own. He moans against your lips, letting you see how his brows knit as his pleasure grows. The other cold hand is resting against your back, nails scratching lightly over your skin.
In the quiet of the moment, his voice drops to a whisper. Now he won't tease you, but his voice drips with praise. "You're wonderful, you're - fuck, you're everything." His grip gets a tad tighter before he relaxes. Tonight he doesn't want to hurt you in any way, and even when you offer your throat, he refuses it.
You're so much more than blood to him, and he needs you to know that.
He needs you to know he means it when he says you're everything to him.
He needs you.
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J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
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He doesn't.
Not unless he absolutely has to, but since you came into his life he doesn't feel the same urge. It's more fun and easier to do with you, and he does have some patience to wait until you're within sight again to tease you until you're giving in. Though if you're not in the mood, he also won't be in the mood. Very rarely does he still want it if you're not up for it. And he never pushes after you've told him no, instead he may ask for cuddling to still get that intimacy.
When he was doing that little hot and cold time when he was figuring out his feelings, he did do it. Jerking off to the thought of your hands around his dick, your voice in his ear, biting his lip to not let out any noise as he spills all over his fingers.
Now he likes to wait. It's much better whenever you're there.
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K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
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Blood Kink.
Shocking to no one, considering he likes to bite during sex. The sight of blood is the easiest way to get him going.
It can horribly backfire (or not) when you're on a mission and see a lot of battles. One time, one of Lae'zel caught a man too close to you, slicing him down the middle. It left you splattered, blood coating one side of your face and all down your neck.
Astarion had not known he had that amount of willpower within him, that he didn't take you on the ground right after the battle. He did not care if the others heard or saw, or if even a goblin tried to approach, he had wanted to fuck you so hard his hands had started shaking. Should anyone interrupt, he would've drunk them dry just to get you alone.
He instead waited until after the battlegrounds were clear, to lure you into the forest and offer to help with the excess adrenaline and energy still in your bodies after the fight.
You would moan as he licked the blood off of your skin, while you were both so entangled with one another, and it doesn't matter that it ends quickly, only that it ended together. And with you having less blood on your person than when it started.
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L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
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Beds, when you can get to them. Once you return to the city, Astarion does his best to make sure you only have sex in the nice comfort of a bed.
However, the alleyways are rather tempting. Dark and all alone. Anyone could walk down and see -
He'd shake his head, no, no. He couldn't do that. But then his eyes slide over the innkeeper's dining tables, or the bar countertop and the -
Astarion would fuck you anywhere. He may prefer a bed, but he would enjoy it anywhere.
"You know, sweetie, I think we look very good together." His arms would be looped around your waist, his chest pressing to your back. "But I think we'd look better together over on that table."
You squint, glancing around the inn. "The one with all the goblins talking about their last bathing sessions?"
"You really know how to kill a mood, my love."
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M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
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When it's you, it could be anything.
The man goes from 0 to 60 in 1 second. It could be your smile, a light touch, or your laugh.
There are so many things that you do that turn him on, but generally, he hears your happiness and he gets the urge to want to make you even happier. To have you smile while he kisses down your body, and lets you feel his smile, before the flick of his tongue.
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N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
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Anything that would involve leaving a permanent mark on your person. His bites are bad enough, but if you got a tattoo to dedicate to him, he'd be more upset than pleased. If you were to ask the reason, he'd gesture to the scars on his back. Not just self-inflected marks would upset him, but any new scar you get in helping him in this journey is a reminder that you are paying a price for helping him. A reminder of his failures to protect you.
A reminder that you are breakable.
And Cazador loves to break things.
Even after his former master's death, he still doesn't like it. His own trauma mixes in here, and if you want to display devotion like that, he doesn't mind getting a set of matching rings instead.
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O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
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"Look at you. Have you been this eager for me all night?" His fingers curl around your thighs, digging into them as he brings his face closer to you. His tongue you'll feel first, teasingly slow before he moves
Loves giving head. Loves receiving head. Silver tongue is dangerously good and he's very well aware of it.
He prefers to give, but he's also fine with fucking your mouth. One hand on the top of your head, making sure your eyes are on him while he lets praise fly out of his mouth.
"So eager for it. Look at all that drool, it's shining all over your chin." It's a hiss between his teeth. His free hand moves to your shoulder, dragging you closer. When you gag, he only laughs sharply, before pulling you back. "Too much?"
You shake your head, and he smiles, sliding deeper. Letting his cock rub over your tongue, while you tremble in trying to swallow him down.
"That's it, darling. Fuck! You're doing so well. Do you want me to fill your throat?" His thrusts get a bit quicker, and you're gripping his thighs as he starts to fuck your face. "So good for me. So perfect."
The next time you gag, he barely pauses. Focused on the feel of your mouth around him, his hands are nearly clawing at your head and shoulder. He's panting, gazing down at you. You aren't sure if vampires could sweat but there's a shine to his skin, that could just be from the moonlight reflecting off of it.
Astarion slows down, drawing himself back to rest the tip in your mouth. "I don't want to rush this, darling." With a sly look, he's nudging his foot between your legs, to graze his calf against your crotch. "Not when you're clearly enjoying this so much."
It would be a longer night than the previous, but he was always determined to draw out both of your pleasures.
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P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
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It depends. On how much time he has with you, how deep your relationship is, what you're both in the mood for.
Even when you've been together for some time, he still will like to get together roughly from time to time.
Fingers are in his mouth, fangs pressing in on either side of them while his lips curl and he bites on them to try and silence himself. His eyes are on your form, above him, following your movement. The other hand is clawing into your hip.
It's rare he tries to quiet himself, and you're smirking just a little.
He catches it, and his hand tightens on your hip. There'll be a bruise there for later, as you watch him slip the fingers he was biting on from his mouth. "D-Don't assume, darling. You don't- " He cuts himself off with a moan, head rolling back just as you move your hips harder, possibly bruising them with how fast you press against him.
There's a promise of vengeance later in the look he gives you after, but you know it'll be worth it.
Even if it's him making you cry out in the middle of a busy alleyway. Still worth it.
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Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Traveling in the woods, with many people, means he's gotten used to having quickies. And often.
He'll direct you to fuck against a tree, or some boulder. Or to come with him on a late-night hunt, but it's so he can get you alone and he can get into your pants.
It doesn't get better when you're in Baldur's Gate, because he realizes how much he just wants you all the time. Quickies become a regular thing between you both, but when he does have you alone and the time, he's going to make sure every second counts.
"Quiet, Darling." He whispers against your ear, nipping it as your arms loop around his middle. Bodies pressed tightly together. His hands move onto your back, pressing you even closer to him. "You'll wake more dead than just me if you're not careful."
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R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
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He's up to try most things. At least once, to see if either of you like it. Astarion isn't going to risk anything that will end your life, but he's also willing to do a lot of risky shit that might just end your social standing instead.
Being a vampire, he knows how rare it would be to create any pregnancy if you have the parts for that. So he's not very worried about that.
He loves the risk and the adrenaline you get when you do fuck somewhere risky though. Hearing your heartbeat speed up, the blood pumping through your veins - it's all very exciting.
It's probably why he keeps suggesting it. Or it's because he truly can't get enough of you.
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S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
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If you wanted, he would be happy with sex at least twice every day for the rest of your days.
This may be due to how easily he's motivated, but he really enjoys that closeness with you once you're both together. It's intimate and enjoyable; he loves it and you. Spending that time together is something important to him, particularly if you may not live very long.
He needs to cherish as much time as he can with you. Or else he may turn you.
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T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
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Bondage toys. He enjoys tying you up from the start, but once you get closer, he'll let you also tie him up. But there's something about one of you being vulnerable to the other that just makes his eyes light up.
"How is that? Too tight?"
You shake your head, flexing your fingers to show him you could still move them. He smiles, leaning forward to kiss each one, before pressing another kiss to your forearm, and then the top of your head. Making his way down to kiss your lips, easing you to relax into his touch.
When Astarion pulls back, his eyes are nearly glowing in the soft candlelight as he makes his way down your body. Spreading your thighs, and running a finger teasingly over you. He smirks when you shiver, leaning forward to nip on your inner thigh. "Don't hold back for me, sweetie. I want to hear every noise I draw from those pretty lips tonight."
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U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
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It starts off with a hand on your shoulder. Friendly, a gentle squeeze. And then long fingers sweep over it, edging down towards your back. Trailing over your top, until he can let his fingers edge to the back of your shirt collar. Fingers move to rub at the skin, in slow circles before he draws away completely, his eyes glinting like rubies in the sunlight.
Another time, he's got a glass of wine. He smiles over the rim of the crystal glass, and after he drinks, he lets the red droplets linger over his mouth. Only swiping them away with his tongue when you look back over at him.
"Are you being good, darling?" He'll whisper in your ear, laughing when you flinch at his sudden closeness. But one hand will come out to steady you, spreading his fingers along your lower back. Letting you feel his hand and the way his fingertips dig in slightly. His mouth gets dangerously close to your ear again, and he smiles when he whispers this time. "I'll take that as a no."
He's unfortunately, the king of teasing.
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V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
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Astarion loves the sound of his own voice. Though he can think of one better, and it's any sound he draws from you in fits of pleasure.
Once he finds out you like hearing him talk during sex, he lets it all out. Filthy whispers right at the campsite, smirking when he sees you cross your legs in an attempt to keep your arousal down. Or at least to make sure no one noticed how you were trying to rub your legs together.
He's cruel with his tongue, and he loves to use it on you.
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W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
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Having been not able to see the sun for nigh two hundred years, Astarion tries to enjoy it as much as he can. He's pretty sure one day he might not be able to anymore, even though he is trying very hard to ensure he'll retain some power.
So he does anything he can in the sun. Including some stretches. Essentially yoga.
He'll wear some loose shirts, and some sinfully tight trousers once he catches on that you're watching them though.
"Did you know my eyes are down here, darling?"
On warm, sunny days, he may not be able to go into moving water but he will sit on a rock, and admire himself in the shimmering river. He finds himself drawn to water, perhaps because it's one of the few things of a danger to him still and he wishes to conquer it, or he likes his reflection far too much.
Either way, one day he shows up with a fishing rod and he discovers he likes fishing. Either catching them to salt and carry around for easy meals for the rest of the party or attempting to cook you something.
That would probably be the only time he's allowed to attempt to cook anything.
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X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
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He's well-built and scarred. Astarion isn't jacked, but he's a rogue with a little muscle. This might be due to some vampirism, rather than any training. He was on a diet of bugs and small rodents for a long time, so it's probably something to do with his supernatural abilities rather than any attempts.
His dick is around 6 inches, not little at all. Enough to fill you, over and over again if you want him to. He's not massive, but he's glad not to be and if you're bottoming, you'll be glad for it, with how many times he wants to use it on you in a row.
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Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
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While he'd be happy with sex twice a day for the rest of your days, he's also very content just being with you. Lounging with you at his side is one of his favorite ways to spend a lazy day.
But he's almost always up for it if you are. Your enjoyment and happiness are a turn-on for him, so seeing you eager for him on top of it? It's like an ego boost, inflating it further.
Yearning for you is part of the fun though.
Watching you from across the hall, his hall now - since Cazador had died, he had taken over the property. And being a new, full vampire had come with a lot of new perks.
His new form of mist made it easier for him to sneak towards you, until he appears with fingers sliding against yours, grasping your hand. Before you can say anything, he kisses the back of it, then a few more over your knuckles.
You smile, your surprise melted into the familiar love he's now getting used to. "Did you miss me that much? it's only been a few minutes."
He smiles, leaning forward to press his face to yours. Your noses rub against one another as he attempts to nuzzle you, while you're laughing and drawing away. "Every second without you, my dear, is horrible."
But sometimes the yearning is too much.
Sometimes he thinks about turning you.
But he knows the power he'd have over a spawn, and as much as he knows you trust him to fully turn you into a vampire, part of him doubts himself. As a spawn, you'd never leave him. You wouldn't have the choice to leave him. He'd take care of you, protect you - but it wouldn't be you if you had no control. Even if he allowed you free will, if he had that much control, he fears what kind of monster he'd become.
He's too scared to do it. Too many hang-ups, and worries. He's frightened one day you'll realize how terrible he truly is. And he's more frightened of what he may do if you try and leave then.
It hurts to think about it.
Eternity with you sounds great; amazing. Perfect.
But he's not certain about an eternity with him would be perfect.
What if he was worse than Cazador? What if he never found the courage to turn you fully? What if he kept you trapped?
What if you died a mortal death? If you got sick? If you got too old?
Until he can come to a decision, he lets your embrace wash away those thoughts. And listens to the beat of your heart; a reminder that you're still with him.
For now.
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Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
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Elves don't sleep in Faerun. When they meditate to get the same benefits as sleep, they can dream still.
He often does it while you're asleep as well, though he likes to stay up for a while after you've fallen asleep. Watching you dream, the way your eyelids flutter. He'll brush any hair that falls into your face, or adjust your clothing to make sure you're covered. If you shiver, he'll tuck the blanket around you, knowing he can do little to keep you warm.
But always, each night, he leans down and kisses your brow.
"Goodnight, my love. I'll see you in my dreams."
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Thank you to @sherwood-forests for giving this a look over and wonderful comments like this
also thank you to @chickenparm for the hot yoga idea, and @vasiktomis for fishing astarion <3
There comes a time when fandom becomes less of an escape from anxiety to being the source of anxiety. Sometimes I need to remind myself what’s important to focus on, and I made this chart to help me with that.
(Posting this at the request of a few people. The design/concept was inspired by an instagram post about covid-19 located here).
