After roaming around for a year or so i think it’s time to step out of the shadows.
Call me Occult or Petty or Bunnyboo whatever comes to you naturally.
I enjoy consuming dark content (you might have seen me liking your posts or in your comments ;) ) that includes Slashers, Vampires, Werewolves, Witches and anything of the likes.
I also float around anime content like Blue Lock and Jjk (i might have forgotten some..).
I’m sure you can see the connection between all of them so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Be not afraid of talking in private, might take a while tho im still not too familiar with the place.🤧 This is a safe space, no hate will be tolerated.
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his thumbs dig into your inner thighs, holding you open as he obscenely slurps the sweet mix of your arousal and his spit as one eats a bowl of ramen.
it's the same, torturous style. his tongue flattened over your parted, glistening lips, lapping the juices out of your pulsing hole and back up to your clit--giving it a firm lick before he buries his face into your cunt.
your scent acts like a siren’s call, the sweetness consuming him all at once. valko is feverishly hot, lips latching onto your hole and his sinful tongue coaxing out more of your sweetness.
"are you even-ah!-gonna make me cum?" he's not once sucked on your clit. no, he's been edging you with kitten licks. "if not I can just use my vibe."
you think it'll rile him up. instead, his gaze snaps at you, ears tucked down like a kicked puppy.
"n-no, no, fuck..." he begs, unable to keep himself from tasting you again. "i can't help it. I've never been this close to you..."
he dives in again. "s'killin me." his voice vibrates against your clit, as he takes it into his mouth.
"ngh valko... like that," your hips rock themself into his mouth. but then he let's go of your clit to eat your gushing juices.
"are you serious--" your fingers thread into his hair.
"please--just a little more." his fingers plunge into your hole.
The doggos figure out how they both fit in your life... literally
Caleb x reader x Valko (applewolf)
Warnings/Tropes: Explicit, MDNI. Lil Rivalry/Lil Fruity bw the boys (yes i love me some spice), Double penetration, Praise, Size difference, Overstimulation, Rough sex
wc: 1200
You weren't sure how you got here.
The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a blade. The only sound was the steady, grating hum of a drill working into metal. Biting your lip, you looked up, your eyes darting between the two men sitting in front of you. Hostility radiated off both of them.
Caleb was shooting daggers at the redhead. Valko kept his jaw clenched, a muscle ticking as his gaze remained fixated on Caleb’s mechanical arm, ignoring the glare as he tightened the final bolts.
You contemplated all your life choices that led up to this moment.
Caleb, your dear sweet Caleb, the only boy you had eyes for your entire life, had returned to Linkon after a months-long mission in the deepspace tunnel. Like always, he was staying with you in your apartment. And since you had recently learned about the reality of his mechanical arm, you had been gently pushing him to be more vulnerable with you– which included nagging him until he finally let you tag along for his routine maintenance repairs.
Except there was a slight problem. You had discovered a little too late that the technician in charge of keeping Caleb’s arm functional was, well... Valko.
You had met him while Caleb was away on his mission, when your paths crossed with the Encore tech company during your hunter duties. And your relationship with him had quickly devolved from professional boundaries into something entirely different.
Filled with heated proximity and unaddressed, impulsive kisses that you both had indulged in. You were left in a predicament that left you utterly confused, suddenly finding yourself deeply attracted to a man who wasn't Caleb. It wasn't like your feelings for your first love had dissipated; you were just…stuck.
And as fate would have it, your plans of hopefully distancing from both men to get your head straight were instantly foiled. All of your paths had collided into one volatile mess.
After what felt like ages,Valko finally set the heavy machinery aside. He inspected Caleb’s arm one last time before pulling his protective glasses off, to which Caleb responded with a low grunt.
“So,” Valko started, his nostrils flaring as he clenched his jaw hard enough to crack bone. His sensitive sense of smell was painstakingly aware of the distinct scent you and Caleb now shared, perhaps due to the fact that he was using your bodywash whilst living with you.
“How do you know him exactly?” Valko cocked an eyebrow, his sharp gaze snapping over to you. You stiffened in your seat, your throat going completely dry. You opened your mouth to respond, but Caleb beat you to the chase.
“I believe I should be the one asking that question.” Caleb tilted his head, eyes locking onto the redhead.
“I can tell there have been recent... developments since I last left you, pips.”
Now both of them were staring directly at you, waiting.
Goddammit. Of course he knew something was up between the two of you. Your body language probably gave everything away, alongside the fact that Valko looked too comfortable being in your personal space.
“I-I can explain,” you squeaked, shrinking back into your chair, feeling like prey caught in a trap.
You didn't think it was possible, but the following events stunned you even further. After you finally stammered out the truth, you had fully expected them to completely flip out. With how fiercely overprotective Caleb had been throughout your entire life, combined with the fact that Valko was weirdly territorial about you around anyone else, you figured all hell would break loose.
But instead, the atmosphere in the room shifted.They exchanged a look– a knowing, dangerous glint passing between them before they shared the same canine grin.
Which led to your current situation.
You were pulled onto Caleb’s lap, your back pressed flush against his chest, and your thighs held up and spread wide apart by his arms, completely naked and exposed to the man in front of you. You would have tried to shy away if not for the wreck happening below.
Both men were sinking their cocks into your pussy at the same time, stretching the tiny hole to the point where your vision went blurry.
“Ahh- t-too big,” you whined, yet looking down, full blown tears started streaming down your cheeks at the fact that they weren't even halfway inside.
Valko leaned over, using his tongue to lick the salty tears away, a smug smile stretching across his face. “Oh? I thought you wanted us both at the same time, puppy.”
Panicking at the mounting pressure, you tried to arch your hips upward, wanting to escape their dicks bullying their way into you. But Valko’s large hands locked onto your hips like vices, holding you down firmly in place.
“Nah, clearly puppy over here, is all bark no bite.” Caleb murmured from behind you, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as he condescendingly enunciated Valko's nickname for you.
Soon enough, when they both finally bottomed out with heavy grunts, their dicks throbbing in unison against your tight walls, your pussy betrayed you. To your utter humiliation, you came, hard, all from just being stuffed to the brim.
“F-fuck. That's all you needed huh. I mean–Shit. Just look at her bro” Valko practically whimpered, his voice breaking at how tightly you were gripping and spasming around them. It didn't help your case at all when he reached over to rub deliberate circles on your clit, making you gush, your slick release dripping down their connected lengths.
Without warning, Caleb leaned over, wrapped his hand securely around your neck, and used you as leverage to thrust up into you. The sudden movement prompted Valko to move as well, hissing from the friction of Caleb sliding against him.
“hah! My god, mmph–” You were oh so gone, your face going completely slack in a lewd expression as your eyes rolled back into your skull.
“Nasty girl, look at how wet you are,” Caleb mused, looking down at the filthy sight where you were all connected. It was messy and uncoordinated at first, with Valko growing ravenous as your scent intensified by tenfold from how much you were dripping everywhere.
Quickly though, Caleb got annoyed by the boy’s chaotic movements, so much so that he reached forward to grab a handful of Valko's hair, tugging back sharply until he slowed down.
“Slow down, mutt. In case you forgot, she's not the only one feeling your dick here.”
“Nah,” Valko flashed a wolfish smile, the fact that Caleb was sharing your scent turned him on a little more than he’d care to admit. “I know you’re upset it took you years to fuck her, and what'd it take me? A few months? How bout’chu pipe down mutt”
Their little hissing match translated into rocking into you even deeper, each thrust practically hitting your cervix with brutal force. Clearly, you were going to be the sacrificial lamb between the two of them today. “G-guys, slow down, too much-!” you sobbed out, too overwhelmed from the men rutting into you like they were in heat.
“Nope.”
“nuh-uh,” you heard in unison.
Fuck me, you thought, your mind completely melting as they picked up the pace.
This is gonna take a while.
virgin!valko finds a new scent! ...right between your legs?!
wc: 1475
content: smut, pussy eating, pussy sniffing, sniffing everywhere, biting, valko dry humps the bed n cums all over himself, mentions predator/prey dynamic, mentions marking and abo, not proofread
“mmh. did you go somewhere new today?” valko mumbles against the skin of your shoulder, rubbing his cheek against the scar of his mark there, scenting you.
you lazily flip the page of the book you’re reading, not paying him much attention. “nope. just to the post office, why?”
valko presses his nose to your neck and sniffs the area heavily, lifting your arm and smelling down it as well. “you have a new smell.”
“hmm. well, let me know what it is when you find it.” you say, brushing it off.
valko was always saying you smelled different, thanks to his hypersensitive sense of smell. normally it was just a spice you’d used to cook, or a new skin product. he’d sniff you all over for half an hour, maybe longer, until he found it, then he’d be satisfied.
over the next fifteen minutes, valko sniffed your entire upper body over heavily, occasionally stopping to lap at your skin affectionately.
it wasn’t until he had his nose pressed against your crotch that his tail finally gave a wag. he popped his head up and tapped your inner thigh.
“i found the new smell.” he announces, proud of himself.
you glanced down at him and stifled a laugh. “what, my pussy? have you never smelled it before?”
as if realizing what he’d been doing for the first time, valko sat up, his cheeks flushed. “uh- sorry, i didn’t mean to invade your privacy like that.”
“it’s fine, valko, really. we’re dating, anyway. i’ve honestly been waiting for you to work up the courage to get down there.”
you bookmark your page and set the book down, wiggling down to get comfy against your mattress and spread your legs just slightly.
valko’s expression softens slightly, his eyes still full of curiosity. “really?”
“mhmm.” you nod and stretch your arms out, bored. “i can tell you wanna investigate..” you reach down and pull the crotch part of your loose shorts to the side, exposing the dampened fabric of your panties.
the scent hits valko stronger than before and his previous hesitation vanishes. his pupils dilate and drool pools im his mouth, threatening to spill out the corners.
he plops himself back between your thighs and noses your shorts to the side. his nose presses directly against your clit, inhaling deeply and exhaling with loud whines.
you expect him to move your panties to the side and start licking or sucking or something, but he just keeps sniffing you through them like the scent was giving him a high. you let him be for another minute before clearing your throat.
“ko, my love, do you not know how to eat someone out?” you try to ask as nicely as possible, but your voice has a hint of teasing.
he peeks up at you, yellow eyes wide with embarrassment. “no, of course i do, i’m just trying to figure out what the smell is.”
you sigh and press against his forehead, pushing his head out from between your legs. he pouts and is about to start whining again until you peel your shorts and panties off, tossing them somewhere to the side.
you take his hand and run his pointer and middle fingers through your slit, shivering at the stimulation. you guide his fingers to his nose for him to sniff, which he obviously does with vigor.
“it’s arousal. i’m aroused, valko.”
valko sniffs his own fingers heavily, giving you a distracted little. “hmm?”
you groan and grab his jaw, pull it open, and shove his wet fingers into his mouth. “do i need to hols your hand for every little thing? im horny eat me out, finger me, fuck me- do literally anything or i’m using my toys while you watch.”
“you’re horny? like, you want to reproduce?” valko asks, pieces coming together in his head. unfortunately for you, the taste and smell of you has valko’s brain thinking more werewolf than human.
you nod and lay back down, relieved that he seems to suddenly understand. “exactly- well, not quite the reproduction part, but yes to the horny part.”
his tongue was lapping at the liquid drooling from your pussy in an instant, the rough texture a new feeling for you.
it only took a minute or so for you to realize that valko… wasn’t good at this. his tongue was clunky and he was avoiding all the spots he shouldn't avoid.
you cleared your throat and scratched at his fluffy ear. “are you a virgin?”
valko continued delivering slobbery kisses to your hole. “mmhmmmm.” he answered happily, droopy eyes opening up to meet yours. “my mate..”
you raise an eyebrow, skeptical. “you’re telling me you have never slept with anyone else? you??”
he pulled back slightly, biting on your inner thigh. “never. we mate for life, and you’re my mate, aren’t you?”
“well not technically-” you counter, only for him to interrupt you with a growl.
“not yet. this counts as mating. you’re..” he goes right back to sniffing you, whining at the heady scent. his hips roll against the mattress, desperate for stimulation. “you’re in heat, i’ll fix it.”
valko slurped and prodded at your entrance, his tongue sinking in and out experimentally. slowly hur surely, he found a rhythm that made moans bubble out of you and your back arch.
you gripped his plum colored hair and pulled. a tail with the matching plum color popped up behind him and swished back and forth agressively.
your whines and pleas encouraged valko, spurring him on as he doubled his efforts. the more he went, the more wet you got, which increased the scent just millimeters from his nose. he took in big gulps of air through his nose, sniffing you while his mouth was preoccupied.
“valk- mmhhhh, fuck!” your fingers twisted in his hair, holding him still as you ground against his face.
he pushed another finger in beside the first and curled it upwards, tongue swirling around your puffy clit at the same time.
valko humped the bed, his clothed dick hard and leaky as he savored your taste.
you whined his name again and he looked up at you, his yellow eyes glowing and piercing yours in the dark room.
you knew valko was sweet and you knew he would never in a million years hurt you, but when he looked at you like that with his eyes dilated… it felt like he was hunting you.
you didn’t have time to process how helpless that made you feel and how much you liked it before you came. you think you screamed, but you’re not entirely sure. the only thing you know is that when you sat up, your body felt like lead, your head was fuzzy, and valko’s face, hair, and fluffy ears were coated in your cum.
you’d squirted on him- the poor guy had never eaten someone out before, and you’d soaked him.
“shit, i’m so sorry, i didn’t know that would-” you try to apologize, but are cut off by valko continuing yo eat you out, far more ravenous this time.
you squeak and dig your nails into the thick muscle of his shoulder. “what are you doing?! i already came- mmh!”
he hums against you, talking with his mouth full. “i know, it’s all over me- fuck, more, i need more. give me more.” he growled, feral.
your scent was too much for him to handle when it was contained in your pants, but now that it was physically on his skin and seeping into his hair and fur? it was impossible to act with decorum.
valko didn’t relent until you’d came five more times, only stopping once he realized you were crying from overstimulation.
he’d also cum numerous times in his pants, whimpering and whining in both pain and pleasure at how his knot swelled against nothing, throbbing uselessly as he wasted his cum.
valko cuddled you after, laying you on top of him and nuzzling his face (still coated in your cum) against yours. you’d chastized him for that, trying to convince him to wash it off, but he looked at you like you’d asked him to shave his tail. “you marked me, don’t you realize? i’m never cleaning my face.”
you scoff and gnaw at the spot between his shoukder and neck. “i could actually mark you if you want.”
valko’s tail thumped against the bed beside you, wagging happily. “please? please, pleaseee mark me, i’m ready.”
“mmmh. fine. but that makes me the alpha, doesn’t it?” you tease him with a smirk.
valko huffed and raised his lip, showing his fangs. “you don’t have these, do you?”
you laugh and shush him. “quiet down and let me mark you, like a good omega.”
valko growled, but whined happily when you bit at his skin.
a/n: they were supposed to fuck but i got lost im the sauce like valko
Summary: Valko explains it takes two to knot.
A/n: @reilemon, I wrote it. Lol. MDNI banner by @/ cafekitsune
Your thighs shiver as you struggle to keep them open for Valko's gentle caresses on your clit. Sensitive and swollen, you whimper as it throbs heatedly under his fingers. Small tears trace salty tracks down your cheeks and Valko kisses them away without stopping his maddening touches.
"Val, please…" you beg, nails sinking into his arm, leaving half-moon dents in his thick biceps. "Been ages...No more...just need to cum..."
He licks your ear, followed by a nibble as his free hand cups your breast, tweaking your pebbled nipple in time with his circles on your clit. "You're not ready yet mouse," he purrs, his hot breath tickling your skin.
"Do you know why I need you all hot and drippy and tender before I breed you?" That deep, throaty voice that Valko used when he was explaining biology takes over, pushing you further into sin. "Do you know how knotting works?"
You gasp as he slides a finger into your slick pussy, thrusting gently as his thumb takes over working your engorged bud. "I'm only one half of the knot, sweetheart."
Your walls clench around the invading digit, too eager for the stimulation. "What?" Mind hazy and fractured, you barely form the word.
"Yes little mouse. See, you help form the knot too." He licks the shell of your ear, tugging your nipple to keep you alert. "When I touch you like this, you get a little needier for me every second. And the needier you get, the wetter you get. And the wetter you are, the easier for me to slide right into this poor little hole that's desperate for my cock."
A shivering moan tears from your throat as his finger disappears past his knuckle, and he presses into your clit firmly, continuing those circling motions.
"What do you think happens if you're not as needy as you should be, and I slip in?" He pauses all his actions, giving you a second to gather your wits and reply, but all you could think about was having an orgasm, to fall apart on his fingers like a little pathetic toy.
"You don't know?" He chuckles lowly, but kisses your cheek. "That's ok mouse. If you did, it means I'm not touching you right." And all at once, he resumes everything, your body tight as a bowstring under his wicked ministrations.
"See, if you're not completely ready, these walls here won't swell up when I breed you. And if they aren't swollen, then it means my knot won't last as long. It'll slip out sooner. Do you want that?"
You shake your head no as you gulp in air, hips arching shamelessly against his hand.
"Good girl," Valko growls. "Yeah, you want to be knotted good as I pump you full of cum, huh? Want me all up in there as long as possible, milk me dry with those heavenly walls."
He inserts a second finger and you nearly black out from the pleasure as he scissors, stretching your walls to their limit. You cunt spasms in warning, but before the feeling can build, he pulls them out, and you're left empty and aching.
"Valko!" Tears sting your eyes and he licks them away.
"It's ok mouse. You're not ready yet. I'll knot you so good when you are." He licks and bites down your neck, leaving marks as his middle finger gathers moisture from your leaking hole and rubs it onto your clit.
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(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) SYNOPSIS struggling to take his size! (,,>﹏<,,)
(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) GENRE smut, porn with no plot
(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) INCLUDES Rafayel, Caleb, Zayne, Valko (seperate)
(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) CONTENT WARNING fem!reader | explicit content | no guaranteed spoilers of main/side quests | established relationship | possible grammar errors | not proof read | size kink | spooning (rafayel) | pet names | face down, ass up (Caleb) | cowgirl (Zayne) | prone bone (Valko)
RAFAYEL
“Nngh—! W- wait, raf’ —mmhp. . to- too bigg!” You sob out loudly, nails digging into the soft sheets that’s caught in your tight grip.
Another deafening sob is torn from your lips when Rafayel experimentally rolls his hips, his thickened tip pressed into your drooling and tight cunt. He’s laying behind you while you both are on your sides, chest flushed against your back. One of his hands holds onto your thigh tenderly, keeping one of your legs bent forward to uncover your glistening pussy.
“Mmhp. . h- haaah?” Rafayel stutters out, voice shaking and trembling as he pants and moans out your name so sweetly— it takes everything in him to compose himself and not try to satisfy that ache in his lower stomach.
He leans down to press tender, sweet, and warm bundles of kisses on your flushed skin— starting from your shoulder, neck, ending at your chin. At this, your body relaxes slightly, giving Rafayel the chance to plunge some of his length into your creamy hole with a wet squelch. You gasp out in ecstasy, fat tears prickling in the corner of your eyes from the sweet and addictive sensation of being stretched out— that bubbling in your lower belly intensifies.
“M- my pearl. . f- fuck, just l- let me—“ he murmurs out, one of his hands going over your body— fingers expertly drawing perfect circles on your swollen clit, dragging out more arousal from your cunt.
Your temporary worries melt away instantly, instead, replaced with the need to gain more of this addictive pleasure— moaning out, squirming lightly when Rafayel’s fingers pressed on your clit firmer.
“Rafayel. .” You mewl out in a breathless voice, throwing your head back, bumping into him.
Your fingers dig into the sheets harder, resisting the urge to squirm and writhe from his fingers toying with your puffy clit. Rafayel is precise and observant, finding the perfect amount of pressure to apply and what motion to utilize to have you wailing in pleasure instead of pain.
“Yesyes, fe- feel good for me. . my bride” Rafayel encourages, bucking his hips, his cock slipping into your cunt easier than before until his skin was flushed with yours— cock fully buried in your gooey walls.
More tears sprout in your eyes, breathing coming out chopping and small; it’s hard to breathe when Rafayel is filling you up soo well. . It's overwhelmingly good. He pulls his hips back; cock re-emerging, completely drenched in your sticky arousal, from your velvety walls before pressing back in slowly.
“Haaah. . nngh! F- feels good, my pearl?” Rafayel asks softly, setting a slow and tender pace, each thrust has arousal gushing from your sloppy hole.
You nod your head, moaning out Rafayel’s name. With his free hand, he guides you to glance over your shoulder by your chin— kissing your lips so gently but passionately. Tongues dragging against each other while his pace speeds up just ever so slightly, that has hot pleasure coursing through your veins.
CALEB
“Haaah hck—! ‘Leb. . yo- you’re too bigg, it won’t fit!” You whine out sadly, voice muffled slightly by the sheets, hips wiggling impatiently.
Your ass is hanging in the air while your face is pressed into the pillow, thighs parted wide to allow him to settle between them comfortably. Caleb’s cock is too fat and thick, only the bulbous tip is buried snugly in your shopping hole, leaking tons and tons of precum in your walls. It’s frustrating, you keep squirming and wriggling your hips— letting your unnecessary worries get into your head.
After all, this isn’t the first time you’ve had Caleb inside you, you doubt it would be the last too.
“Mmhp. . will it hurt?” Caleb teases softly, finger smoothing against the warm skin of your plush hips.
He slowly pulls his tip from your stuffed hole with a wet pop, slowly dragging his length through your puffy lips. . coating his length with your juices. Caleb’s heavy cock drags and grinds against your syrupy slit, tip bumping into your clit with each heavy drag. You melt from the pleasure, hole sopping and drooling new arousal.
Caleb’s fingers glide underneath your body, finding your clit easily— rolling tight circles on the puffy bud to have you gasping and drooling from his touch. His fat tip lines up with your pussy, this time, his thickness easily splits your walls apart— stretching wide until his hips are flushed with yours.
“Nngh’ ‘leb!” You squeal out, tears clouding your eyes, that heavy weight in your belly is addictive.
The lewd sight of you; face down, ass up, sweat coating and causing your skin to glisten, moaning out his name so sweetly as his grip tightening on your hips to hold you still as he thrusts his fat length into your velvety walls. Caleb’s balls slap against your puffy clit with each mean thrust, knocking out the oxygen in your lungs.
“Nngh— ohfuck. . t- there we go, baby! L- let me make ya’ feel good” he moans out, a shiver coursing through his body when your gooey walls spams and quiver around his length.
You nod your head into the pillow, melting from the overwhelming pleasure Caleb brings.
ZAYNE
“Ohmygod. . fuckk—! Shit, you’re t- too big. .” You mewl out loudly in a whiney tone, panting and exhaling out in a shaky and ragged manner due to the weight in your lower belly making it harder to breathe.
Your legs are draped along the outside of his thighs, that pretty cock of his impaling your drooling hole so perfectly— buried to the hilt of your cunt. It just felt too good, too addictive; the pleasurable ache that followed when his thickness stretched your gooey walls apart to accommodate him, the feeling of his veins drag along your velvety walls, and each jolt and twitch of his cock elicits whines. You press your hands onto Zayne’s chest, shakily rocking and rolling your hips to feel him press in deeper.
“Nghh—. . yo- you’re soo deep” you drool out, wailing and whining when he bucks his hips, letting him press in even deeper.
“but my beloved. . you managed to take me in so well” Zayne groans out, hands holding your waist gently, thumb smoothing against the slick skin in a comforting fashion.
At Zayne’s words, you whine softly, thighs trembling when his cock bobs and throbs deep inside your pussy. . deliciously brushing against your sweet spot.
“Mmh. . s- shall I aid my beloved?” He teases softly, those hooded eyes of his scans your body— taking in the sight of you perched on his lap, bodies connected in ten most lewdest way.
You nod eagerly, grip tightening on his chest as a sort of leverage. With your passionate consent; Zayne’s grip on your hips tighten ever so slightly, rolling your hips in a slow manner. . the wet slosh and squelch of your pussy fills the room as his cock stirs your walls open. With each grind, his cock brushes perfectly against your g-spot— a wave of heat washing through your body as arousal pools to your cunt.
“Hckk—! Fuckk. . god, th- this feels soo good” you slur out, eyes fluttering shit as you enjoy the sensation of pleasure coursing through your body.
You barely recognized when Zayne was slowly lifting you from his lap and pressing you back down— starting off with gentle thrusts. That painful stretch didn’t feel overly suffocating anymore, not when he’s working you open slowly— guiding you up and down while giving you sweet praises. It isn’t too long until you’re happily bouncing on his lap, moaning in delight when he presses so deep into your creamy cunt. . the wet sound of skin slapping against each other fills the room quickly.
Plap plap plapp—
“Mybeloved—. . doing soo well for me, mmhp fuckk—“ Zayne groans breathlessly between moans of your name, letting you use his body in search of your own pleasure.
VALKO
“Valkooo—! Hck! Fuckk. . t- too biggg!” You squeal out loudly into his pillow, body quivering from the pleasure. . helpless beneath him.
The sight of you is lewd; face buried into his pillow, skin slick and glistening from sweat and sticky cum, flesh flushed from the intense heat, pressed into prone bone— the scent of Valko lingers on your skin, it’s too enticing. Only the fat tip of his thick cock is buried into your drooling hole, the stretch of his tip was enough to have you squirming and shaking.
“Shh. . I’ll t- take —mmhp shit. . take c- care of you, baby” Valko pants out, his tail wagging crazily as he presses one of his hands under your body— fingers quickly finding your puffy clit.
His fingers, precise and quick, draw sweet and firm circles onto your engorged clit— drawing out a gasp of his name, cunt becoming slicker and slicker everytime he rolls your clit perfectly. Your hips jolt and twitch in ecstasy, moaning and mewling into the pillows. That stretch that once felt painful and overwhelming felt amazing, inch after inch of Valko’s fat cock plunging into your pussy slowly.
A wet, obscure squelch and slosh of your sopping cunt fills the room when only half of Valko’s length is snug in your velvety walls. That heavy weight in your stomach, this time, is welcomed.
“Haaah. . ohfuckk, d- doing great f’me” he groans out, one arm pressed to your left to keep himself hovering over your body while his other hand still rolls and pressed onto the bundle of nerves above your stretched out hole.
“Valkoo. .” You sob out, a shiver coursing through your body when he leans down to kiss your sweaty back.
“Ju- just a bit more. . —nngh fuck!” Valko grunts out, hips flushed with yours within seconds as his length is plunged deep in your gooey walls.
“Y- yes—!” You gasp out breathlessly, rolling your hips shakily.
Overwhelmed would be an understatement of the way you feel, walls forced to accommodate the thickness of his dick. Valko’s eyes dilated at the erotic sight of you, he had no choice but to pound into your quivering body— slamming his body weight on top of you to allow his length to press deeper and harder into your walls.
“Mmhp—! F- fuck. .” You squeal out loudly, moaning in delight.
“Haaah. . you’ll let me have you, right, baby? —mmhp! L- let me fill you up with my pups” he drools out, slamming his body onto yours with a wet plap, teeth finding your shoulder and back until his mark blooms on your skin.
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vampires who see blood drinking as an intimate act. you're giving yourself fully to them, putting your fragile, fleeting human life in a monster's hands. and it is erotic--their tongue trailing down the slope of your neck, your pulse thrumming beneath skin, practically calling to them... the bliss when their fangs sink in, puncturing your flesh, blood dribbling down their chin. you inhale sharply and they groan, eyes closing, savoring the warm metallic taste rushing down their throat. the sound of them gulping down your life essence, drinking greedily, unable to stop... an arm clasping your waist, the other holding your back steady to them as they feed. and they don't want to let go--you taste so, so delicious; you taste alive. to deprive themselves of such bliss is torture. but your pulse grows weaker beneath their fangs, and your hands are starting to tremble, so they must detach from your neck, not before making sure to clean their mess with their tongue. and when they see the perfect bite marks left on your neck, your body practically begging to be fed from again? it's no wonder a vampire can get drunk on their human's blood.
in which… your boyfriend tom comes back to your dorm annoyed, so you decide to try and help him feel better. requested by anon here ; i don’t write for tom riddle so i hope this was okay love! (masterlist) (nav)
the tension was thick, making the air feel heavy. tom had walked in, obviously annoyed — when wasn’t he — as he set his books down onto your dorm room table.
you didn’t know what to say to him, he probably would shut down if you forced him to talk about it. so you showed him.
you walked over to the tall brunette, lacing your arms around his shoulders and looked up at him. your eyes met his intimidating glare, holding your gaze for a second too long before you made your move.
it started small, a few pecks up and down his neck before moving to his cheeks, then his lips. the kiss started sweet, no words needed. just two lovers entangled in each other.
tom’s body language changed. suddenly, he turned to face you, arms wrapped around your waist as he dragged his hands up and down your body.
he was hungry, practically eating off your face. you smiled into his lips, your plan had worked. although, when you tried to pull away to talk to him, his hand darted to your neck to keep you there with him.
“stay.” tom demanded. nothing was sweet anymore. tom’s tongue fought for dominance in your mouth, all while his hands grabbed at your ass.
you squirmed in his arms, keeping your lips connected with his as he somehow got closer to you. tom kissed you passionately, like you were the last woman alive. then, a nearly inaudible sound left his mouth, a small whimper.
tom riddle had whimpered.
the dark lord.
he immediately pulled back, face trying to remain straight but red cheeks gave him away in a second. still, he just stared at you, all while his hands ravenously groped your ass.
“you love me, don’t you?” you asked while giggling, smiling at tom’s embarrassed face.
“hush.” he twitched, leaning in for another kiss.
tessa’s notes… okay so boom trust me more will be out soon i just have a lot of requests to get through!!
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My list of guilty pleasures couples I shipped whether they were forbidden or toxic or both in no particular order. I didn't make or own any of the gifs. Bonnie and Damon, Bamon, I actually shipped them more than I was shipping Elena with Damon. To me they were the true enemies to lovers since Elena forgave and started to like him way too fast unlike Bonnie who actually took time and love how their relationship evolved to hating to becoming soulmates eventhough it wasn't romantic but at least in a platonic way they were.
Hey could I request a smut for Damon x reader? This is filth so I understand if you don’t wanna write it but my idea was that the reader is on her period and they were just changing out then suddenly Damon’s fangs come out (and like the veins and everything) and he’s like confused about where there’s blood and relises it’s you and is worried and u just get embarrassed but he said he wouldn’t want to waist such a tasty snack or sum thing like that u can change thing to make us make more sense btw I love ur writing just came across ur page and love everything!
Thank you so much, I'm glad you like my writing! It means a lot <3 And I'll write all the filth you want! Literally as I was reading this request I could already picture it so here you go! Hope you like it😊
warnings: smut, oral sex (f receiving), period sex, blood.
"What's that smell?" Damon asked, his eyes turning a shade of red as he stared at you, confused. "Is that blood?"
Yes, it was blood. You were on your period, but you weren't going to tell him that.
You simply shrugged, trying to play dumb as his eyes searched your body for any sign of injury. "I don't know what you're smelling but it's not me."
"Take off your pants." He ordered, catching you off guard a bit as you stared at him, dumbfounded.
"What?"
"You're bleeding." He accused, pursing his lips as he waited for you to do as he said. "Did you forget I'm a vampire?"
"Fine." You said, giving in. "I'm...on my period." That last part came out as a barely audible whisper and as you looked up at him, you felt heat creeping up your neck.
"Oh." He replied, clearly surprised.
"Oh." You repeated, nodding your head slightly, the bourbon sitting on Damon's nighstand suddenly becoming the most interesting thing in the room.
You both stood there in an awkward silence for a moment before he finally said something.
"Well." He started, a small grin tugging at his lips as he stared at you, a new hunger growing inside him. "Wouldn't wanna waste such a tasty snack."
You couldn't quite believe what you were hearing. "Excuse me?"
"Come on." He whined. "I'm a vampire, what do you expect?"
"Are you sure?"
"Uh huh." He nodded, a new sense of urgency in his voice now as he stared you down.
"But it's gross."
"Well I think it's sexy." He fired back, stepping towards you, the veins around his eyes protruding even more now.
"Damon, I dunno."
"Please?" He asked, pouting at you, pressing his hands together in a praying gesture.
You were still unsure, but as he advanced closer, his cool breath fanning over your lips, all reason seemed to go out the window.
His mouth closed over yours, his hands quickly threading through your hair, and you were already becoming weak in the knees. You wondered if it was like this with humans, or maybe him being a vampire had some sort of effect on you.
Either way, all doubt about his proposal had gone now, your only focus on the way his soft lips brushed against yours.
You felt him groan against your mouth then, his grip on your hair tightening. "We gotta do this now."
You quickly obliged, letting him lead you towards his bed, laying you down and wasting no time in tearing your jeans from your body, leaving you in just your panties.
"I can't wait to taste you." He breathed out, his fangs already protruding from his mouth. You could see the desperation in his eyes.
He practically ripped your panties off, not even hesitating before ducking down to put his head between your legs, the sweet smell of blood filling his nose as he breathed you in.
You shuddered when he positioned his hands around your thighs, spreading you open for him. And when he finally closed his mouth over your sensitive nub, your hips jerked off the bed, a moan falling from your lips.
You were already overly sensitive, and Damon's mouth against you was setting your skin ablaze. And all you could do was lay there, desperately fisting the sheets as he worked his mouth over you.
"Oh my god." You breathed out, your eyes squeezing shut, your release already coming close.
Damon simply hummed against your flesh, a mixture of your blood and arousal smearing over his lips. He was in total bliss as he lapped at your clit and from the loud moans falling from your throat, he could tell you were already close.
"You gonna come?" He questioned, his voice vibrating against you, sending even more pleasure coursing through your body.
"Mhm." You muttered, bringing your hands down to grip his hair, pushing him further against you as you chased your release.
Damon resumed his movements over you, swiping his tongue through your folds as he continued to lap up the blood that was still leaking out of you.
And before long, you were reaching your release, fire exploding in your belly as your orgasm crashed over you.
"Damon! Yes!" You cried out, throwing your head back into the mattress as you clung to his hair. "Oh god!"
When you finally came, Damon made sure to lap up every last drop, groaning against your soaked pussy.
"That was incredible." He grinned, still breathless as he lifted up to look at you, blood still staining his lips. "Can't wait to do that again."
Imagine Damon Salvatore drinking your blood during sex 🫣
I hope he's not ooc!
(blood drinking (both Damon and reader), blood kink ig?, vampirism, gn!reader, readers a human, unprotected sex, I think this is it!)
"Holy fuck.. the things you do to me," he sighs, his voice wavering as your walls squeeze around him. He groans something about how tight you are, but you're too lost in the pleasure to understand him. All that comes out of your mouth is moans and whines. He takes one of his hands off your thigh and wraps his fingers around your neck, and he squeezes. The feeling has your eyes rolling back. His finger traces your pulse point, and he leans down to kiss it. The tips of his fangs brush against your soft skin. He kisses the spot just under your pulse and bites down. The feeling of being fucked stupid, and him drinking your blood is all too much and you aren't able to get a word about before your orgasm hits you. He takes a few more nice drinks of you before he pulls off your neck. His pace never faltered once, through the whole ordeal. When he's looking down at you, his eyes follow the drops of blood that drip down onto the bed beneath you both. He leans down once more to lick it and get one more taste of you.
˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰
His hips quickly snap into yours with inhuman speed. You know what he is, but it still shocks you just how fast he is. Each thrust the tip of his cock brushes against that one spot inside you that you've never been able to get with your fingers. He leans down to kiss you, a deep growl vibrates in his chest when his lips touch yours. He lifts your thighs up to wrap them around his hips, letting him get deeper than before.
"Hah... Damon, nghh," you whine and your muscles twitch, you're sensitive, and he just keeps on pounding you. "Shh... I know, I'm right here," he breathes and kisses you once more, his hips moving a big slower now, and he bites his wrist and presses it against your lips, and you quickly drink. He groans, and you can feel him twitch inside of you. It's not long before his orgasm hits him, emptying himself inside of you.
He pulls out of you, and you whimper. He lays beside you and gently strokes your face, pulling you close to kiss you. You can taste the metallic tang of your blood on his tongue, and it's the best thing you ever tasted, and from the growl he lets out into your mouth, you know he can taste his own blood on you. He litters kisses down your jaw and neck, and he kisses your pulse point once more before moving away. "You did so good for me. Now come on, let's get cleaned up, and maybe if I'm feeling nice, we'll have some shower sex," he smirks and kisses you again, effortlessly lifting you up into his arms and into the bathroom.
• Damon isn't "gentle"... but with you, he can be. He won't admit it, but he lets his guard down around you because he feels comfortable, and he likes to treat you with respect.
• He's extremely observant with you, noticing small changes in you, how you stop talking if you're feeling down, how you fidget with your hands if you're uncomfortable, how you avoid looking around. And as soon as he detects it, he tries to address what's bothering you. He takes your hand without asking and leads you away from noise or people; he doesn't care about interrupting anything or anyone. If someone was the cause of your stress, his expression changes completely, and that person better pray... because Damon doesn't forgive easily, especially when he's hungry.
• With you, he uses physical contact like there's no tomorrow. His hands are always touching you: your waist, your face, your hands, your legs, your thighs. Damon loves to touch you in every way possible, depending on the situation.
•Damon knows exactly what you like, where you like his touch, the positions you prefer, the timing, whether you'd prefer something softer or rougher that day. The more you enjoy it, the more Damon enjoys it. One of his biggest turn ons is seeing and feeling you enjoy what he's doing to you.
• Damon might say, “It’s not that I’m worried about you, it would just be inconvenient if you died,” but he’s been watching over you for hours to make sure you’re okay. He’s terrible at admitting his feelings, but his actions betray him completely.
• Damon has been living for over a century, so of course he knows how to be a gentleman. He opens doors for you, pulls out a chair for you, remembers small details, and always walks with a hand on your back. He might be a walking disaster, but in important moments, he appears with an elegance from another era.
• He might be in love with you and love you deeply, but no one can take away his sarcasm. He’ll most likely say things to annoy you and then respond with something romantic. (I’d melt, tbh)
• The version he shows to the world is arrogant and provocative, but with someone he trusts, the calmer Damon would appear—the one who listens, remembers stories, and lets his fears show.
• He would be very protective, but he would learn boundaries. His first reaction to danger would be to want to solve everything on his own, but over time, you show him that in a healthy relationship with someone like you, protecting doesn't mean controlling. Although he'll most likely forget about boundaries and continue behaving just as protectively towards you.
• The first time he bites you, it would be very difficult for him because his biggest fear would be becoming someone who hurts the person he loves. Obviously, he would ask for your consent first. If you agree, he would do it very carefully and only a little so as not to hurt you and to keep control.
• Once he realizes you like being bitten, he won't stop. He tries to do it gently, but if he's very aroused in the moment, he might be rougher and leave marks in hidden areas so as not to raise suspicion. The taste of your blood drives him wild.
• He would probably have mixed feelings about the decision to transform you into a vampire. Part of him would say that being a vampire means no one can easily hurt you because Damon knows how dangerous it is to be human in his world. But another part wouldn't want you to have to bear this burden because he knows the loneliness, guilt, and weight of live for centuries. Damon knows that immortality comes at a price, so he wants you to have the choice; he doesn't want to decide for you.
• Confessing to you that he's a vampire would be incredibly frustrating for him. He'd try to drop hints, act differently, and things like that. Eventually, he'd get tired of pretending and tell you straight up, without beating around the bush. After saying it like that, he'd explain that it's not something he chose, that he's made mistakes, and that he understands you need time to process it.
• Damon would have a constant internal battle between "I'm a mess, stay away from me" and "Please stay because you're one of the few things that make me feel human." That contradiction haunts him every night. (And it's Stefan's torment to have to listen to him talk about you for nine hours straight.)
• He's going to annoy you every day, pretend you're a distraction, and make sarcastic comments all the time, but if anyone tries to hurt you, they'll find out exactly why Stefan calls him "dangerous."
Note: I just started the show and I'm in love with Damon...
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Imagine Damon Salvatore drinking your blood during sex 🫣
I hope he's not ooc!
(blood drinking (both Damon and reader), blood kink ig?, vampirism, gn!reader, readers a human, unprotected sex, I think this is it!)
"Holy fuck.. the things you do to me," he sighs, his voice wavering as your walls squeeze around him. He groans something about how tight you are, but you're too lost in the pleasure to understand him. All that comes out of your mouth is moans and whines. He takes one of his hands off your thigh and wraps his fingers around your neck, and he squeezes. The feeling has your eyes rolling back. His finger traces your pulse point, and he leans down to kiss it. The tips of his fangs brush against your soft skin. He kisses the spot just under your pulse and bites down. The feeling of being fucked stupid, and him drinking your blood is all too much and you aren't able to get a word about before your orgasm hits you. He takes a few more nice drinks of you before he pulls off your neck. His pace never faltered once, through the whole ordeal. When he's looking down at you, his eyes follow the drops of blood that drip down onto the bed beneath you both. He leans down once more to lick it and get one more taste of you.
˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰
His hips quickly snap into yours with inhuman speed. You know what he is, but it still shocks you just how fast he is. Each thrust the tip of his cock brushes against that one spot inside you that you've never been able to get with your fingers. He leans down to kiss you, a deep growl vibrates in his chest when his lips touch yours. He lifts your thighs up to wrap them around his hips, letting him get deeper than before.
"Hah... Damon, nghh," you whine and your muscles twitch, you're sensitive, and he just keeps on pounding you. "Shh... I know, I'm right here," he breathes and kisses you once more, his hips moving a big slower now, and he bites his wrist and presses it against your lips, and you quickly drink. He groans, and you can feel him twitch inside of you. It's not long before his orgasm hits him, emptying himself inside of you.
He pulls out of you, and you whimper. He lays beside you and gently strokes your face, pulling you close to kiss you. You can taste the metallic tang of your blood on his tongue, and it's the best thing you ever tasted, and from the growl he lets out into your mouth, you know he can taste his own blood on you. He litters kisses down your jaw and neck, and he kisses your pulse point once more before moving away. "You did so good for me. Now come on, let's get cleaned up, and maybe if I'm feeling nice, we'll have some shower sex," he smirks and kisses you again, effortlessly lifting you up into his arms and into the bathroom.
A/N: I've a thing for doing Headcanon ABCs rn they're so so cool
A = Aftercare (What he’s like after sex)
Damon is surprisingly good at aftercare when he actually cares. He’ll pull you against his chest, stroke your hair, kiss the bite marks he left, and murmur filthy praises mixed with soft “you did so good, baby girl.” But if he’s in a dark mood… aftercare is just him licking his own cum off your thighs while smirking.
B = Body Part (His favorite body part of his and yours)
His favorite body part of himself is his own face. He loves making you look at him while he fucks you, forcing eye contact so you see every smug expression, every smirk, every time his eyes darken with lust. His favorite body part on you is your wrists. He’s obsessed with pinning them above your head, wrapping his fingers around them, biting them, and feeling your pulse race under his tongue.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)
Damon loves to cum inside you. He finds it primal and possessive. He’ll push it back in with his fingers afterward, whispering “Mine” while watching it drip out. He also enjoys cumming on your tits or stomach just so he can see you covered in him.
D = Dirty Talk (He talks you through it?)
Extremely filthy and constant. Damon never shuts up. Expect lots of “Look at you, taking my cock like such a good little slut”, “You’re dripping for me already?”, “Cum on my fingers, princess. Let me feel you squeeze.” He mixes praise and degradation perfectly.
E = Experience (How experienced is he?)
Extremely experienced. 170+ years of practice. He knows exactly how to play your body like an instrument. He can make you cum in under a minute or edge you for hours. He’s tried almost everything and has zero shame about it
F = Favorite Position
Any position where he can manhandle you. He loves doggy style because he can grip your hips, pull your hair, and slam into you while watching your ass bounce. Missionary with your legs over his shoulders is another favorite – he can pin you down, choke you lightly, and look into your eyes while he destroys you. He’ll also fuck you against walls, on counters, or bent over furniture so he can move you however he wants.
G = Goofy (Is he more serious or humorous?)
He can be playful and sarcastic even during sex. He’ll smirk and make cocky comments like “Aw, can’t handle it, baby?” right before pounding you harder just to prove his point. The cocky grin never leaves his face when he’s making you fall apart.
H = Hair (How well-groomed is he? Does the carpet match the drapes?)
Damon keeps himself well-groomed almost bald but not completely bare (except his balls those are completely shaved) . He likes the way your fingers feel tugging on the dark trail leading down. He doesn’t care much about your hair – the wetter and messier you are, the better.
I = Intimacy (How is he during the moment?)
Can be surprisingly intimate when he’s in a rare soft mood. Slow, deep thrusts, eye contact, biting your lip while he tells you you’re his forever. Most of the time though? Raw, animalistic, and possessive as hell.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
He does it thinking about you constantly. Especially when you’re mad at him or ignoring him. He’ll stroke himself in his room while imagining punishing you later. Sometimes he’ll send you a voice note of him moaning your name.
K = Kink (One or more of his kinks)
Damon is into blood play, choking, light bondage, edging, overstimulation, and exhibitionism. He loves feeding from you while he fucks you, leaving possessive bite marks, and making you wear his shirt with nothing underneath in public just so he can slip his hand under it whenever he wants.
L = Location (Favorite places to do it)
He’ll fuck you anywhere. The boarding house, your room, the Mystic Grill bathroom, the woods, the roof of the Grill, Stefan’s bed (just to piss his brother off), the Camaro, even the cemetery when he’s feeling particularly wicked.
M = Motivation (What turns him on?)
Nothing turns him on faster than you being a brat. Talk back to him, roll your eyes, wear something short just to tease him — he’ll have you bent over the nearest surface in seconds. Your moans and the way you say his name when you’re desperate also drive him insane.
N = No (Something he wouldn’t do)
Sharing. Absolutely not. He will kill anyone who even looks at you too long while you’re naked Damon is extremely possessive and jealous. He will never let anyone else touch you. Also hates gags — he wants to hear every single moan, whimper, and scream you make. He wants to hear every moan, whimper, scream, and “Damon” that comes out of your mouth. No silencing his favorite sounds.
O = Oral (Preference giving or receiving)
Expert level. Damon loves eating you out like he’s starving, using his tongue, fangs grazing just enough to make you jolt, and sucking on your clit until your legs shake. He also loves when you suck him off — he’ll grip your hair, fuck your throat, and praise you the whole time. But definitely likes more to receive it feeds his ego so so much watching you on your knees
P = Pace (Is he fast and rough or slow and sensual?)
He can go from slow and teasing (edging you for hours) to brutally fast and deep. He usually starts controlled and ends feral, pounding you until you can’t think straight. Cause honestly soft is not his thing is always rough
Q = Quickie (His opinions on quickies)
Master of quickies. He’ll drag you into a closet, the bathroom, or the back of the Camaro and fuck you hard and fast, making sure you both cum before anyone notices. And are a regular thing due to his insane libido
R = Risk (Is he game to experiment? Does he take risks?)
Vampire stamina is unfair like insane. He can fuck you for hours straight no round count, all night, without getting tired. He’ll make you cum over and over until you’re a trembling, oversensitive mess begging for mercy.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can he go?)
Vampire stamina is unfair literally inhuman and he fucking knows it. He can fuck you for hours no interruptions, all night, uncountable rounds without getting tired. He’ll make you cum over and over until you’re a trembling, oversensitive mess begging for mercy.
T = Toys (Does he own/use toys?)
He’s not against them. He loves using vibrators on you while he fucks you, or watching you use one on yourself for his entertainment. But it's not really his thing he always says his favorite “toy” is still his own body and his fangs and doesn't needs anything else.
U = Unfair (How much he likes to tease)
So unfair. Damon is a mother fucker and he fucking loves teasing and edging you until you’re crying and begging so hard . He’ll pull out right when you’re about to cum, smirk, say “Not yet, baby. I want to hear you say please like you mean it.” and give some tiny clit slaps n repeat
V = Volume (How loud is they?)
He's so fucking loud and vocal. He groans, growls, moans your name, and talks dirty the entire time. He wants you loud too — the louder you are, the harder he fucks you it really gets him off.
W = Wild card (Random headcanon)
He secretly loves when you wear his leather jacket and nothing else. He’ll fuck you while you still have it on, smelling himself all over you. Also loves when you blood share during sex he can cum just from that
X = X-ray (What’s going on under the clothes?)
Thick, long, and slightly curved (circa 8.3 cause being a vampire has his perks). Perfect for hitting every spot. He knows exactly how to use it and loves making you feel every inch. It even makes a belly bulge that Damon loves to make fun of it
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Constant yearning 24/7. Even after he just had you, he’s already thinking about the next time. He can get hard again in seconds and will drag you back to bed (or the nearest surface).
Z = Zzz (How quickly he sleeps afterwards)
He doesn’t sleep much (actually vampires don't sleep at all) , but he loves holding you after. He’ll stay awake watching you sleep, tracing the marks he left on your body, feeling ridiculously possessive and satisfied.
