#vampire bf

But instead he simply whines and cuddles in closer. It’s only then that you notice he’s shivering. A soft “What’s wrong, darling?” croaks past your lips. He doesn’t respond, letting his actions speak louder as his hands slip under your shirt and brush along your soft stomach as if trying to steal up all your warmth. You hiss at his touch, his usually cold skin even colder for some reason. “You’re freezing,” you can’t help but exclaim the obvious.

Your vampire bf whimpers, nodding his head within the warm fold of your neck. “Need your warmth. Need your heat, baby please,” he says in a soft whine, one hand tugging at the seam of your shorts and giving you an idea of what he means.

As soon as you’ve pulled your panties down, he’s sliding himself between the warm supple flesh of your thighs. He hisses in the space of her neck, his body shuddering with pleasure.

Your lips part, feeling his throbbing cock push its way through your legs, so close to where you need him. His tip bumping up against your clit with every snap of his hips. Arousal pools within you till it drips onto his cock. Your bf growls, hips moving faster.

“Ah, fuck! More. Please,” you beg, baring your neck once again. Your hips tilt, craving the feeling of being filled by him.

“My heart, I could devour you whole and still crave more," he rumbles, his hips bucking to catch every drop of your essence on his length.

His hand tenderly cups the underside of your neck and brings it to his lips. You sense the heat of his breath and goosebumps rise along your arms a second before you feel the sharp prick of pleasure caused by his fangs. You shiver as he slowly sinks them all the way in.

The combination of his fangs inside you and the way he slows down the rocking of his hips causes your eyes to droop as you begin to drift back to sleep. His hand massages your plush thigh, gently shifting it back over his own, legs intertwining.

With your thighs open, your bf has easy access to slide his length inside your eager and dripping walls. You both moan as he pushes past your entrance, his girth carefully stretching your precious pussy as he takes his time stuffing you full of him. Bringing a delicious dull ache to the apex of your thighs.

He settles in once he’s buried his length to the hilt, your hips fitting together like two puzzle pieces. He relaxes against your body and wraps every limb that he can around you. Cocooning your being in his protective embrace. Making you feel exactly as treasured as you are.

“That’s better,” he slurs contently in an attempt to speak with his fangs in your neck. Soon after you start to feel his skin warming back up against your own. You smile softly, finally falling back asleep and happy you were able to help him.

Pairing: vampire x fem human reader

Summary: your vampire mate is going through a mating frenzy. You have no choice but to ride it out with him.

Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, p in v sex, well-endowed 🍆, vampire bites, lots 💦.

The night air was thick with lust.

The room was dark, the flickering candles casting dancing shadows on the walls.

Fabric ripped, touches urgent, bodies tingling.

Cold hands were wrapped around you, fangs sank into your neck as strong hips pistoned inside you. Your vampire boyfriend was going through a mating frenzy, you’d been fucking since morning and he still wasn’t satisfied, his need for you consuming him. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your heart racing in your chest. Two big hands cupped your breasts, flicking your nipples while jerking your body back and forth on his rigid cock.

Again and again, he pushed inside you, his thick veined shaft stretching and invading you. His hips snapped forward relentlessly, squelching sounds echoing. Affected by the mating fever, he cupped your neck, his lips crashing down on yours, tongue slipping inside your mouth. Your tongues brushed hungrily. You could taste the metallic tang of your blood on his lips.

“Fuuuck, baby, you drive me insane,” he growled, his hands roaming over your curves.

There was raw need in his eyes. The mating frenzy had affected you and his need, mirrored your own.

“Nnn—need you,” you whimpered in time with his frantic thrusts.

“You’re mine,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “All of you. Mine.”

“Hmmm… ’m yours.” You cried out. “Harder! Pl…ease!”

Rough hands pulled your hair back, exposing more of your neck.

"As hard as you want, sweetheart," the vampire growled before sinking his fangs back into your flesh. You winced, palms flat on the wall in front of you, feeling blissful ecstasy as he sucked hungrily at your nape.

“My mate,” he hissed, his voice low as he pumped erratically in you from behind. “I’m going to bury myself so deep. Going to bathe you with my cum.“

Eyes blazing with raw hunger, he fucked you, his thrusts growing more and more erratic. Your pussy was drenched, wet sounds echoing, mingling with your moans and his growls. Every thrust jerked you whole body and made your knees weak. You could barely stand. A few more primal thrusts and he brought you to the edge. You shuddered, tears streaming down your cheeks as you cried out his name and came around his pounding cock.

His movements faltered for a moment, as if wanting to enjoy the convulsing of your walls around him. His eyes met yours, pride in their depths. He kissed you, then he was turning you over, gripping your hips and lifting you against him. Your tits pressed against his chest, legs wrapping around him.

A smooth glide and he was deep up your cunt, your bodies fused together. With a choked sob, you buried your face in his neck, your body shuddering as he lifted you and lowered you on his cock. He came with a groan, the force of his release filling you, his cock throbbing violently inside you. Another orgasm was forced from you, less intense, but still your breaths remained ragged and uneven.

“Good, so good for me,” he drawled, his voice strained.

You held him close, fingers stroking his hair. “I love you.”

He trembled against you. “Fuck, sweetheart, I don’t deserve you.”

“We deserve each other.”

Like, they press a kiss to your lips—maybe it's your first, but it's their first in decades. They've been aching for this, for something tender and sweet, craving something different from the rush and high of the blood-soaked tongues that marked their 200s, slipping in and out in a wet mess. But even though they've been aching with want for tenderness, their lips remain cold. They can't help but press into you further, almost trying to steal some of your warmth, basking in the soft friction.

And their hands—their hands are all around you. At first, they rest over your clothes, but it's not close enough. It's never close enough. Nothing is ever close enough. They want to live inside you, rest within your ribcage, and the blazing force you call your heart. At least that way, you'll keep them forever. That way, they can truly live to serve you. So, their hands slip under your clothes, maybe giving tender, apologetic strokes as you jump at the biting cold of their fingers against your skin.

Even when they fuck, they're cold—so cold it's almost mocking. They fuck with an endless desire, with monstrous abandon laced with hysterical devotion, and it makes you feel feverish: skin hot to the touch, sweat dripping down your hairline, heart racing, almost panting but not quite. This only makes them more obsessed. It makes them fuck harder, faster, with more force and pressure—anything to see more of you like this, to feel you like this.

And when you come down, they hold you in their arms, whispering how you're their sun. How, for so long, the world was barren without you, flowers unable to grow. The earth was a grey tundra. They tell you that sometimes they think they're just a planet in your orbit, that they don't believe in cosmic forces but instead believe in your gravitational pull.

Doomed lovers

Using zine-o-ween prompts

Story version:

Buying something for yourself? No your not darling dearest he's got it. His money is your money. You don't even need to lift your hand to swipe the card he has it. Just stand there looking pretty for him.

Hungry? He's taking you to any restaurant your craving. Price is no matter. Need a reservation? No you don't he bought that restaurant long ago. New restaurant thst just opened up? Guess he has to buy that one too, his darling dearest is waiting in no line.

You want to roll around in gold coins? He doesn't understand why you would want to do this at all but his darling dearest wants it so he guesses he'll do it. How could he say no to your pouting face?

— KINKTOBER: VAMPIRE SEX

“ooh, sayin' who’s gonna fuck you like me?” — the weeknd, shameless.

damon salvatore x vampire!fem!reader

rough sex, biting, blood play, begging, desperate kisses, a little toxic “can’t stay away from you” energy.

post halloween party sex w the eternal stud

~ KINKTOBER ~

the front door of the boarding house barely clicked shut before damon had you against it. his lips crushed into yours, tongue sliding past your teeth like he’d been starving all night. you clawed at his shirt, already tugging at buttons until they scattered to the floor. he groaned into your mouth, that wicked smirk curving against your lips as he pinned both your wrists above your head with one hand.

“you should’ve seen yourself tonight,” he rasped, grinding his hips into yours, erection already hard and heavy against your thigh. “dressed like sin, letting all those little humans look at you. shameless.” his free hand dragged up your thigh, hitching your leg around his hip. “but you’re mine.”

you bit down on his bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood. the metallic rush coated your tongue and damon growled, slamming you harder into the door. “fuck—” his eyes flickered crimson, pupils blown wide, “—you want to play that game?”

before you could answer, he vamp-sped you upstairs. in the next heartbeat, your back hit his bedroom door, your panties already tugged to the side as two fingers plunged inside you, hard and fast. you moaned, head falling back against the wood, fangs dropping as your body clenched around him.

damon—”

“say it,” he demanded, curling his fingers, pressing his thumb against your clit until your knees buckled. “say you need me.”

your voice broke into a whimper, desperation spilling from your lips. “i need you.”

that grin—devilish, sharp, dripping with hunger—flashed before his mouth found your throat. his fangs sank in at the same time his fingers fucked you harder, pleasure and pain crashing through you in one blinding wave. You cried out, nails raking down his chest, leaving red trails he didn’t bother healing. he liked the sting. (a/n:kinky bitch-)

when you bit him back—sharp, claiming—his hips jerked forward against yours, cock straining against denim. “god, you feel fucking perfect,” he groaned, pulling his fingers out and shoving you onto the bed.

you barely had time to breathe before he was inside you in one rough thrust, filling you so deep you gasped. damon didn’t wait, didn’t give you time to adjust—he set a brutal pace, every slam of his hips making the headboard crack against the wall.

your moans tangled with his groans, the sound of skin against skin filthy in the silence of the room. his hand wrapped in your hair, yanking your head back so he could lick at the blood still trickling down your neck. “look at you,” he panted, fucking into you harder, “a damn wreck for me.”

you raked your nails down his back, your legs locked around his waist to pull him deeper. he hissed, fangs scraping your jaw before he kissed you again—messy, bloody, perfect.

when his thumb pressed to your clit again, you shattered, screaming his name, your body convulsing as pleasure tore through you. damon groaned into your mouth, fucking you through it, chasing his own release until he spilled inside you with a growl, hips slamming against yours one final time.

you laid there, trembling, your chest heaving against his. damon kissed you slow, his lips swollen, his smirk lazy and satisfied.

“you’re all mine right? he whispered, licking a streak of blood from your throat.

and shamelessly—you wanted nothing else.

(just realized that this was my first damon smut-)

a/n: that gif is so hot 😩😩😩 (coming from a stefan girlyy)

move elena it’s my turn!