You Want To Play First One To Moan Loseswhere We Both Get High And Grind On Each Other And While Fully

You want to play “first one to moan loses”where we both get high and grind on each other and while fully clothed until one of us can’t stay quiet anymore.

Winner gets to do whatever they want to loser

no, but seriously, its not even funny how quickly my morals would go out of the window if a vampire flashed their fangs at me.

im so lucky they arent real bc id be called out on my fetishisation of the undead community faster than you can say bloodbait.

youd catch me hanging around seedy bars looking to get caught out all alone, and when im found the next morning, id be as pale as a corpse, teeth marks anywhere close to an artery, boxers bunched around my ankles and cum running down the inside of my thigh, and the dopiest fucking grin on my face.

better yet if im a stray they take home. they dont even have to treat me that well, they just have to promise they'll let me suck them off/eat them out from time to time.

and even better than that, if i was the centrepiece of a vampire ball? you wouldnt even have to chain me down onto the table, i hopped my eager little ass right on up there first.

Thinking about sinking my teeth into somebody right as they start to cum. Feeling their body arch under me as they ride out an orgasm mixed with the feeling of my fangs in their neck?? That sounds like the best mix of pleasure and pain imo

Hey (with the intention of fucking you while wearing a Ghostface mask)

so, you know how autistic/adhd people tend to focus better while they're doing something with their hands, looking at something interesting, listening to music, that kinda stuff?

autistic bf who starts infodumping to you about his special interest or most recent hyperfixation in that causal monotone voice he usually has, and you're smiling and nodding along, paying attention the best you can. but then after a few minutes, his hand rests on your inner thigh, tracing circles on it gently and slowly moving closer and closer to the crotch of your pants, still talking in the exact same tone. your breath hitches. you lose focus for a second.

"what? i just need something to keep my hands busy, y'know?"

he keeps talking, getting really into explaining it to you, talking excitedly. but you can't pay attention anymore, because his hand has moved down underneath the waistband of your pants now, the other grabbing your waist but slowly trailing down to your ass, his fingers starting to slip inside you and work in and out of you. you start to let out soft moans and whines and you arch your back a little, and he stops. you look at him, confused and silently pleading. he gives you a little smile as he pulls his hand away.

"why would i keep going if you're not paying attention, baby?"

if getting off on hearing pretty boys moan my name is wrong then brother I don't want to be right.