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[volceloid]

Fascinating things about r/gonewildaudio

This is me infodumping my current hyperfixation on basically amateur porn, so skip that if you want.

On the other hand it IS fascinating, and it is this blog’s official line that “stuff to jerk off to” is just as real and valid and particular a part of culture as anything else.

r/gonewildaudio is a Subreddit focused around creating, posting, and sharing erotic audio.

[1] The standard format is like somewhere between a radio play and one half of a phone sex conversation - performers will portray one character interacting with another audience-perspective character WHOSE LINES ARE SILENT AND IMPLIED.

This means that the best writers and performers have to craft dialogue really well, use vocal nuance, and diegetic SFX to tell the entire story; median artists tend to use repetition (“What? Y-you want me to take off my shirt and perform this incredibly specific fetish? Okay.”); bad ones basically retreat from inhabiting a character to narrate.

[2] There are, broadly put, 3 types of recordings put out. Ones where the performer wrote the script (or at least conceived the scenario) themselves; “ramblefaps” which is basically someone talking dirty while masturbating with no scenario; and script offer/script fills.

This last category might be the majority, it’s where one writer will compose and post a script that performers then see and pick to record. It is ALMOST-ALWAYS cross-gender, so women will be performing fantasies composed by a straight man for an intended audience of straight men and vice versa.

[4] It is hetero as all hell. There is basically no queer content. SOMEtimes a woman will post a ramblefap marked F4A (“all”) or a scenario where she mentions (to the male audience stand-in) that she’s also into girls but that’s it. Not even any sissification stuff that I could see, which is surprising cause those guys are all about the “girl softly talking nasty to you” format.

(My experience is entirely off F4M performances, because I’m also hetero as all hell.)

[5] A lot more women into Fsub fantasies, and a lot, lot, lot more into rape fantasies, than you might think based on common depiction of “where is American womanhood at in 2019”

Part of it surely is the more forbidden something is the more fetish fuel it is, part of it is surely the result of filtering on people who enjoy offering themselves up as a sexual outlet for strangers, and it’s all just fantasy anyway. But I am reminded of those tube-site stats that showed that female viewers were really strongly drawn to videos with violence against women.

[6] There’s a definite age split in the women performers that has a few effects.

Like half of them I get the vibe they’re late 30s or 40s, that sweet spot in between “biker wife” and “has shelves specifically dedicated to SF/F”. Renaissance faire sex freaks, basically. They mostly just seem to focus on whatever their tastes are.

The other of them are college students or early 20s, they’re more likely to have a Patreon  and do custom commissions and treat it as a side-gig, posting on a regular weekly schedule and listening to other girls as *market research*. They’ll still gravitate to their own kinks, but they seem to have a better sense of their output as product from the audience perspective.

Which is to say more… professional. Talking about it is still tabooed there, but I have the sense this is not the first time many of these girls have acted as erotic artists. This is the fruit of the generation that grew up with AO3, Omegle, Snapchat, Tumblr, ubiquitous and private cellphone cameras. I grew up consuming internet porn sure, they came up as producers - performers or curators. Of all the effects of ubiquitous internet porn on youths I’ve heard speculated, I never heard anyone consider that by the time they’re 22 or so they would come out really *good* at porn. I’m interested what’ll come of that. (We sure wouldn’t have had rock and roll if no one under 18 played guitar.)

[7] It’s adjacent to a lot of things, really. It’s adjacent to camgirling, obviously. It’s adjacent to ASMR, on the “girl pleasing you by talking softly in your ear” beat. It’s adjacent to erotica and h-manga just by being actually plotted, adjacent to podcasting and streaming in that it depends on a boom in prosumer audio recording equipment.

[8] There’s a common pattern where people join, get really intensely involved for 6 months or so and then delete their account and fall away. And several people explain that this came from emotional burnout and intimacy overload. That one of the best ways to bond with someone is share an orgasm with them, and posting a popular audio you’re basically sharing an orgasm with thousands of people.

And some of them reach out to you and there really is something in common, kinks at minimum, and you’ve already exposed your vulnerability and your true inner self and that speeds intimacy along, and you’ll record their scripts and vice versa or you’ll at least message about your days, but after enough of this you’ve accumulated TOO MANY INTIMATES, more than you have the time or emotional labor to service as a co-intimate but they didn’t particularly do anything wrong so you feel bad about letting them down and eventually it builds up too much and…

[9] Of course some that reach out there ISN’T that bond, you hear they get a lot of harassment and whatnot and if even women talking about anodyne stuff on twitter get that you can imagine it for them. I mean, celebrities and porn stars have problems with stalkers and with them it’s at broadly admitted that the characters they portray (at least before gonzo when they portrayed characters), or even the “celebrity” persona (ostentatiously fake porn names!) are not the “real them”, here you don’t even have that distance.

(And of course by now the business model of the old SFV studio porn is you *can* fuck the porn stars, no one makes much money off shoots anymore, it’s advertising for their real career as high-end escorts. This is, incidentally, a similar model [maybe as “sugar baby” or just “trophy wife”] as long prevailed for even non-stripper dancers like ballerinas, cheerleaders, or rap video girls)

At the same time… around twitter and things you see people asking “what could possibly make guys think women want to see their dick pics/breathy texts”. And I mean, “well, for 20 minutes (or if you listen through a whole body of work 4 hours) she masturbated while whispering dirty things about herself in my ear and trying to get me excited by saying she wanted me and loves to be used by men without asking” is probably the most reasonable possible answer there. If someone did that and then scolded you if you pulled your wang out or called her a filthy whore under other circumstances, it would just be odd. And I get that it matters that that wasn’t specifically for you but “oh, she does that for any and every random stranger” does not intuitively suggest more delicacy.

[volceloid]

i just know they hit that one spot. every time. each thrust.

[volceloid]

Good evening, gooner nation of Tumblr. How we feeling? It’s been a year since we’ve had the banning of P-hub in some states…Since then, I’ve come across some great findings that I’d like to share. These recs are based off the first audios of male VAs I’ve listened to, that instantly made me a fan. These men were the ones who set my standards!! They’ve left such good first impressions on me & have recognizable voices, so I still remember how I found them 😌 I have pretty high standards when it comes to these, I promise that you will be hearing fun, sexy, and immersive audios made with real effort, because I’m not into those low-effort whimper audios on Discord/Twitter. I wanna be imagining a whole cinematic masterpiece if I’m gonna be listening to some dude grunting, panting, growling, whimpering, and moaning! 🤓 Without further ado…I'm gonna ramble about the men who made me fall in love this niche lolz—

1.) ZSakuVA - “Strict Professor Keeps You After Class {ASMR Audio} [M4A] [Part 1]”

Plot: after blatantly confessing about your crush on him in an assignment you’ve submitted, your professor decides to have a word with you after class…(ps. this series is now 19 videos long lmao)

THIS was pretty much my introduction to the world of spicy audios. It gave me butterflies when I first listened to it ❤️ I was just an innocent lonely teen during the pandemic and I hadn’t been exposed to p-hub yet, so just this was enough to get to me excited. I was so flabbergasted when they started making out haha—but I think this would be a good start for newbies. It’s vanilla, quality voice acting, immersive-but-not-overwhelming SFX, spicy but not explicit, (M)4A, and on a decent website like YouTube. Plus I remember the comments being fun to read while listening XD

Not gonna lie, his other audios weren’t my cup of tea, but I really enjoyed his professor character. Now as an adult, I went back to listen to the rest of the prof audios, and the series is so good. I actually got quite invested in the story…like it’s not just simply “ASMR” at this point lol.

2.) YourNightlyDesires - “[M4F] [Spicy ASMR] Catching A Thief Break In” or “Thief Breaks In And Takes Something Else” & “Officer Pulls You Over and Has His Way”

Plot: #1) you come from wealth, making your family’s fortune a prime target for thieves. In the middle of the night, you catch a thief breaking into your home…in a desperate effort to stop him from taking your family’s treasures, you offer your virginity. #2)an officer pulls you over for going over the speed limit. after doing a body search on you, he finds the “cause” of your distraction and pulls it out of you…

Those are the titles of the previews on YouTube. I forgot what it’s called on the hub, and I can’t check because of the ban 💀 but I found him on p-hub first. I put two audios in this entry because I remember listening to his officer audio 2-3 years ago, back when I wasn’t tracking my p0rn and not deep into the world of M4F audio yet. When I finally got really into the niche last year, I found his thief audio, enjoyed it a lot, and scrolled through his channel, leading me to find his officer audio. That’s when I realized “wait, I’ve listened to him before”.

I think his audios are also great for newbies, if you're still figuring out what you enjoy, because he has a wide range. He's quite adventurous, YND goes from sweet vanilla BF, DILF, clown, android— to a centaur destroying your insides 😭 and he makes previews that don’t have the *plap-plap-plap* scene hehe, so he's got quite the menu to try out. I miss listening to this man so much! He put some of his old audios on Newgrounds, but I’ve already listened to all of them and his newer ones are still only on phub T~T. YND has a special place in my heart because he was the first NSFW VA I was a fan of on p-hub. I really enjoyed his voice acting, concepts, and sound design as well. Did I mention he makes killer animation as well? He’s so talented. He also does M4M and M4A!

3.) RedBoxVO - “[M4F] Male Coworker Takes Control In The Rain [Male Masturbating Female] [Public Masturbation] [Short Audio] [One Listener Orgasm] [Dirty Talk] [Encouragement] [Sound Design] [Pussy Fingering] [Male Dominant] [Risky] [Part 1]”

Plot: you are a new hire, sitting with your co-worker at the bus stop on a cold rainy night, both waiting for the next bus. he notices you shivering and offers to keep you warm, maybe help "pass time" before the next bus arrives…

LMAO do u see how these titles are getting more explicit? This is such a throwback. RedBox was my first r/gonewildaudio VA, but I didn’t know that at the time coz I didn’t even know that subreddit existed yet. Apparently this was his first audio, and it happened to be the first of his that I listened to^^ Back then he only had a few audios out, but now he’s got more than I could count 😪 time really does fly huh? I was there when his co-worker series only had 2 parts. I stumbled across him when YND didn’t have any new audios out yet, and he scratched my itch. (2025 update: he made a part 5 lol)

One thing he does differently is that his speaker characters have inner dialogue, so it’s a mix of narrative and RP. His sound design is also impressive, considering that was his first audio. I find some of his acting bit cartoony for my current taste, some of his one-liners are so corny bro, like what…is he RE4 2005 Leon? LMAO, but I still think the office co-worker series was pretty hot. He also does video game character audios, like Love and Deepspace, so check him out if you’re into that.

4.) Qarnivore - “[M4F A Good Student's Reward [Mdom][Gentle][Professor][Student][Oral][Whispering][Growling][Clit Slaps][Teasing][Beg for Me]”

Plot: as the overachieving teacher’s pet, you got a perfect score on the test, AND did the extra credit. Your prof tells you to go treat yourself and celebrate, but you already have something else in mind for how he can reward you…

By this point, I’ve finally discovered r/gonewildaudio, and one of the first posts I saw there was about the search engines. I think it was either GWASI or Flaru, I was new to the thing so I just searched ‘m4f mdom’ and clicked whatever came up. Wasn’t feeling the audios I was hearing, until I found THIS. He sounded friendly and fun, it piqued my interest after hearing all the overdone deep growly voices, so I listened to the full thing and hopped on the search engine again, hoping to find more like it. To my luck, I found his prom audio and thought, “wait—he sounds like the guy,” I was right. I had recognized that flirty voice of his, and mind you that Soundgasm usually doesn’t show usernames, I found out by googling the title of the audio. Both audios were fun. His sound design is simple, not much SFX, but still immersive. I mainly listened to him for his natural-sounding, not-over-the-top-but-still-flirty, voice acting, and sexy growls. That same night, I dreamt about him whispering sweet nothings as he tucked me into bed.

Also found out that he used to post here on Tumblr as “gentlemanswitch,” and damn is he fine 🥹 he’s said to bear a resemblance to Bill Skarsgård. I got a bit sad when I realized that he hasn’t posted in years. Like a big pang of FOMO had hit me…Anyway, I heard that he mentioned he’d stop making audios if he ever got a GF, I’m happy for him if that’s the case <3

5.) AugustInTheWinter - “[M4F] Fucked By Your Secret Ghost Roommate On Halloween”

Plot: it’s Halloween and you’re watching TV, when all of a sudden…your ghost roommate, August, is visible to your eye. He’s been watching you the whole time, jealous of your toys and the guy you brought home last time, sad that he could never touch you. On this Hallow's Eve, he makes sure to give you a night to remember…

Y’all, this is the now IT Boy of GWA 👑 I found him around the same time I found Qarni, so again, I didn’t know his username and just thought “wow that VA was really good, the story was cute” and fell asleep. How do I even get started on August’s audios…well, his newer ones are pretty lengthy and I get so invested in the story, that I even almost forget that the characters are going to have sex lol, but he sets the mood later on. I really liked this audio because you get to see his goofiness in here, it's adorable!

He rightfully deserves to be the current king of GWA, I mean—he’s the whole package! He’s unproblematic, charming, can write, versatile voice acting (did I mention he can do accents?), and has good sound design. I recently listened to his AMA and found out he was a theatre kid, so that explains why he can actually act. The man is also very smart to not have a Discord (the big mistake of many, is having a Discord server💀), his interaction with fans is very limited to keep the parasocial relationship at bay.

6.) Professor Cal - “[M4F] Quite the Ride [MDom][Car in the Rain][Spur of the Moment][Releasing Energy][Kissing][Hair Pulling][Neck Grabbing][Don't Say a Word][Eating You Out][Missionary][Cowgirl][Encouragement][Mutual Pleasure][Heavy SFX][Ambience]”

Before August, ProfCal was the king of GWA and YouTube during the pandemic (or at least from what I’ve seen on booktok). I found him around the same time I found Qarn and August— I even thought he and August were the same guy when I first heard this audio of his lolz. I can see why he blew up w/ the booktok girlies, his stuff is kinda dark-romance-dominant-typebeat…he’s got a kink for spitting and choking. I was happily listening to him for a while because the quality was just *chef's kiss* it felt like I was in a movie, until I finally began putting names to the voices. I found out that he was very popular on TikTok, and that led me to find out about his controversy. I don’t agree with what Cal did, but I can’t deny that his VA work was outstanding. Even NoraASMR has praised him and used him as a source of inspo for his channel.

but y’know what? I don’t want to deprive u goons of the joy I felt back when i was listening to his audios, “love the art, hate the artist,” they say. If you want to listen to him, you’re technically not supporting him since he isn’t active or on Patreon anymore, or you could listen to the pirated versions, hope that lessens the guilt lmao.

7.) Rum_N-Coke - [M4F] You Want a Baby? I'll Breed You Right Now [Script Fill] [DILF] [Single Dad] [Neighbors] [Banter] [Confession] [Friends to Lovers] [Breeding] [Praise] [Possessive] [Desperate] [Clothes Ripping] [Multiple Orgasms] [Coming Twice Inside] [Impregnation] [Binaural]

Plot: you’re worried about still not settling down and that your life currently doesn’t seem to be lining up your 10-year plan. Don’t worry, because your DILF neighbor offers to help you out…

Rum is the latest addition to my fave VAs. I just found him last month, and I had to add him to this list because I’ve been so addicted to him! His name tho…I would sound like an alcoholic if I said his name while sleep-talking 💀 For the past month, I was starting to get bored because I've either already heard everything or they haven't uploaded in a good minute...until I found Rum on Audiomack. Not a lot of SFX, but I really like him, he sounds chill and has such DILF-y energy, plus he's a cat dad, so he's technically a CDILF? lol ₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ he kinda cockblocks me tho because I'll see a Reddit post with tags I like, so I'd click the link and---IT'S ON HIS PATREON (T-T) finding his free stuff takes more effort, but I still like him hehe. I don't wanna yap too much but basically, he fits my criteria for a fun VA. In terms of acting, think of August, but DILF-y.

If you made it here, thanks for reading allat lmao. Hope you'll enjoy some of these VAs <3 It took me months to write this, it's been in my drafts since March 7th, 2am omg. My headphones were broken when I first started writing this out, so I had to be home alone to listen to the audios I've listed. I wanted to make a good review and do these guys some justice!

[volceloid]

listening to male moaning/whimper audio to drown out the voices in my head! 😝

[volceloid]

𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔅𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡| 𝒮𝓎𝓁𝓊𝓈 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒩𝒮𝐹𝒲

𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: Sylus waited two centuries for you. A cursed love, a lost soul, and a final chance to end the cycle. Blood, sex, and destiny collide at a masquerade ball as you give yourself to him the vampire who has always been yours. Eternity begins tonight.

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Blood Kink, Soulmate, Blood Play, Dark Romance, Masquerade Ball, Touch Starved, Possessive Lover, Rough Sex

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Blood.

Blood trails down your neck, slipping between your breasts.

Pain.

The sharp drag of fangs against your skin.

Venom.

It seeps into you, making your body hum—numb and alive all at once.

Desire.

It curls hot and tight in your belly as you press closer to the man behind you. The man with blood-red eyes and hair as white as snow.

You feel the chill of his touch skimming your fevered skin. You feel the hard length of him grinding against the curve of your ass.

"Mmmm," he purrs into your ear, voice rough velvet. The sound alone makes your thighs clench, seeking any kind of relief.

His mouth is still on you. Still savoring you. Each pull from his lips makes your blood sing for him.

To him, you taste like sin—sweet, intoxicating, addictive.

His tongue laps at your punctured skin before he breathes against you, sending shivers racing up your spine.

"I am yours," he growls, low and ragged. "I'll wait for you..."

You jolt awake, gasping.

Your skin burns where his mouth once was. Phantom touches linger—his cold hands, his teeth, his voice whispering promises you can't forget.

The sheets are tangled around your legs, damp with sweat. Your heart thunders in your chest like you’ve lived it, not just dreamed it.

But it was only a dream... wasn't it?

You press trembling fingers to your neck. No punctures. No blood. And yet, you swear you can still feel him there, as if the memory is stitched into your skin.

A shadow moves at the edge of your vision. You snap your head toward it—but nothing's there. Just the pale glow of the moon outside your window.

Still, you can’t shake the sensation. His voice, low and rough, echoing through your mind:

"I am yours. I'll wait for you."

You bury your face in your hands, trying to breathe, trying to forget.

But deep down, you know you aren't imagining him. He isn't just a dream.

He’s a memory you can't quite grasp, a presence that refuses to let you go.

And he’s waiting.

Later that night, you slip into your gown—a breathtaking creation of black silk and blood-red accents that clings to your curves and glitters under the light like spilled stardust. The mask you choose is just as stunning: intricate lace and sharp edges, hiding your eyes but revealing just enough to leave the imagination wanting.

The Hunters Association spared no expense for tonight's gala. A grand celebration for a new sponsor whose identity remained secret—whispers of power, money, and connections spreading like wildfire among the elite.

You arrive at the masquerade ball and immediately, all eyes turn to you.

You don't just enter the room—you command it.

The chandeliers overhead sparkle like frozen rain, the music swells in a haunting waltz, and laughter and clinking glasses fill the vast hall.

But none of it matters.

Because you feel it—before you see it.

The weight of a stare. Heavy. Intense. Unyielding.

It burns against your skin, hotter than the ballroom's heat, sharper than the finest blade. You shiver in your heels, heart stuttering.

You lift your chin, scanning the masked faces swirling around you—predators and prey, dancers and liars.

And there, across the ballroom, half-shrouded in the shadows beneath the grand staircase—

A man.

Tall. Pale. Impossibly magnetic.

His mask is simple, black and silver, but you know it’s him. You feel it deep in your bones.

White hair gleaming under the lights. Eyes that blaze like molten garnet.

He stands perfectly still, watching you like you’re the only thing in the world that matters.

Your breath catches. Your body remembers him before your mind can even think. The dream, the touch, the bite—it wasn't just a fevered fantasy.

It was a warning.

And now... he’s here.

He doesn’t move.

Not at first.

He simply watches you—like a wolf deciding when to strike.

The crowd shifts and spins between you, dancers weaving intricate patterns on the marble floor, masks flashing like mirrors under the chandeliers.

But you feel it. That invisible thread pulling tighter between you both.

Your heart pounds in your throat, your hands trembling against the folds of your gown. You should look away. You should run.

But you take a step forward.

Then another.

As if pulled by something ancient, something inevitable.

The crowd parts like a living tide, as if the world itself knows not to stand in your way.

Still, he doesn’t move. He waits.

And when you are close enough to breathe in the cold, electric air around him, he extends a gloved hand.

No words.

Just a simple, devastating invitation.

Your fingers tremble as you place your hand in his. His touch is firm—cool, but burning a path straight through you.

Without a sound, he pulls you into the dance.

You melt into his chest, the music fading into a dull roar as he leads you effortlessly across the floor. His body moves like a dream—strong, predatory, utterly in control.

You can feel the way he watches you behind that mask. Not just your body—your soul.

Every spin, every step, every subtle press of his hand against the small of your back is a silent claim.

Your pulse races. Your thighs clench. You can’t tell if it's fear, desire, or both.

And when he leans down, his breath feathering against the shell of your ear, you almost whimper.

"You feel it too," he murmurs, voice like silk over steel.

A shudder runs through you.

You open your mouth to speak—but his hand tightens just slightly on your waist.

"Not yet," he whispers. "Soon."

Then, just as suddenly as he appeared—he releases you.

You stumble back, breathless, dizzy.

The crowd swallows him whole. He vanishes like smoke.

Leaving you alone on the dance floor, heart pounding, body aching, and a single, burning thought echoing through your mind:

It was him.

And he’s just getting started.

"(Y/N)! Who was that?" You jump at the sound of Tara’s voice, she appears beside you, grinning and sipping her drink without a care. Still dizzy, still reeling from what just happened, you stammer, struggling to find words.

"I— I don't know," you manage, your heart thundering. "He feels... familiar. Like I've met him before."

Tara laughs, giving you a playful nudge. "You say the strangest things sometimes. Come on, let's dance!"

Before you can protest, she grabs your hand and pulls you back onto the dance floor. Laughter bubbles out of you—wild, carefree—and for a while, you lose yourself in the music, in the lights, in Tara’s infectious energy. You drink, you dance, you laugh harder than you have in what feels like forever.

Maybe you had a bit too much to drink. Or maybe you were still riding that high-strung wave of unease. Either way, you know one thing for sure: you need to find a bathroom.

"Tara, I’ll be right back," you shout over the music.

She winks at you, already twirling into Simmone’s waiting arms.

The gala sprawls through an ancient mansion, beautiful but confusing—a maze of shadowed corridors and towering doors. You wander, heels clicking softly on the marble floors, trying door after door.

"Shit," you mutter under your breath, opening a heavy wooden door... only to find a bedroom instead of a bathroom.

That's when you feel it.

The weight of a stare.

The heat of a presence.

Right behind you.

"Lost, kitten?" The voice is low. Velvet over steel. It rolls through you, sending a shudder of ecstasy down your spine.

You whip around, your breath catching.

"Who are you?" you whisper, voice trembling, pleading.

You feel him step closer, his breath brushing your ear, the heat of his body caging you in.

"Think, my darling," he murmurs.

Your mind spins, memories slipping through your fingers like water. You don’t know him—or you shouldn’t—but your heart, your soul, they know.

They remember.

Bound by a curse older than the stars themselves—a vampire who fell in love with a mortal. A mortal who damned her own soul to never fade, to always return, lifetime after lifetime.

He always finds you.

Century after century.

And this time is no different.

Your lips part as the name tumbles out, torn from the depths of your very being:

"S–Sylus." Your heart cracks open. "My love."

The moment the words leave you, his mouth crashes into yours.

The kiss is raw. Brutal. Starved. You kiss him back with a fire, a desperation born from centuries of yearning. He grips you tightly, as if terrified you might vanish again.

Two hundred years of hunger, of aching loneliness, pours out between you. He kisses you like a man who has lived only for this moment. And you cling to him, heart shattering, body melting, soul finally, finally whole again.

Without realizing you've been pinned against a wall, moving with every breath of the intense kiss. Sylus' body trembles as he holds you, his hands shaking not from fear—but from the unbearable need coursing through him.

"You remember." he whispers against your throat, voice ragged. "You're mine."

He drags his hands up your thighs, pushing the delicate fabric of your gown higher and higher until it pools around your hips. You gasp when you feel his hand slide between your legs—his fingers groaning softly when he finds you already wet for him.

"Fuck," he hisses. "You're perfect. You're beautiful."

Your hips buck into his touch, seeking more, desperate for him the way he is desperate for you. His fingers tease you—slow circles, cruel and tender all at once—until you're panting, grinding shamelessly against his hand.

"Please, Sylus," you whimper, voice breaking.

That’s all it takes. The last thread of his self-control snaps.

He undoes the front of his slacks with one hand, freeing his cock, thick and already dripping for you. He doesn't waste time—he can't.

With a guttural growl, Sylus aligns himself with your entrance and pushes in, inch by devastating inch, filling you in one slow, merciless thrust.

You cry out—half pleasure, half overwhelmed sob—as your walls stretch to take him. He buries his face in your neck, trembling against the need to just fuck you into the wall right then and there.

"So tight," he groans against your skin. " Made for me."

He starts to move—slow at first, grinding deep, savoring every desperate gasp and whimper you make. But it doesn’t stay slow for long. The centuries of longing crash down on him, ripping the control from his body.

He fucks you with deep, brutal strokes, each one slamming you harder against the wall. Each one claiming you in body and soul.

Your nails dig into his back through his shirt, your legs trembling around his waist. But he holds you like you weigh nothing—like you’re precious, sacred.

"I'm yours," you sob, clinging to him. "Always yours, Sylus."

He kisses you—rough, messy, teeth clashing—and you feel him lose himself completely.

His hands are everywhere—on your breasts, your hips, your throat—possessive and worshipful all at once. You can feel him pulsing inside you, close, desperate.

He shifts, angling his hips, and suddenly he’s hitting that spot inside you that has your vision going white.

"Come for me," he commands, voice a broken growl. "I need to feel you."

It’s too much—his voice, his body, his love burning into you—and you shatter around him with a scream, clenching him tight.

Sylus snarls against your throat and follows you over the edge, thrusting deep one final time as he pours into you, his whole body shaking with the force of it.

He doesn't pull away. He stays buried inside you, holding you tight, his forehead pressed against yours.

"I’ve missed you," he pants. "It took longer to find you my love.”

You can only cling to him, tears mixing with laughter as you realize: this time, he’s yours forever.

"Take my blood," you whisper, voice trembling with need, gazing into his crimson, desperate eyes. "I don't want to be parted from you again. I don't want to leave you alone, waiting for me to return."

Sylus' chest heaves, his hands gripping your hips so hard you know there will be bruises later—but you welcome them, you want them.

"Break the curse...?" he pleads, his voice breaking, as if he's scared to believe it could really happen. As if your love, so deep, so ancient, that now it was blossoming into a new life. And yet he vowed to never take your blood unless you asked. Everything changes tonight. 

You cup his face, thumb tracing his sharp cheekbone, eyes shining. "My darling," you breathe, "it ends tonight. Forever."

He groans, the sound low and guttural, feeling your slick walls still clutching him tight, his cum already dripping from your swollen hole. But he's hard again inside you—aching, throbbing—with a need that is no longer just physical.

It’s soul-deep.

Without another word, he leans in, trembling, mouth brushing over the sensitive skin of your neck. You arch into him, baring your throat in surrender.

"(y/n)," he growls against your skin, and then his fangs pierce you.

Pain blooms, sharp and dizzying—and then it’s swept away by pleasure so intense your vision whites out. His cock throbs inside you, grinding deeper, and you can feel his mouth greedily sucking your blood, drinking you down, taking you into him.

Your body spasms, helpless against the sudden orgasm that rips through you— pleasure and pain, life and death, love and eternity all blending into one.

Sylus growls again, deeper, possessive, as he drinks, hips thrusting shallowly, grinding against your sore, sensitive walls as he bonds your soul to his.

You feel it— a snap, like a tether finally locking into place.

The curse shatters. The bond forms. Forever.

Sylus pulls back, his mouth bloody, his eyes glowing like molten rubies. He looks at you like you’re everything he’s ever needed, ever wanted, and finally—finally—you are.

He cradles your face in his bloodstained hands, his forehead resting against yours, cock still pulsing inside you.

"I love you," he rasps. "In this life. In every life."

And with a slow, savage thrust, he begins moving again, needing to seal the bond not just with blood— but with every inch of himself inside you.

Your blood still slicks his lips, your neck throbbing from where his fangs pierced you— but you don't care. You want more.You need more.

Sylus lifts his head, blood dripping from his mouth, staining his sharp teeth. His eyes burn so fiercely they almost glow. He looks wild, ravaged—no longer a man, but a creature driven by ancient, feral hunger.

He cups your chin roughly, smearing blood across your jawline, your lips. You shudder, the eroticism of it making your walls flutter around his still-pulsing cock.

"Taste it," he commands, voice shredded raw with lust.

You obey without hesitation, parting your lips as he presses his bloodstained thumb against them. You suck it in, tasting yourself—coppery, sweet, alive.

Sylus shudders violently, letting out a broken moan.

"Fuck," he groans, "you're so perfect kitten."

He shifts you suddenly, the movement drives him deeper, forcing another helpless moan from your throat.

Then— he leans in and licks the wound he made, slow and possessive, his tongue hot and slick against your skin.

The sensation sends another bolt of pleasure through you, your pussy clenching down hard around him.

Sylus growls, rutting into you harder, faster—like he can’t get deep enough, can’t get close enough. And then— his fangs scrape along your collarbone, your breast, leaving stinging, shallow scratches. Marks. Claiming you. Painting you with little lines of blood.

You whimper his name, clutching at his hair as he worships you with mouth and cock, drinking tiny sips from the cuts he makes, never enough to hurt—only enough to own you.

Your head falls back against the wall, lost to the overwhelming sensations. Pain. Pleasure. Blood. Sex.

"Cum for me," Sylus growls, voice dark, rough. "Cum with my teeth in you, my cock in you. My blood mixing with yours."

And when his fangs sink into your breast, right over your pounding heart— you scream his name, cumming so hard you black out for a second, convulsing around him as he pumps you full of his seed again, marking you inside and out.

He stays there, buried in you, drinking, gasping, whispering promises against your skin.

Sylus cradles you against the wall, still sheathed inside you, panting raggedly. His crimson eyes glow, wild and reverent. Then, with one clawed nail, he makes a shallow, precise cut along the strong curve of his neck. A bead of dark, shimmering blood wells up instantly—thick, rich, intoxicating.

He cups the back of your head and pulls you closer, his voice low and commanding:

"Drink, kitten."

Your heart races—not with fear, but with aching, desperate need. You part your lips and press them to his wound, tasting his blood for the first time.

It's molten heat, velvet darkness, forbidden ecstasy sliding over your tongue.

You suck greedily, your hands clutching his shoulders as the blood—his essence—pours into you. And you feel it immediately. The venom woven into his blood ignites in your veins, burning away your humanity with every pull you take. Every swallow draws you closer to the abyss... and to him.

Your legs tremble around his waist, your body writhing against his, overwhelmed by the flood of pleasure and pain. You moan against his throat, lost in the high, the transformation.

Sylus groans deep, low, a sound torn from his chest as he feels the bond snapping into place— eternal, unbreakable.

"That's it, my love," he rasps.

Your vision blurs, your heart thunders once, twice... and then stops.

In that instant, you die in his arms. But you are not lost.

You are reborn.

The world rushes back to you, sharper, hungrier, every sensation magnified a hundredfold. Your teeth ache with new fangs, your skin hums with unnatural power, your soul sings with his song.

Sylus lifts your head from his neck, gazing down at you with raw, savage pride. You lick the last traces of his blood from your lips, smiling wickedly.

"Forever." he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours. "Our souls are bound."

And then he thrusts into you again—soft, delicate, passionately —claiming each other not just in blood, but in body and soul.

This time, when you cum, it shatters something inside you, making you truly his.

The curse breaking. 

The bond forming.  

Together Forever.

Hello loves ! I'm thinking about calling my following The Ferrymen (since you all share my stories) Thank you all so much for reading until the end ! Don't forget to show some love ... it would mean so much to me. If you like my stories so much and want to be personally tagged in ALL my work please let me know ! I would most def do that for y'all. Sniffing Pleasure will be out soon hehe in the meantime I hope you enjoy Vampire Sylus ( I love him and Astarion sooooo much)

Anyways,

Much love and kisses to all!

~The Deadstory Teller~

[volceloid]

being a dom is only cool if people like you. otherwise it's super embarrassing. if you're a sub you can be like "ahhh i wanna get fucked superrr hard >w<" and it's kind of endearing. if you're a dom and you say "i want to FUCK someone.. who will be mommys little KITTY today .." and no one actually wants to have sex with you, you may as well kill yourself. because there's no coming back from that

[volceloid]

headphones ain’t enough bro…need to make sweet love to the song. i need the song to maintain intense eye contact, pound me to the beat, then cuomo a river inside me at the weezer lick.

[volceloid]

bow-chika-wow-wow~<3

[volceloid]

me listening to Qarnivore's GWA verification audio and realizing i'm a whole DECADE late to the party:

like wdym "March 27th 2014"😭😭😭

[volceloid]

mighty fine art for a mighty fine VA. 👏

Potion treatment gone... wrong?

Inspired by YourNightlyDesires' Love Potion Audio

Here's the link to the speedpaint and timelapse for those who are curious on how it's drawn!