#he is showing cleavage and has blood all over him. i didn't say his name but he popped in your head didnt he?

[gigamuffinsofie]

dad jokes >>>>

[bonny-kookoo]

Yoongi: 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 (Intro)

In which everything he always wanted has already been there from the start. He just needs to make that final step.

Tags/Warnings: Vampire!Yoongi, Human!Reader, mentions of 'being high' (drug usage in a way), friends to lovers, blood (duh), red haired Yoongi, Listen I am Jungkook focused but I will put Vampire Yoongi on the menu and you'll better finish your plate

Additional Chapter Warnings: blood high= a rush vampires get after consuming blood, nothing graphic though, stereotypes against vampires

Length: Short

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"Yoongi... I never drink this much!" You whine pitifully, letting him lead you into your apartment where he turns the lights on for you before he closes the door, all while you cling onto him.

"I know." He simply reassures softly, well aware that you really do not actually drink that much. But you're also easily swayed by social pressure - always aiming to please people, especially if you're in a situation that's unfamiliar.

"Those guys were nice though.. why were you so mean to them?" You wonder with anpout while trying to undo the small buckle of your heels with a pout, not having much luck. Yoongi sighs.

He was mean to them- that's the tamest way of describing his words towards the group of vampires that had been filling you up with liquor only to get you weak and complacent for whatever sick and twisted shit they would've done to you later. Yoongi doesn't like that you're so easy to manipulate, but you're an adult and you usually stay away from things like that. But then, your date never showed up, and suddenly it all went downhill from there.

Luckily he texted you, just to make sure you're alright.

"Yoongii-..." you whine his name again when he carries you to to your convertible sofa, pulling out one of the sides because there's no way in hell he can actually get you into your bed like this. He unbuckles your shoes before he takes them off, putting them safely to the side where you can't stumble over them, while you already wiggle around, trying to get comfortable, and that's all fine-

Until you begin to slip out of one of your dresses straps hanging over your shoulder, his hand lighting fast at putting it back where it belongs. "Yoongi~!" You complain, trying to pry his hand off. "I wanna get out of this it's too tight-" You whine, and he sighs.

Too tight is right. The way it stretches over your behind and chest is sinful to say the least, making him shake his head as he forces himself not to look at your cleavage.

"I know love, but-" He sighs, realizing there is no other way to help, really. "I'll help you out alright?" He shakes his head, especially when you happily nod, as he puts a blanket from the side of the sofa over your shoulders, holding it shut. "Now you can get out of it." He instructs calmly, still averting his gaze though as to not catch any glimpse of you by accident. Only when the dress hits the floor does he swallow thickly, painfully aware just how almost naked you are underneath the blanket that he's holding. He could drop it now, paint it as an accident-

But he won't take advantage of you like that.

You and Yoongi are connected by technically less than fortunate events- his first blood high a horrible experience as he'd been left alone with his emotions and everything because the person he was with simply didn't care about anything but their own pleasure. He felt disgusting, used, and ever since then he'd never bitten anybody ever again, strictly sticking to his monthly schedule of getting pre-packaged and measured amounts of blood from Banks.

But what did that have to do with you?

Well, you found him when he was at his lowest, no job, no future, uncaring of anything any longer. He had nothing to his name, and yet, you bought him something to eat walked him home like a lost dog, and gave him your number just to make sure he'd be alright. And all that after having been attacked by a vampire not even a week prior, as you would reveal to him a few months later.

It made him awfully protective of you.

As he lets you pull a shirt over your head that he fetched from your bedroom (he just grabbed whatever was still on your bed, he'd never dare roam around in your closet because God have mercy on him if he stumbled over your underwear- that'll surely give him wet dreams like he's nothing but a boy stuck in puberty for sure), he makes sure to leave the bathroom door open in case you'd get sick later tonight- when you pull on his sleeve.

"Hm?" He looks down at you, where your gaze is distant.

Before you smile in an almost somber manner. "You won't stay- even if I ask, right?" You wonder, and he sighs.

"You're drunk." He argues softly.

"I know, I know.." you shake your head, letting go of him.

He knows he likes you as more than a friend. He really did fall in love with you along the way. But considering how your friendship started- he feels like it would be wrong to ask you out now. You're so sweet all the time- the chance that you'll say yes to him just because you don't want to hurt his feelings is more than just high.

He's almost certain you'd do just that.

And so he waits for you to make a move. Give him a sign. Anything so he knows you do actually like him back.

But how the fuck is he going to know what those signs look like, when all you do already seems to imply that you like him?

[kenny-the-ken]

Y O U + M E

Part 1

Soooo!!! Last nights South Park was everything I wanted but didn't know I needed!!! Kenny with his hood I mean,,, I am deceased. I'm having some serious writer's block, so please feel free to send me requests, HCs too!! I wanna get to know you all, and thanks for all the love on my previous fics. I normally hate my writing so knowing you guys like it is amazing!! This fic contains string language, angst, toxic thinking, obsession and sexual themes. ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP!! If you guys like this fic I can write more parts!! Loosely based on the Netflix show YOU!!!

Kenny hasn't been with another girl since the last time, and that was not something he wanted to repeat. That was until his eye was caught by you, and he couldn't tear his eyes away.

You were new here, family just moved to town and you had transferred to South Park High, and he was determined to know more about you.

It's not an obsession, he isn't obsessed, is he? So far he knew your name was y/n, you had moved here from the UK, so quite a far away from home, you were shy, trying your best to fit in, you were alternative in how you dressed, Kenny has already touched himself thinking about you, and he swore it was the best wank he'd ever had! It was clear to him that you were thirsty for that kind of attention, blushing as other boys talked and flirted with you, and his blood boiled, you would be his, who the fuck did these other guys think they were? How dare they even look at you in that way!

Although he didn't blame them, those short skirts, tight tops with too much cleavage and today was the day that Kenny's resolve broke, he could no longer watch from the sidelines, you were wearing the shortest shorts he'd ever seen with knee high socks and a lace bralette, no bra! God he was going insane. You had a flannel shirt tied loosely around your waist and Doc Martin boots on, and god you had tattoos! He swore you were so angelic looking it was sinful, and he knew he had to talk to you, before someone else could shoot their shot. You would be his. He was damned sure of it.

One problem though, how to approach you without creeping you out? You didn't know him, but he knew you, you were both meant for each other, you just didn't know it yet, but how to catch your attention. He'd have to think, and fast.

That was before his perverse thoughts were interrupted by the harsh ringing of the bell.

"Fuck." He muttered under his breath, slamming his locker in annoyance before making his way to English class, plopping down on his seat, lost in his own thoughts as the rest of the class filtered into the room.

He was once again distracted from his thoughts about you by the scent of your perfume, his head rising as you both met each others gaze, you smiled at him, as he gave you a gapped tooth smile back.

Trust the teacher to ruin his shot!

"Quiet class! I have a lot planned for todays lesson so let's cut to the chase, I have paired you all up for group work, you will be working in pairs! This is an analysis of the prose we have been reading, and I expect a presentation and a written essay that both of you must present to the class next week."

She turned her back, writing on the chalk board who was paired together, and Kenny swore his heart skipped a beat when he noticed he was paired with you. He's never wanted to fist bump the air so much in all his life, but he didn't want you to notice him geeking out over you.

"Please sit next to your partner and get started straight away!" You teacher said to the class, and you moved your seat beside Kenny's, you both sharing a desk.

"Hey, I'm y/n, I'm new here from the UK so sorry if some of what I say doesn't make sense, our slang is hard to forget." You laughed, and Kenny nodded.

"Most people can't understand me either." He mumbled, his hood up. Let her see your face, idiot! His brain almost screamed at him as he unzipped his coat, taking his hood down, and it didn't go unnoticed by his friends. They knew he was hot on your tail, and what Kenny wants, he gets.

Your mouth was wide as you studied your partners face, a blush on your cheeks. He was hot, his fluffy blonde hair sitting messily atop his head, his pale skin and subtle freckles and that adorable little gappy smile. Fuck! You'd only moved a week ago and already you were crushing on someone.

"I'm Kenny. We can meet at the park after school and work on our project if you're up for up it?" He offered, you would definitely be turned off if you seen how his family were and what his home was like, and he was not losing you because of his parents and their usual neglectful bullshit.

"Or you could swing by my house? I'll get us coffee and order some pizza?" You offered, twiddling your pen between your thumb and forefinger, trying to avoid direct eye contact out of fear of blushing in front of him.

"That sounds a million times better, thanks." Kenny replied, a small smile on his face, he took this opportunity to sneak a quick look at your cleavage, and he swore he could make out the shape of your hard nipples through your bralette, and were those piercings?! Fuck, what were you doing to him? Don't get hard, Jesus Christ don't get hard!

"Can I have your number? So I can send you my address?" You asked, offering him your phone to punch his number into.

And he gladly accepted, typing his number on to your phone, and while you were distracted talking to Wendy he quickly installed a tracking app on your phone, just so he could know where you were at all times, to keep you safe of course.

"There you go." Kenny replied, holding your phone out to you as you took it from him, smiling at him.

"So... tell me a little about you, Kenny?" His eyebrow quirked at your sudden question. Were you wanting to find out more about him because you were partnered with him and just being friendly? Or did you ask because you were interested in getting to know him, because he wanted to know everything there was to know about you.

"I'm eighteen, I've lived in South Park for my whole life, and I've always been known of the poorest kid of the school, thanks to Eric over there." He said, nodding his head in the direction we're the older boy sat, you could hear him laughing at his own jokes, he seemed like an ass.

"I have a brother and a younger sister, Kevin and Karen. Just a warning though, people here love to gossip, so if anyone is bothering you, let me know." Kenny said kindly, his eyes not tearing from you once, it was as if you two were the only people in the room, god how was he going to control himself when he was in your bedroom, just you two.

"So tell me a little about yourself, y/n." Kenny inquired, and he was genuinely interested, soul mates needed to know all there was about each other, and he was determined to know you, he just hoped that you'd let him.

"Um... I'm eighteen too, I'm an only child, live with my mother, but she has some... problems, y'know?" You said, and Kenny knew exactly what you meant, his parents were the crème de la crème of drug and alcohol addicts, so he knew fine and well what she meant. Maybe they moved here for a new start.

"You smoke?" He asked curiously.

"Yeah, you smoke weed?" You asked back, a small smirk on your face.

"Fuck yeah, I've dabbled with a lot of drugs, I mean, I've been exposed to them all my life." Kenny said, his eyes staring at his table, then back to you.

"I'll buy pizza and get us coffees if you bring the weed, deal?" You asked, putting your hand out to the blonde boy in front of you.

"Deal!" Kenny said, a smirk on his own face as the bell rang for the end of class.

You began packing up your things off your table and into your bag and as you bent down to grab your pen that had fallen on the floor, Kenny thought his eyes had popped fully out of his head. He stared at your ass and your thick thighs and my god how he wanted his head between them.

When you stood back up you finished packing and turned to see Kenny was waiting on you.

"If you wanna grab lunch together you can come with with me?" He asked, a small smile on his face, and boy did he hope that you said yes.

"That sounds lovely. Thanks, Kenny." You replied, throwing your back pack over your shoulder and beginning to walk out of the classroom with Kenny.

You could feel the eyes of other girls burning into the back of you as you both walked down the corridor, chatting together and making jokes as you both erupted into laughter.

Even though he was fully fixated on what you were talking about, Kenny was dazed, he was deep in thought, and it was all about you. About how your shirts hugged that perfectly round ass, how sensitive your nipples would be, what piercings would adorn them, did you have any tattoos that he couldn't see? His mind swirled.

As you both entered the cafeteria, he smiled and waved at his friends, before leading you over to introduce you.

"Guys, this is y/n m, she's new here. Y/n this is Eric, Kyle, Stan, Jimmy, Craig and Tweek." He said, pointing to each individual as he said their names, and you smiled.

"Hey guys, hopefully we can all be friends." You said, taking a seat between Kenny and Kyle.

"Kenny, how did you manage to get this pretty girl to befriend you?" Stan blurred outright, his cheeks going red as he averted both of your gazes.

"Um, we got partnered up together in English and it looks like we have a lot in common, and Kenny seems really nice." You said as the rest of the group nodded as if in sync.

"That makes sense." Kyle said to no one in particular and Kenny was in his own world again. You thought he was nice? He was making a good start, now he had to get you to fall in love with him, and he was pretty sure he knew how.

The rest of the day was pretty much standard procedure as far as Kenny was concerned, you had texted him, telling him to come over at 7pm.

So he had some free time on his hands. And he knew exactly what to do with it.

[ruinedbylanadelrey]

King of Your Heart

Chapter 13 "Let Me Suck Your D*ck in the Bathroom"

HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

summary: All that Frankie has ever wanted to be was your everything. After years of being best friends one phone call changes everything between the two of you.

inspired by The King by Sarah Kinsley

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, age gap (reader is 28-29, Frankie 38-39), friends with benefits -> situationship, Frankie isn't a dad, jealously, best friends with benefits, reader is toxic, reader wears makeup, reader has long hair, this chapter is literally just porn but make it halloween, dress code- SLUT IT OUT, smut, drinking, smut, benny's halloween bash!!, smut, frankie is fucking horny for a woman in thigh highs, smut, blowjobs, licking, oh yeah did I mention smut!, princess and frankie are like rabbits, frankie gets drunk, angst with a happy ending finally, no y/n, pet names, possessiveness, triple frontier boys, Tom is dead, reader is a flirt

an: WELCOME TO BENNY'S HALLOWEEN BASH, get ready for a lot of smut, Princess is slut for Frankie as a smooth-dressing cowboy (a little nod to our beloved Whiskey<3).

inside the world of king of your heart

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"Just sit down and I'm gonna do your hair," You patted the cushiony vanity seat, Frankie never did his hair ever. He liked his messy curls and finishing it off with his hat but tonight was the one night he would ever do this. You smiled and pushed Frankie down into the seat, your fingers combing through his damp curls, his eyes fluttering shut when you lightly scratched his scalp with your new acrylics. You looked at Frankie through the mirror admiring how he shaved his beard and trimmed up his mustache. 

"I like it that I can see your face," You hum, grabbing the comb and gel into your hands. "I get to see my handsome Frankie," your words made Frankie blush, and he rolled his eyes trying to act like he didn't care. He loves it when you tell him he's handsome. He feels like he could do anything all because his lady thinks he's beautiful. 

You smiled at Frankie and combed the gel through his hair, taming the deep chocolate curls. "Do I have to dress up?" Frankie mumbled, and you rolled your eyes at him. This is 3rd time around having the conversation. It's Halloween, Frankie. It's my favorite holiday. Please for me. You've been saying since you and Frankie got back together. It's time to debut as a couple officially. "Yes you are dressing up and you are going to look so sexy," You say in a sultry tone and smile sweetly at Frankie. 

The torture was over when you finished off his hair when a good amount of hairspray. Clean-cut Frankie was something you didn't get to see often and well it was a sight to see. His jawline, his face more chiseled out, and his hair out of his face letting his features be the star of the show. Frankie is beautiful, you always thought he was crafted by a higher power. Frankie is standing in the mirror buttoning up the white dress shirt, you turn him around and take over the last couple of buttons then grab the tie to go around his neck. You take a deep breath as you loop the fabric and pull it up to his neck- fuck. 

You set the hat on top of his head and step back looking at your work. Frankie loosened the ties just a bit and your stare was burning into his skin, that's what he always liked about you, never afraid to admire what you like. "Everything you hoped for?" Frankie tilts his head and smirks, jaw dropped and lust blowing your pupils. 

"Everything and more...okay I-I need to finish off my makeup, then we are leaving." You shake yourself out of the lustful haze and step around Frankie. Focus. You dip the end of a brush into the red bottle of fake blood. Focus. Frankie watches you drip the red thick liquid from the corners of your mouth, smearing it across your face for an effortless look. Focus. Dipping again but letting the tear of blood run down your chest and leak down your cleavage. Your costume was just an excuse to wear the black Body Con mini dress that you bought months ago, so you threw on the fake blood and glued fangs to your teeth. Just an excuse to slut it out. Frankie certainly appreciates the way your best features were on display. 

Frankie comes up behind you moves your hair out of your face and gently kisses your soft neck. You sigh, holding back from the intrusive thoughts of pushing Frankie on the bed and fucking him in costume. "I need to put on my tights then we are leaving," you unwrap yourself from his arms and pull out the black thigh highs, very sheer black mesh with a lace strap at the cuff. Frankie watched you sit on the edge of the bed lifting one leg in the air, he noticed the French tip pedicure that you got done. 

The way your body was just on display for him to stare at, Frankie wanted to not leave the house at all tonight. But you and Frankie are not having sex yet, because you think it would be a good idea to date properly, not having sex until 2 months which ends Halloween, that means he can and will make a move tonight. "Princess, you just look so good to eat," Frankie purrs, when he slides between your legs, helping you secure the thigh-high, you were rolling your eyes with a smile on your face. 

"Fish, we are not having sex, now let's get to the party it's already 10!" You push Frankie away from you, grabbing your purse, beer, and vodka. Frankie took his sweet time by grabbing the keys and his beer then locking the door, settling the beer in place, and strapping himself in, checking his mirrors. You grew tired of him being childish, your hands wrapping his tie and pulling him close. Your lips melted into his, the feeling of his mustache grazing your sweet soft skin. Frankie slid his tongue to meet yours, his hands caressing your waist and thighs, his fingers snapping the top of the thigh highs making you yelp and moan into his hot wet mouth. His touch was a white flash of heat inching toward your aching core. Desperate to be touched by his calloused strong strategic fingers. 

"Let me suck your dick in the bathroom...so drive," You pull away from Frankie, buckling your seatbelt. Frankie grins pulls out of the park and throws it into drive, you laugh holding on to the door. You love seeing Frankie be playful and just a boy. Knowing that you bring that out in him brought such warmth in your heart oozing it through your veins. The streetlights guide you to the front of Benny's house, with people piling in through the one door. You quickly get out of the truck and make your way through people, just a quick hello then you are dragging Frankie to the bathroom.  

Frankie was trying to catch up with you but people held him back, it felt like he was in his 20s again trying to get into parties. Once he pushes his way through, he finds you sitting on the kitchen counter serving yourself shots while talking to Benny's girlfriend Mari. You were smiling and making faces every time you took a shot. He thought you looked so pretty in the kitchen light, "There's my cowboy," You call out to him, Mari turns around and laughs at how Frankie looked in his get-up. "Don't laugh at him, he is the most good-looking cowboy ever," You reach out for Frankie, and he takes the bottle from your hands and pours himself a shot, knocking it back. Frankie taking shots was a big deal, he was just always about getting beer drunk. 

You don't know what it was but Frankie taking a shot had to be the hottest thing ever. You watched how his adams' apple bobbed when he downed the alcohol. "C'mon baby, let's go dance," Frankie leans into you and whispers into your ear, your face burns from how forward he was being. You want Frankie to like this more. He helps you off the counter takes you to the living room and slips you guys down the hall to Benny's room. Frankie slams the door closed and locks it. You could feel the shots starting to settle in. Frankie backs you into the bathroom and shoves you facing the mirror, your hands bracing yourself from falling forward. Your core started to ache when Frankie started to manhandle you. 

You drop down to your knees and your hands quickly undo his belt and unzip his jeans, without any hesitation, you giggled when you saw the tattoo on his plump ass. You turn his hips to show you the tattoo better, you lean toward his tattoo and lick his skin. Frankie hisses fisting your hair. "Be a good girl and suck my dick," Frankie's stern tone captures your attention, and drool falls from your swollen lips. You smile up at Frankie opening your mouth, and kissing the tip of his hard cock, "Sweet girl, you like kissing my cock?" Frankie smugly coos, fists your hair, and thrusts down your throat. You gag just a bit then moaned with a mouth full of cock of the man who makes you forget all common sense. Your eyes were stinging from the salt of your tears, your hands caressing his thick thighs, just letting Frankie take control of your body.

Frankie couldn't stop himself from fucking your throat, loving the sounds that spilled out when he pulled his wet hot cock from your whiny mouth. "F-fuck baby...If I'm gonna cum then it's gonna be in your tight pussy," Frankie growls, forcing you back to your feet, you automatically bend over the sink, spreading your legs, on your tiptoes to level with Frankie. He pushes your dress up, giving a breathtaking view of your ass with a black g-string and the thigh highs gripping deliciously on your plump thighs. His thumb brushes over the tattooed skin then slaps your cheek, watching it jiggle. 

"Princess, I need you to your rub your cute little clit for me while I fuck you," Frankie feels guilty for getting you off at least one time by his mouth. His finger slid inside you collecting your wetness and using it to coat his hard cock. His cock notches at your entrance and pushes in without warning.

You reach between your legs, and first, just lightly rub your clit on the palm of your hand, just tease yourself a little bit. "I said touch yourself, little princess," Frankie grunts, pulling himself all the way out and then slamming back into your slicked hole, you let a girlish moan loving how the tip of his throbbing length hits your cervix. Your legs trembled with each thrust, the sweet spot only Frankie can reach being hit and added pressure from the counter right on your pelvis. "Ooh-YES, yes, yes, Frankie baby right there!" You let out the most pornographic scream. Frankie smiling at how fucked out you look in the mirror, eyes crossing, a smile, and tits threatening to spill over the top of your dress. 

Frankie wraps your leg around his waist, forcing you to face him. He presses his hand down on your pelvis whilst fucking deeper into you. The white-hot waves crash through your veins, your juices splash on Frankie's button-up and slacks.

"You're so fucking hot," You slurred, letting your body go limp as Frankie chases his high. "You're so sexy, Frankie...only man for me-" You gasp for a breath as Frankie spills his seed into you, feeling his cock throb and spurt out a lot of pent-up cum.  He looks down and takes in the view of your cum and his mix together leaking out around his still-hard cock and down your thighs and ass. He looks up at you, glistening in sweat and smelling of sex, the vanilla base in your perfume, and the way his cologne smells on you. 

"I love you, Princesa." Frankie kisses your forehead gently as he removes his cock from you. This is the first time he ever used, Princesa. You smile and look at him with such love and happiness. Your eyes twinkled, giving Frankie a look into the galaxy. "I love you, Francisco" 

[almondmilkcleanser]

Angapesis Part Three

"So, as you can see, there's going to be an impending zoning improvement that's going to happen by the English and Architectural wing." A tall, well-dressed slim-statured gentleman with mahogany skin, salt-and-pepper hair and a walking cane. He appeared in his mid to late 40s, his voice concave and strong. One that could draw attention from across the room with no issue. 

There were 9 other teachers who attended said meeting. All varying shades of brown, copper, mahogany and onyx toned. They looked towards the projector screen, taking notes, checking their cellphones, passing the time as it needed to until-

"Nice to finally see you, Aires. I was about to send Zephyr and Osiris to come look for you."

Aires sneered at the mentioned pair. Brothers who majored in Biology and History respectively. They attended the Boccanegro University, graduated, and now are teaching alumni at the same school. Giving back to the community, or whatever the fuck they choose to preach for that week. Aires had a personal vendetta against Osiris and all of his 6"4, former football star ego. He snuck in and stole his  ex-girlfriend from him one evening the teaching staff went out for drinks. At first, Aires didn't want to realize what was going on until one day she came home and professed her love for him and how they "had a more compatible blood pairing."

He fucked her, dumped her, and dropped her like last weeek's garbage. 

Zephyr and Aires went to the same high school only briefly. But they mingled in completely different social circles, never crossing paths unless it were lunchtime or gym. 

But Osiris, he could fully suck his dick. 

"Pleasure to see you too, Headmaster." Aries flatly replied. 

Aires shared a brief glare at Osiris as him and Echo passed by the two brothers to take their own respective seats. Echo huffed in her seat, propping her feet up on the desk in front of her with a sigh. She could be anywhere else besides this meeting, but the Headmaster, Ezra, urged for all of their "Patet Sanguis" staff to attend the meeting.

The Headmaster looked in Arie's general area before turning around to point at the projector.

"Is everyone accounted for?" Ezra asked aloud. The other staff looked around, taking a silent headcount, and turned their heads to look back at the Headmaster.

"I would say so." Echo shouted. "Let's get on with it, please. I have a lunch date."

"Echo, is that any way to speak to your elders? For heaven's sake, show some respect." Another teacher named Lynx, rolled her eyes at Echo. She fluffed her fresh roller-set and adjusted her blouse, purposely pulling the bust portion down to reveal a subtle glimpse of her cleavage. Zephyr took the chance to steal a quick glance from his angle above her, admiring her curves and alluring sex-appeal. If only-

Keep staring at me like that and I'm going to set your fucking pants on fire. Her voice rang out in Zephyr's head, making him gulp in his seat.

"I don't know why you even bother trying to be sneaky. Sweet pea has eyes in the back of her head. Literally." The art teacher of the group, Valentin, snickered behind Zephyr. 

"She's cute but she's vicious as fuck. You know this. Remember what happened last time~" Zephyr turned around, his eyes wild.

"Who the fuck-"

"That's enough, everyone. Save your bickering for outside of the classroom." Ezra sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose together. Keeping the peace between his alumni were growing harder and harder as the time went on but he continued to try. 

Ezra moved towards the center of his desk, holding his hands together over his walking stick. He rubbed his eyes a few times before they fully transitioned to an opaque/cloudy-blue hue. Ezra was a blind man. A blind vampire, to be exact. 

"Are the doors locked?" He never turned his head, but his assistant, Lorenzo, nodded in confirmation. He nervously smoothed his waves down on his head, clearing his throat in the process. "Yes sir. I made sure that nobody's schedule conflicted and that their students would still be attended to according to their class times." His auburn eyes studied the room for a brief second before quickly turning around. 

Tough crowd.

"Good. Thank you, Lorenzo." Ezra stretched his neck back and forth, pulling the words from his brain carefully.

"As you all know, there's been issues going around in the community that require our attention. It's been brought to my attention at other campuses that there's been a spike in "blood tampering." I assume everyone has their 'portions' for the day, no?"

Lynx held up her watch that sloshed a red, crystalline like liquid. Valentin held up his storage container, showing the crowd something that looked similar to red licorice sticks. Echo dangled her necklace in the air by her thumb, a faint glimpse of red powder bouncing back and forth inside. 

Osiris and Zephyr held up their water bottles, where the viscous red liquid splayed back and forth, mimicking a flavored drink.

"And you? Aires? Where's yours?"

Aires shrunk in his seat. "Uh... I... I forgot to pack it."

"Aires." Ezra turned his body his direction, a deep frown on his face. "You need to keep a portion on you, no matter how hard it is. Unless you just feel comfortable exposing our entire community when the thirst overcomes you."

"It's not that." Aires crossed his arms uncomfortably. Here he went. Spotlighting him and making him feel even more isolated than the others.

"My portions make me sick. And I- I haven't been able to harvest from suitable resources."

"Aka he's fucking low-level bitches and trying to satiate himself with their booze-ridden blood." Osiris jeered.

"Shut your fucking mouth, Osiris. At least I don't have to resort to fucking for mine!"

"I don't give a fuck if I have to, I'd rather that than fucking suffer."

"Enough, both of you!" Lynx barked. Ezra stood there, silently taking in all that was playing out. 

“Aires, you have to find your portion. Or you’ll fall into the sewers like our other brethren. Do I need to remind you of Chloris? Melina? What about Erebus?”

There were ‘oohs’ and ‘oh no’s heard faintly across the room. Aires gulped, and looked out the window, shrugging his shoulders.

“Yeah.. I got it. I’ll look harder.”

Ezra gazed Aires’ direction for a few long seconds before looking straight again.

“As I was saying,” he cleared his throat. “There’s rumors of blood tampering. People swapping portions or resorting to old-fashioned feasting. Which, I don’t have to explain is almost detrimental this day and age for us. You have to be on high alert when you mingle with regular civilians because the rise in Hunters are growing. They are blending in, even making synthetic portions so they can pass the test amongst us. So I ask that you be observant, and discerning on who you share your gift with.”

“I can understand that it’s easy to impress the others. How they’ve glamorized us to dissolve the fact that we are of a dying species. But we have to stay on guard. We have to stay watchful. And we have to be specific on who we mate with. I don’t need to explain to you all what happens when two differing bloodlines don’t match.” Silence. “Okay, good.” 

“I’ve gathered reports that these Hunters are being located throughout Brooklyn, Harlem, Upper East Side, and even trickling into the Manhattan area. They are purposely attacking doctors, lawyers, high-standing officials. It’s hard enough to find a doctor that knows how to treat us. So I don’t feel the need to emphasize how crucial it is to find the source and cut the stem at the root and not the leaf.”

“But what are we supposed to do?” Echo quizzed. Sucking her teeth. “We’re college professors, not superheroes.”

“Superheroes, no. Gifted, yes. Each of you have a unique gift that will aide this cause. That’s why you have been chosen. Trust me when I say you lot are not the only ones walking this campus. But you selected few are the ones with the capabilities to help the cause. Now, if you don’t want to aide, I completely understand. And you are free to leave at anytime.” Nobody budged. Nobody stood to their feet. They all sat there, awaiting the next line of requirements.

“Good.” Ezra nodded his head, flashing a gold tooth in his smile. “So, now that the news are out of the way. Let’s go over a few key points in the community..”

-

Everyone formed a single file line out of the classroom with Aires trailing behind. He still had to stay behind to tutor. 

“I’ll come by later tonight, dinner on me?” Aires nodded, a small smile on his face. “Yeah, let’s do that Chinese place.”

“Fine fine.” Echo waved him off, rolling her eyes. She pulled out her phone, immediately dialing her date for the night.

“Hello? Hey, sorry I got caught up in a meeting-“ she mouthed to Aires ‘I’ll see you later’ before bolting the opposite direction.

“That Echo is something else. Such a fiery spirit.” Ezra chuckled. 

“Yeah, she’s a lot to handle.” As Aires had one foot out the door, Ezra spoke up.

“Aires. You know we have resources to help-“

“I know you do. But I don’t want to get my portions that way.”

“What other way is there? We all have to do it.”

“But- it’s just not right.”

“its either that or you find an exact match. A bloodline is the closest-“

“So you’re saying I either suffer or go against my morals.”

Ezra was silent. He looked away. 

“That’s what I thought. There has to be a better way to portion. And I’m going to find it.”

“So what do you do in the meantime? Your sanity can only hold out so long-“

“Headmaster Ezra,” Aires sighed. “I- I find a way.”

Without much else, Aires walked out of his office, making a beeline back to his classroom. A drink sounds even fucking better after that meeting. 

[lift-your-hips-for-me-love]

he was sitting with his legs stretched out. he smiled at me and said, "come, sit here" gesturing towards his lap. blood rushed fast in my cheeks. i looked away but i knew he had a big grin on his face. i was still not looking at his face when he stood up and said, "i think my sister is calling me." he made his way to the edge of the terrace and peered down but apparently nobody was there so he came back. instead of sitting back in his place, he came up behind me and held my boobs. i gasped. deep down, i knew he was pretending that he heard his sister calling. he stood up because he wanted to this. his lips were touching my cheek when he whispered, "you're not flat, after all." oh, that was when i melted. he's been calling every girl flat since i've known him. no matter what, he never says otherwise. i felt like i had a new position in his heart.

i was enjoying his touch when he suddenly pulled back. i was disappointed. i turned back to look at him, a question in my eyes. he went to a corner of the terrace and sat down, leaning against the wall, again his legs out stretched and he beckoned me to join him. i don't why, i was still shy. i went over to him but remained standing. then suddenly, i saw my neighbor standing on the terrace of my apartment (which is right next to his) so immediately i ducked down. he raised his eyebrows and i said, "that aunty knows my mum." he smirked. gods, he smirked and i am a sucker for his smirk. he asked me again to sit on his lap and i didn't want to disappoint him. so i crawled over to him, with my shirt hanging low to show a bit of my cleavage. that was intentional.

i crawled over and hugged him, my head resting on his chest. i wrapped my arms around his back and breathed in his scent. he smelled good, too. i wanted to hug him for ages and finally i got the chance. he rested his hand on my back and occasionally he patted. another thing i noticed was that he didn't just grab my ass like most of the guys would to any girl if they had the chance. at that moment, i fell more in love with him. he has that affect on me. after a while, he asked me to sit up, but i didn't want to. if the world let me, i would've stayed in his arms forever. i squeezed him tight and took a deep breath. i knew he had something planned so reluctantly, i sat up.

he asked me to turn over, which i gladly did. my back was resting against his chest when he slipped his hands under my shirt. i took a sharp breath. his hands moved up and up and he was squeezing my boobs and then he took hold of my nipples. ah, the feel. then his lips were touching my ears when he whispered, "you want fingering, don't you?" and i don't know what got into my goddamn head, i whispered no. i was an idiot. he said, "yeah, you want it." and i shook my head no again. then his lips were on my neck and he kissed me there. oh so good. he sucked and i closed my eyes. enjoying the feel. his face was at my cheek when he whispered again, "say yes. say you want it" and he pinched down my nipple and i moaned out a yes.

that was all he needed. his left hand was still on my boob but his right hand travelled down to my pants. his palm slipped under my pants and my underwear and before i could react his finger was inside me. i moaned out his name. my hands flew up to his hair. gods, his hair was so silky. he started moving his finger in and out and i started whimpering. my hands were lost somewhere in his hair. he whispered, "gods, you're so wet" and i smiled though he probably didn't see it. i wanted to say, "yeah, only for you" but i seemed to forget how to speak. he was still exploring when he hit that spot. i moaned out his name and pulled his hair so hard, he was probably hurting. he whispered, "found your weak spot" and i could hear the smile on his face. he started moving his finger faster, hitting my weak spot continuously and his left hand was pinching down on my nipple. so hard. i was a whimpering mess in his arms. i moaned out his name for like a million times and he whispered "yeah, that's right. call out my name." when i didn't, he moved his finger so hard, i moaned his name. his lips were on my cheek when he said, "good girl." and i melted there. again. then he put his index finger of his left hand in my mouth and for i moment i didn't do anything. then i realized he wanted me to suck it so i did. i recalled the moment, months ago, when i was in my too-horny mode, i told him my imaginary scenarios and one of it included me sucking his finger and i wondered if he remembered that too and that's why he was doing this. after a while, he removed his finger from inside of me and also the other finger from my mouth and we just stayed there for a while. i was breathing hard. i checked down my watch. we were up on his terrace for almost 1 and half hour. he said "we should probably go". i nodded, too exhausted to speak. i stood up. my feet felt wobbly. he said, "you go first. i'll come down in a while. if we go together, they'll probably doubt" and i nodded again and headed back downstairs. i still blush at the memory.

[bluemingcore]

> diluc x female reader > nsfw > slight degradation, praise, unprotected sex, creampie

Diluc regretted it. Allowing you to work as a waitress for Angel’s Share was a terrible mistake. It was only because he caved in when you asked; when you saw the job board asking for short-term help and asked Diluc if you could work there, because you needed the Mora (even though he has told you Mora is something you didn't have to worry about but you digressed). But watching you from behind the counter as you walked around the bar, serving drinks to all of these ragged drunkards, including Kaeya, it made his blood boil. Especially when you would swish your short skirt around or bend your torso over, revealing that window of cleavage—he should kill Charles for giving such an inappropriate uniform to you. Though he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t find you appealing in that outfit—he very much did in fact (if his semi-tightened pants causing him slight pain all night wasn’t a sign of it). But to him, that was a sight that only he was allowed to see. not these other random bar patrons, shamelessly drooling over you right in front of him.

How utterly disgusting and vile, he thought. If only he could grab your ass and showed all of these repulsive men who you belonged to, steal your lips and shove his tongue inside your mouth to teach everyone in this bar that they shouldn’t be googly eyeing what’s not theirs. He had half the mind to—

“Diluc?”

He snapped his head towards your voice, your sweet voice that brought him out of his deliberations.

“Diluc, are you okay? Your grip on that wine glass is concerning.”

He placed the glass down. “Yes, I must not have been paying attention. How is everything going?”

You gave him a bright smile and his heart clenched. “It’s going great so far! I’ve gotten so much tip money.”

“That’s good to hear. Let me know if there’s any trouble.”

You nodded. “Will do.” A voice called your name and you turned towards it. “A customer is calling. I’ll be back.”

Diluc sighed, staring at your retreating figure, your skirt bouncing with your steps.

Not long after, he heard the hard noise of an object falling, a plunk on the floor. He turned his head towards the commotion and saw you bending over to pick up a mug that had been dropped, the hem of your skirt rising up, revealing a sliver of the skin underneath.

That was enough.

“y/n.”

You jumped, nearly dropping the mug you had just picked up. “Diluc?” You turned around to face him.

You never noticed how towering his height was over you until now, as you stared up at him, an expression on his face that you couldn't decipher.

“We need to talk in the backroom.”

You obeyed and sauntered to the room, opening the door that’s only reserved for employee entry.

Diluc sent a fiery glare at the men who were staring at you before stalking off. “Angel’s share is closing early tonight, everyone. Pay your bill and leave immediately.” He stopped in front of the door to the employee’s room, turning to Charles. “Charles, ensure all patrons leave as soon as possible and lock the front door. No need for cleaning up, y/n and I will handle that.” He opened the door to the backroom and walked in, shutting it loudly behind him.

The backroom was a mix between a storage room for supplies and a staff room, with a table and two chairs in the center, against the walls were boxes and crates and other miscellaneous packaging, along with a small sofa against the opposite wall.

You were seated on the sofa and looked up at Diluc when he entered. “Is something wrong?”

He said nothing, crossing the room over to you, and knelt on one knee in front of you.

You were worried, scared he was mad at you for dropping things or not doing the job correctly; your hands on your lap folded and unfolded against each other nervously. But instead of fussing at you or scolding you, Diluc leaned in, placing a hand on the back of your neck, and kissed you, his lips rough against yours.

You were surprised at first, but your hands clutched his shirt and responded fully, lips meeting his in a feverish kiss.

“Diluc, what’s gotten into you?” you asked, breaking apart, chest heaving slightly.

He placed his hands on your thighs, squeezing lightly. “You.” He answered quite simply.

“Huh?” Was all you could manage, trying to ignore the feeling of his hands on your skin.

He leaned down, mouth nipping at your exposed collarbone, hands moving up your thighs. “Do you know how hard it was to watch you talk to all those men while they drooled over you?” His hot breath over your skin made you shiver. “Do you know how badly I wanted to show them that you’re mine?” His lips began to bite and suck at your neck and you couldn’t help the excitement tremble through your body.

“Ah… I was just doing my job…” you said, squirming under his touch, “And trying to get more tips.”

Though, you thought to yourself, you wouldn’t have opposed it if Diluc had stopped and kissed you in front of all the bar patrons. The thought of Diluc standing idly by as you worked, serving the bar patrons while he watched, frustrated, jealous, needy for you, was frankly, hot.

Diluc clicked his tongue. “I would have thought you were doing it on purpose to get a rise out of me.” His hand dipped underneath the fabric of your shirt, his fingers tracing the underband of your bra.

You shook your head as he cupped your breast, giving it a light squeeze. “I wasn’t doing it on purpose, really. I just figured I would get more tips if I made myself appealing.” You pressed your legs together, the burning excitement between your legs making you eager. “But, I’ll confess,” you started, fingertips grazing his jawline, “I like seeing you jealous.”

“Hmph.” Diluc removed himself from you, and you immediately felt the cold loss of his warmth. You wondered if your honesty upset him but then his hand tugged at your shirt, pulling it over your head and unclipping your bra without a word. You couldn’t help but be amused at how he didn’t want to admit he was jealous. He tossed your clothes on the ground, pushing you back on the sofa until you were pressed against the cushions. Diluc settled himself between your legs, his mouth latching onto your exposed skin while his hands lifted your skirt up and stripped you of panties.

A finger ran through your folds and you shivered under his touch. “You’re this wet already?” Your cheeks burned at the question and he continued, “Did shaking your ass in front of all those people get you this wet?”

You shook your head vigorously. “No! Of course n — Ah!”

Diluc shoved two fingers inside of you, taking you by surprise. He didn’t hesitate to begin a harsh pace inside of your pussy, instantly swallowing your cute moans as he pressed his lips to yours.

“Diluc, faster.”

But instead you felt a loss of pressure as he lowered himself to your core, kissing the inside of your thigh. Your hand threaded through his soft hair, pulling his hair tie off, his red locks cascading down his shoulders, tickling your skin. You could feel his warm breath on your core, making you shake with anticipation. Your hand on his hair signaled him to continue.

Diluc drowned in your aromatic scent before lapping up your wetness, your reaction immediate to the pleasure he was giving you. Your fingers tightened on his hair as you bit back a moan. This encouraged him to continue, licking and sucking at your pussy.

His tongue then moved to nibble at your aching clit, your body immediately jolting at the sensation, while his fingers pumped in and out of you.

“Don’t stop,” you cried out, your hips rising from the cushions and grinding against his face, so desperate for the knot in your abdomen to come undone. Your surroundings were spinning around you, the way Diluc’s hot tongue sopped up your wetness, his long fingers curling up inside your cunt, hitting that sweet spot. “I’m close.”

Diluc continued with eagerness, taking in your adorable moans, your soft thighs pressed against the sides of his head, your body trembling with how good he was making you feel. He knew where to touch you, how to make you feel so good, only him, and he took pride in that fact.

Finally, you broke under his touch. Your back arched off the couch, your hand with a fistful of his hair, as you moaned his name. Your heart in your ears as you attempted to calm yourself down from your high, but Diluc wasn’t done, his tongue slid against your still sensitive cunt, causing your body to jerk. “D-Diluc,” you whimpered, thighs shaking.

He didn’t answer, instead ran a finger teasingly slow through your folds before rising. He hovered over you on his knees, his hands quickly undoing his belt and pulling his pants down. His hard cock sprung from its confines, red and angry, already hard. You gulped as you watched him hold the base of his cock, staring down at you with eyes so red, so fiery, you knew he was going to ruin you without remorse.

Diluc leaned back down, wrapping his lips around your nipple, one hand rubbing circles on the other with his thumb. You didn’t want to wait, you wanted to feel the fullness of his thick cock, with his sweet seed. “Diluc, please. Just fuck me already.”

You felt his lips curve into a smile on your skin. He gave your breast a harsh suck before finally aligning himself at your entrance. “Are you ready?” he asked.

You nodded vigorously. Effortlessly, Diluc pushed in, bottoming out immediately. The two of you let out a groan and Diluc stilled for a moment for you to adjust to his girth. The moment he started to move, your body felt like it was burning, everything else around you didn’t exist. It was just you and Diluc. His pace was rough but steady, and your hands started clawing at his back, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“You feel so good. You’re so tight for me,” Diluc growled in your ear, leaving a hickey under your earlobe.

His compliment sent a wave of heat straight to your core and you couldn’t contain the moans that escaped your lips. Your mind, your body, your everything was filled with Diluc and only Diluc.

You attempted to muffle your sounds with your hand but Diluc grabbed your wrist. “I want to hear you,” he said in a serious tone, voice low and husky. He voice was so commanding, so possessive, so hot, you had no choice but to obey. Though you were worried your sounds could be heard from outside the room.

A loud knock on the door confirmed your worry.

Diluc didn’t stop in his thrusting, an irritated noise reverberated from his throat. “What?” his voice boomed, obviously displeased at whoever had the gall to be interrupting.

“Diluc?” Kaeya’s lilted voice could be heard from the other side. Of course it would be that nettlesome Calvary captain. “Is y/n in there with you?”

He already knew the answer to that asinine question.

“Why do you want to know?” Diluc grunted as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, making you moan a bit too loudly.

“Oh, nothing. Just tell them they were such a wonderful server. I would love to be served by them again.” His tone was so instigating, so suggesting, it annoyed Diluc to no end.

Diluc shifted his body, lifting your legs so it was close to your chest. This allowed him to fuck you in new, deeper angles. “Fuck!” The sensation made you dig your nails into his shoulder, crying out at the change in position. You were so immersed in the pleasure that you couldn’t bother thinking about whether Kaeya heard you.

“Get out, Kaeya.” Diluc said through gritted teeth, sweat from his brow trailing down his temple as he continued pumping in and out of you roughly.

“Ah, so harsh as always. Okay, okay, I’ll get going. Charles is done closing up anyways.” A pause. “Bye, you two. Have fun~” Yeah. He definitely heard. His steps finally sounded and faded away, a door shutting closed in the distance.

Diluc groaned in exasperation but he doesn’t stop, his pace inside of you doesn’t falter. Rather, he went impossibly faster, thrusting sharply that you cry out his name with no restraint. When your eyes finally met his ruby, you can see a burning flame in them, no doubt set ablaze by Kaeya’s taunts.

“Tell me who fucks you this good?” A sharp thrust. “Who does this whore belong to?” Another sharp thrust.

“Fuck, Diluc!” Tears pricked at your eyes from the intense pleasure. “You! I’m yours, all yours, and only yours.”

His fingers move to rub circles over your clit, and finally, you teeter off the edge. Your high hits you like a Mitachurl’s wooden shield, sending off a cliff of complete ecstasy. Diluc’s name is the only thing you know.

You were a mess, hair sticky on your forehead, but Diluc pulses inside your aching cunt, sensitive and raw from your second orgasm. The overstimulation was becoming too much, tears welling at your eyes.

“You’re doing so well. Just a little more, angel.” He thumbed away a tear at the corner of your eye and brushed your damp hair from your hair. Despite the erotic scene before you, your heart couldn’t help but swell with affection at how caring Diluc was, even when he was fucking you senseless.

You nodded, grabbing his shirt to pull him into a kiss. Once he pulled away, Diluc adjusted your bodies again, changing the position so you were half-laying on your side, your legs were pressed together, knees curled to your chest in a fetal-like position.

“You look so pretty like this,” Diluc said through breaths. “Needy for me, crying out for me. All for me and only me to see.” Your hair a halo around you, the fringe of your short skirt skimming your ass, your cheeks flushed, your red lips parted with moans and cries that only he could hear, could savor in and drink. A sound so enticing, so rich and delicious, better than the sweet wine his winery produces. He leaned down, kissing your shoulder.

Diluc pumped into you, chasing after his own high. He placed his hand on your ass, grabbing it so roughly the skin under his fingers bruised. He pulled almost all the way out before ramming his cock inside. You let out a yelp of surprise as his thick girth brushed against your walls, so close to sending you over the edge once more.

Diluc let out a grunt, and his thrusts soon became erratic.

“Diluc,” you moaned, “finish inside, please.”

His body twitched at your words, his motions paused briefly, for the first time since beginning, before nodding. The thought of filling you to the brim with his seed—making you his eternally—had him quickening his pace, desperately urgent to climax. Diluc rolled your clit between his fingers, and then, you break once more, calling for him. Your walls tightened around his length, and Diluc whispered your name like a prayer, before his orgasm washed over him, his hot seed spilling into you.

Neither of you moved for a moment. The only sound in the room were yours and Diluc’s shallow breathing. He pulled out of you, the white liquid dripping from your cunt and legs to the couch. Diluc helped sit you up against the armrest. You flinched at the wet squelching between your legs as you sit back against the couch and heaved a delighted yet exhausted sigh. You looked over at Diluc, who was pulling his pants up and buckling his belt, entranced by the sight of the sweat still shining on his forehead, his bright hair a mess, his cheeks flushed pink.

“Was I too rough?” he asked, sitting next to you and tracing your jawline.

You smiled, shaking your head. “It was perfect.”

Diluc leaned in to kiss you, sweetly, tenderly, a much longer kiss than the ones earlier, full with earnest love.

He pulled away. “I’m not letting you work here anymore,” he then deadpanned.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the sudden change of mood. “C’mon, Diluc! But I want to. There’s no way you can say no to me.” You gave him a radiant smile and he melted.

He knew he couldn’t say no to you, when you smiled at him so sincerely like that. “Then I will at least give you a different uniform. Lest we want something like this to happen every night.”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”

He cutely huffed at you, playfully shaking his head with a grin. "Let's go. We told Charles we would clean the bar. You also need to be cleaned up." He held out his hand and you took it gratefully, giving it a light squeeze.

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Otis Driftwood x Reader (Ten Million fireflies part 1)

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

As i ran the weeds and tall grass cut at my legs, but i kept going, i knew i couldn't stop or it would be the last thing i did.

These crazy hillbilly fucks had taken me and my friends in after the tires on my friends car had popped, they offered us shelter until it was fixed but little did we know they were fucking crazy. There were 5 of us to start with but now it's just me.

"Run rabbit, Run!" I heard the tall one with stark white hair call out from somewhere behind me as i ran, He was the one who separated me from my friends back at the house, he said in his words he could tell i was "Special", God only knows what that means.

I could see the road through the trees, i was almost safe, when my ankle got caught on a particularly thick tree root, I came down to the ground with a groan as i frantically tried to continue by crawling, i could here the heavy footfalls in the woods behind me as my hunter caught up. I was fucked.

"Well, well, well" I heard his voice coming from right behind me "Look what we have here" I heard him laugh as i continued to crawl. He then grabbed me by my ankle and drug me back so that i was right in front of him, He also flipped me over onto my back so i was looking up at him.

"Please" i begged "Please just let me go, I won't tell anyone about you or your family i swear" i sobbed out, i knew it was futile but in the moment i didn't care, the man laughed.

"Well honey, i hate to break your heart but it don't work like that here" he told me, i tried to inch away as he talked.

"Name's Otis" he said "And i meant what i said back at the house, You might not want to admit it but your special" he said looking at me smirking, I cringed, this guy was insane.

"Do you have any fucking manners?" He snarled

"W-what?" i squeaked

"I introduced myself, it's your turn" he said holding his hand out as if we was presenting me.

"Y-y/n, My name is y/n" i told him, why the fuck was i even entertaining this crazy bastard. I had then realized i had managed to back myself into a tree as my back pressed up against it.

"Well y/n" Otis began, "Welcome to the family" he announced, My blood ran cold, Did he just say family? I'm joining his crazy fucking family?, i must have looked shocked because Otis laughed.

"My little sister, Baby, has been begging for a sister" he said as he crouched down next to me and put his hand under my chin, running his thumb slightly over the edge of my bottom lip.

"Please" i all but whispered to him.

"I know" Otis said in mock sympathy "I told you, your special but to be honest i was just gonna fuckin' kill ya" he said slightly chuckling "But mama told me not too, It's "For Baby" she says" He rolled his eyes. He then looked down at something. i followed his eyes and realized he was looking at my torn shirt that showed a little more cleavage then i would have liked. He smirked standing up and dragging me up with him.

"You know what?" he started "I think mama was right to make me not kill you, you and I are gonna have a lot of fun together" He said burying his face in my neck and inhaling "Yeah, A whole hellavu lot of fun"

i sobbed as he dragged me with my arms behind my back, back to his hell hole of a fucking house as he laughed maniacally the whole way.

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Should i make a part 2 to this??, i feel like this has potential to be my first series.

[xneens]

34+35

Warnings: explicit sexual content, swearing, alcohol consumption

Word count: 2.6k

Summary: In which you want to fuck him until daylight.

You might think I'm crazy

The way I've been cravin'

If I put it quite plainly

Just give me them babies

Downing the shot of vodka, you cheered loudly, grinning as you noticed you had beaten the others. Your friend followed your actions, downing his before slamming it back on the bar. You giggled, wiping away the droplet of vodka running down your chin. "I win. Again."

"How the fuck are you not on the floor?" Jace asked, almost breathless. The blond-haired man took a sip of water, trying to un-pucker his lips. "I'mma cut you off or you'll hate yourself tomorrow while nursing the worse hangover."

You pouted, making a face at the glass of water Jace has slide over to you. "One more. I promise this'll be the last one."

Spending a Friday night with your lifelong best friend, getting drunk off your ass is exactly what you needed after an impossibly long week at work. He had suggested dancing but you took it a step further with hard earned shots. There wasn't a doubt you'd wake up with the nastiest hangover tomorrow. Yet, you didn't, not when you hung out with your best friend; nothing could go wrong.

"That's what you said three shots ago. Come on, drink some water and we can dance for a few minutes before I take you home." Jace said, practically forcing you to take a big gulp of water. Once you had complied, he smiled, catching the eye of the hottest guy in the club, who had been staring at you while his friends' conversations fell deaf to his ears. Jace leaned in, his mouth near your ear. "That guy is staring at you."

Resisting the urge to look, you hope, whoever he is, is cute. You took another sip of water while Jace tried to pinpoint where he saw the man before. "And are we sure he isn't staring at you? You look bomb as fuck tonight, babe."

Jace rolled his eyes, casting his eyes back to you. "I'm pretty positive. Sis didn't even notice me catching him staring. Honest to god, I swear I've seen him somewhere before, he looks so familiar."

Curiosity getting the best of you and you abruptly turned around, meeting a pair of the bluest eyes you've ever seen. He sat in a booth full of his friends, a bottle of beer in his hands while his eyes widened when they met yours. The man was handsome as hell, with broad shoulders, a toned chest that shown through his tight white shirt, biceps as big as 10 year old's head. The Patriots hat covered his hair but from what you could tell, he had dark hair, maybe dark brown but as of the moment, you couldn't tell. Not with the way he was looking at you.

So what are you doing tonight?

Better say, "Doin' you right"

Watching movies, boy, we

Ain't seein' a thing tonight

Subconsciously, you licked your lips, turning your attention back to Jace, a trail of goosebumps appearing on your arm. "Holy fuck, he's gorgeous."

"Ride his horse til you can't no more." Jace replied, grinning slyly when you smacked his arm. He took a sip of his drink, grimacing when the liquid burned his throat. "But seriously, go for it. You'd make a cute couple, or if you don't want that, he looks like he's a good fuck."

Glancing back at the man, you saw him talking to his friends with a comical expression on, like he was arguing about something. You couldn't deny how hot he is. "He does, doesn't he?"

"I've got a plan." Jace announced, jumping out of his chair, his fluffy hair bouncing at the movement. He reached out, taking your hands in his before leading you to the crowded dance floor, bodies grinding and jumping along to the music. He put a hand on your waist, the other turning you around the face the unbelievable hot man. "Dance."

Following his command, you moved your hips in the rhythm of the music, throwing your hands up, letting Jace guide your body. You could feel his eyes on you, maybe a few on you, but you didn't look up, focusing on not making a fool of yourself, which wouldn't be hard considering the amount of vodka you drank. Ariana Grande came on, singing about how she wanted to 69 with her boyfriend when you finally looked up.

But the Patriots hottie wasn't sitting in his booth, the seat he occupied now vacant. You were about to turn around when you noticed the navy blue hat towering over you. The man glanced at your best friend, and Jace immediately took his hands off your waist, leaning towards the guy, squishing you between them.

"Hi!" Jace screamed, barely heard from the loud thumping of the music. "I'm not her boyfriend, just a very helpful friend. She's been stressed out at work, so do whatever you need to do to help her relax if you know what I mean. I'll leave you guys be. Have fun!"

Before you could elbow him, Jace left, squeezing in between bodies to get away. You were left with the grinning man, his smile making a dimple on his left cheek. Playfully rolling your eyes, you yelled your name at him, introducing yourself.

He held out his hand, leaning closer so you could hear what he was saying. You shook his hand. "I'm Chris! It's really nice to meet you!"

Laughing, you nodded, telling him the same. By the end of the night, you'd both be deaf. "Do you wanna dance with me?"

"Yeah!" Chris shouted, covering an ear with his hand.

It was the vodka that made you put step closer to him, turning your back, and leaning against the fine specimen. His arms wrapped around your abdomen, his crotch pressing between your ass cheeks, and head rested on your shoulder, his lips brushing your ear. You could feel the hardness pressing against you, and you arched your back, his crotch grinding against your ass.

Chris groaned, while you let out a little mewl, loving how he felt against you. The electronic music came back on, the LED lights flashing across the whole club while purple jumped up and down, pumping their fist in the air. Both you and Chris followed the crowd, grinding against one another as you jumped, his hot breath tickling your hair.

The vibe between the two of you intensified, the air around you hot, the body heat multiplying as the dancing continued. From the corner of your eye, you could see your best friend dancing with a girl, keeping a close eye on you. Giving him a thumbs up and a smile, you threw your head back, exposing your neck to Chris. Taking his chance, he pressed a soft kiss on it, earning a soft moan from you. His lips were soft, warm, and addicting.

Turning back around, you put a hand on his chest, feeling the toned pecs under the thin shirt. An arm wrapped around his neck, and immediately, he dipped his head down, crashing his lips down on yours. Moaning, you slipped your tongue inside his mouth, both of them swirling as you locked lips. You could hear the muffled cheers from Jace, ignoring the blood rushing to your cheeks from kissing a man you barely knew.

His hands roamed your body, an arm pulling you even closer to him while a hand tangled themselves in your hair, the slight pain edging you even more. Wetness dampened your underwear, the juices ruining the fabric. Chris' lips tasted like beer, with a hint of vanilla chapstick. It made you crave him even more. Breaking away from the kiss, you planted, breathless from the passionate lip lock. His eyes darkened, landing on your cleavage before making their way up to your lips.

Leaning in, you whispered. "Bathroom."

Without hesitation, he took your hand, quickly pulling you away from the dance floor, leading you to the nearest bathroom. And that happened to be the men's. Chris didn't waste any second, pushing you agains the wall as soon as the door shut. He immediately locked the door, not caring if the bathroom was preoccupied. It wasn't.

I don't wanna keep you up

But show me, can you keep it up?

'Cause then I'll have to keep you up

So maybe I'ma keep you up, boy

I've been drinking coffee

And I've been eating healthy

Know I keep it squeaky, yeah

Saving up my energy

A pair of lips met yours, a hand cupping your cheek, and an arm tugging off your black top while yours crawled to the hem of his. Breaking the kiss, you pulled off your shirt, throwing the fabric on the dirty bathroom floor. His dropped next to yours.

Your hands unbuckled his belt, heavy breathing, and buttons unhooking filled the silent room. Clothes fell to the floor; it wasn't long until you stood in front of one another, naked as the day you were born. With a pounding heart, Chris fondled your tits, squeezing and kneading for a full minute while his cock swelled, lifting up higher and higher until it poked your stomach.

"Your tits are so perfect," Chris whispered, dipping his head to lick a hard nipple.

You let out a whimper, pushing him away only to drop to your knees, his cock in your face. You took his rippling hard cock into your mouth. You'd never had anything that big in your mouth before, but you sucked in as much as you could and stroked the rest with your hand, cupping his heavy balls with the other.

"Ooh, yes, sweetheart," Chris groaned. "That's my good girl. You suck it so good, pretty baby."

Can you stay up all night?

Fuck me 'til the daylight?

Thirty-four, thirty-five

Can you stay up all night?

Fuck me 'til the daylight?

Thirty-four, thirty-five

You gaze up at his face while you sucked him, making sure you could see the pleasure on his face. The way he was gazing down at you with pure lust in his eyes made your cunt flush with heat. You knew you were going to need to cum, but you wanted it to be on his cock. You bobbed your head along the shaft, sucking him harder and faster while you could feel his balls tightening up in your hand.

The pleasure of taking a man's cum in your mouth was always satisfying but your newfound love for watching a big, hard cock spurt warm cum onto your skin took over. When Chris grunted and warned you he was going to cum you backed against the way, and furiously stroked his shaft directly into your face. He was staring down at you with fire in his lustful eyes. He grunted and huffed desperately while ribbons of his cum burst from his cock and spattered your doll-like face. Opening your mouth, you welcomed some of the man's gooey discharge directly onto your tongue.

Chris' cum was tangy, but it was the yummiest treat you'd ever had in your mouth. After letting it linger on your tongue for a moment or two, you finally swallowed it down, giving you the warmest feeling in your tummy you'd ever had. A moment later, Chris was pulling you to your feet. He pressed a soft kiss on your lips, moaning softly.

"I want you," he stated, his cock already hardening despite cumming only a few seconds ago. His eyes burned with lust. "Now."

Kissing him back, you smirked, knowing the effect you had on men. "Then take me."

Baby, you might need a seatbelt when I ride it

I'ma leave it open like a door, come inside it

Even though I'm wifey, you can hit it like a side chick

Don't need no side dick, no

Got the neighbors yelling' "Earthquake!"

4.5 when I make the bed shake

But you down to hit it even though it's lightweight

His cock was nestled against your cunt, making your slut warm and wet. You kissed for a few more minutes before Chris' cock was fully hard, rubbing against your dewy slit. Chris pushed the thick dome of his cock into your slick, smooth opening, earning a loud moan from you.

His imposing cock was pushing inside against you and filling your hole like it had never been filled before. He felt so thick and hard, that fat shaft scraping against your inner walls. Before you even knew what was happening, Chris was pumping your hole with every, hard inch of his cock. His body was so much bigger than yours. You felt like you were being impaled, and the way his huge cock was driving you higher and higher was turning you into his own, personal cock-loving cumslut.

You whimpered, wiggling your hips to get some friction. "Fuck! I love your cock so much."

Chris pulled every inch of his cock out, leaving the head just in before pounding into you. You both moaned, loving the way his cock filled you so much. "I love this pussy. And your mouth. I want to fuck you until you have my cum dripping down your thighs."

We'll start it at midnight, go 'til the sunrise

Don't have to save time

But who's counting the time when we got it for life?

I know all your favorite spots

We can take it from the top

You're such a dream come true, true

Make a bitch wanna hit snooze, ooh

Before you could answer, he drove his big cock into your slippery fuckhole with increasingly forceful thrusts, leaving you speechless. Nothing felt as good as being fucked by the handsome stranger. Chris kept kissing your mouth and tits while driving his cock into you with long, hard thrusts.

You climaxed at least two times from the hot fucking. On the second time, you started begging him to fill your pussy with his cum. "Do it inside me, Chris. Fill my cunt till it's dripping back out."

Between the clenching grip of your climaxing pussy, and your eager need to be filled with cum, Chris' cock exploded deep inside your tight channel, filling you up and with a hard creamy load of his cum. You climaxed until you were breathless. Chris pressed his forehead against your own, panting while his softening cock stayed inside your cunt. You could feel his cum dripping out of pussy, slowly sliding down the inside of your thighs.

"Well, fuck." Chris breathed. You laughed, panting still. He pulled away slightly, looking you in the eyes. "I should tell you I usually don't do this. Believe it or not, but this is the first time I fucked in such a public place."

Nodding, you agreed, looking to your left, seeing your reflection in the mirror. You looked like you just had a good fuck. "Me, too. Um, we should probably get cleaned up and get out. Someone might want to use the bathroom."

But Chris didn't move, neither did you. "Actually, before your friend encouraged me to fuck you, I came up to ask you a question."

"Yes?"

"Would you like to go out sometime?" he asked sheepishly, blushing, cock still inside.

You couldn't help but laugh at the weird situation. "I'm sorry but are you actually asking me that when your cock is still in me?"

Chris blushed even harder, pulling his cock out, your cum glistening it. "Right, sorry. So, what'd you say? Just one date?"

Chuckling, you nodded, a big smile on your face. "Yeah, I'm down."

Means I wanna 69 with you

No shit

Math class

Never was good

[itsadamcole]

but ... it’s valentine’s day

fem!reader x jon moxley

reader loves Valentine's Day, but Jon isn't the biggest fan of the holiday and he makes sure everyone knows that ...

word count: 2.2k+

warnings: kinda fluffy, public touching and a little teasing, smut

— we’re gonna ignore the fact that this is being posted almost 2 months late. okay? okay. —

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You walk back to your locker room after your match with Britt Baker. You're all sweaty and feel gross, even after you've wiped most of the sweat away. The match was for the number one contender's tournament, and you lost but you're happy for your best friend since she advanced, even if it was because she beat you.

The door closes behind you and you fall onto the little loveseat with a sigh. You close your eyes for a second, literally one second, when the door opens and you hear your boyfriend ask, "Why does everyone make a huge deal about Valentine's Day?"

"It's a day to show some extra love to your significant other," you say, closing your eyes again. "Balloons, chocolates, and romantic dates. You know, it's a thing."

Jon sits beside you and says, "I can give you balloons, chocolates, and romantic dates any day of the week."

You look over at him and say, "You haven't given me balloons or chocolates. Romantic dates, yes, but not the balloons or chocolates."

He blinks at you and says, "I don't have to give you balloons or chocolates. I give you the hottest sex you'll ever have, whenever you want."

"You do," you giggle. "Maybe I'd like some chocolates and balloons today though."

Your boyfriend moves closer to you and puts a hand on your thigh. "Or," he says, kissing your jaw. "I can just give you some hot sex again." A sigh escapes your lips and you smile.

Jon rubs your thigh a bit as you say, "I have to shower and I do want to at least do dinner tonight since it is Valentine's Day. Then after that, all the hot sex you want, baby."

He looks at you and asks, "Can I join you in the shower?"

"As long as you promise you won't try anything and actually let me shower," you tell him, standing up.

Jon nods and says, "I promise, baby."

He doesn't keep his promise. Not at all.

***

You get home after Jon turned a 20 minute shower into an hour-long shower. Dinner is very late because you had a match, and because of the long shower, but you still get dressed up to go out. You dress into a two piece red dress. The top is lacey, almost see through and has long sleeves. The neck dips low, revealing a lot of your cleavage, and it's cut like a crop top. It hugs your body. You know Jon will love that, especially since it reveals a decent amount. He'll also love the fact that the skirt is short and tight. You put on red heels and put your hair up in a high ponytail, adding some light makeup after. Not too much though.

Just so you can use it against Jon later, you don't wear any underwear. You're completely commando.

Jon waits downstairs for you. He sits on the couch and scrolls through his phone. You click into the living room and clear your throat. "Ready?" you ask.

Your boyfriend looks up from his phone and his eyes almost bug out of his head. "Damn, baby," he says. "I don't know if I can make it through dinner with you looking like that."

You walk over to him and stand behind him. He's looking back at you as you lean down, putting your hands on his shoulders. You say, "I have a surprise for you after dinner, but you have to be good. Okay?"

Jon says, "I can't promise you that. Look at what happened last time I promised you I wouldn't do anything."

"Touche," you giggle. "Come on. Dinner then sex, I promise."

Your boyfriend reluctantly gets up and leaves with you to go to dinner.

Both of you decided on the way home that you would just go to a nice place that wouldn't be completely booked since it's late on Valentine's Day. Most couples would be home by now so you're hopeful to get a table pretty quickly.

You do have to wait a little bit. You sit with Jon in the waiting area on a comfortable bench that's cushioned. Jon sits very close to you. You look over at Jon, saying, "You better not do anything, Jon. Or no present for you."

He holds his hands up and says, "I'm not doing anything to you, baby. I promise. See? Hands are up and I'm not touching you."

A smile forms on his lips and you shake your head, a smile forming on yours. "You are really testing it," you say.

"I'm not testing anything," he says. "But I still don't get romantic dates on Valentine's Day. I can take you out whenever you want to. Why couldn't we stay home and have sex or something."

You say, "Because Valentine's Day is about spending the day doing romantic stuff. Not about how hard you can fuck me, Jon. I know how hard you can fuck me and I've learned the hard way just how hard you can fuck me."

He snickers a bit and says, "You really couldn't walk for the rest of the day."

Laughing, you say, "I couldn't. That was your fault."

Jon smirks, proud of himself. You take his hand and rest your head on his shoulder.

Soon after, your name is called. A table is ready, and the hostess leads you to the table. Jon sits adjacent to you and you begin looking over the menu.

Younger couples surround you in the restaurant. The couple that are parents are probably home with their kids at this point.

A waitress comes up to you and Jon, saying, "Hi, my name is Andi and I'll be taking care of you tonight. What can I get y'all to drink?" She has a slight southern accent.

Jon says, "A bottle of your finest wine for the table, please."

"Anything for you, darlin'," the waitress says, writing down Jon's request. You blink at the waitress as she walks off.

You continue to look over the menu, trying to find something to eat. It's a fancy restaurant so there are steaks and there are pasta dishes. You're not really in the mood for anything specific.

The waitress comes back with a bottle of wine and two glasses. "Okay, what can I get y'all to eat?" she asks.

You say, "I'll have the broccoli chicken alfredo. Can I get some extra alfredo sauce on that please?"

She nods and asks, "And for you, handsome?"

That little comment made you a little angry, you won't lie. You stare at Jon and he says, "I'll take a 12 ounce sirloin steak with mushrooms and onions. And for the sides, I'd like a loaded baked potato and french fries."

He got french fries. He knows you love french fries and he knows you'll snack on them. A smile forms on your lips.

The waitress nods and walks off. You pout a bit at Jon.

"What's wrong, babe?" Jon asks, looking at you. "Are you feeling okay? Sore from your match?"

You say, "She was flirting with you."

Jon reaches out and tucks a piece of loose hair behind your ear before he says, "I didn't notice. My girlfriend is looking sexy right beside me."

Blood rushes to your cheeks, warming them. Jon laughs as you blush. "It's not funny," you say.

"You're cute," Jon says. "And I love you."

You smile a bit and say, "Okay, fine. I love you too."

He leans over and pecks your lips. When he pulls back, you lean into him and press a longer kiss to his lips. One of Jon's hands slip between your thighs under the table. You put your elbows on the table and put your head in your hands. You look at Jon as his fingers slip further up your skirt.

A soft gasp leaves your lips as Jon surprisingly discovers you're not wearing any underwear. A mischievous smirk forms on his lips. "You're leaving yourself vulnerable to me, Y/N," Jon starts.

"You are not fingering me in the middle of a restaurant," you loud whisper at him. "So help me, Moxley. No surprise for you."

Jon chuckles and he just plays with your clit under the table. You have bite your lip to stay quiet. You feel yourself getting more wet with every movement of his fingers. This goes on until your meals get to the table.

Both of you are very turned on at this point because of him teasing you and touching you under the table so after you're done eating, Jon pays the bill and quickly leaves with you. You get in the car, and Jon gets in too. He drives to your shared house. You've taken off your heels by this point so you can get inside quicker.

It takes about two seconds for Jon's lips to find yours as soon as the door is closed. He presses your back against the door as you start to unbutton the buttons on his nice button-up that he wore to dinner. He quickly sheds the shirt and it drops to the floor. Your tongue slides into his mouth.

Jon's hands are on your thighs before he picks you up. You wrap your legs around his waist as Jon walks into the living room. He drops you on your back on the couch, breaking the kiss. You sit up and undo the button on his pants. You can see the very obvious bulge in his boxers when you pull his pants down. You trace the print of his dick for a second before you pull the boxers down.

You gently begin to stroke his member. Jon sighs softly before grabbing a handful of your hair. "Be nice and suck it," he almost commands.

"I didn't hear a 'please'," you say, smirking.

Jon says, "The only time you'll hear the word 'please' tonight is when I'm fucking you and you beg me for more."

The dirty talk is definitely a turn on for you. You bite your lip and take his dick in your hand before you take him in your mouth. You begin bobbing your head, using your hand for what can't fit in your mouth. Jon's hand is still in your hair as he begins to thrust into your mouth.

You hum around him. You know that drives Jon crazy. Your hands are on his thighs and you grip a little bit. Jon grabs your ponytail and tilts your head back after a moment, his member sliding out of your mouth. You stare up at him and wait for him to do something.

Jon takes off the top of your two piece dress before taking the skirt off. He smirks when he sees that you’re now completely naked. He knows you went completely commando under your dress.

“You’re so bad, Y/N,” Jon tells you.

You grab his wrists and pull him onto you. He braces himself on the back of the couch and looks at you. “I had to learn from someone, didn’t I?” you say innocently.

He pushes you onto your back and puts your legs over his shoulders. “I know you learned from me, Y/N,” he says.

A smile forms on your lips as Jon lines himself up with your entrance. Without warning, he slams into you. It’s not as painful as it used to be because he almost always starts out like this when you have sex. You’ve gotten used to it, but it feels more pleasurable than painful.

“God, fuck,” you cuss. “Do it again.”

He listens to you and thrusts hard into you again. You moan out his name and grasp onto the couch cushions. Jon hovers above you as he begins to repeatedly slam into your core. Your moans are loud almost from the start.

Jon goes harder and harder every few thrusts. You gasp and moan. When he finds your g-spot, you scream, “Jon! Right there! Please don’t stop.”

Your moans and the sound of skin slapping fills the house. You grasp onto Jon’s arms, digging your nails into the skin as he fucks you.

A pit forms in your stomach and you know you’re close, but you still need to give Jon his Valentine’s Day present.

So, much to Jon’s surprise, you roll so you’re straddling his dick, which is still inside of him. Jon stares up at you and you begin to bounce up and down on his member. Your moans are loud and his hands are on your waist.

The pit in your stomach explodes without warning and you release around Jon, moaning his name. Jon cums inside of you, not wanting to dirty the couch cushions. You’re okay with it.

You collapse onto Jon’s chest. You bury your face in his neck and he wraps his arms around your shoulders. Both of you lay and catch your breaths.

“Best Valentine’s Day sex we’ve ever had,” Jon pants. “You need to top me more often, Y/N.”

A smirk forms on your lips and you say, “With pleasure.”