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nerdieforpedro · 3 months

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Filthy Hooligans

Lucian Flores x female reader

This fanfiction and my entire blog is 18+ MDNI

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Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Showing up at Lucian's place at 3 am only means one thing. You both know it.

Warnings: Reader (nickname is cupcake) and Lucian are filthy, moisture, smoking, teasing, reference to public sex, exhibitionist behavior, fingering, 2 ass slaps (I think), unprotected P in V (wrap it people!), finger sucking

Notes: I came home from work last night. Fully intended to work on like 4 other WIPs I have. Fell asleep in my chair after eating something in my scrubs, woke up at 3 am. Wrote this, sent it to @musings-of-a-rose to read to over. And here were are. I hope I got the scuzz right. 👀

“I didn’t realize you were full of such bullshit Flores.”

“You’re not going to take that tone with me. I’m telling you not to come here anymore.”

“Is that why you opened the door for me, because I shouldn’t come here anymore?”

It’s your damn mouth. You always have something to say, you can never just accept an answer. Always questioning, always saying something. He needs you to understand that he isn’t saying this because he wants to. Any man in their right mind would enjoy a visit from you at 3 a.m. in nothing but a crimson silk nightgown, black kitten heels and that long black peacoat he remembered buying for you even though you said it was too much. Things are a little too heated right now, he needs to lay low and not have people coming to and from except family, which you care clearly not. Everything about you is loud, which he enjoys. Immensely, finds it entertaining, but not now.

“I opened the door because I can’t have you causing a scene in my building. I don’t need this shit right now.” Flores is barefoot and pacing. The door man knows you downstairs, he’s one of his people who knows you visit usually at night several times a week. He shouldn’t have let you in, Lucian doesn't remember off hand if he told him or not. He needs to follow up on that later.

He always has a slight sheen to him, no matter if it’s cold or warm or he’s actually inside. Hair lightly damp around the edges but still curly on top. His small soft belly jiggles over the top of his gray sweatpants he normally sleeps in. A hand at his temple, massaging it, while his other one holds his cigarette, half ash and falling onto the floor. He’s aware that this isn’t his usual calm, collected and suave self.

“Seems like you need my mouth after all Lucian.” You’re starting your game. Calling his name like that, kicking off your heels, running your cool hands across his heated back. It feels too good. He stops pacing for a moment. “Lu, please. I’ll take care of you and then go.” The idea floats in his mind. To let you do it, have that hot moist mouth of yours, he can lay his head against the back of his couch and not worry about anything while you work. Kissing, sucking, licking, smearing, worshiping at the altar he has between his legs. “Lu-cian~ Lu baby…” Your voice is deepening raspy, lips on the back of his neck, fingers tracing the gold chain that has become his signature over the years. Once he feels your tongue where his hairline starts, he turns to grab your wrists, not too hard, but so you’ll stop.

“You damn siren! Just fucking listen. You. Need. To. Go. Do not come back until I call for you. I mean it cupcake.” Releasing you he curses. This is not what he needs right not, to be worrying about you. Flores needs to be focused on a plan to get out of the mess, find where the leak is. One of the boys messed up, he needed to know which one. He expects to hear you storm out, welcomes it because then he can focus.

“Lucy~” Dammit, he hates when you call him that. It pisses him off, you know it does. He can’t engage. He’ll fall for the trick you’re trying to pull on him. Sticking his cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table, he goes over to his kitchen and gets a drink of water, gulping it down. Trickles of it slide down his neck, he knows it’s hitting the vein you like to nibble and suck on when you ride him. He’s been half-swollen since you banged on his door. He knew what you came here for, the same thing you’d been coming for the last three months. Lucian doesn’t expect your next move though, to have your silk, up around your waist, you on your knees facing the back of the couch and opening yourself for him. “Lucian, fill me once. Once and I’ll go.” His hands hold tight onto the sides of his marble kitchen island. Watching you. You’re just as bad as he is.

The two of you have been like this since the Burger King parking lot in your car. You’d pulled him in, got on top of him, rode him, told him you liked his gold chain and used a marker you found in your glove box to write your number on his arm. Well you tried to, he was too sweaty once you two finished so that was a good laugh. There was a speed warning ticket that you tore in half and you both exchanged numbers. You were sure your phone was somewhere in your car. He was going to meet his guys to check in and see how collections were going, you said you were going to pick your mother up and take her to the grocery store. Filth to match his grime. Different locations, indoors and outdoors. At times, ripped and stained clothing was all you two parted with. His sweat on your body, lipstick on his chest and neck. Sometimes he wouldn’t wipe it off before he went to his next stop, showing off what he’d been up to.

Flores took his time in walking over to you, watching you wiggle your ass for him. When he was behind you, he spread your thighs wider and inserted two fingers in your dripping cunt, curling them to have you call his name louder. “They slid right the hell in didn’t they? Only been two days since I was last in this pussy. You already want it filled again, don’t you cupcake?” You look over your shoulder and whine, he uses his free hands to swat your ass.

“Hell yes Lucian. I want to leave dripping again.” You grind on his fingers, making him start to pump into you slowly. “Give me your thick cock and stain me again.” A single kiss to the back of your neck is all that Lucian gives you before removing his fingers and replacing them with his cock. He feels you spread, groaning from finally having what you want. His hands take hold of your hips but doesn’t move yet.

“I mean it cupcake. You don’t show up here again without me calling you.” He feels you pushing your hips back and he pinches your hips making you yelp. “Do. You. Understand. Me?” His grip starts to loosen and you feel him pulling out of you.

“Yes! Yes Lucian I understand. Damn. I won’t be here unless you call.” Said almost too quickly to understand, Flores chuckles before making his hips flush with yours, bottoming out within you.

“You’ll only listen with my cock inside of you, it figures, cupcake.” The growl Lucian releases as his pace quickens, has your thighs dripping with your slick and his pre-cum. You’re slumped over the back of the couch, writhing your hips in tune with his. Flores has an idea and takes your elbows in his hands instead of your hips, pounding that much harder into you.

“I’ll listen to whatever you say with this cock of your Lucian,” Your head hands toward your chest, your moans are turning into squeals. He muttered soft curses in between his grunts, releasing one of your arms, placing his hand on your chest, then sliding it up to your neck.

“Will you now? My dirty cupcake, suck my fingers. Maybe I jerked off before you got here.” He commanded. His palm was now on your chin as he inserted three fingers in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. He felt your walls starting to quiver and knew with his throbs he wasn’t too far off either. With several haphazard thrusts, Lucian gave you your filling as requested. It warmed you from the inside, churned inside of you. The loss was felt when he pulled out this time, removing his fingers from your mouth and pulling his sweatpants back up. He saw you close your legs and stagger when standing up, he debated helping you, assisting you with your shoes, but not your coat. Before you closed it, trickles of his come were visible on your thighs. He smirked.

You wobbled a bit but found your footing on the way to the door. “Don’t wait too long to call Flores. I may have to get some other filling if you’re going to holed up here.” The way you smiled told him that you actually would seek out a replacement for him. The corners of his mouth turned downward.

“You see if they’ll make you wobble like that. I doubt they will cupcake. You’ll be missing this dick. If you don’t answer, there’s plenty of pussy out here.” Lucian took his pack out of his pocket and lighter, firing up another cigarette. The small flame glowed against the visible sheen of his skin and his gold chain that you’ve never seen him without. His lips around the stick making a small ‘o’ as he inhaled, holding it in before his released the smoke from his nostrils, tilting his chin up.

“I’ll probably have to try a few before I find another good fit. And I don’t know what other woman you’d be able to find that can get wet enough to handle you. See you Lu~” He watched you walk out the door and down the hallway to the elevator. You blew him a kiss and he nodded before stepping back into his apartment and plopping down on the couch. He took a long drag of his cigarette and sighed, exhaling the smoke again. He’d need to figure out the leak sooner rather than later, he’s not willing to have blue balls over this shit.

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sprout-fics · 8 months

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From the previous vampire!Gaz thot drabble, his new prize lover cant drink his blood or theyll become like him, what if they accidentally bit too hard? Not accidentally but they thought about what he said about wanting to stay together forever, but didn't consider that his lover is human so they took it upon themselves to try and become like him?

I've had this sitting in my inbox for WAY TOO LONG anon I am SO sorry.

It’s a curse to love a vampire.

Love for you means red dripping into pristine white lace, wet gasps into dark skin, glinting pale fangs and the shine of gold that overtakes warm brown eyes. It means candle lit castle halls that you roam endlessly, hands tracing along flowering wallpaper and ancient murals of ages long past. It means you only ever dine alone, with his company and his plate empty of mortal food. It means you’ll age, unlike him, will eventually grow old and watch your body outgrow him. It means Gaz was here since before you loved him, and he’ll be here after you’ve gone.

You try not to think about it. Neither of you speak of this curse that has befallen you. Neither of you speak of the fact that every time Gaz drinks from you that he’s leeching years off your life. You don’t speak of the fact that you offer yourself a willing sacrifice to his sacrilegious altar, expose yourself to his fangs and whisper his name in heavenly adoration.

He’s refused to turn you. You asked only once, and Gaz’s eyes had turned to you in despair, grief for a lifetime of no end written across the warm brownness of his gaze.

“You’ll never die.” He whispered to you, holding your face so he pressed a beloved kiss to your forehead. “You’d live and live and live only because you take the lives of others as you do.”

“I’d live with you.” You’d whispered in return, eyes closed as you tried to imagine your death without him.

“You’d have to kill to do it.” He rasped, heart aching, holding your face between his palms. “I don’t want that, and neither do you.”

You hadn’t asked again.

Yet as time passed, as you woke in the mornings without him and felt the ache of loneliness dwell between your ribs, you wondered if you’d spend the rest of your life like this. You’d grow old and grey and he would remain unchanging, youthful and beautiful even in his danger.

It’s in a fit of despair that you do it.

You're seized with emotion as he drinks from you, fangs sucking against your neck as he makes little wanting sounds of pleasure. Braced in his lap, your nose buries into the skin of his shoulder, brow scrunched with mild discomfort. Every drop of crimson he drinks down is another hour, another day you won’t get to spend with him- a lifetime cut short for the curse of loving something you aren’t.

He’s warned you before that you can bite him, but you can never break the skin. He can drink your blood, but for you to drink his is to inhale his curse, to change yourself into something far beyond mortal, a creature of the night like himself. It would be excruciating as your body rewrites itself from the inside out, and the hunger-

You see a vision of him laying your withered form in red thorny roses in the graveyard, of using them to pierce his heart in his grief.

You bite down onto his skin.

…Red.

Like the molten interior of a dormant volcano now rising to the surface, it explodes across your tongue. Yet you swallow, feel the fire of it course down into your stomach and set it ablaze in violent attrition. Gaz’s yell of surprise and pain is muffled by the sudden blinding pain that erupts across your form, mouth dropping open in a ragged, breathless gasp as your body seizes in rebellion of the crimson curse you’ve swallowed. It steals the breath from your lungs in consuming heat, makes you throw your head back and gaze at the canopy of his bed unseeingly.

It hurts. It hurts. It hurts unlike anything you’ve ever felt in your life, an incomparable pain that you think will consume you instead of change you. Your scarlet stained mouth parts in a feverish, wrecked cry as Gaz hauls you from his form, lays you into the silk sheets and braces above you. The world spins, and the only thing you can focus on is him.

His eyes are full of grief.

“What have you done?! He asks in cracked despair, raising a hand to your face. It burns.

You want to tell him you did it for you both, that you want to be here with him forever, that you can’t stand another daylight without him.

You want to tell him you love him.

Instead you arch off the bed in a soundless scream, his blood dripping down your chin as the curse lays itself against the marrow of your bones. You feel the wetness of his tears drip onto your cheeks, hear the wail of his voice as he holds you through the pain.

“What have you done?”

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