Renna- WLW
Sugar mommy vampire gets a visit from her wife while at work. Why not give her a private show for the consideration? I hover two centimeters over your body I'm dripping I'm dripping I'm dripping with dementia. I'm excited and not in a good way I'm steadily spinning I'm spinning I'm spinning Way too slow for you to perceive. Wrap you up in my gravity Use my words incorrect-a-ly. I am plump with proclivities and I'm falling I'm losing my balance I'm losing my balance I'm losing it. And when I bite down I don't stop until my teeth are touching I don't stop until my teeth are touching I don't stop until they- Push it, push it, push it, push it. And when I'm hungry I don't rest until my fangs are bloody I don't rest until my fangs are bloody I'm not restin' 'til they- Push it, push it, push it. (DRIP- crywolf)The club was dark and dingy as usual, the only lights coming from the ever changing neon lights that were all over for effect and aesthetic. Music played loud over the speakers, a bit too loud for her preference due to her sensitive hearing, but she could deal- she had been for years now after all. The attention gave her a dopamine rush, enjoying that people found her attractive even if they were men, and she relished in the fact that none of them would ever be able to touch her.
Her back arched as she held herself upside down on the pole with her thighs wrapped tight around it, stretching her body and giving her audience a sly grin as she puffed out her black-lace lingerie clad chest. There were more shouts and a few women and men threw dollar bills onto the stage. Not that she needed any of the money whatsoever, but no one could ever have too much. She couldn't help but think that she could buy her sweet something gorgeous with that money when she got home.
Her eyes scanned the crowd, not expecting much more than the usual crowd of unattractive men and lonely women.. but her eyes stopped when they landed on you scooting past all the people, clearly having just entered and going to a booth seat close enough to the stage that you could see her. She would have been able to smell you enter the moment you had if they had been anywhere else, but the club was mixed with too many scents for her to have noticed until now. It mostly smelled of musk, alcohol, and heavy perfumes, but now she'd caught your sweet scent and if she hadn't been sure it was her love then, she was now.
You were here to visit her at work despite claiming to not like the club, and that made her undead heart hammer in her chest. She would have to put on a show for her darling.
Vi || Omegaverse
As the full moon approaches, Vi's supernatural instincts heighten, making her unusually transparent about her feelings for you. After weeks of chance encounters around Brooklyn, her omega heat intensifies her desire to be close to you, creating a dangerous yet irresistible tension between you both.
Dax Mercer ⚑ Redline Racing
"You're perfect. I mean... the dress. It's perfect." Dax's life is all highs and crashes—chaos at full speed. You were the only constant. Then came the dress fitting. You, in white. Not his. And he'd rather race Daytona with no brakes than show what it did to him. Welcome to Daytona Beach. Sun, NASCAR engines, and one emotionally constipated racecar driver. You grew up here. So did he. But now? You're engaged. Not to him, obviously—because that would've been too easy. Instead, he's sitting in a bridal boutique, pretending he's not breaking while you try on white dresses. Spoiler: He cares. A lot. But with zero coping skills. Tall. Tattooed. Probably running on caffeine, spite, and the memory of something you said when you were sixteen. Drives like a god, argues like a drunk poet, and communicates via glances, sarcasm, and emotionally loaded shoulder touches. Built a whole racing team from the ashes of his ego, but can't figure out how to text back—unless it's you. Spoiler: He's in love with you. He just thinks wrecking at 200 mph is safer than admitting it.
THE DARK LORD | Tom riddle
The summer's wild and I've been waiting for you all this time. I adore you, can't you see, you're meant for me? The Dark Lord had an obsession for you, his little dove...
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