Smut/oneshots mostly south park, censored(bcz of wattpad)

Remember kids, don't fvck random strangers in alleyways||Style smut(REPOST)

REPOSTS AGAIN tgis wouldnt had habpen if wattpad no delete my work :(((

Stan meets some dude named Kyle late at night and they fuck in an alleyway. A psa on how to not have sex with random strangers you meet, even if they seem nice and u ar desperate, because they might be a vampire :3........ aged up 24-25

vampire kyle silly

Oh TW for BLOOD and KNIFE play.... and blood as lube........

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Street lamps lined the sidewalk, bright and contrasting against it's dark surroundings. Dusk had passed the town by, the sun long gone and replaced with a full moon, big and bright, luminous stars scattered across the dark night sky. The streets were near empty with how late it was, and Stan knew of the creeps that prowled around in the darkness. Not like he'd care though. Stan wandered aimlessly, footsteps heavy along the concrete, his cold hands shoved into his hoodie pockets. Home wasn't far and in no rush he was. Yet something lurked behind him. An ominous presence that strayed not too far away, moving uncannily closer with each step. Something was there, but he couldn't be bothered to check, walking at a slowly accelerating pace forward. He was about to pass an alleyway when he heard a voice call out.

"Hey." It was a man's voice, maybe a little bit higher in pitch than his own.

Stan paused, turning slowly, carefully. He caught a glimpse of someone lurking in the shadows of the dark alley and squinted, his breath hitched. Ohh sh1t he was gonna get kidnapped and murdered at 24 years old by some creep in an alleyway. A man emerged, grinning in a way that looked unexplainably eerie. His face was paler, eyes sharp and a bright green that almost glowed, piercing through his soul, frilly and coiled ginger hair peeking out of a lime green hat. He was leaning against the wall with thumbs in his jean pockets, staring him down. Stan assumed a more grounded and alert stance. He was ready to bolt away when he needed to. The man didn't look exactly like a crackhead, or a homeless dude. His clothes were neat and Stan found him relatively attractive, but there was something off about him.

He stepped back a bit and felt his body tense up, "I'm not trying to buy crack from you,"

"What?" The man cocked his head, "I'm not selling crack. Dude, do I look like a crackhead to you?"

Stan shrugged, eyeing him up and down. His shoulders happened to relax a little, "No, but, have you ever heard of a dude who hangs around in alleyways and call out random @ss strangers, that isn't a crackhead?"

The man chuckled, "Yeah," He spoke with a sigh, "I'm seriously not though, just hanging out and waiting for my ride."

Stan nodded awkwardly, glancing around for possible weapons to use if he happened to attack. Nothing. The one time the streets were clean it had to be now.

"I'm Kyle." He held out his hand for him to shake.

Stan wavered, glancing at him, then his hand, at him, then his hand. Doesn't look like there's any poison. He hesitantly took it in his, it was cold, with slender and bony fingers. He felt him squeeze a little bit too hard and almost jumped before the man let him go. "Stan," He muttered. "Uh, Marsh,"