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f4nrir · 11 months

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a lovers quarrel

一 pairing; miguel o'harra x male reader

note: I haven't seen any male!reader for him and I am obsessed with this man. anyway, please let me know if y'all like this so I can write more for him. feedback would be appreciated!

cw: nsfw, 18+. angst, angry hate sex, slight dub-con, anal, overstimulation, face slapping, power bottom!reader.

summary: you get into an argument with miguel regarding the situation with miles. you put him in his place. word count: 2.8k

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“Miguel!” was the last thing you remember saying before Miguel had broken into a fit of rage, chasing after Miles like a rabid dog. You sighed and turned around to be met with Gwen, who began to shake her head at what you were about to do. Sometimes it scared you that she could read your mind, it was a comforting feeling yet you knew that this wouldn’t be a good idea. You put on your mask and angled your wrist, shooting out a web as you swung from pole to pole in order to catch up with them both. After you saw them in your line of sight, you jumped down and began to run on both feet, easily catching up with Miguel. He noticed you from his peripheral vision and growled in anger, knowing that meant he was extremely upset. His pace fastened as he knew what you were about to do. However, you were smarter than that and jumped, slamming him down onto the ground to have him let go of the grip he had on Miles.

“Go Miles, now!” your voice boomed loudly and the teenager looked at you with sorrow yet gratefulness in his eyes. He didn’t take another second to run away, being able to escape Miguel’s wrath. Miguel looked at you with anger and distrust as he watched you let Miles go, thinking you knew better than to side with a boy you barely knew. He felt as if the relationship you two had built meant nothing to you as you were able to betray him without hesitance, no regard as to how he’d feel. That you didn’t think before acting and now he lost control, he lost power in a situation.

He took off his mask, being met with his disheveled hair and blood-red eyes. “Why would you do that!” he yelled, gripping tightly onto his mask. You have never seen him so angry before and you took off your own, looking him in the eye as he spoke. “You betrayed me. We were supposed to work together, we are a team! How could you be so stupid!” his words felt like venom, making your blood boil with each word that came out of his mouth. Then you did the unthinkable, “How could YOU be so stupid?” you heard loud gasps from the crowd that surrounded you both and Gwen caught up with you, landing on both feet beside you.

You grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling his face closer to yours. “What is wrong with you? Miles is a teenager, Miguel, this isn’t some kid you can just slam into the ground! Did you ever think about his side of the story? Did you give him time to speak!?” you yelled right in his face, anger building up within him.

“He is a threat to us. Don’t you remember what happened with Dr. Strange and that little nerd on Earth-199999?? Do you want that happening to us?” he growled in a low voice, his face just inches away from you and his hot breath ran a chill down your spine.

“Give him a chance, Miguel. You don’t know him—“ he cut you off, “and YOU DO? Of course, you’re using emotions rather than knowledge. typical you huh? stupid and empathetic.” Those words felt like a stab to the heart and Miguel was the wielder, twisting it with all his might.

Gwen glared up at him and sneered, gently rubbing your back as you stepped away from him. “How fucking dare you, Miguel.” you didn’t give him time to respond as you walked away with Gwen before swinging together in synchrony, hoping that there was still time to catch up with Miles.

Peter walked up behind him and Miguel looked down in shame, realizing the words that he said were extremely disrespectful. “What the fuck was that dude?” Peter asked and Miguel shook his head, putting his hand out to make him stop.

“Everyone, just... don’t chase after them, I’ll take care of it myself,” he then walked away in the opposite direction, making his way toward the headquarters as everyone went back to what they were doing.

Miles wasn’t too up ahead as you realized that he heard your fight, feeling guilty that he had heard the exchange of words between you both. The three of you sat down by a nearby ledge, watching your legs as they swung against the cold airy breeze.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think I’d cause this big of a mess,” Miles’ head hung low and you pat his shoulder, gently squeezing it.

“It’s okay, kiddo. I know you’ve only been here for a few days but I know you mean well. Miguel’s just.. uh.. protective. The alteration in Dr. Strange’s world caused massive destruction and would refuse to let that happen here too.” you let out a deep sigh and toyed with your web shooter, unable to stay still. The words echoed in your mind and you felt as if you were weak to give this boy a chance. Gwen leaned her head against your shoulder and you smiled at her, grateful for the relationship you both have developed. You were like an older brother figure to her as you helped guide her for the last several months, never leaving her side as she did the same for you.

“You didn’t deserve that though. Miguel can be pretty irritable, although I understand he has a lot of stress on his shoulders but he should never speak to someone like that,” Gwen spoke with disappointment in her voice and Miles hummed in agreement, knowing that was wrong for him to do.

“It’s... okay, I understand why. I’ll just talk to him and I’ll let you guys know alright? Don’t worry about it.” you flashed them both a smile and they nodded in response as you jumped off the ledge you sat at, making both of them gasp in surprise. Gwen was about to go after you until Miles stopped her, knowing that you'd catch yourself. You swung from building to building as your loud “woo’s!” could be heard all throughout the lobby. The pair exhaled in relief, watching you disappear from their sight.

You arrived home and you sighed to yourself before you opened the door to your shared home. “Miguel?” you called out as you noticed faint noises coming from one of the rooms, either Miguel was home or he left the television on again even though you’ve reminded him numerous times not to leave it on. You made your way to your bedroom and saw your boyfriend sitting there with his arms crossed, eyes focused on the television. You glanced over at it, realizing he was just watching one of his telenovela series.

“You really aren't gonna talk to me?” you asked, clear bitterness in your voice. Miguel snickered, as he turned off the tv and faced you.

“Why should I apologize? You betrayed me.” You ruffled up your hair in frustration, raising your balled-up fist in the air before settling it down.

“You just never learn. Talk to me when you want to be mature.“ you turned around to exit the room, however, he caught you off guard as he shot his web in one swift motion, trapping you in here with him. The web landed on the door knob and you groaned, realizing you’d have to clean it up later as Miguel’s webs were incredibly sticky and durable. It was reliable in certain circumstances and you hated it in others. Turning around once again, you faced Miguel with a defeated look.

“What do you want?” you asked as you attempted to make your way to your closet but was stopped by a strong force. Miguel grabbed your wrist and threw you onto the mattress, hovering above you.

Miguel didn’t speak as he let his actions do it all for him. He pinned you down underneath him as he placed kisses on your neck, digging his sharp fangs into your skin. You yelped and gripped onto his shoulders, attempting to get him off of you but realize you were at a disadvantage.

“Get off m..me-“ he cut you off by pressing his lips against yours, pulling you into a rough yet lustful kiss. You moaned against him as your hands found their way into his hair, your fingers tangling in his locks. You tugged ever so roughly, emitting a moan from the other. He began to grind against you, your bulge growing as the minutes passed. You hissed at the contact as you grew more sensitive to your cocks frotting against each other.

Miguel pulled away, desperately taking off his clothes, and urged you to do the same thing. You sat up slightly and tampered with your suit, managing to get it off within a timely manner. He pulled you into another kiss, but you had an advantage this time. You flipped both of you over, pinning him below you as you straddled his lap.

“I hated how you talked to me today,” you whispered in his ear, as there was venom in your tongue with how you enunciated your words. You grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look up at you. Miguel looked at you with lustful and slutty eyes, practically begging to be fucked.

“I’m sor—“ You slapped his cheek, leaving a bright red handprint on his face. “Are you really sorry, Miguel?”

“Y..yes, sir I’m s-“ another hit, and you noticed him flinch in surprise. “Sorry, didn’t hear you loud enough. What did you say?”

“I’m sorry!” he exclaimed, having a slight tone in his voice. You always knew how to put Miguel in his place; this was one of the easiest ways to weaken him. Although you felt a bit bad, you knew he enjoyed it as he reassured you numerous times it is okay to do that to him.

“That’s a good boy.. that’s all you had to do,” you placed a kiss on his temple, and to his surprise, you grabbed his hair and made him look at you.

“Here’s what we’re going to do... I’m going to please myself and use you. Got it?” Miguel whined and you let out a laugh, shaking your head at his response.

“How pathetic. Only if everyone knew how much of a whore you are,” you looked over at your nightstand and grabbed the lube, lathering up his cock as you hover over it. Miguel winced at the temperature of the liquid but settled down right as you began touching him, quickly taking away that privilege and he bucked his hips up in the air.

You wrapped your hand around his neck, squeezing lightly at first on the sides. Miguel moaned, being caught off guard by your sudden movement. He let out a cough as you squeezed once again, but harder this time. “No touching.” you sternly ordered and he scoffed in response. Miguel then grabbed your waist and lined himself up against you, attempting to thrust inside of you in one go. You felt the tip of his head enter you and you gasped, before turning your attention back to him. You grabbed both of his arms and cuffed his wrists to the bed posts, thanking your lucky stars that you didn’t put it away the previous night.

“You disgusting pervert,” you leaned back and slowly lowered yourself onto his cock, moaning out loud as it stretched you out from all over. Miguel’s hips began shaking as you began to move, keeping a steady slow pace of riding.

“ ¡a..ah mi vida, lo siento. por favor más rapido, mas rapido- agh!” he whined into the atmosphere of your bedroom, feeling the air become humid as the room filled up with the scent of sex.

“No, vete a la mierda. Tú te hiciste esto Miguel..” you growled in his ear and tears began to well up in his eyes, only laughing in his face as you quickened your pace.

"F—fuck, Miguel..” you threw your head back as you moaned out his name proudly, earning a louder sound from him. Miguel was a mess underneath you as his legs began shaking even further, knowing that meant his orgasm was coming soon. You continued to quicken your pace, feeling your own legs tremble and the warm feeling into your stomach pool within.

You placed your palms against his chest as you rode out your climax, painting it all over his stomach. Miguel cried as he reached his own and came inside of you, continuing your pace from before.

“Please! s—stop, I’m sorry, please. mi amor, por— agh!” he begged for you like a pathetic dog as you felt him melt underneath you, giving into submission. You smirked down at him as his eyelids fluttered open, his expression looking dazed.

You got off of him and he mumbled thank you under his breath, desperately bucking his hips into the air.

“I’m not done with you yet, Miguel” his eyes widened as you used the cum from your orgasm to pump your cock, using it as your own lube. You got in between his legs and he tried to kick away from you but you pinned both of his legs down. “Careful. You might end up torturing yourself even further,” you then lined yourself up against him and wasted no time thrusting inside of him in one go. Miguel yelled out your name, begging for you to stop but you knew it was just one of his antics. He knew your safe word, although he’s never had to use it. He knew he was safe with you but disliked the process of getting punished.

You looked down on him from above and Miguel continues to scream out your name, feeling completely ruined and used as you showed no mercy in fucking him.

“You wanna apologize to me one more time, hm?” you grabbed his face and he nodded his head frantically, slurring “I’m sorry” under his breath as he felt overstimulated. “I’m sorry, please I’m so sorry. I should’ve never yelled at y..you— I should’ve been kinder, please—“ he pleaded and you tilted your head, “please what?”

“S.. stop, please..” he whined and threw his head back as you continued to slam into him, hitting his prostate over and over again. Miguel clutched into your back, dragging his nails across your skin and muscles. You winced at the pain, knowing his sharp claws would leave scars on your skin once it’s healed.

“You don’t want to stop, don’t you? You like feeling like this,” you then took him in your hand, pressing your thumb against the head of his cock.

“Fuck! I.. I can’t, oh god it’s too much—“ he cried and you fastened your pace, now rubbing his slit. Miguel began to sob out in overstimulation as you jerked him off, refusing to pull your hand away.

“I need to.. cum.. please sir let me— Please I’ll be good, I won’t speak to you like that again. Please sir, plea— Agh!” your thrusts became lazy but each slam was rough and hard as you got yourself ready for your orgasm.

“Do it with me, Miguel” you murmured under your breath as you both moaned out loud together, coming undone at the same time. You stayed inside him for a few more seconds, almost up to a minute as you wanted every drop to stay inside him.

“You did so good, my sweet boy,” you pressed a soft kiss on his forehead and he panted, arching his back in response.

You pulled out of him, watching your cum leak out of his stretched-out hole. You groaned, noticing your dick was still hard but did not want to continue as you noticed he was dazed from it all. You took him off the handcuffs and kissed his wrists, rubbing them gently with your hands as they looked red and sore. Miguel smiled at you, peppering your hands with soft kisses.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have lashed out at you like that,” he gently grabbed your chin, making you look up at him. You placed a kiss on his thumb and you took his hand, pressing his palm against your cheek.

“You’re okay, cariño. I’m sorry too— I should’ve not been rude or quick to de-“ Miguel hushed you, placing a finger against your lips. You blushed, as you looked at his veiny calloused hands.

“Not your fault. I’m sorry, I should’ve been easier on Miles,” He smiled at you, but took no time to grab your jaw to make you look at him. You squirmed in his touch, trying to break out of it. Miguel then towered over you, pinning you down onto your back and he took your cock in his hand.

“Since you’ve had fun, it’s my turn,” he smirked and dug his fangs into your neck, drawing blood with his bite. You bucked your hips up against him, earning a low chuckle from the other.

It was going to be a long night.

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sister-lucifer · 1 month

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the ship dynamic of madly in love and obsessive but holding back for dear life x supportive loving sweetheart

cw: suggestive but no explicit nsfw, hint of a corruption kink

(using different sets of pronouns to reduce confusion)

these two care deeply for each other from the beginning. they’d die for each other, and no matter what they’re always supportive. not even death could tear them apart.

and he is completely obsessed with them.

every time they’re around he gets a little hot, has to remind himself not to say things he shouldn’t, but it’s so hard when all they ever do is show him genuine kindness and look up at him with those big, bright doe eyes. he cant do that to them, he just can’t, but fuck is it hard not to. they’re just so…so….

so fucking perfect and sweet.

every time they get close or reach out to gently touch him he thinks to himself how fucking easy it would be to just pounce on them right now, and no one could stop him. the only thing holding him back is himself, after all.

he doesn’t trust anyone like he trusts them. he’s never been as close with anyone as he is them. and that is exactly why he can’t lay a hand on them, despite how desperately he wants to.

“why won’t you just talk to me?” they ask, completely oblivious in their concern, “I just want to know why you won’t talk to me, please—“

he wrenches his hand away from them when they try to grab it, looking down at them with crazed eyes. they look back with only kindness and patience.

“because, sweetheart…” he huffs, and the nickname sounds different this time, rolling of of his tongue like an insult.

he grabs their face a bit rougher than he means to, pulling them close and squeezing their cheeks.

“…if I don’t control myself I will do some bad, bad things to you, and you will love it too damn much for me to stop.”

their eyes widen, cheeks starting to warm in his hand.

“wh…w-what…?” they stammer, and that little shake in their voice drives him crazy.

“you, baby, are a perfectly good, sweet little thing…”

they squeal as he suddenly pulls them closer, only to press a kiss to their forehead and promptly release them.

“…i’m not ruining that, at least not yet.”

#ship dynamics #writing ideas #m4m #mlm nsft #mlm writing #suggestive

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mlmfantasywrites · 5 days

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Sleepy

-Vinnie hacker x male reader

-fluff with a little smut

- this is my first fix and I’m really excited to share it with yall, hope you like it

- pet names (babe, pretty boy, baby boy)

Y/N gets home from a long drive and finds a very sleepy and pent up Vinnie in bed half awake who is longing for Y/N’s touch…

“Finally home” is all you could think. You’ve been gone for a week and after a plane ride and 4 hour drive your finally home. You’ve missed your boyfriend Vinnie most of all and can’t wait to see him again. You pull up to the front of the house and park but when you walked in Vinnie was no where to be found. You were a bit saddened wondering where he was, was he not excited to see you? You decide to go up to his room and you see him. His back facing you his shirtless body with each tattoo on display as he lays there asleep holding a small pillow as if it were you. You can’t help but giggle a little at the cute sight.

You enter the room and quickly get undressed changing into one of Vinnie’s shirts. You’ve missed his big clothes on your small, skinny body. You walk up to the bed and brush some of Vinnie’s golden hair out of his face before you join him in bed. “Mmm Y/N…?” Vinnie asks as his eyes open slightly. You just giggle a little as you kiss him and he throws the pillow he was holding to the other side of the bed and grabs you instead. He burys his nose into your hair and pushes your face into his chest as if his whole body is enclosing around you. “I’ve missed my pretty boy…” Vinnie mutters out which makes you blush and giggle. You can’t help but find this tired and drowsy Vinnie adorable. “I’ve missed you too Vinnie” you can feel his toned muscular arms holding you possessively you couldn’t get up if you wanted, he won’t let you leave again not after that trip. “Vin-“ he cuts you off “shhhh be a good quiet boy for me…” you blush as he calls you a good boy and you feel him start kissing the top of your head as he whispers compliments to you. “So gorgeous” “I’ve missed you” “you’re such a good boy” “my baby boy”.

After a while of Vinnie praising you, you pull yourself up so your face to face and you can’t help but smile when you see his face. He looks so tired and yet so excited and happy to see you. That’s when you notice just how excited he really was. You felt something hard brush past your leg and you looked up at him surprised. He gives you a tired smirk and says “wanna help me out with that babe?” You blush and nod excitedly, it’s been a while since you’ve seen Vinnie and you could tell you’ve both been longing for this. Vinnie lays back and you climb on top of him laying your face on his chest and feeling it go up and down as he breathes. He grabs the lib from the bedside table and squirts some in his hand before using the other to pull his throbbing cock out of his pants. “Mmm…” you hear him moan slightly as he wraps one hand around his cock getting it nice and lubed up. He’s missed your touch, he hasn’t done anything since you’ve left and he pent up. He finishes living up and he adjusts himself slightly spreading your legs and making sure he’s lined up. He flashes you a look asking for permission and you nod which makes him smirk and kiss the top of your head again, “good boy”. He slowly starts pushing the tip in, god your forgot how big he was. “Mmm! N-ngh!” He hears you struggling to take it so he gives you a little time to adjust before moving further in. “Keep going” you mutter out almost begging for it. He smiles and starts pushing more and more in. After what seems like forever his whole cock is finally inside you. Vinnie lets out a deep groan and you can’t help but whimper and moan a little. “Mmm- ah! Ah! V-vi-Vinnie…” he loves hearing the sound of you whimper and beg for him so he slowly starts pulling out and pushing back in. He starts out at a slow pace as he lets out deep groans of pleasure and moans “good boy” “taking all of my big hard dick aren’t you?” “You’re doing such a good job”. Vinnie starts picking up the pace going in and out faster. You erupt into a moaning mess begging for more. “P-p-please Vinnie! Mmm I-i-i need it!” He chuckles and goes as fast as he can. You’re reaching your breaking point as you moan out “V-V-Vinnie I’m gonna cum!”. “I’m close too baby boy” is the only reply you get from him as you shoot out onto his chest which makes you moan and your legs shake as you see him grunt. As Vinnie grunts you see a satisfied emotion on his face as he fills you with his seed. He rubs you back a little leaving his cock inside you before grabbing a rag besides him and wiping off his chest which you collapse onto his cock finally leaving your hole. “I forgot how big you are…” you mutter out quietly as you lay on his chest. He chuckles a little before saying “I’ve missed you Y/N”. You look up and your eyes meet “I’ve missed you too Vinnie…”. He wraps his arms around you tightly and pulls you up, placing his head in the crook of your neck. You both fall asleep happy you’ve finally made it home.

- hope you enjoyed my first fic! I know it may not be the best but I’m trying lol. There will be more to come soon so stay tuned and send in a request.

#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie hacker x y/n #x male reader #gay #mlm #mlm writing #writing #fluff #smut #first fic

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explosivehrt · 6 months

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A sheriff and an outlaw, locked in a staredown, star-crossed, scar-crossed, tumbleweeded- I think theres something about this in a scripture somewhere, on how the devil was once gods favorite angel, how an outlaw could've been a town hero's favorite something. Maybe not much has changed, because theres some kind of excitement in the way they stare eachother down, two cowboys on each end of the street, fingers twitching to the pistols at their belts. Familiar, challenging, dangerous, sending the sheriff aquiver when the outlaw grins, crooked and toothy. I dare you. It goes unspoken, the outlaw says something else instead. I told you to stay out of my damn way, Sheriff. He drawls, all lazy confidence and this sounds different, like a climax, they've taken pot shots during chases, but they've never had a true showdown like this. The sheriff finds himself aching for it, trigger finger itching. He wants to shoot. He wants to wound. He wants justice. He also wants to give and get, wrestling like when they were younger but they have guns now. Fingers twitching to belts. The sheriff wants to cackle and sing out. You think you can outshoot me, motherfucker? Well think otherwise, because this gun spits hell’s fucking fury! The outlaw grins wider, jerking his chin like a dare. Well, I’ll shoot you if you shoot me too, what do you say, sugar?

In a blink, pistols raise and fire twin shots, turns out both guns spit hellfire, because both bullets find their marks. Shoulder. Gut. Blood soaks leather, stains the sand red. The outlaw laughs, loud and cacophonous and crazy. There's something wrong with him. The sheriff keels over, shoulders shaking as he joins in. Theres something wrong with him too. Hand to the agony in his gut, blood spurting through his fingers, knees in the sand, spurs digging into his own ass as he laughs until theres tears in his eyes. He hears the outlaw before he looks up through blurry vision to see him, spurs clacking with each step. Blood flows freely from his shoulder and he holds out a hand. The sheriff grunts and takes it, gets pulled back to his feet, and they're not laughing anymore. These wounds wont kill them. There's crazy in them both, like moon-drunk coyotes. They hang off of eachother like the old days and limp to the doctor. They won't get turned away, there'll be no remorse and no charges because there’s nothing against a little friendly competition in this ghost town, no laws in the wild fucking west, not for this outlaw, not from this sheriff. Good shot, the sheriff says, looking sideways at the outlaw and up through his eyelashes like a dame. The outlaw slaps a hand to his injured gut and he keels over again, hand flying to the hole in the outlaws shoulder and digging his fingers in until the man cries out. Pain for pain, a bullet for a bullet, one day an eye for an eye. Flirting. With eachother, with death. He tears his fingers out of the outlaws shoulder and they climb back to their feet, the sheriff itches his lip, blood gets on it, on his lips, his mustache, he licks it away, tastes the cocktail of their blood and laughs again. They're something wild, the two of them. Maybe by morning the postsign by the archway into town will have their faces plastered to it, banned, far too untamed to be allowed to stick around any longer.

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pantherafool · 10 months

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i long for hands that will hold me like clay being molded into pottery. hands that will not throw me out when i crack in the kiln. hands that will treasure me even with distasteful cracks and fractures. eyes of the loveliest dark brown and hair the color of the sand that i run along on rare occasions. a voice with the most earnest laughter and calming words. words that reassure me that i am not going back to what i was. i am healing pottery formed by the most beautiful artist.

— a poet's words about an artist

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cyril-v-pyromancer · 5 months

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HANDS ON THE WAIST!!! HANDS ON THE WAIST PROMPT!

Did this as a warm up!! I hope u like ;3

(warning for vampire, blood, wounds, thats about it)

Hands on the waist, Castien and Wedneaday:

His hands trembled, only inches from Castien's flesh. Even the way his skin colors stitched themselves together seemed fragile. Deep brown interconnected with the green on his hips. Right where man and deer connected. Wispy deer fur clung to Castien's stomach, which Wednesday appreciated immensely.

Deer were such flighty creatures. If castien was awake, he would have stopped the staring thirty minutes ago. Wolves like Wednesday were used to stalking. Hunting. Hungering.

All night his stomach had been grumbling, but there was no reason to *startle* Castien. No. The best course of action would be to wait.

(One restful Castien nap later)

"I could feel you watching me in my sleep." Castien whispered, sleep still clogged his throat. "You kept any nightmares away. Well, the nonsense ones at least."

Even though they both had fangs, Castien felt a pang of panic when he caught a glimpse of Wednesday's canines. Unlike his own, only two were sharp enough to poke out.

"I like looking at you. You're a work of art. Any painter would love to capture all your different browns, greens, and blues." Wednesday took a half step closer.

"I don't take kindly to flattery when I wake up. Now come over here."

Wednesday obliged. This close he could smell the pungent sweetness of faerie blood. More sweet than the fruit mortals would destroy their entire lives floor.

He touched Castien's hip, right where deer met man.

"Could you indulge me?" He asked.

Before a blink could happen, Castien's razor sharp teeth met his lips. A bead of blood dripped down. It was gone before Wednesday felt it drip down his chin.

He grabbed both hips, feeling the wispy fur. Castien shivered. Wednesday's claws traced against the border of a green skin patch.

Once he dug into the skin, Castien took a breath in anticipation. The pain felt gentle yet all consuming as a familiar ache crept in. Wednesday lapped the blood before it dripped down into the deer fur.

What Castien wanted to ask was "why won't you use your teeth?"

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michaelluiscostello · 5 days

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Lucifer Morningstar x Male Reader

The bass was a physical force, vibrating in his chest. Strobe lights painted the crowd in fractured bursts of neon, blurring faces into a pulsing, anonymous mass. A male sat alone, perched on the edge of a velvet booth, a half-empty beer sweating its condensation onto the sticky table. The nightclub wasn't his scene, not anymore. He used to revel in the chaos, the shared energy a drug he chased until dawn. Now, it felt like a foreign language, the laughter too shrill, the music a relentless assault.

He nursed his drink, watching the parade of smiles flicker past. Couples swayed close, limbs entangled, oblivious to the world. Groups huddled, jokes erupting in bursts of laughter. A lone woman danced like nobody was watching, eyes closed, lost in the rhythm. A pang of envy shot through him, followed by a dull ache of loneliness.

He wasn't supposed to be here. Tonight was supposed to be with them, celebrating a closed case that broight him nothing but pain. The reservation at the quiet Italian place, the whispered jokes - all replaced by this sensory overload. Instead, he sat alone, their absence a palpable weight in the booth.

He pulled out his phone, the screen filled with missed calls and texts. Many from his coworkers asking where he was and why he hadn't shown up. He scrolled through, each text, trying to ignore the constant incoming calls. He turned his phone off, shoving it into his coat pocket before taking a long swig of his beer.

Unbeknownst to the male, a figure was watching him from the bar, eyeing him up and down as if trying to analyze his every movement. The figure let out a low hum, their fingers tapping against the bar counter top in a slow methodical rhythm. A wave of curiosity overtook them as they continued to stare, completely ignoring the desperate women trying to talk, or the constantly changing music and lights.

The figure stood, their hands reaching up to dust off their sleek black suit as they walked through the crowd and towards the booth. A devilish smirk adorned their sharp features as the sat opposite of the male, clearly catching him by surprise.

Raising a eyebrow, the male went to speak but was quickly shushed by a question. "Tell me, what is it you desire?" The voice was smooth with a clear British accent. It'd caught the man off guard, his contorting into one of confusion as he stumbled over his words. "Excuse me?" He stammered.

The figure chuckled, once again asking the same question and once again getting the same response. "Heh well then, I'm Lucifer Morningstar owner of LUX." Lucifer offered a kind smile, quickly realizing his charm wasn't going to work, the same way it didn't work on detective Decker.

Both men sat in an uncomfortable silence, neither saying anything until the other male spoke. "Lucifer as is the one who follows detective Decker around like a lost puppy?" He chuckled, his tone joking and somewhat playful.

It'd hit Lucifer, this man was a new detective at the precinct, someone he'd only crossed paths with a handful of times in the past. He looked different, he didn't seem as bright and hopeful as Lucifer remembered him being. "And you're the new detective." The other male only nodded as he chugged the last bit of beer in his bottle.

"Yeah, that's me." He whispered. Lucifer could hear the change in tone, hear how it seemed to hurt to say it.

Lucifer cleared his throat, running a hand through his jet black hair before standing. "Can I offer a drink? Perhaps in my penthouse?" It didn't take much convincing for the other to agree to what Lucifer had asked, something that surprised the devil considering he thought it'd be much harder.

The two made their way through the crowd and into the elevator, both standing beside one another as the doors closed and the music faded away.

Lucifer stepped into his penthouse once the elevator doors had opened, the male following close behind him. "Nice place." He mumbled, Lucifer only humming in response as he walked towards his home bar.

The devil pulled out a bottle of wine, a bottle of tempranillo he'd been gifted not long ago. He poured two glasses and handed one to the new detective who gladly accepted. "So, detective shouldn't you be celebrating?" Lucifer leaned against the counter, his eyes fixated on the detective in front of him.

"I'd rather be drowning in alcohol then celebrate a pity promotion." The was an air of sadness to the males voice, one that left Lucifer wanting to pry despite the feeling he shouldn't.

As the moments past, Lucifer ushered the detective to his couch a glint of curiosity in his eyes. He cleared his throat, setting his drink on the glass coffee table before turning his attention towards the other male who'd already done the same the moment they sat down. "I maybe the devil darling, but I still care when people hurt," Lucifer hummed. "What's the matter?"

It was as if those simple yet thoughtful words flipped a switch inside the detective, his once cold demeanor suddenly shattering into a million pieces. His eyes held emotions only he could understand. "You ever feel like people only care because of who those close to you are?" His voice was soft as if it was made of porcelain.

Those words dug deep into Lucifer's heart, a feeling he knew well. "At first, but I've made a name for myself, separated myself from them." He flashed a small smile.

The detective leaned back against the back of the couch, his head resting against it as he stared at the ceiling. Lucifer sat closer, mimicking the others movements as he waited for him to speak.

It was quiet for awhile, both basking in the alcohol and absence of the dim lights along with the sudden yet welcomed storm outside. The crackle of lighting lit up the detectives face, allowing Lucifer to catch a glimpse of the fresh tears running down his reddened cheeks.

Both men turned towards each other, their faces mere inches apart. "The only reason I'm here is because of my father, I never wanted this damn job.....or the decline its brought me." The detective mumbled, his voice breaking.

Lucifer hesitated, his mouth parted slightly before finally speaking. "Then tell me darling, what is it you truly want?" It was clear it wasn't all because of what was just said, it was something deeper, something Lucifer could possibly give.

The male took a deep breath, somewhat realizing what the devil was asking. "Temporary bliss......a moment to forget everything, someone to help me forget what this job has done to me."

Lucifer knew what he meant, it was clear the moment he'd seen the pain in the detectives eyes when they first locked.

A look was shared between them, before Lucifer pressed his lips against the detectives. The salty taste of tears stinging his tongue.

The kiss was broken as Lucifer stood, offering a hand to the other male and leading him towards the bedroom, their clothes being discarded in various places on the way.

Lucifer crawled over the detective, the dim light of the room illuminating their faces. His large hands roamed the others body, his fingers tracing an old scar causing shivers to run down the others body. It wad quiet, but it was a comforting silence as the devils hands roamed the others body, familiarizing himself with each imperfection he could find and feel under his touch.

Their lips moved in sync until they parted for air, only to return to the intimate bliss of their lips against one another's. Their body's lay flush against one another, their erections rubbing against each others in a low rhythm.

The detective arched his back at the feeling of Lucifers hands against his inner thighs. The silence now replaced with the soft moans from both men as Lucifer slowly pushed himself in.

Their moans filled the dim room along with the soft patter of their skin against on another's after each slow ans rhythmic thrust from Lucifer.

Lucifer's mind was flooded with the scene before him, the detectives face full of pure pleasure and bliss. It sent chills up his spine hearing his own name melting off the others lips mixed with whines and moans.

Both men moaned as they reached their climax. Lucifer gave a satisfied hum as he stared at the detective below him while pulling out.

The two men laid there silently, both basking in the moment of temporary bliss that enveloped them both. "We should do that more often detective," Lucifer chuckled.

"Who am I to argue with the devil?" The detective chuckled in return.

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roseredbedhead · 7 months

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He's like coffee. Bitter acid on my tongue that makes my stomach hurt. Strong with undertones of something pleasant, too deep beneath for my unrefined pallette to detect. Addictive and lighting my brain on fire. It coats my tongue when he speaks, and the bitterness gets shot back at him before I know it. He never adds milk or sugar, even when I present him with it. Sprinkling 'I'm sorry' like those pearly grains when his face falls. Trying to soothe over the acid with something fatty and smooth. He says he hates milk and sugar in his coffee and walks away.

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balladofaldelis · 8 months

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Welcome to the Ballad of Aldelis, a dark fantasy series full of romance, political intrigue, monsters, and even a sprinkle of eldritch abominations.

The Author

The Ballad of Aldelis is written by myself, the blog owner (awaiting a lightbulb moment for my pen name), and the creative process is assisted by my partner.

I'm a gay male (he/him or they/them), 19, a lover of dark fantasy and fantasy races, and a dungeons and dragons player and dungeon master. I also love a bit of horror, especially of the Lovecraftian or psychological kind! I draw and play instruments alongside my writing and work at a museum.

While my books revolve around more than romance and its LGBT+ characters, I do aspire to write LGBT+ stories that make people feel and see all the beautiful ways there are to live and love. Therefore, there are large LGBT+ casts in my work as well as plenty of other kinds of representation such as disability, chronic illness, and mental health rep.

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Current Works

The Fires of Summer - After a tragedy on the night of his wedding, Haley Smit - a famous pirate - seeks out a friend for answers, only to get wrapped up in a plot of romance and regicide. A YA mlm dark fantasy.

The Raven King - Set after the events of The Fires of Summer: Axel goes on his final adventure with Haley, travelling to Hell, the Aether, and back to his Sanguis family while trying to repair his broken relationship and prepare for the birth of his child. A YA mlm dark fantasy.

The Frost Prince - Set after the events of The Fires of Summer and alongside The Raven King: The murder of the King sends Aldelis into a vicious war, where Prince Soren, heir to the throne, enlists the help of a deadly Archangel to help him win. A YA mlm dark fantasy.

If you made it this far, thank you for reading. I hope that my books can appeal to you and give you something unique to enjoy in the fantasy genre. ;)

dividers: by saradika

updated 24.1.2024

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f4nrir · 11 months

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Selcouth Chapter 3

steven grant x reader x marc spector

note: this took me such a long time to finish as I decided to change up a few things. I still have a few ideas for this series so I may continue it. for now, I'm going to focus on one-shots and/or headcanons. feel free to correct me if how I portrayed DID is incorrect, I’d like to be educated as much as possible.

cw: fluff, mentions of DID, slight angst, subtle flirting, kissing

Summary: After the night in the library, things take a turn for the better. word count: 4.1k

An hour had gone by and it was getting late, so you spoke up and reminded him of the time. Steven nodded in response, closing his notebook and swiftly putting it back in his backpack. The tension was horrible, it felt like there was a wall that suddenly built in between you two. On the other hand, Steven seemed to be just fine and didn’t think much of it.

You stood up and pushed in your chair, still embarrassed about what happened. Mumbling a goodbye, you attempted to walk away but Steven grabbed a hold of your hand. He stopped you before you were able to leave and you turned around to face him, his face having an expression of a lost puppy. You hate how much of an effect that has on you, it never fails to make you melt.

“Are you alright?” he asked, tilting his head slightly with concern. It made your stomach tie into a knot, his cluelessness made the urges come back and you wanted to kiss him again. But you couldn’t.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.” you abruptly pulled away, walking in the opposite direction so you couldn’t see the expression on his face. ‘I feel bad..’ you murmured to yourself and gave in, taking a glance behind you and Steven stood there as he watched you walk away. You felt your heartache as you’d never seen him so crushed.

As you walked home, you mentally beat yourself up for hurting him and running away from the problem. You couldn’t handle the thought of losing the one person who means the world to you and ruining what you had. Sure, you and Steven were incredibly close and crossed the lines a few times but never pursued anything. Maybe it was platonic on his behalf and was able to differentiate platonic feelings.

Steven made his way back to his flat, pondering what he had done wrong. He unlocked the door, sitting down to do his usual routine of removing his shoes. “Steven.. Did you not notice what was happening?” Marc asked with a tone in his voice as if he was disappointed. Steven looked up at the mirror, looking dumbfounded. “What?”

Marc sighed and put his face in his palm, shaking his head in slight frustration. Even Steven’s cluelessness rubbed on him, sensing that you noticed it too. Throughout the months you and Steven have spent time together, Marc was also falling for you too. Steven knew he felt something, although he was much more oblivious and didn’t think of it as anything. Some of the gestures Steven would do were actually through Marc’s control as he wanted to be selfish, to be able to do things for you and love you in his secret ways. Whether it’d be offering Steven’s arm as you cross the street or carrying your bags for you when you go out, Marc is willing to do it all.

“Steven, he was trying to kiss us— you. he was trying to make a move..” he murmured, slightly lowering his head down and Steven looked up at the mirror.

“What?” he said, putting his face into his hands and sighing in frustration, wondering as to how he didn’t notice. You must’ve felt embarrassed and that thought alone was enough to make his stomach churn, as he did not want to make you feel anything bad at all.

“Marc.. we can’t. You know that, we don’t know how he’d react to us.” Steven sighed and Marc looked up at him with furrowed eyebrows, his whole demeanor changing.

“WE have known him for a while now Steven! I don’t want to be kept a secret anymore. We have been waiting for this to happen and even if we won’t have romantic relations with him, I want to know him for myself. I want to be able to be around him as myself.. Steven, we have to tell him.” Marc pleaded, making Steven sigh and look back at the mirror.

“Marc I’m scared..” he admitted, taking a breath before continuing, “He is the kindest person we’ve ever met and I don’t want to lose him. But I am tired, I want to rest and let my guard down around him as well”.

“Tell him, please,” Marc begged one last time and Steven took in a deep breath, caving in. “I will.”

A few days have gone by and you haven’t spoken to Steven or seen him around. Although it was spring break and it made sense to be busy, it worried you as he would always let you know beforehand. The last time you saw him was when you both studied at the library and you wondered if it had something to do with that. The guilt set in and you took in a shaky breath, trying not to get too lost in your thoughts. You were taking a stroll downtown, looking at different shops that caught your interest. You found yourself lost in the bookstore, mesmerized by the different novels that were in stock. The comic book section had also caught your eye, debating whether or not you wanted to buy another issue but realized you had plenty at home.

As you left the store you were in, you saw a familiar figure walk past you. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint it but his presence felt familiar and you looked over at him, deciding to follow behind. He was wearing a cap and a gray button-up that was unbuttoned, being used for layering for the black shirt underneath.

You wanted to keep a safe distance between you two as you didn’t want to seem like a creep, just in case you didn’t know him. He then walked into a shop, a steakhouse to be exact, and you stood outside for a minute. You contemplated whether or not to go in as for one, this wasn’t Steven. He doesn’t even eat meat and two, you already seemed suspicious. Snapping out of your thoughts, you glanced up at the window and made eye contact with him as he sat down. It was Steven, or so you thought. He immediately got up and rushed out of the store, trying to get away as quickly as he could.

“Steven! Wait, Steven!” you called out and followed him, immediately being able to catch up. You swiftly grabbed his arm, stopping him right in his tracks, and made him look at you.

He seemed different. His posture was straightened and he carried himself as if he was more confident yet reserved. Steven avoided eye contact with you and tried to get himself away from your grasp.

“Hey! I haven’t seen you in almost a week, are you alright?” you asked, your concern growing as each second passed. “I’m fine,” he replied coldly and it didn’t seem like him at all. Steven would reply in a bubbly tone even if he was upset and right now he had an American accent. It's as if he changed himself all of a sudden.

“I just wanted to check up on you...” you replied, awkwardly letting go of the grip you had on his arm. He immediately pulled away and walked off, not bothering to chase him since it seemed as if he needed some space.

“Marc.. why would you do that!” Steven exclaimed through the reflection of the window that Marc would walk by.

“Listen, I freaked out and I wasn’t thinking clearly— Call him when we get home,” he murmured to himself and Steven sighed, disappearing as Marc exited downtown and made his way to their flat.

After the interaction with Steven, you quickly left to go back to your apartment. You felt horrible as if you messed up that badly on that one evening in the library. You wanted to ask questions, you wanted to be mad but you knew that wouldn’t do anything. He couldn’t even look at you. It’s as if he changed in a week, he wasn’t the same person you knew and fell in love with. You also found it odd that his accent changed, and it made you wonder if he had been pretending to be someone else this whole time.

You plopped down on your bed and opened up a comic book, trying to distract your mind from what happened today. Until you felt your phone buzzing, looking at it in confusion as you didn’t expect anyone to call you today. You then picked up your phone and saw the caller ID, it was Steven. You took a deep breath before you answered, “Hello? Are you alright?” you asked.

“Hi, yes I’m fine. Do you mind coming over? I have to talk to you about something if that’s alright?” Steven’s accent was back and he spoke softly, just like the boy you fell in love with. At first, you wanted to say no but you didn’t want to mess it up even further. You replied with a quick “Okay” and hung up after he said thank you.

You raced down the streets of London, trying to get to Steven’s flat as soon as possible. You felt pathetic for giving in so easily after how he treated you earlier that day. Answers. That’s all you wanted, was to be given answers and not be left out in the dark anymore. You had a lot of questions to ask him but mostly wondered why he invited you to come out of nowhere.

Deciding to save the questions for later, you turned the corner to where Steven’s building is located and rushed to the elevator. The anxiety began to kick in as you felt anxious to find out the truth and you weren’t ready to hear what he had to say. What if..? You shook your head and cleared your throat, wiped the sweat off your forehead, and walked out of the elevator when it reached his floor with a “ding”.

“Steven?” you softly called out for him, knocking gently yet loud enough so that he could hear it. You heard shuffling and rummaging through the door, raising your eyebrows in concern yet confusion.

“Oh, bollocks! Coming!” he explained and you suppressed a giggle as you heard him stumble, knowing that he almost tripped over as there was a loud “thud” that meant he caught himself.

Steven opened the door and you were greeted with his usual charming smile. You glanced up at his eyes and they looked at you softly, as if he held in a lot of guilt for what had happened. He moved to the side to let you in and you stepped through the door, realizing this was the first time you’d seen his flat. It was cozy and there were lots of books lying around. Quite spacious too... And he had a fish? That’s so adorable.

He closed the door and followed closely behind you, glancing at which direction you were looking towards.

“I’m sorry,” he piped up and you turned around to look at him, seeing his shoulders drop and his head hung low. “I never meant to hurt you, I just had something going on..” you cut him off by pulling him into a loving hug, holding him close to you. Steven buried his face into your shoulder and you felt him slowly weep in your arms. You rubbed his back in response, doing your best to comfort him.

He repeated incoherent words, all you could make out was “I’m sorry” and you hushed him, leading him to his bed to sit him down. There was a pile of sand that surrounded his bed, which you found quite odd and restraints were hanging on the posts. You didn’t want to think about what that could potentially mean, as you felt slight jealousy erupt from within.

You held him there and rocked him back and forth, rubbing his back gently as you tried to calm him down. It hurt to see him this way and he clung to you, satisfied with the fact he trusts you.

“Steven, talk to me. What’s going on?” you asked, gently trying to lift his head and have him look up at you. He obliged and slowly looked up, the sight of it breaking your heart. His eyes were red and his face was flushed. Tears kept coming out and you wiped them away, mumbling “It's okay, I’m here” over and over again to comfort him.

“I need to tell you something and I..I’ve been putting it off, thinking you’re going to judge me. I’m sorry..” he stammered and began fidgeting with his hands. You were slightly anxious, not knowing what this could be. You gave him a nod, signaling that it’s okay to keep going and you’re still listening to him.

“Uh.. for starters, when you saw me out there... That wasn’t me.” he paused for a minute, pursed his lips together, and spoke again, “I have this condition, it’s DID, dissociative identity disorder.”

You looked at him, your gaze softening up. You could never judge him, especially for something like this.

“I...I’m an alter, the one you met is Marc. The host.” his hands began shaking and you immediately took them in your own, gently caressing them, “Something happened back in his childhood and that’s how I was created... I’m different, we’re both different"

“So.. you avoided me because of that?” you asked and you cupped his face, making him look at you. Steven took in a deep breath and nodded, tears starting to formulate in his eyes once again.

“Yeah— Listen, I’m still me.. just expect to see someone else at random points of the day,” he began to stumble upon his own words, frantically trying to explain himself. You then brought his face closer to yours to have him look at you, trying to calm him down. “I love you, Steven. All of you”.

“You love me?” he asked, with slight confusion and curiosity. He couldn’t believe that you loved him that much, as this was the first time he was receiving proper care from someone else.

“I do, all of you” you replied and began closing the space between you two, your faces only an inch away from each other. You whispered, “May I?”

“Please,” he mumbled and you closed up the space between you both, kissing him. His lips felt soft against yours and you moved in synchrony. Your hand made its way to the back of his nape, pulling him close to you and he hummed in response against your lips. After a good minute or two, you both pulled away to catch your breath and looked at each other. The way Steven’s eyes lit up and his pupils dilated, made you feel some sort of contentment that he knew the truth and so did you.

You took his hands and held them together, gently playing with them as you soothed his nerves. You figured that was something hard to confess to someone, scared of the judgment you’d face because of it. “Steven..” you began to speak, causing the other to look up at you, “you don’t ever have to worry about this. I will never judge you, and I want to do more research to educate myself further. Or you can tell me about it.” saying this caused him to tear up, making your own eyes well up in tears. You then began whispering soft affirmations to him and gently cupped his face with both hands, using your thumbs to wipe away his tears. He immediately leaned into your touch, looking up at you with those beautiful brown doe eyes that you love. You kissed him once again, just to reassure him and ease his mind.

“Thank you... This truly means a lot to me– To us..” The sudden change in the accent made your head tilt but did not question it as this could be something you’d need to get used to. You figured you were talking to Marc and judging by his body language, you were right. Marc sat up straight with his shoulders tensed as if he needed to keep his guard up. However, his gaze on you differed from the rest of his demeanor; he looked at you with love and care.

“Hey, I’m Marc– I’m sorry for earlier..” the way he spoke was low and it felt quite intimidating as you were used to Steven’s bubbly tone. It was clear that he spoke from his chest as the sound was thick and stern, yet soft and loving.

“I understand, Marc. It’s nice to meet you.” you carefully grabbed his hand, not wanting to startle him just in case as you were not aware of his reactions. Marc stiffened to the touch but softened up, as soon as he felt your touch. Your skin felt soft yet rough and that alone felt comforting to him.

He brought the back of your hand up to his lips, peppering it in kisses along with your knuckles. “Thank you for understanding and loving us.. regardless of our condition."

“Of course— This changes nothing. Although I want to get to know you more, that’s all” you beamed and he gave you a shy smile, noticing how flushed his face got.

“Sure. First, would you like a drink?” he asked and he stood up from the bed, making his way to the kitchen. You followed behind him as he brought two cups out, realizing he already knew what you liked to drink when you and Steven would go out.

“Just the usual” you sarcastically replied and rolled your eyes, earning a laugh from Marc. You felt your stomach turn, as his voice sounded lovely but hearing his laughter did it for you even further. You then stood behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head against his shoulder. This made Marc stop in his tracks for a few seconds but continued, humming in contentment.

“Marc, I want my turn later.” Steven huffed from a nearby mirror and he laughed to himself, nodding his head in agreement. You didn’t question it though, as you figured he might’ve been communicating with the other since he glanced over at the mirror.

When he finished, he handed you your drink and led you both to the table to talk. “Thank you for remembering, even if it’s simple.” you placed your cup down after taking a sip and he smiled at you. “Of course, I paid attention to a lot of details you gave Steven, or us for the past several months of knowing you.”

This made you feel important to him because he took the time to remember details about you, even if they are minor. For the rest of the evening, the both of you talked and opened up about each other’s past and got to know one another even further. Even though he knew you, he wanted to connect with you on a different level. And you did. It felt refreshing to be around Marc, he and Steven were completely different yet the same. You found comfort in this and you can easily tell them apart, accepting them just for how they are. This deepened the connection you had with the boys as you further talked, not realizing that it got late. You glanced up at the clock and it read midnight and you yawned as you leaned back onto your chair.

“It’s late, do you want to sleep here?” he asked as he put away the cups and you looked around, their bed calling out for you as it looked so comfortable to be in. The thought of cuddling up with Marc at this time of night made you feel excited.

“If you’d let me, yes..” you mumbled and Marc grinned, being happy with your decision. He then began fluffing up the pillows, trying his best to make the pillows look presentable. You walked over and sat down, removing your sweatshirt and your pants. You were only left in your shirt and boxers, unable to sleep with any more layers regardless of how cold it was. Marc watched you remove your layers and he stared at your back in awe, as your shirt pressed against your muscles which exposed your build. He gulped, mentally tracing the bumps and memorizing how broad your shoulders were.

You slightly turned your head and through your peripheral vision, you noticed Marc was staring at you like a hawk in the night. “Like what you see?” you playfully teased him and he turned away, slightly embarrassed you saw that. You pulled the cover back and got in bed, Marc following you right after. You propped your arm up, leaning your head against the palm of your hand to look at him. He gave you a soft smile and did the same thing, pulling the covers over his shoulder right after.

“What is that... Is that some kinky thing or–” You pointed at the cuffs that were tied to the bedpost and he pursed his lips together, eyes widened. “Oh, that uh... So. At night Steven would “sleepwalk” although that was just me taking control.” he then pointed at the sand on the floor next to you, “hence why he put sand to track whether or not he left. And the door is taped for extra measures. It’s been years since it happened, just never thought to get rid of it. Just an inside joke, I suppose.”

You nodded and asked, “Was he not aware of your presence?” he shook his head, “It’s complicated. Remember that other stuff I told you when I was younger? He just never came to his senses. So it's a bit fresh..” Marc then laid down, staring up at the ceiling and you looked over at him. You felt bad as if you just reopened a wound that had been taking its time to heal. You laid on your back as well, motioning for him to come lay in your arms. At first, he hesitated but gave in as he could use that comfort. Marc nestled his face into the crook of your neck, feeling his hot breath against it. You soothed him by rubbing his back and running your fingers through his dark curls.

“You’re safe here Marc... I’ve got you both,” you whispered against his temple and placed a kiss on it right after. You continued to hold him as the both of you drifted off to sleep, contentment filling your hearts.

Hours had gone by and you groaned, slowly opening your eyes and the grogginess hit you. You looked at your phone to check the time and it was only 9am, it was a decent time although the sleep you had gotten felt like it wasn’t enough. However, the time you spent with Marc was worth it. You turned over to face the other man and to your surprise, you were greeted with a smile as he was already up.

“Good morning..” It was Steven. You lifted your body slightly to be able to kiss him on his nose, then immediately buried your face back into the soft sheets. Steven gently rubbed your back, placing soft kisses on your temple and down your back. You leaned into this touch and murmured incoherent words under your breath, earning a chuckle from the other. You slowly felt your body drift back to unconsciousness, as Steven’s words began fading out of your hearing. Until you had heard him say, “We’d like you to be our boyfriend.”

You immediately opened an eye, lifting your head off of the sheets, and looked at him with one eye closed and the other twitching in response. He let out a laugh by accident from watching your reaction and he cleared his throat right after, not wanting to make you feel embarrassed even if it was funny.

“Are you serious?”, you asked, and sat up as Steven moved closer to you. “Or are you just trying to get me to wake up?” you pushed his face away gently and he giggled, placing a kiss on your palm as you did that.

“No, this is real. Although the setting isn’t as romantic, we’d love you to be ours.. please. If you’d like.” he took your hands into his and caressed it gently. He then put it up to his lips and began kissing it all over, making you smile and you placed a kiss on his forehead in return.

“Oh Steven, of course. I’ve been wanting this for so long. I would love to be.” You gently placed your hand on the back of his neck and pulled him closer to you, engulfing him in a sweet kiss. He pulled your body closer to him and wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close.

“I love you” he murmured against your lips and you pulled away as you rested your forehead against his.

“I love you.”

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alexs-playground · 9 months

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I am gonna make this very clear rn, again, before I continue writing requests and my own ideas here.

I ask for fem readers(she/her pronoun users) not to interact with my work because it wasn’t written for you. You take offense when I ask and defy my wishes out of spite. I don’t like arguing and it never ends well any way but DNI if the post asks or you will simply be blocked. I write for male and non binary readers because it is tiring and for some very dysphoric to read self-inserts that use the wrong pronouns, desired anatomy, or assigned anatomy. It gets very annoying when its a simple request that has upsetting repercussions for someone else to get upset with me for. I can take off anon or simply delete all my works if it means you will stop. I do check who interacts with my works and so do my other mlm and nblm writer friends. This is just free time I use and I can put it towards something else. I write for a community that doesn’t include you (fem readers) and all I ask is for you to DNI.

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clarks-letterman · 2 years

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my boy eddie used to always smoke chapter 1!

a/n — i’m not super happy with how this first chapter came out since it’s kinda shorter than i’d hoped, but they’ll be longer in the future!

words — 1.65k

pairing — vampire!eddie munson x gn!reader (may change if smut is added in later chapters)

warnings — mentions of blood, gore-y

link to series masterlist

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“Only be sure that thou eat not the blood: for the blood is the life; and thou mayest not eat the life with the flesh.” — Deuteronomy 12:13

Eddie Munson is a vampire. Eddie, the freak, Munson is a motherfucking vampire.

In his trailer, Eddie rationalized his thoughts to himself since he had no one but him and the night staying reserved outside of his bedroom. He almost had to remind himself to accept what he was and his actions or to think about what he wanted to do. Eddie thought he would never have to, given that he could hear the blood pumping and smell the copper running through the veins of his victims at all times. It was as if he stood at the rush of a crimson tide that rolled in shortly beyond where his feet laid buried in the guilty grains of sand, unable to let himself move forward. The lives he had taken weighed as little as the grit holding him down, and if he wanted to, he could kick away the sand and walk into the red ripples, but he held himself back.

Eddie felt like he was standing there whenever he thought about it as if he was connected to the place. The waves backwashed into the grand body of blood before him, a lone demo-bat piercing the serene crash of the waves with screeches overhead as it searched for a drink. It refused to take the easy way out. Above the thing that cursed him were dark, thunderous clouds that stretched passed the horizon and into the red rush and pulsed with the same color of energy, like the blood that gave him life.

He wanted to prolong feeling the need to feed for as long as possible, to keep as many people safe from his bloodlust as he could, and you were the only way it could ever happen. Your blood would never be a permanent fix for the metalhead, but he knew it wasn't purely about keeping people safe. He had a knack for identifying the taste of someone's blood from the smell alone. To him, it was like sinsemilla. The better and stronger it reeked, particularly of metals like iron with a hint of sweetness, the better of a fix he got off it. And yours was the strongest he had gotten whiffs of in the months since he became a vampire. He figured it could keep him sated for weeks, if not an entire month before he would need to feed again.

It was a long month of smelling your blood at school, to which Eddie was happy that you lived on the other side of town, somewhere over on Loch Nora. Eddie could barely keep track of anything about you anymore with all that had happened. He was too busy dealing with the justice system, proving his innocence, and being the only of his kind to exist to reminisce about the old times.

That was what made it hurt so much to think about asking you to meet with him. You had a past with Eddie that he refused to forget, and he never got the chance to reignite the spark that was lost. He wanted a future with you one day, even if you stayed friends. Either way, he would only temporarily be happy. His life with you would eventually grow to be a short blip as you age and he doesn’t, but your blood could only hold off his hunger for so long until he would need to feed again.

Eddie figured the second option that brought him into this dilemma would be the best of the two to pick. He left his room and went for the phone hanging in the cramped kitchen. His pale fingers indented each button until it moved to the next, the plastic getting stuck in the arrayed grooves of the keypad before springing back up, specifically the buttons with the numbers of your home phone. It only took a second to enter the number—partly because of his thirst and partly because he knew the pattern of the digits along the keys from each time he called.

He brought one end to his ear and the other near his mouth, a shaky breath hitting the mouthpiece once he heard it ring. It was in his nature to feel this way. It was in his nature, Eddie reminded himself. Craving is normal.

"Hello?"

But it was more than a craving. It was a longing—one to hear your voice say his name like before. Eddie's grip on the phone tightened as he let out a soft, "Hey."

"Eddie? It's past midnight. Why are you calling?"

You sounded tired.

His lips stretched into a smile as you knew who he was from one word, but it dropped when he remembered what he called to ask you. Could we meet up at the old spot? You know the one, was all he had to choke out to lure you to your demise. But he could not muster the words after hearing your voice, so instead, he said, "I'm sorry we haven't talked more."

Your sleepy tone faded as one of disbelief overshadowed it, "Are you kidding? You got framed for murder and the school hasn't been considerate at all about it!"

"Yeah, yeah, you're right."

"I should be sorry, Eddie. I wasn't there for any of it."

"I'm kind of glad you stayed over on Easy Street. Wouldn't want you to worry about the freak," Eddie admitted. He wasn't lying when he said that—Eddie wanted you to stay as far away from Vecna and the Upside Down as possible, and he really wanted you to distance yourself from him, no matter the mixed feelings he had about the issue.

"I did worry if that means anything to you. It's not like I wanted to watch you get locked up for shit you didn't do."

It was almost funny to hear where this conversation went. Eddie may not have been a murderer then—that was entirely the fault of Vecna—but he was one now.

"It was crazy, not so great to go through it. Everyone told me I was a killer," He paused, a short debate overtaking his mind as to whether or not he should warn you about everything, about himself. But he knew you would never believe him, "...And I almost believed it."

"They lied, Eddie. Everyone did, even me. I wanted to believe that you were okay, but I knew that wasn't true."

Eddie was at a loss for words. On one hand, he wanted to repeatedly apologize for ever letting you head into the mass of oblivion the town had been affected by as if it were one giant haze you found yourself trapped within. And on the other, he wished he could show you the truth and who he was, but no one could know. Ever. He refused to tell Dustin, even if he would get excited and call it the most metal thing ever.

He looked to the floor until you spoke up, "Can we finish this tomorrow? My parents will kill me if they catch me talking to you this late."

"Yeah, I'll see you at school."

"Bye."

Eddie hung up the phone and walked back to his room, immediately greeted by the mirror behind his prized guitar reflecting the doorway and only the opening into his room. He was incapable of seeing himself since the day he woke up in the Upside Down; it was how he knew something was wrong with him. Then came the fangs, followed by the hunger for one thing only: blood. He thought it was fitting, though, because the freak became freakier. He grew into the monster the town saw him as without them ever realizing it.

He turned and went for his bed, laying back on it as he knew this would be a long night to bear through. Usually, he would spend his night practicing the proper finger placement for different songs he adored until he knew it by heart. But he couldn't. His fingers were sore from how tightly he held the phone while talking to you, keeping it clutched in his hand as if he were wailing around his guitar and trying to keep it from flying out of his grasp. The brief conversation he had with you reminded him of every intense emotion he felt years ago, more than what any song with ardent bass could bring out of him.

At the end of the night, all that mattered was that you were safe. He conquered his animalistic appetite for one evening, and now he would have to do it tomorrow when you would hopefully talk with him. He spared you. The freak spared you because of his humanity. Maybe there was still a little of the old Eddie Munson left in him, after all.

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