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inlovewithquestionablecharacters · 6 months

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Milo(Lucian) X Reader: I see red

Watched Morbius and of course i went and fell for the villan

Warnings: Smut, blowjob, handjob, dirty talk, cum eating, face fucking, blood drinking(he is a vampire), insecurity.

Word Count: 2,1K

You’d always loved Milo. Even though you knew you didn’t have forever with him your heart couldn’t help but fall for the man. Milo hadn’t been handed the best cards, he wasn’t a lucky man but at least he had Morbius. Well he used to have Morbius. As the years had passed Milo and Morbius had grown apart. They were still good friends and Milo knew he could count on Morbius for anything but the more the doctor stayed at the lab the farther away it seemed their meetings would be. Milo blamed Martine for the distance. He wasn’t entirely wrong. The two doctors seemed to be growing more and more intimate as the days passed. You wondered if Martine had told Morbius about how she felt. It wasn't an easy task, you knew that all too well.

Milo didn’t know about your love for him. You'd never talked to him about how you felt. There was never a good time for that type of conversation. When he wasn’t busy handling something for Morbius he was stuck in bed due to his sickness. Besides you weren’t certain he’d believe you anyway. Milo had this idea, a really stupid one, that he wasn’t attractive. Girls didn’t usually hit on him when he went out and he’d somehow linked that to his appearance.

“No one wants to be with a sick man.”

He’d blurted that out one night on your walk. You’d almost told him how you felt but the nerves had gotten the best of you. You didn't want him to think you pitied him because you didn't. You loved him like this and you’d love him even if he was different. Not that you’d ever expect him to change. Not in a drastic way anyway.

You made your way through the hall going towards the kitchen. You placed the bags from the market on the counter as you called out Milo's name.

“They didn’t have burger patties so I had to settle for ground beef. Okay?”

No answer. You frowned at the silence, your eyes scanning the room for signs that Milo was home. Your gaze fell onto his cane on the floor. Milo couldn’t leave the house without his cane which meant he was here. But where exactly was he?

You heard a thumping sound above you, leaning your head back to look at the ceiling. The sound was coming from Milo's room. You walked over to the elevator pushing the button to the second floor. You tapped your foot against the metal floor, fingers moving on your thighs as you waited for the doors to open. The second they did the sound of music became louder. You moved towards Milos' room knocking at the door before entering. Light streamed into the bedroom from the closet. What in the world was he doing?

“Milo what’s with the….”

Your body froze at the closet door, eyes widening at the sight before you. You watched Milo dance around with his eyes closed. Your eyes scanned his body, curiosity filling your mind as you realized the way Milo looked. He looked healthy. Truly healthy. Not “on a good day” sort of healthy. Running a marathon kind of healthy. Where did all those muscles come from?

Milo opened his eyes to look at himself in the mirror but instead his gaze fell on your reflection. Your mouth was slightly parted and there was this unusual look in your eyes. He felt an urge to cover his body, his subconscious telling him to hide himself from you. But then he caught the way your eyes moved over his body. You liked it. You liked the way he looked. The moment he realized that his chest puffed up drawing more attention to his chiseled body and causing your breath to speed up. Milo called out your name, moving slowly towards you. You watched him make his way to you with ease.

“Milo your leg.”

“Neat isn't it?”

He gave a small spin stopping a few steps away from you. Your eyes raked over his body, stopping on the smirk on his face.

“What’s wrong darling? Don’t like my new look?”

“I always liked the way you look.”

The words tumbled out of your lips before you could stop them causing you to place a hand over your mouth as Milo’s eyebrows quirked up.

“Is that so?”

The truth is Milo had always felt something for you but he never acted on it. He never thought you saw him as anything other than the sick teeanger you’d met years ago. But now, watching the way your breath sped up the closer he got to you and the way your tongue peaked out to wet your lips every once in a while, he could tell he’d been wrong.

“How is this possible? I mean how did you-”

“Shh darling.”

Milo placed a hand on your cheek moving some stray hairs behind your years.

“How doesn't matter now. The “what” is far more important?”

“What do you mean?”

“I haven't felt this strong…well…ever. So I'm curious as to what I can do. If you know what I mean.”

You swallowed dry as Milo leaned his face closer to you, his lips almost touching yours.

“And I was wondering….”

“Yeah?”

“If you wanted to help me find out?”

“Fuck yes.”

You wrapped your arms around Milos neck pulling him down into a passionate kiss. His hands snaked down your body settling on your ass with a harsh squeeze. You groaned into his mouth, your legs moving up to wrap themselves around Milos waist. He tugged you up with ease. Your hips brushed against his hard on causing him to let out a moan.

“Where do you want me to fuck you darling here or in my bed?”

“Bed please.”

“Such a polite thing ei?”

Milo kicked open the doors making his way to his bed. You let out a small gasp when he threw you on the bed, the mattress bouncing slightly. You pushed yourself onto your elbows watching as Milo moved to unbuckle his pants.

“Let me.”

The man glanced down at you with a grin which you returned. You shuffled yourself to the edge of the bed accepting Milos extended hand. Once you’d gotten to your feet you moved out of the way forcing Milo to turn around and take your place. He followed your directions, taking a seat at the edge of the bed and spreading his legs slightly. You got on your knees before him, your hands working on his belt. You reached into his pants cupping his dick in your hand for a moment before pulling down his underwear. His dick sprung up and you drooled at the sight. Milos slender frame had given you the impression he would have a slim cock but you had been wrong. His dick was thick and long. You glanced up at Milo being greeted with a worried look.

“Milo, I can't believe you’ve been hiding this beauty from me.”

“You like it? It’s not too-uh-small or anything.”

You let out a laugh. Bless this man.

“It’s perfect.”

Before Milo could retaliate you wrapped your mouth around his dick. Milo’s hands went straight to your head gripping your hair to ground himself.

“Ah fuck-ugh-good fucking girl…shit.”

“That good huh?”

“Don’t know how long I've wanted you darling.”

“Yeah? Should have told me. I’ve been touching myself to the thought of you for the past four years.”

“Good lord-ugh!”

You opened your mouth as much as you could, taking Milos dick as deep as possible as you told your tongue around his shaft.

“I wanted to-uhm-fuck you at that-fuck-stupid benefit party.”

You’d never taken Milo for a talker during sex but you didn't mind it. You hummed around his dick signalling to him you were listening and causing him to buck his hips.

“You wore that fucking black dress…ah ugh…could see every fucking curve.”

You remembered the dress he was talking about. You still had it in your closet. You’d have to remember to wear it again. You removed your lips from Milos dick replacing them with your hands.

“If you’d told me I would have let you. There was a wonderful little counter in the bathroom we could have used.”

“Dirty girl.”

“Like you’re any better.”

“Oh you have no idea.”

There was a sombre tone in Milo's voice but you chose to ignore it. Your hands moved faster against Milos dick making him moans grow louder. You could tell he was close to cumming so you decided to take him in your mouth once again. After one particular suck Milo called out your name and you felt his seed spilling down your throat. You removed your lips from his dick swallowing before sticking your tongue out proudly to show Milo what you did.

“You’re going to be the death of me darling.”

He wiped the spit from the corner of your mouth before leaning down to capture your lips in his.

“You turn, pretty girl.”

You and Milo had been going at it for hours. His stamina seemed to be everlasting. Your hands latch onto Milos back as he thrusts into you, his arms caging you beneath his body. He's going at a brutal speed, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as your body prepares for another orgasm. You are so close but before you reach your high Milos thrusts start to sputter. You open your eyes to look at him expecting him to look at you with a teasing grin or a cocky smirk but he doesn’t. In fact his eyes don’t meet yours.

“Milo?”

“Shit…i”

“What is it?”

“Darling i…fuck not now.”

“Milo what is it? Talk to me.”

Milo raises his head to look at you and you're startled by the way he looks. The healthy glow he’s had up until now is completely gone. He looks like he usually does: pale and tired.You can feel Milos leg shaking next to yours.

“I need i…”

“Tell me. Lucian, tell me what you need dear.”

“Blood.”

“What?”

“I need blood.”

You thought you’d heard him wrong but the way his face twisted when he repeated the word shows you you’d understood correctly. You should have freaked out. That would have been the correct response. But when it came to Milo you never seemed to have a clear head. Milo's leg gave out beneath him causing his body to fall into you, his lips touching your neck. You felt him open his mouth, his tongue lapping over your vein before closing it abruptly

“No. Not her.”

“Lucian…”

“It’s okay, I would never hurt you.”

“I know.”

You stayed silent for a movement trying to make up your mind.

“Take mine.”

“What?”

“My blood. Take my blood.”

Milo's body begged him to listen to you but his mind stopped him from taking action. If he lost control he’d suck you dry and he couldn’t deal with that risk. Not when you meant so much to him.

“I’m not in control i could hurt-

“No you won’t. You never would.”

Milo raised his head to look into your eyes seeing the certainty in them. You trusted him. You truly did.

“Take what you need. It’s alright. I’ll be fine.”

Milo hesitated for a moment before leaning down so that his mouth was on your neck. He could hear your heart beating and could feel every twinge of your muscles. Your perfume was strong against his nostrils but the smell went away as soon as his teeth pierced into your skin. You let out a yelp, your nails latching onto Milo’s back as he sucked your neck. You could feel the blood leaving your body, the feeling making you dizzy.

Your blood was the best thing Milo had tasted in his entire life. It tasted exactly like he imagined you would: sweet and silky. He lost himself in the pleasure, his hips rutting against you as his strength returned to him. You called out his name forcing him to detach himself from your neck. This time when your eyes fell onto his face the healthy glow was present once again. Your neck felt tender and your body had gone slightly limp but you forgot all about it once Milo started thrusting against you at a brutal pace once more. Your toes curled and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. You came with a shout of Milo's name. He followed short after, spilling his seed into your cunt.

You knew something wasn’t right, normal people don’t drink blood and get strong. But that was a problem for later. Right now you had to focus on getting your body to come back to earth.

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blueberrypancakesworld · 10 months

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The song of desire

Warning : smut, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, nightmare, blood drinking, little emotional, kissing

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Darkness overcame her as soon as she closed her eyes. She had resisted sleep for too long. Too long she wanted to wait for him. Whether it was Milo or Michael, it didn't matter. She wanted to wait and meet her fate. But as she sat there on the couch, it apparently became softer and softer and her body, which was no longer under adrenaline, needed to recover.

From the horror, the blood, the corpses, the monsters of reality. But it was finally the sleep that came to her before the two and brought her into the darkness.

She herself could not see it but her body moved restlessly back and forth. Not something because it was a dream full of lust. No, it was another nightmare that was given to her. Darkness surrounded her as always an old friend and yet always different.

She moved forward before the corridor in front of her was illuminated by the almost burnt out flickering candles. The candles in the old iron hallways no longer seemed splendid. Everything seemed cold and dark, gloomy and abandoned. As if the splendor of the wish and the dream was gone. As if the truth about the creature had come to light.

The darkness at her feet gave way and cold bare old stone floor and walls were brought forth. The cold drove into her body and did not seem to let her go. The white long nightgown that covered her naked body moved slightly as she walked. She continued walking before an old oak door with heavy iron hinges appeared out of the shadows. It seemed to have been there since the beginning of the castle's construction. Her fingers ran over the wood. Cold. It was just as cold as anything else in the place.

She touched the cold handle and felt the slight indentations that had been made by the casting before she pushed it down and walked through the door. But the hope of a change of scenery was not to be found. The castle, the magnificent interior, everything in this wonderful place seemed to be in disrepair. The walls, which were hung with brightly painted pictures and tapestries as well as large oil paintings, were now full of mold, dust and cobwebs.

The tapestry had peeled away and as she stepped closer to get a better look, she was startled. Claw-like deep furrows had pierced her cheek in various places. The tall, candle-lit chandeliers barely provided any light, but it was enough to see the horror.

Moving away with a pounding heart and an uneasy feeling, she continued on her way. On what or after whom she did not know. Was it Light, Michael or even Milo?

But the further she went, the more fragile everything seemed to become. Desolate and yet morbid in its own beautiful.

She reached the apparent end of the passage, but stopped. A figure of her own stood opposite her. The initial fear in her inner self gave way when she realized that it was her own reflection. Stepping towards the mirror embedded in the wall, she soon found herself face to face.

The reflective surface was cool and a crack ran from top to bottom across the mirror. She saw herself twice, as if two sides were ruling her inner life, as they did with Michael and Milo. Was it wrong?

Didn't she have two sides? The one who loved Michael and wanted to help. The other who was afraid of the monster and tried to accept it. She stepped closer and touched the crack with her fingers. She hissed harshly as blood smeared the surface. Despite the fact that it was not a deep tear in the mirror, the cut on her finger was deep.

To somehow soothe it, her fingers tangled in the white nightgown. But this also absorbed the blood and formed a morbid pattern. ,, My heart" she heard Michael's voice and when she looked up he was standing behind her again. His cold hand ran up her arm to her bleeding fingers. ,, Let me help you" she heard him whisper before she felt his tongue on her fingers.

He licked and sucked the blood away but he did not stop. ,, Michael, enough," she said after his deadly embrace became more possessive. She cried out in fear when she felt his teeth on her neck. They were only a few millimeters away from her skin when there was a crack from the mirror. Her gaze fixed on her own image as the mirror shattered further and the pieces fell to the floor.

They shattered and she felt the small cuts on her legs that had gone through the fabric. But what frightened and panicked her was the figure that came out through the darkness. ,, My flower" she heard his voice and yet she could not escape him because Michael would not let her go. Milo grabbed her other hand and ran his tongue up it before she felt his presence on the other side of her neck.

The obsession chased and trapped two monsters who want to feed on her blood. But only one of them really has her heart.

Her eyes opened as she felt the teeth of the two vampires on her neck. Her hands clawed at the couch beneath her. Darkness infinite darkness still seemed to lie over the city. And slowly she wondered if she would be in the dark reality forever.

The exhaustion was in her body as if the experiences wanted to take her back to the darkness. Yawning as she got off the couch, she went to her kitchen. The coffee machine whirred and she watched the windows. The feeling of being watched did not seem to disappear. When the buzzing stopped she took the hot cup and turned around again as she recoiled. She saw the shadow scurrying past her window.

For what seemed like an instant it flitted on and she felt the cold countertop against her back. Only when she heard and perceived the breeze did she drop the cup out of fear. But she waited for the coffee to shatter and burn. ,, Please do not be frightened," she heard Michael's calm voice. He knelt down to catch the cup and came up.

She saw the short shift of his weight, but did not comment on it. He still wore the orange uniform and seemed to be a bit affected. ,, Here," he said before holding out the cup to her. When Y/n did not react and her gaze remained fixed on his chest, he placed it next to her.

,, I was afraid," she suddenly said as if she had found her voice again. Then she took him in her arms and tried to ignore the smell of blood on him. ,, I was afraid that Milo would come and not you. I was afraid of what would happen next," she confessed to him and she felt his cold hands running over her back. ,, I know I'm sorry, my heart," she heard him say, hugging her tighter.

Her heartbeat calmed down and the danger that Milo posed seemed less. The Derigent played his symphony. When they broke away, she took the coffee cup and took a sip. However, she briefly frowned when she tasted the metallic taste. One took what one tasted also with the smell.

And Michael stank of blood. ,, Sorry, I was not in the shower. May I use yours?" he asked when he found out what was bothering Y/n and when he looked down at himself he saw the dried blood stains on the suit. ,, Yes please," she said and left him to himself before pouring her coffee away.

Only a short time later she heard the shower come on and the warmth coming from the door as she walked past it to go to her bedroom. This time, however, it was late and she wanted to get out of her clothes. She paused as she pulled her shirt over her head. Can he see me? the question echoed in her head as she thought about a vampire. She still knew vaguely that Dracula, from the book of the same name she had read in her teenage years, could not see through walls.

But he could hypnotize, at least his beauty was so captivating that it bordered on hypnosis. But Michael had already seen her body, even if only a bit. Besides, she had to argue that he looked at her with love, not as an object without ulterior motives.

He perceived her as a whole as herself. ,, Would you have a shirt for me or something?" she heard the question and turned around. Michael stood there with a towel in his hand, torso exposed and dressed only in jeans.

She blinked several times before tearing herself away from his body and walking to her closet. ,, Staring is unwelcome," she heard him already reprimanding. ,, Oh, stop it, you owe me for the fright," she said as she continued to look through.

But she kept her eyes feverishly on the clothes, because even if Michael's new condition looked very good, she didn't want to make it too obvious. ,, Ehm here I don't know if it fits is the big cuddly shirt I have" she said and held up a big black t-shirt. ,, Thank you" he said before she tossed him the shirt and watched him put it on. Only when the fabric covered his muscles did she pull away and walk past him into the kitchen. ,, How are you?" he asked the surprising question and she looked at him uncertainly.

Nevertheless, she could not suppress a sigh. ,, I think- I'm worried about Milo. I'm scared Michael, scared as hell that he'll kill me," she confessed and turned away from him. She felt his hand reaching for hers, but not pulling it towards her. ,, I'll protect you, Y/n, I promise. We will make an antidote and everything will be fine," he said, but did not take her in his arms. He felt that there was something else. ,, I know you're strong, but I'd be lying if I said you had a chance against him. I saw you arrive here".

She saw that it hit Michael, but he accepted that she was right. ,, Let's talk about it tomorrow when I pick up Martine, we'll just finish everything here," she said before opening one of her cupboards. ,, Cocoa?" she asked, trying to lighten the depressed mood. ,, No thanks, I'll stick to the red stuff" he said with an embarrassed smile. She nodded and pushed him down on the couch while she made her cocoa.

When she was done she went to him and put the hot bag on the small table before she sat down next to him and leaned against him. ,, Michael". ,,Yes? ". ,, I love you" . ,, I love you infinitely more Y/n" she heard him murmur in her ear before he kissed her. There was love behind everything he did, he did it only out of love for her.

Two hearts that fit. She felt him pause with his hand on her neck as he slid down. ,, Do you want it?" he asked the question and she had to smile briefly. It seemed like the first time they were on their first date. So incredibly lloveful and yet always looking out for her. ,, Yes" confirmed the common love for each other before he kissed her again. She knew that in his condition also on the sexual level new possibilities opened up. She felt his cold fingers on her breasts again.

He pushed them under her top before he took it off and loosened the bra with a deft movement. She made a surprised noise as he suddenly lifted her in one swift movement. She felt the power behind it and how easy it must be for him. ,, I've got you" she heard him say before she wrapped her legs around his waist and he stabilized her.

She knew from the way he carried her into the bedroom. Gently, yet with certainty, he lowered her onto the bed before he took off the rest of his clothes and she followed him. ,, You are so unbelievably beautiful " she heard him murmur before he kissed her breasts. Her heart beat faster, it was as if they would beat together again.

But she knew she had to tell him something. Something that had already led to many an end of a relationship. ,, Michael, I have to tell you something," she said, which felt like an eternity. Fear gripped her body. What would he say back? Leave her and hate her. Immediately he let go of her and straightened up slightly to see her better. ,, What is it?" he asked after giving her her space.

The last thing he wanted was to lock up his heart. ,, I can't have children it-" she was interrupted by a hug. Slightly shaky, she hugged him back. ,, You don't have to tell me why. I don't care Y/n I would always love you my heart" she heard him say. All fear and doubt left her at once. She released his embrace before she felt the soft mattress against her back again.

Before she felt his loving kind on her again. He kissed his way from her lips down to her neck. She felt him sucking on her neck. There was a certain sweetness behind the gesture. Goosebumps formed on her body but it was not unpleasant rather exciting. Shortly she even thought to feel his pointed teeth scratching over her skin. But maybe she had imagined it or?

She felt how his hand drove over the soft skin of her thigh and drew light circles every now and then. And his other hand began to massage her breasts and lightly pinch her nipples. An excited sound came from her and she felt the short smirk of Michael.

Leaving her neck, he kissed his way down before pausing. His hand moved up her thigh to her arm before their fingers intertwined. She felt him gently place a kiss on her fingers. Another sign of love. ,, Are you ready?". ,, Yes" she answered breathlessly before she felt him inside her. It took some getting used to for both of them, but they knew it would be incredible.

To be united in their love was beautiful. She wrapped her legs around his hips again and pulled him closer. His new strength was incredible and yet he was loving. She felt him kiss her body again before their lips met. She moaned into the kiss and let the pleasure cloud her mind. His movements matched hers and the symphony was attuned to them both.

It was so fast that she didn't realize what was happening until she was suddenly on top. Michael had turned her around with his strength so that she was looking at him and her hands were resting on his chest. ,, I wanted to see all your beauty," he confessed and briefly avoided her gaze.

She lovingly stroked a strand of hair from his face before taking the lead. As soon as she moved, she felt his hands on her hips. The nude they both indicated blurred and they both lost themselves in the lust of their hearts. Y/n leaned against his chest she could feel the rapid heartbeat that seemed to blur with her own.

She felt him tighten his grip on her hips. She was sure that this too would leave a mark. But she didn't care, it was just another instrument, another sound in their shared symphony. She felt her own climax approaching. It took only a few more movements before she came with a lustful noise.

But it wasn't the end as the moans turned into a mix of pleasure and pain as Michael quickly gifted himself up and sank his teeth into her throat. ,, Michael" his name came from her lips and her hands tried to push him away. But he didn't seem to hear her, she felt him sucking her blood with every beat of his heart.

Only when she made another painful sound did she see the claws on her body and how they could cut her in half any second. ,, Michael, please stop," she tried again as black spots began to appear on her face. But it was useless, a monster was right next to her, not her heart, not her Michael. So it came that her vision continued to blur before she fainted. The body of the woman

was released shortly after and he withdrew from her. The blood red eyes became softer and lighter with each blink and each look at his heart. Before the man she loved was in front of her again. ,, Y/n, I'm so sorry," he said, and for the first time it was his heart that he could not control.

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