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savanir · 5 months ago
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DP x DC prompt [7]
After biting Danny, vampire king Dick gleefully tells him that he now belongs to him, seeing as his bite made him his thrall.
However, beings of the Infinite Realms operate on a lot of Fae rules, and Danny Uno-Reverse’s Dick by telling him that he must now serve him because he ate from him without his permission.
Neither are willing to give up so they are going to have to find some occult lawyer to figure this out.
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puppetmaster13u · 6 months ago
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3am Prompt/Au Idea
What if, like love evil Dick in DC Vampires, more power to him, but like, imagine for a second...
Bruce, after finding out one of his kids is the self-proclaimed Vampire King, just holds up his hand, gathers up said kids into a room and just-
"I am not mad-" Several exchange looks that are half alarmed and half guilty, seeing as they're unsure why they've been gathered up at this moment. "-nor am I disappointed."
Bruce, fully channeling dad mode, "But what did we agree on for world domination plans?" (Somewhere a snooping hero chokes)
"Not to do it when you're on world so you don't have to at least attempt to stop us?"
"Exactly. Now, which one of you broke the rule and now has new medical information you didn't inform Alfred of...?"
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nightcolorz · 5 months ago
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friendly reminder that the reason rolin jones made Louis a pimp in the show is because the network told him he couldn’t write him as a slave owner like the books but rolin considered that Louis having an exploitative working position that demonstrates his lack of empathy for people he doesn’t respect and his tendency to have little qualms for using humans as property for financial gain was an important part of his character that he wanted to honor and find an equivalency for…. Friendly reminder that analyzing Louis’s negative traits is an intended reaction by the writers and Louis is and has always been deceptively good willed 🙏 friendly reminder that it is likely very intentional that in the books Louis was a past slave owner and Armand was a past slave which added dimension to their relationship, and in the show they found an equivalency by making Louis a past pimp and Armand a past (forced) prostitute. Friendly reminder!! That all of this is not fanfare made up by fans meant to unjustly demonize Louis but actually like,, fairly overt subtext, and that Louis being portrayed as capable of harm and having negative qualities actually in fact!! Makes him a better more, likable and complex character in a cast full of horrible people, and that analyzing and appreciating this doesn’t meant u r unjustly demonizing Louis 🙏 thanks
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inkedberries · 9 days ago
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day 4 of kudoichi week - [vampire au]
it's feeding time! and we love the flavor of guilt in this early morning! honestly it's such a whole affair with these two, yoichi should just say thank you for the food and get it over with lol but it's me who wants it all to be very dramatic hihi
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deepwaterwritingprompts · 7 months ago
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Text: When we make friendly contact, we’re hopeful they might help us. Then, we learn these being bleed fresh water, which earth has not had much of in so many long years.
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entomolog-t · 1 year ago
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Promptober repost of Cozy where the blush isn't all wack.
Looked fine on desktop but when I viewed it on mobile...
Screams.
Anyways!! Fixed it 🫡💖
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lavampira · 12 days ago
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all saints wake challenge — fright night
we are the things that others fear. (anne rice, the vampire lestat)
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jasontoddspussy · 7 days ago
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vampire jason angst + jaydicktim, can be platonic if you want
“Open your mouth, Jay. Please.” Tim begged, but Jason ignored him.
He was currently bound, kneeling in Tim’s own little homemade batcave in his nest. Dick was there, staring with a grimace. Jason kept his eyes on the ground, forcing his jaw closed.
It’d been a while since he’d felt this helpless. He didn’t even understand why Tim and Dick gave a shit. Why they were hiding him away in Gotham, of all places.
It wasn’t supposed to have ended like this.
Ever since Bruce almost killed him (again-), Jason had been holed up in different safehouses belonging to various people who owed him favors. He couldn’t keep intruding in Roy’s life, despite the other man’s protests, and left as soon as he could move.
It was hard. It was dumb. He wasn’t really able to take care of himself, bones still broken.
(Heart still broken.)
But he left anyway.
(He wasn’t supposed to come back.)
Then one night, a small girl had reached out to him while he was, very irresponsibly, taking a smoke break. She wanted safety, refuge, and asked if it was okay for her to enter the building for a little while until she could get her bearings. Was it sketchy as shit? Yeah.
Jason didn’t care.
It didn’t surprise him when she visited one night and bit him. He didn’t resist as she put a weird, body-controlling spell on him, keeping him pliant, instructing him to tell any loved ones checking in on him to leave him be, that he’d be fine.
(He couldn’t tell her he didn’t have any. Even if his voice wasn’t controlled. It didn’t matter anyway.)
She visited him at night over the course of three days. She’d… feed? on him, then she’d leave. He felt himself getting weaker, colder, tired- and he knew, instinctively, that he was dying.
He didn’t care.
(He was looking forward to it.)
He died alone in the middle of the night, peacefully falling asleep.
And then he woke up, several days later, with Dick’s tear-struck face hanging above him.
Jason hadn’t understood what was going on - Neither had Dick, nor Tim, the two had apparently gone looking for him upon learning he’d been banished from Gotham.
Though that alone wasn’t enough for them to be worried, no, it turned out that Roy had been unleashing hell upon any bat or bat-affiliated mask whenever they even came close to the man’s territory. Which had made Dick suspicious, so he’d started to investigate what was going on. Tim, the nosy man he is, got invested.
When Dick saw Jason’s eyes were open and focused on him, not half-lid and lazy like the dead man he was, he’d screeched and fallen back onto his ass, staring at him in shock. Jason hadn’t been able to really focus on what was going on, but he knew he wasn’t breathing.
And he’d been so, so hungry.
Jason had almost pounced at Dick, he had pounced, but Tim, the genius, knocked him out. Then the two men kidnapped him, brought him to Tim’s apartment to ‘’run tests’’ and came to the conclusion that;
1. Jason’s brain activity was abnormally high.
2. His heart wasn’t beating. He wasn’t breathing. His temperature was a little below room temperature.
3. He was dead. Any injuries he’d had before he died had healed. And now he was a re-animated corpse. And, oh yeah? He’d gotten that super tuberculosis consumption also known as vampirism.
His normally tanned skin was more yellow-pale-gray. The yellow made sense, he’d likely died from organ failure, but where the fuck went his melanin?
His hair was darker. Except that white stripe. His eyes? Black as the void. Except for when he’d almost attacked Dick, apparently, then red rings had focused on his brother.
Because that was a thing that’d happened. He’d nearly attacked Dick.
And neither Dick nor Tim were even upset about it! No, they were upset Jason had died again.
“I’m just saying that it’d be much more proficient if we took blood from goons or rouges whenever we’re apprehending or tying them up, then bring it back to store it in the fridge.” Tim argued for the Nth time. Dick stood across him, scowling with his arms crossed.
“And I am saying No, Tim. We’re not going to harness blood from random people! What if it makes him sick?” Dick argued back. They’d been going in circles about this ever since Jason had woken and been informed about his current undead-predicament.
Why couldn’t he just’ve stayed dead.
“Enough!” Jason bellowed, almost growled at his brothers who turned to look at him. He felt a prick of fucking fangs who’d dropped from his gums and hit his bottom lip. He wondered how vile of a monster he looked like, now.
“How about this? The two of ya give me a gun, and I pop a couple shots in my noggin’ savin’ us all this hassle. That way you” He points at Dick, “Don’t gotta worry about robbin’ no blood bank, to which I say, what the fuck, and you,” he gestures at Tim, “don’t gotta worry about taking blood from random ass goons. There, problem solved.”
His brothers stare at him as he’d grown another head, uncomprehending.
“What!?” The two echoed. Jason winced at the volume.
“No, we- I- No, you’re not. Jason why would- No.” Dick tried to say something, but he wasn’t doing all that good. Tim didn’t say anything, but he looked no less upset.
Jason didn’t say anything else, he just sat on the medical-examination bed they’d propped him onto when they tested him for stuff. He didn’t see the issue, and it’s not like they could stop him, anyway.
His older brother scowled as he came closer.
“We’re not just gonna let you die, Jason” He told him, almost gently, reaching out to lay a hand on Jason’s shoulder.
“Don’t touch me!” He hissed. This close he could almost hear the blood pumping through Dick’s veins and he wanted to reach out and taste-
Jason jerked back, putting a hand on top of his nose and mouth. Dick frowned sadly.
“It’s okay-” The man tried to reassure him. Jason wasn’t having it though.
“How? How is any of this fucking okay? ‘pparrently stayin’ a regular undead freak wasn’t enough for me, no. I had to go all the way and turn into a blood suckin’ undead freak. The two of ya wanna play house with a monstah? Go ahead, but it ain’t gon’ be me” He sneered at them, putting space between him and Dick and forcing himself into a corner, hiding his face away in his knees.
He didn’t care how fuckin’ pathetic it made him seem. He didn’t care that he was being unreasonable. He didn’t want any of their fake platitudes, he didn’t want their conditional fucking love, nor their hypocrisy.
Jason spills blood and everyone loses their freaking minds. Helena shoots someone? That’s fine. Superman crushes someone? Just dandy!
Jason breaks someone’s nose? Well, best break all of his bones so he learns his lesson.
Fuckng bats.
“Just leave me alone” He mutters into his knees.
(He’s so, so tired.)
That was weeks ago.
Jason had lost weight, and he’d already lost weight from being in the hospital, he certainly felt like a skeleton.
Mostly though he felt a burning, stabbing pain from hunger in his throat, his fangs constantly nicking his lips and making his jaw numb. It helped.
It was distinctively different compared to how it felt going without food for weeks as a human. He remembers it clearly, how he constantly felt like he was going to throw up because he was so hungry, how tired it made him but he couldn’t sleep less he didn’t wake up.
(It would’ve been better, kinder, had he died then.)
Tim and Dick had both tried to make him eat/drink(?) blood on several occasions. He didn’t spare them a response, kept his mouth shut even as blood bags were placed in front of him, or mugs filled with blood put to his mouth. He’d just turn his head, looking away.
When he’d tried to claw his own veins out, he’d been sedated, and he woke up arms bound and on the floor.
Which brought them to know.
Jason, kneeling on the floor of the nest, Tim begging him to eat.
“Enough of this.” Said Dick. Tim put down the blood-bag he’d been trying to make Jason drink from, frustrated.
“Then what do you suggest?” The youngest man snarked. Dick patted over to them and kneeled in front of Jason. He didn’t look at him, keeping his gaze on the floor.
“..Dick?” Tim questioned. Jason’s eyes slid to where Dick pulled out a knife, it was one of Jason’s throwing knives, where had he gotten that, and then sliced the skin between the junction of his neck and shoulder. Jason jolted, instincts screaming at him that there were fresh, warm, enticing blood- right there and he tried to pull away but he was bound to the floor, and a large warm hand, Dick’s, went into his tangled dirty hair and pushed his face to the wound and-
And Jason couldn’t keep his jaw from shaking. His senses were all invaded by the smell and warmth of his brother and his fangs hurt and-
It was all just too much.
Instincts took over, Jason’s self-control ending up in the backseat of his mind as he licked a broad stripe, lapping up the precious liquid and moaning at the taste. Something inside him screaming finally- and he opened up, fangs sinking into the meat of Dick’s shoulder.
Instantly, warm, delicious blood flooded his mouth and Jason gulped down one, two, three, four mouthfuls before his mind started to come back online. Dick was hugging him, almost crushing him to his chest. Tim had, at some point, joined them and was burying himself in Jason’s cold back.
He was shaking, ice-cold tears falling down his face and onto Dick’s skin. He could smell Tim, he could smell blood, he could feel Tim’s hands in his hair, caressing him.
They were trying to comfort him. Trying to be there for him.
He didn’t understand why.
Feeling full, he retracted his fangs and licked up the rest of the blood. Tim handed Dick a gauze-pad to put on the punctures. Jason slumped into Dick, feeling rather defeated.
“We’ll figure this out, Jay. I promise.” His older brother whispered, warm broad hand rubbing Jason’s back consolingly.
He didn’t want their fake comfort. He didn’t want to be cast aside once they’re tired of him again.
He just wanted peace.
But how could he make them leave him alone? Him being a blood-sucking monster wasn’t enough to scare them away…
He could think of one thing he could try.
It wasn’t like he wasn’t the worst of the worst kind of scum, anyway.
He tried to rub his face and jaw against Dick’s jaw, making it seem like he’d slumped into him purposefully. Rubbing his nose against his brother, who’d frozen still at Jason’s movements, he could actually tell he was rubbing his scent into his older brother.
“What’re-” Dick started, but Jason interrupted him, sealing their lips together. Dick’s lips parted in surprise, and Jason took full advantage of it, plunging his tongue into his brother’s mouth, licking his teeth and tasting him.
He tasted like cereal. Ew.
Jason fully expected Dick to push him away, recoil and punch his face.
But Dick didn’t do that. He-
He engaged in the kiss. He met his tongue head on, tilting his jaw for a better, more comfortable angle, further deepening the kiss and Jason’s mind bluescreened because it felt-
It felt good. He was kissing his older brother and it felt good, but it wasn’t supposed to feel good Dick was supposed to be disgusted and push him away and then they were supposed to give up on him.
Had they realised his plan? Well, Jason wasn’t about to give up on this game of homoerotic-incestous-chicken.
Breaking off their kiss, he scented Dick again, then turned to Tim who was staring at the two of them with wide eyes and red cheeks. He didn’t give the younger man a warning before he rubbed his scent into him, then bit him gently right where the small, thin Hush-scar lay. Tim tensed, then forced himself to relax, hands returning to Jason’s hair.
Jason really, really hated himself. He could feel himself getting fucking wet at this, being close and- and intimate with his brothers, tasting them, being touched all over, spreading his fucking scent on them like some deranged dog-
Tim tilted his head back to give Jason’ more space, presumably, and he happily leaned closer. Feeling way too full, he retracted his fangs and licked up the remaining blood spilling from the punctures. Then, to really sell it, he licked his way in one broad stripe, up to Tim’s mouth.
To his surprise, Tim opened his mouth and pulled Jason closer, almost enthusiastically chasing the taste of Tim and Dick on his tongue. He could smell sweat and bodily fluids - the smell of sex, in the air around them and he realised that not only was Jason aroused, but so was Tim and maybe even Dick, from watching his little brothers making out.
Jason broke the kiss, feeling Tim’s ribcage heaving against his torso, his eyes traced a string of spit that connected their lips.
Jason blinked and jolted away from his brothers.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Why- Why would you let me do that?!” He snarled, disgusted at himself. Tim wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, face flushed and legs crossed as if that would do anything to hide his erection. Dick looked pensive, and was chewing his red-kissed lips.
“I mean… Vampires do associate food with sex, so it.. was a possibility.” Dick admitted. Jason gaped.
“And you still did it?”
“I’m not just letting you die again, Jason. You don’t- I. Fuck, Jason you almost died. Our Dad almost killed you-” Dick’s voice broke, “and then when we finally found you, you’re a corpse.”
Dick’s eyes shone with angry, unshed tears.
“I was too fucking late again- But then you somehow woke up. If my body can keep you alive in any sense of the word then I will give you my fucking body” Dick told him, voice hard and hands clenched tightly.
Jason didn’t understand.
“I don’t understand.”
And Dick looked so, so heartbroken at that admission. He wiped away the tears that were starting to fall. Tim looked away, ashamed.
“I-I know. And, fuck. I swear, I’ll make you understand.” Dick said, determined.
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chicalepidoptera · 11 days ago
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Day 31 of @vampirefest 's vfkinktober2024: Costume
Happy Halloween! 🦇🩸
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imelht · 2 months ago
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Day Five: AU.
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Here’s the text in case the quality gets crunched/for those who would rather read it than my handwriting.
King Dedede: “I do hope you don’t plan on makin’ this a reoccurrin’ thing.”
Meta Knight: “I thought you didn’t have a problem with it?”
King Dedede: “What…? You starvin’ yourself so bad that I haf’ tah come in an’ feed ya? ‘Course I got a problem!”
Meta Knight: “I… I didn’t see it like that.”
King Dedede: “Well maybe you should. For my sake if not yours… alright Mets?”
Meta Knight: “…very well, my liege.”
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ivyithink · 1 year ago
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me? excited for this fucked up dynamic in the upcoming seasons of iwtv? who could have guessed…
AND! listen, i would have put this under the cut, but there’s plenty there already, and I NEED to share. I usually listen to music while drawing, and this piece was not an exception. and while I do have my own iwtv playlist and also the show ost on hand, i was listening to a random mix of my other saved songs. and the goddamn “без бою” by океан ельзи starts playing, and i almost fell from my chair with how hilarious i suddenly found it. I don’t think someone who isn’t ukrainian can fully understand why I could barely breathe for like ten minutes, but if I were trying to explain it: it’s an incredibly popular ukrainian song, it was EVERYWHERE when I was growing up, and it’s always been the embodiment of Heterosexuality (TM) for me (I’m not even sure why exactly). but surprisingly enough some of the lyrics fit weirdly well with these two, and it gave me such a delightfully bizarre whiplash… I will leave those specific lines in the comments(?) under this post, and i do actually recommend the song! it may be overplayed here, but it’s genuinely a good song!))
this piece is actually one of those I’ve already done for this fun art prompts challenge! (@icryink, thank you for the prompts!!) I came across it accidentally, but loved the idea a lot, because cringe IS dead, and I have actually never drawn many, MANY things on that list. so I’m doing this challenge mostly for myself (and my interpretations of the prompts are very much influenced by my lack of knowledge about much of that stuff; and also by my “little shit who does not want to do what they’re told to” nature, a bit…)
i do plan to post everything, after I’m done with it, probably combining most of the pieces into a few posts.
BUT, like this one, I’ll post a few of them separately, just because it feels more right to me!
this prompt was: day 7 — pinterest art base. not sure how exactly I was supposed to interpret this, but i just decided to take one of my many pinterest references and do something with it. and ta-da, the result!))
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puppetmaster13u · 6 months ago
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Prompt 305
So. Uh. Danny feels like laughing hysterically, because? Ghostwriter was doing a thing, and one of Pandora’s curses escaped and erm, well, now the six of them are in a whole other dimension. At least this place has a lot of abandoned warehouses but still. And well, he guesses he’s no longer the only ‘monster’ now? 
But seriously they all need to find a way back home sooner rather than later, even if they might now be stuck in this world… Fuck.
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marlynnofmany · 1 year ago
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New heist idea! Along with vampires trying to get their old stuff back from a museum, there should also be werewolves trying to get their paws on the moon rocks that NASA has collected, because those are basically reverse Kryptonite.
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jhdanes · 6 months ago
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MINI COMIC UPDATE FOR DC VAMPIRE WEEKEND 2024 DAY 2 (ALL PROMPTS) II Saturday, 11. May || 2024
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A Earth-16 AU teaser where everyone was turned into a vampire by Bruce and set in my Au Earth-16! Done for #dcvampweekend #dcvampireweekend2024 that is hosted by @dc-vampire-weekend on tumblr. Day 2 made with flats, cuz I wanna hold my sanity and keep it safe XD. #clex #thesuperman #lexluthor #superman #clarkkent #enemiestolovers
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ghostlyheart · 1 year ago
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Claudia Appreciation Week Day 6: Womanhood & Coming of Age | @claudiadelionlac
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estrellami-1 · 1 year ago
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Steddie Microfic
October prompt: suck
Word count: 480
No warnings apply
Rated T (I think? I’m terrible at ratings. There’s a definite possibility it would be G but I don’t want to put that just in case… someone who knows how to rate please help me! 😂)
@steddiemicrofic
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Steve knew he wasn’t the smartest. That wasn’t news to him. He knew he was just the brawn, the battering ram, the shield.
It’s fitting, then, that the one who took the most damage would be the one to break first. The first thing someone sees is the first thing they’ll go after.
And, well… Steve spent a lot of time ensuring he was first.
All that didn’t help, of course, as he felt like he was being tracked in his own house, a predator stalking him through the vents, walls, windows.
He didn’t hear the back door open, but felt the shift in air pressure. “Make it quick,” he murmured, begged, shutting his eyes and bracing.
He opened them again when he heard a chuckle. He whirled around and gasped. “Eddie?”
“Pretty thing,” Eddie hummed, cocking his head. “Eddie’s not here.”
“Then who are you?”
He cocked his head the other way. “I am Kas,” he said. “Servant to Vecna, ruler of his armies.”
“Why are you here?”
Kas chuckled. “To destroy you, of course. You and all your friends. Suck your blood from your veins and your marrow from your bones until you are naught more than the dust from which you were wrought.”
Steve made a face. “A little wordy.”
Kas shifted, and suddenly in his place stood Eddie, pouting. “I thought it was good.”
“It is good,” Steve promised. “But this isn’t one of your campaigns, babe, this is Halloween.” Eddie rolled his eyes, and Steve shivered. “And go take out those contacts, they’re giving me the creeps.”
“Oh thank God,” Eddie said, “they’re itchy as hell,” and ran down the hall to the bathroom.
When he walked back out, Steve was in the kitchen, making them lunch. “Y’know we’re gonna have to get El in on this before she blasts you against the wall first and asks questions second.”
“Way ahead of ya, babe,” Eddie chuckled, wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist, nuzzling at his neck. “She and Hop are both already in on it.”
“Do you think the kids are gonna hate us?”
Eddie hummed. “It’s possible. I’m calling it payback for all the times the little shits got into trouble and needed us to bail them out.”
Steve chuckled. “Good reason.” He flinched as Eddie scraped his teeth against his neck. “Christ, Eds,” he muttered. “You a real vampire now or what?”
Eddie chuckled darkly, flicked out the fake teeth with his tongue, and sealed his lips against Steve’s neck. He finally pulled back to murmur, “I wanna suck somethin’, baby, but it’s not your blood.”
“You’re an animal,” Steve replied, maneuvering himself around in Eddie’s arms to face him before pulling him closer in a fierce kiss.
He bit at Eddie’s lip before soothing it with his tongue, reaching behind himself to turn the stove off.
“Bedroom?” He asked, pulling back.
“Bedroom.”
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