Miles G Morales

“Por favor, mi vida...” Miles pleads as you shake your head no again. You’ve been denying him your blood all day. He’s tired of drinking pigs blood to survive. Human blood is so much fresher and sweeter, especially yours.

“No, Miles.”

You refuse again with a roll of your eyes. Ever since you came over, he’s been all up on you, lingering close to your neck. He’s clearly starving, but you know there’s blood in the fridge. Rio always makes sure to stock up on it.

It’s obvious already, but Miles is a vampire. Ever since you two started dating, you’ve been letting him feed on you from time to time. Not too often, but maybe every week or so, if you’re feeling generous. Not to mention all the hickeys on your neck and arms and the scars from his teeth that you need to deal with... And Miles might or might’ve not gotten a bit addicted to the taste of your blood. His ma, Rio, never let him feed on humans when he was younger. It was always just pigs blood. But Rio can’t force Miles to not drink your blood if you’re consenting to it. As long as you know how to push him off, she won’t get involved.

“Please...” Miles pouts again, his hands resting on your shoulders, eyes flickering down to your neck before they return to yours. “I’m hungry...”