#august holmes

[dontdierobb]

Join me this weekend at Paris City Pop and check out the most spectacular line up of artists I have ever had the privilege of being a part of! It will take place inside the 13th Arrondissement town hall, entry is free, and it will be 100% Artist Alley, with conferences!

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[sillyrabbit81]

Henry Cavill's shoulders appreciation post

[maggotzombie]

the day/night we met ; henry cavill

PAIRING — Henry Cavill x Reader (fem) SUMMARY — On your wedding day, your Maid of Honor prepares a special gift to which you and Henry have distinct responses. WORDS — 1,8k TW — nothing really just a lot of fluff, emotions (I cried a bit writing it), Henry in a suit 😈. A/N — Hi! I'm not dead, just quit the most toxic job ever so I'm getting back here lol Here's a short but very dear fic to me that I wrote last year but never posted. I'm so happy to finally post this! This story has been in my head for two years now and it came out better than I thought.

Song insp.: Eu Me Lembro by Clarice Falcão feat. Silva

— 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

“ALRIGHT,” YOUR MAID OF HONOR smiles, carefully wiping her tears with a napkin. “After making you cry and potentially ruining some makeup,” The room laughs. “I’ve prepared something different to end this on a high note.”

This is one of the dearest moments of your life: your wedding. You’re marrying your soulmate. Your heart could burst with love and happiness whenever.

Everything’s perfect, from your dress to the lights of the venue. Henry – your newly proclaimed spouse – has an arm around you as you listen to your family and friends' speeches about you and your love.

You found it strange when your Maid of Honor wasn’t the first to speak, but it seems she has a reason for it. Immediately, you feel anxious, but in a good way.

“When these two told me they were getting married, I knew I wanted to do something special for them,” Your best friend starts. “I just didn’t know what, but I knew it had to be something remarkable, something for them to look back and have a good laugh,” She looks at the both of you with tears in her eyes, chuckling.

You also wipe tears off your eyes, smiling back at her, and Henry tightens his embrace around you.

“So I sat down with these two, separately, and started to ask a few questions,” She smiles and wiggles her eyebrows, which is an expression you know very well.

‘Oh my,’ You think. ‘What is she up to?’

“Things started to get really interesting from the start, and I decided to make a video out of it,” Your best friend winks at you. “Without further ado, enjoy it.”

With a pleasant smile, she sits down. The attention turns to the screens set around the venue.

You remember sitting with your Maid of Honor to chat about your relationship. You didn’t really understand why she wanted to do that. However, it always has been effortless talking about Henry, and you brushed it off as having something to do with the wedding.

You recall having a great time answering her questions – drinks might have been involved beforehand, but the whole process was surprisingly professional.

Your friend’s face pops up on the screen as she introduces herself. “In this little video, I wanted to talk about our lovely couple’s amazing and fun story, especially the day they met,” She explains. “Newlyweds, I love you very much, and I hope you like this little something I put together for you.”

She blows a kiss and waves. Then in fancy lettering, “A love story” is scribbled on the top-left corner of the screen, and “A story of love” on the bottom right corner. You wonder why both phrases – which convey the same thing – are on the video, but the thought quickly slips your mind when your smiling face appears on the screen.

“State your name and occupation, please,” Your friend prompts on the video, but she’s out of the shot.

You roll your eyes amusedly. “What’s this, a trial? I’m innocent, your honor!” You giggle, making everybody at the venue laugh.

You answer the question anyway, and your name also appears written on the video.

“For the purpose of… this, I’m the bride?” It sounds like a question, and you make a face, unsure of yourself.

She never explained what the video was for, in your defense.

Right after you, Henry appears. “I’m Henry, and I am the lucky groom,” He smiles brightly, looking as handsome as always.

“So, tell me, how did you meet Henry?” Your friend asks, and your smile is instant as you remember that exact day as if it was yesterday. “How did you meet Y/N?” She asks him in the next scene, and his reaction is the same.

“I was hosting a brunch,” You start, your eyes unfocused as the vivid memory plays in your mind. “And it was morning when Henry arrived.”

When he reapers, you can tell it’ll cut back and forth between you. “I was throwing a party, and she was the one that came around. I think it was three in the afternoon,” Henry replies, quite differently from you.

You scoff mockingly, looking at him by your side. He chuckles, brushing it off with a shoulder tic before you turn back to the screen.

“And I said: ‘Hi, come on in, make yourself at home,’ You know, something of the sorts,” You shrug off.

Your betrothed chuckles in the video, scratching his chin in thought. “I was the one that said hello, but she didn’t hear.”

His comment makes the venue erupt in laughter. You meet Henry’s loving gaze again and squeeze his hand, making him bring yours up to press a kiss on your knuckles.

If your shared story had different and entertaining versions until now, it’d just get better!

After being asked about first impressions of one another, he replies: “She thought I was hilarious,” He says with such confidence that is endearing.

In your turn, you laugh and cover your mouth as if what you are about to say it’s an embarrassing secret.

“Oh my god, he wouldn’t stop talking! Like a lot!” You emphasize. “And I pretended to laugh the entire time,” You say very sheepishly before throwing your head back in laughter again. “That’s terrible. I feel like I need to apologize,” You add after your fit.

“Oh, I just remembered something,” He suddenly announces, and his smile is wide as the memory toy around in his head. “Her blouse was inside out,” He chuckles, eyes focused on a spot. “She’s so adorable and such a goof, isn’t she?” He looks back at the camera.

“He loved the way I was dressed,” You giggle, visibly shivering as you physically remember the feeling of him truly looking at you for the first time.

Your friend asks another question, changing the subject slightly, but Henry shakes his head.

“Yeah, the party was great! Everybody was having a good time, but I only remember searching for her when she wasn’t near me. Trying to get another look, you know?” He says.

In turn, you scoff. “No one was dancing! I don’t remember who was taking care of the music, but it was terrible!” Your genuine response makes the room fills with laughter another time. “At least everyone had a drink in hand and ate something.”

“Oh, yes. The food was wonderful. Everything homemade,” Your partner assures with a proud nod naively.

“I bought everything off Tesco,” You rushedly confess, throwing your head back in laughter again.

Back to the present moment, you’re wiping the new tears from the corners of your eyes due to laughter. You love the good energy around the room as your guests and yourself enjoy the video your Maid of Honor made.

Now you understand both phases in the beginning, and although you and Henry have very distinct versions of the day you met, you love both of them and the feelings they bring you.

However, something changes in the next second of the video. For the first time, on a split-screen, you two appear together.

“When I saw him, I knew it (When I saw her, I knew it),” You both say simultaneously. “She (He) was the person I’d spend the rest of my life with,” You continue.

Glancing at him, you’re surprised to see he’s already looking at you. Then you exchange a knowing look. It seems like you got on the same page in this part of the video.

“And that’s how I realized that life put him (her) in my life,” You say in unison. “On that Tuesday (Thursday) of September (December),” Your responses overlap with each other, drawing amused reactions from people.

“That’s why I remember everything, of every second,” Both of you state, which is downright ironic at this point. “Ask me anything that I remember.”

“I remember,” You proudly declare with a grin but, this time, by yourself.

And so does Henry. “I remember,” He nods with a beam.

The video ends there, and the room erupts in applause, whistles, and hollered praises.

Words couldn’t describe the dazzling feelings you’re experiencing if you wanted to. You can’t be more grateful to your friend for this treat either. And, of course, the man you now get to call your husband.

The spotlight of attention returns to you as you’re exchanging the most enamored gaze ever. Henry leans in and presses his lips to your forehead, making you close your eyes. Slowly, you allow all those remarkable sensations to wash over you.

When you reopen your eyes, you smile at him before looking at your Maid of Honor. “Thank you so much for this extremely thoughtful gift. We both loved it a lot.”

Henry confirms with a head gesture.

“Words won’t do justice to how much you’re special to me. I’m just so grateful I get to share such a special and meaningful moment of my life, like this one, with you,” Your voice cracks at the end, and you smile, trying to hold your tears at bay as you can see she’s doing the same. “So I can’t thank you enough.”

As the room gets loud with another round of applause and cheers, she smiles, mouthing an “I love you too” to you. Wiping your tears carefully one more time, you chuckle.

“Although, I only have one question,” You announce, making the room pipe down. “Was my blouse really inside out?” You giggle as you look back at Henry.

Your husband starts to laugh. “Yeah,” He confirms bashfully. “Yeah, it was,” He nods as your guests join you in laughter.

“Oh, God. I can’t believe it,” You shake your head in embarrassment. “I also would like to point out that my husband clearly has a lot of experience with interviews,” You remark, addressing the room. “I feel kinda bad after saying I was pretending to laugh at his jokes when he’s all loving and caring,” You rejoin your friends and family in fun.

“I do tell bad jokes,” Henry concedes in your defense. “I love how genuine you are, and you’re loving and caring to me, too,” You nearly melt at his famous Hollywood-star smile.

The sound of ‘aww’s’ fills the room. “You see what I’m dealing with?” You joke, making everybody chuckle.

You give him a chaste but affectionate peck on the lips. Your wedding coordinator decides it’s time for the first dance to open the floor to make your guests burn some energy after the buffet.

And so, feeling the most secure and happy while pressed against your husband’s chest with his arms around you, you swing slowly. By sharing the same air, the same space, and the same feelings, you can’t think of anything better.

It all started on a Tuesday morning in September for you. But for him, it was a Thursday afternoon in December. Now, it is a Saturday evening in November that you’ll never forget.

You will remember. Everything. Of every second.

[ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist]

Henry Cavill Masterlist

Here you will find all of my Henry Cavill works, arranged by character and type of work.

One-Shots

Forever And A Day - Explicit - Geralt x Black!OFC - Geralt and Lavinia share a passionate reunion.

Events

You're Mine | Geralt of Rivia + Female Reader + Daddy Kink + “Can you feel how much I want you?” + Darkfic (Sweet Treats Events 2024)

Series

Bright Like The Moon (ongoing)

Touch and Go (possibly ongoing)

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)

Requests

Get My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth - Explicit - Walter Marshall x Reader - You hate everything about Detective Walter Marshall. He feels the same about you. Now, kiss!

Challenges

Fifteen Minutes - Explicit - Walter Marshall x Unnamed Black!OFC - What Walter does with 15 minutes of his time.

Headcanons

Hobbies

Events

A Little Fresh Air | Walter Marshall + Female Reader + Public Sex + “Hmm, you’re not very patient, are you?” + Smut (Sweet Treats Event 2024)

One-Shots

Hold Me Til I Scream For Air To Breathe - Explicit - Sub!Clark Kent x Domme!Reader - Clark needs to give over to his submissive urges, specifically he yearns to be tied up and owned.

Some Things You Just Can’t Refuse - Explicit - Dom!Clark Kent x Sub!Reader - A collection of first times with Clark Kent, and one last time.

Don’t Kill My Vibe - Explicit - Clark Kent x BestFriend!Black!Fem!Reader - You help Clark ease the pain of his broken heart.

Requests

Happy Birthday, Cupcake - General - Clark Kent x PlusSize!Reader - Clark surprises you for your birthday.

Praise You - General - Clark Kent x Insecure PlusSize!Reader - Clark Kent loves everything about you, especially what you think are your flaws.

One-Shots

What Are You Doing, StepBro? - Explicit - Humphrey x Stepsister!Reader - You and Humphrey don’t have the best start, but before long you will reach an arrangement.

Requests

Doing Something Unholy - Explicit - Charles Brandon x Reader - This is a prompt fill for some teasing of Charles Brandon and then him taking over.

Series

Scrapbook (finished) - Side characters include Walter Marshall, Evan Marshall, Syverson, and Gus March-Phillipps

One-Shots

Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Make That Kitty Purr [Director’s Cut] {DARKER FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.

Series

Love, Napoleon (ongoing)

One-Shots

I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl - Explicit - Napoleon Solo x Reader - Napoleon wines and dines.

Series

Daddy Knows Best (possibly on hiatus)

One-Shots

Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Make That Kitty Purr [Director’s Cut] {DARKER FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.

Treat Me Like A Slut - Explicit - August Walker x Reader - August has had enough of your antics, and you’re going to pay for it.

Requests

Executive Temptation - Explicit - CEO!August Walker x Employee!Reader - You’ve caught the eye of CEO August Walker. What happens when he asks you to go to his private office?

One-Shots

Sometimes The Silence Guides A Mind - Explicit - Sherlock Holmes x Reader - As you were getting close to Sherlock, he stops visiting. You pop over to Baker Street and share an eye-opening moment.

Requests

The Paganini Problem - Mature - Sherlock Holmes x Wife!Reader - Being Sherlock’s wife proves to be difficult when a case stumps him.

Series

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)

Challenges

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out - Mature - Syverson x Reader - When an unexpected pregnancy rocks your already uncertain world, you decide the best option is to run. Apocalypse AU.

Requests

Shape-Up - Explicit - Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches) - Syverson and his girl, Peaches, try and trim his beard without causing a ruckus. Spoiler alert: they fail.

Drabbles

My Little Strawberry - Mature - Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches) - A follow-up to Shape Up. Sy has a conversation with his baby girl while she’s still in your stomach. 

Events

Say It Again | Captain Syverson + Female Reader + Phone Sex + “Hmm, you’re not very patient, are you?” + Smut (Sweet Treats Event 2024)

One-Shots

Nothing More Than An Animal - Explicit - Henry!Wolverine (Cavillrine) x Female!Reader - After entering a dangerous biker bar alone, you’re almost assaulted. You are saved by a mutant with metal claws who might be more animal than man.

Walter Marshall (Night Hunter)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Clark Kent (Man of Steel, BvS, Justice League)

Humphrey (Stardust)

Charles Brandon (The Tudors)

Mike (Hellraiser: Hellworld)

Napoleon Solo (The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)

August Walker (Mission: Impossible - Fallout)

Gus March-Phillips (The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare)

Will Shaw (The Cold Light of Day)

Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes films)

Captain Syverson (Sand Castle)

Evan Marshall (Blood Creek)

Melot (Tristan and Isolde)

Thomas Apreas (Hotel Laguna)

Chas Quilter (The Inspector Lyndley Mysteries)

Stephen Colley (I Capture the Castle)

Henry!Wolvie AKA The Cavillrine (Deadpool & Wolverine)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR HENRY

[holmesillustrations]

We've finally hit the last page of the bracket! Semifinals polls will be going live tomorrow (saturday)!

[viking-raider]

Happy Birthday to this Handsome Nerd!

I hope you have a good 41st birthday and that this new trip around the sun is marvelous! I can't wait to see what new movies and shows you appear in.

[no-side-us]

This is a pretty tangential connection, but hear me out.

This painting, 'The Ballad of Lenore,' is based on the poem of the same name by Gottfried August Bürger:

and in that poem is where the line "the dead travel fast" comes from that Jonathan references. But that's plenty well-known.

Less well-known is the fact this was painted by the French artist Émile Jean-Horace Vernet, or just Horace Vernet.

And that's interesting because Sherlock Holmes revealed in the story The Greek Interpreter that he himself is related to a French artist named Vernet:

"To some extent," he answered, thoughtfully. "My ancestors were country squires, who appear to have led much the same life as is natural to their class. But, none the less, my turn that way is in my veins, and may have come with my grandmother, who was the sister of Vernet, the French artist. Art in the blood is liable to take the strangest forms."

And it has been speculated that the Vernet in question here is in fact Horace Vernet, if not his father Carle Vernet, or grandfather Claude-Joseph Vernet, both of whom were also French artists and painters.

Regardless of which Vernet he's talking about, he's still related to all of them. So I just think it's a pretty neat (albeit very tangential) in-universe connection between Jonathan Harker and Sherlock Holmes, two characters from very famous stories in the same era.

What's less tangential though is that Bram Stoker and Arthur Conan Doyle knew each other in real life, and were well acquainted. Here is a letter Doyle sent Stoker about how much he enjoyed Dracula:

Transcription:

Claremont Eastbourne Aug 20/97 My dear Bram Stoker I am sure that you will not think it an impertinence if I write to tell you how very much I have enjoyed reading Dracula. I think it is the very best story of diablerie which I have read for many years. It is really wonderful how with so much exciting interest over so long a book there is never an anticlimax. It holds you from the very start and grows more and more engrossing until it is quite painfully vivid. The old Professor is most excellent and so are the two girls. I congratulate you with all my heart for having written so fine a book. With all kindest remembrances to Mrs Bram Stoker and yourself Yours very truly A Conan Doyle.

And here is a link to an interview (that's too long for me to put here) that Stoker did with Doyle about his life and upcoming marriage, which he attended. The website itself has a lot of interesting information, if anyone wants to poke around.

So yeah, a cool connection between two interesting people, both in the real world and the world of fiction.

[lainiespicewrites]

Coach Sy Part 5

I'm so sorry this took so long!!! Here it is! I feel like this is all over the place but I kind of just wanted to get a feel of them spending a day together. I love it. And I just wanted to give you guys something while I plan more of this out!! Enjoy.

Warnings: Cursing, Smut!! Oral,(f and M receiving), Mentions of sex

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“So are we gonna talk about that?” I asked, shyly. I was lying with my head on Sy’s shoulder absentmindedly drawing shapes on his chest with my fingertips. 

“Talk about what baby?” He met my gaze, raising an eyebrow. My throat went dry and I flushed trying to find the words to describe what just happened. 

“The way we… you were so…I liked it, a lot! But I’ve only ever read about it being like that, and It's so hot but I didn’t think that it was a natural thing and…No one’s ever been like that with me… God, I sound so stupid.” I groaned, pressing my body closer to his and hiding my face against his chest. Logan chuckled. He ran his fingers through my hair, tightening his grip at the back of my head and tugging softly, letting me know to look up at him. I bit my lip and sat up a little, lifting my eyes to meet his. 

“You’re so fuckin cute,” He leaned down and captured my lips in a gentle kiss. “I’m gonna need you to be a little more specific, baby girl,” He smirked. He knew I was embarrassed about saying it. 

“You’re so…in charge and dominant. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s not much different than when you’re coaching.  I just didn’t expect all of that. The spanking and dirty talk, the manhandling,” I blushed. 

“You like me throwing you around like that?” He went back to slowly dragging his fingertips up and down my spine.  I loved this feeling. He was so warm. And he felt safe. Even after how rough and aggressive he was, He was still loving and gentle and kind and caring. I’d never experienced that with anyone else. Like I knew he was going to take care of me. No matter what it takes. And I didn’t feel so shy anymore. 

“Yeah” I spoke finally, and  pressed my lips to his chest and left a trail of kisses up his neck. He groaned softly. “I liked it a lot.” I smirked when I met his eyes again. 

“What’s gotten into you little girl?” He purred, rolling me onto my back and pinning me to the bed. 

“You, Sy. I’m so stuck on you, I can’t figure out what we’re doing but I don’t want this to end.” He was straddling me now. He sat back on his knees and brushed my hair out of my face, giving me a big smile. 

“This is just the beginning baby, and if I’m being honest,” He paused, looking me over and letting his hand trail down my chest resting it on my hip. “I’m planning on forever baby, I’m not going anywhere.” He bit his lip meeting my eyes again. 

“How can you be so sure?” I asked, feeling my insecurities bubble up again. Logan sat for a second, still straddling me, trying to think. God he was trying to find a way to break it to me gently. Of course it was just pillow talk. Just something you say… He probably didn’t mean it and I was being so ridiculous. 

“Some people say when you know you know.” He explained simply. 

“We’ve only been on one date, Logan,” I chuckled. 

“You wanna know when I knew?” He asked, ignoring my last statement. I smiled softly and nodded. “My second  month teaching. I sent you an email, about a girl in my class I was concerned about. I had to be honest with you. I just wasn’t sure how to pick up on signs of mental health and eating disorders and all that. But I knew something wasn’t right. You remember that?” I nodded. I did. It was an everyday thing answering emails about students that teachers wanted to recommend I speak to or may need further help. So I didn’t think much of it. But he asked if he could come down and talk with me about what to look for as far as when they are troubled. Which was so unexpected. I’ve never forgotten it. 

“I knew that day. You cared so much. You were so detailed. But I really knew when we talked about your friends and people you knew. How personal it was to you. We talked so long I was late to practice.  I understood why you were doing your job. I admired you. But from that day on I wanted to know everything about you. I started finding excuses to drop in. Find reasons to see you. Have lunch with you. It took me over a year to get you where I wanted you baby. This isn’t gonna be some temporary thing.” I sniffled softly. I hadn’t realized I was tearing up. Sy leaned down to kiss me softly. 

“You’re not gonna get bored of me?” I asked. He laughed. Literally belly laughed. 

“What’s there to get bored of baby? I love learning about you, and doing things with you and just being with you. Hell no, I’m not gonna get bored of you, Darlin,” He smiled softly and shifted, holding himself up on his arms and kissing my jaw and down my neck.

“Promise?” I bit my lip softly. He looked up and met my gaze and captured my lips again. 

“I promise sugar. You’re the only woman I want, I know I’ve been laying it on kind of heavy but I just think it’s kinda silly to deny ourselves of something, we’re grown, I know how I feel about ya. I don’t need to waste any more time, sugar.” I kissed him again, holding his face as if in my hands. Smiling softly as I pulled away. 

“Sy, I..” I stared up at him but the words got caught in my throat. I felt it, at least I think I did. I just couldn't say it yet. He pressed his lips to my forehead. 

“I know, baby.” He said, then continued to kiss his way down my body. I felt his hands on my thighs as he pushed them apart. 

“Mm, sy, what are you doing?” I asked keeping my eyes on him. He started to kiss my thighs and the bruises he’d left on my hips. 

“You know what I’m doing baby,” He smirked, biting at the inside of my thigh. I arched my back, moaning softly. “Nope, never gonna get bored of that.” He pressed another kiss to my thigh before he pinned my hips down and attacked his lips to my clit licking and sucking relentlessly. 

“My God Sy!” I moaned pulling at the sheets beneath me as he continued his assault on my clit. He shifted lower licking past my folds pushing his tongue inside me lapping at my juices. “Fuck don’t stop!” I felt him grow against me sending vibrations through me bring me closer to the edge. He hooked his arms under my thighs dragging me closer, holding me against his mouth. I was completely at his mercy. I was shaking, and a complete mess as he fucked me with his tongue. I whimpered letting my head hit the pillow when I finally fell apart against his mouth. He drank in all my juices before pulling away with a smirk. He kisses back up my thighs and stomach and kissed my neck before he laid next to me again. 

“How the hell could I ever get bored of that?” He teased. I bit my lips softly trailing my hand down his chest. 

“Okay you’ve proved your point cowboy,” I pressed my palm flat against his stomach feeling  his muscles tense beneath my finger tips as I slowly dragged my hand further down. Logan grabbed my wrist and stopped me. I whined softly and lifted my eyes to meet his. He chuckled. 

“Easy sugar, I’ll gladly let you return the favor another time. But this was about you baby. It ain’t always gotta be 50/50 sometimes I just wanna please my girl.” He pulled me closer, sliding his hand over my hip to squeeze my ass. 

“But,” I started to protest. 

“Shhh  go to sleep, it’s 2 am baby, you need rest,” He smiled and kissed my head softly pulling my thigh over his waist as I laid my head on his chest. “Good girl,” He mumbled. As he rubbed my back softly. God this man was something else. I couldn’t wait to learn everything about him. 

I woke up to the feeling of a cold wet nose against my hand. And… was that a tongue? 

“Aika” I heard Sy call and then whistle, “Come here, leave her be.” The bed shifted as the dog jumped up laying at the end of the bed as Sy walked in the room. “Don’t be difficult.” He said to her, I tried to hide my giggle as he argued with the dog. Who sneezed at him and laid her head down  resting on the bed. “I heard that,” he smirked. I smiled and sat up stretching a bit. 

“Good morning handsome,” He watched me for a moment. Eyes scanning my body as I let the blanket fall to my waist. 

“Morning trouble,” He smiled leaning in the doorway. Standing there in a pair of black sweats, still shirtless, a cup of coffee in hand. He looked so good. I looked down at the beautiful German shepard laying at the end of the bed. 

“So this is the famous Aika,” I smiled and reached out my hand for her to sniff before scratching her ears. He nodded and walked over holding out the coffee for me to take. I accepted the mug and he smiled sitting beside me on the bed. 

“Yeah, looks like she likes you too. She ran right in here after I fed her, jumped right up next to ya on the bed. Where she knows she’s not supposed to be.” He looked at her sternly. She just stared at him and laid her head on his leg. He chuckled. 

“She’s a sweet girl,” I smiled. I took a sip of coffee and sighed content. I scooted closer, cuddling into his side. He grinned and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. 

“Did you sleep well?” He asked. I nodded resting my head on his shoulder. 

“Mhmm, did you?” I asked. 

“Like a baby,” He smirked. We sat like that for a minute. While I drank my coffee and woke up. Finally after a few minutes we got out of bed and he handed me one of his T-shirts to put on. 

“I have clothes Sy,” I giggled softly. 

“I know, I like it when you wear mine.” He pulled me in by my hips and kissed my forehead. I blushed softly. I slipped on his shirt that just barely fell to the top of my thighs. Logan smirked. “Yep, I like this better.” He said as he followed me out of his bedroom.

“You’re staring at my ass aren’t you?” I laughed. 

“Hell yeah!” He chuckled. We walked out to his kitchen. Sy poured me another cup of coffee and offered to make breakfast. I offered to help but he wouldn’t let me. The second I turned to grab something out of the fridge for him he grabbed me by the waist, lifted me up, and sat me on the counter. 

“Sy!” I pouted trying to hide my giggle. 

“Sit still and let me cook for you,” He scolded before he playfully smacked my thigh. 

“Yes, sir,” I mocked, rolling my eyes. He paused letting his eyes roam again, growling low in his chest. My thighs involuntarily clenched and he smirked. Finally he turned to get the eggs out of the fridge. I don’t know what it was about him. Why do we naturally fit so well? Or Why I trust him so much. Everything about him in moments like this feels so …primal. But At the same time he’s so gentle and intelligent and ..strong. So damn strong. Whatever was starting between us. It was like. Electricity. Or Magnetic. There was some kind of pull. I could sense whenever he was close to me. And it set my senses into overdrive. 

We ate breakfast, just some simple eggs, bacon and toast. Sy let Aika back out to run around the land. She has a doggy door and just comes and goes as she pleases. That makes perfect sense for them. Very low maintenance. Both of them come around to check on each other every now and then. It’s cute honestly. 

“I think I’m gonna shower,” I said when we’d finished breakfast and finished cleaning up the kitchen. I rested my hand on his chest and looked up at him, I could see the mischief in his eyes. 

“You want company?” he smiled softly. I chuckled. 

“Are you gonna behave yourself?” I raised an eyebrow. He just laughed and shook his head. 

“You know I’m not, Sugar.” I rolled my eyes. 

“Come on cowboy,”

As desperately as I wanted him I couldn’t handle anymore after last night. He made sure of it. I turned back just in time to catch his smirk when he saw the slight limp I was walking with. Sly bastard. But, him, I would gladly take care of.

I sank to my knees in front of him in the shower. He smiled down at me brushing my hair back. “You sure about this darlin?” He lifted my chin to look him in the eyes “I don’t wanna hurt ya.”  He said brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. 

“Mmhmm, you promised I could return the favor, and you had no problem being rough with me last night,” I smirked. He growled softly and grabbed my jaw 

“I can’t promise I can control myself baby, can you handle me fucking your little throat sugar?” He had no shame. He stared right and my eyes with that cocky smirk on his face. This man drips confidence. The things I’ve done with him in the last 2 weeks I never knew I would do. But I loved it.  I reached up wrapping my hand around him pumping slowly. He groaned resting his head against the tile. I licked up his length slowly before I took him completely in my mouth I held eye contact and answered him. 

“Don’t hold back, Daddy,” Before finally wrapping my lips around him and taking him all the way to the back of my throat. I started to bob my head slowly. I watched his face and saw something hungry flash in his eyes at my words. He tangled his fingers in my hair pulling it back away from my face and holding it in a ponytail. He started to guide me on his cock moving me faster and pushing himself further down the back of my throat. He moaned cursing, feeling me gag around his head. 

“That’s a good girl. Fuck you take it so well.” He moaned. I pulled back gasping for air. And smiled. 

“That all you got? “ The shower was hitting his chest and flowing down down his abs. He looked like a God from this angle. 

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” His eyes were soft as they held my gaze I gripped his and bit my lip. 

“I trust you Logan, “ That was all it took. He was guiding me back on to his cock and holding my head still. I twirled my tongue around the head and moaned around him and he pulled my hair softy. 

“Fuckin tease. Hold still darlin, Gonna fuck that pretty face.” I hummed sending vibrations around him and tugged at my hair harder. I met his eyes again and he smiled. “That’s my good girl, you like when you I take charge don’t ya?” He moaned and started thrusting into my mouth. His cock hitting the back of my throat everytime. I knew he was enjoying this. I slid my hands up to his stomach and felt his muscles tense under my fingers. He had his eyes closed his head tilted back agaisnt the shower wall and his jaw was slack. I loved making him feel good like this. He didn’t let me take care of him often. I moaned around him he pushed me down further holding me down taking him down my throat. I tried as hard as I could to swallow around him as he held me down. I felt tears stinging around my eyes as he let up and and I pulled back to take a breath coughing hard. “Fuck are you..?”

 I didn’t let him finish his sentence before I had him back in my mouth bobbing my head teasing him with my tongue. He groaned loudly tightening his grip in my hair. “That’s it baby don’t stop.”  He was close. He held me still again thrusting into my mouth erratically. He growled gritting his teeth. “Fuck yes,” he moaned as he released in my mouth. I swallowed it all licking him clean. He shuttered and shook his head with a chuckle before extending his hand to help me back to my feet. He held me close to his while he caught his breath. 

“Was that good?” I bit my looking down at the shower floor. He lifted my chin kissing me passionately. 

“Jesus, baby you are, full of surprises,” He smiled. “Fuckin Incredible.” 

We finished our shower and got dressed for the day. But we’ren’t in a hurry to go anywhere in particular. We stayed cuddled up on his couch all afternoon. Watching some old movies. We talked a bit about nothing in particular. Getting to know each other some more. Although it felt like we already did. This felt really normal. 

“Do you wanna take Aika for a walk with me?” He asked. I think it was almost 5 or 6 o’clock now. I nodded. 

“I’d love that,” I said. He called her in and got her on a leash and we set out down the road. 

“Can I be honest with ya?” He said as we started to walk. 

“Of course you can,” I smiled. 

“This has been one of the best days I’ve had in a long time.” He said. I stopped walking for a moment. 

“But we haven’t really, done anything.” I said. He smiled and took my hand in his and lead me to keep walking with him. 

“I know, but I got to spend good quality time with the woman I care about. That’s all I need.” He squeezed my hand softly. I met his eyes again. 

“I really enjoyed this too. I’m kind of sad that you’ll have to take me home sometime soon.” I admitted. 

“No I don’t,” He stated. “I don’t have anything going on this weekend. I ain’t in no hurry to get you out of here.” 

“No?” I asked “What are you trying to say Sy?” 

“Stay the rest of the weekend with me.” He smiled pulling me closer. I squeezed his hand blushing slightly. 

“Answer something for me first,” I said. 

“Anything,” He said. 

“Are we together now? Am I your girlfriend, I know it’s kind of fast we’ve only been on one date, but the way we’ve been talking. It just seemed like that’s what you’ve been trying to say and..” 

He kissed me softly on the lips. 

“Sugar, I thought I ….Maybe I wasn’t completely clear.” He chuckled. “I want you as long as you’ll have me baby. You’re mine. I wanna take you everywhere with me. Stay with me this weekend?” I smiled and nodded. 

“Yeah, I will” I smiled. He kissed me again and we continued our walk. Back at the house we settled in on the couch again. Cuddled up for another movie. “How are we gonna do this at work, Keep our hands to ourselves, behave?” I chuckled. 

“It’s not like people aren’t expecting it.” He laughed.  I raised an eyebrow. 

“Am I really the only one that didn’t know how you felt all this time?” I asked. 

“I mean… The boys know baby…” He chuckled. I groaned. 

“I’m sorry baby.” I blushed realizing what I said. 

“I’m not, I got you now. I’m not complaining.” We finished our movie and I stretched yawning.  “Tired?”  I nodded. “Come on sweet pea. Lets go to bed.”

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Part 30

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Part 29 🟣 Part 31

A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August, Sherlock, Charles, Melot and Napoleon

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

Warnings: ongoing vampire shenanigans

Word count: 4.2k

A/N: Some lore, some tension... We're lowkey bullying Charles, which is kinda nice I guess.

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“Sherlock?” You opened the door to his room quietly.

“He’s in the bathroom,” Mike said with a smile before waving goodbye and disappearing again. You still struggled to sense Sherlock, so you’d needed an escort to the room, which you hated.

“In here,” you heard as you walked a few steps into the room, closing the door behind you. “Feel free to come in.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. Without hesitation — fine, with little hesitation — you opened the door to the bathroom.

As you looked around, you couldn’t help but chuckle. Sherlock looked up from his book and cocked an eyebrow.

“Very… green?” you said hesitantly.

“I must admit that Priya got her hands on the remodeling plans.” Sherlock smiled. “She did a rather wonderful job, don’t you think?”

“It’s cozy,” you said as you took a hesitant step towards the corner, where Sherlock was reading in what seemed to be an uncharacteristically bubbly bathtub. Wait… He was no longer reading. The book he’d been holding when you came in was now on a side table by the tub. When did that… never mind.

“Would you care to join me?”

You carefully walked towards the bathtub, shedding your clothes as you went along. Sherlock kept his eyes on you the whole time — it felt strange. When you finally managed to bring your attention back to anything other than his staring, you noticed the sound of running water.

“It’s gone a bit cold,” he explained kindly. “I personally don’t care much, but I guessed you wouldn’t appreciate it.”

He offered you a hand as you stepped into the water, which was still a little cold for your taste. You shivered, causing Sherlock to chuckle. “Do our taps even manage the sort of temperature you deem comfortable?”

“Funny,” you said, rolling your eyes. “I’m so very sorry I don’t enjoy freezing to death.”

“That’s rather dramatic, darling, don’t you think?” He pulled you into his arms, guiding you to sit in his lap.

“Every day I spend here is full of new surprises,” you answered, thinking back to the conversation you’d had with Leon an hour or so prior to this moment. “I’m allowed to be a little dramatic.”

Sherlock pressed his lips to your temple. “Are you settling in at all?” he asked softly.

Were you? So far, you had been given a room you couldn’t bring yourself to look at, been informed you had some kind of talent for mind reading, were being ignored by a vampire you’d barely even spoken to — let alone had wronged in some way, as far as you were aware, learned to locate people — vampires, whatever. Did vampires count as people? — who weren’t near you, spent an evening getting mauled and double-teamed by two of your vampire lovers, been propositioned by an incubus you barely knew — and you hadn’t even rejected the proposal, and you had been more or less verbally attacked by a fourteen-hundred-year-old nineteen-year-old, without having a single clue as to why.

“It’s been… a whole ass week.” That was really all there was to say about it. Sherlock looked at you, seemingly not quite understanding your turn of phrase. “I mean it’s been a lot, and I’m overwhelmed by everything that’s happened.”

“That’s completely understandable,” Sherlock said as he gently stroked the side of your face. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

Honestly, him holding you like this was already helping, but if you trusted anyone in this house to have any good advice for you, it was Sherlock. So why not ask him? “Charles…”

He didn’t let you finish. “I’m aware of the hypocrisy of the statement, darling, but this is something you’ll want to discuss with him. I’ll tell you that August isn’t the reason he keeps his distance from you, if that brings you any comfort.”

It did. You had indeed been worried that this had something to do with the strained relationship between August and Charles, and it was good to know you weren’t somehow in the middle of that.

“Pardon my curiosity, darling,” Sherlock said suddenly, “but what did you answer to Napoleon’s proposition?”

“That I want to play it by ear a little, unless it’s the standard… more public stuff,” you answered. “Wait, does that mean he would feed when I kiss you, too?”

“It is my understanding that reciprocation is a key element in his kind’s feeding habits,” Sherlock recalled. “You should ask him about it. Regardless, he knows about my unwillingness as well as my inability to provide him with sustenance. I trust he wouldn’t cross that line, even if the opportunity presented itself.”

Hearing Sherlock say that he trusted Leon took away some of your worry — which was extremely helpful, considering all the other things you still had on your plate — so you continued to the next issue on the list.

“And what’s wrong with the Melot-shaped fourteen-hundred years’ worth of teen angst?”

Sherlock chuckled. “Ah. Melot wants to ask you a very simple question requiring a very complicated introduction.”

That was just about the world’s worst explanation of anything, ever. What the hell was he afraid of?

Sherlock shrugged when you asked him. “That you’ll see him the way the rest of the world does. He suffers from a rather rare and… limiting condition. There’s a reason he’s always lived here, with Charles, and you have the potential to offer him an escape. He suddenly sees a future for himself he never dared to dream of, but since everything revolves around… well, you, he doesn’t want to ask and run the risk of shattering those dreams.”

“Doesn’t he know what I’m going to answer, though?”

“It’s not that simple, darling,” Sherlock says. “His gift is particularly finicky. It depends on his relationship with the people involved in a situation, not to mention the freedom of choice — and that includes his own. Melot doesn’t think too highly of himself to begin with, but right now, his world has been turned upside down in so many ways… Not to mention he’s been starving for days. At best, he sees nothing at all. At worst, he sees every possible scenario. Including the ones he’s so afraid of.”

As far as you were concerned, this problem was too easily solved to let it simmer any longer. You tried to sit up, but Sherlock had his arms locked around you. “Let go of me,” you snapped unintentionally harshly. “I need to talk to him.”

Sherlock let go of you rather reluctantly. “No time like the present, I agree. Priya is taking a break…” He knew something you didn’t.

“What?”

“Walking in now would absolutely ensure that you get your explanation…” What the hell was that supposed to mean? You weren’t given much time to think about it, because Sherlock had already carried you out of the bathtub and wrapped you in a towel. It was big and soft, and under different circumstances, you wouldn’t have wanted to unwrap yourself from it ever again, but this had to be done. And it had to be done now.

With Sherlock’s help, you got dried and dressed quickly, and before you knew it, you were on your way to a part of the house you were fairly sure you hadn’t seen before.

Sherlock stopped in front of a beautiful French door. “I’m going to guess… Charles?”

“Of course,” Sherlock said, watching you as you admired the stained glass in the doors. “Ladies first.”

Because you hadn’t completely lost your dramatic inclinations yet, you opened both doors without knocking, and barged into the room — only to come to a halt three steps in, when your gaze fell on Charles and Melot.

Charles was lying on a blue velvet chaise longue, reading a book, while Melot was sitting in front of it, with Charles’ wrist in his mouth. He looked at you with wide eyes — Charles didn’t even look up from his book.

“I can’t believe you, of all people” — so vampires did qualify as people, then? — “would encourage this kind of rudeness, Sherlock,” he said indifferently as he skillfully turned a page of his book with just one hand. “Being the head of this household, miss, does not give one a free pass to storm into others’ private quarters, least of all mine.” He still didn’t look up from his book. “Perhaps” — he finally lifted his eyes off the page in front of him and trained his gaze on yours — “I would feel differently if I, too, could stick my cock in you whenever I pleased, but since that privilege does not befall me, and I suffer no such aspiration, either…”

“Allow me to ask you this as a friend, Charles,” Sherlock interrupted before you could think of a single word to say, “but I believe this hostility is neither proper nor warranted, and I would very much like you to restrain yourself immediately.”

By now, Melot had let go of Charles’ arm, but he remained balled up on the ground, his arms around his legs, pulling them into his chest, and his eyes fixed on his knees. Then, he was gone.

“Mel—” He was nowhere to be seen, of course.

“Tell me, Sherlock,” Charles said, sitting up on the edge of the chaise, “what was your plan? To prevent him from feeding? Because if so, bravo! Your efforts were incredibly successful!”

“I need to talk to him,” you whispered. You were having a hard time processing the scene you’d just disrupted. Not the disruption itself, no. That was completely understandable in every respect. But…

“You’re in luck. He’d only been feeding for seconds when you walked in, so he’s weak. And he’s not Mike, so he’s smart enough to realize he can’t leave the house like this,” Charles sneered. “I suggest you both go after him. Sherlock can fill in the gaps in the conversation, if necessary.”

Sherlock took you by the hand and the two of you hurried out of the room before Charles could say anything else.

“That did not go according to plan,” you sighed as you rushed down another, then another and then yet another hallway you didn’t recognize.

“It didn’t?” Sherlock noted plainly. You raised your eyebrows at him. “We get to speak to Melot in private, and you got to bother Charles. I consider that a win.”

You came to a halt in front of a plain wooden door — the same one as pretty much all the others in the house, but after Charles’ suite, it seemed extra simplistic. This time, Sherlock knocked.

“Go away.” You barely heard it.

“Not happening.” You tried the door, but it was locked. With a frown so deep that it physically hurt you, you turned to Sherlock. “Is that lock going to stop us?”

“I’m afraid so,” he replied calmly. “Things are… sturdier here than back at the apartment. Besides, he does have a right to privacy, so even if I were able to break down this door, I would not.”

“Melot, open the door,” you pleaded. “Please.”

A soft click, then nothing. When you tried the door again, it opened, but Melot was nowhere to be seen at first. Then, you caught a hint of those unruly black curls, behind the big canopy bed that took up less of the room than you felt it should have.

“Don’t come near me,” Melot warned as you walked around the bed. He was sitting on the ground, knees pulled against his chest and his head resting on them again.

You ignored him, closing the remaining space between the two of you with a few big steps until you sank to your knees beside him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He didn’t move a muscle. “Why is there a sad little ball of vampire on the floor?”

Melot scoffed, but he leaned his head to the side so you could rest your forehead against the back of his head. Sherlock was sitting by his other side now, his eyes dark and suspicious. As if he was waiting for something.

“Don’t let me,” Melot whispered to Sherlock. “You have to promise you’ll stop me if I lose it.”

“Melot, look at me,” Sherlock said, his voice strained as he fixed his gaze on Melot’s. “You won’t lose it.”

A sense of calm washed over Melot as soon as Sherlock finished the sentence, and he lifted his head, breathing in deeply. “I guess we might as well talk, then.”

“Don’t you want to feed first?” you asked without thinking too much about it. The offer had become second nature — maybe technically first nature — to you. “I know you haven’t asked, but I’m happy to offer. Why haven’t you asked? I mean… We both know I’d sooner punch Charles in the dick than let him feed on me, but you?”

“I know there’s at least one question you can’t wait to ask me, and we should absolutely get that out of the way before you make any kind of offer,” Melot said, a weak smile on his lips. “So, ask me.”

It wasn’t hard to figure out which question he meant, because only one leaped to the front of your mind immediately. “Why were you feeding on Charles, and not on Priya? That’s why she’s here, right?”

“It is why she’s here,” Melot answered quietly. “I’m…” His voice trailed off, and he looked at Sherlock helplessly.

“Just tell her, Melot,” Sherlock encouraged him.

“Contrary to you lot, I don’t bite,” you joked.

“Yet,” Melot blurted out. “Sorry.” One conversation at a time was plenty, as far as you were concerned. And you still weren’t ready to actually talk about… that. “I’m… eh… I’m not allowed to feed on humans. Why, you ask? Well…”

“Can you have this entire conversation by yourself?” you asked, laughing at the guilty look that appeared on Melot’s face.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I know better. I’m just tired and hungry…”

“Just show her, Melot. The sooner you get it out of the way, the better.” Sherlock put a hand on Melot’s back, which seemed to calm him down a bit.

“She’ll run,” he whispered.

“She won’t.”

He turned back to you with an apologetic smile that showed his fangs, and then he opened his mouth further.

“Whoa,” you blurted out in surprise when you saw not just the fangs you were used to, but… “Why do you have four?” Without thinking, you leaned in to take a closer look at the second set of fangs in his lower jaw, and before you knew it, Melot stared up at you in bewilderment when you stuck your fingers in his mouth.

“I told you she wouldn’t run,” Sherlock said with a smile. “Darling, can we get to the explanation first? You can continue your inspection later, if Melot is okay with that.”

You pulled your hands back and nodded, sitting back on your heels again as you waited for someone else to say something to make sense of all of this.

“I have them… because I’m old, I guess?” Melot said carefully. “Every predator needs a toolkit, and those fangs are part of mine.” He shrugged.

“And because you have those, you aren’t allowed to feed on humans?” you guessed.

“It’s not so much having them,” Melot explained. “Sherlock and Charles have them, too. But—”

“You do?” You looked at Sherlock, utterly shocked, and you involuntarily dropped your eyes to his mouth. He smiled, and you focused on his lower jaw, where… Yep… He had them too! “How? What? You…”

“Melot is what we refer to in our branch of biology as an ancient vampire — Mike and Marshall would be considered modern vampires, while me and Charles are medieval vampires. August and Napoleon are both hybrid species, and the thought of having to classify either of them specifically gives me a headache, so…” Sherlock stopped speaking when Melot cleared his throat. “My apologies. Charles and I have control over those teeth. Furthermore, they don’t… work, so to speak. It is our understanding, generally, that by the start of the eighth century, virtually no ancient vampires were… let’s say ‘born’, to keep things simple.”

“I really got the short end of the stick,” Melot muttered. “Not that they didn’t come in handy all the way in the beginning…”

“Yeah, what do they do?” you wondered out loud.

“They, eh… They inject a pretty powerful paralytic,” Melot said, fixing his gaze on his knees again. “Which gave us the option to avoid killing… prey, by incapacitating them for days, until it was safe to feed again. I—”

“You don’t have to talk about that,” you said as you turned Melot’s head back to yours and looked in his eyes. He looked so guilty…

“The summary of the situation is that we can’t very well put a part of our feeders in hospital for days at a time,” Sherlock explained. “And, well… I’d say we haven’t been able to synthesize an antidote, but the sad reality is that efforts in that area have been extremely limited. I have tried, but so few ancient vampires remain nowadays — that we know of, at least — that chances of getting a project like that approved, let alone funded, is an absolute nightmare.”

“But… you can feed on my kind?” you asked carefully.

“The paralytic doesn’t work on you,” Melot said softly. “So, yes.”

You’d never felt more like designated vampire food than in that moment. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love every bit of it.

All three of you looked up when someone knocked on the door. It was Charles, who barely waited for anyone to speak up before walking in. “I don’t mean to interrupt, but Priya doesn’t have all day. Are you in, or out?”

“Out,” you said before Melot could answer.

“Are you sure?” he whispered, and you answered with a stern nod. Melot’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. It was adorable — not unlike Mike, if you had to be honest. He looked at Sherlock, then at you, and he went back and forth between the two of you for a few seconds. “So, how… I’m a little rusty on human feeding protocols, sorry.”

Sherlock opened his mouth to say something, but you stopped him. “I’m sure we can figure something out,” you said calmly, hoping Sherlock would pick up on your hint to… get lost, effectively.

Luckily, he did, which left you and Melot alone in the room.

“There’s no need to be scared,” you said, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

“It feels so much more intimate than what I’m used to,” he admitted.

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. “I kinda hope so,” you said with a smile. “At the very least, it has the potential to be more intimate.” You got up and reached out a hand. “Come on.”

The two of you sat on the edge of the bed together. Melot was still trying very hard to avoid looking at you.

“What do you want to do?” you asked after a while.

“That’s not a great question to ask a person who is currently fighting every predatory instinct in his arsenal,” he said, smiling widely at you. “You smell so good…”

“Mike mentioned something about following the teeth,” you remembered. “Is that really a thing?”

“Yeah,” he answered. “And right now they’re pretty much screaming at me to — literally — go straight for the jugular.”

“So, do it.”

“What?” He finally looked you straight in the eye, his eyes wide with shock. You couldn’t keep your eyes off his teeth, though, as you wondered what it would feel like if he sank them into your neck.

“Those instincts exist for a reason, right?” you asked. “And it’s not like you’re going to kill me — at least I hope the teeth know that wouldn’t be a smart thing to do…”

Of course you completely missed the moment he moved, only registering that you had moved — or been moved — when your back hit the mattress and Melot was on top of you, straddling your hips. His bite was more painful than those of the others — not surprising, given the fact that you were dealing with twice the usual number of teeth — but the pain faded fast to make room for the familiar sense of complete and utter bliss.

Melot was rough with you at first, for about thirty seconds, and then everything about him relaxed. Before you knew it, he pulled back and looked at you. “Do you want me to hurry?”

“Honestly? I want you to never have to hurry again,” you whispered softly.

He pulled you along to the top of the mattress, where you fell into the comfortable pile of pillows. Why did he have so many pillows?

“Don’t say a word, I like pillows,” he said when he saw the way you looked around.

“Who doesn’t?” Mike was suddenly right next to you, lounging on the bed. “August needs a headcount for dinner.” You both said you’d join, and Mike disappeared again — but not without a wink and a very suggestive ‘have fun’.

“He’s such a jerk,” Melot groaned with a wide grin on his face.

You shrugged. “Mostly just an idiot. I can’t believe I’m asking this — no, actually I totally can… Can you please get over here and bite me?”

He didn’t need to be asked twice, and the second bite felt even better than the first one had. This time, Melot really took his time, taking a long drink while he moaned softly against your skin.

“You taste so good,” he muttered. There was a sadness to his voice, and when he pulled away further to look at you, there were tears in his eyes. “Forgive me.” He smiled through his tears. “Do you want me to stop?”

“I want you to keep the amount of holes in my neck to a minimum,” you said, chuckling softly.

Melot’s smile turned into a grin as he took your hand and guided it to your neck. Where you should have been able to feel at least four, and at most eight wounds, you felt… none.

“How?”

“Allow me,” he said, lifting your wrist to his mouth and looking at you, silently awaiting permission.

One nod later, he sank his teeth into your arm, pulling away immediately after. Then, slender fingers wrapped around your wrist, covering the wounds, and when Melot took his hand away…

“This explains nothing,” you said, breathlessly examining your arm.

“Seducing her with a party trick… not cool, man.” Mike had returned, and he was sitting at the foot of the bed, watching you and Melot. “Although she really doesn’t need much seducing, do you, Sweetcheeks?”

Fucking Mike…

“Did you come here to get us for dinner?” Melot snarled. “Because if not, I suggest you leave.”

“I came here to watch you enjoy your first human meal in centuries,” Mike said with a grin. “This attempt to impress her with your hidden talents is a nice bonus, though. Kind of desperate and unnecessary, but cute.”

In a split second, he was up against the wall, Melot keeping him there as he snarled at him ferociously.

“Ooh, I forgot about the insane protective instinct in the beginning.” Mike was still grinning. “Get a handle on yourself, Melmel, I'm not going to touch her.”

Melot’s grip seemed to relax a bit, but not enough to let Mike go.

“It’s okay, Melot,” you said as gently as you could manage despite your annoyance at Mike’s predictable yet unexpected idiocy. “Come back here and tell me how the hell you fixed those bites.”

Mel came back, but he didn’t speak — not to you, at least. “Mike just get in here with us,” he sighed. He waited until Mike was curled around you from behind to continue.  “I’m a healer. It’s a rarer gift, especially today, I—”

“Ancient vampires are, like, super overpowered—” You kicked Mike in the shins.

Melot chuckled. “He’s not wrong,” he said, shrugging. “And I’d be lying if I said it never came in handy. I probably could have trained it to be ten times stronger than it is today, but during most of the middle ages it was risky enough to heal a cut, let alone more… I’ve had more exorcisms performed on me than I care to remember” — he chuckled — “I'm sure Sherlock can say the same.”

“It’s way cooler than my gift though,” Mike said, sulking away behind you.

“You don’t even have your second gift yet,” Melot replied. “You’re just a baby.”

A flash of Mike zoomed over your body and before you knew it, he had Melot pinned to the mattress with his hands over his head. “Don’t call me that,” he said, a wide grin slowly spreading across his face. You watched the strange scene with wide eyes. There was something about the way their noses almost touched. Melot’s lower lip trembled slightly — Mike would no doubt pick up on that effortlessly.

Mike’s lips moved, but no sound came out. Judging from the way Melot’s eyes went wide, though, he definitely said something. But what?

“Mike, get lost!”

He was by the door in an instant. “Mel, whatever you do… Don’t run. It’s not worth it.”

[ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist]

🌸Elle the Space Unicorn's Masterlist🌸

Reader inserts will have no descriptors, OFCs will be black and plus-sized(unless otherwise stated). I love being able to give girls/femmes who look like me the chance to romance some of their faves.

🌸Bless my muse...🌸

I love to write fanfiction. Right now, my main muse is Henry Cavill. But I also like some Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters (see actor masterlists to know who I will write for - send prompts or requests to @ellethespaceunicorn HERE).

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Masterlist is under the Cut... ...now sorted by actor!!

Sweet Treats Event 2024 Masterlist

Henry Cavill Masterlist

Chris Evans Masterlist

Sebastian Stan Masterlist

An Angel Without Wings - Explicit - Frank Castle x Unnamed!Black!OFC - When she needs him to take control, he’s there for her.

Let me know if you wanna be added and for what plz, so far only these categories 😁 Let me know if you ever want to be removed!

General Fanfiction (Everything)

Henry Character Fanfiction

Chris Character Fanfiction

August Walker

Bright Like The Moon

Love, Napoleon!

Daddy Knows Best

Don't Take My Sunshine Away

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest

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[littlefreya]

Hi Freya, do you have any sneaky public sex fics?🙈

Let's say you came to the right place because I have a BUNCH of these. Enjoy :)

List of my stories depicting public sex

Risky - Henry x Reader - Henry makes you cookwarm him during a public event. 

It can’t wait - Henry Cavill x Reader (Smut, semi-public rough sex, MaleDom) Dirty rough elevator sex with Henry

Plot Twist - Henry Cavill x Reader - You are a co star acting alongside when you get into a tricky situation 

Plot twist part 2 - Henry Cavill x Reader - Henry and you hated one another since the day you started working together. However, things took an awkward turn after an embarrassing incident on set.  

Dirty Henry - Henry x Reader - A picnic in the rural forest turns into a steamy game of profanities as Henry decides to demonstrate how he would persuade you to be his.

Good Girl - Henry x OFC Henry is at the gym testing the new Glute Drive while his longing wife drops by to visit and decides to play a little wicked game of teasing.

Ordinary Day - Henry x Reader - Things get frisky during wine and pasta.

Cowboys from Hell -  August Walker x Female Reader - You enjoy a rock concert, fixating on the drummer when someone in the crowd decides to use you first…

(more under the cut)

Pretty when you Cry - Henry x OFC ( MaleDom, oral, breeding) Henry can be overprotective and asked his lady several times not to do her own dangerous stunts while filming. But she chooses to defy him and that’s gonna cost her.

Putting up a Show - Henry x OFC (Smut, public fucking) Awards shows are always a bore and Henry is always touchy-feely with his girl.

Elevator Ride - August Walker x Reader (grinding, public fingerfucking, exhibitionism, depictions of sex, orgasm denial.) Riding the elevator with Agent August Walker, you believe he would never dare try anything with all these people around, but oh, darling, you could never be so wrong. 

Bad Reputation - Henry x OFC (Slight SubMale / DomFem then a lot of DomMale / SubFem, dry humping, thigh riding, cock teasing, dangerous driving, fingering, dirty talk, daddy kink, slight size kink, unprotected sex and bodily fluids! )   Henry and his girl can’t get enough from one another. They keep finding themselves in rather sticky and lusty situations while other actors are present around them

Late Hours - August Walker x Reader ( Passion, romance, sexual innuendo, mention of fingering, a “thrill of the chase”, teasing, indecent work relationship, grinding, exhibitionism, possessive behaviour, jealousy. ) After a small lustful rendezvous in the elevator where August had his fingers where they shouldn’t be he is now ignoring you and you are not having any of it. 

Hood Ornaments - August x Reader ( unprotected public sex, rough, maleDom/femSub, hair pulling, anal play, creampie, depiction of bodily fluids, profanities, praising and degradation, glove fetishism, exhibition) August fucks you at the parking lot while wearing leather glove 

Feral Collision - Coach!Syverson x Reader (Smut, inappropriate relationship, fingering, choking, unprotected sex, creampie.)      After quitting the military, Captain Syverson began working at your university as the coach of the football team. You hardly ever crossed path with him, until an err in time set your on a collision course. 

Feral Collision Part Two - Coach!Syverson x Reader (smut, age-gap - reader is over 18, inappropriate relationship, maleDom, manhandling, jealousy, possessive behaviour, public outdoor sex, oral sex (female receiving), some denial, unprotected sex, hyperspermia (I went there), creampie, loads of dirty talk, mentions of alcohol.)  You vowed this could never happen, but the Coach won’t leave your mind. There’s only one way to get rid of an itch…

Cockwarming Sherlock at the Park - Sherlock x Reader (Smut, cockwarming) Sherlock was leaning against the thick tree bark, calmly reading a book. The air smelled fresh with grass, damp moss and that animalistic musk that was him, the civilised beast. 

Carriage Ride - Sherlock x Reader (Smut, oral sex - man receiving, mentions of spanking. )   Giving Sherlock a blow job during a carriage ride. 

[viking-raider]

All the options I could put up xD

You inspired this @littlefreya

[livesinfantasyland]

Moodboards & Gifs Masterlist

Henry Cavill

Date night

Argylle premier

Date in Italy

The one where you meet Henry Cavill and Chris Evans

Henry in his sluty era

Tea date

Happy Birthday Henry!

Romantic Getaway

Haldi Ceremony

Mehndi Ceremony

Sangeet Night

The wedding

Geralt of Rivia

Geralt encounters a mysterious creature

Aretuza ball

Cozy day

Bathing with the Witcher

King Geralt x Queen Reader

The Witcher meets Gladiator

Sherlock Holmes

Colonial era lovers (1)

Colonial era lovers (2)

Peacock encounter

Veena and violin

Beauty and the beast

Love blooms in Heeramandi

Victorian Era Ball

Napoleon Solo

Two skillful thieves

August Walker

The one where he falls for someone he can't have

Part-2 of "The one where he falls for someone he can't have"

Moulin Rouge but with August Walker

Blood Empire - inspired by The Witchersmistress

Captain Syverson

Dating Sy

Charles Brandon

King Charles x Queen Reader

King Charles x Twaif (Courtesan) Reader

Walter Marshall

Journalist reader

Drunk reader

Robert Pattinson

Batman x Reader

Clark Kent/ August Walker/ Charles Brandon

The one where the wife is a serial killer

Gus March Phillips

Gus March Phillips x Spy Reader

Dividers by @saradika

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Gifs

Henry Cavill - Muscle Tech

Napoleon Solo - Pretty Boy

Geralt of Rivia - Naked and sweaty.

Henry Cavill - Immortals interview

Henry Cavill - Argylle Press Junket

Geralt of Rivia - With his clothes on this time

The Witcher Press -1

The Witcher Press -2

The Cavillrine