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ellethespaceunicorn · 1 year ago

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Love, Napoleon!: Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Sweet Desserts and Sweeter Kisses

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Black!OFC

Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

Word Count: 1.9K

Series Summary: Love letters can only do so much, sometimes you need a grand romantic gesture. This is the love story of Napoleon “Leon” Solo and Roberta “Bobbie” Collins.

Chapter Summary: Bobbie and Leon entertain Gaby and Illya.

Warnings: p-in-v sex, creampie, fluff

A/N: Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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“Leon! It’s been six months. You are now legally obligated to introduce me to your friends.” Bobbie moves around the kitchen, checking on various dishes on the stove and in the oven.

“Gaby is beside herself to meet you,” Leon acknowledges from his post, leaning in the doorway to the quaint kitchenette.

“Well, see? Gaby is excited, so why aren’t you?” She challenges, pulling out a baking dish from the oven and setting it on the counter.

“It’s not Gaby that I’m worried about. She’s a sweetheart once you get past the tough exterior. But Illya? Tough is all he knows. I can’t exactly blame him,” he says, looking over to where Bobbie picked her head up and looked at him for more information. “And I can’t exactly tell you why that is. Sorry, love.”

“Right, right. Need-to-know basis. But not to worry; I’ve got a secret weapon for Illya. I made a dish specifically for him. And if I know anything, it’s the way to a man’s heart, and that is through his stomach. So, even though this is nerve-wracking as all get out, I think he’s going to at least tolerate it,” she huffs, balling up a dishtowel before tossing it on the counter.

Napoleon walks up behind Bobbie and wraps his arms around her, his head resting on her shoulder as he pulls her into him. “You know, I am so proud of you for putting all this together for my friends. You’ve done so much to make everything perfect, and I think you deserve a little treat of your own.”

“What are you-” Bobbie starts, only to be cut off by the shock of Napoleon’s hand smoothing down her sweater-covered breast and further down over her corduroy knee-length skirt. When it disappears under the fabric, she squirms. “Leon, they’re gonna be here any minute!”

“Well then, I’d better make this fast,” he whispers. Walking backward, Napoleon rests his hips against the counter behind him. Holding Bobbie against himself with one hand across her middle and one in her panties, he continues toying with her swelling clit until her legs buckle. “There she is, so close already.”

“Leon…please,” she trails off, her wringing hands at her sides. She knows if she reaches for his hand, he will stop. Throwing her head back against his chest, she looks up into his face and witnesses how much he truly enjoys having this power over her. That doesn’t stop her from pleading with her big brown eyes.

“Oh, you know exactly what that look does to me,” he growls, leaning down to capture her lips with his own. His hand that was around her middle comes up to cradle her face, his thumb caressing her cheek as she stands on her tiptoes to deepen the kiss. Breaking the kiss, Napoleon turns them around to face the counter, pulling Bobbie’s skirt up and her panties down. “That kiss of yours is going to be the death of me.”

He has his pants unzipped, his cock pulled out, and inside of her in record time. He knew he wouldn’t last long, not that it mattered. His main goal is to get her off so her mind clears. He moves his hips back before slamming them back in, and she is already putty in his hands.

Within minutes, he has Bobbie on the brink of her orgasm. He’s holding her there, his hands on her hips, as he maintains a punishing pace. With every thrust, he pushes her closer to the edge, only to catch her before she can fall. Only when he’s ready will he allow her to come crashing down.

Judging by the footfalls and the sound of the front door of the apartment building closing, he doesn’t have much time. Luckily, he knows how to play her body. His right hand finds her puffy clit while his left hand migrates to her throat.

Whispering into her ear, “Come for me, pretty girl. Let go and show me you can follow directions like I know you can.”

As if by a magical spell, her walls clamped down around him. He had every intention of fucking her through her orgasm; he really did. But the grip her pussy had on his cock was enough to send him right over the horizon with her. His hips are still as he empties inside her, all while still managing to hold up both of their bodies.

Extricating himself from her hold, Napoleon squats down to pull Bobbie’s underwear back up her legs and rights her skirt again before fixing his clothing.

“I am going to be thinking about my cum leaking out of you all night long,” he sighs, kissing her forehead when she turns around to face him.

Just as she opens her mouth, three sharp knocks sound on the door to her apartment. They fuss over each other for a moment, making sure it doesn’t look like they were just having sex. Once done, they go to the door to greet their guests.

Bobbie swings the door open, greeting the couple in her apartment. “Gaby, Illya. I’m Roberta, but you can call me Bobbie. So nice to finally meet you. I was starting to believe you might be a figment of Leon’s imagination.” She takes their coats, and Napoleon gets drinks ready for them.

“I hope Leon’s imagination flattered me, at least,” Gaby laughs, sipping her dirty martini and winking at Napoleon.

“I only told her the good stuff,” Napoleon replies, bringing a Sazerac to Bobbie and a Manhattan for Illya.

Illya nods to Napoleon, smiles at Bobbie, and remains silent.

Bobbie ushers everyone to the dining table before she starts to bring out dish after dish of foods that are almost too beautiful to eat. Leaving dessert as a surprise, she comes back to the table, and everyone starts to serve themselves. As the first bites are taken, compliments are given to the chef.

“Bobbie, this is delectable,” Gaby hums, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Darling, you have outdone yourself,” Napoleon praises.

“Thank you. I’m so glad you like everything. I’ll be honest, I was nervous that I was going to burn something or undercook something. I was a wreck,” Bobbie giggles, looking over the faces of her boyfriend and her guests. “Eat up; I have a treat for dessert, and I hope you all like it.”

Illya eats in relative silence, not one emotion gracing his face. Bobbie has been secretly staring at him for most of dinner. When the meal is complete, Gaby volunteers to clear the plates away, and the women retreat to the kitchen. While they are out of earshot, Napoleon turns on the record player, and the smooth sounds of Peggy Lee’s Fever fill the air.

“Peril, what game are you playing at?” Napoleon cuts to the chase, motioning for Illya to sit on the couch with him.

“It’s been a long time since I had dinner with a civilian. My social skills may not be the best. If I don’t say anything, I won’t accidentally-”

“Have a good time?” Napoleon supplies, cutting off Illya.

Illya rolls his eyes. “I’m not afraid to have a good time. I'm worried about getting close to new people. I don’t know how to be a civilian. I’m an agent,” he says, crossing his arms.

“She’s not going to say anything, so I will. You’re on the verge of being rude. So, do yourself a favor and speak to my lovely before she thinks you don’t like her; that’s if she doesn’t already think that,” Napoleon huffs, tilting his head at Illya.

The girls come out of the kitchen with dessert already plated with a big scoop of vanilla ice cream. Gaby places two plates on the coffee table while Bobbie serves Napoleon and Illya. Noticing the look of surprise on Illya’s face, Bobbie thinks the worst.

“Is there something wrong?” she supposes.

“Not at all. I haven’t had sharlotka since I was a little boy. My mother used to let me help make it for special occasions,” he marvels, taking a bite and closing his eyes before nodding and saying, “This is perfect. So was dinner. I apologize for my earlier silence; please don’t think I am dissatisfied with you.”

“Don’t worry about it. I figured you would be the hard sell. Luckily, I had the idea for the sharlotka and knew if anything, you’d at least be impressed by me,” Bobbie jokes, taking a bite of the dish. “Oh wow, you weren’t kidding. That is going in the recipe book, for sure.”

“I’ll have to get that recipe from you. I think you’ve made Illya’s new favorite,” Gaby chuckles, smiling at her husband when a blush creeps up on his face.

When dessert is done, the couples talk for a while over coffee before Illya notices Gaby nuzzling into his side and suggests that they end the night’s fun. By this time, Napoleon is already a pillow for Bobbie as she leans into him from her spot on the couch.

Napoleon picks up Bobbie’s head from his lap, depositing it on the couch after he gets up, not wanting to wake her up just yet. He walks Gaby and Illya to the door, saying goodbye on behalf of himself and Bobbie and promising to tell her that they enjoyed themselves.

Closing the door behind them, he walks over to the couch, where a tired Bobbie is now hanging halfway off the couch. He knows today was a struggle for her; planning an entire dinner and entertaining is no short order. He is so proud of her, not just for today but in general. He thinks the world of her, and nothing could change his mind.

Picking up her limp body from the couch, he takes her into the bedroom and lays her down. He removes her shoes and his own before climbing into bed next to her. He laughs when she cuddles into him and wraps an arm and leg around him possessively. He plants a kiss on her forehead and is met with a mumble from Bobbie.

“What was that, little one?” He presses, cradling her sleepy face in his hand, unsure of what he heard.

“I said I love you, Leon,” she confesses, ducking her head and looking up at him.

Napoleon breaks out into a grin and leans down to kiss Bobbie, only to stop at the last second before their lips touch. Looking into her eyes, he says, “I love you too, Bobbie.”

Bobbie melts in his arms. She knows how Napoleon dotes on her and spoils her. But this love confession of his means the world to her. She also knows that she has loved him for some time now, but the timing was never right to tell him.

Until tonight, this moment could not happen. Napoleon knew that if she didn’t get along with his fellow agents, it would be quite tricky. But watching her win over Gaby so easily and Illya so charmingly cements in his mind that she is worth every ounce of his love.

Of course, if you ask him, he’s loved her since their first kiss. If he’s honest with himself, he still feels butterflies when her lips touch his.

Chapter 5 (TBD)

A/N: This story is far from over. OMG, I missed my babies so much.

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ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist · 2 years ago

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Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Black!OFC

Series Summary: Love letters can only do so much, sometimes you need a grand romantic gesture. This is the love story of Napoleon “Leon” Solo and Roberta “Bobbie” Collins.

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Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 (TBD)

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 2 years ago

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Part 18 - Leon

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Part 17 -- Part 19

Pairing: Napoleon x ofc

Summary: The guys throw a New Years Eve party at 179th Crescent Street...

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, oral (m receiving), drug use (alcohol, weed), minor violence (someone gets punched).

Word count: 3.8k

A/N: Alright! Here we finally go! These chapters have been in the making for just over 3 months, and I sincerely hope they live up to expectations. I've written these from the 1st person perspective of the boys. It's a little experiment, and it was tougher than I initially thought it would be.

For those who don't know what the plan is: There will be a NYE chapter for each of the guys. That means I wrote the same party 8 times - which is why it took so long: the details had to align... I hope you guys enjoy ^^

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I look around the room, where we’ve pretty much managed to get everything set up for the party tonight. I say ‘we’, but I’m fairly sure I’d get my ass kicked by everyone in the entire house if I ever dare say that out loud - so I don’t.

“Where have you been?” Sy asks as he closes the door behind him. I reach into my pocket right when Mike comes into the kitchen to see me toss the bag of weed on the kitchen table.

“Internet is up again,” he says. One look at the table has him grinning widely. “Nice.”

“I knew there was a reason we kept him around.” Charles appears next to me and slams a fist into Mike’s shoulder.

“Yeah, it would be so awful if you couldn’t watch porn for one night.” Charles elbows me in the arm because I laugh at what Dani said, but I can’t help it: she’s funny. And she’s good for Mikey.

“I don’t think I’ll be needing any tonight,” Charles replies dryly. He’s not even smug about it, and with good reason, but he can’t resist adding a very inappropriate wink at Dani.

“Think you can still get laid with a broken nose and a black eye, Brandon?” It’s not that Mike is threatening, per se, but he can throw a punch and he’s fast. It’s no wonder Charles backs down.

I would say it’s a miracle Charles has never been punched in the face for getting a little too friendly with one of our roommates’ girlfriends, but I’d be lying. He has in fact been punched in the face for exactly that. Repeatedly. By Geralt, of all people, so quite frankly, it’s surprising he still has a face. And all of that was after a very firm knee to the nuts from Solveig herself. Good times. Well, for us… I doubt Charles looks back on the events as fondly as we do. I turn my attention back to the goings on in the kitchen. They’re going to accuse me of not doing much, which wouldn’t be factually incorrect, per se, but since I’m paying for most of this nonsense, I figure I have a right to sit back a little. Whatever I’m not putting up, is sponsored by Charles. We don’t exactly know how rich his family is, but his father owns the house we all live in. Despite that fact, I tend to think of it as my house at least a little bit - and I know Charles agrees. It’s me and August who run this place, with Charles being more of a silent benefactor.

“Where’s Sherlock,” I ask when I notice he’s the only one who isn’t here.

“In his room,” Mike replies, “he wouldn’t last five minutes tonight if he had to deal with all of this, too.” He’s probably right, and I’d hate for our little brother - he’s too rational to hate it when we say it, but we know he doesn’t exactly like it - to miss the party, so I say nothing and help them set up the last few things to get ready for tonight.

I look in Charles’ direction a few times, but he’s too busy eye-fucking every woman in the room to notice. Even though I’m well aware of his reputation, I can’t stop myself from wondering how the hell he does this; The living room and kitchen are filled with people, most of whom I’ve never even seen, let alone spoken to. Charles was right when he said he wouldn’t need porn tonight; girls are flirting with him from every corner of the room. Of course I’m equally as lucky, but my attention goes to two ladies who just walked through the door, guided by Danielle. She introduces them to Mike, and then points out the others one by one.

“And that’s Napoleon,” she finally says when she gets to me, which I take as my cue to walk over.

“Leon!” Danielle greets me happily. “Let me introduce you to my roommates!” Her roommates, huh?

“This is Sloane and-” I stop her before she gets to her other friend.

“Ariel Ryker.” The Art History bachelor is roughly as popular as you’d expect: not at all - which is why I recognize this girl. I wouldn’t want to be dramatic by calling her ‘the bane of my existence’, but whatever counts as the non-dramatized version of that would be a perfect description.

“You two know each other?”

“Napoleon is the number two of our class,” Ariel says sweetly, flashing me a pearly white smile that makes my cock twitch for some reason that’s completely beyond me.

“Who’s the first?” Alright, so Sloane either isn’t very bright, or she likes to stir things up - and from the challenging grin on her face, I’m guessing it’s the latter.

“That would be her.” I’m hoping I manage to keep my voice polite even though the sight of her makes my blood boil. “For now.”

“Oh, and how do you plan to change that, Solo?” Her tone is annoyingly challenging and I would love to wipe that smug smile off her face.

“You’re not far ahead of me,” I say nonchalantly - I hope.

“But ahead of you nonetheless,” she says in an almost condescending tone.

I spend the next hours of the party in several heated discussions with her, among which a particularly feisty one about gothic architecture - which is unfortunate for me because architecture is far from my favorite subject within my degree - and I can’t help but notice how pretty she is, even when she is telling me off. Maybe especially when she is telling me off.

“Alright, I give up, Ryker,” I finally say, “do you want another drink?” I gesture to her empty glass and offer to refill it for her. A flash of doubt crosses her face while she contemplates whether or not she trusts me enough to let me get her a drink. Apparently, she does. It would have offended me, if it weren’t for the fact that I am very aware that men are - largely - trash, and even though some women indubitably consider me and Charles to be pretty much the bottom of the barrel, neither of us would ever resort to drugs to get a woman into bed. Of course, neither of us need to, but even if we did… Never.

“I think it’s time to get the fuck out of here.” That is definitely Charles, and everything surrounding that sentence sounds like a commotion of the violent kind. My suspicions are confirmed when I step back into the living room, where Mike has his arm wrapped around a very upset-looking Dani, and Charles stares at a guy I vaguely recognized as a member of the soccer team, who is holding his nose and making a break for the door.

“Are you alright, Dani?” Charles asks while rubbing his knuckles as inconspicuously as he possibly can. I hand the glass of wine that is intended for Ariel to her and raise my eyebrows.

“What happened?” The room is still a little quiet after this little… kerfuffle.

“Alright, folks, nothin’ to see here, back to your business,” Sy’s voice carries through the room with ease. Anyone would think twice to ignore what he is saying. For some reason, if Sy tells you to do something, you do it.

“Tony - the guy Charles punched - was getting handsy with Dani, she told him to stop, he didn’t, Charles saw, warned him - twice - and then when he still didn’t stop…”

“Where was Mike?”

“Rolling a joint, not paying attention.” Ariel scoffs and takes a big sip of her wine.

“He’s a good guy, Ariel,” I say, knowing exactly what that scoff means. Mike isn’t a bad kid, he’s just easily distracted, which Ariel would know if she’d spent more than five seconds with him, but she clearly hasn’t.

“We only met him today,” she tells me, “they’ve only been going out for… what? Two weeks?” Something like that, I confirm, I’m not exactly clear on every detail, either. Not that I care - a lot.

The clock inches closer and closer to midnight and Ariel and I spend that time bickering some more about art. Painting this time, which puts me in a much more favorable position than that lovely talk on architecture did. Now, I know Ariel Ryker is good at what she does, and she’s not one to let herself get trapped, which means that if I manage to do it, it’s going to be because she lets me - and it looks like she will let me, because she makes a mistake. The timing is absolutely perfect; we’re interrupted by the countdown and just as everyone scrambles to stick his or her tongue down someone else's throat when the clock strikes twelve, I turn to her.

“I’d kiss you if I weren’t so appalled at what you just said,” I say with a soft chuckle and watch her as she raises her eyebrows at me.

“And what did I just say that has you so appalled?” I repeat her words and she scoffs as if she fully believes she’s right.

“There’s a paper on my desk that proves you wrong,” I say. My eyes are definitely more hopeful than they should be, but who can blame me? If she takes this, I’m in.

“Show me,” she says. There’s a challenge in her eyes, and all I can think is: bingo.

We’re barely even through the door of my room or my lips are on hers and her hands are tangled into my hair. She’s a good kisser; fierce, not too sloppy. I run my tongue along her bottom lip, vaguely remembering that she was wearing lipstick when we came in, but that’s definitely already ruined. We make it to my bed without any problems, and she pushes me down.

“Easy,” I warn her. I’m not one to complain about a woman in charge, but she’ll have to earn it. She falls on top of me and crushes her lips back against mine. Her moans are loud - who am I kidding? So are mine - and every time I hear the sound, my cock twitches in my pants. She’s grinding on me, which definitely doesn’t make it better. Her hands work on the buttons of my shirt, and as looks at me while she sits up to give herself more space to undo them, she laughs.

“Your lipstick is absolutely everywhere, isn’t it?” I ask, and she nods and giggles. “Well it’s all over your face, too.” I take off my shirt while I talk; it’s a rather expensive one I’d hate to see ruined. When it’s on the floor, I give her a look, telling her it’s her turn, and she seems happy to oblige. Her fingers work deliberately slowly as she keeps grinding on my cock while taking her blouse off. It looks like she’s particularly fond of the sounds I’m making, I notice, and her own moans follow mine. I dig my fingers into her thighs and pull her tighter against me, mimicking the movements of her hips with my own.

Shortly after she kisses me again, I leave her mouth alone and focus my attention on her neck while slipping the shiny satiny material - polyester, sadly - of her blouse off her shoulders. For a moment, I pause to take in the underwear she has on.

“Just take it off,” she growls as she licks a path along my jaw to my ear. My chuckle turns into a grunt when she takes my earlobe into her mouth and sucks on it softy. It’s definitely a weak spot of mine, and I can’t express how glad I am she found it. My whole body reacts when she drags her nails down my sides and back up again, and the soft chuckle she lets out directly in my ear makes me harder than I ever even thought possible.

“What if I want to take a good look?”

“Take a good look at my tits, instead,” she says. It’s definitely an attitude I’ve never come across before. I’ve been told to slow down often enough, and I've been accused of being an insensitive asshole for going too fast more times than I can count, but a girl actively encouraging me to hurry up… Honestly, I should probably find it incredibly hot, but I’m mildly insulted, instead.

And then, as a gorgeous woman tries to get me out of the rest of my clothes, I hear myself say the words I never thought I’d say in my entire life: “Can you slow down for a second?”

I don’t know who Ariel Ryker thinks she is, but she’s messing with my head, and that’s something I’d very much like her to stop doing.

“No way,” she says, “you’re the guy who everyone always says is up for anything.” Well, ‘everyone’ isn’t wrong - usually.

“Yeah, well…” I probably should have thought about how that sentence was going to end before I started it, but I didn’t, and now we’re here. Ariel is still grinding on my lap, which makes it impossible to think, let alone talk my way out of this. The only thing I can think of is ‘I swear this never happens’, and I hate how exceptionally true it is.

“Cat’s got your tongue, Solo?” I swear to god I want to answer her, but the words are just gone. For fuck’s sake, if I don’t get laid tonight, I don’t know who I’m blaming, but it sure as hell isn’t going to be me!

“Do I make you nervous?” What? No! Obviously not! This time, my face gives away what my mouth won’t say out loud, and it makes her laugh. The sound is fantastic, for whatever backwards reason, and I can’t help but moan when I hear it. She leans over to kiss me again, and I feel like I’m frozen in place. Her lips leave mine and travel all over my chest with newfound patience, moving further down until she’s forced to get off my thighs. I growl appreciatively when she reconvenes on the floor; it’s an absolute treat to see her on her knees in front of me. It’s basic biology; men love gorgeous women on their knees. Especially when they’re covered in lipstick and clearly planning on wiping whatever is left on their faces off on your cock. Again: I’m not complaining - though my ego is pretty bruised from giving in to her so easily.

It’s quickly forgotten when she runs her hands over my crotch, and a little bit of that bruise on my pride heals when she gasps and loses a bit of her patience again. She makes quick work of the button and zipper of my pants. Her hands are small, I notice, and I chuckle softly. Small hands are a godsend. They make my dick look bigger. Not that I need it, but it’s still nice. I clench my jaw involuntarily when she wraps her hand around my shaft - not completely; she can’t make it, which makes me grin.

“Intimidated?” That I can say? The stupidest goddamn… oh well, it’s out now. She gets up and kisses me again.

“If you want me to suck you off at all, you’re probably better off keeping your mouth shut, Leon,” she says. She’s clearly amused, which means I didn’t screw up completely.

I know I’m thinking something around the time she wraps her lips around my cock, but I couldn’t tell you what it is if my life depended on it. Her mouth is wet and warm and she knows exactly what she’s doing. I somehow manage to figure out that she has her tongue pierced, and she’s more than aware of how to use that to her advantage. It’s only a matter of time before I lose control of my voice.

When the first moan slips out, I know it’s over. Best to just give in to it now, so I can actually enjoy what she’s doing. We’re talking seconds before I’m a growling, swearing mess in her hands - well, mouth, technically - which she clearly seems to enjoy quite a lot, judging from her own moaning. Her tongue, her hands; everything feels incredible, and I’m lost in the sensations like never before. This may very well be the best blowjob I’ve ever gotten.

“Oh, really?” Fuck. Apparently I said that out loud. It’s too bad that it makes her stop, other than that, I don’t think I have much of a problem with her knowing.

“Yeah, you’re a minute away from finishing me off, actually,” I say, stifling a moan when she gives me the biggest, most innocent eyes I’ve ever seen. “Half, if you keep looking at me like that.”

“Let’s not,” she says as she gets back to her feet and pulls me into another kiss. I sit on the edge of my bed and allow my hands to wander her body, pulling her close so I can finally take off that bra she’s been wanting me to take off for a while now. Her boobs were already spilling out of it, but now that it’s gone… They’re amazing. As a matter of fact, I’ve never come across a pair that wasn’t - and believe me when I say I’ve searched far and wide. She moans when I roll one of her nipples between my fingers while my mouth takes care of the other one. Her nails dig into my shoulders. It doesn’t hurt and she lets go pretty quickly - a shame on both counts, really. I take it as my cue to pull her back onto the bed, and take charge of this situation again.

When I try to go slow, she tells me to get to it again, and I look at her as I take her other breast into my mouth and slowly circle her nipple with my tongue. I take a moment to enjoy this, watch her reaction, play with her, and then I slowly start making my way down her body, only to be completely taken by surprise when she stops me.

“Leon, just… Just fuck me,” she says. I don’t get it. I’ve had women beg me to eat them out, but I can’t recall one ever asking me not to…

“Please?” I can’t believe I just asked that - especially with that uncharacteristically confused tone to my voice. It’s pathetic.

“Are you seriously asking if you can go down on me?” And now she’s mocking me?

“Yes.” I’m not about to lie. Something’s going on and I’m going to find out what. If she just wanted to remain in control, she could have allowed me to continue after I’d pretty much begged her to let me taste her.

“I’d rather you didn’t,” she says. All of a sudden, she sounds shy. This calls for a different approach.

I move to actually get my head on a pillow and hold my hand out by means of an invitation. She joins me - hesitantly, but still - and I wrap my arms around her.

“A, you don’t like the way it feels. B, no guy has ever made it feel good. C, someone told you once that your pussy looks weird and now you’re not letting anyone down there in case he was right. Am I getting at anything here?” I can be blunt if I have to, it’s just that I prefer not to be. In this case, I don’t think subtlety is going to get me anywhere, so the Walker-approach it is…

“I hate you,” she says, “but C is pretty dead on, actually.” I should have known I wasn’t going to feel triumphant about getting that right, but I hadn’t expected to feel this bad for her, either. As always, though, I think I have a solution…

“Blindfold me,”

“What?”

“You heard me,” I say plainly. From the way she looks at me, I can tell she isn’t quite getting how much I’m not messing with her right now.

“You’d do that?” She scoffs as she says it, which makes me raise my eyebrows.

“Why not? Wouldn’t be the first time.” Judging by the look on her face, she’s definitely considering it.

“Make it a new year’s resolution,” I say, “start the new year off good.”

“You really like going down on girls, don’t you?” I do, but I also have a near pathological need to help women overcome insecurities. It’s an ego thing - I have in the past tried to convince August and Charles it wasn’t. That didn’t work, and that’s probably because they were right, and it absolutely is. Of course, I’m not going to tell her that, so I just nod.

“What I think,” she says, and I immediately realize my mistake, “is that you have a pathological need to help women overcome insecurities because it’s a way for you to feel good about yourself.”

At this point, it’s fair to say that Ariel is annoying the everloving fuck out of me.

“What I think,” I throw back at her, “is that you have a pathological need to be right and to do everything on your own that’s actually getting in the way of feeling good about yourself. But I’ll cut my losses.”

“Good, are we finally going to do what we came here to do?” The way she says it honestly has me starting to think I made a huge mistake hooking up with her. Not that I can think of anyone else I’d rather be with - which is unusual, I’ll admit.

“Christ on a bike! Do you have somewhere else to be?” Ariel goes quiet; she clearly wasn’t expecting my question. I put a hand on her cheek and am about to pull her into another kiss when we’re disturbed by… a disturbance in the hallway. I’m far too curious to not check on that, so I quickly get dressed and head for the door to take a look.

“What’s going on out there?” Ariel says as she fastens the buttons of her blouse. I’m surprised she asks: she had to have heard some of it. Including Marshall telling me there was nothing to worry about, and to go back inside. It didn’t seem like he had a handle on the situation, but there was no need for me to get in the middle of that.

“Nothing important,” I say. And then it really registers what she’s doing. Is she serious? “You’re leaving?”

“Yeah,” she says with a sigh, “this was a mistake.” I mean, I can’t deny that, but I was still intent on actually making that mistake. Something about the way she looks at me tells me she doesn’t actually want to leave, but she actually walks out the door, and I’m left standing there alone and confused. Very, very confused.

#henrycavill fanfic #henry cavill characters #napoleon solo #napoleon solo x OFC #napoleon solo smut #napoleon solo fanfic #179 crescent street #179CS #henry cavill smut #179cs18

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ellethespaceunicorn · 2 years ago

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Holy...sweet baby Jesus!

*presses thighs together*

Yeah, this? Very hot. Like the perfect temperature. I loved it so much.

🛁 - A nice, relaxing bath

Leon looks tense...

Napoleon Solo x OFC Amina Ahmadi

warnings: fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p-i-v sex (it's the 60s, guys, we're smarter now, right?)

word count: 1,7k

A/N: Nina, thank you for this ask. It made me really nervous at first because Napoleon and me, we haven't been talking before. But damn, that was a pleasure to write. I had so much fun. Hope you like what I made out of it.

Anahita is the Persian goddess of water, fertility and healing

summary: After a hard job in Isfahan, Napoleon tries to lose some tension in the hamam of his client, the Shah

Moodboard

dividers by @firefly-graphics

Napoleon carefully brushed his shirt over his bruised shoulder. The last 24 hours were filled with a little too much action for his taste. He preferred jobs that required his skills of persuasion and trickery. But when it needed to be done, he wasn’t shy of using his muscles like he did last night, even if it meant that he couldn’t enjoy his last day in Isfahan to the extent he had planned. In no way was he capable of taking care of Amina in the way he had intended to.

A deep groan escaped his mouth through gritted teeth as he started to undo his pants. His ribs burnt in his chest with every of his movements.

But as his suit pants dropped to the floor, the most difficult part was done. He slipped on the silk bath robe that was given to him at the reception and made his way to the entrance of the antique bath house. Leon had gladly accepted the invitation of the Shah to his private bath. He knew to appreciate the luxuries that his job brought with it.

As the minutes passed by in the heat of the steam bath, Napoleon felt how his muscles began to relax, the tension evaporating from his body with every drop of sweat that ran down his chest.

The bright sound of a bell signaled him to move to the heated marble table. Napoleon carefully dropped on the warm stone and lay on his stomach, not fighting the moan, as he felt the pain running through his chest.

A pair of warm hands settled on his shoulders. “Mr. Solo, I am delighted to hear such sounds coming from your lips, but I didn’t expect to hear them before I even lay my hands on you.” The voice was soft and seductive.

Napoleon jerked in surprise, only realizing by then that he shouldn’t move so briskly. His head turned, but he couldn’t see more than some caramel toned hips leaning against his side.

“Amina?” he asked, although he already knew it was her sweet voice. The hands on his back slowly ran up and down his spine with just the right amount of pressure.

“Sh, Leon, we better not be talking too much. This is not exactly a situation we both want to be found in. Just lay down and let me take care of you.”

Napoleon wasn’t used to being in the position of accepting care instead of giving. He was used to being in charge. But after all what happened in the last few days, it felt incredibly good to give up on taking responsibilities for once. And so, he just lay there and savored the touch of his Persian rose.

Soon, he felt not only her soft hands on him, there were her plush lips pressing against his neck, and the mounds of her breasts ever so slowly brushed over his back as she reached for his arms, her pebbled buds teasing him. Now, this was enough for Leon to take. He was happy to risk being found in this very inappropriate situation when it meant being able to feel this gorgeous woman.

Carefully resting his weight on his elbow, he turned and wrapped his other arm in a smooth motion around Amina’s waist, pulling her close to his chest. The scent of jasmine filled his nose.

He pressed his lips on hers, and she opened them for him, letting him explore her mouth and taste her. After a teasing bite on her lower lip, he pulled away, only far enough to be able to speak.

“Tell me, ātashé del-am*, do you want me to take you here on this stone or where do you want me to take you?” His hot breath grazed over her humid jaw as he mouthed his words. Amina broke away from his embrace with a smile playing around her lips.

“We might enjoy the warmth of the thermal spring, my dear,” she hummed and held out her hand for him to take.

As he wasn’t able to move fast, Leon took advantage of his slow way of moving by admiring her divine body from head to toe. He walked behind her, and watching her derrière swaying from side to side as she guided him to the steaming pool, he felt his cock twitching in anticipation.

*) Farsi for “fire of my heart”, often used to call a lover

Amina let Napoleon take the lead as he stepped down int the hot water. He sat down on the tiled bench and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as the warmth settled around his body. Amina followed him and straddled his thick thighs. She devoured his lips once more, feeling how Napoleon got more demanding, more impatient with every second that they spent kissing.

His hands dropped below the surface, one settling on her firm breast, rolling her nipple between his digits, the other one heading deeper, finding its way between her legs. His fingers, skilled to move perfectly, feeling every variance, soon had Amina squirming over him. He alternated between teasing her swollen clit and working her open with two of his fingers, curling inside her to find her sweetest spot. Finally, he felt her tightening around his fingers as she came. Her breath was shaky, and she bit on her lip to suppress the treacherous moans.

When she was coming back from her high, she took him in her small hands and stroked him. Napoleon gasped as he finally felt the friction he graved so much. Amina raised her hips and positioned him. And then she sank down slowly on him until he was sheathed completely between her velvet walls.

She started moving in a slow rhythm, rolling her hips up and down on him. Napoleon reveled in the sight in front of him. Amina’s bosom sank into the water just to rise out of it again, droplets running down her soft, dark skin. He couldn’t keep his mouth any longer from her. His lips were roaming over her neck, her shoulders, her collarbones, just every inch of skin that he was able to reach.

Feeling him so deep inside her, Amina lost all her self-control. Her pace got faster, harder. As she felt the tension building in her core, ready to bring her over the edge any moment, she desperately grabbed his shoulder.

The grunt that came deep from Leon’s chest was not one of the lewd sounds head been voicing until now, it was a sound of discomfort and pain. Amina immediately recoiled, her eyes shooting up to Napoleon’s face. But the pained expression was already gone. Leon smiled at her apologetically.

“Don’t hold back, dear. I can take it.” Without waiting for an answer, his hands were on Amina’s hips, and he pulled her close to him. After taking a deep breath, he stood up, wrapping her legs around his waist and placed the surprised woman on the edge of the pool. This time he bit back the groan that wanted to escape his lips as his ribs burnt in his chest.

His hands pushed at her knees to make her open her legs for him. Napoleon knelt on the bench and his hands and lips slowly proceeded their ascent along her calves, her knees and her inner thighs.

Amina quivered in anticipation as his head disappeared between her legs. But Leon didn’t grant her wish to feel his mouth on her just yet. Instead, he just stopped and stared in wonder.

“Just look how beautiful you are, ātashé del-am. Opening up for me, sharing your most precious part with me. Thank you, my dear.” And then he started to devour her, diving into her core like a starving man. His tongue lapped through her folds and teased her pearl.

When at first Amina yearned for his fingers to join, she soon lost every ability to think at all, just feeling how Napoleon brought her to her next climax just with his mouth.

Panting heavily, she felt how Leon left his place between her thighs after a few more lazy licks over her drenched pussy. He stepped out of the pool and knelt down between her still spread legs.

“I want you on your knees, my love.” Leon sounded pained, but determined. And Amina couldn’t think of anything else she wanted more than to be taken by him right here and now on the stone floor. She went on all fours, raising her buttocks invitingly for him.

Leon took the invitation and was behind her in an instant.

His hands guided her to lift her bottom even further while arching her back down onto the bed. He let his fingers run over her bare cheeks, squeezing her flesh tight. Amina bit on her lower lip, aching for him to take her.

“Mm, this is a glorious sight!” Leon cooed. Amina turned her head to look back at him, to see his eyes were dark and full of desire. Napoleon slowly let his fingers run through her folds, playing with her arousal while he was stroking himself.

Finally, she felt the tip of his cock between her folds again. Amina cried out as he buried himself deep inside of her. Every bit of caution they both had not to get caught was gone by now. They couldn’t keep quiet any longer.

Napoleon grabbed Amina’s hip, sinking his blunt nails into her skin. His thrusts were hard and fast, finally searching his own release

He moaned with every thrust now and Amina reacted to his sounds with pure lust. She moved her hips in the same rhythm as him, trying to feel him as deep as possible.

Amina felt another orgasm build up and begged Leon to take her harder. He obeyed, giving all he had to give, not even noticing his broken ribs any longer.

When her walls clenched around his cock, Leon lost his rhythm and rutted into her desperately. Finally, his body tensed, he shuddered and then Amina felt him spilling his seed into her. After another few slow thrusts he collapsed next to her. His chest was heaving while he was trying to catch his breath.

Amina pressed a small kiss on his shoulder. “Mr. Solo, I hope you are satisfied with our service?” she whispered with a smile on her lips.

Napoleon chuckled softly. “I am very pleased and would be delighted if I could take advantage of your endeavors at my suite tonight once more, Miss Ahmadi.

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#napoleon solo #yenn answers #my writing #napoleon solo fanfic #napoloeon solo x ofc #anahita #fic rec

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justabigoldnerd · 3 months ago

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Folks and Comrades!! I present to you covers I made for each of the works submitted for the "The Man From U.N.C.L.E. Gift Exchange 2024"!!!

I did this of my own accord, anyone who wants to repost theirs is more than welcome to, I hope you guys enjoy, love you all!!!

"When The Winds Begin To Sing"

By JustABigOldNerd on Ao3 (Me)

"Living with a Lingering Soul"

By phoenix_fire34 on Ao3 ( @mybelovedillya )

"Habituation"

By Saathi1013 on Ao3 ( @saathi1013 )

"find me inside myself"

By sunsetdawn20 on Ao3 (if anyone knows their Tumblr, if they have one, please let me know!)

"care-worn"

By takingoffmyshoes on Ao3 ( @takingoffmyshoes )

"Everyone Hides (Some of the Time)"

By chamel on Ao3 ( @cha-melodius )

"the investigators from U.N.C.L.E."

By escapismandsharpobjects on Ao3 ( @set-phasers-to-whump )

"Purim Night"

By Griselda_Gimpel on Ao3 ( @griseldagimpel )

"Life Debt"

By Elisexyz on Ao3 ( @heytheredeann )

"We made universes out of bitten lips and broken hands"

By Elisexyz on Ao3 ( @heytheredeann )

Because Tumblr only allows 10 images, the last three will be in the next post!!!

#tmfu #the man from uncle #tmfu movie #illya kuryakin #napoleon solo #gaby teller #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #fic cover #tmfu winter gift exchange 2024

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wetpussyju1ce · 4 months ago

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asks are okay. requests are okay too. but it doesn't mean I'll fulfill them all. if I'm not comfortable with a request I'll delete it.

unanswered asks: 1 (updated: 21/02/2025)

this is an +18 side-blog. mdni

credit to @/anitalenia & @/dollywons for the dividers 🩷

Masterlist

Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy):

how to get jax teller wrapped around your finger 101

praise kink

bubble bath

ask: toxic ex bf/toxic babydaddy jax teller

ask: toxic ex babydaddy jax teller

ask: gemma finding the perfect young doll for jax

gift: jax's young doll gets pregnant

coconut & Tangerines | moodboard

ask: x fem!curvy reader smut

Raymond Smith (The Gentlemen 2019):

"cool & collected" Ray

losing your voice

Mr. & Mrs. Smith

Mr. & Mrs. Smith pt. 2

König (Call of Duty):

the smallest Omega in town takes on the biggest Alpha

gift: big alpha König & tiny omega reader are the cutest pair

11 inches (awkward Alpha!König x Omega!fem reader)

John Price (Call of Duty):

bear!John Price x Scrawny Wolf!fem reader

how bear!John fell in love with scrawny werewolf!fem reader

retired!Price and the ghost girl living in his sea side cottage.

Negan Smith (The Walking Dead):

negan takes care of his girl during her periods

undercover secret agents negan x fem!reader

Miguel O'Hara | Spiderman 2099 (Across The Spiderverse):

Fuck buddies

Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin/Gaby Teller (The Man From U.N.C.L.E 2015):

Cinnamon, Chocolate & Mint

Jack Mercer (Four Brothers 2005):

I scream, you scream, gimme that ice cream!

music gf

but baby, I want you

#intro #masterlist #pinned intro #jax teller #raymond smith #könig #john price #negan smith #miguel o'hara #jack mercer #tmfu 2015 #napoleon solo #illya kuryakin #gaby teller #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader

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mybelovedillya · 3 months ago

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Seven Sentence Sunday

Thank you @justabigoldnerd and @prettyboynapoleonsolo for the tags!!

I finally remembered to do one of these lol. Anyways, I've been poking away at an origin story for a Napollya AU I share with Ely (lovingly named Murder Boyfriends), and here is what I've got:

As he listens to the oldest man’s response, the younger man waves to a chair and says, “Sit, we’ll be here awhile.” Illya hums hesitantly. He glances at the chair and bristles at the thought of sliding in among a group that is not his, that he does not belong to; lodging himself where he does not belong is why he’s here, trapped in Italy at the mercy of these strangers with barely passable faked papers in his bag. In the end, he does not bite. He simply stands, lurking and waiting for the air to settle before he crawls over to the chair. The younger glances between him and the man speaking, and when it finally becomes apparent Illya is steadfast in his decision, he pays the eldest man his full attention. Something deep in Illya’s chest cracks at that, at his easy abandonment, but Illya reminds himself and his shaking hands (that he pulls up into crossed arms to hide the weakness) that they are nothing to each other.

No Pressure Tags: @pippinoftheshire @too-young-to-fall-in-love @fandom-meet-fanthem @heytheredeann @set-phasers-to-whump @falling-into-peril @huggiebird and anyone else who was not tagged (my mind is a sieve so sorry if I forgot you) but would like to take part! I only ask you tag so I can keep an eye on what you’re working on :)

#illya kuryakin #napoleon solo #(take a guess who the younger man is lol)#my fanfic

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myfatherswatch · 8 months ago

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Fandom: The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015)

Relationship: Illya Kuryakin/Napoleon Solo

Additional Tags: POV Outsider , 5+1 Things , the world is hard but Waverly is soft

Summary:

Alexander Waverly is beginning to suspect that his two best agents are getting along better than they let on. He does not get paid enough to deal with this.

#the man from uncle #tmfu 2015 #napollya #illya kuryakin #napoleon solo #i haven't posted fanfic since livejournal #so have some outsider POV fluff #courtesy of my brainrot #tmfu movie #my fic

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ellethespaceunicorn · 2 years ago

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Love, Napoleon!: Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Don’t Talk, Just Hold Me Closer

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Black!OFC

Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

Word Count: 1.5K

Series Summary: Love letters can only do so much, sometimes you need a grand romantic gesture. This is the love story of Napoleon “Leon” Solo and Roberta “Bobbie” Collins.

Chapter Summary: Bobbie allows Leon in, and Leon tests the waters with a little experiment.

Warnings: smut, Daddy kink - not DDlg(I think), pet names (Daddy, little one, angel), male!Dom/female!sub, dacryphilia, slight dumbification, humiliation/degradation (slut is used lovingly), spit kink, non-barrier contraception, unprotected p-in-v sex, fluffy pillow talk

A/N: I'm a bit nervous to post this chapter, but this was my plan all along...to get kinky. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics (envelope), @saradika (hearts)

Support/Reblog banner by me

Cover Art by me

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The kiss he missed so deeply was back in his clutches. The taste of her was like ambrosia, food of the gods. He could and planned to get lost in this kiss over and over. He takes a moment to lean back, licking his lips and cradling her face in his hand. “Shall we move this elsewhere?”

“Bedroom, Leon.” Bobbie pleads, tightening her legs around him before leaning back in to kiss him.

Devouring her moans, he moved slowly through the apartment in the direction of her bedroom. Finding the door open, he enters and closes the door behind them.

Leon spins and holds Bobbie up against her bedroom door. Her fingers are tangled in his now messy curls and his hands are exploring underneath her skirt. Their kissing is a mix of lips, tongues, and teeth. Leon swallows her little moans, pressing himself into her embrace. He just doesn’t feel close enough. He wants to be inside her so badly.

He pulls back to rest his forehead against hers, and the whine she lets out is too precious. He chuckles lowly and places a kiss on the tip of her nose.

“Easy there, Sweetness. I’m not going anywhere. I’m just thinking,” He starts to grind his stiffening erection into her clothed core, “Thinking whether I wanna try something with you.”

“I wanna try it.” Her impulsivity got the better of her.

“How about some roleplay? You’re gonna be my little one,” He caresses her cheek, “And I’ll be Daddy. Is that okay?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She says, biting her lip and focusing her pleading eyes on him.

Using one arm to hold Bobbie, Leon uses the other to unbutton his pants and slowly and carefully pull the zipper down. She reaches down to stroke his uncut length, marveling at how warm and thick his dick is. For a moment, she wonders if she will be able to accommodate his girth.

That thought quickly is out of her mind as she feels him working his hand inside her panties. One finger and then two are sliding into her tight heat. They both continue to play with each other until their breathing picks up.

Leon turns them around and deposits Bobbie onto the bed, climbing in after her. “As much as I would love to fuck into you while standing, I need to make sure I don’t pass out from the pleasure of sliding into your pretty pussy for the first time, little one.”

Pulling off her panties, he slides between her legs and lets his cock lay heavy on her mound. Leaning forward on one arm at the side of her head, he grips the base of his cock and teases the head through her folds.

“Do we need protection? I would love to feel you, skin on skin.”

“I’m on the pill. I wanna feel you too, Daddy.”

At her mewling, he slides in slow and true. He sits inside her for a moment allowing her to get used to the stretch and himself to calm his heightened state of arousal.

He maintains eye contact with her and she whines, moving her hips to try and get friction. He has a smirk on his face as he watches her fuck herself shallowly on his dick.

“Put your ankles on my shoulders, little one.”

The answering whimper sent shivers down his spine. He then helped her fold in half, holding her there, their hips flush against one another.

Still, he only would grind his pelvis into her, not moving in and out yet. That evil smirk on his face as he stares her down, obviously waiting for something. Raising his eyebrows, his face turns into one of expectation.

“Um…please?” Her hands clutch at his biceps as he looks down at her.

“Please…,” Leon adjusted his hips to pull out slightly then freezes, “What’s my name, little one?”

“Daddy! Please fuck me, Daddy!” The whimpers soon turn to sobs as tears fall down her face with the shock of his first thrust.

“Mmmm, that’s my good girl, taking Daddy’s cock so well,” He begins an even pace, leaning down to kiss away her tears and praise her, “Fuck. So fucking tight and hot around me.”

Changing his angle slightly, he began massaging her inner bundle of nerves. Noticing how her sobs were getting louder and her breathing was becoming erratic, he doubled down on his assault on her pussy.

“I want you to play with your clit, little one. Come on Daddy’s cock. Stop fighting it, stop thinking. Daddy will do all the thinking for you. Don’t worry that empty little head.”

Bobbie’s hand sped up on her clit and soon enough, her walls were fluttering around Leon’s length. Her sugary sweet moans were music to his ears as he fucked her through her orgasm.

“Such a good girl for me. Doing just what you’re told. Perfect little angel,” Moving to sit on his heels, he let his hands roam over her body. Rubbing her belly, pinching and teasing her nipples, his hand continued to rise up her body, “May Daddy wrap his hand around your throat?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She’s nodding and reaching for his hand to put it on her neck.

“Look who’s eager to be Daddy’s little slut. Is there anything you won’t do for Daddy?”

“Anything for Daddy,” Her dreamy voice left her mouth as he tightened his hand.

“That’s right, my little slut. You’ll take anything that Daddy gives you right?” He releases his grip and she breathes in deeply.

“Yes, Daddy,” Catching her breath, she looks up at him with soft umber eyes.

“Open your mouth, little one.” He gathers the saliva in his mouth and spits it into her awaiting mouth, “That’s my good girl, swallowing it down. Daddy is so close, little one. Where do you want my cum?”

“Inside me, Daddy. Please fill me up?” She made sure to poke out her bottom lip in a pout that went straight to his dick.

“Oh, little one, I would love to fill you up with my cum. Are you ready for me?”

All she can do is nod as he fucks into her. She feels him continually burying himself inside her so deeply. His pulsing cock empties inside her while he latches onto her mouth in a feverish kiss. His warm, heavy load shot into waiting walls.

She swallows the grunts and groans he unleashes. She moves her ankles off his shoulders and wraps them around his waist. Pushing back some wet curls from his forehead, she broke the kiss to catch her breath. She tightened her thighs against his waist when she felt him trying to pull out.

“Sweetness,” His voice drawls a bit, and his eyes are fluttering open, “As much as I love being inside you, I am so sensitive right now. Let me pull out and I’ll fuck you again later.”

She unhooks her legs from around him, letting him escape her clutches. As his semi-hard cock slips free, he watches as his spend leaks from her swollen cunt. Stuffing himself back into his slacks, he lays down next to her and pulls her close.

“So, that was interesting. I like to roleplay, it would seem.” She lays an arm around his middle, giving him a good squeeze.

“You take orders very well. Like a natural submissive,” The arm around her cuddles back in return, “Have you ever experimented with submission?”

“Never. But I’m interested in it. Is it just during sex or is it all of the time?” The curiosity in her voice excited him.

“Well, that depends. We could do it just during sex, we could expand it to 24/7 Dominant and submissive roles, or we could just do it a couple of times a week. Whatever works for us,” He lays a kiss on the top of her head, “But I did really enjoy hearing you call me Daddy.”

“I liked it when you called me little one, Daddy.”

“That’s my sweet little one,” He tips her head up to kiss her forehead, “We can talk about it after a nap. I think we both deserve a little reset, what do you think?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m tired. Can we still cuddle?”

“Of course, we can cuddle, little one. Come and get comfy with Daddy.”

She pulls the comforter over them and wraps herself around him. “Kisses?”

“Always, sweet one.” He licks at her lips as she leans in, licking into her mouth as she opens up for him. He is truly addicted to her kiss.

And now, he was ready to be addicted to a few other parts of her. From her curiosity to her natural submission, Leon was smitten with Bobbie. He’s only known her for a handful of days and he was already starting to think about taking her on as a sub. Instead of worrying about the future, he just decides to take a nap with a pretty girl.

Chapter 4

A/N: The title of this chapter is taken from Take Care of Business by Nina Simone. I love Nina and this is the second time she’s inspired some Napoleon fiction.

**Tag List**

@brattymum96 @ambinxe @avengersfan25 @kebabgirl67

@kingliam2019

@astheskycries @enchantedbytomandhenry @rebelangel1102

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ylva-syverson · 2 years ago

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This is cute!!!!

"Gentleman don't be mad at me, but I have to go to bed. Solo I'll update you tomorrow."

"Sleep tight Missy and get some rest."

Solo gives me a kiss on the cheek presses his glass into Walker's hand and kiss him as well.

"Good night to you too."

Walker scowls after him.

"He's getting weirder too." Grumbles Walker, wiping his cheek.

#august walker #napoleon solo #august walker fanfic #napoleon solo fanfic #wip #fanfic

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ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist · 8 months ago

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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

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

FULL MASTERLIST IS HERE.

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 8 months ago

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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.”

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peyton-warren · 2 years ago

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I need to watch this movie too. but this is hot as hell and lovely. Well done. Excellent.