#melot smut

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

To become one

Masterlist

A/N: When @geralts-yenn sent me the 'nice day outside' comfort-prompt, I was ecstatic, because I get to write for Melot! (I love him.) Then - of course - it turned into... 4 thousand words of smut. With a little plot and a little lore that I feel I hid quite well, so as to not disturb everyone's porn-consuming experience 😜

Credit for the moodboard/title/banner/what do we call this?/thing goes mostly to @geralts-yenn as well, so thank you again for making that, hon. 🥰🥰🥰

This is a little more purple prose-y than what I usually do, so I hope that went well 🥰

(This was written from a promt from this ask game!)

Characters: wood elf!Prince!Melot x dryad!OFC (unnamed)

Summary: The elven Prince Melot and his dryad lover share a lovely afternoon together in the forest.

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, NSFW, MINORS DNI, oral (m and f receiving), p-in-v sex (unprotected. Be smarter!), voyeurism/exhibitionism, a smidge of a mention of feet..., dirty talk, playful chasing and teasing. Possibly an age gap of several decades if not centuries, I don't know.

@deandoesthingstome @geralts-yenn @ellethespaceunicorn @mayloma @keanureevesisbae @summersong69 @ylva-syverson @peaches1958 @sillyrabbit81 @livisss @peyton-warren

“There you are,” a bright and welcoming voice chimed through the thick forest, and into the small clearing. As she emerged from between the trees, he watched her every step closely from where he was laying on the ground. She gracefully roamed the clearing, leaving gentle dents in the moss that covered the ground, finally halting near his head, where she playfully nudged his chest with her bare foot. He grasped it suddenly and firmly, before gently trailing his fingers along the sole of her foot, while pressing his lips to the top. Slowly, his hand slid up her leg, to her calf, and his lips began a path that trailed in the same direction.

One moment he held her, the next she was gone; vanished into the roots of the trees that she had been standing on, and reappearing at the edge of the clearing once more as though she had never ventured near him. He raised himself on one elbow, allowing him to lustfully gaze at her beautiful form. Light seemed to emanate from her, beckoning him closer and freezing him in place at the same time. His eyes raked over the beautiful features of her face, where bright green eyes teased him from afar. Long dark hair fell in supple curls around her face, and spilled onto her back and over her shoulders, a single strand lost between her full breasts.

In his presence, she was covered, but as her kind had no true grasp on the concept, the fabric of her gown was a silky material so thin he could easily see the contours of her nipples. It clung to her, to every beautiful curve and dimple in her skin, it’s dark emerald colour a striking contrast with the pale, slightly green hue of her skin. One at a time, she pushed the straps of her gown off of her shoulders, baring her breasts to him.

“Play a game of hide and seek with me, Melot?” she whispered kindly, her voice echoing through the trees, allowing him to hear it. Before he could scramble to his feet, she vanished again. With careful steps, he walked towards the edge of the clearing, tentatively stretching out a hand until his fingertips connected with the bark of the tree she had been standing next to. Of course, she was no longer there.

He listened for her, knowing it would be almost impossible for him to find her, unless she moved. She could be anywhere. He knew her to be kind, and, despite her playful ways, the furthest thing from cruel one could possibly imagine. Thus, he concluded, she wasn’t far away from him. Never would she let him enter into a game he couldn’t win, for she, too, relished the consequences of his victory too much to allow him to lose.

After a while, he felt her as she shifted from one tree to another, then another, and he began his pursuit; easily avoiding trees and roots as he tracked her through the dense forest. As he went along on his chase, deeper and deeper into the forest, their pace slowed. His, because it was impossible to move quicker as the forest grew thicker and the space between trees narrower, and hers, because this was her favourite part of their game.

The trees were so close together here that Melot could hardly turn around without touching them – precisely as she had wished.

“I can feel you.” A dark undertone laced his voice as he spoke. Though she wasn’t moving, she was so near him, and the trees were so close to one another, that he felt her pulse radiating through them. A chuckle rolled through the air, carried by the soft breeze, audible only as the rustling of the foliage above him.

“Come to me,” he demanded playfully, knowing his query would yield nothing.

“Capture me, Melot,” her voice echoed all around you, “if you can.” A tender hand briefly trailed his back before disappearing as suddenly as it had appeared. From then, she moved swiftly through the trees, each time reaching out her hand to touch Melot; stroke his cheek, or arm, tap him on the shoulder to get him to turn around.

“You know I can’t, my love,” he answered her plea, his voice barely above a grunt as her hand grasped his clothing from behind and pulled him against the tree she resided in. He knew all too well that it was impossible to pull a dryad from a tree. Her hand disappeared from his back and her arm wrapped around his middle instead, the palm of her hand flat against his abdomen as she pulled him against her. Her other arm reached around him, fingers working to loosen the laces of his shirt collar before sliding her hand over his bare chest. As sudden as the other movements had been, her face appeared next to his, and with her nose, she carefully moved his curls out of her way. Melot moaned softly as her tongue trailed the edge of his ear, all the way to the top, where she gently bit down, careful not to hurt him with her sharp teeth.

“Oh, those elven ears... So sensitive,” she mused softly into his ear before continuing her ministrations until she had had enough. “Follow me.”

He chased her once more along a non-existent path through the thick forest, his feet as nimble as ever, never stumbling, never clashing with a tree or a low hanging branch. The forest was his home, too, and it had been the home of his people for thousands upon thousands of years. He followed her to another clearing, where she tauntingly walked circles around a birch that stood a little further away from the other trees.

This clearing, like many others, felt magical – a kind of magic that became most apparent when one tried to step away from the trees, towards the centre. Melot struggled to put his foot on the ground, and raise the other to take the next step, as a strange force pulled him backwards, preventing him from breaching the border of the clearing.

“What is it, my darling?” she taunted. The harder Melot tried to step forward into the clearing, the more difficult it became. He drew ragged breaths from the exertion, and his eyes begged her to stop doing whatever it was that she was doing.

“It isn’t what I’m doing so much as what I’m not doing,” she giggled as she walked towards him and reached out her arm. Lifting his arm to take her outstretched hand in his, also proved more difficult than it should have been under any normal circumstances. As soon as he held her, she smiled deviously. “Please, come visit me.”

As soon as the words passed her lips, the magic that had before so longed to keep him away from this place, seemed to vanish – and so did she. Melot looked around the clearing, taking in the beautiful surroundings as he searched for his lover. The glade was unusually round, and surrounded by trees – which was unsurprising – five of which were vast, mighty oak trees, eerily similar in size, and very evenly spaced around the parameter of the space.

“Home Trees,” he muttered softly, and immediately, his suspicions were confirmed by her soft chuckle that echoed through the clearing.

“Find mine, and you’ll have your reward,” she teased once again. He drew in a deep breath, and listened – waited, as slowly the beating of her heart became apparent to him again. Without thinking, he turned on his heel and trod across the soft green moss that carpeted the clearing with determination. Less certain of himself was he when he raised his hand, his trembling fingers hovering over the bark of the tree he believed to be hers, apprehensive to touch it. Suddenly, her face appeared before him as he slowly emerged from the oak. She leaned gratefully into his touch, smiling at him as his fingers caressed the side of her face.

“Found me,” she giggled as she leaned forward until her lips almost touched his. Almost… And then she was gone again. Behind him, coming from the centre of the glade, Melot heard her voice once more: “Come and get me, Melot.”

Naturally, there was no need for her to tell him a second time. When he turned around, she untied the waist of her gown, revealing every curve of her full, naked form as it dropped to the ground. He once again went after her; biting his lip as he drank in every inch of her body, treading slowly and carefully as were he a predator stalking his prey. He came to a halt right in front of her, his eyes mirroring the ever-growing desire that coursed through his veins.

“Kiss me,” he said, his voice already dripping with impatience. When she denied him, and then a second time, and a third, he roughly placed his hands on either side of her face and pulled it towards his.

“Do not deny me my reward, you wicked little minx.” His words were a playful yet threatening growl, her response was rendered inaudible as it was swallowed up by his rough kiss. His cold demeanour melted somewhat as he felt her give in to his touch; lips less forceful, hands less demanding… His tongue slid along the seam of her lips – a subtle order she hastily and eagerly obeyed by parting her lips. Moans escaped both of them when he deepened the kiss, reaching around her to squeeze her ample behind, luring more noises of pleasure from her as he kneaded her soft flesh.  

Finally, Melot pulled away, breaking the kiss, and with small, languid strides he circled her, delivering a swift spank to her bottom as he walked behind her – then he stood still, placing his chin on her shoulder. “I found you. I won you.”

She didn’t speak, nor did she move when Melot’s hands gripped the sides of her hips roughly, and dragged her back until her body was flush against hers. His fingertips dimpled the soft, supple flesh he held so fiercely as he ground his hips against her.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” he said as the new friction caused his erection to swell even further with desperate need. She turned around in his arms and smiled a devious smile at him that sent shivers cascading down his spine. Her fingertips brushed gently past the tips of his ears, making him bite his lip and moan with pleasure and anticipation.

“The thought of your touch, my dear Prince,” she spoke slowly and in a sultry voice that made it difficult for him to keep from abandoning all manners, “has been on my mind since I felt you set foot in our forest.” Once again, she turned around, this time freeing herself from between Melot’s hands and taking a few steps away from him as she continued to speak: “Do you know what those hours of waiting did to me?” She sank down onto a moss-covered rock in the middle of the glade, spreading her legs wide for him to see, and running her fingers through her folds. “Do you want to find out?”

Melot answered her query with an eager nod, stepping towards her once more, and finally dropping to his knees in the soft moss before her – never lifting his gaze from her glistening petals. She reached for the richly embroidered collar of his shirt, and pulled at it, prompting him to pull it over his head and toss it to the side. With two fingers, she gently lifted his chin so he would look up at her.

His eyes never left hers as he took one of her legs and put it over his shoulder. From there, he started with a tender kiss to the inside of her upper leg, by her knee, his soft lips leaving a damp trail as he kissed higher and higher until he reached the apex of her thighs.

“A truly sweet reward,” he chuckled before pressing a soft kiss to the delicate skin before him. Her lips parted to let out a frustrated groan as he moved away from her core and kissed her stomach and hips, then her other leg all the way down to her foot, and back again. A gentle breeze cooled the wet marks his kisses had left on her skin, causing gooseflesh to erupt all over her body as she whined and squirmed beneath the touch of his fingers and lips. Then, finally, as she thought she would go positively mad with desire, he grasped the back of her thighs, spreading her legs even further, using his thumbs to part her petals and reveal her desperate, weeping core.

Just as she was about to revel in the sensations of Melot’s capable tongue against her most sensitive parts, she noticed something…

“We have an audience,” she said softly as she placed a hand on Melot’s forehead to stop him from moving further with his endeavours. Experience had taught her that elves had a tendency to consider intimate relations a private matter – something she and others of her kind could hardly fathom.

“Let them watch,” he growled, taking her by surprise. Melot pushed the hand she held to his head away and continued doing what he had been doing before. His tongue found her hidden pearl with ease, and before long, she poured down exclamations of pleasure and praise over him as he gently lapped at and suckled on her swollen clit.

“Do all dryads finish so easily?” he asked after he had gently guided her down from her first peak. Two of his fingers found her entrance, and without awaiting her answer, plunged into her drenched core. She found time between zealous utterances that alternated between praise and profanity, to answer his question affirmatively, while he relentlessly pumped his fingers into the snug heat of her body. She cried out his name when he added a third finger, breathing heavily as her velvet walls struggled to accommodate the cumulative girth of his digits – her second orgasm followed swiftly.

Behind them, from the edge of the glade, others – mostly of her kind – watched as Melot continued his efforts. A few of the dryads stayed mostly hidden in the trees, while some others approached matters less subtly, and settled down on the moss-covered floor of the glade, making no attempts to hide their own amorous activities – be they alone or with others. As strange as it was for him to admit, Melot secretly revelled in the attention of their prying eyes – though he doubted his feelings were really a secret to her: if his rising heartbeat didn’t give away his true sentiments regarding the situation, the fact that he continued lapping at her sopping core more vigorously than he had previously done surely would have clued her in.

Shortly after her third climax, she set a foot on his shoulder, pushing him off her as she fought to catch her breath.

“My turn,” she said with a wicked smile on her lips as she gently pushed Melot onto his back, nimble fingers wandering his exposed chest until they reached his trousers. Within seconds, she had undone them, and her eager hands wrapped around his hardened length, giving him a few strokes as she positioned herself in a way that allowed her to wrap her lips around him. She took his cock deep into her mouth with both devotion and ease, coating his shaft with saliva. As she moved her hands along his length, aiding her lips in their efforts, she elicited decadent moans and content whines from Melot as he continued his writhing, further succumbing to the pleasure she brought him with every passing second and every tender swipe of her tongue.

One of his hands weaved itself into her dark curls, and she happily let him guide the rhythm of her ministrations. She thought herself incredibly lucky to have found an elven lover, known for both their long lifespans – meaning a vast wealth of experience in lovemaking – and their stamina – which made him almost as insatiable as she was. As she looked up, she immediately recognized the burning desire in his eyes. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that hers held the same expression; she could feel the heat of her passion on her skin.

“Do you want me?” she asked after pulling her mouth off Melot’s cock – not an easy feat, as she found herself quite fond of servicing him. Her voice was hoarse and thick with lust, her bottom lip quivering with anticipation.

“More than anything,” he panted, his lips curling into an arrogant smirk as he witnessed her impatience; she hadn’t been able to wait for his answer before ridding him of his trousers completely. Upon her return, she all but dove into his arms, straddling his hips as she leaned forward.

“Then take me,” she whispered, laying her forehead against his, waiting for him to find her entrance. Instead, he pulled her off of him, and rolled on top of her, his hardness pressing against her slick folds, making her mewl and beg for him to enter her.

“Is that what you need?” he muttered against the skin of her neck as he littered the sensitive area with kisses and relished the writhing of her body beneath his. A dark growl rumbled within his chest, and he spoke in what was almost a vicious snarl: “Gods, I want nothing more than to bury every inch of myself inside of you.”

“Then why don’t you?” she whined, fretful cries escaping her as her attempts to angle her hips in such a way that his rigid length would slip into her all proved fruitless.

“Because I want you to beg for it,” he growled into her ear. “Beg for me, my little nymph.” It wasn’t often that she saw Melot so completely overcome with lust, so it stood to reason that she would wish to savour every moment of it. Soon, she heeded his request, loud pleas spilling from her mouth, urging him to break into her so that her lust might finally be slaked. Melot, however, seemed to have other plans entirely, and focused his efforts on her breasts, kneading one of them with fervent ardour. He took the nipple of the other in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the stiffened peak, sometimes suckling, or even biting down softly, repeating his treatment on her other breast, while her pleas fell on deaf ears.

She had always thought herself to be too proud to cry, but as Melot continued his cruel denial of her deepest desires, tears appeared, which, with every passing second, threatened more and more to break free from the confines of her eyes. The eyes of their spectators were all trained on her face, waiting for the moment she would finally succumb to the pressure of her carnal urges, casting aside her pride…

“Melot, please!” she cried out so loud that anyone who hadn’t yet been occupied with their performance was sure to turn their head now. “I beg of you, please fuck me!”

Melot hesitated for a final moment, knowing very well what it meant to lay with a nymph in the glade that she called home, but there was nothing more in this world that he wanted than to be hers for as long as fate would allow him to be. A few members of their ‘audience’, as she had called it before, cheered briefly as he drove his cock into her tight, drenched core, but he paid them no mind. To him, there were only two beings on this whole planet, and anything else didn’t matter in the slightest.

His thrusts were slow at first, as he savoured her constant whining and begging for more, but he ran out of patience and restraint much quicker than he had hoped. Both of them were completely enraptured by the sounds of ecstasy they let out as they continued to ravish each other. Her fingers dug into the moss flooring of the glade, seeking purchase to help her withstand his onslaught on her body, each of his wild thrusts luring a moan from her lips as her velvet walls stretched to accommodate his girth over and over again.

Her cries became louder as he hoisted one of her legs over his shoulder, allowing him to plunge even deeper into her wet heat. His thumb found her clit with ease, drawing circles around the swollen little pearl, coaxing her to her next climax. A few strokes sufficed, and before long she cried out from pleasure as she once again reached her peak.

He leaned down to kiss her, and she gladly let him, so that she might revel in his attention as he whispered praise and sweet nothings in her ear. She knew he wasn’t finished with her yet, which is why his next query was hardly a surprise to her.

“Will you let me take you from behind?” The sound of his voice was almost a whine. She happily indulged him, naturally. She was a nymph, after all. Once again, she vanished from beneath him – almost causing Melot to lose his balance, but he caught himself just in time – only to emerge again a few feet away, on her knees. She swayed her hips enticingly as she leaned forward until her chest was on the ground, and arched her back. For a moment, Melot admired her and the way the sunlight danced over her skin, before he made his way over to her.

He sat behind her and ran his fingers through her slick folds, spreading her open as he leaned in to seek her clit with his tongue. Swiftly and with great ease, he brought her to another climax on his tongue. Melot chuckled softly under his breath. From the beginning of their tryst, he had found his dryad’s ability to orgasm time and again very intriguing, and if he was being honest, it was quite satisfying to unravel her time after time. Oftentimes, he lost count of the amount of times she finished, other times, he challenged himself to make her come a certain number of times... She seemed to have plenty of fun either way.

When he was done, she found he took too long to proceed. With impatience clearly evident in her voice, she begged him once again for his cock, not appreciating it when he teasingly ran its tip through her folds, holding her hips to prevent her from pushing herself onto him. It was in that moment that she realised Melot did not just appreciate her writhing – though there existed no doubt in her mind that he thoroughly enjoyed watching her in her current state, beside herself with lust and longing. No, Melot, she noticed, revelled in the attention of the spectators on the edge of the clearing.

“You like that we’re being watched,” she spoke softly, biting her lip to choke back a moan as Melot dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips and pulled her closer, finally giving her what she had been waiting for.

“It’s growing on me,” he admitted as he thrust into her – slowly at first, then increasing his pace to a vigorous rhythm that made her cry out. Once more, she noticed how he relished the reactions from some of the onlookers as he sheathed himself inside her core again, how his erection seemed to swell even further inside of her, how there was a faint sense of arrogance and pride to the way he handled her that sat in stark contrast to their earlier encounters, which had consisted of hours upon hours of gentle lovemaking. Of course, even then, they had sometimes been caught by the occasional curious passer-by, but at the time, nothing had suggested that that was something Melot found particularly arousing.

Her thoughts were interrupted when another orgasm built inside her. It arrived quickly, almost taking her by surprise as she called out his name. This time, her clenching walls were too much for him, the sensation of her quivering muscles gripping his cock bringing him to the brink of orgasm, the sound of her cries of ecstasy the final straw that lured him over the edge, where he spilled his seed deep inside of her before collapsing next to her on the ground.

For a while, they lay there silent and spent. She rolled into his side, draping her arm over his stomach, and gently stroking his side as they slowly came to their senses again.

“I feel a little exposed,” Melot muttered softly enough that only she heard him. With one swift move of her hand, she conjured a blanket out of the moss flooring of the glade and draped it over his hips. The gesture immediately seemed to put him at ease.

“Your father won’t be happy about this,” she said after another while of silence, at once painfully aware that she had stolen the elven King’s son.

“My father will have no choice but to accept our union. Besides, it cements good relations between our kinds,” Melot responded plainly, seemingly deeming het concerns baseless.

“What if he tries to take you away from me?” she said, fear suddenly striking her as she realized what that would mean for her.

“He can’t,” Melot said, but his words did not yet put her mind at ease. “Wood elves are bound by the laws of nature. He might oppose our marriage, but there is nothing he can do to disband it.” His words brought her comfort, as did his lips, which he pressed briefly to her forehead.

“Rest, my love,” he muttered softly to her as fatigue took hold of her and her eyes began to fall shut, “my wife.”

#melot #melot fanfiction #melot smut #tristan and isolde #tristan + isolde #melot fanfic #melot x ofc #fantasy AU #henry cavill characters #henry cavill fanfiction #henrycavill fanfic #henry cavill

[geralts-yenn]

2023 character wrapped

@deandoesthingstome knows too well I get a little obsessive over some characters - let's see if I can make it to nine (or if I can stop at nine 😁 a look onto my masterlist that's barely a year old tells me we will get there)

Here we go...

My no 1: No surprise here - Mikey

He's my precious silly boy and I will never stop loving him. As part of a family of lunatics here or here, as our best friend, or as the cute neighbor who steals the heart of Nina and Mel

2. Melot

I blame @raccoon-eyed-rebel for introducing me to the slutty lil' braid boy. Just look at that grumpy, miserable little guy. I can't help but thinking about how to make him feel better. That's why he gets the love from not only one but two lovely persons in my Hearts Too Big universe. He's still not quite happy as a vampire in Believe in Me, but I swear we'll get to it.

3. Syverson

Not much of a surprise - how could I not love him? He's the character I read the most this year, for sure. But I also loved to write him into my bonfire story and it's follow up. I was yearning for him and I imagined him as a daddy 🥰

4. Evan

Oh, he was a surprise for me. Even though I liked his character in the movie, I didn't intend to write for him. Until a lovely nonnie put him into my brain and started to fuel my obsession with him here, here and here.

5. Walter

The grumpy bear was always a favorite of me when it came to reading but I was a little scared to write him by myself. In the end, I'm quite happy with the outcome when I finally dared.

6. August Walker

Another one that I love but didn't dare to write. Until it was too tempting to add him as the vampire king in Believe in Me. And then those little pieces of smut here and here with the vampire king were surprisingly easy to write.

7. Napoleon Solo

I love the smooth spy. I had so much fun to pair him up with the lovely Amina and I totally plan to get back to Leon sometime in the future

8. Charles

I wish I had more time to explore his character. I love him so much - especially when he's put into a modern AU. I kinda did this to him as my sidekick for Melot. And I have a wip in my folders, sleeping for way too long, where he's the most annoying and yet adorable duke. I really hope I get to the point where I can introduce him to you.

That's everyone I have written for this year. But I surely don't stop here with obsessing

I won't count Geralt, Will and all the other characters of Henry Cavill because this post is already too long for anyone to read, lol.

But I surely have to count the man himself

9. Henry Cavill

Yes, I am obsessed with this man and I am not sorry! I guess I won't ever get back to the unfinished RPF that got me into writing at all but I will not stop loving the adorkable man that he is.

And then there are still some guys that don't look like Henry:

9. Dean Winchester

I had almost forgotten how much I loved him. Until I introduced the teenager to Supernatural and spent a lot of evenings this year watching that stupid little shit 😍

10. Billy Russo

One of my favorite roles for Ben. And so many good fics out there that I need to explore at some point.

11. Jack Reacher

Very recent addition to the hunks in my head. I love the new season and I'm definitely not immune to that man's visual charms.

I think I will stop here, even if I could name probably another 12...

@ellethespaceunicorn @peyton--warren @gummydummy19 @jvanilly @ronearoundblindly @ylva-syverson want to talk about your favorite characters?

#tag game #2023 character wrapped #Sorry #I know this is unhealty #but I love them all

[peyton-warren]

Fanfic writers appreciation day

I would like to share some of my favorite writers on this hellsite. ( In alphabetical order so no partiality is shown.). I know I don't give any of them enough love and support so here is a small attempt to make up for it.

@adulting-sucks - is first up. Masterlist. She hasn't been writing lately because life happens but that doesn't mean I don't go back countless times to what she's already written. She is my ride or die on this site, but that doesn't mean I'm biased. Go read for yourself. My favorite of her stuff is Oh What A Night, a Jake Jensen masterpiece that is exactly how I feel my first date with Jake would go.

@deandoesthingstome her Masterlist. Charlie is just a beautiful human who is so welcoming and supportive of other writers, essentially keeping fandom community alive and thriving. She does this amazing thing for other writers called Fanfic Writer Wednesday where she highlights a writer, which is so sweet and selfless and beautiful 😍. Her writing is outstanding as well! My favorite of hers is Walk With Me, which is full of drama, intrigue, smut and storytelling. Seriously you will not be disappointed.

@ellethespaceunicorn Their Masterlist. Elle writes beautifully about some of my favorites in the fandoms namely Walter Marshall and Lloyd Hansen. My favorite (currently) is Don't take My Sunshine Away . The series is dark (it's about Lloyd so to be expected). Give it and everything else they have written a shot.

@raccoon-eyed-rebel her master list is here. Her unique and beautiful writing has you coming back for more with each chapter, each post. The woman doesn't know the meaning of brevity and that's ok with the rest of us because her writing is so outstanding. My recommendation of her stuff is one of her one shots - In All Fairness... though you can't go wrong with any of her many series either.

@geralts-yenn Her Masterlist This woman is a phenomenal person above and beyond her writing. She is the glue that keeps fandom community together, she is one of the most supportive people on Tumblr of other writers. And her comments are legendary. As for her writing, if I had to narrow it down, it would be hard but I'll go with Believe in me, her ongoing series Vampire Modern Melot. As a person who ravenously have consumed everything vampire related since the late 80s til today (minus Twilight), I am madly in love with her new interpretation of Vampires and their lives. As well as she weaves several Cavill characters into the tale, even as background players. Love it. And more importantly I love her.

@mayloma her Masterlist this writer is phenomenal in talent and beautiful imagery. I love all of her stuff but the one I keep coming back to repeatedly is Sweetest Things. The visuals, the sensuality, the beauty. Just perfect. And unlike the other writers here, I need to mention my other most favorite of hers Of Investments and Returns. It had me locked in from the first word and I loved every second of it.

@ronearoundblindly her Masterlist. Ro is an amazing writer who is prolific and beautiful in her writing. She is also an incredible human being that I am so glad is in my life. She has helped me out of jams both in writing and in my own life. Love her. My favorite of her fics is Smells Like Team Spirit which is an unf hgggg wonderful tale about Lloyd x Reader x Steve Rogers.

@sarahdonald87 Although she has yet to officially publish a full chapter of her Andy and Everett series, she still wets our appetites with her beautiful snippets. I am so excited to see what she gives us when she gives us the whole story. My favorite of her drabbles is The Dark Room Redux. It's a beautiful view into where Andy and Everett are headed. Also I adore Sarah and am so very thankful she is in my life. I love her realness and honesty as well as her beautiful heart.

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork her Masterlist This woman is an outstanding writer. Her serieses (is that a word?) keep me coming back again and again to read and reread. Her current ongoing series about a certain Train!Daddy and Honey is pure love and wonderfulness and very inclusive (I feel very seen in that series). But the series I adore the most that she wrote is Wilford Demands. The twists and turns plus the outstanding smut just... It's wonderful.

@sweetandgentlecreature her Masterlist Sweet is a newer writer in Tumblr who has definitely made her presence known with her Sy fics. My favorite is Homeward Bound .

Go give your favorite fanfic writer some love and appreciation today, and all days. As always reblog their work to help spread the love around to others. Your likes are all well and good but Tumblr reblogs is the only way fic gets spread to other readers.

#fanfic writer appreciation #friends in my phone

[poledancingdinos]

Hehe, so happy you joined the wip game because now I can ask you more about the mc story😍

Bi MC Story - I need to know 🥺

And what about Melot and Mikey?

Okay, here we go!

Bi MC story:

This is a Sy x Mikey x OFC bi poly romance in which Sy is exploring his sexuality for the first time.

“Look around the room right now. Is there anyone you find attractive? Not necessarily that you want to take them home, just someone who sparks your curiosity?” Sy looked around at the multiple attractive men and women but he found himself comparing all the women to the girl behind the bar and the men to Mikey. How did Mikey manage to be so free yet hide his secret from the club? The only two people who knew the truth were Rex and Sy. He turned back to Thalia just as she took money from a customer. “Guy by the table in green shirt is not so bad?” he finally said. “Are you asking me or telling me?” “Tellin’?” Soft smile on her face. “What about someone who catches your fancy that isn’t in this club?” His jaw clenched but he didn’t speak. “Mikey…” she guessed. He didn’t need to confirm it. His face said it all.

Mikey:

The Mikey story is actually completely unrelated to MC. It's a Mikey x Reader where reader and Mikey match on a hookup app years after Mikey broke up with reader. This will turn to smut eventually.

Finally, Melot:

This will be the story of Melot falling in love after he comes to be a part of the MC. The circumstances that brought Melot to the US impacted his ability to form relationships with people but especially women. Charlie will have to work hard to gain Melot's trust and help him find what his new 'normal' will look like.

Thanks for the ask!

#ask game #wip ask game #wip game

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Daily Cavill Drabble - Thursday

Prompt From This List

Melot (Canon Verse)

Melot crawls over you.  "I am going to have a bite out of you." He murmurs. "Hmm, Please do." You draw him down for a kiss. Melot happily kisses back. You flick your tongue against his lips. Melot moans sweetly and opens his mouth to your invasion. You moan softly back and his and explore his mouth.

"Worship me." You whisper softly against his lips. "Yes, my lady." Melot murmurs.

His mouth ventures from your to your jaw and then your neck and throat. He presses a kiss to every bit of your skin he can reach. You moan warmly and run your fingers through his brown tresses. "You are so beautiful." Melot murmurs. He nips at your jaw and nuzzles your skin. He nips at your collarbones and licks back up over your throat. He leaves no spot of you untouched. You arch against him and moan softly.

Lower Melot's mouth ventures. He laves at your breasts, kissing and nipping at your skin and sucking and licking at your nipples. Every so often he groans against your flesh. He is hard against your thigh. "You turn me on so much." He murmurs. He bites at your nipple and his mouth slips lower, down your belly. His tongue dips into your belly button. You moan in pleasure.

Melot nests down between your thighs.

He looks up at you. "May I?" He whispers hotly. "Of course you may." You purr. Melot licks his lips and kisses sweetly at your thighs. "I can smell you." He cooes. He leans in and parts your folds with his tongue. You whimper softly. Melot smirks against your womanhood. His tongue flicks at your clit. "Oh!" You gasp.

“Your cunt tastes so sweet.” Melot whispers, before pushing his tongue into your core. You swear under your breath and arch against him.

#Melot x Reader #Melot #Tristan and Isolde #Henry Cavill #smut under the cut #I queue it for you

[hope-to-hell]

For @imdoingmybestmyman who asked for mob au with Henry or a Henry character, partner turned on by violence, obsession/stalker themes. In the Blood, featuring Will Shaw. Not sure how closely it adheres to the prompt, but it was fun either way (and turned out pretty on-brand for me anyhow). Contains blood, violence, smut (fingering), jealousy, unsafe use of bodily fluids.

Listen. Listen. Will's clinging to control of this situation by a thread. Sure, he's in command, but he's also so fucking young, and temperamental besides. Not so good for staying at the top, not when there are so many others circling like sharks (Melot sulks and plans and he's probably going to get his own self killed before he manages to make a move, but he's thinking about it, and it's a problem. August plays the mad-dog role well enough, laying bruises in the spaces Will leaves behind, actually drawing out information instead of just screams; he is tired of the bullshit and the power games and the fucking playing nice with some kid who calls himself boss but is neither wise nor measured. He's about six seconds from burning this place to the ground. Sy sees it all; he shrugs and goes back to cleaning his guns but he's got his back to the wall and his eyes on Will. Damn kid. Won't live long enough to grow into the gig at this rate).

And you?

Well, you're just here to watch the man work. Not like you've got much of a choice, with the way he's got you cuffed to a pipe, strained and awkward and Jesus, if you'd let me loose-- but no. Will wants you to see this. He wants the way your breath catches at the sight of him drawing his knuckles back torn and bloody; even if he can't hear you panting over the roar of blood in his own ears, he damn well knows what this does to you.

Doesn't matter about anything else; when he gets you alone after this he'll stroke the backs of his fingers down your cheek, leaving bloody smears; he'll pry your mouth open with those same fingers and tell you suck, get them clean, there you go. Pretty thing. It's filthy and it's awful and you need it, nevermind the hazards. Probably won't live long enough to have to worry about it, not with the way the wind is blowing.

But for now. Jesus but he’s reveling in it, in the pure kinetic pleasure of making someone hurt. No idea who this guy is— someone who’s pissed him off— but it doesn’t matter. He’s window dressing, meaningless except for the way his hurting gets Will hard. And it gets you all kinds of interested, doesn’t it, watching him. Watching the way blood spatters onto Will’s white shirt— a vanity, Will’s way of saying look at me, look at what I can do. C’mere. I wanna fuck you while the blood’s still wet.

Think about it. Think about Will, handsome in a boyish way, unassuming until moments like these, when he slips just a little. It’s no secret that he likes the violence; there’s a wild sadistic streak in him that burns just below the surface. The secret is that it’s

all

for

you.

Sure, he likes it, sure it gets him hard, but what he really likes is this, when he chases the others from the room so he can tangle his fingers with yours where you twist in your cuffs. Where he can shove his thigh between yours and see the slick you leave on him.

We’re gonna die here, he says as he’s suddenly twisting his fingers into you. He’s just outside. He thinks I don’t know. If he suspects— and he’s unlocking your cuffs one-handed even as he’s driving you to orgasm— If he suspects, he’ll kill us both. So be sweet for me. You think August isn’t out there right now, palming his cock, thinking about how hard he’s gonna fuck you when I’m gone? Will’s looking through the wall like he can see it, glaring fiercely at the face in his mind’s eye. Maybe at the hand he must imagine to be pressing down hard over tented trousers. Maybe he’s imagining that hand in you, thinking about whether August would pull pleasure from you or keep it all for himself.

I’m afraid. It’s smaller than you meant it to be, but he hears it and it makes him groan.

You should be. If we come out of this alive it’ll be a miracle. But I’m not stupid, not as much as they think. Here’s what we do— and he’s whispering low and urgent, words creeping into your ear under the cover of your own moans, laying out a plan that’s wild, that’s rough-and-ready, and that just might work.

Ready? Good. Time to go.

#henry cavill #my fic #will shaw #will shaw smut #will shaw fic #will shaw x reader #will shaw x you #the cold light of day #the cold light of day fic #the cold light of day smut #tclod #tclod fic #tclod smut

[littlefreya]

This lil' fox wants that Big Bad Wolf. But no, I have a Charles fic and a Melot smut I should be working on.

Haha, well as long as you’re enjoying yourself, my love :) You shouldn’t feel obligated to finish it. You can always take a pause and work on something else 

[wendimydarling]

Can you write some angry august walker smut where you get rejected about sex by august, so instead of being butthurt about it, you say “fine, i guess i’ll go get it from someone else” and he gets mad at that? 🥺👉👈

meh, I’m just not very good at jealous!*insert character name here*. 

Maybe it’s cause I’m not a very jealous person, maybe it’s cause I see basically all of the characters Henry’s played as very secure in their relationships (except perhaps Melot or Mikey), but I don’t see them getting jealous! And so my jealous writing is shit. 😖

keep the requests coming though, i feel like I’ve rejected a few lately and I would love to stumble upon one that I’m able to fill!

#asked and answered #ask me more! #seriously i want to answer

[cayouno]

Phan Ghost Smut   parts 2&3

 Hey guys thank you so much for all the likes and reblogs !! Here are parts 2&3  and 4 will be up tomorrow.

My Turn

Summery: Phil is dared by some classmates to sleep a whole night at the abandon house down the street. The word is that many years ago some one got murder in that house and since then no one has been able to live there. Phil may be superstitious  but not to the extent of believing in ghost or so he thought.

Part 1

warning : smut,rape,death

Part  2/4

Phil was a very vivid dreamer and he always looked forward to the weird adventures his brains would take him. Tonight was suppose to be like any other and it started that way. Some weird penguin that could camouflage stole Phil’s apocalyptic cereal stash. In the dream, Phil  joined forces with a purple kangaroo that was the sworn enemy of the penguin. At some point, the animals proceeded to have a martial art showdown in a colorful environment  with Phil in the background ,who tried to save as much cereal as he could. The second he started to pick up the pieces it all  began to fade way. That was odd he thought as he turned around to find  himself in a blurry room. The animals where gone  along with the colorful background. Replaced from what he could make out in the blurriness  a room that contained  one wooden bed , one wooden dresser and a black piano.

    Each piece of furniture laid against a  different wall of the room . Phill knew he had never been here, after all, it was just a dream but it looked somewhat familiar. It took a bit for the blurriness to lift  for him to realized that he wasnt alone. Music began to overtake the room , soft piano notes that blended together into a sweet sonata. A young guy sat on the piano his hands ran along the keyboard with such ease. Phil  walked over to the piano absorbed by the pleasing music waves that ended abruptly the moment he got to close.The guy looked up to Phil’s general direction.

“um um  sorry ” Phil said in a bit of shook  as he tried to catch a little bit of the Imaginary blood that  came out of his nose. Never in 17 years that he lived in this town had he seen some one so pretty as this dude. Soft brown wavy hair , a fringe the fell right above beautiful almond brown shape eyes and creamy tone skin that was way more apelling than his printer paper .“Your beutifull no I mean the music was beutifull but like its not like your ugly or anything!” Words pour out of Phil’s mouth before he could really processes what he had said. The guy looked towards him but never  at his face or upper body. It felt as if he looked trough him not at him. Phil took a breath and thought of ways to save his first impression on this guy.

“My name is Phil. what’s yours?” He asked the guy who turned back to the piano and wrote some notes on a the piece of paper that he left there. Not even once did he show sings that he acknowledge the fact that Phil was in the room. He got up , walked to the bed on the opeset side of the room and sat with another sheet of paper. Shit did he screw up Phil thougth as he walked after the guy of similar height.

“hello?” Phill asked a few feet from the bed. Was the guy ignoring him ? No reponse from the beautiful ear pierced male who looked at a new sheet with the most strain expression. “ Hello! ” Phil said louder wavy his arms up and donw in hopes that would catch the mans attention. Phil keeped at it at some point making schreaking animal noises but none of the actions were effective. Just when Phil was going to touch the guy as his last attempt he looked up. His face was filled with concern. Phil back up imideatly. oh no he had defently screwed up. “ Soryy I” Phil stopped mid sentence when he realized that they couldn’t seem him. Another guy had walked into the room and straight trough phil.

The other male was a few inches taller than them and a full blown ginger with freckles. Immediately  the brunet stud up and stared to speak to the ginger who eyes where narrow and fits where clench. Phil stud a few feet behind him but could not even hear one word they said to each other. He watched their mouths move but no sound came out of them. The ginger began to yell or that’s  what it seem like as he pointed at the brunet. Phil didn’t understand a few minutes ago he heard the guy play on the piano. He back up from the angry ginger man and walked over to the instrument. Phil tired to play a key on the piano but just like the guys he didn’t hear a thing. At this point phil would have agreed that this indeed was a weird dream but it was not even at its peek . He pressed another key and sound came out. This sound was not a melotic tone that belong to a piano but a moan of some one who was trying to catch their breath. The sound contined to escalate behind him.Phil rotated 180 to find the ginger had pined the guy over the dresser.

 The lovely male’s bottom half had been strip bare and his wrist restraint together by the gingers grip. Wet sounds of the ginger’s four fingers that shoved inside the brunet never surfaced but just the sound of breathlessness that the guy exhale unto the dressers mirror with his face pressed agaistn the wooden top did. His soft lips that at some point were able to murmur some words that trigger the ginger even more. He stop his aggressive proving and with the same force pulled on to the brunettes hair. His back curved and the breathless sounds turn in to moans of pain. While his neck became  fully exposed the ginger bit into him hard enough to make blood drip onto the guy’s gray t-shirt. This whole time Phil tried to leave or not look but he couldn’t his eyes were glued on to the body of the brunet. He was fully aroused by the perfect shape of his tight ,hips and the way the moved in crave manner of other males fingers. Not to mention his privet  member that was fully erect and seeping for more action. Phil knew that his was not much farther a long if he keep watching him.

The ginger dragged the guy on to bed and pinned him again this time under his body. He took no time to spread the brunette and insert himself in him with full force . His head arched back in pain with his mouth gapped open and his hand gripped on the side of the mattress. Phil’s body heat picked up a he just watched the merciless pounding of the lovely male. It Itched so bad how much he wished he was the ginger that topped the brunet. They guy began to yell in pain his eyes watered up as the ginger picked up the speed. The arousing noised he once made turned into curling sounds that could make any one bleed. In an attempted to quite him down the ginger cupped his hands round the brunet's neck and press. Phil felt a fast discomfort around him and in him arise. The air in the room became heavy and the light dimmed quickly . Phil coughed , his lung gasped for air. It was horrifying. The ginger never stopped pounding in and out of the guy as he squirmed  under him with despair.  A despair that Phil could feel more and more until the snap. Phil drooped  on his knees the oxygen was completely gone. The brunette head dropped unto its side  with wide open lifeless eyes that looked straight into Phil’s.

part 3/4

warnings:  more smut,

Part 3

Phil opened his mouth to what he assume was  to produce a scream of terror from that awful nightmare but the sound never came. Instead of ear pitched scream that was well needed a loud moan came out. His body was heated as he once had been. It didn’t make sense. He just had one of the most howling dreams he could ever recall but pleasure surged trough his body asking for more. Phil felt the excitement in his groin grow to which he looked down to expect a tent. 

Enchanted filled with life brown almon like eyes stared onto Phil while they bobed up and down. was he still dreaming? is he lucid dreaming? Phil thougth as he saw the same beutilful male blow and lick his member. Where ever he was it was to dark to see anything except for the very sexy naked man in front of him. He tried to push him self up from the floor but his body was just to weak. 

“shit”Phil breath out he couldn't do anything. The guy picked the pace once in a while he nibbled and to took quick glances at the  powerless phil. Phil was already so pumped  from the  previous dream that at this moment it wouldn’t take much to push him off edge. Just  when he felt he would tip over he stopped . Phil look down to find the brunet climig over to him, his soft skin rubbed against his. It was mess,Phil’s brain, nothing  made since but eveything felt so good.

“ Come lets go to my bed”The brunette commaded in a soft whisper like  tone into phils ear. The words entered his brain and pushed anything aside but an overwhelming desire to do what he was told. Phil stood up immediately as the  guy rapped his arms around Phil’s neck. His fingers mingled in Phil dyed jet black hair. It seem like he had gotten a good hold of phil’s head and pulled him forward for a kiss. Never had Phil felt like so impotent. The guy pulled more and  Phil blindly fallowed as they made out. Phil hands made their way around the soft body that seem oddly chill. The guy stopped and smiled at Phil who he pushed down on to a bed. Phil and other male locked eyes. With the small amount of self control Phil had left, he expressed the last though that roomed through his head.

“who are you ?“ Phil asked the guy who not even once blinked and did not waste time to settle himself on top. Phil’s member  was still way hard from the earlier interaction and slipped right into him. The guy lean forward to Phil, their face almost touched.

"Does it matter I am not even physically here.“ He moan as he lean all the way back and began to move furiously up and down. The guy placed his hands on Phil’s chest and with his thumb rubbed against Phil’s nipples. Phil grabbed onto his hips making sure that he went all the way into him to the point were their skin touched. The pleasured was immeasurable almost supernatural. If  he could, Phil wish to be like this all night filled with unexplainable indulgence. Phil grunted and kept going, snapping his hips and watching his cock go in and out of the male. Just as Phil body begun to reach his physical limit he flip the guy on to the bed and pounded harder than before. Their moans filling the room.

” Do it! you are the best one yet.“ The brunette moaned out loudly  as their bodies collided. Phil hands that were once placed on the males hip moved upward towards his neck. Phil couldn’t stop himself as he choked the guy under him. He watched the male’s face filled with joy and pleasure from the act. He  was a moaning mess underneath Phil, and  he arched his back  to meet him in the middle. That was it for phil his body couldn’t hold anymore.  Phil moan and rode of his orgasm, thrusting in and out of male before he came to a stop. He dropped over the brunet .

“Shit!, I am sorry  ” Phil said in between heavy breaths. He could feel the hard erection of the male under pressed against his skin. All that build up  made him finish much quicker. How embarrassing. He tried to sit up in order to finish off the stranger but stopped. Phil shocked quickly ganced at the male who stare back  laughing none stop . At first it was a chuckle that turn in a hysterical fit of laughter. The more he laugh the colder it got around them .Phil breath slowed down his mouth dried up and body begun to shake.

   He tried to stumble out of the bed but  brunet grasp him by the neck and  began to crush it with unnatural force. Extrem panic arouse as Phils limbs  despretly tried  to seperet him for the young man who’s appearance had change. No longer did he have Soft brown wavy hair, beautiful almond brown shape eyes and creamy tone skin. Dark very Dark  black pits for eyes and gray skin and his hair dirty with dirt like a courpse that had pop from its grave. He continued to laugh exposing the rotting insides as black bugs crawl out. Phil could only wimper as the lack of air took its toll.

#danisnotonfire #amazingphil #amazing phil #phanfiction #phanfic au #phan #phandom #cayouno #phan au #ghost #phan smut #smut #myturn

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Masterlist

Hello, yes, welcome to this list of things I have written. Most of it is smutty 18+ nonsense (and all of it is about Henry Cavill-shaped men), so if that's not you: turn around and walk away! This is not for you!

Don't copy, translate or otherwise post my work anywhere without my permission! I also explicitly forbid anyone to use my work to feed AI, that's gross and disrespectful, so please don't do the thing.

🍀- Drabble || 🌶 - Smut || 🍭- fluff || 🍷 - angst

Summary: The shenanigans of eight college guys who share a house...

(Mike, Charles, Napoleon, Sherlock, August, Sy, Marshall and Geralt - University Edition.)

Series Masterlist 🌶||🍭||🍷

Finished

Summary: Your weekend plans with August threaten to fall apart when it turns out he's been under a lot of stress. (Dom!August x fem!reader. )

Part 1 -- Part 2 -- Part 3 -- Part 4 -- Part 5 -- Part 6 🌶

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?" (Contractor!Sy x OFC (Lara))

🍂 Series masterlist 🍂 🌶 || 🍭 || 🍷

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

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...

🟣 Series masterlist 🟣 🌶 || 🍭 || 🍷

Summary: One of the best decisions August Walker ever made was sharing his princess with his college roommate Walter Marshall... (Dom!August Walker x reader // Dom!Walter Marshall x reader)

Part 1🔹Part 2🔹Part 3🔹Part 4🔹Part 5 🌶

Series summary: The cute barista from your regular coffeeshop takes a while to gather the courage to ask you out, but when he finally does... (Barista!Mike x reader)

Series Masterlist (finished) 🍭 || 🌶

Series summary: A story about two people falling in love in a time when that wasn't necessarily what they were supposed to do. (Melot x ofc (Tamsyn))

Series Masterlist (finished) 🍭|| 🍷 || 🌶

Masterlist for all @henrycavillbingo entries!

A little short (August Walker x reader) - 🌶 Summary: You try to prove August Walker isn't the boss of you. Turns out he is, and you're screwed.

Puppy love (dad!August vs. Teen Daughter) - 🍭 Summary: August is not happy when his daughter first starts dating 'that Syverson boy'. Puppy love II (dad!Syverson & son!Mike) - 🍭 Summary: Sy really can't be all that bothered that Mike is dating August Walker's daughter...

In all fairness... (Walter Marshall x reader) - 🌶 Summary: It's date night, and you found the perfect outfit... In hindsight it may have been a little too perfect.

Pumpkin Spice (barista!Walter Marshall x librarian!reader) - 🌶 Summary: You finally manage to get a date with the handsome barista from your favorite coffeeshop.

Taking cues (Mike x reader) - 🌶 Summary: Your favorite bartender offers to teach you to play pool.

Tongue-tied (Mike x reader) - 🌶 Summary: Mike has always wanted to try to tie you up...

You deserve it (Mike x reader) - 🍭 Summary: You’re feeling like shit, and Mike helps you feel less like shit. That’s it. That’s the plot.

Snowed in (Mike x reader) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: You were going to spend the weekend at your dad's cabin in the woods with your boyfriend, but he bails on you and leaves you - quite literally - out in the cold. Good thing your best friend's brother shows up...

Making a mess of Mikey (Mike x reader x Black!ofc) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: Mike is a little down in the dumps after a breakup, and you and your girlfriend try something to cheer him up that turns into a fun experiment.

Happy birthday (Mike x reader) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: Mike makes you breakfast on your birfthday...

Next door (Mike x reader) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: This new guy next door is really bugging you... Until - yet another - noise complaint one night gets a happy ending.

Jersey (hockeyplayer!Mike x reader) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: Mike thought it would be a good idea to teach you how to skate. It wasn't — so he has to come up with a different plan.

🍀 Get wet (Mike x reader) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: Mike is a little stumped that he made his girl squirt...

🍀 Not what you think (Mike x German!reader) - 🍭 || 🍷 Summary: When Mike comes home, you're looking to pick a fight. Until it turns out he hasn't been sneaking around. Well... Not like that, anyway.

🍀 Common fucking indecency (Mike x reader) - 🍭 Summary: Mike comes home from his exchange earlier than you expected, and you're real happy to see him.

Little brother AU Worth it (Walter Marshall & babybrother!Mikey) - 🍭 Summary: Walter is babysitting his little brother Mikey while their mom is away for the weekend. He’s also on a date… Astraphobia (Walter Marshall & babybrother!Mikey) - 🍭 Summary: Walter doesn't have quite the night he had planned on when a thunderstorm scares both his girlfriend and his little brother... Sunday dinner (Walter Marshall & babybrother!Mikey) - 🍷 Summary: Walter visits Mike in his dorm after the death of their mother.

Baby, it's cold outside (Napoleon Solo x OFC) - 🌶 Summary: A stewardess recognises a certain Mr. Jack Deveny from her flight earlier in the day. He just so happens to be staying at her layover-hotel.

Body Double (Syverson) - 🍭 Summary: You need to clean your house, and you get a good friend to help you...

What's the occasion? (Syverson x reader) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: You come home from a terrible day at work, thinking you have about a thousand things still on your to do list, only to find your husband has taken care of all of that, and has also made you the first thing on his to do list. The next chapter (Syverson) - 🍷 Summary: You come home to an interesting situation...

Don't knock it till you try it (Syverson x reader x Walter Marshall) - 🌶 Summary: Your friends Walter and Sy have offered to drive you home for the summer, and you have decided to turn it into a nice relaxed camping trip on the way...

Axes and O's (Syverson x reader x Walter Marshall) - 🌶 Summary: Sy invited you and Walter to his family's cabin, where you get to spend a few days alone with them before the holidays.

Fantasy AU

To become one (wood elf!Prince!Melot x dryad!OFC) - 🌶||🍭

Summary: The elven Prince Melot and his dryad lover share a lovely afternoon together in the forest.

What's in a name (wood elf!Prince!Mike x tiefling!OFC) - 🌶||🍭

Summary: At the wedding of his brother Melot, Mike is lured away by his little demon. A few months later, there is even more cause for celebration.

One of two kinds (werewolf!Geralt x halfling!Druid!OFC) - 🌶||🍭

Summary: When you find a wounded, new werewolf in the forest, you can't just leave him lying there. Perhaps the enormous man will turn out to be exactly what you needed...

#Raccoon-eyed-rebel's masterlist

[geralts-yenn]

Believe in Me - Chapter 7

chapter warnings: oral (f receiving), vampire handling? lol, p-i-v sex, talk about vampire stuff, vampire bites, talk of violence, weapons mentioned, idk, I’m bad with warnings, tell me if I missed something

word count: 4,3k

A/N: I'm back from my summer break and this is what I brought home for you. We got a tiny bit of angst, some fluff, some smut and a lot more angst. Sorry!

Inspo board for this chapter is here

Please let me know what you think - reblogs and comments are always the way to make me happy! Tumblr only works if you reblog. Help me to keep this story alive 😘

Series Masterlist

Everything around Aurora drowned in a fog. She heard August, Charles and Melot talking. Melot shouting even, but not a single word rang through to her. The only sound she noticed was her thundering heart and a high-pitched whistle that rang through her head.

At some point, she felt hands wrapping around her shoulders, and somehow she found herself sitting on the couch in the large lounge room the next moment. There was Maria sitting next to her, holding her hand and Melot on the other side, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist. 

“What’s happening next?” she heard her own voice asking, though she couldn’t remember wanting to talk at all. Melot rubbed his hand along her spine. 

“You’ll be staying here. No matter how much I want this to be wrong, August is right. You are in danger. But we’ll be working on a solution.” Aurora wasn’t happy with Melot’s answer but she trusted him and she accepted it.

Maria weighed in: “Hey, at least Charlie could convince August that I can stay with you. I won't leave you alone. Promise!” She was giving Aurora's hand a firm squeeze.

Aurora squirmed nervously on the sofa. “Uh, I might have missed parts of the conversation. Everything after August telling me I was his guest is a blur.” Her head dropped.

Melot leaned forward, pulling Aurora tighter to his side and guiding her to look at him with his fingers gently pressing on her chin. 

“August wants Charlie to be your personal bodyguard,” he explained. “I tried everything to convince him to let me do that, but August just doesn't trust me.” Frustration and anger reverberated in his voice. 

Charles took over the conversation. “I'm with you in this, okay? Don't fear that I will do anything other than protect you in any way. And I will give you two as much, uh,” he paused to share a small mischievous smile with them. “As much private space as August will allow me to.” Maria shoved an elbow into Charles' side.

“So, my dad’s a god, huh?” It should have sounded like a joke, but everyone could tell that Aurora wasn’t joking right now. She was shocked. Thirty minutes ago, she hadn’t even known gods existed. It wasn’t a far stretch, now that everyone knew about vampires. But she realized she had never thought about the existence of other unearthly creatures. 

Another time it was Charles that answered. “It was quite common a few thousand years ago that gods and humans shared their beds, and there were plenty of demigods. But there was always drama surrounding these relationships and with time, gods became more careful. They avoided getting humans pregnant. Actually, I only heard tales of half gods and I’ve been here for quite a while now.” Maria chuckled at his remark. She would have loved to ask him how long exactly, but she didn’t want to interrupt this conversation with her stupid banter. 

But Aurora was done with brooding over her situation. She really needed a break. “So my dad is some god who doesn't know about birth control, great. Do I need to know more? Do I have any superpowers? Laser eyes or something cool?” This was making Charles laugh and soon everyone joined, even Melot. 

The change of mood lifted a weight from all of their shoulders. They chose to ignore for the rest of the day the total mess that Aurora's life was and the problems that came with it. Melot wasn't supposed to work tonight, and Charlie's new job was just being with Aurora anyway.

So they ordered take out for the girls and just sat together on the couch, watching old sitcoms. They decided it was time to finally catch a breath. Melot and Aurora cuddled on the couch and listened to Maria and Charles throwing pointed remarks at each other. When Aurora was almost drifting off to sleep, Melot got up and guided her back to her room. Charles watched them getting up the stairs, giving a small nod of approval to his cousin.

“Do you want me to stay?” Melot asked, trying to hide the hope in his voice. But Aurora grabbed his shirt and pulled him into the room. “I need you to stay!” she whispered before she started kissing him. 

They both dropped on the bed. Melot did quick work with the jersey dress Aurora had hastily put on before rushing to meet August. He hummed as he took in her picture, laying in front of him, only wearing her panties. 

“You truly are a goddess!” he whispered in between pressing wet kisses over her whole body. “Let me worship you!” He rolled down the lacy fabric of her underwear and parted her legs with a gentle push at her knees. 

When Melot put his mouth on her, Aurora couldn’t help but think of what Maria had told her. ‘He really learned a thing or two over the last centuries’, she thought. Her smile only faded when she couldn’t hold back a moan any longer. His tongue was relentlessly circling her sensitive bud, only interrupting when he sucked and rolled it between his lips every now and then.

She was almost there, the tight feeling growing in her stomach, when he slipped a finger into her. 

“Oh my god! Melot!” Aurora cried out. Aurora’s eyes rolled back in her head with the way his finger just hit the right spot. And when his mouth found back to her clit, she came undone. She arched her back and her legs quivered around Melot's curls.

He got up and watched her hungrily as she lay spent on the bed.

With a blink of an eye, all his clothes were gone. Aurora gazed at the perfect body in front of her, biting her lip.

“I could get used to those vampire tricks,” she laughed.

Another blink and she was pinned against the wall. Melot held her wrists with one hand above her head while his other one took the rest of her weight effortlessly, wrapped around her thigh.

“Could you?” His voice dropped seductively. Aurora was panting as she felt his hard cock press against her. If it meant he'd take her like this, yes she could.

“Please, fuck me!” she pleaded, and Melot was eager to obey. He guided Aurora to sink down on his length. Both of them moaned into each other's mouths as Melot started to move.

Pressed against the wall, Aurora wasn't able to control anything, so she just closed her eyes and focused on taking in as much as she could of her lover. She felt Melot's cock pushing in and out, his hips crashing against her skin. His fingers digging into her flesh, his chest trapping her own frame, his soft hair brushing over her hardened buds with every jolt. She felt the sweet ache of her arms restrained in Melot's tight grip.

It didn't take long until she felt another orgasm approach. But just as she was about to fall over the edge, Melot had moved her another time. She was on the bed, on her stomach, her ass high in the air.

“This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” Melot purred as he was running his fingers along Aurora's sides until they rested on her cheeks. Then his cock was finally filling her again. 

His strokes were hard and fast now, almost desperate, and Aurora gasped as she felt him so incredibly deep inside of her. 

Melot bent forward, his mouth lapping and sucking at the soft skin of Aurora's neck. 

“I need to come, baby, or else I can't hold back any longer. Your scent is too sweet.” Melot snarled and as his fangs scraped along her skin she knew what he yearned for. And Aurora wanted him to pierce her flesh and drink from her. 

Instead, they both crashed their bodies frantically into each other. 

Melot laced his fingers with Aurora's and guided her hand to press down on her belly. A gasp escaped her as she felt him move inside of her.

Their desperate search for release was finally over when Aurora reached her high first and took Melot with her, her walls clenching around him. 

Melot dropped on the bed beside Aurora, pulling her into a tight embrace.

“You have no idea of how much I love you!” Melot's voice was hoarse as he told her what he wasn't afraid to admit any longer. 

Aurora enjoyed the pure bliss it was to lie in Melot's arms. Humming, she turned so that she was resting on his broad chest, her eyes locked with Melot's. His pupils were blown wide, almost no red visible any longer as he watched her.

“What is it that makes us feel this way, Melot? Is this real? It feels so real…” 

His fingers traced along her jaw.

“I don't care what it is, as long as it makes me feel the way I feel right now. My whole life, I thought some part of me was missing. And now I know it was you. With you beside me, I feel whole.”

They kissed for a while, then they made love another time. And just as they got out of the shower and thought they should get some sleep, Melot's phone rang.

With a groan, he took the call, August's name on the display a clear sign that he couldn't ignore it. He didn't say much, but the feelings reflected on his face told Aurora that Melot didn't like what the king had to say to his nephew.

After he ended the call, Melot ran a hand over his face. He dropped on the bed next to where Aurora sat. 

“I got the order to work a day shift. The Warriors of Light are up to something big. And I'm the only one who can spy on them while they expect us to hide from the sun.” 

“Wait, so you'll have to go now? You haven't slept a minute!” Aurora didn't want him to leave her. She needed him. There was still so much to resolve with August. And she was scared that Melot would put himself in danger.

“Technically, we don't need to sleep, my love. Though I have to admit a bit of rest would have been helpful.” When he looked into her wide eyes, he realized her fear. “Don't worry, it's just an observation job. I'll be back with you in no time.” Melot pressed a kiss on Aurora's forehead before he got up and started dressing. 

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Melot let Charles in, who took a seat in one of the armchairs in front of the fireplace.

“You need to feed from her!” he said tonelessly. Both Melot's and Aurora's head shot up to watch Charles in shock.

“What?” Melot shouted. “August would kill him!” Aurora added. But Charles shook his head.

“Look, you've been through a lot the last few days. I guess you haven't slept in a while.” Melot nodded while Charlie continued. “I have a bad feeling about that whole Warrior of Light thing. I fear this is bigger than August thinks it is. And it's a day mission. Melot, you won't be able to get help and the sun will weaken you further.” He took a deep sigh. “Feed from her. You will need the extra strength. I will stay with you and make sure you can stop. And I make sure August won't notice.”

Aurora and Melot locked their eyes, both confused about what to do. 

“Do you really think I am incapable of handling this on my own?” Melot asked, a tint of bitterness in his voice, even if he wanted nothing more than what Charles had just suggested to him.

“No, Melot. I just don't want to take a risk. Aurora needs you. And I do, too. If her blood can help to keep you safe, we need to take that chance.” 

“He's right!” Aurora acknowledged. “Please let me help you!”

Melot's gaze fell from Aurora's face to her throat, then to Charles, who nodded at him and back to Aurora. He sat down next to her and brushed a finger over her jugular that she held exposed to him.

“I wish I could, darling, but we need to be careful. August would notice new wounds on your throat, even with your godly healing abilities.” 

He took Aurora's wrist, where August's bite was still visible as two tiny red spots.

Melot kissed the soft skin of her arm. And after checking that both Aurora and Charlie were ready, he sank his fangs into her exactly at the same place as August had done.

Aurora could feel how Melot's and her own hearts were beating in unison. A warm feeling of happiness spread in her chest. Melot's pupils were blown, even more as when they had loved each other. But this time he was able to keep himself from losing his mind. This time he was prepared for the sensation of tasting her, which made it easier for him to stop.

After a few gulps, he pulled back, licking carefully over Aurora's wounds. His hands were shaking as he cupped her cheeks and kissed her softly.

“Thank you!” he gasped, barely audible to Aurora. 

They held each other in a tight embrace. Aurora felt Melot's heart race in his chest, faster than a normal human would have survived. 

Then he broke away from their embrace and walked to the door. Charles was by his side the next moment, and Melot patted him on his back, “Thank you, brother.” Then his eyes locked a last time with Aurora. “I'll be back soon. I love you.” And then he left the room. 

Charles was about to follow when Aurora called after him. “Why did you do that?” she asked.

Charles sat down next to her. “Because I love him. Just don't tell anyone! Especially not him.” Both of them chuckled.

“You know, he's a different person since he has found you. And I really like seeing him that happy. I will give everything to protect you two.”

Charlie got up again. “You should get some sleep! I will wait outside until you are awake again. Then we'll see how Maria and I can distract you from missing that fool.”

It was hours later when Aurora woke up again. She found Maria and Charles on the couch. Maria straddling Charles' thighs and Charles feeding from Maria's neck, to be precise.

“Sorry! I didn't mean to disturb you!” she said, but Maria objected that she wasn't disturbing at all. “Charlie's just having breakfast,” she said with a wide smile. 

Still feeling a bit like an intruder, Aurora took her time to prepare some cereals and pour herself a cup of coffee. Then she sat down on the far side of the couch, doing her best to ignore the other two. 

When Charles was done with feeding, he left them, saying he needed to get some things done for August. 

The two other vampires that took his place in guarding Aurora were standing at the door, watching her and Maria attentively and it felt so much more awkward as with Charles. But that's what Aurora's new life looked like and she tried to ignore it as much as she could. 

“How do you feel, sweetheart?” Maria was making herself comfortable on the couch by her side. 

“It's okay, I guess? Still not really comprehending that I'm imprisoned here. And it's a nice prison, to be fair. Especially when Melot is here with me. But I am still scared of what's to come.” Maria nodded sympathetically. 

The two girls did their best to avoid the topic of Aurora being a demigoddess, a dangerous weapon and the hostage of a vampire for the next few hours. Exploring the garden, the pool area and the entertainment system helped a lot to forget. But even all the advantages of being locked away in a large mansion of an unreasonably rich vampire got boring after a while. That's why Charles found them both studying when he got back to them.

“You know you can't go back to college anytime soon, right?” he asked with a raised eyebrow that made Maria roll back her eyes dramatically. “Doesn't mean she shouldn't use her brain anymore, does it?” 

Aurora would have laughed about those two, still denying that they liked each other, but as it was almost midnight by now, she was starting to get nervous. Melot's job was supposed to be done during daytime. He should have been home by now. Aurora hoped that at least Charlie had heard from him, but he had to disappoint her. “I'm sorry! I tried to call him but he wouldn't answer. He only sent me a message that he'd call back later.”

Aurora checked her own phone once more, but there weren't any messages from Melot, so she tried to distract herself by going through her essay once more. 

Another hour later, August entered the lounge room. The same as the last time she had met him, Aurora noticed that the room felt colder suddenly and a tension was filling her soul.

Everyone sank their heads as they greeted him, but August just waved with his long fingers to show them they could relax. 

When his gaze fell onto the girls, he frowned. “You won't be back to studying, Aurora. Did you not understand?” Charles chuckled and told his uncle that he already pointed this out, and Aurora saw how Maria bit her lip to suppress the same comment she had snapped at Charles earlier. 

August's eyes were still locked on Aurora and Maria. “Not to appear patronizing, but ladies, I am a person who cares very deeply about aesthetics. Would you please adjust your wardrobe to my standards? I can't accept you hanging around here in sweatpants.” He opened his wallet and took out a credit card, throwing it onto the coffee table. “Charles, could you please help them find appropriate apparel?” Without waiting for an answer, he left the room. Maria looked from Aurora to Charles and broke out in laughter. “He's serious, right?” 

Charles' smile widened. “Dead serious! He loves to gather nice-looking things around him. Go shopping, ladies!” He took Maria's laptop and opened a website full of lingerie that cost almost as much as the rent of Maria's apartment. With a wink, he turned the computer back to the girls. 

As the night went on, Aurora got more and more nervous. Melot still wasn't home, he didn't answer calls. Charles tried to calm her, saying that this wasn't something unusual. Sometimes a job just didn't work out as planned. Maria finally managed to convince Aurora that she needed some sleep when the sky was already turning bright. And Aurora drifted away to sleep way faster than she expected.

The clock on the bedside table showed 5:34pm when she woke up again. Immediately she grabbed her phone, but there were still no messages or calls. She didn't bother to get out of her pajamas. When she got out of her room, Mike got up from the chair that was standing next to her door. So it was his turn to guard her. Aurora ignored him, running down the stairs where she found Charles. 

He was running up and down the room, his phone pressed to his ear. When his eyes met Aurora's she knew immediately that Charles' patience was gone by now, too. He was looking concerned. 

“Aurora! Did he call you?” He already knew the answer but he had to ask anyway. As she shook her head and tears gathered in her eyes, he wrapped his arms around her.

“Damn! I'll talk to August! I'm taking a team to the warehouse. We'll get him.”

He was waving at Mike, who was still standing at the stairs. Even the usually so cheerful vampire had a hint of panic in his expression.

“Mikey, take her to Maria's room and keep watching them.” Mike nodded and guided Aurora back up the stairs.

Charles was gone before Aurora set her foot on the first step. He knocked at August's door, not caring that the king didn't like to be bothered in his private rooms.

“Come in, Charles!” he heard the king saying, the annoyance clearly notable in his voice.

Charles took a deep breath and opened the door. It wouldn’t be easy to talk to August, but they had to do something about Melot. No matter what caused him to stay away so long, if he were safe, he would have called by now.

“Melot and you make it quite the habit to disturb me way too early into the night. I don’t like that! So please tell me it’s something important”

August was sitting in his bed, his back rested against the headboard. Tight-lipped, he watched as Charles bowed before him.

“Melot is still not back. It’s been more than 24 hours since I last heard from him, and that was only a brief message. I really think he’s in trouble. August, please, let me take some of your men to get him.” The king brushed with his fingers over his mustache. 

“You’re not very confident in your cousin's abilities, Charles. I think we should give Melot a chance to work things out on his own.” August didn’t seem to be concerned in any way by Melot’s disappearance. Charles couldn’t believe it, and his anger made him talk without thinking.

“What’s wrong with you, August? You are always talking about us as a family. But you treat us like we are your servants. And especially Melot always gets your anger and disapproval, no matter what he does. Why can’t you be supportive of him for once? He needs your help!”

August rose from his bed and was next to Charles in a second. But to Charles surprise, he didn’t rip out his throat. Instead, he guided Charles to sit down and took the chair next to him.

“Listen, I may be appearing hostile to you, but it’s all for your own good. This is the way I support you. You are learning so much more if you can’t rely on me all the time. If you need to work out things on your own. You are important to me. All of you that I gather around me. You are my family. And Melot - he is special. He is capable of more than he knows. More than any of us knows. And with my constant criticism, I can bring him into the position that he once will need to take. He needs to find out how incredibly talented he is. I can’t do that for him.”

It isn’t very often that Charles was left speechless but at this moment he was. That was not what he had expected to hear after he had lost his temper with the king. He couldn’t believe that he wasn’t supposed to be punished for his words. 

“Thank you for your honesty, your majesty. But please let me take at least Syverson and Marshall to the warehouse and see what’s happening there. Your safety is in danger, too, as long as the Warriors of Light are still working on their plans.”

After a moment of thinking, August replied, shaking his head. “Syverson and Marshall are needed at the club. But you can take Mike and Will. Go see what is happening but don’t make it a bloodbath. We need to be careful, we’re bound to laws now. People are still fearing us and we want this to change.”

Charles was thankful that he got the approval to get Melot and he didn't want to lose another minute. "What about Aurora?" he asked, realizing that there won't be anyone to guard her.

"I will take care of her myself." August got dressed as the other vampire watched him suspiciously. "Don't look at me like this." The king chuckled deeply. "She's Melot's. I won't touch her. I'm not a monster."

It took Charles only a minute to gather everyone and everything in the living room. All sorts of weapons were splayed out on the kitchen counter. Charles, Mike and Will were dividing them amongst each other while discussing plans.

Aurora was balled up on the couch, crying her heart out, Maria giving her best to spend some comfort to her friend. August was leaning against a wall watching them all calmly.

And then there was this sound. Aurora's head shot up. Would Melot use the doorbell if he was back? Probably not, but that didn't stop her hoping that it was her boyfriend. 

Charles looked at August with a frown. "We don't get visitors that need to use the gate often." He explained to Maria and Aurora as he walked to the entrance. When he switched on the monitor, Aurora gasped.

"I need to talk to the king!" said the woman standing at the gate. Aurora started crying again.

"It's Tara. My sister." It was not the time to argue with her family about her living situation with vampires. And Charles must have thought the same. He answered through the intercom.

"Tara, Aurora is here on her own accord. We won't be discussing her decision with you. Please leave our property." But Tara was shaking her head. 

"I'm not here because of Aurora. I'm here because of Melot. He needs your help."

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Part 8

#believe in me #vampire au #melot x ofc #melot fanfiction #modern au melot #vampire!melot #vampire!charles #vampire!august #my writing

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NEW MASTERLIST CAN BE FOUND HERE

MASTERLIST

Ongoing Multi chapter series:

Believe in me (modern AU vampire!Melot/ofc) 🌩 🔥 💕

Hearts Too Big universe

Complete list by character:

Believe in me (modern AU vampire!Melot/ofc) 🌩 🔥 💕

Ray of Sunshine (modern AU Melot/ofc) 🔥 💕

summary: just some fluffy, smutty summer dream with a tattooed biker Melot

Hearts Too Big (modern AU Melot/ofc/Mike) 🌩 🔥 💕

summary: Nina goes on a camping trip with her boyfriend Mel and his cute neighbor Mike. Plenty of feelings - that’s the whole plot

Bubbles (drabble; modern AU Melot/ofc/Mike) 🔥 💕

Bottom (drabble; modern AU Melot/ofc/Mike) 🔥 💕

bonfire (Sy/reader) 🌩 🔥 💕

summary: After months you finally see Sy again. But how will he react to you after he cancelled his date before he left?

Something like that (Sy/reader) 🔥 💕

summary: follow-up of bonfire - Sy finally takes you on a date

Part 1, Part 2

mother's day (drabble; Sy/reader) 💕

Yearning (drabble; Sy/reader) 🌩 💕

 the natural thing to do  (Mikey/reader) 🔥 💕

summary: After another breakup, instead of your best friend you only find her brother Mikey at her home. The guy you had a crush on since you were 12…

pranked (Mikey/reader) 🔥 💕

summary: your babysitter job took some turns that you couldn't have forseen...

caught for sillyrabbit81’s milestone celebration 2023 (Mikey/reader) 🔥 💕

follow-up of pranked, but both stories can be read separately

date night with Mikey (drabble; Mikey/reader) 💕

ice cream, brownies and a hug (drabble; Mikey/reader) 💕

Hearts Too Big (modern AU Melot/ofc/Mike) 🌩 🔥 💕

summary: Nina goes on a camping trip with her boyfriend Mel and his cute neighbor Mike. Plenty of feelings - that’s the whole plot

Bubbles (drabble; modern AU Melot/ofc/Mike) 🔥 💕

Bottom (drabble; modern AU Melot/ofc/Mike) 🔥 💕

Fakin' it (Mikey/reader) 🌩 🔥 💕

summary: To win back your ex-boyfriend, you decide to fake date your best friend. What could go wrong? 

Zoom (mini drabble; Mikey/reader) 💕

anahita (Napoleon Solo/ofc) 🔥

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

Your majesty (drabble; VampireKing!August/reader) 🔥

a lesson in obedience (VampireKing!August/reader/ofc) 🔥

Believe in me (modern AU vampire!Melot/ofc) 🌩 🔥 💕

Believe in me (modern AU vampire!Melot/ofc) 🌩 🔥 💕

I need you now (Evan Marshall/reader) 💕

summary: After an accident your cute neighbor takes care of you

Brothers and Beers (drabble; Evan Marshall/reader) 💕 (Evan's pov on 'I need you now')

Fighting demons (Evan Marshall/reader) 🌩 🔥 💕 part 2 of 'I need you now'

summary: You've been in a relationship with Evan for a while now, but somehow you are still stuck on first base. You start questioning if he's really that into you.

Headcanons / multiple characters:

Lazy morning sex 🔥

Inspo boards for my stories

Fluff = 💕 Smut = 🔥 Angst = 🌩

Collection of all my stories - follow to get notificated on new fics:

Yenn-writes

#masterlist #my writing #yenn writes

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Bubbles

Modern AU Melot (Tristan&Isolde) x OFC x Mike (Hellraiser)

summary: Just some morning bliss and Melot and Mike being stupid. Yeah, and smut, of course. 

warnings: vaginal fingering, anal fingering (M receiving) oral (F/M, M/F ), vaginal sex, cream pie

word count: 842

A/N: I promised some more glimpses into the life of Nina, Mel and Mike and this is the first one.

And as the wonderful @ellethespaceunicorn celebrates their birthday today,... This is for you, Elle ❤ You're such a great supporter for me, and you're a wonderful person, and I am so, so glad that I have you in my life 😘

I know you love my little throuple, so I hope I can make you happy with this. Because you deserve all the happiness ❤

Your head was resting on Mikey's stomach, and even if you were still half asleep, you couldn't keep your hands to you, slowly brushing your fingers along his cock. 

As they made their way up to his tip, you played with the metal ring that pierced his flesh.

A hiss came from Mike and your head shot up to check on him. “Did I hurt you?” you asked, but the look on your boyfriend's face told you, you had nothing to be sorry for. A smirk was plastered on his beautiful face.

“Quite the contrary, Mel! Go on!” Your head went back to its place on Mike's tummy, and you resumed your explorations.  

When you circled the sensitive skin at the root of his head, you noticed the bead forming at his pierced slit. And another one on the other side of the canal that held the titanium ring. 

You were about to dart out your tongue and lick them from his soft skin when you noticed something that made you hesitate.

“Uhm, Mike, is your pre-cum supposed to make bubbles?” Yeah, this was one of those sentences you would have never guessed you'd use. 

Mike let out a loud laugh, making his dick bounce between your fingers.

“It sometimes happens,” he reassured you. Heat crawled up your neck, and you felt your ears reddening, feeling stupid to ask something like that. 

But Mike sensed your discomfort and combed his fingers through your hair to soothe you.

“I didn't know either. First time I noticed it, I panicked, totally freaked out, to be honest. And Google wasn't really helpful at all. You don't want to know what I saw. So I had to call the piercing studio and embarrass myself another time. I should get used to getting into situations like this by now.” 

Now both of you were chuckling. Which apparently made your girlfriend curious. Nina's head appeared in the door frame, her eyebrows shooting up as she saw Melot hovering over Mike's cock. “What are you two up to?” she asked with a mischievous smirk. And without waiting for an answer, she crawled onto the bed, kissing Mike first before she moved down to you. When she pulled away from your lips, your smirk reappeared on your face.

“Look at this, Nina!” you told her and moved Mike's dick over to her face. “Pre-cum bubbles!” You sounded as if it were the cutest thing you had ever seen. And somehow it was. 

Nina just giggled and shook her head. “Can't you just suck dick like normal people?” she asked the two of you, and then her tongue lapped over Mikey's tip, licking up all the bubbles. 

Mike let out a moan and retorted: “I was about to complain that you two should stop staring and start sucking. Thank you, Nina!” 

Encouraged by Mike, Nina's mouth closed around his cock, making yours twitch while watching her moving up and down on him. You rose on your knees and pulled Nina's leg over Mike. Her pussy hovering over his face, you grabbed the elastics of her panties and just ripped them from her hips, making both Mike and Nina moan. Mike bit on his lip as he watched you working Nina open with your fingers. 

“Fuck!” You were somewhere between shouting and growling when Mike finally took pity on you and his hand wrapped around your throbbing cock. 

The three of you moved in a steady rhythm, both chasing your own high and trying your best to make the others feel just as good. 

Mike guided you to kneel behind Nina and rubbed the tip of your cock along her wet folds.

“Oh yes, please, I need a cock inside of me!” Nina pleaded, and so you pushed forwards, stretching her open. 

To add to the sensation, Mike leaned his head up, his mouth alternating between lapping on Nina's clit, enticing the sweetest sounds out of her, and sucking your balls. Right when you thought you couldn't handle any more of this without cuming, you heard the familiar sound of lube getting pressed out of the plastic bottle. And the next moment there was this cold, sloppy wetness between your cheeks that you both anticipated and feared.

“Breathe!” Mike told you, and so you did, trying to relax. You felt his finger enter you. Damn, this was just so much. You desperately sank your teeth into Nina's shoulder, trying to distract you from the tension that was building inside of you. But as Mike added a second finger and pumped them into your sensitive canal, you couldn't hold back anymore. 

You threw your head back, grunting through gritted teeth as you filled Nina's pussy with your seed. After another few slow pumps where Nina milked the last drops of cum from you, you withdrew yourself, trying to catch a breath and process the overstimulation. 

Sitting back on your heels, you watched as Mike grabbed Nina's hips, pulled her down onto his mouth and licked your cum out of her sweet little pussy.

#hearts too big #drabble #htb drabble #my writing #modern au melot #mikey hellraiser #polycule

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Ray of Sunshine

Modern AU Melot (Tristan&Isolde) x OFC (second person pov)

summary: just some simple fluff and smut containing a beach, a bonfire, a guitar, a motorbike and a tattooed guy

warnings: alcohol and drug use, fingering, oral (f receiving), protected p-i-v sex

word count: 3,1k

A/N: My lovely @raccoon-eyed-rebel finally made it! She worked through the same new years eve party eight times with all of the 8 lovely inhabitants of 179 Crescent Street. I am so proud of you, babe!

You really deserve a treat for that one!

So I wrote this one just for you, Nina - hope you like my Nina-indulgent Melot 💜🖤

“Come on, Isa, I am already in my pajamas. I'm pretty sure you'll live if I don’t join you.“ Isa whined a little more into your ear, but in the end she said goodbye and you were finally able to sink onto your couch and drown in your misery. You were so awfully tired. You struggled with your classes, with your job and with your life. 

You zapped through the TV channels, but nothing could get through to you. Frustrated, you grabbed your book and tried to read, but when you realized you were staring at the same words for minutes you gave up.

“Fuck it!” you told yourself, got up and changed into some shirt and jeans. This should be enough for a beach party. 

When you arrived, you knew that it had been the right decision. The sounds of laughter, conversations and a girl singing to a guitar reached you as well as the scent of fire and marijuana that wafted through the air. Your mood was already better than it had been all week.

“Nina!” you heard a cheering voice and in the next moment Isa hung around your neck. “You changed your mind!” 

Isa and you got back to the bonfire and she handed you a bottle of beer.

As the night went on you felt at ease, surrounded by happy people, music and the sound of the ocean. Isa handed you a joint and you took a long drag before you passed it on to the girl next to you. You were really glad that Isa had asked you to join her, finally your head had stopped ruminating for a while.

After some time you heard the sounds of bike engines. You looked over to Isa. “Tristan is coming?” you asked with a smile. You really liked Isa's new boyfriend. She has been so happy ever since she met him. You had never seen her so much in love. 

“I hope so. He didn't know if he could make it.” Just a minute later you saw two guys parking their bikes at the side of the road nearby. Both men left their helmets and leather jackets on their bikes and headed over to the party.

Your eyes widened when you realized it was not only Tristan who came to join you, but also his foster brother Mel. You had met him a couple of times before, and to say that you had a huge crush on him was an understatement. 

Which was no surprise because who wouldn't fall for him, looking so damn handsome with his long curls and his cute face covered with something that was more than stubble but not enough to really call it a beard. 

You watched him approaching the fire. He looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine, rugged and impossibly cool. He wore some ripped jeans and a black tank top that allowed you to ogle over his tattooed arms. It was just rude how good he was looking.

Isa got up and ran over to the men, jumping right into Tristan's arms. They immediately started kissing as if they were alone and not standing in the middle of a whole crowd of people.

Mel just chuckled and continued to walk. When he reached the bonfire he glanced around and when he saw you he smiled and dropped at the spot Isa had left seconds before.

“Hey Nina, nice to see you again.” Your heart skipped a beat when he gave you a hug. You were glad that you were intoxicated just in the right amount, so you'd be able to talk to him without being too nervous. And so you did. 

He asked you about college and your job but you didn't want to talk too much about that as it was too frustrating. So, when you both saw Tristan and Isa leave the party for a more quiet place, you took the opportunity and talked about them. 

Mel told you that Tristan, as Isa, was very much in love, almost unrecognizable, but that it did him really good. “He's a completely different person. He's so happy, it almost makes me puke sometimes.” Mel chuckled deeply, a sound that made you shiver.

“Yeah, I know what you mean, it's awful how cheerful Isa is at the moment. It's so sweet, you get a toothache just from watching.”

Mel and you continued your conversation and you couldn't help but notice how he looked at you. His eyes were following every one of your movements, and every once in a while he shifted and seemed to get nearer to your side.

You tried to ignore the hopeful feeling that built in your stomach. You didn't want to add another disappointment to your life right now.

The girl that had played the guitar stopped and put the instrument against a rock. 

Mel got up and went over to her. “Hey, do you mind if I play for a while?” he asked her. 

You weren't aware that he knew how to play, and you were more than thrilled to see him doing so.

Mel sat down again beside you and you watched as his fingers started to move expertly over the strings. The sight of his hands and arms moving over the instrument and his face in a deep frown, eyes closed in concentration, made you melt completely in adoration for him. You thought you couldn't fall harder for him until he started to sing. His voice was deep and rich, and your whole body was covered in goosebumps as soon as you heard him.

Everyone else around you disappeared from your vision, it was just Mel and you, the fire, the sea and your racing heart.

And then you listened to the lyrics of his song:

She enters the room and all eyes are on her Her tales bring joy and her smile is pure Her voice, a melody that touches the soul All fears melt away, you feel whole

She's the perfect blend of light-hearted, cute, and beautiful No one else compares, she's truly wonderful With her around, life is always bright

So here's to the girl with the rainbow hair You're a ray of sunshine, beyond compare May your radiance never dim, shine on with all your might For there's no one else like you, you are my light.

Your mouth fell open when he sang the last verse. You just blinked at him, unable to form a thought and not even realizing that you had stopped breathing.

Mel put down the guitar, leaned over to you and let his hands run through your colorful strands of hair. His face was so near, you could feel his breath.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered, the words coming out soft as the sound of the ocean.

You nodded, your eyes closing as Mel leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, and pulling you in close. 

You kissed for what felt like an eternity before you finally pulled back and looked into Mel's eyes. His pupils were blown wide. 

He got up and held his hand out to you. “Come with me?” he asked you and you were happy to follow him to the outskirts of the party, where the noise of the people faded. 

He sat down on the sand and pulled you in his lap.

“I've wanted to kiss you so bad since I first saw you,” he told you. And as if to prove it, his mouth was on yours again. 

Although you were far away from the fire now, you felt heat pooling in your center. Your hands traveled over Mel's arms and neck and finally settled in his chocolate curls. 

Mel pressed his hands firm on your hips and as you grinded against him, you could feel him growing under you.

Your hands moved to his chest and you pressed against his hard pecs, parting your face from his. 

A small whine escaped him when you denied him another kiss.

“Take me somewhere else, Mel!” you requested with a smile.

He looked at you, confused.

“What? Why?” He almost sounded like a child who got told to stop playing with his favorite toy. And the puppy eyes he gave you melted your heart.

You chuckled and played with the collar of his shirt.

“Because fucking on the beach is only fun in movies and cheesy novels.” you explained with a wink.

Mel's eyes got wide when realization hit him and he got up so fast that a loud laugh escaped you.

You both walked over to his bike, holding hands, and he gave you his helmet and jacket. You climbed onto the seat behind him and wrapped your arms tight around his waist. Mel brushed his fingers over your hands and turned to check that you were seated comfortably.

The vibrations when he started the engine made you bite your lip. Mel was driving along the ocean road. The wind was blowing through your hair and you felt free and happy like never before.

When Mel turned into a driveway and stopped his bike, you were almost sad that your ride was already over. But as Mel wrapped his arm around your waist and started to kiss you, you knew what came next would be even better than this motorcycle ride. You both couldn’t stop with kisses and touches as you made your way upstairs to Mel's apartment.

Mel opened the door and guided you to go first. He gestured with his arm and even bowed slightly. 

“Welcome to my castle!” he said and you giggled at the silly comment.

“So, are you a prince or a robber baron?” Mel's smile grew over his face. 

“Guess tonight I was the minstrel” You both laughed. And you knew that seeing him like this, as an absolutely adorable dork, you would just fall harder for him.

His apartment was small but cozy. You always loved to see someone’s home for the first time, as you thought it gave away a lot about the owner. There was a dark leather couch that looked comfy, a small kitchenette, a big bed with disheveled sheets, quite an impressive bookshelf, two guitars hanging on the wall and, surprising you, a lot of well-kept plants. You really liked what you saw.

Mel guided you to sit on the couch. “Can I get you something to drink?” he asked as he was walking over to a vintage record player and put on some music.

“No, just come here and kiss me.” you told him. That Mel didn’t need to be told twice. He sat down next to you and pulled you close. His hands rested on your hips as you started kissing again. 

But soon both of you got impatient. You climbed onto Mel's lap and your hands tugged on his shirt. Mel took your hint and pulled it over his head. As you saw his wide bare chest, you couldn’t hold back a gasp. You sank your hands on his pecs and traced the tattoos that covered his skin with your fingers. 

Damn, you wanted him so badly. So you got up and pulled him with you as you made your way to his bed. You unbuttoned your jeans and roll them down your legs. Mel let out a small growl as his hands brushed down your naked thighs. His eyes traveled over your whole body and he leaned down to you and whispered: “Nina, you're fucking gorgeous.”

You answered him with another hungry kiss and hands that wandered all over his body. 

Hastily, you worked on the belt of his jeans. “We need to get rid of those, baby!” you told him. Both of you were fumbling with his buttons until his pants finally dropped to the floor. Next, Mel took care to remove your shirt. Your underwear were the last bits of fabric that needed to go, and when that was done, both of you dropped onto the bed, relishing the feeling of skin on skin.

Mel's lips trailed along your neck while his hands were on your rib cage, one of his thumbs carefully brushing over the curve of your breast. He sank a little lower and took one of your nipples in his mouth. The sensation of his warm tongue made you moan. You nuzzled your face into his dark curls, taking in the scent of his cologne that clung to his hair. 

Mel's fingers slowly trailed down your side to your hip bone, resting there for a few seconds and drawing circles on your skin. Then he changed direction and his hand found its way between your thighs. 

When his calloused fingers ran through your wet folds, you both groaned. His movements were as skillful between your legs as they were with the guitar. While his thumb took care of your clit, two fingers pumped into you and you soon felt tension building in your core.

You felt his erection pressing against your thigh and your hand sank down to touch him. But as you wrapped your fingers around his cock, Mel withdrew himself. 

“No, sweetheart, not yet. I want to take care of you first, I want to cherish you!“ 

He pressed your shoulder down onto the bed and started to place feathery kisses on you. From your temple over your jaw, down your throat to your sternum and then going down to your belly, he was exploring your body with his lips. Mel looked up at you teasingly as you both knew where you wanted him to move his lips next. 

“There’s so many things that I want to do to you!” he whispered with a deep, raspy voice. “Please tell me what you want me to do!” His eyes were dark as they rested on you.

“I want your mouth between my legs!” you replied, almost whining. Mel smiled contently when he heard you pleading and obeyed. He began with soft, chaste kisses on your inner thighs that soon changed to needy sucks and small bites. His mouth slowly approached your core with every kiss until he finally found your wet folds. He flattened his tongue as he lapped through them.

And as if your taste awoke something in him, he finally stopped his teasing and he dove right in, devouring you like he was starving. His mouth worked on your clit just in the right way to make you squirm beneath him. You were already on the edge when he dived his tongue into you, his thumb replacing its spot on your pearl. 

“Oh, fuck, Mel, don’t stop!” you cried out and Mel did his best to follow your wish and fucked you with his tongue while his thumb rubbed over your clit in just the perfect pace and pressure. Mel worked you up so fast and intense like you had never experienced before when you were eaten out and you came hard, screaming his name and arching your back. 

With small kitten licks he guided you through your orgasm until you were able to move again and you pulled him up to you. As Mel bent down to kiss you, you felt his shaft pressing against your stomach, twitching between your bodies.

“If you really want to take care of me, you better shove that cock into me soon!” you said, and Mel chuckled mischievously at it. 

“How can I deny you anything like this when you look so gorgeously spent.” After another ravishing kiss, Mel pulled a condom out of the drawers of his nightstand. He knelt between your spread legs and slowly pumped himself, while his eyes never left yours. Swiftly he wrapped himself with the latex and then he sank down onto you again. 

You felt the tip of his cock running along your slit and then slowly pushing into you. He spread your walls and when he was fully buried in you, he stopped his movements. Mel pressed his forehead against yours and you drowned in the dark pools that were his eyes.

That moment felt like the world had stopped turning, everything felt like it was in slow motion. You took in the music playing in the background, accompanied by Mel’s panting breaths, the mixed scents of cologne, fire and sweat, and the salty taste of Mel's skin that still lingered on your tongue. And then you felt him move inside of you. 

He started with long and slow rhythmic thrusts that made you squirm under him. You wrapped your legs around his waist and grabbed him at his shoulders, trying to feel him as deep as possible. 

Accompanied by breathy moans, Mel bit by bit increased his pace. Soon he was pounding into you erratically. He bent your legs over his shoulders and with the new angle he hit you exactly where you needed him with every stroke. 

You were losing your composure, with every move your moans got louder as you felt your climax approaching. Mel lost his rhythm, too, he was rutting into you desperately now. Pearls of sweat ran down his temples. You watched how his cock disappeared into your body, how his hand kneaded your breast firmly, how he hovered over you, mouth agape.

Mel felt your walls clenching around his cock and he responded by jerking his hips into you hard. You were finally falling apart under him, your legs trembling as you felt your release rush through your body. With a whimper, Mel pushed one last time hard into you and reached his own peak. 

Slowly, Mel retreated and left your cunt gripping around nothing. He slumped onto the bed next to you and reached for your hand. You entwined your fingers, both still catching your breaths. 

A ray of sunshine was falling onto your face, disturbing your sleep. You blinked a few times, not yet really conscious. The sun was way too bright, so you shut your eyes again. But you enjoyed the other sensations that you took in. There was the scent of fresh coffee, the warmth of the sheets you were buried in and the tunes of a guitar playing softly.  

As you slowly stretched your arms with a yawn, the guitar stopped playing and soon you felt the mattress dip beside you and a warm hand was softly stroking over your back. Mel’s face appeared above you, he cupped your cheeks and pressed a kiss onto your mouth.

“Good morning, sunshine!” he whispered in your ear before he pressed more kisses all over your face. He lay down and pulled you in his embrace.

“Hey!“ you answered simply and just blinked at him, smiling uncontrollably.

#modern au melot #ray of sunshine #my writing #raccoon eyed rebel #this one's for you

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Chapter 12

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Pairing: Melot x OFC (Tamsyn)

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: Here we go: SMUT, 18+, NSFW, MINORS DNI. p-in-v sex, fingering (vaginal), handjob, oral (m receiving), angst. Historical inaccuracies, probably.

A/N: And there we have it. The conclusion - and that one night you horny bitches have been waiting for. Our lovebirds' wedding night... I can't believe it's over. They've been through so much, and now they're finally together forever... (Excuse me while I shamelessly bawl my eyes out over my own damn fic lmfao) Enjoy <3

You stood there, helplessly, in the dimly lit room, praying for some strength and courage as you looked at your new bride. The terrified look in her eyes, you feared would be etched into your memory forever. You knew of your duties as a husband, but how could you when she was so clearly frightened. With swift, decisive, and mostly very thoroughly practiced motions, you unbuckled the belt that held your sword, and put it away. Hopefully, you would have no further use for it tonight.

“What happens now?” Tamsyn whispered so softly that you barely heard her voice at all. A few careful steps closed the distance between the two of you, and you put your hands on her waist. Gerant had been right, after all; she seemed rather clueless when it came to the specifics of the time that lay ahead of her. “I wasn’t told much more than that you are my husband, and if you touch me, I should yield to your wishes, even if it hurts.”

Her words cut through you like a knife, as you were still vehemently opposed to the notion of causing her pain. “I don’t want it to hurt you,” you spoke plainly as you wrapped your arms around her.

“I know, Melot,” she said timidly, “but it appears to be a rather necessary part in the consummation of our union as man and wife.”

“Look at me, Tamsyn,” you said sternly as you placed a hand on either side of her face. “I will not hurt you. I simply refuse.” Your words seemed to calm her down, and you stood there for a while, in silence, holding each other, until a thought occurred to you: Tamsyn was now your wife.

“I can kiss you now, whenever I want,” you muttered – to which she responded with a laugh.

“Personally, I like to think it is of some importance to you that I am equally as willing to partake in such endeavours,” she said softly, her eyes holding the familiar kindness that she had always displayed. It shone brightly through the fear and nervousness that had seemed to have been carved so firmly into her features only moments ago.

“You can stop me anytime,” you replied as you moved closer and closer to her.

When your lips touched hers, you moaned immediately. As exciting as the kisses you had exchanged in secret had been, the knowledge that no one could ever take her away from you again made this one feel infinitely better in every conceivable way. If anyone came in now, and found you like this, you would simply send them on their way, after scolding them for disturbing you and your very own wife, on your very own wedding night.

With great care, your fingers sought out the ribbons that had been keeping her hair in the intricate up do she had worn at the wedding, and attempted to undo the knot in them. It proved impossible, and you both laughed at your clumsiness as you tried again and again, failing every single time. Finally, she pushed your hands out of the way, and with one swift motion untied the ribbons, sending part of her hair cascading down her shoulders. Grabbing her hand and pulling her along, you made your way to your bed, and she hesitantly followed, a puzzled look appearing in her eyes as you sat her down on the edge, and joined her by her side.

“Turn around,” you said, followed by a gesture that indicated which way you wanted her to move – facing away from you, so that you had access to her hair. Now that you could see what you were doing, the many plaits were much more easily loosened, and her hair hung completely loose on her back. “Look at me, my darling wife.”

As she turned around, you gasped quietly as the strands of her hair fell around her head. You hadn’t seen her like this before, and you impatiently ran your fingers through the loose tresses before pulling her face to yours again. As you kissed her, she fussed with the braids in your hair, undoing them with much less trouble than you had hers. That, apparently, was the extent of her courage, because her hands lingered in your hair as your tongues danced once again, still learning new things as they wandered, slipping past each other with amorous vigour.

Your wandering hands were met with hesitation and – eventually – nervous rejection.

“I’m scared,” she admitted begrudgingly. Her words shattered your heart. It had never been your intention to exacerbate her fright. Immediately, your hands stilled, and you looked deeply into the eyes of your beloved.

“Please, don’t be. My love, words cannot describe how I long to touch you, but I want you to feel comfortable.” Every last one of your words was true, though you found it increasingly difficult to keep yourself from acting on your deepest desires; to feel her skin beneath your fingertips, finally learning if she was as warm and smooth as she had always been in your most daring dreams. “You told me before that I am not alone in my wish to know each other intimately. Now, you can surrender to your desires, my love, I beg you; yield not to my touch, but to your own urges.” The tone in which you spoke surprised you; your voice thick with longing – hoarse and low, almost a grunt. You leaned your forehead against hers, while your hand rested lightly on her cheek.

“What if I refuse?” Her voice was small, the words falling from trembling lips as she looked at you – still terrified.

“I will respect your wishes,” you promised solemnly.

“Do you not wish to be truly married to me?” she asked suddenly. These infernal women and their inimitable trains of thought!

“Of course I do,” you sighed in exasperation. “What do you want me to do? Force you to consummate our marriage, despite your obvious fears? Wouldn’t you despise me forever?” Your thumb gently caressed her cheek, and after a few moments, she leaned her head into your touch, covering your hand with hers.

“Kiss me, Melot,” she whispered, “kiss me like you did last time. I wasn’t afraid, then, why should I be now?” You weren’t quite sure if those last words were aimed at you, or mostly at herself, but you were more than happy to heed her request.

This time, she allowed herself to be swept up in the kiss as much as you were. Gently, you pulled her further onto your bed.

After carefully laying you down on his bed, Melot resumed his endeavour to kiss you, and he seemed to have set out to rid you completely of all your senses. Soon, you were moaning loudly against his soft lips, the stubble on his jaw and chin scraping your skin in a way that was somehow enticing. Rough hands trailed your sides, fingers eagerly digging into your body, impatient to meet the flesh that lay beneath the fabric of your clothes.

A moan slipped from your lips as his hands left your body to loosen the laces that kept him clothed – they impatiently worked to bare his chest before returning to you. He leaned over you again, only to be met with a decisive push against his sternum while your other hand travelled over the scar on his shoulder. Slowly, you rose off the bed, supporting yourself with your elbow, and pressed your lips to the jagged pink line on his skin.

“It’s healed beautifully,” you spoke without thinking much. Above you, Melot grinned. “It was well taken care of,” he spoke softly before lowering his head to make your lips meet again.

Your fingers weaved into his curls, pulling him tighter as he deepened your kiss, gently exploring your mouth with his tongue as he had a few times before, but this time without the restraint he had been forced to show the previous times. Slowly, your hands moved away from his hair, travelling down his back until they rested at his waist. During your time taking care of him, you had often wondered – and caught some glimpses of – what his skin would feel like beneath your fingertips, and now that you finally had your answer, you thought you might never stop touching him.

With one hand, Melot undid the lacing of your gown, not yet attempting to remove the garment completely. Instead, his fingers gingerly trailed the neckline of the dress in a silent bid for permission. After taking in a deep breath, you granted it to him, gasping quietly when his fingers dipped beneath the fabric, exploring the skin of your breasts. His touch raised goosebumps on your skin, your nipples tightening against the smooth fabric as his hands inched closer ever so slowly.

“Please, my love, let me look at you,” he begged, an edge of desperation to his voice you hadn’t heard before. The sound of it warmed your heart in an unusual way, and you gladly granted him his wish. His lips sought out the sensitive skin of your neck while he pushed the fabric off your shoulders until your chest was exposed to him.

He did not stop there, and you did not want him to. Instead, you let him have his way with your gown until he discarded the fabric next to the bed, along with any other garments you were wearing. Strangely enough, none of the fear that you had felt before remained as Melot slowly acquainted himself with your body. First, his fingers trailed lightly over your chest, hesitantly exploring the pebbled skin of your nipples, leaving you gasping at the new sensation. With great care, he planted a trail of kisses along your neck and collarbone, and you quivered every time you felt the gentle touch of his mouth on your skin.

Melot moaned softly as his mouth enveloped your nipple. It startled you, though not as much as the hand that travelled further south, until it drew small, slow circles through the hair on your mound before slipping between your legs – or rather: attempting to, because you clenched your thighs together with all your might. He raised his head, a sweet smile adorning his face as he chuckled.

“Don’t be afraid, darling,” he said, his voice as honeyed as his facial expression.

Not quite reluctantly, but not precisely enthusiastically, either, you allowed him to proceed. Excruciatingly slowly his hands roamed over the inside of your legs, teasingly inching closer to the spot at the apex of your thighs that ached for his touch. On the rare occasions you had been alone at night, and had thought of Melot, that same spot had craved attention, and you had sought to relieve that craving, thus the feeling was not wholly unfamiliar to you, but now that it was him…

You gasped as the tip of his finger grazed your sensitive, hidden pearl, and you watched him chuckle softly under his breath as he languidly trailed around it for a while before venturing further, spreading your petals and gathering some of your arousal. He tentatively dipped a finger into your wet heat, leaving you moaning in his arms once more as he ventured deeper, adding a second finger, pumping them into you slowly and with great care. When he added a third, you inhaled sharply, startled by the stretch it provided.

Melot sighed, resting his forehead against your cheek as he ground his hips into you, his erection pressing against you firmly with every move. Oh, how you longed to touch him! Suddenly, those actions of which Beryan had spoken seemed not remotely as scandalous as they had before. After al, you were with your husband, were you not?

Slowly, but quite decisively – much to your own surprise – you reached for the laces that held up his breeches, untying them swiftly and impatiently. There was no way to miss the devious glint in Melot’s eyes as you eagerly pushed them down until his manhood sprang free of its confines.

“Touch me, dearest,” he whispered, “I beg of you.”

Hesitantly, you moved your hand down his body and wrapped it around his member, leaving Melot gasping as your small hand struggled to close all the way around his hardness. You, on the other hand, chuckled softly in surprise at the softness of his skin. Melot’s fingers stilled inside of you when you gently traced a vein on his cock, and a soft gasp escaped him. Slow, gentle strokes lured more desperate whimpers from him – delectable sounds that sent your confidence soaring higher than it had ever before. A soft chuckle escaped you as you took note of Melot’s quickening breath. He had abandoned his quest to explore your core, and a gentle push against his shoulder was all it took to get him to roll onto his back so you could more easily continue on your mission to bring your new husband pleasure.

“Oh, my love.” The words were barely audible, to the point where they were almost overshadowed by the rustling of the covers as he moved. You kissed down his neck, to his chest, briefly lingering over the scar on his shoulder, pressing your mouth to it ever so slightly.

Melot whimpered softly as you travelled further, his hand tangling lightly in your hair, guiding you down gently, hesitantly, until you found yourself seated between his legs, looking up at him. Suddenly, your courage plummeted, leaving you scared and unsure what to do. Beryan’s words echoed in your head, utterly unhelpfully, and your thought threatened to spiral out of control swiftly. Finally, you dared to look up, finding solace in Melot’s pleading eyes, which begged you to continue whatever it was that you were planning on doing. As best you could, you did away with the thought that he must have heard others speak of it. To say you succeeded would have been quite the overstatement, but you managed to calm yourself enough to proceed, at least.

As soon as your tongue came into contact with the tip of Melot’s cock, he gasped loudly, encouraging you to continue on your endeavours. His back arched off the bed – a seemingly involuntary movement that was paired with a vaguely pained grunt – as you took him into your mouth, wrapping your lips carefully around the head. Your movements up and down his length yielded similar responses – and watching his reactions to your ministrations brought back the ache between your legs, your slick and waiting centre begging for his attention.

It was right at that moment that his hand found its way to your cheek, gently pushing you off of him. At first you wondered if you had done something wrong, but the expression on his face told you nothing of the sort – in fact, it seemed that quite the opposite was the case. His touch was rough as he pulled you back up until you were lying next to him again, his fingers immediately finding their way between your legs, tending to your growing desire.

He pushed three fingers into you, this time with greater ease than the time before, and his thumb once again rubbed gentle circles around your swollen pearl. To ever greater heights soared your pleasure under his ministrations, until one particular slip of his fingers pulled you over an edge you’d never encountered before. You grasped the covers as the muscles in your body tensed and a feeling of pure bliss washed over you, leaving you gasping for air.

“Stop,” you panted, taking hold of Melot’s wrist, “please stop.” A sigh of relief escaped you when Melot moved his hand away from your sensitive flesh.

He looked at you, desire burning in his eyes, and leaned in to kiss you once more as his hand relocated to your hip. The question at hand remained unasked, but just as well understood by both of you, and with a decisive nod that was somehow accompanied by a new lump in your throat, you gave him your permission. He hovered over you, an elbow placed on either side of your body, as he took his position between your legs, his nerves apparent in the rather clumsy way he moved. You let out a moan of utter delight as he finally found your entrance and plunged deep into your desperate core.

“Are you alright, my love?” he muttered, restraint and concentration abundant in his voice as he attempted to stay still for a moment. Another edge to his tone revealed that the current experience was pleasant to him, to say the least.

“Never better,” you sighed contently, relishing the feeling of your walls stretching to accommodate his girth. And then he moved. Slowly – almost tauntingly so – and carefully, he retreated, leaving an indescribable emptiness inside of you that longed to be filled so violently that a pitiful whine escaped you completely involuntarily. Without thinking, you moved a hand to his back, attempting to halt his retreat, to pull him back to you, so that you could feel him inside you once again, but he resisted the force you exerted on him with remarkable ease. His next thrust was slow and controlled, the grunts that spilled from Melot disclosing just how taxing his efforts were on his self-restraint.

“I can’t…” His voice was so low the words were barely audible, a rough edge to his tone that made butterflies flutter in your stomach for no apparent reason. “I need you.”

Apologetic eyes gazed down upon you as the pace of Melot’s thrusts increased. You could tell – quite easily, in fact – that he tried his best to be gentle with you, that he still objected greatly to causing you any pain. Then again, this was a man clearly more well-versed in ending life than creating it, and as he lost himself in carnal desire, his motions became uncontrolled and rough. You pulled him close, making no attempt to slow him down or in any way change his approach. In fact, his actions made you see stars and feel that mysterious burning deep inside of you. A part of you – and an increasingly prominent one at that – even wished for him to abandon his resolve not to hurt you. It was clear by now that you felt nothing but intense pleasure, and perhaps more and more and more of this would finally scratch that nagging itch inside your core that always seemed so disappointingly out of reach. Your hips mimicked his rhythm, seeking more of him – faster, deeper, just… more – and a smile appeared on his lips. He allowed you to pull his face to yours, and he grunted softly as you sealed your mouth over his. You moaned every time Melot thrust into you, revelling in the similar sounds that fell from his lips at the same time, convincing you that you felt as good to him as he did to you. Finally, his rhythm faltered, his hips stuttered, and his motions stilled as he spilled his seed inside of you.

He held you close to him as you both struggled to catch your breath – a task that would have seemed far less monumental in nature, had circumstances been different, for at the same time your thoughts ran wild as you struggled to truly understand that you were now husband and wife. A few times the thought crossed your mind that you had enjoyed the consummation of your marriage far more than was appropriate – that your impertinent desires would make your husband turn elsewhere, but turning your head and looking into the eyes of your beloved eased your mind. The man next to you was positively smitten with you – as much as, if not more than, he had always been.

“My dear,” he whispered, still not quite breathing as he should, “are you alright? Did I hurt you?” There was sorrow in his eyes as he examined your expression closely. “I didn’t mean to… I’m so terribly sorry I lost control.”

His apology made you chuckle, and you turned to him, placing a hand on his cheek. “I felt nothing but pleasure, my love,” you replied, much to your own surprise. A moment ago, you had thought your enjoyment inappropriate, now you were freely confessing it to your beloved – your husband. Your cheeks reddened and heated, and you averted your gaze as you prepared to continue your admission. “In fact, I think I will quite enjoy this part of my wifely duties.”

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Masterlist

Pairing: Melot x OFC (Tamsyn)

Series summary: A story about two people falling in love in a time when that wasn't necessarily what they were supposed to do.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, eventual smut (18+, Minors DNI).

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

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