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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 1 year ago

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Baaaaaabe <3 Thank you so much for reading, and for this comment! I'm sorry it's taken me so long to reply to it! (School's really been kicking me in the behind)

Mike really needs to... Like... maybe... sometime soon... GET HIS FUCKING SHIT TOGETHER AND GROW UP A LITTLE. Like, buddy... We love you, but you can't keep doing this! Stop being dramatic!

Oh well. He'll get there! (I hope...)

I'm not sure we want August to be a therapist. It would be very funny, I'll admit that. But I also think he'll have permanent eyemuscle fatigue from rolling them so much. He's just too much of an asshole, I guess. And we like him that way, don't we?

So it’s finally happening And it’s not how I thought Walter would be. IT IS EVEN BETTER 😭

Are. you. trying. to. make. me. cry?

Because it's working. 😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺 Thank you so much! Major compliment! I am blushing <3

Sooooo Walter did get his paintbrush wet but he hasn’t technically finished. I feel like it’s semi cheating on your part? 😜 or are you enjoying playing with our emotions a little too much maybe 🤔

That is correct! And I wholeheartedly do believe that it's not just sex when someone/anyone/everyone finishes. So I'm not necessarily cheating, I feel. I mean... Reader came. Several times. That counts for something, right?

That said, I also do really enjoy playing with your emotions. So there's that.

Part 19

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 18 🟣 Part 20

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...

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI. P-in-v sex, angst, ongoing vampire shenanigans, mentions of blood. Angst. And some angst.

Word count: 2750

A/N: So the grumpy vampire finally gets fucked. I hope you're all happy! (God knows I am...)

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @summersong69 @ellethespaceunicorn @mis-lil-red @sillyrabbit81 @livisss @itsrubberbisquit @ktficworld

“I, eh…” Mike appeared in the doorway of your room, scratching his neck. “I need to feed.”

“Sure,” you said, dropping your book and gesturing at the floor next to your bed. He sat down, and you offered him your arm.

For the past weeks, Mike had been feeding exclusively from your wrist, and the tension between you these days was enough to clear the room when the others were home. They literally couldn’t stand to be around you. August had even confessed to occasionally having to sleep elsewhere, which tore you up more than you were willing to admit out loud.

Of course, as usual, you didn’t have to admit it out loud, which was more inconvenient now than it had ever been before.

“This was the last time,” Mike mumbled when he was done.

“What do you mean?” The way he said it made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and you felt a little queasy.

“I’m going back to the Bank,” he said quietly.

What? No! “Mike…”

“It’s alright, Sw—” He didn’t finish the word, just like he hadn’t finished it all the other times over the past few weeks when he’d wanted to use your old nickname. Every unfinished, broken ‘Sweetcheeks’ felt like a new scar on your heart.

“No, Mike, it’s not alright! I—” And just as he hadn’t been able to call you Sweetcheeks, you hadn’t been able to tell him that you loved him.

Without another word, and before you could stop him, he left your room. Not much later, you heard the front door fall shut, and you instinctively knew that it was him.

He’d be back — he was keeping his promise not to run away again — but he’d be in his own room, and you’d be in yours. Even during the day, you hardly spoke to each other, and you felt like a stranger in the apartment, even though nothing had changed between you and the other guys.

“Marshall?” you whispered quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. It was something you’d become quite good at over the past months.

“Yes, love?” He kneeled next to the bed and put a hand on your arm.

“I can’t take it anymore,” you said, a sob breaking your voice as tears welled up in your eyes. “I miss him so much, but it’s like I… I don’t feel the way about him that I did before, but I don’t know what I do feel, and…”

“Have you tried asking August?” Marshall replied.

Of course. How had you not thought of that?

“Tried asking me what, exactly?” August appeared in the doorway and walked towards the bed. Always bolder than Marshall, he took the liberty of getting in bed with you, wrapping his arms around you.

“Asking you how I feel about Mike,” you said with a chuckle that was still half-sob.

“Ah,” August replied, a hint of a smile in his voice, “you don’t feel the way about him that you did before…”

“Jackass,” Marshall said before you could.

“Easy,” August laughed. “I know you don’t have the same connection with him right now that you did before, or even the kind you have with us, and it’s throwing you off, because you miss it. But there’s still that… crush, if you will. I can guarantee you’re as in love with him as you were before.”

“I really hoped that would help,” you sighed when August finished, and you reached for Marshall’s sweater, pulling him in. “Get in here, you. I’m sad.”

You’d never been sure heaven existed, but if it did, you were sure it would feel a lot like being sandwiched between August and Walter. Four strong arms were wrapped around you, and neither of them seemed to mind when you put your freezing feet on their warm legs. Mike had never complained about that either, so maybe it was a vampire thing to not be bothered by the cold?

“It is,” Marshall whispered in your ear, “we barely even notice it.”

“What? That her feet are made of ice?” August snorted. “I’d say we notice; it just doesn’t bother us. The rest of you is a lot warmer.”

Your conversation was rudely interrupted by a phone buzzing, and August boldly retrieving it from his pocket, pinching your butt in the process.

“Sorry, princess, couldn’t help myself,” he said before kissing your cheek and disappearing from the room.

You buried your face in Marshall’s sweater and tried to move even closer to him, but that didn’t seem humanly possible. It made him chuckle, though, and he tightened his arms for a moment.

“Will you stay here?” you asked. Your voice was soft, and you couldn’t seem to look into his eyes.

“Absolutely,” he said, chuckling softly as you snuggled into his chest, slipping one hand into his sweater to play with the hair on his stomach. He put a hand over yours when you stopped. “Keep doing that, please, it’s nice.”

His words made you giggle. “Really?”

He hummed softly. “Yeah. Feels good, I don’t know why.”

“You know, I could touch more of you?” Where did that come from? An hour ago, you’d been crying because of Mike, and now… That being said, the new tension with Mike had done a fantastic job at masking the tension there still was between you and Marshall — because you still hadn’t slept with him, and you were still hoping that would happen sooner rather than later — but that didn’t mean that tension had been gone, or had even been any less intense than it had been before.

You’d spent a few nights together — sleeping, unfortunately — and you kissed him every day when he came home from work. And if you were already in bed by the time he got back, he found you to get his kiss anyway. Unless you were too busy screwing August — which had happened once or twice over the past few weeks. That said; you still hadn’t taken it all the way, and it bothered you more now than it had ever before. Why wouldn’t this man sleep with you, dammit?

Your internal tirade was interrupted when you felt Walter’s lips on your neck, teeth scraping gently against your skin — fangs out.

“Hungry?” you asked, but to your surprise, he denied that. “What is it? Tell me, please!”

He chuckled and tried to shrug it off, but you weren’t about to let him. What was he hiding from you? And how bad could it be, if he felt that he had to?

“Alright,” he finally sighed, “if you really want to know… I was wondering what it would feel like to… watch you…” His voice trailed off, and it didn’t look like he was going to finish that thought. Ever.

“Watch me what, Walter?” you asked sternly.

“Bleed,” he finally said, not looking you in the eye.

“Right,” you said, “August mentioned that way back when we were discussing vampire kinks… We haven’t even had sex.”

“I know,” he replied, a chuckle to his voice now that he realized you weren’t going to judge him for this.

“I’m not saying now, I’m just…”

You laughed — keeping the sound as gentle as you could manage, but it still made Marshall glare at you. Suddenly, your hands were pinned to the bed over your head.

“Are you sure you want to keep this up, love?” His eyes were kind, as was his smile, and in his voice you heard that familiar warmth — yet you trembled. He was strong and you were trapped beneath his body with no chance of escape… It was daunting — and it was fantastic.

You were almost disappointed when he let go of your wrists, even though it allowed you to drape your arms around his neck and pull him closer so you could kiss him. His lips moved against yours as gently as his bearded physique allowed, and with a slow swipe of your tongue you begged for entrance.

His hands moved slowly, carefully slipping beneath your sweater, exploring your skin — effortlessly undoing the clasp of your bra…

“Four centuries, love,” he said with a smile. “We’ve handled many a corset — these are nothing.” It took you a moment to realize he was speaking not only for himself, but for August too.

“I was hoping for an explanation along the lines of vampire-dexterity,” you sighed. “Shame.”

“Actually, the extra strength adds a challenge,” Walter mused while impatiently pulling at your sweater to persuade you to take it off — it worked flawlessly. “And your underwear isn’t even particularly flimsy.”

“That sounds like an insult?” you half-asked, half-noted.

“Oh, not at all!” He laughed. “Not as far as I’m concerned, anyway. But I doubt you even have to let August know your size… He’s been planning on getting you something he likes better.”

Well, you sure as hell weren’t going to stop him from doing that…

It was your turn now to impatiently pull at fabric until, in a split second, Walter’s sweater disappeared to God knows where, and you were left with the surprisingly pleasant feeling of coarse hair against your skin. When he moved his hips, you felt him press against you, hard and ready, and your body immediately reacted.

You needed him — a need that was flawlessly mirrored in his eyes.

“I can’t wait to have you,” he said, again with that gentle smile.

“Then don’t wait.” You were all for foreplay, but you were so ready for him and so incredibly impatient… You’d elaborate later; you weren’t exactly running out of time together, right?

All remaining clothes disappeared. You’d say ‘miraculously’, but it would be a lie, since you knew exactly what, who and how. Unlike Mike and August, though, Walter took care of protection with normal speed. It was much appreciated.

“It annoys you when they don’t,” Walter said unpromptedly — as unprompted as anything could be when the guy doing the speaking could tap into your thoughts.

“It really does,” you agreed. “So, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he chuckled softly before kissing you again. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

You rolled your eyes at him, biting your tongue to keep yourself from saying something snarky. He didn’t deserve that.

“I’m just checking,” he said, pressing his lips to your neck as he lined himself up with your entrance.

For a moment, you were consumed with the sensation of your heart pounding, your blood rushing through your veins, and the tornado of butterflies in your stomach — not to mention the feeling of coarse hair and soft lips on your heated skin. Then, he pushed into you. It was slow and gentle, and…

“Fuck, that’s tight.” You couldn’t fight back the chuckle when the thought broke into your own completely uninvited — but nonetheless very, very welcome.

Blue eyes stared at you amusedly. “I caught something involving the word ‘massive’?”

Well, yes. You had to admit that he was not wrong there, and your thoughts had indeed veered that way for a moment when he filled you up.

“Well, you do have a massive dick,” you answered with a sweet smile. It was still strange to not say these words out loud.

“Thought you’d be used to those by now…” Cheeky bastard! You felt heat rise to your cheeks and you looked away, wishing you could kick him out of your brain for a moment.

“How the fuck do you…”

“Your fantasies are loud, love.” He punctuated the thought with a harsh thrust, knocking a moan out of you. “So are Mike and August, by the way. One more rerun of one of your escapades and I was definitely going to go insane…”

“Not…” You realized it wasn’t an appropriate question, but he was all over your thoughts. “Not Sherlock? Ever? He doesn’t think about me?”

“I really think you should talk to him, love. But I promise he thinks about you all the time.” He kissed you softly, then deepened the kiss — but since you had no need for your voice in this conversation, he simply continued: “And so do I, especially now that I know what this perfect pussy feels like.”

He rolled his hips, pushing himself deeper into you, and you whined as your brain waged war against itself trying to determine whether you wanted him to go harder or keep doing exactly what he was doing.

“I never thought he’d be so gentle.” The thought crossed your mind before you could stop it, and for a moment you felt embarrassed about it — until you remembered that you didn’t have to hide from him. He was yours. You were his.

“You are. And I am. Every part of me, yours forever.” His eyes were kind, as was the smile on his lips, and his movements stayed gentle even when he picked up the pace a little bit. Apart from the moans that escaped both of you in your unguarded moments, you were silent, not speaking a single word while you made love.

It was the first time — with one of your vampires, but possibly ever — that you’d gone about things this way. Even your very first time with Mike had been more of a loud, enthusiastic kink-fest than the slow and gentle session you were a part of now. Not to mention August, who probably wouldn’t do vanilla even if his life depended on it. This was sensual and lovely. This was something completely different than the second episode of Feral Walter you’d hoped to come across in bed some day sooner rather than later. This was also the kind of tempo vampire-stamina could keep up practically indefinitely.

“Technically, yes.” Sometimes you hated being right. “But I see you don’t have any firsthand experience yet with our significantly reduced cooldown time?”

He lifted you effortlessly and maneuvered you into his lap, never taking his cock out of you for so much as a moment.

“So, when you’re with another vampire,” you wondered, “how do you ever stop?”

“We have jobs,” he responded plainly, and you rolled your eyes.

“What if you have like… a vacation? Bank holiday? Just… No reason to get out of bed the next morning?”

“Last time, August just knocked on the door and told us it had been six days,” he remembered fondly, and slivers of a memory that definitely wasn’t yours flashed in your brain, “that did the trick.”

“Wow! You get pictures, too?” The experience was enough to get you to speak out loud, disturbing a little of the peace you’d come to cherish in the short time that had passed.

“You saw something?” He whispered the question, peppering your neck and throat with small kisses in between the words before sealing his lips over yours, engulfing your senses completely with the searing hot kiss. His tongue pushed impatiently past your lips, tangling with yours. Rough hands trailed over your back, fingers gently tracing your spine, making you shiver.

Walter chuckled. “I love it when you squeeze me like that.”

You struggled to break the kiss, but he eventually allowed you to retreat. “Just a flash.”

“You’re really good with this gift of mine.” He moved his lips back to meet yours, pulling you tighter against his chest.

“Wanna know what else I’m really good at?” you asked coyly while putting your hands on Walter’s shoulders and pushing him back onto the mattress.

“I think I’m open to you showing me,” he replied, a grin slowly spreading out over his face.

“Incredible,” he sighed when you finally collapsed next to him when your thighs gave out. You’d been riding him for God knows how long, and in that time, you’d cum twice on his cock, and he had seemed to have come no closer to finishing at all.

“Was it?” you sneered, leaving him to look surprise, until he caught onto the train of thought that took you from ‘he didn’t finish’ to ‘August and Mike do’ to ‘he must have not liked it’.

“Love, I’m fairly sure even you have at some point referred to Mike as a hedonistic little fuck, and August feels everything twice.” He sighed, giving you a very annoying, meaningful look.

“What do I have to do to finish you of?” you asked.

“I’ll happily pound you through the mattress sometime soon,” he answered with a smile as he pulled you into his chest. “Oh, and a good blowjob will do the trick.”

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