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bellaxgiornata · 7 months

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Forbidden Love [Part One: Encounters]

Pairing: Vampire Henry x Fem!Werewolf!Reader Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings/tags: Smut, blood, biting (I mean...that's a given), bit of enemies to lovers, maybe some angst and fluff

Summary: After awhile you'd grown used to the vampire who often lurked around the woods you hunted in. Though that didn't mean his irritating presence didn't bother you, or that you didn't wonder why he often seemed to be waiting for you–especially since your kinds weren't meant to intermingle.

a/n: This is just a short little mini series in honor of spooky season for Henry. Because how am I supposed to resist a hairy vampire Charlie character? Not sure where I'm going with this besides some smut, I'll be honest. But enjoy and feedback is always appreciated! The installment list for this mini series can be found here.

Tag List: @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment

The nearly full moon hung heavy and low in the sky, just barely brushing the treetops. A light, misty rain had been sneaking its way through the cover of them ever since the sun had set, a refreshing autumn breeze accompanying it as the wind rustled the dried leaves still clinging to the branches around you. Paws racing across the cold and damp dirt, your keen eyes noticed every flicker of moonlight along the forest floor as the clouds trailed their way back and forth across the moon.

It was liberating running loose like this. Weaving your way among the tree trunks and leaping over the trees felled by lightning or rot. There weren’t many in your pack that still enjoyed the freedom that the wolf allotted them–not quite like you. But as a full-blooded werewolf, you’d been born human and wolf, and you certainly embraced both sides of yourself. Which was why you often spent your evenings alone, reveling in the hunt and pushing your limits out in this forest where you were allowed to unleash that other side of yourself.

Because these were your hunting grounds.

Though as you easily hurdled another fallen tree, that familiar and unwelcome smell met your nose. Muzzle wrinkling at the scent, you immediately recognized it. Your pace instantly slowed, your eyes surveying the trees around you. That damn vampire was back again, you could tell by that smell that always accompanied him. Your hair bristled along your back, the scent of blood and death and cologne mingling together in the air. Ears twitching on alert, you listened closely for any sign of movement as you caught your breath.

The faintest sound of leaves crunching underfoot came from nearby and your head snapped sharply in the direction of it, eyes narrowing. Another set of eyes met yours in return, the inhumanly silver gleam an easy tell that the man stepping out from behind the tree wasn’t human. Lips curling back into a sneer, you barred your teeth at the vampire.

“Straight to the threats again this time?” he asked, amused.

Hackles raising further, you widened your stance and kept your eyes trained on his every movement. The vampire lifted his hands by his chest as if he meant no harm, taking a few cautious steps forward towards you. A rumbling growl vibrated in your throat, your muscles tensed and ready for a fight.

You’d stumbled on this vampire a handful of times out here over the past few weeks now, but you had absolutely no idea why he kept appearing. Though the first time you saw him and he’d spotted you, it was almost as if he was in awe of you. On a more recent encounter he’d mentioned that it’d been quite some time since he’d seen one of your kind–one of the few things he’d said to you so far. And that had made sense, considering vampires and werewolves didn’t mix. Your kinds were supposed to abhor each other; each one considering the other an abomination in their own right.

Yet for some reason, it was like he kept intentionally seeking you out.

“Why don’t you shift back this time?” that smooth voice of his questioned.

Another rumbling growl tore its way up your throat, ending on a warning bark as you took a step closer. He’d never hurt you before, but why would you let your guard down with him this time? Why would you trust a vampire ? Especially one who seemed determined to get you to shift into a weaker form for him. What was his game?

“You know I don’t speak dog,” he teased, a sly grin slipping onto his lips. “And I don’t quite enjoy the scent of a wet one, either.”

Then fuck off , you thought.

You growled again in irritation, teeth still barred. He only chuckled lightly, his hands still raised as he stood there in his pristine and outdated navy suit.

“You have my word,” he promised, “’m’not going to hurt you. I only want to talk, I assure you. Nothing more.”

Continuing to stay where you were, hackles raised and lips still curled back in a silent snarl, you carefully surveyed the vampire. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious as to why he kept showing up here, always watching you. Always so goddamned curious about you himself. But as you sniffed the air when another breeze blew past, you noticed that the scent of blood on him was yet again something animal–fox this time. It was always animal blood that you smelled on him, never human.

Your head tilted in confusion to the side, eyes narrowing further at him. An almost questioning rumble vibrated in your chest at the scent. Why did he only ever smell like he’d just drank from an animal?

His hands dropped back to his sides as he nodded, taking another step towards you. “I take it you noticed that I don’t feed on humans,” he said as if he somehow knew what you’d picked up on. “Used to be one. Call me sentimental, I s’pose.”

Gradually the tension eased a bit from your muscles at his reply. That was unusual, you had to admit. Though you still kept your guard up, keeping a close watch on him as he stood not too far from you. You still didn’t exactly trust him.

He hummed out an approving noise when he noticed your change in demeanor, offering you a smile that was somehow both cheeky and reassuring. You didn’t quite know what to make of that, either. But admittedly you also hadn’t run into another vampire before, so you didn’t really know what to make of them in general. Especially this strange one. You’d only known the things you’d been told your entire life–which was that they were vile, dangerous, and untrustworthy.

Though this one was…interesting. Intriguing. And, truthfully, you quite liked the look of him. His face was handsome and appealing, there was no denying that. You liked that full, thick beard he had and the way his buttoned up dress shirt was open at the top with his ascot messily undone, revealing a trail of dark hair that you assumed continued down his chest. If he’d been a human or an unmated member of your pack, you’d have been drawn straight to him.

But he wasn’t any of those things.

Yet still, your curiosity eventually won out. Deciding you’d shift and hopefully get some answers, you hesitantly began to take a few steps backwards, your eyes still fixed on him in front of you as you moved. The vampire’s head tilted just a bit to the side, his eyes continuing to reflect that inhuman silver color at you through the darkness as he watched you in return.

You took a few more steps backwards before you ducked behind a nearby tree. Pausing for a moment, you listened and made sure he hadn’t followed after you. He hadn’t though, instead having remained perfectly still right where you’d left him. Uncertain if you were making a grave mistake right now, you closed your eyes and shifted back.

Shifting now wasn’t like what it had been when you first learned to do it. It wasn’t nearly as painful and difficult anymore, and now you’d grown so used to it that it was as natural as breathing. It took you barely any time at all to switch forms, which would prove in your favor if this vampire decided to attack you, thinking he’d outsmarted you by asking you to shift in the first place.

But as you slowly rose back up to your feet, the large tree trunk still blocking the vampire from your view, you had become very aware of your nakedness. It wasn’t as if you could shift back fully dressed, and you’d long since learned to strip out of your clothing when you shifted to avoid destroying the entirety of your wardrobe. So when you came out here to hunt at night, you always kept your clothing hidden under a rock, ensuring you had something to change back into. It wasn’t like you ever wanted to trek back home in nothing.

Though right now you felt quite vulnerable and exposed as the autumn wind nipped at your bare, damp skin.

Cautiously you stepped around the trunk of the tree, one hand lingering against the rough bark as you moved. The vampire hadn’t left his spot, but you could see his reflective silver eyes roaming over your bare form once you’d appeared again. His gaze and the cold droplets of rain on your skin drew forth goosebumps almost instantly. Despite your weakened vision in the dark in this form, you could still see that cheeky, sly smile drawing itself across his lips once again.

“Ahh, and now finally we meet,” he said, breaking the silence. “My name is Henry. What would yours be, darling?”

Lip curling back, you pulled a face. “Why do you even want to know that?” you shot at him. “And why should I even tell you to begin with?”

“Would you care for some incentive?” he asked, dark brows raising onto his forehead. “Alright then. One moment.”

He was gone in a blur, your mouth falling open as you gaped at his speed. You’d known vampires were fast, but you hadn’t known they were that fast.

Mere seconds later he was standing in the exact same place you’d watched him disappear from. It took you a moment to realize why he’d disappeared in the first place, too busy admiring his handsome face that was now looking rather pleased and smug. But then your eyes dropped down, realizing he’d been holding something in his hands–your clothes. Eyes widening in shock, they darted back up towards his face. Henry chuckled softly at your reaction, holding your clothes up even higher for you to see them.

“Incentive enough?” he asked.

“Are you serious?” you snapped at him. “Give me my clothes back!”

He tsk’ed lightly, shaking his head as he lowered the bundle in his hands back to his side. “I’ll only give them back if you give me your name,” he told you. “Though I’ll admit, I’d almost much prefer you didn’t just so I could keep you like that.”

Lips parting in surprise, you felt heat creep its way up your neck and to your cheeks despite the chill of the evening. Was he flirting with you? How absolutely absurd considering what you both were. Your kinds didn’t mix, and they certainly didn’t have relations .

“Why have you been watching me?” you demanded. “What do you want from me?”

Henry’s head tilted a bit to the side as he eyed you. “I believe the deal was for you to tell me your name in exchange for the return of your clothing,” he replied slowly, “but if you’d much prefer I keep your clothes and answer your questions, I’d certainly oblige.”

Teeth clamping down on your lip in irritation, you stood there glaring back at him. What an infuriating, pompous asshole. You’d rather him give you your clothes and leave, never to return back to your hunting grounds without giving up your name to him at all. But as your hand curled into a fist against the tree trunk, you found yourself telling him it in the hopes that he’d finally disappear.

“Pretty name,” he mused.

You scoffed, still glaring back at him. “I could care less whether you find it pretty or not,” you snarled, your left hand extending out towards him. “Give me my clothes and leave .”

“Mmm,” he hummed out, stepping nearer to you. “Thought you wanted to know why I was here?”

Pressing your lips firmly together and squaring your shoulders despite the chill threatening to send a shiver through you, you watched him cautiously approach. He was taking his steps slow and careful as he moved, walking slower than one normally would. Considering how fast you’d just seen him retrieve your clothes, you knew he was doing it on purpose. Probably so he didn’t startle you, you figured.

Eventually he came to a stop just before you, practically invading your personal space with his proximity as the moonlight slipped through the trees and illuminated his features. His eyes were a beautiful hazel color and you were surprised to find nothing terrifying about them besides the mischief lurking inside of them. Inevitably your eyes dropped down to his lips. They were plush and curled into the ghost of an amused smile, though at this distance you could see the faint bit of dried blood at the corner of them from having just fed. Unable to stop yourself at the scent of the fox blood, your eyes lingered at the speck of red as your tongue darted out, licking your lips hungrily.

Henry’s soft laugh drew you out of your thoughts, your heart jumping in your chest at the abrupt sound that had startled you out of your near trance. Your gaze darted back up to his, noticing that he was smirking down at you now, amusement openly glistening in his eyes. A moment later you felt the fabric of your clothes brushing against your bare chest and you gasped lightly, head snapping downwards.

“I believe these belong to you,” he murmured.

Swallowing thickly as your heart hammered in your ears, your hands hesitantly reached out and accepted the bundle of your clothes from him. Gradually your eyes rose back up towards his, fingers tightening around the damp fabric. Brows drawing together, you were confused as to why he was smiling at you like that. Unless he’d mistaken your body’s reaction to him for something else, something it didn’t mean.

Because it absolutely did not mean what that self-assured smile seemed to think it meant.

“‘M’sure I’ll be seeing you again real soon,” he whispered.

He said your name so softly that you’d have missed it among the dry rustling of leaves if it wasn’t for your heightened sense of hearing. But before you could even respond or yet again ask him why he kept appearing in your forest, he disappeared in a blur, leaving you with more questions than answers as you stood there naked and confused in the rain.

#henry eat locals #henry the vampire #henry x fem!werewolf!reader #eat locals

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yarrystyleeza · 3 months

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𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝟐𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫!

Well, as the title suggests, I am turning 22 on January 30th (yes I can't believe it either), and it's a very very special number to me, I was obsessed with it since I was a kid—because of Taylor Swift's 22 of course (you have no idea how happy my inner child is now!).

However, I thought I should celebrate this very important event with you by hosting my second sleepover! (honestly I was planning to make this a double sleepover if I hit 300 followers before my birthday, but since I didn't, I really had to host a sleepover)

As usual, my sleepover will host games, questions, asks, and definitely, requests!!! <3

The sleepover will be a week long, from January 30th till February 6th, where you can submit asks and requests!

Note on prohibited things that I won't be doing or answering:

No nsfw/dirty asks, writing requests or questions, it's uncomfortable for me sometimes, and this is an all-ages-friendly celebration. No further elaboration, please respect this. <3

𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬:

Here's a list of the games we can play:

Kiss/Marry/Kill: you give me three characters and I will sort each one in one of these categories! (make it hard for me)

Would you rather: you give me two things/characters and I get to choose one that suits me better! (for example: night owl or early bird?)

Make an assumption: you literally make an assumption about me and I either prove it or deny it!

Never have I ever: you ask me about things I did or didn't do!

Exchanged Ships: basically, you give me a character that you find as my significant other, and I will give you a character in exchange and why I think it's the perfect character for you!

Random Q&A: you can ask me about anything, whether it's my favorite food or even what fabrics do I prefer to wear, ask whatever you want!

Girly Talks: just talk to me about any girly topic you want and we'll establish a good conversation! Let's talk about books or authors, favorite poetry pieces, maybe movies we loved in our childhood, or even your favorite outfits back when you were a 10 year old! Literally anything!

Rate My Music Taste: give me a song/artist and I will rate it from 1 (absolute flop) to 10 (total banger)! — (this is absolutely done just for fun).

I Wanna Write You A Song: start with a phrase and we will make a totally original song together in the reblogs!

Doodles: give me something simple to draw!

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬:

As for writing requests, I will be taking fluff/angst/violence (blood and gore—due to the nature of the characters I write for) x female!reader requests only. But of course you can request the prompt you desire. <3

As for the characters, here's a list of the fictional men that I would be writing for:

Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Foggy Nelson

Tristan Thorn

Michael Kinsella

Henry (from Eat Locals)

Daryl Dixon

(might consider writing for other Charlie Cox/Norman Reedus characters. example: Ian Hamilton, Owen Sleater, Scud, Murphy MacManus, etc.)

You can ask for prompt included in this list or ones you come up with yourself:

intimate moments / gestures that make me feel love / romantic rainy day prompts / gentle things that make me fall harder in love / fluffy comforting/sick dialogue prompts / lighthearted first kiss prompts / sparring prompts / forced proximity prompts / date prompts masterpost /

Note that I will be tagging the fic requests with #yuna's 22 birthday sleepover so they're easy to find, but they will be sorted in my main masterlist as regular requests! <3

tagging my moots to spread the word sorry for being a little too annoying hehe (and I tried to tag as much as possible but my memory is messing around with me I'm sorry if I forgot anyone): @v4leoftears @remonemo @fizanotfeeza @bunmurdock @bellaxgiornata @kal-0n @1988-fiend @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment @floral-charlie-cat @farfromstrange @babygirlmurdock @mattmurdocksscars @itwasthereaminuteago @c-mrdck @xxeycisxx @loveroftoomanyfandoms @mindidjarin @little-miss-dilf-lover @shiorimakibawrites @tongueofcat @marytheweefrenchie @chvoswxtch @devilsmurdock @galaxies-and-moons-and-cox @acharliecoxedfan @folkloreandfall @murdocklorian @munsonownsmyass @abbyhaslongshorts @murc0ck @lazyxsquirrel @theradioactivespidergwen @xxdrixx @saintmurd0ck @softasawhisper @she-likesorchids @peterman-spideyparker @mattmurdocksstarlight @amberlynnmurdock @courtforshort15 @saltedlays @importantnightwerewolf @lene-loki

That's basically everything I have for my birthday sleepover, feel free to submit requests and games! Thank you for coming to my sleepover tonight! <3

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murdock-and-the-sea · 10 months

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noctuary · henry x reader

noctuary (n.)

the record of a single night's events, thoughts, or dreams

summary: you're a young vampire, turned against your will and abandoned by your sire. henry has taken you in, and while you're thankful for his mentorship, there's a certain kind of tension building between the two of you

pairing: henry x reader

word count: 3.2k

warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI. swearing. mentions of blood (duh), one dead fox (sorry), horny vampires, smut, lots of biting (not sorry), kisses, sucking, marking, oral (f rec), filthy kiss, p in v, outdoor sex, you name it sugar

a/n: so I love different vampire myths/lore and obviously, I had to make up a few things for this fic to work. most of my inspiration came from the vampire: the masquerade ttrpg/video games series which I ADORE and uh, this was a lot of fun to write! so there's quite a bit of plot to this. ...oops? Also, some spoilers for the horribly dumb but still somehow entertaining movie that is eat locals.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

The world felt inky black under the thick canopy of the trees, broken occasionally by the moonlight shining through a few patches, but you found your way easily, your eyes adjusting to the dark. The air was warm, heavy and damp with summer and the scent of flowers and grass hanging all around.

You’ve been walking for an hour or two now, heading deeper into the woods to clear your thoughts. You weren’t sure if it was working.

But you needed a little space.

The past few months have been hard, to say the least. You remembered walking home late one night, lost in your thoughts - and then, your next memory was waking up on the side of an abandoned road, curled up in pain as your whole body was wrecked by cramps, shivers and the deepest, most ferocious hunger that you have ever felt in your life.

It was sheer luck that Henry and Sebastian found you, dragging you with them, fleeing the impending dawn as you fell in and out of consciousness, too weak to struggle.

You could still recall that hunger, fighting to take over you until you felt the metallic taste of blood pooling on your tongue - that sinister-sweet, dark pleasure filling you, a single drop falling from the corner of your mouth and the crimson shadow that Henry covered over his wrist.

Even though he wasn’t your sire, a bond formed between you two.

A strong one.

One that was hard to ignore, even now as you tried to get as far away from him as possible, making your way through the undergrowth.

It’s not that you weren’t thankful. Without their help, you surely wouldn’t have made it through that first night. But it was hard to take it all in. The fact that vampires exist felt like the plot to a terrible movie, and whether you liked it or not, it was your reality now.

It was demanding getting used to your new life, both physically and mentally. To control your hunger, no matter how strong ancient instincts were gnawing at your bones. To keep to the darkness.

To play by the rules.

The Council graciously spared your life under the sole condition that Henry was now responsible for you.

Teaching you. Guiding you. Guarding and providing for you until you’re fit to receive your own territory. And your own place among the new Eight.

And you were grateful for his mentorship, truly. But he was - how could you put it?

Overbearing.

Of course, there was much to learn - from the history of what you’ve become, to your new-found abilities, and Henry took his time explaining it all. But he was always with you, shadowing your every move. On some nights, he allowed you outside, teaching you how to feed, how to blend in with the shadows. But most of the time he saw it best if you stayed inside, where you could be kept safe despite you frequently voicing your disagreement.

It was patronizing, and it was driving you insane. The fact that he saved your life was already enough to make you feel indebted to him for eternity - even if you’ve thanked him numerous times, and he never mentioned or taunted you with it. But it was there, hanging thickly in the air between you.

Just a few days back, you were out hunting, crouching together in the shadows on the outskirts of the forest. Motionless, you waited for something, anything, to cross your path.

You swallowed thickly at the memory of Henry’s body pressed tightly to yours, his breath fanning your face. Vaguely, you were aware of him talking, the low whisper in your ear sending shivers through your very core.

Then, a low chuckle, a smirk on his face when he realized you didn’t hear a single word of what he was saying. Even as he scolded you, all you could think about was how fucking close his lips were to your skin; and you couldn’t decide whether you wanted to get closer or farther away from it.

Nevertheless, all that close proximity wasn’t doing you any favors. You felt tense, all your frustration pent-up and ready to burst. More and more often you caught yourself looking at Henry, your gaze lingering over him: his face, his lips, his beard, down his neck before you caught yourself and turned abruptly away.

You’d sit there, frozen in silent horror, begging all higher powers that this be no more than a passing infatuation.

If he noticed, he didn’t say anything. Yet sometimes, just sometimes, when you couldn’t bear it anymore and let your eyes wander to him again, you’d catch him staring right back at you. His expression unreadable, umber eyes darkening as he focused intently on you. Like a deer caught in the headlights, you’d gape back at him, fleeing the room with the lamest excuse tumbling out of your mouth.

Then, you’d close the door on yourself, laying in bed in the dark, thoughts racing as you wondered about the taste of his lips, or how that beard would feel against the soft skin of your thighs.

At sunset, Henry woke you from an uneasy sleep, to let you know he was going out for the night. Except this time, he wasn’t taking you along.

“Seba will keep you company.” he said, already halfway out the door when you snorted indignantly, muttering under your breath. He stopped, turning back slowly.

“What was that?” he asked, voice low and eyes flashing dangerously in the dusklight.

“Nothing.” you replied, and made sure it sounded as venomous as possible.

Henry took a step back into the room, towering over you.

“Good.” he said, and while he sounded calm, there was an underlying threat in his tone that made it crystal clear he was not up for your bullshit tonight. “I have something to take care of. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“You could take me with you.”

God, you sounded so pathetic.

“This doesn’t concern you.” he said, leaving no room for argument. In a second, he turned his back on you, a whisper of a pain making room in your chest at how easy it was for him to be so dismissive of you. A sharp contrast to the yearning that seemed to burn every inch of your being, and you had to bite your tongue to not beg him to stay.

He looked back from the doorway, giving you one last warning.

“I’d better find you here when I’m back.”

Fuck him.

He was barely out of the house and you managed to convince Sebastian that you felt tired and wanted to be alone. You hoped Henry wouldn’t bite his head off for being naive enough to believe that lie.

Just to be sure, you waited a little before climbing out the window and made your way towards the woods. The cool night air, and the hike through the forest helped take your mind off of things at least. Not completely, of course, but it was nice.

It felt of freedom, even if there was a life to the forest; one the daylight would never let you see. Several hedgehogs crossed your path, hurrying on their way and you scared off an owl when a twig snapped under your boots.

Eventually, you reached your destination - a small creek cutting the forest in two, opening up the night sky. There was much more light here - the full moon rising high, illuminating the trees and breaking into a myriad pieces on the surface of the water.

You sat down on the riverbank, taking it all in. The clouds were clearing in the gentle wind, revealing the stars to you. Absent-mindedly, you pick up a small stone and throw it in the water. The splash scares up some critter hiding at the other bank and the leaves rustle under its paws as it scurries away.

For a few minutes, you just sit there, listening to the trickle of the stream and the occasional cricket chirping in the distance.

And then, you sense him, his presence looming behind you.

You’re not sure how far he was following behind because god damn it, you didn’t notice a thing. In fact, you’re pretty certain you only noticed him now because the bastard let you and that realization stirs up some old anger in you.

“What do you want?” you spat, refusing to spare him even a glance as you threw another stone.

“‘S nice to see you, too.”

“Go away.”

Another splash. He doesn’t move a muscle, of course - you’re in no position to order him around. It reminds you that you have no say in this game, no power. Instead of bickering, he simply sits down next to you, much to your surprise.

“I found a dead fox in the bushes. Was that you?”

You turn to him with a cold glare. “I’m not proud of it, y’know.”

Henry just chuckled. “Yeah, you’ll get used to it.”

You couldn’t help it. You were hungry, and taking what you needed from humans was not something you were ready to do. Pretty sure it wasn’t something you’d ever be ready for. At least there was no judgment from Henry for that. He was a firm believer that even as a vampire, one could still have standards - something he encouraged while mentoring you, too.

His voice dropped lower.

“I just want you to understand-”

“It’s fine.” you interrupted, throwing yet another stone. The words were venom on your tongue, except this time, you didn’t mean it. It just hurt.

Henry scoffed. “Can you stop being a brat for five minutes?”

“You don’t have to explain. I don’t care.”

Splash.

“But I do.”

“Don’t.” You raised your hand, ready to hurl another rock when he caught your wrist.

He wasn’t causing you any pain, just held on firmly when you struggled. You expected him to get angry. To yell. But when you looked over, ready to stare him down, to bicker until fucking dawn; there was something else in his eyes instead. Something soft, and caring - and it scared you.

With a huff, you tore your hand from his grasp. But you shut up.

Henry took a deep, uneasy breath.

“It happened only a few months before we found you, when there were still Eight of us. We met one night, to discuss some official matters. It was supposed to go all smoothly, far enough from town at a rural farmhouse.”

He snorted at the memory. “You’d think a handful of ancient vampires would know better, but we weren’t careful enough. I guess the past centuries made us a little too comfortable. A group of soldiers overwhelmed us.”

An awkward silence settled slowly, causing you to swallow against a sudden dryness in your throat. Never in your wildest dreams could you guess that something like this was behind his caution and sheltering. There were precautions to being a vampire, sure and the rules and quotas were in place to protect you, but still.

“A lot of my friends were killed that night.” He continued. “Only three of us survived - and Seba.”

“That was the night you met Sebastian?” you asked, incredulous.

“Yeah.” Henry looked over to you with concern. “Did he tell you about all this?”

“Just mentioned something in passing, once. Then panicked and refused to say anything else when I tried asking about it.”

“That sounds like him alright, yeah.”

“But what happened exactly?”

He opened his mouth, then closed it just as quickly, shaking his head. “One night, I will tell you. But I can’t, not now.”

He shifted closer, leaning in; you could almost feel his skin touching yours. If you tilted your head, just slightly-

“I- I can’t let that happen again. I couldn’t bear it. I can’t.”

You could practically hear your heart breaking over the pleading in his voice. “Henry…”

And there it was again. That gaze that seemed to see right through all the walls you’ve built, baring all your deepest desires. He was so close, impossibly close, his breath on the air, a whisper like a breeze.

“I can’t lose you.”

You moved before you could think. Just an inch forward, pressing your lips over his. His breath hitched and you braced yourself for inevitable disappointment; for refusal. You weren’t ready for the soft moan in the back of his throat, giving himself to you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this, îngeraș*.” he muttered before slipping his tongue into your mouth, and you didn’t even try to resist him, almost high on his taste.

Where you were desperate, needy and giving in, he was now intense; almost controlling as he took over, one hand slipping to the back of your neck, lowering, pushing you down until the scent of wildflowers erupted around you as you hit the ground, the starry skies embracing you from above.

Panting heavily, Henry pulled away briefly only to look at you, eyes glowing in the dark before he practically attacked your clothes, stripping you of your shirt, your own hands busy with his belt, tearing off his coat, getting rid of anything that could come in your way.

He looked absolutely gorgeous; better than anything you could have ever imagined: his body bathed in the moonlight, muscles glistening with sweat. Your eyes dropped to his neck, then lower, down his chest, following that sweet happy trail and you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself anymore, reaching out - only for him to catch your wrists again.

“Not yet,” he taunted, kissing the inside of your wrists half-apologetically. “I know you’ve been waiting for this, angel, but I’m gonna make you earn it.”

You choked on a sound, opening your mouth to protest but he interrupted you.

“That’s right,” he added, amusement evident in his voice at your shocked expression. “You think I couldn’t hear you? Panting and writhing and whispering my name in the other room as you touched yourself?”

You could feel heat creeping across your face, half in embarrassment, half in defiance as you tried to wrestle your hand free.

“Fuck, Henry, just let me touch you-”

“No.” He said firmly, grabbing your other wrist, pinning your hands above your head with ease as he laid above you, his face a mere inches from yours. “If I’m to claim you, right here, you’re gonna lay there and take what I’m giving you and you’re gonna be a good fucking girl and obey, you hear me. Can you do that, huh? Just once?”

You smirked. “Make me.”

The growl he let out was carnal, fangs flashing before he bit down on your neck. You moaned at the feeling of his teeth sinking into your flesh, just shy from breaking skin but enough to leave a deep mark, a final claim to make you his.

He grinded his hips against yours, his hard cock pressing to your thighs and you practically whimpered, wanting to feel him inside you.

“You’re mine.” he whispered, pressing kisses over his mark, “mine.”

Then, a trail of open mouthed kisses leading to your collarbone, your breasts, and he brought your hands down with his, fingers intertwined with yours to keep you in your place. You were a squirming, whimpering mess as he toyed with your nipples, fangs barely scraping your skin before he took them in his mouth, suckling on them, coaxing the most delicious sounds from you.

You clenched around nothing, needy and craving more as you tried to get some friction, grinding against him. One last lick, his eyes closed as he hummed in appreciation, his tongue slowly sliding over the soft skin of your breasts.

He was hunger itself, feral on the scent of your arousal as he slid lower, leaving small bites all over your stomach and sides, and you moaned louder and louder each time his fangs sinked into your flesh, practically crying with need.

And fuck, if it didn’t feel good to know you had this affect on him, the power to make him drop to his knees and worship every inch of your body with his mouth, his breath damp against your skin.

“Henry, please.”

One last bite, harder than the others, a low growl warning you to let him take what he needs, craves, wants. He squeezed your hands before finally letting go, laying flat on his stomach between your legs, eyes glowing with a fire like the stars above.

“Beautiful angel.” he said, arms wrapping around your thighs, holding you close, keeping you in place as he finally devoured you, dragging his tongue up between your folds, and you almost sobbed, lost in the pleasure.

Your hands scrambled until you found purchase in his hair, shamelessly guiding his movements as you rocked against him, your clit throbbing as he nipped and sucked on it. It felt like you could come any second, your whole body trembling with the force of it when he pulled away.

He wanted to give you more.

His beard was glistening with your arousal, and he made a half hearted attempt to wipe it away, only to reconsider, sucking his fingers greedily for every last drop. When he climbed over you, you couldn’t contain it anymore and reached out to cradle his face, pulling him in for a filthy kiss. He obliged happily, letting you get a taste of yourself.

He didn’t bother to warn you before he thrusted inside you, and fuck, it knocked the air right out of you, a choked sound in the back of your throat he swallowed readily. He filled you up completely, fitting so perfectly that there was no question he was made for you; born for you eons ago for this moment to make you lose yourself in him, his body, his yearning, his love.

He started rocking his hips, his eyes drawn to where your bodies met, watching his cock disappear in you, filling you with pleasure. He was drunk on your moans and the way his name hung on your lips, the way your hands looked for purchase so frantically, grabbing for his shoulders.

Panting, he picked up his pace, pounding into you harder, faster, deeper with each stroke, hissing, cursing softly under his breath when you dragged your nails down his back but fuck if he didn’t love it. It didn’t take long to get you close; the way you clenched around him, your eyes fluttering shut at the overwhelming feeling of your whole body overcome with pleasure drove him over the edge too, the two of you cumming together, the clearing next to the creek loud with your grunts and moans.

Henry barely kept himself from collapsing over you, too greedy to pull out just yet, and you didn’t mind. You were high on euphoria, dizzy with pleasure, your hands lazily caressing his skin.

“We have to go.” he eventually said, softly, in-between featherlight kisses that he peppered along your neck.

He was right, you had to get back before sunrise.

“I want to stay like this forever.” you replied, the words tumbling out of you before you even realized.

“Don’t worry,” Henry said, smirking. “The dawn will find you in my arms, draga mea*; but not here.”

*îngeraș [romanian]: little angel

*draga mea [romanian]: my darling

@itwasthereaminuteago @munsonownsmyass 😘

#henry #eat locals #henry eat locals #henry x reader #eat locals fic #eat locals fanfic #v's scribbles

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schneeflocky · 5 months

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I really want them

#charlie cox #matt murdock #charliecoxedit #daredevil #charliecoxbabygirl #tristan thorn #adam lawrence #owen sleater #duke of crowborough #henry eat locals #christmas

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chrlie-cox · 1 year

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Charlie Cox as Henry in Eat Locals (2017)

#eat local #eat locals #charlie cox #charliecoxedit #cinematv #filmedit #filmtvdaily #dailyflicks #filmtvcentral #tvandfilm #cinemapix #filmgifs #moviegifs #cc:gifs #vampire!henry!!!!!!#i want to smooch charlie's forehead everytime i see it 😗

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itwasthereaminuteago · 6 months

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Henry (eat locals) x female reader

Tags/warnings: 18+ minors DNI, somnophilia, oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v sex, rough sex, dirty talk, pet names, biting, aftercare.

If you like it, please let me know and reblog!

Thanks @munsonownsmyass for giving it the once over!

As you sleepily turn in bed next to him, Henry's eyes are drawn back to the two small fading circles of red marking the delicate skin of your neck.

He did that, you let him do that.

His fingertips carefully take hold of the bedsheet, drawing it slowly down to reveal more of your nakedness without waking you. His gaze follows as an entire buffet of delight is uncovered, one that he sampled richly from last night. Another pair of reddish dots appear, just at the top of your breast. Yes, he did those too, and the ones at the curve of your hip, a stamp of his increasing need for you that was again gathering momentum as he admires his handiwork painted on the canvas of your body. The sheet peels away from your thigh and oh, there's another set of marks. He's not going to bite you now, but he is getting closer to what he does want. He moves softly, silently over you, eyes glittering in the dull light of the morning as he scents your delicious skin, his ears absorbing the music of your easy breath, his fingers feeling your pulse throb steadily through your veins. All a prelude to the main event. Your taste.

You murmur as he slowly and carefully hooks his hands underneath your knees, hitching your legs up and apart so that he can lie between them, stroking the pad of thumb lightly over yet another pair of partially healed puncture wounds on the inner part of your soft thigh. You loved when he bit you, he was well aware of the euphoric effect it could have, even from these small gentle nips. It had taken time for him to feel comfortable enough to assent to your request as he hadn't drank from a human in many hundreds of years, but you'd asked, pleaded with him so prettily both in and outwith of the throes of passion, promising that it was what you wanted and that he couldn't hurt you. How could he deny you that?

His tongue languidly passes across his full lips and they part, he's breathing the essence of you in. He closes his eyes for a second, lashes dusting the tops of his cheeks as his hips press down into the mattress to relieve some of the ache in his groin from how incredibly hard he is for you. He may be stronger, faster, but you have the ultimate power over him. His weakness is your comparative fragility, the soft accepting way you let him in along with your unbound desire for him, and that is more dangerous than any sunrise or stake could ever be.

He opens those hazel eyes and his goal is right there. Trailing his fingers over the soft hairs of your mound, a faint smile comes to his lips as you stir. He's hungry, ravenous, and you are as ripe and ready as a juicy peach, tempting him to devour your sweet and tender flesh.

His finger parts your pussy lips, slipping easily between your folds with how wet you already are from dreaming of him. He's aware of the subtle change in your breathing as you open like a flower at his touch, the tiny whimper you make as he circles your entrance.

"H-Henry..."

The first gasp of his name that morning melts into a high moan as he leans forward and his tongue laps over your cunt. It's such music to his ears and he's in no hurry to reach the crescendo, not before coaxing out every single note of your pleasure that he can.

"Love, I'd die over and over again just for the taste of you." He purrs, lifting his head briefly to meet your gaze, watching you arch and your mouth drop open as he slowly pushes two fingers inside you.

His mouth returns to your center, tongue twirling around your sensitive clit as he draws those fingers in and out a few more times before curling them up, dragging and pressing into your plush walls.

The feeling is almost unsurpassed and so you can't help how your thighs clamp shut around Henry's ears, and he moans deep into you, creating a sensual feedback that intensifies the electric sensation.

You tangle in the sheets, his free hand squeezing your ass, skimming up your undulating form, over your stomach and reaching to caress and knead your breasts. Stuttering moans only spur him as he adores and worships you with his mouth. He's still so measured and controlled, savouring the steady climb to your peak, holding back just enough to have you beg for him.

Please, Henry, please... You twitch and writhe in his tender but firm hold and he grinds into bed again, marking the sheets with the stream of precum dripping from his cock. He wants to give you as much as he can before he gives himself over to you.

The thrum of your blood is loud and hypnotic to him as it pools between your legs at his ministrations. You're a hair's breadth from coming and his eyes flicker up to see your hands moving over your skin, fingers re-finding his possessive marks all over you and it tips you over the edge. Your fingers fly to his head to furrow into his thick, dark hair, tugging and gripping him to you, the scratchy scruff of his beard reddening your delicate skin. Henry groans appreciatively, lapping up the nectar of your sweet release as you tremble, bucking your hips against his mouth, squeezing him tightly between your thighs while you ride out the waves of your orgasm.

He's above you as you catch your breath, and then just as suddenly you're over him as he switches your positions, looking down into the dark pools of his eyes as he stares up at you, still hungry.

"What a way to wake up..." you smile, feeling the thick weight of his cock curving up between your legs. You bend down to drag your tongue over his glistening lips, licking your own taste from them. His hand cups the back of your neck, the other skimming down your side as he slips his tongue into your mouth, kissing you feverishly.

"Anyone would think you had missed me overnight." You jest when you eventually part for breath.

"Oh I did. But is it my fault that you're so addictive, love?" Henry's hand slides down and his thumb grazes over the bite on your neck again. "Your body was calling out to me."

"Was it now?" You hum, running your hands over the hair on his chest. "I was dreaming of you."

He smirks. "I know you were."

"Do you want me to show you what I dreamt of?" You're already teasing the dark curls at the base of his cock and wrapping your fingers around it before he can answer with anything more than a groan. Both of you gasp as you sheath him inside you, that first stretch, that first full thrust almost making you delirious with pleasure. You ride him slowly, leaning forward, body to body and warm skin to cool with your forearms braced by his head to enable you to keep his mouth on yours. You push back up after a time, rocking your hips back and forth in no rush, enjoying the way his pleasure shows in his expression and through his wandering hands.

"Just like this?" He asks, watching you raise yourself up and sink down on him again, your eyes fluttering closed as you nod.

"Mhmm, yes, just like this. And then I- uhh -then I wanted you to- ohh!"

He's rolling up to meet your hips, hands resting at the top of your ass. "And then you wanted me to what, my sweet girl?" His smile is wicked, and it makes you bold.

"Wanted you to take me, claim me, fuck me hard from behind, make me yours." You swallow and tug your bottom lip between your teeth, head tilting back briefly before you look down straight into Henry's dazzling eyes. "Bite me." You hiss.

His fingers dig harder into your soft skin, lips curling just enough that you can see the points of his canine teeth. In a split second he's flipped you over, turned you on your hands and knees and all you're able to do is cry his name as he thrusts his cock back into the tight, wet warmth of your pretty cunt. One hand steadies your hips, the other clasped loosely at your nape as he fulfills your most recent fantasy.

"Like this, love?"

Clipped whimpers leave your lips as he speeds up, his balls smacking against your swollen pussy with the force as he fucks you harder. "Like this?"

The sounds are obscene. You're so dripping wet, he almost slips out of you a couple of times, pulling you back toward him and tightening the grip on your neck. "Mine!" He hunches over you, growling near your ear as your loud moans continue to fill the room.

"y-yes!"

He's rough but still attentive to what you like, squeezing and massaging each of your breasts with his free hand, pinching and pulling at your hardened nipples as filthy promises spill from his sinful lips. Of course, he could be sweet and gentle, make love to you just like he did last night, but right now you want this, his feral, untamed side. You want the animal.

"Oh, that's it my darling, let me feel that pretty little cunt squeezing my cock. I want you to milk me dry, love."

His words have the desired effect and you quiver deliciously around him. His balls are almost hitting your clit every time he thrusts forward, you reach back between your legs to tug on them and he growls deeply, throbbing within you as he nears his climax. He snakes his hand around you, his fingers slip tight, fast circles over your sensitive clit making you grip him like a vice as you near yours. The sound of your blood is a crashing roar in his head, the smell of it mixed with the smell of your arousal has his mouth opening and lips pulling back in a snarl.

"Fuck-- yes..."

Tighter. Faster. Harder.

"Scream for me darling, give me everything!" Henry demands, baring his teeth in a growl and then sinking them deep into the side of your neck. Your eyes roll back, gasping in a heaving breath as he sucks hard, the euphoric sensation of having both his teeth and cock buried in you making you fall apart so spectacularly.

Your hot blood spreads across his tongue before slipping down his throat, his taste buds exploding with the raw, unfiltered essence of you. The unmistakable taste of your aroused state drives him wild. He ruts madly now, wrapped so close around your body and you wail when both his teeth and cock sink deeper as he comes, spurting his release against your still clenching walls.

Your breath is almost lost to you as he squeezes you tightly, his lips pressed into your neck and both your hips still moving, although slower now as the passion gradually burns away.

"Oh..." is the most you can manage to say, your knees are shaking, unable to hold you up as Henry carefully withdraws and lays you both down on your side.

"Are you alright?" Henry asks. He strokes down your arm as he gently licks and kisses over the bite, his manner a complete 180 from just a moment ago.

You tentatively stretch out your body, humming at the slight soreness as you move. "Yeah," you reply, bringing your hand up to his face and smearing a tiny stray drop of red over his lips like a stain. He swipes his tongue out to get it and you smile.

"Satisfied? Did it live up to your dream?"

"It was even better. Henry, you always satisfy me."

He smiles and kisses you on the nose. "I'll run the shower in a sec, can I get you anything? You'll be hungry soon."

"Mm yeah, I'm starving thanks to you! But let's clean up first."

He takes great care in helping you wash, massaging shampoo through your hair and running his soapy hands over your skin, soothing the aches from your body. You do the same with him, fingers splaying over his broad chest, tracing the dips of muscle on his torso and you can't help replaying your morning activities over in your mind. He picks up on your elevated heart rate as your hands slide down over his gorgeous ass.

"You're insatiable," He teases, rinsing the remaining suds off both of you. You hook your hand around his neck and pull him in, indulging in a long, lazy, wet kiss. "I thought you were satisfied?" He says, grinning as you part.

"I'm not the only one who's addictive, Henry."

#henry x f!reader #henry eat locals #henry smut

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charliethomascoxuniverse · 1 year

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Rewatching Eat Locals right now and, yep, Henry’s still just the cutest DILF of a vampire!! 🥰❤️🔥

Also nothing like a little Charlie in chains... 🔥🤤🔥

#we were totally robbed of getting to see him kill the Colonel though 😠#Vampire!Charlie my beloved 🥰💖#henry #charlie cox #eat locals #my random ramblings

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daredevilishlyinhellskitchen · 1 year

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So if I wrote an absolutely FILTHY fanfic for Henry from Eat Locals, would anyone be interested in reading that? Lemme know!

(It’s Charlie as a vampire, a girl can’t just ignore that!)

#charlie cox #daredevil #matt murdock #marvel #fanfiction #x reader #reader insert #Henry #henry x reader #eat local #eat locals #vampire #vampire fantasy #vampire fanfiction

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bellaxgiornata · 7 months

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Forbidden Love Installment List

Pairing: Vampire Henry x Fem!Werewolf!Reader

Warnings/tags: Smut, blood, biting (I mean...that's a given), bit of enemies to lovers, maybe some angst and fluff

Installments:

Part 1: Encounters

Part 2: Intrigue

Part 3: Tempted

Part 4: Devour {Coming Soon}

#henry eat locals #henry the vampire #eat locals #henry x fem!werewolf!reader

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yarrystyleeza · 7 months

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Never ending cycle!

Pictures credits to mattspunshingbag on tiktok

#charlie cox #matt murdock #daredevil #michael kinsella #tristan thorn #owen sleater #Henry the vampire #stardust 2007 #kin amc #Broadwalk Empire #Eat locals

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lene-loki · 2 years

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Charlie Cox Characters Masterlist

MICHAEL KINSELLA (KIN)

IMAGINES

Overdose After robbing Eamonn Cunningham’s stash, the Kinsella’s celebrate their success with drugs and alcohol - until (Y/N) overdoses on cocaine and the happy vibe immediately disappears.

No Prejudices Request: "Okay so get this Micheal kinsella being this scary person and a reader who just treats him with the most kindness anyone can be treated with?? I would love to see the magician be utterly confused and appreciative of the kindness"

OWEN SLEATER (BOARDWALK EMPIRE)

TRISTAN THORN (STARDUST)

HENRY (EAT LOCALS)

IAN HAMILTON (STONE OF DESTINY)

ADAM LAWRENCE (TREASON)

Matt Murdock will be found on my Marvel Masterlist :)

#charlie cox #marvel #mcu #marvel mcu #marvel imagine #imagine #daredevil #matt murdock #kin #michael kinsella #owen sleater #boardwalk empire #tristan thorn #stardust #henry #eat locals #ian hamilton #stone of destiny #masterlist

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dyns33 · 2 years

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Flufftober 22 - Eat Local

Henry x Reader

"You'll never guess what Vanessa told me."

Y/N quickly looked up from her book to stare at Sebastian, who was smiling as if he held the most important secret in the universe, and was waiting for her to beg him to tell her.

"It's really a shame that I can't guess." she replied, returning her attention to her reading.

"Oh, try to guess ! Please ! Well, fine, she told me that vampires are the best lovers."

"Marvellous."

"You don't understand. I found that a little pretentious and insulting. I mean, I'm a great lover, and I'm not a vampire. So I told her that was probably overkill, because even if she is very talented..."

"I don't need details."

"Okay. Just know that she agreed to prove it to me right and… It was the best night of my life."

Even though he didn't talk about it often, Sebastian had confided in her some things about his past, and Y/N knew he had experienced many things, in many areas.

This time, she looked at him with interested eyes.

"... The best night ?"

"I couldn't even explain how I felt. It was... Wow ! You and Henry, you...You know ? I'm not asking you to tell me everything, but like Vanessa said that all vampires were great, I wondered if that was true, or if she just said that to be modest. Because she's really awesome."

"Uh... We haven't... We're not there yet."

Sebastian stared at her as if she had just changed into a weird creature, but he said nothing, pouting a little before nodding.

Maybe he didn't understand that Y/N and the vampire took so long to be intimate, they had been dating for a while, but he didn't judge them.

"So I'm warning you, when you get there... You have to be ready. They're beautiful, strong, fast, tough, and damn it, they know how to satisfy their lovers, those motherfuckers."

She knew he had said that to her without any malice. In Sebastian's mind, this was incredibly important information that he could only share with Y/N, because she was the only person around him who knew vampires existed, and who was dating a vampire.

No doubt he thought he was doing her a favour by warning her that when she became more intimate with Henry, it would be very hot.

But the only thing he managed to do was give her insecurities.

Not only did she begin to wonder if she would be up to it, if she would be able to give Henry as much pleasure as he was going to give her, but on top of that she thought of all the lovers he had had before her.

They had quickly talked about it, Henry hiding nothing from her and answering all her questions. He hadn't had many relationships, since he had never intended to turn anyone before meeting her. They were still waiting a bit, he wanted her to be sure of her decision and to enjoy her human life a bit more, but that was planned for soon.

It proved that he loved her, and of that Y/N had no doubts.

And she knew sex wasn't the most important thing in a relationship.

Moreover, she could always learn, improve. If that was natural for vampires, then she wouldn't have to worry when she turned.

But a part of her thought it might be good not to do anything with Henry while she was alive, to not disappoint him. He would not be mad about it. After all, he didn't seem in a hurry on the subject. He loved kissing her, hugging her and holding her in his arms when she slept, but he didn't force her to do more.

"I can tell you're nervous. I don't want anything you don't want either, my love. I'm at your service, tell me when you're ready, we have all the time in the world."

Henry was truly a lovely man, a true gentleman.

However, even though she knew he could wait, Y/N was also curious. She knew that the feelings humans and vampires had were different.

If she missed this experience now, she might regret it for the rest of her long life.

"What did Seba do this time ?"

"... What ?" Y/N asked, putting her coat on the chair after closing the door to the apartment she was sharing with Henry.

"I can tell that something is bothering you and I know you were with Sebastian. Did he do something that upset you ? Or did someone else hurt you ? I don't smell any other scents, was that a vampire ? If a vampire dared..."

"No, no one did anything, don't worry. Sebastian... He just told me something and, I don't know, it confused me a bit, but he didn't do it on purpose."

"You want to talk about it ?"

Henry, sweet Henry, always so caring. Again, if Y/N didn't want to tell him what happened, he wouldn't force her, and he wouldn't ask Sebastian to explain himself, respecting her choice.

So she sighed, ashamed of what she was going to say, already knowing how he was going to react.

"Vanessa said that vampires are the best lovers."

"Hmm. When it comes to feelings, that's not always true. Some of us are real assholes. But you already know that, you met Peter. On the other hand, it would be a lie to say that we are not good at carnal pleasure. It probably goes with the hunting instinct, we must be able to seduce our prey, to put them in confidence and to relax them. Our senses allow us to know when someone is aroused, with the smells, the pheromones, the pulse, the heat, what are their erogenous zones. The biting can be very pleasant too. And if you use hypnosis, then you don't even have to touch the person anymore, this can be very useful. For example, your heart is beating terribly fast, my love, and your cheeks are very hot. Why did all this annoy you ?"

"I... You're going to think that's stupid."

"I will never think that anything you say or do is stupid." he purred, caressing her neck.

"... I'd love to try, with you."

"It's absolutely not stupid, my love."

"I'm afraid I won't good enough. Since you're terribly gifted."

"... That, that might be a bit silly. Stupidly adorable. It's not a contest, you know ? I'm sure it will be wonderful with you, because it will be with you."

All doubts, fear, self-deprecation vanished in an instant, as Henry looked at her with loving eyes, kissing her hand.

"So now the question is, do you really want to try, or was it because of what Sebba said ?"

"I... I really want to try." she whispered shyly.

Henry then lifted her with his vampire strength, to take her to the bedroom, where he proved to her all night long that indeed, vampires truly were the best lovers.

#eat local #eat locals #henry eat locals #henry eat local #henry x reader #henry fanfic #henry imagine #charlie cox rare characters #flufftober 2022

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why-do-i-breath · 2 years

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Why-do-i-breathe's master list

Requests = open

Matt Murdock

* to be added

*Happy birthday 🎂

OWEN SLEATER

* the party

* to be added

Tristan Thorn

* The Everlasting Petal

*stargazers

*to be added

Morpheus

*A Parents worry

* to be added

The Corinthian

*to be added

The kind monster

Michael kinsella

*to be added

* cuddle time#

Peter parker

*to be added

A spiders hug

Foggy Nelson<3

*to be added

Frank castle

*to be added

Love where the devil doesn't want it

Henry ( eat locals)

* to be added

( I can't add more GIFs)

More characters are

tom riddle

To be added

Toms obsession

Fred Weasley

To be added

James Potter (young)

To be added

Sirius black (young)

To be added

Remus lupin (young)

Remus being Remus

To be added

The outsiders

Sodapop

How to heal the hurting

Darry

Dallas

two bit

Steve

Pony boy

Jonny

And you can request any other characters and I'll learn what I can about them.

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itwasthereaminuteago · 1 year

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|| Sacer Sanguis ||

Henry x female reader

Tags /warnings: period cunnilingus, biting, is that a biting kink? Blood, obviously 😊

A/n: this is dedicated to @munsonownsmyass and @albatrossandivys who fed me lots of hot ideas for our handsome immortal soul. 🧛🩸

This could be a prelude to Love Bites!

You didn't understand it, but it had been happening enough for you to notice a pattern. It was strange. It seemed like every time you were on your period Henry was extremely keen to give you pleasure with his mouth.

Although you were embarrassed and reluctant at first, his passionate insistence, reassurance, and evidence of how turned on he was by it, eventually gave you the confidence to let him get his way. And oh boy, were you glad that you did. None of your previous partners would have even considered doing something like that for you, nevermind enjoying it. And Henry seemed to enjoy doing it a lot, so much so that he'd often get off on that alone.

The orgasms he'd give you were phenomenal, mind-blowing, and multiple... and you also found that you barely suffered from bad cramps anymore, so you were more than happy to let him go to town. And he did.

His acute sense of smell and taste allowed him to detect the faintest traces of blood in the air, no matter if it was fresh or old. He could pick apart the composition of it, tell exactly what animal it came from and how healthy it was.

And on those days when you were due your period you can be sure he notices the change in your scent before you even walk in the door.

He's already on his feet before you can throw your keys on the side table, mouth almost watering as he moves swiftly to pin you against the wall.

"Oh, hey! Hi! What's got into you today, hm?" You laugh, pleasantly surprised by his frisky mood as Henry cages you like a predator playing with its prey. His deep brown eyes flicker up and down your form making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, and he leans in close and breathes you in.

"Mmm, I just missed you, love. Did you have a good day?"

You already start to melt as he kisses just below your ear, and you struggle to even remember what it was you had been doing.

"I- yeah, it was fine, just a bit tired is all… oh!"

Henry nuzzles into your neck and you don't miss the sinful sensation of his tongue sneaking out to lick over the skin of your pulse point.

"Is there anything I can do for you darling? Anything at all…" he asks, voice just as thick and sweet as honey while he's already making your body heat up at his touch. You giggle as his kisses move down towards your collarbones and his deft fingers start to unbutton your shirt, baring the tops of your breasts to him.

"Maybe I should be asking if there's anything I can do for you." You reply with a grin.

Let me clean you up, love.

And that's how you found yourself here, your head tilting back, pushing into the pillows as he works his way between your thighs with a smouldering trail of gentle, teasing kisses that drive you crazy. As he moves closer towards your center, the kisses get a little bit desperate, rougher, his soft lips sucking on your delicate flesh and drawing deep purple marks to the surface of your skin. It sends your heart racing hard in your chest and sometimes you swear you can feel the graze of something sharp before he'd pull away and move on. You gasp and your body twists even as he holds you down, honed in now on your bleeding cunt, that first sure contact of his tongue, the first deep lick between your folds always drawing a completely feral moan from deep in both your throats.

The warm coppery tang of your blood mixed with the slick sweetness of your arousal creates a cocktail that has Henry thanking a god that he doesn't believe in. The complex depth of your flavour spreads across his taste buds, filtering throughout his system and vibrating every nerve connected to his own pleasure. He feels the itch in his gums and can't help his sharpened canines from pushing through, as hard, real, and obvious as his cock.

"Taste so bloody good love." He murmurs in between hungry licks and you can't help but laugh at his choice of words, but he continues his oral appreciation of your monthly bleed and you find yourself entranced by his seemingly insatiable thirst for you.

"M'serious, you're divine… delicious, so decadent…" he dives back in, his fingers digging into you and pulling you hard up against his greedy mouth and making you squeal as he drives you towards the edge again.

Just as you feel the first spark of your orgasm beginning he moves away, spreading your legs even wider, his lips brushing reverently against your plush inner thigh again. You hum low in your throat as you feel him take your skin between his teeth, nipping ever so slightly.

He pauses and backs off yet again, noticing that you're panting hard. His gaze meets yours, blown out black pupils giving away your state of arousal.

"Please don't stop Henry, more… please? Feels so fucking good…"

A wicked grin spreads across his red-tinged lips as he nips at you gently, soothing your reddening skin with his tongue between covetous bites.

"Fuck! Mm, oh god yes, harder…"

Henry growls at your demands, his cock throbbing in response. "Are you sure, love? Wouldn't want to hurt you."

"You could never hurt me, Henry."

Your hands lock around his neck to show him you mean it, tugging him back where you needed him. "Now bite me."

He doesn't need to be told twice, sliding his hands up and under cupping your ass as he opens his mouth and bites down, sinking his teeth slowly into your beautiful tender flesh. The sounds you make almost have him coming apart already. You swear there's magic in that mouth of his, moaning at the blissful burn of sharp pain followed by the soothing laps of his tongue over the mark he's made and then, back to worship your cunt.

"Oh god Henry, that feels amazing! Anyone would think you're a vampire with the way you're acting."

Henry responds with a deep chuckle, kissing your clit and feeling his bloodlust rising like a fever as you leak more of your delectable ambrosia for him.

"Mm, and what if I was?" He probes, raising a brow as your hips buck upward at the mention of it. Interesting.

"Would you stay with me, darling?" He kisses you again. "Do you think you could still love me?"

You let out a wavering whimper as he swirls the firm tip of his tongue around your sensitive bud before sucking it and then plunging into your pussy for yet another addictive taste of you.

"Fuck, Henry! Of course, I'd love you whatever you were, -oh god- as long as you never stop making me feel like this!"

He smiles against you, curling his preternaturally strong hands around your quaking thighs and yanking you down the bed towards him, urging you to wrap your legs around his head. He was so close to sharing the truth, revealing his true immortal self to you, but not just yet.

However, as he pierces your skin once more and you cry out in ecstasy as he drinks his fill of you, he doesn't think you'll mind all that much…

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