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jarofstyles · 6 months

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FICTOBER DAY 24- Holding Back

yeah so... it's angel yn x demon h smut and it's filthy so here we goooo.

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WARNINGS- demon h, angel Y/N, mean Dom h, dumbification, degradation, choking, hair pulling, etc. Just filth.

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Holding her hair in a ponytail, Harry’s hand drug her back to press her back against his sweaty chest. His hips continued to move, the slap of skin audible in the room, but Y/N was trying to keep it down.

“You’re holding back.” He hissed into her ear, the tingles of her hair being gripped and his lips so close making her body shiver. The demon was rough with her, just the way she’d found herself craving, one hand curling around her throat as she let out the most pathetic whimper she’d ever hear. “Who cares if anyone hears, hm? It’s what you need to do.”

His cock was deep in her, fucking into her sopping wet cunt, and he knew he was directly where she liked being fucked. “Poor little Angel. Still so afraid of letting people see even a bit of Dirt.” He cooed, slowing his thrusts and hitting deep, making her mouth fall open and a wheezy squeak leaving her lips.

“I think that’s what it is. Y’walk around, like you’re this holy, sweet, innocent little thing. Perfect Angel, so soft spoken and touch so delicate. But when the door is closed.” He squeezed a bit harder with his fingers on her throat, making her gasp again. “The door is closed and you’re getting your holes fucked by the very creature you claim to hate. Sweet little Angel Y/N, God’s favorite… Is getting raw fucked by the demon who followed you home.” He snickered, loving that he had been her downfall.

If Y/N wasn’t in the midst of pleasure, she would smack him hard. She would turn her nose up in the air, stomp her foot and leave. But she wasn’t there, she was being fucked by said man so well that her body was clay for him to model, her cunt wrapped around him and getting sparks of pleasure rendering her brain useless. “Hm? No retort from the pretty ice queen?” His tongue licked over her jaw, letting her breathe better for a moment as she shook her head. It was the right answer, because she was rewarded with her hair being released and sneaking down to rub at her throbbing clit.

“Right answer, Angel girl. Got you so drunk on my cock that you’ve turned into a braindead little slut.” His voice got rougher, making her clench around him. He was soaked with her arousal, balls dripping with it, and he was enjoying every second of it. “Big and proper when we’re out there but the moment we’re alone you fall to the ground and mouth at my cock, get on those knees and open that pretty little mouth just so I can spit into it, fuck it… whatever I want because you’re just my little toy, yeah Angel?” He felt her try to nod, but that wasn’t enough. “Use your words. Tell me you’re just my toy to fuck.”

“I’m just… I’m your- I’m just your toy to f-fuck.” She shivered, her brain pleasantly floating as he fucked her. Y/N didn’t know sex could be as good as it was and surely she would pretend to hate depraved things such as this when she left the room- but something about the demon made her want to submit fully. Allowed herself to go blank, to take him the way he wanted her to. “Please,please,please, can I?” She pleaded, wanting so badly to cum. The stroke of his cock and his fingers rubbing over her clit and the nibbling of her jaw, it was the perfect storm. She was so close to letting go, so close to cumming all over his thick cock and then-

He stopped. Fingers stilling on her clit, cock buried to the hilt and stopping, Y/N cried out in loss as he cooed at her. “None of that. You’re going to cum when I want you to, beautiful thing. If you’re going to turn your back on me out there, that’s fine. But I want you to remember being edged as many times as you can be. Roll your eyes at me saying hello next time and m’not going to let you come at all. You’ve got to be reminded what you are.” He kissed away a tear, pulling her to lay her head back on him. “A slut for a demon, a personal whore. You’ve signed up for this, you come knocking at my door to apologize… Give me this sweet body and a promise of being better next time… I think the only way to make a girl like you learn, is if I take away what you’re after.” Harry’s hand crawled up her belly, pressing over where he was sure he was buried, rocking back and forth into her to get some relief.

“Because none of those angels can fuck you the way you want. You want flower petals and champagne and a slow rock of a fuck? Go on to them. But you won’t because underneath that angelic body, lays the prettiest, most willing to please slut that wants a pounding.” His chuckle made her shudder again, pressing his lips to her cheek. “As long as you remember you’re mine and show me a bit more respect? I can continue to make this happen. Do you understand me?”

“Yes- yeah, I do Harry. I’m sorry.” She whined, cut off when his hand smacked over her breast. As much as she tried, Harry was the one who shut her brain off. Let her focus on pleasure and give her a sweet pain to remember the next day, making her feel more alive than she had ever been. “I am yours, I promise.”

“I know that.” He stated. “Get back down and turn around. Want to see you cry for my cum.”

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Oh my god I'm actually kind of scared after reading your ghosty sneak peek.

I read the first halloween one shot last year and that creeped me out but it was really good so it was worth it. I'm excited to see what you come up with for this one. It seems like it might be even scarier?

Love this time of year! Wish I could find more creepy scary halloween fics! Are there others you know of that are doing something like this? And I don't mean just halloween party stuff, but scary horror kind of like what you're doing.

Hi! Yes it's going to be spooky and horror based. It's an evil haunted house where harry and y/n are evil and do awful things to humans that enter - but it's not plotless and simply gore - there's a story.

Will it be scarier than the first one? I think it might actually be. I had a weird dream last night 🫣

And as for anyone doing something similar? I think @jarofstyles has some pretty creepy one shots and blurbs they're doing for their Fictober thing. Go check those out. But I honestly don't know if anyone else is going this route or not. I could be wrong.

If you guys know of other horror one shots or fics that are creepy and are posted or will be posted please let me know (comment, reblog, or send me an anon). I'd be curious to see them!

Thank you, anon!

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jarofstyles · 6 months

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FICTOBER DAY 21- I Still Feel Your Lips

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“I still feel your lips, no matter how far away you are.” Harry whispered into her chest, nuzzled into it as he laid on top of her.

Returning from a trip, he had fallen right back into his lover's arms. As much as Y/N understood that the vampire had to delegate his tasks, she didn’t like being held alone in their room at the castle. He had been gone for just a fortnight and she had been feeling thoroughly neglected when he barged into her room. He’d left early, crawling into bed with his human and smattering kissing all over the skin her nightgown left exposed. As soon as she was in his arms again, she gave in. sighing happily as his cool mouth nipped and kissed and licked her skin, all the way up to her neck which she promptly nodded at him to get him to feed. He hadn’t since he left.

Feeding was intimate, it was something the vampire used to despise before he had Y/N. His skin used to crawl as he had to seduce and glamour the humans into giving him a bite, compelling them to forget all about him as soon as he left the dingy alleys or pubs or parties he would find his prey at. Having a feeder, a dedicated human to provide such a thing had never been his initial plan- but Y/N seemed to his exception to everything.

Her head was still buzzing and floaty from the bite, the warm feeling cocooning her as his caresses and close proximity grounded her, tethering her to the plush bed he had dubbed as their own. While most did not sleep in the same room as their feeders, Y/N had pushed that boundary of his until it was ground into dust. He couldn’t rest without knowing she was sleeping soundly in his arms. Lips brushed her throat, making sure she was clean of her own blood before they moved to connect to her sleepy ones. Harry had arrived in the middle of the night, but she was happy to be awoken by his minty, parchment scent. He’d stripped of everything but his briefs, pulling the blankets on top of them and let the candles stay lit.

“Please.” She whispered, curling her leg around him. “I don’t sleep well without you inside me.” It felt pathetic to beg for, but he’d gotten her into the habit. Tucking his hard prick inside of her and let her feel full as he rubbed her slippery clit to orgasm, letting her fall asleep with him safely inside of her and waking her the next day with his slow thrusts. Harry had made her addicted to him, but when he whispered to her about how she must have been made for him- she had the mind to agree with him.

“Oh, my sweet. M’sorry.” He cooed. “M’sorry. I know, my poor thing.” His croon made her shiver, feeling his hand slip between them to pull the fabric covering him away. “I was so focused on your taste. I missed you so…” Her heat was almost too much, making his teeth clench and nostrils flare as he smelled her musky sweetness. She had been waiting for him, his precious human girl. There was little time wasted before he slipped the tip inside, hissing quietly at the feel of her heat trying to take him in.

“Yes-Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She babbled, only quiet when his mouth covered hers and he slowly filled her up to the brim. She could feel him stretching her just as her body craved, every ridge and vein falling back to the place it needed to be. It took a few moments, heavy balls tucked snug against her ass as he let his weight lay on her and his cock fill her in the way he knew she needed so badly. His thumb stayed connected between them, rubbing tender circles on her swollen clit as her breathing picked up.

“You’re welcome. I missed this.” He sighed, the click of their lips connecting and pulling apart sounding again. “Missed you dearly. They offered me one of their feeders but.. I said no. No one else tastes as good, feels as good as you. I felt revolted at the idea.” His words made her whine, which he promptly shushed. “No, my sweet. You are the only one who I want. Taste divine, keep my cock warm and wet… No one else could ever compare. I counted the minutes until I could return to our bed.” His thumb rubbing back and forth made her toes curl, head tilting back and baring her neck for him all over again. She loved feeling him bite her, even not being fed from. The pinpricks from his teeth, the marks they left. She loved being owned by him. She’d been scared when he had originally brought up the proposition, but couldn’t imagine herself anywhere else.

The vampire knew what she was asking for, biting down over the columb of her throat and feeling her tighten up on him as her clit throbbed against his wet thumb, her arms tight around his neck. This was the euphoria both of them had become completely and utterly addicted to. Neither could see it ending. “Come on now, darling. Soak me and close those pretty eyes. You’ve not slept well.. I will take you fully in the morning, but you need release, and then rest.” He purred. Let me take care of you, as you do to me.”

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jarofstyles · 7 months

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JAROFSTYLES FICTOBER

Hi darlings! Welcome to our fictober. We are going to try and write 31 blurbs in October, and here is our prompt list. A lot will be halloween/fall coded but you do NOT have to do so. It’s all up to you. We will probably jump around in order but if you’d like to join us, you can do whatever feels comfortable.

Tag us if you decide to write along with us!

We will probably do blurb length pieces (under 1000 words) but we have no promises it won’t turn into something bigger! No stress on word count, just writing to enjoy as fall finally sets in.

This will ultimately end up as the challenge masterlist as well, so look out for them!

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“So pretty… yet so deadly.

“Was it worth it?”

“Don’t you trust me?”

“Have you done this before?”

“Can I hold your hand?”

“Do you believe in soulmates?”

“I wish this could last forever.”

“This isn’t the type of scream I’m used to…”

“I’ll find a way to shut you up.”

“How many lifetimes do you think it took to find each other?”

“It’s never a good thing when you smile like that…”

“I’ve seen you…. You’ve been in my dreams.”

“Are you trying to taunt me?”

“Don’t you like cider?”

“Do you ever wonder what’s in the woods?

“I hope you burn in hell.”

“Does this movie really scare you?” (Skater Boirry)

“Give me a spin… let me see the full thing.”

“Let me worry about you.”

“I feel safe with you… oddly enough.”

“I still feel your lips, no matter how far away you are.”

“Did it hurt? When you fell from heaven?”

“I think that got a smile out of you, don’t hide it away!”

“You’re holding back.”

“Keep going. No one can hear us.”

“I’ve spent so long looking for you…”

“I didn’t even know this existed!”

“If I take my hand off your mouth, you have to promise me you won’t scream…”

“If it’s wrong, why does it feel so right? Why does it only feel right with you?

“I’m in the mood for something… sweet.”

“I can’t believe you used to hate Halloween… What changed?”

ALTERNATIVE PROMPTS-

“God, you’re such a baby.”

“Open your fucking eyes!”

“How did I end up in your bed?”

“Can I do your makeup?”

“Are you serious? That’s the costume you chose?”

“There’s no way I’m ever going to touch him.”

“Tell me the truth, please. What’s going on?”

“My head is spinning from how fast those lies are leaving your mouth.”

“Be serious for a second- is it okay if we do this?”

“What’s the point in having an apron if you’re going to make that type of mess anyway?”

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jarofstyles · 6 months

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FICTOBER DAY 18- Give Me A Spin

heheheh we have a halloween check in (filth) from our You Again universe!!!

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“Give me a spin… let me see the full thing.” Harry spoke, swirling his liquor around the tumbler. The ice clinked against the glass as he sat in the armchair, letting Y/N give him costume choices for his friend’s Halloween party.

Y/N wanted to look tasteful but also a little sexy. Harry was older than her and she assumed his friends were also kind of classy. It wouldn’t be like any college party she had gone to before, and since actually starting to date the more mature man, Y/N had made some changes. It was nothing she didn’t already want to do but it seemed like Harry elevated her in a way. Something she really liked, but something like this was slightly intimidating.

Her options had come in the mail, and consisted of things that could potentially match Harry’s options. He had an obvious suit, so she thought she could go as a secretary, or he could do jeans and slicked back hair, so she bought a 50’s Grease inspired outfit. There had also been the relaxed version of princess aurora, which she could match with one of his flowy white shirt shirts and brown trousers- but there was one that she had bought specifically to rile him up.

Harry as a whole was a very mild mannered, calm man. He was soft spoken and gentle with his approach, level headed and a lot of the things she expected out of dating a man like him- but she had seen his other sides. How he could become far more excitable when she dragged it out of him. Y/N still had a lot to learn about the man sitting in front of her, but she knew one thing for certain- she had started to poke the bear.

Her last costume was one she had tucked away from a previous Halloween party, one where she was definitely more bold with her attire. A lace bodysuit with a little puff tail attached to her ass and bunny ears was absolutely not what she was going to wear to a party full of his friends, but when she was giving him a little fashion show? She figured she would test her luck.

The white black heels highlighted her legs perfectly, making her feel tall and statuesque as she began to turn herself around carefully. He would want to look at every detail, every little bit of it when it was on her because her goal would be for him to take it off. His eyes could be felt on her as she preened, turning back to face him with her hands clasped in front of her, anticipation building in her belly for his reaction. “What do you think?” She prodded, tilting her head in that pup-like way that seemed to always get to him.

Harry was silent for a moment, taking a sip of his drink as he let his eyes eat her alive. She swore she could feel his line of sight burning her skin, lingering on her thighs and her breasts that both were quite exposed. The longer he was quiet, the more she felt like squirming, knowing that she had definitely just taunted him when he had had quite the work day. She was playing with fire but desperate to feel the burn.

“I think you’re a filthy whore.” He said, not changing his posture as he took another sip. “But I do like that quality about you, darling. Come to me.”

Y/N could feel herself getting wet when he leaned back in the chair and spread his thighs, patting the left one for her to sit on. She didn’t want to seem too eager but god, she was. She was so eager and embarrassingly wet as she moved to him and went to sit across his lap, only to be stopped by his hand.

“Wrong way. Straddle it, darling. Go on.” He patted her ass, steading himself as she stared at him with wide eyes, doing as she was told. Her brain immediately reminded her that he was definitely going to feel how wet she was if she stayed like this, trying to keep some of her weight off- but that plan was foiled when he tugged her to sit down.

“I-I think this means you like it?” She asked, feeling his fingers brushing over the lace as he hummed in his throat, his gaze making her feel naked. The costume had her close to it, but that’s probably why he loved it so much.

“I do. I like when when my pretty girl dresses slutty for me. Sometimes… I forget, y’know?” His hand squeezed her thigh, tapping his fingertips on the top. “I forget that you’ve got that filthy side that I need to indulge in. I’ve been fucking you too sweet, hm?” His hair fall slightly into his eyes as he shook his head, a little smirk rising on the corner of his lips. She could feel his thigh muscle tighten as he adjusted himself in the chair, keeping her steady before resting his hands on the arms of the plush armchair.

“A little.” She peeped, eyes round as she tried to gauge him. Harry’s touch had been taken away but he made no moves to move her from his leg. “I love it all, though. I do, I just like when you…” Her voice caught as she shifted, her clit brushing against both the lace of her bodysuit and his pants.

“When I what, sweetheart?” He murmured, looking unbothered despite his dark eyes. “When I treat you like my little doll? Is that what you like?” His words were cooed, but she could feel the slight humiliation on her cheeks when she shivered at them. “Yeah, I think that’s it. You knew what this little get up would do f’me. Wanted to tease me, because my sweet little thing isn’t about to flash her pussy to everyone. Or maybe she would.” His fingers rose again, tugging the top of the bodysuit down to reveal her tits, pebbled nipples taken between fingers as he plucked them. Y/N mewled, trying to get closer to him when his touch fell away.

“N-no. I’m yours.” She insisted, shifting again and letting her eyes hood as she felt the burst of pleasure again. Why was this making her so wet? “Promise, I’m yours. I did it for you, I know you had a day a-and I wanted to make you happy.” Her explanation was breathy as Harry bounced his thigh a few times, making her gasp.

“Aw, look at that.” He smiled. “Sweet little fuckdoll. You wanted to put on a show for Daddy, hm?” His grip moved to her waist, pulling her to move her hips. “Then do it. Ride my thigh, make a mess of it, but don’t cum.” There was no arguing with him, but Y/N whined anyways. Rocking her hips was a sweet relief, mouth falling open and fingers curling in his shirt as she rubbed her clit over the fabrics.

“None of that whining, Doll. I can smell how wet y’are. Filthy thing, must have been gagging for it all day. Love you too much to deny you, but…” He sucked his teeth, watching her bunny ears begin to slide down which he prompt fixed. “Daddy’s got a pretty little fuckbunny and I want to feel that perfect cunt gush around my cock when you cum. M’selfish when it comes to your pleasure. All of it belongs to me, yeah?”

Y/N nodded, but it wasn’t enough for him. His fingers gripped her cheeks, making her lips pout and her gasp as she moved her hips faster. It was rare for him to ever do something like this, but she loved to make him shed the sweet, fluffy skin that was usually reserved just for her with the deep, slow sex and soft kisses, to this. The slight degrading, the playing with her right back. “I said, It all belongs to me. Use that pretty bunny brain to respond with words, my love.” He pulled her down for a soft kiss before releasing her, brow raising in expectation.

“It’s yours, I’m always yours, Daddy. I’ll do anything for you.” She whispered, eyes watching as he began to undo his belt. Her mouth was almost watering, wanting to take him down her throat and taste him, but she would behave until he said to do anything but.

“That’s what I wanted to hear, babylove.” He sighed, letting his belt fall to the floor. “Now keep going, get to the edge, and then sit on my cock. Bounce on it like the good little bunny y’are.”

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jarofstyles · 7 months

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FICTOBER DAY 3- Don't You Trust Me?

If you guys like this we can do another part for this.. hehe

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warnings- mention of abuse, werewolves, asshole!harry, mention of blood and injury, mention of death/killing

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Y/N was silent as she looked up at the man who had the power to ruin her life standing over her. Her arms were crossed, body sat in the corner as his wolfish smile sent a shudder through her body.

God, he was scary. The alpha of a rival pack greeting you personally in a holding cell was absolutely not what the ideal scenario would be for anyone, but especially not when it was this alpha. He wasn’t known for his kindness, his pack staying to themselves and remaining self sufficient. When her own pack had tried to come in and take over years ago when she herself was just a pup, they’d lost hundreds. The true scale and viciousness of the pack had been extremely underestimated by an arrogant alpha with no sense of fear. Surely he died with one though, at the hands of the one in front of her.

“There, there, pet. Why are you trembling?” The croon was sickening, the eyes dark as he slowly approached her cowering body. “Hm? You’ve got to understand why we had to take you in. Sniffing around our land is… unfavorable. Not a wise move.” His shoes clicked on the cement of the holding cell, the cold floor itself freezing her core. He was pawing at her, playing with his food. “Do you know who I am?”

Y/N didn’t find her voice yet, nodding as an answer. That wasn’t good enough for him, though, and she felt it when his voice dropped and he stopped right in front of her. “You’re a big girl. Use your words. Do you know who I am.. Where you are?”

“Yes.” She squeaked, swallowing thickly as she kept her eyes averted. “I know who you are and I know where I am.”

“So tell me why you thought it was a good idea to turn up here?” He asked, the toe of his brown leather boot nudging her knee. “Hm? Give me your eyes when you’re speaking.” His voice tensed. “Don’t be disrespectful.”

Y/N was terrified. This was a man who was known for devious things when provoked and the last thing she wanted to do was provoke her, but her body was frozen. “I’m s-sorry, I’m just afraid. I didn’t mean to come on to your land. I got lost.” The excuse was laughed off, the bark of laughter making her clench her fists. Why would he laugh at that?

“Lost? You avoided all the signs?” His arms crossed over his broad chest making her sink deeper into the wall. His gaze cut like a knife into her own. “I find it hard to believe that. But let’s say I do. Why should I let you go? I see… quite an interesting pack mark on your arm.” His smile was rueful, eyes narrowed as he stared at the mark with clear detestment. “How do I know you aren’t a spy, hm?” He growled. “How do I know that the weak land you come from hasn’t gained another delusional leader, since it seems to run in your stream water, thinking they can overtake my own land?”

“I swear, that isn’t it, I don’t agree with what they’ve done in the past and I-” The interruption was another growl that made her cower back, internally hating herself for it. If she had proper food and water in her, perhaps the snark could come back where it usually sat at the tip of her tongue, but she was too tired and frightened to argue. “I was trying to escape them. I was, I was trying to throw them off my trail and making different lines for them to follow. I wasn’t paying attention and didn’t even know until I was tackled and brought up here.” Rudely, she may add. Tossed into the cell with no answer of why and no chance to explain herself. Until now.

“Escaping?” Harry quirked a brow, rubbing his thumb over his bottom lip as he observed her. There was no telling if he believed her or not, but she was wishing on every star she had that he could spare her. “Why would you try and escape them? They try to advertise being a luxurious and exclusive pack…” His eyes ran over her. “It would make sense for them to think little of me. Send their prettiest pack member over with a sob story, try and break into my strategies and secrets. There are always whispers.”

“I-I swear to the moon, that isn’t the case. I’m leaving because- because my father promised me to the alpha’s son. He’s dangerous. I’ve been hurt so many times before just in the courting process and they won’t let me back out of this deal.” She swallowed her sob that had been crawling up her throat, terrified of her fate. “I know it sounds fake but I swear it, Alpha. I promise. They’ll put out a howl for me soon, report me missing and stolen but If I was to return, they’d kill me.” She stressed, eyes widening up at the bigger man. “Oh god, I’m going to die either way. You’re going to kill me too.”

“Perhaps.” The werewolf Alpha replied. “If you’re lying, I’ll cut your throat myself. I’ll make an example out of you and send your arm back to your pack, with that disgusting mark branded over with our own.” It was terrifying, the way he spoke with such little care for her life- as if it would please him to make a point to the pack she was running from. “But, if you aren’t lying.. I think it would be such a beautiful turn of events if I take you in. Rub some salt in the wounds I know are still gaping open back in those artificial crystal encrusted gates.” He sneered in obvious distaste, the true hatred of her birth pack showing with his eyes. Y/N couldn’t help that tiny sliver of hope at his words, though. If he took her in?

“I promise, I swear it, I’m not lying. If you- if you can promise me safety from them, I’ll stay and work for you, I’ll do anything... You won’t regret it.” She pleaded, giving him her most honest look. She was exhausted, filthy, her ankle throbbed and her head was still bleeding from where the guard had wacked it on the tree when she flailed. All she wanted was a warm bed, a wash, some food and safety from the people she knew were hunting her.

The strong creature gazed down at her with a silent promise. If she messed this up, she was dead. If she was out in the forest, she probably would suffer the same fate.

“Anything?” That wolfish smirk rose on his lips, a sparkle like glint in his eyes. Y/N knew that wasn’t a good thing, but she had no choice but to nod. “Unwise to promise that, little pet. But i suppose I can let you stay.” Harry couldn’t resist the temptation to win yet another battle from her pathetic excuse of a pack. Having their most attractive member run to him for shelter? That would be the icing on the bloody cake. “You’ll be put on probation. I need you to be watched and I will be listening in to every rumor and whisper in the wind to assure you aren’t leaking anything back.” Taking a step forward, he extended his large hand, Y/N’s swallow audible as she was slow to place her smaller, dirt and blood stained palm into his own.

“Lets move a bit faster, pet. Don’t you trust me?”

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jarofstyles · 7 months

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FICTOBER DAY 11- Smile

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Warnings- incubus/succubus, smut, threesome mention/ sex w other people mention, mmf/ffm mention, demons, blood, halloween etc

“It’s never a good thing when you smile like that…” Y/N whispered as she tugged her partner’s arm towards her, eyes narrowed in humorous speculation as she watched his smirk grow. The club was dark and foggy from that god awful fog machine the hired DJ had brought, the scents mixing in the room making her want to plug her nose.

Halloween made it much easier for them to be their authentic selves. Harry and Y/N often had to hide their eyes, curtain them with human presenting ones when they went out to search for trouble. Tonight, Halloween night, had to be the best of the year. Mischief and sex, costumes galore, sin city personified. Their black eyes were assumed contacts, Y/N’s sharp black nails dragging over the front of Harry’s chest. A short black skirt barely covered her thighs and a lacy black corset top was doing little to hide her swirls of black markings down her neck and back. Harry’s were slightly more hidden, but his form always got attention. It’s what made them so good at what they did.

Succubus and Incubus.

“It’s a good thing you love to be bad, isn’t it my love?”

Y/N chuckled, trailing her fingers up his bare skin and catching his jaw, nails digging into the skin as she turned it back towards him. “What’s the point of wearing a shirt if you’re barely going to button it, hm?” She squeezed his face, her own saucy smile rising on her lips. “Who’s caught your eye, darling? Someone pretty that we can feed on?” Her eyes met his, reading that he had done exactly that.

When they normally went on the prowl, they’d take their time- but it was like a buffet tonight. People ready and willing, eyeing both of them up. They were made for pure sexual attraction, humans being drawn to them like a magic spell as their energy infiltrated a space. To be chosen by both of them? The human would have stories for days. Being in a threesome with two of the best looking people they’d ever seen, bragging rights for days. They wouldn’t miss the blood that either of them took, nor would they mind their sexual energy being feasted on. For humans, it was a magical experience. No loss, no hurt, only one of the most pleasurable and euphoric experiences of their lives. The haze would follow them for days and they’d feel their touches for weeks on end, but it wasn’t harmful. Wistful, perhaps.

The only drawback? No one would ever compare.

They’d search the world for a human who’s cock was able to press right into that spot like Harry’s had, someone’s tongue that swirled around their most sensitive bit the way Y/N’s did, desperate for a taste of either of them, but they wouldn’t. Not unless they came about another of their kind.

Their routine varied, as Harry claimed that ‘Variety is the spice of the afterlife’. Sometimes her chose, sometimes she did. It wasn’t like there was a lack of interested participants who approached them either. But Halloween was a night that all sorts of guidelines were lifted, and their rule for only having one encounter a day was lifted. With the ability to keep the spread of diseases, they didn’t have to wait to leave from one club to another, working on their third now. The high was lifting them up, their first two playmates safely tucked in cabs to get back home and surely sleeping off the exhaustion they had given them.

“Show me, H. I chose last time, so it’s your turn now.” She watched his eyes flutter shut as she dragged her nails back down his throat to rest at his chest, a subtle growl leaving his throat. He loved pain, loved her nails, and his one and only soul mate. The sex with others was fun and games, a way to provide energy, but his real lifeforce was loving his sweet goddess. No one would ever compare to her, to the way she made him feel both inside and out of the bedroom.

There was a difference between fucking for fun and for their needs, versus the love they made to one another. Their lovemaking varied between soft, soppy morning sex to bloody, rough, primal sex. There was no doubting what they preferred, and it was always each other. His arm wrapped around her waist, swinging her swiftly in front of him as he dipped his face to press cheek to cheek. “The one in the little devil costume.” He murmured, brushing his cock against her ass. “We did an angel earlier, but I’d like to see what the little devil has in store. Bet it’ll be a lot of fun, don’t you think?” He brushed his lips against her cheek, pecking it lightly. “Messy girl. Still have a bit of blood on you.” Swiftly, his tongue licked against the corner of her lips and hummed before tightening his grip on her. “We’re only halfway through the night. Already getting messy for me?” He clicked his tongue at her, feeling her eye roll despite knowing her arousal was at the top.

“It’s the one day we can be. I can get blood all over my outfit and no one will blink an eye, think m’just a sexy creature.” She laughed, turning in his strong arms to peer up at him. “You know how much I love a mess, but you’re worse than me, aren’t you?” Her thumb was gentle now, brushing his bottom lip. It was still swollen and some of her lipstick stained them a cherry red, enhancing his pale skin even more. His clean shaven jaw was sharp as a tack and his white teeth tried to nip at the pad of her thumb playfully, but she was too quick. Her man was too handsome for his own good. “Mm… I know you love to bury your tongue in holes, any of them, and get all wet.” She had seen it firsthand just 30 minutes ago, the woman writhing under them as Y/N sat pretty on her face and watched Harry lose himself in the taste of their new friend. “I can still smell that girl on you. She was a fun one, wasn’t she? Had to revoke those wings as soon as you touched her.” She purred, wrapping an arm over his neck. “And you love when they choke on your cock. The other boy I chose did such a nice job taking you into his throat, hm? Amazed him a little with how much you can cum… All over his face, and his ass too. So don’t tease when you’re just as bad as me.” Her voice floated to him, making him groan. His cock was against her tummy this time, perpetually hard and her words only made it worse. “And if you want to take care of the hard time you’re currently having, throbbing against me, you better go pick up our playmate and bring them back to me.” Her hand slipped rom his neck, dow between them and cupping his erection.

His cock was her favorite and alway would be. Perfectly thick and curved, she’d never met a person who didn’t like it, but to her it was perfection. Her prized possession. Having a soulbond with someone who pressed right where she needed, that filled her up to the brim and fucked her good enough to have her growling was all she needed. Leaning up, her lips pressed against his own with a soft ‘pop’ as she pulled away, not getting too carried away yet. “Go on, pretty boy. Since you know how much I love to be bad… get us a slice of our trouble for the night. We’ve got so many more friends to meet.”

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FICTOBER DAY 5- Can I Hold Your Hand?

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“Can I hold your hand?” The small voice peeped up at him. Their son in his train conductor costume had been insistent that he was too big to hold his father’s hand, he was a big boy now and he could do trick or treating all by himself.

Y/N pushed the baby carriage, his little sister still a drooly little baby with a plush pumpkin costume on her body and a tiny hat on her head to keep her warm as the october air chilled up. His wife was dressed up in a poodle skirt and letterman jacket, a little tie around her neck and a bouncy ponytail bobbing as she walked. Harry had chosen function this halloween, wearing jeans and a black leather jacket. His saddle shoes were the only thing he purchased for the getup, his hair slicked back in a 50’s like manner- except that one strand that escaped and curled over his head. Y/N had been adamant he not try and fix it, it apparently did something to her.

“Yeah? Not too big to hold my hand now, mate?” He teased, placing his hand down for the smaller one to take. Their gait was slow, their son not the fastest with his Thomas the Tank Engine soft cut out around his body. It made him a big more clumsy, too, which is why Harry was glad Y/N had put knee guards and gloves on him.

“No. I’m am big, but I don’t like all the noises.” He tried to maintain, but the spooky music filtering through the neighborhood and sound effects of the motion sensor activated decor making the poor thing jump. Hell, one of those things had even made Harry clutch his chest as he had approached the front door to ring for candy. What was with these things getting more and more accessible to the public? He remembered the only time he used to see these things were in haunted houses he went to in uni. Now it seemed everyone on the block had a jumpscare waiting to strike. Stupid screaming skeleton.

“It’s okay, baby.” Y/N crooned. “Did you know that on one of our first dates, Daddy took me to see a movie and got so scared he screeched?” It was true, but it was justified. Most of the room had jumped or made a noise too- it just so happened that his had been a bit more loud and high pitched than he would have liked.

Harry looked at her with narrowed eyes, scoffing as his wife grinned like the little shit she was. Really? “Are you ever going to let me live that down? I told you, it was just a bad jump scare. You jumped too.” He looked towards their son, who was giggling simply because Y/N was. “Mumma’s being silly. It’s not a bad thing to scream either, it’s natural.”

“But you’re so big and old, Daddy. You can’t get scared.” He giggled, his fingers squeezing on to Harry’s as they approached another pathway to go up to the house. It was decked out in cobwebs and had some cool orange and purple lighting, spooky sound effects filtering through hidden speakers in the bushes. The howl of a wolf sounded, having him step closer to Harry’s leg. “You go with me?”

“What’s this, then hm? Make fun of me for being scared and then asking me to go?” He ruffled the conductor hat on his head. “You’re lucky I love you loads and Mumma is afraid of the spiders in those webs or I’d made you go with her.” It was all in jest, Y/N simply shrugging. How was she supposed to know what spiders were fake or real? It would be a perfect place for one to hide and jump into her hair!

“It’s okay to be afraid of things, baby. Your father is just silly. Even sillier than me.” Her hand came up to squish Harry’s chin, letting her lipstick give a big kiss mark on his cheek, the bright red in the perfect shape of her lips. When she pulled back, there were loud giggles as the mark was revealed. Harry didn’t mind, clearly, blushing slightly as he knew exactly what she had done, but to their son it was apparently the funniest thing in the world. Y/N shot him a playful glare before threatening him with the same. “Go on, then. Or you’re getting a kiss mark from me too. Grab Mumma a chocolate if there is one.”

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FICTOBER DAY 14- Cider

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Harry sighed as he brought the sippy cup towards his daughter’s face. She turned, eying the Minnie Mouse cup warily before looking to her dad with a shake of the head. The winter festival was a big deal in their small town and Y/N had left Harry and their daughter at the picnic table while she grabbed some miniature donuts from the food truck.

“Don’t you like cider?” He tried, taking his own cup and taking a sip. “It’s good, sweetheart. S’like your apple juice, yeah?”

“Not apple juice.” She whispered, looking at the cup in front of her. Harry had placed it down, hoping she would take it when she wanted it. Her curls were up in little pigtails, the ringlets maintained with two orange hair ties and tiny pumpkin hair clips. Y/N had let him do her hair today and he thinks he did an alright job based on all the coos his little girl had gotten.”It’s wrong, Daddy.”

“What do you mean?” He asked, slightly exasperated. She was in a weird transition phase where she was skeptical of everything, curiosity not quite being the right name for it. “Of course it is. Tastes just like apples. Maybe a little sweeter.” He paused, brushing his finger over her slightly cool cheek. Her long sleeve thermal shirt and little overalls were adorable, but he knew when Y/N got back with the bag he would need to put a sweater on her.

“It’s not the right color!” She squeaked, looking at him with furrowed brows. A look that his wife said was his own karma, considering he had an almost identical one. He blamed genetics, but Y/N and his mum both swore it was his personal karma. “It’s dark and its not- it isn’t see through. I don’t like it!”

Harry shook his head, picking up the cup again. “No, no. It is made from apples, just like your juice, but it’s made a little differently. It’s a bit better for your tummy, too. We get it every year, and you had a sip of Mummy’s last year. You liked it, remember?” He tried to soothe his toddler, who seemed fraught with concern that the unfamiliar drink was somehow going to be ‘yucky’, as he knew she would put it.

Her expression fell a bit, looking at the drink and back to him. “I did?” Harry couldn’t blame her for not remembering, but it was a bit comical to see her try and place the memory.

“Mhm. You had some of Mummy’s. She’s going to get the little donuts, yeah? You remember those?” He smiled, giving her the cup which she took cautiously. Her little nod made her pigtails bounce, making him want to coo at her. Truly, she was the most adorable little thing and his heart had never felt more full of love. Every day, his heart worked overtime just for her and her Mum. “Yeah, so why don’t we try it? Put it in the Mickey cup too so you won’t spill. If you don’t like it I’ll drink it and let you have something else, yeah?”

That seemed to placate her well enough, her little lips taking a noisy sip from the red lid- and her eyes lit up. “It is apple juice! Daddy, it’s just like it.” She chirped, taking another sip as her body did a little dance.

“I told you, baby.” He had to laugh, watching Y/N approach with the bags of treats, slinging her leg over and taking a seat with a sigh.

“Sorry, love. Took forever.” She handed him the bag, going to open her mouth but interrupted by a small chirp.

“Mumma! Daddy got me this stuff and He said it was like apple juice n’I said no cause it- it doesn’t look right but then he told me, he told me to try and it and is like apple juice!” She peeped, lifting her cup to show her. “See? He says I tried it last time but I don’t member too much besides the donuts cause I was just a baby last year.”

Y/N’s brows rose, looking at her daughter with a little laugh. “Yeah? See, trying new foods can be fun. We can get some to bring home if you’d like.” She placed a few mini sugar donuts on the plate and handed Harry a napkin to clean the dribble of cider form her chin.

“Yes, please!”

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FICTOBER DAY 4- Have You Done This Before?

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“Have you done this before?” Harry whispered against her hair as he felt her leaning her head back on to a cool shoulder. He was asking even though he already knew the answer. Foreplay. Flashy red lights lit up the club, the crowd thick and preoccupied. His prize, the pick of the night allowing his hands to wander around her body, the red velvet slip dress making his cock ache.

Y/N knew going to a club known for being a vampire hang out, aka a blood bank, was risky. Some could say she was having a quarter life crisis, some could say she was going through it, but she was tired of sticking to the books and her bed. She’d rarely been one to take a risk, more apt to listening to a raunchy audiobook as she cleaned up from baking her cinnamon rolls to take to work as a treat for her coworkers the next day. Showing up somewhere that had you sign a waiver to get inside to let you know you were responsible for your own safety if you left the premises had been chilling, but she knew that she had to take a shot.

“No.” She whispered, eyes closing as the taller vampire pulled her closer against his body. The frosty tip of his nose ghosted the side of her cheek making her breath catch in her throat, the large hand resting on her hips keeping her pulled up against him as they moved to the music. Harry had zeroed in on her as soon as she walked inside. Most people had been watching, the obvious uptick in her pulse showing her excitement or nerves and the brand new scent intriguing most of them. It was always fun to see a newbie, but this one in particular had his fangs growing without his permission.

Her scent was divine, decadent, every delicious word. Sweet. So, so sweet, like cinnamon and vanilla and a bit of ginger. It wasn’t the artificial type that came with human made perfumes, the kind that made a sticky coating in the back of his throat that he despised. No, she smelled like homemade, fresh sweets. He’d always been known to have a sweet tooth. He’d wasted little time in approaching, not bothering to go with the usual hunt of the prey tactic. It was obvious Y/N was a rare one with that sort of potent, perfect scent, and Harry was selfish. He’d never claim otherwise.

She had been easy to charm once he soothed her worries, explaining how it worked. How people enjoyed the feeling of the venom, like a high. How it was intimate and hot and that’s why there were private areas for bites and the after activities. Harry usually liked that, less of a problem, but tonight? Harry was thinking about getting his food to go.

“Well… Will you let me, sweetness?” He purred, inhaling her scent as his nose dipped into the curve of her jaw. A groan from him vibrated against her back, his words smooth and sultry as he continued. “Let me take you home where I can ravish you. I can smell how wet you’ve been getting for me. I can hear your excitement. The blood is rushing through your veins, your heart is pumping… All for me.” His grip tightened, his length pressing into her ass as she submitted to his movements.

He was thick, impossibly hard and bigger than she had expected. The rumors were true, then. Vampires were more well endowed than humans.. Y/N hadn’t known if she would prove that as a myth tonight, but the thumping between her thighs was making the choice for her.

“A-Are you going to bite me when you’re inside me?” The thought was spilled without her permission, thinking out loud as his lips pressed against her jaw. There was a pause before a soft pained noise left his throat, rubbing himself against the thin material of her dress.

“Yes. I want to taste it. I know you’ll be even sweeter when you’re cumming around my cock.” He breathed. “I’ll give it to you for as long as you can take it, sweet little thing. Have t’make sure you’ll come back to see me, don’t we?” His lips moved further south, her body stiffening momentarily before melting into him once she felt them brush over a specific spot. The vampire could feel her pulse, each woosh of her blood moving in the artery. Such a strong beat, his balls heavy with his arousal as she tilted to the side for him. She was a natural, something not many people were.

With her scent and her body reacting so positively to him, it did make him wonder how she couldn’t have found her way sooner. There was no way she wasn’t fated for a vampire, but he wasn’t going to think much more on it. He was worked up and hungry. For her body and her blood.

“I’ll take you home and get you comfortable… But before we leave, may I have a taste?”

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FICTOBER DAY 9- Shut You Up

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“If you can’t be fucking quiet, I’ll find a way to shut you up.” Harry’s words vibrated against her cheek as she leaned against the sink, hands gripping it while his fingers curled inside of her.

Y/N had known her costume would most definitely get Harry going, but she hadn’t anticipated being dragged into the bathroom at their friend’s halloween party and her skirt being flipped up with his cock grinding against her ass. When she had showed up in a cheer costume, it had dome something to him. He didn’t know himself how hot he would find it, but Y/N had a way of making herself look absolutely delicious in anything she put herself in.

Tiny little skirt and her high ponytail, showing off her neck and the little ‘H’ charm on her necklace, it swished over her ass and Harry had been very quick to get her alone. Her eagerness straight away had been enough to drive the girl mad, but his hand tugging down the protective shorts to keep her from flashing and smacking against the supple flesh was enough to get her dripping.

“It feels too good.” She whimpered, trying to bite on her lip but failing as she felt the thickness of his cock against her ass. He was cruel, keeping it tucked away, but his finger was fucking into her cunt. The sounds were wet and squelching into the bathroom, a humiliatingly hot reminder of how desperate she got for her boyfriend. His costume was his jersey, eye black smeared under his cheek and his cap backward on his head, showing off his gorgeous face even more with his hair not falling into his face.

“I can tell. Soaking my hand, for fucks sake.” He chuckled. “But you’re being too loud. If you can’t do it on your own…” He released his own hand that had steadied himself, bringing it up to her mouth. “Suppose I can shut you up with my fingers.” Without warning, he pushed past her lips and placed two digits into her mouth. “Suck on those and keep fucking quiet. Already showed up in this slutty little thing. Do you want people to hear you being a slut too?” He crooned into her ear.

She tried to deny it, her denial muffled against his fingers as he curled the ones inside her hole just a little bit. Her eyes lulled closed, leaning over the sink further before Harry's grip on her pulled her back up. “Open your eyes, watch it. Look at what I see when I play with that precious little pussy.”

His hand was slightly hidden under the skirt, and somehow it was hotter. Al she could see was his wrist glistening as he would pull out only to shove them back in. The top of the ensemble had been pushed up, her tits wet and nipples swollen from Harry’s prior mouthing, tummy heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her face was the messiest, lipstick smeared around her and Harry’s mouths and glitter from her cheeks spread around on both of them. There would be no mistaking it when they came out, they’d been up to no good.

“And now you’re drooling around my fingers. My filthy girl. Can’t believe you… Wanted to be a dirty little cocktease, and now you’re seeing what happens when you do all of that.” He taunted. “Suck on them. Go on, know you love to suck on things.” His cock throbbed against her ass. “Making a mess of both my hands. There we go…” He praised, sliding his fingers deeper into her mouth and making her gag slightly. “Don’t be dramatic, baby. You take my cock so much deeper than that. And you will, once I get you there. Want those cute little Bambi legs to wobble out of here and make sure the rest know that you’re being taken care of.”

The heel of his hand was rubbing against her clit as he fucked into her pussy, his thick fingers reaching places her own couldn’t. It was so good, but she wanted more. She wanted his cock inside of her. Like he could read her mind as she started to rut her ass back against his length, he laughed against her and made her shiver as he kissed her cheek.

“Not quite yet, baby. I’m not done. But if you want to be a good little cheerleader for me and bounce on my cock when I’ve had my fill of watching you squirm… Maybe I’ll be nice.”

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FICTOBER DAY 19- Let Me Worry

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“Harry, please.” Her hand ran over his clammy forehead, wincing at the state of her mate. “Let me take care of you. Let me worry about you.” She whispered, feeling him huff as her fingers brushed his hair out of his eyes. They were bloodshot and the splatters of blood that wasn’t his own was yet to be wiped off his pretty face. Y/N hated seeing him in pain, despite his best efforts to continue his stoic demeanor.

The lodge was bustling with people, injuries, while not as many as they inflicted on others, enough to make Y/N squirm. She was the alpha’s mate and had been in charge when they’d gone on a run to the perimeter, doing the weekly check of stores at the northeast guard shelter, only to find him dead. It had been an ambush, a nasty one, one that had a bloody wound on his stomach that made her own twist in both disgust and nerves.

“My love, I will heal quickly.” His good hand reached to her, holding her hand as it caressed his face. “You shouldn’t worry too much. It’s not good for you. I will be alright. I have a good outcome. Damien did not.” Y/N could feel his hurt, seeing the shadow cross his eyes. However ruthless and merciless as Harry could be, he loved his pack. He hated any loss they had, and knowing that there must have been some sort of infiltration they’d missed had him reeling. It was too close to comfort. He had his mate, his packs, dozens of pups that played openly in the fields that the pack members trusted his lead to keep safe.

He felt like he failed.

“I know.” His mate whispered, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “I know it pains you, Alpha. It hurts, but it isn’t your fault and I won’t have you blaming yourself for such a tragedy. I will not.” She kept her voice soft but the tone firm. Y/N knew that his defenses were nearly foolproof and it had to be someone else's error. She sat in his office with him often as he went over the perimeter cameras, as he made plans, sometimes falling asleep in the crook of his neck as he typed with one hand and used the other to keep her steady in his lap. He was hard working and dedicated to his pack and the safety of al of them. That much was never doubted within them.

“I don’t know how someone could have bypassed anything without getting caught.” He mumbled to her, watching as she took a cloth and dipped it into the warm water before stroking it over his cheek. When it was pulled away he saw the stain, confirming it was indeed blood he had spilled. While the inner beast in him had been satisfied in ripping the throats of the enemy, it was still pacing back and forth with the unease that someone had dared infringe on his territory. “If anyone hurt you, if anyone got to you….” He closed his eyes, jaw clenched tight as the muscles of his neck pulled. “I would burn down the world for you, my love. You were my first thought.”

Ah. That was the reason she was having a harder time calming him down. In the past when he had gotten angry, it was easy to soothe him and lower his hackles with a sweet kiss, a stroke, a little distraction. But having a fear driven by the idea of his one and only soulmate being harmed? That was enough to make any wolf crazy, let alone Harry. He admitted himself he was extremely protective of her.

“I see.” She continued cleaning his face. “Well, I understand. I feel the same way about you. I wanted to cry the moment they brought me the news, but I already knew you were injured. No one knew why.” Her brows pulled as Harry pulled her hand away to kiss the back of it, softening up her face again. “But you’d never allow anyone to hurt me. It will be impossible to penetrate the barriers after this, but even more so? I know. The fates have told me even in my dreams, you’re my protector.” Her thumb brushed over his bottom lip, looking into his eyes. They were still dark, the animal in him far from settled, but she knew she was starting to get through to him.

“Of course I will.” He puffed his chest, voice strong despite the exhaustion lacing it. “I told you, I would make everything and everyone burn if it meant I could keep you safe. I’d slaughter an entire pack if they posed a threat to you.” The man was serious and she knew that all too well. There was no way of denying how much he loved her. If it felt as all encompassing and intense to Harry as it did to her, she could understand his unease over not fully knowing if there was anyone else out there targeting not only him, but his pack. “No one will harm you. No one will touch a single hair on your precious head.” His snarl made her lean back over, seeing now he was getting a bit too worked up as she gently sushed him.

“I know, my love. I know. Don’t work yourself up all the way now. You’ve got to focus your energy on healing quickly. The faster you heal, the faster you can go to work on finding out who the hostages are.” Fingers dipped into the salve, wiping it across a scrape on his cheek. He healed faster than most, the one on his face sure to be gone by tomorrow, but the salve will prevent scarring. “I’m worried. I don’t like this gash on your side, and I don’t like that you keep trying to get up.” She had been asked by the pack healer to get him to calm down, his irrational anger making him try to limp out of the room to continue the fight. Her gentle rubbing moved over his skin, making a bit of a purr erupt from his throat.

“There we go.” She praised him. “No one is here right now but me. You’re safe, you’ve protected your pack and your mate. You are a fierce wolf, but right now I need you to let me fuss over you and ensure your face is kept pretty and you keep your body laying down for as long as possible.”

The wound had been cleaned by the healer and bandaged, though she warned there was likely scarring. Y/N had taken care of the rest. Harry sat quietly as he stewed in his own head, working through cleaning the rest of the blood and dirt from his skin. He wasn’t in the condition to shower just yet, so a washcloth clean up was the best she could do. Her touched seemed to slowly relax him, his body sinking further into the bed as she hummed under her breath and the fire roared in their fireplace opposite their bed.

“You need to drink.” Y/N coaxed, placing the straw at his mouth and watching as he took sips of water. It wasn’t often that Harry took this sort of treatment, especially because he was the one tending to Y/N with his vulnerability that he hid from everyone else, so she was relieved he actually allowed himself to sit still so she could. “You’re all clean now. I will run downstairs and fill in the people who need to know and get you some food. The door will be guarded. Is that alright?”

Harry grumbled, pulling her hand closer to him to lay on his chest. He was clean now, but his warmth made him sweat a little as he frowned up at his mate. “No. Stay with me, please. I want them to come up to me and ask.” Y/N wanted to sigh, but she knew this was about as good as it was going to get. He wasn’t going to let her out of his sight and he wanted to be kept in the loop. She had gotten lucky with him sitting in the bed without trying to escape from her. “Now lay in bed with me, my love. Let them come up to us when they finish tending to the rest. If I talk now, I won’t be able to stop myself from going out to the prison and…”

Y/N could fill in the gaps. She knew damn well that Harry’s infamous temper would erupt on the few captives they did take. She just needed to keep him down and relaxed until most of the gash had closed up, and that was going to be her goal now that she had met his limit.

“Alright.” She sighed, moving around the bed and going to crawl in before he rose up a hand.

“What?”

“Naked. Have you forgotten my rules?” His little smirk made her want to roll her eyes. Even in pain, he was open to being a little pervert. Instead, she did as he requested, letting the clothing fall to the floor before crawling inside of the sheets and allowing him to wrap his good arm around her shoulders. She was careful not to jostle him or put any strain on his body as she relaxed into his chest, eyes closing when she took a big inhale.

“I think if you stay with me like this.. I will heal much faster.” Harry murmured, turning his head to brush his lips against her forehead. “Gives me motivation so I can take you again. Because I know you won’t let me tonight.”

“You are such a boy.” Y/N laughed, patting his chest. “You’re correct in that assumption. I have a strict no open wounds during sex policy, sorry.”

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JAROFSTYLES FICTOBER DAY 8- Scream

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Warnings- angelsxdemon, mention of god, blasphemy tbh, smut

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“That isn’t the type of scream I’m used to…” The dark eyed demon smirked down at the angel, sweat spattering her littering skin. Her chest heaved as she looked up at the dark eyed creature with a glare, but it was hard to focus on the comment.

It was hard to focus on anything when she had the best cock inside of her, hitting every spot that she didn’t know needed to be hit.

She would be exiled, if they knew. Her wings would be taken, and she would be stuck at heaven’s gate doing intake, but somehow her feud with a demon who also frequented her area of earth had blown into a full blown sexual affair.

“B-Be quiet and keep doing that.” She huffed, her light voice falling into a mewl as he did just that.

No sex had ever been such a temptation. She understood now, why people sometimes lusted after these creatures. Her complete opposite, dark minded and murky to her light and airy, and yet she found herself in this position. They quite literally fed off of sin, and the clouds knew that this was one of the most sinful activities she had even partaken in. It was another question she had for the big man up in the sky.

If it was so bad, forbidden to the highest degree, then why did it feel so good?

Her toes curled as the strokes of his thick cock sent zaps of pleasure into her belly and her heels dragged down the backs of his thighs, trying to tug him deeper as she felt his sweat dripping onto her chest. Deep pink, wet lips had sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, making her whimpering continue as he hit into her with precision. Like it was a prearranged strategy to know her body’s most sensitive places, a roadmap to making her cum.

His length filled her perfectly. The sounds of it slipping in and out of her sopping hole was audible in her room, sure she was making a mess of her bed. It would be a humiliating reminder when he inevitably left her and she woke the next morning to find evidence of their salacious activities, but one that would most definitely leave her cunt aching for more.

“Who said you can give demands, little Angel?” The demon cooed. “Who says… I want to hear anything but my name and you begging for my cum leaving that holy little mouth?” Sharp teeth brushed her jaw, a deepy chuckle leaving his lips as he nipped the skin and slid a hand around her throat, pinning her down on the bed. His hips continued their thorough thrusts, the evil smirk on her face making her squeal.

“No, no. That’s what I want to hear. God’s little servant, such a shame. A pussy like this should be working for my side.” He crooned, the filth and blasphemy leaving his tongue like a silk ribbon tied package. She should pull away, leave, report her sins, but she didn’t want to fight the inevitable pleasure. His words were offensive and dirty and she couldn’t stop herself from clenching around him. “Yeah…” He moaned, looking down at her cunt being spread by him. It was soaked, a ring of cream settling on the base of his cock before sliding down to his overly full balls. “It would be put to such good use in hell. Y’could come party with me… Play my funny little tricks… Let me fuck you where everyone could hear. I think you’d like that.”

Y/N didn’t know why it sounded appealing when it was absolutely not something she had even allowed herself to think of, but she knew. She knew it was something that was going to stay with her and haunt her. The feel of his cock filling her like it was perfectly curved to cater to her, the sound of his taunts, his nails digging into her thighs. It would be a recurring nightmare that would make her reach between her thighs when she woke up in a sweat.

“N-No..” Her eyes closed and her mouth opened in pleasure as he began to move a bit harder inside of her, well aware her words were lies but having to try one last time to save herself. Why did they forbid sex when it felt like euphoria? Why was this going to be a punishment if anyone found out? How could they blame her for indulging in someone who knew what she needed and to find a release she didn’t know was full?

“Yes.” He replied, squeezing slightly over her throat. “No angel should have such a tight, weepy little cunt. Dripping all over my fat cock, making a mess of my balls. Think you’ll clean them up for me after I empty them into this perfect little angel cunt.” Pursing his lips, he spit down on where they connected and made her squeak in disgust- but he could feel what it did to her. “It’s too late to pretend. I’ve corrupted your soul, sweet Angel. You’re so gone for it.. Gonna lick yourself off of me and get me hard again so I can take all of my one promised night….” He thumbed over her clit with his other hand, watching her back arch off the bed. “Mhm… I’m going to haunt you, darling.” His eyes were completely black, brows furrowed as his face controrted with rapture. He’d never find another pussy quite like this, and he wanted to be the only one to own it. Perhaps it would take time, but he as going to be the one who kept her. “ But I’ll be here to quell that ache that I’ll leave behind. All you’ve got to do is beg.”

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FICTOBER DAY 2- Was It Worth It?

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“Was it worth it?” Y/N grumbled as she gently wiped the cut on his forehead.

Harry had always been a hothead, but with a few drinks in him, his confidence flew. It flew all the way into a bar chair after trying to start a fight in the pub for a guy pulling Y/N close to his lap. She’d gone to report the creep for attempting something but had only gotten halfway through the crowded area when she heard someone yelling Harry’s name and for him to ‘chill out’.

The halloween trivia night had been a bust, it seems, but Y/N’s cat ears stuck well to her hair and her half assed attempt of a cat nose and whiskers had only smudged a tiny bit. She called that a win. The black bodysuit had been a hit with Harry, so much so that he had been extra touchy the whole night and kissing on her in the way that was gearing up for some fun at home.

The fight had sobered them both up, Y/N hissing when she saw the blood down her boyfriend’s face. It was a halloween theme so thankfully no one gave them much of a second look when they got into the uber, but she was annoyed he wouldn’t let her bring him to a hospital.

“It was.” He hummed, pawing at her hips. Y/N was ignoring it mentally, but her body was only so strong. “Totally worth it. I told you I’d always protect you, my sweet girl. Always. And yeah, probably shouldn’t have thrown hands but he commented on your ass when I was going to tell him off so…” He shrugged his shoulders. Thankfully the only injuries seemed to be a superficial cut and a few split knuckles. Still she was going to keep him awake in case of a concussion.

“You can keep me safe by not throwing hands in the middle of a pub.” She squeezed his chin, giving him a look as she finished tending to the head wound. They bled a lot and it was intimidating no matter what.

“Hm. Maybe.” He pulled her in between his split legs. “I’m never going to not defend your honor. You’re my love. S’fucked if I just let someone say shit. And then they touch you?” He went to raise his brow but winced, the tender skin making him grunt. “Fucks sake. It was worth it, though. It’ll heal up and maybe I’ll have a cool scar and you can always remember who loves you enough to get his arse handed to him.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, squishing his cheeks before placing a kiss to his mouth. “Fair enough, babe. Fair enough.” She was just glad she didn’t have to bail him out with a cat tail tied around her waist. “Get in the shower and wash the blood off of your hair so I can finish this up.” Her hands smacked his thighs, the sound echoing in the bathroom. “And before you ask, no. I will not join you. I will sit here and make sure you don’t pass out, god forbid, but if I step in there you will give yourself more of a headache trying to touch me.”

She knew exactly how that would go. Harry wasn’t at all subtle when his shoulders fell, a groan leaving his lips as he stood up from the sink. “Fine. Only because this means you forgive me and you won’t be mad anymore.” He sang over his shoulder as he strolled over to the shower stall to turn on the water. “ No taking it back!”

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JAROFSTYLES FICTOBER DAY 1- "So Pretty... Yet So Deadly"

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Warnings- creepyish, mention of toxic/poisonous things

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Y/N twirled the flower around her hand, the glove covering it prohibiting the feeling of powdery soft petals. She had been unsure why this particular client kept a section of the garden blocked off from the rest of the blooms, but it was evident now.

They were toxic.

It was so unassuming. If there had been no signage and Y/N without years of experience, one could assume they were normal plants. Some bushes even had round, juicy little red berries, temptation for anyone to grab a handful for a snack- but it would be too late when they finished it up, looking to see a blanket of fallen berries without a bite taken from them. The toxins would be at work once they’d realized no animal would dare to take a nibble.

The particular flower in her hand had midnight blue petals. They almost shimmered, an elaborate distraction for anyone while the powdery substance infiltrating the skin to cause an unbearable rash. Bubbling skin once it took effect, and fatal to the body if the flower was ingested. Y/N had to wonder why someone would have a garden section with the most toxic plants she had ever heard of, but her job was to care for the whole thing. A new member to the estate, she knew little about its owner other than he traveled frequently and probably wouldn’t see her much.

Her portable speaker was quietly drolling out the music of her ‘fun fall festivities’ playlist as she pruned the leaves, spoke to the plants and watered accordingly. “It isn't your fault that you’re so deadly.” She whispered to them. “You had to adjust, you didn’t start out that way. You built up your defenses in order to keep from being eaten. I understand.” Her shears were put down as she wiped away a bit of sweat. “But you’re so pretty, so I can understand why things still get tempted.”

“I agree.” A darker voice made her jump, spinning around. “So pretty… but so deadly.”

A man blocked the sunlight out, his hair pushed out of his face and his outfit far too full coverage for the early fall weather. It was still 75 out today, a longer heat a blessing to most. The blazer was buttoned and the only skin seeming to be showing was his face and hands. The turtleneck his his own and sunglasses kept his eyes from being seen, but from the little she could see? He was attractive. Attractive and intimidating.

“They are.” Y/N agreed, taking a sip of her water bottle. Something in her brain was misfiring and telling her to run, but he hadn’t done anything wrong. “Do you know a lot about them?”

This certainly wasn’t another gardner, but maybe he oversaw the estate.

“I do, yes.” He nodded, hands flexing around the wood that kept the plants separated. “They’re mine. You seem to know what you’re doing, which is a relief. A lot of people don’t know a think about these and the safety. You’re wearing gloves, so you’ve got a brain.” A wry smile made her shift, unsure if it was a compliment or what.. What? His plants? Did that mean this was her boss?

“I-I did a special unit on poisonous plants in school.” She laughed uneasily, feeling the power of the man. He was standing tall and she was on her knees on her weeding mat, and this was her boss… It all felt a bit odd. “So I do know most.”

His gaze was unnerving, knowing he was staring and not able to see his eyes. The man wasn’t afraid of uncomfortable silences. There was a good minute where she felt unable to speak, like someone was hearing her thoughts in her brain and she couldn’t open her mouth- but as soon as the discomfort started, it stopped. A deep inhale made her lean back, blinking up at him.

“Good. I think that these plants mean a lot. Everyone assumes the monsters are obvious. Ugly, unbearable, unsightly, there would be no way they’re appealing. But in reality, the scariest things for a human mind to comprehend lay right in front of them. They’re in power and they’ve no idea because they’ve been trained to see everything but the most obvious threat. The beautiful, the powerful, the ones who shimmer in the light. Humans will even seek them out on that alone.” The man almost laughed, flashing a smile before closing his lips. “Just remember that, Y/N. Be aware of the dangers that lie in beautiful things. I was reminded of that just today.”

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FICTOBER DAY 12- In My Dreams

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Y/N felt like she had seen a ghost as she looked up in the coffee shop.

Her job was nice. Making coffee for passive aggressive soccer mom’s wasn’t the highlight of her day, but getting to be out in town and greet her regulars was always a fun time for her. Y/N was a dreamer, but dreaming didn’t make life free- so she had ended up getting a job at the most tolerable place she could find until she could lift her feet off the ground and meet her head in the clouds where all her dreams reside.

Dreams were a big thing for her. So vivid, so real, especially since moving to the next state over where rent was cheaper and cost of living just slightly less terrifying. The city hadn’t cut it and she needed a place to start over, so returning to suburban life had been a no brainer. Her entire life she had dreams, odd ones, some that plain old scared her, but lately they’d been some of the best she’d ever had.

Her dreams consisted of going out and living her dream life as an author, only this time it felt real. It felt like she escaped from her daily life by going to sleep. It was odd, and she knew she should probably see a professional from how attached she was to her dream life, but she couldn’t see the harm. She spent days at this cafe as a customer instead, sipping her iced hazelnut coffees and getting a cinnamon bun while she worked on the manuscript, editing, plotting for new books in her head.

She had a cat in her dreams, one she had always wanted- a flame point ragdoll that let her put tiny pink bows on the top of her head that she named Miffy after her favorite cartoon rabbit. Her new apartment had a large multicolored rug and a view of the downtown, high ceilings and a fireplace. She still didn’t know how it was always turned on when she returned home in dreamland- but she figured it was because of her dream boyfriend.

Oddly enough, she didn’t know his name. She knew his face, his green eyes and longer nose. She knew his pink mouth and how it tasted, how gentle it could press kisses to her eyelids before she woke up into her real life. She knew his touch, how it was slightly cool and his hands were soft, stroking over her cheek as she told him about her ideas and plans and when she sometimes cried about not wanting to wake up.

Her dream life was her escape, her wishes come true, and it somehow made the real thing both more tolerable and more hated. Her brain must be giving her a break, but she had no idea how she had made up this man in such detail. To the way he liked his coffee, to his preference in cinnamon to peppermint gum. How he disliked the color coral but loved a soft orange, even choosing it for their shared bedspread. He had become such a fixture in her thoughts that it had begun to ache when she woke up, not seeing him next to her in her bed that wasn’t the one she had fallen asleep in. Y/N’s world just felt somnolent without his arm wrapped around her waist and his gentle humming as she drifted off to ‘sleep’, as much as she tried to fight it. Her eyes always opened anyways.

H. That’s his name, or at least what he had told her. The dynamic would drive anyone else insane- it even did for her- but she knew that one day she could have something like that.

He was the sweetest thing, sweeter than cherry pie. A man of few words, simply asking about her day in a hushed voice, questioning her about her likes and dislikes, telling her some trivial facts about him and kissing right between her brows when she came to him with a history question for her historical romance pieces. He said he was a historian, but he was brilliant. Almost as if he had lived through some of the events, retelling portions with passion and giving her real insight into what he believed it would be like for someone at that time.

An odd man, but someone who she wished desperately was real.

“Y/N, that guy outside is staring at you.”

Her coworker interrupted her daydream as she waited for the milk to finish frothing. The trickle of chills slivered down her back as she turned her head to the side in time to see a man walking inside, the chime of the shop bells ringing as the door opened up.

It felt like her breath was stolen as he stepped past the welcome mat, a hand clad with rings that looked like a picture she knew of brushed through pushed back curls. Her hand shook slightly as she struggled to turn off the milk frother, blinking repeatedly as he approached the counter. Despite the sunglasses, she felt his eyes. They were intense, boring into hers behind the filmed lenses, her stomach twisting and body cold as he finally stood at the counter, plushy lips opening to place an order- but when the glasses came down and those all too familiar green eyes met her own, she felt like she couldn’t breathe.

What the actual fuck was happening?

“Vanilla latte, please. With a shot of caramel creamer.”

His voice was the same, soft and deep as he recited the order she already knew by heart. One she prepared in her dreams a million times- but this was not a dream. Not even if she wished it was. There was a specific euphoric feeling in her dreams and this was not that. Her feet were firmly planted on the ground, even if her head perhaps floated too high. She knew by the aching of her feet and her splitting headache from the squeaks of the coffee machines and blenders going all day, there was no way this was her dream world. It was just her dream man standing in front of her, eyeing her in a way to say he knew. His eyes were expressive, like they could see into her head. And he knew she was freaking out, but trying to stay calm.

“I’ve seen you…. You’ve been in my dreams.” Her voice whispered across the counter, her trembling fingers typing the order into the pad as her eyes stayed on his own. “Or I’m crazy.”

That seemed like the more plausible option, but somehow… she knew she wasn’t.

“You’re not crazy.” He replied, placing the money for his drink into her hand. “You get off in twelve minutes. I’ll wait for you.”

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