jealous werewolf or vampire harry who wants you marked as theirs all the time
Ooooooh! My fave. You all know how much of a sucker I am for Wolfrry… so let’s do him! Short n sweet
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“Harry…” Y/N giggled as she squirmed a bit in his hold, feeling his tongue drag over her throat. In line at the fall festival waiting for the cinnamon apple donuts wasn’t exactly the most discreet place for him to scent mark her, but no one really batted an eye at that.
They did bat an eye that their pack Alpha was out and about, because it was always that way- they adored him- but it was nothing new that he was all over his mate.
For the people who weren’t pack… well, they simply liked to stare at him because he was big and handsome, and he had an energy that was hard for them to place.
“Hush, my light.” He grumbled against her skin, giving her a little love nip. “So many smells all over the place. Don’t want mine fading.”
“I can promise you, I am completely saturated in your scent.” Y/N scoffed, though she didn’t push him away. Her fingers ran through his curls, letting him nibble at her throat as much as he pleased. “Can’t even smell myself anymore, but you’re tickling me.”
Considering he was starting early on the ‘no-shave November’ he had wanted to try, the stubble brushed over her skin and made her feel a tiny bit squirmy. He was also requesting she participate in the same thing, abstaining from getting rid of the hair between her legs because he quite liked it, he had expressed many a time.
“Good. Want everyone to know you’re claimed.”
“I think they got the message when you marked me for good 3 years ago. And the fact that you growl whenever anyone gets too close. Or maybe because you douse me in your scent every morning before you leave. It could also be said that they would know when you knotted me at the bonfire last year during the full moon when your rut hit early.” She could go on and on, but he didn’t seem phased.
“Not enough.” He said with a grunt, biting down over her mark that he had left when he properly claimed her. It had its intended effect, making her go lax in his arms as he nudge her jaw up with his nose, lapping at the skin he had bitten to soothe it. “Too close t’the ritual. Want you marked all over. Teeth, scent, cum. All of it.” He grumbled, chest vibrating with a purr to soothe her.
“Mhm. Yes, my mate.” She sighed, rubbing her cheek against his shirt as he finally released her throat from his teeth’s grasp.
“That’s my girl.” He chuffed. “Let’s get you your donuts, but then we need a detour t’the car. Need to mark you inside too.”
Warnings: Primal play (chasing/hunting), Werewolf!Harry (he’s human form but has claws/fangs/knot and non-human senses– mostly scent stuff), teensy-tiny blood play, squirting if you squint, knot/knotting mention (sorry i am an abo lover at heart but this is not an abo fic!), mate/mating mention, breeding kink
AN: Sorry this is like 1k words of reader being chased… there is twice as much smut! Also sorry if Harry is too beastly/creature-esque :’) Anyway, happy spooky season lovelies!
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Twigs and branches snapped around you as your feet carried you over damp undergrowth and duff. Your heartbeat was pounding in your throat and every breath burned as your lungs worked overtime. Even through the pummel of your heartbeat in your ears you could hear the gruff pants of the beast behind you– hot on your tail.
Harry could be a good hunter when he wanted to. Years of practice had culminated an ease of pursuit. He knew how to keep his breathing down. He knew how to move seamlessly– with the prowess to be three steps ahead of his prey. He knew which paths to follow in the twisted woods that surrounded his home. But for you, he waived those instilled precepts– he wanted you to be scared, you were just so much sweeter that way.
You’d been running for what felt like hours. Sweat dripped down your back and from your temples. Your arms and legs were covered in a grazing of cuts and scrapes. Harry always gave you a head start, “it’s more fun that way” he’d said, and while you did your best to meander in calculated circles at the start to throw off your scent trail– it never worked.
You’d tried hiding the first time Harry brought you out to the woods, burrowed yourself into a thicket of vine maple and sword ferns. You’d hoped that the wet detritus of leaf litter, pine and petrichor would shield you, but the natural notes of the forest had been no match for Harry’s meticulous nose. The smell of your arousal combined with the unmistakable stench of fear on your skin was just too strong. He’d found you in minutes, snarling in displeasement at your pacified attempt at satisfying his inner wolf before he took you on the forest floor.
Harry’s gruff breaths were growing closer. You could hear the snaps of twigs and brush of bramble not your own from behind. Your legs ached, muscles burning with a fire you still had not grown used to. Each breath was growing more painful and you could feel your body beginning to slow down from exertion. It was only a matter of time before his claws would sink into the plush of your skin and he would take you down.
Stumbling over a tree root, you looked up at the night sky hoping for a glimpse of the moon or a star to guide you but the cloud covering was patchy and ambiguous. Still you carried on, heaving and tumbling through the verdant foliage.
You were pretty sure the small creek that cut through the property was up ahead but everything had started to blend together in the dark and you weren’t quite sure which way to run anymore.
Growing hazy and exhausted your mind began to wander to what Harry had planned for you tonight. Would he bite, scratch and tear your clothes to get to his prize? Would he throw you over his shoulder and carry you back to his house and make you do whatever he said? You couldn’t wait to see what was next and part of you wanted to stop on purpose just to see, but you knew Harry would be displeased you didn’t play his game fairly, so you carried on.
Your surroundings began to grow more recognizable, a small trail between a copse of trees was just up ahead– only discernable by the gap in the blackness the overgrowth created. He wanted you to play fair, you could do that. Instead of taking the path, which is what you presumed he’d assume you’d take, you veered left into a boscage of fern and foam flower.
As you careened through the uncharted forest you began to realize how foolish you were.
The pine trees grew bigger, their canopies towering and obscuring the sliver of moonlight that was illuminating your path. The underbrush was dense, far too much to make out any rocks or roots that you could stumble on underfoot. Your pace slowed as you navigated the dense foliage and you hoped that your conscious movements would carry you through the untamed brush.
Harry had slowed with you, realizing your disadvantage in the foolish decision you’d made to take the path less traveled. He could make out his surroundings clearly in the dark, and you were just a little beacon of light in his eyes, your skin practically glowing in the pale light. He treaded with vigilance behind you, careful of any twig or branch that could snap beneath his weight. And you were none the wiser to his ever creeping presence.
He watched you stumble, holding back a huff of amusement as you steadied yourself against the trunk of a tree. He would wait for the perfect moment, and while that was closing in, he wanted to let you think you were farther from him than you were.
The foliage began to open up, the trees getting further apart, as you approached the trickle of the small creek. You’d tried to avoid reaching the creekbed, the rocky ground did nothing to hide your footsteps and it was always a harsher tumble to take when he inevitably did get his claws in you. Staying close to the ecotone you picked up speed as the terrain was more even, hoping you could grow the distance between you.
That's when you heard the unmistakable crunch of rock underfoot from behind. You’d been so careful to stay on the sodden soil– dampening your footsteps and you knew it was a deliberate move from Harry the second you heard it.
Harry could practically hear your heartbeat spike from where he was. The smell of your skin seemed to grow saccharine with fear and arousal and he couldn’t wait to lick the sweat that had beaded on your skin. You veered back into the brush, away from the riverbed, just like he wanted you to. The direction you were heading would lead to an especially dense thicket, one he was sure you’d lose your footing in.
He didn’t bother refraining the snarl that escaped as he picked up pace behind you. His grunts and growls were untamed, each breath and noise further instilling that he was close and you were his prey.
Branches and leaves snapped against your arms like stinging whips. The dewy ferns brushed along your calves making goosebumps prickle along your skin. His breathing was so close, you swore you could almost feel its warmth. Knowing he was just right behind you had you fighting against clenching your thighs together from the arousal that had been pooling– you were sure your panties were soaked at this point.
One wrong step and you came tumbling down– just like Harry knew you would from the second you stumbled back into the forest. You landed with an oomph, your wrists burning from the impact of your fall, your knees scraping against the prickly duff of the bramble. Harry practically salivated at the sight, already down on the ground and ready to be mounted.
“Got you,” he gruffed as his body collided with your back.
The heat from his body was oppressive as he pawed at your flesh, the points of his claws digging and etching into your skin. Your underwear burned against your skin as he tore the flimsy material from your body. “God, you smell so good,” he growled against your ear as the sticky mess between your thighs became exposed to the cool of the night.
You whimpered as the head of his cock slid between the slickness of your lips. Sometimes you’d fight, thrash against him just to appease Harry’s vision that you were prey, but there was no point in this position– and you were drenched. With the chase having been your foreplay there was no need for Harry to tease or prepare you. He only had one thing in mind– to breed his pretty mate.
His claws dug into the plush of your hips, holding you still as the crown of his cock parted the tightness of your hole with one bludgeoning blow. You whimpered at the force of his penetrating thrust, the depth of him inside of you nearly incomprehensible.
“Shut up and take it like the pretty girl you are,” he snarled as he tangled his hand into the back of your hair, pressing your face into the damp soil below.
He hit your g-spot with a practiced precision that made it so you couldn’t hold back the whimpers and whines that fell from your mouth if you even tried. His hips snapped at a rapid rate, the sound of his pelvis hitting your hips in a rhythmic pattern, and aside from the quiet babble of the creek nearby your pathetic noises were the only sounds to be heard for miles.
A smack echoed in the woods as his large hand came down on the curve of your ass, the points of his claws adding the sting of his slap. “Fuck–,” you groaned through gritted teeth.
Harry growled as you clenched around him, “Fuck, you like that pretty girl, like when I spank that pretty ass of yours?” You mewled at his words, a whimpery, whiney noise that only seemed to add fuel to the fire that blistered beneath his skin– the innate urge to make you his.
You groaned as his hand came down in a swat on your other cheek. He left the heat of his hand on your reddening flesh, the points of his claws digging further than they had before into your already stinging skin.
“Such a filthy- fucking- slut,” he punctuated his words with his thrusts as he began to draw the points of his claws over the curve of your ass and down the dip of your spine. The sensation of his claws in your skin a pleasant distraction from the small cuts and scrapes you were sure covered your body.
His hands slip from the spread of your hips up the curve of your sweatslicked back. Tangling his fingers into the hair at the nape of your neck Harry pulled your head up from the sodden forest floor. You could feel the debris of pine needles and moss clinging to the damp of your cheek and forehead but you couldn’t begin to care as Harry pressed his lips against the shell of your ear, “Always take me so fucking good.”
Using the sharp points of his canines Harry nipped and suckled at the delicate plane of your neck, sucking marks along cords of your throat. A low satisfied hum emanated from his ribcage as he tasted the sweat on your skin. His senses keened to the palate of your body and he couldn’t get enough of the tangy notes of adrenaline and fear mixed together with the natural sweetness of your skin.
With your muscles already burning from prior exertion, the bubbling of your orgasm in the ending of your nerves was another reminder of what you endured to get here. Something about being on the receiving end of Harry’s feral and uninhibited ministrations always did you in. Seeing him in his primal glory was undeniably hot– if it weren’t you wouldn’t be here.
Harry could feel you clenching around the thickness of his cock in steady pulses. Steading his grasp around your waist, he held your back firmly to his chest as he continued to fuck up into you. Your tits shook with every jolt of his hips upward, nipples peaking in the chilled air. The noises that clawed up your throat and tumbled from your lips with each thrust became a constant as you neared your peak.
“Gonna come for me pretty girl?” He snarled, his breath hot against the tepid skin behind your ear. “Show the world how pretty you look when you come baby, want every plant and animal in this forest to know who’s making you come.”
His free hand snaked around your front, slipping past the hair that covered your mound to play with your swollen clit. The rough pads of his fingers circled your nub with an inhuman precision that made your mind spiral– each faint nudge and bump of his claws against your most sensitive area a reminder of the beast that was fucking you.
The muscles in your thighs shook as you came with a cry of his name, the wetness of your orgasm seeping down the inside of your thighs and mixing with the detritus of the forest floor. Harry grunted as your orgasm flooded his senses. He loved how you felt gripping his cock and how he could smell the treacle of your arousal interweaving with the scent of pine and petrichor.
“Atta girl,” he snarled through bared teeth. His fangs nipped at the hinge of your jaw, licking at the blood that surfaced against your unmarred skin.
You jellied in Harry’s grasp, your muscles weak and tired from strain and struggle of being hounded by him. He let your body down with solicitude, careful to lower your limbs to the forest floor with ease. You let your arms sprawl lazily against the forest bed, the pine and moss a welcome cushion beneath your flushed cheeks as Harry continued to ravage you from behind.
He smoothed his hand back over the dip of your low-back, admiring the bend and curves of your body, his pretty mate beneath him in the moonlight. “Gonna fuck you so full of my come pretty girl,” he snarled as he anchored his claws back into the plush of your hips.
Harry could tell by your whimpery noises you could give him one more and he began to grunt with every thrust– the idea of coming again with his mate enough to have his own beginning to tingle at the base of his spine.
You began to feel the swell of his knot at your entrance as each thrust of his grew more restrained. The prospects of Harry knotting you, plugging you with his come and keeping you like that had your nerves tingling with the low waves of another orgasm on the horizon.
“Gonna give me another pretty girl,” he huffed, fixing his grasp on your hips to keep you level with him as he began to feel your knees sliding on the slippery pine needles. You could only make pathetic noises in response, mewling little cries and sniffles as he continued to nudge against your sensitive g-spot with every thrust.
Harry wished he could keep you like this forever– at his mercy, your cunt gripping his cock like a vice in the middle of the woods. If he could have it his way he’d keep you his prey forever, hunting you and stuffing you full of his come until the day you were knocked up with his pups. While this might just be a game to satisfy his inner wolf, the thought of you pregnant with his child had him reeling.
You didn’t realize how chilly it was until the sweatslicked skin of his chest met your back as his arm curled around you– holding you tightly. He kissed and nipped at your shoulder blades, gentle enough not to draw blood. You whimpered at the filthy things he muttered against your humid skin, clenching around him with each passing filthy thought, “Gonna look so good stuffed full of my cock, my come, my pups. Greedy little thing y’are, just want all of me don’t you.”
As his knot continued to swell you could feel the tingly beginnings of your orgasm building in your fingertips and toes. You whined a string of pleas as Harry’s fingers snaked back over your belly and mound so he could play with your sensitive clit again. “Give me another sweet thing, let me hear who you belong to.”
It didn’t take much for you to unravel again, your cunt tensing around the swell of his knot– an almost painful intrusion against your tired muscles as you cried his name into the silent night. The wetness of your orgasm shimmered in the moonlight between your parted thighs.
Harry’s breath was rugged as he shuddered above you. Too consumed by his innate drive to mate you, Harry came with his teeth secured into the skin of your shoulder blade– suppressing the animalistic noises that mauled up his throat. His knot swelled, plugging you completely with the warmth of his come buried deep inside of your cunt.
Feeling the weight of his body, the thick of his knot, and the bite of his teeth in your skin filled you with a near overwhelming sense of pride. You were his mate, his and only his and that notion had you fluttering with a flood of affection for the man collapsed atop you.
“Did so good f’me, pretty girl,” he cooed as he licked at the small bites and indentations of his teeth along your back. “My pretty, pretty mate.”
His touch was tender as he carefully rolled the two of you on to your sides. You winced with the movement, his cock and knot still stuffed deep inside your aching cunt. His touches were gentle though, as he held you, licking and kissing at the scrapes and scratches that adorned your arms and shoulders, brushing the dirt that dotted your cheekbones and nose. You were sure you’d be covered in marks come morning and already you were mentally preparing to alleviate the guilt Harry would have in the morning over the state of your body. It was all worth it at the end of the day to see Harry in his most unbridled and primitive form– to be able to share that with him was truly one of the greatest gifts.
I recently found your page and it been incredibly helpful in finding new fics to read and even exploring different genres and tropes. I do have a request for any alpha Harry fics. Please and thank you ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
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A/B/O DYNAMICS
Harry and Y/N are rivals (nobody is sure if Harry knows that or not) part 2 part 3 part 4 by @jawllines
Harry and Y/N hate each other by @jawllines
nest by @moonchildstyles
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alpha!harry and omega!y/n universe by @harryhoney-bee
do we still rock with supernatural!ukyt because i have some thoughts to share on what creature each of them would be (with some filth added in of course) :
- chris is of course a vampire. a biter through and through. id say maybe quite a young-ish vampire, maybe only like 100/200 or so, so he still has that youthful energy but of course has years and years of experience on you (and, of course more sexual experience.....im thinking the first time you and vampire chris sleep together you literally see stars and have the best orgasm of your life as he fucks you) but anyway chris is definitely a vampire but in sort of a chilled out way like you won't catch him in a castle or anything. he's the type of vampire to mix blood into a a cocktail or something like that
- will is a ghost/spirit as you've established, so him and chris are sort of eternal best friends ig. id like to believe he's not bound to one house like ghosts sometimes are, just so i can shoutout my love for spectrophilia, in that he can follow you around and mess with you in public or whenever. definitely a cheeky ghost - the type to mess with lights or write shit on the mirror just to mess with you because it's the most fun he's had in years. also a panty thief because i said so.
- harry is a werewolf. big tall strong man who's just a little puppy at heart <3 definitely leans more into his dog-like behaviour around you because he feels so safe, so more than once you've caught him panting when you give him headscratches. werewolf harry 1000% has a breeding kink. his ruts are insane, and you basically have to clear your calendar for the foreseeable future when it comes because for that period your sole purpose is to be for him to fuck full.
- james is a little different, i think he'd be a fae. smart little quips, pretty eyes and a smooth, rich voice drawing you in. charms his way to your heart with little gifts (you know enough fae lore to know he's baiting you into being indebted to him, but you give in anyway because how could you not?) and then paying off your 'debts' by letting him keep you as his human pet (petplay with fae james would go CRAZY here), showing you off to all his friends, maybe making you ride him just to show everyone how pretty his new toy is
- arthur hill i think would be some kind of demon, but most likely an incubus. like james, this man is deceptively pretty - all sparkly brown eyes and soft messy curls, winding tattoos and shiny rings to tempt you towards him. he takes a liking to you after seeing you at a club or something similar, one of his usual haunts, and decides that he has to have you. he takes his time with you, slowly inserting himself into your dreams and thoughts, unknowingly ruining several pairs of your panties in the process as he shows you filthy dream after filthy dream of him eating you out, fucking you, delving into the depths of your mind to find out what really makes you tick. when he finally has you, you're his prized possession. money is not an issue, whatever you want, you get. you're his girl, and he wants to make sure everyone knows it
yours sincerely, 🕺
🕺, YES?????? WE DO STILL FUCK WITH THE SUPERNATURAL UKYT AU??????????? I’M GEEKING OUT RN!!!!!
୭ VAMPIRE!CHRIS
oh yeah, nonnie i agree!! i think young vampire chris (i was thinking around the early 100s/200s) hasn’t reached like creepy old vampire status where he chills in a castle. he’s just a ‘normal’ functioning vampire who has his apartment in london!
vampire!chris is such a biter people would think you were his human chew toy. i also think that chris initially when you started dating didn’t want to feed from you cause he knew from the hormones and your taste that he would definitely come in his pants untouched just from your blood. however, bloodlust gets the better of him and still, every time he feeds from you, he’s coming in his pants. you could’ve sworn by now he’s ruined around 25 pairs of boxers!
i think vampire!chris also has a LOOOOTTT of experience in the bed. personally, still think he’s a switch/sub leaning, but i also do think vampire head with chris is the best head you’ll ever get. i can imagine him eating you out whilst you’re on your period and he is just not giving up. he’s going to keep licking up your bloody cunt until you’re screaming his name loud enough to hurt your vocal chords in the process of doing it so much.
also, i really liked the little blood cocktail addition. that’s a cool aspect i never really thought about, so thanks anon! <3
☆ GHOST!WILL
will and chris being eternal best friends makes so much sense, nonnie!! i was thinking about making it so he’s not bound to the house because i KNOWWWWWW for a fact that that pesky spirit has a knack for haunting you everywhere you go. not just in a sexual way, i think that ghost!will is also just very protective of you. to him, you’re the first human that’s basically given him any time of day, and i just think he does has a softer, more human side to him (towards you, anyways).
him being cheeky is A DEFINITE. loves to toy with everything, especially when you’re in public. i’m talking quick tugs and pinches of your tits, slaps to your ass, cold chills over your cunt which have you breathless and soaking in the WORST of places. though, i think ultimately he’s more of a tease, but then hates when he pisses you off and you eventually give him the silent treatment because of it. i can imagine you’re giving him the silent treatment and he gets your most expensive lipstick and writes “stop ignoring me please :(“ on the mirror which riles you up even more. but eventually, you do work everything out when you’re looking for something (like your lost car keys) and he communicates through your fridge’s magnetic chalkboard about where you left them.
him being a panty thief too………. mmmmm…….. i can imagine when you first moved into the house that you were SO CONFUSED when your lingerie went missing. like, you could’ve sworn you’d tossed that specific matching set into the laundry basket? well, yes you did, but will was quick to snatch it and go and put it with his now growing collection of trinkets and garments from the multitudes of people who lived in the house <3.
彡 WEREWOLF!HARRY
oh my gosh, werewolf!harry my beloved!!!! i agree with all of this! him being a puppy at heart is like so real, i can imagine him rubbing himself all over your body with his scent so he ‘claims’ you with it.
i also think he loves play fetch and stuff with you. or when you teach him tricks!!! ugh, imagine him being all happy and panting as you say “harry, up! let’s play fetch!” as you pull out some of your used lingerie and scrunch the fabric into a ball, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he starts to pant. and the head scratches too!!! god, he definitely melts into them, probably foaming at the mouth as your fingernails work at an extremely good spot on the top of his head.
oh my god, imagine having to clean up his drool and slobber because he gets too excited and he’s got you all icky and messy and he’s whimpering and whining, giving you big, sad puppy eyes as you have a cloth to his face, tutting about how he’s “such a messy dog”whilst wiping the drool from him.
werewolf!harry x breeding kink as well. I THINK YOU NEED A ROUND OF APPLAUSE, NONNIE. his ruts are fucking insane. the first time he knotted inside of you, you could’ve sworn you were transported to another dimension it was so otherworldly.
i can imagine him biting, scratching and drooling all over your body, maybe even making you bleed in the process, as he grabs your hips so tightly, fucking you over and over again, hitting your g-spot every time as all you can do is moan and become absolutely fucked out on his thick cock. (and by thick, i MEAN THICK. the girth and width of that bad boy is insane, it’s what makes his knots so good). and yes, you DEFINITELY have to clear your calendar whenever that time comes around, because he is indeed going to fuck you full as many times as inhumanly possible.
𖥔 FAE!JAMES
not going to lie, nonnie, when i read this the james i envisioned in my mind is his like green and gold outfit from the california rain video??? it gives fae!james so badly.
once i saw the ‘rich voice’ part i was sold. it was almost like a siren’s call the first time you met fae!james. ugh, him having pretty eyes too that just loom you in is fucking insane and has me 😵💫!!! imagine the little gifts are like little ballads he’s thought of and he’s being all charming about it, like “oh, i was thinking about you and the words just came to me” as he’s smirking, knowing you’re becoming even more and more indebted to him as you have that sort of hypnotised look in your eye as you’re looking at him all dreamily and transfixed.
him keeping you as your human pet???? nonnie, this is so sick and perverted but i LOVE it. soon enough, you don’t have a name. you’re just “james’s pet” and you’re always at his beck and call. he doesn’t let you go far, but you’re all prettily collared and your owner treats so lovingly— so why would you even want to run away anyways? him making you ride him in front of everyone else just makes sense as you’re basically his prize. his property that no one else in his little kingdom can have. he’s so sick and perverted, i kinda need him now.
✮ INCUBUS!ARTHUR
nonnie, i must also admit. i owe you my life and new born child because of this. YES.
now, if you haven’t listened to ‘electric chapel’ by lady gaga, now is your time to!! you mentioned about him meeting you in a club where he usually haunts, and my mind immediately went to ‘oh my god, it’s called electric chapel’ and it’s actually a run-down church that’s been turned into a nightclub.
but i also think he’s definitely a performer there, hexing people not only with hiss deceptively pretty and charming looks (as much as those messy curls, sunglasses that are a must-worn, winding tattoos all over his skin and shiny rings that look so right when his hands are wrapped around a microphone) but also his voice too. but he definitely sees you in the crowd of one of his many performances one night and smirks to himself, being all like “yeah, i need them,” as the rest of his show became more and more provocative as he honestly was trying to get into your head there and then.
suddenly, all you can see is him though when he gets into your head. all you can think about is one thing: him, him and more him. as you said, the more scenarios he shows you, the more you’re entranced and entrapped by him— as if your mind had been completely rewired to think about him and only him. you find yourself drawn to electric chapel more and more often, even to the extent that you’re like, “this is going to sound really stupid but i’ve been having… quite— um, how do i say this?— sinful thoughts about you,” as you’re all flushed and fidgety. and he just chuckles to himself, cooing “you’re alright, doll. it happens to the best of us, angel.” before fucking you senseless in his dressing room at the club.
after that session, you’re contractually bound to him. your soul intertwined with his. you’re his prize for everyone to see. there’s always a ringed hand gripping your thigh tightly (or alternatively, a tattooed arm hugging your waist) as you sit in a booth at electric chapel, dolled up in all the designer brands you could ever dream of having, whilst he’s kissing up your neck and tugging at your earlobe with his teeth, as he’s muttering “you look so pretty, angel.” as all you can do is gasp and shudder. <3
✧ GORGON!ALFIE
a little cheeky bonus as well <3. thinking about gorgon!AB who has to wear shades everywhere but is a cocky little monster because he knows he’s hot as fuck and the shit. he typically wears long hoodies to hide his scales but loooves to send you gym pics where he’s in his compression shirts and his scales are shimmering with sweat all over them but also due to the dim lights of the gym.
i can imagine you riding him and he’s flashing his fangs as you’re made to look down at yourself through his sunglasses cause he can’t take them off or you’ll turn to stone. so instead, you’re succumbed to looking at yourself being fucked dumb on his fat cock through his dimmed out lenses.
thinking about gorgon!alfie’s unruly hair as well. the mullet is actually styled with multiple snakes who have all taken a liking to you as you comb over them gently, maybe they even hiss happily at your touch when he takes his beanie off of his head finally after… well, you don’t wanna know how long he’s been wearing it for. <3
He was staring at her in a way no one had in her entire life. She couldn’t read anything in his eyes - not surprise, not fear, not malicious intent - nothing.
At Silver Wolf Preserve National Forest, hikers and day visitors are warned to stay on the marked trails. This huge oasis of natural wilderness is like a dream come true for Y/N, the newest stationed forest range officer. A trained survivalist, she can identify species of birds, reptiles, mammals, and plants from sight alone. She knows how to build a fire, climb a tree, make a shelter from only what the forest can provide, and forage for food. As much confidence as she has in herself, she knows the forest, mountains, and wildlife are due respect.
That's why when she hears a cry of distress from what appears to be a stray pup, she ignores the procedure and heads out to inspect in off limits territory without wasting valuable time to call in reinforcement, suspecting poachers.
What she stumbles upon instead unveils an unexplored depth of the forest under the full moon, one she never would've imagined.
A/N: This fic is co-written by @fkinavocado & @gurugirl, hence @avocadoguru. Make sure to follow us both here and on wattpad as to be notified for updates!
Warnings & themes: 18+ (please NO minors!!!), smut, werewolf x human reader, slow burn, angst, violence, alternate universe (wolfrry, werewolf!harry, alpha!harry, ranger!y/n)
