Prompt: "Wet", Bingo prompts: : canon re-write, + scars
Words: 357
@drarrymicrofic
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Draco's lying there on the floor. Wet. Of blood or water, he's not sure. Probably both. The tiles bite into his back, sending cold shivers through his body, but he can't tear his eyes away from him.
He’s soaked too. Glistening like the cold flint of his eyes.
Red.
So it is blood, Draco thinks distantly, as though the thought belongs to someone else. As though it isn't his blood covering Potter's hands, his clothes, his face as he looms over him.
His breaths come in short, shallow rasps. He wants to tell Potter to get help, but his mouth won't cooperate. His tongue feels swollen, too large for his mouth. Maybe he'd bitten it. Maybe that was where the metallic taste flooding his mouth came from.
"Fuck. Shit. Shit, shit..."
The words reach him as though through several layers of magic, slow and unhurried. He'd always imagined dying would be louder.
With considerable effort, he manages to turn his head. The blood seems to be everywhere. It’s too much outside of his body. Too much—
"I... oh, God. Why didn’t you, fuck—”
Potter is suddenly much closer, leaning over him as though he can't quite believe what he's seeing. He must have dropped to his knees. Draco can feel the heat radiating off him. Potter draws one sharp breath, then another through his nose.
"Holy fuck...you smell..."
Before Draco's sluggish mind can catch up, Potter bends down and drags his tongue across Draco's chest. Or rather, across his shirt. Then the fabric is gone. Potter's tongue is against his skin. The scrape over torn flesh burns sharply enough to wrench a gasp from him.
"God... Malfoy."
Potter sounds awestruck. As though he can't quite believe what's in front of him. What’s on offer.
"I can't control it." Potter's breathing grows uneven, frantic. "It wants you. God…I’ve marked you and now it wants….it fucking wants—” Potter drags in another breath through his nose, “The wolf, God. Malfoy, I can’t, I’m sorry—I’ll wipe your memory afterwards, I promise.”
And then teeth sunk into the flesh of his neck and Draco knows this isn’t death after all.
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So, @upon-poppyhills, I've been infected by your werewolf-Harry in "Crash into me"! When Harry SNIFFS Draco, ahhh!!! I've never really recovered from that scene. So, consider this my humble homage to werewolf- Harry, and thank you for feeding this fandom with so many incredible stories!! <3
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’m going to get my scars removed,” Draco announces on a rainy Wednesday afternoon.
“Who are you seeing?” Blaise asks.
“The best Healer out there,” Draco replies with a little shrug. “Harry Potter.”
This was soooo good. I absolutely love that they're friends already in this fic and the pining and the tension was making me rip my hair out. They were so in love. And Regulus' portrtait???? A little jegulus AND wolfstar action on the side???????? Even though it absolutely broke my heart. I'm not strong enough for the marauder era, even in these small bits. I love Harry being all crafty and creative in this fic.
I'd LOVE to see a smut blurb where wolfrry fucks y/n senselessy in public for everyone to see. And point out how slippery his baby cunt is for him ughhhhh
WOAHHHH fbhdjsbhsdbkbdks okay we can do a little blurb for that bc wolfrry is a possessive son of a bitch but loves to show off.
warnings- public sex (In this au it is normal dw), degradation, alpha!Harry, mention of knotting. its filth tbh I'm sorry
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"Look up." His grip on her throat tightened. His body draped over hers, cock buried deep inside of her weepy hole. Y/N's bleary eyes looked up to watch as people passed them, some standing to the side to see the show. Harry'd had enough of her teasing and fulfilled his promise to fuck her dumb where everyone could see- bent over the hood of his car. "See that? They're watching you get fucked. Everyone can see what a naughty little bitch you've been." His chuckle against her ear made her keen, fingers curling on the metal of the hood.
It felt so good, so exhilirating to be fucked like this. She had poked and prodded and teased and now she was learning a lesson. Harry had no fears, no worries, and he was going to take what he wanted. "I see them, I see..." She whined, eyes hooded as she felt him thrust into her again. "I like when people s-see." Her stuttered words faded as his hand tightened on her throat, his deep and thorough fucking making her body light up. It felt so fucking good, Harry doing everything he could to make her as weak for him as possible.
This was the end goal. To make him snap and fuck her until all she could do was moan and cry out, to have him show her off the way she liked. She was a slut for it, the thrill of having other people watch her get pounded, having them know she was his. That he owned her and she was properly taken care of. Harry was thick, splitting her open as her cunt wept on his cock, making a mess.
"I know you do. S'why you were a fucking slut and flashed me your tits like that." He grit, pinching her nipple with his opposite hand. "You want to be a show off? Fine. Now people can see you being fucked dumb like the stupid little pup you are." He tugged on the nipple to make her moan, lifting his leg slightly to get deeper into her. "Slippery cunt take my cock so fucking good, though. Gonna take my knot just as good, hm?" He nipped aw her jaw to make her squeak. "Gonna milk every drop of cum while people watch you be filled?"
"Yes, m'yours. Want to take everything, please, please, please-" She was cut off by his hand covering her mouth, muffling the moans as she jolted with each punishing thrust into her hole. Her eyes rolled back as his cock began to pulse inside of her, his orgasm approaching soon.
"Shut the fuck up and take it then, puppy. No one wants to hear your voice, just want to see how drippy that pathetic hole gets for my cock."
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter
Additional Tags: Wartime Romance, The Ministry of Magic is Corrupt (Harry Potter), Werewolf Discrimination, Werewolf Harry Potter, Werewolf Draco Malfoy, On the Run, a bitta parseltongue shur why not, Falling In Love, Hand Jobs, Hotel Sex, ashwinder problems, Draco Malfoy Has Long Hair, Injury, Scars
Summary:
After an encounter with a vicious werewolf, Draco Malfoy wakes in a field hospital with a mangled shoulder, a furry little problem, and an inconvenient crush on Harry Potter. Potter, meanwhile, is still trying to save the world, only this time he wants Draco right there with him while he does it. Taking part in a rebellion against a corrupt regime isn't always glamorous, but at least sometimes there are organic farmshop pastries and fancy hotel bedsheets. Just don't ask about that smell of burning.
Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one.
Living with Draco (biscuit-lover, no work/life balance, good hair) and his son Scorpius (also biscuit-lover, colour-codes his bricks, proud bearer of plastic swan-shaped garden ornament) gives Harry the routine and companionship he’s always craved. There’s also the matter of the really great sex (because what’s a marriage of convenience without a little fun, after all?)
It's just a shame they’d always planned to break up after a year…
This isn't the story of the marriage. This is the story of two hurt and damaged men who learned how hard they could work for the sake of love.
