finger sucking!!!! harrys fingers constantly in yns mouth!!! because shes a teething vampire!!!!!!!!
AHHHHHH! Yes yes yes. I made it smutty though š
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Warnings- vampires, blood and blood drinking, biting, some manhandling, unprotected sex, finger sucking
The new vampire's teeth sank into Harry's finger abruptly, making him hiss in surprise. His other hand instantly grabbed her hair gently but firmly to stop the biting- it would make him cum too quickly. Blood trickled down his finger as he pulled it out of her mouth despite her whine when he pulled it away. Red dribbled down his knuckle as she watched it with wide, blown out crimson eyes.
"Careful, little one..." He sighed. Vampires were always bloody messy when they were new, but he had never expected to have to work through a new blood stage with his girl. Sheād been a human when they met. āYou canāt be so greedy. Already have my cock in you like yāwere begging for, and you drank plenty from me earlier. Gentle with your teeth if you want my fingers in your mouth.ā
Y/N moaned, her teeth retracting slowly as she released his finger with a little pout. She had no control over herself right now, and he had been trying to help her through it but it was tough. Neither of them expected it to be easy, but Y/N had underestimated just how much she had would feel like she would feel like she was crawling out of her own skin when she didnāt get what she wanted.
New vampires were wild, unhinged, bloodthirsty, and horny as hell- and she was no different. Her thighs spread wider over his hips as she rode him slowly, rubbing her swollen clit over the base of his cock with a pant. It was wet from her, the third orgasm doing little to tame her. She was making him a sticky, creamy mess, drenching his poor cock and sac and inner thighs with a mix of them but she couldnāt stop.
She knew she was being a lot, but this was something she needed.
"Harry..." She whined, trying to get more of his fingers back in her mouth. She wanted to bite down, wanted to taste blood again. She was addicted. āMāsorry. Canāt I⦠just a little more? Please baby? Please? Iām so thirsty, my throat burns.ā
A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he watched her struggle with her vampire instincts. The laugh wasnāt to be cruel, no, but he could remembered his own struggle with the shift. The burning, the hormones, the frantic need to get what she needed, it wasnāt so unfamiliar to him. Though, it was 300 years ago and probably less complicated (and dire) than her own need to control herself. It was far easier to accidentally snap and drain someone dry when he could run off and not have to worry about camera phones or the doorbells recording things.
He may be able to glamour someone into giving him money, clothes, anything else- but he wasnāt all that good with tech.
One hand tangled in her hair while the other brought his bleeding finger to her lips. "Open- Ah, slow.ā He commanded softly, waiting for her to restrain herself the best she could before he allowed his thumb to press against her bottom lip. When she obeyed, he fed her his bitten finger slowly. "Suck. Clean it off before it heals." He added, pressing the wound against her tongue deliberately. His hips lifted to meet her slow ride. The desperate suckling of his digit had his cock twitching inside of her. āNow can you be gentle with my fingers?ā
Apparently not.
His pretty little mate and newly turned vampire was still struggling with her self control, it seemed.
Harry's eyes darkened as he felt her teeth sink into his finger again, this time harder and more insistent. She was losing control rapidly, the instinct and bloodlust overriding any semblance of restraint she might have had moments ago. Blood flowed freely from the new wound as she sucked greedily on his digit, the prior one closing up. His other hand gripped her hip tightly to stabilize her riding motion while he tried to gentle her down from the bloodlust peak she was hitting. āStop⦠Stop biting.ā He growled lowly, tugging hard at her hair. āLet go of my fingers, you fuckinā needy brat.ā
She ignored his growled command entirely, too lost in her bloodthirsty haze to heed his warning. Her smaller hands suddenly grabbed his wrist forced the digits deeper into her mouth, biting down harder on both fingers simultaneously. She was growling lowly in her throat as he yanked her hair, her instincts telling her that the more blood she drank, the stronger she would get- and that was true, but Harry wasnāt human either. He was her boyfriend who also happened to be a vampire, and he had a limited source for her to have.
That didnāt seem to click in her brain though. All that mattered in the current moment was blood and sex, and she had both. Her riding became erratic as she humped him desperately, making a further mess of him as the slick sound of wet skin rubbing against one another filled his ears, whining as he released her hair to press on the hinge of her jaw to finally force it open.
With a snarl, Harry pulled his fingers from her mouth, the abrupt action paired with her saliva causing the bloody mix to drip onto her tongue and down her chin. Before she could react or snap her mouth closed to bite again, he flipped their positions swiftly, pinning her beneath him with an iron grip on her wrists. His eyes flashed with anger and something completely and utterly primal as he held her down.
"Enough." He hissed, his voice barely recognizable through clenched teeth and extended fangs. "If you can't control yourself, I'll just have to fuck it out of you."
"You're so fucking greedy." He growled lowly, his hips rocking into hers. His thick, long, cock hit right into that sensitive spot inside her, and he knew how to get it. He would be making sure of it. "You're a greedy little thing, arenāt you? Can't even control yourself around blood and dick." He sneered, his hands squeezing her wrists as she gnashed her teeth at him, pussy clenching around him.
"Youāre gonna take it until youāre nice nātired out- or remember to keep your fangs out of me. Whichever comes first."
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The Night He Stayed- Vampire!harry styles x reader
Word Count: 6.7 K
Warnings: Fingering, p in v, degradation, praising, blood feeding, biting, nipple play.
Synopsis: A jaded vampire. A heartbroken bartender. One Halloween night that blurs the line between hunger and love, and changes everything.
Ā āYouāre a vampire, arenāt you?ā
Harry stared at her, genuinely startled. No scream. No panic. Just that calm, matter-of-fact tone, like sheād just asked if he wanted another drink.
He let out a quiet, incredulous laugh, shaking his head. āYouāre⦠not afraid?ā
She smiled faintly, though her voice was soft. āShould I be?ā
He looked at her for a long moment. This maddening, fearless woman who had turned his entire night, maybe his entire existence, inside outĀ and something inside him shifted.
āNo,ā he said finally, voice low, reverent. āNot you.ā
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The night was cold enough to make mortals shiver, but Harry Styles didnāt feel it. He hadnāt felt the cold in centuries. Not since warmth had become something he only stole from others.
Still, he appreciated Halloween, the one night a year he could roam freely, without having to hide what he was. Or rather, what he wasnāt.
Humans called it the season of fear. To him, it was amateur hour.
He strolled down the busy London street, hands tucked in the pockets of his black coat, the air thick with the scent of cheap rum, face paint, and mortal ignorance. All around him were vampiresĀ or, at least, people who thought they were. Pale faces dusted with white powder, plastic fangs glinting under streetlights, and fake blood dripping down chins in glorified drool trails.
He slowed to watch one of them, a man wearing a crushed velvet cape and eyeliner that had clearly been applied in a moving vehicle. The guy hissed at a passing group of witches, baring his store-bought teeth.
Harry smirked. āTerrifying.ā he muttered under his breath, voice dripping with sarcasm. āTruly, I tremble.ā
A woman passed by with a glass of red wine, sloshing it dramatically. āO-positive.ā she giggled to her friends.
Harry rolled his eyes. If only they knew how metallic it really tastes, he thought. And how quickly it clots if you donāt drink it fresh.
A couple dressed as matching skeletons stumbled past him, laughing, bumping into his shoulder. āSorry, mate!ā one slurred.
He gave them a polite smile, all teeth, no warmth and continued on his way. Their heartbeats thumped behind him, loud and inviting. He could taste them in the air if he wanted to.
But not tonight. Not yet.
Tonight, he was looking for something... different.
The humans had their little masquerade, and he had his hunger. The irony wasnāt lost on him. Heād lived long enough to find their fear of monsters both amusing and endearing. After all, what was scarier than a creature that could walk among them unnoticed dressed in nothing but mortal skin and good manners?
A group of college kids sprinted past, one yelling, āNice costume, mate!ā
Harry glanced down at himself. Plain black trousers, boots, a dark shirt, a few silver rings. No cape. No makeup. No need.
He smirked again. āThanks,ā he said under his breath, voice carrying just enough of a grin to make it dangerous. āItās one of a kind.ā
Ahead, neon lights bled across the pavement. A club pulsing with bass, laughter, and the faintest scent of adrenaline. Perfect.
Harry stopped outside the club, the thrum of bass vibrating through the pavement like a heartbeat.
How poetic, he thought, lips curling faintly. A room full of living, breathing pulse points.
Feeding nights were usually easy. Predictable. Heād perfected the routine centuries ago. Walk in, find someone alone and looking for danger, seduce them just enough to make them follow. Humans were remarkably good at mistaking hunger for attraction. He never took more than he needed, never left a mess. Just enough to keep the edge off the craving.
It was all a game now. A dull, repetitive one. Seduction had become muscle memory; pleasure, an imitation. Nothing ever stuck.
Harry stepped forward, the club doors parting like an invitation. The air inside was warm, electric, perfume, sweat, and cheap liquor blending into a haze of mortal excess. The lights flashed crimson and violet across faces painted to look monstrous, none of them realizing that the real one had just walked in.
A few heads turned as he made his way to the bar, they always did. Something about him drew attention, even when he wasnāt trying. Maybe it was his eyes. Green, sharp, faintly amused, or the quiet confidence of someone whoād seen more centuries than he cared to count.
He slid into a seat at the counter, planning to survey the room. A blonde at the far end caught his eye, already giving him that come talk to me look. Easy prey. He could be done by midnight if he wanted.
But then,
He saw her.
Behind the bar.
And suddenly, every well-rehearsed plan evaporated.
She wasnāt like the rest.
Her costume, if it could be called that, clung to her in ways that demanded attention. It was classic, red and black. But the top barely held her perfectly curved breasts, and her skirt was short enough that if sheād bend, her ass would be on display. Shiny makeup, perfect red lips, making her stand out. But it wasnāt just that. It was the way she moved, quick, sure, effortless. She was flipping bottles, pouring drinks with the precision of someone who owned the room, tossing back sarcastic comments at flirty customers without missing a beat.
Her laughter cut through the music, low and magnetic.
And Harry, whoād lived long enough to think heād seen every kind of beauty the world could offer, forgot himself for a moment.
His hunger quieted.
Not gone, just... pushed aside, like it knew it wasnāt the only craving now.
He leaned on the bar, lips twitching into a small, intrigued smile as she turned toward him.
āCan I get you something?ā she asked, voice teasing, confident.
Oh, he could think of a few things. But for now,
āSomething strong,ā he said, eyes never leaving hers. āIāve got a feeling itās going to be a long night.ā
Harry had been alive long enough to recognize beauty in all its forms. The fleeting, the fragile, the dangerous. But this one was something else.
He couldnāt quite decide what drew him more, her smile or the fact that it wasnāt directed at him.
She was working the bar like a performer on her own stage. Glasses clinked, music pulsed, people shouted orders over the noise. She barely looked flustered, tossing her hair out of her face and flashing an effortless grin at the next customer.
When she finally came back to him, he leaned forward slightly, resting an elbow on the counter.
āStill here?ā she asked, teasing, wiping down the surface between them.
āPlanning to be,ā he replied smoothly. āUnless you plan to throw me out.ā
She quirked a brow. āDepends. You gonna order something, or just stare at me all night?ā
āCanāt I do both?ā His smile was slow, deliberate, the kind that usually melted resistance in seconds.
But she didnāt flinch. Didnāt even blush.
Instead, she laughed, short and genuine. āYou can try, pretty boy. Whatāll it be?ā
Harry blinked, momentarily thrown off. Pretty boy? No one had called him that in⦠well, centuries. Most people couldnāt even look him in the eye long enough to get that comfortable.
He recovered with a smirk, giving her the same answer he had earlier. āSurprise me. Something strong.ā
āStrong, huh?ā she mused, eyeing him like she was assessing a challenge. āYou look like a whiskey type. Maybe bourbon. Definitely someone who thinks theyāre tougher than they are.ā
His brows lifted, amused. āYou think youāve got me figured out?ā
āPlease,ā she said, already pouring. āIāve been bartending for five years. I can smell the overconfidence from here.ā
She slid the drink toward him, amber liquid catching the neon light. He took a sip, smooth, smoky, warm. Not bad for human alcohol.
He hummed approvingly. āYou might be right about the bourbon. But the confidence?ā He leaned in slightly, voice dropping into something darker, teasing. āThatās not an act.ā
She met his gaze evenly. āConfidence and arrogance are cousins, you know. Oneās just louder.ā
He laughed. A low, surprised sound that earned a few curious glances from nearby patrons.
Maybe it was the centuries of predictable human behavior, or maybe it was the way she wasnāt bending to him, but something about her defiance was addictive.
So he stayed.
Drink after drink, round after round, he found excuses to keep talking to her. Each time, he ordered something different. A gin martini, a rum cocktail, something with fire and flair just to see how sheād make it.
She did it all without missing a beat, even doing little tricks now and then, flipping bottles, catching them, the crowd cheering.
He couldnāt take his eyes off her.
At one point, between customers, she glanced at him again. āYou sure you can handle another one? Youāve had, what, four?ā
āFive.ā, he corrected with a grin. āAnd I assure you, love, Iāve got a remarkable tolerance.ā
āRight,ā she said, smirking. āThatās what they all say before Iām hauling them off the floor.ā
āYou can try hauling me,ā he murmured, his tone suggestive enough to make her snort.
āCharming,ā she deadpanned, reaching for another glass. āYou really think that line works on women?ā
He tilted his head, studying her. āUsually.ā
āWell,ā she said with a teasing smile, ācongratulations. Youāve met your exception.ā
He grinned, biting back a laugh. For once, someone had cracked through his well-practiced faƧade, not with awe, but with sarcasm.
And the worst part? He loved it.
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Hours had a strange way of slipping past in that club, lights flickering, glasses clinking, the same songs looping like spells meant to make people forget time.
Harry hadnāt moved from his spot at the bar. He was sitting there with one elbow propped lazily on the counter, chin resting against his hand, eyes fixed on her like she was the only thing in motion.
She noticed, of course. Hard not to, when a man like that was watching you.
He wasnāt the usual kind of drunk who flirted between slurred words and bad jokes. No, this one had a certain calm to him, that unnerving quiet confidence that made her pulse jump for reasons she didnāt want to admit.
āAnother one?ā she asked when she came over, though her shift was almost done.
Harry smiled, slow, disarming. āOnly if youāre making it, love.ā
That word again. Love. The way he said it, smooth, low, like it was both an endearment and a challenge, made her fingers pause for half a second on the shaker. She hated that it made her stomach flutter.
He leaned in slightly as she worked, voice barely audible over the music. āYou always this good at pretending everythingās fine?ā
That caught her off guard. She glanced up, meeting those impossibly green eyes, and for a moment, forgot how to breathe.
āWhat makes you think Iām pretending?ā she asked, forcing a light tone.
He tilted his head, studying her like she was a riddle. āYouāve got that look. The one people get when they smile too hard.ā
She huffed out a small laugh, shaking her head. āYouāre observant for someone whoās had six drinks.ā
āSeven,ā he corrected with a grin. āAnd Iāve been told Iām very good at paying attention.ā
She shouldāve brushed him off. Shouldāve rolled her eyes and walked away. But something in his tone, the quiet sincerity under the arrogance, made her pause.
Maybe it was the way the night had been going. Maybe it was the way his eyes seemed to see past her armor. Or maybe it was the fact that he was a stranger, one sheād likely never see again after tonight.
So she exhaled softly and said, āFine. You really want to know? I just got out of a relationship. Messy ending. The kind that makes you wish people came with warning labels.ā
He didnāt flinch, didnāt look smug for prying it out of her. Instead, his expression softened, just a fraction. āSomeone was stupid enough to let you go?ā
She let out a dry laugh. āYou donāt even know me.ā
āDonāt need to,ā he said, eyes glinting. āSometimes itās obvious when something goodās been wasted.ā
Her pulse skipped, and she quickly busied herself cleaning the counter. āYou always this smooth, or is it just the whiskey talking?ā
āOh, Iām smooth even when sober,ā he said, smirking.
āGood to know youāre humble too.ā
āI have my moments,ā he replied, flashing that grin that could make saints sin.
She tried not to look at him too long but it was impossible not to notice the tattoos curling up his forearms, the glint of his silver rings catching the bar lights, or the easy way he carried himself, like the night itself bent to his pace.
It wasnāt fair, really. Men like him werenāt supposed to look that good, or sound that enticing when they said your name because he did say it, a few minutes later, when she introduced herself properly. And when he said it, it somehow sounded like it meant something.
She told herself not to get attached. He was just a stranger in a bar. Someone passing through her night like the rest of them.
But she couldnāt shake the feeling that there was something different about him. Something that made her want to know what he was hiding behind that lazy grin.
He sat at the bar still as she was closing up, ready to end her shift.
She glanced up once, catching his stare. āWhy're you still here?ā
His lazy smile suggested he hadnāt even considered leaving. āDidnāt want to leave without saying goodnight.ā
āGoodnight?ā she echoed, lips twitching. āYou make it sound like this is some kind of date.ā
āMaybe it could be,ā he said, voice low. āNext time youāre not working.ā
She rolled her eyes but couldnāt quite hide the smirk that tugged at her mouth. āYou donāt give up, do you?ā
āNever saw the point,ā he replied, leaning back, his gaze dragging over her just long enough to make her skin prickle. āBesides, Iāve had worse hobbies than trying to make a beautiful woman smile.ā
Her breath caught before she could stop it. God, he was shameless. And worse, he was good at it. Too good.
āYouāve got a dangerous mouth,ā she said finally, voice half amused, half warning.
He grinned. āDepends who you ask.ā
She shook her head, pretending to be unaffected, but the warmth creeping up her neck betrayed her. āYou should go before I start charging you rent for that barstool.ā
āTell you what,ā he said, standing. āIāll go⦠if you walk me out.ā
She laughed. āYouāre impossible.ā
āPersistent,ā he corrected, flashing her that grin again.
Something in the way he said it, that mix of arrogance and something darker, made her pulse skip. Against her better judgment, she found herself nodding. āFine. Iām locking up anyway.ā
He followed her as she moved through the side corridor toward the staff exit. The hallway was dimly lit, quiet, the bass from the club now a distant echo. She could feel him behind her, tall, silent, radiating warmth she shouldnāt have noticed.
She pushed open the back door, the chill of the night brushing her skin. He was close enough that when she turned, she nearly collided with him.
For a heartbeat, neither of them spoke. The air between them shifted, heavier, charged, alive.
He looked down at her, green eyes glinting under the flickering light. āYou sure you want to call it a night, love?ā
Her chest rose with a shaky breath. āYou always call women that?ā
āOnly the ones I canāt stop thinking about.ā
She hated how easily her pulse betrayed her. āYou really think that lineās gonna work?ā
āI donāt think,ā he murmured, stepping closer, his voice a velvet promise. āI know.ā
She laughed, soft, nervous, and wanting. āYouāre so-ā
ā-cocky?ā he supplied with a smirk.
āExactly.ā
Their eyes locked again, and something inside her snapped. Maybe it was the alcohol in the air, or the exhaustion, or the fact that for once, she didnāt want to think. She just wanted to feel something good.
So she did the first thing that felt right.
She grabbed his shirt collar, pulled him through the half-open staff door, and let it swing shut behind them. Harry grinned against her lips, one hand going to her hip to steady her, other cupping her jaw as he tilted her face upwards for a better angle.
āKnew youād get there.ā, he mumbles out of breath.
āShut up.ā, she mumbles back, raising up on her tiptoes. Sheād kissed men before. Flings, mistakes, forgettable faces, but this was different. There was a pull here, something deeper than attraction, as though his very presence was rewriting the rhythm of her heartbeat.
And when he deepened the kiss, she let him. Completely.
Her mind was a blur, but she noticed things, the faint scent of cedar and smoke clinging to him, the cool brush of his rings against her skin, the way he made even the air around them feel electric.
It felt so good, and it was just a kiss. After weeks of heartbreak and noise, here was a man who looked at her like she wasnāt broken, just⦠alive.
Maybe it was reckless. Maybe it was exactly what she needed.
āMy flatās just around the corner,ā she said, the words slipping out before she could second-guess them.
Harryās lips curved into that devastating smile again. āLead the way, love.ā
She didnāt know why her pulse jumped at the sound of that word again. Maybe because of the way he said it, like he meant it. She didnāt look back to see the flicker in his eyes as he followed her, a flash of hunger, darker and older than anything.Ā
Her flat wasnāt far. A narrow staircase, a squeaky door, a space that smelled faintly of vanilla candles and coffee. Warm, lived-in, safe. It felt like a place he shouldnāt belong in.
They stumbled inside between breathless kisses, the kind that were more about relief than haste, two people trying to forget the rest of the world.Ā
He pressed her against the closed door, one hand braced beside her head, the other tracing the line of her jaw. Her hands tangle in his hair, moaning softly as his lips leave hers and move to the skin of her jaw and down her chin.Ā
It shouldāve felt routine to him. Heād been here before, countless times across countless decades, but it didnāt. There was something different about this.
About her.
āWhat about you? Messy breakup too?ā, she asks breathlessly, as one of his hands squeeze her hip and trails down over her short skirt.
āNothing in particular.ā, he says, not giving her a lot. He palms her ass over her skirt. āYou do know this little piece of clothing barely covers your ass?ā
āI know, and I donāt care. Got you in my flat, didnāt it?ā, she replies back and he chuckles, hand going under her skirt.Ā
āI was more curious to see what you were wearing under it.ā, he says, fingers grazing her thin cotton panties.
āTake a look, then.ā, she flutters her eyelashes, heart thumping with adrenaline.
āIām the one usually giving instructions, love.ā, he says, nipping at her neck, making her moan. āYou put up this act, but I know you just want to be taken care of. Just want to feel good. Isnāt that right love?ā
His fingers press onto her clit over her panties and her breath hitches, wanting more. āIām not giving you more until you answer.ā, he says calmly.
āMm, please. Make me feel good.ā, she says softly, and he smirks, hands going to her hips, pulling her towards him. āOh I will. More than that shitty ex boyfriend of yours ever could. Now, take off these little pieces of clothing that stop me from seeing you completely.ā
She obeys, his commands making her feel like giving up all control already. She tugs down her zipper and slides her short skirt down her hips, then her top, left with only underwear.Ā
āBeautiful tits you got there, love. Go on, get them out.ā, he eyes her, stepping her closer.
She does, unhooking her bra, and sheās left with her upper half fully exposed. Harry cups her right breast, and attaches his lips around the nipple of her left breast, making her gasp and hold onto him.Ā
Heās then moving her to the couch, making her lay down so he has better access, connecting their lips again. His fingers play with her breasts, palming them, cupping them, tugging on her nipples making her gasp into the kiss. When she broke away just long enough to look up at him, her lips swollen and eyes bright, he thought that he could live off that sight alone.
āHarry,ā she murmured, her voice soft but steady.
He answered with a hum, brushing a kiss to her neck, and then froze.
Her pulse fluttered beneath his lips, steady, strong, alive. And suddenly the hunger heād been suppressing all night surged to the surface, sharp and undeniable.
His breath hitched. He felt his fangs press against his lower lip before he could stop them. Instinct, ancient and uncontrollable.
He turned his head away, jaw tight, eyes darkening as he forced himself to step back. āI-ā
She blinked, chest rising and falling quickly. āWhatās wrong?ā
āNothing,ā he said too quickly, his voice rough. āI just⦠need a second.ā
And then she saw it, the faint gleam of his teeth when the light hit them just right. Not normal teeth. Not even close.
For a heartbeat, the room was utterly still.
Then, instead of fear, she tilted her head slightly, curiosity flickering behind her eyes. āYouāre a vampire, arenāt you?ā
Harry stared at her, genuinely startled. No scream. No panic. Just that calm, matter-of-fact tone, like sheād just asked if he wanted another drink.
He let out a quiet, incredulous laugh, shaking his head. āYouāre⦠not afraid?ā
She smiled faintly, though her voice was soft. āShould I be?ā
He looked at her for a long moment. This maddening, fearless woman who had turned his entire night, maybe his entire existence, inside outĀ and something inside him shifted.
āNo,ā he said finally, voice low, reverent. āNot you.ā
Her smile widens, as she tugs him by his shirt so heās back over her. āDonāt fight it then. I donāt mind, I just want to feel good.ā
āYouāre really one of a kind, y/n.ā, he says, tossing his shirt away, and she grins, running her hands over him as he leaves little bites and kisses over her skin. He could hear the blood flowing through her arteries and veins, he could hear the thump of her heart, he could see the way her skin rose rhythmically at her pulse points. But he was hesitant to feed on her, heād never been like that before.
āOh!ā Her breath hitches as his fingers graze over her folds, her panties had been gone long ago. The moisture glazed his fingers.
āYouāre so wet, love. Tell me, what got you so wet?ā, he prompts, spreading her knees apart with one hand, other still over her pussy.
āYou. Want you to..ā sheās cut off by a moan as he begins circling his thumb around her clit, lips attaching to her nipple again.Ā
āWant me to what, love?ā, he asks innocently, teeth nipping the sensitive skin around her nipple making her squeak.Ā
āUse your fingers, mouth, anything, please.ā, she begs.
He eases the sting with his tongue. āYou like that?ā
āUh huh.ā Two of his fingers slip into her hole and her back arches, lips opening into an inaudible gasp.Ā
āI want you to be loud, okay? Let me hear those sweet sounds.ā, he says, giving her another bite near her nipple making her moan.
āHm, just like that.ā, he confirms, and as heās getting more aroused, so is his need to feed. His sharp ears hear the gush of her blood flowing, drowning her moans, and his hand that was laying over her hip was close to her femoral artery, his thumb laying just over it.
āFuck.ā, he curses, but continues to pump his fingers in and out of her. āI need to feed on you.ā
His fingers curl upwards and deeper, hitting her g-spot making her moan loudly, inching her body upwards. āYou need to-what?ā, she can barely understand him, overwhelmed by pleasure.
āIāll fix you right up, donāt worry. Itāll feel good.ā, he promises, and heās tilting her neck for more exposure, fingers continuing to pleasure her, scissoring in and out of her.
He had promised her she had nothing to be afraid of, so she finds herself agreeing as his eyes meet hers like he was asking for permission. Harry didnāt know why he did that.
āOkay.ā She didnāt protest as his teeth sank into her skin. Besides, she was too wrapped up in pleasure. And she actually wanted to feel a bit of pain. She can feel a sharp sting as his fangs break her skin, but as his lips wrap around her the spot and starts sucking her blood, it turns into pleasure.Ā
āIām gonna cum..ā Her moans get louder and her body shakes slightly as he moves his fingers at a faster pace, other hand holding her still.
It wasnāt just the taste for Harry, it was her. The warmth of her blood, steady and alive, carried all the vitality of a human heart beating in rhythm with its desires. It was intoxicating, electric, more addictive than anything heād felt in decades.
Every nerve in his body seemed to ignite. He felt alive in a way he hadnāt in years, every sense magnified. The scent of her skin, the soft pulse beneath his lips, even the faint tremble of her breath, it was all part of the experience, overwhelming and intimate. He carries her through her orgasm, listening to the beautiful sounds she made, it only making him crave her more.
When he drew back, it wasnāt with emptiness, but with satisfaction. Not just for the thirst heād finally quenched, but for the trust sheād given him. Sheās breathing heavily, chest rising and falling from the after effects of her orgasm. Sheās slightly dazed, blinking as her visionās a bit blurry.
āThat was..woah.ā, she pants, trying to look at her neck as he pulled back, blood still gushing out of her wound. It wasnāt too big, Harry was careful and normally he wouldnāt care, but he didnāt want y/n having to deal with that wound, so he bites his own wrist, drawing some blood and brings it up to her lips.
āDrink.āĀ
Her eyebrows raise in question, and he nods, nudging his wrist closer. āMy blood will heal the wound, make it better.ā
She doesnāt know what this night has gotten into but she listens, letting the metallic taste of his blood touch her tongue too. Harryās green eyes so deep she thought he could stare into her soul kept eye contact with her the whole while. She had questions for him, too many. But at the moment, she just wanted to drink. It was weirdly intimate, him giving her his blood. But it didnāt go on for long. His eyes flick to the side of her neck, seeing that his fang marks have disappeared and he pulls his wrist away.
āItās really gone huh?ā, she touches the spot.
He smirks. āLike magic.ā
She smiled, pulling him down again, locking lips. āI liked that, it was really hot.ā
āYouāre a naughty girl.āĀ
Her hands move down towards his pants, palming the bulge she could clearly feel.
āVampires get hard ons too?ā, she teases.
He growls against her lips, hands squeezing her lips. āWhat are you going to do about it?ā
āWhatever you want me to do.ā, she says, tracing her finger down his abs.Ā
āWhat if I said I wanted to fuck you senseless?ā, he asks, biting her bottom lip softly.
āIād say yes..please.ā, she adds. He groans, getting up to slide his pants down. āYouāre driving me crazy, little human.ā
She grins, then it slowly fades as she sees the size of his dick. āHoly shit.ā
āWhat? Was your boyfriendās at least half of mine?ā, Harry asks cockily as he palms his length. She ignores his comment. āYou said youād make me feel better than he did, show me.ā
āIāll be happy too. Spread them.ā, he pats her thigh, and she opens her legs. āDoes it have healing properties too?ā, she asks.
āWhat?ā
āYour cum. You do cum, right?ā
Heās scoffing, not wasting any more time as heās pushing into her, all at once. āI do. And about the healing properties, letās find out, shall we?ā
Ā Sheās biting back a scream as he fills her up, and he pinches her nipple making her let that out. āI said I wanted to hear you, didnāt I?ā
She nods, not giving him a verbal reply and he raises his eyebrows, giving her nipple a twist. āYou were sharper when you werenāt cock greedy.āĀ
āYes, you did..ohh..ā, she steadies herself as he doesnāt move yet, letting her adjust. āFuck me. Fuck me good, Harry.ā
āYou got it, princess.ā, he says, and begins moving his hips, thrusting in and out of her. She doesnāt contain her moans, nails digging into his arms as she holds on. His pace was incredible, super human. So fast, and so deep, it was hitting her so deep she didnāt even know it was possible. He lifted her legs up with one hand, pounding into her.Ā
The flat fills with their sounds of pleasure, their moans blending together.
āSo? H-He ever fuck you like this?ā, he asks, blowing some hair out of his face as he looks down at her.
She couldnāt even form sentences. āNo..no..please, oh..harder..ā
āYup, thatās right. Iām not leaving until I fuck you into a sensless toy. You like it though, youāre enjoying it, arenāt you baby?ā He grips her jaw, squeezing it, forcing her to look at him.
āMhmm, yes, oh yesā¦fuck, bite me again, u-use me...ā
He lets out a soft laugh, stroking some of her hair back as he continues his pace. āYouāll be too weak if I drink from you again. But I can give you little love bites.ā
She feels the dam ready to burst, that feeling at the bottom of her stomach and when he nips at the soft, delicate skin of her belly, sheās starting to shake.Ā
āYouāre gonna cum already?ā, he asks, knowing it.Ā
āPlease..c-canāt..ā She closes her eyes, screaming and gripping his arm tight as he gives her a particularly hard thrust.Ā
āYou can cum..eyes on me, I want to see them while you cum. No looking away from me, yeah?ā She nods, opening her eyes and he grunts, āGood girl. Got pretty eyes.ā
He needs a bit more to get off, humans always reach their climax early. He slows his pace a little as she orgasms, keeps her body down with a hand on her stomach as she shudders. When sheās whimpering from overstimulation, he pulls out.
āYouāre not done yet, love. Turn over, come on.ā She feels like sheās made of clay, barely able to move and heās sighing, lifting her up easily and propping her on her hands over the arm rest of the couch and her knees on the cushion, then pressing down lightly on her lower back so itās arched.Ā
āGotta do all the work for you.Ā But itās okay, I donāt mind. Now hold on.ā, he warns. He squeezes her ass cheeks before separating them, and pushes his dick inside her pussy again. She moans and feels tears in her eyes, she was too sensitive.
āHarry..itās too much..ā
āYou can take it, youāre a little slut who wanted to be fucked good. Youāre getting exactly that, donāt complain.āĀ
She holds on the arm rest as her entire body is moving forwards and backwards too as heās pushing in and out, hands holding her hips. One hand goes to her hair, wrapping it around his hand and tugs her head up. āYouāve got the best fucking pussy, you know that? Prettiest, and so tight.ā
She moans, tears of pleasure running down her cheeks. āF-Feels..feels so good.ā
āYeah? You like getting railed by my big cock?ā, he asks, groaning as he feels his climax coming on.Ā
āUh huh, donāt stop..ā
He quickens his pace, making her scream. When heās just about to cum, he turns her over and jerks himself, other hand going to her chin to tug her mouth open. āOpen up. Itās going to be a lot, okay? But youāll swallow every drop.ā
She nods obediently, looking up at him with her tear streaked face, makeup ruined and smothered all over her face. But she never looked more attractive to him.Ā
She keeps her mouth open as his cum shoots onto her tongue and she brings her hand up, milking him off. She swallowed it all, noticing that it was not very salty. āYouāll know in the morning if it has healing properties.ā, he adds, smirking as he presses a kiss to her lips, closing her jaw.
āOh god..I-I..I really am crazy, letting a vampire do things to me.ā, she murmurs, wiping her eyes.Ā
āDo you regret it?ā, Harry asks, cleaning himself up with a cloth laying nearby.
āNo.ā, she said, then licks her lips as she slowly exhales. āNo, it was one of the best nights Iāve had in a while.ā
He smiles. āIām glad to hear that. Energy for another round then?ā, he asks, wiping off some sweat and she shakes her head, eyes wide. She was too overstimulated, her pussy was starting to hurt.
Ā He laughs, getting off the couch and scooping his arms around her, picking her up easily. āYou kept up with me, you did good little human. Whereās your bathroom?ā
She pointed which way, and rested her head against his chest as he carried her like a koala bear. She was exhausted. Harry carried her effortlessly, one arm beneath her knees, the other around her backĀ as though she weighed nothing at all, though her warmth pressed against him in a way he couldnāt ignore.
He laid her gently on the edge of the bathtub, hands surprisingly careful as he washed the sweat and remnants of the night from her skin. She hummed softly, half asleep, half aware, and it struck him how utterly unguarded she was with him.
He frowned at himself. Why am I doing this? he thought, lips pressed into a tight line. He had never cared for anyone like this. He had never⦠fussed, never worried about small comforts, never softened for someone. And yet, here he was.
Once she was clean, he lifted her again, carrying her to her bed. She didnāt protest, didnāt speak just let him do it. He tucked the blankets around her, careful not to wake her fully, and then padded silently to the kitchen.
A glass of water. Some fruit.
He placed them on the bedside table, lingering over her for a moment. She looked peaceful, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, unaware of the turmoil swirling inside him.
He didnāt know why he cared. Never had before. He ran a finger along the rim of the glass, eyes flicking back to her. He wanted to stay, to protect, to holdĀ and he knew that was the dangerous part. Because he wasnāt supposed to care. Not like this.
āHarry?ā, she whispers, eyes flutter open just a bit. āWill you stay?ā
How could he say no to that?
He gets in the bed beside her in reply, and she turns to cuddle into his chest making him melt into a puddle.Ā
He runs his fingers through her hair, feeling the soft strands between his fingers. āThank you.ā, he murmurs, pressing a kiss against her hair.
āFor what?ā, she asks, opening her eyes to look at him.
āYou knew what I was and you still trusted me. You let me feed too.ā, he says.
She shrugs. āIām not scared of you. You seem like a sweet vampire, just tough on the outside.ā
Harry laughs, stroking the soft skin of her cheek with his thumb. āSweet vampire is the last thing people use to describe me, love. Oh, if you knew. But.. I guess thatās how I am with you.ā, he whispers, watching as her eyes closed again and her breathing becomes heavier as she falls asleep. āIāve never felt like this.ā, he whispers, kissing her cheek.Ā
He wasnāt going to sleep. Heād look at her all night long, cause thatās how much time he would be giving himself to be in her presence. He knew what he had to do in the morning.Ā
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The first hint of dawn crept through the thin curtains, pale light tracing across the walls.
Harry sat beside her bed, watching her sleep. She looked impossibly peaceful, the curve of her lips, the slow rhythm of her breathing. So human. So warm.
He shouldnāt still be there. He knew that. Every instinct screamed for him to leave before daylight, before he made the mistake of believing this could ever be more than what it was.
But he couldnāt bring himself to move.
Something about her had cracked through centuries of practiced indifference. Sheād made him feel something he thought heād lost long ago, softness, care, hope.
And that was precisely why he had to go.
His world was too dark, too dangerous. To bring her into it would be to mark her forever, and she deserved better than that.
He leaned forward, brushing a strand of hair from her face. āYouāre too precious for this life, love,ā he whispered, voice barely audible. āToo bright.ā
He stood slowly, drawing a single crimson rose from the pocket of his coat. It wasnāt an ordinary one, its petals glowed faintly, pulsing with a vitality that would never fade. It would never wilt, never die, just like him. A piece of the night, left behind.
He placed it on her bedside table, next to the untouched fruit and the glass of water.Ā
When her eyes fluttered open, hazy and confused, he knew there was no more time.
āHarry?ā she murmured, voice thick with sleep. āWhat are you-ā
He met her gaze before she could finish. His hands held her cheeks gently as he stared into her beautiful eyes. His eyes glowed faintly green, ancient and hypnotic. She stilled, breath catching as the air between them seemed to hum.
āListen to me, y/n,ā he said softly, his voice wrapping around the room like a lullaby. āYouāre going to forget me and all of this. Youāre going to forget everything that happened in the last 8 hours. You never met me and nothing happened between us.ā
Her brow furrowed faintly, but her gaze stayed locked with his.
āYouāll wake up and remember just peace and calm, no fear.ā His voice trembled slightly, centuries of control fracturing under the weight of what he was doing.
āAnd youāll know,ā he continued, his thumb brushing her cheek, āthat you are brilliant. That your ex never deserved you. That youāll heal, and laugh again, and fill every room with that smile Iāll never forget.ā
He leaned forward, pressed a soft kiss to her lips, then her forehead, and whispered one last time, āWhatever you do, be happy.. Now go back to sleep, youāll wake up in an hour well rested, ready to take on your day.ā
Her eyelids fluttered closed again, her breathing even.
Harry stood there for a moment longer, memorizing her face in the pale light, before turning toward the door. He hesitated, the ache in his chest unlike anything heād felt in centuries, then forced himself to walk away.
Outside, the city was quiet, painted in gold and silver as the sun climbed the horizon. He slipped his sunlight ring onto his finger, the gemstone catching the light, protecting him from what he was never meant to touch.
As he stepped into the empty street, his heart felt heavier than the dawn pressing on his back.
Inside, y/n wakes up after an hour. She blinked, sitting up slowly, eyes sweeping the quiet room. She couldnāt remember why her heart felt strange, or why her throat felt tight, only that it did.Ā
And then she saw it.
A single rose on the bedside table, crimson and perfect, its petals untouched by time.
She reached for it, fingertips brushing the stem, and smiled faintly.
She didnāt know why, but something told her she wasnāt alone.
That maybe, somewhere out there, someone was thinking of her.
And somewhere, on a quiet London street, Harry Styles disappeared into the morning, the ghost of her laughter still echoing in his mind.
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Author's note- Happy Halloween to my wonderful readers, I hope you guys enjoyed this one! I've always wanted to write a vampire!harry fic and I finally got the time and inspiration. Please do let me know if you liked my work by reblogging, liking and commenting if you want to. Reading those make my day.
CW: Explicit smut, panic attack(Harry is afraid of the dark), minor language, mentions of blood and dirty talk.
Word Count: 8.8K
A/N: This is just a fun little twist on a vampire AU because not all the spooky fics need to be super scary and sometimes we just have to comfort our vampire husband. Hope yāall enjoy!!āØ
Summary: During a normal night at home the power goes out and Harry doesnāt handle it wellš¤
āOh shit.ā You mumble to yourself as you rush down the hallway, flicking on the lights as you head towards the living room. You glance out the window that shows off the backyard, the dark blues swirling with the gray clouds floating across the sky tucking the moon behind them lets you know youāre running out of time. āFuck fuck fuck.ā You chant as you head into the kitchen, standing in the doorway for only a brief moment to make sure the dimness of the overhead lights are turned all the way up making the room almost seem to glow a bright white as the light bounces off the white marble of the counter tops.
Youāre practically tripping over your own two feet as you rush around the house turning on all the lights in every room you enter or pass, so that not even a corner or spare coat closet tucked away in one of the guest bedrooms is cloaked in darkness. You let out a sigh of relief as you round the corner and spot the glow of your husband's nightstand lamp he keeps on while he sleeps pouring out from under your bedroom door letting you know he hasnāt woken up yet. Now this may seem a little odd, turning on all the lights because normally Harryās kind enjoy the darkness, they thrive in it and use it to their advantage to lure in their prey and cover up their more gruesome acts but not Harry.
He is absolutely terrified of the dark.
Thatās why you take it upon yourself to make sure every single room in the house is lit up so that Harry doesnāt have to worry about being surrounded by the very thing that causes him so much distress, especially while youāre asleep and wonāt be able to be of much help to him. Harry himself knows his fear of the pitch blackness that comes with the night is far more intense than a humanās version of being afraid of the dark, because a few nightlights and some soothing stories and checking the closet for monsters before bed sadly do very little to ease his anxiousness about being surrounded by darkness.
Because unlike humans or most humans he should say, he knows what lurks in the dark corners of a bedroom, what demons are dancing in the shadows casted on the wall from the flames of a lit candle and the evil that lingers under beds. He knows of all the bad and scary things that walk hand in hand with the dark and even though heās a blood drinking vampire he refuses to let the darkness force him to become something thatās pure evil, even if it means going against the very nature of his being. So what started off as him just wanting to avoid the dark to preserve what little goodness he still has inside his immortal soul, slowly transformed into Harry being terrified of the pitch blackness that comes with the time of day he is most active due to what he knows itāll do to him.
Now the only time he is ever surrounded by darkness is in his sleep, but even then he uses the glow of the lamp on his nightstand as a beacon to draw him back into the light where he feels safe if his dreams get to be too much. And after being together for nearly four years, you've managed to somehow get this nightly routine down to only half an hour max and that's usually only if you forget a closet or bathroom light and have to run across the house to go switch them on before scurrying off to the bedroom before Harry wakes up. You always try your best to be there when he wakes up because if youāre not he will search the whole house in a panicked huff until he finds you, normally asleep on the couch in front of the tv or in the study curled up in the arm chair lost in some book.
You try to be as quiet as possible as you enter the bedroom, slowly dragging the dimmer switch all the way to the top letting the room be blanketed in a soft white light. As you look around the room a grin takes over your face when your eyes land on Harry, he is laying on top of the soft sheets on the bed with his eyes closed and a peaceful look on his face, one hand is resting on his bare chest right above his butterfly tattoo while the other is down at his side. You let out a small dreamy sigh as you reluctantly drag your eyes away from your husband so you can walk over to your closet but as you walk past Harry's side of the bed you feel a hand wrap around your wrist stopping you from being able to take another step.
"Now I know my sweet little wife wasn't about to just walk right by me without stopping to give me a kiss." Harry's voice is deep and rough from sleep while his hold on your wrist tightens ever so slightly as he pulls you backwards towards the bed.
"I didn't think you were awake." You explain with pink cheeks as Harry sits up and effortlessly tosses his legs over the bed so he can pull you to stand between them, his hand drops your wrist so he can grip your hips making a small humming noise come from the back of his throat as his thumbs rub over the silky material of your nightgown.
āI woke up when I heard your footsteps coming from the kitchen,ā he tells you as he looks up at you with a quirked brow. āSounded like you were in a rush of some sort.ā You let out a huff as a smirk slowly works its way onto his face while you run a hand through his hair, pushing it up and out of his face so you can get the perfect view of his emerald colored eyes.
āI may have lost track of time watching-ā
āPlease tell me it wasnāt that dating show where they get locked in little rooms and talk to a wall.ā
āThey donāt get locked in the pods Harry they can leave whenever they want.ā You argue making him let out a laugh as his hands slowly slide down the side of your legs until he finds the hem of your nightgown. āAnd they donāt just talk to a wall-they are talking to the person behind the wall and they do that so their physical appearances doesnāt get in the way of them being a good match if they are compatible on every other level.ā You explain confidently, Harry just nods as his hands slide under your nightgown and when his hands move upward he finds himself having to hold back a groan when he feels the soft skin of your ass under his palms.
āAh yes because waiting to find out what your partner looks like until after you propose is the true key to a happy marriage isnāt it?ā He asks playfully making you roll your eyes as he grabs at the soft flesh of your backside causing you to let out a small noise of surprise that has Harryās eyes darkening. āI missed you.ā He whispers as he leans in and places a kiss to the center of your chest over your nightgown.
āI missed you too.ā Harry lets out a little hum in response as his hands not so subtlety start to slide back down to the hem of your nightgown and begin pushing it upwards. āDid you have a good rest?ā You ask as you place your hands on the tops of his shoulders, as your eyes stare into his he just smiles and nods as his hands continue to slowly push the silky material up.
āWant to know what really woke me up?ā He asks with a hint of desire laced in his voice, when you nod in response he smiles as he slides your nightgown up and over your ass making you let out a soft gasp as the cool air hits your bare flesh. Harry doesnāt look away from you as he gently pushes you backwards just enough so he can sink to his knees in front of you, his hands holding the material of your nightgown up as yours stay gripping his shoulders.
āI could smell you from all the way across the house.ā He tells you with a smile as he leans in so his face is only a breath away from the wet mess between your thighs, you feel a shiver run down your spine when he takes in a big inhale through his nose causing a deep moan to fall out of his mouth. āGod you smell like heaven with a bit of-ā he pauses to take another deep inhale making his eyes roll back as he lets out a deep throaty groan. āHoney and I need to have it on my tongue before I go mad.ā
You donāt get time to respond before he ducks down while one of his strong hands is maneuvering your left leg over his shoulder making you have no other choice but to place a hand in his hair while the other tightens its hold on his shoulder. Your mouth falls open and your eyes snap shut as Harry dives his tongue into your soaked cunt without any warning, the tip of his nose bumps your clit with each swirling movement he makes inside you. A low almost growl sound comes from deep within Harryās chest as you give his hair a harsh tug when you feel him flick your clit with his tongue a few times before licking a warm wet stripe up your center. You let out a moan as your hips move to match the pace of Harryās tongue as he dips it in and out of your wetness, his hold on your hips turns bruising as his eyes lock with yours making a surge of pleasure rush through you at the intensity and heat of his stare.
āOh yes yes just like that.ā You say with a moan as Harry swirls his tongue around inside you a few times before pulling out and flicking your sensitive clit. After being together for so long Harry can tell by the way youāre gripping his hair and digging your nails into the flesh of his shoulder that youāre dangerously close to making a beautiful mess for him to lick clean. Wanting to help you tip over the edge and fall into the blissful pool of your climax Harry continues to fuck you with his tongue but he slows the pace down to almost teasingly slow, sliding out until he can flick the tip of his tongue at your needy entrance before slowly diving back in.
āOh god-so good oh shit.ā If he wasnāt so busy making you come undone on his tongue he would smile, instead he lets out a moan that sends a vibration through you causing the pressure in your lower tummy to snap and his name to fall out of your mouth over and over again like youāre reciting a prayer. Harry feels a proud sense of satisfaction wash over him as he laps up all your juices not letting a single drop go to waste by dripping down your thigh or his chin, his tongue expertly licks you until youāre giving his head just the smallest of shoves when he bumps his nose into your clit making you let out a small hiss.
āI could have you as my first meal everyday and never get bored of it.ā He confesses softly as he places kisses to the inside of your thigh before he helps move your leg from over his shoulder. You let out a small giggle that has a smile spreading across his face, his hands once again find your hips after he stands up. āWhat did you do today love? Anything interesting?ā He asks as he reaches for the hem of your nightgown and drags it upwards, you just give him a shrug before lifting your arms so he can easily get the silky garment over your head letting him toss it to the floor next to his feet.
āI finished my book and-ā
āDid you like the ending? I know you were worried one of them was going to die.ā You smile up at him as you watch his eyes roam over your body, drinking you in as if he hasnāt seen you in years when itās just been a few hours.
āNo one died thank goodness.ā You tell him with a sense of relief evident in your voice. āBut Garth did end up divorcing his wife to be with his young lover in the city.ā You explain making Harry let out a laugh as his eyes finally find yours and his hands reach out and cup your face.
āWhat an asshole.ā He teases as he leans down and nudges the tip of your nose with his. āI love you.ā You smile as your arms loop around his neck.
āI love you too Harry.ā With that Harryās lips are on yours in a kiss that starts off sweet, one of his hands slides down to the side of your neck while your mouths move against each others. But then it turns hungry and heated as Harry nibbles on your bottom lip before slipping his tongue into your mouth earning him a small little moan that he just swallows down. You slowly drag a hand down to the top of Harryās shoulder and then down his chest causing the muscles in his stomach to tighten under the warmth of your touch on his much cooler skin, Harry pulls away just as your hand slides under the waistband of his sweatpants.
āDo you need something sweetheart?ā He asks between kisses down your jaw while one of his hands slides down and cups one of your breasts making you let out a soft moan. āYou know Iāll give you what you need baby you just have to ask for it.ā He reminds you as he moves his lips to the side of your neck, licking at the spot below your ear.
āI-I need-ā Your words get caught in your throat as you feel the light sting that comes with Harry biting into your flesh, the soft skin on your neck and the plush flesh on inside of your thigh being his preferred spots. Harry uses this moment to give your breast a soft squeeze before releasing it and bringing his hand over to cover yours thatās in his sweatpants so he can guide it upwards until itās resting on his chest.
āYou taste so good.ā He mumbles against your neck before he gently licks any last droplets of blood off your skin, he hears you let out a quiet gasp at the sensation making him smile against your skin.
āHarry.ā Your voice is whiney causing Harry to let out a dark chuckle as he grabs your hips and gently turns the two of you around.
āWhatās wrong baby?ā He asks with mock sympathy as he pulls away from the comfort of your neck while he walks you a few steps backwards until the back of your knees hit the mattress.
āYouā¦I just need-ā You let out a huff as his hands give your hips a squeeze, you close you eyes and try to gather yourself up enough to get the words out without getting distracted.
āThatās it sweetheart use your words and tell me what you need.ā His voice is reassuring but holds a slight teasing undertone as he watches you open your eyes and stare up at him.
āI need you to-ā Harry gives you a small smile and a nod of encouragement as you let out a deep breath having never been good at vocalizing what exactly you want or need from Harry because normally he already knows and tonight is no different except tonight he just really wants to hear you say it. āI n-need you toā¦fuck meā¦please.ā Your cheeks turn pink as the words slip out of your mouth and Harry has a proud grin on his face as he cups your cheeks in his hands.
āOkay baby.ā He coos sweetly as he leans down and places a kiss to your forehead before bringing his lips right up to your ear. āIāll fuck you.ā You feel a burning flame of desire ignite in your tummy when you feel his breath on your neck as he whispers in your ear before placing a kiss to the side of your face.
āTurn around and get on the bed.ā He tells you as he gives your ass a smack before backing up letting you have some space to do as he says.
You feel a mixture of excitement and anticipation begin to bubble up in your chest as you turn so youāre facing Harryās side of the bed, he gives you a smile and a wink when you look at him over your shoulder before you climb onto the bed. Harryās eyes darken into an inky black shade as he watches you get situated on the bed, he licks his lips as he feels an uncontrollable need take over him when you get on your knees and bend over to press your chest down into the mattress with your arms stretched out in front of you giving him the perfect view of your ass and glistening cunt. In one swift motion he pulls his sweatpants down and kicks them to the side near your nightgown, he lets out a low groan as he wraps a hand around his hard shaft giving himself a few slow pumps getting a small sense of relief at the feeling but he knows thereās only one thing that can really give him the relief he needs.
āYou look absolutely beautiful like this baby.ā He says sweetly as he takes a step forward so he can reach his hands out and grab the soft flesh of your ass, you turn your head and press your cheek into the soft sheets letting him hear the soft sigh you let out at the feeling of his hands on you. āIs this all mine?ā He asks as his hands slide up the sides of your thighs all the way up to your hips so he can pull you closer to the edge of the bed. You try your best to nod in response making him let out a chuckle as his eyes roam over your backside.
āThis pretty ass and these perfect thighs are all mine.ā He says with a groan as he slowly drags his middle and index finger up and down your slick folds, you let out a low moan as you push your hips back trying to get his long thick fingers where you want them the most. Harry lets out a tsk and gives your ass a smack with his free hand making you let out a small yelp. āBe patient baby or you wonāt get anything and Iāll make you go to bed with a drippy and needy mess between your legs.ā He threatens as he leans over you so his lips are close to your ear.
āS-sorry.ā
āJust be a good girl now and take what I give you-can you do that for me?ā
āYes I-I can do that.ā Harry smiles as he leaves little kisses down your back making a shiver run down your spine.
āGood.ā His voice is gentle making you smile, Harry lets out a satisfied hum as he circles his middle finger around your entrance letting him feel how wet youāve gotten for him. āSo perfect.ā He sighs as he finally slips his two fingers into your wetness making a moan slip past your parted lips. āThis what you needed baby? Needed my fingers fucking your tight little cunt?ā Thereās a slight tease to his voice because he knows this isnāt what you really meant when you told him you needed him to fuck you but he also knows youāre far too polite to tell him, especially since you enjoy having him knuckles deep inside of you anyway.
āAfter I get you off like this youāll be ready for bed hmmm?ā He asks after a few moments of the only sound in the room being the squelching of his fingers pumping in and out of your soaked cunt. āDonāt need anything else from me?ā This has you letting out a small whine as Harry starts to do small slow circles on your clit with the pad of his thumb.
āNo-no I need more.ā You manage to get out between little moans as Harry quickens the pace of his fingers.
āMore than this?ā He says as he curls his fingers as they plunge deep inside you letting him hit the spot that has your back arching and your hips trying to match his pace. āThat seems a little greedy babyā¦are my fingers not good enough for you?ā Harry canāt fight the smile that forms on his face as he watches his fingers disappear into your perfect cunt and heād do a little more teasing if his cock wasnāt so painfully hard, begging to be whatās getting thrusted in and out of your needy hole instead of his fingers.
āP-please Harry need m-more.ā Your voice is full of desperation as your hands grip the sheets, Harry lets out a groan as he slowly pulls his fingers from your wetness bringing them up to his mouth so he can lick them clean making him moan at the taste of your arousal on his tongue.
Harry doesnāt let you feel empty for more than a few moments before heās gripping his cock and lining it up at your entrance and with one harsh thrust has you letting out a choked moan of his name as you feel the familiar stretch of your walls trying to adjust to his thick shaft. His hands grip your hips as he pushes all the way in, letting out a deep guttural moan as he finally feels the sense of relief heās been needing ever since he woke up to the smell of your arousal that had him hardening in his sweatpants before you even walked into the room. Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head as Harryās hips find a quick and harsh pace, his grip tightens on your hips guiding them to meet his letting his cock go deeper with each thrust.
āHowās this baby? This what you needed?ā He asks as his hands slide down and grab at your ass cheeks spreading them just enough to let him see how perfectly snug his cock looks as he pulls out to the tip and slides it fully back into your needy cunt. āItās exactly what I needed.ā He tells you with a grunt as he gives you a particularly harsh thrust. āBeen needing to fuck this pretty pussy with my big cock since that heavenly smell of yours floated into the room-shit baby you donāt even understand how good this feels.ā You feel yourself slipping closer to the edge of your release with each word out of his mouth thatās punctuated with a thrust of his hips letting the tip of his cock hit that spongy spot deep inside you.
āYes needed this-so so good Harry you feel s-so good.ā You stutter as you white knuckle the sheets and sloppily try to meet Harryās thrusts with your hips.
āYour pussy was made for my cock baby.ā Harryās voice is low and deep as he feels your walls start to pulse around his shaft. āTakes me so well every time.ā He praises as he leans over so he can slide a hand to your front until he can feel your puffy bundle of nerves under the pad of his index finger.
āI know you want me to fill you up until Iām dripping all down your thighs.ā You let out a cry of his name as he rubs tight circles over your clit making him smile before he presses a few sloppy kisses to your back. āBut you know I canāt do that until you let go for me baby.ā He reminds you softly as his pace quickens making your mouth open and your vision to go white as you practically see stars when the pressure finally snaps the thin strand that was keeping you held together and you get hit with an intense wave of pleasure.
āThere she is-thatās my good girl.ā You can barely form any words minus Harryās name that you repeat over and over as your climax crashes down on you like a ton of bricks making Harry let out a deep groan as you begin to pulse and squeeze him as your release soaks his throbbing cock. He moves his index finger away from your clit and grabs your hips so tightly he knows youāll have bruises in the shape of his fingertips by the end of the night.
āSo messy for me sweetheart just the way I like it.ā He tells you as he looks down at where the two of you are connected, his cock is slick with your release as he continues to fuck into you at a brutal pace, wanting to drain every ounce of pleasure from you he can. You feel your legs get shaky as Harry pounds into you, chasing his own release. The sound of his thick cock sliding in and out of your wet cunt sends a little shiver down your spine making you try to clench your thighs together but Harry just lets out a little chuckle before he gives you a light smack to your bottom.
āShit baby I could fuck this tight cunt all night-make you sleep with me tucked deep inside you filling you up over and over again.ā The thought of him being inside of you all night nearly sends Harry over the edge making your name fall from his lips with a deep moan. āOne day youāll let me do that wonāt you baby?ā He asks but he knows youāre in no shape to respond so he just leans down and kisses your spine. āYeah youāll let me do that-itās my pussy anyway isnāt it baby? Can do whatever I want with it-fuck Iām so close Iām gonna fill you up nice and good baby just the way you like.ā You feel one of his hands grab at the flesh of your ass as his thrusts turn harsher and more determined letting you know heās only moments away from spilling his warm load deep inside you.
āN-need it so bad Harry please give it to me.ā You pant as you struggle to catch your breath with the way his thrusts have you being shoved into the mattress.
āOkay baby since you asked so nicely.ā He teases as he gives you a few more harsh thrusts before he pulls your hips so your ass is flush against him, your name tumbles out of his mouth as you feel him coat your walls with his release. āFuck.ā He groans as he looks down at his cock as he slowly fucks his release back into you, the sight making him have to fight off the urge to pound you into the mattress until youāre a blubbering mess that canāt take anymore. But he knows by the way your mouth is hanging open with a little drool coming down the corner and the tears in your eyes that youāve reached your limit for the night, so he just gives your hips a loving squeeze as he slowly pulls out. His eyes watch the mixture of your releases drip down the back of your legs and he canāt help himself as he reaches and gathers some on his index finger.
āHoly fuck.ā You pant as you lift your head and look over your shoulder at Harry who has his eye closed as he sucks on his thick digit. āHarry?ā The slight roughness of your voice has his eyes snapping open and in one smooth movement youāre rolling over to your back and Harry is hovering over you with a hand on either side of your head.
āHi baby.ā His dimples pop as a grin spreads across his face while he looks down at you with nothing but a look of pure love in his eyes that are fading back to their natural emerald color. āYou okay?ā He asks tenderly, you just smile and nod as you reach your hands up and cup his face.
āIām great.ā You reassure him making him let out a laugh as he leans down and captures your lips in a sweet kiss. āI love you.ā Harry smiles as he pulls away and rolls over so heās laying next to you, letting you roll onto your side so you can curl up into him and rest your head on his chest as his hand runs soothingly up and down your back.
āI love you too sweetheart.ā
āBaby weāve talked about this.ā Harry says with a sigh as he runs a hand down his face as he sits on the edge of the tub while you take a bubble bath filled with your favorite bath salts and relaxing bath oils that will help ease some of the soreness that he knows youāre going to be feeling tomorrow. āI donāt want to dress up as a pirate for Halloween.ā
āBut I like the way the earring and the hat look on you.ā Harry quirks a brow and then rolls his eyes when he looks at you and sees your bottom lip poking out in a dramatic pout.
āSweetheart Iām literally a monster I donāt need a costume.ā
āHarry Styles you are not a monster you take that back right now.ā He has to keep himself from laughing as he looks over at you, his sweet loving wife who is glaring at him while neck deep in bubbles. He leans over and grips the back of the tub with one hand so he can press his lips to yours in a quick little kiss that has a smile forming on your face when he pulls away.
āWell then what would you call someone who drinks blood and sleeps during the day?ā He questions as he stands up and walks over to the back of the bathroom door to grab your fluffy robe. āBecause that sounds pretty monstrous to me.ā He adds as he tosses the garment into the towel warmer so itāll be perfectly toasty for when youāre ready to exit the bath tub.
āMy husband. Thatās what I call you.ā You answer without missing a beat making Harry bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from grinning at how adorable you look arguing with him over if heās a monster or not just to end it by calling him your husband with such a strong sense of pride evident in your voice.
āYou donāt mind being married to someone who canāt ever go to the beach on a warm sunny day with you?ā He asks as he leans against the counter his sink is on and crosses his arms over his chest.
āI donāt like sand.ā
āWhat about never getting to watch a sunrise with you?ā
āSunrises are overrated and if you want to watch one together Iām sure thereās videos on YouTube we could watch.ā
āI canāt eat garlic.ā
āThatās a myth and you know it.ā
āSo you really donāt think youāre missing out being with me instead of one of those other dudes who have fully functioning hearts and donāt drink people?ā You turn your head to look at him as the beeping of the towel warmer goes off making him push off the counter so he can grab it, you stand up letting the water and bubbles drip down your body as he stands at the foot of the tub with your robe open and waiting for you.
āI know Iām not missing out on anything.ā You answer him as you carefully step out of the tub and let him help you put your robe on smiling to yourself when Harryās arms wrap around your middle so he can tie the robe closed, the short sleeves of his t shirt letting you see all the random doodles of ink that cover his skin. āDo you think youāre missing out being stuck with me instead of-ā
āIām not stuck with you baby.ā He corrects you as you turn around in his hold, his hands come up to cup your cheeks as he looks down at you. āI love you so much I canāt imagine ever being with anyone else.ā
āBut-I-Iām going to die eventually and youāll have to move on.ā You remind him but Harry just shakes his head as he leans down and kisses the tip of your nose making a small smile take over your face.
āThereās no moving on from you sweetheart.ā He tells you before he presses his lips to your forehead. āBecause the love I have for you is far too great for just one lifetime so while Iām destined to live this life forever as a blood sucker Iāll just make sure I find you and love you in all of yours.ā He says it like a promise, as if heās already gotten a look at the future and knows the two of you will have a love story thatās woven through time leaving you no room to doubt or question him so you just smile and accept his comforting words as he pulls you into his chest. āAnd donāt worry I will always be able to find you.ā He whispers as you wrap your arms around him and rest your cheek against the soft fabric of his shirt.
āSo you really wonāt be a pirate?ā You ask trying to hide the emotion in your voice, Harry just laughs and kisses the top of your head before pulling away so he can go into your closet and grab you a new nightgown.
āIāll wear the earring and the vest but Iām not walking around with a cheap plastic sword.ā He answers as he walks out of the closet with a soft black nightgown with little pumpkins all over it in one hand making you grin as you turn and head back into the bedroom while Harry reaches into the tub with his free hand and pulls out the drain before joining you near the bed.
āWhat if itās a real sword would that change your mind?ā His glare is all the answer you need as he stands in front of you and tosses your nightgown onto the bed before he starts to undo your robe. āWill you at least wear the hat? Please?ā You plead with him as the robe drops to your feet and you turn around so he can inspect your backside for bruises and any signs of discomfort.
āAre you going to make me wear one with a feather in it?ā He asks with a sigh as his hands reach out and gently run over the small red marks his smacks have left on your bottom, the corners of his mouth drop down into a frown when you flinch as his thumb softly goes over a few bruises on your hips. āIām sorry baby-Iāll be gentle with you next time.ā He says softly as he kneels down so he can place feather light kisses over each one.
āI donāt mind-I like being able to feel you the next day it reminds me of how lucky I am to have a husband who knows how to give me exactly what I want.ā Your answer would have Harryās heart swelling if he still had one, so instead it has him letting out a small hum of appreciation as he kisses his way up your back.
āIām the lucky one.ā He softly corrects you as he stands up and reaches around you for your nightgown. āIāll wear the hat.ā He whispers in your ear as you raise your arms and let him help you slip the nightgown over your head.
āYouāre going to look so sexy as a pirate.ā Harry laughs as you spin around and wrap your arms around his neck while his hands rest on your waist.
āYeah? So sexy youāll want to walk my plank?ā You stare at him for a few moments after the words leave his mouth before you erupt in a fit of laughter at his sad attempt at a joke.
āOh my god that was so bad it was almost good.ā Harry smiles as you reach up on your tiptoes and place a kiss to his lips before releasing your arms from his neck so you can climb into the freshly changed sheets and get comfortable on your side of the bed.
āDonāt go and forget about me while youāre off in dreamland okay?ā He teases as he walks over to your side of the bed so he can get your sleep mask from your nightstand. āI mean it baby donāt go dreaming of your little fictional boyfriends while off in a realm I canāt fight for you in.ā You let out a sarcastic laugh as he stands over you and slips the silky fabric over your head so itās resting on your forehead.
āAll my dreams are of you donāt worry.ā You tell him with a wink as you reach up and give his cheek a small pat. āI love you-Iāll see you when I wake up.ā
āI love you too sweetheart.ā He says softly as he leans down and places a kiss to your lips. āSweet dreams baby.ā You blow him a kiss before you reach up and pull the silky soft sleep mask over your eyes so it can block out the brightly lit room enough for you to be able to fall into a deep comfortable sleep.
Harry stands in the doorway of the bedroom and watches you for a few minutes to make sure youāre comfortable and are actually in the process of falling asleep, he does this by listening to your heartbeat and the sound of your breathing. Once he hears them start to even out he smiles and closes the door before heading down the hallway towards the kitchen to make himself a little snack.
āI really donāt know how she watches this.ā He mumbles as he looks over at the small tv in the kitchen thatās playing your current favorite reality dating show on it. āAll these guys are douchebags.ā He states as he reaches for his mug that has his first meal in it, a half packet of room temperature blood that you so sweetly volunteer to give him twice a month letting him have the privilege of only drinking from you which he prefers because he swears you just taste the best. He takes a few sips as his brows furrow when one of the men ask a girl if he would be able to pick her up, a clear workaround for him to get an idea of her weight.
āWhat a prick.ā With that he reaches over for the remote and shuts the television off not wanting to waste any more of his day on watching such a horrible show. He grabs his mug and gets two steps out of the kitchen and into the living room when the lights flicker making his grip on the handle of the mug tighten to a point he nearly breaks it off.
āItās fine flickering is normal when itās windy outside.ā He mutters to himself as he takes a seat on the couch after placing his mug on the coffee table. Harry feels a chill run down his spine as the lights flicker once more but this time joined with a low whisper saying his name that he knows didnāt come from anyone in the house seeing as the only one here besides him is you and he can hear the evenness of your heartbeat letting him know youāre still asleep. He closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths trying to calm his overactive mind down but when he opens them again the lights donāt just flicker they completely turn off.
āFive minutes Harry just five minutes and the generator will turn on itās going to be okay.ā He tells himself as he grips the tops of his thighs, the soft fabric of his sweatpants helping him relax just the smallest bit. āFive minutes thatās-ā Harryās words of reassurance are cut short by a beeping sound coming from outside and it has his stomach dropping because he knows exactly what that beep means.
The generator is out.
āOkay-okay itās fine Iām fine thereās nothing to be afraid of.ā His words are barely above a whisper as his eyes dart around the living room, trying not to notice the movements he sees on the wall from the shadows of the trees blowing around in the wind outside. āCandles-yes yes just lights some candles Harry.ā He tells himself as he stands up and rushes to the cabinet under the tv that you keep all your candles in, grabbing a few random ones and placing them on the coffee table but before he can even attempt to use his stare to ignite them he feels what he swears is a hand wrap around his ankle from under the couch.
Your eyes snap open and youāre shoving your sleep mask up and off your head as the sound of Harry letting out a shriek hits your ears. You blink a few times trying to adjust to the darkness thatās surrounding you and as soon as you realize all the lights in the bedroom are off you toss the covers off and climb out of bed. Your heart is beating a mile a minute as you rush to the bedroom door and fling it open, youāre halfway down the hallway when you hear Harryās voice shouting and it has your heart wanting to crack open at how distraught he sounds.
āHarry?ā You shout trying to get a better idea of where heās at in the house and when you hear his trembling voice say your name in response you know exactly where he is, the living room. āHarry honey Iām right here.ā You say softly as you enter the living room, trying not to startle him.
The light of the moon shinning through the windows helps you be able to see just enough to find Harry with his knees tucked to his chest shoved in the corner of the couch with his back leaning against the armrest. You rush over to him, grabbing the lighter off the end of the coffee table trying your hardest to light each of the candles you can tell Harry grabbed in an attempt to add some form of light to the room as quickly as possible.
āHarry Iām here.ā You tell him as the glow of the candles lights up the room enough for you to see him better. He doesnāt move as you sit next to him on the couch, you let out a small sigh as you reach your hands out and place them over his that are gripping the tops of his knees keeping his legs securely pressed against his chest while his forehead is resting on top of them. āHoney itās okay youāre okay the lights will come back on in a few min-ā
āTh-the generator is-is out.ā He says between shaky breaths refusing to lift his head up to look at you. You nod your head and grab his hands interlocking your fingers with his so he can feel the soothing warmth of them, something you know helps him calm down just a bit.
āCan you look at me?ā You ask sweetly and Harry slowly lifts his head up and you smile when he eventually opens his eyes, the glow from the candles making them look darker than they really are. āThere he is-hi honey.ā Harry doesnāt say or do anything as you give his hands a squeeze, when his eyes dart around the room you let go of his hands and reach out to cup his face as you move to sit on your knees so you can face him fully.
āNo no look at me okay? Focus on me.ā He does what you say as your thumbs run over the smoothness of his cheekbones. āYouāre okay thereās no one here besides us and-ā
āHeard m-m-my name some-something said my n-name.ā
āNo baby that was just the wind. Thereās nothing in here that can hurt you.ā
āI-I saw eyes in th-the corner an-and something gra-grabbed my ankle.ā
āIt was just the heater remember the vents in the floor tickle your ankles when they come on.ā Your hands never leave his face making him look at you the whole time heās speaking and you smile at him when you feel him lean into your touch ever so slightly.
āThe heater?ā He asks with a small tremble to his voice that has you wanting to pull him into your chest but you donāt, you go at his pace in moments like this where he feels scared and anxious.
āYes.ā You answer gently as you move so you can be between his legs. āYouāre safe.ā You tell him softly and you smile when he places his hands over yours that are still on his face.
āIām safe.ā He repeats making you nod as he slowly lowers his legs letting you climb into his lap, your knees hitting the cushions of the couch on either side of his thighs. āNo one i-is hereā¦just us.ā You give him another nod as his hands fall to your hips, the soft material of your nightgown under his fingers has him letting out a small sigh of relief as if his mind is just now accepting the fact youāre in front of him and heās not in the dark living room all alone anymore.
āThatās right itās just us.ā You say in the soft and sweet voice that you save just for moments like these. Your hands slide down the sides of his neck to the tops of his shoulders and then down to his chest leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. āItās just you-ā your hands slide further down his chest as his eyes stare into yours. āAnd me.ā You say reassuring him, his hands move from your hips to the tops of your thighs running up and down them a few times as he leans in and rests his forehead against the top of your shoulder.
You let him sit like that for a few minutes before you rest your hands on the sides of his face so you can pull his head away from your shoulder. His eyes lock with yours and before you can think twice you lean in and press your lips against his. The kiss is soft and sweet as you move your mouth against his, you feel his hands slide up to your hips pulling you closer making you smile against his lips. Your hands drop to his chest as you kiss your way down his jaw, Harry closes his eyes as your hands make their way down to the waistband of his sweatpants letting out a small sigh when you slide a hand down the front of them.
āYou okay honey?ā You ask sweetly against the smooth skin of his neck as your hand wraps around his already hardened cock.
āY-yes.ā He stutters as you give him a slow pump, a soft whine bubbles up from his chest and he opens his eyes when you remove your hand. You give him a reassuring smile as you pull away from his neck and Harry has to hold back a moan as he watches you gather some saliva in your mouth before spitting it into your palm.
āDonāt worry baby Iām going to take care of you.ā Harry just stares at you in awe as your hand once again finds its way down his pants and wrapped around his cock.
āFuck.ā He says with a low groan as you give him a few pumps, a shiver goes down his spine when your thumb runs over the sensitive head of his shaft. āY-you feel s-so good.ā He manages to get out between deep breaths as he leans his head back to rest it on the armrest of the couch.
āIām gladā¦I wanna make you feel good.ā You tell him with a smile as your lips attach themselves to his jaw. āYour cock is so thick baby I can barely fit my hand around it.ā Your words have Harryās hips jerking as you tighten your hold on him just a little while giving him long slow pumps.
āOh god.ā He moans as you nip and lick at his jaw while his hands slip under the hem of your nightgown, you give his neck a little bite when you feel his hands getting closer to your core.
āBehave.ā You whisper into his ear making him growl under his breath as his hands stop their roaming and go back to gripping your hips. āFocus on me and how good my hand feels.ā You tell him as your movements turn more determined making a small desperate groan fall out of his mouth. āI know you want to make a mess on my hand-know you like to get messy.ā
āOh shit.ā You smile when Harryās hips jerk upward meeting the pace of your hand, you can tell by the way his eyes darken and his head falls backwards as he grits his teeth that heās close to his release. āSo good-youāre so perfect baby.ā He says between moans and after a few more pumps you hear your name fall from his mouth over and over as the first spurt of his release hits your hands, his hips continue to jerk as you keep up your movements wanting to drain him off all heās willing to give you.
āSo messy and warm.ā Your voice is soft as you press your lips to the spot below his ear making his grip on your hips tighten. āDid so good for me.ā Your praise has a small smile work its way across Harryās face, you slowly move your hand from being tucked inside his pants and Harryās eyes are glued on you as you bring your hand up to your mouth and lick his release off your knuckles and palm.
āJesus.ā He mumbles as he watches you lick your hand clean and itās not until he looks away from you and over to the coffee table that he realizes the lights have come back on.
āThey turned on a few minutes ago.ā You tell him answering the question that was floating around in his head. āYou okay?ā You ask as you place your hands on top of his on your hips.
āIām perfect.ā He answers with a smile as he leans in and presses his lips against yours in a quick kiss. āThank you baby-for everything.ā
āYou donāt have to thank me you know Iāll always be here when you need me.ā You tell him with a small yawn making Harry let out a laugh.
āLetās get you back to bed.ā With that he is effortlessly moving so he can stand up with you in his arms and walking down the hallway towards the bedroom.
āI love you.ā You say with a sleepy smile as he tucks you into bed and fixes your eye mask.
āI love you too sweetheart Iāll see you when you wake up.ā He promises as you lower the mask down over your eyes with a smile. Harry lets out a sigh and runs a hand through his hair as he turns and heads for the bathroom to take a shower, something he knows will help him feel better and relax even more after the events he just went through. A grin takes over his face when the faint smell of all the oils and bubbles from your bath hits his nostrils.
āIām really going to have to dress up as a pirate nowā¦ā he says to himself with a chuckle as he climbs into the shower. āSword and everything.ā He adds with a smile, and the thing is he will because your happiness means the world to him and if all it takes for you to be happy is for him to wear a tacky Halloween costume then so be it, itās the least he can do in exchange for everything you do for him.
ā yall this excruciatingly long so i just figured it was better to split this into four parts. it starts off kinda slow i knowwww but i feel like it fits his character. anyway I hope u will like. mwah :* also YES his heart beats idk i took creative liberty in assuming the blood he drinks would give him some sort of circulation and YES i drew inspo from tvd i like their vamp lore the most ok bye
Fourth of November, 1701
The English flag thrashed wildly in the biting wind, its edges snapping above the clank of chains and the groan of wood as boats were fastened to the harbor. Hooves clattered against the cobblestone, mingling with the grumble of cart wheels as townsfolk hurried homeward, eager to escape the deepening chill of evening.
Winter crept in with an ill-fated air, a shadow over the town. The fishermenās hauls dwindled to nearly nothing, their nets coming up bare. Squash and pumpkins, once abundant, softened and rotted on their vines before they could be harvested. Livestock, struck by a strange sickness, perished too soon, their spoiled meat no longer fit to eat. Lately the townsfolk scraped by on what little they could huntārabbits, mostlyāa meager fare that barely stretched to sustain a family for more than a few days.
YN stood at the end of the dock, the seaās bitter wind pulling at her hair. A basket woven by her mother dangled from her arm, half-covered by a cloth beneath which a few herbs and stunted vegetables peeked through. She waited for Niall, a fisherman sheād known since childhood, to come ashore. His face was grim, his knuckles pale as he secured his boat. āAny luck?ā She asked over the wind, though she already knew the answer.
His mouth twisted into a scowl as he wiped his hands on his trousers and approached her. āLucks got nothinā to do with it. sāthe new king, swear it. God turned his back on us ācause of him.ā
She winced and swatted his arm lightly as they started toward the stone walls encircling the town. āDonāt say such things, not out loud.ā She kept her voice low, though she too had her doubts about the new ruler. āBest not to tempt fate with those words.ā
He rolled his eyes and took the basket from her arm, letting it hang from his own so she could tuck her hands into her sleeves. āYou agree with such things. Sāpose God does as well from the lack of bloody fish.ā
They passed under the worn stone archway marking the entrance to town, their footsteps echoing against the ancient stones. Dover was nestled between the English Channel and rolling green hills, hemmed in by rocky shores and the stark rise of the cliffs, standing watch like grim sentinels over the troubled little town.
As YN and Niall made their way up the winding path from the square, the quiet crept in around them, settling like a thin mist. The evening was thick and gray, heavy clouds stretching over Dover and flattening the light into a cool, uneasy dusk.
Each face they passed, they recognized. it was impossible not to, in a town so small. There was old mrs. Harris, hunched beneath a weathered shawl, who gave them a knowing nod as they went by, as if she alone were privy to the dayās secrets. And mr. James, pulling his cart toward home, who offered a quick tip of his hat, but avoided meeting their eyes too long, as if a weight hung over all of them that no one cared to mention.
Niall, walking beside her, held his silence longer than usual, and there was a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes when he finally turned her way. āYouāre still makinā that stew, yeah?ā He hummed, nodding toward the basket swinging lightly in his hand. His tone was casual, almost lazy, yet she sensed something else beneath it, like he was testing the waters of a conversation he couldnāt quite bring himself to start.
āMum has already started it,ā YN replied, keeping her voice as light as his. āCabbage, onion, bit of thyme. barely a stew, more a broth.ā She cast a sideways glance his way, catching the faintest hint of a smile pulling at his mouth.
āNo doubt youāll have your sister servinā it, then?ā He asked, as though it were an afterthought. āI hear she has a way of makinā anything taste finer.ā
YNās lips twitched, a hint of humor flickering in her eyes. She knew well enough where this was going, but she didnāt indulge him outright. āOh, she has her charms, but sheās picky ābout who gets to see āem.ā
He laughed quietly, a low sound that seemed to carry on the breeze, soft and uncertain. āShe's got the whole town near dreaminā of her, from what I hear. never seen her eye stray toward anyone, though.ā
YN glanced away, her gaze drifting over the clustered rooftops, the narrow chimneys stretching into the dimming sky like spindly fingers. āYouād need more than a bowl of stew to catch her fancy, Niall. Youād best hope for a rich merchant or a duke cominā ashore.ā
His chuckle died off, and for a few quiet moments, they simply walked, the soft scuff of their shoes blending with the distant murmur of the sea. Yet something hung between them, unspoken, like the faintest shadow shifting at the edges of their conversation.
It was Niall who broke the silence, his voice lower this time, his words careful. āHave you heard the talk? About the old watchtower?ā
YNās gaze drifted to the far side of town, where the dense stretch of forest gave way to a steep rise, the silhouette of the abandoned tower just barely visible through the trees. āFolk say all sorts of things,ā She muttered, almost to herself. āBeen empty as long as I can remember.ā
Niallās eyes narrowed as he looked out toward the darkening line of trees, his jaw set. āEmpty, maybe, but someoneās taken to hauntinā it now. The lads swear theyāve seen a figure up there at night, just a shadow movinā about, like heās watchinā the town from that high window.ā
She felt a faint chill that wasnāt from the cold, and she pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders. āThey say a lot of things,ā she repeated, her tone steady but soft. āCould be nothinā but the wind playinā with shadows.ā
He tilted his head, the edge of a smirk softening his face. āAye, thatās what I'd think, too. But seems each personās got a different tale to tell. Some say heās a protector, sent to keep us safe.ā He shrugged, his gaze still fixed on the distant woods. āOthers say itās somethinā darkerāmaybe one of the kingās men, sent to spy on anyone who dares breathe a word against him.ā
YNās lips parted, but she hesitated, the words hanging unspoken as her gaze lingered on the watchtower. Her grandmother had told her stories of that tower once, years ago, when she was still young enough to believe in the old tales without question. But sheād since brushed them off as the ramblings of an old woman long passed. Now, though, the stories flickered back to her, sharp and vivid as theyād once been.
āI heard some folk say itās not a man at all,ā She murmured, so quietly that her voice nearly vanished into the chill air. āGran said itās a spiritāa demon.ā she let out a breathy laugh, sending a glance his way. āYou believe my olāgran true?ā
Niall made a sound, halfway between a scoff and a chuckle, though he didnāt argue with her. āYou donāt seem the sort to believe in demons,YN.ā
She didnāt answer him, and for a moment, they stood in the gathering dusk, looking out toward the distant, looming shape of the tower, as if something there had caught them both in its thrall. A strange, unsettling weight hung in the air, pressing down around them, and neither seemed willing to break it.
The faint toll of the chapel bell echoed across the town, marking the evening hour. The sound seemed hollow, almost mournful, as it resonated through the narrow streets, slipping into every crack and crevice, lingering like a warning in the growing dark.
The path wound through the clustered homes of their town, each one narrow and stacked close beside the other, the rooftops tilting like old friends leaning together to brace against the coming winter. Flickers of candlelight peeked through small, thick-paned windows, casting brief glows over doorsteps worn smooth by years of footsteps. Voices drifted out faintly as neighbors settled in for the night, the low buzz of comfort after a long dayās labor.
As they neared her door, YN glanced sideways at Niall, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. āWell, no use lettinā the stew go to waste with just me. You might as well come in and help make somethinā decent out of it. And,ā she added, with a playful glint, āmy sister will be there, too. Might be the only chance you get to impress her.ā
Niall feigned indifference, though she caught the hint of a flush in his cheeks beneath the dimming light. āWell, if itās to spare you from that sorry excuse of a stew, I sāpose I could lend a hand,ā he said with mock reluctance, yet his steps quickened as they approached the small wooden door.
Inside, the house was simple and small, with a low ceiling that sloped slightly, forcing even YN to duck beneath the beams as she led him in. A narrow hearth crackled with a weak but steady fire, casting warm shadows across the modest room, which served as both kitchen and living space. The scent of herbs, drying in bunches along the walls, mingled with the faint tang of smoke from the hearth. A single table stood in the center, its edges worn smooth, surrounded by a handful of mismatched stools and chairs, each one slightly wobbly but bearing the marks of care and countless meals.
āIs that you, YN?ā Her motherās voice came from the corner, where she was bent over a pot, stirring with steady, practiced hands. She looked up with a gentle smile, her face flushed from the warmth of the fire. āAnd Niall too! Just in time. I was about to send Arthur to fetch you, but heās off fiddlinā with somethinā in the corner.ā
Ten-year-old Arthur looked up at the mention of his name, a wide grin splitting his face when he spotted the blonde. āNiall!ā He called, scrambling to his feet and darting over, a wooden sword in hand. āYouāll stay for supper, wonāt you?ā
He placed the basket next to the older woman before he tousled the boyās hair, giving a wink to YN. āThat dependsāwill your sister cook, or will your ma have mercy on me?ā
YN rolled her eyes as her mother chuckled, stirring the stew with a knowing look. āI'll make sure to keep it fit for eatinā. Now, why donāt you both make yourselves useful and set the table?ā
āYes, maāam,ā Niall replied with a quick bow, flashing his best charming smile, though his eyes lingered on the slender figure by the fire.
YNās older sister, Ella, sat with her needlework in hand, her fingers nimble as she embroidered a delicate pattern into the edge of a linen cloth. She looked up as Niall approached, offering him a nod and a faint, polite smile, though a flicker of amusement danced in her eyes.
āElla,ā Niall greeted, taking the opportunity to lean a bit too casually against the edge of the table. āNow thereās a sight finer than any supper, if I may say.ā
āOh, you may say.ā Ella sighed, her tone as mild as her smile. āBut sayinā doesnāt make it so, does it?ā Her eyes sparkled with a touch of mischief, and she kept her gaze on her stitching as if he hadnāt said a word.
YN snorted, reaching past Niall to set the bowls on the table. āSheāll need more than empty flattery to be wooed, Niall. Youāll be talkinā all night before she so much as bats an eye.ā
āEmpty flattery?ā he echoed, feigning shock as he helped with the cups, placing them with exaggerated care. āThis is pure honesty, YN. Your sisterās a vision, though I'm not sure she sees it herself.ā
Ella finally looked up, one eyebrow arched. āPerhaps thatās ācause itās hard to see with all the bluster in here. Is it flattery or just another of your tales, Ni?ā
Arthur laughed as he climbed onto his chair, his wooden sword clattering to the floor. āTell a tale, Niall!ā He urged, his eyes bright.
He obliged with a grand sweep of his arm. āAh, tales are easy to tell when the companyās fine.ā His gaze drifted meaningfully to Ella, who only smirked, clearly unbothered.
āEnough of your foolishness, Horan.ā YNās mother cut in, though her tone was warm as she dished the stew into the bowls. āThere'll be time for tales when your stomachās full. Now, all of youāsit, before this stew turns cold.ā
They settled around the table, the simple meal set before them steaming in the flickering firelight. YN ladled out servings, keeping her own expression solemn as she dished out the rather grayish stew. Niall took a tentative sip, raising his brows in mock surprise.
āWell, I'll be,ā he declared, setting his bowl down as if astonished. āTastes just like stew!ā
YN kicked him under the table, rolling her eyes. āDonāt sound so shocked, else weāll make you eat the scraps.ā
Ella, watching them from across the table, hid a smile behind her hand. āIt's better than you deserve,ā she teased, offering Niall a faintly teasing look that sent Arthur into a fit of giggles.
As they settled into their meal, the conversation turned to the familiar rhythms of the dayāthe fish hauls, the scarcities at the market, the latest mischief Arthur had managed, and the townsfolk theyād seen along the way. Laughter bubbled up around the table, filling the small room with warmth as the stew slowly disappeared, their bowls clinking softly with each spoonful.
It wasn't until theyād nearly finished eating that YNās motherās voice turned low, a faint shadow crossing her face as she glanced at arthur. āArthur,ā she said gently, āI don't want to hear any more of you playinā outside the town walls.ā
The boy frowned, his spoon paused halfway to his mouth. āBut ma, Iām careful,ā he protested, glancing between her and YN as if hoping for support.
āShe's right,ā Ella added, her voice calm but firm. āThe woods arenāt safe, especially with winter cominā on.ā
He looked to Niall, his face a mask of confusion and a bit of defiance. āNiall plays near the woods, donāt you?ā
He shifted in his seat, his smile fading just slightly as he glanced at YN. āAye, lad, but itās different. I'm older, and I keep my wits about me. Besides,ā he added lightly, though his voice held a trace of something darker, āthereās been talk of someone wanderinā near the old watchtower.ā
YNās mother sighed, folding her hands on the table. āToo much talk.ā She said quietly, her gaze drifting toward the narrow window. āI donāt care if sāonly lore, youāll be safe rather than sorry.ā
A hush fell over the table, and Arthur's wide eyes darted from face to face. āWho is it, then?ā He whispered, his voice trembling slightly. āA man?ā
Ella reached over to ruffle his hair, her voice soft. āNo one knows. could be a man, could be no more than shadows. But some say itās best not to linger too close to it, just in case.ā
Niall, watching Arthur's reaction, leaned in with a grin. āThere now, itās probably nothinā more than a lonely olā fox. But best stick close to home, eh? Canāt have you disappearinā on us.ā
YN tried to keep her voice light as she chimed in, though she felt the faintest prickling unease beneath the laughter. āYou heard him, Arthur. best keep to the town, else you might end up a story yourself.ā
The boyās eyes grew even wider, and he gulped, glancing nervously toward the window as if expecting to see the mysterious figure standing just beyond. He fidgeted, his hand reaching instinctively for his wooden sword on the floor beside him.
With a faint, tired sigh, YNās mother rose and began clearing the table, signaling the end of the meal. The warm glow of the evening seemed to have dimmed, and even Niallās usual cheer was muted as he helped gather the bowls, his gaze drifting back to the light flickering along the walls.
Outside, the wind picked up, brushing against the windows and rattling the latch ever so slightly, a whisper against the warmth of the firelight. The small house was silent for a long moment, each of them lost in thought, each glancing occasionally toward the dark window where the night gathered, close and watchful.
Morning seeped slowly into Dover, pale and cool, bringing with it the damp scent of the sea and the faint call of gulls overhead. YN was awake early, as was her habit, slipping quietly out of bed while the house still lingered in the soft dimness of dawn. The fire in the hearth had died to embers, and a chill clung to the air, but she moved quickly, tucking a shawl around her shoulders as she crossed the small room.
Arthur, already up and dressed, was tugging at the latch on the back door, eager to start his morning chores. He looked back when he heard her steps, his face lighting up with a grin. āThought youād sleep through it, lazybones.ā He teased, though his eyes sparkled with mischief.
She snorted softly, pinching his cheek as she passed him. āCheeky lad,ā she muttered. āCome on, then. Let's get to it.ā
They stepped out into the brisk morning, their breath puffing in the cold, and began making their way down the narrow stone path that wound through the small patch of yard behind their home. Frost clung to the grass, glinting in the pale light, and the chickens shuffled restlessly in their pen as Arthur went to check on them.
āCareful now.āĀ
He bent down next to them to scatter their feed. The hens fluffed their feathers, clucking contentedly as they pecked at the ground, and Arthur kept one eye on the rooster, who strutted about with his chest puffed, keeping watch over his domain.
āLook at him,ā he whispered, stifling a laugh as he threw a handful of seed. āThinks heās king of all creation, that one.ā
She grinned, crouching beside him. āWell, heās a rooster. not much else to do but look important, is there?ā
The boy giggled, tossing a bit of feed toward the rooster, who eyed him warily before puffing up even further. YN kept watch as he finished the feeding, carefully securing the penās latch when he was done.
They moved on to check the small patch of herbs and vegetables that clung to life in the early cold, though the frost had already done its damage. The leaves hung limp and dark, and YNĀ frowned, brushing a thin layer of frost from a withered cabbage leaf.
āSānot lookinā good, is it?ā Arthur said, his voice dropping to a murmur as he followed her gaze.
āNo,ā she replied softly, her fingers brushing over the leaves. āBut weāll manage. Always do.ā
He gave her a solemn nod, but she could see the worry in his eyes, the way he seemed to glance toward the woods, as if he might glimpse the shadowed figure their mother had warned him about the night before. She reached over and squeezed his shoulder, offering a smile.
āNo need for lookinā so glum, Arthur,ā she said, keeping her tone light. āWe've plenty to keep us busy, and I'll wager youāll see that rooster crowned king before anything happens to us.ā
He managed a faint smile, his spirits lifting just enough to reassure her. They finished up quickly, making their way back inside, where the warmth of the house greeted them. YN set about preparing a quick meal for Arthur and her mother, who was just beginning to stir, her tired eyes softening at the sight of her children.
Once breakfast was sorted, YN returned to her small room to ready herself for the day. She tugged off her worn nightdress, slipping into the fresh linen undergarments sheād set aside, and carefully pulled on a plain woolen dress that hung neatly from a peg beside her bed. It was a simple dress, but a neat one, its modest collar and long sleeves making it suitable for the chilly weather. she straightened the fabric, adjusting the waist so that it lay just right, and wrapped her shawl back over her shoulders, pinning it at the front with an old, weathered brooch that had once belonged to her grandmother.
She caught her reflection in the small, scratched mirror by the windowāa young woman with steady eyes and a hint of determination in her gaze, her hair braided behind her, a few strands slipping free to frame her face. After a moment, she tucked a few stray wisps behind her ear and gave herself a brisk nod, turning to head out.
The streets were beginning to stir as she made her way down to the docks, the early morning light casting a soft, muted glow over the cobblestone. A few shopkeepers were already sweeping their doorsteps, preparing for the dayās trade, and a handful of townsfolk passed by, nodding their greetings as she walked.
When she reached the docks, she found Niall already there, standing by his boat, his hands working quickly to secure the ropes. His coat hung loose over his shoulders, and his hair was tousled from the morning breeze, but there was a contented look in his eyes as he glanced up and saw her approach.
āWell, if it isnāt the queen of the cabbage patch,ā he greeted her, a grin breaking across his face. āCome to see if I've hauled in a kingās feast for ye?ā
YN rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as she stopped a few feet away from him. āI wouldn't go that far. but I'll settle for a decent fish, if youāve managed one.ā
He laughed, giving the rope a final tug before stepping back, wiping his hands on his trousers. āOh, a decent fish, she says. Well, lucky for you, I've got just that.ā He reached into a small wooden crate and held up a plump haddock, its scales glinting in the early light. āNot a kingās ransom, but itāll do for stew, wonāt it?ā
She eyed the fish, unable to suppress a smile. āAye, itāll do. Might even save us from havinā to wrangle another cabbage.ā
Niall chuckled, tucking the fish back into the crate. āCouldnāt have that, now, could we? Iām doinā my part to keep your cookinā passable.ā
āPassable?ā She laughed, nudging him lightly as she stepped up beside him to peer into the crate. āYouāre just glad to have an excuse to come round, steal our bread, and charm my sister.ā
He gave her a mock-offended look, though his eyes glinted with humor. āNow, thatās hurtful, YN. I'm here for the food and the fine company, naturally. If your sister happens to be nearby, well, thatās not my fault, is it?ā
She rolled her eyes, unable to help the small laugh that escaped. āPoor Ellaāll need more than a fish to be impressed. Best not get your hopes up too high.ā
āAye, sheās a hard one to please,ā he admitted, a faint, wistful smile crossing his face. āBut I'll manage somehow. or at least, I'll keep tryinā.ā
They both fell silent, their gazes drifting out over the water, where a thin mist clung to the surface, casting an eerie calm over the harbor. The other boats rocked gently in the quiet, and the gulls called out above them, their cries echoing faintly across the empty stretch of sea. Together they turned back toward the town, the mist curling softly around them as they walked, side by side, in the quiet of the morning.
The midday lull brought a hush over the town, as folk took their brief respite between the dayās labors. The soft light of afternoon slipped over the rooftops, and YN found herself winding her way down one of the quieter streets toward Mauraās, a modest little cottage that doubled as the gathering place for the women in town. Here, around a crowded table of mismatched cups and chipped saucers, town gossip simmered as steadily as the tea.
Maura's door was open, the sound of voices spilling out into the cobbled lane, and YN slipped in quietly, greeting the women with a polite nod before finding a seat near the end of the table. The familiar faces of neighbors turned to greet herāMaura herself, with her cheeks flushed from the warmth of the kitchen, mrs. Harris with her ever-watchful eyes, and a handful of others who paused only long enough to give YN a quick nod before returning to the subject that had clearly held their interest long before she arrived.
āI'm tellinā you,ā mrs. Harris was saying, her voice low and edged with certainty. āThere's somethinā in that tower. maybe itās a spy, maybe itās worse.ā
Maura scoffed, shaking her head. āIf it were a spy, weād know by now, wouldnāt we? why bother lurkinā about if thereās nothinā worth seeinā here?ā
āThereās plenty to see, Maura,ā the older woman sighed, leaning forward, her teacup nearly sloshing over the rim as she gestured toward the window. āWhoās to say he hasnāt been watchinā us all along, takinā note of whoās loyal to the new king and whoās not?ā
Maura snorted, but one of the other women, Anna, leaned in, her voice barely a whisper. āor worseāwhat if itās no man at all?ā Her gaze darted to the others, her eyes wide with a kind of fearful excitement. āThere are tales, you know. Of things that wander the woods. Spirits that linger in dark places, things that only come out when the days grow short.ā
Mrs. Harris crossed herself, nodding solemnly. āAye. folk say itās a night creatureāa demon, even.ā
YN listened quietly, her fingers tracing the rim of her teacup, but she held back a smile. as the women exchanged anxious looks, she leaned back, sipping her tea, the warmth of it calming her nerves. To her, the stories felt like little more than old wivesā talesāa way for folk to pass the time when the days grew cold and bleak. A lonely man, perhaps, whoād taken to the tower for solitude, a soul with nowhere else to go. Nothing so sinister as the women here believed.
āYou've a skeptical look about you, dearā Maura said, catching her eye with a wry smile. āDonāt tell me youād walk up to that tower yourself, would you?ā
She met her gaze calmly, setting her cup down. āI'd sooner believe itās a wanderer, Maura. Maybe one who wants peace more than anything else. Donāt see why we should fear him.ā
āPeace, or no peace, heās still up there, watchinā us all.ā
YN didnāt reply, only nodded politely as the conversation swirled on, the voices around her swelling in speculation and rumor. After a while, she quietly rose, setting her cup aside and offering Maura a grateful nod before slipping out the door and into the fresh air.
The chatter of the women faded behind her, and she took a deep breath, the cool air filling her lungs and clearing her thoughts. She knew she was unlikely to shake their unease or convince them of her view, but as she thought of the lonely figure up in the tower, something tugged at herāa kind of curiosity that gnawed gently at the back of her mind.
Without a second thought, she made her way home, moving quickly and quietly, her mind already set. She slipped through the door, pausing only to grab her small woven basket from its hook. Her mother glanced up, but YN offered her a calm smile, murmuring something vague about a quick errand before supper.
IN the small corner of their kitchen where they kept their stores, she selected a handful of berries from the last of their foraging, a few slightly bruised carrots, and a small bunch of herbs tied with a thin scrap of cloth. Modest offerings, but enough, she hoped, to serve as a token of peace, a sign that she meant no harm.
She took a deep breath and headed toward the edge of town, her footsteps light as she made her way past the familiar lanes and toward the narrow path that led up to the old watchtower.
The path leading to the watchtower was narrow, winding its way up the hillside in gentle, uneven curves. YN had walked these woods many times before, though never with the purpose she had now. Above her, the sky was beginning to darken, clouds gathering in ominous clumps, casting long shadows across the land as the sun slipped lower.
Her heart thudded in her chest, not from fear, but from a strange mixture of curiosity and anticipation. The stories sheād heard that morning lingered in her mind like faint echoes, each warning a small reminder of the mystery ahead. But she felt something else tooāa quiet resolve, an odd certainty that she had to see this figure, whoever he might be, with her own eyes.
The watchtower loomed before her, its crumbling stone walls climbing into the sky, weather-worn and scarred by time. She could see now why the townsfolk feared it; it looked like a relic from another era, half-hidden by the dense growth of ivy and the creeping fog that clung to the base of its walls. It was silent here, too silent, as if even the birds dared not sing in the shadow of the old tower.
Steeling herself, she moved forward, her footsteps muffled by the damp earth. The closer she got, the more the watchtowerās age showed itself in cracked stones and vines, a darkness that seemed to pool between the stones, deepening the gray of the twilight. At the base of the tower, a narrow door sat slightly ajar, barely wide enough for her to slip through. She paused there, glancing up, feeling an odd twinge of nervousness as her gaze drifted to the upper windows, dark and empty.
Drawing a deep breath, she pushed the door open, stepping into the dim interior.
The inside of the tower was colder, the air thick and still. Faint light seeped through cracks in the walls, just enough to reveal the sparse furnishingsāa wooden table, books, a chair beside the hearth, long since gone cold. Dust motes hung in the air, catching the dim light like fragments of stars, and a faint, earthy smell lingered in the space, as though the room hadnāt seen another soul in years.
Yet something else lingered too, something that made the hair on the back of her neck prickleāa sense that she wasnāt alone.
A figure stepped forward from behind a wall, emerging so quietly she almost missed it. He was tall, with dark curls that tumbled around his face, shadows clinging to his features as though he belonged to the darkness itself. His eyes met hers, a piercing green that seemed to hold an entire centuryās worth of secrets, and for a brief, unsettling moment, she felt as though he could see straight through her.
āWhat brings you here?ā His voice was low, quiet, each word clipped and precise, yet holding a softness that surprised her.
YN swallowed, her hand instinctively tightening around the basket she held. āIāI thought you might be hungry,ā she stammered, offering the basket forward with a hesitant smile. āFolk talk of you up here, you know. Thought it might be nice to see if you wanted some company.ā
He raised a brow, a faint trace of amusement softening his gaze. He didnāt reach for the basket, but instead continued to watch her, as though trying to make sense of why she would come here, alone, to his solitary refuge.
Didnāt seem exactly the safest thing.
āPeople rarely visit me,ā he said finally, his voice barely more than a murmur, as though he were speaking more to himself than to her. āEspecially not with offerings.ā
āWell, itās no great feast,ā she laughed breathilyānervous, setting the basket down on the table. āBut itās enough for a quiet meal.ā
He looked down at the basket, his expression unreadable. The shadows seemed to deepen around him, and for a brief moment, she wondered if he would turn her away. But then his gaze shifted back to her, gentle, as though something in her gesture had reached him in a way she couldnāt quite understand.
āI donāt need much,ā he breathed, finally stepping closer, his movements careful, almost tentative. āBut thank you.ā
The silence stretched between them as Harryās eyes lingered on her, his regard tracing every movement of her face, the subtle rise and fall of her shoulders, the way her lips pressed together as if searching for words. He could feel itāher pulse thrumming in her neck, the warmth radiating from her skin, the soft, steady rhythm of blood rushing through her veins. It was maddening. The sound alone clawed at the quiet corners of his mind, stirring that old, cursed hunger heād worked so hard to bury.
But he couldnāt let her see that. Couldnāt let even a flicker of it touch his face.
With a composed nod, he turned his attention to the basket, using the small action to steady himself, to pull his focus away from her and fix it on the modest offering sheād brought. Herbs and roots, earthy and clean, none of it touched by blood. He forced his breath to steady, aware of her watchful eyes on him as he sorted through the items, careful to keep his hands stable.
āAre you here⦠often?ā She asked softly, breaking the silence in a voice that felt almost hesitant, as though unsure whether it was allowed. Her gaze darted around the room, taking in the sparse surroundings, the thick shadows that crept into every corner.
Harry let his fingers linger on a sprig of thyme, keeping his voice level as he answered. āYes,ā he confided simply, his tone giving nothing away. āI find it⦠peaceful.ā
āPeaceful,ā she echoed, a faint smile touching her lips as she looked back at him. āIt doesnāt frighten you, being all alone up here?ā
He allowed himself the smallest of smilesāhimāfrightened? How sweetly ironic. āSometimes solitude is easier than the alternative.ā
She studied him, and he could feel the weight of her eyes, searching for something beneath his answer. Her heartbeat quickened just a bit, a small, steady thump that seemed to reach straight through him, its warmth coiling like a spark inside his chest. He could almost taste itāthe sweet, heady pull of her pulse.
But he forced the thought down, burying it beneath years of restraint. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, redirecting the focus onto her. āAnd what about you?ā he asked, his tone soft but steady. āDoesnāt it frighten you to come all this way, alone?ā
She gave a small laugh, shrugging one shoulder. āMaybe it should. But I suppose I donāt scare easily.ā She paused, her gaze slipping to the narrow window where the trees outside swayed gently in the wind. āItās quiet here, almost like a different world. Sometimes it feels like our town is shrinking, like itās closing in. Out here, itāsāitās freer.ā
Harryās gaze softened, though he said nothing. There was something in her words he understood, something that echoed faintly in his own memories of why heād chosen this placeāthis forgotten, lonely towerāto escape. A life he could no longer live, a curse he couldnāt risk unleashing.
She looked back at him, curiosity bright in her eyes. āPeople say youāve been here a long timeāI mean, they say the towerās been abandoned forever. But you donāt seemā¦ā She trailed off, biting her lip as though she didnāt quite know how to finish.
āDonāt seem what?ā he asked, his voice low, inviting her to continue.
She waited, and he watched her carotid flicker in her throat as she searched for her words. āYou donāt seem like someone who belongs in a place like this,ā she murmured. āLike youāve got more in you thanāthan just seclusion.ā
He felt a tug deep in his chest at her words, something he hadnāt felt in a long, long timeāa faint longing, a half-forgotten ache for a life heād once dreamed of. But that life was gone. Heād buried it the night heād been turned, when the world as he knew it had collapsed into a semblance of hell.
āItās strange,ā he replied carefully, his eyes drifting toward the flickering shadows on the wall. The hunger gnawed at him, unrelenting, every second reminding him of how close he was to her. She was standing barely a foot away, her warmth filling the small space, her heartbeat a steady, maddening drumbeat that drew him closer, closerā¦
He straightened slightly, pulling himself back. āSolitude,ā he said quietly, almost as if reminding himself, āsometimes feels simpler.ā
She nodded slowly, but her eyes stayed on him, and he could see the spark of curiosity still there, unquenched. She was brave, this girl. Far braver than most. And something about that braveryāthe quiet way she stood her ground in the face of shadows and rumors, in the presence of a strangerāintrigued him. She wasnāt running away. And a part of him, despite everything, wanted her to stay.
āThank you,ā he mumbledāalmost a dismissal, gesturing to the basket, his voice softened with a touch of genuine gratitude. āNot many would bring gifts to a stranger. Especially not one so isolated.ā
She smiled, her cheeks flushing faintly in the dim light. āWell, maybe Iāll bring something better next time,ā she replied with a small laugh. āIf youād want that.ā
He paused, her words lingering in the air between them. Next time. It felt dangerous, allowing the thought of it, letting her return. But as she looked at him, her smile warm and unguarded, he found himself nodding almost without thinking.
āYes,ā he murmured. āIād like that.ā
But even as he spoke, he felt the old thirst stir beneath his words, a dark reminder that she was flesh and blood, and he was anything but.
Harry watched her retreating figure until the last of her shadow disappeared down the winding path. The silence settled thick around him once more, yet it felt different now, charged with the lingering warmth of her presence. The faint echo of her heartbeat still pulsed in his mind, like a phantom drum that refused to fade. He drew in a slow, deliberate breath, pushing down the hunger that had clawed so violently to the surface, fighting a void that had nearly overpowered him the entire time sheād stood there.
He had always been a weak man for the living.
Turning back into the tower, he closed the door and leaned against it, his hand flexing as he grappled with that old, familiar agony, the ache that thrummed through his veins whenever he was near a human. After all these years, after countless nights spent mastering his restraint, he still struggled. The curse was unrelentingāan obstinate thirst that he could never truly silence, only suppress.
Memories rose in him unbidden, dark and sharp, clawing their way out of the places he kept them buried. He could still recall the crisp air of that autumn night in 1601, back when he was alive, when heād believed his life was bound for something beautiful. Heād been a poet then, a young man enamored with language, eager to make something of himself. Heād had dreams of attending university, of pursuing a life dedicated to literature and ideas, a life where he could spend his days wrapped in thought and art.
But all of that had been shattered in a single night. He had been walking back from a small tavern in London, tipsy and laughing, still reciting lines of poetry in his head, the night air filling him with a light, exhilarating hope. He remembered it so clearlyāthe dimly lit street, the damp chill creeping into his coat, the rough hand that had seized him by the throat and dragged him into an alley. Heād thought it was a robber at first, maybe a cutthroat from the docks looking for a quick coin.
But then heād seen his attackerās face.
The manās eyes were inhuman, glinting with a feral hunger, and his skin was pale, almost translucent in the moonlight. Harry had fought, struggling against the impossible strength of those arms, but it had been useless. The man had pinned him down with a brutal ease, baring his teethāa flash of something razor-sharp, malevolentābefore sinking them deep into Harryās throat. The pain had been excruciating, and then everything had gone dark, his life draining away into a cold, endless void.
He hadnāt known what had happened to him for days afterward. Heād awoken alone, hidden in the dark recesses of a forgotten basement, his body shuddering with an unholy thirst that tore through him like wildfire. The transformation had left him a half-mad, hollow shell, consumed by an insatiable need he didnāt understand. Heād stumbled through the streets, eyes wild, hunting without even knowing what he was hunting for. And when heād finally cornered a man in the dead of night, tearing into his throat with a frenzy he could barely comprehend, heād learned what he had become.
The first months were a blur of blood and horror, a nightmare he hadnāt known how to escape. He had been controlled by an ache, a greedāenslaved by it, a wretched creature lost to bloodlust. Heād fought it as best he could, but each time he tried to resist, the thirst only grew stronger, until he was reduced to a brutal, savage need that erased everything else.
It had been a year later, in 1602, when he encountered another vampire. His name was Thomas, a wily, unrepentant creature who fed freely and without remorse. Thomas had found Harry alone and ravenous, nearly mad from weeks of starvation in an attempt to restrain himself. Heād taken Harry under his wing, teaching him how to survive in this new, cursed life, how to hunt, how to kill cleanly. But while Harry had been grateful for the guidance, he quickly saw that Thomas reveled in the whispers of the devil, that he viewed humanity as little more than prey. He was malignant.Ā
His own heart was too soft for such cruelty. Heād hated the feel of human flesh beneath his hands, the way his victimsā eyes widened in terror as he held them down, the way their life drained away in his grasp. He hadnāt wanted this life. But the need was too powerful, too all-consuming, and he had been too weak to fight it.
And then, in 1643, came the night that shattered him completely.
Her name had been Beatriceāa young woman from Manchester, one of the few souls whoād looked past his oddity, his quiet reserve, and seen something in him worth knowing. Sheād been kind, curious, always showing up at his door with a warm smile, her laughter lighting up his otherwise bleak existence. For months, sheād been a balm to him, her presence a brief reprieve from the loneliness that gnawed at him. Heād been so careful around her, so painfully restrained, never allowing himself to get too close. But one night, after days of starvation, he had faltered. Sheād come to visit him, concern etched on her face, her hand reaching out to touch his cheek.
And in that moment, heād lost himself.
The memory of that night was burned into him like a scar, the scent of her blood, the warmth of it cascading from his lips and developing him wholeā the sound of her heart slowing as he drank from herāall of it haunted him, even now, decades later. He had tried to pull away, tried to stop himself, but the hunger had overpowered him, consuming her life, taking everything she had. When he finally came to his senses, she lay cold and pale in his arms, her eyes staring up at him, empty and accusing.
After that, heād fled, haunted by the horror of what heād done, determined never to let it happen again. Heād hidden himself away in this tower, learning to feed from the animals that roamed the forest, forcing himself to endure the hunger rather than inflict his curse on another innocent soul. He would never again allow himself to feel that agony, that terrible loss.
And yet tonight, with her presence in his small, empty world, something had stirred in him, a strange, aching reminder of what it meant to be human, to crave connection, companionship. It was dangerous, foolish to even entertain such thoughts, yet he couldnāt deny the faint spark she had left behind.
He closed his eyes, forcing himself to breathe slowly, steadying the wild, restless energy that surged in him. She couldnāt come back. He couldnāt risk it. He would have to find a way to make her think the tower was haunted, or evilāsomething to scare her off for good. Because he knew himself, knew that he was a creature of hunger, bound to a curse he couldnāt escape.
And if she returnedāhe wasnāt sure how long he could resist.
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Series Summary: Count Styles lives on an island youāll not find on any map. Heās lived in relative solitude for ages and is happy to have the rareĀ occasional guest who accidentally runs into his small slice of the world, though they may not be as thrilled by his intentions once they find out whatĀ he is.
When Y/n's weather vessel crashes into his island one stormy night he greets her and offers her shelter in his castle while she waits for someone to help repair her boat. She soon comes to adore the strange and charming man and grows a worrying attachment. But she cannot help herself. No matter how much she learns about the Count and how strange her world has become she cannot seem to pull herself out of the haze of his alluring spell.
Even when her life depends on it.
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Pressing her ear closer to the door she closed her eyes and there was a distinct male voice, a sobbed moan that, after a loud thud, turned into something like a pitiful crying. But then she heard another voice and there was something familiar in the way it cooed and teased almost. She could not make out words but the sentiment was clear. There were two people in that room having sex and one of them was Harry. The other sounded to be a man.
Stepping back from the door she realized her mouth was hung open in surprise. Perhaps the Count was into men. Well, he was quite pretty. She could imagine that she supposed. Before she could even turn around the sounds behind the door stopped and the silence that suddenly surrounded her had her heart picking up a beat. Had she made a noise?
She swallowed and turned her head to see her door open down the hallway and wondered if she could make it quickly before anyone knew that sheād been listening in.
But the moment that thought popped into her head the door opened up and there was Harry in a long white cotton pijama, the top unbuttoned and nearly draped off his shoulder. She glanced over his frame and back up to his eyes but he was different. His irises were almost black and his mouth was set strangely, like he had swollen gums, āWould you like something, Y/n?ā
Shaking her head she stepped back, āNo. Sorry. I⦠heard something⦠nothing. Iām going back to bed. Sorry!ā
She turned to move away but he stopped her, his hand wrapped around her upper arm, making her twist back to face him, āAre you sure donāt want anything?ā
She darted her eyes behind him to the room heād been in and it appeared to be lit by a fireplace. She saw something move across the doorway but couldnāt make out what (or who) it was.
āIām sorry for disturbing you. That⦠I was just worriedā¦ā
He smiled, his lips covering his teeth as he closed the door behind him and stepped in dangerously close, holding her arm to keep her from inching away. He looked down at the dirtied material tucked under her arm and he grunted softly, āOh my. What is this?ā
Letting go of her arm he plucked the defiled sheets and nightgown from her and dropped the sheet to the floor, his hands crumpling around the white fabric, thumb dragging into the slippery wetness where her arousal had dripped.
She felt herself flush hot with embarrassment as she watched the Count inspect the damage sheād done to her nightgown. It was obvious what it was he was looking at.
āPoor, Y/n,ā his dark eyes met hers as he lifted his thumb to his mouth and ran the pad of his digit against his tongue, eyes fluttering closed when he swallowed.
All of the breath in her lungs was caught and now the flush of heat was forming in her tummy as she watched him enjoy the taste. Her taste.
His jaw clenched as he opened his eyes and looked down at her, dark irises raking over her frame and then back up to her face, a deep exhale escaping his chest, āWeāre all carnal beings, Y/n. Thereās no shame in the bodyās natural reaction to an arousing dream. All you have to do is call for me next time and Iāll make the emptiness go away. Iāll do whatever you ask.ā
She couldnāt blink or look away from him. She was trapped by his haunting gaze as he drew a finger from her jaw up to her temple and then back down until heād gently scraped his nail over her pulse point, pressing in just enough to make a small indent bite into her flesh, before lifting and pushing his nail in crosswise against the same spot.
āX marks the spot. Doesnāt it, Y/n?ā
She gulped, āWhatās that mean?ā
Harry lowered his face close to hers. He was so close she could feel his breath on her cheek, āIf you ask politely,ā he wrapped his hand around the side of her neck, thumb dragging against her jaw, āIāll show you what it means.ā
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