#its me. and im so done with the primitive manner in which things have been running

[kellerybird]

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[jawllines]

DEAREST OLIVIA,,,, PLEASBETH, BLESS MY HEART AND PUSS BY SUPPLYING US WITH VAMP HARRY IN HEAT! OR EVEN ANAL WITH VAMP H!!! IM DESPERATE BUBS DD:DD

hELO HERE I PRESENT YOU WITH THE HIGHLY REQUESTED  AND AWAITED BLURB THAT I KIND OF FORGOT ABOUT UNTIL YOU REMINDED ME ! SHE’S A LONG ONE (4K+ WORDS)

Y/N could tell something was wrong, she just wasn’t sure what it was exactly.

Harry had always been a bit of an odd duck; when she’d met him in the forest all those months ago that had been clear after he’d called her ‘little human’ and he’d only solidified his status of abnormal vampire, drinking her blood, irately feeding her cookies and cranberry juice, then growing fond of her and trying to let her know so by making friends with her cat. So at the start of this sudden shift in behavior – this clingy, needy way that he’s been begging her to skip class (more so than usual), holding her so tightly sometimes she can barely breathe, and multiplying his normal peppering of kisses to her face in the morning tenfold – she hadn’t been all too concerned. Just figured that he was hungry and she needed to feed him soon.

However, when this behavior had continued on for more than two days and he wasn’t asking to feed, Y/N became suspicious. After day three he wasn’t just needy, he was downright refusing to leave her side. Would keep his hands on her wherever they went, would burrow his nose into the curve of her throat when they were sitting whether or not she was studying, on the computer, on her phone, or just watching TV. He’d even insisted on attending a class with her, only furrowing his brows when she asked him why he’d want to sit through an Ethics class, his only reply being, “I wish to spend all my time with you, Little human.” And while this doesn’t sound too weird coming from him, she knows he enjoys his alone time as well – its when he gets most of his business done, which had taken to the back burner now that he was suddenly ten times more enamoured with her than the start of the week.

What had finally made her call Louis was when she walked in from class (she’d managed to sneak out before he’d woken up – he never lets her pay attention when he tags along) to find he had surrounded himself in all of her blankets, a few of her choice favorite shirts, some stuffed animals she’d had scattered about, and the pillows from her bed – all in a little pile with him at the center of it, pouting. “You left me here,” he huffs petulantly, “All alone. That was very rude of you and I would do nothing of that manner ever. You’re being a very cruel mate.” And though he was talking big, he still climbed over the mess he’d made and snuggles his nose into her throat, breathing in deep and giving her a big hug.

“Mate?” She’d repeated but Harry didn’t respond, just took to just snuggling further into her side and walking her back towards his self made pile of her things, dropping the both of them down amongst it and kissing at her face.

“Missed you,” he murmured lowly, “Stop going to school, I can take care of you.”

Y/N flicked his bicep, “You know I can’t, Pet,” she let him curl his body around her, “What’s gotten into you lately, huh? So…cuddly.”

He only hummed, continued to peck kisses to her cheeks, nipped at her jawline, until she tucked her fingers in his hair and petted at him so he resorted to those low, animalistic purrs that he’d been keen on making as of late as well. Something was definitely, definitely off.

So when he fell asleep clinging to her after murmuring a low, “Don’t leave”, she’d slipped herself from his grip, shushing his grumbling by saying she’s just going to the bathroom, but as soon as she closes the door, she plops on the toilet and called Louis. He answered in the middle of the second ring, sounding a little confused because normally Y/N just texts him if she has questions about vampiric nature but this one was urgent. This one was a question that, as soon as he’d answered the phone, he’d barely gotten a “Hello” out before she’s rushing to say, “Harry’s been weird lately.”

“He’s always weird, Pet, or have you just noticed?”

Y/N huffed, rolling her eyes, and then delved into the whole explanation of how Harry had been lately. From the barely leaving her side, to the not feeding, to the new “Mate” ordeal that she’d just heard not even twenty minutes prior, and how she’d walked in to him in a pile of her clothes, pillows, and blankets. Went into all the nitty gritty details of it and how confused she was by all of it but if she even tries to bring it up Harry completely ignores her.

She thought that Louis might freak out or something – their vampire “leader” suddenly on the fritz, abandoning his job for the human girl he’d mated with and is now becoming completely consumed by as of late – but instead he just hums knowingly, “Ahh,” he’d began and she can hear the clinking of pans on the other side of the phone, “He’s cusping his heat.”

“His what?” Y/N’s brows furrow, “Like a cat?”

“Sort of,” he replies, “A vampire’s heat is seldom existent unless they have a mate, and since so many of us choose to forgo relationships and follow bloodlust instead, it isn’t something widely recognized. It’s a period where he wants nothing but his “mate” – biologically speaking – so when you are gone, it upsets him. That’s why he made a nest of your clothing and pillows; all things that smell of you.” She nods though he can’t see her, “They can be thrown into false heats as well, but there’s a whole psychological thing with that I’ll have to explain to you some other time.” Y/N’s bottom lip slips into her mouth, gnawing on it harshly, “Harry’s aware of this, but he’s most likely embarrassed and is suppressing it but that’s only making it fester. He may not let you in on it but he hates his non-human bits and they only become more primitive around this time – thinks that they’ll run you off –”

“They won’t,” she cuts him off to say, “I like those parts too.”

Chuckling warmly, Louis responds, “I know, Love, and I tell him this, but he’s a hard headed bloke. Let him know that you know, and the rest will take care of itself.”

“What’s the rest though? Like, how do we take care of it?”

There’s a pause on the other end, like he’s deciding whether or not  he’s going to tell her, before he blows out air into the receiver, “I’ll let him tell you that one. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m attempting to make a lobster bisque for my feeder. If it turns out good I’ll bring some leftovers.”

With this he hangs up the phone and Y/N is left in the bathroom with the knowledge that her vampire boyfriend was in heat and she was meant to take care of it, which is a sentence she’d never thought would contribute to her life. She has no clue what she’s supposed to do other than tell him that she knows but she doesn’t even know how to tell him how she knows. Hi Harry, so I heard you’re in heat like a cat and that’s why you’ve been so cuddly on me lately! Haha, okay, so how do we fix it? That seems like a terrible idea, if she’s honest. Harry would be livid that she found out about it behind his back if he’s embarrassed about it in the first place. He hadn’t been answering her for a reason. However, she hopes that how much he’s been soft towards her would soften the blow.

But she wants to take care of him in every way she can and if that means experiencing him a little more grumpy than usual, then she could handle it. The poor thing has probably been suffering trying to keep this a secret because he didn’t want her to know about his nonhuman bits apart from the obvious, and that breaks her heart. She wants him to be able to tell her everything.

Popping out of the living room, she walks out to find Harry knuckling at his eyes, frowning at her still in the “nest” he’d made, “Oi,” he grumbles lowly,  “Told ya not to leave, didn’t I, Little human? Lemme cuddle with–”

“I know you’re in your heat, Harry,” she rushes out, because Y/N has never been good at beating around the bush, if she’s honest, but she almost immediately regrets not being softer about it. Harry’s entire face shifts from a settled, grumpy state that would be soothed with her in his arms to a full on, disgruntled frown strong on his features as she holds her phone tightly between both hands.

“I’m –” he begins, shaking his head, mustering an excuse, “I am not. Who told you that I was?”

She bites the bullet, uttering a careful, “Louis did.”

And Harry didn’t like that one bit, shuffling up from where he had been comfortably slumped in the material of her things, “Well, he’s a bleeding liar. I’m not going into my heat.” He declares but his voice lacks conviction and she knows that he knows he’s been caught. What makes a guilt warp deep in her gut – she should’ve been gentler. A cuddly, soft Harry – even when grumpy – is a sensitive Harry nonetheless, which she hadn’t known was possible for a vampire. There were moments that he could be so delicate that he needed to be treated just as softly as he treats her. “I don’t … I don’t do that.” He continues, clearing his throat and straightening out his back.

“Harry,” she murmurs, setting her phone down on the coffee table that he had effectively shoved out of the way for his nesting while she lowered onto her knees, crawling her way closer to him, “It’s okay, yeah? I don’t mind it.” Cautiously, as if not to scare him off, she reaches to frame his face with her hands, letting her fingertips skate across the smooth skin of his jaw, “I can help you through it, you just have to tell me what to do.”

Harry shakes his head but ultimately his shoulders sag, in a lesser tense state than he had been previous now that she’s near to him, looking a little defeated. She works her way into his lap, thighs astride each of his own, petting at his cheeks when he closes his eyes, “You can’t.” He utters low, despondently “I have done my research, and human’s are not accustomed to heats and the like of it. You are too small and soft for…for me to relinquish the control I have.”

“Do you need me to find someone like you then? To help you through –”

“No!” He cuts her off quickly, looking horrified that she had even offered, “No, never, I only wish to be with you but –”

“Then let me help,” she settles her bum on his thighs, scooting closer to his crotch and his hands automatically reach for her hips, mounting them, “I can help.”

“Little human, you won’t be able to handle –”

“I’ll very well tell you what I can and can’t handle,” she furrows her brows at him, scooting closer and being met with a straining lump pressing at the zip of his trousers – it hadn’t been there a moment ago, and god all she had to do was sit down on him, “And as much as you like to think you’re this big scary monster, you aren’t, and I can handle you.”

Her hands slip from his cheeks, down his chest and towards the button of his pants, popping them open and using her thumb and forefinger to drag the metal zipper down. A shaky breath leaves Harry as she merely skims where he’s hard, she can feel him twitch in his boxers, his brows clinching towards the center, “You are very disobedient, Little human,” he works out through a heavy breath, “But if you wish to help me, then promise me that – that if it becomes to much you will stop me. You are my top priority and above all things, I hold you dearly to me.” Y/N’s heart picks up in her chest in the most delightful little beats, “I may be rough, but if you do not like it, then you tell me our safe word, yes?”

“Yes,” she smiled at him, giving him a soft nod.

This is how, an hour later, Y/N ends up on their bed with Harry fucking into her dutifully. Her back is flush against his chest, his arm holding her up against his body while squeezing at her tit, tweaking at the nipple beneath his fingers, while his other hand digs into the wooden headboard, leaving scratches behind from the full brunt of his hands. From the time Harry had entered her, he hadn’t pulled out for more than a few seconds to change position, and has cum four times in total, Y/N breaching her fifth orgasm currently. Her thighs are trembling, and if not for Harry, she doubts there’s anyway she’d be able to hold herself up at all right now.

“So soft,” he growls, nipping at his bite mark on her throat, “So soft and wet and tight inside, Little human. Want more. Want you to cum again.”

Y/N shakes her head, whining out a very pitiful, “I can’t!” Even though she most definitely can. It’s moments like these that she’s glad she started birth control, so she can feel every single inch of him inside of her. She’s close…almost there even, and she knows that all he has to do is buck into her a few more times before she’s falling apart again. But she’s so sensitive right now…so drawn up tight, muscles knotted with the tension of impending release.

Harry gives a displeased murmurs, “Am I not fucking you hard ‘nough?” Giving a particularly hard thrust inside of her, his hips snapping against her bum and she all but cries out.

“You are!” She gasps, fingers digging into the rumpled, now filthy sheets below them, “You are, you are, you are.” Her toes curl up, pussy being to pulsate around him.

“Then you can,” he answers for her, slipping his fingers up towards her mouth, tapping on her swollen lips gently and she opens up for him off instinct, letting him slide them against her tongue. She sucks on them as she teeters over the edge, the fifth orgasm rushing through her like a tsunami, leaving her shaking and slumping in his arms and as her pussy milks him dry, Harry can’t help but cum as well.

Though Harry doesn’t seem to have broken a sweat, Y/N was proper tuckered out and her hole was messy and incredibly sensitive. She doesn’t think she could take another pounding in it or she might actually break apart. And as if he could tell, he slips out of her slowly, a strangled whimper leaving her at the feeling of being empty and Harry tuts his tongue as he lies her down, “D’ya need a break, Little one?”

She is panting but shakes her head, “Y’can – y’can fuck my bum, like we talked about before,” she tells him, sliding her hand against her sweaty skin and then to the sheet, “Can handle it.”

Harry all but groans out, his cock still hard, flushed red and dripping – the remnants of both their last orgasms still coating him, “Yeah?” He murmurs, “Wan’ me t’a fill you all the way up in there too?” Y/N nods, chest heaving as he carefully flips her over onto her back, taking a pillow to stuff beneath her and have her elevated and presented to him. She had thought she was too far fucked out to care about whether or not he’d seen her but as soon as he splits her thighs back open for himself, she works to close them, reaching down towards his hands.

“Don’ stare,” she murmurs softly, “S’embarrassing.”

Harry hums with a disagreeing lilt, “No,” he utters, “Don’t try to hide your pretty little pussy from me, ‘specially when she’s so messy.” His thumb just barely skims across the swollen heat of her clit and her lower half twitches, “Who made this big a mess, huh?” He slips his fingers inside of her, tenderly stroking her walls and her thighs tremble. Even more so when she realizes what he’s doing, sliding his fingers now all wet and sticky from both of their excitement down to the ring of muscles just a little lower, smoothing it around as lube.

“You did.” She blames him, and Harry chuckles that warm, slow, inviting one that she thinks would draw anybody in – like an angler fish’s light but with less pointy teeth – and she thinks that she would let him swallow her whole, if he wanted to.

“So you have nothing to do with it?” He asks and she shakes her head, finally catching her breath just a little, enough to let out a small giggle when he narrows his eyes at her, a smile gracing his plushy pink mouth, “I think you did, naughty minx. Smell so good I want to eat you all up, “ he’s sliding one finger in, stretching her out slowly, “And you’re always so soft n’warm. Made me cum so much in your tight lil’ cunt that I can scoop it out of you and fuck it into this pretty little bum, that you want me to fuck, filthy girl.”

Y/N opens her mouth to try and say something at least a little bit snarky and stubborn, but all that leaves her is a harsh little gasp as his teeth sink into the flesh of her thigh. Sucking at the blood there and making her toes curl intensely, and she only barely feels him sliding in another finger besides the one already fucking into her. That all too pleasant floaty feeling infiltrates her veins, making her feel bubbly and light and ready – god, she was so ready for him again…all thoughts of sensitivity gone.

It’s not long until Harry has fucked her open wide enough for his cock, reaching over to her bedside table for the lube they had bought for an even as such and Harry drizzles the cool liquid over his cock along with some over her hole. Heat or not, Harry was still thinking and she appreciated that. She wonders if she were like him, if he would be putting so much precaution and thought into how things went or if it would be rougher and carnal – animalistic even.

When the ruddy red head buds at her blooming hole, Y/N’s mouth falls open in the same moment that Harry begins a long, drawn groan – sinking himself down into her. It’s a lot…she’s never felt so full in her life and it’s an odd sensation but she loves it. If she could be full of Harry all the time she would never be opposed to it. Her knees try to meet each other but his hips rest in between her thighs, keeping her spread open.

“S’bloody tight, Love,” he moans through gritted teeth, finding her hand and slotting their fingers together sweetly, “But s’perfect. Perfect fit fo’ me. Like you were made jus’ fo’ me Little human.” Y/N musters the little strength she still garners to squeeze his hand as Harry begins bucking into her, smearing their mouths together for a moment.

Everything feels good – so good as he slicks inside of her, his breath ghosting against the mark he’d made against her throat and she pushes it out towards him, “Bite me,” she tells him, grabbing at his bicep with her free hand, trying to pull him impossibly closer, “C’mon, bite me, please? Pretty please I wan– I want it.”

A strangled moan leaves him as he bends down, tucks his face in her throat and sinks his teeth into her again, sliding his hand down to her clit and running over it with his thumb quickly. This accompanied with the intense tingling and buzzing that zips through her body like lightning when he bites her, swarms her entire being and her lower belly burns with desire and butterflies. It’s when she falls apart again, tears crowding her eyes from the pleasure, that Harry lets up on feeding from her, drawing back with a pant and his lips stained red as his own abdomen clenches and he empties himself into her bum. Each thick spurt coating her walls, making her even messier, his hips slowing to muted thwacks, slipping out of her bum carefully and there she finally sees his softening cock. Absolutely spent, just like she was.

“Oh, little one,” he sighs, looking all over her body before he slips his hands beneath her and lifts her easily, like she was weightless, holding her close while he kneed off the bed and took her to the bathroom, “Y’look like m’chew toy again. Were supposed to tell me when you’d had enough.”

“M’fine,” she murmurs, exhausted and only vaguely aware as he sits her atop the sink counter while he preps up a bath for her, adding bubbles and the lot of it, “Y’don’t have to wash me this time, if you don’t –”

“Hush,” he tells her, running his hands beneath the water and deeming it the right temperature before he picks her back up and eases her into the tub as the water rises around her. He grabs for a flannel, wetting it in the bubbled water and urging her to open up her body to him a bit so that he could wash her off himself, “I made you a mess, ‘member? Only fair I take care of it for you.”

With a tentativeness indescribable with her own words, Harry soaps and suds her up, wiping away any spit, dried cum, or small traces of blood from both spots he had bitten. Is extra careful when sliding it over where she’s most sensitive, cooing soft little noises when she twitches from being so sensitive still.

When he’s finished, he leans forward and pecks a kiss to her cheek, “Stay here a minute and soak so your muscles aren’t too achy.” She nods, too tired to barter with him to join her so she lets him slip off. Only vaguely does she hear him start a load of laundry (she presumes the filthy sheets) along with the clinking of pans in the kitchen, the smell of garlic and basil cording up in the air and making it to her. For someone who doesn’t need to eat human food, Harry surely preps it like an actual chef and she’s just awake enough to know her mouth is watering – her stomach grumbling loudly.

It’s about an forty five minutes before he returns, now dressed in a set of comfortable clothes he’d left at her house and a fluffy towel in hand. He helps her out with an, “Up ya get then,” before helping her towel off, then – as to go the extra mile – helps her step into her panties, pulling them up over her bum and giving it a small tap before easing a big, soft old school t-shirt over her head. He takes a look at his work – he’d admitted to her that he likes best when he’s done her up for bed, all soft and cute and comfortable, it makes him want to take her all over again and cuddle her up in his arms – then leans and presses a soft kiss to her temple.

“Made you pasta, Little human,” he leads her to the kitchen, where a plate is already set out for her, and her heart does a little jump when she doesn’t see any cranberry juice – thinks for a moment she’s gotten away with it. Or, that is, until he holds out her chair for her, letting her sit and scooting her in before the glass of red liquid is placed in front of her and she gorans a complaint.

“Chew toys don’ like cranberry juice, didn’t you know that?” She pouts at him while he goes to sit in front of her, rolling his eyes, “Thank you though, for the food and bathing me.”

Harry shakes his head, “I should be thanking you, Y/N,” he murmurs and she knows that he’s about to be serious when he uses her actual name, “You were there for me in a time I needed you and didn’t look at me all too differently for a…for a particularly inhuman portion of myself. For this I thank you with my whole heart and say again that I love you with my entire being.”

Y/N just about melts, reaching her leg out to nudge at his shin while a smile drags up on her face, “Big ol’ softie, you,” she responds, “I love you more.”

After she’s eaten (and finished at least half of the cranberry juice) they cuddle on the couch while the sheets are in the wash. Harry wraps her up in the throw blanket and places her atop of him, slipping his arms around her and holding her tightly. She’s mere moments from succumbing to sleep when he murmurs to her.

“Sleep well, Little human. Round 2 starts tomorrow.”