#Angel/Demon AU

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Anybody remember that angel/demon au I played around with a while ago?

Neither do I

He's grown some new feathers, but I don't think he's an angel anymore

Reblogs greatly appreciated!

Original boi below for comparison bc I am mcfucking PROUD of myself okayyyy

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Doomed by the plot lovers AU

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𝐈 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐄𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫. Angel/Demon AU <3 

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Prompt 19 - Angel/Demon AU

@wolfstarmicrofic April 19, word count 682

After the fall of Eden and the opening of Pandora’s box, when the World began to crumble, an Angel was created for each Demon. It was their job to restore the balance of any ill-doing their Demon committed and try to quell any rebellion of the Demon realm. 

Sirius had travelled the world and back again, over the aeons, following his Demon and the destruction left behind in his wake. It irked him that his Demon, unlike most of the others, seemed to be particularly creative in his wrongdoings. He’d set off a volcano in Pompeii because a street vendor had gotten in his way. He wiped Atlantis off the map without a trace it had ever existed because the king had refused him hospitality. The fall of Rome. The Titanic, World War 1 and World War 2, for that matter. 

Modern government had been a rather nasty one, putting imbeciles in charge of entire nations of humans and watching the utter carnage that followed. 

After that pièce de résistance, the Demon had calmed down. The humans were destroying themselves faster than he could provoke them, so he’d basically retired from his demonic ways and spent his time revelling in the world going to pot. 

Sirius tracked him down to a little village up in Scotland and, for the next few decades, tried to convince the Demon to give being good a go. 

“Come on, Remus, why won’t you even try? You never know you might like it.” Sirius had said as they sipped tea in Remus’s library. “You can’t be all bad. There must be some good in you, at least. I mean, look at all these books,” He waved his hands at the floor-to-ceiling shelves that covered every wall. “You have hundreds of them. You must have absorbed some good from them.” Remus slurped his tea from his cup, making Sirius wince. He placed the teacup down on his saucer and leaned all the way back in his chair. Grasping the armrests with his hands, he smiled genteelly at the Angel. 

“Why don’t you open one and find out?” Remus challenged, his voice dripping with honey. Sirius gingerly reached out and selected a book at random. He let it fall open in his hands and read a few sentences before he snapped it shut, horror colouring his face. 

“It’s smut!” He grabbed another and another down off the shelves. Tossing each aside after he’d read a few words. “They’re all smut!” He exclaimed, still going. “More smut!” He stood back from the shelves and spun on the spot, looking with new eyes on the rows and rows of books. “It’s all smut!” He gasped. Remus snorted, and Sirius turned to face him. 

“Come on, Sirius, try it. I bet you’ll like it.” Remus purred. And for the first time in millennia, the Angel was tempted by the Demon. 

His feet moved him forward of their own accord. He watched as his hand raised and touched the spine of one of the books. His fingers wrapped around it, and he began to remove it from the shelf, but Remus jumped up and yanked him away. 

“No, no. Not that one. Your eyes will melt in their sockets if you read that one. Er, try this.” The Demon reached up, revealing a strip of tanned skin between his knitted jumper and black trousers. Sirius swallowed. What was happening to him? Remus placed a thin paperback book in Sirius’s hand, and they returned to their seats. 

Sirius flipped the book open and began to read. A strange, tingly feeling in his abdomen startled him when he read a description of a man walking across a beach. It almost felt as though butterflies were happily flapping inside his stomach. It wasn’t unpleasant. Sirius could feel that this was the start of something different. He didn’t know what yet, but he was sure it wouldn’t be long before he found out. 

The Demon watched him closely as Sirius devoured the pages, a half smile tugging at his lips as he poured another cup of tea.

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klaine and a risky kiss between forbidden lovers…..perhapssssss…perchance……

so you said “forbidden lovers” and i heard “angel and demon au” naturally. so that’s what this is i hope you enjoy <3

Pairing: Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson

Word Count: 1596

Rating: M (for minor sexual themes)

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fic can be read under the cut <3

Kurt is the worst, Blaine has decided. He’s arrogant and entitled and absolutely goes against everything that Blaine stands for.

And he’s also a literal demon from Hell. That feels important to mention.

Things have settled between Heaven and Hell in the recent decades. Which, by all accounts, is a good thing. However, that is not to say that there isn’t an undercurrent of something sinister brewing, quite literally, just beneath the surface. Hell has been a bit too quiet and that is setting off some serious red flags to the angels upstairs. So for that, many angels, Blaine himself included, have been sent down to Earth for reconnaissance purposes.

Kurt should not be here.

And not because demons shouldn’t be on Earth. That goes without saying, but they traipse the human-land all the time anyway so it’s not really worth discussing. They’re going to do whatever the hell they want.

No, Kurt shouldn’t be here. Around a collection of other angels that most definitely are not going to be too fond of seeing him. See, Kurt wasn’t always a demon. But as it would turn out, falling from grace can have some very complicated side effects.

Blaine could sense him immediately. How could he not? Kurt managed to be all around him at all times. It was as frustrating as it was intoxicating. Blaine allots himself so little decadence in his life that when Kurt enters his psyche, it becomes a bit overwhelming.

An angel’s job is to serve — to be subservient. Which is probably why Kurt never fit the mold.

But Blaine could practically taste him now. Granted, he’s had practice.

Blaine did his best to slink away from the other angels that congregated in this little run down dive bar. Hiding in plain sight; that was always the methodology. To an innocent, naïve onlooker, Blaine and his fellow men were just a bunch of guys getting drinks together. That was all just a very well-placed façade however. Blaine was working, for lack of a better term. Or rather trying to work, if it weren’t for the incessant presence nearby.

He should ignore it. He shouldn’t entertain Kurt in this way.

He found him. Kurt was tucked away in a corner at the bar, just out of sight of the tables of angels. Any of them would be able to sense Kurt if they were searching for him. He was playing a dangerous game, but Blaine suspected that Kurt already knew that.

“What are you doing here?” Blaine questioned, not interested in playing any games.

Kurt, however, didn’t seem to have the same sentiment. He merely sipped his drink casually before turning towards Blaine, haunting silvery-blue eyes meeting his own. “What, can’t a guy get a drink every now and again?”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” Blaine stated, giving off an air of no-nonsense.

Kurt sighs in exasperation, rolling his eyes. “Is it such an ordeal that I should want to come see you, angel? I heard you were coming down to visit, and I just couldn’t stay away.”

“How’d you hear that?”

Kurt grinned up at him pridefully. “I happen to still have friends in high places,” he said pleasantly. “Next time you see Mercedes while you’re prancing around up there, let her know that I’d love to see her soon. It’s been far too long.” Kurt pats the open seat next to him at the bar. “Now sit. I doubt we will have long before your little friends come looking for you, and I’d really like to chat for a minute.”

Blaine considered rejecting Kurt’s offer. He most definitely didn’t need the distraction. However, after looking back at the table of angels and deducing that they had yet to notice his departure, he apprehensively sat down. Kurt looked all too excited about this.

“So I’m going to ask again, what are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question,” Kurt countered, tipping his drink towards Blaine to further punctuate his statement. “I must say, angel, this isn’t really your scene. I picture you more in a white gown singing hymns in a cathedral while the heavens open up and cast a glimmering light right down on you. However, this…” Kurt tugged playfully at Blaine’s bowtie. “… is an adorable look on you as well.”

It was then that Blaine was finally able to properly take stock of what Kurt was wearing. Red and black always suited him, and it looked beautiful on him now. Black lace-up boots with black jeans only allowed for his crimson button up to stand out vividly. He looked every bit the demon that he was supposed to be. Alluring, feline, Blaine was painfully familiar with it.

“Working,” was all that Blaine offered in response.

Kurt scoffed. “Aren’t you always? That’s all you seem to do these days.”

“You know how the job goes,” reminded Blaine.

The sigh that Kurt released was one that indicated that he really did in fact know. “Well, that’s a damn shame. I’ve missed having you around.” Kurt set down his drink on the bar and moved his hand to slide up Blaine’s thigh. He looked incredibly relaxed like this, but Blaine could feel the tension Kurt was feeling from having so many angels that hated him in such close proximity. Kurt looked past Blaine towards the table and gave a brief moment of hesitation.

“You really shouldn’t be hanging out around here, y’know. It’s not safe. They’ll kill you if they see you.” Kurt didn’t let on how nervous he was, but he didn’t need to. When Kurt fell, he sacrificed a lot of his power in the fall. He was no match for an angel, no matter how coy he played.

Kurt gave a squeeze to Blaine’s thigh. “I don’t know how you stick around with that crowd. Are you not miserable?” It wasn’t a question that necessitated a response, so Blaine didn’t give one. “They’re all so truly obsessed with me.”

Blaine couldn’t help but grin at Kurt’s comment. “Well, I suppose that’s what happens when you end up on Heaven’s Most Wanted.”

“I’m wanted?” Kurt asked, obviously leaning into a teasing tone. “Well, I must say I’m flattered. But unfortunately for Heaven, I fear I am already spoken for.”

“That right?” Blaine questions, allowing himself to play along with Kurt’s game just this once.

“Oh sure. The guy is a real angel,” Kurt taunted, sparing another look towards the group of divinity, ensuring they weren’t catching wind of Blaine’s absence. They hadn’t yet, but they surely didn’t have long. Then, Kurt’s tone shifted into something far more serious and subtly desperate as he lowered his voice to a whisper. “Leave them and come with me.”

Blaine knew this was coming, but that didn’t make it any less unpleasant. “You know I can’t do that.”

“Why not?” Kurt interrogated, his voice hushed and grave. The hand on Blaine’s thigh slid up to cup over his clothed crotch, though Kurt made no move to squeeze as he had been before. Kurt’s actions and his words contradicted one another, furthering the reality that Kurt was a storm of contradictions. “You can’t honestly tell me you’re happy like this? Serving a being who you’ve never met and likely doesn’t give a fuck about you.”

“Well, are you any happier now than you were before the fall?” Kurt bit at his lip then, casting a glance at the table of angels and then back to Blaine. Then, Kurt finally pushed on, giving a quick squeeze of Blaine’s cock through fabric, earning a low groan past Blaine’s lips. To an outsider, they just looked like a couple that was getting a bit too handsy in public. Unfortunately, it went far deeper than that.

Kurt whispered, his lips just a few short inches away from Blaine’s. “I could be. I miss you,” he confessed. Blaine missed him too. He really, really did. He slid a hand along Kurt’s arm, feeling the tense muscles there. They didn’t really have time for this.

“You need to make yourself disappear,” Blaine lamented a bit painfully.

Kurt bristled at his words. “Fine,” he said in a clipped tone. He pressed against Blaine’s cock with his palm again with determination, earning another muffled noise from the angel. “But understand this, Blaine, you’re going to realize that Heaven isn’t all it's cracked up to be one day, and when you do, I’ll be the one that you’ll seek out for guidance. It’s always going to be me.”

Suddenly, as if they were forced together by the magnetism of heated glances and adrenaline, their lips crashed together in a forceful kiss. It was always like this, with them saying a bitter goodbye that is sealed with star-crossed affections. That certainly didn’t make it any easier no matter how many times they played this game.

But Kurt was right. It was always going to be him.

The kiss lingered for some time. The touch, which had started off as rough and primal, melted into something a bit more gentle, emotional, intimate. Blaine allowed himself to sink into the taste of Kurt on his lips. He tasted of alcohol mixed with something venomously divine.

Eventually and far too soon, Kurt moved away. They locked eyes for a moment before Kurt finally stood.

“Well, until next time, angel,” he said simply. A hand grazed gently across Blaine’s cheek as Kurt brushed by him. But when Blaine turned to watch after him, Kurt had already done what Blaine suggested, and made himself disappear.

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Demon Collin….. he is Frogy :} (and some pikmin! Some designs for what they look like when led by angels vs demons)

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Tales From the Modern Incubus | Part 20*

Summary: THE RITUAL - Harry does what he was born to do and Y/n finally sees his demonic form which is beautiful and frightening.

A/n: Remember, this is demon/incubus!Harry, so there may be some triggering topics. Please read all warnings in the TFMI Masterlist before continuing. This is all just smut really so be warned. 5k words

Warning: Smut, religious themes, talks of demonic powers, talk of blood, biting, sacreligious prayer, pain kink, breeding kink

Character List

Harry had you lie on the bed at the center. He stood at the foot of the bed and looked down at you with a grin that would have looked evil to anyone not aware of what was going on. His demon features were beginning to surface. His face was shadowed, his eyes were black, and you swore when he licked his lips his tongue looked like it had been dipped in blood. Harry’s breaths were deep and animalistic, reminding you of the rattled breaths from Satan. He appeared taller, and then when he threw his head back and lifted his arms he began to speak Enochian in a voice not his own. Or at least a voice you hadn’t heard come from him before.

It startled you at first, the way his voice was guttural and reverberated deeply around him. He didn’t sound human. But of course, Harry wasn’t human. Not fully. The tattoos on his body looked as if they were beginning to glow and you realized that blood was dripping from the edges of his mouth as he moved his lips.

Harry’s black wings appeared suddenly, taking up the space around him and nearly reaching the high ceiling. A steamy cloud in grey floated above him and began to disperse toward your space on the bed. The cloud hovered and Harry’s chanting grew darker and louder and the sound of thunder rattled the windows and shook the bed.

You kept your eyes on Harry as he grew large. The glowing tattoos glittered and his teeth looked sharp, maybe like something you’d imagine a vampire’s teeth to look like.

You tried to take a breath but you realized his chant and the ritual he had begun placed you in a trance. You were aware but you were unable to speak or breathe or blink. Your lungs felt like they needed air but then you felt your limbs begin to tingle.

Without even seeing Harry move he was suddenly above you, his face inches from yours and his once dark eyes were now red like his mouth full of blood. You weren’t scared but you were in awe. His body had grown and his wings were larger than the bed you were on. A tale behind him whipped to the side and the steamy fog that had floated over your body had now taken up the space of the ceiling completely so that all you could see was the cloudy grey fog above.

Harry was beautiful. Breathtaking. You now could see it with your own eyes that he was part of a lineage of angels and demons that were created to be perfect. But you couldn’t voice this to him. You were stuck. You were unable to move.

Harry’s voice filled your head, “You’re perfect,” he said without moving his mouth. And you were compelled to part your lips with your eyes locked on his. You held your mouth open and the blood in Harry’s mouth was poured into your own. It tasted like metal and burnt wood. Without even swallowing the liquid drew down your throat and into your tummy and Harry’s hand grasped your jaw.

You realized his nails were digging into your skin when you felt the pinch of it, but it only made you more excited. His mouth dropped to your neck and you felt his sharp teeth puncture your skin and he pulled at your flesh to drink your blood.

The feeling of it made you dizzy, woozy, hot, aroused. Your head was filled with images of snakes slithering in and out of a circle of mud and then you saw an angel in white and a demon in black on either side of the circle of wet earth. They were chanting the same thing Harry had been. The grey sky above was a cloud that began to lower and thunder shook the ground.

When Harry removed his mouth from your neck your head cleared and you saw him again, above you but it felt like a dream. He began to move down your body and his wings folded back into his spine with a crunching echo. Harry’s nails gently scraped your flesh as he lowered himself. He never removed his eyes from yours.

Unable to move or breathe or speak you watched him as he placed his big palms over your tummy and continued his incantation. You knew the words he was speaking were a summons of fertility and protection. You could feel your heart pounding and your body reacted to his touch and his words with need and desire.

Harry’s gaze remained locked on yours when he brought his hands down over your hips and then to the warmest, softest spot between your legs, his chants slowing and softening.

You felt your insides heat up and burn when he pushed his fingers into your entrance and the bed shook, the deafening sound of thunder crashing around you. Harry’s fingers were inside of you and you could feel the sting of his nails dragging through you at the same time that you felt the pressure of your orgasm. It was as if you went from being aroused to being penetrated, and in mere seconds an orgasm was about to burst from your veins. It was not like anything you’d ever experienced but your body was not in your control. Harry was the master of you at that moment. He was willing an orgasm out of you. But you allowed it. You’d given him permission and full control of your body and its response.

The lava that filled your lungs and your veins and your insides began to surge out of your body and into Harry’s hand. You couldn’t moan or shout or reach for him for grounding as you came with a burst of light and thunder shaking the world. Your eyes went dark and you saw a creature in your vision. He had three heads and he held a book. One of the heads cried in sorrow, the other laughed maniacally, and the third recited from the book he held and watched you intently.

Shaken back to your present you opened your eyes and Harry was in his normal form, the one you’d been used to, and sat in between your legs naked and watching you silently. The room was calm and noiseless. The fog was gone. The sound of thunder had disappeared and now you could breathe, pulling air into your lungs, and feel your heart pounding in your chest.

“Harry?” You spoke with a shaky breath and Harry smiled as he leaned over you and kissed you hard. You pulled your arms up and around his back and he cupped your face, holding your head close to him.

Harry broke from the kiss and delicately rubbed a thumb over your face, “You’re okay. I needed to call on the spirits to watch, to witness what I’m going to do to you. They’re here but you can’t see them anymore. Are you ready, my love?”

You nodded. You knew that this would be part of the ritual. Harry had prepared you for it beforehand. He explained you’d see things that didn’t make sense and his form would change and then that during the performance you’d be watched as he filled you with his fertile seed and made you pregnant.

Harry moved back down your body and put his face right over your labia, licking upward and closed his eyes, “Praise be to The Almighty for his creation, this heady essence,” he looked at you and kissed your pussy before licking into your crease again and continuing his prayer of thanks, “Thanks to God for this willing soul and body to home the heir of an incubus. The womb of my choice before me is a gift,” another lick of his tongue into your arousal coating his mouth, “one I will happily receive and will complete my duty to maintain the balance The Almighty has required. Praise and thanks are due to God, The Almighty for making this creation. Amen.”

You scrunched your brow as you looked at Harry. Praying to God?

Harry grinned as he saw the look on your face, “Why not? He is the creator. It’s because of him that this is possible at all. Your body,” Harry spoke in a raspy voice as he smoothed his hands up from your thighs to your hips, “your womb… these tits,” he brushed the tips of his fingers over the peeks of your nipples, “the breath in your lungs, the pout on these lips,” he lowered his mouth to kiss yours before situating himself between your legs, “this very moment, your need, your smell, your soul… it’s all here for me to defile. Praise God,” Harry laughed at his sacrilegious spiel. You laughed.

“Shall we begin?” Harry spoke as he hovered over you, positioning your body under him with his cock pressed at your opening.

You nodded and Harry kept his eyes on yours as he finally pushed his bulbous crown into your entrance, his plunge inward slicing into your walls and pushing them apart with his big demon cock. You gasped at the same time Harry did. And you knew this was it. Harry would need to put on a bit of a show for the spirits who were present. It was part of the ancient promise he made long ago and something he rather enjoyed doing. But now, being able to do it with you would be something inexplicable. He was ready to fuck his heir into you, to answer his calling.

Harry groaned deeply as he began to stuff himself into you further. His big cock was overwhelming your insides. You always knew he was big and he always felt big inside of you but you never had trouble taking him. But now, the width and his length felt even more sizable. You weren’t sure if his cock was actually larger or if that was just part of how it felt to be on the receiving end of the impregnation ritual.

You cried out when his cock slipped out then he forced it back in. Your body jolted upward and Harry repeated his heavy thrusts. Over and over again your body was rocked upward and the bed, which was sturdy and seemed like it wouldn’t be easily moved, was shaking and dipping under Harry’s intense pounding. It felt like you’d split in two.

You were wet in a way that seemed impossible, though, and it created a slippery hole for Harry’s big cock. Your body was enjoying the intrusion, the way you were being spread apart, the ache, the pinch of pain.

Harry’s muscles flexed and his body worked his prick in and out of you with astonishing strength. Your mind wandered for a moment to what a human woman would have felt when Harry was doing this. It must have been far more painful because if you were feeling the pain, certainly a human woman would feel it much worse. And you enjoyed a bit of pain.

You sucked in a sharp breath when Harry slowed his movement after grinding himself in so deep you felt it in your stomach. He watched himself disappear into you and the way your pussy gripped around him. It was beautiful. He groaned in a laugh, “Look at this. See how you take it.”

You pushed yourself up to look down at where you were connected and you gasped in surprise, your eyes widening. You looked up to Harry’s face and then back down to where his cock was moving into you. He was bigger. His cock was so large and you looked so small in comparison.

“It’s so big. Why?” You moaned your words as Harry filled you with his fleshy and thick cock over and over again.

Harry brought a hand down to your pussy and pressed his fingers to your labia where you were gripping him as he slicked himself inward, “It just happens. When it’s time for my semen to enter a womb it makes my cock swell and grow. Even more than it does normally.”

“Oohh… it’s so thick…” you cooed looking from where his dick was shiny and covered in you up to his face, “… this is what it looks like when you breed someone?”

Harry groaned and moved his hands upward to your tits, “Yes. Fuck baby… gonna fill you up and breed your cunt.”

You keened at his words and the way he felt moving into you. You imagined yourself carrying Harry’s heir. Your heir. Your belly would grow and you’d become a mom.

You’d be a mother to a baby. A mother.

You suddenly felt the tiniest bit of worry. You knew what you were getting into but at that moment, things were very real. Harry was going to get you pregnant. The ritual had begun, but that didn’t mean your mind didn’t wander.

Harry slowed down a little and repositioned so he was laying over your body, his face inches above yours. He put his hands up and cradled the back of your head and sloppily pushed in and pulled back with languid and slow strokes.

“Y/n… I can hear those doubts. But I love you. You're my mate. My only one. I will do everything I can to make this perfect for you. I’ll serve you,” he poked deep into your insides as he continued, “I’ll worship you, take care of everything you need and want. You won’t have to lift a single finger,” the noise of Harry’s heavy prick grinding into you squelched as he continued gently rocking into you, “You’re my whole world. My queen. My angel,” he looked down at you as he spoke, “Don’t worry about anything… my little lemon love,” he gasped a breath at how his cock was squeezed and coated by you.

You laughed at his use of the nickname and nodded, “I love you, Harry. This feels so good… ahhhh…” you lifted your head upward to connect your lips to Harry’s. You wanted to feel him on your mouth and in your pussy at the same time. His tongue licking into your mouth, and his cock thrusting through your walls.

Harry moaned into your sweet mouth. He was in his element. This was when his incubus nature could really shine. He would fuck you over and over and over again this night. He would come inside of you many times and impregnate you.

Normally, during the ritual, he’d fuck and come once. It was all that was required. But sometimes, he felt like he needed to really solidify his ability and soothe his urge. There were times in the past when a female was particularly enticing and her smell was too delicious to just have one time during impregnation. Harry had a primal side afterall. He’d been fucking since the middle stone ages. Things were different then and his experiences had evolved over time. Back then he didn’t take a lot of time or care to impregnate. But as he aged and learned and humanity influenced him in his quest he realized he’d been missing out on the way it could be a joy to impregnate. Especially certain women.

Some women would get the full experience, others would just get pregnant. But Harry loved showing women a good time during the ritual. He liked giving pleasure, he learned. Because the response was much better and it fed his ego. He liked being good at what he did.

And with you, well there was no question about what kind of experience he’d give you. Not only could you handle him better than any human, but he was also obsessed with you and your scent and he loved making you come. Because he felt it when you came. Having an orgasm with his bonded mate was something on a different level. He felt your orgasm in his body and you felt his. There was nothing like it. Nothing.

He'd been having sex for thousands of years but you were the first he’d experienced bonded sex with and it changed him the first time he felt it. If he thought he was obsessed with sex before, it was nothing like what he needed now. But it was you he was obsessed with.

And you did feel so deeply for him and you knew it was different. This was going to change everything but you could set aside your worry because Harry would be with you in this.

The lights in the chandelier began to flicker and the room became thick with his scent and yours. Your senses were suddenly on fire. Every single movement that Harry made was felt and you sensed his body and the pleasure coursing through his veins searing into your own. The increased speed of his thrusts had you coughing out grunts when he rammed in deeply.

“Oh! Harry! I’m… fuck!” Your stomach boiled and your slickness was drenching everything under you. Harry set his eyes on yours and the look on his face was lust and love and need.

“Feel it, my love. Feel yourself open up to allow your body to accept getting filled with my sperm. It’s coming… My cock is pushing you open,” Harry grunted his words and moaned loudly, deeply.

You felt something being stuffed behind your head and opened your eyes again, Harry had angled you upward so you could see it. So you could watch as he filled you up and very moment you’d become pregnant. He didn’t need to say that’s what he was doing. You could hear his filthy thoughts.

You watched the carnal act happening between your legs. Everything was wet. The hair at the base of Harry’s dick was drenched in you, the sound of his cock sinking into you, the way cool air hit your bum and pussy when Harry reared back for a moment before burying himself back in… and the scent. Your sense of smell had always been very good but you loved the way you smelled when you were turned on mixed with Harry’s sweat.

Harry was huffing and grunting as he rutted into you. You could feel his orgasm approaching just as yours was. You gasped at the ache it caused you, he was holding it back so he could come with you and the hint of pain in his balls could be felt inside of you.

“Ah… fuck Harry, I’m coming…” you whined as you felt your pussy pulse and grip around his thick cock and Harry wailed out loudly as he finally poured his seed into you. He didn’t stop his heavy thrusts as he spurted hot come into your body, ramming himself in as deeply as he could go, coating your insides and shivering with the feel of your orgasm and his mixed in blissfully.

You felt like your heart stopped beating as you came. Your insides opened for him and your walls swallowed all that he gave you. The thick air choked your lungs and you cried out Harry’s name over and over again as if the words were oxygen for you.

When Harry couldn’t continue stuffing himself into you any deeper he stilled his hips and his labored breathing was heard in the room. You were spent. But it wasn’t over yet.

The orgasm was the beginning of the impregnation ritual. Now Harry’s cock would stay inside of you, keeping his seed pressed deeply in, his slit would continue to leak more come as your body drank it in. He explained to you that it would come after the orgasm.

Harry lowered himself over you and took your hand in his, moving your arm upward and bending it at the elbow, and kissed your lips. His cock was still hard and you could feel him continuing to pulse and twitch inside of you as he continued to drain himself. You could feel Harry’s ecstasy the whole time. He’d already come but his body was still experiencing the euphoria of the orgasm as his body released everything into you.

His hot mouth covered yours as he licked and kissed you. He squeezed your hand and brought his other hand under your head with his lips still on you.

It was simply erotic and intimate. There could be no other way to describe the moments that followed your orgasms. You were both reeling from the deliciousness but still connected and still in the moment. Still feeling everything around and inside of you.

“You’re gonna be a mommy, Y/n…” Harry spoke against your lips in a deep voice before he continued kissing you wetly.

You moaned and scratched your fingers down the expanse of his back with your free hand. You were gonna be a mom. Harry’s sperm would fill you up and impregnate you. Soon you’d be carrying his heir. Your heir.

Suddenly the lights that had been flickering went out and the row of candles over the mantle of the fireplace was all that was left to light the room.

You felt wind surround your body and Harry’s and then a low howl sounded in the room before the lights came back on and the room was still and quiet.

Harry backed away from the kiss and looked down at you with a soft smile and lidded eyes, “Baby… how do you feel?”

He kept your hand in his and the hand behind your head that cradled your cranium was rubbing at your scalp.

You smoothed your hand upward to his shoulders and smiled, “So good. Is it… is it done?”

Harry’s bright green eyes were soft and searching your face as he nodded, “Yes. The spirits have left and now you’re carrying my heir. Our heir.”

The ritual was complete the first time Harry came inside of you that night. But he took advantage of his state all night. You two rested between orgasms but he made sure that every time he came he was pumping his come inside your pussy, “Just to be sure,” he said. Though you both knew it was done, he loved filling your cunt with his warm come.

And you really wanted to know what it was like to have him in your mouth in his current state. Harry was licking down your body and had just dipped his tongue into your belly button when you sat up and pushed your fingers into his hair and lifted his head, “Let me have you in my mouth.”

Harry quickly fell to his back, put his hands behind his head, and spread his legs for you. You climbed between his thighs and grinned at him as you kneeled down and licked his tip, “Gonna try to take you in all the way,” you whispered as you eyed his massive cock. Harry was breathing heavily through his nose as he watched you push your lips to the side of his length and sponged soft kisses upward.

But then you moved your eyes back up to look at Harry and began to drag your teeth along his hard cock. Harry’s mouth dropped open as he watched you.

You licked with your tongue and then scraped with your teeth lightly along his tender skin. Harry panted out a whine and then spread his thighs apart further as he lifted himself to see better.

“Your heart,” you mumbled your words over his shaft, “your spirit, your heir,” you licked upward and then lowered back down to his base, “your come, your cock, your body…” baring your teeth you followed the path you’d just licked with your teeth until you reached his frenulum, “all belong to me now. You’re mine.”

Harry gasped and let out a breathy high-pitched moan as you opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around his tip, lapping his salty slit and then using your teeth on the underside of his tip, pressing into his frenulum.

You lowered yourself and tasted your arousal all over him. His cock was coated in your juices, though it had dried a little because he’d been eating you out and licking your body before you’d gotten to this point.

You sucked him in and opened your mouth wide to get deeper as you suctioned as hard as you could. You weren’t too worried about your teeth getting in the way. It was going to be impossible not to have some teeth action with how wide he was. But you could tell already he didn’t care.

Harry was mumbling and panting as he watched you work. You pushed yourself down further and felt his tip reach the back of your throat but you wanted to take all of him.

You put your eyes back on his and swallowed over his tip as your teeth were pinching him just enough to have him squirm and whimper. This pleased you.

Even though he was so big at the moment (big in general but especially large for the ritual) you realized you could bring him into your throat and push down until your lips met the thatch of hair at his base. You liked it. You did have to pull up to get air more often but this was your best work.

“Fuuuckk… angel…” Harry was unable to make sense of much of his mumbled words and choked moans, but you heard his praises loud and clear as you glided your mouth and throat over him.

Before he could come you slowed your motions. You had drool dripping off from your chin and Harry’s face was pink and his deep breaths were ragged. You traced your teeth up his length and ghosted them over his tip and Harry grunted as he quickly sat up.

It happened so fast his motions as he reached for you and dragged you into his lap before plunging himself into your slick pussy. He coughed out a loud moan and came inside of you, his face twisting up in agonizing delight. He told you he only wanted to come inside of your pussy all night and he meant it. You felt him flood your walls and you put your hands around the back of his neck and moaned praises to him, “Fill me up. I love it, Harry.”

And you paused suddenly as Harry was releasing into you and something came over you to call him something you’d never called him before. Something you’d had no interest in before that moment, but now it seemed in context to what was happening, “Give me your babies, Daddy.”

Harry clenched his jaw and sputtered out a curse as he smashed his lips to yours and bucked upward into you a few more times.

“Fuck, angel… You’re gonna make me a Daddy, huh?” Harry’s rough laugh was deep and he kept kissing you as he spoke his words.

Technically, Harry was already a dad. He’d sired many babies to many women over his lifetime. But this time he was going to be a dad. He would be a father to this heir because it was with his bonded mate.

“Yes, you want that?” Your words were muffled as he continued pressing his lips to yours.

“Fuck yes. Daddy wants to give you so many babies…” Harry was breathless when he spoke but you laughed at that. You weren’t sure you wanted so many babies, but you could start with the one.

When Harry finished pumping into you he laid you back and continued where he left off before you went down on him. Kissing down from your jaw to your breasts and to your belly button, and then put his lips on your pussy and drew into his mouth his come that dripped from you.

He pushed himself up to hover over you and you opened your mouth wide as he spat his come onto your tongue. He watched you swallow it and smiled down at you, “I love you.”

Harry called for room service. Yes, of course, Satan’s manor had staff. It was a little like a hotel. But the only people allowed to stay were those he specifically invited.

And once again, the food was delightful. Harry wanted to make sure you were fed and full of more than just himself.

You two lazed on the bed eating and drinking wearing nothing but sweat and smiles.

Harry’s wicked smirk got your attention, though, as you licked cream from your fingers and you squinted at him, already knowing his thoughts.

“You’re a pervert, Mr. Styles.”

Harry licked his lips and sat up, his heavy cock still hard and hanging between his legs.

“I can’t argue with that assessment,” he said when he began to crawl over you. He lowered his face and sniffed upward from your hips to your breasts and up to your neck before licking and biting your skin.

You laughed when his force pushed you down and the plate you’d just been eating from fell from your lap and spilled the cake onto the bed next to your hip.

Harry pushed your legs apart and glass crashed to the floor when your knee hit the tray and dipped into the bowl of fruit, the sweet frosting from the cake smearing onto the skin of your upper thigh.

But you didn’t care about any of that. You were with the man of your dreams. The one who’d show you everything there was to know. The one you’d be with for all time. The one you shared your heart with. The one who loved you unconditionally and without question. He filled your heart and your soul and your body so completely that you’d never feel alone or afraid again.

And it was just the beginning of everything.

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[theheartofthestar]

Prompt 19 - Angel/Demon AU

@wolfstarmicrofic April 19th - 423 words

"You need to stop telling him that being nice to people is the right thing to do!!" The demon says as soon as the three of them are alone in the bedroom.

"You need to stop encouraging him into fights!!" The angel presses an accusatory finger into the demon's chest.

"He needs to learn to stand up for himself!"

"He needs to stay safe!"

"You both need to stop telling me what to do!" Harry snaps, and it cuts both angel and demon short. "I'm not a child anymore, alright?! I can make my own choices!!"

And with that, he closes the bathroom door with a loud bang.

"Great, now you've made the poor kid cry" Remus scowls at the demon.

"I made him cry? You're the one who's always bringing up the flames of hell stuff!" Sirius is so offended that Remus is trying to blame this one on him. They both know Harry would be crying in the bathroom regardless, he's quick to tears under any kind of strong feeling. They were both there when Harry teared up seeing those puppies last week. They were very cute puppies, but that's beside the point.

"As motivation!" Remus huffs, and pulls a cigarette out.

"Well it's motivating me to want to commit arson is what it's doing" Sirius grumbles as he watches the Angel light his fag. It's a godly cigarette, so it'll smell like daisies or spring clouds or something ridiculous like that. Sirius is too proud to ask the angel for one, but Remus offers one anyway. They've known each other for a long time.

They stay silent.

"You cannot tell me that Dudley kid didn't deserve the punch in the face he got" Sirius grunts, lifting himself up to sit in the windowsill.

"Harry's got a mean right hook" Remus says, and the demon can tell he's fighting a smirk.

"Almost like his old man, huh" Sirius tries to go for a playful tone, but it falls flat. James had been their favorite kid, and the sadness over his death still weights heavily on them both.

"Stop encouraging him into fights, he's gonna get kicked out of school" Remus says, and it's an argument as old as time.

"He's not" Sirius scoffs

"Is too"

"Is not, and if he were, I know where that old headmaster lives" Sirius says. Dumblepants doesn't stand a chance.

"You really need to to tone down the arson, Pads" the angel says. Sirius barks a laugh, Remus really knows him well.

[hybrix-hijinx]

Cascada Bad Boy Nightcore Lookin Ass

An old doodle from before leokumi week, and before I had Leo's more finalized design figured out/worked out feather details with Takumi's

[rumbleonthemill]

College+angel/demon au sketches

Nicky is kinda freshman around age 25 and Theodore is near 30. They are learning uh..about love lol

[perexcri]

si vis amari, ama

part i: memento homo, quia pulvis eris et in pulverem reverteris

[remember, man, that you are dust, and to dust you shall return]

There’s a monster with gaping jaws in Mike’s chest, and it is desire; there’s a prophetic oblivion calling his name, and it is want. Both are the root of sin, and both have dug deep into his guts and veins and ink-black blood.

Will, however, seems to waver in that gray space between good and evil, virtue and sin: even his appearance marks this, with his hair that flickers between dark chocolate and ruddy blond in his light, eyes a dark brown spiked through with crushed bits of bright green, skin tanned to a nice shade contrasting with the iridescent light of his tattoos. In his strict adherence to the ways of the Holy One, he’s somehow managed to fall a bit from grace, and the messages he gives, though mixed, are comforting to Mike.

You are not beyond redemption, he seems to say with each meeting and conversation and glint in his eyes, and I am not beyond sin.

Or: After being forced to tend to souls in the wasteland between Heaven and Hell, Mike is given a mission: deceive an angel into leading him to the gates of Heaven.

part 1/7 of the bday gift for my dearly beloved @cherryisgone is here :D it’s got all kinds of fun things: angel/demon au, enemies to lovers, some ineffable husbands vibes, a self-indulgent amount of religious imagery, and, of course, lots of stuff i wrote in the middle of church!!

i’ll be posting once a day until it’s all done (because if Will Byers got a week-long celebration in this fandom then am i definitely gonna make sure my friend gets a week-long celebration too 😌✨), so expect to see more of this popping up in the coming days~

[and shout out to this angel!Will fanart by @byleranalysis that really kick-started my inspiration for this fic!!]

[preet-01]

aahhh i can't decide!!!

Dewis - M

for the ask game please!

M — Angel/Demon

Angels and demons didn’t mix.

They resided on opposite ends of the spectrum, never to mingle and cohabitate. Angels in heaven, demons in hell, and humans in between separating them.

But sometimes, very rarely, they snuck past the gates and traversed the Earth.

Lewis often found himself sneaking away from the fiery gates of hell to walk amongst the humans and live as they did. There was something so beautiful about the humans that Lewis wanted to figure out for himself.

How could humans live daily in juxtapositions and obvious conflicts within themselves? How could humans find happiness in the smallest of things and sadness in the smallest of things? It was never black and white with them, but a range of grays spanning between the opposite ends.

Despite his years spent on Earth, Lewis didn't understand how humans lived until he met Daniel.

Daniel wasn't a human, Lewis could tell that much by how he stumbled around naively. And he wasn't from hell, Lewis would remember that face.

He had to be from heaven. An angel because that was the face of an angel in Lewis' opinion.

Angels and demons don't mix, but when Lewis meets Daniel, he wants them to mix among other things.

____

Daniel snuck out of heaven on a dare.

A game played out of boredom had left him to walk among the humans and live like they do. But as it turns out, Daniel was not very good at living like the humans do. He didn't understand them, nor did he think he ever would.

They lived life in a series of conflicts that didn't make sense. They hate big corporations, but love buying stuff on Amazon. They wanted happiness and peace but chose anger and war. All choices were bad in the end, but some choices were worse than others and even the good choices were bad choices if you really thought about it. Which really made Daniel's head hurt as he tried to find rationalizations and explanations that simply were not there.

Despite not understanding the humans, Daniel is able to understand when he's being followed or watched. He was an angel after all.

"You have been following me," Daniel says when he's finally able to corner the man who had been watching him. Not human or an angel, demon.

Daniel didn't realize that demons could be beautiful. The other angels always told him they were hideous creatures condemned to the fiery pits of hell and never to see light. But this man - demon - was not hideous, far from it actually.

"You're not human," he says, stepping closer to Daniel.

"Neither are you," Daniel retorts. He doesn't step back, just stays where he was while the man gets closer. Daniel wouldn't mind this beautiful demon near him. Isn't that the most human thing he could do while on Earth? Ignore all the conflicts within himself about heaven and hell for a night of fun with a handsome man.

[weirdcursedvaultkid]

annoying as hell/heaven

[icedmetaltea]

Mmmm for art ideas maybe combine your favorite au (of your's or someone else's) with something Halloween related? Like costumes, trick or treating or more spooky stuff?

Been a while since I drew this dude so here ya goo ( I am very uncreative ugoihrjhgurekjgergbierk)

Wanna do a trick or treating doodle of some other au as well but not sure which yet!

Thank you for the suggestion! Sorry for being late ; o ; Am slow

[datshitrandom]

tbhhh ur comments on my fic made me want to write a full angel/demon au with lore and backstory and everything so thank you i may just have to do that now ❤️❤️❤️

hehe… sorry 😅♡?

but not really because that au of yours is glorious and i LOVE it and now i'll know when was that first kiss lol, so your welcome ;)))))

[autisticvampireclub]

Some sketches for my pikmin angel/demon au I’ve been Going Nuts about on discord. Angel santi and oooooaahghhgh little bebes….. (Bernard & santi as lil angels)