#demon harry au

[muffindaddystyles]

Harry’s an asshole considering the genre of creature he’s and Y/N’s a sweetheart (continuous one shots)

Word Count: 1.2k.

Authors Note: These will be short for the sanity of my mental health. I’m trying to write after 6months of hell. Please, do appreciate my effort by reblogging and leaving feedbacks.

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Blaring shriek whistles away with a celestial energy as the bullet train passes by in it’s full speed. Y/N pules indolently. Her joints feels lit on fire. Her head spinning and her vision blurry from her cry-session before. Her soul senseless to the happenings that’s taking behind her back in that shady corner of the tube’s stairs.

A man crying for help. Choking onto breath as his skin takes a colour of darkness. Eyeballs rolling back to prominent just the whites in them. Y/N’s ears perks up at the eerie scratching noise of nails raking down the grubby wall but her brain ignores it, makes it fly over her head.

She feels the same. Flying over the gates of heaven, candy clouds and glittery rainbows invades her all around.

“Sleep little baby.”

“The little baby doesn’t want to sleep.”

“The jumbie will eat him.”

Y/N sing-songs the lullaby her mother used to hum to her. It used to creep her in her childhood. The thought of a demon named Jumbie breaking into her home and eating her alive used to have her pants wet. But, now as she giggles the lullaby out. Capering and swaying from one feet to another all while hanging at the edge of the platform. It feels calm, numbing to her feelings and chaos whirling inside her.

Her sweet voice that of a siren bounces against the murky floors of the tube catching the attention of a creature that had their eyes already fixated on the human while they siphoned a soul that was meant for hell.

“The soucouyant will suck his blood and the witch—-“ Y/N’s intoxicated eyes shutter opens wide awake, her neck put at a weird angle and her arms stuck above her hip while she screams at the top of her lungs from the fear of getting her skull cracked against the metal frame of speedy passing train - but - there’s someone whose burning grip on her arm keeps her safe from falling and both giving her a heart-attack by not letting her move away from her death itself.

From her clumsiness and stupidness she was about to come under the train.

“You fucking twat!” Y/N squeaks out a hiss when a furious crotchety voice boomed almost quaking the walls on their spot, “Dumb fucking humans.” That just confuses Y/N more but just like any other thing, this also flies over her head and all she does when the adrenalin of dying pacifies down in her veins is that she grins up at whoever just shouted at her.

That grin flatters. The man in his twenties. Tall enough for her to look like a pea infront of him. With sensual pastoral eyes. Cinnamon chocolaty curls. Handsome, clean-shaved face and a jaw carved out of white stone is burning her alive with his intense angry glare.

Harry’s outraged with annoyance that because of this girl he had to let a foul soul slip from his hand.

He did an Angels work by protecting her. What a dumb fucking donkey he’s to be rescuing a human. He grumps to himself. Regretting to go out his way. His demon-ly ways.

He was unable to resist. When his eyes caught a girl in sheer white frock, dancing and signing her heart out - his rotten fingers slipped away from around the corrupt man’s throat. When her black leather jacket fell first on the train tracks his instincts were quick to leap in and pull her back but make her lick the taste of her own stupid medicine cruelly.

Why’s he feeling awful under her soft gaze!? What the fucks wrong with you? You fucking dog of Lucifer!?!?!?!!!!

Harry’s screaming internally at himself. Her bright soft aura almost fooled him to think she was an Angel. The pinks of her eyes making her seem high on the heavens water.

His grip tightens, rather protectively than to hurt her to get his revenge out of annoyance and he glowers his own hand as if to scold it.

“Youuu fuckin’ twattt!” Y/N giggles hysterically mimicking his northern accent with all of the dramatics and twists of mouth, “Oi what was that for!?” Y/N huffs stumbling backwards as Harry flicks her on forehead. He actually wanted to convert her into a mouse so she would be running around this awfully nasty train tube, slipping onto the gutter murk and trying to save herself from getting squished under human boots, for that she looks like a person who’s a clean freak.

Harry turns away from her with an irate roll of his mean eyes and Y/N gasps grumpily, “Oi!” She hiccups a bubble of whatever alcoholic drink she chugged down. Trying to grasp onto his bicep. He’s too bulk for her small hands.

His voice low and monotone as he brushes her off easily, without a remorse, “Don’t you’ve a home to go to you little rat.” His thumbs twitches in his fist not bearing her cold velvet touch on his skin. His lips thins into exasperation. Vexed sigh gurgling within depths of his chest when Y/N leans all over him practically melting into his back, her cheek cutely squished against his sharp shoulder blade as she hugs his arm for life.

What in the clingy fucking fuck.

“Nooooo…” She baubles out sadly. Her pout wavering and her chin wobbling with tears popping and glistening on her waterline.

“Shoo away you rat.” Harry all but ignores her act shrugging his arm to get rid of her instead she wraps herself more securely around him, where she’s just his other skin.

He groans stomping his custom Gucci shoes harshly against the floor. Thumbing at his eyes crudely and tugging at his own curls madly, before snapping his fingers and vanishing into thin air.

Going invisible while being there, inches away from her.

Y/N blinks her eyes inhumanely possible. Taking a 360 of her space and seeing just a couple sitting far off at the bench, her heart shrinks down to her stomach.

Her knees weakens, the heat from her cheeks drains to reveal paleness and Harry smirks, having his lil fun in getting her shit her pants but his own plan blows at him when she flops on her knees drunkenly and starts to cry, with loud shaky sobs and big fat tears.

“Where did you gooooaaaaa!!?” A string of saliva attaches from her bottom lip to her upper one as she opens her mouth wide enough to stuff two Big Macs while she whined and cried, she’s a proper misery party. Her eyes swollen and wet, shut brutally tight that even the tears are finding their way to slip out.

“Can you please shut up?” Harry pops out of blue making himself visible again and she yips out in surprise finding him shadowing over her face mere threads away. A stinging smack echoes in the air, her hand comes in contact to his cheek and if he hadn’t asked the Lucifer to stone him to death he will now after getting slapped by a girl who’s a fucking mortal.

Out of her fright and flight mode her hand flew to land against his cheek and to compensate that, her short length arms instantly weaved around his neck, Harry’s dead heart almost revives to life upon his first humanly hug after centuries of blankness.

“I’m so sorry—- please don’t leave me…” She weeps into his neck in sheer panic and fright, twisting the collar of his black shirt.

Harry just keeps his arms to himself. Shutting his eyelids into defeat and irritation.

“What a fucking torture of a human you’re, little rat.”

He’s about to count his days on the same watch Lucifer gifted him.

[retiredpeach]

Hogwarts!AU wangxian

Imagine wwx dragging every weird creature he can find for lwj to see

[1800titz]

Okay, I wanted to write a TEENY bit amidst my frantic workload. Here we have just a crumb of that incubusrry idea. What do we think?

She’d fallen asleep. When had she fallen asleep?

The man at the foot of her bed is a shadow — face veiled by the angle of the dusk. His stature, though — broad, visibly — is enhanced by the traces of the sunset that streak through the window he eclipses. It builds him and cascades over his shape, and her eyes bound and imbibe in slivers. His waistline, his parted thighs, the crest of his shoulders, his arms, ominously at his sides. His head, tilted just a tad. 

Mila should be scared. She should be so scared to see this foreboding shadow of a masculine figure at the foot of her bed. Chills should thrive down her arms under the circumstances, terror should curl over the skin of her bones and manifest in a blood-curdling scream, expelled by her lungs. Pumping, pumping, pumping blood, her heart should be racing — Mila should be petrified. 

She isn’t. Instead, she finds ease in his presence. There’s an oddly ironic comfort to his company — a soothing sentiment that muzzles her racing thoughts and stifles what would typically be a hammering behind her ribcage. And when he speaks, his voice is a velvety croon that envelops her like a weighted blanket. He says her name. Two syllables that roll off his tongue with songlike cadence holding no tune. And it’s pleasant — his voice. Deep in inflection, a sweet melody to her half-awake eardrums, dreamy like a lewd fantasy in her REM cycle. It’s familiar, it’s the same voice she’s heard grazing against her ear, in the middle of the night, when he’s on top, his weight warm over her, when his hips rock against her own, when he stretches her with his cock. Mila, Mila, Mila, you’re so wet for me. When he slips his forearm between her back and the mattress, winding it and flipping their position with what seems like preternatural strength; Mila, Mila, Mila, bounce on my cock for me, baby. Just like that. And so she does — she follows the guide of his voice like a lifeline, lured by his song, siren-like. Lured by his touch, when he cocks his head up at her and squeezes her jaw in his colossal palm, the pads of his digits pressing into her cheeks. His hands are always a relief — they always carry a bit of a chill, they always soothe the feverish burnish of her own flesh (that a rendezvous with the man always seems to incite). That same jaw unhinges, an aimless mewl escaping when he grinds up and hits something extraordinary within her at a ridge, and he ogles her newly parted, strawberry mouth with eyes glazed by lust. He uses the opportunity to slide his thumb across and brush it against her tongue. 

“I know, baby, I know,” is what he tells her, his tone gentle like the soft touch squeezing over her love handle — he uses that to maneuver her hips, just gliding back and forth over him. It hits all the right spots. He hits all the right spots. He’s a dream. Literally. 

She’s dreaming, the young woman convinces herself — she’s dreaming about dreaming of him. He looms over her in hues of darkness that paint his muscles, and those muscles flex when moves to disrobe. Yes. Yes. Yes. 

“Mila,” she hears him beckon again. This one is sing-song-y and tailed by the subsequent sound of a belt buckle clinking. Leather yanked through linen loops. Her chest rolls on her breath. Yes, yes—

This is a dream. This is a very lucid dream, Mila thinks, but it feels very real when his touch cradles her bare ankle —the blanket’s been kicked off from her feet at some point or another. His cool touch presses over the joint, and his thumb swipes over the bone before the foot of the bed dips. He’s pasted a knee onto it, and Mila watches his form in motion, bathed in shadow.

“Gonna be a good girl and let me make you feel good tonight?”  

[jarofstyles]

FICTOBER DAY 20- Safe With You

PREQUEL FROM THE DEMON BLURB FROM BEFORE! I WILL LINK. 

FICTOBER

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WC- 1.1k

Warnings- demon!Harry, Witch!YN, Mention of murder, attempted robbery, ritual mention, blood, etc

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Y/N leaned into the man, feeling his arms wrapped around her as his lips pressed lazily to her neck. His cool nose tickled her a bit, making her shiver and both of them laugh as he continued showering her in soft affections. Affections she would have never in a million years expected from a demon, of all creatures. 

Her accidental summoning of him had been from a spell gone wrong, a mismatched ingredient. She had thought it odd when she grabbed the Bella Donna but followed the instructions. He had appeared, and life had never been the same. 

It was a case of spooked Witch versus smug Demon, who had kicked his feet up on her bed while she had scoured through her book to see how to send him back. Fortunately for them, she didn’t find it. After three days, their bickering had broken their odd sexual frustration and they’d fallen into a state of need only met with his cock sinking into the warmth of her cunt, making her finish over and over again. Something she hadn’t known she needed that badly until she had gotten it. It had been 2 weeks now, their routine a weird comfort now as he worked in the back of her shop on the poisonous herbs and she worked in the front. Today had been one she hadn’t expected, an attempted robbery stopped very quickly with Harry’s presence enough to scare the man away- but he hadn’t let it be. Coming back with blood on his hands, she had closed up early and refrained from asking questions, running them a bath that he happily settled into, holding her close. 

The lavender infused bath water was warm, her chanted spell keeping it so until they decided to get out. The purple water shimmered as it moved, enchanted baths coming with that perk. The scent relaxed them and the spell helped the day’s stress melt away the longer they stayed in it. 

“Can’t believe the audacity.” He mumbled, bringing the cloth up and washing her in the warm water. “You won't have to worry about that again, little goddess.” His promise was clear and part of her didn’t want to know to what extent. She would turn a blind eye if need be, as long as it was only on serious occasions. He was a demon and she’d been reminded of that reality today. Harry had never been more serious in his life, his arrogant humor wiped away the rest of the day as he had stewed in his anger. He wished he could take care of the pathetic thief again, take his time with it, but he had to return to Y/N quickly.

“I feel safe with you… oddly enough.” She laughed under her breath, leaning her head back on him as she allowed him to wash her. “Y’know, I forget you’re a demon. I just think of you as… a very handsome man who is suddenly staying in my home. Who’s got a talented tongue.” A slew of giggles left her as he blew a raspberry against her neck, tickling her skin and making her squirm with an embarrassing squeal. His own laughter filtered in her ears, making her light inside gleam just a bit brighter. 

“Oh? Little Goddess being filthy at the end of that. But I’ll take the compliment of being very handsome. Being good with my tongue is just a fact. S’hard not to enjoy it when you taste as good as you do.” He purred, settling his hand on her lower stomach. It got a little more serious when he continued to speak. “I’m glad you see me in such a way. I was wondering if you’d be able to… see past the legends and get to know me yourself. I should have known you would, but I was pleasantly surprised that you let me touch you like this… let me stay with you.” 

Y/N smiled to herself, bringing his other wet hand to curl around her shoulders and locked in place. “I feel safe in your arms. I know that you will protect me. Somehow, you seem to like me.” She teased lightheartedly. “I know what people say of Witches. I know… they say we are dangerous too, that we take advantage of people for our own gain, all of the nasty things that aren’t true. I was nervous, at first, especially because you were intimidating but… It wasn’t fair of me to not give you a chance and be kind when It was my fault you were summoned here to begin with.” 

That had the creature thinking. Rubbing her damp shoulder, with his thumb, he felt her silky skin and remembered how lucky he was that she did that. That he was lucky she didn’t specialize in dark arts and cast him back to hell. Her ignorance was his bliss. He felt a pull to the Witch, one that made him feel tethered to her in a good way. The first time he hadn’t wanted to pull up his pants and leave after a fuck, where he just kissed and kissed and kissed her until he found his way between her plushy thighs all over again. He laid in her bed as she slept, proper domestic, stroking her hair and sometimes popping into her dreams- which she would always roll her eyes but welcome. It was rather unusual. 

He wanted to keep her. Keep this feeling of bliss. She was another magical being, someone that walked amongst the humans but wouldn’t age. He wanted her bound to him, but he had to imagine how. She’d forgiven his multiple bouts of attitude and temper, soothed him, made him feel comfortable with intimacy- all things he never imagined or wanted before he had another being who could provide that for him. So he continued to follow her around like a lost puppy, more like a guard dog if you asked him, waiting to hear from the big boss downstairs for a task to do on earth. He wanted to stay here, with Y/N. 

“I’m happy you summoned me.” The demon kissed her jaw, feeling her warmth sinking into him. “I’m glad you feel safe with me. You are. I’d kill for you, little goddess. Countless times.” Tilting her head to the side, he captured her lips and felt her returning it immediately. He had to show how serious he was. 

He’d kill for her. He already had.

[gurugirl]

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

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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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[wonderlandficarchive]

supernatural au

demon

demon!harry series by @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy 

angel!reader & demon!harry series by @harryhoney-bee 

tales from the modern incubus series by @gurugirl 

sensitive wings blurb by @harryforvogue 

angel!y/n is pissed off at demon!harry & he knows just how to fix it by @harryforvogue 

the abyss by @harryforvogue 

new rules by @honeyskins

y/n catches harry stealing blood and things get messy by @jawllines

- part two

vampire

chiaroscuro by @moonchildstyles

vampire!harry concepts by @erodasfishtacos 

you’re someone i just want around series (ongoing) by @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy 

beauty & the beast series (unfinished) by @jarofstyles

werewolf

werewolves exist, harry hates y/n, & niall eats a lot by @jawllines 

- part two: werewolves still exist, harry hated y/n, and niall’s tired of explaining stuff

blurb by @jawllines

werewolf!h blurbs by @erodasfishtacos 

werewolf!h oneshots by @erodasfishtacos 

a/b/o

alpha!h & omega!y/n series by @harryhoney-bee 

nest by @moonchildstyles

harry and y/n hate each other…but things change by @jawllines 

alpha harry helps innocent y/n in her first heat by @jawllines

- part two

alpha!harry finds a scared, confused, & recently turned omega!y/n by @jawllines

mermaid/siren

deep end series (on going) by @heyyyharry 

y/n didn’t know mermaids exist & harry can’t stand humans by @jawllines

- part two and part three

witch

citrine series by @moonchildstyles 

the witching hour by @moonchildstyles 

harry and y/n are witches, they hate each other, & something’s coming by @jawllines 

- part two and part three 

alien

alienrry series by @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy 

[knowiloveyoubabe]

Kiss of Life

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Mentions of terminal illness

Summary: AU Demon!rry

MASTERLIST

The full moon hung over her head, illuminating the otherwise pitch black night. There was just enough light for Y/N to see what she was doing, on her knees in the dirt, hunched over. She pants as she desperately dug a small hole at the center of the crossroads, dirt making its way under her fingernails and mucking up her clothing. Her eyes flicked back and forth between the small shoe box that sat by her side and the dirt that she was clawing at. 

“The photo of the mortal wishing to make the deal, a handful of graveyard dirt, and a bone from a black cat.” The shrill voice of the old psychic rang in her head, sending a shiver down her spine. 

Y/N had never sought out a psychic before this, she would’ve never thought about it had it not been for the news she got just last night. 

The fluorescent bulbs buzzed on the ceiling, the harsh pale light beamed at them. It was nearly blinding as it bounced off of the white walls and bedding of the hospital room. The buzzing was all they heard as their bodies sat stiff, hearts pounding against their ribs. 

“I’m so sorry,” The doctor repeated sincerely, “I’ll give you some time alone.” The doctor bowed her head slightly, excusing herself quietly. 

Y/N stared right ahead, her eyes focusing on a piece of lint on the otherwise pristine white floor. Thoughts raced through her head as she tried to process the news they’d just heard. She hadn’t noticed that her breathing had gone shallow until her beloved called out her name. 

“Yes, my love.” She breathes out shakily, looking up to meet the eyes of the man she loved so deeply. His cracked lips were downturned, his hand extended on the bed, as though he were reaching out. She rushed over to the bed, taking his hand in hers. He sighed deeply and pushed her hand away, avoiding her eyes. 

“I need some time.” His voice rasped. Y/N felt her chest tightening, tears streaming down her face. She nods, sniffling. 

“I love you.” She whispers, her voice faltering. She stands there for a beat, waiting for him to look at her, if even for a fleeting moment, but he never does. Y/N inhales shakily, turning around and exiting the room, trying to convince herself that there’s nothing she could’ve done to prevent this. But if that was the case, why did she feel so guilty?

She shook her head slightly, trying to stop those thoughts from progressing even further. She’s doing the only thing left to do, she’d do anything for him.

Please, please work. Please. She thought to herself as she sat back on her heels, breathing out a heavy sigh. She closed her eyes, remaining stagnant for a moment as she took in what would be the last handful of minutes that she’d have as a full, whole human being. 

“Okay,” She whispered to herself, opening her eyes and grabbing the box, the items she’d spent all day hunting down shifted inside. “I can do this.”

She hesitantly lowered the box into the shallow hole and started packing the loose dirt over it, her eyes straining to scan her dark, wooded surroundings. Once the box was properly buried, she pushed herself off of the ground, attempting to shake some of the dirt off of her person. The world around her remained suspiciously still, the gentle breeze and swaying trees had slowed to a stop, the crickets had ceased their incessant chirps. Her heart pounded in her chest, the sound resonating in her ears and nearly vibrating the rest of her body.

“My, my. Look what we have here.” A gravelly voice broke the silence from behind her, sending her heart into more of a frenzy. She whipped around to face the stranger attached to the voice, her breath getting caught in her chest as her eyes locked with his. The stranger chuckled, taking one of his hands out of his suit pocket to run it through his slightly coiffed hair. He towered over Y/N, his lean form awfully close as he looked down at her. His sharp features were accentuated by the black suit that donned his body, contrasting with the soft curves of his plump pink lips. There was a small beauty mark below the corner of his lips. He was beautiful. His green eyes seemed to glow, cutting through the darkness surrounding them. 

“What’s a girl like you doing summoning me?” He spoke slowly, staring her down. Y/N squirmed a bit under his gaze but attempted to keep her composure by crossing her arms, the tension thickening the air. 

“It’ll lead you once you summon it. Don’t let it intimidate you, child.” Her mind replayed what the psychic had insisted over and over. She swallows the lump in the back of her throat and inhales a sharp breath. 

“So how does this work?” Y/N asks firmly, silently begging her voice not to betray her. The beautiful stranger tilts his head to the side, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“How does what work?” He asks inquisitively, eyes narrowing slightly. Y/N’s breath stutters as her brows furrow.

Did I do it wrong? She thought, recounting the steps in her head. 

“You know,” She says hesitantly, maintaining eye contact with the gorgeous demon in front of her. “Selling my soul or whatever.” 

A beat of silence passed between them before the man snorted, suddenly doubling over in laughter, clutching his abdomen. Y/N is almost taken aback by the man’s reaction, the sheer shift in his attitude. 

“You can’t be serious!” He laughs, his sharp features suddenly softened by the pink tint in his dimpled cheek. Y/N gawks at him in confusion, causing him to straighten up his posture. 

“Wait, you’re serious?” He purses his lips, attempting to stop himself from laughing again. Y/N’s annoyance was clear as she huffs out a breath, crossing her arms. 

“I mean, I summoned you right?” She rolls her eyes, her patience wearing thin. 

“What could a good girl like you possibly want to sell her soul for?” The demon scoffs, his arms crossing over his own chest, mirroring Y/N. 

“‘Good girl’? How could you possibly know that?” She nearly stomps her foot at his baseless assumption. His eyes take in her body from bottom to top, settling at the cross around her neck. 

“You’re joking.” He says flatly, giving her a bored expression. She sees his eyes on the cross her grandmother had given her and brushes her fingers over it, releasing a sharp breath from her nose. 

“Listen, I get that you’re a demon and all, but this arrogant shtick is getting boring.” She snaps. A crooked smirk tugs at his lips. 

“Pretty and snappy,” He growls lightly, stepping closer to her. His ringed fingers traced the outline of her jawline from under her ear, all the way to her chin, softly nudging her face up. “Delicious.” 

She felt his breath on her face, their noses mere inches apart. His eyes lingered on her lips for a moment before flicking up to meet hers. 

“Tell me - what is it that you want, darling?” He spoke softly, as his thumb hovered over her lips, touching them ever so lightly. 

“First tell me your name.” She whispered, delicately moving her lips under the soft pad of his thumb causing him to lick his lips.

“Harry.” He smirks, using his other hand to brush a couple of loose strands of hair from her face. Y/N gasps lightly at the gesture, her body betraying everything the psychic warned her about. 

“I’m-” 

“I know who you are, Y/N.'' He drawls out, his dimple deepening as he watches her mesmerized expression twist into one of confusion. 

“How do you know my name?” She steps back, Harry’s hands falling from her face. He chuckles, he could practically see the anxiety radiating off of her. “This is a contract, love. The moment you buried that box, your name was documented. Now, what is so important that you’d sell your soul for it?” He spoke slowly, carefully. She watched his lips, noticing how they seemed to wrap around the words.

“My boyfriend, he’s terminally ill. I want to save him.” Y/N released a shaky breath, feeling a lump grow in the back of her throat at the mention of her boyfriend. Harry’s eyebrows furrow as he nods his head slowly.

“I see. Boyfriend.” He mumbles, his index and middle fingers hover over his lips as though he is deep in thought.

“Yes, boyfriend.” She nods.

“Mhm, dying boyfriend.” He mumbles again. Y/N tilts her head, placing her hands on her hips.

“Yes, dying boyfriend. I'm sorry, was I not clear?” She huffs out, watching him pace back and forth. 

“Yeah, I don’t think you want to sell your soul for him.” He says matter-of-factly. Y/N scoffs, shaking her head. 

“Listen, asshole-” 

“Woah!”

 “-It’s my soul and I get to choose what I want to do with it!” She clenches her fists, annoyed with the absolute gall of this man. Harry’s hand laid on his chest, over his heart, feigning offense.

“That’s quite rude for someone who’s asking for my help!” He laughs arrogantly and Y/N lets out a groan of frustration.

“You’re such a dick!” She turns around, approaching the spot that she buried the box in, preparing to dig it up.

“What are you doing?” Harry follows behind her, she rolls her eyes.

“Getting rid of you, I’m sure there are other demons who would be more than happy to take my soul.” She starts to kneel down in front of the buried box.

“That’s not how that works, you know.” He says condescendingly, his arms crossed over his chest. 

“Then I’ll make it work! I’ll find another crossroads, I’ll summon the devil himself! I don’t need some pretty boy demon telling me what to do!” She nearly shouts in frustration, turning her head to look at him. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he extended his hand, offering to help her off the ground. 

“I’ll give you whatever you want, you won’t hear a peep out of me.” Harry pretends to zip his lips shut, throwing away the key. She narrows her eyes in suspicion before rolling them. She took his hand, standing up, expecting him to let go but he didn’t. Instead, he moved closer, using his thumb to brush some dirt off of her cheek. His pupils dilated, nearly overtaking the green of his irises as he took in every small detail of her face. Y/N struggled to control her breathing, almost hypnotized by his beauty.

“Pretty boy demon?” A smug smile broke through his serious expression, causing Y/N to groan once again, slapping his hands away. She clenches her fists at her sides, looking up at the sky. 

“Harry, please. I need to save him,” She pleads, closing her eyes. “I love him.” 

Tears begin falling from her eyes, down the sides of her face. An ache pierced at Harry’s chest, confusing him. 

What is this? He thought, pausing for a moment, his hand laying on his chest lightly, perplexed at the sudden awakening of emotions he had not felt in centuries.

“You know,” Harry clears his throat, “I’m becoming quite fond of you, Y/N.” He smiles, fiddling with his rings. She sighs, trying to avoid the dirt on her sleeves as she wipes her tears on them. 

“Does that mean you’ll save him?” She sniffles, her lips trembling. Harry nods, taking her hand in his. Y/N doesn’t question the gesture, feeling strangely comfortable with the demon.

“Yeah, I’ll save him,” Harry’s thumb traced over her knuckles softly, “Now we just have to seal the deal.” She releases a sigh of relief, smiling at the beautiful man. 

“Okay, how do we do that? Do we have to shake hands or do I have to sign something?” She asks, causing Harry to chuckle at her naivety. She tilts her head to the side, confusion clear on her face.

“No, darling. A kiss must be shared to seal any deal.”

Y/N squawks, his words catching her completely off guard.

“A kiss?!” She squeaks, her eyes as wide as the full moon illuminating both of them. Harry nods, giggling. 

“The eyes aren’t the only gateway to the soul.” He teases, Y/N throwing her head back slightly, groaning at the corny line.

“You’re ridiculous,” She crosses her arms, a slight smile tugging at her lips, “But seriously, why a kiss?” 

Harry paused, his small smile mirroring hers. He had never allowed a human to ask as many questions as he’d allowed the stunning person standing before him. It was quite clear that she hadn’t done any real research, not truly knowing what she was getting herself into. 

How endearing. He thought, watching as she awaited his answer.

“Ever heard of ‘the kiss of life’?” Her brows furrowed at his question, shaking her head. 

“When we seal the deal, we seal it with the kiss of life. Usually there would be an exchange of life force that happens between the two people, the life force being your souls. But since I don’t have one, I’ll be taking yours.” Harry explained casually, the last sentence sending a shiver through Y/N’s body. 

“I see,” She breathes out, attempting to absorb everything he said. “But doesn’t that mean that I can kiss him and give him some of my ‘life force’?” She questions. Harry shakes his head, smiling.

“Full of questions, are we?” He chuckles, stepping closer to her, causing her breathing to hitch ever so slightly.

“No, darling. Humans all have the same amount of life force from birth until death. You may exchange life force but you're both left with the same amount as before. Never more, never less.” He clarified. 

Y/N nibbled on her lower lip, nodding her head. This was it, the only thing standing between her and saving her boyfriend's life was a kiss. She felt this strange excitement in the pit of her stomach at the thought of kissing the charming demon, bringing about a wave of guilt. She silently tried to convince herself that the feeling was actually just the excitement of saving her boyfriend's life.

“Anymore questions, lovely?” He brushes his fingers down her arm lightly and she shakes her head. 

“No, I think I’m ready.” She takes a deep breath, stepping slightly closer to Harry. He nods his head, trying to ignore the confusing flutter in his abdomen. 

What is happening? I’ve done this more times than I can count. Harry thought, his eyebrows furrowing.

Her hand rested on his bicep, their bodies nearly pressed against one another. Their eyes met for what felt like an eternity, both caught in some sort of trance. He ducks his head, their lips brushing against each other softly, both of their eyes fluttering shut. His hands settled on her waist, pulling her firmly against his body as he breathed her in for a moment. He felt her heart pound against his own chest and her breath on his lips, he almost couldn’t take the tension anymore. 

He pressed his lips fervently against hers, electricity replacing the anxiety in their bodies. His lips melded with hers almost desperately, as though they’d been waiting forever to find hers. Y/N gripped his suit jacket in an attempt to pull him closer, the distance between their bodies already nonexistent. She’d never experienced such a closeness, the hunger for more of him overtaking her senses. 

Y/N pulls away first as an image of her boyfriend flashes behind her closed eyes, her forehead remaining on Harry’s. His eyes stayed shut, his fingers slightly tightening on her waist. His breathing was elevated, her warmth almost beckoning him to stay right there and burn in it for the rest of eternity. She shut her eyes again, her fingers running through the short hairs on the nape of his neck.

“Harry,” Y/N whispers breathily, “I-”

“Good luck.” He clears his throat, cutting her off. A gust of wind stripped her of his warmth, her eyes opened and found no trace of him. 

The demon’s disappearance left an emptiness she couldn’t quite shake off as her fingers hovered over her lips, the electricity lingering on her skin. She released a staggered breath, shaking her head slightly as though she were physically pushing the thought to the back of her mind. 

She pulls her car key from her pocket, rushing to see the person she just sold her soul for.

[dramioneasks]

Familiars - TricksterGhost7 - T, 39 chapters, Words: 116,843 - Hermione was five when her magic manifests for the very first time and Crookshanks is born. Her familiar, born of her magic and a piece of her soul, meant to be a companion for the rest of her days. Canon rewrite starting with year one. Witches and wizards have familiars that manifest when they use magic for the first time. They are physical embodiments of a witch or wizard's soul. They take the form of animals and are capable of shifting their shape until their human settles into the beginnings of maturity.

[mylifeisfruk4ever]

All my Batman prompts!

1. Coffee Shop Au

2. Star Wars Au 

3. Vampire Au

4. No Capes Au

5. Mythology Au

6. Reincarnation Au .

7. Alpha/Beta/Omega Au .

8. Gotham Knights Au

9. Metahuman Au

10. Harry Potter Au

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

11. Demon Au

12. Mob Au

13. Talon!Dick Au

14. Kid Fic Au

15. Avatar Au

16. Genderswap Au

17. Supernatural Au

18. Canon Divergence Au

The Wayne family cemetery was lonely.  And disturbing.  It helped give the manor the look of one of those Dracula-style Victorian mansions.

 Jason was terrified of it at first.  He was convinced that there were ghosts, and once he had even told Alfred so.

 The butler had reassured him that in Gotham he wasn't to fear the dead, but the living.

 He was right, even the twelve-year-old Jason knew it, but the anxiety had not gone away.

 His anxiety had worsened after he had woken up in his damn coffin and had to dig his way out by himself.

 No, that place didn't give him fond memories.  But he had to be here.  A kind of closure, in a sense.

 In another universe, he would return to Gotham and take revenge on the Joker.  He would yell at Bruce and show him that his methods were useless, that his existence hadn't changed anything.

 If a hero couldn't save Gotham, then he would make him a monster.

 But the Joker was dead, killed by Batman.  Bruce was dead, killed by the last joke of his enemy.

  And Jason didn't know why he was the one alive.

[dark-elf-writes]

Harry absolutely gets Alex and Andy’s insane work ethic/lack of regard for sleep/food/etc when he’s stressed which means for the last portion of the year every year Ron has Hermione as a stress hurricane trying to cram for all of her exams and Harry the cryptid who is running fully on caffeine and sheer force of will alone and honestly pray for him he needs all the help he can get.

[poosste]

[ciaossu-imagines]

So, for day five of the event, I used number 44 from prompt 2 for the Misfit Class from Iruma-kun! I hope everyone enjoys the headcanons 😊

44. If you are of age, will you try to enter the Triwizard Tournament if they ever host one again?

I don’t think Iruma would really want to enter the Triwizard Tournament. In fact, he’s really against it. He doesn’t want to stand out and he thinks it would be more fun to watch the tournament with his friends or even to cheer one of his friends on that really do want to participate. However, because this is Iruma we’re talking about, I do see something happening where his name gets put in there without him knowing and someone tampers with the Cup enough (*cough* Sullivan *cough*) for Iruma’s name to get chosen.

Asmodeus definitely would want to enter the Tournament. To him, it’s a way to show his strength, bring honor to his family name and to impress and bring honor to Iruma. He puts his name in proudly and he’s one of the students that most are certain would be likely to be chosen by the Cup.

Clara sees the whole Tournament as a really fun game, honestly. She really doesn’t get it beyond that and with that in her mind, of course she’d want to enter!

Sabnock is another one that would love to enter. To him, it’s his shot to show how cool, manly, and awesome he is. He puts his name in while bragging about how there’s no possibility the cup would choose anyone but him and honestly, to say he really wants to be chosen is an understatement.

I think Gaap goes in between wanting to enter and wanting to watch the Tournament. He thinks it would be really interesting to participate in the tournament and see how strong he is, but especially would love to participate in order to make friends with those from other schools. However, he is a little worried he wouldn’t be strong enough to win and would bring dishonor upon not only his House but Hogwarts as a whole.

Lied and Jazz talk about how fun participating in the tournament would be, how they could definitely win, how cool it would be to have all the other students practically worshipping them, but neither of them ever really gets up the courage to actually put their name in.

Both Agares and Allocer wouldn’t even consider putting their names in. For Agares, it’s just too much work and too much trouble. He’d rather just relax and take it easy. For Allocer, he’s already doing a class more than the others, maintaining his status as top of his year, and the tournament would only get in the way of his schoolwork. He’ll go and watch the Tournament with his friends but that’s about the extent of it, though he really does hope the winner is not only from Hogwarts, but from his House.

Purson puts in his name, but nobody notices, and he doesn’t get chosen. He wasn’t expecting his name to get chosen anyway, so he’s not disappointed when it doesn’t. He mostly just did it for the experience.

Caim and Elizabetta never even considered putting their names in but they’re both loudly supportive of the Hogwarts champion and are very invested in the tournament right from the time it’s announced.

Kerori really just doesn’t care about the Tournament. It’s not her kind of thing, she’s just not that interested in it. If a friend of hers ends up as the Hogwarts champion, she’ll support them but otherwise, she’s just kind of meh about the whole subject.

[missmielyhoran]

Demon!Harry

You bought an old mansion thinking you could renovate and sell it only to get bounded to a demon who won't leave you alone...

(Demon!Harry × reader)

Masterlist

Oneshots- [tba]

Blurbs-

[theladygia]

New Post: Demon in the Details

The first chapter of my fic for the @tomarrybigbang is up! To fit the Halloween theme, I'm giving writing a Demon character a go. Planning on three chapters and a short/medium fic length.

As for the story itself: Ch. 1 features Tom freaking out his realtor, settling down in a murder house, and starting a cold war with whatever thing is taking issue with his recent home purchase. We also get our first look at Demon Harry ;)

Check out Ch. 1 of Demon in the Details here.

Demon in the Details -- Do you think you're clever or something?

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Categories: M/M

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort

Characters: Tom Riddle, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Gellert Grindelwald

Additional Tags: Demon Harry Potter, Politician Tom Riddle, Sane Tom Riddle, War with Grindelwald, Minor Albus Dumbledore/Gellert Grindelwald, Revenge

Summary: Junior Undersecretary Tom Riddle is delighted when his realtor admits that the last owners of the property he's decided to purchase were found dead in their home. Mm, he loves a house with such charming character.

Less than 24 hours after moving into the house, Tom is less delighted when it becomes obvious that something seeped in darkness is haunting the hallways and taking issue with his presence. Unacceptable. He's supposed to be the most malevolent aura in his own home

After two weeks of a cold war between him and this mysterious presence, Tom certainly didn't expect to come face-to-face with a black-horned, green eyed demon when he discovered his opponent. Harry, as the demon reluctantly names himself, is full of a contradictory mix of intoxicating power, righteous fury, and off-balancing softness. The more they interact, the more Tom wants him. Wants to help Harry with his revenge. Wants Harry's power. Wants Harry's attention. Wants Harry to stay once he's fulfilled what he's come to the mortal plane to accomplish.

It'll take some convincing, but Tom Riddle is quite proficient at getting what he wants. Ask anyone.

[ifhotwhyvillain]

•He completely understands that having a book read out loud can be sleep-inducing, especially if it’s not something you’re particularly interested in. 

•He clears off his bed, gently carries you over, and lays you down with your head in his lap, still reading the book quietly.

•He might start absently petting your hair, but really what’s to be expected? It’s soft and fluffy and he’s a huge cat lover, how could he not?( he is a cat lover. It's Canon im saying it)

•If he has to leave at any point, you’ll get the fluffiest pillow and the warmest blanket he has, along with a note and some tea or hot chocolate, depending on your preference.

•“Good morning, darling, have a good rest?”

[gurugirl]

New Tales From the Modern Incubus out tomorrow!

The Ritual

coming @ 3pm cst march 23

this is just a tiny teaser to tide you over til tomorrow (that's a bunch of t's 😂)

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.”

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