#demon harry styles au

[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.

[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

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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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 

[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)

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[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction fics in which a character had experienced abuse of some form in the past as requested in this ask. Please don't forget to leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here.

- Louis/Harry -

🧱 Run Like the Devil by benzos

(E, 143k, Supernatural au) Louis hunts demons; Harry's the strangest demon he's ever met, and he keeps fucking meeting him.

🧱 Saving Symphony Hall by @helloamhere

(E, 124k, omegaverse) “That’s the attitude,” said Louis, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. I’m gonna save our symphony.”

🧱 Hang there like fruit, my soul/Till the tree die by louloubaby92 / @louloubabys1992

(M, 111k, omegaverse) Louis knows he's a defective omega. He knows its also not his fault but it is what it is. He takes the world head on even when the world is unkind to him. 

🧱 Give Me Truths by iwillpaintasongforlou / @canonlarry

(E, 110k, punk Louis) the one in which Louis falls in love with a fragile boy and tells him every beautiful truth in the world, as long as it makes him happy.

🧱 The Naked Truth by @larrysmomfics

(E, 80k, Naked Attraction au) The producers of Naked Attraction decide to do a 'Second Chances' edition of the show where past contestants who didn't find love on the show the first time can re-apply in hopes that the second time's a charm. 

🧱 Here In The Afterglow by fondleeds

(NR, 88k, historical) 1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

🧱 Shout It From The Rooftops by therogueskimo / @bravetemptation

(M, 70k, PTSD) Plagued by memories of the worst day of his life, Louis Tomlinson feels like he’s constantly living in darkness. Harry Styles might just be the person to bring him back to the light.

🧱 These High Walls by LarryAlways28

(E, 68k, omegaverse) Born to one of Seattle's wealthiest families,  Harry was raised exactly as a Styles heir should be: sharp as a tack, witty, charming, and powerful. He was the ideal son - until he presented as an Omega.

🧱 you're ripped at every edge, but you're a masterpiece by Valentia

(E, 50k, uni) The one where Harry is soft and pretty but doesn't see it and Louis just wants to love him the way he deserves.

🧱 elephant juice by @stylinsoncity

(M, 32k, uni) harry doesn't understand boundaries. louis doesn't mind at all.

🧱 With These Arms Folded by @taggiecb

(NR, 21k, famous/not famous) Harry Styles is living a peaceful existence in California as a very successful songwriter. That is until he receives a curious email one sunny summer morning, and his life almost immediately gets turned upside down buy a force that's bigger than any storm he's seen outside his window.

🧱 why take your life when you give it so willingly by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(M, 19k, pirates) When Louis Tomlinson, Captain of The Rogue, ends up adrift at sea after Captain Cowell attacks his ship, he is surprised to find his enemy, Captain Styles, coming to his rescue.

🧱 vatican cameos by nightwideopen / @themarshalstale

(T, 14k, asexuality) sometimes louis gets sad and sometimes harry lets louis write on him

🧱 Just a touch of your love by @thegirlontheblackhoodie

(E, 12k, omegaverse) Harry is a touch starved omega trying to get through it on his own. Louis happens to be the only alpha around to realize it and offers to help.

🧱 You've Got A New Life (Am I Bothering you?) by LilyBlue28

(NR, 5k, omegaverse) the one where Louis is an omega who suffers from PTSD and is triggered one day. He doesn't know how to ask for help from his doting alpha, doesn't think he deserves it, and tries to handle it on his own.

🧱 I Don't Wanna Hurt Anymore by offwiththeirheads / @hazzabooween

(M, 5k, kidfic) Harry walks a thin line between breaking his best friend’s heart and fighting a losing battle.

- Rare Pairs -

🧱 Sugar, We're Going Down by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships

(E, 131k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) At 37, Nick has everything he could possibly want in life: huge success in business, a Bachelor of the Year award hanging in his toilet, piles of money, and a rather odd little habit of visiting a cafe with terrible service on his way into the office every morning.

🧱 It's You by happily_missy

(E, 56k, Zayn/Liam) Liam is a PA for a famous fashion designer and Zayn is their gorgeous new model.

[blouisparadise]

Today we have the fourth part of our hurt/comfort rec list for you! There are tons of amazing fics on this list that we hope you'll show some love to. If you missed the previous parts, you can find part one here, part two here, and part three here. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Wanna Feel the Edges Start to Burn | Explicit | 6,111 words

Harry gives him a gentle smile. “Feeling a little bit better?” Louis nods tentatively. “I think so yeah. Thank you so much for being so kind, but you really didn’t need to do this.” He lifts his unfortunately still shaky hand and runs it haphazardly through his hair. “It was just a spilled tea, I totally overreacted. I’m a bit embarrassed to be honest.” Harry scoffs. “Are you kidding me? Don’t be. I saw the whole thing, that guy was way out of line. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Louis gives him what he’s sure is a watery smile. “Erm thank you. I wouldn’t normally admit this to a stranger, but you’ve already seen me cry today so what the hell?” He forces himself to let out a weak laugh. “The thing is, my period is due any day now and sometimes the birth control pills make my emotions go a little haywire. I think that’s what happened.”

2) To Love Without Reason | Explicit | 8,894 words

“Come on in, soldier,” Louis pats Harry’s chest and walks away, leaving Harry to follow behind. Harry stands in the living room, looking around at Louis’ dwelling. Family pictures placed high on a shelf, certificates of Louis’ practice, and other trinkets that make Harry entirely too nostalgic. “I have to warn you,” Louis says as he puts the kettle on, the water droplets from his hair trickling down the golden skin of his back. “The door jams if you lock it so you'll have to leave it ajar.” Harry acknowledges with a soft hum, too entranced by Louis’ glistening skin to form a coherent reply.

3) Wanna Do Nothing With You | Explicit | 9,606 words

The accident happens in the stupidest way possible. One minute Louis is demonstrating a skateboard trick he’d just learned for Lottie, the next he’s waking up in a hospital. He’s told that he wasn’t unconscious the entire ride, but he has absolutely no recollection of it. One second he’s fucking around in his own garden and the next he’s being assaulted with the strong sterile scent of a hospital. So. There’s that.

4) Let Me Be Your Good Night | Explicit | 10,520 words

Louis goes on a shit Valentines date and Harry's the cute waiter who takes him home

5) For The Love Of Biscuits | Mature | 16,574 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

The thing about hybrids is that their animal instincts make them jumpy. And quite often lends them to being owned. Harry Styles wasn't looking to purchase a half-breed. But sometimes things just happen. And owning a fox/human hybrid was something that happened.

6) Works Like A Charm | Explicit | 18,088 words

Ever since Louis joined the team in fifth year, a few facts have become set in stone. One: Louis is the best chaser in Hogwarts. Two: Harry is the best beater in Hogwarts. Three: They do not get along. So it’s really unfair of Liam to think that forcing them to spend time together as Louis recovers from his injury will make them the best of friends. The last thing Louis would do is get along with that git.

7) Soup Of The Day | Explicit | 19,958 words

It had been the single minded goal for them since college and seemed simple enough. 1. Study hard. 2. Open their dream restaurant. 3. Take the culinary world by storm. What could possibly go wrong?

8) Under The Rain Or Under The Snow | Explicit | 20,667 words

Christmas AU where they broke up a month ago but Harry shows up at Louis’ childhood home for the holidays. Louis didn’t tell his mum about their breakup so staying with them is not ideal. Harry stays.

9) Heart Eyes | Explicit | 21,467 words

Harry is a dedicated sentinel with a strong aversion to demons, and Louis is the lovesick incubus who will go to any lengths to win Harry's heart.

10) It Was All By Design (‘Cause I’m A Mastermind) | Explicit | 21,986 words

“You can’t be serious. You think I would be so awful to work for - you would rather quit?” “Don’t be all high and mighty about it,” Harry scoffs. “Surely you would do the same.” “I’m not being high and mighty. It’s called being professional.” “Really?” Harry pushes. “You’d work diligently under me with no complaints? You’d do whatever I asked of you?” “That would be my job, so yeah.” Harry shakes his head. “I’d work you so fucking hard,” he says slowly, “that you’d have to quit.”

11) Thrown To The Wolves | Explicit | 21,681 words

Louis is a human living in the Styles' wolf pack who can't stop getting into trouble, and Harry is the soon-to-be alpha who thinks keeping Louis at arm's length is the safest option.

12) Letters To June | Mature | 41,150 words

It's 1915, Europe is in the middle of the Great War. Omega Louis decides to join the Letter Home Project to become someone’s penfriend. Through this he meets a lovely soldier who hasn't got anyone else to send a letter to. Along with his letter, comes a picture of the most handsome alpha Louis has ever seen.

13) Catch Me If I Fall | Explicit | 47,099 words

Lovers when on the stage but bitter rivals as soon as they step off, Harry and Louis have butted heads from the moment they first met. Locked in a stalemate that they hope to ride out until graduation, things take a turn when Harry learns that Louis is hiding a secret.

14) As We Are | Explicit | 48,268 words

Louis doesn't think much when he's asked to meet up with the alpha of the pack two hours from his own - he figures it's business as usual. But Harry Styles is anything but usual.

15) Once Burnt, Twice Shy | Explicit | 52,644 words

Louis and Harry are polar opposites in every way. Where Louis is a bestselling author from the city, Harry is a small-town firefighter who’s never left his home. Where Louis is spontaneous and spirited, Harry is introverted and calm, never straying from routine. When an ill-fated accident and an exceptionally intelligent tabby bring them together, they are forced to confront their pasts and forge a better beginning for themselves. Will sparks fly, or will it all go up in flames?

16) Of Lost Things | Explicit | 57,890 words

Louis comes with a familiarity Harry has never felt with anyone else before. After their fateful meeting, their chemistry became undeniable, and soon after, Harry had felt like he hit the jackpot when it came to finding the person he would spend the rest of his life with. But all relationships come with their own unique problems, and Harry soon realizes that their relationship is no different. When their problems go from unordinary to nearly bizarre in nature, he takes it upon himself to find an answer to their troubles. What he stumbles upon are terrifying coincidences between his and Louis’ story, and the ill-fated mythological couple, Orpheus and Eury. But it’s all they are; just coincidences, ones that feel as frighteningly familiar as Louis. Except… what if none of this is a coincidence? What if everything Harry has always seen as fiction is true, and myth—or rather, history, is about to repeat itself?

17) Sink Into Your Sunlight | Explicit | 79,562 words

In the grand scheme of things Louis did believe in love, what he didn’t believe was that he would ever find it in his life time for himself. Low and behold he would find it with someone he didn’t anticipate, now it was just a matter of having it work out the way he dreamed of.

18) Invisible String | Explicit | 84,726 words

Louis swears on his life that that man came out of literal nowhere and he thanks each lucky star for having good breaks in his car. This strange alpha also happens to be the most beautiful being Louis has laid his eyes on. For some unknown reason, the omega feels safe around the alpha. It might seem strange, but you can't always explain why or how things are the way they are. All you can really be sure of is that they happen for a reason. There's a higher power (call it what you want) that knows better and definitely knows more than you do.

19) Wind Beneath My Wings | Explicit | 93,131 words

As an omega carer that works at a rescue and rehabilitation centre for feral alphas and omegas, Louis has experienced all sides of ferality. So Harry- a cold, near mute, non-receptive alpha- was a challenging case for everyone at Phoenix Rehab Centre. Louis wasn’t expecting to feel drawn towards an aloof Harry, or to form a slow bond with him. He certainly was not expecting for his entire life to change in unforeseen ways.

20) You Were My Because | Explicit | 109,089 words

Note: Please be sure to read the tags and any warnings.

Louis has battled the demons of his past for years now and has little hope of finding happiness for himself. Especially now that a school reunion is taking place and the memories of his school days are suddenly coming back with full force. But after rain always comes sunshine, in Louis’ case in the form of his old schoolmate Harry. A story about healing, friendship, finding trust and love.

21) Drops of Jupiter | Mature | 121,826 words

In a small, sleepy town ruled by prejudice, Louis Tomlinson runs his grandmothers shop for the occult. He finds comfort in his tarot cards, his friends, and a dog that he doesn't have room for. He thought the worst he'd have to deal with would be bigotry, until a new sheriff arrives with a headstrong little girl that's impossible not to fall in love with. But what happens when a string of break-ins leads to a brutal attack, and the towns' darling is murdered right under their Sunday hats? A murder that just so happens to bear the same modus operandi as similar homicides in neighbouring states. Has the killer been circling Virginia, or is he a local of Lavender Hills? And what will Louis do when the charming Sheriff Styles starts to suspect him of such a heinous crime?

22) Sewn Into You | Explicit | 167,485 words | Sequel

Harry Styles thinks soulmates are a fairytale, or in other words-a lie. He has no interest in entertaining anything that has anything to do with the very name that had been etched along his collarbone since his eighteenth birthday. Louis Tomlinson won't be answering to another alpha for the rest of his life if he can help it. Fuck happy endings, his soul mate can choke on it. Problem is, Harry needs a personal assistant to save his family's business, Louis needs the cash to officially move off of his childhood best-friend's couch. They can manage. Surely, nothing will go wrong.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

[harrystylessmuttyfics]

AUs/Tropes

(WIP — Updated July 24th, 2023 at 11:24 AM)

Do you have a category you’d like us to add? Please reach out to us!

(🔞 — Trigger Warning)

AUs

Demon/Incubus!Harry

Ritual

Vanilla Lime (5 Chapters)

Hell of a Morning

Tales of the Modern Incubus (20 Chapters)

Teacher/Professor!Harry

Wildest Fantasies (17 Chapters)

Risk It

Pornstar!Harry

Money Shot

Gravity (7 Chapters)

Royal!Harry

The Queen’s Secret (16 Chapters)

The Mean Prince (3 Chapters)

Mafia/Gang!Harry

Getaway Car (8 Chapters)

Compromised (15 Chapters)

Smitten (7 Chapters)

Doctor!Harry

Dr. Styles

The Dental Assistant (7 Chapters)

Step!Harry

Whatcha Doin', Step-Bro?🔞

Whatcha Doin', Step-Bro? (Prequel)🔞

Tattoo/Piercing Artist!Harry

Tropes

Enemies to Lovers

Harry's Home (4 Chapters) 🔞

Friends to Lovers

Best Friend’s Brother/Brother’s Best Friend

Age Gap

[thelarriefics]

SECRET RELATIONSHIP FIC REC, Part II: Below you will find more fics where Harry and Louis hide their relationship. (Part I)

📖 i found love in you (and i learned to love me too) by @larrydoinglaundry (167k)

After months of battling with his own demons, Louis goes back to get what he once left behind, but Harry's not sure if he showed up in time. A journey of remorse, healing and love that's strong enough to break them down and build them back up again. Sequel to 'love is a word, you gave it a name'.

📖 blue moon by @aquietlarrie (152k)

or the self indulgent 50’s au where i wanted a safe space to explore the culture, history, and sexuality of being gay in a time when it was extremely difficult to do so. includes, lots of questionable dancing, healing your inner child, and one heck of an emotional ride.

📖 Behind closed doors (I got myself in a mess) by @teamlouis2023 (58k)

Louis, a renowned wedding planner, has everything he needs to be happy : loyal friends, a boss that is a little more than just a boss, a job that he loves with all his heart. Tasked with the planning of Gemma and Michal's wedding, he doesn't except to come across the man who had left him five years earlier

📖 Us Against the World by @chelsea-frew (58k)

It's time for the 58th Hunger Games. 18-year-old Louis, the victor of the 56th Hunger Games, is to be mentor to the latest tributes from District 4. It is the worst job in the world. Making it even worse is that one of those tributes is 16-year-old Harry, Louis' secret boyfriend. The stakes are life and death. Can Harry do what needs to be done to emerge as the victor? Can Louis help him from the outside? Against all odds, can these two be brought back together—or will Louis be saying goodbye to Harry forever?

📖 Train Tracks and Porcelain by @jaerie (41k)

The next moments happened in the strange slow motion of dawn. Shadows were forming into people and things and, there in the middle of it, Louis watched the humongous head of an elephant emerge from a box car right in front of his eyes. Or a Water For Elephants inspired AU

📖 Lover Boy by @brightgolden (27k)

Where Louis wants to tell everyone about his relationship with Harry, but his boyfriend clearly thinks otherwise.

📖 Unraveled by @allwaswell16 (18k)

Whilst Harry was prepared to protect the PM with his life, he wasn’t prepared for Louis’ secrets. As Harry helped investigate the attempts on Louis’ life, he found a tangled web of political rivals, possible terrorist attacks, and family secrets as well as an undeniable attraction to the man he has vowed to protect.

📖 Everything's going to be alright - Sixth Form AU by @boufantgirl (17k)

Louis is in sixth form with Harry Styles. A classic story about sixth form, love and coming out. There is some drugs and alcohol use. There are some adult themes. The people in this story are 18. A story about the end of school before going to university.

📖 On Thin Ice by @neondiamond (16k)

As the goaltender for one of the best hockey teams in the world, Harry never expected participating in his second winter Olympics would be so eventful. His hidden long-term relationship with the captain of their biggest rival team may have something to do with it.

📖 getting yourself wet for me by @dreamersdivin-headfirst (10k)

frat boys take on watersports

📖 Curves of your lips rewrite history by @lunarheslwt (8k)

everyone bows to Prince Harry, but in the privacy of his four walls, the one he is bowing and kneeling for is his knight, Sir Louis.

📖 The President and His Captain by @tommokat (5k)

Childhood best friends turn boyfriends Harry and Louis have kept their relationship quiet for almost a year now, so when Harry's basketball coach enforces a no dating rule for the season, they should have no problem sticking to that rule. Right?

📖 Battle Of The Balls by @greenblueish (5k)

the one where YouTubers Harry and Louis play Golf With Friends, go to the pub with Niall and return home six hours after posting the video.

📖 tongue-tied by @liberty-barnes (3k)

the one where OT9 participate in a game of Family Feud, and they really should have listened to Liam when he said this was a bad idea

📖 there are rumors we have to face by @louisandtheaquarian (2k)

In this scene, Harry and Louis are sneaking around in earnest while at the wedding of friends, Zarry's stunt is getting old, and rumors fly.

📖 every night with us (is like a dream) by @darkinfinity (2k)

A look into the life of a professional football player dating a physical therapist.

[1dcommunityficrecs]

Space Fic Rec

As we sit upon a rock spinning at 1000km/hr, and hurtling through the cold, empty universe at 100,000km/hr, illuminated only by a giant ball of gas and nuclear fusion 150,000,000km away from us that keeps us gravitationally locked in its orbit... I bring you six space fics! Cause space is cool as heck! Even if it's a little terrifying!

Take a look through, and if any catch your fancy then drop a kudos or a comment or a reblog -- your friendly neighbourhood fic writer appreciates it!

The Stars Look Very Different Today by kingsofeverything (43032, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

For Harry Styles, child genius turned glorified spaceship mechanic, rescuing lost or broken down ships is a fairly common occurrence. There’s nothing common about his latest mission, the ship, or that ship’s captain. The last thing he expects to find in a distant galaxy is the one thing he’s been missing on Earth.

Reccer says: I think the future world-building is incredible!

ghost of you by beckywritesthings (109111, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence

a Star Wars AU where Harry is Obi-Wan, Louis is Satine, and somehow there’s a love story between the cracks where there shouldn’t be

Reccer says: An incredibly written, epic royal space fic! Even if you've never seen Star Wars, you'll fall in love with these characters. And if you have seen Star Wars, you'll be amazed by how this writer plotted this story!

foothold by turnyourankle (18358, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

Louis has crossed the galaxy with a ship full of crystals; they’re the only thing he has to offer in exchange for safe harbor. He thought getting to his destination would be the hardest part, hoping that once he got his family to safety everything would fall back into place; Louis struggles to adapt while his sisters thrive.

Reccer says: Such atmospheric, visual writing that was used to create such an interesting world! The characters are so complex and have inner demons that eventually reveal themselves.

Don't bring the Starbucks by LadyLondonderry (4814, Teen, Niall Horan/Rory McIlroy) – fic post Warnings: Minor character death (but as the author says, it's no one you like)

The one where Niall is a perfectly normal university student, until he finds himself an ocean away in the middle of Ohio with a strange man telling him to stop wandering off. Then he’s in space. It’s a whole thing.

Reccer says: Emmu's fics are always their own special brand of charming and this fic is no exception. It's so delightful and odd and it makes me so happy.

in other words by sarcangel (3758, General, Niall Horan/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: mentions of past injuries leading to prosthetics

Niall works on a space cruise line, dancing with passengers, but the person he most wants to dance with is the captain.

Reccer says: A really fascinating worldbuilding (is it still called worldbuilding if it's in space? XD) I feel like we know so much about the background of these characters and this universe, even in only a few thousand words.

Breaking Through the Atmosphere by dinosaursmate (40416, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

Louis is recruiting folks to colonize a new planet; Harry is the sweet, homesick painter/veterinarian he recruits.

Reccer says: Brilliant descriptions of what their life is like on another planet! And such a gentle, slow burn into realizing that you’ve fallen in love.

[overallrry]

harry styles fic rec master list

✩ a list of all kinds of harry styles fics ✩

harry styles au's:

older/age gap best friends dad

werewolf vampire

brothers best friend ceo

demon dads best friend

best friends brother tattoo artist

mafia/gang sugar daddy

professor nerd

prince/royal frat boy/college

roommate neighbor

pornstar supernatural

bodyguard famous

best friends boxer

golfer

smut:

safe words camboy

subspace daddy kink

mommy kink

tropes/plots:

cheating angst pt. 1

angst pt. 2 series

enemies to lovers soulmates

reader au's:

plus size

inexperienced/virgin

[bottomlouisficfest]

We hope you’ve enjoyed the fics from weeks 7-8 of the Bottom Louis Fic Fest 2023! Every two weeks, we’re compiling all of the fics from that period into one roundup post so they’re easy to find for anyone looking to catch up on fics they missed. Enjoy these amazing fics and give them the love they deserve!

Please, don’t say you want me

A fic by pjinkfleur on AO3 | @pinapplouis on Twitter

9k | Teen & Up | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Prompt 496: ABO/royalty AU. Where Omega Prince Louis is forced to marry alpha King Harry by his father for the benefit of their kingdom. After the wedding, Harry lets Louis know that he didn’t want a mate and to not expect a relationship from him. Since they are already mated, Harry has to officially reject Louis’s omega to break ties. This practice is so taboo that he doesn’t know the omega has a maximum of a year left to live after rejection. As time goes on, the omega gets weaker and weaker.

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Heart Eyes

A fic by smittenwithlouis on AO3 | @smittenwithlouis on Tumblr | @smittenwlouis on Twitter

21k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

What the fuck did he just do? “Harry?” the demon asks as he tries to catch his breath. Louis looks like he’s been fucked to hell and back. His eyes are half-lidded in what Harry can only describe as erotic bliss, even as his crumpled form lies on the dirty ground. The incubus truly is a sight for sore eyes. He’s gazing up at Harry with those infuriatingly pretty heart eyes as if he's hung the very moon. This is wrong. This is all so fucking wrong. Or, Harry is a dedicated sentinel with a strong aversion to demons, and Louis is the lovesick incubus who will go to any lengths to win Harry's heart.

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Hello, my name is Louis

A fic by tedtokat on AO3 | @tektokatt on Twitter

10k | Mature | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis hurried to hang up the phone and take off his headset, throwing it away as if it was burning hot. He hugged himself by the shoulders and hid his face in his knees, sitting in his desk chair like a swimmer ready to dip into a pool, a pool of embarrassment. Not many people got past "Hello, my name is… " and even fewer engaged in a full conversation with him. And if they did, it usually went better than this. Prompt 148: Louis is a scam caller. Now this isn’t exactly the job of his dreams, but it pays well enough for him to continue doing it. Louis is a very anxious person, making it hard for him to talk, so he’s very shy when he inevitably scam calls Harry. Harry ignores the scamming, but after a certain number of calls, he’s had enough. Here ensues mean Harry at the beginning, sensitive Louis who doesn’t know what is going on half of the time, and if the author is up for it, autism-coded Louis too!

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we can follow the sparks

A fic by moon_rose25 on AO3 | @darkinfinity on Tumblr

7k | Mature | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“I, uhm, this is gonna sound weird, but my friend is an ER doctor and he kinda taught me what to do in this kind of situation,” the man takes a step closer to Louis, “He said a close presence of an unmated alpha and light scenting should keep an omega from dropping, so I, uh, I can help you.” or Louis nearly drops in Harry's bookshop and sparks fly from then on.

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There is Thunder in Our Hearts

A fic by thecheshirepussycat on AO3 | @the-cheshire-pussy-cat on Tumblr | @Bee_With_Mee on Twitter

40k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

1986, Hawkins Indiana. Stoner, nerdy, metalhead Harry Styles sells drugs to the boy of his dreams, seemingly perfect overachiever, head Cheerleader Louis Tomlinson. It wasn't supposed to become a Thing. OR, a Stranger Things HellCheer au (without all the death)

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Death Wish

A fic by Speechless on AO3 | @smokingluckiesalltheway on Tumblr | @0__Speechless on Twitter

22k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis hates vampires, he lives his life trying to kill as many as he can, night after night, year after year. He hates them. Then why the fuck is he kissing one? Again. “I mean it, Harry.” Louis says, into his mouth this time. “You need to get the fuck away from me.” Based on Prompt 403: If having more chemistry with a villain than with your own boyfriend was a crime, then Louis would be in jail. Or the hero slowly falls in love with the morally grey character AU.

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Leave Like The Summer Breeze

A fic by Larringiscaring on AO3 | @allthisteye369 on Tumblr | @larringiscaring on Twitter

7k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

When Louis and Zayn are stranded in Alabama, a farmer offers them shelter. He just asks for one thing in return.

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all tumults and feelings

A fic by camilevol6 on AO3 | @svnflouwervol6 on Twitter

24k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

The search for euphoria in a world that seems to be spinning out of control is perhaps what drove Louis to visit the heart of a city as vibrant as Barcelona. Everything is warm and bright on his holidays, even at night, where he finds solace in desperate lips and comfort in beautiful brown eyes that break his heart by making him realize that he has always been more fond of emerald tones covering the irises of his lovers.

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Muffins & Cigarettes

A fic by sweetkalachuchi on AO3 | @neverforpickles on Tumblr

8k | Mature | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis pouts. “You can’t pout your way into this, Louis”, Harry said as he was fixing his tie, watch and rings glinting against the soft sunlight filtering through the window. “Of course, I can. Watch me.”

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the face of love's rage

A fic by outropeace on AO3 | @outropeace on Tumblr | @outropeaces on Twitter

67k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Power was a particular thing that few could understand. It could give you everything as easily as it could destroy you. Entire kingdoms had been torn down because of weak kings that fell short in the arms of power.

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[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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[jamneuromain]

Creative Writing

Andy Barber x Reader (You)

Warning: Professor-Student relationship (possibly?), College AU, a lot of curses. A bit enemy to friends(?)lovers(?) vibe

W/C: ~4k

Summary: based on this prompt

A/N: dividers are from @firefly-graphics, and I spend another couple of hours on fanfic instead of my deadlines, yay!

Dancing in the Daydream M. List

Week 1

Three minutes into the class, you feel like not only you are listening to complete nonsense, but also you disagree with each and every word that comes out of your professor, who is currently standing on the podium, criticizing the shit out of your favorite author.

You regret selecting Creative Writing just because it sounds fun. Although you have been fairly warned by seniors, who took this class last year, Professor Andy Barber who taught Creative Writing runs his class with a tight fist, and of course, not kind with his comments and his marking. Not only does he want the “best” answer from students in class, but also ask everyone in the class to address him as “sir” or “Professor”.

Though he is fairly hot, as the seniors have warned you, with the trimmed beard and occasionally slipped-out Bostonian accent, with the suit and shirt and tie.

To be honest with yourself, you have been writing fanfic and whatnot for over five years, and you hoped that you could learn something from this class to improve your writing. And you love writing. If anything, this awful Professor Barber just gave you more reason to stay, because you want his approval, even if it would only be demonstrated via your grades.

You are not a quitter.

“Now speaking of a writing example that I highly recommend; this is a work I recently come across. Twenty thousand e-copies have been sold so far, now that’s a pretty good number for an author. I don’t expect you to read it thoroughly after class, but the writing style and the balance between story-telling and own reflections of the main characters are something that you should learn from.” Professor Barber takes off his glasses, twirling the frame between his fingers, hitting the button that would let the computer display the next slide.

You huff. You seriously doubt he would present anything barely readable to actual humans. Considering his comments on your favorite book, you take a rough guess that the only thing he will recommend is ancient European Lit.

Except ancient European Lit wouldn’t be in creative writing class.

You lift your head from your iPad, and you widen your eyes, unable to contain the astonishment on your face. Your jaw slams on the table – if it could, while in reality, you press your palm to your mouth, crushing your cheekbones so hard, that you feel your jaw will disconnect the next second.

Your mind blank, unable to come up with any thoughts. Apart from “THIS IS NOT HAPPENING”. In all caps.

On the slide, there is one picture, cropped out from a chapter online. Two paragraphs on the picture, the first describes the action and the verbal communication of two characters; the second describes the mental activity of one character. Below the picture, there is a bracket that contains the source of this snapshot.

The bracket and what’s in it catch your eyes, before the picture.

Well, if it isn’t your damn penname from 9th grade staring right at you in the face.

(A.  Vulpecula, 2020)

Your dumb idiot self wanted something unique and stand out among all the writers in the world. You were, unfortunately, in your Harry Potter phase, and wouldn’t it be a brilliant idea to pick your penname out of constellations, just like a lot of Slytherins?

You ponder what on earth have you written in 2020, raising your head to read your own writing.

Shit, at least it wasn’t your College AU.

This piece is a long story about a witch and a demon. The paragraphs he cropped out happened to be where the witch and the demon didn’t know each other’s true identity.

Your face is burning. You don’t know if you are humiliated by reading your own fanfic in your fucking college class, or if you are gloating because the man who criticized your favorite author thinks your writing is exceptional.

Yes, that “thing” on the screen started out as fanfic.

You also don’t know whether you want to quit this class right this second or stay to hear his opinion on your work.

Or if there’s any value in his comments at all.

Your humiliation doesn’t stop there.

Oh no, it gets way worse.

At least ten slides are focused on your witch/demon au. Barber actually likes your concept of a magical world. He goes on to explain the importance of details, which runs along your story, complimenting how your designs fit perfectly into your story and your characters.

You are flattered, you guess?

But also extremely awkward when he pulls more examples from your fanfic to illustrate his idea.

“Alright, for the upcoming three weeks, we are going to look into more stories. Here is the reference reading, remember to take notes. If you want to, send me a short story or a few paragraphs you have written via email before Wednesday, no more than 500 words, and I’ll see you here next week.”

Before you even notice, the class is over. You, however, are still shocked over the fact that your mean professor likes your work.

You grab your iPad and your bag slowly, scoffing as a bunch of girls swarm up to the podium and giggling, asking Professor Barber for his contact information.

“My email address is in the course handbook, so are the office hours. If you have questions, send an email or make an appointment prior.” He nods them off coldly, though this does not discourage the girls from swooning over his broad shoulders and back under his navy-blue suit.

Your barely-friend sighs, jumping off the podium, obviously displeased by Barber’s cold demeanor. She counts as a “barely friend” because she’s just as active in class as you. Though you sometimes don’t like the way she disregards the lecturer and whisper-yell in your ear when she doesn’t understand.

She pouts: “Can’t get a hold of him.”

“You can always book an appointment for his office hour.” You swing your bag over your shoulder, shrugging, “seniors said he was harsh. I wouldn’t recommend you ‘contact’ him too much.”

“Can’t hurt to try.”

“True.” You wave your hand as a goodbye, leaving the lecture room and a bunch of disappointed girls.

Week 2

On second thought, you should have quitted this class.

Because then you wouldn’t be listening to this ridiculous remark about description over characters.

“I’m just going to let you sit on it for a minute.” Professor Barber pauses his lecture, “think about why Vulpecula describes the man’s blue eyes and red flannel.”

Then there’s silence in the room.

Knowing how easily he gets disappointed, you are not surprised.

Barber wants the “answer”, the best one, the correct one. Well, shocker that students don’t know what he has in mind.

However, in your opinion, which is: For Christ’s sake, the celebrity, Chris Evans, on whom you are basing this fanfic, has a red flannel.

What else are you going to write? Him wearing a suit being a lumberjack? In the middle of nowhere? In a fucking forest?

“What do you think?” Your barely-friend whisper-yells to your ear. Sitting in the front row, she probably makes herself heard for Professor Barber.

You lean away from her, toying with the hem of your sweatshirt, whispering back: “No idea. I’d probably say brings out the characteristics and stuff like tha-”

“Is there something interesting you’d like to share with the class, Miss …?”

Professor Barber lands his piercing sharp gaze on the two of you. Your friend ducks her head to read on her laptop. While you spare a glance at her, you silently spew a curse in your mind.

“Well, Miss…? What do you want to share with the class?”

Great. Now his gaze lands solemnly on you.

You state your name, most unwillingly, and usher out the only reasonable response you can think of: “… because the character the author is basing on has blue eyes and red flannel?”

He repeats your name, “I’d like you to address me as Professor, or Sir. Anybody else?”

He didn’t even say if your theory was interesting, needs work, or some other commentary, which he normally does, trying to inspire thinking and criticality. Like that’s going to work with his tight fist.

You roll your eyes out loud.

“I think red flannel brings out the main character’s – Christopher’s -warm and welcoming character. Red symbols the feeling of fire and warmth, and it’s only plausible that he’s wearing that color, Professor.” Your barely-friend fake coughs, then chirps “her” answer with great confidence.

Professor Barber nods, humming with approval, “very well, you are on the right track. Anybody else?”

Yeah, like anybody is going to know better than you, the author, about how and why you choose to describe his red flannel.

You begin to ponder the question, how is it possible that people interpret too much into the text they are reading? How much people are reading these days are actually the thoughts of critics instead of the authors?

But you are not standing up and revealing that you are A. Vulpecula.

Maybe in your next life but not now.

However, seeing the shocked expression on Barber’s face would be worthwhile.

You can almost imagine how his red lips form an “O” and he stutters due to the bomb you deliberately drop in front of him.

You bite your lips from smiling, too indulged in your imagination to notice Barber glaring at you a couple of times.

“Just a quick reminder that I wouldn’t be looking into more works that are submitted after today. If you want a little feedback on what you have written, send me an email before 12 o’clock midnight. Again, this is not compulsory, it wouldn’t affect your marking, think of it as a fun exercise.” Professor Barber announces once more, shutting off the projector, “we will discuss the coursework for this week next time. Class dismissed.”

Students take their belonging and move slowly toward the exit. You are sitting in the middle of the front row, which means, you are going to be stuck here for a while. A few girls go to the podium to ask questions, which you tune out completely when their questions become giggles.

You are scrolling through your phone when someone calls you by your last name.

Surprise, surprise, it’s Andy Fucking Barber.

“Yes?” You put your phone away, confused as to why he is talking to you.

“Yes, Professor. And I would expect you to pay more attention in class,” his blue eyes feel like ice, numbing your body inch by inch, “that’s all.”

Mother – Fucking - Idiot dickhead - Thickest skull in the fucking galaxy - Every curse word inside your head is cut off by one another, tangling together because none of them is able to describe your fury.

How dares he?

You were paying attention to class compared to at least two-thirds of the students present here. Focus on the word “present”, because you are fairly certain some of them skip this class because Andy Shithead Barber is too harsh.

So what you didn’t provide the answer he had in mind? And the answer he liked was not even close to your thoughts when you wrote that chapter.

You are fuming. You grab your bag and go to the library, sit there for the next two hours, and post a chapter on your Tumblr account about a love story between two vampires.

Your anger blend into your motivation to write. You wrote four thousand words in two hours, which is a record.

Yeah, you will show Mr. Professor Sir your “attention to the class”, see if he likes it next week.

Week 3

You are sure this would be the death of you.

He sent you an email two days prior, asking you whether you have time to discuss your piece of writing in his office, right after his class.

Of course, you RSVP-ed yes, but you have completely no idea why he wanted to talk to you, while other students have already received their feedback.

“OOOOOhhhhhhh, he said I am creative, but my descriptions are a little too detailed.” Your barely-friend squeaks dramatically, earning herself a silent eye-roll from you.

You can’t think of any reason that could explain his email. You wrote as yourself, you have given him a piece of your ongoing work, which was about two vampires. You are satisfied with your work. He could have just written feedback and sent it to you, even if he didn’t like your writing. What could possibly be the problem here?

Professor Barber takes off his suit jacket, rolling his shirt sleeves to his elbow, his calm voice circles the classroom, “coursework from last week, anyone has any idea about why the author wrote ‘There are two trees in the yard. One is a jujube tree. The other is also a jujube tree’?”

You turn to the page of your notes, not looking up at him, “because that’s exactly what the author sees when he looks out of his house?”

As if it couldn’t have been worse, with an extra reminder for you to call him “Professor”, his cold blue eyes glide over you, commenting on your answers to his questions that your ways of thinking and dissecting texts are “far from those of an author”.

His words, not yours.

At this point, you don’t even bother listening to his comments, instead, you start writing on your iPad.

Might as well use the time to do something at least meaningful.

“Did you make an appointment with him before, like during office hours?” When the class is over, you ask your barely-friend in a low voice.

“No.” She shakes her head, a smirk on her face, “I’m trying my best not to get on his bad side. Why? Why’d you ask?”

Like you were trying to. You get on his bad side so very easily. You grunt a “nothing”, waiting for Barber to finish packing his things.

“Okay, see ya!”

Your barely-friend slips out of the room.

You highly doubt if Barber wants you in his office because he would like to give you a compliment.

Andy Barber calls your name to snap you out of your mind. He has shrugged on his suit jacket, his lecture notes in hand, “shall we?”

At least his office is in this building so you don’t have to endure the long and awkward silence when you are walking.

You follow him into his office.

His office is a small room. Three desks are put together, taking up most of the space. His desk is by the window, equipped with computers and office supplies, while he points at the empty desk near the door, “please, have a seat.”

He drags his chair over to sit on the same side of the same desk as you. He sighs, taking off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose. Finally, he puts on his glasses again, rubbing his bearded chin, “do you know why you are here?”

“The homework of 500 words …?” You chew on your lower lip, hesitant to give him the answer.

“It’s Professor or Sir. And yes.” He sits straight on his chair, his blue eyes staring into you, his voice sterner than ever, “and?”

You let out a long breath, gathering enough courage to say what you have always wanted to say in the last three weeks, “to be honest, I have completely not the slightest clue what you want me to say.” You pause, then add a word for good measure, “Sir.”

He sighs again, taking a moment to organize his words, “the reason you are here today is that I want to talk to you about academic malpractice. Now it might not be stressed enough in your past studies, but the university takes academic malpractice very seriously.” He slows down as if trying to imprint you with each and every word he says.

Your brows furrow: “And how does that have to do with…”

He is NOT implying what you think he means, right?

He is NOT implying that you copied someone’s work, right?

Or you let someone copy your work?

“I don’t understand what you mean.” You cross your arms, almost defensive, looking back at him in disbelief, “I can guarantee there’s no academic malpractice.”

Pause.

Oh right, you nearly forget, “Sir.”

“I’m gonna cut to the chase here.” Sir Professor Andy Barber pulls over his own laptop, turning it toward you so that you can clearly see the content on his screen, “the document on the left is your work, the one on the right is a chapter of A. Vulpecula’s stories.” He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms too, allowing what he said to sink in, “can you see the similarity?”

Um.

Okay.

You did not expect this. Not one bit.

Of course, what he shows you are two identical snippets.

But since when is “presenting something that you have personally written” a crime?

You cannot hide the amusement on your face. No matter how hard you try to suppress your grin, it just keeps getting wider and wider.

“I know that it’s only homework, a practice at writing, if you will,” he gestures at the screen, unaware of your grin at first, “it won’t be reported to the university, but I strongly suggest you, not to copy other’s work just because you would like to impress your lecturer.”

He stops talking when he sees your expression, which must be a mix of half-laugh and holding back, though none of the above successful.

“I’m sorry, is there something funny?”

His voice ice-cold, clearly not pleased with your reaction, your behavior, and you as a human being.

Yeah, you can tell he is pissed.

“No, nothing,” you nearly snort out because of suppressing your laugh, “please, continue.”

“No. Indulge me.” He purses his lips into a thin line, blue eyes so sharp that they could pierce your skin.

Silence.

You thought about letting the misunderstanding of “academic malpractice” grow, but if there’s one thing you simply could not abandon, it would be your academic integrity.

You cross your legs, loosening your arms, “I just … I find it funny because I submitted my own work.”

You wait for your words to sink in.

Barber shakes his head in disappointment, “academic malpractice is what -”

“I have submitted my own work.” You cut him off, “I am A. Vulpecula.”

You really don’t mind beating the information into his thick skull.

But, alas, battery & assault is a crime here.

You pull out your iPad, opening the folder of manuscripts. Clicking on the vampire AU, you show him your own manuscript and what you have written in the past hours.

“I can post this chapter early to prove my point, if you like.” You lay your iPad in front of him, leaning back in your chair, “anything else, Professor?”

More silence.

“No. Nothing.” His mouth slightly agape, not entirely what you had in mind, but close enough, “thank you for coming by.”

“No worries.” You pack your things, heading to the door. “For the record,” you turn on your heels before stepping out of his office, “week 2, the discussion about the red flannel?”

“Yes?” He raises his head.

“That was really because Chris Evans has a red flannel, Sir.” You look at him one more time, then lower your eyes, “goodbye, sir.”

Two months later, you are celebrating with your friends in a pub, that the finals are over.

Your real friends, not your barely-friends.

“Phew! Tell me about what you wrote for your Creative Writing!” Your friend fans her tongue for having swallowed a shot, nudging you to tell them more about your major and your classes.

You down your shot in one gulp, wincing due to the burn in your throat, “well, I did learn my lesson. I wrote a new piece, about a cheesy princess-bodyguard romance.”

Your friends don’t know about the full story. You altered the details a little, not telling them about you being a part-time some-what-famous writer, but enough for them to understand your situation.

“We also had this ridiculous lecturer, a skinny guy, who keeps asking you why about everything and every question-” Your friend rambles about her life story, with a round of “No way” “No shit” “What???”.

“I’m gonna need drinks, not shots.” Another one of your friends stands up, dragging you along with her to get drinks, only for her to dump you at the bar while she hurries to the bathroom.

You wait for the bartender, slightly bored.

“Hey,” your first name was called, a slight tap on your shoulder having you turn around. Andy Barber is standing in front of you. He is wearing a casual shirt without ties, and denim from the waist down. With a beer in hand, he smiles at you, “fancy meeting you here.”

“Likewise,” you nod curtly, “Sir.”

He waves his hand as if it was nothing, “please, no need for that, Sir or… just no.” He smiles nearly apologetically, “I never get the chance to say I enjoy your writing. I’m sorry for discouraging you in class. You are an exceptional writer.”

This takes you by surprise.

“Oh! Okay…? Thanks?” You twist your fingers together, unable to think of anything that could respond to him, “I’m … flattered?”

“Please, if anyone is flattered, it’s me. I am very glad to meet an author I appreciate.” He extends your hand for you to shake. You shake his hands lightly, engulfed in his large and warm hand for a second.

The friend who abandoned you for bathroom slings an arm around your shoulders, although she can barely walk straight, “oooohhhhhh, I think he’s cute!” She yells in your ear, giggling, “you should sleep with him!”

You are pretty sure Professor Barber heard that.

He looks flustered, his neck a shade redder than before, mumbling, “I suppose I’ll leave you with your friends.”

Speaking of your friend, she disappeared – more like dashed - to your table with your drinks, yelling to your other friends about how you are “getting laaaaaaaaid” tonight.

“There goes my ‘said’ friend.” You chuckle, “it’s nice seeing you, Professor.”

Barber lowers his eyes before looking into yours, his blue eyes sparkling with joy, “please, I’m not teaching you anymore. Call me Andy.”

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Hi. Do you have any fic where they are in uni/college and their parents are pushy about studies or smth

Hi, anon...here are some that fit what you're looking for...

Own the Scars by @crinkle-eyed-boo

“But I don’t belong here,” Louis insists. “Why do you say that?” James asks. “These people are all drug addicts and alcoholics,” Louis shrugs. Something sparks in James’ eyes. “And you’re not?”

Louis has never felt like he was good enough: for his stepdad, for his life-long best friend, for the life he's supposed to want. After an accident that nearly costs him his life, Louis' parents send him to rehab where he’s forced to face his demons. On the long and difficult road to recovery, Louis must confront the truths he’s been avoiding about his future, his relationships, and his sense of self-worth. Because before he can love anyone else, he’s got to learn how to love himself first.

And I'll judge the cover by the book by harrystylesandstuff

At twenty years old Harry has his life figured out. He’ll graduate from the private University of Buckingham and move to Oxford to study journalism. He’ll meet someone who shares his values and accepts who he is, and apply everything his successful parents have taught him.

At twenty-two years old Louis has no clue what he wants in life. He’s not sure he’ll pass the year and doesn’t know where he’ll go after that. He spends his time smoking away his doubts about himself with his friends and all he cares about is making sure his family doesn’t fall apart.

They don’t belong together.

Or a Private University AU where Harry is a queer posh prince, Louis is a closeted troublemaker, and neither expect to understand each other the way they will.

with venom on your tongue by wildestdreams / @thelavendrhaze

While Louis had to try so hard to stay focused and be the best, Harry somehow did the same things with ease and confidence. He hated how Harry glided through life, carrying happiness on his shoulders like it was nothing when it was arduous for Louis. His carefree demeanor made Louis feel crazy.

But that feeling just motivated him to always keep his eyes on the prize. Number one in the class rankings every year and the valedictorian spot the next year when they graduated. He was so close he could taste it. And if the only thing in his way was Harry Styles, then Louis was willing to up the stakes to figure out what made him weak just to beat him.

“Whatever,” Louis eventually said to Liam. “He’s a fucking cliche.”

or a boarding school AU where Harry and Louis are academic rivals until they realize they’re more similar than they thought.