#demonrry

[cherryjuiceblues]

𝐘/𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒

➯ A VANILLA LIME EXTRA. ✰ demon!harry valentine’s day fluff. sexual content. mild degradation. mocking and teasing. minors dni. 𝑤𝑐 3.4k ッ vanilla lime masterlist

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Y/N blinks in a way that she can only assume demonstrates befuddlement. She turns around half-expecting Harry to shove something less than pleasant in her direction. Flick her nose or smack her arse. But he stands rather sheepishly before her, hand hidden behind his back and a hint of a redness spattered around his cheeks despite the harsh line of his mouth.

She frowns, “What’s this? What did you say?” 

“It’s February 14th,” he states, surveying Y/N as if to make sure she reacts in a way that doesn’t catch him off guard. When she raises his eyebrows, silently expectant that he explain himself, Harry presents the object behind his back. He’d procured it only minutes before.

“It’s—”

“—a bouquet.”

Y/N bites her lip to curb a teasing smile—although she feels the pleasant warmth filling her chest unreservedly—stopping herself from saying I can see that. “Starting to like these human holidays, huh?” reaching for the flowers without hesitation, quick to melt in front of him contrary to the front she likes to display. 

He plays dumb. “Holiday? Is a holiday obligatory to be able to give your girlfriend flowers?” He slings a cocky arm around her shoulder, now that his offering has been met with obvious tenderness, and presses a kiss into the side of her head. “Something about this Valentine’s made me want to celebrate it… can’t think what.”

A giddy giggle bubbles from Y/N’s throat, “Okay, softie,” she smiles, only slightly startled by the realisation that— “I didn’t get you anything,” looking up at him with apologetic eyes widened in adoration.

“Oh, well I’ll have these back then.” Harry’s paws hardly have to uncurl to make space for the stems, blindly reaching from over the curve of her shoulder.

“Ah! No!” Y/N shrieks, pulling them away from his thieving fingers. Her body is no match for the strength of his but she tries her hardest. “They’re mine now, you can’t have them back.”

“I could kill them,” his eyes darken around the edges as he threatens to curl the edges of the petals and turn them a sorry wilted colour.

“You wouldn’t dare.” And she’s right. No, he wouldn’t.

Their morning is no different to any other—aside from the blooming petals decorating Y/N’s kitchen table, and she’s certain Harry keeps leaving new flowers inside the vase. She’s half worried she’ll blink for a moment and her entire bedroom will be filled with an assortment of foliage; she’d be able to open a garden centre from the comfort of her own home.

Harry has seemed a little softer lately but Y/N would never say anything—worried he might amp up the bullying in an embarrassed retaliation. It’s not as if she doesn’t love the way he plays with her, but it is undeniable that seeing her demon becoming sappy and fuzzy around the edges makes her heart all mushy just the same.

It makes her think back to a different time—when she pretended to hate the way he made her feel, and Harry relished in the grumpy outbursts he elicited. It’s why when he asks her, “Is there anything you want to do today?” that Y/N thinks—yes, yes there is.

“Can we— I was wondering…” It’s not scary to ask but…

A smile tugs at the corner of the demon’s lips, “Mhm…”

Only through fear of embarrassment does she stutter, “Would you like to… I don’t know— I was just kind of thinking it might be nice to go and see the cottage.”

Harry tilts his head for a moment, like a patiently awaiting dog that’s heard their owner ask them if they want a treat. And once it registers, he doesn’t react the way Y/N expects. He frowns, trips over his own words like he’s sure he’s misheard her. “Are you— Really?”

“What? Is that bad?”

“It’s just— well, no. I’d have thought that place would haunt your nightmares or something.” 

Oh. That’s… that’s unexpectedly thoughtful and overwhelmingly distressing all at once. “You really think that?” Did he? Was it a regular worry of his? Does he look back upon a moment in time that Y/N cherishes but see it through glasses tinted with the overcast of a grey sky.

“I don’t know… maybe.”

Y/N’s eyebrows dip slightly—sadly, “Oh, Harry—”

He cuts her off before those pitiful eyes pierce through the skin over his chest, “—Okay, Bambi.”

But she’s determined now—to make new memories and relive old ones. “I love that little cottage. Can we go back? Only if you want to.”

“Of course, I want to. I want what you want.”

The saccharine timbre of his voice soaks into the flesh of her cheeks—warm and buzzing—and it’s hard not to bite her lip as she starts to get excited. “So we can go?”

Harry smooths a palm over the top of her head, mussing the hair there just so he can watch her fix it, mumbling out a soft, “Yeah, we can go, sweetheart.”

It’s like nothing has changed.

Y/N and Harry appear at the doorstep and it’s as if the cottage has been sealed inside a bubble—unaffected by the hands of time. She supposes it is entirely possible that time does move differently here; it is glistening with magic after all.

She can see the ghost of herself storming off, tripping over a rogue root and being cushioned by the wrap of Harry’s body. She can see the side of the cottage peeking out, its pathway yearning for footfalls, the lake rippling underneath the canopy of the magical willow tree and the memory of their first kiss emanates a glow. A sense of calm washes over her—her home away from home—a part of herself connected to this place in the same way she is to Harry.

As soon as her counterpart opens the door, Y/N is barging her way inside, desperate to see that everything on the interior is just the same as the exterior. It’s like falling headfirst into a memory, and once she’s given a head start, her feet carry her away in a rushed and giddy sprint. Harry doesn’t use any magic, he follows her slowly, lets her run whilst he calmly walks, and still makes it to the bedroom only a few seconds after she’s arrived. 

He watches with an amused smile as Y/N jumps onto the bed, Harry’s bed—the one he’d slept in when they’d stayed here all that time ago. Watches as she inhales less than subtly and nuzzles her face into the sheets when she happily finds that they still smell of him. He watches but not for long because his automatic reaction is to gravitate towards her, climb up onto the end of the bed and flatten his body out on top of hers.

She lets out a girlish grunt from the weight, squawking in a pitchy cacophony, “Urgh! Heavy.”

A mere grumble is all she is returned with—full of fake disdain as he lets his limbs relax—“Don’t hurt my feelings.”

“No, no, ‘m not. Heavy and strong. Big and strong.” 

They can feel each other’s ribs expanding with each breath; Y/N’s lagging some with the weight but not enough to warrant disrupting the sudden peace.

“Good.”

A silence falls upon them, only occasionally interrupted by inane thoughts spoken aloud. Y/N thinks she can somehow push herself further into the mattress when she sighs out, “Love this bed.”

And Harry, sleepy but not quite as much as her—demonstrated so brazenly as he quirks a smile into Y/N’s hair. “Yeah? Love the way I fucked you in it.”

There’s something so dry and cut-throat about the way drowsiness makes her sound, “You didn’t even stick it in.”

Admonished, Harry snorts, “Stick it in? Where is your decorum, Bambi? We should change that, hm?”

“Later,” she sighs, indeed melting further into the bed with a dreamy noise.

Harry kisses her cheek, shifting his weight off of her so that he can tug her body into his side instead. “Y’tired?”

“A little. I wanted to do something though.”

“What’s that?”

“S’ a surprise,” words slurring—tangling together in the haze of her dwindling consciousness.

They sleep for a while—thirty minutes, an hour, maybe—Y/N loses track of the time in this place but it’s never been less of a problem. Everything is the way it is meant to be when they’re here. And when the pair uncurl from around one another Y/N mewls in delight as the memory of their destination washes over her once more. It fuels her with bubbling energy, body twitching to burn it off but Harry doesn’t release her waist the way she hopes for—his sleepy brain unguarded in its blatant likeness to someone’s old, grumpy cat that hisses in distaste if ever awoken.

Y/N tries to slip out from beneath his ironclad grasp but she’s met with a grumble, low like the distant hum of an engine. “Let me out.” It’s a meek request—not the most persuasive she’s ever sounded in her life—almost as if… perhaps… she doesn’t really want to leave the warmth of Harry’s body and the smell of his soft clothes.

“Stop talking.”

“Come to the kitchen with me.” Her voice whispers like they’re not the only two people to be existing for miles upon miles.

And that’s how she lures him into baking an attempt at coquettishly shaped cookies—hearts (that Harry is less than impressed with, “Not even your heart is shaped like that, Bambi.”) and bows, flowers and bunnies—with a palette of pinks to smother their tops in. Y/N is so delighted in her mischief, watching Harry like a hawk to gauge his miffed reactions, although deep down, both of them are aware of a level of playful annoyance. Their penchant for getting on each other’s nerves only fuels the gears of their affections for one another.

“I could just… y’know, give you some cookies—we don’t need to go through the whole process.”

Y/N thinks he’s just grumpy for the sake of it—grumpy and old. Like a cat. “That defeats the whole point, Harry. It’s fun! Aren’t you having fun with me?” She widens her eyes, purposefully big to tug on those demonic heartstrings of his.

He only frowns, nose crinkling ever so slightly to indicate he sees right through her. But whether he does or not never makes much of a difference. “Yeah, no. Of course. Of course, I’m having fun,” he raps his knuckles on the table impatiently, “I love…” drumming out an annoying rhythm, “...spending my finite time on this planet waiting for tiny, wee biscuits to bake that’ll take me five seconds to inhale.”

He thinks it’s funny because he’s immortal. Y/N doesn’t laugh. “You’re such an old fart, oh my god.”

Harry hums, unperturbed by the slight mockery she makes of him as he slinks his arms around her middle and mumbles into her neck, “A certain little human lady is teaching me bad habits.”

“What does Mr. Impatient want to do whilst we wait?”

“I can think of something…” fingers teasing at the bottom of her soft cotton t-shirt, slender digits dancing along the line of skin he discovers.

“Of course you can,” she rolls her eyes to herself, trying to dampen the smile that dictates the shape of her mouth. “That’s for later, Harry.”

“Huh?” She’s inclined to believe that he’s drunk on her already—from a brush against her midriff. His warm body presses against her back and Y/N is nearly convinced to lean into his embrace and encourage his hands to explore across her front.

“You can’t seduce me.”

“Think that’s what I’m doing right now.”

“I won’t let these cookies burn because of you.”

“We don’t have to go anywhere—you can keep an eye on them the whole time… I don’t need to take your clothes off to make you cum.”

He nearly gets her. So very nearly. Made obvious by the lag in her reply and the catch of her breath that only someone like Harry could possibly hear. But Y/N wins for now, painfully stubborn as she pushes her head back to lean on his shoulder whilst simultaneously denying him. “No, you can wait.” 

Harry makes sure she pays for her questionable prioritisation.

“You made me wait. Now it’s your turn, isn’t it?” His lips curve upwards into a satisfied grin as he undresses her—after a gently firm shove to push her to the bed—cruel to do as such whilst he promises not to touch her. “Oh? What’s this? Got all dressed up for me, did you?”

“No,” she grumbles. “S’for my other boyfriend.” The white lace shudders against her ribs as Y/N exhales shortly; the air punched from her lungs as Harry traces the pads of his fingertips along each bump. She resists squirming. 

“Mm, that is such a shame. He won’t get to see it,” Harry juts his bottom lip out in a condescending pout. “But seeing as I’m here to admire… let’s make a few changes, shall we?” Y/N has no time to agree or disagree—to even ponder upon the question for a moment before the colour of her skimpy lingerie transforms before her eyes. 

Angelic white swirls into midnight black, blossoming from the centre of her chest and swirling outwards to swallow all traces of innocence. Y/N lets out an astonished gasp—never quite expectant of Harry’s free use of magic. It seems her innately human vessel will never grasp the ease in which he procures objects, feelings—moods and senses alike.

“I liked the white,” she huffs, unable to appropriately convey her frustrations when she knows, really, that nothing Harry does is irreversible. Everything is impermanent when you can wield magic. Well… nearly everything.

“Something darker… is a little more fitting, don’t you think?”

Y/N didn’t assume that this Valentine’s would necessarily end in a passionate romp between her and Harry—she knows that the holiday is sort of an excuse for partners to have sex but… they’ve never needed one before. However, had it been playing on her mind, she’s not sure she would’ve had edging on the cards for this romantic date.

No one is to blame but Y/N for being so careless in her thought process—because it’s Harry. And Harry is cruel—cruel yet sentimental in the strangest of ways.

“You remember what happened in this bed, don’t you, Bambi?”

Yes. Yes, she remembers all too well. How could a person ever possibly forget such a night? He tortured her. It was blissful delirium. 

She’d tried to beg, she really had, hoping that maybe a surrender may win him over but—no matter how much his sharp edges have become smooth curves—he is still a demon, and the prospect of squeezing tears from the corners of her eyes was too much to surpass.

That was nearly an hour ago, and Y/N is at her breaking point.

“Listen. Listen to me. Hands—” he shoves them roughly above her head, “—up.” Y/N doesn’t want to listen to him. Harry has been all lewd strokes and overexaggerated groans for at least fifteen minutes… his fingers coated in the remnants of her arousal—and her resolve is weak. She wants to touch him; caress the ruddy head that beads with precum, that slicks down his shaft and makes him shine. Her mouth waters for it and her arms struggle to stretch out. “Yeah—yeah, keep trying, keep trying baby. You’re so fucking crazy for it. Such a desperate little thing, hm?”

Frustration bubbles in her throat, sliced in half by a whimper—pathetic and needy. “Not again, don’t do this again, Harry.” Her cunt pulsates, the gusset of her newly dyed panties soaked through. He hasn’t even ghosted a breath over her warmth. She throbs with the memory of the first time he’d done this—made her cum with a few thuds and glides against her clit. He would be evil to do that again.

Harry twists his wrist on every stroke, humming out a feigned agreement, “Okay, alright. What should I do instead?” Y/N knows it matters little what she says, but she doesn’t even part her lips before he continues squeezing himself to the sound of his own voice. 

“You want me to touch that pretty pussy, do you?” Y/N nods anyway—despite everything. Harry pouts, “Oh, why’s that? S’all achy?”

“Please, Harry,” her words topple out in a sigh. She doesn’t want to whine, she wants to hold out and appear completely unaffected by everything that he does but— “Please?”

“My girl’s all helpless f’me. Helpless and wet, isn’t that right?”

“Yeah,” she’s reduced to a whisper as Harry leans down, crowding her space with his broad body. The promise of his silky skin hangs above her, imprisoned in the palm of his hand. Her eyes trail down his front unashamedly, silently wanting.

He smothers her lips with his own and they taste like sugar. Sugary sweet from the cookies he’d moaned lavishly over; only half a performance, the other half satisfied to have waited for them to bake after all.

But now, Harry doesn’t think of confectionery—not in any sort of edible form anyway. Or in the traditional sense, at least. Right now, Harry licks all the flavour from Y/N’s mouth. He’s messy and he’s unhurried, sliding a palm up to curl around her patiently awaiting hands—locked up in her own embrace above her head. Their digits entwine with one another and all lingering thoughts, had there been any to begin with, just drift away.

Y/N barely registers the rip between her thighs as Harry tears at the seams of her underwear without even a hitch of his motions. Her gasp is delayed—only permitted when the demon pulls back an inch to allow her a short inhale—and then all she can do is whine into his mouth as the familiar teasing pressure buds at her entrance.

It’s unlike Harry not to draw out every drag and watch the sensitivity wash over Y/N’s face. It’s unlike him but Y/N can’t say she dislikes the snap of his hips against hers and the force in which his body nudges her up the bed. Sounds are forced from her lungs like angry fists to a punching bag, eyes wide open and tied to the magnetism of Harry’s own—a mirror image of two mouths dropped open in dumb pleasure.

“Cum around me,” he pants through short shuffles to frame his forearms on either side of her head as he cups the top of her scalp in an overwhelming desire to carry the weight of her. “Cum around me, baby. Let me feel you.”

And it’s hardly a chore. Not when her insides were already tightening, teetering on the edge as if waiting for those words of permission, his blessing, his yearning. Eyes roll back and knees jerk, souls reach out to wisp and curl around one another if just for a second, as Y/N pulls Harry along with her and over the edge.

They’re a harmony of ecstasy, a single soul comprised of two vessels—as their blood rushes through their veins and thrums underneath the surface of their warm skin. Harry settles on top of her, nestled snugly inside like there could never possibly be another option. They won’t be finished for the evening; that goes without saying. 

He fusses over individual strands of her hair, smoothing them down and silently ridiculing the sweat that misplaced them. Y/N breaths quietly beneath him, eyelids fluttering closed in an unmistakable image of a happy fatigue. She speaks in sleepy murmurs, lips heavy to move but she tries her best. “You know you don’t have to celebrate human holidays just for me, right?”

Harry’s hum vibrates through her chest, “I know… but I heard a rumour that they’re not so bad,” he dips down to her ear, making her squeal and tilt her head to try and hide in her neck, “if it means seeing you so happy.”

”You’re such a romantic,” it’s meant to be teasing but as she forces her eyes open, they practically cast out holographic hearts. Y/N won’t admit it but, she’s always wished to redefine Valentine’s day—to spend it with someone who actually matters, who won’t make her resent each year that it comes around, to celebrate each other with tried and true simplicity. 

She thinks they’d meet in another life—without all the magic—her and Harry. It’s a feeling so strong when she looks into his eyes, a feeling that makes it feel possible to will things into existence just by dreaming about them hard enough. 

And Harry always seems to understand, as if he might be doing the same, as he dips down to whisper into her parted lips, “I spent a long time yearning for a companion like you, my little love. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

[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.

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Tales From the Modern Incubus | Part 17*

Summary: You & Harry attempt to catch up on some much needed physical activity (*cough* sex *cough*) but Adam being around makes being alone together rather difficult, until you make it work. The Four are still plotting but their efforts continue to fall short. Aim tricks Lilith.

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.

Warning: SMUT, exhibitionism, voyeurism, use of ties, slapping, spanking, choking, anal play, talk of evil spirits, religion, spells, seances, etc.

Characters List

Part 16

Part 17*

Adam really liked Harry. He liked you too, of course, but Harry was… sexy and charming. His smile was attractive with deep dimples when it was genuine. His voice was arousing. His eyes were mesmerizing. Adam couldn’t get over how attractive the incubus was. But he soon learned that you and the demon were an item. It didn’t stop him from recognizing how alluring Harry was.

And because you’d been busy with trying to halt the plans of high angels and demons so you could be safe, you and Harry hadn’t had sex in two days. But Adam turned out to be a very good resource, so it was worth it. Though he was still learning, his abilities were incredibly impressive immediately. It was at once far easier to veil your presence. Adam didn’t even know what he was doing but, like you, all he had to do was merely think what he wanted and it was. Well, for the most part.

And tonight, you all were laying low. Harry was getting antsy, though. He’d been smelling you for half the day, just as you could sense his need. You’d been busy, getting the work done that was needed but now that things were quiet and Adam was reading from some of the ancient texts you’d brought, you figured you two could mess around a little.

It would be very hard to keep your deeds a secret, though. Not only could Adam read your thoughts (and emotions you found), the little model house you were in was not of good quality and it was not that big. The walls were rather thin. Even if he couldn’t read your mind, he’d probably be able to smell and hear you both.  

Harry was already half-hard in his Gucci trousers. He was too easy to get excited and you hadn’t even done anything. You acted like you didn’t care but Harry knew you were already achy and dampening your little lace panties he watched you put on earlier. Harry had foregone underwear himself, as he does from time to time, but he regretted it in that moment. The skin of his thickening dick was brushing into the inside seam of his zipper and it was only making him hornier. The more he thickened, the tighter the squeeze and his tip was pushing upwards against the waist in his trousers. And the way he could be in your head now, knowing the things you were thinking about him… yeah, he wasn’t going to be able to stop his erection from growing.

You and Harry were on the couch while Adam was at the dining table reading and learning. Harry played along with you, pretending he didn’t care as well. You were both reeling, swelling, breaths slowly getting heavier. The TV didn’t work in the house (actually none of the electricity did), because there was no reason to set up cable in a model home. So, there wasn’t a lot to do. You weren’t interested in reading anymore. You wanted to play with Harry.

When you brushed your arm along Harry’s thigh on “accident” Harry huffed and spread his legs. He turned his head toward you slightly and inhaled your scent. You turned your own head toward him but kept your eyes on his muscular, cloth covered thigh and wished you could bite into it. Obviously, your thoughts were not hidden from Harry, nor from Adam. Harry’s own thoughts were much more vulgar.

“There’s a bedroom upstairs you know,” Adam offered when he looked up from his reading. He could feel and hear what you both were, and it in turn made him a little aroused. He was bummed to find out that Harry and you were an item. He’d have loved to try him out too, but he quickly realized Harry was yours.

“Thanks, Adam,” you smiled at him and then finally put your eyes on Harry’s. He was looking down at you. The black of his eyes nearly completely taking over.

“I can’t handle it anymore. I need you,” Harry whispered, though it didn’t do any good to whisper given that Adam could hear almost everything.

You stood from the couch and looked over at Adam with an apologetic look, “We’re gonna, just… sorry, Adam,” you gave him a thin-lipped smile and Adam just shrugged.

The room was dark and the bed was cheap but big. With the door closed you and Harry quickly stripped down and he immediately latched on to your neck and you moaned softly, putting your hands into his hair. When he’d bitten down on your flesh you pushed him into the bed and climbed over him, straddling his hips as you placed your hands on his chest, “What do you want first? Want to eat?” You grinned. You were gonna climb over his face and make him lick your pussy no matter what – but he always wanted to eat your pussy anyway.

Harry nodded and breathed in a sharp breath when you dragged your wet pussy over his shaft, “Fuck yeah. Gimme that pussy…” he moaned as he grasped onto your thighs to pull you up to his face.

For some reason you had the urge to go slow. Harry was in too much of a hurry so, without thinking a second thought, you playfully slapped his face, knocking his head to the side as he grunted. You hadn’t really thought out your action. It was like second nature somehow, almost as if he’d asked you to. His mouth parted and his eyes were completely dark now. His nails bit into your skin.

He liked it. But so did you. His chest heaved and he licked his lips with his black eyes on yours. You grinned defiantly and then slapped him on his other cheek and Harry grunted again and his breathing deepened in need.

“You like that?” You didn’t realize he’d like it so much but when he whimpered in reply with a short nod, “Yes, please,” you knew you’d unlocked something new in yourself as well.

You smiled and looked over his face before giving it another smack, causing him to moan louder and hiss in pleasure. His grip on your thighs tightened and you grasped his hands and pulled them over his head with both of yours holding them down. You were leaned over Harry and he couldn’t help but lift his head and wrap his mouth around your right breast. He bit at your nipple gently and you threw your head back and gasped.

“Holy shit, Harry. Fuck,” you panted out. You moved yourself up his torso until you’d settled your pussy over his mouth and sat, you couldn’t wait any longer. He immediately began eating into you and licking you up. You let go of his hands and placed yours on the headboard and kept your eyes on him as you rubbed yourself over him. You angled your pussy down so your clit would rub over his nose and you gasped softly. Two days was too long.

Harry couldn’t make a sound except muffled moans. His mouth was covered by pussy and he wasn’t going to complain at all. It felt nourishing to lick you up and down and have you smearing yourself over his face the way you were. His cock was untouched but he felt the pleasure you were feeling and it made him throb and his balls tighten.

Sitting on his face was probably one of your favorite ways to get off. Harry loved it too. Loved your thighs wrapped around his head, muffling his noises as your flesh pressed over his ears. He also couldn’t get enough of watching you from underneath, the way your breasts wobbled when you’d move, how you’d take over control and begin riding him harder til it hurt, the taste of you dripping down into his mouth, the way your labia and clit would press into his nose and he’d almost pass out from lack of oxygen. You’d get rough when you were on top of him like this, but he fucking loved it.

And this time was no exception. You began grinding down over him as he held onto your ass to keep you as close as possible. He could feel your cunt fluttering and could make out how loud you were being, even with your thighs covering his ears. He began to think of Adam and how he could probably hear you. Though, that didn’t bother Harry one bit. He didn’t mind showing off at all. You didn’t either.

“Suck it, right there, Harry!” He began to slurp at your clit as you grind down over him and he felt your shockwaves take over as you started to come and he moaned deep into your cunt as he spurted his own hot come over his torso. His cock twitching and pulsing as his come poured out its tip.

But you weren’t done yet. You moved back down to straddle his waist and issued him another quick slap as you laughed. Harry groaned and kept his hands at your hips and you smoothed yourself over Harry’s shaft, up and down slowly. You looked down and noticed the come all over his stomach so you slid upward and rubbed yourself on the dip of his belly button, “What a waste… all this delicious come,” you took your finger and wiped it through his sperm, then rubbed it over your pussy before you brought it up to your mouth to lick it off. Harry breathed out a whine as he watched you.

“Oh? Did you want some? Here…” you were grinning as you put your finger back through his come and then brought it up to Harry’s mouth, “open.”

Harry opened right away and wrapped his lips around your finger. You’d never done this with him before but you really liked watching him lick his own come off your fingers.

“You’re so dirty, Harry. Ejaculating all over yourself without even being touched and then licking it off your girlfriend’s fingers?” You teased Harry smiled and his breathing was still heavy as he spoke, “Hit me again.”

So you slapped his cheek again, with a little more fervor this time since he asked to be hit. You watched him as he opened his eyes back up and looked at you in pleading so you did it again and he groaned into the room and his hands squeezed your hips roughly making you suck in a sharp breath from the bite of pain it caused.

Adam of course was hearing everything. He was just trying to keep his own cock compliant because so far it sounded very hot and you hadn’t even started fucking yet. He was going to do his best to ignore you two, but it was very hard and he could hear each and every one of the noises Harry was making. He tried focusing on the text he was reading.

He read over a few more lines, and then over them again because his mind was having a hard time retaining information in that moment. Then he heard Harry’s voice get louder and the bed springs creaked and your laughter bounced off the walls.

“Trying to dominate me, little girl?” Harry spoke as he was now on top of you, with your body pinned down by your wrists and hips. He had your hands above your head, not unlike what you’d just done with him. His hips were pushing into yours keeping you flat on the bed. You could feel his dick digging into your pelvis.

It happened quickly. One moment you were on top, slapping him and grinning and then next Harry growled and then pushed you off of him to your back, and now here you were. You laughed at the suddenness.

“No. But it seems like you liked it, Harry. I know you liked it,” your bratty smile stayed on your features until Harry released your wrists and shifted himself so he was in between your legs. He grasped the base of his cock and ran his head through your crease. He nudged at your entrance and you kept your eyes on him. His brows were stitched together in frustration and you were about to laugh at the state he was in until he pushed himself inside and moved into you hard. Your mouth dropped open and any voice you had was gone.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it. But I also know what you like,” Harry pushed in until his balls were pressed into your bum, “and you like this cock.” He breathed out his words. It was relief to be inside of you finally. He was desperate to get in there.

You let out a shallow breath as Harry began to rock into you slowly and the bed began to dance under you. You were already so wet and Harry’s cock was slipping into and out of you with just the right amount of friction. Even with your arousal coating him, he was still so thick it ached.

You closed your eyes, savoring the way his cock stretched you and spread your insides apart. You felt Harry lifting your legs upward to rest your ankles on his shoulders as he continued driving into you. You sighed at the new angle and Harry dipped in deeper.

And poor Adam. Hearing the hottest man he’d ever seen railing a woman. Harry was strong and had great stamina. Adam tried not imagining what it would be like to have sex with Harry himself. But that’s the thing. The more one tries to push away a tempting thought, the harder it is to do so.

Adam could almost see it. The way the bed was creaking in rhythm with Harry’s hips as he slammed into you, the sound of wetness and breathy moans. The dirty talk. God the way Harry spoke to you, the way Adam could tell his voice was strained from lust. He didn’t want to think about it.

But when he felt himself plump up in his jeans he groaned and closed the book he’d been reading. He placed his elbows on the table and put his head in his hands and shut his eyes to will it away.

“Fuckkk! Harry, oh god please…” you moaned and Harry pounded into you harder at your words. The bed was cheap and the springs in the mattress were digging into your back, but Harry’s cock was too good to let anything bother you.

“Yeah? Want me to come inside your tight hole? Shit… I’m gonna come…” Harry tried to hold back. He got himself too worked up at the feel of you and it had been two days to be fair. Plus it was you. Your pussy was magical and he felt your pleasure in himself.

You buzzed as you felt Harry’s cock twitch and he started to release his warm come inside of you. The way his orgasm burst out of him was something you could feel too. You felt his orgasm and his pounding heart. You gasped when you came suddenly, unexpectedly.

Adam palmed over his crotch and sighed. He was too far gone at this point. The way Harry sounded as he reached his high, and the pheromones he released were too much. He got up from his chair and the room you two were in was finally silent for a moment, as you were both coming down. Adam went into the bathroom, which unfortunately was closer to the bedroom you two were in. He pulled himself out of his jeans and began working on getting rid of his erection by fucking into his palm quickly. He had just meant to jerk himself until he came and then he’d be okay. Then he could ignore whatever else you two might do. He just needed a quick nut.

You looked up at Harry as he helped you move your legs down from his shoulders. He lowered his mouth and kissed you softly. Dreamily. It was easy to forget that you two weren’t alone when you were in the throes of passion, but now, with your orgasm seeping away into the distance you were hyper-aware of the smell and sound of Adam.

Harry broke from the kiss and looked down at you. You both heard it. Adam was masturbating. You stared at one another for a few moments and then in unison nodded. You were thinking the same thing. You didn’t mind if he wanted to watch. You actually were starting to develop a thing for having people hear you. In Italy, you and Harry were wildly loud, probably annoyingly so, but to you, knowing others could hear only made it hotter. And you still had yet to have invisible sex in public. That would be on the list.

“Hey, Adam?!” Harry spoke as he pulled out of you and sat back on his heels. You leaned up to prop yourself onto your elbows as you both heard Adam halt his movements.

“Fuck!” Adam whisper-shouted to himself. He’d been caught. When he took a deep breath and his fog cleared for a moment he realized he was being invited. Not to join but to watch. Did he want to watch? Harry was quite the specimen and he’d really like to get a better look. And you, well, you were adorable and he liked the occasional straight porn when the male was hot enough.

But then he wondered if it would be weird after. Would you two freak out about it later? Would he? You three were meant to work together to stop some pretty scary things from happening so was this a good idea?

Suddenly there was a knock at the bathroom door and Adam knew it was Harry. He tucked himself back into his jeans the best he could and clenched his jaw as he leaned forward over the sink, palms down. He shook his head as he looked at himself in the mirror. His whole life was upside down. Nothing would ever be the same for him. He laughed briefly about the crazy circumstance he was in and thought, fuck it, before opening the door.

Harry was fully nude, tattoos drawn over his torso and even a large one on his thigh, hard cock stood outward, thick and long, still wet. Adam was shocked by the size of it. Adam’s own cock was impressive but Harry’s was… how did you fit that thing inside of yourself, he thought. Adam looked back up at Harry’s face and swallowed thickly.

“Come in and watch if you want. We’re gonna be going at it for a while. Maybe all night. You deserve a break from studying. Come and have some fun. I promise it’s not going to be weird after,” Harry dropped his gaze down Adam's frame and saw the bulge at the front of his pants and smirked before dragging his eyes back upward to look at Adam in question, “It’s up to you, but you’re turned on by it so, thought we’d offer.”

Adam breathed out a laugh and looked down to his feet. Was he really about to do this? Yeah. He was. He followed Harry silently to the bedroom and Harry pointed at a soft armchair that sat in the corner of the room, “Put it wherever you like so you can get the best view.”

You were watching Adam as he seemed a little hesitant but you knew he’d loosen up soon. He wanted to watch or he wouldn’t have followed Harry. He was horny. He moved the chair closer to the bed and sat in it.

Harry kneed up to the bed and crawled toward you. You’d never done anything like this, but you were excited for it. To have a hot man watching you get nailed to the bed by another hot man. You watched Adam as he sat in the chair. He still had his pants on, but you figured they’d be coming off at some point so he could stroke himself. You noticed how his eyes were on Harry’s back.

Harry wrapped his hand around his cock and you spread your legs as he settled in between them again. He kissed you and then nudged you back to lie down. Lifting your legs, he bent them at the knee and put his mouth over your pussy again. He flicked his tongue over your clit and through your folds and you moaned at the feel of his mouth devouring you. You turned your neck to see Adam shifting in his chair and then felt Harry swat at your thigh, “Don’t look at him. He’s just an observer. Keep your eyes on me. You only think of me when I’m doing this.”

Adam scoffed and Harry lifted his mouth off of you and turned, “What?”

Adam cleared his throat, “Don’t worry man. I’m not like, looking at her really. But I can go if you want,” Adam knew Harry was okay with him in there. He just wanted to voice it. The whole situation was weird. Hot. Strange.

“If you want to go you’re free to. But I can tell you’re enjoying this,” Harry turned to look back down at you and moved your legs again so you were spread wide with your feet on the mattress. He was enjoying this a lot. He liked being watched, liked it when anyone found him attractive. Harry had done things like this before. He’d had orgies and shared partners with friends. But he wasn’t willing to share you at all. Things were different with you. Your bond made him feel very protective and possessive. And this was a perfect scenario because the one watching was attracted to Harry, not to you. He just wanted your attention on him, though.

Harry turned you a bit and then when he situated his hips over yours he suddenly pushed his long cock inward and you both gasped as the bed rocked and creaked under his force.

Harry railed into you hard in long strokes, really making you feel his cock as it dipped deep, parting your insides at each thrust.

“Fffucck!” You shouted at the way he was pounding you into the creaky, cheap bed. His balls were hitting your ass and Harry was grunting.

Adam swiftly removed his cock from his pants as he watched Harry’s thick cock move in and out of you. The way Harry’s ass clenched at each thrust, the muscles in his back protruding and contracting, the noises he was making. The natural smell he was emitting.

“Oh shit! I’m gonna fucking come so hard inside of your cunt…” Harry groaned as he railed you deep before pulling out suddenly. He was panting and his eyes were black.

He flipped you to your tummy, “Ass up, baby,” he smoothed his hands over you bottom as you positioned yourself, ass up. Harry smacked your bottom and you moaned and wiggled a bit. He spanked at you with a bit of what you felt was necessary force until all at once his entire length was slammed into your guts. You were knocked forward and he gave you little time to adjust before he was working into you deeply and you were pushing yourself back against his relentless thrusts.

The sound of sex was loud in the room and even Adam was on the edge as he spit over himself and jerked his cock, his eyes on Harry’s cock as it plunged into you, his balls wetted with you, the scene was hotter than he thought it was going to be. He always preferred gay porn. But there was something about watching Harry’s big dick penetrating a wet pussy with such force, and your ass was red with hand marks all over.

“Taking my cock like you’re made for it. Fucking yourself on me like you’re desperate, baby. Yeah? It’s that good is it?”

You nodded and moaned, “Fuck yes, it is. I need your cock all the time, Harry!”

Harry was going in hard but you could barely hear his skin slapping into yours with the way the bed was rocking and the headboard was banging into the thin walls. The bed was shit. It almost felt like you were in a rocking chair.

Adam was taking his time now that he was allowed to. Before he’d been invited to watch he was going to be fast about it, but he loved a good long wank and watching the demon fucking into someone was incredible. And every now and then, when Harry would lean over you at a certain angle, Adam could see his bum hole and it was sending Adam. He could smell it and almost taste it. God he’d love to lick Harry up but he knew that wasn’t allowed.

You heard it though, Adam’s thoughts. And you pushed yourself up a bit and turned to look at Harry, “Wait,” you said as Harry slowed his movements.

Adam continued stroking himself as you spoke, “Lie on your back. I’m gonna eat your ass, Harry.”

Harry breathed out a laugh and his nostrils flared, “Fuck. Okay.”

You’d done it before. It wasn’t bad. Harry was clean and the way you got him to moan and whine when you’d do it was such a turn on. Plus part of you wanted to show Adam that he was yours to lick. He could fantasize about it, but that would be as far as he’d ever get.

Harry got on his back and you moved his legs up, bent at the knee and put your hand around his cock. He was warm and wet with your arousal so it was perfect for the way you were going to jack him off in front of Adam. You scooted lower and licked over his balls, and then lower to his bum between his cheeks.

The moment your tongue made contact you felt what Harry was feeling and you both moaned. But Harry’s moans got progressively louder and his whining was breathy.

It didn’t take you long to get the result you were looking for. You stroked him with one hand while your mouth licked over his ass. Before he could come you remove your mouth and stuck two fingers inside of him, reaching as deep as you could go.

Harry suddenly began to shake and his whines were so loud. His body tensed as you brought your mouth over his cock and continued pumping your fingers into his bum and he was whispering and moaning your name, “Fuck me. Fuck me like that, Yn! Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Yes!” His breathy chants of yes continued until he was bursting into your mouth, salty come slipping down your throat. And then suddenly your own orgasm was triggered by his, you could feel his in your body, had you moaning and clenching around nothing. You had never come from no stimulation before. It was the first time that had ever happened and you loved it. Loved that you came because Harry came, because you could feel what he was feeling. You nuzzled yourself down over his dick as far as you could get and Harry put both of his hands on your head as he quivered under the pulsing orgasm you’d just given him. Your nose was stuffed into his hair, that smelled of you and you pressed your thighs together and rocked your hips in your own high.

And that’s when Adam came all over his hand and on his t-shirt. He grunted, but kept his noises to a minimum as he watched the scene before him.

You kept Harry deep in your throat until you felt his body finally relax under you and his hands lifted from your head. Your body relaxed finally when your high began to subside.

You moved your mouth from off his cock and Harry laid with his eyes closed, chest heaving. You turned to see Adam with his cock still in his hand, his own chest rising and falling rapidly. He’d clearly come all over himself.

The three of you had come at the same time. It made you feel pretty powerful to be sitting in the room after making Harry come and having Adam in a chair with his own softening cock in his hand. You don’t know why it made you feel so powerful, but it did.

Calling on Dybbuk had not been successful. Not yet anyway. It had already been days and Zozo kept answering their call during the séance. The first time Zozo appeared he said he was Dybbuk, appearing as the dead spirit, and wasted hours of their time. He led Hannah and Asmodeus to where he said you were and they found soon that he was fucking with them. That’s when they realized it was Zozo and not Dybbuk who’d come to them.

But they tried again and each time the spirit to answer was Zozo. Now, this isn’t uncommon when hosting a séance. Zozo tends to be the one that comes to the scene, not the one called upon. He’s tricky and he misleads those wanted to make contact with the dead and pretends he’s the one they are seeking. When humans call on dead spirits with a séance or use a Ouija board he likes to come to them too. But many times, he does very awful things to humans and then they become haunted by a dead spirit that Zozo brings with him to attach to the human who’s doing the calling. Especially if they are alone.

In this case, they were short one soul. If they had just one more angel or demon with them calling on Dybbuk, he’d probably come to them and Zozo wouldn’t be able to penetrate the will of five celestial beings. But they couldn’t have a fifth. They needed their secrets to stay with them.

“I don’t think we have an option. We’re going to have to just wait to meet them until tomorrow,” Hannah spoke.

They had been strategizing and plotting, divining their sights and calling on Dybbuk all this time and it was all for nothing. It had been a total waste. And in this time they’d lost track of Adam somehow. He was no where to be found. They knew he was with you.

“Let’s talk to Aim before we give up. He didn’t allow us to know anything but he might be interested to know his incubus is still missing. Maybe somehow he’s made contact with them. It’s worth a try,” Michael said.

When they released Aim the day after cornering him and questioning him, Aim made sure to document what he knew. He was tempted to go to Satan, or Lucifer right away and tell them about the plan but he wanted to wait. Wanted to see how you’d deal with the issue first because sometimes, going to Lucifer backfired. He was just as caught up in himself as The Almighty was. They didn’t care much about anything or anyone.

And Satan, well, he was mean and now that Aim had waited as long as he had to come forward with what he knew, he might imprison him for treason. Because Aim had known about you since the beginning. When the watchers found out about the truth and your powers were revealed, was when he should have gone to Satan, but he didn’t. So he’d be held in contempt. Lucifer was more easy going, would probably not care that much. But that was the issue, he didn’t care. Aim imagined Lucifer laughing him out of his lair. Lucifer and The Almighty wouldn’t dream that someone would try and overthrow them. Threats had been made in the past but none had gone through successfully.

So Aim felt it would be better to wait. Because he knew too much and he could be setting himself up for more trouble. And part of him thought that if you and Adam could team up, you’d be able to stop the plan entirely. It was certainly a possibility.

Aim was easy to find. Lilith approached him and Aim felt her presence right away. He shook his head before turning to see Lilith with a smug look on her face.

“We need your assistance again Aim. Come,” she gestured with her finger in a come-hither motion.

Aim sighed and looked up at the dark sky of Pandemonium. He’d been on his way to a meeting with Beelzebub and the Order of the Fly. It had been a direct invitation as well. If he missed it, Beelzebub would know.

“Aren’t you invited to the meeting of the Order of the Fly? It’s about to begin and I’ll be missed if I don’t show. It would not be a good look to have you pulling me away from my duties so you can plot against those who have requested my presence. I’ll be forced to tell them you were the one to interrupt their proceedings,” Aim looked at Lilith.

Lilith actually hadn’t realized a meeting had been called. She was normally invited. The proceedings were usually kept quiet. The Order of the Fly is a bit like a secret society that only the most powerful could attend. Yet somehow, this time, she was not called to join.

“I can’t make the meeting but we have far more important things to discuss, you and I,” Lilith realized that calling Aim away could be trouble. But they were running out of time. Out of options. They wanted to have some kind of advantage going into the earthly realm tomorrow to meet with you and they currently did not.

Aim pushed out an unamused laugh, “Ahh… I see. You weren’t invited. Oh, that must feel just terrible. Do you think they’re on to you, Lilith? You and Asmodeus? He probably wasn’t invited either and he’s a fucking Prince of Hell. What do you think that means?”

Lilith scoffed. It did get her hackles raised, though, and she knew he was right. There could have been a leak of information. They were getting sloppy. Now they had a good handful of outsiders involved in or who knew of their plan. Any of them could have snitched and perhaps the meeting was about them. About their plan.

Feigning nonchalance she spoke, “Fine. Go on then to your little meeting. I’ll find you later.”

When Lilith vanished Aim let out the breath he’d been holding. In fact, he knew that the meeting was about something very specific, but it had nothing to do with Lilith or Asmodeus and their plan. It was a hearing for one of the legions Aim led. He was called to be there to oversee the committee and final verdict on a case that had been ongoing. Lilith and Asmodeus would not need to be present, but at least he got her thinking and feeling paranoid.

You’d had Harry tied down on the bed now. His wrists were connected by the fabric of a shredded blanket secured to the headboard. His cock was still thick and hard. He whined as you slapped his face and sat over his chest. He needed his cock sucked or fucked and you’d been teasing him. He wanted to use his hands on you to push you down over his dick but he resisted. He could have easily snapped the fabric. You knew it too.

Adam had left for a bit but had come back in to watch some more when he, once again, couldn’t concentrate on anything but the sound of you and Harry. It had been going on for hours. Adam realized that angels and demons had abilities that humans did not. And one of them was that sex could go on as long as they pleased and that a penis could continue to stay hard and come many times over.

Before Adam met you, he noticed how he was always able to perform as long as necessary but his human partners would be spent after one orgasm, or two at the most. It was an eye-opener for him to understand this bit about himself. So many things suddenly made sense to him. His own lack of refractory period meant the sound of you and Harry fucking and moaning was hard to resist. If he had been a human man, he could have come to orgasm and had been fine for a while, maybe for the rest of the night. But since he was not human, he wasn’t gone long from you two.

“Please, Y/n. Fuck yourself on my cock. Get yourself off on me. I need to feel you,” Harry groaned when you gave him a bit of respite. You smiled down at him. You both had black eyes and you were dripping over his chest, your pussy pressed over the butterfly tattoo.

“Need your cock warmed up, honey? Aww… Let’s see…” you turned a bit and reached your hand back over his throbbing dick. He was thick and heavy in your hand. You cooed at just the feel of it on your palm. The skin on his shaft was tacky from the liquids that had begun to dry over him (spit and your arousal).

Harry sucked in a sharp breath at the feel of your hand on his cock. He was dying to come again and you could feel it. Which meant you were dying for it too. So you moved down over him, letting your cunt settle over the top of his dick.

“Want me to fuck it? Hmmm?” You spoke, a tinge of mockery in your voice, but you were just as desperate as he was.

“Please. Please…” Harry begged and so you lifted and angled yourself to put his tip at your entrance as you slowly pushed down over him. Harry gurgled out a moan and closed his eyes. He bent his knees (you hadn’t bothered tying his ankles down) and put his feet flat onto the bed and began shifting himself to get deeper into you.

“Fuck!” you groaned when his cock impaled you sharply. You leaned forward and pressed your palm onto his neck and squeezed his throat a bit. Harry opened his eyes and his mouth was already hung open in desire but now there was a smile to go with the yearning.

He continued fucking upward into you as you placed one hand on his broad chest and your other held his neck down.

Harry was panting and looking you in the eyes. His nostrils flared and he was moaning softly each time his tip dipped deep enough that it was being squeezed by your insides.

Adam was very much enjoying the show. He liked seeing Harry’s arms tied above his head and you gently choking his neck. He really liked getting quick peeks of Harry’s thick cock each time he pulled back before thrusting up into you.  

You increased the pressure over Harry’s throat and his soft moans were now quieted from the extra pressure. His breathing became labored.

You were gasping at the fast thrusts from him and your clit was in perfect contact with his pubic bone. You were gonna come soon and your mind was swirling as your whimpering grew louder.

Harry was in ecstasy. You felt so good on him, around him. When he felt himself about to orgasm he lost control. He ripped the cloth tied to his wrists from the headboard and grabbed you by the waist as he continued pounding into you from below. You were forced to release his neck with the sudden impact of his hard thrusting and you held onto his forearms.

“Gonna fill you to the brim…” Harry panted his words and his fingertips squeezed hard into your flesh as he continued the assault on your pussy.

“Come inside me, Harry! Please!” You breathed out a long moan when you began to come and your body shivered from the intensity. Harry’s cock was still working in and out of you, poking deep into your guts when he finally released into you, filling you up with his come for maybe the fourth time that evening. Not counting the time he came down your throat.

Adam let out a cough and grunted when he came, throwing his head back. He hadn’t realized it, but his own eyes were black as well. His carnal pleasure had taken over and he was in a haze of ecstasy and frenzy.

When you’d caught your breath and calmed a bit you found it bizarre what you were doing. A month ago, you’d never imagined yourself being fucked by a demon and having someone watch you get railed as you came. You’d never imagined how easy it could be to fall into such a way of being. But you weren’t normal. You weren’t human. And even though there were moments where you had to pause and reflect on how fast things had changed in your life, you’d never considered going back to how they were before you met Harry.

When you and Harry heard Adam standing up and shuffling around you both looked over at him. Adam took note of your attention on him and in the silence and darkness of the room, everything seemed so funny suddenly. You started to laugh a bit and then Adam joined in. Adam was also struck by how odd this was but he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t enjoy it thoroughly.

Harry just laid on his back as he watched you and Adam laugh about the moment you were in. Harry of course wasn’t new to this so he didn’t find it as comedic as you two did, but he could appreciate the absurdity you two felt.

Oh, but things would only continue to get more absurd for you, Harry, and Adam. There was no turning back now.

Part 18

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[muffindaddystyles]

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

Word Count: 1.2k.

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

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

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

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

“Sleep little baby.”

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

“The jumbie will eat him.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What in the clingy fucking fuck.

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

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

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

Going invisible while being there, inches away from her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[purplekiwis]

I Did Something Bad

Hey! I was bored, so I decided to write a short, completely random halloween blurb about a a newly born demon who lacks control over his killer instincts.

warnings: do NOT read this if you're skirmish about death stuff!!!! mentions of blood, demons, dead bodies, literal murder and creatures feeding off creatures. ⚠️⚠️

words: 1.2k

“Harry!!” You screamed as soon as you laid eyes on the reason why you had been asked to descend to the earth's surface that night. You'd come down to fix what your apprentice had described as a small screwup, only to discover it was actually a monumental fuck up. “That’s Lucifer’s son-” Your voice was laced with sheer panic. “You killed Lucifer’s son! You- you butchered him!!”

Harry stood next to the deceased, his head bowed and his arms dangling behind him like the ones of a child who realizes they've done something bad. “‘M sorry. I-I didn't mean to. I just… was really hungry and...” Your enraged gaze lifted to him. He wasn't supposed to be hungry this late at night - he'd been sent down to feed himself. “I know I was supposed to be hunting humans, but they’ve all been so nice to me, and blood is so yucky. I'm not interested in eating them.”

You glared at him. “So you chose to eat one of our own instead?”

“No, of course not. I had no intention of eating him.” He denied right away, offended by the suggestion. “Why can’t I eat non- bloody food like humans do? Did you know they have a building called Wendy's where you can get a Frosty? Those are my favorite food. I wish I could eat them every day.”

“A Frosty,” You snorted derisively. “Your demon hunger will never be satisfied by human food. It's not nutritious, and it’ll give you fang decay if you have it too often.”

“Well then I'd rather not eat- which is precisely why I was hiding out here in the woods, where people don't come at night. But then he showed up out of blue and… I think I bit him. I don't remember it very well.” He looked down at the lifeless body for a moment, then back at you. “Have you ever bitten someone you weren't supposed to?”

“You didn't bite him Harry; you ripped half of his neck off.” You stated matter-of-factly. Thankfully, demons did not bleed as heavily as humans did, but it still didn’t look pretty. Harry's face, hands and shirt were covered in blood, but the head dangling off his victim by a sliver of tissue was undeniably the worst. “We’ll have to be careful while we move him. The last thing we need is for his head to fall unnoticed somewhere. I don't think your darling humans would like that very much.”

“You’re being really mean right now.” Harry grumbled, crossing his arms in a furious manner. “You were supposed to be helping me feel better, but all you've said so far has made me feel worse.”

You let out a harsh, sarcastic laugh. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Please tell me, what should I say to cheer you up, exactly?”

“Anything that relieves my guilt.” He huffed.

“Okay, then.” Crossing your arms as well, you sighed. "Taking everything into account, at least you got rid of the stupid offspring rather than the valuable one. Killing his sister—who has always been daddy's favorite—and getting away with it would have been much more troublesome. Oh, and I've always thought that he lacked survival skills. Does that improve your mood?”

Harry appeared surprised, as if he had not expected this outcome. “A little bit, actually.” He noted, inhaling deeply before turning his attention to the matter at hand. “Okay um… now what?”

“Grab his arms, I’ll take the legs.” You decided quickly, putting yourself into position. “We have to drag him deeper into the woods. The wolves will take care of the rest.”

Harry positioned himself on the opposite side of you and gave a single nod. Together, you attempted to lift the body. “Bloody hell!” He groaned, as you both shifted from side to side in an attempt to balance out the added weight. “Why are bodies so much heavier when they’re dead?”

“Good thing we won’t have this problem once Lucifer finds out what you did. He’s going to chop you into pieces. You’ll be much easier to carry that way.” You chuckled but soon realized Harry wasn't on the same page as you. His face was pale and solemn. “Hey, I was just kidding. No one’s going to find out, okay? We'll make sure of it.”

“Yeah, okay.” He nodded but didn't seem entirely convinced. “Let’s just go.”

The entire forest was shrouded in fog. The more you looked up at the evergreens, the more they blended together like a dry pastel painting in deep blues.

The ambient noises created by nature at night were spine-chilling, but they were drowned out by your heaves, grumbles, and the thunderous sound of your feet as you moved through the isolated forest lands.

“Okay. Here is good, I think.” You took a deep breath as you carelessly placed the body on the ground. You'd spent thirty minutes walking deep into the woods. There were no running trails that led this far, and the area wasn’t regularly patrolled by rangers either.

As far as you knew, the only creatures that walked through these dense, hazy grounds so late at night had fur, sharp teeth, and a fondness for biting. You hoped they were feeling ravenous...

“Now we wait.” You murmured as you sat on a fallen tree stem a few meters away. “It shouldn't take long. They've been watching us for a while. I could feel them moving alongside us as we walked.”

“Okay um… big question; won't they try to kill us if we stay here, like, right next to the fucking food source?”

“No.” You replied flatly. What a ridiculous question. “They're scared of us, but don’t worry… they’ll come. The free food is too tempting for them to refuse.”

Just like you had predicted, it didn't take long for a wolf pack to start crawling from behind the foliage. They prowled the area like scavengers, until they finally approached their easy meal.

“I think I'm going to be sick,” Harry's murmur drawed your attention away from the wolves and toward him. He appeared even paler than before - he was practically yellow.

“Don’t you dare.” You warned him, angry eyes flashing directly at his. “You are not going to puke twenty feet away from where we dumped the body. Hold it.”

He swallowed heavily, leaning against a tree to try to keep his composure. You had been in his shoes before, so you knew what it felt like. “How do you do it? Why are you staring at it? It's revolting!”

“Because I’m evil, Harry.” Your lips smirked slightly. You had been expecting for him to go into shock eventually, and it was likely that was what was happening. “And so are you... you're just not ready to accept it yet. One day you will though. One day you’ll realize how pointless it is to try to run from who you are - from who we are.” You held out your hand and grabbed his red-tainted one. “You have a monster's heart....  and what you did tonight only goes to prove it.”

He shook his head as his eyes began to well with tears. “No. Tonight was an accident. I wasn't trying to kill anyone.”

You looked at him with wide eyes, almost amazed by his conviction. “Good people don't experience accidents like these, I'm afraid.” You squeezed his hand and cracked another smile. “Come on, let's get out of here. As soon as the sun rises and Halloween is over, walking around with all that blood on you will start to look suspicious.”

[1800titz]

Okay, okay, okay, HEAR ME OUT. Tamara and the Demon esque little short story idea here, but a little less heartache and a little more beyond a kiss, (and I listened to Memento mori — the Adelaide Symphony Orchestra version the entire time I was editing, so kudos to that for the title), with an MC called Mila who sees the Tamara and the Demon painting and is, like, fascinated by this tale of woe. Cue incubus!H that starts to torment her wet dreams. But she doesn’t know he’s this horrific incubus, quite literally horrifically tormenting her REM cycle. No, to Mila, these are all just nonchalant wet dreams featuring a curly-haired fellow who she’s (peculiarly, she can’t place it — she must have robbed his face and implanted it into her subconscious from somewhere) never seen in her life, but he gives the greatest dream cunnilingus of all time, so she’s not complaining. Maybe she is, just a little. She needs to get laid. But then, but THEN, cue incubus!H standing at the foot of her bed. Because he’s stronger, now, right? And Mila wakes up — she should be scared, she should be so scared to see this masculine silhouette eclipsing her window, his shape painted by the moonlight that cascades down the edges of his stature. But she isn’t scared. Sex and souls — he thrives off of those two, little things, because incubus, duh, and man, has Mila been feeding him sustenance, because she just invites him into those lucid dreams again, and again, and again. And now? Well. Now is the fun part.

[sleepyhollands]

ALMOST READY TO EDIT DEMONRRY JUST WROTE THE CUTEST SCENE FOR THEM OMGGGG

[eddiesghxst]

thinking about angel!reader and maybe…demon hunter!harry (i was thinking abt demonrry, vampirerry, or even incubus!harry but i think demon hunter goes best). also thinking this would be a period fic, bear with me y’all fr. reader probably gets sent down to spy on harry for a while and make sure he’s doing his job thoroughly, something about harry having a difficult time tracking one specific demon down.

anyways, since you’re always watching harry, you obviously see a lot of shit go down including: a shit ton of demon killing, harry’s ridiculously boring night routine, and a lot of hookups with random men and women he meets at bars and brothels and whatnot.

poor reader, you’re beyond confused when you come back to watch harry through his little cottage window, only to see him kneeling in front of a woman, head trapped between her thighs as the woman squirms beneath him.

fast forward to after harry finally confronts you about following him (because obviously he’s known all this time, he’s not stupid) and you two end up forming an odd little friendship. you continue to watch harry from a distance though.

at one point, harry even put out a bowl of food on his windowsill for you (because even though angels don’t need to eat much, he oddly finds himself worrying about you). you knock on his door to return the bowl and he opens it, glancing at the empty bowl in your hand as you frown at him. “i’m not a stray dog that you put food at your doorstep for.”

“you ate it though.” “yes i ate it. it was my favorite kind of soup.”

cute.

anyways, one night it starts storming terribly, and you were shivering in the cold and dark rain until harry suddenly slapped a piece of paper against his window with the words, “stop being stubborn and come inside.” written in black chalk.

reluctantly, you end up going inside. harry makes you a cup of tea and sits you down in front of the fire he’s made with a cozy blanket. he sits on the other couch across the room, reading a book (something you’ve learned he loves to do) as you slowly sip your drink.

you finally break the silence, “harry?” “…hm.” you look over at him, but he doesn’t look up from his book. you then shift your body to turn to him.

“…what was it that you were doing to that woman that one night?” you’re hesitant as you speak, “the one you met in town.” harry’s lips twitch, a ghost of a smirk appearing on his lips. “the blonde haired woman?” he asks. you nod before speaking, “yes.”

harry still doesn’t bother to look at you. “i was pleasuring her.” he says. you tilt your head in interest. “with?” “my mouth.”

you nod, turning away from him and breathing deeply. you think about it, about the actions he’d explained, and you find yourself becoming hot and bothered but you blame the fire for the heat rising to your cheeks.

“…harry?” “hm.” “how…how does that work?” a few moments of silence pass and he sighs, flipping the page. “you have never been eaten out before?” you blink at the words, glancing toward him to see that he’s now looking at you from across the room. “n-…no…i’ve never heard of that before…” you frown in deep thought. “how…how do you do it?” he raises an eyebrow as you glance toward him again.

“how do I do it?” he’s suddenly standing up and walking over to you. you watch with wide eyes as he walks over to you, your cold hands subconsciously squeezing the mug in your hands.

“well… i usually have them lay back on whatever surface there is…preferably a bed.” his eyes are soft and shine from the fire light as he gazes down at you, finally stopping in front of your seat. “then i spread their legs…and most times i touch them first, to get them excited. then other times i just go in and take all they have to give”

you swallow heavily at his words, wide eyes locked on his face. “has no one really ever licked into you before? lapped up all your pussy has to give?” you take in a shaky breath, shifting beneath his gaze as he leans down to your eye level, hands on either side of your thighs, thumbs brushing against your soft skin. “n-no…and must you use such crude words?” you huff. “sorry princess. how about cunt?” your face drops. “that’s even worse.” his hands are now softly kneading your thighs and you softly sigh, legs subconsciously parting just a smidge more.

“okay…what about peach?” you think for a moment before nodding. “would you like me to lick your peach, princess?” you silently gulp, heavily blinking at him before hesitantly nodding. and god, with the way harry’s looking at you like he wants to devour you, you almost feel like one of the demons he preys on every night.

[freedomfireflies]

hey would you ever write a demonrry fic

Oooo!! Honestly maybe not, just bc I don’t know much about it and that kind of stuff makes me feel icky 😭 BUT THATS MOSTLY BC OF HOW I WAS RAISED!!

Vamprry and Wolfrry on the other hand I’m so down to explore!!

[cherryjuiceblues]

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄… 𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒

➯ A VANILLA LIME EXTRA. ✰ demon!harry sexual content. use of an aphrodisiac in a pre-established relationship. cum play. mentions of anal. minors dni. 𝑤𝑐 4k ッ vanilla lime masterlist

Harry normally considers himself to be quite an intelligent individual. He’s old, he’s wise, and not a human—which makes him infinitely smarter for reasons invalid.

But maybe he occasionally has lapses of judgement.

And maybe one of these occasional lapses of judgement include finding a tome of ancient magic—disguised as an ordinary novel from the 1800s sitting on the shelf of a recently deceased witch—and having his first thought be to test it out. Because he was old, and wise, and not a human so… what could go wrong?

He sits at his desk, cluttered with years of collected trinkets, and grins to himself—mischievous and meddlesome—when he comes across a spell that reads:

An Aphrodisiac for the Ages — Fast Enacting Sex Enhancer

And he’s cocky about it, because well, Harry’s good at wielding magic; he’s never had any problems. So it doesn’t register as it should that he’s attempting ancient magic and that results won’t occur with just a wave of his hand. It won’t be as simple as looking at that wonky photo frame and fixing it with a gentle curve of his finger in the air, or—as Harry snorts to himself imagining it—picturing his dick hardening and then feeling it happen soon after.

He’s impatient though, and a man. His mind is running with all sorts of images of himself and Y/N performing debauched acts and the possibility of their emotions surpassing the already sure euphoria they both experience together. Which is why Harry is somewhat sceptical. Surely it can’t get any better? Surely he was already as satisfied as he could ever be.

So maybe he skips a few steps—in haste or in ignorance, Harry would never conclude—or maybe he pronounces a few syllables incorrectly or twirls his fingers the opposite directions in which the instructions desire.

But whatever he does, he does it wrong.

At first, when Harry feels his cock plumping up without any of his own assistance, he feels a little smug. That the spell has worked and that he’ll be able to stroll into his bedroom, all cocky, and pin Y/N down ready to blow her mind. And being completely hard is always a bit uncomfortable, even more so when the natural build-up is taken away, but when Harry overtakes the sensation he’s used to and the skin of his cock tightens just that bit further, his heart jumps in his chest.

It immediately hurts. Like I need this to stop now hurts. But there’s pleasure somewhere there, and it is undeniably more intense than he’s ever known before. But he can’t relish in it. Because his dick is throbbing, and his skin is heating up, and his rationality is fleeing faster than the speed of light because Harry is panicking.

He presses a palm to the outside of his sweatpants, hissing and pulling away when it doesn’t immediately relieve the pressure. But then he squeezes—because he has to do something—and precome blurts from the head, smearing all over the inside of his sweats because, as Harry finds comfort in the most, he hadn’t worn underwear. 

It builds up so fast, Harry doesn’t even realise. And it’s intense, sure, but it doesn’t feel like any orgasm he’s had before—it’s so much but it’s also so weak because he’s hardly touched himself and his brain is very much addled—but it’s barrelling towards him and he only has to squeeze himself once, twice more, and then he’s coming in his sweatpants like he’s just discovered masturbation for the first time.

Whimpers tumble out of his mouth, surprised but undeniably desperate, as his cock stays painfully hard inside his sweats. His come soaks into the material humiliatingly but Harry can only watch with ravenous want as his insides coil.

“I hope you were thinking about me,” Y/N suddenly says from the doorway of Harry’s office, peering in and spotting his flushed face and large palm squeezing over his wet bulge.

Harry doesn’t jump. He never does. But he’s not sure he had heard her movements like he normally can. His ears aren’t exactly tuned in to the world around him. 

“Bambi,” he breathes, rushing to tear his shirt over his head, “I’m so hot,” and then his hand returns to his dick, hips lifting into the touch. More sounds fall out of his mouth—mewls and whines and… not Harry. It has Y/N’s stomach fluttering.

He is usually so… so composed. So stoic. Features displaying apathy despite his heart pounding inside his chest. Which is why Y/N cycles through so many emotions in such a short period of time. Surprise, and then worry, and then excitement… and then power. Power to treat Harry the way he always treats her. To give him a taste of his own denying medicine.

Flashbacks cloud her mind of their time spent at the cottage. When he’d threatened to let her only watch as he stroked languid touches over where Y/N should’ve been. It had been an empty threat, of course—Harry had caved quicker than even she could’ve hoped for—but it was still cruel of him. And Y/N wanted to be cruel too.

She wanted to. But then the power she feels coalesces with such an intense need to take care of him. Murky and glaring at the same time. To soothe the anguished lines of his face, the sweat beading at his forehead, and the hardness still confined by fabric that has Harry practically writhing in his seat.

Harry doesn’t writhe. And it feels wrong. It feels unsafe, and unpredictable. Harry is always in control of every situation; Y/N can’t possibly stand there and not make him feel better. Their souls are connected after all, and her heart is racing with his pain.

“Come here,” Harry grunts, desk chair rolling back to encourage Y/N. She stops in front of him, eyes darting around his dishevelled state. “Touch me.”

Normally she’d never have to be told twice. But he looks almost… sick. “Are you sure you want me to—”

“Yes! I want you to, I need you to. I need you, Bambi,” Harry pants, and then he swallows. “Please. It— It hurts, baby.”

And she was in the palm of his hand. Even now. How could she not be? When miles of his flushing skin are coaxing her in, and the rapid rising of his chest is bordering on hyperventilation. Y/N couldn’t possibly play with him. Her eyes start to sting just staring at him. Another time she’d fantasise about playing his role but… not now.

“Y/N.” His eyes are black, voice deep. A contrast from his whining only a moment ago. “Please.”

It’s messy, the sight that greets Y/N as she kneels—surprising despite the obviously sodden grey. Poor Harry looks as though he’s holding his breath as she peels his sweatpants down. And she does have to peel, because they’re excessively wet. Wetter than is humanly possible. And she watches as his thick mushroom tip dribbles a near constant stream of precome, that she suspects could be an ongoing orgasm. One not strong enough to provide any pleasure—only fuel the harsh throbbing and the aggressive red shade of his cock. He smears all over his tummy and Y/N bites her bottom lip at the sight. The skin is so taut, rubbing against his abs as he quivers with shaky pants.

She inhales—gasps, really—battling the warmth that's spreading throughout her body with feelings of conflicted concern. “Are you— are you coming?”

Harry’s breath tremors as he shakes his head, “No. But I’m going t—” the mere feel of his hard abdomen is enough to push him further over the edge.

Y/N reaches forward, latching around him in a desperate attempt to quell something. He makes a noise she’s never heard before. It’s high and strangled. Followed by whimper clawing out of his mouth. She can’t help the noise of her own that escapes around him, eyes darting up to see Harry’s pinched brows and clenched eyes, slick lips hanging open.

And he’s filling her mouth. Really filling her mouth. Ropes of come paint her tongue, and Harry shoots his hand out to grab hers in a vulnerable plea for contact—grounding—as his hips push up and his stomach tenses. His voice trails off, whines turning to desperate rumblings of inadvertent noise.

Y/N feels as though she’s entered an alternate universe—one of begging, and whining, and Harry’s submission. She swallows everything, which is a feat in itself considering that Harry has never had so much to release in his life. But when she keeps suckling (as she usually does until Harry pulls her off by her hair with a dopey smile and a taunting remark) he doesn’t flinch away in sensitivity—nor does he threaten something punishing if she doesn’t stop. 

No, Harry does something even more unexpected. He starts crying. Tears, fat and fast, start falling from his eyes and rolling down his cheeks in unprecedented streams. His chest heaves and his breaths shake but, contrastingly, his face relaxes. Almost cathartically. His eyelids remain shut and his brows flatten out but Y/N is still pulling off him with panic slicing through her chest.

“Harry, are you okay? I’m so—sorry, did I hurt you?” She cups his cheeks, thumbs fruitless in wiping his face. He’s still hard, and Y/N feels it undoubtedly when Harry tugs her into his lap, pressing into her stomach and soaking through her shirt. She doesn’t care.

Harry shakes his head, arms squeezing Y/N impossibly tight. “Sorry,” he whispers, throat dry. “I need to fuck you, Bambi. Need to or I think my dick will drop off.” 

Y/N lets out a laugh, but Harry is deadly serious when he looks at her. He’s shiny with sweat and tears, but his eyes have cleared their inky swirls and green shines through. Still fairly tortured green but it sees her and it pleads. 

“What the fuck did you do, Harry?” She strokes over his eyebrow.

“I don’t know… A spell— I don’t— Just need to—” he leans back in the squeaky chair, enough to hold her skirt up, grab at the crotch of her tights and rip. Y/N can’t even find it within herself to be angry. Not as his fingers curl inside of her underwear and tug desperately to reveal her pussy. Not as his knuckles are coated in her drenching arousal. Harry doesn’t even comment on it—he’s that far gone. “Jus’ need t’fuck you, need to fuck you.” So blind with throbbing pain that all he knows is how to guide his prick into Y/N’s dripping cunt—her body that reacts to his, provides for him—whatever he needs. 

They both stutter as Harry more or less drives himself inside of her. It’s not slow, or gentle. He’s ravenous. “F-fuck—still fucking hurts, Bambi.” His head drops forward, meeting Y/N’s chest. She can feel her clit pulsing and she wants nothing more than for Harry to play with her and fuck her dumb. But it’s not what he needs. And she’d sacrifice more than just her pleasure to take care of him.

So she lifts herself up… and sinks back down. Slowly at first, and then faster—ignoring her screaming legs in favour of milking Harry’s still leaking cock. He might still be coming, neither of them know. All Harry knows is that his every nerve is being stimulated and he’s making a considerable mess.

He looks at Y/N with half-lidded eyes, orgasm most definitely still lingering, and lifts a heavy hand to pull her shirt over her head. If he could speak he’d be praising the ever loving fuck out of her. So good for me. My little human taking care of me, yeah? Making me come over and over. What would I do without you, baby? M’fist will never be good enough again. But all Harry can do is lean forward, desperately tug Y/N’s bra up, and spit over her breasts. It’s drool really, Harry’s sure he’s not in control of any part of his body enough to make the decision to spit on her. He’s not in his own mind.

But he certainly watches as it drips down her skin in a sinful trail and mixes with everything between their legs. It makes him come, he thinks. Or at least it makes his dick leak even more than it already is. And he swears he’s never loved Y/N as much as he does right now; he knows her thighs are burning and that she’s trying to ignore her own needs in favour of tending to his.

“Don’t be quiet, baby,” Harry exhales. He can barely keep his eyes open, and if he can’t see her then at least let him hear her.

“Just want to…make you…come,” she breathes, but her whimpers increase.

“You are, fuck—” 

The inside of Y/N’s thighs are sticky and Harry’s come is slicking all over their skin; they’re peeling away from each other with each bounce Y/N gives. And the sounds are near grotesque. It’s without a doubt that the pair will be repulsed as soon as they’re finished… but right now? They’ve never experienced anything hotter.

“I need more, baby. Need more.” Harry’s voice is tight again, as though the slight respite he received after his orgasm has dissolved entirely. And now he’s back to where he was; profusely frantic.

“I’m trying,” Y/N whimpers, forehead falling to the top of Harry’s head. She couldn’t possibly maintain the speed in which she started. And what she’s doing now can only be more torturous for Harry. “I’m s-sorry.”

He lets out a string of sounds—an attempt to say something reassuring. “Shit—”

And then he’s standing, on wobbly legs, and stumbling into the nearest wall. Y/N meets it with a harsh thud and Harry mumbles some sort of apology. But neither of them really hear it. Because he starts to push his hips into her at a truly demonic pace. One that will really take it out of his poor, little human—but she’d never ask him to stop.

Harry’s fingers grip her waist, each thrust pushing her further up the wall, and his digits are surely bruising her delicate skin. But Y/N will find wonder in digging her fingers in those same spots to reignite the memory in a day’s time. 

He pounds into her, skin slapping loud enough to make Y/N grateful for Harry’s closed windows. And for a moment, it feels worth it—fucking up dangerous, ancient magic—because Harry thinks the outcome could have been much worse. But when he comes again—and fears he may drop Y/N entirely from the force at which his bones rattle—and his dick still doesn’t soften, Harry decides that this is the worst thing he’s ever done in his life.

Y/N is all shaky moans above him, hands gripping to his shoulders for dear life as the pulsating in her cunt grows more and more unbearable. Her clit is screaming to be touched, but she won’t do it. If not for being suspended in the air, then for the sake of making Harry feel better.

But Harry still notices. His eyes are leaking again but he’s still attentive enough to know. Y/N pants, “Did that one feel good?”

“Yeah,” Harry grunts, “Still fucking hard. I don’t know what to do, Bambi.”

It’s the first time she’s ever heard him utter those words. 

Y/N feels their arousal trickle down the inside of her legs. There’s so much, and she’s so swollen, and Harry is so hard. “Let me fuck you. I can do better, Harry.”

He shakes his head, “You’re so good, sweetheart,” pulling her further into his chest, her back sliding down the wall some. “This is my fault. Let me… let me—” Harry slides out of her, and a gush of come follows him. But he’s quick to fall to his knees and collect it all in the hollow of his tongue. He smears it around Y/N’s clit, big hands running up her thighs. His thumbs trail to the inside, smearing their wetness around, before he moves to palm over her backside. Her tights are sodden, and quickly becoming uncomfortable despite the pleasure coursing through Y/N’s body.

Harry tears them further in his haste to feel her skin and Y/N is left with the elastic hem around her waist and baggy nylon falling down her ankles—her panties still pulled to the side. But she feels so good and she shouldn’t be letting him do this. Her hands sink into his hair, tugging at the roots. Harry’s mouth opens in a groan around her clit, tongue dancing at her entrance. He doesn’t even entertain pulling away, hand migrating down to wrap around his soaking cock to fuck his fist in desperate pumps. Beads of come dribble over his thick knuckles.

“Does it feel good, Harry?” Y/N whines. “So warm, and wet. You look so pretty.” Harry nods his woozy head. “Sometimes I get jealous that you get to touch it all the time,” she lets her head hit the wall with a thump when Harry sucks with intent. He’s swallowing multitudes, arousal slicking down his throat and glistening on his face. Y/N wishes she were more coherent; to remember the way he looks right now. So dismantled, so flustered, and unable to hide any of what he’s feeling. Y/N’s not much of a dominant figure but… to see Harry this way is so beautiful.

Their eyes meet, and Y/N can’t help but be pushed to the brink of her orgasm by his red-rims and clumpy lashes—the tip of his perfect nose riding her through as his tongue draws waves inside of her. Harry’s coming all over his hand too, eyelids fluttering shut and face pushing further into Y/N’s cunt as he uses all his strength not to bite down on her in intense pleasure.

His cock finally softens a little. Not enough to deem comfortable but it sends relief through Harry’s heart—that he’s not doomed to an eternity with the most painful erection known to man.

Y/N falls into his lap, skirt concealing their intimacy, and nestles her pussy around his shaft. “How do you feel?”

“Better. Still need another. Can go slower though, I think.”

Y/N says nothing, only pushes her hands against Harry’s chest to get him to lie back against the floor. She unclasps her bra and holds up her skirt to see as she sinks back down and exhales slowly as he fills her up once more. She wishes she could say something sexy. Instead, she leans over him, hips grinding in tantalising circles and wraps a hand around his throat. It’s much less impressive than when Harry does it to her. His fingers actually curl round the entirety of her neck as opposed to the way Y/N’s sort of pathetically cling on.

“You using my own tactics against me, Bambi?” Harry smiles, all fucked out and blissful. His torso glistens with sweat.

“Shh,” Y/N tries, but she’s a little embarrassed. She doesn’t know what she’s doing—every word Harry has ever uttered to her races through her head. “Just—take it,” her skin flares with heat. It doesn’t sound right. And Harry is smiling at her. He’s supposed to be indisposed.

“Y-yeah?” He stretches his neck towards the ceiling, inviting Y/N to squeeze. “You fucking me, sweetheart?”

“Mhm,” Y/N lifts up and drops down once, feeling Harry twitch inside of her and prod her deepest spots. “I… I thought you were a big, scary demon,” she starts, clit rubbing against his pelvis deliciously, “but you’re just a s-silly little boy who can’t even cast spells properly.”

Harry’s chest quakes and his hips lift in surprise. Fuck. “My sweet girl knows how to talk, huh? Keep going.”

Her body is alight with heat and she’s not sure she can keep going. But she says, “You’ve made such a m-mess, Harry. All over me,” her body shines with sweat, and spit, and come. “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Y/N’s other hand presses into his chest, slipping down to rest over the butterfly.

“No,” Harry breathes, palms encircling Y/N’s biceps suddenly and tugging them around her back. She falls forward, cheek smushing into his collarbone.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“You’re so hot, baby, but I need to go faster than that.” And then he’s lifting his hips up, again, and again, and again—forcing squeals out of Y/N and grunts out of his own mouth. His composure is back some, but it’s hardly necessary. Not as Y/N clenches around him, squeezing drop after drop out of his cock and hurtelling him closer to his orgasm. “Should fuck your pretty little bum, too. Make sure you really milk me proper,” he slurs against her forehead as she starts coming around him. Her clit feels tortured against his abdomen but it’s so good. And Harry’s only pounding into her a few more times before he’s painting her insides again. “Fuck, fuck, yes.”

Y/N’s mouldable as Harry pulls her off his still leaking cock and tugs her thighs around his head. She’s a constant stream of whines as he laps her up, dick finally softening against his thigh. He knows they need to clean up now—the arousal is gone, they’re both spent, and Harry’s hurting for a whole new reason. But he can’t help the languid licks of his tongue on her pussy, or the hums that rumble in his throat at the feel of his come dripping out of her and into his mouth. It’s aftercare for him.

But she’s slumping atop of him, and Harry has to pull away. He sits her in his lap and brushes kisses to her eyelids, whispering gentle praise about how good she was for him—how perfect and wonderful and just for him.

Y/N appears near asleep in his arms, but she opens her eyes to shoot an exhausted attempt at a menacing glare. Harry tries and fails to school his smile.

“If you ever touch that spell again I’m leaving you to take care of it yourself.” No matter that she feels weightless, no amount of pleasure is worth seeing Harry in that state again—crying and whimpering. Not unless it is completely and utterly caused by Y/N and he is in every way comfortable.

Harry slaps her bum. “Don’t say that. You’ll always take care of me, won’t you?”

Y/N grumbles into his shoulder as he stands up and heads for the bathroom. They’ve never needed to wash more, and she is sure that she’ll still be dripping come the next day. But with Harry it’s serenity, and leaden limbs, and gentle caresses… and they both fall asleep in the bath—Harry’s soft “I’ll always take care of you too,” getting lost in the swirling tendrils of steam as they rise and dance above their heads.

[jawllines]

can we get another part of tutorry and demonrry next thank you god bless amen

SURE :D

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

those tags… WHY MUST YOU HURT US ALL LIKE THAT?!?! I WAS FINE AND HAPPY TONIGHT BEFORE THAT!!! NOW IM SOBBING UNCONTROLLABLY

what about demonrry being able to feel the exact moment Nimbus and Onyx die because of their telepathic bond, and it causes him to stumble as they’re running away because he feels all their pain and hears their last words.

The scars on his chest feel like they’re being ripped into his body all over again as fresh wounds, but he chokes down a sob and forces himself back onto his feet, wiping at his drenched face desperately as a new wave of tears fights against the back of his eyes. His voice is a raw croak, tight with emotion. “We have to keep going.”

Y/N is by his side, her arm wrapping under his and around his torso, her enhanced strength supporting his weight securely. He probably would have crumbled to the ground again without her.

She hoists him steady, glancing behind them to make sure they’re not being followed. Her eyes reflect the light of a distant fire, which envelops the windows and balcony of their apartment several blocks down. The sound of sirens can be heard echoing from the street, their red and blue lights casting colors around the corner.

Y/N whips her gaze back down towards Harry, arguing in sheer disbelief at his decision. “Harry, we can’t just leave them—!”

“We can.” He states in a low mutter, his eyes flitting between black and their usual jade as he struggles to keep his composure. He screws them shut, a new flood of tears escaping in the process.

She watches them streak down his cheeks, which are blotchy and red in the dim lights of the street lamps. It’s as if his entire nervous system is being overwhelmed. As if he’s feeling too many things at once. As if he’s feeling more than just his own emotions at once…

The realization hits her like a knife to the chest, causing the blood in her veins to freeze over. She can’t control the strangled cry that emits from her collapsing chest.

“We can.” Harry reiterates with a firmer voice, but she can tell he’s barely keeping it together— it’s evident in the tremble running under his words.

She knows that the repetition of the phrase is his way of breaking the news, because he can’t find the heart to say it aloud directly— it’d feel too real. It’s his way of begging her not to push the subject further, or he might completely shatter. They don’t have the luxury of time on their side; they can’t mourn properly right now, given the circumstances. The best she can do is simply oblige and push forward.

Harry had made a plan for this years ago and had walked his girlfriend through it many times. She always joked about how paranoid he was, but as much as he hated dwelling on it, he had a looming suspicion it would come in handy one day.

He’d built a safe house of sorts in a secluded area, which took after their regular apartment and included an arsenal of supplies that could wait out an apocalypse. He’d guarded it with warding against both angels and demons, courtesy of a spell made of his own devising. He’d cloaked and concealed it with magic, as an extra layer of protection. They just had to make it to the portal he’d created in the city.

Harry had the power to summon and close it whenever, so he’d willed it into existence the second he sensed what was coming. He’d opened it far enough from their flat to avoid detection, but close enough to reach during an emergency. The route obviously takes longer on foot, but it’s not impossible. If he or Y/N were to use their magic in any way, they’d be tracked down in seconds. His car and motorcycle are easy targets to follow. It’s stealthier this way, especially at night when they can camouflage into the shadows.

Once they arrive, he can seal the shelter from the inside by completing the last line of spell glyphs with his blood, right across the entrance door that’s identical to the one in their real home. The place should hold them for a while.

“Make this worth it.”

Onyx and Nimbus’ last message rings inside Harry’s head, incapacitating his senses and giving him vertigo as he charges forward blindly, confiding in Y/N to guide them to their destination.

He’d heard their final words right before he felt their life forces be torn from his own; the bond of a hellhound to a demon, being severed permanently by what can only be one thing. The only way to cut such a profound tie.

Death's unique type of pain was also familiar to him, from his first interaction with it seven centuries ago. First it’s sharp and searing hot, overwhelming your whole being, then it drops to an invasive numb cold, like being boiled and then plunged into ice water. Then comes a feathery, lightheaded ache at the base of the skull, as if your very soul is detaching from where your mind is anchored to your body, and then it feels like you’re floating away, being carried off by a swift draft. Then nothing. Just a vast emptiness, so hollow and desolate it’s suffocating.

From his experience, he’s found no other form of pain that could possibly feel that deep and condemning. The sensation is one of kind, and therefore undeniable.

He lurches forward with newfound energy, gritting his teeth through the pounding in his head, tapping into his grief for fuel. He won’t let their sacrifice be in vain.

[knowiloveyoubabe]

hiiiii i know it’s been a long time, i’ve missed writing!!

here’s a little sneak peek of something i’m working on :)

💓💗🥰💕💖🧚🏽‍♀️❣️

[gurugirl]

Tales From the Modern Incubus | Part 18

Summary: Your thoughts start to spiral as you near the time for meeting with The Four but Harry has a plan that might just work to your favor.

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. 6k words

Warning: Some angst (pretty light), talk of religion and God and Satan, etc.

Character List

Part 17*

Part 18

If Harry had been honest with himself the moment he found out what you were, if he had even just once told you to slow down and think about what you’d been through maybe things would be different right now. But he’d been selfish. He had been a little worried about you and about how well you were taking everything. It seemed sudden, the way you adjusted and accepted your new life but he also liked the idea that you took to him so well and he didn’t want to disturb the progress you were making. Harry was clueless about this part. He knew a lot about many things but this was out of his wheelhouse. He was well read and understood humans very well. He’d roamed the earth for a long time. But you were new to him. A being like you. Sure, he’d met other hybrids but he’d never gotten emotionally close to them. Not like he was with you.

But Harry wanted you to be his and he loved that you were both bonded. But was the bond now only a burden to you? You couldn’t break it, you wouldn’t want to but it happened rather fast and Harry had guilt eating away at him when he could tell you were now beginning to doubt everything around you. He should have said something sooner, but perhaps if he’d done that, you’d have dropped him. You’d have realized how much more you could be without him.

He understood that the fear and uncertainty you felt were probably something you should have been trying to feel and confront earlier. And now it was catching up to you.

You were struggling to feel confident about the meeting with The Four. You had few resources and knew very little in comparison to the minds of those who you were about to meet with. Harry was able to fill in the gaps when you had questions and so you were coming to understand a lot and fast, but it didn’t give you the certainty you needed.

With so many things unanswered and knowing the thoughts in Harry’s head (he was not confident about the meeting either) you were inundated with real fear. Fear of the unknown yes, but you were mostly in fear of what was going to happen to Harry. It was an ominous feeling. The time for the meeting was approaching and you felt like you were going to have a breakdown. You’d always been quite carefree and easy going in your life before you understood what you were, but now, nothing was easy and nothing was carefree. You had a real problem on your hands and you had no clue how to stop it. Neither did Harry or Adam. This was uncharted territory.

And what made matters worse was that now your thoughts were laid out for the two men next to you like you’d plated and served them, laid them on the table bare. Nothing was a secret. You had nothing to yourself at all. You appreciated your bond to Harry but it meant that he always knew how you were feeling and what you were thinking and it was a bit overwhelming. It was suffocating and you needed air but you couldn’t get it because you needed to brainstorm about the upcoming meeting.

Harry was speaking but had paused when he realized you were not on the same page. Both men looked at you but they didn’t need to ask you what was wrong. It was all out in the open and you couldn’t handle the pressure of everything. Of all the moments in your life to have a breakdown, to completely lose your shit, now was not the time. But your mind and your emotions didn’t listen to your logical side. You vacillated between what you knew you should do and allowing your emotions to take over. You couldn’t control it. The sensitivity of the moment, the seriousness of the situation was more than you could comprehend. Even with how quickly you’d changed and adapted to who you were becoming, there was still a part of you that was just a college girl who loved life and her friends and didn’t know what she wanted to do when she graduated (much to Enzo and Gwen’s dismay). You felt like you were still sweet and innocent and prayed to God and got spooked by scary movies. And yet, you were now none of those things.

The total and complete overhaul of your understanding of literally everything had transformed you as a person, and perhaps it had happened too quickly. You wanted to pretend things were okay and that they would just work out because in your past life, that’s how it always went. When an issue would arise, no matter how daunting it seemed, you would always get through it just fine. Things always just worked out. But now? You had no fucking clue what you were doing. You had no idea if things would just work out anymore.

Suddenly Harry watched on as you walked out of the cheap model home and he followed you down the abandoned street. Your mind was taking off in different directions and you just needed air. You needed to be away from Harry and from Adam. You weren’t upset with them, not at all. But not having any privacy and not knowing what to do next was choking the air from your lungs. You couldn’t breathe.

You heard Harry behind you, the gravel being stepped over as he quickly neared you, “Hey… stop. I know. This feels like we’re walking into a trap and we,” you stopped your movement and turned to Harry with your palm up to have him stop speaking.

“No. I need to not have you listening to my thoughts right now. I need to feel like I’m in control of something and I’m not and I don’t know what to do but I need to breathe. Alone,” you kept your eyes on Harry’s as you spoke and realized you were crying when you felt the breeze on your wetted cheeks.

You shook your head at Harry. You couldn’t take on his guilt as well. Because he felt guilt about the way things happened between you and him. You couldn’t hash that out with him, though. Not in that moment. You turned and continued walking away from him so you could breathe. So you could think. You could feel the tumult in Harry’s emotions, but it was too much. You already had to deal with your own.

Harry watched you until you’d gotten past the bend and he could no longer see you. But he could still feel you. He could hear you and he hated the way you were feeling. And especially in that very moment when everything seemed like it was going to come crashing down. He felt responsible. He knew what he needed to do. Deep down he’d been aware of his duty. Of his responsibility.

In an act of desperation, because he was desperate, Harry closed his eyes and attempted to invoke Satan. Or at least to make contact, a plea of help. A message if you will. Sometimes Satan would listen. Many times he would not. Satan was easier to reach than Lucifer and The Almighty. The message was simple – he named Asmodeus and Lilith in his plea – citing their plan to overthrow the powers that be, and he also admitted to having failed his task as an incubus. He hoped that something would get Satan’s attention. That the message would somehow get through. Satan would already be aware that one of his incubi had not checked in to give a progress update. Even if Harry had to be detained or imprisoned for not completing his job, it might be worth it to have Satan in on the secret plan. It could also be the one thing that saved him. That saved you.

Harry stayed outside to be as near to you as possible. He couldn’t see you but he knew you just needed time to work through your emotions. To perhaps figure out what you were going to do. Because none of you really knew what to do. You’d meet The Four but then what? Demand that they just stop what they’re planning? Tell them no? It wasn’t like they could force you or Adam to do anything, could they?

There was an underlying current of doubt and anxiety. It was felt amongst Adam, Harry and you. Harry could feel your fear so deep he could almost taste it. Your heart was pounding and your mind was racing.

Harry sat at the front of the house and continued his invocation of Satan. His eyes were closed and he was using his abilities the best he could. Then something shifted. It was like a key had been slotted into a lock in his mind. He opened his eyes and didn’t see you still but this was different. This wasn’t from you. He wasn’t sure what it was. But something just adjusted and felt loosened suddenly. Like a door had been cracked open to let a breeze snake into a stale room.

He got up to find you. Harry didn’t want to wait any longer. You’d been gone for nearly a half hour and even though he could feel you and knew you were fine, he was beginning to feel himself get antsy and his intuition told him to get you and bring you back.

You were at the edge of the development near an open lot sitting in some overgrown grass when he saw you. You had your head in your hands and your anxiety was contained but still simmering just below the surface.

“Hey, my little lemon love,” Harry sat down next to you and put his arm around your back, “want to talk?” You smiled at the name, the ridiculous name. He knew it would make you smile, though, which is why he said it.

Harry didn’t want to push you to make a move. If you three had to miss the “meetup” then so be it. Harry would do anything you wanted even if that meant pissing The Four off even more.

“Sorry. I was overwhelmed. I still am. I don’t know what I’m doing Harry and I feel like everything that’s about to happen is going to be on my shoulders,” you looked to the demon with a frown.

Harry shushed you and kissed your forehead, “Nonsense. We’ll all be there to help. It’s not all on you. I’m here. Adam is powerful too and he can be of use,” he wiped his thumb over your cheekbone and smiled down at you.

You weren’t sure what any of it meant. You had Harry and Adam and your powers but what would you really do? You were lost.

“Did you call on Satan?” You smirked at Harry. You didn’t think that would work. Harry didn’t either, you could tell. Harry smiled at you and nodded.

“Yes. Just as a last-ditch effort. Probably will amount to nothing,” though Harry had felt something happen, something click into place and open up. He wasn’t sure if that was anything to be worried about or something to look forward to. Probably neither.

“Let’s get back, love. We have a little bit of work left to do before we go and face your parent’s and Adam’s.”

When you arrived at the meeting spot Harry noted that there were very few people walking the grounds at Holy Falls. You were deep enough into the woods that you should be safe from intruding humans.

Harry was instructed to stay in the middle of you and Adam. You would do anything to protect him. It was risky bringing him with you but letting him out of your sight could be worse.

You weren’t exactly feeling certain about what was going to happen but you needed to end this debacle if possible. Continually running away wasn’t sustainable. All you wanted was to be left alone but from the moment you learned about the truth you’d been on the run. And Harry was in agreement with you. Obviously. He had never wanted to be put in the middle of anything that would anger those who had power and influence over the realms. Everything that had led up to this moment had all been an accident. A fluke. Even when he found you that first night in your bedroom. It had all been a complete coincidence.

The first person you encountered was a watcher. Well, encountered isn’t the right word. You sensed them before you saw them and they were gone just as quickly. It seemed that the three of you had arrived before the others, but of course they had a watcher scouting the area first. Probably to report back. You didn’t know what was up their sleeve but you felt that whatever they had gave them the upper hand.

Harry kept your hand in his, your fingers intertwined. He didn’t want to let go. You wouldn’t let that happen. Adam was also caught up on what was happening so he was watchful as well but kind of clueless in general.

You could hear commotion in the distance but you knew it was just people heading back to their cabins. It felt like such a long time ago since you’d been here, but the reality was it had only been just over a week. You used to love coming to Holy Falls with your friends and sneaking out after dark to go swimming. You felt a tiny tinge of sadness when you realized you’d never do anything like that again.

“Do you feel that?” Harry whispered and Adam turned his head in your direction. You did feel it. Something vibrating, like the tremor of earth’s plates moving below you. Your blood tingled, and the hair on your arms stood up.

You squeezed Harry’s hand tighter, “Adam, please hold Harry’s hand,” you spoke as you looked all around in the darkness, trying to see or sense anything. You could only sense something, but you couldn’t tell where it was coming from. Your assumption told you that it was The Four finally arriving.

Harry, however, thought differently. It could have been The Four making their presence known but it was a bit more familiar to him, a feeling that made his blood go cold. He couldn’t be sure yet, but he wondered if his invocation had worked after all.

But suddenly when Hannah appeared with the others behind her, for a brief moment Harry figured he’d been wrong about what he assumed it was. He tried to shake the feeling, the buzz that went throughout his body, the way his skin pricked and his feet felt unsteady, but even as Hannah began to speak and the others stood next to her before you, Harry was still very aware of the sense he was picking up on. There was someone else here. This was someone he knew.

“To say we’re disappointed is putting it lightly. You two are making a big mistake in defying us,” Hannah finished as she looked between you and Adam.

The woman, who you assumed was Lilith was clearly distracted by something like Harry was. She was looking around and into the trees from where she stood, her eyes searching all over and you noticed how odd it seemed. The expression she wore was that of confusion, of being caught off guard. Worry.

“Wait!” She spoke loudly and moved away from the man who stood next to her. Lilith walked to the edge of the tree line and moved the brush away with her hands and began slowly sweeping her eyes across the darkness.

You looked up at Harry and he was calm. Still. He knew something. He knew what she was looking for. There was another presence.

Before anyone could blink an eye or speak another word the small tremor that you felt underfoot began to create such shockwaves that it became hard to steady yourself.

A sharp, blinding light filtered through the trees, making it appear as daylight and the ground between you and Hannah split and cracked. You suddenly realized that the light was coming from the crack in the ground and everyone had to turn away to save their eyes.

You backed away from where the ground had split open and then it was silent and the light was gone, the earth still. Everyone turned back toward where the ground had been disturbed and there stood a tall man. Harry pushed you behind himself and stood to cover your frame. You didn’t know what was going on or who the man was.

“Samael,” Lilith spoke to the man. Everyone stood in their respective spots in silence and watched the tall man.

“Samael…” the man repeated the name and laughed unamused as he casually walked toward The Four, “that’s my Christian name, but we both know I’m not a Christian anymore. Don’t we, Eve?” He suddenly turned and looked at you and then at Harry and to Adam. He began to move across the divide in the ground toward where you stood.

“Greetings. I’m Satan. Or you can call me the Serpent, the Devil, Prince of Darkness, Leviathan, the Evil One… fuck the list of titles humans have given me over the ages goes on and on really.” He narrowed his eyes at Harry and stood a few feet away before he continued, “But today you can call me the Prosecutor. I’ve been summoned for a very specific crime, two to be exact. One of them seems to be a bit more pressing than the other, though. Isn’t it Harry?”

You tried to see the face of the man but you were unable to make out any discernable features. It was as if he had a dark shadow or veil over his face, but you did see the that he had horns the closer he drew to you. The air around him smelled of ash and burning wood, a hint of sulfur. The temperature rose dramatically in the forest and you began to feel sweat dripping down your back.

“Yes, Dark Lord. I called on you because of them,” Harry pointed toward The Four and looked down in reverence. So you and Adam followed suit, looking down away from Satan’s face.

The dark man turned away from Harry and a sound like a deep snarl from a large animal came from him in low guttural waves as he sauntered around the edge of the wood and then behind The Four. No one spoke. You didn’t dare look back up at the man when you realized the levity of the situation. Your original attempt to get a look at his face was your ignorance. Satan gave you a pass for it. But you followed Harry’s lead here. You were not to look upon his face.

You could hear him breathing heavy, the quiet waves of his growl slowed down and then he stopped.

“Haniel, St. Michael, you two will be answering to The Almighty. Sit!” He spoke the words sit in such loud growl that everyone was startled, and you saw Hannah and Michael fall to the ground with their heads down.

“Asmodeus, my partner. My old friend. You are my betrayer,” Satan stood before the man he called Asmodeus. The man you had not yet been introduced to but you now knew as your real father.

His low growl sounded like the engine of a choking sea vessel slowly revving when he stood before Lilith, “And you. The worst yet. We’ve known one another since you deceived your human counterpart in the Garden of Eden when I showed you the eternal truth. I allowed you to descend beyond the human world. I made you what you are today and this is how you repay me? And just imagine how hurt Lucifer is going to be. You two were as thick as thieves. In fact, he’s quite fond of you. He won’t be after he finds out about this.”

No one spoke their responses. They didn’t need to. Satan could hear you all. He knew every thought and every heartbeat of those who stood near him.

“I do so love chit chatting with you all, but I have a lot of work ahead of me it seems so I need to move this little show along,” Satan paced slowly around Lilith and Asmodeus.

“First, you two…” he tsk’d at them and stopped when he stood before them again, “your crime is rather severe. An attempt at an overthrow? An attempt to overthrow me? Your friend? And Morning Star, well, he’ll be furious when he learns of your intentions too. This isn’t going to end well for you. You will be given a trial because I’m nothing if not fair, but I’m sure you realize that your fate will not be a particularly kind one.”

Satan turned and strode to stand over Hannah and Michael, “You’ll come with me and I’ll hold you prisoner until I can reach your maker so he can decide how you two will be dealt with. But as you know, The Almighty is very hard to reach and he told me to make an appointment with him when I tried to get his attention about this. So, you might be locked away for a very long time until then.”

You felt Harry’s hand clasping desperately to yours as Satan closed in on the three of you.

“Harry, you’ve never given me trouble. In all your time roaming the earth, but you have not completed your task and despite what you might think of as a more pressing issue, you know the rules. We need balance amongst the realms. You’ll come with me so we can sort out the issue.”

You could feel Harry’s heart pounding as he kept his head down. You turned to see Harry’s side profile. He was in fear.

“You, young lady. Y/n,” he spoke your name and you kept your head down, “you are still a baby. Learning about everything you are. You’ve done nothing wrong so there’s no reason to fear me. Your original purpose is no longer binding. You will need to seek a new role for yourself, though. Your powers will be very useful.”

The heavy footsteps of Satan could be felt on the ground as he stepped in front of Adam, “You too, Adam. I can sense great power within you. Find your role in this life. You can do anything you would like. But I would ask to have you both checking in with me from time to time so I know you’re on track.”

The silence and darkness of the forest became loud, intense. Satan still stood before you but he now appeared to have his head tilted back as he looked upward to the sky.

You kept your fingers intertwined with Harry’s when he shifted on his feet and a noise from behind you made you turn.

There was Aim with a smug look on his face. He looked past you toward Asmodeus and Lilith as he circled to the front and near where Satan stood.

Satan put a clawed hand on Aim’s shoulder, “Aim is part of the reason I took heed of your summons, Harry. He came to me even though he knew I’d be furious about the information he withheld. And I was. But then you called on me and I realized we needed to take action. Put aside our differences and work together. And I’m glad he came to me now. You’re lucky I found you when I did. Or you’d very well be among the dead spirits.”

Satan’s presence was unlike anything you’d ever felt before. It was portentous, powerful, heavy. You felt scared even though he told you not to be.

Aim stood next to you as Satan moved back to Asmodeus and Lilith. The ground began to shake and the trees waved, branches swaying violently as if a storm had suddenly come in. The light from the ground rose upward again and Asmodeus and Hannah were gone in a flash.

He raised an arm and you saw the long nails on his hand as he spoke over Michael and Hannah and they were yanked up by an invisible force. You saw what looked like glowing red handcuffs linking them together at the wrists, a chain connected to Satan’s robes. He slowly turned and raised his arm again as he faced you.

“Wait!” You cried out. You knew he was about to gather Harry to bring him with him to Hell. But Harry was yours and you wanted to know what was going on. You kept your head down and Harry was nearly crushing your hand.

“What is it, Y/n?” Satan paused his motions.

“Harry and I are bonded. Please bring me with him. I can help perhaps,” you felt your knees go weak and you head pounded. An ache unlike anything you’d felt before had you falling to the ground, you palms landing flat on the leaves and dirt below.

Harry knelt next to you in worry. You felt his hands on your back and his voice was low and soothing but you couldn’t make out his words.

“I see that now. Sorry about your headache, dear. It was necessary. I needed to gather your thoughts up so I could see what it is you think you can help with. What you’re capable of. You can come with us. You are, after all, Asmodeus child so you’re welcome to Pandemonium any time you like. Your intentions are pure, I see, but I don’t know that you’ll like what Harry is going to need to do in order to set things right. Especially if you’re bonded.”

You sat back onto your calves and looked at Harry. He had a look of apology on his face as he shook his head at you. You had a difficult time reading his thoughts in that moment as your head was still reeling after whatever Satan had done. You felt like your brain was swelling and throbbing in your skull.

With your eyes steady on Harry’s and your head pounding you nodded, “Okay. I’ll go with you. I need to be with Harry.”

Aim spoke something to Adam and then there was another sudden blinding light and tremble of the earth before you were suspended in space, unseeing, unhearing, but only feeling a warm breeze over your skin where you smelled ash and sulfur but you could not speak.

Everything was still around you and your head no longer ached. You opened your eyes to see a space around you, that of a large room with dark walls and large fireplace framed in a stormy-grey marble, red velvet drapes and ornate chairs with soft cushions in dark patterns. Gold and onyx details covered the room with black marble floors, gold veins running throughout. A long dark wooden table with candelabra in the center and a blood red rug with fringe at the ends at the very center of the room. No window in sight.

There didn’t seem to be anyone else in the room but you were feeling a bit strange and off-kilter. Your head didn’t ache like it had moments earlier but you were fuzzy and confused.

You pushed yourself to stand up and walked toward the red velvet curtain that hung from the ceiling to the floor. The ceilings were high and the curtain had gold trim on the edges. Before you could open the curtain you heard Harry’s voice and then you heard the voice of the one you’d just met. They were speaking quietly and you still had a difficult time accessing the thoughts of others. You couldn’t hear Harry’s thoughts.

You listened briefly and when you still had a difficult time hearing what they were speaking you slowly moved the heavy curtain to the side and looked into the other part of the room that had been hidden by the thick red fabric.

There was Harry and Satan together. They both turned to look at you and Harry’s face immediately softened while Satan’s face and expression were still a mystery.

“There she is. Arisen from the dead,” Satan spoke in his gravelly voice.

“What’s going on?” You entered the space and walked toward Harry. Wanting to be closer to him, to touch him.

“We’re discussing how Harry is going to keep up his end of the bargain. You realize what must be done, I’m sure,” Satan continued, “Here, have a seat. You might be feeling dizzy.”

The chair was comfortable. Harry’s concern for you was visible but he didn’t speak just yet. You wondered what they had been saying and you tried to shake yourself out of the strange dream-like fog you were in but found it hard to snap out of it.

Harry grabbed your hand and put his thick fingers in between yours when you were settled in your chair next to him. You could feel his rings digging into your fingers, the metal warmed from his skin.

“I have a human ready for impregnation. She’s an easy one. She’s healthy and fertile and she wants to carry the child of an incubus. You can see her as soon as you’re ready. But I’m guessing you and the girl should talk first.”

You shook your head and looked at Harry in confusion. His eyes were closed as he looked down at his lap. Staring at his profile you realized this was serious. Satan was going to have him go through with getting a human pregnant. To have sex with someone else. This was, of course, his work. Every 100 years he was called to this task and his time had come. You knew that this was why he found you in the first place, hoping you’d be the one, but when you turned out to be celestial… you hadn’t really thought much about it since everything started to happen. Everything else had overshadowed Harry’s reality. Your reality.

When Harry didn’t respond Satan stood and walked toward the curtain, “I’ll be back soon. You are well advised to take my advice and not let this get to you, Y/n. It’s not a personal matter. It’s a way to keep balance and it’s necessary. I’m sure you’ll soon understand this.”

When the curtain closed behind the shadowed man you turned back to Harry, his fingers still slot in between yours.

“Harry. Talk to me,” you watched as he slowly blinked his eyes open and turned his head to look at you.

“I love you. I don’t want to do this but I don’t have a choice. I don’t know that there is any other alternative,” he spoke. His eyes were so light and clear you could see right into his soul it seemed.

You put your other hand over his lap and pulled his free hand into yours, “What about me? Could I carry your child?”

Harry looked confused as he pinched his brows together, “You’d want that? I mean, I don’t even know if that’s allowed. I’m just an incubus, low ranking. You’re a high being, Y/n. You shouldn’t even be with me.”

“Harry, we’re bonded. Are we not?” You felt far more confused than Harry looked. Why wouldn’t his first thought have been to do this with you?

Harry laughed and shook his head, “Yes. We are. But it’s very unorthodox. It shouldn’t have happened. Incubus don’t typically bond. And you are so powerful. It just shouldn’t have happened. But it did. So that makes this more complicated.”

You felt frustrated. Harry was suddenly regretting being bonded with you and you couldn’t understand it.

“No. I don’t regret bonding with you, Y/n,” Harry lifted your hand to his mouth and kissed the top as he spoke, “I’m obsessed with you. But the reality is that you and I are very different. I don’t want to do this with anyone but you but there are rules that must be followed.”

“Then we’ll just ask. Let’s ask and then find out a way to make it work. I’ll carry your heir,” you put your hand into Harry’s hair and pushed your fingers through it. Your heart was pounding. You weren’t sure you were ready to be a mother but you certainly were less ready to have Harry be with anyone else.

Harry leaned into your touch. You sighed, “Why can’t I read your thoughts? You can read mine I’m assuming.”

Harry lifted his head as you removed your fingers from his hair, and he placed his hand at your cheek with a smile, “Because you’ve never been in this realm before, Hell. You’re used to accessing your gifts and senses on earth. You’ll get used to it eventually. It takes some time to adjust. It would be the same in heaven for you. Your abilities are all still there, they just need to catch up.

You nodded as you took the information in. But now you were nervous. Harry’s words to you about your bond being unorthodox, and how he didn’t know if you were allowed to carry his child… what if it wasn’t permitted? You’d still love Harry and you’d move on from this but the idea made you feel ill.

Satan was in the room suddenly, stood behind your chair and you felt his hands at your shoulders and it heated your body. His hands were hot like that of an engine that had just overworked itself. You were sure if he touched your skin it would melt.

“It’s an interesting proposition to have you bear the child of an incubus,” he spoke as he lifted his palms from your shoulders. You relaxed in relief when his hot hands were off you.

You turned to look toward Satan, still unsure of his face, “Why?”

“It changes the balance a bit is all. The child would not just be an incubus anymore. But it would be quite powerful. Your abilities combined with Harry’s, not quite the mix Lilith had hoped for between you and Adam,” he laughed mockingly, “but still more powerful than is required for a sex-demon.”

“So, it would be something you could consider? That would be acceptable?” Harry spoke as he sat up straight, not quite expecting this turn of events.

Satan walked to his throne sat down. He cracked his knuckles and twisted his neck slightly and you heard the pop of his joints, as if he were human.

“Hmm… we’d need to work out a deal, though. It would be up to you, Y/n. I would think very carefully about this, though. It’s my advice to you to find an equal or more powerful being to procreate with. With Harry, it’s an unequal power exchange that will result in a less powerful heir than you. Harry can still be your bond-mate even if he impregnates a human. He’s not going to leave you for the human, he’s not interested in anyone but you. It’ll be far easier for you to allow him to do as he’s done all these long years.

You look to Harry and then back to Satan, “I don’t care about how powerful the child would be. I would just prefer that he does this with me and no one else.”

The dark being nodded slowly, “That’s your human upbringing making you feel insecure about this when you really shouldn’t. But if you’re set on this then I think we can come to an agreement. I will need both of your full cooperation, however.”

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Y/N seems to cling to Harry and he almost gets rid of her until they encounter her shitty ex.

AU: Demonrry x human!yn, PART 1

Harry thought once he’ll step out of the tube station he’ll get rid of this human right away. Exactly, how her kinds crinkles the subway wrapper and dump it in the nearest bin.

Unfortunately, he ended up carrying and lugging her drunk self on his back to Walmart. Grumbling to her how sickening her perfume smells like, the demons or angles he usually befriends and beds perhaps has an entirely different scent than the one he got swaddled in with from her proximity.

“Stay back while I pay.” He muttered trying to put her down. His eyes almost changes into different dark hues out of annoyance when she retorts, “Lemme pay. You’re literally my guardian angel!” She exclaimed with big doe glazed eyes that of galaxy doughnuts and Harry rolled his eyes knowing she’s plain dumb to think of him as an Angel.

“You owe me a whole ass meal, you little rat. Not just a plain water bottle.” He scowls when Y/N giggles mimicking his accent for the thousandth time shrugging her shoulders in a gesture of “whatever”.

His swanky limbs too huge to fit on a bench as they sat outside while Y/N chugged down water thirstily.

His instincts glitching to take a glance her way, merely to insult her humanly behaviours or to poke fun how she should drink as much as she can handle instead he just cranked his neck to stare at the murky sky and regretted how it’s high time to do his job.

He tunes back to his surrounding. He shots up on his feet upon realising Y/N’s not sitting with him anymore and for a second he takes a deep breather of peace finally, swiping the tips of his boots at the back of his pants and rolls his lips to blow a whistle from weird song of 80’s though his feet scratches to a halt when he hears a teensy tired scream of protest.

His brain remembers it too particularly for unfortunate reasons and his body reacts on his own, “Little Rat, shit–“ What was her name again you fool? He tries to click onto his consciousness. His super senses fucking zeroing to grab onto her name, “Oi you annoying human.” He calls her out and gets an immediate response in a panicked rush.

What Harry sees when he steps into the dark alley’s Y/N being pinned against a grubby wall by a man who’s 2x bigger than her and that just boils– literally simmers Harry’s blood in his veins.

His dark aura that was about to grim the whole street to shadows stammers when Y/N sniffs defeatedly, calling out harry, “Angel…” Harry’s fingers cramps in his fist as he tries to controls his biokinesis powers but it all goes futile when the guy waves Harry off.

“Mate she’s my girlfriend. We’re just havin’ a talk.” What a dumb fucking whore. Harry seethes, his lips crippling into a vicious smile from thinking the things he’s about to do with this dog-shit head.

He snaps his fingers and the guy watches in horror as his hands moves away from Y/N’s shoulders itself. Y/N giggles at that and Harry roars out, “Not right now little rat!” That shushes her, as she put a finger upon her tightly clipped lips.

“Come to me.” He grumbles a demand at her while her shitty ex-boyfriend shouts profanities at Harry to put him down, Harry cranks his neck to see when she doesn’t moves a inch and raises his brow at her as she stood there with her arms folded in mulish.

He speaks this time in a gentler more convincing tone, a tone that comes off as surprise to him too, “What’s yer name little human?” He asks and Y/N speaks already moving closer to him, “Y/N.” She meek in shyness and her cheeks glistens from the heat raising from her toes up her ears.

“Y/N.. alright, yes, come and stand behind me.” His bleak whisper carrying too much warmth than needed as he flattens his palm to gesture her feared sled to himself and the next thing that he does is makes Y/N curl into his back.

He mimics the wave of the guys hand in a taunt and stops his heart for a moment that makes him wake up with a jolt, screaming and wailing for his life, blood running down his nose, his throat drying with clogs and clogs of dirt and Harry’s so delved into anger and hunger for revenge he doesn’t seem to notice the black feathers of his wings popping out and tickling Y/N’s forehead.

His eyes whirl-pooling with charcoal black and if any human in his sane condition would see Harry at the moment would die from a heart stroke.

“Please forgive me, please!!” Y/N’s ex cries and Harry just snickers turning his back to him, the moment he does so, the guy falls into the dumpster with a groaning thump.

“Fuck.” Harry’s shoulders slumps when Y/N passes out on him stretching all the way to his chest due to their height differences.

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Himbo, friends to loves especially childhood besties, age gap (both consenting adults obvs), grumpy/sunshine, fantasy AU like demonrry,faerry,wolfrry etc, royalty AU especially when one of them isn’t royalty, NERDRRY!

himbo🥰🥰🥰🥰 love all these tho!!!!!!