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megamindsecretlair · 1 year ago

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Pour Into Me, Part 1

Pairing: Incubus!Tyrone x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FILTH! PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (fem receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, breeding kink, possession kink, all consensual. Pet names. AU Tyrone.

Summary: Every night, you dream of the same man. A perfect man who makes all of your dirty fantasies come true. But tonight, you happen to see more than you bargained for.

Word Count: 3,578k

Part 2

A/N: Ahem, ya'll ready for more Spooky Tyrone smut? Happy Happy Halloweek! This was so hot and dirty to write. Enjoy my depraved mind. I got something wonderful planned tomorrow. Hopefully I can get it out before Halloween is over! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios!

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You woke to the sound of soothing waves crashing against the shore. You blinked into the soft light filtered through the canopy, getting your bearings. The dream deposited you somewhere new again.

A warm arm slid over your waist and pulled you back against a thick, strong body. You looked down to see bronzed skin and a big hand over your belly. “You’ve come back,” a deep, melodic voice said.

You turned your head a little too fast, getting dizzy from the feeling. You had been groggy all day, sleep beckoning you more and more no matter how much sleep you got. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him.

Your dream man. There was no other way to describe him. One lonely night, he appeared like magic in your dream. He called himself Tyrone and said your body cried out to him, to wherever it was that he resided.

His wide smile was infectious as he looked at you. He pulled you back against him to feel how aroused and ready he was for you, like always.

His hand flexed over your belly. He began to kiss the sensitive spot behind your ear, causing you to giggle. He knew it made you ticklish so it was the first thing he did to greet you.

“Are you with my child?” He asked. He kissed down your neck, sending shivers down your body. His hand snaked under your short white dress, touching your belly skin to skin.

“No,” you said. You looked away from him and away from the disappointment on his face. The negative test was stupid. You couldn’t actually get pregnant in a dream right? He looked and felt so real.

You stared out over the ocean. You watched the cerulean waves rock backwards and forwards. Birds called out overhead. He had created a veritable paradise and all you had was bad news.

Tyrone grabbed your thigh and squeezed, making you hiss and look at him. There was no disappointment there. Just a devilish gleam in his eye as he smiled wide. “That means we get to keep trying,” he said.

A piercing pang of desire shot through you causing you to jerk and clench your thighs together. Tyrone tsked at you, rubbing your thighs while he pried them apart. Your legs dropped open. Tyrone stared at the core of you, exposed and needy. Already, your pussy wept for him. You could feel it, dripping out of you.

“You are going to look so beautiful carrying my seed,” he said. His voice went down an octave, deep as the ocean in front of you. Your eyes snapped to his and for a moment…you giggled. He nearly looked demonic as he stared at your pussy.

You didn’t know what his powers were. But it seemed that he controlled what you wore when you came here. He was obsessed with the feeling of silky white clothes on you. Dresses, pants, skirts, whatever he thought of. He thought you looked gorgeous in all of it. Never any panties though. He hated the things.

“Worst invention known to mankind,” he had muttered the one time he caught you in them.

You licked your lips. The cool breeze tussled the flowing curtains around the canopy. Though you couldn’t see much outside of it, you knew that the sand was crisp and white. The sun was perfect; not too warm and not too cold. The birds sang overhead, the waves crashed, and there was a seagull playing overhead.

Tyrone moved, the bed dipping beneath his weight as he settled on his side. He rested his head on his left hand, held up on his elbow. He trailed his right hand through your pussy lips, immediately searching and seeking your aching bud.

At the first pass of his fingers, you gasped. Your mouth dropped open with a strangled moan. He’d just touched you last night, brought you to dizzying heights of pleasure. Still, your body craved him like it craved food and water.

“Let me hear you,” he said. He dipped his middle fingers into you while rubbing his thumb around your clit in smooth, torturous circles.

“Ah, ohh,” you moaned. You tried to play it cool. You tried to bite back the feeling of him inside of you. But every inch of him was made for pleasure. His fingers were thick, pumping into you like you know his dick will later.

“Oohh, fuck,” you said. You widened your legs, giving him more access. He watched your face and all the different expressions you made. He watched for when he did something you loved, something that made you twist your face in delicious pleasure.

Your hands twisted in the white sheets, your head thrown back against the bed. You closed your eyes and lost yourself to the building sensation of your orgasm. How it rose steadily as if on command by his fingers.

Finally, it swelled until it rolled over you, soft and lazy like Tyrone’s pumping fingers. You moaned and shook and still his fingers moved. It was like your orgasms turned him on. Filled him with renewed energy to keep going and going. Built for pleasure. Born for sex.

When you finished, you looked down at him. He seemed to glow softly, around the edges. He licked his lips and pulled his hand back. His hand was soaked with your juices. He brought each digit to his mouth and licked off everything you gave him.

“You are so damn beautiful, Tyrone. I wish I could see where you lived,” you told him.

He smirked as he licked his fingers. “A beautiful woman like you has no place where I am from. It is an ugly and jealous place. Here, I know beauty. Here, I know you,” he said in between licks.

You watched his throat work. He wore a sheer white tank top and lounging pants. His chest was broad, sculpted, enough to make Michaelangelo cry.

Done with cleaning his fingers, Tyrone gave you a dark look. He smiled as he rolled over onto his stomach, once more spreading your legs for him. He groaned at the sight. You watched him lick his lips, seeming to salivate more than what was normal.

He bit your thigh and you cried out, your eyes snapping to him. He grinned and then licked the sting away.

“You’re in a playful mood tonight,” you said. You wiggled your hips, knowing what came next.

“You have no idea the restraint I’m showing,” he said, his voice barely louder than the waves. The sound of the waves stuttered and you looked past the flowing curtains. The waves still moved back and forth but seemed out of sync of the sound.

Tyrone took a deep breath and the sound slowed down, matching with the waves once more. “Tyrone? Did you hear that?” You asked. The waves did seem a little too perfect. Dots of light reflected the sun. But where was the sun?

Tyrone dipped his head and licked a long stripe between your entrance and your pussy lips. “Oh, fuck!” You cried out, jerking in surprise.

Tyrone groaned and took a deep, audible breath. Your pussy fluttered, knowing that he was close and inspecting your every move. Tyrone blew a breath across your wet core and your dress dissolved. You giggled as the material fell away from you, disappearing into thin air. His tricks never ceased to amaze you.

“That’s not very fair. I can’t do the same to you,” you said. You leaned up on your elbows so that you could look at him. He grinned innocently and then his clothes disappeared as well. You bit your lip watching it fall away and his body revealed itself. The swell of his ass, the dip of his hip, his powerful thighs on the bed.

He kissed the sides of your knees, massaged your inner thighs, and scooted up the bed until his face was level with your pussy. “Play with your nipples for me. Squeeze them how I like,” he commanded.

He waited for your hands to snake across your body. For your deft fingers to circle your nipples, giving him a show while you pleasured yourself. It wasn’t until he growled that you finally tugged on your nipples, pinching them between your index finger and thumb.

“Harder,” he said.

You pinched yourself harder and felt it all the way down to your pussy. Tyrone turned his attention back to you and pressed his face against your pussy and started to play with you. “Shit, that feels so good,” you moaned. You threw your head back against the pillows but you couldn’t sit still.

His tongue weaved its own magic, curling against your clit and flicking back and forth. His thumbs opened you up further so that he could get the surrounding areas. His thumbs traced circles on you while his tongue went lower, dipping into your soppy wet entrance.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck. Right there, don’t stop,” you groaned, your body shaking. Tyrone held your shaking thighs, keeping them open. You twisted and turned trying to escape him, but he snapped with an inhuman growl and you froze. You whined as you came from that sound alone.

Your eyes crossed as you came, gushing out over his mouth. He still tongue fucked you through it, feeling your walls contract through your orgasm. You opened your eyes and looked through the top of the canopy. The sky overhead looked painted on. As if you could reach your hand up and feel a ceiling.

But didn’t you hear birds flying overhead? You strained your ears and indeed heard birds calling to each other. You searched the sky but didn’t exactly see any birds. Where were you?

Tyrone replaced the view of the sky. You smiled at him, all disturbing thoughts leaving you at the sight of him. “It’s not time to go yet,” he said. He leaned down to kiss you. His lips pressed against yours and you sighed, relishing the feeling of him over you as a solid weight. You tasted yourself on his tongue and you chased his mouth, wanting to lick and suck him more.

You pushed at his shoulders however. He grinned, letting himself be pushed. You pushed until he lay on the bed. His dark hair was a neat contrast against the white pillows. He looked like a little devil laying there, ready to corrupt your mortal soul.

You straddled him, your knees on either side of his hips. He held you about the waist as he scooted up further into a half-sitting position. “Is my little Angel getting bold?” He asked.

You only grinned. You were certainly no angel as you lifted up on your knees. His engorged length slipped between your legs and you cried out as you tried to line him up. His leaking tip moved to your entrance and you both sighed as you finally seated yourself on his length.

“Pussy grip me so tight, Angel,” he groaned.

You clenched around him as you leaned back, putting your hands on his thighs and putting yourself at an angle. He groaned as your titties poked out in this position, within reach and yet out of it.

“Ride me,” he commanded.

You leaned back, feeling him slowly slip out of you. You watched him. His eyes zeroed in on where you were joined watching your arousal coat his dick. His eyes widened and his mouth hung slightly open.

You paused, already straining, sweat gathering down your back to hold this spot. You wanted to bounce on his dick, wanted to milk him dry, but you also wanted to see the cool and calm dream man you’ve come to know lose his head a bit.

When you didn’t move for a few seconds, he brought his gaze to you. “Ride me,” he said.

You shook your head. His eyes narrowed. “Ride me,” he said again.

Again, you shook your head and kept moving back, moving him out of you. That otherworldly growl crept back into his throat. He wrapped two massive hands around your waist, intent on pulling you back down on his dick.

You leaned forward and wrapped your hand around his throat. Tyrone shuddered and you felt every inch of him shake, his dick twitching inside of you. “You didn’t say please,” you cooed.

His fingers flexed against your hips, digging into that endless squishy bit. He rolled his neck and you squeezed harder. He groaned and rolled his hips and you gasped. He felt bigger somehow, like he gained more girth and split you open.

“Ride me,” he commanded. “Let me feel that pussy suck this dick down,” he said. But it wasn’t a request. You squeezed your fingers more, feeling his pulse jump in his throat.

You leaned up on your hips and pushed him back in. You descended on him gradually, memorizing every delicious inch as he stretched you out. You felt full and stuffed. Your pussy squelched around his dick, your arousal leaking out of you.

You moved his head back and forth and he went willingly, his eyes glazing over. A thrill of power went through you. He could snap you in half. He could break your back in ten different ways without lifting a finger. The thought of him beneath you only turned you on.

Your energy seemed to call to him. With each naughty thought that rose to your mind, his dick pulsed inside of you. You leaned forward and he groaned at the slide and smack of your pussy. You kissed his jaw on either side of his face, running your tongue across his lips.

“Beg for it,” you said.

He groaned. “I ain’t begging for shit,” he said.

You turned his head and licked his ear, played with his earlobe between your teeth. He rolled his hips and he slipped more of himself inside of you. This was a vicious game between you two. You desperately wanted to move. To suck him all down. Keep him inside of you.

You weren’t asking for the moon. Just a little recognition that you affected him. That he wasn’t going to disappear the moment he put a baby inside of you.

You contracted around his dick, squeezing and unsqueezing him. He shut his eyes, a cute little crinkle in the corners.

“Okay, okay, wait,” he whispered.

“Come on,” you purred in his ear. “Just a little? Don’t you want to fill me up? Don’t you want to pump your seed into me?” You continued to squeeze around him, purring filthy things into his ear.

“Don’t you want to bury this dick in me? Ruin me for any other?”

“No one’s ever going to touch what’s mine,” he said. He grabbed your hips roughly, his fingers almost feeling like claws against you. You groaned at the edge of pain. You grabbed one of his hands and brought it to your breast, needing to feel him everywhere.

His hand latched on immediately, pulling and tugging at your nipple. You groaned at the feeling. “Can you picture it? Your seed leaking out of me?”

“Ungh, yes,” he said. He rolled his hips and you shared a groan.

“I know you like to watch as it slides down my leg,” you said. You licked the shell of his ear.

“Ride me, ride me,” he said.

“Good boys ask nicely,” you said.

He groaned and ended it on a chuckle. “Okay, okay, please? Please ride me. I need you. I need you to move,” he said.

You grinned and kissed him. You kept your hand on his throat as you began to speed up, rocking on his dick.

“Fuck, just like that. Just like that. Take that shit,” he moaned. He pushed into your hand around his neck, increasing the pressure, while he kissed up your neck as you bounced on him. Pressure built up in your belly, pushing with every stroke.

“Oh, I’m gonna–”

You exploded around his dick with a loud, lewd moan. The orgasm caught you off guard. You hadn’t realized you were that close. You clung to Tyrone, shaking and moaning. A whimpering mess as you flooded his dick with your arousal.

He fucked you through it, taking over the strokes. “Cum so pretty for me. So loud for me,” he cooed as he kissed you. You cried into his mouth and he swallowed each one. He seemed to thrive on it. Gain energy from it.

He grunted and released himself inside of you. His warm, sticky cum pulsed and shot hot jets up to the very center of you. “Oh fuck,” you cried out.

Tyrone groaned, rolling his head back and forth as if he were drunk. He laughed as he spent himself, falling back against the cushions. You bit your lip and cried as you slipped out.

“Where you think you going?” He asked.

He hooked his legs around yours, grabbed your arm, and flipped you onto your stomach. “Ty-?”

Tyrone entered you again on a savage thrust. Air whooshed out of you. His hips ground into your ass, pushing you against the bed, and falling over you so you couldn’t get up. He smacked your ass and it jiggled from the force of it. The sting made you hiss and moan.

“Thought I wasn’t gonna get payback?”

His sturdy body pressed you into the mattress, cutting off ready air supply. You struggled for air as he pounded into you relentlessly, somehow still hard. He pulled on your hair, pulling you back towards him so that you were bent in half.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” his gravelly voice commanded.

You could only look out of the corner of your eye. The bestial sight of him made a scream clog your throat. His red eyes glowed unnaturally against the white world around you. The sound of the waves cut out. The birds retreated entirely.

You gushed around his dick, seeing the true form of him and you weren’t afraid. You were surprised but not afraid. You knew something had been off; the worlds he created too perfect. Too clean. The way he spoke of heaven and your angelic nature. He bordered on obsessed with it.

“Fuck,” he said as he pounded into you. He leaned away as if he meant to stop.

You leaned on your right side enough to slip your left hand against his on your waist. “Dont. Stop,” you muttered in between strokes.

He jerked forward as if he were trying to go deeper. As if he could plant his seed like a stake into the ground. “Fuck. Perfect. You’re perfect. You’re perfect,” he chanted over and over like a prayer.

He kept up his punishing strokes, fucking the air out of you. Your pussy greedily sucked him in. The snap of his hips was loud in the sudden emptiness of the dream world. The sky darkened, rolling black clouds moving overhead.

“Fuck, not yet. Not yet. Stay, stay, stay,” he said. Each word was another stroke, another snap of his hips. Your ass clapped against his thighs. Each clap brought thunder and lightning danced overhead.

“Oh fuck me. You’re so deep, so good,” you cried, breathless and whiny. He yanked on your hair harder and you moaned. You bit the pillow beneath you as the sun winked out. He groaned and grunted, slamming into you with reckless abandon.

He was unleashed, no longer needing to keep the world together for you. He had succeeded in dragging you down into his ugliness and yet your slick heat welcomed him in. Your cries and moans encouraged him to keep going, to wring every last bit of pleasure out of you.

He moved his left hand around your thigh, spreading your pussy lips and rubbing your clit. “C’mon, c’mon,” he muttered.

You bowed at an unwieldy angle and came with a ferocious purr, snapping your thighs together and trapping him as best as you could. He groaned at the tighter channel, your orgasm only fueling his own.

He pumped you with load after load of hot cum, stuffing you full and making sure it was in there deep. The world turned darker and darker, wakefulness pulling you away from him already.

Still, he snapped his hips. Still, he thrust his cum into you and hoped that it would take. That you would come back to him with news of his seed growing inside of you. That you would carry a piece of him. That every twitch and jerk in your belly would remind you of him and his dick lodged inside of you where he belonged.

The blaring, irritating sound of your alarm hauled you to wakefulness with a disappointed cry. Your sheets were soaked through with sweat. Areas stuck to your overheated, naked skin. You hadn’t remembered crawling into bed right after your shower, but you must have.

Or perhaps Tyrone was getting stronger the more you fucked. Perhaps his powers crossed to the real world the more you welcomed him into your body. You flopped onto the wet sheets and groaned. You moved your legs, your pussy a little sore from all the rough fucking.

You closed your legs as if you could still feel him there, trying to shove more of his cum inside you. You caressed your belly in the dim darkness of your bedroom and imagined what he’d have in store for you tonight.

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Part 1 | The Secret Tyrone Files

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gomesteresa-blog · 5 months ago

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Sunny Day Jack

Incubus Jack ❤️💙💛

#sunny day jack #sdj #sunny day jack fanart #sdj fanart #sdj oc #digital art #digital aritst #oc art #swwsdj #something wrong with sunny day jack fanart #something wrong with sunny day jack #something wrong with sunny day jack fans #sunny day jack incubus

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alhilton · 2 months ago

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My position on Fan Fiction/ Fan-Make

I've been goaded into actually formulating a policy about this, due to actually finding fan fiction of my work. This is a good problem to have! My policy, here goes -

I firmly believe that fan-creations are a sign of health for any artistic property. I am always flattered when people want to spend extra time in my world and with my characters. There are a few pitfalls here, however, and authors have different ways of addressing them. Here are mine:

Visual Fan Artwork

I am generally delighted by visual fan art (images, dolls, cross-stitch, sculpture, etc) as long as you state clearly in the description where the world and/or characters came from and you’re not trying to sell it without a license. I enthusiastically share fan art when I find it. You do not need a license from me to make non-commercial, appropriately-attributed visual fan art.

Fan Fiction

Text-based fan fiction is a stickier subject. I am not interested in writing in a shared world. My canon is off-limits until I am dead. When my work is in the public domain, knock yourselves out!

Legally, best-practice is for me to pretend not to see fan fiction. I admit that I don’t always do this. However, I am nervous about interacting with fan fiction or linking to it because it is a legal mine-field. I do not want to lose control of my copyrights. (That is my main fear – not that you’ll make money on my work, but that I will lose control of my copyrights.)

Bottom line: if you want me to feel really free to interact with your fan fic and share it with my audience, you need to get a license from me. That license will give you legal permission to create “derivative works.” The license will also say that anything I create that is influenced by your fan fiction is mine alone and I do not owe you money or credit for any ideals that may pop up in my own canon creations due to reading your fan fiction.

If you obtain such a license from me, you are street-legal. This said, I do not promise to read fan fiction, even if you license it. I do not promise to critique it or give writing advice. Fan fiction is a gift to other fans, not to me.

Monetized Fan Creations (here’s where I really differ from other authors)

I am quite tolerant of fans making money in my world as long as you get a license from me first. I’m probably not going to give you a license for text-based stories to be published on retailers. Those have potential to confuse my readers. However, I will happily give you a license for many other kinds of monetized fan creations, including text-based stories in some forms. Unless you are a company, I’m probably not going to ask you for royalties. You can keep whatever you make, and I will happily link your work to my audience.

Examples:

You can sell commissioned artwork of my characters to other fans.

You can sell artwork of my characters printed on merch in places like Red Bubble (t-shirts, mugs, calendars, mousepads, etc).

You can make monetized pod-fic as long as it’s not on retailers and it’s clearly labeled as a non-canon fan-creation.

You can share your stories or art of my world and characters behind a paywall or on a site with advertising as long as it’s properly labeled and my own content is linked.

You can make a game based on my world. (If you are a company or a large kick-starter-backed endeavor, I will ask for royalties, but I’ll be reasonable).

You can make a D&D manual (OMG, please make a D&D manual. I get so many requests for this. I have no interested in making a D&D manual, but I will share yours and you can keep all the money…unless you are a gaming company or a large endeavor with backers, in which case I will want royalties, but I will be reasonable.)

The things you can do are practically limitless. I don’t have time to pursue all the good ideas myself! I just ask that you get a license from me first and link your source material (my books). Email me: [email protected]

If you would like to listen to me talk about this topic at length, you can listen to this podcast episode, recorded 8/31/2024.

#fan fic #fan fiction #fan art #fan make #Hunters Unlucky #Panamindorah #Wefrivain #The Knight and the Necromancer #Incubus Universe #Shattered Sea #Abigail Hilton

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number1yisuchongfan · 8 months ago

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Some art of two main characters in Incubus AU, the Incubus Nicholas “Nick” Marsh and his boyfriend, a Pride Sinner, Jason “Jay” Bidwell. I love them deeply and they’re my friend’s (@mx-quill) Blu SniperScout pair that I threw into the AU

Scout is like their son in this AU

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 sniper #tf2 blu sniper #tf2 scout #tf2 blu scout #fan art #my art #art #SniperScout #speedingbullet #speeding bullet #incubus au #incubus sniper #sinner scout #they’re so cute #I love them #so much #they’re the only good in Jeremy’s life rn

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ragrfisk · 1 year ago

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A silly comic of my warlock and his incubus.

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zal-cryptid · 1 year ago

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SCP-5690 and SCP-5935

#scp foundation #scp #fan art #fanart #demon #incubus #demoness #undervegas #scp art #scp cards #scp o5 #las vegas

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mr-laveau · 11 months ago

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What can I say? There's just something about Gavin that glows✨

I have a headcanon for my newest Gavin design that the womb tattoo he has is either a glow in the dark tattoo (because I really want glowing womb tattoo too) or is actually a part of his physical form and either way, he has one and I feel the people should be enlightened on that so

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katkalis-the-horror-fanartist · 6 months ago

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So I'm laying here doodling tnmn dudes as incubi and I just stop and think that this is more fitting for my nsfw twitter-

Also unsure how good I am at drawing more weight on bodies (a normal amount, not like Zoth) so idk if I can fully draw Izaack anyway.. but I left him in here.

Theyre incomplete rn but still under the read more....uh...minors dni even tho no parts are shown.

#thats not my neighbor #tnmn #tnmn francis mosses #tnmn angus ciprianni #tnmn izaack gauss #tnmn steven rudboys #incubus #incubi #demons #suggestive #minors dni #my art #fan art #doodles #monster guys

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gurugirl · 2 years ago

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Tales From the Modern Incubus | Part 20*

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

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

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

Character List

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re a pervert, Mr. Styles.”

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

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

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

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

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

And it was just the beginning of everything.

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megamindsecretlair · 9 months ago

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Hey, what happens in the incubus Tyrone Fic? Does the reader ever find out what Tyrone is? Why does Tyrone want the reader to carry his child? Is it just list or is it part of a bigger plan?

A/N: I got two asks about this. Could be from the same one, but I'm combining them. Except for reader trying to escape. Sorry, but we fuck monsters here 👏🏽👏🏽 also, reader does see Tyrone's true form in part 1 and kept fucking him 😈 she's on board 😌

Pour Into Me, Part 2

Pairing: Incubus!Tyrone x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Summary: Every night, you dream of the same man. A perfect man who makes all of your dirty fantasies come true. Upon receiving some news, you decide to go to him for answers and end up with a beautiful surprise.

Word Count: 4,075k

Part 1

A/N: Ya'll sicka me yet? LOL. Whew, this has also been sitting forever, please forgive me! Hopefully this was worth the hype because it sure tickled my brain. Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios!

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You stared at the positive pregnancy test with a mixture of shock, fear, and happiness. All of it roiled in your gut as you stared at those tiny lines indicating that you were, indeed, pregnant. Sure you thought of it constantly and you fucked your dream man enough times that it was a possibility, but you didn’t actually think it was possible.

After Tyrone began visiting you and you went through test after test, you didn’t think about the consequences of bringing new life into the world. You found your perfect man and you wanted to keep a piece of him. A crumb. A string to tie you to him so that if you ever lost him, you’d have something to prove he existed.

It was a childish, silly notion, but it was yours. No man on Earth would compare to Tyrone but after last night, you were apprehensive about going to sleep tonight. You were drowsy all day. Forgetting words and names. Your eyes drooped to the point that if you closed them, you weren’t going to wake up again any time soon.

In the heat of the moment, you saw his true, bestial form and you weren’t afraid. After all, you had already given your body to him. You had already opened your legs for him and welcomed him home night after night. Hell, you hoped and prayed for this baby and let him finish inside you. You let his seed take root to grow this precious life.

Could you face it without the cloud of desire? Could you look at the pretty wrapping after seeing what he really looked like underneath?

You would not call yourself a coward. In fact, you were a little spontaneous. A little like a daredevil as you chased the fastest and most freeing feeling. The rush of danger and wind on your brown cheeks. But you glanced at your bed with a bit of fear creeping in.

You weren’t afraid of Tyrone…maybe a little. But he had ample opportunity to kill you, if that was his goal. If you were going to keep this…baby/thing/dream child then you needed answers. You needed to know what you were signing yourself up for.

You turned the bathroom light off, yawning for the hundredth time that day. You approached the bed and climbed onto the soft cotton sheets. Sleep beckoned you instantly, pulling you deeper and deeper into dreamland.

There was no beach to greet you this time. There was no bed of clouds or mountaintop or any other previously wonderful sight that Tyrone took you to in your dreams. This time, you were standing in a villa.

Standing on a balcony, overlooking a sea of wild, dark waves crashing against a black, sandy shore. The sky overhead was nearly black with heavy clouds and the taste of rain on the air. Mist drifted softly from the clouds but nothing substantial enough to ruin your hair or outfit.

You wore the same lavender pajamas you wore to bed, bare feet on the cold hard tile beneath you. This place seemed empty. Bereft. Pillars stood behind you as you twirled to take in your surroundings.

You gasped softly as your eyes landed on Tyrone. He stood next to one of the pillars, half in view as he watched you. Gone were the ethereal outfits of white. He wore charcoal gray, loose-fitting pants and long-sleeved T-shirt that hung slightly off of his body.

His real form had red eyes, sharp teeth that slightly poked from his mouth, and wilder hair than before. He could almost pass for human but there was too much otherness about him that gave you the illusion of a werewolf more than a humanoid being.

“It’s alright,” you said.

He stepped away from the pillar and approached you as if you were the one he needed to be wary of in this scenario. Like you could have any affect on him.

“I didn’t think I’d see you again,” he said.

You bit your lip and played with your fingers, twisting them in your grip to keep you tethered to any tendril of normalcy. It was perfectly normal to talk to this man outside of some grand villa with arched windows and stone work at the bottom.

“I didn’t think so either. But, I should probably tell you..”

“You’re pregnant?” He jumped in, a burst of joy etching across his face before he schooled it once more into wariness. His eyebrows furrowed, his smile dropping away.

“Guess you would know that,” you said with a small smile.

You expected to feel repulsion or perhaps more fear once you actually got in front of him. All you could think about was how happy he made you the past few weeks. Not only from the sex, but from your many talks. You shared things with him that no other living person knew.

That was what you missed the most. You missed talking to him. Snuggling up to him. You just missed him. And the longer he stayed there, watching you like a stranger, the more that elusive fear did hit you. But it was a fear that you’d never hold him in your arms again. Fear that you’d never get to feel him inside of you.

“It’s safe to say that you owe me some answers,” you said.

“Will you walk with me?” He asked. He made no move to get closer or touch you. You wished he would. That he would close this gap between you. Your heart seized in your chest. He was happy about the child, but was he happy about you? Or was his goal only the child? Would he snatch it from your stomach and run away to do who knew what with it?

You’d never know if you didn’t take him up on his offer. So you nodded. He nodded in agreement as well and walked back into the villa. He held the door open for you and you walked inside.

It was like a museum of weaponry. The walls were painted a deep, blood orange red and on it were weapons of all kinds. Staffs, knives, daggers, swords. There was some art mixed in but it was more like splotches of color than anything resembling art in the real world.

He didn’t say anything as he led you deeper inside, passing by training rooms and open bedrooms. So many, many bedrooms. Some were occupied with beings that sort of looked like him if you squinted. The same species?

Questions swirled in your head. He led you down a set of stairs and then towards the back of the house. He led you to one of the many rooms. This one was closed off, dust swirling through the air with the bit of light that did reach the room.

You opened your mouth to ask something but he put his finger to his lips. The room was small, like a forgotten receiving room or waiting room for those people who weren’t staying very long. The furniture was old and out of style, at odds with the rest of the villa.

Tyrone went to the back of the room and pushed against a wall. It opened under the pressure and he beckoned you to follow. You didn’t necessarily want to, but you needed answers. You walked through and the air turned moist, stone walls beneath your touch. There was no light in here and you swallowed audibly.

Tyrone lightly tapped your hand and brushed past you, leading you down the hall. If it wasn’t for his magnificent presence, you wouldn’t have known where he was. It was a short trip down the passage, before he pushed through another wall and light reached you. Your eyes stung from the sudden, warm light but you quickly adjusted.

This room was like a private study. Big enough to be classified as a home office, it held wall to wall bookshelves filled with thick and heavy tomes. There were some small books, but it looked like the books were well worn. The desk in the middle of the room was filled with open books, notebooks, and drawings.

You took in the couch, the blanket, the plates. “What is this?”

“Research. These mu’fuckas don’t read and sealed this place off a long time ago. There’s other libraries but it’s just for show,” he said.

He moved forward in the room, gathering up wayward plates on his way, and sat on the edge of the desk. He gestured for you to sit on the couch. You did so, hugging your body and looking at him.

“What exactly are you?” You asked slowly.

“I think you call us incubi,” he said.

“Sex demon,” you clarified. You raised your eyebrows and fought off a smile. The way he fucked, you believed it.

“We gain energy from sex, yes,” he said. He crossed his arms, vibrating with nervous energy. You were worried that he was breaking some kind of code by allowing you here. Though from what you saw earlier, it seemed like there were plenty of humans who came here. Why had he never taken you here before?

“So all this time, you’ve really looked like this?” You asked. You waved to what he looked like now. He was still sexy with thick arms and a strong jaw. You wanted to touch him. You hated this space between you.

He nodded and looked away from you.

“Tyrone, please. I need answers,” you said.

Tyrone took a deep breath. He began to explain more about his world. He didn’t precisely know where he came from, but he knew they were tasked with siphoning energy from humans’ dreams. Some do it through fear, some through happy memories, and some through anxiety dreams. He siphoned energy through people’s sex dreams. Sometimes he participated, sometimes he didn’t. He hadn’t siphoned energy by joining with humans for quite a while until you came along.

He explained how his world was ugly, dull, and gray. He was surrounded by petty incubi who saw humans as a food source rather than the gift they were. Every time Tyrone entered a dream, he was blown away by how vibrant humans were. How no matter what they went through, they still dreamed. Still hoped. Still tried.

And he was tired of living like this. Living like a pest surviving off of scraps. One night, your body really did scream out for him. He beat away other incubi intent on siphoning off your powerful sexual energy and he wasn’t going to interrupt. He honestly wasn’t. But the moment he saw you, he wanted for the first time in his life.

What he wanted was you. He wanted to see you, talk to you. He spent every moment he was awake waiting for you to fall asleep so that he’d get to hold you. Touch you. Fill you up with him and never let go. He thought by introducing you to many worlds and fantasies, the perfect dream man, that you wouldn’t see past what he wanted you to see. He was so lost inside your body last night that he let the illusion slip. And he was worried that you’d never want to see him again.

You rubbed your belly throughout his speech. This was so unlike anything you were thinking of. You weren’t expecting…this. You processed his words. Some of it you understood and some of it you didn’t. What you took away from it was that he felt like an outsider among his people. And he cared for you, in his own way.

“What does our baby have to do with it? Did you really want one with me or were you going to take it away to live…here?” This was what you really needed to know. The moment of truth. Was he going to steal your baby? Was this how they procreated? Foisted babies on unsuspecting women and then stole them as soon as they were born?

You felt protective over it already. It was yours. And you would be damned if anyone, Tyrone included, tried to take it from you. You stood up from the couch, too nervous to continue sitting and listening to all of this. You were scared of what would fall from his mouth next.

“I really wanted one with you. But I don’t want to lie. If you had an incubus, I would be required to raise him here. He would also be an anchor point for me in your world. I’d be able to…stay there.”

The weight of his words was like a physical slap. Stay…with you? He’d be able to stay? Live in the real world?

“What about your…people? Wouldn’t they come for him if he did end up being like you?” Your emotions were all over the place. You were happy, excited, scared, ready to throw up. Underneath it all, underneath all the noise and confusion, you were so damn elated that you shook where you stood.

You didn’t care about the logistics. You didn’t care what it would mean. You’d have your perfect man and a baby to boot. It’d be tough explaining it to your family and friends. They wouldn’t understand the incubus part of it. But you had told them you’d been seeing someone. Getting pregnant this fast wasn’t exactly in the cards, but fuck it. You were tired of not living your life for you.

“I’d protect us,” he said. He leapt from the edge of the desk as if he were ready to ride into battle this second. He crossed the room towards you, still so careful to not invade your personal space. But you backed up against the nearest bookshelf anyway. His eyes drooped, catching the movement, but he balled his fists at his side. “I’d fight to my last breath to protect you and our baby.”

You smiled at him. Grinned actually. You rubbed your fingers together. This couldn’t be real. But you didn’t care anymore. “So, you…still want to be with me?”

Tyrone stalked closer, crossing the boundary into your personal space. Your breathing turned quick, heart thumping painfully against your chest. You looked up into his eyes while he crowded you. He smelled like heaven. Something soft, light, and wonderful.

He brought his hands to either side of your head and leaned against the bookshelf. He dipped his head closer to you and nudged your nose with his. “Have I done such a poor job of letting you know what I feel for you?”

His voice was soft but deep, skating over you like a physical caress. Your thighs tingled, taking in his scent and looks. He looked damn good in that outfit. It was loose fitting but the color looked good on him.

You licked your lips and shook your head. He pressed light kisses to your jaw and cheeks, intentionally bypassing your lips. No matter how many times you moved your head, trying to taste his lips again, he moved away at the last second.

He slid one thigh in between your legs and you gasped, pussy clenching painfully. You gripped onto his shoulders to steady you.

“So warm,” he said.

Your fingers flexed on his shoulders as you looked into his eyes. He looked at you like he wanted to eat you up with a spoon.

He kissed along your neck, driving you wild with his soft, sweet kisses. This was so different from how you’d previously been with him these past few weeks. “Lucky I can’t get yo ass pregnant again,” he whispered against your neck.

“Tyrone!” You screamed.

He licked your neck. You shivered with a low moan. Your head thumped back against the bookshelf. Tyrone continued to lick and kiss and tickle you. You were turned on, breathing too heavily and feeling so clunky. He was so smooth, big, and strong by comparison.

He brought his lips back to your jaw and then grazed your lips. You leaned forward but he leaned back at the last minute with a smile. “Tell me you want me,” he said.

You opened your eyes and looked at him. “I want you,” you said. “I…love you.”

Tyrone grinned and crashed his lips against yours. He grabbed the sides of your head and mashed his lips against yours. It was sloppy, wild, and desperate. Completely at odds with how he was normally. And you loved it. You wanted more. You needed more.

Tyrone turned you around and walked you backwards towards his desk. He pushed all of his research onto the ground and laid you down like a full feast spread just for him. He tugged your sleep pants down, revealing your legs. He kissed your legs as he pulled it down, leaving nips and bites in his wake.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned.

He helped you sit back on the desk and pulled your sleep top off. He grinned, taking in your body like it was the first time he was seeing you. He kissed you again, hands trailing down your sides.

He kissed down your body, stopping to kiss your belly. He lingered there, head bent in prayer or benediction, and then moved lower. He grabbed your legs and spread them wider. He took in your glistening sex and moaned.

“So fucking wet and pretty, angel,” he said.

You moaned. “Please.” You couldn’t stop moving and gyrating. The desk was cold beneath your body but you were burning up. You were desperate for whatever he was going to do to you. You just needed him to hurry the hell up.

Tyrone bent down and his tongue dived into your pussy. Teasing and licking around your clit. He didn’t completely lick it, not yet, content to torture you. “Ouue fuck!” You screamed out.

Tyrone glowed with your wails and screams. Your legs were flailing, opening and closing around his head. Your hands flew to his hair and tugged on the neat braids. He growled into your pussy, falling forward and flattening his tongue against your pussy.

He began to finally suckle your clit, slurping up your sloppy juices and moaning at the taste of you. “Please, please, please,” you shook against his heavenly mouth. You were close. So close. Out of your mind with–

“OH!” You moaned and screamed out your pleasure. You jerked and twisted as he still ate you out. He licked up your runaway juices, smacked his lips, and returned to your clit with a satisfied hum.

He ate you until you calmed down, burning lungs calming down into something more manageable. Tyrone stood up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hands, grinning and showing off sharp teeth. That only turned you on. You grinned back and kept your legs open.

Tyrone moved in between your legs so that he could pull you into a sitting position. He kissed you, soft and sweet. “I love you,” he whispered against your lips. Your heart threatened to fly right out of your chest.

“You mean it?” You asked.

Tyrone pulled back and looked you in the eye. “I really mean it. If you’ll have me, I’ll never let you doubt me again.”

“I want you,” you said. You tugged on his own pants. You could see his dick tenting them already. His dick sprang free, bobbing in place. The swollen head leaked precum. You licked the palm of your hand and then started pumping his nice, thick dick.

He groaned, eyes half closed, and his lips parting on a sigh. You stroked him faster, using a mix of your spit and his precum to grip him how he liked. His head dropped forward, head bumping against yours.

“Fuck,” he groaned. He only got bigger, feeding from your mix of sexual energy. He gripped your hand, stopping you. You pouted with a tiny whine.

“I wanna cum inside,” he said. He kissed you, taking your protests from your lips before you could say anything. He pulled off his shirt and stepped out of his pants. Then he was right back between your legs, pulling you closer to the edge.

He gripped his dick and rubbed it through your slick folds. Your teeth began to chatter as a full body shiver overtook you. You looked down, past your tummy, and watched as he pushed his dick inside.

You shared a low, deep moan as he began to work himself inside. You clutched onto his neck, pulling him towards you and trying to sink onto him quicker. You wanted him deeper. He chuckled at your neediness.

“I don’t wanna hurt the mother of my child,” he said.

“Shit,” you moaned. Why was that so hot? Why did the thought of carrying his baby make you so insane with desire that you were getting wetter just from the notion? You were pregnant with his baby. Your belly would swell with his child and your titties would get bigger.

He must’ve had the same thought because he moved his lips down to your breasts and suckled on your titties as he stroked deep inside you. You felt him in your belly, moving and poking the deepest part of you.

Your legs hiked higher on his hips, opening yourself up further to him. His dick stroked the walls of your pussy, veins dragging against it and making your eyes water. “Oh shit, oh shit. Right there, baby, right there,” you moaned.

“Hmm, talk to me,” he moaned.

“Right there, baby. I’m gon’ cum,” you moaned. Your eyes were wide as you looked at him. He was stroking deep, moving his hips in a steady rhythm. Your orgasm rose in your lower belly like a wave on the ocean, gathering speed and strength.

When it finally rolled over you, you clutched Tyrone to you and screamed loud enough to go through the walls of the villa. You screamed and let him hear how good he was fucking you.

“Hmm, look at you, angel. So fuckin’ pretty cumming for me. It feel good, don’t it? I wish you could see how pretty you are,” he said.

His words of praise only made you twitch harder, shaking and gripping onto him as if he were your only lifeline. “Cum with me,” you managed to croak out.

Tyrone grinned and fucked you harder, stroking with a punishing pace that had you seeing stars once more. Your nails dug into his arms. He showed no indication that it hurt him. In fact, he seemed to like it since his dick twitched inside of you. His strokes turned sloppy and uncoordinated, rutting into you at this point.

Your pussy sucked him in, gripped him tight. “That’s right, angel. Don’t let me go,” he said.

“Never,” you moaned and shook your head.

“Never?” He asked.

“Never, never,” you chanted as another orgasm ripped through you. Your legs closed around his hips and he groaned, breath panting and fanning over you. He finally came, bathing your insides with his cum.

Hot jets of cum filled you to the brim and he continued to pound into you, biting his lip, and groaning. “Can’t fuckin’ stop,” he groaned.

You screamed and screamed, finally biting into his shoulder to keep from tearing the villa down with your whines and cries. The edges of his world started to turn blurry, growing darker the more you huffed to calm down.

“No, I wanna stay!” You yelled.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he said. His dick twitched one last time inside of you. He covered you in kisses as you were pulled steadily from his arms and back to wakefulness. He was no longer inside of you.

A sob hiccuped in your chest. You didn’t want to leave him. You didn’t want to be apart from him. Your hand pushed across your cold bed and your head flopped onto the bed. Tears stung your eyes. A hand came around your waist and pulled you closer to a warm, thick body.

You flipped over, staring into the soft reddish-brown eyes of Tyrone. He looked less demonic here, less animalistic. But he still looked like he didn’t quite belong.

“T-Tyrone?” You asked.

He grinned and kissed your cheek. “I can stay,” he said.

You screamed and turned over, throwing your entire body on top of him and peppered him with kisses this time. You both screamed and celebrated all night, enjoying this little miracle. You were never giving him up.

Never.

Lordy, if you need some more after that, here ya go! The Secret Tyrone Files

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