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after hours

after hours : a live action buggy x fem!reader fanfiction

for some odd reason, you have no idea who he is. and he fucking loved that.

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chapter one chapter two chapter three chapter four

chapter five | fights. fondness. fury.

his pov;

I followed close behind Y/N, almost like a lost puppy. She led the way while I walked after her, holding numerous bags full of random vegetables, grains, and dairy products. I felt bad but Y/N insisted on using the money I lent her to pay for the groceries. I told her I'd be happy to cover this but she gave me a firm 'no' and told me that a dinner guest shouldn't have to pay for their meal. It was inhumane- improper, she said. I smiled. I loved how persistent she could be.

As we turned the corner, she reached deep into the pocket of her backpack and pulled out a rusted key. The sight of her home appeared in the distance. I've never been inside. I've only ever seen what it looked like from an outside perspective. I was thrilled to finally be a part of Y/N's personal life. I was always separate from this part but now, I was finally being let in.

Her home appeared closer within seconds which took me as a shock. She lived closer than I had originally realized. Clearing my throat, I scooped the bags into my arms, hugging them against my chest. I rested my chin atop the quart of milk and looked down at the girl as she struggled to jam the key inside the lock. "Anything I need to watch out for?" I asked, taking a step closer to her.

Shaking her head, she was finally able to unlock the door. "No, just be nice. Use manners."

"Do I not already?" I asked, taken aback.

"Use them more often."

I nodded my head, clenching my jaw.

Y/N looked up at me, somehow being able to sense how nervous I was. I gulped and raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Relax, Buggers," She hummed as she nudged me with her elbow. A warm smile wafted over my face and I shrugged my shoulders back, listening to her simple yet helpful words of advice. "Just be yourself."

"I've never had anyone tell me that before."

"Why?"

Just before I could answer, the door was pushed open and Y/N's mother appeared, smiling at the both of us. I stayed still as my friend walked ahead of me, slipping her shoes off beside the open door. I remained frozen, wielding the bags of groceries close to me. Why was I so scared? Why was I not moving?

"Is he not going to come in?" Her mother whispered to Y/N.

"Buggy, come inside."

With those words, I snapped out of my horrified trance and listened to her, walking in. The door was shut behind me and I took a second to admire everything around me.

To the left of me was the kitchen. A small counter wrapped around, two barstools sitting underneath it. A bowl of fruit sat atop. The kitchen was tiny with two burners, one of which held a tea kettle. The refrigerator was marked with scratches and what seemed to be dents. I frowned. I wonder what happened.

To my right was a staircase leading upstairs, to what I'm presuming was Y/N's bedroom and an extra room now that her mother moved downstairs. In front of me was a large wooden table with two matching chairs and then past that, a couch lined with assorted blankets. Built into the stone wall was a fireplace that was burning brightly, the flames crackling. I'm glad she could have a furnace or some type of heat to keep her warm at night. Especially during these times, hypothermia was fairly common. I was thankful it wouldn't be an issue for her.

After examining my surroundings, my eyes trailed back to the lovely woman next to me who started to grab items from my arms. I apologized and set the rest of the bags on the countertop, helping both her and her mother to unload them.

"How much was all of this?" Her mother asked as she grabbed a bag of tomatoes, staring closely at them.

"Not much."

"Did he pay?" She met my gaze for a second then looked back down.

"No, I did."

"Why didn't he pay?"

"Mom-" Y/N nudged her mother's shoulder, shaking her head. "Don't say anything like that. It's rude."

She held her hands up in defense. "My apologies." Her eyes rolled.

I decided to let them be and ventured into the living room. I took a seat on the couch, resting my arm atop the back of it. I leaned back and admired the crackling flames. More bickering was heard from behind me and I cringed. Poor girl.

"Is he gonna help make dinner?" I heard her mother whisper after she questioned if my nose was real or not. I grimaced.

"You can ask him yourself! Talk to him. I'm going to go get changed. I'll be right back," Y/N announced. As I turned my head, I watched the young girl walk up the staircase. Her mother was staring at me, forcing a smile.

"Come help me."

I gave a firm nod, pressed my hands to my thighs, and pushed myself up and off of the couch. I headed into the kitchen and smiled down at her. "What can I help with?"

"Chop those tomatoes and the onions."

"Okay," I said with a smile. I grabbed a knife from the small rack and slipped my gloves off, stuffing them into the left pocket of my coat. I wielded the knife and started to slice the tomatoes. "Diced? Chopped?"

"Diced, please."

An uncomfortable silence fell and I raised my head in hopes of seeing Y/N walking down the stairs but she remained invisible. I gulped and turned my head to face her mother who was measuring a few cups of water. I cleared my throat. "Thank you for inviting me over for dinner."

"I've heard a lot about you. I wanted to see if you lived up to the expectations."

"What has been said?"

"Only good things."

I smiled. I'm glad Y/N thought so highly of me. "She's said good things about you, too."

Her mom let out a gutty chuckle. "Yeah! That's funny. She hates me."

"No, she doesn't. She loves you."

"She sure has a hefty way of showing it."

"What do you mean?"

"Ya know how kids are. Disrespectful, defiant. She's no different."

I frowned. "How is she disrespectful?"

"Talks illy of her father. A man who aspired to be more and she shames him for that. I'll never understand it."

I scooped the tomatoes into a small bowl and then started to chop the onions, constantly blinking so I wouldn't cry. The smell burned my nose and eyes. I wanted to give my opinion on the matter but due to my dinner invitation, I didn't deem it to be seen fit. I stayed quiet and listened to her complaints. When Y/N finally appeared, it felt like a breath of fresh air to see her angelic self walk down the stairway. I found myself to be entranced with her beauty.

She changed into a sundress, the fabric matching her eyes. I smiled at the sight, biting my bottom lip. I was so distracted by her goddess look that I didn't feel the blade of the knife cut into my finger. With my clouded mind, I was also unable to use my devil fruit ability to stop the blade from cutting me. As soon as I felt it, I jumped back and dropped the knife. My blood pooled on the white cutting board and I winced, grabbing a towel from the stove to wrap around my wound. Y/N noticed this and hurried towards me, frowning. "What happened?"

I blinked and shook my head. "I just cut my finger, that's all. I'm okay."

"You're not okay, you're bleeding."

"Yeah, but-"

"Follow me, come here." She led me over to the other side of the counter and sat me down on a barstool. She disappeared into a small closet before reappearing with a small wooden box. I held my finger, feeling a pulse beat through my hand. Her mom watched with a troubled expression. I ignored her look and turned to gaze up at Y/N who was finally taller than me. I smirked.

She dug through the box and pulled out a bandage.

"Thank you, nurse," I whispered while she wrapped the bandage around my finger after disinfecting it with alcohol. "It feels a lot better."

"Don't mention it,'' She said softly. "Be careful next time."

"No promises." I winked.

As she turned around, I noticed that the dress was sheer. I don't know if she realized that but I didn't want to sound like a pervert by telling her. But I felt like a pervert by not telling her. I chewed on my lower lip and looked down at my finger.

Part of me wished she kissed my finger, but I knew I was asking too much.

Rising from the seat, I resumed cutting vegetables while the girl set the table. She pulled a barstool over and slid it next to one of the chairs. I watched her momentarily before scooping the remaining sliced peppers and garlic into the small bowl. I carried it over to her mother. "Here you go."

"Thank you," She patted my hand and then started to sift them into the pot of chicken stock. I backed up and leaned back against the counter, folding my arms over my chest. "What should I call you? Y/N's mom?"

She laughed and shook her head. "Evelyn."

"Nice to meet you, Evelyn."

I caught Y/N looking over at me. I met her gaze and smiled as she mouthed a quick 'thank you'.

I whispered 'you're welcome' in return, winking at her.

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her pov;

It was a nice sight to see my mother and Buggy getting along so far. My mother was a troubling woman. While I loved her, she always had ulterior motives. She never did anything out of the kindness of her own heart. So while watching her interact with my new friend, I tried my best to predict what would happen. But there were too many possibilities. Too many endless outcomes. All I could do was wait because if I asked her, I'd be chewed out instantly.

I reached into the liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of red wine. Popping the cork out, I poured three glasses and set them next to each of the three plates. I wasn't going to drink but I knew my mother would. I looked up at Buggy. Was he going to? The extra glass was just for show. I was called numerous names by my mother for not drinking alcohol. I didn't want to hear any of it tonight. I wanted things to go perfectly- no, beyond perfect. Things needed to be overly perfect, if that was possible.

But as the night furthered, I realized that my hope was nothing more than a silly dream.

When dinner was finally being eaten, the three of us gathered around the table. Buggy sipped on his glass of wine while my mother downed hers and then grabbed mine. "You're not gonna drink it," She insisted as she took a swig. "She hates alcohol," She said as she looked at Buggy.

"I know." He swallowed and slid the glass away from him.

I slowly began to eat. It’s been so long since I’ve sat down with my mother and shared a meal. And even longer since she cooked. Most of the time we ate separately. The only time we shared together were with stupid arguments.

“How’s the food, Buggy?” My mother asked.

The clown smiled and nodded his head. “Very good.”

“Y/N?” She tilted her gaze toward me.

“Good, thank you.”

“So, Buggy, I heard you used to be a pirate. Tell me about that.”

“Uhm.” He dropped his fork and finished chewing before washing the food down with wine. He cleared his throat and sat up. “What would you like to know?”

“How much money did it make you?”

I rolled my eyes and dropped my head into my hand.

“Well, obviously you can imagine it was quite a lot. I was quite wealthy and fortunate but of course, it wasn’t the best way to make money. I regret it now but-“

“Are you still rich?”

“Mom, talk about something else-“ I interrupted before she interrupted me.

“Stop. I’m just making conversation.”

I sighed and grabbed the wine bottle from beside her. I poured myself a glass and hesitantly, I took a sip. I grimaced at the taste but forced it down. I could tell tonight wasn’t going to go smoothly.

“I do have a bit saved, yeah. But not nearly as much as I used to.” The pirate took another bite.

“How much do you have saved?” My mom dropped her fork and rested her chin on her hands.

“A couple million berries, give or take.”

“Is that going to my daughter when you get married?”

I gasped, laughing. “What kind of question is that?”

“It’s a simple question, is it not? If you two are going to get married, then you need my blessing.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Excuse me?”

“We’re not even dating, what makes you think we’re going to get married?” I scoffed, rolling my eyes as I took another bite of the meal. "What is with these questions? Is it only about money for you?"

"We have no money, Y/N. I've been telling you it's best to marry young and marry wealthy."

"Are you kidding me?"

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his pov;

The tension was growing fast. And so was my discomfort.

When the idea of marriage came up, I felt hot.

It was a dream of mine but there was no way I was going to. At least not yet. Y/N looked so uncomfortable with the thought of it, as well. I wanted to interrupt and hopefully ease the situation but before I knew it, they both were yelling at each other.

I frowned, sinking into my seat.

But the thing that worried me the most was how much Y/N was drinking. When I first realized how many glasses she repeatedly poured herself, I grew concerned. Before I could reach over, grab her wrist, and tell her to stop, the argument got more heated. Both women were drunkenly yelling at one another, pointing out each other's flaws and dismays.

"You're nothing but disrespectful toward me, do you know that? Constantly talking back, saying you know what's best for me, shitting on your father who risked his life for us! You're horrible to me, Y/N. I try to be a good mother to you, and this is what I get in return. Blatant disrespect?" Evelyn spat as she pushed herself up from her seat at the table. She stormed into the kitchen and leaned down, sorting through the liquor cabinet. While she wasn't looking, I grabbed the girl's wrist and urged her to stop.

"Hey, don't fuel this. Let's just go. You can stay with me again tonight-" I tried to whisper but she ripped herself from my grip and followed after her mother in the kitchen, continuing to add fuel to the wildfire. Sighing, my head fell into my hands and I felt the urge to scream but I remained quiet, forcing myself to sit still. I wanted to defend Y/N, however, this wasn't my battle. She needed to conquer this on her own.

"He left us! How is he risking his life? He willingly ditched his family for some stupid, probably made-up treasure! Do you find it odd that he never wrote to you? Or me? He completely abandoned us! And you call him a hero," The girl's face went red with anger. She threw her hands up in the air to exaggerate her point. She then shook her head. "It's pathetic. I knew I shouldn't have invited Buggy over."

"What?"

"Do you know how horrible it is to ask someone for their money? Or to insinuate that you want it? He's a good friend of mine. I don't care about his money. I never asked for anything. He offered it to me out of the kindness of his heart."

"Are you ashamed of me?"

"Take a guess."

Slap!

Before I could process anything, Y/N was clutching her cheek, crying.

The escalation of this situation was beyond anything I could process. One moment we were getting along, sharing a nice meal, and now, Y/N was on the floor, crying as she cursed her mother, wishing her to be dead like her father.

Within seconds, both women left. Y/N ran to her bedroom and Evelyn left through the front door.

I sat alone at the table, clutching my thighs as I stayed completely still. I attempted to process what had just happened but I failed to do so.

Y/N had every right to despise her father. He left her when she was an infant for the One Piece, which sure, could simply be a huge hoax. A woman without a father is tragic. She needed a proper male role model in her life. However, due to her father's immature dreams, she was left alone. And Evelyn? While present, she was still very absent in her life. My heart ached for her. Someone so sweet and kind shed too many tears for people who could care less about her.

I didn't want to immediately run upstairs to her aid. She needed space, from what I understood.

I took a few minutes to clean up from dinner then I proceeded up the narrow staircase. I knocked on the door which consisted of a weeping woman behind it. A muffled 'come in' allowed my entrance.

I pushed the door open and closed it behind me.

The poor girl lay on her bed, clutching herself in a tight ball as she wept, her body shaking the bed. I approached her, kneeling on the bed. My hand found her back and I stroked it. I succeeded in ignoring the sheerness of her dress, my eyes locking on the back of her head.

"Are you alright?"

A stupid question, I know. She was crying. Of course, she wasn't okay. But I felt responsible to ask it.

She remained silent, the sounds of her sobs hurting both my heart and my ears. I wanted to be deaf. To hear someone as enchanting as her cry was worse than a life sentence.

"Do you want me to leave?"

With those words, she twisted her body and faced me. Her makeup streaked down her wet face. I gave her a sincere smile. She was still so pretty. I reached to grab her hurt cheek. I wiped her tears, making sure to be extremely gentle.

"I'll be quiet. Talk to me when you feel ready."

Her swollen eyes closed and she gave a half-nod.

I remained quiet, caressing her soft skin. I admired her, thanking God her eyes were closed so she wouldn't think my staring was creepy. A few loose strands of hair stuck to her teary face to which I wiped them away.

I let out a soft sigh and laid back, my head propped on a stuffed animal of a turtle. I smirked to myself. Her room was cozy. Her bed was soft and the sheets were silk. A window took up half of a wall which had translucent pink curtains hanging down from a pole. A lantern sat on her bedside table, a wooden dresser in front of us. If I were her, I'd never leave. I loved all of the pink decorations. It was cute.

I was about to check on her again but before I could, she sat up and crawled closer to me, her wet face burying into the crook where my neck and right shoulder met. I let out an inaudible gasp, a shiver running down my spine as I could feel her hot breath against my skin. My arm swept underneath her and I pulled her closer to me, my hand rubbing her back. I slipped my hand below the hem of her dress so I could rub her bare back. She didn't protest. I smiled.

Her hand found my chest as she clutched my striped vest. I spread my legs to get comfortable. Her own wrapped around my waist. I was shocked with how close and personal she was becoming but did I mind? Not. One. Bit.

My free hand caressed her soft hair, combing my fingers through it. The sweet scent of her strong shampoo floated past my nose. Coconut and vanilla.

I opened my mouth, moments from speaking but before I had the opportunity to, a kiss was placed against my neck. My eyes widened and I pushed her off of me. Her tired eyes met mine for a moment. I looked at her, confused. But she smiled at me and leaned back in, this time placing a kiss against my lips. When she pulled back, a soft red tint rested on her mouth. "What?" She whispered, her eyes trailing to admire my mouth.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't know," She murmured and kissed me again. She repeated this, each kiss longer and more passionate than the previous one. My hands now remained glued at my sides. I was scared to use them, not knowing what I planned on doing with them. But when her hand grabbed my own and she brought my injured finger up to her soft, plump lips, I swallowed, feeling my body heat up. She kissed my finger, humming. "I wanted to do this earlier, but…"

"Y/N, what's going on?"

"Hm? Nothing," She murmured and kissed me again. She guided my hand up to grab at her chest. She gripped my hand upon her right breast then dropped her hand. "I'm not doing anything," She repeated.

My body only continued to grow hot.

What was she doing? Why was she doing this?

She wasn't the type of girl to just sleep around. She had respect for herself, which I heavily admired. So why was she doing this?

Her kisses grew more frequent and before I knew it, she was completely on top of me. Her thighs straddled my hips as she forced me back against the bed. I pulled the stuffed turtle out from beneath my heart and tossed it somewhere across the room. I moaned into her mouth as she kissed me harder, this time with her tongue.

I shivered, my hand stuck on her breast, delicately scrunching my fingers. She wasn't wearing a bra.

My breath hitched as my finger grazed over her nipple. She whined at this, a sound that was a symphony to my ears.

"Buggy," She moaned against my mouth. "Take my dress off."

And that's when it hit me.

This wasn't her.

This wasn't Y/N.

As much as I've been craving this since the moment my eyes landed on a goddess like herself, I couldn't do it. Not when she was drunk and an emotional wreck.

"I can't," I whispered against her mouth, my hand dropping from her breast. Her hovering mouth pulled away and she gave me a skeptical look, her eyebrows furrowing together. I frowned. I could tell she was upset. "I'm sorry."

"What do you mean 'you can't'?" Y/N asked, clearly offended and taken aback. She looked down at the erection beneath my pants. She giggled, "You clearly can. And want to."

"Do you?"

"What?" She laughed, her eyes rolling. "I insinuated this, no?"

"You're drunk," I said flatly. "I don't want to do this. I feel like I'm taking advantage of you." I grabbed a pillow from behind me and used it to cover my hips. "I want to do this when you're sober. Not when you're intoxicated and upset."

She scoffed. "Are you kidding me?"

"I don't want to upset you-"

"Well, you have." The girl crawled off of me and her arms folded over her chest. Her lips were stained red from my own. Normally, I would find the sight to be riveting but now, I was ashamed that I let it travel this far. "I want you to leave," She whispered.

"Y/N, come on, I don't want you to end up regretting this."

"No, you're right. I would end up regretting this."

I frowned. "Can we just talk tomorrow? About all of this?" I reached to take her hand in mine but she declined the offer by slapping it away.

"I want you to go."

"But-"

"I thought you liked me. I felt like we had a connection. I understood you, you understood me. And when I finally get the courage to show you how I feel, you just push me away," Her lower lip quivered as her eyes watered with tears.

"I do like you. I always have. I just want you to be sober, to be confident in what you're doing."

"And what makes you think I'm not sober?"

"You're slurring your words and your breath smells of alcohol," I admitted.

"Whatever," Y/N mumbled as she crawled off of the bed and stood on her feet. "I just wanted to give this night a good end. But my fault, I guess. I read into things too much."

I stayed quiet. I knew she didn't mean what she was saying.

"You're horrible, ya know that? You give me so many mixed signals by calling me cute, buying me things, and spoiling me with money. What do you want from me? I throw myself onto you and you push me away? What is wrong with you?"

"I'm going to go."

"Good! Go! The quicker, the better. I was sick of looking at you anyway." Her words cut deeper than any knife or blade ever could. But I knew she didn't mean any of it. It was the alcohol. I knew how she felt when her mother pulled this stunt with her. It wasn't a good feeling.

"Have a good night, Y/N." I smiled as I climbed off of the bed. I approached her despite her discomfort and pressed a kiss against her forehead. I then backed away, approaching the door. Part of me hoped she would beg me to stay but she remained quiet. Just as I left her bedroom, the door behind me slammed shut. While I was unhappy with her reaction, I was satisfied with the outcome. I'd much rather her despise me than take advantage of her when she was drunk by having sex with her. I knew she would regret it. She wasn't the type of girl to drink, let alone have sex with a guy while doing so.

As I walked downstairs, I realized she might forget about this in the morning. Or she wouldn't. I just didn't want her to hate me because of this. I was only looking out for her best interest.

I left her home and adjusted my coat, closing the door behind me. Evelyn leaned against the outside of the house, her foot propped up with a lit cigarette in her right hand. She looked at me and smiled. "Trouble in paradise?" She chuckled, taking a puff.

I adjusted the sleeves of my coat and looked over my shoulder. If it weren't for her, none of this would've happened. I developed a new hatred for Y/N's mother. "If I give her any more of what I have, I'm making sure you get jackshit," I snapped.

"We'll see about that. Like mother, like daughter."

"She is nothing like you."

"You're a no-good pirate. I see that. I just need her to realize that."

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. I reached over, grabbed the cigarette from her lips, and threw it on the ground. I squished it below my foot and then stepped forward. "The first step to conquering addiction is admitting you have one."

"Go home, clown."

It took everything in me not to say my true feelings to her, but that was Y/N's mother. I wasn't going to insult her mom.

It was best to leave before things escalated further.

I had such high hopes for tonight but alas, nothing was made a reality. As I started down the street, I wondered if I made a mistake by not continuing further with Y/N. I wanted to, I really did. I wanted nothing more than to share a moment of intimacy with her. But the red wine clouded her judgment. She had a huge fight with her mother. Evelyn even hit her. There was no way she was thinking clearly.

And if our relationship is affected because of this, then so be it.

I'd rather that than take something precious from her.

Than to corrupt someone as pure as she.

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Beastly 1/17

You're the twin sister of Eren Yeager. One day you see a strange man with whom you feel an instant connection.

18+ Zeke Yeager/Reader, some Eren Yeager/Reader

CWs: incest, manipulation, older man/younger woman, underage, non/dubcon, daddy kink, oral sex (f receiving) WC: 3291/ total word count: about 47k Part 2

The first time you see him is as you’re passing an alleyway in town. You only back up because you recognize the two with him as Reiner and Bertholdt. He’s not quite as tall as Reiner, also blond and light eyed, quite fit, and wearing a pair of spectacles. There’s something familiar about him, but you’re sure you’ve never met.

You lock eyes and he pauses in his conversation, then nods toward you. The two boys mutter back and forth with him and a hint of a smile appears on his face. You are still staring at one another when you flush hot, turning to head back toward the horses.

“Yeager, wait up!”

Reiner catches up to you not two minutes later. The big guy isn’t even panting, those long legs of his better suited to running than your own.

You favor him with a tight smile, a little embarrassed to have been caught staring earlier. “Hey, Reiner.”

“You really shouldn’t be walking around here alone, you know.” Ah, such a gentleman. Reiner is always like that, and he further demonstrates it by offering to take your bag.

You shrug, but slide the cloth bag with your new undershirts into the proffered hand. “I can handle myself,” you counter. “I’m a scout, too.”

“Yeah, but you’re not exactly the best at ground fighting, are you? As I recall, that’s the one area Eren walloped you in.”

The two of you had been neck-and-neck for most of your training, except for hand-to-hand fighting. Your brother would never let you forget it, either, despite you pointing out that you’d hardly be grappling titans.

He just had to prove you wrong there.

It was still bizarre that your brother could transform into a titan, much less how it came about. Those were grisly details you wish you could forget.

“Thanks for the reminder,” you mutter. “Well, now you’re here to make sure I don’t get lost on my way back, right?”

“Right,” the ox of a young man responds.

The pair of you walk in relative silence for a few minutes, then curiosity gets the best of you. “Is Bertholdt still with that guy?”

He nods.

“So, who is he?”

You don’t miss the way he nearly stumbles as though surprised you’d asked. He wasn’t exactly the brightest of the 104th. “He’s— that’s Zeke. We met him after Wall Maria came down.”

“Oh.” You didn’t expect that, but it makes sense. After all, the pair had come from the same village, and had never mentioned anyone else coming out alive. Quite the contrary, if you recall correctly. “He’s a friend, then?”

“Yeah, he looked out for us a bit when we came to the city.”

“Sounds like a nice guy.” And good looking, though part of you kept thinking you were missing something.

The next time you see him he’s alone. You glimpse him in Stohess, which is strange for a multitude of reasons. Zeke pauses as you lean against a wall and wait for the signal. His pale eyes narrow, then a smirk spreads over his face, and you’re blushing again.

Why does he get to you like this? You’ve seen him exactly twice now, and for some reason he gets under your skin like nothing else.

You dream about him that night, and that’s only the beginning.

When you see him the third time, you’re walking along the Wall early in the morning. You’d given up on trying to sleep some time before dawn only to wind up taking to the heights in an attempt to clear your head.

It’s from a distance at first, but you recognize him with enough time that you could use your ODM gear and get away if you really wanted to.

You don’t.

Instead, you watch him approach, hands in his pockets as he casually strolls your way. He’s so cocky with the way his eyes glint behind his glasses, smirk tugging at his lips.

“Hey, there, sweetheart,” he says when he’s in a comfortable conversation distance.

Your brows twitch in a brief frown. “H-hi. You’re Zeke, right?”

He nods and says your name as though it’s a question, but you know it’s not.

“No last name, Zeke?” He apparently knows yours, so you feel a little outclassed.

“Doesn’t really matter. What are you doing up here so early?”

You shrug. “I couldn’t sleep. The air up here is refreshing, so…”

Zeke hums, then swings a bag from his back and crouches down to remove what looks like a field teapot, but not. “I have something that might help. Sit, please.” He makes a little fire to heat the water in it, and within minutes the strange brown grounds are perfuming the air with the most lovely scent.

You sit across from him and watch the whole process from his careful measuring to the way he pours the brown liquid into tin cups.

It’s hot when you take the cup from his large hand, and it warms your palms as the steam tickles your nose. You watch as he takes a healthy gulp, then do the same. You don’t miss the way he watches with those sparkling, amused eyes.

Bitter, but refreshing heat floods your tongue. It tastes like one of those nice days in autumn where the leaves are turning orange and there’s a hint of chill in the air, and you just want to lay in your warm bed.

Zeke chuckles. “It’s good, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He scoots closer to you, those pale blue eyes intent as they study your features. “You and your brother don’t look much alike, huh?”

“What do you mean?”

You’ve heard it before, but it seems to mean something different from him. He reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, watching your cheeks flush to compete with the temperature of the coffee. “You’re twins, right? Are you close?”

“I mean, us and Mikasa and Armin, we’re all we have.” You shrug again, wrapping your cloak around yourself when a sudden chill hits. “So, I guess.”

“You cold, honey?” You nod. Though he’s in a button down and slacks, he looks remarkably untouched by the cool air. “C’mere.” Zeke wraps an arm around you and you let him pull you to his side. And he is warm. Solid, and enveloping, too. He smells like pine, the drink, and something intensely masculine that makes your stomach flip.

“You’re warm,” you say lamely.

Zeke smiles down at you, scrubs a hand through his blond scruff. “Yeah. I run hot, I guess. It’s good for cuddling cute little things like you.”

You swat at him playfully, but your heart is in your throat. He’s just as handsome up close as he was from a distance, and you kind of like the view from your place pressed up against him.

A moment passes during which you sip from your cups, but you can feel Zeke glancing over at you regularly.

“What?”

He hums a question, as though unaware what you’re asking.

“You keep looking at me.”

“Oh.” He runs a hand through his hair. “That. You’re just very pretty, is all.”

“I’m okay,” you counter.

He cups your jaw, turning you to face him. The way his gaze flits across your features is addictive. “You’re beautiful, sweetheart.”

You try to turn away in embarrassment, but his hand holds firm.

“I mean it. You’re so beautiful, I almost can’t believe you’re real. And that you’re— Eren Yeager’s sister. Seems a shame.”

“Eren’s not that bad.” You defend him automatically now, having stood up for Eren so many times over the years that the words are rote.

“Yeah, well.” He slowly removes his hand, and your cheek feels cold without his calloused palm against it. “Reiner certainly agrees with me. I think he has a thing for you.”

Your nose crinkles, caught between saying ‘ew’ and laughing that off. “He likes Krista. Krista Lenz,” you explain at his raised brow. “She’s a great scout. Even shorter than I am, but can run circles around me.”

“You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. Besides, a guy can like more than one girl, ya know. He really didn’t like me asking about you that day in the alley.”

“Is that when you found out my name?”

Zeke nods, the hand around your shoulders drifts down to your waist and squeezes gently. “Yeah. You were just so pretty, I couldn’t help myself. And when he ran off to escort you back to your barracks, I was a little jealous. Did you reward him for that?”

“Reward him?” The conversation has taken some odd twists, but you’re still enjoying the company of the older man.

“Maybe give him a kiss for his time.” He bumps your leg with his own, and you think you see something devious swim behind the pale surface of his eyes, but maybe it’s just the sharp way he studies you.

You shake your head. “No. I’ve never— never done that, actually.”

“What, you’ve never kissed anybody?” He sounds disbelieving.

“Never really had any time. I mean, we started training at twelve, and there’s never any privacy or anything. So kissing just hasn’t been important.”

“Hm.” He turns toward you more fully, arm sliding to your lower back. His eyes are definitely darker now, but only because his pupils have grown to swallow up the pale blue of his irises. “Would you like to?”

Your mouth hangs open, eyes widening. No way can he mean what you think he means. Right?

“You’ll catch flies like that, sweetheart.” Zeke cups your cheek again, thumb running over your bottom lip. “So, what do you say?”

You nod, swallowing dryly before you can second-guess yourself, and the corner of Zeke’s mouth ticks up in a smirk. Then he’s leaning down toward you, slotting that mouth over yours. He takes advantage of your dazed state to run his tongue around the sensitive inside of your lips. You shiver and make a little sound in the back of your throat. Zeke seems to like that, because that slick tongue then dips in and strokes along yours, against the roof of your mouth, possessing you and stealing your breath.

Burning hands pull you into his lap, running eagerly over your sides. “Jeeeeesus, baby,” he says when he finally parts his lips from yours. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” You lick your lips, an action he avidly tracks, and then he’s kissing you again.

And it’s amazing, sending tingles down to your toes and moths swooping in your stomach. It tastes like lightning in your veins, the closest thing to soaring through the air with your ODM gear as you can get while sitting on the stone.

He slides you down to lay across the cold surface that makes up the top of the Wall, his lower half trapping yours as he mouths across your jaw to nibble on your throat.

“Zeke,” you breathe, overwhelmed and trembling, but unsure if you really want to end this. When you push experimentally at his shoulder, he doesn’t even pause his ministrations.

Fingers dart to undo your buttons, one large palm slipping in to cup your breast, and you realize he’s mumbling between kisses and love bites. “So fucking beautiful, babygirl.” The sharp edge of his teeth press against you as he sucks a hickey on your collarbone. “Perfect. Perfect, pretty girl. Wanna destroy you, steal you away for myself. So wrong.”

You’re getting so lost in his fingers pinching and rolling a nipple, in the scratch of his beard on your flesh, that it’s hard to follow what he says. It’s all just a mad jumble of praises.

“Tried to fight it, but you’re so good, baby.” He loses patience and tears at your blouse, the rest of the buttons flying in a staccato hail. His mouth follows the path down to your breasts, and you think you should tell him to stop now, but his burning mouth engulfs half of the one not occupied by a hand, and all thoughts flee.

Your fingers tangle in his shaggy blond hair, tugging in tune with his tongue, which he seems to like. He worms his hips between your thighs, rolls deliciously against you. When you whine, he pulls from your breast with an obscene pop! and grins. Only now do you realize his glasses have been set aside.

“You sound so pretty, babygirl. How about we see if we can make you come, huh?”

You blink dumbly at him and he grins.

“Don’t know what that means, do you? It's okay, honey. Daddy will take care of everything for you.” His meaty hands work at your trousers, and your head tries to catch up, your own hands flying to his.

“W-wait. Wait!” You’re confused and hot and dizzy and you think you’re a little nauseous, too. It’s the same feeling you get whenever Reiner or Jean or even Mikasa is partially undressed around you.

He pauses. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” he assures you in the softest, most patronizing tone possible. “Here, lemme see if I can help you calm down a little, huh?” He unbuttons his own shirt, revealing a muscled chest just a bit slimmer than Reiner’s. Your mouth is dry all over again as you follow the revelation of each popped button. When he’s done and you make your way back to his face, he’s smirking. “See something you like?”

You turn your head, biting your lip in mortification at being caught staring.

Zeke lays one of your palms against his chest. “Don’t be embarrassed, baby. I like the way you look at me.” He dips back down to kiss and suck at your neck again, fingers skimming your sides. It’s enough of a walk-back that you start to relax again. When his hips begin their slow roll, you spread your thighs and wrap them around him.

“Fuck,” he hisses into your hair. “You’re killing me. I gotta taste you.” He tugs your trousers off before you can raise another protest, diving between your legs to press his nose against your underwear.

You shriek and try to push away, but he holds you tightly and licks your center through the material. And you freeze.

He tears them off after a few more laps, and the difference that little piece of cloth makes is insanity. You’re thrown into a puddle of your own making while he eats you like he’s starved. He sucks and nibbles and touches parts of you you didn’t realize could feel that way until you’re falling apart. You don’t even notice the first finger, but you definitely notice the second. It’s a slightly painful stretch, but it also feels so good.

He finally pulls back after what feels like ages, and you’re emptier than ever, blushing as he sucks his fingers clean. “You.” He shakes his head and chuckles nervously, staring down at her. “You’re killing me. I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to give you up after this.”

Then he’s unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants, lowering them just enough that his erection pops out—

You can’t breathe.

You might be young, but you’re not totally blind. You grew up with a brother and spent all of your formative years in close quarters with multiple boys. You’ve seen them naked before, but always soft (or under covers while they slept, just tenting the blankets a little). And they’ve always been rather awkward looking in those glimpses. This is nothing like those.

It’s long and thick and standing up against his pelvis with slickness beading at the end as he strokes his fist up and down.

He lowers back over you, and when his dick brushes your stomach, you startle out of your daze, slapping against his shoulders with both hands.

“Sh, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “It’s okay. It’s okay,” he repeats, free hand brushing through your hair. “Baby, you’re alright.” It’s too easy for him to ignore your ineffectual hands, peppering kisses to your cheeks until you think, maybe, you’re safe. Then he’s pushing inside you and, Walls, that hurts!

It’s a stinging, burning stretch inside you as he bullies his way in. You whimper, eyes hot and vision shimmering with your tears, which he promptly kisses away.

When his pelvis meets yours, he pauses and pulls you into his chest with those strong arms wrapped around your waist and shoulders. “Shush, sweetheart. Sh. Daddy’s got you. The bad part is all over now. Relax, baby. I’m so sorry, I just couldn’t help myself. You’re so pretty.”

Despite the pain he’s causing, you fist the open edges of his shirt, sniffling against his shoulder as he continues rambling in that soothing voice of his.

“... such a perfect little sister. Didn’t know what to think when I saw you in town that day. I wanted to hate you, but you’re just so pretty and so sweet. I can’t let anyone else have you. Baby, baby, baby. Please calm down for me? I promise, I’ll make it feel good from here on. Please, honey.”

Another sniffle, and you realize the pain isn’t as bad. It's more of a discomfort than anything.

Zeke notices the change and cranes his neck to look down at your face. His smile is soft this time, fond. “There’s my girl. I’m gonna start moving now, okay?”

It still stings a little when his hips rock back, your walls dragging along them, but over the next few thrusts it starts feeling kind of good. And Zeke, noting every flicker through your expression, sees the shift immediately. He quickens, angling himself different ways until one particular thrust has you arching in his arms, a rush of wetness flooding your thighs.

“Atta girl,” he praises, and he picks up speed until the wet slap of your flesh is all you can hear between his dirty words and heavy panting.

You think you scream when your pleasure hits again. The world is thrown into relief, like a bolt of lightning flooded your vision. Your toes curl and you throw your head back, every muscle tense against Zeke’s hard body.

“Fuck. Can’t pull out, I’m so sorry, babygirl. Gonna cum in this perfect pussy. Made for me. Born just for me. Fuck,” you hear him spit out the curse again, then he buries his head against your throat and groans, his length throbbing against your still pulsing insides.

He lays over you for long moments as you both come down, steam rising from your hot bodies in the cold morning like you’re a titan just sliced across the nape. Then he rolls to the side, curling around you where you lie on your cape, pressing his lips to your stomach before laying his cheek there.

You don’t know how long the two of you bask like this. It’s your one day off training, so you aren’t too worried, but it would be horribly awkward if anyone were to—

“Zeke?”

Reiner and Bertholdt are standing not two yards away. Your guess is they didn’t see you at first since you’re lying down. Bertholdt’s cheeks stain red and he hurriedly looks away; Reiner, blue eyes wide, is trying to not stare, but his gaze is dancing all over you. You’re completely nude and sticky, while Zeke has shed his shirt to cool down, trousers still unbuttoned.

The blond beside you slips on his glasses and leans up on an elbow, flashing the others a grin. “Hey, boys.”

You wrap your cloak over yourself and hide against Zeke’s chest; he chuckles and pats your back.

“Hey, Zeke.” Bertholdt’s voice sounds strained. “Isn’t that, um, isn’t that your—”

“My sister?” He sighs and shakes his head as you freeze. “Yeah.”

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Spider Rings - Ch.1

Art the Clown x Reader

(Originally posted on AO3 by Frothy-Frowns – relax, that’s my NotSFW username, I’m not ripping someone else’s work, lol)

Summary: In cute, playful banter, you accidentally marry a strange monochromatic clown with cold eyes. Congrats! Best of luck to you on your honeymoon~

First chapter is SFW. The next one is NSFW and has two versions for either genitalia, depending on the reader’s preference. Absolutely NO minors, please.

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18 Pages/ 8,561 Words … so, uh, a pretty lengthy read.

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ lost & found - a dabi smau *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ synopsis: Y/N is the #4 hero and close friends with Hawks. When Hawks goes on a LOA from Hero Work due to a recent injury the Hero Commission decides to bring Y/N in as their new informant. Hawks sets up a meet n greet with his contact from the LoV, Dabi. What Y/N isn’t expecting is to come face to face with her assumed dead childhood best friend Touya Todoroki. Not realizing who she is due to a name change Y/N has to try and keep her identity hidden from the villain while trying to suppress old feelings that have begun to resurface.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ status: ONGOING

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ warnings: 18+, Smut, Violent Themes, Sexual Themes, Mentions of Trauma, Manipulative Behavior, Toxic Beahavior, Mentions and Use of Substances, Will add on as needed~

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ pairing: DabixProhero!Reader/Fem!Reader & HawksxProhero!Reader/Fem!Reader

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ genre: Social Media!AU, Smut, Crack, Fluff, Whole Lotta Chaos Prolly

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ a/n: i have been incredibly uninspired to write anything lately but the dabi brainrot has been strong and i thought i’d pick this smau back up bc it’s the only thing i’ve actually been able to write for. i’m extremely excited to bring it back and to be writing for it once again. i will be using the previous taglist for this smau so if you would like to be removed or added pls feel free to let me know. i will also be taking off any of the urls that may not be working unless i know for sure the url changes. disclaimer: i am the original author of this series

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ the pros | the league *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ previous episodes

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ep. 15: pouting

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ep. 16: birb man

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ep. 17: no faith

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ep. 18: safehouse

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ep. 19: menace

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ep. 20: coming soon…

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PAPER MEN ✄ BOWERS GANG MASTERPOST

SUMMARY: All Evelyn Tozier wanted to do was make Derry High School a safer place for her kid brother. Well, somewhere between kissing Patrick Hockstetter and telling the principal to go f*** himself, things got a little off track. Now she’s stuck in the middle of a bizarre love triangle with two of Derry’s most troubled teens while her little brother and his friends hunt down a creepy, child-eating circus clown. This year, summer can’t come fast enough. PAIRINGS: Henry Bowers x Tozier!Sister; Patrick Hockstetter x Tozier!Sister WARNINGS: violence, profanity, sexual content (not smut), bullying, physical abuse, sexual abuse, emotional abuse, all kinds of abuse, trauma, mental illness, implied/referenced suicide, child death, angst, lots of angst, recreational drug use, underage drinking, love triangles, unrequited love, toxic relationships, slow burn, slow build CHAPTERS: 26/? UPDATES: Monthly AVG. CHAPTER LENGTH: 5,000 words

☆ Also Available on Wattpad and AO3 ☆ I highly recommend reading it on one of these sites because I’m constantly making minor edits and these are the most up-to-date versions. Plus, all the formatting just translates better.

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CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 18

CHAPTER 19

CHAPTER 20

CHAPTER 21

CHAPTER 22

CHAPTER 23

CHAPTER 24

CHAPTER 25

CHAPTER 26

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Blues, Pinks, and Daddy Kinks

NSFW, 18+ ONLY, Minors DNI You know how to please Shigaraki. It’s something you’re good at, something you’ve set your sights on, but Dabi falls hard for what he sees in the interim. Dabi x F!Reader, Shigaraki x F!Reader Word count: 16K - Contrary to the title, Dabi does NOT have a daddy kink. (Shigaraki does, though.)

Warnings: Voyeurism, Cockwarming, Cheating, Sex work (?), Cuckolding (?), Oral (giving and receiving), Daddy Kink, Infantilization (?), (mild) Degradation (?), Fluff, Angst,

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Freaky Friday - Part Two

Read part one here

Pairing: Bakugou x reader, Izuku x reader

Word count: 6.2k

Warnings: cheating/physical & emotional infidelity, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, dacryphilia, emotional sex, nipple play (f), praise kink, biting, back-to-back orgasms, marking, unprotected sex, creampie, heartbreak

Notes: There will be a part three to wrap things up. If you'd like to join the tag list, please click here. Special thanks to @kingkatsuki & @arvandus for letting me pick their brains and sharing some of your juicy ideas with me 💜

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It was hardly light out when you woke, a faint pink light barely visible peeking out from behind the curtains when you felt your body being shifted, shuffled off of the warm torso that you’d been peacefully curled up into.

“Mmhm. ‘Course I love you, puppy,” Izuku murmured, turning away from you in the large bed.

It had to be Izuku. You had no way of knowing if Katsuki ever talked in his sleep, but you were certain that he’d never willingly refer to you that way. They must have switched back. Your husband was back where he belonged; he was home safe and sound and things could carry on as normal. That was a good thing, right?

Why was your gut reaction disappointment? Sure, you’d had your fair share of marital problems recently, but that was just a normal part of any marriage. There were highs and lows to any relationship. You were just in a low right now. Things would get better. They would feel the same as they used to again. They’d feel like—

Like last night.

You sat up, feeling much more alone than you did last night, despite the presence beside you. It was a far cry from the way you’d felt mere hours ago, how you’d drifted to sleep. Wrapped up tight against the chest of someone who made you feel special for the first time in far too long.

Well, perhaps not his actual chest, but he was the one holding you. The one ghosting his lips across your scalp, leaving behind the softest kisses after he thought you’d already fallen asleep. Whispering about how he wished he had the courage to tell you how he really felt.

Your heart pounded at the thought, a blush creeping up your cheeks as you glanced at the mess of green curls sinking into the pillow beside you. Izuku was still fast asleep, snoring quietly. Katsuki was likely at home in his own bed. Maybe he’d be awake already, maybe you could call him.

But should you? Should you even acknowledge what happened? You hadn’t really discussed that part. Surely, you couldn’t see him again and pretend like you hadn’t done what you did. Hadn’t revealed such intimate parts of your body and soul to him.

Seeing him again. That was a truly wonderful and terrible idea. You could slip out of bed right now and see him again if you wanted to and it was impossible to deny that you did. Izuku slept like the dead; it would be plenty easy enough to roll out of bed and slip out of the house before he woke. He likely wouldn’t be awake for a while anyway, whereas Katsuki was always an early riser.

You refused to acknowledge how quickly you were able to make the decision that put you where you were now, standing outside of Katsuki’s apartment, the sash on your wrap dress so loosely tied that it almost came undone on the way up here. Hopefully, he’d appreciate the little surprise that you had for him underneath.

You swallowed the guilt that lingered and lifted your left hand, which looked foreign without the diamond on your fourth digit, to rap on the door. His gruff, grumbling voice carried faintly through the door as you heard his heavy footsteps approach. It sent a tingle up your spine that you hadn’t realized you’d been missing for so long.

The door swung open and if you’d had any lingering reservations about what you were about to do, they were gone now. Vanquished by the starstruck look on his face, the contours of his abs which trailed into the cut v shape that tucked into his precariously low sweats.

Your eyes meet and a jolt of electricity strikes your chest; you can’t turn back now. So you carry on, undoing the sash around your waist to pull your dress wide open for his eyes only, trusting him not to push you away, rushing forward and stumbling into whatever this is about to be, hoping that he’ll catch you.

“Did you miss me?”

He blinks, red eyes fluttering before he glances around the hallway and wraps an arm around your exposed waist, pulling you inside and swinging the door shut behind you.

“What are you doing here?” It comes out wrong, too abrasive and he suddenly realizes why you would’ve thought that he hated you in college.

But why is he even asking? He wants you here, right here. Pulled tight against his chest, smiling up at him the way you are now, like he’s never done a thing wrong in your eyes.

“I missed you,” you breathe, pressing your hands to his bare torso, running them up to his trapezius, giving it a gentle squeeze that has him relaxing into your touch, the tension melting from his features. “I was too afraid to tell you last night that I would, but I did miss you this morning.” Your warm smile almost soothes the ache he feels knowing that he’s not really the one you should be missing. “I just wanted to be in your arms again. Your actual arms this time,” you tilt your head back, searching his vermillion gaze while you ghost your fingertips along his arms, pulling both of them tighter around you.

“Y/n, what about—”

“Please, don’t say his name,” you whisper, the pads of your fingers tightening around his biceps. “Please, Katsuki. I just—I want to know,” you bring a hand to his torso, slowly tracing half of a heart over his own before you look up at him, eyes shining brighter than any star he’s ever seen. “I have to know what it’s like with you. I want you, Katsuki.”

He holds your gaze, folding his arm behind you to pull you flush against him while his hand comes to rest atop yours on his chest. It feels like his heart is in his throat and he doesn’t know whether to pour it out to you or swallow it back down.

“Are you sure that this is what you want?” He searches your face for any sign of hesitation, “Last night was one thing, but this,” he sighs, closing his eyes before pained red eyes meet yours again. “Baby, this is different in a lot of ways.” His hand cups your face, thumb swiping over your cheek as he tilts your chin up and leans in closer. “It’s different for me.”

“I know,” you reassure him, nodding your understanding. “It’s different for me too.”

“I don’t know if you mean what I mean, princess,” he smiles wistfully, his fingers pushing into your hair to cradle the back of your head.

“If I’m being honest, I don’t either, but I know that I want to find out,” you can see the bargaining happening behind his eyes as you stare up at him, your hands encircling his neck. “I don’t wanna hurt you though, Katsuki. I won’t do this at your expense.”

Your fingers brush over the buzzed hair of the undercut at the nape of his neck and his forehead comes to rest against yours as he lets out a soft chuckle.

“You’ve made it real difficult to turn you away with your choice of attire, y’know that?”

“I’m sorry,” your face burns, a shy smile tugging at the corners of your lip. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“You showin’ up here surprised me plenty,” he lifts his forehead from yours, the grin on his face faltering. “You know he’s lookin’ for you, right?”

“He’s awake?” You tear away from him, letting your hands linger on his chest. “I didn’t think he’d be up for at least a couple of hours.”

“Been blowin’ up my phone all mornin’, sweetheart. S’only a matter of time before he shows up here.”

A sigh escapes you, your head dropping back as you move to pull away, but he’s reluctant to let you, his hold slowly loosening to allow you to take a step away and pace in front of him.

“Not unless,” you take one last step before turning to face him. “You tell him you’re not here.” You cross back over to him, resting your hands on his abdomen, “He’s gonna assume I came here and I can tell him that I did, but when I realized that you weren’t home, I left. He never has to know we saw each other this morning.”

He exhales, dragging a hand along the length of his face, “You’re not planning on telling him what happened last night then either.” You look up at him sadly, shaking your head and he nods thoughtfully in response.

“Kats—” you run your hands up his chest and he stops you, lifting your hands off of him, assumably to pull away, but he does the opposite, pushing your dress off of your shoulders and letting it slink to the floor before he grabs your wrist and tugs you back to him, eager lips crashing into yours before you know what’s hit you.

Your hands find their way into his hair, knitting into the roots of his blonde locks as he lifts you, carrying you down the hall while his tongue explores your mouth with a ferocity that surpasses even the venture it took last night.

“Katsuki,” you pant, dizzy from the sudden whirlwind as he lays you down in his bed. “I meant what I said, I know this is selfish of me,” you prop yourself up on your elbows, watching him as he lumbers over you, crawling atop your prone form. “I don’t want to hurt you. I can leave and we can just forget that anything ever happened between us.”

“S’too late for that, princess. Besides,” he lets his lips brush against yours as he speaks before capturing them in another passionate kiss. “I never wanna forget a single second I’ve spent with you.”

His hands reach around to unclasp your bra, pulling it away from your chest as he sits back to kneel between your legs, marveling at your form as his hands skim along your thighs.

“Katsuki,” your voice is quieter, more uncertain than ever, but the way his name sounds falling off of your lips has him in a vice grip all the same.

He leans forward again, kissing you with a greater sense of urgency as he slips his fingers into the waistband of your panties to work them over your hips.

“Keep sayin’ my name, baby” he speaks against your lips, almost pleading with you. “Just keep sayin’ it for me and I’ll take care of everything else, okay?”

He’s breathless when he pulls away again, lustful red eyes searing into yours as he kneels again, slipping your panties off completely as you nod in compliance.

“Yes,” you prop yourself up further, brows knitting together as he lays on his stomach, his lips finding purchase on your inner thigh.

Warm, wet kisses are laid across your sensitive skin, pulling moan after moan from you as his lips inch their way closer to your core. You can feel yourself clenching involuntarily and he can feel it too, muscles tensing beneath his fingers as he spreads you open further, hands pressing into the innermost part of your thighs to part you, leaving you completely splayed open for him.

“Fuck,” he growls, baring his teeth against the lips of your pussy before slipping his hot tongue between your folds. “Knew you would taste fucking delicious.”

The sight is too sinful to behold, his intense gaze locking with yours as his nose nuzzles against your clit, his tongue slipping inside of you. You fall back into the mattress, threading your fingers through your hair, trying to keep still, but you don’t need to put in much effort. His huge hands slid up the inside of your thighs, pressing down on the inside of your knees to ensure that you can’t get very far from him when you squirm.

“Katsuki, oh my God,” you whimper, bucking your hips, grinding against his face as his smirk grows.

“Feels real good, don’t it, princess?” He sucks your swollen clit gently before letting it go with a soft popping noise. “You’re gonna cum for me, aren’tcha?” He releases one of your knees, slipping two fingers inside of you, reveling in how you arch and keen for him with an ever-increasing sense of pride. “Sure fuckin’ feels like it with how you’re clampin’ down on me. What’re you waitin for, babygirl? I’m gonna make you cum more than once today, I promise.”

His tongue returns to assaulting your puffy clit, toying with it in just the right way to have you losing your mind. Just when you're about to fall apart, his fingers leave your heat to slip beneath your thighs and immediately you close them around his head, too lost in the way his tongue feels inside you to miss the stretch of his thick digits. His only response is to double down, a feral groan leaving his chest as he buries his face in your cunt, tongue-fucking you while he reaches over your hip to rub your clit in tight circles with his thumb.

“Katsuki, oh—oh fuck. I-I’m gonna cum! Katsuki!” You cry out over the lewd slurping noises he’s making between your legs, gushing around his mouth as he eagerly laps up the juices, red eyes glinting and fixed squarely on you, relishing in the ecstasy he’s able to send you into.

“So fuckin’ pretty when you cum, y’know that?” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, swiping away the fluid dripping from his chin with his thumb as he climbs over you again. “No matter what you do,” he lowers himself down, laying beside you as he props himself up on an elbow, dragging his fingertips along your sides, making you shiver. He grins, chuckling softly, watching the dopey, blissed out smile spread across your lips as you turn towards him. “You just look so beautiful.”

He tucks his arm beneath you, pulling you closer to him, his knuckles brushing against your jaw as you stare into each other’s eyes in comfortable silence. There’s been plenty going through his mind. Plenty going through yours. But in this moment it feels safe to take a step back from the gravity of what you’ve just done to just be.

Your head’s still swimming, the guilt temporarily drowned out by the sea of pleasure you’re floating along in. All you see is red, your new favorite color. Kind crimson irises that can’t seem to tear away from your face, narrowing as an affectionate grin turns up the corners of his mouth.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you whisper, resting your arm over his waist as you curl in closer to him, tucking your head into his broad chest.

“Like what?” His voice is pillow soft as his arm envelops you, hand resting on the back of your head to smooth your hair while his lips press to your temple.

“You know what,” you nuzzle into his chest, inhaling his scent, holding it in your lungs. Mahogany and something sweet.

“Like you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on?” He murmurs into your hair, tightening his hold on you as he presses another kiss to the crown of your head. “Too bad, princess. You are.”

“Who are you?” You smile against his collarbone, giggling quietly as you cock your head back to look at him.

“What? You prefer when I’m mean?” His brow quirks, playfulness evident in his expression as his hand slides over your back to rest at the base of your spine.

“Depends, I guess,” you chew on the inside of your lip, dragging a finger along his clavicle, watching the motion you make and missing the way his eyes shine as he studies your face. “I liked last night,” you shrug, “Didn’t like you being a dick all through school,” he rolls his eyes exaggeratedly as you laugh.

“I’m never gonna hear the end of that now, am I?” He tucks his index finger beneath your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze and you can’t keep a straight face, giggling as you give your head a little shake.

“No, I don’t think that you will,” you lean in closer. “Should’ve known you were a pigtail-puller.”

“Oh, you have no idea, princess,” he smirks, his chest rumbling with a clement chuckle. “If you need someone to pull your pigtails, I’m your man.” He leans in closer, nearly brushing his lips with yours, his quirking up when he hears your breath hitch just before they collide, but only barely, only for a moment. “But I’d rather spend the morning trying to make that up to you,” his warm fingertips run along your temple, brushing against the lobe of your ear as they travel on, along your jaw, to your neck. “If you’ll let me.”

You swallow, your throat dry as you nod feebly, “Please.”

His lips are on yours again, impassioned and amorous. A heedful hand grips your waist, rolling you onto your back as his tongue slips between your lips, his hand roving the curve of your hip, gliding over your thigh until his digits are once again agonizingly close to your center. You shimmy your hips in anticipation and both of you smile against one another’s mouths as they meld together like they were always destined to meet in this way.

It’s perfect. It feels innocent, despite being anything but. There’s a current in the air reminiscent of the facade of youth. Lulling you both into a space where time doesn’t pass, where nothing can hurt you, where nothing ever really goes wrong.

Until it does.

The sharp ring of his phone, accompanied by the incessant buzzing in his sweatpants pocket, startles the both of you out of the pleasant reverie, grounding you back into a reality where actions have consequences.

“‘Course it’s fuckin’ him,” he gripes as he stares at the caller ID, silencing the ringer and getting ready to launch the phone away.

“Wait!” You seize his wrist, “Answer it. Tell him you’re not here, otherwise he might actually show up.”

He sighs, his cheeks expanding as he lets out a long breath, “Okay,” he nods, reluctantly swiping across the screen to answer as he sits up in the bed. “Hello?”

He rests his elbows on his knees as he bends them, listening to the frantic sounding voice that you can just barely hear coming through the phone as you sit up beside him.

Katsuki turns his head, offering you a gentle smile as he scoots back to lean against the headboard while Deku’s voice drones on. He curls his fingers, beckoning you to sit between his legs and you oblige, crawling over and turning around to settle back against his chest while his free arm snakes around your waist.

You rest your head back against the shoulder furthest from the ear his phone is pressed to, closing your eyes, trying to focus on anything but the noise of your husband clamoring about where you might be.

A jolt runs through you, your eyes blowing wide as three fingers press against your slit, the two on the outside separating to part you, so that the middle digit can slip inside your soaked hole.

“No, man, I haven’t seen her,” he lies as effortlessly as he’s able to thrust his middle finger in and out of you. Your abdomen tightens, hands fisting into the sheets as you try to hold off the noises creeping up your throat. “I’m not at home, but I can give her a call.”

“She’s not picking up her phone.” Deku sighs, “I’m about to go out and look for her. Did anything happen last night?”

“Like what?” He’s a great actor, sounding so interested in the conversation he’s having when his focus is entirely fixated on watching another digit disappear inside of you.

“Look, I don’t know if you saw my texts, but things haven’t been..ideal at home. Was she upset last night?”

“Trouble with the missus, huh?” He scoffs, pumping his fingers faster, watching your face contort as it grows more and more difficult to bite back your moans. “No, she seemed fine last night. Told her I was tired when I got there and took a shower. Hopped straight into bed. Nothin’ happened.”

Deku sighs with relief, “Thank God. Okay, but then I don’t have any idea why she would have left. I’m gonna keep calling, I guess. You’ll let me know if you hear from her?”

“‘Course,” he promises, grinding the heel of his hand against your clit, watching with delight as you arch into his touch, bucking your hips in search of more. “If I hear anything from her, you’ll be the first to know.”

You bite down hard on your lip, tears welling in your eyes as you whiteknuckle the sheets, rolling your hips in tandem with his ministrations. He could make you cum right now and he knows it, but he has mercy, slowing his pace as he wraps up the call.

“Thanks, Kacchan. Glad I can always count on you.” Click.

He tosses the phone aside, devoting the rest of his attention to you, bringing a hand to your breast to roll your nipple between his fingers as his lips attach to your neck, sucking and sinking his teeth in now and then as he works you steadily towards your release. You finally let out all the cacophony of sound that you were holding back, moaning, whining, and keening in earnest as you writhe between his legs, pressing your back to his chest, your eyes snapping shut as you’re brought right up to the edge.

“C’mon, baby,” he rasps in your ear, tugging on your lobe. “Ya wanna cum for me again, don’tcha? Gotta get you ready for what’s next.”

You cry out, hips still thrashing as it hits you. He growls into the crook of your neck, cautiously sinking his teeth in as his palm continues to grind against your sensitive clit.

“Katsuki—hngg, Katsuki, t-too much!” You whine, but he doesn’t heed your words; he just keeps going.

“You can do it, sweetheart. One more, just for me,” he’s whispering against your cheek, pressing his forehead to your temple while his fingers leave your still pulsing walls to draw quick circles on your clit, threatening to throw you right off the cliff again. “I know you can do it, baby. Give me one more. Scream my name one more time.”

“Fu—oh, oh.” Your eyes roll back, every muscle in your body tenses, draws up tight as you climb higher and higher. “Kats, oh shit,” you pant, chest heaving, tears falling freely as you’re tumbling over the edge yet again. “Katsuki!”

This time he relents, lifting his hand away from your overworked bundle of nerves to hold you loosely in his arms as you unwind, practically vibrating in his arms as the shock of your orgasm works through you.

“Good girl,” he speaks softly, pressing a kiss behind your ear, keeping his touch featherlight as he folds his arms around you, pulling you snug against his chest.

You hum quietly, tucking yourself under his chin, “You’re still a bully.”

“Because I made you cum twice in thirty seconds?” Your cheek reverberates against his chest as it erupts with humble laughter and you try to bury your shy grin in his chest.

“Yes,” you pull back, cheeks still flushed as you lock eyes with him. “Guess it could be worse.”

“Can I have the chance to make it better?” His eyes fall to your lips, homing in on them as he lays you down and leans over you.

You nod, reaching up to slip your hand behind his neck, pulling him in until your lips meet. He shifts, kissing you deeply, his impressively hard erection brushing against your knee as he maneuvers himself out of his sweats, kicking them off as he crawls between your legs.

He pulls away from the kiss, reaching out to the nightstand beside the bed and you shake your head, pulling his attention back to you.

“Nuh-uh,” you grin, kissing him deeply and speaking against his lips, “You don’t need one of those. I wanna feel you this time. Wanna feel all of you, Katsuki, please..”

He groans his reply, smile widening against yours as he cups your face in his hand, settling between your spread legs, the pre leaking from his tip sliding against your inner thigh.

“You ready?” He draws his hips forward, the head of his cock pressing between your folds as he kisses along your jaw while his hands rest atop the inside of your arms, pinning them beside your head.

“Yes,” you breathe, shifting your hips forward as he pushes inside, “Katsuki,” you moan his name, savoring the delicious way that he fills you up.

“Say it again,” his nose touches yours, lips grazing one another’s as he slides his hand up the inside of your forearm to interlace your fingers with his while the other cradles your head.

“Katsuki,” you whisper, repeating his name as if it’s something sacred, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze that he returns as you fold your arm around him.

He rolls his hips slowly, looking down at the junction of your bodies before peering into your eyes, opening his mouth to speak, but he thinks better of it, letting out a wanton groan as he rests his forehead against yours.

“Katsuki,” you repeat again. Louder and needier.

“Y/n,” he groans your name with the same intonation, a much lower, drawn out sound as he tucks his face in the crook of your neck. “Again,” he whispers, littering kisses along your neck and collarbone as he thrusts deeper, picking up the pace but maintaining his sensuous movements, carefully carving out a place for himself within your walls.

“Katsuki,” your voice pitches up as your nails find purchase in his shoulder blade. “Katsuki, you feel so good. So fucking good inside me,” your breath shallows, walls contracting around him as that familiar pressure builds deep inside your belly. “Please don’t stop,” you beg, feeling him growing impossibly harder inside of you as the words leave your tongue. “Please never stop. Want you,” you dig your nails in, clutching to him as his forehead drops against your shoulder, his thrusts picking up again, ushering you towards your end. “Katsuki, I need you.”

That does it for the both of you. He snaps his hips faster, his steady rhythm stuttering as he curses under his breath and pours his essence inside of you just as you wail, squeezing his hand tight while you break for him one last time, fragile sobs escaping your kiss-bitten lips.

He makes no move to leave this embrace, to leave you. If he could will time to stop, he would, because he’s afraid his next move will put you one step closer to walking out the door.

Instead, he just lays there, resting his head on your chest, sighing in elation as you card your fingers through his hair, lifting your head to leave a purposeful kiss to his forehead.

Time passes, though you hardly notice, choosing to lay together in comfortable silence as you draw absent circles on his scarred back while his thumb soothes the palm of your hand. He keeps telling himself five more minutes. Just five more minutes of this. But five minutes passes and passes again. Neither of you make a move to untangle yourselves until you reluctantly break the tenuous sense of peace.

“We can’t lie here forever,” you place your hand on the back of his neck, pulling the other free from his grasp.

Something prods at his insides. He’s losing you again and he knows it.

“I know,” he admits, closing his eyes, soaking up the last seconds of bliss. Etching this feeling into his soul. Your gentle touch caressing his neck, the beat of your heart in his ear, your soft skin beneath his cheek.

He sits up, allowing you to do the same, watching as you move to the edge of the bed and pause, like you’re mulling over your next movement.

“I uh,” you turn towards him and pause again, looking like a deer in the headlights before you stand in a hurry. “I should probably call him before he has a task force out looking for me.”

“Yeah,” he nods, watching you dress with a melancholy smile. He stands, pulling his sweats back on while you scroll through your phone.

“Hey, hey,” you put on a smile, speaking sweetly into the phone pressed to your ear. “No, I’m okay, baby. I’m on my way home.”

Your husband sighs with relief, “Where have you been? I’ve been trying to get ahold of you all morning. I was worried sick.”

“I know, baby, I’m so sorry, I just wasn’t in a good headspace to talk about it, but we can talk when I get home, okay?”

“Is something wrong? Did something happen? Was it something I did?” He’s frantic, no doubt running through the worst case scenarios.

If only he knew. A sick feeling bubbles up in your gut, reaching up and tugging on something in your chest.

“We can talk about it when I get home, baby.”

“Okay. I love you, baby. I love you so, so much. You know that, right?”

You close your eyes, swallowing hard before you reply, unaware of the vermilion eyes watching the way you hesitate to reply, “I know. I love you too.”

You end the call and slip your phone into the pocket of your dress, adjusting the tie around your waist as Katsuki saunters over to you, hands shoved in his pockets, his eyes focused on the floorboards.

“You’re going to talk to him?” He dares to glance at you, surprised to find you smiling at him.

“Yeah,” you step forward, reaching a hand towards him, which he takes, gingerly pulling you closer.

“About what?”

“Us,” you look up at him cautiously, “I wanna tell him. About last night, about this morning.” The corner of his mouth draws up into a half smile as he holds your face in both hands.

“About us?” The phrase sounds strange, but he adores it. His heart skips a beat as he watches your eyes light up at his excitement.

“Yes,” you nod, wrapping your hands around his wrists. “Yes, about us, Katsuki. If that’s alright with you.”

“It’s more than alright with me, princess,” he beams, leaning in and kissing you passionately, his hands leaving your face to press against the small of your back as he pulls you against him, your arms wrapping around his neck.

“I do have to leave though,” you giggle softly as you finally part. “I’ll be back, okay?”

“Promise me.”

“I promise,” you lean in, placing another slow kiss to his lips as you run your hands over his chest. “I’ll come back to you, okay?”

“Okay,” he smiles softly, releasing you from his grasp and walking you to the door, giving you one last kiss before he watches you walk away.

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“Y/n? Is that you?” Izuku flies around the corner, shoulders heaving with relief as he runs to you, lifting you into a hug as he spins you around, your arms wrapping around his neck. “I missed you so much. I was so scared when I woke up and I couldn’t find you. Where did you go?”

“I just needed some time,” you offer him a wary smile as he sets you down and his brow furrows with worry.

“Time for what?” He holds you at arms length and you pull away, taking his hand to lead him to the living room.

“I think we need to talk, Izuku.” You angle yourself towards him as you both sit, holding his hands as much for your own comfort as for his while you prepare your confession. “I know that sex isn’t the only thing in a relationship, but intimacy is a big piece of the puzzle for me and last night was the first time that I’d even been touched in months. I—”

“I know,” he cuts you off too quickly, too eager to stop whatever was going to come out of your mouth next. He knew? How could he know?

“You know..?” You coax him, narrowing your eyes in his direction. He takes both your hands in his, emerald eyes glimmering with apology.

“I know that it had been a long, long time, puppy. I know that I haven’t been very attentive to your needs, but I’m going to try, okay?” He smiles, massaging the back of your hand with his thumb as he searches your stunned gaze. “I think last night was a really great turning point for us. Don’t you?”

“Uh,” you shake your head briefly in confusion, “Yeah," you nod, "Yeah, it was nice to..be with you like that, again.”

“It was,” he agrees, as if he were there. Your mind reels, was he serious? Was he just going to run with this? “I already contacted a therapist that I think you’ll like.” He wasn’t just running; he was sprinting. “I want this to work, baby. I never want to lose you and I know that I haven’t proven that to you recently.”

“Izuku,” your eyes water, a lump appears in your throat and renders you speechless.

“It’s gonna be okay, I promise,” he cups your face in his hand, wiping away a tear. “I’m gonna figure this out for us, I swear. I know that there’s no me without you, baby.” He smiles softly, resting his forehead against yours, pulling your hand to his chest. “I’m going to be the husband that you deserve and you deserve so much more than what I’ve given you lately. Work’s no excuse for me to have treated you the way that I have and I know that.”

You swallow the lump, closing your eyes as you lift your forehead from his.“Th-therapy? You really think that’s necessary?”

“I do,” he smiles wistfully. “I’m willing to try anything to keep you right here with me. Right where you belong. I don’t ever want you to feel like you're not the most important thing in my life, because you are, baby. You are. I have a lot of work to do to prove that to you all over again, but I’m going to do it. Please believe me when I say that I will.”

“O-okay,” you nod, sniffling as he wipes more of your tears away, his own beginning to drift down his freckled cheeks when he pulls you into a tight embrace, folding his arms around you like he knew exactly how close he was to losing you for good.

“I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too, Izuku.” You cling to him, squeezing him tight as a new brand of guilt tugs at your torn heart. “I uhm, I-I need to go grab a shower. We can talk more after.” You pull away, smiling sadly as you stand and he follows suit.

“Yeah,” he nods, “I’ll go fix us something to eat. Take your time, okay, baby?”

“Okay,” you hurry out of the room, digging into your pocket to call Katsuki when you hear Izuku speaking quietly in the kitchen, too quiet for you to hear until you get closer, tip-toeing to the edge of the wall that divides the kitchen from the dining room.

“No, no, I’m really not mad. I’m not upset at all, Kacchan,” he exhales gleefully. “I think you actually just saved my marriage.”

You close your eyes, letting your head fall back against the wall as you lean against it, cursing yourself as fresh tears slip over your cheeks. You pull away from the wall, silently padding towards your bedroom, pulling up Katsuki’s contact through blurry eyes.

“Please, pick up,” you pray, sitting on the bench in front of your bed, clutching to the fabric as you hope that he’ll answer.

“Are you coming back?” His voice is strained, wavering. He’s crying.

“Katsuki..” you sob, feeling all of the air escaping your lungs.

“Are you coming back to me or are you staying with him?” You can hear how he’s speaking through gritted teeth, trying to bolster the shaky quality of his voice.

“He’s my husband,” you choke out. “He said he’s going to try and he sounds serious about it. I-I don’t know if I can just walk away if there’s a chance that we can make it,” the line clicks before you finish. “Through this..”

Glass shatters, splinters of the cell phone he’s launched from his grasp go flying when it hits the wall of Katsuki’s apartment as he squats down, holding his head in his hands while the first sob that he lets pass through him wracks his body.

Thank you for reading! Please leave a like, comment, and/or reblog if you enjoyed 💜 I promise that I believe in happy endings <3 sorry if I stomped on your heart this time; I'll make it up in the next one.

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Make A Deal | 2 | E.M

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader, Jason Carver x Reader, Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham, Jason x Chrissy

Synopsis: after the events that unfolded in Eddie’s trailer, there’s one more person to confront.

Warnings: angst, mentions of drugs

A/N: again, I haven’t proofread this so I apologise for any grammar or mistakes in general. I will be going back over these and editing them at some point.

Part One

As soon as you leave Eddie’s trailer you break down. Jason holds you in his arms tightly and tries to comfort you, stroking your hair and kissing you on the top of your head as he shushes you. Your knees go weak and buckle but Jason manages to catch you before you fall, his hands snake underneath your legs and picks you up bridal style. You wrap your arms around his neck and nuzzle your face into his chest, still sobbing as Jason carries you to his car.

You had slept over at Jason’s that night. You phoned your parents from his place to let them know that you were staying with a friend, you really didn’t want to be alone with your thoughts. You had never expected Jason Carver to be such a sweetheart; he had cooked you food, ran you a bath, gave you some spare clothes to wear, let you sob in his chest as he hugged you tightly, and even let you share his bed with him. He didn’t complain once about how you clung onto him all night, not even when the heat radiated from your body. He just wanted to comfort you and you were eternally grateful.

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dude i need more angsty fights with eddie ps ur writing is very swaggy

thank you love, i hope this meets your needs lol

you’re the reason / eddie munson

part two , part three

cw: cursing, fighting, name calling, violence, blood, no happy ending

you never wanted the night to end like this, but sometimes his insecurities ruin everything.

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the car ride home from the bar was torturously quiet. eddie had been silent since they finished their set and you couldn’t figure out why. you thought maybe he was just stressed or had messed up his throat when singing again, but when he slammed the van door and didn’t talk to you as he stormed inside you knew he was pissed. you rolled your eyes and braced yourself before following him in. as expected, he was popping open a beer bottle and shoving it to his lips as you opened the door.

“eddie,” you said calmly, trying to get his attention. he ignored you and walked over to the couch to sit down. “eddie, what is up with you?” you ask, sighing slightly. you make your way to the living room slowly, watching eddie eye you then look away.

“do you even care? or are you just looking for another excuse to fight with me?” he asks bluntly, taking another swig.

you look at him in slight shock. what the hell? “what do you mean?” you ask, crossing your arms in a defensive manner. you hadn’t done anything.

eddie grunts, still refusing to look at you. “we fight constantly. it’s like one wrong breath around you and you’re at my throat again,” he sneers.

you’re taken aback by his attitude. he was right, you guys did fight a lot yeah, but it wasn’t all on you. “i don’t think you’re being fair, eddie. you start shit too, just how you are right now,” you say causing him to roll his eyes.

“this is your fault,” he says, his knuckles turning white around the beer bottle.

you scoff, walking to instead stand in front of him. “is it? please enlighten me on how i’ve pissed you off this time,” you say.

eddie bites the inside of his cheek, nostrils flaring. “are you just gonna act like you weren’t flirting with the bartender? right in front of me? while i played your song?” he asks, cocking his head to the side.

your jaw drops. “are you fucking kidding me, eddie? i was not flirting with the ugly ass bartender!” you defend yourself, hands flying.

“then what were you talking to him about? he seemed pretty fucking insterested!” he boomed, rising to his feet to tower over you.

you let out a little scream of frustration behind gritted teeth. “we were talking about you, asshole! you and the band!” you say, rage beginning to bubble over.

“bullshit,” he drags.

“why don’t you believe me?” you ask seriously.

eddie rolls his eyes. “i don’t know, maybe because everyone in this damn town knows you’re a whore?” he questions rhetorically.

you gasp, shoving him but he doesn’t move. “that’s not true anymore, ever since we started talking it’s only been you!” you yell, jabbing a finger into his chest. “how could you even think i’d cheat on you?” you ask angrily.

“so what? im just supposed to ignore the way you and harrington act around each other? aren’t you the one who told me you’d fuck him?” eddie keeps going, his voice raising.

you feel tears building behind your eyes, you always cried when you were angry. “that’s not what i said and you know it!” you yell.

“right, right, and those fuck me eyes you give him? nothing right?” he laughs humorlessly.

your lip quivers in rage as the first tears start to fall. “i don’t want steve, eddie. i only want you! i tell you i love you everyday and i do everything i can to be a good girlfriend. what did i do to make you think i’d do anything like that to you?” you ask, your vision becoming blurry.

“stop fucking crying, you know i hate when you cry it’s so annoying,” he huffs, looking away from you.

you feel your heart crack at his words. “you- you did this!” you yell in his face, your fists now shaking with rage.

“oh, so now you wanna play the victim? great,” eddie taunts.

you turn around, screaming in annoyance as you take a few steps to put distance between you two. “i didn’t do anything!” you cry out, hands covering your face.

“yes, you did! you’re the reason we’re having this damn fight, you’re always the fucking reason!” eddie screams, his breathing becoming uneven. you cry, still not knowing what you did.

you shake your head, knowing you don’t deserve this. “you’re fucking psychotic, eddie! you’re delusional!” you scream at him in a heartbroken voice, your voice cracking.

eddie’s eyes turn into a sharp glare. “what did you just say?” he asks, his voice deadly low.

“you’re a fucking psycho!” you scream at him, choking on your words. your eyes widen as his arm raises, and you barely duck in time as the beer bottle goes whizzing past about a foot to the side of where your head was. it shatters on the wall behind you as you fall to your knees with your hands covering your head, screaming in fear. you stay low to the ground, sobbing as the beer drips down the wall behind you.

eddie freezes up, taking in the sight of you cowering on the ground as sobs leave your body. he glances at the wall behind you, seeing the marks of beer dripping and the broken glass on the ground. he didn’t aim for you, but he also wasn’t thinking. that bottle could’ve hit you. he takes a step closer to you as guilt flood through his body.

you see his boots come into view and you fall onto your butt, scrambling back a bit. you were scared of him. “no,” you cry, shaking your head at him.

“y/n…” he says broken heartedly. he saw it on your face, you were terrified. he tried taking another step towards you slowly, but you backed up more.

your hands landed in the glass of the broken bottle, causing you to cry out as it pierced the soft skin of your hands. you held them out in front of you, watching the small drops of blood start to form scattered across your palms. “y/n!” eddie said with a gasp, falling to his knees in front of you and reaching out for you.

“don’t touch me!” you screamed in his face, twisting your body away from him. eddie face dropped as you did so, feeling his heart fall into his stomach.

he searched your face for the anger, but all that was left was fear. “baby, just let me help you get the glass out,” he begged, reaching for you again.

“no!” you screamed, throwing yourself to the side. “don’t fucking touch me,” you cried, scrambling up on to your feet. eddie was quick to follow you, tears gathering in his eyes as he took note of the blood on your legs as well.

“y/n, baby, please calm down. i won’t hurt you, baby, i love you,” he begs, trying to carefully approach you.

you shake your head sobbing. “get away from me,” you say, backing your way towards the door. he gulped, his heart breaking in two as he saw you were heading for the door.

he shook his head, wanting so badly to take back his actions. he should’ve never let his insecurities take over him, but they always did. “y/n, please don’t leave,” he whispers. but you just shake your head at him, and then turn away and bolt for the door. “y/n, please! i'm sorry,” he calls, running after you. you run down the steps quickly, and over towards max’s trailer.

eddie stops in his doorway, watching you run from him. “damnit,” he cusses, kicking the door frame. he watches max let you in, her glaring his way before slamming the door shut. eddie closes his door before sliding down it, tangling his fingers in his hair and pulling as he sobs over losing you.

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Me: Liking men that are unhealthy for my mental health.

People: What’s your type?

Me: Oh, I like problematic, manipulative and psychotic men who project their repressed trauma to other people. Basically toxic men who will ruin my life.

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Hey, could I request a canon-verse story?

Levi and his girlfriend just got together so he‘s still kinda shy and stutters a lot around her

Please and thank you!

Have a nice day<333

Oh, yes. Muhahaha! Cute Levi yes! You got it <3

I can't control my heart.

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Canon world, romance, love, new couple, sweet, fluff, adorable Levi, stuttering Levi, shy Levi, cute couple, learning about love.

Concept: Levi has never been in a relationship before or been in love, so falling for you hard and dating you is double new things for him. He stumbles with his words, struggles to compliment you and start anything romantic. He's fighting himself all the time because he badly wants to love you, but he's scared. You are patient, loving and a ball of wonderful delight that he doesn't think he deserves. You shower him in all your love.

Levi signed off on another paper, then let out a long sigh. He rubbed his eyes and hummed as he felt exhausted, but he was worried about sleeping. He wanted to so badly rest, but he was worried about the nightmares that could happen if he did.

His thoughts broke when you entered his office with papers. He flushed red at the sight of you. His eyes traced every inch of your body making his heart race. He wanted to compliment you. He wanted to touch you. He wanted to kiss you, but he was too nervous.

You walked over and placed papers on his desk. "I have some papers for you."

"Th-thank you."

You nibbled your lip as you watched Levi's hands shake a little. "Can I get a kiss or a hug?"

He cleared his throat. "I ah...you...well...tch, I should d-do this."

You walked next to him and sat on his desk. "Not even one kiss?"

He stared at your thighs and crotch and felt a rush of heat go through him, along with sinful thoughts. "Tch, brat I should...I mean."

"Do you want to kiss me?"

He nodded slowly. "Y-Yes, but I should be working."

You turned his chair, then knelt between his legs. "It's okay to take breaks."

He flushed red. "Wh-what are you doing?"

You leaned up and kissed him. "Giving you a kiss."

He hummed in happiness. "Soft." He gulped hard. "What if someone comes in?"

You shrugged. "Then they'd see their Captain kissing his girlfriend."

"Ah, well, yes. You're right."

You frowned a little. "Are you okay?"

He avoided your gaze. "Yes...I think...I don't know."

You lightly touched under his eyes. "You need to sleep."

He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes. "Yes, I do." He gulped hard when he realised you were still touching him. He pulled his face back. "I have work. I d-don't have time to uhh...I mean I want to, but I mean."

You stood up, then walked over to his tea things. "How about a soothing tea?"

He let out a long sigh. "Please."

You made two cups, then walked over to his sitting area and sat down. "Come join me."

He shot up, then walked stiffly over to you. He sat down and pulled at his trousers. "You...you look..."

You handed him his tea. "Nice?"

He nodded. "So nice."

You smiled and kissed his cheek. "Thank you."

He sipped his tea and sat in thought. He was very aware of you next to him, your heat, your scent, everything. He glanced over at you to see you were relaxed. He wanted to say so many things to you, but he just didn't know how. He didn't want to mess up how he felt, but it was difficult.

He felt so many urges and he was fighting internally with different things. He grabbed your cup and slammed his and yours down on the table. He cupped your face and kissed you roughly. He slowly pushed you down onto the sofa and pushed his hand up and under your shirt. His shaky fingers glided over your soft and warm skin. His hot tongue moved with yours as you both melted together in the moment. Your hearts throbbed together in delight.

He pulled back and panted as he said your name. "I love you."

You blushed at his actions and words. "I love you too, Levi."

He smiled happily, then he blushed hard when he realised what he'd done. He yanked his body from you. "I'm s-sorry. I just..." He looked at his hands. "Tch, I'm...I didn't...sorry."

You slid closer to him. "Don't be sorry. I really liked it." You cupped the side of his face and turned his head so he'd look at you. "I love you for you. Don't be sorry because you want to kiss me and touch me. It's normal with couples."

He smiled a little. "I guess you're right." He hummed in thought. "I just have all these thoughts and wants. I love you so much and I've never felt this way before. This is all new to me."

You held his hand. "I'm happy to teach you anything you want to know."

"You're so wonderful. I don't deserve you, but I'm glad you're with me."

You kissed him. "I'm glad too." You sighed. "Come on, we're going to bed."

Levi stumbled behind you and blushed. "B-Bed? Bu-but."

You looked back at him. "To sleep, nothing else. You look exhausted."

He blushed. "Oh...oh..."

You let his hand go, then slipped your boots off. You pulled your straps and jacket off, then untucked your shirt. "I need a nap as well." You climbed into Levi's bed and sighed. "Come here and I'll give you cuddles."

He felt a burst of excitement. He jumped around as he pulled his boots off, then he yanked his gear, cravat and jacket off. He untucked his shirt and got under the covers. "I umm."

You pulled him close and held him. "You need to rest. If you get a nightmare, then I will help you fight them. I'm right here for you."

Levi hugged you tightly and used your breasts as your pillow. "Y-Yes." He closed his eyes and heard your heart was beating a little fast. He smiled knowing that you had nerves just like him, you were just a little cooler with them. "Thank you."

You played with his hair. "No need to thank me, Levi. I'm here for you, always. I adore you so much."

Levi smiled and hummed in happiness. "I adore you more."

You giggled. "Of course, Levi. No sleep."

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cecelily12341 · 2 years

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𝗰𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗟 𝗟𝗮𝘄𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘁 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: trying to get attention from L was extremely difficult when he was working but there was always one way to get what you want

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: smut-ish, cockwarming, slight praise, slight degradation, fluff

• request by anon: Hey there! I absolutely adored your L NSFW hcs! May I request some NSFW thoughts about cockwarming L while he’s busy?

• Cockwarming is one of his favourite past times with you

• Since he doesn’t have a high sex drive he enjoys it as it lets him be close to you without having to actually have sex

• He especially enjoys it when you cockwarm him while he’s working

Keep reading

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Babe - (Dabi x reader, Endeavor x reader)

“Hey babe, ready to go?” you asked, standing patiently waiting for your boyfriend. “Oh, I don’t really feel like going anymore. I’m staying home.” he said, scrolling through his phone. This was the one night you were suppose to go to dinner, miles away from the city, no one would know who he was and your only date night.

“Dabi, it’s our only date night. You promised.” you pleaded. “Look babe, I don’t owe you shit. I said i’m not going” You felt your face stiffen and your fists clench. “Then we’re done.” you snapped. His eyes shot to yours. “Excuse me?” he retorted, standing up. “I said we’re done. You never put in any effort and I’m done getting cancelled on.” He leanded against the back of the couch. “Then go.”

You stared at him for a second before nodding. “Fine.” you said, turning and walking out your shared apartment door. You slammed it loud enough to make him flinch and began walking out of your apartment complex. You got in your car, speeding to work, with nowhere else to go. Of course it was risky, going from your shared home with him to your job. Not only your job, Endeavor’s agency.

It was ironic. You were dating your boss’s long lost son. You knew all about their history and now you saw the resemblance. You sunk into your office, laying your things down on the desk. You clicked on your computer to check your emails and you heard a knock on your door.

You looked up to see the red hair illuminating his face. “Hey Enji.” you smiled, looking back to your computer screen. “It’s a little late for you to be here.” he questioned. “Yeah well, I just got thrown out of my boyfriend’s apartment and have nowhere else to go. So that couch is home for a little bit.” you smiled, biting the inside of your cheek.

His face grimaced a bit at your confession. “I have several extra rooms, stay with me.” he asked. Your eyes met him again. “Oh I couldn’t do that. Your kids-” he cut you off. “Shoto is at his dorm, Fuyumi has her own apartment and Natsuo is at his residency.” You didn’t have any more excuses. “Okay, just until I find another place. Thank you.” you smiled, collecting your things as he led you to his car. “I’ll bring you to work tomorrow if you want, it’s been a long night I’m sure. I wouldn’t want you to drive.” You smiled and thanked him, climbing into his car.

Days turned into weeks and into months. You hadn’t found another place but had reason. You sleeping in the guests room turned into his bed in a matter of weeks and your hands began clinging to one another when in public. His dainty little girlfriend to the public. That’s where it led you to now, standing beside him at the Hero’s Gala.

Live TV caught you on the red carpet. You clinging to his arm, still tiny compared to him even in heels. “Endeavor who is your guest?” Paparazzi swarmed. “This is y/n, they are very important to me and we are glad to make it official that they are my significant other.” More questions outpoured from the audience and your smiled as another flash was taken.

Dabi held the magazine in his hands. “Endeavor’s new beau.” the headline made him stare at your picture with rage. “That bitch.”

He whipped his phone out and sent you a picture of the text along with a message. “Y/n, wtf are you doing?? Come home.” You smiled as you opened it and began your reply. “Hey Dabs, no I don’t think I will. You never appreciated me and let me go. You father on the other hand, he knows how to treat em’.” You smiled as you clicked your phone off and tossed it in your purse.

“Who was that angel?” Enji asked from the doorway. “Oh nothing babe, just spam.”

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Irrevocably ruined by you pt.1

A/N: Hey guys here it is! The long awaited steamy Valentino fic I promised. Hope you like it just as much as I enjoyed writing it. Leave a likenif you want to be tagged in the next part. It’s already in the works. Sorry I take long to post it just work and life can get hectic so thank you for being so understanding and kind. Now just know that this is a poly ship between Valentino x reader x Vox and of you are not in to that I implore you to just skip this one.

Warnings: foul language, religious themes, low self worth, low self esteem, awful family members, kissing, fingering, vaginal sex, spanking, nipple play, car sex

Words: 10.4k (sorry so long)

Minors for the love of god please stay away this is for adults only thank you 🙏🏼

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It was your birthday and your friends had announced that they would be taking you out to celebrate.

You stood in line with your friends waiting to get into the new night club that just opened up down town. The night air was warm but not too humid. You were all dolled up in your favorite sexy dress with your make up done and your hair styled to perfection. You looked stunning and felt like it too.

The line moved and it was your groups turn to go but as you got closer the bouncer held out his hand effectively stopping you guys. “Sorry.” he says. You sigh hating that you’ll have to wait a little more before going in. “I got this.” your friend whispers conspiratorially in your ear. She walks up to him puts her hands on his chest and stands on her tip toes to whisper something into his ear. The way his expression goes from curious to lustful in mere seconds is quite comical to you. She kisses him slipping her her tongue in to his mouth as she slides one of her hands down his chest to his crotch and gives him a good squeeze. He groans in to her mouth breaking away from the kiss with a loud smacking sound.

You were shocked to say the least but if she wanted to work her magic and get y’all in there faster who were you to stop her. You can hear people talking and saying disgusting things about your friend. You turn and give them the the meanest dirtiest look you can muster effectively silencing them them.

She walks back to you all and smiles sweetly at him. “Go in.” he says to you all signaling with a jerk of his head in the direction of the gleaming golden double doors leading to the inside.

“Hey how is that fair! It’s not like I could get in if I squeezed your balls. Why should she?” A man behind you says throwing your friend a look of disgust and annoyance.

But the bouncer pays him no mind, as if no one had said anything at all. You walk past him your friend giving the bouncer a wink as your group disappears through the doors.

“Oh my god. What did you say to him?”

She turns to you giggling. “I told him that if he let us in right now, I’d finally let him try anal.”

“Wait do you know him?” You say confused. You had thought he was just some stranger.

“Yeah he’s my new boyfriend. I’ve been going out with him for about a week.” You weren’t surprised to hear this. Your friend was real pretty and nice. Exactly the type of girl that deserved to have a gorgeous buff boyfriend in her life.

The inside of the club was packed; bodies gleamed with sweat swaying and writhing against one another. The blaring music thrummed through your body as you swayed your hips in sync with the beat. It felt so good to just let go and get lost in the music letting the day’s troubles melt away. The club was decked out in a dark red wall interior with black marbling that was illuminated by neon red lights along the walls and an onyx black floor polished so well that it looked as if you were dancing on an obsidian mirror. The whole place had an erotic and seductive vibe to it. Very private.

There were beautiful men and women of all colors that looked as if they were dressed as sexy butterflies dancing inside of large gilded golden cages that hung from the ceiling. The neon lights reflecting off their wings making them look translucent and iridescent. Though if someone were to get too close they’d see that those wings weren’t a costume. And neither were their pitch black eyes and sharp pointed teeth. Their lithe bodies moved and swayed so fluidly with the music. It was hypnotic to watch. Club goers crowded around them. Some throwing money others looking up at them, their eyes darkened with desire and lust as if they were in a trance of some kind. Demons in plain sight. It was almost comical to you. Except, it really wasn’t. But no one seemed to care or notice anything out of the ordinary. People never really notice the things around them as much as they should have. Oh well, can’t help people if they don’t really want to see in the first place.

As the song ends you guys make your way over to the bar ready to buy drinks. A tall lanky man with tattoos and very pale skin comes over to you guys. “What’s your poison?” His long and sharp pointed fangs jutted over his bottom lip as he spoke. You can feel the the warm wave of magic he’s used to glamor himself with disguising his true form.

You can only see a demon’s true form if they want you to. Sort of like fairies but without the whole hating to be seen thing and cursing your family to death. To them it was more of an inconvenience than preference if people started screaming and panicking because they saw something they couldn’t understand much less comprehend.

“Is this club goth themed or something?” One of your friends asks. The man behind the counter smiles an awful razor sharp smile showing off all his teeth. “Yeah something like that. But tonight’s theme is a little special.”

“What is it?” You say curious at what it could be.

“Depraved ladies night sweetheart.” He says fixing his crimson red eyes on you as if he was sharing some kind of inside joke with you. You weren’t amused. He knows what you are. You know he knows. Things like him can always sense people like you. Honestly it’s not uncommon for demons to do business up top. Most corporations are owned by demons anyway. The human ceos and board of directors are nothing more than puppets and stand ins for the real owners. You just wished you had known who exactly owns this particular club before setting foot here. Serves you right for not checking it out before letting your completely normal friends take you someplace new. Demons took business rivalry to a whole other level and weren’t fond of witches they either didn’t know or weren’t on their payroll. If you weren’t careful you might not make it out of here alive.

He turns back to your friends a mischievous smirk on his face. “So be as bad as you possibly can tonight ladies. No one here cares. Tonight is all about what you want. Trust me we got all kinds here. We are at your mercy tonight.” Your friends laugh at his declarations but you just wanna get as far away from him as possible. “Now, I’m Tony your bartender for the night, what can I get you ladies?”

Tony finishes making your drinks and hands them out to you and your friends. You take a sip feeling the cool burn of your drink as it goes down your throat. It was delicious the fruity flavor mixed with the alcohol blending perfectly together. You hadn’t realized just how thirsty you are and end up drinking the whole thing at once. You set your glass down and take a moment to look around you. A waitress dressed in a white sexy cat outfit that barely covered anything was at one of the booths along the walls taking drink orders. She turned and cough you staring. She winked at you with her jade green eyes and blew a kiss in your direction. You blush and look away. Some people in the private booths have already started to have fun getting a little too handsy with each other. And you were more than sure one couple was having a little too much fun if the mewls and moans you were hearing were correct. Well it is depraved ladies night. You wonder if you’ll take someone home tonight. It was your birthday after all and treating yourself tonight was definitely top priority.

As you and your friends begin to walk away a hand comes down on your shoulder. “Baby did you get all dolled up and pretty just for me?” A raspy and sultry voice whispers in to your ear. You turn to see a very tall skinny man dressed in a dark red suit and a red fedora smiling at you. His short hair pure white with streaks of red running through it and crimson red eyes. He looked like one of those 1920s gangsters you saw on tv sometimes.

“Excuse me?”

“What don’t tell me you forgot about me already baby. How cold, your breaking my heart.” You stand there at a complete loss for words. Who was this man? Did you know him? He takes a puff of his cigarette and blows out red smokey hearts. “You know I don’t think you recognize me huh? Here let me just slip in to something more comfortable.” He steps toward you and his glamor falls away like mist. Valentino stoops down to your height grinning at you with his trade mark cocky smirk. You can see your reflection mirrored back at you in his heart shaped sunglasses. “What’s with that surprised look on your face?” he says amused at your reaction.

“I don’t think she knew this was your club Val.” A dark haired man in a dark blue suit with glasses says stepping out from behind Valentino. His glamor melting away to reveal Vox.

He was right you hadn’t known this was Valentino’s club. But as you look around you can definitely see it’s all to his taste. You breath a sigh of relief, the tension in your body finally easing now that you knew you were safe from being potentially killed. No you weren’t on their payroll but you guys had history and you were in their good graces.

Vox looks at you his eyes dancing with mischief as he reaches out to touch you. His finger tips gently trailing down your arm as his smoldering gaze ensnares you. He brings your hand up to his lips and softly kisses your knuckles. “We missed you doll. Did you miss us?” Your face heats up as your heart flutters at his out right unabashed boldness. Valentino clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes at Vox’s display of affection. Mumbling under his breath about showing off. If anything could be said about demons it was that once they saw something they wanted, there was no deterring them from having it. They’d have their prize one way or another by any means possible; good or bad. It the one thing you really admired about them. The drive and ambition you wished you possessed to go after the things you really wanted most in life without worrying about the consequences.

For hundreds of years witches have worked with demons to help them expand their empire. What had started off as a desperate plea for help was now a begrudging act of acceptance. You see, back in the day when Christianity was new and on the rise in your town of Madride, nobody really cared for anything the priests were preaching about. It seemed to the villagers that all the Christians cared about was money offerings to the church in the name of their god, more than love and good will towards others. No one was buying it and this angered the church. So in a desperate attempt to seize the people’s attention they created horrid lies and rumors about the local witch families. The lies got so bad that eventually there was so much mistrust between the two people that the church was able to use that to lead their own witch hunts and kill anyone who spoke out against them. That was their real plan, to strike fear in to the hearts of the poor towns folk. To show them that the world was full of wicked and unholy monsters. And that only the church and their faithful worshippers could drive them off.

What a bunch of bull. Oh to be able to see the looks on the corrupt priest and clergymen’s faces when they realized that no, they didn’t go to heaven and were in fact as awful and terrible as everyone said they were.

The church would send their witch hunters out to towns suspected of being infested with dark magic and kill innocent men and women. Yes they were witches but, they only ever used their magic to help and heal others from their sufferings. It seemed like everyone had forgotten who had been keeping them disease free with their herbal concoctions and remedies. Who helped them deliver their babies and made sure the crops did more than well during the yield season for the farmers. It was as if madness had taken hold and everyone was slowly losing their grip on common sense. And even when there was proof still no one would listen to the witches when they spoke of how the church was behind all these terrible things happening. Of how the church was stealing children and live stock from the people. Of how the church was burning crops and poisoning the water supply by throwing rotting animal carcasses in it, not satan and his minions. But the witches’ words fell on deaf ears.

The witch hunters unfortunately were very good at their job. Too good. They were killing families faster than we could come up with new defenses against them. Soon there was only a handful of families left in town and they were terrified. If they tried to leave their town their whole family would be hanged with no trial of any kind. But if they stayed they ran the risk of exposure. Either circumstances were not ideal. Children and pets were not exempt from punishment. The church argued that if they were innocent that they’d just have to suffer for a short time before being taken back in to gods loving embrace. So in a desperate attempt to save anyone else from being killed, all the heads of the families convened under the new moon under the city and decided it was time to ask for help. They summoned Lord Lucifer and struck a deal with him. No the witches didn’t believe in God because they had never spoken to or seen him. But demons, the keepers of ancient and terrible knowledge, had been encountered plenty of times.

The families promised to Lucifer and his kin to spread their vision of corrupting humans however he saw fit in exchange for his help. Lucifer accepted and in return promised protection from the church or anyone who ment them harm. Lucifer only asked that the families had lots of children that way there’d be plenty of workers for him and that this would make the deal more than worth it. Reluctantly the families agreed not having any real choice in the matter. And this was the way of things for a while. Then at the turn of the 18th century as the church’s power began to dwindled and evil creatures of the night fell in to fantasy and superstition the deal changed, slightly.

We still work for the demons but now instead of cursing or hexing them to death, we work at our white collar jobs making sure everyones lives are miserable and unaffordable. Some of us being bank owners or ceos and others politicians put in strategic places to get laws passed that benefited our employers. So yes we still wreak havoc on the towns people but we just do it in plain sight and under the protection of the law.

The demons came topside for coven initiations when the children would turn 21 and come of age to scout out new workers. It was a prestigious honor you had been told over and over again since you were small. One you wanted desperately. To not be chosen wasn’t a bad thing but it wasn’t exactly looked upon favorably by the families. Depending on how high in rank the demon were determined who got first picks and who didn’t. With the new deal came new benefits. The witches would still run the top side business for the demons and in exchange your family not only got paid a portion of the profits but were able to learn all sorts of forbidden knowledge. Old Dark Magic being the most in demand. This was the way of things by the time you were born. Thats how it is and that’s probably how it will be for a while. At least until the world changes again.

Vox and Valentino. God yes you did miss them. You had met Valentino and Vox at a coven meeting one night. They had come to scout for new workers with some of the other overlords. The royals having already came to town last week to take their picks. You were new, barely turned 21 and were being initiated in to the life. You had been working on your necromancy skills since you were 7 and hoped to impress them enough to be put in a prestigious hospital as a head surgeon. As head surgeon it would make harvesting organs to sell on the black market for a higher profit much easier. This was how you planned to make a name for yourself.

As you introduced yourself and what you could do demonstrating your gifts you caught Valentino and Vox’s eye. They had invited you over to their table to drink and dine with them. They had been so witty and charming. Their friendly and casual demeanor was almost enough to make you forget they were viscous creatures that would kill you with out hesitation. But you were still polite and respectful not wanting to get on their bad side. As the night wore on their intentions had become noticeable. It started off innocent with small touches to your face and thighs, that led to sultry kisses on your lips and neck, that eventually progressed to them fucking you in a spare broom closet.

You can remember how they roughly fucked you at the same time driving away all thoughts except how you never wanted them to stop. The way they roughly gripped your thighs and held you open, feeling the sting from their clawed hands dig in to you as the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin was all that could be heard. Of how their cocks stretched your pussy out wide and filled you up so good, reaching the deepest parts of you making your eyes roll every time they hit you g-spot. They took turns thrusting up in to you rubbing against your walls just right making sure that you were always full no matter what. Making you a babbling drooling mess and had you feeling as though they were breaking you in half with their cocks. Or the way they had kissed each other right in front of you so lewdly making you moan from how hot that was. You were so loud at one point Vox had to cover your mouth before you all were discovered. But nothing, nothing could’ve made you come harder than seeing the absolutely wrecked and drooling expressions the demons had every time you clenched around them as they told you how hot and tight your pussy was. The soft mewling noises Valentino was making as you chanted his name softly. And the way he had looked at you so possessively as you begged him to make you cum. Or how Valentino had shuddered as you came on their cocks. Oh how he had kissed you over and over again through your orgasm swallowing down your cries of ecstasy, his eyes glowing softly like dying embers were solely focused on you. It was so cute how he tried so hard to hide his whimpers and gasps by biting down on your shoulder as they both came so hard deep inside you a few moments later. You could’ve sworn you saw Vox short circuiting out of the corner of your eye while he was coming. The high you felt from making these two overlords of hell cum their fucking brains out was making you giddy with pride. To know that even if there were others before you, you had done it best. Fuck how could he even think you had forgotten. They had practically fucked you within an inch of your life.

Funny enough though, when the meeting came to choosing workers you weren’t one of their picks. In fact you weren’t picked at all by any of the overlords. Your parents trying to console you only made you feel worse. Your feelings stung by how they discarded you without so much as a second glance. But what did you expect they were literal demons. It was in their nature to be cold and cruel. They saw an easy opportunity to get laid and you had stupidly fell for it. Of course they didn’t think you were special. No you had just been an easy lay. You avoided them for the rest of the evening trying not to look in their direction even though you can feel their stairs watching you closely. Not wanting them to see just how hurt you actually were you pay them no mind not wanting to see them laughing and mocking you. And especially not wanting to see their expressions of indifference etched on their faces.

As the meeting was called to an end and everyone was leaving a hand grabbed your arm surprising you and pulled you aside to one of the secluded alcoves in the hallway and pinned you against the wall. His hands on both sides of you trapping you in his arms. It was Vox. He was glaring down at your feet as if they had done something especially nasty to offend him. He sighs and speaks softly still not looking at you.

“Look I know I’m the last person you wanna see right now and your probably really pissed at me but just listen ok.” You scowl at him and cross your arms letting that be the only indication that you were listening. “I’m just here to tell you that the reason we didn’t pick you wasn’t because we don’t like you or anything. Its because we like you that we didn’t pick you ok. So wipe that look of your face and go back to smiling like you were earlier.”

“Yeah that’s a no. Also if you guys liked me so much then why didn’t you guys pick me? I thought my skills would be of good use? I mean did I do something to offend you or -“

“No!, ” he hurriedly interjects “you didn’t do anything you were,” he pauses and lets out a breathy laugh his eyes softening as he looks at you his hand coming to rest on your cheek, “you were incredible.”

But you swat his hand away not really wanting to be touched right now. “Then what is it? Was I just good enough to fuck but not good enough to work with? Is that it? Oh my god, that’s it isn’t it?”

He rubs a hand over his face with increasing impatience as if I’m just not getting what he’s trying to say. “No! It’s just -, I don’t think -, Val can be kind of -“ he growls in frustration and turns away from you walking a few feet away from you with his back turned, his hands balled in to fists. What in the world was he trying to say? Why couldn’t he just get it over with and spit it out? He takes a deep breath in and releases it. He puts his hands in his pockets and looks back at you over his shoulder. His face set in a hard and cold expression.

“The way we run our business, the way we do things, it just wouldn’t suit someone like you.”

“Whats that supposed to mean?” You say clearly offended and confused “What kind of work do you guys do anyway?”

“Val has an iron grip on the sex industry and I have a monopoly on the entire internet market.” he said it as if it was nothing. Just your everyday ordinary jobs.

“Oh.” you say slightly impressed and distressed at the same time. He stands there looking at you with a look that says told you. And as much as it irked you he was right. Neither of those things suited you. Not with your magic being better suited to necromancy. There was no way you would fit in to their categories of work.

“So what, you came here to warn me? Of what, that you guys might not be good for me?”

He turns back around facing back to the wall.

and answers derisively, “Were demons doll were not good for anyone.” Not good or not good enough you think. The thought makes something in your chest twist uncomfortably.

You knew demons could be kind in their own strange way. But you’d never guess it. Not with all the dick measuring and power plays that went on in Hell. Everyone trying to one up one another. Always trying to manipulate and bring someone else beneath themselves. And for what?

The whole idea seemed pointless to you. Everyone had their glass ceilings that they’d never break. Overlords would never become princes or princesses and those princes and princesses would never become the kings or queens. So why bother at all. But you supposed this need, this thirst for power and dominance was only an illusion to what they truly craved. Love and acceptance. No creature that lived and breathed could be without these things. It was one of the oldest pieces of wisdoms you learned as a witch. That wasn’t to say that if you loved a demon they would love you back and everything would be fine. No this way of thinking was pure fantasy. For a demon to truly love and be loved in return they’d have to go within and introspect themselves and change for the better because they want to. To truly heal and be better. This was something that they’d have to truly want for themselves. But they don’t, just for the same reason you don’t wash your car everyday; you just don’t feel like it. Conform and be sinful or be crushed under the weight of your own pain and anguish. This was the unspoken rule of hell.

Even with knowing all this there was just something about these two that you couldn’t leave alone. It would probably be a good idea if you did but, you weren’t really great at making good choices. You walk up to Vox and wrapped your arms around him hugging him from behind. You can feel him flinch as if this was the last thing he had expected you to do. “If you were really so bad, why come back here to make sure I’m ok?”

He turns in your embrace so that he’s facing you; his hands on your hips pulling you close. “Maybe because Valentino told me to come sort things out on his behalf or he’d kill me.”

You give a small laugh at this, “What, why?”.

“Well between you and me I think it was because he really likes you and was sort of scared of what you’d say.”

“Really,” you smile “an overlord of hell afraid of what I’ll say?” Vox just nods his head in agreement. “I don’t believe you.” you say shaking your head in exasperation.

“It’s true. Valentino isn’t good with saying how he feels. He’s better at showing than telling. Trust me I’ve known him long enough to know. Plus I think he was afraid you’d reject him with how much you were ignoring us. He doesn’t take rejection well if you know what I mean.” You can just picture Valentino sitting in his limo arms crossed with a pout on his face. The thought strikes you as cute.

“Or maybe,” Vox says as he leans close to you your faces mere inches away. “Maybe I really did this for myself. To be the last to see you again before I had to go.” The desire in his eyes makes your face heat up. He leans forward and kisses you sweetly and slowly. As if he’s trying to savor this moment with you. To commit it to memory for later.

That had been about a year ago. You had wondered to yourself many times if maybe Vox had just been being nice and letting you down gently. Which was stupid because why did he apologize at all if they were just going to ghost you anyway.

The sound of Vox’s cellphone brings you back to the present. He lets go of your hand and answers it. His face turns in to an scowl clearly annoyed with whoever’s on the phone. He hangs up and starts to leave. “Everything good?” Valentino says raising a brow. “Yeah just a business associate of ours acting up. I’ll handle it.” Vox bends down and kisses your cheek. “Wish I could stay but duty calls. Maybe another time doll.” He says walking away leaving you alone with Valentino.

“So what are you doing here?” Valentino says taking a drag of his cigarette. The sickly sweet smell that comes from the smoke coupled with his intense stare make your pulse quicken and your head feel kinda fuzzy.

“It’s my birthday and I’m here with my friends celebrating.”

“Oh you came to celebrate huh.” He puts his cigarette down on an ash tray on the counter. His hand tilting your chin up to look at him. Those gorgeous red eyes of his looking down at you playfully. “How about I give you a very special gift just for you the birthday girl? Would you like that baby?” he says gliding the smooth material of his leather clad thumb across your bottom lip. “I know you fuckin’ would. Besides I gotta pay you back for that little slice of heaven you gave to me that night way back when.”

You scowl at him not in the mood for reminiscing. “If I made you feel so good then why’d you ghost me?” The question catching him off guard by his surprised expression.

“What’s with that surprised look on your face?” You say mirroring his words from earlier. “Did you think I’d forgotten? Or that I wouldn’t be upset?” You didn’t really want to fight with him but you were still upset about the whole ordeal.

He quickly schooled his features and smiles. “Aww did you miss daddy that much baby?” He coos.

“Fuck off Val.” You swat his hand away flicking him off turning and walking way.

“Hey come back here. I was kidding can’t you even take a joke?” You walk a little faster but his long legs make it easy to keep pace with you. “I said come here.” He says sounding frustrated. You make a bee line for the women’s restroom and almost make it inside, your hand on the door when, Valentino grabs your wrist whirling you around to face him as a pair of arms wraps around your waist and the other pair of hands take a firm hold on your wrists pulling you flush against him.

“Let me go.” You try to pull out of his embrace but he’s just too strong.

“Firstly, don’t fucking walk away from me when I’m talking to you.” You glare up at him disliking just how easy it is for him to over power you. “Secondly, don’t think for a second I haven’t been dying to see you again.”

“Yeah right, liar.” You roll your eyes looking away from him and not believing him for a second.

He lets go of one of your hands and grabs your chin turning your face roughly to meet his. But you still don’t meet his eyes.

“Look at me.” he demands angrily.

And you do so begrudgingly. But you were not prepared for the honesty and sincerity you see in his eyes as he glowers down at you.

“I ain’t no liar. I’m a lot of things babe, a lot, but a liar ain’t one of ‘em. I’m serious. I’ve missed you.” He let’s go of your chin to cup your cheek. “But I’ve got responsibilities in hell that just can’t be ignored. Things that you can’t know about for both our safety. You think I wanted to stay away. Hell just hanging around me could get you killed.” Then this whole time you thought they had been ignoring you. But in reality all they were doing was protecting you. The cool material of his gloves soothing against your blushing cheek. “But trust me when I tell you, you’ve been on my mind everyday since the last time I saw your pretty face. Also Vox has been talking about you ever since too. It’s been real annoying. He even went as far as to stalk all your socials just to get a quick look at you. Talking about how he misses you and shit. Fucking stalker.”

They had been thinking about you just as much as you had been thinking about them. Happiness blooms in your chest. You were more than to know you weren’t just a quick romp in the sheets to them. “I didn’t know.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about us. But you could if you want to.” the sincerity in his voice catching you off guard. You don’t answer not sure what he means.

“I mean,” he says hurriedly as if he revealed too much. “I don’t think you understand just how much I can’t get how you looked that night out’a my head.”

“Then make me understand.” You say challengingly.

He bends down brings his mouth close to your ear. He runs his lips along the shell of your ear giving it a quick kiss. “The way you were driving me crazy with those sexy little noises you were making. Or how that wonderfully tight pussy of yours milked my cock perfectly.” He chuckles at the shiver your body gives as he speaks in to your ear, his warm breath tickling you. “I could’ve taken you for a pro at cock milking. Had me shaking, knees wobbling like I was getting baptized or some shit. Hell maybe I was. I wouldn’t mind getting to worship you forever.” His sinful words were going straight to your core. Of course you remember. How could you forget. It was the best sex of your life.

“What do you say baby? Gonna let daddy make it up to you tonight? Gonna let me worship that beautiful fucking body of yours? You don’t even realize how hard you got daddy’s cock just thinking about it do you?” He takes your hand and brings it right to his crotch. Sure enough you can feel he’s hard as a rock. You cup your hand and massage him through his pants. His hips grinding against the heel of your hand. He leans his forehead against yours as his grip tightens on your waist. “Fuck you don’t even know how bad I want you right now do you? Yeah keep looking at me, ah fuck, keep looking at daddy don’t look way.” As if you even wanted to. “Look at how you make me baby. All bothered and hot just for you.” Seeing him come undone so quickly from your touch make your pulse quicken and your pussy clench. “Just say you want me and I’ll make all those filthy fantasies i know you got locked up inside that head of yours come true.”

You bite your lip and nod not being able to bear another second without him inside of you. “What’s that? Daddy couldn’t hear you baby. Your gonna have to speak up.”

“Yes. I want you Val. Please make me feel good tonight.”

“That’s my good girl.” Valentino says taking you by the hand and leads you away from the dance floor and out the door that says exit.

~~~~~

You straddle Valentino’s lap in the back seat of his limo. Grinding against each other as his hands are fisted in your hair while he kisses you. The warm wet glide of his tongue against yours making you feel dizzy with want. Your hands parting his coat to undo the buttons on his long sleeve business shirt. The front of his pants soaked from your wet pussy. He breaks the kiss with a lewd smacking noise and you moan as he bites your lip tugging on it gently with his sharp pointed teeth. You run your hands down his bare chest feeling his stomach muscles jump under your feather light touches. The ravenous hunger in his smoldering gaze makes you tremble all over. There was a promise in those eyes of his but whether it was of pleasure or something else entirely you weren’t really sure. Never had anyone looked at you with such need, such desire it was entirely and inexplicably intoxicating. If you weren’t careful this man would be your undoing.

A pair of his hands pull down the front of your dress exposing your chest. An appreciative hum rumbles from his chest as he brings his hands up to touch you. The cold leather of his gloves making your nipples peak and pebble as he caresses your breasts. “Damn baby, you really do have a perfect fucking body you know that?” Your eyes flutter as his fingers gently pinch and pull at your nipples making you gasp softly and arch in to his touch.

“Wish you would suck on them.” you say wanting to feel his warm mouth on you.

“Oh do you now?” He said pleased by your filthy words. “Then beg nicely first.”

“But I did.“ you pout up at him.

But he remains stead fast. “No, you said I wish. Wishing ain’t begging.” You just look at him not sure if he’s serious or not. But he just leans back in his seat a pair of arms spread wide across the tops with a challenging expression on his face daring you to make your next move.

Fine if he wanted to play hard ball then so would you. You rise on to your knees, hands on his shoulders as your chest is level with Val’s grinning mouth. “Please daddy suck on my nipples. Please use your mouth to make me feel good.”

Delight lights up on his face at your act of sluttiness. Something about this man brought out a naughty filthy side of you that you didn’t even know existed until you met him. “My baby’s such a little slut tonight aren’t you?” His hands come away from the tops of the seat to slide up your back bringing you closer as he slowly circles your nipple with his tongue before sucking on it. Tugging on it gently with his teeth. You let out a gasp letting your hands come up and rest on the back of his head for purchase as your head falls back and you surrender to his wonderfully talented tongue. You bite your lip trying to stifle your voice as you feel the sharp sting of Valentino’s teeth bite down on the side of your breast hard enough to leave a mark. He soothes the bite with gentle licks lapping up the tiny droplets of blood that well up. He trails his lips to the other breast giving it the same treatment as the first. He’s so attentive and gentle with you. Could this really be the same cold and heartless Valentino all of Hell feared? The cruel and power hungry moth pimp? The same man who mistreats and hurts people for a living with out a care? How? The difference between the two was so enormous as if they weren’t even the same person at all.

The cool air inside the limo contrasting with his hot mouth make goosebumps break out all over your skin. The hands on your waist slide down to your to your thighs and up all the way under under your dress. He groans in to your chest and looks down. The look of unbridled lust in his eyes as he sees you’ve gone commando tonight. “And just who the fuck were you gonna give this pussy to tonight huh?” He says angrily. A harsh smack lands on your ass when you don’t answer fast enough. “Were you gonna give some nameless dumb fuck what’s mine?”

You shake your head. “No Valentino I -“

Another harsh smack lands on your ass. “Shut up,” his hand tangles in your hair angling you to look down straight into his eyes as he sinks two long fingers in to you. “Now let me make this clear,” his voice dropping low and dangerous as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you making you hot all over. “If you ever let anyone beside Vox an I touch you I’ll kill’em. “ His fingers massage your g-spot. “I’ll kill’em so fucking painfully and slow while you watch. Then I’ll fuck you right on top of their life less body.” You could hear the lewd squelching sounds your pussy was making. “No one touches what’s mine and lives. Do you understand?” a smack to your clit had clenching around his fingers, juices running down your thighs. His threat shouldn’t have turned you on as much as it did. But oh god it did.

“Yes, yes I understand. Yours, all yours Val. No one else.” You babble already almost at your limit of teasing.

“Good.” He says satisfied with your answer. “Hmmm what’s this?” Val looks down at his hand currently fingering you to see it’s drenched in your love juices. “I guess my baby is more depraved than I thought huh?” You chose not to answer. Not wanting to boost his monstrous ego anymore than it already was. “Damn, your really clamping down on my fingers. What, did my little speech really do it for you?” He laughs derisively. “If your this wet I guess your ready for the main event then huh.” You moan as his fingertips brush against your g-spot on last time before withdrawing completely.

You almost stop breathing as you watch him bring his fingers to his mouth and lick them clean. The way his tongue curled around each finger before taking it in to his mouth and sucking on it. It was the most erotic and sinful thing you’d ever seen. “Shhh don’t whine daddy’s knows what you need. And I’m gonna give it to you real good alright baby.” You hadn’t even realized you made a noise.

You watch as he undoes his pants. The clinking of his belt as he unfastens it sounds too loud in the quiet of the limo. He pulls out his thick 10in cock and sighs as he strokes himself leisurely. “Come here.” he pats his lap and you lower yourself back down till you can feel him lined up with your entrance. You try to sink down on the tip but are stopped by his hands holding you in place. You look up at him in confusion but he just smirks. “Nah not just yet.” He moves to rub the head of his cock in small tight circles on your clit. The much needed friction making your thighs tense and shake, driving you crazy. “You like that baby? Want me to put it in? Want me to shove it all the way in deep inside huh? Want it real fucking bad don’t ya?”

“Val just get on with it already.” you say impatiently. You were so done with fore play and you wanted him to just hurry up already.

“Nah, a slut like you has to work for this cock.”

“But you said you’d spoil me remember?”

“That I did. But that was before I knew you were gonna spread you legs tonight for some fucking cocksucker nobody.” He says glaring at you. “So now you beg. Beg me and I’ll give it to you just the way you like it baby. Rough and deep.” He leans down and kisses down the side of your neck; sucking marks here and there. “Look at how wet you are down here for me already. Your pussy is practically drooling all over my cock.” You look down to see he’s right. His cock was wet and shiny as your juices drip down his shaft. “Hurry up and beg already. She’s hungry, aren’t you baby,” he starts slapping his cock against your pussy and watches as it clenched around nothing “and I can’t wait to feed her, her favorite meal.”

Arrogant jerk you think. Valentino could be such an annoying pain at the worst time with his cocky attitude. But as much as it killed you to admit it, he was right. You wanted him. Bad enough that you were willing to put your pride aside an beg him to fuck you.

But you know how to get him to give you what you want. You place your hands on his face pulling him down your lips against his and whisper “Please fuck me Valentino. I need you so badly. No one else can make me feel the way you do. I know you want me just as bad as I want you so top pretending already.” You say as you place chaste kisses on his lips trying to entice him to give in and break.

Your plan works but his face has the exact same expression from the last time you guys were together. That look of lost and confused. As if no one had ever spoken to him like this before. Had no one said these words to him? No that was ridiculous. He was the overlord of lust and depravity. Surly tons of past lover had said these exact things to him too many times to count. But then, why was he looking at you like that. As if no one ever had. No. Now was not the time for such thoughts. You put it in the back of your mind and bring yourself back to the present moment. The one where your about to give Valentino the ride of his life; give the lord of lust a run for his money.

His grip on your hips eases letting you lower yourself down on him. You both sigh as the head of his cock slips into you. You relax letting yourself take more of him in. The delicious stretch making your walls flutter around him. He makes a choking noise and grits his teeth as you sink down about half way. God he was so thick how did you manage to take him and Vox at the same time before when you already felt this full. Taking him slowly was probably best but you just couldn’t wait anymore. You rise up till jut the head was in and just let yourself slam down on his cock. “Fuck.” Val growls through clenched teeth, his eyes falling shut as his head falls back against the seat. The stretch bordering on painful but you didn’t care. That was more than fine with you so long as you got to see Valentino’s calm and collected demeanor shattered. You wanna see it again. To see him writhe and squirm until his a complete wreck under you. To see him so desperate and hungry for your touch as you were for his.

You slowly lift yourself halfway up. “Val,” he lifts his head meeting you gaze as you say, “look at me and don’t look away.” as you let your self drop down. His eyes seemed to glow darker and brighter in the darkness of the car as he tries to keep them open. You could see the way he was fighting to keep quiet as if he wasn’t affected at all but you weren’t fooled for a second. You could feel how his thighs tensed and hear how his breathing had started to pick up. Making him come undone so quickly was enough to make you giddy with confidence.

“Tell me, tell me how much your enjoying this Val.” You say breathlessly, a cocky smile on your lips. His eyes bore in to yours. Taunting him might not have been the best idea but it sure as hell was fun. His hands griped your waist tighter, his claws sinking in to your flesh. You hoped it left marks in the morning. It would be your proof that he was really feeling it and loving it. “How much your, ah, loving how good I make you, fuck, make you feel. Tell me, oh god, how you’ve never had a, fuck, had a pussy as good as mine.” You laugh bouncing on his cock as his scowl deepens. “Nothing to say? Oh fuck, guess I’m just that good -“

You feel it. You feel the exact moment that Valentino’s resolve breaks. In a flash his hands come around your neck cutting you off as he plants his feet and just starts driving up in to you with reckless abandon. Your surprised screams of pleasure filling the inside the limo. “What’s the matter?” Where’d all that confidence go? Who has nothing to say now? Tell me!” The way he bounced your body up and down on his cock as if you were nothing more than a rag doll had you more turned on than you cared to ever say. His glasses skewed on his face as sweat falls from his brow. You close your eyes and held on for dear life just letting yourself get lost in the feeling of being used by him. Fuck it was too much and not enough. He was stretching you out so wide that it felt as if you could feel every ridge and bump he had on his cock. He was so deep it felt as though he was in your stomach. He adjust his hips slightly hitting your g-spot. You screamed, surprised by the blinding pleasure and the intensity of his thrusts. You knew you’d never go to heaven but hell of it didn’t feel like you were already there. Your toes curling each time he hits your g-spot with the head of his cock. You look up at him tying to convey what you can’t say; More, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop, please make me cum, I want to cum.

“That’s it baby, fuck, scream for daddy. Let everyone know who’s cock is making you feel this fucking good.” He snarls. “Fuck it’s too good. Your pussy is sucking down my cock like a pro. So good,so tight” he says drool leaking down his chin as he looks at you as if your the most fucking mesmerizing thing he’s ever seen. An wasn’t that just the best damn compliment you ever heard. The lord of lust saying you were the best he’s ever had. You almost came for a second.

Liquid fire felt as if it was coursing through your veins as stars danced across your vision. “Please, please let me cum, oh fuck please.” You beg him as tears form in the corner of your eyes. You were so close just a little more. And there it was again just like last time. That look of possessiveness in his eyes as he looked down at you. “Fuck what are you trying to do to me?” Awe and confusion mingled with frustration colored his voice. As if he couldn’t quite believe what what happening. “You think you can just make me feel like this? What are you doing to me? Are you trying to fuck with my head?” He growls. He was panting hard now moaning unabashedly mouth open to far gone, beyond the point of caring. He was close, you could feel it by the way he twitched inside of you each time he bottomed our and how his thrusts were starting to become choppy losing any sense of rhythm.

One of his hands came away from your neck to rub tight circles on your clit. “You wanna cum, then go on cum for daddy. I give you permission to cum on this cock baby. Let me feel how much you love gettin your shit wrecked by me.” That was it. The tight thread in your belly snapping and you were coming. Wailing as you came not caring if the people outside in the parking lot heard you. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck” Val cursed his eyes slamming shut as your walls constructed and fluttered around him pulling him over the edge with you. He thrust in to you a few more times before hilting one last time. A cry of your name on his lips as he shuddered, his hot semen spilling inside you filling you to the brim.

Oh god you were still shaking as you sat there letting your brain come back online. That was it. These damn demons had ruined you for life. There was no going back to sleeping with humans now. Labored breathing was the only noise now inside the car. Valentino released his hold on your neck. “You good?” he asks sounding winded as he gently rubs your neck checking for any signs of bruising. You nod and wrap your arms around his neck pulling him closer and kiss him. Your tongue sliding between the seam of his lips asking for entrance and he grants it. The way he kisses you was so tender and almost loving. This was only your second time being with this man and already you could feel yourself getting lost in him. Your heart feeling as if it’s swelling with some indescribable feeling as he wraps his arms around your back pulling you close so there’s no room in between. His other hands rub soothing circles on your waist where he gripped you too hard.

When your both done redressing as best you can Valentino presses a button and speaks in to a speaker. And to your horror the driver of the limo answers. “What’s your address?”

Are you taking me home?

“Yeah why you not done partying? I guess we could go back inside and have a couple of drinks it’s only 2. We still got another hour before last call.”

“No, I mean thank you for, the ride.” Thank you for not just sleeping with me and then ditching me like last time is what you really want to say but you don’t. You give the driver your address and the limo starts up and pulls away from the club.

Valentino light a cigarette the soft glow of the bud illuminating his face. He offers it to you but you decline. Smoking not being your thing. He rests his chin on his palm on the armrest of his seat as he looks out the window. You sit there awkwardly not sure how to proceed. But he decides for you as he pulls you closer to his side. One arm draped over your shoulders and another wrapped around your waist.

“It wasn’t a coincidence that we met here tonight was it?”

“Aren’t you perceptive.”

“How’d you even find me? How did you know I was going to be here?”

“I used a locator spell I got from an old acquaintance to find you. As for how I knew you’d be here tonight, I didn’t.“

“So what you built this club close to where I live and came everyday hoping to maybe see me there.”

He just shrugs his shoulders and continues to look out the window as if it was the most fascinating thing in the world.”

“You could’ve just come to visit me or I don’t know maybe called me, you know.” Your starting to suspect what Vox had said about Val being scared of what you’d say was true. But again why? You were no threat. Or was it more of a feelings problem than a physical one. Demons after all are unfortunately all emotionally immature. No matter how strong and powerful they were.

“Why don’t you live with your folks?” He asks breaking the silence. Witches tended to live with their families till marriage but you had to move out sooner. The shame and disappointment had gotten to be too much for you.

“It’s complicated.” He raises a brow as if saying try me. So you continue. “My family and I haven’t really been on good terms since initiation last year.”

“How come?”

“Well as the only child of the house of Dramir it is, was my duty to bring honor and glory to the family name. I had planned to make that happen by showing off my skills and catching the eye of some overlord who could make that happen. That was how I was going to make a name for myself. But it didn’t work out like I had hoped.”

“Wait aren’t you guys supposed to have lots of kids for crap like that? Why are to an only child?”

“My parents did try a couple of times before me but those pregnancies ended up being still borns. My parents were devastated each time. They had lost hope of ever having their own child. Until they had me. I was their little miracle. So with that they poured all their knowledge and resources in to making me as strong as I could be in hopes of impressing you guys. But i guess I just wasn’t what you guys were looking for.” Valentino laps back in to silence and doesn’t speak for a while. He takes a long drag of his cigarette and blows out small smokey red hearts. You watch as they bump against the car window and slowly dissipate. Then finally he turns his attention away from the window and on to you.

“That doesn’t explain why you moved out?”

“Witch society can be brutal and very shallow. To be turned away from being picked at initiation is the equivalent of being told that your weak and worthless. Because if you are valuable and of use then there would be no reason to not be chosen.”

You can remember the awful things people said under their breath about you. Or the mocking your parents endured during coven meetings. Of how all the other parents gushed about their child’s new position only to ask “ - and what about your daughter? What does she do?” The absolute duckers that had been.

“I am now the reason my family is the laughing stock of our people. A disappointment my grandmother had outright said to my face. My parents never say it out loud though which I think is worse but I can see the disappointment in their eyes and their tight smiles whenever I’m mentioned. So now I live here in Miami. Hopefully this will be far enough away that I won’t bother my family.”

Valentino just looked at you a myriad of emotions playing out on his face as you told your story. But he didn’t say anything to which you were grateful. “Big skip across the pond for a fresh start. Not the worst decision.” It was actually the best decision you had ever made. Here there was no pressure to perform. No old biddies telling you how to act and how to live as a witch. Out here you could breath. Being a with was who you were but that doesn’t mean it should be the only thing you are. You’ve enjoyed finding out what kinds of things you like to do and how you really want to dress and wear your make up. Never again would you be modest or conservative about anything ever again.

“So what do you do now?” he asks curiously.

“I now am the proud owner of my own business.” you tell him proud that you were able to start a business all by yourself.

“Oh.” He says interested. “And what exactly does your business do?”

“I sell my magic to those who can afford it.”

“Like what, 5 dollars a pop for a tarot card reading?” He smiles and chortles.

“No.” You say playfully elbowing him in the ribs. “It more like 25 dollars actually.” He shakes his head in disbelief. “There are other things too like potions and spells. But the real money maker is letting people talk to their passed loved ones.

“A seance, your shitin’ me.” He out right laughs.

“No not a seance.” You scowl at him for even mentioning that horrible cheap carnival trick. “We both know that those things aren’t even real. The people who conduct seances are fakes and phony’s. They make the rest of us, true practitioners, look just as phony and stupid as they are.”

“Jeez sorry.” He hold up his hands on mock surrender. “Don’t get your panties in a twist”

You roll you eyes at him.“Whatever. Now with me. People call me when they want to have one last word with their deceased loved ones. So I go down to the morgue with them and reanimate their loved one calling the soul back to the body. It only last an hour any more than that and the dead will be in terrible pain. This is usually enough to help the living move on.”

“Sounds like your making decent money.”

The limo comes to a halt in front of your apartment complex. You don’t really want to go though. Your afraid that this might be the last time you ever see him. He makes no move to disentangle himself from you. Valentino takes one last drag of his cigarette before snubbing out in the door ash tray. “I’m taking you out this weekend so be ready when I get here at 8.” How rude, but your happy he’s making an effort to see you again. “Ok.” you say.

He gets off to lets you out and helps you out of the limo. Your about to walk off when he catches your wrist gently pulling you back. You let him hold you against himself. He brings his hand to your chin and tilts it up as he bends to kiss you. He tastes of smoke and ash. The kiss ends just as fast as it started. He lets go of you and you walk to your apartment. He stands there watching you go in only getting back in his limo once you’ve entered your home safely. You watch him leave the parking lot from your window praying time will fly by till the weekend comes.

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