Johnny And Joseph Appreciation Post Because I Love Them ♡

Cowboy gojo keeps me alive pls lemme ride it cowgirl style

Artist: thatsallitchief on Instagram

Stomach in knots I swear!! Chile love me some Eren

ALL HE WANTS — EREN x BLK!READER

tags: 18+ (no minors/no blank blogs — you will be blocked), shotgunning, sex, kinda friends to lovers, established relationship (towards the end), oral (f!), making out, sexual tension, eren has a tongue piercing and dimples, fingering, dirty talk, reader is black, mutual pining, dry humping, unprotected sex, dubcon (both a little buzzed on weed),

author notes: happy beloved birthday daddy 😩 been writing this since november 2022 on my old account n finally finished so yay. credits to artists (1)(2) 4.1k words !

“When you gonna stop playing and let me be your man, baby?” Eren had his hands in his pockets and lent up against the wall, staring you down. The way he talked always made your body shiver, the way he looked deep into your eyes made you want to moan.

“Just gimme the weed, please.” You rolled your eyes at him. He was always like this, teasing you whenever he saw you all dolled up, tonight you wore a short peach colored dress one that made your chest look even bigger, his eyes glancing down constantly from your lips to your chest. Your wavy black hair done in a 32inch half up-half down that framed your face. Your lips he kept looking at were plump and bright because of the clear sticky fruity smelling lipgloss you wore.

Unintentionally he licked his lips before digging through his pockets for what he came over to deliver. Normally he didn’t hand deliver anything, he made people come to him, but this was you.

Sweet smelling you who always looked as good as you smelt and right now there was an aroma around you that smelled of nothing but strawberries and some other fruity smell that he couldn’t decipher. It wasn’t even just the fact that you smelled so good but rather the way you looked so good too, always with your hair done even your nails — long coffin shaped, pink and white acrylic with little designs on them — and your face, bare or not your skin was always glistening rich brown.

He was always losing his focus when you were in the room. He handed you your weed and turned to leave. “Wait, here—“

He scoffed, “On the house.” He waved you off, he did this all the time. Begging him to just take the money.

“Eren!” Using his long legs to stroll out of the hallway and towards the apartment complex’s door. He almost made it out before he felt you tug at his arm, a deep pout on your face.

“You’ll get wrinkles. Don’t…” He caressed the area between your eyebrows and trailed down to your jaw — taking it in his hands and squeezing it, making your pout deeper before he let it go.

“Just here, okay? I’m grateful you don’t make me pay since we’re friends,” That definitely wasn’t the reason, but he didn’t say anything. “But just take it. I can pay, you know I can.” Your eyelids fluttered innocently.

He sniffled, “Fine. Fine. Just this once.” He flicked your nose. Then Eren looked at you, truly looked at you and smiled a bit. You were really too cute. “Are you coming to Connie’s party in a few?”

“Yeah, I was actually just getting ready before you came.” You tell him, finally letting go of his arm.

“And that’s what you’re wearing?” He swallowed, biting his tongue. He sounded so judgmental that your eyes widened before you looked down at yourself.

It was cold yes but you always chose being cute over being cold, plus you were always being driven around so you weren’t even outside enough to feel the freezing cold air and it was only a small bit of occasional snow, nothing too bad.

“What’s wrong with it?” You craned your neck a bit to see your backside. Everything was in tact and in place.

Jealousy was already deep in his chest and tugging at his heart, making everything feel so tight around him. He just shook his head, “Nothing, just thinkin’ bout how cold it is, that’s all. But I know you already have a ride lined up, right?”

Playfully rolling your eyes you smirk, “Actually…” Twiddling with your fingers, he watches you. “I was hoping, you’d take me if you had a chance? Maybe?”

“Do I ever say no to you?” He asked, walking back down the hall with you towards your apartment again.

This wasn’t his first time inside of your apartment. But for some reason he couldn’t help but to be in awe. You lived in luxury — marble countertops, a wide double door silver fridge, a patio… he knew he couldn’t compare to the lifestyle your father already had you in.

He wish he could but he couldn’t. He made enough on selling whatever he could but it was only enough for him, not a lifestyle like yours. He wouldn’t be able to provide for you like you needed. Even if he got a job, nothing could truly live up to your norm and he would hate for you to settle.

It was the reason that he never truly could actively pursue you like he wanted with a good conscience. How could he pursue you when you had everything you wanted and then some?

Even the fuzzy pink rug on your floor looked like it was worth a couple thousand. A glossy painting of you hung in the center of your living room and it caught his eye, the last time he was inside it wasn’t there.

“Isn’t it nice? Looks almost as cute as the real thing, Hm?” You teasing, putting a finger to your cheek.

He gave you a side eye with a smile so deep enough that you could see his dimple and it made your heart flutter.

You always thought he was cute just not boyfriend material. You weren’t even being judgmental but you heard about Eren long before you had met him. Just a boy who always wanted to get his dick wet and especially when he had pretty clients, you couldn’t take him serious. Even if you wanted to.

When he wasn’t being a flirt, he was a good friend, always came when you needed him, even if it was just for a ride. He was always so sweet and treated you better than any of your boyfriends.

“You think I should just settle for some pants instead of this then, huh?” You did a slight twirl. You could tell he really liked what you had on but just not today. Not where y’all was headed.

He clicked his teeth with his tongue, “Uhh…” He looked you over, his gaze lingering on all assets.

His knee was bouncing and he was getting up before he realized. He never been inside of your room, let alone your closet. So this was all new territory to him, yet he felt like he knew where everything was.

He don’t know why he loved seeing you in your pink moon boots but he knew he wanted to see them on you tonight. He peaked over his shoulder, looking at you briefly before looking over your closet again. “Hm,” He held out two different shirts, you chuckled.

“Maybe this one with the hearts to match the boots and then a nice mini skirt… not too short.” He knew how you liked to dress and you gave him a coy smile.

“Ya know what, Yeager? You’re cute.” You kissed his cheek before pushing him out the room to get dressed. You hate to admit you were feeling hot all over, most guys didn’t come into your room for anything but sex and even though you weren’t expecting him to come in and help you decide on something else he did. It was little. But more than you were used to.

Eren on the other hand, was trying not to palm his dick. Touching the soft fabric of your clothes and imagining them on your skin, had him gulping. He paced the living room before he heard small paws running up to him and yelping. A small bundle of golden tan fur ran up to him, scratching and sniffing the area around him.

“Princess!” You yelled, running out to get your little dog. “Sorry Eren, she loves new people.” You coo and tap the floor so that she comes running. “I’ll put her up and then we can go.” You scoop her up.

He stops you, “Let me meet my baby’s baby.” He ushers her out of your hand and into his own, a deep smile on his face as she licks his fingers.

You ignore what he says and how it makes your stomach flutter, you just cross your arms and watch. “She’s the cutest.” He tells you, staring you down with a hooded gaze. “Let’s get going, ‘kay?”

You nod, heading to put her into a crate so she can sleep until you get back.

He waits for you, even when you lock up your apartment, he opens the car door for you. You don’t know why but you feel like everything’s going to change tonight.

And Eren can feel it too.

————

It isn’t until you’re already there that you realize his hand was on your thigh the entire car ride. His touch leaving a trail of hotness and when he finally parked, your eyes wouldn’t leave your thigh. Was it weird that you were already missing his touch against your skin?

You heard a few people greeting him as he caught up towards the house behind you, he nodded to a few and did a half wave to some others.

“Birthday boy Yeager, finally! Being late to your own party, really man?” Connie greeted him and your body froze.

Eren didn’t mention it was his birthday. Connie didn’t even mention it when he invited you. You frowned and moved closer before squeezing Eren’s side.

A slight yelp, “The fuck was that for?” He asked, looking down at you with furrowed brows.

“It’s your birthday and you didn’t tell me? You were selling me weed on your birthday, driving me to your birthday party and didn’t bother to mention it?”

“It…skipped my mind.” He muttered, scratching the back of his head.

“You didn’t tell your girl your birthday?” Connie snickered. “You didn’t want any birthday sex? Mannn—“

Eren lightly jabbed Connie’s arm, “You know we’re just friends.”

But really, who could tell? Whenever you both were together, you both always stood so close together, sometimes even with his hand on your waist. Deep long stares and only focusing on each other.

“Rightttttt.” Connie laughs and waves you and Eren down to the basement. “So while the party’s upstairs… our real party will be right here, just the gang you know…” He explained while you looked over the place.

A comfy basement with a long couch and two loveseats, a few white garden chairs. A bong on the table that sat in the middle and a few bottles of alcohol. “Sooo, where is everyone?” You raised your eyebrows, arms folded against your chest.

Connie thinks for a moment before raising a finger, pulling out his phone and calling someone. “Yeahhh, hello?” You and Eren shared a glance before looking back at Connie. “Fuck, you gotta be kidding me… no, no, it’s fine,” Connie does an awkward smile to you both. “Alright. Yeah. See you soon.” He sighs.

“Fuck, I gotta go. Sasha said she needs me to get her. Then Jean too and… yeah… basically I think all those fuckers need a ride.” He explains. “Please make yourselves comfortable down here or upstairs, whatever. I’ll just be right back.” He jogs up the stairs and closes the door.

You feel awkward just standing so you smooth out a place on the loveseat and sit down.

But of course you weren’t planning on Eren sitting next to you. Cramped up and all in your space, his legs spread wide with almost little room for your legs. You stare at him, “Seriously?”

He does a sly smile, “I can’t sit next to you? You gonna deny me all tonight huh?”

Remembering it was his birthday, you just let him. His arm over your shoulder and pulling you in. “Fine… fine.” You mutter, pulling out some of the weed you brought from him earlier.

“Hey…lemme roll that for you.” He doesn’t wait for you to answer, he just does it. The shiny piercing on his tongue showing itself as he licked up the paper.

You squeezed your thighs, just watching him. He pulled out a lighter from his pocket and with a few clicks, he lit your blunt and took one long drag from it, finally handing it to you.

“Thanks…” You brought it to your lips and his eyes burned into yours. You inhaled, smiling as you felt it come over you. You hummed to yourself, your hooded eyes watching him as he watched you.

“How you feelin’?” You heard him ask, your body humming and you leaned closer into his touch. Your head laying on his shoulder.

“Good.” You responded shortly. “Just really good.”

“I’m glad to hear that baby.” His voice sounded closer but you ignored it. You smoked the blunt again and when you went to exhale, he pressed his lips to yours, just a small peck.

Briefly, you would’ve missed it if your eyes weren’t open.

“Been wanting to do that all day.” He rubbed a hand down his face. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay…” You swallowed. “You can do it again.”

It was all he needed. His hands grabbed your face gently and he pressed a small peck on your lips. Then again. His hands touch the skin of your thigh when he goes in a bit deeper. No more little kisses, he’s fully kissing you on the lips. “Must be the weed, hm? You’d never let me kiss you…fuck,” He sounds pissed but mainly at himself.

“I took like two puffs, I’m barely…buzzed. I just… I mean why not?” You ask aloud, looking at him. Maybe you were just tired of pretending that you didn’t want him. That you didn’t want this. You were horny and maybe a quick fuck to get him out of your system would be good for the both of you.

“You like playing with my heart huh? You know how I feel and…” He trails off. “You know I like you—“

“You don’t like me, you just wanna fuck me like everyone else.” You had a hard time believing that he had feelings for you, that he wasn’t like any of the others before him. You wave him off but he grabs your wrist.

He clicks his teeth before laughing, “No, no, no…Baby. You’re special to me. Just want you all to myself, always.”

You snort, “Yeah right…” But your body felt so hot and like you’re wearing too many clothes.

“Come sit on my lap pretty girl. Let me show you something.” He pats his lap and grabs your waist, tightly.

“Show me what?” You were curious but you knew that you wouldn’t be able to come back to being just friends if you did what he asked.

“How much I like you.” He lifted you with ease and in an instant, you were on him. You could feel just how big and hard he was under you. You swallowed, wrapping your hands around his neck.

“Well? Show me.” You smile, hotness rolling off the both of you in waves. He smiles before he brings you in and kisses you.

Moaning when he pulls you closer, jerking his hips up to yours. His hands exploring your body and his tongue enters your mouth, swirling around. Slipping his tongue in and out your mouth, sucking on yours. His hands traveling down your back until he gripped your butt, spreading and massaging them in his large palms before sliding them up and down your back.

He kisses the sides of your neck and you take another drag of the blunt, feeling your lungs expand and the sensation of his mouth and hands making you shiver. He grabs your hips and rolls his more into yours, the fabric of his denim jeans hitting your clit.

Breathing heavily you inhale and with shaky hands you pull him forward. Kissing him with the smoke still in your lungs, his cock throbbing in his pants, he’s trying not to be greedy but he wants you. Tracing up and down your shirt, slipping his fingers underneath.

He feels a bit giggly afterwards. With a dopey big grin on his face, “You’re so pretty. Like an angel.” You’re smiling so hard that your cheeks hurt but your pussy is pulsing and you need him.

“Eren… thank you. But I just… need… I need you to…Please just touch me. Please.” His hands roam again. His cock half hard in his pants and his hands on your hips, he makes you roll them against his again. You gape and gasp a bit, feeling how hard he is against your damp dainty panties.

His hands are under your skirt and he massages the bit of your butt and thighs, spreading and patting you. He kisses you full on the lip and sucks more on your tongue before pulling back, “You’re just so pretty.” His forehead is on yours and his eyes are eating you up.

Your clit pulses and throbs the more he rolls your hips against his and the way he’s digging his fingers into the skin of your butt and thighs, you’re groaning and sighing, “This feels so…” you wrap an arm around his neck. “Good.” You whisper in his ear and feel him shiver, you press small kisses up and down his neck. “You’re so hard…” You lick him, small and to the point. “Eren…I—“

“Shhh,” He stops your hips, that were now moving on their own. “Just keep doing what feels natural… what feels right. We can talk about all of this later. But now? Let me make you feel good, yeah? Wouldn’t you like that?”

And it’s the way that he says it, honestly, that makes your heart speed up and your panties even more wet before he slips them to the side.

“Holy shit, already? This wet, baby? Damn…” His fingers sticky just from a quick slip inside, your mouth open and your legs shaking. “Knew you couldn’t resist me.” You hear the sweet sounds of him fingering you, the wet noises echoing in the dark room.

“Fuck,” He mutters, flexing his fingers and twisting them inside. You clamp down on him and he bits his lip before kissing you, trying to keep you both quiet.

You lifted his shirt a little, looking at his stomach as he breathes in and out, his stomach muscles flexing. You smile to yourself, helping him out of his shirt before you trail your hand up and down his muscular chest and stomach. A semi thick patch of hair from his stomach and disappears down into his pants catches your attention and with a deep gulp your fingers dance lightly on his stomach until they disappear into his pants.

His breath hitches, “Your hands are so…whew,” His eyes are closed when you touch him, stroking him. “So damn soft. Too damn soft.” His hips jerk up at the contact of your hand against him.

“Has anyone ever—?” He doesn’t say it but licks his lips and sucks at his teeth.

“No, never…” Boys were too interested in sex never foreplay or oral. Some never even looked at your pussy.

He huffed, “Idiots. Want you to sit on my face, okay?” He could feel you twitching and your body freeze up.

“You’re so weird you know that?” You squeeze at his tip and he whined a bit, taking your wrist and taking it out of his pants.

“Hey, been thinking about it forever.” He have, he liked being your friend but he always thought about what’s between your legs. He always felt so guilty for it, this ulterior motive of his.

With your skirt still on, you move to hover over him. He breathes you in and groans out a deep “Fuck.” His tongue soaked in spit but he grabs at your thighs and slurps at your swollen clit. The heavy scent of your aroma wafting around his face.

Your thighs shaking as you rock your hips against him, but he wants to take things slow. Your juices all over his mouth and even a bit on his nose. You hated how greedy you were being. His tongue flicking at your stick clit and sucking on your lips.

“Eren! Faster…faster, please.” The cold metal piercing brushed against your clit and had you seeing stars so clearly that you tugged at his dark hair.

He liked the way his name sounded rolling off your tongue, even the way your mouth looked when you said it. Your lips: a work of art and your voice a song. So to be the one who’s listening and the one giving you this pleasure? He couldn’t help but smile to himself. To revel in it.

He chuckles listening to the soft moans of your pleads and begging, “No need to beg, don’t you know you own me? I’m yours. I’ll do whatever you say.”

His voice made you clench and he pressed small kisses up your slit before stretching you apart, “Think I can see you getting all wet for me…” His tongue dives in and your toes curl as he licks around the insides of you. Sucking at your folds and diving inside of your wetness, he moved one of his hands from your thighs and rubbed with two fingers on your achy clit. You shuddered, biting your lips.

He smiles looking at your pussy, so wet and pretty before he dives back in. Really just wanting to be covered in your scent. He gives a few more sucks, your hips raising and thrashing against his face.

“Baby,” The breath of his deep chuckle hitting your pussy and you shiver. “I’m leaking in my pants. I need you. Badly.”

He took his time but he laid you out on the couch, looking at the amount of your arousal that ran down your legs. He watched your pussy twitch, using his fingers he spread you open, clenching around the cool empty air. “Fuck,” you already looked fucked out and he haven’t even been inside of you yet.

Sliding his thick cock between your wet folds he felt you tremble. Tapping the head against your clit, he felt you jolt and he slowly slid inside of you. Your walls sucking him in and squeezing him tightly.

He groans, almost collapsing on top of you and you dig your nails into his back, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Wanted you for so long.” He kisses you quick and laced your fingers together, squeezing your hand. “It’s so wet inside of you, feels so fucking good.” Stretching and carving your insides to only fit his shape. Everything sounded underwater as he continued to pound inside of you. “You’re so perfect. So pretty. Fuck.” He angled his hips before thrusting faster inside of you. “So tight, so pretty, so mine.” He purred, licking up your throat and sucking; leaving a trail of hickies in his wake.

“Eren, oh god.” You breathe, worked up. He brings your legs from his waist and bring them closer to your head, forcing his cock even deeper inside of you.

“Think I’m in love withchu…” His thrusts are strong and now your feet dangling over your head, you couldn’t think straight. “But I think you already know that, hm? Think you love having me wrapped about your fingers.” Meeting every thrust he made, you felt a small bit of squirt splash and soak up his cock as he pulled it out before plunging back inside of you.

Your stomach is twisting and your toes curl heavenly as his dick continues, you push at his chest. “Wait! Eren…I…” You feel even more pressure in your gut and clench around him. “Please… no more.”

Your eyes are watery but Eren doesn’t care, instead he uses the pads of all his fingers and do deep aching rubs on your clit. Writing his name in your clit with your fingers, your thighs shake and then you’re finally cumming all over him and with a few more hard thrusts, he follows with a deep groan of your name.

He lays on top of you for a second to catch his breath before kissing you again. “I like you. Always have.” He huffed.

You bite back a smile. “I like you too…” You tell him shyly.

“He gets up and hands you your pretty panties with a smug look. “So will you be my girlfriend?”

You chuckle, “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be your girlfriend Eren.”

All Eren could think of was that this was his best birthday in a long while. He peppering kisses over your face.

“Alright… birthday boy, put some pants on.” You snicker, looking at his lower half.

“Oh right.”

I feel like the part two to this will go crazy

★ bestfriend!satoru who laughs when you ask casually how big he is.

'why d'you wanna know, hm?' the tone he uses isn't accidental, and it makes you roll your eyes.

"dunno. i'm curious? girls tell each other their bra sizes all the time."

satoru looks away, raises his chin and like the cheeky whore he is, challenges you. "too big for you to take."

nd god do you want to hate him for that answer, you'd like to slap him across the head and berate him for even thinking of saying something like that to you. but there's a sight in the forefront of your mind now, of your best friend having to force himself inside of you. you wonder if he's telling the truth, or just trying to rile you up... if he is that big, how many rounds would it take for you to take him to the base without crying? would you cry regardless? would he want you to?

"you're full of shit," you cross your arms and squeeze your thighs at the same time.

and satoru looks at you, takes in the weird way you're looking at him, like you've just had the most pornographic imagery play in your mind in which he's the star and you're the poor soul who won't be able to walk for a week—and he laughs. "what, you want to find out?"

you don't think best friends say yes to that kind of offer... but the lines always been blurred with satoru anyway.

"sure, gojo."

Sukuna got my stomach jumpin’ 😭😭😭

Imagine how much stamina jjk men has during sex, can you please make this a multi headcanon?😭😭

❛ RIDE IT LIKE YOU OWN IT! ❜

geto, toji, gojo, choso, sukuna. rating the jjk men stamina and how long they last.

warnings. mdni. fem! reader, multiple órgasms + rounds, dirty talk, praise, doggy, full nelson, daddy kink, unprotected s*x, pussydrunk men, breath play, squirting, breeding kink.

word count. 2.6k

☆ GOJO

without question, gojo could last for hours. many, many rounds. you’d be so drunk from his cock that by this point his moans start to grow even louder than yours.

“f-fuck, the way you fuck back against me,” he’d groan, his bottom lip pokes out before he’s got a mean grip on your hips. you’re just being drilled by this point from his dick, your head thwacking and hitting back and forth against the cushioned mattress. he’s so whiney, huffing and puffing as his eyes stared right at the mounds of your ass. you’d be slamming back into him, and your ears just ring from each individual spank he gives you. “how long ‘s been, baby—? gettin’ tired yet?”

“no,” you’d moan, and he’s buried balls deep, its like fatigue for him just wasn’t real. entirely nonexistent. gojo pivots his hips, rolling it against you while skimming his thumbs against your waist and you whine. “don’t s-stop.”

“wasn’t gonna,” he groans, and he feels the warmth of your feet wrap around his calves—you were speechless, mouth dangling open as he’s thrusting deep deep into you. “princess, y’know what you can do for me?” you swallow, feeling gojo lean in right up against your ass, one hand clinging onto your hip, another going between your legs. “play with yourself for me. remind me how much of a messy girl you are.”

“okay..” you’d whine, dragging a hand amidst your legs.

you wince at bit at the feeling of your thin panties sticking against you. gojo made you keep them on, lazily just pushing them towards the sides of your legs, all because he couldn’t wait. impatient.

whenever gojo would come home from day long missions, he’d give you bedroom eyes almost instantaneously. and you knew what that meant.

“s-satoru,” you’d babble, rubbing a few fingers against your clit, he’s got your head pressing into the mattress so good — small noises of surprised squeaks elicit from your throat. he made sure the arch you had was simply immaculate. your pussy continuously clenched around him, the girth of him easily stretching throughout your cunt. “fuckkk, fuck, right there.”

gojo gets off from your pleasure, and as he stares at your jerking body, he quickens his pace a bit more before uttering out a soft,

“oh…s-shittt,” and that’s when he feels you tighten up for a second. gojo’s breathing starts to pick up, thighs aching, and he knew exactly what was preparing to build up. “baby, fuck when…when you grip down on me like that ‘m gonna c-cum again.”

and he’s serious, deadly.

his base unremittingly whacks against your slick little entrance. your fingers were barely doing any sorts of stimulation because all the attention was going straight towards gojo’s mean rich thrusts. “damn, ya always jus’ milk me every—every fuckin’ time,” and as he spoke, he made sure to match his words with his hits against your cunt. “c-can’t stop ‘cause this pussy won’t let me.”

strands of spit trickled down the corners of your lips due to your mouth being open and you moaned, feeling gojo push you up—you’re matching his lewd rhythmic pace before he lets off a sharp gasp, dumping another load into you.

“g-god, you…you always know how to make a mess out of me,” he shudders, feeling every inch of his body grow staggeringly hot. such lengths of ropes — his cum fueled you up, it was sticky and you craved for more. gojo’s breathing was irregular, and yet he still wasn’t tired.

after all….he was the strongest.

so that meant, going again and again. even if that meant going all day, because one of gojo’s favorite things was to train your pussy, you.

☆ TOJI

his stamina would be equivalent to a horse. when toji fucks…he fucks.

“nah, don’t run now, y’er the one who’s been begging for me to give this pussy attention,” he’d gruff, and your tongue was just lolled all the way out — dragging and scraping against the fabric sheets of the bed.

toji treated you like a rag doll. you’d be pushed up against him, and he’s got you in full nelson. thick cock driving right into your cunt. you find your legs being all up in the air and you’re just whimpering frenetically.

“nasty girl. made me stop doin’ my sets jus’ to fuck ya. ‘oughta be ashamed of yourself,” and then you moan, feeling him pin his beefy arms around your neck to hold you gently in place. “got anythin’ to say? did all that talkin’ ‘n now y’er just radio silent. shame.”

“n-no,” you moaned, and you felt your knees buckle. toji’s fat cock buried deep against your walls, he hit everywhere, even the spots you didn’t even know existed. you were just dumbly bouncing on his lap — tongue stupidly rolled out with your breath hitching. “fuckkk, ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum, daddy.”

“who?”

you grew sub substantially quiet, the only sounds running out of your mouth were your quiet shaky breaths.

toji’s got you in a firm safe headlock, softly bringing a hand to squeeze against your right tit, another toying against your slick entrance before he slyly murmurs against your ear, “aw. no back talk now? tell me what you jus’ called me, baby. or you won’t get to cum on me.”

chest heaving, you swallowed whatever pride you had left, shifting your hips a bit to feel how deep he was stuffed into you before you whined. “i-i called you daddy.”

“yeah you did,” he chuckles with a low rasp, sheer bass coating his tone entirely. you felt so small. he’s so strong, lifting you up and down to just buck and jolt on his fat cock—skin sharply ricocheting against his thigh each time you make directly contact.

“you don’t gotta be shy around me, doll,” he mutters, fingers softly curling around your neck. you were pressed up against his chest and toji slows you down with one hand attached to your hip.

another swiftly gets ahold of your chin before he slips a middle finger right into your mouth. he lowly guffaws, feeling you suck on it before replying, “i’ve always liked my women a little nasty for me.”

for a brief second, you were in the midst of catching your breath.

exhaling a low sigh against toji’s pecs that you laid on. he showcases a snarky grins, pressing a kiss against the left side of your neck. “oh come onnn, don’t tell me your legs gave out already,” and then he starts to rub against your clit again. you gasp, moaning before he also gives it a playful spank. “baby, it was only like what . . six rounds? damn, guess you really are a weakling.”

☆ SUKUNA

“…woman, you—you’re so foolish,” he groans, and the curse laid back with a clenched jaw, tightened pecs, and a left hand stuck against your left hip like glue. “keep fuckin’ me like that and ‘m gonna get you pregnant.”

“get me pregnant then,” you whine, leaning in to kiss him.

sukuna grunts, bringing the left temple of your ass a rough spank before he returns the kiss. he glides his tongue alongside yours, warm breath colliding with your own. your tongue slides near his fangs and he lets off a soft groan the more you grind your hips forward towards him in such a way.

after a while, he pulls back before staring at you. his hair was messy and ruffled.

beads of sheeny sweat race down the sides of his forehead before he breathes, “you’re so stupid,” and he traces both of his thumbs against your ass, watching your cunt swallow his thick inches wholeheartedly. “course you want that. you want me to fill you again, princess—?”

“yeah, that’s why i t-told you to get me pr—”

“watch your fuckin’ mouth, little girl,” sukuna chastised, kissing the fat of your ass with another spank. “don’t forget who you’re speakin’ to.”

just as you were about to roll your eyes, you gasp once he reaches a certain sensitive spot. shortly afterwards ; you whine from the incoming sting before you rock your hips at a much more hastened pace.

it’s probably been hours, and of course, sukuna had stamina for hours, days . . perhaps years, after all it is sukuna.

you’d be lucky that he didn’t break your pussy with his thick cock. just him easing his way inside of you, aligning himself gently just so it’d be easier that way—yet you still felt every ambrosial sweetened inch. “f-fuck ‘kuna,” you’d whimper, gradually slowing your hips down.

his jaw clenches again, and his eyes linger down to witness your hips, its rotating against him in such a sloppy slow way—you grind against his lap in response and it makes his head spin.

“d-damn,” he’d swallow, and that was probably the first time you’ve made sukuna stutter. your pussy gripped around him tightly, so much force that it made your ears ring and pop. “got so much cum to flood into your nasty cunt, better be grateful ‘n take every drop,” and then his voice pitches once he brings you closer towards his face with a cold grimacing glare. “wipe that fuckin’ smirk off your face.”

“make me.” you giggle, leaning in to kiss the left side of his lip.

yet you regret even saying that because within a blink of an eye — sukuna’s already got you flipped over on your stomach. he’s already preparing to jostle his hardened dick right back into you where it belongs. “i’ll fuckin’ make you,” and then he kisses his teeth, watching you teasingly wriggle your ass from excitement before growing quiet once he finished his words. “let’s see you take both of my cocks since you wanna be all big ‘n bad, whore.”

☆ GETO

his stamina comes out of nowhere . .

you’d end up teasing geto a bit too much and he just takes it out on your pussy. until the room’s entire smell is filled with nothing but a sweetened mixture of your natural scent of his lavished cologne scent that went against your nose each time.

“fuckkk, we gotta work on this arch of yours, baby,” geto chuckles.

you’re on all fours, staring at how dumb you look in the reflection of the mirror.

geto’s propped up behind you with the smuggest grin on his face, watching your body practically go limp—you moaned, feeling each ridge and edge of his cock prod against the insides of your pussy. he studies the curve of your ass with a toothy grin before using one hand to caress your hip, guiding you with the suaveness of his voice. “bend all the way back for me, yeahhh.”

his voice went so low, it made you throb. geto could do doggystyle on you for hours on end. until his legs would cramp up — but even then, he’d be too pussy drunk to halt. just a few seconds insides your gummy walls, he might as well be living in there at that point.

“s-suguruuu,” you’d moan, the thin sheets of fabric shocking against your perky nipples.

“don’t suguruuu me unless you’re about to cum, princess,” he whispers. his voice was soothing, yet so dirty. whenever he spoke to you like that, in such sass, it never failed to make you throb. he knew how to get under your skin each time and you hated it.

but at the same time . . it turned you on, and geto of all people knew that. he’s so deep, pumping you full of inches to where you’re just inanely bouncing against the spring mattress. “and you’re not about to cum yet, are ya?”

“n-no,” you’d whine, and he smiles at the subtle faint frustration in your tone. by this point, geto’s doggystyle turned into prone bone. he’s all up and pressed against your ass. such ruthless vigorous thrusts against you, you’re drooling for more of his bulky girth, more of his inches.

geto mocks the disappointed pout you had, and you saw through the mirrored reflection. he was such a tease. “exactly, baby” he purrs before giving the back of your tank top a slight tug—you bump up against him and the very tip of his cock kisses your g-spot. you moaned loudly at the feeling of how snuggly fit inside before you feel geto spill a thick load right into your pussy. “f-fuck, but i am..”

☆ CHOSO

with choso, it’s safe to say you probably wouldn’t be walking in the morning.

he’s sweet and gentle, yet once you whine to him how you want him to be a little bit more rough for once — he complied almost immediately.

“okay, okay,” he sibilates through gritted teeth, and choso would gently pick you up, in preparation to fuck you that way. he’s sweet and tender, choso realigns himself before your arms sling around his neck and he grunts hearing the squelching ‘pop’ your pussy hummed. “don’t look at me like that, ‘m trying..”

you giggle, cupping his face to kiss the top of his nose and instantly. choso’s face grows flustered. yet his entire demeanor changed once he was balls deep, fucking you while standing up as if he wasn’t just so timid and apprehensive a literal moment ago.

“oh my goddd,” you’d whine, feeling big hands of his rub against your waist. his touch was so gingerly, grazing down your spine with a few simple fingers. his dick went deep—you panted, and choso’s ears heat up once he heard your moans directly next to his ear. “riiight there, choso. f-fuck me there.”

“praise me m-more, princess,” he mewls, his head throws back as he holds you up. you clamp down on him so good. strings of your own slick and droplets of his cum from previous rounds going against his base . . choso’s struggling to keep his eyes open. “fuckin’ sloppy, so—good,” he huffs, and you’re just slamming back down against him in the process. “tell me how good ‘m doin’ for you, please.”

as you bounced against him, your breath hitched before you snuck a kiss against his lips. “you’re doing great, baby.”

“—yeah?” he pouts. you were so warm inside, it made his head swell. choso was so lenient yet so needy for more of your praises. he’d eat them up every time. just hearing you whisper in that sweet soft voice of yours that he was making you feel good. he didn’t care if he finished - he cared whether you finished, and that was more than enough to satisfy him.

“yeah.” you reply, and he finally returns the kiss, its more sloppy than usual. his tongue breezily brushes against yours, he moans right into your mouth before he feels himself starting to bottom out.

choso’s so vocal, letting off such the sluttiest moans and whimpers into your mouth—you remain with your arms wrapped around him, jerking up and down against him as he’s got you. “f-fuck,” he’d gasp, feeling his thighs ache before he shifts his heels a bit. a few steps and you’re pinned right up against the wall.

shaky legs of yours snake around his waist before he hears you let off the most candied moan, more so… an orgasm. he didn’t even know you were close, and yet he looks down once he feels your entrance soak all over him.

choso pants, still carrying you before murmuring in a hoarse reticent voice, “d-did you just squirt?”

you’re in the middle of catching your breath before your bottom lip quivers. useless legs dangling alongside his waist before you huff out a shaky breath. “y-yes.”

“oh,” he murmurs before staring into your eyes, “can you do it again?” he pouts, and he’s still buried to the hilt inside of you—you let off a soft noise once choso brings you close to his chest, licking against your ear before whining off a needy, “…please?”

NSFW!!

sakusa eats pussy messily. you never thought it would be something you’d experience with the way he is, but the quiet ones are always full of surprises.

sakusa takes extra precautions with everything. he can’t even do skin-to-skin contact for too long, so you assumed that’s how your sex life would be when you started dating him. 

you were pleasantly mistaken, nonetheless. 

this man is absolutely in awe when you spread your legs wide for him, pussy practically glistening, and he’s trying his best not to go completely feral. it starts with little licks up and down your slit, but when you start to whimper, whine, and rock your hips against his face. he can’t help it.

he spits directly onto your clit before licking it eagerly, ensuring nothing drips. then he hooks his arms under your thighs, pulling you flush against his mouth till he can’t breathe in anything but your scent. his tongue moves viciously over your bud, stimulating something inside you. he wants to slow down when hearing your breath hitch and feeling your legs begin to shake, but it all makes his cock twitch a little too much. it’s exciting, and he can’t stop now, not when your delicious juices are about to spread all across his face.

when you do cum he doesn’t stop there, he laps up your juices and begins slobbering on your sensitive bud, tongue prodding at your hole, and he’d even occasionally give the lips a little suck. you beg for him to stop, it’s truly too much, but he’s in his own world. you then have to push his head away from your sore cunt for him to get the hint and when he sits up to look and your post-nut figure, he smiles proudly. you, on the other hand, can’t help but laugh. 

a mix of spit and your juices cover his chin, and when your eyes peer down at his sweatpants, you can’t hide the smirk. the little dark spot and pulsing bulge told you more than you needed to know, and you wanted him in your mouth right then and there.

He's a Magic Man

Ohhhh, he's got the magic hands

Eddie x Fem!Reader

Description: You and Eddie have been friends for years, neither of you willing to admit you had begun to crush on one another until one night your usual smoke and chill session gets a little steamy

Warnings: NSFW/18+ ONLY, SMUT with an attempt at minor plot, minors DNI, praise kink, slight degradation kink/dirty talk, van sex, reader uses she/her pronouns, no use of y/n, use of pet names, drug use, f/m!oral receiving, fingering, teasing, choking, unprotected p in v, light anal play, creampie, touch of fluff at the end

A/N: I haven't written anything in a very long time, let alone smut, but like many of us on this hell site, the Eddie Munson brain rot has a very tight grip on me so I decided to give in. After not having a good idea for this for a couple weeks, it all spilled out of me very quickly. There was an attempt at proofreading. If this is well received, maybe I'll make this kind of thing a habit.

Word count: 3924

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It was a crisp evening, but not so much you couldn’t leave the van doors open as you and Eddie sat opposite each other on the back edge, passing a joint between the two of you. The mixtape you made faintly plays from his stereo, just loud enough to hear but not enough to impede on the atmosphere. You leaned back against the wall of the van after passing the joint back to him, staring up at the stars as you exhaled, smoke gently floating above you. 

“Hey,” Eddie’s raspy voice breaks your daydream, bringing your attention back to the joint in his hand. You smiled and took it back from him, delicately placing it between your lips and taking another puff. “Whatcha thinkin about, Princess?” He takes the joint again, cocking his head to the side as he studies you.

“Nothin’ in particular…” you start, returning your gaze to the sky, “I just love when the sky is this clear.” You nod your face upward, driving Eddie to follow your gaze. A sea of stars shine above you, softly glinting against the night sky. Eddie hums in approval as he hits the joint again, chasing it with the final sip of his beer.

This had been a frequent ritual for you two for a while, grabbing a meal and smoking together. Usually it was at his trailer, but it was such a nice night you both decided it would be more fun parking by the lake with a six pack and a pizza. Summer was over and autumn was rolling in so you had to savor the nice weather before it fully gave way to the cold of the oncoming winter. The pizza box was shoved against the driver's seat, its contents long devoured, the six pack now a four pack.

The next track on the mixtape starts and it's Magic Man by Heart. Eddie groans, handing the joint back to you and moving like he's gonna skip it. 

You grab the joint and immediately box him in place with your legs. "Don't you dare, Munson. This is a good fucking song and you know it," you snap at him.

"It's pop rock! It's not my style," he retorts, already accepting that he's not gonna escape from where your legs planted him.

"Have you even listened to that guitar solo? You can't tell me that isn't cool as fuck!"

Eddie scoffs, "I guess it's okay." At this point he was just playing with you, he loved when you got riled up over something you were passionate about. The way your body language would become noticeably more animated reminded him of how he'd get the same way with certain subjects.

You catch his smirk and give him a playful shove with your legs before retracting them and crawling next to where he sat in the van, settling next to him as you took another long drag from the quickly dwindling joint. You exhale the smoke at Eddie in an act of defiance as you hand it back to him. "You're so full of shit, Eddie," you chide playfully.

Eddie gives you a sly smile, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and watching you with those soft brown eyes, slightly hazy from the weed. He takes one last long drag before stuffing the roach in his empty can beside him. Holding in the smoke, he turns to you, letting his confidence lead his next move as he gently slid his finger along your jawline and lifts your chin slightly. He brushes the tip of your nose with his and as if you read his mind, your lips part to let him shotgun the smoke to you, his lips grazing over yours.

He pulls back just enough to take in your face, checking to see if his sudden bravado was misplaced as you exhaled only to be met with a satisfied smile. You touch his face, closing the gap again only this time your lips fully meet with his. Eddie melts into your touch, deepening the kiss as you snake your fingers through his messy curls. He slips his tongue out to trace over your lips and you open them, inviting him into your mouth and clashing your tongue against his, twisting and tasting each other. A mix of weed, PBR, and a lingering hint of pepperoni. After a long moment you both break to catch your breath, foreheads pressed together.

"Eddie Munson, you have no idea how long I've waited for you to do that," you laugh, cradling his face in your hand.

He chuckles back, his hand sliding under your hoodie to caress your side before it comes to rest on your hip, fingers playing at the hem of your shirt. "Glad to know it isn't just me, sweetheart."

His lips meet yours again, both of you allowing the hunger between you to peek out as your mouths smash together. You move to straddle him, sucking on his bottom lip and not breaking the kiss as you settle on his lap. Eddie's hands grasp your hips roughly as you give him a little grind, causing him to moan into your mouth. He slides his hands down to your ass, encouraging you to grind into him again.

You feel his growing erection through his jeans and the friction causes you to break the kiss to release a gasp. Eddie takes the opportunity to bury his face against your neck, biting and sucking on your throat, small dark marks peppering your skin. Both of your arms slide around Eddie's neck, hands tangling in his long hair and holding him against you as his continued assault makes you whine with need for him. 

He glides a hand under your shirt and you can feel him grin against your neck when he realizes you didn't wear a bra tonight. "God you're incredible," he mumbles into you as he cups one of your breasts and squeezes, teasing your nipple between his calloused fingers.

You pull back to shrug your hoodie off your shoulders and he responds by shoving off his leather jacket and battle vest, tossing them aside. Grabbing at the hem of your shirt, you lift it over your head, adding to the growing pile of discarded clothing beside you.

Eddie sits back to take in the view, both his hands sliding along your sides before each claiming a tit and kneading the flesh in his hands, eliciting a moan from you. He shoves his face between them; biting, kissing, sucking, feasting on you like a man starved.

Your own hands slip under his shirt in response, feeling the gentle indents of muscle along his abdomen and chest. "Oh god Eddie… I want you so bad," you gasp, still grinding your heat against him.

"Yeah baby?" He huffs against your chest between bites and kisses, "gonna make you feel real good tonight, Princess." Eddie reaches a hand down to fumble at your belt and pants, loosening the button and zipper just enough to give him access. "Jesus Christ, you're already so wet," he moans against you as he slides a finger along your slick slit, overcome by how much of a mess you already are. "This all for me, baby?" He asks as he leans back from you slightly, meeting your eyes.

You bite your bottom lip and nod in response. "Been thinking about fucking you a long time Eds," you grip his shoulders, gently digging your nails into his skin, "thinking about how your fingers would feel…" 

Eddie continues to tease your pussy, just sliding his finger along your lips and collecting your arousal, watching you with amusement as you shudder in response. "Thinking about how your mouth would feel," you continue, twisting your fingers in his necklace as you lean forward to nibble at his ear lobe, his thumb finds your clit and rubs soft circles against it, earning another moan from you "Thinking about your cock inside me." You emphasize the last sentence by roughly cupping his straining bulge through his jeans. 

Eddie groans, dipping his finger into your heat as you press against him. He worms his fingers into your hair and grasps it tightly, using it to gently tug you upright in his lap again so he can look at your face. "I can't wait to feel this tight little cunt gushing on my cock, baby." He slides a second finger inside you, briefly mimicking your face as your mouth drops into an O shape, his fingers curling inside you, "but first I want to taste you." After a few more pumps of his fingers, he pulls his hand from your pants, the loss making you whine in protest. He brings them to his mouth and sucks your juices off them with a pop, humming contentedly. "Fuck, I bet it's even better straight from the source." He stares at you, licking his lips hungrily.

With his arm around you Eddie lays you down on the pile of blankets he keeps in the van, managing to stay slotted between your legs as he does so. He leans down to kiss you, twisting his tongue around yours as he reaches down to undo his own pants and give his straining erection some breathing room. He straightens up long enough to pull his shirt over his head before falling back over you and begins to trail kisses and bites down your body, pausing to give your breasts some dedicated attention before continuing down your abdomen and leaving a few more marks in his wake.

He slides your jeans and underwear down as he bites along your hips, only stopping to lift your legs over his shoulder so he can fully remove your remaining clothes. He settles himself back between your legs, laying on his stomach as he kisses and nibbles your inner thighs, working his way to your puffy lips. Eddie watches you as he drags the flat of his tongue up your slit and punctuates it by sucking on your clit. 

You arch against him, moaning loudly, and you can tell how pleased he already is with himself when he hums against your sensitive nub before pulling away. "Look at this pretty pussy, s’wet and ready for me." He gives another lick, light and teasing this time.

"Mmm Eddie… please," you whine, bucking your hips towards him in a needy gesture as he stills your movement.

Eddie flashes you a devilish smile, "Please what, Princess?" He teases, kissing just out of reach from where you truly want him. "I want to hear you say it."

You bite your lip, feeling your heart pound in anticipation, "Eat my pussy, Eddie, please."

"That's my good girl." Eddie rewards you with a few heavy licks through your folds, gently sucking on them between laps. He begins to alternate between lapping at your arousal and sucking your clit, his large hands gripping your thighs as he settles into a rhythm that has you practically screaming for him.

"Oh my god Eddie!" you gasp as you instinctively roll your hips against his face, one of your hands reaching down to tangle in his hair as the other slides over one of the hands on your thighs, intertwining your fingers with his. 

Eddie moans against you, tongue-fucking your hole as your moans continue to build. "You taste so fuckin good, baby." He's already so pussy drunk and you can see it in his eyes when he looks up at you, bringing his mouth back to your clit as he slides two of his fingers into you. "I could eat this pussy all night."

His words make you crumble. "Eddie… fuck! I'm s'close!" you whine. "Please don't stop!" You can feel the cool metal of his rings kiss your entrance with every pump of his fingers. The pornographic sound of your wet squelching mixed with your moans fills the van. Before long your walls are clenching his fingers so hard he can barely move them inside you, still pulling and grasping his hair as you ride out your orgasm on his face. A whining, blubbering mess as you hold onto his head for dear life. It feels like minutes before your body calms down, Eddie not stopping his movements until he's sure your climax has passed.

He kisses your inner thigh and looks up at you, face glistening with your cum and the biggest smile on his face.  "That sounded like a good one, Princess," he cooed, admiring your fucked out expression as he gently slides his fingers over your sopping wet lips, making you twitch and whine from the slight overstimulation.

"I don't think I've ever cum that hard from being eaten out," you pant, reaching up to push the sweat matted hair from your forehead. Eddie responds with a self satisfied laugh as he plants more kisses on the inside of your thighs. You reach out for him, beckoning him toward you and Eddie obliges, crawling back up your body to lock his swollen pink lips with yours. You can taste yourself on him and it just turns you on more, causing you to squeeze your knees against his hips. "Eddie…" you breathe between kisses, "I need you to fuck me."

Eddie moans into you. You trail a hand down his body, slipping into his boxers and closing it around his hard length, gasping at the feel of his girth. Eddie thrusts into your hand, whining and moaning as you stroke him. He reaches down to shove his pants down, kicking them off his legs once they get far enough and leans back on his knees to push his boxers off, letting his cock spring free. You fully take in his size for the first time, almost overcome with need for him. 

"Christ Eddie, you're so big…" you marvel, propping yourself up and leaning forward to take him in your hands again. "Where have you been hiding this fuckin’ thing?" You joke as you stroke his length, not really looking for an answer.

Eddie lets out a hiss as you lick the precum beading on his tip, but before he can think of a response you're taking him in your mouth and causing his brain to short circuit. His hands slide along your shoulders and neck as you move to take a long lick from base to tip, pursing your lips together as you push him back in your mouth. One of his hands settles on the back of your head to guide you as you bob on his cock, taking in as much as you dare. Eddie gives a few gentle thrusts before he has to stop you, pulling his cock out of your mouth with a pop. "I'm not gonna last if I let you keep this up," he leans down to kiss you again before he reaches over to dig in the back pocket on the passenger seat. A look of frustration draws across his face when he doesn't find what he's looking for. "Fuck… I think I'm out of condoms," he groans in annoyance.

You gently shove him back, guiding him to flip positions so you're back on top of him, his frustration giving way to curiosity as you settle in his lap again. "I'm on the pill, Eddie," you whisper as you kiss and suck along his jawline. You drag your wet heat over his length firmly and Eddie grabs your ass, a shuddering moan escapes his lips as his head drops back and he ruts against you. You move to the other side of his face, still planting little love bites to his jawline and neck, "I want to feel you fill me up."

"Jesus H Christ, baby, you're gonna be the death of me saying shit like that," Eddie growls. He lifts your hips slightly before grabbing his cock and lining himself up with your entrance, swirling his tip in your arousal a few times before guiding you back down on his lap. His eyes are fixated on where you two connect as he watches his cock disappear inside you, the sounds of your moans almost drowning out the mixtape still playing in the background.

You take a moment to adjust, feeling that satisfying burn of how well his cock stretches and fills you. Biting your lip and anchoring your hands on his shoulders, you slowly rise and fall on his lap, both of you groaning together at the delicious friction. Eddie's thumb finds your clit again and starts rubbing in those gentle circles, quickening your pace. Your hand slides into his hair, pulling his face into your chest. He kisses your breasts, alternating between them and sucking on your nipples, rolling his tongue against them as he does.

His free hand kneads the flesh of your ass as you bounce on him. He pauses his assault on your chest to look up at you, his previously soft brown eyes now dark and full of lust. "Look at you coming apart for me, baby. Desperate little slut for my cock," he coos against you. The hand on your ass slides a little lower and inward as Eddie teases a finger over the tight hole as if to test your response. The jolt of electricity it sends through you has you grinding harder on his dick, ragged moans escaping your lips. Eddie growls in approval, reaching further to collect the slick from between you two before continuing his probing, adding more pressure as he dips the tip of his middle finger in. "Bet you'd like me to fuck this tight little hole too. Ruin this perfect little ass." The hand that was rubbing your clit slides up the back of your neck, Eddie pulling you in close as he bites and sucks at your jugular.

The sound you make in response is feral, your whole body vibrates against him as the combined stimulation has you riding him hard. "Fuck Eddie! Gonna cum," your grip on his hair tightens and he hisses at the feeling of your walls squeezing around him.

"Cum for me, baby, wanna feel you soak my cock." His encouragement is all you need, falling over the edge as you clench tightly around him. Eddie groans, struggling to hold back because he's not done with you yet, rolling his hips with yours as you ride out your orgasm. Your moans are deep and loud, feeling your clit press against the tuft of hair above his crotch as he grinds into you. Your spasms soften and before you realize what's happening, Eddie's rolling you on your back, supporting your hips against his to keep himself inside you.

Eddie hitches his arms under your knees and begins to pound into you roughly, another moan escaping your mouth with every snap of his hips into you. "God look at this pretty pussy, taking my cock so well," he groans at the sight of you before him, a fucked out, blubbering mess as he hurtles you towards another orgasm. "Who would have guessed you'd be such a filthy little slut?" He sucks in his bottom lip as he drops one of your legs gently, sliding his hand around your throat and waiting for confirmation before applying pressure. You slide a hand over his, pressing it into your throat as you whine softly and nod, giving him the consent he asked for. As his grip tightens, your hand slides from his to trace along his forearm before falling back above your head as you arch your back, panting desperately from the ecstasy of his touch.

"Fuuuuuck," Eddie groans, mouth hung open as he leans forward, nearly bending you in half after pushing the leg he was still holding up to his shoulder. His thrusts become ruthless, gently gripping your throat as he locks his lips with yours in a passionate, sloppy kiss. "I'm getting close, baby. Gonna fill this pussy up until you're dripping with me." His moans are almost as ragged as yours, his thrusts hard and deep.

You lock your legs around his hips, your hands finding purchase in his curls again and you hold him against you. "God, give it to me, Eddie. Fuck!" You feel your third orgasm edging closer as Eddie releases your throat and brings his hand to your hip, changing the angle just enough that he's consistently ramming at that sweet spot inside you.

Between your moans and the fluttering of your walls around him, Eddie knows how close you are. He keeps up his pace, not willing to let himself cum before you but feeling his control slipping. "Come on, baby, give me one more, wanna feel you cum again." He reaches between you to rub your clit again and before you know it you feel that coil snap, screaming his name and digging your nails into his back. "Thaaaat's a good girl," he praises, still rubbing your sensitive nub. The spasms and tightness of your pussy are all too inviting and Eddie shudders as his own release washes over him, spurts of cum painting your walls as he continues to fuck you through both your orgasms, milking everything he's got into you. Breathing heavily, he collapses on you gently, trying not to crush you under his weight, his cock still buried inside you. He nuzzles into your neck and smiles as you rub his back.

"God, Eddie, that was incredible," you pant, kissing his forehead. 

Eddie smiles and kisses your chest, propping himself up on his elbows and planting another kiss on your lips. "I've been wanting to fuck you like that since last year," he says before gently pulling out of you, watching as some of his cum begins to seep out of your cunt. He reaches for his boxers and uses them to clean you both up before tossing them aside again and settling in beside you.

"Should have shotgunned me then you big dork, we could have been fucking like this all year," you playfully nudge him.

"I didn't think you'd be into me! I know we’re friends, but who wants to date the town freak?" Eddie shrugs, his insecurities showing.

You smile warmly at him, sliding your hands over his face and pulling him in for a sweet kiss. “Guess you found the girl that wants to date the freak.”

He wraps his arms around you, feeling you melt into his chest, a face splitting smile stretches across his lips, “Seems like I did, sweetheart.” Eddie pulls back slightly and lifts your chin to look at your face, grinning as he's met with your look of contentment. "My girl," he coos as he bends his head down to kiss you tenderly.

"My freak," you respond with another deep, passionate kiss. Both of you laugh as he gives you a playful shove before pulling you back against his chest, tucking your head under his chin. Finally becoming aware of the contrast of the chilly night air against your warm, sweaty bodies, you pull Eddie tighter against you. “Hey Eddie?”

“Yeah?” he responds, feeling you shiver.

“I think it’s time we head back to your place,” you smirk and wiggle against him, “maybe we’ll find the energy for a second round.”

You feel Eddie’s heart skip a beat in his chest. “Don't have to tell me twice, Princess.” Eddie feels like he’s gonna be wearing that grin all weekend as you both throw your clothes back on for the drive back to the trailer.

I usually don’t like the omega/alpha verse but ts was nice

"MINE, MINE, MINE."

pairing: alpha!geto x omega!fem!reader summary: your doctor won’t refill your prescription until you’ve reset your cycle. you’re desperate for that refill, but geto’s not having it. content: MDNI (18+ ONLY), a/b/o dynamics, nsfw, dubcon? (reader doesn’t want a heat but it’s medically necessary (LMAO what)), established relationship, unprotected sex, breeding, praise, pet names, knotting, slight manipulation, dacryphilia, somnophilia, spit, blood, oral (fem!receiving), so much licking and smelling?, geto and reader are just downright feral LMAO, lmk if i missed anything. a/n: have y’all figured out that i have a breeding kink yet… anyway, this is the first a/b/o fic that i’ve ever written but i just read one and was feeling *inspired*. if people want i might do a prequel sort of thing for this that goes more in-depth about how they met and stuff. lmk! also, i have a vampire gojo fic planned hehe get ready bbs. and remember, AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED! divider credit to: @cafekitsune wc: 5.2k

“No.” 

No? You shift in your seat, cold and plastic, sure you must have heard him wrong. 

“I’m sorry?” you ask. You press your tongue to the roof of your mouth, an anxious habit.

“I can’t refill the prescription. I’m sorry, but, frankly, it would be completely irresponsible of me to do so. I’m shocked your previous physician prescribed them for so long.” Fingers find yours and twine them together. Your eyes flash to Geto, but he’s only staring at your new doctor, staring with that furrow in his brow he only gets when he’s worried.

Your new, soon-to-be old, doctor sighs again, running a hand through his thinning white hair. “You need to have a heat as soon as possible, allow your body to recalibrate. Indefinite use of suppressants is dangerous and unhealthy. They are meant to manage your cycles, not stop them altogether.” 

Sweat beads on your palms. He can’t be serious. But it’s his first opinion. Surely there’s another option.

“I-I’m sorry, doctor. I don’t think I’m understanding.” 

Another glance at Geto reveals that he’s frowning now. When his eyes find yours you see the decision there, one he’s already made without you. Your stomach drops.

The doctor sighs and suddenly the walls of the office feel small, tight, suffocating. The twinge of alcohol and chemicals in the air makes your nose scrunch. “Let me say this clearly. I will not refill your prescription for suppressants, nor will any other reputable physician. You have been taking them continuously for far too long. You risk permanent damage should you delay a proper cycle any longer.” The doctor glances to Geto, then back to you. “Go home with your alpha and allow nature to take its course. It’s what’s best.” 

Your eyes widen with realization– you are not leaving this office with what you came for. Your heart pounds and your palms sweat. “Th-that can’t happen, doctor. I need my suppressants. My job- I can’t be out that long a-and Geto can’t either, we–” 

“We will go home,” Geto interrupts, and his tone is final. “Thank you, doctor, for the advice.” 

Geto pulls you to your feet, gently but firmly. He leaves no question about the fact that you’re leaving. You can feel the intensity radiating off him in waves. You ignore it. You turn to your new doctor, silently smiting him. Why did your old one have to retire?

“Doctor, you don’t underst–” 

“Thank you again,” Geto interrupts.

Before you can make another sound, another protest, Geto pulls you through the door, out of the office, and back to the car. He opens the door for you, as he always does, except this time you’re not so eager to accept his chivalry. 

“Suguru,” you bite out. His eyes meet yours, but they are surprisingly gentle. So calm. How is he always calm? 

“Just get in, baby. We’ll talk about it in the car.”

You debate saying no, but you can’t bring yourself to start a fight when he’s being so good. You grumble when you climb in, buckling your seatbelt before Geto can do it for you.

The engine revs to life, but you hardly notice. You’re already scrolling your phone, the search bar reading a simple and straightforward “doctors offices near me”. You scroll right past the first ten, for once in your life wanting a doctor that’s a little sketchy. You scroll further– still not sketchy enough. Someone who’ll give you the prescription you need, even if it’s not necessarily… ethical. Or maybe you could get some on the street? Surely there was some kind of dealing ring for that. There was a dealing ring for everything, right?

“What are you doing?” His voice is soft, but his fingers are tight around the steering wheel, skin stretched tight across his knuckles.

You lift your phone to your ear, dialing the first office that looked relatively shitty enough. “Getting a second opinion,” you answer. 

Suguru plucks the phone so swiftly from your fingers that you hardly even notice it’s gone. You see him end the call and slip it into his back pocket, out of your reach. 

“Hey!” You scramble across the center console, hopelessly grabbing at your lost phone, your last hope. 

Suguru grabs your wrist, restraining you far too easily for your liking. “You’re not getting it back,” he says. His eyes never leave the road. 

Your brows pinch and anger boils in your stomach. “This is not for you to decide. It’s my body.”

He glances at you, unconcerned. Still calm. “And you’re not in a headspace to be making a responsible decision about it, so I’m making it for you.”

Your jaw drops and you pry your wrist free of his grasp. You escape, but you know it’s only because he allows it. “I am of perfectly sound mind, thank you.” 

He shakes his head and sighs. “You’re blinded by desperation.” 

“It’s still not for you to decide!” When you don’t notice any change in his expression, you switch tactics– from anger to honesty. You let your face fall, let your true feelings creep through. “You know how much I hate it, Su.” 

Finally, he cracks. It’s instantaneous, the way he melts for you- the way the soft smile finds his lips and his hand finds yours, twining your fingers together. “I know, but you have to, baby. You heard the doctor.” 

You clench your jaw and avoid the sting of tears behind your eyes. You had heard the doctor, but you weren’t ready. Maybe next month, when you’d had more time to mentally prepare. 

Your skin crawled. You hated it, hated this. You hadn’t had a heat in years, avoiding them like the plague. You hated how vulnerable they made you, how they put you at the mercy of another. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Suguru– you did. You trusted him more than anyone, anything, but you still hated the feeling of being so completely helpless, so completely out of control, even if it was Suguru you were submitting to. 

For most of your life, you’d successfully hidden your omega status. With the help of suppressants, you’d passed as a beta until your early twenties. Then you met Geto. 

You’d met at work. He was cute, beautiful even, you’d thought, but he screamed alpha– and alphas could be dangerous, especially for hiding, unclaimed omegas like you. You’d stayed away as long as you could and, for a while, you were quite successful. You avoided him in the halls, sat at the opposite end of the table in meetings, replied to emails succinctly but politely. All was well until you’d been trapped in an elevator with him one morning, biting your lip anxiously as you waited to reach the twelfth floor. He’d smelled so good that day, perhaps due to an oncoming rut. You hadn’t been able to resist inching closer, taking deeper breaths. Suguru would later tell you that he’d suspected your hidden status, but he had no reason to question you. At least, not until he had you up against the elevator wall with his face buried in your neck. One deep whiff was all he’d needed to know exactly what you were, even with suppressants in your system.

You’d dated for a little over a year, until you’d decided he was the one. Your fingers dust over the mate mark on your throat, the one that had not only made you undoubtedly Suguru’s, but also the one that had revealed to the world exactly what you were. There was no hiding your true identity with an alpha’s scarred mark on your neck. 

Suguru had never seen you through a heat– no one had. You’d taken your suppressants daily, ever since you met him and even long before that. He’d claimed you on a day like any other, no heat necessary. He hadn’t had a rut in all these years, either. When he felt one coming on all he had to do was pop a single pill and all was well– apparently with none of the nasty side effects that came along with your suppressants. Another unfair privilege of being an alpha you supposed. 

“Sugu, I can’t do this.” Your lip is raw from how much you’ve been chewing on it by the time you reach home. 

Suguru softly shuts the door behind you, lifting your twined hands to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles. 

“Yes you can. I know you can.” 

You shake your head. He doesn’t understand– doesn’t know what this will do to you, how it will break you. While you hadn’t had a heat in years, you had experienced them before. You loathed them more than anything, loathed the way your mind was a slave to your body and not the other way around, loathed the way your whole body pulsed and throbbed, loathed the way it made you feel so… weak. “I can’t. It’s-it’s-” Your hands come up to cover your face. You sigh and feel the blush crawling beneath your cheeks. “It’s embarrassing. Humiliating.” 

There’s silence for a moment, and then a soft sight. Suguru pries your hands from your face gently. When you meet his eyes, he’s all business.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, baby.” 

You shake your head and pull away, pacing. “I don’t want anyone to see me like that, Sugu. Not even you.” 

Strong hands catch your waist, holding you still. “It’s not a question. It’s happening– for the sake of your health.” 

You scoff and shake your head. “It’s not–” 

His thumb presses to your lips with just enough pressure to demand silence. The omega in you coos to listen, to submit– the other part of you reels with annoyance.

“End of discussion.” 

He’s closer now and you can feel waves of his breath skating across your skin. It’s like a drug, one that the primal side of you can never get enough of. Give in, give in, give in, your omega begs. Listen to your alpha… You try not to focus on the fact that he smells good enough to eat. You know what he’s doing– using his dynamic to persuade you, to make you see his way, playing to the omega you can usually hide so carefully.

“Sugu…” you say. You intend to be angry but you trail off when his eyes catch yours. 

“I got you, baby.”

Your heart melts at the words. He waits. Maybe he knows that the smell of his skin on yours is playing tricks on your mind. You wage a battle within. Every instinct urges you to agree and with every passing second it becomes harder to disagree. Perhaps he’s right, perhaps it's time you give in for once. Let him take care of you, your omega purrs. You’re nodding before you realize what you’ve done.

Suguru kisses you quickly, allowing no time for takebacks. When he pulls away he gets to work. He whips his phone from his pocket and you listen to him talking to his boss, your boss, saying that you’ll both be out of work for a week on “family” leave. Your face heats when you realize that your boss now knows exactly what you two are going to be doing for the foreseeable future. Suguru kisses you one last time before he’s out the door, off to get enough food and supplies to last a week. You won’t be leaving your apartment for some time. You don't fail to notice that he doesn’t return your phone before he’s gone.

~

You don’t notice a difference, even after the sun is gone. It’s not surprising, considering you usually take your suppressants at night– it’ll take a little while longer for them to fully exit your system… you hope. When you’re brushing your teeth you stare at the empty prescription bottle longingly. 

You join Suguru in bed. The moment you crawl onto the mattress he pulls you closer into his bare chest. You savor the way your bodies fit so perfectly- like he was meant for you and you alone. His front curls around your back, a leg slotted between your thighs. 

“Feel anything?” he asks. 

You shake your head to hide your swallow. You almost shiver when Suguru buries himself in your neck, inhaling your scent. You feel him harden against your backside. He must be able to smell your approaching heat even before you can. Part of you expects instinct to take hold of him, for him to make a move, but he only presses a kiss to your jaw and holds you tighter. 

“Sleep, baby.” 

For once, you follow orders without a fight.

–

Hot. Too hot. 

When your eyes flutter open, you feel the pounding of your heart, the labor of your breath, and the growing ache between your legs. 

You sit up so fast you see stars, panic flooding your veins. No, no, no, no, no. This was wrong, you’d made the wrong choice. You couldn’t do this. Already, you could feel control slipping from your grasp, your consciousness giving way to something more primal, more feral. You scramble, preparing to stand, to find your phone, to lock yourself away and suffer through this on your own.

“Deep breaths, baby.” 

Only then do you realize Suguru is already awake. He’s behind you, hands on your shoulders, both a comfort and a restraint. 

“Can’t-” Your breaths are ragged and so are your words. “Can’t do this, Sugu-” 

“Yes, you can.” He whispers. He pulls you closer, tighter against him. “You will.” 

You shake your head frantically, tears pooling on your lashes. When you turn, Suguru is staring at your neck, at the mate mark on your throbbing pulse. His jaw is clenched when his tongue darts out to wet his lips. He’s restraining himself, you realize. A glance down reveals he’s already painfully hard in his pants. You wonder how long he’s been sitting there, taking in your scent, waiting for you to wake. No doubt his rut has already been triggered.

His eyes raise to yours and he pauses at the tears that leak down your cheeks. He leans closer, and the scent emanating from his neck makes you groan against your will. His kisses away the tears. Slowly, one at a time. 

“I’ve got you, baby,” he whispers. “I’ve got you.” 

Your body pulls him closer, even as your mind pushes back. “My phone, Sugu,” you panic. “Gotta gimme my phone. C-call a new doctor.” 

He shakes his head and when you start to squirm he only holds you tighter, holds you in place. 

“No, baby.” 

You whimper, seeking the scent gland on his neck against your will. The smell makes your clit throb almost painfully. 

“Sugu, please,” you cry. Tears stream from your eyes, staining your lover’s skin. 

“‘S gonna be okay. Just let it happen. Don’t fight it, love.” 

With each passing moment, you feel your fight slipping further and further away. Suguru rubs at the muscles in your back until you’re slumped against him, pitifully moaning like a wounded animal. It’s not long before your body takes the reins, until you start desperately humping at his thigh, your clit throbbing almost painfully. 

“That’s it. Good girl.” 

Your eyes roll back at the praise and when Suguru grips your waist you cry out at the touch. Everywhere his skin meets yours feels electric. You’re burning, burning, burning. It’s not until Suguru lays you down on your back that you see the sopping patch of slick you’ve left on his thigh. You whimper at the sight. 

“‘S okay, baby. ‘Ve got you.”

Suguru is looking nearly as lost to the lust as you are. Only his willpower and intent keep him from shredding away your panties and breeding your cunt full that very second. He’s never been in the presence of a scent so intoxicating. He’s never been with you, or any omega, through a heat. He thought you smelled amazing before, but now… He is lost to you, lost to the heat he feels emanating from every inch of your skin, to the honeyed scent pouring from your neck, to the slick he sees staining through your panties. His dick twitches in his pants. 

“Love you so much, baby. Gonna take such good care of ya,” he whispers. Instinct drives him forward until he’s plastered his lips to your jaw, licking and biting at the skin. You nearly scream at the sensation. You feel his touch everywhere, all at once. With your last coherent thoughts you know that this heat will be unlike any other you’ve ever experienced. It’s already so intense you can hardly think, and you’ve only just begun.

“Sugu,” you plead. 

The sound of his name on your lips breaks him. His hand dips across your stomach, thumbing past the edge of your panties until he’s running his finger through your slit, gathering your slick and rubbing it against your clit. 

You scream and thrash, so sensitive it nearly hurts, but he only moves to pin you beneath him, forcing you to take everything he gives. 

“Gonna make you feel ‘s good, baby.” he hums. He’s lost to you, to your desires, to your needs. Every piece of him screams to please you, to take care of you, in every way possible.

He continues his messy circles on your clit and until you’re gasping, hole clenching around nothing, begging to be filled. 

“S-Sugu…” you whine.

The growl that rips from his throat has you arching your back and bearing your throat in an act of submission. You hear a tear and watch your panties hit the floor. Your shirt follows and then you’re completely bare beneath your alpha. His eyes go black at the sight, pupils blown so wide you can hardly see a smidgen of their usual brown. There’s a deep rumble in his chest that has you keening and reaching for him, needing him. He doesn’t waste time. His tongue finds your neck, laving sloppily at your scent gland and the sensation is so delicious that you writhe beneath him. 

His fingers slide down your stomach, dipping between your thighs and rubbing at your clit. The touch is somehow gentle despite the complete and total hunger in his eyes, but it has you whining nonetheless. Every place he touches you, which is nearly everywhere, stings so delightfully that your eyes are already rolling back.

But you can’t wait. You can’t. Your body is starved, rabid, and you know what you need.

“Ssssugu… please…” your words are hardly above a whisper, barely a breath, but your alpha still hears you, still knows what you want, what you need. 

“I got you, baby… shhhhh…” He gives a final lick to your scent gland before he’s leaning back on his knees, parting your thighs wide, exposing your leaking cunt. You can feel a puddle of slick beneath your ass, your hole clenching desperately around nothing, aching to be filled. 

Warm hands slide up your skin and settle on your hips, tugging you a little further down the bed. You whimper, but don’t have time to say anything before you feel him slipping through your folds. A glance down reveals his weeping tip, achingly flushed, bumping and rubbing against your clit. When did his pants come off? You don’t know, you don’t care, all that matters is that the sight steals your breath away. 

“Gonna knot you good, princess.” 

You nod, wanting nothing more than for him to make good on his promise. You claw and grip at his arms, chanting his name endlessly. His chest rumbles again and your thighs part further on instinct. Finally, he gives you what you want. You feel him pressing in, fat tip stretching you wide. One of his hands moves to press down on your tummy and the combination has tears pooling in your eyes. 

He slides in slowly. With every inch you think he must be done, that you can’t take any more. But you can, and you do. When he’s finally fully in your jaw is hanging open in ecstasy and your eyes are rolled back in your skull. His fingers brush your clit and your hips jerk. 

“That’s it. So good, baby. So fucking good.” 

Your tears flood over, racing down your cheeks. He’s over you again, loose strands of black hair brushing your skin and forcing a whimper from your throat. He licks away your tears, lapping at your cheeks like you’re a fucking lollipop. His hips start thrusting in time with his licks, and it’s more than you can handle. Your thighs tremble and suddenly you’re begging. Pleading, whining, screaming for more. He gives it to you. One hand finds yours, twining your fingers together as he pounds into you so hard he’s rattling your skull. He’s licking at your scent gland again, driving you further and further toward a cliff you’re afraid to fall from. You think this orgasm might shatter you, might break you so thoroughly you’ll never be put back together again. You can feel it tightening at your core with each thrust, each lick, each kiss. 

“Fuck,” you hear him growl and whimper at the sound of his voice so close to your ear. “‘M gonna bite you, princess. Gonna mark you up and knot you so good you’ll see fucking stars.” You pant beneath him, unable to word how excited you are by his words, how deliciously they roll across your skin and seep into your spine. “Tell me you didn’t take your pill, baby. Tell me I can breed this pussy full and it won’t go to waste.” He’s not talking about your suppressants you know, but rather the contraceptives you take in tandem with them. Of course you took it, but suddenly something makes you wish you hadn't. “‘M gonna flush ‘em down the fucking toilet. Never letting you take that shit again.”

The primal part of you surges forward at the idea. It chants deep in your mind. Yes, yes, yes…

“Suguuu… please…” It seems like those are the only words your tongue can form.

His lips press to yours, shushing you. “Shhh, baby. Don’ worry. I got you.” He licks across your cheek and down across your jaw until he finds your scent gland again. His thrusts pick up again and you think you might pass out from how good you feel, from how tight your muscles are coiling. You can feel his knot pulsing inside you, preparing to fill you to the brim. You’ve never felt more ready for anything. 

“Sugu–” 

And it’s at that moment that he makes good on his promise. His teeth sink into your neck and you feel your bond snap taut like a string, pulsing with the closeness of your connection. It’s pure ecstasy. Suguru’s knot swells, notching tightly inside you and when you feel his cum pulsing into your womb it’s all too much. You think you must be screaming from the pleasure but you only hear the ringing in your ears as your orgasm washes over you. Your muscles clench, your toes curl, your back arches, you see those stars Suguru promised. Heat tingles through your limbs and down your spine and you think you’ve probably just melted into the mattress. But you haven’t, and when your vision returns, you’re panting and staring at the ceiling. 

Suguru is above you and you can feel him still cumming, still releasing rope after rope of thick, hot cum into you. The sensation makes you groan and he laps at your neck, cleaning up the blood from the new mark he’s just given you. Your consciousness trickles back in, the primal piece of you partially sated for the time being. You remember the context of your situation, why you’re here and not at work, what you’re doing. You’re puzzled by why you’d been so panicked by the idea of a heat before. How could you have been so reluctant, so scared, when nothing has ever felt this right?

Suguru is peppering you with kisses now, pulling you tight to his chest and rolling you both onto your sides where you’ll stay until his knot softens. 

“Sleep, princess,” he says and he uses that tone that always compels you to listen, to please. You happily do as he says and when your eyes drift shut it’s not long before you’re lost to a world of comfortable darkness. 

~

You wake to the throbbing again. All of the pent up need Suguru had sated has returned with a vengeance. You need him again, but it appears he already knows that. 

You feel him between your legs, his hair fully loose now and tickling the insides of your thighs. He’s eating you out, slurping up the cum that’s leaking down your thighs and spitting it back onto your cunt. It’s filthy, disgusting, and you love it.

“Sugu–” you gasp and your hips buck. His eyes lock with yours and the smile he gives you nearly makes you come on the spot. He holds your gaze as he licks one last long stripe over your folds. You whimper and clench around nothing. Empty, empty, empty…

“Sorry, baby,” he whispers against your skin. He’s kissing his way up your body now, leaving little circles of spit that cool when they touch the air and make you shiver. “‘Y smelled so good…” 

You whine and whimper, clawing at his back and leaving scratches you think might draw blood. You’re too worried about getting him inside of you to check.

You’re gasping like you’ve never had a breath of air in your life, like you’ve drowned and every touch he gives you fills your lungs with much-needed oxygen. His hands rub gently at your waist, but it’s not enough. You want him to wreck you, ruin you. You say as much. 

“M-more…” you beg and when he hums against your neck you squirm desperately. Warm hands dig into your flesh and suddenly you find yourself flipped onto your stomach. You feel Suguru behind you, pushing your thighs apart with his knees. His hands find your hips again and lift, propping you up with your face still pressed to the pillows. When you whimper he runs a soothing hand up and down your spine. 

“‘S okay, baby. Relax. Lemme take care ‘ve you.” 

Yes, yes, yes, you think. You don’t think you’ve ever wanted anything more. His fingers dig into your skin, holding you still when he feeds his dick into you, one inch at a time. You cry out, tearing at the sheets and begging for more, even when you already feel like you’re splitting in half. When he’s finally seated inside you he drapes himself over your back, brushing your hair over one shoulder to expose your neck. He leans in to lick you again, thrusting sharply the moment his tongue brushes your skin. You wail, pressing your face to the sheets and attempting to rock yourself back against him. One of his hands smooths over the flesh of your ass as he sets a pace, one that makes you bite down on a pillow to muffle your screams. 

“No.” Suguru uses that tone that makes you listen, that one that calls instinctively to the omega inside you, that urges you to please. He reaches for your pillow, tossing it aside and letting his hand curl around your throat as he continues to fuck you, letting his fingers feel the vibrations of every noise you make. “Let me hear you, baby. Always let me hear you.” 

You nod, eager to make him happy, eager to do as he says. You don’t dare restrain a single sound, eyes rolling back. The angle he has you at has your thighs trembling. He’s so deep, so close. You feel his heartbeat against your back, feel his tongue on your skin, his hand on your throat, his cock at your cervix.

When he groans, you groan with him, feeling his dick pulse inside you, his knot beginning to swell. You need it, need it so bad you can hardly stand it. 

“P-please, please, please–”

He swells inside you, locking your bodies together as his orgasm hits. It’s all you need to find your own. You wail into the mattress, cunt clenching and legs trembling until you collapse, flattening against the beg. Suguru follows you down, wrapping his arms around your waist and whispering in your ear.

“Take it all, baby. Good girl. Take it all…” 

You nod, not even sure what you’re agreeing to. All you can feel is his cum flooding your insides, pulsing and pumping so deep into you that you swear your tummy is swelling with the sheer amount of it. Still, your body wants more, clenching and milking him for every last drop, just like he asked.

When you both come down from your orgasms he pulls you into his chest once again, whispering promises of protection and love that lull you into a trance-like state of happiness. When you fall asleep again, he’s chanting a word that your omega repeats right back to him. “Mine, mine, mine.”

When you wake again it’s to the sound of Geto staying true to his word and flushing every last birth control pill you have straight down the toilet. Your omega surges at the idea, but one mewl from you and he’s back in your arms, like you’re somehow the one in charge, not him. With every passing moment, you being to think that might be true- that perhaps a heat does not makes you as weak as you thought. Your alpha submits as much to you as you submit to him.

The week is spent in a frenzy. You do not measure by the numbers on the clock or where the sun is in the sky, rather you know time only as how long it’s been since Suguru’s been locked inside you. If it were up to you, you’d never stop, but Geto forces you to sleep, to eat, to bathe. Of course, he’s never far away when you’re following his instructions and you usually get a kiss and his knot as a reward for being such a good girl. 

It’s ten days later when your heat finally starts to wane. It feels as though every inch of you is covered in him. Bites, hickies, kisses, cum… no part of you has been left untouched. Suguru has had you everywhere. The bed, the shower, the bath, the kitchen. Every surface in the whole apartment reeks of sex and slick. He never keeps you too far from the bedroom, though, where you’ve piled up mountains of his shirts and sheets. Anything that smells like him, anything that can keep you tethered in those brief moments when Suguru goes to fetch you food or water or run you a bath. He takes care of you, just like he promised. 

When you wake completely clear-headed for the first time in well over a week, it’s to Suguru’s arms and lips. He’s got you all wrapped up in him, his arms locked around your waist almost like he expects you to bolt. You almost do when everything comes flooding back to you, this time with a completely clear conscience. But then he kisses your neck and whispers a delightful little, “welcome back, baby” against your neck and suddenly you’re realizing how… revitalized you feel, like a part of you has finally been properly satisfied after years of waiting. You’d always hated this, always hated the part of you that begged and cowered, hated heats- but maybe with Suguru… they really weren’t all that bad.

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Mother knows best

(Yandere Illumi Zoldyck x reader)

TW: Contolling parents, sexual content, abuse, emotional manipulation. Kikyo is the warning.

In the lavious gardens within the Zoldyck estate, in a small fraction on the dormant volcano of Kukuroo mountain, sitting inside the marble gazebo was a woman in her mid forties. Her face was covered in bandages and a strange robotic visor, she wore a bold and frilly purple dress and her hat was covered in the most extreme decorations.

Her name was Kikyo Zoldyck and she was the Matriarch of the Zoldyck family. 

Kikyo liked to consider herself a successful woman. Many years ago, she was nothing more than a nobody who lived in a city that didn’t exist. Meteor City. She made her living years ago as an assassin, dirty jobs and what not. But she always knew she was meant for more in life than living in a town of trash.

It was to her great fortune that she stumbled upon Silva Zoldyck while on a mission. She remembers that day all too well. He was so handsome, his hair was in a long braid and he had that stern look on his face when he was ready to kill someone. She knew then and there that this man was her ticket out of that dump she called home and to a place worth making a future out of.

Now look at her, she owns a large mountain, has a myriad of butlers at her beck and call and four beautiful children who she and her beloved husband have trained to become cold blooded assassins. (Yes, Only four. She’s not forgetting anyone.)

On the table in front of her were cakes, muffins, tarts and delicious tea. Her beloved kalluto was to join her in a bit so that they may talk about his training. Truly, life couldn’t get better than this.

“Pardon me madame.” Said an old voice. She turned her head and saw her husband’s personal butlers. Tsubone and her Granddaughter, Amane. “What is it, Tsubone? Speak, I’m trying to enjoy my tea.”

“Master Illumi has informed us he will be bringing a young woman home with him, we believe she is to be a potential spouse.”

Kikyo Zoldyck was by no means mentally stable. She spent the majority of her childhood and adolescent years fighting for her life and killing targets to make ends meet. Then after marrying Silva, she was required to give birth to Silva’s children to continue on the family line. This woman had an unhealthy affection for all her children. Obsessing over every little factor of their lives and possessive of how they are raised.

Illumi was no exception, especially since he was her firstborn. Although he was not to be the heir of her husband’s clan, she put her blood and sweat into making him the perfect killer. He was her boy, so therefore he deserves everything he desires. Her boy can do no wrong but..

A woman..?

“WHAT?!” She screeched. Destroying the tea cup that was just in her hand. Neither Tsubone nor Amane flinched at her erratic behavior for both were expecting this reaction from their mistress. “A WOMAN!? My Illumi!? Since when!?”

“We’ve only been informed of her now, My Lady. Master Silva commanded us to inform you of her and Master Illumi's arrival next week.” Tsubone replied, composed and calm. Kikyo began to bite her nails and growled in annoyance. As the Lady of the mansion, she would be expected to have a room for her prepared and a grand dinner to welcome the guest.

She was annoyed, greatly annoyed. Her son was bringing a woman home?! Just who was she and who did she think she was?

*******

You stepped off the airship with Illumi holding your hand, like the gentleman you knew him to be. “Thank you Illumi.” He hummed in acknowledgment. You couldn’t help but smile. Your Illumi. He was amazing to you in every way. He was very handsome, long black hair that rained down to his buttocks. His lean yet muscular body. He was such a gentleman to you, flowers everyday at your apartment type of gentleman.

He would take you out on a date every week and when he was away on a trip, he would text you every morning and night to let you know how much he couldn’t wait to get back to you. Your Illumi.

“So, this is your home?” You asked rhetorically. You knew he didn’t need to answer. Why else would he bring you to this place? The mountain was huge, to think he grew up in this kind of place must have been quite the experience. “Hmm.” He hummed anyway.

You knew he was an assassin by trade, it was the first thing you knew about him when you first met him.

Your father was a ruins hunter and he kept you by his side your entire life. You would spend your childhood traveling to different areas in the unknown world with him, discovering ruins and finding ancient artifacts. He taught you nen and you quickly learned you were a specialist, an exorcist to be more specific.

You once helped your father’s comrade be free of a nen curse a malicious user put on him when you were ten years old. During that time, you developed a love for tarot card reading. What started out as a simple hobby is what turned into your ability. Depending what card another person would pick, you would be able to see what future comes from the type of card you pick. This earned you the nickname, ‘Witch of fortune and Misfortune’. Cringe but you didn’t pick it yourself.

When you were eighteen, you tried the hunter exam but failed, you passed the second time when you were nineteen. After you got your hunter’s license, you decided you needed to train more and find out what kind of hunter you wanted to be.

So in order to get stronger, you entered Heaven's arena, where you met Hisoka Morow. It didn’t help that you both had an affinity for cards. He was indeed an odd man but you two sparked up an uncanny partnership, where he would spar with you and you would help him with jobs if necessary. It wasn’t too soon that he introduced you to his partner, Illumi Zoldyck.

Illumi never hid his profession from you, Hisoka introduced you to Illumi because of their give or take relationship. They believed it would be beneficial for all three of you. Illumi would seek your abilities to help him with jobs  while you learned all you could from the Zoldyck Assassin.

It had become a routine until one day, Illumi had asked to court you. It took you by surprise if you were being honest. He had such a stone cold and eerie exterior, you would have never guessed he was interested in you. Nevertheless, you agreed to it because what's the worst that could happen?

Falling in love with him?

Exactly, and how hard you fell was insane. He took you to places you never dreamed of, he made you feel gorgeous at night when he would brush your hair and massage your shoulders.

Sex was great too! Well, he was your first and only so you couldn’t really make a comparison with anyone else. But even so, sex was passionate and hot with him constantly whispering words of love and lust into your ear. 

It's been a year since you and Illumi made things official and he recently passed the hunter exam. He decided it's time you met his family.

You swallowed your saliva in order to make your throat more dry. “I’m nervous ill’, what if your family doesn’t like me.” You are sweating a bit, you haven’t heard much from Illumi about his family. Only that they’re the world’s greatest assassins and that they could have your head removed from your shoulders any time they want.

“Appease my mother as much as you can. Pay your respects to my father and Grandfather. Feel free to ignore Milluki.”

You still are. “What..?” Seriously? That was it? That didn’t help much.You guess it couldn;t be helped. Illumi was always quite vague with his answers.

“Come. If we want to reach the mansion, we’ll have to begin the trek up now.”

****

It took longer than you expected, forty seven minutes to be exact. If you were a normal civilian, you reckon it would have taken six hours and that's subtracting all the obstacles and guards that were stationed around the estate. Although, you shouldn’t be surprised, you're sure the heads of the Zoldyck family would be a hefty reward for anyone who was strong enough to take them.

“Here we are.” The view of the mansion was ginormous. At the front, it looked like any normal manor but the rest of it was just… mountain. Like the building was built into the mountain, the building itself looked like it was five stories high. “Woah..” you mumbled.

“It's okay I guess.” Your lover mused. Sometimes you wondered if your boyfriend ever got surprised.

It was then you noticed three people standing by the front of the manor, an old man with his back bent, a taller man with a body builder body and a woman in the most extreme outfit you’ve ever seen.

“Is that your…”

“Be calm and don’t let them know your fear.”

You wouldn’t call it fear but you were shaking. You two approach the older members of Illumi’s family, you swallow your saliva and take a deep breath. EVerything will be fine. As long as you manifest it in your mind, everything will be great. You’ll greet them, you’ll have dinner with them, you will have a pleasant conversation with them and they will like you-

“Mother, Father, Grandfather. I would like you to meet (Y/n) (L/n). My partner for the foreseeable future.”

Oh crap, you were already in front of them. You bowed your head to show your respect.

“Hello Madame, Sir and Sir. I’m very happy to be finally meeting you-”

“Is that what you're wearing to officially meet us?” You heard a female voice grunt. You were certainly caught off guard, you knew you were already off to a bad start. Looking up, the voice came from Illumi’s mother, Kikyo. “Sorry, Madame-”

She cut you off again.” And honestly, look at yourself! You're clearly sweating and your hair is mangled! You call this presentable?! I am appalled by this!” You shrunk into yourself. Were you really that bad? You wore some black leggings, a blue strapless undershirt with a high neckline and a white cropped waistcoat and a pair of pumps. 

(Definitely not something you picked up from the troublesome duo)

You didn’t want to over dress for this exact reason, you knew you would be going up the mountain and would sweat. But was it that noticeable?

“Leave the girl alone Kikyo, It's her first time traveling up the mountain so she’ll understandably be exhausted.” Spoke Silva. Illumi’s father. You smiled, at least he was a bit more considerate. You noticed the Grandfather, Zeno inspecting you, He nodded his head and hummed. “Yes, Yes. I see she is quite diamond. Rough around the edges but a little work will fix it.”

Really? His grandfather has already assessed you and that you can be fixed.

“Please Father. You're giving this girl way too much credit.”

Ok, you were really starting to not like Illumi’s mother. “Mother, Please refrain from insulting my lover too much, she isn’t as elegant or graceful as you yet.” You had to refrain from letting your jaw slip, But you could definitely feel your eyeballs nearly burst from your sockets. ‘Excuse me?!’

“Hm, I guess not.” She retorted.

“That's enough, we’ll leave you two to freshen up before dinner.” Silva demanded. He walked away with Zeno and Kikyo following him. However, you noticed Kikyo looked back at you and growled. This woman had only met you seconds ago and she really had it out for you. You were confused as to what you did to piss her off so much.

BUt if you were being honest, you were more angry than confused.

More so at Illumi than Kikyo.

*********

The walk to your room was agonizing. After you had entered the mansion with Illumi, he instructed the butlers to guide you to your room. From what you knew, they had already brought your luggage there. 

“Here are your main quarters. Madame Kikyo had it all arranged for you, however we ask for an escort whenever you leave your room, the mansion itself is tricky and you may find yourself lost.” The female butler instructed. She opened the door and you were appalled at the scene.

The wallpaper was ugly yellow color. It had a textured pattern but the pattern in itself was revolting. The bedsheets were a green color, something you’d picture on an old man’s bed. The furniture looked new but it was its color that was off putting. A red polish glistened over all the wood. The curtains were orange and the carpet you stood on was purple.

Just the horrible color combinations of this room deeply disturbed you. “Is something wrong Ma’am?” The Butler asked. You shook your head and held your hands up. “No-no! Of course not. Tell Mrs Zoldyck I am grateful!” She nodded her head and once you stepped inside the room, she closed the door. With you finally seeking privacy, you groaned. “It's official! I never had a chance from the start.”

Honestly, why else would his mother put you in such an off putting room. “I need to sit down…” You went over to the desk with the intention to put your head on the flat surface. But. The chair wouldn’t budge. “What the hell..?” It was incredibly heavy. It took you a while to pull it out but the time you did, you were already tuckered out.

“Forget this!” You hopped onto the bed but immediately regretted it.

The mattress was rock solid. You pulled the blankets off and the mattress looked normal, but when you tried to push down on it, it wouldn’t move. “What the hell?!” You sunk down and rubbed your face. You were becoming more and more frustrated. What did this woman have against you?

“Y/n?” Spoke, the last person you wanted to see.

“Come in…” You groaned.

Illumi walked in, not in the least put off by the room. “I came to see how you’ve settled in.” You turned your face away from him and grunted. “Yeah. it's been a pleasure.” He bends down to your level to face you, but you refuse to look at him. “Judging from your expression and attitude, you're being sarcastic and you're clearly upset. Tell me what's wrong.”

You exploded. “What’s wrong Illumi is that your mother has decided she doesn’t like me! And I’m not just basing that off from our first conversation. Look at this room Illumi! It's hideous. The furniture is heavy like why? And the mattress is not comfortable. It looks like a mattress but I’m convinced it's just a concrete block.”

Your boyfriend sighed. “My mother has always had impeccable taste. Our furniture is always heavy, there is no room for weakness in our family. And that mattress is used for training, to get our bodies used to sleeping in uncomfortable situations. She’s probably just testing you.”

“Yeah well I don’t appreciate being tested, Illumi.” You scoff, getting up and making your way over to the window. You saw endless forests. Your lover comes up from behind you and rubs your shoulders to which you immediately relax. “Darling. This is all just a necessary precaution. You know I want to make you my wife but in order to do that, my family must believe you have what it takes.” You turn around to face him.  An expression of sadness coating your face.

“And what if I don’t have what it takes? What then?” His expression doesn’t change in the slightest.

“You do. I know so. Just be patient, you will be accepted.” He held you in a tight embrace and you reciprocated. That wasn’t what you wanted to hear but you were grateful to know he had faith in you. He kissed your neck and his fingers crept under your shirt. He ran his long digits up your back making you shiver in glee.

“Illumi~ , You know I have to get ready for dinner.” You purred, digging your fingers into his shoulders to bring him closer. “Dinner won’t be ready till seven, Until then, I want you all to myself. “He growled viciously into your neck. You bit his ear lobe as a way to entice him further. It worked beautifully as he grabbed the back of your thighs and hoisted your legs around his waist.

“In the shower?” You ask.

“Yes.” He hushed.

He brought you into the bathroom and slammed the door shut with his foot where he proceeded to do unspeakable things to you. In short, he fucked you in the shower.

******

“So, which dress?” You asked, holding out an array of dresses you had put on hangers so that your lover who was currently sitting on the bed, drying his long raven locks could have a proper look. “This isn’t your usual style.” He noted. It was true. Most of the dresses you had brought were new and appropriately modest.

Usually, you would wear shorter and more flashy dresses. You picked up a certain hobby of attending clubs with Illumi and Hisoka, the night life suited you. Well, at least you thought so. “Well, I am meeting your parents and I’m sure your mother would approve more of these dresses than my other ones.”

“You're not wrong there.” He said.

You froze, glaring at him with evil eyes. “Hey, what's that supposed to mean?” Your eyebrow twitched and he hummed. “I was only agreeing with you. My mother would prefer these dresses.” You were getting annoyed. It wasn’t what he said but how he said it. Like it was to be expected.

“Do you prefer these dresses?” You interrogated. He stood up and tossed the towel onto the bed. “Well, You are going to be my wife soon, so I would like it if you dressed a little more modestly.” Your mouth went agape but you quickly closed it. “If you didn’t like the dresses before, then why didn’t you say anything?” You growled.

He took off the towel covering his waist and began putting his clothes back on. “Because you seemed to enjoy wearing those clothes. But once we are married, that’ll have to stop. You’ll be a Zoldyck soon so you must conduct yourself properly.” He went to the door and you had to hold yourself back from saying something disrespectful. He opened the door and looked back at you.

“Where the blue dress. You're not a Zoldyck yet so wearing purple would be unbecoming.”

He left the room and left you feeling like absolute shit. Was he displeased by your wardrobe? Would you really have to forfeit your lifestyle just to fit in with Illumi’s image of you? You have to try, you knew your relationship was meaningful, you loved Illumi to the moon and back. You had to fight for him, because you were positive he would do the same for you.

“Blue dress it is then.”

You looked at the desk where you put a golden necklace on. It was given to you as a gift by Illumi on your first date. It had three diamonds in the center, making a mental note to wear it.

*****

You and Illumi walked to the main banquet hall, arms interlocked with one another. He had worn a purple outfit, one that you found rather dashing on him while you wore a long frilly baby blue dress. You had taken out any prior piercings and covered up any noticeable tattoos or scars. You were going for a certain look that will appeal to his family, one in your mind that you believe his family would approve of. You played with the gold necklace on your collar bone.

“The dress suits you well dear, you should wear it more often.” He commented. You held back any feelings of negativity, tried to forget what he had said earlier. Illumi says things he doesn’t mean, he’s a bit simple minded. He doesn’t understand what he’s done wrong. You forgive him.

“Thank you, Illumi.” You smile. The butlers open the door and you're welcomed inside the hall. You see Kikyo talking with her husband, a girl standing off to the side watching her mother. She has a bob haircut and a lovely kimono. You see Zeno looking out a large window, probably staring off at the setting sun.

 The last person you spotted was a boy sitting on an expensive looking lounge chair, tapping his foot incessantly on the floor. He was plus sized and looked similar to Illumi which made you cringe internally. “So, This is your whole family?” You asked, twirling your pointer fingers together.

“Well, There’s Great Great Grandfather Maha but no one really knows where he goes- There's Milluki over there, feel free to ignore him, I always do and my younger brother Killua isn’t here. He’s off playing a child. There's the thing in the basement and then there's Kalluto over there.”

You resist making any facial expressions. How the hell were you supposed to take that all in? Things in the basement? Ignore Milluki- his great grandfather is alive? His Grandfather looks old enough already. “Oh!....That's nice.” Just smile through it. Just smile through it all!

“Dinner is ready.” Called a giant lady from a door on the other side of the hall. She had a monocle and her hair in two high pigtail braids. Everyone stopped what they were doing to be seated. Zeno sat at one end of the table while Silva sat at the other end. But before he did, he pulled out Kikyo’s seat.

“Come.” Illumi whispered to you. He pulled out the seat next to Zeno, where he gestured for you to sit. “Thank you Illumi.” You hummed before taking your seat next to Zeno. He took his seat next to you which was also by Silva. Kalluto sat beside his mother.

“Hey! Where’s my seat!?” Roared the large boy. You looked around and noticed there were only six chairs in total. “She’s in my seat!” He hollered pointing towards you, you really weren’t in the mood to get on anyone’s bad side. “Uh.. okay- I’ll just excuse myself-”

“Don’t.” You heard the deep sturdy tone of Silva’s command. You were going to exit the chair but his voice stopped you from moving. He looked back at his son. “Milluki, we have a guest tonight. The servants will bring you your food to your room.” 

The boy wasn’t happy with this decision and grunted. “Fine!” He stomped off and you could feel the awkward tension in the air. You nervously kept your hands together, you didn’t know if this night was off to a bad start or not. “Sorry about that, forgive Milluki, he’s a bit stubborn.” Silva added, looking at you.

“Oh no, it's fine. I just hope I haven’t caused anyone any trouble.” You answered back. Dinner was served and you were each served your helpings. You noticed no one had touched the food yet so you waited as well. You notice  some eye contact between Silva and Zeno before they nod their heads. It was only then everyone started to help themselves.

You looked around the different dishes they had. Tempura, gyoza, seafood, salad. Healthy dishes. You took what you could get and cut into some food. The butlers came around and served wine. You took a small sip before Silva redirected his attention to you.

“So, tell me (Y/n). What is it that you do for a living?” You looked over at Illumi as he continued to eat. “Well, I’m a hunter. I haven’t decided what type of hunter I’ll be but I’m currently a fighter in Heaven's area.” He hummed. “How did you come to meet Illumi?”

“I met him through Hisoka. Me and Hisoka have a give/take partnership. I help him and he helps me. He thought it would be beneficial for both me and Illumi to meet and partner up together.” Your response was professional, maybe too professional? 

“Hmm.. I see.”

He went back to his food and so did you, it was terribly quiet, apart from the clinking sounds of cutlery and dishes. It felt awkward, was this how everyone feels when they go to meet their significant other’s family? Kalluto, the girl sitting in front of you was staring at you. Once you caught wind of her observation, you froze.

You looked around the table to see if anyone else was going to bud in. It was then, she spoke.

“So, what nen type are you?”

If you could bonk yourself on the head you would. After hearing her voice, you could make the calculation in your head. That this little girl was in fact a little boy. Needless to say, you felt incredibly stupid. “Huh hem!” You heard the Kikyo sound as you turned to look at her. “I do believe my Darling Kalluto just asked you a question. It's rude just to ignore him.”

“Oh.” You whispered, looking back at the young boy who kept his glare on you. This family put you on edge, you wouldn’t lie to yourself but isn;t every family meeting like this? You would soon get over this stage and be closer with his family. Yeah. That’s how it will go.

“I’m a specialist. I can use tarot cards to see different futures of my clients, depending what card they choose. I’m also… well…” You were hesitant to say you were an exorcist. Your father always told you to keep your exorcist abilities to yourself. That it would be dangerous if anyone found out since exorcists were long sought for.

“Speak up girl, what are you? A kitchen mouse?” Kikyo spoke up in a snide attitude. It was then you almost forgot where you were. This was Illumi’s family and possibly in the future, your family too.

Hopefully…

“I’m an exorcist. I can deactivate nen curses and what not.” Everyone stopped eating. Silva and Zeno weren’t looking at you but you could tell you had caused the silence. Kikyo on the other hand didn’t look happy, there wasn’t much of her face you could identify but by the way she scowled and bit her lips to prevent herself from making an unpleasant sound that had become obvious to you. After a while, Zeno spoke up. “Illumi, why haven't you told us sooner that you have found such a competent and utilitarian spouse.”

With that, Kikyo had slammed her hands down on the table, standing up, giving you a fright. “Father please! Don’t give this girl any more credit! For all we know, she could be lying to just show off!” You shrunk in your seat, this woman was terrifying. Why did you assume that you were lying?

“Well, Illumi? Answer your Grandfather.” Silva said, completely ignoring his wife.

Illumi put his cutlery down. “Because, I wasn’t sure at first if we would be together long term, I wanted to see if she was up to being my potential spouse, that and her preference for keeping her ability a secret. As her boyfriend, it would not do well on my part to expose her secrets.”

You could feel your heart flutter, Illumi kept your ability confidential for your sake. You smiled. You knew Illumi said things that can come out a certain way, but you always knew, deep down he was looking out for you.

“Is that so?” Kikyo spat, looking directly at you from across the table. You were thankful you were neither beside or across her directly. “Then let me ask you some questions ‘dearie’ and I better not catch you on a lie!” she barked. “Wife, is this interrogation necessary?” Silva sighed. He looked fed up.

Kikyo looked at him like he was mad. Well you couldn;t tell with the strange robotic visor she was wearing but that was the vibe she gave off. “Oh course Silva! This is Illumi’s future we’re talking about! I can’t have him wasting it on some tramp!” You gasped at her outburst. You mouth agape. You couldn’t hold back the “Excuse me?” coming from your tongue.

You felt Illumi suddenly grab your arm in a tight grip. You looked over at him, his hold on you was painful, he gave you a look that told you to drop it. You were hurt and he won’t come to your defense? “Illumi..” You whispered.

“Tell me, (Y/n). How exactly do you plan on becoming one of us? Have you ever killed someone? Do you have what it takes to uphold the honor and tradition that this clan has carried for more than two centuries?” 

You became speechless. Although you’ve trained with Illumi and Hisoka, had your share of fights in the heavens area, you never took a life. You had never been in a position where you had to make that call. And the honor and tradition thing? You didn’t know how much honor a group of assassins could have but you were sure they had plenty of traditions since they raise their children from birth to be cold blooded killers.

“N-No.. I haven’t. I don’t know where you’re going with this Mrs Zoldyck. Isn’t it enough that I love your son and want to find happiness with him?” You argued. She sneered at your statement and pointed a fan at you. “Love? Happiness? Don’t be such a child! You're marrying into the clan of the world’s greatest assassins and you expect to get by on ‘Love' and ‘Happiness’? Don’t make me laugh.”

Your bottom lip wobbled, you wanted to cry, sob. This woman was terrible.

“Also, while we’re on the matter of spouses and marriage. When you become Illumi’s wife, you will have to bear his children. There isn’t any ifs, ands or buts about it. Do you think you're capable of taking on the role of a mother and being the next matriarch of this household?”

You stuttered, finding the right words to say. “Mrs Zoldyck. I do believe the discussion of children and what I do with my body should be between me and Illumi. Besides, I’m only twenty, Illumi and I have our lives ahead of us. Wouldn’t it be better for us to work on ourselves and each other before we think about bringing kids into the world?”

The woman growled, clearly displeased with you. “You're only twenty? Pssh! I had Illumi when I was eighteen and look at how I raised him! He is a capable and competent assassin! All of my children will be the best of the best because I didn’t dilly dally on my duties as the Zoldyck Matriarch! You are completely unfit to marry my Illumi and that's that!”

You had to hide your face in shame. You were in tears. How did this woman have the gall to talk to you the way she did? What's worse is that Illumi didn’t speak on your behalf, not once.

“Kikyo, my dear. I believe you’ve grilled the girl quite enough tonight. (Y/n), you are free to leave.” Zeno groaned, slapping a hand against his face. “Thank you Mr Zoldyck…” You mumbled before you got out of your chair despite its weight and rushed out of the dining hall. You let the tears roll down your face as you let out ugly sobs.

“Miss (L/n). I’m here to escort you back to your room.” The butler from before came from seemingly nowhere to offer her assistance. You didn’t dare deny her request. “Yes, Please.” You wailed, following her. You honestly just wanted to go to sleep and forget this dinner ever happened. You had never had never been this emotionally drained before and you didn’t think you could cope.

“(Y/n)!” Illumi called from down the hall, stopping your butler from carrying out her duties. You knew she would be reprimanded if she disobeyed Illumi. You sniffed and wiped your tears away. He approached you both and waved off your butler.

“(Y/n),  come back with me. You need to apologize to my mother, she doesn’t know it yet but you are new to this. I promise you I can set us on the right track. She’s a stubborn woman but she’ll see your perfect-”

“Illumi stop!” You scowled. He looked as surprised as an emotionally dead assassin can be. You scratched your head while wiping your eye. “I am not in the mood to deal with any more crap tonight. Your mother is clearly not my biggest fan and doesn’t want you and I to marry. What is the point of this anymore? I should leave tomorrow…”

“No.” He said. You looked up at him and he had a face of anger, one you haven’t seen before and it made the hairs on your arms and legs stand up. “You are tired. You're not thinking straight. You need to rest.” he declared, picking you up and carrying you down the hall.

“Illumi stop! Let go!” You protested but he ignored you. You were brought to his room where you were tost onto his (much cozier and comfortable) bed. Your heeled shoes were torn off and your dress was lifted off from above your head, leaving you in just your underwear.

“You are an ungrateful woman, you know?” he chastised, taking off his own clothes. “Do you want to throw away everything we have because of my mother's stubbornness? She will accept you, but are you ready to back out so easily?” You felt your heart become heavy with guilt as he reached behind you and took your bra off.

“Did our relationship really mean nothing if you’re just effortlessly giving up?” You covered your face and sobbed. “I’m sorry Illumi! I’m so sorry! I tried my best! I just don’t want your family to resent me!” He gently pushed you onto your back and took your panties off.

“It’s okay. I understand. You want my mother’s approval. You will receive it soon, you just need to work a little harder.” he whispered. He pulled the blankets out from underneath you and got beside you in the bed. “You want to make it up to me, don’t you?” His eyes, you loved his eyes. But there were times they absolutely terrified you. You nodded your head as he removed his boxers and had you lay down on your side.

He cuddled into your back and kissed your neck. You moaned in bliss. You felt the head of his cock intrude your folds and groaned at the slight pain of taking him inch by inch unlubricated. Illumi loved having you cockwarm him after missions or just in general whenever you're at your apartment. He wrapped his arms around your waist and snuggled his head in the crook of your neck.

“I love you Illumi.” You uttered as sleep took you.

“I know..” He uttered back.

******

Kikyo was mad. She was full on ballistic as she paced around her private room. Biting her nails, Huffing and puffing, physically stopping herself from destroying anything in her room. “That little harlot..!” She sneered, taking her hat off and removing her robotic visor from her face.

There she got a good look at herself in her vanity mirror.  Her eyes that were once dark like her children’s were now gray. Many years ago, before she had married Silva, she had contracted an eye disease that to this day has no cure. She had been losing her vision. Silva gifted her with the visor so she would not have to depend on her eyes.

But she could see, she could see the fury in her own eyes as she pulled out her bun, letting her jet black hair that she keeps hidden fall down her shoulders until it hit where her thighs were. She always knew she was a beautiful woman, she took pride in it. (She wished Killua hadn’t stabbed her so she didn’t have to wear these ridiculous bandages) 

She took pride in many things, like her family. her children especially. Illumi was like her in every way, she wished him to have the best of the best. That girl was not the very best of the best. She will never make a good assassin nor integrate into her ideals of what a Zoldyck should be.

She sat down in her seat and opened a cabinet in her vanity. Inside were individual photo albums of all her children. She picked up Illumi’s and opened the first page where she saw his first picture. He was in her arms minutes after she had given birth. She never knew she could love someone so much after spending years looking after herself.

She had made a vow to herself that her children would have everything she never had. The best of the best, the finer things of life. She growled at the image of you in her head. You would not do it. You were below what she wanted for Illumi. She needed Illumi to see that you did not deserve him.

She put her visor back on with disregard for her hair or her hat. She marched over to a set of drawers where she kept a small laptop and placed it on her vanity. It gave her access to the Zoldyck database. Granted she wasn’t as good at computers as her son Milluki but she knew enough.

She went into a small section of profiles that was updated regularly. She didn’t want to resort to this so soon but the last thing she wanted was someone to take Illumi away and tear down all the hard work she put into him. She needed someone she could control. Someone who will obey her and worship her as their mother.

She smirked as she send invites to the five best profiles on her screen.

****

The next morning you awoke in Illumi’s bed, but Illumi was nowhere in sight. There were signs of the bathroom being used but you didn;t think he was still in there. A knock was reverberated on the door. “Miss (L/n), May I come in?” Remembering you were naked, you wrapped the blankets around you to hide your indecency. “Come in.” You yelled quietly.

The butler was pushing a trolley, on the top, there looked to be a tray of food and juice, on the middle tray were some of your selfcare products you had brought with you. On the bottom were your clothes from yesterday, washed, iron and folded neatly. “I’ve brought you your clothes and some breakfast Miss (L/n).”

“Thank you, Miss..?” You never caught her name. She bowed her head in respect. “My name is Quincy, Miss (L/n). Feel free to address me as such.” You nodded and smiled. “Thank you Quincy.” She left and you immediately hopped out of bed and grabbed one of Illumi’s shirt’s from his closet.

You approached his trolley and saw a simple breakfast of rice, egg and bacon. A glass of juice sat next to your hot bowl with a folded piece of paper. You took the paper and unfolded it. 

Dear (Y/n),

I realize how unbecoming it was of my mother to interrogate you like that at dinner in front of the family. You must have been uncomfortable and nervous and it is to my shame that you had to endure that.

Allow me to make it up to you, at this point, you have missed breakfast but I would not have you sit with us after the humiliation you suffered last night and my failure to stop it.  Enjoy this breakfast and use the shower. I would like you to meet with me in the gardens at twelve o’clock. I have a gift for you.

Forever yours,

Illumi Zoldyck.

You rubbed your eyes and a sad smile graced your lips. You knew he cared about you, you just knew it. Hopefully this would all be resolved soon and maybe just maybe, this would make you two stronger.

*********

Kikyo peered into the training room and smirked as her eldest son was completing his cool down stretches. She was in a mood. A good mood shockingly enough but for all the wrong reasons. In her eyes, Illumi was perfect. Her perfect boy who she had raised to be the perfect killer. It took blood sweat and tears but the final result was everything she had hoped for.

Now if only Killua could follow his example, then everything would be jolly but not everything goes to plan. She could only have faith in her husband's words and hope that Killua comes back home. But for now, she’ll wait patiently. He does have that needle in his head so he should be safe.

But for now, she was worried about her current problem, how to get rid of the wench that had seduced her precious Illumi. To her it was unforgivable. The unforgivable crime of having her firstborn stolen from her by some little goody two shoes rat. Illumi is simply minded. Sure this girl may seem pretty but she’s strong. Too strong for Kikyo to feel comfortable with.

Being a specialist and an exorcist is definitely something to brag about but still, from what she knows, she slowly but steadily becomes better and better in combat and her nen abilities. She needs a woman she can control, someone who wouldn’t dare rise against her or turn her son against her.

She’s too kind hearted and loving. That could weaken Illumi and that's not what he needs.

But if he was only using her for things like sexual gradtification then she would understand, her son was young man and he needs an outlet to release all his wants and desires on. But even so, she may be a pretty girl, but she’s not the most beautiful creature to walk the earth.

And she would make her son see that.

“Oh Illumi dear!” She walked inside the training room and Illumi completely halted his actions. “Yes mother, what is it you require of me?” He stood up and was on the same level and she put on a fake smile. A smile she wore many times in her youth when she posed as a damsel in distress in order to get closer to her targets.

“Illumi dear, I haven’t spent much time with you recently and I think you and I should have some mother-son bonding time. Don’t you think that's appropriate?” He tilted his head at her request. “That's new, you usually don’t ask such of me.” He stated. Kikyo got ticked off by the answer and slammed her fan down into the palm of her hand. 

“And!? Are you questioning that I have some form of ulterior motive?! How dare you disrespect me like that Illumi! You ungrateful child!” You spat. Illumi blinked and sighed. “I didn’t say that Mother, I just said you don’t usually ask me things like that.” She began to fake tears of betrayal and fell to her knees. “Is it too much for a mother to spend some time with her first born! After all, you are about to leave me behind for some other woman! How can you be so careless of my feelings,iIl?!”

He sighed and bent down to caress his mother’s back. “I’m sorry mother, I had no idea I was thinking so carelessly. Allow me to go check on (Y/n) first.” He stood up but his mother grabbed his arm. “Oh don’t be silly Ill, I’ve already sent a butler to come and show her around. Come let us go to the Gazebo.” She proceeded to drag him out of the training room, uncaring of his protests to shower first due to his clothes being riddled with sweat.

Her plan was showing results.

Kikyo spotted Butler, Quincy leaving the laundry room, a pair of clothes neatly ironed and folded. She placed them on the bottom shelf of the trolly, having already collected the Harlot’s toiletries and breakfast. Kikyo came out from her hiding spot and approached the female butler.

“Servant.” She commanded, Quincy stiffened and turned around to face the lady of the house. “Yes My Lady?” She bowed her head quickly as a sign of respect. Kikyo handed her a folded piece of paper. “Put the note beside her food. I want you to head straight to her room and deliver her food to her. Don’t answer any questions about the note. Tell her it's not for you to say. Once it's there, leave immediately.”

Quincy nodded her head. “Yes My Lady.” She shuffled off, pushing the trolley off in the direction of Illumi’s room. Kikyo smiled victorious. She felt offended that the girl didn’t sleep in the room she set up for her but she is her darling Illumi’s plaything, it can’t be helped.

This will teach her to come to her home and try to steal her son away. She had seen Illumi’s handwriting many times, so forging a note was easy work. This will surely drive them apart.

*******

Saying you were sad was an understatement. You were incredibly distraught. 

After breakfast, you spent much time in the bathroom, shaving your bodily hair, plucking eyebrows, using expensive serum’s to make your skin glow, eye masks, lip masks, face masks, pore strips and eyelash serums. You could keep going. You maintained your hair so it was silky and moving, just how illumi liked it. You spent ten minutes making sure there were no knots in your hair.

And now you were at the gardens, you arrived five minutes early to make sure you didn’t miss him. You then looked at your watch. It read twelve thirty five, you had been sitting on this stone bench for forty minutes and you were completely stumped. Why hadn’t Illumi shown up?

“Miss (L/n)? Are you alright Ma’am?” You looked to your right and spotted Quincy. She bowed and you were honestly getting sick of all the formalities. “No, not really. Illumi promised to meet me here half an hour ago.” You shook your head. You didn’t know what to do anymore. “That is quite strange. Master Illumi is quite punctual.” She informed you but you couldn’t help but put your face in your hands and groan.

“What is up with him? I’ve never seen him act like this. It scares me..”

“Is there something we can help you with, Miss (L/n)?” said a deep voice.

You turned the opposite direction and saw it was the old woman from the other day and a much younger woman with long black hair and grayish green eyes. They approached and bowed slightly. “Ms. Tsubone! Ms Amane!” Quincy bowed quickly at the two other butlers and you were just confused on what was happening.

“My lady, I am Tsubone. Master Silva’s personal butler and this is my granddaughter, Amane. If there’s something troubling you, we’d be more than happy to assist.” She gave a gentle smile, her granddaughter didn’t give one though. You could tell she was trying to come off as friendly. “Well, the only thing I want right now is to see Illumi. He promised to meet me half an hour ago.”

“Master Illumi? Why, He is with his mother at her gazebo.” Tsubone informed. Your face dropped. Then it turned to anger. You quickly stood up. “What!? What is he doing there! He promised to meet me-” You froze and looked at Quincy. Something wasn’t adding up. You pulled out the note.

“Quincy, who gave you this note?” You demanded. Quincy kept her lips sealed, only uttering. “It's not for me to say..” You began to get frustrated. “Okay, someone is keeping secrets from me and this isn’t cool!” Tsubone tapped your shoulder. “If you allow me, my lady.” She held out her hand and you handed her the note. She opened it up and observed the note.

The paper was a light lavender color The paper itself was embroidered with a darker orchid design.

“I recognise this paper anywhere. Madame Kikyo keeps a notebook filled with these types of pages on her vanity, and uses them to write notes to her husband.” You felt stupid after her analogy. Of course! Of course that witch would pull something like this. You’ve been completely bamboozled.

“I knew it.. I knew things couldn’t be that simple. No. Things can never be simple.” You wail, keeping your tears out of your eyes. This woman was doing this to get a rise from you. You massage your temples and groan. “When can I get a moment of peace? Why is she doing this? Why is Illumi letting her do this?” 

“If I may, shall I give you some advice ma’am.” The older woman spoke. You nodded and took a seat on the stone bench. “Master Illumi takes after his mother, Madame Kikyo. I served the Zoldyck clan long before Madame Kikyo became the Matriarch. She is not a good woman. She is a twisted woman and those traits shine strong in master’s Illumi and Milluki.”

You listened carefully to her words. You always knew that Illumi wasn’t the most morally gray man to live, he and Hisoka were always up to no good but you loved him, so you thought you could live with that. “You my dear seem like a kind and compassionate woman, it's obvious you care about master Illumi. In another world, there might have been a chance you could’ve helped him with his demons. But I’m afraid as long as Madame Kikyo is alive, she will always have her claws sunk deep into him.”

“No! That can’t be!” You protested. Your fingers twisted through your locks and pulled at them. “She’s his mother, she can’t seriously control his movements his entire life. For instance, Illumi chose me! He asked to court me, why would he let her mess everything up!” You rubbed your bare arms, Tsubone bowed slightly. “(Y/n), may I call you that?” she requested.

“Um, of course.” You granted. Tsubone sat on the other end of the bench and looked you straight in the eyes. You knew the nexts words she would say would be harsh but something tells you, you need to hear her out. “(Y/n), Master Illumi is not the heir of the Zoldyck clan, I’m sure you know this. That privilege has been left to his younger brother Killua. One the main reasons he is not the heir is because he is too unstable and power hungry for his own good. (Y/n), leave this place, leave master Illumi while you can. I fear if you stay too long, both Master Illumi and Madame Kikyo will break you down, destroy you until you are a putty, and you will be molded to be the ideal woman they want you to be.”

“That… That…” You couldn’t get what you wanted to say out loud. Not until you were interrupted.

“My, My. What is all this commotion?” Sounded an old voice.

The three butlers bowed and you noticed Zeno approach the four of you. “Ah, Mr Zoldyck.” You got up and bowed your head. Zeno waved off the butlers. “Go, leave us be.” The three butlers dispersed at his command. “Is there something I could help you with Mr Zoldyck?” He chuckled at your question. “Child, just Zeno will do just fine..” You blushed as he walked past you. “I- I’m sorry… Zeno?” It felt weird referring to him by his given name, like what your doing is forbidden.

“Me and Kalluto will be heading up the mountain, since Illumi’s not with you, will you join us?” He offered, you looked around, it didn’t appear that your boyfriend would be showing up any time soon so you nodded. “Um… Okay.” You joined him but his side and walked towards wherever he was leading you too.

*****

“So tell me, what do your parents do for a living?” The old man asked as you traveled up the mountain, you kept a steady pace with him as Kalluto kept silent. He didn’t seem like he wanted to talk much and you could respect that. “My father is a ruins hunter. My mother died a year after I was born. She had stage four cancer that went undetected. Dad has raised me ever since.” You both hop over a trench, Kalluto following you.

“I’m sorry to hear that, it must have been hard for your father. Dealing with Child rearing and work.” He stated, you couldn’t help but giggle. “Hm? What's funny?” the old man’s interest in you had peaked. “I don't think it was hard. My dad always told me that even though it was sad we lost mom, his team was there to help pick him back up.” You then divulged your life story to the old man.

You had a happy childhood, your dad would take you on many adventures and you can’t remember a moment when you were sad. It wasn’t just your dad, he had a whole team filled with different hunters who you considered family. A couple in the team had a few kids who you would look after where every morning, you woke up to a fresh catch and everynight, you would sleep under the stars.

“Well, it seems you had a very cheerful childhood.” The old man noted and you nodded. “Yeah, I remember when I left my dad’s team to become a hunter and fighter at heavens arena, everything was very different. The city, the people. I was scared at first but it became okay- oh!” You noticed a certain flourish of leaf-like sprouts coming from the ground.

“What are you doing now?” Zeno seemed confused by your actions. “This is a rare plant! I’ve only seen it in books but apparently it's meant to strengthen your immune system and it's great for building up resistance to poisons and venoms.” That seemed to earn a laugh from Zeno. “That rare plant is a native species to this mountain. We cultivated it to survive and the volcanic soil surely helps with its growth. We always cook it with our meals.”

Even Kalluto was surprised. “I didn’t know that grandfather.” He looked down at his grandson and snickered. “Well we do have the genes, it’s what helped us get where we needed to be.” You smiled, at least now you knew why Illumi was so unaffected by poison now. “That is so cool!” You commented.

The three of you finally made it up the mountain, Zeno sat on a tree stump to rest his weary bones. You went further into the crevice of the mountain and saw the gaping hole of where the volcanic lava should be. “How long has the volcano been asleep for?” You asked Zeno as he rolled his shoulders. 

“Can’t say, I do believe it might have been a few thousand years.” He commented. You looked out at the view but you couldn’t really see much due to the cloud bank. “Aw man… If these clouds weren’t here, I’m positive I could see the world tree..” You moaned.

You felt a tug on your shirt and you looked down to see Kalluto trying to get your attention. “Oh, Is there something you need, Kalluto?” He remained silent. He reminded you of Illumi in a way, very silent and kinda vague. “You said you can read fortunes with tarot cards, can you read mine?”

Your mouth gaped and turned into a smile. “Aw, of course I can!” You said giddily. Kalluto took offense and sneered. “Hey! Don’t be like that! I just want to see if you're telling the truth!” You chuckled before sitting down on the ground. “Okay, Okay. Let's get started!”

Kalluto joined you on the ground and you reached into your card pouch. In your hands were the key to your fortune and clairvoyance. The back of your cards were blue, they were an old brand that your father and you picked up at an old store that sold crystals and what not. You think you were eight when you got these.

You shuffled the cards in your hands, Kalluto spoke up. “So, how long have you done tarot card readings?” He asked. You smirked. “Well I got these twelve years ago, but it took me a while to remember all the cards names and their meanings. So maybe eleven, ten? I wasn’t the brightest kid.” He looked at you like you were stupid and you expected that reaction.

You laid the cards out in front of you in a neat row and looked down at your client. “Well go on, choose one card.” he stuttered. “Wait, hang on, explain to me how these work again!” You nodded. “In this deck are twenty two cards, each with a positive and negative meeting. You will choose one and depending on what card you choose, will determine what part of your future I will see. Are you ready?”

He nods in turn and scans through the selection. You don’t look at the cards because many people think you looking at a particular card means something. It's in all honesty a random shuffle, you don’t know which card he’ll choose.

“Um…uhh….This one!” He picked up a card and handed it to you. You took the card and turned it over so he could see it. “The hanged man, a traitor who surrendered to his fate. Many sacrifice themselves in the name of martyrdom when they believe what they are doing is right, but it could be no matter how much you bet on it, there could always be a negative outcome…. Would you like to see more?”

Kalluto was confused by your words. But the minute he handed your card to him, you could already see the painful yet needed journey he was in for. He nodded cautiously. You held out your hands and he took them.

“WHY!? Why would Killua leave us?”

“I’ll make this right, I will bring him home.”

“Welcome to the phantom troupe.”

Kalluto pulled away when visions of the future came piling into his head. He fell back and looked at you with wide eyes. “What was that?!” he barked. Your eyes were dull, that he noticed. You closed your eyelids and rubbed them. “That was just a small peek into your potential future.”

“Potential?!”  He squeaked.

“These visions are subjective, the future always changes depending on the decisions you make. It's clear that you want someone back in your life, to bring stability. You will be willing to go to great lengths to ensure this but, ask yourself, are you doing it for yourself or for them?” You picked up your cards and put them back into their pouch before you stood up and walked over to Zeno who looked amused at the scene.

“That looked quite impressive.” He stated. You sat on the ground beside the old man, Kalluto never took his eyes off you, he looked a bit shocked, like he wasn’t ready to see what you showed him. But in your own words, A little bit of insight goes a long way. “It takes up quite a bit of nen to be honest, I always keep stores of it whenever I meditate.”

“And what you said, your visions are the subject. Something tells me you my dear don’t believe in fate.” He stroked his chin and you leaned back to look at the cloudy sky. “Nothing is set in stone, I’m a believer of the butterfly effect. You know the theory that when a butterfly flaps its wings, it can cause a typhoon somewhere else.” 

“A bit extreme if you ask me, why, can you think of an example?”

“Yeah actually. When I was living in the heavens area, i decided to stay up late one night, my match didn’t start till later on in the day. It was a bad decision on my part because I woke up later than I expected. I was in a rush to get to my fight and on my way, I ran into Hisoka who’s match wasn’t on until much later. If I decided to go to bed early and make it on time, you might be talking to someone else right now or no one at all, butterfly effect!”

The oldman chuckled at your analogy. “That is a strange way of looking at it, you are an intriguing girl (Y/n)”. A silence overcame the two of you as you stared off into the clouds. Slowly, they parted and you could see the view a lot more better. And that’s when you saw it.

“The world tree! I knew I’d be able to see it!” You grinned, pointing at the large tree in the far off distance. The old man looked at the tree too and smirked. “I remember climbing that tree once when I was a young lad, it was quite an exercise. Have you ever been there?” He asked and you nodded. “Yup, me and my dad have climbed it together a few times, we climb all the way to the top and then we’d eat some sandwiches and enjoy the view.”

You had to admit, you were enjoying your conversation with Zeno, he was a wise man and wasn’t at all what you expected. “Zeno, may I ask you a question?” He looked at you and shrugged his shoulders. “If I can answer it, then yes.”

“Is my relationship with Illumi… a losing battle?” You asked. You tried not to mumble but he heard you just fine. “It depends, why are you asking me this?”

“Well, I love Illumi… but ever since I got here, his mother has made it clear that I’m not wanted. Sure I don’t have a body count and I’m still improving my skills. I want to be recognised because that's what Illumi wants. I want to integrate into the family so that everyone will accept me but I’m kinda scared.”

He chuckled. “Scared of what? That Kikyo will feed you to Mike?”

“No!” You couldn’t help but giggle, although the thought of being fed to that overgrown hound is terrifying. “What I guess I'm saying is, if I do become a member of your family, I’ll have to reinvent myself. I have to become an assassin. I’m not judging you guys but it's a foreign concept to me. Killing people for money.”

He hummed. “I understand where you’re coming. You seem like a good person so let me tell you something. The difference between Illumi, Kikyo and I.” You were all ears, looking up at the old wise man. “You see, although it's embarrassing to admit, I’ve never taken a life outside of my targets. I keep it a principle of mine not to involve innocent people when necessary, keep my work life separate from my personal life.”

To your dread, you could already see where this was going.

“Both Kikyo and Illumi murder reguardless if the person a target or not. They are both mentally unstable, Kikyo will kill someone if they irritate her in any way, Illumi will kill someone if he finds it convenient for himself.” He stands up and you follow his lead. “Let me share some words of wisdom, (Y/n).”

“Yes Zeno.” You respond, putting your hands together, fidgeting your fingers. You wanted your relationship with him to work. Any advice would be good. 

“Illumi is a cold blooded assassin but he is capable of love. But the way he shows it and goes about it is self destructive and dangerous. Up until we met you, I’ve only known him to only be capable of showing love to his family. That fact he met you and fell in love is surprising but I have no doubt in my mind he will do anything in his power to keep you where he wants you.” He finished.

“But what about his mother? To him, she can do no wrong in his eyes.”

“You're right about that, he always has some backwards logic to justify her actions. I would be wary if I were you (Y/n) and watch your back.”

He called Kalluto to come follow him as he descended down the mountain. You followed their steps and began to go over everything that happened since yesterday. Kikyo doesn’t like you. Illumi wants you to conform and work harder for her approval. Tsubone has advised you that getting involved with Illumi was not good on your part and Zeno backs it up by telling you that Illumi is too psychotic for a healthy relationship.

You needed a fucking drink.

****

Descending the mountain until you caught sight of the Zoldyck mansion.  You felt a sense of dread. You would have to face Illumi and Kikyo. You began to question why you even agreed to come here in the first place, the worst decision you ever made. You knew you couldn’t avoid your boyfriend but you had to have a long talk about him and his priorities.

Speaking of the devil, as you entered the gardens with Zeno and Kalluto, you saw none other than your beloved Illumi heading straight for you. “(Y/n).” He did not look happy, and he had an emotionless expression on his face. That spoke volumes on just how well you knew him. “Illumi, I can explain-”

He wrapped his arms around you tightly, you couldn’t help but blush at the contact. “Illumi..?” His grip got tighter and tighter as if you could disappear at any moment. “Where did you go? I searched everywhere for you.” Was he scared that you might have left? “Well-”

“I invited (Y/n) to come up the mountain with me and Kalluto. Calm yourself, we had an insightful chat. In my opinion, she's a bit of your league grandson.” Zeno interfered, putting his hands behind his back and walking off. Kalluto stepped to your side, looking up at you. “Hey, (Y/n)..” He uttered.

You looked down at him from Illumi’s tight grasp. “Yes Kalluto?” He had a light blush on his face before muttering. “Yourprettycool.” quickly before running off to join his grandfather. That honestly surprised you, you thought that he may have some feelings of uneasiness or resentment. You guess not.

“Well, it seems your grandfather and brother like me!” You joked. But Illumi kept staring at you with those serious eyes. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. “You love me right?” He asked, you were silent, you had no idea where this was going but your gut was telling you it was bad. “Uh- Of course I do. Why would you ask me that?” He pulled away from you harshly. “Would you do anything for me?”

“Yes, Illumi… What's going on?” he grabbed your wrist and pulled you along.

“My mother has invited some guests.”

*****

Illumi dragged you along to the east side of the manor while you tried to tell him he was hurting you. The butlers opened some large doors into a large drawing room. You paled.

Inside was Kikyo, she looked well as she always did. Wearing her large extravagant dress and frilly hat. She was surrounded by many young beautiful women in extravagant dresses like her. They all looked to be around the same age as you, maybe a bit older. They all had a look of disdain directed towards you.

“Illumi! There you are, please come and talk with us, these women are dying to meet you.” 

At that point, you were done being polite. You were pissed. “Just what the fuck is going on here?!” you screamed. Beautiful woman, around the same age as you and dressed like her? This wasn’t a fucking coincidence.

“You rude little trollop! Illumi, tell her what is going on.” Kikyo smirked. Illumi looked at you and for once, you didn’t recognise him. “Mother has gathered these women to be prospective brides. We’ve come to an agreement.” He seemed… pleased. You didn’t like that.

“Basically!” She interrupted, standing up, the other ladies joining her. They all had devious smiles, like they were about to ruin your day, maybe even your whole life. “These lovely women are from respectable clans, all drained in the ways of assassination. One of them will have the honor of joining our clan and become Illumi’s wife. Meanwhile, we’ve agreed that you’ll become his mistress. You did say you would do anything for him.” The woman by her giggled, making you feel like a fool.

“Illumi. You can’t be serious! Do you realize what you're agreeing to?” You bark.

“It's fine.” He sighed.

“What do you mean it's fine!?” you screeched.

“Don’t shout like that, it's immature. I’m doing it for you. I know I can’t force you to become an assassin. You being a mistress will be a good thing. We can still be together.” He responded condescendingly. You heard the gaggle of women giggle. “Well there you have it! (Y/n), be a dear and return to your quarters, Illumi must decide which one of these beautiful ladies will be his wife.” Kikyo spoke.

He walked forward and you felt a wave of emotions. Humiliation, shame, anger, sadness and worst of all betrayal. You came to the ever prolonged conclusion that even if you fought for Illumi, he would not fight for you. It was over from the beginning, he was never going to fight Kikyo for you. And that was a fact.

The women continued to snicker at you, you felt helpless, trapped. This would be your life from now-

….now…

You reached up to your collar bone and felt for the necklace. The one Illumi had gifted you. It was then you realized you do have a choice. You always had a choice. And you decided at that moment that you don’t deserve this.

Without a moment's hesitation, you ripped the necklace from your body and threw it at Illumi’s head. He didn’t dodge it but he didn’t see it coming. The room went quiet. Illumi turned to face you and Kikyo growled. “How dare you?! I welcome you into my house and this is how you repay my kindness!?”

Illumi’s face had changed progressively, he was annoyed but he was also confused on why you did that. You would not cry, you would not shed a tear. You only had one thing left to say to him.

“You and I are fucking done.”

You stormed out of the drawing room. You heard voices being raised.

“(Y/n)! Come back!” Illumi yelled.

“Don’t bother with her my dear! She was never good enough for you!” Kikyo argued.

You were finished with this relationship. It was sickening, thinking you and him would be forever only to find out he was nothing but… momma’s boy? A coward? No… It didn’t matter any more. You no longer wanted anything to do with him. 

You found your room and  immediately began to shove your clothes into your bag, uncaring if they got crumbled. You were positive your toiletries were still in Illumi’s bathroom. “Fuck it..” You cursed, you could always buy more when you got back to the city. Just grab your things and go, no one was forcing you to stay here.

“(Y/n).” You heard the harsh voice of your now ex boyfriend. You turned around and went white. He was oozing bloodlust, you had only seen him like this a few times but it had never been directed at you. You swallowed and gripped your hands into tight fists. You would not let Illumi force you into submission.

“Illumi, please get out of my way.” You were forced out. It was scary seeing him like this, but you had to be brave, not to show him any weakness. “You can't leave me.  You really want to throw everything we have away?”  You scoffed at the hypocrisy of this man. “If you're so willing to cast me aside for your mother, then yes. I am.” You grab your bag and rush past him but he grabs your wrists.

“You should go to sleep, it's getting late.” He stated before pulling you out of your room and dragging you off in the direction of his room. “Illumi! Let go of me! I said I’m done!” he gripped your wrist tighter as you tried to pull away, even digging your feet into the floor to resist. “No you’re not, we are still together! Are you acting like a child because of this? Nothing has changed.”

“Nothing has changed?! You just agreed to make me a side hoe! All the while you get married to another and have kids with her!” You challenged, trying harder to pull away, dropping your bag so you could use your other hand to pull him away from you. “That's what you're worried about? Sure I’ll be married to another woman but my sights will always be on you. You and I can still have kids, don;t worry about that.”

“What? So your mother can take them away from me as soon as they're born?! Don’t make me laugh! I’m done wasting any more of my time and energy on you! I tried to do this for you, I tried to fight for you but you won’t do that for me, especially in the face of your controlling mother!” You barked.

That pissed him off. “Do NOT talk about my mother, do not bring my family into this. This is between you and me.” You scoffed at his response. “How can I not- actually, here look at this lovely letter you put on my tray this morning!” You grabbed the purple note and shoved it into his hands. He opened it and read it slowly.

“I never sent you this.” He said, which made you laugh. “Yeah, cause she planted it there. I was outside waiting for half an hour until Tsubone came and told me that the paper came from the notepad your mother had in her room. She has constantly set me up for failure and instead of siding with me, defending me you choose to bow down to her!” You pointed out.

“I do not bow down to my mother, you're being ridiculous. Not to mention you're giving yourself too much credit for being a victim. You can’t handle the pressure of being a Zoldyck. Perhaps I was wrong about you…” He was mocking you, so you would smack him with the truth.

“No Illumi, The only person who is wrong is you. Your mother has her nails so deep in you, you can’t even see it. Your nothing but a slave Illumi…to your family.. To your mother and to yourself. Your so trapped in your worker bee mindset, you can’t even see how FUCK UP you’ve become! I should of gotten the fuck out Heavans area if I had known a cowardly brian dead slave like you was gonna walk into my life-”

*SLAP*

“AGH!” You squealed as Illumi backhanded you across the face, sending your skidding across the floor, you felt dizzy at first. You couldn’t make heads or tails of what was going on. But you could hear Illumi’s footsteps get closer to you. “STOP! Get away from me! You monster!”

“Now…”

“Illumi! That's enough!” Barked the familiar voice of Zeno as he interrupted Illumi.

Finally your vision came to you as Zeno approached you two with Silva in tow. “Father, Grandfather.” Illumi acknowledged. You looked down at yourself and you were covered in your own blood. Illumi had broken your nose and your lip had been busted. The shock was only leaving and only then could you feel the pain Illumi had inflicted on you.

You couldn;t stop the flood of tears as you looked at the men you once loved. You could no longer recognise him. He had a violent tendency but never did you think he could or would hit you. Its like someone had ripped off a pair of rose coloured glasses from your face and made you look at the truth.

“Illumi, how much longer do you plan to dishonor our clan?!” Zeno barked. Illumi tilted his head dumbfoundedly. “What do you mean?” Silva had already gotten sick of all this drama happening in his house. “Kikyo already told us your agreement, what respectable woman is to sit back and let you treat her like this. It's bad enough you let Kikyo walk all over your relationship but raising your hand against her when she expressed the desire to leave?” 

“I was disciplining her, I thought that was necessary with one's wife.” Illumi argued before Zeno pushed past him. “Except she’s not yours. Not anymore.” Zeno offered his hand and you gratefully took it. “Tsubone, Amane.” Silva commanded as his two butlers  appeared. “Yes master Silva?” They said gracefully. 

“Take (Y/n) here and escort her to the airport, she wishes to leave.” Silva said, unfeeling.

“Yes sir.” Tsubone responded, taking your bag and taking your hand as Zeno passed you along. “Come now my dear, let's go.” She said comfortingly as Amane handed you a handkerchief for your face. You took it and allowed them to escort you out of the mansion.

****

“Is your nose ok?” Amane asked to help you down the mountain while you trained to keep awake, the smack took a lot out of you, the blood coming from your nose had stopped but you were still dizzy. “I think he broke my nose..” You sobbed

Tsubone let out a sad sigh. “I’m sorry you had to endure this, but I’m glad you found the courage to stand up to him.” You hummed acknowledgement. It was hard but in a way you needed to experience this. It was your first relationship so of course you didn’t see the red flags. Now you know better. Hopefully the nest man you meet will be nothing like Illumi-

“Mike!” Amane shouted. You looked up at the huge hound dog and paled. “He must have smelled your blood and came here!”

“Shit.” You cursed The two butlers in front of you. “(Y/n)! Stay back!” You actually backed up until Mike laid down and crawled on his belly towards you. Now if this had been a smaller dog, you would of found this adorable but with this big ass dog, you were fucking terrified.

“Oh, He’s not showing signs of aggression.” Tsubone noticed as they let  him pass. You backed into a tree and he cornered you. “S-Stop! N-Nice doggie…!” The dog sniffed you, around your lower torso, taking a nice long sniff. “Uh.. Is he gonna eat me..?” You squirmed as he got up and circled you almost protectively.

“No, but I don’t know why he’s acting like that. He only acts so friendly if it's one of the Zoldycks.” Tsubone commented as Amane came to retrieve you from the big dog. He had followed you to the testing gate and whined. It was nice to know only a few people in this place had your back but this was probably this last time you’ll see them or this place.

You shook your head to rid yourself of any doubt, as the testing gates were opened and you left the Zoldyck estate.

****

“Did you have to ruin the boy’s relationship?”

Kikyo didn’t notice her husband coming into her private chambers. She had been dressed for bed, wearing a silk nightdress and a sheer feather robe. Her hair was let down and the only thing she had yet to remove was her visor.

Her Husband was standing in the doorway, his arms crossed and his face contorted in a look of annoyance. “Ruin? I have no idea what you're on about dear, I simply showed the boy the truth.” She removed her pink lipstick, her favorite shade she wore daily.

“These actions of yours will have serious consequences Kikyo, have you thought about that?” He sneered approaching her vanity. He was angry, she could see he was trying to stop himself from roaring. “Honestly Silva, the girl would have never integrated into the family. She is too soft. Our new guests are girls trained from childhood to be the best of the best. They’ll do what they’re told. It's better this way for Illumi.”

“When has that boy even asked anything of us?” Silva questioned. That question put Kikyo off. “What? What do you mean?” She slowly stood up to stand face to face with her husband. She’s always known him to be unfeeling, it's how he has to be if he wants his children to be anything like him.

“For as long as I’ve known him, Illumi has always done what he told. Everything he has ever done has always been for the sake of the family. You and I both know that if it came down to it, he would die for this family-”

“Get to the point, Sliva!”

They were at a standstill with one another. Silva sighed, already fed up with the conversation. “The point is, you took away the only thing he wanted. If he wanted the perfect assassin bride, he would have come to us but no. He chose that girl.” Kikyo chuckled at Silva’s assumption. “Dear, Do you honestly think Illumi is going to throw a tantrum because I took one of his toys away? Don’t be foolish, he’s not a child.”

“He may not be a child, but he's a fully grown, cold blood killer who’s mentally unstable.” As soon as Silva spoke those words, Kikyo freaked out. “HOW DARE YOU! There is nothing wrong with him! All my sons are perfect. You’ll see, by tomorrow, he will have forgotten all about it.”

“ No Kikyo, by tomorrow, he will start to act out, he will fall so deep that not even you can pull him back up. Mark my words, this is only the beginning.” Silva stated before leaving his wife’s chambers.

****

Hey. Can we talk?

Can you please get over this tantrum? I want to see you.

Where are you right now? Are you meeting up with Hisoka?

You're not doing yourself any favors by dragging this out, talk to me.

I know you miss me, just talk to me and we can put this all behind us.

You know you’re in the wrong, I tried to help you.

My mother would have accepted you with open arms, you’re being too emotional.

Why are you not answering? You’re overreacting about all of this, I think you need professional help.

Why are you still ignoring me? Is it because I hit you? You brought that upon yourself.

Stop ignoring me.

Pick up your phone.

ANSWER ME.

STOP IGNORING ME.

Illumi stared down at his phone, his scream had been cracked. Why were you behaving like this? Won’t you be a good girl and come back to him? He had been messaging you on all your socials. Texting you, trying to facetime you, call you. He guessed you might have been upset so he set a few letters to your house along with a few bouquets of flowers and gifts.

How long has it been? Two? Three weeks since he last saw you. When he’s not on missions, he’s held up in his room, looking at his phone. He’s either trying to get through to you or looking at photos you two had taken together. He decided to take a break from contacting you and to look at your more recent pictures.

He stopped at the picture you had sent him. It was taken the morning before you left for his house. He was spooning you in bed and you put on a goofy face before taking a selfie. He remembered that morning all too well. You were so good for him. You were the best.

After that picture, you asked him for permission to suck his cock which he allowed. You looked so beautiful, using your mouth to pleasure him. After that, he tied your hands to the bedpost and ate you out. Afterwards you and him made breakfast. You sat at the table together in a comfortable silence, eating french toast and bacon. 

You two had gotten in the shower where you massaged shampoo into his scalp and went to work on his hair. He liked allowing himself to be vulnerable. Only in front of you though. He did the same for you and you two had relaxed in the bath together, allowing the minerals you had put in before to sink into your skins.

After a light yoga session, he had rubbed your feet to make sure they didn’t get sore. Afterwards you had asked his permission to kiss him, he granted it and you had crawled onto his lap to smooch him. He remembers holding your waist and grinding you against his clothed cock until he shoved you onto the couch and pumped a nice creampie into your pussy, filling you up nicely.

Why? Why did things have to end the way they did? Did you not understand everything he tried to do for you? Sure he would be married to another woman but that wouldn;t mean his feelings would change for you. He would never feel comfortable with another woman. Couldn’t you see you were the one for him?

He won’t be happy with anyone else.

“Illumi dear?” He heard the shy voice of his mother as she entered the room. She came to check in on him. Over the past few weeks, she had been distant. Too distant for her own liking. Never bothering to look at her, say hello when he comes home from a mission.

It's been a week since the woman she invited over had left. She had instructed them to do whatever they could to have Illumi fall in love with them, but not a single one was able to live up to her expectations. He always shut them out or ignored him. She told them to pack up and leave, that they would  try again in the future.

“Yes… Mother..?” He was tired. He’d never sleep. Maybe two to three times a week at best. The bags under his eyes were proof enough. Kikyo was startled at her son’s condition. “Illumi! What is going on!? This is no way to conduct yourself!” He was on the floor, in the dark. Simply staring at his phone.

She turned on the light and was even more appalled at what she saw. He had been covered in poorly wrapped bandages, bloody could be seen through his coverings and judging the shape of his body, he had lost weight. “Illumi! Look at yourself! You’re scaring me!” She marched over to him and pulled the phone out of his hand.

“Don’t-”

The only thing she saw was photos. Photos and videos of him and (Y/n). Some wholesome, some lewd. But altogether, they looked happy with one another. “Illumi..” She wanted to say more but he aggressively snatched the phone out of her hand. “Don’t go touching my belongings.” He growled.

“Illumi!” she cried as he stomped over to his bathroom and slammed the door. Looking around his room, it was in disarray. His sheets did not look clean, there were visible stains, certain stains she could easily recognise, being a married woman, she grabbed his duvet and threw it over his bed to cover them.

While doing that, she smelt a strong fragrance coming from them, noticing a purple perfume bottle on his nice stand, she grabbed it. It must have belonged to (Y/n). Illumi had been spraying it on his bed at night. She also noticed the perfume was from one of those lewd lingerie companies. typical.

“Illumi, please talk to me.” She said calmly, opening his bathroom door. He was standing over his sink, brushing his teeth, with a pink toothbrush... He turned to look at her, he had some pink fluffy headband pushing his hair back, on the sink was a punch of feminine looking facial products and tools. Even the hair brush was a shade of hot pink. “Illumi… Is that.. (Y/n)’s toothbrush you're using..?”

He didn’t say anything, only proceeded to slam the door in her face.

****

“I messed up.”

Kikyo admitted after storming into Silva’s personal chambers and sitting in the chair in front of him. Silva merely relaxed, a face of indifference on him as his hound snored. “I told you this would happen. This is only a taste of things to come. He will spiral out of control and there is nothing you can do about it.” He looked away from his wife.

Kikyo bit her nails, thinking. “There has to be a way to fix this… that girl is our only solution..” she scowled. As much as she didn’t want to admit it that girl was the only solution to fixing her son. “True, she might have been the solution.”

“Might?! Silva, I’ve seen the boy brush his teeth with HER toothbrush, using her tools and products. Hell, all he does when he’s home is look at pictures of her. I think it's safe to say she is the solution!” Why was her husband being like this? First he tells her that this girl and Illumi should be left alone and now he wants to avoid involving her?

“Kikyo, I won’t involve that girl any more. She’s already made up her mind she no longer wants anything to do with Illumi. Unless you’ve got a good reason to bring her back, then I don’t want you or anyone going after the girl.” Silva demanded. His words were absolute. Kikyo growled, storming out of his room.

She couldn’t have this continue. Her son’s sanity and dignity as an assassin was at stake. Those wounds on his body, they aren't self inflicted but she could tell he’s been slacking off. He no longer cares if he gets injured, he’s not upholding that standard of what a Zoldyck assassin should be.

She entered her room and grabbed her dial phone, punching in the numbers to the butler's quarters. “Hello?! Yes, Gotoh. Bring me Votu. I have a mission for him!”

****

“Well, well, well. It's been a while since you and I have seen each other~.”

You went to meet up with Hisoka in Yorknew after a few weeks of isolating in your apartment. You were dealing with what people called ‘The five stages of grief.’ The grief of your now dead romance with Illumi, you hadn’t told anyone yet but you figured you should tell Hisoka. You do plan on walking away from the partnership.

“Yeah, well forgive me magician, I was going through a bit of turmoil.” You sat down on the bar stool next to Hisoka. You were wearing a short shimmering silver dress, hoop earrings and 5 inch heels. He hummed in amusement, swirling his whiskey around in his glass before turning to the bartender. “A drink for her please, what will you be having~?” He asked You sighed before looking at the bartender. “I’ll have what he’s having.”

The bartender nodded. “So, Illumi told me you were behaving like a brat at his place~ But I wanted to get your side of the story~” You groaned at his name. Resisting the urge to rub your face, not wanting to smudge your makeup. “Do you want the long version or the short version?”  You asked.

“Don’t bore me with the details, short version.”

“Bascially, Illumi’s mother is the devil but Illumi sees her like some fucking angel. Hates me for no reason. Made it pretty fucking apparent when she invited five other hoes to be wife while they agreed I would be some mistress. So I said, fuck that shit, I’m out. Illumi got annoyed, didn’t want me to leave, so I called him and he hit me in the face. So yeah, I broke up with him.” You clapped your hands as the bartender put your drink in front of you. 

You took a much needed drink of your whiskey, letting out a sigh of relief. Looking back at Hisoka, he had a look of surprise. “What?” you asked. He in turn took a sip of his own drink. “Well, I wasn’t expecting that..” He remarked.

“What were you expecting?” You questioned, looking at the rack of liquor on the shelves. “I don’t know If I’m being honest, I’ve never met his family, he doesn;t like anyone contacting his family.” You two finished your drinks and ordered more. “So what will you do now? It's not like you can avoid him.” He noted.

“Actually, I can. I never want to see him. So, I’m ending the partnership…” You sighed, he raised his eyebrows. “What? Are you being serious?” He questioned. “Look Hisoka, You know I have nothing against you, I just don’t think I can ever be around Illumi again. I will be there for you if you ever need me, I owe you a lot.” You drank from your sugary cocktail as he chose another bourbon. 

“Well, it's your decision. I can’t force you. Are you here for the auction?” He changed the subject and you shook your head. “No, I just came here to talk to you.”

“Well that's good. I wouldn’t have gone to that auction if I were you.”

“Why do you mean?”

He used his fingers on the bar in a crawling motion. “Oh..” You knew what that meant. It meant he was up to no good with the Phantom troupe. “So what will you do now? Will you continue fighting in Heavens area?” You shook your head. “No, I’m done with Heavens area. For now anyway. I think I’m going to go join my dad and his team on the field. I’m a hunter so I’m gonna do my best to be like him-”

You felt a flood of pain enter your brain and you clutched the side of your head.

“Are you alright?” He asked as you took another sip of your cocktail. “I’m fine..” He just continued to stare at you. “What? Hisoka, you're kinda freaking me out.” You looked away, not wanting to face him. “Since when do you wear so much makeup?” You froze. “I.. uh.. Broke out.”

Your nose was fine, your lips too. But over the course of the last few weeks, your face broke out, acne covering  your forehead, cheeks and chin and body. You’ve been doing all you can to stop it but you know the reason why it's happening.

“(Y/n). Are you sick? Women’s troubles?” He asked quietly. You didn’t see any more reason to hide it from him.

“I’m pregnant.” You stated. 

Not loud enough for everyone to hear, just to reach Hisoka’s ears. He didn’t know how to react, his face was stone cold. “Did.. I hear that correctly?” You nodded. “Yeah. I went to the doctor to get a blood test two weeks ago which confirmed it.” Hisoka looked left and right before coming back over to you. “How far along are you?” he asked.

“Seven weeks.” You muttered. A serious expression painted his features. “If Illumi or the other Zoldycks find out-”

“Don’t worry, I’m going to book an appointment at a clinic in the federation of Ochima. I’m meeting up with my dad and his team for their next expedition. I’m going to abort it…” You said sadly, taking a last drink from your cocktail before ordering another one. “By your tone, you sound like you don’t want to.”

“I don’t know. But I can’t risk being hunted down by the Zoldycks of all people. Besides, if I did give birth to this child, it would resent its life. They would be trained like Illumi was and I don’t wish that upon anyone.” Hisoka hummed at your resolve. “I have to admit, Illumi always did have a few screws loose. I don’t think he would be proper father material anyways.”

It hurt you more than anything but Hisoka was right. Before you had visited the Zoldycks and got a true glimpse into what their lives are like, you dreamed of what your life would be like. Illumi always told you he wanted to start a family with you. You would dream of a nice happy home, children in your arms, Illumi coming home to greet you with a kiss everyday.

That dream had been shattered.

“It doesn’t matter anyway. My flight is this week so I probably won’t see you for a few months.”

“Shall we drink for new beginnings?” Hiskoa raised his glass, a smirk on his devilish face.

“Lets.” You clink your glass with his.

*****

“The girl is pregnant, madam.” Spoke Votu on the other end of the receiver.

“What?! Are you sure?” Kikyo huffed, sitting at her vanity, looking at herself in the vanity mirror, biting her nails. “Affirmative Madame.” Seven weeks but she discussed with Morow that she plans to abort the child once she reaches The Federation of Ochima.”

“I see.” She stopped biting her nails to straighten her hat. “Would you like any further action from me madam?” Votu asked, currently standing on the street outside the bar you were in, talking to Kikyo on the phone.

“Yes, I want you to tail that girl and give me any more updates. But before that, break into that clinic she got her blood work done and fax me those results. I need prove she is indeed with child and remember, do not mention a word about the abortion. Do you understand Votu?”

“Of course madame, I will take this with me to the grave.”

“Good.” She slammed the receiver back onto the base of the dial phone.

****

“Silva!” Kikyo cried as she burst into the dining room where her father, husband, and Kalluto were currently eating breakfast in silence. First thing Kikyo did that morning was go to Milluki’s room where the fax machine was kept for Zoldyck intelligence only. He was a bit surprised to see her come in so early.

After she confirmed with Votu that the results he sent her were correct, she rushed to her husband’s side.

“What is it now, wife?” He asked, slightly annoyed. She put the papers in front of him so he may read it himself. “What is this Kikyo..?” She slammed her hands to show her authority. “Positive Pregnancy test results Silva! What else?”

“Are you guys having another baby?” Zeno asked curiously and worried.

“Am I going to have another sibling, mother?” Kalluto pipped, eyes full of hope.

“What? No! Don’t be ridiculous.” Kikyo fumed while pointing her finger at a certain section of the page. “Look there.” Silva looked to where his wife had directed him. “(Y/n) (L/n)” Silva read out loud. The room went dead silent. Everyone stopped eating. “(Y/n) is pregnant with Illumi’s baby. Is that enough reason to bring her back here?”

“How do you even know this in the first place?”  Silva interrogated. 

“I sent one of the butlers to do a bit of recon work on her. You said it yourself, you won’t bring her back with a good reason, I had to dig up whatever I could.” That caused Silva to sneer. “And how do I know these results aren't fake? For all I know you had someone forge these.”

“Do you believe I would go that far? As far as anyone is concerned, she could have at least a million photos of Illumi on her phone she could give out to blacklist hunters, Each one giving her a million jenny! Jeopardizing Illumi’s anonymity? Why would I fabricate something like this?!” Kikyo argued.

At the end of the table, Zeno shrugged. “She does have a point, Silva.”

The man folded his muscled arms, going over all the information that he had just received. “Where is this butler you had watch the girl?” Kikyo in turn folded her arms. “Votu. Is currently watching (Y/n), His last report told me she flew back to her apartment in Padokea and is ending her apartment lease with her landlord. She’s already packed up and on her way to the Federation of Ochima.” 

“I see..” Silva was still debating it in his mind so Kikyo decided to give him the extra nudge.

“Look Silva! That girl is pregnant with a Zoldyck child! We can not allow her to walk around with Illumi’s bastard. This will put a serious stain on our reputation and honor if enemies are found out. It would smear our very name. We will look no more like lowly, unruly mercenaries.”

After that, Silva stood up and faced his wife. “Okay then. I’ve made my decision. While I do not want this girl involved in any more petty drama you have going on with, We can not ignore that she is carrying our grandchild. Inform Illumi and tell him we will allow him to go get her back.”

She nodded her head and as she exited the hall, she had a malicious smirk on her face.

****

As she wandered down the hallway to illumi’s room, it finally snapped in her head. She was going to be a grandmother. A grandmother. It was one thing having your own kids but having them give birth to their own children. Kikyo felt elated, cheery, happy. She never once thought what having grandchildren was like but now one thing was for certain.

She wants them and there was no way you were going through that abortion.

Before she entered Illumi’s room, she pinched her cheeks and thought sad thoughts. “Killua leaving home. Killua making friends. Killua abandoning me.” She quietly chanted to herself before she dramatically bursted into Illumi’s room without a care on what he was doing. “Illumi!”

He was on his bed, going through his phone, looking at pictures of her before his mother burst in, gracefully falling to the floor with tears flowing past her visor. “Oh Illumi! Illumi my son!” he cried. He didn’t care. He didn’t think he could care any more. Not about his mother, Hisoka, hell not even Killua. Not unless (Y/n) was with him-

“It's (Y/n) my dear! Oh my goodness Illumi, My poor heart can no longer take this suffering!”

Well, that got his attention. “Mother? What's wrong? What happened to (Y/n)?” He put his phone down and got off his bed, crouching beside his mother. She in turn grabbed his shoulders. “Illumi! (Y/n) is seven weeks pregnant! Pregnant you here! And we have no doubt that the child is yours!”

Illumi froze, for weeks you’ve been ignoring his calls, his text and all other forms of contacting you. These past few weeks, he has felt empty without you by his side. Not being able to touch you, hear your voice. He even started to regret hitting you. And then his mother comes in and tells him you are with child. His child. He didn’t know what else to say, other than-

“Well, yes. We had sex almost everyday.”

Kikyo went silent, looking at him with an awkward stare before going back to bawling her eyes out. “That's not even the worst thing! She plans to abort the pregnancy! She wishes to deprive me of my first grandbaby!” In a second, Illumi’s emotions went from hopeful to murderous.

“....What..?” His bloodlust began to ooze everywhere, had she not seen him like that a million times, she might have been scared. Illumi was mad, furious. His teeth chattered with pure rage. First you abandon him out of ill temper and now you want to kill his baby? Kikyo grabbed her son by the face to have him look into her visor.

“Listen to me Illumi and Listen well. Your father and grandfather are under the assumption she intends to keep the baby. If they knew the truth, they would not have told me to tell you to go and drag her back here. Do you understand what I am saying Illumi?”

He clenched his teeth together as his bloodlust eased. He knew what he must do.”

“Crystal.” He sneered.

“Good, I have a butler tailing her to The federation of Ochima, I’ll give you his contact and let him know your-”

“Mother.” Illumi interrupted. Kikyo stopped in her speech as Illumi gave her a serious look. “Why are you doing this mother? I thought you disliked (Y/n). Why are you telling me this..?”

“Me? Dislike (Y/n)? No son! You have it all wrong, I was simply trying to protect you from a girl who would be the right match for you, she is a soft heart girl so you can see why I was skeptical of her. But now that I know she’s with child, this completely changes everything! I’m more than happy if you want her!” Kikyo lied through her lips. At this point, she would do anything to get her son to go along with her plans.

“I understand mother.” Before he went to stand up, Kikyo pulled him back down “But Illumi, there's something we need to discuss. You know how (Y/n) misbehaved when she came here. I don’t mind if she’s not an assassin but she must learn how to be a subservient and obedient wife. Promise me when she gets here, we’ll start on her training.”

It was that word that made him agree to it instantly. Wife. Kikyo just told him he’s allowed to make (Y/n) his wife. This is what he has wanted since the minute he knew he was in love with (Y/n). His smile was unnatural and creepy. Like a specter haunting his unaware victims, his words were absolute.

“Yes Mother.”

*****

“So, you’re telling me, you go out, you met some stranger and you decide to have unprotected sex with him?! (Y/n), I thought I warned you all about this!” Your father lectured while you sat at the table, drinking some hot chocolate. “I’m sorry dad but I was drunk! We were both drunk! Neither of us thought to use a condom and by the time I woke up, he was already gone!” you lied.

Now, Embarrassingly enough, you didn’t tell your father about your year long relationship with Illumi. One reason was because you didn’t know how he’d react to you being involved romantically with one of the most infamous killers in the world and two, Illumi wanted to wait to reveal your relationship until his parents approved of yours and gave you their blessings.

It's ironic now that you think about it. He was more concerned with his parents' approval of you then his with your father. “Whatever, what’s done is done.” He sat down beside you, running his hands through his hair. You two were in his tent on his next expedition. He met you at the airport where your two caught up. He brought you to the expedition site where everyone celebrated your return. 

You didn’t want to ruin the night by telling of your ‘So called’ one night stand and the abortion you planned on having but you couldn’t keep it from him forever. “So, when is your procedure?” He asked, taking a sip of his own hot chocolate. “Tomorrow night, I booked it in advance before I came here.”

He scratched his neck and sighed. “Listen, I’m not mad. Just a bit disappointed. I hope you learn from this and to not be so careless anymore.” He stated. You nodded. “I won’t dad. I promise.” He smiled and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

He took your empty cups and brought them to the basin where all the dirty dishes were kept. “In a few weeks, let's say you and I take a trip to the world tree. See if you can finally beat me this time.” You closed your eyes and laughed cockily. “You're on, old man!”

You hear something heavy drop to the floor.

You open your eyes and the world itself has slowed down. Nothing felt real at that moment. Your father lay on the ground, his throat slit too deeply to recover. He didn’t make a sound as all the life drained from his eyes. He went too quickly. Too quietly.

It was then reality hit you.

Your father was not moving.

“NOOOO!” You screamed at the top of you and you pushed the chairs out of your way to grab your father’s still body. “NO! No dad please! You can’t leave me! Not now! Please dad, don’t do this to me! Dad! DAD!” You screeched at the top of your lungs. You pressed your hand against his throat to stop the bleeding but it was all in vain, but you didn’t give up.

“EDITH! Please someone! Anyone please! Come help us please! Dad’s hurt! EDITH WHERE ARE YOU!?” Your continued screeching for the team's medic or just anyone to come help you save your dad. 

“I’m afraid Edith is ‘out’ at the moment.” You heard the all too familiar voice of your ex.

Illumi walked into the tent, you could see the blood on his fingernails as he looked down condescendingly and furiously. In that moment, you knew he knew. No one had to tell but you knew he knew. Did Hisoka rat you out? No, he couldn’t have done that. Hisoka is many things but a snake he isn’t, only not to those he’s actually friends with.

“Illumi…. Illumi please don’t do this to me..! I’m sorry! I’ll do whatever you want! Please just help my dad!” You were in full blown tears, having a proper hysterical fit. You heaved your chest quickly and viciously, were you going to die? It certainly felt like it. Your dad is badly hurt and he isn’t moving and illumi is angry with you. What should you do?

“(Y/n), You should calm down, all this stress of yours is not good for the baby.” He kneeled down beside you and put his hand on your belly, gently rubbing it. “Illumi! I-ill-illumi! My dad! My dad! Please help him-!”

“Yes, don’t worry. I’ll make sure your father is okay. You know you can depend on me.” Illumi smiled, making you look at him. In that moment, you knew everything would be okay. Illumi was there for you. Of course he would. He was your Illumi.

You knew you could trust him, even as he stuck a needle into the back of your neck to make you rest.

“Good girl.”

*****

You woke up with a terrible headache, your vision was blurry and you felt cold. Not unbearably cold but a chill. Thankfully whatever you were laying on was comfortable enough. Although, your arms did ache a lot.

“Ah, You’re finally awake.” You heard the voice of the devil. Your eyes shot open, even though your vision was still a bit blurry, you saw none other than Kikyo standing beside you. You looked around, you were in a holding cell of some sorts. You went to move your arms but they wouldn’t budge. You looked up and saw that your wrists had been chained to the wall.

“What is this!? What's happening!? Where’s Illumi? Where’s my DAD!?” you screamed, struggling in the bed they put you in. Looking down, they had put you in a white cotton nightdress.You kicked your legs, wanting to get free but not matter what you did, you couldn’t free yourself. You even tried to use nen but nothing worked.

“Are you finished with your tantrum? Because if you are, I’ll answer your questions.” She smiled smugly. You stayed still. You had no idea what more this woman wanted from you. “To answer your first two questions. We have placed you in solitary confinement. We became aware that you were pregnant with Illumi’s baby and decided you're much better off with us.”

You huffed sadly, looking up at the devious woman. “But why? I wasn’t planning to keep it, why go through all this trouble?” She seemed annoyed at your question, slamming her fan against her palm. “Because! You're a filthy little ingrate who sunk her paws too deep into my son! It's like he can’t function without you correctly and that became a problem! Besides, you are the womb that's holding my grandchild. I can’t simply ignore that.”

You swallowed but your throat was dry. Your sweat had made you cold and palpable fear built up in you.

“And to answer your previous question. Illumi is gone but he’ll be back in a bit. He brings you some things to make your stay comfortable, you can't have too much stress, it's bad for my grandbaby.” You were disgusted. This woman kept talking to you as if you weren’t human. Like you were only an incubator for Illumi’s baby, it sickened you.

“And for your last question, hmm! He’s gone, flew away to heaven to join your dear mother!” She said happily. You froze. So that wasn’t a dream? But that’s impossible! Illumi said he would help him, how could he do this. “But don’t worry dear, from now on, Silva will be your father and I will be your mother. I’ve decided you're much better off raising Illumi’s baby then off on missions, it's all you’ll be good for anyway.” She smiled, like it was an average tea time chat.

You started hyperventilating as she started to rant about how she’s excited for the arrival of her grandchild, hoping it would be a girl, what names she picked out, what your wedding will be like, what your dress would be like. This woman had your whole life mapped out for you and there was no longer anything you could do.”

“(Y/n), are you alright?” Illumi’s voice appeared as he walked inside to join you. At that moment, you lost it.

“NO! STAY AWAY FROM ME! YOU LIAR! YOU COWARD! YOU SAID YOU WOULD HELP HIM! WHY DIDN’T YOU HELP HIM! MURDERER! MURDERER!” You cried. Hoping anyone, anyone to come help you. But unfortunately, you were all alone in this.

“Illumi! Your wife is misbehaving!”

“I do believe she might have what some doctors call hysteria.”

“Oh! Well as her husband, you should see to it that she’s taken care of then!”

Kikyo smirked as she closed the cell door and Illumi walked towards you and put his hand up your skirt. Kikyo revealed in your screams as they traveled down the corridor.

Ah yes, What a fine daughter you will be.

For any of you wondering, I took inspiration from the new horror game, the quarry for (Y/n)'s nen ability and I've already posted this on on my A03 account if you want to check it out.

TheRedHarlotYouBreathFor - A03 account

OH GREAT HEAVENS

my tattoo artist went down on me (2k words)

paring: tattoo artist!eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie munson offered to design a new tattoo for you, during the session things got a little heated.

warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), oral (f recieving), fingering, squirting, some strong lanuage, and some cringey writing, if i missed any please let me know.

a/n: this is a super old draft from a few months ago so I hope you all enjoy <;3

feedback & criticism is very appreciated. please let me know if you have any thoughts on how I can approve. thank you :)

You stood outside the Munsons trailer, a tad bit nervous, but it is a normal feeling…especially when it comes to getting a new tattoo. But, the thought of Eddie Munson giving you said tattoo made your heart race even more…not that you didn't trust his tattooing skills…oh come on you didn't trust that boy's art skills at all.

All of a sudden the screen door of the trailer swings open, and there stood Eddie. Shirtless. Kind of sweaty. Messy curls as always. Slightly tighter jeans than normal. This look of his caught you off guard, rightfully so…it was a stunning look. “Are you just going to stand there like a creep?” He leaned his body against the door frame, crossing his arms while examining you.

Your mouth parted slightly like you were going to answer his question, but no words were coming out. All you wanted to do was stare at him. He knew. “Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” He whispered as you stepped through the doorway of the trailer, those words sent shivers down your spine. “Come on, I have everything set up in my room.”

“You do know what you're doing right, Munson?” You teased as Eddie led you to his room down the hall.

“Well how else do you think I got these sweet ole’ tatties, huh?” He points at the bats on his arm, “This is my newest work, you like?”

“Not really my style…but they're cool.”

“You seem hard to please…” He mumbles to himself as he sits down in a rolly chair, then opening a sketchbook turning to the page with your design on it. You just wanted some simple roses on your thigh, not too much. “Does this look like what you had in mind, darling?” He really needs to stop with these pet names.

His artwork was actually…good. Surprisingly. “Oh my gosh, I love that!” You exclaimed. He rolls over to the edge of his bed and pats it motioning for you to sit down. The workspace area wasn't the greatest but hey…it’s more professional looking than others. A single towel sits on the edge of the bed, the tattoo gun with the ink caps on a random nightstand and a pair of normal gloves beside it. “Well, I’m glad you like it…hopefully I can draw the sketch again actually on your leg”

Eddie says as he pulls out a couple markers, biting the cap off of one and spitting it out onto the floor, he rolls himself over to you. Putting his knee in between your legs, “Now which thigh are we putting it on.” His pretty brown eyes look up at you as his free hand caresses the side of your right thigh.

“U-uhm…my right one. I want it…” You pointed to the upper thigh of your right leg, making a general circle motion around the area. “About right here.” He moved his hand to that spot, retracing that circle you had made. “So, you want it right here?” You gulped at his question, feeling the slight tension building in the room. “I guess you're going to have to take these things off so we can get started.” His finger moves from your thigh to your hip, pulling on the belt loop of your jeans. “I thought I told you to wear something short.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I had just gotten off work and -”

“Y/N, i'm only playing around…” Eddie chuckled as he pushed himself back, giving you some space to take off your jeans. “Unless, you like to be told what to do?” His eyebrow raised as he watches you stand up and unbutton your jeans.

“Maybe I do, Munson.” His eyes widen at your words. “Oh really…” Eddie's words lingered as he rolled over to you, your hips perfectly in line with his head. “Maybe…I can help take these off for you, sweetheart.” His hands moved up your legs to your hips, pulling down on your belt loops. Pulling down your pants slowly. The feeling of his hands against your bare skin sends tingles throughout your body. The cold metal from his rings sent chills. The intimacy was a bare minimum, but your body craved more.

“Sit back down.”

You listened. He grabbed the marker again and began to draw the rose design on your upper thigh. About thirty or some extra minutes pass and he’s done with the sketch. It looked just like what was in his notebook. “You ready?”

“I guess so…lay it on me.”

Eddie’s been tattooing for about an hour. The vibrations from the tattoo gun piercing your skin sends tingles throughout your entire body. Causing you to grip onto the sheets of his bed, tighter and tighter and tighter. Eddie notices. He moves his free hand to your opposite leg, gripping his hand in the skin of your soft thigh. “Do you need a break?” You shook your head to signal no, you were lying.

He pushed himself back slightly as he lifted the machine up from your skin, placing it on the table beside him. “I can tell you need a break…” His words faded off almost like he was going to say more, which made you curious. Your eyes met his. He uses the chair to pull himself closer to you, leaving you face to face, merely inches apart. “Maybe, we can do something else…instead.”

“Like what?”

“Like this.” He pushes your body against the bed, now hovering over you. His finger pulls your chin up closer to his face, staring directly at your lips. You need him. All of him. You couldn't take the tease anymore, so, your arms wrap around his neck and pull yourself up to meet his lips. Clashing into each other. You wanted more. His lips trailed off yours, moving down to your chin, then your neck. Leaving a few marks on his territory. “Let me take this off of you.” He whines into the crook of your neck while pulling at the edge of your t-shirt. His hand starts pulling it up as you move with his movements finally taking it off. Exposing your bare chest.

Suddenly the heated makeout session paused. “Oh shit, I don't want you getting an infection with this thing being exposed. Stand up real quick.” He said as he stood up, reaching his hand out to help pull you up. He put a few layers of paper towels over the half-way done rose, taping the edges to your skin, making sure he doesn't make it too uncomfortable for you. “Does that feel okay?” You nodded at his question.

Eddie places a few soft and gentle kisses on your other thigh, getting closer and closer to you. You feel as his hand moves from the side of your thigh to palm your clothed pussy. His touch caused you to jump a tad, “Oh. Do you not want that?” He said as he looked up at you.

“N-No, I do, trust me. I want that.” You whined, practically begging for him at this point. A smirk grew on his face. Using his pointer he slid your panties over, running said finger down your pussy, “You’ve been this wet the whole time?” He sighed, “Fuck Y/N.” His pointer finger then enters your core, making slight pumping motions. Then pulling it out, putting his hands on your hips, his face directly in line with you.

“Take them off, please.” Your voice was breathy. Eddie wasted no time, pulling your hips closer to his face then using his teeth to drag your panties down your legs. Finishing taking them off using his hands. He stood up from the chair, towering over you, “Lay down on your back, bend your legs too.” He demanded.

You did just as he said, of course. Watching him get down to the right level, he threw your legs over his shoulder. His fingers danced around your entrance, sending pains to your stomach as the heat began to build. Your pussy was throbbing, craving for him to do something…literally anything. You weren't really an impatient person, but you just craved him. “Can you please do something Mun-”

You were cut off by him licking your cunt, tasting you from bottom to top. Sending you to throw your head back letting out a soft moan. Using his pointer and middle he spread your lips open even more, sticking his tongue into your core. Your hands reached between your own legs to his hair, yanking and pulling at his roots. “We’ll see if youre so hard to please…” He groaned into your pussy, the vibrations from his voice causing that heat to build even more in the pit of your stomach.

Eddie put his lips around your throbbing clit, while locking eyes with you. Your back pressed harder against the bed, he continued to lick and suck on your cunt, randomly pulling up to plant kisses on the inner thighs. His ringed hand rubbing up and down your thigh as the free fingers finds its way to your core again. His lips stayed on your clit as his fingers fucked your tight hole, his tongue dancing around your clit in circular motions. That intense feeling in the pit of your stomach gets warmer and warmer. “Eddie fuck!” You moan out, trying to catch your breath while he hasn't eased up one bit. “Are you already getting close sweetheart?” He whined as he pulled up from your pussy, removing his fingers from your center, “God, youre so fucking wet…” His hand reached up to your mouth, “Open for me…” His fingers that are covered in your juices enter your mouth, you take them deep, nearly down your throat.

He pushes your legs from his shoulders and plants them down to the bed, spreading your legs open further. Making his access to your pussy easier. “You can only cum when I tell you to, okay?” He says as he gets back down to your level, maintaining that intense eye contact still.

You nod, “O-Okay.” His tongue meets your core, in and out, circular motions, he then licks all the way up your cunt again taking in all your taste and juices. The feeling was incredible. He definitely knew how to use his tongue. He sucks on your bulging and throbbing clit again, using his pointer and middle to pound your hole again. Pumping them in and out. His free hand moved to your hip pushing you down deeper into the bed, the cold metal from his rings against the warmth of your skin. You were getting close, but he hasn't told you yet.

“Are you close, princess?” He moaned as he came up to catch his breath, how in the fuck did he know. “If you're close…you can cum.”

He didnt have to say anymore, “Eddie, fuck.” You cursed out as your head flung back, your chest rising up and down faster and faster. That warm pit in your stomach is nearly on fire. His fingers got faster and faster as they pounded into your core, “Cum for me baby…” he groans, your legs start to shake as an even more intense orgasm builds.

Then you did exactly what he said. As it snapped, you screamed, Eddie pulling his thick fingers from inside you, still pushing against your clit, a hard stream gushing forth. After a few moments, you are still shaken by the sensation. As his digits plunge into your dripping pussy,a few curses and moans of his name escape your lips, he pumps in and out a few more times before pulling them out and watching you squirt again.

“Fuck Y/N.”

“Shit Eddie, I am so fucking sorry.”

“No, I dont give a fuck about that.” His tongue licks off the excess cum dripping from your warm cunt. “That was fucking hot.”

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” You leaned down to his level planting a sloppy kiss on his lips. “Then let’s finish this tattoo.”

“Another round once I'm done?”

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