You weren't sure how it all got to this point, really. Never in a million years would you have imagined that you would be sitting on Megan's couch in her admittedly very nice Houston Apartment. Her show had been an amazing experience, and despite the bad blood between you, she seemed genuinely happy to see you. You still felt bad for the role you played in how things went down, but this seemed like a second chance at a second chance, and you weren't going to miss out on that.
Megan came down from her bedroom in some Purple shorts and a white shirt, her feet in fuzzy slippers that made you chuckle. You raise an eyebrow as she sits next to you, turning to face her fully.
"This place is nice," you complement her home, glancing behind her to see the photos lining the walls.
"Thank you! I was really debatin for real because I was like, do I really want a house? But then this place is almost just as expensive," She shifted so one leg was up on the couch, "But I just ain't ready for the commitment of a house yet. When I buy one I wanna go all out so I gotta get my bag up first."
You smile at the goofy grin on her face, as she rests her head on her fist.
"But what about you? How you been," Megan asked.
"I'm good. After graduation, I've been trying to keep busy with my photography and stuff, you know how it is," You shrug, "I'm still working at the Spa as you see, but really I try to stay in the city as much as I can."
Megan nods, "I ain't been home in a long ass time. It feels good to be back and to have a little break."
"I been following your career," you admit, "you been killin it girl. On your hot girl shit!"
"Ah," she sticks her tongue out, laughing, "I try, for real. Sometimes it be hard tho."
"I can understand that, but you doin exactly what you said. That's something not many people can say."
She stares at you for a long time, just taking you in. Her eyes are curious, and you sit still and let her look. You clearly can tell she has something on her mind and it wasn't your place to ask so you waited. Finally, she spoke after a few minutes.
"You know, I ain't realize how much I missed you for real," she says it quietly.
"I missed you too," you say it easily, "I'm sorry for how shit went down the last time we saw each other."
She laughs and rolls her eyes, "You was just being who you are, Y/N. I'm starting to realize that's just who and how yo ass is."
"Yeah I guess," you frown a little, "but I still didn't want shit to end like that."
Her face shifts, and she tilts her head as she looks at you, "you remember that night at the party? When we first had that fight?"
You're a little off guard about her question. You think back and nod slowly, not seeing where she was going with this whole thing.
"Yeah...I remember," you tell her.
She shifts closer, and you're suddenly aware of how good she smells. Megan has always smelled good but after a year? God damn.
You're so distracted by your own thoughts that you don't even notice Megan get closer until she's in your lap. Your eyes widen, and she smirks down at you.
"I've missed you, Y/N," She admits, "I didn't realize how much until I saw you today. I got what I was working for, but now that I have it I realized I have more time on my hands than I thought I would."
"So what you tryna say," you try not to assume anything.
"I'm saying if you don't kiss me right now you gotta get out my house."
You don't even give her time to breathe, your lips find hers and she immediately is into it. Her full lips feel better than you thought, and you feel yourself getting hard as she's grinding against you. You grab her ass, pulling her down harder as you suck her bottom lip. She moans, gripping your shirt to pull you closer.
"Megan-"
"Shh. When you talk you fuck shit up," she spoke around kisses to your neck, "Just wear me out and you ain't gone have to say nothing."
You resisted the urge to say something, and instead you pressed her against the couch, hovering over her. She stared up at you and she smirked.
"Come here," she pulls you down, grabbing you by the back of your neck.
Somewhere between kisses, her shorts ended up on the floor and you ended up between her legs, lips wrapped around her clit. Her fingers were tangled in your hair and the moans spilling out of her mouth drove you on. She was so wet your face was soaked but you just kept sucking and licking and she kept crying out. You smirked, gripping her hips to pull her closer.
"Y/N," she gasped, cumming for what feels like the 4th time, "I need more. Gimme that dick, baby."
You don't even hesitate, and she almost laughs at how eagerly you kick off your pants. your shirt follows, and you pull her to the edge of the couch. She's soaking wet so when she reaches down and grabs you by the dick, you watch almost hypnotized as she pulls you to her entrance. You struggle to keep your eyes open as you slip inside, and she moans. You thrust until you're buried all the way inside of her and her jaw drops a little at the sheer size. She's rocking her hips against you, and you slowly pull out, before thrusting in again. She grabs your shoulders, and you lift her right leg and push it against her chest, giving you the opportunity to fuck her deeper than before.
She moans, and the slap of your hips against hers drives you on.
"You so fuckin tight, Mama," you moan, gripping her thigh.
"You in my stomach baby," she moans, pressing back into your thrusts as best she can.
You pound at her, leaning over her to kiss her full lips. You feel sweat covering your skin, but she's so fucking tight it doesn't even matter. The grip she has on you makes you feel like you wanna marry her now. Cuz ain't no way you not getting to have this forever.
"Daddy I'm finna cum," she gasps, digging her nails into your back.
A hand snakes down and grabs your sack and you almost lose control of your legs at the unexpected sensation. You feel her clenching and you start pounding her out even harder, determined to follow her with your own orgasm. You don't even think about cumming inside her, and the part of you that does recognize it is completely fine, because if she gets pregnant at least the babies will be cute.
"Fuck, you cumming so much," Megan's eyes open in surprise, before she clenches them again, as you fill her up again.
"You like that huh," you demand, your hand on her throat as you continue to pump your cum inside her, "cumming on Daddy's dick like a slut while I fill you up."
Her jaw goes slack and her eyes roll up, and you feel her cumming again, as your own orgasm dies down. Finally, after a few long moments, she relaxes and falls back onto the couch as you ok I'll out of her, seeing your cum ooze out of her right pussy.
"Damn," you huff a laugh, "now I see why niggas be going crazy over you."
"Shut your ass up," she laughs, finally catching her breath.
You lay down on her chest, kissing her chest and neck gently. She wraps her arms around your body, and you sigh, feeling her fingers run through your hair.
You look up at her, and she's already staring back at you.
"So...that was..."
"Good as hell," she laughs, "if you would have just used your dick instead of that big ass mouth we would have been did this."
"How would I have-" you stop, seeing her face. You laugh, shaking your head, "whatever your crazy ass says."
"That's better," she pushes you off her, "now let's go shower. You made a damn mess on my couch."
"You the one that has it soaking wet-"
"Shut your ass up, Y/N. Just be glad it's leather," she raised an eyebrow.
You raise your hands in surrender, laughing as you get up to follow her.
Well...lets see how much I can break my own heart in 600 words or less!
Title: Could've Been
Pairing: Zendaya/F!Reader
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG-13
Snippet:
Just as you thought you would be able to get away with slipping out unnoticed, Zendaya turns her head just in time to catch your eyes. Her gaze locks you in and you swear in that moment all of the emotions swirling around in your chest are reflected back at you in her eyes. You swallow thickly and force yourself not to look away. You know this moment is all you will ever have, a small acknowledgment of an unspoken thing that has always lingered between you.
As you stand at the end of the altar, waiting anxiously for Zendaya’s arrival. As the music begins, you lift your eyes to see the doors open one final time to reveal the Bride. Zendaya is every bit as beautiful as you had always imagined her to be. She was glowing as she entered the room, her long and elegant dress dragging behind her rhythmically as she walked. She meets your eyes and smiles brightly, forcinging a matching one from your own lips on instinct. Your heart thunders in your chest as she approaches steadily. This moment is everything you have ever dreamed of. Every unspoken word, every lingering hug, every wordless conversation you found yourself locked in when she trapped you with those expressive eyes that say more than her mouth ever would...
You try to convince yourself that you don’t see her smile drop just a little as she shifts her gaze to Tom, who is standing there where your heart is telling you you belong. You struggle to stay engaged as your mind wishes you could be anywhere else. Your heart fractures when you hear them exchange “I Do”s. Tears fall from your eyes as you clap and smile with the crowd, but the way she hugs you so tightly you struggle to breathe when you congratulate her after the ceremony gives you pause. She requests your help changing into her reception dress and you agree because it’s her day and no matter how much your heart is breaking, you wouldn’t dare ruin this for her.
“So…this is real…” Zendaya stares down at her wedding dress after she lays it across the bed to be put away. “I really just got married.”
You clench your jaw and force a smile as you turn to face her and give her the slip for her dress. She takes it but her eyes won’t leave your face. You feel her studying you, and you try your best to keep your face pleasant so you don’t give anything away.
“Yeah…you looked beautiful, Day. I knew this dress would be perfect when you tried it on.” You try to keep the topic light and hope she moves forward.
“When I saw how you reacted to seeing me in it that day I knew it was the perfect dress. I felt so beautiful in it, but you looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world. That’s how I wanted to feel today.”
You look up at her sharply.
“Please don’t. Not today. Not anymore, Day.”
She gives you a guilty look. She plays with her fingers and her eyes drop to her hands. Her face is conflicted. The silence is thick until she throws her hands up and sighs.
“I know, Y/N, but you aren’t exactly making this easy looking at me the way you did today-”
“Then you should have made different choices.” You cut her off and glare at her. “I can’t believe you would even try to say that! “
“That’s not-”
But you just wave her off and continue to help he get dressed in silence. You needed time to clear your head if you were expected to still pretend you were happy to only be her best friend. You make it past all the speeches mostly unscathed, but exhausted. You are already planning your exit strategy by the time the first dance begins. As the happy couple stand and move to the dancefloor, you quietly inform her mother you aren’t feeling well. She gives you a long, lingering look before she squeezed your shoulder and tells you she will let everyone know and wishes you a speedy recovery. You try not to think about the sympathy in her eyes as you turn to grab your bag.
Just as you thought you would be able to get away with slipping out unnoticed, Zendaya turns her head just in time to catch your eyes. Her gaze locks you in and you swear in that moment all of the emotions swirling around in your chest are reflected back at you in her eyes. You swallow thickly and force yourself not to look away. You know this moment is all you will ever have, a small acknowledgment of an unspoken thing that has always lingered between you.
She gives you a smile but it's dimmed by the tears beginning to form in her eyes. You blink and are startled to realize your own eyes are also filled with tears just as one falls. The moment lasts for what feels like forever, only to end just as quickly as it began when Tom gently sways them in a new direction. Zendaya lays her head on his shoulder and the eye contact is broken. You don’t stay long enough to see Zendaya’s eyes desperately searching for yours as they sway back around to where she had last seen you. You miss the way regret washes all over her face before she returns her head to his shoulder as more tears fall.
Your mother warned you to stay away from Lucifer. He'd changed, she'd told you, and now he was unpredictable in his motives. You weren't like her... She was a full-blown demon and you were half-mortal. Of course, it wasn't that uncommon for a succubus to mate with humans, but it was extremely odd that after you were born, she didn't just dump you on your father and go on her way. She'd stayed, falling for the man despite herself.
When your father was alive, you had no clue you were anything other than human. This was during the 1800s and your father was a wealthy man, who fell for your mother's charm. As you came of age, he'd had you practically secluded, not wanting you exposed to "the evils of man" as he'd explained. Back then, you'd always assumed that he was ashamed of having a daughter that clearly wasn't fully white. You cried yourself to sleep over it for decades, as he grew older and you stayed the same. Your mother later revealed that she'd whispered suggestions to him to keep you from prying eyes, so no one would wonder why you never aged.
It wasn't that you couldn't age, it was that you had no idea that you were anything other than human. After his funeral, he left everything to you and you and your mother set off to travel the world. She'd explained your true nature, and under her watchful eye, you blossomed into a beauty that rivaled even her own. Your demon blood was strong, but your soul anchored you to some semblance of a moral code. This was why you were never allowed to go to Hell. Your mother feared what would happen if the other, more malevolent demons learned you had a soul.
Your mother left you for Hell in the early 1900s, craving the company of her own kind after being away so long. She returned briefly in the 90s to warn you that Lucifer walked the Earth and that he was dangerous now because no one knew why he left. She told you to stay away, but there's only so long a demon can hide from the Devil. Even a half mortal one like you..
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Though you had a soul, your demon side definitely played a role in your hobbies. That's how you ended up on a binge, drinking regular humans under the table and seducing anyone that looked appetizing to a bathroom for a quick.. recharge. It was around 3am when you decided to call it quits. You didn't require much sleep at all, but you still needed to get at least an hour to function properly tomorrow.
As you made your way down the oddly quiet streets of Hollywood, you hear the sound of someone being attacked. Frowning, you walk passed an alley and see a group of men attacking a woman. It's dark, so you can barely make anyone out, but she was definitely a woman, judging by the Aura she let off. You gagged a little at the violent sexual desire coming off of the men around her. You, in all your years, had explored nearly all the delicious mischief you could get into during sex, but it went against everything you stood for to force yourself on someone. That was a hard line for you.
The woman seemed to be holding her own, until a man came up behind her and stabbed her, judging by her screech of pain. She swung, but you saw she was growing weak. You hesitate, before sighing to yourself, rolling your eyes at your own humanity as you tossed your bag down and went off to her rescue. Your thrall was extremely potent, even for a full demon, so it only took a few touches to render the men useless with desire so overwhelming they could barely function. You nearly gagged at the sexual energy coming off these creeps. You go to the woman, now able to see her better. Her hair was thick, dark and slightly wavy. She had a cut above her left eyebrow, and her skin was the perfect bronze color. You found yourself wanting to reach out and touch her to see if she was as soft as she looked. It was only the sound of her groaning in her wounded state that brought you back to reality.
Lifting her easily, you realized this woman was no regular human. The Aura around her tasted different. Demon. You just hoped that she wasn't the "torture first, ask questions later" type. You'd never actually met another demon beyond your mom unless that one time you'd nearly been murdered by a crazy serpent demon when your mother was still on Earth counts...
You sigh, rolling your eyes when you realize she's going to get blood all over your new leather seats.
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As it turned out, the demon had a name: Mazikeen. As in...head torturer for Lucifer. She did try to kill you when she woke up, but stopped when she realized what you were. She was curious, and so decided you were her newest obsession. Lucifer had only been mildly irritated that his loyal pet had taken to practically stalking you, but he quickly made good use of his new free time.
Maze followed you around for years. 2 years, to be exact. She only really spoke to you to offer sarcastic comments or to suggest violence, sex or some combination of the two. She was always there, only ever leaving when Lucifer had need of her. Everywhere you went, there was Maze. Watching you, waiting for something to happen that you didn't understand. You'd been tempted to ask your mother, but she would have freaked out about the whole Lucifer situation.
Finally, after Maze had rudely interrupted another date, you caved and went directly to Lucifer for answers.
"Oh yes," he pours himself a drink, "my dear Mazikeen has always been a loyal little monster. Quite charming, really, if a bit annoying at times."
"Yes, but why me?"
He looks at you like he doesn't understand why you would even ask that, before his face lights up, "oh, now this is interesting! Finally, some excitement around here. I was beginning to consider yoga."
"Yoga," you frown at his words.
"Nevermind that," he waves it off, "you and Mazikeen have been... friends now for 2 years, and she never told you why she's always.. there?"
"I don't think she would consider us friends," you point out.
"Well of course not," he grins, giddy and entirely too childish for his age and... station, "but that's quite obviously explained. Tell me, Y/N, do you consider Maze a friend?"
"I...I guess? She's nice enough when she isn't threatening my dates or sneaking up on me," you admit, "or watching me through my window, or shadowing my car on her motorcycle. Or when she-"
"That's quite enough, Y/N," Lucifer cuts you off, "I understand. Mazikeen is not a very... talkative demon. You must look into her actions to understand anything she does. She will never just tell you. She's a creature of habit, you see."
"So... don't ask her what her deal is," you say slowly, "try to decipher it myself?"
"Precisely," he is getting way too much enjoyment from your annoying problem.
"You guys are ridiculous," you throw your hands up, leaving Lux with no more answers than what you came with.
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"You might as well come in," you open your back door for Maze, who you can't see but you know she's there...you can feel her presence, "it's going to rain soon."
You're greeted by silence and you roll your eyes, closing the door but not locking it. Not that you'd need to, but still. Going back to your room, you strip as you prepare your shower. You'd had a long day, and a "client" of yours had been angry you'd refused to sleep with him after your date. He was a pig, and arrogant beyond even your own sexual appetite. His energy was suffocating, and you'd left the date early. The whole way home, you felt like someone was watching you, but you knew it was probably just Maze. She'd stopped harassing your dates, but she did follow you and watch from a distance. Demons were weird.
The sound of glass shattering caused you to jump, quickly shutting off the water and wrapping yourself in a towel. You followed the source of the noise, seeing your date from earlier breaking into your side door. He turned when you arrived, and his sneer was enough to make you take a step back. He had a knife, and though your thrall was strong, fighting was definitely not your strong point. You healed faster than a human, and everything human about you was enhanced, but learning to fight definitely wasn't a priority. So when Maze appeared out of seemingly nowhere, you breathed a sigh of relief and watched as she fought the guy.
Somewhere in the flurry of limbs and grunts of pain, you'd gotten hit, his knife slicing into your arm enough to actually require your attention. Scurrying to the bathroom, you quickly cleaned the wound and found something to put on. You bandaged it using the emergency kit you'd put together for Maze, who had a habit of showing up bloody and bruised with a feral grin. The bathroom door slammed open, and you jumped, turning towards it.
"You're hurt," Maze stares at the bandage like it's personally insulted her.
"It's fine," you wave her off, "it'll be gone by morning."
"You heal quickly," she looks impressed, "I thought you might be like other mortals."
"Half mortal," you correct her with a smirk, "and I inherited very little from my father."
"I see," her eyes roam your body, and you feel a shock of desire. You're not sure if it's hers or your own.
"You saved me," you stand, your hands moving to cup her face, "I think that deserves a reward, don't you?"
Her dark eyes meet yours with a devilish grin, "I brought cuffs..."
You laugh, pulling her into a kiss as she tugs at your clothes, careful not to hurt your arm.
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Months passed, and you regularly found Maze in your bed. Whenever Lucifer pissed her off, she ran to you, whenever she wanted sex, she ran to you. Whenever she was bored, it was you she was with. Now, she didn't bother to watch you from afar but had taken to inviting herself into your home whenever she pleased. It was probably stupid, but you'd started to fall for her, little by little.
"I don't know why you put up with him," you muse to Maze over the phone.
She was off with Lucifer God knows where, and had called you at 3 am to rant about how he'd left her there in the middle of the night without a word to look for... something.
"He's a pain in the ass, but he's still the Devil," Maze grumbled, sounding like she would strangle him when she saw him next.
"I'm just saying if I had someone as loyal as you sworn to serve me, I wouldn't be nearly as neglectful as he is," you only half joke.
Maze makes a noise you can't quite identity, before she speaks again, "yeah right."
"I'm serious," you laugh, "having someone as powerful, loyal and sexy as you under my complete control? Mmm."
The line is silent, and you swear she has hung up before she speaks again, "I'm not bound to Lucifer like I used to be."
"What do you mean," this was news to you.
"When we left hell, he released me," Maze admits, "it was a stupid move because I could have killed him then and there but...I didn't. And I've been with him ever since."
"Why," you frown, "when you're free? How many demons can say that?"
"Very few," Maze grumbles, "but they don't matter."
"Don't most demons crave... ownership," you remember your mother explaining it to you, something about a hierarchy.
"We crave power," Maze corrects you, as she always does, "someone who can offer us power in exchange for our servitude. I don't know anyone stronger than Lucifer."
"This isn't hell," you say, "you're stronger than anything on Earth except Lucifer. You don't need him."
"It isn't him I crave," Maze grumbles, "but it's me and him. It's always been like that. Almost since I was born."
"You need to get out more," you joke, "go torture some souls or something."
Maze chuckles, and eventually the subject changes and you fall asleep somewhere between her talking about her preference in knives and how her nipples would look with them pierced.
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A month later, your whole world shifted. Lucifer had invited you to a party at Lux, and when you arrived he'd quickly disappeared, smirking and grabbing the nearest interesting woman to dance with. You were confused and on edge, until you saw Maze. She was wearing tight, burgundy leather and you needed her. Immediately.
She saw your look, and her eyes fluttered as your approached her. Your thrall was working overtime, and her and everyone close enough to feel it we're struggling not to put their hands on you.
"Hey, cut that out," she practically growls, her eyes scanning the club dangerously.
"What's the matter," you tease, your hands resting on her waist, "is the big bad Mazikeen jealous?"
"No," she gives you a sharp look, "but I'm not going to be blamed if I kill someone for touching you tonight."
"That sounds like jealousy," you laugh, leaning into her, "don't worry, I only have eyes for you."
"It isn't your eyes I'm worried about," she glares at someone behind you.
"So let's get out of here," you meet her eyes, "I'd rather be somewhere else, with less company and less clothes."
"I like how you think," she grins, and it sends a jolt of desire through you, "I have my cuff..."
You smirk, and follow her out of the club. Lucifer watches you go, a mad grin on his lips as he shouts a cheeky goodbye.
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"Maze," you mutter between rough kisses, "Maze, slow down."
She ignores you, her hands tearing away your clothes impatiently. You gasp when she pins you to your bed, and when she finally pulls away to get rid of her top, you notice something on her hip. Or rather, something not there, that should have been. There used to be a small symbol that served as a brand that marked her as a servant of Lucifer. It was only visible to Demon eyes, as a way of showing ownership and keeping unwanted incidents from happening. Marking a servant wasn't something done lightly, as it signified unyielding loyalty no matter what, to whoever marked a demon. It wasn't an easy trust to build, especially when trust was very rare. Removing a brand was a complicated, life-threatening thing. And it also signified a desire to serve another master.
"Maze..." You stare at the empty patch of skin.
She stops, following your gaze. Your heart drops a little when you realize what this means. You hadn't heard about any other demons in LA, but then again Maze had been gone with Lucifer for over a month. There was no telling what happened. Especially if she'd been in Hell, where time moved so much more differently.
"Kiss me," it's not a request, and any other time you would have listened without hesitation but the stinging in your chest had killed your libido.
"Get off of me," you say quietly, turning away from her.
Maze frowns, "what?"
"You heard me," you clench your jaw.
"Y/N," Maze's hands grip your arms, keeping herself steady as you attempt to buck her off.
"You need to go," you growl, your heart shattering.
"Will you just listen," her voice sounds hurt,
"When were you going to tell me," you blink back tears, refusing to look at her.
"I didn't know how," she admits.
You laugh bitterly, "coward."
"Look," she glares at you, "I don't...do this, ok? It was only supposed to be about a debt I owed, but then it wasn't and then Lucifer drags me off on a fool's errand and just...drops a bomb on me and everything was different. I was different."
"Well I'm happy you figured it out," you finally manage to wiggle free, "but I think you should go."
She stops, her eyes watching you intensely, "is that what you want? Me to go? Because I'll do it, and you'll never see me again."
Her words hurt, and you squeeze your eyes shut, "you've found a new master to serve. I don't expect you to come back anyway."
She stops reaching for her top, and looks at you like you're stupid. Then, she's laughing. Like, full belly, leaned over laughing. You frown, putting distance between you. She stops slowly, and looks at you like you're a mystery.
"You think I found someone else," she realizes how the conversation sounded, and that she'd misunderstood your words, "you're not mad because it took me so long to see. You're mad because you think I serve a new master now, and I didn't tell you."
"Why else would I be mad, Mazikeen?!"
"You Succubi are always so... emotional," she rolls her eyes, "of course I would end up desiring one. I'm a glutton for torture."
"Excuse me," you don't know if you should be offended or not.
"Why would I want to be anywhere that you aren't," she shakes her head, moving closer to you.
"Because you have a master to serve, and that's where you should want to be," you lean away from her.
You stop at her words, looking at her. For once, she's smiling at you. Not a smirk or a devious grin. It's the softest her face has ever looked, and you feel your heart ache.
"Maze?"
"It shouldn't be possible," she shakes her head, "you're half mortal. I shouldn't have this desire but... you've always been different."
"I don't know what to say," you admit, allowing her to come closer to you.
"Lucifer made me realize why I stayed, even when my debt to you was cleared," Maze straddles your lap, her fingers tangling into your hair, "for the first time in my whole life, I had a choice for who held my leash. No one can just take it..."
She looks into your eyes, "I want you to have it. You make me...feel things. Like I will destroy the world for you if you asked. Like I want to torture anyone who even looks at you wrong, which isn't new for me, but usually I only feel like that about Lucifer. You make me feel so free, even though I want nothing more than for you to bind me to you for eternity. I don't understand it, but I know I like it. I like you. No, that's not enough. I just...you make me feel like-"
"I love you too," you cut her off with a kiss.
Her lips are hungry as they kiss you back, and suddenly you're on top of her and she's squirming and whining under your lips. You've explored every inch of her on multiple occasions, but somehow this feels different. She feels different. When your lips find her hip, and the empty patch of skin, she cries out when you bite down on it. Her fingers are in your hair, and you hear her begging. It sends a chill up your spine.
"Mark me," she breathes, looking down at you, "I'm yours, Mistress."
You're not stranger to giving your mark. Over your lifetime you've marked a dozen humans that were bound to you until their natural life ended. In theory, if you were ever to go to Hell, their souls would be yours to claim. But this...this was different. A Succubus' mark isn't the same as a regular demon. Maze wouldn't be able to be released from this bond like she was with Lucifer. It's not a one way bond. A part of you would be bound to her, and only death, permanent death would be able to part you. Your soul would bond with her, making you share a life force. Her power would amplify your own, and she could draw on the untapped potential of your soul as well. You wouldn't be unstoppable, but you'd be damn hard to kill... This was probably as close to a marriage as a demon could ever get.
"Mazikeen," you make your way back up her body, "you're sure about this? You know what this means."
Her eyes are soft as she cups your cheek, kissing you, "I know. I'm yours."
You groan at her words, nodding as you lift your own wrist to her lips. She looks from it to you.
"Bite," you demand.
She takes your wrist, biting down hard enough to break skin. You close your eyes and concentrate on the task at hand. Your body is humming with energy, both from Maze and the knowledge of what is about to happen. She sighs, as your blood spills into her mouth, and she drinks it greedily. Succubus blood is the sweetest blood a demon can consume. It's highly addictive too, so you pull your arm away before she goes too far. As you look at her, her true face is revealed to you. It's not the first time you've seen it, but it still makes you smile. You kiss her lips, and she relaxes.
Slowly, your lips follow a familiar path down her body. You return to her hip, and bite down. Her blood is bitter, and flashes of memories come to your mind. You see Maze in all her glory, bloody and battle ready as she takes on any demon that dares to challenge her. She's young, but strong and fast. You pull away, and your eyes catch sight of yourself in the mirror of your dresser. Your horns are on full display, curling back into a slight "S". They're not too long, but they've grown since you last looked at them. Your skin, tinted purple, glows in the low light and completely blacked out eyes meet your own, as you stare at yourself.
Maze squirms under you, and you're brought back to the task at hand. Your hand covers your bite on her skin, and you mutter the ritual as your lips kiss across her pelvis, sharp teeth searching her skin occasionally. With each phrase, Maze groans and cries out, her hips bucking and rolling into you desperately. An orgasm rocks her body as the last words slip from your lips, and she arches up off the bed.
You watch as a silver mark appears on her hip, replacing the puncture wounds from your teeth. It starts to darken into a deep purple, and Maze laughs.
"Damn," she huffs, grinning at you.
"Was it good for you too," you smirk, soaking in the sexual energy she was practically oozing.
"How about I show you," she flips you, "Mistress."
You groan at the title, your heart speeding up as you realize that's what you were to her now. Maze was yours. You could feel her presence within you now. No matter where she was, or how far away, you'd always be able to find her. For all her dominance, Maze was built to Serve. And she'd chosen you to spend eternity serving. She chose you over the literal Devil. Your ego just grew even bigger than it was to begin with.
Just wait until your mother hears about this.
"Let's go to Hell," you suddenly announce.
Maze pauses, looking at you with a raised eyebrow, "it's dangerous for you there."
She knows you've never been, and why, "who's going to mess with me when I have you at my side?"
She thinks about it, and grins when she realizes that you're right, "let's do it. I've been itching for a good fight."
"I bet," you laugh, "but first, you owe me an orgasm."
She wasn't supposed to be here. She absolutely was not supposed to be here, but there she was, looking as beautiful as you'd ever seen her. She looked like being away from you was the best thing that'd ever happened to her, while you felt like you were drowning without her. You still remember the look on her face when she'd left, how she couldn't even look you in the eyes as she carried the last of her bags passed you and out the front door.
"Willam, don't do this," you beg for what feels like the millionth time.
He sighs heavily, stopping but not turning to look at you, "You're just making this hard for no reason, Y/N."
"Oh I'm sorry," you snap, "I didn't know it was so easy to leave someone you were supposedly in love with, Willam."
He finally turns, facing you with poorly concealed sorrow on his face. He wouldn't meet your eyes, and that caused your chest to tighten.
"I do love you," he sounds like even admitting it hurt him, "that's the fucking problem."
You suck in a shaky breath, fists clenched in anger, "loving me is the problem? You know what? Fuck you, Willam. Just go. I wish I'd never even met you, you disgust me."
He looks like your words struck him, and he blinks heavily and turns away, leaving your apartment without another word. You swear you hear a sob as the door closes, and you move towards it, hand on the handle, seconds away from chasing him.
"Please," you press your forehead against the cool wood, "I didn't mean it. Don't... don't go."
You know he can't hear you, but if you don't say it you feel like you might explode as tears finally fall from your eyes, leaving warm trails in their wake. The sob leaves your throat loudly, unable to be repressed.
Willam went to great pains to avoid seeing you after that. Even though you lived in the same city, he might as well had been in another country. He busied himself with work, you heard. Going on tours and releasing music left and right. But now, here he was, standing in front of you, looking more gorgeous than you've ever seen him...her.
"Y/N," she looks like if she speaks too loud, you'll run. You might.
"Willam," you swallow, "you look...good."
"I know," she grins a little, "you look like shit."
"Yeah," there's an edge in your voice that caused her smile to drop.
"Can we...," She frowns, rolling her eyes at herself, "come to the back with me. I think...we need to talk."
"What's there to say," you cross your arms.
"Just fucking come on," her irritation was written all over her face.
"No, Willam," you move away from her reaching hands, "you said all I needed to hear 4 month ago when you left."
"Y/N," her blue eyes are pained, "I didn't mean that shit. You just...you scare the fuck out of me."
"And you still keep making me love you when it's the last thing I ever want to do," you can be honest, at least, "but it's fine, Willam. I get it."
"So fucking come to the back and talk to me," her voice was impatient as she reaches for you again.
"No," you step back, "you were right."
Her face shifts, like she knows what you're about to say. Her eyes begin to water, but she also looks pissed that you're going to throw her own words back in her face.
"I love you so much, Willam Belli," you sigh, shaking your head, "but that's the fucking problem."
"Y/N," she grabs your wrist to stop you from leaving, "don't leave me. I know I fucked up. I can fix this, just let me. I want you. I don't want to run anymore, ok? Just please... don't fucking go."
You give her a sad smile, leaning into her to place a kiss on her lips. When you pull away, there are tears in her eyes.
"I will always love you, Willam," you admit, "but I can't let you hurt me anymore."
You turn away, ignoring her calling your name. The pain in her voice makes your heart clench, but you force your legs to keep moving. You can't go back. You can't let her hurt you again. For once, you had to think about yourself, because all you'd ever done was think about her your whole relationship, while she never once thought about you. It hurt like a bitch, and as you stepped into the cold night, you felt like you couldn't breathe. Everything inside you screamed for you to go back to her, but you couldn't.
Suddenly run into a lot of free time and the urge to write. I was asked recently if I take commissions and the answer is I guess? I'm willing to take commissioned requests as well as ghost write for those who want it 🤷🏽♀️ People take my imagines off of Tumblr and post them like they wrote them anyway might as well get paid for it, right?
I will still be doing free requests obviously, but I reserve the right to not fulfill free requests just because I probably don't know enough about the person requested/personal preference. So honestly nothing will change about how my regular requests work. Anything paid for would come with a time window after purchase, a minimum word count, the option to post it publicly or be sent to you directly, and less restrictions on what I will write. Obviously anything paid for will also be more polished and ghost written stories are yours to post as you please. If you pay for a request but don't want to post it as your own work, you will still be allowed to post it on your chosen platform as long as I'm credited as the author and you link back to my Tumblr/Wattpad.
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Is this considered a lesbian imagine? Who fucking knows tbh whatever. Jeffree is bae af male or female idgaf he’s here to stay so...How are ya?
You and Nate watch in amusement as Jeffree reapplies his lipstick for what feels like the 12th time. Nate looks at you, raising an eyebrow.
"Is it your turn or mine," he asks, his usual half smile tugging at his lips.
You sigh, getting up off the bed, "yours, but I got it. You're the only one who hasn't eaten yet since you wanted to sleep in."
As you move to stop your fretting boyfriend, Nate tugs you back by your waist and turns you. He stands, towering over you. Leaning down, he presses a grateful kiss on your lips, causing you to smile completely against your will.
"Thank you, Baby," his boyish grin is probably one of your biggest weaknesses, which pisses you off the second he gets away with something.
"Yeah yeah," you roll your eyes playfully, "go before I change my mind."
"Yes ma'am," he let's you go.
You watch as he leaves the room, but not before pressing a kiss to Jeffree's cheek. Jeffree is so focused on his makeup he doesn't even notice. You frown at that, and move to stand behind Jeffree in the vanity mirror.
"Babe, relax," you wrap your arms around him from behind, "Shane is great, and you and I both know that this is going to be fine."
"I know, I just don't know what to expect," Jeffree let's out a frustrated sigh.
"Be yourself," you turn him to face you, "the world will pick a side between loving you and hating you either way, so just focus on being who you are with no apologies. It's okay not to be perfectly put together all the time."
"Girl," Jeffree gives you a look like he doesn't believe anything you just said, "if I slip up for just a second the whole internet will be all over it."
"So," you shrug, "if that's what you're worried about, call Shane and cancel this whole thing, because that isn't what this is about. This is about letting the world see the Jeffrey Steininger, not just Jeffree Star. You have to take it there, you have to let everyone see the beautiful boy in here," you press your palm against his chest, "not just the beautiful man the world sees."
"Bitch, don't make me cry I just put on this mascara," Jeffree fans his face, glaring at you.
"I love you," you chuckle, kissing the opposite cheek that Nate had kissed, "I'll be downstairs waiting when you're ready."
"Thank you, Honey," he squeezes your hand, before letting you go.
You wink, before moving towards the door.
"How is he," Nathan accepts your arms around his waist, as he leans against the counter of the island.
"Scared," you mumble against his back, "this is probably going to be one of the hardest things he's done in public like this."
"He'll be ok," Nate smiles, "how about you though. We don't really talk about...us and how that all happened. Shane's gonna ask."
You let him go long enough for him to face you properly, and you sigh. You smile as his arms pull you into him, and you kiss him before leaning your head against his chest.
"I'm not embarrassed or ashamed," you shrug, "I mean, obviously before you came along me and Jeffree had a healthy, happy relationship but since we've found you honestly it's only grown stronger. The internet can think what they want, but it might be good to finally set the record straight and what this is and how it happened."
"I think so too," Nathan rubs your back, "obviously everyone thinks I'm trying to steal Jeffree from you and that just isn't true."
"Or they think you're trying to take me from him," you snort, rolling your eyes.
"Should I be jealous," Jeffree leans against the entry to the kitchen, smirking at you both in his robe.
"Of me? Totally," you smirk back, "I've got two amazing, hot, well endowed boyfriends and you only have one."
Jeffree laughs, and Nathan just smiles in amusement.
"Shane's outside," Jeffree informs you both, and you can tell he's nervous.
"You'll be fine," you kiss him, moving aside for Nate to give him a kiss too.
"Don't worry, baby," Nathan echoes his earlier thoughts, "you'll be ok."
"That never gets old," you muse, watching them kiss.
Jeffree pulls away from Nate, and give you a look you know very well. Before he can say anything, the doorbell goes off and he takes a deep breath. You and Nate follow behind him at a distance. You wait with Maddie and Brittany as Jeffree introduces Shane to the dogs. As they come into the house, you watch as Nate, who's closer shake's Shane's hand.
"You know Nate," Jeffree introduces him to Shane and the Camera.
And Jeffree tugs you over, since you were more off to the side, "and Y/N my beautiful girlfriend, obviously."
You grin at him, before accepting Shane's hug.
"Ok, but like how are you more gay than I am and you somehow got a hot boyfriend and a hot girlfriend," Shane narrows his eyes at Jeffree, gasping dramatically, "triggered!"
You snort, holding back at laugh.
"Girl, that's a long story for later in the video," Jeffree gives him a look.
Shane laughs, and you follow them to the kitchen. You and Nate hang back, pretty much letting Jeffree film without much input. You were mostly there for moral support, and... because you lived there so where else would you go.
"Babe, I found plans for us later," Jeffree calls out to you two, drawing your attention back to the conversation.
"It's just all of us sucking Andrew's dick," Shane laughs, along with Andrew and Jeffree.
You look at Nate, then back to Jeffree, "I thought we agreed our next one would be a woman. I definitely need a break after that last guy."
You say it with such a straight face, and Shane looks like he doesn't know how to respond to that, before he just laughs harder. Jeffree laughs with him, and Nate looks at you all in amusement.
"Here, babe," you hand Jeffree his Redbull.
"Thank you, Honey," he takes it with a smile, sipping through the straw.
"So like," Shane looks at Jeffree, as James does his makeup, "can we just talk about the fact that your relationship is literally bisexual goals. I'm like, Sister Jealous."
James sighs, as Shane messes up his catch phrase for probably the 20th time. You let out a laugh, running your hands through the back of Jeffree's hair. It's a habit you've had from when it was short in the back, before he grew it out.
"I'm mean," Jeffree sits his mirror down, looking at Shane, "what do you want to know?"
"Well, obviously you shook the world twice," Shane moves too much, causing James to adjust his head again, "once when you announced you were dating a woman, and again when you added Nate to the equation. How did this...even happen."
You glance at Jeffree, and shrug, signaling him to answer first, "well, when I met Y/N I immediately had a connection to her. I thought it was like family, which she definitely is my family, but it was so much more."
He squeezes you hand, looking at you, "Y/N was probably the best thing to ever happen to me, especially at that time in my life. She's been through so much shit with me, since Myspace. It wasn't until like 5 years ago that I really started to see her like that."
"Ok see that's what I want to know," Shane immediately jumps on that, "how did you even know you liked her? Like, you're this gay guy and suddenly you have a girlfriend. Everyone, myself included, was a little Sister Shook by that."
"Finally," James mutters, causing you to laugh again.
Jeffree raises an eyebrow at you, almost asking if he can go into detail. You return the look, smirking at him. He sighs, knowing it wasn't his proudest moment.
"Y/N was literally my best friend for years at that point," Jeffree begins, "everyone else had come and gone, but she was the only bitch that didn't take my shit and wasn't afraid to call me out on anything. She was dating this guy, and they were getting serious and I was majorly jealous. Like, girl, I hated this man and it was causing problems in our friendship."
Jeffree sighs, "they got engaged, and it caused literally the worst fight we've ever had. Like, ever. Y/N was so hurt because I said things that, you know, I definitely should not have. She just said she was done, basically, and I was left to deal with that. I was so angry at myself, and the world and I just...I didn't handle it well."
You squeeze his arm in support, knowing what he wasn't saying. He smiles gratefully at you.
"So anyways, weeks pass, and Y/N shows up out of the blue," Jeffree smiles at you, "she tells me about myself and demands and answer for why I was being so awful and I honestly didn't have one. I just kept going on about how I didn't like her fiance and she just kept asking me why and the next thing I know I say that she should be with me and not him and we're both sitting there like...wow."
You chuckle, "I wasn't expecting that at all, honestly. He never showed any signs of being interested in me at all."
"I guess we both fell for each other without realizing it, and it made being just friends hard for both of us," Jeffree squeezes your waist, "Y/N took some time, just to make sure that the risk was worth ruining both our friendship and her relationship with her boyfriend and...I guess she thought it was because here we are."
"You're always worth it," you kiss him.
"That's so cute I hate it," James comments, causing Shane to laughs.
"Ok, but what about Nate," Shane asks the million dollar question.
"Nate was...a happy accident," Jeffree smiles.
"That's what my mother calls me," you say it without thinking about the fact that anyone else will hear.
"Me," Shane covers his mouth, trying to hide his laugh.
You laugh with him, as Jeffree finishes his answer, "I met Nate through Instagram, and Y/N and I had already talked about, you know, the boundaries of our relationship. Obviously she's not a man, and she's also bisexual so there were things a woman could do for her that I couldn't so we knew where that line was. Nate came to LA, and like, the moment we met him it just clicked. Y/N was the first one to really mention it, and, you know we talked to Nate about it and it took a while to really get a feel of our relationship but it was like he'd always been there."
You smile, nodding your agreement, "Nate is honestly the glue. Especially when me and Jeffree are going at each other. When your relationship is built off of years of friendship, the fighting happens less often, but it's definitely worse than normal relationship fighting."
Almost as if hearing his name, Nate comes down the hall, into Jeffree's beauty room. He raises an eyebrow as all eyes go to him.
"Did I miss something," he chuckles, crossing his arms as he leans against the doorway.
"We were talking about our relationship," you fill him in.
"Oh," he nods.
"So," Shane focuses on Nate, "how did it start from your perspective?"
"I mean," Nate scratches at the underside of his jaw, "I was talking to Jeffree on Instagram, and then I was in LA. I knew he had a girlfriend, because he told me."
"So were you just interested in Jeffree or how did that go," Shane asks, as the camera shifts back to Nate.
"I'd never really be into guys, but with Jeffree it just felt normal," Nate shrugs, "we definitely talked a lot before I came out here, and I talked to him more than Y/N. She wasn't really involved in everything, but I guess that was just because she was crazy busy with work at the time. But, when I got here, I felt like I had talked to her just as much. Her vibe was so cool, and we all just...worked."
"It helped that the first time he saw me I was half naked," you smirk at him.
"Wait, what," Shane covers his mouth as he laughs.
"I picked up Nate from the airport, and Y/N was running late so she stayed back to shower and change," Jeffree smirks at you, "she claims that she just lost track of time and when we got home she was in the middle of getting dressed."
"Right," Shane give you a look, "totally on accident. I always lose track of time and then I have to shower with Rylan to stay on track."
Jeffree nods, "totally. I do that all the time."
"Well, I have two boyfriends so obviously it worked at any rate," you flip your hair, impersonating Jeffree, "you only have one man? Can't relate."
"Girl," Jeffree laughs at your act, rolling his eyes, "you see what I have to put up with?"
"Because you're easy," you raise an eyebrow at him.
"I mean I was back in the day, Honey" he flips his hair.
"Oh my God, I'm over you," you push him, "I can't even say anything against that because I was there."
"Y/N has seen me suck plenty of dicks," Jeffree nods, "but now I'm a one dick kinda girl. Plus a healthy serving of Pussy. Unless Nate is out of town, then I have to settle for just pussy or silicone if Y/N is feeling kinky."
"I'm leaving," you move away from Jeffree, glaring at him playfully.
"Let's go watch TV and let them finish filming," Nate pulls you against him, smirking at Jeffree.
"Mmhmm," Jeffree narrows his eyes at you both, "Netflix and chill?"
"Maybe," you shrug, pulling Nate from the room with a wink.
"I would say use a condom, but we don't have any of those," you hear Jeffree tell Shane, followed by more laughter.
You've gone your whole life lacking one thing. In fact, most people go through life the same way. Like everyone else, you're unable to see a single color. It's the color of your Soulmate's eyes, and for most people, it's the color brown. For you, however, it's the color everyone else around you calls green. You've never seen it, so honestly you couldn't say if you were mad about it or not.
It is a bit hard for you, going around without seeing a color so integrated into everything around you. You've never really been able to enjoy things like grass, or trees. You can see the petals of most flowers, but the stems are various shades of grey and black, just like everything else green. It made getting a license a bitch because apparently green means go? Who's fucking idea was that? Honestly...
Despite the hassle of not being able to see a very important color in society, you managed to have a very successful and thriving career. It started when you were about 13. You'd gotten discovered by a talent agency pretty early on, and after doing commercials and ads, you landed a role In a movie. From there, your career took off. Now, years later, you find yourself at the Oscars. There are countless other celebrities there. Even some musicians and groups. In fact, you're seated not far from Fifth Harmony, who's seats are near the aisle so they can move backstage for their portion of the awards where they announce a winner.
As the host announces the winner for Best Actress, you hear your name. The crowd goes wild, and it takes a second for you to register that you won. Your manager jumps up, and pulls you to your feet. You blink, and you notice the camera pointed at you. Grinning, you move towards the aisle so you can head to the stage.
"Congratulations," one of the members of Fifth Harmony speaks as you pass, and you look at her.
It happens all at once, but almost as if in slow motion. You meet her eyes, and the moment you see them, you realize with a start that you can see them. You've never seen that color before. This...this is what green is. She's frozen as she stares at you, and your manager is the reason you keep walking despite wanting to go nowhere.
As you get up on stage and accept your award, your eyes find Lauren. You smile, before looking around the room.
"To be completely honest I thought I was going to lose today," you begin, "I was up against so many amazing women tonight. I guess that wasn't in the cards for me, and I ended up winning...in more ways than one."
You look back at Lauren, and you see her cheering for you even more than before, "I want to thank my family and friends for supporting me. I want to thank my managers and the amazing cast and crew that made this possible. A big thank you for everyone at home and here that saw my movie. And finally..."
Your eyes lock with Lauren, "I want to thank the color green for turning out to be... amazing."
Lauren looks at Ally, and then covers her mouth and looks at you as eyes turn to her and people begin to cheer even louder as they realize what you mean.
