Imagine being his lover, not necessarily a dirty secret but a relationship that’s simply kept private to the public.
Being under his desk while he sits on his chair, leaned back and legs spread with you in between them.
Bobbing your head up and down on his cock, hand stroking what can’t fit in your mouth as he watches intently from above, that signature smirk on his face.
One hand on your head, moving with you, encouraging you to keep going but not pushing. Letting you control the pace.
When suddenly, a knock is heard from the door.
You stop at the sound, popping off his dick as he lets out an irritated growl but tells them to enter anyway, knowing you are hidden beneath his desk and away from prying eyes.
Dr. Flug enters, looking his usual timid self while holding various papers. They proceed to converse about whatever Flug wanted, all the while you still sit on the floor, still in between his legs, now just waiting for Flug to leave.
You rest your cheek on his inner thigh, bored and a bit upset you got interrupted.
Black hat absentmindedly puts his hand back on your head, resting it there as a sign of comfort.
At first you just let them talk, not bothering to listen to whatever they say, finding nothing interesting about it.
Then your eyes drift up to his still hard cock, twitching slightly. The slightly inhuman look to it which was once a bit intimidating, was now all you thought about. The ridges on the sides and the size alone that made you see stars when he was inside you.
A smile, eerily similar to his one might say, spread across your face before you adjust yourself to sitting upright on your knees again before gently gripping the base of his cock.
He jolts at the sudden movement, briefly looking down at you in surprise. You simply smile at him, slowly stroking him, keeping eye contact.
He lets out another low growl only you hear, a warning perhaps, before his eyes move back up to continue listening to Flug talk, the hand still on your head clenching slightly.
You ignore his warning however, moving forward to gently give the tip a kitten lick while still stroking him. He twitches in your hand, but does nothing to stop you.
You continue, sucking gently on the tip, then rolling your tongue over and over. He sucks in a quick breath, making an attempt to not make any noise and give away your position.
You keep going, taking his whole head into your mouth and sucking gently, still stroking the rest of him, before slowly taking more and more of him into your mouth with every bob of your head.
The hand on your head goes back to following with your movements, while still keeping conversation with an oblivious Flug, who is rambling on about his latest invention or something.
Now with half of him in your mouth, you make eye contact again, seeing his pissed off face you have to fight the urge to giggle. You knew he was mad but you couldn’t stop yourself.
Giving the part of him you hold with your hand a quick squeeze, you make him jolt once more.
“Yes yes I’m fine, hurry up and get to your point.” He snaps, making the doctor continue, albeit faster this time.
You also go faster, increasing the pace of your movement of your mouth and hand, determined to try and make him cum before Flug finishes talking.
You can hear Blackhats breathing pick up a bit, his hips bucking ever so slightly to meet your pace. The hand on your head doing the same.
Knowing he is getting close, you flatten your tongue with him still in your mouth, making sure to run it all over the ridges he has on his cock. This makes him tremble slightly, and his hips pick up speed and he has to bring a hand to discreetly cover his mouth.
You continue, giving him one last squeeze on the base of his cock as he goes over the edge.
You go to pull off as he comes, but his hand shoves you down, keeping you in place on his dick as his cum spurts down your throat.
You gag slightly, making him snicker softly but you swallow regardless.
After he finishes, he finally lets you pull off.
Wiping your mouth and doing your best to take quiet but deep breaths, you rest your cheek back on his inner thigh, looking back up at his face.
Only to see he is already looking at you, that sinister smile right back on his face. Just by looking at the glint in his eye you already know you’re in trouble.
You sit there as they finish up their conversation, and Blackhat shoos Flug away quickly.
As soon as the door closes, you are hoisted up from your spot on the ground to be manhandled into his lap, straddling him.
His clawed hands grip your thighs tightly, and he gets real close to your face.
You can’t help but smile and giggle slightly.
“You think that was funny, don’t you?” He says, pulling you impossibly closer.
“Just a little…” you reply, wrapping your arms around his neck. He chuckles darkly at your response, hands gripping you tighter.
“We’ll see who’s laughing after I’m done with you.”
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I need him bro 🫠
If you see any spelling or grammar mistakes no you DIDNT
Imagine being in Blackhats office, sitting besides him as he does his paperwork, an occasional hiss leaving his throat as he grumbles to himself
Imagine having to listen to the demon rant about how stupid the rest of the crew was, or how annoying a certain Herp was being, or listening to him tell you im detail how he is going to deal with a certain person
Imagine noticing how Frustrated Blackhat was becoming, how his face seemed to grow darker and more growls left his vocal cords, so before he gets to upset, you make a move
Imagine leaning over while he is talking, and gently slipping your hands under his chin and lightly scratching it
Imagine watching how he immediately shuts up, his body freezing as you rub your fingers delicately under his rough skin of his chin
Imagine instead of him lashing out at you for touching him, he unnoticeably leans into your hand as you scritch his chin. A hiss of contentment leaving his teeth as a deep purr rumbles through his throat.
Imagine him realizing it, and threatening you if you were to tell someone, which made you real your hand back
Imagine him snapping at you for stopping, grabbing your hand and bringing it back under his chin to scratch him like a big pissy attention seeking kitty
A/N: I’ve been watching Dorian grey a lot this weekend. Its one of my favorite comfort movies and it really inspired this series. No it will not be exactly like the movie but you get the jist. Also yes I reasearched a lot of the stuff from the time period so it’s mostly accurate but again I’m no historian so plz just go with it. Sorry for the writing updates so late at night my sleep schedule sucks and I’m more of a night owl.
Words: 1693K
Warnings: 18+
Summary: Your an up and coming artist who’s travelled to London to do a commission for a mysterious and wealthy man in hopes of jumpstarting your career. While spending time with him his mystery and charm draw you in. Can you keep you heart and your head separate or will you find out more about him than you can handle?
P.S.: Minors do not enter
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A request from a very mysterious business man had come in one day asking for a self portrait of himself. That was fine and all but no one seemed to know who he was or what his business seemed to be was. Just that he was called blackhat with connections to people in high places and was extremely and fabulously wealthy. It did seem a little suspicious to you but you figured this could be the kind of exposure you needed to be noticed in high society. If this commission went well you could be living a whole different life style by this time next year.
As you exited the port you could see a man with a paper bag on his head carrying a sign with you last name on it. You walked up to him a sweet smile on your face.
“Ah miss (y/l n) right on time. I’m Mr. Flug I’ve been instructed to take you to hat manor safe and sound.” He took you suitcase and opened the carriage door for you even going as far to give you his hand to help you in.
The ride to hat manor was a long one. It seemed that your client wasn’t too fond of living in the city but instead preferred to live out in the country. There were pastures and rolling green hills as far as the eye could see. There was something truly beautiful about the country side at sunset.
It was as if the hills were blanketed in an ethereal light giving everything a golden sheen. You reached the manor at nightfall. Hat manor was just that. A mansion shaped as a hat. You honestly couldn’t get over some of the ridiculous taste the rich had. But if you had more money than you knew what to do with you’d probably try to find creative and ostentatious ways to spend your money too.
Flug helped you off the carriage and led you inside. The mansion was beautiful to say the least. A huge crystal chandelier hung at the entrance bathing everything in a soft warm glow from the reflection of the oil lamp light that bounced off the crystals. Flug led you down a corridor lined with religious sculpted statues. In some of the pieces angels triumphed over demons. In others it was the opposite. You wondered vaguely if Mr. Blackhat was a religious man. He stopped and opened a door gesturing you in. You stepped in to a parlor room. “Wait here please the master will be with you shortly.” He bowed and closed the door. There room was comfortable and cozy with nicknacks hanging on the walls with bookshelves taking up the rest of the space. You sat down in one of the seats at the coffee table by the window. The moon hung in the sky shining its light over the grounds. You could see a beautiful rose garden with a pond and in the center a white gazebo not to far from the house. Oh how your fingers itched to take out you supplies and capture the image before you.
“It’s beautiful isn’t it.”
You jumped a little startled that you hadn’t heard so much as a knock or a door open.
“Terribly sorry I hope I didn’t frighten you.” Although he didn’t really look all that sorry. He stood right beside your chair looking down at you. He was a tall handsome man with a dark complexion dressed in the most expensive clothes you had ever seen. You had seen all types of people in your line of work but he looked strange to you. It was as if he could almost pass for human looking but at the same time not. Still it was not your place to judge just to paint. It didn’t frighten you though it merely increased you curiosity ten fold.
“I am lord blackhat pleased to make your acquaintance.” He bowed and took your hand in his bringing it up to his lips and placing a kiss on the back of your hand. Your heart fluttered as your cheeks flushed as red as fresh ripe apples.
“I hope your as talented as you are pretty.” he said giving you a flirtatious smile as he sat down across from you. At that moment a knock was heard at the door. “Enter.” He said. A bear dressed in a maids outfit came in and set down a tray of fresh hot jasmine tea and a plate of rose Turkish delights and left. How did he know these things were your favorites?
“Your very strange Mr.Blackhat.”
He laughed as he handed you a cup of tea. “Just Blackhat and my dear, you have no idea.” He smiled a wide smile showing off his sharp pointed teeth.
“So what are you some kind of monster or devil of some sort?”
He sat back in his chair crossing his legs and resting his hands on the arms of the chair. Looking for all the world like some kind of evil king. “Does it really matter? I mean are you really going to refuse my business if you find out that I am hypothetically not human?” He rested his chin in his hand and raising an eyebrow at you.
“No.” It was true you weren’t that would’ve been too stupid.
“Then why ask?”
“It’s just I’m curi-“
“Careful miss.” He stared straight in to your eyes a warning in them. “You know the old saying. Curiosity killed the cat at what not. Though I guess coming from me that might be a little disingenuous.” He said as he looked out the window in to the night.
A chill went down your spine at his words.
“But that’s not why I called you here. I want you to paint me at this point in time of my life. I want to remember it when it has passed as all things eventually do. After all, time stops for no man.” He spoke as if he would live forever and wanted to look back on it. Judging by what he had hypothetically said and not said that just might very well be the case.
He pulled out a fancy looking pocket watch from his coat. “You can start tomorrow seeing as it is already this late. He pocketed his watch and rose to his feet. “ Follow me if you please. I’ll show you where you shall be sleeping for the night.”
He led you up a winding staircase that led to a floor with stuffed exotic animals some you had only seen in books. He turned down a hallway with polished antique suits of armor that lined the corridor. “Are you a collector of antique items Blackhat.”
“I only collect the things I’ve personally been apart of.”
“But you have a bunch of statues of the Great War in heaven? How can that be that would mean that you’d have to have been-“
“This is where you will sleep tonight.” He interrupted you pointing to a mahogany door with a gold door knob. “If you need anything please pull the bell on the wall and someone will be with you shortly.” He did a slight bow and walked away leaving to you more curious and confused than ever. You went inside and closed the door. The room was very spacious and had its own bathroom that had a porcelain tub. The life of the rich and fancy hopefully soon to be your life. You went over to the bed and unpacked your night gown from your suitcase.
When you had finished your night routine you went over to the oil lamp by your bed and blew it out. You laid down pulling the covers over you and tried to sleep. You dreamed of many shadowy black tipped clawed hands caressing your body and of mouths with sharp pointed teeth leaving leaving little nips and bites on your neck. It felt wonderful on your naked skin. Unlike any pleasure you had ever felt before. Your body felt hot and tingly where ever the elusive shadows touched. A voice in your ear gave a breathy laugh. “Oh you are just too perfect for me my curious kitten.” The shadowy hands slid lower caressing up and down your sex with fleeting touches. “Is this what you want pet. Say it, beg for it, let me hear you beg.” The voice said sounding more distorted and otherworldly the more excited it got.
“Please touch me. I want you to touch me.” You said looking up at the mouth through your lashes spreading your legs open just a little wider. The voice gave a deep throaty groan. “What a pretty peach pet. You don’t mind if I have a taste do you?” A warm tongue gave a long firm lick up your pussy. Your head falling back as your eyes fell shut. Shadow hands intertwining with yours as the mouth went to work at eating you out in earnest. It had been to long since someone had given you attention in this way. The long tongue massaging your walls as another mouth sucked on your clit giving you double the stimulation. You writhed in complete ecstasy. A shadowy hand joined the tongue inside of you thrusting in and out of you. You could feel your end coming just a little more. The hand crooked it’s fingers just right hitting that wonderful spot inside of you.
“Oh, oh god, I’m, I’m coming! Don’t stop, oh please don’t stop!” You said as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave.
“Why would I stop you taste delicious pet.” The voice said as the shadows kept going till you were a boneless mess. You watched as the many mouths left kisses all over your body and some of them cleaning you as they lapped up the cum from your core. “Sleep now pet. Rest. You did so well for me.” The shadowy hands caressed your hair and face as your eyes began to feel heavy and your breathing started to even out. Right on the verge of drifting off to sleep you felt a gentle lingering kiss placed on your lips. It was soft and warm the last thing you remembered as you fell in to a deep sleep.
A/N: I’m having a little trouble coming up for the Ch.2 to my loving you shouldn’t be this easy fic. So in the mean time have this as an apology. Also if you see any mistakes no you don’t <3
Word count: 3852K
Warnings: 18+
Male x female
You could hardly catch your breath with your boss’s hand tangled in your hair tightly holding the back of your head pinning you down to his desk with his body between your legs as his tongue plundered your mouth mimicking just how he planned to fuck you.
“Sir please more.” You pleaded in between kisses. Blackhat didn’t reply only kept looking at you with slightly hooded eyes while sucking on your tongue. A small whine escaped your throat as blackhat broke away. He brought up one of his hands letting the smooth texture of his gloves slide across your lips. You leaned back on your hands feeling how hard he was through his pants as he rutted himself against you only to hear filthy squelching noises coming from between you two.
Blackhat bent down nipping at your lips with his sharp teeth in a playfully warning. “Behave and be quiet or I’ll gag you.”
His gravely voice sending shivers down your spine.
“Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you.” You pulled his head down angling yours to glide your lips along his jaw line and suck a mark on the tiny patch of skin under his jaw. “To plunge your one of your cocks into my tight wet throat. Feel me swallow around you as I take you down to the base.” A sigh left blackhat’s lips as his hips stuttered. “Your a perverted old man blackhat.” Laughing as he grabs you by the throat and pushes you down. Not hard enough to cause pain but enough to shut you up. “And yet who’s more perverted my dear. Me an old man who wants to get his dick wet or you a young woman who willingly spreads her legs for said dirty old man.” A wicked smile broke out on his face as he removed his hand from your throat and gave your pout a quick kiss.
Blackhat slid his hands up your stomach and under your shirt. The smooth material of his gloves helped to gently knead and massage your breasts. You brought both your hands up and lifting your shirt over your head and unhooked your bra from the front.
Black hats soft warm lips trailed open mouth kisses on your neck down to your breasts. The lustful expression he was making looking at your naked chest made your face heat up in embarrassment.
“Such an exquisite form you have. You don’t mind If I have a taste do you.” He bent down to kiss from the bottom of your breast to the nipple swirling his firm tongue around till it formed a pebbled peak before taking it in to his mouth. “Dam that feels good.” You gently placed your hands on the back of his head for purchase. With his other hand he gently pinched and rolled the other breast then switching to give the same attention to the other. The contrast of temperature between his hot mouth and the cold room made goosebumps break out all over your skin. Not wanting to be the only one feeling good you snaked a hand down between you firmly massaging his trapped cocks with the heel of your hand. “What do you think your doing?” He groaned grinding into your warm palm. “Just having a taste boss.” You smiled coquettishly up at him.
You guys didn’t exactly have a relationship but every now and then you’d have what you can only describe as hot and wild animalistic sex. What a surprise to find out blackhat’s anatomy was built like a shark. No literally the man had two ribbed cocks. It had you hot and bothered every time you remembered how blackhat had made you come so hard and fast with his cocks for the first time. You can’t remember who initiated it just that you never wanted it to stop. Sometimes when he called you in his office you’d pray he needed to blow off steam and fuck you stupid right then and there not caring who heard.
This week you had been called in to his office to discuss scheduled appointments when one thing lead to another and suddenly you were spread out on blackhat’s desk with his tongue down your throat and your hands fisting the back of his shirt. Not that you were complaining exactly.
Blackhat played your body like a seasoned musician. You arched in to his touch letting out a breathy moan as he squeezed your breasts together licking and sucking both nipples at the same time. You couldn’t remember the last time a lover spent so much effort on foreplay. It was refreshing if you were being honest.
Something smooth and warm slithered up your leg making you gasp and tense up. You hadn’t noticed that Blackhat had summoned up a couple of tentacles which were currently trying to help you out of your skirt.
“Problem?” He said raising an eyebrow at you. “No you just surprised me is all.” Smiling at him you relaxed and lifted yourself up so the tentacles could pull off the skirt leaving you in your panties.
You felt his soft warm lips move to leave kisses down your stomach till he was on his knees between your thighs. He brought his hand up and skimmed his fingers over your clit through your panties making your legs tense.
“So wet and we’ve only just begun.” Blackhat’s warm breath fanned against your pussy making you bite your lip to keep from moaning. You tried to grind harder against his fingers for just a little more friction.heard him sicker before completely removing his fingers to your displeasure.
“Don’t make that face. Let me just enjoy you for a bit hm.” Blackhat said as he kissed your thighs and used his tongue to trail ticklish lines on your inner thighs. Your legs quivered with every lick. He knew your inner thighs were a weak point.
When you finally felt his soft and wet tongue lick a hot line up your pussy the moan you let out had to have been heard through the manor.
“Yes give me more of those slutty reactions pet.” Such a tease this man was. Blackhat held you wide open almost bending you in half keeping you in his strong grasp while he continued to lick at your covered pussy in a patient and slow manner like you were his favorite flavor in all the worlds.
Madness was what this was. Deliciously maddening torture and you were loving every second of it. “If you want to beg, then beg me properly pet. I only reward good girls. Tell me are you a good girl?”
Had you been begging? You didn’t even notice. But if that’s all it took to get him to eat you out in earnest you’d gladly beg. Your didn’t think your body could handle much more of this slow delicious torture.
“Please sir, please I’m begging you, I need you to touch me.” Wiggling your hips in hopes he’d show you some mercy and just get on with it.
“I’m already touching you.”he said gently nipping at your thighs. “I’m afraid I don’t understand My dear you’ll have to be more specific.”
Fine if he wanted to play dirty so could you. Looking him straight in the eyes you reached down moving your panties to the side to spread open your pussy and touched yourself right in front of his face. “Please eat my pussy lord blackhat.” You said as you inched your clit imagining it was him sent sparks up your spine. Blackhat said nothing being too surprised by your boldness. Continuing quickly now that you had the upper hand. “Please thrust your tongue deep inside me let me feel it filling me up.” Now rubbing your clit in tight small circles having your wetness leak out in to a small puddle on the floor in between his knees. Blackhat groaned and shuddered as he watched you play with yourself. Having him watching you and losing his composure only heightened the pleasure you felt. Your legs trembled as you tried to close them but couldn’t with blackhat holding you wide open. “Oh god please just make me come, wanna come for you, wanna come for you so bad boss.” As you were about to slip some fingers in to yourself a tentacles shot out lightning fast to grab your hand effectively stopping you. His labored breathing and the up and down motion of his tentacles beneath you wasn’t lost on you. He had taken out cocks and had been stroking himself with his tentacles to your little show.
“If you don’t let me take off these dame panties I swear I’ll go find some one who will.” An empty threat really but it worked to rile him up.
He stopped stroking himself glaring at you dangerously and growled. “If I ever catch you begging for anyone else like that I’ll kill them in front of you in the slowest and most painful way possible. Do you understand?”
“Fuck did anyone ever tell you your so hot when your jealous.”
“Jealous?” He said looking at you as if you’d just grown 3 heads. “As if anyone could even come close to having the power and prestige I do.” He was right but you could tell it still bothered him. You sat up pulling him up and gave him a reassuring kiss. “No one else could compare to you boss.” Blackhat gave you a long searching look before kissing you tenderly like a real lover. Wrapping your arms around him and pulling him down on top of you he trailed his fingers down your sides and with his claws ripped off your panties.
“Hey! I said take them off not rip them. I still need those.” Your cried out in indignation.
“Just buy more I pay you well enough.” He said giving you an eye roll as he threw your shredded underwear somewhere over his shoulder.
“Jerk.”
“Save your breath pet,” he said getting down on his knees, “Your going to need it.”
Rising up on to your elbows and looking down in to his eyes as he gave your your mound opened mouth kisses. Your eyes fluttered shut as you let your head fall back and said his name like a prayer. Blackhat’s mouth closed over your clit and gave it a couple of long good hard sucks that had you fighting the urge to cum. He released your clit with a wet pop. “What, are you close already?”
“No. I could hardly feel anything. Kind of disappointing really.” You bluffed of course he was good but it irritated you how smug he was about it.
Blackhat smiled a crooked smile. “Oh is that so.” laughing in amusement at your lies. “Then why is your sex twitching so much. Can it be that you can’t wait to be filled. That’s what you really want isn’t it? You want me to fill you up with my cum and stretch you out on my cocks don’t you pet. Don’t think I don’t smell the waves of lust rolling off you whenever I come around not that I’m complaining. Your so easy to please.”
He brought his hand up to your mouth. “Suck.” Was all he said as he shoved his tongue inside you caressing your walls as his thumb rubbed your clit. Your trembling arms giving out as the pleasure became too much. It had you feeling as though you were melting on the desk. He tapped his fingers against your mouth reminding you of his demand as he plunged his tounge in and out of your hole. He licked back up to your clit swirling his tongue and then flattening it to let you grind against his smirking face. You took his fingers into your mouth swirling your tongue around them. He moaned as you licked between his fingers and sucked on them imagining it was something else. Seeing as they were wet enough he pulled his fingers out of your mouth. You released them wiping the spit trail from your chin with the back of your hand.
“Hold your legs up for me won’t you.” You positioned yourself as he wanted. “Your so good for me pet. How about a reward.” Pressing his fingers in slowly working you open little by little till he was in all the way down to the knuckles.
“Oh my god yes.” You moaned letting your legs fall open a little wider and clenching down on his fingers.
“So I’m your god now?” He huffed a laugh shaking his head. “Like I said so easy to please.”
Blackhat bent down taking your clit back in to his mouth. Your toes curling and your hands gripped the back of his head. “Oh fuck I’m -, I need, I need-“
“Shh I know pet. I know what you need.” He crooked his fingers and pressed on the sweet spot inside of you. You nearly screamed as your body arched up off the desk from the intensity of the pleasure.
“You like that. Strange I thought you said you couldn’t feel anything earlier?” Blackhat said massaging your g-spot and watching your legs shake and tremble. He gave you a haughty grin daring you to say his skills lacked.
“There yes there again please.” You urged him ignoring his taunt.
“Say it I want to hear it.” He was still thrusting his fingers but now was purposefully missing your g-spot. Frustration mares your featured as you let out a needy whine. Of all the god dame times to be petty of course this man would chose now.
“Well I’m waiting.” For extra incentive he crooked his fingers massaging the bundle of nerves one last time before he completely withdrew his hand.
“Fuck you can’t, you can’t just make it tantalizing Iike that you fucking tease. You really wanna hear it fine. I love it ok. You huffed in annoyance. I love it when you touch me. I love how you don’t rush things and care about if I’m even enjoying myself. I especially love how I’ve never cum harder in my life than when I’m with you.” Blushing from your face down to your chest at being forced to admit that. The confession felt a little more vulnerable than you had been anticipating. Definitely not something to analyze right now.
“You see that wasn’t so hard now was it.” Jerk. But all thoughts were immediately eradicated from you brain when he started his ministrations back up again. It didn’t take long till you were back on the thresholds of pleasure. The feeling so much more intense now like everything was hypersensitive now. You could feel your self coming undone like a dam ready to burst.
“Please please let me cum my lord. Wanna cum for you. Wanna cum so bad.” The need becoming unbearable.
“Then cum for me pet.” Blackhat doubled his efforts and watched you fall apart.
“oh fuck, I’m, I’m coming, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Your orgasm hit you like train. Your body curling in on itself as you encased blackhat between your thighs holding him in place. He kept thrusting and sucking pushing you through your orgasm. Only when he felt you go boneless and limp did he stop.
“You taste good pet.” Blackhat said as he rose to his feet licking your cum off his face and hand with his dexterous tongue. Your pussy clenched at the sight of it. Geese didn’t you just come.
“Ready for the main event?”
Blackhat used his tentacles to maneuver you on to your stomach and draped himself over you, one of his hands snug around your neck and the other planted on the desk. He pulled you back molding you against his chest nipping at your sensitive ear.
“Now here’s how this is going to go.” He purred in your ear. “Your going to hold yourself wide open for me and I’m going to fuck you so good the only thing you can think of is my cocks and how good it feels to have them thrusting so deep inside of you.” A shudder went through your body at his words. Yes that’s exactly what you wanted. The thought of being used like a toy for his personal pleasure was really turning you on.
He released you and watched as you followed his orders. Laying bent over his desk and reaching behind yourself feeling your cum leaking down your legs as you spread yourself open for blackhat’s hungry gaze. “Positively sinful pet.” He murmured. He made quick work of his clothes vanishing them with a snap of fingers.
Blackhat brought a hand up lightly stroking his cocks sighing as they twitched in his hand finally getting some much needed friction.
“I thought you said you were going to fuck me not finish yourself off early.” A hard smack landed on your butt as punishment for trying to rush him.
“Keep flapping your gums and I just might consider it.” Blackhat came up behind you and lined himself up with your cunt shuddering as he rubbed the head of one of his cocks up and down against your hole. The other cock rubbing against your ass. He pressed the tip of his cock in watching it slip in with ease. Blackhat placed his hands on your hips slowly thrusting in a little deeper each time. The ribs on his dick massaged your walls so perfectly from the inside. Needing him all the way inside of you, you thrust your hips back taking the rest of him in one go.
Blackhat tensed his whole body and grit his teeth trying to keep his self control and failing when he let out an animalistic roar at the searing heat engulfing him. “Are you trying to hurt yourself because if that’s what you want I assure you it can arranged.”He nuzzled in to your neck letting out soft moans and mewls every time you clenched around him. “I forgot how tight and hot you are inside.” he said softly kissing your shoulder as he waited for you to adjust. It didn’t hurt or anything it was just an uncomfortable stretch in the beginning. But you could feel it subsiding and wiggled your hips to test it. Blackhat held your hips still in steel grip. “Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to hold still so I don’t hurt you only for you to test my self control again and again.” Blackhat said in a tense voice.
“Im ok I promise, just move already.”
“If your sure.” He pulled out almost all the way and slammed right back in. “Again please again.” You pleaded needing that sweet friction.
“Ahh not so rough, fuck!” He thrust in to you at a fast and punishing pace. Paper work and office items fell from the desk as it shook every time he drove into you. If it weren’t for his hands on your waist you’d probably fall too.
“Look down at yourself pet.” One of his hands grabbed your hair forcing you to look down. You almost didn’t recognize yourself. Your breasts pressed up against the cold hard glass covering of the desk, mascara streaking down your cheeks, and lipstick smeared all over your mouth giving you a sexed out and depraved look. ”The perfect picture of Debauchery if I ever saw one.” He groaned turning your head to give you a sloppy wet kiss.
“Look how hungry this pussy is.” Blackhat said leaning back watching your love juices run down your legs every time he thrusted back in. “Its drooling all over my cock and clenching so hard. Practically begging to be fed my cum.“
“Yes, yes please fill my pussy with your cum.” Your fingers digging in to your skin leaving small crescents from how good holding yourself open for his punishing thrusts. You mewled as more tears ran down your face from so much stimulation. The heat in your core building you were so close just a little more.
“I think your ready for more pet.” Blackhat slowing his thrusts to line up his second cock. He pressed the heads of his cocks in at the same time. You whined taking slow even breaths feeling a slight burn of the stretching but making sure to relax and not tense up. “Oh such a tight fit.” He said with a pinched brow through clenched teeth drooling a little. He kept pressing in till your hips met his. “Your perfect pet made just for me. See how well you take me.” He looked down watching your pussy stretch to accommodate his girths. “No one else but you could do it.” He waited for you to adjust to him peppering kisses down your back nuzzling neck with nips and kisses.
Blackhat wrapped an arm around your stomach lifting you off from the desk to a standing position. You leaned back in to his chest circling your hands behind his neck letting him lift your legs up with his arms.
The new position letting him sink deeper in to your cunt leaving you feeling wonderfully full.
“Move please” you wiggled your hips showing him you were ready.
Blackhat returned to his punishing pace. He was so deep you could swear he was all the way in your stomach. Howling as the heads of his cocks hit your sweet spot with every thrust. “Tell me who do you belong to?”
“You my lord.”
“Who else can make you feel this good?”
“No one just you blackhat”
“That’s right only I can. You have my permission to come pet.” A tentacle snaked down and rubbed your clit as blackhat kept slamming into you. It was too much your whole body tended as you came with a scream nails digging in to the back of blackhat’s neck. It didn’t take long for him to follow suit. One last hard thrust had him coming deep inside of you. You could feel the hot spurts of his cum as he finished inside of you. The room was quiet now nothing to be heard be labored breaths. He slipped his spent cocks out of you and slurping up the cum with his tentacles. You whimpered feeling too sensitive from just coming.
Blackhat put your legs down holding you against his chest as you lay your head on his shoulder.
“Are you alright.” He said kissing your cheek.
“Fine just tired.”
Blackhat picked you up bridal style and walked a few steps back to his chair and sat you down in his lap.You could feel sleep coming on.
Blackhat put his hand on your head holding you against his chest. “Rest you work for the day is done. I doubt there’s anything that needs my attention right now as well.”
If your still doing requests I’d love to see some headcannons on how Black Hat would fair with an S/O who deals human body parts on the black market and harvests the product themself’s, if ya know what I mean. A human S/O that uses they’re fellow humans for they’re own personal gain I think would make Lord Black Hats black heart sing. If this is too gory or you don’t wish to write about something like this I totally understand.
Warnings: Gore
Black Hat Headcannons for a S/O Who Deals in Human Body Parts
The first time he met you, he could tell you were covered in the smell of blood. It intrigued him.
He knew, of course, that you weren’t a good person, why else would you be so comfortable meeting with him?
Shortly after you two get together, he discovers you in the middle of hacking a body into more manageable pieces. It delighted him to see you that way, covered in blood with just a hint of a sick smile on your face as you turned around to greet him.
Soon enough he realizes that you get your “inventory” yourself, and he offers to let you use a satellite office in Hatsville so you can have more space to manage it effectively.
He appreciates that your approach changes from “project to project”. Depending on what you need from each body, your technique ranges from delicate and precise to incredibly violent.
Clearly, you don’t just do it for the money and he finds that especially attractive. You’re using your fellow humans for gain, and he loves that, sure. But you also seem to take an insane sort of joy in it. That look you get in your eyes makes his non existent heart flutter.
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It was supposed to be a simple outing. You were out on a little excursion before getting ready to go to work the next day. Now, in a place like Avidité Central where mostly corrupt merchants run the system, you are always watching out for crime. Villains are expected in this county, drug lords work with the top merchants and shady arms dealers are often having meetings in your local cafes. An attack like this was bound to happen with arguments over trade routes at an all time high. But the mastermind behind the sudden turf war was not who you expected, seeing as you live miles from the coast of Hat Island.
You cover your head as you hide behind a stone bench, the sounds of screams filling the air as debris rains down. Yet another attack in only two weeks of semi peace. The Indigos and Silks had been bumping heads for months now, this fight was expected- but in the PARK?! SERIOUSLY?!
An iron arm flies over your head after a blast shakes the ground beneath you, turning back into flesh as it rolls away.
You begin to regret your investment in your apartment.
“Le Mavroir! Le Mavroir!” A soldier yells, his tone full of panic.
The fighting stops.
To your right, you hear the soft tapping of a cane on the cobblestones.
Memories of history lessons flood your thoughts, a timeline of past heroes and villains. Legends and the forgotten.
Le Mavroir.
The Black.
“Well, well, well. I expected a bloodbath, but this, this is absolutely sublime.” His guttural voice echoes from every direction, loud and clear, and demanding attention.
“Andreas Indigo,” the tapping of his cane stops on the other side of the bench. You see the bottom of his trench coat as he sits down. “This fight doesn’t seem to be leaning in your favor.”
A man seethes, “Your so-called advice began this you-“ He stops abruptly when he begins to choke.
Black Hat clicks his tongue, “Don’t test me boy.”
You slowly move away from the bench, silently sliding away towards the stairs to the subway.
The poke of a blade in the middle of your back stops you from moving any further.
Black Hat turns his head, his eye glowing from under the shadow of the brim of his hat. He purrs, “Where do you think you’re going?”
Bravery gets you everywhere and out of there
You clench your fists to try stopping them from shaking.
“I just- I just w-wa...” You suck in a breath, feeling the blade dig into your skin. You push down your fear and bow your head, “Aplires, mos Mavroir.. I wish to leave..if you would allow it.”
The villains in front of him snicker, knowing his bloodlust ran deeper than theirs. There is no escaping him alive.
Slowly but surely the blade stops and sinks back into the ground. He chuckles.
“Trevikla. Very well, little mouse.”
They fall silent. Your eyes widen in awe.
“Run swiftly, before I decide to use you to whet my appetite~.” He grins fiendishly and shoos you away.
He turns around, continuing where he left off.
“Now. Where were we?”
Leaving no time for him to reconsider his decision, you rush underground and cover your ears once more as the screams begin again.
You meet again under slightly better circumstances
You work at a bakery where the owner is less than chivalrous. You pretty much handle the whole thing: prepping, cleaning, baking, paperwork and paying bills. Often waking up at 4 in the morning to prepare for the day. Really the man is there to make sure you don’t touch the money and to occasionally help with the ovens. It sucked, but you liked the patrons.
However, upon arriving to the store that morning, you can tell something is off.
Unlocking the backdoor to the bakery, you flick on the lights and grab your apron from its hook.
“You don’t look like an Avarician.”
You shriek, turning around and whipping out your gun from your jacket pocket. A hand wraps around the barrel.
Black Hat towers over you, his coat covered in blood splatter.
“You don’t act like one either.”
“How do you know if I am or not?”
“A true Avarician would have shot already.”
You look at his hand, “If I were to shoot the Mavroir, the Blackwells would kill me.” You say, referring to the new rulers of the east and west side, after the Indigos and Silks were all slaughtered by the being before you.
“Aufils voudra de tolfier prokaló moi.” He says confidently. His voice is thickly accented, but you still understood the message. No one would go against his wishes.
You frown, “They may not defy you but I am an adeiázo. An empty shell. I have no use to them.” Or to you, you think to yourself.
“Luckily for you, a new position has opened up in my organization~.” He yanks the gun out of your grasp and turns on his heel, heading further into the room. He beckons you over his shoulder.
You reluctantly follow.
On the bright side, he wasn’t here to kill you.
The body of your now ex-boss catches your attention.
His chest was cracked open, its contents oddly missing..
You step around him,”Did you do that..?”
“Unlike you little mouse, he had the guts to to steal from me. But rest assured, I took my time ripping those guts right out.” Fluorescent green drool drips down the side of his mouth.
“O-oh..”
“I suggest you get used to sights such as these.”
Soooo... heard of hat flavored bread?
Black Hat never really visited Avidité Central often, though many of his top clients used it as a clandestine transaction area. Originally he had planned to buy an island to set aside for auctions and whatnot, but now that he has taken control of Avidité’s capital he can arrange it to his liking. It was already structured decently, with a port not far off from the city. And now he had you to manage the coverup.
To civilians, you would be a regular baker: catering to events and keeping up a cafe for everyday life.
To villains, you would be their drop off spot and cover.
And a place to buy Black Hat approved goods.
“The cargo will be shipped at night and will arrive at dawn but I can hold it for you for up to five days.” You take notes as you lean on the counter, talking casually to the villain in front of you. It has only been a few weeks since you’ve been doing this “job”, but after meeting your first few villains, you weren’t as scared anymore.
They nod and hand you a roll of cash. “I will be back to pick it up on Thursday.”
You put the money into your pocket. Normally this would be a big no no, but to reveal where a safe was to a villain was even a bigger no. ”Alright. Would you like to buy anything else before you leave?”
The villain looks at the menu on the counter, lifting a brow at the new item.
“Black bread?”
“Hat flavored.” You shiver, “Its.. okay.”
They chuckle, “I think I will pass for now.”
- -
“The bread is having some mixed reviews.” You roll your neck.
Black Hat counts the stack of bills next to him, quietly muttering to himself.
This has been your nights for a few days now.
A car with flaming exhaust pipes and rides up the the bakery with Black Hat inside. He enters the building and counts his profits, leaving you a portion behind to handle the needs of the shop. Once he gets what he needs he leaves.
“It will catch on,” he stuffs the bills into a suitcase, “If not, start over.”
“Yes, Mavroir.” You respond dutifully before flinching at the abrupt sound of his chair scraping against the floor as he stands up.
He smirks.
“Very funny.” You frown.
“Hilarious.” He says. Handing you a slightly thicker stack of money, Black Hat retrieves his keys before heading to the door. “Don’t disappoint me little mouse.”
You wave as he leaves.
Oddly, you didn't mind his presence like you did before.
Hope you don’t mind constant non-business visits cause you’re getting them anyway
Don’t feel special or anything, he’s only checking in on you to make sure you don’t try stashing away some of his well earned money- and that you haven’t been killed by a villain raging over fees.
“Sir?”
“What is it human.”
“Would you like something to drink while you’re here?”
“I have no need for drink.”
“Oh.. Well I just thought you might want to sample a few packets of blood Ms. Mawrasite brought.”
“...”
“...”
“Bring them over.”
Be prepared to deal with his vanity
Black Hat hates beauty, but takes pleasure in showing off his human forms. Usually they’re pretty normal so he can blend in with crowds, but there’s one he especially enjoys showing off~.
The mornings are always the busiest time for you when it comes to regular people. You figure it’s because of the need for caffeine and whatnot, but in the evenings Black Hat arrives it’s almost completely packed.
Well.. you know exactly why in this case.
“Sir, I think that disguise of yours draws more attention than a disguise is supposed to.” You whisper to him.
Black Hat twirls his cane in his hand as he scans the room. His blue eyes shine with wicked amusement.
When he drove up to the front of the cafe today, you weren’t sure if it was really him. He was in a suit like usual, but his skin was a normal tone unlike its normal dark grey. His voice was smoother but fortunately still had his normal British accent.
“Indeed it does. But, my pet, in cases like these, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar.” He says as he tips his hat to a woman passing by.
You tilt your head, “Its just ..weird.. seeing you look so human.”
He smirks. His teeth are white and blunt though his incisors remain rather sharp. It’s charming.
And unnerving.
“Do you not enjoy my disguise?”
“You’re intentionality handsome, which makes me a bit uncomfortable.”
Slicking back his jet black hair, Black Hat croons, “Would you rather I change into a more beastly form~?”
You wave him off, “Fáse ó que tu thevu.” Do what you please.
“I will.”
For the rest of the day, he keeps himself busy sending his shadow around to break glasses and trip the patrons ogling at his new form. Though he is occasionally swarmed by groups of women, he does not fail to notice your amused smile at his misfortune.
He’ll remember that, he thinks grumpily.
Work perk
You don’t mind his constant visits at all (besides when he breaks plates and cups). For one, he doesn’t really threaten you. Two, because villains know you work for him you can live without fear. Walking at night has become so much easier!
Mostly anyway.. but rest assured, he takes care of it when you’re not around.
Black Hat slinks down the wall of an alleyway and follows behind a drunken man. His putrid stench pollutes the air around them as he stumbles into walls and laughs under his breath.
The human had been loitering around the shop for quite some time, often leaving empty bottles of alcohol at the entrance. Night “clients” would normally enter from the back, so the man would be of no concern to them. Black Hat did not worry about this thing interfering with his business. Any villain worth their salt would be able to get rid of this human trash.
But his worker was awfully human.
They did not complain about the man, though he was known to scare away patrons of the day cafe. In fact, he only learned of this man when he saw a developing bruise on the arm of his little human.
It was a hand print that encircled their upper arm, and no matter how much they brushed it aside, he knew the human could not have done it to themselves.
Therefore..
Black Hat rolls his neck, his skin shifting into scales as his body contorts. Eyes litter his body and tusks grow between crowded rows of sharp teeth as he walks to the man on four clawed legs.
He would have fun with this one.
He’s surprisingly pretty goofy and a bit childish
It’s not long before you realize how silly he is. He reacts over the smallest of things and if he wasn’t so powerful you’re sure he would’ve died a hundred times over from the shit he pulls.
“Sir!”
“What?!” Black Hat hisses and lifts his hat covering his face. He was relaxing damn it!
You hold up an empty canister for him to see, your eyes full of fear.
“Someone stole the fluoroantimonic acid from the storage area.”
“Oh.” He chuckles and covers his face again, “No need to worry little mouse.”
“Why shouldn’t I be worrying about a superacid?!”
“I drank it.” He says simply.
You slowly lower the canister, “But.. why?”
“Why not?”
You begin to hide your cleaning products from him after that.
- - -
“Bloody hell, human!” Black Hat screeches and stomps his foot on the plush carpet in the foyer of his house.
You come running over with your hands and apron covered in flour. Eyes wild, you scan the room, holding a whisk over your head, “What is it sir!”
He points to the cake on the cart you had just wheeled in from the kitchens.
“What is that?!”
You look to it.
The aggressor is the candied dahlia petals you used for decoration.
“..sir..?”
“How dare you use such bright colors! And they look fresh!” He snarls in disgust.
You deadpan, “I’m going back to the kitchen sir.”
“Get rid of those wretched things first!”
With a sigh, you wheel the cart back into the hall.
He could be such a baby sometimes.
He supposes he’ll let you stick around
After the first year of working for him, Black Hat realizes you’ve managed to become one of his permanent workers. You did what you were told and did satisfactory work, you didn’t complain and you were rather decent company when he required it. You somehow weaseled your way to a spot of importance. And if he was being honest with himself, he enjoyed your existence a bit more than he should. Still, he wouldn’t tell you straight out about any affections he may have developed for you, but he wouldn’t be that subtle about his intentions.
Finally after a long day of work, you close the back door of the shop and lock up for the night.
Despite the rapid changes to your routine in the past year, you can’t help but feel content.Your job was never boring, and you enjoyed hearing the stories of adventures and battles from the villains that come by.
It felt good to be spoken to like you mattered.
The honking of a car rips you from your thoughts.
Black Hat barks from his seat, “I haven’t got all night!”
You roll your eyes and join him in the car, sliding into the passenger seat and buckling yourself in.
“You don’t even sleep.”
He starts up the engine, “Why would I sleep when there’s billions of humans waiting to be tormented?”
- -
Arriving at your home in better shape than the dozens of poles and stop signs on the way there, you look back at Black Hat. He looks at you expectantly.
“You know.” You start. “I’ve been working with you for quite some time and you haven’t tormented me yet.”
Black Hat straightens from leaning on the car. “That is because I have something else planned for you.”
“And what would that be?”
Caressing your face, Black Hat whispers in your ear, “I’m going to make you feel one of the seven deadly sins.” He moves away and releases you, leaving you dumbstruck as he enters his car and laughs.
A disc leisurely floats to the phonograph in the corner of the room. Filling the chamber with music.
It wasn’t his normal choice, but it would do for today.
Black Hat leans back in his chair, closing his eyes for a moment of rest. He didn’t require sleep or breaks, his body never tired like the mortals around him. He was always conscious of everything around him.
But to have a moment with just his glorious self was quite nice..
The melody drifts on.
The world quiets.
Just as bruises form on his body.
And as a dull throb reverberates in his head.
Damn it.
He growls and opens his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed as he cuts off the music with a snap of his fingers. With the moment gone, Black Hat examines his new injuries, though he knows they will fade soon.
The concept of a “soulmate” was not new to him, nor was the affect the bond could have on a pair.
It was quite the revelation when he discovered even he could have one. And for a while, he fancied the idea of having someone all to himself; someone only he could have for the rest of time and then some. But as his intended died and reincarnated he grew annoyed with the drawbacks.
They filled his mind with childish rhymes and songs, giving him scrapes and stupid little paper cuts. They interrupted his plans with out of sync humming. As they grew they went through constant phases and would repeat songs over and over! In one reincarnation, they even fell victim to poisoning and trampling in the same week!
How dare they interrupt his schedule with such pitiful mortal afflictions! He couldn’t even enjoy watching them suffer!
How could his soulmate- his equal! Be so vulnerable?!
A small squeak of gears and doors unlatching catches his attention as he digs his claws into the arms of his chair, green drool dripping from his clenched teeth. Releasing his grip of the chair, he leans back and crosses his legs. Once again under the guise of his “gentlemanly” persona.
“The doctor must be back.” His eye turns red as he connects his consciousness to a portrait downstairs, surveying the room for his lackeys. It was only recently that he acquired this minion, and while he showed some.. promise, the scientist still had yet to truly prove himself. Not that he could ever hope to reach his standards of perfection of course. He doubted if anyone could.
Strangely, there is no movement inside the manor.
He scowls,”Where are those imbeciles.”
Fully immersing himself into the portrait, Black Hat slips out of the canvas and saunters through the house in search of the source of the disturbance. It was likely the gates to the underground garage.
But unloading parcels was no excuse for checking in late!
A familiar melody fills his head causing him to stop walking for a second.
Fondu au noir, he believes. A humming accompanies the lyrics, faint, but enough to be noticed.
They were in sync this time, he thinks with a flutter of amusement.
.
.
.
He grunts, a deep scowl once again on his face as he continues his trek downstairs. Of course they would have bad timing once again, filling his mind with nonsense.
Standing before the doors, he slips through into the garage. Black Hat is greeted by the sight of his subordinates hog tied atop of the car. The bots in the front seats are either dismantled or completely decimated with scorch marks on their plating. The merchandise however, is all in one piece.
‘Lucky doctor.’ Black Hat lifts a brow, his face unamused.
Flug gulps, sweat dripping down the paper bag covering his head,”H-Hello m-my lord!”
Demencia squeals,”Sweetie!”
A twitch of his eye.
The merchandise was there, but his reputation was stained.
Failure.
Absolute. Failure.
“S-Sir..?”
“Its all under control, you said,” Black Hat chuckles, his shadow climbing the wall and expanding,”Its as good as done.” Membranous wings snap from his back as Black Hat roars; his flesh peels back, exposing his gums and fluorescent green teeth, the smell of rot fills the air.
Flug whimpers, curling in on himself as much as he could with his limbs bound,”Y-Yes but you s-see Lord Black Hat-“
“W̡̮̣̼̰͙̾̀̈̏͆̽͢͝H̩͒́͢AT̢̫̖̐̈͐!”
“Avillaingotinourway!”
He snarls,”They are like any other enemy doctor, you take them down!”
“It was a Horseman, sir! They took us down after destroying the Hat-Bots!”
Black Hat pauses.
Flug trembles, waiting for his masters response while Demencia watches adoringly.
.
.
.
“A little Horseman you say?”
“Y-Yes sir.”
Black Hat chuckles and swipes a clawed finger to release the two from their bonds. Leaning closer to Flug he drags a sharp digit across the scientist’s goggles,”I will give you one chance to remedy your little SLIP UP!”
Flug flinches.
Black Hat grins, embracing his flair for the theatrical as the lights die out. Leaving his sickening grin and piercing eye the only light sources in the room.
”Bring them to me.”
———————
Once you got home, you immediately turned on your radio and fell asleep. Sleep means you don’t have to acknowledge the aching in your body.
Pain, or dreams of fireplaces, cats, and fresh bread?
Dreams of course.
But a harsh rapping at the door not hours later, pulls you from your sleep.
You stretch your arms above your head, sighing in pleasure as your sore joints pop. You lay back down to continue sleeping. Screw whoever’s at the door, you want your sleep.
The knocking grows louder, soon turning into insistent banging.
You groan, sitting back up,“I’m going!” You huff,”No need to be so pushy.” Grabbing a pair of brass knuckles from a ceramic vase on the small table by your couch, you stuff your hand into your pocket before unlocking the door and removing the deadbolt.
Swinging open the door, you are met with the sight of Pestilence leaning on the doorway with wide eyes. Death looks everywhere but you and War cradles a fallen potted tree in his arms. Conquest is the only normal one with his hands in his suit pockets.
They’re all dressed nicely, you realize with a small hum.
Conquest smiles softly and waves,”Hey sorella.”
You smile back, waving with the brass knuckles on,”Hey Connie.” Quirking a brow at War, you look to the rest of your siblings,”So. You came to vandalize my plant or my fridge?”
Death grins, signing rapidly,”Wine cellar. War can have the tree.”
“Proceed,” you motion to War as you sign to Death,”This is Why I can't have nice things.” You roll your eyes.
War rightens the tree as the three siblings walk inside, each one giving you a kiss on the cheek or small pat on the shoulder. In the family, a normal hello would work like when you were all kids. But in the family, respect was to be shown when entering the house of any member of the clan. even siblings.
Either way, you really missed these guys. Often they were back at the home base in Calamni with the matriarch and a good chunk of the family. While you weren’t shunned from returning after choosing to enroll in college full time rather than villainy, neither side could visit the other frequently.
“Sooo whatcha up to punk?” Pesty plops herself onto the couch, grinning at Death who heads straight to the kitchen.
You lean on the wall,”Well I was finishing up my art degree but seeing as how the building was destroyed that plan is on hiatus for now.”
“So you were at the collapse.” Conquest sits on the loveseat by the window, he taps his fingers uneasily,”Nonna said you might’ve been the one spotted in the area.”
“I was,” You confess,”But I dealt with the problem, I didn’t start it.”
War let’s out a booming laugh,”No need to defend yourself half pint, we’re not here to accuse you.”
“So you’re really just here for my food?”
Oh don’t you feel loved.
Death walks out from around the corner, a platter of cheese in his hands while wine glasses float behind him,”We come with invitations.” He smiles smugly as you squint to read the label on the bottle of wine behind him.
“I was saving that!” You shriek.
The cork pops from the bottle as Death sings,”Not anymore~!”
Pestilence eagerly rubs her hands together,”Pass the loot Videl!”
Death puts down the tray before filling the glasses. Leaving you glaring at them all as the bottle is soon left half empty.
“This better be good.” You sit by Pestilence and are soon boxed in by Death who places his legs on yours and Pestilence’s lap.
War swirls the wine in his glass, a grin gradually forming,”It's pretty exciting.”
“Your exciting or my exciting?” You plop a small block of cheese into Death’s mouth.
“Bit of both” he shrugs.
“Alright, what is it?”
War looks to Conquest who pulls out a small envelope, passing it along to his brother. Opening the envelope, War clears his throat and says,
“The Black Hat Organization cordially invites the House of Horsemen and select members of Death Inc. to our decennial gala to celebrate the achievements of current and past villains. The gala will begin at sundown and end at sunrise. There will be a live auction, dead auction, music and dance then some sort of groveling over Black Hats achievements I guess.” War rambles on,”It mentions pops also getting recognized but we haven’t told him yet.”
“Why not?” You ask.
“Because of mom.” Pestilence floats her glass in front of her, eyes glassy as she listens to the viruses and bacteria that linger around her around her. “She’s definitely not invited, and the old man probably won’t want to go without her.”
“Yeah.. so you guys are taking me?”
“Of course, you’re part of the clan. Unless you want us to take Belladonna and Pluto without you and make you look like the third wheel.” Conquest stifles a smile.
You huff,”After you drank my wine I deserve an invitation.”
“Good! We’re going then, time to get dressed!” Pestilence darts up the stairs.
Your eyes widen,”Wait you never said it was-!” Death slips behind the couch and lifts you from under your arms, carrying you up the stairs with ease.
“Bell’s already in the car!” War cups his hands over his mouth to be heard over your thrashing,”Dress nice this time okay!”
“FUCK YOU!” You let out one last scream before Death tosses you into your room with Pestilence.
Death holds onto the door as you bang on it, calling out to your siblings as your sister takes it upon herself to prepare you for the gala. He smiles nervously at his older brothers, motioning a swift,”Phew!”
War chuckles before looking to Conquest,”This should be fun.”
Conquest simply downs his wine silently.
———————
Black Hat prowls the area, watching as guests begin to enter. He vaguely recalls faces, with most villains not being worth his notice whatsoever. But tonight he searches for a specific kind of company.
A Horseman.
“Lord Black Hat.”
A voice behind him calls. He turns around and finds the Four Horsemen and a few others in their party. Lucky him, he grins to himself.
Conquest bows,”It's an honor to be invited once more, my lord.” The others follow suit but rise before their leader does.
Black Hat hums, looking down at the younger man,”It has been some time hasn’t it?” He scans the group, temporarily pausing on.. one.
“Part of the company?” He asks, referring to Death Inc. which like his own company, was multifaceted. Perhaps they were from the lower ranks.
Conquest looks up, turning to his side,”No sir, she is from our clan. My sister in fact.”
You look up at the tall “man” before you, feeling your pulse quickening as he assesses you silently. His eyes roam from your head to your toes before landing on your face, his eye shining with what you could only describe as something predatory. You were a bit terrified, knowing who he was and what he was capable of- remembering seeing it on the battlefield long ago.
But at the same time, you felt elated. Excited. As if a murky glass was wiped clean. It felt new.
Your group steps to the side as Black Hat approaches you. Their bodies tense, knowing they could step in to attack but ultimately would be nothing more than flies for him to swat away. They could do nothing but watch and wait.
Stopping a foot away, Black Hat removes his top hat and holds it to his chest as he performs a small bow. A bowler hat is in place of the one he took off.
“A pleasure to meet you.” He purrs and looks up at you, sending a jolt of electricity up your spine.
