Thank god for your girlfriend.

She knew you enough to know when something was wrong. And she gave a fuck.

Not that tonight was discreet. You went from wide eyed and bushy-tailed bouncing with energy to a nervous wreck barely hearing a word she said. Your whole body coiled up with tension and stiffened like a visceral response you’d had a billion times before. Your heart was too aware of the sounds which mingled in the background for everyone else. You tried nodding, you even smiled at Billie not wanting her to think you you were not paying attention to her when you were. You were trying so hard to let her words in but your brain seemed to be preparing itself to kill a lion. Your muscles felt loaded and ready to release a huge burst of energy. You could easily run a thousand miles right now. Or maybe actually kill a lion.

“Y/N? Baby? Look at me”

She tried to gently coax you into a response, however small but your ears felt… it felt like your ears werhe underwater. You could see her talk , her lips moving. But you couldn’t understand the words. When you were a kid you used to play a game, diving under the water or the pool and trying to guess what your friend outside was saying. And right now, you were doing the same, brute forcing your mind to pick up on any phonetic cues that could hint at whatever it was Billie could be saying.

The source of all this? A couple some tables down from you both, who had gotten into an argument. At first it didn’t seem like a big deal. But as the girl’s voice began to echo louder with the guy repeating himself, the side of his hand slamming into the table to drive a point home, it began to feel hard to breathe. As the guy began to shout the girl stood up, grabbing at his arm trying to get to stop him from leaving. He wasn’t listening. And she made sure to say he wasn’t listening. He paused and they talked for a moment. Before he began to get frustrated at her insistence and was soon screaming as he tried to storm out.

Your stomach dropped, you felt nauseous. Nononono. No. No.

You lips trembled, you wanted to say something, anything.

But it wasn’t your business was it? It wasn’t your business back then when it was mom and dad going at each others throats tearing each others to bits. Wasn’t your business when your adult mom threw herself at your arm shit talking dad for leaving. Wasn’t your business when dad up and left and you only began to get to see him in predetermined dates agreed upon with a lawyer. Wasn’t your business with this young couple. They weren’t married as far as you knew but the exact pattern was all so familiar, painfully so. The way she was too scared to let him go. The way he felt claustrophobic with her incessant demands and expectations. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had cheated because some other girl let him breathe and thought he was funny for the things his girlfriend called him immature and selfish.

“No please.. not again” was all you managed to stammer out, your voice small and cracking. Breathe in and out. Your heart was beating hard harder.. harder. Fast. Fast. Faster. Faster. Every inhale felt like fire on your chest and not enough as you gasped, your diaphragm trembling like a choked up child. You were exactly the same now as you had been all those years again. The words of the couple and the fight of your parents seemed to merge into one nightmarish hellscape. You couldn’t function..

Your girlfriend luckily could tell trying to talk it out wouldn’t solve it. Not yet at least. She paid the bill, finished her mock tail and took your hand pulling you out of the restaurant once you were away from the couple she hugged you tightly. Her arms wrapped around you like a blanket covering your trembling form. Her doughy curves felt soft under your grip like hugging your favorite teddy while blaring your favorite bands in an excruciatingly loud volume on your headphones to drown out any sounds of reality. The reality that you so feared. Everyone falls out of love eventually.

“Why? Why is it always like this…”

“Hey hey hey.. nonono. No. Not us.” Billie retorted rapidly, her hand caressing your knuckles. She didn’t let go of the hug, your body was trembling but each shake was smaller than the previous. “Not us”.

“Billie I don’t want to stop loving you… I love you. But everyone falls o-“

your words were cut off by the pressing of her lips against yours. It wasn’t a bruising kiss. It was gentle like a rose petal grazing your skin slowly… it forced you to stop fueling the anxious thoughts and focus on reciprocating the kiss a small task you had done so many times by now was muscle memory… she then broke the kiss, and her fingers ran along your jaw.

“Get it in through your skull baby. Not us. We will not fall out of love. Not now. Not ever. Not us. Not ever. Okay. Say it with me.”

“We will n-not…”

“Not us, not ever.” She repeated…. Her blue eyes met yours and she leaned forward pressing her forehead on yours.

“Not us…” you whispered against her lips… “not ever…”

“Never.”

"I-is that-" you gasped, when you sucked , eyes closed as you felt the warm fluid filling your mouth, it felt thick, creamy almost, but also, somewhat sweet... you peeked your tongue out from your lips noticing the whiteness coating it and you just knew what had happened. "Yeah... small side effect from my birth control... you know you can spit if you want right..?" You licked your lips, and to her surprise, you threw your head back swallowing before opening your mouth wide to reveal you'd guzzled down every last drop of her breastmilk...

You always hated the way it felt to be ovulating. For a solid week all you could think of was sex. It wasn't even liek you meant to. Your whole body pleaded for it, to a point where you could honestly look borderline addicted to it. Your drive went up tenfold of what it was, and let's be honest it's not like you were a prude during the rest of the month either. But right now, you were a sorry mess. In the car with your girlfriend while the chauffer drove you both home. you'd begged her for so much, promising all kinds of things for a sliver of a chance like you were a damn politician. ''God, you're pathetic." She spat out, the words coming across harshly. But it was all agreed upon. She'd never cross the line of what you could handle. "can't even keep your trap shut for five damn minutes? are you seriously that much of a whore?" You whined, trying to straddle her thigh to get some relief by grinding down, only to have her remove you forcefully from her lap and slap your face. "Ah ah ah-ah. i never said you could touch me. Fucking dumb slut... you're so desperate your brain stopped working?" Reneé growled and your thighs squeezed shut, using your own bod to form a bit of friction to relief yourself but it was far from enough... "I- i've- i've been good... please... mommy" you whimpered, through teary eyes as a bodily response to having your face struck so abruptly. "God- mommy needs a break." She rolled her eyes at your needy whines, you were so persistent, and she found it amusing but she also knew that sometimes you needed her to be rough and manhandle you like you were nothing to her. ''I b-behaved- mommy- i.. i d-deserve a r-reward?" You tried pleading, trying to change tactics from demanding to bargaining. She suddenly shoved you from the backseat to the car floor in front of her, your knees hitting the carpet hard enough you knew you'd get friction burns but right about now you could not care less about it. "Lick my boot." She commanded, er tone leaving no space for discussions. It wasn't a request and you knew it. This was particularly humiliating.. but god... if it was what you needed to do for her to let you get some relief you would do it in a heartbeat You held her feet, raising her boot up to your face, and kissed the leather before starting to lick it clean... Your free hand went to your pussy rubbing your clit. Reneé took notice of it and pushed you against the back of the front seat immobilizing you and stunning you a bit. When you understood why she did it you stopped touching yourself with a sound of protest and went back to running your tongue along the authentic leather of her platform boots. Once she was satisfied she lowered her boots down to between your legs rubbing them against your pussy taking advantage of your mini-skirt. "You were so damn desperate, where did all that bravado go huh? You're so ridiculous, i honestly feel sorry for you." You whimpered, rolling your hips against her boot. "I'm gonna let you ride my boots. But just because really, you're a trainwreck. It's your pity fuck, and that's as best as you're getting from me until we get home. Am i being clear, pet?" You nodded, and began to thrust your hips, sliding and grinding down on the tip of her boot, finding the friction of the leather on your dripping wet cunt to be a much needed relief.

You had been working so hard lately, every day, form nine to five, day in, day out, and it all was starting to eat you up. Seeing your girlfriend become nominated for grammy's, seeing her become the most heard artist and not being able to be there physically to congratulate her, envelop her in your arms and tell her how proud you were of her.

But you were. So fucking proud.. So much so you schemed a whole shenanigan to convince your boss you needed a whole week of leave.

But to trick him, you needed to be convincing. Dude was a hardass. He couldn't suspect you were only doing this to go to your girlfriend's performance in her latest tour.

PROUD PARTNER OF THE WORLD'S MOST FAMOUS SINGER. <3 I LOVE YOU

You began to show up to work subtly late each day, with a more pale face, looking tired, coughing, groaning, you even faked vomiting at one point. He was growing increasingly uncomfortable, and eventually dismissed you.

Billie had spent most of the wek trying to aks you to come to her concert in atlanta. You had not answered her texts always saying you were too busy, too tired, in too much pain. She didn't argue but you could almost envision those ocean eyes growing sadder.

That was, until the night of the concert. The concert had already started when you managed to come artound, you had to bribe security and explain who you were for them to let you in. You rushed through the crowd, having to elbow a few people away so you could reach the front of the stage and lift a sign.

When she saw the sign she raised one eyebrow, and walked to the edge of the stage. When you lowered the sign and she spotted you she rolled her eyes, playing unamused by your stunt. But she jumped off stage, walking over to you and hugged you.

"You said you couldn't..." She said calmly.

"I lied... but for a good reason... i had to trick my boss."

"Had to trick me too?"

"It was collateral damage, i promise, i won't lie to you again, babe."

"Promise me?"

There were many perks to dating a demon...

No one ever knew her real face. Just you. The way her eyes darkened with lust. The way your life was wrapped around her finger for a deal you made long long ago when you were a teenager still. It had not come to fruition until you were eighteen. You asked for wealth. For everyone to know your name.

You got it all. People were almost killing each other for a chance to meet you. You were the talk of every gossip site every tabloid, people were obsessed with your music, like they couldn't physically not listen to you. And no one knew the reason behind your apparently fool-proof success.

It didn't matter what you sang. How your videos were. What crazy declaration you made. How many times you decided to rebrand yourself, switch genres, change stage name, change social media, go offline, disappear, come back, the second you got any music out people ate off the palm of your hands. You were the ruler of the world. No one could beat you.

Your numbers spoke for themselves. The way everyone cried about you, screamed, you were on everyone's tongues, bedroom walls, camera rolls... People even speculated, a lot of lunatics saying you had a deal with the devil. At first you dismissed them, always denying but eventually you began to play into it, agreeing, which made people start to question themselves. Maybe they were overreacting?

I know. Gaslighting the masses into thinking they were insane, when you were openly admitting for real to the exact thing they were accusing you of seemed dark. But you stopped caring a long time ago, five platinum albuns on multiple countries ago to be honest. If it had been when you just started, you'd deny it until you were out of air in your lungs. But now? You were too far above that, too untouchable for any of their critiques to matter.

You were almost... God.

But once you got home...? The story was completely different.

You had a lot of paying to do. Your soul was... one small part of the price you chose to pay for the rest of your mortal life for your dreams to come true.

"My queen...?" You asked, tentatively as you came into the big house on the hill, the skies outside dark, only brightening when you saw lightning strike. You soon spotted her, sat in her big ebony chair, her long slender legs crossed over one another as she eyed you up and down like prey You sighed, dropping to your knees, as you always did in front of her. At first it was what she commanded you to do, a subtle reminder that you would always be underneath her.

But now, after so many years of this dynamic, it felt like second nature. Snakes slithered all over the marble floor, many of which venomous, you could hear the screams of men in cells locked away begging for release. Her fingers tapped slowly and rhythmically on the arm of the chair as she watched you, her red lips slightly puckered as she tried to decide what would be your fate for the night.

''My puppet. You seem tired." Her words weren't a question. there was an undeniable coldness to her tone, one which you used to be scared of but it was also one of the sole reasons responsible for how insanely aroused you were for her. A few well placed pauses in her speech, the way her bifid tongue would slip past her lips leaving them to glisten was always enough to leave your clothes feeling like torture, and she knew.

Your head lulled from exhaustion, and she clicked her tongue mockingly before gesturing you to approach her. You knew better than to hesitate for a single second, she wasn't asking, it was an order. Her ringed fingers traced your hair slicking it back away from your weary face.

"You put too much effort into it again, didn't you."

"My queen, i-" You started but her hand covered your mouth and nose making you be unable to speak or breathe for a bit. She kept it up till you were a bit dizzy, and then when you were a bit more clouded in mind she withdrew her hand making a needy whine escape you.

"You don't have to work for a thing from them. only from me. Do i make myself clear?"

You were still reeling from the sudden rush of oxygen to your deprived mind. She knew every way to make your mind go blank, and she had not even used her powers yet. A snake trailed up your leg, and you could see the way Taylor's fingers were moving she was using her powers to control the animal. Intimidating you...

"If i tell you to stay still...?" She asked.

"i... s-st.. stay still." You said feeling the scaled against your skin you knew better than to move a single inch, your muscles twitched lightly as one of your lady's many pets made its way up your body, over your bare midriff...

"If i tell you to strip?" She added to her previous question. you almost cursed yourself for having picked such a revealing outfit for tonight's performance.

"i... strip.." Your words were breathy, laced with undeniable need. Everything about this was painful to you, the cold floor 'neath your bare soles, the scales of the reptilian crawling over you, Taylor's voice... you were surrounded by coldness and it was making your cells be brought to a level of heat that felt perilous. You couldn't think when everything felt so hot.

"Then do."

Her words were plain as day, leaving no margin for interpretation or doubt, You began to pluck away piece by piece of your clothes, exposing more and more of your skin, revealing goosebumps the fabrics hd kept hidden away from her prying eyes. The blue in them slowly began to turn into something darker, until all there was to them was a deep darkness which made you whimper.

The snake crawled from your arm to Taylor's as the demoness reached her arm to touch the pet. You moaned- stammering at the loss of contact, you needed something, anything at this point...

''You are so pathetic, thinking you're the one calling shots here."

"My queen, no- y-you are the one who controls everything"

"Damn right I do. I control everything. The snakes. The lust. Their thoughts. Your career. Your life. You."

You froze as you felt her nails rubbing against your abdomen... they were sharp and left red trails against your skin which burned. You rolled your hips trying to hint to her you desired her only for your face to be hit with a sharp slap.

''M-my- my lady?" You asked with a watery voice which made her scoff.

"how fucking ridiculous can you be. Crying? Because i won't please you? Is this what you've come down to? God you're weak."

"You're perfect- you'- you're everything. I'm nothing-"

"Say it again..."

You sighed, looking at her eyes, as much as it was tempting to let your gaze fall to her linear figure and the way her red dress hugged every last inch of her curves, you forced yourself to leave your eyes up there, respectfully.

"I'm nothing. You're everything. You're the queen and i'm a puppet."

Another slap hit your face and you let out a surprised yelp, but didn't pull away from the sudden impact.

"I didn't tell you to stop, doll... You do that when i say."

"i'm your plaything. I'm.. Without you i'd be a nobody. i.. am a nobody. I am... an object, you're the life i have."

"keep it up..." She coaxed you, her fingers lowering perilously further south, until they met your nub, which she began to rub in a slow tantalizing way, as you continued to praise her and remind yourself time and again of how she was the only reason you were as big as you were. It was about her, not you.

Your wetness kept increasing, coating her fingers as she continued to expertly stimulate the bundle of nerves making your body quake and tremble, eyes foggy and unable to focus on anything as your mind was now fully in autopilot. You began to ride her hand, and for once she allowed you so long as you continued to worship her for the 'favors' she's done for you.

I guess even demons want some gratitude from time to time.

"I need you- For everything- if i don't- you are the one in control, i'm- i need you. i can't do it without you because i'm just-"

"You're a stupid piece of beautiful mortality and dreams. It's I who knows better and knows how to get you there. in every sense." She said, and her words sounded very ambiguous, maybe a double entendre, or maybe the fact you weren't sure if that was meant as praise, an insult or even an attempt at comfort. you were too overstimulated as your second orgasm washed over you and her fingers slid inside your slit, pumping in and out of you in a steady pace for you to care.

"t-too- TOO MUCH- FUCK NO- FUCK. shit. Master-" You started to cuss, unable to keep the words from leaving your lips. It was like she knew you were a filthy little dirtbag once you got fucked properly. You dropped all your righteous acts and showed her your true colors. You were a gorgeous mess, sexual, bold, eager, everything she as a succubus could ever dream of finding in a mortal... And you were hers.

Her nails were sharp but she was so graceful in her motions, using only the padded bit of her fingers to rub the coarse bit of your wall just above your pelvic floors, a few inches in from your entrance, she hit it so smoothly you began to drool all over yourself, shamelessly, your spit falling over your nipples which prompted her to use her other hand to tug gently at your nipples and twist them.

It hurt. but even that pain was good. It only seemed to add to the pleasure you felt, your brain too drunk on the oxytocin and endorphins to be able to separate what was pain and what was pleasurable. No. It all felt like just more. Once she felt your walls tightening around her, swallowing her fingers and pulling them deeper inside you she smirked because that was also the time where you released a huge amount of viscous clear fluid, scentless, covering her hand and bit of her forearm, leaving the floors a mess as well. She snapped her fingers, dressing you up and with a few more motions of her ringed fingers every last remnant of the memory of the intimacy you just experienced was gone.

as you came back to it all you felt was tired, blissed out, and knew it had something to do with her. But what precisely you weren't sure. You rested your head on her thigh, asking for permission to drift to sleep as your body collapsed from the aftermath of the multitude of orgasms you had unknowingly experienced just moments prior. She nodded and as you knelt she played with your hands allowing you to fall asleep. Her only response to your requests to spend time in her arms was a short and sweet whisper.

Why were you always this much of a mess? Falling was always a nightmare in terms of how much it made you want to bury your hand im the sand out of shame like you were an ostrich. And its not like you were a stranger to falling

Some might call you a pro at it. You fell hard, a lot, you were always covered in bruises which was sort of a joke by now amongst your fans because of your little outfits exposing the bruises whenever you performed.

When you went to your girlfriend's concert this friday you just wanted to support her. But your glasses had broken and the lenses were not ideal given the bright lights from the concert it made your eyes go half lidded due to photosensitivity. You were making your way back from your bathroom to your seat on the bleachers when you miscalculated your step and slid on a wet spot on the ramp for wheelchairs. The fall was quite bad because you not only flopped down but you actually crashed a good two rows of the bleachers in the process making Billie stop the song. The bruises began to form almost immediately.

"Good god- My brother in christ you are a mess. You okay there? Over there?"

She pointed to you and they shone the spotlight on you security rushing over to see if one of her fans had fallen and gotten injured. You stood up embarassed and sort of just awkwardly stared at the stage and waved.

"OOPS. That mess is mine. Sorry guys. Bring them over. That one is with me." She said and commanded security to bring you up the stage