#so she hid in the closet and cried over it

[repulsiveliquidation]

without you || Ona Batlle

warnings : angst w/ happy ending, i promise. mentions of illness and death. based on the poem above. enjoy :)

last night you were in my dreams

looked me in the eye

god

it felt so real

her side of the bed’s empty. there’s no note left for you in her pretty writing. her car is gone from its place next to yours in the driveway. her pillow smells so much like her, it’s almost like she’s still here. the tears. you hate the tears. they fall without your permission. they wet your pillow, “I’m sorry,” you whisper, the lump in your throat made it hard to swallow.

you roll over to her side of the bed, the cold sheets solidify your loneliness. Ona’s gone. she left this morning, bags seemingly packed for such a long time that there was a little dust bunny at the back of the closet from where she hid the duffle bags.

the sun shines into your room just a little, the window left open from the night before. you had shared a glass of wine there, laughing so loud that the old man who lived across from you yelled for you two to go to bed. his wife scolded him and apologized for his behavior, blowing you a kiss and a promise of fresh pastries she would send you the next morning.

you opened the front door and there they were, neatly packed in a little basket. they were Miguelitos, Ona’s favorite. tears filled your eyes again, picking up the pretty basket with an unsteady hand. the old lady calls from across the road and you force a smile, voice breaking when you yell a thank you in a terrible attempt at Spanish. she smiles and nods anyway, watching as you tread back into the house and she sees you wiping a tear away.

they’re still warm so you leave them on the kitchen uncovered. you call Jonatan and tell him you feel like, faking a sniffle that he doesn’t buy but he gives you the day off anyway. suspiciously, Ona calls him not three minutes later with the same excuse. normally you’d call and tell him you were both under the weather but separate calls raise flags in his mind.

you crawl back into bed and begin to sob, hot tears staining your cheeks and pillow. you pull her pillow close to your chest and try to calm yourself, knowing it was no use when all you wanted was your girlfriend to hold you close and tell you everything was going to be alright.

she had done this two times before. Ona was a perfectionist, a master of her craft. every pass, tackle, dribble, and kick had to be perfect. one loose ball that was her fault meant another hour on the pitch perfecting the pass till her toes hurt from kicking the ball. the first time you had to physically throw her over your shoulder and drag her home, having a strict conversation with Alexia as she cleaned up. you made her promise to take her health seriously or Alexia would wait for the green light from you to be benched until she bucked up.

the message got to her head for about six months until a badly timed tackle earned her a second yellow of the game and the send-off. she ran off the pitch in anger, lashing out at Vicky who was comforting her as she walked off. you were on the bench with a little ankle sprain and waddled after her with Alexia, Mapi, and Pina in tow. you were ready to give her an earful when you heard muffled sobbing in the changing room. you told the others you would handle it and they backed off, faces full of concern for their friend.

“Ona?” you called, walking into the room slowly. she wiped her tears away, trying to look like she wasn’t crying. she refused to raise her head, eyes fixed on her muddy cleats.

“Amor, it’s just me,” you comfort, sitting beside her and rubbing her back. she flinches but leans into your shoulder, crying into your pressed shirt. you rock her a little and let her cry it out, gripping your coat tight as she shook in your arms.

“shh, it was just badly timed princesa. it happens.”

“I’ve let the team down, they need me…” she cried harder, snot running down her face. you reach into your pocket and pull out some tissues, reminding yourself to ask the girls which one of them stuffed it into your pocket. you wipe her face and kiss her nose.

“the girls are fine, we’re five goals up with ten minutes to go. we’ve got this game in the bag.”

“but the next games…”

“should give you a chance to rest and regroup. you’ve been working yourself to the bone again.”

“I’ve been sloppy at training, I can’t afford to make mistakes!” she yelled standing up and storming into the showers.

you lean back and decide to give her some space to breathe, hearing the loud chattering of girls high off another win and a clean sheet. you smile and congratulate them, not wanting them to worry about their teammate. Ona comes out from the showers second to last, hair wet and cheek rosy from the hot water. you sit in her cubby patiently waiting and she kisses you.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” she apologizes, fiddling with her fingers. you nod and smile at her, standing up gingerly since your legs have gone numb. she changes and you notice that she’s got one of your ratty t-shirts on and your training sweats. you shake your head and walk out the door, yelling that you’d have the car warmed up for in the front in five.

she scrambles into the car and relaxes into the seat, muscles visibly melting into the warm upholstery. you drive leisurely back home, the Barcelona sunset to your left. Ona snores in the passenger seat softly, not even waking up when the scent of the Chinese takeout you pick up fills the car.

she rouses when you park in front of your house, feeling the familiar cobblestone that you have to drive over just before bringing the car into park. she smacks her lips and feels your lips press a soft kiss on her cheek.

“We’re home, my love.”

she smiles and stretches her arms, climbing out of the car sleepily. you’ve brought all the bags into the house, already cleaning out her kit bag. she rummages through the bags of food and smiles when she smells her favorite. maybe taking a break wasn’t such a bad idea.

it was as if you were here again

deep down inside me feel

Ona locks herself in her room. the sheets feel foreign, itching her skin. you always had the softest sheets, catering to her sensitive skin. the bonus was that they always smelled like you and she made sure to take deep breaths when you changed the sheets every week.

the room smelled stale too. an expected circumstance since she was rarely over here anyway. your house was closer to the pitch and she already had half the closet to herself, why make the trip every time?

there was a knock on the door about twenty minutes after she got home. she knew it was Aitana with a billion questions but all she wanted was to be alone. really she wanted to be with you but she’d fucked that up. she didn’t even know why she ran, the pressure of performing was becoming too much and she didn’t want to be a burden. she couldn’t bear to see that look of disappointment she saw glimmer over your face when she got her first red card with Barça.

the banging on her bedroom door was what woke her up hours later. Aitana mentioned breakfast in the oven and coffee in the coffee pot before the front door slammed shut. she checked her phone and there was radio silence, half hoping that you had left an angry voicemail telling her to come home. instead, she was met with her wallpaper of you holding Coco over the summer at her parent’s house.  

tears pool in her eyes as she scrolls through her camera roll, swiping through all the silly photos you made her take that night. she threw her phone on the bed and screamed into the mattress, hoping deep down inside she was braver in another lifetime.

and when the light came to wake me,

and you slowly starting to fade away,

my soul was longing for you to take me,

Ona walked onto the pitch three days later, heart aching to see you. she stepped onto the pitch and spotted you talking to the girls, Ingrid slapping you on the back laughing at a joke Mapi told the group. she decides to avoid you, too cowardly to face the music. you notice her and smile but she turns away quickly, busying herself with her laces. you decide to try and corner her at the end of practice you do, needing the help of the girls to keep her from running to her car the moment Jonatan blows his whistle.

“why did you run away like that, Oni?” you ask her quietly, the rest of the team filtering out when Alexia begins to shepherd them outside.

“it’s none of your business,” she growls, tears flowing down her cheeks as she packs her kit bag. you grab her shoulder and she turns around with anger seething in her eyes. you’ve never seen hatred in her eyes before, it was unlike her; unlike your cheerful, noisy, playful but shy girlfriend.

“Ona? what’s gotten into you?” you ask, feeling tired of all the secrets she’s been harboring. for weeks you’ve been concerned about her odd behavior. she’s been making frequent visits to the medics, getting off practice earlier and staying longer sometimes, random trips to the ‘store’ for hours on end. you thought that she was planning something since your anniversary was coming up and she liked to make a big thing about it but when she left that morning it hit you that she was probably preparing to leave. this time though, it was for good.

it's her third round of dialysis this week. Ona sat in the lumpy chair of her dialysis center when her doctor walks in.

“how does it look, doctor?”

“it’s fourth-stage renal failure, Ona. you need a transplant or else you’re never playing football again. frankly, I don’t know how you’ve kept playing this long.”

“Jonatan knows.”

“I see,” he says and sits. “does your girlfriend know?”

“she’s not my girlfriend anymore.”

“did you decide that for her, or did she have any say?”

Ona looks up at him in shock. she tries not to jostle the machine as she sits up.

“How did you know?”

“you looked like you didn’t want to believe it when you said it.”

“she deserves better than,” she gestures to the machine, “this.”

“she deserves you,” he says and stands. as he walks away and Ona is about to cry, he turns and clears his throat. “she’s donated blood here before, she’s a perfect donor match.”

Ona tries to cry into her palm quietly, the weight of her decision bearing down on her shoulders.

but instead,

i must live without you,

for another day.

you wake up feeling groggy, and the sound of steady heartbeats fills the room. there’s another heartbeat that deep down sounds familiar and it puts a smile on your face.

a chilling call from Jonatan put you in this hospital bed. he explained that Ona needed a transplant and that you were a perfect match. you cried in his office, body shaking with anger at yourself more than at Ona. you knew that it ran in her family and that her age was when the onset was. the extra visits to the doctor and ‘shop’ trips all made sense now. you punched a wall on your way out dramatically, crying like a baby all the way home. you barged into her house, Aitana following behind you like a puppy.

“so you were just going to run and wait for you to die?” you yelled at her, body shaking in fury. she just stared at her fingers, fiddling with the end of the throw blanket in her lap.

“answer me!”

“you don’t deserve this!” she screamed back, tears running down her face. “you don’t deserve someone who is dying to be your girlfriend!”

tears flood down your cheeks and you hear her door click closed, Aitana in front of it.

“you had no right to decide that for me, Oni!”

“I couldn’t put you through this. if I don’t get a kidney soon, first it’ll be football then it’ll be me!”

“I know I’m a match.”

her head whips up to look at you so fast, you’re sure she’s gone and given herself another ailment.

“no.”

“I’m a perfect match, Onita.”

“I could never ask you to do that!”

“you’re not asking if I’ve already asked them to make sure it goes to you.”  

“Bebé, I–”

“no, you would do the same for me. I love you too much to see you like this,” you kneel in front of her as she sits on the bed, feeling overwhelmed. “Please, Oni,” you beg with your head in her lap, “Please let me help you.”

Ona wakes up and looks over at you, sighing in relief that the surgery was a success. the nurses have pushed your beds close enough together that you stretch your arm out and she does the same, fingers laced together with an unspoken promise to face every challenge that comes your way the only way you knew was right; together.

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[feasibilities]

Growing Pains | Neil Lewis x Unstable Ex-Girlfriend!Reader

Synopsis: Lying to Neil about breaking up with him didn't go over too well, so you want to make it up to him. Warnings: Stalking, Home Invasion, Non-Con, Humiliation, Exhibitionism, Dacryphilia, Overstimulation, Degradation, Dom-Sub Aspects, etc.

Author's Note: I've seen a lot of amazing stories that make Neil the creep so I wanted to reverse the roles. I love how scared he looks in the gif above. Also, please reply if you want me to add you to a taglist! Here. Take it! @mothhball

“I missed you so much, Neil.” You whispered, standing over the fearful man. His blue eyes were wide with unease.

“How the fuck did you…” Neil trailed off, noticing the unlocked window you crawled through. 

“You left it unlocked so I knew you were waiting for me.” You smiled.

“You have serious issues. You broke up with me and when I finally start to get over you, here you are.” Neil complained, putting his face in his hands.

“You mean you weren’t thinking of me all those times you jacked off in the shower or in here with some smutty VHS tape playing?” You teased, walking to his worn out VHS player.

Neil went to stop you from taking the tape out but remembered he was nude underneath the blanket. He rushed awkwardly and hid his lower half, but he was too late.

“College Girls Get Pounded #13. What a summary!” You exclaimed, putting the tape back in the slot and pressing play. A lewd clip of a cheerleader having an orgy with some of her football-playing counterparts appeared on the screen. Gruff hands entered the frame to grab at the soft flesh of her breasts, thighs, and ass. Her pleas for mercy were met sneers and teasing. 

“Can you please-“ Neil started, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

“Shh, this is my favorite part.” You shushed him, earning a confused glance.

You watched her entire body shake as one of the players rammed into her. He covered her mouth and held her firmly in place. Her cries of pleasure were still audible. Just as she was about to come, Neil turned off the TV.

“Please go home. You’ve humiliated me enough.” Neil sighed, ignoring his hard-on. 

“I am home. Also, I have something to show you. Be right back.” You winked, scurrying into his closet with your book bag. 

Neil told himself that he was sick of your mind games, but another part of him was absolutely enthralled. None of his exes put him on edge like you did. You brought out the most insane parts of his personality. 

Opening the closet door, you revealed that you put on your old cheerleader uniform. It was a bit too snug and your skirt sat too high. Your breasts were spilling out of the top. You sold the look with a sparkly bow tied around your ponytail. Neil was practically drooling, but he tried to stay firm in his refusal of your advances. 

“J-just go. I don’t even know why you put that on.” Neil said, his voice cracking toward the beginning of the sentence. 

You walked toward him and stood over him once more. He closed his eyes tightly hoping you would disappear like you did in his dreams. You were obviously still standing there when he opened them. Kneeling in front of him, you started to pull the blanket away from his lower half. You giggled at his pathetic efforts to stop you. Finally, you saw what he was so embarrassed about. His dick was painfully hard. Pre-ejaculate leaked from his tip. Veins adorned his shaft. 

You took him in your hands as an evil smile grew across your face. You squeezed slightly, making him whimper. 

“Dirty little boy…” You degraded him. Suddenly, you had an idea that would humiliate him further. 

“Stand in front of the window.” You ordered.  

“Please don-“ He begged.

“Do it.” You spat through gritted teeth. 

He walked to the window and stood quietly. You walked up behind him and forcefully put his hands above the window, exposing himself completely. You spit in your hand and began stroking him harshly. Neil cried out and asked you to stop. However, you saw him thrusting into your hand. His eyes brimmed with tears as his anxiety was through the roof. It was the middle of the night, but he worried some stranger would see you two. 

You planted kisses on his shoulder and occasionally massaged his tip with your thumb. You were turned on by his crying. Neil’s whining grew louder as he approached his climax. His hands were clenched into tight fists above the window. You rutted against him to rile him up even more. Suddenly, hot ropes seed shot out of him onto the window sill. The rest seeped between your fingers. You continued to stroke slowly to drain him of any remaining defiance. 

“P-please, I’ll do anything you say. It hurts.” Neil sobbed.

“You mean it?” You mocked.

“Yes.” Neil replied, tears rolling down his face. 

“Good.” You said, pulling him toward the bed and pushing him down. Straddling him, you pulled off your top. Neil’s teary eyes took in the beautiful sight. He reached up to touch you before you smacked his hand away. 

“I wanna watch a movie.” You blurted out. Neil seemed to relax at your suggestion. You made it an effort to bend over and put in the tape. Coming back to the bed, you straddled him once more, facing away. You pulled up your skirt and slid down on him. A faint moan left your mouth as you turned to the screen. 

“I tho-I thought we were watching a movie.” Neil faltered, feeling a rush of adrenaline again. 

“We are. Now shut up so I can watch.” You reprimanded him, moving up and down slowly. You missed how he felt inside of you. Neil’s breathing was heavy and ragged. His pupils were dilated and his legs trembled intermittently. He saw how your arousal covered his shaft. He wanted to pin you down and take you like the girl in the video. Being submissive to you proved to be way more interesting, however. 

“This is one of the high points of 1940s cinema, isn’t it?” You asked innocently, bouncing faster. 

“What?” Neil responded, completely oblivious. 

“Why aren’t you paying attention? This is one of your favorite movies, Neil. You talked my fucking ear off about it when we met.” You chastised him, slowing down once more. 

“N-no, I am paying attention. I feel like it’s one of the best movies of the era. I…” He trailed off once you clenched around him. 

“Mhmm, and what else?” You teased. 

“The cinematography is extraordinary.” He said, staring at you. 

“Yeah...” Your voice quavered as you felt that familiar warmth in your lower stomach. Neil picked up on this and decided to return the favor. He sat up and pulled you toward him. Your back was flush against his chest. He groped your breasts harshly and moved his hand to your clit. You gave him a death stare that made him smile sweetly. 

“What did you like about the movie, darling?” Neil goaded. 

“Fuck you.” You ignored him, loving that he was touching you.

“Ah-ah, watch your language.” He said, bottoming out. You tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he held you tightly. As he began thrusting vigorously, he pinched one of your nipples. A reverberant moan left your throat. At this point, the neighbors definitely heard you two. Neil moved his fingers from your clit to your mouth. Eyes rolling back, you sucked them lovingly as he hit your g-spot with each thrust. You leaned forward to lessen the blow of his movements before he yanked you back by your skirt. 

“Stay still, slut.” Neil snapped, putting a hand around your throat. 

Your vision went white when you came. You groaned loudly and held his wrist for dear life. He missed this so much. You two pushed each other to your respective limits. He was truly depressed when you “broke up” with him. You made it seem so real. He wondered if he wasn’t enough, but now he had his answer. 

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[anastaaaaaaasia]

The First Queen

Aegon II Targaryen x niece!Reader

Important notice: in this series reader has features of Ser Harwin, including Brown hair and tone of skin.

Next chapter

Prologue

Warnings: mention of blood, children (who knows)

Chaos.

The room was in chaos. Maids ran from one corner to another, midwives bended over the princess's body on the bed. The smell of sweat, blood and milk of the poppy mixed into one stench that was nastier than the smell in the farthest corners of Flea Bottom. The sounds were no better. The rustling of sheets, the maester's stern instructions and the screams of Princess Rhaenyra.

It was a hot summer day in King's Landing, so the windows were wide open. Those inhabitants of the Red Keep who decided to take a walk near the Godswood were unlucky, the windows from the maternity room just looked out there. Few people knew, but at the moment of the most desperate screams, the dragon Syrax also screamed several miles away.

Outside the walls of the room, in the corridors of the red castle, there was also chaos. Maids brought new potions while others ran around looking for new towels. When the door opened and a maid began to carry out bloody sheets in a wicker basket, Ser Laenor staggered and abruptly closed Jace's eyes. Although the boy is only a year old, he could not allow his son to see this picture.

Queen Alicent shrugged when she saw the number of towels and sheets in a bloody color. All of her births were relatively easy and it was unusual and frightening to see this. Any woman in the Seven Kingdoms knew that while men fight on the battlefield in armor and with swords in their hands for gold, fame and new lands, women fight on the birth bed with maesters and midwives, for their lives and the lives of their children.

Alicent was rocking the newly born Aemond at this time; the chubby-cheeked boy was calm enough for his age. One-year-old Heileina was busy with a toy dragon figurine her father had given her. The young princess babbled happily as the toy appeared in her view.

At this time, her father was trying to distract himself from his thoughts. He saw such a picture not so long ago, a couple of years ago. When Viserys met long-awaited son. When he made a decision that still haunts him in the darkness of the night. When he lost his wife Aemma. Just the thought of the possible loss of his daughter brought back all the darkest images and awakened what King Viserys tried so desperately to forget, but never could. The ruler of Westeros decided that if the maesters asked to make a choice in favor of a mother or a child, he would do everything to ensure that Laenor named his wife, no matter what.

Everyone was busy with their own worries, so no one noticed how the young prince, the first son of the king, entered the room after the maid. The boy hid behind the closet when a couple of moments later the room was filled with children's cries. He carefully looked out from behind the furniture and saw that the master was holding a new member of the family. They were covered in mucus and blood. Then Aegon thought how disgusting little children were. He might never even get close to Aemond, who knows, maybe he too suddenly becomes like this. No one wants to be dirty in this mixture, especially the young prince.

Then he looked at his older sister, she was lying there and smiling. Rhaenyra stopped screaming as if she had been eaten by a dragon. Now she was lying and waiting for the first meeting with her child.

“It’s a girl, princess,” said the master. Then he placed the newborn in the hands of the princess. She smiled and stroked her new daughter's cheek. This action caused a sudden burst of laughter from the little girl. And then Aegon looked further than he should have.

A sudden gasp from one of the maids caught the attention of everyone in the room, and Aegon turned to see the maid looking straight at him. Then the young prince realized that he was in trouble. He smiled guiltily and tried to hide his eyes.

“My prince, the birthing room is not a place for men,” said the master and ordered that the boy be taken to his parents.

“But you are here, and you don’t look like a female maester, unless you are hiding something from us,” the prince smiled, and devils danced in his eyes. The princess grinned and interrupted the slightly indignant maester.

“Dear little brother, may I ask, what are you doing here?” Rhaenyra looked at her four-year-old brother. The boy didn’t know what to answer and just stood there, then he shrugged and looked at his sister.

"Do you want to see her?" Rhaenyra broke the silence and pointed to the little girl in her arms. Aegon took a couple of steps to the bed and, with the help of his sister, climbed onto it. Big eyes looked at him, he couldn’t understand what color they were.

Perhaps he had not yet learned its name; playing with the sword was much more interesting than sitting in the chambers with the maester and listening to his boring sayings.

He also saw that her skin was slightly bluish. He remembered that Aemond also had a bluish tint, but after a couple of weeks he became pinker and ruddier. The next feature of her appearance was a pair of brown hairs, which he had never seen in his family. Aegon knew something was wrong, but he couldn’t explain it, and it didn’t matter to him. His nephew, Jace, was also dark-haired, and Aegon had sometimes heard his mother complain about it. He honestly didn't understand why Queen Alicent was worried about his hair color. It's just a color, isn't it?

Aegon wanted to touch reaching up to the girl’s plump cheeks, but suddenly froze, looking at his sister, mentally asking permission. Rhaenyra nodded warmly, and the little prince touched his cheek. It felt like the softest fluff, the newborn smiled her toothless smile and Aegon smiled back. Suddenly the girl squeezed the toddler's finger into her fist and started laughing.

“She seems to like you,” said the princess.

“What is her name?” Aegon asked his sister. Rhaenyra didn't know what to answer. She didn't discuss women's names. Yes, she always wanted to name her sister Visenya, but the wound from the loss of her mother and all her shattered dreams was still fresh. She didn't know what to answer and then looked at the young prince.

“What do you want to call her?”

Aegon thought only for a couple of seconds, because he knew the answer to this question. There was a name he loved and it intrigued him. How melodious it sounds and rolls off the tongue. He heard this name during lessons with the master, he was almost asleep, but when he heard the name he suddenly woke up. It was something from Andal legends.

“Y/N,” Aegon said proudly and smiled, the girl also smiled and drooled a few times. A few got on his hand and the young prince shook them off contemptuously. Rhaenyra just laughed at that.

"Sometimes children do disgusting things," Aegon declared.

#aegon ii targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon x reader #aegon targaryen imagine #aegon ii targaryen imagine

[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2023: 3-Manga

"You should take her to that café on Fifth Ave." Jon declared, "She loves sweets and they serve a variety of tea there. It's perfect!"

"Marinette, remember to be courteous of his diet." Kagami spoke, "Don't go anywhere there are few options."

"I think Damian is picking the place this time so that won't be a problem." Marinette replied.

"Is that seriously what you're wearing?" Jon shouted.

"What is wrong with my outfit?" Damian questioned.

"Oh, nothing." Jon snarled, "It's just your usual suit. It's a date, Damian! You're not going to a gala; dress down, like if we were going somewhere."

Damian rolled his eyes and walked back into his closet.

"I have the perfect outfit for you!" Adrien shouted, pulling out the viral strawberry dress, "It's perfect!"

"Adrien, I really don't think-" Mari began to refuse.

"It's spring. You look great in pink and as a designer can you really refuse?" he countered.

Marinette sighed and grabbed the dress.

"Make sure you wear your red bow heels." he shouted.

"What?" Marinette yelled, "No way!"

"Are you going to wear your converse and clash." Adrien smirked.

Mari growled and went back into her room.

"Hurry up!" he called back, "I'm doing your hair and make up, too."

Marinette couldn't help but feel utterly ridiculous right now.

'How did I let Adrien talk me into dressing up like this? I feel so stupid right now!'

Marinette smiled, embarrassed, as she waved to Damian.

'Jon, I'm going to kill you.'

Damian took in Marinette's appearance and felt completely underdressed. She was wearing a short pink dress with flowing sleeves with strawberries and Jon had convinced him to come in jeans! Marinette was wearing heels; she never wear heels! Damian was already thinking which piece of kryptonite he was going to use to kill his best friend with.

Marinette looked around the tiny café. It was definetely something new. They had never eaten there before. She could see stands her family used for cupcakes, but these had.....sandwiches?

Damian gulped as she looked around. She seemed excited.

'Maybe Jon was right; I'll just maim him.'

'I never thought Damian would like these kind of things. This place reminds me of the galas he always complains about. He told me he hated finger food so why are we here? Did I say something to make him think I would like this? Is this because I told him I want jalapenos on the veggie pizza last time?'

"I apologize for being underdressed, Marinette." Damian spoke.

"Are you kidding?" Marinette questioned, "I feel overdressed. Adrien suggested this outfit."

"Jon suggested mine." he admitted.

Marinete giggled, "What else did Jon suggest?"

"Coming here." Damian admitted.

"Seriously?" Marinette asked, "How about we split a veggie pizza? I'm buying."

Damian stood up quickly and rushed to pay. Marinette just giggled at his urgency.

'I knew he didn't like this place.'

"So, did Agreste suggest the hair, too?" he questioned, looking at her hair in space buns.

"Yeah." Mari spoke, " He insisted. He said something about wanting to style my hair like this for awhile and how he needed it to be long enough."

"That I don't mind." Damian stated, "Although, I'm sure you are eager to get out of those heels."

As Damian drove them over to her apartment, Marinette texted Adrien and Kagami. She lied and said the date had been a disaster and she was at home. The moment they arrived, Damian texted Jon saying there had been an accident at the café and he desperately needed a change of clothes. He told him they had gone to her place as it was closer to the café.

Damian quickly hid in her room and Marinette sat on the couch facing the door. She buried her face in her hands as she heard footsteps pounding the hallways like a stampede. Her front door was thrown open.

"What happened?" Adrien shouted.

"I have my blade!" Kagami cried, holding it up in the air.

Almost instantly, Jon barreled into them shouting, "I have clothes!"

"Ow." Adrien winced, "Jon?"

"Who is he?" the fencer demanded.

They turned to Marinette for answers, only to see her glaring at them. They hadn't even heard her get up from the couch.

"Sit down; now!" she demanded.

Jon had never seen Marinette pissed off, but Adrien had.

'Not good!'

Adrien quickly grabbed Kagami's arm and pulled her to sit down where Mari had been. Jon wasn't sure what was going on, but he rushed to sit next to the others.

"You can come out now." Mari called out and Damian walked out.

"Hey!" Jon whined, "You said-"

Damian grabbed the clothes out of his friends arms and went back to his girlfriend's room.

"All three of you made this date a disaster." Marinette claimed.

"But-"

"We didn't know where we were going so we were dressed horribly." Marinette stated, "As a fashion designer that is a huge no in my books. While I don't mind Damian dressed casual, it would be fine if we were going to the mall, the movies, or a shopping date. I'm wearing a $200 dress that you insisted I wear."

"But you look so cute!" Adrien defended himself.

"I'm in heels, Adrien!" Mari shouted back.

Kagami even looked at him, like he lost his mind.

"You had us go to a tea shop." she spoke, pointing to Jon.

"Damian likes tea and you like sweets." Jon shrugged. Kagami sighed, "She grew up in a bakery. She bakes all the time. Marinette probably has five different types of bread or sweets in her kitchen, right now."

"While it's great you thought of both of us, they have specials on certain days. They were serving roast beef sandwiches today." Marinette explained.

"Oh." Jon whispered, sinking lower into his seat, praying that Batcow would forgive him.

Damian walked out of the room and took Marinette's spot as she walked into her room.

"Where did you get these ideas?" Damian demanded.

"Manga." they all answered.

Marinette walked out of her room in a new change of clothes. She kept her hair down, but was red crop top and black short. She had even traded in red heels for some white converse high tops.

"So?" Mari questioned.

"Manga." Damian answered.

Marinette facepalmed, "Swap mangas or something, but next time you want to give advice, make sure everyone has read it. Also, make sure you all agree with it."

Kagami pouted, "So, I don't need my blade, right now."

"No, Kagami." Mari responded.

"Fine." the fencer replied, sheathing it away.

"I'm sorry, Mari." Adrien spoke first.

"I'm sorry, Damian." Jon declared, " I was only trying to help."

"As was I." Kagami stated.

Mari smiled and grabbed Damian's hand, " Alright, well, now that that is over with; let's go."

"Where are you going?" Kagami questioned.

"We're gonna go on a pizza date." Marinette answered.

Damian spoke, "We are picking it up and then heading to my place to watch movies."

"It sounds boring." Huffs Adrien.

Mari stuck out her tongue at him and turned back to her boyfriend, "It sounds perfect."

The trio of friends pouted as all their hard work went to waste.

'Weirdos.'

As the couple walked out of Marinette's apartment, the three new friends began to go over what manga they had fixated on for the date and others they had read.

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[ronancexists]

Chaggie/Starmoth Week of Firsts

These will also be posted on my AO3 account which is the same as my Tumblr username, ronancexists :) Day 4: First Tears

Reading Charlie was as easy as reading a book. Even if someone didn’t know her or who she was, Charlie wore her heart on her sleeve and her facial expressions were always a dead giveaway as to how she was feeling.

At least, when she was around Vaggie. When she was around other people, however, her demeanor seemed to never change. Unless someone was looking for it, and Vaggie always was.

She liked to think she knew her girlfriend pretty well by this point. They’d been together for five months now, and Charlie was open about everything in her life.

Well, almost everything.

Vaggie had noticed it for a while now, but she didn’t bring it up because Charlie always waved off her concern, reassuring her that she was fine and that it was nothing she could handle.

But whenever Charlie’s parents were brought up, a number of things would happen.

First, she would begin blinking at a rapid pace, like she was trying to stem off tears.

Second, her smile would waver, only for a moment, before it became even brighter, and to Vaggie, it looked like she was forcing herself to stay smiling.

Third, her shoulders would become tense but she’d try to hide it by straightening herself up, regardless of if she was sitting or standing.

Finally, her nails would turn into claws and dig so hard into the meat of her palms that little bits of her blood would begin to bubble to the surface.

It didn’t matter if it was a mention of her mom, her dad, or a combination of the two. It elicited the same reaction from Charlie every single time, and whenever Vaggie tried asking her about it, Charlie continued to act as though she was fine, even though they both knew she wasn’t.

So Vaggie dropped the subject after a while, figuring that if Charlie wasn’t ready to discuss the topic with her, then there was no reason to push her to talk.

Until she had to.

Vaggie didn’t know what had happened, but Charlie came storming into their quarters, looking the most upset Vaggie had ever seen her. She’d stood up from the couch, Razzle and Dazzle watching from their seats curiously, and cautiously approached Charlie. “Charlie, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”

Charlie didn’t respond. She looked at Vaggie, a sob wrangling itself free from her throat before she fled the room, the grocery bags she’d had falling to the ground in her haste, the contents spilling all over the floor.

Not that Vaggie cared about that at the moment.

It took her a second to gather herself before she was racing after Charlie, the door to Charlie’s bedroom slamming shut seconds before she reached it. She tried the doorknob, jiggling it and cursing when she realized Charlie had locked the door. She never locked the door. Never. “Charlie, hun, can you please come unlock the door? You’re scaring me.”

Vaggie’s heart shattered at the quiet “No” that traveled through the door before her ears were filled with Charlie’s piercing wails as she cried. She placed her hand softly on the door, exhaling sharply, unable to do anything but listen as her partner sobbed and hid herself away.

Charlie had never done anything like this. Vaggie had seen her upset plenty of times, but that was always easily cured with some snuggles and a movie night with a shit ton of snacks. And she always wanted Vaggie there, claiming her presence always made her feel better.

But Charlie had never cried during those times. She’d been close a couple of times, because her girlfriend feels her own feelings and the feelings of those around her, but Vaggie had always managed to soothe her before any tears could fall.

This was the first time either of them had cried, and Vaggie couldn’t do a damn thing to help.

Because Charlie had locked her out.

Something she hadn’t ever done. Even if she was changing her clothes, she usually just went into her closet or bathroom to do so, allowing Vaggie free range of her room.

Vaggie turned when she felt something nudge her arm, giving Razzle a weak smile that felt like more of a grimace as he and Dazzle looked between her and the door with matching concerned expressions. “I know, I’m worried too,” Vaggie admitted, turning her back to the door and slumping against it, sliding down until she hit the floor. She wrapped her arms around her shins as she brought her knees up to her chest, resting her chin atop her folded up legs.

“Baa?” Razzle asked, nudging her again and gesturing to the door.

“Baa,” Dazzle answered, pointing to the doorknob.

“Baa. Baa baa,” Razzle bleated sadly, curling up next to Vaggie.

Dazzle flew down to Vaggie’s other side, the two of them surrounding her and offering her their comfort as best as they could while she offered them hers, all three of them wishing they could be helping the blonde who was locked away in her room.

~~~

Charlie had been having an excellent day so far. She’d woken up in her room, gotten ready for the day, had breakfast with her wonderfully amazing girlfriend, and headed out to town to get some grocery shopping done. Vaggie had offered to go with her, but Charlie had refused, saying she’d be back before Vaggie knew it and that she should just relax until she’d gotten back.

After all, Vaggie had done so much for her in terms of their relationship and with the hotel, the least she could do is get some groceries for the two of them.

So she set out to the grocery store a couple of blocks down from their home. She’d been her normal, bubbly self, greeting all of her citizens, all of their sneers and unpleasantness rolling right off her back like water rolls off a duck.

She’d entered the store, grabbed a cart from the front, and started browsing the isles. As she was looking at the different types of pasta noodles, an older looking couple approached her.

“Why, if it isn't Princess Charlotte!”

“Oh, umm, hello,” Charlie said, giving a little awkward wave. “It's nice to meet you. And I’m sorry, but I go by Charlie.”

“Oh, of course! I’m sorry, it’s just, we’ve been down here a long while, and we haven’t met any of the royal family yet. Tell me dear, how have your parents been?”

Charlie blinked a couple of times, her smile faltered before it tightened, her shoulders became stiff even as she unconsciously straightened herself up, and her nails swiftly transformed into claws that were digging uncomfortably into the heels of her palms. “Oh, they’ve been alright. My mom’s off on some important business, unfortunately, and my father and I have been missing her dearly.”

The woman’s smile sharpened, as if she could sense it was an uncomfortable subject. “Well, that’s such a shame. I couldn’t imagine ever abandoning a sweet thing such as yourself.”

Charlie sucked in a breath. “Oh, it’s nothing like that! She’ll be back in no time soon, you’ll see.”

“Mmhmm. And your father? Rumors have been going around, saying he’s been hiding in that big castle of yours since nobody’s seen him in years.”

“Well, it’s a good thing that they’re just that. Rumors.”

“Oh, no need to get defensive, honey! There’s bound to be speculation, especially when there are cracks within the royal family.”

“We’re all doing just fine. No cracks to be speculated about. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get back to shopping. Don’t want to keep my family waiting,” Charlie said in a sickly sweet tone.

“Of course, of course! We wouldn’t want to hold you up. Right, sweetheart?”

The man accompanying her merely grunted in acknowledgement.

“Well, we’d best be off dearie. Oh, and do tell your parents happy anniversary from us. Ta-ta!”

With a taunting wave and a jeering smile, the woman led the man away as quickly as they had arrived.

Charlie took a couple of deep breaths, the woman’s words about her parents' anniversary ringing over and over again in her mind. She hadn’t even noticed the date, but now, as she looked at her phone, she realized that yeah, it was her parents' anniversary. Her claws dug even further into her palms, making her wince when they pierced through the skin. With a quiet rumbling of her throat, she went back to shopping, though her mind remained on that interaction the entire time.

The people, her people, were suspicious.

About her mother’s absence from the realm.

About her father being locked away.

About her, the Princess of Hell, the next best thing they had to a ruler now that both of her parents had essentially given up on the Pentagram.

She absentmindedly paid for all of the groceries, and stacking all the bags up in her hands, she started the trek home.

Home.

Where her parents used to be together.

Where they ruled Hell from.

Where they used to be happy.

Where they were a family.

Where she’d grown up, entranced by her father’s stories and her mother’s beautiful voice.

They’d been the Morningstars.

The most feared family in not only the Pride Ring, but all the other Rings as well.

And now?

Now, they’d been shattered.

Her mother, who had vanished from the realm without any warning to Charlie or her father.

Her father, who had been so devastated by her leaving that he’d fallen into a fragile state.

They’d both left her to deal with Hell.

She hadn’t been prepared for any of this.

She didn’t know what she was doing.

She was trying, but she knew her people didn’t respect her.

Not the way they respected her parents.

Charlie walked through the door in a daze, all these thoughts spinning and making her feel like she was going to lose control of herself. And as soon as she saw Vaggie, as soon as she saw her trying to comfort her, the dam broke.

She sobbed, and she ran.

She shut the door, and she locked it.

She ignored Vaggie’s pleas to let her in, and she collapsed onto her bed.

Her family was torn apart, and there was nothing she could do to fix it.

All she wanted was her parents.

She wanted them to be together.

To soothe her like they did when she was a kid and she’d had a nightmare or hurt herself in some way.

Her father would hold her, bedazzle her with his magic, while her mother sang her back to sleep, stroking her hair, and both of them would kiss her forehead and everything would be alright.

She missed them.

She missed her parents.

She wanted her parents.

But she couldn’t have them.

Because they didn’t want her.

They didn’t need her.

Not anymore.

But she needed them.

And to top it all off, it was their fucking anniversary.

Charlie screamed into her pillow, horns peeking out of her hairline and tail swishing around violently as her entire body shook with her sobs. Memories of her childhood played in front of her, of when they used to be happy, of when she used to celebrate their anniversary, only made her sobs louder and harsher, sucking all the breath out of her, like something heavy was sitting on her chest and making it impossible to breathe.

She wished she could see Vaggie.

Oh, Vaggie.

Her girlfriend.

Who she had locked out of the room.

“Va—Vaggie,” Charlie gasped out through her sobs, clutching at her chest and neck as she became dizzy from the lack of air. “Vaggie! Vaggie! Vaggie, I’m sorry! I need you! Vaggie!”

~~~

Charlie’s desperate screaming of her name jolted Vaggie out of her thoughts. She sprung to her feet, pounding on the door as she kept tugging and pushing at the doorknob. “Charlie?! Is everything ok?! Charlie!”

Razzle and Dazzle looked at one another determinedly, and began ramming into the door. Vaggie stepped back, allowing them to do whatever was necessary in order for her to reach her girlfriend.

They finally managed to loosen the door, and with a helpful push from Vaggie, they’d managed to kick the door open, knocking it partially off its hinges.

Vaggie rushed over to Charlie, grabbing her hands into her own so Charlie couldn’t further hurt herself. She placed them on her sternum, instructing Charlie to breathe with her. She exaggerated the motions so Charlie could feel them, coaching her through it even as her girlfriend continued to cry.

Once Charlie had caught her breath, she launched herself at Vaggie, hanging onto her and sobbing into her neck. “‘m sorry, I didn’t mean to lock you out. ‘m sorry, ‘m so sorry.”

“Shh, Charlie, it’s alright. I’m here now, it’s ok,” Vaggie said, wrapping her arms around Charlie and holding her close, reassuring her and lightly stroking her head, which seemed to work wonders in calming Charlie down. Not all the way, but it greatly reduced the amount of tears escaping her girlfriend.

“Baa,” Dazzle said to Razzle, who nodded in agreement.

Content with the fact that Vaggie was with Charlie at the moment, they fled the room, going to pick up the groceries from the floor where Charlie had dropped them when she was running to her room.

Neither girl was sure about how much time had passed before Charlie’s sobs had been reduced to sniffles, but in that time, Razzle and Dazzle had picked up the groceries and put them away, grabbed some of Charlie’s favorite snacks, tissues, water bottles for the girls, and brought them on a tray to the bedroom, where they set it on the nightstand before settling down at the edge of Charlie’s bed, facing the two of them when they had.

Vaggie adjusted the two of them on the bed so she was in a more comfortable position, never ceasing her hold on Charlie, sensing that if she did, it would send the blonde into hysterics all over again. When she had finished fixing herself on the bed, Charlie curled herself into an even tighter bundle on her lap, head tucked neatly underneath Vaggie’s, her ear resting over Vaggie’s chest so she could hear her heartbeat so she could remind herself that Vaggie was there, and that she wasn’t going anywhere.

Vaggie wasn’t going to leave her.

She wasn’t going to never speak to her ever again.

She wouldn’t do that to Charlie.

But a tiny voice, whispering in her mind, gave her pause.

“Vaggie?”

“Yeah, hun?” Vaggie asked, noticing how hoarse Charlie sounded from all of the screaming and crying she’d done.

“You’re—you’re not gonna leave, are you?”

“No, of course not. I’ll be here however long you need me to be, sweetie.”

Charlie shook her head. “No, I don’t mean right now. I mean, you’re never going to leave me, right? Like, whatever happens, whatever I do wrong, you’ll still be here?”

Vaggie frowned. “Charlie, I promise you, no matter where the future takes us, I’m always going to be by your side. Nothing, and I mean nothing, you do is ever going to push me away. But, where’s this coming from?”

Charlie swallowed past the lump in her throat, toying with the cuff of her jacket. “It’s—well—umm—my parents. It’s their anniversary. Today. Which, ya know, would totally be something I’d be celebrating if Mom wasn’t nowhere to be found and Dad wasn’t hiding away in his quarters.”

“Ahh.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you, I dunno, want to talk about it?”

“No, not really.”

Charlie felt Vaggie take a deep breath, and braced herself for whatever her girlfriend was about to say.

“Look, Charlie, I know you don’t like to talk about it, because you always say you’re fine whenever someone brings them up, but I know you, and I know it bothers you. If you really don’t want to talk about it, I’ll drop it. But we promised to be honest about how we’re feeling with one another, remember?”

Charlie remained uncharacteristically silent, making Vaggie look down to ensure she hadn’t fallen asleep without realizing.

“When I was little, I used to love hearing my parents tell the story of how they fell in love. In fact, I used to love it so much, they made it into a book. Just for me.”

Vaggie watched in surprise as Razzle got up from his perch, searching through Charlie’s bookshelf until he found what he was looking for, carrying back a book titled The Story of Hell.

“Could I—would it be ok if I read it to you?”

Vaggie agreed, watching as Charlie cracked the book open, tilting her head so it was resting against Charlie’s as the blonde began to read, voice ringing loud and clear despite how strained it was.

“Once upon a time, there was a glowing city protected by golden gates, known as Heaven. It was ruled by beings of pure light. Angels that worshiped good and shielded all from evil. Lucifer was one of these angels. He was a dreamer with fantastical ideas for all of creation. But, he was seen as a troublemaker by the elders of Heaven. For they felt his way of thinking was dangerous to the order of their world. So, he watched as…”

As Charlie read the book, she couldn’t help but to steal glances up at Vaggie, who seemed to be as immersed in the story as her. She cracked a smile as she read, knowing just how powerful her parents' story was, and wished she could hear it for the first time all over again. She imagined she’d be just as in awe, just as enamored, as her girlfriend currently was.

“I didn’t know all of that,” Vaggie said once Charlie had finished reading and closed the book. “I mean, obviously everyone knows that Lucifer had Fallen after they offered Eve the apple, but I didn’t know about everything after that.”

“A lot of people don’t,” said Charlie, running her fingers reverently over the cover. “They used to read this to me every night while I was tucked into bed. Dad would tell the story, using his magic to embellish the tale, while Mom humbled him, taking over whenever he got too excited. He’d tell me about his creations, and whenever I asked him which one was his favorite, he’d always look me in the eye and say, ‘You are, my little duckling. And you always will be.’ Then Mom would sing me a lullaby, and they’d both kiss me goodnight, and I’d fall asleep, already awaiting the next night so we could do it all over again. As I got older, the routine changed, but they still always stopped by to say goodnight.”

“And you miss that?”

Charlie looked up at Vaggie as she blinked, trying to get rid of the wetness that was forming again. “I miss them. Mom still hasn’t returned any of my calls or replied to any of my messages, and Dad is such a recluse that even if I try sending him a text, he either doesn’t respond until days later or he doesn’t respond at all. And when he calls me, it’s only because he needs me to do something for him. He never wants to spend time with me anymore.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” Vaggie said, though she was unsure if that truly was the case. She’d never met the man, so she couldn’t form too much of an opinion on him. But if he kept neglecting Charlie to the point she was having full on breakdowns about it, then she might. “And from what you’ve told me, it seems like he’s upset that Lilith left. I mean, according to the story, they’ve been together since, like, the dawn of time. He’s probably just trying to figure out how to cope, and when he does, I’m sure he’ll come around.”

“I hope so,” Charlie sighed, snuggling closer to Vaggie. “How do you always know what to say?”

“Because I know you.”

“I’m sorry I locked you out.”

“I told you there’s no need to apologize for that.”

“But there is,” Charlie argued. “I scared you, you said so yourself.”

“Because I wasn’t sure of what was going on. I’d never seen you so upset before, and then you locked the door, which is something you never do, so I thought something had happened to you or maybe someone had said something to you.”

“...”

“Who was it? Las desgarraré con mis manos desnudas,” Vaggie growled, anger rising at the thought of someone daring to say something so upsetting to Charlie. [I will tear them apart with my bare hands]

“Vaggie, there’s no need. Really, I’m ok,” Charlie said, trying to placate her.

“If you’re sure.”

Charlie nodded rapidly. “Yes, I’m sure. I’m ok.”

Vaggie grumbled something under her breath, but didn’t mention anything else threatening, so Charlie took it as a win.

“Aaaaaanyway, I’m sorry for keeping you away. I just, I wasn’t ready for you to see that side of me.”

“Are you talking about your demon side or the crying side?”

“Both?” Charlie answered, shrugging her shoulders sheepishly. “I don’t really bring my demon form out much, especially around you, because when I’m in that demon form, I’m different from the Charlie you know.”

“But that’s a part of you, which means I’m going to adore that version of my girlfriend as much as I adore this version, yes?”

Charlie smiled bashfully at Vaggie. “You mean it?”

“I mean it,” Vaggie answered without skipping a beat. “I really care about you, Charlie, demon and all.”

“I care about you too,” Charlie whispered, pressing a light kiss to Vaggie’s exposed shoulder. “More than you know.”

Vaggie blushed at that, but made no attempt to stop Charlie, who was now merely laying her head on Vaggie’s chest, her heartbeat soothing Charlie as easily as her parents’ story did.

“Vaggie?”

“Sí, querida?”

“You know you’re my partner, right?”

“Yes.”

“And you know I’d never leave you? No matter what?”

“I know, Charlie,” Vaggie whispered.

“Good, ‘cause I don’t think I’d be able to survive if I lost you. You’re the most important thing in my life. I just, I need you to know that.”

“I know that, Charlie. I promise. And I need you to promise me something in return.”

“What’s that?”

“Promise me that you won’t blame yourself for whatever happened to your parents. Whatever happened between them has absolutely nothing to do with you, ok? You might be caught in the crosshairs, but it’s between the two of them, not you. It wasn’t your fault.”

Charlie sniffled, bottom lip wobbling as she looked at Vaggie through tear-filled eyes. “Ok, I promise.”

Vaggie nodded, hugging Charlie tight. “Good. I’d hate for you to blame yourself for something that had nothing to do with you, cariña.”

“I love when you speak sexy to me,” Charlie muttered.

Vaggie arched an eyebrow. “When I speak ‘sexy’ to you?”

“Mmm. Spanish equals sexy,” Charlie said simply, as if that was all there was to it.

“Whatever you say, princesa,” Vaggie chuckled, tucking a strand of Charlie’s hair behind her ear.

“Yup. Definitely sexy,” Charlie said, nodding to emphasize her point.

“Sounds like someone needs to get some rest,” said Vaggie, amusement dripping from every word.

“Noooooo,” Charlie whined. “Don’t want you to leave.”

“I thought we’ve already gone over this.”

“Yeah, but if I move, you’re gonna leave. So I’m not moving.”

Vaggie rolled her eye in a mix of exasperation and fondness. “So what, exactly, you’re going to fall asleep in your suit without any of your stuffed animals or any of your blankets?”

Charlie frowned as she contemplated the thought before a grin overcame her face. With a snap of her fingers, everything changed. She and Vaggie were no longer in their clothes, but in their cozy pajamas, while Charlie was still situated in Vaggie’s lap with multiple blankets piled on top of them. “I’m not tired yet. Can we watch a movie?”

“As long as it isn’t a musical,” Vaggie said, shrieking with laughter as Charlie’s fingers started dancing along her ribcage. She squirmed and ducked, trying to avoid Charlie’s deft fingers, but to no avail. “Alright, alright! We’ll watch one of your damn musicals.”

Charlie beamed smugly at Vaggie, picking the remote up from the nightstand and scrolling through the movies, giggling at Vaggie’s exaggerated groan at the pick.

“You’re lucky I like you,” Vaggie grumbled playfully, though her expression switched over to something a bit more bashful and adoring as Charlie looked at her.

“Yeah, I really am,” she said, echoing Vaggie’s response from their first date.

With that, the two of them settled in close, movie queuing up on the screen, Charlie slowly but surely returning to her joyous, enigmatic self as the musical progressed.

And with the crisis averted (for the time being), Vaggie was able to fully relax, all while silently promising Charlie that she would never have to be alone.

Because Vaggie?

Vaggie had no intention of leaving her princesa.

Not like her parents had left her.

Not now, not ever.

Thank you for reading! And here's the AO3 link :)

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[hobiebrownismygod]

Hey hun, I need some hobie comfort. Basically been in a terrible headspace liking planning my final letter type of mind. (not important) anyway I'm usually numb when it comes to these things, so based on something that happened a few weeks back. Miguel is in a bad mood and just lays it into y/n. And needless to say she bursts and full out sobs her heart out, knee dropping type pain from having it built up for weeks and hobie just comforting her. (if you're up to it lovie❤️ have a good day)

I'm so sorry that you're feeling this way :( I hope you can get into a better place soon!! I hope what I wrote helps <3

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The door shut behind you with a SLAM as you practically ran out of Miguel's office, leaving him behind to yell at the wall rather than you. He'd been in a "bad mood" this past week and it seemed as though he needed an outlet. That outlet ended up being the first person he could see, which, of course, ended up being you.

So you'd accidentally dropped one of his gadgets earlier. It didn't break or anything, so why was he so angry? Why did he-why did everyone have to take everything out on you?

You tried your hardest not to cry as you shoved your way into one of the many cramped closets littering HQ and closed the door behind you. You sat down, curling up against the wall of the dark, tight room as you panted, slowly letting the tears stream down your face.

Your sobs were just barely muffed by your knees as you cried, harder than you'd cried in a long time, making it seem as though by the time you were done, there'd be a large puddle of your own tears beneath you.

But then, the noise just barely hidden by your loud, raspy exhales, you heard three soft knocks. You quieted yourself, not even bothering to lift your head.

"Darling? You in here?"

Hobie.

You must've ran past him on your way here without even noticing. You stayed silent, hoping he'd just leave you alone. You didn't want him to see you like this.

"Come on dove, just let me in." He knocked again, refusing to take no for an answer as the handle of the door jiggled.

You simply curled yourself up even tighter. He wouldn't be able to get through the lock, would he? At least, he wouldn't try that hard...right?

But to your dismay, not even a brass lock would be able to stop Hobie Brown from coming in to comfort his girl.

The door swung open and he stood there, a shocked look on his face. When he saw you sitting there on the ground, all bundled up like a child, his expression softened and he frowned.

"Hey, you" he said gently, crouching down in front of you, long arms reaching out towards you to pull you into a hug. "What happened?"

You didn't look at him as he pulled you into his arms, kissing the top of your head with a bittersweet smile and rubbing your back. He stayed silent for another moment before sighing.

"You don't want to talk? Alright. That's okay. I'll just stay here with you, baby." He whispered, nuzzling his nose into your hair and holding you tight.

"he yelled at me." You sniffled quietly after a beat. Hobie's expression perked up when he heard your voice and he smiled softly into your hair. "He yelled at you?" He asked gently.

"Mhmm." you nodded, wiping at your wet, teary eyes before burying your face in his chest. He chuckled softly in response, pulling off his vest and wrapping it around you to hold you even closer, hands settling on your back. "That bastard." He muttered, lips grazing the top of your forehead. "You want me to go piss him off?"

"No." You sniffled again, shaking your head. "He'll just be more mad." You felt the tears welling up in your eyes again and hid your face in his neck, shivering slightly as you began to cry.

"Aww, dove..." He looked as though he might start crying himself as he snuggled you, kicking the door closed with his foot so that the two of you could be in total privacy. "What's going on with you? You don't usually get this worked up over him.

"I don't know." You sobbed, pulling back slightly. He immediately held you tighter, forcing your head back onto his neck. "No, no, it's okay, keep crying. It's okay."

You relaxed against him, letting the tears just fall out as you tried to calm yourself. "Shhh. You're doing good, baby, keeping crying. Let it all out." He cooed, pulling you into his lap and rocking you gently.

As you slowly began to calm down, he cupped your face in his hands, looking into your tear-stained face for the first time. "My poor peng" he cooed again, kissing your forehead and holding you against his chest.

"I'm just so tired of being yelled at, 'Bie." You whispered, closing your eyes again as you wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.

"I know, baby, I know" He said gently, laying back against the wall so he could prop you up against him. "Next time he yells at you, you come to me, right? I'll take care of him."

"Okay" you said, mustering up a smile for him as you wiped your wet face again. At seeing this, his expression immediately lit up and he kissed you, holding you close. "Cuz no one yells at my dove. No one." He said again, kissing all over your face, cleaning your face of your tears before nuzzling your neck. "Especially not that dictator wanker."

You giggled, closing your eyes and pulling his warm vest around yourself a little tighter as he held you, rocking you like a baby, back and forth, side to side, whispering in your ear about how much he loves you.

"I love youuu" He teased, "I love you my little doe"

"Doe? You mean dove?" You asked, looking up at him curiously. At this, he just laughed harder, holding your face in his hands. "You know, a doe, a baby deer. You look like a doe with those big, gorgeous eyes of yours"

You shook your head, laughing as he kissed your nose, just barely pressing his lips against the tip before hugging you again.

"My lovely little doe. I'm not gonna let anyone yell at you again, alright?"

"I love you, 'Bie."

He grinned a shit-eating grin, knowing that he'd finally succeeded at cheering you up. "I love you too, darling. More than you'd ever know."

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[kimhargreeves]

Always Back-William Afton x Reader

Summary: You are looking for another job after struggling financially. You find a help wanted sign to a once famous pizzeria. You set up a meeting with the manager of the place who seems to know you somehow.

(A/N: lately I've been too damn excited for the Fnaf movie and wanted to write something on Matthew Lillard's William Afton character. So be warned on some topics written here. I'll also be writing on Josh Hutchinson's' character of Mike.)

12:00 am

The loud sound of an alarm clock could be heard throughout the house. It's Midnight. My eyes were adjusted from being in the dark room, I remained silent, scared, could feel my heart beating faster every passing minute. Chills ran down my spine when the clock sounded for one last time…

Quietly I stepped out of my bed while holding onto my favorite stuffed plushie, passing through the closet just a few inches away from the front of my bed, immediately I stopped trying to listen for anything, trying to ignore the quiet ticking of the clock above my head.

Slowly I began to make my way over to the door and stopped once more. I hear something, maybe down the hall?

I pressed my ear against it, listening closely. After a couple of seconds I heard something loud. Curiosity got the best of me, quietly I opened the door and tried to see if I could spot anything through the dark hall.

Wait… Something's coming…

I jumped back and pull the door with me as I locked it and pressed my ear against the door again.

I could hear someone coming closer, until it stopped. I began to pant and felt my heart beating faster when I heard a scream coming from down the hall, the cries of a woman, my mother..and the shouting of a man.

Too scared to look again I slowly began to walk backwards while my eyes remained on the door when I could hear footsteps coming down the hall once more.

I jumped but made no sound when the door knob began to move, but it wouldn't open. I looked between my bed and the white closet closest to me. Sliding it open I hid myself inside and quietly closed it back, it was dark making it almost impossible to see now.

Carefully I made my way past a few boxes and draped a blanket over it and myself. I hugged my legs together and held onto my stuffed Foxy plush. I closed my eyes as I began to shake and I cowered myself closer to the corner when I heard the door to my room being unlocked.

The sound of my alarm clock began to blare and without looking at it, I grabbed it and slammed it against the floor making it shatter but the sound wouldn't stop. I groaned as I opened my eyes again and had to turn the thing off.

Once I did, I sat down in bed and began to push my hair away from my face and tried to calm my breathing. It's that same nightmare again.

I got out of my bed and went to get myself ready for the day, making sure to have my shower cold today.

I tied my hair with a few strands falling down my face and got into my car to head to my work for the day.

*"

"Excuse me, where's the horror section?" A woman came over to ask me when she saw me organizing a few dvds and shelves. I pointed out the section and glanced to see the lady looking at a few movies.

Working at a movie store doesn't earn much, but it's the only job I could find. Besides, it was the only job where I could be accepted as well, I used to dye my hair regularly but decided against it since some working places weren't fond of it, the into thing I had were a few ear piercings and one on my eyebrow.

Other than that, I get the boring jobs and have been struggling financially for a while now along with a friend, well, I consider the person a friend since he sometimes comes around with his little sister.

I believe I've heard his name is Mike and the little girl is Abigail.

I wonder if it's just the two of them living together. It must be nice to have a sibling or a family member to look after.

My thoughts were interrupted when the same lady from earlier came over to rent a movie. Who even rents movies anymore? People might ask and I do at certain times, but I do miss a few things I got to experience in my childhood..like…

I turned my head and saw a flier taped against the shops window. I looked around and saw there were no customers, it wasn't here early when I came in. I walked up the window read what was displayed on it

"Help Wanted. Security guard to work at Freddy's Pizzeria. No background check needed. For more information call this number…"

I furrowed my eyebrows looking at the paper, I grabbed it off from the window and took it back with me inside.

Freddy's Pizzeria. Now that's a name I haven't heard in over ten years.

Would it hurt to take another side job. Being a security guard isn't that hard after all, just losing a few hours of sleep and being alone for the night. I grabbed the work phone and began to dial the number on the paper sheet.

While the phone continued to ring I had my eyes on the pizzerias mascots, until finally the phone was picked up

"Hello? I'm calling about the night security guard. I'd like to apply for the job."

Right after my shift ended from work I immediately drove up to the pizzeria. It was almost in the middle of nowhere, the family friendly restaurant wad almost abandoned now.

I stepped out of my car and saw the pizzerias sign wasn't even over the restaurant anymore, but on the floor almost in ruin.

"Wow..this place became a shit hole." I mutter under my breathe and placed my keys inside my pockets.

Slowly I began to take steps closer to the building and saw how chipped the walls seemed and I remembered this place being so bright and full of life.

"Hello?" I knocked on the door and waited a couple of minutes but no one responded. I sighed loudly and began to pull onto the door until it opened and I stepped inside.

"Let's all sing happy birthday to the special birthday girl!"

Confetti rainbow colored filled the room with tons of party hats, balloons and presents. All the kids cheered including myself when the animatronics appeared onstage.

Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie. Including Foxy who was on pirate cove.

Everyone in my class was invited to my party, not that I was close to any of them. All of them were too young to understand the bruises on my face or arms so they made fun of me for that.

"So (Y/N), are you liking the day so far?" My mother asked.

I looked up at her and ignored her bruised eye, I nodded my head. "I am."

Of course I was, but I wondered how she got the money to save up and be able to do this birthday for me, since every few times I've come here, the pizzeria doesn't have an open slot for a birthday to be done in here.

I had been playing by myself and with a few kids late on, by the time I returned to my seat I found a single present with my name on it. My mother said that it wasn't from her.

Looking back to my left I remembered the memories of my birthday and the exact spot I was seated. All my mother ever told me was that my birthday here was already paid, it was probably paid by each parent in my class.

Next I stared at the stage in front of me. It was covered by a curtain and I really wanted to see what was on the other side.

I began to slowly step forward until I heard footsteps behind me and I screamed and held onto my chest and saw a man in front of me. He quickly stepped back and held his hands ups.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you." The man laughed.

He was older than me that's for sure. Maybe early 50's, he seemed attractive for his age. Though the Dahmer glasses weren't something I was expecting.

"Are you (Y/N) (L/N)?" he asked fixing his glasses and stand up straight.

"Yes! Sorry, yes I am. And you're?"

"Steve Raglan. I'm the manager at Freddy's Pizzeria. Please let's step into my office do I can further explain things to you."

I did as told and began to follow the man. We made it to his office and I could see his name written on the desk as well when he went to sit on the other side.

We each took our seats and I saw him take out a notebook and began to write on it. "Alright, (Y/N). Tell me a bit about yourself, why do you want the job?"

"I thought the paper said there was no need of a background check." I joked and saw that he wasn't smiling.

"I'm aware of that but I'm just making sure that you'll be perfect for the job without any sort of problems. We can't let any stranger in here, what if I were to hire a murderer?" Steve chuckled once and tapped his pen again.

"Right..umm. I'm just interested in the money if I'm honest. Are you planning on reopening the restaurant soon?"

Steve seemed to think about it for a few seconds. "Of course. I would love to see the place filled with joy again and the laughter of children most of all."

"You are right. Thinking hard about it, it would be nice for a new generation of kids to experience Freddy's Pizzeria."

This seemed to interest Steve. "You would come here often?"

"Not that much, only whenever a classmate of mine would decide to spend their birthday here. I really enjoyed it here and seeing the animatronics. Foxy was my favorite." I tell him.

He hums and continues to take notes. "You do seem like a Foxy fanatic to me." He jokes and I smirk back.

"What would yours be? Freddy?

Steve shakes his head a bit. "Something like that. Let's say it's a rabbit…" He says smiling a bit. He places the pen down and folds his hands together now looking back at me.

"I think I've seen you at the mall. You work at a movie store, correct?"

"So now you're a stalker." I question feeling just a bit weirded out by it.

"I'm a busy man to be doing such things. I've just visited the place once and if I'm not mistaken, you look like one of the girls working there."

I nod my head once and crossed my arms over my chest. "I'm not quite hard to miss either. Yes I do work there. If I'm able to get this second job, I'll surely move into a nicer place."

He raised an eyebrow. "Second one? Don't your parents help you out?"

"My mom only cares to contact with me if I have money to help her out. And about my dad, well I never met the man. I did have a stepdad but he's not important." I simply tell him not to say anymore or remember the past.

Steve Raglan looked at his wrist watch and then back at me. "Miss (Y/N). I can't say you're hired right away since there's another person who contacted me right when you came in. Let's make this fun. You and this other person will stay for the night and we'll see which one can handle it."

"Which one can survive the night." He smiled.

"I'm willing to work extra hours if it means that I'll have the job." I said standing up and he did the same.

He held his hand out for a handshake. "Then I'm looking forward to see who wins. Now, follow me I'll be handing out your uniform."

I smiled at Steve and began to follow him over to the storage area. I sniffed the air and it wasn't a quite pleasant smell, but I decided not to comment on it. It was kinda dark but I could see a Bonnie head on the far corner and a few other items.

"I want you here at 12 o'clock sharp. No delays." Steve said handing me my uniform and a few more things.

Looking up at the man I nodded my head again and smiled. "Of course, Sir." I tell him and could've sworn I saw his expression change a bit.

"Great. I hope you and your partner will get along. I look forward to seeing your progress." Steve said guiding back to the main entrance. With a quick goodbye, Steve closed the doors behind him leaving me alone outside.

I started going back into my car and looked at Freddy's Pizzeria. My new job. Let's see what's do complicated about this job.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #blumhouse #five nights at freddy's x reader #matthew lillard #william afton #fnaf movie #steve raglan #springtrap

[sideeve]

NO SLEEP | with ETHAN WINTERS

— after the baker incident , he couldn’t get enough of you.

— resident evil 7 plot , zoe dies (my pookie bear😢) , mia dies (fuck you bitch !!) , since i finally finished the game after years of playing it , rotting daddy needs some luv , possessive!ethan

you lost track of time. your paranoia grew worse and worse by the day. the once nice family you knew and were fond of are now inhumane and devilish.

you hid in closet, secret tunnels, under beds. anywhere that can keep you alive for a short period of time.

then you were met with an unfamiliar face. “put your gun down, now! or i will shoot.” the nozzle of your pistol pressed against the person’s head. “don’t shoot, i’m not a threat.” his hands for up in the air, slowing turning to meet you. “see? i’m not going to hurt you.”

once he saw you, he took note of them cuts and bruises on your skin, “jesus, are you okay?” “look where we are. do we seem okay?” you seethe.

“sorry. look, my name is ethan. ethan winters. i was trying to find my wife but i just need to get out of here.” he was beginning to get tired of his wife going berserk on him at random times. but thank god he found another face. hopefully a trusting one.

“you have any ideas?” he shakes his head. “but we need to stick together. if we’re gonna make it out alive, we need to have each other’s backs. okay?”

“have you met zoe yet?” he breaks the silence between you two. “yeah, i have. we were friends before this happened.” that gives him some relief. at least you knew about the family. “where they nice before this? the bakers, i mean.” you sigh, “they were a family you wanted. the kindest. especially jack.”

“well, she promised me a cure to get us out of here.” he reassures you. “then i can meet mia.” you return the smile. but his falls.

why did he feel anger when hearing her name?

as the both of you explored the house more, killing mold creatures, he grew protective over you. he knew you could handle your own but if you got hurt, he blamed it on himself.

“ethan…it’s not your fault.” you huff out, sitting on the floor, catching your breath. “i should’ve seen it coming. i-” “enough!” you cut him off. you seethe in pain, “it’s not your fault.” you stand up. “let get out of here.”

his protectiveness turned into possessiveness. when lucas somehow took you, mia, and zoe. he only came for you.

“[name]! are you okay?” he ignores mia’s cries for him. he pulls out his knife, beginning to cut the rope from your wrists but you stop him. “ethan, your wife.” you move your bound wrists, throwing them her way, “help her.”

he shakes his head, continuing to cut you free. “what the fuck, ethan?!” mia cries.

once zoe was able to make a cure as she promised, he had used one on jack.

“i had to use one.” his hands shake. only one serum left. “i’m not even infected so i’m out of the—” you start but a sharp pain in your wrist cuts you off. both zoe and mia gasp. “ethan…what did you do?” you softly cry.

“you could’ve saved either one of them. zoe at least. she my best friend!” you seethe, pushing him backwards. “i did what i had to.” he catches your wrists, pulling you closer to him, “i told you we were going to get out of here together.”

he only wanted you two to survive.

it was too late to realize. he had already used it on you. “let’s go.” he pulls you by the wrist, pulling you to the boat.

you had survived. you were still shaken but you survived.

a light blanket was wrapped around you, giving you comfort. ethan sits next you, legs touching. “we did it.” he smiles. “yeah…we did.” you were distraught that you had left your closest friends to die.

“zoe…”

“survival of the fittest, [ name ]. it was bound to happen.”

#ethan winters x reader #ethan winters #resident evil #resident evil imagines #resident evil x reader #re x reader

[luv4-liv]

❝Take the stress out of you.❞

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: SMUT. +18. First time. Unprotected sex. Obscenity. He angry. Spanking. Marks on the neck.

Summary: Lola and Remus had an arranged marriage, although he was in love with her. Eventually, she also falls in love and decides to prove her love.

The plot of this One Shot is totally mine and my imagination.

You can find it in Spanish on my wattpad account (piscessbabyy)

Remember that English is not my language so it may contain several errors, please be patient with me

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Time had passed, both were closer. Things had improved financially, and they were comfortable, both of them.

Lola had given it a lot of thought, but finally made up her mind. They had been married for months, it wasn't a bad thing.

She saw the time and after taking a shower, she hurried over there.

After passing by that store, and somewhat embarrassed, ordering what she needed, she hurried home, before her husband arrived.

She had bought red lace underwear. It wasn't something very 'WOW' but she had seen Remus slyly looking at those garments, every time they passed by the store.

And a few days ago, Lola had worn a red blouse, for nothing special, and he was quick to tell her that the color suited her very well.

He liked seeing that color on her.

And from there, the lacy red underwear.

As soon as she entered her house, she ran into the bedroom taking the garments out, changed and put her normal clothes back on.

She felt the sound of the door and quickly hid the bag in the closet.

She left the room as normal as possible, due to her nerves, and went to the living room, running into Lupin.

"Remus?" he looked at her.

"Hello," he said dryly.

He left his coat on the couch and headed for the bedroom, followed by his wife.

As they entered, he sat on the bed, running his hands over his face and then his hair in frustration.

"Are you okay?" she dared to speak again.

"Yes.." he replied more calmly, realizing he had answered somewhat curtly earlier.

"What do you want to eat..?"

"I don't want dinner today, honey. Thank you.."

"Did something happen?" she said, still standing by the door, watching him.

He denied, but then thought about it some more.

"It's just that I had an argument with a co-worker at work, and I got really mad at his attitude." he spoke still with his hands on his head, looking at the floor.

Then she saw the opportunity.

"I think I know a way to take your stress away.." she caught his attention, causing him to now look at her.

Lola, her hands a little shaky for whatever her reaction would be, began to pull her blouse off, exposing her lacy bra.

Remus dropped his gaze from her eyes, to lower his gaze to that garment.

She half-opened her lips, but then denied.

"I'm kind of angry, cutie, I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm at your beck and call, Remus, anything that comes from you will make me feel good."

And that was enough for him to get up and slam her against the wall.

He moved his wife's hair to one side, to start kissing her neck.

The girl's moans were getting on his nerves, and he was sure he couldn't take much more.

He gave a little tap on the back of her thighs, to which Lola understood, he lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

He walked to the bed, leaving her on it, and climbing on top of Lola, without crushing her.

"I love the way that color looks on you."

"I know." she gasped.

He quickly unclasped her bra and went straight to kissing her breasts.

He left a big mark, and smiled.

Lola bit her lip to hold back her little cries, which her husband noticed.

With one hand, Lupin squeezed his girl's neck, without hurting her.

"I want to hear you, don't be quiet."

He continued his task on her breasts, and when both were erect, Remus roughly pulled down his wife's skirt.

Next, unable to wait any longer, he ripped the panties off.

"Hey, they were expensive."

"I can buy you a lot more, if when I get home from work, you'll greet me like this more often." he spoke before kissing her

She gasped in between the kiss, as she felt Remus run a finger across her womanhood, feeling her wetness.

And her moans became even more intense, as Remus began to make circles on her clit.

He was being a little rough, and it was driving her crazy.

Lupin moved his hand away, and Lola was about to moan, until she heard the sound of a zipper, and then Remus's pants drop.

Seconds later, she felt Remus' member, brushing against her womanhood. She moaned at the surprise and closed her eyes, enjoying the contact.

He moved his member up and down, from her clit to her entrance, spreading her wetness.

Remus smiled at the image of his girl enjoying his touch. He never thought he could have her like this, willing to him in such a way.

Lola began to moan unconsciously, the touch was no longer enough for her, and really, not enough for him either.

Without warning, he entered her all at once. Lola moaned loudly and grabbed her husband by the shoulders.

He didn't wait and began to move at a pleasurable speed for both of them.

After a few minutes, he had had enough, he needed to vent his anger.

He grabbed her by the hips and began to penetrate her roughly, causing the moans to get louder.

They were both aware that tomorrow they were going to get complaints from the neighbors if they passed them.

They had no idea how long they had been like this, but in a moment, Remus found the girl's weakest point.

He smiled at that and began to strike deeper into that spot.

When she dug her nails into his shoulders, he responded with a hard spank, she was sure she would get a mark, and it didn't bother him at all.

Their onslaught was beginning to become unbridled, both were about to release the knot of pleasure they were holding back.

Soon after, they reached their orgasm together, but Remus's thrusts would not stop.

That tortured her from the overflow of pleasure, due to her sensitivity from her recent orgasm.

She moaned and to him it was the best thing he had ever heard in his life.

Remus was slowing down. He left one last mark on Lola's neck, and seconds later, he pulled out of her.

They were both lying on the bed, somewhat shaken and tired.

Remus wrapped his arms around his wife's waist, noting all the hickeys he had left.

"We should do this more often.."

"Anytime you want, love." he replied, running his fingers over each of the marks.

They were so amused with each other, they didn't even notice the missing condom, until the other day.

But well, that's another story....

#harry potter #marauders #marauders era #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin smut #one shot #moony #young remus lupin

[diaryofaprettyprincess]

what if Steve is a way softer daddy than Eddie and literally wants to die when his baby cries after two spanks

p.s. im obsessed w ur writing

(i made this dark(er) hehe) also i didn't check for errors 'm so sorry 'm feelin lazy today :((

CW: spankings, daddy!eddie, daddy!steve, darker!daddy!eddie, little!reader, aftercare, some cursing

okay but imagine you try to get your Gameboy after eddie hid it on the top shelf of his closet, knowing you can't reach it.

he took it away because you won't focus on your homework if you have it with you.

but you're a big girl! you can do whatever you want!

so, knowing that steve and eddie are out doing their jobs, you take a chair and try reaching the gameboy. however, it is so far back that you have to jump up on your tippy-toes, tongue poking out as you figure out a way to grab it. you grunt frustratedly, not hearing the front door open and close, the men walking to eddie's room.

"princess, we're hom--" eddie's words are cut short as you yelp from the door swinging open, falling on to your butt with a huff as you quickly whimper out a:

"d-dAddy!"

"what the fuck were you doing?" he asks sternly, and you already feel your eyes brimming with tears, face and body flushed and warm.

"eddie--" steve tries to reason, going soft at the sight of your bottom lip trembling as you fidget with the hem of your skirt.

"no," eddie speaks, interrupting him; his eyes still set on you. "i told you to listen to me, y/n, 'don't go on the Gameboy until I get home' is what i said, and you still didn't obey."

you cried softly, tears dripping onto the floor. "'m s-sorry, daddy! jus' was bored without you guys.."

steve felt his heart flutter with sympathy and pity, but eddie was having none of it.

"on the bed." his eyes burned into you as you cried harder, sitting on your haunches on eddie's bed. "stop crying, y/n. i swear to God."

you hiccuped over sobs, feeling him manhandle you onto his lap, pulling your panties down and flipping your skirt up as you sobbed harder in embarrassment.

"be still," he spoke, and steve sat down on the floor so you could see him, a soft look in his eyes as you made grabby-hands for him.

"don' wanna!" you mewled as eddie grabbed the meat of your ass harshly, warming up the soon-to-be-burning skin. "don' wanna.." you whimpered as steve looked at you gently.

"shh, baby, 's okay," steve brushed some hair out of your face gently before looking up at eddie. "eddie, she's sorry.." steve pouted slightly, begging eddie with his eyes but the metal-head just rolled his.

eddie only laid down the first hard slap on your bottom, making you jolt before he held you down on his lap firmly. "she's not truly sorry..she's only sorry she got caught. isn't that right, baby?" he mockingly cooed before bringing his hand up and spanking you harder this time.

steve felt his heart ache in his chest to see his baby in pain, but he knew eddie was stubborn and wouldn't listen to him. he almost never did.

each time he spanked you, his palm seemed to bring more redness and sting to your bottom; his rings making it all the more worse.

Steve puts his hand on your lower back, rubbing small circles on it as each spank makes you cry harder, choking on your tears.

with harrington's other hand, he's holding your jaw, kissing your forehead whenever you let out a loud sob.

"da--da--i--" you can barely let out a full word from your mouth as eddie's palm finds its home on your left ass cheek, whimpers flying from your mouth as steve looks at you with a tender haze glimmering in his eyes.

"eds, she can barely say anything..how many more are you gonna put the poor thing through?" you pout your lips, and steve leans forward to plant a tiny kiss on them.

"she's fine, steve. maybe a little pathetic, but fine. i'm only giving her three more." eddie rubs his hand over the palm-mark fading on your body.

you cry at his harsh words but steve only speaks softly to you, "sucha good girl for me, princess--for us," he wipes some drool from the corner of your lips. "yeah, doin' so well. did you hear that? just three more."

you nod, feeling fuzzy as eddie lands the last three spanks on your ass, your crying turned into soft sniffles and silent tears.

steve kisses the back of your hand that is interlocked with his, shushing you as you begin to weep again, slumping off of eddie's lap and crawling into steve's as you bury your face in his chest, his arms wrapping around you as he rocks you both back and forth.

however, as much as you love the soft scent and touch of steve, you feel this strong urge to be in eddie's arms. sitting on your burning bum, you look up at eddie as he squats down in front of you, brushing away your tears and kissing your cheeks and the tip of your nose as he whispers small, "i love you"'s.

"wan' daddy, please," you whine, grabbing at eddie's leather jacket as he laughs softly, bringing you in his arms as you feel steve's left hand leave your back one eddie lifts you up, kissing the side of your head and running his fingers through your hair as steve gets the lotion from the other room.

"a-all done?" you squirm when eddie's arm brushes over your irritated skin as he sits down on the bed, your legs straddling his hips.

"yeah, sweetheart," his voice is gentle and kind now. "all done."

"daddy," you babble, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, staring at him with half-lidded eyes as he gently kisses your lips, face, neck. you sniffle, playing with the ends of his hair in between your pointer and thumb as he cups your face before letting you switch positions in his lap, cuddled up close to his chest as you fidget with his rings, sticking his fingers into your mouth as you hum, breathing softly. he whispers a, "good girl" in your ear before steve enters the room, lotion in hand.

weirdly, the material of eddie's jeans under you creates a sort of comforting sensation on your bruised buttocks, so, you rub down on him, drooling on his fingers as your ass rubs against his pants, his other hand in place to make sure you don't fall.

your feet or swinging on either side of eddie's leg as you scoot slightly, humming as steve chuckles, furrowing his eyebrows.

"what's she doing?" he asks eddie, who just shakes his head confused, but smiling amusedly as small, tiny, mewls vibrate your throat as you close your eyes, rocking back and forth on him.

it's not inherently sexual at all, it just feels oddly good against your butt.

that is until eddie picks you up from his lap, lying you face down on the bed as you whine, an even louder whine leaving you as you feel the cool lotion tingle your skin as eddie rubs it into you gently.

you tremble slightly.

"shh, 's okay, baby, jus' relax for me.." eddie murmurs, gentle with his hand on your skin.

steve moves up the bed to let your head rest in his lap, letting you take now his fingers in your mouth as you fiddle with his watch.

eddie peppers a small kiss on your skin before putting your skirt back down, kissing up your back.

"did so good for us, princess, so good.." he cooes, and steve just whispers sweet-nothings to you as you get lulled to sleep with eddie's fingers massaging your lower back, steve's fingers massaging your tongue.

for the rest of the night your going from eddie's arms to steve's arms as they shower you in kisses and praise, bouncing you gently in their arms as you drink some cold juice they give you.

#daddy!steve harrington #daddy!eddie munson #dark!daddy!eddie munson #dark!daddy!steveharrington #steve harrington x reader #mail 💌 #eddie munson #steve harrington #little!reader #dark!eddie munson x reader #daddy!eddie munson x little!reader #daddy!steve harrington x little!reader

[bitchinbarzal]

Nico and Mama in their co-parenting era have the quickest and hottest sex of their fucking lives

Quickies in that time were so hot!

Nico brought iris back to mama’s to get her dance shoes she forgot and as soon as iris is up stairs mama pulls Nico into the wash room for a quick one.

“She’s gonna come back-“ nico mumbles between kisses as she unbuttons his jeans

“When you text me I hid them in the back of the closet she’ll be at least five minutes” she mumbles, pulling his cock out of his jeans and wrapping her lips around him gaining a groan from nico who’s hand grips her hair.

“Fuck” he mumbles, pulling her up to her feet and smirking “Didn’t know you needed me to badly you naughty girl”

She just whines in return so nico spins her around and shoves her down to the worktop, pushing her sundress up and slamming himself into her.

Her moans and cries are drowned out by the dryer on its cycle.

“Neeks, harder” she cries, her hand reaching back to grab his arm “Harder, harder”

He moans at her begging whine “Fuck you can’t say things like that baby”

“Nico c’mon make me cum baby! Make me-“ she’s cut off when he drives his hips forward harder, hitting her soft spot and rendering her speechless

Nico smirks “hard enough for you baby?”

He lets go of her hair and travels down the front of her body to her clit, rubbing circles in the bundle of nerves.

“Nico, Ni I’m gonna-“

“Daddy I found them!” Iris yells out and nico panics and attempts to pull out when Mama grabs him

“Nico I swear to god you better make me-“ he once again drives into her harder than before and that took her over the edge “-cum”

They quickly pull apart and adjust themselves for their daughter coming down the stairs “Daddy I’m ready to go!”

Nico smiles, adjusting his hair as he heads out “Hey daddy?”

“Yeah squish?”

“Your buttons are undone” she comments as she skips out to the car.

Nico’s eyes widen and you try not to laugh “Have fun!”

#nico and mama #sunday sins with lulu

[stevesbipanic]

25. Angst that ends in fluff #Bhits5k

25. Adopting a Pet

Steve had always wanted a pet. Every birthday, every Christmas he'd ask his parents for one. He didn't care what kind, big or small. There was always an excuse.

"A dog would rip up the cushions and dig up the yard, Steven."

"A cat would shed everywhere and rip the curtains, Steven."

"A fish isn't very manly, Steven."

"A snake is too dangerous, Steven."

"You'll get bored of a hamster, Steven."

Steve still desperately wanted a companion, something to keep him company while his parents were away, something to care for, something to love.

He once found a tiny kitten out by the playground. He took it home and hid it in his room, sneaking her scraps until his parents left town again. The kitten would sleep on his chest at night keeping him warm and soothing him with its purrs. Steve would've kept that kitten hidden in his room forever, but a week later he found a missing poster for it. The little boy to who he returned it almost cried when Steve showed up at the house with the bundle of fluff. Steve resigned himself to a petless life after that, on his next birthday he just asked for a baseball.

Eddie had always wanted a pet but never dared asked for one. Growing up he knew his dad was dangerous, he didn't want a little animal getting in the way of that anger. Eddie's father would throw cans at the strays around the trailer park and come home and hurt Eddie if he had a bad day, which was always.

Eddie would still sneak the strays some of what little dinner he had. Out his bedroom window, he'd feed a couple dogs and an old cat the rest of his microwave dinner. He cried when the old cat stopped coming by.

When he moved in with Wayne he still didn't ask for a pet, he understood a pet was another mouth to feed and he didn't want to be a further burden on his uncle despite the man claiming otherwise. He still fed the new trailer park strays, and he put out water for them in the summer, making sure it didn't freeze over in the winter.

Now he was older, he and Steve were freshly moved into their new apartment downtown. The apartment was small and poorly lit but it was the first place Steve could truly call his home. Eddie came home one day from work when he heard it. He poked his head into their bedroom, Steve standing in front of the closet a guilty look on his face.

"Steve, what's in the closet?"

"Well, certainly not me anymore."

"Hardy har, I'm serious what're ya hiding in there?"

Steve sighs before turning and grabbing something from inside. When he turns back around Eddie sees the tiny ball of fur in his boyfriend's hands.

"She was crying by the trashcan and she was just so small and I couldn't just leave her there, but I know I should've just taken her to the shelter, she's another mouth to feed and her fur will get everywhere and-"

Eddie cuts off Steve's rambling by wrapping his arms around his shoulders, "Hey, hey sweetheart, it's ok, I'm not mad, why would I be mad about my boyfriend rescuing this little cutie?"

Steve looks like he might cry again, "Because my parents would've been." Eddie holds him closer, being mindful of the little kitten. "Well, you know I know Dick has always been a dick, how about we head to the vet's to get the little one all checked out and then head to the pet store to spoil her with the paycheck I just got."

Steve smiles and that night when he falls asleep once again with a little ball of fluff on his chest and Eddie cuddled beside him his chest feels a little lighter.

Prompt List

I'm just realising my dumbass has two 25's and you probs meant the Break Up/Make Up one lol. Send the prompt again if you want that sorry, I'll fix the list now.

#only did a little angst #classic steddie has bad parents angst #Bhits5k #stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #ficlet #steddie #fluff #light angst #adopting a pet

[crowhyun]

MY PET BLOODSUCKER

vampire!soobin x witch!reader

— One of the most dangerous beings to society was a new vampire. Filled with an uncontrollable lust for blood and a new strength that rivaled that of 100 men, they were the average human’s nightmare. But not for you. What was meant to be a normal summer ended up with you having to care for a new vampire that just couldn’t keep his teeth to himself.

genre: smut, fluff, very minor angst, some crack

warnings: blood, blood sucking, soobin cries during sex lmao, piv sex, unprotected sex, soobin is very rough, overstimulation, kind of enemies to lovers, wall sex, kitchen sex, soobin and (Y/N) aren’t rlly in their right minds when they fuck but it’s okay in the end, severe bloodlust (lord), soobin is a real cutie pie

words: 9.8k (not edited)

Your house was an old one. It settled into the grass on the plot of an old neighborhood full of people who were aged and their nosy cats. The house once belonged to your grandmother before she passed, leaving it in your name. You had been living in it for two years, now, and you were sure that you had unlocked every quirky little mystery this house hid. Secret rooms, locked doors, an attic full of Knick-knacks and pictures from over the years. You had eventually began to grow a connection to the house despite how creepy it may have seemed, especially at night. You'd ignore when the floor boards would creak and when the wind would sound too human-like. It was something you had to get used to, which was what you quickly learned.

    The first day of your summer break had started, yet the house still groaned every night as if it were stuck in the middle of a brittle winter. It was like the house was alive and you knew it very well. You felt safe hidden in its walls and when you laid underneath its roof. Despite your family's history of witches and wizards, you kept your magic away from this house. Although it had magic riddled deep in its bones, you felt that maybe it needed a break. Maybe the creaking of the house was it finally being able to rest.

    That's why it was such an anomaly when you woke up to the silence of the house. It was in the middle of the night, a time where you'd never suddenly wake up at. You didn't hear the voices of the wood or the creak of the foundation, and the darkness that seeped into the crack of your door was too silent for comfort. Something wasn't right. It was as if the house was alarming you of its discomfort.

    You had the right mind to ignore whatever it was and to just go back to sleep, but the chill down your spine told you not to. You had to at least check and see if everything was alright. A burglar could've found their way into your house, in which ignoring it could be dangerous. Despite not wanting to use your magic, you felt a spark down your dominant arm, ready to end a poor souls life. But...that would cause much suspicion in the neighborhood. You needed something...human.

    You slipped out of bed, your feet light on the wooded floors as you made your way to your closet, opening the doors and grabbing a bat that rested in the corner. With the bat held tightly in your hand, your wrapped your fingers around the edge of your bedroom door, slowly opening it to reveal more of the dark hallway. Although it didn't help, your held your eyes wide open as if to see through the darkness.

    The house was still as silent as ever, and you gulped as you slowly made your way downstairs. So far, it didn't seem like anyone was inside of your house, but you remained careful.

    Just as you had gotten to the last step, you heard a soft, but noticeable, creak of the wood floors. You froze, knowing for sure that it wasn't you. You knew deep down that it wasn't the sound of the house settling even further, and there was, in fact, someone in your house.

    Have you forgotten to lock the front door?

    You stood, frozen, as you tried to hear anymore sounds. Looking around in the darkness, you saw nothing but the silhouette of your furniture against the moonlight shining through the windows. You completely stepped down the stairs, head whipping back and forth, just so you wouldn't miss anything. Just as you were about the enter the kitchen in search of the intruder, you had caught eye of something unfamiliar. It was a new silhouette against your window, a tall and dark one. You couldn't tell what it was, due to the darkness, and because it was so still. But it couldnt have been a forgotten piece of furniture, no. You would've known what it was.

    Near the top of the silhouette, you now noticed something peculiar. This silhouette was no piece of furniture. It was a person, and obviously not a normal one, because their eyes were glowing an eerie red.

    Before you could even react, before you could even question it, the person had charged towards you with an unimaginable speed, and you found yourself in their arms. As romantic as it sounded, there was nothing romantic about the sudden sharp pain that you felt in your neck, as if you were being stabbed with a thousand needles. You couldn't even scream in pain, and you couldn't fight it.

    You quickly grew light headed, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the perpetrator held you in their arms as you slowly began to lose consciousness, stumbling to the floor as everything went black.

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You feel as if you had flew back thirty minutes prior as you woke up in your bed to a silent house once again. The only difference was that there was a searing pain on the left side of your neck, keeping you from moving your head at all. Cringing in pain, you gently touched the wound there, seeing that dried blood was on your fingers.

"What the hell..." You whispered to yourself. Enough context clues could give you an idea to what had happened, but the rationality that grew with you since childhood disproved the fact that they're real. They, meaning...vampires. But how could a vampire get in your house? If they're like what the stories say, they need an invitation to enter other people's homes...

Due to how silent the house seemed, you guessed that they were still here. Ignoring the pain in your neck and the fear settling in your bones, you made your way out of bed. Then you stopped.

You were in bed? Did they put you here? Why wouldn't they just leave you downstairs on the floor? It was peculiar to say the least, and for some reason, it scared you even more.

Now, your bat wasn't in your closet, and you had nothing to protect yourself with. Walking out of the bedroom as quietly as you could, you looked over the banister of by the stairway, looking to the bottom of the stairs. It was still dark, so you could barely see anything, but you could see the gleam of metal at the bottom of the stairs, the neglected bat reflecting the moonlight.

You bit your lip, cringing once more at the throbbing pain on your neck. Shaking it off, you tiptoes down the stairs, being extra careful this time. The vampire was insanely quiet the first time you had come downstairs. Once you were at the bottom of the stairs, you bent don to grab the bat. You wondered if you'd be able to knock a vampire out...

Just as you were about to grab the bat, you heard a bang from inside the basement. You froze, listening out of you could hear more. You then heard rustling and other noises. They were definitely down there, doing something. You grabbed the bat, quickly moving as the rustling sounds got louder and more frantic. Due to the noise, you were able to move faster, the vampire most likely not able to hear you.

Once you were halfway down the steps, the vampire was finally in your sight. You had to bend down a bit to see what was going on, but you saw them.

It was a man, a tall one at that, who seemed to be rummaging in the boxes of junk you had sprawled about in the dark basement. You couldn't even fathom a reason for why he was doing it, much less on why he was doing it with so much fervor. You didn't want to stick around and find out why, so you tiptoed down the stairs, holding your bat with a tight grip. Keeping an eye on him, he didn't seem to notice that you were right behind him, neither did he notice you raising your bat.

Please let it be possible that vampires can be knocked out, you thought. With all of the strength you could muster up, you swung the bat down right on his head, no doubt strong enough to give anyone a major concussion. Immediately, he fell to the ground, as lifeless as he wouldn't be if he wasn't a vampire.

"Holy shit..." You breathed out, shoulders high and tense. Looking down at him, you noticed how young he looked, and in all honesty, he didn't look threatening at all. You felt a tinge of worry, wondering if he wasn't a vampire after all, and you might've just killed him.

Edging closer to the man, you bent down to see if he was breathing. He was completely still. That didn't tell you much, though, as he could be dead or...the undead.

Looking around the basement, you searched for somewhere to put him. You rarely went inside of the basement due to how cold and stuffy it was, and because it was unfinished.

The basement consisted of two rooms. The first is where your junk was, and the other was an empty room that you were too scared to go in. It was small and dark, and it's heavy door had an open lock on it and a barred window. It just felt...as if it was a prison cell.

Which was why it was the best place to drag the vampire into. Maybe you could keep him in there and question him on how the hell he got into your house, and at the same time, you could keep him at a safe distance from yourself.

He was much heavier than you thought he was, but you guessed that came from his height. He was still unconscious but you guessed that it wouldn't be for long.

You eventually dragged him into the room, and you quickly locked the door once you left. Looking into the window, he wasn't awake yet, thank goodness. For extra security, you put a spell on the door, hoping that it worked. Your magic was rusty, so you were unsure.

Despite the early morning hour and your tired eyes, you fought sleep, not wanting to succumb to it while there was danger in your house. Still, though, the pain from you neck didn't go away. You thought it wouldnt be too bad to go back up stairs for a second and patch it up so it didn't get infected. Looking once more through the window, you hurried upstairs to your bathroom, where your first aid kit was held. You cleaned and patched the wound up in record time so that you didn't stay too long from the vampire.

Once you were back in the basement, you looked through the bars of the window, but your heart stopped once you noticed that he was no longer in there. The room was empty, as far as you could see, since the corners were so dark that you didn't know what was there.

"Shit..." You whispered to yourself, shoulders tense as you were on edge again. Suddenly, two large hands grabbed the rusted metal bars from inside of the room and you screamed as his face had come into view like a jump scare.

"Get me out."

You backed up from the window as far as you could, going to the other side of the room. You didn't know why you were so scared, mainly because he was behind a locked door. You guessed that despite whatever vampire strength he had, he couldn't get himself out. Maybe the spell really did work. That should be enough to keep you safe.

    He held onto the bars tightly, trying to wiggle them to see how strong they were and then he looked at you with finery red eyes.

    "What are you doing? Let me out!" He frowned. "Why did you put me in here?"

    "W-why are you in my house?" You asked him. He didn't say anything for a second.

    "This...is your house?"

    "Uh, yeah." You looked at him as if he had a problem, which...he technically did. Being a vampire was no normal thing. "I've been living here for the past two years."

    "Oh." He said. "Well, if you let me out of here, I'll leave."

    "No!" You said. "Not after you bit me. Besides, how do you even have access to my house? How did you get in?"

    "T-through the door..." He said quietly. "Who are you?"

    "Who are you?" You were so confused right now. He didn't have the right to ask you questions while he was intruding in your house at this ungodly hour.

    "Are you sure this is your house?" He asked you.

    "What do you mean 'am I sure'?" You scoffed. "Who are you to be asking me these questions?"

    "Look, the only reason I'm able to be here was because I was invited here." He said. "And you did not invite me. As a matter of fact, I do not know who you are."

    "Well, shit, I don't know who you are either." You couldnt believe you were having this conversation with a vampire right now. There must've been something that you didn't know.

    "Where is Elise?" He asked out of the blue. "Miss Elise. The nice witch lady."

    "Elise?" Your eyes widened. "Elise (Y/L/N), the woman that lived here before me?"

    "Yes, her." He said. "Did she move out?"

    "Elise (Y/L/N) is my grandma, and she's been dead for two years."

    "D-dead?" He stuttered, mouth agape. He loosened his grip on the bars and looked down at the floor. He muttered some words to himself, low enough that you couldn't hear.

    "Are...you okay?" You asked him, suddenly feeling worried.

    "Miss Elise...she told me to come back whenever I needed anything..."

    Now you were definitely lost. This vampire somehow knew your grandma, and based of what he was saying, they were pretty well aquainted with each other.

    "So, that's the reason you're here?" You asked him. He nodded. "Then why the fuck did you bite me!?"

    "Bitch, I was hungry!" He yelled back, making you recoil. Did he just call you a bitch? "That's why I'm here, because I was hungry and I thought that Miss Elise would have some blood bags or something-"

    "Why would my grandma have any blood bags?" You squinted your eyes at him.

    "What? Did you really not know?" He asked, then sighed. "Miss Elise was my caregiver when I was younger. I didn't have parents...well...I did, but I didn't know them. So she took care of me. But I wasn't the only one. She took care of children that were vampires, and she always had blood bags for them. I wasn't a vampire at the time, so it didn't matter..." He paused. "I recently turned...like a week ago, and I'm still getting used to being a vampire. I thought that Miss Elise would help me out, but I guess that's not possible."

    Now you felt sorry for him. Your grandma had never told the family about her caring for children, much less, vampires. She had always been a secretive lady, and she never invited people over, always being the visiting guest. You guessed that this was why.

    "What's your name?" You asked him.

    "Uh, S-Soobin. Choi Soobin."

    "I'm (Y/N)." You said. "Do you have anywhere else to go?"

    "No...not really." He said as if he was embarrassed. "I decided to drop out of college when I turned, so I can't go back on campus."

    "You can stay here if you want." You didn't exactly feel sure about him staying here, but you felt so sorry for him. He didn't seem like a bad guy, and he had nowhere to go. This is where he once felt safe, so you shouldn't take that away from him. But...he was still a vampire. He was a threat to you. You were surprised that you weren't already dead from when he bit you. "But you'll have to stay in there for a bit...before I can trust you."

    "What about when I'm hungry?" He asked.

    "I'll figure that out."

    "What about when I'm lonely?"

    "Uh...I'll figure that out too."

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    "You know this is illegal, right?" Your friend asked you, handing you the black duffel bag. She looked worried as she tugged on the bottom of her scrubs.

    "I have a vampire in my basement, Sooyoung." You told her. "Crime is the least of my worries. Besides, I'm paying you. You could either keep the money, or give it to the hospital in exchange for the missing blood bags."

    "I guess." She said. "I have to go. I can't be gone for too long."

    "Okay." You gave her a smile. "I might be back for more, soon. I don't exactly know how this works." You gave her your goodbyes and went back inside your car, placing the duffel bag on the passenger seat. You unzipped it, looking inside to make sure everything was still alright. Inside of the duffel bag where numerous bags of fresh blood, hopefully enough to keep Soobin situated for a few weeks or so.

    You drove back home quickly, still anxious about whether or not Soobin could escape from the room in the basement. Surprisingly, you weren't really afraid of the danger of him escaping, your were more afraid of him being gone. He scared you at first, but in all honesty, he seemed harmless. If your grandma raised him, then he had to be a good person.

"Soobin?" You quietly called out to him, having arrived back at your home. Walking don the basement, you heard nothing but silence, and your felt your heart rate spike up. You called out to him again, walking closer to the door. "I've got something for you."

Once again, he scared you, his hands aggressively coming up to the bars before showing his face. "What is it?" He asked, eyes wide. You held back the urge to scowl at him for scaring you, instead opening the bag and pulling out a bag of blood. He suddenly jiggled the bars on the door, as if he was a feral dog who saw meat for the first time in a while. "Give me that."

"Did my grandma never teach you to say please?" You scoffed, then carefully handed him the bag through the bars, just so he wouldnt rip your hand off. You watched as he tore the plastic open with his teeth, drinking as much blood as he could so it wouldn't spill.

"Do you have another one?" He asked, blood covering the lower half of his face, and eyes dark in lust for more.

"Yes, but I'm not giving you it." You said. "You would have been one if you didn't rip open the bag like that. There's literally a nozzle for steady blood flow."

"What? Why?" He whined. "You got them for me, right?"

"Duh," You scoffed. "But you've got to ration. I've got enough for two weeks if you take one a day."

"One a day?!" He exclaimed. "That's not nearly enough for me!"

"I think it's for your own good." You said. "You said you were only turned about a week ago, right? Well, you need o learn self control so that you don't go around biting people just because you feel a little bit of hunger."

"Are you saying that it was just a little bit of hunger when I bit you?" He scoffed. "You're so careless..."

"Look...I'm not my grandma, Soobin." You said. "First of all, you broke into my house. I know that I locked my doors. Second of all, you hurt me. My grandma may have trusted you, but I don't. You better be glad that you're still here."

He looked down, almost appearing like a hurt puppy. That was enough to show you that your grandma probably spoiled him to death.

"I'm putting these in my fridge." You said. "You won't get another one until tomorrow."

"Wait-" Soobin said and you raised your brows. "Can...can you warm it up before you give it to me? I don't really like cold bl-"

"No."

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"(Y/N)!" The faint sound of Soobin call in your name woke you up. "(Y/N)!!"

"What the fuck...?" You frowned, squinted eyes getting used to the sunlight.

"(Y/N)!!!!"

"Oh my fucking gosh." You quickly got up from your bed, putting on your slippers, and stumbling out of your room, barely able to walk in a straight line. You stomped your way down two flights of stairs until you were met with Soobin holding on to the bars again. "What?!"

"Hi." He greeted you. "It's tomorrow, right? I can't really tell since I've been locked in a basement of a dungeon with no light. But if it's tomorrow, can I have my blood bag. You promised you'd give it to me."

You looked at him in disbelief for a few seconds. "You woke me up at 7 in the morning for a blood bag?"

"In my defense, I didn't know it was 7." He shrugged. "Also, I think I still have blood on my face. Can you wash it off?"

You were too tired to care about anything at this point. You released the spell on the door, unlocking it and opening it, but Soobin just stood there, eyes wide and shoulders high.

"A-are...you a witch?"

"No, it's just that my grandma, mom, and aunties are witches, but it skipped me of course." You said sarcastically, rolling your eyes.

"S-so, that m-means you could k-kill me?" He stuttered, still not budging.

"I try to refrain from using my magic." You said. "But I will use it if you don't take this chance to get out."

"Oh-" He stepped out as if he was scared to, keeping a good distance away from you. You walked up the stairs, still tired from waking up only ten minutes ago. You heard him follow you, steps surprisingly light for someone as tall as he was. He followed you to your kitchen where you wetted a rag under the tap.

"Stay still." You said as you grabbed his face and started to wipe the dried blood off. His blood—someone's blood—rushed to his ears, making them bright red. You fought the urge to laugh. Your face was only a few inches away from his, and he got this flustered from it?

Once you were done wiping his face clean, you rinsed off the rag and got a blood bag from the fridge, handing it to him.

"Can I wait until it's room temperature?" He asked.

"Do you really want to wait that long?" He replied.

"No." He said, then he took the bag.

"Remember not to rip it open and spill it." You said. "Especially not on these old floors, it'll soak right in."

"Oh...right." He said, twisting open the nozzle and drinking from there. You watched him down it in less than thirty seconds, his brows furrowed in concentration. After he was done, he set it down on the counter. "That was horrible. I told you I don't like cold blood."

"Would you like no blood?" You asked him. "Or would you like to be without a home again?"

"Nevermind..." He said.

"That's what I throught." You said. "It's time for you to go back-"

"Huh?" His eyes went wide. "You're putting me back there? That's inhumane!"

"I don't trust you enough to have you roaming around freely." You said.

"But it's not like I bit you while I was out." He whined. "I didn't do anything bad!"

"That's great, Soobin, but you have to understand." You said. "You don't have much self control, and I don't want to risk it. I'll see if I can trust you after a few more days, but for now, you have to go back."

"I understand." He said, looking dejected as ever. "Could I at least have a book while I'm locked away?"

"Sure." You said with a roll of your eyes. Yeah, you felt a bit sorry for him, but you'd feel sorry for yourself if you let him hurt you again. He could kill you at this point. You locked him back into the room, handing him a random book you had. "I'm going back to sleep. Don't wake me up again."

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A week had passed of Soobin being under your care, and although you thought it would be dangerous, it really wasn't. You didn't fear him biting you again, and he wasn't too out of control.

Because of this, you let him out more, only keeping him in the basement at night time. You did feel even more sorry about that. Vampires were active during the night, and slept during the day. Maybe you were being too hard on him.

It was reaching the early morning times when you stayed up with Soobin, playing a game with him like he requested. If he was living here, you might a well be on friendly terms with him.

"Stop buying each property you land on." You told him. "Have you never played monopoly before?"

"No." He said. "I grew up in a house with 12 other kids and an old lady, do you think we ever thought to play monopoly?"

"Oh, right." You said. "About that...did you ever meet any of the family? And where's all of the other kids you knew?"

"I only knew about Miss Elise." He said. "Everyone else is...somewhere, I guess. As we grew up, they kind of ignored me and went their own ways."

You nodded your head, humming. "How old are you, by the way?"

"26." He said, then laughed humorlessly. "Gonna be 26 forever." You tilted your head, confused. "That didnt sound happy. Do you not want to be a vampire?"

"Not really." He said. "When I got turned, I wanted to be, but now...not so much. I don't like having to drink blood and te uncontrollable urge to do so. I also used to sleep a lot, but now, I can't really sleep that much. And when I do sleep, I don't have dreams anymore. I'd does feel like I really dead. Being super fast and strong is cool, though."

"That's understandable." You nodded. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, you're doing good. For such a young vampire, you're controlling yourself very well."

"R-really?" He asked quietly, cheeks going red and a bashful smile appearing on his face.

"Really." You smiled back. "But, if you haven't noticed yet...you're bankrupt."

"Wha-"

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You woke up in the middle of the night, hearing rumbling coming from downstairs. This wasn't normal. You listened out for a few seconds, the rumbling stopping for a bit and then starting again. You felt anxious, almost as if it was the night you discovered Soobin for the first time. You got up from your bed, quietly stepping out and going downstairs. Before you even got to the first floor, you noticed the light from the fridge shining throughout the kitchen. Frowning, you went to explore.

Once you stepped into the kitchen, you saw the large body of Soobin in the fridge, and multiple empty blood bags scattered on the floor around him

"Soobin?" You called out to him, trying to keep your anger from bursting out of the seams. He froze, slowly turning around to see you there. "What are you doing?"

The half empty bag of blood dropped from his hands, spilling onto the floor. "(Y/N)...it's...it's not what it looks like-"

"Are you sure?" You tilted your head. "Because it looks like you're taking more than what I said you could take."

He looked everywhere but at you. "P-please don't get mad, I w-was just r-really hungry, and I c-couldn't control myself, I won't t-take anymore, I swear-"

"Do you know how much I go though to get those bags for you?" You asked him. "It's not an easy thing, Soobin."

"I know, and I'm sorry!" He said. "I really didn't mean to-"

You didn't want to hear another word of it, and you put a spell on him, watching him pass out immediately. You weren't as much angry as you were annoyed. You thought that he was doing perfectly and that you could trust him more, but you guessed that you were wrong.

Just like you did before, you dragged him down to the room in the basement, shutting and locking the door. You reversed your spell on him, and he woke up confused. Once he noticed where he was, he quickly got up and went to the window.

"(Y/N), why did you put me in here?" He frowned. "Let me out. You know I don't like it in here."

"Is that right? Well, I would've thought otherwise." You said. "I specifically told you that you could only have one blood bag a day. Don't act surprised that you're in there."

"But it was one mistake." He argued. "Didn't you say that I was doing good? Didn't you?"

"I said that because you were being good. This isn't just once mistake." You said. "Now that nearly all the blood bags are gone, you're not going to be able to have any for a while. You did this to yourself. And don't expect me to let you out, tomorrow." With that, you went back upstairs, ignoring Soobin's defeated whimper. You cleaned up the blood bags and the spilled blood, cursing to yourself because of the blood already seeping into the old wood. "Damn you, Soobin..."

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"My teeth hurt..." Soobin said to you the moment you walked down to the basement.

"Maybe they're sensitive from all that cold blood you consumed." You said.

"You're still mad about that?" He sighed. "That was two weeks ago. And I haven't had blood in a while since then, but look at me! I'm perfectly fine."

"Mhm, right." You said before dropping the black duffle bag full of blood down in front of the door. "Well let's see how much you can control yourself now. I'm not allowing you to touch these for another week."

"Another week?!" He repeated, baffled out of his mind.

"I thought you were perfectly fine." You pouted. "You can be perfectly fine or another week, right?" You unlocked and opened the door to the room, but he grabbed the bars, closing it on him.

"Don't let me out." He said. "Just keep me in here until the week is over."

"No, that defeats the whole purpose." You scoffed, opening the door again. "Come out, or it'll be two weeks."

That got him quick. He came out, fists by his side, trying not to look at the duffle bag. You stifled your laughter at his bewildered look. He was, in fact, not perfectly fine.

Once you both were upstairs, he sat stiffly on the couch, his eyes not once looking into the kitchen. You sat beside him, looking at him innocently.

"What's wrong, Soobin?" You asked him. "You seem...tense."

"Get away from me." He said. "I might suck your blood."

"No you wont." You laughed. "You're perfectly fine."

"I lied. I'm not perfectly fine." He said. "Just put me back in the dungeon, please."

"No. You've already had your punishment, and it's inhumane, right?" You smiled. "So here you are, out of the 'dungeon'. Ah, also, I think I might have something for your teeth hurting." You got up, retrieving this random piece of wood that had broken off one of your counter shelves. You were planning on fixing it a while ago, but procrastinating on that made you get used to it not being there anymore.

"...wood?" Soobin asked once you handed it to him.

"Yeah." You said. "I figured your teeth were hurting because you hadn't bitten into anything in a while. Maybe biting into that would help."

He looked at you confused, but nonetheless bit into the wood.

"Maybe it'll also distract you from the blood." You said, patting his shoulder. He turned to look at you slowly.

"I was distracted until you said that..."

"Oh...oops?"

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You didn't know what had gotten into you, but as you watched Soobin chew on the wood from the kitchen, you felt slightly endeared. He was watching TV, and he kept busy with the wood, chewing holes into every piece of it. You were glad he wasn't too worked up about the blood, but you worried about the rest of the day. You weren't planning to lock him in the basement this time, hoping that he had the self control to not rummage in the fridge again. It was a high expectation, hopefully one he could fulfill...

You found yourself smiling at him, not noticing how used to him you've gotten. He was very peculiar in the least, but you guessed that was mainly because of him being a vampire. You found yourself wondering what he was like when he was a human. It was weird to know that the two of you were always in such close proximity without knowing it. Maybe it was fate.

Soobin felt that your eyes were on him, and he turned to look at you, eyes wide. For some reason, lost in your daze, you hadn't exactly noticed how he was looking at you. All you noticed was his red eyes, and how they didn't seem so weird anymore. You snapped back into reality once he smiled at you, and you didn't even think to return the smile. Instead, you looked down at your hands, picking at your nails as if you were busy. Honestly, you were embarrassed to get caught looking at the handsome vampire with boyish charm.

Unknown to you, Soobin's smile dropped, feeling that he had been the reason for the extremely awkward exchange. He thought that maybe...something was happening. If you were embarrassed, he was even more so.

The exchange was forgotten hours later, when you sat next to him, your eyelids drooping. It wasn't even approaching nighttime, but you were already tired, your sleep pattern all over the place. Sometimes, Soobin stayed up with you during the day, and sometimes, you stayed up with him during the night. Weirdly enough, though, you newly discovered that you had acclimated to being awake during the night.

"Are you tired?" Soobin asked, and you jolted, fully awake from the sound of his soft, deep voice.

"No, no, I'm just...this channel is boring." You said.

"But I thought you liked those crime shows?" Soobin pouted, biting his wood and furrowing his eyebrows. "Are you sure you're not tired?"

You sighed, rubbing your tired eyes. "I'm a bit tired." You said, then you looked at him. He'd be fine on his own, right? "I'm going to bed." You got up and started your way towards the stairs, not expecting him to get up and follow you.

"Wait, r-really?" He asked, following you up the stairs.

"Yeah?" You looked at him confused. "Only for a few hours. It's summertime, anyways. I don't need to have the perfect sleep schedule."

"Oh...okay." He said, watching you get into your bed from your doorframe. He stood there awkwardly as you got comfortable. You then noticed his presence and you lifted a brow.

"...what are you doing?" You asked him.

"Uh...aren't you going to put me in the basement?" He asked.

"Why should I?"

"You're leaving me alone." He said. "I don't trust myself alone. Also...I'm tired, too."

"You need to learn to trust yourself." You sighed. "You can sleep on the couch or something, I'm sure you'll be fine."

"C-can I..." He paused, looking down at his hands. You patiently waited for him to resume. "Can I sleep in here? On your bed?"

"...huh?" You were caught off guard by the question.

"O-only for today." He said. "Just for extra precaution and everything. And the couch isn't really big enough for me."

You paused, thinking it over. He seemed to be controlling himself more, but you had to think about it. Sleeping downstairs where the cold blood bags are mere feet away from him, or sleeping in the same bed as you...technically a warm and fresh blood bag. Well, he hasn't been much of a danger to you ever since that day. You could trust him...right.

"I guess you can." You said.

"Really?" His eyes lit up.

"Yeah." You chuckled. "Stay a foot away from me, though. If you bite me, I'll have your head, understand?"

"Yep!" He said happily, as if he didnt just hear what you said. He ran over and jumped into your bed, making sure to be on the complete other end of the mattress. You rolled your eyes, but you were grateful. Looking at him once more, you fully laid down and closed your eyes.

"Only for a few hours." You told him again. "Wake me up if I've slept for more than five."

"Okay..." Soobin said, trying not to watch you doze off. He laid down stiffly on his back with his hands by his side. Every now and then, his eyes would flicker over to your sleeping figure, wondering how you had fallen asleep so fast. Even as a vampire, he still struggled with insomnia. The sunlight dripping from your closed curtains made it a bit harder for him to sleep. He couldn't sleep in total darkness, which he found weird and unusual. He sun made him tired but the moon made him wide awake. Sometimes, he wishes that he was normal again. That he was human.

You were human. A peculiar once, of course, due to the fact that you were a witch. It was even more peculiar that you rarely ever seemed to take advantage of that fact. You weren't a normal human, but you were able to act like one. You were able to eat good food, sleep once the moon was up, and breathe in fresh air every day. Soobin envied you. That's what he though it was. Envy. Though it never really dawned on him how thin the line was between envy and admiration. or the even thinner line between admiration and infatuation.

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A few days later, while you were sleeping, Soobin decided to stay up to watch a show that he'd been interested for a while now. He was a little on edge, due to the fact that he was alone downstairs, and he hadn't been in the basement in a while. He found himself looking at the kitchen multiple times, distracted from his show that he swore he liked.

Getting up slowly, he walked over into the kitchen, right in front of the refrigerator. His eyes glowed into a deeper red, and he felt his canines start to sharpen in need for blood. He slowly put his hand on the handle on the fridge, but he froze. He was fighting a battle within himself. He knew that if he opened the door and saw the blood bags sitting there, he wouldn't be able to help himself. And that was wrong. You'd wake up, see him in a frenzy again, and then the both of you would have to start from square one again, and he didn't want that. You were gaining his trust, and he was able to get closer to you because of that.

He quickly took his hand off of the handle, muscles flexing with resistance. He then noticed his piece of wood sitting on the counter, almost as if it was waiting for him. He grabbed the piece of wood with fervor, biting into it with his sharpened canines. He walked back to the couch, furiously biting into the wood to calm down. Weirdly enough, this worked for him. It soothed the pain of unfulfilled bloodlust, even if it was for a short time.

After a bit had past, and he had calmed down, he noticed how tired he had gotten. Watching TV for so long made him tired, and he wondered if you were still sound asleep. Leaving the piece of wood on the coffee table, he made his way upstairs and into your room.

Silently peeking in, he noticed that you indeed were still asleep. A few days ago was supposed to be the only day he'd sleep in the same bed as you, but since then, you didn't seem to mind him doing it again, and yet again. So, he climbed into bed next to you, careful not to wake you up, but you were so deep in sleep that he didn't think it would be a problem.

Like usual, he stared at your sleeping form even though he was quite tired. He really couldn't help himself. You looked so peaceful and carefree, as if your trust in him was much more than he thought.

"(Y/N)..." He whispered. "You won't know...but I almost broke your trust. I almost lost control. I really wanted blood today, but I stopped myself. You might get mad at me for that, but what matters is that I gained control back, right? I did good, right? I'd imagine you'd say yes..." He sighed. He liked when you were proud of him. It was like a present. Every time he did something good, he found it to be the best part of his day to see you smile. Those lips that were usually set in a straight line or even frowning, he began to appreciate the rarity in which you'd genuinely smile. That thought prompted him to stare at your lips. They were slightly parted as you slept, relaxed and plump, perfect, as if they've never been injured or bit.

He didn't notice as he started to lean closer to you, as he was too mesmerized by your sleeping beauty. There was something so comforting about the warmth radiating off of your body that drew him closer to you, until his face hovered over yours. Even if you were awake with just your eyes closed, you wouldn't even be able to feel how just close he was to you. But you would be able to feel his cold lips softly pressing into yours.

And that you did feel.

But you didn't open your eyes. You didn't tell Soobin that you were awake. You embraced his lips on yours for a couple seconds more before he pulled away.

Soobin couldnt believe it. He couldn't believe that he had just done that. That as inappropriate. It was wrong. But...it felt good. It warmed him up some, it made him feel alive again. In more search for your warmth, he hesitatingly wrapped his arm around your side, pulling you closer to him in a close embrace. He didn't care if you woke up at this moment. You'd either push him away or stay where you were. It didn't matter.

He nuzzled his head into your neck, feeling all of the warmth you had to offer. This was better than any of those cold blood bags. Although he could hear your blood rushing through you, it didn't set him off. What he craved wasn't blood. It was to feel human again. And being this close to you was the closest to that than he would ever be.

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You checked the refrigerator, seeing that there was still the same amount of blood bags in there that there was before. Soobin must've really headed your warnings. You felt a bit sorry for him. He was more tired nowadays, more sluggish and not as energetic as he was before. Sure, this arrangement wasn't healthy, but it sure did teach him some self control. He only had one more day until he'd be able to finally feed, but you thought that you'd give him a present for holding out for so long.

"Soobin?" You called out to him, seeing that he was still on the couch, where he had been since the day started.

"Hm?" He hummed, not even looking at you. You smiled, going over to sit next to him. He was lazily chewing on his wood, glassy eyes looking at the TV.

"Y'know...you've been holding out really well, so far." You told him. "You only have one more day. You've been doing really good."

He turned to look at you. "Really?" He asked, eyes brightening up a little.

"Really." You nodded with a smile, and he lazily smiled back. "So, I've decided to give you a little present."

"A present? What is it?" He asked curiously, words muffled by the fact that he was still chewing the corner of the wood

"Guess." You told him, feeling a bit mischievous. "I'll give you a hint. It's almost like...I'm returning it back to you."

"Hm?" He tilted his head to the side. "I've never given you anything, though? Or have I?" He furrowed his eyebrows in thought.

You rolled your eyes. "Don't think too hard, Soobin, you'll pass out."

"But I really can't think of anything?" He said. "Can you just give me it? I'm not good at this guessing game..."

"Jesus, Soobin..." You sighed, moving the wood out of his mouth. You leaned towards him, softly kidding him just like he did that night. He froze in surprise, enough to not be able to kiss you back. "Do you remember now?" You asked him, smirking at his expression.

"Y-you knew?" He asked after a few seconds.

"Yeah." You shrugged. "I was awake."

"A-and you were awake when I...I-"

"Yes, Soobin." You laughed. "Don't be so flustered. If I had a problem with it, I would've told you right away. And I definitely wouldn't have kissed you just now."

"Oh..." He chuckled nervously, and you swore he would've been blushing, but you guessed that he couldnt, as he had gone without blood for so long. "C-can you maybe do it again?" He asked.

You responded with another kiss, one that he had returned this time, except for more fervor. It was like he was waiting to kiss you again, dreaming about your lips on his. Did this mean…that you felt the same? Were you as infatuated with him as he was to you? He doubted that it was possible. All without you knowing, he might’ve fallen in love. Fallen in love with a witch, one that he was always in close proximity of. Always right around the corner but never at the same one. It only had to be fate that brought you two together.

“I really like you, (Y/N).” Soobin blurted out once you two parted.

“Do you mean that?” You asked him, slight insecurity peeking out from your otherwise hard shell. “I doubt you’ve met very much people in your life.”

“But I have.” He frowned. “And I like you. Only you. Do you…do you not feel the same? Am I m-mistaken?”

“No, Soobin, it’s not that.” You were quick to reassure him. “I do feel the same…just…don’t make me say it.” You laughed awkwardly. “Just know that I feel the same.”

“You’re not joking, right?”

“No, you fucking idiot.” You said sweetly, patting his face. “Now stop looking at me as if you like me, it’s making me nervous.”

“Really?” He giggled, eyes turning into crescent moons, looking at you as if he was even more in love.

He couldn’t understand just how much you distracted him from his bloodlust. He felt like he had the control of a 1000 year old vampire when you were there. You must’ve put a spell on him. Maybe even a few spells…

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Soobin felt as if it was his birthday. He has held out for so long, and now was finally the day that he’d be able to drink from the blood bags again. He swore he hated the cold, unfresh blood before, but now, he was craving it.

Yet…he wasn’t going to get any until you’d tell him he could. He didn’t want to mess up again, so he was extra careful.

You knew exactly what was going on, and just to be mischievous, you acted as if you forgot about it for the whole day. It was evil, yes, but what you had for him would be worth much more than a lousy blood bag.

It was by the time night fell when Soobin finally spoke up.

“(Y/N)…” He called to you. “Did you forget?”

“Hm? Forget what?” You asked him, acting as if you knew nothing.

“Yesterday was the last day.” He said. “I can drink blood bags, now.”

“Oh- is that so?” You acted surprised. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? You could’ve gotten one hours ago!”

“Seriously?” He said in disbelief. Although he was pissed he didn’t say something earlier, he was still happy that he could finally have at it. He all but ran to the fridge, opening it and then grabbing a blood bag out of it.

“Wait!” You said, snatching the bag from him.

“Huh? Why?” He whined, pouting as if he was going to cry.

“I also forgot to tell you another thing.” You said. “You know how I gave you a present yesterday, right?” You asked, placing the blood bag behind you on the counter, seeing his eyes on it.

“Yeah…”

“Well, I have another present for you!”

“Is it a kiss?” He asked. “If I kiss you, will you give me the bag?”

“Hey, don’t act like I’m the one who’s begging for kissed all the time.” You scoffed. “But, no, that’s not the present. And you’re not getting the blood bag.”

“What do you mean?” He frowned. “I thought you said I was doing good!”

“And you are! Which is why I prepared something even better!” You said and he looked at you in confusion. “Me!”

He blinked a few times, looking from your eyes to your neck and then again. “You don’t mean…”

“I do mean.” You said.

“But…but I could really hurt you!” He said. “You could even die if I go overboard!”

“Soobin…I know all of the possibilities.” You said, putting your hands on his shoulders. “That’s why I put a little spell on myself. Let’s just say that I won’t be able to die for the next 24 hours. So?” You bared your neck at him.

“A-are you sure?” He asked. “Are you sure the spell worked?”

“Nope.” You shrugged. “But I trust, you Soobin. I know you won’t kill me.”

He gulped, dark red eyes honing into the beating vein on the left side of your neck. He hesitantly bent down, nose to your neck as he took a big whiff of your sweet blood. He shut his eyes, fighting off the instinct to groan at just how good you smelled.

“Are you really sure?” He asked.

“Yes, Soobin.” You chuckled, pulling him closer to you to that your chests were touching, and Soobin grasped onto your hips so he wouldn’t lose his balance and fall onto you.

With one more seconds of hesitation, he bit into your neck with his sharp fangs, and you felt a sharp pain. Your grip on his shoulders got tighter as you tried to distract yourself from the pain.

He couldn’t stop the moans of satisfaction at the magnificent taste of your blood, and you graudally noticed that something felt weird.

You still felt the pain on the bite, but Soobin’s demeanor changed. It was almost as if he was enjoying it too much. His hands were grabby, not only on your hips, but in your waist and your bottom, and you gasped in surprise.

You started to notice what was going on when you felt how hard he was, his bulge pushing into your stomach.

“S-Soobin?” You breathed out, feeling light headed. He moaned, suddenly grinding his lower half into you. He then retracted his fangs, looking at you with wide, lust blown eyes, your blood dribbling down his chin.

“(Y/N), I’m s-sorry-“ He whined, placing you on the counter and rutting himself into you. “I’m so sorry, I-I don’t mean, to, I c-can’t help it-“ He broke out into an erotic moan, and despite out lightheaded and out of it you were, it aroused you to no end.

“It’s okay S-Soobin…” You said quietly, breathing harshly with each rough grind into you. You didn’t know that he could get this worked up from his own bloodlust, but you weren’t complaining. The only thing you had a problem with was the fact that there were too many clothes separating the both of you, but you didn’t think neither of you were in the right minds to seperate and take each article off.

“Can I be inside of you?” Soobin asked in between harsh breaths. “Please, please, please, I want to so bad-“ It was almost as if he was in pain, rutting into you so hard that you bounced on the counter each time.

You nodded your head aggressively, opening your legs wider for him. You were wearing black leggings, and you thought that they’d be quick and easy to take off, but Soobin stead decided to rip them down the middle, doing so with ease.

“Soobin…!”

“S-sorry!” He apologized over and over again, even as he released his cock from its confines, holding the thick base in between a shaky fist. He moved your panties to the side and slid in with one thrust. The both of you whined loudly at that, and he couldn’t wait any further before he started pounding into you with fervor. You heard the sound of your wet heat, but you didn’t care, mouth agape in a silent scream as he pounded into you with no remorse.

Well…some remorse. He couldn’t stop apologizing as he fucked into you, begging for you to forgive him for being so dirty and succumbing uncontrollable urges.

You yelped as he picked you up from the counter, holding you in his arms as he dropped you on his cock over and over.

“Fuck!” You cursed. “M-more, more-“ You chanted, feeling his cock deep inside of you. You saw tears start to slide down his cheeks and he cried with pleasure. You clenched around him, wanting to see him unravel even more, which made him fuck you on his cock even faster, using you like a rag doll. His vampire strength had kicked in once he drank your sweet blood, something that he was afraid he’d get addicted on since he tasted you for the first time.

He was addicted to your warmth, your lips, your blood, and especially the way your pussy just sucked him in, holding tight and never letting go

“F-fuck, baby, I’m cumming!” You moaned, your pussy convulsing around his cock and making him go crazy. You came around him, eyes rolling to the back of your head. He nearly slammed you into a wall, fucking you roughly, the slick from your cum making it easier to slide in and out of you.

You were extremely overstimulated, your abused pussy needing a break, but Soobin couldn’t stop. He let out nearly pprnographic moans as he fucked you through yet another orgasm, not even noticing exactly what you were going through.

You just had to sit there, wedged between his chilled body and the wall, taking just what he needed to give you.

“Oh fuck, (Y/N)-“ He whined, more tears spilling out of his eyes. You were out of it, dazed and cock drunk. “I’m gonna cum— ah!” He mewled out as he finally came, stilling inside of you as he filled you up. His legs shook as he shut his eyes tightly in pleasure.

After he finally calmed down, it was as if he returned to his senses. He quickly pulled out, immediately apologizing as you winced. He gently put you down, but your knees buckled, almost dropping to the floor, yet he caught you.

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry-“ He said, putting his softening member back in his pants. “I can’t believe I just did that to you, I really didn’t mean to, are you okay? You can lock me in the basement for a while, I won’t get mad, I deserve it-“

“Soobin, I’m fine.” You said to him, holding onto him tightly al you wouldn’t fall. You were still a bit lightheaded, but you were able to reassure him. “I didn’t expect it, but I’m really okay.”

“You shouldn’t have let me drink from you.” He said, tears still falling. “I’ve ruined everything x how could I get so out of-“

You interrupted him with a kiss to shut him up.

“Listen, baby…” You said softly, the pet name making him calm down a bit. “You did nothing wrong. At all. I am more than fine. In fact…I really liked it.”

You watched as his ears got red. “Y-you liked…that? Did I not hurt you?”

You shook your head with a chuckle. “No. In fact…you made me feel really…really good.” You smiled, making him get even more flustered. “I’m just kind of tired. As good as you made me feel, you wore me the hell out.”

“I can carry you to your bed.” Soobin said, quick to pick you up. she then noticed your ripped leggings and destroyed panties. He gulped, feeling even more sorry. “And I can help you change into clothes that aren’t ripped…”

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“S-stop tempting me…” Soobin said quietly as the two of you laid with each other in bed. Your earlier activities were…eventful, but you never let up your teasing.

“Who knew that vamp Soobin had such a snake in his pants, huh?” You giggled.

“Stop~” He whined, covering his face.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy nearly ripping me in half.” You poked his waist.

“I n-never said I didn’t, but…” He paused. “Don’t ask me to drink your blood again. I’ll get too out of control, a-and if we ever, uh, do things like what we just did, I’d rather us both be in control of ourselves.”

“I kind of liked you being so unhinged, but…we’ll keep that to a minimum. For your sake of course.” You said.

“Good.”

“But at least we’ve got the hunger part under control.” You said. “Now, it’s time to teach you not to fuck my brains out whenever you have my blood. Are you up for that challenge?”

“A-another one?”

You nodded wth a devious smile. He was your vampire, now, and what better way to take care of him than to teach him how to control himself? There was one way to go, and many, many more ways left from here.

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[shady-the-simp]

Okay ummm what about a Billy Lenz X reader who is just as nasty as him? I always see fics of billy being… well Billy and calling the reader a filthy piggy and the reader always has the same reaction to it. So I think it would be funny if they were like him and called him things like that and stuff- idk this sounds kinda stupid now that I’m reading it over again but oh well hopefully you understand what I mean :,)

Alright anon, my love <3. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: explicit language, dirty talk, submissive male, mutual maturbation, masturbation, female reader, phone sex and any more I forgot

Billy always called the sorority when he felt that strange feeling build up in his stomach. He usually felt it after watching you, even when you did the most mundane of things. Like that time he hid in your closet and rubbed one out while you studied for an upcoming exam. Every time he called you never answered, even though he hoped you would.

He never thought you could be as naughty as him.

"Y/N! We're going to the store! Do you need anything?" Barb called out from the door.

"Just some smokes!" You yelled back, not raising your head from the book you were focused on.

"Way ahead of you..." She murmured before closing the door as the rest of the house left. You turned back to your book. It was getting to the good part, the killer chasing the poor girl through the streets. As you pictured the scene in your head, you felt a tingling between your legs. You rubbed your thighs together in hopes to get some sort of relief.

Little did you know, the brown haired man was watching you from the attic, stroking his cock at a furious pace, trying to bring himself to climax. He cried out as he came into his hands, but it wasn't all of it. He whimpered as he tried again, but his attempts were for naught. He slowly crawled over to the phone, picking it up and calling the number of the house.

You heard the phone rings and you put you book down, sighing as you walked down the stairs. You picked up the Phone and heard moaning from the other end.

"Hah~ Pretty piggy! Hahaha! You finally answered!" You heard the crazed voice yell into the receiver.

"Oh yeah? You touching yourself? Your stupid fucking cock all hard for me?" The moans amplified on the other end as you degraded him.

"Oh fuck!~ Pretty p-piggy! So naughty, just like Billy! Hahaha- fuck!" His moans interrupted his maniacal laughter.

You hated to admit it, but his moans turned you on.

"God, your disgusting Billy. Its cute~" You moaned into the receiver to rile him up.

"B-billy...cute?" He asked in between his moans.

"Yes Billy, you're cute." You said into the receiver as you slipped your hand into your pants.

"N-AH!" He yelled out as he came, body writhing in pleasure.

"There you go slut, let it all out~"

I hope this is what you meant Anon! All the loves -Kai <3

#billy lenz smut #black christmas 1974 #billy lenz x reader #slasher smut #slasher fucker

[thefallennightmare]

Soldiers-seven

credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes(winter soldier era) x Reader.

Warnings: angst, language, fluff, violence, smut.

Summary: Reader has spent the last seventy years in hell as a prisoner soldier; Hydra's greatest weapon. Well, second greatest weapon after The Winter Soldier. The only thing that got her through that hell was him, even if she was the one behind his biggest pain.

Authors Note: Smut ahead! Tags are open! There are a few sentences in Russian in this chapter, translations (best to me knowledge) will be at the bottom of this chapter.

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6 MONTHS LATER

I let out an agitated groan as I let the sparks crackle to the tips of my fingers and wrap around the head of the man that kneeled before me. His cries of pain fell on deaf ears while I stared forward, keeping my eyes out in case anyone else surprised attacked me.

I scoffed at the thought. This man didn’t surprise me, nor did he even attack me. He thought he was being stealthy by sneaking up behind me but before he could press the blade of his knife across my throat, I spun on my heels and kicked his feet out from under him.

His body fell to the ground, lifeless eyes staring back up at me, and I stepped over it, the mission nearly finished. It was all I thought about, weighing heavy on my mind and shoulders because I knew that once I returned to the compound, it would put me in the good graces of Ivan. With how everything had been lately, that was something I desperately needed. I needed to show Ivan that he could send me on these high stake missions. Since he was now in charge, everything I did was under a hard gaze. He was apprehensive about my abilities ever since the first day they brought me to the compound. Even with everything I’ve accomplished for Zola, Ivan was still unsure.

At the thought of Zola, my heart dropped only for a split second. I didn’t feel sad that I missed him because I sure as hell did not. It was sad that now someone more ruthless than Zola was in charge. The Americans had captured Zola and there wasn’t a tear shed for that man from either Soldat or I.

Soldat.

My feet froze momentarily as I thought about him and how his mission was going. Our last mission together was when we hid in the closet, barely able to keep ourselves off of each other. When we returned a day later, we found out that Ivan was in charge and he did not like the idea of Soldat and I going together on missions.

If you both went on your own missions, we could get a lot more work done.

Ivan’s thick Russian words replayed in my mind and I shivered the exact way I did when he first said it.

While Soldat received all the high-stakes missions, they succumbed to Ivan’s errand girl. He only sent me in when he needed something cleaned up which is what I was doing now. One of Ivan’s men was supposed to steal an important document from this rich guy’s estate but failed when he was caught and hid somewhere in this house so Ivan sent me to find him and save him.

“Don’t forget the file!” Ivan called out after me while I was leaving the compound.

I turned the corner and met yet another dead end. An aggravating groan fell from my lips before I turned on my heels and went back the way I just came from. Whatever blueprints Ivan gave me for the estate haven't been updated in some time. They held the guy up in some kind of office but with four floors he could be in any of these rooms.

Stopping quickly, I decide to listen for where he was. I closed my eyes and focused on all the noises that were flowing through the house.

On the current floor, there were two voices down the long stretch of hallway. Young voices which meant kids, so I made a mental note to make sure they didn't catch me here. It still fucked my brain up from when I had to kill that young girl last year, I refused to do it again.

On the floor above me, there were two voices again, these older. Their breaths were short and raspy, moans echoing in my ears.

“Oh, Alexi. Harder.”

“Quiet! My wife is here, if she hears you I will cut off your tongue, understand?”

I rolled my eyes in disgust at the man who had no problem bringing his affair into the house where his wife and kids lived.

Two floors above, I heard a soft female voice singing while water ran in the background.

“Must be the wife,” I grumbled.

Then finally I heard Ivan’s man on the floor below me which I guessed was the basement. His cries were the only voice I heard downstairs and knowing that he was alone, I made quick work of slipping through the large house quietly, playing the errand girl yet again.

“Good work, Voin,” Ivan nodded with his lips pulled in a thin line as his hand gripped tight on the folder I had brought back.

Once he saw me stepping back into the compound with his man hoisted over my shoulder, he only cared for the folder that was tucked underneath my arm.

I nodded in return, hands clasped behind my back, as we stood in his office back at the compound. Finding his man tied up in a room in the basement was easy, as was the retraction and save as well. I got away with only killing two witnesses so as Ivan said; it was a good mission.

“Anything else?” I questioned.

Ivan ran a hand over his face as he mewled over something in his mind before shaking his head.

“You’ve done very well the last few weeks. I’m impressed. You can take the rest of the night off. No training or missions.”

I bit the sly remark deep into my tongue and nodded instead, quickly leaving his office before Ivan would change his mind. It was a rare occurrence after returning from a mission to take the rest of the day off. It usually was filled with rigorous training or leaving right away for another mission. But I couldn’t hide the small smile on my lips when I thought about everything I could do tonight.

First on my list was soaking away the dry sweat and blood from my body in the tub, letting the hot water ease my aching muscles. Then I’d spend the rest of the night in my small cot with the same book I had read countless times over. It wasn’t much but with the hell I had endured here the last handful of years; it was enough to bring a light up in my step.

There was hesitation in my steps as I came to a stop in front of Soldat’s living quarters. We haven’t seen each other in almost two weeks, both of our mission schedules not matching up. A part of me wondered if Ivan did that on purpose, he never liked the idea of Soldat and I being a team so it made sense that we would be sent on different paths. The door to Soldat’s room was closed so I couldn’t see if he was inside so I listened intently; I realized he wasn’t back yet from his mission. Ever since Ivan became in charge, he opted not to freeze Soldat in between missions only because they sent the both of us to one back to back. He would only freeze Soldat when Ivan deemed it necessary.

Thankfully, Ivan hasn’t made me erase Soldat’s memories in a long while. He wanted Soldat to be strong and remember every death that came at his metal fingers. My disgust at that was clear with the grumble low in my throat but I had to show I was happy about it; mostly because I wasn’t causing pain to Soldat.

Once safely inside my living quarters, I continued to walk the path toward my bathroom and let all of my things clatter to the floor. First were my weapons and the straps that held them. Then, I kicked off my boots; them sliding across the cold floor beneath my feet. I practically ripped myself out of my tac suit, the leather peeling away like a second skin. A guttural groan crawled its way through my throat when I let the cool air brush against my heated skin.

As the warm water filled the tub, I dared a glance in the mirror that hung above the sink. My hair was still in its braid to the side of my head, the end cascaded over my shoulder, and my eyes were dark with exhaustion. But that wasn’t what had my attention; it was the scars that littered all over my body.

Over the years being here, I had grown quite the collection from either missions or training. The largest and noticeably the worst one ran along my stomach, just above my belly button. It was about three inches long and the skin didn’t heal the greatest even with my super healing. The memory of how I got it was still fresh in my mind six years later.

I was on a mission, I couldn’t quite remember what for, but somehow got corned by two guards. I did my best to fight them off but when they eventually got the upper hand and dragged a hunter's knife across my stomach. My tac suit at the time wasn’t as strong and thick as it is now so the sharpness of the blade cut clean through. The blood pooled around my feet and for a moment; I thought I would die. But that thought left my mind as soon as it crept in. I gained some strength to kill the two guards and finish my mission.

The sudden cloud of stream brought me out of my past and I turned towards the tub, shutting off the water. With the tips of my toes first, I slowly stepped into the tub and let the heat of the water scold my skin. It washed away the remnants of today and I closed my eyes allowing myself to relax for the first time in quite some time. I hummed a Russian tune, my gentle voice echoing off the walls of my bathroom and when the water lost the warmth that my body craved, I reached for my shampoo. The peach scent made me immediately think of Soldat.

He told me when we were in the closet together that he loved the smell of my shampoo and ever since then I made sure to always use it. One of the few luxuries I could have here.

Once the bath was ice cold now, I stepped out and then wrap a towel around my body. The scratchy material felt rough on my skin but as always, I ignored it thankful that I could even take a bath. For being held captive here, Zola made sure I had everything I needed, with some restrictions. Ivan kept that rule once he took over.

My feet padded through the bathroom back to my bedroom where I froze suddenly, the large body looming in the doorway. The pounding in my chest from my heart was so loud and hard, I heard it echoing loudly in my ear as my mouth ran dry.

“Soldat,” I breathed.

His burning eyes watched me, unmoving. He still wore his mask and tac suit which meant he had returned from his mission probably not that long ago.

Feeling hot under his gaze, I gripped the towel tighter around me afraid it might slip through my shaking fingers. Usually, I have better control of myself when around him but this was the first time I had seen him since our time in the small closet; I wasn’t sure how he would react because of it.

Did he regret it?

Was he upset that I grabbed the side of his head?

Did it turn him on as much as it did me?

Did he think about it like I had?

“How was your mission?” I asked trying to ease the sudden tension between us.

“Eto bylo khorosh.”

The Russian words were muffled through his mask but I understood.

It went well.

I nodded once then took a step towards the dresser to grab some clothes. Soldat moved towards it before I could, blocking my path. My shoulders went rigid in slight fear. For the first time since we had been working together, Soldat was unreadable in what his actions meant and that scared the absolute shit out of me. I didn’t know why he was in my room, this being the first time. I was the one who trained him into who he was today so I knew if he was going to attack me, I would have a chance against him.

My mind swirled with so many scenarios on why he was in here. The one that stood out was that maybe Ivan had said those damn words to mind control him and sent him in here to kill me. Maybe Ivan wasn’t happy with how well my mission went and sent Soldat to take care of me.

“Soldat,” his name came out in a breath, “I need to get dressed.”

He stood unnerved, still blocking my dresser.

I let out a deep breath. “Please move.”

The way his hazel eyes burned into me made my entire body shiver with delight, goosebumps pricking at my skin. When I saw something twitch underneath his pants, I realized he was not here to kill me. Soldat was here for a different reason. My tongue rolled over my bottom lip slowly as the grip on my towel lightened a bit but did not let go.

“You don’t want me to get dressed, do you?” I asked.

Anyone without the trained eye I had would have said Soldat didn’t move his head, but I saw it; a small shake.

The surrounding tension became thick with something sexual and with one large breath, I let the towel fall to my feet now standing bare in front of Soldat. His eyes darkened with lust and my usual strong demeanor faded the longer he stared at me.

His name faltered off my tongue when he began stalking towards me like a predator ready to catch his prey after hunting them all day. The bottom strands of his hair bounced against his shoulder, eyes bright with desire. He was backing me farther into the room and only stopped when my back hit the wall. Soldat was so close to me, I could feel his warm breath through the holes of his mask. I could feel how wet I was between my legs because of his stare alone.

I clenched them together, hoping that it would curb my desire for a few moments.

One metal finger raised to my face, tracing the line of my cheek then my jaw, stopping at my bottom lip. The coolness of it ghosted over my bottom lip before all of his fingers wrapped around my throat and my blood filled with something other than fear.

Sheer ecstasy.

Soldat’s fingers gripped my neck, not tight enough to cut off my oxygen but hard enough to leave faint marks. I wanted to speak, but no words reached my lips.

His thumb pressed under my chin so he lifted my face closer to him, his nostrils flaring.

“Peaches,” was the only word he muttered.

I knew what it meant though; my shampoo.

Hand still wrapped aroung my neck, Soldat pressed his large thigh between my legs and the roughness of his pants scratched against my pussy. I moaned in pleasure with my eyes fluttering shut.

“YA tak davno khotel poprobovat' tebya.” His breath fanned over my lips.

I swallowed the large lump in my throat as best as I could with Soldat’s hand still wrapped around me. He still wore his mask and as much as I wanted in off so I could see all of his face, the thought of coming undone under him while he wore his ignited my skin.

“Soldat,” I whined at his words while rubbing my core against his thigh, trying to chase the high I desperately needed.

He grunted in response, hand dragging away from my neck and wrapping around my back. Our chests pressed together, and I pulled at all the straps and buckles of his vest hoping to get it off.

“Please,” I begged, a puddled mess in his embrace.

I kept rubbing my pussy against his thigh, my arousal coating his pants, as my high was so close I could almost taste it on my tongue.

“Y/N,” he groaned my name into the skin of my neck.

Being this close, I could hear him more clearly underneath the mask and knew that by the tone of his voice, my actions on his thigh was sending him over the edge as well. My hands began treading down his chest to the front of his pants where his erection was begging to be let out. Before my hand could palm it, Soldat gripped my hands and pinned them above my head.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned.

With my hands pinned above me and my erratic movements against his thigh, I felt myself bleeding into the white light of an orgasm.

So close. So fucking close.

I was afraid to do anything wrong or differnt to cause Soldat to step away from me. It had been so long since I had an orgasm and craved it so bad. As if he could tell, his metal fingers pinched and pulled at my nipples before cupping my breast into his hand. Feeling his finger work the perky buds of my nipples and my wetness soaking his pants was enough to make me reach the edge, but I needed a bit more to push me off.

“Konchi dlya menya, kukolka,” Soldat ordered through the confines of his mask.

That was all I needed. His words in Russian urging me to cum for him to tip me over the edge, a mind screaming orgasm wrecking through my entire body. I writhed against Soldat whose arms now wrapped around me to keep me steady as I rode out the last of my orgasm against him.

Our eyes locked and through my blissed out gaze, I saw his pupils were blow wide, blackness clouding his usual hazel eyes.

“Soldat,” I crooned his name, my pussy throbbing against him.

No words came from him as Soldat let me go, the coldness of the room painting over my blazed skin, and turned his back to me, leaving me standing in the middle of my room alone.

Eto bylo khorosh.-it went well

Konchi dlya menya, kukolka-cum for me, doll

YA tak davno khotel poprobovat' tebya-i've wanted to taste you for so long.

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[sachiko1309]

Kidnapped - Part 1

Summary: Lilith, Hotchs girlfriend gets kidnapped because of Aarons history as an FBI agent

Word count: 6055

Warnings: kidnapping, torture, violence, nothing described too drastic

When I heard the sound of breaking glass, I shot out of the bed. My heartbeat was quick and I reached to the side, discovering, that Aaron was not here. Thinking he must have been in the kitchen to get some water, I got out of bed, silently walking towards the door. I opened it, making my way to the corner, but before I rounded it, I saw the reflection of a man in the window in front of me. He didn’t look like Aaron at all. He was smaller and wore baggy clothes. And when another figure appeared in the reflection, I turned on my heels, racing back to the bedroom as silently as I could.

I locked the door, quickly fumbling with the screen of my phone, praying that Aaron would answer it. To my surprise, he answered after one ring: “Lilith, I am sorry. We just landed, I am about to leave…” But I interrupted him: “Aaron. There a people in the house. Two men. They broke a glass, I thought it was you, so I got up. They didn’t see me, but I don’t know what they want…” Steps outside of the door, made me stop and listen. Aaron on the phone was saying something, but I pressed it against my body, hoping my chest would muffle the sounds.

Outside the door I could hear them whisper, not understanding what they were saying, but when I saw the door knob turning, I froze. “She is in here.” A raspy male voice said, a slight smile in his words. I pressed the phone to my ear again. “Aaron… they have found me. What do I do now? I locked the door, but that’s not gonna stop them.” A loud bang made me shriek and nearly drop the phone.

“Go to the closet. There is a baseball bat in there, take it.” Aaron calmly ordered me, his voice not leaving any room for discussions. I scurried across the floor, rustling through the closet until I found what I wanted. Then I hid in the furthest corner, the bat ready to swing, phone pressed against my ear with my shoulder. Another hard bang against the door and it flew open, two masked men storming inside.

I swung at the first, hitting him at the shoulder, causing him to yell out in pain, but the other caught my bat, ripping it out of my hands. On the floor, I could hear Aarons voice yelling my name through the phone, but I was too caught up dodging the fist that swung for me. Jumping over the bed, I tried to make a run for the door, but the first guy caught my foot, causing me to fall onto the floor. I kicked at him, trying to get away, but he didn’t budge. His Buddy coming to his help and grabbing me by the hair. When I felt cold metal pressed against my temple, I stopped moving.

The man in front of me, picking up the phone I dropped, putting it on speaker. “See? Its not that hard, to stop fighting, darling. Tell me, is this your boyfriend you are calling?”

“Fuck you!” I gritted out, earning a tug to my hair. When I cried out in pain, the man holding me chuckled. The first one interrupted Aarons voice, not looking away from me: “Tell me, are you Lilith Thatcher? The girlfriend of Agent Aaron Hotchner?”

I just spat him in the face and kicked the guy behind me, he let go of me slightly and I was able to get out of his hold. But I didn’t get far, the man in front of me, reacting quicker, than I anticipated, slapping me across the face, causing me to stumble against the wall. “Look at that Aaron.” He taunted. “Your girl is a fighter. We are going to have some great fun with her.”

I winced in pain, holding my cheek, forcing down the tears. The other guy got up again, grabbing me harder this time and forcing me to my knees with the gun pointed at my head. He ripped my head around, forcing me to look up at the what I assumed to be a smiling man in front of me. Aaron was yelling over the phone: “Leave her alone! She has nothing to do with it! Its me you want? So, man up and go the fuck for me!” But his yelling was ignored: “I will send you a wonderful picture of your girl, Aaron. She just looks far too lovely in her pajamas to not offer you one last look.” Then he ended the call. The flashing light of the camera lighting the room for a split second. 

Pov Aaron:

My phone rang in my pocket and I fished it out, seeing Liliths caller ID pop up. Immediately I took her call, not caring that I was still at the round table with the team present: “Lilith, I am sorry. We just landed, I am about to leave…” But her quiet voice interrupted me: “Aaron. There a people in the house. Two men. They broke a glass, I thought it was you, so I got up. They didn’t see me, but I don’t know what they want…” She stopped talking and my blood froze. “Lilith what do you mean there are people in our house?” I asked leaning forward, only realizing the team was watching me with the back of my brain. My whole focus was on her. “Lilith. Talk to me? What happened?”

I shot up from my seat, putting the phone on speaker and signaling the team to listen. “Aaron… they have found me. What do I do now? I locked the door, but that’s not gonna stop them.” Her voice now sounding even more scared. I took a deep breath, trying my best to stay calm to not scare her further. The team around me watched me with horror in their eyes. Morgan already on his feet, eyeing the door. A loud crack in the background made her shriek and it took me everything not to yell. “Go to the closet. There is a baseball bat in there, take it.” I heard rustling and her rigid breathing, but no answer. Than another loud noise rang through the phone.

I could only imagine, that they managed to break through the door. A muffled thut was soon followed by a man yelling and a small smirk crossed my face, but that soon was wiped away, when I hear her scream in pain. I shot out of my seat, calling out for her but she didn’t answer and suddenly it was silent.

“See? Its not that hard, to stop fighting, darling. Tell me, is this your boyfriend you are calling?” A male voice that sounded familiar, but I didn’t quite recognize said. Lilith answered with an angry “Fuck you!” And another cry of pain and another man chuckled in the background. “Let her go you fucking asshole!” I growled into the phone, but I just earned a dry laugh: “Tell me, are you Lilith Thatcher? The girlfriend of Agent Aaron Hotchner?” He didn’t even bother to acknowledge I was talking to him.

Lilith didn’t say anything, a low groan was being heard, before I could hear the sharp sound of a slap and her scream ringing through my ear. “Look at that Aaron.” The man on the phone taunted. “Your girl is a fighter. We are going to have some great fun with her.” I was now yelling into the phone: “Leave her alone! She has nothing to do with it! Its me you want? So, man up and go the fuck for me!” But my yelling was ignored: “I will send you a wonderful picture of your girl, Aaron. She just looks far too lovely in her pajamas to not offer you one last look.” Then he ended the call.

Seconds later I received a message from Lilith and when I opened it, I nearly dropped the phone. She was kneeling on the ground, a gun to her head and another man forcing her to look into the camera. I could see her face was tear stained, but the look in her eyes was full of hatred and anger. Then my eyes wandered over the rest of her and I closed my eyes. She wore nothing but one of my shirts and a black lacy thong. I shut off the phone, shoving it into my pocket and running down the hallway towards the elevator. Behind me, I could hear the team following, Morgan calling Garcia to get her onto the traffic cameras around my home.

Pov Lilith:

After they had taken my picture, I was knocked out. The next thing I saw was a run-down room. The wallpaper, starting to roll from the walls, dust and dirt in every corner. A window with shutters and curtains to the left of me, a table and two more chairs to the right of me. In front of me was a door and a tripod with a camera on top of it. Then I looked down on me. My wrists were bound to the arms of the chair but the rest of my body was free. Maybe I could get rid of the rope around my wrists with my mouth…

But my thoughts were suddenly interrupted, when the door sprung open and the two men came in. This time they didn’t wear masks. And having seen enough crime shows, I knew that that probably meant they were going to kill me after they got what they wanted. Both were roughly 6ft tall, one dark haired, the other blond. The blond one slightly resembling Alexander Ludwig from the Vikings while the other could be the uglier younger brother of Gary Oldman. “Look at that, sleeping beauty finally decided to wake up.” Oldman said, a smirk on his lips.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have hit me that hard.” I growled, eyeing him up and down. He just chuckled even more, the smile on his face turning from arrogant to intrigued. “Still a little biter, I see. But don’t worry we will put that mouth of yours to good use.” He nodded towards the camera. “Any you know whats even better? Your big man is going to have a front row seat right from his living room.” Turning the laptop underneath the tripod around, I could see Hotch and the team standing in the living room. Suddenly turning around looking at me. “Let the show begin.” Oldman said, clearly not worried about his face being on camera, he stepped behind me.

“I always imagined someone being called Lilith would have raven black hair, but I guess this dark purple is almost as fitting.” He chimed, taking a strand of my hair between his fingers. I took my chance snapping my teeth at his hand, missing his fingers by mere millimeters. A sharp sting shot through my head, when he tugged me by my hair, forcing me to look up at him. “I would be very careful of your next move, you bitch. Otherwise, I will stuff that pretty mouth of yours.”

“He is going to kill you!” I hissed, fighting hard against the tears starting to form in my eyes at the pain. Oldman just laughed. “Oh yes. He might want to, when I am finished with you. But guess what? He wont find me. The only thing he will ever find of this is your body and depending on how good you cooperate he wont need to get a DNA check to identify you.”

“They have seen your face. They will find you and your fucking friend. All that macho man you are showing right now will be out of the window the second Aaron gets you.” I growled, not taking my eyes off the man above me. He just tilted my head forward, forcing me to look into the camera. “You have a pretty high opinion on your boyfriend. A shame we have to take you away from him for what he did. Any last words to him? Because from now on, all he will hear is your scream. So much that he will never forget it.”

I looked at the camera, not able to move my head. Closing my eyes, I pressed out. “Go to hell you motherfucking son of a bitch.” Then I opened my eyes again. “Kill him, Aaron.”

Pov Aaron:

The second I entered my home; I rushed through the apartment and into the bedroom. My heart starting to beat regularly, when I saw no blood on the floor and no signs of a struggle. They apparently did not cause her any pain or injury. Morgan was only steps behind me, but I didn’t really process his presence. Kneeling on the floor, I packed Liliths phone into an evidence bag, starting to search through my own bedroom, while Morgan did the same. It was awkward having a good friend and coworker take apart my drawers and closet, but I forced down the feeling, knowing it was to get her back.

Morgan chuckling inside the walk-in closet made me turn my head. “Put that drawer back.” I ordered, not needing to turn around to know what he found. “Looks like she keeps you busy even outside of work…” Morgan teased with an audible grin and I had to fight hard not to lash out at him. “Morgan, I swear, put it back…” But it was already too late. A gasp made me sigh and step next to him. Without any comment, I took the whip he held out of his hand and hung it back to its place. Then I shoved the ropes and toys back into the drawer, closing it with an annoyed look on my face. “One word and I will personally make you switch units.”

Nodding with a gulp, Morgan stepped out of the closet and I followed him back into the living room. The team had already checked the rest of the apartment, now standing in a circle in my living room. All of the sudden my TV turned on and I spun around. And what I saw made my blood boil and freeze at the same time. Lilith was bound to a chair inside a shaggy room. There were no windows or anything in sight that could have helped identifying where she was being held. I snapped my fingers, but Morgan was already on the phone, telling Garcia to track back the livestream.

“Let the show begin.” The voice that spoke to me earlier said, clearly not worried about his face being on camera, he stepped behind Lilith. Garcia was suddenly in my ear, Morgan holding his phone to my ear. “I cant track it. Its routed over to many servers, jumping signals left and right.” She sounded desperate, but I ignored her voice, completely focused on what I saw. Stepping closer to the TV I just stood there staring in shock at what was broadcasted.

“I always imagined someone being called Lilith would have raven black hair, but I guess this dark purple is almost as fitting.” The man behind my girl chimed, taking a strand of her hair between his fingers. Lilith took her chance snapping her teeth at his hand, missing his fingers by mere millimeters. He pulled back his hand, tugging her by her hair, forcing her to look up at him. “I would be very careful of your next move, you bitch. Otherwise, I will stuff that pretty mouth of yours.”

“He is going to kill you!” Lilith hissed, earning just a laugh. “Oh yes. He might want to, when I am finished with you. But guess what? He wont find me. The only thing he will ever find of this, is your body and depending on how good you cooperate, he wont need to get a DNA check to identify you.”

“They have seen your face. They will find you and your fucking friend. All that macho man you are showing right now will be out of the window the second Aaron gets you.” Lilith growled, not taking her eyes off the man above her. I was both proud and scared at the same time, seeing her stand up against her kidnapper. I knew that based on his desperate need to mock me, that the longer she fought back and gave him a reason to hurt me more, the longer she would live. But at what cost…

“You have a pretty high opinion on your boyfriend. A shame we have to take you away from him for what he did. Any last words to him? Because from now on, all he will hear is your scream. So much that he will never forget it.” The man said, looking me directly in the eyes, forcing Lilith to do the same. She closed her eyes “Go to hell you motherfucking son of a bitch.” Then she opened them again. “Kill him, Aaron.”

That sentence jump started me into action. I turned to my team, clenching my jaw at the blood hurtling scream behind me. “Garcia, I want you to check out every database for that man. Find him and his friend. Reid, I want you to go back and make a list of all the places they could have taken her. Morgan you will try to figure out how they got in and around the alarm system. The rest comes with me. I need you to help me work through all the cases I ever worked on. That man is in there I know it.”

As soon as I stopped talking, everyone jumped into action. JJ, Emily, Rossi, Reid and me raced down the stairs, spreading on two cars leaving one behind for Morgan and speeding back to the bureau. As soon as the car was in park, I jumped out, running for the elevator again. The others hot on my heels.

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