Night Creatures

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I’m not gone, I have been stuck in bed for the past week... I’m now starting to feel better. 

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I’m in a business trip since yesterday, thought I would have more time, it turns out I was so damn wrong. 

Be back on Thursday 

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Hell can Wait || Christopher & Eden

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it was not a decision that was made in the spur of a moment. or at least, that’s what eden would like to think. the rumors circulating around the campus, even people she didn’t know talked about it. whenever she walked by, people stared at her like she was some kind of freakshow. and in some way, wasn’t she? what kind of girl had intimate relations with her own father? there was no way she could go back there anymore and frankly, she didn’t want to. the shame she brought upon their family; she felt more ashamed than anything else that swallowing all those pills seemed to have been the easy way out. and it was, until she finally began to stir into consciousness.

green hues slowly fluttered open as the light staring back at her almost blinded her. blinking a few times as she adjusted to the brightness, her first thought was if this was the afterlife–if she may have succeeded. her mind was still quite hazy with the sedative she was under, still familiarizing herself with her surroundings. little by little, she began to realize that this was not hell or the purgatory at best. the drab walls in front of her, the wires connected to her and the sound of the machine monitoring her heartbeat.

glancing on her side, her eyes landed on her father who was sitting next to her bed. if she wasn’t already pale enough, the color would have definitely been drained from her face right now. she opened her mouth to say something, but her throat was too dry to even form words. instead, she just ended up making a grunting sound.

The grunting sound made him look her way. The doctor had said he wasn’t sure when she was walking up, so he had stayed in her room waiting, making sure that she had what she needed, that if a beep on the machine was strange he had a nurse checking her right away. Christopher was angry with her, he sure was, but he still wanted her to be cared for. His wrath wasn’t getting in the was of the protective side of him. 

Walking to her, he brought a glass of water with him, and a straw. They said she would be dehydrated, a side effect from cleaning her up. Putting the straw to her lips he used that same hand to pet her hair. She was there, she was awake and alive. The relief that wasn’t over him pushed the tense nod on his neck away. Christopher hadn’t slept, not properly at least, ever since they got into the hospital. He had paced the hallways waiting for someone to tell him she was okay. He had watched over her as she slept in that same room. He yelled at people, was rude and for a second there he let it all go away. She was there, she was awake and alive. 

But then the memory of her doing such a thing came rushing back. Not only had she tried to take her life, but she had also done it in her room, the same room they shared countless nights. The room they laughed and enjoyed each other. She had the nerve to do such a degrading act in that room. He was not happy, most of all he was disappointed and angry at her. And he had no intention of hiding that from his face.  

“Why?“ was the only thing he managed to say that didn’t come out in a scream. 

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not to be dramatic or anything but i really want a sugar daddy/sugar baby plot where the muse a is “ happily ” married ceo of a big company with shit tons of money and muse a goes out to a local bar just to chill when they meet muse b. ofc they hit it off and go in muse a’s car and fuck all night and in the morning muse a offers muse b a proposition, if muse b agrees to be muse a’s mistress then muse a will give muse b anything they want starting their sugar baby/sugar daddy relationship. it’s all good until muse a sees muse b all over another guy and looses it and gets into a huge fight with muse b that ends with muse a fucking muse b up against his car and yea gimmie this smut i need sneaky around and sexting while around his wife nd getting him riled up like yes pls thank u 

i also really want a sugar baby/ sugar daddy plot/ gang leader/princess  plot, muse a is the leader of a notorious gang that’s known all over. muse a is looked up to by everyone. his sugarbaby , muse b, is always by their side making them feel better and distressed. that could lead to rough sex anywhere and everywhere in their house or simply just cuddling or even muse b showing off their new lingerie that muse a bought them just for being a good lil babe i just want a badass givin spanks to his cute lil princess pls n thank u 

i really want a poly sugar baby / sugar daddy plot , just imagine muse a and muse b are happily married looking for some excitement in their life. that’s why they sign up for some random hookup site and find muse c. they were both immediately drawn to muse c and wanted them to ‘ join ‘ their relationship. muse a is on the fence a little but with some convincing from muse c they finally are on board. muse a and muse b pamper muse c like their sweet baby ,nd fuck the shit outta them all the time ,and this could just be full of smut and fluff and angst nd maybe a baby along the way but that depends 

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The Game || Christopher & Jubilee

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Jubilee had been scamming and scheming for as long as she could remember. A subtle touch here, flutter your lashes and a quick brush of the body, and she had men eating out of the palm of her hand. Men were so stupid… and she loved them for it. There were so many tactics she used to get the money she wanted, and she never regretted it. If the men were foolish enough to just come for sex, she would teach them a lesson; a lesson is what she taught his friend. He was a simple man with a rather interesting taste, and sickly Lee enjoyed blackmailing him with a video. She wouldn’t have usually taken that route, but Lee loved a bit of entertainment. 

The woman had taken everything in her departure a little over a year ago. She never stayed in one place long, but her new target had a family here. The pair had just finished off dinner when Lee decided she didn’t want to pretend for the rest of the night. With a kiss near the man’s mouth and sweet smile, she slithered her way out of nightly activities. The beauty had strict rules about not sleeping with the targets, and so far she had kept her end up - the men, on the other hand, had been put into compromising situations. 

Her curvy figure was tucked into the corner of the bar, trying to unwind for the evening before heading back to her hotel room. That was until she spotted someone eyeing her. A playful smirk appeared as she drank from her wine glass. 

“That’s fine, but don’t expect much. It’s been a long day,” she giggled. A few sleek strands of hair were tucked behind her ear as she continued to eye the man. He could be a potential target down the line; he looked like he had money. Vibrant red nails toys with the stem of her glass.

She wasn’t the type of woman he would go after or even worked to get. First of all, she was actually a woman, not just some girl. Christopher mostly went after the girls that screamed daddy issues, that liked older men and found them fascinating, and were so desperate to have someone fill the role of caretaker that he would have them call him daddy before the first drink was over. It was easy enough, but he already put so much of his energy into his work that sometimes he just wanted a willing body under him. Who cared if they had nothing between their heads, most time he just wanted what was between her legs and be done with them. 

So Christopher had never been the type to peacock and display all his wealth to get a girl. He found that most time he would only get golddiggers or con artists, but this time he was actually after a con artist, so he had to do things differently. “Let's have a wager” he pushed his black credit card to the bartender to cover the expenses “If your day was longer than mine... I will let you go to your well-deserved rest...” he twisted his wrist pulling her attention to his watch, another no in the attention gathering rules “But if in the next five minutes we come to the conclusion I had the worst day... then you let me buy you lunch...” he smiled, that sweet charming smile that gets him everything.

“You know... to make it up for my crappy day...“

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She hadn’t expected that answer. The owner of the house? Did he have a strained relationship with his father later in his life, so much so for him to refer to him as just the owner of the house? Because the way the man was present in so many of the photos, he wasn’t just the owner who sometimes let Roderick visit. The brunette continued to look at him in thought, waiting for him to elaborate. And elaborate he did.

Now, custodian made much more sense. “I’m sorry to know,” she whispered, moving closer to him. She could see the sadness in eyes. If the photos weren’t proof enough, it was now quite evident that they were close. The man opening up about his personal life made her see him in a different light altogether. She had never expected him to let her in, yet here he was talking to her about how that man in the photos was like a father to hm.

Cautiously, she reached out to rub his upper arm gently. “He must’ve been wonderful. You look so happy in those photos with him,” Stella said softly, offering him a gentle smile. For a few moments she just stood there with him in silence. “If you’re okay with it, I’d like to know more about him.” She couldn’t say she wanted to hear about his childhood, but the older man seemed to have been a big part of it.

Lost in his own head he kept looking at the picture. Maybe it was the house or maybe was the memories hunting him, but he didn’t realize she had moved close. He didn’t even found the will to tell her she didn’t have to be sorry, that was just how his life went. He lost his family, and then he lost the only person he ever cared about. They had long years together, more than most humans had, in that sense he was very lucky. 

It was her touch that snapped him back. His eyes moved from her hand to her face. The kindness in her eyes could break a man. And for a second it broke him. Roderick wanted to touch her face, thank her for her kind words, for sharing his pain and tell him she wanted to know more about this man that had been so special for the wolf, the man that had raised him and made him what he was. “Stella I...” he felt his hand moving. 

‘She is not yours...’

The voice in his head was no other than Demir’s. The man would pull Roderick’s ear if he saw him behaving like this. She was his work, he should protect her, not want to touch her, not want to lose himself in her eyes as he told him all about his past. “Thank you...” he said in his business-like voice “I believe he would appreciate your interest... But it is not my place to talk about the dead...”

The bodyguard pointed to the door behind her “Bedroom... and on your right the bathroom... ” 

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A Taste of Hell || Charleston & Alexandra

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of course she’s happy to see him. she loves him. well, loved. up until he claimed abigail and left her to rot in a cell. charleston gets closer and alex tenses. she doesn’t lash out at him like she would if he was someone else — even though he technically is someone else. she doesn’t know that, though. she just turns away. her hands tremble and hot tears cloud her vision. “i loved you, asshole. everybody told me you were a monster, but i wouldn’t listen.” to the point where anybody who called him that within earshot of her got the shit slapped out of them. slaves and masters alike. she feels pretty stupid about that in hindsight, but what’s done is done. “i needed you then, but i don’t need you now, so just… leave me the fuck alone, all right?” despite her words, she still feels warm and fuzzy when she looks at him. she remembers the way he made her feel like she was the only person in the world when they were together. that’s why she refuses to look at him now. she doesn’t want to go down that road again.

Whatever was going up in that little head of hers clearly had good warning instincts. He was, in fact, a monster but she had loved him never the less. Well, not him, some version of him with a strange name. The craziness in her was making his mouth-watering. This was proving to be a far more interesting endeavor than he had initially thought. 

“Don’t lie to me...“ he moved closer, reaching for her hand to pull her closer to him “I know you need me...” his fingers rubbed her palm, he intended to keep her calm, and even remember her of the love she had talked about. It wasn’t all the time he had a chance to get into someone's head without doing the flirting and seducing before. She was already in love with him so why not take advantage of her. 

“And I came back for you...“

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I just got out of work and all I want is my bed. 

No replies tonight. I’m so sorry...

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Hell can Wait || Christopher & Eden

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Days had passed, and he still shook. Granted, most of his state had been caused by rage, but part of him still shook from the fear of losing her. He couldn’t lose her too, she was what little he had left of Eve and he couldn’t imagine her gone. As he watched his daughter sleep, the beeping sounds of the machines around her calmed him. He even found himself drifting to sleep. 

Christopher had told her he would be home later when she said she needed to see him, but lucky for him, his last meeting had been canceled so he managed to get home early than he had planned. Wanting to surprise his girl, he didn’t tell her he was coming home. The house felt different as soon as he walked in. When she was home there was an energy around the place, she would often leave things around that showed she was home, and that night there was nothing. If he didn’t know better, he would have said she was still at school. 

Walking to her room to surprise her, he was the one finding a surprise. She was passed out in her bed, her body looked wrong, and he knew right away she wasn’t just sleeping. A bit of puke fell from the side of the corner of her mouth and in no time he was holding her in his arms trying to shake her awake. “Don’t... don’t you... Fuck...”. Panic had settled over, and he wasn’t certain what to do. 

The image had shaken him awake. lucky he had gotten there in time, and luckily the doctor had managed to take all of that shit out of her system. He could only imagine what would have happened if he worked late that night. “What were you thinking?...” he asked to her girl, still passed out in the bed in front of him. 

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She had never been fishing. Something about it didn’t appeal to her. Maybe it was the infinite wait to catch a fish, maybe it was the smells. Whatever it may be, looking at the young boy in the photo radiating happiness while holding a pretty big fish Stella couldn’t help grinning herself. She was reminded of a photo of herself in one of the family albums. Except, she was much younger and standing next to a pony, holding her reins, while her father stood behind her. Smiling much like the man in the photo.

When Roderick confirmed her suspicions, her eyes widened and she looked back at the photo. Roderick, the reserved man who can scare away people with one stern look, was once that joyful little boy. The image was so difficult to reconcile in her head, though she was being judgemental. She knew that to be a bodyguard a person needed to look tough. “You look adorable,” she chuckled warmly. She moved to check out the other photos. The older man was in quite a few of them.

“Who is the older gentleman?” She eventually asked. She didn’t want to sound presumptuous and ask if he was Roderick’s father.

Roderick hadn’t been called adorable in a long, long time. So longe that he the word had lost meaning to him, and was no longer an adjective he associated with himself. The words intimidating, scary and hunter suited him best. And yet hearing her calling him adorable did make him smile. He found himself coughing to clear his mind of the image of her finding him anything other than her protector and bodyguard. 

"that is the owner of this house...” It still felt strange for the wolf to say the man’s name, no matter how long he had died, the name still made him uncomfortable. Most of his life he had only called the older man ‘Sir’. ‘Yes, Sir... No, Sir’ that was all, and still, he missed that man more than he could explain. He was not his blood, but he had become his pack. “He is... was my custodian...” father, even if he had never legally adopted Roderick, but when the time came for the wolf to take on new papers, he had picked Demir’s last name, both to honor him, and to keep him close. 

“He died some time back...“ decades in fact, but they had spent more time together than they had apart, and still hurt to think about him gone. And for all intents and purpose, as far as she was concerned the wolf was just in his third decade, not over his third century. 

“He was more of a father to me than anyone else...“ he found himself saying. He had never really talked about Demir with anyone. 

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A Taste of Hell || Charleston & Alexandra

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alexisntcrazy‌:

alex hates it here. she hates the smell and she hates the orderlies and she hates the fucking doctors — if you can even call them that. they’re no better than the masters. they’re at pennbrooke to hurt, not to help. alex doesn’t trust them. she doesn’t trust their so-called medicine, either. those pills make her head hurt. it becomes more difficult for her to remember the last four years and three months, too. as bad as luke, dying, and hell was, she doesn’t want to forget because it happened. because it was real. that’s why alex doesn’t take her pills. she pretends to so the hacks leave her alone, but in reality, they go straight from her mouth into the toilet. she’s gotten pretty good at ‘cheeking’ them, but the staff might be catching on because her case file is given to a new doctor. alex, stubborn as ever, is more than ready to tell him to go fuck himself. then she gets a look at his face and her heart flutters in her chest. “c-caleb?” she squeaks out. he looks… younger. like he might have if they’d met on earth instead of in hell. the resemblance is still uncanny, though. “what are you doing here?”

His head tilted to the side as she called him by some other’s name. Looking at the file he finds the little he knows about the girl. The name ‘Caleb’ is mentioned a couple of times, but he can’t figure out the full story because the damn doctor wrote like a maniac. If Charleston knew the man was this careless he may have broken his hands as well before pushing him. Had this ‘Caleb’ been a boyfriend, maybe, but her file did mention a Luke as well. He figured since he has to play doctor, might as well play into her fantasy. 

“I’m here to see you...“ he gave her a small smile taking a step closer to her bed. The file did mention her red wrist band and the fact she liked to attack anyone that got too close, but he figured if she did he could just take care of her. And if she ended up hurt, oh well, these things had a way of happening. “was I supposed to let you go like that?!“ he still wasn't sure how to play it, but he was certain his words had been a safe bet. 

“Aren’t you happy to see me?“

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curlsncynefin‌:

She never understood his hesitance about using her given name. She knew he was all about the rules and everything, but still. He had been guarding her long enough for them to be comfortable enough to use first names. She felt awkward using his first name when he insisted on calling her ‘Miss Wells’. Hopefully, their deal would help change that.

Pulling her gaze from the view, she turned to look back at him when he spoke. Her brows knitted when he said it wasn’t much. “I would love a tour,” the brunette replied brightly, moving in the direction he had gestured. “You know, I would love to have a place like this,” continued Stella, “You might think I’m joking, but honestly. My parents’ mansion is too big for my liking…” she trailed off, biting back the actual reason she found it to be too big. She felt lonely and small in all that grandeur.

“So, this belonged to a friend of yours…?” It was a casual filler question. If it belonged to someone else, and he was giving her a tour of it, so she was curious to know why. Though, as her gaze landed on some photos she quickly abandoned that line of thought and moved towards them. “Oh my! Who is this?” She bent a little to take a closer look without touching the photos. The boy in the photos radiated so much happiness that it warmed her heart. Though the smile soon turned into intrigue. “Wait…” her brows knitted and she moved even closer to the photo, almost squinting at it, “is this you?”

By now he knew her parent’s place by heart. It was part of his job to do so, and she was right, it was a big place. It had taken the wolf, even with his high senses, about a week to know it all and find his way from point A to point B without question himself or even losing himself. Roderick figured she was being polite, sure she didn’t need a place like her parents, but she could do with more than just this. She needed a proper office, not a single table near the kitchen where he had to do his work and eat when he was a kid. 

He nodded at her question. taking a step to show the only bedroom when she stopped herself in the hallway. He had been so concerned about checking the windows and doors of the place and making sure the place looked presentable enough that he had forgotten the pictures on the wall. He was so used to having them there that he never thought about taking them down. Like the scratches and the cracks, so the pictures belonged to the house. “I...” he trailed not really certain what to say. While he was okay with hiding the full truth from her, he was not happy about lying. So he didn’t “Yes, it’s me...”. He remembered that day so well. They had been fishing, and Roderick had caught this big fish all by himself. The pictured showed his happiness, and behind him, Demir smiled proudly. He loved that picture. 

“I must have been around ten or eleven when that happened...“ he found himself smiling at the memories, the good ones, and the bad ones.