Holy Shit...holy Shit

my body never ceases to amaze me, I'm currently touch repulsed but also touch starved at the same time

|♡| Come Here, Wolfie |♡|

 M!Werewolf x F!Reader

Description: You had lived a quiet life in your village, scraping by without drawing too much attention on yourself, but it would see that wasn’t enough. This year, you had been chosen to be sacrificed to The Beast, a large, canine-like monster that had been terrorizing your village to the point that the only thing that calmed it was the sacrifice of a human female. Just how do you plan to survive?

Rating: Fluff, Angst 

Disclaimer: Cynophobia, Lupophobia, Misogyny, Violence, Non-Descriptive Death, Minor Cat-calling

Word Count: 2,562 Series: Part 1, Part 2 Links: Masterlist,  Ask Me Anything,  Tag List

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“Five loaves of bread, sweetie, and make it quick.” The man in front of me asked, tapping the gold coin he intended to pay with on the counter. He wore chipped iron armor with the crest of the kingdom symbolizing his status as a knight, the salary of which allowed him to buy what most villagers could only afford a crumb of.

“I’m sorry Sir, but due to the shortage of maidens to tend to the wheat we have put a cap of two loaves per family to purchase.” You smiled sweetly at the man who did not share the same energy. 

“I’m a knight, I have to keep my appetite up to protect sweet little things like you, not like there's many of you left. I have enough money, and I might give you a generous tip if you offer something more...personal,” He chuckles, pushing the gold coin in his hand towards me as if to emphasize his suggestive comment. “So why don’t you bag up those loaves and I’ll be on my way? Unless of course, you would like to take my offer?” 

 A wave of anxiety washed over you. You seemed to freeze, no snarky comeback to snap, no act of self-defense, nothing. You simply nodded and rushed to get him the bread. Your head filled with thoughts of your cowardice, but what could you do? Your whole life was closed off and quiet, never standing out from the crowd. And in a way, it benefitted you. 

Five years ago The Beast had arrived at your village, rampaging everything in its path. Your small village tried to fight back, but in the end, succumbed to the claws of the large creature. The Beast had agreed to leave your village in peace as long as he was able to see every woman that resided in the village. 

You had no friends or family to report you thankfully, so you hid away until everything blew over, worried for your safety. It seemed being invisible had some benefits. 

Women of all shapes and sizes, young and old, lined up for The Beast to inspect them, but it had seemed it had not found what it was looking for because it turned every one of them down. You had heard, in a fit of rage, that it had killed three people before stealing one of the girls into the woods.

The Beast later came back with only the girl's head and demanded the village supplied him with a new woman once a month to maintain peace. Your village, weak from the previous battles, agreed without hesitation. 

With time, your village had no maidens left. It started with the poor, young daughters who were sent off, and then the poor mothers, and then the woman of the richer families. Eventually, every disposable girl had either ran away or was killed by the cruel beast. This resulted in a decrease in birth rates and supplies, making necessities such as food impossible to purchase, which proved to be rather difficult for a baker like yourself. 

It also resulted in the men becoming increasingly desperate for wives, sex, and woman to sacrifice to The Beast. Who knows, maybe just letting the knight get his way will save you from being noticed, maybe you can continue to be free a little longer. 

“Here you are sir..,” You mumbled, nervous to look him in the eye. 

Satisfied with your compliance, he nodded and tossed the coin at you. Just as he was about to walk through the door he paused. 

“Say, sweetie? Are you registered?”

You held your breath.

“Y’know, for The Taking. I mean... you are not a noble’s daughter, so you don’t have protection. Plus, your fuckin’ gorgeous, the perfect candidate.” 

You didn’t know what to say. You felt like crying and your heart was racing a million miles a minute. In all honesty, you were probably going to puke. You didn’t want to die. Not yet. Before you could beg for him not to report you, he was already out the door.

A breath you didn’t know you were holding was released and you nearly fell over the counter in an attempt to lock the front door as quickly as possible. You had to leave, at least for a couple of days until things calmed down and you could blend in with the crowd again.

As you were packing as much baked goods and water into your satchel, you realized that time may never come. By the time you returned, you would stick out like a sore thumb. A lower-class woman in a sea of men. your only chance of survival was to marry a noble or to leave. 

Neither seemed to be a good choice. 

“Don’t think about that now.” You whispered to yourself, buckling the satchel and unlocking the door to begin your journey. The first step was to get to safety. 

But it would seem you were too late. Outside of your bakery was the knight, loaves of bread neatly packaged in a bag still in his hand, along with a nobleman and another knight. 

“There she is, I told you. She’s perfect.” The knight you had served said, smirking as the noble handed him a bag full of what you assumed were gold coins. 

Panic filling your body, you attempted to make a run for the forest but it would seem the men already had a plan. One of the knights drew his sword to cut your leg as you were running past him, causing you to come crashing to the ground holding your limb. The cut was deep and long, running from your ankle to your knee. It burned terribly.

“Like that baby? I rubbed salt on it just for you.” The knight cooed, gesturing to his sword before grabbing your injured leg and digging his nails into it to pull you towards him. He picked you up grinning.

“Stop it! Get the hell off of me!” You spat in his face, throwing your arms in an attempt for him to lose his grip but that only resulted in a punch being thrown at you. Your vision blurred and you felt a glowing red sting on your cheek, slight cuts developing from where his rings landed on your face. 

The knight then grabbed your hair, pulling your head slightly to look him in the eye. The fire in his expression had you pausing. “Listen here, girl. Now, you're going into that forest with that beast whether you like it or not. And I was going to let you keep this,” He held up your satchel to your face. “But if you keep acting like a bitch, I promise you won’t even be able to attempt to run away from that monster with both your legs broken.”

His words made you break. You sobbed, barely holding onto consciousness from both the punch and how hard you cried. It was hopeless, you had spent your life alone to try to avoid this fate but it had seemed to catch up to you in the end. No one would remember you when you were gone.

The knights and the noble took you to the edge of the forest. Tonight had been the last night of the month which was probably why they were so quick to snatch you. You were their last chance to appease the beast. 

The nobleman let out a wide grin, his pure delight obvious on his pig face. “Beast! Please accept our humblest apologies for the offering being made so late, but we have an extra special one this month! She is young and beautiful, I’m sure you will love her.” The nobleman continued to yell out all sorts of praises to make you seem more valuable like you were a cow being sold at a farmers market. Nothing but a piece of meat.

The knights let you down in front of a large oak tree. You were barely standing on your own due to being so light-headed, so one of the knights held you up by your hair to keep you straight. 

“Stand up girl, we need to tie you up correctly.” He smirked, handing you your satchel letting out a snicker, and mumbling something along with the likes of ‘just as I promised'.

Just the feeling of the thick rope made you flinch and let out another cry. The whole time you had been trying to convince yourself that this was all a nightmare but the rough, prickly texture of the rope stained with the blood of past victims caused you to come crashing back to Earth. 

“Please no! Please don't do this!”

Just before the night could tie you, a loud, thunderous growl shook through the forest. Quickly you dropped to your knees and covered your head as a means of defense, not daring to look up. You didn’t want to look into the eyes of the creature that you would meet your demise. 

“Beast please! Calm down we are not late, she is right there!” The nobleman screamed in terror. Loud crashing could be heard as the knights quickly ran in the direction of the nobleman and the sound of metal bounced off the trees. 

‘They had drawn their swords?’ You questioned, slowly beginning to crawl away to not draw attention, your injured leg making little room for other means of movement. ‘Don’t look back, just go!’

Screams and cries could be heard as well as the terrifying snarls. The noise quickly ended with the gurgle-like choking of the men and the smell of metal filling the air. The Beast had won. 

Once you felt like the distance you had crawled was far enough you quickly stood up despite the excruciating sensation in your lower muscles and sprinted as fast as you could with your injury, satchel waving widely in the air. ‘Don’t look back!’

But it seemed the temptation got the best of you. 

Behind you was one of the most beautiful sights you had ever seen. A pair of striking sterling blue eyes stared back, completely focused on your manner. It had seemed the beast was analyzing your soul with the way it locked onto you, drinking every detail of your body. 

The eyes belonged to an absolutely enormous canine-like creature, standing proudly with its head reaching just below your collar bone, paws bigger than your own hands. Its body was covered in thick dark grey fur, buffy white facial markings outlining its chest, snout (its white color now lost after being stained with the blood of the horrid men who had stolen you), and expressive brows which scrunched slightly. 

The creature was almost certainly a wolf if it wasn't for the massive size, large protruding fangs, and bulging muscles that seemed to be way too broad for a normal animal. Not to mention the fact its eyes held a human-like expression of longing. 

You had run for merely thirty seconds before the wolf abandoned his kill and tackled you to the ground leaving you landing face-first on the forest floor. The wolf’s massive paws crushed your shoulders to the point you let out a shriek are you fell. 

You began squirming and yelling, hoping it would be enough to scare it off. After all, most animals were more scared of you than you were of them, right? If that was true, this gigantic dog would be pissing its pants. 

“W-wait..,” You panted heavily, you wasted too much energy trying to escape the knights, and now with the wolf crushing your lungs and preventing airflow, you were left weak. 

You had expected a quick death, maybe a single bite to your head or neck, but not the wolf pressing its cold wet nose into the crevice of your neck and inhaling deeply. You remained quiet, listening as the wolf let out short huffing noises. 

Deciding to test your limits, you wiggled your shoulders slightly, causing the wolf to pull its massive head back an inch but not make any sounds of aggression like you were expecting. Very slowly, throughout what felt like forever, you were able to free yourself from the creature's pressure and sit up facing it, however, one of its giant paws remained on your injured leg. 

The wolf ducked its head down lightly and stuck out its tongue, as if to show you it was not going to hurt you, before liking the trail of blood that had pooled from the deep gash you had earned. You let out a gasp as your cut right before your eyes began to scab over from the touch of the beast's soft tongue. 

The wolf seemed to stair you down, both perplexed and infatuated with you. You didn’t know how to carry on from here.

“Just what are you?” 

The wolf seemed to look around ashamed, licking its lips to get the last of the blood that remained, both from your leg and the men. That's right, how could you forget? the wolf made it easy to forget how dangerous and terrifying it was five seconds ago with how docile it acted now.

You were grateful for this moment of silence, using it to take notice of your surroundings and calm the rapid beat in your chest. The mist of the forest calmed your hot cheeks and irritated skin and the strong smell of pine soothed your raw throat. You took big gulps of the cold, refreshing air. 

Suddenly you realized you still had your satchel containing the food you had packed. You didn’t know what was going to happen in these next few hours, so you decided to find some comfort in the treats. 

Looking inside the bag you saw that most of the food was destroyed from all the running and tackling, however one was still good enough to eat, a single raspberry danish you had made fresh this morning. 

You took a single bite and let out a sigh of contentment as the flavors melt on your tongue. Your gaze lifted back to the wolf who looked at you curiously, head titled with one ear pointed out. “You want one?” You asked softly.

Quickly you raked your brain trying to figure out if the danish had contained anything harmful to the creature, which you later realized was a dumb move considering it would have benefited you if it were to drop dead. You broke off a piece of the sweet, holding your hand out to the beast. “You’re very lucky I didn’t drizzle chocolate on it,” you chuckled at your remark, which the beast instantly perked up and began to thump its tail rapidly on the ground at the sound. 

It seemed to like you. 

“Come here, Wolfie. It’s okay, you can take it.” You affirmed, watching in awe as it cautiously opened its mouth to bite the sweet before retracting back and smacking its lips. Its tail wagging only seemed to increase tenfold.

At that moment you were no longer afraid of the beast, but rather a burning curiosity had been ignited. You wondered what this creature's intentions were? Where had it come from? Why on Earth was it terrorizing your village? But your questions were put aside when you jumped from a sudden voice, deep and raspy, sounding as if it had surrounded you from all angles. 

“Thank you...”

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THE START OF SOMETHING AMAZING

You stared into nothingness, tuning in the gentle sighs of the trees and the trilling of rain frogs, before comprehending the gloomy skies. Your breath in the petrichor smells and let the tepid breeze flutter through your now unruly hair—it was rather serene. You took your bags from the dampened ground and approached the aged cottage, your stomach was already churning with the feeling of anticipation. Your hand takes the knob and effortlessly the door gives away.

“It was unlocked!?” You thought, easing past the door and heaving as dust wafts you in the face. You glanced over the place, spotting the furniture that was covered by worn sheets. You grab a fist full of a sheet and jerk it away, unveiling a vintage sofa.

“Wow.” You awed quietly, running your fingers along the velvety cushion. You settled down on the edge of the sofa, trying out the comfiness of it. You then laid back and rested your head, pleased. Exhaling, you aroused from your spot and dragged your bags closer to you. You probed around your bags, fetching your journal and utensils.

You pulled the door shut behind you, giving it an extra tug to ensure the door stayed closed. You neared closer to the forest, stopping at the verge, and gaped up at the continuous canopy of trees. You had overheard many tales from your colleagues about this seemingly normal woodland, one of them being about a man who was drunkenly dared to enter the forest by one of his buddies. When the man reappeared from the forest, he was shaken with fear and his lips were trembling as his fumble out the same words incessantly: “it’s coming for me, that damned winged creature, it’s gonna fucking kill me!”

Your reasoning for being here wasn’t just to figure out what unworldly beings that the forest withhold, maybe you were considerably curious, but you wanted to discover an uncommon mushroom that was rumored by many of your colleagues. Its appearance is of an ink cap mushroom, though its color differs and is bluish with hints of magenta, and it possessed many healing properties. From what you read, it was given the name Polifious Pinian.  

 Even with those ominous stories being told, you were unbothered, and were ready to embrace whatsoever the forest threw at you so you could make that rumor true. Without a shadow of hesitation, you began your foraging. The fungi was known to grow at the roots of pines. So you lingered around them, inspecting their roots for any indications of spores.

The sky was already gloaming and thus far there were no indicators. Your shoulders slouched and just before you were about to return to the cottage, a glimmer caught your eye. You wandered over to the object, it resemble a tiara. It appeared to be crafted from limbs and leaves that protruded from the head piece, it was also accompanied by a pearl embedded in waned silver.  

‘Swoosh!’ 

You Flinched, stumbling onto your bottom. “W-what the-” 

Your eyes skimmed your vicinity, though you didn’t see anything but you could feel it. You slowly turned, your skin prickling at the eerie tension, expecting to see two other eyes but still there was nothing—not even an critter. You pushed yourself from the ground, snatching the tiara up, and darted in the direction of the cottage. Whispers then began to swarm you, clouding your senses in a way. 

“Give it back, girl!” 

You yanked the front door open, slamming it shut hastily, and yet those insistent words remained in in the back of your mind. You crouched down and you covered your ear with your hands. 

“Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!” You repeacted, your murmuring voice coming to shout. 

In that position, you resided trying to ease your pounding heart and shallow breaths. You raised from the hardwood floor and creeped towards the kitchen; taking a glass and filling it with water and ice. Your trembling hand brings the glass to your lips and you took couple of swigs of it, somehow it diminished the adrenaline and anxieties. You then sat the cup down and left to the bedroom, ending your night without being the prey. 

//Word Count: 706//

//Published: May 16, 2022//

BRO I LOVE THIS SM YOU DONT UNDERSTAND

OKAY SO I GOT A REQUEST FOR YOU! gimme some dry humping/grinding with a character of your choice <3 Please and thankyou🤲

BABY’S FIRST REQUEST AAAAA!!! thank u so much bestie! i’m gonna do Iida, cause everybody sleeps on him lmao. afab gn!reader, nsfw under the cut, mdni!

The Iida everyone knows and sees is strict. A bit of a control freak who likes to stick to the rules and values disorder. The Iida you see, more specifically are seeing right now is…the exact opposite.

He’s hovering above you, so so large but he doesn’t make you feel suffocated. His face is flushed clear down to his chest and he’s panting. His brows are furrowed and his glasses have slid down the tip of his nose, and his eyes are clenched shut. his hands are holding on to your hips, squeezing intermittently when he feels a particularly strong wave of pleasure course through him. he’s so incredibly hard, and his cock is pressed up between your legs. You can feel it through the layers of clothing that separate you, neither of you having even undressed.

You’re a little surprised at this turn of events, but you can’t say you’re complaining. It started with a kiss. Sure, you’ve kissed Iida before. Of course. He’s your beloved, easily flustered, adorable boyfriend and you adore him, but…he’d never kissed you like this before. Hands finding your hips, lips pressing a bit harder against your own, moving and soft and warm. Hesitantly, he slides the tip of his tongue into your mouth and you meet it with your own, tangling them together.

He’s leaning into you, pushing you backwards until you feel your legs meet your bed. You sit and scoot back and he follows you as if he’s in a daze, eyes half lidded as he crawls over you, eagerly reconnecting your lips as his hands move to your hips again. You lean back a bit and he still follows you, groaning into the kiss as his hips settle between your own, bringing you to the present moment.

You’re not sure if he’s fully aware of what he’s doing. He’s started to move his hips, grinding his cock against you slowly. You pull back from the kiss. One look at his face and you can tell he’s not thinking clearly…or at all, really. He’s panting against your lips, trying to bring them together again. You don’t want to stop but— “Wait Iida, hold on.” You’re panting now too, body screaming in frustration because it was starting to feel so good but…you know your boyfriend. He can be reckless when he’s impulsive (something that is very rare) and you love him too much to keep going without talking to him first. He pulls back and sits up more on his knees, you following suit as you reach towards his face and push his glasses gently up his nose so they’re seated properly on his face.

He’s still red in the face but less so, seeming to catch his breath. You try and fail to calm your racing heart as excitement and arousal seem to shoot down your spine at the sight of how wrecked he seems to be. He always looks composed and put together but right now…he looks frazzled and dazed. His hair is mussed up from where you ran your fingers through it and tugged during your make out. You glance down to see that he’s still hard, a bulge easily visible and straining against his pants. Yeah, still not gonna calm down any time soon—especially when he looks like so fucking hot and turned on because of you and he’s in your goddamn bed jesus christ—

He speaks, drawing your attention back to his face. “I…I’m sorry, I just…” He takes a deep breath, pausing to gather his thoughts. “I love you, and I—I want you, desperately. I have since I first saw you, to be honest. I want to do right by you. You just—you’re so cute and it’s hard to—well…” He glances to the side and sighs and takes another deep breath, racking his fingers through his hair. He brings his eyes to yours again. “I’m truly so sorry. I want this to be perfect because it’s what you deserve and here I am acting like some kind or hormonal, sex crazed—”

You cut him off with a deep kiss, wrapping your arms around him. “Iida, it is perfect because it’s with you. I don’t need a candlelit bedroom with rose petals everywhere or a 5 star meal first or whatever. Everything I do with you, sexual or not, is amazing and more than I can ask for. I love that you love me so much you’re willing to make things perfect for me but…what matters the most to me is that it’s you. Please please don’t apologize because I loved and wanted every second of it.”

He looks at you with a hint of shock and surprise on his face. “You—you did?” “I did and I still do if you want to keep going, but we can stop too! I want you too, but I want things to be good for you too, y’know? And having sex for the first time impulsively…I know that’s not what you want, that you want to take things slow. Despite the…temptation, I guess? For lack of a better word. I love you, and I want both of us to feel happy about it.”

Iida’s eyes soften as he registers your words and his arms finally wrap tightly around you, returning your embrace. He kisses you slower this time, but just as deeply as before. “I want more time to prepare before we have sex for the first time but…I still don’t want to stop yet. Is that okay?” One of his hands makes its way to the small of your back as the other slides to comfortably rest on your thigh. Your grip on him tightens as his words turn you on all over again. “Please.” Your voice is a bit shaky when you respond.

Iida leans over you, returning you both to your previous positions as he slides the hand on your thigh higher up until his hand reaches where your pussy lies beneath the fabric of your pants. He presses his fingers there as you shift your hips slightly, parting your legs wider to give him more room. He moves his hand even higher, until it sits at your waistband. “Can I—can I take these off?” You find his sudden bashfulness cute in comparison to how he was before. “Please do, love.” He slides them down your legs gently as if you’re made of glass. His hand returns to it’s place on your thigh, this time sliding it underneath and holding it to his hip as he kisses you again.

His kisses start slow and gradually get more and more heated. He lowers his hips again, but this time when you feel his hard length between your legs, you don’t stop him. He trails open mouthed kisses from your mouth to your neck as he finally shifts so that his cock is pressed against your pussy. It feels so much better against you in just your underwear and you can feel how wet you are as his cock drags your underwear against you, creating friction that feels so mind numbingly good you start to moan and meet the slow grinding movements of his hips with your own. One of your hands slides to the nape of his neck and buries itself in his hair as the other slides down his back to his hip, encouraging him to pick up his pace while slightly slipping beneath the waist band of the pants he was still wearing, for some fucking reason. You wanted him to take them off, you wanted to feel him even closer.

Seemingly reading your mind, he sits up again and unbuttons and unzips his pants. “Can I take these off? Please.” He’s panting and looks frazzled and overwhelmed again, just like before. “God yes, please. Just don’t stop, it feels so fucking good,” you moan, one hand sliding down to replace the loss of friction he provided and the other sliding under your shirt to play with your nipple. He takes in the sight of you for a moment and groans, then moves faster than you’ve ever seen him move to take his pants and shirt off. That’s saying something for the pro-hero, Ingenium, known for his speed.

He slides his hands up your shirt to your rib cage, right below where your fingers were pinching one of your nipples. “Can I?” He asks breathlessly. You move your hand down over his and slide it up to your nipple. “Please touch them,” you whine as you lift your shirt over your tits, arching your back up into his hand in the process.

He seems to short circuit for a moment as he stares down at them, and he lightly squeezes his fingers around the one he has in his grasp. “Oh, fuck,” he says as he takes them both in his hands this time and gropes you. The look of absolute want and desire and lust on his face as he stares at them makes your breath catch in your throat. Iida, straight laced and proper Iida, your Iida, was looking at you this lasciviously. You didn’t even know he could make that kind of face. You knew the sight would be burned on your retinas until the day you died, it was so fucking hot.

He leaned down and took your nipple in his mouth, tonguing and sucking at it as his other went down to your hip to balance himself as he started fucking himself against your pussy harder and faster again. You slid your hand down to spread yourself open underneath your panties so he could—fuck. The head of his cock was rubbing right there, right on your clit. “Haaa! Fuck, Iida right there, oh my god! Please fuck it feels so fucking good, don’t sto—ahh!” Your hips were grinding fast right against his as the head of his cock kept catching and teasing the tip of your clit just right.

You couldn’t think straight anymore. You were moaning so loudly and you didn’t even care if anyone heard you or not cause it felt so fucking good. Iida was moaning louder too, the muffled by your chest as he sucked on your nipple even harder, then switched sides to the other one, nipping and then sucking as he started to thrust and grind against you even faster and harder. Like he was—

“Ohhh god, Iida pleasepleaseplease you’re fucking me so fucking good I can’t ahhhh oh my god please please please don’t stop it feels so good against my pussy, Iida, I—ohmygod don’t stop i’m gonna cum! i’mcumming i’m cumming oh my god i’m gonna cum so hard i’m cumming—i’m—i love you ohhh my god!!!”

As you fall apart beneath him, Iida feels like you’re trying to kill him. Your filthy words, your begging, how warm and soft and wet you are, how he can even feel it through his boxers…and then he looks down and the button holding the fly of his boxers is open and his bare cock is rubbing against your soaked panties and your hot, perfect, wet, tight,— “Ahhh, fucking…shit!…I…you’re so adorable and you’re cumming because of me? because i…made you cum? because you’re all mine? shit. shit i—oh shit you’re so—so perfect that I—I love you so much you’re gonna make me cum, i—!” He takes his cock in his hand and pumps it fast once, twice, three times—he cums on you, cock twitching as he moans and then whimpers a bit as he calls your name.

Iida hovers over you, held up by his fists that are clenched in your bedsheets as you both try to catch your breath. The look of pleading on his face, followed by the absolute bliss as he cried out to you, told you how much he loved you…You pulled him down into a deep, slow kiss, not caring about the cum he shot all over you from your stomach to your chest. It took him a moment before he returned your kiss, brain still short circuiting.

He rolls off to your side as he takes your hand in his and kisses it, then holds it against his cheek as he looks at you longingly, lovingly. “That was...perfect. Thank you, darling.” You grab your shirt and clean the both of you off. “That’s exactly how I’d describe it, if a little messy.” You smirk at him and he chuckles. He pulls you towards him and presses kisses all over your face, ending at your lips. “I love you,” he tells you, as he holds you closely with your hands intertwined between your bodies on the bed. “I love you too. Always.” You rest your head on the pillow next to his as you both share soft smiles in the glow of the afternoon sun shining through the cracks in the blinds of your bedroom.

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I'VE HAD THIS IN MY NOTES FOR THE LONGEST, THOUGH I WANTED TO WRITE A STORY BUT I ACCOMPLISHED SOMETHING

PS. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SMUT. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Gender: Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Yandere tendencies

Characters: Uzui, Suma, Hinatsuru, and Makio

Word Count: 300

Imagine arriving at your aunt's farm, relishing the fresh air and forestry that surrounded the acres of property, and discovering it to be a hybrid farm. She accompanied you around the farm, introducing you to the many hybrids she had until lastly she introduced you to the holstaurs.

The male holstaur introduced him and his wives to you: Uzui, Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma. All were enthusiastic to meet you, teasing your aunt for not bringing you sooner and cooing at how adorable you appeared— you were ignorant of the obsession that slowly aroused within their eyes.

The longer you stay the more it revealed it self to you; Uzui would challenge and run other males hybrids and humans off, The girls would accompany you to your chores every chance they got, Suma begging you to sleep in their stable, and them insisting you be the only one to milk them—getting hostile when they didn't get their way.

When Uzui overheard your aunt concern to you about their obsessive actions as of lately and expressed that it would be the best for you to headed back home, it sent Uzui in a raging fit. He snarled loudly and stumped his feet angrily, shouting that you were his.

When you and your aunt came out, wondering where all the ruckus was coming from. Uzui charged towards her, penetrating her with his horns and trampling on her until she wasn't breathing or moving. He breathed harshly through his nostrils as he turned towards your sobbing figure, which was surrounded by his mates who tried to soothe your crying.

“You are not leaving, you'll learn to be a good little mate and love us.”

You tell tattoo artist Bakugou that you don't care what design you get inked into your skin you just want something in your collar bone.

So he tattoos his name in kanji and you can't read a lick of it but it looks good

I cant remember the name of it and its tearing me apart. Theres a fic where Bakugo meets reader on a online game and he falls in love with her and they have some sexy phone sex and then his friends question if your a catfish or not so he gets all mad and breaks up and then it had a happy ending. I dont remember if I read it on Tumblr but Im pretty sure I did? PLEASE ANYONE HELP ME FIND IT AGAIN IT WAS SO GOOD. 

Can I call you biari biari?? 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

GOD THIS IS SUCH A LATE REPLY (个_个) but im back!! Ty for all your support youve been really consistent with liking my stuff <333 AND YES I LOVE THE NICKNAME <3333 ty again! (ill get to your ask soon ;))

"Are You Listening?"

Part Two: "The Breakdown"

Characters: Rio x Black!Reader.

Summary: It's part two, so I’m not tellin’🙈😏!

Warnings: You’re about to experience a plethora of emotions. Profanity, you all know I got a mouthpiece on me, especially when I’m passionate 😂. There is a brief mention of fertility troubles.

Word Count: 5,000+.

A/N: I just wanted to thank my lovelies again for showing this story so much love. I had no idea people would love it this much. Thank you for all the sweet, hilarious comments and asks💓. I hope you all enjoy the roller coaster you’re about to take a ride on 😂😏😈.

Read Part One Here.

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“Listen, no more talkin’. That clown had enough time to come up with all of it. Find his ass, let him know all my money better be ready by the close of business tomorrow. If not, he’ll be a dead man walking.”

Mick took his orders and turned to leave. Rio stopped him before he could turn the knob on his office door. 

“Take those other two useless idiots with you. Everybody else can get back to work. I’m not paying them to stand around looking stupid,” Rio snapped.

Waiting for Mick to leave, he swaggered back to his chair. He plopped down, plucking his glass off the table, gulping the amber-colored liquid. Rio was on his third drink of the night. Slamming the empty whiskey tumbler on his desk, he leaned his head back, running his hand down his face. Alone in his office, wallowing in self-pity. Rio stared at his phone as he contemplated sending another text or calling you again. Thinking about how you had left him on read and sent him to voicemail was eating at him.

“Can’t Keep On Loving You One Foot Outside The Door.”

-Brandy.

Glancing at his iPhone, he mumbled, “fuck it.” Snatching up the cell phone, he tried your number. Ringing twice, it went straight to voicemail. With the sound of the beep, he pleaded his case.

“Come on, ma. Answer my call. Y/N, hear me out. You got this all wrong. Please talk to me.  I’m worried about you, baby. I need to know you’re safe. Call me back.”

“Can’t Keep On Trying If You’re Looking For More.”

-Brandy.

He’d started to tell you that he missed and loved you. The thought quickly pushed out of his mind. He closed off his feelings and left the message as is. Ending the call, Rio Tossed the phone down, making his way to the liquor cabinet. Pouring another drink, he made his way back to his seat. Elbows propped on the oak desk, Rio placed his head in his hands. Trying to rub the stress and tension away, he massaged his temples as the last conversation between you two replayed in his mind.

Four Days Ago

Rio had called your phone twice, but it went unanswered. He figured he had stayed out too late, and you had turned in for the night. His mind kept replaying images of him taking you apart. In all honesty, he was hoping that he could wake you once he made it home. Rio was in the mood for another round. He had been missing the feeling of you, tightly wrapped around him. He mentally cursed himself for being so busy that both of your needs had gone unsatisfied for so long. Taking a break just hadn't been in the cards lately. All his rivals had been itching to take over his business. One wrong move and everything he worked so hard for could be gone. They were starting to play dirty, going as far as to try and harm you. He had spent the past several months sending warnings throughout other territories. The warning? Touch my wife, and I’ll make your whole family feel it. He brushed all that from his mind as he pulled into the driveway. Having been up for nearly two days, Rio didn’t bother parking in the garage. All he wanted to do was shower and lay up under you.

“Every Time You Build Me Up, You Only Let Me Down.”

-Brandy.

Entering the house, he quickly keyed the code into the security system. He noticed that there were still dishes on the dining room floor. Flipping the lights on, he strolled into the kitchen to retrieve a broom and dustpan from the pantry. An envelope lying atop the counter caught his eye.

“I left a note in the hallway. By the time you read it, I’ll be far away.”

-Beyoncé.

“Christopher” was written in bold letters in your handwriting. The words “Hope it was worth it” were printed underneath. Next to it, we’re your engagement ring and wedding band. Rio's eyebrows furrowed, and it felt like his heart stopped beating. He convinced himself that this had to be some kind of joke. He snatched the envelope from the marbled countertop, spinning on heels. He made his way through the house and bolted up the stairs, climbing them two at a time. He froze halfway in the middle of the hallway leading to your bedroom. With the door wide open, he could see broken glass on the floor. He forced himself to make the rest of the journey. Rio entered the room. Hangers were strewn all over the place. Your drawers were left open, and the comforter was slung backward on the king-sized bed.

“What the fuck?”

He knew you weren’t there, but Rio called out for you, hoping he was wrong.

“Y/N?”

Left unanswered, he stepped over all the broken picture frames that once housed your wedding photos. All those memories were mixed in the broken glass on the floor. Dropping down onto the foot of the bed, he instructed Alexa to turn on the remaining lights. Ripping open the Manila envelope, he pulled out several large print photos and a note. His eyes scanned the message.

“Almost Convinced Me Your Gonna Stick Around, But Everybody Knows Almost Doesn’t Count.”

-Brandy.

“May you regret every single fucking time you decided to play with my heart. I must say, I have to applaud you for such a great performance. Here a bitch thought you were committed and holding me down. Come to find out, you been lying this whole time. It was all just a great fucking performance. Why not lie and pretend? You were living it up, having your cake and eating it too. Congratulations, by the way. Tell red she might want to keep her day job. I plan to empty your fucking pockets before the ink can dry on the divorce papers. I never wanted to be this kind of woman. Since you want to play with my heart, I’m going to play with the thing that matters most to you, money. I hope you liked the photos. They sure did shock the fuck out of me. They're the only thing saving you and your bitch from getting lit up like a damn Christmas tree. Haven’t I always told you not to play with me? Bitch, I am not one of them dusty ass hoes you used to fuck with.”

-your heartbroken, savage, and soon-to-be ex-wife.

Rio sat there with anger and confusion written on his face. What the fuck is going on? He thought to himself. Rio tossed the note aside and snatched up the photos you mentioned. His face fell, and it became clear why you left in the middle of the night. You had printed out copies of the text and photos you received earlier that night. He couldn’t make out whose number it was. There was no way you were sticking around after seeing these.

“Fuck,” he shouted, flinging the photos across the room. He bent forward, resting his elbows on his lap. His hands crossed and settled under his chin as he sat there furious.

“How the fuck…who the fuck?” Quickly realizing who might be capable of sending you such bullshit, he growled, “I’ma kill this bitch. Better count her fucking days. As if I didn’t have enough reason to take her out already.”

Rio dug his cell out of his pocket and frantically dialed your number. His calls went to voicemail several times before you finally gave in and answered.

“What, Rio,” you barked.

“Where are you? Come home so we can talk-.”

“Talk? Now you want to talk? Fuck that and fuck you, Rio,” you retorted as your voice started to crack.

His heart ached to hear the pain in your voice. He sensed that you had been crying.

“Y/N, please. You don’t understand. Please, ma. Come back to the house.”

“No! I’m not coming home, don’t look for me.”

“Don’t look for you? You’re my wife! What the fuck do you think this is? You can’t just up and walk out on me.”

“Don’t even try to play the proud husband card. You don’t care about me. Do you even understand the damage you’ve caused? You broke me, Christopher. My heart feels like it’s in a million pieces. I loved you more than my own life,” you sobbed.

“Baby, please don’t cry. Can you please just pull over and talk to me? I don’t want anything to happen to you. Just please pull over.”

“I’m pulling over. Hear me loud and clear I’m not coming back to that house. I’m done with you, Rio. The last thing you should want me to do is to come home. Did you forget that I have a gun?”

“No! Come home, damn it! Hear what I have to say. If you still want to leave after, I won’t stop you. Tell me where you are. I’ll come to you, mama, please.”

“This isn’t going to be fixed. You’ve ruined this for good now. I’m beginning to wonder if any of it was real. Thinking of how many lies you’ve told sends chills throughout my body. Who are you? You’re not the man I thought you were. Ain’t no coming back from this,” you cried.

“I’m trying to get you to understand that it’s not what you think it is. Fuck, mama! Just listen to me.”

“What can you possibly say to justify those pictures? You were super fucking cozy with that red-headed bitch! How can you explain the damn ultrasound pictures, Rio? Those photos are the only thing saving your lives right now! That baby won’t be inside her forever, though. I’ma catch that bitch when the baby drops. It’s one thing to cheat on me, but you knocked this desperate housewife-looking-ass bitch up! You gave her the one thing I’d been hoping and praying on. Tell me, is it because of the miscarriage last year? Is that why you stepped outside the marriage? Am I not good enough? Was I not a good wife? A good bonus-mom to Marcus? Tell me what I did to deserve this foul-ass shit,” you questioned as your voice continued to crack.

At this point, you were bawling so hard it made it difficult to breathe. Rio hung his head as he pleaded with you to take a moment to catch your breath. The only thing he could do was apologize, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, mama.” Over and over again. “I wish you would believe me when I tell you things aren’t what they appear to be, but I know all the odds stacked against me. Not with these photos. Nothing I say is going to change your mind. All I can do is tell you I’m sorry this is happening.” For the first time since Marcus was born, his eyes became glossy as he fought the urge to shed a tear.

The line went quiet for the longest fifteen minutes. Rio was relieved to hear you finally take a deep breath. Your voice was scratchy and raw. You no longer wanted to listen to his broken promises and lies as you spoke with finality.

“I hope you know just how much I loved you. I pray that you know how much I’ll always love you, but this is something I can’t get past,” you whispered. “Never did I think I could hate and love you this much.”

Not interested in giving Rio another moment to waste your time, you ended the call. Knowing how his mind worked, you turned off the location on your phone. You knew he wasn’t going to give up without a fight. Taking a few moments to pull yourself together, you dried your eyes and continued your journey. You headed to the place you hoped he wouldn’t think to look for you.

Having no control of the situation, Rio was becoming more desperate to find you. You were out there, all by yourself. No one was watching over and keeping you safe. He had no one to blame but himself. All this was happening on account of his actions. If only he could find you and get you to listen. Even if that were to occur, how could he get you to understand what was happening? In all honesty, even if he were to explain it, there would still be repercussions. Sadly, in a twisted way, he had fucked up.

Rio had checked your location before the call had ended that night. He spent hours trying to find you, but even with the help of his crew, the search was unsuccessful. It was back to the grind that morning, resuming the search after wrapping up any urgent business matters. Rio tried everything he could think to do. He had one of his men trying to track the GPS on your truck. Only you were a step ahead of him. They had found your vehicle parked at your best friend's house. Y/B/N came stomping outside, lashing out at Rio for breaking your heart. The two of them had exchanged a few harsh words. He bit the bullet and called his mother-in-law. The only thing that had come of that experience was a heated exchange between Rio, your father, and two older brothers. Realizing no one wanted to give him any information, Rio focused on your checking activity. He looked to see if you had used your bank or credit cards. He damn near blew a vein when he saw you’d made a large cash withdrawal. It was enough money to keep from having to use your cards. He had no idea if you’d hopped on a plane. If you had gotten a rental and we’re driving across the country. Three of your close friends each lived in a different state. You could’ve been anywhere by now.

The past four days consisted of long sleepless nights and endless searching. Not knowing how else to find you, Rio decided to deal with something else that needed handling. Pushing away from his workspace, he threw back the rest of his drink. Setting the empty glass on the table, he exited his office. Mick had returned from his errand and met up with Rio in the parking lot. He could tell that his boss was running off very little sleep. Mick could sense that Rio had been drinking dark liquor and knew it was on an empty stomach. Pure anger and rage were evident on Rio’s face and in his eyes. Which only meant one thing. Rio pulled out his weapon, checking the weight and safety.

“I think you should let me drive, boss. I’ll keep an eye on things from the car.”

The gesture was one of the many reasons Mick was his go-to. He never had to explain anything, and Mick was a certified trained-to-go shooter. They hopped into the car and sped off towards their destination. It was time for Rio to get some answers. Someone was going to pay for being dumb enough to send that text and those photos. There was only one person he could think of that would be that damn stupid. Surely she knew this little stunt would be the end of her. He just wanted to know what exactly she was trying to prove.

Rio was halfway out of the car before Mick could finish parking. She had mentioned some sob stories about her husband taking the kids out of town, which meant she was home alone. He had found her lights out on the couch with an empty tequila bottle sprawled out on the coffee table. Seeing her sleep so peacefully pissed him off. Here she was getting a nice rest while he had gone the last four days without sleep on account of her, or so he thought. His anger bubbled to the surface. Rio lunged toward her, yanking her by the hair and pulling her into a seated position.

“We need to have a little chat, Elizabeth,” his voice was cold and calculated.

Still not fully awake and a little drunk, Beth blinked a few times. Her eyes were like giant saucers when her brain fully registered what was happening.

“R-Rio, what are you doing here? What is happening? You’re hurting me.”

“Trust me. It’s going to hurt a lot more, Elizabeth. You’ve been pretty busy, haven’t you?”

“I have? W-what are you talking about?”

“You seriously want to play stupid? Come on, ma. That’s only going to make it worse. Why’d you send it?”

“Send what, Rio?”

He pressed the gun into her chin harder. His eyes were dark as his jaw ticked.

“The text? The pictures of the ultrasound? You’re lucky you got pregnant just in time to spare your life. I’m confused as to why you took it upon yourself to share this information with my wife. What’s it to do with her?”

Rio's face fell at the sight of the confusion in Elizabeth’s eyes. She was telling the truth. Beth was clueless about the entire ordeal. If she wasn’t the one that sent them, who did? Her eyes filled with tears as she was shaking. He could see her playing their conversation back in her mind, trying to comprehend what he was saying. He removed the gun from under her chin, putting it back on safety.

“I can see from your reaction that it wasn’t you. You’re still not completely off the hook. There’s a chance that one of your ditzy friends is responsible, maybe that bitter husband of yours. Someone that knows you did it. When I find out, and trust me, I will. We’ll circle back to this moment, yeah?” Rio’s signature crooked smile played on his lips as he tapped her cheek with the barrel of his gun. You're going to help me figure this shit out. Better find a way to get that beautiful wife of mine to return to me safe and sound. If you don't, all three of you bitches gon’ feel it. Get some rest, ma. You got a lot of work to get to tomorrow, yeah?” He stood straightening his shirt and tucking his gun in his jeans. Beth hadn’t said another word and continued to stare at him in fear. Rio brushed the hair from her face and eerily stated, “sweet dreams, darlin’.” With that, he made his departure.

Rio had Mick take him home. Not sleeping and running off of alcohol had taken its toll. He managed to eat half a bowl of ramen before dumping the rest. After taking a quick shower, he got into bed. Though his eyes were heavy, sleep evaded him. Rio’s brain was preoccupied with thoughts of you. He wondered where you were and If you were doing okay. He was also racking his brain, trying to figure out who outside Beth would be ignorant enough to blow up his life. Reaching for his mobile device, he made one last attempt to call you for the night. It went straight to voicemail, and Rio slammed his phone on the nightstand. Almost immediately, a notification came through. It was a text from Marcus’ mom reminding him to pick him up from practice. Guilt and stress coursed through his body. Rio had to prepare for the sadness your absence would cause in his son's life. How could he explain that he was the reason behind your abrupt departure? Marcus loved you just as much as Rio. Unable to fight the exhaustion, his thoughts led him into a slumber.

The conversation about your absence had been difficult, and Marcus handled it as best he could. Rio had explained to his baby boy that although you left, it had nothing to do with him. He clarified that it wouldn’t change the love you two had for him.

“So is she never coming back, dad?”

The sadness in Marcus' voice nearly gutted Rio.

“I honestly can’t say, but this is all on me. I should’ve handled ma’s heart better. I could’ve tried harder to protect her from outside influences. I just want you to know that she didn’t leave you. She needs time apart from me to think. I’m doing my best to fix it, little man.”

“Do you still love her, dad?”

“Of course I do. Always will.”

Marcus smiled at his father and walked over to him. He gave Rio a tight hug.

“Hope that makes you feel better.”

Rio hugged his son back, kissing the top of his head, “it does, baby boy. Thank you.”

“Hey, dad, would it be okay to call mama Y/N sometime?”

That very question had been like a spark of hope for Rio. You had been ignoring his calls, but he knew you would never refuse Marcus’ precious face. Rio knew it would only make you angrier, but it was the only way he could get you to talk to him.

“She wouldn’t mind at all. She’d probably love to hear from you right now.”

Marcus sped off to retrieve the phone Rio and Rhea (his mom) had gifted him on his last birthday. He ran to the couch, phone in hand, and bounced onto the cushions. Marcus excitedly sent you a FaceTime request. As it rang, the sweet boy crawled onto his dad’s lap to wait for an answer. Only letting it ring twice, you accepted. Your eyes focused on Marcus, and you completely ignored Rio.

“Hi, my sweet baby! I miss you so much, bud! How’s school and soccer going for you?”

“Pretty good. I scored two goals in practice today!”

“That’s awesome. Listen, sweetie pie, I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to kiss that cute handsome face goodbye. Hope you’re not too upset with me, my little love.”

You were doing your best to mask the pain in your voice, but Rio heard it as it made his stomach twist.

“That’s okay, ma. Dad told me you had to take some time to yourself. I’m going to miss you. I hope I see you soon.”

Marcus was on the same page as his father. He sneakily finished saying what he wanted and handed the phone to Rio. You could hear Marcus shout, “love you, ma! Gotta go do my homework. You should talk to daddy for a bit, please,” he begged. With that, the adorable little devil made his exit.

“I don’t have shit to say to you. That’s pretty fucked up for you to use Marcus to force me to speak with you. What the actual fuck is wrong with you?”

“You left me no choice, mama. When are you going to stop playing games and come home love?”

“You’re such a narcissist. Get the fuck off my line, Rio.”

“You can’t even take ten minutes to hear what I have to say?”

“He only want me when I’m not there. He better call Becky with the good hair.”

-Beyoncé.

“No, I cannot. It’s funny that you suddenly have so much time for me. Now that I’m not sitting around waiting on you and believing your lies. You’ve got all the time in the world. Fucking ass. Stop calling me,” you growled, ending the call.

At this point, Rio was starting to become agitated. He understood that he’d fucked up, but you weren’t even trying to have one final discussion about it all. Don’t bitches crave closure? There was so much more to the situation that you didn’t know. He wanted to explain everything, but you wouldn’t allow him to have even an ounce of your time. Rio took a moment to gather himself. Scooping his phone from the end table, he FaceTimed Mick.

“Yo?”

“She answered a FaceTime call from Marcus. We managed to get her to stay on long enough to take screen grabs. Find out if the screenshots can give any information on where the fuck my wife is. I’m not playing this cat and mouse shit anymore. Find her by any means necessary.”

“Got you. I’m on it, boss.”

Ending his call with Mick, he was startled by the doorbell. Glancing at the security camera left him confused. Rio approached the door, his hand behind his back, settling on the base of his gun. He opened the door, and his eyes fixated on a man dressed in slacks and a button-up. The stranger addressed Rio by his full name. He eyed the man cautiously, replying, “who wants to know? Do we know each other?” The man smiled, giving Rio a quick head nod. “You’ve been served.”

Rio barely had time to process what was happening. The papers were in his hand, and the process server was already in his vehicle, leaving by the time it clicked. He didn’t even have to look at them to know they were divorce papers. Not wanting to scare or upset Marcus, he closed the door softly. He did the only thing he could to release his anger with his son present. He went to his workout room and took all his frustrations out on his punching bag. Half an hour later and he was still so full of emotion. He took a swig of water before snapping and launching it across the room. Alone in his thoughts, he pressed his back against the wall and slid down. Burying his head in his hands, he tried his hardest not to spiral, but it was unsuccessful. Rio’s emotions bubbled over as he called you again. It rang once, going to voicemail.

“You’re out of your damn mind if you think I’m giving up that easily. You can keep ignoring my calls but check this out. I’ll never stop looking for you. I can promise you that. Do us both a favor and just bring your beautiful ass home, ma. Sending me papers, I am not Usher, sweetheart, I ain’t ready to sign shit. Never will be. You are my wife. We in this thing for life, baby. I thought you knew. I know it’s hard for you to believe right now, but I fucking love you, mama. How you groan and complain about my lack of communication, yet here you are doing exactly that. Get your head on straight. As soon as daddy can figure it out, I’m coming to get you, darlin’.” Ending the call, he went to do a little searching of his own.

You had only been at your destination for a few hours. Not only had it been a long drive, but being an emotional mess made it impossible to focus on the road. You had to stop to rest and force yourself to eat something. Every hotel you slept in was as low-key as you could get. Your last conversation with Rio had you constantly looking over your shoulder. The desperation and determination in his voice were too hard to ignore. You knew that he was on a mission to find you. That’s why you had spent longer than expected at the stop before. Your mind flickered back to the previous night.

Holed up in the quaint little hotel room, you drowned your sorrows in a bottle of Casamigos. You Swallowed a copious amount of alcohol as your face scrunched at the burning sensation in your chest. You sat on the bed, legs folded with your MacBook in your lap. Fingertips furiously pecked at the keys as you filed for separation. Summer Walker’s “Throw It Away” flowed through the speakers. Earlier, your best friend had called you while driving to check in on you. She had done a little research after you had adamantly declared you wanted to end your marriage. Your friend felt that you were being impulsive. She had taken it upon herself to explain that you could file online. Halfway through the conversation, Y/B/N convinced you to file for a separation. She argued that you didn’t know the whole story, and you agreed. Filling out the proper documents lasted a while. Having completed your task, you took one last swig of liquor and curled into a ball, crying yourself to sleep.

Sitting at the counter of a cute little diner, you listened to the last message your soon-to-be ex-husband left you. Rio’s voicemail made you so angry that your mouth formed a scowl. He was begging for a response, and that’s just what you gave him. Not giving him the satisfaction of calling him back, you opted to shoot him a biting text.

“If you had bothered to open the damn envelope, you’d know they’re separation papers. I was going to take time to clear my head and make a proper decision. Judging by your stalkerish, obsessive, possessive attitude, ain’t shit I need to think over. The papers you’re bitching about now? Go ahead and tear them up. New documents are on the way, my boy! Save us both the hassle and sign them whenever you fucking get them. No need to send a response. I won’t be responding to anything else you have to say. Let this be the LAST time we have to contact each other.”

Rio responded to your text with a photo. It was an image of the papers burning in the kitchen sink. “Did this as soon as I received them. Any other papers coming to this address will meet the same fate, my love.” You thought about responding but were interrupted by someone sliding into the stool next to you. Ignoring the unwanted lunch companion, you tried turning your focus back to your phone. Only the sound of the lunch companion’s voice sent a chill down your spine.

“I must say it’s odd bumping into you so far from home. What are you doing in California? Are you hiding from someone, darlin’?”

Yes, another cliffhanger. Sorry my babies, but I got to keep the suspense going 😜. I know, I ain’t shit 😆😈. Part three is in progress, but I’m working on several different WIP. Be patient with your girl. I hope this lived up to your expectations. It was a struggle to post part two. I tend to be overly critical of my work. Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated. Ask box is open as well💓.

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