This Is Literally My Mindset

Hi!! Would love to ask for a request for Bakugou comfort with cuddles under the moonlight.

For quiet,shy reader,that doesn't sees hope in the future and beauty on herself.

Thank you ♥️

I guess this is set in their days at UA, I’m thinking at the end of their third year. I’m sorry this took a while, I’ve been trying to work from the oldest to towards the newer ones, at least mostly. I feel like this turned out okay, even if not exactly as you asked

You had snuck out of your dorms to meet Bakugou in the clearing behind his dorm building. The clearing was surrounded by tall trees, but since it was a full moon, it wasn’t dark. You peeked your head out from behind a tree to see if Bakugou was already there. He was sitting almost in the middle of the clearing and looking up at the sky.

You tried to sneak up on him, but somehow he noticed your presence and turned his head in your direction.

“Oh come on. Do you have superhuman senses or something?” you complained playfully and stood behind him with your hands on his shoulders.

“Fuck yeah I do” he smirked. “Sorry I’ve been so damn busy. We’re graduating soon so the exams are a bother, on top of the internship too”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it” you said, but Bakugou could detect a hint of annoyance in your voice.

“You okay? You seem peeved about something” he asked, tilting his head back to look at you.

“It’s just… Do you think we’ll be together after we graduate? I mean, you’re gonna have your career as a hero, and I don’t even know what the hell I’m gonna do with my life yet. I probably wanna go to college, but it might be a bit hard with my grades, and I don’t want to be a burden to you either” you rambled and started pacing back and forth in front of him.

“First of all wow. Second of all, what the fuck are you going on about?” Bakugou asked with a weirded out look on his face.

“You know what I mean. I’m sure you don’t want someone like me for a partner, I’m a failure” you said, still pacing.

Bakugou grabbed you by your wrist, and basically yanked you down so you stumbled into his lap. He embraced you tightly, before loosening his grip to look at you with a very serious expression.

“I have no fuckin idea where you’re getting this whole ‘failure’ bullshit, but if I’ve ever given you the impression I think like that about you, I’m so fuckin sorry” he said.

“It’s not coming from you. It’s just… I don’t want you to have any regrets about me in the future” you said, not looking him in the eyes.

“Love, if you think I could ever regret being with the person I love the most in this whole fuckin world, you’re crazy” he growled, but the look in his eyes was soft.

“You’re sure?” you asked.

“Yes” he nodded.

You weren’t really used to someone being such a permanent fixture in your life. You usually felt like everyone just passed you by in life, never staying, and it often made you wonder if there was something wrong with you. Bakugou was different, he’d been there for you since you met in your first year at UA and you hoped the two of you would be together for as long as life allowed.

“I know that face, what are you thinking about?” he asked.

“I know this might sound a bit naive, but I hope we’ll be together as long as we live” you smiled.

“I’ll love you for the rest of my life, you can count on that” Bakugou said and placed a kiss on your forehead, wrapping his arms around you tighter.

You didn’t feel so bad anymore, there was hope for the future after all, especially as long as Bakugou was by your side.

BRO OMG BUT LIKE THIS IS SO GOOD? AND HIS DAD? OMG I LOVE THAT MAN PLEASE LET ME DRINK TEA WITH YOU WHILE WE CHAT ABOUT A COMFORTING BOOK WITH KATSUKI AND HIS MOM SCREAMING THEIR HEADS OFF ARGUING IN THE BACKGROUND 

Tag List: @katscki / @libidinous-weeb​ 

imagine telling bakugou that you wished you had his mom because she’s just so nice to you and treats you like what would be like her very own kid (except she doesn’t 😭 she treats you better ☝️‼️)

and he just gives you that stink face, knowing that you just don’t know, and replies with “uh.. no. that’d make us siblings tf 🤨”

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Winner Takes it All: All Might/Toshinori Yagi

Pairing: All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Reader

Ratings/Warnings: Explicit,18+

Summary: my fic for the nsfw collab! make sure to read the intro on the masterlist over on @secondhand-trash‘s blog!

When All Might knocked on the door to the hotel room, he wasn’t sure what to expect. Nemuri had set him up on multiple blind dates in the past and none of them had gone well. One had even been with a married woman desperate to “conquer some hero cock.” He shuddered at the thought. That woman had been even more plastic than the action figures they sold of him at Christmas time. Now that his identity had been revealed and he technically wasn’t “All Might” any more but regular Toshinori his life was easier but still difficult in many ways. He worried about any romantic anything ending up on the front cover of some gossip magazine, but Nemuri had assured him that his date was “super discreet” and wouldn’t leak any information. Toshinori had a horrible sinking feeling in his gut when she grinned and winked at him and told him that he was bound to have a “ton of fun,” but seeing as she had already set up the date, he could do little else but to attend. Imagining leaving a poor woman alone and waiting for hours after anticipating a nice outing made his heart clench with guilt. So despite his instincts, he arrived at the hotel at the exact time Nemuri specified. Despite his nerves, there’s no way even the Symbol of Peace with his heroic instincts had any idea what had awaited him behind the hotel room door.

As you got the text that the winner had arrived to claim their “prize,” the churning feeling in your gut intensified. Surely it was just some overweight creep that lived in his mom’s basement that had never touched a woman before. But…what if it was someone worse? They did a background check on the winner and assured you everything was safe but…what if they only cleared their background check because they hadn’t been caught yet? What if they were…a serial killer or something? And here you were, dressed in garters and stockings and nothing else. What would your mom say if you died like this?? Finding out your daughter is dead and is ALSO a cam girl must be—A knock on the door silenced your racing thoughts. You steeled your nerves and wrapped your fingers around the pepper spray you bought, prepared for the worse. “Come in!” you called out, hoping your voice didn’t shake as you put the partial cover you always wore in your videos over your face. The door softly swung open and your visitor shut it quietly behind him. A thin, very tall blonde man entered your vision. As he turned to face you, you both wore matching looks of shock. He was instantly recognizable because you had seen him just a few hours prior when you went to the store to buy your pepper spray. His face was plastered all over almost every single magazine there. “…A-All Might?”

Now when Toshinori opened the door, he did not expect to find someone sitting there wearing only a garter and stockings. What he certainly didn’t expect was for it to be someone he recognized. Nemuri had sent him a link with a winky face and no other message in an email last month. Knowing that usually it was something pornographic but SOMETIMES it was something important in the media about him or news about UA passed down from other coworkers, he opened it. When he did it opened up a video of…you. You were leaning back in a computer chair with a vibrator buzzing away on your clit, biting your lip trying to muffle the moans you were making. For some reason Toshinori found that he couldn’t close the window. He was…transfixed. Your body was natural and you seemed to be in genuine ecstacy. You looked so cute as your legs shook from the intensity of your impending orgasm. “I-I’m gonna…oh god I…I-I’m cumming!” you cried out as you pulled the vibrator away from your dripping pussy. His eyes immediately focused on your reddened swollen clit and spasming hole as more of your wetness seemed to trail down onto the chair. Your pussy spasming desperately around nothing was something that plagued his thoughts and fantasies long after that. He wanted to use his tongue and lick up the wetness and follow it back to your pussy and taste you. He wanted to suck on your adorable swollen clit and hear how many of those cute noises he could draw out of you. So of course, maybe he had pulled up the video a few times afterwards. And maybe he did pull out his cock, heavy and hot and hard, desperate for release. He was only human after all. When you called out his hero name, reality hit him hard. A sudden uneasy feeling and then the corresponding metallic taste in his mouth meant only one thing. “HNNNBGBLERGGAHBLEH!”

Your shock quickly morphed into concern and horror as you watched the Symbol of Peace cough up blood onto the carpet. “OH MY GOD, ARE YOU OKAY?!?!?! SHOULD I CALL A HOSPITAL?!?!? OH MY GOD, I SHOULD CALL A HOSPITAL!” You cried out as you pulled out your phone. All Might lunged for it, panic written across his face. “NO NO NO DON’T! I’m fine, I promise!” In your panic you had whipped off your facial covering and were now looking him directly in the eyes. “U-Uhm….please don’t tell anyone what I look like!” “O-Okay…” All Might replied. Though no longer muscular he was still very tall and had the same piercing blue eyes he always had. Despite what others said, you still found him just as handsome as when he was in his hero form. He was still looking at you in shock, but he seemed to have calmed down a bit. “Are you sure you’re okay?” you ask tentatively. “Yes, I’m fine. It’s just…something from an old injury,” he replied softly, large hand holding his side. “It happens all the time, but I’m okay.” “Then…does this mean you won the contest?” “What contest?” You furrow your brows in confusion. “You know, the gaming contest?” “T-The what?” As you begin to explain, realization begins to dawn on him. “No. I didn’t win any contest. I…I was set up.” As he starts to tell you his story from the beginning, you start to grow more and more embarrassed. “I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t know…you must be so grossed out right now. OH AND-!” You jump up from your seat on the bed and rush to the bathroom. When you reemerge, you’re wearing a bathrobe. “Here I am, sitting bare ass naked, and you were just expecting a normal date. I’m so sorry.” You look at him with guilt and sympathy. “I-It’s okay. I shouldn’t have even been surprised. It was set up by Nemuri, after all.” “Nemuri? Who’s that?” Your tilt your head and furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “She’s the pro-hero Midnight. She always sets me up on “dates” to try and get me to “live a little” or something. As you can imagine, none of them go well. At all. I don’t even know why I let her do it, but she seems to have fun playing matchmaker and usually nothing…like THIS happens.” “P-Pro-hero Midnight watches my videos?” “W-Well…yes, she does.” “And you do too? Is that why you recognized me?” You watch as All Might’s face turns beet red. “W-Well, Nemuri sent me a link in an email to one of your videos. A-And I….I watched it. A few times.” His voice grows quieter as he speaks, turning an even deeper shade of red. You laugh at how adorably shy he is. You never would have expected All Might, the greatest hero of all time, to have a shy side. “It’s okay, no need to be ashamed! I won’t tell anyone.” “You won’t?” “Cross my heart.” He breathed and audible sigh of relief and leaned back in the chair he was sitting from, across from your spot on the bed. “I’m sorry I’m not…what you expected tonight.” “Are you kidding? I was sure I was gonna get some gross basement dweller or a serial killer! Not All Might! You…You’re not a serial killer, are you?” He barks out a laugh that makes your heart do flips in your chest. “Of course not. I try to save people, not kill them.” You dramatically flop back down onto the bed. “Phew! Boy, was I worried for a minute there!” You both burst into laughter. “Still…I’m sure you weren’t expecting someone so old or scrawny. I’m sorry about that.” He glances off to the side as he rubs the back of his neck with his hand. “Hey, don’t sell yourself short! I think anyone would be lucky to have a shot with you. You’re still just as handsome as ever,” you grin cheekily at him. Toshi feels his face heat up. You…you think he’s handsome? “I’m sure you weren’t looking to spend your night with some random nobody from the internet, and a cam girl, no less.” Toshi fidgets in his chair as he looks at you as if to say something and then shuts his mouth. “What’s on your mind? Go ahead, I promise not to judge. I’ve already embarrassed myself quite a bit tonight and you’ve been nothing but nice about it, so it’s the least I can do.” The blush returns to Toshi’s cheeks as he takes a deep breath to steel himself as he looks you in the eyes. “I…I think you’re lovely, and anyone would be lucky to spend time with you. E-Especially me.” You feel heat rise to your cheeks. “R-Really? Then…do you want to?” Toshi’s eyes dart around the room to avoid your direct gaze. “W-Well…what do you mean by that specifically?” “You know…do you want me to sitonyourfaceitsokayifyoudontI’msorryifImadeyouuncomfortablebyaskingbutifyouwantI’mdown??” You stare down at your trembling hands and will them to stop shaking. Rejection isn’t the worst thing in the world…right? “I…I’m flattered but…you know that I can’t maintain my hero form anymore, right? I would…just look like this.” You blink at him owlishly. “Why would I want you to?” Even more heat floods his cheeks. “W-Well…I…I would…I-I think…if you’re fine with me…I would like that. A lot.” Toshi’s eyes finally meet yours, and you’re surprised at the intensity behind his gaze despite his obvious nervousness. “C-Can I…” “Of course, come sit on the bed.” You tense slightly as the mattress beside you dips under his weight. He reaches for your hand as his other meets your jaw and tilts your face towards him. He begins to lean in, closing his eyes, and you feel as if time itself has stopped. His lips softly meet yours and you feel…warm. “Was that okay? I’m sorry, I should have asked first, I-“ You cut him off by steading yourself with your unheld hand on his shoulder and lean in, pressing your lips to his. The world melts around you as you focus on the kiss. It’s gentle and soft and sweet, and you feel yourself melting. Slowly he kisses you harder and lightly touches his tongue to your bottom lip. You open your mouth and meet his tongue with yours, tangling them together. Your hands grasp at his shoulders as he slowly pushes you down onto the bed. “Is doing it like this okay?” he asks between panting breaths. The sight of Toshi’s face, intense eyes boring into you and lidded with desire, red cheeks, kiss swollen lips and panting mouth makes heat shoot straight down your spine to pool in your lower belly. “This is perfect, All Might.” He pauses in confusion for a moment. “If it’s not too much to ask, could you please call me Toshinori?” “Toshinori?” “Yes. That’s…that’s my real name.” You smile softly at him. “Of course! Toshinori it is.” He leans down to kiss you again. His kisses are soft but passionate and breathtaking. You bury your hands in his hair as you kiss him back. Slowly he pulls away, leaning in to press kisses down your neck. He starts softly, but as he continues downward, you can’t help but to let out a shaky sigh. He pulls back. “Still okay?” “Yes, but…just a bit nervous, sorry. Please keep going!” He smiles tenderly at you as he rests his hands on your cheeks and kisses you again. “Me too…I don’t normally do things like this.” “I…really don’t either.” He gives you yet another look of confusion. “Look…I’m new to this whole “cam girl” shit, cause it seemed like an easy way to make some extra money. And when the company sponsored me about this whole event and promised to donate it all to the failing animal shelter a ways from my house…I figured I could do something like this once and help it out. I mean…I figured it can’t be that bad, right? I just have to sit there and moan or whatever and boom, it’s over. Seemed easy enough…and then I can go home and never have to do this again. I’m usually not a “casual fling” type of girl, but…” The retired hero looks at you in surprise and then understanding. “I see. So what made you want to do this with me? I don’t want you to only because you feel obligated.” He pulls back slightly and sits up. You do the same. “Its not obligation, it’s not even because you’re All Might or anything. I just…thought you were cute and I like you and I just…wanted to, I guess. I-If you do.” He turns bashful at your admission. “I-I see. Well, to be honest…I have seen your videos. Quite a few of them actually, not just the one Nemuri sent me. I never imagined I’d ever be seeing you face to face, let alone doing something like this, but…I…I liked them. Your videos. Y-You, uhm…y-you’re very attractive. To me. A-And I’m sure a lot of other people too! B-But I…I like you too. Talking and getting to know you is, uhm…nice.” You beam up at him. “Really?” “R-Really. Of course.” You pull his face down to yours and press your lips against his. “So…can we keep going then?” Toshi relaxes a bit. “If you want.” I do!” He lays you down again and kisses you harder. This time not as soft, much rougher, but still just as passionate. When his lips meet your neck again, he lightly bites down, eliciting another shaky sigh from you. His hands begin to untie the robe at your waist and then slowly slide it off of your shoulders. Toshi sits up a moment to look at you underneath him, dressed in only a garter and stockings, eyes glazed over and hooded, and breathing heavily. You look so good like this, both adorable and irresistible…he hopes he can keep this mental image for a long, long time. He leans down again and starts to kiss from your collarbone downwards, his hands softly coming up to hold your breasts. He cups them gently and then starts to use his thumbs to tease and rub your nipples. A moan escapes you as your eyes automatically shut. “Oh, are you sensitive here?” “Y-Yes, that…feels so good.” He smirks at you as he lifts his head to meet your gaze. “I see. Good to know.” Finally his lips are on your breast as his hand is on the other one. He softly kisses the tip before he slides his tongue out to tease at your nipple, his thumb and forefinger teasing and pinching your other one. “A-Ahhh…that feels really, really good Toshinori! Please…keep going.” He hesitates at the sound of his name being called in your voice. He could listen to it for hours on end and never get tired of it. You crying it out in between pants and moans…He switches sides and continues to play with your nipples. You begin to squirm and squeeze your legs around him. Toshi continues to kiss down your abdomen, one hand at your hip, the other resting on your upper thigh. As his mouth traveled lower, his hand inched closer and closer to your core. He pulled his head back and ran his thumb up your wet slit. You moaned softly again and opened your legs wider. He did it again with more pressure, and you rolled your hips towards his finger. He paused and glanced up at your face. “Toshinori…please keep going. Please…” Your quiet breathy pleas sounded like a siren’s song, and Toshi felt absolutely entranced. Naked and panting like this, wet and waiting undermeath him…He held back a groan as he lowered his head and gently spread you open with his fingers. You felt pleasantly surprised. You figured you might not enjoy this but you found yourself feeling better that you had in a long time. You were even more wound up than when you touched yourself. At the feeling of him spreading your pussy open, you bit your lip and your legs shook slightly. The thought of anyone looking that closely at you would normally make you feel embarrassed, but it just made you that much wetter. How is it that just him looking at you turned you on? He gently ran two fingers up your slit again and then placed them on your clit and rubbed it in a circular motion with the barest hint of pressure. You moaned again, feeling too good to bite your lip to muffle the sounds. Toshinori glanced up again to look at your face. Your eyes were closed in bliss, your mouth open and your eyebrows drawn slightly together. You looked absolutely lovely, and Toshinori felt awestruck for a moment. Then he finally ran the flat of his tongue up your pussy, ending with the tip of it pressed to your clit. He repeated the motion and then sucked your clit into his mouth and groaned. Your legs instinctively closed around him as your hands slid into his hair. He felt his eyes roll back into his skull. You playing with his hair felt so, so damn good. He slid a hand up to your inner thigh to spread it open as he slid his tongue down inside of you. You couldn’t help but start to grind your hips into his face. You tasted so good. You were so tight and warm around his tongue. He began to move it in and out of you. Your hands tightened in his hair as you continued to moan. He began lapping at you in earnest, and then sucking your clit again as he slid his middle finger into you and curled it up against you, sliding a second finger in alongside it. He started to suck at your clit harder, tugging at it with his lips and making you cry out even louder as the pitch of your voice went higher. Toshi pulled back to look at his handiwork. Your clit was reddened and swollen, your pussy stretched around his fingers as your wetness coated them completely, slowly seeping down to your wrist. He let out a moan as he dove his back down to your clit and continued to tease it with his tongue and suck at it with his mouth while his fingers continued to fuck into you from below. You were beyond coherent thought at this point. This felt…better than any toy, that’s for sure. His hair was so soft between your fingers and speaking of fingers…his were thick and long and stretched your pussy out just so nicely. Is this man a god? Well…when you consider his hero career, the answer was probably yes. But finding out he was mindblowing at this as well…You felt yourself getting close. “I-I’m gonna—oh fuck oh my GOD—I’m gonna cum – Oh! Oh shit!—I’m gonna cum soon! Ah! Ah!” Toshi moved his fingers faster and sucked even harder at your clit. He pulled his mouth away from you for a moment. “Fuck, you look so—ugh—so perfect like this. Cum for me, just like this. Please. Just for me.” Hearing the deep and erotic rumble of his voice sent you over the edge. “I’m cumming Toshinori, oh god oh my fuck I-I’m—” You cut yourself off with a loud cry as you reach your orgasm, seeing pure white behind your eyelids as your whole body seemed to tense and shake with pleasure. He slowed down as you finished and pulled his fingers from you. You let out a soft groan under your breath as you looked down at him. His hand was covered in shiny fluid from his fingers to almost to his elbow. Did…did you do that? You sit up and try to catch your breath, struggling against the boneless feeling in your limbs. “Oh my god, I’m sorry! I didn’t know I….I didn’t even know I could do that!” Toshinori moves his hand up to his face and slips his fingers into his mouth and closes his eyes as if he can’t even hear you. You stare at him, wide eyed and slack jawed. He slowly opens his eyes and blinks as if coming into focus. “Did you say something?” He asks, head slightly tilted. You simply shake your head no, too overwhelmed to say anything else. “I hope that was okay.” “Okay? That was…way more than okay. Wow. I still can’t even…wow.” He chuckles. “You…you are absolutely adorable.” “I am?” He begins to laugh outright. “Yes!” You join him and laugh until both of your stomachs hurt. As the laughter subsides, a tense silence follows as neither of you knows what to say. Toshinori begins to get off the bed and leave as you grab his hand. “Wait…I know this is kinda the wrong order to go about things, but…could I have your number maybe?” He looks at you in surprise and then smiles wide enough to light up his whole face. “Of course. Maybe we can get dinner next time or something like that?” “I’d like that.” He turns to go, but stops and cradles your face in his hands to press his lips to yours. He slowly pulls away. “I’ll be looking forward to it.” As he shuts the door behind him, butterflies come to life in your stomach as a smile reaches your lips. “I’ll be looking forward to it too.” you whisper to yourself in the now empty hotel room. Love can bloom in the strangest of places, you think as you lie down on the bed and wait for your heart to slow back down to normal.

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

CUTEEE

HI FRIEND! Okay so Imma try to address every part of your rules! Can I get a GN!reader with hybrid Bunny!Izuku headcannons? LIKE FLOPPY EARS AND CUTE TWITCHING NOSE AND UGH MY HEART! I would like sfw but if you wanna through some NSFW headcanons, I won't mind 😏 I would like it in a modern setting, so like idk maybe a society where hybrids are considered pets yk?

OKAY OKAY ALL DONE LUV YA!

A/N- I hope this was up to your expectations, and thank you for requesting! Also I apologize for not adding the NSFW part, I know how people are and they would criticize me.

Gender: Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Extreme Fluff

Word Count: 316

Tag list: @ariavaana

✧ You met Izuku through school, his studious and curious behavior is what encourage him to talk to you. He scrambles over to the empty desk next to you, his ear bouncing with every step and his eyes big with nervousness; fearing there would be some bashing because of him being hybrid, some ignorant people of society still haven't accepted the idea of hybrids and people being equal.

“Uh Hello, Y/N right?”

You stared at him, simpering. “I am!”

In your mind as you chatted with him, you were in awe at his bunny ears that matched with his forest green hair and the way his cheeks would redden when you laughed.

✧ Izuku would have a journal dedicated to you, he would have your likes and dislikes and he would also have little doodles of you. Even drawing you as a bunny hybrid! Also I imagine his tiny-fluffy tail wagging as he kicking his feet contently while he laid on his bed and scribbled in the journal.

✧ Izuku adores to cuddle up with you on the couch so that you will play and pet his bunny ears, sometimes he would accidentally honk with happiness.

“I'm sorry Y/N!”

“Don't be, It was cute Izuku!”

He would hide his face in the nape of your neck in embarrassment, but would purr knowing you accepted him.

✧ Bunny Izuku in general is willing to do anything for your love, including giving up his favorite berry treats.

“Y/N.” he whined as you finished up some homework.

“Hm?”

You hear something being thrown in the tin trash can next to your desk, you look over to see Izuku pouting.

“I've given up my treats for your love, Y/N. Now give me!”

All you could do was open up your arms and let him snuggle up in your lap, and kiss the top of his head.

"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.

Inspired By:

“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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Ugh I hate how I can be so insecure/indecisive in my writing 😩

I’ll have an idea, but then I have to stop myself and contemplate; “Is that too fantastical? Will people not be able to enjoy the story if I add this?”. I understand I’m writing fanfiction, it’s all fantasy, so technically it’s all too fantastical, but I don’t want to push it too far, I don’t know.

Expect to see more of these random blurbs from me, wether I get responses or not. Think of it as a look inside my head 😵‍💫

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 ;))

YOU MAKE EDDIE MUNSON CONTENT TO??? NCEJHBWUE

no bc eddie suckin tits :( i need….he’s probably so messy n loud i hate him so much

Contents: Kissing, nipple sucking, nicknames, hickeys, mentions of weed, 18+ characters, not beta read sorry if there are spelling errors :(

notes: fank you bunni 🥺🥺 I love this sm

Eddie had just gotten back from his hellfire club meeting and you were on the couch waiting for him while watching reruns of some old tv show. He opens the door and makes a beeline straight for you in the living room, sitting next to you and patting his lap.

you've always loved sitting one Eddie's lap, he always hugs you so tight and you get to nuzzle your head into his neck more than usual. The smell of weed and cheap cologne filling your nostrils, instantly feeling calm as his signature scent fills your head.

But this time, he had a different plan, his lips were on yours quickly. His calloused lips clashing against yours for dominance in the kiss. Strong hands find their way to your hips, softly and slowly gliding up and under your shirt, eventually stopping when they reach your ribcage.

"Can I take this shirt off, babygirl?" His voice fills the room as he is already tugging on his old hellfire club shirt that you are wearing. He gave it to you when you said you loved how he smells. You nod softly as you continue to kiss him, lifting your arms up aso he can take it off you easily.

Your lips pulling away from his as he pulls the shirt over your head, a soft whine coming from you when the kiss is broken. Yet not even a second later his lips move to your neck, his tongue trailing down your veins as he looks for your sensitive sweet spot. Once he finds it, he latches onto your skin, sucking a deep purple hickey into your soft flesh. His teeth against your skin send a shiver through your body, causing you to moan and wiggle against his noticeable bulge in his pants.

You were so needy for him, the moment you heard his keys in the door your body went haywire for him, all your senses heightened so you can get the best experience of being with Eddie.

"y/n.. fuck you look so good today" He mumbles against your neck, the way he says your name makes your thighs quiver. He quickly moves from making marks on your neck to pulling your bra off your tits. Groaning as he sees your perky nipples and perfect breasts, unable to help himself as he grabs one of them and starts kneading it.

Not wanting to leave your other breast out of the fun, he envelopes your nipple with his warm mouth, his tongue swirling against the sensitive bud and his teeth sometimes grazing against it as well. Unable to resist, he pinches the nipple that's being held by his hand. Savoring the sound he pulls from you when doing so.

"E-Eddie.." You breathily moan his name, which causes his cock to twitch in his boxers, unable to help himself after hearing you say his name in such a sweet tone, he pulls you to him and flips you both over. Fumbling with his belt as he looks up at you.

"Fuck pretty girl... I've been waiting for this all day"

sorry yall im like fucking depresed or some shit