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[mochawaffle]

part 2 (sorry if i’m bad this is my first time)

h/n- his name
y/n- your name

I looked across from me and saw a mirror where we made eye contact. My breathe stopped as he smirked.
“found you” he said. I tried squeezing myself inbetween the closet and the wall even more, but it was no use. I would never win against h/n. Or could I? Maybe I should just make him believe I can’t, and then when he’s vulnerable I can escape. I got pulled out of my thoughts when I felt a large hand pull me out of that small space.
“You can’t run away from me love” he said with a smirk on. Oh how I wanted to slap it off of his face. I accidentally blurted out “Oh just you watch” but then remembered that I have to stick with the plan.
“Just you watch huh? I’m going to just watch how you get punished. I will not let you disobey me like this.”
“Punished?” I asked with fear spilling into me, this wasn’t part of the plan.
“Yes, now come with me” he said dragging me before he even said come with me. I was panicking, and struggling to get out of his grip. When we got closer to his bedroom, I let him walk inside, then I jumped on his foot and then kicked him where the sun doesn’t shine, and I ran. I ran as fast as I could. I heard him grunting in pain as he tried to catch up with me. I was new to this house, as I just moved in, so I was still learning the ropes. I was coming up to a 3 hallway route, and I didn’t knew which one I should go in. I knew if I hesitated for even one second he would get me. Then I realized that this must be how he catches his victims, if he ever kills them here. I slowed my steps, wondering if there was blood in these hallways, dead bodies, and with that I felt him grasp my hair, and I quickly moved in to a random hallway. God, this seemed never ending. The adrenaline in my body was slowly dying down, and for a second I thought that maybe this was an empty hallway. Until I saw drips of blood in front of me. I stopped. Before he harshly grabbed my hair, I got to catch a glimpse of what was ahead, and I saw something covered in blood, and I wanted to throw up. I also caught a smell of it, and that added to the nausea.
“At first I was going to give you a little punishment, but now it’s going to be a whole lot worse. I mean what the fuck is wrong with you? I thought you were my wife.” He said, his voice stone cold.
“I was your wife, before I found out you were a fucking murderer! I mean what’s up with that??” I raised my voice just now realizing how mad I am.
“Don’t raise your voice at me.” He said dragging me too the room. “The only reason I kill is for you.” He added.
“I would never want someone to be killed.” I said, different emotions swirling inside of me.
“Every kill is for a reason. Everything I fucking do is for a reason.” He said, and behind that cold hard face of his, I saw something deep inside of his eyes. Something fighting to escape behind his cold appearance, something wanting to be let out. That didn’t mean he wasn’t a murderer. Once we got to his room, he let me go into the room first, and closed the door behind us, and locked it. He turned to me, and I looked into his deep green eyes. He started walking towards me when-

Ok guys, sorry if this is bad and if you did make it here and you like it, should I make a part 2? And should it be sweet or spicy?

ok, part 2 will be spicy, but it’s my first time so i’m kinda scared 🫣

h/n started walking towards me, making my heart race. he stops right in front of me, our lips inches apart. his masculine sent fills my senses, lighting an unfamiliar feeling deep inside of me. i swallow as his hand reaches for my hair, twisting it around his finger. we make eye contact, and it seems impossible to look away from his dark green eyes (or whatever eye color you want). silence and tension fill the air, making my breath quicken. h/n takes one more step, and he leans in slowly, waiting for me to respond. i don’t push him away, so he gently puts his lips on mine. he tastes like coffee and cigarettes, and the only thing in my mind is him. his scent, his taste, my h/n. the famous murderer h/n. a pull back as the idea of him being a killer clouds my mind. i don’t know what to do. “what?” h/n asks in a deep, husky voice. “I can’t do this h/n” I say looking down, and he firmly grabs my chin, tilting my head up to look at him. “Mi amor” H/n says looking deep into my eyes.
“No, don’t mi amor me. I can’t fucking do this. You’re a murderer! My husband is a murderer! Do you think that’s easy to deal with? To think that you take life from people, that you have bodies in your hallways?” I yell, frustrated. I hate the position i’m in. i hate that the man i’m in love with is a serial killer.
“Do you think I want to kill? Well i don’t, but sometimes i’m in positions where i have to. i don’t want to be know as a famous serial killer, I don’t want my own fucking wife to be afraid of me. i hate when i have to kill, it pains me. i think do you, and think ab what you would think of me. I-“ I cut him off my smashing my lips to his. I need him to shut up, it’s too much to think about. h/n kisses me back aggressively, my back hitting the wall behind us. I feel all my thoughts slipping out of my mind, and the only thing i feel is his soft lips on mine. i feel something deep in my stomach, i don’t know what it is though. h/n is the first guy i’ve ever been with, he’s my first everything. my first husband, my first kiss, my first serial killer. h/n pressed himself against me, and i feel something poking me. i gasp, realizing he has a boner, and he pushes his tounge in my mouth. i moan as his tounge explores my mouth, and my eyes widen. he chuckles, and starts kissing me even more passionately. i get lost in the kiss, feeling things ive never felt before. i pull back, my palms slightly sweating. “what’s wrong mi amor?” he asks, his plump lips making it hard to think. “i’m. well, i..” i trail off trying to spit the words out.
“what is it?” he says, his thump moving to my bottom lip.
“i’m a.. virgin. this was my first kiss” i say, my cheeks turning warm. he doesn’t say anything, and i look at him. he looks at me with a pained expression, and suddenly i’m concerned.
“what, what’s wrong?” i say, taking his hands into mine.
“im so fucking hard right now it hurts” he says
“oh my god” i roll my eyes with a smile on my face.
he just smiles and leans in again. this time our kiss is gentle, and he slowly walks us to his bed. i gasp as i fall back on to the mattress, and watch as h/n climbs on top of me. he starts kissing my neck, making me feel an ache between my thighs. i whimper as he finds my sweet spot, and he starts bitting and sucking on my neck. i moan as he starts going lower, leaving love bites on my collerbone. he looks into my eyes as his hand hovers over the buttons over my shirt, and i just kiss his addicting lips. he starts unbuttoning my shirt, and i start getting nervous. what if he doesn’t like the way i look? what if i don’t make him feel good? what if- i get pulled out of my thoughts as h/n groans, and he throws his head back. i just look at him, not believing this fine ass mine is mine. i blush as i remember i put on the black lace set today.

ok guys i have to go, but tell me if you want a part 3. well it’s already spicy, so i’ll continue it, but i hope you guys like it!

[Freezefrozen]

Part 2🌸🌸🌸

My heart raced as I pressed myself against the cold wall, hiding in the closet. I could hear his footsteps getting closer, the sound echoing in my ears.

“Come out, my love, ” he called, his voice playful but dangerous. “It’s cute that you think you can escape. The game is over, Y/N. Don’t hide from me.”

I peeked out from behind the mirror, our eyes locking for a split second. His smirk made my stomach twist. “Found you, ” he said, stepping closer.

“Why are you doing this?” I whispered, fear and defiance battling within me.

“Because I love you, ” he replied, his tone shifting, softer now. “And love means protecting what’s mine.”

“Protecting? By hurting others?” I challenged, my voice shaky.

He took another step forward, closing the space between us. “You don’t understand. I would do anything for you. I just want you safe.”

As he reached for me, I felt a mix of fear and something else—an undeniable pull. But I couldn't let that distract me from the reality of his darkness.

“Just come back to me, ” he said, his voice low and enticing. “You know what happens when you run.”

I felt a chill run down my spine, I had seen the fear in their eyes.

“If you think you can defy me, Y/N, you’re mistaken, ” he warned, stepping closer. “You’ll learn that disobedience comes with consequences.”

The tension crackled between us, both thrilling and terrifying. “What are you going to do?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

He leaned in, his breath warm against my skin. “You’ll find out soon enough. But trust me, it’s not going to be easy.”

I swallowed hard, torn between fear and the strange thrill he stirred within me. The way he looked at me ignited something deep inside, something I couldn’t ignore.

“Just remember, ” he said, brushing a finger along my cheek, “I only want what’s best for you. And if that means teaching you a lesson…” He trailed off, his eyes darkening with intensity.


PART 3 soon
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I forced myself to stay calm, my mind racing for a way out. His presence filled the small space, suffocating, but I couldn’t give in. Not to him, not to the twisted version of love he was offering.

“I’m not yours, ” I said, my voice more firm than I felt inside. “You don’t get to decide what’s best for me.”

He paused, his smirk faltering for a moment, but then his expression hardened. “You’ll come to see things my way. You always do.” His voice was laced with confidence, but there was something else—a flicker of doubt.

I took a step back, pressing against the wall as if I could somehow disappear into it. “I won’t let you control me, ” I said, my heart pounding.

His eyes darkened further. “Control?” he repeated, his voice low and dangerous. “This isn’t control. This is love. This is protection.”

I shook my head, trying to keep my fear in check. “You don’t protect someone by taking away their choices.”

For the first time, I saw a flash of something vulnerable in his eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. His expression turned cold. “You’ll understand soon enough.”

Suddenly, the room seemed to close in around me. His hand shot out, grabbing my wrist, his grip firm but not painful. “Don’t fight me, Y/N, ” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re only making this harder on yourself.”

I struggled, trying to pull away, but he held me tighter. My pulse quickened, and I knew I had to act fast before it was too late. I wasn’t going to let him win, no matter how strong his hold on me felt.

“You’ll never own me, ” I said, my voice trembling with both fear and determination.

His gaze softened for a split second, and for a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of doubt cross his face. But then his grip tightened. “We’ll see about that.”

Part 4 soon
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(Part 4 and 5 is in the comments)🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

[현릭스_케이스]

Someone need to make a books out of this, I'll be definitely reading it...😅❤

[LynlorineNjoroge]

He walked towards me and i started to panic. I closed my eyes and just prayed he would leave. When we were inches apart he leaned in and whispered in my ear"you can't run away from me bella"he kisses my neck and bit me. I tried to pull away but he held my hands and kissed me

[Hanndacc]

Nooo I hate being early i need pt.2🫠😢😢

[KaliyahRaichart]

I say RED FLAG WHERE?



What do us girls say EVERYWHERE but do we care

[AmusedBreakfast-yvzx]

Dang! I'm too early😢😢 Theres no part two😭😭😭

[PSMedia-gq]

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