Smoke filled the dim lit hotel room, the only hotel room that actually allowed smoking to be within the wall. Idate watched the ceiling fan spin at a slow motion, he counted every 3 spins the fan made around its area. He took a drag from his cig, before washing it down with alcohol. After nights of constant calling and irritation, the predator decided to have enough. This night, no one called. Not a voice mail nor text message was sent to him the night he started to drink. After a few swigs of alcohol, he thought to himself, that maybe all the calling was just an hallucination, a trick of the mind. He chuckled to himself, believe in every bit of his egotistical bones that he was always right. The smoke of his cig filled his lungs, bringing in the familiar toxins that he so much enjoyed. He was about to drift into a drunken sleep until a loud knock came from the door. He sighed as rolled out of bed, feeling the headache forming in his temples. Whoever was there was getting a serious beating. When he opened the door, no one was there, all their was was the hot summer air and a pink envelope. Picking the envelope up off of the ground, and bringing it close to his face, he could read his name written in elegant cursive with stickers all around it. He shut the door and locked it from the inside, shaking while opening the envelope. Inside was a pastel pink stationary with cute white petals on the exterior. All it said "I want to meet you" and "I love you", no signature was found, and absolutely of no trace of who could have possible done this. Maybe it was a chick from the bar that had way too much fun on their one nightstand. He shook his head and tossed the letter in the trash, not feeling up for any little surprises in the night. He went back to his bed, cursing as he closed his eyes and finally getting the sleep he needed. Though he could have sworn he felt something tangle his legs with vines and a playful voice say "Idate~ come to me, play with your lover, Sally~"
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The Predators Play-toy (Sal x Idate R18)
ФанфикLate night drinking isn't always a good thing when you are being called every second of the day by a random number. This number would call, Idate would pick up to listen to heavy breathing and laughter. No matter how many times he changed his number...
