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if a third party had been occupying the same sidewalk in that moment and caught a glimpse of jocelyn, they surely would have noticed the way her irises morphed into black hearts every time she glanced up at him. she made a conscious effort to space out her looks, as if rationing her admiration might somehow make it less obvious.

another round of giggles seized her at his comment. “ you’ve always been an old soul. which is exactly what i need more of in this world. ” this quality had been one of the first things that drew her into his orbit — back when they weren’t even old enough to buy alcohol but still managed to get their hands on it anyway.

his compliment sent warmth creeping into her cheeks, her lips curling into a humble smile. observations about her independence meant more than any remark about her appearance; she thrived in the knowledge that her efforts weren’t just seen but appreciated. her father had instilled in her from a young age the importance of self-sufficiency — of never waiting for anyone to step in. perhaps that mantra had been ingrained a bit too deeply.

the blush only deepened at his next comment, spreading to the tips of her ears, fueled by the quiet thrill of being back in his immediate space. if he was happy about her lack of suitors, then maybe that meant…

no. there was no point in going there, in smoothing over a layer of seriousness in what was surely meant as a joke.

“ you should be happy about that, ” she finally quipped, “ because that means fewer distractions. no time wasted shooing anyone away. you remember what that was like. ” there was no way he could’ve forgotten — it had practically become one of her pastimes, and she hadn’t missed the satisfaction he seemed to get from watching her hand out rejections. “ but unfortunately for you, that means you might see more of me, so i might keep you from your viejitas. ” she couldn't hide the smirk beginning to grow on her lips at her own quick comment, despite biting into her cheek to keep it from blossoming.

her features immediately lit up at the mention of their taqueria, only for them to scrunch in dissatisfaction when he brought up covering their meal. “ hey, wait a minute — what happened to me treating you?! i thought we had a deal, no mames, ” she protested, nudging his arm with a playful elbow. “ and for the record, my munchies didn’t go anywhere. i just have to be more careful now. apparently, my tummy is a lot more sensitive than it used to be. ‘stress’ — whatever that’s supposed to mean, ” she half-joked, though the sentiment remained very much alive.

"and miss a new opportunity to break out bones dancing, nah, you know i'm down to go with you anywhere." gazing at her, he stared at her beauty, her long hair falling like black curtain over her shoulder. " and i was joking too, i got what you meant. thought i get back to the current trend when it comes to jokes. but i figured that i'm just an old soul trapped in this young body." he stated, still his gaze on her.

he wanted to know everything about her, that was more interesting to him. he wanted to know more specifically if jocelyn was taken by some fool down the barrio, the only one who could treat her right like she deserves is, amador always wanted to be her knight in shining armor que los cuentos dicen , but when he came to know from her own mouth that there was no motherfucker in her life, that was a relief. he wanted to try to get her of course without her feeling pressured or scared. besides, he never forgot those nights they spent together outside on a nice night. where it was just them two, no one else. " you were always so independent and hard working, that's what i always liked about you. " those weren't the only things, he can name a few if he wanted. "no suitors you say, should i be happy about that ?? " he asked curiously.

"dale pues, i'll treat you to some tacos i know you wanted to but i insist. how about our favorite joint, don marcos taqueria, remember we ate there every night when you had the late night munchies. i used to mess with you that you were pregnant." he stated, taking her in his car. " y que mas me cuentas ?? "

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for as much as she wanted to melt further into his embrace, to accept the rare flicker of warmth he was offering and revel in it, she knew better than to get comfortable — especially after cracking what she knew would be an explosive joke. it was almost as if she couldn’t sit still in moments like these, as if she were unsettled by their halcyon nature and had to actively disrupt them. not that it mattered. they never lasted long anyway. there was no use getting intimately acquainted with something so fleeting; that would only make her miss it more.

as expected, she felt the shift in his body before she heard his sigh, before he even spoke. his jealousy, his possession — twin shadows that loomed behind him, stretching long and unshakable. she couldn’t resist rolling her eyes this time. her inky hues flickered up with irritancy, her own sigh mirroring his. “ ay, dios mío — i know you’re not asking me that — ”

her response was broken up by the motion of her leaning down to tug one of her silky slippers off her foot. she’d been in the middle of changing into something more comfortable when this entire back-and-forth began, hence the mismatched ensemble of cotton lounge pants paired with the lacy corset top she’d gone out in. untangling herself from his grasp, she replaced their moment of intimacy with a swift smack against his arm with the slipper.

“ ender. I’m so obsessed with you I don’t even notice other men. how the fuck would I have time to fit another whole-ass man into my life when you take up everything? when I give you all of me?” her question, punctuated by a petulant pout, carried the sting of genuine hurt. being asked such a thing—after all she gave—never failed to carve a fresh wound into the scarred surface of her heart.

he has always been a man of his word, no ounce of fear in wanting what wants. and though his upbringing had a lot to do with how he carries himself in life, even more in relationships why should he feel the need to pretend and be something he's not. he's always wanted bianca that was never a damn lie, and when he finally got her, he wasn't planning on ever losing her. while their explosive disagreements would have them bump heads, he'd rather have that than a boring relationship in the end. diablo was no perfect man or saint, he had dreams, goals in life just like anyone but he'll always make sure to win at any cost. relationships will always have their share of battles some others had wars, but the last thing he'll do is set his relationship with her go up in flames.

however, bianca had a way to somehow push his buttons when he voiced his answer without his sort of hesitation. sin pelos en la lengua. this little predicament was going on for longer than he wanted. " entonces estamos en la misma pagina, que te quede claro que nunca puedes romper on conmigo, no hay vuelta pa' tras. " he made sure to emphasize that one rule again.

perhaps he was too over protective about her, she's too beautiful for her to be walking freely on her own. he could trust her but not so much about everyone else. holding her small frame against him, his palm pressing against the small of her back before slipping down her round ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. her lips tasted like vanilla. his eyes stared at her breathtaking features, dark long hair he couldn't wait to pull around his fist. she had no right to look this hermosa. this small intimidate moment was again ruined with her words, pushing the idea about going to mexico for a week. a sigh fell from his lips then. " no breaks, nada. una semana en mexico ?? what's down there that you want a whole week alone, you got another motherfucker there. or what ?? " making his jealousy well known to her, when wasn't he not. looks this will spark another argument again.

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his presence felt familiar, like a dance one hadn’t performed in years but could still execute flawlessly if given the chance. it was comfortable, providing a kind of security that made it easy to forget how many years had passed since their last hangout in what he’d termed the free world. she beamed at his words, unable to hold back her amusement as she shot down his assertion. “ hey, we still got it if we wanted to use it — i wasn’t kidding when I said we should hit the club, for old time’s sake. ” her visits to those sorts of spaces were far less frequent now, but the allure of a reggaetón viejito night was hard to resist.

his thinly-veiled compliment tugged at her lips, threatening to lift the apples of her cheeks into another smile. in a way, he wasn’t wrong. jocelyn made the deliberate choice to grab life by the horns, steering it toward her aspirations with a determination that had paid off in spades. yet the last thing she wanted was to talk about herself — not when he was back. “ i mean, tú sabes, i’ve been grinding, hitting it hard, ” she said with a shrug, brushing off the subject as if sweeping it under a rug. “ which basically means there’s no time for ‘suitors,’ silly. sounds like you’ve got me beat there. ” the image he painted of the viejitas on the prowl was enough to draw another giggle from her.

she peeked up at him over her violescent oval sunnies, unable to stop herself from indulging, as if she was making up for lost time. “ but seriously, let’s get some food in you and i’ll catch you up to speed on everything. ” she’d offered to treat him, figuring that he must’ve missed a sit-down at the taqueria they used to practically live at during their heydays.

" interesting, i remember you staying up way past your bedtime. even i had to tuck you in at some point to make sure you got home safe after getting to drunk. good times. " but that's not the reason why he went to jail and stayed there for some time, while he did some shady yet fucked up things, she was there to make things a bit better. at the time they were just two young teen souls. his words though was just to make her smile again, he missed that. " glad your sleep schedule improved. i think people our age kinda hit the blankets early, our bones aren't like they used to be." making small humor, but he was certain her life didn't seem so boring as she makes it out to be. " pero, dime la verdad. how have you been all these years ? anything new or exciting. looks like life has been treating you amazing. " nor her grace. jocelyn was the girl that got away though he's never communicated or revealed that to her ever. will he ever is the question, maybe. " i'm sure you got plenty of suitors, i only get the old viejitas from the hotel. they always pinch my cheek as if i'm five and give me chocolates. not fun." he said jokingly. he wanted to know everything about her, catch up with who he missed the most.

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“ ha ha . ” the mechanical laugh was sarcastically formed through a fond smile, one that almost touched the outer corner of her eyes as she beheld him. she then pivoted her inky hues ahead as they fell into leisurely step, mulling over her reply. “ i settled down a little. believe it or not, i’ve been in bed by nine lately. new personal record. ” sure, she doomscrolled for a while before allowing her mind to be snatched by slumber, but she didn’t feel the need to add that little disclaimer.

𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 : f 21 + 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 : amador vargas ( conejo )

⸻ ❝ life has been good so far, how about you ?? still up to no good. ❞ being free came with limitations, he was on probation for the past six months, he won't deny it felt nice, the world seemed so different but she remained the same.

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gia had been so immersed in traversing charlie’s folds with her tongue that initially, she didn’t even hear the girl speak. it was only once she felt her shift beneath her that the curious brunette peeked up, her gaze drawn to her fling’s face. her brows drew together at the pretty blonde’s words, as if she was attempting to solve a riddle. her statements and body language directly contradicted one another, after all. “ your words are telling me one thing but your body is telling me another, ” she remarked. observation was accompanied by a little giggle, end of which died as she buried her face back between charlie’s increasingly-trembling thighs. “i mean, just listen to this…” her words trailed off against her clit as her manicured fingers pumped her slick hole, creating that obscene sound she wanted both of them to appreciate. her tongue busied itself once more, showing some love to that swollen bud, the brunette moaning at charlie’s taste continuing to fill her mouth. charlie’s words of concern served as a motivating force, feeding the fire in gia’s intentional touch.

open to: males & females

connections: new bf/gf, fwb, one night stand, old friend, ex etc.

please do not like my starters

"you really-you don't have to keep trying," mumbled charlie, unable to even look them in the eye. the blonde knew that she should have just not let them. after all she could have distracted them easily. her breath came out in choppy gasps as she felt them pull up," its just-no one's been able to make me," she choked out," well, you know, it's really not you-it's me." it wasn't the first time she felt like something was wrong with her and she doubted it would be the last," i can-i can just take care of you, its okay." truly she wanted to slap her hands over her face and disappear but she knew that was childish. instead she prayed that they'd just go with what she was saying even as her thighs trembled in their grasp.

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camilo might’ve felt a flicker of shame for reaching for her a third time that day — if not for the way his cock stood at attention, eager to be engulfed once more. any defenses he might have mustered crumbled the moment he saw her lying on her stomach like that, her cunt undoubtedly still glistening with remnants of his arousal from earlier.

“ oh, you don’t have to tell me twice, ” he groaned, spellbound by the way she spread herself for him to display those inviting holes. with one hand guiding himself to her entrance and the other resting firmly on her ass, he pushed in with a swift, deliberate thrust, sinking to the hilt into her plush warmth. his length throbbed, pushing against her slick walls, demanding attention.

open;; anyone with a needy cock plot;; based on m/f 6c. dove is busy texting her friends, but you go ahead.

This is literally the third time today they've asked her for sex, and she's pretty sure she's still dripping their cum from earlier today, but she can't just spend her entire day taking their cock!

With a sigh, she reaches back with one hand, spreading herself for them. "I'm busy, baby, but you go ahead."

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whatever burning commentary liz prepared to meet her friend with evaporated the moment she stepped into ely’s room. sight of the petite brunette squeezed into that flimsy excuse for a dress had her paused in the doorway, beginnings of an amused smirk already curling at her glossy lips. “ well that’s cute. where’s the rest of it, though? ” her sharp gaze poured over the girl’s frame as she sauntered further inside, each deliberate stride bringing her closer. standing behind her, liz tilted her head, mock-concern lacing her tone. “ you’re not seriously thinking of going out like that, right? i mean, that’s practically begging for trouble — this barely covers anything. ” to drive her point home, she reached over and tugged the hem of the dress upward, exposing a good half of the girl’s ass to her. “ unless, of course, that’s what you’re going for…. ”

open to: all muse: elysia calderón plot: our muses have some sort of history/know each other and this is the first time your muse has seen mine in revealing clothes (which are also a bit out of elysia comfort zone, but she wanted to try something new) and they can't keep their thoughts (or even hands?) to themselves connection: friends, former classmates, acquaintances, family member/t.aboo connection

her fingertips tug at the edge of the fabric, hips shimmying from side to side in a vain attempt to pull it just an inch down. when she had her grand idea to just a little differently, she had had all the confidence in the world. now, as she looked at her reflection and the way her dress hugged all her curves, she was starting to maybe rethink some things. when the door to her room opened and they walked in, she straightened up. "what do you think?" she asked as she turned, giving a full 360 view. "is it too much?"

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it bordered on the edge of impossible not to melt into her words. he’d done it before, and it had left him little more than a pathetic puddle on a fractured sidewalk. “ isabella… ” the name hung in the air, heavy and useless. what was there to say? she had painted her point so vividly it might as well have been a hyperrealistic portrait of their parting. “ what do you want to do with these feelings, then? what are they telling you…? ”

isabella sighed, knowing what she had said in the past. "i know..i know what i've said, and i regret it." Isabella looked at him. "i'm sorry i said that, i think i was trying to..not have these feelings but they're still here."

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“ i…i don’t think i understand, no. ” confusion threaded his brows together tightly, threatening to unite them as one. “ …you told me that it wouldn’t work in a million years. that the age difference is too much and not to get my hopes up. what changed…? ”

muse: isabella open to: m/f/nb (isabella does lean towards men) plot: "all i can do is think about you"

isabella sighed at the person next to her. "you don't understand do you. you're all i think about, when i'm trying to work, when i'm just trying to live my life, i see you, and i don't think you do the same and that is the frustrating part."

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despite her tone and posture gradually softening as he spoke, a protective part of her remained braced, holding onto the guarded energy she’d carried into the conversation. their history loomed heavy between them, a volatile thing — another spark could've easily ignited their exchange and sent everything up in flames.

bianca knew this wasn’t healthy. It was easy to analyze their dynamic, to break it down under a cold, sharp lens and see it for what it was. but like an addict returning to the bottle, she couldn’t seem to sever the connection. even if she somehow mustered the strength to let go, it was becoming painfully clear that he had no intention of doing the same. he had told her as much, in a thousand different ways.

the ghost of a smile broke through her defensive demeanor at his cheeky admission. she couldn’t deny it — she took just as much pleasure in the way he removed her clothing, or, even better, the way he ravaged her through whatever fabric happened to be in his way. it hadn’t taken her long to realize the practicality of wearing skirts or dresses around him. " nothing is wrong with that, papi, nothing at all, " she offered back, her voice softer now. she hoped the words could serve as the first of a few truce flags she was carefully considering laying down.

she didn’t resist as he pulled her body toward him, her chest colliding with his frame in a way that sent a delicate jolt of electricity coursing through her. after returning his kiss — and lingering in it, savoring the fleeting warmth like an oasis in a boundless desert — she slowly fluttered her eyes open to meet his. for a moment, her sharp gaze was blunted into something resembling softness, as though she might've been prepared to offer a compliant, submissive response he probably wanted to hear. she could’ve settled further into the tranquility of that moment, enjoyed it while it lasted, but the devilish part of her that was prone to firestarter tendencies couldn’t be kept at bay.

“ entonces...not even a little break, then? a healthy breather? like, qué pasaría si solo fuera a la ciudad de méxico por una semanita? ” a dulcet smile tilted her head to the side, as if she hadn’t just lit the match to provoke him all over again.

while it might be true she never asked him for anything materialistic, those gifts came from a good place, a diamond is a woman's best friend after all, including her new birkin bag she flaunted all over town since last week. bianca is the first woman to move something in his chest, she became a blessing in a sense. " i wasn't one to mention style coordination, way to change the subject. while i'm coming off strong as fuck right now, at least you know that breaking up with me in the future or whatever isn't an option for you. i'm not with you for the sex either, never once saw you as a fucking mannequin. great that you're not into all that materialistic shit." he pointed out despite the silence that followed. " at least you're with me for the right reasons, and that's how it suppose to be. my feelings are mutual but you got to know, leaving me will never be an option no matter how much you kick rocks. " he had to reiterate that so she could understand that.

the corner of lips curled into a grin, he didn't mind unwrapping her like a christmas present, he'd rather find the treasure underneath it all. " i like undressing you, when i feel like ripping it off i do. and it feels nice to know all your pleasure spots, what makes you moan and wet. what's wrong with that." hoping his words made to her despite the energy between them now.

" all i wanted is for you to understand, and even if you don't, you'll learn the hard way. and i don't really think you want the latter." with that, he grabbed her by the waist pinning her petite frame against him. his hand curled around her neck in the sweetest way possible, dark hues gazing into her brown ones, kissing her full lips after. " si te atreves en dejarme por cualquier cosa amor, te busco donde quieras que estés. you feel me ?? "

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she turned her gaze away from him as his words came at her in a rapid-fire barrage, the floor beneath her feet suddenly an urgent point of focus. her arms folded tighter across her chest, a shield meant to protect herself from the onslaught of his tirade. she didn’t know where to begin unraveling the tangled mess of accusations and frustrations he threw at her, and maybe it wasn’t worth trying. but even as his words slammed against her like a relentless wave, the claim he’d made on her heart and body alike once again stirred something deep within her core — a tight, twisting need she couldn’t escape.

" i never asked you for any of those things, ender, " she finally said, her voice steady but laced with the weariness of engaging in this conversation yet again. " i told you, i’m not in this for the material shit. " she could have bought those luxuries for herself a thousand times over. that truth sat between them, unspoken but undeniable. " …anyway… i’m here because of your energy, tu espíritu, tú. ” she paused before adding more quietly, “ i would hope you know that by now… ”

another beat passed before she then muttered, almost too softly to catch, " and for the record, i do wear the lingerie sets you bought me… but sometimes, i would just rather not wear anything at all. save you some unwrapping time. " she flicked her gaze away with a brief, almost playful eye roll, as if the sharpness of her words had worn off just enough for her to regain a bit of control. still, the quiet insistence in her tone was unmistakable. she couldn't help but stake that claim too — despite everything.

" you know what's stupid, this conversation." painfully it was the most dumbest conversations they had since they began dating. mentioning the bag with her top was her biggest concern diablo could only laugh to that. "if that's something to worry about, get yourself a stylist. besides, you can't be mad at me for buying you a fucking birkin bag, and all these other luxurious items you can't stop smiling about. at least wear that lingerie set i got you and wait for me in bed like a normal girlfriend should. don't say i'm not taking you seriously when you know i am. i'm not your typical watered down guy. yeah, i know what i signed up messing around with you, yet you and i are from two different worlds. i got with you because you were feisty, i love that in women. however, siempre mencionas lo mismo. the moment you accepted being my girl, you belonged to me ever since day one. siempre seras mia, because at the end of the day muñeca nobody can treat you better than me. sure as hell your piece of shit ex didn't give you the attention you deserve, so don't complain now. "

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the brunette fought back the searing urge to roll her eyes, aware that such a response would only fan the flames of this already smoldering exchange. instead of hurling another provocation his way, she simply folded her arms tightly over her chest, unintentionally lifting the cleavage framed by her corset top. he wasn’t wrong; on an intellectual level, she had understood exactly what she was getting into by aligning herself with him. but reason often faltered when emotions came into play. “ wanna know what’s stupid? i wouldn’t be standing here about to beg you to at least match the bag with my top if you took me seriously. ” she allowed a brief silence to stretch between them, her unwavering gaze locking onto his. “ y sabes qué más, don’t forget, you also knew what you signed up for when you got with me. i’m not one of your stupid little mannequins posed in the corner of the room just waiting to be played with. you knew that i show up with a mouth, ender. ”

" do i care about your opinion ?? " he had a strong possessive side to him, maybe a little heavy on the controlling part but that's who he is. meeting her gaze, serious with no ounce of humor or amusement in his features, he was dead serious about his words. " so now it's considered ugly to be real and honest. in your world it takes two to tango princess, in my world, it's different. i call the shots, besides you knew what you were getting yourself into, my reputation is no secret to you. calladita te ves mas bonita. the only way you can end things, is in a body bag. "

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“ well that was ugly, even for you. ” unamused hues bore into him, inspecting for any traces of the humor that she was sure she wouldn’t locate. “ last time i checked, that’s not how any sort of functional relationship works. what’s that saying again, takes two to tango? ”

𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 : f 21 + 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 : ender ( diablo ) martinez, 26.

⸻ ❝ you tell me it's over but it won't be over until i say it is. ❞

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holly was actually having a pleasant morning. sure, remnants of sleep still clung to the sides of her mind like a guest overstaying their welcome, but that was nothing that another iced coffee couldn’t nip in the bud before her work day would officially avalanche into fast-paced responsibility.

last few weeks of her existence had been suspiciously calm — almost reaching up into the beginnings of a safe comfortability. if only she could’ve allowed herself to sink into that deceiving warmth. sure, it was like she could properly breathe again, like the weight of his presence had been lifted off her chest, rendering her lungs free, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was still treading through dark, albeit silent, waters. it would’ve been foolish to nuzzle into the boat and stare up at the skies when danger could’ve been creeping below the surface, undetectable to the bare eye.

operating under her new default setting, her cornflower blues darted around her to surveil her surroundings before she sunk into her building, interior of the hotel-turned-mixed-use-building barely warmer than the brisk winter air blowing its freeze outside. whilst she couldn’t control the demon that decided to waltz into her life, she could exercise dominance over her schedule, which included arriving at least an hour early to the office so she could get set up and even bite into a bit of downtime before the hitting the grind. the scent of floral vanilla intensified the closer she got to her office door upon exiting the elevator; everyone who stepped into her professional abode always remarked on the fragrance before anything else they needed to ask or advise her about.

just as she was about to slide her key into the door, a frigid prickle crawled up the back of her neck, raising the baby blonde hairs housed there. she instinctively peered back over her shoulder only to find an empty hallway staring back at her. perhaps that second coffee wasn’t as necessary as she’d initially deemed. with the door unlocked, the blonde stepped into her space. usually, she would’ve immediately locked herself in, but the sight of her decorative vase toppled over on the floor instead of sat prettily on her desk stopped her in her tracks. before she could even make sense of the oddity, let alone begin to pick up the now-limp white roses lying sadly in their soppy mess, a brusque shove had her chest connecting with her wall, threatening to knock the air out of her.

“ what the f — ” she began, only to have her protests halted in her throat.

that voice.

her throat constricted as those lightly-shadowed eyes widened. no, no. this couldn’t be happening. not again. not like this.

“ no, ” she half-whispered, half-cried, hot tears boiling up in her lower lash line. it was all she could manage in that hellish moment. tote bag once hung on her shoulder, much like the vase, fell to the floor, her personal items spilling out with a pitiful series of clacks.

open to: m.f.nb

plot found in source

he could still remember the first time he'd seen them, when his obsession had been born.

they'd brushed shoulders at the market. it was a small moment, the other probably didn't even realize that was what started everything, but for kade it was when his entire world shifted. he became infatuated from that very moment and his stalking began. well, that's what the court documents will call it...stalking. after being told multiple times to leave them alone, the courts were finally involved. documents were written up and eventually he was told to keep his distance, and to not make contact with them.

but kade was never one for following the law.

so there he was, watching as they went early into their place of work with no one else there to bother them. it wasn't hard to get into the building, he'd been casing it for months and knew that one of the side doors was left unlocked before business hours so that the cleaning crew could get inside. he stayed hidden until they saw that the cost was clear and headed inside.

from there it was easy to find them, he knew their floor number by heart after all, and from there he knew their office was at the end of the hall. he crept down the hall, being careful to be silent until he slipped into their office. their back was turned to him, so he knew he didn't have much time. he quickly shut the door and locked it before grabbing them from behind and turning them around to shove them against the wall. he quickly covered their mouth with his hand before speaking: "did you really think a piece of paper was going to keep us apart?"

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this had to be either some sort of crude joke or an alcohol-induced nightmare. latter made far less sense considering that she hadn’t ingested a sip of alcohol that day, hence her trip to the liquor store and cruise by his place. the wines she’d curated would be tasked with the additional duty of vigorously erasing this memory out of her mind atop numbing her flaring disappointments. she parted her lips to speak, only to be stopped by the vicious hammering of her heart ricocheting up between her temples. it felt as if a rave was going on in the base of her skull, one that she didn’t ask to attend. her insides clenched, producing another wave of embarrassment that sent more blood to the surface of her pallid skin. she addressed him through the fury of her blush, voice contorted as it formed through tightened vocal cords. “ i — i was busy tonight, until the asshole i was supposed to meet blew me off for his pickleball team — ” the excuse was stupid in and of itself, but it sounded even more idiotically douchey as it was vocalized to someone else. that wine in his kitchen was growing more appetizing by the minute. “ you’re making it sound like this is the first time i’ve ever just walked in your house — and that’s not the point, ” she frowned, avoiding the trap he set out for distraction.

a small part of her wanted to briefly live in the delusion that he was watching some other content. however, it was painfully easy to recognize the sounds of her own pants, moans, and dirty words uttered for a soulless camera blaring from his phone speaker. she was far too stunned to even begin pondering how he stumbled upon her content, given that it was exclusively faceless. apparently, that didn’t provide an adequate-enough veil of anonymity. her gaze shoved itself into the floor as if the heated claw of embarrassment itself manipulated her head downwards. how stupid of her to believe that she could’ve kept this a permanent secret in the age of digital transparency. after a few loaded moments of silence, she finally able to articulate a thought. “ …you know, part of me did wonder how i would react if someone in my real life found out. ” whilst there was no way to fully prepare for that reality, she didn’t think she’d have to encounter it so soon. her account was barely half a year old. in that moment, she couldn’t help but to feel like she'd been busted doing something criminally wrong, like her mother caught her with the oreos that she wasn’t allowed to have but still managed to sneak in the house and scarf down in the dark.

he had heard that evelyn was going on another date that night but cassius had assumed he wouldn't hear from her at all until the next morning if things went well. in the past, cassius had often been a listening ear for evelyn to vent or praise whichever person she was seeing at the time. he had never considered himself a potential candidate after all their years growing up together. in truth, cassius had always just considered her like a little sister that was by his side through thick and thin. at least not until he had one day come across her onlyfans account. it changed the way he saw her, desired her even. but not enough for him to ever broach that platonic barrier and understanding they had with one another.

and he thought he'd get away with that forever. never letting her know that he had subscribed to her for months, frequently stroked himself to her videos, especially ones where her ass was sheathed deep with either a toy or a cock. wouldn't ever have admitted the times he had imagined himself in that very position with his own length angled behind her, pumping into that pretty hole of hers.

all those thoughts went flying out the window at the sound of her voice. his hand dropping the device to the floor as he stared at evelyn's face. "evie, wait--" he scrambled, hands fumbling as he tried to conceal himself. his cock was too hard, too erect to be stuffed back into his pants. "i uh." swallowing hard, he groaned as he shifted against the couch. "shit. evelyn i thought you were busy tonight! what the fuck are you doing in my house?!"

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hayden practically had to stop herself from acting upon the itch to bake yet another batch of chocolate-covered strawberry cookies. she’d already created an arsenal of sweets from scratch, enough to feed an army in estonia, and knew that the majority would inevitably end up going to waste even after feeding her little community of both moms and childfree women alike. instead of whipping out the high-end flour again, she decided to turn her attention to another productive matter: returning some articles of clothing she’d borrowed from a beloved friend for a night out, for she’d been in possession of them for far too long — even if the mom assured her it was no trouble. she’d instructed hayden to just leave the scarf and earrings with her son, cassius, for apparently she was out of town and he’d more than likely be home to receive the items. as an additional ‘thank you’ for her generosity, the busty redhead decided to pack an assortment of her recent culinary creations for the mother to either enjoy or pass on to someone with an even larger sweet tooth.

a quick drive landed her at the address that the woman texted her. she sauntered up the driveway with both personal items and cookies in tow, only to pout when her knocks at the front door went unanswered. she was preparing to make the trek back to her not-so-humble abode when a path leading around the side of the house caught her attention. chunky heels pressed silently into the cobblestones, bringing her to an open side door covered by a mesh screen. the air’s wintered crisp rendered the day perfect for airing out a home; she herself had kept her windows open throughout the last week or so to capture that coveted freshness. much like at the front door, however, her arrival went unanswered. she decided to push her luck in an unconventional way, pulling the mesh screen to the side so she could enter and try again. she could always offer her sweet apologies for the disturbance after completing her task. “ cassius? it’s hayden, your mom’s friend, are you h — ” she began, only to have her announcement interrupted by a peculiar noise from further inside the residence. sound was unmistakable, primal, one that instinctively sent her core clenching with want.

against all better judgments, she followed the source of the needy inflections until her steps brought her into the unfamiliar living area. his moans filled the space like a rich haze, drawing her closer until her body came to stand behind his sat one. of all the things she expected to see on his device, her own massive tits bouncing on the screen as she filled herself to the brim with one of her toys wasn’t one of them. before she could even begin to formulate a coherent thought, his shock took over the space between them. she watched what was the unmistakable look of shock plaster itself all over his features, clinging tightly. the reaction was amusing, if not endearing. “ no? let me guess, is it just research or something? ” a smile, pleasant and airy as it shaped her lips. her chin gestured to the device in his hand, unlocked screen continuing to play her video. “ that one was really fun to film…probably my biggest squirt yet. it got so creamy at the end. ” her words peppered over the sounds of her moans and silky squelches playing out of the device’s speakers.

open starter muse: cassius zhu (he/him), ghost-writer, bi, switch plot: we’ve been family friends for years and i’ve never thought of you as anything other than platonic, but i came across your only fans account and now i can’t stop watching your videos possible connections: friend, neighbor, best friend's sibling/parent, anything else that would make sense. older muses encouraged. m/f/nb 21+

cassius was seated in the middle of the couch in his living room, phone in one hand while the other palmed at his growing bulge. videos and images of an only.fans account flashed on his screen. he never subscribed to these sorts of things, but when he found their account, he couldn't deny his curiosity. hand dug under his pants now as he freed his length, stroking it with moans that drowned out the sounds of someone--the very person he was watching on his screen--stepped up behind him. "fuck! shit, wait it's not what you think!"