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whilst bianca deemed herself a confident person, even the most refined confidence wasn’t unshakable. had her life slowed enough for her to reflect in detail, she might have sooner realized that much of the strife contributing to the turbulence between her and ender stemmed from a self-sabotaging need for self-protection. she was no fool; she knew that upon securing her relationship with the artist, she was entering a connection contingent on trust — more so than in 'regular' relationships. after all, his life offered easy access to other women should he have decided to pursue them. most days, she found comfort in her self-assurance, aware of the humor, exhilaration, and solace she brought into his life when the world threatened to collapse around him. if anything, she hoped he knew that his heart had a safe resting place with her. the irony of that desire wasn’t lost on her; why should she have expected him to lean into her completely when she still occasionally held herself back with her own reservations? perhaps that bit of hypocrisy on her end added to their battles.

and as usual, it was as if he was reading her mind, calling out the very same worries that sometimes threatened to haunt her like eager little ghosts. this ability to give a voice to her inner dialogues was one of the many things that initially drew her into his atmosphere, tying her there with a wicked gravitational pull she could only describe as love. for better for worse. she met his worries with a pout, plump lips parted as her head tilted to the side. "i know, papi — i know it comes from a good place... " of course she knew, for her jealousy-stricken episodes originated from the same wretched-but-authentic place. neither of them would've been so intimately acquainted with this place if their feelings for one another weren't genuine.

as he dispersed a generous amount of kisses against her lips, her arms came to envelope around his shoulders, pulling him closer. she raised herself on her tip-toes in order to secure a proper grip of him, her body melting into his with all the ease of a post-argument truce. she didn't realize that in that moment, she was also relaxing into his surprisingly accepting response to her upcoming business trip; part of her was always at the ready for another riff.

she couldn't help but giggle at his next question. " well if you find it hot, it definitely can't be a punishment for when you act up now, " she smirked, leaving 'act up' to his own interpretation. nonetheless, she found herself running her fingertips in gentle circles over his arm where the chanclita had made its presence known, her head cocking to the side with intrigue. " pues, how can i possibly make it up to you then, papacito? " she pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, her eyes dancing with a mischief he was likely all too accustomed to by now.

ender is what most women either ran away from or pushed their luck with, relationships for him were never his priority until he had bianca in his radar. he loved how she gave him a hard time at the beginning, playing hard to get until he finally won at the end of his long treacherous journey in trying to get with her. he knew her friends, what they thought about him, who they hung around with and the men they associated with, she also knew the same and in some ways they mirrored each other in terms of lifestyle and the friends they keep. But not of them could be trusted, ender obviously trusted her so much as it might be too good to be true ; for her though.

As much as he was possessive he is also protective, he couldn't allow anyone to take her away or at least attempt to. there will be hell on earth if that ever happens. and any wrong move, he might just drive his girl into the arms of someone else, someone better and less destructive as him. ender didn't want that.

"i know mami, but i do get a little worried that you might fall for someone else. i know i'm a lot to handle but you know my reactions come from a good place. " he said lightly, and even if he didn't want her to go, he had to somehow let her go and do fun things with her friends. "I'm happy you reassure me every time but believe me i hate the world enough not to trust it. let go of the slipper, eso duele amor." he says softly, holding her against him, peppering her plush glossy lips with kisses. his hand then swatted the slipper from her hand that fell to the carpeted floor -- his tongue slipped inside and the world felt so right, hands cupped her petite waist pulling her more and more against him before those hands settled on her plump round ass that he squeezed. when the kiss broke, he noticed her cheeks flush and that had him smiling at her.

Brows shot up at her next words, nodding his head once. "So you played me, lied to my face just to see me angry. such a naughty thing to do mami, okay well -- i'll let you go and while you do that, and i'll behave over here. and since it's a business related thing, any funny business i'll make it down there so quick, everyone will hate to see me coming. you included. Now, you owe me for hitting me with the chanclita, my arm is still in pain." he says playfully pouting at her before he placed several kisses against her neck. "is the the chancla going to be your form of punishment now ? because i think that's hot. "

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it was almost concerning how easily she fell into this dance with him. whilst jocelyn was exclusively attracted to men, her history of dating them would have painted a very different picture to an outsider — one of male repulsion that she wasn't sure she could even deny. the few relationships she entered ended almost as quickly as they sparked, with each male counterpart invariably doing something to permanently put her off. following a short string of unsuccessful relationships and a pervasive sense of unfulfillment in that realm, jocelyn had grown perfectly content with solitude — indeed, she found great power and clarity in it. yet for amador, she would have effortlessly upended her current norms and established customs, regardless of how overwhelming the thought might've been.

now, sitting with him in his car, it was difficult for her cheeks not to burn under his smoldering gaze. in that moment, she couldn’t help but wonder if he still had her letters or if they’d been discarded alongside his life behind those dreary penitentiary walls — the latter being an idea she could scarcely stomach. while jocelyn didn't consider herself particularly adept with words, writing to him managed to draw out emotions — and therefore sentences — she was quite proud of. his little comment about her fragrance brought a satisfied, almost smug smile to her face, softened by a gentle warmth.

his marriage joke threatened to raise her brows — its unexpected nature also drawing a chuckle from her. " yeah? name when and where, i'll be ready, " she quipped, her body settling further into her seat as she turned halfway toward him. his next biting remark had her subconsciously pressing her teeth into her lower lip, as if she were biting back her own desires — desires she perhaps wasn't even fully aware of.

alas, their journey to the taqueria was brief, leaving her little time to contemplate the dynamics within the intimate confines of his vehicle. however, she managed to hit him with a suggestive retort when he mentioned consequences, her tone mirroring his. " …i don't think either of us have ever been too afraid of consequences, huh? " of course, this was more a wish than a reality, at least on her part. the fear of consequences had always held her back from crossing the boundaries of their friendship, leaving them in this situation.

the brunette shot him a grateful smile as she hopped out of the whip, one hand adjusting the straps of the vintage valentino bag draped over her shoulder as she fell into step beside him. the unmistakable aroma of freshly-prepared tortillas filled her nose, awakening her appetite as they made their way to peruse the menu and place their order.

" i think my days of competitive eating are over, unfortunately, " she giggled, the corners of her eyes crinkling with amusement as she pivoted to look up at him. " besides, even back then, you always kicked my ass! except that one time when i beat you by, like, half a bite — and then our tías came outside all pissed because we were arguing about it and making a scene… " the memory materialized before her eyes as if it had just occurred, its brilliance and vividness as enchanting as it was nostalgic. she would have given anything to relive those days even for a few hours, before life swirled everything into a gnarly soup of complexity and nuance.

she allowed him to select their table once they had ordered (four tacos de pescadito and a mango jarritos for her), hoping that his intuition would guide them towards the table they used to dominate.

he missed her and he couldn't emphasize this enough, the way her whole being was attractive still despite the time away. the way the dressed hugged her waist, flowed her plump behind and settling right on her meaty thighs. Even gave her a nice push to her chest, how much he's dreamed about touching them, touching all of her. She smelled so good, if only he could just push this catching up bullshit and ravish her right now, but he's always been so respectful despite his feelings that hit him like a train. It was definitely hard to be so near yet not touch, not kiss.

Now in his car the scent of her warm perfume took claim of his car, he looked at her -- no girl has ever made him feel nervous that made his heart stop every few seconds. She's so beautiful. "My car smells like you, i like that." he added with a smirk on his lips. And right now he wished she didn't smooth her hands over her soft looking thighs, clearing his throat, he started his car and drove off before he did what he always wanted to do, kiss her and make her his officially.

Amador wasn't sure if he could control that beast within him, not when she's near and close that he could basically take her right here. She definitely made things so difficult. Keeping his eyes on the road every often somehow seemed to work as they made small talk. A smile spread across his brim at her words, playing him like a fool but in the right ways. "Alright muñeca, you win. I'll treat you next time though, however i'm not sure about the kiss. Maybe i'd ask you to marry me." he said lightly, making a turn at the light. Her touch made him tense, knuckles turning white on the steering wheel, feeling her soft digit run down his neck afterwards. "Careful, next time i might bite." Or he might do other things instead. "if you put it that way cosa rica, i won't complain." As he pulled up to the taco place, parking the car in the lot. Cutting the engine off, he looked at her twisting himself slightly in his seat, arm resting over the headrest of her seat. "just remember you gotta finish what you started, or look forward to the consequences later. " he winked at her before stepping out the car, making his way over to her side helping her out. "Can you still stomach ten tacos or has that changed?" he remembered the little game they played as kids, who ate and finished the most tacos was the winner.

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muse ✵ amador vélez londoño, residential + commercial architect, aspiring loungewear designer, mid 30s

connection ✵ stay at home girlfriend (no brats please !! the softer/more impressionable, the better ♡)

“ i’m all yours for the weekend, ” he announced, unable to stop his smile from taking over his face. he’d made proclamations like that to her before, only for them to be dismantled by responsibilities. but this time, he truly meant it. strong arms enveloped her waist from behind, pulling her closer within the safety of his kitchen, his body pressing against hers. “ we can finally try that restaurant you keep telling me about, bebecita. ”

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bianca couldn't deny the validity in his words, for she shared a similar sentiment. ender wasn't just physically attractive — he was enigmatic, exuding an intrigue that many women longed to follow, to fall into. her jealousy mirrored his; perhaps that was one of the many reasons they came together. their respective demons recognized one another and worked in tandem. it was a macabre way to view their relationship, yet somehow, bianca appreciated it even more through that lens. with him, she never once felt like she was too much — that dreaded descriptor hurled at her countless times by family, friends, and past partners alike.

similarly, he had a point about her friends. she distanced herself significantly from their outings out of respect for ender, as they were perpetually on the prowl for experiences that weren't conducive to her being in a relationship. they weren't bad people; rather, seasons changed and so did her priorities. " no one would ever be able to make me do anything against you, or us, " she assured him, though she knew her words didn't carry nearly the same weight as her actions. she would simply have to keep demonstrating that she truly stood by her faithful talk.

she finally allowed herself to melt into his grip, accepting both his words and the kiss that followed — all while holding her slipper in one hand. she welcomed his tongue with her own, engaging it in an elated, lingering dance before finally pulling away, almost petulantly. that kiss ignited her core and colored the beginnings of her words.

" i was only riling you up about mexico city, " she revealed through a shit-eating smirk, though she assumed he had already put that together. " but, i might have to go to guadalajara at some point soon... work trip, nothing funny, " she quickly added before another explosion could ensue. " the marketing team down there isn't on the same page with us up here, and it's kind of a mess, y papá me dijo que tengo que ir a ver qué pasa con eso. " she sighed, already anticipating the annoyances waiting for her. for all the pride she took in being part of the family legacy, she often wished life could just slow down a little so she could savor the fruits of her marketing exec. labor more. finally, she dropped the slipper to the floor so her foot could settle back into it, her hand rising to rest against his arm — the very spot where she'd smacked him — as if she could absorb the sting from his skin. the chanclita was officially put away for now, signaling his temporary safety from its wrath.

he couldn't help being who he is at times, sure he was grateful she even looked his way and accepted to be his girlfriend. his toxic traits can be a bit much for anyone. seeing the eye roll she gave he knew he probably messed things up, his strong nature has been his downfall at times. "tu sabes y yo soy un hombre celoso. i might trust you, not that doesn't mean i trust those around you. people nowadays are careful about having side pieces and all that. besides your girlfriends are crazy as fuck, they might lure to some party and make you hook up with some pretentious fucker." yeah he was stretching this a bit but why couldn't she see he was somewhat worried, Bianca had better chances at meeting other guys who were way better than him.

after reconciling from their earlier argument, some would think it's stupid they'd fight for dumb assumptions. he eyed her reaching for the slipper and slap his arm with it, covering his hand over the area of his arm where she slapped the rough rubber sole against his skin. It was game over when the slipper made an appearance whenever an argument insude.

He listened, rubbing his palm over his arm as he looked at her. While she had a point, how can they both fit anyone else when they had each other. But was it awful to worry that she might fall for someone way better, less toxic. her little pout distracted his thoughts while he heard her pretty little voice express her thoughts. Ender wanted but to kiss that pout away. "Perdoname mami — that possibility can always happen. I worry you being away with friends and family and i know i should be positive about it all. Pero no me pegues con la chancla, eso duele." voice soft as he closed the space, his arm circling around her petite waist. his lips ghosting hers before kissing her softly, slipping his tongue inside her mouth.

"fine, i'll let you go to Mexico as long as we face time each other, esta bien ? will you forgive me, i'll do anything. "

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whilst the early afternoon sun felt heavenly against her exposed skin — the dark plum fabric of her summer dress leaving ample space to soak up the gentle rays — its warmth paled in comparison to the glow of being in his presence. part of her acknowledged the childlike nature of her fascination with him — that lingering puppy love that never quite faded — yet the greater part of her was simply grateful to have him back in her life. although she had filled countless pages with letters — each one encased in her signature lavender envelopes — and visited him behind those sterile walls whenever possible, none of it could substitute for having him back in the flesh.

she bit her lower lip at his words, a subtle effort to keep a giddy smile at bay. i got unfinished business to take care of. once again, she restrained herself from assuming, from leaping to the conclusion that she had any part in that. after all, she could scarcely imagine what post-lockup meant to him or what he was determined to reclaim as he rebuilt his life. and yet... it was almost achingly hard to stop herself from hoping that maybe, just maybe, she ranked near the top of his list.

she settled into the passenger seat, filling his whip with the signature scent of jasmine and dark, bourbon vanilla — a fragrance that seemed to blossom from her pores. as he resumed speaking, she tilted her face toward him like a sunflower seeking light. her manicured brows lifted slightly at his request, and the seriousness in his words brought a fresh flush to her cheeks. deep rose contended with the hue of her dress, the hem of which her fingers playfully caressed over her smooth thighs. somehow, his open claim over her sent her tummy into somersaults. had any other man uttered similar words, she would have met that possessive energy with at least a crinkle of her nose — and at most a string of curses.

she remained still as he closed in on her, her expression betraying none of the electricity coursing through her body at his proximity — just a couple of breaths away. her lips twitched with the hint of a smile as she met his gaze. while she would have savored a kiss from him, a larger part of her relished keeping him guessing — teetering on the edge of anticipation. she longed to see just how far he would stretch for it, both metaphorically and physically. " you agree to let me treat you, i might allow a little cheek kiss... maybe you asking me out. let's see how it goes. " she reached up, her elegant fingers delicately tracing his jawline, as if reaffirming that he was indeed there — every inch of him. her touch then migrated down to settle briefly against the side of his neck before she swiftly withdrew it, as quickly as her caress had been given. " i'm being serious too, by the way… besides, i'm a woman of my word. you gotta let me follow through on my promise, conejito. " playful add-on was meant to diffuse her desire bubbling to the surface, the one that was threatening to dismantle her plan.

" is that so ? well, this grandpa could use a little fun adventures. Maybe i should just choose my friends wisely, i hang out with too many old people." he tried to make light of his friend circle, mostly were old heads from el barrio. having fun these days has been a rare feat in his life. " just know this old soul isn't going anywhere, i got unfinished business to take care of." there was a hidden meaning behind his words, what conejo meant was Jocelyn being his unfinished business. There was no way he'd leave her so he rather pick up where they left off. She's been the only one who he'll ever chase after.

his lips spread into a smile, of course he's happy, she's all he could ever think about during his time being locked up. Jocelyn has been his strength and motivation, to him, he's never lost her and he made sure no one ever tried to touch her. "i remember, i loved seeing you rejection all those fucking losers. besides, you need a real man not a bunch of niños pendejos. Joce, i'd really appreciate if you would keep me away from esas vieja rucas. the only salvation i need is you. it might be years apart but i never stopped thinking about you, things are different now. No suitors, means one thing preciosa. I get to have you all to myself."

laughter slipped from his lips at treating her for tacos. "okay, what will it take for me to agree to your offer? does a kissing sound like a deal or should i ask you out first ? " a smirk appeared on the corner of his lips. when she mentioned about her tummy being extra sensitive, he chuckled. "Pues, te beso la pancita just so you can feel better." closing the small space between them, he eyes her, his gaze piercing through her soul revealing his love for her through them. "i'm not joking, i'm serious."

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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.

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⸻ ❝ 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.

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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.

[othcrworlds]

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."

[othcrworlds]

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?"

[othcrworlds]

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."

[othcrworlds]

“ 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."

[othcrworlds]

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 ?? "