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yandere-yearnings · 4 months ago

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I AM FUCKING SCREAMING, ASCENDING THROUGH THE ROOF,,, THE WALLS CAN NO LONGER CONTAIN ME

genie you absolute genius, you wonderful, precious, big-brained human, how do i thank you for this masterpiece😭💔 ALMOST 5K and it is actually the only thing i'm gonna read from now on ever (+ all your other stuff) i am so taken by this it's not funny, literally in love bc your writing style is everything and the CHARACTERISATIONNNNNNNNNN i couldn't have done better myself, i think you get him more than me actually bc you portray his instability so well, the fact that he notices things and decides not to comment, his little ✨️romantic✨️ heart and then the fucking aggression coming thru. i am not the same person i was before i read this😩💕

and the way you wrote darling in this is fucking stupendous, the co-dependency, the gaslighting and manipulation,, the fact that they know. and that attempt at manipulation on sun even tho he could see through it, THE MARRIAGE LINE TO PLAY INTO HIS DOMESTIC FANATASY DEJHFJDJK

THE WHOLE SUN'S LOVE BEING LIKE HONEY THING IN THE BEGINNING TOO I CANNOT DESCRIBE HOW MUCH I LOVED IT❗️❗️❗️❗️you somehow captured him perfectly in just the first line and paragraphs that i am in awe, genuinely. and the BANTER, casonova,, the lady killer line killed me bc it is just so fucking good i audibly gasped when reading it. THEN THE BODY COUNT BIT THAT CAME AFTER i am kissing your brain rn just so you know, the way you're able to back-and-forth in dialouge is so satisfying hhhh

and then you wrote the gore scene so wonderfully (that makes me sound unhinged but i really appreciate good horror scenes like that) i was sitting there hitched breath and all and ive never been so invested before in my life like,,

the fact that even despite the... less than ideal circumstances, you can tell that sun is still very much sun in his nuances is just so astounding. how he switches between shy and then detatched and overjoyed to fucking murderous, you did it all so well it has my jaw on the floor in the best way

i could genuinely talk abt it for years, and you can watch me come back to this every day bc the way you write has me in a positive chokehold. my commentary has nothing on the actual thing, i think everyone should read this rn bc the prose speaks for itself really❤️ genie, you don't know how happy this made me and i wanna thank you eternally for spending time on crafting this work of art🥺🩷 i'm gonna treasure it forever, i am literally smiling so hard rn, thank you so so so much, i love you😭💕

sweet little thing called love ♡

yandere x gn reader

almost 5k words of dar's ( @yandere-yearnings ) oc sun bc i'm in luv with him, ty for letting me write about him i hope u like this xox ♡ yeah he's evil and vile and twisted and sick and objectively horrible but he's my little meow meow so,, leave him alone ok he's innocent i swear no guys i swear pls... i can fix him [gunshots]

cw; violence to side character/s (blood and gore, carving skin, implied death) possessive thoughts and behaviours, severe jealousy, toxic relationship dynamics (dubcon, coercive relationship, darling is gaslighting themselves, 'mutual' manipulation) nobody's quite mentally stable in this one whoops!

sun’s love is like honey.

heavy and viscous and thick, the way it was never quite easy to swallow. saccharine, with how it always left a sickly sweet taste in your mouth. suffocating, above all, the way you’d overwhelmingly feel as if you’d been entrapped by the extent of his obsessive affections.

you knew that your boyfriend loved you with a ferocity you couldn’t quite fathom.

and so, it was because you knew him so well, that you could tell you’d fucked up when that lovely smile on his lips didn’t quite reach his eyes.

most of the time, your boyfriend was easy to understand. his flushed cheeks and shaky voice always gave him away.

you knew, after dating him for so long, that he loved when you quietly ran your hands through his hair, leaning over to press appreciative kisses to the darling constellation of beauty marks on his pretty face. you knew he loved those scattered faux rose petals that formed a haphazard path leading the way to a romantic, candlelit dinner date that ended with the two of you a breathless, tangled mess under the sheets.

in this moment, though, the man before you is unrecognisable.

“oh, baby.” those golden eyes are dull, as they trail over your face, lingering on your cheek where a faded lipstick mark remains. he hums in contemplation, beckoning you closer with a lithe finger, “come here.”

you hesitate before him, simply looking down at him stupidly.

he’s sitting on the picnic mat the two of you had set up earlier, and only a few minutes ago you’d been feeding him small pieces of sweet fruit, laughing at the juice that coated his lips, and ran down his chin. laughing even more, with how he’d started stuttering and trembling when you’d offered to lick up that mess for him.

but you’re not laughing anymore, and neither is he.

“darling,” sun drawls. “sit. the. fuck. down.”

and so you scramble to take off your shoes and quickly crawl onto the picnic mat where he sits, the wicker basket and the savoury snacks and sweet treats it boasted laying forgotten besides him. the warm food the two of you had prepared going cold, cold, cold.

“i’m… i’m sorry.”

you tell yourself sun won’t act out, not in a public park where people occasionally pass by your cute little setup; even if it is tucked away behind a few of the bigger willow trees, their drooping branches providing you with a thin curtain of privacy in which you are utterly at the mercy of the man before you.

“yes, you should be sorry,” he says softly, a hand reaching out to caress the side of your face. you lean into his palm, as he looks down at you. “are you going to tell me who that was, baby?”

he’s referring to the old friend you’d just encountered, after years of no contact once the two of you had naturally distanced following graduation—and yet you’d recognised each other straight away, even if her hair was dyed brightly pink now, and you were much more jittery than she’d known you to be all those years ago.

“we used to be close.” you reply, desperately hoping you can get through to him this time. you’ve been so good, surely you’ve made some progress. “i-i didn’t know she was gonna kiss me, but i’m sure it meant nothing! she’s always been… affectionate.”

the memory of the pink haired girl frowning for a second when you’d told her the obvious lie about not having a phone, despite obviously holding it behind your back. the way she didn’t notice you nervously glancing back towards the willow trees when she planted a chase kiss to your cheek, choosing not to comment on how your breath hitched when she did—

“she kissed you,” sun repeats, running his thumb over the light trace of a faint lipstick mark on your skin. “but you know what’s really funny, darling?” his wry voice is ironically devoid of any genuine humour, “she kissed you, and you let her. you just stood there when she put her dirty lips on you,” his eyes narrow, and you catch a glimpse of something crazed behind that feigned apathy. “and like some touch starved attention seeker, i’m sure you fucking loved when she kissed you.”

“sun!” your eyes widen at the accusation, and you will yourself to deny it even though it feels like your mouth’s been stuffed with cotton. you force yourself to say something, partly to appease him and partly to save yourself. “no—”

“you think i’m some fucking idiot, babe?” he pushes his thumb into your cheek, dragging it down with an unnecessary amount of force that smudges the stain, and leaves your face aching in the wake of his touch, the same way it does after your lips have been curled into fake smiles all day. “come on, spit it out. i’m dying to know.”

“sun, you need to—”

“you’re not going to tell me what i need to do, darling.” he says, and there’s something about the way he speaks that has you immediately stop trying to get through to him this way. “you leave that to me and just answer my questions, okay?”

you nod wordlessly, desperately.

“did you like how her lips felt on your skin?” sun runs a finger down your throat, slipping beneath the neckline of the pretty fabrics you were donned in. his touch is warm, and it has you unintentionally leaning into it, in favour of the cold breeze on your back.

“you like this mark she left on you more than all of mine?” the thumb on your face only digging deeper into your skin, the other painfully pressing into a pretty hickey that he’d put there with his swollen lips, only last night. you wince, both at the sheer hurt of the memory and his touch.

“did it get you excited, knowing i was watching?” he asks, voice dipping an octave lower, rougher around the edges. you tried to meet his eyes, but his gaze was on that fucking lipstick stain your friend had left behind; the mark of an unwelcome affection on what belonged to him.

“or did you wish i wasn’t watching,” he muses, eyes finally meeting yours, no remorse in those golden pools that stare at you, entirely unblinking. “so you could fuck her instead?”

your eyes widen, and he starts to look a little blurry with how your head feels like it’s spinning and splitting and—

“you know,” you’re about to speak, but he only moves the hand that has been creeping under your clothes so that a finger is firmly pressed against your lips. sun smiles, then, and you think that surely it’s because he can hear the pathetic sound of your heart going absolutely fucking haywire.

“i’ve got half a mind to carve this sweet little thing out your fucking skin,” he admits, “give me one good reason that i shouldn’t, darling.”

your boyfriend leans away at that, and despite the flooding sense of relief that overwhelms you, there’s also a nagging sense of disappointment that he isn’t touching you anymore.

“sun,” you breathe, and you wonder how the old you would react if they could see you now; how you bend and break to meet the whims of your pretty boyfriend. “i didn’t like that she kissed me. i—” a brief pause, as you turn your gaze to the soft gingham of the picnic blanket. “i begged her not to, but she did it anyways.”

a little white lie wouldn’t hurt you now, you decided, even though you knew you hadn’t told her anything, what truly mattered was convincing sun that you had.

“did you, now? because you looked overjoyed crawling back to me, baby.”

it was a shaky, placating smile you’d given him at best, but you know your boyfriend is far beyond reason now.

“i didn’t want to ruin our picnic!” you insist, and there’s no need to fake the tears that threaten to fall from your wide eyes. sun doesn’t even blink, and there’s no remorse in those golden eyes that stare at you, entirely unblinking. it’s too much. “i begged her! i promise i told her that i was with you and- and- and she even asked for my phone number and i didn’t give it to her!”

“obviously,” you don’t know what you expect, but it’s certainly more than what sun offers you. “i’ve let you keep that honeyed tongue of yours for a reason, darling. trust me, it would be much easier for me if you were without it.”

“she wouldn’t have kissed you if you couldn’t have talked back to her.” your boyfriend seems to be thinking something through, the way he hums in thought. “wouldn’t that be nice? could do all the talking for you.” the saccharine tone he uses is too sickly sweet for your liking, and it hurts—

you’ve become too reliant on sun’s validation in the time you’ve been together.

in some sick way, he’s become the primary source of light and warmth in your little life. so when he turns away, leaving you in the dark like he does now, you’ll say anything to get back into his good graces, dignity be damned; you hate nothing more than when your sun is upset with you—

—and you know him well enough to make sure that he doesn’t remain that way.

unfortunately for not only him, but also for you.

“but…” you start, in a small and shaky voice you know he can’t help but take pity on. “but i told her i was married. i said my husband wouldn’t like to be kept waiting. i didn’t want her to touch me!” you rub your eyes with the back of your hands, “i’m sorry, sun. i’m sorry, so please please please don’t be mad, i love you.”

of course, you’d said no such thing, too surprised to let out a single word in that moment, choosing to focus on the bright pink colour of her hair as opposed to the strange look she gave you when she realised just how much you’d changed.

none of that change had come by choice, of course, but it was there now, regardless.

there’s a tense moment of absolute silence between the two of you, save for the sound of your own shallow breathing, and then you feel that almost tangible tension begin to give way to something else entirely—something you’re not aware is just as dangerous, for both you and your pink haired friend.

you don’t even realise when warm hands pull you closer and into a familiar embrace, only instinctively curling closer. “oh, babe, come here.”

sun runs a hand through your hair as you cry, gently holding you to him like a lover does. the warmth you’d so desperately been craving before seeps through the cracks in his resolve, and you cling to him tighter, finding solace in this man you’ve tragically come to love, as he silently soothes you, despite being the sole cause of your misery.

“darling,” his voice is low when he speaks, except now the questions he asks are sweeter, compelled by the most primal part of him that yearns, above all, for an unconditional, picturesque love. “why did you tell her i was your husband?”

“because i wanna…” you pause for a mere moment, realising that there’s no turning back now from this point onwards. no point complaining now when you dug this hole for yourself, you suppose. “well…”

“becauseiwannamarryyouoneday.” the words come out all rushed, in one breath.

because i wanna marry you one day.

sun’s absolutely still for a second, and you think you’ve somehow fucked up, an apology dancing on the tip of your tongue—

—but you’re basking in those warm rays of absolute joy again, when he presses a flurry of happy little kisses to you, seemingly an entirely different man than the cold one who’d threatened to carve out your skin only moments ago.

“oh, baby! that’s so sweet!” he coos, burying his head in the crook of your neck, his lips featherlight as they pepper you in soft kisses that have you squirming in his arms, with how they tickle. “oh, i love you so so much!”

“i love you, too—”

“you wanna,” low murmurs between a flurry of never ending kisses, “marry me?” you nod against him, feel his lips curl into a smile against your skin, “sweet, darling baby.” he practically sings, face all flushed and pretty and pink as he breathes you in shamelessly, “gonna make you my little spouse.”

your hand comes up to roughly wipe away the now smudged lipstick stain on your cheek as your boyfriend continues to whisper sweet nothings against your skin.

sun pretends not to notice what you’re doing, and you think you’d call that mercy.

hours later, when you’ve shown sun just how sorry you are, and he’s accepted that apology of yours—

he might have let you keep that sweet tongue for more than one reason; you certainly know how to put it to good use.

—he’ll head out under the guise of some “work thing” as he so unceremoniously put it. not wanting to test your luck, you hadn’t pushed, only seeing him off at the door with an innocent kiss, and those big starry eyes you knew he was a sucker for.

it was when you’d been eating dinner alone, a few hours later, that he’d called you on the phone you very much did have. you didn’t even check who it was before picking up, knowing he was your only saved contact.

“i’m going to come home late, tonight.” sun says regretfully, the moment you pick up the phone. he doesn’t even greet you with his usual million compliments of how much he adores you and how desperately he misses you. “you don’t need to wait up for me.”

“but i wanna wait for you! i really wanted to…” you trail off, and your voice is softer when you speak again.

“can you just keep me company over the phone? pretty please, sun?”

sun is nothing more than a man at your mercy. honestly, how is he meant to help the way his face inevitably flushes at the way you ask so nicely?

you have no idea how much sun loves that pleading tone of yours; even now, it’s got his hands shaking—which makes putting on these heavy duty rubber gloves unnecessarily difficult.

“only because you asked so sweetly,” he concedes. sun’s tone is lighthearted, and you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding at the mellifluous sound. “and i love you too much to say no to you, but who would have guessed that, right?”

“definitely not me,” you quip. “because in that case, i wouldn’t be eating dinner all alone, and you would be sitting across from me right now and rambling about how obsessed you are with me.”

your voice on speaker, and the light sound of his footsteps are the only sound in this unfamiliar room sun finds himself in as he steps over the unconcious body laying at his feet, to pick up a digital camera sitting on the nightstand.

“i’m flattered you miss me so much, sweetheart. if you want, darling, i can tell you how obsessed i am with you right now.” he offers shyly, “you might end up falling asleep though, because i could go on forever.”

and he means it, honestly. if you knew, you might actually think that would be the most terrifying part about sun’s affection; how eager he is to be so entirely earnest in his adoration for you.

“how about you save that for when you’re back home, and tell me something else?”

the camera comes to life with a melodic ring. sun catches a glimpse of his own face on the screen, and whilst the features are identical to the man you know and love—there’s no mistaking the fresh, crimson blood splattered across his jaw.

it’s smudged, too, with the way he’d tried to rub it off with the back of his hand. despite how incredibly sweet you are, he’s not sure you’ll love this look on him, so he makes a mental note to clean up before going back home to you.

“whatever you want to know,” he responds. you and sun both know that you’re smart enough to be aware of certain questions you shouldn’t ask; lines you’d do well not to cross. “ask away, baby.”

“well,” you start tentatively. “i hope you don’t mind me asking, but…”

“go on,” he encourages you, sounding all gentler and kinder and nicer the way he knows you like him to be.

“…where are you?”

“would you believe me,” he laughs lightly. “if i told you i was in a woman’s bedroom?”

you frown, “is she in there with you?”

he spares a quick glance back at the woman sprawled on the floor behind him, her pink hair darkened and damp with her own blood.

“nah. she’s… out right now.”

“what sort of work thing is this?”

“more of a chore, really.” sun sighs, going through the camera’s gallery until he’s far back enough to have found what he was looking for. it’s a picture of you in a graduation gown, smiling cheek to cheek with a girl that is undoubtedly the one who’d dared to kiss you today. “don’t worry, baby. this is just something i have to get done if i want to make sure we live comfortably when we’re married.”

“oh!” you flush, and he can’t help but blush too, whilst committing every stunning feature of yours in that charming photo to memory. “well, good luck then.” he thought it’d take much longer to convince you to marry him, so imagine his surprise when you were the first one to bring up your desire to be his spouse, entirely unprompted, and of your own volition. “i hope it’s nothing too annoying.”

“it’s easy,” sun couldn’t help the way his lips curled into a grin at the idea of being your husband. it would have been sweet, it not for the circumstances. he puts the camera back down exactly where he picked it up, digging through a pile of clothes haphazardly tossed onto the bed. “everything is easy and worth it if i’m doing it for you, baby.” sun picks up a pair of hello kitty socks, “because i love you.”

“flatterer.” he can basically hear you roll your eyes, even though he knows how fond you are when he tells you about how much you mean to him. sun knows about your developed depency on his validation and affirmation. he’d be stupid not to.

he’d also be stupid not to realise what you were playing at in the park, earlier today.

but it worked in his favour, got you all soft and sweet in the palm of his hands, waiting for him to put a ring on you; so who is he to complain?

“is it flattery if it works?” the man turns to the woman on the floor, crouching down and using his hand to pry open her mouth before he pushes the socks past her lips, effectively gagging her.

he must have knocked her out harder than he thought, because she’s still out. “you’re breaking my heart, baby.” sun pouts, and even though he knows you can’t see him, he turns to where his phone is sitting on the windowsill, on speaker. “didn’t even say it back to me…”

“i love you,” you’re shy when you say it, probably thinking back to a few hours ago, when you’d been letting the worlds fall from your bruised lips like a prayer against the inside of his thighs, “so much, sunshine.”

your boyfriend grins at the confession, “and yet,” he lets out a long, sad sigh he’s happy to hear you giggling at. “i still love you a million times more.”

“is that why you’re in some woman’s bedroom at this time of night?” sun leans back to check the rope he’d tied around your old friend’s wrists, bound behind her. her ankles, too, because he isn’t in the mood to give chase tonight, only wanting this to be over as soon as possible so he can come back home to you.

“i’m in high demand,” he shrugs, playing along with you.

“you casanova,” you tease. satisfied that the knots he’s tied are tight enough, he leans back, still knelt besides her unconscious body. he pulls out a knife from his back pocket, one of those finer ones with a sharp blade. the smaller ones, meant to cut things up all fancy and precise. “how could you be so cruel?”

“personally,” you can practically hear sun smile over the phone. what you can’t see is the way the man you’ve come to love uses the knife in his hands to push a certain someone’s pink hair out of her face, and traces the shape of her red lips with the blade, “i’d consider myself more of a lady killer.”

“would you, now?” sun adjusts his position so that he’s now kneeling directly on top of her, one knew pressed to her chest, keeping her pinned down to the floor, in an utterly helpless heap of painfully bound limbs. “well, try not to get too much blood on your hands, my handsome lady killer.”

“no promises.” he shoots back, pressing the blade against her skin and drawing first blood. a thin line of crimson blossoms just beneath her lips, a satisfying hue much darker than the lipstick she had on when she kissed you.

you sigh dramatically. “i can’t believe my boyfriend’s love has two types of body counts.” sun lets out a giddy laugh when the woman beneath him finally begins to come to, her lashes fluttering, gaze unfocused as she rapidly blinks, trying to make sense of the weight holding her down, the searing pain on her face and hands and legs and—

“your boyfriend’s partner must be the loveliest, sweetest thing in the world.” sun whistles, when the woman starts thrashing beneath him in a futile attempt to escape, panic setlling in once she catches a glimpse of light reflect against the knife’s blade, poised and ready to carve off the lips that had touched you. “considering how much he loves them.”

“can’t deny that.” you grin, the line goes quiet for a moment. sun stuffs the hello kitty socks further back in her mouth, the makeshift gag muffling the sounds of her screams. your voice is hesitant, when you speak again. “hey, sunshine?”

“yes, my love?” sun asks sweetly, willing his hands to stop trembling from the adorable name you’ve come to start calling him by—digging his knee further into the woman’s body, as tears start to fall from her wide eyes at the sheer pain.

now that he’s using his full strength, feeling the way her ribs nearly bend beneath him, it puts the way he’d been barely pressing his thumb into your cheeks earlier today to shame. the two are incomparable, given how fucking gentle he was being with you.

“come home soon, please?” you bite the inside of your cheek, speaking in more of a hushed tone than before. “i think,” sun thinks he might have broken your friend’s ribs, with how she violently sobs beneath him. he doesn’t care enough to find out. “i think i’m gonna hang up now, because i don’t wanna keep you from whatever you’re doing but…” he pulls at her bottom lip, round around the makeshift gag. “i miss you.”

“aww, baby.” lining up the cut as well as he can, even though she still struggles, the knife’s blade is sharp as it digs into the soft, gummy flesh. “i miss you, too.”

“i’ll be home soon, okay?” the woman’s lips tear, and he collects what he cuts in his hands. her mouth is entirely dry, save for the blood that runs in rivulets, like a crimson river of his own making. “don’t force yourself to wait up. i love you, darling.”

“i know you do,” you smile softly. your boyfriend is so good to you. how lucky you are to have this sweet man all to yourself. you’d do well to keep him happy, “good night, sun.”

your night will be ending soon as you inevitably wander back to the bed you two share, but sun’s night is only just beginning.

“goodnight, baby.”

“hi, sunny.”

when your boyfriend crawls into the covers besides you, you’re the first to welcome him home, not even sparing a glance at the time, before your arms are around him and he’s lying down against your chest, listening to the slow, steady sound of your heartbeat. “missed you.”

“i know,” he says gently, pressing a kiss to your chest, loving the feeling of your hands running through his damp hair. he’s glad you’re too tired to say anything, he had to take a quick shower to wash all that blood and gore off his body. he’d made sure to use your conditioner and body wash, rubbing it into his skin where it mixed with the dried blood that clung to him, washing out in light pink, foamy bubbles.

sun won’t let you go out for a while, the both of you know that, as you lie down together; but whilst you think it’s more about the memory of the lipstick stain marring your pretty face, sun knows it’s because he can’t risk you seeing all of the missing posters that will inevitably follow, of a familiar girl you’re bound to recognise.

one with red lips and bright pink hair.

tomorrow, he thinks to himself, he’s going to ask you what sort of ring you’d like.

he hopes you say gold, just like his eyes. or you could say silver, just like his knife. anything to keep you happy, and in his arms.

anything for you, forever.

you let out a soft yawn, and sun lets one of his hands wander, rubbing soothing circles on your arm in an attempt to lull you back to sleep. he’s glad you didn’t wait up; he loves lazy nights like this where you’re too exhausted to be anything but utterly soft with him.

“go to sleep, my love. i’ve got you.”

you only nod along to whatever he whispers in the darkness of your little room, pretend not to notice the faint coppery scent that lingers on the nape of his neck when you breathe him in; and you think you’d call that forgiveness.

#i rambled too much but im never gonna get over this #genie the genius #making all the wishes i never knew i had come true #did i mention how much i love the way you describe his appearance btw bc it is fucking PHENOMENAL #museum opening just for your writing when #i hope you know i am marinating your ocs in my head btw #loser yan i am looking at you #thank you again #i literally haven't been this happy in months #it really means everything to me😭#♡ dar reblogs #Dar's Sun #♡ dar's precious mutuals #OH ALSO #I SHOULD BE THANKING YOU FOR WRITING HIM PLS WHY ARE YOU THANKING ME #AND LIKE DOESNT EVEN CUT IT I AM IN LOVE #ENAMOURED #ABSOLUTLEY OBSESSED❗️❗️

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HOW THEY ARE IN BED ♡ WIND BREAKER

headcanons - ft. suo, sakura, nirei, ume

—[♡] SUO HAYATO

Suo will be extremely doting and perceptive. This one would definitely be stimulating your senses and your feelings 💖. He's so in tuned with your emotions and with what makes you feel good. He is extra slow and very precise it’s almost a place unexplored. You gotta be begging him please. Like a lot. And he'll chuckle in your helplessness finding it cute.

"Fine, you really like it that much, huh?" he'll say with cheeky sweet smile on his face.

He’d see into it that there’s not a significant distance between you and would snake himself around you. Your breaths in each other's lips as he penetrates you deep, the tip of his cock is kissing your womb ever so slightly. Every movement of his lips on your body is a kiss and yes, that sweet sweet mouth never leaves you and here you thought he's only good at talking.

He’s in love with your moans, he hears them as your ‘i love you’s’. Suo would shower you with compliments and he’d say it like he’s breathless over you every time

“Sweet…you’re just so sweet.” he’d tell you whenever he’d get a taste of your skin, your lips or your pussy/dick. But ain’t he the sweetest? His gentle words and profession of love is reflected by how gentle yet firm he holds your hips with every stroke. You feel the intensity of his emotions for you by how he pushes in and out, losing himself into you. Suo's very last cry would be your name and you cradled him to your arms as you drowned in his love. Not to mention, aftercare king.

—[♡] SAKURA HARUKA

Sakura will be intense. There's no other way to put it. He has a tendency to lose himself with all the rough pounding and grinding which will definitely leave marks he'd be proud to have on you. He'll try to pace himself down as there's still that sweetheart side of him that wants to be slow, gentle and affectionate no matter how hard he denies. Because of this shyness, he prefers to take you from behind, at first.

"How're you feeling it, Y/N?! Do you want it harder?!" He grunts, wishing you'd say yes.

If you say yes, well, you'll get what you're asking for, he'll pounce on you, until you feel so full and almost close to sore you're losing your mind. He has a high stamina, he blooms right when he's getting the hang of it, and he just can't seem to get enough once you started it. He gets better and better in making you crazy. He's all or nothing and will pour a hundred percent of himself in fucking you and in spilling all of him inside you, feeling a sense of pride that it was a part of him that's leaking inside your precious little hole.

You can't help but loudly express the overwhelming pleasure he brings you. Your head is filled by the sound of your groaning and your bodies bumping against each other as he grind on you raw.

He is wants to be the best and strongest and he just have the perfect package to make you feel just that. Sakura muffles your scream with a kiss as you scratch his back. As you calmed down together, he held you close in his arms, all wrapped around you like. Then, your eyes met and you know he's down for another again.

—[♡] NIREI AKIHIKO

Nirei will be a big worshipper. This one is down for any kink you want. Roleplay? You got it, honey!

“R-really, you want that? A-are you serious?” his voice gradually diminishing from neurotic to shy.

As long as it doesn't hurt you.

Deep inside though, he is already planning to deliver what you desire. because he’s goddamn prepared. All the time. He got those mental notes of every kink, turn on and sensitive spot you have, and he'll use it to make you feel good.

He’d be your master, your servant…he’d be anything you’d ask him to. Your pleasure is his command. His best role ever. He’s your genie in bed and would grant any of your wishes, constantly asking you if he’s doing it right, do you feel good, and lavishing you with how much he’d do everything for you.

Harder? He’d do it and he won’t stop until he sees satisfaction in your face, in the trembling of your body and in the way you cried out his name.

But if you want the other way around…

This boy won’t hesitate to dominate you if that’s what you like…would even get fired up when he notices your excitement. It’s exciting because you get to see the serious part of him in a pleasurable way. He’d grip on your wrists very tightly until he leaves marks which he will be kissing in the morning, because you want him to do it, right?

He’d tease you, tentatively kissing the inside of your thighs and letting out soft breaths on your most sensitive part, “You want this, y/n? Tell me. Please say it.”

—[♡] UMEMIYA HAJIME

Ume will be very doting matched with his unique gentle firmness. Under his touch, you’re like a moth drawn to a flame cuz he’s blazing with desire all for you it can't be contained. You feel vulnerable and exposed but loving it.

With that unstoppable mouth of his, he’d kiss you in the dirtiest way and would say the dirtiest things.

“Just hear how wet I made you.”

“This feels too good, Y/N. Do you feel it too? Yes? Yes?”

How you’d wish he’d stop talking because it’s making you feel even hotter/harder/wetter, but you cannot help but answer, “Yes! That’s it! That's so good.” God damn, it's just his tongue! And if that isn’t still enough, he feels more energized hearing your intoxicated helplessness.

“Now, we’re going deeper," as he dug deep inside of you, you feel your hole stretching. He burns you in pleasure with every thrusts as your head spin, hazy fire red in your vision. You scream his name as he takes you there. He collapses on you and cuddles.

Looking at you, a smile formed on his face. “You were quite loud back there. It’s cute!”

Your face heats up and it is sure that you’re blushing like hell. It’s his fault!

@pixelcafe-network

#suo smut #sakura smut #nirei smut #umemiya smut #wind breaker smut #wbk smut #suo x reader #sakura xreader #sakura haruka x reader #sakura haruka smut #nirei x reader #umemiya x reader #wind breaker x reader #wbk x reader #suo head canons #sakura headcanons #nirei headcanons #umemiya headcanons

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yandere-wishes · 6 months ago

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✮ Yandere! Boothill x Reader

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Plot: There's a slick black-clad little gal who's been messing with his bounties recently. Boothill's been dying to rustle her up and take a bite

⁀➷ Warnings: Yandere behavior, blood, and gore, war trauma, Genie trying to do a cowboy accent.

⁺₊𝄞₊⁺: Crimson and Clover by Joan Jett

And I don't hardly know her,

But I think I can love her,

Ah, now when she comes walking over,

I've been waiting to show her,

My mind's such a sweet thing

I want to do everything

What a beautiful feeling

It's not like the movies, they fed us on little white lies.

~💜

The first time he sees you there's a tempest of bullets rattling off his chest. Metal singing metal, as shells vie for an opening. It's all very lethal,

like the center of a rabid dust storm. Kissing death and sucking in her poison. Boothill can't tell where the bullets are coming from only that there's a dozen at a time ringing over his head. He shields his face with the metal of his forearms peaking through the gap to catch a glimpse of black.

Pure black.

That's the first thing he notices as your frenzy yields, You're clad in black from head to toe, even going so far as to dawn an eerie familiar mask. He's seen this scene play out somewhere before, he just can't remember where. "Morning mister", he likes that voice, jejune and teeming with confidence. It reminds him of himself, back when the sunset used to mean something and he could still feel wheat stocks under his soft palms.

"Howdy lil'lady I reckon you're in my way. Mind stepping aside before you get yourself hurt?" Your answer comes in the form of an aimed pistol, spine straight, midnight serape caught on the wind. He thinks you look a little too much like the folks back home -back when there was a home- blood boiling over eager for a fight. His bounty is standing just over yonder, blocked partly by your stubborn shadow. Boothill doesn't think twice before firing two rounds.

He's met with four...

He's in a cheap motel on Penacony, screwing in bolts that came loose. In the end, you laid claim to his bounty. Dragging him away to the hills. He's left growling at the thought, bested by a muddle-fudging fox. Lil gal probably ain't never even been in a proper shoot-out. The screwdriver cracks under his metal fingers. Boothill ain't about to start letting some pretty little thing get in the way of him and his targets.

The TV screen flickers to a melancholy monochrome. The films are old, distorted, crippled in parts. But he keeps them around, much like everything else about him, it's a bygone thing refusing to die.

He still likes to play them from time to time, trying to elicit the tastes of home. Hearing Nick and Graey setting plates out for dinner as his siblings rush downstairs. The movies are older than the new universe in more ways than one.

They come from a simpler time.

He'd always wondered why someone would bother painting such precious things in black and white. Spilling melancholia into picture frames, leaving everything tasting of vodka and vanilla.

It doesn't matter though, not really. All that matters is the sound of hooves on sand and bullets shooting. So long as the cowboys live their stories, everything else can be forgiven.

But this time something's off. The bandit's black mask shines through, gleaming something awful making him grind his sharp teeth. That damn mask, sitting pretty over a sly smirk. it reminds him of you, little cutie with your slick attitude. What bandit goes around doing hero's work anyway? What kinda twisted little lady are you?

He's getting mighty sick of this. Do you think you own the universe or something? "Been seeing way too much of you lately." There's sand in his Synesthesia Beacon his voice coming out horse, brittle. He kicks the head of an IPC lackey trying to drive home a point. "You getting on my nerves cutie". The ground looks nothing short of a graveyard, bodies scattered some piled. The blood paints the sands in a deep maroon, reflecting the glint of the distant stars. The last soldier is cowering behind you, his whimpers singing in Boothill's ears, one more bullet, that's all it'll take. "This one's mine" you mutter, and he wonders for a moment if the dry weather is getting to you too. "Not a chance pumpkin" his gun's drawn, firing bullets before you can even feel for your holster. The smirking bullet impales your abdomen, aimed point blank at the officer's head. But before the last body can be claimed you kick the man out of the way.

"Damn it" Boothill's anger is tangible, he knows you can feel it between your teeth. He's going to kill you, tear off that star-saken mask, and riddle you with bullets. You're getting too confident.

He doesn't notice your bullets at first. Protostars trying to act all rough and mighty. There's a temporary cluster of dust, a fraction of a second where his eyes aren't pinning you down. That's all it takes and then you're off. Sinking into the darkness and swimming away, taking his target with you.

It's only after the initial anger wears off that Boothill notices a tear on his thigh. A letter scrawled on the frayed leather of his pants. So you've started leaving your own marks, ay cutie?

He almost wishes he could feel the sting of your blade on his flesh. Feel your nails scrapping along his shoulders as he pins you to the ground.

Boothill fires at the moon.

Next time.

Next time for sure....

He's been chasing you for some time now. But catching up with you isn't as easy as he first thought. Seems like you go wherever the wind takes you and he's too busy with revenge to be following your capricious whims. The IPC ain't going to kill itself you know. And Boothill damn well wishes you'd start sitting still. He's heard from a reliable source that the IPC soldiers are throwing a little get to together down in one of the bars. Just a happy birthday for a colleague, nothing fancy. The thought alone makes his mouth water, place will be crawling with pests just waiting to be gunned down. Maybe tomorrow he'll try looking for you again, but tonight? Tonight's his night.

The neons have dulled now, they never were terribly bright to begin with. Penacony may be the land of dreams but not even dreams can stop reality from seeping through. The bar's loud, some new pop singer's music blasting from every speaker. Boothill downs his drink, liking how the ice cubes chime like a bad omen. He shoots the speakers first, needing some peace to focus on what comes next. The peace corp's lackeys are drunk, they stumble over themselves trying to reach him. He shoots each one like a kid playing carnival games. It's almost too easy...

The door is stampeded over by a heard of reinforcements. Somehow even in his drunken daze one of those yella-bellied lapdogs called for help. They're swarming the place like panicked rats, pushing past tables and chairs. Firearms aimed at his head. And for the first time, in a long, long time, Boothill feels a sliver of panic run down his bionic spine.

Motherfudger...

Boothill hears the familiar tumult of bodies hitting the ground before he sees what's actually going on. He feels you before he actually sees you. You're pushed up against his back, guns drawn locked, and loaded. "Heard you needed some help" Even though you offer your usual bravado, Boothill still picks up the nervous lilt in your voice, despite everything he thinks he likes it. It almost tastes sweet. "Best get away before you get yourself hurt little fox." "And let you have all the fun? Never."

"Certe murmur pugnando" Boothill laughs, he remembers those very words coming from a buddy of his before a duel. 'At least we'll die fighting' Somethings never change, even if you've carved out every principle from your body with a rusted kitchen knife. You'll always have those pesky morals stuck inside. He hears you chuckle, wonders if you find it odd that a rowdy galaxy ranger such as himself knows a dead language.

Well, he knows a lot about the dead.

The shoot-out lasts longer than he'd have expected.

But the real surprise lies in how neither of you are dead. Boothill's half laid across the bar, looking at you from under his hat. You're making him a drink following his instruction like a good little wife, not contradiction dressed in ebony. Gunpowder withers on his tongue, the bullet smoke permeates the air mixing with the gleeful tang of spilled blood. "Your drinks sure are complicated" you mutter pushing him his cup before picking up a bottle and reading its labels. "What's so hard about it pumpkin? Little bit of white gem and gin. All's you need." He sips your drink slowly, savoring your flavor. He imagines he's gulping you down, holding you for ransom behind his teeth, feeling your delicate little fists pounding against him. "I don't drink" you mumble as you sit across from him, you look so damn elegant, like a little princess from a fairy tale he use to read to a certain someone. You drink deeply from your glass of ice and water. Boothill focuses on the gentle motion of your throat. He licks his lips, trying to push down the thought of ringing such a fragile thing between his palms.

"So little lady, s'about time you start answering some questions...The hell you doing? Running off with my targets?" You set your cup down, eyes locking on his, there's the deficiency he's missed all night. The trigger hair that's just waiting for the right push. "They're not your targets...not really. They're just people. People whose planet got muffed up. I've been trying to gather them all in one place." For a second Boothill thinks you're talking about his planet, his home, his people. But it only takes one more look at you to understand.

"So, how'd yours die?" There's shrapnel in his throat when he asks, open wounds bleeding once more, filling his throat with bitter memories.

You stiffen, and he knows he's thumbing a broken bone, letting his finger dig between the cracks and snapping their frail linings. "Don't know, wasn't there. All I ever got to see were a few limbs, nothing enough to make a full person." you squeeze the glass until your knuckles turn white.

There's vindication rooted in your veins.

He knows the feeling all too well.

"We ain't so different you and I, reckon we make a pretty good team." His metal fingers lace between your soft skin, tracing the lifelines like an old map.

There's a goldmine hidden behind your lips, he imagines he'll have to kiss you to find the little nuggets. Your lips part, eyes filled with an odd-looking sympathy. What he wouldn't give to feel your plump lips bleed between his jagged teeth. "So..." you ask as his mechanic heart skips a beat. "What about yours?"

You've been laughing for five whole minutes. Boothill shouldn't find the noise as ethereal as he does. His anger lays heavily on his bones, he should be even angrier, lounging a bullet through your thick skull. But he finds the noise a little too perfect to disturb its source. Even if it's only created at his expense. Instead, he has half a mind to slap you, hard enough to shut you u and another to kiss you so hard you forget to breathe. "Damn hell so funny, cutie"

You look at him with those luminous eyes. Filled with pain and riddles. Boothill never did like solving puzzles. He only likes tearing things into bits. He needs you spartan, easy to read and use, and kiss. Not something he needs to piece together first.

"Dear stars you have no freaking idea how ironic you are." You say between bursts of spiteful-rooted giggles.

Why do those words sound so haunting like a ghost kiss? they should open phantom pains, but they sure as hell don't. Why do you always leave his head spinning? Boothill rolls his eyes, then leans over to pull down your mask. You jerk back, rewarding him with a dark grimace. You're out the window before he can ask your name.

"See you next time, cowboy"

"Next time I'm drawing blood"

The moment's over.

Fiddlesticks..

That night, Boothill dreams of you. He's lying in a stiff musty bed. It's too dark, even the moon is scared of showing her face.

Boothill dreams of the old saloons back home. Of their cracked wooden floorboards and the worn-out plush of chairs. In the dreams, you're wearing a black lace gown, like the saloon girls used to. He finds it all too funny that even in his dreams you still haunt him in black. Only now you're smiling, really smiling. Not that sly smirk, or mirthless grin you gave him back in the bar on Penacony. No, this here is a genuine smile and he's damn sure he's the one who put it there. You reach out for his hand, he feels warmth.

His

Yours

The dream is thick and dense like swimming through molasses. In another scene he's dragging you through the old doors, laughing as bullets and card chips hit the floor. There's a horse waiting outside. His horse. At least he thinks it used to be his. He pulls you up roughly in front of him. He's high off the feeling of his fingers wrapped around the rugged reins. High off the steed he holds in a vice grip between his thighs.

He's riding faster than he's ever ridden before, clambering for the sunset trying to engulf the sun. You hold on tight, pressing your cheek to his chest. His heart is beating something fierce between his ribs. He feels like an Aeon watching the universe collapse under his galloping feet.

He feels alive.

With the sun's rays behind you, Boothill could almost mistake you for the star-dwelling angels Nick used to tell him about. There's something poetic in all of this. The cowboy standing off against the black fox.

Dare he call it cinematic?

Boothill creeps closer. Tilting his hat and watching you flash a nervous smile through his lashes. "Volo sentire te inter dentes meos" so you know that dead tongue too. "You will soon darling, that's what I'm hoping for" his reply only dwindles your smile.

He's missed the old duels. Missed staring into the eyes of the one who could kill you. It's all a matter of skill and luck. Whose faster, who the aeon will trust?

Somewhere in the distance, the tumble weeds begin to rattle.

"Now"

His bullet glides through the air, piercing through the dust and sand. Your bullet reverberates from your gun a fraction too late and ricochets past his cheek. Leaving a juicy trail of blood.

But his bullet was aimed at your chest.

And Boothill never misses...

You want vengeance he won't deny you it.

So long as you stay by his side.

He'll tuck you away somewhere safe.

Somewhere you won't be leaving him again.

Boothill cradles your body to his chest. "I promised you blood little fox, and Boothill never goes back on his word." His cheeks hurt from smiling as he lays his hat atop your head. He's Picking you up and walking into the sunset. He knows a good ol'doc who'll patch you right up. And then it's a happy life together.

Well for him anyway.

The end

Taglist: @hihellomy @salhanskkdbfkekfb @gasoline-eater @sp1cym0chi

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moremaybank · 2 years ago

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PLS i’m just seeing this 😭 i love uuuu

Nasty thoughts: Rafe spitting in my mouth while choking me.

Sucking JJ’s dick while he’s trying to have a conversation 😏

splitting this up into two bc i just can't resist 🤪 (mdni)

rafe

"keep your eyes on me. i need to make sure you know who owns this fucking pussy." rafe’s hand tightens around your throat as the other one pushes down on the back of your thigh, opening you up. with sharp and hard movements, he works his cock into you repeatedly. "open your mouth," he orders. you struggle through your whimpers, but you manage to obey him. he gathers his saliva and spits it onto your flat tongue. "swallow." once again, you oblige and swallow his spit. he uses his grip on your throat to draw your face closer to his. he kisses you, slithering his tongue into your mouth and fighting for dominance. at the same time, he jams his cock against your cervix. you whine into his mouth, feeling tears brimming in your eyes and flowing down your cheeks the deeper he goes. "such a good fucking girl for me. i love making you cry with my cock. reminds me how needy you are for me."

“no, jb, i said— oh, shit,” jj’s cut off by the gasp he lets out when your fingers circle his shaft. you spit onto the tip and watch it dribble downward toward his balls. then, tapping the tip against your tongue, you feel him twitch in anticipation. “don’t mind me, baby. go ahead. finish your conversation. just wanna suck on your cock for awhile.” he gulps but nods at you, far too hypnotized by your sultry eyes to say no. “n-nah, i’m still here. i was just saying that— fuck!” you take his cock deep, letting his tip hit the back of your throat. you massage his balls in your hand, playing with them just right as you lap at his cock like a melting scoop of ice cream. "yeah, i-i'm good. i'll just— i'll meet you there." he hangs up the phone, tossing it to the side before threading his fingers into your hair. he gains a tight grip on your head after doing so, and he starts to fuck your mouth. "you're gonna regret that, pretty girl. i'm gonna bruise your perfect throat with my cock."

#love °‧₊♡ ༘⋆#besties *ੈ✩‧₊˚#genie ➴❤︎

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moonchild9350 · 2 months ago

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Spooktober 2024 Masterlist

Hi hi! Below are the fics that will be released for my first ever spooktober. I will release two fics a week, except for the week of Halloween in which I will release only one on the day of honor. I decided to delve into our deepest psych/horrors since it's spooky time. Specific warnings are listed on the actual fic once released. I'm super excited and hope y'all are too ♡

The Manor

Summary: You're an avid horror fan looking for a thrill. Your boyfriend, Chan, tells you about a house in town that is supposedly haunted. You both decide to explore the house, but you may get more than you bargained for.

Pairing: Chan x fab reader, OT8

Genre: horror, mystery, smut

Fate Within the Depths of the Sea

Summary: Minho is saved by you, a siren, while out at sea. It seems like your fate is intertwined as you both fall in love. However, fate never seems to work out for a pair of star crossed lovers.

Pairing: Minho x Siren gn reader

Genre: angst, smut

Lost in a Dream

Summary: We all love to dream, to escape into a fantasy world. You find yourself trapped in the land of the fairies, searching for a way home. You meet a fairy, Changbin, who can help you find your way back home. But, you soon realize even dreams come with a cost.

Pairing: Fairy Changbin x fab reader

Genre: psychological thriller, angst, smut

Prey

Summary: In a world where vampires and humans coexist, albiet not peacefully, you come to realize everything is not as it seems after meeting Hyunjin

Pairing: Vampire Hyunjin x fab reader

Genre: thriller, fluff, smut

Three Wishes

Summary: You find a vessel one day and unsure of what is it, you take it home. Later, the being within informs you that you get three wishes only to change your fate forever. But, there's no warning to tell you to be careful what you wish for...

Pairing: Genie Jisung x gn reader

Genre: psychological thriller, angst

Chosen One

Summary: You are Felix's chosen one. The one he is supposed to keep safe throughout your tumultuous life. He's never put much stock into mortal beings, but that changes once he gets another chance encounter with you.

Pairing: Angel Felix x fab reader

Genre: fantasy au, romance au, angst, fluff, smut (dubcon)

Spell for Love

Summary: You were given a familiar, Seungmin, long ago to help guide you in your spiritual practice as a witch. Seungmin is your everything, both of you being destined to fall for each other. However, fate has other plans as there's chaos when you both break the rules with your love.

Pairing: Familiar Seungmin x witch gn reader

Genre: fantasy au, thriller, fluff, angst, smut

I'll See you in Your Dreams

Summary: You unknowingly summon an incubus after signing your name in an ancient book. Your dreams will never be the same.

Pairing: Incubus Jeongin x fab reader

Genre: angst, Smut

Annddddd last but not least the suprise collab fic with @jeonginsleftcheek.

#stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #skz smut #skz x reader #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #stray kids angst #skz angst #stray kids #stray kids ot8 #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #stray kids kinktober #caitlins spooktober

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yandere-yearnings · 3 months ago

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Know Me Like the Devil Knows My Sins (Loser!Yandere x GN!Reader)

feat. genie's loser yan

♡ oneshot, approx. 1.5k words

♡ post-specific warnings: yandere themes, implied kidnapping, violence, strangulation, implied death

♡ a/n: thank you to @moyazaika for letting me write abt his oc, loser yan!! genie, if you read this, pls ignore the fact that my characterisation sucks ass. this was over 3k but i went back and cut out the waffle bc there was a lot of it lmao, so ig it's technically edited, but not proofread.

♡♡♡

This basement was cold.

Heated blankets and warm meals, however many times a day they were brought to you, didn’t change much. No windows or light for even a semblance of passing time, all you had was the annoying draft that skimmed through the door at the top of the staircase — the one you weren’t allowed near. You wouldn’t have been able to escape even if you wanted to, not with the chain around your ankle. For as free as he tried to make you feel, the heavy metal was a constant reminder that there was no liberty in his love, if it could even be called that.

You were waiting for his return, less because you wanted to and more because it was the only thing you could do other than read the books he’d given you. They were all your favourites, from the stories your mother used to read you as a child to the ones you’d pick up on your way home when you’d grown up. At first, you’d found the thoughtfulness of it endearing, feeling seen and understood and catered to. Somewhere, kept within his walls, you didn’t blame yourself for becoming as delusional as he was.

How could you enjoy anything anymore, with no one to share it with?

Each new day that passed, every page you would read and read again, only accomplished you in realising the loneliness that coiled around you. Second by second, growing larger than your life had been before this. Soon, your loved ones would stop looking for you. Soon, you’d be considered dead — and in death you would be all his. You knew that was what he wanted.

You had made yourself comfortable on the vulnerabilities he presented to you, in the way he shook when your fingers stroked his skin, his shudders at your calling his name. That was all too good to be true. If you had actual control in this, he’d have surrendered to you long ago. You’d been testing it. Playing mind games, pushing limits — he’d shut you down quick, then cover the shrewdness in his eyes with a bashful smile. You were no fool, and clearly he wasn’t either.

Your bitterness surmounted with the echoing of locks clicking open. There wasn’t a need for as many as he had placed to keep you here, you weren’t sure you could even run anymore. You hadn’t used your legs in so long. He’d surely catch you. He’d rip your throat out like he did in your nightmares. You had no faith you wouldn’t become another layer of red on the white paint surrounding. Perhaps you should’ve been thankful, if fear were to be a knife, he’d certainly dulled it for you — slinking in, shoulders slumped and looking as meek as ever. Really, from the first glance, he didn’t look like he could hurt a fly.

“Darling…” there was that tone, demure, like you could do anything to hurt him from your place on this filthy mattress, your place on the floor as he stood above you. Towering. This entire thing felt like a sick joke. You’d once considered there being a chance for you. Hope crumbled just like he did, to his knees to look into your eyes. “I missed you so much today, my love.”

You blinked at him. You knew where this was going.

“I mean- I miss you every day, don’t get me wrong!” Sheepish laughter, twitching fingers — all signs of his wanting your validation. “I just… I couldn’t stop thinking about you, not at all. Work has been so hard, and you’re the only thing I can look forward to truly and- and I really, really wanted to come back home quickly and ask if you’d...”

His sentence trailed off, and it took all you had to suppress the urge to roll your eyes. He wasn’t very creative, that much was obvious. You’d initially chalked it up to some cute sort of performance anxiety that he experienced because he wanted to come off as appealing to you. Now, it had begun to dawn on you that he was simply struggling to keep up the pathetics. As you curled your digits into his hair, as you tugged him closer and let him muffle his weak moan into your neck, you wondered why either of you were bothering anymore. No audience except for the earwigs that crawled about, no one who’d watch this stupid, repetitive show.

“I’ll hold you,” you whispered, tired enough that even your dishonesty could be mistaken as gentle. “I’ll hold your heart. Don’t worry. I know.”

You could feel his lips on your skin, chapped, scraping where he tried to formulate words. You were sure he too felt this warring between the both of you, this constant fight, teasing superiority, challenging who would take the reigns in this sombre dance. Bored out of your mind, anticipating when he’d get tired of you — but you were his infatuation so that could never happen.

“Not enough about me,” he breathed, “my sweetheart, my entire world, you wouldn’t know what I’ve done for you.” His hands dug into your waist where they rested, gripping flesh over fabric like it would give him warmth. It wouldn’t, because it was freezing in here.

“Won’t you tell me?”

Quiet laughter. “You’d be scared if I did.”

“I already am.” Your words made him pull away, made him peer at you with those eyes. You held his gaze. “I already am afraid of you. I already know who you are. Tell me anyway, since-”

“Since you love me.” He interrupted you, finished your sentence with words you had not been planning to utter. He didn’t say it tentatively enough; gave himself away with that and the severe expression on his face that his hair did not hide. It was a shame that now wasn’t one of your better days, lest you’d have heeded the silent warning.

“Since I can’t leave,” you corrected. No energy for even a single ounce of regret, none to even whimper at the violent pressure of his grip on your collarbones.

Sometimes, he’d come to you with blood caked under his fingernails. Sitting there like he was sinless, mouth running for hours about you in every way he could. All your likes and dislikes, all your habits, all your life — as if you didn’t know yourself. Again, those lips were moving, spitting at you like it could quell the anger you could see bubbling beneath the surface.

Your perfect person, he spilled descriptions like the ideals you once had were his intimate study, asking you why. Why wasn’t he enough even though he’s everything you’d ever wanted? When he’d made sure of it? Your chance to answer was taken by lithe fingers on your neck, but if you could, you’d have told him that at its core, it was just that every desire you had, looked like something disgusting on him.

“Sweetheart, this isn’t like you, c’mon,” his words came ringing, buzzing, an entire choir of metal scraping metal underwater, your world spinning and head pressed back into the mattress too fast to stop him from climbing on top of you, “don’t deny your feelings for me.”

Your eyes rolled back and his hold on you only loosened a fraction. Staring at the dark inside your own skull, gasping breaths through bruised tissue. You thought you heard knocking, and surely it’d be death at your door if you didn’t backtrack now, didn’t tell him what he wanted to hear, like you had been until you’d lost yourself in your own lies.

Survival instinct should’ve kicked in, but then sight and sound returned to you, and you accepted that you wouldn’t be the hero in your story. You’d get yourself killed, yet, how could you love a man that loomed over you with eyes on fire? He’d burn you up to make it through the winter, and find another once your ashes were blown away.

Even if it made you a villain, drowning in the blood pooling from your ears, you owed yourself your last rasp to him. “I hate you,” broken and choked on tears cutting through the numbness. Your nails clawing everywhere you could reach, on this bed of springs that felt nothing like the one you so desperately wanted to return to, you mourned all you were losing.

Limbs going numb — salt — you’d never see home again.

When under constant observation, there’s only so much one can conceal about themselves. He knew that well. From the pictures of you in his gallery and the endless notes with your name repeated over and over and over — he’d chosen to obsess, and you were forced to, and you became his mirror the longer he kept you. Going mad, crazy, insane because his was the only face you could remember anymore.

You knew his moods from his scent and his needs from his touch, you knew him to the heart of the blank slate he’d always been, you knew him rooted carnally to you because it was the only thing grounding him. He hadn’t needed to tell you anything really, and you didn’t need to push. You knew him like the devil knew his sins.

And he’d take you to hell for it.

#lovelettersfromdar #yandere x reader #x reader #gn reader #yandere oc #reader insert #male yandere #yan x reader #yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #gender neutral reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere x darling #yandere original character #yandere x y/n #yandere x you

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koyagifs · 3 months ago

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𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓮𝔃 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

.☘︎ ݁˖- Angst | ✦ - mdni | ✿ -Fluff |

OT8 ↴

࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓂃Deep Dive ִֶ ◁◁ II ▷▷ 2:17 ━━━━━━♡━━━ 3:34

the quarry | wip | ✦

Kim Hong Jong ↴

𝒚𝒐𝒖 '𝒏' 𝒎𝒆... -----

--- 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳.♡

Park Seong Hwa ↴

੭﹕𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 ̊ ̟ ꒷꒦ 💬

Jeong Yun Ho ↴

☆ “hold my hand we are both enough”☆

Kang Yeo Sang ↴

˚ ꕮ I'vᥱ got mყ ᥱყᥱ oᥒ ყoᥙ ㅤㅤ۫ㅤᘞ 𐚁̸ ࣪ㅤ𓈒

Choi San ↴

`· . ୨୧⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. ⊹ ‧₊˚ 🍒⋆｡˚

facade of perfection | 2 | 3 | .☘︎ ݁˖ |✿ hidden messages | ✿ echoes of silence |☘︎ ݁˖ right there | ✿

Song Min Gi ↴

ᘒ : In the end . . .

It's him & i 𓂃 ❜ ꒱

Jung Woo Young ↴

𝗰𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 ෴ˋ ╸

🂡 ⊰ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝖺𝗌 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 ♡

Choi Jong Ho ↴

𝑰𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 ♡

9th member au ↴

𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕~

→ what if masterlist → Kprofile → instagram → twitter → youtube → wanteez masterlist → Eras masterlist → what if!

#kim hongjoong ateez #park seonghwa #jung wooyoung #choi san #choi jongho #jeong yunho #song mingi #𓂃 𓈒𓏸 masterlist #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #ateez #ateez x reader #ateez x y/n #ateez fic #ateez angst

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godnectar · 2 years ago

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sylas 🤝🏽 the best ever themes on this hellsite that have me staring for hours on end and drooling at my screen. (this theme has me in a srs chokehold rn)

I- just getting ur attention already has me in a chokehold ngl

#nectar's rambling #♡ lovely genie ♡#tysm my love <3 #i actually get pretty stressed and dumb when doing my themes #so these lil' messages are 😖💗✨#specially coming from u-#gotta say #i might be completely thirsting over that pfp and bold pink 👀

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hellbornsworld · 1 year ago

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ALL BTS MEMBERS WATTPAD RECOMMENDATIONS(1)⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆

➳ She's too innocent for his tastes. But it's only a matter of time before he can turn that pure mind into a dirty one.

«Kim Taehyung keeps on sending flowers to your twin sister's grave.»

"I promise I would never leave you, not in a million years."

"Stop lying, Yoongi. Why promise me a million when you don't even live a hundred years?"

"What if I say I do?"

A cliché story about Min Yoongi who fell in love with his human, you. Because, why not?

"You don't have to see love Darling, you feel it. When you feel it you will know, because you would rather die than live a day without it."

Y/N Han works as a daycare worker from morning till noon. One day, she received a new kid to take care of and unknown to her that the kid's father is actually a very dangerous mafia leader that everyone goes by RM. And when RM laid his eyes on his daughter's daycare teacher he's obsessed instantly.

❝I wish we could've met a totally different way. I hate to admit it, but I won't deny it...

I wish you would fall for me the way I feel I'm falling for you. If only.❞

❝No one ever expected it to be me,❞ Hoseok smirks chillingly. ❝I'm the one with the sweet smile.❞

What's a "love story" without a little darkness?

Yours Truly

JJK

❝You make the stars jealous, mi amor.❞

- In which the richest, most eligible bachelor of Seville lusts for a flamenco dancer below his class.

In which, Min Yoongi, a lonely wolf who fell in love with his own mate's little sister, you.

''I'll turn your software into hardware''

"You were supposed to be a bath bomb!"

"Well turns out its your lucky day, sweetheart, cause you just got something ten times better: me."

"Watch where you're putting your hands, Agent Love."

In which a love genie who sucks at names and a renegade government agent are put together.

He was a patient man.

He wouldn't mind to wait for the right time to reap what he thought he deserved. He had lived in the dark for far too long, that happiness was such a foreign notion for him. Until you crossed his path and awakened something deep inside him. Until he realized there was indeed glowing light on the other side of his world, just a flicker at the end of the journey he had to conquer.

Until the sunshine he had waited became you.

In which a girl has a big crush on the basketball player, min yoongi but she has a secret admirer who has been giving bottles of banana milk with sticky notes every day to her.

"If someone loves you, they'd never put themselves in a position to hurt you."

The story of a man who abandons his wife and son to be with his mistress in a foreign country. However, his world is turned upside down when he receives news that his son has fallen ill with a rare and life-threatening illness.

☁︎FUCKBOY | BFF!Yoongi X Reader | Side : JHS X Reader | Author :

Jiminttrash | 26 chapters | completed |

"It's me or that fuckboy, so choose."

"I'll make you feel so good, my pretty"

In which y/n is too innocent for the kinky bad boy Jeon Jungkook

When the campus heartthrob Jeon Jungkook who's actually a secret, self-professed romantic at heart, and the innocent country girl Kim Y/N, who's actually not as timid and docile as she seems, end up sharing a dorm for the semester, both discover that there's much more to their relationship than what meets the eyes.

they both loved him

but he only loved one of them.

♡‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.♡‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.♡‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.♡‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.♡‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾

OTHER POSTS:

JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATION(1)

JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATION(2)

JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS(3)

JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATION(4)

ALL BTS MEMBERS WATTPAD RECOMMENDATIONS(1)

BTS X READER WATTPAD RECOMMENDATIONS(2)

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seungkwan-s · 1 year ago

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☆ — Put this star in the inbox of your favorite blogs. Its time to spread positivity! 😚💓🫶🏻🌙

i love you <3

#genie 💗#moots ♡#( mail 💌 )#love letters 💌

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queer-codedhero · 1 year ago

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Little Space Journal Prompts! 💕🍼

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

Draw a picture of you and you favorite stuffie!

list of safe food and trigger foods

positive affirmations

what sounds do animals make? With drawing of the animals

draw something that is every color of the rainbow

we may not have powers like super man but we all are hero’s! What are your powers? Are you smart, kind, helpful?

sticker page!

What superhero do you want to be? Draw your super self!

what makes me happy!

make scribbles into art

what do you hide about yourself? How do I find people who support that part of me?

what do others think of you?

what makes me feel safe? Where do I feel safe?

what meal is your favorite?

design an outfit!

draw your BFF!

Your dream vacation!

make a little space playlist

make stuffie profiles with their age, birthday, skills, name, etc.

list your coping skills

Make a holiday!

rate some popular activities

your stims or tics (if you have these)

draw you and your caregiver!

what’s your favorite animal! Tell me about them!

Things that help your age regression block

Favorite TV characters!

wishlist!

secret page >:oo

make a comic

mistakes are ok!

my goals!

self care check list

doodles!

make yourself a Pokémon or Pokémon trainer

what do you love?

Baby mode powers! The things that you do well and help you in little space.

draw some jewelry!

Video games I like

if you were a king/queen/royal…

innerworld! (If a system little)

my wishes if I found a genie

kind things I do

friend list

vacation ideas

draw some flowers and a forest home

why I am special!

pets I want

pet name ideas

label my mind set good and bad

complements I get!

things that make me laugh

jokes I like!

write a fairy tale!

rainy day. What is your rain and umbrella?

how to handle a bully

spooky doodles and stories

fun activities for every season

board games I like

healthy relationships! My boundaries!

I dislike…

make a dictionary with little space language

my favorite nicknames

triggers list (pos and neg)

paci design ideas

things that cheer you up!

weird drawings! (Ex. A flying apple super hero)

my gender and identity (because you are validddd!!)

make yourself a Sanrio character!

favorite and less favorite textures

dreams

if I was an animal

my touch boundaries

how to handle others disrespecting your regression

bath time!

song that help you regress

your favorite books

make your own coloring page

my melody or kuromi?

my favorite activities

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

#age regression #age regressor #agere caregiver #little space sfw #sfw littlespace #little space #autistic little #sfw agere #agere community #age re safe space #system little #sfw babyspace #babycore

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moremaybank · 2 years ago

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babe stop the way you literally made my day 😭 i love u tysm for reading <333

okay so this prompt came up on my for you and i was thinking it would be good for a jj smut, maybe like really rough sex with a bunch of aftercare

"aw, it hurts? too bad. you're gonna keep taking it until i’m satisfied."

rough sex with jj...

warnings 18+, unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie, rough!jj, a lil dacryphilia (sorry not sorry), squirting, language

author's note i made this into a blurb and added a bit to the prompt, i hope that's okay!

jj masterlist

"j, i- i can't. 'ts too much," you whimpered, your tears staining the sheets beneath you.

jj had brought you to his mercy three times now, with no breaks in between. he currently had you in doggystyle, your face smushed against the mattress as he pressed down on the back of your neck, keeping you there. it was starting to hurt, and you could practically feel the bruising on your cervix as his cock slammed into it over and over, but the pleasure was too thrilling to let go of. you just didn't know if you could cum for him again.

then again, jj had always known your body better than you had.

jj's hand threaded through your messy hair, keeping the other braced on your hip, and he yanked your head up from the bed. "but you will, baby. i'm not fucking stopping until my cum is leaking out of you."

his thrusts became even more unrelenting as he gave you all the energy he had within him. your sobs grew louder, your skin feeling raw from the constant smacking of jj's thighs against yours.

"play with your clit. give me another one. right fucking now."

you struggled to catch your breath, bringing your trembling fingers down to your core. your fingers came into contact with your clit, and your legs threatened to give out when you rubbed it. jj sensed the buckling of your knees and hooked his arm under your stomach, holding your ass up as he continued to pound into you.

once your walls fluttered and you knew you were falling over the edge, you withdrew your hand from your clit as your body quivered. you came loudly, a mess of sobs and moans tumbling past your swollen lips.

"did i say you could stop?" jj gritted, landing a harsh smack on your ass. "i don't think you wanna disappoint me, princess."

"it hurts, j. can't take it anymore. 'm sorry."

"aw," he cooed mockingly, feigning concern, "it hurts? too fucking bad, baby. you're gonna keep taking it until i’m satisfied."

jj withdrew his cock from you, and you felt an empty ache from where he filled you up, but also minor relief.

however, that relief was short-lived when he shoved himself back inside your cunt with no warning. you all but screamed at the punishing pace he picked up, his hips once again striking against yours harshly.

"you're gonna give me one more. i'm not asking," he commanded.

the hand that was hooked under your torso repositioned so that jj could play with your clit once more. you were already a puddle, barely hanging on as jj did whatever he pleased with you.

"look at me, baby," he said, watching your head crane toward him. "fuck, look at that. you're so pretty when you're crying for my cock."

"j, i'm close," you whined.

"then cum for daddy. make me proud and i'll fill you up."

you gave him a nod, although you weren't too sure how much you'd actually moved. you felt the coil in your belly strengthen and snap once more, and your juices exploded out of you, drenching jj in the process.

"shit, i'm fucking drowning in you," jj groaned, throwing his head back. "squeeze my fucking cock, baby. yeah, that's it."

he pummelled into you a few more times and shot his cum into your pussy as he came hard. he kept fucking you as you rode out your highs together.

you both hissed when jj pulled out of you and collapsed on the bed. jj helped pull the covers over you after rolling you onto your back gently and scooted in next to you. he wrapped his arm around your waist, his thumb stroking your bare skin as he nuzzled your neck with the tip of his nose. he dotted loving kisses everywhere he could reach, before raising his head to look at you.

you were limp, and you didn't think you could move even if you wanted to. the look you wore on your face was full of exhaustion and daze, even with your eyes shut.

"you alright, baby? you with me?" jj asked, his tone soft and gentle, the complete opposite of his actions beforehand. "did i take it too far?"

you peeled your eyes open, and you could see the concern lingering behind his gorgeous eyes. "you're good, babe. i mean, i'm exhausted as hell," you chuckled, "but there's nothing i wouldn't do for that cock of yours."

"careful, princess. that mouth of yours will get you fucked again," he smirked. you huffed a laugh, moving as best as you could to snuggle into him.

"you wanna watch a movie? i can get you some snacks and a water. you should hydrate," jj mumbled against your temple after leaving a kiss there.

"yeah," you replied, "but will you just hold me for a bit?"

"of course, baby."

jj tag list (join here!): @maybankslover @kittyqrt @v-velvetykisscs @hobiibobii @rafesdior @fool4him @hemogloban @pankhoeforlife @rafesmuse @lyn07 @houseofperfecttaste @qualitybelieverflower @dudenhaaa27 @princessbetsy123-blog @tori-loves1 @alexxavicry @kenzi-woycehoski @elijahssuit @skydisneylover @adoreyouusugar @obxjjpouge @conniesanchor @baby-maybank @angel037 @wotfasked @rafelover @penny4yourthoughts @adr1an4 @nerd505

#love °‧₊♡ ༘⋆#besties *ੈ✩‧₊˚#genie ➴❤︎

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joelsmochi · 2 years ago

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Be The Boss - Javier Peña

loosely (actually extremely) inspired by the song you can be the boss by lana del rey ♡ i woke up with this idea and immediately got to writing, i love you smut sluts <3 hope you enjoy :3 this is also all lowercase ! i'm thinking of making a part 2... >:)

plot: ofc genie stumbles across javier in more places than one, and they... can't get enough of each other.

warnings: SIMP!javi, language, soulmates trope, mention of drug use, reader is a bit of a javi apologist (i meannnnn), creampie, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), some angst, mentions of death, choking, office sex, public sex, chance of getting caught, sex with other people nearby (not involved), i may have flexed the timeline of the story a bit + steve is there during the cali cartel job (just for storytelling purposes), prob typos + grammatical errors (english & spanish). lmk if i missed anything pls!!!

wc: 9.1k

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⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ✮ ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚

those blue jeans and that white button-up shirt had genie fanning herself since she walked into the supermarket, but what kept making it worse was that the universe seemed to be forcing the two adults into the same aisle. she’d purposefully skip an aisle she needed to go down and circle back later only to find he still spawned wherever she went.

not like she was too awfully mad though. she knew it was just a mere coincidence, or maybe he found her attractive too. maybe she was the one following him, and not the other way around. maybe she was just reading into it too much — this happens often. you know when you go grocery shopping and can’t seem to get away from another customer? maybe that’s all this was. maybe.

later that night she decided to take her friend's boyfriend’s offer up to get out and go to a bar with them, and since she was feeling a little sad that the man from the market never approached her even though she was too bashful to do it herself, she needed a pick me up. third-wheeling with her friend and her boyfriend may just be the motivation she needed to stop feeling sorry for herself.

a couple hours into the night genie was having more fun than she expected. her friend, aimee, was much more considerate than previous ones; she made sure genie felt included in the conversations and even spoiled some inside jokes just so that genie could laugh too.

playing pool, turning down pushy men for dances and drinks, and watching strangers basically have sex in the middle of the bar was more entertaining than she expected. that could just be the alcohol talking though.

she knew the universe was laughing at her, however, when the man from the market walked in with two rubios trailing behind him. genie’s eyes widened a bit, having narrowed from her tipsy state, and as if she couldn’t get more tense at that moment he made eye contact with her. she pretended to be confident about it and gave him a sweet smile while waving. he frowned for a second trying to remember where he’d seen her before.

the pretty girl in the pretty sundress from the market.

he gave genie a half smile and waved back before glancing as his shoes briefly and walking back to his friends.

“go talk to him!” aimee smacked genie’s arm over enthusiastically. “if you don’t i’m dragging him to the table.”

genie laughed knowing she is 100% serious. “i will, just let him settle in for a few minutes. can’t seem like a groupie,” genie bargained.

“who is that?” aimee’s boyfriend, cory asked while eyeing the trio from across the room.

“no idea,” she admitted, “we just kept bumping into each other at the market earlier. i think he was eyeing me, but i didn’t wanna just stare so i don’t know. seems like he recognized me though.”

“well, duh, you’re fucking hot,” aimee exaggeratedly compliments. “especially when you wear those sundresses, your ass looks so big and juicy in those i’m literally jealous.”

“please, you’re literally built like jane fonda, and everyone knows that jane fonda has the perfect ass. i’m jealous of you.”

“can we not talk about how you two basically want to fuck each other when i’m right here?” cory grimaces, but genie could see the smile creeping on his face indicating he was joking.

“awe, if i wanted her i’d have her already,” genie teased.

“she’s right,” aimee confirmed. the two best friends began laughing loudly at cory’s expense when they heard a voice from beside the table.

“perdóname.” [excuse me].

genie turned her head and met eyes with the moreno, grinning widely at his seemingly timid presence. “¿cómo puedo ayudarte?” [how can i help you]

“no tengo mucho tiempo, pero, lo quería darte esto.” he extended a cigarette out to the brunette; she admired how his harsh features softened at the sight of her for a moment, ultimately taking it from his slender fingers with a confidence that she forced yet seemed natural to everyone surrounding. [i don't have much time, but i wanted to give you this]

“gracias. acabas de llegar, ¿no?” [thank you. you just got here, no]

“claro, pero el trabajo llama.” [of course, but work calls]

genie nodded once clearly not believing him as a sly smirk tugged the corners of her lips while she fiddled with the cigarette. she turned it over quickly finding his phone number sloppily written on it. “¿trabajo, sí?” [work, huh]

“what’s he saying?” cory asked; aimee shushes him and genie ignored him, finding herself aiming to maintain the eye contact she held with the handsome stranger.

“¿llámame? salvo que no quieras.” [call me? unless you don’t want to]

“¿cómo debería llamarme?” she was poking at his boundaries which was something she found herself doing often. she loved to laugh and joke, so it was important to her to test those waters. [what should i call you]

he squints, unsure of what exactly she was asking until it dawned on him. “javier. javi.”

“javi,” she tutted after saying his name a way to tease him making him just bashfully smile. “bien. te daré una llamada, javi.” they exchange goodbyes and she turned back to her friends. [good. i’ll give you a call]

“i got javier,” the boy says, “that’s about it.”

“he just wanted me to have his number, that’s all,” genie said.

“are you about to have your first summer fling, genie?!” aimee nearly shouted in attempt to make her blush (which worked every time). “i want every juicy detail when you taint him.”

“you’re lucky i love you.”

genie waited a few days to give this javi a phone call. she didn’t want to seem too eager or desperate as she typically enjoyed waiting until men begged for attention.

but when she did decide to call it was like he had been posted by the phone for the last seventy-two hours because he picked up on the second ring.

“¿bueno?” [hello]

“¿javier?” she asked much more softly than she intended. unbeknownst to her the delicacy in her voice made him weak in the knees.

“sí, ¿eres la mujer del bar?” [yeah, are you the woman from the bar]

“mhm, soy yo,” she answered. she grabbed the phone from the console table and brought it around the corner to sit in her chair by her big kitchen window; the weather was perfect for her: sunny with some big clouds here and small clouds there, not too humid or dry. she just watched the leaves dancing between the wind and focused on how peaceful the world seemed from inside her temporary home. [it’s me]

“nunca supe tu nombre,” he replied while inhaling sharply as he took a hit of his cigarette, “¿cómo se llama, dulzura?” [you never told me your name / what’s your name sweetheart]

she couldn’t fight the laugh that surfaced from the base of her throat as the nickname surprised her. “¿dulzura? mmm, no me hagas colgar, javi.” [sweetheart? don’t make me hang up]

“¿qué?” he laughed along with her, “tenía que llamarte algo, ¿no?” [what? i had to call you something]

“¿me llamaste así a tus amigos?” [you called me that to your friends]

“¿no te gusta? okay, okay, veo.” [you don’t like it? i see]

“no, no es que me no guste. es simplemente… sorprendente, eso.” [no, it’s not that i don’t like it. it’s simply surprising, that’s all]

neither of them could swallow their smiles behind their receivers. they talked for hours, and she still managed to keep her name a secret for the time being. he quickly got in the habit of calling her dulzura and it grew on her just as fast. the way spanish flowed off of his tongue made her cave deeper and deeper into her chair, having to “readjust” her legs a few times to resist her urges to tell him how sexy his was.

“javier…”

his throat was straining from all the talking and laughing they were doing but he ignored it by inhaling cigarette after cigarette. “¿sí, mama?” he cooed quietly.

the way the new little nickname from his lips gave her goose skin and a flushed face, and she was thankful he wasn’t in front of her in that moment because she just might have giving up on her wait and see rule.

“tengo que ir, tengo que ayudar a mi amiga mañana. pero… fue encantador hablar contigo.” [i have to go, i have to help my friend in tomorrow. but it was lovely talking with you]

“yo veo. voy a despertarme temprano mañana también. una cosas más.” [i see. i gotta get up early tomorrow as well. one more thing]

she giggled, somehow already knowing what he was going to ask about. “me llama genie.” [my name is genie]

“genie… ya has hecho realidad mi deseo, dulzura,” he flirted. [you’ve already made my wish come true, sweetheart]

“obtienes dos más, cariño,” she teased. it wasn’t the first time someone used her name as punchline in attempt to flirt with her, and it sounded just as corny coming from javi. the only difference was that she liked it coming from him because he wasn’t trying to hide how bad the joke was, whereas most men try to make it sound original as if they’re fucking poetic legends. javi knew he made stupid jokes and didn’t shy away from it. he didn’t try to put on some stupid façade (at least not with her). [you have two more, love]

“¿dos deseos más? debe ser mi día de suerte.” [two more wishes? it must be my lucky day]

genie gave him a sweet giggle, whispering, “hasta luego, javi.” [later]

“buenas noches, genie.” [good night]

it was like night and day, her first impression of javier was that he was just some man trying to find his way in life, in colombia. she got a real glimpse of him tonight: they got to the bar about an hour ago, and to the other men nearby it was like javier wasn’t even there. they’d stroll up to the table and flirt, hard.

she was trying to be polite and avoid a scene by saying thank you, but i’m not interested or i’m here on a date with this gentleman, but there are other pretty girls around who i’m sure are single.

after the fourth guy, though, javi became noticeably irritable, and well… lost his temper at the fifth guy. genie told herself that they were lucky to not get kicked out after javi’s already bruised fist knocked the other man flat on his skinny ass, but it shook her a bit. a man so sweet and so kind to her yet so violent with others. as fucked up as it was she found it a bit of a turn on, but couldn’t help but wonder if maybe one day he’d lose his temper with her.

all her worries swam away when he sat back down and apologized, a look of pure embarrassment pooling his eyes.

“sorry, i don’t know what took over me,” he whispered, “if you want to go home that’s perfectly fine—“

“javi,” she cooed, “you’re fine.” and she meant it. she not only saw his resentfulness, she felt it radiating off of him. she didn’t want the night to be spoiled by some fuckers who lacked respect. “honestly if every girl was coming up here asking you for a buck and a blowjob i’d probably punch one of them too. no, i would do it.”

“you’re not mad?”

she scrunched her face up and grabbed her drink, raising it to her lips and sipping before she said, “fuck no. well, not at you. it’s not like this is our first real date, anyways. the real one will come soon, i hope.” she gave him a tight smile that showed off parts of her teeth showing javi that she was hopeful and willing to try again. “ugh, i hate saying that.”

“what?” he took a swig of his whiskey.

“‘it’s not our real first date.’ god, that just sounds like i’m crapping on this.”

“no it doesn’t. that’s what we said this was, right? not a first date? just two new friends hanging out?”

she snickered at him. “uh-huh, do two friends just hanging out get jealous and possessive over each other?”

he rolled his eyes wonderingly and bit back a smile. “you know what i mean.”

“sureee i do… then you won’t mind if i go out there and dance, hmm?” she pointed behind herself with her thumb. she wanted to toy with him a little to see what kind of man he was so that she knew how to navigate him.

she only received a squinting glare in response as he asked her to elaborate with his eyes, so she ever so slightly rose up from her chair to lean over the table. his face relaxed at her close proximity, maintaining eye contact with the vixen before him.

“for other guys? since we’re just friends right now, that won’t bug you, right?” she gave him no time to respond as she gave him a kiss so endearing that it swept his mind clear of any thoughts that didn’t include her. she almost moaned at the lingering taste of whiskey and cigarettes on his lips, craving him even more now. the kiss felt like an escape from all of her troubles. she only needed this moment of control and then he could have the rest of her — something she’d never give to anyone else. the kiss was over before it even began, and he found himself simpering for her. “can i go dance for other guys, javier?”

he could only nod like a coward.

javi watched how her thighs glowed underneath the yellow lights as she danced shamelessly in the bar they first met in. he couldn’t take his eyes off of her in the white sundress with her blow dried hair flowing around her shoulders and cheekbones. she wasn’t drunk, no, not even tipsy so he knew that she was just a free spirit with the way she was acting, she spoke her mind and let her body express itself uncaring of the other people in the bar that stared.

he liked the fact that other men were staring at her because even though she was dancing where everyone could watch, she was only dancing for javi to see. he also enjoyed it when a man would approach her and she would just dance her body away from them as it confirmed her growing loyalty to him.

sure she’d forgiven his lack of self control earlier, but now he knows that he doesn’t need to act out to get her attention because he already has it. he didn’t quite understand what was so intriguing about genie, but he wanted to explore her depths (and not just in a sexual way).

he stood up to strut over to her after drinking the rest of his whiskey; he clasped his arms around her waist from behind and took in a deep breathe of her sweet perfume which contrasted the woodsy perfume he noticed her wearing when he gave her his number. he planted a needy but light kiss on the curve where her neck met her shoulder, pressing his hips into her butt firmly before swaying and bouncing with her to the upbeat song.

“people are staring at you, dulzura,” he whispered huskily onto her ear lobe. “these men think you’re single. can’t have that.”

she couldn’t help the cocky grin that spread across her face. “i saw the way you were looking around the room, smiling like you own the place…” she turned around in his tight grasp staring into his territorial eyes with an innocent, but knowing look. “like you own me.”

“i don’t own you, darlin’,” he says monotonously, not even the slightest hint of humor behind his tone, “but i do control you. at least for the night.”

“you can be the boss, daddy.”

she watched the surprise waiver his once stern expression and rather than playing her usual confident self she couldn’t ignore what he said.

i do control you.

she wanted to let him take the reigns on this one and see what javier peña was all about. after all, wait and see was far out of the window at this point.

she just pouts with her eyes and brows and folds her lips between her teeth like she had no idea the effect she had on him. she felt his warm hand slide down to the small of her back, gripping into the clothed skin desperately while he hissed at her facial expression and her dumb eyelashes batting up at him.

she filled him with what felt like so much destitution it was beginning to irritate him. the wanting to take it slow. the giggles and smiles. the dresses—god, he just craved fucking her in that little white sundress. how so much woman fit into one person was beyond him, but he looked at her like she was god created just for him.

yeah… waiting wasn’t happening.

the two of them ran out to his car like a pair of schoolchildren, and javi almost hit other cars or pedestrians at least twice on the way back to his apartment. she just laughed and told him to slow down, the few shots of dark liquor she had getting to her carefulness a bit.

next thing they knew they were naked on the couch, just kissing. that’s all they needed to do. just feel each other’s impure warmth. their lips were far beyond numb but they still went at it. she clung to him like wet on water, and he held her close with his sturdy forearms atop his lap while she rocked her hips occasionally. she poured every moan into his salivating mouth and he swallowed them with pride.

they were in no rush to have sex, they just wanted to need each other for a little bit. their craving for each other exceeded physical intimacy and stretched into every curve of their being as they wept onto each other. she giggled every time she felt more of her juiced pool onto his erection that was nestled between her legs and curved up to her ass. he loved her moans and her giggles and her smiles so much that he found himself smiling with her more than he had with his recent partners.

“javi?” she asked softly after finally pulling away from their hour-long kiss. he hummed and looked at her through his low eyelashes, seemingly drunk off of her kisses. “¿crees que podemos esperar un poco más?” [do you think we can wait a little longer]

he frowned, feeling a tad offended that she seemed a little scared to ask him that. “sí, dulzura. no tienes que preguntar.” he pinched her chin lightly and dragged his fingers around her soft face. [you don’t have to ask]

“no quería asumir.” [i don’t want to assume]

he offered her a loving smile and brought one of her hands up to his lips. “yo puedo esperar, mama.” [i can wait]

she blushed at the compassionate stare he was giving her and rewarded him with a tender kiss on his lips and another one to his forehead. “¿tienes agua?” [do you have water]

“mm-hmm. solo agua de la llave.” [only tap]

she carefully stood up from his thighs and stepped from between his legs to the kitchen. “no soy exigente.” she took it upon herself to grab a couple of glasses from his cabinet and them up up halfway with lukewarm water before she peered her head to her right to find a ring sitting in a small bowl nearby. “javier?” she called, unable to take her eyes off of the jewelry. he hummed and she heard as he stood up from the couch and walked towards her. “are you married?” she asked, finally breaking her stare from the ring and looked at him. [i’m not picky]

he eyebrows knitted together and he gave her a dumbfounded look. “no, why?”

“who’s ring is that then?”

he followed her pointed thumb with his eyes and saw how the ring was perched on top of the junk bowl like a trophy. “shit,” he whispered, glancing at his floor bashfully. “uh, no, genie i am not married. i was engaged, but, i left her… the day of the wedding.”

she couldn’t tell why, but she grew worried. “why?”

shrugging, he couldn’t come up with an answer. “i’m still trying to figure that out myself… i guess i kept the ring hoping it’d give me answer,” he laughed incredulously at his confession. “that was definitely not how i wanted you to find out.”

she nodded and a sense of relief came to calm her down. “i run all the time too,” she replied, waiting a moment before holding out the glass for him to take. he found solace in her words even though he didn’t fully understand it yet. he took a lame sip of his water and set it down on the counter before closing the gap between their still feverish bodies. “we don’t need to talk about it.” her tone was so serious but her smile was playful. “we can just make out for another hour or something.”

they laughed at her suggestion, but just as javi was leaning into kiss her as an acceptance his phone rang. he rolled his eyes and groaned before walking over to answer it. genie didn’t want to eavesdrop so she just strolled over to steal a cigarette from him and walked to his bedroom to blow her smoke out of his screen-less window whilst she looked over the other apartments and the streets. she heard a few gunshots far away and poked her nosy head out to see if she saw something, and when she didn’t she just kept looking around quickly forgetting about it.

it is colombia after all.

she was almost done with her cigarette when javi made an appearance next to her also holding a cigarette.

“everything okay?” she asked, glancing up at him. he nodded and grinned down at her nipples perking up from the cool breeze. “take a picture, perv,” she teased once she realized he was staring, then kicked his calf gently.

“maybe i will, smartass.”

she shook her head and laughed indulgently as he pointed his polaroid up to her naked body that was being illuminated by the orange street lights. he laid the photo on his dresser before hugging her from behind like earlier, and he swayed their nude bodies to music that was heard playing from another house in the distance. she hummed and tossed her cigarette outside before stealing his right off of his pouted lips; he took the liberty of his mouth as opportunity to kiss her shoulders.

she wanted him so badly, but she knew it was just her wound of impatience waiting to be peeled open again. she wasn’t afraid of giving in to him. she was afraid of giving in to herself. javier didn’t make it easy at all, and he saw it, but he just couldn’t help himself.

“mi dulzura…” he breathed onto her hot flesh, trailing his lower lip up to her ear and smacking a kiss on it while his hand found the base of her stomach. she felt herself clench around nothing and moved his hand down to her clit before she could stop herself. he wanted nothing more than to make her feel good and she just gave him permission for that in some aspect. “tu coño todavía está tan mojada… tengo suerte, ¿no?” he rubbed tiny little circles around her clit the same way she would when she’d touch herself. [your pussy is still so wet. i’m lucky, huh]

“alguien podría vernos.” she worried like she wasn’t the one to initiate it. [someone could see us]

he waited a moment to respond. “que nos vean.” [so let them see]

she gave in and let him please her for the whole world to see. the pads of his fingers felt like heaven on her heat as she let go of the fear of getting caught; she leaned her head back onto his shoulder and closed her heavy eyes.

javier wanted to felt her tremble in his arms and hear her call his name. he needed to give her a reason to come back and he knew he could do that with his fingers alone. just like he said: he could wait. and he would wait for her. she was gentle and kind but fearless at the same time. he thought it was sexy the way she never cared what anyone thought of her (anyone she wasn’t familiar with anyways).

“¿te gusta?” [you like that]

she simply nodded rapidly as her chest heaved, her mind straying from reality as she sank deeper into the trap he laid with his fingers. her eyes flew open, however when she heard a group of people walking nearby. “javi,” she panicked, “deberíamos mover—“ [we should move—]

“shut up,” he whispered in her ear through gritted teeth while simultaneously wrapping his free hand around her elongated neck, “tengo esto.” [i got this]

genie moaned louder than she realized and allowed herself to no longer care after javi made his demands. if the people wanted a show then they were going to get it. “claro, después de todo… eres el jefe, papi.” [sure, after all, you’re the boss daddy]

weeks of harmony went by, and even the bad moments weren’t so bad. sometimes javier would meet genie after a shit day at work and wouldn’t be in the mood for company, but he didn’t want to push her away because of it. he still wanted her near and she saw that despite feeling like sometimes she had to walk on eggshells around him on his moody nights. she didn’t mind it too much, it was more of her still trying to learn how to read him which came with some difficulty.

he knew that when they went almost a week without seeing other and constantly missing each other’s phone calls that he was falling hard from how much he missed hearing her voice. genie filled her free time with her friends and gardening but her mind always trailed back to javi.

they’re schedules finally aligned on a tuesday; javi got the day off and wanted genie to meet his partner steve so she took it upon herself to have them over for dinner along with aimee.

“hi, i’m genie,” she introduced excitedly as she shook the man’s hand before inviting them in.

“hey, i’m steve. sorry my wife couldn’t be here tonight,” he said.

genie just waved him off. “oh, don’t worry about it. i’ll make some extra for her if that’s alright?”

“sure, thank you.”

“my friend aimee is here in the other room, feel free to make yourself at home. dinner should be ready in about an hour.” he excused himself and genie turned to javi and immediately gave him a sultry kiss. “mm, i missed you.”

he chuckled and wiped the corner of his mouth before giving her a hug. “i missed you too. how ya doing?”

“better now,” she whispered. “come help me in the kitchen?”

“not sure i can be much help.” he watched her hips bounce back and forth as she led him to her kitchen. “you have a nice home,” he commented; he walked behind her and enveloped her body into a warm hug as she stirred the sauce in her pot.

“thank you.” he gave her neck a few kisses, placed his fingers on her chin to turn her head toward him, and pecked her lips a few times. she blushed and focused on her cooking again, but javi wanted to play with her again as it had been too long since the last time he’d heard her delicious moans. “javier,” she hissed and he just slid his large hands into her tight jeans. “javi,” she laughed, “we are not having a repeat of last time.”

“you’re right, this time we’re not doing it in a window, we’re in your kitchen,” he teased after his fingers found her wetness and dove into it.

she exhaled softly and felt her nipples harden against the fabric of her shirt. “i don’t wanna mess up dinner.”

“focus on dinner then, baby, don’t think about me,” his voiced strained. she nearly laughed again but couldn’t because a moan nearly surfaced. she brought a bowl of diced onions over the pot and let them fall in as an attempt to distract herself. “i’m sure dinner will be lovely, dulzura.” his breath hitched up against her ear when he felt her clench around his fingers. “what are you making?”

“lasagna.”

“it smells good.”

“thank you—oh.” she accidentally smacked the spoon on the counter and sauce flew specks around the wall and stove. “shit!” she reached for a towel and immediately bent forward to wipe the mess up, but she only applied more pressure between her sex and his digits. he took the liberty to ram his fingers as fast as the angle would allow which had her struggling to stand straight, but she continued cleaning her mess up—well, her javi-induced mess. once she was done she put the lid on the pot and told him that she was close.

“already? seems like you needed this more than me. is that right?”

“yes,” she huffed, gripping the ledges of the countertop. “right there.”

“you’re doing so good keeping quiet.”

“me corro, me corro!” she breathed out. she swallowed every other noise that tried to leave her fragile body while her orgasm took over. it was strong and overpowering almost, unlike most of her orgasms that were slow and drawn out. she felt every bit of her climax in the span of just a few seconds but it was well worth it. [i’m cumming]

javi eased up on her fairly quickly and freed his hand, careful to not get any of her cum on her clothes. she tried to steady her body while she resumed dinner and he washed his hands before helping her trembling hands with the heavy pot. they didn’t say anything but they could not stop giggling.

“are you guys stoned or something?” aimee asked spooking the couple.

“we’re literally dea agents,” steve retorted as he stood next to her.

“eh,” genie edged receiving a warning look from javi. “are you?”

“genie,” javi hissed.

“don’t worry, i won’t tell steve about the time you and i got high before watching star wars.”

“really peña?” steve questioned accusingly.

javi gave genie’s ass a light smack, but he knew steve would ultimately forget about it so he just went back to watching genie cook.

the night went by slow which made genie happy. she got to bond with steve and aimee got to bond with javi. it was like the formation of a new, happier, stronger family for genie and she hoped everyone else felt the same way. aimee and steve teased the other two about how smitten they were being all night and how cute it was to see the love they have for each other growing. they all got a little tipsy from whiskey and wine which caused the formation of a brother-sister relationship with steve and aimee — one that javi and genie found adorable, especially with the way they bullied each other for their music tastes and political views in a chaste way.

when the night was closing in steve and aimee made their exits to their significant others and homes, and aimee naturally made the comment, “don’t be too loud now,” more than once.

as soon as they were alone, genie and javi made their debut to her room for pillow talk and cuddles having gotten their release of sexual tension out earlier.

“do you think they heard me?” genie worriedly asked.

“i think we’d know if aimee heard us,” javi quip, snickering as he did so.

“good point.”

genie admired all of his facial features which made him smile keenly. he was handsome, smart, romantic, and caring, but he was also daunting and reserved for everyone but her. she wouldn’t dare resist love from someone so sweet after she experienced a life in the absence of love. javier gave her all the smiles she needed for one lifetime already, but his desire to keep that smile on her face earned him a special place in her fragmented heart because he was making it whole again.

“do you want to keep seeing me? i’m just checking in, making sure we’re all good.” javi’s insecure tone put a frown on her face.

“i do. i like you.”

he blushed and crawled on top of her. “yeah? you like me?”

“yeah i like you a lot, papito. te quiero mucho, papito.”

he closed the space between their lips and he snaked his arms around her back. he felt closer than before to the woman below him because she forgave his sins faster than he did himself. he didn’t know what he did to get this lucky, but he refused to question one of the only good things in his life.

“te quiero, genie,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose along hers.

“me encanta la forma en que dices mi nombre… y la forma en que me besas… la forma en que me tocas. me gustas mucho, javi, no sé lo que haría sin ti.” [i love the way you say my name… and the way you kiss me… the way you touch me. i like you a lot, javi, i don’t know what i’d do without you]

days later javier ended up getting sent home for playing with the enemy, and it left genie in a state of uncertainty. part of her blamed him for the new distance placed between them but she also knew she didn’t understand everything nor did she want to. in this case ignorance was bliss for her.

they set time aside every couple of weeks to keep up with each other for phone calls and she even began considering moving back to the states to be with him, but her loyalty to beth always pushed those thoughts aside. he worried about genie often because her mental health seemed to decline with how much more she was taking care of the sick woman. he’d never ask her to stop knowing he’d do the same for his own family, but once he got put on the case for the cali cartel he knew him being there would put her in good spirits. at least he hoped so.

it had been nearly a year since they’d last seen each other and he wanted it to be a surprise. from what steve had told him she never really moved on despite javi telling her it was okay and that staying friends was best for them for the time being. it angered her how easy he seemed to want to give up, but this wasn’t a fairytale and she knew that it may have very well been years until she was able to see him again so she understood.

genie became more reclusive, only ever seeing her few friends in the foreign state. she and aimee lacked the mental drive to go out and party like they did in the earlier stages of their arrival so beth, steve, connie, and cory were the only other people they spent time with.

javi knocked on her door and as he stood there waiting for an answer he drummed his fingers over his clad thighs. would she look different? would someone else answer the door? would she not want to see him right now? all these thoughts that ran through his head a million miles per hour vanished when he saw that pretty sundress appear before him.

“javier?” she asked softly as if he were unrecognizable.

“it’s me,“ he whispered hoarsely. her beauty sucked all of the air out of him and his body turned to mush when she collided into his broad frame. “it’s me.” he clung to her and breathed her in like she was a wasting memory.

“¡te extrañé, javi! te extrañé mucho.” [i missed you]

“también te extrañé, dulzura,” he whispered into her hair. “i came to surprise you.” [i missed you too]

“come in,” she urged. she ran upstairs to her bedroom and practically dragged him with her. “i need you,” she told him breathlessly. “can i have you?” he simply pressed his soft lips to hers as permission; they ripped their clothes off of each other and she laid him on her bed. just then everything fell back into place.

all of the midday to midnight conversations they had developed meaning. there was no doubt in her mind that her waiting wasn’t pointless or a waste of time. it meant something to the both of them and they wanted to permeate it.

she reached between their bodies and gave his already hard cock a few slow strokes to build up the anticipation. “are you mine?” she asked, a hint of possession in her eyes.

he felt like his soul mended to the shape of hers, her spirit captivating every corner of his mind. he nodded helplessly. “yes,” he moaned with his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“were you loyal to me?” she teased her entrance with his tip, sliding it in slowly.

“yes, i was l—loyal to you.” he couldn’t stop gasping; just the feeling of her slick walls around the first inch of him had him on edge. “i promise.” just then she sunk onto him without further question and felt her wetness pool around him as he stretched her out. they let out sweet moans for each other and began kissing as she bounced on him. “fuck, ya vas a hacer que me corra.” [you’re going to make me cum (already)]

she giggled, lifted herself up, then put her hands on his stomach for better balance. “dame tu leche, papi.” [give me your cum]

he threw his head back while cursing loudly, giving her plump ass a tight squeeze and refusing to let go. “necesito que me des tu leche lindo primero.” [i need you to give me your pretty cum first]

genie groaned and pinched her nipple lightly, feeling the sensitivity spiral down to her pussy. “ven aquí.” he sat up and ran his warm hands over the goosebumps on her back. “lamer mis pezones.” [come here / lick my nipples]

“yeah?” he licked a teasing strip up one of her nipples, giving her puppy dog eyes. “¿quieres que te me lama los pezones?” she hummed at his question and fluttered her eyes shut when he began sucking one and used his thumb to rub circles on the other one, his mustache grazing her skin adding to the pleasure. she continued her rhythm on top of him while he kept her steady. he felt his eyes light up at the sight of her. sweaty, eager, desperate. he knew that he never wanted to feel anyone else do this for him, and no one could make him feel nearly as good. he had to let his mind wander from time to time because of how close he was getting to cumming inside of her. he didn’t want this to end so soon. he wanted this to be the memory she touched herself to whenever he couldn’t be around. he needed the feeling of his thick cock stretching and pleasing her slick cunt to be engraved so deeply into her mind that the thought of it alone would make her cum on her own fingers. “eres tan jodidamente perfecta, mama. so fucking perfect.” [you want me to lick your nipples / you’re so fucking perfect]

she loved the way he cowered his face into her chest as a way to feel more of her and the way he kissed up her sternum until his lips met hers. he cradled her in his arms so that he could switch their positions wanting to see how good he could make her feel. he freed her face of loose hair strands and gave her tiny kisses while he started slowly inside of her, not fully inserting himself in while doing so. genie loved everything about this moment.

javi with messy hair.

how sheen and warm their bodies were from sex and not the humidity.

the cool breeze that often snuck in through the open windows.

javi worshiping her body.

how pretty her body looked under the sun.

how careful and attentive he was with her.

their heavy breathing

and moans

and pants

and whimpers.

javi knew he couldn’t hold back much longer so he pulled out to bury his face between her thighs. she let out an ungodly sound as he opened his mouth as wide as possible and sucked up everything. she clawed at his scalp with her back arching off the bed not able to form any words at the sudden sensation.

he slurped as he closed his mouth and flattened his tongue on her throbbing clit, roughly shaking his head side to side tickling the skin around her clit with his facial hair (and it drove her insane). she tried to squeeze her shaky thighs around his head but his sturdy arms wouldn’t allow that. she cried out his name and let the vibrant and warm and forceful feeling take over he flailing body. her body shook so hard the bed creaked with the headboard smacking the wall a few times. she had no time to recover when he filled her up with his throbbing length and continued her orgasm by rubbing his fingers around her wet clit.

“hazte correrme otra vez,” she pleaded. he rammed into her and held her legs up while she perched on her elbows. [make me cum again]

“¿quieres otra más? hmm,” he grunted. [you want to cum again]

“yes, fuck—fuck. you’re gonna make me cum again!” he rested on top of her, laying her flat down again. he fondled her breast briefly but moved his hand up to her cheek to caress it. “can you cum with me?” she asked; his eyelids battered down and he nodded. she felt his body jerk and she grinned at his flushed face. “¿tú estás corriendo?” [are you cumming]

“mm. mm-hmm,” he moaned, “solamente para ti.” she felt her mouth go dry and his thrusts lose a steady rhythm. his hips dug into her thighs and his cock pulsed when her pussy began convulsing against him. [just for you]

she pouted up at him when he pressed their foreheads together and felt dizzy until that one second of pure stillness carried her body up and back down to reality again. she forced her heavy eyelids open to see him in her most vulnerable state of mind as a way to let him know he had her always and forever. she held onto him tightly, letting out whimpers of overstimulation that turned into exaggerated moans when she couldn’t hold onto the feeling anymore. he got there not too long after, but instead his focus sharpened on her rather than hazed; he thrusted sloppily into her exhausted body and gave her body every last drop of cum he had saved up for her.

their breathing synchronized as they just laid together; he made sure she felt loved when he pressed a few plump kisses over her face, feeling his heart punch against his ribs every time she cooed at his lips on her damp skin.

he carried her to the bathroom so that they could shower together and they didn’t even realize neither of them said anything for the next half hour until they climbed back in bed.

“doing alright?” he asked her as he lit her cigarette up.

she smiled with her eyes and nodded, pressing her back to her headboard. “you?”

“yeah… honestly thought i was gonna have to put up more of a fight to get in bed with you,” he teased. she nudged his foot with hers and laughed. “i came back for you,” he said once the mood shifted.

“i thought about leaving beth and going to you.”

“i know. steve told me,” he admitted. “i wouldn’t want you to do that. sounds like she needs you and aimee more than ever right now.”

“yeah.”

“hey.” he held her chin then gave her a kiss. “i’m here now.” he wiped a tear that fell onto her cheek and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “i’m here now.”

“you’re being so fucking loud right now, shut up,” genie scolded. she covered his mouth with her left hand and choked him with the other. he shook his head in protest but gave up when she resumed riding him in the office chair. he tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled even harder as he shot his release inside of her. she finished him off and they had a brief make out session before he tapped her hip.

“how much time we got?” he asked before pulling his pants up and fixing his shirt.

“uh… ten minutes."

“i bet i can make you cum in five,” he challenged.

her eyes widened and she pressed a hand to his chest. “that is a dangerous game you’re trying to play.”

“come on, can’t you make me feel like the boss here for a few minutes?”

his smile won her over and he received the biggest ego boost when she lifted the skirt to her dress. “five minutes.”

he got down on his knees and smirked at her paranoid expression. “an orgasm per minute?”

“shut up.” she pushed his face into her slippery heat, mewling at the curl of his wide fingers and flick of his thirsty tongue. “move to the left… right there.” she held his face in position and watched his tongue work miracles along her clit. the squelching of her discharge mixed with his semen around his fingers was louder than she expected, and she worried about people walking by hearing them.

javi knew how to work the divots and curves of her more than she wanted to give him credit for, and knowing how crunched they were on time he focused on the spongy hill that’d get her to her climax fast especially when combined with tongue despite how badly wanted to taste for hours.

she didn’t warn him or let out any noise other than a few deep breaths, but he could tell by the way her hips jerked on his face and the locking of her knees that she was already cumming. seconds later he felt all he had given her pool around the base of his knuckles. after removing his fingers he licked her and his fingers clean before helping fix her dress.

“come on, we’ll make out in the parking lot,” he whispered to her with that everlasting smirk that she pretended to hate.

“i am never doing that again, that was too close,” she told him once they made it to her car.

“you loved it,” he said confidently. “come ‘er.” his face carried the scent of her and it made her feel good knowing that he’d have to walk around like that for the rest of the day. they kiss until another officer makes fun of javi for becoming a one-woman man to which he just waved off. “ignore them,” he chuckled dryly. “admit that you loved it.“

genie rolled her eyes and a smile crept on her face. “you’re wrong,” she said tugging at his shirt and pulling him in, “but you’re so much fun.”

they kissed once more before saying their goodbye’s and parting ways. when javier made it back to his desk steve could tell he seemed much happier than he was an hour ago.

“fuck are you grinning for?” steve interrogated. the brunette gave him a noticeably fake look of surprise. “what? did you have genie come up here and give you a blowie?” steve huffed and leaned forward when javi’s face went pale. “dude! i was joking!” he whispered harshly.

“do not tell anyone else.”

steve muttered something under his breath but then looked back at his partner through his eyebrows. “where’d you do it?”

he smirked, leaning forward on his elbows. “go big or go home, right?”

“oh-ho-ho!” steve laughed proudly. “you dirty son of a bitch.”

“how you holding up?”

genie gave him an endearing look and said, “i’m alright. i miss her a lot already, i’m just glad i got to be with her in her final moments.” he nodded slowly at her answer, watching her pick the strawberries from her garden as they sat together in the grass. “how are you doing? you know with work?”

“i’m managing.”

she rolled her eyes from him back to the garden. “don’t do that.”

“do what?”

“i’m managing,” she mocked in a peculiar tone. “you can talk about it.”

“i don’t want you to feel like i’m ignoring your feelings, though.”

she glared at him and adjusted her posture. “i’m sad, not broken. plus, i asked because i care about you. we’re not just flirting anymore, javi. i thought this was becoming something.”

“this is something.”

“okay so fucking talk to me. don’t tiptoe around me and give me two word responses because i lost beth a couple weeks ago. you don’t have to tell me what’s going on, but you’re not just managing. i wanna know what goes through your head.”

javi sighed and rubbed her back as she got back to work. “you’re right.”

“i know.”

he rolled his eyes but still gave the back of her head a kiss. “i’m thinking of retiring after cali’s done.”

“oh yeah? why’s that?”

she already knew why. the late nights, the constant losses, everyone dying… she saw how he clung to her metaphorically because she was the only stability he got to have every week but he tried hard to not become dependent on her. she appreciated his consideration, but it led to him being unable to vocalize his emotions which made her feel like there was an unnecessary barrier between them.

“can’t do it anymore. i want you to come back to texas with me when it’s done… if that’s something you want.”

she snorted and gave him a raised eyebrow. “you haven’t even told me you love me yet and you want me to move with you?” she was joking, but he noticed how her eyes bored into his as if she was waiting for him to say it.

he thought it over every time he was away from her — was genie just an impulse for him? just another woman? and every time he questioned it his heart screamed no. she could be bratty, lord knows, but she wasn’t complicated. she was sweet and so full of life that she gave some to him and it made him feel warm inside again. she loved all things and all people, she never judged yet she always stood her ground. she could be needy at times when he wasn’t in the mood for attentiveness but she always waited. he didn’t want to keep her waiting any longer.

“i do love you,” he responded nonchalantly, a frown reaching his brows.

she sat her basket down and turned to face him. “you’re just saying that.”

“no i’m not.” her smile faded momentarily, but came back even bigger; he held her face gently and kissed her blushing nose. “genie, mi amor, te amo tanto te esperaría por siempre. i loved you before i even knew who you were.”

“oh,” she pouted, “you break my heart.” she kissed him and sat on top of his lap whilst reaching for his belt buckle to undo it.

"mm, lemme take you inside," he mumbled against her shiny lips.

"right here," she begged quietly; she pulled her sundress over her head which made javi's eyes touch the back of his skull when he noticed she had no panties on. she didn't bother ridding him of his tight jeans. she just pulled out his velvety cock and teased it along her opening, waiting until he was fully hard to sink onto him. she rested her weight on top of him after he opened the rest of the buttons on his shirt, pressing her lips to his. "tell me again," she demanded. she wasted no time to rock her hips at a quick and eager pace as she lusted after the feeling of his cum painting her wet, rubbery walls.

"i love you." he twitched and moaned weakly beneath her, her movements sending shocks and tickles up his spine. he repeated it more than a dozen times like a broken record and boy was the noise music to her ears.

she whimpered against his neck and her hips chased his orgasm more than hers before she whispered, "i love you," back to him. "i love you, i love you, oh, i lo-love you!" she shouted without a care in the world and watched him through weighted eyes. he held her hips in place and fucked her back, ignoring the strain in his thighs from the fabric restricting his range of motion. "i love you, i love the way you fuck me!"

"you take it so good, dulzura." he pinched her cheeks between his palm and fingers causing him to lose his leverage inside of her, however it didn't stop him. he loved seeing how weak he made her: the way she just molded into him no matter how far he'd bent her or throw her around. he loved how red her face got when he squished it in his brawny hands. "that feel good?"

she nodded shyly in his grip. "yes, everything you do f-feels so fucking good."

"good," he boasted, "you're such a good girl for me, hmm... i love you."

"i'll always be a good girl for you," she told him; he felt his steady pace lose its rhythm and his cock twitched so hard and deep inside of her it felt like his skin had meshed with hers. "i'll always be a good girl for you because you're the boss of me."

fuck. he couldn't stop the arrival of his climax at her sinful confession, his cum pouring out of him seconds later with his head digging into the ground beneath him while he silently cursed at himself for cumming so easily. she liked it though and felt comfortable with leaving it off here. she knew he'd make it up to her later in whatever way she wanted. he asked to stay inside of her for just a little longer so that he could savor the moment and she happily obliged. she helped him escape his nerve-racking high by combing her hands through his hair and a firm kiss.

"my god..." his breathing jagged and his arm trembled around her bare waist. "you're gonna be the death of me one day."

"hmm, that's my job." she put her dress back on to sit next to him lazily pulling his jeans up over his slippery length. "you mean it? wanting me to come back with you to texas?"

he laid his head on her thigh after lighting a cigarette and fiddled with her hand. "course i am. i'll buy us a big farmhouse, and you can raise horses, goats, and shit. whatever you want. i'll make you tea every morning and rub your back when you wake up. we can go for walks and watch the sunset... whatever you want. that’s my second wish.”

"you are gonna be setting feminism back a few years if you keep sweet-talking me," she bantered. they shared a few laughs and smoked in silence for a while before he told her it doesn't have to be that. "mi amor... i'll follow you wherever you go. like i always say… you can be the boss."

"you gotta stop saying that. it makes my dick hard every time."

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