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Running Like Water

Chapter 31

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: NSFW Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

word count: 8.5k

A/N: I got a bit carried away. HEHEHEHE.

Andrea's little look

When the sun comes in you aren’t regretful. But you aren’t happy.

Your head is pounding and there’s a pit in your stomach that you can’t get rid of and it isn’t from the remnants of alcohol. Your legs are intertwined and his palm is laid flat on your stomach. There’s a part of you expecting to wake up and rub yourself on him, continue what you left off last night. But you have the urge to cry.

“I don’t know what came over me last night.” He speaks first, raspy from sleep or maybe lack thereof. “We shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have.”

“it wasn’t just you. I wanted it to happen.”

You remove his palm from your belly and raise it, fingers around his wrist you intertwine your other hand with his. It was calloused and littered with tiny abrasions. Much more man. “But I think I know it wasn’t right. I don’t feel really good.” Stroking your thumb over the knuckle of his pointer finger. Skin had been split there many times, you feel it.

His chest stutters below your cheek. “I’m sorry.” His voice is so broken you drop his hand and shoot straight up. His eyes are darkened and there’s tears out of the corner of his eyes. One falling too quickly for him to hide it. Your own chin quivers and you sit criss crossed beside him, taking the pad of your thumbs to wipe the tears that continue to fall. You whisper his name, leaning close to kiss his cheek. “I’m sorry I pushed you away…I was sick from feeling so guilty—I couldn’t focus the first few months—until I started therapy—Andrea..” His voice rips and his eyes are swarmed with tears. You weren’t— you couldn’t be immune to his tears. You weren’t angry, you never could be. Not when you know how he was taken advantage of.

“Javi…” You wipe his cheeks. It’s all you could say.

“Tell me— tell me how it made you feel.”

“I was mostly feeling for you—because of what she did-“ You lie and he shakes his head.

“Just tell me.” He sits up and you shuffle to give me space. “Tell me so I can stop driving myself crazy. So that when you leave I’ll be fine.”

The tables turned and you hate it.

You recall being in this position, wanting every answer from him so that you aren’t left to spiral when he leaves. There’s so much to tell him, he looks so desperate. So tortured by his own circumstance. You swallow, furrowing your brows. Wondering how to start. How to lay all of it out on the table. You peek at the window, the sun creeping in, it's early. Early enough for the house to still be silent. Your hair is mussed, you feel his wet eyes burning a hole through you.

“I hated you. For those two weeks. My cheeks would get red from anger when I thought about how careless you could be… plan a future with me after everything we went through– after everything I went through. It drove me crazy that you couldn’t fucking keep track of who you fucked and when or whatever. I was already feeling insecure when she came into the bathroom at Frankie’s wedding, I knew something was wrong. Honestly, I don't even remember the night when you told me. All I recall is the moment you told me, the pain I felt in my chest. I don't know—I realized over the years that I had the mental power to completely block out what hurts me the most. Like I don't think I can make out my fathers face and I can't remember that night. It started my journey to try to forget you.” You know every word is hurting him but maybe he could get a taste of what you felt. Your thinking isn't spiteful, you just want him to understand. He asked for this. “Lorraine was lying, I know. But you took responsibility so quickly, I know you had no idea but the idea that it could have been true felt like a heartbreak in itself. You laughed last night… when I told you how hurt I was–crying to songs–”

“I didn’t mean to-”

“Javier, it's okay. You just have to know that I spent those two weeks picturing you rubbing her belly, and laying in bed with her, and whispering to her to not wake your father up. And at the wedding she said that you used to tell her I was nothing to you. I couldn't picture you saying it but after the wedding I could see it clearly. I knew it was really over when I saw you holding her at 7/11. I walked away without saying anything but I was really hoping you’d come after me.”

You can't see him, he’s sat up now, shifted behind you but his downcast gaze is felt. You can feel him thinking behind you, you're taking him step by step along your brain. “I decided I was going to move away. I buried myself in phone calls and realtors and car dealerships, packed everything or whatever. I didn’t speak to anyone really, just wanted to disappear. But I wasn’t going to miss your wedding.”

“Why?” He isn’t crying anymore, the fog in your brain clears. Glancing over your shoulder you connect with his own blood shot stare.

“I had to see it so I can just move on. You know… then we all found out.” He asked not to see you. “I was so heartbroken for you. All the pain I felt from the rejection from my father, from when you left for Houston, from when you told me she was pregnant– none of it compared to the pain I felt for you when I found out it was all a lie. I just wanted to see you.” Fuck, your voice finally gives. You could spell it out for him like you did the rest, you could tell him that his request freed you while simultaneously ripping you in half. You know it led you to accomplish all the things you wanted, you left your doomed home for christ's sake. But I wanted you to do it with me. We could have left together. You think your body's decision to sob and fold over into your hands tells him the rest of what he needs to know.

“Andrea…” He whispers, his hands encircling your shoulders. You shake him off.

You catch a breath and wipe your tears with your palms. Probably dragging some mascara along the way. “It isn’t smart for us to be doing this. I promised myself I wouldn't. I should go.” Your body begins before you can even form a thought. Getting off his bed, still in tears you search for your panties. The bed springs with him coming to his feet and he’s so much larger than you, you begin to miss fifteen minutes ago when you were nothing but someone encased by his warmth. You snatch the small thing and nearly fall over from blurry eyed vision while attempting to put them on. Like the gentlemen he was and fuck him, Javier holds your arm steady. “Thanks.” You murmur before padding away from him.

“Don��t leave… you don’t have to stay here like we said but please…” He rasps, “Please dont leave yet.” He lets go of your wrist. You were a victim to his begging eyes, and frankly you loved the chase. No matter how many times it hurts you. It’s too easy for him to convince you but he heard you. You had to be fair, you had to listen to him.

Without a word you pull the chair of his desk with a screeching sound. He fucked you there once or twice. You missed when memories still felt sweet. You settle down on the chair, elbows on the desk you inhale and exhale steadily. In your peripheral Javier settles at the corner of the bed.

“I won’t keep you here. I didn’t scheme to have you back in my bed, to confuse you—frankly I’m fucking confused. I’m confused on what I feel. I’ve spent years working out how to approach you, my therapist brought me through it. I knew once I saw you I had to tell you everything, I had to apologize and let you make the decision whether you wanted me in your life or not.“ It comes out all in one breath, no longer a whisper or a rasp. “And I’m so fucking sorry but the second I saw you all of that went out the window and I shouldn’t have done this.”

“I offered to sleep in bed with you.” You correct, he was apologetic about the wrong things.

“I was emotionally manipulated by Lorraine. I don’t care if it makes me sound weak, I’ve worked it out with my therapist. I already felt like I needed to push away anyone I loved, I guess I’m like my mother in that way. It’s not an excuse but through all the shit I went through in Colombia at the very least I can say I left that place with a better understanding of myself. I made too many decisions for you—for us. I thought I was protecting you—it’s what I feel like I’m actually good at. And I want to tell you that I have changed, that you have to stay so we can make it work. I want to—” He’s speaking with his hands and suddenly they drop to his lap. “But I can’t keep making decisions for you. It didn’t work before, it’s unhealthy. So please Andrea… just—. What do you want?”

Your blood runs dry. Sobered in an instant from your state at the hardwood, your brows furrow. “What?”

“I will spend every day of my life apologizing to you if that’s what you need. I’ll never speak to you again if that’s what you want. I’ll move to New York and you know I hate New Yorkers. I’ll move on. I’ll leave town without a trace. I’ll do whatever you want.” It’s desperate, your heart is beating against your rib cage so hard you fear it’ll break the bones. “What do you want Andrea?”

You feel like you’ve been here before, your future spanning across your palm. Choice is a funny thing, especially when the possibilities are endless. Yet for someone like you, choice feels constrictive-suffocating—panic inducing. It feels like your heart is going to break through skin and bone. What a mess your mind is, what beauty.

Everything speeds and flashes those few seconds you’re absorbing the simple question of what do you want?

You see Javier pinching the skin of your back inspecting the freckles there when you were twelve, Javier lifting you up to give you a better view, Javier kissing you for the first time, Javier coming home, Javier telling you that he loves you.

He always made the choice to touch you, to kiss you, he said he loved you first. In this Chess board he played white and made the first move. You accept each move because it’s Javi and he has a read on just exactly what you want.

You lift your chin.

“I want to be given time. I want to see that you’ve worked on yourself. I want to learn you again. I want you to learn me. We can see each other as friends while I’m here. I won’t be staying the night with you again, there’s too much—“

“Sexual tension.” He finishes and you roll your eyes hard, it burns from its previous use (sobbing).

“To put it lightly. “ You sigh, wiping the last wet spot on your cheek. Feeling confident when in control. “I want us…” Your brows knit, overtaken by the reality that he will quite literally do anything you say. “To go to dinner.” His brows raise. “As exes—and friends. I want to know everything, I want you to tell me there.”

He shrugs, “I can tell you now.”

“No. I need a neutral environment.” He nods in agreement, the two of you tried to be vulnerable last night and that ended with your pussy on his face. “I want you to speak to Lorraine.”

You watch his body language shift, he was sitting almost boyish and relieved that you had taken control of the situation but this request—it almost looks like he’s about to jump out of his skin. Cheeks paling. “Only if you feel you’re ready to. I will too, separately or together—whichever you prefer. Even if I decide to stay exes, this could be a step to fixing our friendship because we lost that too.” You bring one knee up on the chair and rest your cheek on it. Afraid to say this next part because it might discredit all these boundaries your setting in place. Attempting to be progressive and modern and healthy. Maybe it was the school teacher in you. You lick your lips a bit anxious to speak again.

Javier’s eyes narrow, he leans forward with his arm crossed. “Is that all?”

“I don’t want to hear about whatever hookers you paid when you were away. It’s disgusting and frankly disrespectful to even bring up to me.” Yeah, maybe you were being a little hypocritical and rash. But fuck it, if he said he’d do anything you’d ask.

“Correct if I’m wrong but-“

“Javi, I don’t give a fuck. You said anything.” Your jealous bone was a lethal one. It was like an open wound you loved to toy at.

Sadistically, you pressed him for answers and you were even more furious internally that he actually answered them as if it were nothing. You’re sure when you were tipsy and warm and horny, it didn’t bother you. But you swear your eye twitched the moment you woke and replayed that conversation in your head. Win stupid prizes you suppose, tough shit.

“Alright.” He rasps with a curt nod. His eyes full of promise, nervous and prepared to ace the exam you laid out for him. Ms. Diaz style.

With the morning birds chirping at his window, collar bone exposed from his shirt ruffled from your hold on him the entire night. Javier was here, in front of you, twenty six years of age. 3 years in the police force. Six years in the DEA. Each time you see him he looks older than the day before but still you stare and see just Javi. The unchanging eyes that have done nothing but adore you your entire life. Lips that called you beautiful when no one had, called you smart. Plush lips that kissed you. Hands that pushed you in rivers and pulled you back out. Fingernails that traced words into your sleeping back. The two of you, changing in time mentally-physically and still somehow possessing a love so strong it goes unchanged.

Your decision was made. You’re not sure he’s deserving of your never ending generosity. You’ll give it to him anyway.

He just needs a bit of fear in his heart.

You decide to sneak out before Chucho could wake. You tell Javi that you’ll call him later, that you need time alone. Or maybe away is what you meant. He looked pained and truthfully, you felt just the same. How easy it would have been to drop your pride and climb back into bed. Be safe, know deep in your heart that he would never hurt you, not again. You believe the words he says, you just want to make sure he believes it.

You realize, very rudely, that you aren’t sixteen anymore and this isn’t a summer at the lake. The Christmas morning air was chilly and you were ready to spend the day in your hotel room wondering if this was all a big mistake.

Driving out of the rolling fields and into town, you're forced to take a back road to your hotel because of Laredo’s Light and Lord Christmas Fair. It was your favorite part of Christmas until age thirteen when the fair went from running around with your friends to a day to hang with your boyfriends. It wasn’t like you had many friends outside your brother but the Christmas fair was always an opportunity to just have fun with girls your age. Of course until everyone got boyfriends. You hated on it but you secretly wanted to also walk around cozied up with someone you loved, decorate some cookies and kiss with sugar laced lips.

It doesn’t seem like this Christmas will cut it either. You fish the gold little key from your cup holder and shuffle back out of your car and into your hotel room. Phone rattling on the desk. You frown, thoroughly confused and slightly creeped out by the telephone seemingly going off while you weren’t there. Your hotel rooms a mess from your nerves of seeing your family. Hah, imagine what the place would look like if you were warned about Javi. You don't think too hard and pick up the phone before you can set your purse down.

“Hello?”

“I don’t want to be apart from you.”

Your heart swells and your cheeks heat. You should have known giving him your hotel room extension was a bad idea. He was always like this, a flirt on the phone because you couldn't be there to smack his hand. You shut your eyes and place your hands on your hips like a mom ready to scold. “How many times have you called?”

“Twice, will you come back. It felt like we argued.” He rasps and you consider it for just a moment.

“We didn’t argue.” You say it softly and you can’t understand why. You settle into the desk and begin undressing to just sleep the day away.

He clears his throat, “I guess I’m not used to you being around and willingly deciding to leave my room. It feels like you're punishing me.”

“That’s not what this is. I don’t blame you for anything.”

“I know.” You hear the unspoken, so why can’t we just be together. You know it’s what he’s thinking because when you’re around each other logic runs out the door and all you can conjure up is acting on the intense feeling of love you have for each other. You’ve got to learn to harness it, because look where it got you your whole lives.

“If it makes a difference, I don't want to be doing this.”

“So don’t” It’s quick and biting and his voice is clear as day.

“I just don’t want us to make a crazy decision before working things out. I don’t want…” Your voice dies a bit, it's much easier to say it how it is without seeing his face. “I don’t want us not to work again because we rushed into things and chose not to acknowledge everything between us. I can’t-I can’t- I don’t have it in me.”

I’m tired, I miss you so badly but you were hurt more than me and I want you to recognize it. One day you’ll figure that all I want is for you to be okay.

“Okay.” It’s soft and so him. It’s the tone he has when you're dozing off against his chest, when his palm cradles the back of your head. When he speaks to you like there’s nothing that could ever do you harm. “I’ll stick to the plan. You tell me when to call Lorraine, I’ll do it. Tell me when you want to have dinner. I’ve done harder things in my life.” He chuckles beyond the phone and you follow suit. Missing him and damning your attempt at self control. Unsure what to say next you look around the room because you’re afraid of the silence that comes once you hang up. Soon to be a stark realization that now that you’ve had him again you’ll need him around.

“Well…” You fill the awkward silence with even more awkwardness.

“I have a request for our relationship repair list.”

You smirk, eyes trained to the carpeted ground, It amazes you how white the rug was for a hotel room.”Shoot.”

“Let me call you every night. Good night or a conversation or whatever.”

Cheeks ablaze you feel your tiny smile lines deepen. There's nothing more humbling than smiling at nothing. You were smiling deeply and you hope he can’t hear it in your voice when you say, “Sure.” in an attempt of being aloof and collected. You’d be kicking your feet if you could. Staring at the pink off-shoulder top that will likely be out to no use this trip. You think of sugar kisses. “Come to my hotel at 5. I want to go to the Christmas fair.”

You hear the springs of his bed loud and creaking like he sat up, “Like a date?” A bit too high, he clears his throat.

“No. Like Javi and Andrea hanging out in town. As friends. “ You’re not convinced yourself. “Okay?”

“Okay."

Javier is whipped, to put it lightly. He didn’t really care if it's just two friends hanging out. What a joke. Javier showered fifteen minutes longer than usual, hoping the stains of who he was in Colombia don’t show. Tempted to scrub his skin raw he decides that you’d have him stains and all. He steamed the red button up that had been catching dust at the top of his suitcase, ruffled his hair in the mirror–once–twice–three times. He gets it the way you like. Slightly falling over his forehead and curling at his nape naturally. His hair was swept to the side these days, an attempt to look like he has it together. He knows what you like best. You’ve never commented about it but he remembers the look you used to give him when he let his hair be. He considers putting on his ranch hat, sunglasses but opts the brown belt, jeans and cowboy boots had said enough.

Dr. Hertz is going to kill me, he thinks the moment he looks at himself in the mirror and considers cutting flowers from the yard.

Waiting for the bathroom so he could brush his teeth once more he wonders what gotten into you two last night. He couldn’t even blame it on the alcohol, so quickly the two of you were reduced to sex crazed animals. He told himself it wasn’t going to be this way, that no matter how good you looked and— you never looked better— no matter what— he’d show you how good he could be first.

But he fucked it all up talking about his hookers and eating your cunt.

Now he’s being forced to show you how good he could be—on your own terms. Which was both terrifying and absolutely exhilarating. You must know how flustered he gets when you take control. He can feel himself crumbling already. Ready to drop to his knees and beg you just to trust his word.

But you were a school teacher, you had to have believed in the tales you told your students. The hare and the tortoise. Slow and steady wins the race. He’ll be at that pace as long as it’s you at the finish line.

Javier told Chucho that he was taking you out to the Holiday festival. He just smiled and went on with his business, which was wrapped in a blanket on his recliner watching a new American Experience episode on Ellis Island. Javier chuckles to himself while retrieving his keys at how content his father was on days like these.

Turning the keys with a jiggle, Javier realizes his fathers truck was pushing on fifteen years old. I should really buy my own car. It struggles like it always did but eventually tracks the gravel onto the road. It was a chillier Christmas, like the weather knew you’d be in town. Give you a real taste of winter. The roads were clear up until main street when Javi realized that maybe taking the road past the festival wasn’t the smartest idea. He’ll blame his newfound discomfort for American roads after years in Colombia.

“Fuck.” He mutters, looking at the window and realizing that all of Laredo would be there. Strangers who knew him, who read about him, who would wonder why he was here. Wondering why he was here with you and not Lorraine. They last saw him as the man who left the golden girl at the altar. The judging stares and whispers would be a guarantee.

But once he approaches the grubby hotel you were at, your blinds open. Perched up on your bed in a pink sweater, eyes glued to a notebook scribbling. Heedful in your own way, like whatever you had to write was very important. Cute little ripple between your brows. In 1986 your hair was dark with a diamond in your nose.

You lighten your hair, stop wearing your nose ring and start wearing rings. Javier feels his chest tighten with every second he’s looked at you since yesterday. It’s like every time you see him you’re trying to remind him that there will never be anyone else.

Javier looks at himself in the rear view like a kid getting ready for his first date, nervous. It seemed that you noticed his headlights through your window because when he looked back up you were opening the door to your hotel. Javier opens the door to receive you. Light pink sweater falling off your shoulder showing him skin that would mean nothing to him if it were anyone else, but it’s you and his urge to step close and kiss that freckled spot. Brown skirt flowing below your knees. He’s ogling you and he doesn’t care, he’s never seen anyone more beautiful. When he looks back up at your face you're doing the same, eyes glued to his hair. Score.

“Hi.” He steps close and grabs your waist and places a chaste kiss on the cheek. Skin soft, you smell good enough to eat. He clears his throat, readjusting his belt as he straightens up and you burn bright red. “You look beautiful.”

Timid eyes flash back to him, “Thank you, you look good too. Like the hair.”

Javier’s lips twitch for a smile but he bites it back. “Let’s head on the road before this car breaks down.”

You snort and cackle, just a week ago who told himself he’d do anything to hear that goofy laugh of yours. One that would ring out in the cafeteria, earned side glances and scoffs from people who were too cool for school. He remembers sitting tables away, Lorraine clung to him and his ears perking up at the sound of your giggle from feet away.

“God I’ve done way too much in that car.” Javier steals a glance at you in the same way you look at him. Kicking your sandals off, pulling over and bouncing in his lap. You both looked at each other and pictured the same distant memory. Your eyes narrow stopping at the door of the truck. “Not. Like that.” Through your teeth yet still teasing , opening the door and hopping in.

He says under his breath, “Yeah sure.”

“God this was a shit idea.” The two of you stood side by side in the middle of mainstreet. Parking lots turned into grounds for dingy rides. Tents set up with rigged games. Crowded at every corner. Children running, laughter and The Ronettes blasting so loud it sparks your nerves. You look up at Javier next to you and he’s already pulling out a cigarette. “Everyone’s here. I swear I just saw Josefina Alto with a baby bump.” You exhale. Javier looks to you from the corner of his eye, lighting his cigarette.

“Who’s that?” He murmurs, stick dangling from his lip.

“Seriously?” You cross your arms, he gives the same dumb stare and shrugs. “The girl you had sex with right before we started dating.” In the bar, trying to forget about me. You might add but chose not to get him in uncharted waters. His brows shoot high, a small play of realization and disgust spreads across his features. His eyes drop to the ground.

“Yeah.” He says it to himself like a child punished. You hadn’t figured that running into people you’d like to avoid is absolutely what will happen tonight. He drags and exhales. Looking ahead at the food stables ahead, decked in green and red. “Fuck it. I see Elote.” He begins to walk and you follow with a giggle. Impossible to stay mad. Tempted to grab his hand but this isn’t what this was. You’re not sure who needs more convincing, you or him. Elote didn’t really read Christmas but any fair was a place for great vendors. You try to catch up with Javier’s steps but fail considering he had a head start and far more comfortable shoes.

“Wait up!” You shout, shivering a bit. Texas really took the New York out of you. Despite the blistering reality of being seen and judged the fair was a beautiful sight. Christmas lights strung between light posts. Storefronts decorated with tinsel and the sounds of laughter from young teens in the artificial snow pit a few feet away.

Javier shook his head and glanced behind at you, “No one told you to wear kitten heels. Ms. Nueva York.” He says in an accent so thick it’s much more “nueva yol” than york.

Eyes rolled, you try to keep up. “I could say the same about the ranchero costume Agente.”

“Haha.” He deadpans. Approaching a crowd of teens in the middle of their way, the line to the swings bleeding into streets of food trucks. Javi stops for you and distracted by the world surrounding you, you walk straight into his back. Nearly falling over Javier swings around and grasps your wrists. Bringing attention to them. Pulling you through the crowd with head nods of hellos and permiso’s. He really was a celebrity to these kids. Eyes wide and shocked at the sight of their hometown hero. Él mató a Escobar! And whispers alike. Wide eyes like he was Princess Di. Glances at you, fortunately they were middle and high school aged children who likely didn’t know what a scandal Javier Peña and Andrea Diaz had been for many years.

You figured your neighbors and church goers would come up with their own stories. It wasn’t until a late night call with Genie that you decided to pry and ask if people had asked about her.

Well, the people at the wedding saw what they saw. They saw you leaving abruptly into the church where Lorraine was. Heard commotion in the chapel and then Javi never showed up. Then people started telling their own stories, seeing you kiss him at the library just a week before, sneaking out to his car or whatever those people stuck their nose at. Everyone just thinks you're the other woman.

And well, you were quite set on not being home for longer than two weeks a year before you found out what was being said. The stomach turning panic you develop each time you're home wasn’t aimless.

Fuck them all, you grip Javier’s hand tighter and he looks back at you as if he’s asking you are you okay? He leads you to the line. The only sound between them is the christmas bells and chatter. Eyes flashing to your conjoined hands you jump out of your own skin and drop his hand. His brows twitch and you know it hurts him. Deflect, deflect, deflect.

“You're a real local hero.”

He grunts, crossing his arms and you notice a slight bulge in the pockets of his denim jacket. “They can add that to the list of rumors.” You scoff, a breeze causing a rise of skin on your collarbone. You move up in line, the vendor's face is familiar but not enough to place a name. He still stares at the two of you a bit longer than your nerves appreciated. “¿Nos puedes dar dos elotes y dos chocolates con licor, por favor?¿Tienes cambio para un billete de cien?”

“Javi.” You tug his sleeve but he waves you off. This was how it used to be, you cursing him while pulling out your wallet and him looking at you feeling so deeply offended that you would dare lift a finger to pay for anything. Suppose Javier Peña was a traditionalist in that way. You know you’d be taken care of your whole life if you decided that was what you wanted. The vendor smiles and heads to prepare your order. Javier turned to you, fixing the cuffs of his sleeves. “I have a job you know.”

His lips flip in a mocking frown with a shrug, “Thanks for the information.”

“Jodón.”

“That’s liquor.” Javier grunts, settling into the picnic table. You sip too, face screwing.

Coughing, “Oh fuck. That shouldn't be allowed.” Javi nods, using a bite of his corn as a chaser. He groans in approval and tilts the cobb toward you. You comply, biting into it, mindful of not looking suggestive.

His stare burns anyway.

You can’t pretend, none of this felt real. It was too easy to fall back in, to laugh, to share food, to bicker, to touch. Could it be this easy? It couldn’t be. Easy wasn’t really Andrea and Javi’s thing. Weighted with anxiety, you bask in his gaze and all of it goes away. You can only think of how it feels to be heard. How it felt to have him with you the day you met your father. How just last night he held you. How you still touched your empty ear lobe when you felt alone. This, this has to work this time. I don’t have it in me to love anything else–anyone else. I’ll forever be plagued by you and all the years we spent apart and the months we spent in love.

Wiping your lips and murmuring a mouthful thank you. You decide to get on track. Stick to the plan. Put it all out there so you could never hurt each other again. Ask him the questions that make him break contact.

And you do the thing you always do, “Is hero so bad of a rumor?”. The thing where something lingers on your mind and you pick up on it minutes maybe hours later like the person next to you sat in the corner of your brain and watched it form. Jaya, your mother, your brother could never catch on. But Javi, fucking Javi, caught on every time. Thrived in your disorganization, familiar with your quirks. There’s no one else for me.

He chews, jaw tightening. He was chiseled by the gods, lord was it unfair to those who came after him. “Rumors are damaging in their own ways. I’d like to forget about Colombia but being called a hero at home keeps me stuck there. Stuck in all the things I didn’t do.” He shrugs, “Now I’m afraid of failing on the basis of expectations I haven’t even set myself.”

I want to know everything, you think, but not here.You didn’t know how to console him, any topic of his time at the DEA made him tense and timid. He would contort into a person unknown. All you can do is ask, “Does it get in the way of your self perception?”

His brows furrow, placing his corn on a paper plate. “Suppose so.” It is short, definitive, like he isn’t ready to elaborate. He reaches for a napkin and blots the corners of his mouth and then yours. Oh, how desperately you wanted to lean your forehead into his chest and stay there. Feel his palm cradle you. Is it so bad? “You?”

Lips pursed, you think for a moment, body facing him entirely. If it were any other day, if the wedding hadn’t happened, he would have had his hands on your knees. But his distance is respectful and he’s being awfully good. “Well the rumors about me arent very positive. Most people view me as some homewrecker that fled when it blew up in my face.”

“People know she lied.”

“I know. That’s why she moved two towns away. Still, narratives were made. That I have always been this side piece that you’ve kept burning for you for almost a decade. Even in high school.” You take a sip and suddenly, the drink isn’t so bad. You almost continue but a child screeches from a table away, his mother wiping his shirt of hot chocolate. “Just feels like I’m being punished for being in love.It was our business and I guess that’s why I don’t like coming here.” Most of it is true. The trauma that you have connected with this town isn’t just because your one true love failed here.

He nods, you can see that he’s taking it all in but tethering on the line of a question. “So why did you ask to come here… with me.” He doesn’t have to say it. You know what he means, why, why in your right mind would you willingly make such a public display despite the gut turning unease being in Laredo gives you. Your brows screw together because your reasoning feels silly, desperate–pathetic even. But Javier never judges you.

“Cus’ I don’t want to feel this way forever. I want to be able to feel at ease in my own home.” Glancing from his red shirt, up the column of his neck and to his eyes. No one has ever been so interested in what you had to say. “And because despite everything you make me feel secure. We could hate each other but if I was forced to face a fear it’s you that I would call first to encourage me.” It’s a confession in itself, it's saying, and I still love you. He knows it because his warm eyes soften in a way that you yearned to see again.

He clears his throat, choked up and he tries to hide it by looking at the string lights above. Attempting to seem interested in anything but you for a few moments, “You’re not alone in that… you know– in feeling that way. Everything that went down with Lorraine created a fear I didn’t know I had– its sadistic– selfish thinking but it was only you who I wanted to be consoled by.” There's pure reluctance in his voice, like he knows that this sounds crazy.

It’s not to you–you thought about it sometimes. I wished I was able to be your friend, be there for you, but I was far too in love just to watch it all happen.

You give him a nod and take another sip. It was warming you up but not in any significant way. The tone of it all took a turn. I guess we’re doing this here.

“Can I tell you something that bothered me.” A bit averse, afraid of sounding like some girl who wants to pick a fight with their ex. You just want answers. “It’s not like– it’s just something that I felt.”

Luckily, Javier knows you aren’t one of those girls. He nods with permission. Looking awfully southern, all he needed was a cowboy hat to tip and you’d be on your way. You exhale, bracing yourself because it was a long one. Probably something he’s never thought about. You start anyway. “In New Orleans we had like our first real fight. Do you remember?” He nods, not saying a word. Looking grumpy as ever, you were too tempted to kiss those pursed lips. Focus. “In the car we had unprotected sex.You came in me, you sort of– well not sort of– you cleaned me after. Then in the hotel room you sort of freaked out on me like I was just waiting to trap you. You told me I should have gotten off of you. It was only after I said I was on birth control that you told me that if I got pregnant that you’d stay but when you were faced with the tiniest chance you put me to blame. I guess it just made the Lorraine thing all the more– I don’t know-sad for me. Because you dropped everything. You never questioned her, but you did so to me. I guess in my own twisted head, hearing all these rumors about me I started to really feel like maybe I was just this place holder until she came home. I know it’s ridiculous. And stupid but I felt like the woman in the bell tower. I guess being alone makes you over analyze a lot of shit. Sorry, I’m being crazy.”

“You’re not being crazy.” It’s whispered and it’s fast, it nearly interrupts you. When you two are together it’s scarily easy to forget all that's around you. The passing glances, the whispers, the sleigh bells, babies crying and carnival buzzers. “I was afraid. I am afraid. I was afraid of altering our lives together because I know that if you got pregnant I would have paused my life for you–that you would have to put a pause on your own life. In my head we live our dreams and then we start our family. I was reckless with Lorraine because I knew no matter the outcome… me and her wouldn’t work. Oil and water. I wanted to do right by you. For a moment I realized I hadn’t really done right by myself. I would have saved myself and everyone around me a lifetime of pain if I just pried. But…”

“We can’t go back there.” You finish.

He shakes his head, distant. “Yeah.” He scratches his jaw. “I'd give anything to go back to seventeen and do it all over.”

Goosebumps rising on your collarbone you hug yourself and lean into the table. The sun was completely gone now, nothing to warm you than his hulking form next to you. Gaze fixating back on the only man you’ve ever loved. “What would you change?”

Javier can’t hide it, he’s like you. His lips twitch and his nostrils flare a bit. He doesn't need to answer, you know. He decides not to answer at all, eyes floating from your own to your neck and down to your shoulder. Clenching his jaw for a split second,he takes out a camera from his jacket pocket and places it on the table.

For a moment you think this is quite the awkward time for pictures but you soon realize this wasn’t that. He begins to remove his denim jacket. He doesn’t struggle, he places it over your shoulders. Warming you once more. Hands hovered and retreated. Like he was fighting the urge to pull you into him. Rub you warm and kiss your temple.

You smile to yourself and sling your arms where they belong. His oversized jacket dangling off your wrists and covering your hand. You were truly surrounded by him, the scent of him settling into you, overwhelming your senses and you get the incessant need to be in bed with him suddenly. Smirking you dig your denim paws into the pockets of his coat, digging for anything he didn't remove.

Jackpot.

You whip out his reds with a smile and he can only with with a sly smirk. You look up at him and wiggle your brows, placing the carton down in front of you. Raising your wrists and shaking the fabric away like you’re getting prepared to eat a mess meal. You pull your sleeves back and pull one lone cigarette out. Placing it between your lips, you stare at the wooden table- perfecting your smolder before looking up at Javi. Lips pursed in a frown, cigarette dangling off your lips, brows furrowed. “Smokin’ all alone querida?” You deepen your voice.

He bursts in a laugh, eyes closing and dimples deep. You don’t break character, flipping your hair out of your face. “Is that what I look like to you?”

Raising your pointer and middle finger in two form, you remove the cigarette from your lips. “Yes. Am I seducing you Andrea?” You ask, wiggling your brows once more.

He leans in close, so close his lips nearly press on the shell of your ear. “What does that say about me if you are?” He rasps, hand spanning against your stomach. Holding you in a way that’s far more suggestive than any grope.

Rolling your eyes, “You weren’t supposed to answer!”

He laughs at how flushed he can make you. How in the cold you look a million degrees warm, tips of your ears fiery. His hold on your stomach bringing you back to being under him, pressing, can you feel me here Andrea?

Straightening up and moving to grab the camera, he struggles to figure out how it works. “Pose for me, give me your Javi face or whatever.”

You grin, sitting up straight and posing. Drowning in his coat, doomed to smile with his cigarette between your lips. He whispers something about being so beautiful before the flash goes off. He smiles to himself, placing the camera back on the table.

“Alright, I know who’s operating that ferris wheel let’s go.”

Hands warmed by disposable cups of your spiked hot cocoa, you lived New York City winters but still the forty degree texas chill caused occasional teeth chatters. Staring up at the ferris wheel decked in Christmas lights you look over at him. Cheeks bitten by the wind, he was already looking over at you. Looking at you in his coat. You two had been playing a little game of 21 questions on line while it moved so so slowly.

“And you? What’s your biggest fear?” You ask finally. What a strange thing this was, learning more about the person you know best. His eyes narrow at you for a moment. Mustache and lips twitching into what seemed to be a ghost of a frown.

He makes this face and blows some low air like he’s about to say something so real yet slightly embarrassing. He clears his throat, “Becoming my mother.” He can’t look at you when he says it because he’s visibly cringing and quickly bringing his hard hot cocoa to his lips.

You blink hard at that. Blowing a raspberry with your lips. “Fuuuuuuuck” You say in an exhale. “I’ll drink to that.” You clink your drink with his while it was at his mouth, quickly taking a sip and catching him off guard. Laughing into his own drink it splashes in his face.

Covering your own mouth, nearly choking on your drink and snorting and giggling so loud the surrounding line stares the two of you down with judging eyes. Javier wipes his mustache that drips. Like always, the two of you laugh without regard of whos watching.

Javier eventually slips the operator a smile and four dollars and you are loading the rickety piece of metal. Securing the holster until it clicks. Giddy, you lean your head into his shoulder quickly—feeling a surge of happiness before straightening up.

“Happy?” Brow raised.

You shrug, “Just missed you is all.” The stomach pitting rocking began as your cart lifted higher and higher in the air. Donny Hathaway’s “This Christmas” bleeds out the ride's low quality speakers.

He hummed. Reaching an experimental hand out onto your lap, palm up. Lustful nights turned to innocent actions the next. Something in you heals. No cares, refusal to conform to what you should do according to everyone else. Run, two damaged goods are just as useless as one. You intertwine your hand with his. Pads of your fingertips pressed against his knuckles.

Christmases spent stressed, the ones she spent alone. You decide this once you won’t rip herself from this illusion. God, you hope it wasn’t an illusion.

He stares intently at where you connect. Those hands of his that have done wrong to many, still dwarfs yours.

“Andrea.” It’s featherlight. Not in need of a response. “Stay at my house. I don’t like the idea of you at that place— when your home is here—with us—with me and my dad.”

You think of your plan. You think of how lonely it felt to be stuck in an outdated inn, watching M*A*S*H with only the sound of your breathing and the running air conditioning. His house was your home.

“Alright. But I’m sleeping on the cot.” The uncomfortable little mattress that stood up at the basement of the Peña Ranch. Thrown on the floor with quilts whenever your brother would crash.

“I’ll sleep on the cot.”

“No that’s unfair it’s your bed.”

“You’re my guest.”

“I thought that it was my home? I’ll take the cot.” The ride jolts at the top of wheel. A view of the entire town, if you squint, you see the hills that lead to the rolling land where he lives. Homes glowing in various colors, the town that brings you pain, burns so beautifully for the two of you.

“Fine. You take the bed, I’ll take the couch.”

“I want you in the room with me.” You rush, burning bright at your display of desperation. Javier chuckled, squeezing your hand.

“I’ll leave when you fall asleep.”

“Or we can share the bed.” He suggests, slowly and mischievously, you both smirk at each other. Flashes of you pawing at his hair while he holds you still, making you feel all that you’ve missed. He gives a toothy grin, “Yeah… better not.”

#fic!rlw #javier peña #javier peña x ofc #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena x you #javier peña smut #ao3 #fanfic #javier peña narcos #javier pena x reader

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fanfiction4sooya · 1 year

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Bitter (K. Eunbi x Fem! Reader)

Yeah yeah, I took matters into my own hands and wrote Kwon Eubi X Fem!R!!!! one of us had to do the lord's work and that will be me ☝🏼

Requests are open, hope y'all like it! 💖💖💖

Smut, +18, possessiveness, jealousy, cursing, strapon(R! receiving), spiting, fingering, dacryphilia, tit fucking, dirty talking (and probably something I'm forgetting)

Bitter.

That's how Eunbi described what she felt whenever somebody tried to get to you. A bitter taste the lingered on her lips and she could only get rid of it replacing it with your taste instead, with your body and sweet scent. That's how you ended up in this situation.

Your body was pressed against the big window of the hotel you both were staying, her tongue relentlessly inside of your pussy from behind. You were already shaking, but that didn't matter. She needed you, needed to be inside of you so that feeling would go away.

Was it bad to have someone so possessive claiming you whenever they felt like it? For some people, yes. But for you having the Kwon Eunbi asking over and over for you to repeat who you belonged to was actually heaven on earth.

"Tell me again" She said, a small kiss on your clit. Getting up so her boobs pressed against your back as she pushed two fingers inside of you.

"I'm yours, unnie" You cried out, clenching when she hit your pussy with her fingers.

"Mine" She growled, her eyes shut as she kissed your shoulder and then your mouth. Pulling her fingers out, she tossed you to bed and straddled you, her wet pussy grinding against your belly as she locked her fingers with yours above your head.

As she humped you, she worked on your neck and chest, leaving marks all over the place. You moaned louder when she bit you, tightening the hold on your fingers.

"I'll make sure to show that bitch what I did to you, baby" She pulled away, leaving you completely fucked out on the bed. Looking at her wild state you wanted nothing more than to satisfy her, indulge those feelings and let yourself be used until she forgot about what anyone has ever said about you.

She was jealous over one of your coworkers, Miyawaki Sakura. She had tried to hit on you in an after party, getting to the extent of trying to denigrate Eunbi's image to you in order to get you to cheat.

You unconsciously started to circle your clit, moaning with your eyes glued on her strap as she walked back to bed. It was the biggest she owned, and she had never used it on you. That's how you knew she was mad, mad.

You knelt, kissing her beautiful lips as she pulled your hair to look into your eyes.

"You are mine" She said again, a mantra for her. "No one can take you away from me, ever" Biting your lip she intensely looked into your eyes. There was rage, jealousy, obsession... Passion.

"No one, mommy" You cried out, surprising both of you.

"Mommy? That's new" She smiled, shaking her head as you looked down a little embarrassed. "Fuck, you are sexy" She guided your mouth to her nipple, her beautiful breasts looked even fuller as sweat beemed trough them.

You latched onto it with force, making her toss her head back as a whimper passed through her lips. She loved to have her nipples sucked, even more so if you apply strength to your movements.

"Shit" Eunbi couldn't hold her tongue as you spat on her other nipple, sucking even harder. "Right there baby, keep going" She massaged your scalp holding you still, her hips rolling into nothing. She pulled you away, now guiding you to her fake cock.

She spat on it, looking into your eyes as you did the same. Licking the tip of the fake cock, you guided half of it into your mouth. It was bigger than usual so it was a bit difficult, but you wanted to make her proud.

"I bet that bitch would love to see you like this" She held your hair, your eyes glued to hers. "What a shame she won't ever have the chance" She angrily thrusted inside your mouth, making you gag. "That's right baby, get my dick all wet with your spit" She held your face, your nose touching her lower abdomen as tears ran down your cheeks.

She pulled your face away, kissing your puffy lips and holding your body against hers as the strap caressed your clit. You rolled your eyes, shaking from over stimulation.

"Mommy" You called as she bit your neck, and she smiled against your skin. She pushed you a little, laying you down as she dove between your legs, licking up and down to catch your wetness in her tongue.

"Fuck, I'm gonna fuck you so good" She kissed your swollen clit and you jolted. "I love you so much" That fiery anger was back to her tone, but in a sweet way.

She was a predator and, well, you didn't find it in you the strength to fight back nor to run away from the chase. You never wanted to.

She guided one of her nipples to your puffy cunt, making you scream in pleasure as she also closed her eyes. Moaning, she swayed it up and down, and you bit your hand trying to stop your screams as you felt her nipple on your swollen clit.

"Don't hold back your moans, baby" She opened her eyes, they were glossy as she was getting more and more aroused. "Let mommy hear your beautiful voice"

"Mommy, kiss me" You asked, tears beaming on your eyes. "I love you too mommy, only you" You said as you tried pulling her to get on top of you and she did, guiding her nipples to your mouth again and you licked them clean.

"Oh, god..." She said, closing her eyes as she supported her weight in her arms. "This feels so good baby, I love your mouth" She leaned back, guiding the thick fake tip to your entrance. Caressing your face, she wiped away a few tears. "My pretty girl..."

She admired your beautiful face all fucked out with tears, spit and sweat all over it. Caressing it, she looked down at your pussy glistening with so much wetness.

"Take a deep breath for mommy, my love" She was gentler, you were sure her jealousy was going away now. She pushed it little by little, eyes on your expression as you opened your mouth enough for a moan to escape.

She pushed it all in, moaning as it also brushed against her clit. Both of you were shaking as she set a hard and slow pace.

"Too big..." You cried out, hugging her body against yours. You blindly licked her neck, bucking your hips up as she started going faster. Your nails ripped trough the skin of her back, creating beautiful red lines.

"Too big, baby?" She got up, holding your legs open to admire your stretched pussy. "But you like it, don't you?" You furiously nodded, through hooded eyes. "I know, I know" She cooed, stroking your sweaty face. "It will be over soon, pretty girl" The hard thrusts made your tits bounce beautifully. She pulled you to her, switching your positions.

"Oh, my-" It felt even deeper, stretching you to the point of pain. But you didn't wanted to stop, you wanted to be good for her.

"Ride me, baby" She pushed your hips.

"I- I can't- Eunbi..." She pressed her nails on your hips.

"Wasn't I mommy just a few moments ago?" She angrily said. You tried saying anything, but it was too much. Riding her slowly, your legs started shaking too much as you felt your orgasm approach fast. "It's okay, sweetie. I'll fuck you then"

She said, thrusting up fast enough for you to fall forward, your hips in the air as she slammed the thick cock into you. Your moans and wet sounds were loud as the skin slapping was also progressively louder.

"'Gonna cum" She told you, her nails digging into your skin. You were a drooling mess. "Let's cum together baby, let it wash over you" She guided you, as you lost yourself in pleasure; you were so wet your skin and hers were connected by various strings of cum.

"Fuc-fuck mommy" You said as she kept humping; her eyes closed in concentration, hugging your body closer.

"You are mine, just mine..." She lowly grunted, making out with your neck. You blindly moved your hips, tired and too fucked out.

"Only yours, mommy..." You closed your eyes, body light as a feather.

Happy, as you knew you for sure you took the bitter taste off of her mouth.

#gxg smut #kwon eunbi smut #kwon eunbi #eunbi smut #eunbi x fem reader

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necromaniackat · 1 year

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Cruel Summer

Chapter 12: The Great British Horror Show

Word Count: 2.3k

Cw/tw: heavy voyeurism, p in v, praise!kink, incest, military!kink, uniform!kink, size!kink, belly bulge, breeding!kink, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), mommy!kink/daddy!kink implied, sub!Brahms, sub!reader, dom!oc

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Brahms seethed with rage; hands balled up into tight fists and face red with anger. It wasn’t fair. He was supposed to be the one to pull those delicious sounds from you as the scent of sweat and sex hung heavy in the hot summer night air. But there you were, folded in half with your knees touching your shoulders. Felix’s large hands pinning you down by your knees as he slammed himself into you over and over; earning the sweet moans and gasps and cries that were coming from you.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t look away. Brahms was addicted to you in every sense of the word. You were his first thought in the morning and last thought at night. Even when he was mad at you for breaking his rules, he couldn’t get enough of you. Always close behind. Always observing. One day he will show himself to you – you deserved to know of his presence. Even though you already knew he was there; he was just a ghost in a lonely mansion with only his niece to keep him company.

His niece. You were his niece. You were blood.

The mere thought of you being his niece excited him. His mother would never allow him to date anyone; even now that she’s gone. He didn’t want just anyone. He thought he wanted Greta, he really did. But when you stepped foot in Heelshire mansion five days ago, Brahms knew that you were the one he’d been waiting for. You were perfect. And to find out you were his long lost Evie; his heart couldn’t take it. He’d essentially moulded himself a place in your life from a young age. So maybe showing himself to you wouldn’t be that much of a shock because you already knew he was there.

Brahms’ icy gaze couldn’t be pried from the scene unfolding in front of him as he peered through the peephole. He couldn’t believe how bendy and durable you were. Felix was in no way small, or even average. No, he sported a long girthy dick that stretched you in ways Charlie could only dream of. You were taking Felix’s cock like a champ. And judging by the cock drunk expression that read pure untainted ecstasy and bliss that flushed your usually pale face, you loved every moment his cock was inside you.

Jealousy coursed through Brahms’ veins – he so desperately wanted to be the one mounted on top of you, pumping his own cock in and out of your gushing cunt like a man possessed. He laid claim to you the moment you stepped foot in the mansion five days ago. Felix is just a pest that needed to be gotten rid of.

“Mine,” Brahms hissed through gritted teeth as he watched you get plowed on his recently deceased parents’ bed. If that didn’t stir up so emotions for Brahms then nothing would faze him.

“That’s right, take this cock like a good girl,” Felix purred in your ear but loud enough Brahms could hear it from across the room. His brows furrowed in confusion; why did Felix just call you a good girl? He wasn’t wrong but Brahms had never heard someone say that during sex. Then again the only people he’s seen have sex were his parents a couple of times. Brahms learned real quick not to invade their bedroom.

Brahms’ jaw dropped when in return for calling you a good girl you let out a long, shaky moan. He took note that you liked that. He also took note of how your body reacted to every movement and purr of encouragement.

God you looked beautiful. You looked like an angel in his eyes. You always have. Which was why he nicknamed you Eve when you were little. Brahms had a lot of time to read; his mother suggested he read the Bible. Brahms plowed through the book in a week. That’s why he nicknamed you Eve. You were so pure and delicate. Even now, as you were getting railed in your dead grandparents‘ bed, Brahms thought you looked so pure and innocent.

Your dark hair was sprawled across the bed wildly. Your porcelain skin almost glowed in the dim light of the nightstand lamp. Besides the moth tattoo on your lower back, not a mark could be found on you. Your breasts bounced with every thrust as you clung onto Felix’s arms for dear life. Your knees were pinned against your shoulders, opening you up for his assault. The expression on your flushed face told him you had little to no brain function; you were cock drunk.

‘I should be the one to make her like this. It should be me,’ Brahms bitterly thought. His anger turned to rage. His entire body felt like it was set ablaze. Brahms couldn’t stop himself from raising his fists and slamming them against the wall as hard as he could without breaking the wall, causing a loud bang to sound through the house.

The choir of moans and praises, as well as the sound of skin slapping stopped. Brahms felt ice run through his veins when he realized what he’d done. He lowered his head in defeat, listening closely.

“What was that?” Felix’s voice broke the silence.

“Don’t know, don’t care. Keep going,” you ordered breathlessly. With that, Brahms lifted his head in disbelief and peered through the hole once again. No, he couldn’t have just heard you say that. You knew Brahms was there and you choose to ignore him? No one’s ever dared do that before. He couldn’t believe it.

Without a second thought, you and Felix went back to it. Brahms could only stare in awe. He didn’t know what else to do. He’s made himself known to you and you voted against his protest with that knowing. Only one person’s ever done that; Haydn. During one of your visits with your grandparents your dad figured out that Brahms was still lurking in the mansion as a spirit. But one day when you were two your dad cut Brahms’ music time short because you were getting fussy and tired. Brahms retaliated not letting your dad sleep that night.

But there you were, defying his rules and protests. Brahms was furious as he plotted revenge.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pry his eyes away from the scene unfolding in front of him. You and Felix had swapped positions; you were now on top, bouncing on his cock like a pro.

Mindlessly, Brahms’ hand snaked down the wall to the hem of his trousers. Fingers dancing over the hem until they unfastened the button effortlessly. He dragged the zipper down to the end of its track before fishing into his trousers – freeing his erect cock. Brahms shivered at the contact despite his skin feeling like it was on fire. A quivering whimper escaped his lips as he began to stroke his shaft.

Not once did Brahms’ gaze waiver from you. You looked so determined but at the same time so cock drunk. You appeared to be barely conscious as you rode Felix. Brahms tried to keep in time with you as you bounced and rode him – imagining it was him who was under you getting the best fuck of his life.

Brahms’ hand worked his shaft as his imagination ran wild with aid from the scene in front of him. His heart felt like it was about to explode out of his chest as a wonderful electric sensation radiated from his crotch.

“Fuck, Ev. Good girl,” Felix moaned unevenly with his hands on your hips, guiding you up and down his length. His words pulled a high pitch moan from you. Your beautiful blue eyes rolled in pleasure; sometimes crisscrossing.

“Good girl,” Brahms repeated in a raspy whisper.

Then something caught his eye. He couldn’t help but notice the disappearing and reappearing bulge in your lower stomach. Brahms examined it closely, trying to figure out what it was. He’s never seen you with a bump in your lower belly that magically disappears and reappears.

That’s when it struck him; he knew what that bulge was. It was Felix’s cock inside you. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He’s never seen such a provocative sight in his life; he swore his soul left his body for a moment and he got to experience pure, unaltered heavenly bliss for a fraction of a second.

Brahms’ hip stuttered into his fist as a shaky moan passed his lips. His eyes fluttered as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through his body; radiating from his groin. Brahms was roughly the same size, maybe a little more girthy, as Felix which meant that when Brahms has you on top of him he’ll be able to see his own cock poke through your belly.

His hips stuttered again at the thought; his grip tightening slightly and his hand working his shaft in time with your thrusts. In his doped out mind he believed he was actually fucking you. His steel blue eyes never leaving your form.

“I’m gonna cum,” you declared between pants. Brahms staggered back a bit in awe. He knew boys climaxed but he didn’t know girls could too. Why didn’t his dad tell him this when they had the puberty talk? His dad told him that in order to make a baby or just wants to get off, a guy needs to orgasm; said absolutely nothing about women being able to orgasm too.

After a split second to recover, Brahms was back to peeking through the five pence sized hole.

You were still rhythmically riding him; your moans came out as high pitch squeals. Felix had his hands on your hips, guiding you up and down and singing you praises such as:

“You’re such a good girl.”

“Such a good little cum slut.”

“Be a good girl and cum on daddy’s cock. I know you want to.”

Brahms studied what got you off; he noticed you liked to be called nice names, and mean names as well. You wanted roughness to complement your sweetness. You were quite the paradox. Unlike Greta or any of the other nannies before you. You were very vocal about your wants and needs, and desires. He’s never met someone quite like you before. You puzzled him greatly.

“I’m cumming!” You cried before a loud squeal passed your lips; followed by a slurry of curses. You lifted yourself off of Felix as you gushed all over his lower half. Felix’s hand left your twitching hip to rub your cunt as the clear fluid gushed out of you.

Brahms’ eyes were wide as he watched you. He just learned that woman can orgasm too and now he’s getting to see it in person. You made him want you even more now. He wanted you to squirt all over him as you came.

Brahms’ eyes rolled mindlessly as his own climax began to creep up on him. His hand went even faster; pumping his cock at a mind dizzying pace. He heard you instruct Felix to put it back in – it was followed by sloshing sound. His eyes snapped onto your form once again.

You had switched positions once again. This time you were laying on your front, facing Brahms’ direction. Your legs were closed and Felix was straddling your ass; thrusting his hips into yours.

Brahms watched as Felix reached down and wrapped his hand in your hair – pulling by the base of your hair. You were forced to look directly at Brahms; or at least that’s what he believed. You hazy blue eyes stared in his direction – he felt like you could see him instead of a blank space on the wall.

“Fill me with your cum.” Your voice came out in a high pitched, breathless way. Brahms’ heart palpitated and his hips jerked and twitched into his hand. He had to look away from you so he could keep it together – he didn’t want to orgasm yet. He wanted to relish in the sight of you getting fucked from behind.

You were barely conscious; not in the least bit coherent. Blush gathered in your cheeks, dusting them a dusty rose colour. Your swollen red lips were parted slightly as your icy blue eyes were half closed. You were a moaning and squealing mess.

The sounds of sloshing skin hitting skin and the smell of sex hung heavy in the night air. Brahms was finding it hard to focus – his body so desperately craved a release but he wanted to savor this.

The jealousy, the rage, the horniness; it all pulsed through his veins like magma in a volcano. The heat from the day almost felt cool against his ablaze skin. Sweat seeped through his white wife beater as it made many rivers down his body. His breath was fast and shallow – barely getting any oxygen to his hazy brain.

He could feel his climax building; egging him to go faster than he already was. It was creeping up on him quickly. He was so desperate for release – especially after watching you get yours. There were a few things Brahms was; the main thing is needy. Brahms was very needy and greedy. He was a spoiled little boy with a silver spoon in his mouth. He couldn’t get enough of a good thing. And right now you were the centre of his focus. He needed you. He wanted nothing but for you to touch him forever.

Brahms’ mind couldn’t help but wander; imagining how you must feel. Soft. Warm. Wet. You must feel like heaven.

That was the final string holding Brahms back from his climax snapped. His entire body shook violently as thick, white ropes of cum coated his hand and the wall directly in front of him. He had to bite his knuckles to prevent the loud moan from gaining your attention. Brahms didn’t even notice that Felix was currently filling you with his cum as he reached his orgasm.

Brahms’ mind completely blacked out. It was overrun with chemicals that sent him into a tizzy. Brahms’ body went limp; plummeting him to the floor between the walls with a loud thump.

“What was that?”

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mychlapci · 8 months

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… I like to think Sentinel would manage to condition himself completely by accident. Most of it could have been avoided by just not trying to optimize his studying time by taking his supplements at the same time. He probably started off like you said, trying to hold still as his /medical device/ expanded in his valve to connect with his gestation tank. Maybe even felt a little uncomfortable with how wet he got, feeling it pump the nutrients into him until his belly was swollen with more than just his bitlet. And of course he wouldn’t just overload himself afterwards to get rid of the charge, it’s not like he’s INTO this! That would be ridiculous. Him, a Prime and an Elite Guard, getting charged up over carrying of all things… Sentinel growing increasingly horny until just prepping the applicator has his sensitive pussy drooling, day by day subconsciously anticipating his lessons more and more as the mental link between being horny and being a good mommy strengthens. But then throw housekeeping into the mix—Sentinel Prime would never stoop so low as to be dirty, but he IS a bachelor, after all.

Maybe he sits up one day and feels a little broody, a little like nesting. Well, he’s already taking his supplements while he does his parenting classes. He might as well look up some tips on keeping things clean. Getting up from his desk afterwards, tingling with charge that he keeps denying exists as he sets about tidying up the kitchen. He needs to sanitize it after cleaning the applicator after all. Subconsciously setting his hand on his belly as he straightens up from scrubbing the floor and deciding he’s earned a reward with all this hard work. Rushes back to his berth to wring out a weak, dry overload from his limp spike, just enough to sate the urge but not to clear the charge—belly swollen with a bitlet, his valve and node are his frame’s higher priority. And maybe he adds his little rewards to the schedule, right after completing his lessons and preparing his hab for a bitlet! A hardworking Prime like Sentinel deserves a little tlc after all.

But after a few weeks, he finds himself rocking on the applicator. Grinding in his chair as his calipers cycle down and clutch at what is basically a false spike anyway… a little moan sneaking free as his last video ends with a “you’re doing a great job, carrier!” or perhaps a “you’ll be such a good mommy!” Well, it’s just more efficient to get his overload NOW rather than wait, right? A good Prime shouldn’t waste time when he could be working on other things. So he moves his daily overload to lesson time, feeling guilty and a little embarrassed… at least until his next vid brings up how an increase in libido and sensitivity are perfectly normal for carriers. Of course there’s nothing wrong with Sentinel, nothing odd here. He’s just a perfect, textbook case of a carrying mech. In fact, the neediness might even be a sign that he needs MORE supplements a day than he’s been getting. Might be time to talk to a medic.

And of course, months down the line when he’s so swollen that he can’t even SEE his array let alone play with it, he might even realize what he’s done. Well, the apron made sense when he scratched his handsome paint one too many times while cleaning the hab, but did it need to be so pretty? Did his valve need to clench when his vids praised him? Did his panels need to heat up when he cooked or cleaned or set the pump up for his poor, leaky titties? But it’s too late to turn back, too hard to untrain his reactions (especially when he can’t bring himself to want to, too used to multiple overloads daily). Too much effort when no one needs to know.

And then the bitlet finally arrives, and all Sentinel can think is that his last vid kept saying how beneficial it is for a youngling to grow up with a sibling or two… and what a perfect little mommy he is, for only doing what’s best for his little one. Well, the office hasn’t burned to the ground without him yet, now has it? Maybe he could do some paperwork from home. At least until the bitlets wean. That’s awfully young, though… maybe when they start at school.

of course it’s Sentinel’s own fault. He’s so stupid. If he hadn’t tried to optimize his study hours and transfluid implants, then he wouldn’t have ended up discovering getting this damned pregnancy fetish.

i love to imagine Sentinel realizing, despite himself, that he’s conditioned himself into associating his pregnancy with overloading and having to face the fact that he doesn’t have it in him to change it… if he even tries to clean, or watch a video or read a book about carrying he gets so unbearably horny and it’s too hard to resist. He can always reason that his frame is simply… demanding the nutrients for the bitlets, nothing more, just a basic reaction. He’s doing fine. Getting incredibly wet just while cleaning is… a side-effect he’s willing to push through. No one needs to know.

oOoh Sentinel getting himself knocked up again… that’s just exquisite. I mean, back then, it was just an accident, but this time… no, of course it was an accident. He just accidentally wrapped his legs around the designated mech and made him overload inside, he wouldn’t have done that if he’d known he was gonna end up knocked up again, surely. But it’s alright, a youngling should have a sibling.

i am so glad that my fantasy, regarding any mech at all times, is now applicable to Sentinel. I need him visibly pregnant, swollen with his second baby, with his first one latched onto his chest as he feeds it<33

#valveplug #hjgsjagjsjjj.... god #mommy sentinel #pregnancy mention #texty

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livi-in-digital-circus · 1 month

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Bunnydoll (non-angsty) family headcanons!

This is an apology for so much angst lately, I feel like shit these days, being stuck in trauma sucks BUT NOW IT'S TIME FOR SOME HEADCANONS WITH MY SWEET BABIES OWYN, ETHAN AND ELLIE!

Jax and Ragatha love each other so much that they cause a glitch that makes the rag doll pregnant

At first, no one suspects anything, until Ragatha starts to feel more and more tired during their usual adventures and throws up every single thing she eats. Caine quickly checks on her and finds something inside her that he calls a parasite caused by the glitch. He wants to fix Ragatha by getting rid of whatever this parasite is, but she immediately thinks it might be a baby since she always wanted to have one. It sounds ridiculous until the ringmaster actually confirms it. Everyone is shocked, especially Jax, who doesn't know what to do. Meanwhile, Ragatha is overjoyed and can't wait to meet their little bundle of joy

And here's the big arrival of the twins

Although the pregnancy goes smoothly, Jax quickly notices that Ragatha eats and vomits more than a regular pregnant woman. She doesn't seem to mind, thinking it's just because they're in a digital world where everything is different from the real one. Soon the rabbit and the rest of the circus members notice that Ragatha is also gaining more weight than she should, but she doesn't even seem to notice. Jax is very worried that something is wrong and often wants to argue with Caine. Apart from that, everyone is very supportive and helps Jax take care of Ragatha until she gives birth…

...to twins. In their first moments of life, the two babies are tiny blue rag bunnies with a bit of soft purple hair on their heads. As soon as Jax sees his sons, something inside him changes. He finally has what he never knew he longed for: a family with the woman he loves

But who said raising Jax's kids would be easy?

Owyn and Ethan are little copies of their dad. Always fooling around, throwing food and toys at everyone just to see if they get mad (they don't because the kids are too cute), and becoming literal angels whenever their mom is around. This changes over the years, and after they turn 3, they begin to develop their own personalities. Owyn becomes calmer and more attached to Ragatha. He gets on well with grandpa Kinger, and soon he knows almost every type of insect in the whole wide world. Meanwhile, Ethan remains the same, still causing trouble. Jax teaches him how to play pranks on Pomni and Zooble and that's why they are Ethan's main victims. The twins are still inseparable though and enjoy doing many things together, even though they have very different hobbies

With Caine changing reproduction from a glitch to a real thing possible in the circus, Jax and Ragatha decide to have another baby

No one can really say who had the idea first. Ragatha says it was her because she always wanted to have at least three children. Meanwhile, Jax smugly says it's him because he just thinks his rag dolly gets extremely cute when she's pregnant (she smacks him on the head afterwards lol)

Because Owyn and Ethan are small kiddos, they don't understand the concept of pregnancy. One day, Ragatha takes them for a walk around the tent and explains that there's a baby growing inside mommy's belly, and soon they'll have a younger sibling. The twins are excited and eager to meet their new brother or sister. It's fascinating how attached they are to the baby, even before it's born, and Jax often finds them sleeping in the most adorable way: resting their heads on Ragatha's belly and feeling their sibling's movements. On the other hand, Jax gets jealous of his own sons when they spend too much time with their mom. Some time later, Pomni bangs on the door of their room, her whole jester self covered in paint and mud because Jax has ordered the twins to go play with their auntie Pomni instead of bothering Ragatha, who needs a lot of rest these days. And by rest, he meant kissing, cuddling, and having her all to himself 24/7

Unfortunately, a defect in the code causes complications

It's not even the end of the pregnancy when Ragatha suddenly starts to feel worse. She throws up again, has trouble getting out of bed, refuses to eat, and suddenly becomes depressed. Jax tries everything to make her feel better, but nothing works. Meanwhile, the twins are only allowed to see their mother when she seems to be at her best, which is rarely. Jax becomes more and more frightened, his anger intensifies and he yells at everyone for nothing. His friends try to calm him down by telling him that Ragatha and the baby will be fine, but it only makes things worse. Caine also doesn't know what to do anymore, he sits in his office all the time trying to find some defect in the code

All of this leads to little Arabella being born prematurely. She's a rag bunny just like her older brothers, but she's much smaller and missing an eye, which means she'll need more attention. That doesn't change the fact that Ragatha loves her baby Ellie so much and makes her a button eye that resembles her own. Unfortunately, Jax isn't the most optimistic about this and distances himself from his daughter, spending more time with Owyn and Ethan and leaving the baby more in Ragatha's care. He tells himself it's because Ellie is different from her brothers and will be a burden from now on. The truth is that Jax is just afraid of failing to raise and protect her as he is still not the best father material. It takes him some time to even hold Ellie for the first time, and when he does, they form a special bond. Jax is surprised when the little girl turns out to be no trouble and recognizes him as her daddy and wants to play with him

How does the relationship between the kids actually look like?

It's messy. As Ellie grows up, Ethan finally has a new victim for his pranks and at one point even bullies his younger sister. This doesn't last long, though, as Ragatha scolds Ethan for it and he quickly promises to be mama's good boy. Ellie spends more time with Owyn, reading books and playing together. Though they can fight a lot, they don't want to be separated for long, and during adventures, Owyn and Ethan keep an eye on Ellie, who tends to get lost a lot (once, as a toddler, she almost gave Jax and Ragatha a heart attack when they heard her scream, but it turned out she was also giggling because she was also being chased by some dog)

What the other circus members think of Bunnydoll family?

Pomni has been named the children's auntie and becomes their official babysitter whenever Jax and Ragatha are not around. At first she thinks the twins are cute, until they grow up a bit and start causing trouble. There are moments when she thinks they're even worse than Jax, but that doesn't change the fact that she loves them and sometimes (when she doesn't want to throw Ethan into the Digital Lake) treats them as her own children

Gangle is Ellie's favorite, and they often have tea parties and fashion shows. Ellie is also the one who designs a new set of comedy masks for the ribbon girl, which makes her tear up a lot. Gangle also plays the role of the kids' second auntie and babysitter, plus she's the one who teaches Owyn how to read, making it his favorite hobby

Zooble doesn't want to deal with Jax's kids, at one point they even manage to tie Ethan to a tree when he isn't looking as punishment after he did the same thing to them some time ago. Ragatha has to calm Jax down when he finds out about this and tries to convince him to talk to Zooble instead of throwing his hands at them. As for Owyn and Ellie, they has nothing against them as long as they don't act like Ethan. Actually, Zooble likes to participate in Ellie's fashion shows, but they won't admit it

Kinger is their proud grandpa. He teaches Owyn about insects, gives Ethan candy (which is why the boy never plays tricks on him), and builds forts with Ellie. At first, Jax thought Kinger would be irresponsible with them, but to his surprise, the chess piece is very careful and his grandchildren's safety is now his priority. He often says he doesn't have a favorite and loves them all equally, but it's clear he's leaning more toward Owyn

Last but not least, the circus ringmaster Caine proclaimed himself the children's godfather and often arranges special adventures for them. He doesn't mind their sometimes chaotic behavior, but he strictly forbids them from going to certain places. The only one who is allowed to see him working is Ellie, as she seems to be fascinated by how the digital world works, and since she was affected by the defect in the code, Caine does some tests on her from time to time to make sure she's completely healthy now

Oh and there's Bubble, but he has a restraining order against all three of them…

Family time!

The kids sleep with their parents until they are old enough to have their own rooms. As twins, Owyn and Ethan are forced to share a bedroom, and both are jealous that Ellie has her own all to herself.

Ragatha is the best mom in the digital world. She does everything she can to make sure all of her kids have fun. She sings them lullabies, fixes their toys, makes them new clothes, and sometimes even lets them sleep with her and Jax when they have a nightmare. If anything happens to any of them, Ragatha will go into her protective mama bear mode and is even capable of beating up any NPC that tries to hurt them

Jax is the cool dad who lets his sons do whatever they want as long as they don't get into serious trouble. With Ellie, he is extra protective, and sometimes he doesn't like the pranks Ethan pulls on her. Still, he enjoys taking them on more dangerous adventures, even though Ragatha forbids him, and it usually ends with a few bruises and smiles on the kids' faces

The couple doesn't have much time to themselves now, so whenever they get the chance, they sneak out to go on a date, watch some movies, and just rest together, knowing their children are in good hands

At one point Ragatha jokes that maybe they should try for one or two more babies, but even though Jax finds the idea quite appealing, he's still worried about Ragatha's well-being, remembering what her last pregnancy was like. However, Owyn, Ethan and Ellie probably won't wait long for their parents to announce they're having a baby...

And a fun fact!

One day I was bored and went to character.ai to have some fun with the Bunnydoll bot. I made a story where they had 7 kids, while Owyn, Ethan and Ellie were supposed to be the next triplets, which meant they had 10 kids in total lol

I hope you enjoyed it!

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc jax #tadc ragatha #jax #ragatha #jax x ragatha #bunnydoll #headcanon

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grilde1chesse · 2 months

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ODDLY SPECiFiC RESiDENT EViL HEAD CANONS

characters i’ll include

jack krauser

leon kennedy

ada wong

albert wesker

luis sera

jill valentine

chris redfield

claire redfield

WARNING: childhood trauma/abuse, implied/referenced violence, mental health

JACK KRAUSER

she jack on my krauser till i major

transgender and mlm. no room for argument. it’s canon, i’m capcom

was the youngest of 3 brothers

grew up on the country side with traditional parents

his parents were physically abusive to both each other and the kids, meaning he grew up with out a healthy understanding of love. he doesn’t know how to express affection or love outside of violence because of this

ran away and joined the army at 18 and didn’t leave until operation javier. the army became a second home and he never learned how to function in society outside combat.

he hates that he’s gay and because of this he resents anyone he falls for (also partially because of how he communicates affection). liking boys not only insults his masculinity, but also makes him dysphoric, as he sees that aspect of himself as the remaining female side of him that he’ll never be able to get rid of

building off of the last bullet, this is why he’s so hard on leon. i’ll probably make another post diving deeper into their dynamic so i’ll leave it at that

he doesn’t listen to music often, but when he does it’s metal

LEON KENNEDY

he was the first protag i ever played as so i’m biased😞 ik i’m a basic fan i’m sorry gang

he’s more of a dog person and probably had one as a childhood pet, but has been scared of them ever since raccoon city

bisexual

was an amateur guitar player for some time but dropped it once becoming an agent

mamas boy

had a bit of chub before becoming an agent

older!leon has a dad bod & beer belly. i don’t make the rules it’s canon, trust

not even a ship really (maybe it is idk) but i feel like him and chris experimented with their sexuality together? idk take that how you will

i feel like he’s got facial or body dysmorphia and is extremely insecure about how he looks / talks, or at least used to be

bleaches his hair

building off the last bullet again, Leon was blonde when he was younger, but his hair gradually got darker as he grew up. eventually he started bleaching it because he didn’t want to have brown hair. his natural hair color from re2-re4 is dirty blonde. he stopped dying it as he got older

no matter how badly he wants a normal domestic life (to settle down, start a family, and give his kids the childhood he never had) he’s secretly terrified of the idea. he doesn’t know how to function outside of work, even when on vacation he can’t seem to relax

speaking of a domestic life, he’d name his kids some stupid shit like hunter or something

autistic. he has trouble decoding social cues (like when ashley jokes with him) and is fairly awkward. was definitely the “weird kid” in middle school

played hockey as a kid

i feel like he comes from somewhere cold, and because of that is fairly adapted to cooler temps but also can’t stand heat (like at all)

sleeps with a billion pillows

chronic gum chewer. it’s a comforting, absent minded movement that keeps him grounded on the job. i wanna say his favorite flavor is just regular bubble gum but maybe that’s just because i hate mint idk

has sensitive skin and eczema

ADA WONG

ada’s hard because she has no canon backstory or even personality really💔

has cherry blossom lip gloss and re-applies it religiously

has drop foot (i genuinely can’t think of any other reason she’d always been wearing high heels 😞)

mommy issues

was in and out of foster care her entire childhood only to end up back with her mom everytime

because she was so heavily neglected as a kid & basically raised herself, ada’s become extremely self sufficient and refuses to rely or depend on anyone

she has issues identifying her feelings and honestly doesn’t care enough to work through them. because of this she isn’t sure if she even likes leon at all. she can’t tell if she loves him or just finds him useful, ether way she wants him around/safe and she isn’t sure why

she smokes sometimes but hates it, so she only falls back on nicotine when doing horribly. she carries cigarettes around with her on missions

ALBERT WESKER

kitty meow meow

on the aro/ase spec

has autism, ASPD (psychopath), and a god complex (obviously)

sees himself as better than average people because he doesn’t experience sexual attraction (no hate to ppl who think otherwise, i just really can’t see him any sort of sexual context). he views sexuality as a weakness and looks down on it

mlm

i feel like him and chris have somewhat of a krauser/leon dynamic if that makes sense. he sees chris as an almost equal, but also as a threat because of it. he respects him to a degree. again, i’m probably going to make a post on them later so i’ll leave it at that

i haven’t finished 6 yet so correct me if this has been disproven in canon, but i like to think he had jake on purpose. while yes, he didn’t know about jake, i like to think he hooked up with ms muller with the goal of having a child. he probably deemed her as suitable, and had desirable traits that he wanted to carry on, but never knew she actually got pregnant

listens to classical music & maybe 80s as well?

not a head canon, but the band she wants revenge reminds me of him a lot

insane skincare routine

sensory issues & sensitive eyes because of uroboros (leads to overstimulation sometimes which makes him even more of a grumpy bitch)

loves flowers

doesn’t smoke often but when he does he prefers camels or marlboro blues (i don’t smoke (except for when i’m missing you) so idrk what i’m talking about)

LUiS SERA

inclusivity win! the scientist that helped make the tyrant actively chasing you down is gay!

mlm

grew up in a casually christian household & still holds onto some core ideologies, though in a more superstitious way than religious

holds onto a cross necklace from his childhood & prays when in tight situations

his parents smoked and that’s how he picked it up

speaking of, he’s extremely picky when it comes to what cigarettes he smokes. he prefers marlboro reds (again idfk what im talking about)

his jacket is custom tailored

he came from a poor household

probably wears eyeliner

has been to a gay bar

very physically affectionate & probably kisses people when drunk (platonically)

JiLL VALENTiNE

her name is jill sandwich!!!!!

lesbian. sorry i don’t make the rules. she’s gay. sorry chris & carlos

i mean just look at her she’s lesbian

has a little sister

can speak some french, though not too well due to lack of use

still has blonde hair from re6, but dyes it. (wesker absolutely killed the melanin in her skin and hair.) because she doesn’t have time to be constantly re-dying her hair so she has blonde streaks & roots.

has a cat

her favorite fruit is a pear. idk why she just seems the type

CHRiS REDFiELD

something about a boulder

bisexual

has been horribly down bad for jill for years (she sees him as a brother ;-( tough luck big guy)

was the stereotypical overprotective brother when him and claire were younger, always scaring the shit out of anyone she brought home

extremely good with dogs - actually considered being a dog trainer when he was younger

god knows that man RARELY does laundry - if at all. probably smells like a dog & uses 4 in 1 shampoo. stinky vermin

speaking of laundry, he probably wears swim trunks on the regular bc all his clothes are dirty

terrified of commitment

total adrenaline junkie with a savior complex (then again, doesn’t every resident evil protagonist?)

would be an amazing dad but is terrified of the idea of settling down. no matter how badly he wants to have a domestic life he doesn’t know how to adapt to it

has a german shepherd

can’t cook for the life of him; lives off microwaveable meals

literally the definition of “damn girl, you live like this???”

insanely high pain tolerance

CLAiRE REDFiELD

thinking about how she was 19 during raccoon city (making her you her than ashley was during re4)

dyes her hair auburn

bisexual

has probably punched at least one person for saying some stupid bigoted shit

she’s 100% messy, brash, and assertive, & i’m sick of pretending she’s not. she was raised by chris, the boulder punching fist for brains? no way is her room organized

has kissed jill before

her and chris used 2 do target practice in junk yards together & she once accidentally shot herself in the leg after shooting at metal

has always had crazy high pain tolerance, it runs in the family

because of her high pain tolerance she used to get hurt a lot on accident as a kid (doing stupid shit like messing around with fire or blades)

hates wearing her hair down

#resident evil #headcanon #jack krauser #major jack krauser #leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #ada wong #albert wesker #luis sera #luis serra #jill valentine #chris redfield #claire redfield

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eggcompany · 5 months

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Filthy Sweet Part 2

Jamie hated the clinic. He hated the pink walls, the loud ventilation system, the gross bleach sanitizer smell that covered every surface, and he hated that he was in the depth of his heat and sitting in the hard plastic chairs while Keeley filled out his paperwork and Roy got the nurses to fill out his papers for Richmond. He hated how he couldn’t help but rock back and forth with the plug pressed up against his insides. And worst of all he hated how calm he felt with Keeley on one side of him and Roy on his other.

He knew this wasn’t how his next heat would be, but he couldn’t help but savor the calm, the warm safe feeling in his chest, the way his head was nice and quiet. He didn’t need to worry about anything. Keeley was there to make sure everyone knew what Jamie needed, what scared him, to keep him comfy. Roy was there to keep him safe and warm, make sure no one hurt him or made him upset. He just followed the one soft hand that rubbed up and down his back, that carefully undressed him and put his ankles up in the stirrups, and the rough hands that held his own and scented along his neck and wrist, clouding him in a calm thunderstorm scent.

He barely noticed when they were already leaving. He heard words but it didn’t really matter to him. He was in the back of Roy’s car before he realized he was just at the doctors office, confused because when was he doctored on? He looked at Keeley who was in the passenger seat in front of him and he looked around the headrest in front of his face to see Roy driving.

“Mommy? What happened to the doctor?” He asked as he looked at her. She was pretty in her fluffy jacket and hair loose around her shoulders. She turned to him with a confused look on her face, eyebrows brought together.

“You were just at the doctors, Jay. Remember? He said you needed to have taken a heat months ago but you waited till the off season. We’re taking you back to your nest, babe, so you can get nice and cozy in your bed. We’ll make sure you have plenty of snacks and some candy and drinks. And I’m gonna clean your toys before you use them, just in case. That sounds nice, yeah?” Keeley explained and Jamie just nodded. He didn’t remember. He didn’t really wanna be home alone. He wanted to be sleepy and warm in Daddy’s den, surrounded by cuddles and Keeley’s yummy smelling body spray. But it was fine. He spent all his other heats alone.

“Kay” Is all he managed and looked out the window, hands rubbing across his belly absently. He wished he could be all soft and nice like the omegas on TV, the ones that got the alpha, got to be treasured, got to be cuddled all the time. He just wished he had that. Maybe if he was a little shorter, he could probably work some of his muscle mass away and gain some weight. But there wasn’t any way to be smaller, to get rid of his shoulders or make himself shorter. He would never be that picture perfect omega.

Suddenly the car was pulled over and stopped, his door popping open. Roy was there, looking at him, hands pulling his body into a hug.

“Don’t cry Jamie. You did such a good job at the doctor’s, you’re such a good omega. You always put the club first, my best player. You just need to have your heat, enjoy all the snacks and treats you want. We’ll make sure you’re alright, puppy.” Roy comforted and pet up and down Jamie’s back, unclipping the seatbelt and pulling the strap away from the omega. Jamie just sniffled and nodded. Even if he wasn’t a nice looking omega, at least he was a good footballer.

“Yeah, baby, you did super good. Now come on, let's get you inside.” Keeley said and took Jamie’s arm, guiding him into his own house. He didn’t remember giving her his keys. Or the last time he saw his keys. But she had them and quickly unlocked his door, easily walking to his bedroom.

“Where’d you nest up? Show mommy your nest.” Keeley said when Jamie just stood in the doorway. His bed was done up, grey floors clean, laundry basket empty in the corner. She didn’t know where he nested anymore, he usually opted out of a nest and just used his bed.

“Don’t wanna show ya, mommy. It’s bad.” Jamie said, pout forming on his soft lips. He looked up at her through his eyelashes, eye’s not having a hint of gold anymore, just a sad grey. Keeley smiled at him and cradled his jaw.

“I can’t get you cuddled up in your nest if I don’t know where it is. Do you have a nest? Do you think maybe we need daddy’s help to make you one?” Keeley offered, knowing Jamie’s poor excuses for nests were usually just piles of sheets, not something that would be comfy and warm.

Roy was a perfect nester. Always making the best dens to fuck Keeley in. Cushions, blankets, pillows, the perfect amount of dirty clothes and clean fresh towels. Jamie gasped a bit, thinking of alpha making him a special nest. Going through his linen closet and digging out all the nesting materials that he never used. Making something special for Jamie to get knotted in.

“Daddy’s den?” Jamie asked and he heard Roy walking through the house, moving closer to them. He turned and looked at the alpha who had shed his jacket and shoes. Roy looked at him, a soft smile on his lips.

“Yeah daddy’ll make you a nest. Right Roy? You wanna make this omega a nice soft nest so he can be warm and comfy while he gets fucked. You wanna make sure he’s looked after while I run to the shop for snacks.” Keeley stated more than asked. Roy was nodding with her. He did want that. He loved nesting, he loved making nice dark places where he could make his mates feel good. He loved making spots to hide his mates away, like treasure, needing to be hidden away and protected.

“Fuck, yes, show me where you keep your blankies, I know you have blankies. I’ll take care of it.” Roy said and nuzzled at the side of Jamie’s head, mostly just to smell him, but also to get him focused on his alpha rather than Keeley as she slipped out of the door. Jamie hummed and leaned into Roy’s touch, reaching towards his body, one hand grabbing Roy’s while the other laid against the alpha’s sternum.

“I make bad nests, I’m a bad ‘mega” Jamie said sadly, shoving his head into Roy’s shoulder. He didn’t want to be a pain. He didn’t want to make everyone mad at him. Roy ran his fingers through his soft hair, humming.

“You’re a good omega. Smell so good, listen so good, you’re a good boy.” The alpha reassured, looking over the neat room. King size bed, of course, which would make a very nice nest. He caught a scent, it was stale, not fresh but he knew that smell now. Jamie’s slick.

Roy pulled away from Jamie, who whined, but followed Roy deeper into the room. Roy sniffed around, trying to find whatever that smell was, maybe Jamie’s nesting stash, maybe something else. He got down and reached under the bed, there was a handle. But Jamie was pulled at him, grabbing his shirt, hair, anything to get Roy away from it.

“No! No no no, you can’t. Daddy, no, you can’t. That’s- it’s- you can’t!” Jamie said in a panic and pulled at Roy until the alpha was standing back up. Roy held onto Jamie’s hands, keeping him from freaking out any further. Roy shushed him and laid their foreheads together.

“Jamie, baby, omega, what’s under your bed? Hmm? What is it?” Roy asked quietly, the questions rolled in a growling way as he rubbed their noses together. Jamie whined and went limp when Roy’s hands grabbed his waist.

“They're my toys, but you’ll think they’re weird.” Jamie whispered, shame heavy in his voice. Roy shook his head and brought their lips together softly. Jamie moaned out, trying to lick into his alpha’s mouth as his insides clenched against the plug that was starting to be unable to keep all his slick in.

“I need you to go get me all your blankies, bring everything in here. I’ll look at your toys and decide which one you need. I want you nice and fuck open on a toy by the time Keeley gets back. You can get all stretched out fucking yourself while I build you a nice little nest.” Roy growled out right into Jamie’s ear, hot breath blowing over the sensitive skin. Jamie was wobbly on his feet but nodded quickly.

“Yeah, okay” Jamie mumbled out and smiled stupidly when the alpha pressed a kiss to his cheek. He walked through the house gathering up any extra blankets he had. The throw off the couch, the sheets from the linen closet, the bedding from the guest room, the extra pillows, anything he thought alpha would like for the nest.

When he finally made it back to his own bedroom, Roy was kicking his duffel back under the bed, hands holding onto one of his clear toys. It was a smaller one, small compared to all the other ones in that bag, about seven inches with the last few taken up with a swollen knot. Jamie smiled and took it from Roy’s hands.

“This is smaller than yours. When do I getta have yours?” Jamie asked Roy rolled his eyes. He was barely holding onto a thread. He needed to get Jamie’s nest done so when Keeley got back they could leave. He felt the itch of his own rut starting to roll under his skin. He wanted nothing more than to throw Jamie onto the bed and fuck him senseless… but that was mating and he wasn’t Jamie’s mate. He was Keeley’s mate. He wasn’t a cheater. Never. So he grabbed the bedding from Jamie’s hands.

“Sit in the corner, I need to make your nest. Be a good boy.” Roy ordered in a way that had Jamie throwing himself down on the floor kicking his sweats and underwear off and away in record speed.

The omega’s bottom lip was caught between his teeth as he carefully pulled the plug out of his body. He gasped a bit as a drip of slick rolled out of him. He felt hungry for it, starved for a knot. The plug helped keep the desperation at bay but as soon as it was out, Jamie wanted something bigger, thicker, more .

“Get your fingers out, use that toy. Show me you know how to use your toys, baby.” Roy guided as he watched Jamie whine sadly as three of his fingers shoved into his hole. Jamie looked up at him, eyes full of needy, all unfocused and honey yellow.

He just watched as Roy organized the blankets for a moment before grabbing up the toy. It wasn’t his favorite one but it was one of his better ones. It wasn’t like the hyper realistic one in his bedside, the one Keeley bought him as a joke for his birthday. The one that she said was just like Roy.

This one wasn’t as good, big, thick, or as addictive. But it had a knot and Roy wanted him knotted. So he quickly gave himself a few deep thrusts with it, letting it rub on all his good spots and getting covered in his slick. He took a shaky breath in, opening his eyes that had slipped shut, looking up at the alpha who was focusing a bit too hard on making sure a certain sheet was placed perfectly . Jamie smiled, alpha was taking such good care of him.

He could help the squeaking high pitched moan that ripped its way out of his throat when he finally got knotted. The silicone was cool and solid as his muscles spasmed and locked onto it. He rubbed his palms over his belly, needed the stimuli, and scratched at the tops of his thighs. Knotting on a toy was always just on the wrong side of enough, either overwhelming and overstimulating, or underwhelming and left him craving something more.

“Good boy Jamie.” Roy called out as he settled the last of the blankets. Jamie was sat in the corner, leaning back against the wall, hands pulled at the light hairs on his thighs, base of his toy nearly hidden between his legs. He was fucking pretty, lips curling up into a smile, chest heaving with big breaths, big hands shakily slightly, eye’s like shimmering stars. Roy felt the heat start to pool in his belly, the itch to touch the omega making his hands twitchy against the blankets.

“Fucking beautiful, what a perfect boy. Come get in your nest so you can show Keeley when she gets here. Show her you can listen, you can be a good boy.” Roy said, growled , he got off the bed, and watched as Jamie crawled into it. All curled up in his nest, toy filling him up, the scent was dizzying.

Roy bit the inside of his mouth as he took in deep breaths of the smell. Jamie smelled so fucking happy. Warm, comfortable, and he looked the part. Pale skin brushed with blush in all the right places, eyes bright, hole full and slick, cock soft and sweet. It made Roy feel… rabid. He wanted and he could take but… but…

But the door was opening and that was Keeley. His mate. His mate Keeley.

Roy stood in the doorway staring at her. That was his mate. His mate Keeley. Not Jamie. Not Omega. Keeley.

“Are you going to fuck me or murder me? Jeez Roy, you need a cold shower, yeah?” Keeley said and set down the bags she had in both her hands. Roy looked mad, which she didn’t really expect. Roy stomped up to her staring at her face.

“I love you so much. I- I love you.” Roy stated, like he was trying to make it truer than true. Keeley smiled and pulled him down to kiss his tense forehead down to his cheeks and nose. His hands fell heavily on her hips as he stared right into her eyes. Not mad, those were Roy’s self loathing eyes.

“I can smell him a bit. Must be so strong to you.” She said and held his face in her hands, thumbs rubbing on his sideburns. He nodded, it was strong. It was like smoke in the house.

“You’re red in the face like you’re about to cry. Or cum. Or both.” Keeley said and kissed the darkest spots on Roy’s face, under his eyes.

“I told you before, you can fuck him. Knot him up, he’d love to get barebacked. He doesn’t know you got cut for me, it’ll feed into his thing for creampies. And you could lick him clean after.” The beta said darkly and leaned in to whisper into Roy’s red ears. She felt him shake, hands grabbing her tightly. She pulled back and he was looking at the floor, breathing through his teeth.

“It’s not cheating if I give you permission. Or if I sit in and get to watch. It’ll be a threesome. A super hot, wet, snack filled threesome fucking marathon.” She finally finished, smiling at Roy’s face as his eye’s flamed to a deep red, a growl rolling through him. The alpha nodded, leaning in to give her a toothy, dirty kiss.

“Gonna fuck him till the bed breaks.” Roy said and stared down into Keeley’s eyes as the beta smiled and bit her bottom lip excitedly.

“He’ll love it. Better get started though. He’ll want more than just one knot. Better get the strap so we can keep up.” Keeley said and shoved at Roy’s chest, sending him into the bedroom, watching as he crawled over Jamie’s body.

It wasn’t very much longer till Jamie was slamming himself down on Roy’s cock, rising and falling on his knees like he was created for it. He was. He was made to take what was given to him. Roy was purring, smiling as he pulled Jamie’s hips down to meet his as he bucked up into the soaked omega.

Keeley prepped herself in the en-suite, buckling the strap onto her hips after she took a nice long shower. She made sure to put on the hip pads and cushioning atop her underwear. Jamie needed rough fuckings. She left her chest bare, for both her boys and their mouths.

She leaned against the door jam and watched them. Art. Jamie with his head thrown back, adam's apple on show, hands holding onto Roy’s as he moaned out, sank down fully on the alpha’s cock. Roy with his teeth bared, hands gripping soon to be bruises into the omega’s hips, eyes trained on the bump of Jamie’s flat stomach where he was buried in the omega’s body.

“Fucking bad for each other.” Keeley said and made her way to the nest, covered in all their clothes, surrounded by all their scents.

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When I'm down on my knees, you're how I pray

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Vilgefortz of Roggeveen/Tissaia de Vries, Vilgefortz of Roggeveen & Tissaia de Vries

Characters: Tissaia de Vries, Vilgefortz of Roggeveen

Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, no canon no nothing its just pure smut, Tissaia is very satisfied, Vilg is hot and a tease, i have this headcanon that Tissaia likes to get spanked, Orgasm Edging, Blink and you'll miss it, Fingerfucking, Cunnilingus, cowgirl at Aretuza, Tissaia likes riding, Creampie, banged into oblivion, i was like "wow thats some hardcore porn lets calm down now", so the end is like aww:3, Established Relationship, mommy and daddy having some fun, also dont judge me but i had this headcanon since forever that he calls her Kitten, because her eyes and face reminds him of a kitten, is it ooc, maybe? - Freeform, i don't care, it's just smut and nothing else, Sub Tissaia de Vries, maybe? a little

Summary: As the tags said, no plot, just porn.

TLDR: He teases her all day, then some spanking happens, fingers the living shit out of her, eats her out like his life depended on it and then she rides him on the couch.

It started out as a bit of fun. After realizing the effect of touching her buttocks had on her, Vilgefortz wasted no time to use this to his advantage. Especially in this case. Their activities last night left their marks on them, with one particularly red spot on her neck. They both enjoyed seeing the proof of their love they left on the other’s body, but Tissaia obviously couldn’t leave this one visible to everyone in Aretuza. So with a flick of her hand, she made the darkening hickey disappear. He understood, of course, and only teased her about it. He didn’t really mind, but jokingly warned her that she would get more in return for this one.

Throughout the day, every time their paths crossed he gently brushed his hand over her butt. Or acted like he was about to hold her waist, but his hands accidentally touched a bit lower. Having centuries of self-control, she wasn’t about to blush like a young maiden but after a while, when he even grabbed her backside, she felt the heat rising from her chest to her neck. Thank the Gods, she was Tissaia de Vries and easily got rid of the pesky feeling that was about to spread through her. She loved him and loved his carefree and somewhat wild nature, but sometimes he could get really under her skin with his antics. She was well aware of her body’s natural reactions; it wasn’t anything new to her at her age, but goddamn it , he was so good at pushing her buttons. Even if she could prevent the rosy hues from reaching her face, she could do nothing about the growing sensation of wetness between her legs. He got even bolder as the day went by, and there was even a moment when her mind was in a fierce battle against her body.

It was sometime after noon, and they met near the courtyard. No one was around, not yet, so they had a moment for themselves. He pulled her in, by her waist this time, and shared a slow kiss. She was just about to pull away when his hands started to tenderly roam up and down her sides, and she let out a shaky breath. Tissaia had no idea what he was planning, and she had no chance of finding out. They heard people nearby getting closer so she stepped back from Vilgefortz. On one hand, she preferred their private life to remain private, on the other, this kind of behavior was the opposite of professional and she wouldn’t have that.

Rita saw her and called out from the opposite side of the yard. She stepped up to the balcony overlooking the yard and suggested that her friend come over if she wanted to talk. And then she froze for a heartbeat. Vilgefortz was still hidden behind a pillar. She wasn’t even paying attention to him. His hands moved to her butt and grabbed it, squeezed it even, and kept on doing it. Her body reacted instantly; even a dull ache began to form in her belly, but she was still facing her friend, talking with her, so she couldn’t let herself to even flinch. She quickly moved away, gave him a dirty look, which in retrospect was the wrong thing to do - he smirked back at her - and stepped into the garden where she met with the younger sorceress. He left the other way with a satisfied smile.

“Are you completely out of your mind?” she asked as she stepped into their room.

“Good evening to you too.” With his usual teasing smile, he stepped closer to her. She was about to tell him that he really couldn’t keep doing this, but he pressed her against the wall, grabbed her butt again, and kissed her with an intensity that knocked the breath out of her. With his mouth still against hers, she breathed deeply through her nose, and her own body betrayed her once again as one of her hands grabbed his shoulder and the other went through his hair. He was still firmly holding her buttocks and squeezing them harder, and she let out an unintentional sigh, breaking the kiss. His hands moved to the front, to her breasts, slightly rubbing them before he swiftly started to work on unbuttoning her dress. She had to bite down on her lips and took a deep breath. While his hands worked on undressing her, his lips found her favorite spot on her neck and bit down hard. She couldn’t hold back the moan that left her mouth. He kept his promise and sucked at her flesh; she could already see with her mind's eyes the deepening red spot. He was wearing his night dress already, so she easily slid the robe off him. He wrapped his arms around her again and kissed her hotly. With their bodies pressed together, she could feel him getting harder by the minute. She pulled at his pants, but he took her hands in his and held them against the wall next to her head. He leaned closer to her ear and quietly said:

“You haven’t been a good girl today; now have you, Kitten?” His breath on her skin and the tone of his voice would have been enough to make her melt, but when he talked like that, she knew she had no chance of winning. She swallowed hard and couldn’t say anything just yet. “Answer me, Kitten. You’ve been a bad girl today, haven’t you?” She nodded and felt her arousal spreading through her folds. He bit down on her neck again.

“Y-“ she had to clear her throat, “Yes, yes.”

He took a deep breath as the intoxicating sensation started to burn in his stomach, let go of her, and stepped back. “Take off your clothes,” and she did so. The fireplace was burning, but it had nothing to do with the heat spreading through her. She stepped away from the wall, now only in her chemise, and put her hands on his chest.

“Can I have some help, please?” He looked into her eyes, and she saw the same fire burning in his too. They kissed, and she moaned into his mouth as he grabbed her butt - again - and in a swift move, he picked her up. She wrapped her legs around him, and he stepped to the couch and sat down. She was on his lap, but this wasn’t what he planned. Not yet. He pushed her back gently.

“Lay on my lap and put your head on the couch.” He told her as he turned sideways a little. She knew exactly where this was going, and she could feel herself getting more and more aroused. He could have taken her right now; she was ready for him already. But she did as she was told and shuddered a little when she felt him raise her dress over her butt and the night air touch her naked backside. His hands moved to tenderly massage her exposed body, and her breath got caught in her throat when his fingers gently grazed over her wet folds. He moaned in appreciation.

“You are a naughty little girl.” He said as he did it again, and she moved against his hands as a reflex. He smiled, “Not yet, my love. You have been a bad girl today. You know what we have to do with bad little girls, don’t you?”

She needed to close her eyes; she wanted him so much, and she felt his fully erect manhood against her body, but they both liked this game, so she remained patient. Taking yet another deep and shaky breath, she finally answered him.

“We have to punish them,” she whispered. He caressed her butt and teasingly slid the tip of his finger through the wetness between her legs. She whimpered in pleasure and braced herself for what was about to come.

Their room was silent; only the crackling of the fire could be heard, and so the sound of his hand coming down on her buttocks felt louder than it was. He did it again. And again and again. He knew what she liked, so he added more force to his blows a minute or two later. She was moaning and crying out in pleasure. He picked up the pace and spanked her even harder. It usually took much more time to get her to be this loud, but he had been teasing her all day, so she was more than ready for him. He stopped abruptly, and she looked back at him.

“I’m starting to think you enjoy your punishment, Kitten. Is that so?” He had a devious smile. Her heart was racing, and her mind was clouded by the need for him to be inside her. “Maybe I should stop if you like it this much.”

“N-no. Please, don’t stop.” He hasn’t even touched her core yet and she already couldn’t speak. “Punish me harder. Please don’t stop.” She felt his erection against her and wanted it so much but she knew he was nowhere near done with their games. Her begging for more always did wonders on him; now too, with her lying on his lap, he could smell her arousal, and that combined with her words almost made him lose control. He had half a mind to just get up and take her but he had plans for them and it needed to wait a little. With one final, hard slap, he took a deep breath and started to massage the abused flesh. He did it for a while before suddenly, without warning, he roughly pushed two fingers inside her. Her surprised moan was loud and wanton, and she reveled in the sensation of something finally being inside her.

The pace he set was quick and hard. He pushed his fingers deeper and deeper into her with every move, and she could not stop the moans she made at the same time with his thrusts. She was waiting for this all day, and with their long foreplay, she felt herself getting closer to the edge rather quickly. Just as the ache in her stomach was about to turn into an overwhelming sensation, he slowed down, almost pulling his fingers out completely. She whimpered in frustration and pushed her back closer to his touch, but he pulled his hand away and slapped her hard. She cried out again.

“Be patient, Kitten,” he warned before pushing inside her again. This time he moved at a slow pace, and with every thrust, he pushed his fingers as deep inside her as he could. He touched that special spot in her every time, and she instinctively started to move her hips. She bit down on her lips, but it was futile; her deep moans escaped her with every one of their moves. She felt it again, the tension rising in her belly, and he was aware of it too. “Do you want to come, love?”

“Yes, please,” she whispered breathlessly. She knew what she had to do and what he loved, and she was more than happy to indulge. ”Make me come, please. Please, ahh, please .” The end was barely audible; it was more of a desperate whimper. She felt herself near her climax, and his fingers were still moving in the torturous, slow motion he set. “Please, Vil...” And that was it. He couldn’t deny her any longer. He moved his hands a little quicker but still as deeply as before, and she cried out loudly. Her walls tightened around his fingers, and her hips moved in delicious waves. He still didn’t stop and picked up the quick pace like before, and fucked her through her climax. She moaned even louder as her body pulsated, and she grabbed at her own hair as the pleasure washed over her. When she finally came down from her high, he pulled his fingers out and caressed her buttocks. She still whimpered a little when he reached down to her hair, and with a magic touch, he undid her already ruined updo, her hair falling down her shoulders next to her face.

He helped her up, and she sat next to him on the couch. He lifted her chemise off of her; the air felt cold against her heated body. His hands wandered around her naked skin as if he were trying to capture every single detail of her. They shared a kiss, long and sweet and hungry, and before their lips parted, he pushed her down onto the couch. He was hovering over her and kissed her neck and shoulders while she gently scratched his back. She wrapped her legs around him, but he pulled back.

“I’ve told you to be patient, haven’t I?” He smirked before kissing her with an urgency that left her breathless. He made his way down on her, biting her breasts and licking and sucking on her nipples. She moaned in appreciation and caressed his shoulders. When he was about to kiss her where she wanted him the most, he put her leg on the back of the sofa and kissed her knees softly. He slowly made his way lower and lower, kissing, biting and sucking on her flesh.

He finally reached close enough, and smelling her arousal made him abandon his games. With a hungry mouth, he kissed her core, and she threw her head back as a breathy cry escaped her, her hair cascading down over the sofa’s edge. He pressed his tongue against her swollen bud and licked it long. He did it again and again until she grabbed a hold of his hair, pulling him closer. Vilgefortz, however, pushed back a little and moved his tongue lower and into the center of her wetness. Then he took a long, slow lick through her slick folds, and her head was spinning again. She wanted to pull him as close to her as possible, but she knew he liked a challenge and it would have the opposite result, so she let him work his wonders. The tip of his tongue found her opening again, and he pushed it as deep into her as he could. Tissaia was sure the tightness of her grip on him must hurt him a little, but even if it did, he made no complaints. Instead, he licked through her again before finding her bud and sucking on it. The sound she made was almost a scream. He did it a few more times, the flat of his tongue against her and then sucking, and he kept repeating it with a primal hunger. He pulled back only once and looked up at her. Their eyes met, and she saw his dark pupils burning, and she had to close her eyes.

“You taste so fucking good,” he said in a husky voice before burying his face between her legs again. He licked and teased, and sucked on her until she couldn’t think anymore, and the burning inside her spread through her, and she was almost screaming as her body shook with the intensity of her orgasm.

He didn’t stop after her body calmed down. He continued to eat her out while sliding two of his fingers inside her again. The sound of her moans and the wet noises her body made for him filled the room, and Tissaia felt like her whole body was on fire. The sensations continued to cloud her mind; the rising tension in her belly was the only thing she could focus on. She had no idea how much time passed between her previous orgasm and the one she felt was coming; time lost its meaning, and her lover was the only thing existing in the world right now. Her body tensed, and she forgot how to breathe while she squeezed his fingers that were still moving inside her, curled upwards, and touching that special spot inside her with every stroke. Her juices spread in his mouth, and he teased her core even while she rode out her climax. There were tears in her eyes, her body was covered in sweat and her face was red when he decided to stop at last. Her legs were shaking; she didn’t even remember when she put her thighs over his shoulders. He gently kissed his way back to her lips and their foreheads touched for a second before he moved to kiss her neck and gently bite her ear.

He felt her magic collide with his and their sensations became almost inseparable. He helped her get up, quickly stood, got rid of his pants, and guided her onto his lap as he sat back down. It was her turn to control the situation and she kissed him deeply while sliding her wet center along his erection. His grip on her tightened as pleasure spread through him. She dragged her nails down his chest until she reached his penis and slowly started pulling and tugging on it. His breathing became heavier, but he let her set the pace now, so he just cupped her buttocks and bit down on her shoulder. She made a soft sound and decided that he had waited enough. She lifted herself a little, positioned herself above him, and slowly descended onto him. She was only halfway down when she had to stop, and let out a throaty moan as her body adjusted to his size. He always filled her up so perfectly; maybe it was because of their difference in body size or she was tighter than most women. She knew for a fact he was bigger than most men, at least bigger than her previous male lovers. Nonetheless, he felt exquisite, completely and deliciously stretching her from the inside.

With a sudden and quick move, she lowered herself all the way, and he bit down hard on her neck while groaning a little.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered against her ear, and she pulled his head back by his hair and kissed him hard. She moved her hips up and down, and when he pulled her waist a little closer, the perfect friction against her bud made her throw her head back, exposing her neck to him. He bit down on her throat, not too hard, but made sure he would leave a mark as he sucked on her flesh. The ache in her started to get stronger, and she quickened her movements, back and forth, up and down, until she was scratching his shoulders and repeated his name over and over again. As she neared her climax, her body refused to move the way she wanted to, and he told her between kisses:

“Don’t stop moving.” He was out of breath too, but nowhere near close to reaching his peak. She had to bury her face in his neck and return his favor. She bit down hard on him, even teasing his jawline with her mouth. The tension exploded, and her walls pulsated around him once again, and she cried his name into his neck. He firmly held her waist and waited until she could breathe again. He gave her buttocks a swift spank, nudging her to continue. She was out of breath; her body was exhausted, but he was still hard inside her, and she wanted to chase after the height of her pleasure again.

“Yes, love, keep going,” he breathed into her mouth. “Fuck, you feel so good.” She moaned, and it got even louder when his hand slid between their bodies, down to her core, and massaged her there. Their chaos melted into one another completely, and she was practically screaming.

“Vil… oh Vil , yes …” She wasn’t fully aware she had started to speak; her mind was overthrown by the sensations from within and out. Soon her body was shaking again, her nails digging into his shoulders and she tightened around him in the most delicious way. He gripped her waist harder; he was holding himself back. He wanted her to ride out the waves of her climax before he joined her. When her body calmed just a little, he started to thrust upward, hard and fast. She screamed again, the unexpected sensation sending shockwaves through her body, and she tightened around him one last time.

Sometimes, they enjoyed a little teasing before they reached the end, asking if she wanted him to come inside her or she begged him to let her climax. This time, they were so lost in the haze of their pleasures that no words left them. He held her firmly as his thrusts became irregular and rough. He spilled himself inside her, and he groaned as his climax reached its peak.

They stayed like this on the couch for a long time, sharing sensual kisses until their bodies calmed down enough.

“I love you,” he whispered against her lips, and she smiled.

“And I love you.” She still couldn’t speak properly, she could only tell him this between deep breaths. She stood up, and her legs were shaking under her. He had to help her a little, but had a better thought. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. She was completely exhausted. He was only a little better off, but at least he could still walk.

He made them a bath; they were both covered in sweat, and his seed was slowly pouring from her, down to her thighs. Sometimes this sight alone was enough to make him hard again. The room got filled with the scent of relaxing oils as they sat in the hot water, her back against his chest. He realized after a while that she had fallen asleep. Vilgefortz smiled and kissed the top of her head. He didn’t want to wake her up, but there was no other way of getting out of the bath.

They put on their night dresses and finally laid down to sleep. Tissaia was completely worn out; she just curled up to him, placing her hand on his chest as he embraced her. He kissed her forehead, and while caressing her back under the covers, he gently whispered:

“Good night, Kitten.”

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