#hola perra

[hakekaboi]

Hola ma se me escapó la PERRA !!!

[vicky117]

Hola Vicky 😅...

Tengo una nueva pregunta...y es...

- Que pasaría si glitchtrap se reencontrara con su pequeño Evan?

Trataría de matarlo al no reconocerlo,o al verlo fijamente a los ojos lo reconozca y quede impactado?

Algo así como cuando TOJI reconoce a megumi como su hijo...

(escena de jujutsu kaisen.... XD)

lo reconoce a las justas :')

Es que la perra lo ve como un devil que no vale nada 🥲

[eddve]

reconocer timbre de voz lleva a prestar atención incluso notando que no es a ella a quien se dirije, por inercia volteando el rostro, deslumbrando burlona sonrisa en cuanto es capaz de atestiguar retrato que menor alza en el aire. ' dudo que alguien se haga cargo de esa fotografía ' demasiado vergonzosa según propio parecer, pero es que las kwon tienen esa manía de burlarse de todo el mundo. ' ni un poco de empeño le puso su madre, pobre ' y sin notarlo se encuentra desacelerando su paso para poder continuar caminata junto a mercury, inconsciente.

' aw ¿estx eres tú? estás horrible ' obviamente emplea tono burlón mientras sostiene una de las fotografías de une niñe con un disfraz de cerdito, aparentemente en una obra escolar. ni siquiera está segura de si interlocutore es persona retratada en la foto, pero si tiene oportunidad de burlarse lo hará.

[joelsmochi]

Desperation - Javier Peña

Plot — [ofc] Jackie is visiting Columbia for a short getaway and meets a man who can satisfy her…In more ways than one.

Part 2 here.

Warnings: horrible spanish sentences + grammar (bare with me y’all i haven’t studied in a few years), speaking of spanish there is quite a bit of spanish conversation in (mostly in the beginning but some during the… act), some typos (edit: i did a lazy proofreading) smut (MINORS DNI beyond this point).

Smut Warnings: this will be disgustingly long and descriptive and perhaps a little awkward to read so this is your warning now, cocky!Javi (as expected), unprotect piv (it's a story y’all std’s don’t exist in this timeline), choking, hair pulling, light (?) slapping (out of praise), squirting, good girl bombs, daddy bombs, oral (f & m receiving), LOADSSSS of pet names, anal + (judge me 🤗), drinking + tipsy sex, vaginal creampie, possible ooc javier?

Word count: 6.9k (i didn’t mean to i just couldn’t stop writing😭)

translations will be in purple at the end of paragraphs ! so the format will be a lil ugly but ik not everyone speaks spanish + if my spanish is worse than i remember/could figure out then i want y’all to know what i’m trying to say without having to scroll up and down [BIG SORRY]

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The warm air is thick tonight, pooling a layer of sweat over Jackie's skin as she swings her hips around to the music. Her newly made friend, Angie, startles her by yanking her arm and pulling her from the middle of the bar.

“Jackie, miras!” Angie exclaims. Jackie finds a smile playing on her lips at how pretty Angie sounds saying the most simple words; she admired how beautiful the language is, and how much more precious it sounds coming from the Colombian woman. “Este es el hombre del que te hablé,” she says while pointing to a blonde-haired man. Jackie’s lips curl downward as she examines him, impressed with his leather jacket and choice of haircut. “Se llama Steve Murphy. Èl es muy, muy lindo, ¿verdad?”

[Jackie look! // That's the man I was telling you about. // His name is Steve Murphy. He is very cute, right?]

“Meh,” Jackie mumbles, “No es mi tipo, pero… Tú y èl, veo, pero ¿conmigo? No.” She looks from Angie back to this Steve Murphy, suddenly seeing a man just as well dressed by his side, but much more her type. Dark hair, tan skin, and pants that give her flashbacks to the 1970s (which made her all the more interested as hers were as well). He seems a little more brooding than the other man, but Jackie isn’t one to back down from a challenge especially when it consists of getting a fine man like this one’s number. “Angie… ¿Quién es el hombre en la derecha?” She wonders while looking at her friend.

[He's not my type. I can see you and him, but me? No. // Angie, who is the man on the right?]

“Hmm,” Angie mumbles. “No sè. ¿Por qué?” She drunkenly giggles. “¿Crees que él lindo?”

[I don't know, why? You think he's cute?]

Jackie scoffs, batting her eyes back at the man whom she makes eye contact with. She maintains the stare they are sharing while she responds with, “No. No lindo. Él es sexy.”

[Not cute. Sexy.]

“Well,” Angie urges in English which catches Jackie's attention once more. “Go say hola, perra.” Jackie laughs at her friend’s persistence and stumbles over her heels after being gently pushed. The man watches her strut over to him and his friend, eyeing her outfit up and down and making the mental note that she’s not dressed like the average Colombian woman.

[perra = bitch]

American? He wonders.

“Buena,” she says after reaching their bubble. “¿Cómo estáis?”

[Hello, how are you (guys)].

“Somos bien,” the dark-haired man says with a cheeky smile, “¿y tú?” Jackie watches his eyes follow the curvy lines of her legs and hips. He finds the way she bats her eyes a huge turn-on for a reason he cannot explain and he almost falls to his knees when she sends him a more-than-obvious flirty smile.

[We're good, you?]

“Mas o menos,” she shrugs earning a curious looks from the two men, “me sentiría mejor si me dijeras que eres soltero.”

[More or less... I'd feel better if you told me you were single.]

“What’s she saying?” Steve asks with a questionable expression.

“She’s flirting with me, shut up,” Javi utters out of the side of his mouth. Jackie threw him off of his own game, making him feel slightly incompetent but it intrigues him nonetheless. Although he finds her formality a bit strange. “Eres Americana?”

[Are you American?]

“Sí. Mi español es poco formal, claro… Espero que encuentre lindo… Mister.” Jackie sends the tall man a sensual look through her eyelashes, watching his partially exposed chest rise and fall with anticipation. She hopes that maybe he will find her lack of cultural exposure cute or funny enough to keep him intrigued which works wonders on him — he chuckles at her words, admiring her confidence despite the jab he made.

[Yes, my Spanish is a bit formal, of course... I hope you find it cute.]

Why is she here, he thinks, vacation? School? Family? Relocating? He wants to—needs to know more.

“Sí, sí. Eres formal, mm-hmm, pero no limitada,” he adds before offering her a cigarette. She takes it gently and he swears she has the touch of an angel, though he is already a bit tipsy so he might just be being dramatic.

[Yes, true. You are formal, but not limited.]

“Cómo se llama, Papacito?” She daunts seductively after he lights her cigarette.

[What's your name?]

“Me llamo Javi, y el es Steve.”

[My name is Javi and this is Steve.]

“Ah-huh, my friend thinks you’re sexy,” she says to the blonde man. She raises an eyebrow as if she misspoke. “Well, cute. She used the word cute.”

Steve obviously blushes, but slaps his hands on his knees and shakes his head bashfully. “Lo siento, but I am a happily married man.”

[lo siento = i'm sorry]

She feels a bit saddened for her friend but Angie always bounces back fast, so Jackie turns to find her friend dancing in the crowd on a random guy; laughing she looks back at Steve and shrugs. “Looks like she’s already forgotten. She knew you by name though, you come ‘round here often?”

“Yeah, sometimes,” is all he says. He senses the tension between his colleague and Jackie but notices the tension in Javi's pants a little more.

Jackie squints at Steve for his shortness but regains focus on her original intention. She raises her head to watch Javi fold his glasses into his shirt pocket, trying her best to not drool over the prodding veins in his arms or the peak of hair on his chest. Instead, she maintains eye contact (with the occasional glance at his lips) and takes a small step closer to him.

“May I pull you away from your friend?” She asks, just barely speaking above the music. Javi catches the briefest glance into the gaping space between her cleavage and chest, in fact, the glance is so brief that Jackie doesn’t even notice it. He begins to think about what her nipples looked like as well as if she has any hidden tattoos anywhere and if she did, then what would they look like? He can see she’s not one to wear a bra so that makes him wonder if she’s not wearing panties either.

“Only if you tell me your name,” he says hoarsely.

“Jackie. Jackie.”

Jackie Dawns, what a pretty name, Javi thinks, very fitting for the beauty standing in front of me.

She catches Javi looking towards Steve for permission to which Steve doesn’t give him much of a reaction or response, just a sly smirk. Growing impatient, she grabs one of Javi’s hands and pulls him gently. “Only for an hour or two,” she promises.

Well, the hour or two slipped away pretty fast and the sun is beginning to set painting the sky oranges and pinks. The pair can’t seem to get enough of each other, it certainly rolled Steve’s eyes more times than anybody could count, who, by the way, is beginning to regret not bringing his wife as they had originally planned. Watching Javi and Jackie dance together, whether it was slow or fast or romantic or sexual, makes Steve realize how little he has done to show his admiration for his beloved spouse so he gets up from his seat after paying for their drinks and walks towards the tipsy couple.

“Hey, Javi, I’m gonna get home to the misses,” he says in his real thick accent.

Jackie notices the time on a clock nearby, immediately feeling guilty. “Sorry, I musta let the time slip,” she says.

But Steve shakes his head. “No, don’t apologize. Real quick though, when a lady becomes your wife does she still want flowers?” Jackie squints at him again but with more annoyance laced throughout her features. Steve takes that as a yes and nods stiffly. “Flowers it is.”

“Get her flowers she actually likes, not roses just because they're a classic.”

Steve stiffens up even more. “I—…” Guilt riddles his face and Jackie gives him an incredulous look, basically calling him a lousy husband without actually saying it. “I’m gonna go now, uh… See you in the office Monday? All right, bye Javi.” He gives Jackie wide eyes indicating either annoyance or intimidation. “Jackie.”

Javier laughs at Steve as he walks out before turning back to you. “I think that’s the first time I’ve seen him speechless,” he laughs.

“Dumbass doesn’t know his wife’s favorite flower,” Jackie as well. She places her hands on his chest and he smiles down at the red nail polish on her long nails. “See something you like?” She flirts after they’ve begun swaying to the music again, both of them noting the Phil Colins song Another Day in Paradise playing.

“Your nails are pretty, just like you,” he practically coos. She touches her nose to his warm one and smiles big and wide. “So… What are you doing here in Colombia?”

“I could ask you the same,” she says, “but because you asked first… I am in medical school.” Javi gives her an impressed look which bothers her, but not for any reasons he could control. “I hate it. It’s not what I wanna do.” She slowly puts space between their faces so that she can look at the specks of sunspots barely showing along his cheekbones.

He shrugs. “So why do it?”

She scoffs and looks down for a moment. Her nails tangle together behind his neck and her cheeks blush at the way he looks at her. “Because my parents would cut me off if I didn’t go.”

“So?”

“You say it like it’s simple.”

“It is.”

She slaps his chest playfully. “Stop using that tone, it’s rude.”

He chuckles. “Sorry, honey.”

Jackie finds herself smiling even harder at the nickname wishing she could hear the way it rolled off of his tongue a hundred more times before the night ends. He has a way of speaking that makes her feel like a teenager in lust again. She feels his hands dip an inch below her waist, and if she could take him on one of the counters nearby she would have her way with him. Those sultry brown eyes of his are the only thing she is praying to see for the rest of the night, though she is willing to sacrifice looking at him if it meant him fucking her through an orgasm.

But she played it cool. A little too cool for Javi’s taste.

“What d’you mean? It’s simple?” She asks.

He wishes he wasn’t so nonchalant about it, knowing good and damn well it’s not that simple most of the time. But he knew what he truly meant. “You won’t get to enjoy any pieces of your life if you ask for permission for everything.”

Jackie is amused, her expression not hiding it either. “Oh, this is coming from the grown-ass man who was about to ask his coworker to dance with a pretty girl?! That is rich.”

Javi takes the hit with stride, using her laughter as a reason to bring his lips to her ear. “You know if you like asking for permission so much… I can make you beg.” He pulls back to look into her now idle eyes. “All you gotta do is ask,” he teases in a whisper.

“What kinda car you drive?”

“Uh…” He is confused by the change in topic. “Cherokee, why?”

“Bigger than mine.” She slowly steps away from him to the door nearby. “I hope that’s okay, Mister?” She pouts at him, waiting for a few seconds.

He pushes the door open and walks behind her. “It certainly is, honey.” They reach his car and he leans her up against the trunk door, hanging his head over hers. “The sunset looks beautiful,” he speaks quietly, gently tracing his calloused fingers over her smooth jawline.

“You’ll look even more beautiful once I get you moaning my name,” she mumbles against his lips.

While he certainly did not doubt her abilities, he wanted to appear stronger than that. “Oh, mi amor, I’ll get you speechless before I’m done with you so then you can beg me to stop.” She shuffles her legs a few times to relieve some tension on her clit, to no avail of course. She’s hoping he’s not all bark and lives up to the aura he gives off. Javi noticing her prolonged silence smirks and gives her lips a sensual kiss. “Looks like I’ve already done it.”

Rolling her eyes, she can’t contain her smile. “Your dick better be good, you little cocky smart ass.” He laughs and opens the passenger door for her, but she just lets herself into the back seat. “Drive somewhere secluded.” He obeys without question, and after only about five minutes of driving he sees her moving in the backseat but before he can process what’s happening she sits her panties over his jean zippers.

He adjusts his rearview mirror so that it’s down on the seductress and sees her eyes reflecting a devilish grin his way. Then he sees her hand trail over her slit, watching her pretty red nails work wonders around her folds to get her juices flowing. He can see that as desperate as she is to please herself she is saving her most sensitive bit for him. His foot presses harder on the gas pedal causing her to giggle; he looks at her reflection again and watches her spread her slit open for him to see. He lets out a heavy sigh and palms his stiff length through his tightening jeans.

Javi makes it to a secluded part of a beach not too long after, wasting no time getting in the back seat next to Jackie; he moans loudly when he presses his lips to hers in hunger, loving the way she clings to him so perfectly. He lays her on her back and gently curls his nails over the outside of her thighs making her whimper. He savors the taste of tequila on her tongue and the smell of her Love’s Baby Soft perfume.

As their tongues tangle together Jackie reaches between their heavy bodies for his belt buckle. He lifts his hips a little to give her more room to work with, but she fumbles over her own eager hands regardless. “You’re an impatient little thing, aren’t ya?” He laughs over her chin once his pants are unzipped. “Gonna have to teach you some manners.”

“Oh yeah?” Jackie quips, Javi responding with a hum. “How you gonna do that?” She coos while palming him beneath his briefs.

“I can show you better than I can tell you, pretty girl.” She moans and giggles at his response, throwing her head back on the seat and running her hands up his back just to dig her nails into his shoulder blades, dragging them down his back. He hisses at the pain but chuckles regardless. He smacks this side of her thigh a little sharper than he intended, but she doesn’t seem to mind. “I was gonna be a gentleman about it, but—“

“No,” she interrupts, “I want you to use me.” Her nerves are becoming needier and needier, making her feel antsy and more submissive. She doesn’t want just to fuck anymore, she wants to feel controlled and tamed which is out of character for her. Javier normally doesn’t mind obtaining a dominant stance, but he worried he wouldn’t be able to fulfill her particular desires. She seems much more in tune with this realm than he is and the thought of not being able to please her enough crosses his mind more than once…

Much like her, however, he doesn’t back down from a challenge.

“You want me to use you?” He whispers.

“Yes.”

“Is that it? Huh?” He slides his trembling hands up her stomach to her chest to her neck, gripping it tightly causing her to choke and cough a little bit, but the smile on her face tells him to not remove his hand so he tugs at her neck to lift her face to his. “Is this what you want?” He groans. She only nods, feeling out of breath from her excitement, but grips a little tighter making sure he isn’t hurting her. “Use your words.”

“Yes.” She tries to kiss him but he pulls back feeling unsatisfied with her shortness, urging her to use her words once more. “Yes, Javi, te deseo mucho. Dentro de mi.”

[I want you a lot. Inside of me.]

“Mm, mm-hmm,” he moans finally releasing her neck, “Not yet.”

“What?” She exclaims, propping herself up on her elbows. She watches him untuck the rest of his shirt before sliding down to her naval, kissing it tenderly and sending a devious smirk her way. She jumps at the ticklish feeling, giggling out of embarrassment which he finds cute. His mustache scratches at her inner thigh where he places his kisses as she constantly bucks her hips upwards in an attempt to get his lips to her clit, succeeding after a minute or two. He forces her hips down onto the seat and glares at her. “Please, please, I’ll be so good if you do this one thing for me.”

“Well,” he says tauntingly, “that’s an offer I just can’t refuse now, is it?” He drags his tongue all around her vulva for a few seconds to see how impatient she grows but to his surprise, she remains pretty steady, so he decides to reward her with a juicy kiss to her clit.

Her body had been begging for stimulation for so long that the single kiss he gives her is enough to eject a loud moan out of her, one that was full of relief. He chuckles at her response and kisses it the same way again, only this time darting his tongue out for a quick second to get a taste of her skin. He doesn’t taste much, so he goes down to her slit, using his thumbs to spread her sopping lips before laying his tongue flat on her entrance and giving her a series of kitten licks; he moans at the combination of saltiness and sweetness, swearing to himself that he can also taste the fruity shots she was taking earlier. The mix of alcohol and hormones coursing through his body has him feeling more pleasure from eating her out than he would have ever expected. He loves the way her hair falls over her eyes, how her hands fondle her breasts and nipples over her shirt to add to her physical experience as well as his visual one, and how gentle but confident she sounds while she pleads for him to keep licking the way he is—all of the little things he normally doesn’t pay attention to just adding up and giving him reasons to keep going.

His lips permanently planting themselves atop her clit so that he can begin sucking on it is what drives her to the edge. She hits the top of her head on the door behind her from how hard she throws her head back, but she ignores the pain. Realistically she has no choice but to ignore it with how rough he is sucking her into his mouth, still managing to maintain some comfort with his slick lips. As the tingles build deeply inside of her clit her fingers go flying to grip the short hairs on his head. She feels layers of sweat pooling on her forehead and her inner thighs, and her nipples perk up indicating her nearing her orgasm. She cries his name louder and louder, before remembering she promised to be good.

She asks, “Can I come? Can I please come?!” He refuses to lift his head up out of not wanting her to lose this feeling, so he just nods eagerly onto her clit while mumbling mm-hmm’s. “Fuck,” she screams, “yes, please, please, please—“ Her pleas are interrupted by air getting caught in her throat when he clit begins to throb.

Javi almost cums at the feeling of her pussy throbbing between his lips so he lifts his hips a little to halt any friction from the seats. He shakes his head up and down to make a grinding motion on her clit wanting her to feel this good for as long as possible. Her thighs tremble around his ears and his scalp begins to sting with how hard she’s pulling; the knots in her stomach only seem to get bigger and she refuses to pull away. Not like he’d let her anyways, that is until his jaw begins to hurt. He comes up to kiss her again not even bothering to wipe his face clean.

“You wanna be used?” He asks against her lips.

“Mm-hmm,” she moans into their kiss.

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“How do you want me to use you, baby?”

“Use my mouth.”

His brows raise and he grins wide while she licks her juices off of his stubbly chin. “Your mouth?”

“Mm-hmm,” she repeats.

“How ‘bout…” He pauses to analyze her facial features, spotting some wet mascara on her cheekbone beneath her fallen curls; he smirks as he knows it from her squeezing her eyes shut so hard from her orgasm. “…You ride me until you’re about to cum… And then you let me fuck that pretty little mouth of yours?” She melts beneath him at his request, fluttering her eyes shut and peppering kisses along his cheeks. “Does that sound good?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy,” she corrects. He gives her hip a few love taps, helping her up onto his lap. For the time being neither of them even bother taking his pants off, she just pulls his semi-hard shaft out and traces his warm tip along her folds, sinking onto him slowly. They both gasp the closeness, indulging in the feeling of him stretching her out gently. She pops a hand behind his ear, the other laying flat against his sheened chest. She feels his member twitch and grow harder inside of her, and gives him pleading eyes as she fully sinks him inside of her. “Daddy?”

“Yes, baby?” He encases her face in his clammy palms, adjusting his posture to get more comfortable for her.

“Can I come just one time on you first?”

“No, baby, I told you what I wanted.”

She whines, rolling her eyes. “Just one time, it’ll be so quick—“

“Don’t be stubborn,” he hisses, landing a smack on her ass cheek. He struggles to maintain his composure at how it practically jiggles back into his hand. He smacks it a few more times just to watch her ass move against him, grinning wide at her her body moves. “You said you’d be good for me.” She bites her lip nervously, annoyed at her promise. His dick is now fully hard and he admits, “Your stubbornness is sexy, though.”

She grins bashfully and lifts her hips slowly. “Mmm, I have that effect on you, huh?”

“Sí, mama, me gusta una reto.”

[Yes, mama, I like a challenge.]

“¿Una reto? ¿Qué eso?” She questions as she builds up a steady pace. “A challenge?”

[qué eso = what's that]

“Verdad.” He gently tugs at one of her nipples, memorizing how her discharge feels pooling around the base of his shaft onto his balls. His face contorts when she digs her nail into his chest and feels her walls swell around him.

[Correct.]

He loves the way he fits so perfectly inside of her, the way they both curve into each other is majestic for the pair. She props her feet up onto his thighs and rocks her hips in a grinding motion which makes her pussy feel tighter as he enters and exits repeatedly. His hands grip her hips so tight his knuckles slowly turn white, and he notices that she is out of breath but continues fucking him relentlessly. She had never been so needy for a fuck before; her hair is sticking to the sweat on her forehead, her shirt is clinging to her back, her hips aching from the grip this man has on her — all of these uncomfortable things and all she could think about was riding him as he told her to.

Jackie switches from a grinding motion to bouncing, rounding her shoulders so that her head isn’t hitting the roof. Javier’s fingers find their way to her top to tug some of the buttons loose. He goes to pull it off of her so she moves her arms to make it easier but ends up losing her balance which makes him slip out of her and she nearly falls off of his lap. She laughs at how evident her being tipsy is.

“You okay?” He asks after lifting her back up, placing a few kisses along her newly exposed collarbone.

Giggling some more she nods. “I didn’t realize how much I was leaning on you.”

He smiles, pulling her hands behind her waist and slouching himself further down after putting his aching cock back inside of her. “Let me help you out,” he says, his tone hinting at yet another dare. Locking her arms in place he begins thrusting up into her heat going well beyond her g-spot, but never too far. Her walls begin to spasm against his length and he grunts seemingly angrily. “You better not cum.”

Insistent, she shakes her weak head. “I’m not, I’m not, I promise.”

“Good girl.” He raises one hand up to smack her cheek lightly; she buries her cheek into his palm afterward to signal she wants him to make it feel better which he does. She holds his forearm with her locked hands, scratching at the skin nicely just to feel as much of him as possible. “Cógeme, cariño, ¡cógeme como un rey!”

[Fuck me, honey/love/darling! Fuck me like a king!]

She moans, starts bouncing on him again earning the freedom of her arms, and touches her forehead to his. “Eres el rey de mi mundo, Javi.”

[You are the king of my world, Javi.]

He sweeps her lips up into a kiss as if he were trying to swallow the words as fast as they had come out. Despite his typical confidence with women, he must admit that no one has ever made him feel the way she does. He likes the excitement and the praise, hell her looks alone were getting him rock-hard earlier. He can’t even respond with words, he just reaches his arms around to grab handfuls of her ass to bring her in closer while still kissing her sweetly. Jackie feels the pressure inside of her growing again intensify when Javi uses the pads of his fingers to rub tiny circles on her clit. She claws at his neck and shoulders to draw out the feeling as long as possible without cumming again and before she knows it she hops off of him and kneels between the small space of his legs and the center console.

She practically shoves whatever she can fit of his cock into her mouth, gagging when his tip tickles the back of her throat. His fingers tangle themselves in her hair and he pushes her head down carefully, craving the feeling of her throat closing around his dick. She bobs her head up and down occasionally stopping to take him in her throat whenever she can; a few tears fall from her eyes after gagging so many times so she pulls his length out of her mouth to stroke it with her spit-covered hands and props her mouth on his balls, sliding her tongue around every inch she could reach.

“Oh, fuck, babygirl,” he moans, “you’re doing such a good job… Yeah, you’re doing so good right now, cariño.” His muscles tense and he flinches when her thumb rubs around his tip so she goes to put him back in her mouth but he stops her. He stares at the strings of spit mixed with her precum all over her chin before enveloping her in a sloppy kiss. He moans at the taste of his cock mixed in with her juices and licks her lips much like he did her clit earlier. “Will you lay down for me right here?” He coos after wrapping his hand around her jaw, the other holding the back of her head in place. She nods and hums to confirm. “Yeah?” He smacks her cheek and it makes her smile. “You like that, princess?” He smacks her a little rougher this time.

“Yes, baby, I love it,” she says.

“Good…” He pecks her lips and taps her jaw a couple of times. “Lay back right here.” They switch spots so that she’s laying where he was once sitting and he removes his pants and boxers. Although her neck feels a bit stiff from her head being pushed up against the back of the seat she knew that once he fills her up again with his cock the pain wouldn’t even be noticeable. She eyes his thick shaft and tip while he slaps it over the skin of her pussy, her eyes growing wide when he slides the head over her sensitive bud. “You want it, baby?”

Jackie doesn’t even bother trying to come up with something witty or bratty to say, all she can say is yes over and over until he teases her dripping entrance. “Javi, te quiero mucho. I want you to fill me up with your—“ A gasp interrupts her begs of desperation after he slides the tip in slowly. He quickly readjusts his legs and pushes her thighs back so they’re flesh against her stomach. “Fuck,” she drags out, “it’s so fucking big.” He fills her up only halfway which gets her to tighten her legs around his hips in an attempt to push him in deeper but he remains idle and slaps her breast. “Please,” she whispers. After he asks what she wants she answers, “I want you—fuck, I love the way you stretch me out, I wanna feel you deep inside of me, baby.” He barely slides inside of her a little more earning whimpers from either of them but mostly her. “Please,” she begs.

[te quiero mucho = i want you so much (in this context).]

He presses his palm onto her pelvis with fingers pushing into her stomach so that she can feel him in even the deepest parts of her body. She whines out at how deep he goes, thankful he’s doing just enough to not hurt her cervix. She feels an awkward urge to pee but before she can say anything her squirt begins to splash everywhere.

“Look at that!” Javi boasts, not even thinking to stop his rhythm. “My God, girl, you are just full of surprises, aren’t ya?” Profusely blushing at his compliment she puts her hand down to signal she needs a break, but he just frowns at her and goes, “Move your hand.”

She decides to defy him and tries to wiggle out of his grip to get a reaction out of him. “No,” she quips with a grin.

“I said…” He slams her hand above her head and buries his cock deep inside of her. “Move your fucking hand.”

She sarcastically pouts. “Awe. What are you gonna do? Punish me?”

In the blink of an eye, his warm hand is wrapped around her neck. “I can do that.”

But still, she doesn’t let up, wondering how much she can get away with. “How you gon’ do it? Stick it in my ass?”

He incredulously chuckles and ponders on whether or not this is just an extremely vivid dream he’s having. He decides speaking would just egg her on to push his buttons even more so he pulls out, lines his tip up with her ass, and pushes it in slowly. She gasps with alertness in her expression—she didn’t think he would really do it. Most guys she asked didn’t, and if they did they asked if she was sure.

Not Javi. Not tonight. Not after the shitty fucking week he had. He took this woman’s confidence as a sign to take what he wants as long as the offer was on the table.

That’s what makes her even more aroused.

Watching his spit drip from his lip straight down to his dick before he slides deeper inside of her Jackie finds herself rubbing her clit and admiring the man above her. A man that knows what he wants, she thinks, and takes it? I like him. She knows the chances of them ever seeing each other again were slim to none, but she’ll always remember him.

Javi. Dark and unruly curls, soft brown eyes with harsh wrinkles surrounding them, broad but slender shoulders and calloused hands that touch her so gently, and a voice so deep it nearly rumbles inside his chest.

She bites her lip trying to ignore the pain she feels. Instead, she focuses on his mannerisms: his chest rising and falling while he slides his length inside her tight hole. The way he will pause to glance up at her ensuring her comfort. He feels her tighten around him so many times he was sure it must have hurt but every time he looks at her he sees her pleading for more with her pretty and low eyes. He manages to get about two-thirds of the way in before it becomes too tight for him.

“That feel good?” He questions, pursing his lips anxiously after she says yes. He spits a couple more times to help relax her muscles, but he notices her eyebrows furrow. Placing a few kisses on her forehead he tells her, “I got you, honey. Tell me what you need.”

“I’m fine, it’s just been a while,” she chuckles nervously. “That’s good!” She squeaks when he settles at a steady pace. He smiles down at her and slips his tongue into her open mouth, moaning at the sound of her whines. He rubs his thumb over her clit and fights her tongue with his own, letting her into his mouth eventually. She moans at the taste of her still on his lips, digging her knees into his sides and tugging at the ends of his hair. Her wetness overflows onto his cock helping lubricate her entrance. She tightens around him to add more stimulation for him and that causes him to collapse atop her body. His body is overwhelmed but he can’t get enough of how dirty she is by letting him have her—all of her. “Quiero hacerte amor con mi culo, papi,” she shouts. “Mi cuerpo te pertenece.”

[I want to make love to you with my ass, daddy. My body belongs to you.]

“Tu español suena mejor con mi reata dentro de ti, ¿sí o no?” He grips her ass to lift her hips higher, to make her more level with him.

[Your Spanish sounds much better when my dick is inside of you, no?]

Jackie trembles in his arms, crying out at the feeling of constantly being stretched out by him. “Claro, claro que sí,” she screams breathlessly. She reaches to grab the door nearby as she doesn’t want to scratch him and her fingers wipe away some of the thick fog on his car windows. She glances outside and notices how dark it has gotten, but she didn’t want him to stop edging himself inside of her. She sees how much he loves being in her mouth, her pussy, and now her ass, she just doesn’t know how much more pounding she can take.

[claro = of course; claro que sí = of course it does (in this context).]

Sweat drips down from his temples to his jawline from the thick air inside of the car and the amount of restraint it’s taking him to not finish inside of her ass. He isn’t sure where she wants it, so before he cums for her he pulls out so suddenly it takes her a few seconds to realize he’d done it. “Where do you want it, babygirl? Hmm?” He whispers against her ear.

“Hmm?” She questions.

They nibble and kiss each other enjoying the small break. “My cum. Where do you want me to cum?”

“Wherever you want,” she speaks strongly with a shrug of her shoulders. “Didn’t I just tell you that my body belongs to you, daddy?”

His eyes roll beneath his heavy eyelids. “If you had to choose…” He says regaining his composure (or what was left of it).

“If I had to choose?” Jackie grabs his dick and lines it back up with her vagina, forcing her hips forward to push his tip inside of her. “My pussy.”

He likes her answer so he just presses the rest of his dick inside of her. “Mm, I’m thinking right…” He rubs the deepest parts of her with his swollen shaft. “Here.” Her nipples harden at the feeling of him grinding himself against her walls and the stubbly hair on his pelvis tickles her clit enough to elicit a few moans from her. “You’re still so goddamn tight for me, my fucking God.” She clenches even harder around him at his little praises, telling him thank you and littering kisses all around his neck and shoulders. “Sweetheart, if you wanted I would fuck you every day.” At last, he pumps in and out of her, telling her, “You’ve been such a good girl for me tonight… You anything else you want me to do—do for you?” He grips her ass even harder, holding off his nearing orgasm as long as possible.

Her fatigued eyes barely open to look up at him, and she sloppily pushes her wet baby hairs out of her face. “I ju—oh, I just want to feel your cum.”

“Yeah?”

She cups his face in her hands lovingly with a persuasive smile on her lips. “I want you to empty your balls inside of me.”

“Oh, fuck.” His face drops into the curve of her neck.

She feels his cock twitch inside of her and it encourages her to keep talking. “I want you to fucking use me, use my pussy to cum. Yes!”

He buries himself as deeply as possible for a few thrusts, and she feels him pouring his seed inside her. Their moans and pleads mixing in the air is just enough to get one final, but short orgasm. Nothing near as powerful as before but an accomplishment for her nonetheless. He pushes his shoulders up and off of her to give their warm bodies a sense of space, but he fails to stay up for long and lands right back on her chest once again which gets a tired laugh out of her.

After a short while, he pulls out and spreads her shaky legs apart to watch his cum slowly pour out from between her wet lips. Admiring how pretty her messy body looks he leans down to place a warm kiss on her clit one last time. She flinches at the feeling but remains still in her position. She rests her eyes and runs a hand over her stomach.

He remembers that he has some napkins in his glove compartment, reaching for them and then carefully cleaning her up before he cleans himself. He sees how much more worn out she seems than him so he helps her move to give him space beside her, then twists her legs into his lap. He grabs his cigarettes from the car floor along with a light; he pops one in his mouth and hands another to her.

The pair are silent for about five minutes as neither of them feel the need to speak immediately to fill the air. They want to enjoy their highs and prolong it with nicotine. After they smoke up half their cigarettes and air out the car a bit by rolling a window down an inch or two Javi finds himself the first to break the silence.

“¿Cómo estás ahora?”

[How are you doing now?]

“Muy, muy bien, querida. Thank you for being so gentle with me.”

[querida = love/dear/darling]

It takes him a moment to realize that despite the domination she was seeking from him she still wanted to be cared for. “Of course, sweetheart. You don’t need to thank me.”

“Mm,” she groans before tossing her cigarette out of the window just before he does the same, “I know that, but you’re a man who deserves all the praise.” He smiles at the comment, reaching a hand between her hair and jawbone. “You never answered my question… Why are you in Columbia?”

“Work, confidential bullshit.”

She reaches for his chin to give it a small pinch. “I’m sure you’re amazing.” He scoffs and shakes his head. “Come ‘er.” They move so that he is lying between her legs and his head is resting on her chest.

“Hey, Jackie?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s your favorite flower?”

She laughs loudly at this and plays with his hair while she thinks of her response. “Tulips. I love tulips.”

“Tulips, eh?”

“Don’t be surprising me at my job with some damn flowers now.”

He pops his head up defensively. “I’d have to know where you worked to do that… Where do you work?”

They both laugh and she gives him a tender kiss. “I actually don’t work right now, I’m living off of trust fund money.”

“Ah, where do you live?”

She frowns seemingly offended. “I am not telling you where I live after only knowing you a day!” He can see through her bullshit easily. She wants to see him again, she’s just being cautious. Not like he blamed her for it, but he found her attempt at lying cute.

[qernn]

¡Hola!

Sigo viva ✨ Aprovecho para decirles a mis queridos users de Kaelkoth que os echo de menos y que ya, por fin, podré empezar a postear mis deudas.

Mi vida ha dado un vuelco este verano y, como muchos saben, he tenido que mudarme a una nueva ciudad, sin mi pareja (una ruptura fulgurante) y he empezado a trabajar en la docencia con chavales de educación secundaria. El caso es que no he llevado bien el periodo de adaptación (woops). Eso ha resentido mucho mi escritura y, sobre todo, el tiempo que he podido dedicarle a nuestro amado Kaelkoth.

Por suerte, ya estoy viendo la luz al final del túnel 🤣 (gracias a mi terapeuta, también, te quiero).

Mil perdones y mil gracias al mismo tiempo por la paciencia y el amor que muchas me habéis estado dando off rol. Solo quería hacer un aviso (que os sigo stalkeando, perras).

[yurnu]

Si eva se transforma en la nueva reina de la ira en sin!adam como se lo toman sus habitantes y el resto del infierno?

||🔱👑 Deadly Sin!Adam AU 👑🔱||

Imp aleatorio 1: ¿Nuestro gobernante encontró pareja?

Imp aleatorio 2: Sip, y los dos se ven que están muuuuuy enamorados.

Imp aleatorio 1: Pensé que Satán era gay, no ha estado con nadie por... No sé ¿5.000 años?

Imp aleatorio 2: Aunque ella tiene un aire de dominatrix —le muestra una foto de Eva —

Imp aleatorio 1: ¿No es ella la líder de los exorcistas?

Imp aleatorio 2: Sip. Nuestro señor es un hijo de puta suertudo.

Lo tomarían bastante bien. Los otros pecados capitales no le importaría bastante, ya que uno sale con un imp y el otro con un hellborn.

Lucifer y Lilith estarían impactados.

Lucifer: ... Pero... Que?...

Eva: Hola de nuevo, perra —cargando a Adam estilo nupcial, Adam se cubre el rostro con ambas manos— ¿Te enteraste que Adam y yo hemos vuelto?

Lucifer la miro como si estuviera loca: Ese es Satán, Eva.

Eva: Oh! Cierto que no lo sabes, en realidad el pecado de la ira es mi querido Adam.

Lucifer: .... Ha?

Adam: Hola Lucifer —se quita la máscara y a pesar de sus rasgos bestiales era notable que alguna vez él fue el primer hombre —

Lucifer: ¿¡Haaa!?

[biior]

🩵

siente choque y se precipita, mas tarda en reaccionar, sus movimientos un poco más lentos que de costumbre. ‘ wow, eso va a estar difícil ’ se ríe pero no porque quiera burlarse, de hecho sus intenciones se notan buenas cuando se apresura a bajar la vista al suelo para ayudar en búsqueda. ‘ ¿crees que pueda haberse ido abajo de ese sofá? ’ no espera respuesta, lo justo es que sea él quien se arrodille a mirar porque ve rodillas impropias al descubierto. ‘ a ver, apuntame ahí con la luz ’ petición es necesaria una vez está en posición, alzando la vista.

frente choca contra la pierna de la persona que tiene en frente, causando que eleve la mirada. con linterna del celular encendida, está arrodillada en el suelo buscando algo, pero parece misión imposible considerando el alcohol en su sistema. ' oh, lo siento ' dice, apenada. ' se me cayó un anillo y es de mis favoritos ¿lo has visto? es rosa y tiene un corazón, creo que se cayó por aquí ' señala el área general con la luz, esperando que le ayude.

[elementaldoughnut12]

"Horrors Just Begun"

*contains crying, bleeding, getting branded by a hot iron and start of a non-consensual sexual act and Finn being an obsessive person*

Doughnut Team: @afterdarkprincess , @thlayli-ra

“I can't believe we won!” JD says with pure joy as he and Finn walk down a hallway. “I knew you could do it little buddy!” Finn says proudly as he claps JD on the back. “Now I can finally rub it in Damian's stupid face!” JD says as he bounces with excitement, causing Finn to laugh. “Wait til we go get some pizza before you do that” Finn says, causing JD to gasp. “Really!?!? We haven't done that together in forever!” JD says while smiling wide.

“I thought it was time to bring back the tradition! You've been working so hard to prove that you're part of the team so I thought we could do something to celebrate! We can take selfies with our belts and show the world that we're the best! Don't worry about paying either because Damian offered to pay tonight” Finn explains happily. “Really? I thought he hated me?” JD asks confusingly. Before Finn could answer, JD's phone started ringing.

JD checks his phone and smiles wide. “It's Eli! He must've seen the match! You don't mind if I take this, do you?” JD asks curiously, causing Finn to laugh. “I don't mind! I gotta call Damian so he can pick us up so go on! Call your hot piece of man!” Finn says with a laugh, causing JD to blush. JD walks around a corner and answers his phone.

“Daddy! You see the match?” JD asks happily. “Ya bet your ass I did! I'm so proud of ya Clover! I just wish I could've won them with ya instead of Mr. Short and Stupid” Knight says, making JD giggle. “Be nice daddy! Finn's like a brother to me plus him and Damian are taking everyone for pizza to celebrate!” JD says enthusiastically. “Clover, Are ya sure it's a good idea to go with them? Ya know I don't like when Damian and especially Finn are alone around ya” Knight says worryingly.

“Don't worry daddy! If anything goes wrong I'll call you!” JD says reassuringly. “OK if ya say so! Make sure ya bring me back some! Also since ya won a belt I think it's time ya invoke your winner's room don't ya think?” Knight says sweetly, making JD gasp. “R-Really? I'm really ready?” JD asks hopefully. “YEAH! I'll get myself prepped and pretty for when ya come back ok? Be careful and I love you Clover” Knight says, causing JD to blush. “I love you too daddy” JD says as he hangs up.

Finn listened to JD's conversation with a disgusted look. He pulls out his phone and contacts Damian. “Yo, big man, kick Rhea and Carlito out the room and tell Dominick to get the blowtorch ready! Tonight's the night I get to brand my pet” he says as he hangs up his phone and puts on a fake smile when JD returns. “Ready to go little brother?” Finn asks curiously. “Hell yeah! I'm excited to actually hang out like we used to!” JD says happily as they continue walking down the hallway.

“Me too! What did Eli want?” Finn asks, making JD blush. “He just wanted to congratulate us on winning and that he hopes we enjoy ourselves! That's all!” JD says nervously, making Finn smile. “If you say so! Now let's get this party started!” Finn says enthusiastically as he grabs JD's hand and runs to the locker room. They stop at the door and JD gives Finn a confused look. “I'm old and I don't want Dominick to bear hug me the moment we walk in” Finn explains with a shrug. JD just laughs as he opens the door.

The moment JD enters the room he's slammed into the wall by Damian. “Hola, perra” Damian says with a sickening smile as he grabs JD by the throat and pins him to the wall. JD scratches at Damian's arms as he gasps for air. “Enough Damian” Finn commands, causing Damian to scoff and throw JD to the floor. JD crashes to the floor and Dominick kicks him right in his injured ribs. Dominick keeps kicking him and kicking him all over his body. “Please stop” JD whimpers as he feels tears stream down his cheeks.

“Aww! Are you crying? Is the little bitch crying cause he doesn't have his daddy?” Dominick taunted as he pressed the bottom of his boot against JD's face. “Enough out of you too Dominick! I need him conscious for this” Finn says as he crouches in front of JD and pulls him by his hair to face him. “Thirteen years… I have watched for fucking thirteen years as someone stole you from me! I have been in love with you for so long but what happened? Some old bastard with spiked up hair and an ego the size of Jupiter said some sweet lies and swept you off your feet!

You ever wonder what's gonna happen when he dies? You'll be alone again and begging me for forgiveness cause that's what always happens when little JD makes messes and his best buddy Finn has to clean them up! Isn't that right Jordan?” Finn asks angrily. “Shut up! Why are you even doing this? I thought you were my brother!” JD yells through tears.

“Oh Jordan, I used to think that too. But over the years that we've known each other and I've seen you become a true man well… the feelings have become more than that. I love you and I'll always love you even if some pathetic old man is in my way. You can still see me as your brother if you're into that kinda thing but I think it's time to brand my little pet” Finn says as he leans in and forcefully kisses JD. He tried to push Finn away but felt the cutting metal of handcuffs on his wrists.

“You taste just like in my dreams” Finn says sweetly as they depart. “Please Finn, I'll do whatever you want just please don't hurt me” JD begs through whimpers. “Oh sweetheart, I wish that was possible but I think you deserve a reward for tonight” Finn says as Dominick comes out with a lit blowtorch. JD watches in fear as Finn pulls out a metal rod with an X at the end and watches Dominick light the end of the rod until it's steaming and red.

“Don't worry Clover, this'll just be a little pinch” Finn reassures as he presses the hot metal against JD's bare hip. “AHHHH!” JD screams as the metal burns through layers of his flesh. It felt like the brand was being tattooed on his very being and it was like the worst kind of hell he could ever experience. He started whimpering when the rod was off his skin and all he could smell was his burning flesh. “Now you truly have the mark of the demon” Finn says as he gently wipes the blood from JD's wound.

“You think his precious daddy will love him now that he looks like an ugly piece of meat?” Dominick asks harshly, making JD cry even more. “Please just let me go” JD says quietly. “Oh we're not done yet sweetheart, Damian!” Finn yells, catching the man's attention. “I'm on it” Damian says as he walks in front of JD and pulls down his pants and boxers, revealing his thick and heavy cock. “Hope you're ready bitch” Damian says with a cruel smile. JD knows the horrors have just begun for him…

[artsyitzy]

Hola Perras,

necesito su ayuda en qué hacer con el fondo del arte. Porfa déjame sus comentarios de sus ideas lo qué puedo hacer. Gracias 🫂

Hello Bitches,

I need your help on the background of the artwork. Please do leave some comments on your ideas on what I could do. Thanks 🫂

[nvzareno]

frunce los labios en descontento, no necesitaba tanta información de parte de la más grande pero no se lo reprocha. en cambio, se ríe un poco burlándose de su incomodidad que también lo acompaña a él, vale aclarar. ‘ evidentemente nos odian ’ duda que alguno de los navarro esté contento con tener que vestir de esta manera tantas horas, no va para nada con ellos. ‘ ni siquiera salieron cosas tan escandalosas sobre nosotros como para que tengamos que venir a limpiar nuestra imagen... ’ bueno, leyó que a nerea la vieron tomando, pero está seguro que no es cierto, si lo hizo es imposible que la hayan visto. @nevreas

"se me van a irritar las tetas" se queja, cree, por tercera vez en lo que vuelve a acomodarse el escote sin ningún disimulo. no está para nada contenta con la temática, por muy bella que considere estar. "¿no parecemos dos muñecos de torta? y en el mal sentido" @nvzareno

[lidiamiaumiau]

Hola zorra.

Sube una foto tuya desnuda, con correa de perra, tus tetas abusadas, todo eso en la calle o algo publico.

Espero que te guste ^^

[blingblong55]

Rhiannon- Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra and Valeria Garza

Part 1

Witch Au

It's been almost a year since Rodolfo left your heart to die. It's been 7 months since he got married. And it's been exactly 2 weeks since Valeria Garza escaped prison. The morning you were in your knees begging for whatever entity could help you heal, you found comfort in the darkness. You were a good person before it all. But as of now, you chose revenge to be your partner and motivator, you unleashed Rudy safety net from you. It was nice to not feel the pain he felt while he was away fighting the bad guys.

At around 2 am Valeria knocked on your door. She and you used to be best friends, but like Rudy, she left to the military and ever since you haven't heard from her. Until now.

"coming!" you jogged down stairs thinking it was Rudy's mom. You opened the door to be greeted to Valeria, she had a gun on her hand and a few scars around her arms. She was bleeding, yours eyes widen. "Vale?" "hola" she smiled, she was always so kind to you, the one person who always made her heart be so...gentle to. "come in, come in!" you whisper shouted.

You stepped out, looking both ways as she made way in, "gracias..perdon. Didn't mean to wake you up." she sat in your sofa. It was the same one she would sit in back at your parents, the one where she would come to you and cry about her problems in. "It's okay, now let me see that wound." you closed the door, locking it as you walking into your small herb/medication 'room'. She waited as you came back, she was weak, that was no brainer. "alright, take this tea it will help with your anxiety and will help with the pain." you handed her a mug. She took it without hesitation, she knew you'd never betray her. You were her one last loyal friend. She yours.

"How come you're here so late?"

"escaped...enemy compound." she played around with her words, not knowing exactly what you did and didn't know. She knew you were in love with Rudy, everyone knew. And she wasn't sure if he was around anymore. You knew her too well. "He isn't here, he actually left the day I told him I loved him. You know how you told me to just spill my guts? well he stepped on the all."

"want to get revenge?" she leaned in, a smirk on her. "what do you have in mind?"

"Well taking into consideration, Rodolfo," she said with a disgusted emotion on her as she said his name, "hurt you and Alejandro is nothing more than a stupid fucking dog, then why don't we hurt them back?"

She was alway the smart one when it came to revenge plans. She was the reason your parents home burnt down after all. "go on." you now intrigued.

"well, you know how to do voodoo and other brujeria, so why not ruin them to their very core? I happen to know what her name is." she was probably referencing Rodolfos wife. "And what will you do?"

"my men will meet me at my base, we can..kill..a few of them. I happen to know where that Shepard guy is, he can be lever. And once we get them into a room, you knock them out with whatever tinker bell potion you got, we can torture them, for days if you please. Make him beg for forgiveness, makes them cry till nothing else is left...the rest..is for me to know. So are you in?" she extended her hand, waiting for yours to meet hers.

You think about it. When he left you there on your knees you cried so much no more sympathy was left. You begged and pleaded to spirits. And now that the dark souls and powers have found their way to you, how could you turn this offer down?

"fine, just tell me her name and we have a deal." you extended your hand, "Kathia, una estúpida perra española." You shook her hand, a smile on both your lips. You finished closing the wound she had. She rested into the sofa. "Let me rest for a few hours and on our way we'll go." you nod and sit next to her. Your head rested on her shoulder. Her hand and yours intertwined.

This was just like back in the day. She and you cried and then would just sit like this in silence. At times you two would smoke or sleep and by the morning you'd be on your way into town to cause trouble together.

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When Valeria escaped the prison, Rodolfo sent his family and Alejandros into hiding. Valeria already knew where they'd be of course. His mother was taken from her home at around midnight, you were in the village when this happened. When his teammate told him you weren't in your home, he grew worried. He knew Valeria would be looking for someone he cared for. So by 1 am, his men went into the village, forgetting to keep your home safe. You walked in, got changed and ready to sleep.

His men reported back, you weren't anywhere, safe that is. Alejandro made sure to keep your family away from harms way. "We'll find them hermano." he patted the mans back, a deep sigh escaped his lips. "better be soon ale." the men got in the truck and drove to yours.

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By 5 am, you and Valeria left your village. As you approached her base, she told you about her team. And while near the base, you drew a spell from your book. "To hide, to protect, to miss me to miss them. To never be seen. To never be in danger. This is the spell of me and the spell of you. To keep us safe till my enemy is down, till they die, till we survive." you whispered into your hands and a black blitterfly flew away from your hands and as it touched the base, a black glow now surrounded it. The men who would help you were now safe. Valeria included. "what was that?" she raised an eyebrow. It was something the dark shadows gave you, something they told you would keep you and those you work with safe.

"oh nothing."

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You were there when Alejandro knocked down your door. Your home swarmed with black butterflies and crows. Alejandro was scratched by one of them, Rudy was too. "what the fuck is this?"

"look," Rudy approached your living room on the floor it was the knife Valeria stole from one of the guards. He and Alejandro looked at each other. Anxiety grew over him, there was blood on it. "think Valeria took her?"

"yes, r/n would trust her, but Valeria knows we care about her,"

"she's a hostage now." Alejandro said, he reached for his radio "attencion, we have a hostage, I repeat Valeria has a hostage." he spoke into the device.

Rudy walked around your home. "Ale!" he called out, the man walked into the room with him. "yeah?"

In your room hung a message: "You give us what we want and r/n won't die, your choice vaqueros.". Blood was the ink for the message.

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Two crows approached you, they leaned in. The dark shadows found them. "They fell into the trap, they now think I am kidnapped." you spoke out. "good. now, James, you and r/n record a video. R/n you plead for help, look weak and almost dead, then it will cut to a video of Shepard."

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Will you ever win? Will you ever win? (Rhiannon) (Rhiannon) (Rhiannon) (Rhiannon)

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At around 5pm, los Vaqueros got a video. It was you, all beaten up, your hands tied to a rope. Your head handed low. "please, I told you I don't know nothing!" the masked man slapped you and then poured water over you. "look at the camera and let them know what they are doing to you!"

"but they haven't done anything to me!" you tried to sound innocent and defeated. But deep inside you laughed. "Rudy, please don't come near, they have weapons, please tell ale I always found him as my greatest friend."

You cried, or so it appeared. The man kept hitting you, this time it was with a piece of wood that had nails hammered in, your "blood" dripped from them. But before the wood hit your back, the screen went dark, your scream of agony filling the void. All of the sudden Shepard appears on camera, he was sat in a dark room. On the screen the words: Leave Las Almas and they are both yours.

Rudy's eyes welled up. He stepped out of the room. It's my fault, he thought.

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She rules her life like a bird in flight And who will be her lover? All your life you've never seen Woman taken by the wind Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win? Will you ever win? (Rhiannon) (Rhiannon) (Rhiannon)

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It's been two days since the video. Valeria, her team and you were drinking from a couple of beer bottles laughing at how great the video was. "Look at that! We out did ourselves this time." one man proudly spoke.

Tonight Los Vaqueros and you all were going to meet up, make the treaty if you will. What they didn't know is that it was all a trap. You preyed on their weak hearts like crows.

By midnight you and others walked around the agreed location. You sprayed fumes around. You and the men wore gas masks. It was all going well. And around 2 am, the men were inside the building. After being trapped, they all fell to the ground.

You all marched in, gas masks in place. Valeria ordered her men to strip the clothes off Rudy and the others. They were hanging from the low ceiling from their hands. You all opened the doors, letting the rooms air become 'new" again.

By 3 am, they all woke up. All dazed. You and Valeria stood in front of them. The bottom of your face covered in a cloth. "where is r/n, we made a deal Valeria!" Rudy shifted. Valeria nudged your arm, "míralo, tan débil y necesitado del que rechazo. que vergüenza vaquerito."

She looked down at him and then commanded her men to start torturing them all. You watched in silence, a sinister grin on your lips. "looks good."

"I know, we are so back at our old ways!" she was excited hearing you talk like this again. Just like the old days.

"c'mon its time for our final surprise." you and her walked back to los vaqueros.

"remember me?" you removed the cloth that hid your face.

His eyes widen. He shakes his head in denial. "cant be. r/n wouldn't hurt me."

"the old r/n is dead. this is me now, seeking revenge from those who hurt me and my friends."

Alejandro threw daggers at you with his eyes. It was impossible for this to be you. So out of character. "you fucked up vaquero de mierda." she smiled as the look in their faces paid for the damage they have cost her and you. You leaned in, whispering to Rudy's ear. "Never one without the other we made a pact remember? Sometimes when I miss you, I kill the old r/n over and over, just to see how good it felt for you." you step back

She rules her life like a bird in flight And who will be her lover? All your life you've never seen Woman taken by the wind Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win?

"r/n, you cant do this to us."

"no?"

Rudy shook his head, blood gushing out, slowly yet so painfully.

"watch me do it." you ushered

Dreams unwind Love's a state of mind Dreams unwind Love's a state of mind

This story ended, it does not exist What we built one day has vanished It seems that it is easier to leave us But you're a ghost with me walking. Dead, like how you left me

Tags: @anonymuslydumb

since ya shot yaself on the foot with this request, why not give ya the revenge part?

A/N: I fucking adored writing this one. Also thank you for the love on the first part. Means a lot. Also this is for those who requested a part 2

REQUEST ARE OPEN!!

[cassandra-baker]

Fallen angel (Hazbin Hotel FallenWings one-shot)

El cálido abrigo de las sábanas le retenía en la cama. Había días que no tenía un segundo para descansar y, por una vez que tenía un día libre, pensaba aprovecharlo al máximo para darle a su cuerpo ese descanso que tanto le rogaba.

Se giró en el cómodo colchón para encontrar que su cuerpo tocaba otro cuerpo. Era cálido y suave. Se tocaban piel con piel y aquello solo hacía que le fuera imposible abandonar la cama. Notó que el otro cuerpo también se giraba para acercarse más a ella. Aquella cercanía era tán cómoda que desearía quedarse así toda la eternidad.

Unas manos empezaron a acariciar sus piernas, el toque era tan perfecto, la conocía de memoria. Sabía dónde tocar para hacerle entrar en calor. Las sábanas empezaban a sobrar.

Cuando las caricias subieron hasta su zona más íntima, sus ojos se abrieron para encontrarse con la luz de los ojos amirillos de su compañera.

—Buenos días —dijo con la voz aún ronca— ¿Te quedaste con ganas? ¿No tuviste suficiente anoche?

—Vamos Vaggie, es nuestro dia libre. Podemos aprovecharlo —respondió la chica sin dejar de acariciar a su compañera.

—Lute, es nuestro día de descanso.

Vaggie apartó a Lute y le dedicó una cálida sonrisa y un casto beso de buenos días en la frente.

—Entonces… —Lute hizo un puchero volviendo a pasar las manos en la piel de Vaggie.

—Hoy no. Además, te conozco. —Esbozó una sonrisa traviesa, sabía perfectamente lo que pasaba por la cabeza del otro ángel—. Quieres que esté cansada para mañana y así superar mi record —le dijo antes de levantarse y empezar a vestirse.

Vaggie y Lute habían estado juntas desde que entraron en el cuerpo de exterminadores. Ambas eran buenas, las mejores y las favoritas de Adán. Pero Vaggie era mejor. Era despiadada y letal y sus números eran los mejores del Cielo. No obstante, Lute nunca se rendía. Quería superarla y volverse la mejor. era una competitividad sana que solo traía beneficios al escuadrón del primer hombre.

Y esa competitividad sana la llevaron hasta su relación. Habían empezado como amigas y ambas se habían enamorado en muy poco tiempo y, desde entonces, las dos lo daban todo para ser la mejor novia. A su manera, su relación funcionaba.

—Anda, vamos a comer algo.

Lute suspiró y se vistió también. Parecía que su plan no había surtido efecto, pero le alegraba saber que cuando volvieran al Cielo pasaría una noche maravillosa junto a Vaggie. Pasaba todos los años después del exterminio y ambas estaban deseando que llegara ese momento.

—¡Pero si son mis perras favoritas!

Mientras daban un paseo, la desagradable presencia de Adán las interrumpió. Las dos se giraron y saludaron al hombre,

—Hola, señor —dijeron las dos a la vez.

—¿Estáis listas para acabar con esos cabrones?

—Baje la voz, señor —dijo Lute—, ya sabe que no podemos hablar de… eso.

—Cierto, cierto —dijo con el tono de un niño pequeño al que habían pillado en una travesura—. Bueno, espero que estéis preparadas para el gran día —se despidió con un guiño cómplice.

Como acostumbraban a hacer, pasaron todo el día relajándose en la ciudad y, cuando cayó la noche, se marcharon al cuartel de los exorcistas donde todo el escuadrón ya se estaba preparando.

—Pienso superar tu récord este año, Vaggie —aseguro Lute que se acababa de poner el traje.

—Eso quiero verlo —respondió dándole un rápido beso antes de ponerse la máscara—. Mucha suerte.

—Nos vemos a la vuelta.

El otro ángel también se enfundó la máscara y, junto a todo el escuadrón, descendieron para purgar el Infierno. Lo que ninguna sabía era que aquel no iba a ser un exterminio cualquiera. No volverían a reunirse en la cama para dar rienda suelta a su amor y desbordar la adrenalina que habían acumulado. Se habían acabado los paseos y las cenas románticas. Ya no había más competición en los entrenamientos. Todo se había acabado.

Porque Vaggie había mostrado misericordia y Lute no podía perdonar una traición.

One-shot de mi antología: Tanto en el Cielo como en el Infierno

[imonawholedifferentlevel]

𝗦𝘁𝘂𝗱𝘆 𝗦𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 - 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗼𝗹

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏ/�� ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴜᴛᴏʀɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ɢʟᴀꜱꜱᴇꜱ ɢɪʀʟ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴꜱ ꜱᴘɪᴄʏ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴀʀɢᴜɪɴɢ, ʜᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ɢ!ᴘ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴡɪᴛᴄʜ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴡɪᴛᴄʜ! ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ, ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱᴇx, ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ, ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ, ᴄʜᴏᴋɪɴɢ, ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ: bobateaislifefr

"Fuck man, the coach is going to fuckin bench me for this one," I groaned, opening my locker. My best friend and teammate Georgie just smirked in amusement and leaned against my locker.

"Told yo, ass, you should have studied," she said.

"Perra te golpearé el culo" (bitch, I'll beat your ass), I sneered, but she just chuckled at me.

I closed my locker and was going to walk forward, but I grunted when I bumped into someone, making both of us fall to the floor.

"Watch where your fuckin goin!" I heard the slight country twang and looked up to see Barbra's little sister Carol.

I didn't know much about her, but since I was best friends with her sister Barbara, what I heard from her was that she had horrible anger issues and that she was notorious for countless fights.

And for some reason, she doesn't like me.

"My bad," I muttered under my breath. I got up on my feet and offered my hand, but she just got up herself.

"Get your damn eyes checked next time!" She snapped.

"You're the one with glasses, though," I said with a poker face.

"So? Your point?" She said she was crossing her arms.

I rolled my eyes and turned to Georgie. "Los blancos siempre empiezan algo" (white people always start something), I said, and she snickered.

"Bien" (right), she said.

"What the fuck are you saying?!" She snapped.

I chuckled and gave her a wink: "Nothing bad, have a nice day, four eyes." I walked past her, and Georgie followed right next to me. I could hear Carol let out a loud huff before storming off in the opposite direction.

"Y/N and Carol, please stay after class." I perked up in confusion and looked at Georgie, who just shrugged her shoulders.

After class, I walked up to my teacher's desk, and he gave me a raised eyebrow.

"Well, we both know that you are failing this class, and your eligibility check is next Friday. If you're not passing this class, you can't play."

I heard Carol snicker next to me, and I gave her a glare. "Fuck you laughing at four eyes?" She instantly stopped laughing and got in my face.

"Call me that again, and I'll knock your fucking teeth out."

"They'll just grow back, bitch!"

"Enough!" We both turned back to the teacher.

"Why am I even here anyway?" Carol asked.

"Well, if you would let me finish, I need you to tutor Ms. L/N for the rest of the week," he said.

"Hell no!" We both yelled at the same time.

"Por favor, asócieme con alguien más. ¡No soporto a esta perra de cuatro ojos!" (Please partner me with anyone else; I can't stand this four-eyed bitch!) I said, knowing he knew Spanish.

"Stop doing that Hola shit!" Carol sneered, and I just licked my lips and laughed.

"Ladies enough! Now, Carol, you are tutoring her at the end of the discussion," he said, and he waved us off.

We gave each other icey glares before walking towards the door frame, but I grunted when she shoved me aside and walked past me with a smirk.

I flicked her off and stormed off towards my next period.

The last period finally ended, and I was putting my books up in my locker before a hand slammed against the locker, making me jump.

I turned and saw Carol smirking at me.

"My house, 5:00, don't be late," was all she said before she turned around and left. I rolled my eyes and closed my locker before walking off to the gym for practice.

I pulled up to Carol's house and sighed loudly. I honestly did not want to be anywhere near her, but if I wanted to play, I knew I had to.

I got out of the car and knocked on the door. After some time, the door opened and revealed Carol's frowning face.

My eyes traveled down her body. She had on a black tank top and some plaid pajama pants. I was snapped out of my thoughts by Carol's fingers in my face.

"Eyes are up here, dumbass," she sneered and stepped aside, letting me inside.

We walked upstairs and made it into her room. I set my stuff down and sat down on her bed with her.

She looked like she was going to say something but ended up not saying anything, making the atmosphere tense and weird.

I looked at her face, and my eyebrows furrowed when I saw what looked like a small bruise under her left eye.

"Hey, what's up with your eye?" I asked, and she snapped her head at me and gave me a sneer.

"None of your damn business."

"You know Barbra is one of my best friends, right? So she tells me everything, especially about your dad," I said.

"What? He's a fucking asshole; you don't have to be a rocket scientist to know that," she said, standing up from her bed and grabbing a pack of cigarettes off her nightstand.

"Does he hit you?" I asked, and following her movements, I noticed her shakily light the cigarette.

"Carol-"

"Shut up, and why do you fucking care anyway?" She asked, her voice slightly raised.

"Because my dad used to abuse me and my mom before he got killed due to his gambling addiction, I found the old bastard mutilated in an alleyway and had to have a closed casket for his funeral."

"Me and my mom didn't even cry; we were just finally happy to be free from it all. He always cheated on my mom and insulted me every chance he got about my condition," I continued.

Almost everyone in the school knew about me having female and male genitals; they thought I was transgendered for a split second, but that wasn't the case. I was just born with it; the doctor said it was one in a million, and I was that one.

Instead of me getting picked on, I grew popular from it, with everyone claiming me to be some'special person' or whatever the fuck that meant.

"He sounds like a prick," she said, blowing some smoke from her mouth. I walked over to her, took the cigarette from her lips, and took a drag myself.

"He was, and he's burning in hell right now," I said, blowing out smoke and tossing the cigarette out of the window without breaking eye contact with her. We were almost the same height; I was probably just an inch taller.

I looked down and saw her biting her lip while looking at me with a dark look but an expression I knew all too well.

Lust.

Within seconds, we pounced on each other, our lips crashing together. She wrapped her arms around my waist, squeezing the exposed flesh.

I let out a short yelp when I felt her push me back onto her bed. She smirked and walked towards me, straddling my waist and pinning my arms above my head.

"Who's the four eyes now, huh?" She grinned, placing her hand around my neck.

I was in pure shock. I always knew nerds were freaks, but she was taking it to a whole different level.

"Still you," I said with a smirk. She growled and yanked my shirt off of my body along with my bra.

I watched as she grabbed the ends of her tank top and lifted it over her head, exposing her black sports bra. I felt myself get hard as I groaned, feeling her rock her hips against mine with a devious smile.

"You like that princess?" She chuckled, and I growled, giving her a death glare.

"I'm not a fucking princess." I sneered, like, did the tattoos and hairstyle resemble a princess? But she just chuckled, unbuckled, and pulled down my jeans.

"Wonder how big it is?" she said, gripping my erection very roughly through my underwear.

"Fuck! Don't do that!" I hissed in pain.

"Fucking take it," she said, pulling her pajama pants down. She got back on my lap, sat directly on my erection, and slowly rocked her hips.

We both groaned, and I grabbed her hips and pressed her down onto me more. She whimpered slightly and moved her hips faster.

Feeling our private parts rubbing against each other with the small cloths of our undergarments blocking us from feeling our skin against each other.

"Shit," I muttered when she took one of my breasts in her mouth and tugged on my nipple. I hissed and gripped her hair when her hand inched into my undergarments and stroked my erection.

She made a long lick down the valley of my breasts and gave me a teasing smile as she pulled the last of my clothes from my eraction, springing out of its tight space.

Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw what she was looking at.

"You don't have to if you want."

"No, it's fine; it's just my first time actually, um, seeing one." She muttered in embarrassment, her face slowly turning a light shade of red.

I smirked and decided to take advantage, and I grabbed her chin roughly. She groaned in surprise.

I yanked her back onto my lap and flipped us over, much to her shock.

"You'll be screaming my name once I'm inside of you," I whispered into her ear. She gasped and looked at my smirking face with widened eyes.

I reached for her bra, but she quickly covered her chest. "Wait! Can I keep it on? I'm not really ready to show that part yet." I was quick to remove my hands, and I nodded my head.

"Of course, whenever you're ready."

She gave me a faint smile and leaned in, slipping her tongue into my mouth and connecting it with mine, gripping my hair roughly as they swirled around fighting for dominance.

She moaned into my mouth, her fight slowly breaking.

We pulled away, and I slowly pulled her panties down. I could hear her breathing slowly picking up when I hooked her legs onto my shoulders.

I planted kisses on her inner thighs. She bit her lip and looked down at me with a glare.

"Fuckin get on with it," she groaned angrily. I gave her a smirk and gave her clitoral area a long lick. She yelled and jumped a little.

I gave her another lick and started going into a constant rhythm, making sure to hit the deep points. She moaned loudly, her lead leaning back and her hands gripping the pillow above her.

"Oh yes!" She squealed, gripping my hair and forcing it closer.

I pulled my head away, and she gave me a confused look.

"Why did you stop?" She asked, breathing heavily.

"Because I want you to cum while I'm inside," I said, leaning over her.

Her fave seemed to contort to lust and nervousness. "Just be careful," she muttered, opening her legs wider.

"I'm going to open you up a little bit," I said, and she nodded. Even though she was extremely wet, she was still pretty tight.

"Wait, have you ever been fingered before?" I asked, and she just shrugged.

"Only my own, if that counts?" She asked, looking up at me with her large, dark brown eyes. I don't know why that turned me on even more, but it was just that fake innocent look in her eyes that got me.

I slipped one finger into her, and she let out a soft moan. I slipped another one in, and her back arched off the bed.

I pumped my fingers into her, making sure to expand her walls a bit more because she was very tight.

After a while, when she was more open, I lined myself up with her entrance and slowly pushed in. She cried out in pain, gripping my back tightly.

I groaned, feeling her walls close in on me tightly.

"It's ok, Care," I said, peppering her face with kisses.

I slid in more, and she let out a scream: "Fuck! Wait! Wait!" She whimpered, and I immediately stopped and waited for her to adjust to it.

She took a deep breath and nodded for me to continue, and I slid the rest of myself in. I gave her some more time to adjust before slowing and thrusting into her.

She whimpered, and her face scrunched up in discomfort. I pulled her into a kiss, and I felt her walls seem to open up more around me.

Her sounds of pain slowly transformed into sounds of pure pleasure as she moaned into the kiss.

"Fuck more," she whined.

I hummed and sped up my movements. She started panting heavily, and her head lulled back onto the pillows.

I raised her legs so they almost touched her chest and started roughly thrusting deep into her. She let out a loud moan, gripping onto the railing of her bed.

I moaned looking at her tits that were bouncing in her bra, and that made me groan and thrust harder into her.

She let out a slight scream, her eyes rolling in the back of her head.

"Yes, fuck me, oh god!" She cried out.

I sucked onto the skin of her neck and planned on giving her a hickey, but she pushed my head away. "No hickeys," she whimpered.

I nodded and took a second to tie my long hair up into a messy bun before returning my pace, grunting under my breath.

Which I'm pretty sure was in the heat of the moment she lifted up her sports bra above her breasts, exposing them to me. My eyes widened, and I felt my climax come near just from the sight of them. They were smaller than what I was used to, but I didn't care.

I squeezed them in my hands, thrusting roughly into her, wanting her to cum before me.

"Fuck, you feel so good," I groaned, feeling her walls tighten around me and the sound of her moans getting louder.

"Wait! You didn't use protection!" She whined.

"My pull-out game ain't weak," I said, kissing her jaw and pounding into her.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" She yelled, and I moaned, feeling her release around me.

My voices raised, and I quickly pulled out of her and came to her stomach.

I was going to say something but was caught by surprise when she forcefully flipped us over so that she was on top and sank down on me.

We both groaned since we were still recovering from our last climax. She didn't waste any time and started bouncing up and down her hands, squeezing my breasts.

We both moaned, feeling the pleasure flood right back into our bodies.

"Oh yeah," she whimpered.

I grabbed her hips and made her bounce faster. She moaned loudly, her jaw going slack, and her head tilted back.

I placed my hands on her back and made her lean down to my height so our breasts were touching, and I grabbed her ass with my hands and moved her lower half myself.

I pulled her into a kiss. Her mewls and moans were silenced by our tongues swirling together, but the sound of skin clapping and the bed creaking with our movements were very loud.

Our moment was interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. She quickly sat up, and I stopped her movements.

"Care!" I recognized that it was Barbra.

I was going to say something but was silenced by Carol's lips slamming on mine and her roughly grinding her hips. I moaned at her aggression, kind of scared, praying that Barbra didn't hear, but the creaking of the bed might have guessed what was happening.

"What the fuck are you doing in there?!" Carol grabbed my hands and placed them on her hips, itching me to move her, and without hesitation I did.

The door opened, and I heard Barbra let out a loud shriek.

"Y/n!?" Me and Carol snapped our heads to the door, my face turning red in embarrassment while Carol gave her a cocky smile.

The cover was covering our lower halfs, and Carol was blocking Barbra's view from me with her back, so she didn't really see everything.

"Why are you fucking my sister?!" She exclaimed with wide eyes.

"Because I'm irresistible," Carol said, her smirk widening, and Barbra glared at her.

"You probably paid her," she said.

"Oh, please, and if I did, I know you're mad that I'm getting fucked better than you," Carol replied.

"Now can you please fuck off?" She sneered Barbra looked at me and gave me a pointed look.

"Were talking about this later," she said and slammed the door. We waited until we heard the front door close before we went back at it.

I let her be on top for a few more minutes before I had Carol on her stomach and was pounding into her from behind.

She had her face buried in a pillow, muffling her sounds I held onto her thighs and giving her ass occasional smacks, turning the skin a small shade of red.

She turned her head to the side, her sounds turning into heavy pants.

I leaned down, linking my hands with hers and hitting her at a deeper angle. She let out a loud scream, which made me believe I found her g-spot, and I started pounding into that certain spot.

"Oh yes! Right there! Don't stop!" she cried out, digging her nails into my hands.

I leaned down and bit down on the skin of her neck. Our sounds started to raise as our climaxes were approaching.

I pulled out of her and flipped her over before pushing back inside. I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and continued my same pace, never slowing down despite feeling tired.

Carol's eyes rolled back, and she bit her lip as her moans increased in volume, and I saw her toes curling.

"Fuck yes, baby!" She moaned.

About a few minutes later, her legs came off my shoulders, and she made them touch her chest. For a girl who did zero sports, she was very flexible.

I wrapped a hand around her throat while using the other one to roughly rub her clitoral area.

"I'm going to cum!" She cried out.

"Fuck me too," I groaned.

And about a few seconds later, she said that she let out a loud scream as her arousal gushed onto my eraction, and I followed not long after quickly pulling out and cumming on her stomach again with a loud moan.

I plopped down next to her; our heavy pants were the only sound in the room.

She turned to me with that same cocky smirk. "I still don't like you," she replied, and I gave her the exact same smirk.

"Won't be saying that when I recover in a few minutes, be ready because you'll be going on the wall," I said, seeing her eyes widen.

"You wouldn't dare," she said.

"Oh, I wouldddd," I said, feeling myself get hard again.

[infacundia]

TRÍPTICO DEL TERCER DÍA

I

hola ivana la canilla de la bacha en la cocina está rota se me mueve de acá para allá mirá así

y la boca de las hornallas tiene sucias las gargantas necesita una visita técnica por peligro de fuga

el gas es un problema ivana solo con gas mataron a millones el siglo pasado dicen

yo aprendo de las mudanzas parece que no pero en la última casa tuvimos a un álbañil conviviendo

llegamos a hacernos amigos me contaba cosas

a vos cómo te fue cuando alquilaste ivana?

a veces pienso que las mudanzas son como el amor o las artes marciales o recorrer el territorio

lo que sacás de ahí te sirve para el resto de tu vida

o no? vos lo sabés ivana como cualquiera que haya alquilado pero sobre todo lo sabemos los que vamos a seguir alquilando

II

cuando sos miope te conviene poner el zoom de la compu en 130% o más según el grado de miopía

ayuda a la espalda erguirse para ver de lejos

cuando sos miope muchas veces el resultado de los procesos se ve mejor de lejos

de hecho es viendo de lejos que el miope se da cuenta de que los resultados son siempre parciales porque los procesos continúan en el tiempo

limpiaba una jarra eléctrica de cerca era imposible darme cuenta si estaba sucia todavía o ya no me quedaban manchas

me alejaba y consideraba entonces sí ahí me quedó una mirá

entonces sí está más o menos limpia para ser que la tenemos hace años para ser que la usamos todos los días

así las cosas

III

no me dejes de amar si algún día me quedo manco no pueda darte abrazos y solo me quede la lengua para seducirte

como un chamuyero como un perro como un político

no me dejes de amar si algún día me quedo mudo no pueda decirte te amo ni palabras de amor y solo tenga mis ojos para mirarte

como una criatura como una perra como una pantalla

no me dejes de amar si algún día me quedo ciego te necesite para caminar y solo tenga mis manos para acariciarte para escribirte

como un poeta como un pueblo como una abuela buena pero el día que me vuelva conserva y desconozca nuestra juventud y lo que nos une dejame de amar no merecés convivir con el peligro

te pido ese día este cuchillo me lo hundas en el pecho y no me convierta en el peligro de alguien más

[fercancholablog]

A veces siento que no puedo confiar en nadie,

tengo un corazón que no se sabe romper,

porque siempre quiere dar más,

tal vez quiero demostrar que el mío, es diferente a los demás,

CONFIANZA,

sobre decir adiós, despedirnos,

la muerte es perra cuando esta viva y es figurativa

quien se va de tu vida y se muestra ausente, parece muerto, pero camina entre los tuyos,

quien deja de decir hola y solo pasa de largo fingiendo olvidar…

Tengo que aprenderme el idioma; ese del adiós, el que cierra puertas, deja costas, inicia terremotos y envía cartas sin remitente,

“cuando menos un tiempo duró” maldita frase repetida, pero es verdadera, así funciona el reloj, pura ilusión y falsos segundos serenos, nada está escrito,

la palabra “siempre”, parece mentira… pero en mi mente ese “siempre” me durará toda la vida

¿hasta cuando dejaré de pensar en las palabras que se me escaparon?

tiene muchos colores este escenario pero ninguno me combina,

sentirse fuera de lugar en un sitio donde antes era familia

YA NO HAY CULPAS,

solo días de por medio, fechas en el calendario, una navidad olvidada, mi cumpleaños, un abrazo vacío, de regalo distancia, tu mirada hacia abajo,

escribo porque olvidamos cómo hablarnos, la confianza es una fábula del un libro del viejo armario, una mera fantasía como el pasado…

Me toca olvidar, seguir, aprender a caminar,

si ti, sin ustedes, con la muerte… figurativa

Porque te veo el viernes y después hasta que te apareces pero ya no eres tú, es tu fantasma, siento miedo, me quiero alejar porque eres inexplicable, es lo natural,

como voy en la dirección contraria, tú juras que estoy equivocada

pero así llegué, sin que nadie esperará un cambio yo hago lo que puedo hacer, así crecí, creando sin ensayo,

es un propósito el mío,

cambiarlo, cambiar todo,

hacer de mis días una obra diferente, que se sienta como alguien que renace, y es su día cero,

que me quieran, que me odien,

que llore y solo tenga una libreta, lápiz, la noche,

ser una persona que quiera estrenar la vajilla,

dar una fiesta pero somos más voces en mi cabeza que alguien que llegue a la mesa y toque la puerta,

soy quien espera pero nunca llegan,

DEBO ENTEDER QUE YA NO ESTÁN

para renunciar, aprender a dejar ir, así sea lo único que tenga,

seré el personaje que vive la muerte en vida, tiene el alma en pena pero confía y de pronto llega el golpe de suerte que lo hace caminar valiente,

ESE GRAN DÍA seré el cambio en sí mismo,

ustedes me ayudarán a encarnarlo, habré econtrado oro en el dolor, lograré resignificar el abandono y la enseñanza será un hogar

enviaré una plegaria, pediré algo real

tal vez pediré amor incondicional, y me preguntaré

¿qué pasaría si fuera para mí? mi imaginación viajará y habrá un rayo de sol, sonará la alarma, la mesera habrá tardado en llevar mi plato pero el primer bocado será impresionante, vivir será un deleite, vivir será el amor, dejaré de esperarlo en forma, en cuerpo, dejará de estar afuera y empezará a vivir adentro

CONFIANZA, en que lo que no te mata, figurativamente te hace vivir

Que es la muerte, el adiós, el duelo, si no es una invitación a re-vivir