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Babygirl (not haunted by the horrors) x Babygirl (haunted by the horrors)

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Video Game Confessions~ Lee Felix

(Smut)

"I hope I look good". I tell myself as I look in the mirror. Today is the day I confess to my best friend Felix. He thinks I'm just thinks I'm going over his house to play video games, but I have way more planned. I just hope he feels the same way, I really don't want this to ruin our friendship~~"Hey Y/n! I missed you so much". Felix says with a big smile. "Hi Lixie! I missed you too". I say hugging him. He hugs me back. "Let's go inside, I already have everything set up".

"Okay". I tell him. We enter his house and head straight to his room. "Are you ready to lose?" He says with a devilish smirk. "Ha. I think it's gonna be the other way around". I smirk back. " We'll see about that". He says before turning on his Sony and handing me a controller. He sits down on his soft bed as I sit beside him. 20 minutes pass and he seems to be winning every damn game. "Damnit Felix! Let me win for once!" I rage yell at him. "Never!" He yells back. After a few more rounds I finally gave up. "Ahh, fuck this I'm done". I say annoyed. " Aww, Y/n it's okay. You just have to keep practicing". "Yeah, whatever". I say with a pout. " Would a hug make it better?" He asks moving closer to me. I pretend to think for a moment. "Maybe". I say. "Then come here". Felix says, patting his chest. I sigh then roll over onto him, throwing my arm over his side. We stay in this position for a while, me wrapped around him as he strokes my hair. Then the silence was broken. " Y/n, there's something I've been wanting to ask you". My nerves start attacking me, making me feel nervous. I look up at him. "What is it, Lix?" He says nothing. He just stares into my eyes, slowly leaning in. Before I can question him, I feel his soft heart-shapped lips on mine. He closes his eyes as mine are wide. I slowly melt into the kiss, my thoughts pushed aside. Things get heated as he pulls me on top of him, making me straddle his waist. Breathy moans escape my lips as the kiss gets needier and sloppier. "Felix~" I moan softly. "Shhh". He tells me stroking my thighs slowly. I wanted to hear him too so I decided to move my hips in a teasing manner. " Ahh, baby. Don't do that". He growls in my ear. "Why not Lix?" I say as I continue to grind on his semi hard member. "Because you're gonna make me mad". I slow my movements a bit. "But what if I want you mad?" I ask focusing on his gorgeous eyes. He grins at me. "Well if that's what you want". He says before rolling us over so now he's on top. He stands on his knees, me in between them as he takes off his shirt. My eyes go straight to his sexy, defined abs; licking my lips as I stare at them.

"You like what you see baby?" I continue to stare and nod. "Use your words babygirl". His tone becomes rougher. I avert my gaze from his abs to his eyes. " S-sorry". I say feeling defeated. "It's okay babe, but you gotta remember that you wanted me mad. Don't go back on your word now". I laugh at him. " Ha, as if". I stop my laughing as I feel him tear at my shirt, ripping the damn thing split down the middle, making me whine. "What the hell Felix, I really liked that shirt". He throws it to the side. "Shut up". He tells me, and I decide to just go with it and not protest. Felix leans back down to kiss me with lust. I couldn't help but run my fingers through his soft locks as the kiss continues. I felt his hand behind me so I arch my back to help him out, as he unclips my bra then pulls it down my arms without breaking the kiss. Time goes on and I become needier, so I bite his bottom lip and reach down to touch his member. Sadly, he grabs my hand before I can even come close to it. "No touching yet baby". I sigh feeling weak, but all he does is laugh. A few seconds later I feel his lips trail down between my boobs, my belly, then stopping at my shorts. "Felix..." I moan lowly as the feeling of his soft plump lips on my skin. "Louder baby, I wanna hear you scream my name when I do my work on you". I gasp at his words. I feel his hands at hips, his fingers wrapped around the hem of my shorts as he slowly pulls them down my legs then to the floor. I lift my ass to help him take off my panties, watching as he tosses them with my shorts. "Fuck, Felix". I moan out loud as I feel his hot tongue on my throbbing clit.

"You're gonna need something to hold onto". He smirks. "Haha, we'll see about that". I bite back, feeling not so confident. He just chuckles as we both know he's right. I then feel his tongue on my clit again, swirling it around making me whine. He wraps his lips around my sensitive bud, sucking harshly. I guess he was right because my hands went straight to his hair, pulling on it a bit. I can feel him groan, sending vibrations to my dripping core. "Lix, please". I whimper, making him stop. "What is it?"

"I- I need more, please".

"Oh trust me baby, you're gonna get it".

He shoves his middle finger inside my heat, going in a fast pace. I moan his name at the sudden roughness. "That's it babe, moan my name just like that". I moan even louder at his words. My hands remove themselves from his hair and grip the bed sheets, as I feel him add a second finger, curling it just right. "Fuck, Felix it feels so good". " I told you it would". He smirks. I roll my eyes at his cockiness. He goes back to his work on my core, I can feel myself getting closer, and closer. "Ahh Lix, go faster please". "As you wish". He says, before sucking on my clit and thrusting his two fingers in my pussy curling them yet again. "Ah, shit, Felix I'm g-gonna c-cum". I stutter.

"Cum baby".

With those two words I finally came undone on his fingers and mouth. I moan loud at the breath taking feeling, and the site of him licking every drop of my juices up. "Oh, my god". I breathe out. He looks up at me after helping me ride out my high. "You okay baby?" He asks sweetly. "I feel amazing Felix. But what did you wanna ask me?" He looks down and rubs his head. "Haha, about that... Well, I know we're best friends and all but... I like you Y/n. You know what? No scratch that. I fucking love you. I love everything about you, I wanna be with you". I look at him with soft eyes. "Felix... I love you too. That's why I came over here actually, I wanted to confess to you". His smile grows as I see him lunge on top of me, kissing my lips with love and passion. I moan, feeling his mouth on my neck giving me love bites. He gets off me to take off his pants and boxers, before climbing back on me. I smile at him, watching as he aligns himself at my entrance, slowly pushing in. I wrap my legs around his waist, my hands on his backs. "You ready?" He asks, sucking on my boobs. I moan a little. "Yea". I breathe out, before he begins to slide in and out of my sensitive core. "Fuck, baby you're so wet for me". He growls in my ear. My pussy clenches at his words, making him moan louder. My hands grip onto his hair, as I feel him thrust faster, hitting my sweet spot just right. "Mmm, Felix harder". I moan lowly. He listens to my commands and pounds into me, taking my leg in arm to fuck me deeper. "Oh my god, Felix I'm so close". I cry out. "S-so am I baby". He moans deep in my ear. It only took a few more hard thrusts from him, and I'm seeing stars, basically screaming his name as I reach my second high. He curses under his breath before pulling out and releasing on my stomach. Heavy breathing is all anyone could hear in the room. "Here, let me clean you up". He says, getting off me to the bathroom. He gets a damped wash cloth to clean himself off of me. I can't help but smile at how sweet he's being. He notices. "What is it?" I shake my head and sigh. "I just love you, that's all". He smiles at me. "Well, I love you too". He says, leaning in to give me a sweet, loving kiss.

Hispa

-Mom, where do we come from?

I wanted to say from my vagina but this was my child, the cherished treasure that once lived in my womb.

The life I created and carried, protected and loved before I could lay eyes on her. Her soft brown eyes looked at me, troubled.

I knew what she was asking, a simple question and yet a complicated one and my answer would likely shape who she would become.

So I looked into her soft brown, so like mine.

I sat her down on the kitchen chair, the kitchen island separating us.

I looked outside the window, leaning on the counter. It was a beautiful day, warm and bright.

- Babygirl, I said. I love you. You know that don't you. I love you so much. You are so pretty and so smart.

- Pretty like you mommy?

- Yes babygirl, even prettier and so precious.

I walked to the fridge and took out eggs and milk.

- Let me tell you about us, I said as I reached for the flour and baking soda the cinnamon and the brown sugar.

We are descendants of the first people.

- Like the first first people?

- Yes dear the first people. You see, the earth, Gaia was getting old, she needed people to take care of her. So from her onyx depths she created people, they came from her womb, tiny little creatures. She gave them each a part of her to take care of, Antarctica, Africa, Asia, America Europe and Oceania. They each took care of her for years. Tended to her garden, took care of her other children’s, the animals, the various creatures and critters. They worked hard, day in day out. Bathed by the sunshine and lulled by the moon. Shaded by the trees and foliage. Sustained by the fruits and water and various nutrients from plants and at times a passing animal. With time, they became bigger, better, smarter. Gaia's children had children and some started wandering to the farthest ends, curious to see if others lived nearby. So some traveled for days by foot, settled on new lands, some strayed some wandered some more in search of their long lost brothers or sisters. And slowly, from generation to generation they got further and further until they met with their brethren. And when they did meet, they were amazed at how they looked different from one another. Some were lighter, their hair straighter, some were taller, shorter, wider thinner, some had eyes shaped like almonds, and other had skin like red clay. Some were as dark as precious stones and had hair with tight protective curls. All were beautiful and Gaia was content with the order of things, her children were growing strong, improving upon generations, taking care of her, taking care of her.

-You see Hispa for years Gaia and her children grew luscious and plentiful, I explained as I prepared my batter and reached for the electric mixer.

-But what about now mommy?

-Well Hispa for centuries all went well but year after year, with more and more humans, Gaia’s children started forgetting where they came from and how to go about things, her children started fighting amongst each other, some became greedy and wanted more land than they needed and started harming their brethren.

-Oh no mommy why?

-I don't know Hispa, I guess some were not satisfied and wanted more than they could have. But with more land came more responsibilities and some of her children did not want to work. So they created hierarchies amongst each other, declared themselves above others, ruled over their kin and declared their children superior. As time passed they forgot they were all kin and forgot about their founding mothers, the first Daughters of Gaia. They created kingdoms and empires, fought and killed, pillaged and burned the Earth. They fought and fought some more, for years, decades and centuries. They forgot about each other, grew greedy and lost precious knowledge. They hunted animals for fun, burned forest, ruining the gifts of Gaia. They made silly laws to protect the rich and invented rules to numb those who weren’t as wicked and greedy, to keep them in line. But one day the children of Europe started wondering about what or whom resided on the other side of the deep blue waters they knew, and for years they made boats to attempt a voyage to the farthest end of earth, they traveled for days, got sick, lost too many to count to the capricious weather conditions.

-But mommy why did they want to leave their homes?

I paused and mixed the batter, signaled to my baby to grab our koala bear shapped muffin moulds. As she placed them carefully on the counter, her chubby little fingers clumsy, I poured the batter into the mould and put our treats into the oven. I never preheat, I really should. I started the oven and sat next to her and answered:

- Because they were greedy and were looking to expand their territories and get richer. So they kept trying and trying, and sometimes they would find a new land and they would claim it, unbeknown to the original inhabitants. Sometimes they would kill the people or they would declare them subordinate to their kingdom and make them work for them. But one day, they traveled to the land of America’s children. The land was still wild, beautiful, the children of Europe had long forgotten about the wilderness and were scared, not understanding how to interact, behave in such vastness. So they did what they would do home, they burned and killed and declared the people subordinate to their kingdom. They realized that the people from the land were welcoming and they took advantage of the language barrier and their lack of knowledge of Europe’s technological savvy and they killed, knowingly riddled the people with European diseases and subjugated them to their ways. They chased and killed them until they humanly couldn’t justify it and then they imposed their ways of thinking, tried to erase their culture, tried to quench their will and alienate them from their families.

-Is that where we are from mommy?

-No sweetie, you see when Europe’s children were done with America’s people they brought in the children of Africa. For while they were mistreating America’s children, they had also traveled to the land of Africa and encountered her ebony children. Yet again, they did what they would do home, they enslaved or killed and declared the people subordinate to their kingdom. They realized that the people from the land were welcoming and they took advantage of the language barrier and their lack of knowledge of Europe’s technological savvy and they enslaved the people of the sun and brought them to the land of America. Days in, days out, the children of the sun sang, they sang soulful songs, in various languages. Songs from the land they had been severed from. The only remnant they could hold on to. So they sang, and sang some more as the whip of hatred and greed fell upon their back, scorched their lineage for decades leaving behind scars embedded in generations to come. But the children of America and the children of Africa shared a common respect for their Mother Gaia and recognized in each other a kinship. They sometimes assisted each other in escaping the cruelty of Europe’s children. As time passed, there were fewer and fewer of America’s children. The few that were left hung to their way of life as hard as they could like trees withstanding strong winds, they took strength in their roots, grounding the few they had left, kept their faith intact and their language alive. Africa’s children spent decades under the harsh European descendant ruling. Building a new impoverished America. As the year past, they slowly learned the ways of Europe’s children, learning the language, loosing theirs. They slowly lost their knowledge of nature, their connection to land and animals. Europe’s children kept taking Africa’s children and brought them onto land they would rename and wrongly claim. They brought them to one of the biggest islands there is and held them captive, forced them into slavery and atrocities too many. Africa's children gathered and sang, gathered and cried and when their tears dried their song changed and they chanted warrior chants, danced warrior dances and marched in the night, their skin glistening under the moon's watchful gaze. They marched with stealth and sang from their throat, a low silent, heavy sound. They picked up rocks and sticks, tools and such and marched upon Europe's children. They spared none, reclaiming their bodies, their right to llife. They marched onto Europe's children aided by the moonlight, the sould of their dead brothers and sister guiding their hands as they reclaimed life through death. Europe's children scattered and fled back to their motherland, regrouped and tried to bring the shackles back onto their ebony brethren but it was too late. Africa's children had had enough, they no longer trusted, no longer feared. Violence begets violence and their minds were filled. They gained their freedom through blood and tears and helped their brethren do the same in surrounding islands and distant lands. It is said Europe's children cursed that land but still she stands. The children of the island all know deep down, resilience is their legacy and freedom their right. And that is who we are babygirl, we are descended from a very old people. A very proud people, at night when you are scared, quiet your mind and breathe, listen to the drum beat of your heart, hear the fight that boils in your veins. Your soul is one of many, part of a whole. If you listen you will hear the lulling humming of our ancestors guiding you through your hurdles. You is smart, you is strong, you is beautiful. Never forget that.

The oven beeped, our muffins were ready.

-So I am strong mommy?

-Yes babygirl the strongest. Sometimes it won't feel that way but breathe and remember you are not alone, remember who we are. The first and the strongest. 

As I slid the oven mits on and opened the oven to remove our muffins I added:

-Remember to always treat the next person as nice as you can, for in the end they are your brothers and sisters. Don't let them harm you and don't harm them. You only fight for your rights.

-Do I have the right to get a muffin?

-Humm I answered, I don't know, how bad do you want one, I asked with a smile.

-I’ll tickle fight you for one. 

And chubby fingers tickled me and I surrendered to the motherly bliss. And like her ancestors, my tiny warrior danced arround muffin in hand, chanting victory. And as she danced and sang I saw in her 213 years of resilient souls and felt at peace. She would make it. So I grabbed a muffin and danced and chanted the silly dance and song that centuries of warriors had fought for.