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Despite his natural timid nature, Evil Jax was usually pretty good at communicating his wants and needs once he got comfortable with someone. Which mostly just meant Evil Pomni, since she fell both into the category of closest friend and partner. They were such opposites of each other, yet they still seemed to fall into each others orbit like pieces of a puzzle.
Even though they were just code created by code, though they weren't real, it felt like it was just something that was always meant to happen. Caine hadn't programmed them that way as far as they were aware, why would he?
Maybe Evil Jax was just a naive hopeless romantic, but he liked to think it was fate. Maybe stars don't really align for those that don't actually exist, much less the fake digital stars that filled the sky in their circus, but he liked to think it was always meant to be like this. Maybe it didn't make sense for someone like the two of them to get married like real people do, when they weren't. What did marriage mean to two heaps of code anyway?
Maybe it was an extent of their real counterparts. He didn't know the specifics of normal Jax and Pomni's relationship, but it was obvious they meant something to each other. He wondered if it was just like that across all versions of them. Was a Jax in every universe and timeline close with some version of a Pomni?
If they were destined to find each other every single time, EJ wondered if all of them were in positive ways. Were they all in love? Friends? Did some of them hate each other? Whatever the result might be, he felt it in his fake digital bones that they were always meant to play a large role in the other's life. Even if that life might not be real. Maybe that's just how powerful their importance to each other was, that it extended into fake versions of them?
Or maybe he was looking too deep into it. Yeah, probably.
Either way, he'd always felt so in sync with his Pomni. It had taken them a bit to get there at first considering their clashing personalities, but at some point understanding each other became second nature. That wasn't to say they never had problems, but after so much time the pair of them were usually pretty good at communication.
Which is in part why he felt so unbelievably stupid over the miscommunication that EP didn't even know was happening right now.
He'd been thinking about it for a while, but each time it came up in his head his nervousness pushed it back. It wasn't like he didn't enjoy himself while his wife manhandled him so easily. Heck, he asked for it and preferred it more often than not. Usually when she was the one in charge that's how it went, while he tended to be a lot softer with her when he took over, when it was just them.
Sometimes when he was pressed close to her, kisses soft and reverent, whispering how much he loved her, how special she was to him, his thoughts would wander. He thought what it'd be like to be treated with the same level of pure adoration. Sometimes he felt like he needed it, but he'd never once asked for it or indicated to her that he wanted something different. It wasn't her fault and EJ knew she'd stop being rough immediately if he asked her to.
He wasn't insecure in their relationship... most of the time.
Yet sometimes the intrusive thoughts that maybe, just maybe he didn't mean as much to her as she did to him curled around his thoughts like a serpent, giving his worries no where to go, no way to ignore them and no way to really bring them up without a slew of other fears piling next to them. The idea that he was just convenient, something to have fun with, to pass the time was something he deeply feared and tried to ignore.
Evil Jax gave a lot. Too much in fact. He was fully aware of it, but it was also subconscious. Second nature, he couldn't help but to give all of himself to others in hopes that it'd be enough. To bend over backwards and wear himself thin even if he was uncomfortable. As if he were constantly trying to say, 'Please don't leave. I don't want to be alone. What will it take for you to stay?' As if he wasn't worth keeping around if he couldn't be of service to someone else.
In any case, it didn't matter. What he wanted didn't. Maybe his wife would disagree, she probably would. Evil Pomni didn't do anything to make him feel like this, but he feared voicing that he was scared that deep down that she didn't love him as much would bring everything crashing down. And God did they have such a good thing going when his mind was quiet. He couldn't afford to shatter it. He didn't need to be treated softly, not during that. He could handle it.
It was fine.
He'd be fine.
He'd take whatever he deserved. Whatever she deemed him worthy of.
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Evil Jax had been enjoying himself as the jester towering over him on her bed took him apart. The way she sneered down at him as her hands rubbed hard circles into his ears made his entire body shudder with excitement and anticipation. He loved when she was mean during this, she had this way that he couldn't quite put into words of making every cruel action and word fill him with so much affection.
Maybe it was just because they were so in tune with each other, but even while being mean he could feel how much she cared in little ways. Others probably wouldn't even notice. How her eyes dilated as she watched him, the way her breath hitched with every noise that left the rabbit's lips like his reactions were giving her just as much pleasure.
Her eyes were so expressive if you spent as long as he had studying them, and it was clear she was enjoying it as much as he was. She shifted her weight backwards on his torso so she could settle herself into his lap. She kissed down from the side of his jaw as she moved, giving him the occasional hard bite with no clear rhythm to the pattern so that she kept him on his toes with it.
When she moved down towards his chest, she pressed another kiss turned bite into one of his biceps. Teeth transfixed into his flesh, nails digging into his sides from where she grasped onto him. He whimpered at the bite before it was quickly followed up with a gasp when she didn't release this bite, but instead gave harsh sucks against him. His hips bucked up against hers involuntarily. He could practically feel the smile against his skin. He was stupid and putty in her hands and head over fucking heels for this woman.
"Oh- o h god, Pom-"
He was surprised it had taken her this long to get around to doing it, Evil Pomni had a thing for marking him up. This was the first of many, he was sure. Once she was sure she'd leave a decent bruise behind she pulled back to study her work, giving a pleased hum and running her fingers over it. Her grin widened when he jolted at the contact on his still freshly sensitive skin.
Evil Jax was unbelievably, embarrassingly close. They hadn't even been messing around that long. This wasn't abnormal, the guy was real easy to get worked up especially when it came to her. Just gave them more fuel for things she could taunt him with during these moments.
He didn't actually mind finishing this fast, and he knew she didn't mind him doing so either, but they enjoyed falling into their roles and he settled into his now with practiced ease.
"Pom- I'm... 'm close. Can I- please-" He cut off as she transfixed him with an unamused, almost annoyed look. "Already? It's been what, like ten minutes? God you're so pathetic." She took a moment of pause to watch him squirm before she shook her head. "But no, if you come before I get to at least once I'm kickin' your ass." Another pause.
"Actually you'd probably enjoy that shit, ain't much of a punishment is it? Whatever."
Evil Pomni let out an exaggerated yawn like she was bored, stretching her arms out for a second before relaxing back into his lap. She purposefully shifted her body against his so that she grinded down into him for a second, her grin returning again at the whine that started low in his throat, which quickly started rising in volume.
"I'll be generous this time though. I'll let you pick how ya get me off, yeah? What do you want?" She watched his gaze shift over to one of the drawers in her dresser, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth before glancing back to her. He was playing a bit dirty here. He was more than fully aware of just how into fucking him she was.
It was something that worked her up a lot as is anyway, and the way the strap they used the most would rub up against her clit as she worked into him was an added bonus. It got both of them really going, actually. Something about her having the ability to pin down and absolutely wreck this tower of a man and the fact that he let her did something for both of them. But it was also the knowledge that he had the ability to try and overpower her if he wanted to, he was passive by choice.
Thing was that even if he decided to, she could still hold her own against him and they both knew it. She wasn't simply in control because he was letting her, she was also in control because she could legitimately throw hands just fine. They both thought it was hot. Fuck, he loved a woman who could just straight up kick his ass.
"Oh." Her voice was practically a purr as she moved her hand under his chin, tilting it back upwards from where he had it pressed down into his own chest. "Lil' bitch needs to get pinned down and bred, is that right?" She couldn't hold back her laughter when he immediately nodded.
She'd have the tiniest bit of mercy on him and decided to not make fun of how fast his tail swished across the sheets beneath him as his tail wagged. "Mhm. Pl-please... need you."
"Oh you need me, hm? Yanno bun, you're awful at holdin' out for long when I fuck you. It's almost like you wanna finish early and get punished, is that what you're playin' at? Dunno if I should let ya have that yet. Maybe I should just leave you like this instead." She couldn't stop the grin that spread across her face when he sobbed at the idea of being denied.
Evil Pomni shuffled herself a little once more, grinding against him again as she did, so she could deliver another sharp nip to the opposite side of his chest that the first bite was on. Her grin lit up again when he whimpered as she held her own whine of pleasure back, god how she loved the sounds he made, because of her. All for her.
"N-no, please Pomni- " He gasped out, lifting his hands up briefly and letting them linger near her shoulders for a second like he wanted to hold onto her. Instead he whined and dropped them back down instead, like he was waiting for permission to touch. He didn't need permission right now, but EP appreciated him trying to be obedient for her anyway. "I can be g-good, I can wait, I promise-"
"Hm." She hummed for a moment, rocking herself back for a second to study him before she shrugged. "I don't think ya can be, but I guess I can indulge ya." Nevermind the fact that she was just as impatient to get started herself. He didn't need to know that. She had a reputation to maintain... buuuttt she'd be lying if she said she wasn't already wet as hell herself and aching to get the rabbit pinned beneath her.
"Get your overalls the rest of the way off and get on your knees for me then, jackass." EJ followed her instructions immediately, nearly tripping over himself in his attempts to obey her as he hopped off the bed the second she got off of his lap. She paused for a second to deliver a hard slap to one side of his ass.
He yelped and she snickered at him before she made her way over to the dresser. He shoved his overalls down his legs and quickly shook them off before crawling back onto the bed, his front half instinctively lowering down so that his hips were raised up. His tail kept wagging in anticipation. God he was so cute, what the fuck.
He didn't move his head to look at her, but he could hear her shuffling around as she got undressed herself and presumably harnessed herself up with the strap. He shuddered as he listened to her make her way back over to the bed.
The jester didn't give him a moment to process anything else before she was tugging her gloves off and holding up a hand to his mouth expectantly. "Get my fingers nice and wet, slut. Gotta open ya up for me, I'm not doing shit until you're nice and ready for me." Though her voice was rough and annoyed to fall in line with the scene, EJ couldn't stop the way his heart fluttered for a second before he whined softly and took three of her fingers into his mouth.
Even when the whole point was being mean to him, she was adamant about not hurting him with the actual sex part. Evil Pomni was more than happy to bite him, slap him around, tug on his ears and tail, whatever. And she could and has fucked him roughly, she refused to enter him without any prep. She couldn't even really tell him why that step in particular was a hard limit for her either.
Whatever the reason, Evil Jax found he didn't mind. He liked the occasional reminder that even if she was being cruel, she was still doing all of this for him. To take care of him. The reminder that she cared about him enough to take her time caused a purr to rumble up in his throat as he swirled his tongue around the digits in his mouth and suckled at them.
The fact that he was really into having her fingers in his mouth was an added bonus. Evil Pomni thinks he might have a bit of an oral fixation, but EJ thinks he just has an obsession with getting his mouth on her specifically.
Evil Pomni stared down at him, pupils blown wide as she watched the way he sucked and licked at her, so diligent and enthusiastic it was like it was doing just as much for him as her actually touching him might have. He looked so good like this, whining around her like he was made for nothing but this.
Oh she was going to eat this man alive.
Once she'd decided he gotten her fingers wet enough, she moved her other hand up to his cheek to softly scratch at the fur there, tapping her thumb against his lower jaw. "Open up for me, that's enough. Thaaat's it, there ya go." She cooed sweetly, taking a brief moment to pause her role in the scene. EJ couldn't help the way his tail wagged faster, he didn't actually realize how much he also enjoyed her being soft with him. He was so used to their dynamic being the opposite.
Then she was moving out of his field of vision to position herself behind him, and he was hit suddenly with the thought of 'You don't deserve it, you know.' He shivered about the same time she worked one of her fingers into him, which he was grateful for. He didn't exactly wanna call attention to the fact that something was wrong. He had been enjoying himself and he really didn't want to throw a wrench in their plans. He tried to focus on the feeling of her fingers pumping in and out of him, slowly at first and then faster as she built up a rhythm once he got used to her.
Despite the fact that he didn't want to linger on the thought, he found he couldn't stop himself from zoning out and focusing way too hard on it. He didn't know why it had decided to rear its ugly head now, but there was this consuming feeling that however unfounded it might be, that it was right. He couldn't figure out why this topic was one he wasn't willing to talk about given how good the two usually were at communication. He didn't do this, get deep in his own head and refuse to say anything much less never plan to.
Evil Jax was used to the dynamic they had, where she was rough with him and he was gentle with her. It was how they'd always been and the idea that she'd hate him wishing they could change things up even for a second made his chest clench up. He didn't want to lose her. He barely registered anymore as she continued working him open, only snapping back to the present at the feeling of her completely removing her fingers and her voice.
He struggled to make out the words at first, but then gathered she was checking in again. "You ready for me? Or do ya need more?" He had no idea actually, but if he wasn't at least the discomfort might distract him from the feelings choking him. "Uh... y-yeah, I'm good I think."
His skin crawled when she didn't move, he could only assume she had paused to squint at him. Maybe he wasn't as convincing as he'd hoped about being fine. He should have known better by now. He tried again. "I'm good, 'm ready for you Poms... please? Need to feel you so bad..." Evil Pomni was weak for him begging and they both knew it, and right now if he wanted to use it to his advantage to distract his ever observant wife from the fact that he was acting a little off, then that was his own business. Leave him alone.
To his relief, she didn't press the issue and he felt her press her hands against his hips to urge him to scoot upwards a tad more. She took her place behind him, hands running soothingly down his hips for a moment before she raised one hand to give a swift slap against one side of his ass. He whined as she pressed the head of the strap against him, hissing when it popped inside.
She didn't give him a moment to adjust before she slammed in to the hilt, letting her hips press against his for a good few moments. He groaned at the sensation, but before he could really enjoy it his brain supplied some more intrusive thoughts. 'This is all you're good for. To be used. You don't get to ask for anything else. Shut up. Be grateful she chooses to give you any of her time.'
Evil Jax was suddenly really glad that he was facing away from the jester, and even more so that he could bury his face in the pillows at the top of her bed. Also that he could probably blame the tears he felt building up on the rough treatment. It wasn't like he'd never been pushed to tears during. His claws dug into the fabric and he was sure he might just destroy it without meaning to.
The movement in and out of him wasn't even really registering, and he guessed her talking to him wasn't either. He didn't know what it was about these thoughts, he hadn't dissociated like this in a long time. He was pulled back out of it by Evil Pomni's voice growing louder for a moment "Jax!"
He was surprised to find he'd apparently been sobbing. Hard. Loud. His body was trembling and if his claws hadn't already been clinging to it, he was sure he wouldn't have been able to keep his hold on the pillow in his grasp. How long had passed? How long had been crying this intensely? How hard was he even crying, to make her take pause like this? Did he even fully grasp what he must have looked like to her right now?
"Bun." He shakily tried to rub the tears off his face on the pillow before he turned to look at her over his shoulder expectantly, but the flood came right back the second she delivered more pet names. "Sweetheart, baby. Give me a color, now." The first one he instantly thought of using was red. He should stop this, he needed to.
They'd always agreed on being up front if they weren't feeling safe during sex, and he wasn't even registering anything that was happening. But the thought of safewording out during a session that was totally normal for the two made the feelings of worthlessness heighten and he found he couldn't physically make himself. What else would he be good for, then?
"I'm green. I'm okay."
He said it too fast and the wave of anxiety that washed over him when she didn't respond for a few moments made him nauseous. Instead she just stared at him like she was trying to figure something out, staying silent for another minute more like she was thinking, before she shook her head. "No you're not. I don't know what you're not telling me, but you're clearly not okay." She huffed, eyes narrowed at him, and then moved to pull back out fully before she spoke again, calling out a safeword of her own this time.
"Red."