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lostusagis · 5 months ago

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"Oh um. I just thought it was really cute. I adore your way of thinking. O-Oh! Thank you! Don't worry your secret is safe with me, Mui." She even does the whole zipping lips gesture and takes the cream puff, before taking a happy bite out of it. Sitting closely next to him. "I never thought of it that way before. Now every time I want some cream puffs, I'd think of puff puff action eheheh~! I think that's so cute! I hope you don't mind me using that phrase to you? I think it's fun to use that just between us. Like friends saying inside jokes that's out of context to everyone else except us hahaha." Despite him appearing unbothered, she still felt a little anxious. Staring down at her bitten cream puff; studying the creamy thickness inside the doughy pastry with a pensive expression. "But you know I... I really care about your feelings, so... If I hurt you, or you feel you're being mocked, you'll... let me know, right? I-I'll stop and say sorry and never tease you again if it's something you're really not comfortable with me doing. I promise. I like playing with you, but... if I'm the only one having fun, then it's not fun at all. I want to have fun WITH you, Kamui." She wipes off a piece of cream that was near his lips with a napkin she took out from her Kuromi bag and mournfully smiles at him. "You're... my favorite person. I know that being friends means there's bound to be some hurt sometimes, despite being so close and so happy with each other. Honestly? It's one of the reasons why I found it hard to be friends with people. I had a distrust with anyone who tried and hated myself as well at the thought of ever hurting them, so I always kept everyone at arms length. I had a terrible experience with friendships, so... I never wanted to feel that pain again and kept running."

She thought back to how things used to be between them and then how they started putting in the effort of being better friends with each other after he regained control of his Yato blood. It was on that day that started it all. A new beginning for them. "But with you... With you I... I could trust you. I knew what I got myself into when I decided to be your friend. I knew the risks, but... something told me deep down that it'd be okay. That we could mend things together and overcome anything. We've come a long way and been through a lot, after all... Eheheh. Have you ever wondered why I was acting incredibly shy and awkward with you at first? It's because I wanted to be careful and kept worrying if I bothered you. I really, really didn't want to mess up being friends with you. It had been a long while since I've made a friend that I had forgotten what it was like to be friends with someone. To feel so happy with someone." Namida places her hand that's adorned with the matching friendship bracelet atop his own that's also adorned with the bracelet she made for him. "I want to be someone you can trust, rely on and be the happiest with. Share all your secrets with, be vulnerable and feel safest with. Like a best friend should be."

She shyly looks at up him tenderly stares for a silent moment, as if desperately searching for his soul deep in those ocean blue eyes of his, before continuing. "You're so special to me, Kamui... I-I'm sorry for rambling there, it's just... If I lost you because of what I said or did..." Tears began to well up in her eyes as her face tightened and teeth clenching. Frowning lips quivering. "I don't want to lose you... So please... Please be honest if I hurt you in any way... I want to try and fix it. I want... to be with you forever." Sniffling ensues at just the mere thought of Kamui cutting ties with her. Her name "Namida" matching up with her emotions right now: tears. Deep down, she's actually a big crybaby who gets emotional easily. Droplets of her tears falling down on her cream puff.

Kamui just kind of sighs due to her finding his ignorance 'cute'. He does smile at her, since it was nice to know she wouldn't tell anyone any secret he'd share with her. He wasn't one who trusted so easily, only able to name three people he actually wholeheartedly trusted. Her included in that circle.

The way she used that term though, earned her a laugh. It was hard not to find it funny given that he knew what it actually meant now. Kamui really wondered why it was even called that. It was so misleading, for him anyway.

''Sure, go ahead. It'll be entertaining to see what kind of reaction people will have if they overhear us.'' He'd take another cream puff, munching on it contently. Although, the Yato noticed the change in her demeanor and wondered what was wrong. Kamui does tend to be careless with words, and assumed maybe he slipped something out that could've upset her. At least, until she started talking about what was on her mind.

He hadn't even noticed he had food on the side of his mouth, up until she cleaned it for him. Kamui still retained the habit of eating a bit messily.

The words she'd say to him, really had him taken back. It honestly.... meant a lot that she cared about his feelings so much, to be that antsy over upsetting him. Luckily for her, only CERTAIN things would really get under his skin, but not a lot. His feelings weren't easily hurt. But, he would recall that time he had been mad at her. Over something petty. So much so, he didn't want to be taken care of by her despite his sickened state, and likelihood of dying had he remained in the sun any longer. But, they were able to talk things out at least. Kamui was happy for that, she's definitely been the reason he'd be more wary of how he spoke. Given that he had upset her when calling her a crybaby.

There was a smile, ever so full of warmth and gentleness. One reserved for her alone, when he'd look down at their hands. It was as if on instinct, he'd lace their fingers with each other.

''Hey....'' He put aside the box of cream puffs, so he could caress one side of her face. His thumb brushes away tears from her eyes,

''You won't lose me. Nothing you say will ever get me to stop annoying you.'' He'd stroke her cheek gently with his thumb still. His gaze taking in the sight of her, the face he'd always have on his mind. Always thinking about her, always wanting to be around her. He really wished he knew what this obsession stemmed from, wishing he could understand more. The thought of losing her would make a tightening pain in his chest ensue.

Hopefully that'll never happen. Losing someone. . . . so precious to him.

''You should already know it takes a lot to truly piss me off. Even if you'd tease me, I really wouldn't mind. You should see how my men are sometimes, they say a lot of annoying crap. It never actually bothers me though.''

Has he ever truly been upset with her before? Kamui couldn't really think of anything. At least not before they became friends. Although, not even back then too. It was merely slight annoyance, but nothing major. It was interesting that she'd constantly talk back to him without any bit of intimidation. Hence why he kept on and on and on when it came to getting on her nerves.

''Don't apologize, but also. . . don't feel like you have to walk on eggshells around me either. You can feel comfortable joking around with me, and even if something crosses the line, which I doubt would ever happen, you know I'm always honest with you. You're one of the few people I'm like that with.''

Eventually, he'd pull her onto his lap, her back against his chest and he'd hug around her waist and rest his cheek against her shoulder.

''I'm really distrusting myself, maybe not as bad as your reason but... it sucks when you put all your faith in someone who promised something extremely important to you, only for them to lie constantly, and screw you over.'' His grip on her did tighten when thinking back to childhood memories.

''But... I trust you. I trust you a lot. I know you'd never betray me.'' He was assured of that much given everything that's happened between them thus far.

''You make me so happy.... you make me forget about all the bad things that'll often go through my mind. You....'' Crap, he was trying to keep himself together. He swallowed thickly.

''A-Anyway. . . .'' He'd heave a shaky sigh for a second. ''Don't stress so much about upsetting me alright? If anything, we can just talk it out afterwards anyway. We've done that before, haven't we?'' Lips pressed against her cheek, gaze retaining warmth when looking at her.

''I'll always be there for you, no matter what. I promise. You're MY favorite person as well, and I'll do anything to make sure we can stay friends.''

#IC. Kamui #| Kamui x Namida | She Lights Up The Darkness In My Life | jiraipink |#( ough. )#( they really have me in a choke hold )

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jedi-in-crocs · 6 months ago

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Summary: Bexley and Frankie have been married for a few years. They've never really thought about kids. They lived nextdoor to their best friends Jon and Zara. After years of trying to have a baby Jon and Zara decided that they would ask Bexley to be their surrogate.

"Families don't have to match. You don't have to look like someone else to love them" - Leigh Anne Tuohy

Part One: Surrogacy

Frankie had been unusually moody this morning he barely kissed Bexley goodbye as he left this morning. Bexley being the overly concerned overly worried person that she is texted him numerous times throughout the morning: "are you sure you're okay?" "is there anything I can get you at the store today? "

She knew it was bad if it was just a simple "no". As the day worn on she didn't bother him much. Bexley sat in her office designing a floor truss when a soft knock startled her out of her trance. Zara her best friend was standing there with a huge grin and two Starbucks drinks.

"Z! You scared the crap out of me!"

Zara smiles and hands her an iced coffee.. "well I was in the neighborhood getting my hair done and I thought I'd drop by to say Hi and bring you a pick me up" she says swinging her long braids . Bexley couldn't help but notice the K-flex on her arm. But she didn't say anything.

Bexley takes a drink "hmmm lookin' good! Hot momma!"

She quickly saves her work as Zara sits on the chair in Bexley 's office

"I wish I was a momma. " Zara sighed and looks down at her drink.

"It'll happen for you. I know it will. And you'll have a baby that Auntie Bex can spoil rotten" Bexley said turning around to face her.

Zara clears her thoughts and says "What are you and Frankie doing tonight? Its short notice but Id like to invite you guys over tonight for dinner. "

"We don't have anything planned. He's in a mood today but if it's free food and beer he'll be down." Bexley smiles

Well, I better get back home and get things ready see you guys at 7ish?" Zara says getting up and walking out of Bexley 's office

"Sounds good. Text me with what I can bring. Thanks for the drink." Bexley says Zara smiles and heads off.

Bexley pulls her medium length brown hair back in a clip and continues to work. It was unusual that Zara showed up randomly at her job like that. She checked her phone to see if she had missed a text from her but nothing.

Frankie works as an EMS helicopter pilot for the hospital. Jon worked with Frankie as a flight nurse. Bexley usually got home before he did.

Later that evening Frankie was on time she was sitting on the couch with one of their dogs, Daisy. Frankie came in grumbling under his breath. "Honey?" She said and she got off the couch and put the dogs out. He did say anything.

He plopped on the couch massaging his temples. Bexley walked over and sat beside him and said, "Baby, Are-" before she could get out the sentence he cut her off

"What Bexley?!" Frankie said with a raised voice.

"Nothing... I was just wondering how your day went" Bexley said sitting next to him... She took his hand "I'm sorry for whatever I did... I don't know what I did but whatever it is I'm sorry baby."

"Everything and everyone's pissing me off today. No matter what I do or go I can't shake off this crappy feeling. I just wanna be angry and snap at anything that moves." Frankie said before exhaling loudly. "It's not you baby." He said in a calmer tone

"Good.... Jon and Zara invited us for dinner and beers tonight. If you don't want to go I'm sure they'll understand" she said

He groaned. He hated social interaction when he is in his moods. After a few seconds of silence he spoke.

"Only do it for the alcohol because it's a good way to blow off steam...but I'm not gonna pretend that I'm interested, nor am I gonna be polite. I'll also just stare into the distance with a pissed off look." Frankie said

Bexley rubs his arm... "It'll be fine... Drink a few beers and watch the game. Watch Tom Brady lose again".. she says trying to make him smile.

"Don't mention that man's name... But yeah I do love watching him lose. It's satisfying." Frankie said as a small smile formed on face "But what if I can blow off all this anger another way? If you catch my drift?" He added, his smile turning into a smirk

She met his smirk "Oh? Well it's only 5:30. We don't have to be over there till 7"... She said rubbing his thigh.

"I think we can find something to do to kill some time." Frankie said before leaning in and pulling Bexley closer as he began to kiss her neck passionately. His breathing getting heavier and more passionate as he did.

"Hmmmm baby... That's my man...." She says purring. She pulled herself onto his lap.

Frankie continued kissing her neck. One hand gently massaging her hip while and other ran through her hair. He was in the zone now, and the only thing he was thinking about was the gorgeous woman sitting on his lap. "I want you." He whispered softly in her ear before gently bitting her earlobe.

"Hmmmm then have me. I'm a buffet for you baby" she said in a low voice

He smirked and looked into her eyes. "I plan on taking as much of the buffet as I can." He said before scooping her up from his lap and carrying her bridal style to their bedroom. She giggled as he carried her upstairs. He kicked their bedroom door opened before laying Bexley down on the bed. While staring at her with pure lust in his eyes. He kissed her deeply and passionately as he laid next to her, a hand caressing her thigh.

"Ohhhh... Hmmmmmm" . She moaned softly and pulled at his flannel shirt He sat up and ripped off his flannel shirt before moving his hands up her body to the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it over her head before looking at her body with pure admiration. He loved this woman with everything he had. "God you are so beautiful." He said admiring her body. She blushes a bit and pulled out her hair tie letting her brown hair fall. He gently ran his fingers through it and tucked a few strands behind her ear. "So beautiful." He whispers leaning in and placing tender kisses on her neck. He started peppering kisses down her body till he reached her stomach, his hands gently massaging her thighs and hips.

"Hmmmmmm. Mmmmmm". Bexley moaned as he massagd her thighs and hips. She sat up unhooked her bra and tossed it near the hamper. He couldn't help but smile into her skin as he kissed. Pulling her closer as he did. The feeling of her soft and warm skin against his was soothing to him. And he wanted her closer, more and more and more. He kissed and bit his way down her body, stopping at her hips and staring up at her. The sight of her taking him breath, she was so beautiful. He leaned up gently kissed a sensitive spot and then began slowly removing her jeans. She raised her hips letting him remove her jeans. He threw her jeans to one side of the room as he continued to kiss his way down her body. His hands holding her hips as he finally reached her panties. He stared at her for a moment before his kisses continued down her body. He was in no rush, he wanted to explore every bit of her body and worship her in a way she deserves.

She sat up and unzipped his pants... Reaching to palm at his crotch. Frankie let out a moan as he felt her hand against his crotch. He stared into her eyes, his own dark and filled with pleasure as she touched him. He leaned down and began trailing kisses on her neck as he gently removed her panties, his need for her only growing.

"Ohhhh... Baby"... She moaned softly

He groaned in pleasure as she said that, his hand gently gripping her hip and pulling her closer, needing to be as close as possible to her. He whispered softly onto her skin "You are so beautiful. So perfect. I love you." He said as his hand gently massaged her inner thigh, his lips never leaving her skin.

"I love you too" she said wrapping her arms around his neck.

He pulled her as close as possible, his hands gently roaming her body as he pressed his lips against hers. He kissed her passionately and lovingly, his tongue gently massaging hers as he deepened the kiss, the need for her and her taste was stronger than ever. He was addicted to her, he couldn't get enough. He moved his body to hover over hers, his kisses still full of passion and need as he laid her down on her back. He pulled her to the edge of his side of the bed holding her legs open her back flat against the bed. Frankie looked down at her, his breath catching in his throat as he stared at her. There were no words to describe how beautiful and sexy she looked. He was mesmerized in her, in the moment. He held her legs gently, staring down at her for a moment before gently sliding into her. He groaned at the feeling, his senses going into overload as he tried to not lose himself in her.

They both moaned loudly almost in unison. He groaned as well, the feeling of her was overwhelming to him. He started moving slowly, his pace gentle and tender as he kept a loving hold on her thighs. He looked down at her and watched her face as he gently moved in and out, the way she moaned and writhed beneath him only making him need her more. She held the edge of the bed as he held her legs thrusting into her. He stared at her as he thrusted, a bit of sweat already formed on his forehead. His breathing got heavy and more labored as the feeling of pleasure in his body got stronger and stronger. He whispered softly between breaths "I love you. I love you so much."

"Hmmmm.... That's it baby" she moans..... " I'm getting close"

Frankie could feel her body become tense and he felt himself nearing the edge, and he wouldn't last longer. He looked down at her intensely, watching as she got closer, his breath getting heavier and his grip on her legs getting tighter. He whispered softly "I love you. I love you. I love you." He whispered with each thrust as he moved. His eyes full of love and lust and need for her. He could feel himself reaching the edge. As he felt himself get closer he quickly reached for the condoms in his nightstand. He quickly grabbed a condom from the nightstand and tore it open, his breaths coming out in heavy puffs. He rolled it on quickly, but without taking his eyes off of her. He needed her, and needed to see her as he came undone.

She pants.... "I thought we were out..."

He groaned as he began moving again, this time with a bit more needy and aggressive as the need was growing so strong by now that it felt like a primal need now. The sight of her beneath him brought on a wave of want and desire that he needed to act on. "I got a new pack. Needed them soon I guess." He grunted out between breaths. He held her legs and thrusted in deeper. He just needed her so badly.

"Ohhh... You... Really... Ohhhhh did... Hmmmmmm" she held on to the bed as be kept thrusting into her deeply.

He groaned and his breaths got heavy and more shallow as he moved. He wasn't going to last long. He was so close. And looking down at her made things even worse and he groaned loudly. "I can't... Baby I.. I'm gonna.." He panted deeply through breaths and words.

"Come baby... Ohhhh baby I'm there ... " She moans and pants

He groaned loudly at hearing those words and as he looked down at her. The image of her and the words leaving her mouth sent him over the edge and he moaned loudly as he came undone, he tightened his grip on her legs as he panted heavily with each breath. She lifted her hips as her climax followed right after.

He panted heavily, his breaths coming out in exhausted puffs as he looked down at her with a tired yet satisfied look in his eyes. He gently let go of her legs as he slowly pulled out, breathing hard as he did. "You're incredible." He said before leaning down and kissing her.

"Hmmmm".. she kisses him back

He walks into the bathroom to take care of the condom. She follows him in there and turns on the shower. He steps into the shower and leans his back against the wall as the water runs over him. The steam rising up in the shower and the warm water relaxing his muscles. He stood there for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of the warm water before wrapping his arms around Bexley's waist and pulling her close, her back against his chest and his chin leaning into her shoulder. "Thank you." he whispered softly before placing a kiss on her skin. "Of course baby... What are wives for? She says with a grin. He sighed deeply and held her closer, enjoying the intimacy and the feeling of holding her so close. They stood like this for a few moments till he pulled himself away and grabbed the loofah and poured body wash over it before running it over her body, gently massaging it into her skin as he did. "I don't do this enough. I need to spoil you more." He mumbled with a tired and guilty look.

"You spoil me enough. I'm happy with our life. " She said confidently.

He smiled and planted a gentle kiss on her shoulder before continuing to massage the body wash into her skin, paying extra attention to her shoulders and back. He held her as close as he could as he did, still feeling somewhat guilty over the earlier argument and how he snapped at her. "I still feel like I don't do enough. Especially not with how hard you work. You're always taking care of my cranky old ass."

She giggled a bit "I love you and I know I can be cranky when that magical time of the month is happening"

He couldn't help but chuckle at that. She could be pretty grumpy during that time, but she could only take so much before she exploded. It was cute to watch her get all "grouchy" and her cheeks puff out, and she was adorable when she was trying to be angry but just ending looking cute.

"You're still adorable no matter how bitchy you get." He said while pressing another kiss into her shoulder.

"I'll take that as a compliment, by the way. I like this new shower head you got" she said

"Yeah it's a good one, better water pressure, saves a bit of water too." He said as the continued washing her body. He was taking his time, he wanted her to be as relaxed as possible. They still had plenty of time, and nothing but time. And he wanted her to enjoy it. He ran the loofah along her ass before crouching down to wash her feet.

After their shower she dries her hair as he gets dressed. She starts to curl her ends with her curling iron

"Hey did Jon act weird at work today?" She asked

He put on his favorite jeans and a t shirt and sat on the bed as she did her hair. He started rubbing the lotion onto his skin as she asked her question.

"Not that I noticed, why you ask?" He said, shrugging slightly. He was more concentrated on thinking about what the hell to say to them later on, and the possible scenarios, the anxiety wasn't making him feel great.

"Zara just popped in my office today. She brought me Starbucks normally she'd text me if I was busy. But she said she had gotten her hair done but she had on one of those kflex things like she had had blood drawn. " She said turning off the curling iron. She started to put on a bit of makeup.

Frankie looked puzzled by this and tilted his head slightly, wondering what they both could be up to. He kept rubbing lotion into his arms as he thought, slightly wondering what it was about. "That is weird, sounds very suspicious. What could they be up to?"

"Maybe another round of those fertility shots? They've been trying for like 5 years now. I think she's losing hope" Bexley said applying her blush.

Frankie sighs deeply. He feels bad for Jon and Zara, the both really wanted kids, but so far they haven't had any luck with it. And the fertility shots were the last hope, from what he knows. "Maybe it is, those two have really been wanting kids, I hate seeing them so disappointed."

"I know.... I wish there was something I could do for her... You know? She's been my best friend since we were in Pre school. " She said

He placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I know you do. You've always looked out for her, and would never want to see her being hurt." He knew how much Zara meant to her, and how badly she wanted her to be happy. He wished there was something he could do as well but, if those shots didn't work then there wasn't much that anyone could do. "Just be there for her if it doesn't work. She'll need you."

"You know I will be" .. she reaches to hold his hand... " Hey by the way did you let Jasper and Daisy in? "

He took her hand and held it in his as he stared at her with a puzzled look on his face. He didn't let the dogs in, so why was she asking? "No, I haven't let them in yet. They're still outside. Why?"

"Oh shit. They've been outside all this time" their eyes widened. Frankie made a mad dash downstairs and swung the back door open.

Frankie's heart sank at that as he opened the backdoor to see his two dogs sitting there, both looking tired and thirsty. He felt guilt and shame hit him like a train as he took in the sight of them. "Daisy! Jasper! Oh you two I'm so sorry!" He said as he knelt down to hug them both and pat their heads and bellies. They both jumped on him and immediately licked his face and whined. The pit/lab mix Jasper was so excited but the first thing Daisy, the English bulldog did was go directly for the food dishes. Bexley comes downstairs putting on her earrings

"My poor babies" . She said.

Frankie looked at Bexley, with Jasper still in his arms as she went over to check on the dogs. "I can't believe we forgot them." He said softly as he patted Jaspers back. He felt horrible about forgetting and he was certain that these two would never let him forget it.

She sighs and fixes their food. "That's what happens when you're having kinky hot sex" she said with a smirk

Frankie chuckled and nodded as he gave Jasper a tight squeeze. "You ain't wrong about that." He said with a smile, feeling some of his guilt disappear seeing the dogs happily eating their food.

She exhales a bit for relief.

"You ready to head next door?" She asks putting her phone in her purse.

Frankie stood up sighed. "As ready as I'll ever be." He said softly as he started to the backdoor, the anxiety and nerves building up in him.

She gives a half smile and holds his hand and grabs her purse. Frankie takes her hand and holds it tight, giving it an extra tight squeeze. The moment he had been dreading had come, and there was no more avoiding it. He took a deep breath as he headed out the door.

After dinner and beers and the Chiefs beating the Buccaneers 26-7 Frankie was in a my h happier mood.

Zara brought in a lemon cake in the living room for dessert and after she had distributed the slices her and Jon sat across from them and Jon turned off the TV. Zara took a deep breath and said "So this was more than just a dinner tonight."

Frankie had his arm around Bexley and he nodded as Zara spoke, the anxiety immediately rearing its ugly head. He sighed as he looked at her, bracing himself for the conversation that he knew was going to follow. Zara held Jon's hands and spoke nervously

"As you both know we've been having a lot of issues over the years conceiving. And I recently found out that I wouldn't be able to carry a baby to term"

Bexley said "I'm so sorry.There has to be other options for y'all right?"

Zara sighed deeply and nodded, trying to hold back her tears. "I don't know. We've about tried everything we can. My doctor said the best option left is to get a surrogate." She said softly as she rested her hand on Jon's.

Zara reached over and held Bexley 's hand "we want you to be our surrogate"

Frankie looked stunned.

Frankie's jaw dropped as she heard Zara's words, his eyes widening as he stared at the both of them. He couldn't believe what he had just heard, his heart pounding so loudly that he swore they could hear it. He sat there in silence for a moment before finally finding his voice. "What...?"

Jon spoke up "look I know this is a major thing to ask. It's tremendous. If you need time to think about it.. we understand "

Bexley shook her head and said "No, I don't need time. I'll do it."

Frankie looked over at Bexley as she answered. He wasn't sure what to think of this, he was happy that she was so on board with this, but at the same time he was scared. Having a child is a huge responsibility, and to have his wife carry that responsibility was scary. He gently squeezed her hand as he looked at Zara, still somewhat stunned by the whole situation.

Bexley spoke with confidence "I'll do it. I'll do anything to help you. I promise you both I'll keep your baby safe and healthy until it's born. "

Zara started crying and immediately hugged Bexley tightly, tears streaming down her face. "Thank you.. thank you so much." She said between sobs as she held on to her. Jon was just as grateful, holding on to her hand as well and he was looking a bit misty eyed himself.

"I love you Zara" Bexley said softly still hugging her tightly.

Zara pulled away from the hug and wiped her tears away as she smiled at Bexley. "I love you too." She said softly, her voice still somewhat shaky. As the emotion began to subside a bit, Frankie took her hand in his again. His heart was still beating loudly, but not as fast as it was, and he was slightly calmer now as he took it all in.

Bexley wiped her tears as they sat back and finished dessert. Zara gave her the specialist's number so she can start making her appointments.

Frankie and Bexley walked home in slight silence, hand in hand as he tried to process the events of the evening. The idea of having a baby was a lot to process, but having been raised on the idea of family being the most important thing, it had crossed his mind numerous times over the years, so the idea wasn't foreign to him. He held her hand tightly, glad that she would be beside him as they went through this new journey. They walked in their house being greeted by their dogs .

"Frankie? You've been quiet" she said

Frankie smiled as he saw Jasper and Daisy, both of them running up and jumping up on him, their tails wagging wildly. He gave them both a pet before they ran off to their beds. He looked over at Bexley and nodded, realizing he had been quiet the entire walk home. "Yeah, sorry. Just a lot to take in you know?"

"Yeah it is. Remember how I said that I wished there was something I can do?" She said leaning against the kitchen counter.

Frankie nodded, remembering their conversation in the shower earlier. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze as he listened. "Yeah, I do." He said softly.

"This is what I can do. I'm not 30 yet. I'm healthy I can do this for them" Bexley spoke with such bravery it was inspiring to Frankie

Frankie looked at Bexley, seeing the determination in her eyes. She was a strong and healthy woman, and he knew that she would be able to carry the baby for Zara and Jon. He gave her a small smile and nodded, knowing that she was more than capable of doing this. "You're right. You are healthy and you are strong. I know you'll be able to do it for them.”

"How do you feel about me doing this? Be honest" she said still holding his hands

He took a deep breath and looked her in the eyes as he spoke. “Honestly? I’m scared. It’s a big responsibility and it’s gonna be tough to see you go through the pregnancy. But at the same time, I’m proud of you because you’re doing this for them. And you’re doing what needs to be done. Even though I’m scared, I know you’re stronger than anyone I know, and I trust you to bring this baby into the world.” she pulls him closer.

She nodded and spoke softly.. "I know it's scary. We have never talked about kids of our own."

Frankie looked down at her. He had often thought of a future where they had a family, but never brought it up with her because he didn’t want to pressure her. "Yeah, we never really have. I would be lying if I said I didn't want us to have kids of our own someday."

"Yeah... I'd like one or two someday. I just figured if it happens it happens." She said with a shrug.

Frankie nodded as he listened to her, feeling relieved that she was interested in having kids. He felt a sense of relief hearing her say that. He took her hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze, looking into her eyes. "Yeah me too. I'd love to have a family someday with you. Hopefully it happens for us."

"I know it will baby"she said with a gentle smile

He smiled softly as she spoke, feeling his heart flutter as she said it. "You really think so?" He said softly, feeling hope begin to build up in him but also fearing that it may not happen.

*Of course". She says wrapping her arms around his waist. Frankie placed his arms around her, holding her close as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "I sure hope you're right, baby." He whispered softly, his lips brushing against her hair.

"I love you... Thank you for your support and respect " she said looking up at him with admiration.

Frankie smiled as he held her close, feeling his heart swell with love as she thanked him. "I love you too. And you're welcome, baby. I know how much this means to Zara and Jon, and I respect that. And I respect your decision to be their surrogate."

She lays her head against his chest and closes her eyes. Frankie held her close, gently rubbing her back as she laid her head against his chest, feeling her body relax against his. He gently kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes, savoring the moment with her.

Part 2 coming soon

#frankie catfish morales #pedro pascal fanfic #orginal character #frankie morales fanfiction

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justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms · 1 year ago

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H-Hello! If the matchup are still open, can I ask for one..?

• Fandom(s): Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail, Legend of Zelda

• Name (optional): Yume

• Pronouns: She/Her

• Sexuality: Hetero

• Zodiac/MBTI: Aries/INFJ

• Appearance: dark brown hair that reach mid/lowerback, dark brown eyes, I'm 5'4" I think (165cm), and has a big chest (and I hate it!)

• Personality: I'm a shy and introverted person, that doesn't talk if not asked to, both due to shyness and also because I fear disturbing/saying something wrong. I keep to myself alot, but I like helping others. I can get aggressive if anyone attacks my friends or loved ones, as I'm loyal to a fault, defending my friends and loved ones no matter what. I'm usually very calm and patient, reeeeeally patient. And it means I take alot of time to actually snap and act rude, as I just add more salt to my injuries until I can't take anymore and vomit all on the person who made me snap. I also can be quite the opposite, and be as cold as ice with my words when deeply hurt. Other says I'm kind and caring, I'm also very anxious person.. (I could write more but I don't want to bother you.....)

• Likes and Dislikes: I like stars, the sea, books (any really), flowers, astrology and astronomy, crystals and gems (or shiny things in general, help....), arts, music (as a really young child I really wanted to be a singer), voice acting/dubbing (this one especially, as I dreamed to be one, before my dreams were crushed by my own father and aunt who believed it's not a worthy work...), daydream, writing, playing videogames, helping others, dragons, listening to others, and, of course, animals (I have a cat, and cats in general tend to like me alot, can't have a dog even if I wanted one due to my father's fear of dogs). Also the colors: green, blue and orange. • I dislike insects (I have a phobia..) not all though as I like butterflies, bee and bumblebees, bullies, loud sounds (especially screams or thunders), being alone, my anxiety, calling with the phone (I get anxious...), betrayals, feeling useless, some vegetables, not being able to talk with my friends, my sensitive self who cries with anything, hurting others.

• Hobbies: singing, analyzing friends to assign them with characters, writing, fandubbing, watching tv, playing videogames, reading, drawing (not good at it sadly.), analyzing characters to understsnd them better.

• Any extra information: When I'm very happy I tend to sing some words while talking, offline I tend to talk rubbish when trying even with friends... while online I can write without problems.

Sorry I bothered you, thank you for this. Sorry for the length of it and mistakes, english is not my first language.

Hi Yume! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. No need to worry about the length; I've had requests that are way longer. And your English is very good! I hope you like your matchups!

In Genshin Impact, I match you with...

Kazuha’s a very quiet person himself so there’s no need to worry about one person dominating the conversation in your relationship. He’ll always listen to you attentively when you talk and will value your opinions.

Enjoys stargazing with you. He’s seen the sky from a lot of different places and he can tell you a lot about the different constellations.

Please sing with him. Kazuha’s got a nice voice and will hum or harmonise with you. Even if he doesn’t know the song, he’ll tap his foot or dance around with you.

You and Kazuha have an ongoing stream of writing bouncing back and forth between the two of you. One of you will write a poem or love letter and the other will respond in kind.

Kazuha enjoys spending quality time with you and he would especially love it if you read to him while the two of you are relaxing. He finds your voice captivating and enjoys listening to stories unfold with you.

Bonus matchup: platonically, you would get along really well with Mona! You share a lot of interests and your personalities would mix well.

In Honkai Star Rail, I match you with...

Caelus is your video game partner. He enjoys playing games and is pretty good at them. He’s also happy to watch if the game you’re playing is single player. He’ll make suggestions and provide commentary.

Will get rid of bugs for you. He doesn’t hate bugs but he’s also not a huge fan of them so it’s a win-win if he gets rid of them.

Enjoys listening to you talk about your interests. He thinks you’re interesting and will always encourage you to say what’s on your mind. No need to worry about saying something wrong; Caelus is very laid back.

I think Caelus would like to join you in dubbing different videos. He may not be super talkative but he likes doing different voices for different characters. It’s fun goofing off with him.

Thinks it’s really cute how you sing some words when you’re happy. It’s a goal of his to hear that at least every few days and he’ll do what he can to make that happen.

In Legend of Zelda, I match you with...

Quiet buddies. You and Link probably won’t say a lot when you’re hanging out with friends but you’re more talkative in private. I see Link as someone who only talks around people he’s very comfortable around.

Loves listening to you sing. He won’t join in but will back you up with whatever instrument he has on hand.

Whenever he’s travelling and comes across a book he knows you don’t have, he’ll bring it back for you. He might ask you to read it to him as well. He’s carried that book with him for a while, he’s interested in finding out what it’s about.

No need to worry about loud noises with Link around. He’s avoiding them as much as possible as well. If loud noises are unavoidable, like in a town square, he’ll hold your hand for the mutual support.

Another one who enjoys stargazing with you. He finds it relaxing and a good way to clear his mind. Plus, he gets to spend time with the person he cares about most and you’re both enjoying your time.

#writing #fanfic #matchup #matchup request #request #genshin impact #kazuha kaedehara #honkai star rail #caelus #legend of zelda #link

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emeritus-fuckers · 1 year ago

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Hellow, i would also like to take part in your match up event? I'm pretty new here i hope thats alright, i've also never requested something i hope this is the way to do it 😅 I'd like to be matched up with a ghoul / ghoulette ( preferably a ghoulette cus men kinda scare me hehe but if you find one of the ghouls to be a better match i'd be ok with that 😂)

I'm a 20 year old Enby, 5,7 and a healthy slightly muscular built. I've got blueish white hair thats about chin length with two longer strands that reach my collarbone. I have a few freckles and blue / gray eyes :)

When meeting new people i'm usually rather quiet till i feel like i kinda have an idea of what kind of person my opposite is. Once i feel comfortable /close with a group i usually supply plenty of dad jokes and become quite touchy (cough cough what do you mean laying across two of your friends laps during games night is not what friends do ?!?)

Ironically i don't like being touched by people i don't know extremely well ( part just plain ol sensory issues part ✨spicy memories✨(not the fun kind 😂) ) and consent is therefore really important to me.

I have a rather hard time forming friendships and relationships cus it takes quite some time for me to a) talk to people like how do you do that? b) i often worry a lot about others perception of me and i therefore rarely speak my mind or open up about my struggles ( u know the occasional deppressive episode, flashbacks n panic attacks) he he

When alone ( which i happily am most of the time cus i'm usally drained asf after work) i like to play guitar ( acustic and electric), spend time in the garden or going on walks by the coast, expecially in the early evening ^^ and work on my elven costume for whatever renfaire is coming up next hehe.

Oh i'm also a florist aand a big sucker for lemon flavoured baked goods, tea, having someone braid little braids in my hair while cuddling, my weighted blanket, and all sorts of fluffy animals ( moths also fall into that category for me 😂)

I hope this isn't too long and sorry for any typos 😅

Thank you in advance 🙈🤗

This post is a part of Match-up Event. The Event ended on July 15th.

Your match is... Cumulus

Cumulus is shy at first too. But she is very easy to talk to so you both gradually start talking a lot more to each other.

She always checks your consent.

She won't touch you until she knows you are totally okay with it.

She is very gentle and warm with you. She is patient, and she gives you plenty of time to open up on your own terms

She would never, ever judge you. She makes sure you know that.

She is very happy to lie there and listen to you play guitar. She'll often hum or sing along.

She's really good at sewing so offers to help with your costume if you need.

She happily bakes you lemon flavoured goods while singing to herself.

She also loves to cook for you in general. She wants you to feel safe and looked after.

Once you are happy for her to, she will hold you close to her and braid your hair. She loves doing that for you.

If you are okay with it, she'll also rub her cheek against yours.

Written by Nyx

#anon #match up event #match up #ghost band #ghost bc #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghost x reader #cumulus ghoulette #cumulus x reader #cumulus ghost

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liliths-missing-pen · 2 years ago

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hihi, here for that match up in twst ;)

starting off with some things; i'm a sagittarius, moon sign is scorpio, my rising sign is cancer, ruling planet is jupiter. my mbti type is INFP-T, and my enneagram type is 6w5

with that being said, here's what i'm described by people and what i describe myself. i am described as patient, understanding, sensitive, funny, and open-minded. i also see myself stoic to my emotions at times because i don't like it when people see me when i'm in negative states like if i'm angry, sad, or frustrated and most of the time i succeed with it, another thing about me is that i'm a paranoid person, and clumsy- i also am a person who just laughs a lot

my likes; i like having one on one times with people i love especially my close friends or my s/o, i like baking, manga, fashion (some people also say i'm stylish), gardening at times, putting on makeup, roller coasters, swimming, partying at times, boba, and lastly, i like to know if i'm safe

now to what i hate; i don't like being yelled at, pushed around, not being given a chance, being left out, having my things taken without being asked

with my physical appearance; i have curly hair that's a shoulder length with bangs, and i'm about 5'1"-5'4" (changes every time 😭), i'm kinda spoon shaped-

my type; honestly, someone who isn't toxic, doesn't leave me out, is understanding and always listens to me. well respect my boundaries and decisions, makes effort into the relationship to make it all the way to the end, handles my overwhelming emotions, and takes risks with me

Lol hiii bestieeee I'm sorry this took so long. I started like two weeks ago-

I match you up with…

Kalim!

Honestly, I was really tempted to match you up with Floyd just because of all that shit you did with ai 😭 (yes of you’re wondering instead of doing homework after I ended that call I instead ran from responsibilities and decided to write your matchup instead-)

Since you have this really calm, chill vibe around from just knowing you I feel you and Floyd would complement one another. Just imagine: After a long day at NRC you go to the Monstro Lounge to see your darling Floyd after you make eye contact with him he immediately leaves the table he was serving a moment ago to go ahead and greet his Shrimpy.

Anyways! That’s not who I matched you up with! I just got too self-indulgent writing that- also a bit of laughing while thinking about it

Honestly knowing you for over 2 years (holy shit) it's been clear that you're level-headed, stoic, but at the same time one of the most fantastic friends I've had in a long time. I think you'd make an excellent match for Kalim since you are almost like the sun and the moon type of ship.

Kalim is easily excitable but you're much more calmer than he is so you'd be the time to reground him. He'd love to hug you all the time, also since you don't like feeling being left out (but tbh who does?) he'd be sure to make sure you'd always be near him! When he throws parties and wanders around greeting and talking with other people he'd either take you with him or he'd stay right next you since he's just so committed to you <3

Also risks? He's fully on that! Much to Jamil dismay. On note of Jamil he doesn't know if you're a blessing or a curse. He knows that he's always safe with you but at the same time, since you can be quite unpredictable and like to take tons of risks if he can't find Kalim he starts to get worried, get ready for tons of texts your way lol

Also whenever you get yourself into shit or you just simply need someone to listen to you after an incident he'll be there in under ten minutes flat. He'll want to be there for you and listen he just cares about you too much

Runners-Up

Jamil Viper

Floyd Leech

Vil Schoheit

#💞 | lilith’s matchups #😙 | moots #twst matchups #kalim al asim #kalim

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ellowynthenotking · 11 months ago

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Jan 21

Dear Dad,

I know it's been a little while since I wrote. Sorry about that. We left the lord's little castle the day after, the day after the wedding. I don't know why we got a day and a half together locked in a room. But I guess the others didn't want to get caught in a loop of weird stuff like that happening over and over again. I completely understand, but also, that bed was warm, big, and soft.

I miss that bed.

It's cold. I've been cold since we left. Absolutely freezing, actually, cause we've mostly been out in the cold the whole time.

Which is just not great. Cause I'm cold all the time. I'm honestly a little worried I'm going to lose my toes. I can't actually tell you for sure the last time I can remember feeling them. It's been that long. I mean, I also can't remember the last time I actually thought about my toes at length. Still, you really notice when you can't really feel them anymore.

In other, also confusing news, I think I'm married, I guess? To Grace, I mean. We were not just allowed, but encouraged to keep the rings we exchanged, which, you know, feels very wedding-y to me. And it's not just, you know, we were wedded and then locked in a room. I feel much closer now to Grace because we mostly just talked for hours because of that. But there's just something about all of it. I feel like, maybe, I'm looking at her differently now? It's not. I knew she was pretty before, but seeing her up in that dress was something else.

And then just spending time together. Learning about her with no idea when we'd be able to leave the room, but it was a guilded cage. We were completely safe and comfortable. Well fed.

There was nothing to really think too hard about.

I just, I would love a thousand more nights like that. Preferably without being locked in the room, but I don't think anything will ever match the time we spent together.

We were only there for a little while, but the whole place was a trip! It was insane! It was crazy! All the people there? Crazy. Should not have power over anyone cause they're going to abuse it. 0/5 stars would not recommend it to another road-weary traveler.

They'd be lucky to make it out with their lives. I mean, I don't know what was going to happen to us, but I'm not entirely sure we should have made it out. It's absolutely insane.

At least we're out. And now we're somewhere that actually is safe. Well, safe enough. For now, at least.

Granted, we have to pay to be here, but in my book, it's better than being out in the cold.

Riley and everyone else are mad at each other, probably the cause of the terrible weather conditions and the fact that we're once again squished into a room that's way too small for all six of us. We should have just gotten two rooms. But we're poor.

We have no money, ever. We work for it, but apparently, we'll always just be a little poor.

It might be because we have no real plan. Like ever. We just bounce around from place to place for the most part.

I hope to be home soon, but I don't know if we will be.

We don't even really know where we're going at this point. And it's hard to actually plan for anything, any of it, when we don't even know how we'll get home at this point.

I'm just happy to have a bed again, honestly. Sleeping on the cold hard ground sucks, and I don't think anyone should do it. Can I actually control when I get to do it? No. But it'd be nice to even have an air mattress or something.

Anything would be great. Really.

At least with everything that happened at the castle, I got to keep the ring, and I think Grace is keeping hers. We could probably sell it for some big money, but I don't know.

It means a lot to me.

Hopefully, I can write to you soon,

Love Jack

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that-one-weeb-but-starwars · 3 years ago

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One Night| Hunter

Note: Nsfw content,

Warnings: creampies, p in v, facials, squirting, name calling, rough, hair pulling, light choking, smoking 18+ content

Reader: Female

"Thanks again." Y/n thanked the kessel burbon slid to her, sliding credits to Cid, "any more missions?"

"No,those clone boys took the last one I had." Cid spoke, "there won't be any more for a few cycles."

"Clones took my jobs?" Y/n questioned, sipping the hard liquor.

"Yeah! When wrecker through those KT troopers like it was nothing!" Omega cheered as the group walked down into the bar.

"Speak of the devil." Cid spoke, Y/n turning her head.

"Yes Wrecker's strength was acceptionally helpful this mission. Yet Omega's new tracking skills came in handy." Tech spoke.

"And Echo's climbing skills! How do you do that with one hand?!" Omega cheered.

"Pratice." Echo spoke.

Hunter chuckled at Omega's happiness.

"We did good boys-"

He stopped, seeing Y/n casually talking to Cid, sipping on her drink, her hair a mess, a few braids in her short hair making her hair uneven in both long and short length. In baggy black robes a belt tired tigh around her waist. Boots knee high with her baggy pants tucked in. Her eyeliner red and in sharp wings up towards her relaxed brows.

She turned her gaze towards hunter, her eyes a cybernetic white, then her head followed. Her gaze lingering on him as she smiled smally.

"Oh no no no! Watch your eyes dark and broody!" Cid argued, rushing around the counter.

"Don't mind me I'm also looking disrespectfully." Y/n teased getting up from her seat, following behind Cid.

"Uh," Hunter tried to speak, woah was his only thought process, "Your...new."

"Not knew. Just havent seen me before." Y/n smiled, standing next to Cid with a hand on her hip, "names Y/n's and Im presuming you all are the clones that have been taking my jobs?"

"Oh, we are?" Omega looked up at Hunter, who was still at a lost for words.

"What?" Hunter asked looking down at Omega.

Y/n chuckled, walking up to the longer haired male, "Listen, dark and broody, we can be friends. I just want my missions."

She leaned into his face, his face becoming red "Y-yeah..."

"Thanks then." Y/n smiled, his eyes gazing to his banana, "I'll take this as payment for taking my last missions."

With ease she pulled the headband off his head, turning her head half way to talk to Cid she smiled.

"I'll see you late then mom." Y/n chuckled, nudging Hunter as she passed, "Im off to collect some credits Im owed."

"Did she just call Cid Mom?" Wrecker questioned Y/n walking out the bar and up the steps.

"I believe she did." Tech responded.

Hunter was hit in the side with Cid's walking staff, "I'm docking your pay half!"

"What!?" Hunter argued.

"Thats what you get for lookin at my kid like that!" Cid defended, "watch it next time"

"Well if our pay has already been docked. She was quiet pretty. Her eyes especially." Tech repsonded as Hunter nudged him hard.

"Hey-"

"Don't worry, Hunter if you marry her Cid's your new mom!" Wrecker laughed shoving the man.

"I don't even know her!" Hunter argued.

"And that'll never happen!" Cid defended, "now watch it before I dock all your pay! You won't be seeing her again."

"But she took Hunter's bandanna." Omega pointed out, Hunter feeling his head.

"She did?!"

"And I thought Wrecker had it bad for that twilek girl he helped at the market." Echo told.

So there Hunter was, left the whole day with no headband, atleast 3 standard hours he waited, rubbing his head feeling as if he was missing something, well he was missing something.

"Hey! Mom! You'll never guess the load I got this time!" Y/n called out walking down the steps and into the bar, "I beat fifteen of the finest warriors apparently! Yeah right!"

Y/n walked in, gym bag at her side, the boys turning to the girl, stripped down to a tank top and a diffrent set of black pants that were tucked into her boots, a certain red bandana around her thigh.

"Oh you're all still here." She spoke, "I was-"

Hunter stepped infront of her, "I'd like my bandana back."

"Hm? Yeah come on." Y/n spoke, walking around him, "follow me."

"Yeah no sorry- not happening-" Hunter argued grabbing her wrist, "just hand it over."

Y/n ripped her wrist from him, hurting his hand in the process, "well then take it off, its right there."

Hunter kept his gaze away from Y/n's thigh, her ahoulder looking interesting at the momment.

"Well its mine then." Y/n spoke going to walk away but her arm was grabbed, Hunter turning to her as he kept his gaze up, his hands feeling for the band,

She chuckled, "little higher and you'll be at my zipper-"

He sighed looking away as he felt his bandana, his hand reaching around and untying it from her thigh.

"You smell nice." Y/n teased

"I don't see how you're Cid's kid." Hunter commented.

"Not by blood sweetheart." Y/n commented.

There was a chuckle as Hunter turned his head, Tech and Echo going back to there silence Wrecker luckily out and about with Omega. Hunter removed the band finally as Y/n chuckled.

Y/n leaned over, kissing Hunter's cheek as he flushed, "rooms down the hall on your left, we should be lucky my mom's on the upper floors."

Hunter only nodded as Y/n walked away, waving to his two brothers who were playing sabbec at the bar.

Hunter turned around to follow her a few mintues later, "don't be too loud."

Hunter glared at the two but made his leave anyways, following Y/n's instructions. Making it to the last door he knocked the door sliding open as Y/n sat on the floor, a tray in her lap, neon fairy lights on the strung carelessly on the walls and ceiling, weapons littered on the floor, some things hanging on the walls, there was a mess of the bed.

"So you came." She spoke popping whatever she was rolling into a jar, setting it on her nightstand and pushing the tray into the drawer. Standing up zhe grabbed a box of matches, throwing herself into one of the large bean bag chairs, big enough for two people, "lock the door would you?"

He did as asked, "why call me in here?"

"Well...Dark and Broody." Y/n spoke, "sit, come on."

Patting the seat besides her he walked over, "I have a name."

"Okay? Tell me it."

"Hunter."

"Okay Hunter." She spoke, "you seemed tense. So we. Me and you. Are gonna smoke-"

"Smoke? Smoke what-"

"One of these." Y/n spoke holding up the jar, "Kessel herb."

"Spice? Yeah no-"

"No. Herb." Y/n defended, "there's a big difference."

Hunter watched her swish the jar around in front of him, "you pick one for me atleast."

Mentally sighing he did as asked, Pulling out a joint for her she smiled, closing the jar and setting it aside, "atleast this doesn't smell bad, smells like flowers."

Hunter watched her open up the match box, the joint between her lips as she striked the first match, a complete dud, she moved onto the second one, also a dud, by the fourth one Hunter was wondering if she'd ever light the thing.

"Dropped them in water-"

"I can do it." Hunter cut off, Y/n gladly handing him the match box as she leaned over, he striking out on the first match but the second one he got working, the flame bright and prominet despite the red undertone of the lights, leaning over as well he lit the thing easy as pie.

"Thanks."

He watched her take a deep inhale in bowing out through her nose she leaned back, muscles already calming and relaxing.

"Why did you really call me in here."

"I told you to smoke." Y/n spoke, "I know a stressed man when I see one. Shit half the time I am a stressed man."

Hunter watched her take in another puff, "Plus it would ruffle my moms scales."

Hunter chuckled Y/n was right about that much, "yet also wanted to see if you wanted to hook up for a night."

Hunter coughed, not because of the smoke but the abruptness, "I'm sorry?"

"Well I seen you look at me the way you did earlier," she told, "and you're pretty good looking, but you seem to atleast have a good head on your sholders, men I know that look at me usually make a comment right away, you kept them to yourself."

Hunter responded with silence, "it's just a suggestion, an idea." She told him turning to look at him.

Again silence and Y/n contuined to smoke as if it was no problem that he said no, he found it, hot, sexy even. She knew what she wanted and she asked if told no she was okay with that, carrying out through her day.

"Why me?"

"I just explained why, you." Y/n spoke, "its yes or no tense guy."

Hunter shifted, its been a while, he mentally sighed, Y/n returning to smoking casually. Was this a way of teasing? If it was, it was harsh, and it was working. Shifting once more there chlothed and armored touching one another.

Damn, Hunter thought, to have her strong thigh in his hand, his head between her thighs. He looked up seeing Y/n pull the joint away once more, feeling the stare Y/n turned her head

"Wanna try it after all?" Y/n questioned, bringing the joint infront of him, "if not more for me."

Fuck it, the empire rules the galaxy, the republic fell, his brother is trying to kill them, what could he possibly loose from having any fun.

He took it with gloved fingers bringing it to his lips, Y/n watched him take a deep inhale, Y/n impresssed.

"This isnt your first rodeo." She teased.

He leaned in closer to her, if even physically possible, removing the joint from his lips, he pushed closer to Y/n, his lips placed on her's softly, and only for a momment, then pulled away, strings of smoke coming from both there lips now as Hunter's mind felt clear, relaxed.

"Lets do it." Hunter responded, usuing his armor as an ash tray, pressing the ashes to death on his chest plate as the embers died.

"One puffs not gonna get you anywhere." Y/n teased.

"But you will..." he whispered against her lips, pressing furthur once more he kissed her.

The kiss much more passionate than the first, Y/n running her hands through his hair, his bandanna slipping off in the process as she tossed it away.

"Fuck you're so hot..." He whispered into the kiss, Y/n moaning softly, his hands untucking her white tank top from her pants.

"Don't tell Im sharing with someone, thats why you came back all undressed." He teased against her lips, his hands hiking up her t-shirt past her covered breast.

"If sharing means arena fights. Then yes." Y/n teased back causing Hunter to chuckle.

Hunter pulled away, unclapssing his armor as she watched, letting it be tossed to the floor he was stripped down to his blacks. Bitting her lip at the buldge in his blacks, he leaned back into her,kissing her lip's passionately, forcing his tongue into her mouth she groaned, his touange pressing against his as they fought.

The kiss ended in a tie, both pulling away panting, Hunter let his hand's find her bare skin in the mean time, traveling up her adoment and covered breast he found her shirt, pulling away he lifted it over her head and arms. About to kiss her again she stopped him, pulling on the edge of his blacks, she pulled his shirt up, he lifting his arms in the process, his gloves rolling off with his sleeves in the process. Tossing the article of chlothing somewhere random. He removing her black sports bra, he kissed her just above her breast.

She humming in pleasure as he did so, traveling up to her neck, kicking her boots and socks off in the process, her legs tensed squeezing together Hunter had found her sweet spot, the space just above her collar bone, where her muscle was tense.

"H-hunter..." she panted, kissing the side of his head as she let out a soft groan, her head rolling back as her fingers tugged on his hair.

"You drive me crazy doing that..." Hunter whispered against her skin, dragging his kisses down her chest, and to her breast, where he let himself take in one of her soft buds.

"Fuck..." he moaned, his hair being pulled once more.

"Maker you're mouths amazing-" Y/n spoke her legs squeeze together tighter, adding to her pleasure as she groaned.

Switching over to give the second one just as much attention his hand cupped her other breast, squeezing her battle scared flesh softly, his other hand slipping behind her waist band slipping into her panties.

Hunter pulled away from her bud with a intoxicated look, "Your soaked..."

Y/n chuckled, "and you're hard as a rock..."

Pulling his hands away from her, she watched him undo her pants, pulling them down as quick as he could, and with her help of kicking them off they were gone.

Y/n reached for the last of his blacks, pulling them off his hips he pulled at them as well, removing his boxers as well. His chlothes barely releasing his length, Y/n's hand wrapped around the base of his aching cock.

Y/n's face laced with warmth and a teasing smirk she let her thumb rub the strip under the base of his cock, he groaned watching her tease his cock. His hand pulling at her panties she raised her hips to help, and he loosely pulled them down enough to let his hand go between her legs.

His finger's teasing her clit softly as she meweled, "Fucking hell..." she whined softly.

Both messes under each other's touches Y/n picked up a pace, her hand starting to milk his cock as he moaned heavily, body both relaxed and tense he gripped her thigh.

"Easy- now..." Y/n whispered to him, planting a soft kiss on his lips, "Don't wanna finish just in my hand do we?"

Hunter shook his head no, "you better be on something...I'm gonna cum in you till you beg me to stop..." he moaned.

She chuckled, leaning into his ear, "yeah? Am I gonna be sitting in pools of your cum?"

"Fuck yeah you are." He told her, "f-from every fuckin hole, starting with you're mouth."

She was taken back both by comment. He stood up as she looked up at him, his cock in her face, she moved forward, her lips brushing against his cock as she licked his tip, the taste of Pre-Cum now on her touange.

"Salty..." she teased kissing down his shaft, her hand wrapping around his base. Looking up at him his face was flushed, yet still held a determined look of lust in his eye.

Pulling back to the tip of his cock she kissed the tip, opening her mouth she pushed his tip in, her hands resting on his hips.

Fuck does he feel so good down my throat, Y/n thought, her eyes closed as she moaned, bobbing her head almost instantly causing Hunter to groan.

"Easy doll. You don't wanna choke." He teased, watching her bobbing increase he moaned loudly, her pace only increasing, "Maker you know to suck cock- s-shit-"

Y/n pulled away jacking his siliva covered cock off, "H-hunter fill me with your cum please. I wanna be in a pool of your cum."

He covered his mouth, what the fuck., but he wasnt complaining, watching her deep throat him again he groaned, his hips starting to pool back and thrust, and as soon as he knew it he was holding the back of her head, mouth fucking her hard.

"Yeah baby take it all...like a little slut take it all for me." He moaned, " hell- I'm-"

Hunter hit deep inside her mouth, cumming down her throat, mid way pulling out letting the rest coat her face.

"H-hunter!" She meweled, but he covered her mouth, not wanting anyone to hear.

She swallowed his cum, groaning into his hand as he pulled his hand away.

"They can't hear us..." she panted, cum covered her face and mixed with her drool as she tried to catch her breath, "t-the walls are solid concrete..."

"Well then...I suppose I will be making you scream..." he panted as she bit her lip, looking down at her he chuckled.

Face covered in cum, running down her lips and chin, her breast perky, marks already starting to form on her neck, her panties down to her knees as she sat waiting for him, flushed and horny.

"Maker I can not wait to put my cock in that tight pussy of your's." He told her, his thumb holding her chin.

"Then do it. Fuck me till you can't cum no more" she begged, watching him kneel down infront of her, causing him to chuckle.

"I want a taste of you first." He told her.

Pulling her panties off she bit her lip as he grabbed her legs roughly by the back of her knees, spreading them from one another, she shifted in her spot, allowing her legs to spread a bit wider and give him a better veiw. Hunter didn't bother teasing her, her pussy soaked and aching as he dived in, eating at her clit.

"F-fuck Hunter!" She cried, her back arching as she gripped onto his hair immediately.

Y/n was in heaven, Hunter between her legs completely devoring her.

"Baby so sweet..." he moaned into her cunt, licking up every bit of her fluid he could, shoving his touange deep inside her.

"Oh- maker! Fuck me! Please fuck me!" She begged, his fingers joining his touange deep inside her, as an incoherent mewel escaped her lips, his fingers thrusting deep inside her.

"Come on baby..squirt for me i wanna taste it." He whispered against her cunt.

"H-holy shit!" Y/n exclaimed, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, eating her raw her back arched and her legs squeezed together but he pulled away, spanking her on the back of the thigh.

"Do that again and I'll stop eating you out and fuck you until you're raw." Hunter deamnded, she nodded mindlessly, as he went back to devoring her.

Her pussy pulsating as he shoved his touange deep insider her, his fingers competing for space.

"H-hunter..." she whined, feeling like she was to snap, "H-Hunter- Hunter! Hunter!"

She squirted into his mouth, her legs squeezing together in pleasure.

"F-fuck!" She moaned, back arching as her legs shook, "F-fuck,"

He pulled away from her, flicking her clit with his fingers intesifiying her orgaism. Moaning loudly she watched him getting up to his knees he leaned over her grabbing her face.

"I told you if you closed your legs again I'd fuck you until your raw." He argued as Y/n blushed deeply.

"I'm sorry sir..." she apologized, pussy still pulsating, still completely soaked with a mix of her own cum and his siliva.

"What did you call me?"

"S-sorry daddy." She apologized.

"Atleast you know your place."

Holy fuck, where did this Hunter come from? Not that she knew Hunter at all, but it was still a shock to see the 'dark and broody' man become such a sex addict that liked to be called daddy.

"You either call me daddy or sarge," he demanded grabbing her chin, "understand?"

She nodded in response.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes daddy."

"Good girl..." he praised, "the better you are the more cum you'll get, understand?"

"Yes daddy."

He spred her legs open again, his knees resting on the bean bag below her as he lined himself up with her soaked entrence. Pushing his tip in her she moaned loudly, her feet resting on his hips, he chuckled, grabbing her hips tightly he shoved himself in her fully.

"F-fuck!" She cried out, "Oh maker yes!"

He started beating into her without warning, she crying out in pleasure as her body shook.

"D-daddy so rough! Oh-yes!" She shouted.

"Touch yourself While I fuck you," he demanded, her hand hand reaching between her legs,rubbing her clit while he fucked her senseless, "Good girl, looks like someone wants to be filled with cum."

She moaned nodding her head in the process as he beating balls deep into her, hearing his cum filled balls slapping against her soaked skin.

"F-fuck daddy please!" She begged, one of his hands finding the back of her hair as he gripped it, arching her over.

"Please what baby girl? Come on. Tell daddy what you want."

"P-please cum in me!" She cried drooling in pleasure, he groaned her tight pussy walls clenching around him, "H-Hunter!"

Moaning heavily he gripped her hair tighter, her free hand gripping his forearm as she bit her lip. The feeling built up in her stomach.

"Y-yeah! D-daddy! Daddy make me cum!" She begged, he watched her come unraveled, beating into her roughly her back arched, toes curling as she moaned loudly, soaking his cock as she squirted onto him, he pulled out of her, rubbing her clit intesifiying her orgaism.

"Oh- Shit!" She cried, the quicker he rubbing her clit more she squirted, slipping back into her he delievered a few hard thrust as she cried out, pulling out once more her orgaism intense as she held her legs open.

"Fuck daddy!" She cried.

"Come on baby let it all out." He praised, slipping into her again and fucking her roughly for a few more thrust, pulling out once more as she squirted the last she could.

"H-hunter- Hunter!"

"Shh baby. Shh." He spoke leaning kissing her roughly she kissed back, pulling away he looked down at her, "You still need my cum in you huh baby?"

"Mhmm, yes please." She begged.

"Good girl." He praised, kissing her sloppily as she groaned.

Pulling away she held onto his arm as he pushed his way back into her, causing her to mewel out his name.

"What a perfect little pussy." He told her, starting to thrust into her, his hand rest at the side of her throat as his thumb pulled her chin down, she wore a curled smile with a deep blush, her pupils dialted wide and pupils seemingly in the shape of hearts.

"H-hunter...daddy..." she meweled.

He grunted down a groan, feeling himself starting to become unraveled, "pussys still tight for me,fuck-"

His gripp tightned around her neck, causing her to choke slightly, as his thrust became sloppy, becoming increasingly rougher as her moans grew louder once more. Loosing rythem he pulled his hand away from her neck, his hands gripping her hips for leverage as he pulled them against his thrust, groaning loudly he still beat into her harshly, his cock pulsating in her. She begged for him to creampie her, her hands finding his hair as she tugged and pulled.

"Ah! Fuck! Yeah! Fuck!" He groaned, "Oh! OH!"

He shoved himself deep inside of her keeping her steady as her back arched, his own body arching into her's as he released a massive load of cum into her.

"Oh! Fuck yeah!" He groaned, completely loosing control, contuining his rough thrust.

"H-hunter! Hunter! Holy shit!" She cried out.

"Fuck Im cumming again!"

"H-hunter! Fuck!" A second smaller load was shot into her, filling her womb with his hot seed as he held her hips tight, rocking into her steadily as to make sure he stuffed her. He panted heavily, his ears seemingly ringing as he looked down at her.

Her mouth agape as she breathed heavily, her breast rising and falling with heavy pants.

"Good girl..." Hunter praised, slolwy pulling out of her, Y/n letting out the last of her soft moans.

He panted heavily, his hands spreading her legs as she ended up holding her legs open by her inner thighs, Hunter watches the thick cum leaked out of her, cum covering her pussy folds.

"Good girl." Hunter praised, a few of his fingers scooping up some of the cum as she opened her mouth, letting it sloppily leak from Hunter's hand to her mouth and face, "Now, turn over on all fours, Im not done with you yet."

#sw tbb hunter #hunter x you #hunter x reader #hunter smut #hunter x female reader #hunter x y/n #the bad batch hunter #hunter star wars #star wars hunter #hunter the bad batch #x reader smut

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yostresswritinggirl · 4 years ago

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hello, i love your writin'!! seriously, it's so cool to read and im just ajdhsish and this is the first thing- second thing, would you be comfortable with writin' albedo x gn reader (headcanons are cool yknow!) who dislikes goin' outside alone? like, they worry that somethin' bad will happen to them or are a bit scared of doin' things that might go wrong around people, so they prefer goin' outside with someone? (they also want to get rid of their fears but have no ideas how) i will understand if you don't want to so dw!! 👉👈

First thing, thank you so much for requesting! This took a while, I'm so sorryy! This was supposed to come out yesterday but I got sick and barely had the brainpower to even stand :(( feels better now tho so yey? And yess ahhh thank you for your kind words, you guys have been wonderful too, give yourself some credit too!

This is the last Albedo request in the inbox and woohoo, we ended this streak in one of the hard prompts I've come by so far ahaha

I'm not sure if I interpreted anon right but this shall be a fic as originally requested? I'm apologizing in advance because I don't think I've captured this scenario well enough hehe,,, but I hope you still enjoy this!

Keep Me Intertwined

Albedo with a gn!reader that's scared of going out alone (Mild Social Phobia?)

Albedo is a genuis, everybody knows that, even beyond the walls of Mondstadt. Praised and sought out by scholars to ask for his wisdom and a majority of the time they receive their desired enlightenment.

Indeed, the Kreideprinz is a genuis even if he says otherwise, but he's a genuis in the art of Kemia. And only that. Truth be told there are a lot of things he lacks when it comes to knowledge, as his focus is only in the science he wants to explore. Beyond that, he comes close to a child's understanding of the world.

When he bumped into you when he was strolling through the stalls during a market fair of travelling merchants, he'd thought it would be something he can shrug off easily, but as he moves his head to look at the perpetrator he'd hear a squeak of a "sorry" and a running figure. What?

Albedo silently pats himself down as he continues to watch as the silhouette disappears farther, with a calculating gaze to memorize all their features for... future references.

After he made sure it wasn't a thief that bumped to him to pickpocket, he immediately moves on without another thought.

"Ah, you're the one from the marketplace yesterday." In all honesty, your second meeting was quicker to come than he expected, and at the most curious location of all places. In the Knights of Favonius HQ. How had he not heard or seen of you before?

Your shoulders tense at the sound before you even closed the door of which you came from. This was a room he's never seen anyone use, he realized. Was this where you've been residing all this time? What an oversight on his part but it seems that you two share the common practice of barely leaving your quarters.

When you turned around, behind those surprised eyes lies a gentleness of relief he has not seen a mixture of in the ones he'd observed before. "O-Oh, Chief Alchemist! I'm really sorry about that, I was- I'm really sorry!" He hums in contemplation before shaking his head, assuring you it was a matter that caused no harm.

There was more to it, but his thoughts are distracted with his current task at hand, and with a short goodbye he made his way out down the hall where the stairs resides.

His heavy boots clap on the carpeted floor...

Paired with shuffling light ones to try and match his stride.

Huh? "Are you perhaps going outside?" He confirms with a soft yes as he continues his walk. What are you implying? "Is it okay if I join your company? I uhm also need to get some stuff from outside." He just nods, not one for small talk or questioning. It's nothing much to think about really—

Your loose and subtle grip around the chains hanging by his coat seem to ground him from his musings as you two traverse through Mondstadt in a normal gait. He tries not to think about it too much, but the way you look around with unease when you near other people or your desperate strides to stay a respectable distance to him were things he observed during the walk. Albedo was no man of science focusing on human personality and it bothers him.

It was like a game of cat and mouse between you two running errands, he'll detour to the side and you'll follow him, and if you need to drop by to a building then he'll have to follow you.

And he doesn't know why. Is it because of his mannerism towards taking care of Klee? Or his feeling of responsibility for bringing you along?

During this whole ordeal the Chief Alchemist has brought himself a bright idea (it is not) and went into his scientific mode. He watches you talk to one of the citizens about a commission you had finished yesterday and after confirming your undivided attention, he quietly slips away from the area to visit the Alchemy stall where Timaeus would surely be working on.

It took about an hour before he was allowed to use the table, because Timaeus took so long working on his forgery. Goodness that man needs to work on his studies more.

Ah, speaking of— Albedo realized he'd just up and left you for an hour. Without a second thought he retraced his steps to where he had last seen you. Surely you would have gone off to do your own thing, probably finished up your errands by now and had gone back to the Knights headquarters.

An unmoving force made him tumble forward as his coat seemed to have been caught. If you were there, it would be a sight to see, a rare moment of the Kreideprinz so uncomposed and shocked as he catches himself with a sputter. What the hell? His head snaps to look over his shoulder at such incredible speed, you'd thought it really would have snapped—

The clutch on his chain accessory tightens. With your head down low he couldn't see what expression you were, but your tense shoulders shake with a tremor similar to that of an on-going earthquake. His guilt was more obvious as your knuckles turn white from the deadly grip.

"Albedo-!" You exclaimed in what seems to be a cross between a whine and a whimper. "You disappeared, I couldn't- I couldn't leave..."

He hides a sigh as you refuse to look up to show your face. And in a comforting manner he has 'mastered' with a certain someone, he gently pries off your tight grip (with some urging pats to get you to loosen) before interlocking your fingers with his gloved ones. And he smiles as genuinely as he can, "I'm sorry, I won't do it again. Are you done here? It's almost night, we should get moving."

Your nod of agreement was a breath of fresh air to him.

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Days after that were pretty much as uneventful as uneventful it could be for Albedo's lifestyle.

Holed up in his laboratory for days without rest like the madman he is. Master's alembic and grounds of scarlet quartz able to keep his mind occupied to not wonder. Hyperfocused, no one has seen him out, only Sucrose dropping by with an 'assistant pass' despite the experiment on-going sign hanging by his doorknob.

When he finally stepped out to the hallway, three days already passed. The door behind him clicks as it locks, a sound that echoed with the door four rooms apart to his.

Kaeya looks up from your doorknob when he noticed the approaching silhouette. "Oh, Chief Alchemist? Finally came out of your cave." He quipped as he leans his shoulder against your room's door, visible eyebrow raising slightly after noticing the fleeting gaze Albedo passed at the door.

"Cavalry Captain, good evening. What were you doing there?" Straight to the point.

The taller man's eyebrow rose higher before he composed his amusement. "I didn't expect you to be into rumors, Albedo." The Alchemist's brows furrows in response. "No harm done, worry not. I just accompanied them on their trip outside before retreating for the night."

Humming to himself, Albedo's eyes wonder back to your doorknob before it was protectively shielded by the man's... white fur cloak?

"I also heard you left them alone when you two were out. I didn't expect you to be such a cruel man, amping up their fear after the progress they've made." Fear? Progress? More questions swirled within the genius' mind the more he talked with this.

Kaeya had noticed his faraway look and pieced together the context. Finally, he offered to explain the background of the issue and Albedo was ecstatic to listen in, a first with the blunette.

"Do you understand it now?"

"Mhm."

"Then I'll leave them to your care, I'm sure your genius mind can come up with something."

"Huh?"

And thus you find yourself standing at the bottom steps of the Ordo Favonius HQ the next morning, hand in hand with the Chief Alchemist you've last seen four days ago. Doesn't he have better things to do? No, he reasoned the solution he worked on will take two days to formulate the desired sediment, and so he has that timeframe free for the taking.

You would have been confused and wary he'd abandon you again—

Were you not forced to listen to the two dummies talk about YOU right outside your ROOM.

"You uhm, you don't have to hold my hand during this whole trip, Master Albedo."

"Albedo." He corrected. "And this is necessary, much more convenient and predictable than pulling on my chains really." A touch of a blush framed your cheeks with embarrassment.

"I have nothing in my itinerary today, so feel free to tug me along. It is, after all, the most I can do for what happened."

Despite the rough texture from the long use, the leathered hand in yours brought about more comfort than you would have thought.

Bonus:

The solar isotoma sparkled in pure golden beauty in front of you, but it didn't prevent the anxiety bubbling inside as you watch Albedo hop over the ledge with the help of his geo construct. "What- what are you doing?"

"Experiment. I'll be up in the roof looking over you so you'll know I'm still here, if it makes a difference if your company is far from arms length or not." He replied as he casually hopped over to the roof of a housing unit.

"Albedooo!"

I didn't get to capture all the aspects of the request that I wanted to focus on ahhhhh, I got so conscious of the length I had to stop it! Still ack I hope I captured his personality and context well— and I'm sorry if I amped up the fear more than you gave, I'm not really sure how bad it was supposed to be skskskks

But hey, this being the last Albedo req in my inbox, I am now free from this man *happy sigh* //:Albedo smut leading the leaderboard for the followers event looms over from behind:// *sweats*

#genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #exile.flower #albedo #albedo x reader #genshin impact albedo #exile.goblet #genshin impact oneshots #genshin impact scenarios #glorysuffer #i enjoyed writing this more than i thought i would have!#sorry this took so long!!#the requests are getting harder lately hmmm #followers special #gender neutral

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gruesomejack · 2 years ago

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A Very Self Indulgent Meme: Abaddon

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Nervous. If you've gotten that far with them, there's a chance you've already touched without a barrier and they'll be fretting and inspecting you and checking the length of your life.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Their hands are both their favorite and least favorite thing about themselves. All that power for both destruction and pleasure..

Abaddon is an ass man.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

They are VERY pro barriers of any kind, it's kind of a feat if you can actually,,, y'know get them close enough to it to do anything with it. If they're getting that open with another person, the liability of losing life is way up there,,,

Honestly. Sharing that with them would be very special.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

They know.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Through a glory hole, least likely scenario to accidentally touch each other. INCORRECT, SORRY. Anything facing away from a partner though, they really are worried about the touching.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It's hard to be when you're doing your best to keep your partner alive the entire time. Though I if they found someone they didn't have to worry about that with, they'd be very funny.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

They'll tailor themselves to the situation at hand and their partner.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Not something they're usually thinking about!! On occasion they'll indulge, but usually they're too busy for that.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Latex. ANOTHER JOKE. Edging. They like control.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Didn't I mention a glory hole? KIDDING. They like romance. I feel like anywhere secluded with the right atmosphere wpuld be a good option.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Touch!!! Over the clothes, tempting at barriers. Threaten them with a good time.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

They don't mind either way! Again, I have to mention the barriers--

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Gentle and careful. If they're in control of the situation, it will be as much relaxation as it is exertion.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

NOPE. That's too risky! It needs to be planned out and talked over and prepared for. Getting them to be spontaneous in that sort of situation would be hard.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Nope! Again, they're very careful. You can suggest things, but it would need to be thought all the way through first.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

They've got all the time in the world.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

YES ACTUALLY. One of the easiest ways to be intimate with them is just by letting them service you rather than go the full mile. Safer for you, still exciting for them, no skin to skin contact risked!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

They're very slow. It's equally teasing as it is pure fascination.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Quiet, almost held back even?? Like they want to make noise, but they won't allow it. If given the chance to freely give in, it'd be quite a show.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

They've definitely killed a lover. 100% without a doubt.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Abaddon most resembles a FTM body type without surgical alterations? So shifted muscle mass and fat to a rectangular shape, but otherwise left alone.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High yearning, low libido. It's tough to seek romance when a too long touch could send you to an early grave.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Too busy fretting to sleep! Also they're very much the fuck and leave type, so they're actively running away after. "That was great, I gotta go-"

#;about Abaddon #nsft #abaddon: keep all your clothes on we're not allowed to be naked

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boldlyvoid · 3 years ago

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Amoreena | chapter eleven

chapter eleven

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Warnings: Y/N POV: details of what happened to Stephen, her grandmas cancer, and very detailed explanations of how babies are made (as biologically accurate and not very graphic as possible) this is an angsty trauma filled chapter that made me cry a lot just writing it so I'm sorry in advance

word count: 3K

from the beginning <3

June 13th, 2010

There’s a knock on her parent's door at 4 in the morning, Y/N’s sound asleep on the couch back at her grandma’s, awoken by said grandmother as she hears all the noise beyond the porch. There are 2 cop cars at the main house, worry starts to settle over them.

She puts on a pair of shoes, taking her grandmother's hand in hers as they begin the early morning trek up the road, anxiety seeping in deeper and deeper as they get closer to the lights illuminating their driveway.

Her father is talking to an officer on the steps, her mother is crying behind him. “We’re so sorry for your loss,” the officer says and Y/N’s blood runs cold, numbing her from the impending despair.

“What happened?” Her grandmother asks, rubbing a hand along Y/N’s back in preparation for the worst.

“Evan was in a car accident,” her father says softly, knowing that Y/N knows Stephen was with him tonight. She breaks away from her grandma and without thinking she’s right in the officer's face.

“Which one of them died?”

“Ma’am,” it was never a good way to start the worst conversation of her life with that word or in that tone. She felt like a '40s housewife learning her husband wasn’t coming home from the war, only he wasn’t even her husband yet.

He would have been on next Saturday.

“I’m sorry, Stephen was pronounced dead on the scene,” he says the worst sentence she’s ever heard, and now she’ll never forget it. “The passenger side took the worst of it, once again, I am so sorry for your loss.”

She’s surprisingly calm, managing to whisper, “thank you,” before she’s walking off into the field, pushing everyone's hands away as she travels as far as he feet will take her.

She ends up at the willow tree by the pond as soon as the sun is rising, it happened a lot earlier in June than the rest of the year. The birds singing, the wind blowing against the leaves making them carry a tune in harmony together. The world is still spinning, life is moving on, but how?

She sat there against the tree for a while, picking blades of grass and weaving them into a chain, soothing her brain as she makes a pattern. Giving her hands something to do so they stop going numb, it’s the only thing that really reminds her that she's real, that she’s controlling the twists and tucks, the shape and length and the fact that it was created at all.

Ending the life of the single blade of grass as she picks it, never to be whole again. Snatched from its happy place, where it grew loved and surrounded by other matching green strands as they blew in the wind.

Then she's pulling fist full after fist full of grass out of the dirt, her hands covered in mud as she shouts, throwing handfuls of grass and dirt towards the pond. The once blue water starting to turn cloudy; disrupted and upset with her anger as it swallows her weapons, but it doesn’t make her feel better. All she did was disrupt the earth, changing the way this once beautiful patch of land used to look. She couldn’t help but sob, realizing that she was like this field now and her beautiful green pasture was disrupted, overturned and ruined.

The life that flowed through her died along with the love of her life.

“Stephen was pronounced dead on the scene,” the words echo in her mind in a constant circle like she’s stuck in a tin can.

It starts to reverberate, getting louder and louder as the same 7 words all run around in her head. Bouncing off the walls, smacking her down again and again as she hears them over and over and over… she’s holding her hands on her ears, shaking back and forth, sobbing when she feels someone wrap their arms around her.

She doesn’t open her eyes, instead, she's rushing to push them off of her, struggling out of their grasp as she fights them. Finally, she loses, being held in her brother's embrace as they both cry, he barely has a scratch on him when she finally looks at him.

she’s never been physical in her life, but she punched him right in the face. Her twin brother, best friend in childhood and the person she’s known the longest in her life. He held her close in the womb, crying if they separated as soon as they were born, she loved him deeply and yet she hated him something fierce at that moment.

“It wasn’t my fault,” Evan cries, “we were stopped at a red light, Y/N!”

“I don’t care! He was supposed to be my husband!” She swats at him, smacking his arms again and again as he tries to hold them back, holding her so tightly as she basically screams bloody murder in the field.

All she can see is his face, her beautiful happy Stephen. The first time she ever saw him, standing under a street light in Boston, papers in his hand and wonder in his eyes. The way he looked up at her, the glow of the light making a halo glow over his head.

She should have known he was too good to be true. Always destined to return to the heavens, he was truly angelic with his big emerald eyes that were only the tiniest bit yellow on the edge of the pupil, the way her name sounded on his tongue like a blessing coming true.

They buried him 2 days after what was supposed to be their wedding. Disrupting another beautiful patch of earth to hide him away forever, she placed a single rose on his casket, she never said goodbye and she never planned to.

“See you later, superstar,” she patted the glossy black box once last time before sending him down into the earth.

—

September 2012

This fucking willow tree and 7-word sentences…

“What do you mean you have cancer?��

Her grandma let a tear slip from her eye, “I’ve got colon cancer, honey, the doctors said I have another 2 years, maybe 5 if I'm lucky.”

Every time someone sat beside her in this one spot, she learned the worst information in the world. Sure Evan didn’t mean to kill Stephen, doesn’t mean she’s talked to him at all in the last year. with Grandpa dying only a few summers back, her favourite house cat now buried in the yard, she can’t lose her grandma now too.

“Okay,” she starts to plan in her head, her eyes about ready to jump out of her skull as she tries to think of all the things they need to do before it’s too late, “let’s go to England, let’s blow my bank account, you can’t leave me without going to England with me? We were supposed to get tea and pretend to be the queen and princess?”

She couldn’t stop the tears, her whole body heaving as she sobbed into her grandma’s dress, “you can’t leave me too!”

“Your grandfather and I have a fund for you, you were the last baby we got to raise when your mom went back to work, I want you to use it for that baby we talked about,” her grandma’s voice is barely a whisper, softly getting the words over her vocal cords as the tears joined Y/N’s on her dress.

Without another word, she took her hand and walked home, getting in her car together and heading to the closest fertility clinic, she booked her first insemination for February, pre-paying for a round of IVF hormones and everything to start in January, she had 3 months to plan.

Finding the perfect donor was the only hard part. She had 3 different books to choose from with all the clinics in the DC area sharing 1 sperm bank. She finally made her decision 3 weeks before they were set to get her pregnant when they updated the books.

Sample 2319, male 30’s, healthy, high IQ, 6’1, brown eyes, brown hair (curly). “Sounds a lot like Stephen,” her grandma agreed, saying his name for the first time in over 2 years, she knew this was her guy.

—

June 14th, 2021

Peeing on a stick shouldn’t be as terrifying as it is.

She hasn’t been this nervous since the first time Dr. Collins inseminated her. Laying back on the table at a weird elevation to make sure she got pregnant, her whole body tense as she thought of the possibilities of her future child.

Sample 2319 sitting in a cup not too far from her face as she prepared for a man she barely knew to put the semen of another man she didn’t know, inside her. She only picked this guy cause he was smart and tall, no health issues to report and the number made her think of Monsters Inc.

In her mind, she made a baby with a man she named mike wazowski, not knowing his real name was actually Spencer Reid and he was only just down the road at Quantico the whole time. It was the weirdest day ever, and then it became the second-best day of her life

Nothing could top holding her baby in her arms for the first time. Her grandma and mother beside her as they all cried, the perfect purple baby screaming on her chest as they tried to wipe the white gunk off her tiny body. her sweet little coos, seeing her swollen eyes open for the first time, the silence that overcame her as they made their first introduction to each other. Her little person, the love of her life, her wonderful Amoreena.

Her cry was perfect, like music to her ears she wanted to hear her little voice as long as she could because it meant she was alive and real. She was healthy and beautiful and the most perfect bundle of joy she could have ever made.

Now she was hiding in the bathroom to pee on a stick while her 7-year-old had breakfast in the next room. Oh, how times changed, but one thing remained the same, she was finding out alone again. Only this time she meant for that to happen, it was exactly 4 days since her period was supposed to start and it wasn’t there, neither was Spencer.

He had something to do that morning, but he’d be meeting them later that afternoon, it was Amoreena’s last day of kindergarten after all. She wanted time to either enjoy the thought of having another baby or cry in peace because for once it didn’t work, giving her a week to recover before trying again.

Amoreena was a miracle, the easiest IVF baby they ever made at the clinic, apparently. If she was pregnant this easily again it was a sure sign that he was Amoreena’s father too, only he could get her knocked up while not even trying.

She didn’t remember pregnancy tests taking this long, she flipped it over and walked out of the room, unable to think of anything else while she waited for 3 minutes to pass. Amoreena noticed she was being weird, studying her mother's movements as she paced the hall outside of the bathroom door.

“What are you doing?” She asked, curious as ever as she twirled lightly in her new princess dress.

“Can you keep a secret?”

“Always mom, I’m the best secret keeper in all the kingdom, remember?” Amoreena smiled, holding onto her leg as she stared up at her.

“Your dad and I tried to make a baby,” she whispered, petting the litter hairs on her forehead as Amoreena looked up at her, her first little baby. “I’m waiting to find out if it worked, but we can’t tell anyone in case it didn’t, okay?”

Amoreena’s eyes were wider than she’s ever seen them, her mouth opened slowly as she understood the words in her mind. She didn’t look happy or surprised, nor upset or worried. She looked confused, “how?”

She laughed then, shaking her head as she lifted Amoreena into her arms, she would have to know soon anyway. “You know how every month mummy has a bad week where she bleeds and her tummy hurts?”

“Yeah?”

“When people with our parts grow up they make little tiny eggs but we don’t lay them like chickens do, they stay inside our tummies and wait to become babies and if they don’t we have a period and release all the stuff our bodies saved up that month to make a little person. You’ll have one soon too in a few years, probably when you're 12 like I was, and when people with a penis get old enough they’re able to help us make the babies like roosters help the chickens. Our bodies are really special and make some really cool things when we try to,” she explained it in the most simple farmhouse way she could.

“Like when the goats are all born in the spring and they just show up?” She tried to clarify, understanding it at the basic level.

“Kinda, you’ve seen the photos of you in my tummy and how aunty Shannon’s stomach grew when she had your cousins, I’ll get really big like that too if I’m pregnant, the baby will grow for 9 long months till they’re nice and healthy and then we’ll have another person in the family,” she couldn’t help but smile as she thought about it.

“How do we find out?”

She opened the bathroom door then and carried Amoreena inside, setting her down on the sink and pointing at the upside-down test stick. “We create a special hormone when we’re pregnant, it’s something that can be detected in our pee!” she explained it like it was magic, watching her get excited instead of grossed out.

“So I peed on that stick and if it has 2 lines I have a baby in my tummy, if not then your dad and I have to try again.”

Amoreena picked up the test and looked at it, keeping it out of her mothers sight as she did so, “there’s two lines,” she lit up waving the stick lightly as she squealed.

Y/N wrapped her up in her arms and twirled her around, “you’re gonna be the best big sister ever!”

“How do we tell dad?” Amoreena’s soft voice whispered in her ear as she snuggled into her shoulder.

“I have an idea,” she whispered back before carrying her back into the kitchen.

Her All About Me project was sitting on the counter, ready for Y/N to drive her into school today. She set Amoreena down on the floor to watch her as she took some tape and taped the stick to the bottom corner of the project. “Pass me the marker, please?”

Amoreena ran to the counter to get it, coming back and placing it in her mom's hand before leaning in to watch what she was writing.

“I’m going to be a big sister sometime next February!” Amoreena read the words as her mother wrote them, unbelievably excited.

“Your dad can read that at the ceremony tonight!”

“I thought you said we can’t tell anyone yet?” Amoreena questioned her, like always.

“Your teacher can know, the other kids won't know what it means, it’s just important Spencer sees it, but we will wait to tell nanny and poppy, okay? Sometimes the babies don’t always stay, it’s sad so we keep it a secret until they’ve got a tiny little heartbeat in there,” she didn’t want to scare her, but she knew it was always a possibility.

“Then we try again,” Amoreena smiled, “It’ll be easier now that you don’t need Dr. Collins to help you, how did you even make me without Spencer?” She didn't use his real name often anymore, only in times when she wasn't referring to him as her father.

She sat down then, pulling Amoreena into her lap so she could hold her while she thought of the right words. “So we have eggs, but people with penises have something called sperm. When adults, and I mean adults you have to be at least 25 to have a baby it’s the rules,” she teased her slightly, ticking her arms.

“Adults have sex, babies are made when someone with a vagina and someone with a penis get together. But when you don’t have a partner with a penis to help, sometimes they’ll donate their sperm to the doctor's offices to help people like me make their perfect little families all by themselves.”

“Interesting,” is all her little mind can say, she has learned so much in one day, Y/N was surprised she was still listening and surprisingly still for once. “Is it a boy or a girl?”

“We won't know for a while,” she smiled, holding Amoreena closer to her chest. “How do you feel about all this?”

Amoreena was quiet as she thought about it, “is Spencer the guy who gave the doctors the sperm for me?”

“We think so, but we don’t know, why?”

Amoreena looked at her softly, “it wouldn’t be fair, I know he said I don’t need a father but why do they get to have him for both?”

“I think Spencer is your father, you’re just as smart and wonderful as he is, there’s no doubt in my mind that you’re his baby too. but if you want to know if he isn't, when you turn 18 the doctors will tell you who it is, it's completely up to you to find out,” she whispered, the tears starting to fall down her cheeks as Amoreena tried to wipe them away.

"I like thinking he's my father, so he is." Her mind worked in the most wonderful way. Y/N couldn’t help but hold her close as she lightly cried, “I had a dream yesterday that I had 8 sisters,” her voice was so soft and innocent as her tiny hand cupped her mother's cheek.

She gasped lightly at the words, remembering Spencer’s panic in the middle of the night last night, how scared he was to leave her all alone with 9 babies and no one to help her. They knew something that she didn’t yet, cheaper by the dozen seemed less like a dream and more like a prophecy.

“I’m so happy to make your dream come true,” Y/N whispered, “I promise I’m happy, the baby just makes me emotional.”

Amoreena placed her hand on her tummy then, “I love you, baby.”

Y/N stuck her tummy out as far as she could, “I love you too, big sister,” she said in a funny voice to make Amoreena laugh, leaning back in the chair as she held her.

And just like that, getting pregnant with Amoreena was bumped into 3rd place for the best day of her life. Sharing the moment with her and no one else was perfect, insuring she knew that she was just as important moving forward as the little person she was growing this time.

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painted-crow · 3 years ago

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hey so i'm looking to figure my sorting out. i'm p sure of my secondary but honestly i've gone in circles so many times that i'd believe anything lmao

so i guess to start like. i'm fairly sure i'm an idealist, but with a twist. i care about making the world a better place-- i'm kinda infamous among my friends for being a little TOO outspoken about my opinions. on a small scale, i have strong opinions about a lot of things, but on a larger scale... idk. i don't think any one person can know what an ideal world looks like cause there really is no such thing. there are literally countless variables when it comes to implementing even small systems, countless ways to fuck it up, so i don't think i'd be choosing some grand ideal over the people i love anytime soon.

that being said, i think my idealist streak gets directed into something else most of the time. i'm very focused on understanding myself to a fault. i want to know why i do the things i do, why i believe certain things over others. when it comes to my beliefs about the world, they're strong but take it or leave it, but when it comes to myself they are not a good idea to push. i've ended relationships over not feeling like myself with them or feeling like i'm losing myself or they're pushing me to be someone i'm not. i make strong instant decisions about what the "right" thing to do is when it comes to how it impacts my perception of myself, especially with intimate relationships (i'm a lot less impulsive with things like friends and things i'm less personally involved in). i NEED to know who i am, way more than i care about any one specific person or thing. obviously i love people very deeply and would do just about anything to have both, but if i don't know who i am, if i'm not true to myself, then i have nothing. losing people happens.

the issue is, because i'm prone to doing that and not thinking as much about how it'll impact people, i've been called selfish a lot over my lifetime. recently i've started thinking more about how my actions impact people and their feelings, and i'm feeling a lot more torn. i want to do what i want to do, what i feel is best, but i feel immature for doing it a lot. i've started worrying a lot about being a bad person and hurting people, and i've been thinking about how the "right" way to be is. i went through a phase where i was repressing myself to make the "moral" choice, but i just felt so flat. ultimately i realized that it doesn't really matter how good i am if i have to repress myself to get there, cause then all it is is performance. tldr is i feel super guilty for making "selfish" choices rn, especially as i've gotten more aware of other peoples' feelings.

what i think is probably going on is that i'm an idealist primary with a badger model, but i'm not sure between lion and bird, and i'm still open to badger. pretty sure i'm not a snake.

the section on my secondary's gonna be a lot shorter, sorry this got so long! so i'm p sure i'm a badger secondary. considered lion and snake secondary too. whatever i am, i have a p loud lion model over it. i've always had a gift for making people trust me, for acting. i kinda blend in and become what i need to to both help them and get them off my back so i can do what i need to do. i have a serious passion for helping people with tough love (i like to think of myself as a p good advice giver, since i can both tell people what they need to hear and really get in their shoes and be kind where other people might not). i think i judge myself the least when i can kinda toe that line between pushing boundaries and stepping back-- i track where peoples' boundaries are constantly so i can push them to the limit without stepping over them. i'm very fluid when it comes to presentation in reality, even though i think people actually think of me as kinda controversial. i tend to see people who are ACTUALLY overstepping boundaries as lowkey selfish at times, even though i also really respect them. i like to do things the "right" way as long as i give a shit about them. the catch is, i don't want to blend into the background, and i don't think i do. a partner of mine called me a fox cause he noticed the way i constantly toe that line where i can get people to notice me and still keep them off my back, still make them comfortable. i'm also NOT a planner. people constantly give me shit for only ever feeling things out in the moment, and honestly thinking about the future freaks me out. i don't want to plan how i do shit i'd rather just get in the zone and figure it out from there. tldr i'm pretty sure i'm a badger secondary? but i could be convinced of snake. definitely see elements of both but my gut's telling me badger so take that how you will

anyway! thank you so much for taking the time to answer this, i know it's a lot.

also sorry one thing i forgot to add about my secondary! i think my lion model got so loud because when i do the shifty presentation thing, i have a tendency to lose myself and start perceiving myself as whatever i'm presenting. it's made it really hard to figure out who i actually am and so i started just being as clear about it as possible.

for my primary, i really care a lot about being right. i try to take every side into consideration to make sure i get the best conclusion. i can be super stubborn when it comes to certain things, but i don't want to just... hold to perceptions that are wrong. that being said it's important to me to trust my gut and i take it as a big input. i'm very felt out for most things, don't really have a strong system of how to be. i really wanna be able to trust myself but i just don't. i have a big habit of relying on other people to tell me what to think, which is uh. yeah.

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You're a Bird primary with a Lion model, and you're trying on some Badger ideals. That's one of the easier Sorts I've done, lol! Possibly because your primary and models actually House match mine :p

Your reasoning process screams Bird xD and so does your writing style and just the length of the ask. Birds love self-analysis, it's part of how we make sure our systems stay as close to true as we can make them.

You've got some Lion too, but it's a model. It sounds like your Lion and your Bird have come into conflict before, and like most Birds with Lion models, it bugs the snot out of you when your Lion's intuition (which is important data!) doesn't line up with what your Bird knows.

You've prioritized Bird's conclusions before, but (as with many Birds) you don't entirely trust your own system and you're wondering if your Lion might have been right and you should give its reasoning more weight.

Also, you're consciously deciding that maybe Badgers' way of doing things is more moral than yours, and you're pulling in some of those ideals. That doesn't make you a Badger primary. Birds are notorious for this kind of thing actually 😂

The line between whether some ideals you've pulled into your Bird system vs. what counts as a model is fuzzy. It's up to you really, how important those pieces of Badger are to you.

For me, I think the line might be--is it wired into your sense of self on its own, or does it get filtered through your Bird and Lion? It really sounds like your Lion is a strong part of your sense of self: if you ignore its advice, you feel not totally like yourself. You don't have to feel all your models equally strongly, but thinking of it that way might help.

(It's also hard because Birds often feel like they kind of are their systems, or they are their ability to reason, that's a core part of their identity. ...It's complicated.)

Secondary

You sound really really Snakey. I'm not sure where you're getting Badger, actually!

Badgers are more than the mirroring ability. They also bury themselves in work or community, and it can sometimes look like they're neck deep in so many responsibilities that they couldn't possibly handle any more problems--and then they do have a problem, they do need something, and they stand up and all that stuff they were buried in turns out to be armor and tools.

Snakes, otoh, are improvisational and tend to be very aware of their surroundings. Unlike Badgers, the Snake brand of social shapeshifting involves a lot of keeping track of other people's reactions to what they're doing--trying something and then watching the response, then adjusting, rinse and repeat. You turn yourself into exactly the right person for this situation.

Badger mirroring is usually simpler. You reflect the other person's energy back at them: it's an empathetic response that says we're alike, I accept you, you're safe. A lot of Badgers do this without thinking--it can be hard to turn off.

Snakes also don't go in for prep work as much, it tends to trip them up (Snakes with Badger or Bird models notwithstanding). They're Improvisational secondaries, unlike Bird and Badger which are Built and rely heavily on some form of preparation.

The Lion model sounds legit, but just check for yourself: you might be learning to use Snake's neutral state. Snakes will sometimes drop all their layers of acting and maneuvering and suddenly they're just themselves. Different Snakes have different relationships with neutral state. For some Snakes, it's a relief to drop the mask; for others, it feels vulnerable and they only trust certain people with their full authenticity.

It does sound like you really admire Lion secondaries, though, so you might indeed have a model there! This is just something else you could check on.

Hope that helps!

- Paint

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step-on-me-khun · 3 years ago

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Hello there D! I hope my requests don't bore you hehe ❤️ I hope you're doing well. Can I request a nsfw bam x fem reader with mommy kink setting? Like, Bam welcomes the reader home from work wearing a cute apron, calling her mommy and then let himself be dominated by the mommy reader as she treats him like a good boy he is? ❤️ oKAY THIS IS VERY RANDOM HAHA if you have any questions just inbox me ❤️ thank you hehe!

Hello ❤️ None of your requests bore me

And I can do this for you and I'm trying to complete it by a certain date too

I also worry that this may be either too much or not enough 😅

Who wouldn't want a guy like Bam? He was kind, sweet and caring, always considering your feelings first before doing anything with you. And that's what made you fall further in love with him. He was such a precious soul, and you would be a complete mess without his presence.

But Bam wasn't overly dominant with you. Even when you mention it, he tells you how much you mean to him and that if he ever hurt you, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself for it.

Any idea you had, even something small, you had to give it a lot of thought. Would Bam be alright with it? And how would he react to it be suggested?

Bam was a switch at the best of times, happily choosing to do whatever you wanted to do as long as you were safe and happy.

He just wanted to be a little different. There was something he wanted to try, to be brave and do something new that he hadn't done before.

The click of the door was the one thing that alerted Bam that you were back. His gold eyes fixed on your form as you strolled through the door, usually stressed or tired. That's why he had an idea.

Now, when Bam was in the mood, he could be rough with you. Not in the way that he would leave marks on you, but he was still rough. But it never felt enough.

You, on the other hand, had pegged Bam before, and most of the time, you tried to match his movements on you. Sometimes though, you might've got a little too eager and went overboard with it.

Bam sat patiently on the end of the bed, focusing on staying calm as small waves of nervousness washed through him.

The trust between the two of you was solid and adorable. If there weren't any trust, then Bam wouldn't have thought about doing all this.

"Bam," your voice says, getting louder as you got closer to your room, "where are you?"

The door to the bedroom opens slowly. Before you enter the room, Bam stands up. The only thing he was wearing was an apron, nothing else. Hopefully, you weren't in too bad of a mood.

You walk into the room, greeted by Bam and his barely clothed form standing in front of the bed. Bam's face was red, and his gold eyes turned away from you as you approached him.

Shock ran through you, this was one thing you weren't expecting, but you weren't complaining at all. Eventually, the feeling vanished, leaving you feeling a little mischievous.

"Is there any reason why you decided to dress like this?" You ask playfully, smirking as you walk in front of Bam. Your hand move to cup Bam's chin, tilting his head to look you in the eye.

"I-I just wanted to do this for you," Bam says, stuttering a little from his nervousness. "You know how much I love and adore you,"

"I know you do," you say, cupping Bam's face with your hands. You inch closer to Bam, rubbing your nose on his, making him a little more comfortable. A soft exhale leaves his mouth as you continue to rub your nose against his. "Are you going to be a good boy for me?"

"Yes, mommy," Bam responds. Realising what he's done, he tenses up.

It was a surprise, but it didn't stop you from being closer to him. Your eyes widened for few seconds, a tingle of excitement shot through you. Mommy, you liked it. You wanted him to call you it, to beg and constantly tell you how good you made him feel. The thought of it all got you hot and bothered.

Without wasting any more time, you move your hands to Bam's chest and push him on the bed.

Bam's eyes remain on you as he fell onto the soft fabric of the blanket, waiting for you to do what you wanted.

You moved to the bedside table, removing something and hiding behind your back. But Bam knew what it was and would be patient with you until you decided to use it.

Your feet quickly rushed back over to the end of the bed, kneeling on the ground in between Bam's powerful legs. You could see he was shaky. Even if it was only a little, you could see it. He was so cute like this, all red and needy, waiting for you to do anything.

Bam closes his eyes as he waited, the sound of you removing your clothes and the shaky breaths he made being the only things he could hear.

"Would you like me to take care of you, Bam?" You ask, trying to look cute for him.

"Yes, please," Bam replies.

"Hmm?"

"Sorry. Yes, please, mommy,"

You giggle at his words. They made you all giddy and happy.

"I'm going to remove this for now," you announce, reaching behind Bam to untie the apron around his waist, "it'll get in the way, and we don't want it to get in the way now, do we?"

The way you spoke and how you moved and did everything was intentional, and Bam knew it and was just as excited as you, but some nervousness was still hiding inside him.

You place a kiss on the tip of his length, looking up at him as you did. His face glowed as your soft hands wormed their way onto him.

Bam was a sweetheart and would never flip a situation unless you were both feeling playful enough, or he was serious and wanted to make sure you knew it.

Your mouth continues to leave a trail of kisses down his dick, making sure you never left a single inch of him. He was so good to you, in his way, and you were doing what you, and him, wanted.

After reaching the base of his length, you trailed back up, peppering more and more kisses on him. After you get to his tip again, your mouth sucks on it, swirling your tongue around him.

Desperate groans left Bam's mouth as your tongue slid across him, even reaching his slit and toying with it, tasting the precum that you had abandoned before.

"You've been so good and patient, Bam. Do you want mommy to continue?" You tease as you remove your mouth from him.

"I do want you to continue," he responds. Your eyes glare at him for a second before realising once again what he had missed, "please, mommy,"

You smile sweetly at him, "that's better,"

The bed shifts as the two of you move onto the bed closer to the headboard. Bam's brown hair stuck to his face, the sweat helping it stay in place.

Your hands had picked up the strap-on from earlier, and you were currently putting it on.

A shiver ran down Bam's spine as he watched you. His beautiful angel, treating him like an angel. Well, kind of. Bam would always praise anything and everything about you.

The few minutes were just about bearable to him. Every single movement you made, Bam watched closely. Your hands reached for the lube, spreading it generously over the strap-on.

Then you move over to Bam, leaning over him.

"I love you so much," you say quickly, planting soft kisses all over his face.

Bam didn't answer. You already knew that he felt the same way. The smile he gave you was enough to prove it.

You lined the tip up to Bam's entrance and thrust slowly inside him.

Bam throws his head back against the bed, gripping the blanket below him tightly, making his fists pale.

You continue slowly, making sure that you didn't hurt him. Bam wanted you to treat him well, and so did you. It would be bad for both of you if it went wrong now.

"You're doing so well," you say, lifting one of his legs over your shoulder.

Not like you were expecting anything out of Bam's mouth at the moment. You were more interested in how he felt, and, by the look on his face, how he was reacting to your movements, he looked like he was enjoying himself. Oh, how good it would feel to you to hear him beg, calling you mommy and have him all whiney just for you to do anything to him.

You were out of it, your head thinking up all kinds of situations now that Bam had called you mommy.

"Oh, fuck. You're making me feel so good, mommy," Bam groans, snapping you out of your lewd thoughts.

You had unintentionally sped up. It must've been the reason Bam suddenly became more vocal.

It was boosting your ego a little. You were making Bam feel good, and you could see it, too.

While your hips continued to snap into Bam, causing the strap-on to reach further inside him, your hand reached over to his length and started playing with his head again.

The sight of Bam's face contorting in front of you was quite a sight. It was as if he was trying to keep himself grounded while you were thrusting quickly inside him like this.

Then his arms covered his eyes, and his back arches up. You must've hit his prostate.

All the squirming Bam was doing, the small groans that came out his mouth, and the occasional mommy, it was just so damn precious to you. It was something you wanted to try again.

Bam, the kindest person you knew, looking at you with his eyes the way they were, it was almost too much to you.

"Are you getting close, my cute boy?" You ask.

"Yes. Yes, mommy," Bam responds, his eyes closed under his arms.

Your fingers rubbed all over the head of his dick, helping him to reach his climax.

The breaths that escape Bam's mouth become shakier, his groans and whines growing and become just a little louder. He was so damn close. It was like he was losing his mind, and it was you who made him like this.

Your hand released his length, letting it fall onto his stomach as he came. His sticky liquid spurted into his skin, your speed decreasing now that he had reached his end.

Both of you were panting messes. Your bodies were sweaty and heaving. It wasn't like you had gone too easy on Bam. But you hadn't gone rough on him, either. You couldn't help but wonder if you had left him satisfied.

"Did that feel good, sweety?" You ask, acting as playful as you did before.

Bam laughs a little, watching you again as you remove the strap-on. "Yes, mommy," Bam says sweetly, smiling at you, "and you always will do,"

That was something that he let you know anyway. It was these sweet moments of honesty that meant the most. If you didn't have them, then there would be no relationship. You adored Bam in these moments.

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