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silentiumxamoris:

@fleche liked for a Alexander starter

“Look, I’m not asking. I’m telling you,” Alex said sternly, shoving the last bit of his clothes into the bag he’d always had lying around just in case. “She needs me and I’m going after her. I’m bringing my sister home.” Annette had called sobbing she was scared and alone after things where she was had fallen through. 

“At least let me go with you,” Ama said finally, a small frown on her lips. “I mean, come on. If she’s in danger, I could be a huge help,” she’d been open with him about her past, about what she was and who she was. There were about a thousand different weapons sitting above their heads in the attic as they spoke. She didn’t like the idea of Alex getting hurt.

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askchrisschistad:

“ okay - what ever you want. “ chris finished washing himself off and gave a last shake of his hair trying to rid any lingering suds before he left the shower. He easily stepped to the side and took a step towards the glass cubicles door pushing a hand slightly against her shoulder to show her that he was moving.

“ I’m gonna get changed. “

He takes a last look over her and brings his hand over her ass as a firm tap. He smiled a mischievous grin and walked out. “ see you in a few. Don’t take too long. “ he went to the sink and began to brush his hair after he swiftly tied a towel around his waist.

A little yelp escaped her lips at the feeling of his hand tapping her ass. Her eyes turned to narrow on him a little, lips jutting in a small pout. “I’m draining all the hot water just for that,” She announced as he left. She stayed in the warm bathe of the shower, cleansing her hair of the shampoo and then working the conditioner into it and then rinsing it free. After she turned off the water, she twisted her hair to squeeze out as much of the water as she could, climbing out and toweling herself off before wrapping up.

She padded to his room on her tippy toes, the floor a bit too cool for her liking before she’d simply sat herself on the edge of the bed and watched him.

“I need a hoodie and the sweat pants,” she hummed, one of her hands holding the towel together by her chest. “I’m not sure what we did last night, but theres no way I can wear anything from it.”

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askchrisschistad:

Chris moaned slightly as he was pushed away from the warm stream of the shower. He continued to work the shampoo through his hair when he gave up and grabbed the soap quickly running it over his arms before he began to lather it across her back and shoulders.

“ I’m fine with you going commando but I think you can’t wear my pjs. “ chris pushed her back out of the stream and washed the rest of the shampoo out of his hair putting him now in front of her. He then grabbed some conditioner and started to move it through his hair. Not before handing the soap to ama.

“ céleste? I’m a french mood today? “ chris asked as he ran his hair back under the water to rid of the white conditioner from his hair.

“ nighthawk’s fine. Plus they have mozzarella sticks. “

Ama pouted at him as she was moved out of the stream, but easily took the soap and began to clean her arms and her belly and chest. “Uh.. Yeah you’re probably right.. What about the light grey sweatpants? The ones with the strings. I could definitely wear those.” She pointed out, crinkling her nose a little as the spray of water flicked in her direction.

“I’m always feeling very frenchy, but people give me weird looks when I run around yelling it.” She pointed out, placing the soap back in its rightful place when she was finished and easily nudging him out of the way so she could begin rinsing her hair free of the shampoo.

“I don’t think I’ve tried their Mozza sticks..” She hummed, pursing her lips a little. Her eyes closed as she tipped her head back, hands massaging the shampoo from her thick tangles. “Ohh... and I could get a milkshake - their milkshakes are so good.” She sighed at the thought before she took the conditioner and began to work it into her own hair as well. “I wonder if I still have any buckles lying around here. I had a full pack like last week and theres not at my place somehow already. I don’t know how I lose them so quickly, but either way my hair’s going to be so damn poofy I can’t not put it up.”

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askchrisschistad:

Chris paused at the mention of the ‘ art ‘ she had created and quickly did a survey of his body before giving up and just squirting some shampoo into his hands before hastily rubbing it through his head.

“ you want to go out for breakfast? I don’t feel much like cleaning. “ chris didn’t think much of it, but greasy fried waffles or pancakes sounded good. Maybe bacon. “ I’ll let you drive? “ he wasn’t really sure why he said that. He never let anyone drive. Well not usually. Unless he was trying to score. But with ama he didn’t need to try but he knew she’d get a kick out of the horse power of his sports car.

She grinned at the idea of being able to drive his car, moving into the bathroom to sit herself on the toilet, just watching him, amused by the renegade of marks left on his skin. “Pancakes do sound good.. And so does driving that beautiful car of yours.” She was a speed devil, A car like Chris’ got her excited, had the blood pumping through her veins. “But, if we’re going to go out I need a shower. My hair isn’t too bad but it smells, and I’ve got cum on my thigh, I’m pretty sure.”

Not that it was a surprise. “And it also means having to stop by my house or I’m stealing your pajamas and going commando. No way am I keeping this pair of underwear on after a shower. They’re definitely not sanitary.” She didn’t trust Chris. He fancied making her cum before he got her undressed. “So,” she stood after and unhooked the cape and easily wiggled free of her panties before she got into the shower with him, nudging him out of the spray of water. “I haven’t had pancakes in so long,” she commented easily stealing some of his shampoo as well and working it into her own hair, long locks making it a little harder for her to do compared to him. Her eyes flicked to him, eyebrows raising as the excitement filled her gaze. “Where are we going? Anywhere specific in mind? The Nighthawk Diner has the best. Their pancakes are absolutely... Mm, céleste.”

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askchrisschistad:

His mind can’t help but start concocting scenarios in his mind with every new kink she names. A couple throw him off guard. Humiliation being one of them, but honestly he wasn’t too surprised, she seemed kinky and she was. And while chris was a very experienced guy, some of these were too rough for his wife and he had never tried them even if his browser was full of it.

Chris can’t help but start to rock up into her. He subconsciously starts to grip into her hips more with his finger pads digging harder and harder into her sides. Hoping to create bruises. While Chris didn’t have the opportunity to be as kinky as he was with his wife, the girl I’m front of him was a nice substitute.

“ yeah - those are good. “ his mind shifts to the ball gag and can’t help but think how good she would look while being choked out by his cock.

Ama hummed quietly, body shivering slightly from the feeling of his fingers going tight on her hips and the slight rocking. She allowed her hips to slowly move to rock herself down against him to give him the friction he seemed to be eagerly seeking.

“Mm. They are,” She cooed, her fingers carefully gliding up around his chest. “What  are you thinking about?” She asked curiously, eyes twinkling with playful curiosity. It was clear the list she’d given him had gotten him a little distracted and maybe a little turned on, judging by how he rocked up into her. She enjoyed both sensations though, his rocking paired with the harsh grip on her thin waist. She could already tell from the light sting under his finger pads that there would be light bruises there come morning.

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“ well why don’t we end up at your place more often hmm? If you insist on me getting a bigger couch. I can be patient. “ chris poured slightly as he took a seat next to her on the couch. He crossed his arms over his bare torso realizing he was naked again ( forgetting from the last couple minutes ) he slowly stands and starts padding to wards the bathroom.

“ I’m taking a shower. “ he says out loud not necessarily to ama but no one else was there to hear it. Chris makes his way to the bathroom and looks in the mirror. “ god I look like shit - ugh - ama. “ chris said with annoyance as he saw her fake tattoos she had made along with the lipstick stains creating a pattern on his chest.

He turns on the shower to a scalding temperature and steps in facing the tiles. He presses a hand to the cold wall reminding himself where he was. Fuck - his head hurt.

Ama couldn’t help but feel amused by the older boy, grinning as she watched him go. She stayed where she was and waited happily for the moment he would let out that annoyed little groan that he did when he discovered the marks left behind.

Her body hopped off the couch and she easily slid into the bathroom, leaning on the door frame as she observed him in the shower, eyebrows slightly raised. “My names on your back, too.” She told him, snickering. She guessed that she could let him know, since he’d already begun the shower.

“What do you wanna eat? I’m thinking eggs and toast would be nice.” Breakfast was one of the few things Ama didn’t mind cooking for herself or others; mainly because it was extremely simple and damn near impossible to fuck up.

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silentiumxamoris:

“That I had no doubts in, you lazy thing you.” Nico figured as much which is why he made sure to invest in more pillows and extra blankets. “You’ll just have to wake up to watch Lexi and eat.”

“And give you a few kisses,” She hummed, grinning up at him. This certainty was a lot easier than she had thought it would be. “You know, in a month or two.. We can find out the gender,” She said quietly. “Do you wanna know?”

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“If you only give it a week then damn Bells, you got a crappy bed.” Alex knew that wasn’t the case though, he was pretty sure Ama got the best of the best. “Alright fine, sleep but only for a couple hours then we get up and start unpacking. I’m not going to be doing it all on my own missy.”

Ama pressed a couple little kisses along her lovers neck quickly before she snuggled up and got comfortable, soaking his warmth up greedily. “Okay, okay. Even though my big strong boyfriend is definitely more than capable...” She cooed, voice playful. “We’ll sleep for two hours.”

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silentiumxamoris:

“Perhaps your hand is shakey because of how much you drink,” she pointed out with a small shrug and then huffed slightly. “I don’t understand how this could be fun to you. Ruining your bodies, putting things in your system that can kill you.” Aiyla didn’t understand it, really, she tried? But she couldn’t fully understand it.

What made them want to hurt themselves?

“I read, write, take photos.” She commented before shaking her head. “It’s people that don’t believe in it that will regret it later on in life.” Aiyla turned a bit so that she could look at the other better. “Sleep? What exactly does that accomplish? Were you a sloth in a former life?”

“To be honest with you, boo. I don’t understand it either. But it makes things feel a little less.. Loud, for a little bit.” She shrugged, leaning back before she giggled. “as for my hand, I was pretty shit at drawing a straight line when I was like super young. Before the drinking. I think I’m just born with unsteady hands.” Yet she could shoot an arrow just fine, the logic was missing.

“I like reading and writing,” She nodded to the other girl before she grinned and shrugged her shoulders. “I think I was a snail, actually. They take three year long naps.” She joked, grinning ear to ear in amusement. “Sleeping accomplishes nothing, but it makes me feel better. You know, waking up after a good nap feeling like you’ve got nothing to stress about. You might be confused on what year it is but, you’re not stressed.”

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It’s like she was in his head. Everything she was saying is what he thought. Boring. A routine. He was a Schistad and he’d gotten trapped in this boring sex marriage. At least they were having sex.

“ well what are yours then? Besides the rope? “

Chris smirked, he knew she was dirty when he saw her at the club. That’s why he chose to go after her. He needed an animal and he knew he chose right.

Ama hummed back at him, her head tilting while a playful smile etched its way onto her features. “I like pretty much everything rough.” She told him, shrugging. So far, he’d entertained her. Managed to keep up on her level; would he be able to continue?

“I like the basics. Ropes, handcuffs, chains, whips. Hair pulling will always be a top favourite, along with choking. There is a little bit of a Daddy kink. Though, master and sir are definitely always fun to play around with. Trying to get away with things in public is always entertaining. I love being filled with cum. Which is why I had no issue with earlier. Most guys are too iffy to not use a condom.” She paused to think about it. “All sorts of bondage. The hotwax thing is something I’ve only done once but it was a good time so that counts too. I’m big into humiliation. Being called things like slut and whore - but only while being fucked or getting.. Physical with someone. If a guy were to randomly say it to me I might kill him. Uh. Double penetration has always called out to me. I’m Poly, so I tend to want more than one person. So it works well. Gags, ball gags and any other type you can really think of. And I’ve always loved the idea of recording everything, or even just pictures afterward..” She pursed her lips, looking at him. “Honestly. You name it.”

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silentiumxamoris:

He just laughed and then shook his head. “Well unfortunately for the bed, I’m not into threeways and I don’t share so it’s either divorcing the bed or losing me and I think it would be better to divorce than leave me since you don’t want to leave the little punkette too do you?” He playfully nipped at her hand once she pushed the hair from his face.

Ama giggled at him and nodded her head, moving to give him a quick kiss. “Fine fine, divorcing the bed it is. But I’m still going to sleep all the time.” She told him, poking his nose. 

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silentiumxamoris:

He couldn’t stop worrying, it was always going to be there in the back of his mind but for the sake of not ruining this moment since Ama seemed actually happy, he just shut his mouth on the matter. “Hmm, well I plan on sticking around for a while and honestly I’m used to being the first one awake all the time given whom my sister is,” he laughed and followed glancing at the bed.

Alex should have known this would be the first thing set up. It was Ama after all. Hopping up he hummed and laid down, wiggling around to get comfortable. “It’s got that new bed feel to it. It feels super solid.I give it a month before your side of the bed is slightly slumped in.” He smirked as he looked over to her.

“I give it a week,” Amabella laughed, moving to cuddle up with him, enjoying the feeling of being close with her boyfriend. She moved to press her nose against his jaw, eyes closing before she relaxed and just snuggled into his chest.

She enjoyed this moment. It felt so content to just exist with Alex. She was happy to spend the rest of hopefully forever with him. “Now we sleeeep.”

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