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Firsts Part 7

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Firsts Part 7

Valentines

“Nervous?” Sophie looked at Lilly, who was leaning against the doorframe.

“Kinda,” Shrugged Sophie, “I mean, Ericson’s has been…isolated for so long, I’m not sure how to get ready for it.”

“Just be glad you don’t have a permanent GPS tracking you.” Grumbled Minerva, walking past with a pair of screwdrivers.

“You and Violet got those after that truck incident.” Lilly reminded her, “Why’d you try and hotwire a truck anyway?”

Minerva didn’t give a clear answer, mumbling how movies made it look easy.

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Louis scowled, listening to his father talking to that Carol woman, he refused to call her mom, he ignored his father when he said Louis was to blame for her leaving. He would put up with Sophia, but she mostly ignored him, and he refused to call Henry his brother.

“Hey, asshole,” Louis looked up at Sophia, “get up, the bus is here.”

/*/

Marlon grimaced as he saw his new school mates walking through the snow. He saw a girl wearing a disgusting hat shoving snow down the back of a tall guy’s shirt. Glancing back in the bus, he noted that most of the Ericson’s students were at the back of the bus.

“How long before we’re running the place?” Asked Mitch, looking over Marlon’s head.

“A week.”

A snort in front of them drew their attention.

“Ooh,” Winced a guy, “I can’t wait to see when you meet Clementine.”

“That blonde one looks more like a guy than you do.” Whispered Becca, leaning towards Duck.

Clementine covered her snort with a cough, she glanced at Gill, who’s mouth was screwed shut.

“Do you think Sarah and Gabe are enjoying playing tour guide?” Asked Clementine, as she saw Sarah’s face go slack, before the Latina took off her glasses, crossed her arms and pinched the bridge of her nose, “Ooh, someone’s said something stupid.”

Sarah walked over to them, her half of the new students following her, “I think there’s going to be a problem.”

“Oh?” Clementine straightened up, “Why?”

“One of them,” Sarah pointed at the group, “thinks there’s a murderer on the loose.”

“That’s stupid.” Scoffed Clementine, glancing around, “I would’ve noticed the competition.”

One of the students squeaked, before falling over in a dead faint. They kept their composure for the grand total of ten seconds, before Clementine, Becca, Duck and Gill we doubled over laughing.

“S-s-s-sor-r-ry-y-yy.” Laughed Clementine, gasping, “I couldn’t resist.”

The blonde that Becca had been talking to Duck about scowled, “You’re a bitch.”

Clementine ignored her, laughing as she walked away.

In History, Omid had them pair off with their new classmates and, just Clementine’s luck, she was stuck with the blonde that called her a bitch.

“Okay!” Omid clapped his hands together, “So, let’s start off with something easy.”

Clementine and the blonde, Violet, glared at each other.

“What ships were lost in the attack on Pearl Harbour in December 1941?”

/*/

Omid looked over the groups, Clementine and Violet were hunched over their sheet of paper, as Clementine screwed up their spare sheet into a ball, ready to throw it.

“1774 not 1747.” Whispered Clementine, pointing at an answer, “And the Civil War started in 1861.”

“Right.” Violet scribbled the information down.

Across the room, Minerva and Gill argued, “What do you mean you don’t know? What do you do in this class?”

“I sleep.” Muttered Gill, “Clem’s usually the one telling us to stay awake.”

Duck and Louis were arguing who got to write, while Sarah silently moaned as Mitch started playing with lighter fluid.

“Do you have to play with that?”

“Yes.”

The sound of someone being slapped drew everyone’s attention. Becca suddenly standing up drew Clementine’s attention, as Marlon rubbed his face.

“Everything okay?” Asked Clementine, getting up.

“It’s nothing.” Dismissed Marlon, prompting Clementine to walk over.

“That wasn’t directed at you.”

Marlon glared at her, as Omid cleared his throat, “Everyone back to their seats.” He fixed Clementine with a look, “Now.”

Giving Marlon a piercing look, Clementine walked back to her desk, while Becca sat back down, glaring at Marlon.

“What’s rat-head’s name?” Asked Clementine, getting a snort from Violet.

“Marlon.” Violet glanced at him, “He’s got a bit of a vindictive streak.”

“Oh, really?”

“What did you do?” Asked Minerva, frowning at Marlon.

“I just touched her arm.” Shrugged Marlon, as Mitch scoffed.

“Well,” Everyone looked at Louis, “When that girl with the hat,”

“Clementine.” Violet supplied.

“Clementine, got up, Duck started to get up as well.”

“Now that you mention it, I think I saw Gill and Sarah do the same thing.” Said Sophie, “And I’m sure I heard Gabe get up as well.”

“That’s a near miss.” The group looked at a black girl with dreads, “You’re lucky Mr Saul intervened when he did.”

“What do you mean?” Asked Minerva, glaring at the girl.

“Look, I told Gabe on his first day here,” The girl dropped into a seat, “if one of them gets into a fight, they all get into a fight. Sure, some of them just tussle, but Clementine? She knows how to fight. She once broke a footballer’s jaw, and that’s not going on her dead eye.”

“Dead eye?” Minerva crossed her arms.

“She once shot a coyote from the roof of a log cabin on school grounds, with a handgun.”

Marlon scoffed, “There’s no way she has a gun, she obviously lied to you.”

“I saw her shoot the coyote.” Countered the girl, “You’d be surprised terrifying Clementine can be.”

As she finished, three staff members ran past them.

“Ooh, this’ll be good.” The girl ran after the adults, with Marlon’s group following after her.

Entering a courtyard, they saw Clementine pummelling Justin, while her friends brawled with other students. A second later, Clementine was tackled by Alex, and she rolled a couple of feet, before she brought her knee up and slammed it against their head, before she twisted their arm until it let out a sickening crack.

By that point, Duck and Gabe had dealt with their respective opponents, as the grounds keeper grabbed Clementine and hoisted her off the ground. Her legs flailed, kicking Alex in the face.

After the fight was broken up, Clementine and her friends were escorted to the principal, while Alex, Justin and their friends were taken to the nurse.

“Whoa.” Whistled Louis, “That’s so cool.”

“They’ll be in detention for the next few weeks.” Said the girl, “But, that’s why you don’t fuck with Clem’s group.”

Marlon scowled, while Louis looked a little too interested.

“So, is she single?” Louis shrugged as everyone gave him an incredulous look.

“Nope, that guy in the beanie,” the girl leaned against a wall, “he’s her boyfriend.”

Louis looked a little put out, while Sophie had a mixed look on her face.

“Okay,” Marlon paced around the front room of the residential house they’d been put in, “What are we going to do?”

“What do you mean?” Asked Aasim, looking up from his book.

“They attacked Justin.” Argued Marlon, “We can’t let this slide.”

“Oh no,” Said Violet, sarcastically, “Justin tried to grope someone, and they beat his ass.”

“Clementine did break Alex’s arm.” Said Ruby, from her place by the window, “It does seem a bit harsh.”

“But Alex did tackle her.” Said Violet, her arms crossed, “I’m more inclined to listen to Michelle.”

“So,” Marlon glared at her, “we’re just gonna let this slide?”

“Um, yeah,” Stated Violet, “look, you can do whatever bullshit you want, but I’m ‘this’ close to getting a clean enough record that I can get rid of this.” Violet gestured to the ankle bracelet on her leg.

Marlon huffed, trying to think up how he was going to even the score.

“How have we moved on from shovelling shit,” Grunted Gill, as he carried a tyre, “to this?”

“Maybe they’re training us to replace Daryl.” Quipped Duck, as he slid out from under the car.

“Guys,” Clementine looked down at them, “that’s Daryl’s car, we’re working on it, so we can clear this, like we were told to.”

“Yeah, but you’ve got the easy job.” Countered Gill, getting an eyeroll from Clemetine.

“How good’s your aim?”

“Okay, point taken.” Conceded Gill, as Clementine went back looking at the wood line.

Sarah, Gabe and Becca returned with Daryl, as Clementine looked on from her place on the cabin’s roof.

“Do you live out here?” Asked Becca, glancing at Daryl.

“As good as.” Grunted the man, as a loud pop was heard from the roof, “Coyote?”

“I think it was a Mountain Lion.” Answered Clementine, “How come you get to keep my gun, but I can’t?”

“Do I really need to answer that?” Retorted Daryl, getting a huff from Clementine, “Get down here, I don’t think we’ll have any more visitors.”

Clementine hung down from the gutter, before slowly climbing down the side of the cabin.

“So, what caused the fight this time?” Asked Daryl, as Clementine joined them.

“Some perv tried to rip Sarah’s shirt off.” Said Becca, as the Latina flushed.

“I’m surprised you left him alive.” Remarked Daryl, as Duck got out from under the car.

“We’ve already got community service shit,” Dismissed Duck, “fortunately the school’s dealt with the more serious stuff.”

“Oh,” Everyone looked at Clementine, “the school’s hosting a party in the middle of March.”

“How do you know that?” Asked Sarah, frowning.

“Why do you know that?” Pressed Duck, also frowning at her.

“It was on Crawford’s desk.” Answered Clementine, “Do none of you use your eyes?”

“I mean,” Gill laughed, “Sarah does have to pay to see.”

Sarah gave him a flat look, “I have at least a hundred years’ worth of responses to that, all of them from before the civil rights movement.”

“See,” Exclaimed Gill, dramatically, “I am blessed with perfect vision, so she stoops to racist threats!”

Daryl cleared his throat, making all of them go silent, “We’re gonna be clearing one of the fields.”

“Why?” Asked Becca, frowning.

“Because of that damn party.” Answered Daryl, “The sooner we get this fixed, the sooner we can get started.”

“Is the field on school grounds?” Asked Sarah, getting a nod from Daryl, “We were told to clear here.”

“Yeah,” Daryl looked at her, “but you’re gonna be working there anyway.”

Duck toppled over when a Knut on the wheel gave way, “Why can’t we use power tools again?”

“Because Crawford hates us?” Snarked Clementine, frowning as she saw something move.

“Clem,” Said Daryl, stiffening, “d’ya still have your gun?”

Clementine nodded, aiming at the piece of brush that was shaking. After a tense few seconds, a rabbit popped out of the foliage. Sighing, Clementine lowered the gun, carefully disengaging it.

“Am I the only one who thought that mountain lion was gonna jump out?” Asked Duck, letting out a nervous laugh.

“Stay here.” Said Daryl, walking towards the bushes.

“He does know he can shit in the cabin, right?” Asked Becca, after a moment.

Clementine frowned, before slowly following Daryl, before the man returned, scowling at something.

“What was it?” Asked Clementine, making Daryl pause.

“Footprints.” Answered Daryl, “Someone was watchin’ us.”

“Do you think it was Chuck?” Asked Gabe, sliding the jack under the car, “He’s not been in his usual places.”

“Then, why did he run?” Asked Duck, as Clementine handed her gun back to Daryl.

“Maybe the gunshot startled him.” Suggested Sarah, as Gill rolled a tyre towards Duck and Gabe.

“He barely acknowledged a car exploding a foot away from him.” Dismissed Clementine, “A gunshot wouldn’t do shit.”

“Maybe,” Duck grunted as he twisted the nuts on the wheel, “it was one of those new guys.”

“They’re cleaning the gym.” Said Daryl, “Normally, they’d be with you, but since they’re new, they didn’t want them to get lost.”

Clementine frowned, before walking over to Duck, “I thought it was righty-tightie and lefty-loosie.”

Duck paused, before twisting in the opposite direction, “I need to get more sleep.”

“That was surprisingly easy.” Said Becca, looking over the clean field, “That didn’t take long at all.”

Clementine hummed, before looking at Gabe and jerking her head, “We’ll see you guys later.”

“Where’re you guys going?” Frowned Gill, as Duck helped Daryl load the tools into the car.

Clementine and Gabe glanced at each other, before Clementine answered, “On a date.”

“It’s valentine’s day.” Said Gabe, “Didn’t you guys know?”

“Kyle and I broke up.” Shrugged Gill.

“I’m not seeing anyone.” Answered Sarah.

“Duck and I are going to see that new horror movie.” Said Becca, getting everyone’s attention, “What?”

“It’s not a date.” Called Duck, “We’re going as friends.”

“And there’s a couples discount on food.” Supplied Becca, as Clementine bit the inside of her cheek.

“Just,” Clementine started to laugh, “just remember to use protection.”

Clementine had to dodge the clump of snow Duck threw at her, before she and Gabe took off running.

Clementine and Gabe slowed to a stop, both laughing.

“Ooh,” Laughed Clementine, leaning against a fence, “That was fun.”

“Yeah.” Gabe’s chuckles slowly stopped, “Ready?”

Clementine glanced up at the skate rink where she and Gabe had their first date, “Did I every tell you about the first time I went to one of these places?”

“No, I don’t think you did.” Answered Gabe, as they went through the door.

“I was taken by my babysitter,” Started Clementine, “her name was Molly…”

The pair continued their date, going into the rink.

Meanwhile, back at the school, Marlon smirked to himself when he found the file he’d been looking for.

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mostfandomfanatic · 2 years ago

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Possessive!Bakugou x Fem!Reader One Shot

Word Count: ✨1111✨

Warning: Suggestive content

A/n: This is a repost cause tumblr was being weird with the tags. I also fixed some spelling.

ao3 link: His - Bakugou x Reader

Bakugou sat in the common room with the other boys of class 3-A. They were chatting about something lame, nothing that Bakugou felt any need or want to contribute to. His mind was focused on something else, something far across the room. Make that someone.

You were sat at the other lounge area with the girls, the lot of you just getting back from a trip to the mall. Shopping bags basically filled that area of the room, each girl having her fair share.

Bakugou watched as you pulled out a pretty yellow sundress from one of the bags and held it to your body. The girls all oohed and aahed, he could faintly hear Mina call it “adorable.”

Bakugou couldn’t help his mind from slipping, remembering exactly how he used the term.

“Awe, is my pretty princess embarrassed? You’re so adorable.”

You hid your face under your hands as you lay under him, practically bare for him besides your bra and underwear. You hadn’t planned for your date to turn out this way, so you had worn the only matching pair you had that was clean, a baby pink set with a little white crown pattern. Hence the endearment “princess.”

That’s what you were to Bakugou. His princess, his baby, his doll, his girl, his. If you were honest, you’d let him call you whatever he wanted to.

Bakugou asked you out at the very end of your second year. You, of course, said yes. Over the break you were practically inseparable, but when the new school year began, Bakugou had asked you to keep your relationship on the down low for the time being. He wanted you all to himself, he didn’t want anyone prying into something they had no business in. And you had agreed, keeping your relationship a secret made it so the girls weren’t on your back asking for the “juicy details.” You were able to enjoy the privacy, and you both had to admit, it was a thrill trying to sneak around the others.

There’s only two people who know about your relationship. Kirishima and Mr. Aizawa. Kirishima found out probably the worst way possible, walking into Bakugou’s room when you two were busy. You had never seen anyone get so red in the face before, and after that you both learned to double check that the door is locked. Mr. Aizawa found out when he was doing his nightly rounds, he had spotted Bakugou sneaking out of your room and put two and two together. He didn’t seem to care, but he did give you a warning about being out passed curfew and handed you a brochure about safe sex, which left both of you a bit mortified.

Bakugou snapped back to the boy's conversation at the sound of your name.

“I bet Y/n’s gonna look smokin’ in that dress,” Kaminari commented.

Bakugou now realized he wasn’t the only one whose eyes were glued to your figure. In fact, almost every guy couldn’t take their eyes off of you.

It pissed him off.

He noticed Kirishima glancing over at him, probably checking to see if he’d lose his cool. But Bakugou had grown a lot since their first year. While he still has his explosive moments, he was calmer and more mature now. Something like this wouldn’t set him off. In fact, he took pride in this. You, the woman that his friends were currently gawking at, were his. Even if it did piss him off, they could look all they wanted, because he was the only one allowed to touch.

You had left the room for a few moments and came back out wearing the dress. It was form-fitting on your chest and waist, but the skirt flowed around your thighs, falling just above your knees. To Bakugou, you looked like the most gorgeous, innocent, alluring creature to ever walk the earth. And you probably didn’t even realize how attractive you looked right now. Bakugou knew you could be oblivious to those kinds of things, he remembers having to show you many times just how attracted he was to you.

The other boys sure noticed though, and they made that very clear.

“She looks even sexier than I imagined,” Kaminari said.

“Damn, didn’t realize a sundress could look so good,” said Sero.

A few more comments here and there, Bakugou didn’t care what they said. Their words didn’t matter. You were his.

Until he hears Mineta’s irritating, annoying, grating voice.

“I want to run my hands all up and down her hot body! I want to see what kind of wonders are underneath, just waiting to be torn off by my hands! I want to see what she looks like bent-“

Bakugou had had enough. Not even listening to the rest of the pervs' words, Bakugou stood suddenly and set off a few sparks in his palms, thus gaining the attention of the entire room. The boys looked surprised by Bakugou’s intense glare, while the girls looked over confused by his outburst.

“I have a warning for all of you,” Bakugou said, focusing his glare on the perv who was already trembling in his seat.

Bakugou made his way to where you now sat on the couch. You were turned around giving him a confused, innocent expression. He placed his hand on the arm of the couch and leaned over you, using his other hand to grab your chin and force you to look up at him.

“Y/n. Is. Mine.” He growled loud enough for everyone to hear before he leaned in and kissed you with as much passion he could. He had to show them, he had to prove it to them. They couldn't touch you. They couldn't even look at you without knowing.

You were his.

You broke away with a gasp, breathless and flushed. Bakugou gently ran his thumb across your swollen bottom lip.

“We still on for tonight?” He asked you calmly.

All you could do was nod your head yes. Too flustered to say anything, wondering what on earth had gotten into him.

“Good. By the way, you look gorgeous in that dress, you should let me take it off you later.” He gave you one last peck on the lips before releasing you and heading towards the elevators.

Once he disappeared the girls pounced, asking what just happened, if you were dating, how long have you been dating, what was happening tonight. All this while the boys just sat in shock. Not only because you were taken, and by Bakugou of all people. They were shocked that Bakugou was the first to get a girlfriend.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugo katuski x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha x self insert #bnha x y/n #mha x y/n #mha x you #bnha x you #mha x reader

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raewritesf1 · 1 year ago

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ooh i’m intrigued by wip 26 and 31 👀

Accidentally adding no a fic to one list and not the other so I don’t know if you mean college au or double booked for 31 💀 (I have since fixed it)

Anyways here the rough blurb idea of double booked and college au

Double book: Due to a system error Max and George accidentally get double booked for a hotel room (I think I originally planned this for vegas). Since it’s a race weekend every hotel in the areas is completely booked including the one they’re current staying at. So they’re stuck sharing a room for the entire weekend. It ofc only has one bed :)

Colleg au: a ridiculously old au where the driver navigate relationships in college. Essentially an amalgamation of I believe 4-5 fics each covering their own driver relationship that bleed into each other. (I think my previously planned order was Carlando -> Pierresteban -> Loscar/sebcharl -> Galex ) dont care all much for it an might change a lot up (tho I do like the Galex outline I did for it 🤔)

Anyways here the Caught snippet

George was hyperventilating

The image started back at him, mocking him. They had failed, he had failed. It had been just for a second , a slight slip in judgment. He’d regret it immediately after, but Lewis had assured him that it was okay, it was just for a moment, no one would notice.

But someone had noticed, he should have seen this coming, he should have known better.

[BREAKING: MERCEDES DRIVER LEWIS HAMILTON AND GEORGE RUSSELL SPOTTED DOING SOME “TEAM BONDING” OUTSIDE A MONACO RESTAURANT.]

A massively blown up photo of them takes up most of the screen. It wasn’t the best photo, obviously taken from far away and in a rush, but it was clear enough. Clear enough to show that small moment, Lewis’s arm around his waist, George lips pressed to his in a chaste kiss. Them both for a second too lost in each other to remember the world around them.

Below it the overly smug caption read: Mercedes teammates Lewis Hamilton and George Russell proving to be the closest team pairing both on and off track. Seems the brackly based team has a rather…interesting approach to team bonding, but I guess the on track result shows that it must be working.

#my asks #rae snippets

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dustingrayves · 7 years ago

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boy ive been tagged by @skia-visuals, @soymilkheaven AND @amarietie!! hmmmmmm lets see then! ill include some unposted stuff and wips too, to keep it Actually last 15!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 15 stories. See if there are any patters. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

> 1: dulcet

The evenings at the lab slash house were always quiet; someone would be catching up on sleep, or outside running errands or searching for that one goddess-damned things they’re missing for their newest creation. Or they’d just be in the kitchen, absentmindedly stirring a mug of cocoa, just like right now.

> 2: natans

With the sun high in the sky and a breeze, any place could be transformed into a tranquil hideout. However, it seems to have less to do with the unobscured sun or fluttering trees, and more with the company.

Though, Sorey would be lying if he said the sound of softly flowing water and chirping birds all around didn’t help the atmosphere.

> 3: [untitled], next part of the seawards au

The ocean’s pull is unpredictable; one second the waves are calm and almost soothing, and the very next one they could be bringing a calamity, the earth’s wrath in the form of a devastating storm. But for now, it’s calm.

It’s calm when Sorey looks around, eyes skimming the shimmering surface where the sun reflects just right.

And it’s still calm when he blinks and turns to his companion, a wide grin now stretching his lips and a glimmer to his eyes, making them look just like the ever-moving water.

> 4: [untitled], tyrant king au

“We can’t raise taxes anymore, your majesty, not unless you want to face kingdom-wide rebellion and an uprising.”

The king, seated on his golden throne, taps his fingers against an armrest and huffs. “Why do you always go against everything I say?” he asks, narrowing his eyes at his advisor, who folds his scroll back up, tucking it into a fold of his long, flowing robes.

“I’m sure you haven’t forgotten my position,” the white-haired man says, as exasperated as he can. “And, frankly, all you majesty’s recent ideas were bad.”

> 5: consolo, vestimentum mea

“Hey,” comes a soft voice from the doorway.

Lusa twists from his table and mess of parts to see Esper’s portal glowing where the door should be. He’s about to make a remark about him finally taking Lusa’s requests to use doors like normal human beings to heart, but he notices the deep circles under the time traveler’s eyes (not unusual on their own, but they look a little too dark now) and his current paler-than-a-wall complexion. “Hey,” he breathes instead.

> 6: oasis

The beating sun stays in the sky for longer here than anywhere else, it feels like. Or maybe it’s just the lack of shadows that makes it feel so; the last tree they stopped under to give their hot skin a little reprieve almost wasn’t big enough, and that was while all the Seraphim were gone.

No one is quite sure of the time, though Edna does grumble that they’d been running around all day, and frankly, they’d all be much, much happier if they could get out of this hotland and back somewhere cool and shaded. Preferably an inn. And preferably right now.

> 7: auxilium

The familiar door stands before him, and yet Mikleo can’t force himself to reach out, to push it open and step inside.

Grass shuffles beneath his sole as he drags it over the breeze-fluttering greenery; his fingers tug at the leather gloves of the other hand. His heart is stuck in his throat, like a lump that refuses to leave, no matter how many times he swallows around it.

> 8: tonsus

Slow, practiced movements.

Sorey’s eyes follow them, the soft lengths of Mikleo’s fingers running through white tresses, parting and holding and weaving them together into an easy braid. It’s immaculous, almost without stray hairs, so utterly pretty and perfect and infuriating—

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” he finds himself uttering.

> 9: coeo

The castle towers tall, stone so cold he can feel it even standing paces away. Head craned back, he looks up, watching the contrast of the dark walls against the pale yellows and pinks of the setting sun.

And then he decides he had stalled enough. His feet disobey only momentarily, and then he’s pushing the main entrance open, a heavy wooden door thrice his height.

> 10: praegressus

“You have ice cream on your lip,” Sorey points out, actually pointing at the Seraph with his (equally messy) finger.

“Oh— Lemme get a—” Mikleo reaches over to grab a handkerchief but Sorey is faster, leaning forward and pressing his lips to Mikleo’s. His tongue peeks out and swipes over the soft lips, licking the few stray droplets of the matcha cream clean before pulling away.

> 11: clean slate 7

Lusa had thought Esper would be uncomfortable, but much to his surprise (and elation), he isn’t. Then again, he hadn’t been that uncomfortable around Knight or Arme.

At least the second time around.

Esper had taken to cooking lunch for them all, the biggest pot sitting on the stove, filled with rice. A saucepan rests next to it, thick sauce with pieces of meat slowly cooling down from its boiling point. The scent permeates the whole house; it had lulled Arc downstairs from where he’d been preparing his room for the other boys.

> 12: abet

He’s embarrassed, feeling all the blood that had rushed up to his face, but he’d already been cooped up inside the bathroom for too long, and the fact that Sorey is still silent while waiting doesn’t really say much more about his patience than his determination to go along with this. Really. Mikleo is only doing this because it’s him. He’d’ve declined without a second thought if it were anybody else.

Then again, there never would be anyone else.

> 13: flosum osculis

Like a waterfall, like a tidal wave of sea foam; white hair falls over Mikleo’s shoulders as soon as it’s out of its tie. Just as soft as it looks, and glimmering in the setting sun’s rays.

Sorey takes a moment to simply run his fingers through the curling locks, carding gently. Mikleo hums and leans backwards, into the touch, so Sorey keeps at it, softly tugging at the hair and parting it between his fingers, watching in fascination as it bounces when let go of.

> 14: quia

There’s blood thumping in his ears, and he almost misses the warehouse door creaking open. Light footsteps advance towards him, but he only snaps back to himself when a hand comes to rest on his shoulder.

“You did quite the number on him,” the man says, the low lilt of his voice dragging through Esper’s mind like the knife he grips in his tense fingers.

“Has it already been ten minutes?”

> 15: amicable

The seaweed digs into his back, unpliant underneath him as he’s pushed further into the nest. A grin plays on his lips, and he thinks he could stay like this forever.

Mikleo nuzzles into his neck again, scratching the sensitive skin with his fin and gills, and then soothing it with the softness of his hair right after. His lips press a line of soft kisses all over, just the faintest traces of teeth inbetween them.

hmmm i do notice a pattern! it seems i like to start with a description of some sort most of the time! and i know exactly why, too. i used to do a lot of writing bare bones and ive always wanted to do those poetic descriptions of places and people and idk i like to practice! also that most of these are fluffy mmmm love me that sweet sweet softness

theres not enough people left who havent been tagged that i keep up with so ill just go with @rainsonata (｡´ ‿｀♡)

#eso.txt #long post #writing meme #ooh i noticed a double i fixed it

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bougiebutchbitch · 3 years ago

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Team Seven thoughts

Naruto, Sakura and Sasuke are the only ones in the world beside Gai and Tenzou (and Obito but shhh) who know that if Kakashi's injured or exhausted, stroking his hair or his back REALLY HELPS HIM get out of battle mode.

Like, one time he collapsed but was still conscious. The kids were giggling because 'OH SENSEI'S DEFENCELESS LET'S SEE IF HIS HAIR IS AS FLOOFY AS IT LOOKS' (spoilers: it absolutely is). But Kakashi was flat-out, hardly able to move, and FREAKING THE FUCK OUT.

He's painfully weak and immobilised, and just got out of a major fight! The enemies are dead - but what if there are more of them coming? It'd be fine if he was by himself - he'd just crawl into a hidey hole and wait it out - but his team are with him, his kids, and he has to protect them -

Anyway, he's too tense to rest, even if he knows the danger has passed.

UNTIL Naruto makes good on his threats and starts stroking his hair.

Kakashi gears up to snap at him ("Naruto - seriously - ")

...But he only gets halfway through before the words trail off and his eyes go all droopy.

Because.

Ooh.

Head strokey.

Mm.

Naruto, the absolute menace, is observant only when it’s least convenient to Kakashi. He notices. And grins, doubling his efforts to massage Kakashi’s head, kneading at him like a cat.

"You should really shut your sharingan, sensei," grumbles Sakura. She sinks criss-cross-applesauce next to Naruto and adds her little hand to the two already buried in his hair. "You know it drains your chakra. It'd be so much easier if you can walk to the hospital once we reach Konoha, rather than needing us to drag you."

Quite the bossy little medic already, isn't she? Kakashi's half-tempted to disobey out of spite.

Mostly though, he wants to growl that they should stay vigilant. With him down for the count they're vulnerable. Can't they see? They all need to be on their guard, watching for danger, protecting each other because he can’t protect them -

Sure, the kids’ touch sends soothing flickers of sensation across his scalp. Sure, the sun peeks out from behind the clouds, and birdsong twitters all around them, wildlife returning to the gash their battle carved in the forest. The enemies’ blood soaks slowly into the earth.

Everything seems nice and cheerful and safe, but Kakashi has never put much trust in seems. He can barely move his fingers, but he keeps them curled around the hilt of his kunai, regardless.

Until Sasuke edges closer.

He sinks into a squat on Kakashi’s other side. Glaring out into the trees.

"She's right," he says (they all have the decency to ignore Sakura’s flush). "Shut your sharingan."

So rude. Never any respect for his poor old sensei. Not that his other two kids are any better.

Kakashi couldn’t defend himself from their ministrations even if he wanted to; his limbs are lead, weighing him down. His head, in contrast, is full of light fluffy foam, from where Naruto does his best to mould his hair into devil horns, giggling all the while. It’s so tempting to listen. So tempting...

Sasuke sweetens the deal by adding: "I didn't expend much chakra - I'm keeping watch. There are no hostiles for as far as my senses can stretch."

Ah. A status report. Those, Kakashi is familiar with.

He knows he shouldn't trust the words of his little genin (knows they're his responsibility to keep safe). But Sakura is scowling at Naruto and doing her utmost to fix the utter mess he's making of his hair, and Naruto is cackling as he makes it even worse (where did he get the hairbands from?? Kakashi doesn’t know, but he’s already resigned himself to pigtails).

“C’mon, Sasuke,” Naruto stage-whispers, ruffling the springy white spikes. “You gotta touch it. It’s so fluffy...”

Sasuke rolls his eyes to the heavens. Crosses his arms. Scowls at the entire world, but especially the three other members of his team. Then he turns to sit facing half-away, reaches out one hand, and gives Kakashi's head the tiniest, most grudging pat.

Finally, fucking finally, Kakashi lets himself relax. Tension draining from his blood-stained hands, from between the discs in his spine. When his kunai slithers from his fingers, he lets it fall.

His kids are okay. They all survived the fight. They're here, and they're uninjured, and they're taking advantage of his enfeebled condition to pet his fucking head like he's one of his ninken. Kakashi doesn’t mind nearly as much as he should.

His left eye drifts shut. His right eye follows.

He has no idea the horrors his squad are going to wreak on his hair, but that’s a problem for tomorrow’s Kakashi. Everything is.

For now, he dulls his senses down until the only thing he can feel is the three tiny hands on his head. Not quite sleeping, but permitting himself to doze. Knowing that so long as his kids are by his side and practicing amateur hairstyling, all of Team Seven are safe.

#Team 7 #kakashi #naruto #naruto shippuden #sasuke #sakura #sasuke uchiha #sakura haruno #kakashi hatake #naruto uzumaki #team seven #my fic #my art #bbb creates #naruto fanfic

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thegracelessfaceless · 3 years ago

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OMGGG first askk butttt can you do sub!sal headcannons I need them for uh *cough cough* personal use

Ooh, yes please! I'll be more than happy to contribute to your research

Tw: lemon, praise kink, unsanitary

Lemon below the cut, MINORS DNI

Sweet and Sour Subby Sal Fisher Headcanons

I headcanon Sal being kind of inexperienced when it comes to the sexual side of a relationship

Like if you're not his first, you're close to it.

I can see him being nervous about approaching his SO about sex, worried about how he'll be recieved, what you'll say, etc

This persists no matter how long you've been together. It's just a part of who Sal is

So you usually have to initiate things

Though if you're being oblivious to hints that he thinks make his mood obvious, he can be a pretty big tease

Touches lingering too long, fingers dipping lower than they normally would, finding any and all reasons to brush his body up against yours

You finally pull him to the bedroom.

He's just so cute whenever he's all flustered

Even if it's glaringly obvious that he's getting laid, Sal is still tentative during the makeout that follows pulling him into the bedroom and into the bed

His hands want to be everywhere on you, but he's also trying to respect you, so his hands end up just lightly (frustratingly so) brushing over your bits, the parts you both want him to touch so bad

It's easiest to take control, either leading Sal, or telling him what to do.

I can 100% see Sal with a praise kink

Oh, Sal can be good. He'll show you just how good he can be 😈

See, Sal is very observant. He notices EVERYTHING

So while inexperienced, Sal has catalogued every single thing you've reacted positively to in bed

And he knows just what he did to elicit those reactions from you.

He just needs a little guidance. Put him where you want him to be, tell him what to do

He's very good at taking directions

When giving:

This is Sally's favorite part

Knowing that you're about to come, because of his hands or mouth on your body?

That just flat out does it for Sal

And since you like his handiwork so much, and he likes doing it

Sal is content to pleasure you endlessly, his full body at your disposal.

Ride his face, please. If he suffocates, that's a pretty cool death, right?

Your body is a temple, you are Sal's deity and he is at worship

All while he looks into your eyes lovingly

Tell him how good he's doing, how good he's making you feel, how much you love him

Sal loves hearing it, lives for it

And it makes him double down on his efforts, pulling your body tighter against him, eager to please you more.

He can drive you to overstimulation pretty quickly, which can be a good and bad thing.

I mean, sometimes Sal deserves to be worshipped right?

When receiving:

You'll probably have to insist Sal lie back so you can have access to all of his body

Sal's top priority in sex is you, he tends to neglect himself a little when he gets caught up

Like to the point that the skin of his cock will range from dark pink to almost purple, and he'll be swollen with need

but Sal's still just focusing on you and how many times he can make you orgasm with his hands verses his mouth.

His breath comes out in a sharp, raspy gasp as you push him back into the bed

Sal's eyes, still fixed lovingly on you, go soft focused as you touch him, leaning down to pepper the scars on his face and neck with kisses

Because you're so close and otherwise focused, you don't see him blink away happy tears as you pull away when your attention shifts.

You reward Sal for being so so good and attentive to your needs just minutes ago

Sal does have a problem with bucking when receiving oral

You have to remind him not to before he gets carried away

Though, if he's a good boy during your attentions, you might let him indulge for a few moments

His conflicted expression as he tries not to completely mouth fuck you, while biting his torn bottom lip because it just feels so good is one of your favorites

Sal's built up stamina over the years, and will hold out, multiple rounds if necessary, to wait until you tell him he can come.

So some time later...

When Sal's moment of release comes, his eyes go wide and his breath catches.

His eyes find yours, a look of almost panic passing through them, then his face asks for him, "tell me I can finish, tell me to come with you"

You nod, barely able to get out a hum of consent as he fights to control his thrusts, fights not to just ram into you.

Sal holds on as long as possible.

Finally he loses the battle and his thrusts lose all rhythm, his hips pounding up into you over and over as you ride him.

Sal's eyes lock with yours and his gaze goes soft focused.

His good eye rolls back in his head as he thrusts into you one last time, a full body spasm shaking him beneath you as his loud raspy breaths change into a deep raspy groan

Sal gathers you to lay with your head on his chest and you listen to his heartbeat slow back to a normal rate in the following minutes, still buried inside you

After some recovery time, Sal cleans both you up, and helps you redress, or makes sure you're comfortable in bed, and then takes care of himself

Sal thinks about how he doesn't know what he'd do without you and how lucky he is to have you

But he never realizes that you think the same of him. You love him just as completely.

True, he hears you say it, but you think he doesn't accept it on some level, like he's in denial

So you make sure to take advantage of times like these and show Sal just how much you love and appreciate him

#lemon #grapefruit #sally face #sal fisher #sally fisher #sal fisher smut #sal fisher headcanons #tw unsanitary #tw praise kink #sally face smut #sal fisher lemon #sal fisher 🍋#sally face lemon #sally face 🍋

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copiousloverofcopia · 2 years ago

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Bear with me.... Terzo trying to get a little somethin'-somethin', but Alé has no time for his BS as he's already running late for leading black mass, so she leaves him high and dry. Later leading to Papa Terzo giving an unholy sermon, with his Prime Mover distracting him with those 'fuck me' eyes from the front pews (maybe while trying to deal with his sweet, yet unruly semen demons). Mass ends, almost everyone leaves, Alé sticks around to give her Papa a *hard* time. Maybe a blowjob at the pulpit ensues. And it ends with a facial. And obviously Alé deserves a reward, too for putting up with (basically) three children and keeping her mess of a Papa in line.

Ask and you shall receive... Although it may take me a while to get to it 😅😅😅

Anyways ghestie, I changed it up just a little bit but I think you'll still like it.

Practice What You Preach

Also available here on AO3!

Definitely NSFW below the cut!

Commissions are still open, Please pinned post for carrd details.

It was promising to be a very long day. Alé struggling to get everything ready before her family was expected down at, a rare morning, Black Mass. She wanted desperately for the day to go well. Already tired and stressed out, waiting patiently as she went about her to-dos before the inevitable discussion with her beloved Papa. A Papa who still had yet to emerge from the bedroom.

She got herself dressed, wearing the lace black dress she knew Terzo loved. Throwing on her favorite pumps and fixing her hair down for the first time in weeks. Alessandra putting in her new pair of Grucifix earrings, a gift from Primo for her birthday. She was finally ready.

She moved on to the kids. Both Dante and Mena watching Ruby Gloom on the TV in the parlor, while Alé gathered up their dress clothes. She brought them in the room, setting the pile down on the black leather sofa beside her children. As she went to dress them, she noticed a missing a sock. Alé returned to the bedroom, where she had last been with the clothes. Terzo still laying there in bed, now watching intently.

He was stretched out lazily on his side, his head resting in his hand as he made no effort to move. Still in his boxers with a face unpainted as Alé drove herself crazy looking for Dante's black sock. Terzo felt himself swell beneath the silk of his boxers, his eyes crawling over his Prime Mover's body as she bent down searching for it. The curve of her ass, irresistible to him as he reached out to grab it while she'd been bent down looking along the edge of the bed.

"What are you doing?" Alé sighed, realizing only after she spoke, that she knew exactly what he was doing.

"Cara, my cock is so hard just looking at you. I need you…please." Terzo whined, palming over the obvious swell of fabric in front of him.

"We are already running behind and your face isn't painted…you think we have time for sex?" She chided, grabbing the wayward sock and attempting to leave. Terzo wouldn't give up that easily, grabbing her arm and pulling over. Alé landing on top of him in the bed.

"I said no, we've got things to do and YOU are giving the sermon today…or did you forget?" Alessandra reminded him. She seemed on edge today, more so than normal and he wondered what was wrong.

"Amore, Is everything all right?" Terzo asked, conceding to her request, now concerned at her upset.

"Everything's fine. Now get your butt up, get dressed, paint your face, and get downstairs. Literally everyone is waiting on you." She ordered. Alessandra left without another word, gathered up the children, and headed downstairs leaving a very uncomfortable Papa behind.

The whole of the Abbey sat in wait. The sun, burning brightly from outside. Bathing the congregation in a rainbow of colors from the stained glass windows. Alessandra sat in the front pew, as she always did, Mena and Dante unable to sit still as the double doors of the chapel came flying open. Terzo entered, flowing through them—god-like and majestic. The crowd oohing and ahhing over him as he made his way to the pulpit—only mildly late.

Well she was still a bit angry, Alessandra couldn't help but stare. He always looks so amazing in his deep black and rich purple robes. His miter worn proudly on his head as he bowed in reverence to the current and past papas that sat beside him in the sanctuary. He was always so commanding, handsome, and regal—traits that especially now, Alessandra found absolutely irresistible. Shifting in her seat as she began silently regretting not taking him up on his offer.

"Brothers and Sisters of Sin. Today I speak to you in reverence for the sin of lust. The most cherished of sins. The sin that brings us together as one. One before him, before our unholy god—Lucifer almighty. The sin that helps us grow in number. Being fruitful and spreading like a fire across the vastness of the world. It is in lust that we find the deepest pleasures the world has to offer us…" Terzo spoke, his eyes meeting over and over with Alé's. She batted her lashes at him, Staring up at him with those gorgeous green and gold eyes. Terzo stammering a bit in his sermon. Unable to stay focused, distracted by how much they shimmered in the sunlight as he stared down at his Prime Mover from the pulpit.

He tried to maintain his composure through the rest of sermon. Pulling at his collar as he felt himself getting uncomfortably heated, watching as Alé continued gazing at him from the front pew. He watched as she managed to keep the children in check, Dante held as still as possible, however still bouncing around on her lap. Their eldest Mena, swinging her legs around as Alessandra gently reminded her to settle herself as her father was speaking.

Terzo couldn't help but be entranced by her beauty. The fire of his heart and soul. The mother of his children, with those gorgeous eyes staring up at him. Eyes he longed to see his reflection in as she drove her to heights of passion and lust. She was his equal in all things, the two of them made for eachother like the pieces of a puzzle. The picture they made together breathtaking and true.

Terzo spent the whole Mass longing for her, His gloved hands gripped tightly into the edge of the old wood pulpit. He felt the ache growing. His cock stiffened against his pants once again, concealed only by the fabric of his chasuble. He could tell she was feeling it too. The tell-tale eyebrow perk and a wink from the crowd, sending hellfire straight through him. He needed her, and now.

The sermon had ended, rather abruptly. Terzo barely containing his hunger for his beloved Alessandra. Terzo remained in the pulpit, choosing to forgo an accident revealing his need to the masses. As the crowd cleared out, Alessandra motioned for Primo to take Mena and Dante’s hands. The gentle old man leading the children out for a bit so that she may stay behind.

Alé watched as Primo closed the doors up behind him. The Papa and his Prime Mover alone, once more. Alessandra turned to see her husband beginning to descend from the pulpit. “Wait! I will come to you.” she called up to him, Terzo confused but doing as he was told.

Alessandra made her way up the small set of carpeted stairs to the landing. As she approached him, she watched as his eyes grew with more passion and need. Terzo, biting his lower lip as Alé dropped to her knees before him. “Ale, what are you—?”

“Shut up Papa and give me communion.” she purred, Terzo’s mouth falling open with her words.

“Sí cara, I will give you unholy Euchrist if that is what you wish.” he moaned, fumbling over himself to unzip his pants. Alé ran her fingers up his legs, squeezing in on his ass as he revealed his cock to her–hard and throbbing.

“Mmm…I see we are still excited from this morning.” she hummed, licking the drop of precum that had begun to collect on the tip. Terzo’s head fell back as he lifted his chasuble to watch his cock sliding in and out of her mouth.

“Ah!” Terzo moaned, sucking in air through his teeth, Alé gliding her tongue around and pressing hard against the bottom of his shaft. Taking him deep inside her mouth. “Ah…fuck Alé…you know how much I need you, need to be inside you.” Terzo whined, his fist full of Alé’s wavy black hair, more lucious and full than he remembered. The sounds she was making as she bobbed her head onto his cock, sent heat throughout his body. Her mouth firmly around him as she swallowed him back. Slurping and sucking, working him with her mouth and hand in tandem, leaving not an inch left untouched.

Terzo pulled his gloves off with his teeth, Alé continuing to suck on his cock as he tried desperately not to cum. Ultimately he was unable to hold back. As Alé’s tongue pressed against the underside of his cock, a sensitive spot just above the base, her hard, rhythmic sucking made him release. Alessandra moaned against him, the hot cum flooding into the back of her throat. Alé, continuing to move her head until he had completely finished.

She swallowed the mouth full of Terzo’s cum and wiped her lips clean, continent to leave things at that. But before she could adjust herself, Terzo had her lifted up. The former Papa hiking her leg up over his arm and tearing off her panties from under her dress. His dexterous fingers finding their way into her dripping folds. Alé let out a gasp, Terzo beginning to pump himself in and out of her as she mindlessly rutted against his hand.

“Did you really think I’d let you leave this place without you dripping with my cum. That I would allow my Prime Mover to be left unsatisfied, having not been filled by me as Lucifer himself intended.”

“Oh Terzo, make me cum for you. I wanna cry out to Lucifer, reveling our blessed sin.” Alé moaned, feeling Terzo’s fingers slipping firmly against her flesh. Her pussy, so wet and pulsing with his touch. She was even more excited than usual, Terzo relishing every second of it as he pushed his fingers now through her entrance, gathering up more of her slick before returning to rub along the bud of her clit. Alé held tight to his shoulders, her nails fraying the threads of his chasuble a bit as she moaned and cried.

Terzo juggled between pumping his two fingers inside her and rubbing her clit at just the right spot. He felt her legs begin to quiver against him, her breathing shallow and rough as she rolled her cunt on his hand.

“Ah amore, cum for me. I know you want to. I want so you fucking wet when I take you.” Terzo growled, using his thumb to gently rub against her clit as he stimulated her entrance with his fingertips.

“Oh Lucifer Terzo im cumming!” Alé cried out, Terzo feeling her inner walls squeeze him. Fluid bursting out from inside her, running down and along Terzo’s wrist as he gently pulled his fingers from her.

“Mmm… Alessandra you are the sweetest thing I have ever tasted." He commented, sucking his fingers clean of her. Terzo hummed, Alé dropped her eyes as he gestured for her to look down as his rehardened cock. “Let me fuck you. I want that cum all over me.” Terzo groaned, bringing his mouth to her neck. He gently nipped the delicate skin there, before sinking his teeth into her. Alé practically fell limp with his touch, the sweet pleasure and pain from his bite, and her recent orgasm, coursing through her.

"I want you, fill me. Make me yours." She begged, Terzo grunting and panting as he stroked his cock.

“Oh I will absolutely fill you cara, there is nothing I want more." Terzo growled as he pulled off his chasuble. Tossing the ornate garment to the side like it was nothing but a rag that was in his way. He leaned Alé over the edge of the pulpit, ready to fuck her cunt from behind. The two of them, gathering up her dress and tucking it in front of her as Terzo prepared fuck her.

Alé stared out over the pews, the smell of the incense still lingering in the air as she felt Terzo adjusting her hips, widening her stance. "Ah..mmmm." Alessandra moaned as she felt Terzo teasing her entrance with the head of his cock.

“Lift up Alé. I want to be able to reach deep inside you.” He groaned, now running his cock through the cum still leaking from within her. Alé let out a moan, rutting against him trying to slip him inside her. Curving up her pelvis toward him. Terzo placed his hands on her hips, rubbing his fingers across the swell of her ass as he pushed his cock deep inside her.

As he did, their mouths hung open. Both moaning in pleasure as Terzo got fully seated inside. Alé’s cunt, tugging tightly on him as he thrusted inside her. His hands gripped tightly to her hips as Alé held onto the ledge.

Terzo felt the sweat pooling in the small of back. Drenching his vestments in it as he worked to make his Prime Mover cum once again. "Oh Terzo, harder, harder! I'm so close!" Alé cried out, Terzo feeling her body tightening around him inside. He pounded hard inside her, feeling himself begin to give way as his hips met against her ass with each thrust. Alé bring her fingers down to gently rub her clit.

"Ah Alé, I love you. Cum for me cara! I'm cumming for you!" Terzo cried, cumming deep in the back of her cunt. His fingers gripped so to Alé's hips, she was sure to be left bruised. Alé too let go, her body swelling around him inside and cumming hard on him as he moved inside her. It was blissful and hot, as he filled her with ropes of cum. The two of them sweaty, satisfied, and positively dripping in eachothers fluids.

The two of them has slumped down against the wall of the pulpit, both breathless but wholly satisfied. Maybe an hour had passed since their endeavor and they were both still too exhausted to move. Terzo took Alé’s hand in his, bringing to his lips to kiss it. A surprisingly gentle gesture after the animalistic way he had just fucked her. Alessandra nuzzled up against his chest, breathing in the scent of His cologne.

Terzo kissed the top of her head. The mess of hair on both their heads a sure giveaway to onlookers as to what they've been doing. Neither of them cared, basking in each other's company and the quiet of the chapel. "Hmm…" Alé sighed, content in her husband's arms.

Terzo looked down at her. Her eyes shut as she lay against his chest. She glowed, her beauty even more apparent in her post orgasmic state. Terzo felt as if he'd fallen in love all over again and there was something about her now that made him unable to hold back on telling her so.

"I absolutely love you, you know that? I love you each day, more than I did the last." Terzo whispered against the crown of Alé's head. She sat up a bit, turning her head to face up at her starry eyed Papa, who looked back deep into her eyes.

“What…what's that for?” she giggled, Terzo pulling her closer against his chest once more.

“I just do. There is no one I would rather spend my life with than you." He said, sniffling back just a bit.

"Oh Terz. I love you too, so very much. I can't imagine my life without you. We've come so far…I would never go back." Alé smiled, her mind flashing images of their past. Their love blossoming from absolute chaos into even more chaos—beautiful chaos.

"Me either cara, but I...I also wanted to apologize for this morning." He began.

"Oh?"

"I saw you struggling with and I was too caught up in my own needs. I didn't think about yours and I'm sorry." He admitted.

"It's ok–"

"No it isnt. I will do better. I know you do so much amore and I want you to know that I appreciate you. I couldn’t do this…any of this without you.” Terzo confessed.

“You mean the kids?” Alé laughed, Terzo’s face growing more serious, his eyes filling with tears. The two of them got quiet a moment, Aléssandra wondering if maybe she should wait to talk with him after all.

“Yes they are a handful. That is for sure, but I mean with everything. You are my world. I know that it's hard on you, especially since I know like I said, I'm not the best at helping. I am sure at times you must feel like you have three children, instead of two.” Terzo laughed. Aléssandra smiled wide, her own eyes now beginning to shine with the gloss of tears.

“Four.”

“What?” Terzo asked, confused at what she had just said.

“Four children, it would feel like I had four.” Alé smiled. Terzo knew exactly what she was trying to say.

“Cara mia? Alé are you sure. You’re?” He asked her, unable to fully get out the words.

“Very. Omega told me this morning, but honestly I already suspected.” His Prime Mover smiled, revealing she was now several weeks into her third pregnancy. Terzo beamed ear to ear, his eyes widening and his heart once again racing within his chest.

“Oh Alé, non c'è da stupirsi che tu sia così irresistibile oggi. Sai che non riesco a controllarmi quando sei incinta.” Terzo cried, wrapping her tight in his arms and crying into the curve of her neck and shoulder. Alé cried too, her arms squeezing tightly around him as he wept.

“Seems you practice what you preach.” Alé chuckled.

"Seems so…and I wouldn't have it any other way." Terzo said, both of them laughing together—a new Emeritus child on its way.

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Oh Alé, non c'è da stupirsi che tu sia così irresistibile oggi. Sai che non riesco a controllarmi quando sei incinta.- Oh Alé, no wonder you are so irresistible today. You know I can't control myself when you're pregnant.

#ghost #The band Ghost #terzo #Papa iii #papa emeritus iii #terzo x alessandra #terzo x alé #prime mover #ren writes #Ghost fanfiction #The band Ghost fanfiction #ghost smut #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfics #ao3 writer #ao3 smut #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #ao3 fanfiction

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batfamtv · 4 years ago

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i work for her

summary: batmom meets the justice league

bruce wayne x fem!reader

word count: 1508

"Shall I fetch you some tea?"

You smiled from where you sat, and turned your chair to face Alfred, "Yes please. I don't know why I'm so tired already, I'm normally up and about at this time.”

Alfred chuckled knowingly, “Well, being a full-time wife of the Batman will wear one too eventually.” He walked to you, taking a peek at the numerous monitors you turned back to look at. “And it’s not even midnight yet.”

At the sound of the stone wall sliding open and elevator descending, you turned around to look. Alfred did too, but immediately turned to face you, about to inform you that he will be leaving you for a while to make some tea, but--

“Wow! This is awesome!”

Alfred did a double-take. You raised your brows. Bruce wasn’t alone. He was with the other metahumans, smiling tiredly with his cowl in his hand. “Brought some friends.”

While the other metahumans inspected the batcave, your husband was quick to approach you, giving you a warm smile. You reached from your seat to take his cowl and place it on the table, and bring your hand back to his, squeezing it lightly. “Missed you.”

His smile brightened, squeezing your hand back.

Alfred reached beside you to grab Bruce’s cowl, mumbling about making sure there was no damage to it.

You noticed the young, elated kid who was observing the batcave with fascination. This must be Barry Allen. Diana you’ve already met, but the rest not yet--at least, not personally. You’ve only gotten to know who they were from the research you helped conduct.

Bruce called to the others, “Everyone, this is Alfred and Y/N. I work for them.”

Diana approached you and Alfred, patting the latter in acknowledgment. You shuffled to get out of the chair you had curled into, but Diana quickly stopped you before you could get up, “No, Y/N. Stay.” She smiled at you.

“Thanks, Di,” you smiled back gratefully and with a nod, Diana excused herself. Victor Stone was walking behind Diana, only giving you and Alfred a stiff nod.

“Oh,” Alfred shared a nervous glance at you before following Victor again with his eyes. You lightly shook your head in amusement.

Barry Allen looked very excited to meet you and Alfred, raising both of his hands to wave at you, one hand waving at Alfred enthusiastically, and the other extending to wave at you. “Hi, Batman’s bosses!” You opened your mouth to correct him, but he was already gone in a flash.

Finally, Arthur Curry passed by you and Alfred, “This is badass guys,” before giving you a thumbs-up and following after the others.

Alfred looked so surprised seeing these many people in the batcave again after all this time. You grinned at him when he gave you a look, clearly showing his surprise. “Well, I’ll put on the tea. I was going to get Mistress Wayne and me some.”

“Great,” Bruce glanced at his new teammates, almost feeling a little awkward to see a lot of people occupying his batcave.

“I don’t know where we’re gonna find the cups,” Alfred replied, shrugging.

“Ooh, remember that tea set I got from Bludhaven? Those were nice,” you suggested. Alfred nodded, thinking, “I do, but wasn’t those destroyed when the Dami--”

“I think there’s enough left,” you told Alfred, “I’ll help you look.”

Alfred brought his hands up, gesturing for you to stop. “Please, Mistress Wayne, I got this. You can do me the favor of resting to revitalize yourself.”

You waved him off, rolling your eyes teasingly. “I’m fine, I just need some of your tea, Alfred.” He nodded appreciatively and excused himself.

Beside you, Bruce turned to look at you, moving from holding your hand to lean down to plant a quick kiss on your temple. You smiled and held his face, planting a small kiss on his cheek. “Alfred’s right, you should be resting.”

“I will,” you nodded, reassuring him. “I’ll have some tea and take a quick nap.”

“We might be leaving not too long after.”

“Then, I’ll see you off.” You smiled, caressing his cheek with your thumb. Bruce leaned into your touch, before glancing at the team and back to you again. You chuckled at how Bruce Wayne, the Batman, was subtly trying to excuse himself to return to his team, albeit reluctantly, “Go, silly! I’ll be here.” He gave you another kiss and walked over to the others.

On the team’s downtime, waiting for Victor to fix the aircraft, Bruce was watching you sleep, finding comfort in your relaxed face. Diana walked over to Bruce, nudging him, “You should take her upstairs to rest.”

“I would, but I know she’ll get mad.”

“How is she?”

Bruce sighed, “She’s tired all the time. I told her she should just rest, but she insists on helping us.” He smiled at Y/N lovingly, then scowled, as if remembering something unpleasant.

Diana furrowed her eyebrows, “What is it?”

“Uh…” he glanced at her, unsure whether he should divulge. He hadn’t told this to anyone outside the family, “I had a dream, like, I don’t know, almost like a premonition. It was the end of the world, and Barry Allen was right here,” he gestured to the spot Y/N was occupying, “and he said to me ‘Lois Lane is the key.’” He made a face, glancing at Diana, almost looking for advice on what this dream meant.

Diana shrugged half-heartedly, “She is… to Superman. Every heart has one.” She smiled, almost bittersweet, remembering hers. Bruce glanced to Y/N again, almost ready to agree with Diana and drop the conversation.

Despite that, however, he continued, “I think it’s something more. Something darker.” Worry was etched across his face. He hoped Diana was right. He hoped he was wrong.

A while later, you woke up from your nap to see the team and Alfred walking to the elevator. “Is it time to go already?”

Bruce looked at you guiltily, you looked so comfortable all curled up in the chair, he didn’t want to wake you. “Yeah, time to go.” He and Alfred, along with the others are on the platform now, ready to ascend to the top of the waterfall.

With a sigh, you rolled your neck and removed the blanket you buried yourself into. Bruce smiled when you waddle towards him.

Victor, Arthur, and Barry all shared the exact same looks, gawking at you and your pregnant belly. With one hand resting on top of your belly, you laughed at their shocked faces as the platform ascended.

“Wait, what? You’re very pregnant!” Barry exclaimed.

“I am!” You nodded excitedly, “I’m not due anytime soon, though. I’m just big.”

“Don’t you...I don’t know...Shouldn’t you file for maternity leave? You should be resting!” Barry replied, glancing at you and your tummy worriedly. With that, Alfred and Bruce both looked at you with the expression, “See? That’s what we’ve been trying to tell you.”

“Well, the Batman never rests…” you glance at your husband, “and neither does his wife.”

“Wife?” Barry was even more shocked. “I can’t believe Batman is married!” He glanced at Bruce before turning back to you, “Can I touch your belly?” Barry asked, looking like he was going to vibrate with excitement. You nodded, laughing lightly, “Sure, but the baby is sleeping, so no kicks.”

The platform ascended to the very top, the aircraft on top of you. You stared at it in disbelief, Bruce had tried for the longest time to fix it, and now it was here, fully operational. You turned to your husband, “You fixed it?”

Bruce shook his head, tilting his head to Victor. You turned to Victor, “You fixed it! Thank you!”

Victor nodded, “It wanted to fly. Flight is its nature.” Bruce nodded at him, grateful, “Yours too.”

Barry was still talking excitedly to your tummy, finally saying goodbye to the baby. He looked up at you and smiled, “Thank you!”

“Take care, Barry,” you smiled at him. Arthur turned to you, giving you a shaka sign before joining Barry to the aircraft.

Bruce turned to look at you and Alfred. You smiled at him, handing him his cowl. He took it gratefully, before turning to Alfred, “He’ll be here, Alfred. I know it.”

“What makes you so sure?” Alfred asked.

“Faith, Alfred. Faith.” Bruce smiled, looking back to you. “I’ll see you later, Y/N.”

“Will you be here by breakfast?” You asked him jokingly. He grinned and with a light shrug, replied, “Hopefully.”

You laughed, blowing him a kiss as the ramp closed in front of him.

Descending to the Batcave, you were met with an annoyed look on your son’s face, in his suit, wielding a katana. “They already left? I was supposed to come, Ummi!” He huffed, not mad at you but at his dad for leaving him behind.

You leaned down to kiss Damian’s temple, arm around him to guide him to the main house, “It’s a school night, sweetie. Maybe another time.”

a/n: I had a dream about batfleck and now simp mode is on overdrive

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne imagine #batman imagine #batman #dceu imagine #justice league imagine #batfamtv #justice league #zsjl #batmom #batmom imagine

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moxfirefly · 4 years ago

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So I’ve been working on this for a little while now after a comment @supershiny-raven left on one of my post. I present to you:

How the others find out you and the turtles are dating.

Raphael entered the Lair with you in his arms. His brothers stumbling by him, Leonardo actually tripping.

The gang had gone to drink at Vern’s fancy penthouse, a round of drinks had turned to four and before anybody had common sense he had broken out his fancy wine collection.

That had truly been everyone’s undoing.

Yours as well.

Raphael the tank had pretty much only gotten buzzed, even more so upon seeing your state he figured he needed to somehow get you and everyone else home safe and in one piece.

“Where do we dump Donnie?” April had one of his arms slung over her shoulder while Mikey had his other, they had quickly found out the purple banded terrapin was a fan of wine. “Whatever is flat and comfortable, you think you can manage him and Leo?” Raphael nudged his older brother who had dozed off while resting against the couch.

“Yeah yeah brah, we totally-“ He unceremoniously let his brother fall on the nearest cot, poor April taken along for the ride. “Shit, sorry girly”

Raph shook his head, you groaned stirring awake and tightening your hold on him. Raph was basically carrying you with one arm beneath your rear. Making his way towards his room he gently placed you on his bed and set about the task of removing your shoes. “Hey hey mister, I got a boyfriend” You squinted at the large terrapin at the end of the bed.

“Yeah I heard, lucky guy gets to put ya drunk ass to bed, where’s your makeup bag baby?” He got up when you half hazardously pointed at the dresser.

Pushing yourself up a little on your elbows you watched him gather your face creams and a pack of makeup wipes. He sat back down but next to you and motioned towards his lap. “C’mere, let’s get your face off” You giggled when he manhandled you onto his thigh and took out the wipes. Slowly and in the most excruciatingly loving way Raphael set out to wipe off your makeup. Each stroke removing foundation and eyeshadow, you mumbled something he somehow understood in your inebriated state. “Yeah yeah I got ya kid” With all the careful dexterity he developed over time, he gently removed your eyelashes.

“Somebody has been paying attention” You giggled, feeling the buzz in your body shift into grogginess. Raphael looked inside the bag, adding some cream to your face to hydrate it. He examined his work, a lazy smile as he caressed your face. It felt bizarre he could actually do this, touch a beautiful girl and do something so silly as help them out with their face routine. The two of you had been rather quiet about your relationship, enjoying it all to yourselves.

“Ya were the cutest drunk at that party” He ran his knuckles across your chin, You smiled sleepily lifting up enough to catch his lips in a languid kiss.

The door creaked open and there stood April, her own slightly drunk face breaking out into a sweet smile. The two pairs of eyes that landed on her read ‘get out’ and ‘keep your mouth shut’ slowly April backed up nodding with a giggle.

Then there was a ruckus of what Raphael only assumed was April tripping and Leo drunkly laughing his ass off.

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Michelangelo

Oh he was screwed.

So insanely screwed.

How could he misplace something he kept on his person so diligently?

Mikey turned over everything he could in his room, currently he had done just that with the mattress but to no avail.

His phone was missing.

His phone with that very scandalous polaroid you’d taken for him.

Mikey had nearly passed out when you gifted him the picture and to his delight he had stuck the polaroid on the back of his phone in its clear phone case. He kept his phone on him all the time, sure he’d have to be a little sneaky about placing it down but he could manage.

Now though? He was about to have a coronary.

Okay, currently in this disaster there was no trace of it. This meant he’d have to scavenge the living room.

Where his family was.

Mikey swallowed and scurried out with a silent prayer that it would there.

Raphael and Leonardo were currently watching a basketball game. They seemed pretty engrossed and perhaps wouldn’t notice that he was scouring the ends of the earth for his actual girlfriend’s literal boobs. He peaked aglance at the couch, his large brothers had to take up so much space to make it worse.

“What are you looking for?” Came Donnie’s voice from the kitchen. The orange banded turtle froze, he tried giving him a nonchalant shrug. “Just checking how I can give Raph a wedgie ya know” Donnie raised a brow ridge, mug of coffee to his lips.

“I double dare ya numbnuts, the Knicks are down ten points and I’m pissed” Raph grunted as the opposing team landed another shot and Leo sighed exasperated with the outcome. His eldest brother got up thankfully which allowed him to take a look at the that side of the sofa. To his dread but relief there wasn’t anything.

Where the fuck was his phone?!

“Hey snot face, can ya order a pizza?” Raph grumbled as the game seem to worsen, a pizza could fix up his mood. Mikey frozen, mouthing a series of ‘shit shit shit’ as he frantically looked around.

“Oh man that would fix this terrible game, can you order it with extra bacon too?” Leo went straight to the fridge to grab something to drink. “Order some cheesy sticks too will you?” Donnie asked as he poured himself another mug of coffee.

Yes all of this sounded wonderful and his stomach did grumble but

HIS GIRLFRIENDS BOOBS.

Raph had scooted further to grab his own soda from the coffee table and just as he did he saw his phone. Relief washed over him but to his immense dismay and terror, the back of his phone was facing up. Which means the clear case he had was displaying the infamous polaroid he had been gifted.

You had simply asked him one thing.

‘Please don’t let your brothers see my tits’

It all felt slow motion, his eyes going wide, his hand diving to the couch and just as he did, Raph’s quick reflexes kicked in unfortunately and he turned to grab his youngest brothers wrist. “Ya ain’t giving me a wedgie man!!”

Raph’s eyes followed Mikey’s hand and then his eyes bugged out.

“Why are there titties on the sofa?!” Raph made for the phone but only got a face full of pillow cushion. He snatched the phone before it could be grabbed by anybody else. The red banded brute grinned as his brother hugged the phone to his chest. “Advert your gaze you perv!” Mikey all but shrieked.

“I’m not the one walking around with a titty pic as my phone cover” Raph grinned, just to make matters worse Leo and Donnie had gathered.

“Mikey why are you walking around with a random porn pic on your phone cover” Came Donnie’s disapproving tone.

“It’s a polaroid” Was all Raph needed to say.

The silence that fell was brief, then a series of ‘ooh’s’ sounded off and Mikey all but frowned and felt his cheeks heat up.

“No way! That can’t be...” Leo was incredulous. The relationship between Mike and you had remained rather on the down low. It was fun, a little secret away from the world that could stay between the two of you.

“Mikey, are you and y/n a thing?” Donnie asked exactly what the rest wanted to know but Mikey dreaded to answer. He sighed dramatically and tucked his phone into his pocket, shooting Raph a glare as his green eyes followed the motion.

“Listen dudes she made me promise that nobody would see that picture and I’ve already broken that cardinal rule thanks to this jerk face” He frowned at Raph, who in turn rolled his eyes.

“Well maybe keep the picture in your wallet or your room?” Leo sipped his soda with a matter of fact tone.

“Or as a background on your phone cause honestly man” Donnie smiled to himself when Mikey shot him an incredulous look. “Why’d she give you that?” Raph inquired sneakily with a smirk.

“For our three month anniver- AH YOU DICK” Mikey huffed out as Raph began to laugh, it was so easy to trick Mikey when one played their cards right.

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Donatello

Investigating could take a toll on anybody, even if by all means you weren’t a detective it still didn’t mean you wouldn’t find yourself researching and investigating crime. It seems to be part of the job description when you befriend four giant crime fighting terrapins.

In away you could help, you did.

Everyone had huddled around the living room, the coffee table littered with pictures, clues and all sorts of pieces of evidence that could possibly lead to the culprit they were trying to catch. You had set down a stack of papers, eyes already screaming for a break. Leo and Casey were at the kitchen talking, Casey had just clocked out and was reporting back what the nights investigations had gathered. Raph and Mikey were checking out the pictures Casey had brought over and Donnie naturally was researching on a laptop he’d placed there.

You had nudged him to come over and join the huddle, and secretly you just wanted him close. The two of you were dating, quietly and unannounced, but in those first few stages of just wanting to be glued to one another it was a little difficult to do said glueing.

On a few occasions with prying eyes preoccupied with their investigating, you had reached over to rub his cheek, his sleepy eyes spoke greatly of how tired he felt. Donnie had been at this already for a while, you’d been there with him along the way.

With a stretch of his arms, Donnie yawned and rolled his neck. The clock on your phone read 3:45am, he was due for a nap at the very least. “Why don’t you lie down, I can keep helping out here” You reached over again and took off his glasses, he smiled tiredly but shook his head. “I’m fine, I can keep going” Despite his entire body language screaming otherwise, Donnie would always soldier on.

By the time another hour passed, people consumed enough Coffee to give themselves an additional pulse (and somebody committed the mistake of giving Mikey said coffee) the investigation had died down. A few walls were hit but a few leads had come from it as well. Everyone was ready to call it a night (or morning).

Casey yawned, twisting his neck to let out a few pops. “Okay who’s staying and who’s coming with me?” By the sounds of April softly snoring against an equally happily snoring Raph, it seemed she would stay. Casey had a few hours of sleep to catch on before heading for his next shift and you had to preoccupy yourself with the same before tackling a night shift at your job. Donnie’s tired eyes expressed how he wanted you to stay over but he knew work was closer to your place.

“I guess I’m carpooling with you” You told Casey, already grabbing your jacket and bag. A quick hug to Leo and Mikey, a bow to a recently awaken Splinter and you were next to Donnie.

He’d been sitting on the kitchen table, arms crossed and looking closer to being k.o’d.

It was the sleep deprivation honestly, on both your behalves.

Because you had spread your arms for a hug and so had he, but your face had met in the middle and before either of your foggy brains could comprehend what was happening you had smooched him.

On the lips.

For about a minute.

Minute and a half honestly.

You both froze, the awake members of the family staring with raised brows. Donnie furrowed his brows, lips pursed in a thin line, you still had your own in a kissing motion.

“Well at least we solved one mystery tonight” Spoke Mikey with a snicker, Leo nudged him.

Donnie sighed by shrugged. “Not exactly how I wanted to announce this so yup, I’m her boyfriend, she’s my girlfriend, please hold all inquires for a later time when I’m actually awake” He pulled you in again for a hug, and another kiss (greedy boy) and instructed Casey to deliver you home safely.

With a blush but albeit happy look on your face you waved everyone off.

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Leonardo

Keeping a relationship quiet had never proven to be so difficult. Truthfully it came easier when the circle of people surrounding you was bigger, but a close knit one? Everyone suddenly had the powers of observation up to God level.

But Leo’s ninja skills were God level too and you knew how to keep your trap shut and not sigh like a love struck teenager every second you saw him. So it had gone good, real good for a while. The thrill of maybe sharing an intimate kiss while others we’re around was a sensation you never expected to enjoy. When it was time to leave, Leo would ‘walk you’ home safely and by ‘miracle’ run into a few thugs on his way back.

Because there’s no reason a brisk ten minute walk to your apartment should turn into an hour and a half.

Raph wasn’t buying but cared little to stick his nose into it. Donnie was too busy to bother. Mikey had an idea but decided due to bro code not to voice it.

His father though?

Splinter knows what’s going on because well, he’s Splinter. You live long enough with four giant sons all with their unique personalities and traits, you pick up a thing or two about parenting pretty easily.

And Splinter is a phenomenal parent.

Both Father and Mother to his sons.

So naturally he’s irked that his eldest is sneaking out at odd hours and trying to conceal his return. Because Splinter feels that out of all four, Leo has always been the most open with him. Once Raph hit those pre-pubescent mood swings, Donnie began to teach himself all matter of subjects and Mikey was too busy trying to set a new record of heart attacks to give his father while skateboarding; Leo always remained the same.

Even with all the acolytes Leo has achieved in his ninjutsu training, he still had his hiccups and his father would never spare the opportunity to turn into a teaching moment.

So when Leo had kissed you passionately on his way out of your window, you still in nothing but the skin that he had dedicated a fair amount of time in kissing and bitting. He thought he was being slick, he thought he was going to ninja his way into the Lair, into the showers and straight to his bed.

What he didn’t account for was his father waiting up on him. A mug of hot tea on the kitchen table and hands clasps together in what Leo recognized all to well as ‘Dad Mode’.

He’d been caught with the proverbial hand in the cookie jar. His gear was half hazardously on, mask slipped down around his neck and for Christ sake he was holding a shoe. It was 6:30am and he smelled like a girl, a pretty girl no less. The jig was up, especially when his dad motioned for him to come forth and seat opposite him at the kitchen table.

“Dad I can ex-“ Splinter held up a finger and pushed the mug of tea towards his disheveled eldest son.

“My son, I am not angry” Which was truthful, he wasn’t, in fact he was ecstatic that Leo had found somebody, somebody good and somebody that loved him for he has. Long ago he had accepted the pain that his sons would not find suitable partners and the ache it would come with for them. But here was Leo, nervous and trying to adjust his clothing because he’d been with a woman, a woman he clearly loved.

“I like y/n, she is kind, thoughtful and caring to us” Splinter emphasized each trait with a tap of a long nail on the table. “She should be treated with respect, I hope I have instilled that teaching unto you, a lady is to be respected Leonardo” Leo nodded at his fathers words, he nodded and prayed that the underwear he had stuffed into his pockets wouldn’t magically transport on the table to further humiliate him.

“So please my son, do not lie to me, do not come home late in this state and not expect me to know what has transpired” Dad voice was on, coupled with the sympathetic eyes though, man Splinter was good at this shit.

Leo hung his head, clearly ashamed of his dishonorable doings. “Hai, sensei” Even as an adult being scolded by his father never stopped hurting.

“And please do tell her that there isn’t anything hide, she is welcomed in our home, I would not mind getting to know my future daughter in law a little bit more” Splinter enjoyed the way his son nearly choked on his tea.

“Perhaps I can tell her a few anecdotes of your growing up” He smiled when Leo looked at him with pleading eyes. “I believe I have a few embarrassing ones she will find most delightful” He stood up and placed a hand on his sons broad shoulder. “I’m sorry dad, sorry for sneaking around and not telling you” He was earnest in his words and Splinter bowed his head.

“I know, thank you Leonardo” He walked away, hands behind his back.

Leo sighed and pulled out his phone, shooting you a quick text.

-so my dad wants to formally meet you... as in introduce you as my girlfriend.

It felt nice to hit send on that message.

#tmnt bayverse #tmnt Leonardo #tmnt Raphael #tmnt Michelangelo #tmnt Donatello #Leonardo #Raphael #Donatello #Michelangelo #tmnt Leo #tmnt Donnie #tmnt Raph #tmnt Mikey #fluff #comedy #slightly ns*w

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missmonsters2 · 4 years ago

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ooh can you do 50 with nat? i love your writing!

and I lurve you 😌

"It's okay, I couldn't sleep anyway."

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God, you were fucking tired.

Pulling a double shift at work had really put you out. On top of that, your coworker annoyed the fuck out of you today with the number of times they messed something up. You were the one who had to fix it every time.

"You're poor, you need money, you're poor, you need money," you mutter to yourself as you make your way home.

You seriously couldn't wait until you got home and showered. Once you were freshly cleaned and didn't smell like today's disaster, you were going to hop right into bed and knock out like you were dead.

There was nothing that could stop you from that. The next person who stopped you from doing that, you were going to commit murder. It was only sensible.

You opened the door to your flat, dropping your things onto the floor haphazardly as you trudged to the bathroom. You turned the water on, scalding hot before stripping and showering. The moan that left your mouth was properly too inappropriate, but what did you care?

Once you were done, you finished your nightly routine and dry your hair as much as you could be before gave up and went to your bedroom.

Just as you entered—

"Holy motherfucke—" You yelped.

In your bed, sprawled out but awake, was Natasha.

"What are you doing here?" You hissed. "You scared the living daylights out of me!"

Natasha sat up, and you turned on the lamp, keeping the light low. The light instantly gives you a better look at Natasha.

Her eyes are bleary, and she was slightly pale.

"Are you okay?" You ask slowly as you walked over and dropped your towel to hang over your chair before you climbed into bed.

Natasha was...your fuck buddy. Well, she was more than that, she was your friend, but you also cared about her a lot. But you weren't dating.

God, sex with feelings was complicated.

This was one of those times that things were complicated. It was meant to be sex and just sex. But you're not sure how somewhere down the line, Natasha began to come to you when she needed more than sex.

But there was a very, very delicate line. You couldn't over-coddle Natasha because that would make her runoff. You couldn't be cold or indifferent to it because that would also make Natasha shut down.

Complicated.

"Fine," Natasha mumbles, and you notice she's already freshly showered herself and made herself comfortable by changing in your clothes.

So, she's been here for a couple hours, at least.

"I didn't know you were already back," you say conversationally.

"Got back a couple hours ago," Natasha tells you as she adjusts her pillow so she could rest up against it.

So, Natasha came here first thing when she arrived back from her mission.

You swallow.

You chance a look over at Natasha. Whatever the mission was, it clearly had affected her. She could come back sometimes like this, but you never pushed her to tell you because she never wanted to talk about it.

And you were okay with that. Everyone deserved to keep their hurt to themselves if they wanted to. Lord knows you had some things you didn't want to open up about.

"Sorry," Natasha says suddenly as she sighed. She's got her nose slightly scrunched as if she feels stupid that she's here in your apartment. "I know you've probably had a long day and want to sleep."

Natasha's pinching the edge of the blanket, and you pretend you don't notice.

"You can if you want," Natasha pushes on. "I...Can I just stay here?"

You blink a couple of times.

"Of course," you smile lightly at her. "I'm not even tired, anyway."

You grab the remote by your bed and turn the TV.

"It's good you're here," you mumble. "I was in the mood for staying up and watching that one show we watched the other day."

"You liked it, didn't you?" Natasha turns and smirks, though it's a tired one.

You roll your eyes. "It wasn't...bad."

You press play and turn off the light, so the TV is the only thing that's on. You try to focus on the TV even though your eyes are fucking burning and your brain is screaming at you.

Fifteen minutes in, Natasha slides closer to you, presses her body against your side, as presses her palm against yours. You hear a sigh of contentment before feeling her head on your shoulder.

"Sorry," Natasha mutters again as she squeezes your hand.

You squeeze back before pulling her leg over yours.

"It's okay, I couldn't sleep anyway," you mutter.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff imagine #black widow x reader #avengers imagine #mm.drabble.nat

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sweatersstyles · 4 years ago

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prompt: harry wakes up early on starbucks cup release days and surprises you by buying all the ones he thinks you’ll like. he’s usually able to escape the paps but this time they catch him and he ends up having to explain it in his next interview and gets all shy and can’t stop blushing.

a/n: hello all!! first I want to apologize for my 4 month long writing absence. life just has not been kind to me lately and unfortunately zapped a lot of my creativity energy, but I’m happy to have something done now! hopefully I can continue and keep a more consistent schedule for the remainder of this year!

immense thank you’s are owed to my kind friends @tobesolonely and @meetmymouth for the encouragement to find my creative spark for writing again and for being amazing betas! and to @taintedwonder for the lovely idea! @theharriediaries was so sweet to beta for me as well!!

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Harry was usually smarter than this. He had a schedule, a plan, a way to get in and out pretty quickly without being seen.

But today, he’d lingered too long at the mugs, curious if you’d want one of those as well. Your go-to was iced coffee, even year round in the winter you would prefer something cold over anything warm. He was thinking though, of the nights you were stressed and wanted a cup of soothing tea before bed, or those slower mornings where you don’t have to rush and a mug of coffee fits nicely in your hand while he admires you from across the kitchen table.

By the time he’s decided that yes, you do need this mug with the pastel rainbow print to add to your collection, along with a few of the other cups he thinks you’ll adore and a fresh bag of your favorite flavor of coffee, there’s already a small crowd of people forming in the lobby of the coffee shop and he hopes that he can get through them without being recognized as usual; prays that it’s only the regulars filing in for an early morning fix of caffeine before they rush off to start their day.

The barista thankfully is quick, skillfully giving him his total before rushing off to make the drinks he ordered for the two of you as well. He sees the way her eyes keep darting to him though, knows after years of experience that she knows who he is and is trying to work up the courage to say something to him or ask for a photo. He almost considers offering, she’s been so nice not to draw any attention to him, maybe something discreet could be pulled off.

In the end he chooses not to, not wanting to assume that’s why she keeps looking over at him. It could be that he still has the hood of his sweatshirt tucked over his beanie or the fact that he’s now walking out of the shop with a small handful of the brown shopping bags with the familiar green logo imprinted on the front.

He breathes a sigh of relief when he makes it back to his car without anyone stopping him. He’s so distracted by securing the bags in the backseat he fails to hear the small clicks of the camera not too far away.

There’s a small comfort in the quietness of your shared apartment when he returns. While he loves coming home to the sound of you dancing around the kitchen making breakfast, his favorite is getting to wake you up himself. There’s a sweet softness in the way the side of your face rests against your pillow, mouth parted slightly and a gentle snore vibrating through your chest. It never fails to make him smile. He cherished the way you inhale faintly, stretching your limbs before blinking a few times, adjusting to the new day you’re waking up to. If he was there, already awake, your eyes always found him before anything else.

This morning is no different, except for the confusion on your face when you find him sitting on the edge of the bed instead of snuggled next to you.

“You’re up to something, I can tell.” You’re propped up enough now to accept the coffee he’s holding out for you. You take a few small sips, sighing and letting your head fall back against the headboard as you savor the taste.

“M’that easy to read, huh?” He chuckles, his hand on your thigh now, warming your skin even through the blanket, “Well..would you like your surprise here or will you be joining me in the kitchen while I make you breakfast?”

“Oh I get a surprise and breakfast today? What’s the occasion? Little early for my birthday, H.”

“Don’t need an occasion to spoil my girl, do I?”

“I guess not.”

You shrug, trying not to let the guilt bubble up enough to where it flashes across your face. One of his loudest love languages had always been gift giving, a quality about him you thought was wonderful, but still had a hard time accepting. You had to be careful about mentioning things you may want around Harry, he would use any excuse to treat you.

He’s rambling off his reasoning already as he leads you into the kitchen and settles you in one of the tall chairs next to the counter. He always ends his explanation with “I know you told me not to, but…” followed up by what you’re sure to him sounds like a very logical justification for why you need/deserve whatever he was gifting you. There’s nothing out of the ordinary of your regular kitchen set up this morning though, so you do what you normally do when he announces a surprise for you; let him take the lead, not wanting to take away from his excitement.

“So..surprise or breakfast first?” He stands on the other side of the counter now, his hoodie and beanie discarded, wearing a t-shirt you were sure you bought for yourself but he seems to have laid claim to.

“Breakfast, please. If you don’t mind.”

“‘Course not. Any requests, baby?”

Your heart flutters for a moment, just as it does each time he uses that particular term of affection for you. He’s already opened the refrigerator, scanning over options for what he could make for the two of you. You recover long enough to tell him no, that whatever he wants to make would be fine, sitting back and enjoying the view as he cracks a few eggs into a bowl.

You don’t even notice that you’re staring until he turns and catches your eye, “What? Did I get a shell in the eggs or something?”

You giggle as he even picks up the clear bowl of eggs that he’s already scrambled and seasoned, even going so far as to swirl his finger through the liquid to double check before you can stop him.

“No, it’s just..I can’t get over the fact that you’re making breakfast for me while wearing my t-shirt.”

“S’it yours?” He glances down at it, “Thought it was mine, sorry..”

There’s a smirk on his face as he turns back to the stove, and you know just by seeing that he knows you don’t mind; you love seeing him in your clothes as much as he adores seeing you in his.

It’s not long before he’s presenting you with a plate, sitting next to you with his own plate in front of him. When you don’t immediately dig in, he leans over to inspect the food, worried that maybe he’d overdone the eggs or your toast was slightly more brown than you liked.

So when you say, “You’ve forgotten something very important, haven’t you?” he panics, thinking maybe he should’ve taken the time to include fruit to balance the meal. You take pity on him, not making him wait too long before you lean in and he instantly softens, realizing what you’re asking for.

He meets you the rest of the way, lips soft against yours, the taste of the coffee you’ve both had lingering for a moment before he pulls away, “Very important. How could I ever have forgotten?”

When you’ve both finished eating, he downs the last of his coffee and stacks your now empty plates to take to the sink, pecking your forehead with another quick kiss, “Alright, close your eyes. Count to 20.”

You begin to count off in your head, and you hear his voice, a bit further away, “Out loud, angel.”

There’s a rustling of bags getting closer as you count, and you can even hear a few clinks as they come closer. You can feel him moving around you, positioning things perfectly for when you open your eyes.

He’s still behind you when you finish counting, hands squeezing your shoulders to urge you to open your eyes. When you do, you immediately recognize the bags and know exactly what he’s done.

“Oh no. Absolutely not. This is too much, Harry. I let you spoil me with little things here and there, but I cannot accept this.”

Sitting in front of you are..you stop to count them now; 1, 2, 3, 4..6 bags from Starbucks. You know from experience that each one of them contains 2 cups or mugs. You’re sure at least one of them also includes your favorite roast of coffee. He had done this before around Christmas time, when you’d mentioned how adorable a few of the ones from the holiday collection had been, not thinking that he would go back later without you and buy all the ones you’d touched or admired.

He ignores your refusal, “You can take back any you don’t like. Go on,” He peeks inside one of the bags closest to him and then pushes it closer to you, “Start with this one.”

“Harry, really..”

“Don’t think, just open. If you really won’t accept any of them then I’ll take ‘em back and buy you something from somewhere else.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” You try your best to look serious, but you can’t stop the smile from spreading across your face, “Thank you, H.”

You finally go through most of the bags, offering oohs and ahhs and even a few squeals of joy at certain ones.

“I think I got all the ones you’d pick for yourself. Saw you eyeing one or two the other day and the others I just guessed.”

He had done very well in choosing for you, even going so far as to get the two of you a matching pair of the kind that changed colors with the temperature.

“For our smoothies.” He explains when you give him a particularly soft look at the idea of matching with him.

“Also got us a matching set of these,” He skips to the last bag, too eager to wait for you to open it yourself, revealing the mug he’d taken the extra time to select, “For our Sunday morning tea. Or if you change your mind and ever want a hot coffee.”

All you can do is repeat the same expression of gratitude as before you had opened them, “Thank you again, H. I love them all, really. No more though, alright? We’re running out of cabinet space. Did you go to our regular spot or a different one so you wouldn’t be recognized?”

“Different one. Can’t believe I wasn’t spotted though. Must’ve been too early for the paps to be out and about.”

“Or maybe you aren’t as interesting as you think you are, babe. Harry Styles coming out of a Starbucks is old news now.”

His eyebrows shoot up in mock surprise, “Oh is it now?”

“Mhmm. You’re just plain boring now, H.” You shrug, peeling at the price tag on the bottom of one of the cups, avoiding his gaze; knowing if you look at him you’ll break into a fit of laughter.

He’s impossibly calm, just like he is before any interview he does.

You sit across the room from where he’s currently getting his hair done. The stylist was nervous, understandably so, her hands unsure at first. It only takes a few moments of being near Harry; working his quiet, delicate magic of putting anyone he’s near at ease. By the time his hair is finished he’s pulled a few laughs from her and she leaves the room with a big beaming smile and a wave to the both of you.

Now that you’re alone again, he beckons you closer and tugs you down to sit in his lap, despite your protests of the possibility of wrinkling his incredibly expensive suit.

“Don’t care,” He leans up to press a kiss to your neck, keeping his face tucked there in your warmth, “Just want you close for a moment.”

Normally you would run your fingers through his hair, but you don’t dare do that now, hand drifting to the side of his face instead, “Not nervous are you, H?”

He lets you gently push him back enough to see his face again, “Never. Just happy to have you here with me, that’s all.”

It’s not until he’s in front of the audience, presented with the evidence of just a few days before, displayed on a screen for all to see. He had been caught, despite his confidence of getting away. He falters for only a beat, head down in hopes to hide the blush spreading high along his cheeks. He finds you in the crowd, sending a bright smile your way before he shrugs, turning his attention back to the host.

“What can I say? My sunshine likes her coffee.”

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Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid/Latina OFC Sophie Cortes Word Count: 8,691 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Daddy Kink, Daddy Training, Dom/sub, Oral Sex, Spanking, Oral Fixation, Office Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Protected Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Rimming, Double Penetration, Subspace, Aftercare Summary: One month after the events of ‘Perfect’, Aaron has some very big plans for Spencer and Sophie—and a few things don’t go according to plan. Collection: Part 3 of 5 of Present, Perfect, Patient, Promise, Pretend series Note: This is a previously published work from A03, just moving it over to tumblr. Link to A03 or read below! Spencer and Sophie are about to head to the break room together for tea when her desk phone rings. He reaches his hand out for her cup, earns a mouthed thank you and a smile, and she answers as he walks away.

When he walks back with their tea, she has a look on her face. It’s one he recognizes easily, after a month of being her daddy, a look that tells him it was Aaron on the phone. He smiles softly, sets her mug down on the desk. “You okay?” She nods slowly.

“Hotch wants us in his office.”

“Ooh, sounds like it’s time for a spankin’, girl,” Morgan teases, and Sophie rolls her eyes lightly.

“Reid’s coming too. You think he’d spank me in front of him?”

It’s kind of a funny question, because he has, on more than one occasion. Spencer has spanked her, too. It makes her flushed, whiny, needy, gorgeous—just thinking about it makes him hot under the collar.

“Come on, we better go up,” he says, guiding her to the stairs. If anyone has noticed him being a little more assertive with her lately, they haven’t mentioned it, and that kind of surprises him.

Adding him to their relationship hasn’t exactly been kept secret—they don’t make an effort to hide the fact that they all leave together sometimes, or arrive together, go to lunch together—but nothing has been explicitly confirmed with the team. Still, he kind of expected them to notice the change in him. He feels changed, a little more confident, a little less awkward in his own skin, but so far, nothing. He’s still just the same old Reid when they’re here.

When they’re not here, though…

They enter the office, and Spencer closes the door behind him. Aaron gets out of his chair, walks over to them, plants a warm, firm kiss on his lips, then Sophie’s.

“Mmm. Are we being rewarded?” Sophie asks, eyelids heavy. He wonders what Aaron said to her on the phone to get her so softened up already. “If so, I don’t know what I did.” Aaron chuckles.

“You can think of it as a pre-reward, because I’m going to tell you to do something, and I know you’re going to do it. Do you know how I know?”

“How, daddy?”

“Because you’re our good girl, and you’ll do anything you’re told, and because you're our horny girl, and I’m going to let you come after.” Spencer looks over at him, must look as turned on as he feels, because Aaron smirks a little. “I’m going to let you come, too. You’re going to do what I tell you, aren’t you, Spencer? You like that.”

Ever since the weekend he trained Spencer to be Sophie’s daddy, Aaron has been slipping in some subtle commands for Spencer as well, and he can’t deny the way his body reacts to the sound of his voice, the stern set of his eyes. He likes it both ways, likes feeling submissive and making Sophie feel submissive. He even looked it up on the internet, and he’s definitely not alone.

“Yes,” he replies, and he feels his voice is a little weak. Sophie takes his hand; Aaron crosses his arms.

“Try again. Yes, what?” Sophie looks up at him, chews her lip, and he takes a shaky breath. This part is new.

“Yes, daddy.”

It’s a good thing the blinds are closed, because Sophie kind of loses it, pulls the both of them toward her and kisses Spencer and then Aaron and paws eagerly at his clothes.

“This is so hot, can I suck you off? Please, daddy, I’ll be quick.” Her eyes are big when she looks up at him, and he sighs, like giving her what she wants is a hassle. Spencer hasn’t quite mastered the art of not eagerly letting her do whatever she asks, but he’s working on it.

“Okay, but you have to be quiet. I know you’re a loud, needy slut when you’re on your knees for daddy.” She nods quickly, and Spencer comes up behind her, covers her hands where they fumble with Aaron’s belt.

“Easy, baby. Let me help you.” He unclasps Aaron’s belt, looking up at him with undoubtedly hooded eyes, then unzips his pants, pushes them down a little. Aaron presses his lips together like he’s trying not to moan; it makes him feel like he’s being good and bad, and it’s a feeling he likes. “Can I suck, too, daddy?”

Aaron does moan at that. Spencer considers that a win.

“Yes, gorgeous boy. You’ll take turns: ten seconds each until I come.” Sophie is breathing so hard between them, and kind of trembling, and Aaron touches her face. “Calm down, love. I don’t want you hurting yourself.”

“Yes, daddy.” She swallows hard. “Can I start?” she asks them both, and they nod together. She squeezes her eyes shut briefly, slides to her knees, and moans softly as soon as her mouth is on him. In ten seconds, Aaron puts his hands carefully in her hair, guides her off.

“Spencer’s turn.” Fuck, this is so hot. He drops to his knees beside her, looks up at Aaron, and sucks tight; Aaron’s hands clench white against his desk. “Time’s up,” he rasps after ten of the fastest seconds of Spencer’s life, and when he pulls back, Sophie is on him immediately, hand on his balls, taking him deeper.

That’s not really fair, because she’s had more practice. He’ll have to find a way to catch up.

She doesn’t need to be told to stop, this time, and she puts her hand in his hair as he takes his turn, making him moan around Aaron’s cock. A slightly rougher hand grips him, tilts his head back so he slides off.

“Quietly, if you want to be daddy’s good boy,” he murmurs, and Spencer nods. He wants that more than anything. “Start over.” He sucks at the head, gets him extra wet, and bobs until he thinks it’s time; he pulls off with a lick, and Sophie leans in to lick as well, and they curl their tongues around him together even though that’s not the rule. Aaron doesn't seem to mind, tips his head back and clutches at his desk for support. “Oh, fuck. Jesus.” Sophie’s tongue touches his when she licks a stripe up the side of Aaron’s cock, and it takes all of his willpower not to come in his pants.

“Okay, my turn,” she says, breathlessly, and he pulls back to let her suck him down, stroking quickly; it’s clear he’s close, his hips moving slowly, because he knows she doesn’t like that too fast, and Spencer feels greedy, wants the come in his mouth.

“My turn,” he says, and she releases him with a sigh but bends down to suck on his balls while Spencer takes him in.

That’s enough for Aaron, and he comes with a muffled groan, flooding his mouth in a way that’s almost overwhelming, but he swallows, gasping when it’s over. Sophie kisses him dirty and deep, her tongue probing inside his mouth like she’s looking for a taste, and then she gives up and licks the head of Aaron’s dick until it’s too much for him and he guides her off.

They are all left panting, and Sophie pulls Spencer against her, nuzzles his throat.

“Can I suck Spencer, daddy?” she asks in a small, needy voice, and he groans softly. Aaron fixes his clothes, scrubs a hand through his hair.

“Yes, you can, my perfect little come slut. You’re unhappy because Spencer got to swallow for daddy, aren’t you?” She bites her bottom lip, and her eyes are wet as she nods. Spencer pulls her in for a hug, rubs her lips with his thumb. “You’re going to have to learn to share, sweetheart. I know it’s hard.”

“It’s so hard, daddy.” Aaron crouches down to their level, touches them both gently.

“I know, baby girl. I’ll let you suck him, but first, bend over the desk.” She practically scrambles into Spencer’s lap at his deep, stern command, whimpers quietly.

“What did I do?”

“I was trying to give you two instructions and you pounced on me. You were greedy and impatient because you wanted to suck daddy’s cock so badly. You’re going to get four spanks from each of us.” She looks at Spencer, squirms in his lap, and he kisses her softly.

“You heard daddy. Over the desk.” She takes a deep breath and Aaron stands, helps her up, guides her to the desk so her arms are stretched across it and her ass is out for them. Spencer rises to his feet, and Aaron pulls him closer, kisses him hard.

“Take down her pants. She was very naughty, and she needs to really feel these ones.” Spencer takes a rough breath, nods, and unbuttons her jeans, slides them down her thighs; she’s wearing a thong, so that can stay. Daddy’s rules. “Good boy. Kiss me.”

His mind goes blank. Even after sucking Aaron’s cock and swallowing his come, the thing that makes Spencer the weakest is hearing him say kiss me. That’s very interesting.

His heart rate picks up, and he flushes, pulls him close, kisses him deeply. Aaron’s lips are softer than his words, almost reverent as they move against his, and Spencer feels lightheaded when it’s over. “Perfect, shy boy,” Aaron murmurs, and he takes one of Spencer’s hands. “You first. A little harder than last time.”

“Yes, daddy,” he breathes, and the hand not holding Aaron’s comes up to smack her ass, making her lurch forward and whimper softly. Aaron leans in to whisper in her ear, and she wiggles at his words.

“Again, baby,” Aaron tells him, looking back, and he spanks her again; her head comes up like she wants to moan, and she’s panting, but Aaron shushes her, pushes up her shirt and runs his hand soothingly over her back. “Good girl, just two more and then Spencer will come kiss you. You love his kisses.” He looks back at him, nods, and this time when he hits her, Sophie’s hips move afterward, like she’s looking for friction against the desk. It’s incredibly arousing. “One more, horny girl. You know you can’t get off like this, but you try anyway because you’re so fucking desperate.”

“Desperate, daddy,” she repeats, voice quivering, and after his final blow, she groans softly, sighs. He’s not sure why she sounds relieved; Aaron is only going to spank her harder. “Kisses, daddy?” she rasps, and Aaron lets go of his hand; the other hand is stinging, and he walks around the desk, presses it to Sophie’s hot cheek while he brings her close for a kiss. She sighs again.

“Four more, baby girl. You can take it, you’re my tough girl,” Aaron says, and he smacks her; Spencer watches her face carefully, marvels at how pain and pleasure are equally reflected in her eyes, her mouth. He presses his lips to hers again and she looks up at him like he’s her salvation; it’s enough to make him moan, press against his erection, and Aaron notices. He wonders if that means he’s in trouble. He didn’t ask to touch himself.

Aaron looks at him for a moment, then lifts Sophie by her hips, lays her more on the desk, so her feet are off the floor and she’s closer to Spencer. He licks his lips.

“Take out your cock,” he instructs, and Spencer does, fingers eager and clumsy as they unzip his fly. “Suck, baby girl.” Sophie shudders and scoots forward, takes him in hand, starts sucking like she’s never going to get the chance again. His eyes snap closed and he exhales deeply, palms pressing against the desk. “Stop.” She releases him, panting, and Aaron spanks her; her head sags, and Spencer leans down for a kiss.

“Good girl, you’re doing so good. Your mouth feels so good. Just two more and you’re done, perfect girl.” She nods weakly, her body shaking, and Spencer looks to Aaron.

“Time to suck, baby.”

He puts his hand around the shaft, brings his dick to her lips, and she covers his fingers with her own, sucks a little less enthusiastically—but for Sophie, that doesn’t really mean much. Her mouth is so wet, and he bets her pussy is too; he hopes she’s not so in trouble that she doesn’t get to come, because he really wants to make her come… But only if daddy lets him.

“Stop,” Aaron directs. She doesn’t, and that worries him a little. He holds a hand up for Aaron, pulls out gently, pries her fingers off, and crouches down so he can see her face. He presses his palms to her cheeks.

“Baby girl, you didn’t listen. Have you had enough?” Her eyes are a little teary, but she shakes her head no.

“I’m daddy’s tough girl. I can take it.” He sighs, kisses her mouth a couple times, presses his forehead to hers. When he pulls back, she bites her lip, squeezes her eyes shut, and Aaron spanks her twice in succession.

Her relief at being done is visible, her tense body melting against the desk, and she reaches for Spencer’s hips, but he puts his hand on her arm, stills her. “You did so good baby, so perfect, but you need to ask daddy before you finish sucking, okay? Make sure it’s okay.” She nods, and Aaron comes over to them, kneels down to kiss her, touch her, praise her.

“Spencer is right baby, you did so good for us. We’re so proud of you. You can suck Spencer until he comes in your perfect, pretty mouth, and I’m going to rub your pussy. Remember to be quiet, and I’ll get you off.”

“Yes daddy, thank you daddy,” she says, rushed, and Spencer presses himself against her lips in reward.

She groans softly when Aaron reaches back to touch her, but she’s quiet, good; he lets himself get lost in the feeling, no longer worried about following rules, or making sure she follows the rules, and he comes within seconds. His orgasm is so good, deep, all-consuming, that he just stands there and catches his breath for a minute, and Sophie continues moaning around him while Aaron strokes his fingers inside her panties.

“Amazing boy,” Aaron says, voice low, and Spencer shudders where he stands. “So good to your little girl, and so good for your daddy. So obedient and smart and pretty.” His eyes close involuntarily, and he wets his lips. These words sound so good coming out of his mouth, directed at him, that it makes him hazy. Happy. And a little horny. “Kiss her, baby, if you can—if you two aren’t such a mess you can barely think.”

He kind of is, and he knows she is, but he likes kissing her when she’s barely coherent, so he pulls out of her mouth, cups her face in his hands, and kisses her, catching her moans and whimpers with his lips. “So perfect, Sophie, so good for us. Now come for us. Come for daddy’s fingers, okay?”

“Yeah, I can come for you.” She presses up against Aaron’s arm where it lays across her ass, and Spencer thinks maybe she likes the feel of him against the stinging redness. He leans in, puts his hands on both of her sore cheeks, rubs them softly, spreads them a little, and she sighs, pleased. “Spencer. Daddy.” Aaron glances up, looks at Spencer with a soft expression, then takes one of his hands off of her ass and guides him to her pussy, has him put one fingertip against her opening. Sophie comes the first time he pushes it inside.

She is so good, and quiet, and Aaron helps her off the desk and pulls up her pants, hugs and kisses her softly, while Spencer fixes himself up—between his clothes, his hair, and the undoubtedly foggy look in his eyes, he feels like a fucked out, rumpled mess. He gets hugs and kisses too, when he’s done, and Aaron soothes them, helps them through the blankness he caused so they can function again.

Spencer and Sophie both lean against Aaron’s body where he leans against the desk; he doesn’t look fuzzy like they do, but he does look very pleased with himself, and maybe a little like his mind was blown.

“So. Do you want to hear why I called you up here, now, horny little things?” he asks, holding them both close. They nod together. “I have to work a little later than you tonight, but not much. I have rules for while I’m not there. I want you two to go home, and take a very good shower, and get into some pajamas, and watch tv until I get there. You can make out or otherwise do whatever you like, but you may not come until I get home.” He kisses them each on the mouth once more. “I’ll bring dinner. Understood?”

“Yes, daddy,” Spencer says, licking his lips.

“Yes daddy, no coming,” Sophie recites, and she takes Spencer’s hand. “Back to work, daddy?”

“Back to work, baby. Smart and beautiful girl.” She gets another kiss. “Smart and gorgeous boy,” he tells Spencer, and he gets a kiss too. “Text me when you make it home, I probably won’t see you before you leave.”

“Okay, love you, daddy,” Sophie says, and Spencer follows her to the door, but she stops, puts a hand to her mouth and looks back at Aaron. “The fucking door is unlocked.” Aaron stands up straight, no longer relaxed as he had been, and he walks toward them. Sophie looks up at Spencer and swallows hard.

“Who closed the door?” Aaron asks, and Spencer swallows too. Aaron’s eyes are very hard and his jaw is clenched, and Spencer suddenly feels very, very small.

“I did,” he answers.

“Try again. I did, what, Spencer?”

Fuuuck.

“I did, daddy.” Aaron crosses his arms—looking extremely hot, for the record, like too hot for Spencer by tenfold—and then sighs very deeply.

“Okay. You obviously know you need to be more careful. I don’t need to tell you what could have gone wrong.”

He really doesn’t, because about a million things are running through Spencer’s head, and they all lead down a very bad road of joblessness, homelessness, Aaron-and-Sophie-lessness, and general mortification. He’s glad he’s not being made to feel worse than he already does.

“I will let you choose how you would like to be disciplined, since it’s your first time; it doesn’t have to be spanking, that’s just what Sophie prefers. She can explain your options later.” He uncrosses his arms, runs a hand through his hair. “Really, it’s my fault for not going over the rule again. What’s the rule, Sophie?”

“If you close the door, lock it, every time,” Sophie says quietly, squeezing his hand.

“Right. What’s the rule, Spencer?”

“If you close the door, lock it, every time.”

“Good. I’m not angry, so please don’t be upset.” He kisses them both. “I have a meeting at 3, so I need to get ready. Take care of each other,” he instructs softy, touching both of their faces, and they head downstairs.

Sophie remembers to let go of his hand, or he would have held it all the way to her desk.

“Was that a partner performance evaluation?” Prentiss asks when they sit, unlock their desktops. “I didn’t know Hotch was doing those already, it’s only May.”

“Just squeezing them in when he can, I guess,” Sophie answers. Spencer’s glad, because he still feels kind of low, doesn’t really feel like talking. She kicks at his foot lightly under the desk, a tap he thinks means ‘I’m here.’ Take care of each other. “Yours will be next week, I think he said.”

“Good to know we don’t have to dress up or anything. You look like a college kid and Reid looks like he just rolled out of bed,” Morgan teases, and he freezes for a second. He thought he fixed the blowjob hair. Sophie scoffs.

“He does not. I think he looks really cute today.” Another tap.

“Of course he does,” Prentiss says kindly. “So, how did you do?” He looks up at Sophie, and she smiles, takes a sip of her certainly lukewarm tea, taps his foot again.

“Very satisfactory.” The rest of the work day drags on, and Spencer looks sad about the door thing, so Sophie really wants to make him feel better. She starts by letting him drive to the apartment, and choosing the cheesiest 80s ballads to sing in the car on the way there. When she sings Keep on Loving You by REO Speedwagon as dramatically as possible, he smiles like she’s his favorite thing in the universe, and her heart feels so very full.

When they make it home, she gets them in the door, and then kisses him soft and slow, drags him playfully to the bathroom by his tie. He laughs, and puts his hands on her hips to stop her so he can kiss her properly again. “Hey,” she says gently when their kiss breaks, touching his face. “I really enjoyed myself earlier. Forgetting to lock the door, that’s okay. I did it too, once.”

“Oh, were you in the middle of a kinky threesome with your pants down?” he asks sarcastically, and she rolls her eyes.

“No, but I had Aaron’s head up my skirt and my tits out, so it still probably would have been frowned upon to have an audience.” He laughs softly, and she runs her hands down his body, pulls open his belt. “I don’t want you to feel bad, that’s all. It was an accident, it happened, it’s over. I get you all to myself for a couple hours,” she says, trying for coy, “and that’s never happened before, so I kind of wanted to enjoy it. You?”

“Yeah, I want to enjoy it,” he agrees, takes her face in his hands for a kiss. His lips always feel so good, like they’re caressing her wherever they are, and she sighs happily. “But remember, no coming,” he adds, voice low, and she gives him an appraising look.

“Is that my daddy talking? ‘Cause I want to know how bratty I can be.”

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” he murmurs, pulling her t-shirt over her head, and she guides him down for a deep, steamy kiss.

“In that case, I just want Spencer.” She unbuttons his pants, loosens his tie, and they finish undressing each other pretty quickly for two people who aren’t actually going to have sex. When they step under the hot waterfall of the shower, they kiss and touch a little more, and she moans against his arm when he reaches down to touch her between her legs. “What happened to no coming?” she breathes, and he grins a bit wickedly.

“From what I’ve seen, you’re pretty good at not coming. Almost as good as you are at coming. Maybe I want to tease you a little.”

“If you really want to tease me, put your dick in me and don’t let me come on it.” He licks his lips, looks calculating, and she holds up her finger. “No, stop, I’m just kidding. Do not do that. I might cry.”

“What I’m hearing is, not tonight, Spencer,” he emphasizes. “That sounds like something your daddy might do, though, sometime.” She squeezes her legs together, loves when he refers to himself as daddy, even if she likes playing with Spencer as he is as well. Her pussy is complicated.

“Yes, definitely. For now, though, there’s something I wanted to talk about.” He looks at her, so serious, and she touches his face. “When daddy says to take a very good shower, that usually means anal, of some sort, so. Since he told us both to shower… is that going to be okay with you? Because if it’s not, that’s a grenade I’m happy to fall on for you, so to speak.” She sees him process that, and he flushes pink.

“Yeah, yeah. That’s okay with me. I’ve never seen him do it to you, but you like it? It doesn’t hurt?” He cups her cheek, her wet hair, so gentle.

“Well, what’s okay for me may not be okay for everyone, but yes, I like it, and no, it doesn’t hurt. Aaron is so good; he takes his time and makes it feel so good that even his cock isn’t too much. And he goes slow. It’s not like porn, you know? That stuff is made for and by people who fuck, not people who get fucked.”

“Yeah, I get that. I want to, I—I want to.”

“It’s not a guarantee or anything, if he’s not feeling it, but I wanted to let you know just in case. And for the record, I think it would be really sexy to watch him come in you.” Just the thought makes her super horny, and she can tell it makes him lose his mind, so she guides him down for a kiss so she can get her tongue in his mouth. They kiss for a long time, and when Spencer pushes her up against the glass door of the shower and it rattles in the track, she moans. “Fuck, I’m so horny. If I didn’t get spanked already today I’d get off and say fuck the consequences.”

“I think it would be worth it, to feel you come on my cock,” he pants, grabbing her ass, and she holds his shoulders tightly, moves so that his knee is in the perfect spot for her to rub against. When she starts, he groans, squeezes her tighter. It still kind of hurts, which feels really good. “Baby girl, you’re killing me.”

“Just a little taste,” she begs, grinding her pussy on him, and he lets her for a minute before stopping her with forceful hands on her hips.

“Okay, okay. I don’t want you to get in trouble. Let's get cleaned up so when he gets home we’ve been good and we get what we want.” She knows he’s not daddy right now, but he’s being so sweet, and taking care of her, that she feels herself falling, a little bit. She swallows, nods.

“Okay. Thank you.” They kiss, but they don’t let themselves get distracted; they clean up well and dry off and get into pajamas—Spencer’s wearing boxers, and they’re each wearing one of Aaron’s t-shirts, because he’s not the only one who gets to be a fucking tease—and they’re on the couch making out when he makes a soft noise like he’s remembered something.

“You’re supposed to tell me how I can be punished.”

“Disciplined,” she corrects, gently. “Aaron doesn’t like to think of it as punishment, but discipline. If you call it punishment, he won’t do it. But anyway. You could be spanked, like me, or tied up and not allowed to touch him—that’s too much for me, I cried. Aaron does not like to see me cry.”

“I wouldn’t either, baby. You’re too sweet, you don’t deserve to cry. You only deserve good things.” She thanks him, kisses him softly, tenderly, climbs into his lap.

“You could also have him deny you an orgasm for a while by like, literally pretending you aren’t there. We tried it and I cried again, but don’t let me scare you. You might like it.”

“Soft, sappy girl,” he says with a half smile, and she wants to kiss it off of him.

“Yeah, what can I say? I'm just as emotionally needy as I am physically. Fair warning.”

“I think I’m up to the challenge,” he says, looking serious, and he brings her close for another sweet kiss that turns more heated as she presses closer, winds her arms around his neck. “Sophie,” he sighs between kisses, and she weaves fingers in his hair.

“I want you.” Her brain is clouded by lust, and while it’s not the dizzying pleasure of being dominated by her daddies, it's something more, she can feel it. “I want you just as you are, funny and sweet and shy and the smartest guy in the room no matter what room you’re in. I love all that about you.” His hips move under her, she can feel how hard he is, and she moves too, grinds down, kisses him.

“I love you,” he pants, and her hips still, because despite all the sweet and sexy and frankly filthy things he’s said to her in the last month, it’s the first time he’s said that. “It’s okay if you don’t love me back—”

“Oh, shut up. I love you.” She climbs off his lap and tugs his boxers down, and she slowly sinks onto his cock with the help of his careful hands; she wraps her arms around him, puts her mouth on his as she starts to move. He pulls back to speak, and she kisses him hard. “Spencer, I swear if you talk to me about rules I’m going to murder you.”

“But no coming,” he reminds her with a groan as she bounces hard, her chest heaving. His arms are around her waist, snaked up her back, and she can’t believe plain old sex can feel this good.

“We’ll get a pass, I promise. I promise.” She pushes a hand through his hair, kisses him more gently than before. “I love you, let me fuck you. I know you just wanna be good, but let me fuck you.”

“Fuck, Sophie.” His hips slam up hard, and she swears it’s over, but he slows back down again and she sighs, like a part of her still cares about the rules, doesn’t want them to be naughty. It’s not a minute later that Aaron walks through the door, bags in hand, and Spencer groans. “Oh, thank god.”

“What’s going on here?” he asks calmly, putting the bags on the counter and taking off his tie, and fuck, that’s just what she needed to help her finish this stupid, loving, deeply hot sex she impulsively started. She comes, her hips moving fast and her pussy clenching around him, and Spencer moans and presses his face against her shoulder, holding her body tight and coming inside her.

Aaron comes up behind her, shoves a thumb in her mouth, possessive, and she sucks it slow and then pants when it’s gone, “he said he loves me.”

He drops to the couch beside them, runs his hands over the both of them while they calm down, and then he presses his lips to theirs. He rests his forehead against Spencer’s, sweat be damned, and Spencer says, “I love you, too.”

He and Aaron kiss, and Aaron says it back, and Sophie feels kind of bad that they can’t have the same sex just yet, but she’s also not moving unless someone makes her.

“We love one man with impeccable timing,” she says when they come up for air, “because technically you said we couldn’t come until you got home, and you were very much home when your impatient little things had their happy love orgasms.”

“You can have this one on the technicality, but just because I’m happy too,” Aaron says, touching her lips. “But don’t think that means you can challenge daddy ever again, little girl, because you’ll learn quickly that it’s not in your best interest.” That sends a shiver of daddy-specific pleasure up her spine, and Spencer’s too, apparently, because he whines.

“Are you gonna fuck my ass?” Spencer asks Aaron, and Sophie laughs, because they’ve finally found the thing that makes him sound dumb, and turns out it’s just love and lots of good sex. Hilarious. They have dinner shortly after Aaron arrives at home, since Spencer and Sophie aren’t exactly desperately turned on like he’d planned, but what happened was better than he had planned, anyway, so he’s not upset in the slightest.

After dinner—which they sit through looking so sweet and innocent, as if he didn’t walk in to see them fucking in his clothes—everyone gets naked and piles onto the bed for kisses and cuddles. Aaron is in the middle of the love fest, and his heart is so full of love for them it almost hurts.

He never would have thought he’d get to have any of it, let alone all of it.

It’s Sophie who starts it—go figure—by curling her leg around his hip while they kiss, and Aaron softly but firmly tells Spencer to get the lube, which makes them both anxious and squirmy. He squeezes her cheek, gives himself a little more room to work with, and then presses a wet finger against her ass, pushes it in slowly until she gasps. He’s only gone about an inch, but that’s all it takes for her to start moaning, because she fucking loves this.

“Oh, daddy. Please, daddy.” She clings to his shoulders and hitches her leg up higher, and Spencer watches carefully as he pulls his finger out, adds more lube, pushes it in further. “Fuck, yes, daddy.”

“Be patient, sweet girl. You know this takes a while.” He thrusts his finger in and out a handful of times, and Spencer shushes her when she starts begging for more. It’d be enough to make him hard, if he hadn’t already been as soon as he walked through the door.

When she is used to the feeling of one, of how deep he can get it, he pulls out his finger, lubes up another, and slowly inches them in. She feels like silk inside, hot and smooth and perfect, and he holds her tight so she won’t try to buck into the thrusts of his hand, just in case.

“Oh, god,” Spencer groans as he watches him open her up, as he pushes just a little deeper, as he stretches her just a little further. “Can I try, daddy?” he asks, low, and Sophie moans at the idea.

“Yes, perfect boy, but you must follow the rules. Slow and easy, very gentle. Can you promise me?”

“I promise, daddy,” he says, looking so gorgeous and serious, and Aaron removes his fingers and slicks up two of Spencer’s, kisses Sophie’s skin when he slowly sinks them inside. “Oh, fuck.”

“Mmm, daddy. Spencer. Oh, please,” Sophie mewls, bringing up a hand to tug at Aaron’s hair. “Feels so good, daddy. You’re so amazing, daddy.”

“It’s Spencer now, baby,” he says softly, pushing her hair back from her face, and she leans in to kiss him.

“I know, but everything Spencer knows, daddy taught him, and it feels so good.” Aaron closes his eyes, exhales softly. She’s so perfect, and being so patient, and he loves her so much.

“Yes, baby. I taught him because I knew he’d be so good to you, baby girl, and look at him. He’s opening up your ass so carefully because he loves you.” Spencer pulls his fingers out and slicks up a third, and he’s gentle with her, moves his fingers in and out but also side to side, spreading them apart a little. She moans, clings to him, and he reaches down a hand to press himself inside her pussy, pumping slow. A little extra pleasure never hurt anyone, especially when having three long fingers working at their ass.

“Oh, god, yes, daddy.” She doesn’t move, because she’s a good girl and she knows to be still for Spencer, but he can tell she wants to, wants to force his cock deeper inside, then Spencer’s fingers. “Daddy, I’m ready.”

“I don’t think so,” he says carefully, doesn’t want to upset her. “Almost, but not just yet. Let Spencer’s fingers do their job, so his big cock doesn’t hurt you.” They both groan at that—maybe Spencer didn’t think Aaron would let him? But if he wants fucked so badly he’d like to try to soften him up a little first—and Aaron moves carefully inside her. “I’ll let you take us both together if you can be very good and still for me.”

That turns her dial up to 11, and she starts blabbering, and every other word is daddy: “Yes daddy, please daddy, thank you daddy. I’ll be good, daddy, I want you both daddy, I can take it daddy.”

“Fuck. I think she’s ready, daddy, can you check?” Spencer asks, and Aaron smiles. He is such a good boy.

“Yes, baby, let me check and then you can put your cock inside her and feel how tight she is there.” Spencer slips his fingers out, and she whines at the loss, but Aaron slicks his fingers up carefully and pushes them inside her, grinding them and spreading them apart to make sure she is okay with the stretch. She only moans, claws at his back, and he is so turned on, so ready to come inside her it’s unreal. “Okay, sweet girl, your ass is ready. Tell us if you hurt or it’s uncomfortable, and let us know if you’ve had enough. Grab a condom, Spencer.”

“Yes, daddy, I’ll tell you, I promise. Thank you.” They kiss, and Spencer puts the condom on and gets it very slippery, and he leans in to nuzzle against her neck, and Aaron holds her while he presses inside. Sophie starts panting, vibrating in his arms like she wants to move but knows she’s been asked to keep still. “Fuck, yes, oh my god. I need this. Please.”

“Easy, baby,” Spencer says, holding her hip. “You’ve got us, we’re here. Just follow daddy’s rule and be still and we’ll make you come hard.” She nods, frantic, and they move inside her, slowly, taking turns thrusting inside her perfect, tight body.

“Perfect, needy girl. Such a needy slut for us, you want both cocks inside you, fucking you together.”

“Yes, daddy, oh my god. Yes. Needy slut, I’m getting fucked just like a needy slut,” she rambles, holding onto him, reaching back for Spencer. “Spencer, I’m being a good girl, are you proud?” she asks, breathless, and Aaron groans, puts his hands on Spencer so he’ll stop moving, and then thrusts inside her a few times, coming hot and deep. Sophie moans long, and Spencer rubs his hands over her breasts.

“Yes, Sophie, so proud, you’re doing so good. Do you feel daddy’s come? Does it feel so good?”

“So good, it feels so good. Wait until you feel it. Even with a condom, it feels so good when daddy comes.”

Aaron feels lost for a moment, overwhelmed, like they don’t even need him, but then Spencer starts thrusting again, and Sophie clutches at Aaron, puts her mouth against his shoulder and moans and whines, and he remembers how special this is, the three of them, how good. How they all need each other for it to work.

“I love you, daddy. I need you, daddy,” Sophie murmurs like she can tell what he’s feeling, and he touches her face, kisses her deeply, lovingly. He reaches for Spencer, too, caresses his cheek.

“Good boy Spencer, keep fucking. She loves feeling you there. Your turn is next, but remember, you’ll have to be patient.” Spencer closes his eyes, his breathing heavy.

“Yes, daddy. I want you inside me. I’ll be patient.” He squeezes Sophie’s breasts, thrusts a little quicker, like he’s getting close. “Feeling good?” he asks against her neck, and she nods, hums.

“Yes, please come in me. You feel so good, I wanna move, I wanna come.”

“You’re gonna come, baby. You can move a little; I’ll rub your clit,” Aaron promises, and he reaches down between them, slides his fingers over her where she’s swollen. “You’re so messy, baby, between the three of us. You’re getting pumped full of come tonight, dirty, horny girl.”

“Oh, yes daddy. I’m a mess, full of come, still desperate for more.” Spencer grunts, holds her still, and snaps his hips against her, pressing deep and spilling inside the condom, and Sophie all but screams, comes, writhing between them. “God, oh god, fuck, Aaron, Spencer, fuck.”

“Fuck, Sophie, yeah. Keep coming,” Spencer pants, pumping inside even though he’s spent, and he wrings several more groans and shivers out of her before she leans back against him, sighing, satisfied. They both pull out, and Aaron hugs her close between them, because he knows she’ll feel empty and get a little sad, and he’d like to prevent that if possible.

“Beautiful, perfect, good girl,” he coos, and he rubs Spencer’s back, keeps him pressed against her. “You did so good for us, you were so full, and now you’re empty, but we’re right here. We’re still here and we’re not going anywhere.”

“Not going anywhere,” Spencer reiterates, rubbing Aaron’s arm. “So proud of you, letting us both come inside, coming so long and hard for us. You’re our perfect baby girl.” She hums, rubs against them like a pleased cat.

“I’d do anything for you, anything.” They continue to touch her and each other, give her lots of skin contact, and when she’s fully herself again they take her to the bathroom to clean her up.

Aaron pulls the comforter off the bed, because it’s a sticky mess, and they pile back on, kissing and touching softly. Spencer is in the middle, and Aaron grabs two handfuls of his ass, squeezes, making him moan.

“Are you ready to start, sweet boy? Do you want daddy’s fingers?” Spencer presses his teeth into his bottom lip, breathes hard.

“Yes, daddy. Please, daddy.” Aaron rewards him with kisses, pulls a pillow down and guides him onto his stomach. Sophie curls around his head and brushes her fingers through his hair.

“You’re going to feel so good, daddy will make you feel only good just like you did for me, I promise,” she says, and Aaron spreads Spencer’s legs, leans between them to lick gently at his hole; Spencer curses, rubs against the bed, and Sophie laughs softly. “Oh yeah. There’s that, too.”

Aaron smiles, because Spencer is going to be a gorgeous fucking mess when all is said and done, and that’s kind of what he’s been waiting for.

“Do you like that, Spencer? Tell daddy. Do you like my tongue?”

“Oh, god, yes daddy,” Spencer groans, and he leans in and licks again; Spencer’s fingers fist in the sheets. “Feels so good, daddy, thank you daddy.”

“You’re welcome, gorgeous boy. You’ve been so good for me, I wanted to treat you to something special.” He flicks his tongue quickly a dozen times, then presses the tip of it past the barrier, and Spencer arches his back, moans loudly. Sophie is getting flushed just watching him, and she smooths back his hair, murmurs sweet words just for him. “Spencer, I want you to do something for me. I want you to lick Sophie’s pussy while I continue. Sophie, open your legs for him.” She whines, but does as she’s told, and Spencer pulls her closer, buries his face in her and eats her just the way she likes. He’s had plenty of practice, by now.

She curls fingers in his hair, and Aaron dives back in, licking and probing with his tongue until he is wet and soft and moaning against Sophie’s clit.

“Oh, you’re a slut for it, Spencer, eating pussy and having your ass eaten too. Horny, desperate boy for daddy. Are you leaking onto the sheets?”

“Yes, daddy,” he pants, pulling away from Sophie, and she rubs his shoulders soothingly. “Yes, I’m a slut, daddy, making such a mess of myself. My dick is wet and my face is, too.” Aaron closes his eyes, exhales deeply. This may be a little more than he bargained for.

“Of course, dirty boy. When you eat Sophie’s pussy, you do it right, make her wiggle and whimper. You love it, getting messy, filthy.” He presses his tongue inside again, and Spencer whines.

“Fuck, yes, daddy. Filthy.” He rests his head against Sophie’s thigh for a moment and then licks at her, holding her hips, moaning while Aaron moves his tongue inside him. “Daddy, fingers, please. It feels too good,” he shudders, and Aaron doesn’t want him to come just yet, so he pulls back, leans up on his knees and finds the lube.

“Okay, since you’re such a good boy, I’ll open you up for daddy’s cock now. Do you think you can take me?” Sophie whines, either at his words or Spencer’s tongue, he’s not quite sure.

“I can take you, daddy, yes, daddy. You can hold me down, and, and…” Aaron slides a wet finger in easily, and he thinks Spencer’s mind goes a little blank. It takes him a moment to finish his thought. “And, and fuck me, daddy.”

“Oh, I’m going to, sweet boy. I’ll hold down your arms and pump into your tight, perfect ass and make you come on my cock, gorgeous boy.” Spencer moves his hips a little, rubbing his dick against the bed, and Aaron presses a palm to his lower back. “Be still, baby. You have to be patient for me or I’m going to stop.”

“Yes daddy, please don’t stop, I’ll be patient. Don’t stop,” he begs, and Aaron lubes up a second finger and slides them inside together, and Spencer trembles, whimpers.

“Put that mouth to good use and make Sophie come, filthy boy,” he instructs, and Sophie whines, rolls her hips against nothing.

“I don’t need it, daddy, it’s okay,” she pants, but Spencer knows better, shifts up to suck hard at her clit.

“Baby girl. Who is giving the orders tonight?” She moans, grinds against Spencer’s mouth.

“You, daddy.”

“Only me?” he asks, looking into her eyes as he thrusts his fingers into Spencer, and she shivers, bites her lip.

“Only you, daddy.”

“So what’s going to happen?” Spencer moans into her pussy, rolls his hips around for friction, and Aaron adds another finger, stretching him, breathing out slowly because he’s getting a little too excited at having them both at his complete mercy.

“I’m going to come, daddy.” She groans deeply, tugs at Spencer’s hair, and Aaron smiles. He knows it looks dirty.

“That’s right, baby. Can you come for me now? So I can fuck Spencer?”

“Yes, daddy.” She presses against Spencer, pinches her nipple, and whimpers, shudders, tries to squeeze her legs together as she comes. “Oh, fuck.” She bucks her hips a few extra times for good measure, then sags back against the pillows, her chest heaving. Spencer sighs, kisses her thigh, rubs her hips where his hands were rough. Aaron pulls out his fingers, crawls up to kiss both of his perfect partners.

“I love you both. So incredible for me, so good. Spencer,” he whispers into his ear, pushing back his hair, “are you ready to be fucked by your daddy?” He is sweaty, flushed, gorgeous, a complete mess, and he nods quickly.

“I’m ready, daddy.” Aaron kisses his soft, slack mouth.

“Good boy. Sophie, come lay down. Spencer’s going to put his cock in you so he has a place to come.” She runs her hands through her hair—she is also sweaty, flushed, wrecked, and so beautiful—and looks at him with desperation in her eyes.

“Daddy, I don’t know if I can.”

“You can, baby. Just be still and let daddy do all the work. You can come if you want, but you don’t have to. We’re just using your pussy for clean up, baby girl.”

He loves the look in her eyes when she gives in, slides down the bed, when Spencer hovers over her, shaking, and presses inside. She wraps her arms and legs around him, holds him close, kisses him, and Aaron crowds in behind them and rolls on a condom, slicks it up, and guides himself into Spencer’s ass.

Spencer moans so loudly and deeply that Aaron feels it in his bones, and his hands fist into the sheets again, and Aaron thrusts inside, slow and steady and long, the tight heat around his cock threatening to end things before he’s ready. He drapes himself over Spencer’s back, pumps shorter, shallow, kisses his shoulders.

“Good boy for me, Spencer. Daddy feels so good inside you, doesn’t he?”

“Yes, daddy. So big and... and careful, daddy, thank you, daddy.” Aaron licks his lips, covers Spencer’s arms with his own, applying a little pressure, and fucks slow, rolling his hips, grinding against him. “Yes, that feels so good, oh, god.”

“I know, baby. Sweet, slutty boy. So hot and tight for daddy. This is daddy’s ass, isn’t it?”

“Yes, daddy’s ass,” Spencer murmurs, his hips stuttering a little, making Sophie grab his back. “Only daddy has been in this ass, and only daddy will be.” Aaron exhales hot against his skin, and he leans up, because he has to come, can’t wait anymore. He has to make it good while he lasts.

“That’s right, my sweet, shy boy,” he groans, hands on Spencer’s hips, and he fucks him fast, but not rough, not hard.

“Oh, yeah, fuck, daddy, yes,” he whines, rocking back into Aaron’s thrusts, forward into Sophie, and she whimpers beneath him. “Yes, daddy, come inside me, daddy. Need you to, want you to.”

“I’m going to come, baby, hold on for me. Almost.” He fucks a little harder, can see Spencer wants it, as he works his body fast in time with Aaron’s hips. “Slutty, needy boy, messy and dirty and desperate and perfect. I love you, sweet boy.”

“Yes, fuck, daddy, needy, dirty, desperate. I love you.” He lifts a hand, covers Aaron’s on his hip, and Aaron can feel Spencer’s whole body tighten from inside when he comes, grunting, spilling into Sophie. She sighs, pulls him close, and Aaron folds forward and comes too, pressing deep, running hands over Spencer’s shoulders and neck.

He pulls out so they can get into a more comfortable position, spoons him, wraps his arms around his body and holds him tight, kissing everywhere he can reach. Sophie presses against his front, softly kisses his lips, his cheeks, and he just breathes between them.

After Spencer has calmed down a little, Sophie slides down his body to nuzzle against one of Aaron’s hands, and he lifts it, strokes her face, presses his finger to her lips so she can suck on it. He rests his cheek on Spencer’s arm, wonders how in the fuck the universe decided he deserved this.

Sophie’s sucking slows, then stops, and it’s clear she’s fallen asleep. Spencer swallows hard, clears his throat, and tips his head back for a kiss.

“Hi there, baby. You did so perfect for me, felt so good. My good boy.” He hums, and Aaron kisses him again. “You okay? What can I do for you?”

“Um. Water, please? And then, I can help you with her in the shower. I’m sure she’ll feel gross when she wakes up.” Aaron squeezes him tighter, brushes his lips over his shoulder.

“I can wash you both up, you don’t need to help. When you submit, daddy takes care of you.” He rubs his hip, massages his ass gently. “Did you like it better than being a daddy?”

“I like both,” he rasps. “They make me feel so different, it’s hard to compare.”

“I’m happy to hear that, baby. I like when you do both, too. I’m going to get you that water, and then we’ll wake her up and shower, okay, perfect boy?”

“Yes, daddy.” Aaron nods, gets out of bed.

“Oh, and Spencer?” He turns his head, soft and sleepy and pliant, so cute. “I hope you enjoyed coming tonight, because you’re going to be disciplined tomorrow, and it might be a very long time before I let you get off again.”

He groans, and Aaron grins.

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