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bucksfucks · 4 years ago

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amorosa // steve rogers

chapter three: midnight

chapter one // chapter two // chapter three

chapter four // chapter five

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summary || you wake up alone, a single note in the kitchen detailing where steve has gone. a few hours later you’re in his lavish office where he hands you a contract telling you to look over it before he takes you out to dinner. what you don’t realize is that dinner soon turns to something a little more risqué.

pairing || sugar daddy!steve x reader

word count || 2,908 words

warnings || financial struggles, sugar daddy dynamics, undefined age gap, public washroom sex, unprotected sex, heavy daddy kink, mocking, degradation, name calling, orgasm denial, blowjobs, praise kink, dirty talk — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

When you awoke the next morning you found yourself alone in your bed. The sheets were cold, though his side still smelt like Steve. You groaned as you stretched your arms above your head and your legs as far down as you could.

You were sore.

Sore in the best possible way as butterflies flocked to your belly as you thought about how Steve was perfectly situated between your thighs or the way his cock filled you full.

You finally got the strength to get out of bed, legs slightly shaky as you grabbed your phone only to find it dead. It was plugged in and forgotten soon after as you started on a pot of coffee.

Your eyes caught sight of a note neatly placed on your small kitchen table, coming closer to inspect the neat writing over it.

Had to run to work, last night was everything and more. Give me a call when you see this. xx

Steve (678-136-7092)

You smiled, as old-fashioned as a note might be, it made you feel warm inside as you impatiently waited for your phone to charge. It was only ten in the morning, you were sure he could wait just a little longer.

Your peace was soon disturbed by loud, incessant knocking at your front door that startled you, making you jump. You barely had time to set the piece of paper down before an envelope slipped under your door.

Grabbing it and quickly tearing it open you couldn't believe your eyes.

An eviction notice?

You groaned, rolling your eyes in disbelief as you shot daggers at your front door where your landlord was surely standing not even minutes ago. Still, you shook your head, tossing the notice onto your table before grabbing Steve's note and hoping your phone had enough juice to turn on.

Your day seemed to be turning up as it flashed on, a small victory as you quickly punched in Steve's number, turning speakerphone on as you tapped your foot waiting for him to pick up.

"Was startin' to think I scared you off after last night," Steve chuckled as he picked up the phone on the third ring. You playfully rolled your eyes, falling back against your bed.

"Scared me off? If anything you'll have trouble getting rid of me." You chid back as you heard Steve laugh followed by a click, probably an office door closing.

"Princess I won't be gettin' rid of you anytime soon." He said earnestly as you bit your lip trying to conceal your smile. You felt giddy, like a high schooler talking to their crush late on a Friday night.

"Do you think you can come down to my office this afternoon? I think we should discuss some rules." He said seriously, a twinge of professionalism coming through as your stomach flipped with nerves.

"Uhm yeah, sure, does one o'clock work?" You asked, sitting up to take a look at the time on the wall clock mounted right across from your bed.

"That's great, I'll send over a town car. See you soon, Princess." Steve said and you could hear the smirk in his voice as you stood up, feeling more confident in yourself.

"I'll see you later, Daddy." You nearly purred as he groaned lowly on the other end of the line, "oh I can't wait." And with that you were getting ready for your day.

Stark Towers was an impressive, daunting looking building as you stepped out of the town car Steve had sent over. The driver told you to just go to the front desk, tell them your name, and the rest would be taken care of.

You did just that, the petite woman behind the desk giving you a warm smile as she led you through a set of doors where you both got into a polished elevator. She hit the number 92 on the panel before you began your swift ascent.

The doors opened to white marble tiling, dark blue accents, and crystal clean statutes as she led you to a large set of where the name Steve Rogers, VP read in neat writing. She knocked twice before the doors were opened.

Steve had a hard look on his face that softened immediately as he caught sight of you.

"Thank you Belinda, can you prepare an all access card for her please?" He asked as she nodded her head, disappearing back into the elevator as Steve led you inside of his office.

He embraced you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placed a sweet kiss to your lips.

"I haven't stopped thinking of you," he mumbled, smiling as you played with the short hairs at the nape of his neck. He hummed, feeling the vibrations against your own chest as he leaned his forehead against yours.

"But as much as I'd love to take you right here, over my desk and in front of the windows, we have to set some rules." You couldn't help but whimper at his words, your arousal growing as he took a step away.

"Sit," it was a gentle command, and you did as you were told, taking a seat in one of the two plush chairs that were positioned right in front of his large oak desk. He leaned against the front of the desk, crossing his arms over his chest as he licked his bottom lip.

"I'm a man of business as you know, so," he grabbed something behind him, "there is a short contract."

You narrowed your eyes at the paper, extending your arm wordlessly as he gave it over to you. You skimmed over the first few paragraphs, noting how there were four pages total before you glanced at where he had already placed his signature.

"You signed already?" You asked, a little puzzled as he chuckled, "this is something I'm confident in." Steve shrugged, pushing himself off the desk and placing both of his hands on either side of your chair.

"Take your time, I don't need an answer right away." He says sweetly, his body towering over yours and the only thing you can think of is how much bigger he felt as he was on top of you last night.

You nodded your head slowly, swallowing thickly as he straightened his posture. He was so tall and broad and you had to stop thinking of him like that. At least for right now.

"I'll take a look at it tonight," you replied as he smiled, "good girl."

The praise sent another shiver down your spine as you watched him lick his bottom lip, he knew what he was doing to you, was this a test?

"Let's have dinner tomorrow, same time, different place? You can ask any questions you have pertaining to the contract, how's that sound?" You nodded your head again as Steve spoke.

"That sounds good." You told him with a smile as he extended his hand for you to take, he helped you up before his arms were around your waist again, lips against yours before his hands travelled down to your ass.

"Good girl, maybe this time you can skip the panties?" He purrs against your neck, his lips already nipping at your exposed collarbones as you feel him stiffen against your hip. You gasp, nodding your head, "o-okay."

"Okay who?" Steve eggs, "o-okay, Daddy," you whisper, biting your lip as he slowly rocks your hips against his.

You're just able to get your hand on the outline of his cock as his intercom buzzes, "Mr. Rogers, your one-thirty is here, should I send him in?" A woman's voice interrupts the two of you as Steve groans, rolling his eyes.

He hits a button on his desk harshly, "give me five minutes."

You reluctantly step away from him, taking in the bulge in his pants, wet lips, and slightly mused hair.

"I'm sorry Princess, Daddy's gotta work," he winked, readjusting himself as you gave him a small pout. He cooed at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "don't pout, if you're good maybe you'll get a surprise or two tonight." Steve promises as your eyes light up at his words.

"Now be a good girl, okay?" He says, giving your bum a pinch as he leads your out of his office, pressing the button on his elevator.

"Stop at the front desk on your way out and pick up your access key, okay? And text me when you get home, the car's out front for you." Steve says as you nod, clutching the contract tightly in your hands.

He presses a chaste kiss to your cheek before the elevator doors close leaving you alone to your thoughts.

You sat in your dimly illuminated kitchen, Netflix playing softly in the background as a cooling cup of tea was at your side. The contract was in front of you as you tapped your pen against it.

Clause 1.0: You will attend all events asked by Steve Rogers assuming he gives you enough time in advance.

That seemed fair, not like you were about to turn down anymore fancy dinners or a trip to the Alps.

Clause 2.0: In return, Steve Rogers will take care of and pay all bills. Any extra cash needed will be provided.

2.1: A credit card with a limit will be available at any time

You stared at the words, it almost seemed too good to be true. You'd struggled with money nearly all your life and for Steve to just take all those troubles away?

Clause 3.0: This is a monogamous, exclusive relationship where no third party shall be involved unless each party involved agrees.

No problem there.

Clause 4.0: Transportation and housing will be provided through Steve Rogers.

As your eyes scanned through each clause you felt yourself getting antsy, wanting to see Steve again as you chewed on your lip.

You got to the final clause, skimming it over.

Clause 10.0: You are to refer to Steve Rogers as Daddy unless specified otherwise.

Your stomach flipped, thighs burning as you longed to feel the weight of his cock between your legs. You wanted to sign the damn thing right then and there, but you capped the pen, sliding the contract up the table before hopping into the shower.

Tomorrow would be interesting.

Steve had chosen an equally fancy restaurant, you expected nothing less as you walked through the glass doors, led to the table where Steve was waiting for you, phone to his ear as he caught sight of you.

You were wearing the only form fitting dress you owned, but it clung to you like a second skin and you could see his eyes darken as he cut whoever was on the phone by hanging up on them without a second thought.

"Christ, Princess," he groaned in your ear as he enveloped you, "you tryin' to give me a heart attack?" He smirked, taking your head and letting you spin around as you giggled.

"Only the best for you, Daddy." You purred, watching as his jaw clenched. You slid into the seat, Steve climbing in beside you in the booth before his hand was instinctively on your thigh.

Two menus are placed in front of you, the waiter pouring two glasses of water as you skim through the pages.

"I have something for you," you whisper, grabbing the folded contract out of your purse, handing it to Steve as he looks at you darkly.

He looks through it, noting the signature as he shoves it into his blazer pocket.

"It's all official now, Princess," he purrs, tilting your chin upwards with his index finger so you're looking up at him. You can feel the heat coming off of his body, the warmth of his finger under your chin causes you to shiver as his lips hover over yours, "meet me in the bathrooms in three minutes."

With that, Steve slipped out of the booth and gave you one last glance over his shoulder before disappearing from sight. Your heart was racing, nearly beating out of your chest as you tapped your fingers on the table before deciding fuck it and slinking away to the bathroom.

Steve was leaning against the wall, foot against the wall as he cocked his head to the side.

"There's my best girl," he said, extending his hand before pushing you both through the threshold of the toilets.

The door was locked seconds later, Steve whipping around to pin you against the sinks.

"Princess do you have any idea how hard it's been to keep my mind off of you? When I've had you writhing under me, my cock deep inside of you as I fucked you senseless?" His words were a low growl in your ear as you gasped.

"Daddy, fuck, I-I need you." You mewled, pouting and nearly begging him up you looked up at him through your lashes.

"Love hearin' you beg for my cock, Princess." He growls, hand snaking behind your neck as he kisses you roughly. It's teeth and tongue as he nips at your lower lip, tugging it before he's shoving his thick thigh between your legs.

You gasp at the contact, his hard flesh meeting your core as jolts of electricity run through you. You can barely keep your eyes open as his mouth is sucking right below your ear, his coarse beard tickling at your skin.

"Grind yourself over my thigh, Princess. Wanna watch as you ride it." He whispers darkly into your ear. You're shamelessly grinding yourself over his thigh as his hands go to palm your breasts through your dress.

It feels quick and dirty, but it's exactly what you need.

"Fuck, Daddy, want your cock." You whimper before he's stopping all movements to grab your chin and force you to look up at him.

"Oh is my dumb baby already so desperate for my cock, hmm? Then get on your knees and open that pretty mouth of yours." It's a simple command, your breath getting caught in your throat as you're pushed down onto the cool tiling of the bathroom floor.

You watch as he undoes his belt, bulge meeting your eyes before he's freeing his cock.

"Go on, Princess. Put that sweet mouth of yours to work," he purrs, running his thumb over your bottom lip as you wrap your hand around his base.

You pump him slowly, eyes watching him as he lets out a low groan, throwing his head back when you wrap your lips around his tip.

You can taste the salty pre-cum as you take him further, slowly relaxing your throat before hollowing your cheeks as you bob your head.

"Oh fuck—what a good little girl, look so pretty with Daddy's cock in your mouth Princess." He praises, your arousal growing as you feel your panties get wetter as you take him further.

Steve's gripping the edge of the counter as he lets his head fall forward. Your saliva coats his cock, your hands, and your chin as you moan around him. Steve's low grunts and groans fill the echoey bathroom before he's pulling his cock out of your mouth.

"Up. Now." And there's a sense of urgency in his voice that you've never heard before.

You do as you're told, Steve lifting you onto the counter and hiking your dress up, sneering when he finds you wearing panties.

"What did I tell you about panties, Princess?" It's a condescending tone as your head falls forward. He's pinching each cheek with his fingers as he makes you look up at him.

"Good girls get rewards," he speaks, "but bad, bratty girls don't get to cum." He growls, ripping your panties off as you squeak.

He's plunging his cock into you seconds later, the action causing your body to jolt upwards. Steve is merciless in his thrusts as he keeps your body locked with his, your legs wrapped around his torso as he clamps his hand around your mouth to keep you quiet.

"My dumb little baby, couldn't even listen to simple instructions," he grunts, "God your pussy feels so good wrapped 'round me, Princess."

You can feel the coil starting to form, the pressure building as your toes curl inside of your shoes and you want nothing more than to chant more, more, more.

"I know you wanna cum, baby, I can feel you squeezin' me," he whispers huskily, a dark smirk on his lips.

"If only you had listened to your Daddy," he almost snickers as he pulls out, fisting his cock until he's painting your thighs with his cum. It makes you shudder, watching him cum, feeling him cum, as he makes you watch.

He's breathing heavy, panting nearly as he drops his hand and kisses each cheek lightly before sealing his lips over yours.

"Let's get you all cleaned up, Sweetheart." Steve's tone has changed, now sweet and caring as he takes care of the mess he's made. You let, relishing in the gentle touches before he's helping you down from the sink and back onto your feet.

You pout when you meet his eyes again and he taps your nose, "don't give me that look, Princess." He warms playfully before you're making a hmph sound that makes him chuckle.

"How about I take you back to mine, we'll order in tonight, though what I want a taste of isn't exactly on anyone's menu."

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omeliashepherdhunt · 3 years ago

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Stay With Me

Chapter One

I wake to muffled cries. A quick glance at Emmy’s monitor reveals it’s not coming from her. Our sweet baby girl has been sleeping through the night for the past month much to her brother’s relief as their bedrooms are adjacent. I briefly rub the sleep from my eyes and realize the distressed sounds is Owen. He’s laying on his stomach but I can see his frightened face contorted with anxiety. Beads of sweat from his forehead blend in with the tears that escape from his tightly shut eyes. I sit up and start to gently shake him awake, afraid of what he’s dreaming of. Owen doesn’t take too long to jolt awake and sit straight up in record timing. His blue eyes dart back and forth and he’s breathless. I reach out and stroke his face that is sticky from sweat.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.” I try my best to soothe him. It takes Owen a little bit to be able to form words.

“Bad dream. I’m fine. Go back to sleep please.”

I softly smile at him and squeeze his hand. His T-shirt clings to his body from how much he was sweating.

“I can’t go back to sleep until I know you’re okay so why don’t you tell me what all of that was about?”

“I can’t talk about it, Amelia. It’s scary and traumatic. I don’t want to go there, especially not with you. I couldn’t take it if you started to think of me the way others have.”

I raise my eyebrows, feeling taken back. There is only one thing he has remained tight lipped about — his time in the army.

“Owen, I’m your wife. The wife that has had her fair share of dark and scary things. I can’t help you through it if I don’t know what is torturing you in your sleep. You married a recovering addict and alcoholic with chronic mommy and daddy issues. I have no room to judge.”

Owen peered over at the clock on his nightstand. It’s just after two in the morning.

“It’s late and we have a baby that will be up in a few hours. I swear I’ll be okay. I’m going to jump in the shower and rinse off really quick. I feel disgusting.”

“Owen, please just tell me what it was about. I can handle whatever it is.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily.

“Drop it for Christ’s sake. I don’t need to talk about it. I’m sorry for waking you up.”

My stomach started to form knots so I just gave his hand another squeeze.

“Okay, I’ll change the sheets then come check on you.”

I watched him walk away while my heart sank. His normal 5’11” self from now looked similar to my 5’3” frame purely from how mentally exhausted he looked.

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It’s not often that I have such vivid flashbacks to my time served in the army, especially not about the explosion. I’m not sure how much time has passed when Amelia comes in and starts the water. I only notice her briefly, unable to tear my eyes away from my reflection in the mirror. Sometimes it’s hard to see why Amelia is attracted to me when I look like I do right now. There’s huge bags under my eyes, skin abnormally pale, and my hair is slicked against my head from the sweat. Another moment or two passes by the time I feel my wife’s petite arms envelope my abdomen.

“Bath water is ready. I know you said you wanted a shower but I wanted to join you. It’ll also help you to soak your tense muscles.”

I couldn’t keep a sheepish smile from escaping.

“Amelia, I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you but I sure am glad I have you. I didn’t mean to be so curt with you earlier. It’s hard.”

Her small hands cupped my face and she pulled me in for a soft kiss which I happily reciprocated. Things didn’t seem to be so bad when she was by my side.

“I just want you to be okay. Leo, Emma, and I need you here both mentally and physically.”

I kissed her again and let my lips linger against hers.

“I’m right here. You and the kids can’t get rid of me that easy.”

She pulls me by the hand over to the tub and takes her own sleep shirt off while I peel my sweat drenched T-shirt and pajama pants off. She gets in first and ushers me to get in front her which is different for us. Usually she curls up in my arms but I’m happy to have her hold me for once. If only I could protect her from the horrors of my past.

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Owen didn’t say much in the bathtub but it was still nice to just have him lay there with me. It’s not too often we get so much one on one time with each other because Leo or Emma needs one or both of us.

Once we were dried off and back in our freshly made bed, I pulled him to me and let him rest his head on my chest. His ginger curls still damp from the water smelt like his lemon and sandalwood soap.

“Owen, please remember you can tell me anything. I just want to know what scared you so much.”

He sighed heavily but tightened his arms around me.

“It’s not easy for me to talk about… I don’t want it to change what you think about me. It’s not a light story.”

“I figured as much. There isn’t anything you could tell me that would change what I think about you. I love you. You’re my husband and my smoking hot baby daddy.”

Owen let out a sarcastic chuckle which made me giggle. At least I could still get him to smile even when he’s not wanting to.

“I love you more… Now I’m going to tell you this one time and I really don’t want to elaborate on it… We were on a convoy and hit an IED. I wasn’t hurt too badly but everyone else was subsequently killed. Dan Mooney, who served with me as Colonel, initially lived but his injures were too severe and he succumbed to his injuries only after I had to say a Hail Mary with him and he forced me to take my hand off of the wound on his neck. He bled out right before I was rescued by a helicopter. Now I live my life with immense survivor’s guilt. When I nearly choked Cristina to death, that was because I was triggered merely by the blades on our ceiling fan. Callie Torres was actually the one that got me off of her. I haven’t forgiven myself for that.”

His entire body went rigid as he explained the details which just broke my heart. He had been through so much at Grey Sloan without everything that occurred during his time served.

“You know… whatever higher being out there wanted to keep you alive for a reason. Now look at your life. You’re married to a brilliant neurosurgeon, a father to a five year old son and six month old daughter, head of trauma surgery, and we own a beautiful house and both of our vehicles.”

“I know we’ve been very rich in that sense but it doesn’t make what happened to my platoon okay. My own mother didn’t know I was home from the army for the longest time… Who I was then is different from who I am now. The army changed me overnight.”

I softly kissed the top of his head and wished that I could protect him from the world much like we try to protect Leo and Emma.

“I love who you are now. Your journey makes you who you are. You’re not a bad man, Owen. It’s nothing you could’ve controlled. You weren’t driving and no one knew there would be an IED right in the path. You did what you could with the resources you had in the time that you had.”

Owen looked up at me with huge, watery eyes. I held him as close to me as I could. His facial expression reminded me of Leo’s when he’s in time out.

“Mia, there are times where the pain seems unfathomable. When I get flashbacks or have night terrors, everything feels so raw and recent. How am I supposed to be strong for you and the kids?”

“That’s the thing, my love. You don’t always have to be the strong one. I’ve had my fair share of hard things. We are equals. You’re strong when I can’t be so I can do the same for you.”

Owen’s shaky hand reached up to caress my cheek.

“You are a saint. Let’s try to get some sleep before Emmy needs to nurse again. Just feeling you in the bed helps me feel safe.”

Another kiss on Owen’s head then one on his lips stretched a sweet smile across his face. He looked exhausted but more content by the time he started to doze off. It was a quarter past three in the morning before he was asleep again though I couldn’t sleep. All I could think of was his trauma and what steps we needed to take to get him into some form of counseling. If I can do NA or AA meetings, he could see a PTSD expert.

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enbyprentiss · 4 years ago

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Little brat

Genre: Smut, pure filth, zero plot

Pairing: Hotch x Reid

Warnings: Sub!Spencer, Dom!Hotch, Spencer in panties and makeup, bratty Spence, spanking, penetrative sex, degradation, daddy kink, some praise, slight aftercare, oral (male receiving obviously), face fucking, and I think that’s it but lmk if I missed anything!

(and no @sparklinspence, if you’re reading this, i REFUSE to incorporate Hotch’s supposed foot fetish)

Also, Hayley does not exist in this story because that woman deserved so much better. And instead, she got murdered. Yes, I am still salty about it and no, I will never forgive the writers for that.

Spencer liked being a good boy. He lived to please. However, he loved being a brat even more. He always looked forward to things that were supposed to be punishments. He liked Hotch to yell at him. Tell him what a dirty boy he is. He liked being fucked like a bitch. So, he planned on being the biggest brat today.

It started when Aaron called him in for a case. And instead of telling him that he’d be there within 20 minutes like he usually did, “What if I don’t?”

“Spencer...”, he warned.

“What? What are you going to do?”, he always knew just how to push Aaron’s buttons.

“If you don’t, I’ll have no choice but to terminate you.”

“You would never.”, and even though he couldn’t see Spencer, he still had a smug look on his face.

“I better see you in the next 30 minutes.”

Reid huffed, crossing his arms and hanging up the phone. He reluctantly pulled himself out of bed, putting on the pair of panties he knew drove Aaron crazy and quite possibly the tightest pants he owns so that Hotch would be the only one who would recognize the outline.

When he arrived at the office, his eyes flicked straight up to Hotch’s office. And god, just looking at him made his pants become just a little tighter. He had to strategically pull his satchel closer to his body, quickly seating himself and tucking his legs completely under the round table. Spencer purposely made sure that the seat next to him would be empty. And, of course, Aaron took the opportunity to sit next to his young lover. At first, it was just a sweet gesture that wouldn’t expose their relationship to the rest of the team. The problem only arose when Reid placed his hand on the older mans thigh while JJ presented the local case. As his hand traveled farther up slowly, Hotch could simply not wrap his head around how Spencer was possibly this turned on at 10:00 AM. Regardless, he knew Spencer’s little game and grabbed his wrist, wrapping his much larger hand around it as a subtle warning. He watched as his face turned a light shade of pink, and he obeyed for now. But not for long.

The team spilt up, half of them in the field and half of them staying back to work from the bullpen, which left Aaron and Spencer alone in an SUV. Spencer took this opportunity to act up further, he leaned over the console, kissing Aaron’s neck gently before moving to open mouthed kisses. He would’ve left it at that if it wasn’t for the apparent bulge in Aaron’s pants. He rubbed him over his slacks the best he could before Hotch broke his trance.

“What has gotten into you today, Spencer?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”, he shrugged and smiled in faux innocence.

“Oh, so you want to be a filthy little brat today? We’ll have to fix that later.”

Spencer didn’t respond, just squirmed in his seat, fantasizing about all the possibilities of what awaited him. And luckily for him, the case was solved pretty quickly. The unsub stabbed random people repeatedly on the street, the only thing is he did every 27 minutes on the dot and was extremely sloppy, making his fairly easy to catch. Though, Spencer still managed to slip in some more trouble-making behavior. When they weren’t actively trying to put the profile together, he spent time flirting with both the male and female officers but only when he knew when Aaron was watching. Of course, Aaron noticed and it only made his blood boil more.

When they got back to the BAU, he pulled Reid into his office, demanding that he follow him to his apartment. And he obviously wasn’t going to deny, this was what he wanted all day.

As soon as they burst through to the door to Aaron’s apartment, their lips met in a heated kiss. Spencer licked against Aaron’s bottom lip, but he quickly gained dominance over the kiss. He moved to kiss down the younger mans jaw and the exposed parts of his neck, making Reid whimper.

“Such a desperate little slut. Go to the bedroom and strip. And you better not be touching yourself when I get in there.”

Spencer nodded, now ready to obey every word that was said to him. He stripped of all of his clothing, leaving them in a crumpled pile as he rushed to sit on the bed. Aaron waltzed around his apartment for roughly 10 minutes just to tease his lover, and he only entered the bedroom when he could hear him audibly whining. He pulled the frail figured man over his lap silently, palming over his ass gently.

“Do you know why you’re being punished, baby?”

“No, daddy.”, Spencer shook his head the best he could with a small pout on his face.

Aaron landed a harsh smack across Spencer’s ass, “Really? Because I think this is exactly what you wanted. Teasing me all day, wearing this pretty pink little panties. You’re just so desperate for my cock, aren’t you?”, he landed another hard smack.

“Mmhf! Yes, daddy!”

“Count for me. And that’s the only thing I want to hear from you, since you were such a bad boy today.”

Spencer whined anyway, which only earned him more spankings, each harder than the last. Eventually, he had counted all the way up to 25 with tears in his eyes and a few slipping down his cheeks. Aaron helped him sit back up, wiping some of the mascara stained tears away.

“T-thank you, daddy.”, he sniffled.

“Oh, sweetheart, you really think I’m done with you. Get on your knees.”

Spencer scrambled to get in position in eagerness. He rubbed up the older mans thighs, and he expected to be pushed away since he didn’t ask for permission, but instead Aaron was focused on ridding of his pants.

“Since you want my cock so bad, you’re gonna let daddy fuck your face, ok?”

He muttered a small ‘Mhm’ while nodding his head with an excited smile. Aaron lifted his hips into Spencer’s awaiting mouth, immediately hitting the back of his throat and making him gag. But Spencer relished in every action Hotch made, pushing his head down by his light brown curls and then pulling him back up so he could focus on just the tip, swirling his tongue around and over his slit.

“You love this don’t you, brat?”, Hotch groaned as Spencer’s throat tightened around him and he moaned around the cock in his mouth, confirming Aaron’s suspicions wordlessly. He continued pushing the younger mans head down roughly, watching more tears fall down his cheeks and watching how perfectly his plush pink lips wrapped around his tip. As Spencer licked down the prominent vein on the underside of Aaron’s cock, he felt the warm white liquid shoot down his throat, gladly swallowing all of it.

“Let me see.”, Hotch demanded. Spencer opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue slightly, revealing that he truly did swallow all of his lovers cum, “Good boy.”

Spencer’s eyes lit up at the praise as he bounced on his knees slightly, “Fuck me now, daddy?”

The dark haired man sat in front of him, acting as if he was pondering the idea, “Fine, get on the bed. Hands and knees.”

He moved frantically to get in position as Aaron retrieved the lube from his not-so-hidden drawer. He kissed down Spencer’s spine while applying a generous amount of the substance to his fingers. He continued planting soft kisses wherever he could reach, slowly pushing one finger into Spencer, making him yelp.

“Oh, daddy!”, Aaron took that as a good sign, pushing another finger into him, scissoring them to stretch his boy further.

“W-want your cock instead, daddy.”, he whined.

“I don’t know. Can you take it?”

“Yes! Let me show you, daddy, please!”

“Ok, baby, give daddy one second.”, he answered, applying a fair amount of lube to his cock.

Aaron put both his hands around Spencer’s petite waist, pushing into him slowly, making his sub moan out shamelessly. He hadn’t even pushed fully in as Spencer began to squirm and arch his back.

“Mm, so big, daddy!”

“Oh, come on, baby. I know you can take it.”

Spencer’s hands balled up in the sheets, scrunching up his face while simultaneously begging Hotch for more. Eventually, he had pushed all the way into Spencer, setting a ruthless pace knowing he liked it rougher.

Spencer’s moans quickly devolved into little ‘Thank you, daddy’, and mindless babbling.

“Aw, look at you, baby. I fucked my little genius dumb.”, he groaned. He reached around to stroke Spencer’s cock, knowing that he wouldn’t last much longer.

“Fills me so good, daddy!”

“I know, baby. So tight and warm for daddy. Such a good boy.”

“Oh, oh, oh! Can I cum please, daddy?!”

“Go ahead, sweet boy, cum all over my hand.”, as soon as he was given permission, he came all over Hotch’s hand and his own tummy.

Aaron continued slamming his hips into Spencer’s, making him whine from the overstimulation. He pushed his hips so much harder than before, releasing as Spencer tightened around him, “Oh! You make daddy cum so hard, baby.”

“T-thank you, daddy.”

“Of course, baby.”, he pulled out slowly and began to walk away.

“W-wait! Will you um--”

“Will I what, baby?”

“W-will you plug me up. Want to keep the mess in.”

“I don’t know if you’ve earned that much of a reward.”, he said, cracking a rare smile.

“Please! I promise I’ll be good, daddy!”

Of course, Aaron knew this was a lie, he was bound to act up again but he simply couldn’t deny when Spencer looked at him with those signature puppy dog eyes. He pulled one of Spencer’s favorite plugs out of the drawer and slipped it slowly into him as Reid’s hips bucked up involuntarily, placing a soft kiss to his lips.

“I’m going to get some clean pajamas for us, ok? I’ll be right here, baby.”

Spencer nodded with a small pout. Aaron handed him his favorite pair of pajama pants as he went to get him a glass of water. He reluctantly took a few sips before placing it against the night stand. Aaron got into the bed next to him, pulling Spencer close, knowing that he needs skin to skin contact after scenes like that.

Reid fell into the spell of sleep first and Aaron watched how his chest rose and fell slowly while brushing through his soft locks before burying his head closer to Spencer and falling asleep himself.

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holidaywishes · 4 years ago

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Focus On Me

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Summary/Request: Can I ask for a Freddie Andersen story? Maybe something about angry Freddie after a bad game and only Y/N can calm him down? I'm fine with smut but making however you see fit. I got the idea from when Freddie broke his stick in the tunnel after a bad game and I thought it would make a good story. Thanks!

Warning: fluff, implied smut, some language

Author's Note: GIF credit to Pete Blackburn I guess.. I just found it on Google because it didn't come up in the GIF search but I knew this was the GIF that anon was talking about (I love it too, by the way.) I know this one is very similar to the one I just posted and, in hindsight, I should've combined the two but I had this idea that didn't really fit the other one. That being said, if they end up being super similar then that's why but I do still wanna apologize that it's not the most original imagine for this request. I hope you still enjoy it though!

P.S. I'm slightly fuming over the fact that the Leafs can't seem to give Freddie a shutout after proving that they're capable of doing it for their other goalies, but I digress. That anger may or may not come through with this imagine but I tried to keep it as fluffy as possible. #justiceforFreddie

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The Leafs had gone almost their entire two week road trip without a win and you could see it starting to take it's toll on Freddie whenever he had to do an interview. When Freddie got home, and the team had a few days off, you decided he needed to let off some steam

"You just need to dance it out!" you exclaimed and Freddie just scoffed

"I don't really dance, you know that"

"I know," you giggled before walking over to Freddie, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck, "but baby, you're so stressed out. I think you need a night out with your girls and your boys" he scoffed again at your response but kissed your nose softly

"My girls and my boys?" he finally replied

"Yeah!" you laughed, "or just your girl"

"I can handle that..." he whispered, leaning down to kiss you but you pulled away before his lips met yours

"So get ready!"

"No..." he stuttered, sitting down and dropping head, "I meant here... de-stress me here" you smirked as you sat on his lap, kissing the sensitive skin behind his ear

"It's all about the foreplay baby" you whispered before kissing his cheek and standing up, turning away from him to saunter over to your closet. You looked over your shoulder to find him pouting at you before you unzipped your sweater to expose your bare shoulder, "wanna help me get dressed?" you teased

"I wanna help you get undressed" he insisted, jumping up to follow you to your closet. You rolled your eyes and scoffed at his sudden excitement but you were happy he was starting to let loose; when you were finally able to get dressed, Freddie kept trying to take your dress off again

"Freddie!" you laughed, "come on, the car's outside. We have to go..."

"You look so good though," he nearly growled, a smirk growing on his face, "we can tell the car to leave and just have a good time here..."

"Stop," you whined, still not pushing him away, relishing the feeling of his tongue tracing along your neck, "I need to show off this dress but don't worry, I'll stay really close to you" he groaned but took your hand as you led him to the car; you giggled as his hand crept up your thigh, leading the driver to peer in his rear view mirror.

"Let's just turn around," he said, "we're not that far from the apartment. We'll just say we weren't feeling well..."

"No," you scoffed, "we're gonna have a good time. Dance a little, drink a little and be completely stress free"

"Fine" he sighed

Freddie's P.O.V

Even though you had argued with her before you left, you were having a great time at the club watching (Y/N) dance but not such a great time when she would drag you onto the dance floor

"Come on," she whined, "Freddie, just dance with me!" you groaned but followed her out onto the floor. She wrapped her arms around your neck as she swayed to the music, trying to get you to do the same and chuckling when you kept looking around, "baby," she smiled, "relax. Look at me... you're dancing with me, these people don't care"

"I look like an idiot" you sighed, leading her to smile, shake her head and turn around, placing your hands on her hips before she snaked her hand up to your neck so she could bring you down and whisper in your ear

"Just feel my body against yours" she grinned, dropping her head back onto your chest before you kissed her neck and continued to dance with her. She had a few more drinks as the night went on, claiming that she was drinking because you, Auston and Willy couldn't, but you were worried that she had had too much

"Alright," you said, pulling the glass away from her mouth before she could take another sip, "I think it's time for some water, don't you?"

"No, I'm fine... I just need to sweat it out!" she joked, trying to pull you back onto the dance floor but you refused

"Babe," you scoffed, pulling her onto your lap, "let's just sit for a bit. Have some water okay" she reluctantly agreed but made sure to glare at you as she did so, forcing a chuckle to escape your lips.

"Fred," Auston sighed, "don't worry about the journalists and reporters. We've had a bad streak but we'll get back on track"

"Let's not even talk about it" Willy insisted

"Exactly!" (Y/N) slurred happily, "we don't wanna keep focusing on all that. We're here to have a good time!"

"I actually think we should head out" you said, rubbing your girlfriend's back before she began pouting at you. "Everything's closing up, it's late, we gotta get a car, you're drunk..."

"One more dance" she asked, kissing your cheek as if that was going to convince you but you just shook your head, opening your phone to order an Uber instead

"Sorry, (Y/N)," Willy smiled, "I tried..." she stood up and gave the two a hug goodbye before grabbing your hand, intertwining her fingers with yours as you walked to the exit. When you got outside, you were bombarded by flashing lights

"What the fuck?" you cursed under your breath

"Freddie?" You heard (Y/N)'s voice soften and you could tell she had sobered up just at the sheer chaos the two of you were looking at

"Ignore 'em, babe, just walk to the car..." you tried but the lights continued to strobe and flash, making it increasingly difficult to see in front of you

"IS THIS HOW YOU GUYS DEAL WITH A LOSS?" one of the photographers shouted

"HAS THE TEAM BEEN GETTING DRUNK BEFORE GAMES?" another yelled

"IS THAT WHY YOU HAVEN'T BEEN YOUR BEST?" they continued

"DO ALL THE GUYS HAVE GIRLS HANGING AROUND THEM TO LICK THEIR WOUNDS?" you were finding it hard to ignore them, tensing your jaw whenever any of them would say something but expecting a question to come up about (Y/N) and sure enough

"IS SHE HELPING TO GET RID YOUR STRESS?" one of them called and you just about snapped at him when you felt (Y/N) tighten her grip on your hand, wrapping her arm around yours to bring the two of you close together

"Focus on me," she whispered when you looked back at her, "ignore them" you could tell she was flustered by all the attention and all you wanted to do was get her into the car.

"Could you just let us through please?" you asked politely but in your anger, you weren't sure if it was going to come across that way

"WE JUST WANNA TALK FRED!" someone yelled in return and you looked at (Y/N) before taking a deep breath

"Look, we're just trying to get home," you sighed, trying your best to keep your petite girlfriend out of their sights, "could you please just let us get to the car?" when they wouldn't leave you alone, you started to lose your temper

"Freddie..." (Y/N) whispered when your body tensed and you puffed your chest, "please, I just wanna go home..." you kissed the top of her head and decided it was time to push through the crowd, finally making it to the car; letting (Y/N) step in first before you crashed onto the seat

"Fuuuuuck" you groaned

"I'm so sorry," she whimpered, "I shouldn't have made you come out tonight"

"What?" you said, noticing a tear falling from her eye, "elske, this isn't your fault. I had a good time until all of that" you gestured behind you before wiping away the tear that had fallen. "Thank you for keeping me calm" you smiled and she smiled back

"I wanted to get out of there..."

"I know" you smirked

"Maybe you were right," she giggled, "we would've had a much more stress free time at home"

"Well maybe you'll listen to me next time" you teased

"I still like the foreplay" she whispered, moving onto your lap

"Hey, hey," the driver stopped her, "sit back on the seat please. Safety first" she nodded and moved off your lap but you kept your hand on her knee as the drive continued. When you got back to the apartment, (Y/N) got out of the car first while you thanked the driver, he made some off-handed remark about the losing streak and you ignored it the best you could, wrapping your arms around (Y/N)'s waist as the two of you walked back to the apartment. You started kissing her neck as she unlocked the door, your bodies connected as you stepped inside; your fingers began to drag down her body until they reached her centre and she hummed at the sensation.

You moaned as Freddie took charge of your body, his erection digging into your back before he turned you around to push you against the wall and you giggled

"Gentle, daddy" he smirked at your words, picking you up to carry you to the bedroom, setting you on the bed before slowly removing his shirt. You bit your lip as you watched him strip, rubbing your legs together as you anticipated his body against yours. He hovered over you, directing you to lay down against the pillows, your hands finding his waist and your nails quickly dug into his skin.

"I love this dress..." he whispered, "but I love what's underneath more" you chuckled at his intention but turned him over, climbing on top of him and removing your dress. Your lips crashed into each other as his hands roamed your body and your breath had built up so heavy in your chest that you had to break the kiss. He tried to lean back in but you didn't give him the satisfaction just yet, no matter how badly you wanted to

"I know that you didn't want to be in that situation" you sighed, referring to what happened with all the reporters

"(Y/N)..." he groaned, falling against the pillows in annoyance, "I don't even know how they knew we were there. We're not celebrities, we're hockey players..."

"It's Toronto," you replied, "you might as well be celebrities" he rolled his eyes, placing his hands on your thighs before he attempted to kiss you again. "But listen," you stopped him, placing a finger in front of his mouth, "I'm proud of you" you continued. "For staying so calm back there but also, just..." he nipped at your finger first and then your lips, trying to change the moment back to where it started, "hey!" you chuckled. "I'm serious. I'm proud of everything you do, always, and everything you are. Don't let anyone, ever, make you feel differently about how amazing you are, okay?" he smirked as his hands wrapped around your body, bringing his chest to yours

"Okay, baby, I promise" he joked, planting a kiss on the tip of your nose

"Good" you returned, kissing his lips sweetly before letting the night continue; the way it should've been from the beginning.

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muffindaddystyles · 4 years ago

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Author's Note: I'M BACK!!! @oh-honey-styles and her FICSLAM took me back. Here's a little diddle that'll make you feel gooey my pals.

Flowers weren't blossoming to your satisfaction the pinks, purples and tangerines smushing into the one frame. You bend down to squint a closer look of the painting you're working on for an hour, in the midway takes a glance of your hubby boyfriend sprawled cosily on the plush couch smooching loud kisses to the crown of your kitten and when she pawed at him trying to get rid of his fluffy grip he pretends to bite her tinsy creamy paws. His phone sitting flat beside him with Sarah on facetime as your kitty interrupted him in mid-talk.

You roll your eye-balls leaning back from your crissed crossed position a grunt hefting outta your lips at the exertion on your whimsical effort to grab his phone. You slide his phone between your shoulder and ear, his sparkling gaze sticking to you but cherry lips still pressed to kitty's ear.

"Hiyaaa bibi." You greet Sarah twirling the purpled coated paint brush, his toes pudging your bum as you're sitting at the foot of couch over his feet.

You hiss cursing internally to yourself when the hues of black of the sky on canvas rolled into nothingness with the constant scratching of yours against the fabric. A mindless distractions as you converse with Sarah, "nothin' usual lazyin' 'round hubby." You fill her up with the ongoing charade and swear to God the word hubby slipped past your lips, your mind and lungs. The previous careless statement soon vanishing from the pocket of your mind but it caused Harry's head to perk up with heated blushed ears and a chirpy smile of million dollar man. Brows rocketing to his forehead and kitty falling in his lap when the astonishment reached to his hands making them weak. Kitty rolled her eyes giving Harry an attitude and galloping away from him, well even though gifted by him she isn't very fond of her daddy.

"Harry ye' idiot!" The moment you ended the call he was tackling you to floor straddling your petite waist and pinning your wrists with one of his large palms. The butterflies swooshed him to another world that makes people word vomit real quick but he shushed them down to form a proper sentence.

He squints his eyelids narrow in accuse and growls like a puppy into the softest flesh of your neck, curls tickling your cheeks quenching a belly ache laugh from you.

"Doesn't work like tha' ma'am!!" He's loud into your ear and you grip the hem of his sweater spurting between your laughs, "works what!?" He pushes himself back from the crook of your neck raising his left hand in the air and wiggling his bare ring finger with fake offend; his smile dancing wildly onto his glowing features saying otherwise.

"Where's me weddin' ring, toots?" His expressions crawling to you and both of your beams reflecting others when the epiphany cacooned you. He sighs happily looking down at you with proud chest, "ye' mean it?" His voice's low full of insecurity.

You cradle his cheeks gently. The blueberry mash of paints swiping along his perfectly sculpted jaw. Not giving two fucks and nodding vigorously with ever most sincerity not letting your gaze flicker.

"I do—" Two words is what it took him to smash his lips against yours into a loving deep kiss full of meaning and maroon seal of promises. His tongue hot and wet caressing the inside of your cheeks and your sweet mouth. Jis affectionate mumbles non-coherent to you. You loop your arms around the nape his neck bringing him ever closer than he already is, noses brushing and teeth clanking.

"Me too. Marry me." His confession and proposal causing your heart to gush with pitter-patter melodies.

"Doesn't work like that Mister!" You mock him waggling your hand infront of his sight. "Just this?" He asks brushing the strands of your hair back.

"Seems like so'." You shrug and he shakes his head taking the rubber band from around his wrist. The red cool elastic came molding around your ring finger with a loud a snap and the heart shaped lips pressing to your knuckles soon after that.

You never knew a band of rubber with no piece of big luxurious stones could make you cry.

"I love it. I love you." Your chin wobbles and he pecks your lips smiling against them sillyly. A long speech full of heart pouring forgotten by Harry and all he could manage was a, "I love you too me' future wifey."

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dadolorian · 4 years ago

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Seven Days of Valentines, (Diamonds and Daddies side story) Whiskey x F!Reader CH 4

A/N: Thanks to @talesfromtheguild for Beta reading and helping me with many ideas for this! This will be a weekly series leading up to Valentines Day

I try to keep Readers physical appearance as open as possible for this story, but please note in these chapters shes going to become more of a ‘character’, some specific interests of hers are going to come into play.

This is canon to the main Diamonds and Daddies story, but i am uploading as its own thing. You do not need to have read Diamonds and Daddies to read this, just know its a fic about Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels being a Sugar Daddy and the reader is a professional Sugar Baby.

Fandom: Kingsman the golden circle Ship: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x Cis F!reader Warning/tags: established relationship, P in V sex, fingering, Oral ( F receiving) , multiple orgasms, over stimulation, dirty talk, Daddy kink, DD/LG/BDSM style relationship, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl) checking of safe word, possessive language, aftercare, toys, squirting, pussy slap, nipple/clit pump, some mild fluff

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Word count: 6K +

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Summary: Whiskey whisks his Sugar baby away for a romantic Valentine’s getaway. Day four, jack gift Honey Bee a special gift.

Thursday 12th of February

As promised, you were left with a very sore and tender pussy.

You awoke in uncomfortable pleasure with Jack's face buried between your legs, devouring you as if he hadn’t had his fill of you less than eight hours earlier.

Lazily, you tried to push him away with your hand, in a feeble attempt to fall back to sleep, however thanks to your lingering sensitivity and the skill of his tongue he managed to coax you to orgasm despite your meager attempt to recede back into sleep.

You whimpered, grogginess clear in your high whines, as Jack lapped you up, savoring your taste before beginning to kiss his way up your body, pushing up his t-shirt you still wore to kiss at more of your soft skin. He gravitated towards your lips finally, lazily melding his mouth to yours. You tasted yourself on his tongue, alongside that taste you couldn’t describe as anything other than Jack. You moaned together, as if relieved to be connected once again finally.

Strong, familiar arms wrapped around you and lifted your hips to his, he hissed into your kiss as your soaked core rubbed up against his erection through his sweatpants.

“Is your sore pussy up to taking Daddy this morning?” he asked when you finally separated your lips from one another. His voice was raspy with sleep and need.

“If I'm not too sensitive for you to eat me out before I’ve even woken up, then I’m sure I can take your cock Daddy,” you cooed, giggling at the way his eyes darkened and the hungry look he gave you as he quickly hooked his sweats under his cock and balls.

“If you can still take me after last night, then clearly I didn't do a good enough job,” he teased before he pushed himself inside you with a satisfied groan.

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Even with Jack’s morning distraction he had the two of you out the door, before noon, dressed ready in warmer clothes than usual due to the reported snowfall.

He took you to Piazza Navona, it was beautiful, even with the overcast gray sky, thanks to the cold February air it was not as busy as you expected, giving you and Jack plenty of space to roam about the decadent square to observe the beauty of the architecture and fountains.

Snow covered the ground, which did not dampen your experience in the slightest. Jack promised to ‘make up for it’ in the future by taking you back in warmer months, but you silenced his worries with a kiss.

“I am thrilled we are here, even if it's cold, I don't need blue skies and sunshine to appreciate any of this Jack.”

He gave you a soft smile in return, feeling some of his worry lift.

“I still want to take you back here Sugar, one day.”

“I would love that, I just don't want you thinking I'm somehow disappointed because you took me here in late winter. I love it Jack, thank you.”

You shared a deep kiss in front of one of the fountains, as the only two people in the square.

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You were equally as excited when Jack took you to your next location for the day, and found it was just as empty as Piazza Navona. Trevi fountain was covered in snow, the blanket was growing steadily thicker as snow began to fall, Jack was grateful he had the foresight of an umbrella that day, opening it up and pulling you to his side as you both made your way over to the famed fountain.

“This is amazing, that we get to experience such a place, just the two of us” you whispered, leaning your head on his shoulder, huddling closer to him against the cold.

“It seems surreal Darlin,” he hummed beside you, kissing the crown of your head. “It’s like we’re the only two people in the world.”

You giggled. “Hmmm, and is this what we would do? If we were? Travel around, seeing the sights?”

“If it were just the two if us, I would want nothing more than just to explore the rest of the world with you, Honey Bee,” he smiled.

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You flipped through photos you had taken that morning on your phone as you sat in the passenger seat, Jack beside you holding your free hand as the driver took you to wherever he had planned for your lunch.

You giggled at one particular photo, Jack was pulling a face into the camera as he would often do when in a playful mood.

“Send me them when you get a chance Darlin,” he said warmly beside you, smiling at your smile. You gave him a nod before swiping through more.

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Lunch, as it turned out, was very similar to yesterday's lunch, as Jack had surprised you with another workshop. However, this time you were taking a pizza class.

Your stomach growled as you entered the warm Pizzeria, shrugging off the thick winter coats you wore and hanging them up. You were grateful for the change in temperature as you both cleaned off the snow clinging to the rest of your clothes before joining the small class.

You decided to spend the time this lesson enjoying the experience more than teasing Jack, who seemed just as agreeable to the notion as you stood side by side at your station, listening to your instructor.

You had a lot of fun, Jack kneaded the dough for you as you stood to the side, admiring his arms as he rolled up his sleeve and got to work. As the dough was stored away to rise, you cleaned your station together, sitting down to decide what toppings you each wanted.

Your pizza base was an uneven circle, Jack rolling it out once they were all deemed acceptable. You giggled at the lopsidedness of it, taking a quick photo of Jack’s pout as you giggled over your lumpy pizza base.

Together you made the sauce and spread it on your base, before you were finally allowed to decorate it with toppings. Before you could start, Jack made an equally uneven heart shape out of your shredded mozzarella, and with sauce bottle in hand, he managed to write a very messy “JD ❤️ HB”

You ‘awwed’ at the gesture, quickly snapping a picture of Jack next to his creation, smiling proudly.

“How very ‘cheesy’ of you,” you joked lamley, making Jack groan.

You finished putting the rest of your toppings on before you were finally allowed to deliver your pizza to the pizza oven. Jack was thrilled to get to use the large wooden pizza peel, and you made sure to take a video of Jack putting your pizza in the large oven to cook with help from the instructor.

While your lunch cooked you cleaned everything up, leaving your station as spotless as you found it. When the food was ready you and Jack sat at the tables, alongside other couples, chatting away happily as you all ate together, his arm around you lazily.

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You were surprised when Jack led you back to the hotel much earlier than you expected, having just finished lunch and bundling back up in your coats to brave the increasing snow.

You weren't complaining though, as you entered the lobby just as the snow had started to become a blizzard, more than happy to escape the cold for the rest of the day.

You were taken back to your room, and perhaps a little disappointed as you entered the bedroom, finding no gifts laid out.

Jack took notice, chuckling and kissing your cheek.

“Later Honey, we’re only stopping by to get rid of our winter gear,” he said warmly, shedding his coat once more and changing into some comfortable lounging clothes. He encouraged you to do the same, so quickly you dressed into a large baggy sweater dress, warm leggings and soft ugg boots. He took your hand once you were ready, and just as quickly as you had arrived to your suite, you were swept away to some unknown part of the hotel.

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You were delighted when you passed through two large glass doors to what you could only describe as a mini spa resort.

The air was warm and misty, smelling vaguely of vanilla and pine, tiled floors made shoes click as they passed over it, the walls were gray, with a large mural walk behind the tall reception desk. The hotel's logo stood out on the mural of trees, and sitting underneath, behind the desk were two petite young women who greeted you with a smile.

“Mr Daniels?” one of them asked in a strong italian accent.

Jack smiled and nodded, pulling you with him as you were led down a short hallway to the side, and then into a changing room where robes and towels waited for you.

You both undressed in your cubicles, putting on the towels and plush white robes provided for you. Jack took your hand back once the two of you were ready for whatever treatment you were about to get.

As usual, Jack had spared no expense, and the two of you were treated to a full spa experience. Jack had even gone the extra mile to give you a full beauty treatment as an added bonus.

You were able to relax in the Sauna together, your head resting on Jack’s shoulder as the heat sweat away your stresses. That was followed up by your beauty treatment. Mani and pedi, facial, exfoliation, face mask, eye mask, you experienced the full works, all while Jack cooled off in an Ice bath.

You enjoyed your pedicure along with a small sample of fruits and sandwich , followed up with a delicious slice of decadent cake, and a glass of champagne.

And the entire spa experience was topped off with a couples massage.

Jack reached across the small gap between your tables whenever he could to hold your hand in his. Any tension you had in your body melted away thanks to the expert hands of your masseuse and the scented oils coating your skin.

Sighing, you closed your eyes, trying hard not to fall asleep due to your extremely relaxed state, waiting to enjoy the feeling as much as possible by not drifting off.

You giggled, along with your masseuses when Jack's steady snore revibriated along the tiled walls, his hand relaxing in your grip as he drifted off, completely and utterly relaxed.

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By the time your massage had ended you were feeling more loose and relaxed than you had ever felt in your life, you rolled your shoulders with a content sigh, loving how loose your muscles felt.

“Damn Darlin, I didn't even realize my back was hurting so much until the pain went away,” Jack sighed beside you, taking your hand as you made your way back to the changing room to shower off the oil still coated to your skin.

“You enjoy your beauty treatment?” he asked, taking your hand in his once you were dressed, inspecting your manicure and affectionately stroking your fingers with his.

“Yes,” you nodded smiling at him. “Thank you.”

He smiled back and kissed your forehead. “Not that you need a beauty treatment Darlin, you’re already stunning,” he said, making you blush.

Washed, dried, and dressed you made your way back to your suite together.

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As he had promised earlier, gifts were now laid out on the bed, you bounced over to them excitedly, making Jack chuckle at your eagerness. Three boxes, with no clothes set out that evening, which surprised and intrigued you. As expected, one of the boxes contained a lingerie set, red and lacy, but unlike the other set the had bought for you so far, they were not intended to be practical, usable underwear as well, as the cups of the ‘bra’ were not there, the lace would perfectly frame your breasts, leaving them exposed for Jacks viewing pleasure. The ‘panties’ were matching, crotchless, this set was purely to wrap you up nice and pretty leaving everything open to Jack so he would not have to remove a single piece from you to get what he wants.

He growled softly behind you, wrapping his arms around you to kiss at your neck. “Gonna look so good in that Darlin,” he said, voice deep with lust already at the thought of you wearing it.

“Open the others”

You placed the first box down back on the bed, reaching for the next closest box and lifting the lid. Instantly you felt yourself growing wet at the sight of its content.

“I hope after last night you won't be too sore to play with these tonight,” Jack’s teasing voice tickled your neck as you stared down at the toys in the box.

So far, in the short time you had been together you had experimented with toys only a handful of times, and so far, they had been simple bullets and vibes. Evidently tonight, Jack wanted to be a bit more, experimental.

One simple, silver bullet vibe, a finger vibe, a silicone egg attached to a silicone string you could only guess vibrated, and the largest dildo you had ever seen in person. Your heart was beating fast in anticipation, and you were sure Jack could feel it with his lips latched to your pulse point.

“Open the last one,” he rasped.

You almost dropped the box as you opened it, overwhelming anticipation making you shake as you stared down at a toy you had only ever dreamed about being used on you.

Nipple and clit pumps, you were certain Jack was planning on a night just as intense as the last night, and you were more than looking forward to it.

“Go, get changed, I’ll be waiting for you.”

You were quick to change in the ensuite, touching up your hair in the mirror and re-applying Jacks favorite mascara. When you came back out to the bedroom, dressed in the exposing red number, Jack was laid out on the bed, even more exposed than you, completely nude as he lay back with a cocky grin, slowly pumping his hardening cock.

You feigned feeling bashful, hiding half of your body behind the door frame and avoiding his eyes. He chuckled, becoming you over with his finger.

“No need to feel shy Darlin, you look good enough to eat,” he hummed, still stroking his cock slowly with one hand while the other was open to you in invitation. You padded over the soft carpet, still pretending to feel shy. As soon as you were in reach he pulled you to the bed, pushing you onto your back and bending over you to give you a kiss.

“I really could eat you up, you sexy little thing,” he teased, his fingers dancing across your skin to the lacy edges of your ‘bra’, the pads of his fingers brushing against your bare breasts as he played with the lace.

“These,” he said, squeezing your breasts, weighing them in his palm. “A meal fit for a king,” he continued, growling before dipping his head further to mouth at your breasts. He lavished attention to them, making sure to toy with the one not currently in his mouth with his hand, squeezing, kneading the flesh in his large calloused hands, and tweaking your nipple while he licked and suckled on the other one.

You moaned, already aroused just by looking at the toys he had selected for that night, but even further so now. You felt your arousal leak out of you, with no barrier to hold it thanks to the lack of material covering your centre.

Jack switched, making sure each of your breasts felt the attention of his mouth, you looked down at him, and found him staring back at you with intense, dark eyes, watching your every reaction, every gasp and moan.

“Fuck, I love your tits,” he moaned agaisnt your skin, placing a few soft kisses to your peaked nipples before pulling away. His hand stroking the flesh of your thigh as he sat up, erection proudly twitching against his stomach.

“Which of those toys caught your attention most, baby?” He asked, positioning you gently further back on the bed.

“T-the pumps,” you answered truthfully, rubbing your coated thighs together in anticipation as Jack got up off the bed to collect the boxes.

“Yeah? You want Daddy to torture your nipples and poor little clit?” he asked, setting the boxes beside you on the bed.

You nodded up at him eagerly.

“Daddy will do just that,” he promised, picking out the finger vibe from the box and sliding it over his index, switching it on so it buzzed lightly. “But I want to try them all out on you baby.”

His finger started at your nipples, trailing slowly down your body until he reached your clit, circling it gently so the vibrations barely tickled you. You whined, lifting your hips , trying to gain more pressure to your clit, but Jack slapped your thich in warning.

“You take what Daddy gives you,” he reminded you, torturing you further by rubbing his vibrating finger over your clit directly, so lightly you could only just feel the promise of the vibrations against your swollen bud.

“Daddy please,” you whined, pouting when he chuckled at you, not taking pity on you.

“Patience is a virtue sugar,” he teased, leaning over to rasp in your ear. “Daddy will will make you cum so hard so much it fucking hurts if you be good for me.”

You moaned, knowing full well Jack always kept his promises if you behaved for him.

“Imagine that big one inside you,” he continued, knowing full well his words could turn you on just as much as his touches. “I wanna see your sweet little peach of a pussy stretch around that, your hungry little hole taking that massive cock, fuck, I bet it would hurt to cum around that thing, your cunt stretched so much and tightening around that, fuck I could cum just imagining that.”

You moaned again, nodding your head and silently begging for just that, wanting to please him, wanting that painful pleasure.

Your eyes were closed, imagining his little fantasy, how good it would feel when he surprised you by pushing the vibe right onto your clit, making you yelp.

“We’re gonna start small, and make our way up,” he said, sitting back up to watch you writhe under the pleasure of the vibe. “It’s going to be another long night Baby girl.”

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Jack had successfully made you cum with the finger vibe without ever sliding anything inside you, and had slowly worked you open with the small silver vibe, pumping it in and out of you slowly, bringing you back to the edge of pleasure before abandoning it to the side. You whined in frustration as he took his sweet time picking the next toy, much to your annoyance. There were two toys left in that box and you knew he was going to end with the larger one. He was simply trying to rile you up.

Deciding you were being just a bit too bratty with your complaints, he gave your pussy a harsh slap.

“Patience Baby,” he warned with a growl. “That's your second warning!”

You bit your lip, trying to silence yourself as he pretended to decide which toy to use.

Eventually he picks up the silicone egg and returned to his previous position between your legs, laying on his stomach so he could watch up close.

He turned the egg on, feeling it buzz in his palm before slowly pushing it inside you, cooing gently about how good your pussy looked, framed by your panties as it stretched around the widest part of the egg. Shoving it inside you as deep as it could reach he watched with fascination how slick leaked from you with each powerful buzz.

“Remember, you can’t cum until Daddy says you can,” he laughed before licking up your arousal with a moan. You heard him whisper against your folds how you tasted so good.

You were focusing hard on not cumming until he said so, but that was made far more difficult when he took a hold of the silicone ‘string’ attached to the toy, slowly pulling it down your channel and stretching your hole again.

You keened, arching your back and trying so hard to wait for his permission. He repeated the action, pushing the vibrating egg deep inside you before slowly pulling it out, stopping when you stretched around the widest point. He watched entranced, growling hungrily every time your entrance stretched around it.

He kissed your clit, circling his tongue around it, drinking up your moans.

“Fuck baby, watching my sweet little cunt stretch like this, just makes me want to see what else I can fit in you,” he moaned, lapping up at your folds now. “Im gonna buy the biggest fucking toy I can find when we get home, we’re gonna find your limit one day.”

His lips latched onto your core, eating you out vigorously, and still playing with the toy with his hand, he was struggling to grip it securely with how much you were leaking.

He shoved the toy back inside, pushing up right against your g-spot as he began suckling your clit.

You shrieked, trying not to wriggle too much as you begged, helplessly, for permission.

“Daddy! Please! Please! Pleasepleaseplease!” You wailed. Looking down at him, between your legs, eyes watching you intently again, you saw him nod.

Permission.

You thanked him with a cry as you arched further off of the bed, pushing your hips up into his mouth as he drank down your release, tongue lapping at your hole beside the silicone still hanging out of you. You clenched down around the toy, shaking as your walls contracted around the vibrations.

“Daddy!” You whined, slowly rocking your hips into his face as you rode out your orgasm. As the waves of pleasure washed away, Jack ever so slowly pulled the toy out of you, kissing your clit in praise as he did so. You whimpered, sensitive as he kissed you there.

He cooed again as you stretched around the toy, watching as he pulled it out at a snails pace, enraptured at the sight.

“My pretty little pussy,” he praised, diving to lap up at you again once the toy popped out of you. You mewled, lazily trying to push him away, but he wouldn't be denied his sweet treat.

Jack tossed the toy to the side and crawled up your body, lifting your thighs around his waist. Teasingly, he rocked his hips so his cock, now leaking pre-cum onto your skin.

“Daddy wants to be inside his pretty little pussy,” he rasped. “I know you’re sensitive baby, oohhh but daddy wants to make you a creamy mess before you take that big one, I need you slick with both our cum before I stretch you out with that thing.”

He was rambling, but watched your expression carefully as he lined himself up with your hole, smearing his pre-cum around your folds, waiting for any kind of refusal before pushing his hips forward and filling you easily thanks to his attentions with the egg.

“Fuck, there we go,” he groaned when the flesh of your ass met his thighs. Bottoming out inside of you. You moaned loudly as he filled you up, feeling his tip meet your innermost wall. “I aint ever been in a pussy this good Baby.”

Having neglected his cock for so long, choosing to pleasure you ahead of himself, Jack didn’t bother wasting time building up a slow and steady pace. He pounded into you hard and fast as he always did when chasing his own release and slaps echoing in the room.

He crashed his lips on yours, noses bumping together as the taste of your cum flooded your mouth. The kiss was sloppy, and messy, but Jack desperately seemed to need his mouth on yours as his hips rammed yours. You could tell by his desperation he would not last long, he rarely did when he had aroused himself so much by pleasuring you.

Once, twice, three times he bucked into you hard before warm cum flooded your insides, he pulled your bottom lip into his mouth and bit hard, but not hard enough to draw blood, groaning loudly.

You didn’t complain about the fact that he had sought his own release as he lazily pulled out of you, pushing his seed back inside you with his thumb, knowing full well he intended to make you cum at least once more that night.

“Baby,” he sighed, licking his thumb clean of your combined releases. “What's your color? You still good to try take that big one?”

“Green Daddy,” you sighed, settling into the pillows comfortably, preparing yourself for the challenge.

“My perfect girl,” he said proudly, kissing your cheek and retrieving the toy.

You knew there were larger toys out there, but this would be the largest you had ever taken personally, it was bigger than Jack, who was already an impressive size himself. He placed the toy beside you on the bed before opening the bedside drawer for a bottle of lube.

“I know you’re wet Darlin, you’re always wet for me, your horny little cunt’s always up for more, isn’t she? But we still need to prep you” he said, coating his fingers in lube and putting two in you straight away. The artificial lube, mixed with both of your cum made obscene noises as Jack pumped his fingers and stretched you open.

“Daddy can get hard again on that noise alone Honey Bee,” he chuckled, laughing harder as your eyes widened as you glanced down at his spent, wet cock that was already twitching with interest.

You bit your lip and wiggled slightly, stopping when his eyes cut back to your face in warning.

“Are you going to take me again Daddy?” You asked as a third finger pushed inside you.

“Ohhh, you can bet on it Baby,” he moaned, watching your hole stretching around his fingers. When he managed to fit a fourth, large finger inside you, he stretched you wide open so he could stare into your hole, groaning at the sight.

“My perfect little cunt,” he whispered before spitting into your hole, giving you an obnoxiously cocky grin before pulling his fingers free and shoving them in your mouth to clean.

Obediently you lapped them up, cleaning your combined cum and lube off of his fingers while his free hand opened the bottle again. Once he deemed his fingers acceptably clean he pulled them out of the hot cavern of your mouth and picked up the toy, coating it generously in lube.

“You sweet little pussy’s gonna look so good taking this,” he growled, shoving your legs apart as wide as they could go and lining the tip of the toy up at your entrance. He was extremely careful, as he pushed it forward, watching your reaction carefully for any sign of discomfort. Even with the stretching and copious slick from the lube and cum it was a struggle to take, the stretch was burning and so far he had only pushed the tip in. Jack paused, waiting patiently for your face to relax as he slowly pulled the toy out, then back in, pushing just a little bit deeper each time, pausing, waiting for you to adjust each time you grimaced.

It took a lot of hard work, but with both your efforts the toy was eventually pushed as deep as it could go. You both moaned in unison once the toy could go no deeper. Jack laid down on his stomach, between your legs, staring longingly once again at the stretch of your pussy.

“Baby,” he cooed in adoration, running this finger around the toy where your hole stretched around it, making you whimper. “Look at that, fuck, just imagine how much we could get to fit in you with practice. Your sweet, tiny little pussy’s stretched so wide, Can’t wait to make you cum on that, bet it’s gonna hurt, make you cry, sweet thing.”

You were stretched so wide that the arousal you felt at his words could not escape, simply filling you up further, making you whine.

“Wait here, hold your legs open,” he ordered getting up off the bed, you noticed he was hard again already, having worked himself up watching you stretch around the new toy.

He picked up the last box.

Oh.

You had forgotten about that.

Jack gently picked up the pumps before returning to you, gently attaching the suction cups to each nipple and your clit. He loved how your breasts look, framed by the ‘bra’, pump attached to your nipples.

“Gonna make you cum so hard, it’ll hurt so good baby,” he rasped, voice deep and gravely with lust.

He squeezed the pump gently in one hand, watching how you would react with fierce intensity and hunger. The first pump was just enough to feel a slight suction, a mild sensation, but he continued to pump away slowly, watching the way your nipples began pulling up into the clear cups. He groaned at the sight, and once your nipples and clit started to feel the tight suction you whined loudly in both pain and pleasure, unintentionally squeezing around the large toy inside you still.

Without warning Jack repeatedly squeezed the pump hard and fast, startling you with the sudden, constant suction.

“Ahhhh! Daddy!” You yelped, struggling to keep still for him.

“You know your words,” he reminded you. “They’re there if you need them.”

You shook your head no, wanting that painful orgasm he promised you and was intent on giving you.

You were sobbing as he pumped away, clit and nipples red and raw as they were pulled up into the cups, there would be marks in the morning, no doubt about that.

It was painful, but incredibly arousing at the same time, they had never been this sensitive before, this abused and your head was swimming in the delirium of it.

Jack jerked himself off with his free hand above you, as you squirmed beneath him, the painful, burning stretch of the toy, and the constant and the arduous suction on your most sensitive parts were driving you insane.

To torment you further, Jack placed the pump down but did not release the suction, instead, grabbing onto one of the cups on your nipples and tugging at it. You cried, the pain agonising but it just made you anticipate your orgasm all the more.

Proud of the reaction he pulled from you, his hand moved to the suction cup on your clit, repeating the action. You shrieked, louder than you ever had before and Jack abandoned his cock to cover your mouth, as he repeatedly tugged at the cup, muffling your shrieks.

“Normally I love your noises Baby but we don't need people coming to investigate that now do we?” he teased. “Now I'm going to let go and you’re going to cum for me. You understand?”

You nodded into his hand.

“Good, you need to scream like that, do it into the pillow,” he said before pulling his hand from your mouth to grip the toy filling you up by the base and jackhammering it inside of you, still tugging at the pump on your clit.

It was instantaneous, and as painful as he had promised. Your hole was stretched as wide as it could possibly go right now and gripping hard on the toy that was stuffed inside you. Jack growled, watching with rapt fascination as your poor abused hole rhythmically clenched around the artificial cock.

You didn't shake as much as you thrashed, pulling the pillow to your face to scream your voice hoarse as tears escaped your eyes due to the pain you were drunk on.

Wet squelching, screams and Jack’s praises and curses filled the room as you came and cum gushed from you. Your body was both trying to milk the toy and push it out of you at the same time, and you realized the toy was being forced from you because you were squirting around it. Jack seemed unaware given how big the toy was, but he was preparing to enter you the second he pulled the toy from you, the hand previously tugging at your clit pump was stroking his cock while the hand still on the toy quickly pulled it out of you, coating him in the cum still squirting from you.

“Fuck Baby!” he shouted, surprised for just a moment before he growled and quickly shoved himself in your gaping pussy before you finished. Pounding into you at a brutal pace, unintentionally but happily massaging that spot making you squirt, drenching his front in even more cum before your body could take no more.

“Fuck I didn’t think this would be how I made you squirt the first time, but Im not complaining,” he groaned in your ear, ripping your pillow away from your face and pounding into you, holding your still thrashing body tightly to him, ignoring the pump still on you as his cock destroyed your hole. Over and over again.

His pace was brutal and you cried, from the intense pain and pleasure of your orgasm, from the suction still on your nipples and clit, from the overstimulation of him pounding into you before you had even finished, how tender and swollen your sex was that was continuing to be abused, and the words that dripped from his mouth.

“My fucking pussy, this is mine,” he growled, his voice sounding feral and animalistic. “No ones ever going to please you the way I do, fill you the way I do, every inch of you is mine!”

“Y-yours,” you eeped out, voice faint after screaming so loud.

That was all he needed to push him over the edge, shouting his release as he pulled you up into him and he pushed in as deep as he could go, ignoring how the pump dug into both of you, hitting your cervix, making you cry out as he came.You felt it leak out of you, your abused hole unable to hold it in as he pulled out. Pausing a moment to free you of the pump, making you hiss in pain and relief before Jack collapsed on top of you with a groan, resting his head between your breasts and wrapping his arms around you.

You weren't sure how long the two of you lay there, clinging to each other, hearts and breath slowing down and sweat cooling from your skin as you stroked his hair.

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Eventually, once he was no longer panting, Jack sat up, hair clinging to his sweaty forehead as he took survey of the mess on yourselves and the bed.

“You good baby?” he asked, the need for sleep clinging to his voice.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “That was…”

“Intense?” he supplied with a weak chuckle, getting up off of the bed. “Come on baby, let clean up and get you sorted.”

You whined in complaint, rolling to your side, back to him.

“I know you’re tired,” he cooed, gently picking you up and carrying you to the ensuite. “But you’ll regret waking up in a wet bed, covered in cum and sore as all hell.”

“Fine” you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck, more than happy to let him do all the work, and you knew he was more than happy to do it.

He took extra care with you that night, cleaning you up, removing the lingerie from your body, soothing your sore abused nipples with ointment, changing the bedsheets and praising you as you snuggled to him every chance you got.

You were already asleep by the time he put you to bed and tucked you in beside him.

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lovely {8}

a @tacmc x @snelbz collaboration

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Feyre couldn’t do anything but stare across the room. The pure elation at seeing her art, a piece that she’d poured her heart into, hanging in a museum, was snuffed out as she found Tamlin and Ianthe across the room.

“Stay here,” she breathed, barely noticing as a petite dark-haired woman came up beside Rhys. She handed him her wine and was across the room before she processed what she was doing.

Her new friend’s eyes went wide as she saw her walking towards them, but Feyre ignored her, gripping Tamlin by the elbow. “Tam, can I talk to you for a minute?”

A look of sheer surprise crossed Tamlin’s face as he turned and found Feyre standing there. Any notion she may have had that this was planned and she released a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. He blinked and said, “Sure,” before turning to Ianthe and saying, “I’ll be right back.”

When she glanced over at her, the friendliness in her eyes had been replaced with ice.

They stepped off to a corner and before he could say anything, she said, “She’s not a good person, Tam.”

He blinked, grass green eyes wholly confused and asked, “Ianthe? How do you even know her?”

“I feel like I should be asking you the same thing.” She crossed her arms over her chest and glanced across the room, thankful to see Ianthe hadn’t noticed Rhysand. Yet.

Tamlin hesitated, then began rubbing his temples. “Feyre, not that it’s not a joy to see you, but last time we were near each other it didn’t turn out great, so if you’re stalking me-.”

Feyre barked a laugh. “Seriously? You think way too highly of yourself, asshole. Do I need to remind you that you were the one that fainted on my porch not long ago?”

He grimaced as he looked away.

“I’m...here with a friend,” Feyre said, at last.

Tamlin’s lips thinned. “Rhys, then?”

“You need to get rid of Ianthe,” she said, arms crossed, ignoring his question altogether.

To her surprise, Tamlin laughed. “Let me get this straight. You break up my date, while you’re on a date, to tell me that I should get rid of my date...even though you have no feelings for me, whatsoever?”

Feyre blinked. “Yeah, she’s aw-.”

“What gives you the fucking right?” he snapped, his eyes narrowing.

“She has a baby,” Feyre hissed. “And it’s….not a good situation. It’s complicated.” Oh, and by the way, the father is my sister’s boyfriend, and my boyfriend’s best friend. How’s that for complicated?

Tamlin just shrugged. “Yeah, I know. I hear the baby daddy is a little asshole.”

“That’s not true.” Her voice was cold.

He snorted. “Is it Rhys? Wouldn’t surprise me if he couldn’t keep it in his pants.”

“Is there a problem over here?”

Her voice wasn’t nearly as sweet as it had been in the bathroom earlier. Now it was sickly and reminded Feyre of artificial sweetener.

“No, Feyre was just getting ready to leave,” Tamlin said, not taking his eyes off of her.

“You’re making a mistake, Tam,” she breathed.

Ianthe asked, “Wait, this is Feyre?”

The tone made Feyre pause and she turned to her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

The smile on her face was cruel as she said, “I shouldn’t be surprised. The best gold-digging whores are always the prettiest.”

Feyre wouldn’t have been able to stop the words if she tried. “You’d know, wouldn’t you?”

One day, when Feyre needed to paint a model of rage, she’d use memory of Ianthe’s face.

“Everything okay, Feyre, darling?” Rhysand’s hand settled low on her back, fingers wrapping around her hip, and she knew that he knew Tamlin was watching.

This has become a dangerous game, and while Feyre didn’t want to make a scene, she couldn’t remember a point in her life where she’d been so angry.

Ianthe’s eyes dragged to Rhys and she said, “Oh, look who it is.”

Rhysand ignored her completely. “Tamlin.”

Tamlin nodded to Rhysand, although he wasn’t happy about it.

Rhysand, though, wasn’t phased. His smile was radiant when he said, “Feyre and I have a reservation, we really should be going. Great seeing you. I-.”

“This is your boyfriend?” Ianthe asked, looking from Rhysand to Feyre. “You went from Tam to this piece of trash?”

Feyre’s body stiffened, and Rhysand’s hand around her waist tightened. His voice was still light when he said, “Wasn’t Az supposed to drop Ash off to you tonight? Or, did he just drop him off to your parents, since they’re basically the ones raising your kid.”

The only thing that brought Feyre back down to earth was the look of pure hatred in Ianthe’s eyes as she took a step closer to Rhysand. Even Tamlin reached out a hand to stop her.

“Let’s go, Rhys,” Feyre whispered, her words still hard, but not wanting to start a full on fist fight in the middle of an art gallery.

Without another word, they turned and left, Rhys practically dragging Feyre. He was pulling out his phone, dialing before they’d reached the city streets.

“Who are you calling?” She asked, both of them pausing to breathe as they looked out over the Sidra.

“Azriel.” He put the phone to his ear. “This changes everything.”

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Cassian had offered Nesta a drink, but when he opened the cupboard, he found absolutely nothing. Naturally, that meant that a run to the liquor store was a necessity. There was one a block away from his apartment, so he and Nesta were walking, hand in hand, beneath the starlight. She was still wearing that oversized sweatshirt, her hair in a messy-bun on the top of her head, and Cassian was absolutely breathless.

“You’re walking slow,” she said, quiet laughter lacing her tone. She tugged on his hand, but he didn’t move any faster.

“I’m taking my time,” he said, grinning. “Slower I walk, the more time I get to spend with you.”

Nesta snorted. “True, but the faster we get to the store and back to your apartment, the quicker I get tipsy and loose.”

Cassian arched a brow. “Is that you telling me I’m getting lucky tonight?”

She rolled her eyes. “You act like you don’t get lucky every night.”

With a smirk, Cassian decided she was right.

The errand didn’t take long after that, and when they got back to the apartment, Nesta flopped next to Cassian on the couch and said, “I want to take a bath.”

Cassian made a face, which had nothing to do with the whiskey he raised to his lips, and said, “A bath? You want to sit in your own dirt water?”

She raised a brow and said, “I want to get naked, relax and drink wine.” There was emphasis on the naked part.

He bit his lip and thought about his dingy little bathroom. “My bathtub isn’t very big.”

Her lips tilted up slightly at the corners and she said, “Oh, are you taking one with me?”

He sat his whiskey on the table and dragged her on top of him. “You don’t just get to tell me you’re going to get wet and naked and not expect me to want to join.”

She giggled and kissed him before she sighed, “You’re right though. Your bathtub can’t fit us both.” He was about to suggest a shower together when she said, “The hot tub at your pool can.”

He snorted. “Can’t get naked at the pool though.”

“Says who?” She cooed, and stood. Walking back toward his bedroom. When he followed a moment later, he found her tying her bikini strap behind her neck.

He stopped in his doorway and lifted a brow. “You weren’t kidding.”

She quickly spun around, adjusting her top over her boobs. “I don’t kid about relaxing in warm water with wine.”

Cassian chuckled. “You’re not supposed to bring wine down there.”

“Just like you’re not supposed to get naked?” She asked, with an eyebrow raised.

“You’re feeling daring tonight,” he laughed.

She rolled her eyes. “Get in your swimsuit.”

When he emerged from his room in his trunks, Nesta was finishing pouring an entire bottle of wine into a large water bottle he kept for the gym. He laughed quietly and she handed him a cup of his own. He raised an eyebrow and she said, “It’s straight whiskey.”

With a chuckle, he said, “Of course it is.”

He grabbed a couple of towels and they walked down to the pool. At half past eight, in early autumn, Cassian was surprised that it was empty. While he picked a chair up and pulled it over to the hot tub, Nesta was already stepping into the bubbling water, a sigh of contentment leaving her as she settled in.

He joined her, sipping from his travel mug full of whiskey, and draping an arm around her. After about ten minutes, he figured she’d forgotten about her wet and naked claim when she looked around and lifted her hips from the built in bench. She dropped her soaked bottoms along the edge of the water.

Cassian raised an eyebrow and waited as she reached behind her back and untied the strap. The water was just high enough that when she dropped the wet fabric on the concrete, he still couldn’t see anything.

She looked at him and breathed, “Well?”

He blinked, then slowly began to shake his head. “You know, when I met you, I thought you were an uptight piece of work. Now? You’re a wild woman.” He reached into the water, shimmied out of his trunks, and pointedly plopped them down next to the scraps of her bikini.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” she crooned, inching closer to him.

He grinned. “I never said that. I’m starting to come to the conclusion that you were a wild woman all along, and now I just get to see your true colors.”

With a quiet laugh, she climbed onto his lap and straddled him. “Our first night together was a drunken fiasco.”

“Oh, I remember it well,” he said, eyes bright, as her arms wrapped around his neck. “But you also bitched at me for ruining your shoes the first time I met you, so my assumptions were valid.”

She scoffed. “They were a one-hundred-and-sixty dollar pair of boots.”

“There’s your problem,” he murmured, leaning up and brushing his lips against hers. “You spent too much on your shoes.”

She snorted but let him pull her into the kiss, lost herself in the way his hands gripped her hips, in the way he tasted like whiskey and how kissing him made her light-headed.

The pool gate creaked and then crashed closed and both Cassian and Nesta jumped slightly, looking towards the sound.

Another couple entered the pool, though they went to the pool, thankfully, rather than the hot tub.

Nesta breathed, “Shit,” and took a large drink of her wine. She reached for her suit, but Cassian grabbed her hand, pulling it back under the water. “What are you doing?”

He smirked and said, “I thought you liked baking a wild woman.”

Her eyes went wide and she warned, “Cass…”

He gripped her hips and ground her into him. The whimper that left her had him grinning.

“Stop it,” she whispered, although her eyes were humored.

The couple was nearing-elderly. If they even knew what was going on, they probably found it romantic, or appalling - either way it could have been worse, but Nesta was still pushing against his chest.

“You got yourself into this mess,” Cassian mumbled. “Now I’m tipsy and too far gone.”

“You’re impossible,” she warned, her fingers running through his hair.

He shook his head, grinning. “Don’t worry. I’ll wait until they’re gone to stick it in you.”

“Stick it in me?” she laughed. “How romantic.”

“Oh, I’m very romantic.” His hands wandered down to her ass and grabbed her, possessively, which made her laugh out loud.

“You know, I’ve had fantasies like this,” she said, feeling that wine coursing through her body, making her lighter, more daring.

“Is that so?” he asked, his hands moving up her sides.

“Yes,” she whispered, cocking her head to the side.

“And what does this fantasy of yours look like?” he asked, quietly.

“Sort of like,” she sat up slightly, gripping him in her hand and sliding down his length. His eyes fluttered shut and she breathed. “You fucking me and me trying my hardest not to get us caught.”

“Nes, they’re, like, a hundred,” he grunted, explaining why they shouldn’t, but gripping her hips and rocking her back and forth regardless.

She didn’t say much else as he head fell into the crook of his neck and her lips found his pulse point. His eyes fell shut and he gripped her ass, urging her to move quicker.

As long as she rocked and didn’t bounce, they should be fine. He was listening to the couple, not really hearing them, but making sure they weren’t suspicious. They should be fine, Nesta was getting close, he could tell by the way she was whimpering quietly and squeezing his cock. But as long as she didn’t bounce, they’d be-.

She reached back and he felt her cup his balls and he couldn’t stop the thrust he slammed up into her or the hiss that left him.

Nesta cried out and he immediately wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her to him. He didn’t look over to the couple, he knew they’d be staring, so instead, he buried his face in her shoulder. He was hoping to make them so uncomfortable that they’d leave, and just a minute, later he heard the gate opening again.

As one they turned, finding the pool empty again and Cassian pinned Nesta’s hands to her sides before she could do anything. He slowly pulled out and pushed back into her, breathing “Let’s discuss the fantasies before we act on them next time, yeah?”

A little smirk appeared on her lips. “But what fun would that be?”

His laughter was quiet as he thrust himself up into her. Nesta’s eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting.

“At least then I’d know what I’m getting myself into,” he muttered.

“Is that a complaint?” She asked, breathlessly.

“Absolutely not,” he whispered. “You’ll never hear a complaint from me.”

The bouncing began, Nesta holding onto his shoulders, him holding onto her ass. Cassian’s head fell back against the concrete, his eyes falling shut.

It didn’t take long for the whimpers she’d been fighting earlier to become full-on moans and groans now and he was so thankful the couple had left as he lifted Nesta and pulled her nipple between his teeth.

She hissed through her teeth. “You can’t properly fuck me out here,” she whined.

“Should have thought of that before you jumped on my cock,” he said, face between her breasts.

“Your apartment is twenty yards away,” she groaned. “Pull your cock out of me, wrap it in a towel, run upstairs and then fuck me against your kitchen counter.” She tried to stand, but his hands held her down.

He smirked. “Is that another fantasy?”

“Not getting arrested for indecent exposure when when they come back is,” she said, pushing against his shoulders.

“You’re talking like we’re teachers or something,” Cassian grinned, then it faltered, as he was second guessing himself. “Fine. But when we get to my apartment, all rules are out the window.”

Nesta’s grin was devious when she whispered, “Fine.”

She settled down on him all the same, nestling in as low as she could go. Her eyes were wide, not batting for a second as she eyed Cassian. “Take me upstairs, then.”

“Okay,” Cassian breathed, his hands still resting on her hips as she rocked, back and forth.

A moment passed before Nesta whispered. “We’re alone.”

“Yeah,” Cassian breathed. “We are.”

Nesta groaned and finally stood, quickly grabbing one of the towels and wrapping it around herself, as well as her wine and hurried towards his apartment. He chuckled and did the same, remembering to grab their swimsuits, and when he entered the apartment, indeed finding Nesta lying back on his counter with her legs spread, he locked the door and continued fulfilling any and every of Nesta’s fantasies she would share with him.

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Azriel had already closed up his shop for the day. The front door was locked, the open sign had been turned around, and it was only him and Elain, who was sitting in the chair at his station, watching as he finished prepping.

“You look nervous,” he said, glancing up at her through his dark lashes as he put on his black, latex gloves.

She cleared her throat. “I’m...not.”

“You’re a horrible liar,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. He asked her to unlock her tablet and one last time, they looked at the tattoo she’d fallen in love with all those weeks ago. “So we want the flowers and the pearls, but no watch? Right?”

Elain looked down at the stencil on her shoulder. She ran her finger along the curve of her arm, of the fall down to the upper arm. “Yeah, but shouldn’t it come down lower?”

He smirked. “What did I say about biting off more than you can chew?”

She blushed as she remembered his words in bed that morning. “I’m not,” she murmured. “I just know I want it on my shoulder and my arm.”

He pressed a kiss to her exposed shoulder, beneath where the stencil ended, and said, “Next session, baby.”

She sighed and nodded, sitting back and staring at her shop across the street. Elain heard a couple of loud buzzes and then Azriel’s gloved hand settled on her shoulder. She glanced up at him and tried her hardest to look brave.

When he snorted and asked, “Ready?” She knew she’d failed but she nodded none then less.

She gasped when the needle touched her skin, and her cringing was so evident that Azriel asked You okay? every thirty seconds. After about half an hour or so, though, her shoulder was numb, and she was finally able to relax.

She watched him as he worked. She could tell he took pride in what he did, and he was amazing at it. His brows were furrowed, the lines of his face hard as he concentrated. Every now and then he would look up at her, just to give her a little smile, before getting back to work.

“Will your sisters be surprised?” He asked.

“Probably,” she confessed. “I’ve never exactly been the type to do such a thing. I was talking to Lucien on the way here and he wouldn’t stop asking me if I was serious.”

Azriel chuckled and they fell into a comfortable silence, Azriel’s music playing on his phone behind them. Every now and then, one of them would ask a question and after a couple hours, Azriel was handing her a mirror. “What do you think?”

Elain pulled the strap of her camisole out of the way, though it had been pushed to the side the whole time. “Oh, that’s weird,” she breathed.

Azriel chuckled and asked, “Good weird or bad weird?”

She tilted her head to the side and said, “I like it. How does it look?”

Shaking his head, he began to clean up and said, “I’m a bit partial, but I think it’s one of the best pieces I’ve ever done.” He snapped a few pictures before carefully wrapping it.

“I’ve got a tattoo,” Elain breathed, standing and walking towards the full length mirror hung on the wall.

“You do,” he smiled, coming up behind her and wrapping an arm around her waist. He pressed a kiss to her neck, on the side that wasn’t throbbing currently. “You look pretty damn sexy if you ask me.”

“Is that so?” She asked, smiling faintly at their reflection.

He nodded, his kisses trailing down her shoulder. “It suits you.”

She turned to him, her hands sneaking behind his neck. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” he whispered, and kissed her, softly. “Let me shut everything down and we can grab a bite to eat?”

“Can it wait five more minutes?” She asked, pressing her body up into his.

His grin was radiant as he picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, and took her to his desk in the back where he plopped down in his spinning chair and kissed her, slowly, sweetly.

He took a hell of a lot longer than five minutes.

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As Rhys and Feyre we’re pulling up in front Elain’s house, Nesta was climbing out of Cassian’s truck. He walked around to the passenger side and waited with her, talking quietly until the other two reached them.

“I know that we’re the least likely daughters he’d explain things to,” Nesta mused, “but do you have any idea why we’re having a good, old fashioned, family dinner tonight?” She quoted the text Isaac had sent to his daughters, asking them to meet him at Elain’s and to bring their significant others, if they had one.

“I have no idea,” Feyre mumbled, as they began to walk towards the door. “But Elain texted me twenty minutes ago. Az had to bring Asher, Ianthe dropped him on her last minute.”

“Dad’ll have a field day with that,” Nesta muttered, as she walked up the porch with Cassian, the others just behind them. She didn’t bother knocking as she pushed open the door, falling into the living room, where Azriel was lying on the floor, talking to a babbling Asher. He looked up as they all entered and slipped off their shoes.

“Hey. Elain’s in the kitche-.”

“It’s about time!” Isaac swept into the room, cutting off Azriel’s greeting. He went to Nesta and gave her a hug, then Feyre, both of whom stood there half frozen. They definitely noticed that Isaac completely ignored Azriel, and when he caught sight of Cassian, Isaac’s head cocked to the side.

“You work with my daughter,” he said, plainly.

“I do,” Cassian said, holding out his hand. “I’m Cassian.”

Isaac slowly looked down at Cassian’s hand and blinked, dismissing it completely. “And you must be Rice?”

Feyre’s eyes slipped shut and she sighed as he said, “Rhysand, actually, but most people call me Rhys.”

Nesta was already walking away from the door, heading straight for the kitchen, though for Elain or the wine he knew was chilling in the fridge, Cassian wasn’t sure. He sidestepped Rhys, clapping a hand on his shoulder as passed and headed for the living room.

Asher turned at the incoming steps and his face lit up as he beheld Cassian. “There’s my favorite little dude,” he crooned, picking him up and holding him against his chest. Asher continued to babble as he patted his chubby hand against Cassian’s face. He turned and reached toward Azriel, before turning back to Cassian, babbling some more. Cass raised an eyebrow and said, “Pretty sure he almost just said dada.”

Azriel nodded and stood, bending over to brush the fuzz and lint from his black jeans. “Yeah, we’ve been teetering right on the edge for about a week.” He stood and walked over to where Cass held Asher and said,“It’s okay though, because you know what he won’t say?” He looked at Asher, and in baby talk, said, “Ash, say dada.” The baby babbled excitedly, but couldn’t quite put the two sounds together. Azriel smirked and said, in the same playful tone, “Can you say mama?” Asher stared up with his big, hazel eyes and blinked. Cassian snorted as Az took his son and tried once more, “Say mama, bud.”

Cassian chuckled and said, “You get way too much joy out of that.”

“Nah,” Azriel shrugged. “I get just enough.”

“What is that?!”

Cassian’s head turned to the kitchen, to Nesta’s elevated voice. Azriel picked up the beer bottle sitting on the side table and said, “Well, I guess Nesta’s seen Elain’s tattoo now,” and put it to his lips.

Cassian lifted a brow as Feyre hurried into the kitchen, Rhysand joining them in the living room. “Elain got a tattoo?”

Rhysand halted. “Seriously?”

Azriel grinned as Asher grabbed onto his nosering. “Ow.” After gently removing his infant’s fingers from his jewelry, he said, “Yeah, gave it to her last night.”

A throat was cleared and all three men turned around, where Isaac stood, watching them. “You did that to my daughter?”

Azriel hesitated. “Yes. I’m a tattoo artist.”

There was a few seconds of silence as Isaac looked at Azriel’s arms, his hands, his neck, all covered in ink, and then he said, “Of course, you are.”

Rhysand’s eyes met Cassian’s, then to their own skin, which bore nearly identical markings to Azriel’s. And rightfully so, seeing as his own scarred hands had done all of the work on Cassian and Rhys and most of his own.

Azriel was going to let it go, was going to keep the peace for Elain’s sake, just like he’d done when Rhys had called him on the way home last night. But he couldn’t do that.

Clearing his throat, Rhysand asked, “I’m sorry, but what exactly is that supposed to mean?”

Azriel’s voice was quiet, but the hard warning was there. “Rhys.” Drop it.

Isaac scoffed, gesturing to him. “I don’t think it needs explaining.”

“I think it definitely does,” he said.

Azriel tried once more. “Rhys.” Let. It. Go.

The older man looked around the room at the three of them, made a decision and said, “The tattoos, the piercings, he’s a single father, and a tattoo artist? Because that’s what a man dreams of for his daughter one day.”

“Listen, you can dislike the way he looks without being a dick,” Cassian began carefully.

Isaac turned to him, and he knew immediately where Nesta’s short fuse had come from. “Oh, this is coming from the one who apparently has sex with my daughter at her - and your - place is employment?”

Cassian really wanted to make a joke about listing all the places he’d had sex with Isaac’s daughter, but decided the list was too long. Instead, he smirked and said, “If that’s the reason you hate me, that’s fine. But calling me out like that isn’t going to rile me up. Good try.”

Isaac opened his mouth to say something, but then Elain was calling from the kitchen, “Food’s ready! Everyone in the dining room!”

The men all stared at each other for another moment, the silence stretching on, but then Asher started fussing.

“Excuse me,” Azriel muttered, before hurrying into the kitchen to make Asher a bottle while the others went into the dining room, where the three sisters were piling dishes filled with food on top of the gray tablecloth.

The tension must have been clear, because all of their smiles faded.

“What’s wrong?” Elain asked. “Where’s Az?”

“Kitchen,” Rhysand mumbled, looking down at his empty plate as he sat. “Asher’s hungry.”

She nodded, looking at each of them, before backing into the kitchen.

She found him stirring up the contents of the baby food as Asher sat in his chair, holding his bottle, as he drank from it. He was gazing at Elain as she walked closer.

“Hey,” she breathed, running her fingers first through Azriel’s dark shaggy hair and then Asher’s. “What’s wrong?”

Azriel shook his head, taking the bottle from Asher’s chubby hands and holding the spoon in front of his mouth. He took a tentative bite and shook his head, reaching for the bottle that was sitting off to the side. “Sorry, Ash, I know you hate them, but you gotta eat them.”“Here, let me,” she said, sitting next to him and smiling. She held her hand out for the spoon.Az glanced from her waiting hand to her face and then back to Asher. “It’s fine, baby. Go eat with your family.”Elain could still see the look on his face, she could still tell something was wrong. She tried to make a joke. “Az, we both know I’m better at feeding your kid than you are.”He scoffed. “Great, he’ll think I’m a shitty, deadbeat dad, too. Add that to the list.”With a blink, Elain asked, “List? What are you talking about?”Azriel sighed and handed Elain the spoon. “Your dad is a dick,” he said, quietly, while Elain miraculously got Asher to eat his mashed peas.She sighed, refusing to meet Azriel’s gaze. “I knew it. He said something to you, didn’t he?” Azriel didn’t answer, and Asher was oblivious to the tension as he blew a raspberry, spewing peas down his chin. Elain looked over at him.“He talks without thinking,” Elain said. “And he’s judgmental. It won’t be a long night, okay? But, he seemed excited about this dinner-.”“He hates me,” Azriel interrupted. “He hates all of us. You should’ve seen the look of utter disgust when he found out I’m a tattoo artist. Then, of course, Rhys had to say something, and then Cassian got in trouble for fucking Nesta at work-.”“What?” Elain asked, trying to follow what he was saying as she wiped the food off of Asher’s chin. Just as Azriel was about to go on, Nesta peeked her head around the corner. “You two coming? It’s awkward, and we’d really love to shove our mouth’s with food so we have something to do aside from sit in silence.”

Elain nodded. “We’re coming.” She turned back to Azriel as Nesta disappeared. “Az-.”

“It’s fine,” he sighed, taking Asher out of his seat and holding him close to his chest with one arm, the other picking up the chair. “Carry his food for me, please?”

She wanted to talk it out, to ease his worry, lift his mood, but she only nodded.

Elain followed behind him, trying to listen into the conversation coming from the dining room. Only to realize there was, indeed, nothing but silence.

Azriel saw that the only seats open were to Isaac’s immediate right, which meant Asher would have to sit between the two of them. Or so he thought.

Elain stepped around him and took his son, re-situating the chairs so Asher’s high chair could fit snugly between their own chairs, as long as Elain sat next to her father.

Cassian cleared his throat. “El, that tattoo looks badass.”

Nesta and Azriel both closed their eyes and sighed, knowing Cassian always had to poke when he knew he shouldn’t. Rhys was smirking.

Elain’s cheeks turned the softest shade of pink. “Thanks.”

“I, personally, think you’re too pretty for tattoos,” Isaac said, plopping potatoes onto his plate.

“Pretty girls don’t usually get tattoos?” Cassian asked, taking a bite of chicken.

“No,” Isaac answered, simply.

“Can we just,” Nesta began, angrily cutting up her chicken, “eat in silence?”

“Family dinners aren’t meant to be silent,” Isaac said, shaking his head. “Besides, your friend there has a big mouth. I doubt he knows how to be silent..”

Cassian only grinned.

“That’s true,” Nesta muttered.

“So,” Feyre began. “How long are you in town for, dad?”

“Not long,” he said. “A month or two, maybe. It all depends.”

Rhys muttered something about leaving as soon as possible under his breath and Feyre stepped on his foot under the table.

Asher began to fuss and before Azriel could put his fork down to do anything, Elain was handing him his bottle. “Here, buddy. You can handle that while we eat, right?” He grinned up at her, chewing on the nipple of the bottle as he cooed.

Azriel couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he watched her lovingly gaze at his son.

“So, Azriel,” Isaac began. Az glanced up at him, honestly surprised he knew his name. “I can only assume his mother isn’t in the picture.”

Azriel took a swig of his beer and said, “No, sir, she isn’t.”

“Might I ask why?” He asked.

The table grew uncomfortably quiet, but Azriel just nodded, slowly. “We just...didn’t fit together.”

Isaac watched Azriel for a moment as the rest of the table picked at their food. “How long were you with his mother?”

Azriel cleared his throat. “Um, not...long.”

“Ah,” Isaac began, stabbing a piece of chicken with his fork. “So, you knocked up some random, poor girl then?”

“Dad,” Elain snapped.

“No, it’s fine,” Azriel said, quietly, although his hands were clenched into fists on his lap. “Yes, I made a mistake, and she got pregnant. I don’t regret it or find shame in it, though. Asher’s the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“Hmmm.” Isaac’s eyes narrowed. “I assume you don’t get to spend a lot of time with him.”

It wasn’t necessarily his words, but the way he had said them.

Elain’s face was in her hands.

Azriel’s words were hard as he said, “No, sir, I don’t. But I take advantage of every spare moment I get with him.”

Isaac opened his mouth to say something else, but Feyre said, “That’s enough, Dad.” He turned to look at his youngest daughter. “We came here to all have a nice family meal, but all you’ve done is...harass our boyfriends and make them feel extremely unwelcome.”

The smug look on Rhysand’s face, his arm draped around Feyre’s shoulders. It infuriated him.

Isaac slowly set down his fork. “I’m just making sure my daughters are well taken care of.”

“Oh, they are,” Cassian said, unable to stop the words as they flowed out of his mouth, unable to stop the sensual tone that went along with it.

Nesta jabbed him in the ribs. “You’re no help.”

“We’re grown women, dad,” Feyre said, ignoring both comments from across the table. “We can take care of ourselves and make our own decisions.”

“Is that so?” Isaac said. “Because last time I was here you were dating Tamlin, who was incredibly successful, if I may add, and you two were planning a future together. Now? You’re dating this…” He gestured to Rhysand, who only lifted a brow. “Bar-owner covered in tattoos who thinks far too highly of himself. Nesta is with that manwhore, and Elain…” He shook his head, looking over at his middle daughter. “A single dad? Tattoo artist? You’re getting tattoos! You, Elain! Is this really the best you can do? What happened to Graysen, huh? Clean-cut, well-educated, making six figures!”

Azriel’s body tensed as the room fell into silence. For a moment, nobody said a word. Then, with shaking hands and in a tone he’d never heard from her, Elain said, “You cannot come into my house and say-.”

Isaac began to cough, cutting off her words, and then it became uncontrollable, that cough. His hand gripped the edge of the table, the other pulling the napkin off his lap and holding it up to his mouth.

“Dad?” Elain breathed, her eyes going wide as the napkin became splattered with blood.

Seconds passed as Isaac tried to calm himself. Everyone was watching him, waiting, all anger and frustration and sarcasm fading away.

“Dad?” Elain repeated, quietly.

Isaac cleared his throat, crumbling the napkin in his hand. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t sure when a good time to tell you all was, but I guess this is it.” He picked up his glass of water and took a sip before continuing, quietly. “I’m sick, girls. And they caught it too late.”

#lovely #snacmc lovely #snacmc #tacmc snelbz collab #elriel #nessian #feysand

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go-redgirl · 3 years ago

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Britney Spears Sobs in Court Describing Dad’s ‘Abuse’

Three weeks ago, Britney Spears delivered an internet-breaking testimony about the horrors she has been forced to endure for the past 13 years under her conservatorship largely controlled by her father, Jamie Spears. Now, the pop star is finally being heard.

Spears was granted permission to hire a lawyer of her own choice on Wednesday afternoon by L.A. County Superior Court Judge Brenda Penny, who had 15 petitions and motions before her at the court hearing.

At one point, Spears suddenly addressed the judge, pleading once more to have her father immediately removed from the conservatorship immediately, saying she was “extremely scared” of him.

“This conservatorship has allowed my dad to ruin my life,” she sobbed, reported NBC. “I’m here to get rid of my dad and charge him with conservatorship abuse.”

Wendy Williams Owes Britney Spears a Major Apology

The monumental development of Spears being able to hire her own attorney comes more than a decade after a previous judge sided with court-appointed attorney Samuel D. Ingham III, who claimed Spears was not of sound mind to hire her own counsel in 2008.

Spears is now being represented by former federal prosecutor turned Hollywood-go-to man Mathew Rosengart. He was spotted outside the courthouse hours before the scheduled hearing.

Judge Penny also granted Ingham’s motion to withdraw from Spears’ case after he was reportedly upset with Spears telling the courtroom that he never informed her that she could have requested to dissolve the conservatorship entirely. Ingham, according to court documents, was allowed to bill Spears’ estimated $60 million estate up to $10,000 per week, raking in an annual salary of $520,000 to represent the star.

Britney Spears’ Conservatorship Lawyer Has a Very Mysterious Past

“I didn’t know I could petition the conservatorship to be ended,” Spears professed in her 23-minute address to the court. “I’m sorry for my ignorance, but I honestly didn’t know that.”

“My attorney says I can’t—it’s not good,” she stated at another point. “I can’t let the public know anything they did to me. He told me I should keep it to myself, really.”

Although the court shuttered its remote audio broadcast program, largely in reaction to audio recordings of Spears’ testimony being shared on social media, many of the #FreeBritney supporters gathered outside Stanley Mosk Courthouse to stand in solidarity with the singer, including, in a bizarre act of political opportunism, embattled Florida congressman Matt Gaetz. “One thing we can all agree on is that Jamie Spears is a dick,” he told the crowd. (Gaetz will soon likely face his own legal battle.)

Rosengart and his high-powered firm being given the OK to represent Spears is the first step in what is expected to be a long and contentious fight to have her conservatorship completely disbanded.

In addition to Ingham stepping down, there have been other major shake-ups following Spears’ June 23 bombshell hearing. Last week, her longtime manager Larry Rudolph resigned, stating it had been more than two years since he last spoke with Spears, who at the time had informed him she wanted to take an “indefinite” hiatus from work.

“Earlier today, I became aware that Britney had been voicing her intention to officially retire,” he said in a statement. “As her manager, I believe it is in Britney’s best interest for me to resign from her team as my professional services are no longer needed.”

Days earlier, Bessemer Trust—the estate-management company tapped to be co-conservator in Spears’ estate—also requested to withdraw from the case. In court papers, the firm cited its decision was a direct result of Spears’ testimony, declaring it had “heard” Spears’ anguish and wanted to “respect her wishes.”

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OPINION: Why is her father handling a ‘grown women’ business affairs. There is no law that says that she have to put up with her father as a grow adult. He needs to keep his hands out of the money cookie jar. In other words, it not his money and when a child turns 18 in our country (i.e. this country) they are legally grown and can choose their own ‘faith’. Daddy or mother cannot control their life. Her Daddy is just trying to control this ‘Grow Women’ affairs. It doesn’t matter if he is the biological farther. The law is she’s grown. If she can make this money its her money and she can control the money.

Send ‘Dad’ stepping and let him stop piggy backing off of his grown daughter hard earn money. Its her money she earned its, not the Daddy.

Kick Daddy to the curve.

Better still just get married to someone for a few yeas and let Daddy find another job.

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sparkleshakes · 3 months ago

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how i stare at the imaginary camera everytime i see someone do stupid shit

#like babe WHAT #real #idk what else to tag #petition to get rid of the word daddy #girlhood #girly girl #donkey shrek #staring at the wall

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hurlumerlu · 4 years ago

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@andresylupin I think my main problem with the french translation of Cas’s confession (though I’m looking at a transcript that may not be accurate) is that it doesn’t feel like Cas ? Like, Cas is generally a man of simple words and simple phrases. Even when he does “poetic and meditative”, he doesn’t really do “lyric”. So I really don’t like “les affres de l’enfer” and “que je n’aurai jamais connu”. Not a fan of “au nom de l’amour” either, when “par amour” and/or “avec amour” would have done the job just as well. I mean, not taking lip-synching into consideration, I would have prefered “tu as élevé ton petit frère avec amour. c’est par amour que tu te bats pour ce monde” (which... clunky but i only gave it a five minutes thought and we are NOT keeping “les tarés de ce monde” lol)

also “pourquoi j’ai l’impression que ça ressemble à un adieu” is a very awkward turn of phrase when “pourquoi j’ai l’impression que tu (me) fais tes adieu” was right there (to stay close to the original. there are several sentences coming to my mind that i would like better but i’d be taking a lot of liberties)

and I agree i’m not super fan of “compassionel” either... but you’d probably have to change the whole sentence to get rid of that one ! go for nouns instead, maybe ?

“le bras armé de ton père” fucks, though (but lacks the demeaning quality of “daddy’s blunt instrument” which i would have tried to keep. for reasons.)

anyway maybe Cas has always been more lyrical in french in which case, fair enough, forget i said anything.

(except for “les tarés de ce monde”, this one’s got to go)

#voilà. thoughts ?#supernatural

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rwbyremnants · 4 years ago

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WARNINGS: teacher/student roleplay, nipple play, paddling, safeword usage, footjob, stocking fetish, vibrator, hot wax, trampling, foot worship (a LOT).

=Chapter 8

Only once they were alone again did Ruby poke her head out from under the desk, leaning her chin on Winter's leg. She didn't want to make any snide comments or jokes yet; just looked up at her, grinning rather mysteriously while she quite obviously had a few speckles of her fluid on her face.

Winter's look down at Ruby was full of conflicted feelings. However, all she said by way of response was, "Did… you know the headmaster was my father, Miss Rose?"

Giggling, Ruby wiped the small amount of fluid off her chin. She couldn't help herself! That was by far the most risky thing she had ever done. "Nah, not until you called him ‘Daddy’." She had to play along again, but that didn't stop the grin. "But I hope he didn't notice."

She pressed her hand to her mouth, staring off at the door. A few seconds went by as she allowed herself a few breaths. Then she whispered, "I can't believe I just came in front of my father. I… I came hard, too. It was so good; as good as I've ever had. How… what should I… is this okay? Am I a terrible person?"

That was a pertinent question. But at the end of the day, if Winter was bad for enjoying such a sensation in plain sight of another, Ruby was just as bad - if not worse for giving it. Simply tilting her head against Winter's thighs, she smiled up at her, dancing around the subject. "How is enjoying yourself making you bad? It's a good thing. Like, you had fun."

"It was. But I… he was right there! Two feet away, talking to me! It's not as if I wanted him to find out; I don't know if I could go on living if he did. But… having him in here…" Her face was now far redder than Ruby had ever seen it before, and she looked as if she might start crying. "At first, I hated feeling that way in front of him, but when it kept happening… it was too much of a thrill. All those scenes I've done, all those humiliating positions, the severe kink play, and I've never been hotter or wetter than…"

"It was… really that good?" Ruby raised her eyebrow. It was flattering enough for her to be told that her Dom had came that hard, but for her to admit it was one of the best times she had ever had? It was more than enough to bring the redness back to her cheeks again.

Though upon finally noticing that Winter was truly distressed about this, that it might not be merely part of the scene, she tilted her head again, asking out of character, "Umm, are you okay?"

"And he liked your drawing of me. I think a little too much." It seemed Winter had scarcely heard Ruby, staring into nothing as she tried to process what had just happened. "Looking at it while your mouth was on my cunt… I would never have imagined any of this. Did… you like hearing me try to hold it together?"

Shrugging her shoulders again nervously, she finally made an effort to crawl out from beneath the desk. Dusting off her knees, she looked back up at her with a slightly more nervous smile. "I gotta admit… It was really hot. Just hearing how cool you were, despite what was going on. Was really, like, exciting?"

"Despite that you were fucking me in front of my father," Winter accused. Though her tone wasn't quite accusatory; it was somewhere between there and sheer disbelief. "Well, I guess this is my life now. Miss Rose, eating me out and fucking me while Dad tries to open the Facebook app."

Lightly biting her lip, the description enough was getting her warm down below. She could feel herself being more ready than ever for whatever Winter had in store. So much to the point she wanted to beg her for it. But she had a more sneaky way of doing that.

"Was that bad, Miss Schnee? Do I… deserve another detention?"

"Yes. Yes, you do, at the very least." Taking a deep breath, she set aside her more complex feelings as she looked over at Ruby, her face set. "I expected better from you, Little Rose. And now… I'm going to punish you. So much that you never forget it."

Though her character swallowed, and appeared more nervous than ever, Ruby herself was hopelessly excited. She had to clench her fists and bite her lip again to stop her yelling out something needy – especially when Winter's hands jerked the necktie up just enough so that it slid over the shirt collar, then pulled her jacket down so that it covered Ruby's forearms and hands. Leaving it there, she then began to unbutton her shirt efficiently, needily.

"You're so well-behaved now," she commented as she jerked the two sides of the garment open, revealing Ruby's simple little white bra and her stomach. "No one would ever believe that you had just done what you did to your favourite teacher."

Inwardly, Ruby was screaming with glee. She had been looking forward to this all day, from the instant she put on the uniform! And now that it was coming off, she forced herself to be, as Winter said, on her best behaviour. That started with her backing up against the wall when Winter pushed her there, letting the shirt and jacket drop from her arms and exposing her fully.

"But didn't you enjoy it, Miss Schnee?" She remembered just how much her Dom liked to be teased while they were in play. So she fought back with words. "I think you did. You loved feeling me take you, right there in front of 'Daddy Dearest'!"

Winter hesitated, eyes flicking toward the door and back to Ruby again. Her cheeks had never quite gone back to their normal hue, and they certainly didn't look like they were going to now. Slightly side-stepping Ruby's accusation, she said, "Y-you… really did a number on me, it's true." She reached around behind her to unhook her bra, hoping it would distract the girl from noticing she hadn't truly answered.

Suddenly gasping in shock, Ruby by instinct covered up her chest. It seemed like something her character would do, given the situation. But that didn't stop her taunting yet. "You really loved it. You've wanted me to do something to you all this time, haven't you?! That's… why you gave me this detention, isn't it?!"

"You think I gave you detention so you could pleasure me in front of my father?!" Her expression was outraged, but still aroused and full of the shame that had become such a permanent fixture since Ruby first began teasing her under the desk. "I thought you liked me, and yet you think me capable of… of wanting something like that to happen?!"

"I meant to pleasure you in general!" she reaffirmed, still trying to cover herself as best she could; not that she wanted to at all. She was still thinking of all the things Winter could get up to. "You… you wanted me and you to have a thing! You've had the same feelings as me all this time, right?!"

"I…" Her hands drifted behind Ruby, sliding under the hem of her now-untucked shirt to lightly tease the skin on her back. That’s right; they were still in a scene. She tried to master herself as best she could. "Wanting something doesn't mean you can just… take it. That's called 'stealing', isn't it?"

"But you knew I wanted it, didn't you? You suspected I did! So you found a way to give me detention, so you could get me alone." Forced forward by Winter's hands, Ruby's hands were raised. She wanted to return the favour and tear Winter's shirt from her, join in a passionate embrace rather than their simple session. But for now she kept them apart, reinforcing her role as the slightly scared student.

Winter's lips drifted down, grazed so close to Ruby's that they were in such danger of touching… and then retreated. "N-no." Her voice took on such vulnerability that it was almost heartbreaking. "Miss Rose, I would see you looking, but I… just thought you were paying attention in class. I didn't dare think you could return my feelings. Not me, an old woman, and your teacher!"

"Then…" Finally, she held onto her shoulders, using it to keep her body close to her, just like she needed. Placing one hand on her cheeks she stared up at the orbs of blue, swallowing again to calm herself down. "You clearly underrate yourself, Miss Schnee."

Their lips met then, Winter no longer able to restrain herself. She let out a pained whine in the back of her throat, to show Ruby that she was still playing the role of a distressed teacher who was losing a battle with willpower. Right away Ruby kissed back deeply. She opened her mouth against Winter's, allowing her tongue to enter her mouth, sliding against hers as they intimately embraced. At long last, she allowed herself the privilege of moving her hands to her shirt, eagerly tugging at it to undo the buttons and rid her of it entirely. The sooner she could get more Winter, the better, for both the student and Ruby herself.

"Miss Rose…" Another kiss before she could continue speaking, feeling small patches of air caress her skin as her linen blouse was opened. "You're s-so bold… I would almost wonder how many of the other teachers here have… had the pleasure."

"Zero. J-just you." She ran her hands down her arms, pushing the shirt downward and off her. Straight after, she embraced her, stroking her hands up and down her back as she tried to reach for her bra strap. Even if she was fumbling, it was enough to mask that as a desperate attempt to get close. "There's only been you, Miss Schnee. No one else can compare."

"Why? I still don't understand…" Gulping, she took a few breaths with closed eyes, relaxing into Ruby's caresses, even just her arms around her. "I know what I see in you; petite and perfect, clever, studious. And talented." A fresh flash of shame passed over her face. "In too many ways."

"And you…" She pressed a kiss against her lips again, finally finding the strap as she pulled it in to release the clasps, releasing it to let it drop with the shirt. "You always see the best in everyone, even when they get on your nerves. You're fantastic, always fantastic."

Far too late, Winter raised her arms to cover her chest. "Y-you shouldn't look… I know it's stupid, you've already t-tasted me…"

"It is stupid," she agreed, grasping her teacher’s hands. She didn't pull just yet, merely looked up at her questioningly. "It's okay, I know you’ll be beautiful. A work of art."

"Well…" Lowering her arms, she thrust her chest upward, almost daring Ruby to admire her body. Or to hate it.

But her student only giggled. She had seen it before, but that didn't make it any less amazing when she saw it again. Smiling in delight, she allowed her hands to drift forward again, delicately caressing one of them. Winter had always had a rather impressive bust, much more compared to her idol; plenty for Ruby to get her hands on.

"There; like I said, beautiful."

Winter absolutely melted into the touch, throwing her head back and letting Ruby explore her. They might not have actually done that before; most times, Winter was decked out in an outfit that prevented pure sensation, or else hidden under blankets. For a moment, she was willing to let the younger girl have her way with her body.

"Absolutely beautiful… Seriously." That last word seemed more Ruby than the role she was playing. Growing ever curious, she ran her thumbs over the delicate peaks of her chest, rotating around slowly to watch for her reaction. Her skin was always so soft, and this was no different, as she expected. How many people were allowed this privilege? she wondered; especially when she favoured outfits so much.

"Thank you," Winter whispered. The thumbs on her peaks made her shiver… and she shook her head slightly. How had she let Ruby cloud her mind this easily? That would have to change. They had a scene to play out, after all. "Now then, Miss Rose," she breathed shakily, knowing that too sudden of a change would be as bad as letting her continue. "I asked why you started thinking about me this way… but I didn't ask what you wanted me to do to you."

Swallowing, Ruby's hands remained perfectly still. Looked like she was no longer playing the more dominant role over her teacher anymore; back to their more typical play. Looking up to her eyes, she could already feel herself heating up at the thoughts of what she wanted.

"I…" she began, having to swallow again. "I want whatever you throw at me, Ma’am."

"Come on," she muttered, an indulgent, secret little smile playing across her lips as she gently stroked Ruby's back. "I already told you that whatever happens in this room tonight is a secret. You had to have fantasized once or twice. Tell me."

Looking her up and down a moment, she bit her lip again, imagining the possibilities. There were quite a few fantasies Ruby had about the teacher in question back in the day, mainly involving that very accident with the candle. Now Winter knew that, it seemed no waste to repeat it.

"When you knocked the candle onto me, um… I really liked that. And I mean really liked it."

"Oh?" At first, Winter didn't look phased, but then she drew back with her eyebrows knitted. "Ohhh. So you meant… oh. I didn't think about that, not at the time." With a little shrug, she adjusted the necktie still hanging loosely around Ruby's neck before reaching down to remove her skirt instead, doing it painstakingly slow. "What else? Suggestion box is open."

"U-um…" Taking the small steps out of the skirt once it was pushed out of the way, Ruby looked down again toward the remains of what she was wearing. The tights. That was all; she had made sure to leave undies off due to her and Winter having their session. It made things easier that way. And a tad more scandalous with her next request: "Well… I don't mind if when you finally go in for the kill, uh, you make it as rough as possible." She parted her legs a little, mainly to show off the tights. "Even if there's a little… destruction."

Taking her meaning, Winter winked. "I think we can manage that. I was right; you do want to be punished." Then she tapped at her chin. "You know, we used to have… corporal punishment here at this school, Miss Rose. But they decided it was too clandestine." Pulling at her necktie, she drew Ruby close enough so that their eyelashes touched before whispering, "Would you like to bring it back? Just for tonight?"

Taking a few deep breaths, she looked back toward Winter with an ever growing eager smile. That was the more dominating role she was used to from her Dom. Confident, eager to please. She could only feel her smile turning into a grin at that proposition. And then… another idea came to her. One that involved something in particular left in her case. Something Winter had planted from the beginning but seemed to have forgotten about.

"Perhaps that… and something involving my 'neck massager,' Miss Schnee?"

"Ohhh, yes. You naughty girl." And then, with no forewarning, she reached down to cup Ruby's warm sex - feeling it already drenched. "Tell me… have you ever used that in my class before? Maybe during one of the movies we watched?"

It was a mixture of a sigh and a moan that sounded from her student as her sex was touched directly. She had never been that bold in school; in fact, she never owned a sex toy even to this date! But it was there for her character, so she had to make up a story. "Sometimes, if I know it's a really long lesson or if we’re watching a movie. Like, it gets me going and keeps me awake…"

The finger picked up speed as Winter growled into her ear, "Right there, in front of me? In front of all your fellow students? What if they had heard you? Smelled your heat?"

The next sound was clearly a moan. She was growing far more needy, it wouldn't be long at all until she would practically beg Winter to begin. "Didn't you wonder why I sat at the back?" she teased.

"Dirty little girl, Miss Rose. You've done terrible things in my classroom. I really will need to punish you." Then she let out a quiet gasp that was followed by a smile. "And I have just thought of something."

Tugging her by the necktie, Winter began to lead her over to one of the filing cabinets. Following without another word, Ruby followed. Ironically, as though she were a dog being tugged on her lead, even without that type of play currently. She grinned eagerly as she stood in front of the cabinet as commanded, waiting for what her teacher had planned next.

"Assume the position," Winter told her as she drew something not from inside of it, but behind the metal mass. A long wooden board, four or five inches wide, with a crosshatch pattern burned into its centre. One end had been whittled down and sanded to form a comfortable handle. It had even been stained and lacquered so that it was a beautiful chestnut brown. For an instrument of pain, it was fairly elegant.

"Oh…" This was going to be both terrifying and exciting. Ruby had never really imagined she might enjoy being paddled; but with her teacher dressed like that, how exactly could she resist? Trying her best to guess what position Winter wanted, she leant forward, making sure her petite rear was in clear view for her, and rested her hands on one of the cabinet’s handles.

A low hum of approval sounded from Winter as she paced behind Ruby. "You know, I expected you to lean over the desk. Interesting. Not bad, but interesting." Then she began to caress the round, fleshy backside with the cool wood. "Are you prepared for this?"

"Hmmhhh…" How could one truly be prepared for oncoming pain? Especially when the worst she had before was just a little candle wax. Bracing herself as best she could, she gave a nod. "As ready as ever, Ma’am."

"Very well." Then, drawing the paddle back and taking deliberate aim, she let it swing down with a loud SMACK!

Right away Ruby was forced forward by the impact, letting out a shrill yelp from the sudden pain Winter inflicted. But it was more than enough to send tingles through her body, to set her nerves on edge; she was so ready for more.

"One," Winter told her in a cold tone of voice. Then she reared back for another one, admiring the very slight redness on her target before she brought it down again. Another yelp, another flinch forward again. This time however when she braced, she made sure to bite her lip, so she didn't yell too loudly for the third round. The last thing they needed was for someone to come in and hear her.

"Two. You're really loving this, aren't you? Must have known you needed it." Another swat, just the tiniest hair harder. "Deserved it after what you've been doing in my classes."

"MFF!" she groaned again with her lips sealed. The more she struck in the same spot, the more tingles it sent through her body. And though it was a remarkable sensation, it was beginning to test her tolerance. Especially when the paddle was so large! To hold herself together, she didn't speak; only nodded gently in agreement.

Winter took a moment to reach forward and grasp one of the cheeks, twisting it slightly. "Yeah, that's right. Little whore, getting herself off in front of the entire class. Just hoping someone would turn around and see her, hear her. Hoping I would see how dirty she is."

Growling under her breath, Ruby couldn't help but push her backside out further toward her, trying to give more to Winter, to prove she needed her more; whether that came by a paddle or not. She needed her to stop teasing. Of course, Ms. Schnee took that the other way. That she wanted more punishment. So she released her and drew back once more, delivering a sharp blow to her behind.

"How many times did you come for me, huh?"

"NNNN!" She groaned once more, grasping the handle of the cabinet even tighter. With the same spot being hit repeatedly, she was beginning to feel more pain than ever, bordering on the edge of what she could handle. She still wasn't giving an answer yet, not until she knew she couldn’t take another blow.

"You don't care who's watching, do you?" Winter's voice was becoming sharper, colder. "Classmates. Headmasters. The President himself - you don't… care!" The last word was punctuated by the hardest swing yet, right into Ruby's sensitive backside.

This time the pain was white hot, and she knew she couldn't handle anymore. Shuddering in pain, she shakily announced, "Strawberries!"

This time, however, Winter didn't do as she normally did. There was no question if Ruby was alright, no gentle hands. Just the sound of the paddle being laid down upon the desk. Panting heavily, Ruby's grip was finally beginning to loosen from the handle, her body beginning to relax now that it was no longer being tortured by the wooden paddle. Slowly she turned around to try and get Winter's reaction, unclear as it was.

The elder woman was crouched over the back of her chair, hands clutching at the top of it. Breathing heavily. After a moment, she glanced over to notice Ruby watching her and asked in a very mild voice, "Are you ready to continue?"

Taking a moment longer to regain her breath, Ruby eventually nodded. She released the handle to stand back upright, wincing when she placed her hand upon her backside to test how bad the tingling was. "Nnn… J-just don't make me sit down for a while."

"How about laying down? That was my next… step." Winter definitely seemed to be a little distracted, and still didn't turn to look at Ruby fully.

Which she seemed to notice. She didn't know why, or how to bring it up, but she noticed a huge difference in her behaviour all of a sudden. Was she mad that she had used the safeword again? Too scared to ask, she simply nodded, moving on quickly. "Where?"

"I'll direct you." Clearing her throat, she picked up the paddle again. "Say the words."

"Wh-" Looking at the paddle again, Ruby couldn't help but suddenly flinch; trying once more to cover her backside to protect it. "You… what, more? I don’t think I can!"

"What?" Finally looking over at her properly, Winter rolled her eyes, favouring her with a smile. It wasn't quite as energetic or warm as would be usual when cast in Ruby's direction, but there all the same. "No, I meant to resume play. I was holding this when we stopped, that's all."

"OH! Oh I… Right, sorry." Straight away she relaxed again, letting her hands drop to her side rather than at her rear. Taking a couple of breaths again to prepare herself, she finally nodded again. "Resume play."

Immediately, the paddle came up to push under Ruby's chin, as if she were inspecting her face. "Hmm… I think I took some of that boldness out of you with that. Good." Then she pinched her cheeks with her free hand as she laid the paddle up against the wall, pulling her closer. "But I believe there were a few other things you wanted to try, weren't there?"

With her cheek in her teacher's grip, she could quite obviously feel Ruby begin to smile eagerly. She knew that Winter would soon do things that would make her forget all about the pain to her backside. She gave a small nod.

"Yes… alright." Although, despite Ruby's worry about the abuse her rear had taken, Winter reached down and swatted her upper thigh lightly - just enough to jiggle her ass cheeks without hitting them directly. "Up on my desk, flat on your back."

"Eep!" Although she lightly yelped, she did as told. Right away she hopped onto the desk, instantly wincing when she had to sit on it for a moment until she laid down, taking the weight off the abused flesh. By instinct, she was beginning to cover her chest again, looking over to Winter.

A hand drifted up and caressed Ruby's soft face, a benevolent smile cast down at her from Winter's flawless face. She whispered, "I believe you ordered something." Then she reached past her to pick up…

The candelabra. That was exactly what Ruby had been wanting all this time, to test this strange new desire of hers to the full in a safe situation. Already she could feel herself grinning again, she couldn't help herself! But of course, Winter was nothing if not professional. Instead of tipping the entire thing right away, she reached down with her other index finger, caressing it down along the plane of her stomach.

"What is it about hot wax?" she mused as she watched the muscles clench involuntarily. "Everyone seems to agree it's fairly safe… stimulating. Alluring, even."

Already, there was gentle twitching. And already, she was getting wetter by the minute at the possibility. It was just as her Dom said: alluring. There was just something about the sensation that wasn't painful, but was rather comforting, even. Familiar, gentle agony.

Taking one of the tapers from the candelabra, Winter slowly carried it until it was suspended above Ruby's body, not having dripped just yet from her careful movements. "I hope you're ready for this to happen. For this delicious pain." Taking aim, she tipped until a single drip of wax fell, landing an inch above her navel.

"Oooohh!" At first, there was intense warmth on her stomach, but within an instant it disappeared as the wax hardened, clinging to her skin. All that tiny amount did was make her crave more of it, shown by a needy moan.

Reaching up, Winter brushed the necktie so that it fell back over one of her shoulders. "Does Miss Rose like that?" she breathed in a sultry voice. Seemed she was slipping back a bit more into her teacher role. Whatever she had become during the paddling had been… something else. "Does she want more?"

Slowly nodding, Ruby knew she could wait it out, see how things went with Winter before she asked about the attitude change properly. If it truly was a case that she didn't want to keep hurting her, she wouldn't be there with the candles anymore.

"Then she has to do something for me." Winter's eyes raked up and down the length of her student, as if trying to think of something to ask of Ruby. "Hmm… what could Miss Rose do for Miss Schnee?"

"Something for you… Hmm." But then she remembered: Winter had an affinity for a part of her body, one that she had just discussed with Penny a few hours ago. So she flicked her heels against each other, managing to hook off her shoes one by one. Once they were free, she allowed her feet to hang over the desk, and wriggled them in glee.

Winter's eyes were drawn immediately to the shoeless feet. A suspicion was brewing behind her eyes as she glanced back at Ruby's passively pleased expression, then at the stockings again. After considering for a moment, she decided to turn back to her with a wry smile.

"So… why would Miss Rose think her teacher would be pleased by that? It's a very… unusual thing to try."

"Well, Miss Rose… knows her teacher very well." And in a more bold move, she crossed her legs, looking up toward her confidently as it meant that one of her feet was facing in her general direction. Enough, she hoped, to keep her attention on them. Smugly smirking, she added, "Or I'm good at guessing…"

Eyeing them for a moment longer, she whispered, "You… do seem to know how best to drive me crazy." Licking her lips, she shut her eyes for a moment before turning back to Ruby. "Very good. My good little Rose has earned a reward."

So she tilted the candle again. This time, two or three hot droplets landed on various parts of Ruby's stomach - one on her hip, actually.

"A-Aaah! Oh… yeah!" She couldn't help but moan out in pure delight, which forced a reaction Winter would no doubt enjoy when she curled her toes in sheer delight when yet more hot wax had clung to her skin. The pain was temporary, but the lasting warm sensation remained. And that kept her going.

Indeed, Winter's eyes kept flicking between the canvas on which she was painting her wax, and the ends of Ruby's legs where an interpretive dance was playing out purely for her benefit. Blinking a few times, she focused on Ruby's face for a moment.

"You're really getting off on this, aren't you? Fascinating…"

"I can't help it," she admitted, looking down at the speckles of wax that had dried on her. If only she could keep that evidence there forever. "When it's you, Miss Schnee, how can I?"

Spotting the way Ruby was staring at the speckles affectionately, Winter formed an idea in the back of her mind. But she decided to hold off. Instead, she merely smiled cunningly and said, "Then I hope to provide you with more. First, however, you must show your gratitude." Almost as if worried, she added, "In whatever way you choose, of course. Whatever you wish."

Looking to between Winter's legs a moment, she debated on just what to do. How did this affect her, exactly? Deciding to test it out, she edged herself forward slightly so she could aim to bring her foot upward, and toward the middle of Winter's thighs. That action earned her a few blinks from the Dom, and then a mildly flustered chuckle.

"Alright, alright - now you have me quite curious. What are you going to do down there?"

"I know you like them." That was a little out of character again as she tried to speak directly to Winter rather than 'her teacher'. Once more she attempted to move herself forward, and touched at her thighs with her feet again. "I wanna see how much…"

"W-who says I like them?" But Winter was definitely preoccupied by what was going on by her thighs, the light sensation caused by the thin material stretched over Ruby's feet. Her cheeks, which had just gone back to normal, were starting to redden again. Even while trying to deny it, it seemed Winter was proving Ruby right.

"I figured it out," she taunted again. Seeing as Winter didn't actively shove her away or show her distaste for it in other ways, Ruby continued, delicately stroking up and down between her thighs. With each pass, she went further until she was pushing up her skirt. It was quite clear she was aiming for Winter's centre.

And Winter was allowing it. Seemed she had run out of reasons to protest. After a few more seconds, she set the candelabra down, afraid she would drop it and start a fire.

Bingo. She does like this. It couldn't be confirmed any more than that! And so Ruby made the most of it. As best she could from the awkward position, flinching from the lingering heat in her seat, she moved her foot straight to Winter's crotch. She could already feel slick wetness through the thin layer of the tights as she teased her, wriggling her toes as much as she could. With a mischievous smirk, she listened for a reaction.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, Ruby…" That was what she got for listening. Winter was bracing against the edge of the desk as she swayed, lost in dark pleasure. A moment later, she cleared her throat and said in a shaky voice, "I m-mean, Miss Rose… where did you learn such… unusual tactics to please a woman?"

It was purely guesswork. She never knew a person could please someone with such a method before, but Winter had proved otherwise. Continuing to apply pressure there as she aimed a little further into the folds, she continued to smirk darkly from how great a reaction it was making, even through her tights.

"This is really good then, Miss Schnee?"

"I…" Gulping, she swooned slightly, hips squirming from side to side as if unconsciously trying to get away from the taunting little toes, even though she wasn't doing much about it otherwise. "Y-you seem to be finding all s-sorts of kinks of mine tonight." Licking her lips, she then added in an undertone, "And… yes, it's good."

The smirk turned into a grin instead. "Looks like I'm learning well! You’re such a good teacher!" However, as she felt the moisture continuing to build up on her tights, she managed to adjust herself to look properly, with only minimal pain to her rear end. If she was getting this much pleasure with those on, what would it be like without them?

"Would you prefer me to remove my tights, Ma’am?"

Winter was shivering, her mouth hanging open as her cheeks remained full of rouge. Blinking up at her through her eyelashes, she whispered, "Aren't… I supposed to be treating you, Miss Rose? Why are you so eager to… to pleasure me, and not let me pleasure you?"

Her sub did want to be pleasured. She did want Winter to continue to drop wax over her body, continue the sweet sensation of light pain that came with it. But she enjoyed this far more. It was becoming more apparent in her that she enjoyed the giving part more than the receiving. She always had, even with Penny. And the more she thought about it, the more she knew it was related to her personal feelings about Winter. They really were getting stronger after all. Finally with that in mind, her foot backed away as she nervously swallowed.

"Sorry… I'm forgetting that, aren't I?"

"Can… we come back to that?" Winter's index finger alighted on Ruby's big toe for just an instant, then she smiled slightly as she pulled it away. "Wet…" Clearing her throat, she smiled down at Ruby. "So you figured out one of my secrets yet again. I'll take you up on that, if you really don't mind – but after I see that Miss Rose has enjoyed a little more… fruit of the candle."

Biting her lip to try and keep her grin at bay, the ‘student’ nodded. That was definitely something they could come back to, given how much Winter was enjoying even the brief taster! But she was right in one regard: this was now her time. She had already enjoyed one orgasm of her own, it was time for Winter to get even. Picking up the candelabra again, Winter hovered it over Ruby. The entire thing.

"Hmm… I'm starting to think we should raise the stakes…" With a slow smile, she then asked, "Where did we leave your 'eraser'?"

Then Ruby's attempts at holding back her grin were gone. She released her lips to do just that, already eager for what was to come. Looking over to the pencil case again, she pointed to it. "Just in there, I tucked it behind my pens."

"Good. I'll be right back." Before she walked to the desk, she shook the candelabra just enough so that a single drip of wax fell to the top of Ruby's breast; then she was off, retrieving the pencil case.

It was enough to coax a moan from her. Right above her breast peak, she felt the sudden heat hit for a moment, until it cooled down more or less right away. Yet more dried wax to add to her small collection. Even if it was strange, it made Ruby feel important to Winter, as though she was owned. Winter was leaving her marks all over her.

"Now… my hands are going to be far too busy to keep this on you. Which means you're going to have to do it yourself, Miss Rose." Her smile was dark as she paced around the desk, holding the tiny vibrator. "You've proven yourself a very studious young lady. Now, you're going to keep proving it to me when you don't stop driving your little pussy wild for me. Not even for a second. Can you do that?"

"Oh gosh…" she whispered to herself. That sounded so exciting already! Simply the idea that she couldn't stop until Winter asked- no, demanded her to; that could take minutes, or even hours depending on Winter's mood. Either way, she knew Winter wouldn't let her be anything other than driven completely insane. Taking it from her, she turned the top to activate the buzzing sound once more. Looking up at Winter, she continued to grin as she nodded.

With a satisfied smirk, Winter held the candles higher for emphasis as she said, "Then what are you waiting for? Let me hear you moan."

And straight away, she got to work. Just as Winter asked, she pressed the small device up against her tights firmly. The result was almost instant; her toes curled and knees bent when she moaned loudly. The fact she no longer had to worry about her volume came as a welcome relief; she could call out into the air without any stress – a luxury Winter wasn't allowed when it was her turn.

"There…" Pacing all the way around the desk, Winter took the time to simply watch Ruby at work, listen to her proof of arousal. Then, once she was in position again, she reached forward and tipped the candles nearly sideways; three drops fell onto Ruby's skin this time, in various spots.

Suddenly the moaning increased in volume. She didn't expect so much of the wax in one go! Most of it landed on her stomach, the rest dripped around her lower breast; all sent tingling sensations all through her body again. And the small bullet wasn't helping at all – not when she rubbed it up and down the length of her folds through her increasingly-useless tights. Already she was starting to squirm back and forth to try and keep herself under control, to no avail.

Meanwhile, Winter was hungrily watching this unfold, the girl’s entire body writhing in response to the wax. Of course, that wasn't the Dom's first experience with it, but it was their first shared experience. Her other hand reached out and ran over some of the cooler flecks of wax, nothing the difference in sensation where she touched.

It all seemed to help while Ruby continued to treat herself. The more she rubbed and circled her clit, the more she could already feel her heat building and hear her own heart pounding. A phenomenal sensation that was only going to get better as she felt her release getting close. But she knew how much Winter would want to see her go above and beyond. Her only hope was that she could last that long.

However, it also seemed like Winter was determined to spur her on to orgasm much faster than usual. This was evidenced when she drew her hand away and raised the candelabra, shaking it so that all five candles dripped onto Ruby - some of them more than one drip. All over her chest and stomach, and a couple on the arm she was using to hold the vibrating device in place.

She succeeded. Ruby's moans got even louder as she stared at the ceiling. The sensation of both the amount of hot wax splashing and drying against her skin fused with the speedy vibrations below sent her flying into orgasm. Her legs drew in as she quivered, feeling her wetness splash against the material as she came hard. Far harder than she could ever remember doing in her life!

A satisfied groan of triumph issued from deep in Winter's throat as she watched Ruby writhe, as she particularly paid attention to certain parts of her flexing and twisting. But once she had finished, she leaned in and whispered in her ear, "My little Rose really liked that. How long has it been since you got off in my classroom?"

However, she wasn't finished yet. She knew that Winter needed to give the command before she could, and had to continue pressing the small device against her now sopping sex. Both that and the whispering caused a higher-pitched whimper, a sign she was getting overstimulated. But she obediently continued.

Switching hands, Winter trailed her now-free fingers down to Ruby's sex, laying it beside the hand already pressing the toy into herself. "Goodness… soaking wet. You're a squirter, aren't you? Tights are a good way to stop you from squirting." Then she whispered in an even darker voice, "Not that I would want to. I love it."

Yet again, she felt more of the liquid force itself out and against the material with a small squeal. There was no way she would return these to Penny now, not after this much of herself was on them. She had to keep going though. Even when she could feel her poor clit beginning to ache, her body crying for a break, she had to keep it up, breathing heavily to stay on task for her teacher. But there was no energy left to respond in a way other than faint squeals.

The sounds were beginning to let Winter know Ruby was more than finished. Tempted as she was to push her until she broke, or called out the safeword, she slid her hand over Ruby's directly. "That's enough, Miss Rose. You sounded like an A-plus."

Finally she felt Winter pull her hand away. Instantly, her body began to relax, and she rested her feet flat against the surface of the desk as she dropped the vibrator to the side. Taking continuous deep breaths, she stared up blankly at the ceiling as her heartbeat gently dwindled to its normal pace, seeing nothing but stars.

Winter watched her for a moment, observing how weak and distant she seemed. Then she whispered, "Strawberries. Do you need to stop? You can just nod or shake your head."

Right away, she shook her head. In the midst of her panting, she managed to smile after a few breaths, even if she couldn't quite look at her. "No," she spoke breathlessly. "I'm fine to keep going… I-I just need to chill for a second."

"God, you squirted a lot," she whispered while they were still between scenes. Her hand came up to set down the candelabra, then helped Ruby arrange her hair. "I could tell. The wax does it for you that much?"

"Well… I guess it helps it was you doing it…" Straight away, however, she shut her mouth tight. That didn't mean to come out in that way, especially not in the middle of a scene! The last thing she wanted to be doing was pushing her feelings on Winter, especially when she promised herself she wouldn't. Quickly trying to recover, she stuttered, "I-I mean… y-you're experienced! You know how to do it!"

But Winter didn't seem to fully believe her. "Oh? I'm that good? Or… you just prefer my technique?" Kissing her forehead, she whispered, "We should probably start the scene again, I mean… if you still wanted to…" She cast a shy glance down toward Ruby's legs, but didn't elaborate further. "Or we could stop it here. You seemed pretty exhausted by that orgasm."

After a few more breaths, she seemed relieved. It seemed like Winter hadn't noticed, or at least was making out she didn't for her benefit. Either option was good. Once she was calm enough, she looked back to Winter again. She didn't even explain. "Resume play."

"You're so soaking, Miss Rose," she said almost immediately, having been ready for either option. "How does it feel, being laid out and messy right in front of your favourite teacher?"

Rather than act all too submissive, Ruby’s spare hand reached down toward her sex, taking in some of the moisture that had trapped itself on her tights. And while she maintained eye contact, she brought her fingers up toward her mouth. A moment later, she let her tongue out her mouth, lapping up what she had collected for herself, exaggerating a moan while she did so.

Winter watched with lustful eyes, still in command but indulging in the little show Ruby was putting on for her. Then she leaned in and gripped a hand in her hair before she whispered, "So very naughty." Without pausing for Ruby to answer, she took her mouth roughly, tasting the essence that was held on her tongue.

"HMM?!" So forceful! She could already feel Winter teasing at her tongue, eager to get to more – either the taste of her sex, or just a general taste of Ruby, or all mixed together as one. She didn't care, she simply wrapped her arms around Winter in response to such harsh grasping and pulled her closer, stroking up and down her back from her position on the desk.

Only when they broke apart for breath did Winter pant, "Delicious." Then she smirked down at her. "Now then… I get the feeling that you really seem to enjoy a little foot-play. Is that what you want next?"

Her sub wasn't prepared to just lie back and take everything anymore. Now she was going to give as much as she got, starting by smirking back at Winter as she brought one of her feet upward again. Purely for Winter's display. "I think it's you that likes the foot play, Ma’am."

Before she could be too distracted, Winter pushed her knee so that the foot went back downward. "Maybe so, but… you acted like you wanted to continue that for me. Do you?"

Raising one of her eyebrows, Ruby held back instead for a moment. "What do you have in mind?"

A grin spread over Winter's flushed face. "Lie flat and you'll find out, my little Rose." And she stayed perfectly still, waiting to see if Ruby would do it. To see how curious she truly was.

Without a single word of argument, Ruby laid flat on her back, shuffling herself fully onto the desk so no part of her was hanging off of it, and waited.

"Excellent. Hold still."

There came a thump-thump from the floor, and then Winter was climbing up onto the desk, using the chair to propel herself upward. All the while, her pale blue eyes remained trained on her sub, piercing through her. Standing above her, and on the desk even, was her Dom. As much she wanted to overpower Winter, or at least put up a fight again… seeing her that high above her did intimidate her.

Glancing upward, Winter reached to catch onto the fluorescent lighting fixture with one hand, the other one held out to one side. Then, with a menacing grin, she placed her shoeless foot between Ruby's breasts… and began to lift her other so that her weight pressed down onto her chest.

"Oh… O-oh…." The more weight was taken, the more difficult it was becoming for Ruby to breathe. She bore the weight of her Dom easily so far, but other than that, she had no option but to lay there and take it. Still laying perfectly still, she was attempting to contemplate her next move, particularly focusing on her exposed, and once again wet, centre.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" Winter asked in a harder voice, though she was still grinning. Once Ruby had taken all of the weight that wasn't being supported by her grip on the light, her other leg slowly drifted forward until the blade of the foot rested against Ruby's throat. The pressure on that was quite a bit lighter, but still just enough to be felt.

"Nnnn… I- it's very… different." And she had to admit, it was. Being stepped on by someone wasn't ever something she had imagined as erotic, but somehow, Winter seemed to make it so. Or at least, maybe that was just how Ruby felt. Everything about Winter was special. So she would have to make sure to do something special for her. Yet again she raised her leg as best she could, and aimed for in between her Dom’s. Even still in tights, it was worth a second try, given how much she was enjoying it.

Winter felt the toes just barely able to poke at the bottom of her thigh, but she only smiled. "Aww, the little Rose wants to show me her thorns."

Leaning slightly forward, she applied more pressure to her windpipe, slowly cutting off her circulation. The effect was almost immediate. Ruby's leg began to lower slightly as she gasped, quickly grasping the foot with both hands simply to keep it that same distance. That she could handle; anything more would cause her severe discomfort.

But Winter only applied more pressure. Still, it was a very controlled increase; the Dom was practiced, and obviously continued to balance mostly on Ruby's chest, using the fixture above her to withhold her full weight from resting on the girl. But now, it would be getting truly difficult for the smaller woman to draw breath.

Sure enough, her next attempt to breathe was a failure. That was it; she had that time while Winter was distracted – and she was still conscious – to continue to shuffle her feet, finally feeling the material begin to move down her legs when her toes snagged just right. And then finally, after a few minutes of toil, she miraculously kicked the tights free. She was now laying below, completely naked, with Winter none the wiser.

To surprise her before she found out, her leg quickly drew up before she could stop it, and a bare foot went straight to caress her centre again.

"O-oh!" Winter gasped, trying to glance behind her. When her balance wavered, she forced herself to become very still, not wanting to accidentally crush Ruby's windpipe. "Y-you… what do you think you're doing back there?" When she noticed Ruby's eyes were half-closing, she took the foot away slightly, using it to cup Ruby's cheek instead. "Well?"

Gasping, she opened her eyes again once breath returned to her lungs, managing to just look down at what she was doing. Now that she could see for sure, she could better adjust herself, shifting to move her foot a little further down so when she wriggled her toes, it would be directly against her clit.

"Pleasing you, Miss Schnee." She licked her lips. "Is it working?"

"It… it is, Miss Rose. You're… apparently very adept in… that area." Her cheeks were reddening again, but she was still maintaining her persona, her control. "But… there's something else I want."

Pressing her toes in further rather teasingly, she smirked from down below, half closing her eyes. "And what’s that, Ma’am?"

This Winter looked a little more guilty. Still Domming her "pupil", and still with that vaguely sadistic personality that went along with that, but it was evident that this request was a little more personal, and she therefore felt regretful even before she spoke again.

But even so, in spite of her guilt, she slid the foot on Ruby's cheek over until her toes were perched on her mouth. Then she whispered, "If… you could…"

When they were once half shut, Ruby's eyes began to open wider again. She wanted Ruby to treat her feet, as well, with her mouth. Was she serious? Never had she entertained such an idea before, but Winter expected her to do it without question. What about germs?

Hey, you had Winter's pussy up against your mouth. You didn't complain about that. Weighing the pros and cons, she decided there were more pros – because her Dom would enjoy it. But the convincing thought was when she reminded herself that she always had the safe word.

That's when she opened her mouth, and took both the big toe and the next inside.

Instantly, whereas she had been putting up such a good fight moments before… Winter was moaning, swaying on top of Ruby's chest as she was both being teased and teasing with toes. Moments like that made her wonder if she was losing her grip on reality. After another few seconds, she panted, "Wait! W-wait, okay, I…" Gulping, she drew the foot away and used the heel to brace next to Ruby's shoulder as she stepped down with the other, standing right next to Ruby's hip now.

Now that her breathing was far easier again, the student smiled again when she took the foot back into her hands. Now that there was less danger of being crushed, she fell back to work. Drawing her close to her mouth again, she at first lavished the sole with a few kisses, even giving the toes a couple, before she returned them back into her mouth, where she lavished them with her tongue. A long, satisfied groan issued through Winter as Ruby worshipped her toes, eyes drifting closed as she continued to brace against the ceiling with one hand. Even if Ruby had never done this before, she seemed to be fast on the uptake. The light pressure and wetness was pleasant and somewhat familiar from her previous sessions, but Ruby's tongue was definitely one of the better she had experienced.

As best she could, she attempted to continue the two stimulating punishments for Winter. It took all her concentration to keep wriggling her toes against Winter's sensitive clit, move against her folds all over to keep her going. If she could get Winter off twice in one night, she would consider it a victory.

And it was working. The twin forms of worship were very obviously driving Winter insane, the as the toes twitched and writhed in Ruby's mouth in reaction from both the tongue and what was happening up against her dripping sex. Her fingers were white-knuckling against the lighting fixture, straining to keep herself upright despite how weak her knees felt from the constant stimulation.

Smirking as best she could with a foot in her mouth, Ruby's lips locked around Winter's biggest toe. Just as if it was a cock, even though she had no experience with those, she began to suck and lap gently, pushing herself up and down the tiny length of it; all while that foot continued to taunt. As best she could in a final move, she tried to move her toes around the clit in particular, focusing on it to try and finish the job. Not much longer from the feel of things!

"Ru- Miss Rose!" Winter scarcely caught herself. Her mouth was hanging open as she panted for air, hips beginning to buck against the infuriating foot within her skirt, as her sub's tongue caressed her toe so tenderly. "Yes! YES, it's s-so good! You… I can't believe you're… MMHHH!!"

Perhaps this would take longer than she thought. Struggling to keep that up, she had to speed things along in another way. To do that, she moved on to the next toe, wrapping her lips around it in the same way. And then another, then another… And while that was continuing, she increased the speed of her teasing with her own toes, increased the pressure.

That was enough. The minute she felt Ruby's tongue threading between and caressing all five of her toes, combined with how diligent she was stimulating her overly-sensitive clit and folds, she couldn't hang on any longer, and came nearly as hard as she did earlier while seated at her desk. Except this time, she was standing. A few droplets of wetness rolled down Ruby's sole as she convulsed and cried out, her own toes curling and freezing up inside Ruby's stuffed mouth.

The curling of her toes caused Ruby's mouth to open slightly, making her giggle slightly more when she eased her foot away slowly from her mouth. There was even more of a grin to herself when she felt Winter's fluid rolling down her foot and then her leg, and she eased it down and back onto the surface of the desk. She looked back up toward her innocently, tilting her head. She had done it; she had brought Winter to climax with flying colours.

"Was that good, Miss Schnee?"

After a few more pants and gasps, she looked down at Ruby. One of her hands was still bracing herself up, but the other one raised and traced fingertips through her bangs, patted down along her own neck. She cleared her throat before trying to answer.

"That was… definitely… extra credit, Miss Rose."

Smiling gratefully, Ruby began to shuffle backward on the desk. The instant she tried to sit upright however, she winced. Her backside still wasn't ready to take too much weight just yet it seemed. "O-ow… I think I needed it, Ma’am. That's going to hurt next lesson…"

"Oh, you'll be fine. All in the name of… learning." Then she slowly crouched down over the nice form of her "student," smiling weakly. "Now, let's just see if I can climb down… you stay put for a moment." Nodding, Ruby laid herself back down again to ease the pressure, maintaining eye contact with her all the while. Winter stepped straight into her heels and shivered.

"Ohhh, that feels so strange with your saliva in there…" But she recovered quickly, turning back to Ruby. "Is your rear end really smarting that much?"

The girl didn't even bother trying to sit up anymore. Instead, to make her way off the desk she rolled to her front, pushing herself backward that way. "Yeah, I think I should have stopped it sooner. Live and learn, I guess."

"Wait." Her hand fell to the back of Ruby's calf to stop her. "May I…? For a moment. Just a moment, if you don't mind."

"Huh?" Only just managing to look around to Winter, she paused for a moment. What more could she possibly play out for their scene?! Curiously however, she nodded. "D-do you want me to roll back over?"

"No, no, you're fine where you are." Her hands began to slide up and down the backs of her thighs, delicately gliding around her hips instead of over her backside. Then she leaned down and pressed her lips to one of the reddened cheeks.

"I'm sorry you're in pain. But I hope you'll use it to remember me fondly."

The soft lips of her Dom were enough to bring a smile to her own lips again. A soothing gesture such as that was more than enough to put her at ease, and she relaxed against the hard surface of the desk. Winter always took such good care of her. "Oh I will, Miss Schnee," she agreed, smiling in her direction. "This has been a lesson I'm never gonna forget."

"Excellent. Now… your teacher wants one last little fringe benefit." Her hands began to slide down Ruby's legs, then wrapped around her ankles, gently raising them upward. "If that's alright with Miss Rose."

Too curious of what Winter would do, she nodded without hesitation. Seconds later, Ruby could feel lips pressing into the ball of her foot, then again in her arch. Tender and affectionate, all too happy to be where they were. Right away Ruby's toes curled. In comparison to the harsh spanking this was a godsend, the perfect way for her to unwind. Quietly humming with joy, she laid still against the desk obediently, letting her Dom do as she wished.

Seemed their scene included aftercare this time.

As her lips made their way to the toes, her fingers began to knead gently into the tender arches. As strong as her desire to enjoy this particular kink seemed to be, Winter was also determined to give back. Worshipping and massaging at the same time wasn't too difficult of a task. Back and forth, Ruby flexed her toes with the tender kisses. And now with the massaging against her sole. She was skilled at this as well it seemed, given from how instantly relaxed she was even after a few seconds. Only just managing to look back, she spoke softly.

"Wi- Ma’am… Why are you so good to me?"

Switching her mouth from one set of toes to the other, Winter whispered in a passionate voice, "Ruby, who wouldn't be good to someone as perfect as you?"

Ruby. Not "Miss Rose".

The once-relaxed expression suddenly seemed to be deep in thought. Unlike her in every way, Winter had slipped out of character. It was usually only something drastic that would cause her to do that, why did it happen now?

Because she likes you, too. The way Winter went above and beyond with every scene's setup, checking every detail. She even took the time to save her from a potentially damaging Dom, something that another might not have done. The more she thought about it, there was only one reasonable explanation.

Holy shiz, she actually does. She actually does like you back!

But for now, she was too scared to say anything. She needed to weigh the pros and cons of whatever her next move would be. Whether she should continue with her plan to keep things strictly a Dom-and-sub arrangement, or do what Penny suggested; tell the truth and hope for the best.

Meanwhile, it really seemed as if Winter hasn't noticed her own slip; she was far too preoccupied with the rare treat her sub was offering. After another few minutes, she hummed and said, "My essence on your toes… it's a really unique flavour…"

Flexing them back and forth one more time, Ruby finally took the steps to get off the desk. While she was undecided, she still wanted to spend time with Winter. And they had time; as far as she knew, Winter's roommate was away all night and tomorrow until the afternoon. As long as she left before then, they could extend their aftercare until the next day.

Once she had returned to her feet again, she smiled, curling her toes against the ground. "Was certainly interesting trying to get you off like that, Ma’am."

"Was it now?" Smiling over at her, the temporary teacher wiped her mouth as she told her, "You took to it like a duck to water. I'm impressed."

Grinning back, she nodded lightly in agreement. It was good to be complimented when she stepped outside her comfort zone, it helped her feel motivated to do more. However, sensing there wouldn't be much left of the scene from now, she asked a question. One that could potentially give the best clue as to how Winter felt.

"So… do you like-like me, Miss Schnee? Or are your feelings… is this still just a fling-thing?"

But Winter was still in a professional state of mind. "Oh, Miss Rose… even if I did find you… perfectly suited to me, nothing can come of it. You're my student; we've already gone too far as it is. Trying to be with you on a more permanent, romantic basis…" Her shrug was resigned.

"…Why?" Ruby didn't accept that answer. Not without hearing the proper reason. She wanted some sort of info she could use, and not just that of her character in this scene. Approaching her to wrap her arms around her, she gently looked into her eyes again. "We're both adults, no one would ever know. Why wouldn't you want to do more?"

"Because… oh, Miss Rose, of course I would." Petting along her naked back, she whispered, "But I can't ask you to throw away your future on an old woman like me. It wouldn't be fair to you. Find another girl your age and…"

"What if I don't want a girl my age?" She couldn’t help but squeeze her closer, looking up as she rested her chin close to her collarbone. Smiling happily at the warmth of her body, she went on, "I don't want boring girls from my class, they're all the same. But you… I don’t care if you’re a teacher; you're a lot of things I could want. I'd love to have the chance to show you."

Gulping, Winter began to run her fingers through Ruby's hair as she leaned closer, eyes half-closed. After a few seconds, she whispered, "You really… want to try a relationship with me? It would be difficult. We would have to hide who we were together, every day at school. Being fired from my job would be the least of my worries if they ever found out."

"I'm pretty good at keeping secrets. But, if the risk is that great… I don’t wanna ruin your life." Her student seemed to think on that for a moment. The very thought of having to leave even had her tightening her arms around her, like she never wanted to let her go; but she didn't want to risk getting her teacher in trouble.

But it got her thinking; what were the risks outside play? Now that she knew Mr Schnee would barely bat an eyelid, there didn't seem to be any. Penny had given her blessing. There was possibly Yang, considering what Winter had done to her before; but that was so long ago and she had forgiven her. When she thought about it, there really was nothing in reality that could stop them.

But she hasn't given Winter a real answer yet. "Then perhaps… one night? Then we can return to normal."

"I thought that's what this was. Unless…" Winter's expression was mildly puzzled when she pulled back, peering down at the shorter woman with something like disbelief. "Do you mean to come home with me, little Rose?"

Right away, Ruby nodded. She finally released her grip again to look at her properly, and instead placed her hands on her hips. "If you'll have me there? It's up to you, Miss Schnee."

Indecision reigned supreme on the Dom's face. "Hmm… it's unwise. And what will your parents say when you never come home tonight, hmm? Do you make a habit of this?"

Ruby could only laugh to herself. "You think I do this with other teachers? No, I'd just tell them I'm at a sleepover with… one of my fellow students."

"And that would be… accepted by them? You're sure?" Petting along Ruby's back absentmindedly, she contemplated the idea. "Well… not sleeping alone might be nice… but why would you want to? We've already enjoyed each other to the fullest here in the classroom. You're not still horny, are you?!"

"Miss Schnee, there's way more I like about you besides just being hot." But on that subject, she finally began to move away from Winter and to the pile of clothes. There was no point in even wearing the tights when they were drenched, so she skipped them.

"Really?" Her eyes followed the "student's" every movement as she began to dress in… most of what she had worn that evening. "Such as…?"

"I thought I told you this earlier?" But she just continued to slide on her skirt, then move onto the shirt and jacket. As she buttoned it up, she went on, "You're caring of your students, even when you don't have to be. You go above and beyond when it comes to teaching… and I know there's a lot for me to learn about you, but I want to. I want to learn about a more romantic Winter Schnee."

But the instant that slipped out, she immediately froze up, inwardly cursing herself. Not like that! Quickly she stammered, "M-miss Schnee."

Winter did blink a few times, and it took her longer than usual to respond. But when she did, what she said was, "V-very well. Just this once, but we can't make a habit of it; the risk to both our futures is simply too great." Her hands raised as she walked over, and she began to adjust the buttons and the necktie, making Ruby a lot closer to how she had looked before arriving that night. Without the tights, of course.

"Y-yes… Yeah, of course." The tightly shut eyes were enough of a clue that Ruby was still beating herself up over that slip of character. How long would it take for the inevitable to happen? For her to slip so much she might confess to Winter before she was ready? That was the recurring question in her head.

But her Dom’s soft touches were enough to calm her down. At the least, she was fairly confident that even if she did realise her crush was real, her Dom would respect those feelings enough to acknowledge them and simply admit she didn't feel the same way without holding it against her. At the very least, no matter what she did, there was still a lasting friendship. That's what mattered more than the "and more" part.

"I can't wait." Winter picked up a briefcase that was on the floor next to the desk, then turned to help Ruby collect her supplies and stow them in her backpack. "Would you fetch me your… eraser?"

That was a point. Where was it? She had let it go when Winter allowed her to, it must have rolled off somewhere. In fact… when Ruby remained quiet a moment, she could still hear its muffled buzzing. Turning around to crouch by the desk, she soon managed to find it beneath. Immediately she turned it off, then handed it to Winter. "Must have rolled under there! Oops."

"Of course," she chuckled as she gave it a little kiss, then tucked it into the pencil case. Once everything was stashed, she handed the bag to Ruby. "Are you ready to go?"

Hauling the bag onto her shoulders she smiled, and nodded once more. "Yeah, Ready."

"Good. Let's go, little Rose."

And with that, Winter led Ruby from the room. The minute they were out in the hallway, she sighed and said, "Aaand, end play. Whew! That was… quite a ride!"

For a moment, she blinked. Her student has assumed their play was going to continue into the night, like the first time they did their Harry Potter scene. But now Winter had other thoughts, she forced a smile. "Y-yeah! That was… Pretty exciting!"

"Thank you for indulging my… well, what you figured out about…" She moved the tip of her high heel from side to side for emphasis. "Wasn't expecting that, but it was a lot of fun."

It was enough to prompt a very real chuckle from her sub. Looking down to her feet, she moved one of her own forward into Winter's vision. "You really liked that, huh? Didn’t expect you to be that into it."

"Sorry." Her cheeks were warming again as she led Ruby toward the living room. "It's… not something I go around advertising. Hopefully you understand why, since it's looked down upon by most people. I'm not even sure when it started; probably after I entered the BDSM scene, since I don't remember caring one bit about feet before then."

"I… guess different kinks appear at different times." Although as soon as they were headed in the direction opposite to her bedroom, she looked in that direction, then toward Winter again, then back. "Wait… I thought I was staying the night?"

"What? Oh, I… assumed that was just part of play. That Miss Rose would be staying the night with Ms. Schnee. You know my roommate will be here tomorrow afternoon." Looking uncomfortable now, she added, "Though I guess I could set an alarm…"

"O-oh… Yeah, right, I forgot." In actuality, she didn't at all. But it seemed a better excuse than divulging exactly why she wanted to stay the night. That she would rather leave for another day. For now, she shrugged her shoulders, quickly trying to change the subject. "No, don't worry! I can get Penny to come get me. It's not too late, s-so…"

"Penny dropped you off? Ah. Well… I could drive you home." Glancing down at her "teacher" uniform, she laughed and added, "Do up a few buttons, and I'll be presentable enough. Is… unless you'd rather I don't."

Sparing a quick peek again at the lovely amount of cleavage Winter displayed, Ruby quite obviously bit her lip, looking back up again.

"Maybe not… just yet."

#Lady Stardust #ruby x winter #rwby smut #rwby fanfiction #rwbyremnants #nsfw-Text

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aniray · 4 years ago

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Where You Least Expect It... Part 5

Part 5 of 5

A touch a smut. But this is the end, so I figure someone deserves sex.

@maryams-things

~*~

She walked out of the birthing room with her baby cradled in her arms. She was eighteen inches long and weighed seven pounds exactly. Her lungs were great based on how loudly she was crying. There were ten finger and ten toes and the sweetest bellybutton. And as she stepped into the private room at the other end of the hall, Grace fell completely in love with her little angel.

Eyes only looking away from her baby long enough to find the door to the private waiting room, Grace let Thomas inside. She couldn't bring herself to look away, but she didn't think it mattered. He stepped up beside her and a jolt of happiness surged through her when he placed his hand on the baby's cap-covered head.

"Isn't she perfect?" she whispered.

"She's beautiful." It was the softest she had ever heard Thomas' voice. There was something so pure and reverent in it. "She's loud," he said, amusement clear in his tone. It was a quality she had missed. Rare even at the best of times, but recently… "Hello, Sweet Girl."

Finally tearing her gaze from the fussy darling in her arms, Grace turned to look at her husband. This was the moment that things between them should click back into place. This was what they had worked so hard for. Tears and shot and fights and million other painful memories from the first time the doctor said their might be a problem. But now they were here. They had a baby. Thomas had his eyes glued to the baby. A small, but real, smile rested on his lips as he looked at the little girl Grace held.

"What should we call her, Thomas? I keep looking at her and the only thing I can think of is Angel," she said biting back a laugh. They'd agreed that no matter how emotional they got or how precious their child looked- if it was a girl they would not name her Angel or Precious or anything or the sort. Grace's heart clenched tight when Thomas's smile ticked higher at the reminder.

He shook his head, moving to gently lift his daughter into his arms. She forgot sometimes that he was more used to babies than she was. He'd been nearly grown when Finn was born. And Ada's son was only two, so he'd had more recent practice. "No. Not Angel." She looked at this small child tucked securely in Thomas' arms. She'd stopped crying- only letting out unhappy whimpers now and then. A Daddy's Girl, then. "I've had Ruby bouncing around in my head for months."

It wasn't what Grace would have chosen. But the name was still lovely. And somehow it suited a child belonging to Thomas. "I was thinking of Isabelle. Such an elegant name. But Ruby… it's beautiful. And she is just as precious, isn't she?" Eyes meeting over the baby's head, Grace made a decision as she looked at Thomas. "I want you to pick. As long as she's ours and she's healthy… You name her."

He only hesitated for the smallest of moments. His eyes left hers and returned to the baby he held. Then, briefly, he looked towards the door. She convinced herself that he was just thinking. She told herself it had nothing to do with the woman she'd left on the other side of the maternity wing. "Evelyn. Ruby Evelyn Shelby." It was beautiful. Strong and refined and just gorgeous. Everything she hoped to raise this child would grow to be. With this man by her side for every moment.

She smiled, wide and free and absolutely full of a joy she thought she might never feel. "Ruby Evelyn Shelby. Perfect." She let her hand rest on Ruby's stomach. She took in the light in Thomas' eyes as he looked at his daughter. They widened in surprise before his smile grew even bigger. And Grace couldn't keep from looking to see what he was seeing- to look at their girl's beautiful face again.

Her smile grew stiff.

The joy dimmed, then faded into nothing.

The baby's eyes were open. Big and round. They were unfocused, but still looking around, taking in what little of the world there was for her to see. But suddenly Grace couldn't quite find the wonder in it. Because there, staring out of the most angelic face she could have imagined, were Lizzie Stark's green eyes.

Grace shook her head to get rid of the memory of that day. The day all of her dreams had come true and shattered at the same time. She turned back to the bag lying open across the bed. Not her and Thomas' bed. No, this was the bed she'd been sleeping in for months- the one she thought she'd never use again after Ruby was born. So many hopes had been pinned on that little girl. And now, none of them would come true.

Not for Grace, at least.

She closed the bag and set it beside the door with the other two. She'd have to make two trips, but it was a knowledge that had no substance. Nothing touched her anymore. Nothing had for two weeks. Not since little Ruby had opened her eyes. Eyes that were the wrong color. With another shake of her head, Grace opened the door and stepped into the hall, pulling her suitcase and carry-on bag behind her. She made her way, quietly, to the stairs. Then on to the front door. Her car was already waiting, the moon reflected through the windshield.

She lifted her bags into the car. Then returned to the house and made the trip again. Her mind forming the words she would write for Thomas. Her legs and hands carrying her remaining things to the car with no intentional thought from her. She quiet closed the trunk of her car. Then she turned to look at the house. She loved that house. She loved the memories she'd made here. Her eyes drifted towards the guest house. Most of them, anyway.

She turned away from the dark silhouette of the guest house and moved back into her home for the past four years. She walked through each room. Her mind tried to memorize every detail that her eyes could see. It wasn't enough- but it would have to be. She stopped in Thomas' study. There would be only one room left after this one. So she took her time. She didn't rush while she pulled a piece of stationary from his desk. Her hand didn't hurry across the page as she wrote out the words she had practiced. Even when a full page was folded and tucked into an envelope with his name written across the face, she stood slowly.

There was no rush now.

She set another, larger envelope beside the smaller one. Then she left the room, closing the door softly behind her. Her feet carried her up the stairs. Some strange reflex or muscle memory had her turning stopping two doors down instead of four. It had only been two weeks, but it had become natural to her- going to the nursery first.

She pushed the door open, and stepped inside. She knew he was in there. She hoped he didn't notice that she wasn't in her night clothes. She hoped he was too busy with Ruby to question her presence, when it had been such a rare thing the last two weeks. But mercifully when she peeked inside, Thomas' eyes were closed. His breathing was deep and even in sleep. A small spear of moonlight cut across him so that his face was in shadow, but the child he held was bathed in the soft glow.

It was a sight Grace had dreamed about. But it was still wrong. It had only taken one moment for her heart to pull away from the girl. It had taken one day for the maternal feelings she'd experienced to wither and fade. One day for the love she had felt for the tiny child resting in Thomas' arms to die. And then it had been two weeks of trying to get it back. Two weeks of trying to ignore the pain she felt when those green eyes looked at her. Two weeks of telling herself again and again that Ruby was hers- her baby to love and raise and live for. But it had been futile in the end. And she had been lost in a haze of grief and anger and pain that she couldn't allow anyone to see, ever since.

Grace stepped back towards the door. Her eyes lighting on Thomas once again. She wished she could tell him she loved him. She wished she could still be sure that she did. She wished his daughter wasn't the reason she had to walk away from him. She stepped back into the hall. Then she froze. Green eyes watched her from the safety of Thomas' arms. A moment passed. Then, taking a deep breath, Grace quietly pulled the door closed. She walked down the stairs and got into her car.

She didn't look back when she reached the edge of the property.

~*~

Four Months Later

Tommy stared down at the folder in front of him.

"And here's is a copy of your finalized divorce. Sorry it had to happen this way. But everything's done now." His lawyer, Vincent, stood from the chair he'd been sitting in. This would be the last visit he made regarding Grace. Hopefully it would be the last visit for a while- he wasn't cheap. Straightening his suit jacket Vincent stuck his hand out across Tommy's desk. Tommy stared at it, unmoving. "Right, well…Have a good evening, Mr. Shelby," he said bringing his hand back to his side.

"Close the door on your way out."

The other man nodded and left. The door closed behind him. Tommy let out a heavy sigh. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. It had been a long four months. It had been a fucking hard four months. He had known things were off with Grace. He hadn't deluded himself into thinking things would really get better after Ruby was born. But he'd thought she'd at least talk to him. Not leave in the fucking dead of night. Not leave a fucking note next, to a petition for divorce, on his desk.

He opened his eyes and sat up. Tried to put Grace from his mind. Tommy glanced to the corner. A smile came to his face when he saw Ruby in her swing. Her eyes were open wide and trained on him. Her little feet kicked in excitement when he stood up and made his way towards her. She wasn't like this with anyone else. The nanny thought she was shy. But Tommy knew better. She was a Shelby and Shelbys didn't trust strangers.

"How's my girl?" Her little fists pumped as he unbuckled her from her swing. He'd never thought the day would come that he had a baby swing- or a baby- in his office and called it normal. But things had turned on their head the minute he laid eyes of his Ruby. Some kind of shift in gravity and the fucking cosmos- that's what it felt like. Picking up his daughter he returned to his desk. "Time for lunch, then?" But a knock at his door came before Ruby could 'answer'. "Come."

The door opened and Ada walked in, Arthur right behind her. His sister went straight for him and plucked Ruby out of his arms. Even Arthur moved to the side of the desk to get a peek at the baby. Arthur wasn't one for kids usually, but he loved being an uncle. Tommy was still getting used to seeing it. He watched his girl smile and squirm happily at the attention. 'Promise me…That she'll be loved and happy and safe.' He took a deep breath. She was still haunting him.

Ada finally turned her attention to Tommy. She placed Ruby back in his arms and left a quick kiss on his head when she straightened up. "Hello, Brother. Glad to see you haven't ruined my little angel, yet." He rolled his eyes, but kept quiet. Ada let out a huff and flounced around the desk to fall into the free chair. Arthur stood behind it, an excited look on his face. "Got news for you, Tom."

He sat up straighter. He hadn't let himself get his hopes up. He'd kept his expectations low. But that didn't stop his heart from picking up a bit. "We found her, Brother." Arthur's gruff voice was almost soft when he said it. And for a moment that was all Tommy let himself focus on- this almost softness in his brother. He looked to Ada. She was the one who really understood. Arthur might've, Tommy didn't really know- hadn't much cared to ask. But he knew Ada got it- this need he'd been trying to ignore. His sister nodded, slow smile forming. Taking the extra chair Arthur went on. "Moved fuck- freaking two hours away. Working at a little back alley place. Under the table stuff- and your girl uses cash for everything. No fuck- freaking paper trail to follow."

"We get it Arthur," said Ada with a roll of her eyes. "The point is, we know where she is and we know where she lives. So you can stop moping and go get her." Tommy fought back a smile at his sister's bluntness. Then he let the information settle a bit. They'd found Lizzie. Her job sounded shit. She probably wasn't living in the best place, again. But he could handle all that. Once he got to her things would be situated the way they should. He just had to get to her. "Well? Why're you still sitting there, then?"

He looked down at his daughter. Her green eyes stared up at him, little fingers tugging at the button of his shirt. He'd not thought too much about what would happen if they found Lizzie. It had felt like hope and he hadn't wanted any part of that. It still felt too soon for hoping. She could say 'no'. He didn't think she would- he'd fucking fight her on it. But she could. He turned to answer his sister's question. "Nanny's got the night off."

Ada scoffed. Arthur let out an exasperated groan. Didn't think he cared that much, Arthur. "We'll fucking watch her, Tom. Christ." Tommy sent a glare towards his brother, but Arthur went on like he didn't see it. "Ada's been talking my bloody ears off 'bout getting you to this girl. I can't take it anymore. So hand over that little angel and fucking go." He stood up, pulling Ada up with him. A gentle shove had their sister walking around the desk again. Tommy kissed Ruby's head and handed her over. "Right," Arthur said with a clap of his hands. "Now go get your fucking girl."

~*~

The building Tommy stopped in front of was worse than the one she'd lived in before. There were broken windows. The stairs leading to the upper floors were rusted and missing in some spots. He'd seen two men fucking against the side of the building and a woman with her hand down a man's pants in the alley a few steps away. He could see a kid peeking out a window watching it all. And Lizzie was staying in there.

Stepping out of his car, Tommy ambled towards the building. The woman jerking a guy off gave him a smile. The kid in the window ducked back inside when Tommy looked up at him. Looked thin, the kid. Reminded Tommy of him when he was little. Grabbing the handle to the front entrance, Tommy grimaced. The bit he could see of the inside was just as shit as the outside.

He opened the door and went in. She was on the third floor. He didn't like that. The fire escape was broken along the third floor. She's not fucking staying here. He'd drag her out if he had to. Buy her a fucking house if it came to it. But she'd not be staying in this place another night. He took the stairs two at a time. When he reached her floor, he paused. Someone had burned something. There was a rat at the far corner of the hall. And a baby was crying. It was the little tired cry he remembered from his childhood- the one that meant it'd been going for hours. They'd taken Jack Foster's sister because she'd cried like that.

Shoving those thoughts away he stepped over to apartment 306. He knocked and a second later he heard her. "Fuck off! I'm not buying, selling, lending, or anything else." He shouldn't have smiled at that. Fuck he'd probably be worried about why it was her first response in a minute. But right then he was just happy to hear her. Happy to have proof that his information had been good. Ducking his head to hide his smile, he knocked again. "For fuck's sake! What!"

The door swung open and Tommy looked up. There she was. There was red in her cheeks from anger. A knife was in her hand, ready to be used. And Tommy was pretty sure she'd lost weight since he'd seen her- more than she probably should have. But she was the best thing he'd seen in a while besides Ruby. "Hello, Liz. Gonna stab me or let me in?"

She looked down at the knife in her hand, confused. Then she was looking back at him, eyes wide in shock. "Tom- I mean Mr. Shelby." He raised a brow at that. "I- How did you-" Her hand came up and ran through her hair, tugging a bit. "Um… Shit, sorry. Come- come in." She took a jerky step back. He stepped inside- pretended not to notice how off kilter she was. "You want some tea? Or, um, juice? I've got juice."

He shook his head. "Not here for long." He turned before he could see her reaction to that. The place was small- smaller than her last apartment. There wasn't space for a full sofa. He wondered what she'd done with her old one. There was a big water stain on the ceiling. The carpet was old and discolored. But it had been cleaned recently- still had that chemical smell. And the rest of the living room was neat and orderly, too. The place was shit, but Lizzie made the best of it.

Turning back towards the kitchen area, Tommy found her eyes on him. "Why're you here, Tommy?" She fiddled with a cup that he knew had tea in it. Her hair was longer, not much, but enough to hide her eyes when she turned her head. He didn't like that. "How's…" She took a deep breath and he knew what was coming. "How's Grace? And, um, and the baby?"

He moved closer to her, until only her small table was between them. Her eyes tracked his every move like he was some predator about to attack. Maybe he was. Maybe he'd grab her and not let go. Didn't seem like the worst idea. "Grace is gone. Divorce was finalized this afternoon." It was strange that saying his marriage was over didn't bother him the way he'd thought it would. From the day she'd left Tommy'd assumed it was just a delayed reaction- that it'd hit him when the divorce was final. Seemed he was wrong.

Lizzie's eyes had gone wide. It wasn't shock, though. "She took Ruby?" Her voice broken on the name and Tommy had to take a breath to steady himself against the pain in it. "I- She can't just- She took Ruby?" Tears were filling her eyes. She didn't cry, Lizzie. It wasn't her way. He'd only seen her cry twice in the time he'd known her. Both times she'd been in the hospital and both times she'd been worried about Ruby.

"She didn't take Ruby." He'd never seem a person collapse from relief before, but Lizzie did. He caught her just before she could hit the floor. "Christ, Lizzie!" He slid them both to the floor, pulling her close. "It's alright, hm. Ruby's alright. She's home with Ada. Probably watching some fucking Project Runway or something." He felt her take a shuddery breath, felt her ribs and shoulder blades press into him. He'd have to feed her when he got her home.

Her head fell back to rest on his shoulder. "I never signed the papers," she whispered.

"I know."

"I couldn't do it, Tommy. I couldn't just let her go like that- like she was nothing." He nodded. Pressed a kiss to her hair. "Is that why Grace left?" His arms tightened around her as he shook his head. She took another deep breath. "I miss her. Ruby. I kept wanting to go to the house and visit. I kept going to the baby section in the stores- looking at bottles and diapers and little outfits." He could imagine. He could see her in his head, smiling over onesies and comparing strollers. "It was killing me. It's why I left."

He pulled her closer, face pressed to the curve of her neck. "I know, Lizzie." He placed a soft kiss to her throat, lips ticking up at the sound of her little gasp. "I need you, Liz. Needed you before Ruby even got here. You knew." She nodded slowly. "Hasn't gone away- the needing. Just got worse." He closed his eyes, tried to push his hopes down. "Come home with me? We can go slow. We can do whatever you like, Liz. Just…I need you. I want you."

It was silent for a long time. Lizzie had gone still in his arms. A kind of stillness that made his bones ache and his chest go tight. But he didn't speak. He let her think. He couldn't force this- couldn't make her care for him the way he cared for her. So he sat on her kitchen floor and waited. He breathed in that soft Lizzie scent- vanilla and honey- and he waited. He let himself enjoy the warmth of her in his arms and waited.

He wasn't a patient man, but he could be patient for this.

~*~

She'd said 'yes'. She still couldn't believe she'd said 'yes'. She couldn't believe that he had found her. She couldn't believe that she was walking back into his house. It all felt so strange. A scary, wonderful kind of strange. He was holding her hand. He hadn't let go for longer than a minute since they'd left her apartment two hours ago. He was her anchor in this- and maybe she was his, too.

He led her up the stairs, leading her to the right when they reached the landing. She wasn't sure what to expect. Not really. They hadn't talked much on the drive, both lost in their own thoughts. But she wondered now. He'd said he needed her. He'd told her he wanted her. But he hadn't said how. And she was terrified to assume. So her heart was in her throat when he opened the second door and pulled her in with him

Then she couldn't breathe for a completely different reason.

He led her across the room to the crib in the corner. She peeked in and there she was. Ruby. She was on her stomach- fists curled tight, her little bum stuck high in the air. It was…the most precious thing Lizzie had ever seen in her life. Without thinking Lizzie reached in and brushed a hand over Ruby's soft curls. She ran her hand along her back and let it rest there, feeling the in and out of her baby's breathing.

Tommy stepped up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist. "She's a lot like you," he whispered. "Tough and sweet." The fingers of one hand skimmed her side a bit, then held tight. She wasn't used to this- the easy touches. But she could be. "Stubborn, definitely stubborn." Lizzie turned her head and caught his eyes. Him calling anyone stubborn was ridiculous. And by the smirk on his face, he knew it. "Something to say, Ms. Stark?" She turned back to Ruby and shook her head. She felt him press his lips to her throat. "She has your eyes, you know." Lizzie smiled.

She stayed there, watching her daughter, for a long time.

Tommy held her all the while.

~*~

She woke to someone's touch. A finger slowly trailing up and down the length of her arm. Her mind fought against the haze of sleep to remember where she was. And when she did, a smile played at her lips. She'd only been back for a week. But this was the first night she'd shared a bed with Tommy. The first morning she'd woken with his heat and his scent surrounding her. And in the gauzy realm between wakefulness and dreams his slight touch was like some kind of magic.

Her skin pricked with goosebumps. The fine hairs at the nape of her neck stood up. They'd never been like this. So she kept her eyes closed and her breathing even, so he wouldn't stop. The slow trail on her arm changed, though. His hand slid around her waist, finger circling the bit of bare skin around her exposed navel. Her breath caught. A shock spread from where he touched her to every part of her body.

"Morning."

She let out a low hum in response to his greeting. It was one word, but it made her feel warm and heavy. The rasp in his voice almost a growl so early in the morning. She could get used to waking up to that voice. She could get used to feeling the sharp pulse of want that came with it. His hand traveled lower as if he'd heard her thoughts. A finger lifted the elastic of her panties a bit, then let it snap back against her skin. It was a question. "Please," was her answer.

But Tommy didn't say anything. His hand moved down her body- fingers dancing along the seam of her thighs. She moved a bit, pressed her back to his front. His head settled on her shoulder, breath hot against her skin. His free hand wrapped around her and cupped her breast, thumb brushing against her nipple as if it wasn't slowly driving her mad. He pressed a kiss to her throat, then another to her shoulder, then the crest of her jaw. She could feel the scrape of his stubble- imagined in between her thighs. Her legs slid together restlessly.

"Easy."

She let out a huff. It wasn't easy. It was maddening. The slow caresses. The barest hint of pressure. It was barely anything, but enough for her to need more. But she kept still. Somehow she knew. He wouldn't be rushed, Tommy. She'd get nothing if she rushed him. Knowing that shouldn't have excited her as much as it did. Still, she forced herself to be patient. And no sooner had she relaxed into him, Tommy slid his hand up between her legs. Two fingers swiped along her covered folds, dragging the damp fabric of her panties against her clit.

She gasped- he smiled.

The hand on her breast squeezed a bit and Lizzie felt her already hard nipples grow harder. She felt her breath hitch as Tommy ground his hips into her. His cock was hard beneath his clothes and she wanted it. But the thought faded away as Tommy tugged her panties down. Her hips lifted automatically to make it easier. He pressed two fingers into her slit. Traced the slick skin around her opening before a finger inside. It was good- so good. But it wasn't enough. And Tommy knew it, the bastard. She felt his smile when she squirmed, trying to get more. He nipped her neck.

"Tommy…"

The finger pressed inside of her slid out. Lizzie's eyes fluttered open at the sudden emptiness. Her head turned a bit and she watched as Tommy brought his finger to his lips to taste her. It made her lungs seize and her cunt pulse in need. Those blue eyes found hers as his removed his finger from his mouth. "Sweet." Lizzie's mouth fell open in a pant. Then Tommy was pulling away, moving down the bed. He gently rolled her onto her back, spreading her legs to give him a place to settle. "You're sweet, Lizzie. Don't deserve you." Lucky her, Tommy didn't let things like deserve keep him from having something.

Then his mouth was pressed between her legs and she couldn't think anymore.

~*~

"Tommy," she whispered, hand going to his arm. "Tom, look at her." They were sitting in his study. Lizzie'd managed to pull him away from his desk for a bit, so the two of them sat on the settee. Ruby was on the blanket Tommy kept in his study for her. It had been a surprise when Lizzie'd moved in three months ago, seeing how hands-on Tommy was with Ruby. A good surprise, though. And now, she leaned into his side as she watched their daughter crawl for the first time.

The books said she shouldn't start crawling for another two months. But Ruby was quick. She was smart. And Lizzie was beyond proud of her girl. Tommy leaned forward to be more in Ruby's line of sight. "Where d'you think you're going, eh?" he asked in that dry voice of his. Ruby, for once, paid him no mind. She was focused on getting a block that had gotten away from her.

Every day there seemed to be some new thing that Ruby did. And every day Lizzie felt overwhelmed by how grateful she was to be seeing it. She'd almost missed this. She'd almost missed everything. When she had walked out of the hospital after delivering Ruby, Lizzie had been sure that she would never see another Shelby in her life. And it had been devastating, but in a small way comforting. She'd known then that to see Tommy or Ruby and have to walk away again would kill her.

She looked at Tommy. He'd gotten down on the floor and was talking to Ruby about something. He'd been the last person she expected to knock on her door. There hadn't even been a world in her happiest dreams where he came to her like he had that night. And for him to ask her to come home with him- to be with him? It'd taken her far too long to accept that it wasn't a dream and answer him. But she hadn't regretted a single moment since.

"Lizzie?"

She blinked. Tommy and Ruby were both watching her. Ruby, with a curious expression on her sweet face. Tommy looked a bit more concerned. Even from the beginning, he'd looked out for her. He'd been the one to try and make sure she was alright. But now it was a different kind of concern- it came from a different place. "I'm alright. Just love watching you two. You're really quite cute when you're being soft, Tommy Shelby."

He rolled his eyes and turned back to their daughter, who was crawling into his lap. "Hear that, Ruby? Mom's being silly." A thrill went through Lizzie at being call 'mom'. Even after months of it, she still got excited. She still couldn't believe that she actually got to be this little girl's mom. She hoped that feeling never went away. The look in Tommy's eyes said he knew how she felt. That look changed a second later, though, into one Lizzie was more familiar with. It excited her for another reason altogether. 'I love you,' it said, just as clear as when he whispered it into her skin.

She smiled.

It said, 'I love you, too.'

#tommy shelby #lizzie stark #tommy x lizzie #peaky blinders fanfic

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k-popmakesmyday · 5 years ago

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can i request doyoung!dad au 👀 make it fluffy

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The flashback is kind of like that one part in Drop Dead Fred if you’ve seen that movie. If you haven’t, go watch it because it’s gold.

[5:30 pm] Doyoung sighed as his daughter looked up at him with her famous pout and glossy, chestnut eyes.

“Mina, we have to tell mummy/daddy what happened today. It’s only right, okay?”

“But I didn’t mean to!” The six-year old cried “she was a meany and-”

The petite girls words were cut off by her mother/father walking through the door. You left your shoes by the door and approached the strange-looking situation.

“What happened?” You asked as Doyoung inhaled exasperatedly but kissed your forehead nonetheless, as his usual greeting

“Mina got rid of another nanny,” Doyoung explained while Mina waved her arms around frantically, desperately trying to defend herself.

You gave your daughter a sympathetic look as you knelt down to her level “What was it this time, sweetie?”

Doyoung and you were busy a lot and had to find someone to take care of her between the time she was out of school and the two of you getting home from work. Mina’s imagination had always been a wild one and she had a tendency to.. scare off her nanny’s, not that she meant to.. most of the time.

Mina’s small fingers fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, avoiding your gaze before sighing dramatically

“Well..”

M A G I C A L F L A S H B A C K ✨

“Ready, Rosie?” Mina asked her stuffed cat as she hid behind the large, oak tree, holding the rope tightly while she kept her eyes trained on the front door of her childhood home, watching intently for the perfect moment.

“Mina? Mina, it’s time for lunch!” The unknowing nanny wandered out into the garden, looking for the mischievous girl.

Mina stifled her giggles as she took her chance to release the rope and catch the nanny’s foot in the small trap she had set. Holding the nanny upside down, waving her arms around frantically and screeching for the entire world to hear.

Mina couldn’t help but to burst out laughing at the hilarious sight, doubling over in snorts and wheezes, not forgetting to give Rosie a triumphant high-five.

It was at this very moment Doyoung had arrived home from work, his eyes widening at the sight and bolting over to let the nanny down.

“I can’t do it! I have tried and tried Mr Kim, but I simply cannot stand that impertinent child any longer!” She screeched in frustration

“No please, Minyoung, stay! Please, we need you!” Doyoung chased after the woman desperately “she’ll never do it again, I swear! We’ll pay you double! Triple!” He sighed as Minyoung hurriedly got into her car and drove away

When Doyoung turned back to scold his daughter, he was surprised to see her standing right in front of him. Upon meeting her gaze, she bursted into floods of tears

“I’m sorry, daddy! It was just a joke, I didn’t know she was going to leave! I promise!” She cried as Doyoung immediately bent down to her level, using his thumbs to gently wipe the tears that raced down her cheeks

“It’s okay, honey, I know you didn’t. We’ll get you another nanny, okay?”

Mina shook her head vigorously before wrapping her small arms around her fathers neck

“But I don’t want another nanny!” She wept “I want you to play with me instead!”

Doyoung furrowed his eyebrows as he leant back from cradling Mina’s head and eyed his daughter curiously

“Mina, what are you talking about?”

“I-I really miss you and mummy/daddy when you go off to work all the time.. I thought that if I drove all the nanny’s away then you’d both take care of me all the time. B-but then you started getting angry with me and I thought you didn’t love me anymore..”

Doyoung felt his heart break as he brought his daughter close to his chest, muttering apologies every so often and he held the crying child as if she could shatter at any minute.

M A G I C A L F L A S H B A C K O V E R ✨ (wow wasn’t that fun)

“Oh, sweetheart”

You took your daughter into your arms so she couldn’t notice the warm-tears escape your eyes. Doyoung broke and enveloped the both of you in a large embrace and the three of you cried in each other’s arms.

You all stayed like that for a while, only your soft snivels filling the room as unspoken words were communicated through your actions. It was you who pulled away from the hug first and took a deep breath before speaking.

“Mina, honey, I don’t want you to ever, ever think that we didn’t love you anymore. We both love you to the ends of the earth, I promise”

“Sweetie,” Doyoung added “you only have a nanny so that someone can look after you while mummy and I are busy at work”

Mina snivelled and wiped her nose before nodding “I understand that now, daddy, but I still don’t want another nanny. They never play dinosaurs with me.. why can’t uncle Johnny look after me? He has the best velociraptor impression”

Doyoungs expression twisted and he opened his mouth to say no, but not before you shot him a look as if to say ‘can’t you give it a chance?’ And his frown faltered

“I’ll see what I can do” he smiled

Despite how stressful Mina’s antics made you sometimes, you both loved her to bits and couldn’t ask for a better daughter.

HI SORRY THIS TOOK FOR FOREVER BYE LOVE Y’ALL -Em

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Our Girl: Chapt. 7

Story Summary: The Lost Get Found remix. Mary Margaret and David Nolan have been fostering 6-year-old Emma for a year now. They love her and have been working on adopting her. Things get messy, however, when Emma’s aunt re-enters the picture. Will they be able to keep the little girl they love more than life itself? Or lose her forever?

Chapter Summary: When Ingrid gets surprising news, she calls Mary Margaret and David for their help.

All of the regular trigger warnings apply for this story, along with a new one: miscarriage.

Also on AO3

Emma cried after Mary Margaret and David left. They stayed the entire length of their 5 hour visit, not that Ingrid didn’t think they would. She sat in her room and sobbed, clinging tightly to her blankie and Luke. Ingrid tried to comfort her, but Emma pushed her away. She didn’t want Ingrid, she blamed her for the situation that she was currently in.

The next couple of days were even harder. It was almost like Emma was regressing a bit. She put up a huge fit to not go to school on Monday, wouldn’t put on her uniform and kept running to hide under the bed. Ingrid almost gave in and just let her stay home, not wanting to cause her teachers trouble but she knew it wasn’t good to let Emma run the show. She drove her to school, kicking and screaming. Ingrid’s heart broke as she walked away, tears brimming in her own eyes.

“It’s an adjustment,” the teacher tried assuring her. “She’ll get used to it.”

Even so, Ingrid could feel the other parents staring at her. She had the kid that was putting up a fit over school, the kid who was shouting that she hated her aunt. She was the bad guardian.

They could tell she wasn’t supposed to be doing this.

She headed to the office and settled down at her desk, trying to focus. She worked for an insurance company and had to help make a plan for one of their newest and biggest clients. Yet, all she could think about was Emma. She probably had calmed down by then, but that didn’t mean it was going to stop.

Her personal cell phone buzzed and she saw Helen’s name scrawled across the screen. Her heart skipped a beat. Had the school called? Was Emma going to be taken out of her care? Why did the thought of that suddenly make her happy?

Ingrid slid over the green button and held the phone up to her ear. “Hello?”

“Hi Ingrid, it’s Helen.”

“If this is about what happened at Emma’s school…”

“I actually didn’t get a call about that. What happened there?”

“Oh, uh…nothing. Emma just had a rough morning. She’s been having some…behavioral issues since Mary Margaret and David’s visit.”

“That’s to be expected.”

“Oh.” Ingrid frowned. “I just wonder if another one would really be best. I mean, I’ll get her settled again and then…”

“It’s the judge’s orders, Ingrid,” Helen interrupted in a no nonsense tone. “Emma shouldn’t be separated completely from them right now.”

Feeling like a scolded child, Ingrid sunk down in her chair. “Why are you calling?”

“I got some news about an hour ago, from the Pondville Correctional Center.”

Ingrid’s grip tightened on the phone. “That’s where Ed is.”

“Yes. Emma’s case is changing a bit. As it turns out we won’t need Ed to sign off on the adoption or petition to have his rights stripped.”

“What? Why?”

“Because last night Ed was murdered.”

David sat at his desk, doing some paperwork when his eyes floated to the picture frames on his desk. Two were of Mary Margaret, a candid one of her at the park and the other was the two of them on their wedding day. The rest were of Emma, the one in the middle including a family shot taken by Regina at Lily’s birthday party. Emma was beaming widely, her two front teeth missing. He smiled softly at the memory of playing tooth fairy, her being freaked out when they first got loose.

That was the first time she had called him “Daddy”.

They were eating corn and she noted it was hard to do so. He felt the teeth and explained what was going on. Emma feared that all her teeth would fall out and David chuckled, finding a book in Mary Margaret’s collection about the tooth fairy to read after dinner. They curled up in his big arm chair, explaining what was going to happen. By the end, Emma had been more relaxed and couldn’t wait for them to come out. After he shut the book, she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered the words he hadn’t been expecting.

“I love you, Daddy.”

Tears fell down his cheeks and he had hugged her back tighter, letting her know just how much he loved her. Daddy had come before Mommy, but the latter came just a day later when Mary Margaret came home from shopping all day and Emma had been so excited to see her.

“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” She had exclaimed. Mary Margaret dropped her bags and gathered Emma into her arms, showering her face with kisses before seeing the Lego creation she and David had made.

It was six months into her living with them and they knew from that point forward, they didn’t want to be anything else to Emma. Deep in his heart, David knew that even if the judge sided in Ingrid’s favor, he’d never again be a first time father. He had a little girl and she’d never stop being that just because she wasn’t under their roof.

Blinking a few times to get rid of the tears, he heard the door to his office open. He was expecting it to be his deputy or one of the other officers, but instead it was Mary Margaret. His eyes went to the clock and he realized it had to be the lunch hour. She sometimes had to watch over the lunchroom and then recess, but that was on her assistant that day. He tilted his head and got up, walking closer to her.

“Do you want to get lunch together?”

Mary Margaret softly smiled. “We can, we just have to discuss something first.” She took his hands into hers and swung them a bit, looking into his beautiful baby blue eyes. “Ed Swan died last night.”

David raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Ingrid called me. Helen told her that last night Ed was killed by a fellow inmate. Rumor has it, they were a victim of abuse themselves.”

“Wow,” David whispered. “I…I didn’t see this coming.”

“It means he can really never hurt Emma again. I know we weren’t going to allow it…”

“But now the bastard can’t ever appeal anything.”

“We still have to deal with Ingrid and the judge…but he’s gone.”

David let out a deep breath. When he found out that the man that killed his brother had died in a car accident, he had felt that it was some level of justice. Yet, this also seemed to be too easy for Ed. He only served a little over a year for his crimes, death almost seemed like cheating. He had abused Emma terribly, the little girl that he was meant to look after, the little girl that trusted him. He had failed her tremendously.

At least he was gone now.

“Does Emma know?” David asked.

Mary Margaret shook her head. “Her first appointment with Archie is this afternoon and Ingrid says she thinks it might be best coming from him or…us.”

“Us? Really?”

“Yes. I guess she doesn’t know how to handle it.”

Mary Margaret met up with David outside Dr. Hopper’s office that afternoon. The two held hands as they waited for Ingrid’s car to pull up. She got out of the car and headed around to the passenger side’s backseat, opening the door and helping Emma out of her car seat. Their hearts skipped a beat when they saw Emma in her charter school uniform. Even though they knew that she hated it, she looked quite adorable in her khaki pants and white polo shirt. She looked up and saw them, her face brightening up a bit.

“Mommy! Daddy!” She ran to them and gave them both a super big hug. “I didn’t know you’d be coming today.”

“Your aunt invited us,” Mary Margaret explained, kissing the top of her head. “How was school, angel face?”

Emma shrugged, digging her Mary Jane into the dirt. “I was upset in the morning, I had to sit in the cool down corner.”

David and Mary Margaret frowned. “Why were you upset, Princess?” he asked.

“I didn’t wanna go.”

“I see. Well, school is very important. You know that, you have to go.”

“I know,” Emma let out a dramatic sigh which made their frowns disappear just a bit. “I get to see Archie now, which is good.”

When Emma first started seeing Archie, she was afraid. She had been told her entire life that if she talked about what happened with her with anyone, she’d be in trouble. Mary Margaret and David had told her that Archie was a good guy, a helper. He’d make sure that Emma was safe and be a good source to talk to. Emma was still suspicious, but after two sessions, she was hooked.

“There’s something we need to tell you before we go in,” David said.

“Is it about me coming home?”

David shook his head and knelt in front of her. “No, baby girl.” Mary Margaret knelt beside him, pushing some of Emma’s hair behind her ear and cupping her face. David kissed his daughter’s forehead and took her hands, swinging them a bit. “You know how your…your Ed went away?” Emma didn’t like calling Ed her dad anymore, even biological father upset her, so they had settled on “her” Ed.

Emma nodded. “Uh huh. He can’t hurt me anymore.”

“That’s right. Well, your aunt got a call this morning about him. He…he died.”

Emma’s brows furrowed. “Like my first mommy?”

Mary Margaret nodded. “That’s right, sweets.”

“Oh.”

“I know it must be so confusing and it’s okay to be sad, even though he wasn’t a good guy.”

“I’m not sad,” Emma mumbled. “He was bad.”

Mary Margaret and David nodded once again, not wanting to sway her one way or another. They knew that Emma’s emotions regarding the situation could change, especially since she was so young.

“You can talk about it with Archie, if you’d like or us, Ingrid too,” David told her, kissing her forehead. “About this, or anything. You know that right?”

“Uh huh.” She was quiet for a minute. “Can I come home with you guys after this?”

David felt a pang in his heart that he was sure his wife was feeling too. “Sorry, Pumpkin. The judge says you have to stay with your aunt for a little bit longer.”

“Oh.” Emma frowned. “Daddy?”

“Yes, my sweet girl?”

“I miss your songs.”

“I miss singing to you. But how about I sing you a song while we go upstairs, huh?”

Emma nodded and held her arms out to him. He scooped her up and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Mary Margaret leaned into her husband, looking at her little family as they walked up the stairs together, Ingrid following.

“I’ve got sunshine, on a cloudy day,” David sang softly. “When it’s cold outside, I’ve got the month of May. I guess, you’d say, what could make me feel this way. My girl, my girl…talking about my girl.”

Emma stayed so calm in his arms and Ingrid felt a pang of guilt in her, wondering if that was all it would’ve took this morning.

After Emma’s session with Archie, they all crowded outside the office, Emma leaning into Mary Margaret. She had made a lot of progress according to Archie, though she hadn’t wanted to talk much about Ed.

“Auntie Ingrid?” She asked, looking over at her aunt.

“Yes, honey?”

“Can Mommy and Daddy have dinner with us? We could all go to Granny’s! I promise I’ll be good after they leave.”

Ingrid bit her lip. Emma was in a much better mood than she had been this morning and she couldn’t deny that it had to do a lot with her former foster parents being there. She stuck her hands in her pockets, looking around a bit.

“I suppose…if they’re not busy.”

“Of course we’re not,” David said. “What are you thinking, Em? Grilled cheese?”

“Uh huh! And onion rings!” Emma took his hand and they headed a bit down the street to the diner.

Ruby was working the counter when they walked in and she instantly rushed over, pulling Emma in for a tight hug. Most of Storybrooke had been missing Emma like crazy ever since she went to go live with Ingrid. She was used to the family coming in at least once a week, she knew their favorites by heart.

“Hey pup,” she cooed. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Auntie Ruby.” Emma beamed up at her as she pulled away. “This is my other auntie, Ingrid.”

Ingrid extended her hand towards Ruby. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Ruby folded her arms over her chest, a frown replacing the smile that had once been there. “Uh huh, sure.” She turned to Mary Margaret and David. “Your usual booth?”

“If it’s available,” Snow said.

“Of course. Come, come.”

She lead them over to it and Emma sat next to David, Ruby giving her some coloring pages and crayons. Ingrid watched her niece eat more than she had before when the food came. She even gulped down the shake that Ruby had brought by. Ingrid had made her the same shake not too long before and Emma had barely touched it.

Maybe she’d have to take Emma here more often.

At one point, Emma had to go to the bathroom and asked David to take her. Ingrid and Mary Margaret stayed at the table, awkwardly eating their food. Ingrid pushed her lasagna around her plate, before finding the guts to talk.

“I’m sorry I said what I did about having your own family,” she whispered.

Mary Margaret looked up, blinking a few times. “I got pregnant once, you know.”

“You did?”

“Two weeks after we started classes for fostering. We didn’t tell anyone, we were cautiously excited. Turns out we were right to do that, we miscarried a month after I found out.”

Ingrid frowned. “I’m so sorry.”

“I knew after that I couldn’t go through it again. I made sure that I couldn’t.”

“You mean…”

“I recovered from the surgery about two weeks before we had Emma placed with us. My doctor told me the odds of me being able to conceive again would be so small and I didn’t want to take the chance.”

“Mary Margaret…”

“Losing that baby was hard…but this…getting to actually hold Emma and love on her and then find out I can lose her? Well I knew that was apart of foster care, but it’s even harder.”

Ingrid didn’t know what to say. She stared into Mary Margaret’s eyes, seeing the love and devotion she had for Emma.

“Promise me, Ingrid,” Mary Margaret continued. “Promise me that you’re going to love her and take care of her the way she needs. I need to be able to live with myself knowing she’s okay. I know she’ll put up a fight, but promise me you’re trying.”

Ingrid cleared her throat, fighting off the tears for the second time that day. “I love Emma.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“I’m going to take care of her and love her, I’m going to give Emma everything she wants.”

“And what she needs?”

“Isn’t that the same thing?”

A thin line appeared in Mary Margaret’s lips before she grabbed her tea, taking a great, big sip.

#our girl verse #snowing #snowing au #daddy charming #daddy charming au #mama snow #mama snow au #tw: past abuse #tw: miscarriage

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