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And with that, this account is now an archive. I will not be carrying any threads over to the new accounts. If you were one of the people I told about the new account, I kindly ask that you don’t repost the link to it right now. There are people I’m trying to desperately get away from on here and I don’t want them following me. 

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And with that, this account is now an archive. I will not be carrying any threads over to the new accounts. If you were one of the people I told about the new account, I kindly ask that you don’t repost the link to it right now. There are people I’m trying to desperately get away from on here and I don’t want them following me. 

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dontohfitzme:

[text] Doesn’t change the fact that he loves me [text] (delayed) I love you both, too, you know

[text] Oh, Leo. [text] Darn right you love us.

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And with that, this account is now an archive. I will not be carrying any threads over to the new accounts. If you were one of the people I told about the new account, I kindly ask that you don’t repost the link to it right now. There are people I’m trying to desperately get away from on here and I don’t want them following me. 

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cloneofaspecialist:

Gregory sighed, deciding to see if he could calm her. “Grace, Grace, sweetie stop crying for Daddy.” He whispered to her. “I’m right here now but i need you to stop crying.” He carried on, waiting for her to stop crying before he next spoke.

Grace shook her head and bawled harder. “I w-want you to c-come home, Daddy,” she wept, clinging to his shirt unhappily. “C-come home, Daddy.” She burrowed her little face in his shirt, tears soaking through the fabric. 

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dontohfitzme:

Muffling a moan against her skin, Leo turned his head enough that he could be heard. “Jemma… I’m almost… I need…!”

“It’s okay, Leo, it’s okay. Take whatever you need, darling, it’s okay,” she cooed.

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cloneofaspecialist:

He could feel himself slow in his pace, going deep with each thrust coming again inside her before letting himself slow to a stop, to catch his breath, his heart pounding in his chest,

Jemma writhed beneath him, gasping and crying out. “Greg.... Oh, Greg....” She smiled at him dazedly. 

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Jemma kept messing with his hair, knowing how it made him feel. She wanted him to feel good, she really did.

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She let out a soft, musical laugh. “You’re certainly taking your time. You’re the only one to blame for not having gotten off yet.” 

Groaning again, he didn’t hesitate before continuing to seek out the friction that came with the movements of their hips, hiding his face in her shoulder while trying to chase after the pleasure that was just barely out of reach.

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dontohfitzme:

He groaned but didn’t complain, gripping the sheet under them with one hand so that he could at least try to keep himself from making a mess before they even really got started. “Jemma…”

She let out a soft, musical laugh. “You’re certainly taking your time. You’re the only one to blame for not having gotten off yet.” 

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After tonight (as in, when I wake up again) I will no longer be on this account. I have enough set up on the reboot to start fresh over there. 

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dontohfitzme:

A whimper escaped and Leo tried to tilt his head so that he could be closer to her touch, not having to think before moving his hips against hers again. “It’s not… fair…”

“Life isn’t fair, darling,” she quipped, sighing happily. “But sometimes it gives you nice things, right?”

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cloneofaspecialist:

Feeling her orgasm and nails down his back suddenly launched his to come but he kept on into her still. Sweat forming on his skin but the water would wash it away.

Jemma jerked beneath him, trying to hold herself together. If he kept going, she’d come over and over, until the point of delirium. And surprisingly, she was fine with that.

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cloneofaspecialist:

Greg gently rubbed her back in smooth circles but stopped once Jemma stated. After all, She was her mother and had been there all her life. 

He didn’t let his face respond to what she said, just nodded and agreed softly. Every year? that sounded once a year if he understood the SHIELD’s vacation times he was familiar with. If that was what Jemma wanted then he’d go with it.

Grace still launched herself into tears. Despite her mother’s attempts, she was just a little spoiled. Fitz and Skye often gave her whatever she wanted, even if Jemma protested. “B-but I want Daddy all the time! I w-want Daddy to come home w-with us!”

Jemma drooped the moment Grace started to have a meltdown, knowing there was no stopping her now. “Gracie, love....” She looked weary. “It’s going to be okay.” She winced at Grace screamed louder, obviously not pleased. 

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dontohfitzme:

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“I do know how to take you apart properly, darling, of course I do it on purpose.” She smirked briefly against him. 

Releasing a low moan, he pressed another kiss to her lips before speaking again. “I meant with my hair. You know what that does to me…”

Her nails scratched at his scalp lightly. “I know. That’s why I do it.” She moved to suck another mark into his neck. “I love seeing how you react.”

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cloneofaspecialist:

Jemma answered beofre he could, reaching up with his spare hand and cupped her little hands over his cheek.

“You’re mother’s right, Grace, But you both are free to come to my house and visit me if you want, I’m not allowed to go to you home.” If it was the playground then he defietly cound’t go. He’d be tosed into prison becuase they’d think of him as grant. Greg looked to Jemma. I moved from my apartment,last year, I’ll give you my new address if you want it.” He offered kindly to Jemma.

Grace’s bottom lip trembled, a clear, telltale sign that the girl was about to start crying. “But.... I want you to come home with us, Daddy.” Her eyes filled with tears. She didn’t understand why he wasn’t going to come home with them. 

Jemma stood quickly, moving to rub her daughter’s back. “No, no, don’t cry, darling. It’s alright. We can visit Daddy every year, alright? We’ll come here whenever we have vacation so you can see Daddy.”

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dontohfitzme:

At the feeling of her fingers in his hair, he let out a low whimper and tried to muffle the sound as much as he could, mumbling against her lips. “You do this on purpose…”

“I do know how to take you apart properly, darling, of course I do it on purpose.” She smirked briefly against him. 

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cloneofaspecialist:

“If- you-insist” he grunted back, picking his pace up, drilling deeper and faster now to her desire.

Cries of pleasure were ripped from her throat as he pounded into her, her body quivering as she fell headlong into another orgasm. She clawed at his back as she rode it out.