idyllicallyyours

[idyllicallyyours]

Carol Aird x Fem!Reader — Oneshot.

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word count: ~1200

A/N: heyyyy yalll, i'm back (temporarily), had an urge to write 🫶🏻 i appreciate comments, likes, CRITICISM!!! please, teach me more so i can grow as a writer !!!

It was the kind of evening that made Manhattan feel smaller than it was. The clinking of glasses, and murmurs of praise for various brush strokes, all blurred into a single muted current of polite enthusiasm. But then there was her, the beautiful woman with blonde hair and bright red lipstick, standing in front of a beautiful, sensual painting.

You hadn’t seen her in over 2 years ..

Does she even remember you? You weren't sure .. it was a brief meeting at a mutual friend's dinner party that had turned into a slow and magnetic conversation over drinks and cigarettes on the terrace of her house. But it ended with nothing more than a soft goodbye.

Now, she turned slightly, head tilting just enough to catch you watching. Her lips curved into a small smile of recognition. She saw you.

She approached slowly, with the kind of composure that made your nerves feel like exposed wires. Your breath got caught in your throat, a soft chill running down your spine.

She is divive.

“Still watching people more than the art, I see,” she murmured, a teasing smile on her face.

You smiled, a shy, small smile.

“Some things are more captivating than paintings.."

Her eyes glittered with the same unspoken amusement she wore that night, 2 years ago, on the terrace. ���Are you here for the art, or someone, Darling?"

“Does it matter?” You countered, although your heart was beating 150 beats per minutes.

There was a pause. Measured and calm. Tense in its own thrilling way.

“I suppose it doesn’t,” she said and sipped from her glass of red wine, not breaking eye contact. Gosh, her eyes are captivating.

The gallery suddenly felt warm. Too warm. Or maybe it was just her presence—Carol Aird had that effect, after all... Immaculate in cream silk and a cigarette case nestled in her black clutch, she looked like she had stepped out of time and into your evening just to tease you.

“Walk with me,” she said, like it was a demand and not a question.

You followed her through the winding halls of the gallery, away from the noise and into a quiet back corridor where no one was to bother you.

“Funny,” she said softly, glancing at a sculpture to your right, “how modern art always makes me feel like I’ve missed the point. But I enjoy the act of pretending I haven’t.”

You chuckled and teased. “You’re very good at pretending, Ms. Aird."

She stopped walking and looked at you. "Miss Aird? Oh, Darling, you .. amuse me."

Your breath hitched slightly. She's so ..

The silence that followed was heavier than any words. It stretched between you, thick with memory and possibility.

“Have you been well?” she asked finally, voice gentle.

“I’ve been... working. Traveling. Photographing.. The usual."

Carol studied you as if she could see through every careful layer you had put on before stepping out tonight.

“Some people haunt,” she said. “Even when they barely touch you.”

You weren’t sure if she meant herself or you. Maybe both.

“I-I don’t think I’ve stopped thinking about you since that night,” you admitted. Stuttering. It came out too fast, too real .. but you didn’t take it back. Not today.

Carol’s breath caught just enough for you to notice. “Then why didn’t you write me, Sweetheart?"

“I didn’t think you’d want me to.” You admitted.

Her laugh was low and short, as if sad.

“You were wrong.. So, so wrong."

For a moment, neither of you said anything. Her gaze flicked to your lips, then away again, subtle and practised. Calculated.

“I’ve thought about you, too,” she said, almost like it hurt. “More than I should’ve.” Her voice trailed down.

There it was again—the edge of something neither of you had touched fully, but circled around like moths.

“Come with me,” she said again, this time quieter.

You followed.

The ride to her apartment was mostly quiet, except for her occasional hum of thought or glances in your direction.

Her place was elegant, dimly lit, wrapped in soft light and jazz filtering in from an old record. The walls were a warm ivory colour, and the furniture was classic and clean, like her — timeless.

She poured two glasses of wine, handed you one, and sat beside you on the sofa, her knees brushing yours faintly.

“This feels...” You started;

“Dangerous?” she offered, voice like velvet.

“Familiar,” you said. Looking up at her.

Her fingers played along the stem of her glass. Her nails the same bright, delicious color of red just like her nails.

"I don’t often do familiar.”

“I know.”

She looked at you then—not with restraint, but with quiet hunger. Desire. It was there in the way her eyes dropped to your mouth, in the way her hand inched just a little closer, in the way how she scooted closer just to feel your body heat.

You reached over, your fingertips grazing hers.

“I don’t want to ruin anything,” you whispered, “but I don’t want to leave this undone again.” your voice broke.

“Neither do I,” she murmured, setting her glass down.

Your mouths met slowly with no urgency. Just warmth, pressure, and breath. Her hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing lightly against your skin as if memorizing its softness. As if it was the last time for you two.

When she pulled back, her lipstick had smudged faintly onto your bottom lip. Her eyes searched your face, as though trying to decide if she was brave enough to keep going.

“I want you to stay,” she said. “But not just for tonight...

Please.."

You nodded, heart pounding, lips tingling, heart racing. “Then I’ll stay.”

Her fingers brushed over your collarbone, dipped under the edge of your dress. Not hurried, but with clear intention.

“And if I told you I’ve imagined this more than once?” she asked, her blue eyes darting to look into yours.

“Then I’d say you weren’t alone, Carol."

Carol leaned in again, her kiss deeper now, slower.

You sighed into her touch, and she smiled against your lips.

Outside, the city kept its rhythm.

But inside, it was all stillness: Two women on the edge of something not entirely defined, but unmistakably real, deep, emotional.

The night stretched long ahead of you, full of heat and whispered promises, and for once, neither of you looked away.

"My angel.." The older woman whispered;

Flung out of space.

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[idyllicallyyours]

synopsis: How does your older woman act when she sees you wear something suggestive? *characters, or you may imagine your celebrity crush*

fem!reader x older!woman!

age gap. all legal. dom!character. sub!reader.

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when she first saw the way those stockings clung to your thighs, the way they made it dip and bulge slightly, the way it moved down with each step you took,with each damn movement her self-control was wearing thinner and thinner ..

"Come here," she said, patting her lap with her veiny hands.

you obliged,obviously. I mean, who wouldn't?

when she felt your body weight on hers, she couldn't help but bit down her smirk.

"Gorgeous, as always," she said in her huskier voice, her hands now boldly squeezing your thighs that were on each side of her lap. She loved the way your legs felt under her hands, maybe even on top of her. She loved the quiet, pathetic noises, which made her desire towards you fuel more and more..

Perhaps you wore this on purpose,hm?

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[idyllicallyyours]

nsfw dom lou miller? THANK UUU I LOVE UR WORKS SM

JEALOUSY

Racer!Lou Miller x Fem!Younger!reader.

genre: smut

warnings: smut,praise(?)

word count: TBA

not proofread

Street races are quite popular for the night streets of NYC, one of the most popular racers there is Lou Miller. unlike the other racers, she doesn't really care if she wins or no,she is there for the fun of it, the thrill of driving at the fast pace,wind blowing at her,hearing screams of fangirls ..

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it's was around midnight when the race was about to start. the woman was sitting on her bike and putting on her helmet when she saw one and only girl she actually felt attracted to,You.

many people have said that lou is a playgirl,a womanizer, they may be right,but in the depth of her heart she never really cared for any of those girls.

she falls in love very rarely, but if she does — she hides it. she doesn't want to show her vulnerable side to anyone,doesn't want her image of a cold and hard-to-get woman to get ruined.

she saw the way other racer looked at you, the way his gaze was on your chest,waist and legs. how dare he look at you this way,only she could do that .. she knew damn well you were trying to make her jealous (which was working) by the way you smirked a little when you realized she was watching you two ..

the racer's blue eyes were darted towards you two,her jaw clenching and hands gripping the helmet. (un)fortunately,she was wearing gloves, so her veiny hands with knuckles turned white from squeezing her fists so much weren't showing.

when the race started,she was determined to win this time, to show you that she deserves you,and not that fish faced prick.

her determination was bigger than the great wall of china,she put her all in and easily won the race.

everyone was cheering,fangirls all around,her friends happy for her win,but she didn't care about any of them,all she cared about was you .. did you like the race? were you happy for her win? her pale blue eyes darted all around,hoping to stop her gaze at you ..

and she did. there you were,still with that racer .. giggling from a stupid joke he told.

her blood was boiling,the jealousy and possesiveness rising within her.

she walked closer to you,excusing and taking you away. finally you two will be alone,finally she'll get to have you all for yourself.

she held your wrist,then pinning you against the wall, as she finally could see your pretty face up close.

"don't you know how much it bothers me when i see you with that bastard?" she asked,her voice quiet and raspy from her anger.

you didn't say anything,just feeling flustered that the older woman who you were attracted to had you wrapped around her finger so easily.

"come on,baby,talk to me." she said.

"haven't i told you multiple times i hate when you talk to other people? especially someone as annoying as him? or do you want me to remind you..?" she leaned in closer,her hands in leather gloves fixing your hair.

she saw the way you blushed,she heard the thumping of your heart. she loved it.

she leaned in even closer,kissing your neck and whispering some lewd stuff in your ear. she knew how riled up you were, the way you were scared someone would walk in on you two.

her kisses trailed down to your chest,she put her hands on your shirt,looking up at you to ask for permission. when she saw you nod slightly,she smirked more and unbuttoned your shirt. oh,how she loved the sight of your body,it was so beautiful to her.

she bent down,kissing your chest faintly, just to tease you more..

"i should punish you for trying to make me jealous,no?" she bit your chest "isn't this what you wanted,honey?"

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in less than 5 minutes you were already half naked,your short down to your ankles,your shirt unbuttoned and bra messily taken off by Lou.

her jacket and gloves were off,her freezing and veiny hands all over you.

she looked into your eyes when she pushed her fingers inside of your panties,feeling the wetness. she loved it.

"so wet .." she whispered in her raspy,smoker voice.

she gently rubbed circles at the spot she knew drove you crazy. the way you shivered,the way your cheeks turned a darker red hue turned her on.

"come on,darling,let me hear you .." she said,smirking more as she rubbed your sweet spot more,feeling you tremble underneath her wrath.

she finally pushed her fingers in when she heard you quietly beg her to. she wanted to tease you,but she wanted to hear you moan her name out loud for everyone to hear more.

she saw the way your eyes rolled back when she pushed her long,slender fingers in,curling them to hit -the- spot.

she leaned in, kissing your lower lip.

"you like this,huh?" she chuckled,the sound of it making you more weak and wet,making you gulp.

when you finally felt the climax approach,you gasped softly,grabbing lou's shoulder.

"let it all out like a good girl,no? let me hear you,baby." she whispered mockingly.

you trembled and held onto her shoulder tighter,letting out a slight shreak and then a loud,long moan.

"yes,just like that." she whispered,kissing your lobe and moving her fingers deeper,making you tremble more.

"will you make me jealous again,darling?" she asked in a firm tone.

she smirked when she saw you shook your head.

"that's my good girl."

she whispered and gave you a one last kiss on your lips,before pulling out her now sticky fingers.

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i do NOT like this work .. but thank you for submitting an ask <3

[idyllicallyyours]

Teacher's pet PT.2

lydia tar X student!Reader [SMUT]

word count: 545

genre: smut

warnings: 18+ content

The older woman looked mockingly at you, laying beneath her all worked up.

She loved the way your eyes were half-closed. She enjoyed the way you were breathing all hatched. She enjoyed being the one making you feel like this.

Her hands were already exploring your most intimate parts, her rough fingers circling your extremely sensitive bud, slick with your arousal.

She didn't break the eye contact, just in silence doing all of this as she thought about the way you would beg for her to go harder, or, in another scenario, to go softer (which she won't, unless you cry).

Her long fingers went inside of you, it was easy considering how wet you were for her.

'So wet..' she said quietly, perhaps in amusement mixed with mocking.

She smirked as she heard you whimper and saw your legs tense up with the penetration. She continued like this for a while, surprisingly being gentle with you while stretching you out. She then leaned closer, her face between your soft thighs.

The tip of her nose touching your bud as she inhaled the scent of your arousal, getting turned on. She put her tongue out, giving you the so-called 'kitten licks'.

She heard you let out a shaky breath, which made her smirk and tease you more. She licked it faintly, feeling the slight flavor of your arousal. She held your thighs open, squishing them with her hands. It hurt a little, but the sheer amount of anticipation of what's gonna come next built up in your body made the pain seem less.

When she started eating you out the way she always does with other women, so rough, needy, messily, it made your back arched. She heard you moan out her name, which made her moan into your cunt herself.

She was licking your cunt like there was no tomorrow, like the woman had starved for months.

She needed this as much as you needed, but for her, it didn't mean even half of what it meant for you. For her, this was just another girl she would use for her satisfaction. If she liked this, she may use you again. But for you? You needed this. This was your last chance to make her like you the slightest bit more, so that she won't kick you out from the orchestra, so that you get the job in your dream place.

When you felt the orgasm build up, your eyes rolled back as your shaky hand went to hold onto Lydia's slightly messy hair. You held onto it for dear life, the pain of getting her hair pulled made Lydia moan into your cunt yet again.

When you finally reached your high, you felt the way Lydia licked the whole arousal off after opening her mouth to take it all in.

Your heart was beating fast, your vision blurry. You needed this. In some way, you thought that even if you didn't get the place in the orchestra, you could still remember this experience of making love with the Lydia Tár. The woman leaned back, some of your arousal being on her chin and nose.

She smirked at you, her blue eyes cold and full of satisfaction, dominance, and confidence:

'We are not done yet.'

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sorry for writting this such a long time after. had exams and more stuff in life.

hope you liked it!

stay hydrated and eat well🫶🏻

[idyllicallyyours]

Hello, can u please write Lydia Tar smut? I love the way u write, even if english is not your first language.

teacher's pet

lydia tar x fem!younger!reader (semi-SMUT)

summary: What will a student be willing to do for her teacher's approval?

PART 1

word count: TO BE ADDED

guide:

this font is lydia's words as thoughts in Y/N's head

this font is Y/N's thoughts

this font is just the dialogues!

"you are the worst";

"you will never get better";

"why do you even try? you are worthless";

"that's all you can do?"

this is what you have been hearing from lydia every lesson,every practice. you can't take it anymore. you are desperate for her validation.

she is your teacher,your conductor. she is the lydia tar. How could you dissapoint her so much?

"you are such a dissapointment."

you want her to praise you. you want to be the best,you hate seeing her praise other students who do better than you. you want to be as good as them,no,you want to be BETTER than them

"good girl"

you want her to call YOU a good girl. you want her to aknowledge your hard work..

19:37

the lesson had just ended,every student had left. You and her are alone in the hall.

she is fixing her hair which is up in a messy,loose ponytail. her shirt is slightly unbuttoned,tucked into her pants which where slightly baggy but still showed how small her waist was.

"what do you want now,y/n?" she asks with her raspy voice,perhaps from smoking so much,she looked at you with her pale blue eyes.

you couldn't talk,your throat went dry from anxiety. "Will she get mad? what if she will hate me even more now..?" you heard your thoughts.

"speak up." you heard her say.

you got closer to her,fidgeting with the end of your shirt. you took a deep breath,heart beating fast. "Why am i so nervous..?"

"I .." you bit your lip again. "i.. wanted to apologize for the .. the dissapointment that i've caused you." your voice broke. "i never wanted to be like this,i've been trying hard to please you and be the student you're proud of,miss Tar." your eyes were filling up with moist,she could see this and it made her chapped lips merge into a faint smirk.

"i will do everything to stay as your student,i will show you how .. how serious i take music,really,i will! i will do every-" you froze when you saw her get up and tower over you..she quite a tall woman,masculine appearance,no make up,her wrinlkles around her eyes make them even more alluring.

"Alright,alright .. i hear you." she looked down at you,pulling a strand of your hair behind your ear. "if you really want to show me how dedicated you are to music,how much you truly desire to be apart of my orchestra,how much you are willing to do to be my good little girl .. then i will let you."

her cold smirk got slightly more visible.

"i will see you at my apartment tonight,at 10PM. be on time and do not dissapoint me even more,got it?"

you couldn't say anything as your moist eyes dried up from shock and suddeness of this situation.

"my good little girl" is what echoed in your head. her good little girl..?

You will do everything for it,won't you?

all you could do is nod a little,while feeling her strong hands on your shoulders.

"i will do everything she desires. i will show you that i'm worth it." you thought,as your eyes filled up with determination.

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21:57

you got to her apartment and saw all its glory: very big,luxurious,lydia's photos and awards were on display. her office door was open and you could see her desk,a piano,some other instruments you couldnt really make out because the lights were off in the room.

you got called to her living room.

your heart was beating faster than before,you were determined to not dissapoint her. not anymore.

for about 30 minutes you two were talking,and while doing so you could feel her glance full of lust on yourself.

at the end,lydia put her hand on your thigh. Her eyes were eerily cold,like that one of a psychopath,you could see her slight smirk that was making you feel quite uncomfortable and worried.

"You said you would do everything for me to keep you in my team,no?" she said with her raspy voice. "i want you to prove it."

she pulled her hands from your thigh to your waist,pulling you down on her lap. her hand slid down under your dress,as she felt your cold yet soft skin.

her face got closer to your neck,her nose faintly touching it. her warm breath was one of the many things you could feel at that moment. then,you felt her chapped lips making a contact with your neck,kissing it.

your breath hatched as you felt her lips. your eyes widened a little,looking down at the floor while your hands were pressing into the back of the couch to keep yourself steady. your heart is beating incredibly fast,you're scared .. nervous .. excited.

Yes,this is what you had dreamt of.. every lesson when you got to sit close to this incredible,yet creepy woman,you felt her masculine perfume .. you had seen her veiny hands that you wished were wrapped around your neck,which,in fact,is happening right now.

her cold and rough left hand is on your neck as she bites down on it. she smirks again,feeling the fast pulse of her student's.

you couldn't remember anything after that,but you were already on her soft,luxurious king sized bed with lydia in front of you,laying right at your legs and holding them open .. her chapped lips are kissing your left inner thigh,her blue eyes piercing into you ..

her teeth teasingly bit into your plush thigh,then pulling back and sitting up. her hands pulled you closer to her and she looked down at your most vulnerable parts covered by thin fabric. she smirked again,satisfied with what was happening.

The older woman's overly veiny hands grabbed your panties,slowly pulling them down to reveal your most vulnerable part. her twisted smirk widened as she licked her lips a little and looked into your eyes.

"Can't wait for it,hm?" she said with a dark chuckle.

she was right,you couldn't wait for it. You wanted to be her favourite,you wanted her to praise you,to aknowledge your hard work and for her to finally fuck you.

"Show me what you are willing to do,Y/N."

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Part 1 is here <3

this little fic will have 2 parts and the 2nd one will be the smut. i promise,i'll post it soon! i'm sorry for being so inactive,i didn't feel like writting at all.

hope you liked it. Stay hydrated,eat well,take care of yourselves and i hope you all have a great day/night !!

[idyllicallyyours]

lou millee headcanons plsss

lou miller general headcanons

ship: lou miller x F!reader

word count: TO BE ADDED

genre: SWF 🫶🏻

i headcanon lou as a tsundere,who tries to hide her lovey-dovey relationship with you from the public eye!

definitely is a type of a woman to spoil you rotten.

you want a new bag? more than enough is sent to your bank account. you feel like staying at home and have a "lazy day"? she buys all of you fav snacks,orders a take out of your fav food and chooses the movie she knows you'd love.

she is DEFINITELY a very possesive and overprotective,maybe even jealous,woman.

i headcanon that whenever you drive with her on her bike,everytime she's on the red light she will caress your knee to see if you're cold or no

more than likely won't tell you about her work as a con-artist and EVEN if she tells you,will hide 99% of the details.

i headcanon her as a woman who loves when you wear revealing clothes and is definitely a: "dress however you like,i know how to fight" typa woman🙈🙈

is into neck kisses (loves recieving as much,maybe even more,as giving but would never say it out loud. bro's got an ego)

i lowkey think lou's a smoker

we all know she's a fashionista and would love whenever you put on her clothes and they're quite big for you (cuz she's tall)

she may seem like a very dominant woman,but a little bit of flirting and she's slightly blushing,having butterflies in her stomach and looking away so you dont tease her more

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all done,no NSFW for today🩷

sorry that i took so long,hehe.

wish you all the best💋

-A-

[idyllicallyyours]

hi! would you ever be up to writing a fic/drabble based off your lydia tar headcanons? have a great day!

yes! hope you like it.

Lydia Tár smut fic

pairing: Lydia Tar x F!Reader

warnings: smut,lesbian sex,degradation (use of the word "slut"),sub!reader,dom!lydia,usage of a strap,toxic lydia (are we even surprised)

word count: ±1015

(not proof read/ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE,SORRY IN ADVANCE)

it's 23:41..

Lydia is sitting at her desk,working per usual. her pale blue eyes looking down at the papers,her veiny hand holding the black pen which was almost empty from all of the writting.

she hears you walk into the office,your slow footsteps which come closer and closer to the blond,but doesnt bat an eye. she looked at you only when she felt your body weight on her lap.

"can't you see i'm working?" she asks with her usual cold tone of the voice,her face expressionless per usual. but,if you looked closer,you could see the slightest discomfort on the woman's face,she doesn't like being interrupted while working.

you don't say anything,as you gently put the strand of her hair behind her ear which had no piercings,but had a tiny note tattoo behind it. you smiled at her a little.

"when will you be done,honey?" you ask a question,for which you do not get an immediate answer. you're used to it. Lydia is always like this: stoic,cold (even to you) and quiet. all you hear is a slight huff.

in reality,you knew the woman wouldnt be done for a long while,but you just needed her so,so badly. last time you two had sex was.. you can't even remember.

there is something about your wife that makes you want her more and more.. maybe it's the way she sits,manspreading and leaning back on her chair,or maybe it's the way she's dressed: a white button up shirt (which is not even halfway buttoned),her casual pants which hug her waist a little too good,her rolex watch which is concidered used only by "men",the way her collarbones are visible from the open shirt,the collarbones you love to bite and kiss so much whenever you two make love.

you were snapped out of your trance,when you realized that lydia has stopped you from riding her thigh by holding your waist tightly. it made you blush,as you realized you subconsciously started riding your wife.

"not now." you hear her sharp voice.

you were still flustered and embarrassed from this,so you couldn't say much. but the way her eyes were narrowed,her wrinkles on her forehead,under the eyes and near the mouth were showing..you wanted to kiss every one of those wrinkles while she scissors yo-

"can you not look at me so intensely?" you hear her voice yet again,the voice that makes you melt whenever she praises you,or even degrades you. you love her voice. you love her and you want her very,very much.

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as some time passed by,your constant whinning and begging finally made lydia snap and she looked so angry,but her anger turned you on even more.

you knew she was toxic,but,red is an attractive color,is it not?

you felt yourself being pinned down onto her desk,bent over. your right leg was now on the desk,as your wife grabbed your thigh harshly (it will definitely leave a slight mark).

lydia started taking off your panties,she put your skirt up (or,if you want imagine it being pants which she took off) and startes gently running her middle and index finger through your folds,which were already wet.

"so wet already? what a slut you are,it's amusing,really." she says with slight disgust in her voice,but she loves it. Lydia loves making you so wet,because she knows only she can make you wet.

lydia then uses your natural juices as a lube to push her fingers into you. she knows you love it rough,so,lydia goes all in with one push which leads to you moaning out her name. it feeds into her god complex..knowing that you,her little wife,is getting riled up by her,you moan because of her. she continues penetrating you with her slim and long fingers,as she looks at your face: the way your eyes roll back,the sweat that is slowly coming out and dripping down your forehead.

she then took her fingers out,leaving you feeling all empty,but not for long,because she unbuttons her pants where she had her black stap-on. she then slowly puts it at your entrance and goes in,this time she actually kissed your jaw,your earlobe and whispered praises.

"the pain will go away soon,princess,just take it like a good girl you are." you hear her raspy whisper.

the next thing you feel is lydia's hands on your thighs as she slowly picks up the pace while fucking you. she enjoys the feeling of being the superior one,the way you clench on her strap,the way you moan only for her,the way only she gets to make you feel like this.

"no one will make you feel as good as i do,remember that." she says coldly,as if spitting those harsh words onto your face. but you don't care,she is right,no one will ever make you feel so good. it's always lydia and only her.

as she continues fucking your wet cunt,you can feel the orgasm building up,about to come out. you gasp,which is an indicator (for lydia) that you're close. she grabs your hair in a fist,putting your head up,so she can see every little expression on your face.

"don't you dare to stay quiet,i want to hear you moan,slut." she said.

and that's what you did,you obeyed her yet again. as you felt the knot in your lower abdomen snap,your legs shook slightly and your teary eyes rolled back. you let out a gasp,then a raspy moan,which was followed by a loud moaning out of lydia's name.

she loved it. she had a smirk on her handsome face,as she looked down at you and the way your body reacted to her movements.

After all,lydia is the only one for you,no?

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Hope you like it,Anon,first time writting a smut fic! i'm open to take critisism and will try to get better.

[idyllicallyyours]

Lady Tremaine SFW headcanons:

Pre-Relationship, In Relationship.

ship: Lady Tremaine (Cinderella 2015) x F!Reader.

word count: ±298

Pre-Relationship headcanons:

you two met at the royal ball. you not only the caught the attention of the prince,but also the beautiful wicked stepmother of Cinderella.

she saw you dressed in your dark green and red dress which were her favourite colors for the dresses,she saw how good you looked with your hair done,beautiful face with your f/c lipstick on,your e/c eyes shinning from the chandelier looking at the prince.

when she saw the way the prince looked at you she was filled with two emotions: jealousy and anger. anger,because you were in the prince's "list" of possible spouses and not her daughters; jealousy,because your attention was for him and not her.

long story short,she used her connections and authority to get information about you,where you lived and etc.

and she caught your heart,just like a predator catches their prey.

Relationship Headcanons:

she is POSSESIVE. this woman will literally demand to know your whereabouts 24/7,she wants you to be next to her and obey her.

she wants and will be the dominant one in the relationship,trust me.

puts you higher than her own children (girl go look after those cray cray girlies)

will make cinderella get the whole house tidied up,and you two's room ready for a romantic night in.

loves to tease you,and does that A LOT.

will literally rile you up the whole day,just to not give you any release at the end of that torture (ok this is an another story-)

big spoon,loves when you have your head on her chest and she carreses your hair.

very,and i mean VERY rarely will let you be the big spoon,as i stated before this woman is DOMINANT. if she feels submissive,sad (in any way) or just not in the mood,she will let you big spoon her.

loves neck kisses those are her weaknesses (recieving or giving,doesn't matter.)

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hope you liked it. Have a great day,do not forget to eat and stay hydrated🩷

requests/asks open🫶🏻

[idyllicallyyours]

Lydia tar NSFW headcanons.

word count: ±260

genre: NSFW; mention of degradation; rough sex; lesbian sex; Sub!Reader; Dom!Lydia; Office sex.

Mean!Dom Lydia who doesnt give in to your begging and whines to give you attention while she's working. she enjoys seeing you be so needy for her,it feeds into her god complex.

Mean!Dom Lydia who finally lets you sit on her lap,to dry hump her thigh. She continues working while you're whimpering and trying to get a release by only humping her beige pants.

Mean!Dom Lydia who makes you stop right as when you're about to release. Who doesnt let you move for at least 5 minutes.

Mean!Dom Lydia who then bends you over her desk,about to teach you the consequences for when you misbehave.

Mean!Dom Lydia who fucks you with her slender fingers,watching your eyes roll back and tears stream down your face from how rough she is. She enjoys it.

Mean!Dom Lydia who degrades you by calling you the most humiliating names,making you understand how pathetic you look in her eyes like this.

Mean!Dom Lydia who who overstimulates you till the only thing you can scream is her name.

Mean!Dom Lydia who enjoys seeing saliva drip down you chin,from you being fucked dumb by her. The way you cannot even comprehend what is happening around you two,your only concern being Lydia letting you cum.

Mean!Dom Lydia who finally let's you rest,leaves a small kiss on your cheek and helps you clean up. After all,she is not a monster to not take care of you after treating you like a slut you are.

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[idyllicallyyours]

New Year's Kiss

Character: Carol Aird

Ship: Carol Aird x F!Reader

Word count: ±900

Genre: Fluff

23:31

It was a cold december night,You were walking downt he street full of christmas lights and slippery snow. As you got to the very familiar door,behind which you've made many beautiful memories,you knocked on it.

A few minutes later she openned the door. Carol. She looks as beautiful as ever:

Blonde,slightly wavy hair,her red lips,baby blue eyes,fair and pale skin. Her red dress which was tightly on her beautiful,attractive body.. the way it clung to her small waist,the skirt was tightly on her soft hips which made your breath get stuck in your throat.

She smiled at you,at her dear friend and said with her soft, yet raspy from cigarettes voice:

"Ah,Y/N,you finally came! Come on in,what took you so long,dearest?"

There it is. That nickname.. "Dearest".

As she refers to you by that name,your heart sinks for a second down to your stomach. Your eyes widen ever so slightly and you take a sharp breath in:

"Oh,just the usual .. That damn traffic and the snowy roads. But i came till midnight,so.."

You laughed a little,as you stepped into the house and took your shoes off. You held a present in your hand. It was for Carol's daughter,Rindy,a very nice little girl..just like her mother.

23:47

You didn't really plan on celebrating the New years,you didn't feel like it. But since Carol invited you,you couldn't say no.

She is just captivating,she can get anyone under a trance with her beauty,raspy voice and those hypnotizing blue eyes.

To be honest,you felt something for Carol ever since you met her 2 years ago. It was an accidental meeting,but yet it holds a huge part in your heart since it changed your life completely.

You remember every little detail about that day: what she wore on that sunny day in August,what she ordered in the Café you worked at..

"Dearest,what are you thinking about?" You heard Carol ask.

You felt her hand on your back. As you looked at her,your e/c eyes were met with her baby blues. The mascara only enhanced her long eyelashes,the red lipstick which she always wore made her look even more seducting.

"Oh..well,nothing really,just..just our first meeting."

You shrugged it off and took a sip of your champaigne. You heard her giggle. Oh,her voice..the voice you can't get enough of.

"Silly girl,i thought it was something serious.."

She sighed,but then she continued:

"I think about it all the time,too. You looked so beautiful in your work uniform.. and the coffee you made me was the best one."

The compliment made your heart fill with warmth and your cheeks go slight pink,you'd never expect her to compliment you in such way.

23:57

You and Carol were on the balcony,smoking. The air was chilly,it send slight shivers down your spine,but the cigarette somehow made you feel warmer.

You were looking at her. She looked ethereal:

Her blue eyes shone under the moonlit sky,her fair skin looked even paler and softer,her hair was slightly flowing with the chilly wind. The way she held the cigarette in her delicate hands with vibrant red nail polish,the way she put it close to her soft lips you wanted to kiss so badly,even the smoke she blew out was beautiful..

"Y/N could i tell you something?"

She asked.

"Oh .. of course."

You looked at her,taking a dragged from your cigarette that she so offered you a few minutes back.

"I don't know how you will react to this..you may find me disgusting,you may hate me..may never want to see me again and i may lose you,but i have to be honest with you."

She turned around and looked into your eyes.

"I love you .."

You heard these words come out of her soft lips as you froze.

"The first day we met,that's when i realized i felt something for you..and now that we've spent almost every day together throughout these 2 years, i realized i am in love with you." Her usuallu calm voice was strained. Aird took a deep breath in. "Please,do not hate me,dearest. You mean the world to me.."

You were quiet,you could not believe the woman you fantasized about,cared the most for and loved with your whole hesrt had confessed her feelings to you.

You could see tears in her beautiful eyes,they were full of many emotions like fear,worry,sadness and confusion. She waited and waited for your answer. She wanted to see if it was the end. The end of everything.

You came up closer to her without breaking the eye contact.

"Oh,Carol.. i love you too. I could never imagine you being in love with me.. It all feels unreal right now."

When the older woman heard your words,she let out a shaky breath of relief and smiled,showing her smile lines you love so much.

She came closer to you,putting her cold yet soft hands on your cheeks and looked into your eyes.

00:00

Carol leaned in and put her lips onto yours. The kiss sent a soft electricity down both of your bodies,it was full of love,happiness and relief.

It was not the end,as has Carol thought,No,it was the start of everything.

The start of a beautiful,yet forbidden love story.

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Happy new years everyone. I hope you like it.