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harringtonswriting · 10 months

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Omg Bree that list!! I would love to read 25. goodnight kisses with Bradley?🥺

ahhhh thank you so much Nova!! <3 i am SO sorry it took me so long to get this finished, but i hope you enjoy it!! god this was so adorable to write and i really, REALLY appreciate you picking this one bc it was such a cute idea <3

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This was the best first date you’d had in a long time. Probably the best first date you’ve ever been on, if you’re being honest, but that’s not something you’re going to admit to your date. You didn’t want to give his ego that big of a boost this early, and also didn’t want him to think about your dating history being any sadder than he might already think it is.

Bradley Bradshaw had asked you out the night you met him at the Hard Deck, where he was drinking with his friends and you’d been convinced by yours to come out for some drinks and the promise of some very pretty Naval officers to look at. Which, you were happy to find, there were plenty of. Bradley included.

You’d thought he was just another good-looking flyboy when he’d walked up to you at the bar top, though his endearing smile and his outrageous taste in fashion had you intrigued enough to say yes; you had no idea how he still managed to look attractive wearing bright blue and magenta, but that coupled with his 70s-esque mustache and very pretty, big brown eyes ended up winning you over. You’d put your number in his phone, let him buy you a drink, and your friends teased you for the better part of an hour about giving your number to the first pilot who talked to you. But there was something special about Bradley, something genuine and funny and maybe you were a little tipsy, but you didn’t regret giving him your number.

Bradley messaged you the following afternoon to ask you to dinner this coming Friday night, and after the initial awkwardness (he’d responded to you with just a thumbs up emoji and you’d used maybe a few too many exclamation points), the two of you fell into an easy rhythm of texting back and forth. You find yourself enjoying talking with him, and looking forward to seeing his name pop up on your phone.

All too quickly, though, Friday night arrives and he picks you up in what is obviously a very old, but very well loved, truck. He’s got sunglasses on, big mirrored aviators, but no Hawaiian shirt tonight (he’d later tell you that he’d received advice that he should wear something a little more toned down for the first date, and you couldn’t say that a black t-shirt and jeans didn’t suit him just as well as what he’d been wearing the night you met him). He’d lifted his sunglasses off his face, clipping them on the front of his shirt as he got out of his truck, and a wide grin split across his face as he caught sight of you coming out of your house.

“You look amazing,” he says, and the words come out loud and earnest–it’s a genuine compliment, and his smile is infectious to boot. You smile as you return the sentiment.

“Not so bad yourself. I like this look,” you tell him, and you see him puff his chest out just a bit. As you walk towards him, he reaches into his truck and comes back out with a bouquet of sunflowers tied with a yellow ribbon. He holds them out to you, and you take them from his hands.

“These are for you,” he says, and you look down at the flowers. They’re beautiful, the loveliest shade of yellow from soaking up the warmth and love of the sun. “I didn’t know what you liked, but they reminded me of your smile, so I hope these are okay.” Bradley’s just a little bashful, and you rest one hand on his forearm.

“They’re beautiful,” you tell him, and it’s the truth. They are, and the fact that they reminded him of you? You don’t know how he can say that with a straight face, and if it came from anyone else you might be embarrassed. You still are, a little, but you’re just a little pleased, too, that he’s been thinking about you. You take the flowers inside, quickly putting them in a tall glass of water before heading back out to where Bradley and the Bronco are waiting. You head around to the passenger side door to pull it open… but it won’t budge. You try again, but still no dice. Oh, god, did you break his car? This is a classic, right? That’s what a lot of older cars are. He gets you beautiful flowers and you break his car. Wonderful. You look at Bradley, and he grimaces. Oh no.

“The, uh, the door sticks sometimes. Lemme get it for you,” he says, coming around to fiddle with the handle before the door pops open. You feel some relief, then, knowing that you didn’t just bust his car, and you climb in and he shuts it behind you. Then he’s getting in on his side, and the two of you head out to the restaurant he’d told you about for dinner.

It was a place that Hangman had recommended, Bradley told you, but he only decided to take that recommendation seriously when Phoenix, Payback, and Fanboy had all confirmed it was good. And you’d have to remember to thank Bradley’s friends the next time you see them, because they were right. It was a small place, not too far from the Hard Deck, with the best food you’d had in a while. The atmosphere was friendly and it was busy enough that you and Bradley had plenty of time to talk between your server’s check ups, but not too busy that you felt rushed or couldn’t get a table.

The two of you got through the basic first date talk pretty quickly; he’s a much better listener than the last few guys you’d gone out with, and actually asked you some questions when you were telling him about some work drama you’d been dealing with. You enjoy the way his big, beautiful brown eyes crinkle at the corners with crows feet when he smiles, and how he scrunches his nose when he laughs. He also talks with his hands, you’ve come to realize, and he nearly knocks his glass of water off the table no less than four times as he’s telling you a story about what had happened at work earlier today.

“Anyway, so the radio was totally shot, right? So I’m inverted above Coyote, Phoenix and Bob are freaking out, there’s no way to communicate and we still have half a training exercise to complete. Can you believe that?” Bradley has his hands in an awkward position, trying to give you a visual as to what things had looked like. You can tell by the way he talks that he absolutely loves what he does, and he loves being able to fly. And there are very few things more attractive than seeing a man get so excited to tell you all about how he managed to get his plane upside down and scare the shit out of his friends and co-workers when no one was able to talk to each other in the air.

Dinner is over all too quickly after that, though, but thankfully nothing gets spilled during the rest of Bradley’s animated descriptions of his completely serious job duties. After you’d left the restaurant, since it was still light out, Bradley suggested that the two of you take a walk together along the beach behind the Hard Deck. He swore up and down that watching the sunsets from there were phenomenal, and, not wanting the date to end just yet, you agreed to go with him. He drove you there, and the two of you left your shoes in the back of his truck while you walked along the sand, continuing your conversation from dinner.

Bradley was absolutely right about the sunset, too; it was gorgeous, seeing all the blues and pinks and oranges, and every colour in-between, painting the sky in front of you and the water softly splashing against the shore. The two of you stop walking and talking as the sun hits the horizon, the cool water gently lapping against your feet and washing the sand all around. You swear you feel the back of Bradley’s hand ghost against the back of yours as the two of you stand there, side by side.

There’s a soft breeze blowing, putting a little chill in the air, and you find yourself shuffling a little closer to Bradley. Warmth radiates off of him, and as you look at him out of the corner of your eye and see him bathed in the burnished glow of the setting sun and how it gleams in his eyes, you think all the warmth and light of that sun must have been soaked up into him. And the more time you spend here with him on the beach, the happier you are that you didn’t let the date end after dinner–and that you gave him your number in the first place.

Once the sun has fully dipped below the horizon, the two of you make your way back to Bradley’s truck as the night sky faded from dusky twilight to a deep blue. You do keep a few steps behind him, though, to admire the way he fills out his t-shirt and jeans from the back. He’d once again popped the passenger door open for you, and closed it for you before he made his way back over to the driver’s side. Then, once he’s situated in the driver’s seat, he’s peeling out of the parking lot and heading back to your place.

The windows are rolled down as Bradley’s truck speeds along the road, and the cool breeze from earlier is back and blowing through the cab of the truck. The drive passes by all too quickly, with you needing to give Bradley directions the closer you get, and before you know it he’s pulling into your driveway. He parks the truck and turns the engine off. A beat of silence passes between the two of you before you turn to him and smile.

“Thank you for tonight,” you tell him, and you catch a flash of his teeth as he smiles.

“I should be thanking you. I’m glad you let me take you out.” He’s so earnest, maybe just a bit too earnest, but you have a feeling that he’s not quite as slick as some of his friends had been at the bar when you’d met. Which wasn’t entirely a bad thing; as pretty as the green eyed blond who’d been chatting up your best friend had been, he seemed just a little too full of himself. Bradley was much more your type (though you’d probably wait to admit that, that’s more of a post-third date kind of thing, if you got a third date, that is. You hope you do).

Though you don’t really want to date to end, judging by the time glowing on the dashboard of the truck (which Bradley had insisted was only thirteen minutes behind and it had been since his father owned it, and was lovingly referred to as running on ‘Goose time’, which you hoped he’d explain in the future), it was getting pretty late and you weren’t sure if he had to work in the morning. If he did, then he probably should have been at home a while ago.

“I should probably let you get going.” You unbuckle your seatbelt and grab your bag, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think you almost saw a pout cross Bradley’s face. But he nods, unbuckling his own seatbelt.

“At least let me walk you to your door,” he says, and before you can protest he’s popping open his door and you watch him jog around the front of his truck to your side. He fiddles with the door handle for a minute before he gets it open, and when he does he offers you his other hand to help you out of the Bronco. You take it, and once you’re clear he closes the truck door–and doesn’t let go of your hand as he walks all the way down the driveway, up your front steps, and stops in front of your door.

The two of you stand on the porch, his calloused hand still clasped around your own as the dim, yellow light shining above your door illuminates the space around you. A few moths are bobbing and weaving around said light, a few of them getting a bit too close and dropping down before flying back up again in an endless cycle.

“Is it alright if I kiss you goodnight?” he asks, voice a little huskier than it had been all night as he breaks the silence, and you feel cool relief flood through you when you nod because yes, absolutely, you definitely want this man to kiss you, and it feels good to know he wants to kiss you, too.

You hadn’t been quite sure what to expect, though; would he be eager? Pushy? Sloppy?

Thankfully he’s none of those things–sure, Bradley’s lips are more than a little chapped, but that’s not surprising given what he does for work. But they’re also warm, and the gentle pressure behind the kiss has you closing your eyes and leaning into him. His mustache tickles against your skin, brushing against it as his mouth works against yours.

When you pull back due to the rather unfortunate need that your body has for oxygen, you take a moment to scan his face in the dim porch light. He’s got scars on his cheek, chin, and neck, you realize, and they gleam almost silver as you take them in. There’s a tiny smattering of barely there freckles that dot his nose, and one of his deep brown curls is hanging loose and slightly over his forehead. You wonder what it would be like to reach up and brush it away, but decide that the first date maybe isn’t the right time for that. His eyes are crinkled at the corner, crow’s feet softening his deep brown eyes as he looks down at you.

“That was… wow,” he tells you, which is probably pretty close to what you’d have said, because he’s not wrong. “I mean, better than just wow, but this is probably where I should get going before I make a total fool of myself. Thanks again for tonight.” He squeezes your hand one more time before he’s turning and stepping back off your porch to head towards his truck. You dig your keys out of your bag and unlock your door.

“Get home safe,” you call after him, and he waves back at you over his shoulder with a loud laugh. You step inside after you watch him get into the driver’s side, and close and lock your door as you hear the Bronco speed off into the night.

And about half an hour later, while you’re laying in bed, your phone screen lights up with a notification from Bradley–he’s home safe, he just wanted to let you know so that you don’t worry about him, and he’d love to take you out again, if that’s something you want. You look over at the sunflowers on your dresser, yellow ribbon still tied around them, and you can’t help the smile on your face as you tell him a second date is more than alright with you.

#top gun maverick #top gun maverick fic #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster fanfic #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw fic #nova 💫

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wonjns · 2 years

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holy shit yes but i feel like jake is a strong contender too i mean the amount of gay shit he has done is too much to count

he'd probably ogle when he sees a pretty/hot fanboy

° Enhypen Hyung Line Reaction to a Fanboy

notes; PLEASE BECAUSE YOU LITERALLY READ MY MIND ABOUT JAKE. i wrote this while traveling w/o any wifi before i even saw your reply so i feel like that says a lot about jakejdhdhh. ur asks literally inspired me last minute to make it a reaction for hl and it’s lowkey pretty soft 🥺 but i’m ngl i resisted a bunch from going a wild route bc thinking about jay and sunghoon was really doing me in LMAOO. i rlly didn’t mean for them to be so long tho

heeseung ; ♛

• he had to stifle a huge smile from growing on his face when he saw you. actually noticed you in his peripherals when you were a couple stops away, having your time with another member

• so naturally, his excitement and nervousness grew because he was anticipating your turn. he didn’t expect to see any boys at their fansign since it was such a rare occurrence, especially ones as cute as you

• when you were finally face to face, he couldn’t help but return your shy smile and showing his beautiful pearly whites

• he would intentionally listen to you as you told him your name and little facts about yourself while you fumbled around with your album. you would tell him how much you admired him as a performer and person, how often you watched his livestreams, etc.

• heeseung blushed at your compliments. he thanked you while signing your album and poster cards, and included his gratitude for you dealing with the mass of screaming girls and continuing to support him despite there not many other males in the crowds.

• you were surprised at how many questions he had for you, though.

• he asked you what your favorite song/album/mv was, how long you’ve been a fan, and was genuinely just interested in you. he blushed even harder and couldn’t stop giggling when you told him you actually learned one of their dances from his fancam.

• “hopefully you can show me one day” HELP&:$! he’d be so corny but so sweet.

• your were fidgeting so much with the merchandise as you spoke that heeseung acted on impulse - taking your hands into his larger and warmer ones. they were so soft,, you couldn’t believe it and could’ve sworn you grew dizzy for a moment

• you didn’t wanna leave, but when staff signaled that it was time to move on, heeseung thanked you again before you got up to move. he couldn’t bring himself to break the gaze he had on you until you were out of sight, forcing him to snap back to reality.

jay ; ♤

• his behavior would completely depend on the day.

• despite his cool, unbothered, “swagger” exterior, jay could also become quite timid in the rare occurrence of a fanboy greeting him excitedly.

• he usually gives very strong “no homo, bro” vibes, but coming face to face with you practically threw that demeanor out the window.

• an initial shock played across his face, but unluckily for you, every ounce of his boldness took over once he saw how head over heels for him you were.

• when you were enthusiastically waving as a greeting, he immediately jumped at the opportunity to close the space between your hands and took them in his.

• he did the Jay Smirk™ when he noticed your condition quickly swap from hyper to speechless; eyes glued to how his smooth, tan hands gently ran over yours.

• he asked you short-worded questions, examining you while you enthusiastically babbled drawn out answers, trying to disguise your sudden nervousness. he hadn’t even touched your album yet lmfao.

• however, what you never saw coming was his reaction when you had answered his question of who your favorite member was.

• “w-well.... you of course, hyung.”

• God his eyes almost rolled back from the boost of satisfaction he felt from hearing the nickname. this was affecting him all too much.

• jay flexed his jaw, trying to suppress his shyness from resurfacing.

• when he finally started signing your merch, you told him you watched all of his videos often, hoping to be as cool as him someday. he cocked an eyebrow at you, asking which was your favorite fancam of his. he offered a dorky smile while averting his eyes back down to signing your things when you told him your answer, him remembering he was wearing a sleeveless shirt that stage. it’s like he was getting off on your praise and adoration.

• “yeah, that is a pretty good one, isn it.”

• after you got home, you looked through your poster and noticed it read: ‘you’re already pretty cool, but keep watching my videos ;)’ . you felt feint.

jake ; ♞

• pls,, why was he more excited than you were.

• this man is so giddy you would’ve thought he was at your fan meeting.

• like his eyes were literally sparkling with amazement. you looked like the most adorable thing in your oversized enhypen hoodie. definitely the prettiest boy he’d seen in a long time, and that’s saying a lot with people like sunghoon in his group.

• you barely had time to sit down before this golden retriever excitedly grabbed your hands. you lightly blushed, but the happiness was easily reciprocated as you exchanged bright smiles during a long pause (which could’ve easily been an awkward moment, had you two not been giggling at each other the whole time.)

• “we don’t get to see many of our guy fans, are you enjoying yourself today?” he sincerely asked, hoping you didn’t feel uncomfortable at all.

• you put his worries to ease when you explained how much fun you were having, and how every effort was worth it now that you got to meet him in person.

• he continued to make small talk with you, complimenting you everywhere from your features to your clothes while his eager thumbs traced shapes into the back of your hands.

• this caused you to chuckle even more, the sound of your voice sending him into the clouds. you had to have been the cutest thing he saw that day, and he had to fight his primal instincts of just reaching across the table and placing you in his lap to smother you with affection.

• jake reluctantly pulled his hands away from yours to grab a sharpie and sign your merchandise.

• he signed it: “To: Y/N-ie”, shamelessly scribbling hearts all around your name & drawing winky faces anywhere he found necessary. you wondered how he felt so comfortable showing no form of restraint whatsoever.

sunghoon ; ♢

• FLIRTTT. flirt.

• he flirts.

• hoon would be so insufferable oh my god. he knows his power and abuses it.

• from the minute you shyly sat down infront of him, he knew he was your favorite. he could probably tell from the way you were gawking at him and sparing awkward glances around the room - but could anyone blame you?? he’s gorgeous.

• the way the light was hitting his platinum hair, the valleys of his ever-growing biceps, his gorgeous dark eyes twinkling at you with expectation.... you were practically putty. he already looked stunning on your phone screen, but in person it was like he unlocked a whole new level of fine.

• he smirked while greeting you, being the first to speak up (something he usually didn’t have to do, but the sight of you immediately put him into a teasing mood).

• “i always say all engene are pretty, but it’s nice to know we have such handsome fan boys, too.”

• you almost melted on the spot. when you finally managed to lock and maintain eye contact with him, he slowly ran his fingers through his hair. he even seemed to “casually” flex his new found muscles while doing so. what a dick.

• he cocked his head to the side knowingly when you began stuttering because of the sight before you, playing with your own fingers in order to make yourself concentrate.

• sunghoon chuckled before reaching out and gently nudging your fiddling hands away from your album, pulling it towards him to sign. you could feel his fleeting touch linger on your hands even long after he retracted them.

• afterwards, he encased both of your hands in his, asking you if had anything to eat that day. his sharp canines only became more visible when he grinned after you explained you skipped lunch to get there as early as possible.

• “i hope you come see me again,” he commented lowly with a wink whenever it was time to move on, making an undisguisable blush creep on your face.

• he was reveling in how flustered you were, loving that he had this effect on more than just girls.

sunoo ; ♡

• boyyyy he was so relieved, and his aura even seemed immediately relaxed when you sat down. the atmosphere suddenly shifted from fan-meeting-idol to two buddies just getting together for a lunch date.

• he smiled brightly at you with his adorable puffy cheeks, enamored with your style right away - not wasting a second in complimenting you.

• he was talking to you so casually pls, his facial expressions fluctuating all sorts of ways as he spoke. he really did just need a gossip buddy. he even covered his mouth whispering as he made certain comments, being hyper-aware of the cameras that were surely recording him that very moment.

• “i love all our fans ofc, but some of them can just be so extra sometimes.”

• please he’s so shadyhfhdhdg

• you know this vid of seohyun and hyoyeon? yea that’s y’all.

• sunoo finds it pretty rare when he sees another boy that rivals his cuteness, so it’s no wonder he took a liking to you immediately.

• when you would talk about your favorite songs or members, he would hum along but wouldn’t hesitate for a second to sassily disagree with you on certain topics.

• “really, that was your favorite stage? i don’t know, i feel like niki was trying too hard. and i hated our styling.” before you mutually erupted in endless giggles

• ugh truly just best friend vibes like you guys would be kekeing so much (probably talking shit about everyone else in the room) within those few short minutes.

• “you think i’m the funniest member? i’m glad i found someone that finally agrees”.

#🌸flwr;scenarios #💌flwr;reqs #enhypen male reader #enhypen x male reader #enhypen #enhypen fluff #kpop x male reader #kpop male reader #kpop imagines #sunghoon x male reader #jay x male reader #enhypen x reader #heeseung x male reader

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bibbykins · 7 months

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Moonlight reign sneak peek? 🥺

Since you asked so cutely~

“Jung Hoseok.” He introduced himself with a tight smile, and the familiarity of the name made you internally curse as he shook hands with your coworker. His name was on all of the pain meds in Jungkook’s medicine cabinet. You had only seen it from the times you had to seriously patch him up, and now you regretted committing the name to memory.

“Kang Changhyun, I’m a teacher here.” He smiled.

Hoseok nodded, “I’m y/n’s… friend.” He said the title in a way that made Changhyun bristle and you scrunch your brows, “I was coming to pick her up for lunch, but–”

“I told you I had planned to eat lunch with a coworker.” Changhyun flinched at the title, which Hoseok noticed when you failed to, “Did you get the day wrong?” The lie was awkward and stiff, but it matched the vibe just fine. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that you had little to no undercover training, and it was kind of endearing to the pharmacist to watch you flounder around for a lie. If you were putting up an act in doing that, he was beyond impressed. However, your eyes were too sincere to even consider that a viable possibility. You utterly fascinated him in all of the ways you should’ve bored him to tears.

He laughed, giving you a moment to study him in his casual streetwear and beanie. His smile was surprisingly genuine as he regarded you, which was a welcome contrast to the other bosses you had encountered. Neither Namjoon nor Yoongi were all that horrible to you, but you couldn’t really place how much they disliked you. However, Hoseok was either a great actor or just genuinely kind toward you as he playfully smacked his forehead, “Ah, it’s Tuesday, isn’t it?” You nodded, swallowing hard, feeling like you were at that improv class Jungkook dragged you to years ago all over again, “I thought it was Wednesday.” He chuckled, shaking his head.

Changhyun laughed along with him before a subtle glare silenced hime. You looked between the two, perplexed, “Uh-huh…” You trailed off, unsure what the hell to say at this point.

Hoseok could’ve taken this lull as the opportunity to take his leave, but something about the way that teacher studied you made his skin crawl. Either you were extremely shy about your affections or you had no idea this guy was into you, “I almost thought I interrupted a date.” He said, looking at Changhyun before laughing.

You balked at this, giving him his answer. You were clueless, and why wouldn’t you be? The other guys, including him, didn’t want to believe him when Jungkook said it, but you were woefully inexperienced in the modern world, “A date?!” You’d gone on a few dates before in college, but nothing beyond that.

#ask #moonlight reign #sneak peek

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cathwritestragediesnotsins · 1 year

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i'll be honest idk how this works but i have a feeling you alr know my ships too well lmao. oli she/her & my mbti should be infp orrrrrr intp i can't remember hehe :D congrats on 1k cath!

No worries! After doing research it seems to me like you’re a INFP but I could be wrong. Also since you didn’t include sexual preferences I just went with whatever felt right but if you’d like me to redo it let me know it’s no problem :)

Anyway, on to the ship!

I ship you with: Sero Hanta!

(Pls this gif is so funny to me)

Congratulations you get one of your blorbos!

I love to ship my moots with their blorbos but rest assured I also genuinely think this would be such a cute relationship?? Like pls?? Where can I get something like what you two have??

Sero is great bc he is very versatile, he can be very laid back but he also definitely knows how to join in the chaos. (He also instigates things 100% for his own entertainment you cannot convince me otherwise)

I just feel like this would be such a good relationship bc Sero is always getting over looked but you, you noticed him and kept paying attention. You knew he was special. I just know you would cherish him and take such good care of him and that’s exactly what he deserves.

I’m sure he gets insecure about his quirk and maybe he gets worried that he won’t be a good hero or something and you would shut that shit down SO FAST telling him how much you love him and how he’s going to be an amazing hero. Your favorite hero.

And just imagine all the soft looks he would giving you 🥺 like boy constantly has an arm wrapped around your shoulders or your waist or is holding your hand bc he loves to be close to you and imagine him just standing there with his arms around you giving you such a fond look while you ramble about something you’re excited about to Mina. And she can see him simping over your shoulder and PLS WHERE CAN I GET ONE

In conclusion Sero is prime bf material and I couldn’t be happier for him to have found someone like you :)

#posts by cath #ships by cath #Cath does ships #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #hanta sero #sero hanta #sero x reader #sero hanta x reader #sero x oli #Cath’s 1k celebration #Cath loves her moots #Cath’s friends #Cath plays matchmaker

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blackacre13 · 3 years

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hiiiii i’ve been very into carol lately and your carol x therese mommy fic is just so gooood, i love the way you write! could you maybe write another mommy kink fic with therese being a brat or acting up and carol has to put her in her place? extra points if orgasm denial/overstim is included 🥺❤️thank yoooouuuu!! have a good day and stay safe!

Thank you so much! I’m so glad you enjoyed it (was my first attempt at Carol x Therese and that kink lol but I’m glad it works!) Here you are! You too!!💛

“You couldn’t have called?” Therese sighed, rapping her nails against the table as Carol walked in, not bothering to look up and meet her eyes.

“I’m sorry, dearest,” Carol spoke genuinely. “Traffic was a nightmare. Did I ruin dinner? Let me take you out.”

“You were with her again, weren’t you?” Therese hissed, looking up with sad eyes that quickly flashed to anger as Carol laughed.

“That’s how every weekend works, darling,” Carol hummed, hanging up her coat. She walked around the table to put her arms around the brunette, but Therese let out a deep huff, pushing Carol away as she stood.

“I can just serve dinner cold,” Therese sighed, slamming the chicken down on the table before sliding a fork dangerously fast towards Carol followed by a plate slammed down, rattling around near the edge.

“Therese,” Carol gasped. “What has gotten into you? I love you more than anything, dearest. But she means the world to me. Surely you can’t—“

“The world?” Therese scoffed. “Nice, Carol. While I’m here cleaning and cooking some bullshit thing called marriage chicken you’re out with Abby doing god knows what and—“

“With Abby?” Carol asked, confused. “Therese—“

“I don’t want to hear it,” Therese spat, starting to walk away as Carol caught her wrist.

“Sweetheart,” Carol purred, her lips curling into a knowing smile. “Are you jealous I was spending my time with someone so beautiful?”

“You really don’t know how to grovel do you?” Therese grumbled, trying to back away from Carol.

“She’s cute,” Carol shrugged. “Smart too. And I know you’d think her mother is gorgeous.”

“Carol!” Therese screeched, tugging away with more force as she headed towards the door, her hand inches from the knob.

“It was Rindy.”

Carol could practically see Therese’s face fall even from the back of her head as her shoulders dropped, slowly realizing her slip up.

“Told you she was cute,” Carol smirked, moving forward, biding her time until she was right behind Therese. She framed Therese with her arms up against the door, pushing her hips into the brunette’s. “You think I would talk about another woman that way? When I have someone who looks like you waiting at home for me?”

“You could’ve called,” Therese whispered.

“What if I was just so excited to get home and see you?” Carol asked. “To tell you about my day. Tell you how excited Rindy is for dinner with you next week.”

“Carol, you still—“

“And you thought I was out with another woman,” the blonde scoffed. “Thought so low of me and then thought I was prancing back in here to brag about it when all I was really thinking about was getting home to you.”

“I’m sorry, Carol,” Therese whispered. “I didn’t—“

“You’re what?” Carol hissed, grinding against the younger woman.

“I’m sorry, mommy,” Therese whispered, trying to move back against Carol as she smirked.

“That’s what I thought,” Carol hummed. “Did you still want dinner, darling or—“

“Take me to bed,” the brunette mumbled.

Carol raised an eyebrow that Therese couldn’t see.

“Please, mommy,” Therese whispered. “I’ll be good.”

“What makes you think you deserve me making you feel so good, darling? You were such a naughty girl.”

“I—I don’t think I do,” Therese frowned, turning around.

“You don’t?” Carol asked, taken aback. She hadn’t truly meant it, clearly, with the other woman pressed against their wall.

“I think I deserve to be punished,” Therese whimpered, Carol’s perfectly manicured nails almost slipping from the wall in surprise as her stomach fluttered.

“Then mommy will teach you a lesson,” Carol agreed, her voice going dangerously low. “Take off your clothes.”

“Right here? But Carol I—“

“Don’t make me ask twice, darling,” Carol hummed, an edge to her tone.

She watched the brunette undress, her clothing pooling to the floor. And then Carol’s hands were on her in an instant, stroking down her back and down the curves of her hips before landing with a sharp slap on her ass, the skin blooming pink.

“Anything to say to me?”

“I’m sorry, mommy,” Therese whispered.

Another spank.

Therese panted out at the motion, her legs shaking slightly.

“Go wait for me on the bed,” Carol instructed, rubbing at Therese’s ass to soothe it. “On your knees.”

She moved away from Therese, watching her retreat into their room before carefully stepping out of her own clothes, knowing it would take Therese by surprise.

She stalked towards the bedroom, only in her underwear, garter and thigh-highs, kneeling on the bed behind Therese as she let her breasts settle against the brunette’s back, her nipples perky against her as Therese let out a soft moan.

“Will you be a good girl for mommy?” Carol whispered, running a hand over the younger woman’s shoulder to fondle a breast as the other trailed down her stomach and towards her waiting heat.

“Yes, mommy,” Therese nodded, her hips trying to move.

Carol’s fingers danced over Therese’s heat, two fingers dipping inside her as they both moaned out, feeling how wet the brunette was for her. Carol pumped slowly as Therese moaned, leaning back against her trying to grab at her waist and hips.

“I’m close,” Therese panted.

“Already?” Carol whispered. “Well, we can’t have that.”

“But—“ Therese panted.

Carol stopped her movements, moving to circle Therese’s clit lightly for a moment as the younger girl squirmed in front of her.

“You promised me you’d be good for me,” Carol reminded her. “So I need you to tell me when you get close. Every. Time.”

“Every time?”

“Of course, darling,” Carol chuckled. “Then I know when to stop. Can’t have you come for me without permission now, can I?”

“No, mommy,” Therese panted, trying not to groan in frustration as Carol slid three fingers inside her, the brunette clenching around her with a gasp. “I’ll be good. I’ll be good for you.”

“So good for me,” the blonde murmured, licking along Therese’s neck. “Such a good girl for mommy.”

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