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Guys when I tell you I’m trying soo hard to finish these smut fic :( I can’t continue them right now like I have not motivation and I don’t know how to finish them but I’ll hopefully have something else out soon because it’s been a few days since my last post lol

AWWWWW I am clumsy as fuck so this is so real

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Can I request a fluff Aj x fem reader where they decided to go on a hike and they were being playful so they raced to a certain point and reader falls down and gets injured then Aj takes care of reader🥹🥹🥹and attends to her wounds and Aj just prevents reader from getting up or doing anything around the house🥹🥹🥹🥹

Into the future

AJ Campos x fem! reader(married au)

Warnings: fluff, coarse language, falling/injury, slight mentions of blood, implied smut/tiny make-out at the very end

In which a usual morning hike takes a painful turn, leaving you unable to do much of anything at all afterwards. But only because AJ wouldn’t let you

“Hey.” AJ nudges you softly.

You cast your glance on her, “Yeah?”

“Should we go for a hike? It’s so early, maybe we could catch the sunset on the way.” She suggested.

“Good idea. Neither of us can sleep, so might as well get out of bed and get moving.” You laugh, pulling the blanket of yourself and stepping out of bed. AJ follows suit.

Living near the hills, it was a rather short drive to the trail. Once there, you and AJ started walking uphill, along with a small handful of other hikers who you both greeted politely along the way. But also for safety— so they recognised you if, knock on wood, anything were to happen.

You and AJ moved from New York to Los Angeles recently and were still in the midst of getting used to everything here. The neighbours, the neighbourhoods, the stores, the restaurants, the people. Just…overall trying to build a whole new life in this whole new city.

“I’m glad we moved here.” You said, walking beside her.

“Me too, baby.” AJ glances at you and smiles, “It’s quite nice, having the space. And ‘breathing room’ in general compared to y’know, New York. We lived away from the city but were close enough to be there often, so you know what I mean?”

“Totally.” You nodded, looking around. “I mean, expenses wise I’m not seeing too much of a difference but maybe that’s just a me problem.”

She chuckles, “We’ll work it out. But so far, we’re pretty comfortable.”

“I know we are. And it’s still so crazy to think about— like what do you mean I am an actress now?”

“Hey, if it helps pay the bills and is something you like doing? That’s amazing.” AJ grabs your arm and linked hers with yours, leaning onto your shoulder briefly.

“Barely.” You laugh, “I’m unemployed. Again.”

“Hey. I’m working too, you know?” She jokes, “We’ll be fine.”

“I know, I know.” You sigh softly, stopping in your tracks to turn and look at the scenery— the city beneath your feet. “It’s just sometimes…I worry, maybe a little too much.”

“Well, and I’ll be right here no matter what.” She swings your hands slightly, “We’re doing just fine, I promise you.” Pressing a kiss to the back of your hand, she brushes her thumb over your knuckles.

You give her hand a squeeze in response.

“You want some water?” She asks. “No, I’m good. Not yet.” You say. “Okay.” AJ replies then took the water bottle out from the backpack to take a sip.

After that, the hike resumes— walking and stopping every so often to take in the peacefulness and the sounds of the city waking up, and the gentle breeze in your hair. Somehow or other, you ended up a little ways ahead of AJ since right now, she’s decided to stop a little bit more to take some photos. With the knowledge that AJ was just several feet behind you, you continued walking ahead. But what you didn’t know what that there’d be joggers and runners— not at 5a.m. Well, it wasn’t always like this back home, at least. Some guy accidentally bumped into you. He apologised, and went on his way. You steadied yourself and then walked barely a couple of feet before someone else brushed past you, making you trip over the uneven ground and you fell. Awkwardly. Breaking the momentum of those joggers and runners.

Hearing the commotion, AJ rushed over but you’d already did a face plant. The second guy helps you up, apologising profusely, “I’m so sorry. I should’ve been more alert of my surroundings.”

“It was an accident—” You said while trying to put weight on both feet again but your right ankle hurt like a bitch. AJ caught you before you fell on your ass.

“Sit down, let me take a look at that.” He says. AJ looked at him a little confused. “I’m a nurse.” He answered.

“Oh.” AJ nodded and helped you sit down on an elevated surface nearby.

Embarrassed, you avoided eye contact with either of them.

“Are you able to move your foot?” He asks and you tried. “A little bit.”

“Well…your ankle isn’t directed in a weird angle— you’re not feeling numbness or tingling?”

“No.”

“Then, I’m certain it’s a sprain.” He assured, “Keep your movements within the pain-free zone. Watch it for the next few days, if anything seems worrisome, go get it checked out.”

“Okay, thanks.” You heaved a sigh of relief. AJ squeezed your shoulders, “Thanks…uh, what’s your name?”

“Isaiah.” He introduced himself, shaking your hand and AJ’s.

“Isaiah. Thanks, for checking her over.” AJ smiled softly.

“No problem, I’m really sorry about this.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just clumsy.” You laughed a little, “We’ll be going. You have a good rest of your day.”

“You guys, too. See you.”

You pushed yourself off the little ledge you were sat on and AJ stops you, as though horrified that you’d injure yourself again. “I’m fine.”

“Not really. I’m gonna give you a piggyback ride. Get on.” She stated.

You squint at her, sulking. “AJ…”

“It’s just till we get to the car, baby.” She cracks a smile, “C’mon, we have to go downhill. I’m not taking that risk now of you possibly falling again and getting a broken bone before the sun even fully rises. You already skinned your knee pretty bad, too.”

“Alright, alright.” You gave in. She picks you up onto her back easily and walked back down to her car, talking to you the whole way knowing that it would distract you from the pain.

Once she got to her car, you grabbed her keys from her pocket and unlocked the car doors. She pulls it open singlehandedly and helped you onto the seat smoothly. “Okay, all good?” She watched you while you buckled your seatbelt.

“Yup.” You gave her a nod. She shuts the door and got in the driver’s seat.

You dozed off for a bit, the fatigue of staying up all night finally getting to you. AJ parks in the garage, silently debating whether or not to wake you. She doesn’t, but carries you into the house and just let you sleep. You did however, nearly wake up when she was walking up the stairs. “It’s alright, honey. Just sleep- you’re tired.” She whispers, “I’m gonna get you in bed and clean up your knee for you, alright?”

You mumbled, arms hooking around her neck as she continued making her way up the stairs. She tries to put you down on the mattress but you refused to let her go. “Baby…” She laughs lightly, “C’mon, I’ll give you cuddles after I’m done.”

You let go. Biting back a smile, AJ went to get the first aid kit to clean the wound on your kneecap. She was glad you fell asleep because then you probably wouldn’t feel as much pain then if you were wide awake. AJ’d helped you wash off most of the bits of dirt and gravel on the wound at the trail. But it still had to be properly disinfected and dressed.

“Ow!” The second the gauze hit your broken skin, and soaked up some of the blood, you seethed, teeth gritted while your eyes screwed shut. Well, you still felt it after all. “Sorry.” She mutters, working as quickly as she could. You flinched a little while she cleaned it up, but nothing too bad. “Okay, I’m done. I’m gonna wrap a bandage around your ankle now then go grab an ice pack for it.”

You didn’t want her to touch your leg anymore because it’ll hurt, but she definitely wanted to get it done. So you just laid there and took it, hoping that by not looking at it, things will be more tolerable. Was that the case? Not exactly.

Since you’d been up for nearly a full day at this point, you were easily drifting in and out of sleep. But only because of whatever AJ was doing with your ankle. You could not actually fall asleep until it stopped getting moved around and the pain stops. Whining pitifully as she wraps the bandage around your ankle, she looks at you for a bit, heart aching seeing you in pain. You both knew you were accident prone, which was why she was the athlete and you were the writer(now an actress, but her point still stands). But when accidents do happen, she hates seeing you all uncomfortable and in pain. “Okay, baby. All done, I’m sorry. Go to sleep.” She leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead before leaving. Your ankle was elevated on a pillow with an ice pack on it to help with the swelling. Once AJ got rid of the trash she returns to the room to stay with you, knowing that you’d like her company. Also, she wanted to get some sleep before she got up again to make breakfast and get started with the day.

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You woke up right when AJ did, only she was already out of bed and all freshened up. “I don’t want you putting weight on your affected foot all the time. Try not to walk around too much.”

“Well, I wanna move around once in awhile, y’know?” You glanced at her, carefully moving your legs off the bed, “It’s not good to just sit for hours and hours. I’ll just end up with more problems.”

“I’ll get you the old crutches from the basement.” She answered.

“Alright.” You agreed, “What’s for breakfast?”

“Waffles?”

Smiling, you nodded your head in agreement. “Yum.”

“Do you want coffee or tea?” She asks, now fully focused on you after she was done doing her hair.

You chuckled, “You.”

She snorted, “Cute. But absolutely not.”

“Aw.” You sulked.

“You just have to try not to put weight on your ankle for 48 hours then once the swelling and pain starts to get better, you can walk a little bit as per usual. Without the crutches then.”

“Okay.” You answered, pouting.

“You’ll be okay, cutie.” She flashes you a sweet smile then bent down to press a kiss to your cheek.

A tiny smile tugs at the corners of your lips.

“I’ll be right back.” She says, disappearing to go retrieve the crutches.

She was right and you knew it, going down two flights of stairs? You definitely needed the crutches to help you unless you wanted to feel the damn pain in your ankle every time you took a step. You were lucky it wasn’t broken or worse, fractured.

After using the bathroom, you made your way downstairs— at last. "I'll handle breakfast. You just focus on relaxing."

"I know, I know." You said back, making your way over to the couch. Plopping down onto it, you grabbed the remote and surfed the channels to see what was on. "Nothing?" "Nothing good." You guffawed, tossing the remote aside, you were then staring into space. After awhile, you said, "I'm just gonna watch you cook."

"If that makes you happy, please do." She giggles, looking over her shoulder. So...that's what you did. You watched your wife make breakfast: waffles, fruit and tea. Then, she was right by your side again to enjoy the meal with you. She was always really efficient in the kitchen— it truly never took her over thirty minutes to prepare anything unless absolutely necessary. "Thank you~" You smiled, mouth stuffed with the waffles. "Not a problem, my love." AJ mirrors your smile, "How's the pain?"

"Eh, it's better."

"Would you want Tylenol? Otherwise we have the gel thing."

"Maybe a little later."

"Okay." AJ nodded, grabbing her mug, "Oh, right. Do you want milk with your tea? I didn't put any for you because you usually don't take it that way." "No, I'm good."

AJ turns the TV back on after a couple minutes and settled on a random channel airing old movies. The one currently on was a comedy, which was great because you sure as hell needed some laughter. Soon enough, it becomes background noise when you started a conversation. "Hey, babe?"

She hums, putting down her fork, "Hm?"

"Have you...ever thought about where we'd be like say, five years into the future?"

"Huh." AJ swallows her last mouthful of food and says, "Yeah, actually. Sometimes. And when I think about it, I see...us, with a pet— a dog, or maybe a cat. And we'd be a family of three. Just maybe, it's not a must for us to get a cat or a dog, or have a kid, but...yeah."

You pondered over her words, mind going back to high school— junior year. When you and AJ first started dating. It was absolutely crazy to see how much your lives seemed to have changed, yet some things still stayed the same. Like your dear friends from high school? You guys are all still friends. Did you all still live in the same town? Nope. Jobs? Most of them are different. Goals? They've changed. The future made you nervous sometimes…

"Yeah." You snapped out of your thoughts, "I think we're on the same page about that. A hundred percent."

But you had AJ, with you through it all. AJ's face lit up with a smile again, and it just made you feel so happy. Her smile was contagious, as was her laugh. She never fails you brighten up your days and made you feel like you were the only girl in the world. So safe, so loved, so wanted.

Leaning over, she presses a kiss to your lips. You licked your lips, chuckling, "I can taste the syrup."

She smirks, "You're lucky I'm not kissing you all over the face." Getting up, she collects your plate and hers then washed them in the kitchen. Once again, you found yourself just watching, no— admiring her.

"AJ?"

"Yeah?" She asks, not bothering to look back.

"I know you said no earlier, but can we find a way? What if I dunno, I just sit?"

She laughs, turning the tap off, "Baby, you're in quite a bit of pain right now. Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure." You answered straightforwardly.

"Then, okay. If you're down, I'm down." She agreed easier than you thought she would. "Just give me a minute. Almost done, baby."

"Mhm. Oh, and could we have pasta for dinner tonight?"

"Dinner?" She glances at you, "I mean, sure."

"Sorry, I'm just...craving it. I don't know why."

"I think I do." AJ teases.

"Well, then." You sulked jokingly.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." She says to you while drying off her hands then walking back to you. With a playful glint in her eyes. You knew exactly what that look meant. She wanted you just as bad as you wanted her. Grinning as she leaned in, she cups your cheek while very carefully straddling you. "Hi, cutie." She broke away from the kiss to look at you.

"Hi." You smiled, "Just kiss me already." "Horny." She teased before reconnecting your lips.

You rolled your eyes while leaning back in, "Got a problem?"

"Mm-mm, no."

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LIKE IT? GIRL I LOVE IT!!! YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING AS ALWAYS 💞💞💞

Heyyyy I have a request but like I don’t know what character so I’ll leave that up to you

Reader has been a little distracted by the pretty girl that recently started working at the same place as her…will she make a move? Is the pretty girl gay? Questions need answers but reader is a little awkward especially around a girl such a pretty girl what will happen?

Sorry this is so vague :( my brain is sooo fried lol

Coffeehouse Crush

Amber Appleton x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, coarse language, reader and Amber are both flustered, awkward messes lol

In which reader, a small town gay finds herself falling hard and fast for the new girl at work. One problem— was she even gay?

“Hey, y/n. Later, we have a new staff member joining us. Could I have you be the one to train her? Just for today at least.”

“Oh? Sure, yeah.”

You carried on with your opening duties: wiping down the countertop and equipments, then counting the ‘float money’ to make sure there was the correct amount of cash in the register. “So, she should be here by 8, just show her the ropes. Have her shadow you for the day, hands-on starts tomorrow. You know, cash register, POS system, how to make the drinks.”

“I got it.” You laughed, “Just as long as she isn’t as clueless as Dex, who— thank god, you’ve fired because otherwise we’d be making losses.”

“I think you’ll be just fine. She has experience in F&B.” Your manager assured.

“I’ll hold you to that, Wendy. Okay, three hundred’s in the register— we’re all set.”

“Good.” Wendy shrugs, “Okay, Kaley should be here at 8:30, if she isn’t. We’re on our own.”

“Damn, okay.” You laughed, “Does that mean you’ll be out here too, then?”

“Only if Kaley doesn’t show. Otherwise, you and the new girl will be able to handle it.” Wendy bites back a laugh, “Sunday…it’ll be pretty calm. We’re near a whole bunch of offices and it’s the weekend.”

Wendy heads into her office while you leaned against the counter, watching people walk by. Ten people must’ve walked by in the last few minutes but not one walked in. You decided to take this time to make yourself a drink since there weren’t any customers. Then, you even had the time to drink it.

A few minutes later, a girl— probably your age, walks in. “Hi, I’m Amber. It’s my first day here today.”

“Oh! Right, the manager told me you were.” You snapped out of your thoughts.

Shit, that smile. It was so contagious. She just exudes such a good vibe. Smiling back at her, you introduced yourself, “Amber, I’m y/n. Our manager, Wendy has put me in charge of training you for today. But your job, for now is to just shadow me for the day and familiarise yourself with everything.”

“Hi, y/n.”

“Pick out a locker in the break room to your right, and that’ll be yours. I’ll just go get your apron and name tag for you from Wendy.”

“Okay.” She was still smiling. Damn, was she adorable.

She walks past you to get to the break room, you then went the opposite direction to Wendy’s office. You caught a whiff of her watermelon shampoo when she walked by. Stop it, y/n— that’s creepy.

“Oh, good. She’s here early. Here’s her apron and name tag.” Wendy hands the piece of fabric to you and the name tag. “Thanks.” You took them and exited her office, right when Amber walks back out from the break room. You hand her the items and let her put them on.

“So, today’s Sunday. Sundays are usually our more ‘quiet’ days. Not as many people come by on Sundays since we’re mainly near offices. Before some people start coming in around nine, I think I could probably show you how to make a couple drinks first.”

“Okay.” She nodded, eager.

“I don’t know how you have this much energy in the morning.” You chuckled over your words, reaching your hand out to grab a takeout cup then grabbed the recipe booklet.

“Okay, Amber. Take your pick— which one do you want?”

“What do you mean?”

You snorted, laughing, “Pick a drink you think you’d like— after you make it, you get to have it.”

She squints, “Really?”

“Yeah. I swear.” You nod, “If you don’t believe me, ask Wendy later when she walks out here.”

“No, no, no.” She gasped, “I believe you, it’s just usually. Based on my experience at my old jobs, I had to pay.”

“Not here you don’t.” You assured, “Go on.”

Her hand brushes against yours when she took the laminated booklet from you. You felt a spark, pursing your lips together and looking away from her briefly. She laughs, flipping through the pages. You could feel her gaze on you.

Damn it, Amber. Damn it.

While you taught her how to make the drink she picked out— it was a coconut milk latte, nothing too difficult. You chatted with her, learning way more about her than you’d expected to in such a short period of time. “Hey, y/n.” You heard. But you just could not focus. Your eyes, they were stuck on looking at Amber, looking at her sip on her coffee, happy that she got the hang of it so quickly.

“y/n.” You heard your name again.

“Hey!” You felt a tap on your shoulder. Startled, you gasped and quickly turned around. “Wendy. Oh, my God. Sorry.” You apologised.

“Amber said you scalded your hand. Let me see.” Wendy says, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just a little…distracted.” You say.

“Distracted?” She smirks, looking at you then your hand, then finally at Amber, “I think your hand will be fine but you’ll get a few blisters, but be careful and let them heal properly. Did you run it under cold water yet?”

“No.”

“Go do that. It might lessen the pain for you a little.” Wendy urged. You excused yourself then went to the break room to tend to your burn.

See if this was how working with Amber was going to be like, you would end up with cuts and burns all over yourself from being so distracted by her…beauty.

“Hey!” Amber’s voice cut through the room, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I— I’m okay.”

“Sorry, I scared you. Didn’t I?”

“No, no, no, no…you didn’t— okay, I— I gotta ask you something but I don’t really know how to ask you—”

“Okay, breathe maybe.” She giggles, “Calm down and just ask me whatever you want. I’m all ears.”

And you did, you took a few deep breaths to regulate your breathing and it helped. You felt better and less…flustered.

“Are you gay?” You hurriedly asked.

“I…am bi.” She tells you.

“Are you seeing anyone? Because I kinda, maybe have a crush on you and I need an answer. I don’t want to be weird and just have feelings for someone that’s attached.” You rambled, “Because that would — would be bad, and I don’t want to ruin things for you, and have you hate me—”

“y/n, look at me.” She holds onto your hands gently, “Look at me. And listen closely— I just moved here, I don’t know anyone. I am single, and bi, and I think…you’re really pretty.”

You freaking choked on your own spit. “Uh…” Chuckling in sheer shock, you say, “I’m sorry what?”

“You’re pretty.” She steps forward and cups your cheek, smiling.

“Aw.” You blushed, “Damn. And I thought you were the shy one.”

“Not once you get to know me.” She shrugs, a cheeky grin on her face.

“You…wanna hang out after work?”

“Oh, yeah I sure do.” Amber winks.

You sigh, “Well, I’m looking forward to it. Let’s get back to work, shall we?”

“Yes, we shall.” Amber laughs, lacing your fingers together with hers for a second before letting go.

“Oh, Amber…” A quiet sigh falls from your lips.

“Yes?”

“Nothing. You’re pretty.” You bit back a grin, hiding the blush forming on your cheeks.

“Aw. Aren’t you so sweet?”

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AWWWWWWW THIS IS SO CUTE AND SO MUCH BETTER THAN WHAT I PICTURED IN MY BRAIN WHEN MAKING THAT REQUEST 💕💕💕

Heyyyy I have a request but like I don’t know what character so I’ll leave that up to you

Reader has been a little distracted by the pretty girl that recently started working at the same place as her…will she make a move? Is the pretty girl gay? Questions need answers but reader is a little awkward especially around a girl such a pretty girl what will happen?

Sorry this is so vague :( my brain is sooo fried lol

Coffeehouse Crush

Amber Appleton x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, coarse language, reader and Amber are both flustered, awkward messes lol

In which reader, a small town gay finds herself falling hard and fast for the new girl at work. One problem— was she even gay?

“Hey, y/n. Later, we have a new staff member joining us. Could I have you be the one to train her? Just for today at least.”

“Oh? Sure, yeah.”

You carried on with your opening duties: wiping down the countertop and equipments, then counting the ‘float money’ to make sure there was the correct amount of cash in the register. “So, she should be here by 8, just show her the ropes. Have her shadow you for the day, hands-on starts tomorrow. You know, cash register, POS system, how to make the drinks.”

“I got it.” You laughed, “Just as long as she isn’t as clueless as Dex, who— thank god, you’ve fired because otherwise we’d be making losses.”

“I think you’ll be just fine. She has experience in F&B.” Your manager assured.

“I’ll hold you to that, Wendy. Okay, three hundred’s in the register— we’re all set.”

“Good.” Wendy shrugs, “Okay, Kaley should be here at 8:30, if she isn’t. We’re on our own.”

“Damn, okay.” You laughed, “Does that mean you’ll be out here too, then?”

“Only if Kaley doesn’t show. Otherwise, you and the new girl will be able to handle it.” Wendy bites back a laugh, “Sunday…it’ll be pretty calm. We’re near a whole bunch of offices and it’s the weekend.”

Wendy heads into her office while you leaned against the counter, watching people walk by. Ten people must’ve walked by in the last few minutes but not one walked in. You decided to take this time to make yourself a drink since there weren’t any customers. Then, you even had the time to drink it.

A few minutes later, a girl— probably your age, walks in. “Hi, I’m Amber. It’s my first day here today.”

“Oh! Right, the manager told me you were.” You snapped out of your thoughts.

Shit, that smile. It was so contagious. She just exudes such a good vibe. Smiling back at her, you introduced yourself, “Amber, I’m y/n. Our manager, Wendy has put me in charge of training you for today. But your job, for now is to just shadow me for the day and familiarise yourself with everything.”

“Hi, y/n.”

“Pick out a locker in the break room to your right, and that’ll be yours. I’ll just go get your apron and name tag for you from Wendy.”

“Okay.” She was still smiling. Damn, was she adorable.

She walks past you to get to the break room, you then went the opposite direction to Wendy’s office. You caught a whiff of her watermelon shampoo when she walked by. Stop it, y/n— that’s creepy.

“Oh, good. She’s here early. Here’s her apron and name tag.” Wendy hands the piece of fabric to you and the name tag. “Thanks.” You took them and exited her office, right when Amber walks back out from the break room. You hand her the items and let her put them on.

“So, today’s Sunday. Sundays are usually our more ‘quiet’ days. Not as many people come by on Sundays since we’re mainly near offices. Before some people start coming in around nine, I think I could probably show you how to make a couple drinks first.”

“Okay.” She nodded, eager.

“I don’t know how you have this much energy in the morning.” You chuckled over your words, reaching your hand out to grab a takeout cup then grabbed the recipe booklet.

“Okay, Amber. Take your pick— which one do you want?”

“What do you mean?”

You snorted, laughing, “Pick a drink you think you’d like— after you make it, you get to have it.”

She squints, “Really?”

“Yeah. I swear.” You nod, “If you don’t believe me, ask Wendy later when she walks out here.”

“No, no, no.” She gasped, “I believe you, it’s just usually. Based on my experience at my old jobs, I had to pay.”

“Not here you don’t.” You assured, “Go on.”

Her hand brushes against yours when she took the laminated booklet from you. You felt a spark, pursing your lips together and looking away from her briefly. She laughs, flipping through the pages. You could feel her gaze on you.

Damn it, Amber. Damn it.

While you taught her how to make the drink she picked out— it was a coconut milk latte, nothing too difficult. You chatted with her, learning way more about her than you’d expected to in such a short period of time. “Hey, y/n.” You heard. But you just could not focus. Your eyes, they were stuck on looking at Amber, looking at her sip on her coffee, happy that she got the hang of it so quickly.

“y/n.” You heard your name again.

“Hey!” You felt a tap on your shoulder. Startled, you gasped and quickly turned around. “Wendy. Oh, my God. Sorry.” You apologised.

“Amber said you scalded your hand. Let me see.” Wendy says, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just a little…distracted.” You say.

“Distracted?” She smirks, looking at you then your hand, then finally at Amber, “I think your hand will be fine but you’ll get a few blisters, but be careful and let them heal properly. Did you run it under cold water yet?”

“No.”

“Go do that. It might lessen the pain for you a little.” Wendy urged. You excused yourself then went to the break room to tend to your burn.

See if this was how working with Amber was going to be like, you would end up with cuts and burns all over yourself from being so distracted by her…beauty.

“Hey!” Amber’s voice cut through the room, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I— I’m okay.”

“Sorry, I scared you. Didn’t I?”

“No, no, no, no…you didn’t— okay, I— I gotta ask you something but I don’t really know how to ask you—”

“Okay, breathe maybe.” She giggles, “Calm down and just ask me whatever you want. I’m all ears.”

And you did, you took a few deep breaths to regulate your breathing and it helped. You felt better and less…flustered.

“Are you gay?” You hurriedly asked.

“I…am bi.” She tells you.

“Are you seeing anyone? Because I kinda, maybe have a crush on you and I need an answer. I don’t want to be weird and just have feelings for someone that’s attached.” You rambled, “Because that would — would be bad, and I don’t want to ruin things for you, and have you hate me—”

“y/n, look at me.” She holds onto your hands gently, “Look at me. And listen closely— I just moved here, I don’t know anyone. I am single, and bi, and I think…you’re really pretty.”

You freaking choked on your own spit. “Uh…” Chuckling in sheer shock, you say, “I’m sorry what?”

“You’re pretty.” She steps forward and cups your cheek, smiling.

“Aw.” You blushed, “Damn. And I thought you were the shy one.”

“Not once you get to know me.” She shrugs, a cheeky grin on her face.

“You…wanna hang out after work?”

“Oh, yeah I sure do.” Amber winks.

You sigh, “Well, I’m looking forward to it. Let’s get back to work, shall we?”

“Yes, we shall.” Amber laughs, lacing your fingers together with hers for a second before letting go.

“Oh, Amber…” A quiet sigh falls from your lips.

“Yes?”

“Nothing. You’re pretty.” You bit back a grin, hiding the blush forming on your cheeks.

“Aw. Aren’t you so sweet?”

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WOAH THAT WAS HOT 🥵

Hey! I was wondering if I could request some angsty jealous!reader x lilette where reader is jealous of how much time lilette is spending with her scene partner, possibly ending with smut?

On My Tongue

Lilette Suarez x fem! reader

Warnings: coarse language, bit of quarreling, smut— oral, fingering, toy use(reader receiving)

In which, Lilette makes it up to reader for making her feel jealous

“Hey, what are you up to this afternoon?”

“Oh, I’m meeting with Robbie to run lines for the play. What’s up, babe?”

“Nothing, just wanted to see if you were free to hang out.”

“Oh.” Lilette answers, the excitement gone from her voice, “I’m sorry, bubs. I promise I’ll go to yours once I’m done here, okay?”

“Okay.” You agreed, “Bye, Lil.”

“I’ll see you soon, okay? Love you.”

The thing was this. Lilette always kept to her promise and came to hang out with you every time she was done rehearsing and running lines with her scene partner, Robbie Thorne. He was nice and all, so it was nothing against him. But every time you and Lilette hung out ever since she got cast in the school play, all she could talk about was the play, or rehearsals, this scene and that scene.

You loved that she was so excited, it was adorable. She was adorable going on and on about something she loved. But you, you couldn’t help but feel jealous knowing that she had to prioritise rehearsals right now and for the next month— that’s how long the drama club had left till opening night. You were jealous, of the damn play, but perhaps more so about the fact that Robbie was the one getting to spend that much time with her since most of Lilette’s scenes were with him.

Did you let her know how you felt though? Oh, no way. You could never do that and have yourself seem like a needy little bitch. You’ve sat in at rehearsals a few times but hey, watching them interact made you want to roll your eyes the whole way through, annoyed. You missed her like crazy. You missed spending time with her, and with her current commitment to the play, it’s been crazy hard to get her alone. You weren’t about to ruin it for her because it was the senior play so it was the very last one she’d be able to do.

Oh, and one more thing— no one knew that you and Lilette were together. You were her secret. So if you add that into consideration, it meant that even when you two were together, you had to be so careful because living in this small town? Everyone knew everyone. And they talk. A lot. Your biggest worry? Her mother.

It was Friday and you guys had the day off school so you’d slept in till about 9:30 which was considered pretty late for you since you tended to wake up naturally before 8a.m. no matter what. Putting your phone aside, you got up to get freshened up and do some chores. Then, you had breakfast. Nothing fancy, just made yourself a bowl of oatmeal with strawberries and peanut butter. You stared into space while you ate, your mind subconsciously drifting back to think about Lilette after awhile. You sigh. “Stop it, y/n.” You chided yourself, “Nothing to be jealous about. She already said she’ll come over here later.”

Washing up your bowl and spoon, you went back to your room and curled up under the covers to read a book while you let your phone charge. Now that. That went well. You did not think about Lilette once. Feeling a little restless and thirsty, you got out of bed to stretch and get yourself a drink. Once you returned to your little safe place, your phone buzzed on the vanity. Lilette’d texted you.

But somehow, you just weren’t feeling excited anymore. Instead, you scoffed and felt so annoyed and you could not help yourself. You didn’t know how or why, but yet, here you are. Feeling like shit.

Obviously, seeing your unusual response, she calls you.

“Nothing’s wrong.” You deadpanned.

“Something’s bothering you.” She stated. She was right— but you couldn’t verbalise what was bothering you.

“Can we just talk when you get here? I can’t do this right now?” You answered hurriedly.

With a soft sigh, she agrees and hung up after saying bye. You slapped yourself on the cheek lightly, “What the fuck is wrong with you, y/n? She comes over early, you’re not happy. She promises to spend time with you and she’s been doing that— you’re also not happy. What the hell do you want?”

Getting so caught up in your thoughts, you didn’t even hear the knocking on the door. Until, you heard your name. Lilette was here. You scurried to the door to let her in. “Sorry…I was— I was uh, thinking.” Lilette shows up right around lunchtime.

She chuckles dryly, stepping inside your apartment. “Right.”

You squinted at her, taken aback by her response. “What?”

“Stop it, y/n. I’m sick of this, you know? You distancing yourself from me when something’s very clearly bothering you. It’s been going on for what, three, four weeks now?” Lilette snapped. You flinched, backing away from her. Tears immediately pricked at your eyes. You hated that you were like this. You hated that Lilette had moments like this, thanks to her Mother. Her mother’s tone of voice and reaction to things in situations like these ones. It wasn’t her fault, this was the only reaction she knew because that’s what she was taught inevitably growing up.

“Will you just talk to me?”

Damn, now you couldn’t. You were feeling that painful lump in your throat and you looked down at your feet.

Her backpack lands on the floor with a thud. You flinch again, “Fuck! I don’t— I don’t know what’s wrong okay? Fuck it, I don’t understand what I’m feeling. Why I’m feeling this way. I hate it, I hate myself. I hate that I’m like this. I don’t know why I hate that you have to be at rehearsals and running lines all the damn time even though I know you have to because the play’s coming up. And you’re fucking good at it and I’m happy for you, I think it’s fucking cute that you’re so happy and excited to be in the play so it’s my problem that I’m feeling so negative. I just— ugh! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please—”

You rambled, and Lilette gets snapped out of her little mood as she heard more and more of your words, when she heard you get more and more distraught.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve just talked to you instead of trying to deny how I was feeling.”

Lilette swallowed her words and just hugged you, “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. That was wrong and not at all helpful.”

You burst into tears, tears seeping into her shirt, “I’m sorry. I know I need to change, I just— I need —”

“I know, baby. I know. You’ll be okay, one day at a time, y/n. You’re already going to therapy, you’re on the right track.” She rubs your back. “I’m not mad at you, okay? I promise. I’m still working through that whole thing regarding my Mom. I just— sometimes, it still happens. I get upset and my first reaction is to yell, but that’s not going to help.”

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After awhile, she broke away from the hug. “How can I make it up to you, hm?” She asks, looking at you as she sniffles. You exhaled harshly, pondering over her question.

Then, you looked at her and she looked at you. Up and down. Your eyes meet again, silently answering the question she posed you with. She puts her hair up quickly with the scrunchie on her wrist then pushed you gently onto the armchair. She kneels before you, swiftly pulling down your leggings and underwear in one smooth motion. “I bought you your favourite dessert, you know?” She tells you while her hands went up and down on your bare thighs as her gaze was locked in with yours.

“Then we better finish before it melts.” You guffawed, squirming a bit feeling her fingertips against your skin. Warm, but ticklish. Lilette pushes up one leg of yours and you bent it, the other one rests on her shoulder while she dove right in between your legs. Starting with soft, slow licks that circled your clit which caused an ache each time, your arousal rapidly grew. She was so pleased about it, picking up her pace and started to lick up and down the lengths of your folds. You seethed and whined, squirming in the restrictive seat. “Oh, my fucking God.” You muttered, exhaling shakily.

“Fuck, I could eat you out forever.” She curses, breath fanning against you and making you moan. Lilette only laughs again, making you give her the same reaction. She removes her mouth, eyes flicking downward to look at your cunt. “So pretty…” She licked her lips. “You’re so wet. Why are you so wet, baby?”

“Fucking tease.” You mumbled.

“Oh, of course. It’s been a month since we did anything.” She smirked, “Duh. Making out wasn’t enough for you, right, baby?”

You only whined in response while she inched closer to you again. Your eyes watched her closely as she moves, fighting the very intense urge to whine again. “Oh, just whine all you want.” Lilette said sweetly, causing your cunt to throb. “I love hearing you make that sweet, sweet noise for me, angel.”

Oh, God.

She walks away, and you glared at her. “Easy…I’m just getting something for you from my bag.” Lilette chuckles, unzipping her backpack. You sigh, eyes now on the container that was placed on the coffee table— the tiramisu she’d bought for you.

When she was kneeling between your legs again, you were shocked to say the least. The girl was holding onto a vibrator— a vibrating egg, to be specific.

“When the hell did you get the time to buy that?”

“I bought it online and had it shipped to my P.O. box.” She replied nonchalantly, turning on the toy.

“You actually got a P.O. box?” You asked, a little surprised.

“Yes.” She stated, “You want me to fuck you pr not?”

“Is that even a question?” You sassed. Lilette gives you a bewildered look, brows raised as the smirk returns to her face.

She was definitely going to make you pay for that attitude. Inserting the toy into you without much of a warning, you yelped, hips lifting up against your will. Unfazed, but very content, Lilette moved your legs to their original positions and resumed her stimulating of your clit while the toy worked on the internal part of the work.

The girl was sweet and innocent to anyone but you. At least in public she was…when alone? Lilette wasn’t afraid to explore fantasies and new things. You living alone gave her an advantage — She had a place to go to that she didn’t have to worry about privacy. Her combination of techniques had you soaking the leather beneath you— scary quick. She somehow saw you grabbing your boob and smacked your hand away. You whined very loudly, very frustrated, but she swiftly took over your hand and groped the hell out of it, forcing endless noises of pleasure to erupt from your throat. You were so desperate for her touch after such a long time that every gesture from her sent you closer and closer to tears.

“Oh, God. Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” You pleaded, a quiver in your voice.

She listens to you instead of doing what she wanted. Lilette would usually stop her ministrations when you pleaded her to continue, you guessed that this time was a little different. “This enough for you?” She asks, voice muffled since she was buried deep in your pussy.

You let out a strained cry, “Fuck. You are so fucking good at this.”

The girl damn near bit onto your clit. If you didn’t squirm, she would’ve. “Shit.” You panted, feeling her tongue go faster and faster, then the toy went faster. Somehow.

You seethed, licking your lips, “Babe— I’m close—” Instantly, she pulled the vibrator out of you and abandoned it. “Fuck— fuck—” You cursed, clenching around nothing while the ache and pleasure grew and grew to no end. She was keeping you just stimulated enough for a damn long time. The edge seemed so close yet so far away. It was building and building to a brim. “Baby, please. Please, I need to come, please.” You hurriedly spat out.

Two fingers of hers replaced the vibrator and curled upwards to hit your g-spot mercilessly to chase your high. It absolutely did not take her long to make you come. And so very intensely. The fluttering in your core got so extreme it eventually becomes an ache as she helps you ride out your high. Seeing that you were in tears she was fucking proud of what she’d just accomplished.

“You’re so hot, baby…” She complimented, Handsome caressing your thigh as she moves herself up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on her lips. “Such a good girl, aren’t you? Coming for me so easily and so much…you feel amazing on my tongue.”

“If you keep talking, I’m about come again, Lilette.” You scoff.

“Oh, please do. That’d be such a treat for me…” Lilette smiled at you, sitting on the floor, her hand dangerously close to your apex. “You wanna come again, baby? I can give you that. Does my baby want that?”

Oh, fuck it. “Fuck, yes. Make me come again. Make me squirt for all I care.”

“Oh, a challenge?” She raised her brows, “Game on, y/n. Game on. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to think about anything but me.”

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