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paring: florence pugh x innocent!fem!reader

tag(s): nsfw, smut with no plot bitchez, innocent r (or at least I tried), dom flo (or at least I tried)

warning(s): MDNI, wlw sex, explicit smut, legally age gap, oral sex (r receiving), vaginal fingering (r receiving), kinda innocent virgin r, grammatical error

word count: 2.3k

note: here's the winner of the pool :D. So, go easy with me on this one. I'm still practicing how to write smut, so bare with me. I'll get better in time. NOT ME WRITING 'Don't worry, darling'. I SAW AN OPPORTUNITY AND I TOOK IT, NO REGRETS. Also, I just want to say how hard it is to write this shit. Like I can picture the whole thing in my head, but I need to add emotions to it, you know. It's not as easy as I always thought it was. Anyways, I'm not a native speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you guys enjoy! <3

note 2: would you guys be interested in dark smut content for Florence? Like I've seen it for Lizzie, Scarlet and their marvel characters. But there's not much for Florence. And I'm a really kinky bitch, so I wouldn't mind writing it. But would any of you read that kind of content? 🤭

requests are open! + check my rules here <3

The fact that you were Florence’s little sister’s best friends and off limits, because Raffie said so, was a major turn on for the blonde. 

She wasn’t sure if it was because of your big doe eyes, your obliviousness towards her dirty jokes or just your shyness. But there was something about you that just set her skin on fire. 

You had always piqued her interest. And now that your body resembled the one of a young beautiful woman, she was even more curious about you. Well, maybe just curious about your body. Lucky for her, her curiosity would be soon satisfied. 

You were waiting for Raffie to get off work. Naturally, you were at the Pughs, since it was pretty much your second home. But no Pughs were actually around. Just Florence. 

The both of you decided to kill some time while watching a movie that was already playing on the telly. You were so bored that you were actually paying attention to the movie. Florence, on the other hand, was paying attention to your every reaction. 

It was a +18 film. Florence knew that, but you didn’t. And she knew the film would get a reaction out of you, that your cute little body would react to the adult scene. At least, that was what she was expecting. And man, you did not disappoint her.

The spicy scene finally made it into your sight. She carefully watched as your eyes and body were taking in the scene. 

At first, you thought it was a simple kiss. But then the kiss became more passionate and now they were taking each other's clothes off. You took a big breath as the couple undressed themselves. Your brows were furrowed, a lump had formed in your throat and you, unconsciously, rubbed your thighs against each other, noticing that a certain part of your body was getting weird.

“Are you okay, Y/n?” she asked innocently, as you shifted in your seat. 

“Yeah, I’m good,” you said, your eyes not moving away from the screen. 

You slightly tilted your head to the side, trying to understand what the couple was doing and why your body felt like burning and weird.

“You sure you’re okay?” she asked, once again. 

She knew you were getting hot and bothered, that was what she had expected of you. She wanted you like this, so she could help you out.

“Yeah, I just feel a little weird.”

“How come? Are you feeling sick?” she played dumb. 

“No, not sick. I just feel like I need to pee but I don’t want to,” you whispered, looking down at your feet in embarrassment. 

“Hey, it’s okay. I know how you are feeling,” she placed her hand on your thigh. You felt your skin burning under her touch.

“You do?”

“Yes, I do,” she smiled at you. “Does it feel wet down there?” she quickly looked down and then up to meet your eyes. She noticed they were filled with confusion. It was an adorable sight, her cute little Y/n didn’t know what was happening to her body.

“Yeah, I don’t know why,” you shyly admitted.

“Oh, you poor little thing,” she caressed your cheek. “You know, I can make it go away if you want to,” Florence bit her bottom lip, her heart picking up its pace waiting for your answer. 

She was afraid that you would back down, since this was a whole new territory for you. But she would have a taste of you even if you said no, she would find another way. 

“How would you make it go away?”

A grin formed on her lips at your curiosity and innocence. It turned her on seeing you like that, all confused and pure. She almost felt guilty for doing it, key word being ‘almost’.  

“Well, there’s a few things I can do. But I can’t tell you, I would have to show you. Do you trust me?” she squeezed your thigh, making your heart flutter. 

You only nodded, too dumbstruck at her closeness and her touch. 

“If you want me to stop, just say it, okay?” you, once again, nodded. “But I have a feeling you’re going to like this.”

She closed the small gap between you two, connecting her lips with yours. Your eyes winded, you weren’t expecting that. But soon, you gave in and deepened the kiss. She gently bit your bottom lip, making you whimper and her tongue found its way into your mouth. You felt the weird feeling starting to grow down there. 

“Flo, it feels even weirder now,” you whispered on her lips. 

“I know, sweet girl. Just be patient, okay? I’ll take care of you, I promise.” 

Her lips found your neck, leaving small kisses and bites on your sensitive skin. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the new feeling, your mouth was slightly parted. Your hand, instinctively, found its way into her hair, gently pulling it, earning a low moan from her. 

“I need this off,” she tugged the hem of your shirt. 

“Flo, I–.”

“It’s okay,” she cut you off. “I want to see you.” She carefully took your shirt off, and much to her surprise you weren’t wearing anything underneath it. 

You were now self-conscious of your half naked body, you crossed your arms over your breast trying to hide them from her. 

“Hey, don’t do that,” she said, gently moving your arms. She pecked your lips and whispered in your ear, “You’re gorgeous, Y/n. Don’t hide from me.”

She softly pushed you into the couch, now laying on your back she was straddling you. She trailed a path of kisses from your jaw down to your breasts. Your breathing became heavier the closer she would get your nipples. When she finally reached your left one, her tongue sucked on it. At first she was gentle, letting you take in the new feeling. But then she got rougher, not only sucking it but also biting it. You were a moaning mess under her. 

Her right hand found your other breast giving it as much attention as the one that was on her mouth. She would massage your nipple, pinch it, twist it and rub it. Your back arched at all of the new feelings that your body was experiencing, your aching core gently brushed against her body, making you moan at the feeling. 

“Flo, please…” you begged. 

You weren’t sure what you were begging for, she was taking care of you as she said, but you felt like it wasn’t nearly enough. 

“Let’s take this off then,” she said, her fingers finding the waistband of your pants and pulling them off your body. 

Your legs instinctively closed. She raised her brow at your action. 

“What did I say, Y/n?”

“Yeah, sorry I–.”

“No uh, tell me. What did I say?” she cut you off.

“Not to hide from you.”

“Exactly, do as I said, okay?” you nodded. Even though she was sort of scolding you, her tone was still gentle. A perfect balance of kindness and demand, which sent shivers down your spine. 

She kissed your breast one last time before moving further down your stomach, getting closer and closer to your aching core. You gasped as she left kisses on your thighs, carefully spreading your legs open. She noticed the only piece of clothing left on your body was soaking wet from your arousal. 

“I will take care of this now, okay?” she looked up to you, wanting to know if it was okay. 

“Yes, please.”

She gently brushed her tongue over your slit, making you whimper at the small lick. Her fingertips soon found your clit, still covered by the thin soaked cloth, and started to rub tight circles on it. Your eyes once again rolled to the back of your head, pleasure covering your whole body. But still, it wasn’t enough.

“Flo, take it off,” you looked down at her. You needed skin to skin contact, the piece of cloth was in the way. She raised her eyebrow at you again. “Please,” you finished. 

She chuckled, glad that you were starting to get how things worked.

She teared open your panty, making your eyes wide open. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll buy you a new one,” she winked at you as your cheeks turned crimson red.

She traced a finger down your slit, gathering all your arousal on her fingertips. 

“Well, look at that. All of this for me, little one?”

You weren’t sure what to answer her. But you figured you would agree to her words, giving the amusement look on her face. 

“All for you.”

She went to kiss your lips, “I want to eat you out. Can I please eat you out?” she whispered on your lips. 

You were so lost in your pleasure that you said yes, just giving yourself in enterily to her. You weren’t sure what she meant by that, but you knew she wouldn’t do anything to cause you any harm. 

She positioned herself in between your legs and her lips found your clit. 

“No, Flo. That’s dirty,” a moan escaped from your lips, even though you really thought it was a dirty thing to do.

“It’s not,” she said. Her words were muffled as she tasted you. 

Her lips were sucking on your clit, making your skin feel as if it was on fire. Gently biting from time to time. She licked up through your folds and then pushed her tongue inside of you. Your hands went to find her hair, pulling her closer to you, making her nose brush against your clit. The feeling of dirtiness washing away, replaced by bliss.

“Oh, shit, Flo.” 

“How does it feel?” she blurted out, still attacking your cunt. 

“Feels so good,” you said through moans and groans.

“You taste so good, peaches. So good, baby,” she pulled back, you whimpered, missing her touch. “I’m going to use my fingers, okay?”

You noticed her voice got rougher and she seemed to have stars in her eyes. 

“Your fingers?” you looked at her in confusion. 

“Don’t worry, darling. You are going to love it,” she sent a wink your way. 

She adjusted herself in between you, once again. Her tongue found its way back to your clit, and she gently pushed her index finger inside of you. You loudly moaned out her name, making her groan into your pussy, which caused your body to tremble at the vibrations. 

“You feel so good, baby,” she felt as you clenched around her finger. “Do you think you can take another finger?”

She didn’t let you answer before pulling her index finger out of you and pushing back in two of her fingers. 

“Damn it, Y/n. You are so tight.”

“Flo, It hurts,” you cried out. You’d never had anything inside you before, you weren’t sure if it was a pleasant or an unpleasant feeling. 

“Shh, it would be okay,” she cooed. “Just relax, baby. Tell me when I can keep going, yes?”

You whimpered, trying to adjust to the feeling. You took a big breath and nodded, letting her know she could carry on. 

She slowly pulled her fingers out and back in you, thrusting deeply into you while her tongue sucked on your clit. She curled her fingertips making you whine in pleasure. Your grasp back on her hair became stronger, pushing her into your cunt, wanting more of her. Her free hand found your breast and massaged it, adding more into your pleasure. You were biting your bottom lip, trying to contain all the moans and whimpers from coming out of your mouth. 

Florence looked up at you, her mouth and fingers still doing their work, and took in the sight right before her eyes. You were glowing, and not just because of the thin layer of sweat covering your cute little body. No, it was more than that, it was the pleasure she was giving you. She rubbed her thighs together trying to ease the arousal in her own core. She swore she could cum just by looking at you. But that moment wasn’t about her, it was about you. 

You soon started to feel a knot in your stomach, growing tighter as Florence’s mouth and fingers worked wonders on your lady parts. You were starting to feel as if you were going to pee. 

“Flo, I think I need to pee,” you said, almost out of breath. 

She sensed the worry in your tone, which only turned her on even more. How could you not know all of this stuff? 

“It’s okay. Just let it go, peaches.”

“No, Flo. I won’t pee all over you–” your own moan cut you off. 

She could feel your cunt clenching her fingers even harder. She ignored your distress, her hand went back to your waist, gently pushing you down, keeping you steady, and continued her assault on you. Thrusting her fingers even faster and sucking on your clit even harder. She felt as your legs wrapped around her, as if a part of you knew better than to let her go. She could almost feel like she would suffocate with your cunt, but she couldn't care less. 

“Stop, Flor–” you felt as the knot in your stomach untied, a wave of relief and pleasure bursting all over your body. You couldn’t stop moaning out her name. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your back arched like a cat, your legs were trembling at the overwhelming feeling, your breathing was uneven and your heart was beating so fast, as if you had been running for hours. 

Florence slowly pulled her fingers out of you, sucking all of your juices, not wanting, not even a drop, to go to waste. Once she was done, she licked her fingers clean, her eyes not leaving yours. A lump formed in your throat as she did so. 

“You did great, Y/n,” she said, taking her finger out of her mouth, making a pop sound. “Do you think you can help me out now?” a grin formed on her face as she looked at your dumbstruck face. 

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Did you do the mbti personality test? I would be interested in what came out

Yes I took it for work a few years ago and got INFJ or Advocates. I don't know how I feel about the results because honestly I wish I could just disappear most of the time and I really don't advocate for things or others in the way it describes but I don't really think I'm any of the other ones either haha

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Hi can you do a one shot of reader and Taylor Sloane having 😉 and that causes Taylor to be late to ingrid party. Ingrid gets jealous and has a fight with the reader and ends up smacking the reader in the head in the argument and runs off leaving the reader in the garden heavily bleeding. Taylor comes out and screams as she sees the reader smacked in the head and calls the ambulance and before the reader falls unconscious. Taylor asked who did it and the reader says ingrid. Your choice on what Taylor reactions are - happy ending please

Hi Anon

So this is some chaotic angst that sounds interesting... Im not really sure how to write this particular scenario and end it happy. I also like Ingrid too much to make her the bad guy. Hmm I will think about this and try but im not going to promise anything I honestly have no idea where to take this and make it a happy ending. Smut with Taylor I can do maybe a little less violent Ingrid idk like would you be upset if it turned into a threesome instead? I might have an idea for something a bit different but I will try and see what I can do.

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[littlexscarletxwitch]

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paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff (?), kinda possessive flo (but not really), i love raffie so much

warning(s): mentions of alcohol, kinda possessive behavior, grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 1.9k

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note: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, nonnie, but it's finally here, also the winner of the poll. I really hope you like it, I had so much fun writing it. I feel like the ending is kinda trash, but oh well whatever. I'm not an english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you guys enjoy! <3

requests are open! + check my rules here + masterlist <3

You were trying to pay attention to what Raffie was saying, you really were, but you couldn't focus on her words with Florence's hot breath on your neck. 

“And then he just ghosted me,” she finished. “Can you believe he did that, Y/n?”

Hearing her calling out your name snapped you out of your thoughts. 

“I cannot believe he did that, Raffie,” you shook your head, trying to convince your best friend that you had been listening to her for the last five minutes. 

“He’s a dick,” Florence said behind you. 

You were sitting on her lap, her hands wrapped tightly around your waist, butterflies in your stomach. If it were up to you, you would be sitting next to her instead of on her, but she had made that call for you. 

In fact, ever since she had found out about your little crush on her, she became more touchy with you. And you had let her, something you shouldn't have done since it was frustrating because she only saw you as her little sister’s best friend. But you couldn’t deny her touch, after all those years of secretly yearning for it. Even though you knew she was just messing with you, you would allow it, you would allow it to mess with you even though it would just tear you apart. 

“Anyways,” Raffie continued, “a friend of his is having a party tonight, and I was wondering if you guys would come with me. As moral support?”

“Moral support? What for? He’s a douchebag, what could you possibly want with him?” you raised your brow at her. 

Raffie wasn’t the one to go after boys, boys usually went after her. So it was a surprise to hear from her that she wanted to look for the guy. 

“I just want to repay the favour,” she had a grin on her face. 

Of course, she would want revenge, that sounded more like her. 

You playfully rolled your eyes at her, “What are you up to, huh?”

“I promise I will tell you later if you come with me.”

“I don’t know, Raff. You know how I feel about parties.”

“Oh, come on,” you heard the blonde say behind you. “I’ll be there, we will have fun, we can get drunk and dance a little bit.”

“Flo, you know that I don’t like—”

“Pretty please, Y/n,” you looked at her over your shoulder, her green eyes locked on yours. “Please,” she whispered once more before leaving a sweet soft kiss on your bare shoulder. 

The simple action set your skin on fire. She knew exactly what she was doing, she knew exactly all the feelings she would burst inside you. Some part of you thought that maybe she was taking advantage of you, but honestly you couldn’t care less as long as you had her attention. 

You gulped before speaking up, “Fine,” you smiled at her. 

She had the biggest grin you had seen on her the entire day. She was going to be the death of you and you would gladly accept that fate as long as she was part of it. 

“Yay!” Raffie cheered, reminding you that she was still in the room. “Y/n, please let me do your makeup,” she said, not waiting for an answer and running up to her room. You rolled your eyes at your best friend even though she was long gone. 

You felt the hands around your torso getting tighter, and once again you remembered exactly where you were, sitting on Florence’s lap, your back against her chest, her breath on your neck. You wanted to tell her to stop, some part of you wanted to move away from her, but you just couldn’t find the strength in you to do something about it. 

“I bet Raffie is also looking for an outfit for you,” she mumbled, she had her head buried in the crook of your neck, her breath sending shivers up your spine. “And I bet you are going to look so hot in it,” your heart skipped a beat and you felt the blood rushing up to your cheeks when she left a small wet kiss on your neck. 

You closed your eyes for a second, trying to form some coherent thoughts, but your brain was too foggy to think properly, getting drunk on her scent and closeness. You hadn’t realised your breath had gotten heavier until Florence had pointed it out. 

“You okay, love?” she whispered in your ear. “Your breathing is uneven and your heart is beating pretty fast.” 

You knew she knew exactly why your body was acting up the way it was, she was just messing with you, as she usually did.  

“I um,” you found her eyes already looking at you, your brain was struggling to find words.

“You…?” she trailed off, singling for you to continue. 

“I was just, I um—”

“Y/n, what do you think about this skirt?” Raffie cut you off walking down the stairs. You let out the breath you were holding, glad that you didn’t have to answer her big sister. “I know what you're going to say: ‘Oh, but Raffie, it’s so short. I could never’,” she said in a high pitch, resembling your voice. 

“I don’t sound like that,” you gave her a death glare. 

“Yeah, you do. But whatever, just go and try this on, okay? You will look sexy,” she winked at you and handed you the clothes. 

“But Raffie the party doesn’t start until late at night,” you whined. 

“Late at night? Y/n, we have only three hours! Just go and get dressed,” she pulled you up and led you to her bedroom upstairs. “I’m going to buy some things for the party, Florence will stay with you, okay? I’ll be right back,” she blew you a kiss goodbye and closed the door behind her. 

While you were undressing yourself to try out the outfit Raffie had put together for you, you heard her saying goodbye to her sister downstairs and telling her to behave. You once again rolled your eyes at your best friend. She knew about your crush on her sister, you told her ever since you had realised that your feelings for the blonde had changed. She also knew how Florence would be around you, always touching you, flirting with you, or just staring at you. Raffie didn’t know if her sister was just playing around or actually meant all of those things, she never talked about you with her. Not that she hadn’t tried, she had, repatelly. But Florence would always shut down and change the subject. So she gave up a while ago. 

You had already put the skirt and the top Raffie had chosen for you, it was way more revealing than what you would normally wear. But you didn’t seem to mind it. You were looking at yourself in the mirror when you heard the door being opened behind you. 

“I knew you would look hot,” she stopped closer to where you were standing. “But then again, you always look hot.”

You watched her through the mirror, she had changed into a tight short black dress with some pink flowers on it. Your eyes trailed down to her legs, and you swallowed hard when you noticed how short the dress was. She noticed you were ogling her. 

“How do I look?” she smiled at you. 

“You look beautiful, Flo. You always do,” you whispered the last part, but Florence had already heard it. 

“If you don’t want to go to the party, we don’t have to, Y/n,” you watched as she got closer to you and placed her hands on your shoulder. 

“It’s okay, I want to,” you flashed her a smile. “I have a good feeling about this one.”

Which was true. You didn’t know what it was, maybe the fact that Florence was going to be there, the fact that Raffie was getting her ‘revenge’, or maybe you just felt comfortable in the clothes Raffie had picked for you, that you didn’t mind going to a stranger’s house and have a little bit of fun. 

“Well, that’s good,” she rested her chin on your shoulder, her arms wrapped around your waist, making your stomach turn. 

[...]

You were in the kitchen, trying to pour yourself a glass of water. You felt like you had already had too much alcohol, your head was spinning and the music was getting louder and louder. 

You had been dancing the whole night with Florence, and you had been right, you did have fun. But you were getting overwhelmed by all the people surrounding you.

Once you gulped down the water you felt a little bit better, and shook those feelings away. 

“Hey!”, you heard an unfamiliar voice calling behind you. 

Slowly, you turned around to see a boy standing in front of you. He appeared to be a few years older than you, and by the way he was standing you could tell he had one too many drinks as well.

“Everything’s good, I was just heading out actually,” you tried to walk away from him but he grabbed you from your wrist. 

“Hey, don’t run, we just met. I’m Dick,” he sounded nice, the soft grip on your wrist telling you he meant no harm. 

He noticed you were looking down at his hand, and quickly let go.

“Sorry,” he slurred, “You’re just really pretty,” you watched as his cheeks turned red.

“Sure,” you playfully rolled your eyes. 

“I’m serious,” he chuckled. “I didn’t catch your name, tho.”

“Oh, right, sorry. I’m Y/n.”

“Y/n,” he tried your name on his lips, liking the sound of it. 

Unbeknownst to you, a certain blonde was looking at the two of you chatting. She felt as her skin set on fire the closer he got to you and the more you would laugh at whatever he was saying. 

What could he possibly be saying that you would make you laugh so hard? Was he really that funny? There was no way he was that funny. She needed to do something about it. 

The truth was Florence also had a crush on you, as cliche as it sounded, falling for her little sister’s best friend. But how could she not when it was you who she fell for? You were just too cute, and caring, and compassionate, she felt like she might just explode by just looking at you. And she could not have you talking to some stupid, probably drunk, guy. She quickly made her way towards the two of you, determined to put an end to whatever that was.

“Oh, there you are, baby,” you heard a familiar voice saying and a familiar pair of lips kissing your left cheek. “Who’s this, love?”

“Um, this is Dick. Dick this is Florence…”

“Her girlfriend, and not just her friend who is a girl,” she winked at him. 

“What are you…?” you tried, but Dick’s voice got you off.

“Oh, shoot, I’m sorry. I just thought… I’m just going to leave,” Dick said, clearly embarrassed by the whole situation. 

“What was that about?” you snapped at her. 

“I did you a favour, Y/n. He was no good,” she simply smiled at you. 

“You don’t get to do that, Florence. Not cool.”

“Oh, come on, Y/n.”

“No, I’m serious. Don’t pull that shit on me.”

“Or what?”

“Are you serious right now?”

“Dead serious,” she said, trapping your body against the counter. 

Your heart skipped a beat by the sudden action, she was way too close. You could feel her breath on your lips. 

“Don’t you see it, Y/n?” she whispered, but loud enough for you to hear through the music. “You made me go crazy.”

“What?” 

“You're mine, Y/n. Mine,” and finally her soft warm lips met yours.

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-M

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[littlexscarletxwitch]

hii! can i request a florence pugh x reader where the reader and flo are out at a club but have not met before, and then someone tires to make a move on flo that she doesn’t want so the reader protects her? if not that’s okay! :)

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂?

paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): kinda fluffy, flirty flo and r, protective (more like possessive lol) r, i hate men :)

warning(s): some dude harassing flo, mentions of alcohol, grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 1.2 k

note: So sorry it took me so long to get back to you, nonnie. I really hope you like it, tho I'm not sure if I did you idea justice lol. On the other hand, I fished all of my exams so that means more time to write. Therefore I might update twice a week, or as I keep on finishing up fics. Lots of love, M <3

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The loud music, the low colourful lights and the cold drink in your hands felt like heaven but nothing could compare to those lovely soft green eyes. 

You had been watching her the entire night, unable to take your eyes off of her. The way she would laugh with her friends scrunching her nose, the way she would swing her hips, the way she would gulped down her drink made you all flustered and bothered. Maybe it was just the alcohol but she was really beautiful to look at, so you didn’t mind at all. 

Florence knew you were watching, she could feel your eyes burning holes all over her body. But the thing was that she loved it. She took glances at you as well, when she felt like you were not looking at her. And she was really pleased by the sight: bright smile, kind eyes and lips she would love to taste. 

But neither of you dare to make a move, god only knew why the two of you were being so silly. And so the night went on, the two of you stealing glances at each other, Florence from the middle of the crowd and you from your stool at the bar. It was really stupid, but it also felt like a game, a secret code only the two of you knew about. 

As she took her glass to her lips, her eyes searched for your frame. But as she gulped down the last of her drink, she realised you were nowhere in sight. She frowned, was it over? Did she miss her chance? She should have acted sooner, now all she had was a bitter taste in her mouth and the need to wash it away with some more alcohol.

“I’m going to get a drink,” she said to Ashley, her friend, showing her the empty glass with a fake pout on her lips. 

“Get me something too,” the girl yelled to her friend over the loud music, to which Florence only nodded with a thumb up. 

She made her way to the bar, gently pushing people out of their way and smiling at some of them as she watched them dancing and enjoying themselves. She called a bartender and asked her for an ice-cold martini and a beer for Ashley. As the girl prepared her drink and five more at the same time, Florence felt an unknown presence next to her. The thought of you quickly crossed her mind, so she turned but her smile flattered as she didn’t meet your kind sweet eyes, but a pair of cold blue eyes. 

She pushed down the uneasy feeling growing in her stomach and put on her best fake smile. Sure, it wasn’t who she was expecting but it wasn’t the strangers fault. He didn’t deserve to be treated badly, he hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Hey,” said the man nodding to her. She cursed herself for getting his attention, he mistook her politeness for flirting.

“Hi,” she went along nevertheless, not wanting to come out as rude. 

And that word was all it took for the man in front of her to start talking nonstop. 

The bartender had already given her the drinks she had asked for and he still kept on talking. Florence had already drunk her martini and he was still talking. She ordered a second martini, the beer going hot beside her as he told her about his amazing job. She couldn’t take it anymore, but she didn’t want to cause a scene. 

You, who had come back from the restroom, had found yourself sitting next to said man. You had heard the same boring talk as Florence, but you didn’t realise it was her until you quickly looked at her. She seemed unease and bored, she was biting her bottom lip and nodding along to whatever he was saying. But her eyes weren’t as shiny as they were before, when she was dancing with her friend, having the time of her life, and smiling at you from time to time. 

“Hey, why don’t we go somewhere more private?” the man said, reaching out for Florence’s hand. She slightly backed up. 

“No, I think I’m good here,” she said as she gently shook her head. 

“Oh, come on,” he insisted. “Let’s have some fun.”

“Thank you, but I’m just fine exactly where I am,” she said harshly, with a tight smile on her lips. She was done being polite. 

“Don’t be a buzzkill. Come on, I promise you’ll have a lovely time,” Florence cringed at his words. 

“I think I should go,” you noticed the worry with a tint of anger in her tone, and you didn’t like that one bit. Especially when the guy just wouldn't take the hint. 

You gulped down the rest of your drink, hoping the alcohol now running through your veins would give you more courage, and hopefully it would help you not think things through or else you feared you would back down. 

You quietly stood up without him noticing, turned to him clearing your throat and spoke up through the loud music. “Oh, there you are, honey!” you plastered your best smile on your face. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” you hugged her, whispering in her ear to play along. 

“Hi, baby. I missed you” she quickly said as she wrapped her arms around you. 

Both of your heartbeats were beating a mile per hour, this was not how either of you would imagine to talk to the other. As Florence placed her head in the crook of your neck, your sweet fresh scent filled her nose, erupting butterflies in her stomach. 

“Baby?” the guy scoffed. “Excuse me. Who are you?” he raised his brows at you. 

“I’m Y/n, her girlfriend ,” you raised your brows back at him, playing the part. “Who the fuck are you?” you said with a fake smile on your lips as you wrapped your arm around Florence's waist. 

“What?” he scoffed again. “This is bullshit,” he shook his head as he walked away from the two of you. 

You sighed and rolled your eyes at him. “Men. Am I right?”

“Tell me about it,” Florence smiled at you. 

“Oh, sorry,” you said as you realised your arm was still looped around her. 

“No worries,” you had just dropped your arm and she was already missing the warmth of your skin. She cleared her throat, pushing away her thoughts. “Thank you for getting me out of that.”

“You’re very welcome,” you couldn't stop the blood rushing to your cheeks as your eyes were fixed on hers. “I, um, I actually wanted to talk to you earlier…”

“You did?” her eyes seemed to light up, but maybe it was just the flashy lights. 

“Yeah! But I… I just thought… I…” you were babbling, a sign of how nervous you were. 

“I wanted to talk to you too,” she quickly chimed in. 

You couldn’t hold back your smile no matter how hard you were trying. “I know you just got out of a messy situation,” she chuckled, and you could have sworn that you felt your heart flutter. “But, um, can I buy you a drink?” you shyly asked her. 

“I would love that,” she responded, mirroring your smile. 

Florence was so mesmerised by you that she hadn't realised that she had completely forgotten about Ashley’s beer. But, oh well, she was sure her friend would understand. After all, a pretty girl saving your ass from a creepy dude wasn’t an everyday thing, and she wasn’t just going to let you go that easily.

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-M

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[littlexscarletxwitch]

OMG SHE JUST LOOKS SO DREAMY

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[littlexscarletxwitch]

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻

paring: mum!florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluffy fluff, flo being a mum, uncle toby, r interacting with flo's kid, flo with heart eyes looking at them, doubts from flo

warning(s): fluff, so sweet it's kinda funny, grammatical errors

word count: 1.1k

note: First, I kinda wish this was longer but I think is quite sweet. Second, I'M RUNNING OUT OF NAMES IDEAS FOR FLORENCE'S KIDS. Like I know nobody gives a shit about their names, but for some reason it is so important to me. So if I ever repeat them just ignore it lol. Also, I saw an opportunity to bring marvel up and I don't regret it on bit. I'm not an english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you guys enjoy! <3

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‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. Part 1 | Part 2 ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

You smiled at her, she looked like an angel in disguise, the moonlight reflecting on her eyes made it look like they were actually green aventurines, and you couldn’t help but get lost in them. 

“What?” she asked you, a smile forming on her lips. 

She shared the same amount of love you had for her, you could see it in those soft green eyes of hers.

“I just wish we could have more time,” you confessed, a bit of sadness in your words.

Florence and you were right at her front door. Your date had ended a few minutes ago when you parked the car in front of her home. Eventhoguh, the two of you had been dating for almost 7 months now, this was the first time you had driven her home. Which you did think was a bit odd, but never thought much about it. 

“Do you want to come in?”

You were taken aback by the question, not actually expecting that kind of request to slip out of her lips. 

“Do you want me to come in?”

“Of course, silly. I wouldn’t have asked you otherwise. Come on, we can watch a movie and you can stay the night if you want to,” she looked at you with big doe eyes, how could you say no to those beautiful pickle green eyes?

“Okay, yes,” you kissed her cheek, eager to be wrapped around her arms for the rest of the night. 

She looked for her keys, but soon the door was being opened from the inside by someone else. 

“Hello,” Toby said when the door was fully opened. “I’m sorry, Flossie, we didn’t expect you to come just yet. But we are on our way out, don’t worry. Hi, Y/n,” he said, finally looking your way and you returned the greet with a smile.

“He’s here?” Florence asked, she sounded both worried and comforted. 

“Mummy!” you heard someone shout, and a few seconds later a little man came running to Florence’s arms. 

Your eyes winded in realisation, as you watched them tightly holding onto each other, as if they haven’t seen each other in decades. This was Florence’s kid, a kid you had no idea that existed until now. 

“We’re sorry Flossie, Aaron here couldn’t sleep without his teddy bear. But we are leaving right now,” Toby said, gently pulling the kid away from Florence and trying to head him out the house. 

“Wait a second, uncle Toby. Who’s that?” he pointed at you, noticing your presence right next to his mum.

You looked at Florence, not sure what you were supposed to say. She looked back at you, also not knowing how to approach the situation. This was not how she expected for you to meet her child. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if you liked kids. Her eyes got watery when she realised that this was it, she had lost you forever. Who could ever want a woman with a child? Who could ever want a woman that had never said anything about having a child?

Maybe it was for the best. Maybe you and Florence weren’t a good match after all. And even though she felt so much love for you, her kid would always come first. Even if it broke her heart doing so.

“I’m Y/n,” she heard you say, interrupting her train of thoughts. 

She blinked her tears away, and focused her sight on you. You were kneeling in front of her child just so you could be the same height as him. 

“And what are you doing with my mum?”

You chuckled at the little boy’s tone showing how much he cared about her mother, “We just were about to watch a movie, right Flo?” you try to find her eyes seeking some kind of comfort for the both of you. 

She locked eyes with you, and realised that you weren’t angry, you were just a little confused. But Florence could work with confusion, she could explain everything to you and things would be alright in no time. 

“What are you guys watching?” he raised his brow at you. 

The more you looked at him, the more you could see Florence through his eyes. They were the same shade of green, the same brightness to them as her mum’s. The only difference between them was that his hair was darker, way darker than Florence’s, almost pitch black.

“Aaron, we have to go,” Toby tried to step in but there was no use. 

“What are you guys going to watch?” he repeated his question, completely ignoring his uncle. 

“Aaron, you should go with uncle Toby,” Florence tried. 

But you had his whole attention. 

“I don’t know, which one would you pick?”

“Well, I like superhero movies,” he gave you a warm smile. 

Good, you thought, he’s loosening up. 

“No way, I love superheroes. Which one is your favourite?”

“I really like Captain America, but I also like Hulk, because he’s so strong. And you?”

“Well, I am more of a Spidey kind of person, you know?” you trailed off. 

The two of you were so engrossed in your conversation that you didn’t notice Florence smiling at the two of you. Relief washed over her as she realised how much you and Aaron had in common, even though he was just a 10 year old and you were a proper adult. She laughed to herself realising how childish you could be sometimes. 

“Okay, Aaron, we have to go now,” Toby interrupted the two of you. 

“But I want to stay, I want to talk to Y/n some more,” he pouted and looked at his mom with big puppy eyes. 

You laugh at him, the same doe eyes Florence would give you when she deeply wanted something from you. 

“Baby, Y/n and I need to talk and—,” but you cut her off. 

“Oh, come on. You said we could watch a movie, right? Why can’t he join us?” 

“Yeah, I can join the two of you,” Aaron agreed. 

“Y/n, I don’t think that is a good idea…”

“Come on, Flor, we can talk tomorrow morning, okay? I want to get to know this little guy a little bit better,” she watched as you winked at Aaron.

“Yeah!” Aaron once again agreed with you, trying to convince his mum as well. 

Florence looked at her son and then back at you. The two of you had just met and you were giving her the same pouty lips. She playfully rolled her eyes at the both of you, maybe this was always how things were supposed to unravel. 

“Okay, he can stay,” she finally agreed. 

“Great, I’m the only one who isn’t wanted right now,” Toby joked. 

“Yeah, see you later, uncle Toby,” Aaron said gently pushing him out the door. “We have some movies to watch.”

Before Aaron shut the door on his uncle’s face, Toby laughed and quickly waved the three of you goodbye. Once Aaron turned around his eyes met yours. 

“So, Y/n,” you could hear the playfulness in his words. “Team Iron man or Team Cap?” he looked at you dead in the eyes. 

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-M

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[littlexscarletxwitch]

── ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗿𝘂𝗹𝗲

paring: florence pugh x gn!reader

tag(s): fluff, flo being a simp over r, my woman here has no game

warning(s): grammatical errors, unedited, not proofread, language

word count: 0.8k

note: I was actually writing a request but I soft of diverted from the main plot and came up with this little fic. It's not that good but I feel like it's cute, so here you go. A short fic so you guys don't forget about me (I'm so dramatic). I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you enjoy! <3

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Florence had one rule when working that she always made sure to follow: never ever date a coworker. 

No matter how pretty they were, how smart they were or how interesting they seemed to be, she never ever dared to break her most sacred rule. Starting a relationship with a coworker was problematic. It would always get messy and there would be tension around the set, and things would get weird and complicated. And she couldn’t risk having to work in that kind of atmosphere. Not when she would commit one hundred percent to every single one of her projects, not when she had to give the very best of her, not when she had to be flawless. But all of that came crashing down once she met you. 

There was something about you that caught Florence’s eyes the second she laid her eyes on your frame. She didn’t know if it was your pretty face, or the way your eyes would light up when talking about the movie you two were working on, or the sound of your laugh. But there was something so familiar yet unknown about you, and she needed more of that comforting feeling. 

At first she tried to convince herself that all she wanted was to be friends with you, because she wasn’t about to break her golden rule. But the more alone time she would spend with you, the harder it was to keep telling herself that same lie. She just couldn't’ stay friends with you, she didn’t want to. The more she got to know you the harder they were to keep those feelings at bay. The harder it became for her to not blush when you complimented her looks for the movie, or that warm feeling she would get in her stomach everytime your hand would brush hers, or that peacefulness she would feel by just hearing your laugh. 

But the problem was that she didn’t know who you felt. You were touchy with her, but you were touchy with everyone. You laughed at her jokes, but you would find even the dumbest dad joke hilarious. So she had to take matters into her own hands. She had to grow some ovaries and just ask you out. Even if that meant she was going to break her golden rule, even if she wasn’t sure you would feel the same. Besides, shooting was almost over, so if things didn’t work out her way she just had to wait one more week and she would never see your stupid pretty face again. Although that wasn’t at all what she actually wanted. 

She decided to wait for the lunch break. The only break that would have since you were the First Assistant Director, an extremely tiring job if someone would ask her. But she knew that it was what you loved doing. Not an assistant but it would eventually lead to being a director and that was all you aspired to be in life. 

Lucky for her anytime the bell announcing the lunch break would ring. Florence counted from one to three in her head and then the loud piercing sound filled her ears. She quickly made her way to where you were standing. 

“Hey there!” she internally cursed herself once she heard the high pitched in her words.

“Flo, hey. Is everything okay? Do you need something?” she smiled at your words, always being the caretaker on set. Well, after all that was you job. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everything's fine. I just need to ask you something. But it’s more of a personal question, not work related. But it’s not personal for you, I mean, it is since you are involved. But it’s more of a personal question for me because I’m the one asking you. Does that make sense? I’m not making any sense, am I? It’s just—.”

“Hey,” you cut her off, placing your hand on her shoulders trying to calm her down. “It’s okay. It’s just me.”

“That’s exactly the problem,” she quickly mumbled so low that you couldn’t hear the words she said. “What I’m trying to say is that,” she took a deep breath. She was being stupid, this was not how she planned this whole thing to go. “I really like you Y/n. And I would love to take you out sometime.” 

There she said it. it was said. Out in the world and she couldn’t take it back. She didn’t want to though. No matter your answer, it felt good to confess her feelings. 

Your hands moved down from her shrouds to find her hands, giving them a squeeze and your thumbs triling circles in them. 

“I would love to go out with you. I was actually going to ask you earlier, but I chickened out,” you shyly admitted.

“You were?”

“How could I not? You are something really special Florence Pugh. It would be a mistake to just let you walk away.”

A smile found its way to Florence's lips. Maybe breaking her golden rule wasn’t so bad after all. Maybe it was exactly what she had to do.

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-M

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[littlexscarletxwitch]

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁

paring: mum!florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, short blurb, flo being a mum, kinda comfort fic

warning(s): grammatical errors, nor proofread, unedited

word count: 0.9k

note: I feel like this could be better, but I literally tried like 4 different ideas and this one is the one that I liked the most. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you all enjoy <3

requests are open! + check my rules here + masterlist <3

You and Florence had been seeing each other for six months now. 

The two of you met when she took Billie out for a walk. You were so immersed in reading your book that you didn’t realise the ball of fur heading toward you until it barked right beside you, startling you. And right behind it, Florence came running, shouting at Billie to just stop. 

You were completely mesmerised by her the second you looked at her. She was a sight for sore eyes, you swore you could get lost in her pickle green eyes and all you wanted to do was run your finger through her short soft golden hair. 

The second time you met her at the same park,  you took it as a sign and asked her out. You were nervous, you could also tell she was nervous, even Billie was uneasily moving around. But once you asked her a smile form on her face and immediately said yes. 

The more time you would spend with her, the more you found yourself falling for her. What was odd, though, was the fact that she would never let you come to her home. You would always meet her at a bar or some fancy restaurant. Someday she would stay at your place but leave before the clock hits 11 pm. 

You didn’t think much about it, decided to give her space. But then one night, you wanted to surprise her. So you decided to swing by her place, and that was why you were now knockin on her front door. 

Once she opened the door and met your eyes, a smile formed on her face. But then a second later, the smile just dropped and she closed the door behind her. You were taken aback by the action, not expecting that cold welcoming. 

“Did I forget we had a date?” you could tell she sounded both nervous and worried. 

“No, no, it’s not it. I just wanted to see you. But I guess it is wrong timing. I should probably go…” you trailed off, wanting more than anything for her to tell you otherwise. 

“No, Y/n. I just,” she held you by your wrist, forcing you to stay. Her soft skin against your sent shiver up your spine. “It’s just—,” a sweet soft voice cut her off. 

“Mummy, who is it?”

Your eyes winded the second you took in the words, a little girl opening the door behind Florence. The first thing you noticed was her long blonde hair and her round bottom nose, exactly the same as Florence’s features. 

“Mummy will be right there, baby,” she tried to push her inside, but the kid was fighting back. 

“Who are you?” even though the question was meant for you, it took you a whole minute to answer it. 

You looked at Florence, not sure what to tell the little girl in front of you. You didn’t even know what Florence and you were exactly. You cleared your throat, shaking your thoughts out of your head. 

“I, um,” you looked at the little girl. “I’m a friend of your mum,” you smiled at her. 

“Does that mean you are my friend too?”

“Ophelia…” Florence chimed in, but you stopped her.

“Yeah, as long as that’s what you want,” you kneeled down to be the same height as her. “Would you like to be my friend?” you asked sweetly.

“Only if you come in and play with me, my barbies and I are having a tea party, will you please join us?” she looked at you, the same doe eyes as her mother, except they were bright blue. 

“I love tea parties,” you smiled at her. 

She grabbed your wrist and quickly dragged you to her bedroom. Florence leaned against the door frame, watching you and Ophelia play, and could only chuckled at the sight before her eyes. 

After a few good minutes of an intense tea party, Ophelia decided to watch the telly, giving you the opportunity to finally talk to Florence about this whole thing. 

“I know. I should have told you,” she started before you could even bring up the topic, you could tell she felt guilty about keeping Ophelia from you. “It’s just, I wanted to make sure. I don’t want to bring people into Ophelia’s life if they are just going to leave. I’m sorry Y/n. I really am, it wasn’t fair and I—”

“Hey,” you stopped her, resting your hands on her cheeks so she could look at you. “It’s okay. I get it, you were just protecting her, I can’t blame you for that. I just wished you would have given me a heads up, you know?” you chuckled, but your little joke didn’t make her feel better. 

“Yes, of course, I should have told you. I understand if you want to leave and—”

“What are you talking about?”

“It’s just, a kid is too much, I would understand if you just want to pretend like nothing happen and—”

“Are you kidding me? This is great, Ophelia is great. She is amazing, Flo. You are doing a really good job raising her on your own. I would love nothing more than to get to know her better. I mean, we are friends now,” you smiled at her, caressing her cheek trying to reassure her. 

“Really?”

“Hell yeah! I want you to tell me everything about her,” you kissed her forehead as an unspoken promise that you were going to be the support she needed. 

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-M

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[littlexscarletxwitch]

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼, 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹

paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): nsfw, smut with no plot bitchez

warning(s): MDNI, +18 only read at your own risk, explicit smut, wlw sex, vaginal fingering (r receiving), lactation kink, mommy kink, kinda innocent r (use of princess, little one, babygirl), grammatical errors

word count: 1.1k

note: I'm sorry it's not that long. As promise, kinky stuff coming for Florence, expect more soon. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you all enjoy <3

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The second Florence walked through the door, she felt two patches of wetness form on her blouse, right above her nipple area. 

It was as if her body knew exactly when to start leaking the ghostly white liquid from her breasts. It was as if her body knew exactly when she was around you, reacting to your whole persona, beyond her control. 

You watched her through the corner of your eyes, pretending you were still reading the book in your hands, but your reading was long forgotten once she stepped through the door. You noticed her tensed shoulders right away, you thought she might have had a tiring day but once she turned your way you understood immediately the reason why of her tenseness. 

Your lips shaped like an ‘o’ once you notice the little wet patches on her breasts. Your mind briefly trailed back to the time she had the same thing happen to her. A lump formed in your throat as you recalled the event that unfolded later on, how you helped her out. 

You cleared your throat, shook the memories out of your head and spoke up.

“Hi, baby. How was your day?” you tried to play it cool, forcing your eyes to look back at the book. 

She went to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of vodka, poured some in a glass, and choked it down.

“It was good,” she finally spoke. “I’m just a bit tired and I, um, have a situation going on.”

You dared to look up at her, knowing exactly what she meant by that, but wanting her to make the first move. 

“What is it, Flor? Is there something I can help you with?” she noticed the faked innocence in your tone. 

A grin formed on her lips knowing she had you wrapped around her finger, knowing that your body reacted to hers as bad as hers reacted to yours.

She made her way towards you, sitting on the couch next to you. She took the book from you and placed it on the tea table. 

“I think you already know what to do, sweet girl.”

You swallowed hard at the nickname, which sent shivers up your spine. Your gaze quickly moved down to her breast, the wet patches on them growing bigger by the seconds. You licked your lips in anticipation. 

“You sure, Flor?” your eyes found hers. 

You notice the green in them where a shade darker now, filled with lust and hunger. 

“I just need you to make mommy feel better. Can you do that for me, little one?” her hand found your thigh, gently squeezing the skin.

You felt your heart beat increasing the moment the nickname reached your ears, clouding all your senses, setting your skin on fire, your tummy shrunk. 

Too dumb struck by her entirely, afraid your voice would fail you, you could only nod as a response.

She smiled at your non-verbal answer. She unbuttoned the first four bottoms of her blouse, allowing you to see her now even bigger breasts, full with her sweet milk. 

“Okay, then come here, baby,” she patted her thighs, signaling for you to lay on them.

You did as you were told, your head was now just centimeters away from her milk leaking breast. Your mouth was already parted, painfully waiting to just suck her off. 

She freed her right breast from her bra and wasted no time in stuffing it inside your pretty mouth. You moaned as you felt her delicious milk in your tongue and began to suck her dry.

Florence couldn’t help a moan escaping from her lips, filled with both relief and lust as you began to suck her. She threw her head back, taking in the pleasure, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and all she could hear was your soft moans and you swallowing her milk, which made her core even wetter. 

She looked back at you, your big doe eyes looking back at her. Some of her milk was spilling out of your mouth, she could only bite her bottom lip at the sight in front of her. 

“You look so good, baby. I wish I could take a picture of you right now, sucking mommy’s tit so well.”

You whimpered at her words, making you more eager to suck her harder, earning a low moan from her. 

“Can I touch you, princess? Please, let mommy touch you, yes?”

You quickly nodded at her, your mouth filled with her tit. She slipped her hand under your shorts, finding the wet cloth that covered your cunt. 

“You are so wet, baby. Does sucking mommy’s tit make you wet?” she asked as she rubbed circles around your clit. You closed your eyes taking in the feeling of her fingers pleasuring you. Another whimper tried to escape from your lips, but it was muffled by her big tit. 

As she moved aside the cloth and pushed a finger inside of you, you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning out, this time her tit escaped from your mouth as you did so. 

“You’re not done yet, peaches,” she said, shoving her tit back inside your mouth with her free hand. 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you went back to suck her tit and felt yourself clenching around her finger. 

Wanting to give her other tit the same attention, you reached for it and gently squeezed it, milk slipping out of it. It was so much milk she had been holding up that you immediately felt your shirt soaking wet with it. 

“Oh, princess. Look at you, covered in mommy’s milk.”

She pushed another finger inside of you. You tried your best to not let go of her tit as she thrusted in you, curling her fingertips, hitting that deliciously aching spot inside of you. 

“Are you going to cum on my fingers, little one?”

All you could do was nod, your mind too fuzzy to say or do anything else. You felt the knot in your stomach tightening, as she thrusted deeper and faster in you. You could hear the sound of skin slapping against skin as she moved her fingers, clenching even harder around them.

“Cum for me, babygirl. Cum for mommy.”

As if your body was under her command, you felt the coil in you snapped as you came undone. Her tit popping out of your mouth, moaning out her name. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your breathing was heavy, as pleasure washed over your whole body. 

Florence helped you ride out your high and once you were done, she pulled her fingers back from you, taking them in her mouth. She moaned as she teased your juices, she had been waiting to taste them again the entire day. 

“You did so good for mommy, baby. You think you can help me out with the other one?” 

She looked down at her other breast, milk still leaking from it. 

“Yes, mommy,” you breathed out.

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SHE'S BACK SHE'S BACK

Billie was not having it lol

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Would love a part 2 to jealousy!

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paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): nsfw, fluff-ish, smut with no plot, flo being a virgin, r kinda being a top

warning(s): MDNI, +18 only read at your own risk, wlw sex, explicit smut, oral sex (flo receiving), vaginal fingering (flo receiving), kinda innocent flo, grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 1.4k

note: I don't know why this took me sooo long, I'm so sorry, anon. I really hope you like it. When I finished writing 'Jealousy' I knew for sure that if I were to write a part 2 it would be mostly smut so I hope you are okay with that. I feel like the end is kinda rushed but it's the best I came up with. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you all enjoy <3

note 2: Also, I'm so sorry for not posting as regularly as I used to. It's just collage it's kicking my ass, I should have been reading some texts but I was like: "Hell no, I'm finishing this fic", so here you go

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part 1 | part 2

Toby wasn’t joking when he said he would drop off the both of you in a hotel. 

There you were, booking a king size bedroom with Florence for the night. You kept her close to you as she talked to the lady in reception. Hugging her from the back, breathing in her scent, not listening to a word they were saying, as if you wanted to let her know that she was now yours. And that guy Chad could fuck off.

Florence would brushed her fingertips against your hands, wanting to let you know that she also wanted to be that close to you. In fact, she wanted to be closer to you, body against body, not an inch between the two of you. But the lady in the reception just wouldn't stop talking. 

After a five minute talk about her cat and wife, she finally gave the two of you the access card to the hotel room. You snatched it from her hands, said a quick ‘thank you’ and dragged yourself and Florence away from the lady before she would start rambling again. 

You made your way to the lift, Florence’s hand in between yours, your finger tracing small circles in the back of her hand. With your free hand you pressed the bottom and called the lift. A few seconds later the door opened and you gently pushed Florence inside. She pressed the bottom to the fourth floor and then pushed her body to yours. 

She smiled at you before connecting her lips to yours. Your hands were resting on her hips, pressing her body against yours, and hers were on your shoulders. You gently pushed her to the wall of the lift, your lips never letting go hers. You bite her bottom lip, making her moan into your mouth, granting access to your tongue to find hers. 

Your right hand trailed up from her waist and finally found her short blonde hair, you gently pulled from it, giving yourself access to her sensitive skin. You trailed a path of kisses from her jaw down to her neck, leaving a small bite there. 

You two were so caught up in each other that neither of you noticed the doors opening until an old man cleared his throat, making you pull back from her. Florence’s cheek went immediately red and you bit your bottom lip trying to suppress your smile. 

“Um, sorry, sir,” you quickly mumbled before stepping out of the lift, dragging Florence along with you. 

As soon as the doors closed behind you, you two looked at eachother and couldn’t help the laughter from coming out. 

The both of you head to your room, you pressed the card against the lock and the door opened. 

“After you, my lady,” you playfully said, slightly bowing your head down. 

“Why, thank you, kind woman,” Florence replied, also bowing her head to you. 

As soon as the both of you made it in, you closed the door, and pinned Florence against it. 

Your left hand was next to her head while the other one had a firm grip on her waist. Florence noticed your eyes were no longer kind and gentle, but lustful and hungry. She swallowed hard. 

“You are not going to be kind anymore, are you?” she whispered. 

You shook your head. “I don’t want to,” you said hoarsely. “You know how long I’ve been waiting for this?” she couldn’t answer, too dumbstruck by your closeness and your mood changed. “You know how mad I got when I saw you with that guy?”

“Chad.”

“Don’t care. I felt as if my skin was on fire,” you continued. “Knowing that he might have a chance with you.”

She quickly shook her head, “I would have never—”

“It's okay, it doesn’t matter now. I just need you to tell me that you’re mine now,” your mouth found her neck once again, making her gasp at the feeling of your wet lips against her sensitive skin. 

“Yes,” she softly breathed out. 

“Only mine?” your breath on her skin sent shivers down her spine. 

“I’m all yours, Y/n.” 

You noticed her breathing was already heavy, and you had barely touched her. Your lips on her neck could sense her heartbeat increasing, a grin formed on your lips. 

You smashed your lips against hers, her soft lips fitting perfectly into yours. Your left hand cupped her cheek, while your other hand trailed up her body covered by the dress she was wearing. 

Slowly, your finger found her cunt, covered by her soaking wet painties. As your fingertips sensed the wet clothed you felt your heart picking up its pace. It drove you mad how her body would react to yours.

You moved the thin cloth aside, and gently brushed your fingers against her core. She moaned in your mouth as she felt your fingers gathering all her arousal. 

“You are so wet, baby,” you muttered against her lips. 

Your lips moved down leaving kisses and bites all over her collarbone, while gently pushing your index finger inside of her. You felt as she clenched around your single finger. A small chuckle escaped from your lips as realisation hit you. 

“My Flor, are you a virgin?”

“No, I–.”

“It’s okay, you can tell me.”

“I, maybe…” she whispered, not looking at you. 

“It’s okay, baby. There’s nothing wrong with that. I just want you to be comfortable.”

Her gaze found yours, you noticed her cheeks were now rosy. You smiled at her cuteness and kissed her cheek. 

“I want this. I want you.”

“That’s all I needed to hear.”

You took her hand and dragged her to the bed. You gently pushed her, her body falling on the mattress. She propped on her elbows as she watched you crawling into the bed. Her eyes locked in yours. 

You slowly lifted up her dress, revealing her panties and naked breasts. You parted her legs and trailed a path of kisses from her knee up to her inner thigh, getting closer to her core. You did the same on her other thigh, loving the whimpers and groans escaping from her mouth. 

Finally, with your teeth you removed the thin cloth, pulling it down and then tearing it up with your hands. Before Florence could complain about her shredded panties your mouth attacked her cunt, moans stopping her from forming any word. 

“Oh, shit,” she breathed out. 

The only two words her brain could think of as your lips and tongue sucked and licked her cunt. As you sucked her clit, you slowly pushed your finger back inside of her. You quickly looked up to her, and watched as she furrowed her brows and opened her mouth, taking in the pleasure. 

“You think you can take another one?” you mutter against her cunt, your hot breath against her core arousing her even more. 

You didn’t wait for an answer and pushed another finger inside. You felt as her legs closed on you but rapidly your free hand stopped them. 

You waited a few seconds for her to adjust to the new feeling of fullness, still sucking on her clit. And when her hand found your hair, gently pushing you closer to her cunt, you took it as a sign that she was ready for more. 

You pulled your fingers out of her and pushed them back in, again and again and again. Quickly finding a steady rhythm. As her cunt clenched harder around your fingers you could tell she was close to her orgasms. 

You picked up your pace, your fingers in and out of her. Your mouth sucking her clit, while your free hand moved up from her thigh to find her breast and massage it. The room was filled with the sound of her moans and whimpers, and the sound of your fingers smashing against her skin.

You looked up to her once more, taking in the beautiful sight before you. Her eyes were closed, her brows still furrowed, her mouth was opened. You rubbed your thighs together searching for some relief yourself as the scene unfolding in front of you made you even wetter. 

“Y/n, I think, I think I’m gonna—,” but she didn’t finish as her own loud moan cut her off. 

Your fingers must have been hitting the right spot because soon Florence squirted all over you as she came undone. Your eyes winded as you felt yourself covered by her wetness. You slowly keeped your fingers pushing in and out of her as she rode out her high. 

“Well, I’ve never done that before. I’m kinda proud of myself,” you chuckled. 

“Shut up,” she muttered, her breathing still uneven.

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Her smile, guys

HER SMILE

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Hi! could you maybe do more of Florence being pregnant? they are the cutest stories to read, and i dont see alot of them, sadly enough. But if you do, thank you!<3

btw i love your work!!

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paring: mum!florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): pregnant flo, fluff, r being worried about being a mother, flo reassuring r <3

warning(s): pregnancy (?), grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 1.3k

note: I feel like this is similar to 'Little Daisy' but also different (?), I tried my best. I'm having a majors writer block so if you guys have any requests please send them in. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you like it, nonnie <3

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At first you didn’t notice the changes in Florence’s body, even though they were right there, hiding in plain sight. 

It all started with the nauseas. You thought she had a virus but a quick visit to the doctor told you otherwise. She wasn’t sick at all, she was full of life. A tiny human was growing inside of her. 

Your eyes winded once the doctor gave the both of you the news, horror and confusion and anxiety on your face. Florence, on the other hand, had the biggest smile on hers, her eyes sparkling at the doctor's statement. 

You tried to pretend everything was fine, you faked a small smile and quizzed her hand in assurance. But as soon as she and the doctor got to talking about her body and the baby, you zoned out, taking in the information. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to have a baby, no, that wasn't the problem. You would love nothing more than to form a family with her, but you weren’t sure if you were ready. A baby was a huge deal, it was a human being after all. They need to be taken care of, and you weren’t sure if you would be able to do that. One thing was taking care of yourself, another thing was taking care of Florence, and taking care of a baby was a whole other thing. 

Florence didn’t notice your odd behaviour until the both of you got in the car and you were still silent. She then realised that since the doctor had told the both of you the news you hadn’t said a word. 

“Y/n, baby, is everything okay?” she placed her hand on your thigh, gently squeezing it in reassurance. 

You looked at her, tears burning your eyes. 

“Baby, what is it?” the look on your face worried her instantly, her hand found your cheek trying to comfort you. You leaned into her touch. 

“I just, I don’t if I can do this, Flo,” you whispered, not actually wanting her to hear you. 

She looked so happy when she found out she was pregnant, you didn’t want to take that away from her. You didn’t want to disappoint her. 

“You mean the baby?”, she asked softly, not wanting to scare you more than you already were. 

You slowly nodded your head. “I just, I don’t think I will be good at it. I’m going to fuck up, and I don’t want that for them. I don’t want them to be like me, I won’t do that to them,” the tears you tried so badly to stop from shedding were now rolling down your cheeks. 

“Y/n, listen to me. I get it, it’s scary, it’s new. You have every right to feel like this, but hear my words. You are the most incredible human being I ever had the pleasure to meet. This baby would be the luckiest baby on earth to have you as their mother. And I would love nothing more than for them to be exactly like you. Because you are everything, Y/n. You are kind, you’re funny, you are loyal, compassionate, courageous. You are the most marvellous person I have ever met,” she gently wiped your tears. “And you are not alone, baby. I know we can do this, okay? I wouldn't want anyone else to share this baby with. I know we didn’t plan this, but maybe it’s meant to be,” she pressed her forehead against yours. 

“Flo, I’m just so scared.”

“I know, baby. I know. But, hey, we have about six more months before they are here. We have plenty of time to figure our shit out,” she joked. 

A giggle escaped from your lips.

“We got this, okay?”

“Okay.” 

She gently pressed her lips against yours, wanting nothing more than to kiss all your worries and fears away. 

[...]

“Holy shit,” you gasped. 

“I know right?” she smiled at you. 

Your hand was on her now 6 month belly, feeling the strong kick of your child. Billie, laying beside Florence on the bed, was also paying attention to the little kicks of the tiny human growing inside her owner. 

“His kicks are so strong.” 

“Yeah. Wait,” she looked up at you. “His?” she raised her eyebrow at you. 

“Yeah, he’s definitely a he.”

“And how would you know that?” she playfully smacked your arm. 

“I just have a feeling.”

“Well, since I’m the one carrying the child I know for a fact that he is in fact a she.” 

You shook your head.” No, it’s a boy. But it doesn’t matter, as long as he is healthy I don't’ care what he is,” you placed a soft kiss on her belly. 

“Or what she is.”

“Whatever they are, right Billie?” she heard your calling and barked at you. “See, she knows I’m right. Billie can also feel it.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Florence threw a pillow at you. A smile formed on her lips. 

Her heart warmed everytime you would talk about the baby with so much love in your eyes, knowing that you finally admitted to yourself that you were going to be great at motherhood. 

“What about Matthew?” 

“For the baby?” you nodded. “Even if it was a boy, which isn’t the case, we are not naming our child after some dude with a vigilante complex, Y/n.”

“Oh, come on. Matt is a great lawyer and a great dude. This baby would be lucky to be named after him.” 

She squinted your eyes at you, not sure if you were being serious or not. 

“Okay, Matthew is a nice name,” she gave in. “But that doesn’t mean it a yes, okay?” you pouted. “Don’t give me that look, Y/n. I said I’ll think about it,” she smacked the pillow into your face once again. 

“Stop doing that,” you chuckled, snatching the pillow from her hands. 

“What about Primrose?” she tried. 

You sent her a death glare. “Just because your name is flower related doesn’t mean our child’s should also be.”

She rolled her eyes at you. “Okay, new rule. If flower names are discarded, so are marvel names.”

“You monster,” you pretend to be shot in the heart. “Okay, deal,” you shook hands. 

Florence grabbed her phone looking for baby names, you took advantage of the fact that she was now distracted, leaned into her belly and whispered only for the baby to hear. 

“Don’t worry, little one. I’ll make sure you have a cool name, even if it isn’t Matthew.”

Florence bit her bottom lip trying to hide the smile creeping on her lips. 

[...]

“What do you think about Robin?” you whispered, trying not to wake up the small human being in your arms. Your eyes never left their tiny body, so fragile yet so strong and healthy. 

It had been about 17 hours since you and Florence arrived at the hospital, 5 hours since she started to give birth to your child, and now 10 minutes since you first held them in your arms. 

You were slowly swinging them back and forth, trying to keep them calm. But also soothing yourself. You felt like you were going to explode any minute, not just by excitement and love for the tiny baby in your arms. But also anxiety and worry. But, somehow, the moment your skin made contact with theirs, every doubt you had ever had just washed away. 

Florence felt immensely happy, not only had she finally met her first born, but she got to share the moment with you. Her eyes got watery as she watched you rocking back and forth the tiny human. She couldn't believe you had ever doubted yourself. 

“Robin?”

“Yeah, it means bright, shining.”

“You sure it’s not a marvel character's name?” she playfully asked. 

“I, um��” you trailed off. 

“I like it,” she knew it was a marvel character’s name, but she didn’t care. “Our little Robin,” she smiled at you. 

“Hey, little Robin,” you whispered to the baby, tears burning your eyes.

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-M

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