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Jill Valentine x Reader Smut / MDLG mdni wc: ~5.6k i don't have to explain myself, so i won't. 🙂‍↕️ dividers by @/adornedwithlight.

summary: Jill's got reservations about this whole 'mommy' thing. She's not the maternal type - but for you, she can try.

content: mommy dom!Jill, little!reader, afab!reader, boot riding, dumbification, extensive depiction of cgl dynamics/lifestyle, humiliation, finger-sucking, spit, fingering, titsucking, aftercare, use of sippy cups/coloring book/the word 'stuffies', ruined orgasm, orgasm denial, implied age gap (di era jill, mid-late 20s+ reader).

In hindsight, the sippy cup should have been the first red flag.

Jill didn’t even bat an eye when you bought it. You'd tucked it to the back of the belt during a grocery trip, hiding it amidst the other canned goods, tried your damnedest to distract her while the cashier rang it up. She didn't know how to break it to you that she had seen you pick it out. She'd watched you deliberate between pink or green - strawberries or watermelon - before settling on pink.

You'd said you were going to look at candles - probably the truth, because you'd put one in the cart, too. Jill had doubled back to pick up laundry detergent and had caught you lingering in the kids aisle. She had always been able to pick you out of a crowd, had a sixth sense for where you were, hand practically magnetized to the small of your back. You looked so focused alone in that aisle that she had swallowed the call of your name and marched back to the cart.

So yes, she’d glossed over the (rather obvious) way you had tried to hide the purchase from her. That was as far as she was letting it go, though. Once you got home, you tried to bury it behind all the coffee mugs. Weird, she thought. You just bought the goddamn thing. You'd been talking about wanting a water bottle with a straw for a full month. It would be out of sight out of mind if you put it way back there, eaten up by the cabinet.

You shuffled away to put up the rest of the groceries and Jill plucked the cup from the back. She put the pink plastic front and center, right next to the rest of the glassware, as though it belonged there.

“That’ll cut down on our carpet cleaning,” she had even joked when she heard you traipsing back in.

A beat. She turns to look at you over her shoulder, brow raised. You look like a deer caught in floodlights, waiting to be gunned down. It took a moment for you to dig your voice up from the pit of your stomach.

“I know. All the regular ones didn't have the latching lid. Like, I need that anti-spill technology. I have to be baby-proofed.”

Yeah. It was a little out of place that you felt the need to justify the cup to her. Again - in hindsight, maybe it was a little odd. Surely there had been a water bottle that wasn’t pink and covered in cute little strawberries, but you were an adult. You made your own money. If you wanted the sippy cup with the strawberries on it, then you could have it. She wasn't about to police your tastes. After all, at a certain point of maturity you started to realize that the difference between kid stuff and adult stuff was just marketing. So many 'kid' versions of things were just the same as their adult counterparts. Covered in smiling bunnies and rainbows, maybe, but functionally the same item.

Suffice it to say, Jill didn't give two shits what stuff you bought for yourself. You were prone to spilling drinks, so the latching lid excuse made sense. Her singular complaint was the size. As your designated drink-getter, her trips had doubled. (She'd found some online in a bigger size, all muted, muddy colors, no cartoon strawberries. “Anti-spill technology,” she'd pointed out. You had shrugged, sipping at your little drink. It was the perfect size for one bottle of your favorite apple juice. That, she couldn't deny.)

She'd been unintentionally feeding into your preferred lifestyle the whole time, buying you the cutesy set of stickers for your scrapbook, picking up glittery markers when she saw them on sale.

The coloring books certainly weren't a bridge too far. You wanted to turn your brain off after a long week at work. That was all, really. Jill hadn’t asked for an explanation - she had asked which ones you liked, that she might pick one out for you. The first few she chosen had been branded 'adult coloring books' but again - what was the difference, other than subject matter and the complexity of some of them? You'd dutifully sat next to her during movie nights and colored regardless of difficulty. Your hand-eye coordination was developed, see? Made staying in the lines so much easier. And the colors you picked out - they don't (usually) clash. That all ties back to that developed eye for style.

‘Babydoll’ might not have been the best choice of pet names for you, but it had slipped out. It felt right, more sincere than ‘dear’ or ‘babe’. If she had known she was unintentionally enabling you, sending the little plastic gears in your head grinding to a halt, she might have picked something different.

The first time she'd said it, you'd given her a blank look. Jill had sworn not to say it again, already marking that off the list of options, but your response had been quick.

“No–” you reeled yourself in, a little too forceful there. Like a kid stomping their feet. “No, it's okay. I like it.”

How was she supposed to know that you had dubbed her ‘mommy’ in your internal monologue? That ‘babydoll’ did nothing but feed into your perception of her?

After it had all come out, after your first little slip-up that had sent both of you hurtling headlong into a series of changes in your lifestyle, you'd confessed that you had been thinking of her this way since you had moved in. Jill had been synonymous with ‘mommy’ since your possessions had spilled from the open mouth of the U-Haul and flooded her apartment. Her sparse, curated collection of decorations had been swallowed up in a wash of stuffed animals and plush blankets, and she had done nothing to stem the tide. Hell, she’d piled more on. Bought you stuffed animals from boutiques, airport giftshops, gas stations - anywhere, so long as it made her think of you.

Jill hadn’t thought twice about the stuffies. If most of her keepsakes hadn’t been obliterated via air strike, courtesy of the U.S.A. back in 1998, she’d probably have a collection of decor to contend with yours. Maybe less of the fuzzy variety, but she understood the appeal. She had never been one to get jealous of an inanimate object. If you wanted to lay your head on her lap, favorite stuffed animal coiled tight in your arms, then she had no objection. She’d willingly cocooned you in the fluffiest blanket within reach, her hand settling at the bend of your waist.

So, the stuffed animals? Totally normal. The sleepy, nonsensical babbles you’d catch from time to time during a night in, when it was just the two of you? She didn’t think twice. That had hardly been an adjustment.

Jill felt a little slow for not catching on before you let it slip. There had been so many signs. Piles of evidence all around her, some of which she had contributed to. She must be getting lax as the years wear on. Normally, she's sharp as can be. She'd know things about you before you did.

You’d been riding her boot the first time you said it. Jill had been busy - too busy to spend a couple hours folding you in half and fucking you to sleep, she told you. You'd dragged yourself into her office in your barely-there shorts, nipples pert and peaking the flimsy fabric of your tank top. Wait a minute - not your tank top. Hers. An old, faded Depeche Mode tank, white, damn near see-through.

She kept track of you in her peripheral as you dragged your bean bag chair (she'd offered to get you a real chair, something with back support, but you'd insisted; when you hit thirty, she’ll be able to gloat) right up next to hers, and dropped into it. Foosh. Makes your tits bounce when you plop down like that. That's probably why you did it.

She scooted forward in her chair, flipping the armrest up and kicking one leg out. Your eyes lit with glee. Horny little goblin. You moved to straddle her thigh, hands braced on her knee while you wobbled into position.

“Ah-ah.” Jill didn’t take her eyes from the screen. She kept hammering away at her report, the deadline looming. She stopped at a paragraph break to snap her fingers twice, pointing to the floor. “Down.”

You’d cratered to your knees without so much a second thought. See? Obedience wasn’t new to you. How was she supposed to know it was a different sort of devotion, different from the submission she was used to?

Something warm curls around her ankle - your hand, she realizes with a glance. Jill sighs. She hadn’t said not to touch. It’s difficult to be mad at the way your thumb circles her calf, especially for a command she hadn’t issued. Jill’s chair creaks backwards, her hands stilling on the keyboard. Your chin settles on her knee, eyes big and pleading for her touch.

Jill folds her arms under her chest. Your eyes track the way her chest moves. It's almost cartoonish - she half expects your tongue to loll out of your mouth.

“Get on.” Jill wiggles her boot back and forth. Your head tips to the side, confusion drawing your brows up. “On my boot, babydoll.”

She sees it - the brief flash where you’re drawn out of play time. The quickest twist of annoyance in your pout. How many times did you have to tell her to stop wearing her shoes inside? Especially her work boots, crusted with mud and shit and god knows what else. But if you’re worried about that then you’re too horny to protest. Her babydoll comes back in another blink, pressing your cunt down onto her steel toe.

There you go. Jill starts typing again and you get the hint. You're independent enough that you don't need her direction at every turn. Thank god - she'd never get anything done if you couldn't find a rhythm on your own, if you couldn't use whatever part of her body she dictated to get yourself off.

It doesn't take long for you to start whimpering. Your arms wind around her leg, chest pressed tight to her while you grind your drippy pussy against her. You use her body as leverage to drag yourself back and forth. Poor baby. Reduced to humping her leg like a damn dog.

Your pretty little whimpers come quicker, louder. Jill's fingers scrape against your scalp, urging your head upwards. She pools spit at the tip of her tongue, considers dripping it into you. Your mouth is popped open for her already, moans punctuating every push of your hips.

Any thought of tormenting you with the anticipation disappears when she sees you pinch your nipple, hips circling against the toe of her boot frantically. Your eyes flutter, thighs pulsing, so close–

“Stop.”

Jill rips her boot away for you. You plop against the floor, whining at the loss. Your hand flies to your pussy, rubbing your clit desperately through your shorts.

“I said stop,” Jill grinds out.

Her hand grips your jaw, fingers curling. You pull your hands away from yourself, fingers glistening when you lay them flat against the tops of your thighs. A whine squeaks out of you. Jill’s eyes narrow.

“Open,” she demands. Your mouth pops open obediently. When Jill gives you a directive, you follow it. Jump— how high? Cum— how hard?

Look at you - perfect little slut, tongue plopped out for her. She spits a fat glob of spit dead center and drops your jaw.

“Swallow.” It’s said carelessly. She looks away from you as if uninterested in you display. Her clit throbs in time with her heartbeat. Perfect girl, perfect, trained little–

You swallow. From the edges of her vision, she sees you stick your tongue back out as proof. “Thank you, mommy.”

The air in the room shifts, suddenly colder. Her skin feels as though it’s been pulled taut. Confusion swirls with her arousal. You said ma’am. Surely you said ma’am.

“What?” She blurts out, hands at a full rest on her keyboard.

You’ve still got that floaty, airy look about you. Jill wonders if it’s even possible to get a straight answer out of you right now.

“Thank you?” You repeat, unsure yourself. You blink quickly. She can pinpoint the moment you come back into your body, shoulders tensing, eyes widening, skirting away from her. “Uh– ma’am?”

Nice try. Not buying it.

“Did you call me mommy?”

Jill will probably regret the way she had spat that out until the day she died. It hadn’t been worth seeing the crushed look on your face, the shame flushed through you in a full-body shudder. In the moment, though, she can’t deny the pulse of disgust.

That night had ended on unsteady footing. She’d asked you not to call her that. You’d apologized again and again throughout the conversation, set her teeth on edge with how small you’d made yourself. It felt worse, seeing you slink out of her office, knowing you were going to curl up in bed - knowing you’d pretend to be asleep when she came in to check on you a few minutes later.

She had already been doing this for you, she realized. The new context was uncomfortable. She had sat in that feeling for a few days, tried to fall back into the patterns of your relationship without thinking of them these new, strained terms. Despite reassurances, she’d watched you shove away the things that had made you so comfortable.

No more coloring books - not in front of her at least. You’d left a stray marker lying out when you scrambled to hide the evidence of your coloring from her. Your sippy cup had been pushed to the back of the cabinet again, no matter how many times she’d moved it back to the front.

The final straw was when you’d started packing your stuffed animals away.

She could have been gentler about the whole thing, admittedly, but it had made her so goddamn angry to see you shove away things that made you happy. You had misunderstood her - or she hadn’t communicated clearly, or – or something.

“Quit,” she demands, pulling the stuffies from their cardboard prison. She set them firmly back on your side of the bed (never tossing - you’d told her before, tossing them was mean). “Stop doing this shit, babe. You don’t have to quit doing stuff you like.”

“But you don’t like it.”

“I never said that.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“No, I–” Jill pinches the bridge of her nose. This is going nowhere, round and round in circles. She takes a deep breath, lets it out slow.

“I don’t want it in the bedroom.”

“Then where do you want them?”

“Not the– the stuffed animals can stay. Okay? I just don’t like it when we’re having sex. The ‘mommy’ stuff. But you– I want you to be how you want to be with me. We were already doing the little stuff before. Right?” Jill’s hand cups your cheek, urges you to keep looking at her. There’s no hiding from this, not from her.

You still struggle to meet her eyes. She can tell you’ve picked a spot over her shoulder, staring past her. She ducks her head, puts herself into your vision.

“...Kinda. Yeah.”

“Then we can keep doing that.” Her answer is firm. She’s spent hours thinking about this, analyzing where her discomfort came from, why it hit her so goddamn hard – how to ensure you never felt so rejected by her again. The discomfort lingers, smaller than before. Dwarfed by how greatly she misses having you next to her and comfortable. There had been an openness that she had stolen from you. “...Just don’t call me mommy when you’re getting off on my boot anymore, okay? I’m not ready for that.”

In time, the discomfort faded. Having you next to her at the end of a hard week, eyes wide and vulnerable, trusting her completely to take care of her - it became a little intoxicating. Her boundaries expanded, pushed farther and farther from where they had started as she slipped back into routine.

It surprises her how well she takes to it. Jill hasn't got much in the way of maternal instincts. She's good with dogs, though, and kids and dogs both need discipline. It's the same thing, right?

No. Not at all. But you're not really a kid. Your real mom did all the hard work, and now Jill gets to sweep in and have all the fun. Sit. Roll over. Speak. You're good at those.

Stay, not so much. She knows she’s got you in the right headspace when you won't stop wiggling. Jill's grown accustomed to slinging an arm across your stomach when she buries her face in your pussy. The squirming never ends, and pressing your hips into the mattress had only ever made you curl upwards, arms bracketing her head, shoving her face into your cunt.

The real danger is letting you sit on her face while you're like this. You squirm and buck, squeal out your pleasure while she laps at you. She rocks her head from side to side, her nose bumping against your pudgy clit. The way you thrust down into her - christ, you’re going to send her to the hospital one day.

That was how it had been the first time Jill had opened up the floodgates, the first time she’d let these little games back into your bedroom.

Her hands palm the globes of your ass, spreading you open for her tongue. She keeps you nice and tight against her face, her neck craned at an angle that would hurt later. A problem for tomorrow. Today’s problem is that you keep biting your knuckle, tucking those pretty little sounds away from her.

Jill swats your ass, quick, sharp. She pulled away only far enough to reprimand you – “Don’t hide from mommy” – before she wrapped her lips around your clit and churned her tongue against you, again and again.

You let out a surprised squeak, garbled behind your fist. Your hips shot forward, pressing her face into the mattress, suffocating her with your cunt. Jill moaned, gripped you tighter, held you to her face and tongue-fucked you through an orgasm that made your spine twist, your thighs clamp tight around her head.

Jesus Christ - that’s what she’d been missing out on? All because she’d been too squeamish about a title?

That was all it took to convince herself that she was fine with it, really. Jill helped you roll off of her. She lowered you back to the mattress as if you were a priceless, fragile little thing. The urge to care for you, to pamper you, had never been stronger. You’d nearly had to force her to quit flitting around you. It took insisting that you needed to cuddle for her to stop, for her to let you settle against her.

“I think you broke my nose,” Jill teases.

“Stop.” You hide your face in the top sheet, but she hears you bite off a giggle. Her hands float to your sides, long digits brushing along the curve of your ribs, snaking up your stomach to cup your breasts. She rolls them in her palms - together, then apart, thumbs flicking over your nipples. Languid, no heat behind it. No need for another round, not yet, but she wants to appreciate the art before her.

“I'm serious.” Jill turns her head to the side. Her profile silhouettes in the lamplight.

She's the kind of woman they make statues of. Her nose cuts a proud shape from the light, the slope of her brow relaxed only here in your bedroom. It occurs to you to trail a finger along contour of her face and, uninhibited, you do. Jill holds still for you, let’s you marvel at the work before your eyes. Her nose has been broken before - not by your weight, but by fists. Her throat bobs as you trail a knuckle down her chin, against the delicate skin of her neck, childish in your wonder.

Jill still had her boundaries, the same as you had yours.

Your appreciation is every bit grown. You tuck yourself against her side, kiss along her jaw until you reach her lips. You mutter your ‘I love you’ against her there. She can be ‘mommy’, she realizes. Just for you, just within your home.

No disciplinarian stuff, not while you're acting all little. It makes her feel grimy. You don't get in trouble for little stuff, not for leaving your coloring book out or for flooding the living room with stuffies while she's away. You do get in trouble being an absolute brat and pawing at her leg while she's in the middle of a meeting.

That had been fun. You'd been all curled up in your beanbag chair, tucked out of frame while Jill listened in on the eastern European division’s quarterly report. Evidently, reduction in bioterrorism incidents weren't thrilling enough for you. She’d popped her leg out to the side, wiggled her boot at you - a command you knew well enough by then.

What kind of mommy makes her baby girl ride her boot? A strict one. It had always been a favorite punishment, denying you her touch and making you get yourself off however she dictated. But when you were all soft and malleable? Desperate for her attention, for her touch? Now it has her soaking herself. An added, unexpected side effect? You'd stopped nagging her to take her boots off as much.

On the other hand, you staunchly refused for this to be a 24/7 arrangement. You were an adult. You contributed to the house, had goals and ambitions just as much as she did. As happy as Jill was to pamper you, to be your mommy when you needed it, she wasn't ever to hold that over your head.

Once, she'd dared to tease you in the middle of a discussion about utilities - gas bill's so high 'cause my babydoll like the house too warm - and the look you'd given her had been enough to make her backtrack immediately. You hadn't even been willing to entertain the notion that she might treat you as less capable, less of an equal partner just because you enjoyed her care.

That had been a rocky discussion.

“I don't want to do this with you if you're just going to think less of me for it.”

Christ, she wants to pull her hair out, stuff her words back into her mouth and just pay the goddamn gas bill. It wasn't like you couldn't afford it.

“I don't think less of you.”

“Then don't say stuff like that.”

“Babe, you're kind of overreacting.”

Your eyes harden. Obviously, that hadn't been the right thing to say either.

She'd nearly lost you in that conversation. Not entirely, not your whole relationship - just this soft, needy part that craves a softer touch, a nurturing hand. Maybe a better, more experienced mommy would have stepped it back better, assured you that wasn't what she meant. But Jill's not built for this, not naturally.

It's your thing. She's just indulging you.

She gathers up your coloring books, piling them neatly on the coffee table. She takes a minute to thumb through them, to admire the work you'd done that evening. Spooky Cutie, Gummy Bear World, the more complicated dinosaur coloring book from the Smithsonian. You'd been rotating - proudly showing her your work from page to page, polling her on what color you should use from time to time. One moment it was a bear and a cat cooking stew together in a simplified, cutesy kitchen. The broth was dark brown because mommy had decided they were having beef stew, not chicken and dumplings.

The next, you were asking for her favorite dinosaur, then her second favorite, then her third, and flipping through your book to find any one of them. She'd never seen a more elaborate backdrop for a triceratops. You'd dutifully laid out every shade of green you had and set to work on the foliage. Halfway through the movie she realized she'd missed a plot point, too busy checking in on your coloring.

It's not her thing. She just ended up at a craft store one day for something completely different. It was a good deal on markers, honest. Yeah. The deal had been on the ones that were high-end, that had the shades of green you needed to really make that cretaceous-era flora pop.

Jill is so fucked.

Right. Definitely just your thing.

She's above this. Keeps her personal life and her professional life neatly separated, despite the Redfield's best efforts. Claire knows she has a serious girlfriend. She'd done the detective work on Jill's limited social media, pored over new friends and comments like it was her job.

(“I had in-flight wi-fi.” Never a sentence you want to hear Claire Redfield say.

“So you wasted your time stalking me online?”

Claire shrugs. “Your girlfriend posts a lot and she likes everything you post. It wasn't hard to figure it out. She seems nice. Not subtle, but, you know – nice.”)

If Claire knows, then Chris knows. For years he's maintained that he hates gossip, but he's always suspiciously well-informed.

So when Chris sets a big hand on her shoulder and asks how the detective work is going, the appropriate answer should be ‘fine’ or ‘I'm going to blow my brains out if I have to dig through another financial record’. It should not be:

“Mommy's tired.”

Silence. God, she can't have said that. That wasn't what came out of her mouth, surely. She just said ‘I'm tired’, right?

Jill looks up at Chris. His eyebrows are in the fucking stratosphere. Before she can tell him not to say a goddamn word, his face splits into a grin.

“Does mommy want a coffee?”

“I'm reporting you to HR.”

Chris laughs, full-bodied, the sound bursting from his chest. He looks years younger in that moment, and when she huffs a laugh she wonders if she does too. All of that gets wiped away when she remembers how utterly fucked she is. Her cover is blown, her personal life finally hemorrhaged into the office.

“I'm reporting you to HR,” he counters. He swings himself into the chair opposite her desk. “Anything you want to talk about?”

“Fuck you.”

“Not if I have to call you mommy.”

Jill’s more than a little pent up when she kicks the door closed that evening. You turn your head, hands plunged in the basin of the sink. Domestic, homey - not quite her babydoll, but her girlfriend.

As you can imagine, the rest of the day was a nightmare. Chris didn’t know how to let a joke die, but at least he had the sense to keep it between the two of them.

She can change that.

“How was work?” You greet.

“You got me in trouble today.”

Confusion clouds your eyes. You try to turn from the sink, but Jill's arms cage you in. She's not a tall woman, but it's never stopped her from being imposing. She wedges her knee between your legs and lifts, pressing against your cunt. The heat pouring through you short circuits your brain, leaves all your intelligible thoughts fizzling out of your mouth in a confused heap.

“Huh?” Is what you finally manage to muster.

Jill snorts. Very intelligent. Her hands grip your hips. She turns you to face her, presses you down against her thigh, rocks your hips back and forth for you until you get the picture. Your movements are slower, uncertain. She has to battle the urge to force your movements quicker. Patience. She can rip the pleasure from you later.

Her mouth latches onto your neck, open-mouthed kisses pressed against your skin again and again, your pulse quick and unsteady under her lips. Your hands hover inches over her sides, water dripping from your fingertips, iridescent suds drying against your skin. You're not going back to the dishes, not if she can help it; leave them to soak in the sink.

Jill shifts a hand under your waistband, fingers ghosting just above your panties. A shudder rattles down your spine, stomach rolling against her hand. She slips her other hand up your front, ghosting between your breasts. Her knuckles catch under your chin.

“Everyone knows, babydoll.”

It's cute, watching you try to put the pieces together. Your poor little brain is frying and she still turns up the temperature on you. She shifts her leg away to palm your cunt through your panties. Goddamn, you may as well be molten heat at this point. Won't be much longer before she has you dripping into her palm.

It takes all her restraint not to shove your panties to the side and plunge her fingers into your needy little pussy then and there. Patience will make it sweeter, wetter, make you cling to her shoulders, clamp around her so tightly she loses circulation.

Her hand moves from your chin the moment you start forming a question. She presses her middle and ring finger to the seam of your lips and you open before she can so much as muster the first syllable. She chuckles, derisive. Your tongue swirls around her, laving against the pads of her fingers. Dutiful, obedient, her perfect little babydoll lapping at her skin.

You suckle, sloppy wet noise spilling from your mouth. A rush of love hits Jill square in the chest. It drops, settles in her gut right next to the need to claim.

“Everyone knows you need mommy to take care of you,” she coos, mocking. You squirm, something between fear and arousal sparking in your eyes. You suck harder. Definitely arousal.

It’s easy to walk you over to the counter, hips pressed tight to yours. She lets you suck at her fingers as long as she can before she needs that hand to pick you up and drop you on the countertop. Jill shoves your shorts down, tugs your panties to the side. Her spit-slick fingers trail along your slit. You shuffle down, greedy for more of her touch. Her poor baby, alone all day - and already so wet for her.

You suck her fingers in greedily. Her hand presses at your hip, a silent urge for you to stay still, to let her prep you. You can get so ahead of yourself, she knows - but she’ll take care of you. Jill’s mouth latches onto your neck. She only detaches to shuck your t-shirt up and off.

Your legs latch over her hips, trapping her hand between your bodies. Greedy little girl, taking more than she wanted to give. Jill can’t be angry about it, not now. She pumps her fingers into you steadily. Her mouth trails down to your chest, lips latching onto your nipple.

“Take it, babydoll, there you go – take it for me.” Her breath fans against your breast. She buries her face between them, moans against your sternum. Your back arches, tits pressing into her. Your arms press your tits together around her head, smothering her, and her pussy clenches around nothing.

Jill's fingers drill into you, grind right up against that spot that makes you squirm. She could find it blindfolded. No more long, slow-strokes with her thick fingers. Hard, deep, just how you need, thumb rubbing your clit.

Fuck - you must need this as badly as she does. You snap after a few more strokes, moan strangled and high. Your chest arches, your hands flying into her hair, holding her tight to your tits.

“Good girl, perfect girl for mommy– gonna have you cumming all night.” Promises seared into your skin just before her mouth latches above your breast, sucks a bruise into your skin.

Your hand pushes at her wrist, babbling about too much. Jill nearly goddamn growls, as if you’re trying to take her favorite toy away. Her thumb slows against your clit, fingers drawing languidly out of you. One last pump for good measure, just to watch your legs twitch.

Her cheek rests against your chest, rising and falling with your breaths.. She watches you recover with half-lidded eyes.

“Do– do people really know?” You ask once you’ve managed to regain the ability for language processing.

Jill pouts. Clearly she hasn’t fucked you good enough if you’re still worried about that. She shifts to grip your hips, tugging you the the edge of the counter. She cants her hips up, trying to fit them flush with yours. Promises for later.

“Just Chris.” You groan. Honestly, it could be way worse. You’re overreacting. She knows better than to say that out loud now. “He’s not gonna tell anyone.”

“Not even his sister?”

Jill hesitates. She steps back from the counter, helps your newborn deer legs find their foot on the floor. She thumbs the button of her jeans open, stumbling out of them while she helps you over to the couch. You’re easy to position like this, malleable to her wants. Just how you both like it. Jill swats your ass - playful, not punishing.

“You worry too much. They’re not gonna care.”

“What if I care?”

Jill sinks to the floor in front of you, guiding your legs up to her shoulders. She kisses her way up your sweat-slick skin, savoring the taste on her tongue on her way to your core.

“Just let mommy kiss it all better.”

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darsynia · 1 month ago

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Steve and Avenger!Reader going to a Christmas Market please! 🥰 Can be any sort of relationship but wouldn't mind a Christmas Market proposal...

Thank you so much, this is perfect for both @buck-star's fluffy winter event (Christmas Market) and Day 1 of @the-slumberparty's December Daze: (let me dust the snow off your coat/hat/shoulder)

Words/Warnings: 2,315 / tooth-rotting fluff

MCU MASTERLIST | STEVE ROGERS | BUCKY BARNES

Don’t Mind If I Do

“Even North Carolina is freezing cold this morning, I checked. Trust me, this will be worth it.”

You frown in your perfect blanket cocoon. “All right, I’ll be out front by 8. And I’m cranking the heat in my rooms to 74 while I do it, just so I’ll be in a nicer mood for you!”

“You won’t regret it, sweetheart.”

With that, the two of you hang up, and you tap the + icon multiple times in the app that controls the heating in your suite. The Avengers Compound isn’t much to look at from the outside, but they make up for that in amenities. The only catch is, the suites are much too small to share with anyone. Despite your year-long committed relationship, you and Steve haven’t been able to truly ‘sleep over’ or spend couples time comfortably while stationed here. His rental apartment in NYC is lovely, and you’ve spent time together there, but both of you tend to be work-oriented. You’ve made do with what you have, even when that means sometimes cramming into Steve’s twin sized, extra-long bed here at the Compound.

Besides, you remind yourself as you rush through your morning routine, Steve Rogers isn’t the ‘shack up’ type, so it’s not like you’d be sharing an apartment if one were available. Still, it feels wrong to wake up without his warm, strong body next to yours on a cold day like this.

Steve had told you to dress for being outside, so after pulling on a thick pair of socks and lacing up your hiking boots, you don a knitted hat and shrug on a winter coat over your sweater. You meet up with Steve in the atrium of the building, feeling that familiar flush when he turns and lights up to see you.

“Oh perfect, you look nice and warm,” Steve says, quickly adding, “--and beautiful too. Very.”

He always leads with the truth, but as a boyfriend, he’s made you feel lovely enough for a superhero, leading to this in-joke of adding that compliment as an afterthought. You know him enough now to recognize when he thinks the second part first, and the face he’d made after turning around tells you this is one of those days.

“Are any of those pre-requisites for your secret Saturday morning outing?”

“Two of those are permanent, but yes, being warm will help,” he says, holding out a bare hand for you to take.

Inwardly grinning, you start to slip off your own glove, then pause. “Exactly how cold is it in North Carolina versus here? Do I need to grab a scarf?” Before working with the Avengers, you’d been stationed at Fort Liberty, so the climate difference between that and upstate New York had taken a little getting used to.

Steve takes your glove, tucks it into your pocket (being sure to crowd close enough to blatantly smell your hair), and then takes your bare hand in his bare hand to walk out into the brisk December air. It’s cold.

“At least ten degrees warmer than this, but I’d be happy to offer my arm as a scarf,” he says, squeezing your hand as you wend your way through the parked cars.

“You’re ten times better looking than all of my scarves, so I think I win!”

The drive is cozy with the heat on and an oldies Christmas station crooning the classics. After almost a half hour of light conversation and heavy exchanged glances, Steve pulls into a charming neighborhood decked to the rafters with holiday cheer. You peer out the windows, trying to figure out the plan. Are there sleigh-hay rides? An ice skating rink? Maybe a holiday quilt show set up in an 18th century church somewhere? You’re so caught up by the possibilities that you miss the instructions Steve gets from a woman wearing a high-vis jacket and Santa hat until the car parks, and he turns it off.

There’s something almost ceremonial about the way your boyfriend pats each of his warm trenchcoat’s pockets to find his gloves before pulling them on and flexing his hands. It’s captivating, not dissimilar to the way he girds himself for battle (whether physically or morally, you’ve noticed).

“You see my hat anywhere?” he asks, finally turning to look at you.

“Crap. I might have sat on it,” you realize.

Steve grins. “Well, it’ll be warm.”

You both get out of the car, and Steve dons his pre-warmed hat before gesturing toward the city center a few blocks away. “Christmas market.”

If your life was a film, that’s where either the Hallelujah Chorus or a full-on tire screech would have happened, but as it is, you fall sideways into him and catch yourself on his lapel, looking up at him with wide, delighted eyes.

“You promise? Oh God, that was way too Hallmark of me, I’m sorry-- but… you promise?” you ask, going through three vastly different facial expressions in the process.

“I promise,” Steve says, taking your hand in his, then lifting both to kiss the back of yours.

Christmas markets had been a staple of your childhood, and your family used to travel pretty far afield to see new and favorite ones. As your family’s circumstances had changed, those trips had dwindled, and by the time you were out of high school, they were a treasured memory of a no-longer-possible past. The years since then have mostly involved you throwing yourself into your work, becoming the kind of person soldiers and civilians alike can trust and rely on. If you’re honest, your time with the Avengers has been more fulfilling than even those precious school years of summer beaches, birthday parties, and chilly strolls through magical small-town holiday displays.

Part of that is Steve, a genuine hero and painfully good man who somehow seems to love you almost as much as you love him. Since the first moment you met he’s held out his hand for you in support. He’s a teammate, a challenger, a role model, and honestly? A partner.

“Snow! Look at that!” You can hear the smile in his voice. Light, gentle flurries have started to drift down just as you visit the first festive stall. It’s perfect timing, since some of the crafts on display are delicate handmade snowflake ornaments. “If you’ve got an ‘in’ with the weather, sir, I’d love to learn your secrets,” Steve jokes with the owner.

“It snows for you, to make perfect day for you and your wife!” the elderly man says with a beatific expression. “Please, you must take one for your tree at home.”

The two of you have two separate small trees, a result made necessary by the size of your living spaces at the Compound. You can see Steve tense up, clearly uncomfortable with the hinted, benign falsehood.

“Oh, but I must have both of these, too! How much?” you rush to say, pulling out your wallet and holding them up next to the one the owner pressed into Steve’s hand. It feels like your responsibility to meet the men in the middle.

“This is so we can see them from all angles, you understand,” Steve says.

“Of course!” the man says, a secretive smile playing on his lips. “Three is a good number, and I wish you a successful day!”

Steve’s cheeks have a distinct pinkish tinge to them for the next set of booths, but you avoid teasing him about it. This is not the first time someone’s misidentified the two of you as married, and you’ve always tread very carefully during those moments. Have you dreamed about marrying Steve Rogers? God, yes. You’d never say anything though. Proposing to Captain America is almost a national sport, something you’ve witnessed firsthand. Heck, you wouldn’t be surprised if he rejected you out of habit if you tried proposing.

It does look like you’ll both get to dodge your more famous secondary identities today. A lot of that is thanks to Tony’s fleet of look-alike cars, his insane security for the whole campus, and the way Steve can somehow dress and look like a regular, if burly country guy. However it’s happened, you’re incredibly grateful that your relationship has skated under the press radar. You suspect that Steve’s ‘couple behavior’ this morning is a result of happiness, holiday cheer, and perceived anonymity (you like the scruff he’s sported these past weeks, but… come to think of it, you wonder if he grew it just for that extra layer of obfuscation. Cap doesn’t quite pull National Icon status with hints of a beard, after all).

After forty minutes of happily wandering from booth to booth and window display to window display, the two of you decide to partake in the reason why everyone’s there so early in the morning: Christmas pastry from one of the best bakeries in central New York.

The town has set up a charming eating area just off the central square in a church parking lot. There are evergreen trees lining one side, each decorated in a different (sometimes chaotic) style and heavily festooned with lights. The picnic tables are all red and green, and hanging from a few of the arching lightposts is a bundle of familiar-looking plant-life. Steve sends you to snag a seat ahead of him while he waits in line, and when he comes back, he’s got twice as many goodies as you expected, all piled up on one plate.

“They all have a label on them saying ‘Mistle-hug,’” he says, standing at the end of the table. “I have two plates’ worth here, but they were much more stable like this.”

“How are we going to eat all this?” you ask, delighted nonetheless. You take the plate and carefully liberate the second stacked plate so you can distribute the bounty evenly, but Steve doesn’t hasn’t sat down yet. “If you don’t come pick out what you want, I’m going to get greedy!” you lie in a singsong voice. All he does in response is say your name softly.

“What are you--” you ask as you straighten up and look over at him. He’s standing at almost battle stance, frozen still with one hand tucked into the inside of his jacket. You immediately see the beautiful pattern the snow’s made on his shoulder, and pop to your feet with your phone.

“Wait, that’s not--” Steve says in a bewildered voice, his brows adorably furrowed even when you show him the picture.

“Here,” you say impudently, reaching up to kiss at his shoulder and thus melt the ‘offending’ snowflake art so he can feel free to sit down. “All perfect now.”

“You’re completely right,” Steve says. There’s something odd in the tenor of his voice-- and then suddenly he’s on one knee in front of you, pulling that hand out of his coat pocket with a recognizably-sized box.

You’ve got tears in your eyes, flowers blooming in your heart, and powdered sugar on your hands, which is why you’d chosen to kiss the snow off instead of brush it, but then Steve starts to speak.

“I was going to do this by the big tree, but then it hit me-- I spent years locked in ice, and it was all because I was waiting for you to come kiss all the cold away. You’re everything I didn’t and couldn’t know I needed-- a warm smile, a fighting heart, a clever mind, and more than that, you make me feel smarter, stronger, and happier when I’m with you. Will you marry me?”

You can barely get the word ‘YES!’ out past the lump in your throat, but you’d started nodding as soon as he opened his mouth. Steve tugs the ring out of the box and slides it perfectly onto your finger before surging upwards, pulling you into a twirling, joyful hug that dances the two of you a good few feet away from your table.

“Look, they’re under the Mistle-hug!” some voice calls out, and Steve’s --your future husband’s-- chest starts shaking with laughter. He sets you down and you both look up. A mere centimeter above his head spins one of the fake mistletoe pieces, its label dislodged by your antics. A ‘Hug! Hug! Hug!’ chant starts from the growing crowd of onlookers, and you nod up at Steve, your heart in your eyes.

“Don’t mind if I do!” he quips, engulfing you in a bear hug that leaves your newly-adorned left hand once again resting right on his chest. At the very edges of the roaring in your ears you hear a few people correctly guess who the two of you are, but you’re too delighted to mind.

A half hour later, when most of the well-wishers are finished offering their advice, encouragements, and pieces of paper for Steve to autograph, you notice that you’d left a powdered sugar outline on his coat.

“Oops, sorry about that,” you tell Steve, nodding at the handprint and grabbing a wreath-adorned paper napkin to dip it in your cider to wash it off.

“Leave it,” he says, stopping you with a possessive little thumb swipe across the ring he’d placed on your finger. “Feels like it belongs there, just like you, sweetheart.”

You want to tell him all the ways you love him, all the things he’s made better in your life, all the demons he’s conquered for you simply by being Steve Rogers, but you’re speechless. All at once, the perfect tension-breaker hits you, and you can’t help but laugh.

“What is it?” Steve asks in a wary, amused tone. It’s another sign of how well you know each other.

“Can we try to convince Tony that I get to take the name Mrs. America?"

As it turns out, that’s exactly what most of the next day’s news articles call you.

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sunnylands-world · 2 years ago

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Western boy

Pairing: cowboy Harry styles x fem reader

Summary: your little crush on your father's best friend finally turns into what you always wanted it to...

Word count: 1,186

Warnings: oral [fem receiving], unprotected p in v [don't be dump please], dirty talk, tummy bulge kink, breeding kink, age gap, western themes

A/n: I don't know if I have any readers for Harry styles but here's this fic again because I deleted it

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You and your friend were taking a stroll to the market in your town. The dust of the desert seemed to blow heavily despite the heat that scorched your skin; your boots looked like your father hadn't taken them to get a decent scrub in a while and your hat sat tilted on your head protecting your eyes from the rays of the sun.

"dear God [name], how much farther I honestly think I'll melt if I have to take another step!" your friend groaned and you chuckled. "It's a beautiful day out daisy, I think it's perfect for a walk. You act as if you ain't walked a day in your life." you called back to her. "But you're father's the sheriff! surely we could have gotten a ride, why ever didn't you ask." She whined and you rolled your eyes.

Your father was indeed the sheriff, people in town considered you a daddy's girl who was spoiled despite the fact that you hadn't been seen bathing in the finest things. You took a few steps before familiar brown leather boots on horseback caught your eye and a small smile came to your face. "My, my if it isn't the chief's little girl" his voice said as the sound of horseshoes came in closer, stopping you in your tracks. "Hello to you Mr. Styles" you said looking at him.

Harry was your father's best friend, you practically grew up with him in your life; his hair was cut nicely though you did miss the long locks under his brown cowboy hat. His smirk spread wide as he shamelessly looked you over, you bit your lip thinking about how much he'd done that lately. "I must say, you've grown up to be a fine young lady. Pretty as a flower!" he praises and you shyly smile. "You're not too bad yourself Harry" you complimented and there was no lie in your words.

Harry was at least in his late 30's or early 40's and he definitely aged a lot better than most men out here, he looked like he was a favorite of the lord's with his brown curls and shimmering green eyes and his facial hair suited him deliciously might you add. "Shouldn't go around telling a man like me somethin like that doll, I might just think you're offering me something" he breathed out, letting his eyes linger a while on your open top showing your perky breasts.

"Maybe I am styles" you challenged. "Don't go making promises you can't keep" he mumbled and you locked eyes with him. "I ain't making promises styles, I'm offering" you say and your eyes are genuine. He smirks. "Go home daisy, I'm taking your friend for a ride" he says, reaching his hand out for you to climb up the brown horse.

Your friend huffs heading for the stairs of the nearest place for alcohol and you cling to Harry's back as you ride to his home.

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Your back rested on the queen size bed as Harry knelt down between your legs that were bent upwards so he could lap at your dripping cunt. Your dress was long gone and your hands grabbed handfuls of your breasts as you lost yourself in the pleasure of the older man. "You taste as sweet as pie doll, dripping your sweet juices for me" Harry said, as he let his tongue thrust into you.

"Oh God Harry" you cried out, bucking your hips up chasing your high desperately, his nose bumped your clit with every jerk of your waist and his stubble scratched an itch you never knew you had. "That's it doll, cum for me, make a mess" he says, dipping his tongue deeply into you, licking at your soft walls assaulting the sensitive area between your legs. You followed his order like the good girl you were drenching him with shouts of his name. He didn't stop slurping and sucking till he gathered every last drop of your release.

He stood with his knees now between your thighs, leaning forward kissing your forehead gently. "You still with me sugar?" He asked, seeing your lashes flutter a bit but you nodded. "Still with you Harry" you uttered softly, hazy from your first orgasm. "I'm gonna fill you up sweetness, you okay with that. Want me to stuff you full" he confirmed, his little comment at the end only made you all the more eager for him. "Yess Harry, please" you begged, dry humping his jeans.

He let out a chuckle, pulling at the loop of his belt that was adored with all his many gadgets. You couldn't help but look as he freed his cock. It leaked precum from the swollen red tip, his size was at least a good six or seven inches and you almost shut your legs as you thought of how something so big would fit inside you. He came forward rubbing the head of his length between your wet folds teasing your entrance.

"Please don't tease me Harry," you pleaded far to in need of fulfilling your fantasies. "Since you asked so nicely" he said, driving his cock deep in your tight wet opening, your head went back into his pillows as you felt him touch the spot deepest inside you. "Oh my goodness Harry!" You called into the room as he began to move in a back and forth motion, his hands pressing your legs to your chest; the bed rocking against the wall.

"Would you look at that, my cocks deep in your little tummy" he said letting one of your legs go causing you to grab it as he pressed his hand down where his cock was supposedly visible. You leaned up on your elbows to look and sure enough a bulge was there in the place his hand was. Your eyes went wide as you moved your own hand to take the place of his while he rutted into you, you looked up to his now forest green eyes.

"God, that's the prettiest thing I've ever seen. You looking all innocent while I take you like a little whore" he mumbles, his head falling back as he quickens his paces. "Wanna fill this pussy up with my cum, get ya nice and round with babies." He says, his country accent is clear as day. "That's what ya want sweetness?" He asks looking back at you, you hold eye contact with him nodding.

"Please Harry, need it" you whine rolling your hips and that seems to be what pushes him over the edge as he fills you with warm cum triggering your second climax of the night.."holy fuck doll take it fucking take my cock" he moans with his legs trembling as he falls forward baring his head in your neck, sweaty chest pressed to yours.

You kiss his neck tenderly while you cum on his cock with your own words of nonsense. You don't even think about the reaction your father will have while you snuggle closer to Harry with him still deep in you.

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cakemagemaeve · 1 year ago

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nopynopa · 4 days ago

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Trip to Bayuka

part7 : Commander Cody x Pierce

Warning: none

A/N: Happy new year 🎈 🎉🥰 If you want me to write fanfic about that mission, please comment.

At the airport, there were many people walking busily. Cody held Pierce’s hand so they won’t lost each other. Pierce just had changed her dress at this airport. She wore a green sleeveless shirt and a white skirt. They walked through glass doors. Outside, there was a large pond and fountains in it, there were palm trees around the pond and large pyramid-shaped objects outside of the city. Sunlight shined brightly. Cody raised his hand to cover his eyes.

“Where are we going first ?” Cody asked

“How about we walking around the city first ?” Pierce offered her idea.

They walked down to the city. Streets and buildings were yellow tone, some parts were decorated in colorful patterns. People were leading their animals, some ship were trucking fruit to market.

Cody still held Pierce’s hand. He could smell fishy and saw fish that still moving in a bucket. They were black, long body and had two heads! Cody looked at them with suspiciously eyes. Then pierce bought two burning fish and gave one to him.

“How it is ?” She asked

“Slimy” He answered while he was chewing it.

“Just like general Grievous ?” She chuckled.

“What? Why?” He wondered.

“Slippy” She answered.

Then, they walked into a cloth shop. There were many colors, sizes and patterns. Pierce picked one of them, and put it on her shoulder. Cody shook his head.

“Don’t you like it ?” She tilted her head.

“I think you might suit with this one more” He said. He put the one he said on her shoulder, and looked into a mirror. “Perfect match” He smiled. So Pierce bought green leaf pattern fabric and the same pattern but sand yellow for him.

It was afternoon. They were riding an Eopie with caravan. It was hot and sunny. Luckily, they had bought fabrics so they used them to cover them and hide them from the sun. Pierce sat in front of Cody who was controlling the Eopie. She looked at his serious face, and turned her head to pressed her lips on his cheek. Cody flinched and looked at her. Then he pressed his lips on hers. They had enjoyed this little moment before they break to breathe.

“I want this moment last forever” Cody said and squeezed her nose.

“What would general Kenobi say if he heard this” She said.

“It’s not that he‘s never been in love before” Cody told her. Implying that he had lover.

“Oh…I never expected he had…” Pierce said with her confusing voice.

“Lover! yes, he have” Cody said.

“Have? Don’t you mean he still in love with her?” Pierce wondered.

“I’m not sure, but he acted just like he had feeling for her” Cody told her.

“Who is she ?” Pierce asked. Her eyes were wide with suspicious.

“Just forget what I said” Cody said and frowned his eyebrows.

“What? but you said…okay fine” First, Pierce wanted to ask Cody who she is, but she thought he didn’t want to tell her because if he told her, his might have problem with his general so that she let oneself on.

The caravan reached the pyramids that Cody saw when he was in the city. There were four pyramids, two of them was bigger than the other two. They wasn’t smooth like he thought. They were portioned into floors, higher floors had smaller spaces than lower floors. Looking from distance, they looked like smooth triangles, but when you were in front of them, it looked like trapezoids stacked on others and triangle at the top. They got down from Eopie.

“Och! Sand! It in my boots now” Cody complained.

“Just sand! It won’t kill you” Pierce shook her head and crossed her arms.

“I know, I’m not general Skywalker” He frowned. He saw her immediately smiled. “What funny ?” He asked.

“Don’t you remember ?” She laughed while they were walking up to pyramid.

“That mission ?” Cody not sure if it was the mission that general Skywalker slipped on sand, his head submerged in sand and his face was full of sand when he turned back. He remembered how he screamed and everyone especially general Kenobi tried not to laugh, but they couldn’t. “The one that general Skywalker slipped on sand ?”

“Yes, that one” She still laughed. “I really wonder how he slipped”

“Why don’t you ask him ?” Cody asked her.

“I’m not brave enough” She smiled and shook her head. ”And I don’t think general want to talk about that mission”

They walked up to the second floor. Outside was open space and there were decayed poles. Each pole was carved into people, some had wings, some held weapons. There were carving raising from the wall, most of them were animals.

They walked inside the pyramid. It was dark, but Cody had flashlight. Cody led his hand to Pierce, she grabbed his hand, and walked beside him. There were many strange pictures and alphabets. They kept walking along the path, admiring the art they had never seen before. They turned into the room. It was large and lavish. Although it had abandoned for long time, but it still left vestiges of beauty.

“I wonder what would Rex say if he saw these ?” Cody looked into Pierce’s eyes. She blinked before she said. “Will he say anything ? Ahh he might walk around first and someone asks him”

“Let’s go to the top. The sun almost set” Pierce begged him to led her to the top.

They reach the top of pyramid. Pierce ran to a door, and went outside excitedly. Cody took a breath, and followed her. He opened the door. The sky was orange. The big sun shone brightly in his eyes. Pierce turned around and looked at him. Her hair was almost the same color of the sky. Her green eyes was salient in orange sky. He walked toward her, and looked down. How high they were, the below was sand, sand and sand, nothing more. He sat beside her, and they watched the sun disappear from the sky together until the sky was filled by stars.

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reports7 · 11 days ago

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A lost chapter from Herodotus (on Xmas and Christmas in Niatrib)

"And beyond this there lies in the ocean, turned towards the west and north, the island of Niatirb which Hecataeus indeed declares to be the same size and shape as Sicily, but it is larger, though in calling it triangular a man would not miss the mark. It is densely inhabited by men who wear clothes not very different from the other barbarians who occupy the north western parts of Europe though they do not agree with them in language. These islanders, surpassing all the men of whom we know in patience and endurance, use the following customs.

In the middle of winter when fogs and rains most abound they have a great festival which they call Exmas and for fifty days they prepare for it in the fashion I shall describe. First of all, every citizen is obliged to send to each of his friends and relations a square piece of hard paper stamped with a picture, which in their speech is called an Exmas-card. But the pictures represent birds sitting on branches, or trees with a dark green prickly leaf, or else men in such garments as the Niatirbians believe that their ancestors wore two hundred years ago riding in coaches such as their ancestors used, or houses with snow on their roofs. And the Niatirbians are unwilling to say what these pictures have to do with the festival; guarding (as I suppose) some sacred mystery. And because all men must send these cards the marketplace is filled with the crowd of those buying them, so that there is great labour and weariness.

But having bought as many as they suppose to be sufficient, they return to their houses and find there the like cards which others have sent to them. And when they find cards from any to whom they also have sent cards, they throw them away and give thanks to the gods that this labour at least is over for another year. But when they find cards from any to whom they have not sent, then they beat their breasts and wail and utter curses against the sender; and, having sufficiently lamented their misfortune, they put on their boots again and go out into the fog and rain and buy a card for him also. And let this account suffice about Exmas-cards.

They also send gifts to one another, suffering the same things about the gifts as about the cards, or even worse. For every citizen has to guess the value of the gift which every friend will send to him so that he may send one of equal value, whether he can afford it or not. And they buy as gifts for one another such things as no man ever bought for himself. For the sellers, understanding the custom, put forth all kinds of trumpery, and whatever, being useless and ridiculous, they have been unable to sell throughout the year they now sell as an Exmas gift. And though the Niatirbians profess themselves to lack sufficient necessary things, such as metal, leather, wood and paper, yet an incredible quantity of these things is wasted every year, being made into the gifts.

But during these fifty days the oldest, poorest, and most miserable of the citizens put on false beards and red robes and walk about the market-place; being disguised (in my opinion) as Cronos. And the sellers of gifts no less than the purchaser’s become pale and weary, because of the crowds and the fog, so that any man who came into a Niatirbian city at this season would think some great public calamity had fallen on Niatirb. This fifty days of preparation is called in their barbarian speech the Exmas Rush.

But when the day of the festival comes, then most of the citizens, being exhausted with the Rush, lie in bed till noon. But in the evening they eat five times as much supper as on other days and, crowning themselves with crowns of paper, they become intoxicated. And on the day after Exmas they are very grave, being internally disordered by the supper and the drinking and reckoning how much they have spent on gifts and on the wine. For wine is so dear among the Niatirbians that a man must swallow the worth of a talent before he is well intoxicated.

Such, then, are their customs about the Exmas. But the few among the Niatirbians have also a festival, separate and to themselves, called Crissmas, which is on the same day as Exmas. And those who keep Crissmas, doing the opposite to the majority of the Niatirbians, rise early on that day with shining faces and go before sunrise to certain temples where they partake of a sacred feast. And in most of the temples they set out images of a fair woman with a new-born Child on her knees and certain animals and shepherds adoring the Child. (The reason of these images is given in a certain sacred story which I know but do not repeat.)

But I myself conversed with a priest in one of these temples and asked him why they kept Crissmas on the same day as Exmas; for it appeared to me inconvenient. But the priest replied, “It is not lawful, O stranger, for us to change the date of Chrissmas, but would that Zeus would put it into the minds of the Niatirbians to keep Exmas at some other time or not to keep it at all. For Exmas and the Rush distract the minds even of the few from sacred things. And we indeed are glad that men should make merry at Crissmas; but in Exmas there is no merriment left.” And when I asked him why they endured the Rush, he replied, “It is, O Stranger, a racket”; using (as I suppose) the words of some oracle and speaking unintelligibly to me (for a racket is an instrument which the barbarians use in a game called tennis).

But what Hecataeus says, that Exmas and Crissmas are the same, is not credible. For first, the pictures which are stamped on the Exmas-cards have nothing to do with the sacred story which the priests tell about Crissmas. And secondly, the most part of the Niatirbians, not believing the religion of the few, nevertheless send the gifts and cards and participate in the Rush and drink, wearing paper caps. But it is not likely that men, even being barbarians, should suffer so many and great things in honour of a god they do not believe in. And now, enough about Niatirb."

C. S. Lewis Xmas and Christmas: A Lost Chapter from Herodotus (1954)

Clive Staples Lewis (1898-1963) was a well-known British novelist, scholar and Anglican theologian. I don't identify as Christian (although I am of Christian Orthodox background) and, therefore, my views on Christmas cannot be the same as his. But I think that his criticism of the commercialisation and trivialisation of a religious celebration of major importance like Christmas was pertinent. And of course this is perhaps the best parody of Herodotus I have ever read!

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Ford Capri prices & specs

The Capri is back but this time as an electric crossover. Can it live up to the legend?

We are truly in the era of the reboot. There’s another Ghostbusters on the way, Gladiators (the TV show) and Gladiator (the film) are back, and now so is the Ford Capri.

Unlike the former, which follow their recipes to the letter, Ford’s once sporty coupé is now a sleek saloon-shaped crossover – a decision that was met with quite a bit of a backlash from fans of the blue-collar icon.

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Sacrilege or not, it's ultimately just a badge on a tailgate. If Ford’s decision to bring the Capri name back was a genuine belief that the new car is true to the original’s lineage (its design team did an exercise in creating a range of mythical Capri models to show how they got to this new model) or a more cynical marketing ploy, it has got people’s attention and them talking. Perhaps both things are true at the same time.

Yet reviving monikers isn’t a new thing for the Blue Oval, given the Capri spearheads an EV line-up made up of the Puma, Mustang and Explorer – the latter its near-identical boxier sibling.

So with the Fiesta gone and production of the Focus to end next year, the Capri represents the future of the storied brand: this is

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A practical family hauler that offers good engagement compared to rivals and a lot of storage space. Has qualities other than the shock value of its name

Ulrich Koesters, director of electrification at Ford of Europe, goes as far as to say the Capri and Explorer are “twins”. Yet the Capri was actually the lead model in the development, despite the Explorer having launched first – all part of the desire to create what Koesters calls “a sports car for the family”. Sounds familiar.

This effectively gave the Capri a longer to-do list and greater bandwidth in mixing dynamics with practicality; the Explorer would then fall into line accordingly.

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The wheelbase of the two electric Fords is common, yet the Capri is 20cm longer - all in the rear overhang - to give a faster profile to the Explorer. It also creates a larger boot (527 litres) by around 100 litres. This is also some 40 litres up on the Audi Q4 E-tron Sportback's boot and a similar size to the Skoda Enyaq Coupé's.

Much attention has been paid to the aerodynamics of the car to not only help efficiency (the drag coefficient comes in at 0.26 in the Capri, compared with 0.29 in the Explorer, which is why the Capri has more range from the same battery options) but also ensure its silhouette wasn’t interrupted by a rear windscreen wiper.

The Capri also sits slightly lower than the Explorer, in a further boost to efficiency and also to reduce its centre of gravity. The MEB architecture allows for three different ride heights, and the rear-wheel-drive Capri has the lowest available. The four-wheel-drive Capri sits 10mm higher, which is the same as the rear-wheel-drive Explorer. The four-wheel-drive Explorer then sits 18mm higher again.

The front and rear light designs are also different for the Capri over the Explorer, even if the underlying technology is the same.

The Capri's design, which incorporates sharp lines and swooping curves (Polestar 2, anyone?), nods subtly to the original coupé. Note the wraparound grille and curved rear window. There's even a metal spoke on the steering wheel.

Yet when parked next to each other, the Capri and the Explorer do look quite different – although to our eyes, the Explorer is the car that has more visual impact and greater individuality. It stands out more than the Capri in the aforementioned sea of electric mid-sized crossovers.

Two trim levels are offered on the Capri: Select and Premium. The standard-range model – arriving in early 2025 – in Select trim is priced from £42,075. The leap to Premium trim here is £4100. The extended-range model is an extra £6000 on top in both trim levels, while four-wheel drive adds an extra £4000, meaning the top-spec car comes in at £56,175.

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The pricing looks expensive next to rivals, but Ford will point to more generous standard equipment levels. That said, as in the Explorer, the only part of the Premium trim that feels worth having is the better matrix LED headlights. If you can live without those, Select trim will suffice.

The Capri has a spacious and airy cabin, with plenty of leg and head room in the front as well as the back. This rear head room, however, drops when it is optionally equipped with the large panoramic roof.

Like the Explorer, there are also storage bins everywhere, showing the car’s family focus, including 17 litres under the armrest alone (aptly named the Mega Console), which is good for laptops, small bags or a secret stash of food.

The cockpit is centred around a 14.6in vertical touchscreen, on which all the major controls, from climate to audio, can be found.

Uniquely, you can slide it, something Ford says allows screen glare to be countered. In reality, it's a bit of a gimmick: once I'd found my preferred position for it, I never readjusted it.

Behind the screen sits extra storage and two USB-C ports – and that space is locked when the car is locked, so it can be used for storing valuables.

The software allows the main functions – such as audio, sat-nav or weather – to appear at the same time without overloading you with information. It’s also clear and responsive. The heater controls are also included on the screen, but the core functions of these are permanently sited at the bottom of it. Apple CarPlay and Android Auto are wireless as standard.

However, as with other vehicles that use VW's OS, I did find it tricky to navigate past the initial menu screen, and to do anything more than a simple command, you need to take our eyes off the road for a prod or two. Ford says it’s closely following initial reaction to its application in the Explorer and is open to updating and improving its functionality accordingly.

The one-piece sports seats are fully adjustable (electronically for the driver) and are well cushioned, but a lack of under-thigh support makes them a tad uncomfortable on longer journeys.

Elsewhere, those used to VW cars will be familiar with many of the controls, from the 5.3in digital driving screen to the window switches and haptic touch 'buttons' on the steering wheel – the latter still rather terrible to use.

Trims levels are also a bit dull no matter the spec you chose. Entry-level Select trim clads the cabin in grey and black padded plastic, which looks nice but feels slightly cheap compared with what you get from Audi – a trait that Ford has still yet to shake even as it moves into the £50,000 territory.

That rather ergonomic feel is a byproduct of the VW Group underpinnings: MEB cars all share a common feeling of being rather glum on the inside, with material richness and interest that’s a long way behind rivals like the Peugeot e-3008. The Polestar 2 has a similarly sparse interior yet it still feels cool, modern and not as austere as the Capri's.

Currently, the Capri is offered in either rear-wheel-drive form with a 77kWh (usable capacity) battery and 282bhp, 402lb ft motor (£48,075) or as a dual-motor, four-wheel-drive version with a 79kWh battery and 335bhp (£56,175).

Like the Explorer, a smaller (52kWh) battery variant with a single 168bhp motor will be offered from early next year, dropping the starting price to £42,075.

In the most potent Capri, the 0-62mph time can be dispatched in 5.3sec; top speed is limited to 111mph.

Like other MEB-based cars, there are four driving profiles: Range, Normal, Sport and Individual. In Normal, the regenerative braking is clever, coming into play more in town (where it is useful) but on allowing more coasting on motorways. In Sport and Range, however, the regen is harsher, slightley imitating a one-pedal driving mode.

What's most frustrating is you can’t play around with different levels of regen: it's either what's offered by the driving profiles or a increased to a quite crude level when B mode is selected from a stalk beyond the steering wheel.

While the Capri is primarily a family hauler, the way in which it stands out from the competition – and where it surprises most – is away from main roads, at least in RWD form. While the Q4 E-tron Sportback, ID 5 and Enyaq Coupé offer rather dull drives, this particular Capri doesn’t.

It’s not outright sporty, but on B-roads the 282bhp powertrain is enjoyable to blast (with a 6.4sec 0-62mph time), the steering is well weighted and has a satisfying directness and the suspension – with a subtle tuning difference to the Explorer – is just about firm enough to keep the Capri relatively level through sweeping corners while also soft enough to mute most of the potholes underfoot. In a word, it’s fun.

What’s more, the squared-off steering wheel is thin and gives you decent road feel.

This follows Ford's push to make the Capri as “Ford fun to drive as possible”, in Koesters’ words, while ensuring it was comfortable too. Balancing these things successfully has been a long-term talent of Ford’s.

Yet while performance is strong for a vehicle in this class, there are no hidden depths to the Capri.

The electric range on our Extended Range model (with the biggest 77kWh battery) test car suggested at being around 390 miles of WLTP range, which points to good efficiency.

However, during our time with it driving in towns, on B-roads and on motorways, we achieved closer to 290 miles. Given this test was conducted during the colder December months, this wasn't bad – especially given official tests include having the climate controls turned off.

For the dual-motor car, range is officially 330 miles and the standard-range model that will follow in 2025 is expected to have a range of around 250 miles.

To get the fastest charging speed of 185kW, you need to have a four-wheel-drive model. The maximum charging speed in rear-wheel-drive models is 135kW, which lags behind the likes of the Polestar 2 and Kia EV6, which can accept in excess of 200kW.

A practical family hauler that offers good engagement compared to rivals and a lot of storage space. Has qualities other than the shock value of its name

The Capri was never going to be anything like the car that last wore this most iconic of badges. Whether or not it delivers on its brief of being a sports car for the family is the real question.

While it's well suited to families with plenty of space and storage inside, it isn't a sporty car, let alone a sports car. It's instead a car with fluent road manners, one that has nice steering and good body control. Performance is plentiful and the ride is soft enough to mute most potholes without being bouncy.

We wish it would have more character, especially in its interior, which is rather sombre.

It will join the ranks of the booming electric crossover class with some bits better than rivals, some bits worse, yet its trump card remains that name: it ensures the car will stand out, and that will count for something in the increasingly homogenised class in which it competes.

It will therefore suit those looking for a practical car with lots of space and a decent range but also the possibility of driving fun. Mind you, those people should also consider the Explorer, which is £2500 cheaper.

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Mahindra BE 6e and XEV 9e: A New Era of Electric Mobility

Mahindra & Mahindra has taken a significant leap into the electric vehicle (EV) market with the highly anticipated launch of its ‘Born Electric’ SUVs, the XEV 9e and BE 6e. These groundbreaking models were unveiled at Mahindra’s Research Valley in Chennai, marking a new chapter in the company’s journey towards a greener future. Both vehicles are built on Mahindra’s proprietary INGLO platform, a modular skateboard architecture designed specifically for electric vehicles. The BE 6e Pack One starts at Rs 18.90 lakh ex-showroom, while the XEV 9e Pack One is priced at Rs 21.90 lakh ex-showroom. The two SUVs will officially hit the market in January 2025, with deliveries beginning in February 2025.

The Aesthetic Design Engineering of BE 6e and XEV 9e

While design is a key element of these electric SUVs, the real focus lies in their cutting-edge technology. The XEV 9e showcases a sleek and aerodynamic coupe-SUV design, featuring sharp lines and a dynamic sloping roofline. Its aggressive triangular headlights, flared wheel arches, and wide LED light bar give it a bold and futuristic presence. Measuring 4,789 mm in length, the XEV 9e provides ample boot space of 663 liters, along with a 150-liter front trunk for extra storage capacity.

In contrast, the BE 6e takes a more minimalist, sculpted approach to its design. It features integrated L-shaped DRLs and sharp, flowing contours that lend it a modern, muscular look. At 4,371 mm in length, the BE 6e offers 455 liters of boot space and a 45-liter front trunk for additional practicality.

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The true highlight of both the XEV 9e and BE 6e is their battery performance. Both SUVs come with two battery pack options: 59 kWh and 79 kWh, both of which use advanced LFP (Lithium Iron Phosphate) chemistry. The larger 79 kWh battery pack promises an impressive range of over 500 km in real-world conditions, along with ultra-fast charging capabilities that allow for a 20% to 80% charge in just 20 minutes using a 175 kW DC charger.

The XEV 9e, built on the INGLO platform, is available with both the 59 kWh and 79 kWh battery options. The larger battery pack provides a claimed range of 656 km (MIDC) or 533 km (WLTP), and real-world tests indicate a range of more than 500 km. With 286 horsepower and 380 Nm of torque, the XEV 9e can accelerate from 0 to 100 km/h in just 6.7 seconds, while the 59 kWh version delivers 231 horsepower for an equally responsive ride.

The BE 6e also offers both 59 kWh and 79 kWh battery packs, with the larger battery delivering a WLTP range of 550 km, surpassing the XEV 9e’s range. It generates 288 bhp and 380 Nm of torque, with a 0-100 km/h time of 6.7 seconds, providing a dynamic and thrilling driving experience, all while maintaining efficiency.

With the XEV 9e and BE 6e, Mahindra is not just entering the electric vehicle market—it’s setting new standards for performance, design, and technology in the EV space, paving the way for the future of sustainable mobility.

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Mastering Keltner Channels: The Secret to EUR/JPY Success The Secret Sauce to Trading Euro/Japanese Yen with Keltner Channels Imagine you're navigating a market as unpredictable as your favorite sitcom plot twists. Now, let’s add a ninja-level tool—Keltner Channels—to help you predict market moves like a seasoned pro. Trading the Euro/Japanese Yen (EUR/JPY) pair can be as thrilling as a rollercoaster ride, but with the right strategy, you’ll trade with the confidence of someone who didn’t accidentally hit “sell” when they meant to “buy.” Ready to dive in? Let’s break down the hidden formula that makes this strategy a game-changer. What Are Keltner Channels, and Why Should You Care? Keltner Channels, a technical analysis tool, resemble Bollinger Bands but with a smoother, more predictive twist. These channels are based on an exponential moving average (EMA) and the Average True Range (ATR), providing a dynamic range to gauge price volatility and trends. Why it matters for EUR/JPY: The EUR/JPY pair’s high volatility and tight spreads make it ideal for using tools like Keltner Channels to pinpoint entry and exit points. Think of it as adding a GPS to your trading—you’re no longer navigating blind. The Forgotten Patterns in EUR/JPY Movements - The "Fakeout Frenzy": - Many traders fall victim to false breakouts—those sneaky moves where the price breaches a channel boundary only to reverse and leave you stranded. - Pro Tip: Wait for two consecutive candlesticks to confirm a breakout before entering the trade. - "Squeeze Play" Opportunities: - When the channel narrows, it signals low volatility, often preceding significant price moves. - Tactic: Enter just after the breakout from a narrow channel, riding the volatility wave like a seasoned surfer. Why Most Traders Get It Wrong (And How You Can Avoid It) Many traders misuse Keltner Channels, treating them as rigid boundaries instead of dynamic zones. The key to mastering EUR/JPY trading is understanding the interplay between the channel lines and price action. Common Pitfall: Setting stop losses too tight. Imagine wearing shoes two sizes too small—uncomfortable and likely to cause blisters. Similarly, tight stop losses will boot you out of trades prematurely. Solution: Use the ATR to calculate optimal stop-loss levels. For example, set your stop-loss at 1.5 times the ATR below/above your entry point. The Advanced EUR/JPY Strategy You Won’t Find Elsewhere Here’s a step-by-step breakdown of a proven technique: - Set Up Your Keltner Channels: - Use a 20-period EMA with a 2x ATR multiplier. - This configuration strikes a balance between sensitivity and reliability. - Identify the Trend: - If the price consistently hugs the upper channel, it’s an uptrend. If it’s leaning on the lower channel, you’ve got a downtrend. - Pro Insight: Combine with a Relative Strength Index (RSI) to confirm momentum. - Look for Entry Points: - In an uptrend, buy when the price retraces to the middle line (EMA). - In a downtrend, sell when the price rallies to the middle line. - Set Targets and Stops: - Target the opposite channel line. - Use the ATR-based stop-loss mentioned earlier. - Refine with Volume Analysis: - Watch for increased volume to confirm breakouts. Low volume during a breakout? It’s likely a fakeout. Real-Life Application: Case Study In October 2023, EUR/JPY was trading in a narrow Keltner Channel. Many traders anticipated a breakout, but a sudden spike in volume confirmed the upward move. Using the above strategy, traders who entered after the breakout pocketed gains of over 150 pips in just three days. Why Keltner Channels Are Your Secret Weapon - Underrated Tool: Unlike Bollinger Bands, which are widely used, Keltner Channels remain a hidden gem. - Versatility: Works in trending and ranging markets. - Clarity: Filters out noise, helping you focus on actionable signals. Bringing It All Together Trading the EUR/JPY pair with Keltner Channels isn’t just about following steps; it’s about adopting a mindset of precision and patience. Remember, it’s not the tool but how you use it that makes the difference. Quick Recap: - Use a 20-EMA and 2x ATR for your channels. - Confirm trends with RSI and volume. - Avoid common pitfalls like tight stop losses and fakeouts. - Profit by riding breakouts and retracements. Explore More Elite Tactics Looking to level up your trading game? Check out these resources: - Latest Forex News: Stay ahead with real-time updates. - Free Forex Courses: Learn advanced strategies. - Trading Community: Get daily alerts and expert analysis. - Smart Trading Tools: Automate your lot sizing and order management. —————– Image Credits: Cover image at the top is AI-generated Read the full article

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Fortuner Car Rental in Jaipur: Drive in Style and Comfort

When visiting Jaipur, the majestic capital of Rajasthan, exploring the city in a comfortable and stylish vehicle can greatly enhance your travel experience. With its rich history, vibrant culture, and stunning architecture, Jaipur has plenty to offer. To make the most of your visit, consider opting for a Fortuner car rental in Jaipur, providing you with the perfect blend of luxury, comfort, and convenience. In this blog, we will discuss why renting a Fortuner is an ideal choice, explore the benefits of renting this premium SUV, and offer tips to help you enjoy a smooth rental experience.

Why Choose a Fortuner Car Rental in Jaipur?

The Toyota Fortuner is one of the most popular luxury SUVs in India, known for its stylish design, robust performance, and superior comfort. It offers plenty of features that make it an ideal vehicle for both city driving and off-road adventures. When exploring Jaipur, a Fortuner rental can be a game-changer due to its:

Luxurious Experience: The Fortuner provides a plush interior with premium materials and spacious seating, ensuring a comfortable and luxurious ride for travelers. Whether you're traveling with family, friends, or on a business trip, the car's high-end features add an extra touch of class to your journey.

High Ground Clearance: Jaipur's roads vary in quality, with some areas featuring rugged terrain. The Fortuner’s high ground clearance ensures smooth navigation over uneven surfaces, making it perfect for exploring not just the city but also nearby attractions.

Powerful Engine Performance: With a powerful engine, the Fortuner can effortlessly tackle steep hills, winding roads, and challenging driving conditions. This SUV is built for performance, offering an impressive combination of speed, stability, and control.

Ample Luggage Space: If you are traveling with lots of luggage or shopping for souvenirs in Jaipur's famous bazaars, the Fortuner’s spacious boot ensures you have enough room for all your belongings.

Safety Features: The Toyota Fortuner is equipped with top-of-the-line safety features, including multiple airbags, Anti-lock Braking System (ABS), Vehicle Stability Control (VSC), and Hill Assist Control. These features provide peace of mind while driving on Jaipur’s roads.

Exploring Jaipur in a Fortuner

Jaipur, also known as the Pink City, is famous for its magnificent forts, palaces, and historic landmarks. Here’s how a Fortuner car rental in Jaipur can make your exploration of the city more enjoyable:

1. Visit Iconic Landmarks in Style

Jaipur is home to several world-famous landmarks such as Amber Fort, City Palace, Hawa Mahal, and Jantar Mantar. With a stylish Fortuner, you can drive up to these iconic sites in luxury and comfort. The SUV’s elegant design and commanding presence make it an impressive vehicle to arrive in, enhancing your overall travel experience.

2. Experience Off-Roading Adventures

The region surrounding Jaipur features rugged terrains and scenic landscapes that are perfect for off-road adventures. The Fortuner, with its advanced suspension and all-wheel-drive capabilities, can handle challenging trails like Nahargarh Fort, Jaigarh Fort, or excursions to the Aravalli hills. This allows you to enjoy a thrilling ride without compromising on comfort and safety.

3. Shop at Jaipur’s Famous Bazaars

Jaipur's bustling markets, such as Johari Bazaar, Bapu Bazaar, and Chandpole Bazaar, are known for their exquisite jewelry, traditional textiles, and handicrafts. When you choose a Fortuner rental, you have the convenience of ample space to store your purchases while enjoying a comfortable shopping experience. The SUV’s size also provides a sense of security when navigating through busy market streets.

4. Take Day Trips to Nearby Attractions

Renting a Fortuner allows you to go beyond the city limits and explore nearby attractions with ease. Ajmer, Pushkar, and Ranthambore National Park are popular day trip destinations from Jaipur. With the Fortuner's powerful engine and smooth ride, you can enjoy these scenic drives comfortably and make the most of your time exploring Rajasthan’s diverse landscapes.

Benefits of Fortuner Car Rental in Jaipur

Renting a Fortuner for your Jaipur trip comes with several benefits, enhancing the overall travel experience. Here are some key advantages:

1. Flexibility and Convenience

Renting a car provides you with the freedom to explore Jaipur at your own pace, without having to rely on public transportation or taxi services. You can create your own itinerary, visit places of interest, and stop whenever you wish to enjoy the scenery or take photographs.

2. Cost-Effective for Group Travel

When traveling with family or a group of friends, renting a Fortuner can be a cost-effective option. Instead of booking multiple cabs or public transport tickets, a single rental vehicle accommodates everyone comfortably, making it an economical choice for group travel.

3. Privacy and Comfort

Having your own rental car ensures privacy, which is not always possible with public transport or shared taxis. You can enjoy the comfort of the vehicle's plush interiors, play your favorite music, and travel at your own speed without any interruptions.

4. Chauffeur-Driven Options

Many Fortuner rental services in Jaipur offer chauffeur-driven options for those who prefer not to drive themselves. A skilled and knowledgeable driver can help you navigate the city’s traffic, recommend places to visit, and provide valuable insights into the local culture and history.

5. Easy Airport Transfers

A Fortuner rental is an ideal choice for convenient and hassle-free airport transfers. Whether you are arriving at Jaipur International Airport or heading out, a spacious and comfortable SUV ensures a smooth journey with plenty of room for luggage.

Tips for Renting a Fortuner in Jaipur

To make the most out of your Fortuner car rental in Jaipur, here are some useful tips:

1. Book in Advance

To ensure availability, especially during peak tourist seasons, it's best to book your Fortuner rental in advance. Early booking can also help you secure better rates and choose from a wider range of rental options.

2. Verify the Rental Company’s Reputation

Choose a reputable car rental company in Jaipur with positive customer reviews. Make sure they provide well-maintained vehicles and have clear rental terms. You can check online reviews or seek recommendations from friends who have previously visited Jaipur.

3. Check for Insurance and Additional Charges

Before renting, confirm whether the rental includes insurance and what it covers. Also, inquire about any additional charges for services such as fuel, tolls, or late returns to avoid any surprises later on.

4. Inspect the Vehicle Beforehand

Make sure to inspect the Fortuner thoroughly before signing the rental agreement. Check for any existing scratches or damage, verify the tire condition, and ensure that all safety features are functioning correctly.

5. Understand the Fuel Policy

Car rental companies may have different fuel policies, such as “full-to-full” or “prepaid fuel.” Be clear about the policy in your rental agreement and plan accordingly to avoid extra fuel charges.

Why Renting a Fortuner is Better than Using Public Transport in Jaipur

While public transport is available in Jaipur, renting a Fortuner has distinct advantages over traditional modes of transportation:

Comfort and Privacy: Public transport, such as buses or auto-rickshaws, can be crowded, especially during peak hours. A Fortuner rental ensures you travel in comfort and enjoy the privacy of your own vehicle.

Time-Saving: Waiting for buses or negotiating with rickshaw drivers can take up valuable time during your trip. With a rental car, you can get to your destination directly without delays.

Safety: With advanced safety features, a Fortuner is a safer choice compared to two-wheelers or small vehicles, especially if traveling with family or during late hours.

Convenience for Day Trips: Public transport options may not always be available for day trips to places like Amer, Sambhar Lake, or Bhangarh Fort. A rental vehicle provides the flexibility to explore these areas conveniently.

Conclusion

Choosing a Fortuner car rental in Jaipur allows you to explore the city and its surroundings in style and comfort. Whether you’re visiting Jaipur for a family vacation, a solo adventure, or a business trip, a Fortuner rental can make your experience more enjoyable by providing the flexibility to travel on your terms. The combination of luxury, safety, and convenience makes it an ideal choice for navigating Jaipur’s roads and discovering the region's attractions.

With the tips and insights shared in this blog, you can make the most of your Fortuner rental and enjoy a memorable journey in the Pink City. So, get ready to drive in style and comfort with a Fortuner car rental, and embark on an unforgettable Jaipur adventure!

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