#atticus finch x fem reader

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Atticus Finch:

Are you my soulmate? My angel? - Yandere! Atticus Finch x Gender Neutral! Reader

I'm so full of love I could barely eat - Atticus Finch x Gender Neutral! Baker! Reader romantic headcanons

The only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you - Atticus Finch x Male! Reader romantic fluff headcanons

You never knew how much I really liked you - Atticus Finch x Gender Neutral! Reader romantic headcanon to (small) fic

Scout Finch (only platonic)

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Jem Finch (only platonic)

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Calpurnia

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Tom Robinson

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Arthur “Boo” Radley

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Thank you for all the support on my posts about To Kill a Mockbird!! I'm so excited to write for the fandom!! And request as much Atticus Finch content as you want!!

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Atticus Finch X Virgin! Fem Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI, oral (m receiving), p in v, hair pulling, slight degradation??? idk we'll see.

Context: You babysit for Jem and Scout sometimes, whenever Atticus calls, but this time he calls for a different reason. Also it's your first time but he doesn't know that.

Grab a glass of water or smthn and settle down cos this one is LONGGG

Not Just A Baby-sitter

also he is so this song argue with the wall

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It wasn't often that you were called over to the Finch's house, but when you were it was usually just to watch Jem and Scout, to make sure they didn't burn the house down or anything. However, when Atticus rang you a couple minutes earlier, during the middle of the day when the kids were at school, you couldn't help but wonder why.

You knocked on the door, straightening out a crease in your skirt as you waited. The door opened, Atticus stood in the doorway, looking, well, not his best. His hair was ruffled and messy, his glasses were askew, the top few buttons of his shirt were undone, as well as his...fly? You looked away quickly, hoping he didn't notice how your eyes trailed down him, examining him carefully. However, he didn't seem to have noticed as he grabbed your arm, pulling you into the house and shutting the door behind you.

"Sorry about this doll," he said quickly, sliding his hand down your arm to grab your hand, leading you into the kitchen. "It's just, I've got a problem you see, and, well, it could use a woman's touch," he explained, the colour of his cheeks darkening slightly as he did so.

"No, it's alright," You said softly, curiosity lacing your voice. As the two of you reached the opposite end of the kitchen, Atticus spun you around, pinning you against the counters now behind you. You start to gasp, but you were cut off as he abruptly pressed his lips against yours. As one of his hands reached up and caressed your jaw, and the other snaked it's way around your waist, you couldn't help but melt into the kiss. You wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him closer, feeling the bulge that threatened to spill out of his open fly.

The pair of you broke apart, breathing heavily as you look up at him through your lashes. Behind his glasses, his eyes were soft and compassionate, glossed over with sympathy and...guilt? His hands found their way to the zip on the back of your dress, undoing it slowly.

"If, at any point, you want to stop, we can," Atticus said as the zip reached the end. You smiled at his gentlemanly-ness, slipping the dress off and kicking it away. Wrapping your hands back around his neck, you watch as he examines your body, trailing his fingers down you gently. A small smirk tugs at the corners of his lips for a second, before he quickly places them back on yours.

You reach one hand up into his hair, tugging at it gently, whilst your other hand reached down his back, pulling him closer towards you. His shirt is rough against your bare skin, which his hands continue to explore. Atticus pauses the kiss to lift you up onto the kitchen counter. As you wrap your legs around his waist, you let go of his hair and start to undo the rest of his shirt buttons. His tongue grazes your bottom lip, begging for entry, which you allow.

His hot breath travels down your throat and you can taste a slight hint of red wine, whilst his hands reach behind you to undo your bra. You slip his shirt off and throw it, along with your bra, vaguely in the same direction as your dress. Atticus pulls away and rests his head on your shoulder. For those few seconds, all that could be heard was the heavy breathing that came from both of you.

"Have you been drinking?" You ask in between deep breaths. He looks up at you with puppy eyes and smiles gently.

"I may have had a glass of two, but I'm completely sober if that's what you're worried about," he says as his hands begin to fondle your breasts. You rest your head on top of his as he bites and pulls at the skin around your collarbone, leaving small marks.

As you trace your hands up and down his back, Atticus moves his hands away and replaces them with his mouth. He pulls gently, biting slightly a few times, but not enough to hurt. In fact, as his mouth continues to work on your breasts, you can feel a heat rising in the pit of your stomach, and your hands begin to mindless tug at the top of his trousers. Feeling your neediness, his mouth comes back up to meet yours, smiling as he kisses you passionately.

"Yeah~?" He says teasingly, grabbing your hands with his and using them to push his trousers down, just enough to make room for his bulge. Your eyes widen automatically as you take in the size of it, and you quickly try to regain composure. You feel his smile as he presses his lips against yours, his hands coming up to support your neck.

Pressing your lower shin into his crotch, Atticus moans quietly, letting you deepen the kiss, exploring his mouth with your tongue. Reaching up, you guide his hands down to your bare thighs. His hands were rough, but his movements were gentle and soft as he squeezed your thighs, ever so slowly moving closer towards your panties.

You pull away from him, breathing heavily as you rest your head on his shoulder. Looking down, you hooked a finger of the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down to reveal more of his happy-trail. Feeling the blood rush to your cheeks, you nuzzle into his neck, attempting to hide away as you pull the waistband all the way down. You feel as his dick springs up against his stomach, and you can't help but trace your fingers up and down, realising how big it actually is. You hear Atticus laugh breathlessly, so you look up to meet his gaze.

"Your face is getting warm," he smiles, looking down at you through his glasses. He pushes his hips forward, his dick gently grazing the wet fabric of your panties. You moan involuntarily, pushing your head back into his neck. Atticus kisses the back of your neck, slipping his fingers into your wet folds, earning another moan from you, which was muffled by his neck.

"Please~ Atticus," you whispered, trying to push your hips forward on the counter in an attempt to get some more friction.

"Alright," he smiled, wrapping his hands underneath your thighs, picking you up off of the counter. Placing you on the floor, Atticus spun you around by your waist and pushed the top of your back gently, bending you over the counter. You gasp as the cold countertop presses against your tits. Atticus pushes your legs further apart, and you can't help but feel slightly vulnerable in this position. "Are you ready?" He asks as you feel his dick graze lightly over your pussy. You nod and hum in approval.

"Sweetheart I'm not going any further until you say it," he says, leaning over you, his chest warm against your back. "Are you ready?"

"Yes- ah," you reply, feeling his tip brush against your folds. Atticus hums softly, standing back up straight and grabbing your hips to align himself. You bite your lip as he pushes his dick into you, stretching you out as he moves slowly. It hurt, but it was bearable. His pelvis is warm against your ass as he pushes his dick in as far as he can. Your back seems to arch automatically, as your brows furrow whilst you moan. Atticus stays still for a while whilst you get used to the feeling. You begin to rock back and forth gently, silently begging him for some kind of friction, which he allows.

He pumps into you, slowly at first whilst his hands grip your hips and thighs. You rest your head on the counter while you grip the edge of it tightly, breathing heavily and moaning involuntarily. Hearing Atticus whisper little praises made you realise that you'd never done this before, and you never would have imagined it would have felt this good.

"Ah, good girl~" He whispers, just loud enough for you to hear. You whimper faintly as his grip on your hips and thighs tighten. Propping yourself up on your arm, you try to turn around to look at Atticus, but the position stops you from looking at him properly. Noticing this, he moves one hand and presses down on your lower back to keep you in place whilst he grabs your jaw with his other hand, forcing you to look at him.

"You want to watch me ruin you? Hmm?" He teased, his voice laced with lust in a way that made you melt. He let go of you, and your head seems to whip back around. His hand reached up and tangled around your hair, pulling your hair hard, forcing you to lean your head back. A moan escapes your throat as he pumps into you at a steady pace. You listen as he whispers little things under his breath, and how your breathing becomes heavy.

"Att- ah~ Atticus, please go- go slower," you beg as your legs shake uncontrollably. He lets go of your hair and your head flops down onto your arms. Resting his hands in the middle of your back, Atticus slows down to a gentle pace, allowing you to catch your breath.

"You alright doll? I didn't...hurt you did I?" He asks, leaning over you slightly. You shake your head.

"No, I've just, never done this, before," you manage to say between heavy breaths. The air is quiet and heavy with thick tension as Atticus stops completely, pulling himself out of you and pulling your shoulders to stand you up straight.

"You've never...oh my," he mumbles as you turn around to look at him. One hand is resting on his hip while his other hand fidgeted with his glasses. You could see through the lenses that his eyes were glazed with guilt.

"What's wrong? You know, I'm glad that my first time is with you," You smile, desperate to continue. Reaching up, you grab his hand and bring it down, placing it in between your thighs. He smiles and chuckles quietly to himself. You feel the heat rising to your cheeks as his fingers work in between your folds.

"Alright darlin'," Atticus says, wrapping his hands around your thighs and lifting you up. You connect your lips to his as he places you down on the kitchen table gently. As the two of you separate from the kiss, he pushes you back down slowly, keeping one hand on your back to stop you from falling.

You rest your head against the wood as he pushes your legs apart, lining himself back up with you. Your legs wrap around his waist and your hands grip the edge of the table as his pushes into you. His dick went in easier this time, but it was still a little tight.

As his hips meet yours, Atticus leans over you, grabbing your hand and bringing it above your head, interlocking your fingers with his. You wrap your other hand around his neck to steady yourself.

He pumps into you at a steady pace, slower than before, but still hitting the right spot. Your legs tighten around him and you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, trying to muffle the involuntary noises that escaped your throat.

"Ah- you sound so good- sweetheart," he whispers, leaving little kisses along your neck. Your back arches as you feel an unexplainable sensation building in the pit of your stomach. You whisper his name, it being the only thing you can manage to say. He groans above you, letting go of your hand and gripping your hips. His grip is tight, and you know it would leave bruises later, but you were too overwhelmed to focus on that right now.

"Oh, Atti-" Your voice catches in your throat and your lower back lifts off the table and your legs shake wildly. He smiles and loosens his grip on your hips, watching you come down from your high.

You sigh and wipe away the few tears that had formed in the corners of your eyes. As your breathing slows, you sit up on your elbows, your gaze meets his. Atticus pulls himself out of you, groaning quietly as his dick throbs. He was close, you could tell.

You slide off the table, sitting on your knees, your eyes level with his dick. His hand reaches down and grabs your jaw, forcing you to look up at him.

"Now be a doll and make sure I finish, won't you?" He asks, a smirk tugging at his lips. Your heart skipped a beat; you had never seen him so demanding before. You were going to, of course. It was the whole reason he called you after all.

Reaching your hand up, you wrap it around his hard cock, pumping it slowly. You rest your other hand on his thigh, continuing to stroke is dick, occasionally pausing to graze your thumb over the head.

Atticus tangles his fingers in your hair, gripping it firmly and pushing the tip to your lips. You take the head into your mouth. Continuing to pump his shaft, you use the tip of your tongue to tease his slit, earning a stifled moan from him. He pushes your head further down. You gag a little as it touches the back of your throat, and Atticus apologises, slightly letting go of your hair.

As you continue to bob your head up and down, you could feel his cock throbbing in your throat. His breath was becoming quick and shallow; you could tell he was close.

"Ah~ darlin' I'm gonna- oh god." Atticus groans as he thrusts into your throat. You can feel the cum hit the back of your throat, and you try to pull away but he holds you still. Slowly, he pulls his cock out of your mouth, leaving a small string of cum behind. He smiles as he watches you swallow.

"Stay there sweetheart, I'll get you cleaned up," he says, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. You hum quietly and sit back against the leg of the table, watching as he gets you a glass of water. If you weren't sure before, you were definitely sure that you loved him now.

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Can you do an Atticus x Reader where he pounds the absolute soul of Jesus out of us and telling us to be quiet so we don’t wake the kids up. ☺️ you can do whatever at the end…😉😉 ty 💚

I reckon

Late night love❤️

Atticus Finch x Fem!Reader

He sighed and placed down the papers he was once holding and frowned, he heard the pitter patter of feet before scout ran in and smiled at him. Atticus stood up and walked up to scout and lifted her, as he made his way to her room he noticed you in the kitchen, presumably making something for his lunch the next day. Tucking scout in and telling her a story about her original mother before making his way to you, standing behind you and holding your waist, he swayed with you while peppering kisses along your neck, the soft music in the background adding to the ambiance of the rain. Slowly pulling you into his bedroom, he worked your clothes off until both of your clothes were in a pile on the floor. He smiled into the kiss and pulled away to admire you, laying you gently on the bed while he worked you up, kissing your stomach and chest, his lips latching around one of your nipples and his fingers twisting the other, eliciting a beautiful moan that he swore could make him cum in his pants. Pulling away to leave sloppy wet kisses down your front until he got to where you needed him the most, placing a kiss on your clit which made you whine, he chuckled and licked a stripe up your folds, gathering your slick on his tongue before swallowing it and humming happily as you squirmed and bucked your hips up for more. He found your neediness entertaining but he wasnt going to torture you, instead he delved into you, sucking and lapping at your folds like a starved man, gently nibbling your clit, maintaining eye contact with you. He brought a finger up and pressed it inside your hole, working you open more before pushing another finger in, he was now kitten licking your clit as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you, stretching you, preparing you. You felt your release building up and by the time it arrived you were a panting and moaning mess, he pulled hid fingers out and licked them clean, moving up to hover over you, kissing your neck and whispering praises in your ear as he slowly sunk into you. Once he had bottomed out and was sure you had adjusted he began thrusting, finding out very quickly that the bed is extremely creaky, he cussed slightly and stood with you still in his arms, pressing you against the closest wall and continuing his thrusts. Before long you felt your end coming again and you could tell he was also, his hips were stuttering and he was getting sloppy as he moaned into your ear, praising you for how good you were taking him. He huffed and plunged deep inside you releasing his seed deep within you, making you slam your hand over your mouth to muffle the scream that was ripped from you as your legs shook around him, he chuckled and panted as he carried you to the bed, setting you down gently and going to fetch a cloth to clean you with. Wiping you down he couldnt help but smile as your wriggled, no doubt sensitive. After wiping himself off he flopped next to you, turning the lamp off and pulling you closer to him, his fingers tangled in your hair as he pulled you up to face him for a kiss, your lips moving in sync as you slowly dozed off, pulling away to rest your head on his arm.

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HCs for Atticus and artist reader

Atticus Finch x fem!reader

Warnings: old housewife ideals

Requested: by @goodfellaz, Maya ily :) if you had time I was wondering if I may request h/c’s for a mr Atticus finch dating an artist :))) if not that’s fine!! Please and Thank you very much :)))<3

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

Author’s Note: I hope you like it Bella lovely!

- it’s a long long time ago when this is set so we have to take into account that house wives are very much a thing

- but Atticus likes the idea of you doing your own thing

- when the two of you met he was in school to be a lawyer and you were in school for something else, something that had nothing to do with art

- but when he came over to your home he saw all the things scattered around and instantly knew you were talented

- he really enjoyed watching you paint after that

- even if you two get married, he still will sit there and read while you draw or paint or anything like that

- he supplies it as much as he can with his job

- you teach Scout and Jem

- sometimes Atticus comes home to all three of you covered in paint, laughing at each other and your failed portraits

- Atticus will join the three of you on occasion

- lazy Sundays where you'll find a nice place and just be artistic

- it’s a nice bonding experience

- it’s an even better excuse to try and draw Atticus in your own style

- he’s so handsome, sometimes you can’t even help yourself

- more often than not it ends with the kids needing a bath though

- lots of laughter

- but on more serene moments, when it’s just you doing what you want, Atticus knows he truly loves you

- having an artistic person be his other half works out very well

- he can get very lost in his work and his morals

- you’re there to remind him that living isn’t always just thinking about such series things all the time

- and he appreciates that more than you will ever know

- even when you get paint in the bedsheets and have scattered papers everywhere

- he would prefer that than a marriage that has no more excitement

- because you give excitement

- imagine him coming home from a long day at work to find you waiting for him out front, drawing in the yard

- no one elses wife was out there drawing in the yard

- it may seem mundane to you but to him and his friends, it’s funny, odd, not respectable

- but he wouldn’t have it any other way

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juuust curious, are your requests are open? 👀 if they are, can you right an Atticus x reader fic where the reader is like cockwarming atticus while he works and they keep squirming and whining and atticus is just like “hm, just a few more minutes (he’s been saying that for the last hour)”

OMG OF COURSE I CAN and let’s ignore how long this took 😃

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Atticus Finch X Fem Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, unprotected sex (don't be silly guys don't do that 😐), semi public? teasing, oral (m receiving)

Context: You visit Atticus in his office, thinking he’d only be a few minutes more before you could go home, yet you ended up on his lap for an hour…

Just A Little Longer~

You shuffled on his lap, trying to gain some sort of friction. You'd been sat here for probably an hour and a half, Atticus' cock firmly inside you as he filed paperwork and the like. The two of you had grown close, with you working as a receptionist as the law firm he was at, and had 'unofficially' begun dating a few months ago.

Today, you'd decided to visit him in his office since your shift had ended, and he was still working, like usual.

“I’ll be done in a minute darlin’, if you want to hang around,” he’d said to you when you’d entered his office. So you waited…and waited…and waited. Eventually you had given up and decided to take matters into your own hands. Managing to steal his attention away for just long enough, you had been able to work your way onto his lap, sneakily undoing his belt and pants as he continued to work over your shoulder.

“Come on~” you whined, fidgeting around on his lap. His hand gripped your hip, keeping you in place, fully ignoring your pleading. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, frustrated as hell. As he loosened his grip to focus on his work you began to move around again, in desperate need of friction.

“Oh come on, you can last longer than that, can’t you darlin’~?” He said teasingly, pausing his work to look at your flustered face. Then you realised.

“You’re doing this on purpose!” You yelled, unbothered by if anyone would hear. It was well past the office closing time anyway, so you doubted anyone was still here. He laughed quietly, going back to the papers in his desk.

“Hush now, if you let me focus I’ll be done sooner.” You groaned, resting your head on his shoulder.

“That’s what you said an hour ago,” you whined, looking at the clock on the wall behind him. He chuckled again, his fingers tracing circles on the small of your back. Your skin shivered at the feel of his touch through the thin fabric of your dress.

You try again to gain some friction, shuffling around on his lap with your arms around his neck, keeping your torsos pressed against each other. Being sat like this for so long your body had gotten used to his girth stretching you out, but every slight movement you made sent a pulse through your entire body.

“Please~,” you whine against his ear, one hand tangling in his hair while the other lazily fiddles with the knot of his tie. Atticus sighed, pushing your head away from his neck to look at him.

“Oh come on, you can last a little longer, huh?” He said teasingly, a smirk on his lips and one eyebrow raised. As much as you hated it, all the teasing turned you on so much more, making you need him even more. So really this was all his fault. But he knew that.

You tugged at his tie harder, finally getting it loose enough to pull it off, tossing it somewhere behind you. He laughed quietly, pulling your hands away as you unbuttoned the first few on his shirt.

You heard the click of his pen cap closing before you could whine again, feeling the anticipation rising through your body. He slides his hands under the hem of your dress that was bunched up around your hips and thighs, his skin cold against yours. Keeping his cock nestled inside you, he lifts you up ever so gently and lays you on his desk. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist and your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you for a kiss.

Your lips connect, his warm breath filling your mouth; his hands push the fabric of your dress further up your, the air cold against your bare skin. He breaks away from the kiss for a brief moment to slip the dress over your head. You take the opportunity to undo the rest of his shirt buttons, sliding it down his shoulders and off his body.

His chest is warm against yours as he leans down, your lips reconnecting. You can taste the coffee on his breath as the kiss deepens; you’re hungry for him. One hand rests on your waist, keeping you in place beneath him, while the other slides between your torsos, reaching your chest.

His hand is gentle as he pinches your nipple between his forefinger and thumb, and you can’t help the quiet moans that escape your lips between each kiss. Slowly, Atticus moves his hips back and forth, giving you the friction you begged for after so long.

Your fingers intertwine in his hair as he slowly pulls away from you and begins to leave a trail of kisses along your jawline and down your neck towards your collarbone. The lustful moans that leave your throat fill the room as he slowly picks up the pace.

His hand leaves your chest and his thumb finds your clit, a shiver running up your spine as he does. Your brain is overwhelmed by the feelings caused by his actions, no doubt on purpose, and as he straightened his posture and tightened his grip on you, all you could mumble were incoherent mumbles and a cacophony of moans.

Underneath your own voice you could hear quiet groans coming from Atticus, matching his pace. He knows you’re close, his pace slow to draw out your pleasure as long as possible. As much as you appreciated it, you had been waiting well over an hour for release, and you wanted it now.

“F- ngh~ faster~” you manage to say between moans, reaching your hand down to meet his just above his cock. He obliges, his groans become louder as he picks up the place, both his hands keeping you in place by your hips. Your moans become a mixture of mewls and whines, along with his name. He leans over you, placing sloppy kisses on your neck, growing breathless with each thrust and you wrap your arms around him.

The heat rises in your core, a satisfying wave of ecstasy washing over you. Your nails dig into his back as your legs shake uncontrollably, your back arching your body up towards his. Atticus slows as you come down from your high, coming to a stop. For a moment, heavy breathing fills the room, your head fuzzy with pleasure.

Eventually, when you come to your senses, you find the strength to prop yourself up on your elbows, looking up at him. He groans slightly as he pulls his cock out of you, coated in your slick, before cupping your face with his hands and pulling you into a kiss.

You reach down, wrapping your hand around his still very hard dick, gently grazing your thumb over the head. He moans into your mouth at your touch, almost involuntarily, twitching in your hand. You pull back from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips still.

“Sit,” you say, have lustfully, half authoritatively. He obeys the command, sit down in the chair, laying his arms in the rests. You slide off the desk and into your knees, nestling yourself in between his thighs.

Wrapping your hand back around his cock, you slowly begin to pump up and down. You can feel it twitching and pulsing with every movement; it wouldn’t be long before he came. Placing your lips just over the tip, you lick the head a few times, earning quiet moans from Atticus.

You widen your mouth enough to fit it in, and slowly lower your head until the tip hits the back of your throat. As you begin to bob your head up and down, you use your hand to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, making sure to match the pace.

The twitching and throbbing becomes more spastic, along with his moans becoming more erotic. You hear him mumble something about being close, but he’s cut off by his own orgasm. His hands tighten their grip on the arm rests, and his hips jolt and shudder.

Warm, thick ropes of cum coat your tongue as you slowly continue to pump the base of his cock, getting every last drop out. Atticus sighs, his breath heavy, as you lift your head away. Begrudgingly, you swallow the salty liquid, realising there was nowhere else to put it.

“You.. never mind,” he laughs tiredly, a finger stroking your cheek. After regaining his strength, he stands up, grabbing your dress and his tie from off the floor, handing the fabric to you. “What are we going to do about that mess, hmm?” He asks, tilting his head and gesturing towards the slick running down your thighs and staining your pushed aside panties.

You grab the dress and put it on, holding the bottom half up, away from the mess. Looking around his office, you think.

“Tissues?”

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Ignore the shitting ending I’ve forgotten how to finish stuff TwT