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sapphicforsarahh · 4 months

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MORE LOU MILLEE SMUT PLSSSSS DOM LOU SUB YN PLSS

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warnings: smut, top!lou x bottom!reader, dom!lou x sub!reader, lou miller x fem!reader, fingering (r receiving), oral (r receiving), praise

synopsis: Lou gets her eye on someone new at the bar

It had been a slow Wednesday night at the bar, like it usually was. Lou tried to keep her boredom low by cleaning and drying glasses, organising bottles and cleaning the bar. "Hey Nine, get yourself off early, its quiet tonight," she shouts to her co-worker in the back. Nine walks through and hands her apron to Lou, and notices the door opening. "I'll just serve this customer then I'll sign out," Nine says to Lou before approaching the bar.

Lou looks up to see who just walked in and she sees you. "Let me get this one Nine," Lou smirks. Nine nods and says her goodbyes. You had piqued her interest. Your feminine style, long hair and pretty face. She watches you walk to the bar and sit on a stool. "What can I get for you honey?" Lou puts on her sweetest voice and looks at you. "What do you recommend?", you look up for the first time and see who's serving you. A tall blonde wearing a deep red suit and a tie loosely hung around her neck, multiple layers of jewellery and bangs that were cut just above her blue eyes.

"Well, it depends if you like sweet or bitter drinks. Or strong?", Lou tries to find the perfect drink for you. Her gaze was too strong, you had to look somewhere else, your eyes fell to her perfectly shown cleavage and you blushed. "You okay sweetheart?", Lou's voice pulled you out of the your thoughts and her finger lifted your chin up to make you look at her. "I- uh, I like strong," you fumble out.

Lou chuckles and walks away to make you a drink. You try to compose yourself and take your jacket off, due to the quick increase in temperature. "Do you like martinis?", Lou questions. "I've never had one," you confess. "Perfect. You're about to have the best martini you'll ever drink. I'll even make it dirty," she smirks, her Australian accent being more prevalent than ever.

She begins shaking the cocktail and you watch attentively at her. With a final shake, she starts pouring the drink into the chilled glass and pours the olive juice in. "Here you go," Lou hands the glass over and watches you take the first sip. Your eyes close and you swallow the drink. "It's good," you nod. "I'm glad you like it," she smiles. After another sip, you reach for your purse and start getting money out of it. "How much is it?" You pull $10 out, and go to hand it to her. "It's on me pretty girl," she pushes your hand away.

"Do all girls drink for free in here?", you joke before watching her again. "Just the pretty ones," Lou smiles and sits down opposite you. The blush on your face worsened, thankfully the bar was dimly lit and she wouldn't be able to see it. "So what brings you here?" Lou questions. "Well," you look down and notice her name tag 'Lou', "Lou, I'm wanting to expand my horizons, if you get my meaning." She smirks, her name had never sounded so good. "Never been to a lesbian bar before?". "No never," you nervously reply.

"What's your name sweetheart?" Lou purrs. "It's Y/N," you take another sip. "Well Y/N, what are you looking for? A woman to go out on a date with or a one night stand? Because tonight, its quite bare in here," she chuckles. "There is one woman who's caught my eye," you start hinting.

The two of you keep talking until Lou checks her watch, 9:43pm. Everyone else in the club had left by now, it was just the two of you left. Lou's hand had made it to your thigh and your hand rested on her shoulder. "What do you say we take this somewhere more private?" Lou suggests. "There's no one here," you smirk. "Look who's bold," Lou smirks before kissing you and picking you up and placing you on the table behind. Both of you become more desperate as time goes on, Lou pinning your hips to the table whilst you claw at her back. "Please," you plead, wanting her to hurry up. "Begging already? We've only just started darling," she chuckles at your desperation and moves her lips down to your neck. You moan at her dominant words and try to be patient and let her do what she wants to you.

Lou begins kneeling in front of you, wrapping her hands around your calves and kneading them slightly. "What is it that you want?", she teases, knowing exactly what you want. You writhe under her touch, and you groan, not wanting to confess what you want. "Stop, squirming. Tell me what you want," she commands and starts pulling down your skirt. "You, fuck me Lou!", you moan out. "Was that so hard?" she teases and pulls your tights down, staring at your underwear. Her fingers rub the wet patch and she quickly pulls them down. "Fuck baby, you're so wet. All this for me?" she breathed onto your thigh.

At this point, you couldn't speak, all you could focus on was this older woman between your legs. "Spread your legs," she ordered and looked up at you. She couldn't get enough of you. The sight of your eyes shut and brows furrowed had her desperate to please you. As you opened your legs, she saw for the first time truly how soaked you were. Lou couldn't wait any longer, her mouth immediately attacked you, her lips sloppily making out with your glistening pussy. The sounds you were making urged her to keep going.

"I'm going to cum," you breathlessly moaned. "Don't you dare cum until I tell you to," Lou takes her mouth off you and inserts two fingers instead. "Shit!" You groan out and shut your legs. Lou prise your legs open and keeps fingering you. "How close are you," she rasps. "S-so close," you moan. Her fingers keep moving inside you at an insane pace. "Do you want to cum?", she teases. "Yes! Lou, let me cum," you chant. "Beg me for it," she once again rasps out.

You groan at her stubbornness, "please, please let me cum for you Lou, I need to cum so bad". Her fingers still rapidly moving in and out of you. Her free hand kneads your thigh, whilst her lips are attached to your ear. "Cum, now," she demands into your ear.

Your legs shake and snap shut as you cum all over her fingers, her thrusting continuing. "That's it, you did so good," she praises before carefully removing her fingers and licking them clean.

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woman-actress · 3 months

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Jealous character x Fem!reader pleeaaaase

It's an SOS that I'm sending to you ...I am what we can call: an addict of fanfictions.

That's why I ask anyone who can write these wonderful things ... I'm in need and I have no desire to cure this addiction.

A little list :

Natasha Romanoff :

Wanda Maximoff :

Carol Danvers :

Lena Luthor :

Literally every character played by Cate Blanchette :

Same for Sarah Paulson :

Alma peregrine :

So many women and possibilities of toxic relationships and possible jealousy, really I would be happy to be crushed by these womens....

Thanks ! Really 💕

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fandomnerd9602 · 5 months

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Hela: darling you don’t know what’s possible

Y/N simply kneels…

Hela: hmm I may have to keep you

Y/N: yes my queen

Hela: my brothers is this one yours?

Thor: friend from work

Loki: I don’t know them

Hela glides up to Y/N…

Hela: forget Asgard. I just want you

Y/N: I’m all yours, my queen

For @konstantin609

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scarlettjohanssons-mistress · 9 months

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Nice to meet you

Warnings: First meetings, fluff

Word count: 1.6 K

Pairing: Cate Blanchett x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Meeting Cate (Based on a true story, only, I didn't meet Cate)

Requests: OPEN

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When I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was that the sun was too bright and warm for ten o'clock in the morning. I lazily picked up my mobile phone and unlocked it, only to realise that I had not set my alarm and that it was in fact already 11:00 A.M.

"Shit"

As best I could, and literally running, I got out of my bed, put on a pair of jeans, my work t-shirt, and went into the bathroom. In less than 5 minutes I had brushed my teeth, washed my face, combed my hair and grabbed my make-up bag. I grabbed my backpack, money, my keys and left the flat to run to the underground station.

The train arrived quickly and since it was no longer rush hour, it was practically empty, so I sat down and took off my make-up, knowing that I wouldn't get to work for another 30 minutes.

When I got to the station where I had to get off, I did so and ran to the nearby square in order to get to my work. I opened the door, dodged several customers and made my way to the counter of the bookshop.

"Look who deigned to show up," joked my cousin.

I had been working in the bookshop run by my aunt for months. It was a great advantage, since, with tardiness like today's, in any other job, I would have been fired by now, but here, I only received a disapproving look from my aunt and a silly smile from my uncle.

"Oh, T/N, now why were you so late?"

"I forgot to set my alarm"

My aunt just rolled her eyes.

"You should set an alarm to remind you to set an alarm," my uncle joked, making us all giggle.

"Well, since you're finally here, please mop the floor."

"Sure, hey auntie, remember I told you if you'd give me permission to get away for two or three hours here in the square?"

"You're late and you still want to go out?" joked my cousin.

"What do you want to go out for?" asked my uncle, as he brought down books from a Spanish publisher.

"There's going to be a premiere of Cate Blanchett's new film. And the cast is coming…"

"And T/N would rather die than lose the chance to meet that woman," my cousin finished.

"Sorry for appreciating what a good actress she is".

I was a lying whore. Sure, the woman was the greatest actress of the 21st century, but she was also the most sensual woman I had ever met. My gay ass was shaking just thinking about her.

"What time is that?"

"At 3:00 p.m."

"Where is it?"

"It's in the cinema in this very square".

"Okey".

And without further ado, he began to help my uncle with the Spanish books.

"Is that a yes?"

Out of nowhere, he stood up with a grimace of pain.

"Help your uncle with the books and then we'll see".

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My aunt had a problem, and this was that she would regularly, if not always, forget that I had already left some task, and suddenly I would start doing another one that needed to be done more urgently, so it was not unusual for me to notice that, just when I had half the floor mopped, the clock in the shop already showed 3:10 PM.

"Auntie, it's already 3:10."

"So what?"

"I asked you that you would give me the opportunity to go out to the premiere of the film".

"Have you finished cleaning?"

"Almost there…

"Then it's over now"

I started mopping quickly to finish faster.

"Do it right, T/N!"

I felt my heart start to flutter as, outside the venue, I could hear the screams, the people starting to run. Shit, it was too late, there was probably already a big crowd on the red carpet, which was going to make it impossible for me to get an autograph or a picture.

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After finishing my chores, I quickly set out to go to the storeroom, drop off the mop and bucket, and just as I was taking off my uniform shirt to put on a nicer one, I heard some pretty loud shouting and the front door slamming. For several minutes I listened to murmuring until suddenly my cousin shouted.

"Y/N, come"

I quickly put on my T-shirt, and grabbed my small bag. As I left, I noticed an excessive amount of people in front of the bookshop, which scared me.

"What's going on, why are there so many people outside…?

Before I could finish my sentence, I walked over to where my cousin was, to find her standing next to Cate Blanchett and her make-up artist Mary.

"Hello. Nice to meet you"

The blonde greeted me with a charming smile. But I froze. I literally didn't know what to do.

Part of me wanted to start screaming and jumping up and down with excitement, another part was about to cry and try to hug her, while another part wanted to make a fool of myself as little as possible and try to start a conversation about her films and what a great actress she is in my eyes.

"Excuse her, she's too gay to talk" my cousin scoffed, eliciting a giggle from both older women "she's literally in love with you. When she was like 15 she said she'd marry you."

Yep, it was definitely not in my plans to be humiliated like that by my own cousin.

What was my next action, just ignore my cousin and start with some of my actions, make believe that this is a joke?

"It's not true, I mean, I do want to kiss you, but not since I was fifteen".

NO. IT'S. I really told one of the best actresses in the world that I wanted to kiss her, I WANT TO DIE.

I covered my face with both hands, but through the gap between my fingers I could see Cate giggle and adjust her hair.

"Well… I'm flattered."

"But… but what are you doing here?" I tried to change the subject just to avoid further embarrassment.

"People started to crowd around and I needed to fix this," Mary said as she pointed to Cate's torn dress.

"You know, a torn dress can't break my aura of perfection…" Cate tried to joke, but, she didn't know my name. She was asking my name!

"T/N, my name is T/N"

"T/N" she whispered my name in such a sensual way that I felt my panties start to get wet. "That's a beautiful name."

"T…thank you"

She began to wander around the room, while Mary, behind her, tried to fix her dress. As my gaze followed them, I felt a nudge in my rib.

"Hey, I've got to go" my cousin spoke, "can you stay and look after the blonde while my aunt comes back from her office?" before I could answer, she laughed and tapped me on the shoulder "who am I kidding, you sure get wet at the thought of being alone with that woman."

"You know we're not alone, and there's her make-up artist, right?"

"We're going to pretend that wouldn't stop you, are we?"

She just laughed and left.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that my aunt was attending to an important call, while my uncle was arranging the diaries. So, I followed them, seeing that Cate was too focused on one section of the bookshop.

"Do you have a specific section for LGBT literature?"

She turned to look at me, while Mary was fixing her dress and make-up. It wasn't a question on the air.

"Yes, we have a wide variety.

"I've never read this one" as she could, she picked up Ruth Gogoll's 'Taxi to Paris' book. and leafed through it a little.

"That's a very good one, I've read it more than 3 times…"

"So I'm dealing with a stalker?" she joked, causing me to let out an involuntary laugh. I can't believe she just made a reference to her own joke.

"In my defence, it's part of a research project for my university".

"What are you studying?"

"I'm studying cinema. I'd like to make an adaptation of that book".

"That's wonderful, darling. Is that your first race?"

"Yes…"

"You are so young…"

We were both silent, but with our eyes fixed on each other's, until Mary's throat clearing brought us out of our reverie.

"Cate, we have to go, it's already late."

"Oh, right."

She put the book back where she took it from, but just before she walked, I stepped forward and took the book, handing it to the blonde.

"Here, I'll give it to you"

"Oh darling, you're a sweetheart, but don't worry, I could pay for it…"

Fuck it, it's now or never.

"Yes, but, when you read it, you'll think of me."

I saw her eyes sparkle and she gave me a beautiful smile.

"Well, I guess I owe her the same treatment. Maybe a picture will make her think of me, sweet princess?" she joked.

"That would be wonderful, beautiful woman," I curtsied, causing her smile to grow.

I handed my mobile phone to Mary and just as I was smiling for the picture, I felt Cate's warm, soft lips on the corner of my mouth.

Mary took the picture and told Cate they had to leave, so she handed me my mobile phone and left, almost dragging Cate with her.

"I hope you remember me every time you see the picture".

"I hope you remember me every time you read the book".

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horeformilfs · 4 months

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Breathe

Cate Blanchett x Fem!Reader

TW: Anxiety, Social Anxiety, Panic Attack

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You and Cate had been dating for about six months and you have never been happier. You never told her about your social anxiety because you didn't want to burden her with your problems. You always felt like you were holding her back, that she could be doing more but instead she was helping you. You had gotten away with not going to any movie premieres with her because you always told her that your had work that needed to be finished or that you were not feeling well enough to go.

Cate had just finished filming Ocean's Eight and the premiere was tonight. You knew that she was going to start getting ready to go and you were still in your office on the other side of the house. You had finished your work for the day hours ago but told Cate that you had to catch up on other patient files. You hear a knock at the door to your office door and turn to see who is it. "Come in." You say quietly as you turn to see cate walk in. "Y/N darling we need to start getting ready to go." She says as she come and puts her hands on your shoulders. "I know, I just have so much more work to do. I got three new patients today, and need to look over their files." You say as you turn back to your desk. "Y/N, you said that you would come with me to this premiere, you have missed the last few." She says as she turns you back around to face her. "I know and I'm sorry I have missed them but I'm just so busy with work right now, and you know I don't like those types of things. "I know darling but Helena, Sarah, and I were hoping that you would be coming, you could just sit with us. Nothing too drastic" She says. "Alright, I will come but I don't even have an outfit." You say and she just smiles at you. "I knew that you would say that so I had one put together for you. Now come with me." She says as she takes your had and walks out of your office with you closing the door behind both of you.

You both make it to the main floor of the house and see Cate's team there ready to help you both with your hair, make up, and outfits. "Y/N these are my stylists they are some of the best." She says. "Ladies this is my girlfriend Y/N." You give them a small but nervous smile. "Both of your outfits are in your room Cate, I will be outside the door if you need any help. My name is Anna by the way. The blonde is Kristie and The one setting up the makeup is Alissa." She says to you. "It's nice to meet you all." You say to them. You both make your way into your bedroom and see two bags one with Cate's name and one with yours. You take yours and go into the bathroom. "Y/N I'm ready you can come out whenever." You hear Cate say through the door. As soon as you walk out Cate's jaw is on the floor. "Y/N oh my god you look amazing." She says. You took up at Cate and see she is wearing a blue suit with a white blouse and black heels. "You look amazing as well love." You say. Once you both are done with hair and makeup you leave the house and get into the car and leave for the premier.

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Once you get there you start to get even more nervous, there a photographers and reporters waiting for you and Cate to get out of the car. You look to Cate and see her smiling at you. You push back your feeling of anxiety and smile back at her. "Are you ready darling?" She asks looking at you. You nod your head and she lets the driver know that you are ready to get out. Cate steps out first and puts her hand out to help you out of the car. You hesitantly give her your hand hoping that she won't notice it shaking. Once you are out of the car you plaster on a smile and wrap your arm around Cate. You both make your way to the red carpet stopping to take pictures and talk with reporters. Once you have gotten through it, you make your way into the venue and find your way to the rest of the cast members. You hug each of them and sit down at the table and start to talk.

"So Y/N how have you been?" Helena asks. "Cate said that you have been super busy and that's why you haven't been able to come to these events." Says Sarah. "Oh yeah, I have been super busy with work, I just got more patients so work has been piling up." "What is it that you do again?" Sandra asks looking at you. "Oh I'm a clinical psychologists, but I mainly work with teens." You say giving her a shy smile. You and the rest of the cast keep talking while the movie is playing, seeing as most of them didn't like watching themselves. You had been feeling relaxed but once everything started to slow down and the adrenaline had died down you started to feel nervous again. Your palms became really clammy and you started to shake. No one was really paying attention besides Helena who was sitting next to you. Cate had just walked away to talk to the director and you didn't see where she had gone. You quickly get up making everyone else at the table turn to face you. "Are you okay Y/N?" You hear Sarah's voice but your mind is so clouded that you can't really focus on her. "Umm y-yeah I'm fine, I just need some air." You says not very convincingly. You can see that Helena doesn't believe what you are saying but you don't stop to talk with her, you can hear her following you from the sound of her heals.

Once you make your way out of the main room you frantically look around to see if you can find Cate but you come up empty. You see the bathroom and quickly make you way into it. It is a fairly large bathroom with a separate lounge room. You close the door and stand in the middle of the room not knowing what to do as Helena comes in behind you. "Y/N are you okay? What's going on?" She asks as she makes her way in front of you. "I-I can't umm, there are too many people. I can't find Cate." You were trying to explain what was happening but you couldn't calm down. "I'm going to get Cate, I saw her talking, I will be right back." You nod your head as she leaves.

A few minutes late she comes back with Cate right behind her. "Y/N darling what's going on?" She asks as she guides you to a couch against the wall. You tried to talk but your breathing was out of control. "Okay Y/n I need you to call down for me alright? Now I want you to tell me five things you see." You nod to her and list off the first five things you see. Her, Helena, the door and two different paintings. "Alright now I want you to tell me two things you hear." You tell her that you can hear her voice and the movie playing in the other room. You breathing was starting to slow down and you were feeling calmer. "Okay now tell me something you can smell." She says holding you hand. You immediately wrap your arms around her waist and bury you head in the crook of her neck. "Your perfume, I love the way it smells, it always calms me down." You tell her with a smile on your face. She gently smiles back at you and hugs you. "Are you okay? Can you tell me what happened?" She asks. You nod your head and pull away from her. "I was diagnosed with anxiety when I was a teenager over the years I have gotten better at coping with it but when I'm around a lot of people it gets out of control sometimes. I panic and it's really hard for me to be able to calm myself back down." You explain looking down at your hands. She gently lift your head and your eyes meet hers.

"Why didn't you tell me before? Is this why you never came to any of these events?" "I didn't tell you because I didn't want to bother you with it, I mean I'm a psychologist for gods sake, I would think that after going to school and helping all of my patients that I would know how to use the coping skills." You say.

"You know that it's okay to ask for help and to need it once in a while? Right?" Helena asks as she take a seat across from you and Cate. "I know I just feel like I should be able to do this." You say. "I get it, and these things are not even that fun. Helena and I were thinking that some of us could leave early and we could order food and have a girls night. What do you think?" Cate asks as she looks at you.

You nod your head quickly in agreement earning a laugh from both of the actresses. "Who would be coming?" You asks. "We would go back to mine. I would probably just be me, Cate, you, Sarah and Sandra." Helena says. You nod your head and stand up with Cate.

"Alright let's go let the others know, but promise me Y/N, if you ever feel like this again to come to me or any of the other girls, they would be happy to help you." You turn to Cate and give her a hug. "I promise."

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getlostsquidward · 2 years

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offer me that deathless death

pairing: hela x valkyrie!reader

summary: odin sending the valkyries to prevent hela from escaping was a present in disguise.

warnings: 18+, smut, extremely dubious consent, dacryphilia, power play, dom/sub, oral sex

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When Odin had sent the Valkyries to prevent Hela from escaping her banishment, you knew that there would be casualties. You knew there was a chance of you not getting a chance to go home—or your sisters, your family, your friends. Dying in battle was a risk always present, and as a warrior, it is also an aspiration—an afterlife in Valhalla.

So you desperately prayed to the gods that she just kill you now, quick and easy, with one of her necroswords piercing your chest. It's better than having to lie down amongst the dead bodies of your fellow warriors, and your family, stifling your sobs. You're not sure if there's anybody else that survived, trying to blend in as you are right now, but you hope Odin– or someone, anyone, would come rescue.

As you slowly accept that you might not be meeting your demise today, you take a moment to focus and steady your breath, feeling every stiff muscle and wounds as the adrenaline wears off.

You'd almost forgotten about Hela, but as you hear her calculated steps veering closer and closer toward you, your whole body freezes in fear– partly in delight. Finally, she'd end your life.

“I know you're still alive. Don't be afraid, come to your Queen.”

And just like that, she squashes your hope again, the remaining embers of your desire to live extinguished. There's no point in resisting anymore. If she kills you or if she lets you leave, then so be it.

Slowly, you muster all your strength to stand up, dragging your feet to stand before her as she sits on her makeshift throne. Her headdress was nowhere to be found, her jet-black tresses cascading down her back.

She beckons you closer, “Kneel.”

Hela grins as you obey—as you should—mindlessly, your eyes trained on the ground. She lifts your chin up, meeting her gaze. She scans your eyes for any trace of defiance.

She's found none, and she finds that...sweet, that empty look in your eyes as you wait for her to decide your fate.

“If you can satisfy me in five minutes, I might let you live.”

The color drained from your face as a great deal of confusion and disbelief flooded your chest. “W-what...what do you mean, Your Majesty?”

Hela hummed as you addressed her as such, her desire to break you all the greater. “Oh, you know perfectly well what I mean, pet,” she simpers as her armor starts to disintegrate, revealing the pale skin underneath. “Now hush and put that tongue to good use while the offer still stands– or do you prefer to be one with your sisters? Your dead, cold body left to rot in the pits of Hel...” the Goddess wipes the dried blood on the corner of your mouth, “Don't you feel angry with Odin? Sending the Valkyries straight to their death without any help from him...must be painful.”

Tears start to gather in your eyes as you reel it in, and the fact that she's telling the truth makes anger bubble in you. Hela sees the rage starting to spark in your eyes, tears starting to fall on your cheeks. She leans down, your faces so close to each other. She caresses your bottom lip with her thumb, demanding entrance. Her finger presses down on your tongue, opening your mouth. You know what she's trying to do, and despite your weepy state, you comply, sticking your tongue out.

She smiles wickedly as she lowers her sex on your awaiting mouth, a lewd moan slipping on her mouth as she starts to grind on your tongue.

“Go on, cry for your fallen comrades. Cry for your trust the All-Father betrayed.”

You grab on her thighs for support, inhaling a sharp breath. Might as well speed the process, you think, as you begin to lap her folds and suck on her clit.

Hela's wetness starts to flood your mouth, her taste in contrast to this realm. Heavenly.

The Goddess of Death delights in how pathetic you look under her—glassy eyes, tear-stained cheeks, and her arousal glistening on your mouth and chin.

Ironically, she thanks her father for sending his army to her. It was a present in disguise, and she's found her new little plaything utterly perfect.

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theartofimagining13 · 1 year

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Imagine:

You and Cate were lovers and she constantly complained about being sick of her husband Jeremy. She wanted his money so she came up with a plan where you could seduce him and then she could accuse him of adultery. You two could run away and be together. Unfortunately, Cate played with fire and got burnt; you actually fell in love with Jeremy as much as you loved Cate. The pressure of all these lies and games took their toll on you and caused you to break down in front of Jeremy one time. You ended up telling him the truth and it all turned into a war. You didn’t know who to side with.

#OoOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Best imagine in a while #Unfaithful Fridays #Imagine Jeremy Irons #Imagine Cate Blanchett #Cate Blanchett x reader #Jeremy Irons x reader #Imagine

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maximoffswriter · 11 months

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Lean On Me.

warnings: self harming (hitting yourself, after doing something stupid)

pairing/s: parent!Cate Blanchett x fem!reader

genre: h&c / fluff?

summary: r has been so caught up with her tasks, and all she wants is for them to end. Forcing herself to finish them all in time, she messes up a lot, which led to r coming back to her old habits.

disclaimer: ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO PLEASE BARE WITH ME! also this is a self indulgent fic :)

word count: 436 words (baby fic!)

you do NOT have the right/permission to copy, steal or repost this and claim my work as your own.

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Your POV:

12 unfinished assignments.

My mind's a mess, so are my things. I can't seem to get anything correctly.

I have 2 essays due in 3 hours, and I've barely started on one. Hitting myself on the head, I mentally tell myself how stupid I am.

I want to scream out loud, as tears start to stream down my face. The words on my laptop screen becoming a blur.

"I-i can't do th-this.." I stutter out, breathing becoming uneven, and shallow.

I try to keep going, ignoring the hundred million thoughts in my mind.

I type and type until I couldn't understand what I was typing anymore. I read the essay once I thought I've completed it. "God, what am I doing?!" I say, hitting myself on the head once again. "dumbass, I'm such a dumbass!" repeating my actions until I feel as if I've had enough.

I fix the essay, and once I've done that I immediately submit it.

I release a sigh of relief as I see that I still have an hour and a half to finish the other one.

I take a sip of water, and immediately start on my essay. This one was easier as it only needed 500 words, and the topic was something I'm familiar with.

My stress decreasing little by little as I come to an end with this.

"Finally." I smile, submitting the essay. "Just 10 more fucking assignments to do. Good thing they aren't due until this Tuesday." I sigh.

Just then, my mom enters the room. "Hi, my love." she says, making herself known. "Hi." I smile, though she can't see my face.

"What are you working on?" She asks. "Just some assignments." I respond.

She stands behind me, watching me work. "Need help?" she asks. "No, no it's okay." I smile, looking up at her.

She notices my bloodshot eyes. "Oh, darling. You need to rest, don't overwork yourself." She says, her expression changing from calm to worried. "I'm fine, Mom. I'm not overworking myself, I promise!" I say, trying to convince her that I'm not stressed.

"Oh, but you are. How about we take a power nap, and I'll help you when we wake up?" She asks, her voice leaving no room for argument. "Okay.." I nod.

She takes a step back, letting me stand up from my chair, and once I did, she pulls me in for a tight hug.

"You can lean on me, you know? If you're tired, I'm here."

"Thank you. I love you."

"I love you more, my dearest."

We lay down on my bed, and slept.

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mossterious · 4 months

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I keep rotating a Hot Fuzz Muppet Movie in my head like it’s a kebab

#hot fuzz #cornetto trilogy #the muppets #i have so many thoughts about this #though most of those thoughts are ehe muppets #but like. just imagine it.#angel would HAVE to be human #also there is the literal line about muppets that makes this funnier #the issue is it wouldn’t work with like. Kermit.#not really #personally I think no Kermit #just lesser known muppets as the residents #Nick would probably also be human #Robin would be Aaron a Aaronson I bet #and Miss piggy would be cate blanchett.

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zeldas-cigarrette · 6 months

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Trying to come back:)

I haven’t been myself in a long time, I’ve lost interest in things I loved doing (like writing, and coming up with fun ideas for new fics). Slowly, I think I’m coming back to enjoy it again. I was totally out of energy to follow requests I’ve got or even come up with my own ideas to write. So I stopped. I missed sitting in my room and writing for hours on end, fussing about little details I loved putting in my stories. Honesty is important, especially when I want to continue this. It’s the end of October and it might be the season, which made me passionate about starting to write again, but I desperately want to get into it again.

With this post, I’m trying to officially come back to this community. So I’m inviting you to send requests again, this is my masterlist, and I hope I can measure up to how I wrote back then and maybe even improve.

Thank you to those who still read my stuff, even though I haven’t posted in ages.<3

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sapphicforsarahh · 1 year

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Head Rest

Ship: Lou Miller x Reader

Word count: 355+

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Reader falls asleep in Lou’s lap.

It had been a long day. Debbie had explained the plan for the next heist and the whole group were perfecting the details. As 6pm rolled around, tiredness did too. You and Lou sat on the couch, sharing a bottle of wine between you both.

“Baby, can we cuddle?” You lean onto her shoulder, and whisper into her ear. “How about you lay your head in my lap, hm?” She lowly returns, her smooth voice relaxing you. “Sounds good to me,” you smirk and lay down, your head laying on her lap. She looks down at you and smiles contently, her hands making their way to your hair, stroking it lightly.

You hum and close your eyes, finally relaxed. “You’re cute when you’re tired,” she mumbles, still stroking your hair and her fingers raking through your hair. You blush lightly before snuggling further into her lap. “You guys are adorable,” Daphne commented, walking past to refill her wine glass.

Within a few minutes of Lou’s soft touches, you were asleep. Occasionally, Lou looked down to look at you peacefully sleeping, a faint smile on your lips. You were truely happy. Tammy and Debbie notice Lou smiling down at you. “I’ve never seen her so happy,” Tammy leans to Debbie, they both nod looking at her.

Debbie stands up and walks past Lou, “you’re a softie really.” She smirks at Lou before refilling her drink. “Shut up ocean, you’re just jealous,” she brushes off her comment and continues stroking your hair.

After a while, your eyes fluttered open, you heard quiet conversation of the group and Lou came into vision. She was laughing heartily, the sound of her laughter filling your ears waking you up. She eventually looks down to see you looking up at her blue eyes and they soften. “Sleep well honey?” She asks, stroking her thumb against your cheek. “I slept great thanks to you,” you smile and sit up, still leaning close to her. Lou lifts her arm up, letting you cuddle into her side before she puts it back down again, her hand loosely grabbing your waist.

“I love you,” you both whisper.

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fandomnerd9602 · 3 months

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Can you please make a incorrect quotes of Y/N becoming fiercely protective towards Hela after seeing flashback of her childhood while Odin is visiting earth ????

https://youtu.be/gZudBsB7hsI?si=WHiL48G0ThCLh38B

Talking about this flashback

Y/N approaches Hela…

Y/N: my queen I have something for you

Y/N holds up a little wolf pup…

Hela: oh my-!!

The puppy continues to lick Hela, tail wagging happily…

Y/N: she’ll make a wonderful floofy baby

Hela: father never let me have one

Y/N: I’ll let you have all the fluffy babies you want

Hela: (cries) thank you my love

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #hela #hela x reader #hela odinsdottir #what if #marvel what if #what if season 2 #what if series #cate blanchett #hela odindottir x reader

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mischievous-thunder · 2 years

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scarlettjohanssons-mistress · 4 months

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Winter painting

Warnings: First meetings, alternate universe - canon divergence,

Word count: 1.9 K

Pairing: Carol Aird x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Y/N feels like she's not good, she feels sad and she's tired.

But seeing a woman on the street indirectly invites her to draw again, and not only does it make her feel better about drawing her, it also makes her feel better in other ways.

Requests: OPEN

[Main masterlist] [Carol masterlist]

She was twenty-five years old and depressed.

Y/N was twenty-five years old and in a terrifying depression.

She knew her family had a history with the melancholy episodes that occurred every winter; but this was different.

College was killing her in one way or another.

Her family had hated the mere thought that their eldest daughter would have preferred to study, rather than marry the perfect prospect in their eyes, and not only had she decided to study, she had decided to start studying fine arts.

Pratt Institute offered an exceptional curriculum for those who wanted to study the fine arts.

Y/N knew she had a special gift with drawing. She never said it, but she knew it. Her grandmother always told her.

But, she was tired. The pressure of college, constant creator's block and bouts of melancholy were only making her paintings disastrous. At least that's how Y/N saw it.

Moving to New York had also hurt her melancholic attacks.

While she was almost always in constant conflict with her family, moving more than two thousand kilometers away from them, and from her only support, her grandmother, was difficult.

At least not everything in life was bad. New York in December was spectacular, almost magical, and her nice room in a building near downtown Brooklyn only helped this almost ephemeral romanticization of her college life.

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This vacation Y/N was not going to be able to travel back to her hometown because her parents had decided to travel to Travel to post-war England to visit one of her great-aunts, who was even more absurdly rich than her own parents. So, the woman decided that to kill some time and get some money of her own, she would work in a coffee shop near downtown, and in the evenings she would stay at home, anyway, it was a vacation and she wanted to rest.

And while she hated the bourgeoisie, to which, ironically, she belonged, she also had to admit that she hated her job.

She didn't know if it was the coffee beans, the smell of the flavoring syrups, the Italian coffee machine that always broke down in the mornings, her partner Francis who every morning flirted with her, with some hope of dating her, or maybe it was her boss, a bitter man who reminded her of her own father.

But, at the same time, hating her job made she appreciate her evenings all the more.

She would make herself a cup of chocolate and sit on the balcony of her apartment. She would sit in search of something to cheer her up, something to inspire her, but it never came.

Until she saw her.

Her eyes roamed over her from head to toe.

Black sneakers, slim ankles and calves that were only increasing in proportion. A brown fur coat that hid the clothes she wore; a coral-colored scarf, but that even so, despite that, left a little skin in sight, white, firm and elegant; a defined jaw, and a round chin, thin lips, well defined and outlined by a red lipstick, red perfection; an odd nose, not long, not curved, not upturned, but pretty; eyes as blue as the sky and protected by long, dense lashes, obviously made up with some mascara; perfectly sculpted blonde eyebrows; and blonde hair, short and combed, it looked and Y/N was almost sure she had taken at least a few hours to fix it.

Y/N had never seen a woman with that presence, with that elegance, and with that beauty.

The woman was staring at a sideboard in front of her building, so, quickly Y/N went back inside to pull out her drawing blog and began a quick sketch.

The long legs, the misty coat, the elegant hair, the hands covered by leather gloves.

The woman walked away from the sideboard and continued walking, until she was lost in the horizon.

Y/N closed her eyes and tried to vividly recall every color and texture of the woman.

She went back into her apartment and pulled out the crayons.

After finishing the perfected sketch, he began to fill the drawing with color. The cheeks, the hair, the scarf, the skin and the muscles of her neck.

What will it feel like to kiss her neck?

What will it feel like to run your fingers through your blond locks?

What will it smell like?

What will your perfume be?

Thoughts wouldn't let her continue with her drawing, so she simply left the blog on the table by the balcony and went inside for a third and final time.

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The next time Y/N saw the blonde, she was accompanied by another, equally beautiful, brown-haired woman. The blonde had the same coat, but the brunette had a much darker one. Both wore a pashmina instead of a scarf.

They both looked at the shop window that the blonde had seen the previous time.

Y/N took out her notebook again and began to perfect her drawing, as she watched the two women enter the store.

In the end they only stayed for a few minutes, leaving empty-handed, but leaving Y/N to finish her work.

As the blonde walked where she had come from, while the brunette looked around, until her chocolate eyes met Y/N's. The latter quickly put the blog away and tried to hide her face by putting the cup of green tea she was drinking in front of her.

And before the brunette's insistent gaze roamed over her disheveled figure, Y/N slipped back into her room and closed the door.

Back in the privacy of her home, Y/N admired the work she had done.

And for the first time in months, it didn't seem catastrophic.

Yes, I wasn't happy with the final result (she hated working with pencils and in her college notebook), she knew I could have done a better job with the textures, the colors, the shadows… the red of the lips seemed almost pale, almost one-dimensional; the hair lacked that semi-golden glow it possessed. But it wasn't absolutely horrible.

Y/N turned the page to look at her latest drawing. A memorial portrait of her younger sister. There were so many beginner's mistakes that Y/N almost wanted to pull the hair out of her head.

Finally, I was making progress.

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Days passed, and the mysterious blonde never physically appeared again. But in Y/N's mind she never left.

Another day, she had decided to take out her easel, canvas and acrylics, and thanks to the confidence she had gained from her last drawing, she decided to start a landscape painting. Snow-covered New York was something worth capturing.

She started with the sky, moved on to the trees, and when she least noticed, a brown coat and a blonde mane appeared in the frame.

Admiring the top of one of the trees.

By the time Y/N realized it, it was too late, she was almost done with the beautiful woman in the painting.

Even without her here, she couldn't stop painting it.

She put her things in and set the canvas down for the paint to dry. She left her cup of hot chocolate in the sink, grabbed her coat, put on her boots and left her apartment.

She needed to see Fred.

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Y/N met Fred one day on the city subway.

Fred was studying psychology at Columbia University in the City of New York, but they always went to the same café to study.

They became fast friends, Fred trying to psychoanalyze each and every painting in her surrealism class as well as its colors, while Y/N was always trying to bring out the blond man's artistic streak.

When the woman arrived at the man's apartment, she hadn't even finished taking her coat off her shoulders when she asked the question:

What does it mean when you can't get someone out of your head?

Fred got excited and ran up to his room. He returned with more than three giant books in his arms. He was going to psychoanalyze her.

Freud said that love was an idealization of the subject himself, because it came from the Id. A narcissistic aspect from which no human being was free.

Fred explained to Y/N that humans juxtapose attributes of their own ideal id on the other person to generate an emotional bond beyond the sexual.

Y/N returned home and admired the now completely dried painting.

She did not attribute anything to this mysterious woman, she had not even crossed words with her, how could she attribute anything to her?

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Christmas had passed without accidents.

Y/N had decided to go celebrate at the home of one of her friends.

After several drinks, she ended up falling asleep on her friend's couch.

They woke up, ate some reheated food and Y/N went home.

Just as she reached the front door of her building, Y/N rummaged through her purse to find that she didn't have her keys with her. She was literally left on the street.

She had to walk to the corner and find a pay phone. Her friend confirmed that her keys were in her house. She asked her to stay outside and wait for her friend's boyfriend.

Y/N sat down on the outside stairs and took out a small notebook that she always carried. She took out the pen that her friend had given her the night before and began to draw the phone she had been on minutes ago.

Y/N began to be guided by the sunlight, until out of the corner of her eye, she could notice a shadow, and before her head turned, a voice interrupted her.

"Excuse me, do you know what day the store across the street is going to open?"

And in front of Y/N's eyes, stood the blonde, her muse.

Sapphire eyes, defined red cheeks, with a few freckles scattered all over her face.

"I don't know. "

Y/N could tell that the corners of the red lips were pulled down a little.

"Ohh"

Y/N was metaphorically struck, so she hastened to remedy her mistake.

"But, I live in this building, and my balcony overlooks the premises".

"Oh, in that case, could I leave you my phone number so you can let me know? Really, it's urgent that I buy a gift. I should have bought it from the first day, but, I decided to wait," said the blonde, letting out a genuine and deep laugh.

"Sure, you can write it down."

Y/N turned the page and handed the woman the notebook and pen.

The woman quickly wrote down her number, but by accident, she saw the multiple drawings in the notebook.

"Thank you very much…"

"Y/N"

"Thank you very much Y/N"

"You're welcome."

The woman held out her notebook to her, causing their fingers to brush for a few seconds.

"Well, that's that, Merry Christmas." the blonde said goodbye.

"Merry Christmas."

The woman started to walk away, but suddenly turned around to find that Y/N's eyes had not moved away.

"I like your drawings," the woman winked and then disappeared for good.

Y/N felt a constant tickle in the back of her neck and lower stomach, her hands were sweating, and she felt a warmth running from her neck to her cheeks.

Y/N opened the notebook to see the woman's handwriting.

Carol Aird

+16469806357

Note:

It's literally my favorite fanfic. I LOVED writing this.

I hope you enjoy it

I appreciate the reblogs, the likes and the comments

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