#lou miller x fem reader

[sapphicforsarahh]

MORE LOU MILLEE SMUT PLSSSSS DOM LOU SUB YN PLSS

word count: 1.1K

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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[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

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

[Main masterlist] [Actors and actresses masterlist]

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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[drkmgs]

Too good at goodbyes

Lou Miller x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Angst, unsure love

story type: one shot

This one was a rush one. My brain just whipped this up, and I couldn't stop writing it. Also, I don't know what direction this was actually going, so I hope it turned out fine.

You must think that I'm stupid You must think that I'm a fool You must think that I'm new to this But I have seen this all before

You aren't stupid. You aren't a fool, and this is definitely not new to you.

You watch Lou leave your side when she finds out about the revenge Debbie is plotting towards her ex-lover, Becker.

You watch them argue. You watch Lou being frustrated and unsure about the revenge plot. You watch your lover – actually more on pursuer be worried about her crush or according to her ex-crush – this right here is the main reason why you haven't accepted her being your girlfriend.

I'm never gonna let you close to me Even though you mean the most to me 'Cause every time I open up, it hurts So, I'm never gonna get too close to you Even when I mean the most to you In case you go and leave me in the dirt

"Hey, Y/N. Are you okay?" Lou playfully shoved your shoulders as she sits beside you. She noticed how gloomy you looked and wanted to cheer you up. "Yeah. I'm just tired. I'll go to bed. Goodnight, Lou." You gave her a weak smile and walked off towards your room. Her gaze just follows your movements.

"Why don't you talk to her about it, Y/N?" Tammy comforted you as she caught you silently sobbing. "I don't know what to say, Tam. I know they are partner in crime, and I have no right to be jealous because I haven't accepted her yet, and I can't accept her because of how she is now. I know I sound selfish, but I have been hurt before, and I don't want to go through all that again." You cry more.

But every time you hurt me, the less that I cry And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry And every time you walk out, the less I love you Baby, we don't stand a chance, it's sad, but it's true

"Could you stop avoiding me?!" Lou snatched your arm to make you stop walking. You stopped walking but didn't face her. "How many times do I have to tell you? Debbie is my best friend and I'm worried about her." She let your arm go. "Best friends? I'm 100% sure best friends don't look at each other like how you look at her, Lou. I'm not an idiot. I know how people look in love." You face her this time.

"You know what? Believe what you want to believe. Talk to me when you can trust my words." Lou said before leaving you standing in the hallway. "Action speaks louder, Lou." You whisper, breaking your heart.

I'm way too good at goodbyes (I'm way too good at goodbyes) I'm way too good at goodbyes (I'm way too good at goodbyes)

They got all the jewelry and successfully framed Becker. They are all gathered in the loft, drinking champagne and talking about the mission. When Tammy pointed out you're missing. Lou furrowed her eyebrows and looked for you around the loft. Finally, she had the brains to check your room.

It was empty. All of your belongings were gone. There was only a note on your bed.

Dear Lou,

Congratulations to the successful mission. I want you to know that I love you and I'm setting you free. Even though we weren't officially together. You mean so much to me, and it pains me to leave you, but you deserve someone better. Don't worry. I'm not taking this to heart as I'm already used to it.

I'm sorry that I'm too good at goodbyes.

Goodbye Lou.

Y/N.

That's when Lou realized she should have paid more attention to you. Now you are gone.

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[dmysterioblog]

Masterlist

WARNING! Most of the following contain SMUT and/or have a DARK theme!

Disclaimer! These Fanfics aren't mine! They're just some of my favorites. Check at the bottom to see when it was last updated. I've made a second masterlist which I'll be updating once in a while.

Masterlist II

Dark-♤ Angst-♧ Fluff-♡ Smut-♢

Shoulder to Cry On

Paring; Agatha Harkness x reader

Summary: you have a rough break up and Agatha invites you over to make you feel better.

Rated- ♧♡

Witch hunter

Paring; Agatha Harkness x witchhunter!reader

Summary: as a friend of Blade, whilst he hunts monsters, you focus on ending the witches of old that have come to ruin the future. Agatha Harkness happens to be one of them, but she isn’t running into your trap, it’s the other way around.

Rated-♤♢♧

Say You Want Me

Parings; Agatha harkness x reader

Summery: your neighbor agatha's seen you looking at her, and she gets the wrong idea-- or, well... sort of.

Rated-♢

Closer

Parings; Salem!Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary: you and Agatha are forced to share a bed while out for the coven.

Rated- ♡

Working Together For Her

Paring; Agatha x reader x Wanda

Summary: Y/N escapes to Westview, on the run, and Wanda and Agatha pause their fight to work together and help her.

Rated- ♧♡

Make Me Feel Special

Pairing: Milf!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Summary: You are angry at your best friend for turning down the opportunity for something that you would give your life for: a mother.

Rated- ♤♢

Jealousy

Paring; Jealous!Agatha x reader

Summary: you have been getting too close with Wanda and Agatha doesn't like that.

Rated- ♤♢

Taste Of A Poison Paradise

Pairing; Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s your wedding day, and you’re freaking out with the stress and anxiety of it all. Fortunately, your future mother-in-law is there to help.

Rated- ♤♢

Love Thy Neighbour

Paring; Agatha Harkness x reader

Summary: Wanda’s spell did quite a number on Agatha. She forgot who she was. Her powers gone. But ever since she met you, she's been her memories and powers come back.

Rated- ♤♢

Oh Red String of Fate

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader

Summary: you're Agatha's soul mate.

Rated- ♡

Broken Doll

Paring; Bucky x reader x Steve

Summary: Steve and Bucky have to now live with the consequences after they have broken you.

Rated- ♧

July

Paring; Cate Blanchett x reader

summary; you’ve been in australia on vacation and made a new friend, maybe more than just a friend. When your time comes to an end you reminisce the last weeks and doubt your feelings.

Rated- ♡♧

Right here right now

Paring; Carol Aird x reader

Summary: What if Carol went away by herself over Christmas and met you instead? One morning your eyes lock across the room at a motel and you spend the day together, getting to a women's bar where things heat up and you end up getting a hotel room together.

Rated- ♡♢

The Animal I Become

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem Reader

Summary: Being the eldest daughter of Rey Mysterio, it surprises most that she’s nothing like her family. After her father and family ban her from wrestling due to her violence, she is officially the black sheep, but breaks that rule, coming back to help during an attack from the Judgement Day, only to be scolded by her father for the madness she started, then running into someone who knows her like no one else…

Rated-♧♢

Animal Unleashed

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem Reader

Summary: After having a meeting with Judgement Day, making official plans to join and also ending the issues the reader created with Rhea Ripley after attacking her, they find the perfect way to show that the Reader is now apart of Judgement Day, joining in on the attack on her family, letting the world know she’s walking her own path away from her Mysterio family, unleashing the animal she knows she is…

Rated-♢♢♢

Tag Team

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem Reader x Rhea Ripley

Summary: Rhea and Damian take turns having their way with Y/n. 

Rated-♢♢♢

I Can Keep A Secret, Can You?

Paring; Eve Fletcher x Camgirl!Reader

Summary: The camgirl that helps Eve edge into oblivion every night changes her life in more ways than one.

Rated-♢

Miss Deavor

Paring; Evelyn Deavor x reader

Summary: Not everyone needs a screen to be under Evelyn Deavor's wiles. As her brother's assistant, you can attest to that.

Rated- ♢

To Attend the Cruise

Paring; Evelyn Deavor x reader

Summary: You're desperate for a reporting gig at the Everjust cruise. Perhaps Evelyn Deavor can arrange something?

Rated- ♢

Energy Source

Paring; Hela x reader

Summary: Hela has you locked up in a dark dungeon cell to use you as an energy source. But she's nice to you.

Rated- ♤♡

Pleasing your Queen

Paring; Hela x reader

Summary: You're a palace maid who's been summoned by your newly crowned Queen. You have no idea what to expect, but the events that play out will surprise you more than you could have imagined.

Rated- ♢

El Amor Duele

Paring; Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Marc and Steven suspect there is another alter looming about as you begin to notice small mannerisms/movements that don't belong to either of them. You try and lure the new guy out.

Rated-♢♧

Through the Looking Glass

Pairings; Jake Lockley x fem!reader, Steve Grant x fem!reader, Marc Spector x fem!reader

Summary: “I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then.” —Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

Rated-♤♢♧

Love Is A Hard Thing

Paring; Lady Tremaine x reader

Summary: You are one of the staff workers of the household belonging to Lady Tremaine. Let’s just say you caught her eye.

Rated- ♧♡

So Pure, So Dirty and Raw

Pairings; Lilith Ritter x fem!reader

Summary: Lilith is your boss, and she's been waiting to make you hers.

Rated-♤

Nightmarish

Parings; Lilith Ritter x fem!reader

Summary: You have an appointment with your psychiatrist. 

Rated-♢

You're My Property

Parings; Lilith Ritter x fem!reader

summary: You just want her attention. She is your boss, you're her secretary.

Rated- ♢

Special Friend

Parings; CG!Loki x little!reader

Summary: loki wants to scare everyone he comes across today, however you rather enjoy him in his reptile form.

Rated-♡

Don't listen to them

Paring; Loki x little!reader

Summary: Loki is in the glass cell and reader is with Thor in a room with the avengers talking bad about Loki. Reader is upset and goes looking for Loki.

Rated- ♡

Good Girl, Bad Grades

Paring; Professor!Loki x reader

Summary: Your grades in Professor Laufeyson's class have been slipping recently. You are distracted - because of him. Professor Laufeyson invites you to his office to discuss your grades and it seems that despite his disappointment in you, he may have a way to help you improve them.

Rated- ♢♡

Workout

Paring; Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

Summary: You needy for Rhea, so she gives you what you want in the gym bathroom.

Rated-♢

A Hard Fuck

Paring; Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

Summary: You call Rhea a bitch during an argument and she doesn't take it lightly.

Rated-♢

Jealousy Jealousy

Paring; Rhea Ripley x fem!reader

Summary: You get jealous of Rhea and Liv but Rhea shows you she belongs to you.

Rated-♢♢♢

Tease Me, Please Me

Paring; Rhea Ripley x fem!reader

Summary: "I want you to ride my thigh until you're a whimpering fucking mess, and if you come, then I'll punish you for it."

Rated-♢♢♢

The Aftermath: Our Pretty Princess

Parings; DarkQueen!Wanda x Fem!Reader x SoftDarkKing!Valkyrie, Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader (Brief/Established)

Summary: Wanda and Valkyrie think you'll be the perfect fit as their princess, so their take you as theirs.

Rated-♤♢

She’s in Your Mind

Pairing; Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Instead of whispering “run” Wanda reads your mind and sees that you are attracted to her. She uses a different method instead of fear, to make you submit to her, and it definitely does not involve running.

Rated- ♤♢

20th Birthday

Paring; LegalGuardian!WandaMaximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: After your father's 'sudden' death you are being placed under the custody of his neighbor and close family friend, Wanda. She has been waiting for this moment since she laid eyes on you many years ago swearing in that you will be completely hers. Mind and body. And you being her innocent dumb little baby, that will be just a matter of time.

Rated-♢♡

Stephen Doesn’t Have to Know

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Wanda had captured you in her palace when she took you from Stephen, she planned to make you hers to get back at him but she found herself taking a liking to you.

Rated- ♢♡

Training

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: When misbehaving in public after your owner told you to obey, you are punished for your trouble.

Rated- ♤♢

After School Special

Paring; Professor!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: In the midst of your exhaustion you fail to see the flirtatious manner in which a classmate speaks to you, but alas Wanda has to prove who your real owner is.

Rated- ♡♢

First Times Aren't Shameful

Paring; Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Your first time with mommy Wanda is filled with lots of soft praises and big feelings.

Rated- ♢

Her World

Paring; Dark!Mommy!Wanda x little!reader

Summary: After Wanda lost Pietro and then Vision she can't risk to lose you as well. So, she took you with her to Westview and live her perfect life with you as her little angel, like she always wanted.

Rated- ♤♡

Only Mommy Can See You Like This

Paring; Mommy!Wanda x reader

Summary: Professor Wanda gets jealous of you while teaching class and decides to make you stay after to remind you who you belong to.

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Last updated 02/18/23

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Lavender Girl

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Summary: A field trip [4.7k]

Warnings: financial stress, school fight, June once again introduces an ex, having a muse is creepy and weird, flirting that’s not flirting but it’s not not flirting, June putting her art history knowledge to work

Most days, you're a good teacher. A teacher that students want to eat lunch with or inadvertently include in their silly TikToks. Most days, you're patient and kind and only have to raise your voice a handful of times, if only to be heard over the blanket volume level of teenage conversation. Today is not one of those days. "Guys!" You yell, pausing the music on your computer and turning to look at your class, obviously annoyed. "We're supposed to be talking about Picasso. I don't know why I'm hearing so much conversation about lunch." It's a lie. There was a fight between two students at lunch. It'd also been the topic of conversation in the teacher's lounge, but still.

"Miss, we already talked about Picasso!" One of your kids bemoans, and you raise your eyebrows at them. 

"So, if I asked you right now, you could tell me what historical event his painting Guernica is supposed to depict?" You ask. The entire class goes silent as you wait for a response that never comes, and you sigh. "Please, do your work."

The day started with getting yet another email from another gallery, this time from down south, telling you they loved your work but not enough to showcase or buy it. Then, a text from your manager letting you know that paychecks will be late because of technical issues with the system, even though you're already beyond broke. Then, a sad text from Andie about how she's feeling homesick and misses you and wishes you could get on a plane to come see her. Then, to top it all off, an email from your ex, Henry, popped up the second you pulled into the school. 

Hey, long time, no talk! I hope you're doing well. I wanted to reach out and let you know I've got an exhibition going up later next week and wanted to invite you to the opening. It's about-

You didn't read any further, anger and a wave of past emotions drowning you before you could. You and Henry were together all throughout college. You met during a freshman art class and were inseparable after that. He was tall, sensitive, and had a penchant for listening to country music when he worked, leading to many delirious nights spent crooning to Emmy-Lou Harris together. He surprised you with new paint and spontaneous trips to scenic parts of Texas to fuel your inspiration. You were happy for a long time. You even thought you'd marry him at one point. He wanted to be the next young, groundbreaking artist, making you his muse, no matter how many times you tried to assure him you were also an artist. Your work would go up in galleries and exhibitions, and everyone in your small program would gossip about the two of you. "He's so talented. It's insane," you heard one of your classmates say once. "And she's so beautiful." 

The compliment dug under your skin and stayed there as your relationship failed. You didn't want to be a muse anymore. You stopped letting him paint you in various states of undress and started asking for more alone time to work on your own stuff. You went from being the perfect, polished doll he could position however he wanted and started living in your paint-stained jeans and old, ratty shirt. You started arguing more and more, first about little things like why he left his paint water cups everywhere, and then about big things like your decision to pursue teaching and the "inspiration" he found in an impressionable freshman. He suddenly moved out after graduation without a word, leaving you to nurse your wounds in a half-empty apartment for the rest of your lease, and you hadn't heard from him until this morning. 

There's something more than the sting of hearing from him all these years later that bothers you. You're a high school art teacher struggling to make ends meet, and he's doing exactly what he set out to do. He's getting his work in front of his eyes and receiving praise for it. "Why do you wanna be a teacher when you can just be an artist?" He asked you one morning as you studied for your certification exams. "Or, at least, an artist's wife." 

"And what if I'm not good at that?" You asked. "Then what? I'm just supposed to be your muse for the rest of my life? Have kids to fuel someone else's inspiration and have no time for my own work? Wither away while you go on to make art and give talks and become a cynic? Fuck that." 

You stand by what you said, even all these years later, but there is an irony in that, even as a teacher, you don't have time to do your own work. Still, fuck that. The bell rings and signals the end of another class, and you quickly stand as students start packing up their stuff. "Okay, guys. Remember, your art history essay is due in two weeks! I'm excited to read all about everything you've learned since we started this unit. I love you, and please make good choices." You announce, hoping that at least some of them are listening to you, as they spill out of the classroom and the next students stream in. Ellie's sweet face is a welcome reprieve when she walks in. 

"Hey Bellie! How's your day going, kiddo?" You ask, and she smiles. You'll swear up and down all day that you don't have favorite students, but if you did, Ellie would be one of them. 

"Good. I have my signed permission slip for the art club field trip." She says. After your experience with Joel outside the bar, you couldn't sleep and knocked out all the field trip paperwork before falling asleep on your couch. But you weren't safe from his lips and broad shoulders, even in your subconscious. 

"Oh, my hero! I've been meaning to remind everyone about those. Thanks for getting that in so quickly." You say as she hands the paper to you, Joel's scribbly signature at the bottom. Somehow, you're not surprised that the box indicating he wants to be a chaperone is ticked. "Perfect. Your dad knows when the field trip is?" 

"Yeah. He wrote it down on his calendar and everything." She says, rolling her eyes fondly, and you laugh.

"Well, good, because I'm gonna need all the help I can get when I'm dealing with you guys."

"Hey!" She feigns offense as the bell rings, signaling the end of the passing period, and the last of your students comes running in. Ellie takes her seat near the front, and you grab your silly, colorful pointer to talk about Guernica, which is still proudly displayed on the board. After a quick art history lesson, you release them to work on the projects they've been working on for a week now. They still have a few more days before it's due, so more than half of them are slacking off quietly, which you're fine with. As long as you get a finished assignment at the end, they can do whatever they want.

You play quiet music as they work to help them focus and answer some emails. One email that catches your attention is from the parent of one of your students, Dalton, who's an amazing football player but is less than passionate about art, to say the least. You emailed his dad to let him know he was missing some assignments and could still turn them in late for only a slight penalty, but if he turns in nothing at all, you'll have no choice but to fail him. You also CC'd the football coach so he'd know the academic standing of one of his star players. Needless to say, you've been subject to a few not-so-nice emails from all parties involved. 

Once you're done firing off another round of emails, you decide to step away from your computer so you don't have to see the next reply until absolutely necessary. Walking around the room to answer questions, give opinions, or just hear what's happening in students' lives always makes you feel better. In one period, you helped a handful of students put the finishing touches on their projects, heard the latest gossip, and talked one of your girls out of sending a nasty text to the boy who just broke her heart. And they say teachers aren't important. 

The second you get a little bit of peace during your planning period, your phone buzzes with a notification. Given all the notifications and messages you've received today, you're hesitant to even pull it out of your pocket. But curiosity wins, and you open your phone to find a text from an unsaved number.

Is there anything I should bring to the field trip? Snacks, gum, alcohol?

You laugh to yourself and start typing a message back. 

Alcohol won't be necessary, but it might be good to bring some lunch and a few snacks. I think we're gonna try to have a picnic or something at the museum. 

Yes, ma'am.

You still feeling up to chaperone? Teenagers are no joke.

Do I need to remind you that I've raised two? I think I can handle a few more.

Oh, I can't wait to see this.

It can't be that hard, right?

On the day of the field trip, it turns out to be that hard. The only adults accompanying twenty teenagers to the museum are you and Joel. They're excited to be out of school and doing something new, but you can feel your migraine starting before you even get on the bus. Thankfully, the ride to the museum (and the traffic) calms them down, and they're more manageable by the time you arrive. A curator meets you outside the front doors and begins by walking your group through the outdoor sculptures, giving a little bit of history of the museum and the pieces themselves. The kids ask insightful questions and take turns snapping photos or even sketching a rough outline of the piece before moving on to the next. You stay at the front of the group while Joel manages the middle and back, silencing kids with a stern look. You fight a smile when you catch him and Ellie lingering at a sculpture, whispering to each other before he urges her forward and takes a sweet picture of her smiling in front of it. 

After the initial walk of the grounds, you stop to have lunch in a sunny garden and listen to the kids gush about their favorite part so far and what paintings they're most excited to see inside. 

"Miss, what's your favorite thing here?" Kayla asks.

"I like Dream Village by Chagall. If you find it before me, you'll have to let me know." You say. "Do you have a favorite?"

"Not yet. Maybe I'll find it today." Kayla says.

"I like that attitude!"

"Kissass." Jacob coughs, and you both give him a look. You can feel Joel's eyes burning a hole in the back of your head as you stare at Jacob.

"What's my policy?" 

"Are you really gonna make me say it?"

"Yep." You say, and he sighs.

"You can be anything you want to be, but you're not allowed to be a dick." He mumbles.

"Exactly. So, please, be nice," you say as you fish around in your lunch box for something. "Here, have a cookie. It might help make you feel a little better." He mutters a little thanks and unwraps it, already in a better mood after one bite, and you smile. 

"You just carry around cookies, waiting for a kid to be in a bad mood?" Joel asks, and you turn to look at him. He's wearing a plain blue t-shirt and jeans with sunglasses sitting atop his head, but you think it might be your favorite thing he's worn in your presence. You like it when he wears color.

"It was my cookie, but he needs it more than I do," you shrug. "Besides, things like that are a great morale booster. It's hard to be grumpy when you've got something sweet." 

"I'm inclined to agree with you." He quips a little too smoothly, his eyes flicking across your face and down to your lips, and you feel your cheeks getting hot. Thankfully, all the kids have returned to their own conversations and couldn't care less about what the Adults are talking about. 

"You're relentless." You whisper.

"Do you want me to stop?" He whispers back, and you sigh. If you were a stronger or better person, you might be able to think fast enough to come up with a response, but you're not. So, you just look at him and rack your brain for something to say but come up empty. "That's what I thought." He smiles and offers you his sweating Dr. Pepper can as a peace offering. You roll your eyes at his smug look but take a sip anyway. 

Once everyone is done eating, you all stand and make your way into the museum lobby, the kids already chattering about what they want to see. 

"Okay, you guys are free to roam but please, please, please remember that you're representing not only the school but also me. Be respectful and kind, and please don't act like you've never been in public before, okay? Go, be free." You say before the kids split off into their little groups with their obligatory activity in hand. Ellie stays near Joel, only a little shy, until Kayla turns around suddenly and waves her on.

"Ellie, c'mon!" She says. Ellie takes a few steps in her direction before turning to look back at Joel.

"Go. I'll be okay." He says.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Now go. Have fun." She doesn't need any more encouragement after that and skitters off with the rest of the kids, leaving you and Joel alone in the atrium. 

"She's doing really well." You tell him even though he can clearly see for himself. 

"Thanks to you." 

"All I did was give her a push."

"Take the credit. You deserve it." He says, his lips pulling into that award-winning smile. 

You fall into silence as you walk through the different galleries, Joel never too far behind you. Sometimes, he'll start at the opposite end of the room and work his way down until you meet in the middle, making a deliberate effort to bump your shoulder or hand as he passes. Other times, he'll stay right next to you, and, for some reason, it doesn't bother you. You like being so close to him and feeling his eyes work over the piece like it's a puzzle he doesn't quite know how to work. When he can't stand the quiet anymore, he'll whisper a question to you about the artist or the history, his breathing fanning out across your neck and making the hair there stand on end. 

After moving through a big part of the museum together, you and Joel end up at the same painting as the dull hum of voices fills the space between you. You smile to yourself, practically hearing him trying to find something to say as he stands there and observes how the lines of bright colors follow each other. Some are stark and almost resemble lightning in how they move around the canvas, but others are muted, blended together with careful precision and patience. It's hard to imagine what West Texas could've been like in 1953, but this makes it a little easier.

"What's this one supposed to mean?" Joel mumbles, leaning ever so conspicuously into you. 

"I can't tell you." You mumble back, and he finally turns to look at you head-on. You meet his eyes with an amused smile, and he shakes his head at you.

"You're really not gonna tell me?"

"I can't tell you what art is supposed to mean to you. I can't tell anyone that." 

"But, you're a teacher."

"If you're asking me for an art history lesson, I'd be happy to help, but that's about all I can do for you."

"'S cruel and unusual punishment."

"If art and culture are cruel and unusual punishment, why'd you sign up to chaperone?"

"Maybe I wanted to see my friend," he says, bumping you with his shoulder, and you laugh a little too hard. "What? We can't be friends? Is there a school policy against that, too?" 

"Nope, no school policy. I just," You pause and revel in how enraptured he looks at every movement, pause, and breath you take. "I already have friends, so..."

"Oh, and you're 'fraid of bein' too popular?"

"Famously." You say, and he chuckles next to you. You go back to staring at the painting quietly with him so close you can feel his body heat. You're the one to break this time, knocking him with your shoulder to get his attention again. You didn't need to. When you glance at him, you see his focus is on you, not the painting. "It's Texas. Canyon, to be more precise. Up by Amarillo where there's nothing but cattle and desert. O'Keeffe taught out there for a few years and wanted to paint something that showed how big the West is. It's supposed to make you feel like you're two feet tall and seeing the sky for the first time. For her, it might've been the first time in a long time she'd gotten to see a sunset that big. So, she painted it so other people could enjoy sunsets like that. It's like a love letter." 

"How d'you do that?" He asks once you're finished explaining, and you furrow your eyebrows. 

"Do what?" 

"Make little things seem so beautiful." He answers easily, like you asked him what color the sky is. You don't know what to say. What are you supposed to say to something like that?

"'S just what art does." You shrug and break away from his gaze to look at the painting, if only to not feel him staring into your soul.

"No, it's what you do to it. 'S why those kids love you so damn much. You make everythin' feel like a masterpiece, even the little things." He's not flirting. He's not trying to persuade you to do one thing over another. He's genuine and heartfelt. You swear you would start crying if you had a little less sleep. You take a deep breath and lean into him for half a second, just enough to feel his body against yours, before standing upright again.

"Thank you." 

"It's what friends are for," he says, leaning into you in return. "I should make sure they haven't seized the museum or anythin'."

"Oh, I can do it. You're a guest."

"And you work too hard," he stops you. "Take a break and enjoy what you love. The world won't end if you take some time for yourself." If ever there were awards to be given out for sweet talking, you think Joel Miller would win all of them. 

"Okay," you say, and he walks behind you to move on to the next section. "You really wanna be my friend?" You ask before he can fully pass behind you, looking at him over your shoulder. He smiles devastatingly, light sparkling in his eyes, and nods.

"I really wanna be your friend." He says softly, his voice low and rumbling in his chest. He lingers for a second or two before finally making his way to the group of students, leaving you to scrutinize the painting you've been staring at for God knows how long.

The day crawls to an uneventful close, with you forcing all the students to take a picture in front of the museum for the yearbook. Joel takes your phone out of your hand and all but pushes you in the photo, and your students lovingly welcome you into their little group. In exchange, you grab Joel's phone and take cute pictures of him and Ellie for their own memories. They smile almost identically, and Ellie makes a fake annoyed face when Joel kisses her temple. Your fingers brush against each other when you hand it back, and for a second, you can feel the callouses from his job. It feels like unlocking a new piece of him or a new quirk. 

Too bad this isn't a date. Too bad nothing can ever come of this. Too bad you had to meet this way. Too bad. Too bad. 

The ride home is quiet and full of the clinking of backpacks and new souvenirs. When you get to the school, parents are waiting in the parking lot with fast food dinners and excited ears to hear all about their days. Almost everyone immediately slinks home, tired and happy, before you can even get close to the school doors. Almost everyone. Joel and Ellie help you carry your backpack and some things you bought for teaching purposes at the museum into your classroom. The school is virtually deserted, and you return to your room to find all the lamps flipped off and mostly positive notes from the sub. 

"Dad, what are we gonna do for dinner?" Ellie groans as you sit in your chair and open your email quickly before you can pack up the rest of your stuff. Their dinner debate becomes background noise as you find your inbox full of annoyed messages from Dalton's parents, coaches, and even Principal Martinez regarding his grades. Under all that vitriol sits Henry's half-read message about his gallery opening, and you feel the perfect bubble of your day burst around you. Joel and Ellie seem to realize it because they're both quiet when you tune back into their conversation, and you turn in your chair to look at them. 

"Are you okay?" Ellie asks, and you snap out of it, putting on your best teacher everything-is-fine face.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry. Just some emails. It's not important." You wave her off, but Joel isn't so easily convinced. He thinks for a second before pulling his keys out of his pocket and handing them to Ellie. 

"Go get some practice driving." He says, jerking his head toward the door, and Ellie's eyes light up.

"Really?!"

"Just bring the car to the front, and don't hit anything!" He says, but she's already taken off with the keys and her stuff in an excited whirlwind. You laugh at her enthusiasm, and Joel leans against one of the desks near you, crossing his arms in front of him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong." 

"Your whole face fell when you opened that computer." 

"It's nothing." 

"If we're gonna be friends, you're gonna have to tell me if somethin's wrong otherwise I can't help you." He says, and you fight a smile. 

"I don't know how you're gonna help me with this one." You say. He bumps your foot with his and gives you a pleading look. Big brown eyes on men like him should be illegal, you think.

"Talk to me." He begs quietly, and you take a deep breath.

"When I was in college, I dated this guy. He was an artist, too, and we were like the little power couple of our program. Things ended kinda badly and abruptly, and I hadn't heard from him since graduation until last week when he invited me to his gallery opening. I really don't want to go alone because, honestly, I haven't been able to get anything showcased in years, and I'm embarrassed. Plus, he broke my heart and made me feel like shit for a few years." You can't stop the words from falling from you once the dam is broken, but Joel doesn't flinch.

"Well, you've got friends to go with, right?"

"I do," you say. "But I want to invite you."

"Oh." He says, seemingly unintentionally.

"Oh." You repeat. "You can say no. I just thought... since we're friends and all now."

"I just... I don't..." he struggles before finally giving in to what he wants to say, what you think he's wanted to say all day. "I don't think I'm smart enough to go to somethin' like that. I don't know anythin' about art. I don't even know how to dress for those kinda things."

"Nobody knows anything about art. Not really, at least. Especially not Henry."

"You do."

"Then I'll stick with you all night and feed you lines about composition or some shit," you say. "And you just wear a nice shirt and some slacks. Maybe a suit jacket if you're feeling snazzy. It's really not as big a deal as people make it seem. We'll go, drink wine, say something about the colors, play nice, and then we'll leave. I'll have you home by 9:30. Earlier if you really hate it that much." He rolls his neck like he's rattling something around in his head or thinking about your offer, and all you can do is watch him and the way his Adam's apple pressing against the delicate skin of his throat. You're convinced he's gonna say no.

"Are you asking me on a date?" He finally asks, and you laugh.

"Not a date."

"Sounds like a date. You even promised to have me home to my girl at a reasonable time."

"Fine, it's a friend date."

"A friend date?" He raises his eyebrows at you, and you nod. 

"It's perfectly normal to go on friend dates, Miller. You're just behind on the times."

"Seems like I am. Maybe you can bring me up to speed during the gallery opening?" He says, and your shoulders drop in relief. "I'll pick you up if you agree to help me not look like an idiot."

"You won't look like an idiot." 

"Not with you there, I won't." He says, and you want to laugh, but you also want to tear up a little at his kindness. It's been a long week. 

"Thank you, Joel. Really. I owe you." You say, and he nods. 

"'S my pleasure," he says. For a minute, you two just stare at each other in your empty classroom like teenagers with an obvious crush. You think that's what you feel like. You think that's all you'll ever be able to feel for him. "I should go. I've got an impatient teenager waitin' for me." 

"Yeah. Go get her some dinner, and I'll text you the details." You say as you stand to walk him out. He stands to his full height, opens his arms, and approaches you. You didn't think you were hugging territory, but as his arms wrapped around you, you couldn't help but hug him back.  

"Goodnight." He says into your hair, lingering for another moment before disappearing as fast as he appeared. 

"Goodnight," you say. With that, he starts walking to the open door with a smile stuck to his face. "Hey, Joel," you call before he can step over the threshold, and he turns around to look at you. "Art is for everyone, and even if it wasn't, you're more than smart enough to enjoy it."

"Yes, ma'am." He says with a half-salute and a wink before stepping out of your classroom. You let yourself rest against your desk and take a deep breath. Finally, you let yourself pull out your phone and read the rest of Henry's email detailing the time and place of the gallery. 

I hope you can come. It would really mean a lot to me. I miss talking to you and even though things ended the way they did, I still love you.

See you soon,

Henry Hall

"Fuck that."

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[blackacre13]

Hi, this is super random but I'm out of options here. Do you know a Lou Miller x fem reader fanfic where Lou is some choir or music professor and she wants to have a relationship with her student, y/n, but can't bc debbie (who's also a professor) won't allow her bc she's her wife? I legit can't find this fanfic and I thought that you might know since you wrote a lot of great fanfic for these characters. :)

I’m actually not familiar with this one at all. The only other format I write/read on besides tumblr is Ao3. Was it Ao3 or something else? Maybe one of my followers knows. Fingers crossed you find it!🤞🏼

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[mistyyygoode]

Request Guidelines!

I really want to get back into writing, so I'm going to try and do requests again. Here are some things I want everyone who is going to send a request to remember:

Only request from the list of ships, or characters that will be listed below!

If you're going to send a character x reader request, please specify if the reader is afab, amab, fem, gender-neutral, or other!

Specify if it's fluff, angst, smut, or a mixture of those.

Specify any kinks if you want them. (I will not write: waterspots/piss kink, blood play, age play, incest, or fisting.)

Please be patient! Life is hard right now, and sometimes writer's block is a real struggle. Once I start getting requests, I'll start a requests in progress so you know when yours should be coming!

Characters & Ships:

American Horror Story:

Lana Winters

Sister Mary Eunice Mckee

Cordelia Goode

Misty Day

Ally Mayfair-Richards

Lana x Mary Eunice

Cordelia x Misty

Ocean's 8:

Debbie Ocean

Lou Miller

Tammy

Debbie x Lou

Debbie x Tammy

Debbie x Lou x Tammy

Marvel:

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Yelena Belova

Wanda x Natasha

Lovecraft Country:

Christina Braithwhite

Ruby Baptiste

Christina x Ruby

Carol (2015)

Carol Aird

Therese Belivet

Carol x Therese

Others:

Rachel Stevens (Miss Stevens)

Leigh Shaw (Sorry for Your Loss)

Love Quinn (You)

More to be added

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[obscure-imagines]

“honey have you seen my-” Lou began to ask, turning to look at you and then she stopped and grinned.

you smiled, running your fingers over the fabric that covered your arms, “does it look good on me?” you asked.

“of course it does darling.” she crossed her arms, continuing to grin, “i guess now’s the time i decide how much i want that jacket.”

“you’ll have to come and get it.”

********** gif credit @mlndamay THANK YOU TO THIS GIF MAKER for giving me permission to use their gifs! i’ve been dying to make some oceans 8 gifs for Lou and i finally found an amazing blog with amazing gifs to use! <3

#lou miller #lou miller imagine #oceans 8 #oceans 8 imagine #lou oceans 8 #lou oceans 8 imagine #oceans 8 lou #oceans 8 lou imagine #cate blanchett #imagine #obscure-imagines #girl #bisexual #lesbian #lou miller x reader #lou miller x femreader #lou miller x fem!reader #lou miller x fem reader

[amerrierworld]

No Spoons Left

Request: could you please write Lou x reader where she feels protected by you when your spooning her and her arms around around yours

Summary: Lou isn’t used to camping! 

Characters: Lou Miller x gn!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Fluff! some lovely dove relationship communications

Camping with Lou was an abhorrent idea at first. You didn’t think she’d be able to get out of her high-fashion New York style to peruse the wilderness with you. You, on the other hand, were dying to get out of the city if only for a little while. And convincing your girlfriend to come along was easier said than done.

But then she had nicked a camper van and you found yourself bouncing with glee when she had agreed not to sell it, but to use it. 

The trip to the campsite itself was without flaw. Lou drove carefully while you jabbered on about the excitement of being away from city-life again. Lou grinned from behind her large sunglasses as you bustled around in the back with the food and supplies.

It felt a bit cliché to go camping in the autumn with your girlfriend, bringing every plaid blanket you had, many marshmallows, and a tripod for blurry (but aesthetic) photos. The only thing missing would have been a large dog with non-stop slobber and matching bandanas. 

Lou, begrudgingly, had to give up her chic street-style for a complete lesbian  lumberjack look. Not that you complained. And then once you arrived, she had insisted she would put up the tent when you suggested to spend the first night outside of the van by the campfire. Now, you were leaning against the front of the vehicle, bemused from watching her fight with the tarp and connecting the frame.

Lou’s hair was pulled back with her fringe just brushing her eyelashes. She was wearing flannel and, heavens above, jeans with hiking boots. You grinned over your cup of hot chocolate as she sneered at the manual, kicking it to the side like a dad on a trip refusing to use directions and thus getting hopelessly lost.

“Let me help,” you offered again. 

“Absolutely not.” She had too much pride to give in now, even though she had been struggling for close to an hour now. 

“Babe, have you really gone camping before?” you asked. 

“Totally. We just didn’t use tents back then. We endured the weather throughout the whole night regardless of the conditions.”

“Are you calling me a snowflake for wanting to have shelter in the night?” you scoffed. 

“No, but I do think you’ve been way too pampered by the city,” she huffed. Ah yes, a lovely hypocritical response. You looked at your furry hiking boots and luxurious camping outfit and lifted her chin at her.

“I believe you mean pampered by my incessant gift-giving and spoiling girlfriend.”

“Guilty as charged.”

The tent eventually came together, quite sturdily. Dinner consisted of pre-cooked hot dogs and pre-packaged salads you had bought on the road. You already had a stash of canned soups, bread for sandwiches, and enough snacks to last you a life time, but tomorrow you wanted to try to go fishing and see if you could catch a meal that way, just for the sake of the ‘camping spirit’. If unsuccessful, there was a convenience store right by the camping grounds. You had to find a camping location with modern technology and access close by just for the sake of keeping Lou sane when you ran out of her favourite brand of ice tea. 

You got in the tent for the night and were surprised by the space of it inside, but not so by the haphazard assembly of the frame, which stuck out in some places.

Lou followed in from behind you, wearing her silk pyjama set and grumbling incoherently. It was cute, you thought, but hopefully she’d cheer up soon otherwise this would be a lousy weekend.

“Lou, why on earth are you wearing that here? You’ll freeze during the night.”

“It’s the only thing I have to comfortably sleep in,” she muttered, shoving herself into a sleeping bag. “I’ll be fine.”

You grinned and settled in next to her, “you’ve never gone camping before, have you?”

She avoided your gaze and blew a piece of hair out of her face. “I’ve disguised myself as a camper before for a con. They seemed pretty convinced.”

You giggled, not trying to laugh at her sour expression. The camping trip was entirely your idea, and Lou would do anything you wanted just to make you happy. This one probably beat all the jewels and cash she stole for you, simply because you got to spend so much time with her without anyone else around you for once.

A twig snapped and the blonde biker shot up from her position, “What was that?”

“Probably just a raccoon. Don’t worry, I put all the food away.”

She seemed unsettled, which surprised you, “Lou, you live in New York where there’s unending noise happening outside. People yelling, cars honking. You’re not telling me you’re frightened of wildlife sounds?”

“Not frightened!” she quipped, a little too quickly to properly convince you. “It’s so much quieter here, and it’s weird.. What am I supposed to do, Y/N? Adjust to it in one night?” She was scowling again and punched her pillow before falling face first into it.

“Move over,” you eventually said, opening her sleeping bag from your side. 

“We won’t fit.”

“Nonsense. I made sure it could fit two when I bought them.” You wriggled yourself further down, eventually feeling Lou’s freezing feet press up against your own.

“You didn’t have to come outside to sleep with me tonight. You could stay in the van if you want.”

“And admit to being a wimp in the outdoors? Over my dead body.”

There was another sound from outside, the screech of a fox this time, and her eyes widened. Her shoulders were shaking slightly. You didn’t know if it was from discomfort or the cold, but nonetheless you snuggled closer to her and wrapped your arms around her from behind.

“Hey I thought I was always the big spoon,” she retorted once she realized  what you were doing. Despite her sharp words, her body melted and pressed into yours, gladly accepting the warmth and security you offered. All you did was hum and wormed yourself as close to her as possible. 

“You’re impossible,” she grumbled, her voice slurring as she slowly drifted off to sleep. You grinned and kiss the back of her head, hugging her tightly as her hand reached up to grip your wrist before you fell asleep alongside her.

Lou woke up to the sound of a fire crackling and the smell of eggs and bacon. She wormed her way out of the tent while remaining inside the sleeping bag because it was still cozy from your warmth and smell. 

You were crouching by the fire cooking breakfast and digging through the cooking supplies you had brought. And, well, you had hoped to heat up some soup for yourself to get started and get some energy for a hike today, but the deeper you dug into the cutlery bag, the more you found knives, forks, and nothing else.

“Lou, baby,” you sighed, looking up at the blonde shuffling out of the tent. “You were supposed to bring all the cutlery right?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Did you really?”

Her eyes narrowed, “Why don’t you believe me?”

You held up the two bags marked forks and knives without saying anything. When it clicked, she groaned, folding her body into the sleeping bag and burying her face. 

“Lucky for you we have at least one big spoon left,” you chortled, scooping out the bacon and eggs onto a plate for her.

“Very funny,” she grumbled. “What did you want to do today?”

“Fishing!”

She looked... you didn’t know the word, but the closest to her facial expression was aghast. 

“Oh, Lou,” you sighed, sitting next to her as she ate. “Why did you agree to come if you clearly despise camping?”

“Because I’m trying to show interest in what you like, isn’t that what a good girlfriend does?”

“Sure, sure. But I also don't want to torture you into living in the outdoors for the weekend.”

“I’m trying,” she said again, digging her fork in the paper plate so roughly that it stabbed through. 

“Do you wanna just grab a bite to eat for today? I saw a cafe on the way in.”

She looked at you with a conflicted gaze, wanting to say yes, but also wanting to do what you wanted first.

You nudged her with your arm, before continuing, “and then you can bring a hot latte to the shore to drink and watch while I go fishing?”

That made her smile. She sluggishly got out of the sleeping bag to rush to the van and get ready, the silk not saving her from the chilly night air.

“And on the way we can get some spoons!” you commented as you followed her into the van. Seconds later, her pyjama top slapped you in the face, and you giggled as you closed the van door behind you.

A/N: whoopdeedoo i finished it ahahahaa this idea did not go where it was first planned for but alas i digress pls enjoy

#merry writes #lou miller #lou x reader #lou miller x reader #oceans 8 #ocean's eight #oceans8 #o8 #cate blanchett #reader insert #gn!reader #gender neutral #fanfiction #ocean's 8 fanfiction #fem reader #male reader #camping!

[getlostsquidward]

Always Been Yours

Lou Miller x fem!reader; past!Tammy x fem!reader

A/N: This is 1/3 of the jealousy trope for Lou. Planning for 2/3 to be a happy ending and the third to have an angsty ending as the anon requested originally :) the 3 fics have no correlations with each other just ideas that popped up and are too good to let go xd

Excited was an understatement as you watch the smaller hand of the clock tick every minute. Your nerves were buzzing and you could only bounce your legs while waiting to get out of the emergency meeting you were trapped in. You keep telling yourself that you were just eager to see Lou’s new club, not because you were about to see her.

Your phone vibrates text after text from the women, you weren’t sure who but was most probably Constance bugging you. This would be the first time all of you would be together after your huge successful heist.

The moment you were dismissed you bolted out of the room and flagged the first taxi you saw. After giving the driver the address, you took out your phone and checked all the messages you got. Sure enough, there were several “where are you’s” and video clips of the gang dancing and drinking in your inbox.

The music reverberates until outside, your chest resonating with the beat. Upon opening the doors, you glanced at the crowd to spot a familiar face until someone had softly squeezed your arm. “Y/N! Finally, you’re here!”

Daphne embraced you, before pulling you towards where the rest of the gang was. After catching up and drinks after drinks later, one by one the women had slipped off the booth to dance and mingle with others. The only ones that were left were you, Rose, Amita, and Daphne, who went to get another round of drinks.

They were rambling about jewelry and fashion that you weren’t quite familiar with so let your eyes flicker across the drunk mass when they landed on an all-too recognizable bleach blonde…

with someone’s ass grinding against her.

You huffed at the sight, if she wanted to play that game then you’ll give her a good one. You definitely are not jealous–you and Lou were just friends. A long-time one, maybe not as long as her friendship with Debbie Ocean but you two knew each other for quite a while.

But lately, this friendship of yours was surely getting somewhere. You just won’t acknowledge it, scared that if you mentioned the elephant in the room, you’d lose. It’s there– she’s there settling down on your chest, and the more you lose yourself in her blue orbs the more she consumes you.

You excused yourself, going to the bar where the blonde can easily see you. You grimaced when you saw she was still busy with whoever that was.

While waiting for your drink, you search the place with your prospect, mind set on giving Lou the same show. You really didn’t want to flirt with strangers, and you were kinda scared of them so you secretly hoped to see one of the women nearby.

Your eyes landed on Debbie but hesitated to go for her because Lou will know that you’re toying with her until someone had put their hand on your shoulder.

You were about to flip them off when you saw it was… Tammy. Your lips broke into a grin when you realized how dumb you were.

Tammy, of course. Lou would fucking buy it.

Long before this heist and criminal operations, you and Tammy used to have something but realized you were better off as friends. There were no hard feelings, the breakup if you would call it that, was smooth and the both of you didn’t hold any sort of grudges. And then eventually, Tammy had her marriage.

“Heyyy, Tam. Have a seat.”

The blonde narrowed her eyes. “You’re up to something, aren’t you?”

“Nooo, I’m not. Let’s have a drink.”

Shots after shots came, and you asked her to dance. Your movements became kind of wobbly as you got tipsy. You put your arms around her neck, the body behind you pushing you slightly close to Tammy. The blonde has her hands encircling on your waist. The person had turned to apologize, and you just brushed it off.

But the voice that followed had your whole body turn around, an arm still resting on Tammy and hers never leaving yours.

“Hey, Tammy. Hey, Y/N.” Lou’s eyes glanced down on Tammy’s arms around your waist

“Oh, hey, Lou. Didn’t see you here,” you replied with a smirk.

The annoying bitch who had been grinding her ass on Lou’s body all night spoke, “You know them, Louise?”

The smirk on your face was wiped with a frown. How dare she use Lou’s full name like that. And in your face. As far as you knew, you were the only one who was allowed to call her that, but clearly, you were wrong.

Before any of the blondes can answer, “Yeah! We’re all friends, right?” Her face, especially her high-pitched voice really annoys you but you ask anyway, “and who are you?” Thanks to the loud music, none of them could pick up at the seething hatred on your voice.

You don’t know if you should be thankful for not hearing her voice once more as Lou answered for her. “She’s Jennifer”.

You gave her your fakest smile causing the blonde beside you to laugh. “Nice to meet you!” Then you abruptly turned around, resuming your early position.

“Was that too rude?” you asked Tammy.

She chuckled. “No. Well, at least because now I know where’s this coming from.”

“I’m sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Not at all, sweetheart,” the last word was whispered against your ear, and you would be lying if that didn’t cause a shiver up your spine.

“She’s still looking, isn’t she?”

“Yup,” she confirmed, popping the p. “Looked straight at me when I leaned in. Whatever this game you’re playing, I think you’re winning. But you know you have to settle this, right?”

Sighing, you agreed. “I know, I know. I just- when I saw that bitch Jennilyn–whatever her name is so close to her, I… I don’t know. Is this jealousy, Tam? I’m not the jealous type, you know that.”

“Then if she’s making you feel things you haven’t before, that must be something else. Something more serious than anything you’ve had in the past. You both deserve a chance to love and be loved, Y/N. You’re in love with each other and we could all see that, you idiots.”

You looked at Lou over your shoulder, saw that she got off the dance floor and you could make out her blonde locks across the room. Turning back to Tammy, you gave her a smile and a quick hug. “Thank you, Tam. I appreciate it.”

You made your way to the woman who’d been drinking a bottle of bourbon to herself. Sliding into the booth, you snatched the bottle and drank right off it. Wincing at the burn, you glanced at the woman beside you. You had kept a safe distance between you two.

“Is someone jealous?” you teased, kind of not ready to have that talk with Lou.

“She was holding your waist as if you were hers.”

“She was grinding her ass against you as if she was your slut.”

Lou finally looked back at you. “You look great together.”

You gaped at her in disbelief, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You and Tammy. It’s a shame you didn’t work out before. But maybe now you can give it another shot.”

Okay, that’s it, you decided. It is time to have that talk with her. You cupped her jaw and stared at her soul.

“You’re a clueless idiot. The two of us, actually. Tammy and I were long over, Lou. And this… whatever this is between you and me, I want to try it. Believe it or not, you, out of all people I’ve been with, made me want to commit. And you out of all of them had wormed your way into my whole being. I think about you all day. You’re the first thought that comes to mind when I wake up, and you’re the last before I sleep at night. You make me feel nervous and giddy all at once. And it's new to me but I love it. I know I sound like a high schooler right now but it’s fucking true. I acted that way earlier the only way I know how because I was jealous! I am jealous because I’m in love with you!”

When you finished, you gave her some time to reply. She was silent for good fucking minutes and your mind had already gone overdrive thinking all the flirting was just… flirting and you were the only one falling. Dread washed over you, and you slowly retreated your hands away from her. Maybe you had it all wrong. See, this is why you were scared.

You were just about to get away when Lou reached for your wrist. She holds it softly as if afraid her touch would burn your skin. When you didn’t move and went back to your seat, she started speaking.

“I was always in love with you, Y/N.” The revelation had your head whipping at her, your lips parting. She continued, “Even before you and Tammy hooked up. But knowing your preference with your… relationships, and of course, seeing what happened to you and her, I… I decided to not shoot my shot at all. I didn’t want your temporary affection, Y/N. I wanted you, and if you could only give me that through friendship, then so be it. And I was contented with that. Until now.”

She paused to take a drink. “Maybe that earlier was me trying to forget you for at least a while.” You scoffed internally, making a mental note to reply to this certain thought later. If she thought someone like Jenny could replace you then she better rethink all her life decisions.

“But then I saw you at the bar, and then dancing and all that, so close to each other. It was like you were rubbing it on me what I couldn’t have. You didn’t know how much it hurt back then and how much it hurts now. And then you’re here confessing that you’re in love with me.”

You were so confused right now and starting to get all nervous again because you don’t know if she’s about to reject you or not.

“Are you… are you rejecting me or what?”

“Idiot.”

Lou smiled lovingly at you, wiping the lone tear that fell down your cheek. You were pouting like you always do when you feel you’re about to break down and your eyes are all over the place but her.

She pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and pressed her forehead against yours. “What do you think I am, a dummy? I’ve been waiting for you my whole life, Y/N. I love you, you idiot. My heart has always been yours.”

#cate blanchett #cate blanchett x reader #cate blanchett imagine #lou miller #lou miller x reader #ocean's 8 #ocean's 8 fanfiction #tammy x reader #sarah paulson x reader #ocean's eight

[p-taryn-dactyl]

Taking Requests!!

hey guys! so i love writing and i really like sharing my writing but recently i’ve had zero thoughts in my head about what to write. so if anyone is interested in my writing, my rules and the stuff i’ll write are below the cut!!

Fandoms:

Marvel

Arcane

Percy Jackson or any part of the Riordanverse (except trials of apollo, haven’t finished it yet)

NCIS (ik that’s probably one you don’t see often but it’s a super guilty pleasure of mine)

Disney (ive seen pretty much all the movies so)

Oceans 8 (I FUCKING LOVE THIS MOVIE IT IS SO GOOD)

She-ra and the Princess of Power 

Stargate SG-1 (for those of you who know what this is plz interact with me - no one understands my pain lol)

Rules:

no NSFW for now - might change in the future

I will write character x reader

if it is male!character x reader, the fic will most likely have to be platonic unless its a guy character im comfortable writing romantically

all character x reader fics will either be fem!reader or GN!reader

if it is character x character, cannot involve a minor unless both characters are minors (no starker plz thats freaking gross), and i probably won’t write it if i don’t ship it 

if you want a series plz specifically say that (also drabbles, headcannons, etc)

i freaking love writing angst so food for thought

to contrast the last point, i also love crack fics

Romantic!Characters:

okay so these are the characters i know for sure that i’ll write in a romantic way for character x reader (if a character you want isn’t here, you can request it! this is just a list of characters that i know for sure i’ll write)

~Arcane~

Sevika

Vi

Caitlyn

Grayson

Ambessa

Mel

Jinx?

~Marvel/X-men~

Agatha Harkness

Carol Danvers

Natasha Romanoff

Kate Bishop

Hela

Loki

Bucky Barnes

Nebula

Ajak

Thena

Xu Xialing

Jean Grey

Ororo (Storm)

Hope Van Dyne

there’s probably more for Marvel lol

~Riordanverse~

Thalia

Reyna

Annabeth

Leo Valdez

~NCIS~

Jack Sloane

Ellie Bishop

Alex Quinn

~Disney~

Luisa

Isabela

Lady Tremaine 

Raya

Namaari

honestly there’s way more characters im just blanking lol

Kida (Kidagakash Nedakh - the queen from Atlantis - my first disney crush lol)  

Helga Katrina Sinclair                 

~Ocean’s 8~

Debbie Ocean

Lou Miller

Tammy

Daphne Kluger

~She-Ra~

Adora

~Stargate~

Samantha Carter

Janet Fraiser

Vala

possibly Daniel Jackson

*okay so any characters that are not mentioned are probably bc ive either rushed through this and forgot about them or bc im only comfortable writing them in a platonic manner*

Character x Character Pairings I’ll Be Okay With Writing:

Percy x Annabeth

Vi x Caitlyn

Jinx x Ekko

Raya x Namaari

Debbie x Lou

Tony Stark x Stephen Strange

Catra x Adora

damn what else do i ship? idk just send in pairings and i’ll see how i feel about them

(If you’ve gotten this far, thank you, but i also wanted to say - I love Greek mythology and i have written a story on here on my now-deleted blog called Song of Medusa and i think its good but idk, so just so y’all know: i am interested in “rewriting” mythology and taking my own twist on the popular tales)

Okay so that was really long ahaha but thanks for checking this out if you did and plz feel free to send in prompts/requests! thank you so much!! have a great day/night everyone!! 

#oh the tags are gonna be full #marvel #percy jackson #ncis #ocean's 8 #oceans eight #arcane #vi x caitlyn #sevika #sevika x reader #vi x reader #agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #arcane x reader #marvel x reader #carol danvers #carol danvers x reader #luisa madrigal #disney x reader #debbie x lou #idk what to tag tbh #raya x namaari #disney #kate bishop x reader #percabeth #she ra #ok but can we agree that atlantis is such an underrated movie #like?? #bro kida is gorgeous and milo is a great dude #it's tied with emperors new groove as my favorite movie

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

I Missed You

Warnings: Mommy Kink, pure smut, orgasm denial and therefore 18+ only, a bit of fluff

Word count: 1.5 K

Pairing: Lou Miller x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Y/N shows Lou how much he missed her

Requests: OPEN

[Main masterlist] [Ocean's 8]

'I'll be there soon, I'm 15 minutes from the loft' 

As soon as Lou's message arrived, I put my plan into action. I made the bed perfectly, made sure all the bath salts were in place, made sure I had Lou's favorite treats in the fridge, along with a nice special dinner. 

And without realizing it, I heard the engine of a motorcycle approaching, so I ran to the room to change. 

The door opened and closed quickly 

“Y/N, I'm home. Where are you?" 

"Up" 

I could hear slow, purposeful footsteps going up, until suddenly the door to our room opened, letting Lou see me, sitting right in the middle of the bed. 

"Hello, love" I saw how his eyes traveled all over my body, from my bare legs, to my transparent red lingerie set, which left nothing to the imagination, my neck, my arms that played with my belly and one of my nipples, even my hair that fell in waves down my back "I missed you"

"Oh honey, I missed you too"

I raised my index finger indicating her to come closer, and when she did, I took her tie and guided her to the armchair that was in front of the bed.

"You're going to sit there and you're going to stay put until I tell you otherwise, okay?"

"Hmm, are you going to put on a show?" I could feel her Aussie accent intensifying even more, causing me to rub my thighs together just to release a bit of tension in my core.

"I'll show you how much I missed you"

" Mmm , yes baby, show me how much you missed me" 

I didn't answer him again, I just sat down on the edge of the bed again, while I took the vibrator that I had hidden between the sheets. I turned it on and started running it over my thighs. 

Still looking into her eyes, I placed the vibrator on my clit causing a gasp to come out of my mouth and Lou's eyes turning a much deeper blue, making the wet spot grow faster. 

“ Mmm Lou, I'm so wet” 

I began to move the vibrator faster, while my mouth did not stop letting out moans 

"Move those panties, let me see you, princess" 

With my left hand I pushed the panties aside, while the right hand guided the vibrator to my nipple, so that Lou could see my wetness. 

" Mmm , my girl's been good at keeping her hands off her pussy while mom's gone, right?" 

“Yes, mommy, I was a good girl” 

With Lou's dirty words, and the stimulation to my clitoris and breasts, I had my first orgasm; It was good, but nothing compared to the ones I had when Lou fucked me. 

“Do you want mommy to fuck you now? 

"Yes please" 

Lou quickly got up and walked over to face me; made me lie closer to the pillows; He spun me around and lifted my butt. 

"Colour, princess?" 

“Green, mommy” 

He brushed my hair aside and took a bite out of my neck making me groan. 

“You look so pretty like that” she slapped my butt hard making me scream into the pillow “and all for your mommy, right, little princess? 

“You are only for me, only I can see how you moan, like a whore, only for a simple touch” 

I push my hips and move them, causing my clit to rub against the mattress. 

"M-mommy... p- please" 

“Beg me to fuck you” 

"Mommy, please, I need you to fuck me" 

With his strong arms, he turned me around again, facing me. 

"Come on, baby, you can do better" she began to take off her clothes until she was in her underwear 

"Please m-mommy, I need your dick, I want you to fill me with your dick" 

"Do you really want it?" 

"Yes please" 

" Mmm , just because you're such a good girl." When I thought he was going to kiss me, he just grabbed my jaw with his right hand and dug his thumb and forefinger into my cheeks. 

"Colour?"

"Green"

"Open your mouth" I was obedient and opened it, she accumulated saliva dripping slowly until it fell into my mouth "now swallow"

I did, while she opened the drawer next to the bed to get the harness out of her; she put it on and took the lubricant that was in the same drawer, while ripping my underwear off my body. Stroking her cock, I grab my nipple and suck on it making me moan.

"Are you ready, princess?"

"Yes"

"Colour?"

“Green, mommy”

She inserted her cock carefully, but when she bottomed out, she started thrusting fast and hard.

"Ahhh, mommy, faster, please"

“My love, you are feeling too noisy, do you want me to put a gag on you?” hit my clit and had to hold back a scream 

"I'm not sorry" 

She came back with the steady beat, but I found it nearly impossible to keep from screaming, so I groaned again. 

"You leave me no choice, bitch" 

I grab my panties and stuff them into my mouth, implicitly leaving the language of hitting as safe words. 

“Fuck” Lou moaned feeling the walls of my pussy squeeze her rubbery length “yeah baby work mommy's dick squeeze my dick” 

I moaned as I moved, trying to make his thrusts go faster. 

“Don't cum,” 

I didn't even let myself think a bit beyond staying silent as the second orgasm hit me, while she stood still. The orgasm was so strong that I had to close my eyes tightly and my legs trembled, she quickly 

“I thought I made myself pretty clear, honey. What was my only instruction to you?” 

“Don't cum,” 

"And what did you do?" 

“I came .” 

"Oh princess. I bet you really wish you hadn't." 

"Sorry mom" 

"Do you think that a simple 'I'm sorry' would fix everything?, no, princess" He took off the harness, and she began to undress "I think you'll have to please mom to take away my anger" 

"Yes mommy, please. Let me taste you. Sit on my face” 

She knelt down, bringing her knees to either side of my face, but still too far away to get a little taste. 

"Colour?" 

"Green" 

"What's our signal to stop?" 

“Three pats on the thigh” 

"Perfect. Now, make mommy feel good” 

I quickly lower her hips until she sits shallowly on my face, so I quickly lift my head to start licking her pussy.

"Yeah, just like that, baby, you're so good" 

She took a handful of my hair and rubbed it against my face. 

Not only had he missed her, he knew she had arrived exhausted; Debbie had kept her pretty busy on a new heist, so she deserved a break and a quick release. 

So, I placed my lips on her clit and began to suck, as my left hand circled her leg and my fingers from my free hand started to go into her pussy. 

"You're going to make me cum, keep doing that!" She gripped my hair tighter, pulling me against her pussy to the point where it was hard to breathe. My movements became sloppy, but that only seemed to please her, as she began to let out deep, hoarse gasps, until I felt her walls tighten around my fingers and moisture from her ran down my cheeks.

“Oh honey, you were a good girl to mommy” she got up, only to take my hand in hers and lick my chin, tasting her own juices “I think you deserve a reward, what do you think?

"Yes mommy, please"

“Mmm, perfect manners. I love you darling. Colour?"

"Green"

Now, she spread my legs, to fit perfectly between them, to quickly put her center on mine, making us both moan with pleasure.

She started to move quickly as she hid my face in her neck, thanks to her height, greater than mine.

"What a good girl, and only for mom" she took a new angle that made the intensity of her thrusts increase, making me lose my breath

"You move so well"

“You look so fucking pretty like that. moaning like a whore for your mommy”

Just when she thought she was finally going to have an orgasm, Lou stopped moving.

"Come on honey, get what you want"

I started to move my hips, rubbing my clit against his, until it was too much for me.

"L-lou, mommy, I-I'm going to run"

"Yes, baby! Cum for me"

The orgasm hit me almost knocking me out, making me stop breathing for a few seconds, making my legs tremble and making moans come out of my mouth. 

She didn't take long to reach orgasm either, so with the little strength she had left, she got off me and lay down next to me. 

“Damn it, Y/N. If all our reunions are going to be like this, I'm going to go more often " 

"Don't you dare, Miller!" 

She just laughed and made me lay my head on her chest, while she scratched my scalp and kissed my head. 

"As much as I want it, I can't be far from you" 

"Me neither" I gave him a kiss on his jaw 

"Would you like a shower?" 

"Of course. I also got your favorite candy and your favorite movie” 

“Mmm, you are the perfect woman” 

He gave me a light kiss on the nose and led me to the bathroom, leaving behind the mess we had made with the sheets. 

Note: I hope you enjoy it. Reblogs and likes are appreciated

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Stories Update

Hi, hello!

These are the stories that are sitting in my drafts. Don't worry, I will finish them as soon as I sort my schedule out.

[Also, I'm still working on the I'm in love with the criminal. Pairing Lou Miller x Layla Bradford (OC)]

Thanks for reading! :3

In the meantime, here is my masterlist.

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday x you #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #lady lesso x you #lady lesso x reader #charlize theron x reader #charlize theron x you #lou miller x y/n #lou miller x you #lou miller #cate blanchett x fem! reader

[candescentclitoria]

Hi there. This is gonna be a long one. Could you please write Lou Miller x reader and the reader is a little cold and quiet but the team understand and accept her maybe because of her past. One day the reader walks in Lous loft from a really bad day and Lou is just laying on the sofa until she picks up on the readers sadness so the reader just goes over to her and lies down in the couch with her head in Lous shoulder and Lou just envelopes her until she feels better and she gives her a little kiss. And the team just watch and think it’s really cute but also sad because they know the reader hides emotions. Thank you very much. I love your page, and I apologise if your requests are closed.

I Should’ve Stayed in Bed

Pairing: Lou Miller x Fem!Reader, Platonic! Debbie Ocean x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Shitty day, cliche trope, fluff at the end.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this @thelastavenger-3000! I’m sorry it took so long!

There was no way to explain how your day had been except for complete shit. You were heading to your classes when it had started storming, so by the time you arrived you were almost soaked to the bone. Thankfully the Resource center had spare clothes, baggy clothes, but clothes nonetheless.

Your classes went by quickly, the only class you hated was cancelled due to weather. You didn’t have your computer anyways so you wouldn’t have been able to do any work. The weather was clear, so you decided to walk home only to get soaked by a driver hitting a puddle next to the sidewalk. You couldn’t help but groan at the cliche that decided to Grace you with its presence. By the time you reached Lou’s loft, you’d had enough.

A groan escapes your throat as you open the large doors, they creak as they move. Your friends' eyes glance up at you, Lou’s eyes locking with yours as you enter. You set your bag down and move to go to your room, only for a pair of arms to wrap around your waist and pull you down on the couch. You struggle to escape, but manage to pull yourself out of Lou’s arms. “Lou I’m soaking wet, let me change first okay?” She nods and gently grabs your hand. She places a kiss on it and lets it go, “Go change and bring down the thick fluffy blanket.” You nod and run to your room. You remove your clothes quickly and take a small shower, warming your body up.

After changing you grab the fluffy grey blanket on your and Lou’s bed and run downstairs, the fabric covering trailing behind you. You start to walk past the couch until a pair of arms wrap around your waist and pull you down. A husky voice whispers in your ear, “What happened love?”

You grunt and snuggle into Lou’s neck, wrapping your arms around her waist. “Do you not want to talk about it?” You shake your head. “Do you want anything to eat? Drink?” You nod and look up. “Coffee.”

Lou chuckles and nods at Debbie, winking. “With a shot of tequila?”

“With a shot of tequila.”

A small laugh escapes Lou and she kisses the top of your head. Lou squeezes you gently and you let out a squeak. She smiles and kisses your head once more, moving her hand to take the coffee from Debbie as she approaches. Debbie pats your head gently and crouches to be in front of you. “Rough day honey?” You nod and squirm against Lou, nuzzling your head against Debbie’s hand. “Lou’s got your coffee, grab it when you’re ready.” With a whine you turn away from Debbie, snuggling your face into the warmth of Lou’s neck. Debbie chuckles and walks away, returning to her computer to focus on the next heist.

Lou sets your coffee down on the table and pats your thigh. You wrap your legs around her waist and she stands, placing her hand on your leg. She grabs your coffee and hands it to you, “Hold it in between us and be careful with it. I’m taking us upstairs.” You nod and gently grab the cup, one arm still wrapped around Lou’s neck.

Soon enough you’re in your room and Lou shuts the door, slowly moving to place you on the bed. “Let me change and I’ll cuddle you. We can watch a movie.” You perk up and set your coffee down on the bedside table. “Can we watch The Land Before Time?” Lou smiles at you and walks over, placing a kiss on your forehead. “We can watch whatever you want, alright? Even musicals.”

You beam up at her and gently push her away from you, “Hurry up!” She chuckles and turns away from you, opening and rummaging through her drawers. She pulls out a pair of boxers and a sports bra, quickly shedding her clothes and replacing them. Her pubic mound shows a bit from the top of her boxers. You smile and open your arms, ready to hold her.

“I thought I would be holding you?” You shake your head. Lou snorts and moves to crawl towards you, arms by your sides. Her lips come to yours and she smiles into the kiss, her legs settled between yours. She moves to trail kisses down your lips to your neck. Her hand lands gently on your hip and holds you in place, her blue eyes glance up into your [e/c] eyes and she smiles against your neck.

“I’m sorry your day was bad darling, I’ll do whatever I can to make it better.”

“Anything?” You ask, placing your hands on her cheeks.

“Anything.”

Let’s just say the movie and cuddles we’re forgotten.

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All the Things I Feel (Lou Miller x Fem!Reader)

Anon Asked: Prompt 1 with Lou miller and fem reader? X

Prompt: 1. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

Pairing: Lou Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None, but angst

A/N: whoever requested this, I am so sorry how long this took me, I’ve been hella busy. I tried a new way of writing, it’s a little less introspective, and a lot more poetic (?) I dunno. Tell me what you think! and wash yo fucking hands!

Anger was never the first emotion you felt with Lou. 

There was amusement. The night that you had met Lou Miller in one of her various social clubs, after she bumped into you, spilling gin and tonic all over your shirt. She had joked about trying to get you undressed without knowing your name yet, to which you laughed and introduced yourself. Two years later, she still had yet to undress you.

There was frustration, sure. That usually came whenever Lou failed to mention she was leaving the country for weeks on end, only informing you with a five worded letter in the mail. But the frustration melted away when she turned up eventually, grinning from ear to ear. It always seeped back into your mind when she told her co-workers that you and her were “just friends”. 

There was a lot of love. Being around Lou made you feel warm and safe. She was a force to be reckoned with when she set a task for herself or her crew. The occasional touch; the graze of a hand across your back, the brush of fingers along her cheekbones. All of this occurring under the haze of alcohol or sleep deprivation. But there love. And a lot of it. 

There was doubt. Doubt that pressed you to think that you were overthinking her glances and smiles. Doubts that swarmed you in the middle of conversations. Doubts that refused to be assuaged no matter what.

But tonight. There was anger. 

You stared at the shattered glass on the floor, hands trembling. Lou was standing in the doorway of your kitchen, where you had been preparing a meal. She had just returned from Venice, and you were sitting with her in the living room. Lou talked of the architecture and the food. The wine and the women. She spoke in great detail about the women. 

Her hand had been resting on your knee, drumming out a nonsensical beat. She had been reciting words in Italian when you stood abruptly.

“I’m going to check on dinner.” Into the kitchen you had marched, head a flutter with contradicting thoughts.

The thoughts had been swirling so fiercely, that your fingers had slipped against a crystal glass you had been drying. Lou had called your name.

Footsteps meant she was coming to you. 

“Lou.” You said, looking up. “What are we?”

“What do you mean?” Her eyes glanced between you and the floor.

“I mean, what do you want with me?”

“Are you really going to put me on the spot like this?” Lou asked walking back to the living room. Her shoulders were tight. 

You threw the towel in your hand to the sink and followed her out. “Yeah, I think I will. What the fuck are we, Lou?”

“I thought we were friends, Y/N.”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

“Is that so?” She turned, hands on her hips, face gaunt. “Then what are we, huh?”

“I don’t know,” you snapped. “You flirt and laugh, but what’s the risk? You tell me about your affairs and other women, without thinking about what I feel. It’s... infuriating.”

She said nothing.

“What’s point of it all?” you asked, stepping closing to her. 

You could see her chest rise and fall quickly. “You’re right.”

“I-what?”

“You’re right.” This time she moved to you. “We aren’t friends. I’m not use to having someone like you in my life. Someone to... court.”

The anger that sat in your chest defused slightly. “Court?’

”Yes, court,” she said bitterly. “I love you too much to fuck this up. I don’t know how to act around you. What’s too much? What’s too little? I just- I don’t know.”

Lou sat on the couch, head in her hands. “I don’t like not knowing what to do. I need a plan, or something to operate on.”

You tried to process your shock as fast as possible, seating yourself next to her. Your hand rested delicately on her shoulder. 

“We don’t need a plan, Lou.” you whispered. “This isn’t a heist; it’s our lives. We’ll take each day as it comes.”

Reaching up, Lou held your hand. 

You licked your lips, trying to find the words. “Don’t overthink this. You always do.”

This brought a small smile to her lips. Small, but still there. She raised her head.

“Need help cleaning up the glass?”

You shared her smile. “Yeah. I do.”

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