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sapphicforsarahh · 3 months
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MORE LOU MILLEE SMUT PLSSSSS DOM LOU SUB YN PLSS
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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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bl4nchetts-lvr · 3 months
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Lydia tar NSFW headcanons.
word count: ±260
genre: NSFW; mention of degradation; rough sex; lesbian sex; Sub!Reader; Dom!Lydia; Office sex.
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Mean!Dom Lydia who doesnt give in to your begging and whines to give you attention while she's working. she enjoys seeing you be so needy for her,it feeds into her god complex.
Mean!Dom Lydia who finally lets you sit on her lap,to dry hump her thigh. She continues working while you're whimpering and trying to get a release by only humping her beige pants.
Mean!Dom Lydia who makes you stop right as when you're about to release. Who doesnt let you move for at least 5 minutes.
Mean!Dom Lydia who then bends you over her desk,about to teach you the consequences for when you misbehave.
Mean!Dom Lydia who fucks you with her slender fingers,watching your eyes roll back and tears stream down your face from how rough she is. She enjoys it.
Mean!Dom Lydia who degrades you by calling you the most humiliating names,making you understand how pathetic you look in her eyes like this.
Mean!Dom Lydia who who overstimulates you till the only thing you can scream is her name.
Mean!Dom Lydia who enjoys seeing saliva drip down you chin,from you being fucked dumb by her. The way you cannot even comprehend what is happening around you two,your only concern being Lydia letting you cum.
Mean!Dom Lydia who finally let's you rest,leaves a small kiss on your cheek and helps you clean up. After all,she is not a monster to not take care of you after treating you like a slut you are.
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lotties-ashwagandha · 5 months
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SHOW HER
kinktober day 9 — semi public sex w lou miller and debbie ocean — fem!reader
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You loved seeing her like this. You know she was pissed, and it made you want to keep pushing until she snapped.
A woman had come up to you that night at Lou’s club. She’d sat down next to you when Debbie had gone to get you a drink, and when Debbie came back the silent war between the two of them had started, and possession of you was the goal.
You had no interest in the woman flirting with you — but it was so satisfying to see Debbie getting increasingly jealous. You knew all of the signs and she displayed every one of them. You knew Lou was around somewhere as well, and though you didn’t know where she was you knew that she knew everything that happened in her club, especially where you were concerned.
The woman beside you kept flirting, kept testing her luck, kept trying to touch you subtly. And you were getting slowly more tipsy, too, with the drinks she was buying you combined with the drinks Debbie was buying you.
Hands on your shoulders. You turned from where you sat at the bar and Lou was there, her hands sliding from your shoulders to your waist. She took in the situation, gaze flitting from you to Debbie to the woman beside you, and all at once she understood.
She pressed a kiss to your shoulder and any tension you were carrying released.
“Come on,” she whispered, and taking your hand she pulled you off the barstool. Debbie was close to follow, and soon the two of you were in the bathroom.
As soon as the door shut Lou was pushed against the door, Debbie pinning her against it and reaching over to lock it. Lou eyed her with a sort of subdued surprise — usually it was Debbie pinned, Lou in charge, but none of you were averse to the change.
“Took you long enough,” Debbie breathed, irritation obvious, jealousy staining her voice. “You should’ve seen the shit I had to put up with, sitting there waiting, while—”
Lou reversed their position effortlessly, pinning Debbie against the wall. “What, did you get jealous? Did you really think I would let that woman steal our girl?”
Debbie didn’t respond, her head tipping back against the door as Lou’s lips ghosted over her neck.
You wanted to help, you wanted to touch, but you knew you were in deep enough trouble as it was and moving at all from where you stood would only make it worse.
“If you think you can fuck her so much better than anyone else,” Lou said, speaking to Debbie but turning to look briefly at you, “then show us.”
Before you could register what was happening Debbie was pinning you against the bathroom sinks, her lips crashing into yours and her leg positioning between yours. You moaned against her mouth, gasping when her hand weaved into your hair and pulled so that your head snapped back and she gained access to your neck.
“So pretty,” she breathed, sucking bruises on your pulse point, and your breath hitched. “So gorgeous, and all mine.”
“Ours,” Lou rasped, coming up beside you and pulling you into a kiss while Debbie continued to work at your neck.
They flipped you over, bending you over the sinks. You moaned, eyes falling closed but opening when Debbie pulled your head up by your hair to make you look at her. You realized that this was why she hadn’t scared off the woman who had been flirting with you. She could have easily, but she didn’t because she wanted this, wanted to ruin you where everyone could see.
Breaking for a moment she leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Tell us to stop.”
“No,” you breathed, and satisfied she stood back up to her full height. She watched you in the mirror, her gaze meeting yours, and you shivered, eyes breaking away from her heavy stare.
“Who do you belong to?” Lou rasped, and you moaned breathily.
“You,” you said.
“Good girl,” Debbie cooed, and parting from you she adjusted her black dress.
You resisted a moan at the sight of her — for between her legs was your favorite strap, and you knew you were in for a long night.
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ofc-fics · 6 months
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dom lou miller and sub reader PLZZZ
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You weren't shallow, but it helped that your girlfriend was hot. She was rich too, but you'd been with her before that happened, you thought. You didn't know how she got so much wealth so fast considering she was watering down the vodka in her bar not two months ago. But you knew better than to ask Lou too many questions, anyone when it was about money. You just went with her flow; that was more fun. 
The fun never ended, but it was usually the same. The confident blonde had dressed you up as she pleased, turning you on at the same time, and brought you out to her club. She spent the night right beside you, or tried her best on top of her responsibilities as owner. 
You weren't a fan of loud, crowded spaces, but five shots of fully alcoholic crown and you let it go. With a single beer chaser, you were so tipsy that Lou had to be on the dance floor with you. It was a positive and a negative. Dancing with Lou was fun and you were only out to be with her anyway, but she was immensely possessive. So, really, it was one great, big advantage. You didn't see yourself as attractive so you thought everyone dancing near you was just having a good time too. 
The slick, muscled arm sliding around your waist said otherwise. Lou glared at the man with beautiful blues usually so mischievous. They lightened again once he was gone, peering at you who only had eyes for her. You had your head on her chest, looking up so wondrously, a dopey grin lighting up your face once you saw her looking at you too. Lou pressed her lips to your forehead. "Someone has to keep the pervs off you." Smirking, she leaned further down to give you a proper spiderman kiss. She pulled you more securely against her. 
You swayed together still, you mostly following Lou's lead. You didn't like to dance until you were too drunk to care about being seen. "You are too!" you accused in a slur. 
A knuckle dragged down your cheek. "Oh yes; your little pervert." Lou nudged your head away with her nose. She pressed a sweet kiss to the skin now exposed, a severe juxtaposition from her words. "I will undress you with my eyes, grope you in public, fuck you in your sleep, and I'm the only one who can...." She slowly trained off, quickly closing her hand around your throat and pulling you close. "And you fucking love it." Lou spoke quietly to you, directly into your hear to be heard over the music. 
Your breath was caught beneath her hand and your movement suspected. You went from looking up at her to looking at the back of your eye socket. 
Blonde hair tickled your shoulders as she leaned down to kiss your neck. Her hand had to move to allow her complete access. Both hands joined at your stomach to pull you more securely against her. 
Your eyes opened in an easy move to spy up at Lou. She was smiling, content or even proud, and it electrified you. You were a panting mess, moaning pathetically as you felt something hard between her legs, pressing into your backside. You bent simultaneously away and into her, feeling the merciless arousal burning through you. "Can we go?" you whispered through your desperation. 
You spoke too softly for Lou to hear, but she knew your desire, being the author of such feelings. Slowly withdrawing her arms, the cocky club-owner slid one hand up your shirt and she guided you out like so. The chilly New York air gave you goosebumps which Lou chased away with her lips on yours. She lit a fire inside of you, always, and she was the only one who could put it out. Which she fucking knew. 
From her club to your apartment, you didn't recall a thing besides her bourbon flavored kisses. You thought perhaps you had taken a cab as you faintly recalled not standing while Lou had birthed a porno in your imagination... with her tongue. Now, you were trapped in the entryway of your apartment. Lou had you against the wall, legs hitched over her sides. 
You were light-headed from your quick breaths when you were actually breathing. When she moved on, you no longer had that excuse. But Lou Miller was very talented with her hands. You were writhing, in the stirrings of ecstasy, Lou's prey. She licked and bruised your - well, anywhere she could reach - before carrying your helpless form to your sofa. You were limp, muscles carefully liquefied by the club owner. It didn't help that Lou withheld all touch if you moved at all. 
She was slow undressing you, laving every inch of skin slowly exposed to her knowing eyes. She knew everything about your pleasure and she knew postponing it would drive you mad. Lou had no doubt you'd already flooded your underwear and she grew impatient imagining the ease she could already fuck you with. She pulled at your nipple, launching you closer to heaven. You let out a shrill cry, but obediently stayed still. Run out of patience, Lou put her hand up the skirt she'd had you wear. Her fingers scratched frantically to hook your underwear. She had you bare and huffed pleasantly. She almost disappeared beneath the fabric, licking you from your hole to your clit. She rose to her knees, unbuckling her pants. Her black strap-on cock sprung free when she pulled her trousers off. She leaned forward, the toy bumping and running through your wetness. Her fingertips traced your hairline to part your hair from your face. She kissed you, sure and sweet, and entered you in a single move. You threw your head back, seized in the throws of sex. "Louise," moaned itself from your mouth. The blonde's first thrust was sharp and punishing, unappreciative of the use of her full first name. She delivered a second just as cruel, but this one coaxed out a whine: "Daddy!" She replaced your legs on her hips. 
A smirk pure victory turned you on worse. It was like the final piece of her life's puzzle. Lou was used to being "in control" in bed and nowhere else in life. With you so obedient and now calling her that, making Lou's clit pulse, she could tell you to do anything and you'd promise on your soul. It took no time at all for you to dissolve into a begging mess. You disregarded Lou's no moving rule and you'd gotten as close to Lou as you could so she was all the more deeper after coming back together. You pleaded and negotiated, bucked and it was all in vain. You could only come if Lou let you, not that she tended to make you wait. True to form, the blonde started rutting more desperately. You could tell by the unfocused look in her eyes that she was chasing her own high as much as  - probably more than - yours. 
You arched up into her, turned on by her self-gratification seeking. "Daddy," you moaned, feeling the pure sex flowing through you. Your eyes rolled back as Lou kept going, trying to gain enough friction to follow your lead. But she'd gotten so slick, her end of the dildo just couldn't provide it. You'd come again before Lou got impatient and lost the strap. She flipped your skirt up over your belly, tugging one leg up over hers. Her core hit yours and you flinched away out of sensitivity. 
Quick fingers used to holding something not hers gripped hips that belonged to her lover; hers. She rubbed herself against you, rocking when the orgasm finally stirred in her belly. She held you tight against her, mercilessly taking her pleasure and cursing you with more of your own along the way. 
You were one raw nerve while Lou was coming and coming and coming and even still until she collapsed atop you. She shifted a bit and you two cuddled, soon falling asleep. 
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marasmadness · 14 days
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Masterlist- MarasMadness
- Intro & Request post
~Jennifer Jareau~
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* After Dark
* “When you look at me like that, my darling, what did you expect?”
* Push and Pull ft. Elle Greenaway
~Elle Greenaway~
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* Push and Pull ft. Jennifer Jareau
~Emily Prentiss~
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* Indulged Imprints
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Nice to meet you
Warnings: First meetings, fluff
Word count: 1.6 K
Pairing: Cate Blanchett x Fem!Reader
Prompt: Meeting Cate (Based on a true story, only, I didn't meet Cate)
Requests: OPEN
[Main masterlist] [Actors and actresses masterlist]
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When I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was that the sun was too bright and warm for ten o'clock in the morning. I lazily picked up my mobile phone and unlocked it, only to realise that I had not set my alarm and that it was in fact already 11:00 A.M.
"Shit"
As best I could, and literally running, I got out of my bed, put on a pair of jeans, my work t-shirt, and went into the bathroom. In less than 5 minutes I had brushed my teeth, washed my face, combed my hair and grabbed my make-up bag. I grabbed my backpack, money, my keys and left the flat to run to the underground station.
The train arrived quickly and since it was no longer rush hour, it was practically empty, so I sat down and took off my make-up, knowing that I wouldn't get to work for another 30 minutes.
When I got to the station where I had to get off, I did so and ran to the nearby square in order to get to my work. I opened the door, dodged several customers and made my way to the counter of the bookshop.
"Look who deigned to show up," joked my cousin.
I had been working in the bookshop run by my aunt for months. It was a great advantage, since, with tardiness like today's, in any other job, I would have been fired by now, but here, I only received a disapproving look from my aunt and a silly smile from my uncle.
"Oh, T/N, now why were you so late?"
"I forgot to set my alarm"
My aunt just rolled her eyes.
"You should set an alarm to remind you to set an alarm," my uncle joked, making us all giggle.
"Well, since you're finally here, please mop the floor."
"Sure, hey auntie, remember I told you if you'd give me permission to get away for two or three hours here in the square?"
"You're late and you still want to go out?" joked my cousin.
"What do you want to go out for?" asked my uncle, as he brought down books from a Spanish publisher.
"There's going to be a premiere of Cate Blanchett's new film. And the cast is coming…"
"And T/N would rather die than lose the chance to meet that woman," my cousin finished.
"Sorry for appreciating what a good actress she is".
I was a lying whore. Sure, the woman was the greatest actress of the 21st century, but she was also the most sensual woman I had ever met. My gay ass was shaking just thinking about her.
"What time is that?"
"At 3:00 p.m."
"Where is it?"
"It's in the cinema in this very square".
"Okey".
And without further ado, he began to help my uncle with the Spanish books.
"Is that a yes?"
Out of nowhere, he stood up with a grimace of pain.
"Help your uncle with the books and then we'll see".
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My aunt had a problem, and this was that she would regularly, if not always, forget that I had already left some task, and suddenly I would start doing another one that needed to be done more urgently, so it was not unusual for me to notice that, just when I had half the floor mopped, the clock in the shop already showed 3:10 PM.
"Auntie, it's already 3:10."
"So what?"
"I asked you that you would give me the opportunity to go out to the premiere of the film".
"Have you finished cleaning?"
"Almost there…
"Then it's over now"
I started mopping quickly to finish faster.
"Do it right, T/N!"
I felt my heart start to flutter as, outside the venue, I could hear the screams, the people starting to run. Shit, it was too late, there was probably already a big crowd on the red carpet, which was going to make it impossible for me to get an autograph or a picture.
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After finishing my chores, I quickly set out to go to the storeroom, drop off the mop and bucket, and just as I was taking off my uniform shirt to put on a nicer one, I heard some pretty loud shouting and the front door slamming. For several minutes I listened to murmuring until suddenly my cousin shouted.
"Y/N, come"
I quickly put on my T-shirt, and grabbed my small bag. As I left, I noticed an excessive amount of people in front of the bookshop, which scared me.
"What's going on, why are there so many people outside…?
Before I could finish my sentence, I walked over to where my cousin was, to find her standing next to Cate Blanchett and her make-up artist Mary.
"Hello. Nice to meet you"
The blonde greeted me with a charming smile. But I froze. I literally didn't know what to do.
Part of me wanted to start screaming and jumping up and down with excitement, another part was about to cry and try to hug her, while another part wanted to make a fool of myself as little as possible and try to start a conversation about her films and what a great actress she is in my eyes.
"Excuse her, she's too gay to talk" my cousin scoffed, eliciting a giggle from both older women "she's literally in love with you. When she was like 15 she said she'd marry you."
Yep, it was definitely not in my plans to be humiliated like that by my own cousin.
What was my next action, just ignore my cousin and start with some of my actions, make believe that this is a joke?
"It's not true, I mean, I do want to kiss you, but not since I was fifteen".
NO. IT'S. I really told one of the best actresses in the world that I wanted to kiss her, I WANT TO DIE.
I covered my face with both hands, but through the gap between my fingers I could see Cate giggle and adjust her hair.
"Well… I'm flattered."
"But… but what are you doing here?" I tried to change the subject just to avoid further embarrassment.
"People started to crowd around and I needed to fix this," Mary said as she pointed to Cate's torn dress.
"You know, a torn dress can't break my aura of perfection…" Cate tried to joke, but, she didn't know my name. She was asking my name!
"T/N, my name is T/N"
"T/N" she whispered my name in such a sensual way that I felt my panties start to get wet. "That's a beautiful name."
"T…thank you"
She began to wander around the room, while Mary, behind her, tried to fix her dress. As my gaze followed them, I felt a nudge in my rib.
"Hey, I've got to go" my cousin spoke, "can you stay and look after the blonde while my aunt comes back from her office?" before I could answer, she laughed and tapped me on the shoulder "who am I kidding, you sure get wet at the thought of being alone with that woman."
"You know we're not alone, and there's her make-up artist, right?"
"We're going to pretend that wouldn't stop you, are we?"
She just laughed and left.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that my aunt was attending to an important call, while my uncle was arranging the diaries. So, I followed them, seeing that Cate was too focused on one section of the bookshop.
"Do you have a specific section for LGBT literature?"
She turned to look at me, while Mary was fixing her dress and make-up. It wasn't a question on the air.
"Yes, we have a wide variety.
"I've never read this one" as she could, she picked up Ruth Gogoll's 'Taxi to Paris' book. and leafed through it a little.
"That's a very good one, I've read it more than 3 times…"
"So I'm dealing with a stalker?" she joked, causing me to let out an involuntary laugh. I can't believe she just made a reference to her own joke.
"In my defence, it's part of a research project for my university".
"What are you studying?"
"I'm studying cinema. I'd like to make an adaptation of that book".
"That's wonderful, darling. Is that your first race?"
"Yes…"
"You are so young…"
We were both silent, but with our eyes fixed on each other's, until Mary's throat clearing brought us out of our reverie.
"Cate, we have to go, it's already late."
"Oh, right."
She put the book back where she took it from, but just before she walked, I stepped forward and took the book, handing it to the blonde.
"Here, I'll give it to you"
"Oh darling, you're a sweetheart, but don't worry, I could pay for it…"
Fuck it, it's now or never.
"Yes, but, when you read it, you'll think of me."
I saw her eyes sparkle and she gave me a beautiful smile.
"Well, I guess I owe her the same treatment. Maybe a picture will make her think of me, sweet princess?" she joked.
"That would be wonderful, beautiful woman," I curtsied, causing her smile to grow.
I handed my mobile phone to Mary and just as I was smiling for the picture, I felt Cate's warm, soft lips on the corner of my mouth.
Mary took the picture and told Cate they had to leave, so she handed me my mobile phone and left, almost dragging Cate with her.
"I hope you remember me every time you see the picture".
"I hope you remember me every time you read the book".
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the fact that there's just a few Cate Blanchett's characters fic is ILLEGAL! 👏feed👏us👏hungry👏simps👏plsss 👏
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drkmgs · 10 months
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Assistant | NSFW
pairings: Cate Blanchett x Fem!Reader
genre: smut, angst, fluff
Warning: NSFW, +18, top/bottom, AGE GAP, language, teasing, cunnilingus, just spicy sapphic
request: power bottom Cate x top service Reader
story type: One shot
Hi, Hello. Sorry for not posting any stories. I have been busy... I hope to make it up to you guys with this one... Please forgive me if it's not good, I have never written NSFW before, and I absolutely have no idea how I managed to finish this...
Also, belated happy birthday to this gorgeous woman...
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A lot of people would kill for your spot in Cate Blanchett's life right now. You are just her assistant and public love interest. How did that happen? You don't even know. You were just desperate to have a job to be able to move out of your parents' house, and your loving best friend Rohan informed you about how the very famous oscar winning Cate Blanchett is looking for an assistant.
You had no idea what a fucking assistants do. You were on more the creative side of the industry—you love photography and filming, which is also one of the reasons why you need a job—to support this dream. There are a lot of benefits for being Cate Blanchett's assistant—one of those were—you get to see the behind the scenes of every photoshoot of hers.
BUT. You didn't expect people to ship you and your boss. Don't get me wrong, Cate is a wonderful woman, damn she's your dream woman. You wouldn't want her to get criticized for being with a woman half of her age, so you vowed to yourself to keep everything at a professional level and won't let your feelings control you.
Anyway, you just arrived home after Cate's very busy schedule, and all you want to do is lay down and watch anything you could find on Netflix. You quickly changed into an oversized white shirt and black cycling shorts. Then, you made your way to your kitchen and tossed a bag of popcorn into the microwave.
With a satisfied exhale, your eyes immediately drawn to the welcoming sight of your couch nestled in the center of your living room. It seemed to call out to you, promising a haven of comfort. You sank into the couch, feeling the plush cushions envelop your tired body.
Once you were satisfied with your position, you reached for the remote control and turned the TV on to Netflix. You were scrolling through the options and stumbled upon Ocean's 8, which you had already watched more than 10 times. Without thinking, you let it play. There was a little ding in the background indicating that your popcorn is ready. You were about to get it, but your doorbell rang. So, you turned down the volume of your TV and made your way to the door.
"Miss Cate?" The surprise ran throughout your body. You cracked the door wider as soon as you realized it was your boss standing outside.
"Hi. I know this is unexpected, but I just need someone to talk to. The girls are busy, and you were the last one on my list." You could feel in your own skin how nervous she is, so you stepped aside and let her in. You closed the door. You let her roam around your living room, probably gathering strength to start a conversation about whatever made her so uncomfortable.
You excuse yourself for a minute to get a glass of water and your popcorn from the microwave. As soon as you came back, you handed her the water, and you placed the popcorn on the coffee table. You watch her gulped down that fresh water. She was so nervous that water spilled from the corner of her lips. Mindlessly, you reached out to wipe it away. It was already too late when you realized what you have done.
Silence filled the room. Cate doesn't know what she should do. She has been trying to stop these feelings for you, but it seems nothing helps. Now, being alone with you in this tension, she doesn't know if she should just let the scene play out.
You were still frozen in your position when you suddenly felt something warm and soft on your lips. You sighed in relaxation as if a big chunk of rocks had been lifted up from your shoulders. You reached behind her neck to deepen the kiss. Cate let out a little whiper at your action and pulled even you closer. The movie playing in the background was forgotten. You gently pushed her back to the couch, guiding her to lay down without breaking the kiss. You settled your thigh between her legs, putting pressure on her private area, which cause Cate to gasped and broke the kiss.
Cate leaned on your forehead, panting. She was still breathing heavily when you said something under your breath. "That was a mistake." But your hands keep roaming around her body. She shook her head and swallowed. "Shut up and kiss me again." You comply with a lot more passion than before. Your hand found its way under her shirt and up to her breasts.
Your thumb gently hovered over her hard nipple which was still covered with her bra. More sexual noises were coming out of Cate's mouth. You felt her hips rock against your thigh, and her hands were playing with the hem of your white shirt. You left her mouth to leave kisses on her jaw down to her neck while flicking her hard nipple now and then. "Take your shirt off," Cate managed to say and had her hands on your hips. You stopped, leaned back, took your shirt over your head, and let it fall on the floor.
Cate ran her eyes all over you, drinking in at what a goddess of a body you have. Then, a tattoo on your upper left arm—an arrow with smoking roses—caught her attention. She ran her finger over it, which caused you to bite your lower lip. Cate diverted her gaze back up to your eyes. "I want you to fuck me." her voice was husky and full of desire that made your core ache. With that, both of you didn't miss a beat to take off all of your clothes.
As soon as the last piece of garment fell on the floor, there was no way to stop both of you now. Panting, Whining, and Gasping like two horny teenagers having sex on the couch for the first time. "I need your fingers inside me," Cate moaned as you nipped at her neck and squeezed her bob. You hummed in response, hand already traveling down to her aching pussy.
Your middle finger slid down her slit, gathering a decent amount of her pussy juice, and rubbed her sensitive bud clockwise, which you earned a pornographic noise from Cate. It didn't stop there, Cate's hips began to move with your finger. "Fuck, Y/N. Put that finger inside me, now!" Cate moaned loudly when you followed her instructions. You felt her cunt clenched onto your finger. You slowly move your finger in 'come here' motion, and you add another finger as you move down to her clit.
One hard lick on her bud made her buck her hips, and a loud moan escaped her mouth again. You continued to do that assault until you felt her hand in your scalp, pushing your head onto her wet pussy. Cate is squirming and gasping under you as you eat her out perfectly. One last hard suck on her bud, and she fell apart under you.
Cate's legs were still shaking as you came up to level with her. "Hmm, even in sex you're bossy." You smiled your lips hovering hers. "Oh, darling. That's just for today." She still trying to come down from her high. "I don't mind following instructions as long as I can please you." And with that, you kissed her again.
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nclgsticore · 1 year
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𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐥𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐱 𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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Credit to GIF owner. GIF is not mine <3
'𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝟖' 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
Summary: Reader overthinks about her relationship with Lou and Debbie, and locks herself alone until the couple had to ask for their best friend's help, Tammy
Warning: Overthinking R!, Little!Reader, Daddy!Lou, Mommy!Debbie, angst, a little sad but cute fluff in the end
Y/n's POV
"LOUISE FUCKING MILLER! GIVE ME MY BLOODY PHONE BACK YOU MILF!" I ran across the room, chasing this motherfucker who snatched my fucking phone from my hand.
"IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME BACK MY PHONE, I'LL GET TO DEB'S PLACE AND FUCKING HER BRAIN OUT OF HER VAGINA WITHOUT YOU!" She stopped running around before walking back to me, panting and laughing.
"Fine. Take it back you milfy whore." She spats my face before handing back my phone.
"It seems like only Debbie can scare you. Huh, scaredy-cat?" Her face's fuming red right now but I don't give a damn about it. I love teasing her. Well, I'm just her and Debbie's toy girl. So I know they'll get rid of me if they're bored of me right?
"Sorry. I should've not said that to you. She's your wife, of course, you'll be a bit scared of her. I'm such a fool." I apologized before walking upstairs, leaving Lou standing in the living room, confused and feeling not right.
I walked into my room, well it's a guest room, I'm just spending some time with Lou since Debbie's a bit busy these days and she asked me to keep Lou accompanied.
I realised who am I to them. We knew each other since the Toussaint's heist, but they're bloody married and I'm attached to both of them. So I'm considered just a fuck toy for both of them. I am ready if they wanted me out of their lives plus, they never needed me unless one of the called me for anything.
I closed the door slowly before lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I am thinking until when am I going to be like this? Do they even love me? Or I'm just a slut? I can feel tears streaming down my face, hitting the pillows underneath me.
I just laid there, threw my phone on the floor, ignoring the fact that it'll crack the screen and just laid down, feeling hurt when I thought about this. I think they don't need me anymore.
Lou's POV
What just happened? Y/n just left me like that? She was okay a minute ago, and now she's suddenly changed into an unexplainable mood. Did I say something wrong?
I walked upstairs while ringing Debbie. Once I reached her, I told her to come home since she was done with anything she was up to. She understood the situation before telling me that she'll be here in an hour.
I approached y/n's room before hearing sobbing and little sniffles. What is going on right now? I'm confused. Well, sometimes I can be stupid and slow, but this time around I am really blanking out!
I knocked on y/n's door before asking,
"Honey, a-are you okay? Can I-I come in honey?" No answer. I am still confused to hell so I decided to wait for Debbie to come home. I sat in front of the room, still hearing cries from the room which it broke my heart because I don't know why my baby's crying.
Once Debbie's home, I ran to her explaining what happened. She thought for a while before responding.
"Okay, the part where she said that I'm the only one you scared, did you notice any change in her expression? Like sudden guilt, sad or she suddenly get quiet?" She asked me.
"She suddenly zoned out for a second before continuing, Deb. Ad then she apologised and said you're my wife, that's why I should be scared of you a little." She nodded and I just released a loud sigh before she turns back to me.
"I think she's overthinking again, don't you think? She's 25, and we're 43 and 45. Don't you think she's belittling herself?" Aaaaa.. I get it. Why am I so stupid?
Both of us walked upstairs and stopped in front of y/n's room before Debbie knocked on the door again before persuading y/n to open the door.
"Y/n honey, open the door sweetheart. Mommy's home, come give mommy a hug darling... I missed you princess..." Debbie's words always work because y/n's much more attached to Debbie compared to me. Well, Debbie is more to a motherly figure to her, I'm bad at persuading people.
Still no answer. Debbie turned to me, looking worried when the crying is still there, but y/n's not responding.
"Lou, go downstairs and call Tam. Maybe Tam can help. Go." She ordered me. I walked down, searching Tammy's number before calling her.
"Hellooooo! What's up Lou?"
"Tam, me and Debbie need to ask you a favor. Can you come to our place right now? It's y/n..." I pleaded hoping it's a yes.
"Aaaaa.... sure! Wait, gimme 10 minutes. I'll be there. Wait for me."
"Thank you Tamtam..."
"No problem, love..."
I hang up before sitting down on the couch, waiting patiently for Tammy to arrive. Once she's here, I invited her in and walked straight to y/n's room. My god, she's still crying but harder this time. Tammy walked to the door before starting to talk to y/n.
"Darling... open the door love... It's me... Tamtam... Open the door for me please..." Surprisingly suddenly the sobs starting to sound closer before we heard a click from the doorknob, and y/n opened the door, pulling Tammy in and shut the door back, not locking it back this time.
Me and Debbie were confused to hell right now. We just walked downstairs, waiting for Tammy to finish the coaxing session.
Tammy's POV
I hugged y/n before lifting her to the bed, laying both of u together and hugged her tightly, trying to cool her down.
"What's wrong princess? You make me, Debs and Lou worried to hell baby... Tell me darling.." She looked at me before breaking down again.
"D-does L-Lou and D-Debs still love m-me?" Oh, I see what's going on here. She's feeling down right now... I hold her chin softly, lifting her face to look at me. Tears still making their way down y/n's angelic face before I answered to her question.
"Baby... Lou and Debbie loves you more than they loved each other, honey. You should look how worried they were each time you got into trouble, how Debbie cried if you're in pain, how Lou pacing across the room if you have an exam, how both of them panicked when you've gotten into an accident 2 years ago, baby.. They love you so much y/n..." Y/n's eyes flickering like a baby, feeling lost.
I kissed her forehead, caressed her cheeks softly while rubbing small circles on her back, cooling her down. She tightens her arms around my waist, burying her face on my chest, holding for life.
We sat like that for a while before I looked at the time, I need to go.
"Y/n baby... I need to go because the kids will be home anytime soon okay? Do you want me to call both of them for you?" She looks up and nodded softly.
I laid her properly on the bed before heading out the room, leaving the door open. I walked downstairs, seeing Debbie and Lou worried face and gave me a 'how?' look.
"She asking for both of you bitches upstairs. I'm gonna head home now, the kids will be home soon. Bye bye..."
"Thank you Tammy, both of us appreciated it so much. Sorry for disturbing you okay?"
"Nah, nothing big." Both of them hugged me before pulling back and I walked out the house while Debbie accompanied me to the door, said our goodbyes and I drove home.
Debbie's POV Lou pulls my hand before dragging me upstairs. We saw y/n's in bed, curling in a ball, zoning out which it hurts to watch our baby this sad.
I get under the covers, letting y/n snuggles her head in my chest and Lou spooned y/n from the back, making y/n sandwiched between us before she relaxed herself, leaning her back against Lou.
"W-will both of y-you get rid o-of me when you're already b-bored with me?" Me and Lou looked at each other with a shocked face when y/n suddenly says that.
"What? No no no, baby... Mommy and Daddy won't get rid of you, princess..." I explained before kissing her forehead and stroking her head, making her hum.
"Who says that we'll get rid of you, baby? Tell us..." Lou asked before y/n looked at both of us and said,
"You don't have time for me anymore.... I'm lonely...." She whined before burst out crying... Now I felt bad.
"Awww.. baby.. Mommy and Daddy are sorry okay? Don't cry honey... I'm sorry...." I begged before she turns away and lay on her stomach, crying into the pillows. Lou sat up before pulling y/n, straddling her waist while y/n's still pushing Lou away. Lou tightens her grip before hugging y/n tightly in her arms, making y/n can't move anywhere.
She just melted into Lou's arms before crying silently.
"Daddy's sorry okay honey? I didn't notice that you're feeling like this. I'm so sorry sweetie...." I never see this side of Lou. She's always the one who'll never persuade y/n because she sucked at it. But now, she's the one cooling the little lady down.
I slowly crawled to both of them, hugging y/n from behind and kissed her shoulders softly.
"I'm sorry okay baby? Forgive both of us darling? Please?" I begged, hoping she'll forgive both of us. She just hummed before burying her face in the crook of Lou's neck, melting in.
We sat like that for a while before I pull back and Lou laid y/n in between us. Both of us hugged y/n in place before falling asleep in each others embrace.
"I love both of you so much..."
"We too..."
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maximoffswriter · 1 year
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maximoffwriter's masterlist!
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♡ - fluff, ♢ - angst/mild angst, ☆ - hurt & comfort.
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Taylor Swift
Not My Lover. - ♡ (T.S. x sister!reader)
Cate Blanchett
unSEEN. - ♡♢ (C.B. x fem!reader)
Lean On Me. - ✩♡ (mother!C.B. x daughter!reader)
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Carol Danvers
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goodegrrrl · 2 years
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Halfhearted
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Pairing: Lou Miller x Reader
Words: 1,349
Warnings: I have not written anything in forever so please bare with me and this lil fic
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You couldn’t look at her. You were afraid you would stop breathing. You would collapse. Would throw yourself out of the window.
The wine glass in front of you seemed more interesting in that moment than the painting of Mona Lisa in The Louvre. As you lifted your gaze you did not focus on her - instead you studied the photographs on the wall next to you. She looked so happy, so beautiful, in those. Most of them were just candid shots that someone had taken over the course of your relationship, others had been taken on the day you had proposed to her. Her smile was breathtaking.
You were brought back to reality when she put her hands over her face. She took in a rattling breath. She had reached her breaking point and you were the one to blame.
You were the one who had done this to her - the one who had shaken her soul to the very core. Your cruel words piercing through the walls she had build around herself like daggers through soft skin.
Lou did not deserve this. In the years you had been with her she had been nothing but kind. Not a single day had passed without her making you feel loved and cared for.
You hated yourself in this moment. Hated how you had made her feel with the words you had uttered. Words you didn’t even mean.
But you were so aggravated, so unnerved from the way you had been treated at work and you had taken it all out on her - the one you loved so very deeply. So overwhelmingly much.
Her soft cries pierced through your ears, awakening you from the trance you had been in.
“Lou.”, your voice was barely above a whisper but she lifted her head nonetheless.
Her baby blue eyes had taken on a darker color, thick tears traveling down her porcelain cheeks. She was crying. Silently.
You got up from the chair you had been sitting on. Your feet felt like a thousand pounds, footsteps as loud as the roaring of the clouds during a thunderstorm.
She flinched when she felt your hands on her knees as you knelt down in front of her. She did not meet your gaze.
“I am sorry. I am so sorry.”, you gently caressed her boney knees with your thumbs, desperate to lock eyes with the one who held your heart.
But she wouldn’t look at you.
You could feel her tremble underneath your touch, could feel how she desperately tried to hold herself together. To not let you see. It had taken her months to let you in and you had been toying with her emotions so carelessly.
You could feel your throat closing up.
“I love you. I love you so much.”, you squeezed her knees before you grabbed her hands, “Please - look at me. I am sorry.”
She lifted up her head.
In this moment you could hear your heart shatter into a million little pieces. Never had you wanted to make her cry. To basically force her to let you see her most vulnerable being. The part of her she so desperately protected.
You got up from your kneeling position and pulled her with you. She had averted her gaze once again as you guided her to the sofa and sat down with her.
“I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to yell at you. You did nothing wrong, Lou. Nothing.”, your voice came out stronger than you had thought. All your focus was on her.
The way her hands fit perfectly into yours. The small scars on the back of her hands, the rings she played with whenever she was nervous. Her necklaces dangling from her slender neck. The print of The Stones on her oversized T-shirt and her bare legs shaking beneath your palms. She looked so small sitting next to you. Her shoulders slumped and her eyes trained on the wooden floor.
The tears escaping her eyes created dark rings on the fabric of her grey shirt.
“You are my everything. I love you so very deeply, Lou.”, you gently drew circles on her palms, “I never meant to hurt you.”
“What have I done wrong?”, her voice was shaking. She still didn’t look at you but you could feel her resolve begin to crumble. The turmoil within her being audible in the way her voice trembled.
Your heart broke for her. Not only did you hate yourself in this moment but also everyone who had hurt her previously.
She had told you about all the people who had hurt her in the past during a drunken night when you had first started dating. Had told you about the lying women whom had cheated on her. The cruel ones who had physically and emotionally abused her. How her father had never been around - and if he was it had been only to tell her that she was worth nothing.
And now she was doubting herself once again. Because you were now one of them. One of the people who had made her believe that you loved her but had ended up breaking her trust.
“Please forgive me. YOU didn’t do anything wrong. You’re perfect, Lou. You are my light in the never ending darkness, my shelter during the storms invading my soul. You made me believe in unconditional love. A love that never ends.”
She looked at you know. The wrinkles on her pale skin were now more prominent and dark circles ran deep underneath her blue eyes.
She scooted closer. A breath you had not realized you had been holding left your lungs.
A hand tenderly cupped her cheek and when she leaned into your touch you dared to wipe away the tears that had gathered underneath the soft skin of her eyes.
“I love you. I can not promise that I will never hurt you again - but I do promise that I will try my hardest to be worthy of you.”
She took a deep breath in.
“Please don’t yell at me again.”, a soft whisper. You knew that her request meant that she did trust you still. That she knew that you would honor her wishes. That you would not leave her.
“I promise, Lou. I promise.”, you slowly opened your arms for her. You were desperate to hold her and to protect her from the cruelty of the world. To mend her heart even though you were the one who had bruised it.
When she climbed onto your lap and placed her face in the crook of your neck you felt complete again.
And then violent sobs shock her frail body.
You knew that she was not only crying because of what you did. She cried because it had reminded her of all the times she had been hurt before. All the memories that had come back.
But still she chose you to be the one to hold her.
Hands were tenderly caressing her back as confessions of love were whispered into her ear. You held her close to you as she took your shirt into her fists to ground herself, still desperate to stop the tears from falling.
“It’s okay, baby. Just breathe. One in, one out.”, you took in a deep breath, hoping that she would follow you. And she did.
Lou slowly regulated her breathing and the grip on your shirt loosened.
“I’m so tired.”, she whispered as she closed her eyes. You slowly let yourself fall onto the couch, pulling her on top of you. “Try to get some sleep. I’m not leaving.”, you whispered as you tenderly untangled the knots in her hair.
Lou burrowed herself deeper into you. You could feel her breath on your skin, tickling you. “I love you, too. You know that, right?”, Lou looked up. Her eyes almost falling shut as she locked them with yours.
“You show me every single day just how much.”, and as your lips met hers you finally felt complete again.
Without her, there was no you anymore.
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sapphicforsarahh · 1 month
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best hands i've ever seen
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ship: loubbie x fem!reader
word count: 800+
warnings: dom!loubbie x sub!reader, no smut (yet), dom and sub themes, sexting
synopsis: debbie and lou are looking for a new crew mate for the newest heist plan, that's when you catch their eye.
A/N: let me know what you think of this and whether you'd like a second part!
"Deb, I'm telling you, this girl has some of the best hands I've seen," she whispers to her wife. Both of them watch as you perform magic tricks to people who are stupid enough to fall for them. "Look, watch this," Lou leans forwards from her chair and watches you attentively. Your hands cleverly moved to show the participants correct cards. As they looked at their friends in shock and awe, you confidently slip the gold engagement ring, decorated with a diamond, off this woman's finger and secretively slip it into your pocket, without a single one of them realising.
"Not too bad," Debbie agrees and Lou smirks in return. "A pretty girl too," Lou adds, Debbie hums in agreement. After the bystanders had walked off, it was just you left with Debbie and Lou in the distance. "What do you say Deb?", Lou tries to convince Debbie to consider you, knowing their could be other benefits of having you on the team. "Sure," Debbie says a bit more easily than Lou would've thought. Without another word, Debbie stands up, Lou quick to follow her and the couple begin to approach you.
You're sitting on your bucket, counting your previously 'earned' dollars when you hear an Australian voice grab your attention. "Hey, can I hel-", you look up to see the older couple. Jesus, were they beautiful. All the thoughts in your head disappeared and you somehow managed to mumble out, "is there anything I can do for you ladies?". Debbie chuckles out, "we've got a charmer here."
One of the women stood with a dark, grey trench coat that pretty much hid her entirely black outfit, but still managed for her stiletto heels to stick out. The other, a blonde, stood taller with a sophisticated yet sexy leopard print coat. The dark, green lapels of her blazer were peeking through and you noticed her chest and hands were complimented by stacks of jewellery, most likely 24 carat gold.
"Me and my wife here noticed how skillful you are with your hands," Debbie started, taking off her shades and looking down at you with alluring deep, brown eyes. "We were wondering, if you could help us with something?" Lou added, also taking off her sunglasses, her eyes juxtaposed with her wife, as she met your gaze with light, blue ones.
You clear your throat with anxiousness, wondering what these women had proposed to you. "Uh, what is it?", you finally plucked up the courage to ask. "Come with us sweetheart, we'll explain everything," Lou said, placing her fingertips on your chin, making the power dynamic even greater.
You nod obediently, not wanting to upset these clearly powerful women. Debbie and Lou stand to the side whilst they watch you collect your things. "She's obedient isn't she," Lou chuckled, grabbing onto the lower of her wife's back. "Always a good thing, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Debbie looks at her wife with a raised brow, knowing her full intentions with this girl. As Lou was going to answer, you walked over with your bag on your back and ready to follow these women to wherever they were taking you.
"Let's get going, I bet you're eager to find out what we want, aren't you sweet girl?", Lou teases, walking forward and placing her hand on your back. "Yeah," you managed to squeak out, before the the two women pushed you into the taxi. Debbie sat in the front, whilst Lou got in the back with you. You tried to distract yourself by looking outside the window but you just couldn't concentrate on anything else apart from the insanely good-looking blonde next to you. Finally, you decide to stare at your feet and choose that as the safest option. The sound of Lou's ruffling coat caught your attention but you didn't look up. She took her phone from her pocket and looked at the notification from Debbie.
| Debbie: finish what you were going to say earlier love x.
You silently watch Lou smirk and quickly text back:
| Lou: i was going to say she’d be a good toy x.
she listened to every word we said without questioning it, we could break her in no time x.
Your eyes widened in shock at how these two women were talking about you. I mean would you really want that? Maybe you would!
| Debbie: good call baby, we'll discuss when we're back home x speaking of, i need you to take care of me once we're back i need you so badly honey x
You really try hard to hold back any reaction to the obvious sexting that's occurring in the back of this taxi, and it must've worked because all you hear is a small groan from Lou before she put her phone away.
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bl4nchetts-lvr · 2 months
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hi! would you ever be up to writing a fic/drabble based off your lydia tar headcanons? have a great day!
yes! hope you like it.
Lydia Tár smut fic
pairing: Lydia Tar x F!Reader
warnings: smut,lesbian sex,degradation (use of the word "slut"),sub!reader,dom!lydia,usage of a strap,toxic lydia (are we even surprised)
word count: ±1015
(not proof read/ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE,SORRY IN ADVANCE)
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it's 23:41..
Lydia is sitting at her desk,working per usual. her pale blue eyes looking down at the papers,her veiny hand holding the black pen which was almost empty from all of the writting.
she hears you walk into the office,your slow footsteps which come closer and closer to the blond,but doesnt bat an eye. she looked at you only when she felt your body weight on her lap.
"can't you see i'm working?" she asks with her usual cold tone of the voice,her face expressionless per usual. but,if you looked closer,you could see the slightest discomfort on the woman's face,she doesn't like being interrupted while working.
you don't say anything,as you gently put the strand of her hair behind her ear which had no piercings,but had a tiny note tattoo behind it. you smiled at her a little.
"when will you be done,honey?" you ask a question,for which you do not get an immediate answer. you're used to it. Lydia is always like this: stoic,cold (even to you) and quiet. all you hear is a slight huff.
in reality,you knew the woman wouldnt be done for a long while,but you just needed her so,so badly. last time you two had sex was.. you can't even remember.
there is something about your wife that makes you want her more and more.. maybe it's the way she sits,manspreading and leaning back on her chair,or maybe it's the way she's dressed: a white button up shirt (which is not even halfway buttoned),her casual pants which hug her waist a little too good,her rolex watch which is concidered used only by "men",the way her collarbones are visible from the open shirt,the collarbones you love to bite and kiss so much whenever you two make love.
you were snapped out of your trance,when you realized that lydia has stopped you from riding her thigh by holding your waist tightly. it made you blush,as you realized you subconsciously started riding your wife.
"not now." you hear her sharp voice.
you were still flustered and embarrassed from this,so you couldn't say much. but the way her eyes were narrowed,her wrinkles on her forehead,under the eyes and near the mouth were showing..you wanted to kiss every one of those wrinkles while she scissors yo-
"can you not look at me so intensely?" you hear her voice yet again,the voice that makes you melt whenever she praises you,or even degrades you. you love her voice. you love her and you want her very,very much.
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as some time passed by,your constant whinning and begging finally made lydia snap and she looked so angry,but her anger turned you on even more.
you knew she was toxic,but,red is an attractive color,is it not?
you felt yourself being pinned down onto her desk,bent over. your right leg was now on the desk,as your wife grabbed your thigh harshly (it will definitely leave a slight mark).
lydia started taking off your panties,she put your skirt up (or,if you want imagine it being pants which she took off) and startes gently running her middle and index finger through your folds,which were already wet.
"so wet already? what a slut you are,it's amusing,really." she says with slight disgust in her voice,but she loves it. Lydia loves making you so wet,because she knows only she can make you wet.
lydia then uses your natural juices as a lube to push her fingers into you. she knows you love it rough,so,lydia goes all in with one push which leads to you moaning out her name. it feeds into her god complex..knowing that you,her little wife,is getting riled up by her,you moan because of her. she continues penetrating you with her slim and long fingers,as she looks at your face: the way your eyes roll back,the sweat that is slowly coming out and dripping down your forehead.
she then took her fingers out,leaving you feeling all empty,but not for long,because she unbuttons her pants where she had her black stap-on. she then slowly puts it at your entrance and goes in,this time she actually kissed your jaw,your earlobe and whispered praises.
"the pain will go away soon,princess,just take it like a good girl you are." you hear her raspy whisper.
the next thing you feel is lydia's hands on your thighs as she slowly picks up the pace while fucking you. she enjoys the feeling of being the superior one,the way you clench on her strap,the way you moan only for her,the way only she gets to make you feel like this.
"no one will make you feel as good as i do,remember that." she says coldly,as if spitting those harsh words onto your face. but you don't care,she is right,no one will ever make you feel so good. it's always lydia and only her.
as she continues fucking your wet cunt,you can feel the orgasm building up,about to come out. you gasp,which is an indicator (for lydia) that you're close. she grabs your hair in a fist,putting your head up,so she can see every little expression on your face.
"don't you dare to stay quiet,i want to hear you moan,slut." she said.
and that's what you did,you obeyed her yet again. as you felt the knot in your lower abdomen snap,your legs shook slightly and your teary eyes rolled back. you let out a gasp,then a raspy moan,which was followed by a loud moaning out of lydia's name.
she loved it. she had a smirk on her handsome face,as she looked down at you and the way your body reacted to her movements.
After all,lydia is the only one for you,no?
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Hope you like it,Anon,first time writting a smut fic! i'm open to take critisism and will try to get better.
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I'm not sure if you are taking requests for Ocean's 8. If you are, could I request Debbie X reader X Lou. Where both of them have a crush on reader . Who is younger , Daphne always flirts with reader the most and they get along , she's tech smart . So a combo of bad ass daredevil minx and tech smart . Or whatever you'd like, sorry if it's silly :)
SECURITY CAMERAS
pairing: lou miller x reader x debbie ocean
word count: 1275
notes and warnings: only note i have is that debbie and lou are in an established relationship w each other in this but not with reader,, but i feel like that’s kinda implied originally!! i loved this request but kinda hate what i wrote i was in a writing slump oops (also i didn’t proofread this)
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You unlocked your phone, forcing yourself to at least pay half-attention to the conversation being held in front of you by the rest of the group.
“How long do you think it will take?” Someone asked, and briefly you glanced up before turning back to your phone.
“Three months,” Debbie answered from a few feet away, “two, if we can get a head start on getting into the security system.”
“I’ve got it,” you said absent-mindedly, maneuvering through passwords on your phone. You’d slunk back into a corner, noticing when another hour had passed since the last time you’d checked, desperate to make sure everything was okay.
You would never admit it to anyone, for it would sound extremely creepy, but you’d hacked into Lou’s phone and were tracking her — she had gone to meet a new potential recruit for the next heist, and none of you had known much about the girl you were trying to hire, other than that she was quite proficient with weapons and fighting. You wanted to make sure Lou got home safe, especially since none of the other women working on the heist with you seemed even relatively concerned about Lou’s whereabouts, even Debbie.
You let out a sigh of relief upon finding that the location of her phone was home.
Just for good measure, you began to hack into her home security system. You knew it was a bit much, but if you could just check the cameras and make sure her car was there, you would know that everything was fine.
“Hey,” you heard, and looked up to find Debbie looming over you. Glancing around you realized that everyone else was packing up to go home. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, “I’m just checking on my car, it’s being repaired.”
“What’s wrong with it?” Debbie asked, and you knew she could see right through you.
“An engine thing.”
“How’d you drive it all the way here to Tammy’s, then?”
You paused. At a complete loss for words you attempted to move away, but she stepped in front of you.
“What’s going on?” She asked, stepping forward, “and don’t lie to me.”
You couldn’t very well tell her that you were looking through the security cameras of her and her wife’s home.
You sighed, relenting, preparing yourself for whatever her reaction would be. “Alright, you really want to know?” You turned your phone for her to see. “I hacked into your security cameras.”
Debbie raised her eyebrows, smirking. “Oh? And why did you do that?”
“No one seemed very concerned about Lou meeting the new girl, so I just wanted to make sure she got home okay.”
“You couldn’t have texted her?”
“I didn’t want to seem invasive. Creepy.”
“So hacking into our home security isn’t creepy?” Debbie challenged, though you could hear the slight amusement in her tone.
You didn’t have any idea how to respond to that. “Sorry,” you said quietly, embarrassment rising in your chest.
“No, it’s okay. I’m just a bit disappointed that it’s only Lou you’re watching.”
“I never said that,” you corrected with a small smile, and she nodded.
“You’re really fucking weird.”
“Ok, James Bond.”
She scoffed. “I’m much more sexy than James Bond.”
“I know,” you agreed, and though her expression stayed set in stone, you knew your agreement had caught her attention.
“Come over tomorrow,” Debbie said abruptly. “You want to know if everything’s fine. Come see for yourself.”
“What time?”
“Whenever you want.”
You nodded, shifting slightly in your stance as her gaze became more intense. “I’ll be there.”
She didn’t give you a response, only dug her keys out of her purse and left smugly, flashing you a glance as if she’d won an unspoken competition.
You arrived the next day just after noon. All morning you’d been dying to see Lou and Debbie, but every time you’d picked up your keys to leave you had made up some excuse of why you needed another half hour, until eventually you had swallowed your excuses and had forced yourself into the car. You were terrified in the best way, enamored with the two women so completely that every interaction you had seemed like the coming of rapture.
You knocked on the door to the theater. It felt like an eternity before Lou approached and let you in, and as you stepped into their home you felt an overwhelming aura of comfort, and a great amount of your nerves melted away. You realized how terribly deeply you loved the both of them, Lou and Debbie, that you could simply be in their presence and all of your worries would melt away.
“We were starting to think you wouldn’t make it,” Lou said, her tone light as she led you into the living room.
“I wouldn’t have missed seeing you.”
“I’m glad,” she answered, continuing into the kitchen. She came back after with a bottle of wine and three glasses, opening it and beginning to pour drinks. “Debbie should be down in a few minutes.”
As if on cue, you heard footsteps as someone descended the stairs, and after a moment Debbie appeared, angelic in every stride, picturesque in the way she sat down on the sofa across from you with such nonchalance.
Your gaze flickered over to Lou, and you noticed that she, too, had been captivated for a moment. The ghost of a smile lingered on her lips as she sat in the armchair next to the sofa.
Feeling unspeakably awkward as the only one still standing, you sat down next to Debbie on the sofa, taking a sip of your wine.
“I stole that from Tammy’s,” Debbie said with a small smile, gesturing to the wine. “I doubt she’ll miss it, with all the shit she has packed in her house.”
“Good call with stealing it,” you said, “Tammy’s the biggest wine snob I’ve ever met, though then again there’s Daphne, and she won’t drink anything unless she thinks the label is pretty.”
“You spend a lot of time with Daphne,” said Lou, her tone completely neutral.
“We’ve known each other for a long time.”
“Seems like it.”
“What does that mean?” You asked, noticing the edge to her tone. You smirked, your gaze flickering between them. “What, you think I’m into Daphne?”
“Aren’t you?”
“She never leaves your side,” Debbie agreed, setting her wine on the table.
“Daphne’s beautiful,” you said, “but I’ve never had my sights set on her.”
“She certainly has hers set on you.”
“I’m not sure I understand why the two of you are so concerned with who I may or may not be seeing,” you criticized. “If you’ve called me all the way out here just to—”
You were cut off by Debbie’s lips connecting with yours, her hand having found its way to your jaw. You were overcome completely by her, only her, entirely bliss.
She was the first to pull away, analyzing your features for any indication of your reaction.
In a silent reassurance you pulled her in again, letting yourself be enveloped once more in the tenderness of her touch.
All at once Lou was on your other side, sitting against the armrest of the sofa. You extended a hand towards her, pulling her closer, and then it was not Debbie to overcome your senses but Lou, and finally you felt complete, at home in a way you had never before felt.
“If I’d known that being a bit of a stalker and hacking your security cameras would get me this,” you breathed after a minute, biting back a smile, “I would have done it a lot sooner.”
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milfp1lled · 1 year
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Who I write for ⚢:
Succession Siobhan “Shiv” Roy
Abbot Elementary Melissa Schemmenti
The Parent Trap Chessy
Ocean’s 8 Lou Miller Debbie Ocean
Elementary Joan Watson
Ted Lasso Rebecca Welton
Everything Everywhere All At Once Joy Wang/Jobu Tupaki
Aubrey Plaza Characters Lenny Busker (Legion) Riley Johnson (Happiest Season)
Kathryn Hahn Characters Jen Barkley (Parks and Rec) Claire Debella (Glass Onion)
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marasmadness · 2 months
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Welcome!
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Hi angels, I’m Mara <3 I’ve been writing for a few different fandoms for a while now but I figured I’d attempt starting something on here so I could answer one shot requests :)
Things I will write: smut, BDSM & most related concepts, 2+partners, dark!characters, etc. ( always feel free to ask)
Characters I’ll write for:
CRIMINAL MINDS
- Emily Prentiss
-Elle Greenaway
-Jennifer Jareau
-Alex Blake
SUPERGIRL
- Lena Luthor
OCEAN’S EIGHT
-Lou Miller
-Debbie Ocean
SEX EDUCATION
- Maeve Wiley
GREY’S
- Addison Montgomery
OUAT
- Emma Swan
- Regina Mills
- Ruby Lucas
WW/1984
- Diana Prince
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