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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...

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.

#cate blancett x you #cate blanchett x reader #cate blanchett #cate blanchett smut #carol aird x you #carol aird x reader #lou miller x you #lou miller x reader #drkmgsstories

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2-the-moon-and-2-saturn · 1 year

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i think that we as a society stopped talking about the blatant homoeroticism in ocean’s 8 far too easily

#the hands you guys #the HANDS #oceans 8 #debbie ocean #lou miller #debbie x lou #loubbie

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dmysterioblog · 2 years

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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.

Rated- ♢♡

Last updated 02/18/23

#fic rec #tony stark x reader #lady tremaine x reader #evelyn deavor x reader #agatha harkness x reader #lilith ritter x reader #loki x reader #valkyrie x reader #kathryn hahn x reader #bucky x you #lou miller #jake lockley x fem!reader #hela x reader #hela odinsdottir x reader #dark!marvel #rhea ripley x reader #damian priest x reader

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blitzosblog · 1 year

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Joel Miller

Refuge: You rescue Joel and Ellie, taking the pair in, feelings start to arise between you and Joel, tensions increase, eventually one of you is going to blow 🥰😈 (Coming soon!)

#last of us #the last of us #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x y/n #Joel miller last of us #joel miller the last of us #lou #tlou #joel miller tlou #video games #fanfic #fanfiction

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blackacre13 · 1 year

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Hi! I so love your writings 😭 and I've seen fanart of loubbie in the snow globe scene on twitter and I immediately think of you. I think you're the the best one to write While You Were Sleeping AU with Debbie as Lucy and Lou as Jack. Of course if you just want to😄 Thanks🫶

Hi anon! Thank you so so much❤️ gah I don’t think I’ve seen that but I’ll have to scope it out because it sounds adorable. I’ve definitely recommended it on here before but @how-to-sit-gay beat me to this AU and did it WAY more Justice than I ever could and is EXACTLY what you are looking for. You just need a cozy blanket and a mug if something warm before you cuddle up with it. (Linked below!) as a bonus, I will also say, the novel Kiss Her Once For Me by Allison Cochurn is a sapphic retelling! The whole time I was like why does this feel like a While You We’re Sleeping AU👀 (turns out it started there!)

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marytylerperry · 1 year

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having always loved the rare Lou/Rose pairing i couldn't help but feel static as i just discovered some kind soul has written for them in AO3 !!!!

#ocean's 8 #lou miller #rose weil #lou x rose #bless you lou/rose shipper

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sapphicforsarahh · 4 months

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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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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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I’ve Got You ~Plutonic!Godmother!Sylvia Chamberlain xFem Goddaughter!Reader

Dead Poets Society

Anderperry

Anderperry NSFW Headcanons*

Knarlie

Knarlie Headcanons

911

Athena Grant

Madam Secretary

Nadine Tolliver Masterlist

Elizabeth McCord Masterlist

Henry McCord

Long Night Reunions ~Nadine x Elizabeth x Henry*

Coming Home for You ~Nadine x Elizabeth x Henry*

Victorious

Jade West

Knives Out

Claire Debella

Baby It’s Cold Outside ~Claire Debella xFem Younger(20s)!CampaignAssistant!Reader ~Holiday Bingo

Sinking My Claws Into You ~Dark!Claire Debella xFem Younger!Wealthy!Reader

The Old Guard

Andromache the Scythian/Andy

The Jurassic Saga

Ellie Sattler

I Need You, Alan ~Ellie Sattler x Alan Grant (Grantler)

Alan Grant

I Need You, Alan ~Ellie Sattler x Alan Grant (Grantler)

Claire Dearing

Ocean’s 8

Lou Miller

Debbi Ocean

Tammy

Don’t Look Up

Brie Evantee

Janie Orlean

Law & Order: SVU

Olivia Benson Masterlist

Alexandra ‘Alex’ Cabot Masterlist

Casey Novak Masterlist

Elizabeth Donnelly Masterlist

Rita Calhoun Masterlist

Amanda Rollins

She’s Been to Hell And Back ~S13!Alex Cabot xFem Wife!Reader(feat. Casey, Rita, Liz, Liv, & Amanda)[MATURE]

Rafael Barba

Taking Care of My Girl ~Dom!Rafael Barba xFem Sub!Girlfriend!Reader

My Guardian Angel ~Broken!Rita Calhoun xFem Younger!Investigator!Reader (Liz Donnelly x Alex Cabot) feat. Rafael Barba & Olivia Benson

Cruella

Baroness Van Hellman

Only Murders in the Building

Jan Bellows

The Good Wife/The Good Fight

Diane Lockhart

Doors Closing

Flux Gourmet

Jan Stevens

The Beekeeper

Jessica Danforth

Stranger Things

Joyce Byers

Doctor Who

Amy Pond

River Song

Homeland

Elizabeth Keane

In Her Time of Need

House of Cards

Heather Dunbar

Hannibal

Frederick Chilton

Elementary

Cassandra Walker

Joan Watson

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That’s all for now, ciao ciao lovelies! 💞💞

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newbakerontheblock · 1 month

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Joel Miller x reader 18+

Summary: set during LOU. Joel comes to see a friend after a hard day. Who cheers him up in the best way.

Warning: smut, 18+ only, blowjob, slight praise(if you squint)

You’re tired from the days work, working as a nurse during a time like this was non stop. You come home and shower, getting into a top and shorts and grabbing a glass of wine. Thankfully Tommy kept you happy and paid with gifts to thank you for all your work. So a day like today, wine was needed. You absentmindedly downed the glass while zoning out on the sofa so you pour yourself another but before you can take a sip there’s a knock on the door.

You’re not surprised to see Joel stood at your door, but you’re taken back by the big frown on his face. Although around others he surely had that frown all the time, but with you he didn’t. You didn’t even need to say anything, you waved him in and started to pour him a whiskey.

You handed him his glass and your fingers touched, you ignored the sensation you felt inside at the smallest of touches. You’ve always felt something towards Joel. But never attempted to let him know, it’d be completely pointless. You’ve never gotten the hint he’s felt anything more for you. You miss the way he held his breath when your fingers grazed and his eyes flash to your lips.

“What’s happened?” You ask, as he sits on the sofa and you sit in the chair opposite.

“Hard day. Just a lot of work to do and not a lot of time.” He replied gruffly.

You study the expression on his face whilst you drink your wine. You had an idea in mind what you could do to cheer him up but wouldn’t be able to handle the rejection if he didn’t want it. So you thought about testing the waters. With just your shorts on you crossed your legs, allowing the shorts to ride up your thighs, and just as you had hoped. Joel watched your movement and eye running up your legs with a hunger.

“Did you need me to help you relax?” You ask innocently, placing the glass on wine in front of you on the coffee table, allowing your top to slip down enough for Joel to notice you had no bra on. He tensed on the sofa, gripping the arm of it tightly, his knuckles whitening.

“How?” The word came out quietly as he was eager to hear what was coming.

“Whatever you’d like.” You were sure you had a little buzz of the wine you was drinking, you’ve never been so upfront with him. But pushing his buttons like this was making you so wet already, you’re sure if you uncrossed your legs right now he’d see the wet patch in your shorts.

Joel didn’t say anything, he kept watching you intently. Trying to judge what you was planning, you licked your lips and stood up. Butterflies were going mad in your stomach as you walked up to him. He looked like he was going to stand up so you shake your head. As you lower yourself to your knees his eyes widen slightly, he’s hoping and praying you’re planning on doing what he thinks. For so long, he’s wondered what it would be like with you. Your lips wrapped around his hard cock as he fights the urge to fuck your mouth until you’re gagging and tears are streaming. Many nights he’s fucked his fist whilst thinking of you riding him, pussy clenching him as you near the edge. Now you’re in front of him on your knees and he’s getting hard already.

“Let me help you.” You whispered while fingers run down his front and under his t shirt.

You waste no time in pushing up his shirt and giving him light kisses along his stomach line. He tenses in anticipation. Yours hands take the time to unbutton his trousers and free his erection from his boxers.

“Oh fuck Joel” you murmur as you look at his cock.

So thick and long. You’re sure he wouldn’t fit completely in your mouth but you were determined to try. Grabbing the base of his cock and giving a light squeeze, he groans from above and leans his head back against the sofa, eyes closed. You take the advantage to lick the tip of him, tasting the precum spilling out.

“Fuck!” He exclaims, head throwing forward as he looks at you.

You look him straight in the eyes and take his cock in your mouth, you’re aware straight away of the size and jaw aching but it was forgotten when you watched his face contort in pleasure. Starting gently you pulled back until just the tip as in your mouth and before you could push down again, Joel’s hip thrust upwards. Making you gag at the size of him.

“Oh fuck. I’m sorry, feels so good. Shit.” He rushes to apologise.

You didn’t know how to put it into words so you decided to show him, you grabbed both of his hands and planted them on the back of your head, allowing him to push your head down deeper.

“You’re such a good girl.” He praises and you clench around nothing.

He doesn’t take long to start fucking your mouth, you hear his breathy moans and grunts as he chases his high. Your hand roams to his balls and gives them a gentle squeeze.

“Oh god, I’m going to cum baby.”

You wanted him to cum in your mouth, you wanted to taste everything he had to offer so you carried on, opening your throat and ready to swallow.

“I’m cumming, fuuuuuck” Joel cries out as he cums, filling your mouth which you swallow down.

As he calms down from his high you look up at him and say,

“Feel better?” With a mischievous grin.

“Fuck yes. Now it’s your turn.” He grabs you and leads you to your room.

I would literally do anything for Pedro pascal 🥵🥵🥵🥵 damnnn. I think I must have read every one of the fanfics about him, had to give this a go. Basically living my fantasties through fics right now 🤣

#joel miller smut #joel miller #pedro pascal #the last of us #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #pedro pascal smut #smut smut smut #smut

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joelswritingmistress · 4 months

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You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 26

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

Fuck. I was addicted. I was done. I was his. The whole cliché fantasy about making love on a bear-skinned rug at a snowy mountain cabin in front of a roaring fire lived up to the hype; especially when my authoritative lover didn't leave a single part of my body untouched.

As I laid in the dim lighting on the living room floor looking up at the ceiling, I placed a hand on my throat where Dr. Miller’s had been as he dirty talked me through a thigh-shaking orgasm.

“Did I hurt you?” He placed a soothing hand over the highest part up my chest and drew his fingers up the sensitive skin of my neck.

I turned to him and smiled. “No.” My eyes closed when he let his fingers tiptoe down between my bare breasts before trailing off at my belly button.

Dr. Miller rested a hand on the curve of my hip and propped himself up onto an elbow beside me. He let the side of his face sit in his palm and stared down at me.

“This house was left to me in a will by a man named Lou Brackett,” Dr. Miller said, holding my stare. “He also left me a big inheritance because he had no family left when he died.”

Finally, some answers. Some. “Who was he?”

“I met him through my old job. I was in my late twenties, he was in his early seventies then and passed away of cancer a short time later. When I was notified that he left me all of this I didn't know what to make of it.”

“Were you close with him?”

Dr. Miller nodded. “But I wouldn't have expected him to give me anything in his will. Certainly not all this.”

“Maybe he looked at you like a son.. or a grandson.” I shrugged, “And if he had no family left, it's better than letting the state just take everything.”

He cleared his throat and nodded, looking at the fire for a moment. “I don't want you to be alone on campus anymore.”

I raised my eyebrows at the sudden subject change.

“I spend a little time in the library sometimes in between work and class,” I admitted.

Dr. Miller made a face. “Well, when it's dark don't walk alone. Even just for a few minutes. That's all it takes. Until this guy is caught I'd rather you not take any chances.”

“Okay.” I nodded.

“If I’m teaching and you can't find someone, text me and I'll act like I forgot something in my car and walk you to yours.”

“I'm really fine,” I assured him. “I know it's really close to home and-”

“I just can't stop thinking about you being alone in the bathroom on campus-”

I leaned up and silenced him with a kiss. My palm pressed into the back of his head and I took over his mouth with my own.

Our lips parted and Dr. Miller pulled me back to him.

“You have to tell me the whole story,” I gasped the words aloud but he kissed me hard again. "About the house. About all of it."

“Okay,” he promised in a whisper, laying me down on my back again.

My eyes closed and wrapped my arms around him as he kissed down my neck. “Okay.”

I wasn’t as concerned for my own safety the same way that Dr. Miller was. I wasn’t acting recklessly by any means, and I still got a chill when I thought of the incident in the bathroom, but studying over notes in the library didn’t exactly put me on high alert.

Dr. Miller, however, was like a hawk watching over its nest. My eyes practically bugged out of my head when I saw him enter the media center. Our eyes met and I smiled, though he moved around the space as if he had another purpose for being there. He conversed with the aging librarian, spoke with a few students who recognized him and then made his way to the table where I sat.

“Will you be alright to go back to the house tonight?” He asked quietly.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“You could always just wait in my office.”

“That would look suspicious.”

“No one would know that you were in there.”

I had the urge to stand up and peck him on the lips. I would have if we were at home but rather I just smiled. “It’s my home now, too, remember?” I grinned, “I have to get into a normal routine.”

Dr. Miller sighed and nodded. I knew he would have had me handcuffed to him if it were plausible; but it wasn’t. “You’re right.” His fingers subtly grazed over mine on the table top and he continued his walk around the library. That was about as much physical interaction we could have on campus. The fact that he had to touch me in some way made me smile to myself.

I tried to focus on the material I was reading, but my eyes kept scanning for him each time he ducked in and out of the stacks. Eventually he made his way back toward me, stuck a post-it note onto my book and smirked at me.

I squinted my eyes and smirked back, staring at the message he’d scribbled down. It was a code to locate a book. K-353-K1521. 3rd row down. 24th Book from the left.

“What’s this?” I whispered, though Dr. Miller didn’t respond. He failed to hold back another devilish smirk and then wandered slowly away toward the doors of the library. I watched him go and he glanced over his shoulder at me before making his way back outside.

I waited a few minutes, so as not to make it obvious, and then rose to my feet with the sticky note in hand and began my little scavenger hunt around the area.

What is this book he wants me to find?

I had to admit, I hadn’t searched library stacks for a book in a very long time, so navigating my way around wasn’t exactly second nature. Most of the time the research I wanted to do was all at the tip of my fingers via my smart phone or lap top.

At the end of each row were labels with letters and numbers. I searched and searched, mostly blindly, until finally coming across K-353 - K1521. I had to admit, I loved the mystery and the games.

My eyes glanced upward and I reached up to the third row, beginning to count across from the left.

One, two, three..

I counted across, going slow so I wouldn’t accidentally skip over one and land on the wrong title.

Twenty-three, twenty-four.

I turned my head to the side to read the title of the book and then removed it from its spot.

Kama Sutra.

I laughed lightly to myself, and then glanced to my left and right before flipping open the book to a random page. I drew a hand over the back of my neck, continuing to grin as I browsed the illustrations on the page that went along with the Padmasana sex position.

As I began to read the description, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I knew who it was.

Make sure you read and do your homework, Dr. Miller’s text read, followed by a second one that made me laugh: Exam tonight.

I typed back, smiling as I did, and snapped a photo of the page I was on. I then decided to discreetly bring the book back to my table.

Should I check the book out? I wondered. I was so shy, I didn’t know if I could face the old lady behind the counter with the book in my hand. I decided to ask Dr. Miller, to which he replied: Take pictures of what you want to do then put the book back. I have a copy at home. I just wanted to get you thinking about it. Sometimes that’s the best kind of foreplay.

It certainly was. I began to flip through the pages of the book, taking pictures of things I wouldn’t mind trying. Dr. Miller was right. After just a minute or two I was already picturing what it would feel like to carry out some of the new positions with him. My face felt flushed and I hoped no one would interrupt the little task he’d put me up to.

My eyes lifted when I sensed someone had crossed past the aisle I was seated in and then I continued what I was doing until there were only about fifteen minutes until my class started. Dr. Miller would be right next door, and from the texts he was already sending me I could tell his thoughts would surely be in the same place as mine for the next several hours.

I finally closed the book and hurried back down to the aisle where I’d taken the book from, setting it back where it belonged. As I squeezed it back between two other books, I saw a pair of eyes peering at me from behind the stack in the next row.

“(Y/N).” They said my name quietly and I stepped backwards in response.

“What?” I swallowed hard and saw movement in the small spaces left available by the rows of books. I was tempted to run out of the aisle and into the main area of the library, though when Trevor emerged I placed a hand over my chest. “Trevor.” I felt relief, “You scared me.”

“I’m sorry,” he practically squeaked, adjusting his glasses.

“It’s fine.” I hoped he hadn’t seen the book I was putting back.

“Are you headed to class?”

“Yeah, I am.” I gave a nod. “Are you?”

“Yeah. I am.” He smiled, echoing my words.

I glanced up at the windows on the walls. It was dark outside. Dr. Miller didn’t want me to be alone. “Want to walk with me?” I asked.

Trevor nodded. “Yeah. Yes. Just.. let me get my stuff.”

“I have to get mine, too,” I told him. “I’ll meet you by the front doors.”

He smiled again and adjusted his glasses before power walking awkwardly down the row. His eyes glanced upward toward the area where I put the Kama Sutra book away and I shuddered to think he might actually know what I had been looking at.

Who cares. I rolled my eyes at myself and then went to retrieve my belongings. I texted Dr. Miller to let him know I was about to be on my way and then strolled to where Trevor was already waiting by the doors, hugging his laptop.

“Ready?” He asked with another Howdy Doody grin.

I nodded and sighed as I stared at the building we were headed to across the green. “Ready.”

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drkmgs · 10 months

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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.

#lou miller x reader #lou miller x you #lou miller x y/n #lou miller x fem! reader #lou miller #cate blanchett x fem! reader #cate blancett x you #cate blanchett x reader #cate blanchett #carol aird x you #carol aird x reader #carol aird #drkmgsstories

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bl4nchetts-lvr · 2 months

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lou millee headcanons plsss

lou miller general headcanons

ship: lou miller x F!reader

word count: TO BE ADDED

genre: SWF 🫶🏻

i headcanon lou as a tsundere,who tries to hide her lovey-dovey relationship with you from the public eye!

definitely is a type of a woman to spoil you rotten.

you want a new bag? more than enough is sent to your bank account. you feel like staying at home and have a "lazy day"? she buys all of you fav snacks,orders a take out of your fav food and chooses the movie she knows you'd love.

she is DEFINITELY a very possesive and overprotective,maybe even jealous,woman.

i headcanon that whenever you drive with her on her bike,everytime she's on the red light she will caress your knee to see if you're cold or no

more than likely won't tell you about her work as a con-artist and EVEN if she tells you,will hide 99% of the details.

i headcanon her as a woman who loves when you wear revealing clothes and is definitely a: "dress however you like,i know how to fight" typa woman🙈🙈

is into neck kisses (loves recieving as much,maybe even more,as giving but would never say it out loud. bro's got an ego)

i lowkey think lou's a smoker

we all know she's a fashionista and would love whenever you put on her clothes and they're quite big for you (cuz she's tall)

she may seem like a very dominant woman,but a little bit of flirting and she's slightly blushing,having butterflies in her stomach and looking away so you dont tease her more

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all done,no NSFW for today🩷

sorry that i took so long,hehe.

wish you all the best💋

-A-

#cate blanchett #cate blanchett x reader #bl4nchetts lover #lou miller x reader #wlw #lydia tar #lydia tar x reader #carol aird x reader #tar #oceans 8 #oceans 8 x reader #lou miller #loubbie

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cowgurrrl · 3 months

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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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heyy victoriaaa!!

i was reading thru your tommy masterlist (because i'm just craving good tommy content) and an idea popped in my head.

if you're taking requests/concepts in, maybe you could do a tommy x reader where reader is shy and "innocent", but to their friend (insert random name) they talk about how badly reader wants to "save a horse, ride a cowboy" w/ tommy miller, and juuust as reader finishes saying that, tommy hears it, so he just spends a week teasing + seducing reader, until she does something about it (maybe tease him right back)

JUST AN IDEA I THOUGHT YOU'D ENJOY! 🤫

MICHELLE—!! Your very much correct because I did in fact enjoy! ❤️

Warning: 18++ (minors y’all better get outta here I stg) smut, PnV. Tommy being such a tease, but it’s okay you get him back.

AN: y’all voted for smut on the poll so I provide, come get y’all juice <3

P.s teehee imagine him looking up at you like this when your riding him 🫣

SUCH A TEASE | T.MILLER

Springtime in Jackson had a lot of benefits, like more animals to be hunted, better harvest with lots of different types of crops which made for better food. The only downside, for you at least was how more precise patrols had to be. When the weather was warmer meant a higher possibility for infected and poachers. Which unfortunately for you meant that Tommy was out slot longer than you would like.

It was nearing ten at night when Tommy, Joel and the others finally arrived back home from patrol. Being stuck dealing with hoards of infected, it came to be no surprise that all he wanted to do was come home and see you.

After packing away his horse and gun, Tommy began his walk down to the Main Street. When it came to you staying up late for him to come home, which was alot more often as of late— Tommy knew exactly where you would be waiting for him.

Down inside the Tipsy Bison you were currently leaning against the bar along with one of your girlfriends, who came to keep you company. You were grateful that she stopped by because you always had the tendency to worry whenever Tommy would, your mind would flip through every worst scenario in your head like a good book. But Louise knew how to distract you, which apparently was by telling you her latest late night rendezvous with a particular coworker of yours.

“Okay Lou, please spare me the details. I’m working with him tomorrow morning and I don’t want to be traumatised.” You giggled, the few drinks the two of you drank together were already beginning to have its effect.

Absently your eyes drifted towards the saloon doors, your boyfriend still nowhere in sight. Sadly no amount of alcohol could ease your worries when it came to Tommy, the man was headstrong— which wasn’t always a good thing. “Hey I’m sure he’s okay.” Louise squeezed your hand reassuringly, despite your bubbly personality, she could still see how worried you were. “Now c’mon enough about me and more about you.”

Tommy smiled when the sound of your laughter filled his ears, after being gone all day all he wanted to do was spend the rest of his night with you. He felt bad, as of late he had been gone out on patrol longer than he was home with you. As he walked up behind you though, he was not expecting his hears to perk up at the mention of his name.

“Oh my God! You're worse than me! Does Tommy know about this?” Louise exclaimed hysterically,

“No-no but it's a thing I swear, I heard it's a saying. ‘Save a horse, ride a cowboy.”

Tommy couldn’t help but raise his brows in surprise, you never mentioned such interests to him before, his sweet innocent baby had a dirty little secret.

His mind instantly flooded him with images of you bucking your hips on top of him, his hands gripping on your warm velvet skin. The moans that would fall out of your mouth as you rolled on top of him as you reached your orgasm.

“Hey Tommy!” Louise called out to him, her pestilential voice rang through his ears. He returned her wave with a painful smile for the sake of niceties.

Your head quickly spun around to look behind you, the man you had been worrying about for the past couple of hours was standing behind you with a wide smile. “Had me worried for a second there.” You mumbled against his denim jacket, his muscly arms engulfing you into his chest. Everything felt perfect again now that you knew he was back safe with you.

"Sorry darlin.” He spoke softly as he kissed your hair, taking in your scent. A quiet groan falling from his mouth but luckily for him it was far too loud for you to hear. Tommy really couldn’t believe that you were hiding this little secret from him, especially one that he was quite fond of.

Tommy had a plan to get it out of you though, that was for sure.

. . .

You had no idea what your boyfriend was up to but you didn’t know how much more you could take. Since that night out with Louise he had been nothing but an absolute tease, and he knew what he was doing. He was always a flirt but he had taken it to a whole new level. His hands wandered more than usual, he flirted way more than he usually would.

What would usually be a quick peck in the morning before work, turned into a steamy kiss with his hands gripping onto your ass; making it absolutely infuriating when he’d pull away with some bullshit excuse. Leaving you high and dry, it was driving you insane!

The morning after your night out with Louise he got you as far as a writhing hot mess with both of your lips locked onto each other, only stopping to take gasps for air. You moaned against his mouth, as his tongue danced against yours. Arousal begins to pool in between your legs as he drops his warm kisses down to the nape of your neck, every now and again sucking on the soft skin.

“S-shit Tommy.” You let out a broken moan, your fingers gripped onto his crimson curls. Tommy couldn’t help the playful smile when an evil idea popped into his head, lifting his lips away from you.

No words left your mouth as it fell agape, your eyes looking up at his confused. “Why don’t you take what you want sweetheart?” Tommy whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. For a moment you stood still in shock, never had he just plainly offered up the power to you like this. You had no idea what to do so instead you sat beside him frozen, noticing the devilish grin on his face.

“I-I dont–” Your head shook in confusion as you stuttered, this wasn’t the first time he had you lost for words like this. Tommy was a flirt, just as bad as he was the night he met you.

“It’s okay baby, why don’t you get ready for work? Wouldn’t want you to be late.” He gave you a chaste kiss on the lips before getting up from the spot beside you on the sofa and moving to the kitchen to make your coffee for the morning. Tommy wasn’t able to wipe the smile off his face as he thought about how wet you’d be all day thanks to him. Maybe you would give in quicker than he thought.

. . .

The next time was a few days after when he informed you that Joel invited the two of you to his home with Ellie for dinner, which you were elated about. Maybe if you were with the company of his brother, Tommy might actually calm down. You were beginning to get agitated with your lack of orgasm in the past couple of days, Tommy was the biggest tease and you didn’t know how long you could hold on.

You figured that he was surely finished with whatever game he was playing.

Well, that was what you thought until you arrived home and moved straight to your shared bedroom to get ready, and out waltzed Tommy in nothing but a towel wrapped around his toned torso. You froze because of course you did, he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

The muscles in his arms flexed as he brushed his teeth but your eyes fixated on his hands, you wondered what he would do with them if you rode him. If he would run them through your hair and pull on the ends so he could leave purple marks on the soft skin of your neck. Or if he would wrap his hands around your neck, taking the air straight out of your lungs.

His hair was still wet, beads of water dripped from his curls onto his bronzed shoulders. The faint remnants of how close you got to getting him the way you wanted only a few days ago. Red scratches lavished his olive skin like an artist's signature on a painting. A sense of pride washed over you with the thought of him taking his shirt off during the hot days in Jackson, how he loved the idea of everyone knowing you were his and vice versa.

You were so busy admiring the man in front of you that you didn’t even realise his eyes on you. When Tommy offered you a wide smile you quickly adverted your gaze, pretending your eyes weren’t just greedily glued to the raven hair path that stopped at the top of his towel. Your cheeks reddened as you turned to get changed, ignoring the pulsating yearning feeling you had to take him right here. Dinner be damned!

Tommy knew that his plan was working from the way you always avoided his gaze when he’d catch you watching him. He was driving you crazy and he knew it, he loved catching you in the act. How flustered and embarrassed you’d get. You wanted him just as much as he needed you.

He had you exactly where he wanted you.

Tommy couldn’t for the life of him, stop thinking about you. His teeth pressed against his knuckles, his eyes would glance back at you as you would speak. His usually soft caramel eyes were nearly black as he undressed you with his eyes. Those devilish denim shorts that were driving him wild, he wanted your thighs wrapped around his waist as he drilled into you. Fuck he needed his hands on you.

You jumped the second Tommy’s hand reached over to graze along the soft skin of your thigh, the two of you sitting beside each other at Joel’s home. Surely he wasn’t going to try anything with his brother and Eillie in the same room? His thumb kneaded your skin as he kept his eyes on Joel, the two of them engrossed in conversation.

You tried to ignore the arousal that was pooling in your underwear, his rough fingers danced dangerously close against the end of your shorts. Silently, you cursed the hot weather for giving your boyfriend the upper hand. Without warning he nonchalantly extended his arm so his pinky grazed against the soft fabric of your underwear.

With a shocked gasp you turned to face him, with eyebrows raised you stared at him I’m disbelief. Tommy only smiled in return as he knocked down the last of his whiskey, sending a wink your way.

‘Oh two could play that game’ You thought to yourself as you stood up, excusing yourself and making your way to the bathroom. You had an idea up your sleeve, for the perfect payback for teasing you all week.

Now it was his turn.

“Y’alright baby?” Tommy teased in your ear as you took your seat beside him, thinking he was getting you all roused up.

Little did he know.

Joel had called Ellie to help him with dessert, this was the perfect time for you to get your revenge. You returned him with an smile, nodding innocently has you placed your hand in his.

Tommy almost felt bad for teasing you all week, especially with small intimate moments like this. When you were happy with something so small, finding comfort just having his larger hands envelope yours. Key word being ‘almost’, moving your hand into your lap Tommy looked down to see what you left in his palm.

Your fucken underwear.

Quickly he stuffed the thin material into his pockets as he covered the smirk off his face with his hand. He was going to get you back for that one.

Dinner couldn’t have finished quicker, the two of you swiftly say your goodbyes to both Joel and Ellie before making your way home in the dark. Your hand instinctively reached out for Tommy’s, which he took before pulling you into his chest. “Pretty good trick you pulled in there.” He mumbled into your hair, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You feigned ignorance, enjoying how the roles were reversed, now it was you that was driving Tommy insane.

As soon as the two of you were in the warm confides of your home Tommy's mouth latched onto yours, pushing till your back came into contact with the wall. You returned him the same amount of desperation, a whole week you had been waiting—you didn’t want to wait any longer. Both of your tongues fought for dominance as you groaned back into him.

“You’re going to be the death of me, women.” Tommy groaned against your mouth, his hot breath fanned against your mouth. “Could say the same for you, y’don’t think I know what you're up to?” You gasped in between touch-starved kisses, it felt like you had been waiting since forever for this moment.

“What was it you were sayin’ the other day to Louise? Telling your friend your dirty little secrets but not your boyfriend.” He tsked, shaking his head as his hands cupped your cheek, almost studying your face to see your reaction. “You heard that?” Your voice jumped, you knew you shouldn’t care. But a part of you worried with the thought of your boyfriend knowing your sexual desires.

“Yeah, n’here I thought you were all innocent, keeping dirty secrets from me.” Instantly you felt your cheeks redden in embarrassment, Tommy actually heard you that night and your drunken rambles. “I–I didn’t–” You stuttered but Tommy quickly shushed you, “I didn’t say it was a bad thing darlin’.” His Texan accent sends chills down your spine.

“Stop talking.” You breathed against his mouth, silencing him by sliding your tongue back into his. “You’ve been teasing me all week, I think it’s only fair if I get what I want.” The fingers you laced through his hair tugged just enough on his curls, a surprised gasp fell from his lips. “Yes ma'am.” Tommy drawled, feeling the blood rushing down in between his legs. Even though he hadn’t yet admit it to you, he loved it when you took control. Since he heard about your secret desire, he couldn’t stop thinking about you riding him and now it was finally happening. He felt like the luckiest man on earth,

Tommy dropped down onto the sofa, shimmying his jeans off in anticipation. His cock springing to life, your eyes instantly glued to the angry red tip that glistened under the light. Standing in front of him you made quick work throwing off your shorts and leaping onto Tommy’s lap. You wasted no time lining yourself up and slowly inching yourself down his thick shaft, a moan falling from your lips as you stretched around his cock.

Your cunt swallowed him eagerly as you started to rock your hips, his cock hitting all the right places. Once you had eventually adjusted to his size you picked up your pace, occasionally lifting your hip to then slide back down to his pelvis. “O-oh shit baby.” Tommy let out a shuddered breath as his head fell back onto the sofa. You felt a sense of pride, seeing how quickly you could render him speechless.

As you grinded into him the familiar arousal began pooling in the pit of your stomach. Tommy teased you all week, getting you so close to climax without you actually orgasming— you weren’t going to last long. And by the gasping mess that was Tommy, you knew he wasn’t going to as well.

Tommy's hands then clasped onto the soft flesh of your hips, you already knew his death grip was going to leave marks—Tommy was a sucker for letting everyone know who belonged to.

Suddenly you were lifted up, only to be slammed back down at a bruising pace. A loud slapping sounds echoes in the room as your thighs collide with his hips, your mouth fell open as you felt his cock hit the top of your cervix.

“Shit Tommy—" you mewled into Tommy's shoulders as you used your momentum to bounce on top of him. You clenched your eyes shut only being able to focus on how perfectly Tommy filled you up, feeling your orgasm fast approaching. “M’gonna come!” You whined as your body trembled, the tight knot in your stomach finally releasing as your orgasm washed over you.

“Oh fuck yeah baby—“ Tommy groaned into you as his dick twitched inside you, with his fingers still dug into your skin he sunk you back down with a bruising force. The two of you caught your breath in each other’s embrace, your hip still twitching as you felt him coating your walls. Neither one of you dared to move. “Holy shit.” You sighed out of breath, slight amusement in your voice.

“Baby, you gotta promise me to do that more often.”

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xxdjsunsetxdxx-blog · 8 months

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Random Ships I Like In No Particular Order:

* Loubbie- Lou Miller x Debbie Ocean- Ocean’s 8

* Sabina x Elena- Charlie’s Angels (2019)

* Macgyver x Riley- MacGyver (2016)

* Magnum x Higgins- Magnum PI (2018)

* Shoot- Shaw x Root- Person of Interest

* Rizzles- Rizzoli x Isles- Rizzoli & Isles

* Wondercheetah- Wonder Woman x Cheetah- DC

* Camren- Camila x Lauren- Fifth Harmony

* Blackhill- Natasha Romanoff x Maria Hill- Marvel

* Xialing x Katy- Shang-Chi

* Peggy Carter x Dottie Underwood- Agent Carter

* Supercorp- Kara Danvers x Lena Luthor- Supergirl

* Daniela x Carla- In The Heights

* Mira Harberg x Laurie- Irma Vep

* Judy Hale x Jen Harding- Dead To Me

* Florence x Madeleine- Gunpowder Milkshake

* Ronance- Robin Buckley x Nancy Wheeler- Stranger Things

* Eleanor x Drea- Do Revenge

* Harlivy- Harley Quinn x Poison Ivy- DC

* Wenclair- Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair- Wednesday

* Meddison- Meredith x Addison- Grey’s Anatomy

* Emily x Stephanie- A Simple Favor

* Mercymaker- Mercy x Widowmaker- Overwatch

* Akko x Diana- Little Witch Academia

* Dovesso- Professor Dovey x Lady Lesso- The School for Good and Evil

* Cassie Lang x Jentorra - Quantumania

* Spideypool- Spider-Man x Deadpool- Marvel

* Superbat- Superman x Batman- DC

* Batman x Catwoman- DC

* Princess Audrey x Wonder Woman- DCAU

* Jon Stewart (Green Lantern) x Hawkgirl (Shayera Hol)- DCAU

* StephCass- Stephanie Brown x Cassandra Cain- DC

* DinahBabs- Black Canary (Dinah Lance) x Oracle (Barbara Gordon)- DC

* DicKory- Nightwing (Dick Grayson) x Starfire (Koriand’r)- DC

* Wondermagic- Wonder Woman x Zatanna- DC

* Daphne x Velma- Scooby-Doo

* Cassie Dewell x Jenny Hoyt- Big Sky

* Choni- Cheryl Blossom x Toni Topaz- Riverdale

* Bechloe- Beca Mitchell x Chloe Beale-Pitch Perfect

* Khalopatra- Kleopatra x Frida Khalo- Clone High

* Talia Burns x Margot Fairmont- First Kill

* Question x Huntress- DCAU

* SuperWonderBat- Superman x Wonder Woman x Batman- DCAU

* Wonderhawk- Wonder Woman x Hawkgirl (Shayera Hol)- DCAU

* Dana Scully x Monica Reyes- X-Files

* Barbara (Barbie) Handler x Gloria- Barbie

* Julethief- Carmen Sandiego x Julia (Jules) Argent- Carmen Sandiego

* Seven Of Nine x Raffi Musiker- Star Trek

* Larissa Weems x Morticia Addams- The Addams Family

* Swanqueen- Emma Swan x Regina Mills- Once Upon A Time

* Alicia Florrick x Kalinda Sharma- The Good Wife

* Danny James x Cable McCrory- Bull

* Kim Possible x Shego- Kim Possible

talk to me abt them if you want :)

couldn’t fit all the tags lol

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goodegrrrl · 2 years

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Halfhearted

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.

#cate blanchett x reader #cate blanchett #lou miller #oceans 8 #lou miller x reader #how is she so unbelievably beautiful

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