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blackacre13 · 9 months

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Debbie lap dance pt 2

Part One Linked above! Here's part two!

“Go ahead,” Debbie panted. “You can touch me. I know you want to.”

“God, yes,” Lou nodded, her nails digging into Debbie’s hips as she pushed her down further against her thigh, encouraging her to grind against her more, Debbie’s breathing starting to get short.

“Keep the money,” Debbie whispered suddenly, her tongue darting out to lick Lou’s earlobe as the blonde cursed. “I want you inside me. Come around back?”

“Debbie,” Lou chuckled, shaking her head, only to be interrupted by Debbie’s hand ghosting along the crotch of her pants as Debbie let out a gasp.

“Are you…packing?” Debbie whispered, licking her lips as her eyes grew darker.

“One way to find out.”

Lou didn’t know what the hell she was doing or how she’d ended up at this club.

She couldn’t lie. It was a club she had frequented a few times before, but lurking around strip joints on a Friday night wasn’t her typical scene. Although the “ladies drink for free” was a typical perk. Hadn’t any of these club owners heard about lesbians?

She’d worked a smooth week. Wallet full of cash. Jobs all running like clockwork. But that meant she was bored. She didn’t need to scrape together random cons this weekend to make ends meet. Her time was her own. And that often led her into dipping into her vices: liquor, cigarettes…sex.

There were the usual suspects she practically had on call and of course, the instant regret of a go-to ex or three that could be fun for the night but only end badly in the morning, but she didn’t want to tread down that road.

So here she was. A place where she knew she could tease herself. Practically edge herself. Let herself be flirted with and danced upon, but she could only look. Not touch. And there was a limit. A bill. And an expectation that she would go home satisfied in a way, but most definitely alone.

So she couldn’t believe that she was standing in the alleyway behind the club with her boot against the wall and a cigarette between her lips, eyes closed as deep, brown ones seemed to bore into her soul.

Debbie, Debbie, Debbie.

Who was she? And why could she read Lou so well, even in an instant?

They didn’t need words or hints or instructions. Their bodies were practically calling out to each other. A siren song.

Lou had been nervous. She shouldn’t have been this drawn to a dancer, but she’d caught sight of her across the bar and knew she had to be the one. And when Debbie asked her what she wanted, Lou had to stop herself from saying “for you to take my last name” and settle for a lap dance instead.

It was intoxicating. Lou thought she should be mortified. Doing this. Paying for this. Letting Debbie tease her professionally. But there was something on Debbie’s face that told Lou she wasn’t alone in this. And when Debbie’s hips started rolling and her position switched to very, truly riding Lou’s thigh and moaning like they were holed away in a bedroom just the two of them and not in a corner of a club, Lou knew it wasn’t just her. And she hoped against all hope that Debbie would want something real. No strings or singles attached.

Lou’s fingers had found their place on Debbie’s hips as if they’d settled there dozens of times before, Debbie whimpering as the tips of her fingers ghosted against hot skin.

Debbie whispering “keep the money” was like a dream. She had to be sure she hadn’t made it up and when Debbie’s hand had found the strap Lou had decided to wear this evening—for some BDE and extra confidence—Lou knew she needed to Fuck this woman. Right then. Right now.

“Coming?” A voice asked suddenly, a metal door near Lou opening and swinging shut heavily before Debbie emerged, a wicked grin on her face, wrapping a trench coat around her barely there outfit and swinging her hair out of her face.

“I was hoping that would be your job tonight, actually,” Lou smirked.

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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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writeouswriter · 1 year

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Reading a fic that's so well written I wish I could close my eyes and just let the descriptions and atmosphere wash over me, but the dilemma with closing my eyes is, well, I then would not be able to continue reading this fic, now would I.

#fanfiction #fanfic #reading #i don't read longform fic very often but this one is so good wow i'm in awe and clicking next chapter next chapter #the movie it's for I'm not even a particular major fan of itself but I am a fan of the character and the ideas and oh my god #they perfect it to a tee in every way even better than the movie could and yet keep their characterization spot on in line with the og #it's amazing the way they balance the humour and banter with the suspense/tension and drama/horror #and their descriptions are gorgeous/pick out just the right details #their follow-up is more canonical to me as a sequel than the actual official sequel which is wrong in so many ways #and I am in love with their writing style so much my god #i'll say the fic if asked probably will honestly make a rec post for it when I'm done just because wow but here i'm just vague posting #i mean it's 10 yrs old and I've been reading fic for 8-9 yrs and it is truly one of the best I've read in all of that #from all my tags I mean you can labour a guess for the fandom or fic and if you were to guess it wow good job I'd be impressed #but anyway !!! love finding masterpieces I hope this person decided to become an author in those 10 yrs almost *sobs*#I'm gonna say the fic anyway whatever it's From Out the Ocean Risen by Bluestar god it's good (for p/acific r/im)

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oceanpanic · 10 months

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I posted 2 One-shots on Ao3!!!

I Wanna Cuddle (Lou Miller/reader)

L.O.L (Also Lou Miller/reader)

My account on there is @ Carol_Lesbian_8

#lou miller x reader #cate blanchett #lou miller #ocean's 8 #a03 fanfic #Ao3 #lesbian #ocean's eight #ocean's 8 fanfiction

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waitingfortheendtocome · 2 months

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PLEASE READ THIS AND REBLOG

I'm not sure if the word has spread here or anyone knows but I figured I'll post something and give a heads up in case someone doesn't know.

This goes out to ALL the fanfic writers I follow. Please reblog and spread the heads up and warning. If you post fanfics here, wattpad, fanfiction dot net, or AO3 please be aware that there has been a massive rise in random terrible people/users downloading/stealing fanfic writers fanfiction stories printing them out, binding them AND SELLING THEM illegally without the knowledge of the original author which as fanfic writers especially those of who writes and has been doing it for a long time and others even since even Quizilla know is illegal and is rule number one.

For those who need a reminder if this gets read by anyone pulling this stunt you are putting the writers at risk for your own profit. What you're doing is illegal. Rule number one: fanfic is free and you should NEVER profit off fanfiction. You are not the original author or creator of these works. And to the people actually buying them shame on you.

Please report any seller that you see whom is selling these fanfic binded books. They are selling them on Etzy and have also migrated to tiktok shop so if you use any of those Please be on the lookout and report them to have them removed.

I apologize for any grammatic error I'm on my phone and just wanted to get this out there before I forget is also very late.

I'm going to tag as many Fandoms fanfic writers as I think of but if anyone who sees this thinks of one please tag and reblog to spread the word.

TLDR: People are stealing fanfic stories off AO3, wattpad, fanfiction dot net so they can bind them and sell them illegally without the knowledge of the writers on etzy and tiktok shop or any other site they can think off but the ones I know they are using is those two. Selling fanfic is illegal and profiting off fanfics is illegal.

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penna-nomen · 7 months

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From the “Ask Away” Ask Game, I’m so curious about plot ideas you have brewing away that you haven’t yet written! What can you tell us?

Thanks for asking @edupunkn00b!

Last night I read through the Flufftober prompts, and my mind is swimming with ideas that don't have much plot :)

However, I try to post a bigger story around the end of each year, and this year the inspiration comes from Ocean's 8, a movie I absolutely loved. I've been wanting to write a women-driven heist story ever since I saw the movie. The fandom I have in mind for it (White Collar) centers on two men, but there are great women both in canon and in the AU I've built around it.

So far I've figured out the target of the heist and the roles I'll need. Still figuring out who will take which role, and I'm hoping to add in a twist like the Oceans movies and the Leverage franchise does.

They won't be robbing the Met Gala, but there will be gowns and jewels. My nickname for the story is Fashion Caper

#ask game #fanfic #white collar #caffrey conversation #oceans 8

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fckmilleerr · 10 months

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hey i just posted a rophne fanfic on ao3, if you read it i would really appreciate it because i'm new to that platform and it's kind of scary. Also the ocean's 8 fandom and the rophne shippers are incredibly dead. but there was nothing to lose by trying.

It sucks a bit, but I really wanted to post it.

#rophne #rose weil #daphne kluger #ocean’s 8 #ocean’s eight #saphic #wlw ship #anne hathaway #helena bonham carter #daphne x rose #daphne #kluger #rose #Weil #fanfic #Ao3

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saiditallbefore · 4 months

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11 Yuletide fic recs at my dreamwidth for Carmilla, Dark Matter, Dracula, Fear Street, Ice Princess, Ocean's 8, Poker Face, and Scholomance!

#the scholomance #poker face #fear street #fic recs #dark matter #oceans 8 #carmilla #dracula #fanfic

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edenblanchett · 6 months

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lathalea · 2 years

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No Strings Attached

One of the entries for the Armitage Summer Splash event.

WEEK 1 - PROMPT 4

Trope: Betrayal Quote: “You’re the best thing that happened to me.”

Relationships: Claude Becker x OC Rating: T

You can find this fic on AO3.

No Strings Attached

She had sinfully long legs, the body of a haute couture model, a purple buzz cut, and Claude could barely keep his eyes off her. He had no idea why a girl like her would work as a security officer at a museum, but as long as she smiled at him whenever he visited The Met, life was good.

“Good morning, Mr Becker, back so soon?” she raised one of her pierced eyebrows.

“I had a feeling you might have been missing me, Maya,” he winked at her. This was one of his well-rehearsed signature moves that – along with the low timbre of his voice – had a very specific effect on women.

But Maya seemed immune to his charms. Once again.

“I had a feeling you might have been missing monsieur Monet and his water lily pond,” she retorted.

“You know me all too well,” he offered her one of his most charming smiles. “I may have a weakness for Monet… and beautiful flowers.”

“Oh well, then today is not your lucky day, I’m afraid,” Maya said, once again ignoring his veiled compliment. “The Bridge over a Pond of Water Lilies is undergoing conservation treatment and won’t be back for some time.”

Claude schooled his face into a neutral expression. Taking the painting straight from the museum wall seemed like an almost impossible feat. Gaining access to the Conservation Center however, might give him much better odds.

“What a shame,” he gave out a sigh, considering his options. “I guess I’ll spend my morning elsewhere. Have a great day ahead, Maya!”

With these words, he turned towards the exit.

“What happened to inviting me for a coffee before you go?” Her words made Claude stop in his tracks. Since he started working out the museum’s layout and its security systems several months ago, it became customary for him to try his luck with Maya. Every single time she said ‘no’.

Until now. He would not let a chance like this slip away.

“I know a great coffee place nearby, interested?” He tried his luck one more time and added innocently, “No strings attached!”

“My shift ends at two,” she simply said.

“I’ll be waiting,” he purred.

***

“It’s going to be fifty-fifty or the deal is off,” Maya blew out a cloud of cigarette smoke in Claude’s direction.

“Sixty-forty. That’s my final word. I have a client who is willing to pay a fortune for that Monet,” Claude retorted.

“Yeah, but I’m the one who is sleeping with the Chief of Security, not you. Without me, you will never get those codes,” she looked at him with a challenge in her eyes.

Claude swallowed. Maya was not only defiant, but also she knew what she wanted. Oh, boy.

“Have it your way. But if anything goes wrong, the deal is off,” he managed to say.

“And if I give you the security codes to the Conservation Center, I’ll get my fifty procent.”

“You will. We split up the money and never see each other again,” his own voice sounded perfectly smooth.

“No strings attached, huh?” Maya gave him a lopsided smile.

“Yup, no strings attached,” Claude nodded.

He knew she knew he was lying, but that did not bother him that much. He knew she was lying too.

What a woman.

***

“Got it!” Claude slid into the car as quickly as he could. “Drive!”

Holding the long, narrow case that contained the precious painting, he stole a glance at Maya. She was a natural behind the wheel. The colourful evening lights painted abstract shapes on her face, making him think of one of Paul Klee’s works. He even allowed himself to wonder what she would look at dawn in his bed, her smooth, tawny skin glowing with the first light of the day, like a canvas under the paintbrush of a master painter. That image was worthy of Vermeer himself.

“We did it!” She exclaimed, interrupting his daydreaming. “We’re going to be filthy rich!”

We. He cheered along with her.

“At this time tomorrow, we’ll have our money. And then, I’m inviting you for dinner. To celebrate. I’m quite a decent cook, you know.”

She eyed him and then spoke after a pause, “I just might take you up on this offer. But now – let’s put some miles between us and the museum.”

After two car changes they left the city behind, heading west. There was one more place they needed to visit before making the deal.

***

“How do you mean it’s fake, Yanni?!”

“Fake. F-A-K-E. A copy. A very good one, though. I’m sorry, Claude, my boy,” the older man looked at him from above his half-moon spectacles.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Maya leaned against the table where the priceless canvas was now displayed. “Are you saying it was all for nothing?”

“It has to be a mistake!” Claude protested.

“Take a good look at this place,” Yanni moved the magnifying glass towards him. “Bottom left corner. See? A water lily should be here, next to this leaf. But it’s not there. It is clear that whoever made it, did it on purpose.”

Claude felt sudden tightness in his chest. After staring at the painting for endless hours, he knew every inch of this canvas by heart. He did not even need to look at the image on Yanni’s computer screen that showed the real thing.

“Some bastard must have replaced the original painting with this one before you got there,” Maya groaned.

“But how? Why?” He whispered to himself, casting a glance at her.

Their eyes met. “There was another thief,” they said in unison.

***

“You’re the best thing that happened to me,” Maya’s luscious murmur reached him.

“Why thank you,” Claude grinned and pressed his lips to her naked shoulder. She lay beside him among the Egyptian cotton sheets of his bed, looking even more stunning than he imagined. The first rays of sun brought out the glow of her skin in a way that could not be captured by any painter, he decided.

“I wasn’t talking to you, Claude,” she hummed, her eyes set somewhere above him.

“Oh?” He frowned. She seemed quite satisfied with him just a few moments ago.

“I was talking to monsieur Monet here,” she tilted her head towards the painting that hung on the wall. It depicted a bridge that arched over a green lily pond.

“This copy? How can it be the best thing? It’s worthless!” he protested.

“Not really. It earned me a nice dinner.”

“What about the night that came afterwards?” Claud murmured into her ear.

“Well… it had its moments,” she admitted reluctantly.

“Only moments? Let me fix it, then,” his hand trailed down the smooth plain of her belly.

She gave out a non-committal hum. What a tease.

“But first,” Claude lowered his voice to a barely audible rumble, “Let me tell you about the probable location of the Portrait of a Young Man. Do you have any idea how much this painting is going to be worth if it is found?”

“Claude…”

“Hmmm?”

“Don’t stop. I love it when you talk dirty.”

***

The painting – the fake – was gone. Together with Maya. And Claude had a pounding headache after sleeping for sixteen hours straight. There had to be something in that wine they drank with dinner. He had not even woken up when she removed the painting from the frame and left.

Now he kept on staring at a Polaroid picture of her holding the canvas to the camera – or rather its bottom left corner. Claude blinked. Now the missing water lily was in its place.

“Shit!” He turned the photo over.

On its back, there was Maya’s neat handwriting: “You wouldn’t believe the magic a paintings conservator can do. Or maybe you do now. Thanks for helping out, Claude. It was fun, but… no strings attached, right? P.S. Good luck with the Portrait of a Young Man!”

Oh yes, Claude Becker was definitely planning to go after that missing portrait. But first – he was going to find Maya. And the painting. All strings attached.

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blackacre13 · 11 months

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lou bending debbie over their car bcz debbie cant wait since she realize lou’s packing while they’re out

“No patience, Ocean,” Lou tsked, shaking her head at the other woman as they crossed the parking lot. The blonde’s arms were wrapped around the brunette’s waist protectively as she looked sideways down the street, cars rolling along the slick dark, street. It must have rained while they’d been in the theater.

“I thought that movie would never end,” Debbie groaned, stopping them mid-walk as her fingers tangled in Lou’s hair at the base of her neck. “I just had to get my hands on you.”

“They were,” Lou smirked. “All over me, babe. The entire movie. Need I remind you that you were the one who chose the movie?”

“Only because you suggested we go in the first place,” Debbie pointed out. “But now,” she grinned, tugging Lou towards her by the lapels of her leather jacket. “Now all I want is you.”

“Not all the time?” The blonde gasped, switching their positions as she backed Debbie towards their parked car.

“You know what I mean, baby,” Debbie huffed, pouting her lips as she crossed her arms.

“I dunno, Debs. Already getting pretty late,” Lou feigned, checking her watch. “And the weather looks a bit rough. Plus, you know I told Danny I’d have you back at a decent time and—“

“Since when have you ever been one to follow the rules?” Debbie whispered, pulling Lou in closer.

The blonde groaned, her lips right up against the skin of Debbie’s neck.

“I said I’d bring you home, Debs,” Lou murmured before grazing her teeth against her neck. “I never said anything about leaving you there by yourself.”

“That’s more like it,” Debbie blinked, her lips growing into a cocky smile until Lou’s thigh shoved between her legs making the brunette moan quietly. “Lou, baby, what if we just—“

“Just used this abandoned parking lot to our advantage?” Lou asked in a low voice. Her fingers tucked themselves into the waistband of Debbie’s jeans, slinking a single finger even lower, sliding down into Debbie’s panties and running a finger through the slick heat that was waiting between her folds. “Someone got a little excited during that terrible delay of a movie, huh?”

“Don’t tease,” Debbie exhaled. But Lou was slipping the finger out of Debbie’s pants and pushing it into her own mouth, sucking on it until their eyes popped and Lou could release it with a sickening grin.

“But it’s so fun,” Lou whispered, walking her fingers up over Debbie’s stomach to her ribs to her chest, pushing her back against the hood of the car, the hood and Lou’s thigh balancing the brunette just before she hit it, arms immediately cradling her. “And if you had just been a little bit more patient, love, I could have taken you home. Dropped you off out front. Given you a goodnight kiss like the perfect little girlfriend so Danny could give your daddy a good report for the night and just after the porch light went out, I would obviously have used the broken rain gutter out back to climb up and through your window.”

“Yeah?” Debbie breathed, groaning with disappointment as Lou’s thigh disappeared from between her own. But then Lou’s hips were pressed up against hers, rolling down against her, surprise and then recognition coating Debbie’s face.

“Probably waiting there, all twisted up and tight, desperate for just a little something. Anything. Just to take the edge off. Maybe taking matters into your own hands….quite literally.”

“Lou,” Debbie panted, the blonde rolling her hips against her again, her weight pressing down against her as Debbie’s fingers dug at her shoulders. “Are you—“

“And sure, you could have gotten yourself off like that,” Lou shrugged. “Or you could’ve let me take a stab at it,” Lou grinned, now grinding against Debbie with a vigor as she moaned, absolutely feeling the pressure of something hard against her jets as their hips rolled against each other.

“Fuck, Lou, that’s what I want, baby. Please.”

“Could’ve had you home on time. Daddy’s perfect little girl,” Lou snickered, but then she was close to Debbie’s ear, hot breath blowing against her as her voice dropped. “And then you could’ve been a good girl for Daddy and let me fuck you with my strap until you just….can’t….take it….anymore.”

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sapphicforsarahh · 2 months

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best hands i've ever seen

ship: loubbie x fem!reader

word count: 800+

warnings: dom!loubbie x sub!reader, no smut (yet), dom and sub themes, sexting

synopsis: debbie and lou are looking for a new crew mate for the newest heist plan, that's when you catch their eye.

A/N: let me know what you think of this and whether you'd like a second part!

"Deb, I'm telling you, this girl has some of the best hands I've seen," she whispers to her wife. Both of them watch as you perform magic tricks to people who are stupid enough to fall for them. "Look, watch this," Lou leans forwards from her chair and watches you attentively. Your hands cleverly moved to show the participants correct cards. As they looked at their friends in shock and awe, you confidently slip the gold engagement ring, decorated with a diamond, off this woman's finger and secretively slip it into your pocket, without a single one of them realising.

"Not too bad," Debbie agrees and Lou smirks in return. "A pretty girl too," Lou adds, Debbie hums in agreement. After the bystanders had walked off, it was just you left with Debbie and Lou in the distance. "What do you say Deb?", Lou tries to convince Debbie to consider you, knowing their could be other benefits of having you on the team. "Sure," Debbie says a bit more easily than Lou would've thought. Without another word, Debbie stands up, Lou quick to follow her and the couple begin to approach you.

You're sitting on your bucket, counting your previously 'earned' dollars when you hear an Australian voice grab your attention. "Hey, can I hel-", you look up to see the older couple. Jesus, were they beautiful. All the thoughts in your head disappeared and you somehow managed to mumble out, "is there anything I can do for you ladies?". Debbie chuckles out, "we've got a charmer here."

One of the women stood with a dark, grey trench coat that pretty much hid her entirely black outfit, but still managed for her stiletto heels to stick out. The other, a blonde, stood taller with a sophisticated yet sexy leopard print coat. The dark, green lapels of her blazer were peeking through and you noticed her chest and hands were complimented by stacks of jewellery, most likely 24 carat gold.

"Me and my wife here noticed how skillful you are with your hands," Debbie started, taking off her shades and looking down at you with alluring deep, brown eyes. "We were wondering, if you could help us with something?" Lou added, also taking off her sunglasses, her eyes juxtaposed with her wife, as she met your gaze with light, blue ones.

You clear your throat with anxiousness, wondering what these women had proposed to you. "Uh, what is it?", you finally plucked up the courage to ask. "Come with us sweetheart, we'll explain everything," Lou said, placing her fingertips on your chin, making the power dynamic even greater.

You nod obediently, not wanting to upset these clearly powerful women. Debbie and Lou stand to the side whilst they watch you collect your things. "She's obedient isn't she," Lou chuckled, grabbing onto the lower of her wife's back. "Always a good thing, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Debbie looks at her wife with a raised brow, knowing her full intentions with this girl. As Lou was going to answer, you walked over with your bag on your back and ready to follow these women to wherever they were taking you.

"Let's get going, I bet you're eager to find out what we want, aren't you sweet girl?", Lou teases, walking forward and placing her hand on your back. "Yeah," you managed to squeak out, before the the two women pushed you into the taxi. Debbie sat in the front, whilst Lou got in the back with you. You tried to distract yourself by looking outside the window but you just couldn't concentrate on anything else apart from the insanely good-looking blonde next to you. Finally, you decide to stare at your feet and choose that as the safest option. The sound of Lou's ruffling coat caught your attention but you didn't look up. She took her phone from her pocket and looked at the notification from Debbie.

| Debbie: finish what you were going to say earlier love x.

You silently watch Lou smirk and quickly text back:

| Lou: i was going to say she’d be a good toy x.

she listened to every word we said without questioning it, we could break her in no time x.

Your eyes widened in shock at how these two women were talking about you. I mean would you really want that? Maybe you would!

| Debbie: good call baby, we'll discuss when we're back home x speaking of, i need you to take care of me once we're back i need you so badly honey x

You really try hard to hold back any reaction to the obvious sexting that's occurring in the back of this taxi, and it must've worked because all you hear is a small groan from Lou before she put her phone away.

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florashifting · 7 months

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Alright yall I'm finna read some fanfiction, finish watching genera+ion, and then finish watching oceans 8.

#schedule #im so happy #im so normal #this is so fun #ocean 8 #oceans 8 #sandra bullock #anne hathaway #cate blanchett #genera+ion #generation hbo #fanfiction #fanfic

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amerrierworld · 1 year

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I’m curious and itching for some new muses for writing…

send me a character and a song title with it, I’ll write something based on them and the song 👀

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romangae · 2 years

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Ocean’s 8 fans getting ready to rant about how Lou and Debbie should’ve been canon:

#oceans 8 #lou and debbie #gay panic #fanfics

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