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thetempleofthemasaigoddess · 11 months

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Being the group's bodyguard and being in love with Rose would involve...

Rose Weil x reader

This is probably going to interest absolutely no one, but I have been wanting to write it for years!

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🌹 You have always been a very active person, a lover of physical exercise. You have started to do combat sports when you were still a little girl: boxing, kick-boxing, jiu-jitsu, karate, muay thai, you have tried them all, becoming in the end a formidable fighter.

🌹 Your career as a professional fighter starts when you are still a little girl, and for years you are one of the most respected fighters in the country, winning many prizes and living your best life... until an head injury, received during the final of an important championship, puts an end to your fighting career.

🌹 The next few years are the saddest and most purposeless of your life; fighting was your life, the only profession you could ever practice, and you know you could never be happy as a shop assistant, a teacher or a lawyer. You have no education, since you left school as soon as you legally could to focus on your fighting career, you are too old to go back studying anyway, and while you still have some money put aside to support yourself, you know that sooner or later you will have to find something to do, instead of spending whole weeks watching sports on TV and crying over your sad destiny, but what? There is absolutely nothing that interests you, nothing you could give your blood for and that makes adrenaline run in your veins as stepping in the ring, or on the tatami, did...

🌹 The person who unexpectedly comes to free you from that torpor of melanchony and regret is Debbie Ocean, a former school friend you had lost contact with decades ago but whose family's reputation, and penchant for mischief, you still remember. A couple times in school you had intervened to defend her from some older students who had accused her of selling them fake test answer sheets (she had.). She remembered you, and had heard of your head injury and consequent fall into disgrace; and now she has come to recruit you for her heist as a... security specialist.

🌹 "Listen, Debbie, I appreciate the offer but I am not going to kill or hurt anyone for you. I am... was... an athlete, not an hitman." "I am not asking you to hurt anyone; we are not even going to use guns"." she reassures you; she told you she just came out of prison, which is the least surprising thing ever "But we need someone to take care of the group's security in case someone tries to hurt us. You are a one woman army, (name); who could be better than you for the job? You will be paid, of course, and very well."

🌹 The offer is... interesting, you must admit, given the generous remuneration you are promised, which obviously would come in handy, as well as because, well, how often does a former school mate comes to enlist you in a band of jewelry thieves? You have always been a law-abiding person, but in the end Debbie does not plan on stealing from people who actually need the money, and this is the first thing that attracts your attention ever since the injury, diverting it from the sad, lonely routine your life has become.

🌹 If you are successful, you reason, you won't have to worry about money or search for a job ever again, which would be nice; and if you are not successful, and you and the rest of Debbie's band are arrested, at least you won't have to worry what you will do for the rest of your life, or at least where you will spend it...

🌹 “Ok. I’m in.”

🌹 Debbie brings the group together, and you are shaking hands with a suburban mom, an hacker and a street hustler, when your eyes fall on a shorter blonde woman... and your heart stops for a bit.

🌹It would be an exaggeration to say you have always been a fashion lover, or even just that you coordinate your outfits every day and follow the latest trends in the magazines, but Rose Weil was a pretty popular designer when you were younger, and it would have been hard not to know who she was. Surprisingly, browsing a fashion magazine you had found in the gym, or absent-mindedly watching a fashion show in TV as you waited for one that interested you, you discovered you actually liked her style: the clothes she designed were original, elegant yet practical, full of vibrant colors and original cuts. You would never feel comfortable with that sort of clothes, being more of a tank-and-shorts kind of woman and because you did not think you had the physique and the posture for it, but you liked what she did.

🌹 And you also liked her, a lot, since the first time you saw the petite blonde woman on TV answering to an interviewer's questions, your heart missed a beat; she was beautiful, and smart and talented, and who knows, maybe one day Rose would create a sportswear line, and then you could actually wear her creations...

🌹 Even though you were ready to bet she was twice as talented as any other designer in the country, Rose's latest collections had been panned by critics, and she had faded into obscurity. You had been strongly disappointed, feeling a sort of kinship with her -after all, had you both not lost what made you successful and fulfilled, either because the public did not understand your vision or you had not been quick enough to avoid a career-ending blow?- but you never thought you would see her in person... and here she is, in front of you, as beautiful as you remembered from the fashion shows you only watched because of her, even though they bore you to death...

🌹 "H-Hi, I am (full name), a former school friend of Debbie. I will take care of you - I mean, I will ensure the security of all of you." you introduce yourself, feeling way more nervous than at your most important matches, and praying she cannot see you are blushing. Rose shakes your hand as she looks you over, and while she had privately thought the group didn't need a bodyguard until a moment ago, she immediately decides she was wrong - or at least, that she is happy Debbie chose you for the job.

🌹 In the following days you and Rose quickly become friends, and while you can't forget the huge crush you had on her, and that is back in full force now that you have actually met the object of your desires, you learn to appreciate her quirky, clever yet self-conscious personality, the capable designer who has been forced to join a heist because she is in debt with the IRS. You are a pretty odd couple but you get along very well, so much that Debbie and Lou decide to send you with Rose to Cartier to examine the necklace, acting as her assistant and bodyguard.

🌹 You have never found anything as sexy and enticing as Rose's voice when she speaks French; she mistakes your blushing for envy and offers to teach you. You are initially resentful of Daphne, who Rose has to meet pretending to offer her services for the MET Gala, fearing the younger, sexy and self-assured woman will attract your friend's attention. It doesn't, since Rose has already started developing feelings for you.

🌹 The two of you discuss each other's fall from grace. You are outraged that the fashion world did not recognize her talent, while Rose is sincerely saddened a single blow was enough to end your career, many years before than you expected. You recognize that you are both going through a similar predicament: you have lost what you enjoyed doing and gave a direction to your life, and now you don't know what to do with your time in the future.

🌹 "You could go back designing clothes; once you have paid your debts, you could open a new fashion house, and sooner or later everyone will recognize how talented you are." you propose, and Rose thinks about it for a while before answering that while she cannot see herself working anywhere but in the fashion industry, she would rather re-start with something small, maybe selling her creations through a shop, to get her confidence back and learn from her past mistakes.

🌹 "I envy you; I cannot go back doing what I did, and there is nothing I could do, and be happy with it, but to be a fighter, so I don't really know what I will do with my life..." you sigh, and Rose, sitting next to you, looks at you, hating how dejected you look. "Could you not work in the world of combat sports, just not at a fighter?" she proposes, and you blink. "What?" "Well, as a talented fighter, there must be someone interested in your competence. You could become a trainer, or open a gym that focuses on teaching combat sports. There are also former athletes that become spokespeople, sport commentators, and a lot of other things. You could be anything you want, believe me; you are clearly tenacious and smart enough."

🌹 It is... an interesting idea, one you decide to seriously reflect on, but the thing you appreciate the most is Rose taking an interest in your life and complimenting you. You are enjoying the moment so much that when she timidly speaks again, you completely miss her words. "What? Sorry, did you say something?" "I... I was wondering if you wanted to get a drink, tonight. Wi-with me." Rose repeats; she is stuttering, but takes courage seeing that your expression is that of a woman who has received the best present of her life "There is a little bar not far from here..."

🌹 Obviously you accept, flattered and happy. You and Rose spend a lovely evening sharing a drink at the bar and then taking a walk in the city, talking and having fun together as if you had known each other for decades. You still think she is out of your league -and don't know she is thinking the very same thing about you- but enjoy her company nonetheless. At one point you stop next to a little park to admire the view, a man runs past you... and grabs Rose's bag, snatching it from her. She screams, and you, not even thinking about it, run after the man, that you soon reach and punch violently in the face, forcing him to leave Rose's bag.

🌹 You are breathless -you have trained as a fighter, not a runner, and that guy was fast!- but the grateful smile Rose gives you makes the effort more than worthy; and then she kisses you on the cheek in thanks, and you spend the rest of the night feeling on cloud nine.

🌹 In time, you also confess how much of a fan of her fashion house you have always been, which flatters Rose to no end. “I would have never worn them, though, obviously; your clothes, I mean.” “How so?” “Well... look at me.” you point out, surprised you need to explain it “I don’t exactly have the body tipe for high fashion, do I? A dress by you, no matter how elegant, would be wasted on an person as ungraceful as me. I have always worn sports clothing, jeans and trainers at best; with a dress and heels I would probably look ridiculous.” Rose does not comment, but you can clearly see she disagrees.

🌹 In the end, you and your allies' mission begins; you have to intervene three times to protect Rose and the others from those who would hurt you, and in the end you are 34 million dollars (34 million dollars!) richer; Debbie shakes your hand and thanks you for your help, while you admit you are the one who should be grateful, and you are, because she gave you the first opportunity to feel strong, capable, in control -in a word, alive- in so many years. You are not only talking about the heist and you both know it.

🌹 Still, when it is time for you and Rose to part, everything you would like to say to her, express your feelings, tell her how much you loved meeting her and wish to give your relationship time to evolve, does not come out. You have always been shy in matters of the heart, and telling another person you are interested in them is next to impossible for you, the intensity of those feelings notwithstanding. You strongly suspect that your crush for Rose has become something much more serious and enduring, but you need to tell her, because if you hesitate now, you might never see her again...

🌹 "So... it was great meeting you. Good luck for everything, take care of yourself." These are the last words you say to her, and you regret them as soon as they leave your lips, and Rose, who has been waiting anxiously for you to speak, looks so disappointed tears have filled her eyes. "Yeah... you too." she murmurs, and after an awkward hug, you part, seemingly forever.

🌹 Time passes. You return home and, acting on Rose's suggestion, open a gym to teach combat sports; you buy and refurbish an abandoned building, hire other former athletes you knew and respected from your time as a fighter as trainers, and offer free classes to kids from low-income families or neighborhoods. You soon find out you love it, much more than as a simple diversion to occupy your time with; you learned a lot by your trainers, even when you were already an experienced fighter, and it is a genuine joy to pass your experience and knowledge to younger athletes, to help them achieve their potential or even more importantly to give them a direction in life, a way to channel their energy in a constructive manner, teach them discipline and keep them away from the streets. Your good name as a fighter has not been forgotten and soon the gym attracts a high number of pupils, and so you keep yourself busy, and productive, and happy, for the first time in many years.

🌹You have heard that Rose has started designing clothes again, selling them through a shop she manages personally as she told you was her intention, but six months pass before you have the courage to look for her; your friendship had lasted only for a few weeks, the most insecure part of you keeps whispering in your ear, and while you had really bonded, whatever feelings she might have harboured for you must have been forgotten, maybe -and how it hurts to think that!- in favour of someone else, younger and prettier and more elegant...

🌹 In the end you decide to try, no matter how embarassing it might be, because otherwise you know you will regret it forever. You wear your best clothes and even put some make up on, buy some flowers and go, determined to ask Rose out for a date. You come into the shop, find her fixing a beautiful dress on a mannequin... and when she sees you, she almost screams. "(name)! It is you!"

🌹She is clearly happy to see you, flattered to receive your flowers and happy to know you have followed her advice to open a gym, but before you can say -stutter, most likely- what you actually came to see her for, she quickly leaves to reach the back of the shop, and comes back a minute later with a large, flat box. "I would have come to see you soon. I am sorry it took me so long, this literally arrived this morning, I had to change the design five times because it never seemed right, didn’t seem you... but I hope you like it."

🌹 She offers you the box, that you open with shaking hands. Neatly folded inside there is a dress, the most beautiful dress you have ever seen, in the style that you had admired the most among Rose's creations, years ago, with coordinated shoes, a jacket and even jewels. It fits you perfectly, and you had no idea how Rose did it since you never told her your size -can she tell just looking at you, since after all she is an experieced designer? Or has she looked at, and cares for, you so much that she has memorized your body shape, as well as what you would look best in and be happiest to wear?- but of one thing you are sure: it is the best present you have ever received, not least because it is her gifting her to you.

🌹 "Thank you, I... I do not know what to say, I cannot wait to put it on..." you say, and Rose smiles, and for a precious, beautiful minute, it is like you are understanding each other, your fears and your hopes and your feelings, without the need to speak them out loud. You take a deep breath and add: "... maybe I could wear it to take you out for dinner, one of these nights?"

🌹Rose beams. "(name), nothing would make me happier."

#Ocean's eight #Ocean's 8 #Rose Weil #Rose Weil x reader #Helena Bonham Carter #Bellona's stuff

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twice-my-age-simp · 5 months

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Helena Bonham Carter

Rose Weil

Julia Hoffman

Eudoria Holmes

Princess Margaret

#helena bonham carter #rose weil #eudoria holmes #julia hoffman #princess margaret

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incorrectoceanseightquotes · 1 year

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Rose; (Confused by Debbie’s plan)

Lou; “There’s only one way to handle Debbie’s schemes. It's like watching a strip tease. Don't ask how it's done, just enjoy what's coming off.”

#Incorrect quotes #Source: Operation Petticoat #Lou miller #Rose weil #Oceans 8

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blackacre13 · 1 year

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idk if you have done this yet but: The crew doesn't know Lou an Deb are married or even together (Except for Tam of course) and basically they start putting the little things together like how they sleep in the same room or always touch each other in that way; They start debating if they really could be a couple and Tammy finds out what they are all talking about an starts laughing and says "their married for fucks sake." :)

The loft was quiet until the sound of Lou revving her bike’s engine permeated the air and the group burst into conspiracy theories.

“They’ve gotta be boning right?” Nine asked. “I mean they’re always eye fucking.”

“Boning? Don’t be so crass,” Amita gasped. “But no. They can’t keep their hands off each other.”

“And boss only has eyes for dad,” Constance grinned. “I mean we’re invisible when she pitches an idea.”

“We should get them together!” Rose cheered. “They’d be so lovely together, don’t you think? They’re clearly pining for reach other.”

“Wait,” Daphne snorted. “You don’t even think they’re together?”

“Maybe the Fuck,” Constance provided, with a mouth full of chips. “But I’ve never seen ‘em date. And you know Lou has to be chivalrous as hell.”

“Didn’t know you knew the word chivalrous,” Daphne wrinkled her nose.

“When would they have time to go on a date?” Amita squeaked. “In between robbing the Met gala? I mean they’ve been a little busy.”

“We’ve had time to eat pizza, they could go on a date, Mita,” Nine rolled her eyes. “But I don’t think either-a them do relationships. Picture Deb in the suburbs.”

“Picture Lou picking up some toddler in a motorcycle with a sidecar,” Daphne grinned.

“Oh! Here’s the expert!” Rose called, as Tammy came into the room, pocketing her phone.

“Sorry, I had to talk the husband through getting the kids to bed. You know how it is,” Tammy sighed. She was only met with blank stares. “On second thought, none of you know how it is. Right. Anyway. What are we talking about?”

“You used to run jobs with Lou and Deb right?” Amita asked. “Back in the day?”

“Back in the day?” Tammy grimaced. “In what, the 1920s?”

“You know what we mean, Tam. You were a fence for them. Right? Like when you were all—“

“Constance,” Tammy sighed. “If you finish that sentence with the word young, I swear—“

“Can we just get on with the question?” Daphne exhaled, looking bored. “The fact is, you know them Tammy. Are they fucking?”

“Wh-what?” Tammy laughed, practically choking. “I mean isn’t it obvious?”

“That they want to fuck? Well, yeah,” Nine chuckled. “But are they?”

“Like wouldn’t they make a great couple?” Amita asked. “Rose thinks we should set them up.”

“Oh, you guys are too much,” Tammy laughed, her eyes starting to tear as she clapped her hands together. “This is amazing.”

“Don’t say we’re crazy! There’s a spark!” Constance shouted, sputtering chip crumbs everywhere.

“Of course there is, you morons,” Tammy laughed, clutching at her ribs. “They’re MARRIED. I mean for fuck’s sake. Come on. Isn’t it obvious?”

“Obvious?!?” Amita screeched. “How is it obvious? Since when?”

“Then where is Lou going? I thought she said she had plans,” Daphne smirked. “Shouldn’t she be spending time with her wife? Debbie, allegedly?”

“She’s meeting Debbie,” Tammy rolled her eyes, finally catching her breath. “For dinner. Out. You know, because they’re married. For like a decade in June.”

“A DECADE!” Rose shouted. “Well, I thought they’d make a fit couple.”

“I can’t wait to tell them this,” Tammy shook her head. “

“Well then what else don’t we know?” Daphne asked, scanning the room. “Who else is fucking?”

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nclgsticore · 1 year

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𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝

𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Credit to GIF owner. GIF is not mine

'𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝟖' 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Summary: In this chapter, Y/n is Rose Weil's assistant and both of them are working on a few new dresses for the fashion week over in New York in a month but Y/n accidentally has a fall in the fabric room, while searching for fabric. Btw, they're in a relationship but out of working hours. So, in the office, they're Miss Weil and Miss y/l/n, acting professionally.

Warning: Jealousy (Rose), Rose being a baby (as always, a softie when it comes to her beloved ones, Smuts, Boss!Rose, Worker!Reader, age gap (not mentioned), Mommy kink (R! receiving), teasing (Rose receiving), dumbification(Rose), degradation kink, Dom!Reader, Sub!Rose, orgasm denial (Rose), let me know if there is more >_<

Rose Weil's Second POV

Gosh! Where the hell is y/n? You have been searching for her for more than 15 minutes all around the office now. Now you're walking to the back, into the fabrics room.

Maybe she'll be there?

You continue walking into the room before hearing a loud thud and you immediately run towards the source of the sound.

"Ouch! What the fuck!" It's her voice. What is she doing in there? You enter the room and see y/n sitting on the floor with a heavy roll of fabric crashing on her lap. You make your way to her before trying to lift the rolls from her lap, and she hisses softly from the pain. One of your staff is also there, lifting the roll before kneeling next to her, making your blood boil seeing her holding y/n's arm.

"What are you doing here?! Y/n, where does it hurts?" You brush her thighs, getting rid of the dust before helping her to get up on her feet. You even cast the staff next to y/n out and, and she left you and y/n alone in this room.

"I was searching for a suitable fabric for this dress. I found it already, but I accidentally tripped over and pulled a roll of fabric with me. Sorry, Miss Weil..." She apologises before lifting back the roll, putting it back where it belongs and bowing her head forward, and struggling to walk out of the room.

"I also asked, where hurts?" You ask with a serious tone because she was limping on the way out. She stops before turning to you.

"Err... it doesn't hurt that bad actually, it's just my ankle. It felt wrong but I can still walk. Thank you Miss Weil for asking. I'm sorry..." She stutter and you feel bad right now because I was the last person who puts the heavy roll over there which if you accidentally bump into it, it'll fall over you.

She came back into the room before taking a roll of fabric with her and leaving you all alone, again. You get out of the room and just look at her, watching what she was doing. She starts unrolling the fabric, laying it on the table and taking the sketches that she's traced on the tracing paper and putting it on top of the fabric, pinning them before cutting the fabric according to the sketch.

You sit on the sofa, still watching her skilful hands cutting, unrolling, pinning, unpinning and putting the fabric aside before cutting the laces how she has sketched on her drawing book before putting it in a container. She's really fast compared to you, that's why you took in to work with you. But right now, she's a bit slow because her movements are limited due to her ankle.

Once she was done cutting, you approach her, and look around, making sure the other employees aren't around before wrapping your arms around her waist before she says,

"Not now, Miss Weil. We're still in our working hours. You have to wait for...." She pauses and looked at her watch before continuing,

"... another 13 minutes until 5 o'clock to talk to me, Miss Weil." She teased before hissing when she puts weight on the hurting leg. You grip her arms slowly, guiding her to the chair before sitting her down. You look outside the room, seeing what the others are doing and tell them to just leave early and you pace back to the room.

You close the door and lock them since this is your working room, and close the blinds before returning to Y/n. I glanced at the time and it is 4:58 pm. You made 2 cups of hot chocolate, took a bag of ice and a few packets of cookies and walked to y/n who was already sitting on the daybed that you have in this room.

You sit next to her, handing her the hot chocolate and she sips slowly before putting it on the table beside her. You gently take her hurting leg, and placing them on your lap before applying the bag of ice to the swelling area.

"This looks bad, love."

"Nah... It's my fault, Rosie. I am too clumsy, that's why I tripped on my shoes. Oww!!" She winces when you pressed harder on the area.

"Sorry!!! I am the one wrong here. I placed the heavy roll there. And I never thought you're the one who'll get hurt from it..." You mutter under your breath. After that, the awkward silence was accompanying both of you until y/n holds your hand.

"It's better now, Rose. You can stop darling." She smiled at me and I put the ice bag away and she opened her arms, I snuggled into her chest, crying because of the guilty feelings.

"Baby, what's wrong?? Why are you crying, Rosie? I'm fine..." She reassures you, stroking your back with her soft hands before kissing your forehead.

"B-but, you're h-hurt because o-of m...." A whine rolls off your lips and she kissed the tip of your nose playfully,

"It's okay darling. I'm really okay, alright?"

"Right. But-"

"Ah-ah-ah. No buts." She stops you before kissing your lips. Her lips feel so soft, even tastes like berries and chocolate. She brushed her tongue, asking for entrance and I opened my mouth, letting her in. We fought for dominance, but like always, she won. She grabbed my boob and squeezed them gently, making your moan into the kiss and I can feel her smirking.

Suddenly, she pushes you and lays you on your back, slowly pulling your skirt up, exposing your bare thighs, and kissing the inner thighs making your breath hitched.

"Mmhh.. n-no teasing mommy..." She hums every single time you call her that name. She ignores you completely before slowly pulling down your panties, which I believe, it's bloody wet already.

Y/n's POV

I pulled her drenched fabric down slowly, revealing her glistening cunt in my eyes, making me drool in excitement. I threw the panties aside, and bend both of her legs upwards, giving me a better view before leaning in and stroking my tongue on her folds, tasting her. I can feel her hands grabbing my hair and pulling them hard, making me moan against her wet core, sending vibrations all over her body.

"Ohh m-mommy.. please..." She starts begging.

"Please what princess? Mommy can't help you if you didn't tell me what to do. Tell mommy, what do you want mommy to do with your filthy body?" I teased her more, but I knew what to do today.

"P-please... make me f-feel good.." Her eyes are shut closed, her hand starts gripping my shoulder rather than my hair.

"Do you deserve it slut? Do you say you did something wrong to me today? Why don't you tell me what you did? Hmm?" I slapped her thigh hard, making her squeal a moan.

"I-I..." She can't even form a normal word right now from the pain kink.

"What happened to your tongue? Can't handle a bit of pain, don't we? Pathetic!" I slapped her other thigh harder than before, earning myself a loud moan from the older woman under me.

"Answer me slut! Who's pathetic kinky slut are you?!" I shouted at her before she answers with struggle,

"Y-your mommy..."

"Louder slut! Let everyone hear you!" I shouted again while slapping her thigh.

"I'm your pathetic kinky slut mommy!!!" She shouted back before releasing a loud moan when I shoved 3 fingers into her, thrusting them in and out at a fast speed, making her loud moans echo in this room.

"OOOHHH YESSS MOMMY!! HARDER!! AAAHHH!!" I latched on her clit, sucking hard, licking and biting on it, adding the pleasure and also humming, driving her crazy.

"FUCK MOMMY!! I'M CLOSE!!" I slow down my movements, denying her climax, and heard a whine from her.

"Why did you slow-" She whined but I cut her.

"That's your punishment, my pretty princess. Do you think you deserve to come? No right? Now shut the fuck up!" I spat in her face, making tears start dwelling in her eyes from the under stimulation.

I get off the sofa, thank god my ankles are okay now, I removed my pants and thongs before sitting back at the other end of the sofa, spreading my legs wide enough for her to see how wet am I. She sat up and gulped when she saw it and her face blushed so bad.

"You wanna come so bad right?" She nodded with her eyes still stuck at my pussy.

"Finish your mess with me. Ride me." She blushed harder when she heard what I said. I nodded softly and she crawled to me, positioning herself on me. When our centres touched, both of us are moaning in unison. I gripped her hips, guiding her to move in sync with me. Once both of us got the rhythm, only moans and wet sounds of our pussy rubbing against each other if heard, echoing in the air, driving both of us crazy.

"OHH, MOMMY!! YOU FEEL SO GOOD!! F-FUUCK!!" She moaned out before moving her hips faster, making our throbbing clit brush often, pushing both of us to the edge faster.

"F-Fuck baby!! Mommy's coming baby!!" I shrieked out between moans before she presses her core harder against mine, making both of us come at the same time.

"I'M COMING- AHHHHH!!!" She moaned, slowing down her movement from the climax. I moaned her name repeatedly and she moans mine. Once both of us are down from our high, she slumped onto my body, panting for air.

I wrapped my arms around her tiny torso and tugged the hair out of her sweaty forehead, kissing her forehead softly. She looked at me, still heaving heavily.

"Am I forgiven now, mommy?" She asks with puppy eyes.

I stroked her sweaty cheeks, pulling her into a kiss. A short but passionate and full of love kiss and said,

"Yes, you're forgiven my good girl.", between kisses. Both of us pulled back, staring into each other's eyes deeply.

"Am I your good girl mommy?" She asks again. I know, she loves being praised. Like I say, a kinky bitch.

"You are my stunning, petite, sweet little good girl Rose Weil..." She giggles softly before snuggling into my chest, resting her head there.

"And you're my lovely mommy..." She says before falling asleep on my body.

#rose weil #helena bonham carter x reader #helena bonham carter #ocean's eight #ocean's 8 #rose weil x reader #ocean's trilogy #hbc #helena bc #smuts #fluff #angst #fanfiction #fictional #helena bonham carter smuts #rose weil smuts

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