#Daphne kluger

[ladiesblr]

Anne Hathaway as Daphne Kluger in Ocean’s 8 (2018) dir Gary Ross

[celebadmiration]

[wouldgaysexfixthem]

would gay sex fix them?

[melospace]

“in a room full of art i'd still stare at you...”

another mirandy manip or more like miranda x daphne, i guess? 😏

[gazinatmcgrath]

Everything about this is my kink. Except the dude in the corner.

[riepu10]

"I'll be back"

Richard Armitage and Anne Hathaway as Claude Becker and Daphne Kluger Ocean's 8 (2018)

[lottiesboy]

i know i always drop new cgs but here are some regressors,,, :]

[oceans-meme]

[marytylerperry]

HAPPY 5th ANNIVERSARY TO THIS MASTER PIECE!!!

this movie cured my depression, watered my crops and cleared my skin.

[incorrectoceanseightquotes]

Daphne; "God, my back is killing me."

Rose; "Here, I brought you something to help."

Daphne; "A breast reduction?"

Constance; (running in the room from the kitchen) "NOOO!"

Daphne; ...

Constance; "Why would you spit in the face of God?!"

Rose; "Calm down, those aren't going anywhere and if they are, I'm going with them."

[martianbugsbunny]

whoever decided to cast Anne Hathaway as a bratty movie star, I love you, my feelings about Daphne range from "I could fix her" to "I could make her worse"

[gwensuniverse]

i fear i may never recover from this

[ruthlxc]

y’all, i made an au‼️‼️

[the-ladys-beloved-sunflower]

I watched the movie; this happened on it's own

[melospace]

daphne kluger x miranda priestly

another day, another content for these women 😌❤️

[blackacre13]

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.