#Lou x Debbie

[invisible-pink-toast]

[sapphicforsarahh]

best hands i’ve ever seen pt.3

word count: 2.5k

warnings: smut, top!loubbie x bottom!femreader, strap-on, blowjobs (L receiving), degradation (R receiving), praise (R receiving), mommy kink (debbie), daddy kink (lou)

synopsis: Reader walks in on Loubbie and is encouraged to join.

A/N: this is the final part of the series, I hope that you enjoy!

part 1, part 2

The night goes on. You, Debbie and Lou have a couple more drinks before calling it time to go to bed. It was reaching 11:30pm after all. Debbie stood at the sink and washed the used whiskey tumblers whilst Lou directed you up the stairs to the spare room. "Just here honey," she points to the decorated but uninhabited room. "If you need us, we're just next door," she smiled and pointed to her bedroom, which was, quite literally, next door.

You thank her again and go into the room and settle down. You rummaged around the drawers until you found a charger and plugged it into a free socket, and plugged your phone in. Aimlessly scrolling through social media, you remembered that you needed some night clothes. Throwing the phone on the bed, you looked through the drawers in the room to try and find an oversized t-shirt or anything remotely similar which you could wear to bed, but you were out of look. I'll just knock on their door, see if they have anything that I could wear. Afterall, sleeping in jeans and a shirt isn't exactly ideal for sleeping in.

Quietly, you opened your door and approached Lou and Debbie's room. Their door was slightly ajar and that's when you heard something. Quiet breathy sighs were filling the room, and a muffled slapping sound could be heard. What on earth? Should I leave and just sleep naked or should I knoc-? "Y/N?", you hear the Australian speak. You have to face them now, you've been caught practically spying on them!

"Uh yeah?", you nervously reply, not wanting to enter the room. "Come in here for a second," Lou spoke. A nervous sigh left your lips as the door was pushed open. Holy shit.

Debbie was sitting in Lou's lap, naked. Lou not so much, she still had her shirt on, however buttons had been undone and her black, lacy bra was peeking through. Thankfully, the duvet covered their lower halves, but it wasn't hard to imagine what was happening underneath.

"Is there anything that we can help you with?", Lou asked, a smirk plastered on her face. "I uh, was going to ask if you had a spare shirt or pajamas which I could wear," you found it hard to look at either of them, so you opted for the wall. Debbie found that cute. "Sure, that drawer over there," Debbie pointed to a cabinet which had an arrangement of aftershaves, scarves and piles of expensive jewellery on it. It could only be Lou's.

Timidly, you walk over to the drawer, knowing that both of the women were staring at you. Quickly, just grab a shirt from the top of the pile and leave immediately. God this is so embarrassing!

You politely close the drawer, murmur a 'thank you' and head for the door. "Why don't you join us?", Debbie's sweet but teasing voice filled the room. You stop, considering it, and turned around. Lou's looking at you with a smug grin, her hands now wrapped around Debbie's waist; Debbie's turned around and looks at you with hopeful eyes. "Okay," you decide.

"Come here then," Lou orders and taps the side of the bed next to her, so you're facing Debbie. You obey, obviously and climb on the bed. You could've moaned when you saw Debbie's naked chest this close, her breasts looked so perfect in the dim-light of the room. "Want to help me make her cum?", she asks, nonchalantly, as if it was a casual thing to just ask. You did, of course you did, but you had no experience. "I don't know how," you mumble, slightly embarrassed. Both women let an audible awe, in sympathy.

"You've never pleasured a woman before?", Debbie asks, placing her hand on your clothed knee. You nodded, red faced. "I'll teach you honey don't worry," Lou reassures, before kissing your temple. "Before we start though, can you take your clothes off for us? We both want to see your perfect body," Lou asks, already tugging at your shirt. Nodding, willing to do anything to please the older women, you pull your shirt off in one quick motion, then your jeans, your bra and panties, and throw them carelessly to the floor. "There we go, that's more like it," Debbie almost moans at the sight of you.

Lou reverts her attention back to her wife, and pulls the duvet down so that you can see what's going on. A large strap-on was attached at Lou's waist and was deep inside of her partner. You let a moan slip out your mouth when you saw it. "So cute," Lou comments, placing her large hands back onto Debbie's small hips.

"Y/N, could you touch her clit? Start rubbing it in circles, nice and slow," Lou orders, waiting to see if you'll do just as she says. And you do, eager to please her. Your thumb rubbing small circles right on Debbie's clit. "Just like that," she praises. You notice that Debbie's hips are now beginning to grind down into Lou's strap, letting it hit deeper than before. You look up at her face, her lip tucked under her top teeth, brows furrowed in concentration, and eyes clamped shut.

"Ride me a bit faster baby, does that feel good? Hm?", Lou mimicked the needy whines that Debbie was releasing. Her finger went under her chin to lift it to look at her in the eyes whilst her strap was hitting her g-spot. All she could do was nod. You continue your actions, desperate to see this beautiful woman cum.

"Y/N, you're doing such a good job helping me. Could you go a little bit faster? Same technique, just speed it up," Lou demanded, noticing that Debbie's orgasm was promptly approaching. You nod and speed up your movement, only causing Debbie to groan louder and grind her hips down faster. "There you go honey, you almost there hm? You gonna cum for me and Y/N, put a show on for us?", Lou teases her, thrusting her hips upwards into her wife so she feels more. "Mhm! I'm so close Lou, I want to cum for you," Debbie whimpers pathetically.

"Cum for me Debs," Lou finally allows, your thumb still circling. You feel her clit twitch as she came, it felt so good. Her thrusts slow down and she catches her breath, leaning forwards and kissing Lou messily. "You were so good for us, you did a good job of showing our guest who's in control here," Lou smirked. Debbie couldn't answer, she just pulled herself off Lou's strap and lay down next to her, totally exhausted from her previous activity.

You stare down at the strap. It was a shimmering purple, large, around 7 inches and covered in Debbie's cum. "You going to clean it?", Lou asked. You could only nod, worried that if you said something that you would moan. Quickly, you crawled between Lou's legs and prepared yourself to suck her clean. Before doing so, you looked up at Lou for approval. She nods and waits for you to move your head down. First, a slow and nervous lick was given to the tip of the strap.

Fuck, it was still warm from being inside Debbie. Her cum tasted so good, you couldn't get enough. Soon enough, your mouth has wrapped around the tip fully, and your head began bobbing. "There you go, keep going honey," Lou encouraged. You felt brave enough to try and take it deeper, so you did. About half down, you felt it hit the back of your throat and you pulled back up. You went back down again faster and repeated your actions, slurping as you went.

Lou's large hand had reached your head now, grabbing your hair and pushing you down onto it. "God, you're such a good girl aren't you? Eager to please, ready to clean mommy's cum off of daddy's strap. You're taking me so fucking well darling," Lou praised you, which caused a whiny moan to leave you. After a few more minutes, Lou thought that your cleaning was sufficient. Her tight grip on your hair pulled your mouth off the strap. Your face was a mess: spit dripping down your chin and sides of your mouth, cheeks flushed, pupils blown wide and hair disheveled from Lou's rough hands.

You heard Debbie say, "She's so pretty when you make a mess of her." You moaned from the way that she talked about you, as if you weren't right in front of her. "Isn't she just," Lou agreed. "Have I done a good job daddy?", you ask, hoping for a positive reaction. "Such a good job, it's about time we give you a reward isn't it baby?" Lou smirks, finally letting go of your hair. You nod eagerly, wanting nothing but to cum.

You watch Debbie as she sits up, her back against the pillows and she spreads her legs. "Sit between mommy's legs," Debbie asks. You enthusiastically climb over and sit in-between them, your back against her bare chest, feeling her nipples harden at the contact. "You're doing so so good for us honey," Lou praises again, kneeling in front of you. "Spread your legs for me," she orders, her hands adjusting the strap so its tight against her waist. You do as your told, but nervously so. Slowly, you spread your legs, embarrassed at how wet you were probably were from watching Debbie cum and sucking Lou off.

Lou looks down at the glistening sight before her. Two of her fingers go down to swipe some pre-cum from you. She chuckled as she lifted them to the light and put them in between Debbie's lips. "Sweet?", she asks her partner. Debbie only nods in response. The suspense was killing you. All you needed was Lou's strap inside you, now. And both of them could tell. By the way that you were looking at Lou, all submissively and how quickly your chest was rising and falling.

"Is there something that you want sweet thing?", Debbie whispers in your ear with a sultry tone, her hands going to your breasts to massage them. You nod, not strong enough to form an answer. "Well? What is it?" Lou asks, coming closer to you, her hands now resting on your knees. "P-please," you begin. "Please make me feel good," you managed.

"There you go," Lou lines her strap with your pussy, but doesn't put it in yet. Instead, she rubs the strap against your entrance, gathering your wetness, and spreading across your lips. "Baby you're soaked, almost dripping onto the mattress infact," Lou almost chuckled. Your cheeks flushed instantly at the humiliation of it all. You try to hide your face in the crook of Debbie's neck, but she just moves it right back, so you have to keep looking forwards at Lou.

After what seemed hours of Lou teasing the outside of your pussy, she lines her tip with your entrance. You look down, wondering how something that big will fit inside. Instead, Lou's finger lifts your chin up, making sure that you're looking at her when she slips slips inside of you. "I don't know if it'll fit," you state nervously. Lou laughed, "don't worry about that, daddy will make it fit."

You feel the strap begin to stretch you out, a feeling that was too good to even imagine. "Oh shit," you moan, feeling Lou go deeper and deeper. "Just like that," Debbie groans, watching the object penetrate you. The feeling of the stretch was unlike anything you'd ever felt. "Fuck, you're so tight," Lou sighed.

After being careful to not hurt you, Lou finally got the whole strap into you. "You look so pretty baby, full of daddy's strap," Debbie comments, her hands still massaging your breasts, sometimes pinching your nipples. "Can I move?" Lou asks, waiting for you to adjust to the feeling. "Yes, please daddy," you weakly mewl. She smiles before slowly sliding the strap in and out of you.

The sound of your wetness was growing louder and louder as Lou sped up her thrusts. Her hands moved to your hips, to stop them from moving and so she can push you further into the bed. The feeling was almost overwhelming due to how good it felt. "You're doing so good for us sweetheart, taking daddy's strap deep," Debbie purred in your ear. "That's right, who knew an innocent thing like you would be such a slut from daddy's cock hm?", Lou added, thrusting harder now, her hips slapping against your own. You moaned from her words.

"Oh does our girl like a bit of degradation hm?", Debbie asked, and you shyly hid again. "None of that pretty girl, I want to see your face when I make you a little slut for me. Your eyes rolling back into your head as I fuck this perfect pussy," Lou adds. Even Debbie could cum from the way that her wife was talking to you. All you could do was nod, as what she was saying was true after all.

"I'm going to cum," you pant, your hips beginning to wildly buck. "Not until you've asked us both for permission", Lou states. You nod and ask Debbie first, knowing that she'll give in easier. "Mommy, can I cum? Please?", you turn your head to look at her and give her pleading eyes. She nods. Now you need to persuade Lou. You turn your head back around, looking up at her through hooded eyes. "Daddy please let me cum," you beg. "Pathetic begging. You can do better than that can't you? Or are you just a mindless slut?", she scoffs, her thrusts hitting deeper. "No! Please daddy, I'll be so good for you. Please let me cum, let me be your little slut," you plead, needy whines escaping your lips.

"I suppose you have been good, isn't that right Debbie?", she makes eye contact with her wife. Debbie simply nods. You were so close, you were only seconds away from your orgasm. "Cum for us honey, show us how good you've been," Lou finally allows. It didn't take long for you to finish after you'd been given permission. Your orgasm washed over you like a wave, pleasure rippled through your body and caused your legs to shake. Lou continues her thrusts, more slowly and deeply, not wanting to cause you to overstimulate.

The effects of the orgasm eventually pass, leaving you exhausted and sandwiched between the two older women. "You did so well for us baby," Debbie praised, stroking your hair. "Thank you mommy," you murmured. Lou slowly took out the strap, and watched as cum poured out of you. "Fuck baby, you came so hard didn't you? Let me get a warm towel," she gets off the bed and goes to the bathroom. "Can I stay with you both tonight?" You ask. "Of course honey," she smiles down at you.

Lou comes back with a clean, warm, wet towel. "Let me gently clean you up, then we can go to bed. How does that sound?"

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[writershapeholeonthedoor]

My favorite ships ranked!

There's a huge chance this list will change once every two days at the very least, but let's do it!

1. SUPERCORP

Literally my favorite ship ever. They're just perfect for each other in every possible way. Their love languages complement each other perfectly, they can rely on each other, and they work together like the best team in the world. Lena needs love and Kara knows how to offer it without asking for anything in exchange. She will take whatever Lena is willing to give her and be happy about it. But Kara still needs someone that will look at her and see who she really is, no judgment, and someone who she will be comfortable being herself - Kara Zor El - with.

Speaking of fanfic, I think it’s safe to say these fandom has some very talented authors who gave us very well written works. They can also work in every possible scenario, so that's a huge bonus.

Favorite scene: "Supergirl might have saved the city, but, Kara Danvers, you're my hero."

2. SHOOT

Shoot is THAT couple that should have ended up together, but didn’t. I don't hold a grudge on it, though, because Root's death made sense to the show's ongoing plot. I can't say they would be perfect like Supercorp because Shaw has some emotional problems and Root is just also in love with a artificial intelligence or whatever, but they would work. Shaw would try - for Root - and Root would love every part that Shaw allows her to see.

Favorite scene: "You can't live with me and I can't live without you."

3. WAYHAUGHT

Do I even have to say anything? Our most perfect CANON couple. They were perfect from start to finish. The way Nicole absolutely adored Waverly, almost like a worship even, but wasn’t afraid to stand tall on her ideas and opinions. The way Waverly acted like Nicole hung the moon and stars in the sky just for her, and how we know she would be able to do anything to keep Nicole happy. They're that couple that make everyone's teeth rotten with how sweet they are.

Favorite scene: "You guys make The Notebook look bleak."

4. CABENSON

One of my favorite gay ships, so it has a special place in my heart. In the early seasons, it's pretty clear, at least for me, that Alex and Olivia could have something going on. I believe they were both shoving it away because none of them was ready to get seriously involved with anyone and they knew that whatever they decided to have would be too special to be treated lightly. Unfortunately, time was cut short for them when Alex got pulled away for WitSec.

I do think they will forever be each other's "almost", or "what if", but they're long past that now. They changed too much and they did it separately. If they were together, they would have changed around each other and, possibly, be able to work those differences to stay together. But now I don't think they would be able to keep a relationship. It's a bit sad, but it's also a very good portrait of reality.

Favorite scene: "You like being back on court, don't you?"

5. BISHOVA

I'm new to this ship, but I already love it. They remind me a lot of Shoot, actually. We just know that Yelena needs to find someone who would love her with no restrictions and that she deserves to find love. And Kate needs someone able to ground her, but also someone who allows her to be as silly as she wants, someone that will always have her back, doesn't matter how insane her plans might be. They have chemistry too. Also, I can see them getting together with no drama at all, or maybe something they can easily solve, and then being together for the rest of their lives to the point that they can't even remember a time they didn’t know each other. We didn’t get to see them that much, sadly, but I keep my hopes up for more scenes of them in the future.

Favorite scene: "You have one fork?"

6. FLEURMIONE

Okay, two intelligent and beautiful women together? Sign me in! I've been in Harry Potter's fandom for many, many, years now and, after giving it too much thought, I can safely say that Fleur would be the perfect match for Hermione. She would challenge Hermione, they would have endless discussions about any and every subject, they would have enough books together to fill up a library, and they would make each other want to be better every day. I also see Fleur being a bit sarcastic and Hermione keeps rolling her eyes at her at least fifteen times a day.

Fleur is constantly curious about the muggle world, always eager to learn anything Hermione is willing to show her. She would have a great relationship with Hermione's parents, mostly because she thinks they're one of the most genius people on the planet because they know how to fix people's teeth. Meanwhile, Gabrielle would loooove to talk with Hermione, especially when they get together to embarrass Fleur.

Favorite scene: You know, the totally canon one when Fleur asked Hermione to the Yule Ball.

7. LOU MILLER X DEBBIE OCEAN

Heist wives? Yes, please.

We don't even need to pretend. These two were totally banging throughout the whole movie. The headcanon is that they used to date, then Debbie made some stupid decisions, met the wrong people, they broke up for a while and then Debbie got locked up. I believe Lou was so angry with her for both being stupid and for ruining what they had because she wanted to get more money than they actually needed, that she didn’t even visit Debbie in prison.

While there, Debbie had enough time to realize how much of an idiot she had been, so it's up to her to win Lou back. Meanwhile, Lou knows that she's screwed the second she sees Debbies smile again. She just can't help but orbit around her.

Also, they're the Moms, no doubt about that.

Favorite scene: "Baby, I don’t have a diamond yet."

8. DANSEN

The only reason they’re all the way down here is because I hate CW, but I actually love them more than half of my family. They’re married, they’re moms, they’re in love, they’re perfect. Someone as caring as Kelly needed someone to make her go crazy like Alex, while Alex deserved someone that would understand her no matter what. Honestly, I just love them.

Favorite scene: THE PROPOSAL

9. CAROLNAT

Is there any chance this could happen? No.

Do I still dream about it? Constantly.

It's just one of those couples where things would just work. My biggest headcanon for them is that they would be constantly laughing and having fun. Always joking and playing around with each other. Natasha would crave physical touch and Carol would be happy just to be around her at all. Carol would finally find a reason to stay on Earth without feeling guilty about it and Natasha would one thousand percent make a retirement party for her.

Also, they would protect each other so fiercely that no one would even dare to warm any of them.

Favorite scene: The one where Natasha ends up on top of Carol in the training room. Totally canon, trust me.

10. GLORBIA

Might sounds crazy, but hear me out.

Barbie is literally Gloria's dream Barbie, and Gloria is the reason Barbie is alive. Once Barbie becomes human, I can totally see Gloria falling for her without even noticing it, while Barbie takes a while to realize what are those things she's feeling. I do believe Sasha would have a strong part in bringing them together. She would be the one to explain to Barbie what a crush is and what being in love should feel like, and then she would have to give her mom a gentle push to acknowledge her own feelings.

After that, fluff all the way. Gloria would be the most patient person in the world while she sees Barbie navigating human life, just happy to have whatever Barbie is comfortable giving her. Meanwhile, Barbie keeps getting surprised by how strong her feelings can be every time she even looks at Gloria.

Favorite scene: Not a scene per se. Instead, I'm bringing that Tumblr post that says "Ken only has a great day when Barbie looks at him. Gloria always has a great day when she looks at Barbie."

Bonus

11. GAY BELLA

Quite literally, any lesbian ship from Twilight. My favorite one is Rosella, but Bella x Tanya is a close second. Bellice is also a very strong candidate, not to mention Bella x Kate. And, oh, did I hear someone say Bella x Irina or was it Bella x Leah? Honestly, just give me lesbian Bella and I will be happy.

12. ROJARIAS

One of the hottest couples that exist.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

[lotties-ashwagandha]

I'm not sure if you are taking requests for Ocean's 8. If you are, could I request Debbie X reader X Lou. Where both of them have a crush on reader . Who is younger , Daphne always flirts with reader the most and they get along , she's tech smart . So a combo of bad ass daredevil minx and tech smart . Or whatever you'd like, sorry if it's silly :)

SECURITY CAMERAS

pairing: lou miller x reader x debbie ocean

word count: 1275

notes and warnings: only note i have is that debbie and lou are in an established relationship w each other in this but not with reader,, but i feel like that’s kinda implied originally!! i loved this request but kinda hate what i wrote i was in a writing slump oops (also i didn’t proofread this)

You unlocked your phone, forcing yourself to at least pay half-attention to the conversation being held in front of you by the rest of the group.

“How long do you think it will take?” Someone asked, and briefly you glanced up before turning back to your phone.

“Three months,” Debbie answered from a few feet away, “two, if we can get a head start on getting into the security system.”

“I’ve got it,” you said absent-mindedly, maneuvering through passwords on your phone. You’d slunk back into a corner, noticing when another hour had passed since the last time you’d checked, desperate to make sure everything was okay.

You would never admit it to anyone, for it would sound extremely creepy, but you’d hacked into Lou’s phone and were tracking her — she had gone to meet a new potential recruit for the next heist, and none of you had known much about the girl you were trying to hire, other than that she was quite proficient with weapons and fighting. You wanted to make sure Lou got home safe, especially since none of the other women working on the heist with you seemed even relatively concerned about Lou’s whereabouts, even Debbie.

You let out a sigh of relief upon finding that the location of her phone was home.

Just for good measure, you began to hack into her home security system. You knew it was a bit much, but if you could just check the cameras and make sure her car was there, you would know that everything was fine.

“Hey,” you heard, and looked up to find Debbie looming over you. Glancing around you realized that everyone else was packing up to go home. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “I’m just checking on my car, it’s being repaired.”

“What’s wrong with it?” Debbie asked, and you knew she could see right through you.

“An engine thing.”

“How’d you drive it all the way here to Tammy’s, then?”

You paused. At a complete loss for words you attempted to move away, but she stepped in front of you.

“What’s going on?” She asked, stepping forward, “and don’t lie to me.”

You couldn’t very well tell her that you were looking through the security cameras of her and her wife’s home.

You sighed, relenting, preparing yourself for whatever her reaction would be. “Alright, you really want to know?” You turned your phone for her to see. “I hacked into your security cameras.”

Debbie raised her eyebrows, smirking. “Oh? And why did you do that?”

“No one seemed very concerned about Lou meeting the new girl, so I just wanted to make sure she got home okay.”

“You couldn’t have texted her?”

“I didn’t want to seem invasive. Creepy.”

“So hacking into our home security isn’t creepy?” Debbie challenged, though you could hear the slight amusement in her tone.

You didn’t have any idea how to respond to that. “Sorry,” you said quietly, embarrassment rising in your chest.

“No, it’s okay. I’m just a bit disappointed that it’s only Lou you’re watching.”

“I never said that,” you corrected with a small smile, and she nodded.

“You’re really fucking weird.”

“Ok, James Bond.”

She scoffed. “I’m much more sexy than James Bond.”

“I know,” you agreed, and though her expression stayed set in stone, you knew your agreement had caught her attention.

“Come over tomorrow,” Debbie said abruptly. “You want to know if everything’s fine. Come see for yourself.”

“What time?”

“Whenever you want.”

You nodded, shifting slightly in your stance as her gaze became more intense. “I’ll be there.”

She didn’t give you a response, only dug her keys out of her purse and left smugly, flashing you a glance as if she’d won an unspoken competition.

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You arrived the next day just after noon. All morning you’d been dying to see Lou and Debbie, but every time you’d picked up your keys to leave you had made up some excuse of why you needed another half hour, until eventually you had swallowed your excuses and had forced yourself into the car. You were terrified in the best way, enamored with the two women so completely that every interaction you had seemed like the coming of rapture.

You knocked on the door to the theater. It felt like an eternity before Lou approached and let you in, and as you stepped into their home you felt an overwhelming aura of comfort, and a great amount of your nerves melted away. You realized how terribly deeply you loved the both of them, Lou and Debbie, that you could simply be in their presence and all of your worries would melt away.

“We were starting to think you wouldn’t make it,” Lou said, her tone light as she led you into the living room.

“I wouldn’t have missed seeing you.”

“I’m glad,” she answered, continuing into the kitchen. She came back after with a bottle of wine and three glasses, opening it and beginning to pour drinks. “Debbie should be down in a few minutes.”

As if on cue, you heard footsteps as someone descended the stairs, and after a moment Debbie appeared, angelic in every stride, picturesque in the way she sat down on the sofa across from you with such nonchalance.

Your gaze flickered over to Lou, and you noticed that she, too, had been captivated for a moment. The ghost of a smile lingered on her lips as she sat in the armchair next to the sofa.

Feeling unspeakably awkward as the only one still standing, you sat down next to Debbie on the sofa, taking a sip of your wine.

“I stole that from Tammy’s,” Debbie said with a small smile, gesturing to the wine. “I doubt she’ll miss it, with all the shit she has packed in her house.”

“Good call with stealing it,” you said, “Tammy’s the biggest wine snob I’ve ever met, though then again there’s Daphne, and she won’t drink anything unless she thinks the label is pretty.”

“You spend a lot of time with Daphne,” said Lou, her tone completely neutral.

“We’ve known each other for a long time.”

“Seems like it.”

“What does that mean?” You asked, noticing the edge to her tone. You smirked, your gaze flickering between them. “What, you think I’m into Daphne?”

“Aren’t you?”

“She never leaves your side,” Debbie agreed, setting her wine on the table.

“Daphne’s beautiful,” you said, “but I’ve never had my sights set on her.”

“She certainly has hers set on you.”

“I’m not sure I understand why the two of you are so concerned with who I may or may not be seeing,” you criticized. “If you’ve called me all the way out here just to—”

You were cut off by Debbie’s lips connecting with yours, her hand having found its way to your jaw. You were overcome completely by her, only her, entirely bliss.

She was the first to pull away, analyzing your features for any indication of your reaction.

In a silent reassurance you pulled her in again, letting yourself be enveloped once more in the tenderness of her touch.

All at once Lou was on your other side, sitting against the armrest of the sofa. You extended a hand towards her, pulling her closer, and then it was not Debbie to overcome your senses but Lou, and finally you felt complete, at home in a way you had never before felt.

“If I’d known that being a bit of a stalker and hacking your security cameras would get me this,” you breathed after a minute, biting back a smile, “I would have done it a lot sooner.”

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[seaoflittlefires]

I need someone in the oceans fandom who is good at drawing to do the barbie and ken arrest thingy with Lou and Debbie. It would be so good. It would heal me.

[blackacre13]

loubbie having wild rough sex with a strap then realizing how good they are at it even if they’re in their 50s already lmao this is silly but like it goes something like “how are we in our 50s?” or whatever fits

“It was not,” Debbie snorted, her face turning red with laughter as Lou shook her head.

“I shit you not. Right in the dishwasher.”

“Next to Dani’s pink sippy cup?”

“I’m not a monster,” Lou rolled her eyes. “I’d never put it next to her favorite  one. It was next to the green one.”

“You’ve lost it, Miller,” the brunette grinned. “Now get over here. No more delays.”

“First off, it’s the most efficient way to clean them both,” the blonde pointed out, crawling onto the bed. “Second, you’re the one who asked me to find the bigger one.”

Lou sat the dildo down on the night table, the base suctioning to the surface with a bubble-like sound. “Now are you gonna kiss the hell out of me, Ocean, or not?”

“Get over here,” Debbie smirked, pulling the blonde in closer and wrapping her arms around her neck as she tugged her up along the bed and laid Lou flat against her.

“I thought you’d never ask, Mrs. Miller,” the blonde murmured, nails raking down Debbie’s chest as their lips meant until Lou was drifting down her wife, running her lips over her breasts, sucking at her nipples, biting her way down her stomach, making a detour to nip at her thighs before circling back to Debbie’s simmering heat to swirl her tongue through Debbie’s pooling arousal.

“Fuck, I love when Tammy takes the kids for the night,” Debbie moaned.

Lou looked up at Debbie from between her legs, arching an eyebrow before she wiped Debbie’s slickness off her lips with the back of her hand pointedly.

“Please don’t use your ex’s name and the word love in the same sentence, especially while my tongue is inside you.”

“She’s your ex too,” Debbie exhaled, pushing Lou’s head back down as the blonde laughed against her, grazing her clit maybe a little too hard with her teeth as Debbie cried out. “Was merely grateful for her as a babysitter precisely so I could have your tongue inside me.”

Lou bit down on her thigh before she looked up again. “Then clearly, I’m not doing enough to get your mind off of the kids,” she smirked, blindly grabbing at the dildo before plunging it into Debbie without warning, the brunette letting out a deep moan as her nails dug into Lou’s neck.

“Jesus, Fuck, Lou.”

“Had to shut you up,” Lou hissed, pumping the dildo in and out as Debbie groaned, cursing and grabbing at the blonde, biting down on her shoulder after reaching an entirely new level of loud to keep from going completely shrill. “Still thinking about anything else?”

“Just…your strap,” Debbie panted.

“Just the strap?” Lou asked, her rhythms stopping with the dildo just outside of Debbie, the tip brushing against her teasingly.

“And you…only you…Fuck!” Debbie moaned, Lou plunging the dildo all the way inside her. Hard. As Debbie fell over the edge, clinging to the blonde.

“Not bad,” Lou spoke aloud, an hour or so later, her finger running along Debbie’s exposed spine, tracing over her skin softly as Debbie let out a sleepy hum of agreement. “Glad to know we’ve still got game.”

“Strap game,” Debbie chuckled.

“That’s all mine, love.”

“Takes two to tango, Miller.”

“Also takes two for the finale,” Lou giggled, tugging at a fistful of Debbie’s hair to catch an additional moan from her partner before Debbie rolled over with a lazy smile.

“You get the Chinese and I get the ice cream?” Debbie asked.

“Just let me throw on some boxers.”

“Don’t,” Debbie grinned, watching the blonde stand up, walking towards the bathroom before placing a kiss on Debbie’s forehead. “Did you ever think we’d still be up to our same antics in our fifties?”

“Honey, you just wait until we hit our sixties,” Lou winked.

[lelangerart]

always going through them

[mrgaretcarter]

Does anyone have debbie x lou fic recs?

[danisnotmyname]

Fandom: Ocean's 8 (2018)

Rated G, 1k words

Summary: Debbie has a proposal.

*** Debbie doesn’t want anything from anyone. Debbie just wants you to do exactly what she says. Doesn’t want to be known as Debs, or Deborah, or jailbird, because she needs to have—to be, everything and nothing at once. Naturally, Lou mourns, and counts. One for sorrow, two for joy. Three for a girl, four for a boy. Five years, eight months, and twelve days.

[whoruntheworld-lesbians]

Summary:

Ever since the day they met, it had always been Debbie And Lou.

Lou needed Debbie, there was no doubt. There’s no And Lou without a Debbie right beside it. And Debbie needed Lou.

Or so she thought.

Or

Lou and Debbie, Casual by Chappell Roan style. It's not pretty They weren't made for pretty. But it just might be beautiful.

[deadheaddaisy]

Lou and Debbie were off the charts perfect.

OCEAN’S 8 (2018) dir. Gary Ross

[sapphicforsarahh]

Would you guys like any Debbie x Lou stories? If so send me some ideas

[blackacre13]

can you please continue the teacher/student au?

Part 39 is here: Part FORTY below!

“Well,” a deep voice laughed on the line. “It’s not a date night so this isn’t about the best spot for a whiskey and you refuse to take my advice on women so what do I owe the pleasure?”

Lou raised an eyebrow, but she was grinning. The brunette swatted her, but Lou had already caught sight of her blushing cheeks.

“Danny,” she hissed, through gritted teeth. “I need your help.”

“So you’ve called the superior Ocean. I’m afraid I’ll need to hear you—“

“Cut the shit,” Debbie sighed, looking at Lou with eyes full of worry. “I need your help. I need my big brother.”

“I can be at your place in twenty.”

“I fucked up,” Debbie whispered, falling against the blonde as Lou cradled her, combing through her hair. “He can ruin my life, but I won’t let him ruin hers.”

Siblings were fascinating to Lou. Especially when you could observe them at once. And entertaining, when you only knew one of them and had to take that one’s word when they described the one who you didn’t know.

The only things that Lou knew about Danny Ocean included the fact that he was attached to the hip to someone she thought Debbie had called Rusty? But that couldn’t be correct for a grown ass man. She also knew that Debbie’s initial date with her, that allegedly hadn’t truly been a date at all, but a TA welcome dinner, and the drink recommendation had also come from the older sibling. And now as Debbie opened the front door to let him in, the older Ocean immediately scooping her into a bear hug, him shooting a wink over his sister’s head at Lou, she could see his hair and eyes matched Debbie’s.

She expected Debbie to push him off with an eye-roll and a mention of getting back to business, but she clung to her brother, savoring the embrace for a long time until he spoke over her head.

“She’s not usually much of a higher,” he smirked, but he kissed her forehead before he let her go, just in time for Debbie to smack his shoulder and call him an oaf. “So this is the famous Ms. Miller. Sorry Debs has you under her spell, kid.”

Lou wasn’t sure how to respond, but Debbie was closing the door and rushing to her side immediately as if she had to defend the blonde’s honor, her hand sliding into Lou’s.

“You can cut the big brother teasing shit. This is bad,” Debbie sighed. “And whatever cradle robbing, does she call you professor in bed shit you’re planning on spewing, you can just skip. I meant it. This is big. And Lou—Lou is—“

“I know, Strawdebby,” Danny smiled, ruffling her hair before he took a seat in Debbie’s arm chair, carefully moving the stack of graded papers that currently sat there in a heap and placing them on the coffee table.

Lou tucked the nickname away for later.

“And it really is a pleasure to meet you, Lou. Sorry you got dragged into all this Becker shit when you should be partying and having fun every night. Best years of your life, right?” Danny grinned.

Debbie was pulling Lou towards the couch, sorry evident on her face.

“You think Dr. Ocean lets her TA have fun every night?” Lou grinned. She immediately regretted calling her Dr. Ocean. It was just habit when it came to separating their professional and personal relationship. But Debbie had already hinted at the name/power dynamic jokes and she didn’t want Debbie to think she was giving Danny permission to crack jokes at either of their expenses.

Regardless, he didn’t take the bait. He knew the stakes were too high.

“Tell everything,” he said instead, his face sincere. Lou and Debbie went over their history over the past few months. From Lou’s first class to her interview to her welcome dinner and beyond. Thankfully, leaving out any details that a big brother would find unsavory and would absolutely make Lou turn purple.

Debbie was practically shaking by the time they were done, and wordlessly, Lou swept her closer, letting her rest her head on Lou’s shoulder as Lou traced circles with her finger on the brunette’s slacks.

“You love her,” Danny spoke softly. It wasn’t a tease. In fact, it looked like awe and pride.

“No shit, Sherlock,” Debbie rolled her eyes. But her guard was down. Especially with Lou cradling her for support.

“Hold onto this one, Deb,” Danny smiled, his eyes traveling over to Lou. She supposed he wasn’t used to seeing Debbie this vulnerable or soft. “She’s good for you.”

“That’s the plan, Danny,” she sighed. “That’s why I need you. All the Claude bullshit. I don’t give a fuck about tenure or career or my courseload—“

“Debs,” Lou protested softly, but she waved the thought away.

“This is about her. Protecting her future,” Debbie whispered. “I love her.”

“I love you,” Debbie spoke turning to the blonde. “I hope you know I do. But as much as I love you and I love us, nothing is worth jeopardizing your future.”

Lou wanted to say that Debbie was her future. Because she was. But she also knew that both of them wanted her to keep pursuing her dreams. She knew Debbie wanted the world for her.

“Don’t even get me started about this Becker prick,” Danny grumbled. “I knew he was trouble from the start.”

“Well, what’s done is done,” Debbie hissed. “I hate that he’s a part of my history and that there’s only so much I can control in the present. But I’ll be damned if he destroys Lou’s future.”

[blackacre13]

😘

[wouldgaysexfixthem]

would gay sex fix them?

[lotties-ashwagandha]

SHOW HER

kinktober day 9 — semi public sex w lou miller and debbie ocean — fem!reader

You loved seeing her like this. You know she was pissed, and it made you want to keep pushing until she snapped.

A woman had come up to you that night at Lou’s club. She’d sat down next to you when Debbie had gone to get you a drink, and when Debbie came back the silent war between the two of them had started, and possession of you was the goal.

You had no interest in the woman flirting with you — but it was so satisfying to see Debbie getting increasingly jealous. You knew all of the signs and she displayed every one of them. You knew Lou was around somewhere as well, and though you didn’t know where she was you knew that she knew everything that happened in her club, especially where you were concerned.

The woman beside you kept flirting, kept testing her luck, kept trying to touch you subtly. And you were getting slowly more tipsy, too, with the drinks she was buying you combined with the drinks Debbie was buying you.

Hands on your shoulders. You turned from where you sat at the bar and Lou was there, her hands sliding from your shoulders to your waist. She took in the situation, gaze flitting from you to Debbie to the woman beside you, and all at once she understood.

She pressed a kiss to your shoulder and any tension you were carrying released.

“Come on,” she whispered, and taking your hand she pulled you off the barstool. Debbie was close to follow, and soon the two of you were in the bathroom.

As soon as the door shut Lou was pushed against the door, Debbie pinning her against it and reaching over to lock it. Lou eyed her with a sort of subdued surprise — usually it was Debbie pinned, Lou in charge, but none of you were averse to the change.

“Took you long enough,” Debbie breathed, irritation obvious, jealousy staining her voice. “You should’ve seen the shit I had to put up with, sitting there waiting, while—”

Lou reversed their position effortlessly, pinning Debbie against the wall. “What, did you get jealous? Did you really think I would let that woman steal our girl?”

Debbie didn’t respond, her head tipping back against the door as Lou’s lips ghosted over her neck.

You wanted to help, you wanted to touch, but you knew you were in deep enough trouble as it was and moving at all from where you stood would only make it worse.

“If you think you can fuck her so much better than anyone else,” Lou said, speaking to Debbie but turning to look briefly at you, “then show us.”

Before you could register what was happening Debbie was pinning you against the bathroom sinks, her lips crashing into yours and her leg positioning between yours. You moaned against her mouth, gasping when her hand weaved into your hair and pulled so that your head snapped back and she gained access to your neck.

“So pretty,” she breathed, sucking bruises on your pulse point, and your breath hitched. “So gorgeous, and all mine.”

“Ours,” Lou rasped, coming up beside you and pulling you into a kiss while Debbie continued to work at your neck.

They flipped you over, bending you over the sinks. You moaned, eyes falling closed but opening when Debbie pulled your head up by your hair to make you look at her. You realized that this was why she hadn’t scared off the woman who had been flirting with you. She could have easily, but she didn’t because she wanted this, wanted to ruin you where everyone could see.

Breaking for a moment she leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Tell us to stop.”

“No,” you breathed, and satisfied she stood back up to her full height. She watched you in the mirror, her gaze meeting yours, and you shivered, eyes breaking away from her heavy stare.

“Who do you belong to?” Lou rasped, and you moaned breathily.

“You,” you said.

“Good girl,” Debbie cooed, and parting from you she adjusted her black dress.

You resisted a moan at the sight of her — for between her legs was your favorite strap, and you knew you were in for a long night.