#camille l'espanaye fic

[madwomansapologist]

lost in your fire | camille l'espanaye

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synopsis: When you survived the entire selection process to be Camille L'espanaye's new assistant, you certainly didn't expect to find this type of employment contract. You could bet your life that the worst thing that could happen to you would be a Miranda-Andrea type of employement. Good thing you didn't.

warnings: smut. strip tease. oral. fingering. degradation. praise. pussy slap. age gap. dom/sub. s&m. co workers. tw: use of 'needy pretty slut'. sugar mommy? that can tagged as abuse of power? prostituition? female!reader. gif: @azrphales

You never thought that graduating in journalism would be the answer to all your problems. It isn't an easy profession, nor is it respected or pays that much. You didn't expect your life to be perfect once you got your diploma.

But damn.

Horrible bosses, jobs that added nothing to your life, laughable salaries. Little free time, little rest, little leisure. Little of everything, except work and stress. Those were always a lot.

And all because you didn't have money. If you had been born into a wealthy family everything would be so different. So much better. Because you know you have talent and determination, what you lack is chance. Is luck. And anyone alive knows that luck is just another name for money.

So when you went to the job interview to be Camille L'espanaye's assistant, you weren't surprised that you did it well. You for sure were surprised to be chosen over someone with an established surname. Or that had a least already finished college. Someone older, experienced. But what surprised you more were the terms of contract.

You didn't know for sure if Camille L'espanaye had too much courage or just lacked the shame, but she was the one to give you the contract. Not someone from HR, not a group of lawyers that would speak for her, but the woman herself.

She did like it was just another thursday for her. Maybe for Camille it was.

You dropped the contract on her desk. "So you want a whore?"

Before that you were so polite. Even thought Camille barely looked into your face, you kept on that thankful-employer act. You said it would be a honor to work for her. But after reading that, nothing mattered anymore.

"I need an assistant," Camille didn't look up from her notebook. She was writing something, the way her fingers moved showed concern while her voice was uterly disinterest. She didn't look up from it since you entered her office. "Someone that I can trust to gather information, follow my orders, know when to speak up and when to shut up. But I also require certain things from my assistants."

"Do I look like a whore?"

Maybe you were wrong. Maybe it wasn't the lack of money or a renowed surname. Maybe all your rich colleagues got into great jobs while you rot was because... they are better for you. Maybe that's the only thing you are capable of: work on horrible places because others wouldn't be stupid enough to hire you.

Camille chose you because she wants to fuck you. Not because you are talented, competent, competitive. Not because of your writing, your morals, your desire to become something more. Camille saw you as a fuckable body with a pretty face and nothing more.

"It's not my problem to give a shit about your..."

"That was the reason I made till the finish line?" Camille was the one surprised now. Not only you interrupted her, but there was something on your voice. It sounded almost dissapointed. "Because you wanted to fuck me?"

Camille looked at you for the first time.

Her platinum hair moved along when she bent over the table, her face founding a support on her open hands. Camille was something. There was a fire on her eyes, a flame that just couldn't die.

When Camille L'espanaye looked at you, it burned.

She was more than the daughter of someone important. Camille was the very next best thing.

"I read your thesis. The gatekeep theory and it's changes during the last decade," Camille didn't look bored. Not anymore. "And I read your articles. Your blog. But you know what surprised me the most?"

You found difficult to open your mouth. "What?"

"Your empty curriculum," she laughed. You would have feel ofended, but she kept on talking. "You have talent, that's for sure, but no one noticed it yet. I know you're starving for a opportunity. Now all you need to do is chose: will you grab it, or will you spend the rest of your life hating whoever made the right decision?"

You glared at the paper. "That's not safe for me," you didn't realize you're were gaving in until you opened your mouth. That shocked you. To know that just a few words from Camille turned your no into a almost.

Camille noticed that too. "Item IX."

You thought she would say something more, but at the end you had to open the document again. Item IX was about... limits. Safewords, six different spreadsheets to be filled with your answers about anything related to sex, Camille's own boundaries, NDAs that protect the both of you.

You spend a few minutes in silence. Just thinking to yourself, trying to find a answer. Yes or no? You looked at Camille, and it startled you to see that she was glaring at you. She was so blasé, but her burning eyes showed you interest, curiosity.

Hunger.

You grabbed the pen in front of Camille's smartphone and signed where it was needed. You left the contract on her table, grabbed your purse and didn't looked back.

And what a shame. Because if you had, you would've see how Camille L'espanaye observed every step you gave.

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Most of your time is spend with you running from one place to another, gathering information about anything that Camille think is troublesome. Making the right questions, tooking the right photos, knowing when to get out before people get upset.

If Camille senses that something stink, your job is to show her how much of shit is involved on it.

Except by your first day of work. That was unusual. It included getting measured for your uniform and an appointment with her hairdresser. You also run a few blood tests, consulted a gynecologist and signed documents in front of a scary lawyer.

But today was a calm day, and your feet were so grateful for it. It was the first time in two weeks that you could just sit still. Organizing Camille's agenda, confirming her presence on a few events and denying any request for a interview, you took your heels off.

That's the thing about news channels and saturdays: everyone that makes things interesting are too busy enjoying their day off. Normally you are one of those people, but Camille needed you here today.

The phone rang, and she didn't even gave you the time to answer. "My office. Now."

Your heels announced your presence. White dresses, gold earrings and black heels: that was your uniform meanwhile the real one was being made.

Camille was paying attention to her phone, tipping as fast as humanly possible, when you entered her office. Everything was black and white, just like your clothes. "Open it," Camille murmured gesturing towards a golden box on her table.

You got near it, leaving your table beside the box, and opened. Inside it you found the reason why you're working today. Your uniform was there.

Camille clearly can have anything she want, all she needs to do is open her mouth. But there is no way she could speed up a sewing process. Not without getting bad clothes.

You took it from inside the box and notice how it looked just like those school's uniforms that appear on series about rich people. It was soft, warm, and beautiful. There was also a pair of new, black shoes.

She really wanted you to look young.

"And... done," Camille closed her eyes, and passed her fingers throught her hair. It must have been a really stressing conversation. "Now put it on."

"Alright," you put everything inside the box ans took it on your arms, going to the bathroom at the end of the corridor. But before you could made to the door, Camille's voice stopped you.

"Do it here."

Camille demanding you to get dresses in front of her should have make you want to vomit. You shouldn't want that, or her, or that fucking job.

But you do. Fuck, you want that.

Camille told you to grab the opportunity. She show you that it wouldn't wait for you. And it was the right choice. Not only your payment is really good, but she is also paying your college debt as a act of encoragment — her words. Working for Camille will open so many doors for you, and those that won't you can open with her money.

And all she's asking is for you to fuck her.

You fucked girls for free, and none of them were directly responsible for you buying a new car. Why not put a price on your body? Camille is willing to pay it.

It helps that she's hot as fuck.

So you put the box on a couch and gave her the show she wanted. You started just taking off your earrings and necklace. Then you opened the ziper of your dress, slow enough to make her sigh. You let it slid of your body, revealing that you wore nothing bellow it.

You twirl the dress on your fingers, then throw it at her. It feel right beside Camille's phone. Once more her facade broke a bit, her smile way closer to a laugh then to a smirk.

As you put on your new clothes, you gave her a little spin. "Come here," was all Camille said.

You licked your lips and walked towards her. Right in front of Camille, you felt her eyes analizing every single detail of you. She gave you smirk.

"Kneel for me," she ordered. You did as she wanted, your heels digging on the skin of your feet. "Now use your mouth. Prove me your worth."

Camille opened her legs, the dress went up her tights and revealed her black thong. You touched her skin, your fingertips just brushing against her knees and thights. You slid them across her covered pussy, a touch so delicate it felt like a ghost.

Looking into Camille's burning eyes, you put her thong aside and revealed herself to you.

From then on, you were nothing but a starving woman.

Camille held on by your hair. She wasn't delicate. She just grabbed you, almost like you would run away. How could you ever do that? Not with her being so sweet. Not with her lips so warm against your lips.

"Fuck," she whispered. Her incoerent words showed that you were doing a good job. "Just like that."

You looked up, and then you saw Camille looking deep into your eyes. It made you go even harder on her, totally focused on making Camille reach heaven.

"What a pretty thing you are," Camille moaned. Her hand, before pulling your hair with no regards, now carressed your cheeks. "You're such a needy pretty slut, aren't you? My fucktoy."

You moaned against her dripping pussy, drunk on her arousal, and felt Camille shaking bellow you. She's so blasé, so colected, but now you saw her breaking bit by bit.

More confident, you grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer to you. Your tongue brushed against her sensitive clit, your fingers spread her pussy from inside. The sounds she made were the prettiest song you ever heard.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Camille couldn't stop screaming. That all put together bussinesswoman you meet were long gone. She was just a woman in need of a helping hand. "I'm 'bout to, oh god..."

Your felt her melting against you, her legs trembling against your arms. You stopped when her body collapsed against her armchair.

"Get up," she murmured. This time not out of disinterest, but because she was lost on her own pleasure.

Standing, you turned your back to her so you could get your things and leave. But before you could walk away, two hands grabbed you by your waist.

Camille, standing before you, caressed your skin. "Where are you going?" She bit your shoulder, and her teeths dig on your skin. It wasn't delicate, but it was good. "Already running away from me?"

"I thought you were done," you whispered. Her taste was still on your mouth. So sweet it could give you toothaches.

Camille kept on bitting your neck, licking it right after, until she made to your ear. "I'm not done with you," she whispered, and you didn't knew if she was mocking you.

"Sit on my table," she slapped your ass when you moved. "Open your legs." She once slapped you, but this time on your pussy.

The moan that escaped you made Camille force herself against your mouth. She tasted herself on you, but she also felt the taste of your lipstick. Camille licked your lips, trying to get more of you, then went back to explore your mouth.

Her fingers played with your lips, so wet for her, and entered on your tight pussy. So warm, so made for her. Camille curved her fingers, and you held into her. "Just like that," you moaned. "Please, just..."

Camille went harder, so hard you knew that it would hurt the other day, but you didn't care. Camille could hurt you however she wants, as long as she keep on making you feel like that.

"Be a good bitch and cum on my fingers," Camille grabbed you by the chin. That made you open your mouth, and Camille noticed the way your lips covered on her saliva shone. "Show me your tongue."

Camille spat on it, and you gadly took it. You blinked to her.

"Fuck," Camille fingered you as she pinched your clit. You were so close. "You really have a talent for that, don't you? Thinking about making you mine. Chain you to my bed so I can use you whenever I want."

"Do it," you whimpered against her lips.

She spread her fingers inside you. You gasped, your body chocking against her. You couldn't think, you couldn't see, all you did was moan as you came.

Camille continued until you were too sensitive to take it. She licked her lips, now addicted to your taste, and stepped away from you.

She took off her thong and thrown it at you. Camille moved your body, taking her phone right behind you, and sat on her armchair. You breath as you watched her go back to work, but you also smiled when you noticed her trembling feet.

"Cover yourself," Camille started. "Clean my agenda for tomorrow, scheduled a meeting Pym and find someone that make a coffee that doesn't suck like yours."

"But you swallow," you murmured as you put on her thong. It was wet from her arousal and your spit.

"What did you just said?"

"You heard me," you took your tablet and didn't gave her time before you walked away.

Camille L'espanaye observed every step you gave. When you were gone, she throw her phone away and closed her eyes.

"I am so fucked," Camille whispered to herself.

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[dontcallmeeds]

Kate Siegel really played a femcel mommy, like that was real

[quaildino]

if anyone has any tfothou fics please share them. i do not care who they are about, i will devour them all. bonus points if they are camille or madeline/verna tho. please fund my addiction

Some people might say I have a problem, but they are just haters. (I might have read every fic on ao3 I could find for camille and madeline/verna)

[pondslime]

Oooooo how about 👖🌝🖊 for the writing asks? :3

👖 Are you a planner, plantser, or pantser? Is it consistent?

I am....................a planner. who occasionally flies by the seat of her pants. like. I always know where I'm going w/a fic. where we're gonna end up. the main story beats and themes. tbh, I often plan WAY too much and do 7328728347 hours of research instead of actually writing anything tangible 💀

but then sometimes. the great power of yearning for fictional schlong will take over............and I'll just barf out a couple thousand words. w/no plan or goal in sight.

I rarely ever flesh those out. but. they certainly are there. in the wip doc. lurking

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

camille l'espanaye from the fall of the house of usher!! bc I need her to ruin my life

also. coop from twin peaks. bc he's one of my blorbos of all time and I can't believe I haven't ever written anything for him?? wild. perchance 2 dream...........one day I will 🫡

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

danger danger............the contamination is spilling over from my accursed saw sideblog.............hazardous waste incoming..............

below is a lil smthn from one of my NUMEROUS saw wip's 😔🔨💥

this particular snippet is from a fic..........that will likely NEVER see the light of day. it's wildly self-indulgent. unserious. goofy. 95% of it is absolutely incoherent and incomprehensible. I hop into this document when I have zero braincells and just wanna play dolls w/my favorite losers jsfdhjhfsdjfsd

woe, chainshipping princess bride-au be upon ye (under the cut):

“Your humors are imbalanced.” “You can tell that by looking at my tongue?” Adam exclaims incredulously. “No.” Lawrence counters, the slightest twinge of exasperation wrinkling his brow. “It's been evident from the start." “Is it my kidneys?” Adam presses on, voice pitching up shrilly. As if on cue, his side sings with pain. “Your kidneys are fine.” Lawrence deadpans. Up close, Adam can make out the fine lines and creases that make up the doctor's face. There's something inexplicably smug about that. Maturity has been afforded to Gordon by years of prosperity, cushioned by a comfortable birthright. It's a purchased thing. “You sure?” Adam asks. His mind is set on being an annoyance. That's what the last hour of hand wringing and pacing was for. Backing down now would be nothing short of a betrayal. “Very. " Lawrence replies. “Any gastrointestinal issues you may experience are wholly unrelated to your overall health. No…it’s your head I’m worried about.” “And why is that?” Adam can't help the snideness that creeps into his tone. "Well." Lawrence's politeness is beginning to border on strained. "In my professional opinion, the more that we can avoid getting bashed in the head, the better. Generally speaking." Adam should bite his tongue. Nod. “Whatever.” He mutters under his breath. “You’re the doctor.” “As you keep reminding me.” Lawrence says with a thin smile.

[baubeautyandthegeek]

Date Swap - Tamerlane Usher/Victorine LaFourcade, Morella Usher/Camille L'Espanaye

A/N: Fic 24/30 for my Summer 5x5 @julybreakbingo card and Alts. Last gif made for me by @whoreofthecottage

It starts with both Tamerlane Usher and Camille L’Espanaye hiding their feelings by flirting with the wrong partners, Victorine LaFourcade seems more than a little confused and Morella Usher is more than a little lost at the same time.     It takes time for Tamerlane to admit defeat, walking away and excusing herself as she finds Camille, the two side by side as she finally speaks, her honesty quieter than usual.    “This is a mess, why don’t we just... try?”    Camille wants to protest, but as she watches Tamerlane, softly shy Tamerlane, risk it all, she finds she is driven to do the same, glancing back at Tamerlane and Victorine with a small smile, they do make a good couple. 

[souliebird]

2023 character wrapped

Thank for for tagging me @theradioactivespidergwen !!

Top 9 Characters :')

I haven't been watching many new shows or fictional things in general, so none of these should be a surprise.

1. Tim Drake

My son and if I'm not thinking about him, I'm dead.

2. Frank Castle

I love and support him, your honor. He deserves a good night's sleep, a beer, and some pitbull kisses.

3. Matt Murdock

I love to torture this man almost as much as I do Tim and I just want to read deep dive fics about him dealing with angst. I desperately need more fics that focus on him being Blind and how ppl treat him. Especially as a vigilante. Bonus image:

4. Sadie Harper

My OC, whom I deeply love and want to rant about forever, but never do. She's a underground healer/community activist based in Hell's kitchen. Sue me.

5. Jason Todd

Big guns and bigger thighs. My second son, my baby boy.

6. Bruce Wayne

Listen, there is a reason people in my life groan when Batman is brought up around me. I love Tim and Jason but I foam at the mouth for a good Bruce. They are my sons but I want to climb this man, after crying about how much I love his character.

7. Camille L'Espanaye ((fall of the house of usher))

I want her to ruin my life

8. Michael Kinsella

Can you tell I have a type - sweet Irish mob man. Id let him tell me all about his Steinbeck books, even though I hate classic American lit.

9. Charon ((fallout 3))

I'm desperate for my fallout 3 game to actually work so I can go back to find my husband. Again. I have a type. I read so many fics earlier this year revolving around my favorite ghoul. 💕

Pls feel free to copy and talk about your fave characters this year!

[madwomansapologist]

𝜗𝜚 -> my personal favorite

- tamerlane usher!

𝜗𝜚 higher than heaven (sfw, fluff, married couple, fix-fic).

𝜗𝜚 A&W (nsfw, smut, sex worker, voyeurism, threesome).

★ holiday season (sfw, angst, hurt/comfort, married couple).

- william "bill" wilson!

𝜗𝜚 A&W (nsfw, smut, sex worker, voyeurism, threesome).

- camille l'espanaye!

★ lost in your fire (nsfw, smut, co-workers, sex worker).

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[baubeautyandthegeek]

Love Like Hate - Victorine LaFourcade/Camille L'Espanaye

A/N: Fic 17/30 for my Summer 5x5 @julybreakbingo card with Alts.

Everyone is under the impression they hate each other. It’s a carefully constructed lie, of course. Victorine has long given up Al, the woman driven to a death neither of them expects, her blood spilled enough to save Camille’s own life. Camille’s employees cover for them both and Victorine is hers.    Love, for them, looks like hate on the outside. What nobody sees are the nights Victorine’s cheek rests on Camille’s chest, hand skimming slowly around her waist. Nobody sees the love they share, because if they did, they would lose it all. It was easy, it seemed, for them to fake it, but every sharp word in public is rewarded with passionate kisses alone in private.

[baubeautyandthegeek]

Risk It All For Love - Camille L'Espanaye/Victorine LaFourcade/Tamerlane Usher

 A/N: Fic 8/8 for my @julybreakbingo Flash Bingo Card.

It had not been easy, Tamerlane thinks, wrapped around Camille, tracing soft fingers over the girl’s hip, Victorine allowing Camille to burrow deep into her shoulder, the girl’s tiredness is allowing them this peace, this rest, after a long, hard, day.     They had started all believing that the other halves of their sibling relationship had to be together, all three of them wanting love. Camille sighs softly as she nudges deeper into Victorine. She had thought, she had admitted, that Victorine and Tamerlane had to be together, Victorine admitting she was feeling the same for Camille and Tamerlane, they had to be together... Tamerlane surprising them both by admitting she had assumed that Victorine was with Camille, hiding it with their open dislike for each other.     Now, after Camille had come to them both having escaped a rabid monkey in Victorine’s lab, Tamerlane had cleaned her face and brought them both to bed, smiling at the way both women smiled and settled, it might not have been the perfect plan, but it was their life to share now.  

[baubeautyandthegeek]

I'm Just Your Problem - Camille L'Espanaye/Victorine LaFourcade

A/N: Fic 7/8 for my @julybreakbingo Flash Bingo Card.

Victorine knew that Camille resented her feelings, feelings that Victorine herself resented enough to push away but to find Camille pushing her way into her lab day after day was becoming a little more than dangerous.    So she pulls her aside, allows the fight that comes then, when Camille finally, finally, shuts up, closes the distance between them, she can feel Camille shudder as she wraps an arm around her, pulling her finally, finally, into a kiss that silences Camille even as they both shudder. It’s new and fierce and hard but it’s passionate in a way that lets them finally burn away the resentment.

[baubeautyandthegeek]

Heartbreak In The City - Victorine LaFourcade/Camille L'Espanaye

A/N: Fic 19/30 for my Summer 5x5 @julybreakbingo card with Alts.

Victorine wasn’t quite sure how to react to Camille’s quiet, almost sobbed, admission of feelings. It had been clear for a while they both felt something for each other, Victorine hiding it better since she was neither high nor drunk when Camille, at least at present, was both.     “You hate me...”    Camille’s voice is thick with emotion and Victorine sighs softly.    “No Cami, I don’t... but you are drunk... and high.”    “M’afraid you’d hate me.”    “That’s actually not possible. You drive me crazy Camille... but I love you.”    Later, as Camille finally falls asleep, Victorine wonders what they do now. It won’t be easy to adjust.

[madwomansapologist]

Hi, I wanted to ask if you could do a Camille L'Espanaye smut fic? If not, that's totally fine. Have a good day!

you ask and you shall receive!

i would post this just next week, but a homophobic comment change my mind. more WOMAN FUCKING WOMAN WOMAN LOVING WOMAN LESBIAN BISEXUAL PANSEXUAL DEMISEXUAL CIS WOMAN TRANS WOMAN WOC COMING SOON (coming 😄)

hope you like it 🩷