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frost-queen · 2 years ago

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Deadly kiss (Fem!Reader x Lady Lesso)

Requested by: anon Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @theletterhart, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly, @denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco @idkwhatmyusername, @subjecta13-thefangirl, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr

You sighed hovered over parchments. Touching your forehead with a brief shake, you were disappointed in the answers you were reading. With your feather you crossed out sharply the written word. Lifting the parchment up, you narrowed your eyes to try reading the scribbling ink. It was unreadable. In a way it was wicked that the writing was this chaotic, but you couldn’t even read what it said to examining it was harder.

You decided to leave a little sidenote with it. A bit of praise and a bit of criticism. You then swished your finger across as the parchment rolled up on it’s own. Picking it up, you placed it on the side. You heard the door creak behind you while grading the next parchment. A presence sneaking up from behind you. You clearly felt their presence as a shadow came down on your desk. With a sweet curious hum, you knew enough. – “Lady Lesso.” – you said dipping your feather in the ink bottle. – “Y/n.” – Lady Lesso answered admiring her nails.

You sighed again crossing out a word. Lady Lesso chuckled. – “They still have a lot to learn.” – you said out loud. The wood in the desk cracked a bit when Lady Lesso pressed her hand down on it. Her other hand laying on your chair. She came leaning over your shoulder to take a look for herself. You swallowed smelling a bit of her wickedly perfume. All the flavors that send your senses tingling.

She hummed again as you weren’t sure what meaning it had. A simple high hum that hid perhaps a bit of sarcasm. – “Lesso?” – you said as her eyes went down to your hand. She clicked her tongue in pity saddening her expression. You watched her trail her fingers above your hand. – “Your hand must feel so sore from grading?” – she said. It hadn’t occurred to you yet. You lifted your hand up, rubbing over it with your other. – “Perhaps… I have been grading for over an hour now.” – you casually responded.

“Well then.” – Lady Lesso said leaning in closer to you. You licked your lips brief thinking she would kiss you. Hoping she would. Her smile was cunningly. Her eyes dazzling with playfulness. You even leaned in to meet her half-way. Lady Lesso lifted up your hand bringing it in between. You watched her leave a delicate kiss on your hand. Her eyes focused on you. A tease to mess with you. It made you tighten your jaw. She lowered your hand as you leaned in wanting to kiss her.

“Anyways.” – she started straightening her posture. You kissed the air, grabbing onto your chair to prevent yourself from falling forwards. – “I should leave you to it. You still have a lot to do.” – she spoke with her back at you. You grabbed the back of your chair, turning more towards her. – “Toodles.” – she waved her fingers flirtatiously. You groaned loud once she was out of the door. Letting your forehead bump against the top of the chair to knock some sense into yourself.

After grading the parchments, you headed outside. Taking a turn to head for the library. There was some witches book you wanted to perhaps use in your lessons to knock more sense in the nevers. The library was close to empty. Perhaps a few nevers with their noses deep in a book. You looked at the shelves silently mumbling the titles you came across. All not the one you were searching for. You went into a new row doing the exact same thing.

Bringing your finger up, you dabbled your fingers as they moved across the book’s back. – “Ah!” – you quietly said with a surprise smile on your face. You came to a stop before it, reaching your hand out. Suddenly you felt another body pressed against your back, making you panic for a moment. A long black sleeve coming in your visual with a delicate hand. You squeaked being squashed between the body and shelves as it reached for the book. – “Allow me.” – you heard her whisper in your ear.

Lesso had taken the book, plucking it out. – “How… how did you know where I was?” – you asked, a rocket of fireworks going off inside of you. The warmth of her body against yours was enough to make you meld into a puddle. Lesso chuckled amusingly in your ear bringing her hand down. – “I know everything.” – she answered with a widen of her eyes. You gasped how her voice sounded so wickedly delicious in your ear. She moved the book down putting it down in your hand. Your eyes widened when you felt her plump lips against your bare neck.

The imprint it left on your skin from her glossy lipstick. Lady Lesso backed away before you could react to the fullest. Turning around sharply you stared into nothing. No sign of her. Swallowing you needed a moment to cool yourself. Why was it that she kept teasing you with these kisses. You wanted to kiss her, actually kiss her. Not some sweet pecks here and there, no a real sturdy kiss that would leave you breathless.

Before you knew it, you were gripping onto the book firmly. Nails pressed into the cover, shaking with frustration on the inside. If this went on for any longer, you would lose your devilish mind. Mumbling some curse words and witches speech, you stormed out of the library. If she would tease you like this one more time, you would explode. Her little pecks only made you crave more for her. Yearn for those devilish lips on yours. If you had to face a million evers just to receive one, you would. Nothing would stop you now from getting that kiss.

The next day you busted into her office unannounced. Lady Lesso’s brows quirking up at your presence. Another of the never teachers at her side. – “Y/n.” – she said leaning back in her seat. – “To what do I owe the pleasure?” – she completely seemed to ignore the other teacher as you hadn’t. You swallowed nervously eyeing the male teacher. – “Well uhm…” – you began completely off guard. You didn’t expect anyone else to be present.

This all made it more awkward. – “It can wait actually… it is not that important…” – you continued letting your gaze go to her. – “Are you sure Y/n?” – she asked with a smile. – “I would hate…” – she started moving her hand to her chest. – “for you to feel unimportant.” – she added, winking afterwards. You sucked in a breath feeling yourself boil with love. The cauldron inside of you bubbling till it almost over-cooked. You nodded firmly; jaw clenched as you didn’t want to answer before flipping out something embarrassing.

Turning sharply on your heel, you walked out. You returned to your own class to prepare the next class. Lady Lesso found her way to you. Once again teasing you with kisses on anywhere but your lips. This time her lips kissed your jaw and collarbone. She managed to escape again before you could strike your hit. It aggravated you that she would always leave you hanging. This time you weren’t going to let it slip so easily. You were at your boiling point.

Lesso hummed sarcastically sitting beside Dovey. Dovey was entertaining her with stories of her good students. Lesso could care less as the stories only made her want to throw up. Now was your time as you weren’t going to let it go so easily. Now it was your turn to leave her grasping for nothing as love slipped through her fingers. You walked firmly up to the table.

Lady Lesso quirked her eyebrow up at your presence. You leaned over the table grabbing her by the cheeks. Pulling her out of her seat, you smacked your lips right onto hers. Dovey gasped dropping her fork in her plate, sending it clattering. You counted in your mind the exact kind of seconds you would kiss her to leave her with a tease. You pulled away in one shot taking your leave. Lady Lesso stared with wide eyes in front of her.

She let herself fall backwards into her chair, utterly speechless. – “Oh my.” – Dovey commented waving her napkin as a cooler at herself. Lesso pushed her chair loudly back getting up. – “Lesso?” – Dovey asked curious. Lady Lesso went around the table, storming after you out of the lunch hall. – “Y/n!” – she called out. Her voice bouncing off the walls. Her pace firm as she tried to catch up on you. – “Y/n!” – she repeated ordering you to stop.

You stopped moving your hands innocently behind your back. – “Yes.” – you said sweetly. Lady Lesso approached with a firm step. You gasped when she grabbed your cheek firm. She guided you to the wall, pushing you against it. There she smacked her lips onto yours. She retrieved them forcefully from yours. – “No one…” – she breathed out, a fluster on her cheeks. – “No one takes away my pleasure this quickly.” – she spitted out. – “Perhaps that is what you deserve from teasing me all the time!” – you responded loudly. Lesso’s lips curled into a smirk.

“Oh…” – she squeaked. – “Is this how it is?” – you hummed loud. – “You can’t just tease me with all those kisses and give me nothing in return.” – Lady Lesso chuckled at your words. It angered you how lightly she went over it. You grabbed her by the collar, switching positions with her. Lady Lesso gulped when you had pushed her up the wall. Before she could speak had you kissed her again. Not giving her the satisfaction to make an escape for it. Lady Lesso melted under your kiss letting her hands rest on your arms.

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lavendarlingirl · 2 years ago

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“Mistress Plan” — Lady Leonora Lesso/Fem!Reader

Happy Holidays my fellow Lesso Lovers <3

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drkmgs · 1 year ago

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Stories Update

Hi, hello!

These are the stories that are sitting in my drafts. Don't worry, I will finish them as soon as I sort my schedule out.

[Also, I'm still working on the I'm in love with the criminal. Pairing Lou Miller x Layla Bradford (OC)]

Thanks for reading! :3

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scarlettjohanssons-mistress · 2 years ago

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I don’t if ur request are still open but if they are I was wondering if I could request lady lesso x reader we’re they are in a secret relationship and they got kissing or something by dovey

She is different

Warnings: Secret relationship, jealousy, fluff, warrior princess, bad liars

Word count: 2.3 K

Pairing: Lady Lesso x Fem!Reader

Prompt: It is impossible to hide that Lady Lesso was completely captivated from the first moment she saw Y/N

Requests: OPEN

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From the moment Y/N set foot in the school, the green eyes of the dean of evil did not stop admiring her figure.

Despite having a 'thin' build and short stature, Y/N wasn't your typical princess. The legends that ran through the corridors of the school, recounted the great feats that she had achieved as the star warrior of the greatest known kingdom; making the redheaded dean's curiosity grow with the passage of time.

Lady Lesso had always met the stereotype of the perfect princess, just like Dovey herself; so, hearing that that sweet-looking princess had been commissioned to slaughter thousands of enemies, just to protect the queen, only made it inevitable that Lady Lesso would wander into Miss Y/N's class.

Y/N was one of the first teachers to get a mixed class, getting both 'Ever' and 'Never' to learn to defend themselves and attack in combat, from small combats in a classroom of the, now, gigantic school, to fights that They executed on the school horses in the large gardens of the same.

At first, Dovey thought that Leonora's presence was due to concern (if that's what it could be called) for the performance of her students, but seeing how those eyes sparkled with a strange sparkle every time Miss Y/N, she brandished that weapon to teach the young princes how to defend themselves, she thought that her assumptions were not entirely correct. Lesso never missed a Y/N class, not even on the days they had practices in the gardens just like they were doing today; having a great simulated fight in the gardens of that castle.

A few minutes before class ended, Professor Dovey approached the stables, knowing that her students would arrive there, only to realize that Leonora was already there, staring at Professor T/N's braided hair

"My, what a surprise to find you here, Lesso," Dovey teased, smoothing the non-existent wrinkles from her beautiful dress.

“I would like to say the same”

Silence reigned for a few minutes, both with their eyes fixed on the training, until Dovey's gaze returned to rest on her senior partner, noticing how small and tiny black hearts came out of them.

"May I ask? What has been the reason why you delight us with your pleasant presence?" Dovey tried to persuade her partner, causing the redheaded teacher to just make a small face.

"No, you can't ask" she replied, in her typical annoyed voice.

Before Dovey could object to such behavior, the murmurs and laughter of the students, together with the galloping of the horses reached the ears of both women, causing their eyes to look at the boys, who quickly entered the stable to to let the steeds rest. Y/N was coming backwards, on top of her own horse.

"Oh, hi Dovey, I didn't see you there."

While Dovey and Y/N never became the best of friends (as Dovey always thought that a rebellious mind like Y/N didn't quite belong on the 'Ever' side), they have been courteous to each other, and more when Dovey found out that thanks to that woman, many of her friends and students were still alive.

“Lady Lesso, it is always a pleasure to greet you”

And for her counterpart was that beautiful redhead. When they were both young, Y/N remembered feeling self-conscious, clumsy, and even naive around her (the few times they happened to meet); when Y/N was taken to her friend Jade's kingdom to become what she always dreamed of, a warrior, she assured herself that if she ever met Leonora again, she would no longer be that shy girl; if she was capable of killing men in the name of what she considered fair, she was clearly capable of meeting this woman.

When the school received her, after those injuries that made it impossible for her to fight again, seeing how both the 'Evers' and the 'Nevers' young people applauded her with admiration, made her feel even more powerful. She was capable of instilling respect, pride and admiration on both sides.

Everything went overboard when her eyes collided with those of the dean of evil.

At first, he didn't recognize her, but, Y/N couldn't get over those beautiful eyes so quickly.

She felt how her knees began to give out, even a little unsure if she would be able to cross the entire room on her own.

To say that Leonora Lesso was beautiful was an understatement, the woman was the epitome of beauty and sensuality. Those green eyes like the grass bathed in morning dew, rosy lips like the petals of the most fragile flowers in her home kingdom, and that wild hair, like the flames she had seen on many of her travels.

She thought that with the weight of time, the impression before such a woman would diminish… but that never happened. Even to this day, she could feel the penetrating gaze of the dean in each and every one of her lessons, waiting for some mistake on the part of the young warrior, just to be able to take advantage and unleash her fury against her.

"Oh dear, that was a wonderful class," Dovey congratulated, watching as Y/N climbs down from the horse and begins to stroke the animal's head, while her other hand begins to remove the animal's saddle.

“Well, Dovey, thank…”

"Well, I expected to see someone injured" Leonora's hoarse voice commented.

Both Dovey's glare and Y/N's puzzled glare landed on the tall figure of the woman.

"Leonora!" Dovey scolded

“Well, my lady, I'm sorry to disappoint you this time. I promise that in the next class one of yours will have to be attended to urgently" Y/N joked, watching out of the corner of her eye, how the dean raised the corners of her mouth a little, showing a little amusement.

"Y/N!" Dovey scolded again, the princess looked at how her companion's corners were slightly raised, but, realizing the look, she quickly returned to her usual straight lips. "Both are impossible, I'd better go"

"I'd better go too" announced the redhead "I wouldn't like to see those freaks behave in a proper way"

"I hope that's not the case" Y/N joked again, watching how both deans walked away to let her clean the stable in peace.

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Night came, and with it, secrecy and mystery.

T/N had always been taught that night was the time for evil, the terrifying and the forbidden. Over the years, she realized that it was not entirely true; night was the time for secrets, intrigue, curiosity, mystery, and of course, the forbidden.

A knock at her door startled the poor girl, who quickly put aside her parchment and quill to open the door, revealing those sweet green eyes.

"Until you deign to open"

“It was only seconds, don't be exaggerating”

"Well, seconds that could well be used in something else"

"Like what?"

"Maybe kiss you"

If Y/N were ever to tell that the fearsome dean of Evil had a soft spot for honeyed words and cheek kisses, no one would believe her. But, here she was, leaving a trail of little kisses on Y/N's cheeks.

"Today you were splendid" she murmured against her ear.

"Do you believe it?"

"Oh sweet girl, I've never seen someone attack like that before. No warrior will ever be as great and skillful as you are."

“Oh honey, you flatter me, but, out there, there are thousands of warriors far better prepared than me. It took me years to convince my parents to teach me how to wield a sword, whereas these men are required to do so at a very young age."

“Well, princess, that just proves my point. You are beautiful, intelligent, strong, brave and capable woman, what more could I ask for?" Leonora spoke while her arms embraced the small waist of her beloved, bringing her closer to her chest, so that she could smell a little of her hair.

"Maybe a make-out session in my bed?" the princess asked cheekily

“Wow, that sounds like a great idea to me”

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Dovey's feet made it impossible for her to stay still. She was so anxious that, without realizing it, her feet moved her throughout her office, until she heard how the doors were opened violently, listening to Leonora's unmistakable walk, along with the annoying clicking of her cane.

"Well Clarissa, I'm here now, what do you want?"

But, seeing Leonora's raised eyebrow, the question stuck in her throat. Lady Lesso was well known for being the thorn in Professor Dovey's side, so wasn't it fair to get even a little revenge?

“I've been thinking about doing a new dance,” Dovey commented, performing in her everyday way: bubbly and happy.

"Other?" Leonora asked tiredly "Wouldn't it be like… the eighth this month?"

"Oh Leo, but this is for a special occasion"

"What could be so special as to warrant a school dance?" Now, the dean desperate, she crossed her arms, tapping her forearm with her nails.

“I have found the perfect prince for Y/N”

Lesso felt how the blood ran down from her head to her feet, making her fist take that stick with more force, until leaving her white knuckles.

"What?" she slumped into the chair across from Dovey, not helplessly, but furiously. "I thought I heard from Y/N's own mouth that she didn't want a prince in her life"

"Well, we can all change our minds, and believe me, when she see Prince Henry, her mind will change."

“Henry? What kind of name is Henry? It sounds completely ridiculous…”

"Leonora, if I didn't know you well enough, I would dare to say that you are jealous" Dovey teased, raising an eyebrow.

Lesso only managed to let out a sarcastic laugh, causing Dovey to laugh internally.

"Jealous? Of whom? Of your star princess? Not at all! I just make fun of the poor girl, having to deal with a man as… simple as this Henry"

"But if you don't know him yet"

"I don't even want to meet him" Lesso got up again, with her cruel director's facade, she hit the cane against the ground emphasizing her next words "So, was that all? Is that why you wanted to call me?"

"Yes, just to let you know to prepare your best clothes, because Y/N is getting married soon"

Dovey only listened as her companion's footsteps receded and with her, small murmurs, only affirming Dovey's theory.

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Unfortunately for Lesso, the dance came faster than she could process. Before she least wanted to know it, Dovey had introduced stupid, muscular, pretty face Prince Henry and Y/N and forced them into the middle of the room to do a little waltz.

"Don't you think they make a cute couple?" Dovey asked

"Oh yes, can you imagine how cute their babies would be?" Emma asked.

“They will have beauty and courage alike”

Lesso only felt her blood boil. She promised herself (and Y/N) that she wouldn't kill anyone again, but at that moment, the bloody prince had a red target painted across the middle of his face, taunting Leonora. One more torture wouldn't hurt anyone… except him.

"What?!" Emma's loud scream snapped Lesso out of her thoughts, causing her to let out a growl to get the attention of her companions.

"How much do they murmur?"

"Dovey just told me that Prince Henry is planning to propose to Y/N tonight." Emma groaned and clapped her hands, showing her excitement.

"What?"

“At least, the young prince confessed to me this morning. He said he would take her to the balcony to do it” commented Dovey trying to hide her emotion.

"There they go!" Emma pointed out.

And indeed, both were heading to the balcony, getting away from the bustle of people.

Without thinking about it, Leonora got up from her chair and began to follow the young people, until she found her beloved, with her back turned and completely alone.

"Y/N" Leonora murmured, causing the girl to turn around and give her a smile.

"Hi!"

"Where is the prince?"

"I punched him when he tried to kiss me"

Both women laughed, knowing that no one could be lucky enough to kiss Y/N's lips. Nobody except Leonora.

"He's an idiot"

"Yeah, next time Dovey wants to find me a boyfriend, I hope she finds a better one."

"There won't be a next one"

"Honey, we won't know, if we carry on like this…"

"I don't want to continue like this" Leonora cut off Y/N's sentence while her arms hugged her girl's waist. "Yes this is the feeling the got from hiding you, I don't want to feel it again" the dean buried her head in the crook of Y/N's neck.

"Are you sure, my love?" Y/N's soft but firm hands took Leonora's face, forcing her to look at her and be honest. “I know how much your reputation has cost you and I wouldn't want it to be affected by me. We can be discreet…”

"Fuck discretion, I just don't want to see you in the arms of another jerk like that Henry guy"

And without further ado, Lesso planted a kiss on her beloved's lips, proving that the love he feels for her is worth much more than her stupid reputation.

Carefully, Y/N encircled her girlfriend's neck and stood on her toes deepening the kiss full of feelings, affection and true love, in the light of the full moon.

"I told you, you owe me five doubloons" Dovey joked as she and Emma watched as their friend Leo finally admitted her love for that girl.

“It amazes me, how being so different, they seem to work well"

"She's different" Dovey pointed at Y/N with a look "Lesso is just… Lesso"

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doesthatsuggestanythingtoyou · 1 year ago

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What A Sad Sight

Her (Part 2)

> larissa weems x fem!reader

> requested? no

> content/warnings: angst, self-pity

a/n: after a month of listening to Taylor Swift songs i finally did it! i thought of this fic while in the shower lol. If you want to, you can listen to right where you left me. Another, Andy is played by Charlize Theron. idk, i just like The Old Guard

“Are you sure? You really want to buy that crappy coffee shop?”

Jolting up from your daydream, You looked at Andy innocently. “Hmm? What'd you say?”

“I asked if you really want to buy the Weathervane?”

Giving Andy an incredulous look, you spun in your chair. “Why of course! Larissa loves that café!”

Narrowing her eyes at her boss, Andy decided to cut the conversation short and leave. Yet, before closing the door, Andy turned around. “Are you sure sure?”

You gave Andy an assuring smile. “As sure as I am wanting to marry Larissa.”

Sighing, Andy closed the door and whispered. “Is she though?”

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You sat at the booth you and Larissa first met, where she introduced herself, where you spilled your drink after getting shocked at the beautiful intruder in front of you.

Today was busy, as usual. After buying the Weathervane, you immediately got people to do some renovation to make the atmosphere more like yourself. Of course that didn't mean that you would fire the staff, no you wouldn't. Yet you did want a change in the aesthetics of their uniform, you thought brown didn't accentuate the calmness of the café.

Your thoughts were cut off as the jingling of the bell came, notifying you that a certain tall blonde was now walking towards you. As she sat down, your nerves skyrocketed and suddenly your palms became sweaty.

“Darling, are you okay?” Came from her as she gave you a concerned look. Larissa wasn't a mind-reader, yet she didn't need to be to know you were nervous. That made her nervous as well.

Wiping your hands on your pants, you gave her a reassuring smile. It's now or never. “Yes dear, I'm quite fine. Uh– would you like a drink? I can go get Ty–”

“That won't be necessary, Y/N. I just ate before coming here.” She leant towards you and took your hand in hers.

Chuckling nervously, you gave her hand a squeeze and sighed. “Darling, you know that I love you, right?” Larissa nodded, your affection could be seen by anyone a mile away. You were quite taken with her, the students even started teasing you whenever they would see you with a bouquet of flowers for her.

“Larissa, I've been meaning to ask you this for a while now. We met each other here at the Weathervane two years ago, and after that it's been a bliss with you in my life. You constantly bring me joy whenever I see you. And I want you to know that I appreciate everything you do for me–”

“No.”

Your eyes widened at her interruption. You couldn't believe it, no, you wouldn't believe it. This day was supposed to go smoothly, she was supposed to say yes. You didn't make a plan had she said no, except maybe wallow in self-pity.

She noticed your silence and locked eyes with you. Seeing your glistening eyes, it broke her heart but she had to do it. She had to. Deciding to end your misery, she stood up and left.

You didn't even notice her leave, instead you let your tears fall as you stared at the seat in front of you. You replayed every moment you've been together, trying to find something, anything that would lead to this. Yet all you could think was your second conversation at the very same booth. How she still longed for her friend. How she longed that she chose her instead of her husband.

You decided to leave after hearing a couple whisper, “What a sad sight.”

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“You okay?” From the moment you walked inside your office like a zombie, Andy was there. She saw how you carried yourself to be strong for anyone to not say anything, yet as you closed your office door, you broke. Something in Andy broke as well when she saw you in that state.

“No.”

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #principal weems #principal weems x reader #wednesday

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maybegays-blog · 1 year ago

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Welcome to my blog 🙏 🫡

(Edited)

What I WILL write:

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Yandere

X (Fem!) Reader (anything but male)

What I WONT write:

Heavy saw level gore. (It’s hard to write and it makes me a lil sick 😔😵‍💫)

Character x Character (nothin wrong w it, I just personally don’t really like ships)

X Male reader

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Inc3st

If you request something that’s not on here, I will look into. (If I do not respond then I will probably not write)

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Please specify what you want me to write, I’m not good at coming up with things :(

Also, a small disclaimer. English isn’t my first language.

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Celebrities

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Trolls 3

Velvet

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The Conjuring

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Wednesday (2022)

Morticia Addams

Larissa Weems

Marilyn Thornhill

The School For Good And Evil

Lady Leonora Lesso

Clarissa Dovey

Black Panther

Queen Ramonda

Shuri Udaku

Riri Williams

Steven Universe

The FEMALE Crystal Gems

The Diamonds

Resident Evil: Village

Lady Dimitrescu

Mother Miranda

Donna Beneviento

Bela Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Daniela Dimitrescu

Total Drama

Gwen

Leshawna

Heather

Eva

Izzy

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(Not that far in the show, sorry!😔)

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astoryisaloveaffair · 2 years ago

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Fix You - Chapter 14: Enjoy the Silence

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Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Fem!Reader

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Chapter Summary: The final heat...

Word Count: 7k

Rating: R

Chapter Warnings: Cussing, violence. I will not be warning anything else due to spoiling the story. We are all grown. You can stop reading when you want to.

A/N: Has it really been a year? I wish I had a better excuse than "I haven't been doing great." But that's what it is. I've had huge changes in my life. New job, new career, new goals, and a greater sense of self-worth. I'm feeling a lot better. But my new schedule is busy! Hopefully you can forgive me for such a long cliffhanger.

Finally, a heads up. This has been the arc I have been working towards for almost two years, and I'm not going to waver. Just stick with me like you have been. It’ll be worth it.

I also did the absolute most and made a specific playlist just for this chapter here.

Forever thank you to everyone who commented, reblogged, shared, boosted, made content for, and supported me. It meant a lot and definitely kept this fic in the back of my mind. As always, most love to my girl @musings-of-a-rose who has tolerated me being a shitty friend for a whole ass year, and always talking things through with me in life and in this fic. Cheers.

Suggested Songs: Depeche Mode "Enjoy the Silence", Fitz and the Tantrums: "Out of My League", Lizzo "Truth Hurts", Michael Kiwanuka "Cold Little Heart", Cigarettes After Sex "Cry", Guster "Demons"

Frankie and you decided to break your apartment lease starting October 1st. Fall term started on the 30th of August, and you wanted time to settle into your schedule before planning a move. You spent almost all your time at his house anyway, only stopping back at your apartment for more clothes. Frankie had already given you a row of drawers to keep your things in.

You’d honestly never been happier, both on cloud 9 and it never faded, you were incredibly excited to begin this new start with Frankie and Gabi. It all seemed to have happened so fast. It had only been five months, you hadn’t even told your family about him yet, mostly to avoid comments on the age gap.

You were relieved the hiccup in your relationship settled, you didn’t like feeling unsure or that someone resented you. When you started feeling secure again, you clung to it. That sparkle of joy was hard to keep in check.

You picked your Fall schedule out together and spent the remaining weeks of summer basking in your relationship, playing with Gabi, going out with the guys, and constant fucking. But your most favorite thing was still lying on the couch with Frankie, teasing each other and watching bad TV.

“This is simultaneously the best and worst movie I have ever seen in my life. I don’t understand how they achieved this.”

Frankie shrugs, reaching to your lap for the giant bowl of popcorn, his eyes still glazed to the TV where Mad Max: Fury Road is playing. “I dunno. Who cares? It’s cars and chaos!”

“And Tom Hardy. And Charlize Theron.”

He pinches you on the waist, acting threatened by your thirst just to tease you. “You ever been to a demo derby? This kind of reminds me of it.”

You sit up from where your back is resting against his chest. “Um, no? Isn’t that kind of…for rednecks?”

He laughs, his eyes crinkling. “I’m not sure if you noticed, but Benny and Will are rednecks. But no, it’s for anyone who likes cars crashing into each other. There’s actually one at the fair every year. We always go to it. You should come.”

“I’m not going to a demo derby.”

“Aw come on! It’ll be fun! First time for Gabi too, and there’s rides and games and funnel cake and fried oreos—” He pauses as you hold your hand up to silence him.

“I’ll go. You had me at ‘funnel cake.’”

The fair is packed. The final hurrah of the summer before kids return to school and university students dive back into their studies. The derby started at 8 PM sharp, you, Dali, and the boys got there plenty early to look around a bit, get some food, and find seats.

You forgo any typical entree and go right for the funnel cake, heaping fruit and extra powdered sugar on it until the plate is a big mound of sweet. The guys had talked you up on this for days, Benny wouldn’t shut up about it, and you found yourself excited to watch. Your legs bounce impatiently as you scarf down your cake, breaking off pieces here and there to feed to Gabi and your boys.

The seats were bleachers, hard metal planks that hurt your butt and back and caught vibration from every footfall, but Pope sat behind you so you could lean back against his legs to be more comfortable.

It’s a long wait. The bleachers eventually fill up, you certainly had the best seat in the house (thank you Will), and you could see the hoods up of participating cars behind the commentator podium. The air is musty, the odor of wet dirt from a quick August shower earlier that day.

When the first round of vehicles start revving their engines, Frankie pulls some earphones for Gabi and secures it to her head. Once he’s sure she’s comfortable, he quickly runs you through the basic rules. “So there’s several ‘heats’, and which heat you’re in is based on how many cylinders the car has. Last car moving is the winner, but you can’t just avoid the other cars the whole time. No continuing if your car starts sparking from the engine, no hitting the driver side door, and no hitting anyone who’s already out.”

“Wait, cars catch on fire in this?”

Before Frankie can answer, the announcer calls out the first heat and you almost choke at the state of the cars coming out. They were completely dilapidated, windows punched out and hood frames reinforced with extra steel. It looked like each entry had about 5 different parts all from different cars, horrendous paint jobs, and one of them even had a stuffed dinosaur duct taped to the hood. Some of them looked like they had already been hit by cars, parts hanging off and bumpers pressing in on itself. None of these cars would last at all. There’s no way...

The rink was surrounded by giant cement cinder blocks creating a large “rink” type area. The contestants lined the front bumpers of their vehicles up parallel to each other at the barricades separating the cars from the bleachers, alternately revving their engines during the countdown.

“Okay, so, usually we all pick the car we think is going to win.” Benny says. You lean forward to look over the assortment of jacked up cars for this heat, eventually settling on an old Toyota Corolla painted a matte black. Benny chooses the dino car, Will chooses a Dodge Stealth with it’s headlights hanging outside the socket, Dali and Pope argue over a Ford Taurus whose back end was already smashed into the back seats, and Frankie chooses a Chevy Impala, which you immediately regret not taking because it has such a long front and back end. Lots of room for smashing and being able to keep going.

Gabi jumps up and down on Frankie’s lap as he points out things to her over the sounds of engines and a countdown, and then the cars are off off, engines roaring and dirt kicking up as they all reverse at full speed, several of them crunching up in the middle while others circle around the perimeters.

It soon becomes clear to you that there is no rhyme or reason to which car makes it and which doesn’t. Pope’s Taurus didn’t even start and is eliminated after 2 minutes of no movement, and whoever is driving the boxy piece of shit Honda Accord that Dali had to select is a fucking maniac, winding and weaving at full speed backwards, hitting whoever gets in their way. Her choice is the winner of that heat.

Most of them are driving backwards, and Will tells you it’s because they are trying to protect the engine. You deflate in your seat a little in disappointment, but he assures you that as the heat winds down and there's fewer cars taking up the space, the drivers and announcer will get impatient and they will hit each other head to head.

You’re shocked at how much you enjoy it. At one point a car hits the passenger side door of another so hard that it is pushed up and onto the barricade wall from the inertia, hanging from an angle as the crowd jeers and shrieks in excitement. One car flips over completely, another’s engine bursts into flames and the crowd all starts crying out caution because the announcer can’t see it. You’ve never seen anything like it before and there was so much fire you were sure the whole thing would blow up, but the driver slid out the glassless driver’s side window like it was no big deal and walked it off.

There is something satisfying about two cars hitting each other at full speed, the bodies of them crunching, wheels hanging off axles, bumpers being dragged behind and run over by other drivers, cars with mangled pieces becoming stuck to each other so they can’t separate until another car hits them, tires completely gone and cars only moving on its hubs. It’s chaos in a safe format, a way to experience destruction and violence in a way that feels good and unharmful.

Gabi has never been so amazed in her entire life, her mouth hangs open and she wriggles against her dad to see everything, laughing every time a collision happens. The audience oohs and ahhs and boos and screams and cheers and teases, you and your friends join the clamor as you have your own mini competition with yourselves.

Giant fork tractors come into the arena area to lift the cars that can’t move anymore, some guys are able to get theirs back up and running, driving them to the sides to shape up for the final Battle Royale.

The final heat is fucking wild. All the cars that were already battered enough before they even began to come back out, returned to do another round for the final winner. With all the action you’d barely even noticed that contestants whose cars were still driveable had spent the remaining heats beyond the barricades hammering and reforming their vehicles enough to compete again.

And at the end, the winner of all faces the crowd, pulls off their helmet to reveal a thick curly mass of long hair. The winner is a woman. You and Dali cheer until your throats hurt.

It’s over too soon. There’s a mass exodus the instant the derby is over, the packed stadium standing and pouring down the stairs pressing so tight that you and your boys decide to hang back until it thins out. You lead the way, Frankie’s large and warm hand grazing your waist as you slowly move down the stairs and back out into the fair, turning to wait for the rest of your friends to make it out.

“What next?” Benny says when you are all reunited. “More food? Games? Rides?”

“I’m not eating more before getting on rides, let's do those now.” Says Frankie, grumbling as he hears you tease him with Benny. He whips his head around to glare at you. “Just you wait until you get older and start getting sick on rides, I cannot wait to make fun of you back.”

The wait for the ride tickets is long, but it leaves plenty of time for the group to decide how many are needed. Who is riding what, who isn’t, what pairings and who will watch Gabi on the rides she can’t do. You’re surprised when Will and Pope back out of the Zipper, leaving you and Benny as a pairing for that.

Riding it was a mistake. The ride is basically a giant airborne conveyer belt with completely enclosed containers for people hanging off it that were 360 degree capable. And it lasted FOREVER. You lose some of your funnel cake behind the ride out of sight, threatening violence on Benny if he outs you to the others.

But it didn’t stop you from riding The Freak Out immediately afterwards, a rotating pendulum swing that made you feel like you were going to be catapulted out of your seat. The ride seated 4 groups of 4 so that in between squeezing your eyes shut, you could catch watery glimpses of Benny red-faced and cackling hysterically, Will’s chants of “ohfuckohfuckohfuckOHfuckOHFUCKOHSHIT FUCCCCCCK!”, and Frankie looking…absolutely fine. It was almost disturbing really, he was calm and collected, the only hint that this might have been something other than a nice drive in his truck was his giant smile, the tears leaking from his squinted eyes, his chocolate curls whipping around in the breeze as his hands clutch his hat in his lap with a steel grip.

“How the fuck were you so calm?!” You gasp as you stumble off the rickety landing platform. You hadn’t moved yet you felt like you had run a mile, your heart was beating so fast from the adrenaline it almost felt like you might have a heart attack.

Frankie shrugs. “Feels like a copter in a bad air current.”

You simply stare blinking.

“No, he’s always like this. Like this one time, we were flying in a helo over the Andes mountains, and—”

A sharp stare from Frankie that he tries to hide from you makes Benny backpedal.

“Uhhh yea we were flying over some mountains and the air current was wild but we got over the mountains just fine and everything was fine and we were fine.”

Your heart seizes in your chest, that same feeling of not being told something creeping up. You hate it. You push it back down, swallowing heavily to center yourself. “So I assume you were fine.”

“Yea. Yea. Cat is a good pilot.”

You hum, the panic still not leaving your chest.

Frankie grabs your hand as you walk. “It happened a lot, I just got used to it.”

“It happened a lot?”

“Yea. I mean, sometimes we were flying through shit climates, sometimes even pursued. Doesn’t make for a smooth ride. I’m just used to it. They always scream bloody murder though.” Frankie smiles softly.

“Oh.”

You go silent, continuing to walk to the next destination: the scrambler. You had already established you would not ride and Dali wanted some funnel cake herself, so she heads off while you stay off to the side with Gabi to watch, lost in your own thoughts.

“Just don’t fucking talk about that, none of that. That never happened.” Frankie seethes to Benny as they are strapped into the ride.

“Sorry dude, I can’t read your thoughts. I figured she knew.”

“No. I don’t want her to know. No one else needs to know about it.”

Benny falls silent, looking to Will beside him. Pope lowers his head, choosing to say nothing.

“Catfish…you have to.” Says Will.

“No the fuck I don’t. I never want her to know. If she knows…she’ll actually see ‘real me’. ‘Fuck-up me.” And I don't want her to yet. I don’t want to lose her yet. I don’t want her to be afraid. Stop fucking looking at me like that.”

They stop. But only because the ride starts, and they can’t see anything other than blurs.

You hate this feeling, this fluttering in your stomach like something is wrong but your heart knows, it knows it’s fine. It has to be. Your mind is spinning, trying to combat the rising anxiety clenching in your chest, doing gymnastics to find reasons to not be alarmed.

He’s not lying about something. He’s not. …He promised….I’m just overthinking this…

You can’t. You refuse to even think about it. Confronting the terrible possibility that you might’ve done it again, you might have thrown yourself all in to someone only to—-no.

He’s not lying. He’s not. …He promised….he’s different. I’m just overthinking this…

You can feel butterflies bubbling in your stomach and you feel like you might throw up. Fucking men. You huff in frustration and try to distract yourself with your surroundings, watching people on rides, sharing funnel cake. Your eyes scan over two men staring at you silently by a skewered chicken cart and in your current mood it makes you furious. “What the fuck are you staring at?!” You growl at them. They say nothing and slowly walk away, disappearing into the crowd. Fucking. Men.

You try not to let your emotions show. You sit back while Gabi goes on some rides for her age, using the time to rehydrate and calm yourself down. Living through Gabi’s joy helps.. She’s having a blast, choosing a different person to pair with for each time ride. Pope in the Wacky House, the Helicopters with her dad, Benny on the mini Viking ship. Once you feel better you join in to play bumper cars (Will and Gabi win) and ride the high-rise swings with her seated in the cool metal chair next to you, Benny singing along to the ambient speakers playing “Out of My League” so loud eventually all the other teens on the ride join in.You enjoy the mini coaster more than you thought you would considering it’s for kids Gabi’s age, you and Dali are the only others who can fit in the seats, no matter how hard Benny tried. It was easy to quickly forget.

After the coaster, Gabi begins to slow down, so you hit the fried oreo stand, paying for several batches despite protestation and alternately feeding everyone as the group slowly walks through the agricultural parts of the fair. It’s calmer here, the air warm and quiet. The pathway is less crowded so Gabi is able to frolic around on the walkway in front of you safely.

You walk through every barn, stopping to pet every animal. She’s a natural with them. Completely fearless, not one flicker of apprehension as she approaches cows and horses that are easily 6 times her height, paying close attention to her dad in how to not spook them. Everyone finds the goats to be the favorite because of the sounds they make. Even more so when Frankie engages in a screaming contest back and forth with a bunch of them until someone shoos them out of the pavilion.

Soon, all the sugar Gabi consumed rears its ugly head in the rabbit barn, she throws a fit when Frankie won’t let her get a pet rabbit and you only just catch her upper arm in time to keep her from collapsing on the filthy barn floor. You’re surprised she held out so long. Even you were crashing and getting tired. Also, the rabbits were ridiculously cute.

“Listen Gabi, how about we ride the ferris wheel? Would you like that?” You kneel before her, swiping the tears off her cheeks as she catches her breath. “It goes really high! Higher than the swings!” She nods, sniffing in a snot bubble as she takes your hand. The two of you lead the way, and as you get closer and closer, you start to regret your decision.

It’s much taller than the Freak Out. By more than 100 feet. It doesn’t look very stable either.

“Wait...this…this looks kind of high, don’t you think?” You turn to the guys, trying to conceal the wavering in your voice. You were scared enough at 70 feet. This was more like 200.

“Height requirement says she’s fine. And it’s enclosed, goes really slow. Come on.” Frankie takes you by the hand and your heart leaps into your throat, your feet skidding across the lawn as you try to pull back.

A light shove pushes you forward and you turn to glare at Will as he smirks down at you. “If you don’t go I’m never going to let you hear the end of it. Not after you called us “old and broken down.”

Well shit.

“Fine.”

You’re shaking when it’s your turn, the group mad dashing to three cars next to each other so you could talk throughout. Benny pairs with Pope, Gabi is vibrating with excitement as she’s put into a carriage by Will and Dali, and Frankie is beaming as he motions you towards the left car. He pats your butt as you gingerly step in, waiting until you’re seated before joining you and taking your hand.

“Babe…are you okay?”

You swallow, grateful it’s dark enough he can’t see you trembling. “Yep. I’m good.”

He leans forward in his seat, the glowing phosphorescence of the lights of the ride and around the fair bathing him halfway in a multicolored glow. tThe colors and shadows fold into the angles of his face like rainbow chiaroscuro, an angular stained glass window. He takes your hand again, yours is swallowed in his palm and you close your eyes as he rubs his thumb across the top. The dark beat of Depeche Mode pounds against your chest and echoes in your ears and you briefly imagine this is what it must feel like to drop acid.

“Your hands are really sweaty…and you’re breathing really fast. Are you sure you’re okay? Hey…” He squeezes your palm and you open your eyes to meet his. “It’s okay if you’re scared. I won’t joke anymore about it, I’m sorry.”

You swallow. “It’s just really really high.”

Frankie watches the ride operator out of the corner of his eye passing their car as he makes sure everyone is safely locked in before tugging on your arm slightly. You slide forward minutely, he meets you more than halfway with his large limbs and rests his hands on your hips. You gasp as the ride jolts and begins rolling, lifting the cabs up in the air. His calloused fingertip pushes your head back up.

“How about I distract you.” He murmurs, shifting forward one inch more, tilting his neck as his soft pouty lips meet yours.

You close your eyes, trying to lose your self awareness into him and his mouth and the soft skin of his nose that bumps your cheek and tickles your nose with its little breaths.

The lift mechanism suddenly shudders, clunking over something and it feels like when you run over a squirrel in your car. You inhale sharply against Frankie’s lips as your cab jostles back and forth. Not much, but enough for you to slam yourself back against your seat and clutch the seat bottom as hard as you can. Your heart beats wildly and you imagine the ride breaking and dropping you on the ground to be crushed to death by this stupid fucking metal cab.

You feel pressure on your knees and look down, focusing hard to not see double from fear. Frankie cups both in his hands, thumbs lightly stroking the inside of your thighs. “It’s okay.” He reassures, squeezing your knees once more. “Probably an under-greased cog, it’s nothing. They test these things like 50 times a day.”

You simply stare, forcing yourself to nod.

“Close your eyes.”

You open your mouth to argue then close it and obey. You trust Frankie, and it can’t be any worse.

“Just focus on me. And…you hear the music? It’s called “Enjoy the Silence.” I was obsessed with this song when it came out. And can you hear Benny below us? I can hear Gabi laughing too. We’re all okay, you’re okay too.”

You bite your lips into your mouth, focusing on the song and Frankie’s husky voice. The meditative synth pop calms you, and the carefree voices of your friends below does help calm you, but you can’t slow down your heartbeat.

“I’m okay. Just too much adrenaline.”

The hands on your knees slide up your bare thighs and wrap around the bottoms of them. Frankie pulls you forward in your seat with a smirk. “I’m feeling a little amped up too.”

“Frankie.”

He doesn’t respond, his sole focus on your thighs as his hands slide up and up and up until he is just able to slip the tip of one of his fingers under one leg of your shorts. For some reason, it pisses you off.

“Frankie!” You hiss. “People could see us.”

“Nah…” He shushes you, his finger sliding lower.

You clamp your legs shut and push his hand back in his direction. “Frankie, I don’t want to right here.”

He sits up. “Oh.”

Suddenly you hear Benny’s voice from below. “Hello we are underneath you guys! I don’t want to hear any hooking up sounds!” He trolls, and you fully push Frankie back to his side, your cheeks burning in embarrassment.

It’s the first time you can remember that it’s ever been uncomfortably awkward between the two of you, and you’re not sure why. The silence seems so much more noticeable and weird against the clanking of the Ferris wheel gears and the chattering of random other people.

You’re not even looking at each other, you realize. When did that happen? Your neck cranes to the left as you gaze at the stars, and when you turn back towards Frankie, he is looking to the right and down at the fair.

“…Is everything okay?”

His eyes snap back to yours. “Yea? Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Cause I pushed you away, and…I dunno, you’re being weird..”

“Oh, I’m sorry, that’s not intentional. I’m not upset, c’mere.” He opens his arms wide to you, scooting on his bench so there’s enough room for you.

You hesitate. “Won’t it…won’t it throw off the balance?”

You feel ridiculous asking but he doesn’t laugh at you, just shakes his head slightly. “Nah, they wouldn’t be able to run this ride if people couldn’t sit on the same side.”

You balance awkwardly on the edge of your bench overanalyzing what exact moment during the track of the ride to launch onto his, but you overthink it and end up jostling the cab more than necessary. Frankie’s arms pull you into his side and you burrow your face in his neck as the cab continues to rock. The music fades from Depeche Mode to Lizzo to Lil’ Nas X (Will clearly enjoys that one) and then back to Lizzo, and you forget all about your uneasiness.

He was right. It did feel better being with him.

The ride does one more pass then rolls to a halt, letting off you with Frankie and Benny with Santiago. You hover at the exit for Will and Gabi, who have to wait for their cab to reach the platform before dismounting. Frankie takes your hand as you wait.

Gabby’s adrenaline rush runs out fast, and you spend the remainder of the fair eating more fried Oreos and playing games. Somehow you manage to beat them all at the water shooting game, which amps up the competitiveness to the point you’d rather just watch.

Which is how you end up at the “star” game.

“We’re so fucking good at this game, it pisses them off every time.” Laughs Benny, as he shoots the entire Star out perfectly with the gun that is specifically not given enough ammo to achieve this. You hop up on the far side of the counter to watch, noting the way each of you boys handles their weapon and the differences in each. Benny held his gun loosely, like he was relaxed and self assured. It almost seemed like you would be able to slap it out of his hands but you knew he still had an iron grip. Will was precise and, as you expected, “perfect form”. You could tell just from Pope’s posture change that he was the best shot on the team, you’d never seen him look so focused. Frankie held his with a tense white knuckle grip, the folding stock tucked against his shoulder joint. The tension carrying up his arms as his veins popped out in his forearms and biceps. He looked fucking good. And you wouldn’t consider yourself a “gun person.” In fact, you kind of hated them. But there just was something about a strong non-douchey man holding a rifle like that that activated you. Damn the patriarchy. Even Dali is a great shot, though not as good as the guys.

After a few rounds, the carnie finally stopped allowing your posse to keep playing, frustrated that somehow the rigging system didn’t work on your group. You lean back on your hands, your legs swinging against the wood counter, observing Benny arguing with the carnie with a smirk. Gabi is passed out in her stroller next to you as Frankie sidles up to you, feeding you a piece of Fried Reeses, then promptly kissing you so the taste floats between you.

He hums deeply, stepping closer to you til he’s between your legs. His hands rest low on the top of your thighs. “This ok?”

You smile. “Yes. More than okay. And I want more.”

Frankie beams and cups your face, his lips crashing into yours as he all but breathes you in. You tilt your head and poke his mouth with your tongue. He responds immediately and opens for you, meeting you halfway. You whine softly as his hands leave your cheeks and trail down your back, one hand sneaking a bit lower to discreetly cup your ass. You’ve just wound your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck when you hear a shrill voice cut through the din of the dwindling crowd.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Your heart slams to a halt so fast it hurts. You recognize that voice. And so does Frankie. Your heads both snap to the left as a disheveled looking Lex stands there with a bunch of her friends.

Frankie simply stares. She repeats herself. “Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me. The BABYSITTER? Are you fucking your BABYSITTER??? Oh Frankie…come on…how pathetic can you be? She’s like a child!”

You look at Frankie, receding into himself like a silent, terrified puppy. You’ve never seen him like this before, it unnerves you.

“Excuse me.” You snap back. “I am 28.”

She scoffs. I fucking knew something was going on with you two. And you’re doing this in front of my child?”

“Well, actually, Gabi is sleeping. At least she was, until you came ranting and raving.” You make eye contact with Pope, who reads your perfectly and starts steering Gabi’s stroller away so she can’t hear. “We made sure to be careful for her but why do you even care if we are fucking? You left him! You didn’t want him anymore, so it shouldn’t fucking matter who he dates.”

“He’s a drug addict and a pathological liar. He will NEVER change.”

“Yea? And you are a drunk, controlling, OCD bitch who can’t mind her own fucking business. He’s happy with me. I trust him. Unlike you. Bye.” You couldn’t help yourself, you just fucking hated her.

But that set her off. “Did he tell you why he was suspended?”

“Yes, he—“

“Did he tell you he was high, flying a family and he almost injured everyone from a sloppy landing? Did he tell you how he would take Gabi to his drug dealers house with him? How he went on a STUPID fucking mission with these idiots to burglarize a fucking drug lord completely off paper? That I deliberately asked him not to because we had a new baby? That he crashed their helicopter, dropped all their money and shot innocent villagers to keep them from getting it? At children and old men adn women? That because of that, Molly’s husband was shot in the fucking head by one of those people? And then they couldn’t even bring the money back so it was all for no reason?”

She’s shouting now, spittle flying from her inebriated lips. One of her friends tries to grab her arm but she shakes them off. People in the crowd are starting to stop and watch. “Then, THEN, he treated me like shit, saying horrible things to me just when he was mad, throwing things, scaring me!”

You feel like you can’t breathe, it’s too much information all at once. “...What? I don’t…No. no, he said he was on a delta mission–”

“Oh sweetheart,” She sneers condescendingly. “He was on a greed mission. He was retired from delta. This was like a year ago. They all wanted to get rich and robbed a fucking drug kingpin and Frankie shot innocent people to make sure he got alllllll that money. And because of that, his friend was shot and killed and his family has NO idea why. He lied to you.”

You turn to look at him, and all his friends. Everyone is silent, trying not to look up from the ground. Dali looks as bewildered as you. “Frankie…?” Tears water in your eyes and you feel like your heart is going to burst. You thought he told you it was an enlisted mission, but on top of everything else you just learned your thoughts are rushing so fast you can’t seem to remember specifics.

Frankie can’t even look at you. And that’s how you know.

It’s true…

“Lex. Stop.” Will’s Southern drawl cuts through the silence, the commanding officer in him coming out. “It’s over. This shit between you two has to stop. Enough.” His eyes shift to Lex’s friends, who are nodding and repeating the same thing. Lex finally allows them to pull her away muttering under her breath, sending one last glare in your direction.

The walk to the truck is silent. The ride home is a foggy blur. But the minute you step into the house, you crack.

“Frankie please tell me all this is not true.” You can’t read him at all, his face is completely blank as he moves around you towards Gabi’s bedroom to tuck her in.

So you wait.

His hackles are already up when he comes back out.

“Frankie–”

“Yea.”

“Well?”

“Yea. It’s true. We tried to steal money from one of Pope’s cases and it backfired and Tom got shot.”

“Because of you.”

His expression changes then, from blank nothing to vicious defensive anger. “Yea. Because of me. I fucked up the flight back and we crash landed and these fuckin’ villagers were gonna take the money! And it was an accident!”

“You ‘accidentally’ shot innocent people?”

He swallows, his jaw clenching and unclenching. You can see he’s doing mental gymnastics in order to avoid accountability.

“Did your finger slip?”

No answer.

“Frankie. Did your finger slip on the trigger?”

You already know the answer before he says it. And somehow it’s like he morphs into a Disney villain as he says it. “No. My finger didn’t slip.”

It burns, the sharp pain in your heart that makes you feel like it’s having a seizure or forgot how to pump blood or is pumping too much blood. “How many people did you kill.”

He shrugs. “I dunno.”

“You don’t know? How can you not know?! Frankie, you told me this was your job! You- you fucking lied to me! I-I I asked you if you were hiding anything else from me and you fucking lied to me!” You can’t help your voice raising, the tears spilling out of your eyes as you realize how fucking stupid you had been. Somewhere in the background you can hear Gabi has woken and is hysterically crying. Frankie, clearly having enough, turns back towards her room. But you continue, screaming at his back. “And that’s why Tom is dead? And his family doesn’t know why?!”

Frankie doesn’t answer and suddenly you are enraged. You run behind him and shove him forward. “I’m fucking talking to you! How can you just be so fucking blase about this??? And…all that other shit???—I feel like I don’t know you at all!”

He whirls around, that furious murderous face you ‘ve seen him give others is finally directed at you. “Because you don’t!” He screams back, his teeth nash and he shoves a finger one inch from your face. You flinch.

“Frankie, you’re scaring me.”

“I’m scaring you? Really? I thought this was your thing?”

You blink, confused, tears stalling on your face. “Don’t–” You plead softly.

“No, Lex is right. You’re a naive little girl who thinks she can save worthless idiots like me and live some fucking fantasy happily ever after. You won’t. You can’t. I’m unfixable.”

“How can you say that!! Frankie, I love you!

He scoffs. “I know you think you do. And I know you aren’t stupid, you told me you’ve done this before. But guess what sweetie, you aren’t better, you’re still doing it because you’re so fucking desperate for someone to love you. You don’t love me. You just want to feel like some fucking savior.”

“No! No… I didn’t, I don’t…you told me you loved me!”

“I wanted to fuck you.” His eyes are black as far, it’s like you don’t even recognize his face anymore. Lex was right. Lex was right. How…did you make all of it up in your head?

“You…You’re a fucking psycho…I feel like you emotionally manipulated me into caring for you only for you to play games with me! I specifically told you I couldn’t go through this again and you fucking did it anyway!”

“Hey, you kissed me. And you were fun to fuck, I will admit that. Let me do fucking anything. But we both knew this would happen. You set yourself up. I did shoot those villagers. I caused Tom’s death. I just wanted the fucking money. And I wanted to kill a bunch of kids too, when they got in my way. Fuckin’ teenagers and I told Pope to fucking shoot them all. And you know what else? We went back and got all that fucking money we hid, and we are fucking swimming in it. And I didn’t share a goddamn dime with my ex. You’re right. I am a psycho, so it’s a good thing this is over. Pack your shit and leave me alone.”

“Fuck you Frankie.”

You don’t wait another moment. You don’t need to be asked twice this time. You shove him aside on your way down the hallway, doing everything you can not to let the second round of tears fall. He’d seen enough.

You slam the door of the master bedroom behind you, frantically bouncing around different points in the room to grab all your shit. When did all of this stuff even get here? Anxiety bubbles up your chest until you can’t take it anymore and say fuck it, he can just throw anything else out. I have to get out of here.

You rush back down the hallway like a speed demon, praying to whatever that he won’t be standing in the hallway still. He isn’t. He’s sitting on his couch facing away from you, his head in his hands. You hate yourself for wanting to go comfort him. He’s right…I’m

not better…

You pause on the front doorway, struggling to say what needs to be said. Don’t be weak. Don’t keep letting people do this to you over and over. “Don’t contact me.I never want to see you again.” You say to his back.

He doesn’t move a muscle, or even look at you. “You won’t.”

You were able to make it halfway across the lawn before the grief fully hit. By the time you got to your car you were gasping like you were no longer able to breathe. And the minute your car door shut you broke, a wailing sob bursting from your lips as you bury your face in your palms.

Again. It happened again. And it’s just as crushing as every other time, except now it feels like you never healed from the others and now they are all piling on top of the other with this one as the final blow.

Why. WHY? Was there something wrong with you? Why were you never enough? Why couldn’t you make them stay? What did you do to keep having to go through this? It almost killed you last time, your eyes squeeze shut as you remember the look on your parents face as they watched you writhe on your bed screaming and crying hysterically from your latest breakup.

And why did you let yourself fall into it again, like you had never learned a goddamn thing. It was like you were masochistic, you told yourself you would never need someone again so badly, you wouldn’t enmesh yourself so fully that when it fell apart you could barely function. Your heart was once again ripped out of your chest and thrown to the floor, the cracks from before making this shattering into pieces so small you know it can’t get repaired again.

With a trembling whimper, you pull your face out of your hands and wipe your eyes, your nose. You realize you’re still sitting in Frankie’s driveway and you immediately look to see if he's at the window, concerned for you. He isn’t. You hate yourself for it but it breaks you even more.

It’s over.

You drive home mindlessly, your Spotify on shuffle and you aren’t aware of anything else. Just get home. Just get home and then you can cry, try to move on. But you already know you won’t.

You finally tire yourself out of tears, and you try to talk yourself up, turning up the music and chanting “it’s okay” to yourself.

It’s Coldplay. You always liked Coldplay.

When you're too in love to let it go

But if you never try, you'll never know

Just what you're worth

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you…

Tears stream down your face

When you lose something you cannot replace

Tears stream down your face, and I–

You slam the on/off button so hard you actually cause the auxiliary cord to malfunction, so you rip it out of your phone and throw the damn thing on the passenger seat. You drive home in silence.

It’s dark in the lot when you arrive. You park in a spot along the side and towards the back because the lot is mostly full. The only light shining is the pole yards away, the bulb switches off and on opposite of the dark one right above you.

You feel numb. You can still feel sticky dried tears on your face, but your ability to utter a sound is gone. You close your eyes and try to compose yourself, simply sitting in your car in the dark. You’re avoiding going upstairs, you know. You’ve pretty much been living at Frankie’s. Walking through that door would make it feel too ‘official’. You cover your face with your hands and rub the tears tracks off your raw face, and are about to take a breath and gather your shit when a THWACKING sound bursts right in your left ear.

You startle with a yelp and look out your window, prepared to tell off whoever is messing with you, but freeze when you find yourself face to face with the barrel of a gun, the only thing separating you from it is the shitty window glass on your cheap car.

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Post A/N: Don't yell at me lol

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year ago

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Prompt 47 with Leonora Lesso x Fem!reader please <3

Hey hey hey anon! Thanks for the request, I love writing for Charlize Theron’s characters 💋 Plus the prompt…! And I added a song for inspiration to go along with it— Hope you enjoy 😏

Would You Look At That ~Sub!Leonora Lesso xDom!Emma Anemone xDom!Fem Professor!Reader

Dominating Leonora Lesso is not a task for the weak… and this time, Reader calls in some ✨assistance✨ from Anemone.

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#47. “You did not just cum...”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, threesome(kinda), smut, scissoring, eating out, fingering, masturbation, exhibitionist kink, voyeurism kink, mistress kink, degrading kink, praise kink, edging kink, gagging, bondage, orgasm denial, punishment kink, etc…

Enjoy (;

If there was anything that Lady Leonora Lesso was, it was untameable. From her hair to her biting remarks, the woman embodied being untameable. So when you decided to take on that beast, you knew you were in for a ride… A wild, lustful, bratty ride…

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“I’m bored…” your red headed girlfriend huffed under her breath, only for you to hear.

You were both in the weekly all around staff meeting. And it was just droning on and on.

“I know… only a few more minutes…” you replied in a hushed whisper, “hopefully…”

“I want you.” The red head decisively states, while still pretending to still listen to the meeting.

“Not right now… later.” You muttered under your breath.

“No… I want you now.” Lesso whined.

“Oh Behave…” you scolded your horny girlfriend.

“Never.” she wickedly whispered, before snaking her own hand into her trousers.

“Leo…” you warned her, the edge in your tone becoming apparent.

All while you were both pretending to pay attention to the meeting.

“If you won’t help me, then I’ll just do it myself…” Lesso muttered, before slipping a finger into her throbbing heat.

“Take. Your. Slutty. Fingers. Out. Right. Now.” You gritted, trying extremely hard to remain a look of composure.

But she didn’t. In fact. Lesso didn’t even respond to you. She just continued to finger herself, letting out the tiniest mewls and pants, only for you to hear. It was making you go fucking feral. And then you heard it. Lesso had to bite her tongue to suppress it, but you still heard it. Her strangled cry as she came…

“You did not just cum...” you wickedly chuckled, not fully believing how far she was pushing you right now.

“What? You jealous…?” She lustfully bit back.

“I want you in your office, stripped down to your undergarments, as soon as this dreadful meeting is out…” you growled.

“Yes ma’am…” Lesso groaned, squirming in her seat with anticipation and bated breath for what you had in store for her…

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When you finally got back to Lesso’s office, you entered the room to find Lesso kneeling in front of her desk, in her undergarments, staring at you.

“Baby… I need you…” she whined, giving you her best puppy dog eyes and pout.

You payed no mind to the horny red head at first, turning around to close and lock the door.

“Take me to bed and fuck me, baby…?” She pled, pouting her lip for extra emphasis.

You towered in front of the red head now, grabbing her by her chin and tilting her head up to your gaze.

“Baby…?” You chuckled wickedly, “Is that how you address your superiors?”

“Mistress…” Lesso moaned, “I need you… so badly…”

You released her chin and chuckled darkly, “Then you shouldn’t have been a brat…” , backing away from her vicinity as you spoke.

Lesso let out a dramatized whine at your words. You ignored her yet again. Walking to the nearest chair, you turned around on your heal and leaned against the chair.

“Anemone pulled me aside after the meeting today and told me something quite curious…” you purred wickedly.

Lesso’s ears pricked up at your subject change.

“Oh?”

“Yes. Don’t you care to know what she said?” you purred, baiting your trap for which you knew the red head would fall into.

“Yes mistress…” Lesso huffed, “although I’d much rather be doing other things…” she muttered with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

You chuckled yet again…Lesso would never relent… But you weren’t one to rollover easily…

“She told me that she’d caught your little stunt… ‘Could practically smell the brattyness reeking off of you’ I believe we’re her words…” you purred with a wicked twinkle in your own eyes, “And she offered her assistance in punishing you…”

Lesso gulped.

“What?”

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. You smirked and went to go open the door. But you stopped before unlocking the door and turned back to the red head.

“Color?” you checked in with your girlfriend.

Lesso’s breath hitched, “Green.”

You hummed in approval, as you opened the door and Anemone walked in, her eyes widened at the sight of Lesso. You made sure to shut and lock the door before joining Anemone and Lesso.

“I really must say Y/N, I’m impressed.” Anemone chuckled, “I’ve never in my life seen anyone successfully tame Leonora Lesso…”

At that, Lesso growled. You blushed at Anemones words and chuckled in response to Lesso.

“Thank you. It’s a full time job…” you joked.

Anemone smirked in response, before turning fully to you, “Shall we?”

“We shall…” you purred wickedly, turning to face Anemone fully.

Lesso huffed loudly to make her presence known, not liking how much attention she wasn’t being given. You stepped into Anemone’s personal space, before slightly tilting your head in Lesso’s general direction.

“Sit and watch. No touching. No speaking. No nothing, unless we say so.” You warily purred, “Take your punishment like a good slut…”

At those words, you muttered a spell, locking Lesso’s hands together behind her back. The your lips smashed into Anemones. Lesso’s jaw dropped. You usually spanked her or edged her with a vibrator… You’d never done this… But god was it turning her on… So much so that Lesso was grinding her hips down into nothing.

Your kiss turned heated pretty quickly, your tongues slipping into each others mouths, and the fight for dominance ensuing. But you had both agreed that this was about Lesso. So you continued on an equal dominance level.

Anemone broke the kiss and brought her lips to the shell of your ear, “Let me eat you out in front of your pretty whore…” she husked, loud enough for Lesso to hear.

Lesso had to stifle a moan at Anemone’s words, her hands struggling against her magical restraints.

“God yes…” you groaned, happily collapsing into the nearest chair that faces Lesso.

Anemone immediately dropped to her knees, connecting her lips to yours once again as she helped you remove your trousers. She peppered kisses up your thighs, making you whimper out in pleasure. Suddenly you felt Anemone’s hot mouth making contact with your skin even more. You looked down to find her hooking your knickers with her teeth. You groaned out, arching your body for her to have an easier time removing your knickers. She dragged the knickers teasingly down your legs.

All this show went straight to Lesso’s core. She audibly moaned as Anemone dragged your knickers down your framed legs. God, this was a horrendous punishment…

At her sound, both you and Anemone’s head swiveled over to the red head. Your gaze then met Anemones, the same idea swirling in each others mind… Anemone got up and took your knickers from her mouth, walked over to Lesso, and stuffed your knickers into the red heads mouth…

“If you can’t stay quiet, slut, then we’ll just gag you…” you purred wickedly.

Lesso looked to Anemone as if she was pleading with her to reason with you. But Anemone merely ignored the red head, sinking back to her knees and opening your legs for proper access to your wet cunt.

“God, Love, your soaked…” Anemone groaned into your aching pussy.

Your hands found their home in Anemones hair and on the chairs side rests.

“All for you, Emma…” you moaned, bucking your hips to meet her face, “all for you…”

With that, Anemone dove into your folds. She skillfully lapped away at your fluttering cunt, making you cry out and moan in pleasure. Your hand tightening around the arm rest, your other hand burying Anemone’s head only further into your pussy.

And all Lesso could do was stare, while grinding into nothing and moaning into your knickers. She had no doubt in her mind that she’d already soaked through her own panties by now… And Oh God when you came…

Lesso thought she’d cum right there… Your cries as your legs clenched around Anemones head… The sight of your head thrown back, your eyes rolled back, your hands clenched into white fists…

You eyes fluttered back open to find, Anemone in between your legs with your cum all over her chin and a smirk on her face. You looked beyond at Lesso, and you were pleased to see how affected she seemed to be. But you weren’t done…

You brought Anemone up to straddle your lap, connecting your lips to hers once again. You moaned loudly as you tasted yourself on her tongue.

“Fuck I wanna feel your cunt against mine…” you wantonly moaned into the kiss.

Both Anemone and Lesso groaned out in unison at your words. Anemone swiftly got up and began removing her dress, which you were quick to help with. You threw your shirt and bra off and to the side with ease, and lastly helped Anemone with her undergarments.

You were both swiftly back in your previous position with Anemone straddling your fluttering cunt. But this time, you locked your legs together… Anemone beat you to the punch in grinding her heat against yours, eliciting a string of leud cries from your lips.

Lesso cried out in response, while still being muffled from your knickers. Tears were starting to swell in the red heads eyes.

“You good, sweet slut? Color green?” You panted, as you grinded your cunt against Anemones.

Lesso vigorously nodded and tried to cry out ‘green’, but she was yet again muffled. Your grindings with Anemone quickly got sloppy, as you were still sensitive from your last climax, and Anemone was close to her own… You both toppled over the edge together and in cries of pleasure. You panted heavily, unlocking your legs from Anemones.

“Thank you, Emma…” you breathlessly spoke, “That will be all for now…”

Anemone nodded, “Anytime…” she spoke, giving you own last peck on the lips, before cleaning herself up and putting on her clothes with a wave of her hand and leaving the room without another word.

Leaving you, panting in the chair, and Lesso, a puddle of sex on the floor. With a flick of your own hand, you magicked the restaints and knickers away from Lesso.

“God please Mistress I—” Lesso began pleading.

“You will say no more tonight. You will not touch yourself tonight, but rather you will just go to bed.” You firmly spoke, “If you are good tomorrow, then I will think about letting you cum…”

Lesso’s jaw dropped second time for the night.

“Do you understand me?”

Lesso gulped.

“Yes mistress…” she whimpered.

“Good. Then let’s get you to bed, sweet slut…” you purred.

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my-blind-album · 2 years ago

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“Don’t Test My Patience Child” - Queen Ravenna x Fem!Reader

Pairing; Queen Ravenna x Fem!Reader

Category; Fluff? Angst? Not sure

Warning(s); none

Summary; Snow White’s childhood best friend Y/n is kidnapped by the Queen’s guards and is asked by Queen Ravenna the location of Snow Whit but Y/n refuses to speak leaving the Queen with no choice but to keep her locked up in the palace till Y/n decides to come clean. Eventually Y/n does, but instead of the location of Snow White, Y/n reveals something else that leaves the Queen on edge.

[Babes, don’t worry Y/n is obviously above 18<3]

“Damnit!”

The voice of angered woman echoes through the halls. The Queen is not in a good mood and Y/n knows this but still remains to anger her more.

“Where is she?!” “I don’t know” “Don’t lie to me, you know where the fuck she is!” It’s true I do know but if I told her, she’d want nothing to do with me anymore and this is the only chance I have to being so close her.

“My Queen, I can assure you, I don’t know where Snow White is” she scoffed. “Oh really?” there it was, that seductive tone that she likes to use when she tries to get what she wants, that same seductive tone I fell in love with as a child.

***

“Mother, can I go and play in snow?” “Of course, my dear” Snow white scrambled off into the snow and played with her fellow animal friends. “Aren’t you going in as well?” The Queen asked the little girl beside her and watched as she shock her head and watched as Snow White was rolling on the white, cloud solid. The girl seemed in discomfort and Queen Ravenna noticed this. “Alright let’s go inside and I’ll give some hot chocolate, okay?” Agreeing to the Queen’s terms, Ravenna held the little girls hand in her own and walked her into the palace.

Sitting on her bed, Queen Ravenna was cuddled up with the little girl next to her, in a warm blanket and a hot chocolate in hand. “Thank you, Your Majesty” a pinch on the little girl’s arm made her shout in pain and shock. “Y/n, we talked about this, call me Ravenna, okay?” “Yes, I’m sorry Ravenna” “Good Girl” Y/n couldn’t tell what was making her so warm, the feeling of the hot chocolate when it hit her tongue or the warm blanket wrapped around her and Ravenna or maybe Ravenna herself was making her feel this warmth inside of her.

“What’s wrong my child?” noticing Y/n had zoned out, Ravenna asked in what sounded as if concerned and worried. “Nothing, Ravenna just...I’m grateful for all you’ve done me and I don’t know how to repay you” “Aw, my darling Y/n, you don’t have to repay me anything, you make my daughter happy and that’s enough” Y/n nods her head knowing that Ravenna would never let her repay her and it wasn’t up for debate. “And you make me happy and that’s enough, you’re enough! Okay?” “Yes” “Yes?” Ravenna exclaimed as if wanting for another word being said. “Yes Ravenna” “That’s my girl”

***

“Y/n don’t try and play games with me right now” “I’m being serious, Your Majesty” a low and audible growl escaped the Queen’s soft pink lips. “What did I tell you about addressing me by that name?” “I didn’t think it would still apply now” “Oh, it does, so go on...say it” looking down to hide the pink tint that was emerging on her cheeks “Ravenna” “Louder” “Ravenna” “Look at me, when your speaking” Lifting her head, her heart nearly burst out of her chest as she notices that Ravenna was inches away from her face. The warmth she felt all those years ago were coming back. “Now, say it” Ravenna’s husky voice brought Y/n out of her trance. “Ra-” Ravenna places Y/n’s arms around her neck. “Mhm, Ra?” holding back the devil’s temptations, Y/n tried to concentrate on saying the name that laid on the tip of her tongue rather than the feeling of Ravenna’s hands sneakily making their way to Y/n’s waist closing the gap between their bodies and now the only gap left was the one between their faces.

“Come on, I know you can say it” “Rav- Rav” “Come on, I know my little Good Girl can do it” Y/n was lucky that Ravenna hand her hands securing her waist or else her knees would have given up on her. Gathering all her strength she finally said, “Raven-” a kiss is planted on Y/n’s neck and this time she couldn’t hold it back. “Mommy!” Ravenna chuckles darkly at the fact that she managed to crack open her prey. “That’s my girl”

THE END

[I really wanted to do this cause she’ll I’ve been thinking about<3]

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athenodora-sulpicia-writer · 2 years ago

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Lady Lesso x Pregnant Fem Reader

Lesso: It's not happening.

Reader: Why not?

Lesso: because I said so.

Reader: Who put you in charge of this relationship?

*with a devilish grin Lesso leans over the reader*

Lesso: Don't forget I'm the dean of Evil darling and I'm also not the one who's pregnant.

Reader: Yeah, you'd think being the one who's pregnant, you'd get the final say.

Lesso: It's not my fault your pregnant Princess.

Reader: (sarcastically) yet your the other parent and you share just as much DNA with this baby as I do.

*Dovey storms in annoyed from all the arguing*

Dovey: Oh for all that is Good! Why are you two arguing again?

Reader: (pouting with arms folded) Lesso Won't let me name the baby.

Dovey: Lesso that's mean, your not the one carrying the little royal.

Lesso: Fine she can pick the bloody name.

Dovey: (to the reader) It's definitely you who's pregnant right?

*Lesso stares daggers at Dovey*

Reader: Thank you and just so you know the baby will be called: Vivienne Elizabeth Marie Lesso.

Lesso: (Walking over to the reader) I suppose it is a lovely name.

*Lesso than places her hand on her girlfriend's baby bump and smiles fondly, she then smiles wider and gets excited when the baby kicks*

#lady lesso #leonora lesso #lady leonora lesso #charlize theron #the school for good and evil #lady lesso x fem reader #lady lesso x reader #lady lesso x pregnant reader #pregnant reader #professor dovey #dean of evil #arguing #baby names #soft lady lesso #lesso #leonora #clarissa dovey

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sawyerconfort · 1 year ago

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enjoy the silence | lorraine broughton x fem! reader

I am back! Finally, I hope you didn't mind my disappearance. I decided to take a little break from the stories because I felt like I really needed to rest, and I was running out of creativity. I also went traveling this weekend and didn't have time to write as I had planned, but anyway, I'm back and that's what matters!

As I said in the previous post, I will be focusing this week on writing multifandom oneshots, and maybe an ask or two will be answered over the weekend, so those of you who sent in asks, please be patient with me, as always!

Well, taking into account the lack of stories about her, and taking into account that in the last few weeks I gained a boost of obsession with Charlize Theron, let's do a oneshot with Lorraine!

This is fem!reader, but if you feel comfortable adjusting your pronouns in it as you read, feel free!

Enjoy!

Requests open!

*Atomic Blonde is such a badass movie, oh gosh, I can't!*

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Premise: As you tend to Lorraine's wounds, some things become crystal clear between you. Things that had apparently been kept secret for a long time…

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You were used to being alone after all the other male members left. It was your most precious moment of peace, when none of them were making fun of you or making sexual comments about you. It was the only time, as one of the top MI6 officials, when you could be silent, focusing on things other than missions, The List or anything else that risked your life.

Turns out that night, it was different. You were concentrating on an electrifying chapter of your science fiction book, when you heard the door slamming loudly. A low, whispered curse and you turned, taking the book out of your eyes to look at who it was.

The thing is, you never took the time to talk to her personally and properly. Lorraine Broughton was one of MI6's most gifted and well-known spies, and newcomers joked that she had been with them since their beginnings in the Stone Age.

Someone of extreme importance like Lorraine apparently didn't have time to listen to your bullshit.

Your eyes met and she took off the black collar that covered her mouth, her platinum hair giving extreme emphasis to her scarred face.

"Good evening, agent (Y\LN), I thought there was no one here."

Hell, she knew your last name! How was that possible?

"I was just leaving, Lorraine, don't worry," you said, trying to sound at least reasonable so as not to cause a fuss with her. But then, as soon as you got up, you noticed her ripped pants, a hideous trickle of blood running down one part of her leg, and her face streaked with red streaks and very swollen.

She looked back at you, the weight of those pale eyes taking over you, and then, your voice was categorical, hoping she wasn't going to dump your ass, not this time.

"Need some help tending to those wounds? They look pretty bad…"

She looked at you, and with the same restful face, she shook her head. "Don't waste your time, I'm fine. It happens all the time."

"Lorraine, your leg is bleeding. We better look into this."

"Don't worry, (Y\N), go home, I can take care of myself."

You chuckled, already being aware of her stubbornness. Lorraine was good when she wanted to outsmart someone in an interrogation, especially the guys in the company, but you weren't interrogating her this time, so she didn't have to act so defensive.

Deciding not to let her go without tending to her wounds, you hurried out and opened one of the cupboards in the cold, dark corridor of the office. The sound of the creaking door obviously got Lorraine's attention because everything was extremely loud in that dark office. Grabbing a first-aid kit, which was only used in emergencies by high-ranking men, you pulled out a chair and gestured for her to sit down.

"I already told you I'm fine, (Y\N), I can take ca-"

"Sit down, please." You didn't mean to sound domineering, but it was unavoidable.

Lorraine rolled her eyes and sat up, legs spread, not intending to cross them. She wasn't going to make the job easy for you, but of course it wasn't a problem anymore. You opened the first aid kit and took out some gauze, cotton and bandages.

"Please, let's not turn this whole thing into a moment of silence, if you want, tell me how you managed the feat of getting all screwed up…", you said, gently swiping the cotton wool over her eyes and lips. , cleaning the blood.

Lorraine gasped and pressed her lips together, feeling the pain of the contact. "Are you sure you work for a spy team, (Y\N)?" You rolled your eyes as she took a deep breath. "It was a chase. Several guys shooting. One of them threw me on the glass table and I ended up cutting myself… not new to me, really."

You continued to gently dab cotton and gauze over the bruises, and her clear, intimidating eyes never left her face as you did so. It was even uncomfortable to look at, such beauty, staring back at you as if it were something normal.

"And how are the guys doing?" you asked curiously, determined to keep her distracted - and to keep you distracted too.

"Dead, I guess. It's not news to me either, they would keep chasing me if they lived and I needed to get rid of them to save my skin…"

You nodded, at the same time that you bent down to get some ointment from the first aid kit and began to run your fingers along Lorraine's injured leg, the blood still very fresh where the glass had probably been stuck. She's lucky she didn't hemorrhage, you thought absently.

"Is that really necessary?!", Lorraine exclaimed, pulling you out of her thoughts, her voice very firm and a hiss of discomfort escaping her lips.

"Unless you want to catch a bacteria, maybe," you replied in the same tone. She laughed and rolled her eyes.

"Okay, okay, you call the shots," she snapped. "Look, it's actually really weird that we've never crossed paths, (Y\N), you seem to know what you're doing."

You nodded, getting up, closing the ointment and putting it back in the first aid kit, as you sat on the edge of Lorraine's chair, her legs keeping your body steady.

"It's hard to come across an agent that the boys keep like a precious jewel inside a password safe…"

She laughed again, and only then did you stop to notice that her smile was beautiful. Your heart missed a beat, but you didn't know if it was envy or some much deeper feeling… And before you knew it, you pushed those thoughts away, afraid of the answer.

Whatever the case, Lorraine Broughton was not the type of person you thought was ideal for the type of person you were. Not as friendship. You could only support yourself within the walls of offices, and despite being called an agent, you were afraid to even fly a plane.

"Is it over yet?", she woke you up from your thoughts again, looking at you with a playful smile. "Yeah, it wasn't so bad after all."

"Yeah, but that's because the bad part starts now!", you said, holding the bandages, which were those children's animal bandages. "You can choose between the giraffe bandages, or the flower bandages, you call the shots, Lorraine."

The smile faltered on your lips as she frowned, clearly confused and uncomfortable, not sure if it was a joke or not.

"Seriously?" she said in disbelief. "Who let the guys buy this?"

You shrugged. "Make a choice, Lorraine."

"I'd rather go without bandages."

"Ah, come on! You're going to make a childhood dream come true! Your inner child is crying out for it, go ahead, choose one!"

"Okay, the giraffe one then.", Lorraine said, in a monotone voice, as if she knew she would regret it the moment she left the office and walked down the street. You laughed, calmly sticking the bandages on her wounds and caressing the skin with your fingers, to fix them better.

That took Lorraine by surprise. Until then, she hadn't known that she could feel that same electricity from a simple touch. She looked back at you, and allowed herself to relax as you finished gluing them all together. At the end, you noticed her look and bit your lip, also caught off guard, completely embarrassed.

"You're free, Lorraine. Now you can even take off the bandages while I'm not looking, I know you're going to do that…", you said, joking, just to ease the tension. But it didn't help much.

Her eyes were too bright in the dim light, and that perfect, even bruised face that looked as if it had been sculpted by angels only made it worse. You were extremely tense and nervous around her, and not in your best dreams, did you imagine that you would feel this way with Lorraine, when you saw her.

"Thank you, (Y\N). And I'm sorry, I think I've been quite rude to you in the meantime, you just wanted to help me get better."

"I don't mind, I'm used to agents' patience…", you laughed again. And he got up, going to put the suitcase back in the closet and close it properly, so that none of the others would notice that you had even touched it.

Lorraine was still staring at you when you looked back at her, and a smile graced her interested expression.

"How long have you been working with us, (Y\N)?", she asked, her deep voice dropping to almost a whisper in the silence between you.

You stopped to think, to remember, to count on your fingers, as you went back and sat in the small space of her chair, as before. Not to tease her, it's just because that was her usual chair and you had this habit of taking possession of things.

"A few months. Five, I think… I'm not good with numbers and dates…", you explained, laughing. Lorraine nodded. "Before you ask, this definitely wasn't the plan since I was a kid, but it seemed to me that I had a knack for it when I had my first experience here, so… yeah, maybe it was nice to get this job."

Lorraine nodded again. "And are you happy here?"

"I think so. I'm sure I do, actually. I don't think I fit in anywhere else right now, honestly."

"That's good, this work is not very easy, there are few people who manage, in the natural order of things, to stay for so long."

Lorraine was still looking at you, and nervousness was still very much present in her body language as she did so.

"And do you have… a boyfriend, (Y\N)?"

You frowned, caught off guard.

"Sorry, that was a weird question."

"No, I don't have a boyfriend", you replied, shaking your head. "It wasn't a weird question, you're just trying to get to know me better…"

Lorraine nodded again, scratching her forehead and looking at you, intent on knowing more. "And are you looking for someone? Or are you completely focused on work right now?"

"Ah, MI6 is my life, yes, but I wouldn't mind breaking that routine to find someone I can share my days with, you know…"

Lorraine looked away, and oddly enough, you noticed that there was a flush in her cheeks. Now, that was something you would never have thought to see, not in Lorraine Broughton.

"You say "someone", so… is someone really someone?"

"Are you asking me about my sexuality?"

Lorraine shrugged. "You don't have to answer that if you don't want to."

"No, I don't have a problem with that, I… I'm open to experimenting, actually. I want something that takes me off my feet, and makes me see whether or not it's worth risking everything."

Lorraine nodded again and her eyes glued to your lips. The tension became even more palpable between you, and when she took the opportunity that you were close to pull you close, seeing that you were going to fall out of the chair if you went any farther back, her inner will spoke louder and she kissed you, absolutely nothing, without expecting you to respond.

If it was someone else, you would have walked away and slapped that person across the face, but that didn't happen with Lorraine. You were so surprised when she kissed you that you just responded. She thought maybe that would ease the tension of the moment, that it would make it easier for you to talk, and she was so beautiful it was impossible to resist.

She was the one who pulled away first, gasping for air, and she opened her clear, beautiful eyes to look at you, her hand hesitating between your hip and your leg.

"Sorry, I really don't know why I did that, I…" she started, but you cut her off, your index finger on her wet lips.

"No, that's fine, I enjoyed it… and actually… I think I'd like to do it again, if you don't mind…"

She laughed and kissed you again, this time letting the moment flow by itself, last as long as it should. You were being drawn, like magnets, to each other's lips, and now it was impossible to break the contact. Lorraine's charm didn't help either, and she ended the kiss after a few seconds with a peck on your cheek.

"Well, I better get going now that you don't need me…" you said, feeling all awkward and embarrassed. Lorraine got up and let go of your hips, and just as you were about to walk through the door, she called out her name.

"Don't you want a ride home, (Y\N)? I think it's too late for us to walk alone…", her voice was full of ulterior motives, and as much as you would love to take things easy, have the chance of a lifetime with Lorraine Broughton made you want to find out where this was going to go.

To be honest, you were under the impression that you wouldn't regret it.

#lgbt #romance #oneshot #imagine #atomic blonde #lorraine broughton x reader #charlize theron #charlize theron x reader #angst #fluff #i was thinking about doing this with a smut but i changed my mind #i mean i'm not too good at smuts and i didn't want to mess this up #lorraine broughton is so daddy coded it's such a crime #wish she was my spy girlfriend btw

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~"I Prefer You"~

Charlize Theron x Fem Reader.

Mostly fluff and a little bit of smut and angst.

"I Prefer You."

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Y/n's P.O.V

"Okay, you're good. We will give you time to yourself then after 10 minutes I'll be back to get you. Is that okay?" My manager, Shain, told me and I just nodded at her. After she leave the room I sighed and calm myself.

Being back on stage not to perform but be interviewed is kinda overwhelming. I'm a performer and will be on tour later this year, after being on hiatus for a year.

Being on break gave me lots of time to be with my girlfriend and myself, though we are not out yet. We want to savor this relationship with ourselves first before we tell the world. Well that's what atleast I think what Charlize is thinking.

I'm ready to tell the world because it's hard to go out and not be able to hold her, not able to be affectionate towards her. For example now that we're gonna be interviewed by Graham Norton with Emily Blunt and Sabrina Carpenter, I have to be aware of my actions and words to not be suspicious to everyone.

"Y/n?" I heard someone whisper outside my dressing room door and got followed by three knocks. I told them to come in and after they opened the door I see my beautiful girlfriend in a casual suit. I swear her beauty is just ethereal.

I immediately got up of my chair and run into her arms. The idea of being interviewed with people who I technically don't know are keeping me on my feet. I hate it.

"Love, I missed you." I said then I nuzzled my head into her neck which earned a giggle from her. I feel her arms wrapped around me and I can't help but sigh a relief. Her arms is where I feel the safest.

"We just saw each other earlier, but I miss you too." I hug her tighter and she reciprocated it until she push me away gently. "Are you okay?" She asked in a low tone, almost a whisper and laced with worry.

"I... I don't feel at ease here. I'm too comfortable with our little bubble back at home." I said with my eyes looking at hers. She cupped one side of my cheek and I leaned into her touch. Wanting to just disappear with her.

"I'm sorry love but we have to do this. I'll be with you all the time." After saying that, sadness etched into my face knowing that even if she is with me, I will still be restless.

"You are with me, and yet when we go out of this walls, even a touch of your hand... I can't do. This sucks." I voiced out my concerns hinting her what I meant.

"Love... I'm sorry, I..." Charlize is speechless. Well it shows that she is not yet ready so I dismissed it.

"It's fine, just remind me that you're there." I said with sympathy in my eyes.

"I can post now and say something about us if that's what you want-" I put a finger on her lips to stop her.

"No. It's clear that you are not yet ready and it's okay Charlize. I'll wait for you until you're ready." She smiles while almost tearing up. "Hey! No tears or your make up artist will be pissed!" I said and we laugh at my words.

"Gosh, look at you my love!" She said while shamelessly running her gaze from my head to toe. I blushed at her actions and she grins. Not just any grin, it's a grin where you'll know something sinful will be out of her mouth in any seconds.

"Let's go home shall we? Let me remove that dress out of you." I giggled at her and unconsciously rubbed my thighs together which made her grin go wider and her hands to roam my waist, hips, back and butt. "What do you say huh?" She whispered.

"That will be nice love. But... " I pulled away from her before I crave into her naughty desires. "We have an interview to do." And as if on cue, Shain knocked at my door.

"It's time Y/n!" I yelled 'coming' at her then look at restless Charlize who made herself turned on. Gosh she's such a flirt, and that's what she get!

I offer my hand at her. She look at it first with a frown then me, she waited for at least three seconds. I raised my eyebrows at her before grabbing my hand. I slyly grin at her and whisper before getting out of the room.

"Too turned on to even touch me?" I quietly laughed at her stunned state and left her on my dressing room. As I get out of my room I see her manager approaching me in a hurry.

"Have you seen Charlize? He asked and I pointed at my dressing room and smiled politely at him.

...

"So we don't have any news on who is Charlize dating right?" Graham asked. He was reading his paper but after he finished his question, he looked at the audience. And with that everyone is screaming. Now that is uncomfortable.

"Well I told her at chat just yesterday I know a lot of models but she just laughed at me!" Emily said and I hear everyone laughing so I just smiled. I don't wanna seem rude.

"Someone asked at twitter in a thread and I'm gonna read it... 'I wonder what is Charlize Theron's type. She looks so hot to settle for less.' Well we know that this one is a simper." He said and that made me laugh genuinely. Well I can't argue with that tweet, she really is hot.

"Well... I guess I really love someone who's spontaneous, mature and smart." Everyone awed but Emily and Graham mocked the audience awe.

"We know we know, now letvs go to a real deal what really are you looking for someone." We laughed at Graham's teasing.

"Taller or smaller? With beard? Hairless? Or wait, wait... Blue eyes?" Emily asked dismissing what Charlize said that made us laugh.

I sipped my drink and I hear Charlize's answer. "Well, I prefer someone taller I guess, then probably with hair since I like to play with someone's hair, you know just having something to fiddle with when they're close at you and... Yeah blue eyes is nice." I can't help but gulped at what I am hearing. Thank god she's not beside me or else she'll probably notice my uneasiness. My seat is close to Graham then Emily then Sabrina and then Charlize on the other side of the couch.

I don't know what to say to that respond of hers. I felt insecure because with the physical attributes that she said are far from mine. I small but not too small, just enough for Charlize to kiss my forehead without leaning down. I like shaving so I should probably grow my hair more. And my eyes is far from Blue. Infact they are Black. Well that's understandable because who would really prefer Black eyes than Blue?

...

We got in our apartment later in the evening. I'm not really talking that much, too consumed with what I found out about her preference on someone. She assumed that I was just tired so she let me be. Whenever she ask me things I answer it shortly and try to hide my growing insecurities.

I'm at the shower trying to relax after this mentally exhausting day. I heard the door opened and I sigh. I forgot to lock it. I just want to be alone for now, but what can I do? I see her all naked, jumping into the shower with me. I turned around and face the shower to not look at her.

"Love? Something is bothering you. What is it?" She asked in a whisper. Not in a seducting way but in a gently sympathizing way. She puts my hair on one side of my shoulder and spread kisses on my other shoulder ones. For the 100th times today I sighed but now in a relief way. With just one kiss, one touch, one word, she can make my worries go away.

"It's fine, I'm fine love. Just make me forget everything for now. Can you do that?" I ask in a gentle but seducing voice knowing that is probably what I need.

"That definitely I can do for my baby. Turn around for me will you?" She told me and I open my eyes to turn around and meet her blue green orbs. She raked her eyes in all my glory admiring everything I can offer. Her hands roam from my side hips then her fingertips glide upwards until it got into my side breast and she cupped it.

She earned a gasp from me because of that and I see her smirk. I kissed her desperately and really tried to match her height so I tiptoed. She pulled away from me with a frown.

"What are you doing love? Relax yourself, you seem... restless." I give up and relax my feet going back to my original height. I look down with my lips quivering and my tears are trying to escape. I removed my arms off of her and fiddle with my own arms instead.

"Hey, hey hey, love what's going on?" She put her one hand on my arm and one on my chin to raise my head.

"I'm sorry Charlize. I'm sorry if I can't be taller than you. I'm sorry if my eyes are black and not blue, I'm sorry but I really doesn't want to feel any hair on my limbs that's why I shave them but I promise to grow my hair longer so you can still play with it. I'm sorry if I can't match your preferences. This is all I am and all I can offer, It's nowhere near what you prefer but I'll try my hardest for you I promise." I said from just tearing up to full mess sob. I felt her hug me tight, tight than her past hugs and I hugged her back.

"Don't you ever say sorry for being who you are. It's you who I love. I love your height than suits perfectly to mine. I love your shiny legs and arms because they are so smooth that just by touching them I get turn on." We giggle at her choice of words. Even in a middle of something she never fails to include her naughty self. But she continues.

"I love how unique your eyes are. Your black eyes that whenever I look at them I can see myself smiling idiotly because of how inlove I am at you. You are perfect and what I said earlier meant nothing to me. Those are my preference before I met the one perfect woman that everyone want for themselves. And I got lucky to be chosen by her."

Her words melt me and weaken my knees. I don't know that she felt like that towards me. Oh how lucky I am to be with her. She's so great and gorgeous and just perfect for me.

"Now let's clean you up and take you to bed. We can put on a movie and cuddle." She said and I kiss her passionately. I wrap my arms around her neck and one hand roam into her hair and one roam into her back. She snakes her arms to my waist and taps the side of my thigh. I get that as a signal to wrap my legs to her hips.

She squeezed my butt cheeks that earned a sigh from me so she put her tongue to roam my mouth. When air is needed we pulled away and she found her way to my neck and nipped at my sweet spot. She walked towards the wall so when I felt how cold the wall is and how she suck into my neck, I can't help but moan at the sensation she's bringing to me.

"Ahh my baby, your moans are driving me wild." She said before capturing my lips again.

"You, you Charlize drives me wild." I said in between our kisses. When we pulled apart and connect out forehead, a wide smirk is plastered into her face.

"Well, I guess movie and cuddles are out of the window already."

"Yeah, I don't feel like cuddling and watching movies."

"What do you feel like doing then love?" She ask while she's walking towards our bedroom with me still in her arms, legs around her hips.

"I feel like... eating dessert." Her eyes are really dilated with nothing but lust is written. She threw me gently to our bed and she crawled slowly into me.

"Hmm, yes, eating doesn't even begin to describe what I'm gonna do to you tonight. I'm gonna devour you until all your insecurities go away. I'm gonna let you feel and know that you are the one. I prefer you Y/n."

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A/N: Ahh the love of my life!!! I posted this on my oneshots book on Wattpad. Add me there!

#lgbtq #fanfic #fanfiction #gxglesbianlgbt #gxg #gxg imagine #charlize theron #charlizetheronxreader #charlizetheronxfemreader

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