#daphne kluger x reader

[lottiesboy]

play date

fic swap with @aggiesbunny!! this was so cute i love tiny daphne,,, she seems like such a good sib :333 i added just a tad bit of papa!lou bc !!! yayayay i hope you enjoy thank you for fic swapping :]

pairing: little! daphne kluger x little! reader

summary: you and daphne regress and spend the day together.

tags: sfw, fluff, age regression, papa!lou, pacis, baby daph and reader being sibs :3

"wakey...." daphne poked your cheek, making your eyebrows furrow. lou had put the two of you down for a nap a couple of hours ago, daphne waking up eariler than expected. "daphy... 'top."

she giggled, poking you again. daphne put in her paci after giving you a kiss on the cheek and snuggled her blankie. "wanna play." daphne whined before getting up and jumping on the bed. you woke up a little, feeling the bed bounce up and down. you whined and laughed, smiling at daphne's silly antics.

“papa gonna get you.” you giggled sleepily, rubbing your eyes. the two of you heard boots walking towards your room, making daphne lay down quickly and giggle.

"what did papa tell you about jumping on the bed?" lou opened the door to your bedroom, his voice stern but playful. "sorry, papa." daphne pouted, cuddling next to you, slinging her arm around your back.

you and daphne soon got out of bed and went into your playpen while lou was making dinner. you two babbled back and forth to each other along with some giggling.

“c’mere, time to eat, babies.” lou called the two of you over to the dinner table. you and daphne began to eat, sharing and stealing food from each other’s plates. lou couldn’t help but laugh. “hands on your own plate, please.”

since you and daphne finished your entire plates, lou decided to give you some dessert. the three of you ate ice cream at the dinner table, daphne feeding you some of her ice cream. of course, it got messy, and lou had to wipe you down with baby wipes.

“you needa bath, bubby.” daphne giggled, seeing the melted ice cream all around your face. “no don’t!!” you whined. “okay, okay. papa thinks both of you need baths before bed, okay?” lou held your hands to lead you to the bathroom.

even in the bath, you and daphne shared toys and washed each others hair. lou loved watching the two of you get along, you were basically attached at the hip.

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

I wouldn't forget a pretty face

Warnings: First Meetings, fluff, fun

Word count: 1.4 K

Pairing: Daphne Kluger x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Daphne wouldn't forget a pretty face. Not even when that pretty face is "nobody"

Requests: OPEN

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The first time I saw her was even before Debbie called me on the holdup. I had some debts to pay, and dedicating myself only to studying in my university years had left me with zero work experience. So, the only company that had helped me get a job after studying “Fashion Design” was the big Chanel store in Soho, New York.

Daphne was doing some shopping in the area, until a group of paparazzi began to chase her, forcing her to enter a store so that her bodyguards could disperse the press and get her into her truck.

I was arranging the seasonal clothes, trying not to focus my eyes on her figure, but she did look at me, she gave me a smile and I can even listen to a little of her conversation with her team while she walked around the store, trying not to get bored while waiting.

It didn't take long for the truck to pull up in front of the store, and as quickly as that happened, Daphne was gone.

Some time later, Debbie came to me, the mythical (and forgotten) Rose Weil needed a reliable right hand to carry out this theft; and both Lou and Debbie knew how badly she needed that money.

Although I never got to meet Daphne herself in the many times Rose had had to meet with the actress, the next time I saw her, it was at the Met. My good friend Lou needed a confidence booster, and right now, she was grateful for the multiple episodes of Masterchef she'd seen.

By the time I had been given my new diamond bracelet to put in the little bag I carried with me, right at that moment, I was able to relax. I had been under so much stress that I had barely been able to enjoy the big party Tammy had thrown us into.

And there, again, was Daphne. Her eyes collided with mine again, but now, instead of bringing out my kinder side and trying to give her a smile, I quickly looked away from her eyes. Debbie said she wanted to lay low. It sounds silly, Daphne Kluger, a Hollywood star wouldn't remember my face, not when she sees millions of people every day, why would she remember the face of a simple employee who doesn't earn even 3% of what she earned in a single movie?

Time passed again. Now, right at this moment Lou and Debbie were making sure that each part of the jewels were being sold so that they could deposit the corresponding part in each of the eight bank accounts; while that was going on, i had to keep working at the store, i still had to look like a job… and to be honest, i worked so hard at this damn store, all i ask in return is a decent damn reward.

My boss had asked me to put the makeup and perfume products behind the counter, so I did, putting all my attention on the task, which caused me not to notice that someone had arrived at the store; more specifically, that someone had stood in front of me.

"I knew I had seen you"

My head that was inside the showcase could only see a flat stomach covered in a fine brown cloth; Quickly my eyes looked up only to meet Daphne's face.

I tried to get up quickly until my head hit the glass. Forgetting that my head was still inside the glass case.

She just let out a small smile that she hid behind her hand, but despite that, I could notice flashes of concern.

"What?"

Ask, now with your head out of the glass space.

"It's you, isn't it?, the one who wore that sexy dress at the MET"

"I… I'm sorry…?"

"Of course you were there! I wouldn't forget a face as pretty as yours." I could feel the heat and redness rising up my neck and settling on my cheeks, causing Daphne's brown eyes to take on a different glow. You know, the party where I supposedly dropped the famous necklace…”

“ 'Supposedly'? What do you mean 'supposedly'?”

“It turns out that… the necklace found was fake; the actual necklace hasn't turned up, so a private investigator is helping to find it.” Damn. Debbie promised that it was almost impossible to use an investigator for this. Damn "The investigator has as a major suspect a certain Debbie Ocean… and he told me that even though she has a perfect alibi, he still maintains her as the main suspect" I felt the muscles in my neck and shoulders tense, it even felt like a metal ball was falling. It will start to form in my esophagus and try to go down. "I guess you don't have anything to do with that Debbie girl, do you, sweetie?" just as I was about to open my mouth to answer her question, she spoke again "wait, isn't that the blonde you shared a few drinks with at the party?"

She raised her eyebrows, putting my body between a rock and a hard place; because, not only was she one of the most beautiful women in the world, I now realized, she was one of the most intelligent women in the world. She already knew it, and I couldn't hide it

"Good morning Miss Kluger, can we help you with something?"

My boss had come to our place, screaming with her eyes to get back to work

"Yes, I would like to buy the blouse that your employee models" Both pairs of eyes fell on my blouse "And if it comes with the model, it would be a thousand times better"

She winked again, causing the blush to intensify on my cheeks.

———————————————————————————

The sound that the doors made when opening made us all stop doing our activities, only to pay attention to the beautiful actress who had just entered Lou's place.

"You guys are FUCKED"

She spoke while walking towards us, sitting in the chair that was in front of me.

"Sorry?" Tammy asked. "How did you get here?"

"We invite her" Lou spoke

they were all silent

“Chilly,” Daphne remarked at the glances given by the rest of the group, “what about, 'Hi Daph, welcome to the team. Let's not all high five at once.'”

“Discovered Y/N” was Debbie's turn

"What?!" they all shouted

“Y/N…how did you let her find you out?”

"I…"

"She didn't do anything," Daphne defended me. “I'm just not the typical dumb Hollywood actress”

“Miss Kluger, here, figured out the move from the start; only that its common thread was Y/N”

"Of course, not to mention that discreet is not a word I would use to describe them."

They all remained silent, looking at each other trying to understand the situation, while bitch Constance the time out to see the cards of the others. Damn cheating bitch.

"Not to mention that the private investigator is about to check each one of you asses"

"Investigator?" asked Rose scared

"That was not in the plan" Amita spoke

“That's why Miss Kluger is here. She herself offered to help us."

"Why would you help a group of criminals?" question Tammy

“Are you an only child?” I asked causing giggles

"Well, I don't have many friends, and book clubs are stupidly boring."

"So… you decided to help criminals because you don't have any friends?"

"Yep, she is definitely an only child" spoke Eight Ball

"Okay, ladies, with this done, I think we can continue" Lou spoke.

Of course, I knew Lou very well, and I knew that she considered herself the queen of the UNO, so, I wanted to embarrass ourselves.

Lou, Eight Ball, Constance and I played UNO, while Debbie and Tammy talked in the kitchen, serving up a few slices of pizza, just as Amita and Rose talked about some designers, leaving Daphne alone.

Knowing that having Lou, a master of the game and a cheating bitch like Constance; I put the game down and got up, walking to the front to return to sit next to Daphne.

"Hello" I greeted as I raised my hand, squeezing hers in a warm squeeze "I'm Y/N"

"Wow, I'm glad to name a pretty face like yours."

How was it so easy for her to make me blush?

"Well, I'm glad to put a cute personality on a not-so-simple, pretty face."

It was her turn to blush

——————————————————————————— 

Lou dropped her game a bit and stood up next to Debbie and Tammy, putting an arm around Debbie's shoulders.

"Okay, how much do you bet those two are going to end up dating?" with her chin she pointed to the figure of Y/N and Daphne, who were getting closer and closer

“Dating?, I bet my life Y/N is already planning their wedding,” Tammy teased.

"She even knows where her honeymoon is going to be," Debbie continued, giving Lou a kiss on the cheek.

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[lotties-ashwagandha]

I saw that you are accepting requests, So, I wanted to see if you can do a Fem!Reader x Daphne Kluger one shot, where Daphne thinks Reader has a crush on Lou (because apparently everyone thinks she's sexy), so Daphne asks Rose for help.

But Reader thinks Daphne is in love with Rose.

Basically, Daphne and Reader are fools in love, that in the end, they end up together.

Thank you! xoxo

I love this request soooo much omg. the only change i made is making lou in love w reader just for some extra drama <3

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FOOL FOR LOVE AND FULL OF FIRE

pairing: daphne kluger x fem!reader

word count: 2094

notes and warnings: TW: alcohol. title from ‘maria’ by blondie. alsooo ik daphne was rlly flirty w claude in the movie and just rlly flirty in general but i wanted to explore a bit of her softer more awkward side. lowkey kinda hate this but oh well what can u do. sorry this took so long x

taglist (if you’d like to be added or taken off, message me!): @traumatisedfangirl @cordeliass @devriesgoode

The nine of you had completed the third heist since the theft of the Toussaint, and the annual afterparty was taking place. You were already three hours into the celebration, and everyone was beginning to feel the effect of the drinks they had pulled from the fridge within minutes of arriving. Constance was attempting to win money from Amita by betting through card tricks, Nine Ball was trying to get gossip out of Tammy about her failed past relationship with Debbie, who was arguing with Lou about which record to play next.

The only conversation you paid any attention to was the one which was taking place a few feet away on the sofa. Daphne was ranting to Rose about her hairdresser, how she had been late to two appointments and had cut Daphne’s hair an inch two short.

You smiled softly – how predictable yet perpetually refreshing it was that this was her greatest concern. She had completed a heist that had given her millions of dollars only a few days before, and the police had flocked to attempt to discover them, yet Daphne was complaining about how many inches had been cut from her hair.

You wished you were sitting where Rose was, that Daphne would entrust you with her concerns, that she would let you learn every cause of joy and sorrow. You had suspected for a while that her relationship with Rose had become deeper than friendship – they were constantly together, Daphne was always telling you of new designs Rose had come up with, designs that had been inspired by Daphne.

You knew that you shouldn’t resent Rose. you knew that Daphne’s happiness was your only concern, no matter what gave her happiness, who could give her what she desired.

Yet you also knew that you would and could give her the world – your love for her knew no bounds. There was nothing you wouldn’t do for her. You would take the fall for her at any moment if the police discovered the truth of who completed the heist.

Nothing could separate Daphne from your love but Daphne herself.

You stood from where you had been sitting next to Amita, withdrawing to the kitchen. You took a beer from the fridge, looking for the bottle opener (A/N: i seem to have a thing w writing about bottle openers huh) when you heard the door open and shut.

Turning around, you were faced with Lou, and while her presence relaxed you a bit, you were disappointed that you had left a state of solitude. You hardly had the energy to greet her, so you didn’t, waiting for her to speak the first word.

“The opener’s on the cutting board over there,” she said, and you nodded, finally retrieving it. She watched you closely, though you didn’t meet her eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Lou did not respond for a moment. “I saw you watching Daphne. Is everything alright between the two of you?”

“Everything’s fine.”

“You know, you’re a talented thief, but you’re a pretty shitty liar.”

You slammed the bottle opener down on the table. “What do you want me to say, Lou?”

“Are you in love with her?”

“Daphne?”

She nodded.

“Does it matter?”

“It does to me,” she said, meeting your eyes. “We’ve known each other for a long time – you know I’m on your side.”

You bit your lip nervously, not sure how to continue. You knew you could trust her, but the idea of saying it out loud, that you really were in love with her. That perhaps she was in love with Rose, and perhaps she wasn’t, but either way she would never be yours. “I think I might be in love with her,” you said at last.

Something shifted in Lou’s gaze, something you couldn’t place that was gone before you had the chance to. She looked away, making her way to the fridge to grab herself a beer, and you could not name the tension that had built between you. You felt as if you had done something wrong, for the energy of the conversation completely contradicted the words spoken throughout it.

“You should tell her,” she insisted, giving you a reassuring glance as she finally faced you. “Work it out.”

“I think she’s in love with Rose.”

“Then maybe you should move on,” she suggested, moving closer to you, “and find someone who could give you the world, everything you deserve.”

At that moment, the door opened once more, slamming shut.

Both of your heads snapped to where Daphne had entered the kitchen. The three of you were silent – Daphne seemed to feel it too, how it felt like the air was getting thicker, that every moment spent in the kitchen was suffocating.

“Daphne,” you breathed, moving to the other side of the room, and though you wished to continue speaking, you had no words.

Daphne cleared her throat, sauntering to the empty bottle of champagne. “Are we out?”

You nodded, but she didn’t see. She was eyeing Lou, and you wondered if the two of them were going to start screaming at one another by the way they looked at each other, as if they shared a secret that could change everything.

Daphne kept their gazes locked as she reached into the fridge for a beer, and she turned to you for a moment as if she were going to say something, yet the words did not come for a moment. “You look wonderful tonight — well, you always look wonderful, but tonight you sort of glow.”

You could hardly meet her eyes, let alone form a coherent sentence. You watched as she left the kitchen, guilt filling you for not responding, and part of you willed yourself to go after her.

Yet would it matter? She had probably already moved past your encounter, she was probably back with Rose, and she had most likely forgotten about you. Any response you could have come up with didn’t matter, for it did not matter to Daphne.

“She’s right, you know,” Lou said, breaking the heavy silence between you. “You’re gorgeous.”

You offered her a small smile, muttered a small ‘thank you,’ and left the kitchen. You left the party entirely, feeling an urgent need to go home, to isolate yourself completely from any chance of interaction.

You were sure that no one would notice your absence — yet she noticed. Daphne always noticed, she always would. She felt every breath you took, she could hear your heartbeat from cities away. Your presence grounded her.

And though she wished to follow you, to make sure you made it home safe, she knew it wouldn’t matter to you, that she would be overstepping.

You would never be hers — she knew it well.

—

“I just don’t want to impose,” she rambled, fiddling with a loose strand of her hair. “You know, she and Lou seem to have a connection, and I don’t want to interfere with that and make her push me away…”

Rose shook her head, adding a pin to a dress she was working on. Daphne sifted through the racks of the clothes Rose sold at her new store, attempting to seem as nonchalant as she could, yet Rose had learned well to see past it. “You should talk to her — there’s no other way, really. It’s the most simple route. Hints and glances will only take you so far, and if you’re wrong—”

“I’m not.”

Rose smiled slightly, looking over to Daphne. “I know you’re never wrong,” she teased, “but on the rare chance that you are, you might never get a chance with her. If she says ‘no,’ then that’s that, and you move on.”

“I don’t know if I could,” she muttered, unsure if Rose had heard her.

“I guarantee she’s head over heels for you,” Rose continued. “We all see it, even Lou sees it, though I know it taunts her. The two of you are perfect for each other.”

“You really think so?”

Before she could respond, the door to the shop opened, and you entered.

Upon seeing her, you almost melted through the floor. You instantly became overly aware of what you were wearing, of your mannerisms, of everything around you.

Rose greeted you immediately, and you took notice of the small grin she sent Daphne. “Good afternoon, darling, what do you need?”

“I’m here to pick up the dress I ordered.”

“Ah, of course. Give me one moment,” she hurried off into the back room, and you were alone with Daphne.

“Hi,” you started awkwardly, and if you hadn’t been so embarrassed, you would’ve laughed at yourself.

Daphne smiled. “Hey…”

The air grew thick, and while both of you wished to break the silence, neither of you could find anything to say.

“I watched one of your films last night,” you said.

“Oh, really?” You seemed to have her attention. It was as if every bit of her confidence in her talent weighed on your response.

You nodded. “You’re amazing.”

A breath of relief.

And Rose was back too soon.

—

You rushed into the sitting room, searching for your purse, rushing to leave the theater. You couldn’t believe what had happened — you weren’t sure how to feel about any it.

You had been friends with Lou for more years than you could count. It had never been more than that, it had always been platonic.

Until recently, and not in your eyes.

You had suspected that Lou might be attracted to you, yet you were terrible at deciphering attraction, and Lou was that way with everyone… maybe she wasn’t.

Too preoccupied with the thoughts running laps in your head, you didn't hear the door open.

Your purse was on the sofa — you finally grasped it, relieved now that you could leave.

You turned, almost dropping to the floor when you collided with someone… when you collided with Daphne.

Her voice rang in your ears as she asked if you were alright, and it took you a moment to process her words. “I’m fine,” you assured her, yet you were completely out of sorts. “Are you?”

She nodded, and you could tell that she noticed your distant state. “Did something happen? You don’t seem yourself.”

“No, no, of course not,” you lied. “I came over to help Lou plan the next heist… what are you doing here?”

“I’m not sure I should tell you, I might sound like an alcoholic.”

You smiled slightly, raising your eyebrows.

“I think I left a shoe here after the party the other night. Everything went to hell after you left,” she laughed. “Speaking of which, what happened the other night? You’ve never left early like that before.”

“I was tired.”

Another lie — not even a believable one, and you knew it.

Daphne nodded. You could see her disappointment, could see that she wished for you to share the truth. She stepped away from you, turning to begin her search.

You wanted nothing more than to tell her everything. That you were in love with her, that she never left your mind. She haunted you in the very best way.

Yet if you told her, would she only be pushed even further away? Would it be your fault? For surely she did not reciprocate your feelings, she had made it very clear.

“Lou kissed me,” you blurted it out before you could stop yourself. The words hung in the air awkwardly, tangibly. “A few minutes ago she kissed me.”

You saw her straighten, and she avoided your eyes. “Oh,” you missed the hint of disappointment in her voice. “Are you two… you know…”

“No,” you answered, slightly appalled. “Not at all. There’s someone else, actually, but I’m not sure she feels the same way.”

She finally met your eyes. “What’s her name?”

You chewed your lip anxiously — it was now or never. “Daphne Kluger.”

Daphne did not respond.

You had turned your gaze to the ground, yet if you hadn’t, you would have seen the gentle smile that graced her lips, the hope that flooded her eyes.

She approached you, and suddenly her hands were on your waist, and you were drifting closer.

And suddenly, as if the stars had finally aligned, your lips met hers.

At that moment, everything was perfect. Nothing could come between you, for your last obstacle had been yourselves.

Love had kept you apart, and love, always, would bring you together.

[dirtbaglizzie]

no ‘cause discovering that dahpne kluger x reader fics annoyyyssssss me where are the rest of them?? wdym they’re less than 10???

[gayforwandanat]

Hi idk if you do requests but can you pls do a daphne Kruger x reader where reader makes daphne flustered in front of the team

flustered

a/n: thank yall for the support i got for the last fic pls it made me so happy i cant even 😭 are my midterms next week? yes, do i have a shit ton of school work to finish? yes, but did i get the sudden motivation to write? also yes, also i didnt know if you wanted it to be an established relationship or just flirting sorry lol 

summary: Flustering Dhaphne

word count: 405

warning/s: talks of sex

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“So y/n,” Lou started, leaning back on the couch,

“Hmm.” you turned to her,

“I remember you telling us about someone a couple of weeks ago, how’s it going with them.” She took a sip from her drink.

“Oh it’s going absolutely great.” you grinned back,

Truth is, you and Daphne have been together for a while now, but you decided to keep it on the down low until you’re both ready to come out to your friends.

“Well, tell us more, we wanna know who it is,” said Debbie,

“Well,” you got up to get yourself another drink, seeing Daphnes hands empty you decided to bring her one too,

“She, is absolutely gorgeous, like out of this world kind of beauty,” you handed her the bottle and sat down next to her,

“She’s so sweet, and so kind, she always bring me something back when she has to go away,”

Daphne had a soft smile on her face, hearing you talk about her like that made the butterflies in her stomach go wild,

“And the sex, god,” her face turned a couple of shades hotter, “The way she says my name, just makes me melt every time.”

At this point Dhaphne’s face could compete with a firetruck, on fire, and she’d still win. 

“Alright, alright, TMI y/n.” Rose spoke up giving you a pointed look,

“Alright, suit yourselves.” you put your hands up in surrender, a grin plastered on your face,

When everyone went back to their own conversations, Dhaphne whispered frustrated, “What was that about,”  

“Well I wasn’t even able to tell them about the best parts yet,” you whispered back, “Maybe I could show them to you later, you know what they say, actions speak louder than words, although I think your words are already loud enough.”

She chocked on her drink making her cough loudly, 

Lou immediately asked, “You okay there Daph? You look flushed, is it too hot in here? I can turn up the AC if you want.” she then turned her gaze upon you giving you a knowing look.

Daphne gathered herself to reply, “No, no, I’m fine, thanks Lou.”

“Alright then, just be careful.” 

“See what you did there?”

“Hey, it wasn’t my fault that you were taking a sip.”

“Whatever.” she rolled her eyes, bringing the bottle back to her lips.

The rest of the night was filled with discreet touches, dirty whispers, and flushed faces.

[amerrierworld]

I’m Not Jealous

request: more dom!daphne x reader? Thank you!

Summary: the press have seen you and Daphne together, but your relationship hasn’t been confirmed, so speculations are made. 

Characters: Daphne Kluger x fem!reader, a real-life actress cameo ;)

Word Count: 2,121

Warnings: SMUTTT. you know how this goes :) dom!daphne & jealousy!

“People are staring at you,” Daphne whispered in your ear as she wound an  arm around your waist, flashing a sweet smile at the cameras. 

“They’re looking at you,” you chuckled, pressing close to her. “It’s not every day  a big-wig celebrity is out shopping.”

“Hmph,” Daphne put her sunglasses back on, you following suit, before pulling you to the nearest restaurant. Your arms ached from the bags hanging off of your wrists.

“Table for two, please, pronto,” Daphne sighed, startling the host who was stacking some new menus. He was about to protest until he realized who was talking to him, and the cameramen pressed up against the front door windows, trying to get a good shot at the actress. 

There was a seat in the back, away from the windows, close to the kitchen where chefs were bustling and cooking relentlessly. You would be shielded here, even if just momentarily. 

“Daph.. this is a steakhouse.”

“Yeah, so?”

“Are you sure you wanna eat here? You told me you don’t like steakhouses, cause of your diet.”

“Do you want me to drag you out there again?” Daphne raised a sleek eyebrow at you, and you raised your hands in mock defeat. 

“Very well, m’lady.”

“This’ll have to do,” she skimmed through the menu, lips pursing as she read  through the options, “I’m starving after such a busy day.”

A day that had consisted of manicures and a shopping spree. Not that you were complaining, of course. 

Comfortable silence followed. Daphne picked at your side of fries as you ate, just like she always did, when suddenly your phone pinged. You ignored it.

Then it pinged again. And again. A series of text messages from friends and colleagues that read OMG and you sly devil! and other sorts of teasing, confusing texts.

You got a couple of fresh news article links, and intrigued, you opened some.

And then you nearly choked on your drink. Daphne, startled, quickly asked what’s wrong.

You coughed, “...People seem to think I’m involved with.. Anne Hathaway? What the hell?”

“Oh, really?” Daphne’s voice was light, but tense. You scrolled through your phone again, pictures of the other actress jogging your memory.

“Oh, yeah, cause I ran into her at that gallery last week! Remember? You had something to present, and you got me that extra ticket. I ended up sitting next to her in the audience when you were on.”

Daphne scoffed, “everyone knows Annie is straight. She’s got a kid too, for crying out loud.”

“Okay wait, this is hilarious though,” you mumbled around a mouthful of steak, “listen to this... Mystery gal seen in tow with Daphne Kluger a week after getting comfy with Anne Hathaway... Hathaway and Kluger: fighting over damsel?... serial heartbreaker or love birds?”

“What the hell?” Daphne bristled, nearly yanking the phone out of your hand, “I swear to god, tabloids are the absolute worst.”

“I think it’s funny. They don’t have any proof other than I’ve spent time with both of you. They don’t even know your sexuality, so what’s the worry?”

“Hmph,” Daphne chewed aggressively on one of your fries. They were almost all gone, and you had barely touched them.

“You’re not jealous, are you?”

“Absolutely not,” Daphne snapped, and you suppressed a smile. “I hate how they feed lies into the media, that’s all. There’s always going to be people who believe them, too.”

“Yeah, but they don’t matter. I can call Anne right now and settle it? Maybe she can come join us for dinner sometime-”

“No! I- I mean.. let’s not. Let’s not bother her, right?” 

You reached over and grabbed her hand, and Daphne sighed, flicking her hair over her shoulder,

“Maybe I should just come out and tell them about us. I’m getting tired of this. They’re thinking that I stole you from her. When they should be worried about it happening the other way around.”

“You don’t think that’s actually going to happen, do you?” You asked, startling her. She hadn’t expected you to take what she said that way, and she was lost for words for a moment. 

“Come on, call your driver, we should go home,” you suggested, “I’m full anyways, aren’t you?”

-

“We didn’t even get to that shoe store downtown,” Daphne grumbled as you got inside her second city apartment safely. 

“I can call Hathaway,” you teased, smirking as you dumped the bags in the front hall, “she could get us in-”

A finger hooked in the collar of your shirt and pulled you backwards, Daphne catching you and pulling you close, hot breath wafting over your ear.

“Don’t say her name,” she growled. You wriggled your hips, trying to escape her grasp.

“So you are jealous?”

“No.” 

“You’re a great actress, Daph, but you can’t always hide-”

“Fine.”

Daphne pushed you forward until you were pressed against the kitchen counter. Her hands tugged at your shirt and pressed against the soft skin of your stomach. Your breath hitched.

“I am jealous. Alright? I’m so fucking jealous at the thought of all those people thinking you’re with her when you’re mine. And will always be mine.”

“Tell them, then,” you said, head tipping back onto her shoulder and your breath hoarse. “Let’s tell the world.”

“I suppose it’s about time, right?” Her hands grabbed your hips and she rolled hers against you with a slow, maddening pace. 

“Y-yeah,” you whimpered, because now she was sucking her neck. You could faintly see yourself in the reflection of the cupboard door glass, and dark lipstick was already smudging on your skin.

“You can tell them now, if you want,” Daphne’s voice was lilting, seductive, and your brain was trying to catch up with what she was saying.

“Now?”

“Yes. When I fuck you so hard that you’ll be screaming my name so loudly every paparazzi in town will hear it.”

You laughed, because Daphne was always so private with her sexual escapades, and you knew that would never happened. But you toyed with the idea in your mind briefly, just for fun.

The fantasy escaped you, however, when Daphne’s hands began pushing past your waistband.

“B-bedroom?” you pleaded.

Daph relented, but only briefly, to make sure you both watched your step as you got to the bedroom. 

You wanted to pull her dress off, but she tutted.

“Not so fast,” she whispered and you stilled. She pressed against your shoulders until your back hit the mattress and yanked your hands up above your head.

“Hng- wait- the clothes-,” you mumbled deliriously, distracted by her cleavage in her formfitting dress.

“Shush,” she said, as if scolding a child, “all in good time.”

She unclipped the belt that sat at her waist and created a rough resemblance to a pair of handcuffs that chained you to the headboard.

Then her hands pulled your shirt up, over your head, and bunched it around your wrists. The same happened with your bra. You felt their fabric wound around your hands and wrists, cushioning against the metal of the headboard. 

Daphne straddled you for a moment, the dress riding up until you cold see her lacy underwear peeking out from underneath. You felt your arousal coursing through your body now, and she raked her newly manicured fingers up your sides, making you shiver.

“If only they knew, hm?” she chuckled, tucking some stray hair behind her ear. She raised herself up on her knees, arms stretching to unzip her dress from behind, and slowly tugged it down. 

With every extravagant motion of a silver screen actress she deftly pushed her dress down, revealing her bra, breasts threatening to spill over, and you felt yourself salivate. 

Then she turned around, and you watched, gaping as she pulled the rest of her dress over her ass and down her long legs. 

“Fuck,” you whimpered, hips bucking up at the sight. You rubbed your thighs together, desperate.

Eventually, Daphne tossed the dress to the side and faced you again. She sat on your stomach, unabashedly grinding against your abdomen, her knees spread wide. 

“D-Daphne,” you gasped. She had pulled one cup of her bra down and was tugging at a rosy nipple. Her lower lip was caught by her teeth and she looked down at you with a grin.

“Need more, baby?” she asked, voice rough. You nodded, straining against the multiple things holding your hands together. Your pants felt unbearably tight now. You wanted her skin, wanted to feel her, your body heat suffocating you in the fabric.

“God, you look so needy,” she chuckled. “It makes me so wet, you know that?”

Her hand left her breast and pushed into her underwear, fingers immediately rubbing her clit as she rocked on top of you.

“N-not fair,” you whined, pressing up again, making her gasp softly.

“I’ll decide what’s fair,” she retorted, and her other hand snaked behind her to sneak past your own waistband and press snugly against your cunt.

Your voice came out in a choked cry. It felt nice- warm and wet and her long fingers rubbed vigorously, but it wasn’t enough. The fabric of your pants held her hand in place, in the wrong place, and she was obviously getting distracted by touching herself that you couldn’t get any proper friction.

You spread your legs as wide as possible, pushing her closer with your thighs and you wriggled for her attention. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked down at you and your pleading eyes.

“Not enough?” she asked, a finger slipping around your clit, but not touching where you needed it. You furiously shook your head, and she flashed her award-winning smile.

“That’s too bad then, isn’t it?”

She swiftly took off her underwear and before you knew it her cunt was settling over your face. You whined in protest as her hand left your pulsing clit and she fisted it in your hair instead. 

“Give me that tongue and maybe I’ll let you cum,” she gasped. 

She cooed soft praise as you followed through, tongue sliding out to suck and lick her wet skin desperately.

“Hungry, are we?” Daphne chuckled, her breath catching as you suckled at her clit. “Didn’t get enough at the steakhouse?”

You hummed in the back of your throat as you pushed your tongue deeply inside her and she groaned. Her milky thighs trembled and tensed at the sides of your head and she pressed closer to you.

You breathed in heavily through your nose, catching her sweat and arousal and bucked your own hips in response.

Taking pity, Daphne’s hand slipped back behind her, clumsily nudging your pants away until her fingers roughly found your cunt and pushed inside of you. You whined against her cunt, your pace stuttering for a moment.

“Don’t slack off,” she said, her other hand tugging at your hair in reprimand. Your fingers twitched and tensed above you, wishing you could touch her. 

She slipped her bra off completely as she rocked on your face. Her hand pressed deeply inside of you, wriggling and nudging against your front walls with strong fingers. 

“Make me cum,” she ordered breathily, her hips stuttering, and you pressed your tongue against her clit until she gushed into your mouth, sweet and intoxicating. Her soft, high-pitched groans contrasted with the iron grip she had on your cunt. 

Now that she had nothing else to focus on her hand picked up a sure pace. She lifted off of your face to let you breathe, only for you to gasp and beg,

“Please- please, please please..”

Daphne chuckled, two fingers pinching and rolling the hood over your clit, and you were done for.

You felt sweat and slick sliding down the inside of your thighs and she kept rubbing lightly as your orgasm rushed over you. Your abdomen convulsed and shivered through the sensations until your senses could return to normal and you saw Daphne staring at you lovingly from above.

Her hands reached forward and tugged the restraints off of your wrists. You felt blood rush back to your arms as they dropped by your sides, but you were too distracted by sucking and kissing her breasts hanging so close to your face to notice.

Daphne squealed as you nipped her skin and cradled your head closely before pulling you up for a deep kiss.

“Love you,” you mumbled against her lips. 

“I know,” she muttered, making you chuckle. Her hands worked the rest of your clothes off and then she laid down by your side, stretching like a cat, a leg hooking over yours as she kissed your face.

The shopping bags remained unpacked in the front hall for the rest of the night.

[klvgers]

don’t you dare

pairing: lou miller x daphne kluger

summary: daphne has always been a brat, but lou put her in her place.

word count: 337

warnings: smut, dom!lou, sub!daphne, thigh riding, edging, daddy kink, crying, overstimulation, ruined orgasm, brief spanking mention

“keep rubbing that pretty little pussy on daddy, sweetheart,”

daphne’s legs were spread across lou’s lap, grinding herself on lou’s thigh. “you’ve been a very bad girl, haven’t you? teasing me in front of the girls today?” the blonde raised an eyebrow.

“yes daddy, it won’t happen again!” daphne whined in the crook of lou’s neck. “oh, i know it won’t baby, because you’re gonna sit here and soak my pants like the little slut you are until i’m satisfied. won’t thinking about teasing again, will you? i say, you could last a good ten edges?”

daphne started to sob while thinking of getting edged ten times. her breaths and hips started getting faster, causing lou to intervene. “stop. don’t you dare cum. you go the pace that i gave you.” she stilled the smaller girl’s hips.

“you’re a big girl, you can take it.”

it had been a good thirty minutes and three edges since the last time lou had spoken and daphne was still going at it. lou’s pant leg was drenched and so was her own self. seeing her partner pleasure herself, on her thigh, made her go crazy.

“gonna cum, ‘m gonna cu- please daddy!”

“hold it.”

“i can’t- fuck!”

“yes, you can. if you cum right now, you would be able to sit for weeks.”

daphne tried and she tried, but the poor thing just couldn’t keep it together. once lou flexed her thigh, it was game over.

she came with a gasp and loud groan, hiding her face in her girlfriend’s neck. she wasn’t ready to look at lou’s face yet.

“well, look at that,” lou sneered. “what did i tell you,” she cupped daphne’s heat, making the brunette gasp and jump against the cold hand. “about cumming? hmm?”

“mm- not to do it. and t-that i wouldn’t be able to sit for weeks.” lou wiped some of the tears from the smaller girl’s face before nodding.

“correct. now, get over daddy’s lap baby, you’re in for a long night.”

[kj-1130]

Chapter 16

But First, it’ll Piss You Off

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     Calypso never did get the chance to check the time when they got back to the loft like she said she would. All she knew was that it was cold. Very cold. She was wishing she had a thicker jacket. 

     If she hadn’t grabbed Debbie’s spare key, it would’ve looked like she was leaving for good. She was definitely contemplating it but she figured it wasn’t a very good idea considering there was a crazy woman following her. 

     She didn’t have a set destination. She just needed to leave because the little bit of structure she did have in her life just came crashing down. And she needed to be around people who could understand. As much as she loved being around the crew, they didn’t understand what she was going through. They could feel sympathy but not empathy. 

     Calypso continued to walk to wherever her legs took her. When they stopped, she looked up and saw that she was at the corner store. It was her favorite one around here because they didn’t care who you were or what you bought. They only cared that you paid, and didn't cause a ruckus. 

     The bell above the door rang as she pushed it open and made her way into the establishment. Glancing over, she saw that the guy at the cash register was still staring down at his phone, not paying her any mind. The teen quickly walked over to the alcoholic beverages and grabbed two of the first thing she set her eyes on. 

     Placing the two bottles on the checkout counter, she dug through her satchel and began pulling out some money. 

     “Don’t worry about it, honey,” the guy started, putting the bottles in bags. “It’s on me,” he winked. 

     With a curled top lip, Calypso snatched the bags out of his hands and bolted out of there. 

Before she knew it, she was walking down the steps she had once been extremely familiar with. The loud honks from outside faded and turned into quiet jazz. 

     Knocking on the door, she waited for someone to answer. 

     “What’s the password?” 

     “Jeremy, don’t start with this shit,” she huffed and rolled her eyes. 

     “Never let me have any fun,” Jeremy muttered, while unlocking the steel door. 

     The teen slips in as soon as she is able to, wanting to separate herself from the outside world as quickly as possible. As she walked down the hall, her friend caught up with her and threw a muscular arm around her shoulder. 

     “So,” he starts, “what have you been up to, junior?” 

     Calypso rolls her eyes at the nickname (she didn’t even know how she got it) and decided to ignore it for the time being. 

     “Oh, you know, stole from a criminal then became friends with said criminal and their criminal friend group. Oh! And I live with them now. Nothing too big.” 

     While she continues moving, Jeremy stops behind her with his mouth hung open. 

     “Excuse me, what?” 

     With a sigh, the teen stands on her tiptoes and pats the top of his head. 

     “You’ll understand when you’re older,” she mocks before taking off towards the main room. 

     “Hey! Don’t fuck with my fro!” 

 -

     “I only got called a half-breed twice this week. That’s a win in my book.” 

     “What the hell did I just walk into?” 

     The three other heads whip around towards the newcomer. Cheers began to echo around the room and Calypso jokingly bows. 

     “Now, now, peasants. No need to fret, I know my presence has been missed.”

     The others only roll their eyes and invite her into the huddle to get comfy. 

     “C’mon, C. We were sharing our interesting weekly tales, you’re just in time,” Kensly says, scooting over to allow the newest addition to sit next to her. “It’s Eliza’s turn now.” 

     The mentioned grumbled and ran their hand through their freshly cut, shoulder-length hair. 

     “Do I have to?” 

     “Yes, grumpy pants,” Kens insists. “It’s tradition.” 

     With a sigh, Liz thinks up of something.

     “Ummm….someone at work compared me to the item box in Mario Kart cause ‘you never know what you’re gonna get.’”

     As hard as she tried not to, Calypso let out a snicker and covered it up with a cough. 

     “Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up.” 

     After the chuckles died down, Jayden spoke up. 

     “I saw some activity from Nineball which is super fucking rare! Like I felt honored to even see that.” 

     “Oh, that’s cool,” Calypso absentmindedly said. “I’ll have to talk to her about it.” 

     “You’ll have to do what?” Jay asked, shocked. 

     The teen muttered out a couple of curses for letting that slip and reluctantly began to explain in detail what’s been going on. From stealing Debbie’s watch, to living with her crew, and trying to hide from Ilora. It’s been a bumpy ride to say the least. 

     In the middle of her explanation, she opened up her bottle and took slow swigs. The happy, energetic vibe had since dissipated and was replaced by a somber and tense energy. The drink was a means of relaxation for her. 

     “She’s not even fucking dead,” she mutters after a moment of silence. “And I should’ve fucking known.” 

     “No, C” Jeremy gently interrupted. “You couldn’t have known-“ 

     “Yes, I would’ve,” the teen insists. “If she died then I would’ve felt it.”

     Quiet washed over them while they were all left to process what Calypso told them while she just sat there and tried to drink her miseries away. 

     “Okay,” Eliza says, reaching over and snatching the drink from the girl’s hand. “You’re gonna get alcohol poisoning.” 

     “Lizzie,” the teen whined drunkenly. 

     “No,” he said sternly. “You’re going to sober up and you’re gonna go…back to wherever you came from. Cause from what you told us, they’re probably worried sick.” 

     “Pfft. They don’t care-”

     “Yes, they do. You need to get that through your fucking head. If they didn’t care they would’ve kicked you out by now. If they didn’t care, they wouldn’t have told you about Harlow.” 

     Calypso was silent. 

     “So go in the kitchen, drink some water, and J will walk you back.” The teen only stared at them. “I said go.” 

     With a sigh, the coily-haired girl hauled herself off the couch and trudged to the kitchen to grab some water. 

     “Why do I have to walk her back?” Jeremy muttered. 

     “Because you’re all muscles,” Eliza replied. “Plus I’m hungry. And you’re the only one with money. So bring us something back.” 

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[olderpeople-supremacy]

Do you write for female characters from movies like Ocean's 8 or something?

Yeah, I actually just watched this movie and I am very intruged by it so if you have any ideas; feel free to send them to me;)

[onegayastronaut]

Dating Daphne Kluger Would Include...

Requested by anon: I don't know if you've seen Ocean's Eight yet, but if you have can you please do a Dating Lou Miller or Dating Daphne Kluger h/cs? Love you!

Daphne is surrounded by beautiful people every day, but you had caught her eye right away

She will tell you to work with her at every event because she wants to be around you all the time

Eventually, she’ll ask you out to dinner at least once a week

You already knew that Daphne was much smarter than her public persona, but it still seemed like she was afraid of your judgement

It was only after several months of seeing each other that Daphne asks you to date her officially

Always bringing you onto the red carpet with her and introducing you as “my beautiful girlfriend”

She knows you’re fairly quiet and will never force you to talk to the press if you don’t want to

There are times when the media spreads rumors, and Daphne is your fiercest defendant

You two are so protective over each other

Daphne knows she can truly be herself when she is with you

Always taking road trips with each other to escape the public eye

You are Daphne’s biggest fan, and she loves how supportive you are

Daphne prefers to be with you at home rather than be at any of the fancy events that she’s invited to

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

Damn, I'm so happy to report that my school semester is finally over.

Today I finished doing my final papers and next week they will give me my grades.

keep an eye on my profile because I will be uploading new ff and attending to pending requests and some new ones.

Thank you for your patience. I hope to read us very very soon

The tags are the list of what's coming soon

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Oh Whiskey Please Part Nine

Notes: Guuuuuuys wow I only have one more chapter planned after this wow Warnings: Uh... Some cursing?  Find all previous parts on the Masterlist, or check it out on AO3! Summary: A life lived in fear is a life half lived. 

“Excuse me, miss? You dropped this.” I turned back on instinct, and froze when I saw a smiling insurance agent.

“Made you look. Hi, John Frazier,” he held his hand out. I shook his head.

“I’m assuming you know who I am?” I asked. He nodded.

“You’ve been in the papers here and there. Mind if I ask you a few questions?”

“Ask away, but I may or may not have answers."

“I appreciate the honesty,” John said easily, adding, “Please,” and gesturing forward. I began to walk the way I’d been going, with him at my side.

“You are a friend of Daphne Kluger’s, correct?”

“Yes.”

“And you were at the MET gala last week?”

“I was.”

“Where were you when she lost her dinner?”

“You mean where was I when she lost her necklace?” He smiled, nodded and I replied,

“I was in the bathroom.”

“The same bathroom she threw up in?”

“A different one. The MET would be screwed if they only had one bathroom.”

“Which did you go to?”

“The one near the Egyptian wing,” I lied easily, knowing that I crossed through it to reach the exhibit and help Lou.

Frazier nodded, and he seemed to be checking a box off in his mind.

“Do you know Debbie Ocean?” I frowned, furrowed my brow, mouthed the name.

“Ocean? That name sounds familiar. Do you mean Danny?”

“No, no. I mean Debbie. Danny Ocean is dead.”

“Condolences.”

“We weren’t close.”

“It felt appropriate.” John’s hand reached out, gripping my sleeve to stop me. I turned to him, and was almost taken aback by the sincerity on his face.

“I’ve looked at your record. It’s clean. Debbie Ocean has a wrap sheet a mile long. Lou Miller? Nearly as long as her friend’s.”

“I don’t know what you’re—“

“Tread carefully. And if you decide that you do know them,” he reached into his pocket, pulling out a business card and pressing it into my hand.

“Let me know.”

—————-

“First of all, glad you told me,” Debbie said, passing me a mug of tea. I took it, watching as she sat on the couch opposite the arm chair I’d settled in. “Second of all, I’m sorting him out tonight.” “You’re sure that’s a good idea?” “It’ll get him off of our tails and onto Claude’s. I’ve got it all worked out.” I nodded, taking a sip of the tea. “Third of all—“ “There’s a third of all?” Debbie shot me a look and I quieted, leaning back in my seat. “I want to talk to you about a job. Something that came through one of my contacts. I can’t take it, but I think you’d be perfect for it.” I blinked owlishly at her, stunned.   “You’re offering me a job. Who turned it down?” “I haven’t offered it to anybody else.” “You were livid when you found out I went with Lou.” “That was then.” She stood. “I’ll give you more details later if you’re interested. You’re still jumpy, so hang out here for a bit. Don’t worry— Lou’s out for the night.”  

I felt my shoulders relax at that, despite my mutter of, “Not worried.”

—————

I was so, so cozy. And warm. I sighed, content, and rolled onto my side, a hand reaching out. It landed on the mattress, passing through where I’d thought someone might be. My eyes opened slowly, and I looked around. Then down. I was wearing one of Lou’s old t-shirts, and my underwear. I heard the floorboards creek and I looked up.

She seemed surprised to find me awake, but it only made her hesitate in her steps for a second before she came farther into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed and holding it a mug of coffee. I pushed myself up, sitting against the headboard and taking the mug with a mumbled, “Thanks.”

We sat in silence for a moment.

“You painted,” I commented. She nodded.

“New drapes, too.”

“Hey where’s that—“

“The clock? Gone.”

I took a sip of my coffee.

“How’d I get up here?”

“Took some persuading, but I got you to move. You fell asleep in the arm chair and I didn’t want you to fuck up your neck.” I smiled a little.

“Thank you.” Lou wordlessly took my mug in lieu of an answer, taking a sip from it before wrinkling her nose. “Never did understood why you drank it black.” “Never did understand why you’d always insist on drinking from my mug instead of just getting your own,” I retorted, taking the mug back from Lou. She smiled. I looked down I tot he dark liquid before I looked back up at her.

“Talk,” I said quietly. She raised her brows.

“About what?”

“You know what.”

“You don’t trust me.”

“Is that a question?”

“No, I’m telling you. You don’t trust me.”

I was taken aback.

“What makes you say that?”

“When we were together— when we were dating, you were always so resentful of Debbie.”

“And that’s where you—“

“Please let me finish.” I closed my mouth, properly chastised. She told a deep breath.

“You acted... you acted like Debbie was the only person in my life. The only one I cared about. And she is important to me, but she’s not the only one. If you had given me the chance, I would’ve fought for us.” It felt like someone had twisted a knife in my gut.

“I did give you a chance. I have you given you a hundred chances, Lou, and you let me down every time.” Lou took the mug from my hand, setting it on the bedside table before taking hold of my hands in hers.

“This is different. We’re different. No— listen, please,” She implored, tightening the grip on my hands as I tried to tug them back. I hated feeling tears prickling in my eyes; she had already seen me cry enough for a lifetime.

“This life, this job. You can’t have one foot in and one foot out. But you’re in now.” Her eyes searched my face.

“I know Debbie offered you another gig,” she said. I pursued my lips, trying to swallow past the lump in my throat as she went on,

“And I know that as much as it can scare you, you like this. I saw it in your eyes years ago, on that first job.”

“It wasn’t just the job,” I admitted, “I felt like I finally understood was it was like to be part of your world. It was you.”

Lou leaned forward, resting her forehead against mine, one of her hands coming up to brush away a tear that had escaped me. I broke as she murmured,

“Then let it be us.”

[gayforwandanat]

okay so this is an introduction

I am in fact a homo woman and thus- I am a whore for them

I made this acc so that I can write unreal situations that I wish to become reality

I will take requests so pls send some in I’m not really very smart but I do my best

Here’s a list of characters that I know enough to write about (I am honestly willing to write about anyone given I’ve watched the show/movie so don’t be afraid to ask!!)

Marvel

- Natasha Romanoff

- Wanda Maximoff

- Carol Danvers

- Maria Hill 

- Sharon Carter

- Peggy Carter

- Brunhilde/ Valkyrie

- Hela 

- Yelena Belova

- Monica Rambeau

- Agatha Harkness 

- Sylvie

- Kate Bishop

- Maya Lopez 

American Horror Story

- Billie Dean Howard 

- Cordelia Goode 

- Sally McKenna

- Ally Mayfair-Richards

- Wilhemina Venable

- Madison Montgomery 

- Misty Day

Ocean’s 8

- Lou Miller 

- Debbie Ocean 

- Tammy 

- Daphne Kluger

A Simple Favor

- Emily Nelson

I Care a Lot 

- Marla Grayson

- Fran

[getlostsquidward]

The gaps in your hearts (Part 2)

Lou Miller x fem!reader

A/N: You asked for part 2, and I shall deliver. I hope it's worth your wait!!

Summary: After your departure, an unexpected circumstance had you arriving back at the loft, back at Lou. Will the gaps in your hearts only become wider or will they be finally filled?

Part one

“Oh, bugger. Baby? I’m home.”

“Nice place.”

“Try heating it.”

“There’s a room for you upstairs. Your stuff’s upstairs too.”

Lou called your name a couple of times but she got no answer. Maybe you went out and got something from the store. She furrowed her eyebrows at the notion that you didn’t let her know you’ll go out like you usually does.

She can’t wait for you to meet Debbie.

The sun has set down and you weren’t at home yet. Lou was growing worried each minute that passes. She’d left you text messages, she tried to call you several times, but all of it went to voicemail. Where did you go?

Debbie had returned from her closure meeting with Claude. She had bought takeout for dinner but Lou wasn’t in any mood to eat. She was antsy but keeping it down so her friend won’t notice. Maybe you were called in at work? Maybe you went out with a friend and forgot to send her a text. The blonde knows you can perfectly take care of yourself but she can’t help but be worried.

“Where’s your girl?” Debbie asked, reminded of Lou calling someone ‘baby’ when they arrived earlier.

Lou just shrugged her shoulders, not really knowing what to answer.

“Maybe she hit her head and woke up from the truth,” the brunette joked.

Lou glared at her friend. “Not funny.”

“Tell me about her.”

The blonde started to tell her friend everything. From how you met, the ups and downs of your relationship, and how loving and wonderful you are. You were patient and understanding; you were perfect in every way and she hated how she’d managed to hurt the one person that did nothing but love her.

The day you moved out of the loft was the most devastating day of her life. It was way much worse than when Debbie left before.

She knew that you were checking in on her through Matt, and she was wracked with guilt. Even after what she’d done, you still care for her. Lou unconsciously checks her phone to see if you left a message but to no avail. You really honoured your word that you’d give her time, and she was thankful for that.

In your two-month break, she really had thought about it all. She used the time to sort out her feelings. Hell, she even opened up to some of her other friends for help, something she rarely does even with those who know her. Unearthing her feelings.

Lou had feelings for Debbie. She didn’t know if it was romantic or if it was just a deep affection. She didn’t really think much of it. Debbie was one of the few of the persons she knows she could trust with her life and in the conworld, such a person was like a rare gem. It was hard to find, and if you do, you’ve got to treasure it. And so she did.

“Maybe you’d mistaken the concept of love and affection. You told me you really didn’t think anything about it and that explains it. The moment you felt that that person was dear to you, you immediately equated it to romantic love.”

The words mentioned had hit Lou, hard. Once she realized that, she promptly had to find you. She called you, but you didn’t answer. She didn’t know where you were staying so she asked your friends, and that’s how Lou found you drowning in liquor in some alley.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” Debbie berated, feeling rather guilty about how she was probably the reason you left for the second time around.

“I do. No need to remind me.”

“I’m gonna tell you to go find her, but I also need you to focus on the job. Can you do both?”

“Of course,” Lou sighed. She won’t know what she would do if she were to lose you for real this time.

-

You were feeling rueful for leaving Lou without a word. You knew she’d be worried sick, but it was the best for the two of you. Once again, you fell into your routine. It was incredibly helpful that an event was coming and you can spend all of your time at work. Though this time, the constant drinking was out of your to-do list.

Your mind often wandered to Lou. She said something about a job, maybe that’s what they’re doing right now. Has she been thinking of you too?

The messages and missed calls Lou had sent you were not in your knowledge as you’d let your best friend hide your phone, and bought a new one for you. At first, you thought that it would be ridiculous and childlike of you but maybe she had a point. The worst-case scenario would be Lou filing for a missing person’s case, but you knew she wouldn’t dare cross paths with the police.

-

“Oh my god, you guys. This party is nuts. I’m not kidding! If your dress is ugly, you can’t wear it, no shit! They will bower your wardrobe!” Tammy rambled and rushed to get into the loft where she got everyone’s attention.

“I love that!” Lou quipped.

“Oh I gotta pee,” Tammy continued to ramble. “Every table cost a quarter-million dollars that if they allow you to buy one! I mean not just any $250,000 check will be approved, I mean they literally have to tell you whether or not they’ll take your money, it’s crazy!”

Everyone was standing outside the bathroom, still listening to Tammy rant about the Met.

“And then you can’t bring anyone, that you clearly go by yourself. They spend a hundred grand on food and apparently no one eats, it’s really crazy,” the blonde finished as she went out, kind of out of breath from the continuous rambling.

“Did you get the seating chart?” asked Debbie.

“The what?”

“The seating chart.” Tammy handed the special glasses she was wearing to Debbie.

“If I haven’t said it, it’s really crazy. This one person that I’m working with maybe is the only saving grace of that place. Thank goodness for Y/N,” the blonde sighed, capturing the attention of Lou.

She shared looks with Debbie, hoping that it was you their friend was talking about.

After discussing the seating chart, they approached Tammy and straightforwardly asked about you, if you were the same person she’d mentioned. Apparently, you quit your last job and had started few weeks prior to Tammy. Lou asked if you’re doing well, and almost cried when she nodded. When Tammy asked why they are curious, Debbie answered. “Lou’s girl. Left because of this dumbass right here.”

The blonde had a surprised expression on her face, a bit amazed at how small the world is. The person they’ve been looking for was only at their reach this whole time.

“She’s sweet. If you’re planning to get her back, which I know you would, you better not mess up.”

Since that day, Lou was itching to contact you but inhibited herself. She’d finish the job first, then she would have you back. If she was lucky enough to be given a second chance, which she wouldn’t fucking waste, she can finally go to California riding with you on her new bike like you always wanted to do.

Finally, it was the first Monday in May. Lou was still in the van with Nineball, preparing food for her. She remembered you telling her she would look good in a chef’s uniform. She wasn’t actually a chef right now, but she still owes you a hundred bucks.

What if you weren’t gone? Maybe you would be in on the heist too, and you would be the most beautiful woman in her eyes, everyone else in the Met is damned. She knew you would have loved and drooled over the green jumpsuit she was wearing.

The heist was successful, and the ladies were lounging at the loft. Their dillydally was halted when an unexpected guest has stormed the loft. Daphne Kluger.

“You guys are fucked,” the actress huffed. “Wow, nice place.”

“Excuse me, you are trespassing-”

“No, we asked her to come,” Lou cut Tammy’s accusation.

Debbie started to explain how Daphne might have gotten a sense of what they were doing, so they roped the brunette in. Daphne then asserted how she was the one who was saving everyone from insurance fraud. Another revelation had caused panic to those who didn’t know, scared that they might be busted and imprisoned.

“We will not be the prime suspect.”

“Then who will be the prime suspect?”

Lou listed several people like the security guys and the busboy. Their attention was focused on Daphne that they didn’t notice another person coming in. You quietly opened the door in purpose, glancing at each of the women inside. You’d heard the last bit of their conversation and captured their attention by announcing your presence.

“The shady guy who put Debbie away,” you casually commented, walking towards everyone.

“Wow,” Daphne chuckled. “The boyfriend.”

Everyone but Debbie and Daphne was shocked, for the third time around. They didn’t really expect guests today. Lou looked like she had seen a ghost but didn’t take her eyes off you.

“Yup. If they were gonna be looking for somebody, just had to make sure it wasn’t one of us.”

You whispered a “Hi, Tam” to your coworker, and took a sit in the middle of her and Daphne. “The precision, right?” the actress turned to you. “The attention to detail, a little grace note that really makes something sing.”

While she was blubbering about how well-thought the job was, she scooted closer to you and put a hand on your thigh. Lou raised an eyebrow at the action, jealousy bubbling in her chest.

“Why are you doing this?” Tammy asked, referring to Daphne. “And Y/N? You were in too? How?”

You let the brunette answer first and when she finished, Debbie had answered for you.

“She was our other mole in the Met, aside from you and Nine.”

“Oh, you were an angel, Y/N. She made sure I was okay after hurling my guts out. Much much better company than my date,” Daphne preached, leaning her head on your shoulder. You rest your head on hers in return.

Lou’s jaw was gritted, it was too much for her and she couldn’t look any longer. She looked at Debbie and gave her a perplexed look, asking for further explanation.

The brunette just shrugged her shoulder, knowing it was up to you to talk to Lou. After all, it was the reason she approached you. At first, she had only talked to you about Lou, but later called to ask if you were willing to join in the job. You’d said yes right away.

That night, you saw Lou sitting near the shore. She was staring straight ahead as you sat next to her.

“Lou?”

“You know, I planned to talk to you after we got the money. But you got to me first,” she whispered.

“You have to thank Debs for that.”

Lou chuckled, “Debs? What, you’re on a nickname basis now? She doesn’t even let me call her that.”

“She told me everything. And, I- I’m sorry, Lou. I shouldn’t have left like that, left you worried though you had a job to focus on-”

Lou cut you off as she pulled you in for a hug. “No, Y/N. I should be the one apologizing.”

Her hand was running up and down your back, the touch soothing all of your troubles. You can finally feel at peace. There was no snarling voice at the back of your head, no heavy feeling. You feel like a sailor in the middle of a calm sea.

“I’ll make it up to you, for real, this time,” Lou pulled back, giving you a smile. You nodded in return.

“Although you may have to explain first what was that earlier,” her smile faded, and glared at you playfully.

You were about to ask what she was referring to when you suddenly remembered. You told her how you may or may not have told Daphne that you were on a rough patch and she volunteered to help make Lou jealous. Both of you shared a laugh as she commented on how effective it was that she had to restrain herself from tearing you apart from the actress.

There was no time to waste, you thought as you pressed your lips against Lou’s. The kiss was slow and passionate, the both of you pouring all your feelings out. Her hand entangled itself on the base of your skull as she deepened the kiss, tongue swiping on your bottom lip asking for entrance. You let her dominate you, a soft moan coaxed out of your mouth.

The only thing you could focus on was the feeling of Lou’s lips; your hammering heart and the waves lapping gently at the shore.

“I love you, baby,” Lou murmured, both of you breathless.

“I know, Lou. I love you too.”

[amerrierworld]

Not a total frickin’ idiot

For the request: R x Daphne Kluger. R being a part of the original Heist Crew and also being the one Daphne approaches. They’re super flirty w/ each other and everyone knows that they like each other except themselves.

Summary: You thought you had gone unnoticed at the Met, but Miss Kluger never forgets a face.

Characters: Daphne Kluger x fem!reader, the Ocean’s team

Word Count: 1,657

Warnings: swearing!? Do i still have to put a warning for that? idk

If you had learned anything about diva actress Daphne Kluger from Rose, it was that you don’t speak unless spoken to first. 

And considering she didn’t talk to you at all during the heist, you were able to get around the entire night never uttering a single word to her, fulfilling your role on the team without any kind of hiccup.

So you were quite surprised when she had slid into your booth at your favourite coffee shop, giant sunglasses and a fashionable sunhat masking her face. You looked up from your phone and were about to comment about your booth being taken until you recognized her.

Your mouth hung open a little bit as she took off the hat and glasses. Her lips were painted a deep red and her outfit was impeccable, as always.

“Say..” she immediately said, pearly whites nearly blinding you as she smiled, “you were at the Met, weren't you?”

“I- I’m sorry?” you began. “I don’t know-”

“Oh my god! You totally were! You were wearing that adorable dress. Gosh, you looked so good.”

You were blushing hard, because in a matter of barely a minute, Daphne Kluger, gorgeous movie star, had called you adorable and good-looking all in the same sentence.

“I was there too- well, obviously you know that,” she chuckled, “and I was wearing that beautiful diamond necklace, don’t you remember? It was all over the news. Especially when I supposedly lost it.”

“O-oh? Right, y-yes I remember reading about it in the news..”

“And you know.. I couldn’t help but wonder how weird my designer was acting all night. And that lady in the black from the staff, who found my necklace? You’d almost think they were acting.”

You were almost as pale as a sheet at this point, gripping your cup in shaking fingers.

“And you know what’s funny? I saw you talking to both of them during the night. I mean, how couldn’t I notice? You looked so gorgeous, almost like you were asking me to see you.”

You gulped, “I do not know what you’re talking about, Miss Kluger-”

“Just call me Daphne,” she leaned forward, lips spread in a feline smile, elbows resting on the table and propping her head up on her hands.

“Y/N, right? I asked for your name from the guest list, I hope you don’t mind. They let me in on those sorts of things anyways.”

“That’s me,” you replied. 

“Do you know Debbie Ocean? Of course you do, you two also seemed pretty close all night, hm? You’re lucky I was the only one who noticed.”

“What?”

“I’ve been approached by an investigator who seems really interested in her because the uh, necklace turned out to be a fake.”

You tried to pretend to be surprised at the news, but you couldn’t muster it, and Daphne looked at you knowingly.

“Luckily, I didn’t tell  him any  of your names, because I wasn’t sure if I was right. But you just confirmed all my suspicions anyways, so..”

“Are you threatening me?” you narrowed your eyes at her, and she gasped in mock offence.

“Of course not!” she leaned forward, giving you ample view of her cleavage, hand trailing over yours,

“I’m seducing you, Y/N.”

You didn’t know what to say as she looked at you with those deep, telling eyes. Her own eyes flickered appreciatively over your features, and you wondered if she was checking you out or if she was simply acting.

A small group of fans approached the table, chittering and blushing at the sight of Daphne Kluger in a meagre coffee shop such as this one. She smiled amicably, accepting their compliments and giving them autographs, before saying,

“You’re all so sweet, but do you think you’d be able to let my girlfriend and I have some privacy for the rest of our date? Thaanks,” she waved as the fans rushed off, gasping and gossiping amongst themselves at the prospect of the Daphne Kluger having a girlfriend. 

“Girlfriend?” you asked once you found your voice again. She only grinned and winked at you.

“Oh, don’t be like that baby. Now, are you gonna tell me about the necklace, or what?” she sipped your drink and your mouth went dry.

-

“Chilly,” Daphne remarked at the glances given by the rest of the group, “what about, ‘Hi Daph, welcome to the team. Let’s not all high five at once.’”

You chewed your lip, bounced your leg, avoided her gaze altogether, and tried very hard not to look at how good she looked in her black dress. You were sitting across from the couch where she had plopped down, hunched in the metal framed chair.

“Why’d y’let her get to you, Y/N. I told you not to draw attention to yourself!” Rose said to you, after you and Debbie had explained how Daphne had found you, recognized you and called out the plan. You, being the newbie in the ways of criminality, could barely think of a cover up and ended up bringing her to Debbie with a spluttering confession.

“She didn’t,” Daphne’s eyes were locked on yours, “I just noticed her myself.”

You blushed a little and looked away. Debbie looked at you apologetically, knowing you felt put on the spot.

“Plus,” Daphne continued, “I am the one who is saving your asses from insurance fraud, okay?”

The team burst into shock, responses flying left and right.

“I-I was gonna get to that,” you said hastily, eyeing Debbie, who stepped in,

“It seems that they’ve assigned an insurance investigator-”

“Who’s about to look up your asses with a flashlight,” Daphne pointed out.

“Who?” 

"Oh, this little Columbo dude, everything but the trench coat, totally on to you.”

“His name is John Frasier,” Debbie said.

"Wha- you know him?” Amita spluttered in disbelief.

“Yes, he busted my father twice, my brother once.”

“He’s family,” Lou added.

“Lest we forget, this entire enterprise was to keep me out of jail,” Rose interrupted, worry etched on her face.

“No one is going to jail,” Lou assured her.

“We expected this, we prepared for this,” said Debbie. Not many of the team seemed to believe her, with Nineball adding,

“Yup... that’s clear.”

“We will not be the prime suspect,” Debbie said sternly.

"Then who will be?”

“Well,” you added, “we’ve got the security guys, the busboys-”

“...The shady guy who put you away,” Tammy sighed, arching an eyebrow at Debbie, who could barely contain the smirk on her face. Daphne stared at her incredulously,

“..the boyfriend.”

"Mhm,” Debbie replied, “they were gonna be looking for somebody, just had to make sure it wasn’t one of us.”

Lou nodded in approval, adding a faint, “that’s nice.”

"Thanks.”

“Wow... that is amazing,” Daphne grinned, chewing her gum in delight, “the precision, right? It’s always the attention to detail and the little grace notes that really make something sing.”

A short silence followed. Glances were cast between the rest of you, wondering what on earth had gotten into Daphne’s head.

“...Why are you doing this?” Tammy asked, clearly dumbfounded by this multi-millionaire actress dropping into their party. Daphne stilled for a moment, her eyes flickering to you for a second before saying,

“I.. don’t have that many close female friendships. Plus bookclubs are the worst, so I just thought y’know... could be something fun to share?”

“You’re becoming a criminal because you’re lonely?”

“...Who isn’t sometimes, right?”

"Are you an only child?” you asked her. Her silence told you enough.

The team seemed to accept at that point that Daph was there to stay, so they went about their usual business. 

“Beer?” Lou offered you, which you immediately said yes to, feeling a little woozy after that whole experience.

Tammy went to the kitchen and opened another pizza box, and you went to grab a slice for yourself before calculating your next move carefully, hoping your brain wouldn’t short circuit as you grabbed another slice and headed to where Daphne was sitting by herself.

You sat next to her, very very awkwardly, and offered her the paper plate.

“Aw, thanks,” she smiled, cheering up a little, “you know you don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Be nice to me because you feel bad for me. Look, I’m sorry I cornered you the other day. I didn’t mean to seem desperate or whatever.”

“You- you didn’t seem desperate,” you frowned, “and I don’t feel bad for you. Whatever gave you that idea?”

She looked at you with a mouthful of pizza, and made an exasperated gesture to your whole surroundings, indicating the events that had just occurred. She also didn’t want you to know how she had been dying for your attention the minute she had seen you at the Met. 

“Oh, well, I mean, I think your reasoning was perfectly justified,” you cocked your head at her and smiled. Then you lifted your pizza and said,

“to crime!”

The rest of the group cheered and replied with the same phrase, lifting their beers or pizza with glee. Daphne blushed at the exclamation.

“Now you,” you said, nodding encouragingly. 

“What?”

“Do it! If you’re gonna be a part of the Ocean’s team, you gotta get with the rituals.”

“Rituals?” Daphne scoffed. But then she saw your dopey smile and sparkling eyes, and her insides melted. She delicately lifted the pizza and said,

“to crime!”

You laughed and sipped your beer.

“Ten bucks says they’re dating by next week,” Nineball said in the kitchen, peering into the fridge.

“I say by the weekend,” Constance offered. 

“Idiots,” Rose shook her head. “If tonight is gonna keep up like this, I say by the morning.”

They eyed you and Daphne chatting away on the couch, completely forgetting about everyone else.

“Not so lonely anymore I guess,” Tammy smiled.

“Told you, crime’s good for many things,” Debbie nudged her and smiled at Lou, who rolled her eyes playfully.

[klvgers]

nsfw alphabet / daphne kluger

word count: 773

warnings: this is very smutty beware <3

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

daphne is such a softie after sex. she would always ask you if you're okay and shush you if you're crying. she loves having you in her arms.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

daphne loves her hands. how they wrap around your neck while she's fucking you. she couldn't pick just one thing she loves about you, you're perfect.

c = anything to do with cum basically... i'm a disgusting person)

daphne always makes you to lick your own cum off her fingers. it really turns her on.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

daphne doesn't like to keep secrets. she tells you everything.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

oh yeah. daphne definitely knows what she's doing.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying. will probably include a visual)

if daphne is sitting in a chair, she would make you sit on her strap while she slowly fucks into you. but in bed, mostly daphne's on top.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, romantic aspect...)

daphne always likes to mock you when you beg and whine for you to touch her.

h = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

daphne shaves sometimes, only when she feels like it.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

she kisses you a lot during it.

j -jack off (masturbation)

daphne only does it when your not home or when your chained the bed and there's nothing you can do but watch her.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

humiliation (and verbally), choking, spanking, face sitting. she also likes restraints.

l = location (favorite places to do it)

anywhere in the house, but mainly in the bedroom. she fucked you in nineball's club once after a heist and you surprisingly didn't get caught with how loud you where.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

how your breathing hitches when she gets too close and your sweet, glossy eyes looking up at her that make her wanna flip you over and fuck you senseless.

n = NO (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

daphne would never do anything to scare you or make you feel upset or uncomfortable.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

daphne loves both. she's secretly a pillow princess and makes you do all the work. but she loves when she feels your thighs squeeze her head and your legs shake.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

daphne likes to fuck you slowly because she knows that drives you crazy. she coos when you beg her to go faster.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

daphne always pulls a quickie when she's in her dressing room getting ready for a event.

r = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

she only risks fucking you in lou's loft when everyone's there. she covers you mouth and shushes you so you don't moan to loud.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

daphne could go at least five rounds in a night. she tries to make you go a couple more rounds than usual, promising that she'll take care of you if you're good for her.

t = toy (do they own toys?do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

daphne owns numerous dildos and vibrators that she uses on you. she has one strapon that she only uses on special occasions.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

daphne is SO unfair, she teases you every chance she can get. she has teased you until you cried. and of course mocked you after.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

she's very quiet when she fucks you but always mocks your whines and cries.

w = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

the first time you made out with her, you made her cum in her shorts. you sent her over the edge and she was embarassed that she came from only kissing you.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

it's very very high.

z = zzz (... how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

when she's on bottom, daphne falls asleep right after she comes down from her high because she's so exhausted. when she tops, she makes sure you have everything you need before she go to sleep.