#reader x cate blanchett

[anbadann]

Part 2..

I need something else to do in my life.

[inlovewithgreta]

Throne — Hela x Fem!Reader

Summary: Hela loved her newly claimed throne, but she loved bending you over it even more.

Warnings: degradation, praise, strap-on use (r receiving), semi-public sex, maybe some slight breath play?, deep throating, cum filled strap

Word Count: 1.4k

Taglist: @shslbunnylover

A/N: Apologies for my absence!! I basically live at work, but luckily the holidays are almost over and I'll have more time to write! Tysm for being so patient with me! <3

© Do not copy, repost, or modify any of my works.

"Kneel before your Queen," Her low lustrous voice purred in your ear.

Knees were met with the cold floor of the empty throne room without hesitation. The tall raven haired woman stared down at you with a proud smirk.

"Look at you so eagerly falling to your knees like a needy little slut."

The woman circled slowly behind you, like a lion stalking its prey. But this lion was different. This lion had a strap-on attached to its waist.

Hela knew how much you loved it when she fucked you with it. She knew the pleasure you got from it, as the loud moans falling past your lips constantly play on repeat in her head.

And it even helped that she could feel the pleasure herself. Each time she bottomed you out, the dildo would put pressure on her clit and it was the most sensational feeling.

You gulped when the ravenette stopped in front of you, her long thick cock only mere inches from your face. A long manicured finger landed under your chin, tilting your head up so the woman could lock her eyes with yours.

"Suck me off."

You licked your lips with a subtle nod to your head, not daring to waste a single second or keep the woman standing dominantly in front of you waiting.

"Anything for you, my queen."

Her wicked smirk only deepened at not only the words that came from you, but the way you so eagerly wrapped your lips around her cock without an ounce of hesitation.

Her dark manicured fingers dipped through your luscious locks, and curled to get a firm grip against your scalp. The quiet moan that was muffled by the nearly full cock in your mouth only urged her to push your head forward.

Tears threatened to fall, burning your eyes with their saltiness and blurring your gaze as Hela held you still against her.

"Such a good little whore, taking all of my cock in your mouth so happily for me.." she cooed. "I'm so proud of you."

You held yourself together, pushing yourself to not gag with how deep the woman had you suck, but she knew when to let up when your breathing grew heavy. You knew to breathe through your nose and relax your throat but that wasn't always enough.

Slobber coated her length as she allowed you to finally take her out of your mouth, but only momentarily before she brought you back in. The hands wrapped in your hair guided your head, much slower this time so her eyes can watch more clearly as she looked down at you with fire in her eyes.

"I don't think I'll ever get enough of this.. watching you take me like the filthy slut that you are. You like this, don't you?"

Your 'mhm' was muffled, and Hela stood proud as she watched you suck her off, but the next look that you gave her... the one where you gaze up at her with doe-eyes, a mix of both lust and innocence had her grunting and pulling your hair.

That same look you gave her when you two first met, the same look that you knew drove her crazy and mad with desperation to fuck it off of you.

"Is this what you want?" She asked, forcing you to turn away from her with her strong grip, "To be treated like my own personal fucktoy?"

"Yes.." you let out a small whine when coldness suddenly hit your chest as Hela bent you over her newly claimed throne. "I'm yours, my queen. All yours. Use me. Fuck me. Destroy me."

The ravenette pushed you roughly down, smirking to herself as she admired your bent over figure. Nails dragged down your spine, causing your back to slightly arch and your ass to lift higher in the air.

"Such a naughty little thing," she admitted with a sharp smack to your ass. "If only people knew how much of a whore you really were. Always so eager to submit to me. So eager to let me fuck you senseless. Isn't that right?"

You couldn't help but mumble under your breath as the tip of her cock slid between your legs, gathering your slick at a teasingly slow rate. She held you still with one hand to your waist while the other held your head down, the coldness that only your chest felt had now appeared on your cheek.

"Don't get all quiet on me now, pet. I want to hear everything that comes out of that pretty little mouth while I fuck you."

A loud cry reverberated off the barely decorated walls of the grand throne room when the queen slammed her hips forward, completely bottoming you out in a matter of seconds.

Your walls fluttered around her length, the feeling of your walls stretching for her was almost more than you could handle. She was bigger this time, longer, and she gave you little time to get used to it.

"Jesus— fuck!" Her hips drew back for a mere second, only to forcefully make their way forward, skin slapping against skin roughly as she pounded into you.

Her eyes were trained on the strap between her legs, watching with her bottom lip between her teeth as her cock disappeared fully into your cunt, only to come back out full of your slick.

Hela grunted expletive after expletive with her deeply rich voice, admiring the way her cock fully disappeared inside of you. Whimpers matched her relentless thrusts.

"You look so divine like this, darling. Bent over my throne, and taking my cock so well like a good little slut."

Hela couldn't help but get off at the sinful moan that escaped your lips as her nails dug into your scalp to grab a handful of hair and tug at it to lift your head from the cold seat. You could just barely see your reflection in the throne as you looked straight ahead of you.

Eyes heavily hooded, hair pulled back in a tangled mess, and Hela behind you with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth and her chest heaving.

"Enjoying the show?" You caught her smirk before her hand gave the cheek of your ass a sharp smack.

Hela was clearly enjoying herself. She was in her own version of heaven. If she could do this every day, and lord did she want to, she would.

"Mhm," you leisurely moaned. Although you attempted to nod your head, you were unsuccessful with the strong grip Hela had onto you. "S-so...close.."

"Come for me, slut." A sharp spank to your ass jolted you forward. Hela herself could feel her own release about to snap as the wet sounds from your cunt and your moans playing like music in her ears was almost more than enough for her.

Breathy moans fell past your lips and stars filled your eyes as you came with shaky legs. The queen fucking you kept up her rough motions as you cried out from your orgasm, allowing you to ride it out as long as you possibly could.

Warmth flooded your insides as her strap filled your cunt with her own come. Hela couldn't help but gaze down at the mess in front of her and the way your pussy couldn't hold her come that now dripped down your inner thighs.

"Now that just won't do, princess." The queen tutted, before slowly pulling out of your used hole. You shuddered as she pulled away from you, suddenly missing her closeness.

Hela swiftly discarded her strap, not caring where it was tossed as she was too focused on you and your dripping hole. Your legs were still shaking as she sank to her knees behind you.

Cold fingers dragged up your thigh, leaving bits of goosebumps in their wake to litter your smooth skin. "Such a pretty little pussy," she cooed, before collecting your release and shoving a finger in her mouth.

You heard a faint sucking sound from behind you and dared to look, only to be met with Hela licking ravenously on her slender finger like it was the most delectable taste that she's ever come across.

"So sweet too.." She caught a glimpse of your reddened cheeks and the beads of sweat along your forehead and smirked to herself. "And all for me," she hummed.

"All for you, my love." You lazily smiled at her.

It was always a joy to see you like this. That just-fucked look on your face with your hooded eyelids and cheeks the deepest crimson she's ever seen always had her aching for more. But, today she had some self restraint.

At least for now.

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[woman-actress]

Jealous character x Fem!reader pleeaaaase

It's an SOS that I'm sending to you ...I am what we can call: an addict of fanfictions.

That's why I ask anyone who can write these wonderful things ... I'm in need and I have no desire to cure this addiction.

A little list :

Natasha Romanoff :

Wanda Maximoff :

Carol Danvers :

Lena Luthor :

Literally every character played by Cate Blanchette :

Same for Sarah Paulson :

Alma peregrine :

So many women and possibilities of toxic relationships and possible jealousy, really I would be happy to be crushed by these womens....

Thanks ! Really 💕

[bl4nchetts-lvr]

hi! would you ever be up to writing a fic/drabble based off your lydia tar headcanons? have a great day!

yes! hope you like it.

Lydia Tár smut fic

pairing: Lydia Tar x F!Reader

warnings: smut,lesbian sex,degradation (use of the word "slut"),sub!reader,dom!lydia,usage of a strap,toxic lydia (are we even surprised)

word count: ±1015

(not proof read/ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE,SORRY IN ADVANCE)

it's 23:41..

Lydia is sitting at her desk,working per usual. her pale blue eyes looking down at the papers,her veiny hand holding the black pen which was almost empty from all of the writting.

she hears you walk into the office,your slow footsteps which come closer and closer to the blond,but doesnt bat an eye. she looked at you only when she felt your body weight on her lap.

"can't you see i'm working?" she asks with her usual cold tone of the voice,her face expressionless per usual. but,if you looked closer,you could see the slightest discomfort on the woman's face,she doesn't like being interrupted while working.

you don't say anything,as you gently put the strand of her hair behind her ear which had no piercings,but had a tiny note tattoo behind it. you smiled at her a little.

"when will you be done,honey?" you ask a question,for which you do not get an immediate answer. you're used to it. Lydia is always like this: stoic,cold (even to you) and quiet. all you hear is a slight huff.

in reality,you knew the woman wouldnt be done for a long while,but you just needed her so,so badly. last time you two had sex was.. you can't even remember.

there is something about your wife that makes you want her more and more.. maybe it's the way she sits,manspreading and leaning back on her chair,or maybe it's the way she's dressed: a white button up shirt (which is not even halfway buttoned),her casual pants which hug her waist a little too good,her rolex watch which is concidered used only by "men",the way her collarbones are visible from the open shirt,the collarbones you love to bite and kiss so much whenever you two make love.

you were snapped out of your trance,when you realized that lydia has stopped you from riding her thigh by holding your waist tightly. it made you blush,as you realized you subconsciously started riding your wife.

"not now." you hear her sharp voice.

you were still flustered and embarrassed from this,so you couldn't say much. but the way her eyes were narrowed,her wrinkles on her forehead,under the eyes and near the mouth were showing..you wanted to kiss every one of those wrinkles while she scissors yo-

"can you not look at me so intensely?" you hear her voice yet again,the voice that makes you melt whenever she praises you,or even degrades you. you love her voice. you love her and you want her very,very much.

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as some time passed by,your constant whinning and begging finally made lydia snap and she looked so angry,but her anger turned you on even more.

you knew she was toxic,but,red is an attractive color,is it not?

you felt yourself being pinned down onto her desk,bent over. your right leg was now on the desk,as your wife grabbed your thigh harshly (it will definitely leave a slight mark).

lydia started taking off your panties,she put your skirt up (or,if you want imagine it being pants which she took off) and startes gently running her middle and index finger through your folds,which were already wet.

"so wet already? what a slut you are,it's amusing,really." she says with slight disgust in her voice,but she loves it. Lydia loves making you so wet,because she knows only she can make you wet.

lydia then uses your natural juices as a lube to push her fingers into you. she knows you love it rough,so,lydia goes all in with one push which leads to you moaning out her name. it feeds into her god complex..knowing that you,her little wife,is getting riled up by her,you moan because of her. she continues penetrating you with her slim and long fingers,as she looks at your face: the way your eyes roll back,the sweat that is slowly coming out and dripping down your forehead.

she then took her fingers out,leaving you feeling all empty,but not for long,because she unbuttons her pants where she had her black stap-on. she then slowly puts it at your entrance and goes in,this time she actually kissed your jaw,your earlobe and whispered praises.

"the pain will go away soon,princess,just take it like a good girl you are." you hear her raspy whisper.

the next thing you feel is lydia's hands on your thighs as she slowly picks up the pace while fucking you. she enjoys the feeling of being the superior one,the way you clench on her strap,the way you moan only for her,the way only she gets to make you feel like this.

"no one will make you feel as good as i do,remember that." she says coldly,as if spitting those harsh words onto your face. but you don't care,she is right,no one will ever make you feel so good. it's always lydia and only her.

as she continues fucking your wet cunt,you can feel the orgasm building up,about to come out. you gasp,which is an indicator (for lydia) that you're close. she grabs your hair in a fist,putting your head up,so she can see every little expression on your face.

"don't you dare to stay quiet,i want to hear you moan,slut." she said.

and that's what you did,you obeyed her yet again. as you felt the knot in your lower abdomen snap,your legs shook slightly and your teary eyes rolled back. you let out a gasp,then a raspy moan,which was followed by a loud moaning out of lydia's name.

she loved it. she had a smirk on her handsome face,as she looked down at you and the way your body reacted to her movements.

After all,lydia is the only one for you,no?

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Hope you like it,Anon,first time writting a smut fic! i'm open to take critisism and will try to get better.

[sapphicforsarahh]

MORE LOU MILLEE SMUT PLSSSSS DOM LOU SUB YN PLSS

word count: 1.1K

warnings: smut, top!lou x bottom!reader, dom!lou x sub!reader, lou miller x fem!reader, fingering (r receiving), oral (r receiving), praise

synopsis: Lou gets her eye on someone new at the bar

It had been a slow Wednesday night at the bar, like it usually was. Lou tried to keep her boredom low by cleaning and drying glasses, organising bottles and cleaning the bar. "Hey Nine, get yourself off early, its quiet tonight," she shouts to her co-worker in the back. Nine walks through and hands her apron to Lou, and notices the door opening. "I'll just serve this customer then I'll sign out," Nine says to Lou before approaching the bar.

Lou looks up to see who just walked in and she sees you. "Let me get this one Nine," Lou smirks. Nine nods and says her goodbyes. You had piqued her interest. Your feminine style, long hair and pretty face. She watches you walk to the bar and sit on a stool. "What can I get for you honey?" Lou puts on her sweetest voice and looks at you. "What do you recommend?", you look up for the first time and see who's serving you. A tall blonde wearing a deep red suit and a tie loosely hung around her neck, multiple layers of jewellery and bangs that were cut just above her blue eyes.

"Well, it depends if you like sweet or bitter drinks. Or strong?", Lou tries to find the perfect drink for you. Her gaze was too strong, you had to look somewhere else, your eyes fell to her perfectly shown cleavage and you blushed. "You okay sweetheart?", Lou's voice pulled you out of the your thoughts and her finger lifted your chin up to make you look at her. "I- uh, I like strong," you fumble out.

Lou chuckles and walks away to make you a drink. You try to compose yourself and take your jacket off, due to the quick increase in temperature. "Do you like martinis?", Lou questions. "I've never had one," you confess. "Perfect. You're about to have the best martini you'll ever drink. I'll even make it dirty," she smirks, her Australian accent being more prevalent than ever.

She begins shaking the cocktail and you watch attentively at her. With a final shake, she starts pouring the drink into the chilled glass and pours the olive juice in. "Here you go," Lou hands the glass over and watches you take the first sip. Your eyes close and you swallow the drink. "It's good," you nod. "I'm glad you like it," she smiles. After another sip, you reach for your purse and start getting money out of it. "How much is it?" You pull $10 out, and go to hand it to her. "It's on me pretty girl," she pushes your hand away.

"Do all girls drink for free in here?", you joke before watching her again. "Just the pretty ones," Lou smiles and sits down opposite you. The blush on your face worsened, thankfully the bar was dimly lit and she wouldn't be able to see it. "So what brings you here?" Lou questions. "Well," you look down and notice her name tag 'Lou', "Lou, I'm wanting to expand my horizons, if you get my meaning." She smirks, her name had never sounded so good. "Never been to a lesbian bar before?". "No never," you nervously reply.

"What's your name sweetheart?" Lou purrs. "It's Y/N," you take another sip. "Well Y/N, what are you looking for? A woman to go out on a date with or a one night stand? Because tonight, its quite bare in here," she chuckles. "There is one woman who's caught my eye," you start hinting.

The two of you keep talking until Lou checks her watch, 9:43pm. Everyone else in the club had left by now, it was just the two of you left. Lou's hand had made it to your thigh and your hand rested on her shoulder. "What do you say we take this somewhere more private?" Lou suggests. "There's no one here," you smirk. "Look who's bold," Lou smirks before kissing you and picking you up and placing you on the table behind. Both of you become more desperate as time goes on, Lou pinning your hips to the table whilst you claw at her back. "Please," you plead, wanting her to hurry up. "Begging already? We've only just started darling," she chuckles at your desperation and moves her lips down to your neck. You moan at her dominant words and try to be patient and let her do what she wants to you.

Lou begins kneeling in front of you, wrapping her hands around your calves and kneading them slightly. "What is it that you want?", she teases, knowing exactly what you want. You writhe under her touch, and you groan, not wanting to confess what you want. "Stop, squirming. Tell me what you want," she commands and starts pulling down your skirt. "You, fuck me Lou!", you moan out. "Was that so hard?" she teases and pulls your tights down, staring at your underwear. Her fingers rub the wet patch and she quickly pulls them down. "Fuck baby, you're so wet. All this for me?" she breathed onto your thigh.

At this point, you couldn't speak, all you could focus on was this older woman between your legs. "Spread your legs," she ordered and looked up at you. She couldn't get enough of you. The sight of your eyes shut and brows furrowed had her desperate to please you. As you opened your legs, she saw for the first time truly how soaked you were. Lou couldn't wait any longer, her mouth immediately attacked you, her lips sloppily making out with your glistening pussy. The sounds you were making urged her to keep going.

"I'm going to cum," you breathlessly moaned. "Don't you dare cum until I tell you to," Lou takes her mouth off you and inserts two fingers instead. "Shit!" You groan out and shut your legs. Lou prise your legs open and keeps fingering you. "How close are you," she rasps. "S-so close," you moan. Her fingers keep moving inside you at an insane pace. "Do you want to cum?", she teases. "Yes! Lou, let me cum," you chant. "Beg me for it," she once again rasps out.

You groan at her stubbornness, "please, please let me cum for you Lou, I need to cum so bad". Her fingers still rapidly moving in and out of you. Her free hand kneads your thigh, whilst her lips are attached to your ear. "Cum, now," she demands into your ear.

Your legs shake and snap shut as you cum all over her fingers, her thrusting continuing. "That's it, you did so good," she praises before carefully removing her fingers and licking them clean.

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Can you please make a incorrect quotes of Y/N becoming fiercely protective towards Hela after seeing flashback of her childhood while Odin is visiting earth ????

https://youtu.be/gZudBsB7hsI?si=WHiL48G0ThCLh38B

Talking about this flashback

Y/N approaches Hela…

Y/N: my queen I have something for you

Y/N holds up a little wolf pup…

Hela: oh my-!!

The puppy continues to lick Hela, tail wagging happily…

Y/N: she’ll make a wonderful floofy baby

Hela: father never let me have one

Y/N: I’ll let you have all the fluffy babies you want

Hela: (cries) thank you my love

[po11yannaswife]

𝑃ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝ℎ 𝑀𝑒 ˖⋆࿐໋⠀

𖹭𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑙 𝐴𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟𖹭

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠; 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦, 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡.

𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋. The sound of the radio rang in your ears, staring out through the window as snow poured down onto the ground, growing silently. The only light was the sun barely peeking through the windows, and the soft dim glow of the lamps that were scattered throughout the room.

Biting your lip, you knew you two couldn’t get to travelling today. It was too dangerous, with how icy the roads were, and how with the snow, you couldn’t even see a few miles ahead. 

“Darling?” Carol’s voice echoed from behind you, her blonde hair in it’s usual somehow always perfect state, red lipstick painted over her lips, and one of the many outfits that you could only dream of affording. You smiled softly at her with your eyebrows raised. “I’m hoping you aren’t thinking we’re driving today, because if so, I have some bad news.”

Shaking your head, you wrapped your hands around your warm mug tighter, “Do you take me for clueless?”

Carol had faintly grinned, stepping closer towards you. Her hand had placed itself on the small of your back, taking the cup of coffee from your hand and taking a sip as you stared at her, watching as she winced. “Too sweet for me.”

“That’s because I made it to my taste,” You gently took the mug from her hands, now her gaze on you, watching as you sipped opposite to where her lipstick had been printed on the ridge of the mug. “Your coffee is on the nightstand, plain black.” 

Carol raised her eyebrows, turning to see the mug, humming. Her hand landed on your shoulder, her red nails squeezing the skin and her lips pressing onto your cheek. “An angel you are.”

You hummed, leaning into the light peck she had given you before letting go, getting her coffee. “Do you know when the snow is supposed to stop?”

“They said late tonight,” You answered, eyes still fixed out the window, “We’d have to wait until the roads clear, so I’m thinking we most likely won’t even be able to leave until tomorrow afternoon, or even night.”

“..Why don’t we make the best of it, darling?”

Her words caught your attention immediately, causing you to turn around. “I’m intrigued.” Carol grinned in response, picking up the camera she had newly gifted you from the luggage.

“Maybe you can take some photographs of us outside, you know, get some practice..put the camera to good use.” The older woman suggested, her red nails lightly scratching the textured metal. She raised the camera up to you, smiling as she clicked the button to take a photo of you. “Perfect.”

“That one definitely was not.” You spoke gently to her, taking the camera from her hands and looking at it. “Get your extravagant coat on, let’s have a little fun.”

She immediately complied, turning around swiftly and taking her coat off the hanger. You got your own on, following Carol out the door.

A not-so-delightful shudder ran down your spine as you stepped outside, the cold harsh and the wind strong. Carol, being in her fur coat, wasn’t as affected as you, taking a step further into the snow with a faint smile on her lips. She faced your way to look at you, “Come on, you agreed, darling.”

Taking a deep breath, you forced yourself to step closer to Carol, raising the camera lens to your eye, your heart at least warming as you clicked the camera, watching in admiration as Carol spun around in the snow. The snowflakes surrounding her made her look like some sort of princess. She gazed right into the camera now, her icy eyes captured with a click, bringing the camera down from your face after probably getting a dozen photos. You took a minute to admire her, snowflakes in her golden hair, a faint blush on her cheeks from the chilling air, and her eyes, directly on you, the luckiest girl in the world.

“Staring is considered rude in most places, you know.” She teased, prying the camera from your hands. “Your turn, sweetheart, before you freeze.” She glanced around her, murmuring,  “And before the other guests think we’re insane.”

Carol laughed pitifully as she watched you smile awkwardly, like a child standing for a picture on the first day of school. You were too cold, your arms wrapped around yourself and your face scrunched. “I’m freezing, Carol!”

Carol clicked the camera as you stared at her, waiting for her to end your suffering as you stood in the snow, your breath coming out in visible huffs. “Give me a little twirl, now.” She ordered softly, using her pointer finger to mimic the action.

Complying, you twirled yourself in the snow, hearing the snow crunch beneath your shoes, and hearing the faint clicking of the camera. You began to step towards her after twirling once. “Alright, I think we-”

You presumed the universe didn’t want the photoshoot to end, as you tripped over the snow and the ice below it, falling back into the snow with a yelp and a plop into it. Carol had to attempt to stifle her laugh, her hand slapping against her mouth. “Oh!”

 “I swear to god!”

Carol stepped over to you quickly, camera still in hand. “Are you alright?” Her voice was deep, but you could tell she was trying her best not to smile or laugh at the event. You couldn’t lie, a giggle slipped from your lips. She didn’t hesitate to lift the camera up once she saw you were okay, snapping a picture of you, laying in the snow pathetically with a grim expression. “Come on, sweet thing.”

As her hand reached out, you could hear another click, your eyes rolling. “I’m not in my best state right now, these pictures are going to come out horrible.” She pulled you up, wrapping her hand around your shoulders and held you close. “That had to have been utterly unattractive, falling on my arse in the snow.”

Carol gave herself the permission to laugh now, opening the door to your room while pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Oh, shush, you.”

You sighed happily at the warmer space, putting your wet coat on a hanger and hoping it’d dry up by the next morning. Nonetheless, you were still soaked, sighing deeply in frustration at the feeling of the damp clothes on your body. “I’m going to-” Carol cut you off when she heard your tone, coming from behind.

“None of that,” She cooed, her body facing you now as she took charge of getting you put together again. Her fingers slowly unbuttoned the buttons to your blouse, the tips of her fingers grazing the exposed skin as she got lower and lower. “You get frustrated so easily, sweetheart.”

Only being able to hum, your breathing quickened on it’s own as she unbuttoned the last one, and her eyes skimmed your torso, taking her time to land right back on your eyes. You could see her hesitation as her nimble fingers traced back up your stomach, running over the lace of your bra, and up to your shoulders, hesitating to push off the fabric covering your torso.

Your shaky hands reached up to hers, gently guiding the blouse off your shoulders with her hands, giving her silent permission with a glint of desire in your eyes, matching hers.

“Beautiful,” The older woman mumbled before tracing her cold hands up your neck, and to your cheeks, holding your face as she pressed her lips to yours, gently kissing you as she lead you to the bed behind you both, your knees buckling as the bed came into contact with the backs of your legs. Carol had pushed you further onto the bed so your head was propped onto the pillows as she hovered herself over you, reattaching her lips to your own. The kiss was more passionate now, her tongue swiping your bottom lip for permission. You parted your lips immediately, your hand resting on her cheek as your breathing sped up, feeling her hand begin to unzip your skirt.

Carol’s hand slipped under your body, pushing your body up slightly so she could slip the skirt off effortlessly. She could’ve asked you to simply lift your hips, but to stop kissing you was a harder task, at the moment. You were addictive, a drug to her that was worth the risk of being caught. The way you breathed heavily against her and your hands roamed her hair and face, the way her name fell softly from your swollen lips, like a gentle prayer.

She began to kiss your jawline softly before trailing down to your neck, leaving hot opened mouth kisses as her red nails scraped softly against the skin, eliciting a soft gasp from you. Her hand moved lower, and lower down your body, smirking slightly as she felt your legs part more so for her touch. 

The woman retreated slightly to move her blonde hair out of the way, gazing at you adoringly as her fingers traced over the lace of your underwear, watching you as she began to gently slide the fabric down your legs, her other hand still roaming your body, mostly your cheeks and collarbones.

No words needed to be exchanged as she heard you whimper softly for her touch, and Carol was not one to reject your silent pleads. Her fingertips finally touched your bundle of nerves, moving further down to collect your wetness and moving back up, circling around it once more. 

Carol saw as your eyes went half lidded and your breathing quickened, a soft moan eliciting from you. You closed your eyes, pulling her head forward to you and she didn’t hesitate to continue her soft kisses to your skin, her teeth grazing certain spots that made you gasp for her.

“Oh, Carol..” She sighed heavily against your skin in response, quickening her circles around your clit. Her mouth lightly latched around your tit and your back arched as you grasped tightly onto the pillow behind your head.

Carol cooed your soft moans, hoping no other guests would hear them, no matter how sweet and heavenly they were to her ears. She kissed your lips, “I know it feels good, sweetheart,” She kissed the corner of your mouth, her circles tighter now, and a burning sensation collecting between your thighs. You couldn’t help the slip of a more so high pitched moan escaping, which landed to Carol’s hand gently placing itself over your mouth, “Shh, I know, darling, I know. You’re doing so good.” Her eyes watched as your own gazed back at her, hazed with need and desperation for her. She was all that you had wanted, needed. You couldn’t help but always feel a flutter in your chest when you gazed at her, she was so…words couldn’t explain how beautiful Carol was. Especially when she was on top of you, whispering delicate words of praises that made you melt. “That’s a good girl, just keep looking at me.” Her hand tightened ever so slightly over your mouth, her voice low and gravelly.

When you began to flutter your eyes shut when your legs shook, Carol tutted, “No, no,” She slowed down her movements, “Look at me, please. Keep those pretty eyes open for me.”

You complied, opening your eyes up again, in which she quickened her movements once more. She felt as you whined against her hand, your breathing ultimately ragged and your hips starting to move against her hand. You threaded your fingers through her soft hair, your head tilting at her look. 

She leaned down to rest her head against yours, and your sounds became more frequent as you were on the edge of finishing for her. She moved her lips to your ear, gently nipping on the skin before whispering ever so seductively, “Let go for me, angel.”

As if your body listened to her every word, your back arched into her as your release washed over you. Her hand let go of your mouth and instantly replaced it with her own, kissing you passionately through your high. Your fingers tightened around her hair as she fell onto her side, swallowing every whimper and moan that came from you.

Carol’s hand grazed back up your body, retreating from your lips just for a moment, putting her fingers delicately against your lips, almost like an offering that you didn’t have to take. Yet, you did, with hazy eyes and a lazy movement, your mouth wrapped around her slender fingers, sucking your mess off of them while she looked at you, with such adoration and need, your heart panged. You licked one last stripe in between the two fingers, and she gently pulled the digits out of your mouth.

She slowly tucked a hair behind your ear, taking note of your flushed cheeks and trembling figure. “My angel.”

“All yours.” You breathed lightly, nuzzling into her hand as she stroked your cheekbone with her thumb. Carol gave a small smile, her red lipstick had almost stayed on perfectly, which had slightly shocked you, even though it was printed all over your neck. 

Pressing a long kiss to your lips, Carol brought the blanket around your figure, protecting you from any cold that was to hit you in a few moments. 

Carol paused and looked at the camera that was set on the dresser, looking back at you with a slightly mischievous look in her icy eyes. You knew what she was referring to almost instantly, biting your lip and gently nodding when she raised an eyebrow. “Photograph me.”

She elegantly stepped up from the bed, pulling the camera into her hands and getting the camera ready. She raised the camera up to her eye, smirking as you gazed right into the lens. Your were supporting yourself with your elbows, your hair messy and her lipstick all over your neck, your almost bare chest visible. All she knew was that, when the picture was processed, she was keeping it for herself. 

Carol put the camera back down on the nightstand, wrapping her arms back around you. And shutting her eyes for a few moments.

Lost in thought, you could feel an odd pit in your stomach, almost a dread or a paranoia that caused an unbearable and incurable nausea. You watched as Carol laid back next to you, studying her blue eyes and perfect features. Was this really all worth it?

One look at Carol Aird was all you needed to know.

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PLEEEEAAAASSSSSEE

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♡ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

WARNING! Most of the following contain SMUT and/or have a DARK theme.

➥ This masterlist contains all my works, I hope you enjoy!

Dark: ᵈ Angst: ᵃ Fluff: ᶠ Smut: ˢ

LISA ANN WALTER

Melissa Schemmenti

It's a craving not a crush ˢ

Summary: you caught melissa's interest ever since you started at abbott six months ago. but, you being you, you were blind to her attempts at flirting with you because you thought she was just being well, melissa. however, when ava suggested that you should all have a get together on the last Friday before Christmas, you noticed. and oh, how much you loved it.

In the staffroom ˢ

Summary: melissa get’s jealous that the new teacher at abbott is flirting with you. she makes sure that you know who you belong to.

Chessy

...

JENNIFER ANISTON

When we're alone ᶠ

Summary: you come home from work to find your girlfriend cooking for you and you can't help but cherish these moments.

Rachel Green

Mismatched shoes ˢ

Summary: rachel can't find an outfit to wear to a party tonight, leading her to become frustrated and anxious about her appearance. she rummages through her closet, trying on multiple options before finally settling on a simple black dress. however, none of her shoes match the dress, causing her to feel even more stressed. you find a way to calm her down, causing you both to not go to the party after all.

HELEN MCCRORY

Narcissa Malfoy

Please ˢ

Summary: you give narcissa exactly what she has been needing for years.

O children ᶠ

Summary: for the holidays, you are staying with the malfoys. because of the time you've spent together, you and narcissa have grown closer. narcissa is concerned about draco and the possibility that he will not return in time for christmas, so you try to cheer her up. 

Polly Gray

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CHRISTINA RICCI

Marilyn Thornhill

Secret gardens in my mind ᶠ

Summary: ...

CATE BLANCHETT

Lady Tremaine

Pink and blue masquerade ᶠ

Summary: you spot a particular redhead at the ball where you are supposed to find a suitor. however, that doesn't stop you. it will never stop you.

Carol Aird

Dearest ˢ

Summary: ...

Lou Miller

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[anbadann]

This is only part 1 y’all.

The amount of pics of.. them, in my photo gallery is concerning.

[horrificshit]

Limits.

Dom!Lou miller x Sub!Reader

Warning(s): Smut, dumbification, strap on?, daddy kink, age gap

A/N: I decided to write this in a first person point-of-view. Why? Don’t ask me.

Words: 1.8k

Ding!

The sound of my phone going off. Curiosity peaks, I pick up my phone, revealing who messaged me:

Incoming message from Lou💕:

Lou💕: “Hey baby, I’m out doing some errands, can you be dressed by the time I’m home?”

Oh? Why does she want me dressed? Maybe we’re going somewhere fancy? Surely not.. Surprisingly, going to places which require dressing up for are a rare occurrence.

I shoot a text back, giving a response to Lou’s message.

You: “Okay! Should I dress fancy?”

Lou💕: “Yes, you’ll see why once I’m home 😉”

I get up from my once cave-like spot in the king size bed, giving up the warmth of the bedsheets. The room is quite cold due to the crispness of the winter weather in late January.

Speed walking to the closet, I sift through a number of dresses; all of different colors, lengths, patterns, and materials.

a long sleeve dress was obviously the ethical choice given the weather, but a short, skintight dress seemed more ethical in my opinion. Who cares about being cold when id feel like the sexiest girl in the room?

My eyes land on a white satin dress. I don’t think I’ve ever worn this one. Where did I get it again? Maybe from high school prom.

Bleh. Prom. I always hated prom. And evidently, I only went that one time. Brian Richards, the boy I went with, he ended up being a huge duche.

Whatever.

I slip on the dress, and— oh my god. I could literally fuck myself. The dress, it hugs all my curves in all the right places. My collar bones stick out and I find that extremely sexy, and hopefully Lou will think the same.

Shoes.

Grab a pair of white heels. Not to tall, not too short.

My jewelry is dainty. a gold necklace with a small heart. So small in-fact, you can hardly see it. Large gold pearl earrings accompany the necklace.

I trot over to my vanity, gathering a few products: primer, concealer, blush, highlighter, mascara, and lipgloss. Simple, yet bold.

My hair lies in a simple half-up-half-down with, of course, a white bow in the back.

And, just as I get finished, I hear that familiar ding of my phone, notifying me that Lou must be here for me. I check my phone, and to my expectation, I see an incoming message from the older woman.

Incoming message from Lou💕:

Lou💕: “I’m here. Take your time, the reservation isn’t until 6:30.”

Smiling, I put my phone down and take a look in the mirror. Hopefully she likes it as much as I do.

I grab my small brown purse and take yet another look in the mirror, giving one last check before going out the door to greet my girlfriend.

Overall outfit:

I walk toward Lou’s sports car, the cold nipping me in the butt. Literally and figuratively. I sort of regret wearing a sleeveless dress, but whatever, I look amazing.

Lou unlocks the car door, and I enter the vehicle. She looks like she’d seen a ghost from how she was looking at me. Did I look that good?

Her eyes rake up my entire body, stopping at my lips. I smile, flattered and proud of myself that I indeed, do look that good.

“Where are we going?” I inquire, still having not been told why I had to get all dolled up. “Somewhere fancy.” Chuckles Lou, already having naughty thoughts.

She takes the initiative to reach her hand over and grasp onto my thigh. I squeak, not being prepared for her to touch me, but relax a few seconds later.

Some time goes by and I decide to take in what Lou herself is wearing:

She wears a black turtleneck top, a black leather jacket atop. Black skinny jeans, the type that hug her curves, or in reality, her ass, in the most perfect way.

In correlation with the rest of her outfit, she wears black heeled boots. And of course, in typical Lou fashion, her plethora of necklaces lay on top of her chest.

The car stops, and the older woman squeezes my thigh, silently letting me know she’s going to let go, and that we’ve arrived at the final destination.

“We’re here,” Lou says with a smirk. I look up and see a restaurant with a name I cannot even pronounce. At least without stuttering that is. The restaurant looked exclusive; like we weren’t allowed in. But, according to my girlfriend, we are.

We both get out of the car, and I immediately am reminded of how cold it is outside. Lou takes notice of my shivering, and ushers me inside of the restaurant.

The girl in the front greets Lou and I. “Hello, welcome to Novitá, do you have a reservation?”

Lou grabs her phone, pulling up a digital receipt. I didn’t even know that was a thing, but the world changes everyday, I suppose.

“Here,” Lou shows the girl the receipt, looking back at me with a smile.

“If it doesn’t work, my reservation should be under the name Lou Miller.”

She types in her name and smiles back, grabbing two menus. “This way,” we’re leaded to our table, which Lou previously reserved days before.

We both order our drinks, champagne for myself, whilst Lou opts for an ‘old fashioned’, or in other words, whiskey, sugar, and water.

She obviously has a stronger tolerance to alcohol than I do, because I could never handle the extreme burn of whiskey going down my throat. Other things maybe, but definitely not that.

The drinks arrive, and the girl from before, who, upon reading her name tag, appears to be Arabella.

She takes our orders, and apologizes for any delays, the restaurant appears to be quite busy. I look around and take note of the ‘noble looking’ people surrounding the table we’re sat at. We don’t look nearly as rich as them.

“Y/N? What do you want to order?” I’m snapped out of my trance by Lou and brought back into reality. I look at her, and back down at the menu that rests in my hands. ‘Gnocchi di Patate’. That sounds delicious. But wait, $34.99?? How is she getting all of this money?

I open my mouth after some time and tell the waitress what I want. She writes it down, and tells us it may be a while, and to enjoy our drinks.

“So,” Lou starts. She rubs her foot up my leg, making me squirm slightly at the feeling. “I thought you deserved a treat for being such a good girl.”

I look into her eyes. Completely blown out. I can’t help but the small smirk on my face, knowing all to well how this will end: with me bent over,screaming her name, her hand muffling the noise.

“Are you not gonna say anything? Daddy paid a lot of money for this, I think I deserve to at least hear your voice.” I look down, not being able to carry out the eye contact. She continues to rub my leg underneath the table. Good thing there’s a satin mat, covering the whole length of the table, down to the floor.

“I-“ words weren’t an option at this point. My mind is far too small at the moment to even comprehend anything else but the husky voice of the older woman across from me.

“What? Cats got your tongue?,” She starts, staring at me like she’s the predator and I’m her delicious little prey.

“,or are you just too dumb to use your words?” Continues Lou, sending me into a serene headspace. My mind is completely blank, besides the vision of the woman across from me.

TIME SKIP

We finish up with our food, no words being exchanged between Lou and I. Just her speaking to me. Telling me that she thinks I’m beautiful, though some ways more appropriate than others.

The check arrives and she pulls out her platinum card, swiping it. I can’t help but feel bad that she spent that much on me, between the cost of my drink, and the food.

“You ready?” She inquired.

“Mhm.”

I appear to be shy, but in reality, I’m extremely horny. She’s been teasing me all night, and I just know that there’s more in store. If not at home, she’s likely to get impatient and do her business in the car.

Buckling into the car seat, she revs up the engine. I look up at her, smiling innocently with my signature doe eyes. Unlike my own, her eyes are completely blown out. She’s more that ready to pounce when given the chance. Pounce being her having her way with me; not that I’d have a problem with that.

Lou’s hand once again finds its spot on my thigh, where it remains for the duration of the car ride, occasionally feeling a squeeze every now and then.

“I really don’t like how quiet you’re being,” Lou confronts, the once silent car ride no longer.

“What’s wrong?”

Silence.

I just can’t get any words out. Even if I were to try, the only thing that’ll come out is a string of whimpers and sounds. Words just aren’t an option at this moment.

Then, the whirring of the car’s engine stops, Her key taken out of the fob. Lou turns to me, hands still on my body.

“Baby. Did I do something? Daddy would feel terrible if she hurt her baby.” Her hands wander up my legs, stopping at the end of my dress.

Soft hands caress my calf, smiling as she knows what she’s doing.

“Lou.. not in the car…” I say in an extremely small voice, the headspace Lou has created for me completely taking over my mind.

“Fine,” she opens the car door, walking to my side, opening the door for me. “Inside. I want you on the bed, stripped.” The older woman said in her husky voice.

Once we made it up to her apartment, she unlocked the door, and I made a b-line to the bedroom.

Taking one last look in the mirror, I slip off my dress and take off my shoes, revealing a matching white lingerie set:

Climbing on top of Lou’s bed, I wait patiently for her return.

“I guess you are a good girl then,” Lou says, the door slowly creeping open. “, and I see you’re wearing my present.”

Lou bought me this set a while back to celebrate her and Debbie’s successful heist. I’ve never been a huge fan of her job, but she enjoys it, so I can’t see a problem with that.

Slow steps, excruciatingly slow, inch their way toward me. “Nothing to say, huh?” Now crawling on top of me, I can’t help but let out a small whine.

Lou chuckles at my pathetic sound, enjoying the power she has against me and my body.

“You know,” The older woman starts, huskily. “I wish I could get you to tell me what’s up.”I want to speak; say something, anything, but I know the only thing that would come out is my silent pleas, and a string of cries.

She scoffs at my silence. My eyes are burning from the tears that threaten to fall, my mind and body so sexually frustrated. “I suppose we’re going to have to do this the hard way.”

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Hello, can u please write Lydia Tar smut? I love the way u write, even if english is not your first language.

teacher's pet

lydia tar x fem!younger!reader (semi-SMUT)

summary: What will a student be willing to do for her teacher's approval?

PART 1

word count: TO BE ADDED

guide:

this font is lydia's words as thoughts in Y/N's head

this font is Y/N's thoughts

this font is just the dialogues!

"you are the worst";

"you will never get better";

"why do you even try? you are worthless";

"that's all you can do?"

this is what you have been hearing from lydia every lesson,every practice. you can't take it anymore. you are desperate for her validation.

she is your teacher,your conductor. she is the lydia tar. How could you dissapoint her so much?

"you are such a dissapointment."

you want her to praise you. you want to be the best,you hate seeing her praise other students who do better than you. you want to be as good as them,no,you want to be BETTER than them

"good girl"

you want her to call YOU a good girl. you want her to aknowledge your hard work..

19:37

the lesson had just ended,every student had left. You and her are alone in the hall.

she is fixing her hair which is up in a messy,loose ponytail. her shirt is slightly unbuttoned,tucked into her pants which where slightly baggy but still showed how small her waist was.

"what do you want now,y/n?" she asks with her raspy voice,perhaps from smoking so much,she looked at you with her pale blue eyes.

you couldn't talk,your throat went dry from anxiety. "Will she get mad? what if she will hate me even more now..?" you heard your thoughts.

"speak up." you heard her say.

you got closer to her,fidgeting with the end of your shirt. you took a deep breath,heart beating fast. "Why am i so nervous..?"

"I .." you bit your lip again. "i.. wanted to apologize for the .. the dissapointment that i've caused you." your voice broke. "i never wanted to be like this,i've been trying hard to please you and be the student you're proud of,miss Tar." your eyes were filling up with moist,she could see this and it made her chapped lips merge into a faint smirk.

"i will do everything to stay as your student,i will show you how .. how serious i take music,really,i will! i will do every-" you froze when you saw her get up and tower over you..she quite a tall woman,masculine appearance,no make up,her wrinlkles around her eyes make them even more alluring.

"Alright,alright .. i hear you." she looked down at you,pulling a strand of your hair behind your ear. "if you really want to show me how dedicated you are to music,how much you truly desire to be apart of my orchestra,how much you are willing to do to be my good little girl .. then i will let you."

her cold smirk got slightly more visible.

"i will see you at my apartment tonight,at 10PM. be on time and do not dissapoint me even more,got it?"

you couldn't say anything as your moist eyes dried up from shock and suddeness of this situation.

"my good little girl" is what echoed in your head. her good little girl..?

You will do everything for it,won't you?

all you could do is nod a little,while feeling her strong hands on your shoulders.

"i will do everything she desires. i will show you that i'm worth it." you thought,as your eyes filled up with determination.

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21:57

you got to her apartment and saw all its glory: very big,luxurious,lydia's photos and awards were on display. her office door was open and you could see her desk,a piano,some other instruments you couldnt really make out because the lights were off in the room.

you got called to her living room.

your heart was beating faster than before,you were determined to not dissapoint her. not anymore.

for about 30 minutes you two were talking,and while doing so you could feel her glance full of lust on yourself.

at the end,lydia put her hand on your thigh. Her eyes were eerily cold,like that one of a psychopath,you could see her slight smirk that was making you feel quite uncomfortable and worried.

"You said you would do everything for me to keep you in my team,no?" she said with her raspy voice. "i want you to prove it."

she pulled her hands from your thigh to your waist,pulling you down on her lap. her hand slid down under your dress,as she felt your cold yet soft skin.

her face got closer to your neck,her nose faintly touching it. her warm breath was one of the many things you could feel at that moment. then,you felt her chapped lips making a contact with your neck,kissing it.

your breath hatched as you felt her lips. your eyes widened a little,looking down at the floor while your hands were pressing into the back of the couch to keep yourself steady. your heart is beating incredibly fast,you're scared .. nervous .. excited.

Yes,this is what you had dreamt of.. every lesson when you got to sit close to this incredible,yet creepy woman,you felt her masculine perfume .. you had seen her veiny hands that you wished were wrapped around your neck,which,in fact,is happening right now.

her cold and rough left hand is on your neck as she bites down on it. she smirks again,feeling the fast pulse of her student's.

you couldn't remember anything after that,but you were already on her soft,luxurious king sized bed with lydia in front of you,laying right at your legs and holding them open .. her chapped lips are kissing your left inner thigh,her blue eyes piercing into you ..

her teeth teasingly bit into your plush thigh,then pulling back and sitting up. her hands pulled you closer to her and she looked down at your most vulnerable parts covered by thin fabric. she smirked again,satisfied with what was happening.

The older woman's overly veiny hands grabbed your panties,slowly pulling them down to reveal your most vulnerable part. her twisted smirk widened as she licked her lips a little and looked into your eyes.

"Can't wait for it,hm?" she said with a dark chuckle.

she was right,you couldn't wait for it. You wanted to be her favourite,you wanted her to praise you,to aknowledge your hard work and for her to finally fuck you.

"Show me what you are willing to do,Y/N."

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Part 1 is here <3

this little fic will have 2 parts and the 2nd one will be the smut. i promise,i'll post it soon! i'm sorry for being so inactive,i didn't feel like writting at all.

hope you liked it. Stay hydrated,eat well,take care of yourselves and i hope you all have a great day/night !!

[sapphicforsarahh]

best hands i’ve ever seen pt.3

word count: 2.5k

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

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

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

part 1, part 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Easy Living

Carol Aird x Femme Reader

Content warning: Smut

Carol rises gracefully from the carpeted floor, hips swaying as she approaches the gramophone. The dulcet sound of Billie Holiday's ‘Easy Living’ caressing your ears as her slender fingers place the needle delicately onto the record. While you imagine caressing Carol.

You know it’s wrong, know that it could cost Carol everything, but you can’t seem to stay away from her – and her you. As far as Harge knew, you’d gone your separate ways months ago, when Carol assured him so; and the joint custody of Rindy had remained steadfast. You’d never expected Harge to be a man of his word.

Carol turns and smirks at you, her neat curls bouncing.

“Do you remember the first time we danced to this?” Her voice is sonorous, teasing, as her hands clasp your waist and pulls your body flush against hers. You feel your cheeks warm as you feel every soft curve, every angle of her.

“How could I forget?” Your voice comes out a whisper as her hands travel lower, as she begins to sway you in time to the music.

She kisses you then, lips velvety soft and full against yours, and your head spins, fogs with only thoughts of Carol – how she tastes, how she feels, her warmth, her scent, sweet and spicy all at once. Carol has that effect – complete euphoria, invading all of your senses in the best ways possible. She consumes you, burns you up, until it feels like only the two of you are left on the entire planet, until you forget the existence of everyone else.

Carol’s kisses become more desperate, her teeth nipping at your lip, her chest heaving with want as her hands paw at your ass, red nails digging into soft flesh – kneading there as you deepen the kiss, tongue meeting tongue.

All of a sudden, Carol pulls away, and her blue eyes are hardly blue at all – pupils dilated, dark with lust and longing. She bites her lip and nimbly kneels before you. Her hands glide up your thighs, squeezing firmly and she pushes you gently to lean against the wingback chair, conveniently behind you.

“Y/N...” Your name leaves her lips as a breathy sigh, and you shiver, brushing her hair from her forehead as she begins bunching up your figure-hugging dress you’d deliberately worn around your hips.

“Yes, Carol?” You part your legs.

“I want to taste you. Now.” The blonde nips at your inner thigh and you gasp, letting out a breathy laugh. She grins up at you as you snap the waistband of your lace underwear against your hip, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Then what are you waiting for? Bon appetit.”

Carol chuckles as she tugs the garment down your legs, flinging them to one side. You feel her warm breath between your legs as her eyes gaze upward to meet your own.

“Don’t make me regret taking you to Paris. Cheeky.”

Then her tongue flicks out over your clit, quickly at first, followed by a long, firm stroke. Your breath catches in your throat, head falling back as you fist a hand in her blonde curls. She laughs deeply against you, relishes watching you come apart so easily for her.

“My good girl.” She murmurs against you, then resumes the rapid movements of her tongue. You can feel the warmth flood between your thighs, and just as you tense, sparks dancing behind your eyelids, she slows, reverting to long, teasing strokes with the very tip of her tongue.

You whine in frustration, one hand clutching her hair, the other clawing at the chair behind you as your legs shake.

“Carol, please,” You breathe, voice tremoring in your throat.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” Her voice is soft, yet commanding, and you roll your head forwards on your shoulders to gaze down at her with clouded eyes – taking in the haze of her own, her mussed hair, her always perfectly red stained lips smudged. She smirks and winks at you. “Now keep looking. For as long as you can.”

You nod meekly, unable to think of anything but how desperately you need her to carry on, to grant you release – and so she does. Peering up at you, she resumes her ministrations ravenously, her lips closing around your clit and sucking, then flicking again, hard and fast, right on the sweet spot that makes you feel like your legs are going to collapse beneath you.

Your climax crashes through you like a tidal wave, bursts of pleasure jolting through you like lightning, and you moan and whimper loudly, hips bucking against Carol’s eager mouth. You maintain eye contact, and she hums, gripping your hips and anchoring you to the armchair as your legs threaten to give way at the vibrations.

As you come down, you let your eyes drift shut and she smirks up at you, pressing a single kiss to your still sensitive nub before licking her lips and rising to stand on her knees. Carol presses the side of her face to your stomach, and you cradle her head with trembling arms, fingers raking through her blonde tresses.

“I love you,” She murmurs, arms snaking around your waist.

You smile, taking her arms and tugging gently, gesturing for her to stand. She does, coming face to face with your hooded eyes; and as you gaze at her, taking in the soft crows feet at the corners of her eyes, the smile lines alongside her mouth, the pinkness of her cheeks, the sky blue of her eyes, she looks almost unsure – pale blue searching your face, but her smile never wavers.

“I love you too, Carol. And I have for a long time.”

Her whole face softens as you cup her cheek, and she kisses you, with no urgency this time. Soft and slow, with the faint hiss of the finished record still spinning in the background, Carol knows you have all the time in the world.

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Can you please make incorrect quotes for Y/N introducing to Thor and Loki his girlfriend who happens to be Hela and Y/N is also a wielder of Ten Rings Of Mandarin and he managed to actually turn her to good side?

Hela introduces Y/N to her brothers...

Thor: so you wield the Ten Rings?

Y/N: pretty cool right?

Hela: you, my love, are the truly worthy

Loki: of what?

Hela: my heart

Loki fakes gagging as Hela kisses Y/N...

The ten rings circle around the two lovers...