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so my mental + physical health is shit lately and i have lots of trouble focusing on stuff, so i can't write any replies. and i know i owe like 85928529 threads but i just can't get to them rn. i intend to do it at some point so pls be patient with me. i'm so sorry.
IT’S YOU, IT’S YOU, IT’S ALL FOR YOU . debbie & lou .
tagging @bikesandvodka , @velvetipped and @loumillcr bc heist wives are ruining my life™
i wanted to grab one of those free magazines when leaving the cinema, stole three without noticing because they were all stuck together, and they all have an ocean's 8 poster.
lou and debbie picking records to play and swaying with the music in a corner of the room while everyone else is on the couches celebrating they pulled the heist off: my aesthetic
is there someone here who likes marvel and has already seen ant man and the wasp?
I’m gonna riot this can’t be legal either.
👗 – adjusting their clothes
Normal Friday evening. Get dressed, get to work, spend the night making sure strangers get half the vodka they pay for. Honestly, it’s way more amusing than it sounds— the kind of shit you see in a place full of drunk people is enough to get someone through a whole evening and keep them entertained. From the small group of barely legal adults sobbing and ugly crying over whatever dude is not paying them attention to the drunk middle-aged man trying to hit on the stool he’s sitting on. It might not be the best job in the world, but it pays off, and it sure as hell isn’t boring. And that is enough for Lou.
Lou, who is now between the two first parts of the process. Already dressed, she’s standing in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water. Her helmet, her bag, her leather jacket, everything’s on the counter, waiting for Lou to grab it and leave. She’s about to do it, the empty glass is left in the sink, and just as she’s reaching out for her stuff… something happens.
It’s just a small tug at the fabric of her shirt, but given that Lou has not heard anyone approaching her, the gesture is enough to make her turn around at once, with a very confused look making an appearance on her face when she notices the woman behind her.
“What the f— Rose?”
💫 / from caroline?!
Caroline pulls her hair and Lou’s head tilts back, her neck exposed, and a small growl of both delight and the feeling of being caught off guard leaving her lips. While she likes it rough, and there’s no doubt about that, Lou’s not entirely used to someone being with her like that, not when she’s the one to usually hold that hand. However, coming from Caroline she doesn’t dislike it as much as she thought she would... and it’s way more of a turn on for Lou than what she’d expected.
“Mm, are you going to bite me?”
The question comes naturally as an attempt to tease the other woman, even if there’s not much Lou can do from her current position to add to it. It’s what she would do, after all, if the tables were turned — latch her lips onto the side of the woman’s neck and make sure to leave her mark on it. But that’s her. Caroline is as much a mystery as she is unpredictable, which makes the whole thing... a little bit more interesting, so to speak.
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reverse jealous / possessive meme
“he / she wasn’t flirting with me, calm down.”
“they’re just a friend, i swear.”
“you’re being really irrational about all this.”
“you can’t tell me what to do.”
“you can’t tell me who i can and can’t hang out with.”
“there’s no reason for you to be jealous.”
“who cares if they were flirting with me? it doesn’t mean anything.”
“stop treating me like a piece of property.”
“i wasn’t flirting, i was being friendly.”
“i don’t belong to you.”
“calm down. i’m yours, nothing’s gonna change that.”
“are you seriously jealous right now?”
“why does it matter who i was with?”
“i only have eyes for you, you know that.”
“you have nothing to worry about.”
“you need to stop being so controlling.”
“you have no reason to be jealous!”
“why are you acting like this?”
@poisonoustouch‘s.
JERI LOOKS DOWN FOR A BIT WHEN Lou’s jacket is off. She is still too covered for her liking however, but soon she can’t focus on anything else but the mouth exploring her now naked breasts. One of her hands grabs Lou’s arm, while the other find it’s way on her back, clawing at the fabric she is still wearing. Jeri tries to get Lou closer. “ Oh yes! ” She exclaims when she feels the tugging on her nipple. She likes it rough with Lou, likes how she is always able to make it feel erotic instead of painful. Jeri feels wetness pooling in her panties, her need building up, but she keeps it slow. She let’s Lou lick, kiss and mark her breasts for minutes, until they are sore and swollen to the point it’s starting to hurt.
“ Now it’s your turn to get naked. ” She pulls back and unbuttons the shirt Lou was wearing underneath the jacket and takes it off of her. Jeri starts to kiss those addictive lips again while taking of her bra and presses her naked body against Lou, arms wrap around her while they kiss. Not too long though, because Jeri is on the move. She kisses from her lips to Lou’s jaw, to her neck, sucking and softly biting on it, she goes down further giving both of Lou’s breasts some attention.
This, however, isn’t far enough for her, so she moves off the couch, let’s herself glide off onto the floor in between Lou’s legs. Jeri kisses her stomach and stops at the edge of her pants, she looks at Lou with her blue eyes, a smirk on her face while she opens her pants and slides it down, “up, love.” She says while trying to get it over her pants. She takes Lou’s panties with her as the pants go down.
Jeri doesn’t take them off entirely, because it means that she has to take off those boots as well and she just wants to taste Lou. So, when she figures she has enough space to get her head in between those legs she stops undressing her, get’s comfortable between Lou’s legs and starts to kiss her on her thighs, then on her inner thighs, inching closer and closer to her sex. “ You smell so good, ” she says with her eyes closed for a moment, before opening them and looking up. “ Can I taste you Lou? ”
For a few seconds. Lou enjoys the pleasure of just looking at what she’s done to Jeri’s breasts, like she’s an artist admiring the canvas she’s been working on. Jeri’s going to be feeling that for a few days, and it was exactly Lou’s intention to give the lawyer something to remember her by, after all those months apart, so there’s yet another reason for her to be smug. And that smugness remains there while Lou lets Jeri get rid of her shirt, while she enjoys the lawyer’s lips on her jaw, on her neck, on her chest. The attorney’s eager, and there’s no reason not to give her what she wants. Eve more when what she wants is to please her.
Lou even stands up when asked to do so, because with Jeri on her knees, it’s easy to guess what will follow, and fuck, seeing the other woman in that position, almost desperately tugging down at her pants, is making her really wet. By the time she’s sitting down again Jeri’s already worshipping her thighs, a place she hasn’t occupied for months. And then comes the compliment, followed by the question.
Another moment goes by, a moment where Lou simply takes in the lust in Jeri’s eyes, the desire, the need. Once again, the eagerness. The smirk on the Aussie’s face grows as she leans back against the couch, and one of her hands comes to push through Jeri’s hair, slowly pushing it back, away from her forehead.
And eventually, Lou speaks.
“Go ahead.”
hey there user @unnwin started a trend of sending love to duplicates of your muse and you were the first blog i saw in the o8 fandom before i even made this blog so I wanted to send some positivity your way !! you're an amazing writer and i adore reading your posts! I hope you're having a great day! ♥
I’m not even gonna try to pretend reading this didn’t make me cry! You’re so nice, and this just made my entire week. Thank you so much, really. I haven’t had the chance to read much of yours because I’ve spent all afternoon working on replies but I definitely will! And if you ever want to write something, this is my only blog at the moment but I’m setting up a multimuse one, so maybe we can plot something there!Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you ♥
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“Oh, really?”
Cue Lou shooting Nine Ball a very interested look, taking the time to check her out at a slow pace. The hacker is by no mean unattractive, and while the proposal cames as a surprise, Lou doesn’t need time to think about the answer. It comes almost naturally out of her... or it will, after some teasing. whcih she can’t hold back either.
“Looking for some fun?”
💫 – pulling their hair / *shrug emoji*
“What the fuck?”
Lou’s reaction is quick, hand darting up to catch Debbie’s wrist right as the brunette is pulling it back, probably in an attempt to pretend to be innocent afterwards. Like that could save her after pulling Lou’s hair.
After a brief moment of just plain glaring at the other woman, Lou moves again, bringing her hand back so she can twist Debbie’s arm slightly, just a little bit. Just enough to make sure it hurts her a little, but not much. Retaliation, they say, and that’s exactly what Lou’s satisfied smile shows in that moment.
“Baby, do you want to try that again?”
🤝 – holding their hand
It’s one of those days. One of those days where the club feels a little bit too noisy and a little bit too loud, and little bit too crowded. There’s no reason for her to feel like that, apparently, so Lou just pushes through it like the stubborn, hard-headed woman she is, pushing those feelings to the back of her head and continuing to serve drinks, refill glasses, avoid conversations. It’s one of the things Lou does best, and she’s had her good share of practice, so it’s not even an effort. It comes naturally, no one notices.
The one person who might have noticed? Debbie. Debbie always manages to know when her mood is off, even through Lou’s calm façade, the one she always has up, the one Debbie never seems to notice. But Debbie’s home, in bed (hopefully), getting some rest, and Lou’s stuck at the club for at least three more hours. At least, after that it’s sleep and a whole new day, and that’s usually enough to make any weird moods go away.
She’s just placed a bottle of watered down vodka back on a shelf when it happens. A soft, gentle, careful hand wraps around hers, and Lou doesn’t need to turn around to know who’s the owner. She sighs, because Debbie is just as stubborn as she is and of course she’s not home, nor in bed, nor getting some rest. After clickng her tongue once, Lou lets her fingers wrap around Debbie’s in return and turns her head to look at her, eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
And she grins.
“Tell me a secret.” from Carol on poisonoustouch
A secret? Mm. This is going to be interesting.
Lou’s not the kind of person who accept to something like that for no reason, or for someone she doesn’t trust. Secrets are worth keeping, and she has enough of them to respect that. Under any other circumstances Lou would just ignore the question, either by finding a more interesting subject to talk about or by remaining silent until the conversation changes on its own, something that tends to happen pretty often. However, Carol is… something else, and even though there are very few secrets Lou would consider sharing out loud, she does find herself trying to come up with something to tell her that will fit the description.
Carol is every inch as mysterious as she is, and she seems to know the worth of keeping some things private, a feeling Lou can very well relate to. And that’s why it might be fun to play the game, at least for a little while, while it hurts no one and they can both have fun with it.
“A secret?” Lou finally replies, with a question of her own, her head tilting slightly to the side while her eyes narrow in amusement. “Okay. Lou? Not my real name.”
@poisonoustouch.
i aspire to send the 9 replies i owe and finish setting up my multimuse blog tonight but i already know i’m going to fail yay
