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“I—I don’t want to do this wrong,” Debbie admitted almost shyly. She ran her fingers over Lou’s things nervously, smiling a bit as she watched Lou’s hips roll in response at the gentle touch.
“Just feel it out,” Lou murmured with a gentle smile. She took Debbie’s hand in hers, guiding her hand between her legs. “You’ll know what feels right. What feels good to you? What would you want?”
“Teach me,” Debbie whispered.
“Oh god,” Debbie groaned, shielding her eyes with her hands. “Oh Fuck. I can’t. I can’t.”
“Oh come on,” Lou grinned. “This is one of my absolute favorites.”
“You’re a liar,” Debbie shrieked, throwing the comforter over her head. “Turn that shit off. I can’t stand seeing my face.”
“Then don’t watch,” Lou shrugged, turning up the volume on the television that had previously been at an imperceptible level as a failsafe for background noise to muffle the sounds the two of them had been making. Debbie couldn’t have named whatever television shows or movies had been playing during the night if her life had depended on it. The only thing she could remember was Lou. Every touch. Every kiss. Every moan. And the taste of her…
“Hey,” Lou chuckled, tickling at Debbie’s thigh. “Teasing you isn’t any fun if you’re not going to get all cute and whiny and try to get me to stop.”
“Sorry,” Debbie blushed, peeking out from the comforter. “I was just—“
“Having gay sex flashbacks?” Lou grinned, raising an eyebrow. “Get used to it, Ocean. It’s a common side effect of life-changing sex, I’m afraid. Especially with me.”
Debbie let out a soft chuckle, but Lou could see her let out a small wince as she glanced at the screen and caught a snippet of herself running through a forest in a tank top and skinny jeans.
Lou pursed her lips, watching her for a moment, before she powered off the television with the remote.
“Would you believe they wouldn’t let me wear a bra for that scene?” The brunette sighed.
“Well, that script wasn’t going to sell itself,” Lou smirked. “Had to give the audience something to pine over.”
“And I don’t even have to tell you about the chafing that comes from running around in sweaty denim. I mean, who would even dress that way trying to track down a criminal? I have no idea how you’re always walking around in that thick, hot leather.”
“Because it does this to you,” Lou whispered, her voice dropping slightly as she ran her fingers between Debbie’s legs, the brunette groaning at the touch as her stomach swooped. “See, America might get to see you running through the woods in a tank top and get a two second glimpse of that braless bounce, but me? Fuck. To think that I get to have you all to myself, in my bed, and make love to you until you see stars and can’t even remember your own name? Worth its weight in gold, Ocean.”
“You’re going to make love to me all day?” Debbie giggled, trying to hide her blush.
“Did you have other plans?” The blonde grinned. “Because I know I had several orgasms in mind and all of them require your participation.”
“Breakfast first?”
“Sure,” Lou nodded, tossing the comforter towards the end of the bed as she crawled between Debbie’s thighs, lowering her head. Her nose brushed against Debbie’s clit as the brunette giggled, trying to close her thighs together as Lou pushed her legs apart, biting at the inside of her thigh.
Please, could you write more of the actress au😫 I really got hooked on this amazing story!
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“Looks who’s getting bold,” Lou chuckled, her eyes looking up to lock with Debbie’s.
Debbie had been afraid of judgment, she realized. Or that Lou would seem too experienced or even condescending towards her. But she was practically beaming at Debbie. She was proud. In awe.
“If this wasn’t our first time together, I’d fuck you right against this wall,” Lou hissed, scooping Debbie up with ease, her hand still tucked away in the brunette’s underwear, teasing softly.
“Next time,” Debbie panted, wrapping her arms around Lou’s neck before bringing their lips together, Lou only pulling away with the promise of a whispered, “My thought exactly,” before leading them towards the bedroom, Debbie’s eager lips hunting for Lou’s again.
Lou walked Debbie back towards the bed, the brunette’s heels bumping into the frame before she fell back, Lou’s sure hands catching her before she could completely touch the comforter, deep blue and silky beneath her, leaving Debbie wondering whether Lou had ever realized that the blue of her bed shone like the deep blue of her eyes.
Lou was crawling towards her, arms still wrapped around her. Possessively. Her thigh and knee stopping between Debbie’s legs, pushing into her as Debbie groaned, trying to grind against the pressure, seeking more purchase.
“You’re so hot for me like this,” Lou hissed, leaning in to lick along Debbie’s neck, nipping at her bottom lip as Debbie groaned. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
Lou disappeared before Debbie could answer, her fingers rolling Debbie’s ruined panties down to her ankles before the blonde was back, head buried between her thighs, tongue darting out, lapping her up as Debbie squirmed, moaning and panting the blonde’s name as she worked her, humming against her, hands coming up to twist at her nipples and scratch at her sides.
“Fuck, Lou,” Debbie panted, her thighs starting to squeeze against Lou’s head as the pressure became too much. She was too sensitive. Too close. And Lou knew it.
There would be time for teasing and edging and being well, a bit evil, later, but now wasn’t the time. The blonde looked up between Debbie’s legs and Debbie wondered if she was going to fall over the edge from that look alone. Lou looking down at her, out of breath and dizzy, her juices dripping down the blonde’s chin, her eyes dark with lust.
“Can you come for me, baby?” Lou purred, her voice going deep. “Can you come all over my tongue?”
Debbie could only let out a garbled sentence in response, but nodded anyway, Lou disappearing once more, and it was barely a minute later that Debbie was shaking, her chest coming up off the bed as Lou caught her, watching her in awe as Debbie rode out her orgasm against Lou’s thigh, the blonde’s eyes twinkling as she wiped the taste of Debbie off the back of her hand.
Breathless, Debbie was crawling towards her, her lips hungry and greedy, trying to catch Lou’s own between hers as the blonde chuckled, accepting the kisses and feeling her own arousal stir as Debbie moaned at the taste of herself on the blonde’s lips.
“Let me taste you,” Debbie whispered, her fingers playing with Lou’s waistband, but the blonde shook her head.
“I’m not done with you yet, honey,” Lou smirked. “Didn’t think I’d let you get off that easy, did you?” She winked, pushing Debbie back once more, her fingers trailing through Debbie’s wetness as she groaned.
“Baby, please,” Debbie whispered. “Let me just—“
“Later,” Lou whispered, kissing her nose. “I promise. I’m not done playing with you yet.”
“I don’t know how much more I can take,” Debbie laughed.
“Then you’re in for a bit of trouble, Ocean,” Lou smirked. “Because I’m nowhere near done,” she hissed, pushing two fingers into her as Debbie cried out, clutching at the blonde.
Lou kept pumping into her as Debbie moaned, clawing at her, but egging her on, panting as Lou added a third finger and then another, stretching her wide, Debbie meeting her thrusts, pulsing around her fingers as the blonde groaned in appreciation.
“You feel so Fucking good,” Debbie panted, her hips starting to buck out of control, smacking into Lou’s as the blonde chuckled, only encouraging her. “Fuck. You feel good.”
“Can you come for me like that again, pretty girl?” Lou asked, kissing her softly.
“Yes,” Debbie nodded, nails digging into Lou’s back as her legs wrapped around the blonde, making Lou curse. “Fuck, yes. Fuck…Lou, I’m—I’m gonna.”
“Go on, Debs. Come for me just like that, baby.”
“Oh Fuck, Daddy,” Debbie yelled, shaking against the blonde as she gripped her tight, Lou’s hand stopping in surprise as Debbie came down, still pulsing around her, wetness dripping down Lou’s wrist.
“God, I didn’t even have to ask you to call me that,” Lou whispered, still not moving her hand as Debbie’s grip on it loosened. She merely let her fingers roam, lazily dragging through Debbie’s arousal, listening to her hum. “I don’t think you give yourself enough credit there, Ocean. Not a method actor, my ass.”
“Let me touch you now,” Debbie whispered, trying to pull Lou closer against her as she grinned against her pelvis, making Lou hiss. “Take those damn pants off.”
“Well, if you insist,” Lou grinned, shaking her head.
Debbie’s tongue darted out to lick her lips as Lou shrugged out of her pants and her lace panties, scooting back against the pillows as she looked up at the brunette.
“How do you want me?” She teased, laying back a bit. Debbie didn’t answer. She couldn’t answer. She was mesmerized as Lou parted her legs, spreading them wide, running her own hand through her folds as Debbie let out a moan that she didn’t even realize was her own. “See how Fucking wet you get me, Debbie? This is all you, honey.”
Debbie was turning red as the sound of Lou’s arousal echoed through the bedroom, and her confidence was quickly fading, her knees still shaking from Lou’s expert tongue and fingers on her, making her nervous that she wouldn’t be able to do the same.
“I—I don’t want to do this wrong,” Debbie admitted almost shyly. She ran her fingers over Lou’s things nervously, smiling a bit as she watched Lou’s hips roll in response at the gentle touch.
“Just feel it out,” Lou murmured with a gentle smile. She took Debbie’s hand in hers, guiding her hand between her legs. “You’ll know what feels right. What feels good to you? What would you want?”
“Teach me,” Debbie whispered, laying against Lou’s thigh before biting into it, her fingers trailing through Lou’s wetness as the blonde groaned. “Tell me how I can make a mess out of you so I can lick it all up for you, Daddy.”
Istg this T/S au parts have been keeping me alive the last couple of days! Please do more parts!
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“You’re right,” Debbie panted as Lou threw her down against the sheets, looking up at her, watching the blonde unbutton the rest of her vest and throw it to the ground before slipping out of her pants, Debbie letting out a loud, “Fucking hell, Lou,” as the brunette realized Lou had foregone both her underwear and bra and was looking down at her, completely naked before she crawled over Debbie, dragging her breasts over Debbie’s lips teasingly before she slid down her, rubbing their nipples together as Debbie hissed at the friction, her own lace rubbing against her as Lou teased her.
“Sorry I stole the opportunity for you to take my panties off for me,” Lou murmured, grinding against Debbie as she stared up at the blonde in awe. “I figured I’d help us out and skip a couple steps. You seemed so eager this afternoon. So desperate, Debbie. Wanting me to Fuck you. Wanting to Fuck me. You know, you’re not the only one of us who knows how to use the other one for pleasure,” Lou whispered, rolling her hips as she ground down into Debbie as the brunette moaned. “Would it drive you absolutely crazy if I used you to get myself off before you even had the chance for your lingerie to hit the ground? Use your fingers. Your thighs. Your pussy. You just laying here while I use you to chase my own pleasure. While I come. While I moan here right on top of you? What would you think of that, Debbie?”
“Use. me.”
“It would be my pleasure,” Lou winked, proud of the double entendre, but too overcome with lust to truly acknowledge it as she positioned herself over one of Debbie’s thighs, sinking down against her skin as she started rolling her hips again, rocking against her as Debbie moaned, no doubt feeling the wetness that was starting to seep against her, the blonde too turned on to care as a mixture of arousal and sweat dripped down Debbie’s thigh onto the sheets, their panting breaths and moans blending together as Debbie grabbed for Lou’s hips, pushing her down further as Lou let out a strangled gasp at the added pressure, throwing her head back as Debbie whispered some sort of praise to her she couldn’t quite make out in her blurriness of ecstasy, her clit twitching as she rubbed against Debbie just right, falling over the edge with a shudder before she could even warn the brunette below her, who merely let out a deeper moan, before helping Lou shift on her lap, watching the blonde in awe as she took Debbie’s hand, pushing three fingers inside her as Debbie watched on in wonder.
Lou was barely over the mind-numbing orgasm, but she was too hooked to take a beat and she knew Debbie was equally enamored, cursing as Debbie’s fingers pushed into her, more soaked than before, her wetness dripping down Debbie’s hand and wrist, the older woman keeping her hand still as she looked up at Lou, no doubt dripping with arousal herself as Lou started to grind against her fingers, rolling and rocking her hips as Debbie moaned appreciatively, watching the blonde bring herself closer and closer to the edge once more. And then in an attempt to truly drive the brunette crazy, and possibly see if she could get her to take back her wishes of “use me”, Lou now eager more than ever to have Debbie beneath her and draw even deeper sounds from her from pleasuring her, Lou started to lift herself up and down, truly Fucking herself on Debbie’s fingers.
“Jesus Christ, Lou,” Debbie groaned, watching her with wide eyes, torn between watching Lou’s face, her eyes closed in concentration with her mouth open, gasping to catch her breath, her cheeks flushed, and the pull of wetness between Lou’s folds and Debbie’s fingers as the blonde practically bounced against her, a deliciously sinfully twisted echo of Lou’s arousal, now booming through the room.
“Come on, baby,” Debbie hissed. “Keep Fucking yourself like that for me, Lou. I want you to come all over my hand.”
“Debbie, Fuck, I—I—“
“Keep using me,” Debbie whispered. “Keep chasing it. I want to see you come for me.”
And Lou did, not even a full second later, groaning at Debbie’s words as she fell over the edge, collapsing against Debbie’s chest, her fingers still inside her, cursing as she felt Lou tightening and pulsing around her as she came down from the high, her heartbeat thundering against Debbie’s own fluttering chest.
“How are you even real?” Debbie whispered aloud, Lou unsure if she had meant to speak the words as she let out a tired, light chuckle. “Can you handle one more, my sleeper?” Debbie asked, sliding her hand out from under Lou with a loud pop before running her fingers along Lou’s lips, the blonde’s tongue darting out to lick them clean as Debbie moaned her approval.
“I want to feel you,” Lou whispered, nodding her head. “Please, honey.”
Debbie kept her eyes locked on Lou, rolling her panties down over her hips to her thighs, wiggling around slightly as she rolled them down to her knees, the blonde helping them down the rest of the way as she slid them off over one of Debbie’s ankles, tossing them to the ground as she leaned in, swiping her fingers through Debbie’s folds as the brunette let out a whimper.
“Oh, Debbie,” Lou chuckled, clucking her tongue as she shook her head. “I think you may need to change these sheets, darling. They’re absolutely soaked.”
“Lou,” Debbie hissed, pulling the blonde tight against her, interrupting herself with a gasp as she felt Lou’s hard nipples against her bra, frustrated and turned on by the friction. “I thought I told you to use me.”
Debbie’s hands raked down Lou’s bag, scratching deep as the blonde moaned until Debbie was cupping her ass, pulling Lou ever tighter against her, heat and wetness mingling between them as Lou started to grind herself against Debbie, moaning at the feeling, Debbie cursing against her, her nails digging into Lou’s skin.
Lou was twitching against her, and she was gritting her teeth, digging into Lou, trying her damndest not to grind back, chasing her own pleasure as Lou’s center met hers again and again, her own clit throbbing and hard, desperate for release. And Lou seemed to know. She always knew. And Debbie could practically cry with relief as Lou leaned in against her neck, sucking hard against it before whispering in her ear: “Fuck me back, pretty girl. Use me.”
Can you write an AU where Debbie has a teenage daughter and is divorced from Claude and then she meets Lou and they start dating?
“What do you mean, she isn’t there?” Debbie hissed, clutching the phone tightly, her fingers turning white. “Her prick of a—father said he dropped her off this morning.”
Lou watched the brunette closely, her heart thumping wildly as her eyes flickered between Debbie’s pleading, desperate eyes towards the blonde and her frantic movements and evident outrage towards the phone.
“No, no. We’re—we don’t live in the same home or I would’ve—no, sir. We’re divorced, but I assure you—yes, I’ll—I’m on it, Mr. Blake. You just let me handle her today and I’ll be sure she’s sitting in your office ready to face the firing squad first thing tomorrow morning.”
Debbie hung up the phone, flinging it as it ricocheted across the tile floor, the blonde looking at her with pure concern, letting whatever problem this was get ahead of however she was feeling in the background. It wasn’t the time for that. This was about Debbie.
“You know how I told you I was divorced?” Debbie sighed, looking down at the ground.
“Yeah,” Lou whispered, coming over to her as she wrapped her arms around her softly, gently kissing her cheek. “Claude, right?”
“Well,” Debbie huffed, closing her eyes as Lou held her tighter, taking her hand. “That wasn’t quite the whole truth.”
Lou’s hand went partially limp as she felt her body trying to retreat against her heart’s will, but Debbie kept her close.
“I was hoping to spring this on you quite differently,” Debbie chuckled darkly. “But it seems my daughter is more like me than I thought.”
“Your…daughter?” Lou murmured, trying to piece the sentence together in her mind as her thoughts blurred.
“There’s a reason I got married so young,” Debbie whispered. “Why I’d married an asshole. Though, he wasn’t always an asshole. That probably started when she was a few weeks old.”
“A daughter,” Lou repeated quietly before Debbie was pulling her back, lifting her chin up delicately as she looked into her eyes, tears brimming in her own, reflected back in Lou’s deep blue ones.
“I promise I was going to tell you,” Debbie murmured. “I just wanted to run things by her first. Let her know—“
“About me?” Lou asked, her eyes crinkling as her lips settled into a small smile. “You don’t tell her about your dates usually, do you?”
“No,” Debbie smiled. “I was waiting until I was sure.”
“Sure about what? About me?” Lou laughed.
“Sure that you were the one,” Debbie whispered, ducking her head against Lou’s shoulder as the blonde caught her, eyes widening in surprise as the smile grew on her face, breaking into a shit-eating-grin.
“I’m the one?” Lou whispered, sweeping Debbie’s hair back as she cradled her, murmuring against her neck. “You want me?”
“I want you,” Debbie nodded, locking her hands with Lou’s as she looked up at her hopefully. “If you still want me, that is.”
“Why would I ever want you any less?” Lou breathed. “You’re my everything.”
“I’ve got a little more baggage than you bargained for,” Debbie shrugged.
“What’s her favorite band?” Lou asked, looking amused.
“Grace?” Debbie frowned.
“Yes,” Lou grinned. “If you’re referring to your daughter, that is.”
“The Velvet Underground, last I heard.”
“I can work with that,” the blonde nodded. “‘Course I’ll have to expand her horizons a bit. But I’ve got some vinyls in mind. Does she have a record player? You know what—I’m gonna say no. You’re more of the shut the kid up with an iPod kind of woman. I’ll get her one. And we should probably—“
“That’s it?” Debbie laughed. “You hear her favorite band and you’re on board? You want a sixteen-year-old in your life?”
“I want you in my life, honey,” Lou whispered. “And anything or anyone that comes with it, alright?”
“Alright,” Debbie grinned. “Fuck, I just never thought it would be as simple as this.”
“Explains your track record with dating,” Lou teased. “But also, Grace? Doesn’t seem your style.”
“Claude’s grandmother,” Debbie rolled her eyes. “She hates it.”
“It’s cute,” the blonde laughed. “She have a nickname?”
“You’ll have to ask her,” Debbie smiled. “We can do dinner. Friday night?”
“Yeah,” Lou nodded. “I’d love that. But Deb?”
“Oh god, I knew there had to be something,” Debbie groaned, her face falling into her hands.
“Remember how we got here, love?” Lou quirked an eyebrow. “Call from a principal I’m thinking now? Something about her prick of a father and Grace being in trouble, maybe?”
“Son of a bitch,” Debbie hissed, breaking away from Lou to grab her coat as Lou looked at her with a sideways grin, jingling her keys in the air. “She cut school. She needs her ass handed to her.”
“Let’s go get her,” Lou nodded, her hand finding Debbie’s back. “Where would she go instead?”
“Probably trying to get something tattooed or pierced with a fake ID if I have any guesses,” Debbie grumbled.
pleeease do more Hela and Y/N fics its so good, you're a gem ❤︎
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“Oh,” you gasp as you stumble back slightly before turning to look at her. “My queen,” you mumble bowing messily as she smirks down at you.
She nods her head back to the archway she’s appeared through, a mischievous grin on her face.
“I’m afraid we won’t be staying here, Y/N,” she declares as you look up at her, unsure of what’s about to happen. “I think we might be more comfortable in my chambers.”
“As you wish,” you nod, unsure if you should start to walk forward until she nods her head once more before turning away, waiting for you to follow.
“Oh? Y/N?” She adds, turning once more.
“Yes, your majesty?”
“Leave your dress here.”
She waits for a moment, before you drop your gaze, fumbling with the straps of your dress before slipping it down your shoulders, looking up briefly just in time to see her satisfied smirk before she clicks away, leaving you to finish undressing.
You consider your undergarments for a moment, but remember that she said dress specifically, so you leave them on, still feeling completely naked and vulnerable, padding after her as you fidget with the gold chain around your neck, the emerald swinging, left and right, left and right.
“In here, darling,” her voice beckons as you keep walking down the hallway, cold and dark, echoes clicking and creaking, the only light flickering from candles, casting a soft ember glow.
She’s sitting on the edge of a grand, regal bed. It takes up most of the room, not many other pieces of furniture or knick knacks. It’s bold. It’s regal. It’s her. All gold and velvet black with pops of emerald that have you feeling cold tingles down your spine and something hot between your thighs, like flames so hot they feel cold licking at your skin.
She waves you forward with the wag of a single index finger, tilting her head, raven-black hair falling over her shoulder, black silk falling down her skin with it as you let out a shudder, your breath hitching.
“Sit, my pet,” she murmurs, patting the edge of the bed. “There’s no need to kneel before me, Y/N. Well…not today at least.”
You’re unsure what to think as you walk forward, sitting down, rigid beside her, and then one of her hands is on your thigh, sliding towards your center slowly as you let out a shaky breath at the touch, your stomach flipping deliciously.
Her other hand finds your back, resting delicately against it as you hum, and then her hand goes rigid, sharp nails digging into your skin as you let out a gasp, a velvet chuckle falling from her lips.
“You know I never had the chance to thank you for your service the other day, Y/N,” Hela murmurs, one hand gliding down your thigh as the other raked down your back, both making you shiver, goosebumps rippling down your skin. “And I don’t know which feels better to you,” she breathes. Her fingers trace along your thigh before disappearing and then her nails rake along your back again before they stop, as if to prove her point. Her choices.
“Both,” you squeak, blushing at the admission.
“Well, well,” she laughs softly, pushing your leg open slightly so you’re exposed to her, her hand trailing down along her panties, swiping along the fabric as you let out a whimper. “Wet already, I see. Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are, Y/N? How delicate. And quite the talent. Not many people have heard me make the sounds I made…for you, my pet. And now? I’d like to hear what sounds you can make for me, Y/N.”
“Please,” you whisper, feeling yourself growing wetter, the brunette looking down at your with sharp, deep eyes.
“Try again,” she whispers, pushing you onto your back, her fingers sweeping through your hair as she crawls down you, breathing against your core, your hips bucking up against her, desperate to be touched.
“My queen,” you pant, unable to keep your hips from rolling against her, even as she slowly pulls your panties down your thighs to your knees, smirking and laughing at you, already a whimpering, pathetic mess under her grip with barely a touch, only the idea of what she might do, already driving you absolutely wild. “Please, my Queen. My body is yours. My pleasure is yours.”
“That’s more like it, my pet,” she whispers, dragging her tongue along your hip as you cry out before her head disappears between your thighs, her nose and tongue poking at your wetness slow and torturously.
She’s snickering at you as you roll your hips, trying to gain more purchase, reaching up at her, but she pins your hands down against the mattress.
She licks along your ear as you gasp, her hand finding your neck, pressing firmly.
“You can ask me to touch you, darling,” she whispers. “And I will. But if you want me to Fuck you, you’re going to have to beg me for it.”
Lou swallowed thickly, her stomach coiling as she realized what Debbie was suggesting.
“Put your phone on speaker,” Debbie spoke gently. “Get yourself comfortable.”
“Alright,” Lou breathed, barely able to utter a coherent thought as she did what Debbie instructed, laying back against her pillows, her heart racing and her head pounding.
“I want you to tease yourself for me, Lou,” Debbie instructed. “And you’re going to keep telling me what you’re doing, alright? And if you’re good for me, I’ll let you see what your own magic fingers can do for you.”
“And what are you smiling about?” Amita laughed, handing a coffee cup over to Lou. “You get laid last night or something?”
“Something,” Lou shrugged, accepting the coffee with a grateful smile as she pulled out a chair in the student union, the older student sitting across from her.
“Do I get the details?” The brunette smirked. “I barely slept this weekend, let alone slept with another human being. This thesis is going to be the death of me, I swear.”
“You know I’d be happy to read it,” Lou offered, pulling out a folder before sliding it across the table. She was hoping to change the subject, but she also genuinely liked Amita and appreciated all the prep work she was doing to get her ready for the teaching assistant position. She wanted to impress Debbie, and she was willing to do anything to achieve that goal, including racking Amita’s brain for every little detail, no matter how small from coffee orders to margin preference on papers and everything in between. She owed Amita big time. “If you ever need a fresh set of eyes or anything. Can even give me a personalized request. I can play good cop or bad cop when it comes to editing.”
“Trust me, you don’t have to do that,” Amita laughed, opening the folder as her eyes started to scan through the papers.
“It would be an hour,” Lou promised, sipping at her coffee as she waited anxiously for Amita to finish reviewing.
“Lou.”
“Oh Fuck,” Lou cursed. “Just give it to me straight. How bad is it?”
“Bad?” The brunette laughed. “Lou, Fuck being a TA, you could give Debbie a run for her money when it comes to teaching the class.”
“Oh, piss off,” the blonde snorted. “It’ll do though? She won’t rip it in half if I give her that version? I have some time later to edit it and make any kind of adjustments you recommend.”
“Lou, I’m serious. She’ll love this,” Amita grinned. “You have nothing to worry about. I’d just drop it off with her when you have class in a bit. She’ll give you brownie points for being early with it too. Always goes a long way with her.”
“Thanks, Mita.”
“Anytime,” she grinned. “Well, while I’m here. Once I abandon ship, you’re dead to me.”
“You can’t get rid of me,” Lou teased, tossing her pen at the brunette as Amita squealed ducking away.
“I’d hope not,” she laughed. “You have to keep me posted on all the art history department drama. Which, speaking of—have you seen Dr. Becker? That man is off the walls even more than usual.”
“Seriously? I mean, not that it takes much, but come on. He always has something new pissing him off.”
“New, maybe,” Amita shrugged. “But it always circles back to Debbie. If I had to bet money on it, I’d say she’s fucking someone new. He’s absolutely green with jealousy.”
Lou practically spit out her coffee as she tried to swallow, only managing to let out a half-choked laugh as she did.
“You alright there, Miller?”
“Yeah,” Lou lied, the panic setting in as realization dawned on her. There was always drama when it came to exes, sure. But knowing that your partner’s ex was your department head? That was some soap opera level bullshit.
Hi, love your fics! I just wanted to know am l the only one who thinks Lou's either a power bottom or a switch? She doesn't really strike me as a top.
Hey! Thank you so much!
I’m afraid I personally have to disagree opinion-wise, but obviously, it’s open for us to interpret any way we want and everyone’s vision is valid. I’ve written her as top/bottom/switch/what-have-you, but personally see her as a top first and foremost, but agree with Debbie, I could equally see her as a switch.
I do like the idea of someone being a “top” in terms of power dynamic/attitude in their everyday life and then being exactly the opposite in the bedroom, but I see this dynamic more as true to Debbie. Where Lou knows that Debbie needs/likes to be in charge when it comes to a con, she’s happy to take the back seat or play right-hand-man because she knows this is Debbie’s thing, but those roles, for me at least, fall away in their relationship because Debbie wants to relinquish that control and be more submissive/vulnerable and that’s when Lou likes the flip in dynamics of their partnership.
Daaaamn that collar prompt is on fire!!🥵pleeease part 3
Part three here
Could you do a part two of Debbie with the collar🙃
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“Whose initials are you wearing?” Lou hissed.
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“Two more times,” Lou murmured, her hands sliding down Debbie’s body until she dipped between her legs again. “Keep being the good girl I know you are, and I’ll let you come harder than you ever have.”
“Fuck, I—Lou, I can’t—I, Fuck—“
“You can,” the blonde whispered, licking a stripe along Debbie’s center once more as she whimpered. She gripped the necklace chain again. “And you will, Debbie.”
“You look stunning,” Lou whispered, coming up behind the brunette as she wrapped her arms around her, humming as she cradled Debbie.
“Thanks, baby,” Debbie blushed, leaning back against the blonde as she closed her eyes, savoring the moment. She loved when they had moments like these. Just the two of them. Swept up in their own little world together, without a care. Just Lou and Debbie. Finally at peace and able to enjoy each other through the simplest of things.
“I think you’re missing something,” Lou murmured, tracing her finger delicately along the back of Debbie’s neck, edging down her back as she breathed against her, Debbie shivering at the feeling as she looked down at her cocktail dress in confusion.
“Oh?” Debbie laughed nervously, unsure what Lou was hinting at. But the other woman disappeared briefly after a quick kiss to the nape of her neck before returning back to her position behind the Ocean, a cool chain brushing against Debbie’s neck as she swallowed thickly.
“Can’t let anyone forget you’re mine tonight, can we?” Lou breathed as Debbie shuddered in the most delicious of ways.
“No,” Debbie whispered, blushing as the chain settled against her collarbone, Lou’s nimble fingers brushing against her neck, lingering for a second too long at the clasp after she closed it.
“Be a good girl for me tonight?” Lou whispered, tracing the chain as she spun around Debbie, coming to stop in front of her as she looked her deep in the eyes, a sideways smirk coating her lips.
“Yes,” Debbie breathed. “Yes, sir.”
The thing about Lou Miller is that you were always in awe. In awe of her beauty. Her spirit. Her style. Her attitude. Everything. And Debbie was constantly infatuated with her. In awe of the idea that Lou was hers and she was Lou’s.
And there was nothing like being Lou’s. Being on her arm as she showed you off. The way she talked you up to others but whispered secrets and compliments into your own ear. The way she touched you. Held you. Was so taken by you.
It always had Debbie smitten and positively dazed, but they were falling into new territory. How many times had they gone to dinner with the team where she was completely spellbound by her partner? Countless times. Where they shared a secret, whether it was a small con just for the two of them, or one of them was teasing the other, or they had an escape plan in place.
But this was different. Hiding in plain sight. Lou’s arm around her waist, protective and possessive, enthralled Debbie in triple the amount it ordinarily would’ve. Tammy asking if they had plans after dinner. Daphne complimenting her necklace with a knowing smirk. Lou gripping her ever tighter as a woman at the table near them complimented the brunette’s dress. Lou tracing the chain as she leaned in to whisper in Debbie’s ear and kiss her softly as they waited for dessert to arrive.
Every touch. Every kiss. Every wink. Lou had her. Lou was speaking to her without words.
Could you do a bodyguard Lou fic? Danny got involved with the wrong people and was concerned for Debbie’s safety so he hired Lou as a bodyguard (much to Debbie’s displeasure)
“This is absolutely ridiculous, Danny,” Debbie huffed, tossing her jacket blindly towards his face only to be cut off by his swift catch as he rolled his eyes. “I told you I don’t want some guy by my side 24/7.”
“And I heard you,” Danny sighed. “But I can’t leave you running around the city by yourself with this shmuck out there. And you know the first rule, we don’t kill anyone. So until someone else takes care of this mess and I know he’s off the streets…”
“I’m not a baby,” the brunette whined, kicking off her heeled boots before sitting down in an armchair, crossing her arms against her chest.
“Not at all,” He nodded. “And that’s why I’ll pretend you’re not having this tantrum right now. Besides, you know me, Deb. I’m not gonna stick you with some creep or some loser.”
“So it’s not Rusty, then?” Debbie smirked.
“Definitely not Rusty,” Danny chuckled. “I hired a professional. Though you know, now that you mention it, they definitely would get along almost too well.”
“So when do I meet this not Rusty character?”
“This afternoon,” Danny reported. “Which is why I walked you back to your apartment and why you’re not going anywhere until someone is here, by your side, to protect you. Okay? Don’t try to pull any bullshit, Deb.”
“What if I had things to do?” Debbie tried, rolling her eyes.
“You can shoplift any time.”
“Right,” The brunette laughed. “Once I’ve got a cop by my side, I can do all the thievery I want.”
“Not a cop,” Danny sighed. “You have zero faith in me. It’s ridiculous. This isn’t going to affect any aspect of your life, underground or otherwise, alright? Just please. For me. This one thing. I’m just trying to protect my little sister.”
“Alright,” Debbie groaned, finally giving in. “But I’m not little anymore. You have to respect that I’m an adult.”
“Fine,” the older Ocean agreed. “But you’re an adult on a hit list, so I’m going to ask for a little bit of flexibility here.”
Debbie finally shut her mouth, offering her brother a slight nod. There really wasn’t a way to argue with that.
After the icy sibling discourse had melted between them enough and they’d split a pizza, Debbie promising Danny not to tell a soul that she’d eaten more than half of it, the two parted ways with Debbie promising to keep a low profile until her unwanted bodyguard arrived.
It had been two hours cooped up inside, and normally, it wouldn’t have been a big deal. Debbie loved watching old movies, listening to records, and reading novels, so there were plenty of indoor options even if she wasn’t plotting something, but the fact that she wasn’t supposed to leave the apartment was making her jaw clench as her stubbornness and irritation set in. She was itching to get out of there and do anything. Even just to feel the outside, crisp air on her face. Like proving a point to herself and an unknowing Danny.
She was grabbing her coat before she’d even fully made up her mind to leave, telling herself she’d just find the nearest bodega. A quick walk. Grab a coffee or something. Maybe a wallet or two. And head back. No harm, no foul.
She returned not even twenty minutes later, with a pep in her step and a smirk on her lips, her pocket a few bills heavier and a latte in hand. She didn’t know who Danny was kidding. She should have known he had a flair for the dramatics. Sure, he had a lot of enemies, but nobody was out to kill Danny Ocean. Least of all…
“Ocean! Get down on the ground!”
Debbie was frozen, only a few hundred feet from her apartment. Her ears still ringing. She hadn’t heard them often in her life, but she knew them when she heard them, the hairs standing up on the back of her neck. Gunshots.
“Debbie!” Someone called again, but the volume was fading in and out, and Debbie’s fight or flight instincts had died completely as she chided herself. She knew her stubbornness was going to get her killed someday, she just didn’t think it would be today.
And then she was on the ground, a blur of black leather and blonde hair slamming into her before she hit concrete, the coffee cup bursting open as it hit the street, the cup rolling away as she heard the sound of screeching tires and men yelling as a woman’s voice muttered something beside her frantically over and over until Debbie realized she was memorizing the license plate of the car where the shots had come from.
“I’ve got them,” Debbie whispered weakly, trying to offer her thanks in the only way she knew how. “License plate, right?”
“Yeah,” the blonde nodded, stopping to catch her breath.
“You can let go of me now,” Debbie smiled awkwardly, looking down at the hands gripping her shoulders tight before the blonde smiled back with a chuckle, letting her go before jumping up to a standing position. She offered Debbie a hand to help her up and waited as Debbie wiped the gravel and dirt off of her legs. “Thanks for saving my life. I’m Debbie.”
“I know,” the blonde nodded. “Just doing my job.”
“You’re a spy?” Debbie laughed, wrapping her coat tighter around her.
“Security,” the blonde answered, her eyes far away as she wrote something down in a small black notebook before checking her watch, looking around at street signs and cars before her eyes came back to Debbie’s as she pocketed the journal.
“Wait, you’re my…”
“Lou Miller,” the woman grinned, offering out a hand. “Your new shadow.”
“Wow,” Debbie nodded, admittedly impressed. She hadn’t expected a woman, let alone the most gorgeous woman she’d ever seen, looking like some leather clad vigilante super hero with white-blonde hair and laser-sharp blue eyes, but she was the furthest thing from upset. “I wasn’t expecting a…”
“Badass?” Lou offered with a smirk. “Good thing I came early. Had a feeling you were a rule breaker.”
“I don’t like being told what to do,” Debbie sighed, starting to pace towards the apartment.
“Don’t you though?” Lou called after her. “Under the right circumstances, of course.”
Debbie found herself blushing at the subtext of what Lou was asking, a grin growing on her face.
“Come on in,” Debbie nodded. “Least I can do is make you a drink. Have to learn who’s protecting my ass.”
“It’s a nice ass,” Lou shrugged.
“You’re a little bold, aren’t you?” Debbie asked, studying her face, trying to get a read on the blonde.
“I’m not the one who went out for a latte while knowing someone had a hit out on me.”
“I like to live dangerously,” Debbie shrugged in return.
“Looks like I have my work cut out for me,” Lou chuckled. “Good thing I came prepared.”
Hi just wanted to let you know that your Loubbie fics are delicious😍 but there's this thing that I've been itching about and hear me out what about a smut au where Lou is the bottom for once and debbie is the top and puts on the strap. There aren't many fics like this but for me it's always a breath of fresh air to see Lou being soft or a bottom. So I was wondering if you'd ever interested in writing something like this ?
Delicious!🙈 thank you so much! I’m so glad you enjoy them!
Okay, anon, here’s the thing 😂 would I be interested in writing something like this? Yes. But does it go against the NSFW portion of canon compliance that lives in my mind rent free? Also yes.
I firmly believe that 99.5% of the time
Lou is a top and Debbie is a bottom
The bedroom (physically and as an idea/mentally/when it comes to sex in general) is like the only place Lou gets to be in charge and they both like it this way. Debbie is in charge of the cons. Lou is in charge of the celebratory sex.
Lou likes having that physical control over Debbie and being the only person who gets to see Debbie vulnerable and submissive like this.
Debbie likes being able to let go and have someone else in charge when it comes to intimacy and pleasure.
Generally, I don’t see Lou being a fan of penetration at all. Rarely ever the strap (but agree Debbie may be the only one in the world she trusts with it). I won’t get into the nitty gritty, but she definitely prefers giving to receiving and if she’s receiving, she prefers 😝
However, I can also see Debbie being more of a dominant bottom and Lou being more of a submissive top👀
But Service Top!Lou and Power Bottom!Debbie is my brain’s go to
Why I still could/would say yes to this scenario is that even though it goes against what I see in my head, I know there are a lot of people in the fandom who will go to their grave thinking the complete opposite (but I tell you Lou Miller is no bottom)
I would personally totally write this as a rarity/Opposite Day sort of thing. I can very much see Lou snapping at Debbie after she’s a bit bratty or pushy about something and saying “you think you can do this better? Be my guest.” And turning the tables on her. So I think it would be a fun oneshot to write because it’s so topsy turvy to me!
pls I need to read more of Ms. Miller being smitten and bumbling through her flirting
Of course!! Here's Part 3 of the Pride & Prejudice AU:
Mr. Roberts was perhaps the most pompous person Debbie had ever met, and he did not seem to care. He made it quite clear that he was intent on marrying one of the Ocean girls and did not hide his disappointment that Mr. Becker had gotten to Rose first leaving him with the apparent scraps that were Deborah herself.
But to appease her parents and silence Daphne’s probing, Debbie accepted his invitation to another ball, though she found herself dodging him for most of the evening and passing Daphne and Leslie towards him instead whenever she could.
She was mulling over a glass of wine in the corner when she noticed a sloppy man near her. Trying to be courteous, she asked if he was alright, offering him a handkerchief as he smiled gratefully.
“Perhaps you could use an escape for a moment?” Debbie smiled, nodding her head towards the balcony.
He grinned, nodding in return as he led her outside. Debbie was more occupied with looking at the white-glow of the moon more than she was with him, but she was grateful for the chance to escape Mr. Ryan Roberts and the ball itself.
This gentleman, Mr. Frazier, was quiet by kind, asking about Debbie and her sisters, but Debbie found herself suddenly itching to ask him something at random.
“Do you happen to know a Ms. Miller?” Debbie asked, trying to sound casual as she looked up at Mr. Frazier, turning towards him.
Mr. Frazier’s face seemed to drop as he looked at Debbie, suddenly looking distraught.
“Unfortunately,” he sighed. “Though I’m afraid I would not consider her an acquaintance. You see, Ms. Miller, in short, has deprived me of a living.”
“But you—“
“I’ve crawled past falling on tough times,” he nodded. “Well, maybe tonight is an exception. You see, I was intent on talking with you, but I had not known about your Mr. Roberts.”
“Well, Mr. Frazier,” Debbie smiled. “I’m still not even sure…”
“Anyway,” he sighed, talking over her. “It’s no matter now. But for what it’s worth, yes, she is the reason I lost my position as a clergyman in a most prosperous parish. Her father promised me that position, but Ms. Miller had other ideas.”
Debbie wrinkled her nose, trying to show him empathy, but she had not made up her mind herself. When Daphne asked her where she had disappeared to, Debbie told her about the odd interaction with Mr. Frazier and what he’d said, but Daphne told her to forget him and to focus on Mr. Roberts, who was upset that Debbie had kept disappearing.
“You must show him you would make a good wife for him,” Daphne reminded her. “Or there’s plenty of other girls who will.”
“Maybe they can have him,” Debbie mumbled to herself, storming back into the hall, intent on finding more wine before escaping again.
“Careful there, Ms. Ocean,” a voice chuckled as a gentle hand found her waist. “Wouldn’t want me to label you as clumsy next.”
“Ms. Miller,” Debbie sighed, half-exasperated, but also a bit smitten to be seeing her again.
“I see Mr. Frazier was talking your ear off while you were trying to look at the moon.”
“He’s quite the character,” Debbie nodded.
“I’m afraid he doesn’t like me much,” Lou sighed, looking down at her watch before pocketing it again.
“Perhaps it’s because of how you deal with people,” Debbie smirked, motioning to the now hidden pocket watch.
“I was actually checking to see if I had time to sneak in a dance with you before I headed off,” Lou smirked back. “If you’d be so kind as to oblige me.”
Debbie was surprised at the gesture and even more so as she accepted the hand Lou offered.
They danced quietly for a moment, Debbie catching Daphne’s disapproving eye, but she was happy to not see Mr. Roberts anywhere.
“It’s because of my father,” Lou whispered after a while.
“Your father?” Debbie looked up, gripping her hand tighter.
“He made all these business decisions and asked me to followthrough on them after his death. I thought I was doing the proper thing by respecting his wishes. It seems to have made me a lot of enemies instead.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I’m sure Frazier was spoon feeding you stories of what a terror I am,” she smiled nervously. “And it seems to be a recurring theme. I was afraid you might not wish to dance with me.”
“Well, what would you call this?” Debbie laughed, gesturing to their movements.
“I would hate for you to hate me,” Lou whispered. “But I’m certainly not everyone’s cup of tea. Most people, actually.”
“You’re better than you think,” Debbie whispered, letting Lou turn them as she ducked out of sight from Mr. Roberts and caught a disapproving look from Mr. Frazier.
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