#langley x reader

[bitterbutblue]

patting her head ☆ multiple ptn characters x fem!reader

characters included, in order: zoya, yingying, rahu, angell, eleven, vautour bleu, langley, augustus

thank u to @simping4ptnwomen for changing my life and making me aware of the fact that there are head pat voice lines, so i've included yingying for u <33. here is how they will react to when u pat their head!

notes: modern au and suggestive warning for vantour bleu and eleven's! all girlfriend au except for langley because why is she threatening to shoot me </3

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zoya and yingying: finds it amusing

she wasn't sure what you were doing when you approached her from out of nowhere, telling her nothing but 'hey, stay still for a sec'. she fully braced herself for you to try tackling her for the shits and giggles or something, but instead, you got on your tiptoes and pat her head a few times, feeling her gelled hair beneath your fingers. she just blinks at you as you grin up at her.

"wow, you're pretty brave." zoya huffs at you, giving you a deadpan look. but you can tell from her eyes she's amused. you just giggle ever so slightly and she can't help but let her facade crumble ever so slightly as you move to kiss her cheek. she can't stop herself from pulling you in again for a proper kiss, her lips capturing yours in an eager but loving kiss as you wrap your arms around her waist.

you two were cuddling in bed, yingying resting her head on your chest, when one of your hands reached to give her a few head pats. you couldn't resist it, she looked so cozy and comfortable, curled up like a cat. she raised an eyebrow, moving her head off her chest. "Happy with just touching my hair?" she teases, before leaning her head more into your touch. "Here, I'll close my eyes and give you a few more seconds… "

you pat her head for only just a few more seconds, as she said, before she sits up, moving to straddle your waist. "Where else would you like to touch?" she takes the hand you had been patting her head with, moving it to her cheeks "My eyelashes?" she leans in, gently pressing the tip of her nose against yours "My nose?" she smiles at the softb lush on your cheeks "Or perhaps… my lips?" she murmurs softly, before pressing her lips against yours.

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rahu and angell: gets flustered

it had been a long day. you were sleep deprived, tired, and frankly couldn't be bothered to use a brain cell on thinking about anything other than bed now bed now. when your beautiful girlfriend rahu arrives to drop something off at your office, you were bleary eyed and barely thinking. you don't know what possessed you. you got on your tiptoes and pat her head, pressing a kiss to her forehead and mumbling out 'your hair is so soft...'

rahu malfunctions for a second, her cheeks heating up as her eyes frantically look around to make sure there was nobody around you guys, worried about what they would think of her. but then she looks down and sees your sleepy but soft gaze on her with that gentle smile of yours and she just looks away, shyly mumbling out "Hmm? You like my... hair? Thank you."

angell crosses her arms from embarrassment, looking away when you pat her head. she doesn't even react this much when you kiss her on the lips of cup her cheeks, it was rather endearing seeing the contractor so shy. it wasn't even anything much! you had just reached up to give her a head pat after you passed her a bowl of red bean soup, and you didn't expect such a reaction out of her.

you can't help but laugh, and she gets all defensive. "What, got something to say?" she scoffs, but you can't ignore the way her ears had gone red. you just shake your head, before kissing her on the cheek quickly. she turns around before you can see the shy smile growing on her face

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eleven and vautour bleu: uses it as an excuse to be freaky

you always had a habit of patting eleven's head while she hugs you. what can you say? she's almost perfect head patting height. after 3 months of only being able to call her because of long distance, you didn't expect to see her show up at your door unexpectedly. almost immediately, you tackle her into a hug and she melts into your embrace. out of habit, you reach up to pat her head as she hugs you with her arms wrapped around your torso.

she smiles into your chest, tilting her head up slightly to look at you. "Do you want to know how much I've missed you?" she murmurs, moving to shut the door behind you two as she pulls you down for a kiss that grows messy and desperate fast, her hands already travelling up under your shirt, eager to feel the warmth of your skin again.

vautour bleu has always been the one to make the first move. she asked you out first, she kissed you first, she makes all the moves. so it took her by a bit of surprise (but a good surprise) when you reach to pat her head, feeling her soft, blonde hair beneath your fingertips. in your defence, it was always calling out to you- you know how well she takes care of her hair and it just looks so soft. of course she takes this as an opportunity to tease you more. she takes your hand mid-pat, raising an eyebrow

"Someone is getting more brazen by the day." she drawls, pulling you in close before moving your hand back down to your side. she manoeuvres you so that your back is pressed against the nearest wall, her hand moving up to tilt your your chin up. she has that smile on her face, the same smile she always has when she's about to make you scream her name for hours on end.

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langley and augustus: it's all about her hat

maybe patting langley's head while she's still working wasn't the best idea. you thought it would be funny, in your defence. as you casually walked past her in the hallway, you reached over to pat her head. in an instant she grabs your arm, pulls it off her head and slams you against the wall. you groan in pain, feeling her iron grip around your wrist as she stares daggers into you.

"Wanna try on this hat, or try my bullets?" she snarls at you, but you can't take her seriously when there is the slightest tinge of pink on her cheeks, her hat is askew on her head and her face mere centimetres away from yours. you just smile sheepishly at her as she scoffs.

you had taken off augustus' hat, an action she was used to as sometimes you liked to take her hat and wear it for yourself. she didn't think much of it as she continued to skim through her paperwork, and only froze when she felt your hand, the chief's hand, on her head. out of all the things the chief could be doing, it was patting her head. she couldn't help but let out a bark of laughter.

she reaches over to snatch her hat back out of your hand, slipping it back on her head. "This hat still bears the old DisCorps insignia, quite a rare sight these days." she looks at you with a humorous glint in her eyes, before tugging you down by the collar of your shirt so that her lips brushed yours "Should I replace it with your MBCC logo instead?" she mumbles softly

[idraw4fun]

Need to be sandwiched between Langley and Catherine and also Kafka and Himeko…

I’m such a girl failure…

owl vs owl 🦉

cw: touchy stuff

[kurogane2512]

Hmmmmmmm.........

2 blonde military ladies......... potentially 40+ years old.........

In uniform and party dress.........

One Chief between them..........

You guys thinking what I'm thinking? 😏

[sinful-lanterns]

Oh to be Langley's personal slut assistant. Serving her coffee, handling her reports, spreading your legs for her.

To have her fucked reader until she's unable to clock in to work the next day.

Chief: Where's your assistant?

Langley: I banged her too hard and now she can't walk 😏

🥕

CW: Boss x Assistant, workplace sex, implied penetrative sex, implied shower sex

LANGLEYYY. That’s so blunt of you 😭

Realistically I think Langley would just take her assistant home after banging her in her office. It’s clear she can’t send you home alone in this state. You could barely walk thanks to the absolute pounding Langley subjected you to on her desk. So, like the kind boss she is, she’ll escort you to her car where she’ll give you her coat and have you rest in the passenger seat. Once she’s at the wheel, she takes you back to her place where you could “rest” properly in her own bed.

…And proceed to do several more rounds of sex in the comfort of her bed. Her bed is much more comfortable than the hardwood of her desk, Langley finds herself enjoying your body for much, much longer. She even lets you use her shower, climbing in afterward so she can spoil you some more. She just can’t get enough of her favorite slut assistant, she’ll touch you even when you’re trying to get clean!

Of course, since your boss was just nonstop fucking you ever since you got out of work, it’s safe to say you are unable to come to clock in the next day. Your voice is hoarse from moaning (and doing…other things), and your legs are so sore that you need Langley to help you get around the house. Though Langley is a strict boss, she lets you stay at her home while she clocks in at work, letting you rest cuz she knows she utterly wrecked you.

Chief asks where you are since usually you never leave Boss Langley’s side, and Langley calmly sips her coffee with a calculating gaze.

“…She’s resting.”

“Oh, (Reader) is sick?”

“…Something like that.”

She can barely hide her smirk behind the mug as she thinks about you lying like a heap of a mess at home. She can’t wait to finish her day so she could get right back to you. Perhaps she’ll give you a rest tonight though and take you out to her favorite restaurant. She can’t break her assistant all the time, she likes to pamper too.

[brickeater712]

corrections

cw: langley x reader, lowkey dubcon (just a little), spanking, crying, gunplay, a little bit of dacryphilia, edg/ing, over/stim, power play, degrading, squi/rting, reader is not chief

A/N: couldnt stop thinking about that one langley supervision event

a click of a tongue, and a hand on your shoulder. but as quickly as it was put there, it disappears. 

langley circles you slowly, staring daggers into you. 

“you know, this isn’t what i expected from you.” langley walks to the desk, and slams her hand down on the reports. the sudden loud sound makes you jolt in place, hands clenched behind your back. “i didn’t hire you so that you could give me this crap.” she snarls, picking up the papers. “this isn’t the intel that i asked for.”

“m-miss langley, i t-tried my b-”

“and yet, you still didn’t get what i want.” langley sighs, rubbing at her temple. “hm, no matter, i suppose. there is still time to get what i want.” 

you almost let out a sigh, but she doesn’t stop. 

“but this time, i think you need to be reminded on how to do your job.” langley muses, walking over to the couch, and sitting down. 

“w-what?” you stammer out, afraid of what will happen next. 

“don’t be so scared.” she scoffs, “it’s either this or you leave my office right now and never return.” 

you don’t have much of a choice, and you know it.

“fine.” you mumble, and finally start inching towards her. 

“good.” her voice is stern, and it sends something more than just fear through your body. “over my lap. come on, now.”

a noise of confusion leaves your mouth. 

“did i stutter?” no response. “good. oh, and pants off.”

ah, you see where this is going now.

you quickly shed your pants, not wanting her to wait any longer, afraid of another scolding. your now bare legs are cold against the cool air of her office. 

you get on the couch awkwardly, trying not to look into her burning eyes. you lie over her lap, trying not to get too comfortable.

“now, this will just be a reminder that you must do your job properly. ” she leans over and sneers. “especially if you’re working for me.” 

without any warning, langley lifts a gloved hand and spanks you square on your ass. it doesn’t sting that bad- not yet, at least- and elicits a surprised yelp from you. your head whips around but she immediately shuts you down, other hand coming up to hold your head in place. 

“no moving.” she taunts, and then another smack. 

this one is slightly harder, but your panties still save you from most of its force. it still makes you squeal nonetheless. you squirm gently in her lap, feeling heat pool up in your core. your mouth almost opens to ask for more, but you refrain. 

“mm. let’s do away with these pesky panties.” langley surprises you once more by ripping them off, and flinging them onto the floor. 

“w- wait, i-”

smack!

this one hits much harder- you can feel the cool leather of her glove against your ass now. you jolt in her lap, almost pushing your ass towards her palm. she doesn’t miss anything, of course. 

“this is supposed to be a punishment, you know.” smack! “ it stings a little more, flesh beginning to turn red. 

“i, i’m sorry-” smack!

“you’re not crying yet. i don’t think you’re that sorry.” you can’t see it, but there’s a wicked smirk on langley’s face- obviously taking pleasure in her actions. she spanks you another three times in quick succession, each hit making you jolt forward on her lap, tears now welling in your eyes. 

smack!

this one is hard- you whine out, and your toes curl. you can feel your cunt getting wet, though you desperately wish that she wouldn’t notice. a tear slides down your cheek, feeling your ass burn as she rubs her cool hand over you. 

“m-more, please…” you whimper quietly, but she still hears it. 

she clicks her tongue. “needy.” she mocks, raises her hand, and delivers the hardest hit yet. both the slap and the scream that leaves your mouth echo through the office. you’re finally fully crying now, choked sobs escaping your lips as she squeezes your ass hard. the pain stings, but it makes you drip over her lap. 

without missing a beat, she pushes your legs openly slightly and swipes a couple of fingers through your cunt. 

“already so wet.” she says. “that’s pathetic, you know? it’s supposed to hurt- unless you’re just a little painslut.” she snickers, and reaches for something from her hip. you barely get to turn around and look before you feel it- cool metal, pressed against your warm pussy. 

you immediately try to squirm away, but she holds you down in place. “relax, the chamber’s empty. it’s just a reminder not to mess up again, hm?” she rubs the barrel over your clit slowly, making your hips jerk in her hold. 

“ mmfph- b-but- ” 

“don’t lie to me. i can see how wet you are.” she teases your entrance with the tip of the gun. “cry for me more.” she says, and pushes the gun into you ever so slowly. 

she’s kind enough to let you take it inch by inch, aided by the slick that keeps pouring from your cunt. you moan out with every movement, clenching around the thick barrel that slowly worms its way into you. it’s cold against your warm walls, and she strokes your back tauntingly. 

“good slut… take it all in…” she whispers, and manages to push the gun halfway in before stopping. your legs are trembling, drool dripping out of the corner of your mouth- onto her couch. the barrel is snug in your wet cunt that’s aching for an orgasm. 

“maybe this’ll teach you.” langley chastises as she begins to thrust her gun slowly. whines and whimpers spill from your mouth, trying not to cum immediately around the thick barrel. the thrill of having such a deadly weapon up your cunt arouses you to no end- and langley knows it too. 

she twists her weapon inside you, allowing you to feel the ridges of her gun against your walls. each motion of her wrist making you thrust your hips backward to meet the cold steel of her gun. 

“i’m- gonna cum.” you cry out, not wanting to cum without her permission. thankfully, you won’t be- she’s already decided that.

“i can tell. you’re enjoying this too much.” she muses. your orgasm is close- so close, but she needs to remind you that you’re not here to enjoy yourself too much. just as you’re about to soil her gun with your release, she swiftly pulls it out of you- leaving your cunt squeezing nothing but the cold air, high dying down slowly as you desperately try to chase the feeling of the weapon inside you.

“n-no, please, please ! wanted to cum, so bad.” you cry out, squeezing your thighs together, but it’s not of much use.

she laughs, tapping the wet tip of the gun on your twitching cunt. “not yet. you’re not here to have fun.” she chuckles again, putting her gun aside. “that’s enough of that. i’ll have to clean it later.” she feigns annoyance. 

“ah… hic! i’ll clean it for you later, if you want- hic! but please, need to cum…” you trail off, hiccups interrupting your sentence as your legs spread open shakily. 

“i’ll think about it.” langley says nonchalantly, gloved fingers now prodding at your sensitive pussy. she gathers slick from your cunt and rubs it between her fingers, lubing them up. without missing a beat, she pushes them into you, making you whine at the feeling of being full again. 

she curls her fingers against that spongy spot inside you skillfully, watching you squirm as little “uh, uh”s fall from your parted lips. she knows exactly where to strike- trying to elicit the most delicious reactions from you. 

you can feel your orgasm surging up once more, hoping that this time she’ll allow you to cum all over her glove. “ please, ” you beg, wiggling your hips, trying to get her to push her fingers all the way into your cunt. she laughs at you, striking your ass a couple of times to feel you clench around her.

“you look adorable when you’re crying for me.” she sighs out, making your cheeks redder than they already are. “cry more, will you?” 

just as she says that, she pulls her fingers out of you, ripping away your orgasm once more. your body attempts to curl itself up in her lap, cunt twitching at its loss once again. you pant heavily, trying to hump greedily against her thigh, clit twitching against the fabric of her skirt. you cry noisily while your pussy dampens her clothes. 

“so dirty… so noisy.” she chides, grabbing your body and manhandles you around, making you squeak as she props you upright. she positions her fingers upright on her lap. “ride them. don’t you want to cum?” she coos mockingly. 

head fogged, you oblige, and lift your hips and lower yourself on her fingers. though still, they hit much deeper, gravity aiding your movements as she hums in approval. 

“cum like this.” she orders, spurring you on to bounce on her fingers harder. you approach your peak quickly, just by watching the smirk on her face. 

“m-may i?” you stutter out, voice wracked by pants and whines. 

“go ahead.”

with her permission, you slam yourself all the way down on her fingers, finally cumming all over her hand and lap. 

“ f-fuckk-kkkk… ” you whimper, rolling your hips. as your eyes roll back into your head, you think that you’re done and satisfied- but langley just so happens to disagree. before you can move to get off of her fingers, she decides to thrust them upward- the sudden movement making you fall forward onto her. 

“ah, ah- it’s too much, too much!” you cry out, feeling her fingers move once more inside your already sensitive pussy. she pays no mind to your cries, instead, leans forward to bite into your sweat-covered neck. 

langley sucks- hard- a reminder for the near future- one that you’d see in the mirror every morning. it makes you groan as she continues pistoning her fingers in and out of you. the oversensitivity brings you so close, but you’re too dazed out to ask for permission to cum this time. no matter, she won’t interrupt your pretty crying and the tears that stain her shirt.

her thumb furiously rubs circles on your clit, making you cry even more. 

“ cum. ” the order is short and sweet, and you cum again- squirting over her lap. her fingers curl gently now, helping you ride out your high. your jaw is slack as your toes curl, and your arms lock up around her neck. your orgasm lasts for a few minutes, and she keeps her fingers inside you throughout.

langley’s thigh is soaked by the time you’re finished. she moves you off her lap gently, laying you down on the couch while standing up, watching as your squirt drips down her leg. she leans over to pat your cheek a few times. 

“there’s a shower attached to this room. join me when you’re ready.”

you nod slowly, trying to regain strength in your limbs. 

“perhaps i should make you grind on my boot the next time you mess up.”

[amphibiahawks321]

Langley from ptn please

[Langley sat behind her desk, legs crossed–Reading reports, tapping her fingers on the desk]

[Y/N stepping in the room, shutting the door behind him a bit... Too quickly]

M!Reader : You... called for me?

[Langley's eyes stare at him—at first cold from staring at the reports only for it to falter to a... Smirk]

Langley : Took you long enough...

[Y/N Chuckles nervously]

M!Reader : I had to make it look like I wasn’t running to your office like a lovesick idiot, y’know...

[Langley tapping her desk harder–Signalling for him to come closer]

Langley : Yet you close the door a bit too quickly...

[Y/N stepping forward–scratching the back of his neck]

M!Reader : Guess I’m not very good at hiding how much I want to see you, huh?

[Langley stepping closer towards Y/N]

M!Reader : Chuckles... I guess I really need to–.....!?

[Y/N jolts as he felt a hand flatly laying itself onto his chest–Langley staring at him with a wider smirk and a dangerous expression]

Langley : Still so sensitive...

[Y/N stares at her as he's already blushing]

Langley : Oh don't worry, I like that about you...

[Langley using her other hand to hold a strong grip onto his chin–Yet gently caressing his cheek]

Langley : I’ve been waiting for this moment all day... to have you just like this—close... And I trust that you haven't told anyone about our... Meetings...

[Y/N clears his throat–Still stuttering from Langley gentle caressing]

M!Reader blushing : U-Uhh... Yea-Yeah! Of course!

Langley : Chuckles... Good boy...

M!Reader blushing : ....I'm guessing this isn't about a missing report....

[shrimshrim4fun]

She’s the type to put her hat on your head out of nowhere. Taking her hat and placing it lightly on your head while you’re heading out or just lightly dozing off. Though it’s not like how cowboys put their hat on their partner, it’s similar. It amuses them that you walk around with their large hat on your head as people look at you. She’ll shrug it off as if it’s nothing if you ask her but deep down she likes how it is some sort of “claim” over you, letting others know that you already have a significant other

Jade, Constance, Langley, Lady Pearl, Tennant

Honorable mention: Lady Dimitrescu (you could probably sleep in it)

[schilders]

9:32 p.m. | a moment with langley.

langley x reader (fem) 1.3k words content: smut, pet names, collars, langley calls reader pet, reader calls langley miss, shoe riding, inappropriate use of langley's cane note: no proofread, and langley makes me nervous

“look at you,” she purrs, tapping her cane against the ground between your legs. “a complete and utter mess, and I haven't even touched you yet.”

she clicks her tongue, tapping the inside of your knee, and you listen obediently, spreading your legs just a tad bit wider.

come meet me in my office.

this is not what you expected when she told you that. but you weren't going to question her, especially not with her position. you'd be a fool to do that. besides who were you to disobey? you wouldn't even if she weren't in a position of power.

“miss. . .?” your voice is quiet, small.

raising a finely plucked brow, langley looks down at you with curiosity, the tip of her cane trailing the inside of your thigh, making you shiver. “hm?”

“will you. . .” licking your lips, you look up at her before diverting your attention, unable to hold her intense gaze. “will you t-touch me?”

when she asked for you, you expected it had something to do with your latest trip to eastside. you had come in contact with someone high-profile. so no alarm bells went off when she asked you to visit her in her office.

you weren't expecting her to tell you to strip down in front of her. and you really weren't expecting her to collar you.

her lips quirk at your request, sliding her cane slightly to the left, resting carefully between your folds.

a shuddering breath leaves you, eyes fluttering shut as you fight the urge to press into the end of the cane, to feel it against your most sensitive spot.

“want me to touch you, pet?”

you nod furiously, the small tag on the collar jingling with the motion. “please, miss.” and you don't know when you started calling her miss, the name having slipped out before you could stop yourself. she doesn't seem to mind, though. if she did, she hasn't said anything. if anything, she seems to bask in it.

“do you think you deserve it?” she asks, slipping her cane between your folds with a small squelch, the end of it immediately pressing against your clit, and you jerk forward at the contact. she holds the pressure there, carefully sliding the cane up and down your slit. “tell me.”

you nod again, wincing when she taps your swollen bud, hips twitching to sink into the touch. “i-ive been good.” and you have, you've obeyed every command thus far. no questions asked.

“you have, haven't you?” she murmurs, continuing the stroking motion of her cane. your legs are spreading wider, allowing her better access. “alright then.”

and you nearly choke at her words, eyes widening slightly. though you nearly make a mistake, fingers twitching by your side as you almost reach out for her. you asked her to touch you, not the other way around. so you wait like the obedient pet you are.

pulling her cane back, you whimper at the loss of contact only to quiet down when she steps in front of you, one gloved hand reaching out to grasp your chin, forcing you to look up at her.

even though it wasn't the touch you were expecting, you still melt into her palm, lashes fluttering softly when she swipes her thumb across your bottom lip.

her foot slides between your spread legs, stopping just shy of your heat. her next words make heat shoot straight to your core, jaw falling slack. “ride my boot.”

it wasn't a suggestion, but rather a command. one you were bound to obey lest you get in trouble.

“c-can i touch you, too?” you'd need her, wanting to hold on for support as you did as she asked. plus you just wanted to feel the soft flesh of her thighs underneath her skirt.

you wondered if she's had anyone else in here, like this. you were assessed to be a b-rank sinner. what was someone like you doing in her office?

you can see her think it over for a moment, head tilting this way then that, dragging the toe of her boot through the mess that's gathered between your legs. “cum first, then you can touch me.”

her words hit you straight in the gut, arousal flooding your entrance, shining on her boot.

since she wasn't going to let you touch her, you followed along with her words and planted both palms against the floor, dragging your cunt across her boot, your engorged clit squishing against the material.

“o-oh,” a breathy moan escapes you when you do it again, eyes rolling shut as you tilt your head back in pure pleasure. your fingers itch to touch her, to use her leg as an anchor to ground yourself while you rode her boot.

“good girl,” she purred.

the praise has you whimpering, looking up at her with glassy eyes as you build a steady pace, cunt rolling across the arch of her boot. you could feel the arousal dripping from your core, and you imagine her boot must be a mess. you'd check, but you're too focused on the way she holds your gaze.

“‘m. . .” your words slur, saliva gathering in your mouth as you struggle to swallow, hips jerking against her foot. the drag of your clit against the smooth leather has you mewling, eyes clenching shut as you approach your orgasm. “‘m so close.”

“is that right?” she hums, tapping your side with her cane, making you flinch. you nod for the third time, fingers curling into fists against the floor. “show me the mess you can make.”

and you redouble your efforts. jaw falling slack when you hear the lewd noises the drag of your pussy makes against her boot. it has you shuddering, inhaling deeply.

the feeling in your belly coils tighter, arousal dripping from your cunt as you slide along, hole spasming around nothing. you wonder if she had a strap. and if she'd bend you over her desk and fu—

the thought has your hips stuttering, clit catching on the toe of her boot as you come undone, cream gushing from your entrance as you shake. the force of your orgasm has you forgetting all about her words, your hands coming up to grip her leg, fingers digging into the exposed flesh of her thigh.

langley says nothing and instead lets you ride out your high, your warm breath washing over her leg.

as the aftershocks wrack your body, her finger dips between your neck and collar, forcing you to look up at her. your eyes are hazy, irises swallowed whole by your pupils. she tugs on the collar, and you wince, eyes threatening to fall shut.

“on the desk.”

“w-what?” her words confuse your scrambled mind, trying to make sense of what she just said. while her words process in your brain, you watch with delayed movements as she takes her hat off, depositing it on the desk.

“do i need to repeat myself?” her tone is short, eyebrow raised as she looks down at you, her blonde hair framing her face, and you think she’s the prettiest woman you’ve ever seen.

you shake your head, trying to think of what she just demanded of you.

on the desk.

your breath hitches, mouth falling slack. it takes your mind a moment to catch up, and you’re scrambling to detach yourself from her leg. “yes, miss.” the breathlessness of your voice takes you by surprise, but you don’t care to dwell on it. not when langley is about to take you on her desk.

the feel of her cane sliding up the length of your spine makes you shiver, looking over your shoulder at her, your eyes hazy and unfocused. licking your lips, you open your mouth to speak only to be interrupted by a knock at the door, your eyes widening.

“well,” she huffs out a small laugh, eyeing the door as the person on the other side continued to knock. “guess you’ll have to be quiet, pet.”