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Rewarding Loyalty

Harmony Cobel x Helena Eagan x Reader

Sapphic Severance Week 2025 - Day 2: Loyalty

Summary: The company deems you should be rewarded. All rewards of this nature are to be overseen by an Eagan and, as your mentor, Ms. Cobel will be the one to administer it.

Or, Ms. Cobel fucks you in front of Ms. Eagan.

Tags: dubious consent, power imbalance, mentor/mentee, fingering, voyeurism, praise kink, inexperienced reader

Words: 1.5k

Author's Note: By the company, I do mean Helena asjsjndnd. The idea hit me and then I wrote this in one sitting. Enjoy <3

Reader is wearing a skirt and panties.

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You follow Ms. Cobel, your mentor at Lumon Industries, as she walks to Ms. Eagan’s office. All Ms. Cobel has told you so far is that you’re to be rewarded for your loyalty to the company, and that Ms. Eagan will be overseeing it.

Ms. Cobel knocks on Ms. Eagan’s door and you take a deep breath. You’ve never been summoned to her personal office before and it’s nerve-racking. You can’t even enjoy the beautiful view the floor-to-ceiling windows offer.

“Come in,” Ms. Eagan’s smooth voice says.

Ms. Cobel holds the door open for you, a new experience, and you nervously step inside. Ms. Eagan is sitting behind her desk, wearing a pleasant smile. One you’ve seen in countless photos. Strangely, there’s a table in front of her placed perpendicularly to her desk. Since it’s in the spot you would normally stand when talking in Ms. Cobel’s office, you awkwardly stop next to it.

Ms. Cobel closes the door behind you and stands of to the side. You shoot her a nervous glance but her expression has yet to change. It rarely does.

“I would like to personally congratulate you on your efforts yesterday,” Ms. Eagan says.

“It’s what anyone would have done, ma’am,” you say meekly.

“Unfortunately not,” she says.

 You aren’t sure how to respond and you send Ms. Cobel another glance. She now has her hands clasped together in front of her. You copy the stance.

“Loyalty is always rewarded at Lumon,” Ms. Eagan says continues. “Sit on the table.”

“The…table?” you ask hesitantly.

“We wouldn’t want Ms. Cobel to kneel on the hard floor, now would we?” Ms. Eagan says with that same pleasant smile.

You have no idea why Ms. Cobel would need to kneel on the floor but you shake your head and obediently move to sit on the table. Bizarrely, Ms. Cobel guides you to sit on the edge facing the window, leading you to have to turn your head to look at Ms. Eagan. Your legs hang in the air and you cross your legs. Half to keep some semblance of professionalism and half so you don’t accidentally flash Ms. Cobel.

“Look at me,” Ms. Cobel says and you do immediately.

She steps closer, her skirt brushing your knees. Your hands flex in your lap. She’s rarely this close, despite your own desires, and she isn’t holding anything. What could the reward possibly be?

One hand hooks under the knee of the leg you’ve crossed on top. She gently lifts it and uncrosses your legs. You let her. Ms. Cobel will sometimes move you around when you’re in the way and not quite getting the clue. Your excitement when it comes to observing can make you a little oblivious to anything else. You don’t think too much of it, even with Ms. Eagan watching, until her hand dips under the edge of your skirt.

“Ms. Cobel!” you half-gasp, half-protest as you grab onto her hand and stop her.

“Settle down.”

You gape at her. This is not you getting too excited about a result, and yet she’s giving you that exact expression.

“Place your hands on the table,” Ms. Eagan commands.

Your head snaps to look at her and embarrassment floods through you as you realise what she just saw. Then you process what she said. Your eyes flicker nervously between her and Ms. Cobel but you do as she says. You’d never disobey the next in line for Lumon, let alone Kier’s heir. Ms. Cobel places her hands on your knees and gently opens your legs again. 

You can’t say you’ve never thought about her touching you. There’s rarely a night where you don’t daydream, in the safety of your bed, of what your mentor would be like if she touched you. But Ms. Cobel is so professional you had never dreamed of it becoming a reality. And your boss touching you like this is meant to be wrong isn’t it? Yet the head of the company is in the room, watching as your boss touches you however she likes.

You hold your breath as one hand creeps under your skirt. It’s an effort not to close your legs again as she gets closer to your wet heat but you manage. You still startle when her fingers brush against your panties. You squeeze the desk tighter when she finds the wet spot forming on it. Her fingers circle the spot and you have to swallow a whimper. Her fingers are right above your entrance.

“You are free to express yourself,” Ms. Eagan says.

You twitch. Her smooth voice combined with Ms. Cobel’s fingers on you is almost too much. Your eyes flick to her for a moment but quickly skitter away when you see where she’s looking. It’s not at your face.

“This is a reward,” Ms. Cobel says. You meet her eyes and the slight approval there as you opening your legs wider. “Enjoy it.”

She makes it sound so simple that you nod. She pulls your panties aside and runs her fingers through your dripping folds. A shiver runs up your spine. She gathers your wetness for a moment before nudging at your entrance.

“You’ve done so well,” Ms. Cobel says.

Your breath catches in your throat. 

“Yes,” Ms. Eagan agrees, “You’re performance has been highly-rated.”

There’s a slight expression shift in Ms. Cobel’s face but you can’t quite read it. You also can’t bring yourself to look at Ms. Eagan with your mentor’s fingers almost inside of you. 

Ms. Cobel circles your entrance one last time before carefully pushing two fingers inside. You whine quietly when she doesn’t stop until she’s three knuckles deep.

“You’re taking your reward well,” Ms. Cobel says, lower this time. “You’re behaving perfectly.”

Another whine escapes you, this one sounding closer to a whimper, and you squirm slightly on her still fingers. They move and you gasp as they begin to slide out of you. You try to open your legs wider, a needy sound escaping you, when you think she’s going to pull out all the way. You moan when she pushes back inside instead. Her pace remains slow and steady. It’s a struggle not to grind down on her fingers, not to beg for more.

“Express yourself,” Ms. Cobel says firmly and her thumb finds your clit.

You press into her hand eagerly as your head tilts back with a moan. You stop trying to hold back. You’ve been given leave to enjoy the reward as you will, so you do. You moan as Ms. Cobel fucks you and whimper when she swipes firmly with her thumb over your clit and try to grind down on her fingers every time they’re completely inside of you. Ms. Eagan would have faded into the background if it weren’t for the sound of her breathing. It’s gotten unsteadier and louder with every noise you make. 

You turn your head and force your eyes open. Her eyes are stuck to where Ms. Cobel’s hand disappears under your skirt. One of her own hands has disappeared below the desk and you swear you can see her arm moving. You buck harder into Ms. Cobel’s hand.

“See what your good behaviour does?” Ms. Cobel asks, too quietly for Ms. Eagan to hear. You nod hurriedly, nails digging into the wood of the desk as you get close to your high. “Such a good thing.”

You cry out as you come, clinging to the desk desperately as Ms. Cobel guides you through it. A stifled moan comes from the direction of Ms. Eagan’s desk and you have to lean on Ms. Cobel for support as you shudder around her. 

You slowly relax into her as your high leaves you, forehead against her shoulder. The lingering tingles making your legs weak. You only straighten up when she pulls her fingers away. She pulls a handkerchief out of her pocket and you watch with slight mortification, and a hint of longing, as she wipes her hand clean. Ms. Eagan is entirely composed when you look over at her, both hands back in front of her on the desk.

You smooth out your skirt nervously. Your hands are slightly sore from how hard you were clinging to the desk. Ms. Cobel steps back and gestures for you to get down. You do, leaning on the table at first to make sure your weak legs won’t embarrass you.

“Do not speak of this reward outside of these walls,” Ms. Eagan says. “It does little to make the other workers jealous.”

“Jealousy is not a virtue Kier holds dear,” Ms. Cobel concurs.

You nod. It was doubtful that you would without the warning (how would you even begin?) but now you’ll be sure to mind your tongue.

“Thank you, Ms. Eagan,” you turn to your mentor but you can’t quite meet her eyes. “Thank you, Ms. Cobel.”

Ms. Cobel brushes the back of her fingers against your cheek, just for a moment.

“You’re very welcome.”

You’re Mine

Helena Eagan x Reader

Summary: Helly kisses what isn’t hers. Helena needs to remind you exactly who you belong to.

Tags: strap-on, hair pulling, rough sex, ficlet

Reader is wearing nondescript pants.

Authors note: Helena give me one chance I swear you won’t regret it.

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Helena watches with cold eyes as Helly kisses your innie. Kisses you. The one good thing Helena has that Helly doesn’t.

It doesn’t matter that Helly made friends. That people care about her in a way they never have about Helena. Because Helena has you. You care about her. You see her and you love her and you’re hers. Helly putting her filthy hands on you is something she won’t tolerate.

Helena’s hands are clenched tight enough for her nails to dig into her skin as she stalks out of her office to find you. You’re at the kitchen table, reaching up for something in the cupboard. She doesn’t care what. She walks up behind you, tension in every line of her body, wraps her fingers around your waist and shoves your hips against the counter. You yelp in surprise, catching yourself so you’re already partially bent over for her.

“Helena?” you ask.

There’s only confusion in your voice. No fear or hate or annoyance. She grinds her hips against yours and feels the way you shiver. The stiff strap-on between her thighs was the right choice. Normally, you’re the one to worship her in the bedroom. This will be a rare treat for you.

She wants you to feel the ache as you make your oblivious way around the severed floor tomorrow.

“Did something happen?” you ask, always so concerned for her.

“Quiet,” she says and grips your hair. You submit instantly, letting her pull you into an arch as she devours you with her eyes. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” you say. “Only you.”

Her free hand pulls down your pants while the one in your hair pushes until you’re lying flat. You’re wet enough that she can fill you with one thrust. She isn’t in the mood to give you time to adjust and relishes the way you gasp. She pulls out all the way to the tip before pushing back inside of you. You jolt and moan. Her free hand goes to your hip to keep you still as she fucks into you again.

Her pace is harsh and it isn’t long before she’s pulling you up by your hair again.

“Helena,” you whimper.

She allows a small, greedy sound to escape her.

“Say it again,” she says and tugs at your hair.

“Helena,” you moan.

“Who do you belong to?” she emphasises the question with a rougher thrust of her hips.

“You.”

Helena watches the way you gasp and moan and cling onto the counter. It makes her want to devour you whole but she remains firm in her control. She isn’t an animal.

Instead, she digs her fingers in and watches you slowly fall apart under her. When you start making those little high-pitched noises that mean you’re getting close, she snarls,

“You’re mine.”

“Yours, yours, yours,” you chant in time with her thrusts.

She feels the way you tense and break under her. She lets her nails dig in as she watches you writhe and moan for her. She memorises every twitch as you slowly come down. All this time and she still finds watching you fall apart fascinating.

She doesn’t move again until all that’s left of your orgasm is little shivers wracking your spine. She slowly drags her strap out, noting the way your breath hitches, before just as slowly pushing back in.

“Again?” you ask.

“I want you to feel this tomorrow.”

You nod, taking a deep breath. You slowly cross your wrists at the small of your back. She exhales sharply. Yes, this is exactly what she needs.

victoria neuman fandom if you can hear me please wake up...

general headcanons with helena

— includes sfw and nsft.

dominant bottom!!!!!! she loves to control you when you fuck her and scolds you for not doing it correctly but you have her whining and begging for more.

dates in her lumon office because she’s always there and barely has any time to come visit you when she’s working :( but you both still make the best of it!! she orders you whatever you want, but sometimes you just wanna pack her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and call it dinner.

visiting her at lumon and kinda just following her around like a lost puppy because she’s busy talking to all these people… helena giving you kisses throughout the day to let you know she cares and that she notices you 😓 helena holding your hand under the table because i think she still gets a little anxious 😓😓

sugar mommy lowkey highkey‼️ her favorite thing is buying you expensive lingerie and then ripping it off you because she can just buy you new ones. if you’re in college, you get a private ride to and from class. if you ever want something specific for lunch at work, you get it. doesn’t matter if you’re really craving that place you and her went that is an hour away, you’re getting it asap. she also has an extensive collection of toys for you 😇 (also. calling her mrs eagan in bed.....)

i wrote about this happening to reader, but what about leaving marks on helena before she leaves for “work” 😵‍💫 helly who always finds hickeys on her body and desperately wants to meet her outie partner who’s doing this… slipping your panties into helena’s pocket for helly to find….

speaking of helly, comforting helena after hellys attempt ☹️ you’re horrified when you get to lumon, expecting to pick up your girlfriend like usual, only to see her being ushered out into an ambulance. going to the hospital with her and trying to convince her to resign because you're scared of what helly'll do next...but you also feel for her because she must be so scared in there :( she's only 2 days old 😭😭😭😭 just taking care of helena until she eventually goes back!!! making her stay at YOUR shitty apartment and making her breakfast in bed because you could've lost her and you just need to dote on her so much ☹️ she def makes fun of you for being so clingy but you know her ass loves it....

also thinking about how she replayed that kiss with her and mark.....you KNOW she's so touch starved 😖😖 she constantly needs to be touching you. she loves kissing you randomly and loves words of assurance :( she's so sappy but feels awkward being all lovey-dovey because she's not used to it.

helena who would stare hard at you and not talk when you first met because she was nervous about getting feelings for you (didn't work lolz). you thought she hated you until Mr. Drummond summoned you and took you to helena's office, telling you to have a good date with her before leaving you two alone. at this point, there Were some feelings and unspoken words between you two, and you made a joke about her being too conceited to ask you on her own which got her into talking about Kier 🙄 you love how passionate she is though and definitely kissed her first because she was rambling too much

giving helena head under her desk 😋 especially while she's talking to someone important like the Board :) or just giving her head after a stressful day and holding her hands down because she's impatient and hates how slow you're going. or being her deskpet and doing whatever she says!!! strapwarming her and she ends up fucking you on the table because of the noises you keep making and also she just can't control herself @__@

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HER ★ GIRL | Victoria Neuman x Fem Reader

Summary: You're having an affair with Vice President Victoria Neuman, and you're her star girl.

Cw: Secret affair, Smut/NSFW(18+), “light” dom/sub dynamic, spanking mentioned, slight hair-pulling kink (Vic), hinted pain kink(Vic), escorting mentioned (r), desk sex, Strap-on(R receiving), cum licking, cum handkerchief used as a gag, this is straight up filth tbh, angst, secret mutual pining, not much dialogue

A/N: Inspired by a post I saw by @princesssmars, I couldn't stop thinking about it. This was supposed to be like 200 words but i literally couldn’t stop writing omg I need her.

Barley proofread (sorry for any spelling or grammar errors, I wrote and "checked" this in one sitting)

V.N Masterlist

wc: 1.9k +

You quickly became Neuman’s star girl.

You undoubtedly stood out from all the other girls Victoria would hire for nights of lustful fun, she fell in love with the sight of you working between her legs while tucked under her desk while she worked.

She’s still locked in on the memory of you two a few nights ago, she remembers the contrast of her quiet office being disturbed by her loud broken moans coming from her widened lips as your pillowy mouth has been tightly latched on her leaky cunt for the past hour, your jaw hurt but you didn’t care since you love her taste as much she loves yours.

Your forehead is lightly coated in sweat from the lost time you’ve spent on your knees, while your ass is stuck out and lightly colored pink from the spanking she enjoyed dishing out to you earlier.

She’d have you snuck in after hours by her most trusted guards, She can now easily recognize your speedy footsteps “discreetly” rushing down the echoey hallway by the clinking that comes the designer shoes she’d send you as a ‘thanks’ for your hard work. She’s already wet, daydreaming about what the night has to offer, she can see it now. You both slick with sweat taking turns making each other cum again and again.

She’s so hungry for you, that she doesn’t even have the patience to start your routine of normal small talk. Or even start by telling you how sexy you look in the skimpy lace dress you picked out for her to take off, she simply slams the door shut and pushes you against it immediately finding the waistband of your underwear, dipping her desperate finger to toy with your throbbing cunt.

“You miss me?” she teases under her breath, earning a sloppy nod from you. She drops to her knees pulling your thin panties down your long soft legs and throws them aside while you bunch up your dress to look down at her, she grabs your leg slinging it over her shoulder.

“Not used to seeing me on my knees huh? you get special treatment tonight hun” Her voice is laced with arousal. She wastes no time before diving into your hungry cunt and latching her mouth on your raised clit — sucking and licking the bud, she ignores your whines and continues to press her face into you more, becoming pussy drunk from your aroma.

She pulls back to look up at your messy state and meets your drowsy eyes with her starved ones, her pink lips covered with your slick. She motions you to bend down to suck on the two fingers she has held up so she can use them to move your wetness around before thrusting them inside your tightness to be greeted by your warmth.

She continues to ignore your wails and starts fucking you faster, drinking in the feel of you tightening around her digits, the lewd sounds of your sopping cunt being stuffed relentlessly by her snug fingers makes her cunt drip. Your slick begins to trickle down her working hands as she greedily licks the trail up, ending up back at your raised clit that’s poked up from between your glistening folds.

Her warm lips wrap around your clit once more earning a pitchy whimper from you, her mean taunting eyes cutting back at you as her movements intensify.

Pummeling her pumping fingers inside of you, repetitively hitting the soft spongy spot lodged in your squirming cunt.

Her sucking intensifies, the speed of her fingers drive you crazy as you begin to sluggishly thrash against the thick white door your body is pushed against, your hand begins to wonder from its current spot on your hard nipples and finds its way into her thick hair — lightly pulling on it as your pointy heel slightly digs into her back, gaining a deep growl from her.

It all became too much. The pounding from her fingers, her mouth latched on your clit sucking hard, and the sound of your drenched cunt filling the room drove you over the edge. Your cunt begins to spasm around her — you feel her smirking against you, your cries become louder and she takes no initiative to quiet you down.

Your vision goes blurry and your knees slightly dip as you climax, her movements slow down but don’t completely stop —letting you ride your orgasm out, your body still slightly jerking as you’re still coming back down to normal. Your grip on her hair softens as she pulls her fingers out, tasting her girl on them before standing up with a proud grin on her face.

She pulls a handkerchief out of her all-black suit to wipe your residue off her face. She grabs your jaw and forces it to open with her thumb, stuffing the cloth in your mouth.

“Bend over the desk” she firmly spits out, your legs still weak from the rough play she previously displayed on your cunt with no mercy. You wobble over to her desk trying to ignore the feeling of your cum smudged between your legs, you can feel her staring while you do as you're told — bending over her dark wooden desk.

Your tongue gently toys with the cloth lodged in your mouth in anticipation, you hear the sound of her dress pants being unzipped and kicked off amongst ripping and clicks. Your hands begin to instinctively pull your dress up to have it pool by your waist, then find themselves behind your back waiting for her next move. You feel her come up behind you, slowly rubbing your ass with her soft hands before pulling it further apart — prodding her index finger at your soaked hole once more.

“Gooood” she praises, and without teasing she pushes in making you widen your legs even more, your whines become muffled by the makeshift gag which only intensifies in pitch as she slips her index finger out and adds her second finger, scissoring them to stretch you out.

Your legs grow weaker from pleasure, feeling that familiar build in the pit of your stomach. She gently pulls her fingers from you as you feel the tip of a condom that’s placed on her fake cock at your entrance, you begin to wonder how many nameless working girls she fucked with it.

The jealous thought is shoved from your fucked out brain as she doesn’t even give you any time to get used to the size of her cock before fully thrusting it into your soaked cunt, “Fuck” she whimpers behind you.

The feeling of her cock easily slipping in and out of you as she begins to slam harder into you, your ass meeting the base of her strap just riles her up even more.

The gentle knocking of her clit against the strap makes her more wet than she has been all night, she looks down at your hands behind your back as you lay over her desk getting fucked out by her.

She takes in the sight of your face contorting in pleasure while the cloth gag shyly peaks out from your mouth, taking one of her hands to grab yours that's placed on your back and her other by your face to add more force behind her thrusts.

You love being fucked senseless like this by her, your eyes can’t help but roll over as the squelching from your cunt is the loudest thing in the room.

Only she can fuck you like this.

You feel yourself leaking onto her desk below you and you can’t help but smirk at the messiness from tonight's activities, she bends her mouth down to your ears while her thrusting doesn’t slow down not one bit. God you love this.

She whispers in your ear about how good you are at taking her cock, she praises and mocks you before asking if you want to cum. You desperately nod and whine as she somehow starts to pound into you harder and faster than she’s done all night, you hear her breathing pick up as her little whimpers grow louder at your ear. This speeds your orgasm up as you can tell hers isn't far behind.

The tight coil in your stomach starts to build up with a burn as you can feel yourself close to another promised orgasm, you let out one last cry of pleasure before cumming hard around her.

Your tight cunt clamping and gushing around her cock as she’s cumming with you, you feel her hips stutter as her climax fills her senses. She thrusts a few more times before completely pulling out of you. You weakly moan out at the empty feeling.

You lay there for a second before feeling her mouth behind you fixed on your cunt again, cleaning you up. She pulls away and stands back up “You did good” she lipped, her voice still breathy from cumming.

She turns you around to take in your disordered state of watery eyes, and slight drool swimming in the corner of your mouth. ‘Pretty’ she thinks to herself. She gently pulls you from the desk and takes the makeshift gag out of your mouth, tossing it aside to kiss you.

This takes you back as this isn’t something she does very often, you both tiredly moan into each other's mouth before she pulls back to look over your shoulder at her desk. You turn to see what she’s looking at and see a small patch of your arousal on it.

“Lick. it. up.” she teasingly said, you voluntarily walked back over to the spot you previously lied on – doing what she instructed. Licking up your liquids, which came with a hint of embarrassment, ‘there’s so much’ you think to yourself, you can feel her brown-eyes gaze burning a hole through you.

After the spot is licked clean you find yourself back on your feet waiting for any more instructions she has to give, she puts her pants back on and puts away her toy and you can’t help but watch her walk to her black chair behind her “tidy” desk she just fucked you on, as she-man spreads before patting her now dressed thigh.

You confidently stride to sit on her leg as she pulls out her checkbook and metal black and gold pen and begins to write your payment for tonight's events, part of you wants to tell her that it isn't necessary and that these past nights that you spend with her no longer feel like work and you love how she makes you feel.

But the other part of you knows that she’s not one for having girls stick around, she likes to have them in and out. You’re the only one she’s ever had repetitively. The second she gets an inkling that they have feelings, they end up never seeing her again.

As someone in her political position, these paid nightly pursuits would destroy her career, so you quietly sink into yourself while watching her write out commas and numbers – forcing any pining after her to quiet down inside you.

She rips the check out with a tight-lip smile, you look at the long roll of numbers and stand up – walking over to put it in the pocket of the long black coat you came in with. You hear her punch in numbers on her black phone on her desk calling for her guards to come and pick you up.

She hangs up with a click before walking over to take you to the door she had previously fucked you against. She helps you put your coat on before giving you away to her guards, the familiar sound of your heels clinking against the white marble floors of the hallway fills her ears once more, as she dreadfully watches you walk away from her.

Again.

A/n: Very nervous to post this but thank you for reading. Pls reblog if you enjoyed it!

you know about Reno Sweeney? The one played by Patti in Anything Goes!!!! so I was think abt something like about her having a forbidden relationship w reader so bad😫😫 like r is married to some rich man (who doesn't give a fuck abt her) and she is a secret lesbian like Reno (a smut one bc i'm feeling a little 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 abt the all patti lupone thing), sorry if its a bad one, I really bad at english 💀

also really love ur content!! hope ur don't forget abt Kathy Pizazz too✨️

Of course I know about our fabulous queen. She is a sweetie. Thank you so much for your compliment, I really apricate it. If I do get a request for Kathy I'll add her to the Patti list 💜

I need you, not him (Reno Sweeney x reader)

Tag list (If you wanna be tagged for all Patti fics lemme know) - @macnbriee @damagnificentcookie @mgruiz @delusionaforolderwomen @emilynissangtr

Warnings - Smut and angst

A small hum left your lips as you fixed your hair, a mess from the after the night's events. It had been a spectacular night. Past few days even! Your husband had gone to a business meeting in a near by town. Leaving you free to do as you pleased. You wiped away of smudged lipstick and thought for a moment. He'd be back by tomorrow morning. Earlier then he said and ruining your plans. Coming out of the bathroom, Reno's browed furrowed as she saw you were tidying yourself up. Were you leaving already? But it was so early into the night. Approaching you, her hands wrapped around your torso. Relaxing into her an embrace, you smiled fondly and closed your eyes. The ginger woman snuggled into your neck, squeezing her dark brown eyes shut. Taking in your scent. You turned to face her, forcing her to pull back. "Raul is coming home tomorrow morning, I have to go." You smiled weakly, strained. 

Her eyes narrowed and she clutched your hand. She didn't want you to go. She was starting  to grow sick of this pattern. Of you slipping through her grasp. "Please don't." She whispered, hurt. Since your husband had been away, she had grown so used to having you so close all time. Everything was so perfect without him. She resented you for making her care so much. Your smile became thin and your hand went to her cheek. What were you to do? Stuck in a loveless marriage with a despicable man. You scanned her face and bit the inside of your cheek. Her dark eyes softened as she saw your inner battle playing on your face.  

"You know that I have to, Reno." Your whisper hung in the air, cracking. It hurt her. Why couldn't you just see what she saw? That the two of you could be happy together.  "I'll see you on Saturday night? Raul is going to visit his but and you have your performance at the nightclub?" Reno glanced over your face only to see your supportive smile. Your eyes of admiration. "And then... After, we can celebrate." You stroked her hair and weaved your fingers through her ginger locks. Your voice echoed in her mind, Your suggestive tone made her tremble. The smaller woman pulled away and wiped her hands on her dressing gown. Putting some distance between you both.  You sighed and stood, walking towards her. Perhaps she was more hurt by your... situation then she ever let on. 

Reno eyed you. Fear struck you as you noticed her subtle tearful expression. Your heart dropped as you heard her next words. "I need you, not him." She turned towards you, her eyes desperate. Stuck in a hard place, You bit your tongue. Your own tears caught in your eyes. "Why can't you see that I love you." She went still as your body clashed against hers. You breathed heavily, embracing the ginger woman. Shaking, Reno's hands went to your back. Leaning against you, the singer rested her head against your neck. You closed your eyes, Breathing in her scent. 

"I love you too, Reno..." You whispered into her ear. Reno pulled away to search you in the eye. As if looking for some kind of deceptions. When she found none, her mouth fell upon yours. Your brows furrowed as you melted into her affections. The redhead pushed you towards the bed as she bit your lower lip. It had lit a spark in her. To hear you finally say those words. You yelp as you landed on her bed. The ginger smiled and climbed onto your hips. Her mouth found yours and you couldn't help but smile fondly into the kiss. Your fingers tangled in her hair as she began to kiss your jaw. Her hands went to your shirt and began to unbutton it. You whimpered as she rolled her hips forwards. Her kisses went to your neck and you pulled her closer. Her breath was hot against your flushed flesh. A rumble left your lips as the ginger woman bite down. Leaving her mark. She didn't care. Your husband could suck it up. You were hers. Not his. A part of her knew that you would most likely cover it with make up but it was nice to think of it. Tugging on her clothes, you spoke. "Take it off, love..." She smirked at your trembling voice. As Reno began to throw off her dressing gown, she sucked a dark red mark on your neck, just above your chest.

Running your hands along her side, your back curved as you let out a moan of pleasure. Reno smiled like a fool as she unclipped your bra. She kissed in between your breath and watched as your breath hitched in need. She trailed her tongue over your stomach. Your hands gripped the bed sheets. As she moved back up to your breast with a click of her tongue. "This look suits you," She groaned as she looked over you. Her eyes darkened as she noticed just how truly desperate you looked. Smiling, she bit at your breast. A part of her wondered where he had touched you. Where his gritty hands had defiled you. She wanted to do it instead. To ruin you. Without warning her lips came down onto yours and your breath hitched into the kiss. As your hands went to the back of her head, the ginger woman placed her hand below and began to rub with your clit. Her feather touches teasing you non-stop. Reno smirked as she felt how soaked you actually were for her. She wasted no time in thrusting two fingers in to your entrance. A sharp gasp left you and Reno watched as your face twisted into a mix of pleasure and pain. Giving you some time to adjust, she went back to your neck. Adding more marked for your husband to find. The dark eyed woman became flustered as you whimpered out her name. 

Your hips bucked into her hand as she began her movements. Her pace was brutal and it made your head spin. With your eyes rolling back, the young woman lowered herself down your body while still working her fingers. Suddenly. you felt her long wet tongue against your entrance. "Good god." You moaned at the ginger's mouth worked wonders on you. Your stomach twisted and fluttered. "Keep going, darling." You urged her on with a cry of need. Reno listened to your plea in kind, her pace speeding up a bit. Tears rolled down your cheeks and Reno hesitated for a moment. Checking that you were alright. "D-don't stop." You whimpered weakly. Your voice shaking. Reno's nails dug into your thighs in an attempt to keep you still. Your own nails scratched the back of her neck. Leaving dark red lines. You bit your lip trying to supress your noise but reno wasn't having it. Her moment's became rougher and you folded. Crying out her name, you threw you head back while your hips thrusted into her palm. Panting, your closed you eyes. Trying come down from your high. Reno guided you through it, her fingers became slower.

She licked her finger's clean making direct eye contact with you as you watched her. You smiled, slightly dazed. "How was that?" She asked curiously. "Better then Raul?" She asked. Your eyes softened and you opened your arms for her. 

Reno didn't need to be asked twice. She frowned into you. Snuggling close. "You're always better then that dim-witted boar of a man, Reno." You whispered against her hair. "Please don't ever doubt that, love." You begged. Stroking her arm, You eyed her and smiled. "How about we make the most of the night... I was reading the other day about some... new things and I'd like to try them on you." You purred causing her cheeks to go red for a moment. 

The ginger woman smiled fondly but shook her head. "Just hold me.." She mumbled after a moment of silence. Your brows furrowed in deep concern. This was unusual for Reno. This sudden vulnerability. The woman was always so much more confident. Your smile went thin and you kissed her forehead. You'd keep her light burning bright. That was your job. "Plus you can surprise me with your tricks on Saturday." Reno chuckled. Stroking her cheek, you nodded. Saturday. 

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UGGHH I personally love these two.

That's all, My darlings. Take my garbage. Reno is such an underrated Queen. I would like to point out that I'm dyslexic so I'm sorry for any mistakes. I'm always reading the comments and looking for your thoughts and taking them into account and they help a lot with motivation.

If we want more Reno let me knowww

Lot's of love and I hope to see you in the future! 💜

(Remember to continue to thank and praise Patti Lupone in our prayers)

no thoughts just lesbianism & patti lupone

okay it’s been long enough where are the lee harker x reader fics???

*repost several times*

tumblr is basically a gay bar in a mental institute

WHAT ABT LADY JANE?

I'm asking for some cuteness with Lady Jane and some smut, let your creativity flow! take your time in this.

Moments In The Woods

Lady Jane x bounty hunter!Reader

A/n: I definitely took my time with this, I'm so sorry 🤣 Fluffy, with a hint of smut (I've been hitting a huge block with smut, so I'm terribly sorry if this wasn't what you were looking for 🥹).

"Won't a fire alert them to where we are?"

"Well since we're not anywhere near them, no."

Despite all of it however, as you watched her pull herself back standing and brush off the dirt from her knees, there's nowhere else you'd rather be.

Her blunt tone made you scoff, and you fell back into silence as she stoked the fire to life, crouched down on her knees to blow into the barely lit embers. Darkness had rapidly fallen on surrounding forest, she too focused on the hunt and you too focused on her to notice.

Lady Jane had taken you under her wing a few months back, an outbreak from the camps proving to be a bit too difficult to handle on her own. Instead of having to share majority of the profits with another skilled Bounty Hunter, she'd taken on you, freshly inducted and thoroughly clueless as to what you'd gotten yourself into. The first bit was rough, bordering uncomfortable, as Lady Jane wasn't used to someone "lagging along", but over time she'd grown rather fond of you, your ability to pick things up quickly and humurous wit endearing her to you. Now here you sat, shivering slightly on a half-fallen log in the middle of god-knows-where as she attempted to get some sort of dinner started.

She slumped down beside you, exhaustion from the long trek finally settling in, and she thunked her head into your shoulder, trusting you to keep an eye out for any threats so she could rest a moment. The fire crackled and popped before you, the lively dance of the flames soothing the chill that permeated the air, and you nearly thought Jane had accidentally fallen asleep momentarily until she spoke.

"You've been far away today little bird. What's got your tongue?"

"It's getting harder and harder to track them, and they seem to be getting more resourceful. Aren't you ever worried we might be on the losing side now?"

The nickname made you smile. It had come about after another hunter referred to you as "Lady Jane's awkward fledgling"; at first she'd teased you, but had since continued to use it as a term of endearment throughout your companionship. You idly fidgeted with one of the many thick rings on her hand before clearing your throat to answer her question, nervous of what the answer may be.

She chuckled at that, adjusting herself so she could pull you into her arms and place you comfortably between her legs. Gentle nips and kisses were pressed along your neck and collarbone, and you sighed into the affection.

"I have little to worry about when I have you like this, birdie."

You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing full well the intention behind her words. Sure enough, her hands tickled their way up your hips to the button of your jeans, pausing, waiting-

"Yes."

She grinned at your confirmation, her heart doing "that damned fluttery thing" when you reached over to gently pulled the rings off her fingers for both your comfort. She continued to nip at the space between neck and shoulder, and you let out a pleased huff as the pads of her fingertips gently stroked you, pinching and circling at just the right moments to have you squirming. Normally she tried to keep you quiet, lest your pleas reach unwanted ears, but tonight, as she held you close under the moon, her only desire was to hear you. Your head fell back on her shoulder, a high-pitched whine echoing off the trees as she slipped inside you. Her pace quickened, a small bubble of pride erupting in her chest as you finally came undone, her name tumbling from your lips. She kissed your forehead and cheeks as you attempted to catch your breath, and you couldn't help but chuckle at the self-satisfied smirk she gave you before licking her fingers clean.

"Nothing to worry about indeed."

Larissa Weems

A shot, alpha x alpha, they fuck, cute in the end ig, girls with cocks, valentine's day yaaay

GIF NOT MINE

[ i just need a good omegaverse fic with alpha x alpha (ofc reader and larissa), but i made this. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE ]

Alpha!Larissa x Alpha!Reader!

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Larissa was always expected to choose an omega mate, not just for her family but also for her future. heirs. So it comes as a shock to everyone, including Larissa, when she ends up choosing another alpha to be her mate. Almost every week, Larissa would have a few dates with omegas, but each and every one of them was rejected by her inner alpha. Until one day, Larissa finds her partner during one of these hearings, an anonymous escort for a foreign omega. With the scent of bergamot and sweet tangerines filling Larissa's nostrils, she knows her search is over. She gets up from her chair and walks towards the omega, completely skirting the omega and arriving right in front of the alpha behind her, who stares at her presence with mild surprise. The two stare at each other before Larissa cracks a smile, nodding her head as the other people around her sigh loudly. The only time the principal had to do this, was for her parents.

"May I know my mate's name?"

Larissa asks, waiting anxiously for the other woman's response.

“Y/NL/N, I'm Principal of *you choose* Academy.”

The woman says, returning Larissa's smile and shocking with the depth of your voice.

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Weems.”

You nod with grace. Larissa had heard of your Academy before, a place where alphas, betas, and omegas were treated with equal respect, a stance Larissa wants to adopt in the Nevermore. Though his superiors are well aware of her dreams, they have tried to discourage her countless times, telling Larissa that others, especially alphas, would not tolerate this, not when it harmed them. Perhaps if she could have you by her side, it would be easier for your people to change. After all, an alpha mating another alpha is a rarity, even if they are destined to be mates.

"Nice to meet you too, Y/NL/N."

Larissa returns, feeling much more hopeful about the future now than she did a few minutes before meeting your lovely companion.

With long, shiny, tied silver hair and bright blue eyes, do you particularly think your companion is the most beautiful person in the world? everyone you've met in your life and you've seen many beautiful people, men and women of all secondary genders.

Larissa knows that the typical tradition for predestined alpha couples is that they pursue a platonic relationship while having omega spouses, but she wants to meet you, taking the time to see if there can be mutual love between you, fighting the traditions that required her to secure her bloodline with an omega mate. So Larissa does the unthinkable and risks…

"Miss Y/N, would you do me the honor to let me court you?"

Larissa asked, taking her favorite bracelet off and presenting it to you. Eyes wide with surprise, you hesitate for a moment, then let go. a shaky sigh.

"I will."

You say before reaching out to take the bracelet, only to have your hand held by Larissa.

“Let me put it on.”

Larissa looks into your mesmerizing eyes, lips curling into a dimpled smile as you nod. And that was the beginning of their relationship, filled with love and understanding between two alphas who decided to break with societal norms. Larissa and you got married, mated, and fought for secondary gender equality after the coronation. One would think that between two alphas, routines would be a nightmare to deal with, and then there was the issue of heirs… For the second edition, you and Larissa continue to work on duty. And as for the grooves, well…

“Rissa, stop! You're too tight!"

You scream, drooling as Larissa jumps on top of your cock slamming against her stomach, sweat pouring down her toned body, crushing sounds coming from where her ass is swallowing your cock.

"Oh GOD—!"

Larissa scoffs.

"You...your cock is fi- ah...well..."

She pants, her rhythm doesn't falter as her alpha stamina keeps it moving.

"I thought you loved fucking my ass, what happened to that, huh?"

You look visibly tense, veins bulging as you look down to where Larissa is leading you to the base of your knot in formation, its edge extending so much it looks more like an omega is standing on top of it. you. Except Larissa is definitely an alpha.

"What? Cat got your tongue?"

Larissa teases her behavior by making it seem like she's just talking instead of fucking you with her ass. Because that's what's happening. You're getting ass fucked by Larissa. During Larissa's routine, she prefers to go downstairs first, mainly so she can be less aggressive and take her time opening you up and having sex later. It works both ways, with you doing the same thing during your routine. You whimper, wanting nothing more than to turn Larissa and fuck her that way, but they're both well aware of an alpha's routine instincts. Larissa would settle for nothing less than being the dominant force in this situation.

“R-Rissa”

You whimper uselessly, cupping your own chest and playing with your nipples. Larissa pulls your hands away, her own hands taking their place as she pinches your nipples between her thumbs and forefingers before squeezing the thick muscles beneath them as she uses your chest for support as she rides you even harder.

“You know what to say if it's too much..”

Larissa reminds you, who shakes her head and presses her fingers into the sheets. L

"All goOD-"

You gasp, pushing yourself against Larissa, and get slapped in the chest for your troubles.

“Are you going to cum on me? Will you tie a knot and breed me, Honey?~"

Larissa teases, you moan loudly at the suggestion, unable to hold back any longer as you place your knot in Larissa, filling her with copious amounts of cum. Larissa moans, rubbing and swirling her hips onto your cock, then wraps her hands around her own cock and fucks them until her own knot bursts, cumming into his chest with a deep, guttural growl.

"Fuck yes, Y/N!"

Once the heat of the moment has subsided, Larissa leans in, as far as she can while being tied by a stick and kisses ur forehead. a contrast to their rough sex.

You take Larissa's hand, Larissa's favorite bracelet still hanging around her companion's wrist, and bring it to your mouth, giving it a soft kiss.

"I love you too, my love."

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this was rushed, sorry for any mistakes

GIF NOT MINE

Gwendoline Christie

flirts, cute (ig), confused, they are in love. but they don't know.

GIF NOT MINE

[Just flirt. They are in love, especially reader. God. i love Gwen. Gwendoline and her Bf have an open relationship and are ok with having other relationships, but love each other *in this fic*. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE]

Gwendoline Christie x Famous!Reader?

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These days, everything just feels like a loop. Invitations, invitations and more invitations for parties, fashion shows and work. You felt full of it. You wake up and have to go straight to some meeting, you wake up and have to go somewhere, just to stare at people talking, you wake up...and you have people peppering you with questions and asking you to step on them. Not that you hate your fans, but you're just tired. You need some time. You are overloaded.

Sitting at one of the tables, not far from the stage, watching another fashion show that you were invited to and had to attend, because your husband is obsessed with money and knows that the source of all this is you. You let out a sigh, hoping this will be over soon. With the way you are barely able to concentrate on the show in front of you right now, you know this day is going to be unbearably long.

After trying and failing miserably to pay attention to the presenter on the stage, you decide to give up. You've given yourself a good forty minutes of trying, but your interest in what’s going on is non-existent and you're more than convinced that if you need whatever he's presenting, chances are it's already in the package you got.

What you still don't know is how you're going to spend the rest of your time. Not wanting to be too disrespectful by using your cell phone mid-presentation, you grab your not-so-big bag and pull out a blank piece of paper and a pen just to do some random doodling. Aimless. But sadly, drawing eyes or hands are no longer on your to-do list. But even so, you continue to draw, your eyes almost closing from sleep. A few minutes go by and you're just getting even more bored. Somehow while drawing you can’t shake the feeling of someone watching you. This is starting to make you uncomfortable. With a spunk of curiosity you lift your head to look around, trying not to be too obvious for everyone to notice. You can the other tables in the room, trying to discover the source of the sensation. When you finally achieve what you've been unknowingly looking for, you feel your breath hitch at the sight. All you find is a woman watching you like you’re a piece of art.

And in your opinion, this woman could be a painting that came to life. As you stare at the woman, you can tell that she could be the most beautiful woman in the world. Her medium blonde hair with curls like a tangle of beauty. An invitation to affection, the strands making small curves, like a smile. Unlike you,who’s pretty much just awkward, the rest of her is something like everything that could be described as something indescribable, the picture of professionalism. The delicate white skin that you would love to touch with your kindness, the lips of blood that boil not for heat but for love, the crystalline eyes, so deep that they carry more stories than a book can tell. It's the color of someone who carries something more than windows of the soul on her face; it's brute strength, beautiful and affectionate. That pulls your eyes to hers The irises of her eyes being the true art-stained space. Eyes you find hard to look away from.

Still sitting and looking at the woman, you can tell she noticed the red in your cheeks, shoulders and collarbone. Just like her, after being caught looking. But she doesn't look away, being unflinching with her eye contact. Her focus makes you even more flushed and confused, which makes you feel that the look isn't for you. After scanning the room thoroughly for the second time. You're sure the looks is for you, and it makes you cringe a little. Meeting her eyes again, you see that she smiles a little wider as she sees that you finally understand that she is looking at you.

But the universe might not want you to have a distraction or something. The man on stage calls your name, grabbing your attention. He’s talking about the models and the shows. Congratulations to you, since You helped with this. But now, really? The man continues, trying to keep your attention.

Try as you might, you can't break free of the woman's gaze. Smiling gently at the man, the rest of the adults and your husband standing around, you can't help, but steal some looks in the woman's direction. It's like you're stuck like this. And sometimes you can catch her looking and it's emotional, leaving warm little goofy smiles when you catch her looking. It's more exciting to know that she's interested in you and the game you've played with her. When everyone was up for the treats you got out of your chair so fast, you almost fell. You noticed the woman laughing and you're not sure how, but you somehow heard it. You just want her with now, because the sound was the most divine thing you ever heard.

"Are you well?"

Your husband asked, a small tone of false concern in his voice. You just wave chim away. Not much dialogue, just looking for the woman in the crowd. Your interest in her just grows, you want to go to her. But you’re failing. So you decide to go ask your close friends about this woman. Whispering to the not so short woman to your left you ask: *f/n = friend name*

"f/n do you know who this woman is?"

"Which one?"

"That one. Medium blonde hair, red lips, tall and pink dress."

You gesture vaguely in the direction of the mystery woman, not wanting to be too obvious.

"Oh, her. Her name is Gwendoline Christie, an actress who works with Tim Burton."

"Oh okay. Thanks."

"Why the question? Don't say something is going on."

Your friend whispers questioningly, with a rather interesting face and a sly smile. You just shrug your shoulders and curse under your breath. Going back to looking at the woman, she looks like she is not noticing you, she's talking to a man with glasses. They look really close. You blink with a frown on your face but try not to care too much and just walk over to the treats. Flirting certainly made the time pass faster than expected, but it also does something else. It made your heart beat faster in anticipation. What you have no idea. And hope to feel that, again. Take a moment to consider her thoughtfully, looking unobviously in your direction, for which you are more than grateful. 

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inspiration from: Know Your Name. An fanfic in AO3 with Larissa x Reader.

Hope u liked this <3

I think i am going to make a part two 💀

(person who helped edited for a better english, bc Idk nothing: @lils-cards love u)

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- baby gwen have my heart rn

GIF NOT MINE