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no thoughts just lesbianism & patti lupone

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."

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.

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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)

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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!

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

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

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

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 @__@

tumblr is basically a gay bar in a mental institute