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blackacre13 · 1 year

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Can we have some top!carol & bottom!therese smut where Therese is playing a song for Carol on the piano and Carol comes up behind her and fucks her right on the piano bench?

“That’s beautiful,” Carol murmured, her hands settling on Therese’s shoulders as she closed her eyes listening to the soft piano melody flowing through the room.

“That’s familiar,” the brunette smiled, proud of herself that Carol’s hands on her shoulders now seemed comfortable and loving, no bolt of sudden shock rippling through her arms and neck like they once had. Now this was a combo occurrence as Therese liked to play for at least a half an hour every day. Carol often liked to watch, leaning against the wall, admiring the younger woman from afar or sitting on the bench beside her, watching the motion of Therese’s fingers. Sometimes, she merely listened. Curling up on the couch with a book or merely sitting in a state of almost-meditation as she let the notes waft through the air, her shoulders gently swaying.

“You’re beautiful,” the blonde whispered, her hands continuing to trail down There’s shoulders and towards her chest, fingers softly dipping behind the fabric of Therese’s sweater.

“I’m nothing compared to you,” Therese chuckled, shaking her head, the notes continuing but growing softer and lighter.

Carol’s hands slid out of her sweater and snaked down her arms, stopping on top of the brunette’s hands, holding them still against the keys, the final notes vibrating in the air, Therese’s body vibrating against her.

“Am I allowed to distract you, dearest?” Carol asked, her lips trailing down down the brunette’s neck, to her shoulder as Therese let out a soft sigh. “You’re being too hard on yourself with this piece. There’s no concerto to prepare for, love. Just your sweet music in the air and you know I already think you are perfection.”

“Carol,” Therese chuckled lightly. “I’ve still got ten more minutes.”

“Who’s keeping tabs?”

“Me,” Therese grinned.

“Let me finger you now and you can finger those keys all you want while I make dinner.”

“Carol!” Therese, hissed, her hands fumbling as the keys made an awkward, rippled sound as they fell messily across the keys.

“You don’t even have to move,” Carol murmured, one hand slipping from Therese’s own and falling to the brunette’s thigh before sliding up and under her skirt, ghosting towards the cotton of her underwear. She started to rub slow circles against the fabric of the panties, Therese closing her eyes as her head fell back against Carol’s chest. “Doesn’t this feel nice, darling? Don’t you want more of this?”

“I—Carol I—“

“Mm?”

“I’m out of excuses,” Therese squeaked, letting her own hands fall, trying to reach behind her to touch any part of Carol she could grab without seeing her. Hips. Thighs. Belly.

“So wet for me already,” Carol purred, Therese starting to teeter on the piano bench trying to seek more friction, the fabric still in the way of what she really wanted from Carol. “Tell me, dearest. What would you have me do?”

“I—I want you.”

“You have me.”

“I want you,” Therese swallowed. “Inside me.”

“Like this?” Carol hissed, her fingers disappearing behind the fabric of Therese’s underwear completely, dragging along her slit as Therese whined, up and down and up and down, Therese starting to get visibly agitated as she let out a grumble only for Carol to plunge her fingers deep, Therese letting out a moan as Carol pushed inside, starting to pump in and out.

“Oh god, Carol,” Therese exhaled, her hands balling into fists against the bench. “Please, baby. Please. Let me.”

“You’ll be good for me if I let you?” Carol smirked against Therese’s cheek. “You’ll do whatever I ask?”

“Anything, Carol,” Therese gasped. “Please—please let me—Fuck!” Therese gasped, falling over the edge suddenly, Carol’s fingers still inside her as she pulsed around her, her chest falling forward towards the keys.

“You’re so good for me, dearest,” Carol purred. “So beautiful. And as much as I love how you play—this is what’s music to my ears. Those pretty sounds you make for me.”

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seaoflittlefires · 1 year

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Woke up to my notifications looking like this. Can you tell tumblr’s greatest writer @blackacre13 has been unshadowbanned? Happiest happiest day

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incorrectoceans8 · 2 years

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I love @blackacre13

#married #wedding ring tattoo

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lorettasage · 1 year

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blackacre13 where are you 😔

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blackacre13 · 9 months

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I’m many of your recent Belivaird fics Carol and Therese are engaged so I was wondering if you could do a fic with how you imagine that proposal happening? (My headcanon is that Carol was the one to propose but I can also totally see Therese doing it so you can do whoever feels right for you haha)

“You’re a star for doing this, love,” Carol beamed, turning to Therese who was sitting in the passenger seat of the car trying and failing not to glower at the windshield in front of her.

“I’m doing this for you, not Abby,” the brunette reminded her.

“Oh, hush,” the blonde laughed. “Don’t act like that. It’s no secret you and Abby are the best of friends these days. If anything, I should be upset that she’s replacing me. Should’ve known she’d end up liking my f-girlfriend more than me.”

They both caught the slip in speech, locking eyes for only a moment before the younger woman’s cheeks starting burning and she looked down at her lap.

“You promise you’ll come check on me at lunch? I don’t know anything about selling furniture.”

“I promise, sweet. And you don’t have to. Just explain your covering for the owners and take down any interested customers or questions. Abby and I will patch things over with them next week. We just need a body.”

“A body?” Therese snorted.

“A very cute body,” Carol amended. “A beautiful woman. With the sweetest smile. To bring in shoppers from far and near.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Therese rolled her eyes, reaching for the door handle.

“Dearest?”

“Mm?”

Carol’s blue eyes danced and sparkled mischievously in the sun, her lip caught in a smirk.

“Wouldn’t you like a parting kiss?” She teased, leaning over towards the brunette.

Therese melted against the blonde, letting their lips softly meet as she sighed into it.

“I love you,” Therese whispered softly, resting her forehead against the blonde’s.

“Not as much as I love you, dearest,” Carol murmured, stroking Therese’s cheek with the back of her hand. “Now go. Before we get too distracted.”

A few stolen kisses later, from teasing and procrastination on each side, Therese was gone in the shop and Carol was turning the corner, discretely parking only a block or so away where Abby was meeting her in a diner.

The blonde slid into their favorite booth, Abby already waiting, cigarette in hand and coffee untouched in front of her.

“I did it again,” Carol admitted, blushing as she sat. She slid Abby’s coffee in front of her as Abby rolled her eyes, but allowed her to take a sip, offering her a drag of her own cigarette next.

“If you would just go ahead and get it over with, the next time it happens, it wouldn’t be a mistake. You’re going to get caught, nitwit.”

“I can’t help it, Abby,” Carol sighed dreamily. “I love her. I want her to be mine. My everything. My always. My—“

“We get it,” Abby huffed, but she was smiling. Truly proud of and happy for her friend. “But you need to actually propose first. You can’t just declare her as your wife you know.”

“I can hardly sit still,” Carol whined. “Do you have it? Let me see it again.”

“No, I forgot it,” Abby rolled her eyes. “And what? You think the setting will change? The band will turn from gold to silver? It looks the same as when you bought it and every time you’ve looked at it after that.”

“Abby,” Carol exhaled. “Give it.”

“Here,” the other woman sighed, pressing the green velvet box into Carol’s waiting hand.

Carol shifted the small box from one hand to the other. Peeking into it carefully like something might pop out and bite her.

“She will say yes, won’t she?” Carol asked.

“Of course,” Abby promised. “I have no doubt.”

As planned, an antsy Carol helped Abby around town as she did some last minute Christmas shopping, the box feeling heavy in her coat pocket, burning a hole in the material. She wanted Therese to see it. She needed to see her face. Needed to see it on her dainty little hand.

After what felt like eons, Abby declared it was lunch time and Carol was ready to book it back ti the furniture shop, almost forgetting the lunch she was bringing as her ploy for dropping by.

“Carol!” Abby called out, propping her sunglasses on her forehead. “I’m so happy for you. Both of you.”

“She hasn’t said yes, yet!” Carol threw back, her hands clammy with anxiety and excitement.

“She’s never been able to say no to you,” Abby smiled. “Go get your girl.”

Carol took a deep breath as she opened the door to the shop, the bells chiming softly overhead as she entered. Therese was leaning against the front counter, elbows on the glass, busy doodling something in the margins of the receipt notebook.

“I was wondering if you might help me with something,” Carol smiled shyly, approaching Therese as the brunette raised her face to meet Carol’s own.

“Very funny,” Therese laughed. “Looking for a doll? I’m afraid we’re all out. Bright Betsy, was it?”

“I had something else in mind actually,” Carol waved her hand. She dug through her purse, acting like she was looking for her cigarettes.

“I won’t bother telling you that you’re not supposed to smoke in here since, you know, this is your own store and all,” the brunette grinned. “Did you bring me lunch at least before you light up?”

“Hold these for me for a moment, won’t you darling?” Carol asked, slipping off her gloves and putting them down on the counter. She rummaged through her purse again, using the activity to take a deep breath and steady herself before she put the small velvet box on top of the gloves.

“Um. Carol.”

“Left it too long,” the blonde smiled, eyes practically glowing. “Go ahead. I’d love to know what you think.”

“Carol, I—“

“Therese Belivet,” Carol murmured, her voice deep velvet. “What do you do on Sundays?”

Therese was staring at her blankly with wide eyes as the blonde opened the velvet box for her, the simple but stunning diamond ring glimmering between them. “I thought perhaps, you might like to marry me?”

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blackacre13 · 1 year

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loubbie having wild rough sex with a strap then realizing how good they are at it even if they’re in their 50s already lmao this is silly but like it goes something like “how are we in our 50s?” or whatever fits

“It was not,” Debbie snorted, her face turning red with laughter as Lou shook her head.

“I shit you not. Right in the dishwasher.”

“Next to Dani’s pink sippy cup?”

“I’m not a monster,” Lou rolled her eyes. “I’d never put it next to her favorite one. It was next to the green one.”

“You’ve lost it, Miller,” the brunette grinned. “Now get over here. No more delays.”

“First off, it’s the most efficient way to clean them both,” the blonde pointed out, crawling onto the bed. “Second, you’re the one who asked me to find the bigger one.”

Lou sat the dildo down on the night table, the base suctioning to the surface with a bubble-like sound. “Now are you gonna kiss the hell out of me, Ocean, or not?”

“Get over here,” Debbie smirked, pulling the blonde in closer and wrapping her arms around her neck as she tugged her up along the bed and laid Lou flat against her.

“I thought you’d never ask, Mrs. Miller,” the blonde murmured, nails raking down Debbie’s chest as their lips meant until Lou was drifting down her wife, running her lips over her breasts, sucking at her nipples, biting her way down her stomach, making a detour to nip at her thighs before circling back to Debbie’s simmering heat to swirl her tongue through Debbie’s pooling arousal.

“Fuck, I love when Tammy takes the kids for the night,” Debbie moaned.

Lou looked up at Debbie from between her legs, arching an eyebrow before she wiped Debbie’s slickness off her lips with the back of her hand pointedly.

“Please don’t use your ex’s name and the word love in the same sentence, especially while my tongue is inside you.”

“She’s your ex too,” Debbie exhaled, pushing Lou’s head back down as the blonde laughed against her, grazing her clit maybe a little too hard with her teeth as Debbie cried out. “Was merely grateful for her as a babysitter precisely so I could have your tongue inside me.”

Lou bit down on her thigh before she looked up again. “Then clearly, I’m not doing enough to get your mind off of the kids,” she smirked, blindly grabbing at the dildo before plunging it into Debbie without warning, the brunette letting out a deep moan as her nails dug into Lou’s neck.

“Jesus, Fuck, Lou.”

“Had to shut you up,” Lou hissed, pumping the dildo in and out as Debbie groaned, cursing and grabbing at the blonde, biting down on her shoulder after reaching an entirely new level of loud to keep from going completely shrill. “Still thinking about anything else?”

“Just…your strap,” Debbie panted.

“Just the strap?” Lou asked, her rhythms stopping with the dildo just outside of Debbie, the tip brushing against her teasingly.

“And you…only you…Fuck!” Debbie moaned, Lou plunging the dildo all the way inside her. Hard. As Debbie fell over the edge, clinging to the blonde.

“Not bad,” Lou spoke aloud, an hour or so later, her finger running along Debbie’s exposed spine, tracing over her skin softly as Debbie let out a sleepy hum of agreement. “Glad to know we’ve still got game.”

“Strap game,” Debbie chuckled.

“That’s all mine, love.”

“Takes two to tango, Miller.”

“Also takes two for the finale,” Lou giggled, tugging at a fistful of Debbie’s hair to catch an additional moan from her partner before Debbie rolled over with a lazy smile.

“You get the Chinese and I get the ice cream?” Debbie asked.

“Just let me throw on some boxers.”

“Don’t,” Debbie grinned, watching the blonde stand up, walking towards the bathroom before placing a kiss on Debbie’s forehead. “Did you ever think we’d still be up to our same antics in our fifties?”

“Honey, you just wait until we hit our sixties,” Lou winked.

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blackacre13 · 9 months

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Debbie lap dance pt 2

Part One Linked above! Here's part two!

“Go ahead,” Debbie panted. “You can touch me. I know you want to.”

“God, yes,” Lou nodded, her nails digging into Debbie’s hips as she pushed her down further against her thigh, encouraging her to grind against her more, Debbie’s breathing starting to get short.

“Keep the money,” Debbie whispered suddenly, her tongue darting out to lick Lou’s earlobe as the blonde cursed. “I want you inside me. Come around back?”

“Debbie,” Lou chuckled, shaking her head, only to be interrupted by Debbie’s hand ghosting along the crotch of her pants as Debbie let out a gasp.

“Are you…packing?” Debbie whispered, licking her lips as her eyes grew darker.

“One way to find out.”

Lou didn’t know what the hell she was doing or how she’d ended up at this club.

She couldn’t lie. It was a club she had frequented a few times before, but lurking around strip joints on a Friday night wasn’t her typical scene. Although the “ladies drink for free” was a typical perk. Hadn’t any of these club owners heard about lesbians?

She’d worked a smooth week. Wallet full of cash. Jobs all running like clockwork. But that meant she was bored. She didn’t need to scrape together random cons this weekend to make ends meet. Her time was her own. And that often led her into dipping into her vices: liquor, cigarettes…sex.

There were the usual suspects she practically had on call and of course, the instant regret of a go-to ex or three that could be fun for the night but only end badly in the morning, but she didn’t want to tread down that road.

So here she was. A place where she knew she could tease herself. Practically edge herself. Let herself be flirted with and danced upon, but she could only look. Not touch. And there was a limit. A bill. And an expectation that she would go home satisfied in a way, but most definitely alone.

So she couldn’t believe that she was standing in the alleyway behind the club with her boot against the wall and a cigarette between her lips, eyes closed as deep, brown ones seemed to bore into her soul.

Debbie, Debbie, Debbie.

Who was she? And why could she read Lou so well, even in an instant?

They didn’t need words or hints or instructions. Their bodies were practically calling out to each other. A siren song.

Lou had been nervous. She shouldn’t have been this drawn to a dancer, but she’d caught sight of her across the bar and knew she had to be the one. And when Debbie asked her what she wanted, Lou had to stop herself from saying “for you to take my last name” and settle for a lap dance instead.

It was intoxicating. Lou thought she should be mortified. Doing this. Paying for this. Letting Debbie tease her professionally. But there was something on Debbie’s face that told Lou she wasn’t alone in this. And when Debbie’s hips started rolling and her position switched to very, truly riding Lou’s thigh and moaning like they were holed away in a bedroom just the two of them and not in a corner of a club, Lou knew it wasn’t just her. And she hoped against all hope that Debbie would want something real. No strings or singles attached.

Lou’s fingers had found their place on Debbie’s hips as if they’d settled there dozens of times before, Debbie whimpering as the tips of her fingers ghosted against hot skin.

Debbie whispering “keep the money” was like a dream. She had to be sure she hadn’t made it up and when Debbie’s hand had found the strap Lou had decided to wear this evening—for some BDE and extra confidence—Lou knew she needed to Fuck this woman. Right then. Right now.

“Coming?” A voice asked suddenly, a metal door near Lou opening and swinging shut heavily before Debbie emerged, a wicked grin on her face, wrapping a trench coat around her barely there outfit and swinging her hair out of her face.

“I was hoping that would be your job tonight, actually,” Lou smirked.

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blackacre13 · 7 months

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can you please continue the teacher/student au?

Part 39 is here: Part FORTY below!

“Well,” a deep voice laughed on the line. “It’s not a date night so this isn’t about the best spot for a whiskey and you refuse to take my advice on women so what do I owe the pleasure?”

Lou raised an eyebrow, but she was grinning. The brunette swatted her, but Lou had already caught sight of her blushing cheeks.

“Danny,” she hissed, through gritted teeth. “I need your help.”

“So you’ve called the superior Ocean. I’m afraid I’ll need to hear you—“

“Cut the shit,” Debbie sighed, looking at Lou with eyes full of worry. “I need your help. I need my big brother.”

“I can be at your place in twenty.”

“I fucked up,” Debbie whispered, falling against the blonde as Lou cradled her, combing through her hair. “He can ruin my life, but I won’t let him ruin hers.”

Siblings were fascinating to Lou. Especially when you could observe them at once. And entertaining, when you only knew one of them and had to take that one’s word when they described the one who you didn’t know.

The only things that Lou knew about Danny Ocean included the fact that he was attached to the hip to someone she thought Debbie had called Rusty? But that couldn’t be correct for a grown ass man. She also knew that Debbie’s initial date with her, that allegedly hadn’t truly been a date at all, but a TA welcome dinner, and the drink recommendation had also come from the older sibling. And now as Debbie opened the front door to let him in, the older Ocean immediately scooping her into a bear hug, him shooting a wink over his sister’s head at Lou, she could see his hair and eyes matched Debbie’s.

She expected Debbie to push him off with an eye-roll and a mention of getting back to business, but she clung to her brother, savoring the embrace for a long time until he spoke over her head.

“She’s not usually much of a higher,” he smirked, but he kissed her forehead before he let her go, just in time for Debbie to smack his shoulder and call him an oaf. “So this is the famous Ms. Miller. Sorry Debs has you under her spell, kid.”

Lou wasn’t sure how to respond, but Debbie was closing the door and rushing to her side immediately as if she had to defend the blonde’s honor, her hand sliding into Lou’s.

“You can cut the big brother teasing shit. This is bad,” Debbie sighed. “And whatever cradle robbing, does she call you professor in bed shit you’re planning on spewing, you can just skip. I meant it. This is big. And Lou—Lou is—“

“I know, Strawdebby,” Danny smiled, ruffling her hair before he took a seat in Debbie’s arm chair, carefully moving the stack of graded papers that currently sat there in a heap and placing them on the coffee table.

Lou tucked the nickname away for later.

“And it really is a pleasure to meet you, Lou. Sorry you got dragged into all this Becker shit when you should be partying and having fun every night. Best years of your life, right?” Danny grinned.

Debbie was pulling Lou towards the couch, sorry evident on her face.

“You think Dr. Ocean lets her TA have fun every night?” Lou grinned. She immediately regretted calling her Dr. Ocean. It was just habit when it came to separating their professional and personal relationship. But Debbie had already hinted at the name/power dynamic jokes and she didn’t want Debbie to think she was giving Danny permission to crack jokes at either of their expenses.

Regardless, he didn’t take the bait. He knew the stakes were too high.

“Tell everything,” he said instead, his face sincere. Lou and Debbie went over their history over the past few months. From Lou’s first class to her interview to her welcome dinner and beyond. Thankfully, leaving out any details that a big brother would find unsavory and would absolutely make Lou turn purple.

Debbie was practically shaking by the time they were done, and wordlessly, Lou swept her closer, letting her rest her head on Lou’s shoulder as Lou traced circles with her finger on the brunette’s slacks.

“You love her,” Danny spoke softly. It wasn’t a tease. In fact, it looked like awe and pride.

“No shit, Sherlock,” Debbie rolled her eyes. But her guard was down. Especially with Lou cradling her for support.

“Hold onto this one, Deb,” Danny smiled, his eyes traveling over to Lou. She supposed he wasn’t used to seeing Debbie this vulnerable or soft. “She’s good for you.”

“That’s the plan, Danny,” she sighed. “That’s why I need you. All the Claude bullshit. I don’t give a fuck about tenure or career or my courseload—“

“Debs,” Lou protested softly, but she waved the thought away.

“This is about her. Protecting her future,” Debbie whispered. “I love her.”

“I love you,” Debbie spoke turning to the blonde. “I hope you know I do. But as much as I love you and I love us, nothing is worth jeopardizing your future.”

Lou wanted to say that Debbie was her future. Because she was. But she also knew that both of them wanted her to keep pursuing her dreams. She knew Debbie wanted the world for her.

“Don’t even get me started about this Becker prick,” Danny grumbled. “I knew he was trouble from the start.”

“Well, what’s done is done,” Debbie hissed. “I hate that he’s a part of my history and that there’s only so much I can control in the present. But I’ll be damned if he destroys Lou’s future.”

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blackacre13 · 10 months

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Can u do part 2 of Milf Debbie and rich Lou

Part 2 is here: https://blackacre13.tumblr.com/post/691245019659730944/omg-part-two-of-milf-debbie-and-rich-lou-pls

Here’s part 3:

“Who broke your heart?” Lou whispered, almost seeming to be speaking to herself instead of Debbie now. Like she needed to answer the question herself. Like she’d been running from it. Dodging her past. Avoiding her future.

“Does it matter?” The brunette sniffed, looking up at Lou through her eyelashes. “I know how to keep it safe now.”

“You know how to build walls, you mean.”

“Aren’t you doing the same thing here? Hiding from fame? Letting everyone else have their moment in the sun.”

“You could let down those walls for me,” Lou whispered sweeping Debbie’s hair back, leaning in.

“Only if you let me help you shine,” Debbie muttered, closing the gap between them as she stole the breath of Lou’s next thought of her lips.

Lou parted their lips for a moment, letting their foreheads rest against each other as she breathed in the brunette, savoring the fizzy feeling that lingered between them.

A line like that from anyone else would have her rolling her eyes, but from Debbie? She wanted to make Debbie’s eyes roll back into her head. Again and again. And then some.

“What’s his name?” Lou found herself asking, immediately wanting to take the question back, but needing to know just as much all the same.

“My son?” Debbie scoffed, thrown by the question. Lou could see she wasn’t the only one affected by the kiss they’d shared, yet neither of them made any sort of move to pull themselves apart, their hips and heads still locked together. Steaks going cold on the counter.

“I know your son’s name,” Lou laughed. “He mows my lawn.”

“Actually, you’re the only person on this block who won’t let him mow the lawn,” Debbie frowned. “But he still says that you pay him?”

“I like doing it,” the blonde shrugged. “Some Zepplin. A crisp IPA. Done in a jiffy. But I wouldn’t steal his brilliant idea for gas money. So I still toss him a few bucks a week.”

“Fuck me,” Debbie swore, her voice suddenly breathy.

“Is that weird?” Lou laughed. “I mean you’re the parent. It might be a bad call. But he seems like a sweet kid. And I have more cash than I know what to do with and—“

“No,” Debbie hissed. “Fuck. Me. Lou.”

Debbie’s hand was reaching between them to grab Lou’s own, ghosting it up her own thigh under her dress as Lou groaned.

“You’re sure about this?” Lou asked, her nails digging into Debbie’s thigh as she took over the movement. “Once we do this…”

“So sure,” Debbie panted, throwing her arms around Lou’s neck, her lips falling back against hers. Lou let herself be kissed, but still had to be the one with the upper hand, wedging her leg between Debbie’s, encouraging the brunette to grind against her thigh as her nails raked down Debbie’s arms.

Debbie was moving them backwards and Lou was laughing, barely able to gasp out that “that isn’t what direction the bedroom is in” and fighting Debbie on trying to settle for the counter, the wall, and then the couch, in favor of the bed. Promising her they had plenty of time to experiment, but that she was going to do this properly the first time.

Now Debbie was pinned beneath her, looking up at the blonde with pleading, glimmering dark eyes and an eager smile. There was something about the very mismatched underwear and bra that made Lou feel warm. Knowing this hadn’t been some plan of seduction or using her. Debbie would never have done that. But Lou was being used to being used. For record deals. For money. For sex.

“Where’d you go?” Debbie whispered, her hand finding Lou’s jaw and stroking it gently.

“I can’t believe what I’m about to say,” Lou muttered, slinking her way down Debbie’s body before she laid her head against her chest.

“Oh Fuck,” Debbie cursed, trying to sit up, looking around for where they’d flung her dress. “You think this is a mistake. Of course it is. We can’t try anything. We’re neighbors. If anything were to go wrong, it’s not like it’s so simple to just move at the drop of a hat and I can’t pull Ben out of school and would never ask you to—“

“God no,” Lou chuckled, pressing her finger to Debbie’s collarbone, dragging it down slowly as she watched the brunette shiver, melting under her touch until she was laying down again. “It’s the opposite of that.”

“The opposite?”

“You have no idea how Fucking badly I want to rip that bra off. Roll those panties down. Feel how Fucking wet you are for me. I want to savor you, Debbie. I want you begging for me inside you.”

“Fuck, I want that,” Debbie breathed, her hips squirm beneath Lou, hands grabbing at her.

“So don’t let me,” Lou whispered. “Tell me you need to go home. Make up a lie. Tell me you need to take this slow.”

“Lou, that’s absurd,” the brunette giggled.

“Maybe,” the blonde shrugged. “But I want to do this right.”

She tucked a lock of hair behind Debbie’s ear, kissing her on the nose.

“Tell me you forgot about something and you need to go home. I’ll give you one of my button downs so you can sneak out of here in it and it’ll be glued to my memories until I see you again. And then tomorrow night, let me take you out. For a real date. And then we’ll see what happens.”

“You’re serious about this aren’t you?” Debbie grinned.

“Super serious.”

“Lou?” Debbie laughed, clearing her throat as she tried and failed to make a solemn face.

“Yeah?”

“I forgot—I have the um—iron on.”

“There’s no way you iron,” Lou snickered.

“So I’d better run home and shut it or you know—it might—what happens if you leave an iron on?”

“I don’t know,” Lou chuckled. “Mine has auto shut off.”

“You’re not helping me here.”

“Don’t you have a son who would be coming home from school soon? Like on that big yellow thing?”

“Oh shit. Yeah,” Debbie laughed. “That. That’s good. But you promise I can see you tomorrow?”

“It’s a date, Deb.”

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blackacre13 · 10 months

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"I dont like being told what to do" "Dont you though ? Under the right circumstances, of course". Can you please continue the bodyguard fic (but with smut), based on those lines ? Thank u, love your work btw !! :)

Patience shall be needed, but I promise eventual smut and a return of that infamous line for y’all ✨

Part 2 is here: https://www.tumblr.com/blackacre13/719598075443888128/oh-my-god-we-need-parts-2-3-4-and-5-of-the

Here’s part 3:

“Before we head anywhere, I need to see your bedroom.”

Who was being forward now?

“For security purposes,” Lou smirked again, Debbie’s mouth apparently gaping before she forced herself to shut it. “Need to see windows. Exits. Hazards. That kind of stuff. How many ways there are in and out of this place. And I’m gonna want to make it look like you’re home while we’re out. For starters.”

“Right,” Debbie nodded, fumbling towards her room. “For starters.”

Debbie had never been nervous when it came to bringing anyone home. How many dates had she led with a smirk past the couch and up to her bedroom door, hand on the knob, slyly nodding her head towards the room with a silent, knowing look as an invite? But now, now she was nervous and wishing she’d had some sort of notice that a) Danny had hired this gorgeous woman who she could barely look at without forgetting how to formulate words as her personal bodyguard and that b) she was going to ask to see her bedroom.

“Are you—gonna?” Lou prompted, trying to hide her smile as she watched Debbie, who was still frozen in front of the door.

“Right,” Debbie nodded, trying to keep herself together. She twisted the knob, throwing open the door with too much force as it bounced off the wall awkwardly.

“Easy, killer,” Lou snorted, holding her hands up in a show of mercy, but she waited for the brunette’s go-ahead, standing in the doorway as Debbie wandered into her own room, feeling like she had never truly quite stepped foot in her own space before. She was trying her damndest to remove herself from it. Trying to experience it as Lou was. What did she think of it? Impressed? Bored? Could she care less? Did she really need to see it for safety sake or was she just poking around? Trying to find out more about Debbie?

But before Debbie could point out anything or ask a single question, Lou’s face was painted with concentration, that little notebook she’d written the license plate of the car in back in her hands as she scribbled things down, frowning at the window, locking and unlocking the latch. Fingers ghosting along the blinds. Head flicking between the window and the door.

“I want you to keep these closed,” Lou spoke. “We’re going to get you a light that works on a timer too. So it can go on and off even when you’re not home. We’ll set up a pattern just you and I know and of course it won’t match your real schedule. Don’t want anyone catching on to when you’re really here versus when you aren’t.”

“My schedule?” Debbie asked, whipping around, maybe purposely trying to stand in front of a raggedy bunny that sat atop her bookshelf that Danny had gotten her when she was a baby that she maybe still slept with when she felt like shit.

“Ocean, I am your right hand man,” Lou spoke seriously. “Wherever you go, I go. Whatever you do, I do.”

“Isn’t that a poem?” Debbie asked, scrunching up her face.

“Only partially, my dear,” Lou smirked. “E.E. Cummings. But I’m serious. We’re Velcro, you and I. Until all this is through. You want to go to dinner as a thank you? I’m honored. But even if you said you were going to dinner alone, I’d be going with you. You’ll tell me what your typical day is and I’ll be there. Your own personal shadow. Looking out for you.”

“You’re going to be there with me?” Debbie confirmed. “Every step of the way?”

“Every step of the way,” Lou agreed. “Now what are you wearing to dinner? I have some pepper spray I want to make sure we can hide on your body.”

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I'm obsessed with your proposal AU - could you write a part 7?

Part 15 is here: Part 16 below!!

“Tell us, Bee. I’m sure your grandma wants to hear everything. Was it love at first sight?”

“Not exactly,” Debbie admitted.

“I’ll give Rusty that,” Grandma Ida smiled, grabbing Lou’s hands. “I must know how you proposed, Lou, my dear. I mean, I assume it was you? I apologize if that’s not how it works. I love my dear Deborah, I just can’t quite imagine our little Debbie taking it upon herself to ask and since she has the ring I just—I’ll stop before I put my foot in my mouth. But please, do tell us.”

“Go ahead, baby,” Debbie smiled wickedly. “I know how much you love telling it. And with such vivid detail too. You’re in for a treat, grandma!”

“We’ll see,” Dennis grumbled, looking at Lou with squints eyes before he threw back the rest of his drink.

Lou shot Debbie a not-so-subtle death glare and Debbie knew it was because Lou was now regretting saying no to Debbie when Debbie had suggested running through how to respond to certain scenarios. Like how they got engaged. You know, especially since they were now at their apparent engagement party where everyone was desperate to know how Lou had popped the question.

Debbie had to admit that she liked watching the blonde squirm under the attention. Lou never got shaken. Even the typical celebrity who came through their halls set on making demands of one Lou Miller was quickly silenced with a mere look or raised eyebrow. Lou called the shots. She did things her way. And they could nod and say thank you or go anywhere else. She was good. More than good. And that earned her a rare kind of respect in the industry that had always held Debbie in awe of her and the power she exuded.

But now Debbie knew the blonde was floundering under the attention. Not that anyone else would be able to pick up on that. She still looked poised and confident as ever but Debbie knew she was far from in her element and she felt a pang in her heart.

A couple of days ago she would’ve thought: good. Let her struggle to tie up all these loose ends. This was her game. Her need. And Debbie was just along for the ride. It would be easy to watch Lou flail a bit only ensuring she didn’t bomb and fail their mission completely. But now—now she could see the panic wedged behind the glint of her blue eyes. The thick swallow of her throat. And something that made Debbie gasp aloud before she could stop it—Lou was grabbing Debbie’s hand. And it wasn’t for show. She was gripping it tight like Debbie was holding her hand through a blood draw or getting big news. And automatically, Debbie squeezed back.

We’ve got this. Because they did. They were a team.

Lou’s grip on Debbie’s hand loosened, but she didn’t dare let go and Debbie shuffled closer to her, leaning her head on Lou’s shoulder. Tracing circles into her palm with her thumb. Supporting her partner. Praying it would help and that they could actually get away with all of their bullshitting.

“It was a simple little thing, really,” Lou waved it off. “You know. Popping the question. The usual.”

“You’re being too modest,” Grandma Ida laughed. Debbie was considering saying the same, moreso to give Lou shit and see her think on her feet to come up with something elaborate, but she was trying to take it easy on her. After all, it was enough to already have multiple eyes on them. Her own palms were starting to sweat and her father was making her beyond anxious.

“There were flowers,” Debbie provided, scrambling to come up with something. Anything. That might be able to help jog Lou’s fake memory.

“Yes,” Lou nodded. Debbie felt her squeeze her hand again. She figured it was a thank you. “Rose petals. Red rose petals. I laid them out.”

“And baby,” Debbie cooed, really leaning into it now. “The candles? I mean—“

“But Debbie’s favorite flower isn’t roses,” her mother interjected.

“Yes, of course,” Lou huffed. “Thank you for that,” she smiled through gritted teeth. “I—I—“

“She was so nervous,” Debbie spoke, stepping in to her rescue. “She left the original flowers at home. Had to run out and get some last minute ones to sprinkle. But it didn’t matter,” Debbie assured her, smiling up at her as Lou’s eyes found hers. “It was perfect.”

Lou was silent for a moment. Their eyes still locked. Lou legitimately staring at her with an emotion that Debbie couldn’t quite peg but it made her chest feel all fluttery and she was going from sweaty palms to icy veins fast.

A throat cleared in the distance but Lou still didn’t look away or keep talking. Her eyes wouldn’t leave Debbie’s and while Debbie wanted to analyze this new situation right now immediately, she knew she needed to step in and wrap up the story to save them both.

But Lou didn’t seem to mind drowning at that moment. She seemed fascinated. She seemed like she was just now seeing Debbie for the very first time, her eyes darting between Debbie’s eyes and lips repeatedly, a blush ghosting across her cheeks.

“They’re so in love,” Grandma Ida whispered, her eyes tearing up. “Our Lou can’t even find words she’s so taken with our Deb.”

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lou bending debbie over their car bcz debbie cant wait since she realize lou’s packing while they’re out

“No patience, Ocean,” Lou tsked, shaking her head at the other woman as they crossed the parking lot. The blonde’s arms were wrapped around the brunette’s waist protectively as she looked sideways down the street, cars rolling along the slick dark, street. It must have rained while they’d been in the theater.

“I thought that movie would never end,” Debbie groaned, stopping them mid-walk as her fingers tangled in Lou’s hair at the base of her neck. “I just had to get my hands on you.”

“They were,” Lou smirked. “All over me, babe. The entire movie. Need I remind you that you were the one who chose the movie?”

“Only because you suggested we go in the first place,” Debbie pointed out. “But now,” she grinned, tugging Lou towards her by the lapels of her leather jacket. “Now all I want is you.”

“Not all the time?” The blonde gasped, switching their positions as she backed Debbie towards their parked car.

“You know what I mean, baby,” Debbie huffed, pouting her lips as she crossed her arms.

“I dunno, Debs. Already getting pretty late,” Lou feigned, checking her watch. “And the weather looks a bit rough. Plus, you know I told Danny I’d have you back at a decent time and—“

“Since when have you ever been one to follow the rules?” Debbie whispered, pulling Lou in closer.

The blonde groaned, her lips right up against the skin of Debbie’s neck.

“I said I’d bring you home, Debs,” Lou murmured before grazing her teeth against her neck. “I never said anything about leaving you there by yourself.”

“That’s more like it,” Debbie blinked, her lips growing into a cocky smile until Lou’s thigh shoved between her legs making the brunette moan quietly. “Lou, baby, what if we just—“

“Just used this abandoned parking lot to our advantage?” Lou asked in a low voice. Her fingers tucked themselves into the waistband of Debbie’s jeans, slinking a single finger even lower, sliding down into Debbie’s panties and running a finger through the slick heat that was waiting between her folds. “Someone got a little excited during that terrible delay of a movie, huh?”

“Don’t tease,” Debbie exhaled. But Lou was slipping the finger out of Debbie’s pants and pushing it into her own mouth, sucking on it until their eyes popped and Lou could release it with a sickening grin.

“But it’s so fun,” Lou whispered, walking her fingers up over Debbie’s stomach to her ribs to her chest, pushing her back against the hood of the car, the hood and Lou’s thigh balancing the brunette just before she hit it, arms immediately cradling her. “And if you had just been a little bit more patient, love, I could have taken you home. Dropped you off out front. Given you a goodnight kiss like the perfect little girlfriend so Danny could give your daddy a good report for the night and just after the porch light went out, I would obviously have used the broken rain gutter out back to climb up and through your window.”

“Yeah?” Debbie breathed, groaning with disappointment as Lou’s thigh disappeared from between her own. But then Lou’s hips were pressed up against hers, rolling down against her, surprise and then recognition coating Debbie’s face.

“Probably waiting there, all twisted up and tight, desperate for just a little something. Anything. Just to take the edge off. Maybe taking matters into your own hands….quite literally.”

“Lou,” Debbie panted, the blonde rolling her hips against her again, her weight pressing down against her as Debbie’s fingers dug at her shoulders. “Are you—“

“And sure, you could have gotten yourself off like that,” Lou shrugged. “Or you could’ve let me take a stab at it,” Lou grinned, now grinding against Debbie with a vigor as she moaned, absolutely feeling the pressure of something hard against her jets as their hips rolled against each other.

“Fuck, Lou, that’s what I want, baby. Please.”

“Could’ve had you home on time. Daddy’s perfect little girl,” Lou snickered, but then she was close to Debbie’s ear, hot breath blowing against her as her voice dropped. “And then you could’ve been a good girl for Daddy and let me fuck you with my strap until you just….can’t….take it….anymore.”

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This woman is not giving us a time to breathe 😭😭😭

I literally had ZERO words when I saw these yesterday. Each one is more gorgeous than the next (but these two are admittedly my favorites). She is just sheer and utter perfection. Fucking ethereal. And I feel like she just gets more graceful and gorgeous every year. It blows my mind. And it reminds me just how Fucking gay I am. These magazines will be responsible for murdering all the Cate Stans worldwide and she's not even sorry

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I hope you like my prompt: Nine installs a new camera system in all of the loft but forgets about it until she decides to check it out finding way too much +18 content thanks to Lou and Debbie. Constance and Nine try to make of fun of them but Lou and Debbie are unfazed and Lou even asks for a nice edited video. Tammy is just tired.

“Where’s the last place you had it?”

“Dunno,” Constance shrugged.

“Like retrace your steps, man,” Nine sighed. “You shot me a text at 2. Where was that?”

“Like I said,” Constance frowned. “No clue. Mom and pops have anything good in the fridge?” She asked, heading over towards the kitchen as Nine rolled her eyes, not giving the younger girl’s question any air time. She whipped out her laptop, intent on quashing this issue before it even became one. Nine could retrace Con’s steps better than she could anyhow. While it was annoying that Nine herself had nixed the location tracker on purpose to cover their asses from law enforcement and bitter ex crew members of Lou and Deb, she still had surveillance set up in the loft. Typically to keep things out and certain info in, but for times like these, spying had its perks.

Constance’s head was buried deep in the fridge as Nine scrolled through footage from the day only to be interrupted by Constance cackling and declaring she actually texted Nine from her laptop and oh yeah—really had no idea when the last time she’d had her phone in her own hands.

Nine widened the search, expanding the dates, but sticking to public areas like the kitchen, and living room, and dining room and—uh oh.

There were Lou and Debbie, or rather there was Debbie, on the kitchen island with her head thrown back and who Nine presumed had to be Lou folded over the edge, only tight pants and chunky heel boots in view, the person’s upper half between the brunette’s thighs. Nine winced. She probably needed to give them a reminder about the system.

Nine kept scrolling, scanning for Constance on the couch or on the floor or maybe a long board on her phone, but paused, a bit panicked now catching Lou and Debbie on the couch, buck naked, Lou’s hands digging into Debbie’s ass as the brunette rode her without a care in the world. Now Constance was wondering if they weren’t doing this on purpose….

“Whatcha lookin at?” Constance asked, a dorito falling onto Nine’s shoulder as she slammed the laptop shut, just missing her own fingers. “Was that porn?”

“That—“ Nine cleared her throat. “Was Lou and Deb.”

“Hey, whatever your kink is. No shame. But maybe just search some rando lesbian porn instead of—“

“It’s the security cams, you dipshit.”

“Oh, and they didn’t—“

“Nope.”

“So then they—“

“Yep,” Nine sighed, her lips popping on the “p”. “We gotta tell ‘em. Let ‘em filter shit out. Then we can look for your cell.”

“Speaking of,” Constance grinned, the sound of Lou’s bike cutting across the gravel coming through. “What do we say? Like, surprise, we saw you two fuck on the couch?”

“Tammy’s gonna have a cow,” Nine groaned.

“You think they got any popcorn left for this?” Constance asked, bouncing back to the kitchen as Nine slid down the couch to the floor, letting her head flop against the coffee table as the front door opened.

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blackacre13 · 1 year

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hi darling, your work is addictionnnnnnn. can we please have a part 2 of the elevator one? its like- woah

Part one is here: https://www.tumblr.com/blackacre13/668777605710987264/omg-could-you-do-a-loubbie-smut-fic-inspired-by

“Baby, we’re in an elevator,” Debbie protested, her resistance quickly turning to a moan as she felt Lou’s fingers brush against her panties.

“We’ve done worse,” the blonde chuckled, pushing two fingers between Debbie’s folds as the Ocean moaned louder this time. “Besides, you’re so wet for me already. Why wait until we get home?”

“Lou, I—I—“

“I can’t wait to get you home and throw you on our bed,” Lou murmured. “Really show you how much you turn me on, honey.”

“Shit, baby,” Debbie exhaled, letting her head fall back against the wall of the elevator as she closed her eyes. “That was—“

Lou looked back at her, releasing two of her fingers from between her lips with a loud pop that had made Debbie cut herself off mid sentence.

“Go ahead,” the blonde smirked. “I believe you were about to compliment me.”

“Maybe,” Debbie rolled her eyes.

“Hey, don’t roll your eyes at me unless it’s because of me.”

“It’s precisely because of you, Lou,” Debbie sighed, straightening out her pants before looking around the elevator. “I would offer to return the favor but uh—I’m thinking it’s bad form to keep the elevator on lockdown for the sake of orgasms?”

“It’s a bank of four elevators,” Lou shrugged, coming closer to the brunette, her fingertips playing with Debbie’s waistband. “I only see one out of commission. And this is important. I’m not done with you.”

“Lou, baby, we have a home. And a bed.”

“Too far away.”

“Or a car at least?” Debbie squeaked, but Lou was tugging her pants and panties down as one. “Oh my god, Lou! There’s probably cameras. At least keep my clothes partially on.”

“Debs?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t want to hear another sentence out of your mouth unless it’s a very specific two words. Because, honey, now that I’ve licked you off my fingers, I just have to fully taste you. Do you think you can work with that?”

“Yes, daddy,” Debbie swallowed, Lou dropping in front of her to her knees as she spread the brunette’s legs apart and gripped her thighs. Hard.

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I am DYING for a part 6 of the Actress AU pls 🙏🏼

Part 14 is here: https://blackacre13.tumblr.com/post/700763994533904384/please-could-you-write-more-of-the-actress-au-i

Here's Part 15:

“I—I don’t want to do this wrong,” Debbie admitted almost shyly. She ran her fingers over Lou’s thighs nervously, smiling a bit as she watched Lou’s hips roll in response at the gentle touch.

“Just feel it out,” Lou murmured with a gentle smile. She took Debbie’s hand in hers, guiding her hand between her legs. “You’ll know what feels right. What feels good to you? What would you want?”

“Teach me,” Debbie whispered.

“Oh god,” Debbie groaned, shielding her eyes with her hands. “Oh Fuck. I can’t. I can’t.”

“Oh come on,” Lou grinned. “This is one of my absolute favorites.”

“You’re a liar,” Debbie shrieked, throwing the comforter over her head. “Turn that shit off. I can’t stand seeing my face.”

“Then don’t watch,” Lou shrugged, turning up the volume on the television that had previously been at an imperceptible level as a failsafe for background noise to muffle the sounds the two of them had been making. Debbie couldn’t have named whatever television shows or movies had been playing during the night if her life had depended on it. The only thing she could remember was Lou. Every touch. Every kiss. Every moan. And the taste of her…

“Hey,” Lou chuckled, tickling at Debbie’s thigh. “Teasing you isn’t any fun if you’re not going to get all cute and whiny and try to get me to stop.”

“Sorry,” Debbie blushed, peeking out from the comforter. “I was just—“

“Having gay sex flashbacks?” Lou grinned, raising an eyebrow. “Get used to it, Ocean. It’s a common side effect of life-changing sex, I’m afraid. Especially with me.”

Debbie let out a soft chuckle, but Lou could see her let out a small wince as she glanced at the screen and caught a snippet of herself running through a forest in a tank top and skinny jeans.

Lou pursed her lips, watching her for a moment, before she powered off the television with the remote.

“Would you believe they wouldn’t let me wear a bra for that scene?” The brunette sighed.

“Well, that script wasn’t going to sell itself,” Lou smirked. “Had to give the audience something to pine over.”

“And I don’t even have to tell you about the chafing that comes from running around in sweaty denim. I mean, who would even dress that way trying to track down a criminal? I have no idea how you’re always walking around in that thick, hot leather.”

“Because it does this to you,” Lou whispered, her voice dropping slightly as she ran her fingers between Debbie’s legs, the brunette groaning at the touch as her stomach swooped. “See, America might get to see you running through the woods in a tank top and get a two second glimpse of that braless bounce, but me? Fuck. To think that I get to have you all to myself, in my bed, and make love to you until you see stars and can’t even remember your own name? Worth its weight in gold, Ocean.”

“You’re going to make love to me all day?” Debbie giggled, trying to hide her blush.

“Did you have other plans?” The blonde grinned. “Because I know I had several orgasms in mind and all of them require your participation.”

“Breakfast first?”

“Sure,” Lou nodded, tossing the comforter towards the end of the bed as she crawled between Debbie’s thighs, lowering her head. Her nose brushed against Debbie’s clit as the brunette giggled, trying to close her thighs together as Lou pushed her legs apart, biting at the inside of her thigh.

“Real breakfast,” Debbie whispered.

“After I eat you,” Lou murmured. “Promise.”

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