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kinktober day 9 — semi public sex w lou miller and debbie ocean — fem!reader

You loved seeing her like this. You know she was pissed, and it made you want to keep pushing until she snapped.

A woman had come up to you that night at Lou’s club. She’d sat down next to you when Debbie had gone to get you a drink, and when Debbie came back the silent war between the two of them had started, and possession of you was the goal.

You had no interest in the woman flirting with you — but it was so satisfying to see Debbie getting increasingly jealous. You knew all of the signs and she displayed every one of them. You knew Lou was around somewhere as well, and though you didn’t know where she was you knew that she knew everything that happened in her club, especially where you were concerned.

The woman beside you kept flirting, kept testing her luck, kept trying to touch you subtly. And you were getting slowly more tipsy, too, with the drinks she was buying you combined with the drinks Debbie was buying you.

Hands on your shoulders. You turned from where you sat at the bar and Lou was there, her hands sliding from your shoulders to your waist. She took in the situation, gaze flitting from you to Debbie to the woman beside you, and all at once she understood.

She pressed a kiss to your shoulder and any tension you were carrying released.

“Come on,” she whispered, and taking your hand she pulled you off the barstool. Debbie was close to follow, and soon the two of you were in the bathroom.

As soon as the door shut Lou was pushed against the door, Debbie pinning her against it and reaching over to lock it. Lou eyed her with a sort of subdued surprise — usually it was Debbie pinned, Lou in charge, but none of you were averse to the change.

“Took you long enough,” Debbie breathed, irritation obvious, jealousy staining her voice. “You should’ve seen the shit I had to put up with, sitting there waiting, while—”

Lou reversed their position effortlessly, pinning Debbie against the wall. “What, did you get jealous? Did you really think I would let that woman steal our girl?”

Debbie didn’t respond, her head tipping back against the door as Lou’s lips ghosted over her neck.

You wanted to help, you wanted to touch, but you knew you were in deep enough trouble as it was and moving at all from where you stood would only make it worse.

“If you think you can fuck her so much better than anyone else,” Lou said, speaking to Debbie but turning to look briefly at you, “then show us.”

Before you could register what was happening Debbie was pinning you against the bathroom sinks, her lips crashing into yours and her leg positioning between yours. You moaned against her mouth, gasping when her hand weaved into your hair and pulled so that your head snapped back and she gained access to your neck.

“So pretty,” she breathed, sucking bruises on your pulse point, and your breath hitched. “So gorgeous, and all mine.”

“Ours,” Lou rasped, coming up beside you and pulling you into a kiss while Debbie continued to work at your neck.

They flipped you over, bending you over the sinks. You moaned, eyes falling closed but opening when Debbie pulled your head up by your hair to make you look at her. You realized that this was why she hadn’t scared off the woman who had been flirting with you. She could have easily, but she didn’t because she wanted this, wanted to ruin you where everyone could see.

Breaking for a moment she leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Tell us to stop.”

“No,” you breathed, and satisfied she stood back up to her full height. She watched you in the mirror, her gaze meeting yours, and you shivered, eyes breaking away from her heavy stare.

“Who do you belong to?” Lou rasped, and you moaned breathily.

“You,” you said.

“Good girl,” Debbie cooed, and parting from you she adjusted her black dress.

You resisted a moan at the sight of her — for between her legs was your favorite strap, and you knew you were in for a long night.

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Debbie Ocean & Lou Miller

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Debbie x Lou lockscreen 🥰

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now, imagine that lou miller has seen them all.

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“dirty dancing, darling?” a dirty dancing-inspired loubbie fic.

“Debs, c’mon, don’t be- don’t be like this. This is exactly the kind of summer we, all, need. A break from it all.” 

Debbie  rolled her eyes, her face turned away towards the darkening sky outside, eyes fixed on the sinking globe of the sun. Her back ached from the long drive, and Danny was pissing her off with his do-good-for-all attitude as usual. 

“You mean the summer you needed.” She said quietly, too tired to snap properly. She flopped back on the bed till all she could see was the white stretch of the fan on the ceiling. 

"Debbie. Don't be stubborn. This is… for all of us." She could feel his eyes narrowing at her without even looking at him, picturing him adjusting the cuffs of his suit he was still wearing from the meal, undoing the top button. A flat line of his lips, a sigh grumbling like the start of a thunderstorm.

"So this holiday isn’t so you two assholes can run away from the fucking car crash you left in New York?" she said huffily, rolling onto her side. "The mess that left you without a wife and without any self-respect?"

There was silence. She raised her glare towards her brother, refusing to simmer at his cowed expression.

From behind him, the bathroom door squeaked open and a fresh-out the shower Rusty appeared, wet blonde fringe and with a toothbrush replacing the usually hung cigarette from his lips. Debbie scowled at it, tired of Rusty’s swaggering attempts to appear attractive.  There was always something in that kid’s mouth. 

He glanced between them, a smirk appearing at Debbie's red face. "To be fair, Debbie, you can only call it a half-assed mess if there was half an ass involved," he said, turning in his towel and shaking his behind at Debbie, who scowled even darker.

"And trust me," Rusty continued, eyeing Danny, "There was more than one ass involved here."

Debbie growled, and raised herself off the bed, resisting the urge to scream in her brother's face.

"If you two want to just butt around in the middle of fucking nowhere, count me out." She said, 

"I'm leaving" she added, marching towards the door before Danny mentioned the fact she couldn't drive, or before Rusty coined her accidental added ass joke. 

She needed air. That's what Danny had said to her when he'd announced their escape plan that they were calling a holiday that morning. "Mountain air," he'd said. And it was true, there were mountains. But there was no air. Not in that tiny cabin he'd holed them up in, prime for arguments and her under his control and not out here in the stagnant tropical breezes of the summer night. It was sticky, it was hot, and she felt like a child that had been grounded from spring break. "I fucking hate it." she said, as she made her way up to the main house. "I hate it. I hate Danny. I hate Danny. I hate Danny."

They had two months here, and unless she developed an interest in smelling her own shit like Rusty and Danny did, she wasn't going to last two weeks.

Back in the chalet, Danny Ocean watched the shape of Debbie Ocean speedily zoom away; fists balled, arms furious, and wondered when his little sister had grown up so much.

"She's right, you know." Rusty said, coming up behind him, laying a damp head on his shoulder.

"About which bit?" he said dryly. He felt Rusty eyeing him.

"You think she's right about the Tess bit." he said.

He sighed. "She's not right about the Tess bit, okay?"

"Okay?"

"Okay, man, whatever you say." Rusty said, pulling his head away, hands raised. "Whatever."

Hello gays :) I haven't been on in a while, but I'm finally writing again. Here's part one (of many to come) of the Dirty Dancing Loubbie Fic! I want you to think 1980s summer. Think long conversations by the lake. Think old cars. Think of kisses that last as long as the sun stays up. And most of all, think Dirty Dancing.

I love you all, see you soon!

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Hey you, i know that you like me

No, it's not a secret

I could be your girlfriend

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Debbie Ocean & Lou Miller

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i think that we as a society stopped talking about the blatant homoeroticism in ocean’s 8 far too easily

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It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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I love my moms:3

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MS CATE BLANCHETT

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cat blanchett ✨ (process under read more)

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For the Loubbie shippers out there 😉

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lou loves debbie

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{Debbie Ocean and Lou / Loubbie matching icons}

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