#lenore osgood

[eddysocs]

In Sickness And In Silk — Lenore Osgood x OC

Summary: Lenore has come down with a bug, and the obligingly obedient Edie is ready to be at her beck and call.

Word Count: 591

Warnings: Implied nudity (non sexual)

Edie walked quietly down the opulent halls of Lenore Osgood's mansion, the plush carpet muffling her slipper clad footsteps. The grandeur of the place never ceased to amaze her, but today her focus was solely on Lenore. The woman had been feeling under the weather, and Edie had been tasked with tending to her every whim.

When she entered Lenore's bedroom, she found the heiress propped up in bed, her complexion paler than usual without the usual gloss of makeup covering her face. Lenore looked up, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she saw Edie.

"Edie, dear," Lenore croaked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I feel dreadful," she added with a pout to gain extra sympathy from the younger woman.

Edie approached the bed, placing a gentle hand on Lenore's forehead. "You do feel warm. Let's get you to the bath, and I'll change your sheets while you're in there."

Lenore nodded, her usual fiery spirit dimmed by her illness. Edie helped her out of bed, supporting her as they walked to the bathroom. Though she hardly needed the extra aid, Edie all too willingly played along with her theatrics. The large, claw foot tub was already filled with warm, fragrant water, the steam curling in the air.

"Let's get you in," Edie said softly, helping Lenore out of her robe. The older woman winced slightly but managed to ease herself into the bath with Edie's assistance. The warmth of the water seemed to soothe her, and she closed her eyes, leaning back with a sigh.

"Thank you, Edie," she murmured. "You're a gem."

Edie smiled, feeling a warmth in her chest that had nothing to do with the steam in the room. "Just relax, Lenore. I'll take care of everything."

Leaving Lenore to soak, Edie hurried back to the bedroom. She stripped the bed of its linens, moving quickly and efficiently. She replaced them with fresh, crisp sheets and pulled out a set of silk pajamas from Lenore's expansive wardrobe. The deep emerald color would complement Lenore's striking features, even in her somewhat weakened state.

By the time Edie returned to the bathroom, Lenore was dozing in the tub, her face no longer so strained, the steam having done its job of helping to clear her sinuses. Edie approached quietly, not wanting to startle her. "Lenore, let's get you dried off and into some fresh clothes."

Lenore opened her eyes and gave a small sigh. "Alright, if we must." Edie took her hand and helped her out of the tub, wrapping her in a thick, warm towel. She dried Lenore's body with gentle movements before guiding her back to the bedroom. Once there, she helped her into the silk pajamas she’d chosen, the fabric gliding smoothly over her skin.

"How do you feel now," Edie asked, tucking Lenore back into bed.

"Better," Lenore admitted, her voice sounding stronger. "Much better. You always know just how to make me feel cared for."

Edie smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair from Lenore's forehead. "It's my pleasure, Lenore. Just rest now. I'll be here if you need anything."

Lenore closed her eyes, already starting to drift off. "Thank you, Edie," she whispered. It wasn’t all the time that she got such thanks from Lenore, so she was happy to hear it. Edie watched her for a moment, making sure she was comfortable before quietly leaving the room. She felt a deep sense of satisfaction, knowing she had been able to aid the woman who meant so much to her.

For @sicktember

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[drippyredsmile]

Ratched - 2020

Lenore Osgood/her monkey Petunia

[prettygreenpills]

Ok guys but Lenore Osgood??? Help???

[sicktember]

In Sickness And In Silk (Lenore Osgood x OC)

Tumblr • AO3 Fandom: Ratched Prompt: Day 14, Clean Sheets/Fresh Pajamas Tags: Sickfic, Caretaking, Fluff, Implied Nudity (Non Sexual) Summary: Lenore has come down with a bug, and the obligingly obedient Edie is ready to be at her beck and

[simpingsimon]

simping for: hot women’s in suits feat. sarah paulson, sharon stone, cynthia nixon and judy davis. 

[mekonaut]

Henry and Lenore Osgood

[grilledcheeseandguavajelly]

1940s Guide To Hiring Women — “Throw the fucking thing.”

For Ratched Netflix with Sharon Stone, Cynthia Nixon, Judy Davis, and Sarah Paulson

[sapphicaffeine]

Sharon Stone as Lenore Osgood in Ratched (2020-)

[multifandomfix]

How They Act When They’re Jealous (Ratched Preference)

Betsy Bucket: Betsy would get a bit avoidant of you for a while when she gets jealous. She’ll be busying herself plotting how to get revenge on the person who took your attention from her.

Edmund Tolleson: When Edmund is jealous he gets downright aggressive. He wouldn’t hesitate to start a fight with someone who flirted with you. You have to hold him back sometimes and it’s something he’s promised to work on.

Gwendolyn Briggs: Gwendolyn would mope when she gets jealous. You’d know immediately when she got in that state and have to reassure her. Deep down she’d know she had nothing to worry about, but she does still get insecure every now and then.

Lenore Osgood: Lenore would get very possessive when she even felt a tinge of jealousy. She’d pull you close, making it very clear that you were hers, and she’d do anything to get that point across to even the most dense of people.

Mildred Ratched: Mildred would shut down anyone flirting with you with very quick efficiency. She’d probably leave them a little bit scared of her in the end, but it would assure that they wouldn’t dare flirt with you again.

For anon

[rotodisk]

one of the best things to ever happen to me this year -- getting noticed by Mrs. Sarah Paulson ♥️

[q-the-rockaholic]

Sharon Stone's Lenore Osgood is just as cool, as sassy, as savage, as badass as the many other characters she has played.

[ververa]

“I see red...”

Request: hiiii could you do a Lenore Osgood x fem reader fic (smut) where the reader would call her mommy/daddy and Lenore would call her princess or some cute pet name

A/N:  I know I'm the worst for taking so long 🙈🙈🙈 I apologize, but school and everything has been pretty hectic lately. Also I'm kinda struggling with writing, not to mention that smut definitely isn’t my strong suit, so I'm sorry if this is bad 🙈 I did my best.

Hope you will enjoy it!!!

Lenore Osgood x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW

Word count: 1,548

You laid on Lenore's king sized bed, sprawled out – just the way the older woman liked. Your hands rested on both sides of your body, your nails were digging into satin bedding as you desperately needed to keep a hold of something when Lenore made your legs spread in one swift move. It never took her too much effort. Just a simple touch of her delicate hands, her nails lightly scratching, leaving white marks on your sensitive skin - were enough to turn you into a mess. It always worked the same. It drove you crazy every damn time without fail. Lenore knew it and took great pride in being able to make you feel that way.

As your legs parted, making enough space for Lenore, she crawled onto the bed, positioning herself between your thighs. You watched her, but didn't move, remembering the rule - no touching. You knew better than to disobey Lenore. You knew that being a good girl and following the rules could be far more rewarding than misbehaving. And the truth was - you were happy to comply. You would do anything, everything for her. Whatever she wanted you to be, you would be - because nothing could compare to the feeling she gave you. Nothing compared to her and nothing had ever felt so good as being with her.

You liked the way she looked at you. You liked the way she touched you. You liked all of it more than any words could ever describe. And Lenore was well aware of it.

Lenore smiled looking at you. You adored that little smirk - the sign of satisfaction on her face, almost as much as having her hands on you. She was clearly pleased with the fact you had no panties on. You were wearing only a skimpy, black nightgown - the one she bought for you and liked so much. It wasn’t a coincidence. She knew. You had been thinking about it. Dreaming about it. Dreaming about her. She had you wrapped around her finger. She had you right where she wanted to - ready, eager, at her beck and call.

“Take it off, darling,” she said, lightly pulling at the lacy material and giving you some space.

You nodded, sitting up and stripping off the thin fabric. That’s what she liked. Obedience.

Lenore took in your naked form and smiled contently, dreamily even. That grin itself was enough to make your head spin. You definitely could lose your mind for that woman. You did lose your mind and there was no turning back…

“Lie down” Lenore ordered and you obliged immediately. “So eager, aren’t you, darling?” she chuckled, shifting, sitting in a more comfortable position.

You blushed, nodding. There was no use denying, you were way too obvious to try and do so anyways.

“Well well, then I should probably give you what you want, hm?” she said, tracing her fingers across your thigh and closely watching the way your body responded to her touch.

“Please…” you gasped.

“Please what, princess?”

“Please, touch me” you looked at her pleadingly.

“Hmm...I don’t know. Should I do it?” she teased and chuckled, as you rolled your eyes. “I need to think about it,” she said in an indifferent tone, looking at her nails instead of you.

“Please please… mommy” you pleaded, knowing it would work, as it did every time.

Lenore’s eyes widened at the title you used. It wasn't the first time you called her mommy. It probably wasn't the last time either. At least she hoped so.

It didn't matter how many times before you had called her that. It didn't matter how many more times you would do it. She could listen to it all the time. Again and again. And the power that one simple word carried would never decrease.

"You are such a good girl for me" she praised "I guess I should reward you, hm?"

You nodded eagerly. Ready and waiting as you always were for her.

"Please…" you said softly, as Lenore positioned herself between your legs once again. Her hand slid up your thigh, making you shiver. You arched your back, giving her an invitation.

"That's my girl" she chuckled, bringing her body down on top of yours - accepting the invitation.

Her lips found yours within seconds. Her hands got a hold on both your wrists and made you move them up, keep them above your head. She shifted to grab them both in one of her hands, so that she could use the other as a support. She held you like that for a while. Her lips trailed down your chin, down the center of your neck. 

"Keep them here" she said, pecking your lips, before letting go of your wrists.

You complied, as you always did. You kept your hands up, out of the way, curling your fingers and biting your lower lip, as Lenore explored your exposed skin. She explored it with her hands, with her lips, with her tongue. She was in no hurry. She let herself enjoy all the ways your body responded to her actions. You made soft sounds as she worked, sighs, giggles, a sudden intake of breath - as she moved and her lips met your stomach. She stopped then and moved forward, placing a few kisses up the space between your breasts.

She didn't keep you waiting too long. She never teased too much. She wanted to hear you moan, scream her name. She liked to watch you whine underneath her. She liked to watch you burn with desire.

Lenore raised your legs higher and you wrapped them around her. The fabric of her silky, red robe was tickling your exposed skin. 

Her lips met yours again, and as they did she entered you, inserting two fingers inside you, sliding deeper, watching you closely as you arched your back and gasped. She smiled.

"Look at me. Look into my eyes" she demanded.

Your eyes met her blue ones, which were now almost completely black with lust. Lenore smirked, before leaning in and capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, pumping her fingers in and out. You kept rolling your hips, searching for even more friction.

"If you keep doing it, I'll stop" Lenore warned and you immediately stopped. You didn't want her to stop. Not when you were so close.

Her lips moved to suck on that one, particularly sensitive spot in your neck that only Lenore knew existed.

"Oh!– Uh!– Lenore" you moaned, momentarily closing your eyes.

"Who?" she pulled away to look at you with one eyebrow raised.

Your eyes opened as you quickly corrected yourself.

"M-mommy" you said, your voice shaking.

"That's it, princess" she smirked, before continuing kissing down your neck. Each peck of her lips on your sensitive skin was leaving you breathless, pushing you further to the edge. Her touch was gradually setting you on fire. You closed your eyes and drew in a hitching, shallow breath. 

"I'm gonna-" a whine escaped your lips "I'm gonna… cum"

"Cum for me, sweet girl" she said in a low voice, curling her fingers inside of you.

You gasped then moaned. And for a moment all you could see was red… Nothing in the world compared to that feeling. You had never felt anything so strong as you did with Lenore. She got your mind flying high, yet kept you completely conscious at the same time. Conscious and incomplete. 

Lenore watched as you fell apart underneath her and then observed how you slowly came down from the blissful state you were in. She stared at you with a small smile on her face. Her nails were lazily drawing different shapes on your abdomen, as she waited for you to catch a breath.

It took you a moment to finally be able to open your eyes. As you did so, you turned your head to look at her. Lenore looked into your glazed eyes and brushing your cheek asked,

"How did it feel, sweetheart?"

"Amazing" you said and met her smile with one of your own.

Lenore moved to sit up and reach for a cigarette, though before she could you rolled over and straddled her lap. The woman hummed contently as you wrapped your arms around her neck and kissed her. She placed her hands on your hips to pull you even closer. The action made you smile against her lips.

Lenore's nails dug into your back and you continued kissing down her neck and cleavage until you reached the bottom of her robe's neck. She gasped as you kept placing kisses all around the neckline. You pushed down the edge of her robe, exposing her shoulder, giving your lips more skin to conquer.

"Since I've been good, it's time you let me have a taste of you" you said at which Lenore's grin only got bigger.

The heiress undid her robe, exposing her naked body. You could feel your cheeks getting warmer. The excitement of what was next took your mind over completely.

Having Lenore's hands and lips on you felt  amazing, blissful. Though being able to return the favor felt even better. You hadn't even started yet, but you already were ready to pray and beg her for more.

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[chaoticlesbiab]

These three women have sugar mommy energy that is UNMATCHED and you can’t tell me otherwise.

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[sapphicsfied]

So, am I ugly?

[Gwendolyn Briggs x reader]

"Gwen.." you said, peeking inside the bathroom.

Gwendolyn was shakily holding a razor, tears streaming down her face as she looked at her reflection in the mirror.

Cancer's treatments had really taken a toll on her physical appearance. Her already milky skin had become even paler, making her look like the ghost of the woman she once was; and she had lost so much weight, every time you went out you feared a gust of wind would have blown her away, just like a pile of dust, so you held on to her, as firmly as you could.

You knew how much your lover had suffered since the beginning of the treatments, but losing her hair was the last drop, you knew that too.

You stepped into the bathroom and wrapped your arms around her waist. She scoffed, "Look at me, I'm ugly.. I'm...repulsive". She threw the razor on the floor, covering her face with her hands as she sobbed.

You picked the razor up, "Let me".

You shaved her thin, weak hair, occasionally kissing her cheeks to wipe away her tears. Once you were done she stared at the mirror, as if in a trance.

You sighed and raised the razor to your head, proceeding to shave off your hair as well.

She looked at you in disbelief, "Darling, you.."

"I couldn't let you go through this alone", you kissed the back of her head.

"So, am I ugly?", you asked, with the hint of a smile on your face.

Gwen turned around, facing you, "You're stunning".

"Just like you", you answered, before gently kissing her lips.

[wjldsage]

am i the only one who liked lenore osgood in ratched???