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[amerrierworld]

Winter Blues

Ocean’s 8 fanfiction

request: “where reader is sick and the two of them worry about the reader”

Summary: You thought staying in bed by yourself was the best way to spend your day, but a couple of girlfriends have other plans.

Characters: Lou x Debbie x gn!reader

Word Count: 1,272

Warnings: fLUFF!

Your phone had been ringing on-and-off again all morning, muffled by a pillow thrown on your nightstand. The flu had decided to visit you after one too many nights out with Lou and Debbie, and you were slowly starting to regret your decisions.

A ding of a text notification sounded, then another, and another. You knew it was either Lou or Debbie, they were the only one who’d keep bothering you this much during the day. 

‘sick today. can’t come to dinner.’ you had texted them when you’d woken up groggy and feverish. Not even five minutes had passed before Debbie was texting you, asking how high your temperature was, if you were staying in bed, and texting you all sorts of antibiotic label names that you couldn’t keep track of. 

Lou had tried to call, but you’d let it go to voicemail. Not that you didn’t want to talk to them, but because you felt your dry throat wouldn’t be up to a conversation, and you didn’t want to worry them even more. 

So you ignored them, and drifted in and out of consciousness, riddled with sickly dreams and an upset stomach. Snow was falling outside, and it was cloudy and grey, much like how you were feeling. 

You woke to a rattling on your front door, followed by harsh whispers and hurried footsteps. You barely got a chance to open your eyes before two figures crowded your bed. 

“G’morning,” you tried to say, but it came out more as a rude croak.

“Morning? More like late afternoon,” Lou scoffed, grabbing the dirty tissues off of your nightstand and cleaning up the mess you’d made. Her face was all-natural today, you noticed. No heavy eyeliner or mascara. Hair half-pulled up and wearing soft slacks and a bomber jacket with a t-shirt under it. 

Debbie was looking more casual than usual as well. She was wearing leggings and an oversized knitted sweater rather than her typical chic and sophisticated look. She was fussing over the corners of your blankets and tucking them in properly. 

You’d barely gotten a chance to sit up as a platter with toast and orange juice was shoved in front of your face.

“Have you eaten?” Debbie asked, sitting on the side of your bed. You shrugged, answering her question. 

“I really appreciate it,” you swallowed heavily, “but I don’t know if I can keep anything down right now.”

“Nonsense, just a little bite, okay?”

Debbie tried to lift a bite up for you to eat on a fork, but instead, your reflexes convulsed and you vomited over the side of the bed. Your girls were there, Debbie grabbed the trashcan to catch the puke, and Lou grabbed your hair to keep out of your face as you got rid of what little food you had in your system. 

Coughing a bit, you settled back in the pillows, muttering an apology. 

“Shouldn't you be getting ready for dinner? Those reservations you made...” you began, feeling guilty at making both of them staying here with you.

“The restaurant will still be there when you get healthy again, sweetheart, no rush,” Lou said, brushing damp hair out of your face. “We’re staying here with you until you feel better.”

“You may have to replace your front door lock though, Lou thought it a good idea to break in.”

“That’s because you forgot to bring the spare on the way here!”

You giggled quietly, before saying, “but I’ll get both of you sick if you stay here!”

“Don't be ridiculous. Our immune systems are out of this world.”

You tried to argue with the two of them, but once these partners in crime had their minds set on something, they weren’t going to be persuaded otherwise. Lou managed to help you drink some water while Debbie grabbed fresh sheets that didn’t smell of sick and sweat. 

Too tired to get out of the bed and take a shower, your girlfriends compromised and helped you take off your shirt before rubbing a damp, soothing washcloth up and down your perspired torso. Debbie brushed your hair, using a bit of dry shampoo to last you until you could get to the bathroom. 

Lou, ever the smart ass, chucked a fresh shirt of yours in the dryer so it came out hot and sweet-smelling. As soon as you’d put it on you felt yourself drifting off to sleep again. 

Debbie checked your temperature as you dozed on and off, opening your window to let in some fresh air, tidying up the room and prepping some snacks in the kitchen. Lou helped you clean your face a bit, rubbed moisturizer on your cheeks and massaged your back and shoulders before holding you close.

“I’m gon’ get you sick,” you protested, but she shushed you, turning on the TV to whatever movie was playing.

Satisfied that she’d cleaned almost your entire home, Debbie came back to your bedroom and stripped until she was just in her sweater and underwear. Lou did the same, before the women climbed under the clean sheets with you and held you close.

“You two are a pair of fussy old women, you know that?” you mumbled, your nose stuffy and voice sore. 

“Yes, obviously, but you love us, so no complainin’,” Lou swatted your hand.

“You decided to ignore us on the phone, so now you have to deal with us taking care of you, because clearly you’re not up for it yourself,” Debbie gave you a pointed look. You grumbled under your breath, feeling like a scolded child, but shimmying closer to their comfortable body heat all the same.

“This is a terrible movie, Lou, why would you put that on?”

“It was just what’s on right now, okay? Don’t come for my ass.”

“Give me the remote, if we’re gonna be here we have to at least have good entertainment.”

“Why do you always get to pick the film, huh, Ocean?”

“Because you have terrible taste!”

Snuggled under your blankets, with three pairs of warm legs rubbing comfortably up against each other, you smiled drowsily at their familiar bickering. Debbie put on an old Christmas movie, and they started up again, this time comparing reboots with the originals. 

At some point Lou made popcorn, and you managed to eat a couple because of how light they were, it was easy to keep down. Another glass of water, and a couple of apple slices. It had begun to grow dark, but neither of your bed partners made any move or sign that they were leaving any time soon.

“Are you staying the night?” you asked them as Lou leaned over to flick on the lamp on your nightstand. 

“Of course, silly,” Debbie said, taking your temperature again. “Oh, look, your fever’s not as high anymore.”

“I still feel terrible though,” you murmured. 

“You should sleep. Hopefully some rest will help break the fever,” this time her voice was soft and gentle.

“We’ll go to the couch if you really wanna get rid of us,” Lou added, “but we’re not going anywhere, not until you’re okay again.”

“No, don’t go, please? It’ll be so cold without you,” you admitted. 

Lou and Debbie shared a mutual look, and not another word was said for the reest of the night. Lou pulled you to lay your head on her chest, pulling the  blankets up snugly to your shoulders, and Debbie wrapped her arms around you from behind, spooning you until you felt a comfortable warmth spread through your body. You drifted away into a calm, dream-less sleep, your fever already starting to break. 

[amerrierworld]

Here for the Art (pt 2)

Ocean’s 8 - fanfiction 

Part 1:  x

Summary: You get your hands on Lou this time, and you don’t hold back.

Characters: Lou x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,733

Warnings: eheh... S M U T 

The heist had been a success. Thousands of dollars were flooding in your bank account and you were filled with giddy glee as the numbers went up. Who wouldn’t be? Money doesn’t buy happiness, but it does make things a whole lot easier. 

The team had celebrated at Daphne’s lavish mansion in the country, and though you were enjoying yourself immensely, you were itching to get some time alone with Lou. 

After she was done her bit she nearly burned her security outfit with sleepy rage. “Never again,” she groaned, falling on your bed as you had drawn her a hot bath. 

Lou had plenty of stamina for many things; sex, her club, conning, and you. But even she needed a much-needed break once in a while. 

Now here you were, in Daphne’s expansive living room, with a posh-looking cat circling around your legs and Lou by your side. It was well into the night where most alcohol had been consumed and everyone was just chill. You couldn’t remember who had gone to bed already or who was still doing shots.

You were lazily watching old cartoons on the TV, curled up against Lou as Looney Tunes started up again. An arm wrapped protectively around her middle, you were ready to nod off when she shifted, startling you. 

Lou groaned a bit as she straightened out her legs in front of her. “Sorry love,” she said to you. “Legs just cramping a bit.”

You blinked at her as she shook out her hair and settled back in the seat, your fingers twitching. Noticing this, Lou arched an eyebrow at you, and you moved positions suddenly, so that she was resting against the arm of the couch, her feet in your lap. 

“Hm?” she hummed in question, as you took off her socks and hiked up her slacks as far up her legs as you could pull them. 

When your fingers pressed into her aching calves, her mouth dropped open and she groaned. You grinned at her as her shoulders relaxed and you worked your hands deep into the tight muscles, working out the knots.

Lou was watching the screen with half-lidded eyes, one hand reaching towards you to caress your side as you massaged her legs. The clock was indicating it was long past 1am already, but suddenly you couldn’t bring yourself to think of sleep yet.

You finished massaging Lou’s calves and slowly danced your fingers up her legs, past strong thighs and drawing circles on her hipbones. She jerked a bit at the feeling and looked over at you.

“What do you think you’re doing, kitten?” she asked in a low, ragged voice. You could see the defiance in her eyes, ready to pounce on you, but you knew her bodily state wasn’t up for it, so you cocked your head at her and leaned over to press a kiss to her lips.

“Just helping you relax,” you said, fingers passing over her lower stomach and the inside of her thighs. “You’ve been working so hard lately.”

A strong hand gripped the back of your head, her tongue invading your mouth. 

“This is hardly helping me relax, baby,” Lou grumbled, your fingernails scratching lightly over her stomach under her shirt. 

“Hm? What was that?” you pulled away, biting at her earlobe. She cursed, hips bucking up at your feather-light touch.

“Y/N,” she breathed. “If you wait until we get home, we’ll have all the time-,”

“Nuh-uh,” you cut her off, a hand gripping her waist. “You say I could have my way with you, didn’t you? I’d like to cash in that promise now.”

“Fuck.”

You sucked a bruise underneath her ear and she dropped her hands above her head in defeat.

“Fine, you little brat,” she hissed through her teeth. She was wide awake now, blue eyes staring into yours, daring you to do something. “Show me what you’ve got.”

-

In the guest room that Daphne had promised the two of you, you could hardly believe the sight on top of you. Lou sat perched on your stomach, rubbing her wet cunt against a thick, red strap that you were wearing. Her hands were tied behind her back and you’d put a leather choker around her neck. 

After plenty of teasing, discussion of safe words and buckling in toys, Lou was now suddenly desperate, horny, and completely at your mercy. She’d chuckled at your slight clumsy attempts of being in charge, but somewhere along the way, her own body got the better of her. 

You grinned, not only at Lou’s entire change of character, but her complete willingness to play along tonight. Usually the roles were switched. She was much more demanding and dominant in real life and in bed. Getting her to this point of submission where she looked ready to break at your touch, might’ve been one of the most arousing things you’d ever seen.

Her hips were bucking but one of your hands was holding her down tightly, the other pressing a small vibe against her clit at just a low enough setting that she couldn’t cum. 

“...please...” she choked out as you pulled back slightly and pressed the tip of the strap against her folds, teasing her. 

“Hm?” you were grinning like a madman, remembering exactly the position Lou had you in at the art gallery mere days ago. “Did you say something?”

Lou growled low in her throat, throwing her head back in exasperation, rocking faster. 

“God you’re such a, a-,” you pressed the vibe harder against her, making her words falter. Her hair was sticking to her neck, and you reached up to brush it out of the way.

“Such a what, baby?”

“A pain in my ass,” Lou huffed as your fingers scratched down her neck, over her nipples. You tutted, and pulled the vibe away.

She mewled at the loss of the contact, moving her hips side to side in a desperate attempt to get you inside her. 

“That wasn’t very nice of you, was it?” you said, gripping her middle until she stilled, breathing heavily and looking down at you with dark eyes. 

“’m sorry,” she mumbled under her breath, trying to lean down and kiss you. You avoided the kiss, hands pushing her back up again. She huffed. 

“Louder, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Good. Now, ask nicely and maybe I’ll let you cum tonight.”

Lou was grumbling, annoyed and very turned on at you demanding things of her like this. She wasn’t used to it, but with the way her neck flushed and she squirmed on top of you, getting your stomach wet and sticky, she was clearly enjoying it. 

She sighed and batted her eyelashes at you, and you knew you’d won.

“Please?” she said through pouty lips. You chuckled and gripped her ass with your fingers, causing her to gasp.

“Please,” she sighed, back arching. “Please let me cum tonight.”

“Hm, since you asked so nicely,” you said. “Up on your knees, baby.”

She took a couple breaths, trying to register what you had said before her brain clicked and she shuffled to get up off of you. You pressed the tip of the strap against her folds and she immediately tried to sink down on you, but you stilled her.

“Slowly, there’s a good girl,” you ordered. She bit her lip and did as you asked. As she sank down at an excruciating pace, your own eyes fluttered at the feeling of her pressing down against you. Turning the vibe back up, you pressed it to her clit again and Lou groaned. 

She started rocking and you didn’t stop her. The bed was creaking softly at the movements. When she sped up, gasping, you dropped the vibe to grip her thighs and pushed up your hips to meet her as she came down. 

She was gasping, mumbling incoherent things and you muttered praise in return, watching as she came undone above you, head thrown back. You pressed your thumb against her clit this time and rubbed quickly in time with your thrusts.

“Ah! G-od,” she cried out. “Fuck.”

When she was close, you sat up and wrapped an arm around her, holding her tightly while she rubbed against you and came, shaking. Your fingers kept rubbing against her clit to ease her down from her high and she trembled, face pressed against your neck, mumbling a soft thank you and peppering you with kisses. 

When she’d settled down, you kissed her shoulder and reached to untie her arms. Bringing her wrists to your mouth you pressed your lips against the sensitive flesh and she sighed at the feeling of relief. You began untying the choker around her neck but she stopped you.

“Don’t. I like it.”

You smiled warmly and let her separate from your hold to ease you out of her. Lou, with trembling and sweaty limbs, crouched down to suck you clean, making intense eye contact with you. 

Her swollen lips came back up to kiss you while you undid the belt for the strap, tossing everything aside so you could hold her against you firmly. 

“Hm, that was nice,” she hummed against your ear, coming to. Her old self started to come back, eyes sparkling, but her cheeks were still very red, and her breathing was heavy.

“I told you already, I was missing you,” you said, stroking her back and arms. Her fingers were playing with your hair. 

“Missing me a lot, clearly,” she chuckled. 

You settled down next to each other on top of the sheets and you hugged her tight, nose rubbing against her jaw, legs tangling. 

“Wanna go somewhere with the money we got?” she asked suddenly. You blinked and pulled back to look at her. 

“With the team?”

“No, baby girl. Just the two of us. I was thinking, Europe maybe?” she mused, “somewhere nice, and stupidly romantic.”

You laughed. "Hm, I’ll get back to you on that in about 2 to 3 business days, miss.”

She pulled you closer and you relished in the warmth and strength she was exuding. As you were dozing off, you couldn't help the last comment to slip from your mouth.

“I’ve heard they’ve got a lot of great artworks in Europe.”

Lou laughed, filling the room with warm sound that made you smile as she pressed a kiss against your forehead. 

A/N: Whoop! There it is, folks. Smut galore in this series, but I couldn’t help it with Lou :3. Thank you all for your amazing responses for part one and my other pieces, I’m beyond flabbergasted with the support from you guys and it makes me eager to write. 

Shoutout to @smuttty​ @gaylorrds​ and @waitingfortheendtocome​ for your responses to pt 1 (and some suggestions for pt 2 ;) ) this one’s for you lovelies.