Larissa Weems

you know about Reno Sweeney? The one played by Patti in Anything Goes!!!! so I was think abt something like about her having a forbidden relationship w reader so bad😫😫 like r is married to some rich man (who doesn't give a fuck abt her) and she is a secret lesbian like Reno (a smut one bc i'm feeling a little 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 abt the all patti lupone thing), sorry if its a bad one, I really bad at english 💀

also really love ur content!! hope ur don't forget abt Kathy Pizazz too✨️

Of course I know about our fabulous queen. She is a sweetie. Thank you so much for your compliment, I really apricate it. If I do get a request for Kathy I'll add her to the Patti list 💜

I need you, not him (Reno Sweeney x reader)

Tag list (If you wanna be tagged for all Patti fics lemme know) - @macnbriee @damagnificentcookie @mgruiz @delusionaforolderwomen @emilynissangtr

Warnings - Smut and angst

A small hum left your lips as you fixed your hair, a mess from the after the night's events. It had been a spectacular night. Past few days even! Your husband had gone to a business meeting in a near by town. Leaving you free to do as you pleased. You wiped away of smudged lipstick and thought for a moment. He'd be back by tomorrow morning. Earlier then he said and ruining your plans. Coming out of the bathroom, Reno's browed furrowed as she saw you were tidying yourself up. Were you leaving already? But it was so early into the night. Approaching you, her hands wrapped around your torso. Relaxing into her an embrace, you smiled fondly and closed your eyes. The ginger woman snuggled into your neck, squeezing her dark brown eyes shut. Taking in your scent. You turned to face her, forcing her to pull back. "Raul is coming home tomorrow morning, I have to go." You smiled weakly, strained. 

Her eyes narrowed and she clutched your hand. She didn't want you to go. She was starting  to grow sick of this pattern. Of you slipping through her grasp. "Please don't." She whispered, hurt. Since your husband had been away, she had grown so used to having you so close all time. Everything was so perfect without him. She resented you for making her care so much. Your smile became thin and your hand went to her cheek. What were you to do? Stuck in a loveless marriage with a despicable man. You scanned her face and bit the inside of your cheek. Her dark eyes softened as she saw your inner battle playing on your face.  

"You know that I have to, Reno." Your whisper hung in the air, cracking. It hurt her. Why couldn't you just see what she saw? That the two of you could be happy together.  "I'll see you on Saturday night? Raul is going to visit his but and you have your performance at the nightclub?" Reno glanced over your face only to see your supportive smile. Your eyes of admiration. "And then... After, we can celebrate." You stroked her hair and weaved your fingers through her ginger locks. Your voice echoed in her mind, Your suggestive tone made her tremble. The smaller woman pulled away and wiped her hands on her dressing gown. Putting some distance between you both.  You sighed and stood, walking towards her. Perhaps she was more hurt by your... situation then she ever let on. 

Reno eyed you. Fear struck you as you noticed her subtle tearful expression. Your heart dropped as you heard her next words. "I need you, not him." She turned towards you, her eyes desperate. Stuck in a hard place, You bit your tongue. Your own tears caught in your eyes. "Why can't you see that I love you." She went still as your body clashed against hers. You breathed heavily, embracing the ginger woman. Shaking, Reno's hands went to your back. Leaning against you, the singer rested her head against your neck. You closed your eyes, Breathing in her scent. 

"I love you too, Reno..." You whispered into her ear. Reno pulled away to search you in the eye. As if looking for some kind of deceptions. When she found none, her mouth fell upon yours. Your brows furrowed as you melted into her affections. The redhead pushed you towards the bed as she bit your lower lip. It had lit a spark in her. To hear you finally say those words. You yelp as you landed on her bed. The ginger smiled and climbed onto your hips. Her mouth found yours and you couldn't help but smile fondly into the kiss. Your fingers tangled in her hair as she began to kiss your jaw. Her hands went to your shirt and began to unbutton it. You whimpered as she rolled her hips forwards. Her kisses went to your neck and you pulled her closer. Her breath was hot against your flushed flesh. A rumble left your lips as the ginger woman bite down. Leaving her mark. She didn't care. Your husband could suck it up. You were hers. Not his. A part of her knew that you would most likely cover it with make up but it was nice to think of it. Tugging on her clothes, you spoke. "Take it off, love..." She smirked at your trembling voice. As Reno began to throw off her dressing gown, she sucked a dark red mark on your neck, just above your chest.

Running your hands along her side, your back curved as you let out a moan of pleasure. Reno smiled like a fool as she unclipped your bra. She kissed in between your breath and watched as your breath hitched in need. She trailed her tongue over your stomach. Your hands gripped the bed sheets. As she moved back up to your breast with a click of her tongue. "This look suits you," She groaned as she looked over you. Her eyes darkened as she noticed just how truly desperate you looked. Smiling, she bit at your breast. A part of her wondered where he had touched you. Where his gritty hands had defiled you. She wanted to do it instead. To ruin you. Without warning her lips came down onto yours and your breath hitched into the kiss. As your hands went to the back of her head, the ginger woman placed her hand below and began to rub with your clit. Her feather touches teasing you non-stop. Reno smirked as she felt how soaked you actually were for her. She wasted no time in thrusting two fingers in to your entrance. A sharp gasp left you and Reno watched as your face twisted into a mix of pleasure and pain. Giving you some time to adjust, she went back to your neck. Adding more marked for your husband to find. The dark eyed woman became flustered as you whimpered out her name. 

Your hips bucked into her hand as she began her movements. Her pace was brutal and it made your head spin. With your eyes rolling back, the young woman lowered herself down your body while still working her fingers. Suddenly. you felt her long wet tongue against your entrance. "Good god." You moaned at the ginger's mouth worked wonders on you. Your stomach twisted and fluttered. "Keep going, darling." You urged her on with a cry of need. Reno listened to your plea in kind, her pace speeding up a bit. Tears rolled down your cheeks and Reno hesitated for a moment. Checking that you were alright. "D-don't stop." You whimpered weakly. Your voice shaking. Reno's nails dug into your thighs in an attempt to keep you still. Your own nails scratched the back of her neck. Leaving dark red lines. You bit your lip trying to supress your noise but reno wasn't having it. Her moment's became rougher and you folded. Crying out her name, you threw you head back while your hips thrusted into her palm. Panting, your closed you eyes. Trying come down from your high. Reno guided you through it, her fingers became slower.

She licked her finger's clean making direct eye contact with you as you watched her. You smiled, slightly dazed. "How was that?" She asked curiously. "Better then Raul?" She asked. Your eyes softened and you opened your arms for her. 

Reno didn't need to be asked twice. She frowned into you. Snuggling close. "You're always better then that dim-witted boar of a man, Reno." You whispered against her hair. "Please don't ever doubt that, love." You begged. Stroking her arm, You eyed her and smiled. "How about we make the most of the night... I was reading the other day about some... new things and I'd like to try them on you." You purred causing her cheeks to go red for a moment. 

The ginger woman smiled fondly but shook her head. "Just hold me.." She mumbled after a moment of silence. Your brows furrowed in deep concern. This was unusual for Reno. This sudden vulnerability. The woman was always so much more confident. Your smile went thin and you kissed her forehead. You'd keep her light burning bright. That was your job. "Plus you can surprise me with your tricks on Saturday." Reno chuckled. Stroking her cheek, you nodded. Saturday. 

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UGGHH I personally love these two.

That's all, My darlings. Take my garbage. Reno is such an underrated Queen. I would like to point out that I'm dyslexic so I'm sorry for any mistakes. I'm always reading the comments and looking for your thoughts and taking them into account and they help a lot with motivation.

If we want more Reno let me knowww

Lot's of love and I hope to see you in the future! 💜

(Remember to continue to thank and praise Patti Lupone in our prayers)

You’re Mine

Helena Eagan x Reader

Summary: Helly kisses what isn’t hers. Helena needs to remind you exactly who you belong to.

Tags: strap-on, hair pulling, rough sex, ficlet

Reader is wearing nondescript pants.

Authors note: Helena give me one chance I swear you won’t regret it.

ao3 | masterlist

Helena watches with cold eyes as Helly kisses your innie. Kisses you. The one good thing Helena has that Helly doesn’t.

It doesn’t matter that Helly made friends. That people care about her in a way they never have about Helena. Because Helena has you. You care about her. You see her and you love her and you’re hers. Helly putting her filthy hands on you is something she won’t tolerate.

Helena’s hands are clenched tight enough for her nails to dig into her skin as she stalks out of her office to find you. You’re at the kitchen table, reaching up for something in the cupboard. She doesn’t care what. She walks up behind you, tension in every line of her body, wraps her fingers around your waist and shoves your hips against the counter. You yelp in surprise, catching yourself so you’re already partially bent over for her.

“Helena?” you ask.

There’s only confusion in your voice. No fear or hate or annoyance. She grinds her hips against yours and feels the way you shiver. The stiff strap-on between her thighs was the right choice. Normally, you’re the one to worship her in the bedroom. This will be a rare treat for you.

She wants you to feel the ache as you make your oblivious way around the severed floor tomorrow.

“Did something happen?” you ask, always so concerned for her.

“Quiet,” she says and grips your hair. You submit instantly, letting her pull you into an arch as she devours you with her eyes. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” you say. “Only you.”

Her free hand pulls down your pants while the one in your hair pushes until you’re lying flat. You’re wet enough that she can fill you with one thrust. She isn’t in the mood to give you time to adjust and relishes the way you gasp. She pulls out all the way to the tip before pushing back inside of you. You jolt and moan. Her free hand goes to your hip to keep you still as she fucks into you again.

Her pace is harsh and it isn’t long before she’s pulling you up by your hair again.

“Helena,” you whimper.

She allows a small, greedy sound to escape her.

“Say it again,” she says and tugs at your hair.

“Helena,” you moan.

“Who do you belong to?” she emphasises the question with a rougher thrust of her hips.

“You.”

Helena watches the way you gasp and moan and cling onto the counter. It makes her want to devour you whole but she remains firm in her control. She isn’t an animal.

Instead, she digs her fingers in and watches you slowly fall apart under her. When you start making those little high-pitched noises that mean you’re getting close, she snarls,

“You’re mine.”

“Yours, yours, yours,” you chant in time with her thrusts.

She feels the way you tense and break under her. She lets her nails dig in as she watches you writhe and moan for her. She memorises every twitch as you slowly come down. All this time and she still finds watching you fall apart fascinating.

She doesn’t move again until all that’s left of your orgasm is little shivers wracking your spine. She slowly drags her strap out, noting the way your breath hitches, before just as slowly pushing back in.

“Again?” you ask.

“I want you to feel this tomorrow.”

You nod, taking a deep breath. You slowly cross your wrists at the small of your back. She exhales sharply. Yes, this is exactly what she needs.

general headcanons with helena

— includes sfw and nsft.

dominant bottom!!!!!! she loves to control you when you fuck her and scolds you for not doing it correctly but you have her whining and begging for more.

dates in her lumon office because she’s always there and barely has any time to come visit you when she’s working :( but you both still make the best of it!! she orders you whatever you want, but sometimes you just wanna pack her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and call it dinner.

visiting her at lumon and kinda just following her around like a lost puppy because she’s busy talking to all these people… helena giving you kisses throughout the day to let you know she cares and that she notices you 😓 helena holding your hand under the table because i think she still gets a little anxious 😓😓

sugar mommy lowkey highkey‼️ her favorite thing is buying you expensive lingerie and then ripping it off you because she can just buy you new ones. if you’re in college, you get a private ride to and from class. if you ever want something specific for lunch at work, you get it. doesn’t matter if you’re really craving that place you and her went that is an hour away, you’re getting it asap. she also has an extensive collection of toys for you 😇 (also. calling her mrs eagan in bed.....)

i wrote about this happening to reader, but what about leaving marks on helena before she leaves for “work” 😵‍💫 helly who always finds hickeys on her body and desperately wants to meet her outie partner who’s doing this… slipping your panties into helena’s pocket for helly to find….

speaking of helly, comforting helena after hellys attempt ☹️ you’re horrified when you get to lumon, expecting to pick up your girlfriend like usual, only to see her being ushered out into an ambulance. going to the hospital with her and trying to convince her to resign because you're scared of what helly'll do next...but you also feel for her because she must be so scared in there :( she's only 2 days old 😭😭😭😭 just taking care of helena until she eventually goes back!!! making her stay at YOUR shitty apartment and making her breakfast in bed because you could've lost her and you just need to dote on her so much ☹️ she def makes fun of you for being so clingy but you know her ass loves it....

also thinking about how she replayed that kiss with her and mark.....you KNOW she's so touch starved 😖😖 she constantly needs to be touching you. she loves kissing you randomly and loves words of assurance :( she's so sappy but feels awkward being all lovey-dovey because she's not used to it.

helena who would stare hard at you and not talk when you first met because she was nervous about getting feelings for you (didn't work lolz). you thought she hated you until Mr. Drummond summoned you and took you to helena's office, telling you to have a good date with her before leaving you two alone. at this point, there Were some feelings and unspoken words between you two, and you made a joke about her being too conceited to ask you on her own which got her into talking about Kier 🙄 you love how passionate she is though and definitely kissed her first because she was rambling too much

giving helena head under her desk 😋 especially while she's talking to someone important like the Board :) or just giving her head after a stressful day and holding her hands down because she's impatient and hates how slow you're going. or being her deskpet and doing whatever she says!!! strapwarming her and she ends up fucking you on the table because of the noises you keep making and also she just can't control herself @__@

The golden trio of the golden age

(every friend group has:)

RE8 FANDOM MY PEOPLE I MISS YOU

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Rewarding Loyalty

Harmony Cobel x Helena Eagan x Reader

Sapphic Severance Week 2025 - Day 2: Loyalty

Summary: The company deems you should be rewarded. All rewards of this nature are to be overseen by an Eagan and, as your mentor, Ms. Cobel will be the one to administer it.

Or, Ms. Cobel fucks you in front of Ms. Eagan.

Tags: dubious consent, power imbalance, mentor/mentee, fingering, voyeurism, praise kink, inexperienced reader

Words: 1.5k

Author's Note: By the company, I do mean Helena asjsjndnd. The idea hit me and then I wrote this in one sitting. Enjoy <3

Reader is wearing a skirt and panties.

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You follow Ms. Cobel, your mentor at Lumon Industries, as she walks to Ms. Eagan’s office. All Ms. Cobel has told you so far is that you’re to be rewarded for your loyalty to the company, and that Ms. Eagan will be overseeing it.

Ms. Cobel knocks on Ms. Eagan’s door and you take a deep breath. You’ve never been summoned to her personal office before and it’s nerve-racking. You can’t even enjoy the beautiful view the floor-to-ceiling windows offer.

“Come in,” Ms. Eagan’s smooth voice says.

Ms. Cobel holds the door open for you, a new experience, and you nervously step inside. Ms. Eagan is sitting behind her desk, wearing a pleasant smile. One you’ve seen in countless photos. Strangely, there’s a table in front of her placed perpendicularly to her desk. Since it’s in the spot you would normally stand when talking in Ms. Cobel’s office, you awkwardly stop next to it.

Ms. Cobel closes the door behind you and stands of to the side. You shoot her a nervous glance but her expression has yet to change. It rarely does.

“I would like to personally congratulate you on your efforts yesterday,” Ms. Eagan says.

“It’s what anyone would have done, ma’am,” you say meekly.

“Unfortunately not,” she says.

 You aren’t sure how to respond and you send Ms. Cobel another glance. She now has her hands clasped together in front of her. You copy the stance.

“Loyalty is always rewarded at Lumon,” Ms. Eagan says continues. “Sit on the table.”

“The…table?” you ask hesitantly.

“We wouldn’t want Ms. Cobel to kneel on the hard floor, now would we?” Ms. Eagan says with that same pleasant smile.

You have no idea why Ms. Cobel would need to kneel on the floor but you shake your head and obediently move to sit on the table. Bizarrely, Ms. Cobel guides you to sit on the edge facing the window, leading you to have to turn your head to look at Ms. Eagan. Your legs hang in the air and you cross your legs. Half to keep some semblance of professionalism and half so you don’t accidentally flash Ms. Cobel.

“Look at me,” Ms. Cobel says and you do immediately.

She steps closer, her skirt brushing your knees. Your hands flex in your lap. She’s rarely this close, despite your own desires, and she isn’t holding anything. What could the reward possibly be?

One hand hooks under the knee of the leg you’ve crossed on top. She gently lifts it and uncrosses your legs. You let her. Ms. Cobel will sometimes move you around when you’re in the way and not quite getting the clue. Your excitement when it comes to observing can make you a little oblivious to anything else. You don’t think too much of it, even with Ms. Eagan watching, until her hand dips under the edge of your skirt.

“Ms. Cobel!” you half-gasp, half-protest as you grab onto her hand and stop her.

“Settle down.”

You gape at her. This is not you getting too excited about a result, and yet she’s giving you that exact expression.

“Place your hands on the table,” Ms. Eagan commands.

Your head snaps to look at her and embarrassment floods through you as you realise what she just saw. Then you process what she said. Your eyes flicker nervously between her and Ms. Cobel but you do as she says. You’d never disobey the next in line for Lumon, let alone Kier’s heir. Ms. Cobel places her hands on your knees and gently opens your legs again. 

You can’t say you’ve never thought about her touching you. There’s rarely a night where you don’t daydream, in the safety of your bed, of what your mentor would be like if she touched you. But Ms. Cobel is so professional you had never dreamed of it becoming a reality. And your boss touching you like this is meant to be wrong isn’t it? Yet the head of the company is in the room, watching as your boss touches you however she likes.

You hold your breath as one hand creeps under your skirt. It’s an effort not to close your legs again as she gets closer to your wet heat but you manage. You still startle when her fingers brush against your panties. You squeeze the desk tighter when she finds the wet spot forming on it. Her fingers circle the spot and you have to swallow a whimper. Her fingers are right above your entrance.

“You are free to express yourself,” Ms. Eagan says.

You twitch. Her smooth voice combined with Ms. Cobel’s fingers on you is almost too much. Your eyes flick to her for a moment but quickly skitter away when you see where she’s looking. It’s not at your face.

“This is a reward,” Ms. Cobel says. You meet her eyes and the slight approval there as you opening your legs wider. “Enjoy it.”

She makes it sound so simple that you nod. She pulls your panties aside and runs her fingers through your dripping folds. A shiver runs up your spine. She gathers your wetness for a moment before nudging at your entrance.

“You’ve done so well,” Ms. Cobel says.

Your breath catches in your throat. 

“Yes,” Ms. Eagan agrees, “You’re performance has been highly-rated.”

There’s a slight expression shift in Ms. Cobel’s face but you can’t quite read it. You also can’t bring yourself to look at Ms. Eagan with your mentor’s fingers almost inside of you. 

Ms. Cobel circles your entrance one last time before carefully pushing two fingers inside. You whine quietly when she doesn’t stop until she’s three knuckles deep.

“You’re taking your reward well,” Ms. Cobel says, lower this time. “You’re behaving perfectly.”

Another whine escapes you, this one sounding closer to a whimper, and you squirm slightly on her still fingers. They move and you gasp as they begin to slide out of you. You try to open your legs wider, a needy sound escaping you, when you think she’s going to pull out all the way. You moan when she pushes back inside instead. Her pace remains slow and steady. It’s a struggle not to grind down on her fingers, not to beg for more.

“Express yourself,” Ms. Cobel says firmly and her thumb finds your clit.

You press into her hand eagerly as your head tilts back with a moan. You stop trying to hold back. You’ve been given leave to enjoy the reward as you will, so you do. You moan as Ms. Cobel fucks you and whimper when she swipes firmly with her thumb over your clit and try to grind down on her fingers every time they’re completely inside of you. Ms. Eagan would have faded into the background if it weren’t for the sound of her breathing. It’s gotten unsteadier and louder with every noise you make. 

You turn your head and force your eyes open. Her eyes are stuck to where Ms. Cobel’s hand disappears under your skirt. One of her own hands has disappeared below the desk and you swear you can see her arm moving. You buck harder into Ms. Cobel’s hand.

“See what your good behaviour does?” Ms. Cobel asks, too quietly for Ms. Eagan to hear. You nod hurriedly, nails digging into the wood of the desk as you get close to your high. “Such a good thing.”

You cry out as you come, clinging to the desk desperately as Ms. Cobel guides you through it. A stifled moan comes from the direction of Ms. Eagan’s desk and you have to lean on Ms. Cobel for support as you shudder around her. 

You slowly relax into her as your high leaves you, forehead against her shoulder. The lingering tingles making your legs weak. You only straighten up when she pulls her fingers away. She pulls a handkerchief out of her pocket and you watch with slight mortification, and a hint of longing, as she wipes her hand clean. Ms. Eagan is entirely composed when you look over at her, both hands back in front of her on the desk.

You smooth out your skirt nervously. Your hands are slightly sore from how hard you were clinging to the desk. Ms. Cobel steps back and gestures for you to get down. You do, leaning on the table at first to make sure your weak legs won’t embarrass you.

“Do not speak of this reward outside of these walls,” Ms. Eagan says. “It does little to make the other workers jealous.”

“Jealousy is not a virtue Kier holds dear,” Ms. Cobel concurs.

You nod. It was doubtful that you would without the warning (how would you even begin?) but now you’ll be sure to mind your tongue.

“Thank you, Ms. Eagan,” you turn to your mentor but you can’t quite meet her eyes. “Thank you, Ms. Cobel.”

Ms. Cobel brushes the back of her fingers against your cheek, just for a moment.

“You’re very welcome.”

no thoughts just lesbianism & patti lupone

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

*repost several times*