#debbie x reader

Man fuck paul he a bitch fr (/KIDDING)

It's been a little over a year since Debbie's ex-husband, Omni-Man, left Earth.

You yourself had been dating Debbie for only six months, on the dot-- actually-- tonight you were going to dinner to celebrate the occasion

You, finishing up your hairdo and making final adjustments to your outfit, couldn't wait to take your beautiful girlfriend out for dinner at the nicest restaurant in town.

Debbie had a lot of leftover baggage from Nolan that affected your relationship to her, and one of the things that had become obvious to you very early in your relationship was that Nolan- despite being a fucking superhero- was a terrible partner

Sure *he* could fly Debbie to dinner wherever she wanted, but when you had remembered her favorite type of wine-- surprising her with a bottle of it when Oliver was brought home-- she bawled into her hands for a longer period of time than she'd like to admit.

You couldn't pick a tree up out of the ground for her, but when you'd initially asked her out

VERY CAUTIOUSLY

with a hand-arranged bouquet of her favorite flowers, wrapped and adorned in butchers paper and beautiful ribbon that matched her homes decor,

She was fully swept off her feet.

Who needs to be able to literally sweep someone off their feet when you have the human experience to have palpable empathy?

Who needs to be able to fly when Debbie can actually show you movies she likes without having to explain the concept of "suspension of disbelief" a million times?

You finished putting in your other earring, sighing over the memories wistfully

"Debbie, lovely, i'm ready to go!" you sang through the halls, stepping out from the bathroom and into the master bedroom

You heard the impatient click of your girlfriend's low-heel from upstairs as she called back

"Hurry up! We're going to miss our reservation!"

Her voice was anxious, but more playful than genuinely annoyed

There was something nice about being slow with you, something distinctly human about having to make time for travel,

make time to eat (something Nolan 'didn't need to do' and would never stop reminding Debbie about),

make time to do small things like gasp as you carefully walked downstairs, and tilt her head, taking in all the slow, meticulously considered details of your appearance.

"You look beautiful" she cooed, tilting her head down at you, moving to open the door

You cheesily smiled back, grinning over her approval, and meeting her inside the car

Debbie was a fiercely independent woman; she was always so scared that if she wasn't the most tough, the most mature, the most independent woman, she would lose herself completely in being Omnimans wife.

She was still very independent and high-strung, but she didn't feel belittled when you opened the door for her at the restaurant

or when you pulled her chair out for her at your table

She felt cherished

Looking across the table at your girlfriend, who had been through so much and was expected to keep going through even more, you leaned your chin into your propped-up hands

How could you have possibly gotten so lucky?

You order her favorite wine, and remember whatever dietary restrictions she'd mentioned in the past to the server while ordering your own meal

"Oh y/n, you don't need to do that" Debbie fussed, her eyebrow creasing in worry

You simply cheesed a smile back, leaning fully into a bravo persona "But Debs, what if you want some of my food? I can't have my lovely lady getting a tummy ache."

She snorted at your crude phrasing, shaking her head in amusement as she took a sip of wine

Dinner went by quickly, full of bright and stimulating conversation

You talked about your childhoods, about your highschool experiences, Debbie spoke about her times in college and you listened intently

"I just don't want Mark to end of doing any of the crazy things I was doing at his age," she sighed into her drink, her lips pursed into a thin line

"Oh Debs, he's like.... doing Infinity Wars stuff in space. I think weed is hardly going to be the end of his professional career."

She gently kicked you under the table, a teasing glare shot at your remark

"You know what I mean, it wasn't long after I graduated that I met..." she paused, looking up at the light fixture behind you "That I had Mark." She folded her hands into a cradle, resting her chin on them "I can't raise my husbands bastard and my grandchild."

Her words were harsh, but she didn't sound as worried as she meant to be, at her core you knew she trusted Mark a lot

You reached across the table, pulling Debbie's hand into your own

She fidgeted with your ring as you spoke

"Well, him and Oliver are pretty good kids, I think they'll be just fine. You're far too young and beautiful to be a grandmother, though, I agree." You added that last bit, winking at her for good measure

Her face flushed and she looked away, tightening her grip on your hand "Oh hush you- you're such a flatterer"

You pulled her hand up to your lips, pressing your lipstick into the back of her hand, leaving a noticable kiss mark

"Ah-" Debbie brought her hand of to her eyes, examining the mark, before giving you the warning eyes she'd give Mark "Y/n- This isn't going to wash off in the bathroom..." she sighed, cupping her cheek in her marked hand

You stared at her for a minute

"You're right, it's completely out of place"

Debbie nodded, vindicated for a brief moment

before you leaned over the table and firmly kissed her cheek

leaving more of your lipstick smudged on her

"Ah-!" Debbie scoffed, laughing a bit at the situation

You smugly grinned back at her, your lipstick smudged in the bottom corner of your mouth from the action

"Why you-" she scoffed again, completely amused at this point, she'd started to wish she'd worn a pigmented lipstick of her own just to get back at you

By this point the waiter the waiter had already dropped the check, and cash was waiting on the table to be picked up

You were technically free of all legal obligations

Looking from the checkbook to Debbie, you watched her gaze make the same path, and a mutual understanding formed

(Warning: suggestive content)

You pushed up against her in the front of the car, getting your hands tangled in her precious bun, loosening the damned thing until her beautiful hair fell freely

The poor windows of your car had already been fogged to hell, earrings hastily crammed into the glovebox and doors locks for good measure

Debbie pressed her lips into yours, in that sensitive, gentle, desperate way she did that drove you crazy every time

"I can't believe you did that in public-" she mused, her head buried in the crook of your neck

You went to answer, something snide, probably, when she nibbled the innermost crook, the most sensitive patch of skin on your neck

You weren't sure how far she'd be willing to let you go in the parking lot of a fancy restaurant

You weren't anyone special, not anyone who could get her out of trouble with status alone

but you were here, with her, with her hands on you, experiencing each other

Your heels clicked against the floor as the old wood groaned slightly under your weight. Nervously, you toyed with the fabric of your dress, tugging it down on your thighs. It wasn’t your usual style, but after a quick FaceTime from a persuasive Tammy who had told you to just go for it, you’d bit the bullet and stuck with it. You knew Debbie would love it on you. But probably not as much as the lingerie Lou had convinced you to wear.

It was weird to think that a few months ago you had no idea who these women were, but there was nothing like risking your life and your freedom to make a few thousand dollars in a Debbie Ocean heist that would bring you close enough to a group of women like your crew. It seemed only natural to let Tammy give you dating advice or get sex advice from Lou. Hell, you even had changed your usual sandwich order thanks to Constance and knew gold worked with your skin tone more than silver because of Amita. And the girls were particularly smitten with you because you had taken their fearless leader from someone who was all work and no play into someone who was flirty and fun and free.

“Debs?” You called out, nervously stopping in front of her bedroom door. You rapped against it quietly, afraid of startling her.

A mumbled response came from beyond the door, but you couldn’t tell what it was. Knowing Debbie, she was probably eating some kind of snack and talking with her mouth full yet again. You opened the door, laughing with a casual, “what?”, your laughter quickly turning to a gasp and a mumbling of “oh, shit, fuck I’m sorry, Deb” as you blindly tried for the door knob behind you and missed as Debbie’s eyes met yours.

“Y/N,” Debbie hummed, only looking slightly surprised, and not at all ashamed, even with two fingers inside her, wearing nothing but a loose, silk camisole, her nipples poking against the material. “I didn’t know you were here.”

“Let myself in,” you squeaked, waving the key clumsily in the air as you gave her a naive smile.

“I like the dress,” the brunette whispered, nodding at your ensemble as she dipped into herself even deeper, letting out an especially loud moan. “Fuck, I really like it.”

You shifted nervously in your spot, unsure what to do.

“Take it off for me.”

You couldn’t help the way your eyes widened at Debbie’s command as something stirred in your stomach.

“Something wrong, Y/N?” She smirked, her fingers pumping faster. You tried and failed to keep your eyes on her, too drawn to her spread legs and rapidly moving wrist, licking your lips at the sight in front of you.

“No,” you whispered, letting your hand find the zipper behind you as you tugged it down, letting the dress pool to your ankles as you shivered, stepping out of it slowly.

“Lou pick out your underwear?” Debbie grinned, looking from your bra to your thong slowly, her eyes raking over the lace as she moaned again. You rolled your eyes, both loving and hating that Lou was an on-again, off-again ex who knew what Debbie liked so well. “Remind me to thank her.”

You nodded, continuing to stand in the same spot, fidgeting with your necklace.

“Did you get all dressed up for me, baby?” Debbie asked. She removed her fingers with a pop and sucked on them, keeping her eyes on yours.

“Yes,” you whispered.

“Do you want to touch me?” Debbie asked, spreading her legs open wider, her glistening arousal beckoning you closer.

“Yes,” you spoke, your voice getting desperate. You could feel your panties getting wetter as she teased you.

“Come sit on the bed,” Debbie spoke, patting the sheets beside her. “Right here.” She motioned to the area right in front of her as you paced forward, kneeling down on the bed before giving her a cautious look, not wanting to cross boundaries or break rules that were slowly falling into place.

“Stay on your knees for me right there, Y/N,” Debbie smiled grabbing your wrist as she placed your palm beneath her. You watched in awe as she separated your fingers, taking three in her hand as she sank onto them with a deep moan and a “Fuck, Y/N” as you let out a shaky breath.

“Debs, what are you—“ you asked, confused with what she wanted from you.

“Just stay very still, Y/N,” the Ocean whispered, kissing you softly on the lips as she leaned against you, her hair falling against your shoulder as it tickled your exposed cleavage. “Let me ride your fingers.”

A moan broke free from your chest before you could stop it as she started to rock against your hand, grinding herself against you as she rode your fingers, pushing down on your shoulders as you did your damndest to keep your hand stiff and still for her.

Olga takes Debbie to a gay bar

It's not for any particular reason, Olga's one of those women who views sexuality as fluid and so is Debbie

but she's not here to hook up

Olga just doesn't want weird dudes hitting on them

So they're at the club, and Debbie is enjoying herself for the first time in a long time. she's worried she might be a little old to be there, and that everyone there looks her sons age. Gross

she's about to go home when the bartender calls her over and slides her a martini

"oh- I'm sorry. I didn't order this." She smiles politely, sliding it back a little

"Naw miss, that lady at the end of the bar ordered it for you."

She looks down and there's this gorgeous woman in a frilly dress waving at her with a sweet smile

She doesn't look old, but definitely older than the freshly twenty one-year-olds polluting the rest of the club

and hell, maybe it's because Debbie is lonely or because of the way you're waving at her, but she goes over to you

"Um. Hello. My name is Debbie." She's stiff, awkward, out of practice, but she's endlessly charming in the effortless way her earrings twinkle as she extends a hand

You kiss her knuckles, looking up at her from your seat at the bar "Debbie, that's cute. I'm Y/n. It's a pleasure to see a gorgeous lady like you in a place like this."

Her face flushes red at your comment

"Oh my, well I- I'm flattered. But I'm not-" she pauses, before really considering her words

She'd been with women before, before Nolan. She'd been happy before Nolan.

Couldn't she be happy after Nolan?

"you're not?" you raised an eyebrow, crossing your legs "oh! I'm sorry, I don't mean to make you uncomfortable, you're just really pretty- and I would hate to have missed my chance."

"No! No.. Haha, I'm." Debbie hesitates, before looking to Olga, whose smiling at her encouragingly "Would you like to get out of here?"

So the two of you end up walking around the area, getting a bite to eat at a local late night burger place.

The night was so heavenly and calm and enjoyable

Debbie hadn't been romanced like this in a while. Pursued like the capable, intelligent, beautiful and alluring woman she was

And you were so nice, so gentle and understanding and courteous

You didn't even bat an eyelash when she told you her husband was a dead superhero

"i''m sorry to hear that, Debbie. That sounds really difficult, you carry it well."

She's so flattered, and to be honest, you're really pretty in your own right

Like cmon a cute woman like you? Hitting on her? how can she say no?

So you two start going on dates, and then start going out, eventually she introduces you to Mark and Oliver

That goes about as well as you think it would

Mark is resistant to change, but he's glad Debbie has someone to be there for her

and boy are you there for her

you show up for her in every way

peak "you cook and I'll do the dishes and clean the kitchen" couple

She likes to fold laundry while you tell her about your job and day and whatever

You, in turn, like to listen to her whine about work or vent about life while you sweep

The two of you are a little power couple, and you have no issue chewing out whoever is mean to your lady

Straight up normal no-power gay girl going toe to toe with Cecil Stedman

you're a GREAT influence on Oliver, and are such a big help in keeping Debbie sane through it all

This kid adores your graphic liner and silly fashion, dude eats it up

Lowkey makes him a less boring kid, as he demands you do fun makeup looks on him

but like he's still a little guy and suuuuch a dude bro at times

You all go on a train together to show him what they're like and he just loses it when you convince the conductor to let him see the front

He adores you, which, in turn, makes Mark more fond of you

you're not a family per see, but you fit nicely into Debbie's life, and make her so happy

Her methods scream con artist, but then again, you can only see what she’s been observing in you and haven’t had the chance to see her at work. You know how to get her attention. How to stop her and confront her. But it leaves you wondering whether she’ll be surprised or whether this is exactly what she wants you to do.

Mind made up, you switch up your usual route and make a beeline for a nearby alley, picking up the pace. You can feel her suddenly rattled energy behind you, but she recovers quickly, intent on following your new path. But you stop short suddenly, no people between you, and she nearly crashes into you as you whip around at full speed and press her against the cool brick. Not too tight. But enough that she’ll have to use some force or ask you to let her go for her to back away.

“How long have you been following me?” You ask with a smirk, trailing your eyes up and down her. She’s gorgeous. A decade older than you at least, but then again, you like the challenge of flirting with an older woman. And she is absolutely stunning. You try to shake off the thought and focus on your questioning.

“You know how long,” she offers, wearing a matching smirk of her own.

“7 weeks,” you nod. “What’s your game?”

“What’s yours?” She whispers.

“I know a con when I see one,” you try, squinting your eyes at her as you try to get a read on her. There’s something familiar about her now that you can see her face. Suddenly, it dawns on you.

“Debbie Ocean,” you speak suddenly after a beat of silence between you both.

Her eyes widen in surprise before they narrow again. She’s not used to someone else having the upper hand, especially a stranger.

“I’m impressed, Y/N,” Debbie nods. “You do work for my brother?”

“I worked with Lou a few years back,” you mumble, almost afraid to admit it. Everyone in the business knew rumblings of their infamous blowout a few months ago.

Debbie flinched at the name, surely a sore reminder, before her composure returned.

“We never…” you offered, trailing off without giving her a full answer. She seemed relieved at that alone, taking it as an olive branch of sorts.

“Do you like breakfast?” Debbie asked, slinking out from under your grip. You hadn’t realized you’d softened it as you’d observed her. You were impressed.

“Enough,” you shrug.

She’s wearing one of your t-shirts, and not much more. You can’t help as your eyes look down her torso towards her long legs as she pads across the office, nudging her way behind the desk and looks down at your lap.

“Go ahead, Deb,” you chuckle, patting your thigh as she grins excitedly, sitting, straddling your legs, still stuck in slacks from a long day at the office that was continuing well into the night at home at this point.

You had made sure to be home for dinner because you knew how giddy it made Debbie, but in return for giving up a late night at the office, you unfortunately had to roll away from a lightly snoring girlfriend to scurry away to finish up some work before heading to bed yourself.

“What are you working on?” Debbie asked, genuinely curious as she wiggled in your lap against your thighs, getting settled, peering at the screen. She turned slightly to steal the glasses off of your face as you pretended to gasp.

“We really need to get you some reading glasses,” you chuckled.

“Why?” Debbie grinned. “I have yours.”

The brunette turned back to your laptop screen, eyes scanning the documents you had up with curiosity before she turned back to you.

“This looks terrible,” she decided as you tickled her sides until she was panting for air.

“To each their own, honey,” you laughed. “Lord knows I can’t look at bonds and stocks and interest rates like you do all day.”

“It’s a front, babe.”

“You still like it, babe.” You teased.

“How much longer you think?” Debbie asked quietly as she toyed with your blouse you’d finally untucked from your pants so you could breathe properly after having it prim and tucked all day long.

“Maybe an hour,” you sighed, burying your head on her shoulder.

“What if I wake up early with you?” Debbie suggested. “I can run out and get breakfast while you get started, hm? And we can spend some time together before we leave for the day. That sounds good to you, baby?”

It really did sound good, actually. You just wanted to get back into bed and curl up next to Debbie. Wanted to breathe her in, close your eyes, and hold her tight so—

“Deb?” You asked, feeling her weight leave your lap as you looked up just in time to see her wink before sitting back down in your lap facing you this time.

“Yeah, Y/N?” She whispered, toying with the hem of her borrowed shirt, letting it graze her thighs teasingly, revealing powder blue cotton panties.

“What’re you doing, love?” You asked quietly, nipping at her neck lightly as her fingers found your hair, kneading their way into it before giving it a tug.

“Just missed you is all,” the brunette shrugged, kissing you lightly on the lips.

“Missed me?” You asked with a smirk. “Or missed me fucking you?”

You both noticed the drop in your voice and the way Debbie’s fingers gripped your hair tighter as your nails dug into her hips.

“Maybe both.”

“Funny you should tell me that,” you grinned wickedly, running one of your hands along her thigh, pushing it higher and higher until it lingered right under her underwear, the Ocean letting out a small shudder. “Because I really missed fucking you.”

Debbie let out a soft moan, rolling her hips against yours as you closed the laptop on the desk.

“How did you want me to fuck you, Deb?” You asked, lifting her chin up so her eyes were locked with yours.

Debbie looked down at your lap, blushing as she licked her lips as you let out a low chuckle, knowing exactly what she was thinking.

“Your strap, Y/N,” Debbie murmured, running a finger along your bottom lip as you groaned.

“Yeah?” You asked, taking her finger in your mouth to bite down against it teasingly. “How bad?”

Debbie didn’t have a chance to answer before you lifted her slightly off your lap to stick your thigh between her legs as she hissed at the new contact.

“Y/N,” she whimpered.

“Show me,” you murmured, kissing her softly. “Show me how you want to ride my strap, Debbie.”

“Fuck,” she moaned, sinking down against your thigh as she started grinding slowly against it, the fabric of her panties against your pants making her both frustrated and relieved as she moved, moaning into your ear as you whispered to her, encouraging her movements.

“I can’t wait to feel how wet you are for me,” you murmur, wishing you could feel her against your skin. You hold her hips for a second to peek at her underwear, smirking at the evident wetness that’s seeping through the cotton. “Fuck, Deb. You’re already soaked. You woke up thinking about this, didn’t you?”

Debbie nodded, biting at her lip as she kept rocking against your thigh, her breathing getting more labored as she worked against you.

“Y/N,” she breathed. “Baby, I’m close. Please? Please can I?”

“Go ahead, love,” you whisper as you hold her tight against you. “Let go for me.”

She falls over the edge with a curse of your name, panting into your neck as she tries to catch her breath.

You give her a moment to come down from the high, kissing her softly, whispering to her how beautiful she is. How good she is for you. And then suddenly she’s looking back at you with that shy smile, biting her lip as she wiggles against your lap.

“Here or in bed?” You ask with a light laugh, knowing the silent question she’s asking.

Debbie raises an eyebrow at your offer at your current location and you know she isn’t quite ready to get up and go to the bedroom for a permanent location change or even to run over to grab the dildo and come back. She wants you now.

“I might have a new one for us to try,” you shrug at her as her eyes widen.