#if you don't think venable is soft for her sweet girl then you can fight me

[saucy-sapphic]

Peonies and Poems

Wilhemina Venable x Reader

Summary: They say actions speak louder than words, but sometimes the words are so beautiful that even the faintest whisper causes your heart to melt. 

A/N:  I saw this prompt on @otpprompts​ a while back where Person A doesn’t show affection easily, but Person B loves big romantic gestures, and I had just recently watched A Secret Love, so I thought I would combine the two. The poem used within the fic is from A Secret Love. It was called Always - I’ll Remember This Night, beautifully written by Pat Henschel, therefore, all the credit goes her. Extremely huge shoutout to @make--your--life--spectacular​ for proof reading this for me and making the gif, you trully are a doll! 

Word Count: 1,819

Warnings: None

You knew Wilhemina Venable was not one for dramatic gestures or overt displays of affection. In her eyes, the world had been cruel and unrelenting, so she shielded herself from harshness that seemed to surround her. She kept what she loved close to her, afraid that if she let go for a second the world would pry it from her hands. You, however, were far too in love with her to keep quiet. Gestures, great and small, seemed to flow out of you as if you were a river of love that ran right to Wilhemina’s heart. It made her uncomfortable at first, the way you wore your heart on your sleeve and took any opportunity to show her affection. But as the days turned to weeks, and weeks turned into months she looked forward to your grand displays, although never explicitly saying it. At first you thought that you would scare her off with all the hand holding or kisses to her cheek when you were in public, but even though she would roll her eyes the smile that played at her lips told you all that you needed to know.

As Wilhemina opened the door to her office she saw a lush bouquet of flowers sitting at her desk. The various hues of purple and the fragrant scent of fresh flowers causing a toothy grin to emerge. She walked over, set her belongings on her desk, and read the card attached to the bouquet.

Xoxoxo -Y/N

She sat down to relieve the stress in her back and picked up her phone to dial you number.

“Hi, Mina!”, you answer excitedly.

“Someone’s chipper this morning, did you finally drink the coffee I made you”, she teases. “I got the surprise you sent me”, she states.

Even though she seemed calm and collected you could hear the slight excitement in her voice, “do you like them? The peonies are finally in season and I know they’re your favorite, so I had to send you some”, you rambled.

“They’re lovely, my sweet girl, and they smell divine.”

“Not as lovely as you, Mina”, you say bashfully.

The smile playing at Wilhemina’s lips widen and her heart swells, “what time are you coming home tonight, my dear?”

“I’m not sure, Mina. We have back to back meetings today and we’re still trying to finalize the contract with an investor”, you sigh knowing that you have a long day ahead of you. “I might be home a little later than usual tonight, love”, you regrettably reply.

“That’s alright, my dear. I’ll have something waiting for you when you get home”, she replies, hopping to hear the bright tone return in your voice.

“Oh, Mina, you’re too good to me”, you giggle out.

“Nonsense, darling”, Wilhemina teases. “I’ll see you at home, little one”.

After you both hang up Wilhemina lets out a contented sigh, the perfume from the flowers wafting around her. She thinks about all the times you have done something wonderful for her and can’t help but feel inadequate when it comes to showing her love for you. You were always so good at it; it came so naturally to you but being that open and unguarded was difficult for Wilhemina.

As the workday progressed and she got home, the thought of being inadequate kept gnawing at the back of Wilhemina’s mind. As she was setting the plates and placed the food she had carefully crafted onto the table, she heard the front door open. She turned to see you taking off your coat and toeing off your heels. Her eyes dancing across your body, appreciating the way your dress hugged every curve just right. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Wilhemina stop to admire you causing you to melt.

“Hi, honey”, you say as you turn to her fully. Taking in the sight in front of you, your breath hitches, and your heart soars as you see what Wilhemina has done. Your favorite food had been prepared and placed elegantly at the table before you and your eyes spot your favorite bottle of wine resting in a small bucket left to chill. Candles had been lit and placed perfectly throughout the room and jazz music played softly in the background. After absorbing the picture-perfect scene before you, your eyes returned to the woman who was responsible for it all.

“Mina”, you breathed out.

A slight blush played at her cheeks as she observed your state of awe. “Hello, my sweet girl. Go wash up and I’ll finish setting the table”.

As you make your way to the sink you stop by Wilhemina to place a soft kiss on her cheek, causing her to blush further. After you return, Wilhemina pulls your chair and waits for you to sit down before doing so herself.

“Mina, you really didn’t have to do all of this”, you say, still in awe of what was in front of you.

“It was nothing”, she mumbles out as she begins to serve the food.

You place a hand on her arm to stop her, wanting her full attention. “Mina, this is so lovely, thank you”. The smile she flashes at you causes your heart to swell with pride.

The amount of love Wilhemina saw on your face almost made her heart leap right out of chest. “You are more than welcome, my dear.”

Taking the first bite you let out an exaggerated moan, stating “oh my god, Mina, this tastes incredible”, shortly after.

She lets out a giggle that warms your heart. The rest of the dinner is sat in comfortable silence apart from the music playing in the back. As the two of you finish your meal, you turn to gaze at the woman who held your heart, a contented grin dancing across your lips.

“What are you thinking about, little one”, Wilhemina asks happily.

“I was just thinking about how tonight has been divine and how lucky I am to have such an intelligent, caring, and beautiful woman like you to pamper me.”

Wilhemina lets out a throaty laugh, causing you to smile even wider. “Oh, my dear girl, I think I should be saying those things to you”, she says while placing her hand softly on your cheek. “You constantly do so much for me and show me how much you love me, I just wanted to try to show you the same”, she confesses.

You turn to place a kiss on her palm and melt further into her touch. Looking back at her loving face you reply, “Mina, you show me every day”.

Wilhemina tilts her head in confusion, “what do you mean, darling? You and I both know I’m hardly one for flamboyant displays.”

You giggle at her comment before stating, “well, you show me every morning when you make me coffee before you leave, the way you give me your undivided attention while I speak, the way you take time to ask about my day; you show me by kissing me good morning and by mumbling sweet nothings in my ear until I fall asleep at night.”

Wilhemina smiles fondly, rubbing her thumb across your cheek. “That’s nothing compared to the flowers you send or the dinners you make me almost every night, my dear.”

“Oh, Mina, they may not seem like much to you, but they mean everything to me”, you say as you lean in to kiss her. As you pull back a thought flashes through your mind, “wait here”.

Wilhemina curiously looks after you as you make your way to your shared bedroom. After a minute or so you comeback with a small shoe box that she has never seen before. You place the box in front of her smiling ear to ear. “Open it”, you whisper.

She looks up at you utterly confused as she sees hundreds of papers folded within the box. “Go on, read one”, you say excitedly has you move to sit in her lap.

As Wilhemina unfolds one of the papers she immediately recognizes her handwriting and gasps quietly. It was a love letter she had written to you when you first started dating. She began to unfold paper after paper, her eyes scanning through every letter, poem, and note that she had written. She looked up at you with tears rimming her eyes. “You kept them”, she asked, her voice emotional and barely above a whisper.

“All of them”, you beam back at her before kissing her temple. You pepper her face with soft kisses, journeying to place a delicate kiss on her lips. She moves her free hand to caress your neck as she deepens the kiss, while the other hand continues to hold the letters. You both pull away breathless and smiling.

“See, you do show me. The ways you show me are more precious than any flower and are far more romantic than any grand gesture”, you say as you go to stand and clear the table smiling.

Once the tabled had been cleared and the two of you had gotten ready for bed, you pull the covers back for you and Wilhemina to climb into. She sits with her back to the headboard and you lay cuddled into her side. “Mina, will you read to me? Please?”, you yawn out.

“Of course, my sweet one”, she says as she opens the book on her nightstand. As she gets halfway through the page she feels you kiss her hip, moving closer to her and draping your arm across her thighs. By the time she finishes the second page you are fast asleep, your breathing deep and even. Wilhemina sets her book back on top of the nightstand and opens the drawer. She pulls out and unfolds an old, warn out piece of paper. Holding the paper in one hand and stroking your hair gently with the other, she fondly looks at your sleeping form. “I wrote this the night we first met, my love. But I was too afraid to give it to you then”, she whispers.

Turning to look at the paper she reads,

“It might have been just one more walk

Beneath a moonlit hue.

But darling, it meant everything

Because I walked with you.

 It might have been just one more night

A single night of seven.

My darling, you were there with me

‘Twas one more night of heaven.”

Wilhemina paused feeling you stir, turning she laid the piece of paper gently back in the drawer. Scooting down so your faces were leveled, she placed the softest kiss on your lips before whispering,

“On we sauntered seldom speaking

As we passed through moonlight lane.

Happiness welled there inside me

When you smiled and called my name.

 Hours fled like winged moments

Hand in hand we walked alone.

‘Twas one night I shall remember,

One more night to call my own.”

[shootthemessenger]

i did things to you only lovers would do in the dark [b.d.h. ; w.v.]

part 3 [part 1] [part 2]

billie dean howard x fem!reader x wilhemina venable

requested: something with billie dean howard (and/or wilhemina) where they are friends with reader parents? maybe reader and billie/mina get involved just for fun but they start to fall for each other and don't know what to do about it. Would love to read how they got together in the first place [anonymous]

disclaimer: sexual nature, strong language, significant age gap (all legal), teacher x student relationship, very poorly written smut (sorry lol this is a disappointment all around)

gif belongs to @mssallymckenna , @clqrkkent

You felt naked standing on the front porch of the very large home you had been directed to.

The wind was harsh against the skin of your thighs, coaxing goosebumps onto your skin as you shivered in your place. You were hyper-aware that anyone who could see you right now was probably judging you the hardest you’d ever been judged.

There was little modesty in your clothing; the jacket hung just below your undergarments whose lace could be seen anyway.

You were beginning to feel humiliated until the door swung open to reveal Wilhemina’s soft features. Her eyes lit up when she saw you and then darkened quickly when she examined your apparel. “Darling,” she mumbled enthusiastically as she stepped back to allow you to come in.

You blushed at the feeling of her eyes and shuffled in nervously.

The house was much larger on the inside, accented with extravagant art across every wall. You could certainly tell that Billie was in charge of the decorating around here.

You glanced back as Wilhemina closed the door, “It’s beautiful in here.” You complimented, pulling the coat tighter around your body. Wilhemina chuckled, brushing her hand against your arm, “Well maybe you can think about coming here more often then, sweet girl.” She pressed a kiss to your temple which only caused your face to flush all over again.

Suddenly, Billie’s voice cut through the room, “My my my, what a beautiful little package that has arrived on our door step.”

You searched for her, finally finding her standing at the landing on the top of the stairs. She was dressed casually, flowy pink dress contrasting very nicely to the purple suit hugging at Wilhemina’s figure.

“Moira,” Billie called out as she made her way down the stairs. When an incredibly beautiful, young, red-head stepped into view, Billie smiled softly. “Be a doll and get the table prepared for three please while we show our guest where she can wash up.” Moira smiled and nodded, turning around as the skirt of her maid’s outfit followed, displaying her underwear to you briefly.

Wilhemina forced her cane against the floor suddenly, causing you to jump slightly even as Billie stood unfazed, “And behave.” She huffed, narrowing her eyes as the woman.

“Not this one.” Billie commanded ominously, causing you to glance up at her. She glanced at you from the side of her eyes and smiled softly. “Of course, miss.” Moira turned towards you, her young features replaced with a much older version of herself causing you to blink rapidly in an attempt to fix your vision.

Billie laughed softly, “Don’t let her fuck with your head, dear, she’s generally harmless as long as you have good intentions.” You quirked an eyebrow, you’d barely call the fashion in which you showed up here a good intention.

Wilhemina pressed a hand against the small of your back, “Come now, darling. We’ll show you where to put your things.” You glanced at her before following Billie back up the stairs she had previously descended, hand dragging against the smooth wood of the railing. She ducked behind a door and you followed closely, trying to navigate your way through the dark space.

When the lights flickered on it became clear through the purple and gold hues shimmering at you from every angle that you were in their bedroom. A shiver ran down your spine at the sight of the bed, heat creeping up the back of your neck.

“You can leave your coat here.” Billie ushered, sitting at the end of the bed as Wilhemina took a seat beside her.

You blushed, “leave it? But I-“ Wilhemina cut you off quickly, “You heard her. Don’t make her tell you again.” Her voice was demanding as ever, you quickly complied and began to move towards the adjacent bathroom.

“No.” Billie sounded, “Here. Now.” You turned back towards her, carefully retracing your steps.

When you were finally in front of her, tugging at the bow that was tied around the waist of your coat, Billie couldn’t help but take the curve of your hip into her hand and pull you closer between the both of them.

You swallowed thickly, allowing the straps to fall at your sides and you began working on the buttons.

You fumbled nervously under their gazes, trying to hold your composure as both woman watched you like a television program.

Finally, Wilhemina reached up to help you. Her fingers worked skillfully at the bottons, popping them one-by-one all the way up your torso. Her eyes were dark, hungry even. When the last button flung open, her tongue poked out to wet her bottom lips.

Billie gripped the zipper between her fingers before looking up to meet your eye, “May I?” She asked softly, assuring you that she was not going to be mad either way. You nodded softly, letting your hand fall onto her shoulder.

Her eyes darkened even more, her lips moving slowly as she spoke, “Say it.” It dawned on you that, even now, with the tension in the room nearly suffocating and her own eagerness to rid you of your coat, she was teasing you.

“Please,” you glanced at Wilhemina who was too caught up in the sight in front of her to meet your eyes.

Turning your attention back to Billie you pressed your teeth against her earlobe, it was your turn to tease.

You dropped your voice down, low enough that even Wilhemina would not be able to hear you, “Take it off mommy.” A guttural moan forced it’s way past her lips.

You let out a soft breath at your own confidence, shifting so that it would be easier for her to slide the zipper down. She did, hurriedly and hungrily.

You leaned back slightly to push the coat off your shoulders, letting it pool on the floor as both women gawked at the lace set that fit you so deliciously.

Wilhemina was the first to move, tangling a hand in your hair and forcing your lips onto hers.

You moaned against her lips as she swallowed the sounds. You could feel Billie’s hands exploring your body, a single nail brushed over the crotch in your underwear teasingly which only caused you to whimper out in need.

“Fuck,” Wilhemina cursed at the sound, tightening her grip in your hair. “The sounds you make for us are heavenly, sweetheart.” Billie’s voice was unusually shaky, her thumb pressing against your clit through the underwear.

You bucked your hips in anticipation, growing increasingly needy. You felt as if you we’re going to burst as Wilhemina’s hand delved into your underwear, finding your clit with ease as she began rubbing soft circles with her thumb.

Billie stood up and moved behind you as you settled onto Wilhemina’s lap, moans spilling from your lips. “Let me hear how good she’s making you feel. You like her fingers on your needy little cunt?” Billie attached her lips to your neck to expertly mark you.

You had no longer gained control of your sounds or your body as Wilhemina’s finger found it’s way between your folds and eventually inside you.

You were sure your cries could be heard from anywhere in the house but neither you nor the women around you cared as they edged you closer and closer to the release you were chasing.

Wilhemina, as concentrated as she was, let out a sort of laugh that rumbled in her throat. “Look at you, little one. Where’d you learn to be such a good little slut?”

Her words seemed to awaken something inside you as you cried out and gripped her shoulders carefully. Billie’s attack on your neck was not slowing down as she held your waist between her two hands.

In that moment you felt as if you were a goddess being worshiped, knowing that both women had their intentions set on your pleasure and your pleasure alone.

So much so that when you reached forward towards Wilhemina she was quick to slap your hand away in an attempt to contain herself. The whine that left your lips was short-lived as Wilhemina hit the stop inside of you that made your toes curl.

Billie couldn’t fight the breathy laugh that fell from her lips as she watched you so vulnerable underneath her.

When your orgasm finally did rock through you, waves of white pleasure rolled down your spine as you spasmed on top of Wilhemina.

Letting you cool down for a few moments, both women peppered kisses along your skin. Your neck was already pulsing with bruises left in Billie’s wake.

Nevertheless, Billie took your chin between her fingers and turned your head so that she could press her lips to yours. You shivered one last time like a tremor aftern an earthquake.

A smile spread across Billie’s face, “Wonderful, now how’s about we get some food into you.”

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