#wilhemina x reader

[lanawinters-ily]

The Purple Dragon

Wilhelmina Venable is the most unapproachable, untouchable individual you had ever met, yet she has a soft spot for you. Why?

Pairing: Wilhelmina Venable x Reader

Word Count: 1600

Warnings: mention of struggling with mental health

Wilhelmina Venable was a complex individual. Stand-offish, rude, stubborn. The negative descriptions could go on, yet some element of you felt drawn to her.

Throughout your lifetime you had always sought out hidden meanings - in books, signs, & eventually people. Being a firm believer in the fact that everything happens for a reason, meant that you always thought that people acted a certain way because of a certain thing.

There must be an explanation for everything - past or present. Whether this was a desire to control, or to balance the unknown in life, you didn’t know.

All that mattered was your inquisition. And consequently, this would lead you on the greatest adventure of your life.

You had known her for almost a year, the longest lasting assistant she had ever had. It could be due to your competence, your failure to give up, or possibly some element of Ms Venable.

However, this didn’t make working with the redhead any easier. She was called the ‘purple dragon’ for a reason; holding a fiery passion that most considered anger.

But not you.

Because of this, you had always treated Venable with the kindest of hearts. This was not unusual for you, but even the most saint-like person could crumble with one strike of the redhead’s stony glare. Luckily you had everlasting compassion when it came to even the most difficult of souls.

Well, not all the time.

It was a bad day. One of those days in which the bed is so comfy, so warm, so safe, that it seems impossible to leave. Your heart was heavy, & your mind even more so, dragging your body into the heavy depths; sinking & drowning as you were held down by the currents of numbness.

You should have called in sick, taken a day off for yourself, but you weren’t very good at doing this. Being a burden, a difficulty, seemed far worse than pulling yourself through the workday, so you chose to stumble into the office with the countenance of a particularly exhausted zombie.

Wilhelmina was also having a rough day, waking up with severe pain along her spine. This pain was not only physical, it also brought with it a fair share of mental anguish - mostly made up of resentment & irritation at her weakness.

What only made this worse was what the redhead discovered when she arrived at work. She had forgotten to bring her bag, & therefore, her medication.

Fuck, she cursed.

As the pain increased, she became even more aware of the fact that she couldn’t drive in this condition. She didn’t have a phone or any money either, so it’s not like she could call a taxi to pop home. Wilhelmina was just going to have to grit her teeth & bare it for the next few hours, hoping that the gods would spare her the agony just this once.

“Ms Venable? Are you alright?”

You had appeared in the doorway of Wilhelmina’s office, eyes worriedly scanning her hunched over figure.

The redhead snapped up into an unnoticeable posture, feigning normality despite the pained shudder that rippled through her body.

“I’m just fine Miss Y/L/N.”

It was her turn to do a double take, looking at you with narrowed eyes as she scrutinised your appearance.

“On the contrary, it seems that you are not.”

This was entirely in character for Ms Venable to make such a blunt observation, so you were used to it. However, for some reason, today it was the last straw.

You bursted into noisy tears & sank to the ground. Curled up into a ball, you sobbed uncontrollably, not even caring about who was watching. What you were crying about, you weren’t quite sure. All you knew was that you couldn’t take today, & your emotions had just spilled out in a violent flow.

All you wanted was to lay on this cold, uncomforting floor & fall asleep. Or disappear. Anything would be better than this.

"Hey, sh sh sh," a gentle voice shushed your sobs of despair.

The contrast in tone led you to believe that another of your colleagues had come to your rescue, yet you didn't recognize the voice. You looked up in confusion, only to be met with a blur of purple.

Ms Venable; formidable, heartless, cold Ms Venable was knelt next to you.

"Come on, little one. Let's get you up." She said in a whispered tone.

Half in shock, half still in despair, you allowed yourself to be led to the purple sofa by the window. Your body felt so numb, not feeling Ms Venable's tight grip, or the sofa material as you sank into it. All you could do was sit & stare blankly, too overwhelmed internally to make a sound.

A familiar hand just stroked through your messy hair, silently understanding that words were too much. Lulling you into a calm, dreamlike state, this repetitive motion was just what you needed.

As you caught your heavy breaths & your parasympathetic system took hold, Wilhelmina was facing her own battle.

Her back was still in agony, even more so after kneeling & supporting your weight. Yet, somehow, her heart hurt thrice as much.

She never wanted it to be this way. You were the kindest, sweetest, most gentle person she had ever met. There was an essence about you that was addictive to Wilhelmina, a perfume of lightness that she couldn't help but smell until she was perfectly dizzy with love.

That was the issue. Love.

"Ms Venable," you mumbled. "Your back, you can't be sitting like this it-"

"It's okay little one, I'm alright." She spoke gently. "And call me Wilhelmina."

You noticed. You saw her. If possible, the butterflies in Mina's stomach flew more frantically as she tried to control the deep blush that settled on her cheeks.

God, she felt like a lovesick teenager all of a sudden.

"Okay, Mina." You said cheekily, gaining some colour back to your previously pale disposition.

Wilhelmina gave you a stern look, but it was more a caricature of her usual demeanor, turned soft by you.

You both wanted to say something, but were simply lost in each other's eyes. Her pupils were a rich brown, so deep that you could wander in them for hours and never get bored.

Without warning, she moved closer to you, resting her hand onto your knee. You closed the gap, pulling her into a kiss of fiery passion.

Perhaps she did like being a dragon after all, just not in the way she had expected.

Wilhelmina was hypnotic; a drug, and now you had a taste you just couldn't get enough. And from the way she was kissing you, it seemed as if she was just as addicted.

She was the first to pull away, which made your breath shudder with anxiety. What if she regretted this?

But her comforting hand resting on your cheek, and the look of adoration in her eyes told you otherwise.

"What's going on sweet one, hm?"

You broke her gaze, feeling entirely too vulnerable. There was nothing you hated more than explaining your mental state; it didn't even make sense to you so how were you to express it.

"It's just one of those days Mina, where everything feels...wrong." You sighed. "I don't really know how to say it in a way that makes sense."

"It's okay." Wilhelmina nodded. "I think I get where you're coming from. Sometimes when I'm having a bad day with my back, I can struggle with that too."

"You do?" You said in surprise.

"Yes, darling. I do."

"But you're always so strong. I never would have thought."

"People have different ways of showing it, little one." Mina spoke gently. "I snap at people, I get angry, I scream; all because I feel so out of control."

"Oh." You said. It all made sense now.

This time, she captured your lips in a kiss. It was more slow and steady than the former; a way of saying 'we have time'.

So, you sat there for a while, quietly soaking in each other's presence and stealing a kiss every few moments.

If someone had told you an hour ago that Wilhelmina Venable would be looking at you like this, being gentle with you like this, you would have laughed in their face.

Never did you think that your feelings would be returned, and neither did she.

Suddenly the door creaked open, and one of your colleagues stepped in. Instantly you tensed, waiting for Wilhelmina to turn away from you, to be embarrassed by you.

But she sat, unmoving, as her steely gaze fixed on her new target.

"Susan." She said bluntly. "What have I told you about knocking before disturbing me?"

Now Susan was a fairly confident woman, chatty most times. But in the presence of the purple dragon, she crumbled and stuttered.

"I j-just needed-"

"Needed what? Something so important that you decided to barge straight into my office unannounced? An emergency, perhaps?"

"Well, no but-"

"Well then I'd prefer if you let us be, thank you."

And that was that. Susan scuttled out of the room like a scolded child. To your utmost surprise, Wilhelmina pulled you into her side and kissed your hairline.

"No harm will come to you now I'm around, little one."

"I love you Mina."

"I love you most, my sweet."

[marchtomydrums]

Group Chats 5

Cordelia Goode x Mina Venable x Billie Dean Howard x Reader

You: “Okay I'm bored as fuck here! Sooo let's play Smash or Pass!”

Billie✨: “ Yes I love this game!”

Delia🖤: “ Y/n you shouldn't talk about women this way. I mean come on guys.”

Billie✨: “ Relax Delia it's just a game.”

Mina💜: “ What the hell is Smash or Pass?”

You: “ It's a game. I say a person's name and you say smash or pass. Pass you wouldn't have sex with them or smash you would. “

Billie✨: “ It's pretty self-explanatory Vennie. 🙄”

Mina💜: “ Bite me, Howard! I don't have time for games I have to work unlike some of you.”

Delia🖤: “ Yeah because working with girls ages 7-26 isn't a job. Oh, and they have powers!”

Billie✨: “ I literally talk to dead people!”

You: “She's talking about me. It's me!🙋‍♀️”

Delia🖤: “Don't be rude to her Mina she has her studies!”

Billie✨: “ Yeah Vennie Relax. Say a name y/n.”

You: “ Lana Parrilla.”

Billie✨: “ SMASHH!”

Delia🖤: “ Smash”

Mina💜: “ Pass.”

You: “What?! Mina pass?”

Mina💜: “ If you insist I play this game don't question my choices.”

You: “ Fine. Mariska Hargitay.”

Billie✨: “ Oh Smash for sure!”

Delia🖤: “ Smash. I love her on SVU.”

Mina💜: “ Pass.”

You: “ Cate Blanchett.”

Billie✨: “ Pass. Not my type.”

Delia🖤: “Smash.”

Mina💜: “ Pass.”

Billie✨: “ Oh my god Vennie are you going to pass on everyone?!”

Delia🖤: “ Yeah you're not even playing.”

Mina💜: “ Well I'm sorry I don't find any of these women attractive and I certainly wouldn't smash them as you put it.”

Billie✨: “ There has to be someone you would smash.”

Mina💜: “ Nope.”

Delia🖤: “Jesus. Say a name y/n.”

You: “ Billie Dean Howard.”

Billie✨: “ 👀”

Delia🖤: “ Smash. 😉”

You: “ Smash. 😏”

Mina💜: “ Now that isn't fair you guys said celebrities.”

You: “ Cordelia Goode.”

Billie✨: “ Smash. 😛😘”

You: “Smash. 😏”

Delia: “ ☺️”

Mina💜: “ This isn't going to work because you said..”

You: “ Me.”

Billie✨: “ SMASHHHH!”

Delia🖤: “ Smash!!”

……..

…….

Delia🖤: “ Mina?”

Mina💜: “ Dammit smash!”

You: “ Yes! Victory is mine!”

Mina💜: “ Yeah because you cheated.”

You: “No I didn't. We never said this game was only for celebrities and you said there wasn't a person you would say smash to. Which you did so I win! 🥳”

Mina💜: “ Whatever. I have to get back to work.”

You: “Wilhemina Venable. 😏”

Billie✨: “ Smash! 😛💦”

Delia🖤: “ Smash. 😘😉”

You: “ Smash!! 🥵🥵”

Minq💜: “ The three of you are idiots! But I love you. I will see you in an hour. Love you 😘😘😘.”

Billie✨: “ Love you.”

Delia🖤:” 😘♥️”

You: “ I love you!!!♥️”

[safic4-m]

💜Hello pumpkin

Pairing: Wilhemina Venable x Fem Lector

Author's note: I had this in drafts for a while, didn't like the ending but there it is.

Word count: 2027

~Master list~

One-shot

Wattpad

-Winnie, who were you talking to?

-I was making a video call with Y/n but the internet went down.

-I don't like you hanging out with that girl.

-But Y/n is my friend

-Yeah, but she's gay, good thing her parents are dead they are spared the disappointment that their daughter is sick- she angrily blurts out making Wilhemina shift uncomfortably in her place.

-She is not sick, mother

-Enough, we are not going to have this conversation,- she says before leaving the room.

-Winnie,- you shout softly, crawling out from under her bed.

-Shut up

-All this time I've been calling you Mina when I could have called you Winnie," squealing with delight.

-I'm sorry you heard what my mother said,- she apologizes with a sad smile.

-Don't worry, but I have to go- sitting down for a moment on her bed.

-No, she was just being stupid,- he says playing with his cane.

-It's not for that, Miriam is going to bring dinner and she wants me there for when she arrives-, changing a smile.

-All right,- she says with melancholy in her voice.

-I'll see you tomorrow pumpkin,- leaving a kiss on her cheek.

-See you tomorrow Y/n- watching you leave through his window

-I'll let you know when I get there

- - -

-Hello pumpkin,- you say, accosting her in the hallway.

-How many times must I tell you that I hate it when you call me pumpkin?

-But why?- you ask, pouting, -You're small and red-haired, the perfect description of a pumpkin!

-Don't call me pumpkin,- looking at you angrily.

-All right...Winnie,- smiling mockingly.

-You know what? I'd rather you call me pumpkin.

-So what's the plan today pumpkin,- you ask, letting her into the living room.

-I don't know what you're talking about," she answers taking her usual seat.

-Today's plan, did you think I forgot about it?- pulling out a gift for Mina from your backpack.

You see how her eyes light up when she sees you bought her a white dress with purple flowers and fingerless gloves of the same color.

-But how did you get the money to buy this?- she asks playing with the friendship necklace you gave her years ago.

-I have my ways,- you say before the teacher comes in.

-Good morning class

- - -

You imagined it would be Miriam calling you asking if you need anything, but you were surprised to find Mina's name on the screen, when you answer you hear the sadness in her voice as she asks if you can pick her up.

When you arrive you find her crying in the rain, while her clothes are completely soaked and she is holding something against her chest; with your umbrella you protect her from the water while you ask her to get in the car with you.

The ride home is quite silent, you wanted to hug her and know what happened, but you had to pay attention to the road. Wilhemina was just looking out the window hugging her diary tightly.

When you arrive you take her to your bathroom and give her a change of clean clothes, while she bathes you arrange the guest room, you return just as she comes out of the bathroom, she looks so small in your clothes. You hug her and feel her collapse in your arms, she buries her face in your chest as her body spasms.

You move both of them to the bed and rub the arms in circles on her back, you knew about her scoliosis, I had never seen her before but she had told you long ago.

-My parents threw me out,- she says between gasps clinging to you.

-I'm sorry, you'll live here with me...okay?

LET HIM LEAVE, IT'S OK AND YOU'RE SAFE, you repeated those words like a mantra while comforting your best friend, it hurt you too much to see her this way, you had been in love with her since sixth grade and you couldn't stand to see her suffer, but you had to be strong.

At one point she fell asleep and it didn't take long for you to join her.

- - -

-Wake up,- says Miriam.

-What?- you ask with a hoarse voice.

-Can you tell me what's going on?- looking at the redhead sleeping in your arms.

-Give me a minute please,- you say.

You get out of bed being careful not to wake her up and go downstairs to find Miriam in the kitchen.

-So?- she asks, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

-Do you remember I told you that I like a girl and that this girl happens to be my best friend?

-Well...it's her,- referring to the girl in your bed.

-Congratulations, but no...

-No, she doesn't know,- you interrupt before she says the rest, -her parents took her out of the house.

-Poor girl,- he says with sadness in his voice.

-Yes, yesterday I took your car to go and look for her-, receiving an angry look before this last remark.

-We'll discuss this later,- anticipating the redhead's entrance to the kitchen.

When your parents showed up you were left in charge of your aunt and uncle but they only wanted to spend the money that your parents abandoned you, Miram was your neighbor and you trusted her to be the person who would be in charge of you.

- - -

A month had passed and this had been the best month of your life, living with your best friend was a dream come true, you went to school together, did homework together and sometimes slept together. Today was Friday and Miriam had ordered pizza for dinner.

-I have no idea how I'm supposed to pass the subject if I've never paid attention to the teacher,- you say looking at Mina from your place on her lap.

-I don't understand why you took that subject,- without taking your eyes off her book.

-They told me they didn't do exams, but then they changed the teacher,- you complain, snorting dramatically, -I have to see if my phone is charged.

As soon as you leave the room Mina lets out a sigh, you both had moved to the living room to wait for the pizza, while Wilhemina was reading her book you lay down on the couch and rest your head on her legs, but it was affecting her more than she wanted it to.

The doorbell rings and you yell to Mina that if she can have the pizza, as you open the door the girl's breath catches at the sight of her father.

-You're coming with me,- the man demands angrily.

-I'm not going anywhere with you,- he says trying to sound firm.

-I'm not asking you and mother wants you to come back,- taking the younger girl by the arm with force.

-No...let go of me, you're hurting me,- she says trying to free herself.

-She said to let her go,- he intervenes calling the man's attention.

-You shut up, this is not with you!

You can see the fear in Mina's eyes as she tries to break free from her father's grip.

-If you don't let go this instant I will call the police,- you say trying to help her.

-It's not enough for you to corrupt my daughter,- he says pulling out a handful of papers and throwing them in your face.

-Get out,- you say ignoring the papers and reloading with a taser, pulling Mina out in time.

You put Wilhemina behind you to protect her from the man, you see her raise her hand to hit you, but she is stopped with Miriam.

You see the woman fighting with the man to get him out of the property and you take Mina, she locks herself in her room and no matter how much you knock on her door she doesn't open it.

-Give her time,- says Miriam putting a hand on your shoulder.

You leave Mina alone and go downstairs for some pizza, you find the papers at the entrance, you pick them up, while you take some pizza to your room.

Monday, August 8th

Today I saw the most beautiful girl in my life, she is taller than me, has beautiful eyes and a smile that would light up a room. Apparently she is quite popular and everyone loves her.

Maybe it's not such a bad thing that we moved.

You knew that handwriting, you wanted to stop but you were curious who she was talking about.

Thursday, August 25

Today was the best day of my life, the teacher told us to pair up, no one wanted to pair up with me, two girls were fighting over T/n, she came up to me and asked if she could pair up with me, obviously I said yes.

Of all the people in the room approached me, her "friends" told her not to hang out with me, but she shut them up. She is super cool, smart and cute, I really want her to like me.

Friday, September 16

Y/n said we are friends...some girls were picking on me in the bathroom and she stood up for me, ended up getting grounded after school but she says it was worth it and I quote "I won't let her mess with my friend."

Wednesday, December 14th

Today Y/n didn't go to school, I tried to contact her but it doesn't work, I have a feeling something bad happened to her, I was supposed to confess to her today that I like her, but maybe her not going is a sign about me not saying what I feel .

Monday January 13th

Y/n is finally back, I was so happy when I saw her at school, but something is different, as far as I know she had an accident and was hospitalized all this time. My mother says her parents died in that accident and that is why she is so sad, I wish I could do something for her.

Wednesday, June 21

Y/n came over to my house in the afternoon, we spent them watching our series in my bed, with popcorn, candy and soda. At one point I fell asleep and woke up with her arms around me, I wish I could say what I felt.

My mother came home early from work and I hid Y/n under my bed, she asked who I was talking to and I lied saying I was video calling with Y/n, she heard my mother call me Winnie and then when she left my room she started teasing me calling me Winnie.

As she left she gave me a kiss on the cheek and I couldn't help but blush.

You finish reading the papers and you take in what you just read for a second. During all this year she reciprocated your feelings, the papers are incomplete but the last one is recent.

Tiredness gets the better of you and you go to bed knowing that the girl sleeping in the next room feels the same way about you.

The next morning you wake up at noon to hear someone knocking on your door, with all the sleep in the world you stop to open it and find the redhead.

-Good morning,- you greet with your voice still hoarse from sleep.

-Hello... I wanted to apologize for last night,- playing with the base of her cane.

-It's okay, don't worry about it,- letting her pass.

-Yes...but I- interrupting herself when she sees the papers on your bed.

You look to where she's looking and realize what's going on, you can literally see the walls building up around her.

-I like you,- you say, taking her by surprise.

Your confession causes her walls to shatter in a matter of seconds and she turns to look at you, looking for some sign that you are lying.

-I really like you, all these years I have repressed what I feel for fear of being rejected," you confess giving her a sad smile.

-Really?- he asks not believing what he just heard.

-Of course,- biting your lower lip.

-I...I like you too- blushing furiously.

You see her coming closer to you and you feel your heart going a thousand per second, then there are fireworks, her lips feel so good against yours and even if it only lasts a second, it's as if time had stopped in that instant. You try to chase her lips but at that instant Miriam enters to wake you up, realizing what is happening she apologizes and leaves the room quickly, you are in laughter at having been caught in a moment like this.

-I'll see you downstairs,- says the woman on the other side of the door.

[suckerforcate]

Wilhemina Venable

I do care about you ♧♡

[msvenablesbitch]

Where can I find this fic? Help 😭

[stepintomyworld]

This is so wonderful. Thank you 🥺🫶🏼

Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable x Reader- Remedy

A/N: dedicated to @stepintomyworld 🤍

tags/warnings: established relationship, female reader, mention of pain medication, mention of scoliosis, mention of insomnia, a little sad, fluff/comfort

word count: 3k

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As soon as you step into the kitchen, the academy still silent, the only sound to be heard the sound of rain patting against the large windows, your eyes fall upon your girlfriend Cordelia. Ethereal as always, the supreme goes on about her usual tasks, preparing breakfast for the witches at the academy. You linger there for a moment longer, taking in her body, the white long blouse she is wearing, complimenting her body perfectly, as well as the long black flowly trousers. It was always one of your favorite outfits on your girlfriend, classy, professional and beautiful.

Only when the same door you are leaning against creaks slightly, she turns and notices you standing there. She smiles before her mouth opens to greet you but from her features you can already tell something was bothering the headmistress. Despite her warm smile and the gentle „Good Morning sweetheart“ there was something amiss, her what you call sunshine features. She was your sun and always had been, lighting up a room whenever she stepped inside and warming up your heart many years ago. That same sunshine and warmth was missing this morning, replaced by some dark rings under her eyes, something nervous and unsettling about her facial expression and posture.

Slowly, you walk towards her, wrapping your arms around her from behind and having to go on your tip toes to lean your head on her shoulder. „Morning Delia“ you mumble, taking in the scent of your home. She instantly leans into your touch, stopping the preparation of food for a moment to enjoy this quiet moment with you, the witches due to be down any moment, your other girlfriend Wilhemina already long gone at work. Without words, the two of you began working together, you filling some jugs with water and juice before helping your girlfriend finish setting the table. By the time you are both finished, you hand her a warm cup of her favorite tea and she frowns a little, as you always seem to know exactly what she needs in a moment, always able to read her like a book.

„Whats on your mind Delia?“ you whisper as you lean against her and she sighs before setting the cup down, too hot to enjoy yet. She remains silent, unsure how to word everything that was bothering her at the moment. It takes you a second to notice the twitching of her hands, an indication she was stressed and so you opt for gentleness, knowing your Delia struggled to voice her concerns, yet a different way to you and Wilhemina. „Busy day ahead?“ you ask, knowing she was fine and bubble yesterday and only seemed to have gone quiet this morning. And like always you had been right, hitting right what the supreme had been stressing about all morning.

Before Cordelia replies, she kisses your forehead, a silent thank you for always being able to read her so well before she nods. „I‘ve got four classes this morning, a dozen emails and phone calls to get to and a meeting this afternoon“ she huffs and you look up at her before frowning, feeling bad she had to carry the weight of everything on her already busy shoulders. Without thinking twice you offer „How about I take care of breakfast? you can get a start on your emails“ you offer and she looks at you with such gratitude that you aren‘t sure whether some tears are swelling up in her eyes. „That would be life saving sweetie but you really don‘t have to“ she reassures but you shake your head, silently telling her you wanted to.

„What classes are you teaching today?“ you ask as she takes a sip of her tea now having cooled down. „Potions and some basic spells, back to back“ she sighs and you nod before meeting her brown eyes. „Why don‘t you let me handle them?“ you offer, having been her student years ago, since a successful witch and on top of your abilities. You had often been helping around the academy and teaching classes for her and so to you it seems like a no brainer. But Cordelia bites her lip, hating to put all this pressure and work on you, knowing it was her job and she shouldn‘t be complaining about it. „I promise I‘d love to, I‘ve missed it actually“ you reassure.

„But if you do that and breakfast, what am I meant to do?“ she huffs slightly and you chuckle before kissing her cheek again. „Delia I‘m sure you have enough emails and files to get you through the day and besides if you don‘t- go on a walk, have a nice bath, take care of yourself“ you reassure and this time, some tears swell in her eyes, so grateful to you for always finding the right words, always finding the right solutions. „Thank you sweetie“ she says softly, setting the cup down she had now finished before capturing your lips in a kiss. „And you‘re sure?“ she asks again but you shake your head playfully before muttering „Yes Delia now go“ you encourage, making some hand gesture to get her to head to her office. She smiles at you before leaving, the witches slowly drawing inside the kitchen and greeting her one by one as they pass her, before greeting you.

With the hours of the day slowly passing by, the sun shining through the dark clouds and rain to eventually beginning to set, you teach the classes Cordelia was meant to teach, enjoying to get back in touch with some of the witches and your passion for potions. After finishing, you had left some tea in Cordelia's office, unable to find her but hearing the bathtub running in your bathroom and so you leave it there, knowing she was finally getting some much needed self care. In the evening, you make sure to prepare some dinner after feeding the witches and they settle to their rooms, ready to enjoy it in the comfortable silence of each other with Wilhemina due to return from work any moment. She returns, moments before the supreme descends the stairs, greeting you and each other the way they usually would.

The three of you settle with some chatter over dinner, catching up on each other's day, you proudly telling Mina about the classes you had taught and her filling you both in on some work gossip about her idiot bosses. After dinner, Wilhemina opts for a shower and her usual routine as Cordelia begins helping you clean the dishes, feeling bad about all the chores you had done today and how much you had helped her today. ,,Thank you sweetie'' she murmurs as she wraps her arms around you from behind, similar to the way you had done this morning, the only difference being, her feeling much more relaxed and content to hours before. ,,You're welcome'' you mumble, melting into her touch and the warmth radiating off her. ,,Are you feeling better?'' you ask and she nods contently, you of course having been right and some much needed self care helping her feel much better.

,,Dee I'm always right here to help, I know you want to do it all on your own all the time but I'm happy to take some of it off your plate'' you encourage as you turn to face her, and she gives you that half sad half happy smile, before her fingers come into contact with your cheeks, stroking them gently. ,,Thank you sweet girl'' she smiles before kissing you gently. And so the evening carries on the way it usually would, the three of you sitting comfortably on the sofa by the TV, Mina finishing one of her knitting projects, Delia not on her laptop this time as she had caught up on much more work than she expected and therefore having you in her arms, holding you close. And as she glances at you both she couldn't be more grateful to the universe giving her the two of you, always right there when she needs you, your words and touches healing parts of her soul she didn't know needed healing in the first place.

The following few weeks brought sun and the blaring heat, known for New Orleans but nevertheless a struggle at times. Despite the academy being nice and cool, the world outside the iron gates made it hard to breathe. And Cordelia was this time the first catching on, noticing how Wilhemina had been pulling away slightly. And the supreme had known the redhead long enough to understand her on a deeper lever. Their hearts had always been intertwined, beating for each other and undeniably for you but the two of them had a much more silent and different connection. They could feel the pain in each other's soul as well as joy, not even having to be in the same room or building as each other and none of Delia's powers needed for this.

Whenever Cordelia was struggling with what her mother had left behind, both a whole academy for her to lead as well as the scars on her soul, Wilhemina could tell, that same look of emptiness and pain behind the blonde's brown eyes. And Wilhemina didn't need a lot of words, didn't need a cup of tea or any of those gestures. Her own eyes locking with the supreme was enough, a comforting and reassuring smile that she was right there, that she was there to listen and one hand on her shoulder, was all she needed. And the same thing happened when Wilhemina's condition was particularly rough on her, either the emotional scars reopened due to that and flashbacks of her past clouding her or the pain unbearable . And Cordelia could tell through her posture, the slightly slower cane taps, the stronger grip on said cane. And whenever that happened the supreme was there with as much pain medication, warm comforting baths or reassuring words that Wilhemina needed.

And maybe due to that Cordelia had a feeling the last few days that something was off, she didn't voice them to you as you had been busy as always, working and helping around the academy but she had forgotten about the bond you had to Wilhemina, being her little one. You knew exactly what Mina's expressions or silence meant and you had caught on as well. And so after seeing that Cordelia was busy making dinner already, assuming it must be Mina's favourite from the smell, you opted to help her out a little differently, it being Friday evening and all and meaning she wouldn't need to head to bed as early as usually as the weekend was ahead. You prepared her a bath, adding some lavender bath salts, her favourite as well as some of your magic, wanting to make sure this truly soothes her tired bones.

Additionally, you had prepared some warm towels, some comfortable clothes, her evening medication and some extra painkillers just in case. By the time you make it back downstairs, your two girlfriends are already sitting in the kitchen, waiting for you. ,,Sorry for the wait'' you reassure before they simply give you a reassuring nod. The three of you fall into easy conversation as usually, Wilhemina much more quiet than before but either of you knowing when the pain was especially bad, she would go quiet. ,,Would you like me to run you a bath honey?'' Cordelia asks Wilhemina as the three of you finish eating but before she can respond you cut in. ,,There's already one waiting'' you smile, before getting up to do the dishes, knowing Mina wasn't too fond of these gestures and so you let her go upstairs, Delia helping you with the dishes.

,,That was very kind of you sweetie'' she thanks you and you smile at her, catching her proud eyes how you had read the situation just the way she had. While you get the TV and some tea ready a while later, Cordelia walks upstairs, meaning to check on her lover as it had taken her longer than usual. She finds Wilhemina sitting on the bed slightly, holding onto her cane, her expression pained. But the supreme could tell it was a different kind of pain, not a physical one, her posture much more relaxed than before. ,,Honey?'' the blonde asks gently before stepping closer. ,,What's wrong?'' she asks carefully, kneeling in front of the redhead to take in her features. Wilhemina remains silent, yet her features are filled with guilt and sadness.

,,It's nothing'' the redhead assures but the supreme knew it was a lie, knowing her lover wasn't great at sharing, knowing it took much more than getting you or herself to share. And so with gentle hands and gentle words of encouragement, she manages to slowly get the truth out of the redhead. How she feels like failing you both, how you both had done so much for her and how she could never keep up physically, a conversation they have had many times. And with even gentler words, the supreme takes each one of those voices away, breaking the walls down gently and reassuring that you both love her just for those reasons, that they never want it any other way. By the end of their moment the redhead feels a little better, Cordelia having stitched the wounds of her past yet again, making her believe she was just as worthy and valid as you two.

And so, a while later the three of you find each other in your usual position, Wilhemina this time taking a break from knitting, Cordelia answering some emails and working on some papers while you gently rest your head on Wilhemina's shoulder, making sure not to hurt her back in return. ,,Did the bath help a bit?'' you whisper and her eyes meet yours as she nods, a gentle smile on her lips. ,,It did thank you little one'' she reassures and you nod contently before a smirk plays on her face. ,,What did you put in there?'' and you look away, pretending not to have heard her. ,,Just a little magic'' you wink, causing her to roll her eyes playfully and chuckle lowly, Cordelia watching and listening to the interaction with a smile.

With a whole season changing, your lives hadn't changed all that much, spending it with each other, wrapped in each other's arms and tangled in each other's souls. You had been feeling a little under the weather lately, your insomnia getting the better of you again. And you had tried everything, herbal tea with some potions, some sleeping tablets but nothing seemed to stop the cycling thoughts in your mind and the inability to get some rest. Throughout the days it took all of your strength to focus on your tasks, to focus on conversations and to keep up with life. Now, usually you would have told them, not to worry them but to simply be honest as you had always been but you had been so exhausted that simply talking was too much

Now, of course Cordelia and Wilhemina could both tell, having seen how exhausted and pale you look throughout the day, how you barely manage to keep your eyes open while watching the TV with them, but how yet when you go to bed, you remain awake, often scrolling on your phone for several hours. And they hadn't said anything so far, wanting to wait for the upcoming weekend, knowing together they could soothe your tired soul, finally let you catch up on the sleep you had been missing. ,,Here darling'' Cordelia ushers, handing you a warm cup of tea just before the three of you are heading upstairs. ,,What's that?'' you ask a little confused ,,Just tea darling'' she encourages and you drink it, too tired to argue with her.

After getting yourself ready for bed, you get comfortable in your usual spot, feeling your tired muscles tingling a little but brushing it off. When Wilhemina gets in beside you on the bed, she sits up rather than lying down, resting her back against the headboard of the bed. ,,Would you like me to read to you little one?'' she asks softly and suddenly it makes sense as you glance at Cordelia, that they knew, that she probably had put a little magic in your tea. You simply smile at them both, a grateful one for caring, an apologetic one for not having said anything. And so, Cordelia wraps you in her arms, her fingers softly running through your hair as Wilhemina's low and gentle voice begins reading the words from the page and it takes mere minutes until you are asleep, but the two of them stay right there, prepared to hold you throughout the night, ready to soothe you back to sleep, incase the insomnia returned.

And as the three of you eventually fall asleep in each other's arms, your hearts feel contempt and a true sense of peace and happiness, knowing no matter what was yet to come, you would always have each other's back. If Wilhemina's pain was to return, cutting her deep, Cordelia and you will be right there healing her tired muscles and scars buried deep in the depths of her soul. When the world would seem a little too cruel on Cordelia, reminding her too much of the past or sending too much worry and stress her way, you would see. And when the night would keep you from sleeping again, they will be right there, holding you through the night. As the three of you will and always have been each other's remedy.

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Your Mina (Wilhemina Venable x f!Reader)

Synopsis: The world has ended and not just due to the missiles. Your Mina is gone, the cold Ms Venable left in her place. If only you didn't still want her.

Words: 6.3k

Warnings: degradation kink, humiliation kink, mentions of possessiveness, mentions of exhibition, swearing, thigh riding, chocking, jealousy, BDSM themes, objectification

The end of the world hadn’t been what you were expecting. It hadn’t been a slow build to something, climate change not the cause. Missiles, as the news announced, felt so stark and impersonal in the face of the death they wrought. You hadn’t even had the chance to feel the fear or the loss or the anxiety before hands had clasped around your arms and you were being escorted into a massive SUV.

Kicking and screaming brought blank stares, no one bothering to step in. Tears were running down your face but you were hardly the only one. The missiles were on the way and you were just another person facing this overwhelming truth. The world was ending and you were being kidnapped.

You would never get the chance to kiss your girlfriend goodbye.

You were bundled underground, into some kind of bunker built for the rich and powerful. You tried, over and over again, to tell them that they had the wrong person. You weren’t rich. You weren’t powerful. You were nothing and no one.

In a room, questions unanswered, you were left to stew. Firelight licked up the walls, shadows dancing, putting you on edge. You saw no one else, alone, the silence uncaring as you screamed at them to let you go. When the screaming ran out, tears fell down your cheeks. It was beginning to sink in just how alone you truly were. There must be other people in whatever place it was, but your family was gone, your girlfriend, your friends, everyone you’d ever known. They were all gone and you remained.

It was a cruel mistake.

You sunk into a chair eventually, curling up in it. Time was moving but you couldn’t feel it, the numb feeling growing in your chest. Your life had changed and you weren’t sure you wanted it. You wanted your life back or to have perished with everyone you loved. Not whatever this was.

The tears stopped. The numb feeling grew. You stared into the fire, wondering when it would consume your body. At some point, you knew, it would.

You ignored the sound of approaching footsteps. Your chin rested on your knees, arms curled around bent legs, staring at the flames until they were all you could see. No one could make it better. Of that you were sure.

A sharp tap of a cane on the floor had you stiffening. Their cruelty knew no bounds. You squeezed your eyes shut, refusing to let any more tears fall. They weren’t going to break you, no matter what this torture was. Maybe you had died and this was hell.

Another sharp tap of the cane so much closer and you half turned your head towards the sound. Your eyes scanned up from shoes hidden under a long dress, a dark cane held in pale hands. Your heart gave a small flutter. The further up, the more familiar the figure standing in the doorway was becoming.

Dark eyes were staring at you from a mask like face. Hair you’d once run your fingers through was pinned up. Lips you knew the taste of were pressed into a thin line. Your mouth grew dry.

“Mina,” you breathed, rising from your seat.

You couldn’t believe it. She was standing there, right in front of you, looking none the worse for wear. She was perfect. Your heart was thudding in your chest, loud in your ears, and she was right there. You could touch her, if you just reached out, because she. Was. Right. There.

“You will call me Ms Venable.” Her voice was so cold.

“But-“

Her hand shot out, open palm striking your skin. You gaped at her, the sting bringing tears to your eyes. She was staring at you, daring you to argue and you didn’t know what was happening. This wasn’t your Mina. Your hand trembled as you raised it, lightly touching the skin that bore her handprint.

“Yes Ms Venable,” you whispered, not even aware you were doing it.

Your eyes focused on your feet, your breathing shallow, the sting of her slap still echoing through your body. The end of the world had taken her from you, but not through death, through transformation. Pushing the tears back once again, you caught your lower lip between your teeth, biting down until the coppery tang of blood bloomed on your tongue.

“Welcome to Outpost Three,” Ms Venable said, and her voice was so familiar it hurt.

“Thank you,” you said.

“As a Purple you’ll be supplied a furnished suite,” she said.

Your eyes flashed up, purple meaning something more than whatever she was suggesting.

“Purple?” you asked.

“One of the elite.” Her voice practically purred and your entire body felt like a live wire, “come.”

You moved on shuffling feet, following behind her as she walked with such confidence. You had no idea when she’d been shown this place. She’d never spoken of it, never even hinted at something like it. All those years together and not once had this ever entered into your life. Until the end of the world.

The end of the world she knew about?

She explained the rules to you, your arms slowly tightening around your body. None of it felt real. None of it was reasonable. You’d stepped into a world where nothing made sense and nothing was okay. Your Mina was gone and yet was also standing right there.

Standing there but different. Your Mina would never wear black, purple the colour she wore at all times. You didn’t like it. She never wore her hair so pinned up, so severe. While you could appreciate how it showed off the long line of her neck and the cut of her jaw, the sway of her hair had been a constant in your life. At least the scent of lavender seemed to cling to her, not quite hidden. Yours gaze slid over her body, finding her more a stranger than was comfortable.

You stepped through the door she indicated into your suite, should brushing against hers. That familiar scent of lavender lingered in the air of the room. You breathed in deeply, eyes slipping closed for a moment, letting yourself imagine for a moment that the world hadn’t changed so drastically. You turned, looking at her, eyes sweeping over someone that once had been as familiar to you as your own reflection.

“I don’t understand,” you said.

“Which part?” Cruelty was the flavour of her voice.

“All of it. I mean, I know about the missiles but why am I here? I’m not anyone,” you asked.

For the first time, something in her eyes seemed to break apart and hastily be put back together again.

“You must have been important to someone in power,” she said, “if you find yourself so inconsequential.”

You looked at her, really looked at her. You’d woken that morning to her already having left the house. There was a vague memory of lips pressed to your forehead before rolling over. There’d been no note, not indication anything was going to be different. You’d slept last night with her warmth beside you, arms around you, breathing in time with one another. Now… now she was so far from the bed you’d once shared and you had no idea how to get back to it.

“I suppose so,” you replied, voice soft, letting her have the out she was looking for, “thank you, Ms Venable.”

She gave you a short nod before turning on her heels and walking away, the tap of her cane lingering long after she was gone.

The closing door was quiet and so was the sigh that passed over your lips. You didn’t know what to do with yourself. The world had ended but Mina was still there with you. But different. Not your Mina. Ms Venable. Not the woman who would come home at the end of the day and slip into the bath with you, but something new. Someone you’d never known before.

You wandered through the suite. It was plush, expensive, nicer than the home you’d shared with Mina. You didn’t know what to do with it. The world had ended and you were living in luxury. You couldn’t wrap your mind around it.

In the large closet, purple stared back at you from every corner. You ran your fingers of the materials, finding that each item was beautiful. Each one was perfect. Someone had put a lot of thought into curating the wardrobe you were to have in the end days. You shook your head, not sure what to do with that information. None of it was making any sense to you.

You were slow to dress and by the time you found your way to the dining room, it looked as if you were the last to join them. Mina was sitting at the head of the table. You couldn’t look at her, not without a wound in your chest opening up again. You felt the weight of the other gazes on you, not looking up from the hands clasped in your lap.

One weighed heavier than the others.

You’d dressed carefully, in the dress you thought shed’d like the most on you. It was soft, delicate, almost romantic. You couldn’t bare facing her only to be met with disdain. It had been a message that you would do what she wished to please her.

You’d keep to whatever role she was placing you in. Just sharing the same space as her would have to be enough in your new reality. You could be perfect for her, if that’s what she needed from you. Even now, when she wasn’t your Mina, you’d still do whatever you could for her.

Thank god your therapist hadn’t survived the end of the world or she’d have a lot to say about that.

You kept your interactions with the other Purples to a minimum. You found them insipid at the best of times, and you craved the attention of only one person in the entire Outpost. Instead, you watched the way she terrorised them. She stalked the halls, doling out discipline as she saw fit, lurking in the shadows just to catch them breaking the rules. The joy she seemed to get from it seemed so different from the woman you’d known on the outside, and yet you’d seen glimmers of it sometimes. On her worst days, mostly.

You didn’t find it any less intriguing, though. You might have been willing to play along with her facade of being nothing but strangers, but you still noticed that left you with less of her attention than the others. It might have been bad attention, but at least it was attention. You craved it, like it was the air you breathed. Where once the weight of her gaze ws comforting and familiar, now it felt exciting in its scarceness.

And then there was Ms Mead. Her right hand, her confidant, her trusted advisor. A kernel of jealousy curled behind your ribs, hissing in your ears that you’d been replaced. That she didn’t need you anymore. That she didn’t want you.

So you decided to do something drastic if only to prove to yourself that you were still burrowed in her heart.

It was slow, not wanting her to catch on before you were ready. You took your time, inching towards the group of Purples day by day until you were sitting with their group, listening to them talk. No one questioned it, no one pointed out you’d spent months ignoring them, now seeking them out.

Gallant was the first to notice your sarcastic comments, muttered under your breath. Catching your eye whenever Coco said something, a shared smile, the sting of friendship was surprisingly painful after months kept to yourself. He would sit beside you, the two of you sharing barbs.

If Mina noticed the change, she didn’t show it.

So you amped it up. You whispered with Mallory in dark corners, you complimented Coco loudly, you shared smiles with Dinah. In short, you did all you could to show her she no longer had your attention either. That you’d moved on. That if she didn’t want you then you weren’t going to sit around waiting for her forever.

Her eyes began to trail you throughout the twisting halls of the outpost.

One more turn of the cog. Standing in your wardrobe, the handpicked clothes for you by the woman who knew you better than anyone, you considered each one with a critical eye. Yes, the one in the far corner, tucked away as if she hadn’t wanted you to find it. That was the one.

The lavender slip dress was silk, so soft against your skin. Clinging to your figure, a cowl neckline and slit up to your thigh, it was sexier than anything else you’d worn, nothing like the Victorian inspired fashion you’d grown used to. But she had left it for you and it felt like a challenge.

You pinned your hair up, not as sever as her, softer, more romantic. You looked in the mirror, doing your best to effect the wide eyed look of innocence you knew you’d need to sell the whole ideal. Give her something to ruin.

You waited, just long enough to know you would be the last to sit down to dinner. Not late, but on the cusp. Stepping into the dining room, it was like a slow wave, faces turning to you, only one looking less than pleased.

You took your usual seat beside Gallant, ignoring the one woman you were trying so hard for. Some eyes were still lingering on you, Coco to be exact, and she looked put out at your appearance.

“Nice dress,” Gallant said, leaning towards you but in the quiet room his voice carried.

“Thank you,” you said, smoothing one hand over your thighs, “I found it in my room and thought why not? No point wasting something so pretty.”

Your eyes looked past him, finding Ms Venable watching you. There was fire in her eyes and you didn’t fail to notice the way her fingers clenched on the head of her cane. With a small smile you turned your face away, looking down at the gelatinous cube on your plate. Hardly your favourite meal but given it was the only one in existence you’d take it.

Your dragged your eyes up again, Coco looking at you with a cocked head. You offered her a wink, smirking at her. It wasn’t so much a feeling as a shift in the atmosphere. A tap of the cane on the ground, your thighs clenching together.

The meal was as unsatisfying as ever. Well, the food was. The eyes that you kept drawing to yourself were not. Arching your back, your neck, letting your fingers trail over your collarbone, laughing softly in Gallant’s ear, letting your teeth sink into your lower lip. You were using all the tricks that had once worked on her. The tricks that also led to you pinned to the mattress moaning her name.

No one said you had to play fair.

Once the meal was over, you slid your arm through Gallant’s, letting your hips sway, not bothering to offer a parting look to the woman who still owned your heart. He escorted you into the library, the infernal song making you purse your lips.

“So tell me,” he murmured under the cover of Coco’s complaints, “who’s benefit is this little number for?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you replied, smiling at him, letting him know you were lying.

“You do know sex is strictly forbidden,” he said.

“Who said anything about sex?” you laughed, “nothing wrong with being desired.”

“Did you really find this dress in your wardrobe?” he asked.

“Would you believe my answer if I said yes?”

“Not for a moment,” he replied, “but whoever it is, they’re going to find you hard to resist.”

You sat in the corner of the sofa closest to the fire. The light, flickering over your skin, would be temptation in itself. Gallant seated himself beside you, his eyes scanning over the room, most likely trying to ferret out which of the other Purples you were trying to seduce. The woman moving through the room, taking her position with her back to the fire, was ignored by him. You smiled down into your lap before looking up at her. The glare you received in return was nasty.

You only stayed long enough to not raise suspicions. You squeezed Gallant’s shoulder as you left, getting an indulgent smile in return. The air in your room was stale and yet it continued to hold notes of lavender, even so many months later. You sat on your bed, face turned towards the door.

She didn’t leave you waiting long.

The knock on your door was perfunctory. You were slow to rise, wanting her to wait. Pulling the door open you didn’t have the chance to say anything before a hand was curling around your throat and pushing back into the room. Your hand snapped up, fingers curling around the delicate wrist, but you didn’t try to pull it from you. The door closed quietly behind her.

“You have been making a spectacle of yourself,” she said, squeezing.

“And you’ve been enjoying the show,” you shot back, breathless and hoarse.

She snarled, throwing you back. You stumbled, doing your best not to trip over your own feet. She advanced, slow and steady, each tap of the cane making you lose a little more of your breath. Her eyes swept over your body, looking less than impressed with what she found.

“You think too highly of yourself and your little display,” she said.

You took a step into her personal space, feeling her familiar warmth wash over your exposed skin. Her eyes darted down your body again, lingering on your lips for a moment before meeting yours. You pulled those lips up into a smirk, leaning forward.

“And I think you look at me and remember exactly what I sound like when I orgasm on your tongue,” you murmured.

“Insolence,” she growled, “your base desires are nothing of my concern.”

“Once they were only your concern,” you said, stepping back from her, “but I suppose you’re right. Someone else might want that job now.”

“No one will ever have that job,” she hissed.

“Yes yes, I know. No unauthorised sexual intercourse,” you said, rolling your eyes, enjoying the hint of jealousy in her voice.

Your hand slowly skimmed up your body, lingering on one breast. Her eyes zeroed in on it, darkening in a way that felt familiar. You brushed a thumb over a hardening nipple, a little gasp your only response.

“That doesn’t stop me fantasising about you every night with my fingers knuckle deep inside my pussy.”

Her throat bobbled.

“I used to just remember how it was. You, me, our bed or our bath or our kitchen counter,” you said as you pinched your nipple through the silk of your dress, “but then I got creative. Rather than Mina I had Ms Venable. Disciplining me. Tying me up. Bruising me. Choking me. Degrading me. I found I rather liked those fantasies.”

“You disgust me,” she growled.

“Then why are you thinking about using me for your own pleasure?”

Her eyes darkened and you saw her jaw clench. You knew her, better than you knew yourself. She’d never been good at hiding what she wanted from you, especially when what she wanted was you. You made small noise in the back of your throat as you tugged on your nipple, eyes fluttering closed at the shot of pleasure to your core.

A hand curled around your throat again, forcing you backwards until your back hit the wall. You didn’t bother opening your eyes, rolling your nipple, her name a soft exhalation. Lips brushed the shell of your ear and the scent of lavender curled around you.

“You’re nothing but a dirty whore ruled by your own animal instincts,” she growled in your ear.

“Uh huh,” you hummed, her words lighting your blood on fire. She’d never been one for this before, when it was sweet and soft and full of reassurances. You were having fun exploring this side of her.

“Pathetic,” she snarled, “do you really think this will end well for you?”

“I think it’ll end well for you,” you all but gasped, “you know how good I am with my tongue.”

Her fingers tightened around your throat, cutting off your air supply. Your back arched into your own touch, her warmth brushing against your bare skin. Your eyes opened, finding her watching you, teeth biting into her bottom lip. You lent into her hold, eyes focused on that lip, wanting to bite it until you tasted her blood.

“You want me to use you?” she hissed, “would that bring you pleasure?”

You nodded, watching her lips form the words. You could still remember what they felt like against your skin. They curled up into a cruel smirk.

“On your knees, slut.”

With the hand around your neck she forced you down. You looked up at her from under your lashes, tongue dragging along your lower lip. She let you go, stepping back. With careful movements she set her cane aside, sitting on the edge of your bed. She crooked a finger at you.

You crawled across the floor on hands and knees, practically panting at the thought of getting your mouth on her after so many months. She raised her foot, pressing it against your shoulder, holding you back, heel digging in painfully.

“You think you deserve to touch me?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I do,” you said, not even having to think about, “name one person who knows your body better than me. Name someone who can make you feel as good as I can.”

“Whose to say I haven’t found someone here?” she asked. That same jealousy curled in your gut, whispering in your ear, telling you Ms Mead had replaced you. She didn’t need you.

“Let me prove it,” you begged, surprised by how much you needed it.

“And what have you done to earn the honour?” she asked, “you choose to debase yourself in front of me. You flaunt your body as if that will impress me. You associate with degenerates and air heads. You are nothing and you will never amount to more than nothing.”

“Please,” you breathed, “please let me do this for you.”

Her foot dropped from your shoulder. You crawled forward again, unhindered. You stopped between her feet, dragging your eyes up her body. She was staring down at you, those dark eyes unimpressed but so intent on you.

Your hands skimmed up her calves, finding bare skin under your fingers. You pushed her skirt up, admiring the line of her leg. Your brought your lips to her right leg, finally touching her soft skin, tongue darting out to taste her. So familiar and yet so different.

“Hurry this up,” she growled, “I have places to be.”

“Yes, Ms Venable,” you said, lips brushing her skin.

Her legs parted further, giving you room to continue your exploration up her legs. She was still watching you, hands resting on your comforter, eyes darkening as your fingers slid over her knees. Your nose skimmed along her inner thigh before your breath caught.

Mina had always splurged on nice lingerie. It had been one of those things you’d loved. Silk and lace and satin. Always in shades of purple. She seemed to get a kick out of each new one revealed to you, the way your eyes would widen before you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off her. She planned it to perfection, each reveal making your head spin and desire pool between your legs.

If you’d considered the opportunity for lingerie in the Outpost, it was usually drawn from your imagination, your desire of what you’d like to see Mina in. In reality, you expected something functional, perfunctory, much like you’d found in your own wardrobe. Functional over aesthetic. Basic and simple, serving a purpose beyond stoking desire.

What you hadn’t expected was for her to forego underwear altogether.

Right there, easily accessible, her centre was glistening in the firelight. Fingers tangled in your hair, tugging until a sharp pain in your skull caught your attention. You tipped your head back, finding her staring at you.

“Problem?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Her act of indifference might have worked better if you couldn’t see the effect you’d already had on her. Her fingers tightened in your hair again, pulling past the point of pleasure.

“No, Ms Venable,” you replied, lowering your eyes back to her pretty pussy.

The hand on the back of your head forced you forward, headfirst where she wanted you most.

“Then get to work. Prove to me you’re the best slut I have on offer.”

Your tongue darted out, licking through her folds. The fingers in your hair tightened again. You did it again, revelling in her taste. You’d missed it, more than you’d realised. You hummed, eyes closing as you treasured the moment, tongue delving deeper. You wanted her taste on your tongue forever.

When you ghosted over her clit her fingers clenched. You did it again, wanting to feel the pull. The sharp pain was making your legs feel like jelly. You hadn’t thought that would be something you liked, but then you hadn’t thought you’d like this new Mina before you’d met her. But she was fun, opening up a whole new world of exploration for you.

You let your lips wrap around it, slow to suck. She forced your head harder against her, grinding against you. Your tongue flicked out, determined to hear her moan. The sound of it haunted your dreams. You craved it. You yearned for it. It would fulfil your dreams.

She kept silent.

Your arms hooked around her thighs, keeping them open as you pressed closer in. Your tongue lapped at her, circling her bundle of nerves, feeling her hips rise to meet you. You hummed again, tongue thrusting into her. Her legs pressed in, ignoring your hold on them, contracting around your head.

“Fucking whore,” she hissed, “so desperate for me. It’s pitiful. You disgust me.”

You tried to plunge further in, wanting her to feel you. Your nose bumped against her clit. She forced your head forward, grinding against you, uncaring of how you might be feeling. Your tongue was working hard, thrusting into her, setting a pace that you weren’t sure you could keep up. You looked up, watching the way her face contorted in pleasure. Her lips fell open in a silent moan, eyes closing. You stroked at her internal walls.

“I’m sure I’m your favourite taste. You’d stay there on your knees all day if I’d let you lick at me like a desperate little whore. Would you service me whenever I asked?” You knew you would.

You pulled your tongue from within her, wrapping your lips around her clit. You prised your fingers from her thigh, replacing your tongue, pushing them in until you could curl them, finding the place within her you knew so well.

She moaned.

“Maybe I should take you with me to dinner, have you feed under the table, at my feet as you deserve. Or would you rather eat from me instead? Let the rest of them know what a desperate little slut you are.”

You pressed your thighs together. Your fingers were slow as they pumped inside her, stroking and curling, twisting in a way you’d found she’d liked so much so many months before when the world was still the one you knew. You were sucking on her clit, her fingers pressing you harder, grinding hard against your tongue. The thigh you still held was beginning to tremble and her words were becoming breathy.

“Or maybe I should have you laid out on the table, touching yourself through dinner, let everyone see the control I have over you. Debase yourself in front of them. Show your shame to them all. Remind them you’re nothing but a dirty whore who earned her place here with her body, not through worthwhile means.”

You whined. Her laugh was breathless, fingers in your hair tightening. you could feel your own arousal beginning to drip down your thigh, her words only spurring you on. You wanted all of it, everything she was describing. You wanted her claiming you in front of them. You wanted to debase yourself, her words controlling you, begging her for release for everyone to hear. She owned you, body and soul, and it had taken the end of the world for you to realise how true that was.

“Even Coco is more worthy of her spot here. All you have is your body. Nothing but an object for my pleasure.”

You stroked the spot within her you’d always been able to find in conjuncture with a sharp suck to her clit. Her head fell back, hips jumping forward. Her thighs were squeezing your head, hands forcing you against her. It was hard to breathe but it was unimportant to you, her rising pleasure all that mattered.

“Look best on your knees,” she panted, “desperate to please. Willing to debase yourself, making a spectacle of yourself, demeaning yourself. Think you can please me. Think I’ll like seeing you giving into your animalistic urges. So… So… pathetic.”

She groaned as her internal muscles clenched around your fingers. She was keeping you pinned against her pulsing core, riding your face as hard as she could. With your tongue tasting her, you wondered if she’d cum since the end of the world or if this was the first time in all those months.

Her breath was slow to even out. Your fingers slid from her, your tongue dragging over the skin of your palm to clean yourself up, not wanting to miss a drop of her.

She dragged you up, your knees screaming from being pressed against the stone ground for so long. She ignored your whimper, lips crashing against yours. Her tongue was in your mouth, almost lazy as she stole your breath, giving you what you’d been yearning for since entering the Outpost. It was like kissing your Mina again. Her other hand was pulling up your skirt, fingers skimming your skin, making you whine into her mouth.

With probing fingers she discovered you’d also forgone underwear, bare under her touch. She made a noise, drawing back from the kiss, a look of affected disgust crossing over her face. Her finger ghosted through your folds, lingering on your clit. Your breath froze in your lungs, hips stuttering towards her. She guided you down onto her still bare thigh, bare cunt against her skin.

She curled her lip, watching the way your lips sunk into your bottom lip. The feel of her against you was almost too much. Your hips rocked, a tiny movement that would have been unnoticeable if she hadn’t been watching you so intently.

Her hands grasped your hips, tight enough to leave bruises, keeping you still. You whined again, eyes begging her to let you move. You were dripping with need, her thigh already slick from your arousal. The curl of her lip was undercut by the gleam in her eye, self satisfied and interested in you.

“You disgust me,” she said, “nothing but your base urges motivating you.”

“Ms Venable,” you whined, “please.”

It was torture, being held like that, pressure on your clit but held still. Your breathing was erratic, need filling your veins. Her eyes swept over you, considering you, finding you wanting.

“Go on then,” she said, turning her eyes away from you as if she didn’t care, “rut like the animal you are.”

No matter how much disinterest she tried to affect, her hands were the ones guiding you against her thigh, tensing underneath you. Your head fell back, moaning loudly, wanting her to hear how much she still effected you. She was setting a tortuous pace, your clit slowly dragging over her skin. You were whimpering, trying to catch her eye again, wanting her to see how desperate you were.

Your hips rocked faster, harder, grinding down against her. She was slow to turn her gaze back to you, sweeping over your undulating body again. Her name mingled with pleas and thanks was all that fell from your lips. She snarled at you, only flooding you with more heat. You liked how she degraded you, even as she gave you the pleasure you were so desperate for.

Her fingers grasped your chin as your head began to tip back again, forcing you to look down at her. You moaned, staring in her eyes as your hips ground down, seeking out more pleasure. She growled, pressing her thigh up harder. You wanted to bury your fingers in her hair, feel the silky strands against your skin, pull the pins out so they’d tumble down her back. You wanted to kiss her deeply, burying your moans in her mouth. You wanted her to watch you come undone.

You made a small noise in the back of your throat, breathy and throaty, a half whine. Her eyes were watching you, lips pressed together, a flush high on her cheekbones, barely visible in the firelight. You were rocking against her, chasing your high, the spring tightening within you. Your fingers clenched around nothing, not knowing if you could touch her, muscles straining to the point of trembling.

“Aren’t you done yet?” she drawled.

Your breath caught, body tensing above her, your orgasm crashing into you. Wave after wave moved through you, her name sweet nectar on your tongue as you cried it. A smirk settled on her face, eyes practically smouldering, fingers tightening on your hips again. Your head fell forward, seeking out her lips.

She allowed you to kiss her, surprisingly soft. Her tongue stroked against yours and despite the fact your heart was still beating double time from your orgasm, heat stoked in your lower stomach again. You sunk your teeth into her lip, giving in to your impulse. A hand pressed between your shoulder blades, forcing you against her body. Soft supple curves pressed against yours, the rough fabric of her dress scraping your skin.

The kiss softened again, more reminiscent of times long since gone. You sighed into her mouth, hands finally landing on her shoulder, thumb brushing against her pulse point. With strength that had always surprised you, she lifted you from her thigh, laying you back on the bed. Her hands skimmed down your body, featherlight until you were thrumming under her fingers.

“I must admit,” she murmured against your lips, “I have missed you.”

“Really?” you asked, drawing back just far enough to see her properly.

“You are the owner of my heart, little one. Holding back from having you has been torture,” she said, fingers stroking through your hair, pulling leftover pins from it.

“Then why were you?” you asked, wondering how long you’d have your Mina back.

“Maintaining distance was necessary. I could smuggle you in but once here I couldn’t show any such favouritism. Not if I wished to remain in charge, unquestioned and complete,” she said, “and you made it so incredibly difficult, little one. I felt those beautiful eyes watching me, looking so lost and hurt. All I wanted was to take that hurt away.”

“I just didn’t understand how I’d lost you. The end of the world and you were there but you weren’t and I had no one.”

Her fingers were still running through your hair, comforting and soft. Her other arm curled around your waist, rolling until she was lying on the bed, holding you close. You rested your head on her shoulder, pressing yourself to her with a level of neediness you didn’t usually feel around her. After months without, you needed it more than you needed air.

“So now what?” you asked her.

“What do you mean?” she asked, lips brushing your hairline.

“We just had unauthorised sex,” you said, “am I going to be shot?”

“Of course not.” She stiffened and you could hear the horror in her voice, “I authorised it. I am the leader of Outpost Three, after all.”

“Yeah, that whole thing has definitely awoken something in me,” you said.

Her soft chuckle vibrated through her chest, passing into yours. You pressed closer, legs tangling together, uncaring of the arousal that still coated both of your skin. Her lips pressed to your forehead.

“I noticed, little one,” she said, “perhaps next time I’ll tie you up and tease you until you think you’re going mad.”

Your shaky exhalation earned you another kiss, soft and lingering, a promise for you to cash in.

“In public we shall remain as always. The leader and a Purple. Behind closed doors, we shall be us again,” she said, “if that’s agreeable to you?”

“I’ll take whatever I can get of you,” you replied, “you’re my world and I’ve missed you so much.”

Your name was sweet on her tongue, a soft sigh, a small smile. You lent up, kissing her until she was melting beneath your touch. You felt liquid, dreamlike, you hopes coming true right in front of you.

“I love you,” you muttered against her lips.

She rolled you, hovering above you, staring down with those dark eyes. Firelight danced across her skin and she’d never looked so beautiful to you.

“I love you too, little one,” she said, before kissing you once again.

[gayestswiftie]

This is me if you even care

So just know every time you write those gut wrenching fics this is who you're making cry

[sayilysally]

OVERHEATED

This was... interesting. And also totally not the only thing I've been thinking about for three days 🫣

WARNINGS: Her strap has a special little feature, Reader is ovulating so reference to cycles, the whole point is reader is basically in heat and is going a little insane 🫠, degradation and plenty of pet names, mommy kink (it's deep yall) IDK ENJOY

You woke up this morning feeling like you were in heat. Technically you kind of were, ovulating can make one's head spin, or at least your head. All you craved and thought about was getting absolutely demolished. You wanted to sob at how much your cunt ached and needed to be filled and it felt as if by the hour it just got worse.

With a head full of thoughts of Wilhemina, you deep cleaned the house just to keep yourself busy so you won’t hump the pillow she sleeps on every night and act like a whore just for her to catch you and punish you. But every room you cleaned in just made you even more worked up.

You think about how she had you on all fours on the kitchen counter while she licked and sucked and fingered your drenched, swollen, spread open pussy- all the while you had the task of not making a single noise with your hands tied with a velvet purple ribbon behind your back.

Or when you were on your knees in the home library, having to sit on a pillow with a seven inch self thrusting dildo nestled between your plump thighs. She sat in the purple lounge chair across from you, instructing you on how fast to bounce or when to stop all together with the calmest demeanor you have seen. The woman was simply reading a novel with one leg over the other, not even looking your way while you whined and mewled, completely bare and bouncing like a pathetic whore.

That’s the power she has over you. She treats you like a casual Thursday night meal in the kitchen, or just a common household item to use to her liking. She can do whatever she wants with you and you just want her to come home and treat you like a toy. All you had to do was wait like a good girl and follow her rule of not touching what’s hers without permission, which proves to be harder said then done time and time again.

And when Wilhemina came home today, she could immediately tell how needy you felt. She watched you spend last night whining in your sleep and squirming about, and she knew she was going to come home to you out of sorts. You were right at the door when she arrived with a shy greeting, taking her coat and bag as she quirked a brow and watched you closely. “Well hello, little one. I take it you missed me today, hm?”

If you weren’t so focused on making sure absolutely everything was in its place, just wanting to be the perfect pet for the woman watching you, you would’ve detected the teasing tone in her voice. You turn back to face her when you’re done and your cheeks flush deeply the moment your eyes fall on hers. You look down at your hands shyly, a smile lighting up your face.

“I always miss you, but yes.” You look back up at her, feeling even shyer when she gives you a sly, toothy smirk in amusement. She takes one step toward you, her head tilted down to keep her eyes on you. From that angle she looked like she was about to swallow you whole and all you wanted was to do was moan at the thought. Instead you gulped and tried to brush it off as you giggled meekly.

She chuckled at that and hooked her finger underneath your chin. “How cute.” Was all she uttered, but immediately your body went into a reaction. Your eyes fluttered as your lower abdomen imploded in white hot heat, and you could’ve cum right there on the spot, but you actually couldn’t and you actually needed to get it together. Fuck.

Wilhemina saw your reactions and her eyes grew dark. She was going to press all of your buttons now. With that in mind she brushed her thumb lightly over your chin and tilted her head ever so slightly at you.

“Could you help Mommy with her boots, kitten?” She says it like a question but you know it’s a demand. You’re more than happy to get on your knees, especially since you feel like you’re going to collapse from the pet name she called you. It was rare for her to call you anything but little one, and even that makes a flame flicker in your abdomen.

“Yes of course.. Mommy.” You can only manage to squeak the last part out, blushing deeper when you hear that name for her come from your own mouth. She can’t help but chuckle darkly as you lower yourself onto your knees. “So shy, little one. I thought you loved screaming my name, now you can barely say it? Are you ashamed of Mommy?” She gives you a look of fake disappointment, and you want to whimper, you nearly do. You only pout though, shaking your head with knitted brows. “No mommy, I would never I just-” You stop yourself, feeling yourself get even more flustered.

She raises a brow at you. “You just, what?” She speaks sternly, not being one to dawdle on what could’ve already been said.

Oh God, her voice is killing me. You huff out gently, trying not to hide from her glare.

You look down and start unzipping her boot, gulping as you try to explain. “I just have been.. feeling um,” You want to crawl into a deep dark hole now, feeling her stare get hotter as you try not to break into a sweat. “I’m just feeling a bit scattered, I think.”

You decide that would do good enough, but you are honestly just hoping it was. You know she can read you like a book- and she did. “Scattered? How curious. Why would you be feeling scattered, kitten? Are you incapable of controlling your insolent little cunt enough for Mommy to walk through the door?”

You immediately stop unzipping her other boot to close your eyes, a drunken shock running through your body and making your clit throb.

Your mouth falls open for a moment in awe of the sudden degradation. You keep your head down shamefully, your chest rising and falling quickly as you fight the urge to run away out of embarrassment.

Wilhemina had to fight a grin. She let out a low hum of disapproval, not even needing an answer from you. You didn’t have time to answer anyways because before you could open your mouth, she had a fierce grip on your hair and you could only cry out as she pulled you up off the ground.

Her upper lip twitches slightly but her expression stays cool and collected while you’re practically sweating and about to fall over because she has you on your tiptoes and your knees feel weak.

She yanks you close to her face, so close you can feel the small puffs of breath coming out of her nose as she stares at you like she’s the bull and you are a red flag being waved in her face.

You expect her to start talking, but instead she just keeps staring. Her eyes are boring into yours, and you can’t hide your face or even look away, the only thing to look at is her.

Your face is beet red by now, and your heavy breathing being the only sound was making you worry.

“I’m s-sorry, Mommy. I am trying to keep it t-together but I-” She interrupted you with a sharp tug of your hair, her eyes going nearly black when you mewled.

“But you are such a whore in heat you can’t help but need Mommy to fill you up and use you as a cumdump. Is that it?” She practically spat on your face as she whispered the nastiest thing you’ve ever heard someone say. You have to moan out loud now, feeling it roll out of your throat low and slow. “Mommy.” You groan out and look at her with the most helpless expression. You looked absolutely pathetic.

It’s just what she needed after a long day, her kitten moldable and pliable, ready and willing to do whatever her Mommy needed.

With that she dragged you to the bedroom, pushing you down forcefully onto the bed and flipping you onto your tummy. With nothing but whines and pleads coming from you, she pulls your skirt and tights down with aggression.

The woman nearly groans at the saturated and soaked sight before her. Your cunt was swollen and your panties were outlining your lips so nicely, Wilhemina almost dove in. But she remained calm, knowing there would be much more exciting things to look forward to tonight.

She takes a step away to view her treat, standing tall and smirking slightly at how helpless you look. She watches you squirm, and with two sharp raps of her cane, she’s got you completely still and quiet. She lets you soak up the silence for a moment, also giving her some time to look at the covered but absolutely needy pussy that’s practically clenching just with her in close proximity.

“You look so pretty, kitten. All wrapped up in these cute little panties. How many times did you change them today, hm? Tell Mommy.”

You wanted to cry at how much being in this position with her just staring down at you made you want to beg to cum. You just loved being the center of her attention, and this is all you’ve been waiting for today.

You try to focus on her question, taking a moment before whimpering out your answer. “Three times, Mommy. But I never touched.” You tried to sound like you weren’t trembling, but there wasn’t much hope. You just wanted Mommy to be proud of you.

You hear her hum and suddenly feel soft fingers on your lower back, trailing lower ever so slowly.

“Do you think that makes you a good girl? Because it doesn’t- It makes you a slut.” With that she slaps your right asscheek, and she isn’t gentle about it. You nearly jump out of your skin in surprise and pain. “Sluts don’t get praise. They don’t get Mommy’s sympathy. They only get used for pleasure. So don’t even try to act innocent. Do you understand?” Her voice is sharp as it fills the room, and when you take a moment to respond she slaps your ass one, two, three, four times. By the second your sobbing out pleads that you understand and you’re sorry, but it’s white noise to Wilhemina. She chuckles darkly at your cries while she grabs your ass cheeks roughly, pulling you towards her to thrust once against your ass. You groan at how intoxicating that felt to you, clothed or not, that was enough to make you want to cum, and you don’t know how much teasing you’d be able to take before you actually did.

You hear her behind you making quick work to unbutton her trousers and slide them down. You want to squirm nervously as she silently shuffles behind you, but you know as soon as you move- even the slightest inch- she would cane your ass until it was purple.

You try to keep your breathing quiet so you can hear anything that could hint to what she was doing.

Wilhemina smirks at how tense you look, knowing you were trying so hard to behave. She picked up her trousers and made her way to the walk-in closet, setting them aside to find what she needed.

You wanted to whine and beg her to fuck you already so badly, and when you heard her walk away you almost cried.

While she’s in the closet you can’t help but start to squirm slightly, trying to move just right so you could clench your thighs a bit and feel some relief. That was obviously a bad idea, because as soon as you move she’s suddenly behind you again, and without hesitation she lays one strong hit to your ass with her cane, drawing an immediate yelp from you and a whine as you still yourself.

“M’sorry.” you mumble into the sheets in embarrassment now that you’ve been caught, but that won’t do for the redhead behind you.

With a swift yank and a pull, she’s got your back pressed to her now bare chest, a sharp moan slipping out of you in surprise. “If you wanted to apologize genuinely, you would’ve spoken clearly and not like a whiny little brat.” Her voice is thick with venom, and your eyes roll at just the feeling of her breath against your neck.

You nod in her grip frantically, intimidated immediately by how much of a hold she had on you. “Yes Mommy. I’m sorry, I really am.” You pleaded with her gently, turning your head to look at her with glossy eyes. A small part of her nearly melted at the look, but the bigger part just wanted to ravish you even more at how fucking pitiful you look.

“You won’t be getting my forgiveness until you take what you deserve.” Her voice sounds almost casual, and before you can beg her for mercy she pushes you back down into the mattress with a steady grip on your hair, and you suddenly feel something prod against your covered entrance. Your body immediately reacts, trembling slightly as Wilhemina teases your cunt with what you could only assume is a strap.

You want to beg but decide against it, not wanting to lose your chance of being filled by your Mommy.

She leans over you as she slides the head of the fake cock up and down through your covered folds, wanting to really stretch out her teasing before she stretched your cunt. The strap she has on comes with a curved smaller dildo that will be pressing into her g-spot from the other side and the base of the strap grinds against her clit every time she fills you up. You didn’t know it, but she was about to ruin you and feel every bit of what she was doing.

She teases your cunt with the cock for a while, wanting to see how well you’d behave if she slipped the head underneath your panties for a moment to kiss your soaking clit. You pushed your face into the mattress, letting out the slightest groan and hoping she didn’t hear you. You were stupid for hoping. Another rough slap was delivered to your left ass cheek and in the same second she shoved the fake cock in your cunt- to the hilt. It was extremely large. Not the longest she’s made you take, but well over 8 inches and the girth made you go absolutely weak.

You had no control over your body as it stretched out into a cat-like arch, your tits flush with the sheets and your ass high in the air. Your head lifts so you can wail out a deep, lustful moan.

“Oh my, have we gotten fearless. You really need this, don’t you, kitten?” She surprisingly stays still inside of you and quiet, actually wanting to hear an answer.

Your body is trembling as you grip the sheets tight, your eyes squeezing shut and your voice nearly failing as you sputter out an answer. “Yes. I’ve been so good all day. I cleaned. I didn’t touch myself, I didn’t hump anything, I was so good, please. It hurts Mommy I need-”

You wail out before you can speak because she starts drilling the cock into you, her grip on your hair getting stronger to hold you still. She bends down so her nipples graze your back with each pump. She can’t help but grunt at the blinding pleasure she’s feeling as her end of the strap is constantly pushing against her g-spot as she fucks you fast. She leans down with a wicked smile to whisper in your ear as her free hand holds her up. “Shhh, let Mommy use your greedy cunt.”

Her voice is laced with venom and her cock is making your brain turn to mush.

She pauses for a split second to climb onto the bed, her knees on either side of your thighs. With one hand gripping your hip and the other back in your hair, she started pumping into you at a new angle, one that was making the head of her cock ram into your g spot over and over and over and over.

You felt yourself get drunk in pleasure, giving her complete and utter control over every move. Your moans are broken and loud, you’re practically sobbing at the exploding heat running in your veins.

“Yesyesyesyesyes th’nk you Mo-o-ommy!” You babble out your undying gratitude to your Mommy for fucking you so well and so good. This is exactly what you needed, if anything it’s exceeding your expectations.

Mmh, and Wilhemina was reeling. She could feel every single time you’re helpless cunt clenched or fluttered around the cock, and every single time her clit twitched and the tip of her side would hit her g spot just a bit harder. So she moved as fast and hard as she could, bending forward so she could groan in your ear and get as deep as possible in you.

“Mommy can feel her cock hitting your cervix, little one.” She whispers it so sweetly in your ear you almost don’t register how absolutely filthy her words were.

You clenched tightly around her cock, nearly halting her movements while you mewled out a loud moan. Her eyes rolled closed as her own cunt throbbed. “Fuck, baby.” She groans out almost silently, you are so cock drunk you barely even hear her, but you know it felt good for her as soon as she started pounding even harder into you.

She gets closer to your face, biting your earlobe before grunting out breathlessly in your ear. “I hope you’ll be ready to cum soon, we have a very long night ahead of us and I think we should see how much my little one can take.” Her grunts get louder as she feels herself getting closer to her own orgasm. You nod frantically and string out moans, your hips bouncing back against her thrusts. “M’close mommy, make me c-cum! Please, please.” You beg mindlessly for her as she straightens her back out to watch her cock go in and out and in and out of your weeping pussy.

She groaned after a moment and gripped your hair to pull your back against her chest, her mouth by your ear. “On the contrary, little one. You’re going to make us both cum.” With that she pulls out of you and quickly moves to sit against the headboard, dragging you by your hair to get you on all fours in front of her, your ass facing her.

You would’ve collapsed if it weren’t for her strong hold, and soon you realize what position she’s about to have you in, how open you’ll be for her. She has her legs between yours and spreads them, making you fall into more of a squat position.

You whimper when you feel the tip of her cock prodding at your entrance again, and before you can even beg for it she has both of her hands on your hips and she’s forcing you all of the way down. You moan loudly and immediately start bouncing, your eyes rolling back at the pressure this position gives you- it feels delicious.

Wilhemina watches your cunt with a dark expression, her nails digging into your skin and her left hand moving to slap your ass a couple of times just to fuck with you. You jolt a bit and lean forward slightly, moving to lean on your hands so you can really bounce for her. You hear her groan slightly and knit your brows in pleasure, just thinking about how she can feel all of it, on top of how exposed you are to her, it makes your chest flush with warmth, and if you weren’t so feral right now you’d probably be a little embarrassed at how much of a whore you must look like.

This new position makes it all the more easier for both of you to get even closer to your orgasms, and before you know it you start begging to cum and she’s about to explode herself.

She leaned forward ever so slightly, your pants mingling with each other. You turn your head to look at her and moan as you both make eye contact. Her pupils have taken over her eyes completely, and you feel small under her lustful glare. She grabs your face, squeezing your cheeks as she pulls you into a warm and wet kiss, her tongue slipping into your mouth almost immediately. You groan in her mouth when she starts flicking the tip of her tongue against yours, slow and deliberate compared to the sloppy way you were bouncing on her.

You feel one of her hands slide down your stomach between your legs, her delicate fingers start skillfully rolling your clit in tight circles. You have to break the kiss to throw your head back onto her shoulder, moaning louder than you have all night.

Your abdomen and thighs start quivering and the muscles there start to tighten as you start to roll your hips as fast as possible. She moans sharply in your ear, her mouth moving to kiss and bite at your neck. “Mommy’s going to cum soon.” She speaks lowly in your ear and rubs your clit faster, making you squeal and squirm as you start to lose control of the rhythm of your bouncing. Her other hand helps you bounce as fast as possible.

“Gotta c-cum too Mo-ommy- Oh fuck.” before you can say another word, your hips start bucking into her hand rougher and rougher until you squeal loudly and your movements halted. Wilhemina snapped her hips up into you as you came, her own orgasm crashing down on her as you both started clenching around the toy, moans and groans filling the room. Wilhemina's pace is what makes you squirt though, tensing on her cock before spraying all over her thighs and between her legs. Wilhemina groans out erotically as she looks at the mess before her, grabbing your asscheeks roughly and kneading them.

“Oh little one.. You made quite the mess on Mommy.” You immediately blush when you come to, looking down at the soaked sheets. Before you can crawl away and hide in shame, you feel your Mommy already lowering you back down on the cock. Her mouth is by your ear again and you hear her smirk as she whispers, “I want to see you do it again.”

@blxckchxrrybxby 💋

[dreamypqulson]

Hi :) i love your writing and was hoping you could do one wear Cordelia finds out y/n is sh on her thigh? Or something <3

— my love, mine all mine

pairing: cordelia goode x reader

word count: 1500

warnings: self harm & depression

note: i got this request during my break so it’s a little old but i still wanted to write it cause it fits with my life right now!!!

You stared blankly at your bloody thigh in front of you. With the blade still grasped in your hand you tried to breathe in, and hold for five seconds, and then let it all out. It would help they told you. It would take away the misery until you didn't feel like hurting yourself anymore.

But you laughed a little as you watched the blood drip. It felt good and that was the worst part. You wanted to keep going. You almost did. You wanted the thoughts to shut up for a minute. But right as the blade lightly touched your flesh, there was a knock at the door.

And it snapped you out of it for a minute. Really, how long were you sitting on the cold bathroom floor for? Had anyone really noticed your absence or do they just need to get into the bathroom?

"Mhm?" You hummed, shaky but nonetheless clear.

"Are you okay, darling? You disappeared on me." Right as you heard that sweet familiar voice, you bounced off of the floor. Frantically, you grabbed a tissue and applied pressure to the broken skin after hiding the blade in the back of the cabinet.

"Yeah, sorry. I'll be out in a minute."

Cordelia didn't know about what was going on. Of course, she knows you struggle with mental health, but she'd hadn't yet found out about your legs. And you weren't planning on telling her.

By the way that you spoke, she felt like something was wrong. And, naturally, she wouldn't back down. She needed to help you with whatever was wrong.

"Can I come in?" She jiggled the doorknob but it was locked. You don't ever lock doors.

The blood leaked through the thin tissue and you cursed under your breath. You couldn't clean up with a wash cloth right now. You wouldn't have enough time to hide the evidence.

You looked up at the door and your blood ran cold. Answer her! You have to answer her before she comes in!

You pulled your sweatpants back up and flushed away the bloody tissues down the toilet so she couldn’t see them in the trash. "I'm coming," you said, and at this point, you were out of breath from the verge of a panic attack.

You opened the door and Cordelia's eyes widened. You were clearly frantic and you tried so hard to not cringe at the feeling of your pants rubbing against your raw cuts.

"Are you okay?" She asked again, but now she's more suspicious. You just nod your head and walk right by her. She follows you as you throw yourself on the bed.

Something doesn't feel right to her, but she tries to make it better by laying beside you and kissing you. You started to giggle looking over at her and for a moment, you completely forget about everything that just happened. She does too.

It isn't until she looks down that her eyes widen. And you're always so cautious about getting caught that your heart immediately drops.

"Why are you bleeding?" She asks, and sits up. You sit up too, and that's when you notice the patch of crimson on your thigh. Of course you'd just happen to be wearing grey sweatpants.

"Shit," you angrily curse, and start to get up off the bed. "I'm not sure. I'll go check it out though."

You try to head towards the bathroom but Cordelia grabs your arm so you can't move. You're fucked and you know it. "No, y/n. Why are you bleeding? Do not lie to me."

You always want Cordelia when you're injured or sick, so it was unusual for you to go run off. And after you acting strange in the bathroom, she was starting to think that she knew what is going on.

"I'm not lying, Cordelia! Are you serious right now?" Your voice raised slightly, going into a defensive mode, but Cordelia was quick to calm you.

"Hey, shh, shh. None of that. Just be honest with me, sweetie, i'm not mad." She reached up and cupped your cheek. Your lip started to tremble and you couldn't hold back the waterfall of tears. You couldn't bring yourself to tell her. "Are you hurting yourself?" She asks gently.

All you do is nod, and the waterworks stream heavier down your face. You simply shatter and Cordelia wraps her arms around you like she's trying to hold every piece of you together. "Oh, my baby. Okay, shh. It’s okay," the blonde cooes in your ear, rubbing calming circles into your back.

Her warm arms and floral scent keeps you grounded. You feel safe. Maybe it is okay.  "Do you want to talk about it, my lovely? Or no?"

You shake your head. You're too tired, and you don't feel like explaining everything. It's too much, too heavy, and you feel too weak.

"Okay. That's okay. Can I at least clean them for you? I don't want my girl getting an infection."

For once you speak up a quiet, "yes that's okay," and it hurts but you know that you’re being too nonresponsive already and you feel like a lot of work right now.

Cordelia grabs your hand and brings you back into the bathroom. She waits for your permission with her fingers resting on the waistband of your sweatpants. She'd wait here forever until you were ready. But you feel like you’ve already wasted so much of her time.

You nod your head and then Cordelia starts to slide your pants down your legs and you want her to stop. You want to take your permission back but you can't seem to talk. You can't seem to do anything and, god, you feel like you can't even breathe.

She doesn't gasp when she sees your bloody thigh. Her face doesn't contort into disgust. She looks so soft and gentle and you wonder how someone could be so pure enough to love someone like you.

She lifts you onto the bathroom counter. You don't even notice that you moved at first.

And even as Cordelia was looking straight at the bloody cuts, you still felt the need to lie and tell her that you weren't hurting actually yourself. It didn't feel real. Almost like you were shoved into another persons body with all of these scars and hurt on it.

You notice Cordelia looking at your whole thigh, how she can see all the old scars there. It hurts the most for her to see recent ones. Ones she can tell have been from the past weeks, even days, and she had absolutely no clue about it until now.

"I want you to tell me, my love," she says, so softly, and smiles gently too like she's not talking about you hurting yourself. "Okay? Whenever you feel like this, come to me, baby."

You nod simply, like it's the easiest task in the world. But you're not sure that you'll be able to even do that. You can see the pain and worry on Cordelia's face beneath that smile, and you don't want to hurt her anymore.

She grabs your hand, holds it there tightly. She knows you always like to hold it when you're upset or nervous, or even when you get shots at the doctors. She doesn't need to tell you that you're allowed to squeeze it; you already know you can.

Cordelia dabs away the blood with a wet cloth. It sends a sting throughout your entire body. You squeeze her hand and bite your lip hard enough to draw blood. All Cordelia can say is, "I know, I know, baby. I'm sorry. I'm almost done." And you wonder why she's apologizing. I did this. I brought this on myself. It's my fault.

Cordelia gently applies some antiseptic to your cuts and then she adds some band-aids on top. They're not the boring tan ones either. They're colorful and it even puts a smile on your face because it's such a Cordelia thing to do.

"There we go. All better," she says, as if cutting yourself wasn't the scariest thing in the world for her. But right now it is all better. You're bandaged up and Cordelia is holding your hand and smiling at you. Right now you don't hurt as much.

She leans forward and places a kiss on your nose. You crinkle it up and giggle at her. "You're so pretty, ya know." And it's not a question. She's not asking if you know that you're pretty. Because she knows that you really don't think you are. Especially not like this. But it doesn't matter right now. She just needs you to know that she thinks it so then it has to be true.

You're gonna cry again because your heart feels so tender, but then Cordelia is talking again and you get lost away in her voice. "How about we go have some hot cocoa by the fire? You feel like a little icicle." She says it like nothing has changed. Like she hadn't just found out that you're really a danger to yourself.

And you nod because you're still the same person you were to her thirty minutes ago. You still love cuddling her by the fireplace with a cup of hot chocolate that she made you. That hasn't changed, neither has her love for you.

[deliasbabe]

Take Me Back To Eden- Venable x Reader- Chapter 1

I feel bad that I haven't given you updates to my other stories, so here's the first chapter to a fic I've been working on for over a year (it's going to be like 35 chapters long, so bear with me plz).

(Also I know this is my second fic with this song title, let me have it)

Enjoy!

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: Mentions of sexual acts, language, blatant misogony, mentions of drugs and drug use. I think that's it????

You should’ve won.

It was a bet, a stupid bet to make your coworkers shut the fuck up about your boss. You were good at pool, you thought you had it in the bag, and you did, right up until your opponent bumped the table during your shot, and you sunk the 8-ball. You accused him of cheating, he accused you of being too much of a pussy to hold up your end of the bargain. A deal’s a deal.

It was some kind of twisted fate that the object of your disagreement would walk through the door only a few moments later, a scowl on her face as she spotted you all, brushing past the lot of you and sitting down at the bar.

“Look who it is.” Your coworker, Nate, laughed, “Time to pony up, princess”

You rolled your eyes, “This is cruel and unusual punishment.”

“For you or her?” Another, Scott, asked.

“You haven’t been on the receiving end of Venable’s wrath yet,” Nate said, “But you’re about to.”

“Not likely.” You sneered, “I’m not stupid enough to code the firmware update in java instead of python, unlike some people.”

“I was a rookie.” Nate scoffed, “You’ve made it two years without being on the receiving end, it’s time you get baptized.”

You could hear the murmurs of the other men, a quiet chant.

One of us, one of us…

“Maybe because I’m actually competent.” You fired back.

“Well, competent or not, nothing is going to save you from this.” Scott chuckled, “Might as well rip off the band aid and get’er done.”

Oh yeah, you were definitely about to be fired.

“Who knows, maybe she’s really into the bosses sleeping with their assistant’s thing. Might feed her fantasy.” Nate joked.

“Or yours.” You spit.

“Listen, as hot as lesbians are, if I ever start fantasizing about Venable getting her rocks off, please shoot me in the head.” Nate said seriously.

You downed your drink and turned on your heel, willing to do just about anything to get away from the current conversation. You knew what you had signed up for when you took this job, a staff of 95% men, all of whom hadn’t fucked a girl in at least 10 years and were proud members of the boy’s club, but you still didn’t want to subject yourself to their blatant misogyny any more than you had to.

Obviously, you weren’t going to do it. It was cruel and unnecessary, but you knew your colleagues well enough to understand that it had to at least be believable. You walked up next to her, making sure you were facing the group so they couldn’t see her face.

The bartender looked over at you, “Another round?”

“Yea, same thing.” You said, nodding in Venables direction, “And put whatever she’s having on my tab.”

Venable turned and glared at you, but you ignored it.

“Just this round?” The bartender asked.

“All of it.” You said, shaking your head, it was the least you could do after what you were about to put her through.

“Well, I guess it’s payment for forcing me to witness you traipsing around with those men like a whore.” Venable sneered.

“That’s a funny way of saying thank you.” You laughed, “There’s nothing wrong with grabbing a few drinks with colleagues. You should try it sometime.”

Venable scoffed, bringing her martini to her lips, “Workplace relationships are forbidden.”

You smirked, “Then I guess it’s a good thing I’m not into men.”

Venable sputtered around the rim of her glass; eyes wide as she choked on the burning liquid. You reached for your new drink, taking a sip as you winked at her and walked away.

“What happened?” Nate asked, “It sure didn’t take long.”

“Nothing, yet.” You said, “I walked away before she could give me an answer.”

“But the dare…” Scott interjected, but you were quick to cut him off.

“The dare was to ask her on a date, which I did.” You retorted, “No one said anything about her giving me an answer.”

“But she has to give you an answer, that’s how this works.” Nate said, and you shushed him.

“Cool your jets.” You groaned, “Getting someone to agree to a date is more like a game of chess than checkers. Good things take time.”

Nate and Scott laughed, “You are so getting fired on Monday.”

“Don’t I know it.” You mumbled over the rim of your glass.

In typical Venable fashion, you didn’t have to sit with it for long, a sticky note taped to your monitor on Monday morning for an eleven o’clock meeting. Working under Venable for as long as you had, you knew her habits. Meetings with clients were always first thing in the morning, before Jeff and Mutt had enough time to sniff themselves into a stupor. Staff meetings were after scheduled hours or during lunch, unpaid, of course. The eleven o’clock time slot lived in infamy, it was right before lunch, giving you just enough time to pack your things and do the walk of shame as everyone walked back through the doors. Clearly a genius move, or one of an absolute psychopath.

“What the fuck was that?” Venable sneered before you were even able to fully shut the door.

You pushed the door the rest of the way closed, “What was what?”

“At the bar.” Venable said, rolling her eyes, “Don’t tell me the alcohol killed what little brain cells you have left. I should fire you for speaking to me that way.”

You shrugged, “So fire me.”

Venable sighed, her words biting, “I don’t want to fire you. I want an explanation.”

That was a lie, she absolutely wanted to fire you, and she probably would have, if you hadn’t overheard that Jeff and Mutt were considering placing her on a firing freeze. She had hit an all-time record, canning 17 employees in the span of two weeks, and now she was doing damage control. But she didn’t know that you knew, and you weren’t going to let her figure that out. A loss of control was seen as weakness to Venable, and if she found out that you knew, nothing Jeff and Mutt could bring down would stop her from getting rid of you.

You shook your head, “It’s better if you don’t know.”

Venable grit her teeth, her nails digging into the soft wood of her desk, “I asked a question, I expect an answer.”

You threw your hands up, “I lost a game of pool.”

Venable cocked her head, very slightly, and chewed on her words, “You… lost a game of pool?”

“Yes.” You said, hoping if you danced around the topic enough, she would eventually get bored and leave it alone, or just assume you were too stupid to get any viable information out of.

Venable’s eyes raked over you, before zeroing in on some invisible crack in your armor, “And?”

“And?” You asked, trying to play dumb.

“I assume there’s more to the story, given the way your feet are dancing like you’re stepping on red hot coals.” Venable said, eyes following yours towards your feet, “Spit it out. I don’t have all day.”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, “We bet on the game. I lost the game, so I had to hold up my end of the deal.”

“Which was?” Venable asked, growing tired of your antics.

You sighed, “To ask you on a date.”

Venable cocked her head to the side, studying you for a moment, “You didn’t ask me on a date.” You nodded, “So then you didn’t hold up your end of the deal.”

You nodded again. “I’m not going to ask someone out for a dare, its cruel and juvenile. I just needed them,” You said, motioning to the row of desks opposite the frosted glass walls, “To think I did.”

“You risked your job,” Venable sneered, “For a childish dare?”

“Actually,” You began, cocking your head and smirking, “I risked my job so I wouldn’t have to do the dare. Men are stupid, and extremely gullible.”

Venable’s eyes narrowed, “Why would they dare you to ask me out?”

You rolled your eyes, “Because they’re intimidated by strong women, and they wanted to humiliate you.”

She pursed her lips, “Flattery will get you nowhere.”

“It isn’t flattery,” you chuckled, “You scare the shit out of them.” Venable tried her best to fight the smirk on her lips, but you still caught it, and you thought you should get out while you were ahead, “Now, am I fired, or can I get back to work?”

Venable looked confused, “I haven’t assigned you anything.”

“Jeff and Mutt want me to work on their “super-secret project”. ” You said, rolling your eyes and making air quotes with your fingers, “I have to go through security clearances.”

“Why would they need you?” Venable asked, her voice dripping in condescension. While it wasn’t unusual for Jeff and Mutt to borrow her employees, it wasn’t typical to borrow assistants, and certainly not on a project so secret that even she was being kept out of the loop.

You shrugged, “Your guess is as good as mine.”

“Very well. You are excused.” Venable said, her face setting. “And Y/n?” You turned, looking back at your boss, “Don’t let it happen again. Next time, you’ll be lucky to be a dishwasher at McDonalds.”

You smirked, “McDonalds doesn’t have a dishwasher, but I get the sentiment.”

Venable rolled her eyes as you shut the door, cursing Jeff and Mutt for putting her in this position. Had she been able to do what she wanted, you never would have felt comfortable enough to make such a statement, let alone challenge her. She didn’t have too much time to dwell on it, the most recent delivery of a certain white substance being delivered straight to her office, and she knew the boys were already itching to reup on their dose.

“The woman of the hour!” Jeff yelled, fist pumping the air as he spotted the giant jar firmly planted in her arm, “Have I told you I loved you lately?”

“Save it.” Venable sneered, dodging his grabby hands and keeping the cocaine just out of reach, “What’s going on with this secret project?”

“Nothing you need to worry your fiery little head with.” Mutt said, “Just know it’s going, full steam ahead.”

“How can I manage it if I don’t know what it is?” Venable asked.

“You aren’t managing it.” Jeff said, “We are.”

“You two,” Venable said carefully, “Are managing it, all on your own?”

Mutt laughed, “Yeah, it’s going to be fucking sick.”

“So why are you stealing my employee?” Venable asked, the two engineers sharing glances.

“We need her skillset.” Mutt finally answered, obviously dragging his feet.

“She’s an assistant.” Venable stated.

“Yeah,” Jeff said, “She’s also an engineer, and she’s not bad to look at.”

Venable scoffed, “You’re stealing my employee because she’s attractive?”

“No, were stealing her because we need her brain.” Mutt said, “The fact that she’s a babe is just a bonus.”

“So, you aren’t going to tell me anything?” Venable asked, Jeff and Mutt staring back at her.

“It’s not that we want to not tell you anything, we just can’t.” Jeff offered apologetically, conveniently reaching for the cocaine at the same time with pleading eyes.

Venable huffed, swinging the cocaine out of his reach at the last second, and placing it on the farthest table as she stomped out of the room, ignoring the string of apologies from her bosses. This just wouldn’t do. She had always been in the loop, from day one. Those idiots couldn’t be trusted to run an entire project by themselves, they could barely remember their own addresses. Quite literally, Venable was the one who had to give the addresses to their cab drivers because they were too blitzed to form a coherent thought.  She sat and she stewed for the remainder of the day, before she settled on a plan. She was tired of being on the outs, she needed to regain her power.

When you got the message on teams, you worried she had changed her mind, and you felt your palms begin to sweat.

My office. Now.

You trudged past your coworkers and towards her office, Nate and Scott snickering behind you.

“Someone’s in trouble.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help but feel like they were right. She was playing with you, the same way she did to every other employee, making you feel safe and then yanking the carpet out from beneath you. Still, you opened the door and stepped into her den, her eyes flicking over you for only a second, “Close the door.”

You shut the door behind you, asking hesitantly, “What can I do for you, Miss Venable?”

Venable didn’t even look up, “It’s more so what I can do for you.”

“Pardon?” You asked, unsure of the direction this conversation was heading, and there was no way you could prepare for the words about to leave her mouth.

“I’ll speak in plain terms so that you understand.” Venable sneered, “I’ll let you fulfill your little dare, and in turn, you give me information on whatever it is that Jeff and Mutt are stealing you for.”

“The project?” You asked, your head spinning.

Venable sighed, glaring at you, “Is there anything else they are stealing you for?”

“No?” You said, shaking your head, “But why would you need me to gather information?”

Venable rolled her eyes, “Jeff and Mutt have decided they will be handling it themselves; they don’t want a grownup’s help. I need to make sure they don’t royally fuck it up. I’ve spent far too long building a reputation for this company, I don’t need them snorting it away. Now do we have a deal, or will you be looking for a new position?”

You shook your head, still unable to process what she was asking of you, “You do realize they’re only doing this so they can make fun of you, right?”

Venable arched a brow, “I’ve never cared about men’s opinions before. Why start now?”

“Yea, but, those coconut heads design sex robots.” You tried again, “For all I know, they could want me to code for a doll that gives head.”

Venable stared at you, clearly annoyed with the conversation, “You have a week to gather as much information as you can. That will be all.”

You stared at her as she refocused on her work, completely ignoring your lingering presence, before you shook your head incredulously, “Ok.”

You couldn’t keep the smile off your face as you left her office, beelining straight for Nate’s desk and whispering in his ear, “Just to be clear, you’re my bitch now.”

[marchtomydrums]

Bad Day

Cordelia Goode x Billie Dean Howard x Wilhemina Venable x Reader

You walked into your home excited to see your girlfriends after a long day. Entering the front door you drop off your bags and kick off your shoes before rounding the corner to the kitchen.

Entering the kitchen you see Cordelia at the stove and Billie sitting on the barstool by the counter with a glass of wine in hand. Billie sees you first and smiles.

“Hey, babydoll. How was your day?” She asked.

You smiled as you kissed her softly. “It was great. And yours?”

“It was good... better now that you’re here.” She says with a wink.

You giggled as you walked over to Cordelia.

“Hi, beautiful.” You said with a smile.

“Well hello my love. “ she says as she kisses your lips softly.

You smiled as you looked over into the living room seeing the redhead sitting on the couch reading a book quietly.

“Is she alright?” You asked.

Billie rolls her eyes “She’s in a mood.”

“She had a rough day,” Cordelia explains.

“Oh. Well has she said anything about it?” You asked.

“Nope. She came in sat down and started reading. She’s ignored us for an hour.” Billie grumbles.

You chuckled shaking your head as you walked over to Mina.

Slowly you bent down wrapping your arms around her shoulders and kissing her temple softly.

“Hi.” You whispered.

“Hello,” Mina says quietly still focusing on her book.

“I’m sorry you had a bad day. Is there anything I can do to make it better?” You asked massaging her shoulders lightly.

“No”

“Are you sure? We don’t have to talk we can take a bath or I can just sit with you.”

“No thank you.”

You sighed as you thought of something that may put Mina in better spirits. Suddenly an idea comes to you and you smile as walk in front of her.

Slowly you pull your shirt over your head waiting for brown eyes to lift from the pages. You see her eyes look up at you and then quickly dart back down to her book.

You chuckled as you reached behind your back unhooking your bra and tossing it at the redhead.

That gets her attention of course. She gently puts her book down looking up at you.

“What are you doing?” She asked trying to hide her smile.

You shrugged your shoulders “Just trying to help. I know when I’m having a bad day bobbies make me happy.”

“I know they make me happy!” Billie screams from the kitchen.

Mina can no longer hold back her laughter as she shakes her head.

“Come here little one.” She says patting her lap.

You smile as you sit on her lap kissing her lips.

“Did I make you happy?”

“Yes, you did. I can’t ignore you. You’re too cute.” She says.

“Oh nice but you can ignore us?!” Billie says.

“You didn’t show me your boobs,” Mina says causing you to laugh.

“Well damn, Venny I didn’t know I needed to.”

[safic4-m]

💜It's time, let's go

Pairing: Wilhemina Venable x Fem Lector

Author's note: This request was made anonymously about pregnant Mina.

Word count: 837

~Master list~

One-shot

Wattpad

You were very nervous to say the least, today they would have their interview for the adoption process.

-How do you feel?- you ask Mina, taking her hand.

-I'm a little nervous, and you?

-The same,- she laughed a little.

Today was the big day and if everything went well, maybe in a few months their little family would expand, but getting to this point has not been easy.

Flashback

Today had been terrible, you were late as your car left you stranded on the way, your boss decided to have a meeting that lasted about two hours, you had too much work to do so you had to stay longer to finish it, but at least you were happy to be able to go home to your beloved wife.

-Hello Violet- you greet the little white cat that comes to greet you, -did you miss me?- you ask receiving a meow in answer.

-Do you know where mommy is?- caressing your head.

You call your wife without receiving any answer, you enter the bedroom looking for any sign of Mina, something in you tells you to look in the bathroom and you find the redhead sitting on the toilet.

-What's wrong, honey?- you ask, leaning down to be at her level.

-I'm pregnant,- she says in a whisper.

-What?"- you ask not believing what you just heard.

Instead of answering you, he shows you a positive pregnancy test and you take her in your arms, happy to have finally succeeded after so many attempts.

At last your little family that you had formed together would begin to expand.

End of flashback

But it seems that fate had different plans for you.

Flashback

You were too tired by the time you got home, it was strange not to see Wilhemina's car in the driveway but you just assumed she had stayed at work, originally you planned to sleep for 20 minutes and then start making dinner, but your plans changed at the last minute when you received a call from your wife.

-Hi honey,- you greet hearing a lot of noise on the other end.

-I'm calling from Juarez Hospital,- your blood runs cold when you hear her words.

-Are you still there?

-Yes... I'm here.

-Your wife has just been in a car crash....

You stop listening and go into an automatic state, leaving the house for the hospital.

The next five hours became the most difficult of your life, you knew nothing of Wilhemina's current condition and you were too afraid of losing her after finally finding her. When you were finally allowed to see her, you couldn't help but cry when you saw her whole body full of bruises, she looked so fragile and helpless.

-What happened,?- you said, settling down next to her, careful not to hurt her.

She simply takes your hand leaving a kiss on your knuckles, before placing it on her belly.

-He's a survivor,- she says before bursting into tears.

End of the flashback

They would have thought that things got better from then on, but in reality it was not like that, during the recovery, Mina started to have a lot of bleeding, as well as some back pains; they had gone to her gynecologist but she had told them that this was normal, the problem with her back was that they could not do x-rays because they could affect the baby.

After a few months things did not get better, the bleeding had gotten worse and the pain in her belly got worse. But when they stopped it was much worse, Wilhemina got up in the early morning to go to the bathroom and saw that there was too much blood, they went to the hospital only to receive one of the worst news.

As a result of the shock Mina had generated a scoliosis due to trauma, which could not be detected in time, since she did not have x-rays for the welfare of the baby, then she had generated a miscarriage, since her body was not able to carry a pregnancy or at least not with this condition.

The following months were too much, having had a miscarriage was very hard for both of them, but Mina was the one who had felt it worse, adding to this the scoliosis that had been detected was a very intense moment for your marriage. But the love they felt had helped them overcome this making their relationship much stronger than before.

Flashback

-Y/n, are you awake?- Wilhelmina calls out to you in the dark of the night as she can't fall asleep.

-I am, sweetie,- she replied, turning to face you.

You couldn't see her at all but at least you felt her next to you.

-I've been thinking,- you begin in a very soft tone, -that maybe we could adopt...

You say it as if it were a secret that no one should know.

-I'm fine with that,- cupping her cheek with completion.

You could feel a smile grow on his face, at his answer regarding adoption.

End of flashback

-It's time, let's go- says the redhead letting go of your hand to get out of the car with the help of her cane and you behind her.

[camillelespanayesbtch]

✨Sarah Paulson Masterlist✨

!!!NO MINORS!!! 18+

Diane Sherman: Eyes boring a way through me Paralyze, controlling completely

Diane Sherman: Co-com-comparison is killing me slowly...And I’m so sick of myself, rather be, rather be. Anyone, anyone else

Diane Sherman, Ally Mayfair: We're Making Reasons To Destroy Our Believing. I See You Looking At Me, and Now I Don't Know Who To Believe

Diane Sherman: Pick Your Poison

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Billie Dean Howard: Strangers to Friends, Friends into Lovers, and Strangers Again P1, P2

Billie Dean Howard: Maybe You'll Start Slipping Slowly And Find Me Again

Wilhemina Venable, Billie Dean Howard: I see darkness in you

Billie Dean Howard, Audrey Tindall: Open hand or closed fist would be fine. The blood is red and sweet as cherry wine

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Wilhemina Venable: You stalker, watcher, psychopath (There's only one Wilhemina Fucking Venable)

Wilhemina Venable: Think About Your Hero, When You’re At Ground Zero

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Cordelia Goode: Baby’s Got Trouble. Don’t Know How To Live. Don’t Want To Die

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Sally McKenna: Hate To See Your Heart Break

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Xandra Terrell: There Is Something About The Way You Are That Makes Me (Sigh)

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Audrey Tindall: You're The Next Drew Barry, And I Want More

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Alice Macray: I Pray For Forgiveness You Can't Grant Me.

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Mildred Ratched: I Wanna Be Your Bubblegum Bitch

More on my AO3: TindallsGal

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Wilhemina Venable X Cordelia Goode: I brought you daffodils on a pretty string, but they won't flower like they did last spring.

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[aboutcustardcreams]

Y/n: *knocks at the fridge’s door and waits*

Cordelia and Mina share a quizzical look

Y/n: *grins and knocks again*

Cordelia: *already struggles to keep a serious expression and turns to Mina* ask her, love

Mina: ask her what? *frowns*

Cordelia: just ask her why she is knocking at the fridge’s door or we won’t have any dinner tonight…

Y/n: *grins evilly in anticipation*

Mina: *sighs and tiredly rubs the root of her nose* sweetheart, why are you knocking at the fridge’s door?

Y/n: because … *stops dramatically to add suspense while Cordelia is already crying in laughter* there could be a salad dressing

Mina: *struggles to keep a serious expression*

Cordelia: *lying on the floor* HELP.

[stayevildarling]

can i request a fic? i would like one where reader is falling in love with billie and found out she’s in a poly relationship with mina and delia and they slowly falling for reader too

(i love your sarah’s fics, youre so talented)

Billie Dean Howard x Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable x Reader- Say yes to heaven

A/N: thank you very much for requesting this, hope you enjoy🤍

tags/tw: poly relationship, female reader, mention of heartbreak, mention of unrequited love, mention of smoking, hurt/angst/comfort/fluff, very slight nsfw mention at the end

word count: 5.5k

taglist:

@lunaticwhittaker , @billiebeanhoward , @lanawinters-ily , @kenzbro , @minaslittleone , @httpfiftyshadesofgay @whitelotus00 , @ninaahs , @paulsonsratched , @vintagepaulson , @isle-of-earle , @grilledcheeseandguavajelly , @lucyintheskywithxanax , @fanfics4world , @mymiraclewitch , @hazard-to-myself , @awritersometimes , @wastdstime , @p1pecleanerwitheyes , @queen2234 , @ihartnat , @lifebyinez , @ahsatanizgay , @blu3dimples , @stepintomyworld

If anyone would have told you about the turn your life was about to take when you finally decided to quit your toxic job a few months ago, you would have never believed them. It had been undeniably hard, finally accepting the change and moving on from what you assumed to maybe be a job where you can finally settle down. But it had taken everything from you and so you decided to move on, move cities altogether in order to get a fresh start. And when you had seen a job advert online, an assistant job with a decent pay, you decided to go for it, considering you really had nothing to lose at this point.

And so you had moved to New Orleans, welcome for the fresh start and change of seasons, having done all the interviews and the application process online and with a bit of time passing and luck ending up getting the job. Now, you had only after the application process found out you would be working for Ms Billie Dean Howard, medium to the stars with her own tv show. You had heard of her but never having enough time to actually watch her show or learn anything about her really. And so after moving into a hotel close to your new workplace, the housing situation way more complicated than you could have estimated, you began binge watching her show. With every episode, the woman became more likeable, her antics, her sarcasm but yet her abilities and bravery.

One month in and you had performed well, doing your research beforehand, knowing to follow Ms Howard throughout the day, taking care of any incoming phone calls or emails when she is filming, providing her with morning coffee, her lunch smoothie and usual order, varying from two places she liked. Sometimes she needed you to run some personal chores like her dry cleaning or queueing for a new designer bag she wanted as filming stopped her from doing so herself. And you didn‘t mind, knowing this was ultimately what you had applied for and always wanting to work in the movie industry and this somewhat being close to what you initially wanted and dreamed of.

The blonde medium had been nothing but kind to you, always looking you in the eye when talking to you, always knowing her manners when requesting something from you, always adding a please and thank you and meaning it. She was much less than a karen than most of the people in the online forums had wrote and you grew to like her over the first month. She got stressed a lot when filming wasn‘t running like it was supposed to, sometimes going through multiple packets of cigarettes a day and she would make sure to tell her crew off when they messed up but somehow she remained nothing but kind to you, never letting her mood affect her behaviour towards you in any way.

From the first minute you had laid eyes upon the blonde in person you had felt an unfamiliar feeling in your chest, a strange sense of longing for something you had never truly felt before but you brushed it off, focusing on your work instead. But with each passing week, something within you changed, the desire to make her happy, to perform well. Billie was undeniably a flirt, always a pick up line or a joke handy, her wide smile or smirk afterwards complimenting her words perfectly and making something within your stomach twist. But you knew it wasn‘t for you, knew it was simply her antics. But something changed within you when she would often linger her hands on you during a meeting, when her hand would brush against yours as you would pass her a cigarette between filming or how some pet name of endearment would so easily flow from her lips.

You knew you were falling for the blonde, of course not being oblivious to love even if you had maybe been a stranger to it over the past few years. You had the occasional flirt, one night stand but never truly experienced true love, not the book or movie kind. But Billie made you feel, she made your stomach flutter with butterflies, made your hands warm, your voice shaking and your eyes only find hers in a room full of filming crew and even the presence of ghosts nearby. You never felt scared stepping into an abandoned building as Billie made you feel safe, her mere presence enough to ground you and forget about what it was you are truly doing here. And for a little while, you had the feeling that maybe Billie liked you too as her smile eventually grew wider seeing you, the conversations between you two became more personal as she suddenly wanted to know every detail about you, wanting to get to know you outside from the professional standards. She would look at you the way you would look at her and she would undeniably flirt with you, her eyes never leaving yours when sedutively lighting a cigarette or her head on your shoulder as you drove her home after a rough night of filming.

That‘s until you found out she was in a relationship a few days ago. Her office suddenly coated with flowers for a new pickup of her show and you knew this was nothing special with the amount of fans and connections she had but this seemed more personal and when you saw the note sticking out, reading the contents, you figured what you had assumed by now. Billie had never directly mentioned anyone, sometimes giving hints and when you drove her home it was never to her studio apartment given by the company of her show. You had done some research and found out about the academy Billie seems to live in or share a home with someone and stumbled upon the headmistress, connecting the dots as the same name appeared on the note of the flowers. And you sighed, internally shaking your head at how stupid you had been, how you could have possibly fallen in love with your boss, let alone a celebrity who clearly could never be interested in you, having a life of her own while you still lived in the same hotel room from before.

Something changed within you and every day you tried forgetting about this, to push the daydreams and fantasies away, knowing the woman was taken. But you couldn‘t stop thinking about her blonde curls, the signature lipstick, the skirts. Her beautiful smile and how it would light up a room, how her hands would always steady you, how she was so kind despite all the odds and comments online. She was your sun, the thing to keep you going on a long day and making you smile even after returning to the silence and emptiness of your hotel room but now you were alone, forcing yourself to forget these feelings and it felt more lonely than ever before.

And Billie, being Billie she could tell something must have upset you, your usual bubbly personality replaced with something much quieter and drawn back than usual. She could tell you are miles away, still performing your job perfectly but not the friend and reason for her smiling lately that you had been before. She tried to figure it out a few times throughout her busy schedule, never really able to get five minutes to confront you about it. The blonde decided to call you into her office one evening, watching you stand there so sad and almost heartbroken that she couldn‘t quite cope with it. She had asked you over and over, almost begging you to tell her what had upset you so much but you wouldn‘t share, simply stare right past her and into the distance and she left it at that, there not being a whole lot she can do and letting you go for the night.

Now, only moments later when Billie decided to grab her purse and head back for the night, she glanced at the flowers and note which you had been staring at all along, at first assuming it was the windows. And thats when Billie finally connected the dots, your interest before, your obvious acknowledgment of her flirting and your shyness around her when it suddenly stopped around the time the flowers from Cordelia and Wilhemina arrived at her office. She sighs, as she makes her way home, thinking about a way she could fix this, undeniably caring about you and wanting nothing other than to see you happy, never wanting to see you so distant and sad like you had been the last few days.

When she returns home, both of her girlfriends, immediately notice over dinner that Billie was miles away, Cordelia gently taking her hand and encouraging her to open what had been bothering her for days now. And Billie was much more open compared to you, sharing her worries and what had happend, her two girlfriends listening intently. The medium hadn‘t stopped talking about you since you began working for her, telling them all about you, how she was fascinated by you and the two of them could tell she had grown a liking towards you as Billie never usually gushed about anyone like that, having been nothing but loyal in this relationship so far and changing her earlier antics in life especially when it comes to love and relationships.

The three of them had met through Billie‘s work, her and the headmistress of Miss Robichaux‘s Academy having made a few brief encounters before as well as Cordelia and Wilhemina from their past. A mutual dinner reunited them and introduced Billie to Wilhemina and after some months, one thing led to another and ever since then they had been official, sharing a home and their lives together, despite their respective and demanding careers. „Why don‘t we invite her over for dinner? I would love to get to know her“ Cordelia encourages, having made enough eye contact with Wilhemina to have the redheads consent as she equally had grown curious about the girl that Billie kept talking about.

„You‘re sure?“ Billie asks, both excitedly but also a little nervous which rarely happened with the medium. „What if she finds this weird?“ the blonde asks, abandoning their gazes. „Why darling? because she has a big crush on you and the feeling is mutual“ Wilhemina smirks, having been with the two of them long enough to see life a little more easier and casual than years before when she first met them and still carried the burdens that her life had put on her. „You know I would never-„ Billie begins but Cordelia shakes her head, squeezing her hand a little tighter. „We know love, but you both seem to care about each other and I really want to meet her if she feels comfortable“ the supreme encourages and Billie simply nods, smiling to herself a little before moving on with her evening.

The next day carries on it it‘s usual rhythm, picking up your bosses coffee order, before working on some emails and phone calls, arranging some meetings for Billie‘s promo tour before picking up her lunch order and following her around for the rest of the day while she is filming. Only in the evening, the two of you manage to actually talk as everyone had left for the night as Billie goes over her emails one more time while smoking a cigarette. „Is there anything else I can assist you with?“ you ask with your notebook neatly wrapped in your hand as you slip inside her office. „Yes darling, what are you doing on friday night?“ she asks curiously, as she stops the typing on her computer. The nickname sends you right into a spiral but you choose to ignore it, before furrowing your eyebrows. „Nothing, did I miss anything on the filming schedule?“ you ask wondering why she may need you to work late.

„Would you be free for dinner?“ she asks curiously, causing your cheeks to glow red as you sigh. „Billie-„ you begin but she cuts you off as she stands from her chair, abandoning her cigarette in a nearby ashtray. „Look I know that you saw these“ she points towards the flowers, getting straight to the point. „But it‘s a little more complicated than that.“ she explains but you shake your head, not in the mood for what she is about to suggest. „Look Ms. Howard, I‘m sorry but I can‘t do what you are asking me to. I can‘t go on a date with you while you are in a relationship“ you blurt out, missing the little smirk creeping up on her features. „Darling, I‘m not asking you on a date“ she clarifies, causing your cheeks to burn hot in embarrassment. Your mouth forms into an „o“ shape before she puts you out of your misery.

„It is true, I‘m in a relationship with two women but I like you and I have told them about you and they would like to get to know you, no date, just get to know my best assistant so far“ she clarifies and you try and look away, trying to cover both your embarrassment and the arousal at her mentioning two women instead of one, having been unsure of her exact sexuality so far and only assuming from your research. „Is that something you would like?“ she asks and despite your inner self screaming at you to decline, you find yourself nodding your head, causing her wide smile to spread across her features before her heels tap excitedly on the floor. „Great, 8pm and you know the adress of the academy?“ she questions and you nod before you both head home for the night.

Friday came much quicker as you had never really calculated how it was already wednesday when she asked and suddenly you find yourself in front of the large black iron gates, shortly after the front door, your palms sweaty, heart racing through your chest and your fist hovering above the door, too shy to knock, considering whether to simply run away and start a new life somewhere. But before you could even think about it further, the front door opens and the woman you had seen when doing your research stands before you, blonde hair just like Billie but longer, fuller and richer. Her aura is breathtaking, she is wearing some long flowy black pants, some boots and a blouse with some flowers. The scent of both cooking and vanilla and honey instantly greet you and you stand there shocked for a moment as if an angel had just greeted you to heaven.

„Hi there“ she greets you with a bright smile that could turn even your darkest of days brighter. „You must be Y/N, please come in“ she offers and you snap out of it, smiling politely before thanking her. „I‘m Cordelia and this is Miss Robichaux‘s Academy“ she explains as she leads you past the living room and into the kitchen with a large dining space. Inside the kitchen you are greeted with a largely decorated table, some flowers and enough wine on the table to last for several days. The scent of whoever‘s cooking this is makes your mouth water and you only then notice another presence in the room, still not Billie but you catch a glimpse of her smoking outside which was typical for your boss. „This is Wilhemina Venable“ Cordelia introduces you before she walks away to take care of the cooking for a moment longer.

„Hi, it‘s so nice to meet you, I‘m Y/N“ you introduce yourself, again forcing yourself to snap out of this and remain polite. The woman with red hair stands, holding onto a cane as she takes your hand, her eyes searching yours for a moment. Again you are taken back by her hair, the lilac coating her features and how she seemed different than the two, more mysterious, more private but yet inviting and strangely safe. You hold onto her hand way too long before you snap out of it, Billie‘s presence finally causing you to let go of the woman‘s hand. „Hi“ she beams, ushering you to sit before she pours everyone some wine and hands you a glass. „You aren‘t allergic to anything are you, darling?“ Cordelia asks and you shake your head before she begins serving you and you nervously take a rather large sip of wine, trying to calm your nerves a little bit.

Dinner begins casual and you are so glad about that, being able to get used to their intimidating presences despite their friendliness. But being around three gorgeous woman, one you undeniably had a crush on made you more nervous than you could ever admit. They begin to talk casually about their day, including you before they begin asking you some questions, enough to learn more about you but not enough to make you uncomfortable or make this seem like an interview. Cordelia asks about your upbringing, Billie wanting to know more about your profession and career before working for her and Wilhemina more curious about the things you enjoy, occasionally teasing how you managed to stay Billie‘s assistant for the last few months as she undeniably was demanding, which made Billie scoff but the rest of you three chuckle.

„So tell me, where do you live if you are new to New Orleans?“ Cordelia asks curiously and Billie nods then, only now having realized she had no idea where you lived or how far you had to commute to work every day. You suddenly pause, your bubbly and open conversation from before now a little more shy which doesn‘t go unnoticed by them. „I live nearby the office“ you explain, taking another sip of wine, not really wanting to get into that. „Which area?“ Wilhemina asks curiously, having noticed your uncomfortable posture but wanting to draw the answer from you nevertheless. „I live in a hotel“ you admit, knowing there was no point in denying this, especially after learning one of these woman is a witch and could probably for all you know read your thoughts and worse.

„What?“ Billie blurts out in shock, almost choking on her wine. „Why is that sweetie?“ Cordelia asks curiously, already so used to your presence that she never even realized the pet name. „When I moved here and even before I spent every hour of every day trying to find something but someone always beat me to it and so I had to choose between this mouldy basement or a hotel nearby and so I opted for that“ you admit, feeling a little embarrassed considering how the three of them had their lives together so well and yet here you are living in a hotel. „Why didn‘t you say anything?“ Billie asks almost a little furiously, before shaking her head disapprovingly. Cordelia glances at Wilhemina, the two of them always seeming to share the same thoughts. „We have plenty of rooms if you need“ she offers but you shake your head. „Oh I couldn‘t but thank you“ you explain.

„Well I have plenty of contacts so remind me on monday and we will find something“ Billie encourages before the redhead changes the subject which you are glad about, this having taken you off guard a little and undeniably making you feel a little shy and embarrassed. After some more desert and wine and hours of talking in the comfort of each other- which you never thought possible when walking into this place hours before- you are finally ready to head home. Billie parts ways with a hug, telling you how glad she is you could make it. Wilhemina gives you a friendly hand shake and Cordelia just opts to hug you before reassuring a million times that you could still drive and didn‘t need a taxi or help getting home. They made you promsie to text Billie when you are home safe and you agreed.

By the time you collapse into bed, sending your boss a quick text that you had made it home safely, your whole world feels upside down. Not only have you just had dinner with your boss who you had been falling for but also her not one but TWO girlfriends who are more gorgeous than the other. You couldn‘t shake the still lingering attraction towards Billie, how interesting Wilhemina was and how Cordelia was undeniably the sun. All evening, you had forced yourself to push the lingering thoughts away but as you lay in your bed staring at the ceiling, you can‘t help but think a little further about those three, wondering about their dynamics and thinking about how lucky they are to have found each other, knowing you would have to push your feelings for Billie away now, seeing her in a healthy and happy relationship with those two amazing women.

And so in the next few weeks you decide to move on with your life, focusing more on yourself outside of work, rather than cry at silly romantic movies after working and thinking of her. Of course you still felt for her but you wanted her to be happy but somehow you had made that bet without them. They invited you over for dinner more, feeling bad you had to eat on your own in that hotel, Cordelia showing you more around the academy and slowly revealing her witchcraft to you, which had you stunned. Wilhemina enjoyed the more quieter side of it all and after she had discovered your love for books, she often invited you to her private library within the coven, showing you original pieces that you had wanted to read for ages, allowing you to borrow whatever you may need, knowing you will always bring them back to her. And Billie would take you out outside of work more, brunches, breakfast, walks with her two girlfriends on the weekend.

After a few months of this, you finally felt like belonging somewhere, they had taken you in, always offering to let you sleep over at the coven and you accepted sometimes, especially after long movie nights with them or when having dinner and drinking way too much after and giggling until the late hours of the night with them. Eventually they knew everything about you, your passions, the things that made you smile, make you frown and make you cry. And you knew everything about them, Billie's courage and her obsession with shopping, which you had known before but after seeing her walk in wardrobe you realised the extent. You knew every detail about Cordelia, her upbringing, her witchcraft and how powerful she truly was, having shown you her magic more than once now, the two of you liking spending time in the greenhouse together. And Wilhemina had been bruised and beaten by life, her condition often causing her so much pain and you admired her courage, never having seen her sad before, never complaining and remaining strong despite life's challenges.

And until lately, you had been so caught up in the daze of it all, working for Billie and spending most of your free time with them that you never really realised how they would look at you. How Wilhemina would glance at you when you watched a movie together and how every single word coming out of your mouth was true perfection. How Cordelia's hands would so often linger on you, the feeling so safe and comforting that you never questioned it to begin with. And at last there was Billie who was ready to give you the entire world, her eyes sparkling in that same way when she had met Cordelia and Wilhemina. Maybe it was due to the type of their relationship, never thinking about them adding another person, let alone knowing whether that could work, but you had been so oblivious to it all and never noticed how just like you, they had been slowly falling for you.

It was late one night when you all had drank too much wine, Billie standing outside, the moonlight illuminating her features as she giggled and struggled to light her cigarette and you gladly assisted her, giggling alongside her. She suddenly got serious, looking at you with an expression that you didn't notice due to your state. ,,How come you don't have a special someone in your life?'' she asked out of the blue and you simply shrugged, unsure how to answer her question. ,,Have you ever considered looking beyond societies relationship standards?'' she asked but the two of you had been interrupted by Cordelia before you could answer and it never struck you all that much until a few weeks later.

The three of them noticed their mutual liking to you, instantly realising how well you fit with them, how your presence only completed them each in their own way and they couldn't hide the attraction towards you any longer. And so they had a long conversation about this, never having thought about adding another person and worrying what that may do to the nature of their relationship but they had talked it out, each of them just as willing and truly just as in love with you. And so they had asked you for dinner again, this time not at the academy but a place that they chose. And when you looked up the place and seeing how fancy it was, you know you needed to look presentable and so you had spent all day, dressing up for them, doing an extensive everything shower and adjusting yourself in order to remotely match their class and beauty.

,,Hop in babydoll'' Billie smiled as she pulled up in her car, Wilhemina and Cordelia meeting you there. ,,Wow'' she smiled as you sat beside her and she could get a proper look at you. ,,You look beautiful'' she praised, causing your cheeks to blush. And tonight was the first night where you couldn't be oblivious any longer to your own feelings. Seeing the three of them sitting beside and opposite you at dinner, the classy atmosphere only adding to their beauty. You couldn't deny how beautiful Wilhemina looked in her lilac dress, how Cordelia's smile lit up the whole restaurant and how undeniably attractive Billie looked tonight and how all sorts of thoughts linger on your mind. You had been clouded by finally feeling life and it's beauty in the last few months that only tonight you seem to realise your feelings for each one of them and the realisation startles you mid dinner, causing their voices to suddenly be muffled, your heart beating out of your chest and fighting the urge to cry, realising you could never have what they have.

Cordelia is the first one to notice, seeing your features drop, from the comfortable chatter and your smile, suddenly seeming so lost in your thoughts and her eyebrows furrow in that all too familiar way. ,,Darling, are you alright?'' she asks and despite them having used all sorts of pet names on you, tonight again you only seem to realise properly as it stings when you hear it leave her mouth. ,,I'm fine'' you muster up your best smile, focusing on your meal and engaging in their conversations in order to get through the night. And despite Cordelia's rule to never invade anyone's thoughts, your thoughts seem to linger on her mind as she hears your doubts, feels the sadness radiating off her and she glances at Wilhemina and Billie before giving them a signal. They had planned to bring this up with you tonight, planning to do it much later which causes the redhead and blonde some confusion but the supreme insists.

,,Y/N.. we meant to talk to you about something'' Cordelia begins before your attention focuses towards her, placing your knife and fork down as you had just finished your meal. ,,Of course'' you give her your attention, suddenly feeling the nerves at the seriousness of her tone. ,,We are so glad that Billie decided to introduce you to us darling, we really enjoy your company and we hope you feel the same'' she smiles and you return the smile before agreeing ,,Of course I do''. There is some silence before their eyes meet each other, unsure who was going to do the next part but Wilhemina takes over. ,,Now, we all know how you feel about Ms. Howard over here'' she smirks, causing your cheeks to burn red a little as it had become a bit of a joke between the four of you. ,,But if we aren't wrong, we think you may feel the same about us, little one?'' she asks, so gentle, so carefully as if you are the most fragile thing on the planet.

For a second your words get caught in your throat, feeling yours nerves but Billie's hands, who sits beside you, find yours underneath the table, holding it in place and making you feel safe. ,,Would it be bad if I do?'' you ask carefully, almost whispering, hoping you aren't reading this wrong and knowing you owe them honesty. ,,Quite the opposite babydoll'' Billie reassures, almost beaming at you a little before she carries on. ,,We like your company and to be honest, the three of us are a little crazy about you'' she admits and Cordelia and Wilhemina simply chuckle at Billie's word choice, despite the truth in it. ,,And we have talked this through for a while now, if you feel the same, we..'' she carries on but suddenly stops, unsure how to actually finish this sentence in order not to overwhelm you.

,,All Billie darling is trying to say is we like you a lot sweetie and if you feel the same way, we'd be so happy to explore this with you, see where it goes and welcome you into our home and hearts'' Cordelia finishes, her eyes slightly shining with tears, already knowing how you feel inside and hoping sincerly they aren't overwhelming you with this. And suddenly you sit there, your beautiful boss medium to the stars holding your hand with her two gorgeous partners as they offer you the world. Everything you had secretly wanted, every feeling you had been pushing down and pretended just simply didn't exist. They had been welcoming you into their lives months ago without question. spending their time and effort on you, and right now they are offering you the world and it causes you to freeze for a moment, unable to believe this isn't one of your dreams at night or even daydreams.

Your eyes meet both Cordelia and Wilhemina's, making sure they aren't kidding or messing with you but the honesty in their eyes and the glimmer of hope only confirms their statements from before. ,,All you have to say is yes to trying little one'' Wilhemina encourages, knowing this must be scary. ,,We will take it at your pace'' Cordelia encourages. And suddenly you smirk, unable to hide how you are truly feeling for a moment longer. ,,Yes'' you confirm and they all sigh in relief a little, Billie squeezing your hand a little tighter. ,,How about some champagne or dessert to celebrate?'' the medium offers and you suddenly find yourself glancing at her with an expression neither of them can quite make out. You lean in, your shy side suddenly gone, not able to hold this back any longer and wanting to feel what you had wanted for months now. Neither Cordelia or Wilhemina can quite make out what you are whispering in the mediums ear but from her both shocked and surprised reaction, they can only guess.

,,Right, seems like we are getting the bill and celebrating at home'' she reassures, coughing a little from your boldness and Wilhemina can't help but smirk, having assumed there was this side to you, having seen your lingering gaze on Billie's ass whenever she swayed her hips, seeing the way you look at Cordelia and herself and knowing exactly what you wanted, hence your choice of dress tonight. ,,Alright, let's take you home then little one'' the redhead confirms. And so within months your world had turned upside down, the job advert saving your life quite literally and giving you anything you could have ever wanted and dreamed of and so much more. And tonight you didn‘t hold back anymore, didn‘t hide your true feelings and let go, saying yes to them, saying yes to what you knew was going to be heaven.