#wilhemina x reader

[marchtomydrums]

BabyMoon

Cordelia has been driving for what seems like forever even though she claims it hasn't been that long. But Mina was kind enough to add that you would already be at the cabin if it weren't for the fact that you've asked them to stop three times already to pee.

Meanwhile, Billie is asleep in the backseat across from you. Cordelia is quiet as she focuses on the road ahead of her. She's been trying to defuse the tension the whole ride. Looking over to the passenger seat you see Mina and you can tell she seems tense by the way she's gripping the cane that lies next to her which only makes you more nervous as you call out to Cordelia.

“Umm, Delia,” you called out to your wife.

“Yes?” she answered, sneaking a peek at you and then back at the road. You gave her a small smile, causing her to breathe heavily. “Really? Again?!” she asked.

“I'm sorry. I can't help it.” you frowned.

“I know baby,” she says giving you a small smile.

“We have stopped this car three times in the last hour. You can't possibly have to go again,” Mina yells.

“Mina!” Cordelia shouts at the redhead.

You sighed looking out the window as you squeezed your legs together. Cordelia sighs heavily pulling into a gas station just up the road.

“You need any help?” she asked putting the car in park.

Without looking at her or Mina you got out in search of the restroom. A few minutes later you walked to the car got in and buckled your seatbelt.

“The cabin is only a few miles away you think you can make it without any more stops?” Mina asked in a sarcastic tone.

You didn't respond opting to ignore her and her bad attitude. For the rest of the drive, you stared out the window trying to hold in your emotions. Mina has been in a pissy mood all day and she's been taking it out on you. What was the point of this “babymoon” anyway if Mina was going to be a bitch! You thought to yourself as you wiped straw tears from your cheeks. Finally, Cordelia pulls into the long driveway of the cabin.

Putting the car in park Cordelia relaxes her body leaning back in her seat.

Billie stirs in the back stretching her limbs and yearning.

“Were here already?” she asked.

Mina scoffs “Yeah we're here four stops later.”

Shaking your head you exit the car slamming the door behind you as you walk toward the cabin.

“What was that about?” Billie asked.

Mina sighed. “It's me. I'm being a bitch. I'm just in a bad mood.”

“Yeah, honey we noticed.” Cordelia huffs getting out of the car to go after you.

Mina sighs as she watches the blonde run after you.

“You should probably apologize to y/n. She's been very emotional and uncomfortable lately. She's weeks away from giving birth, Venny. She's scared. Even if she doesn't want to admit it.”

“I know. I'm sorry.”

“I'm not the one who needs to hear it,” Billie says as she exits the car.

An hour later Billie and Cordelia managed to get everything from the car and set up in the cabin. Once they were done they joined Mina on the couch.

“Where's y/n?” the redhead asked looking at Cordelia.

“She's taking a nap. She was exhausted.”

“Oh.”

“Mina, what's going on? Talk to us, please. Why are you so tense and taking it out on y/n of all people?” Cordelia asked.

“Seriously, that girl adores you Venny,” Billie adds.

“I know and I feel awful. I'm just scared.” Mina says.

“Scared of what darling?”

“She's going to give birth. She's going to be in pain she could die. I won't be able to help her. I can't bear to watch her suffer. “

“I know it's scary but that doesn't mean we take our fears out on her. She's scared too. And she needs support.” Billie says.

“I know Billie! Don't you think I know?!” she yells back at Billie.

“I can't do this! I can't be a mother and a wife. I can't do this.”

“Yes, you can love,” Cordelia says softly.

“No! I'm already falling as a wife. I won't be a good mother Delia. I won't. Y/n will have a physical bond with this child, you're such a nurturer, and Billie will shower them with gifts. And then there's me...what can I possibly give this child?” she asked with tears in her eyes.

“Unconditional love and security,” you say standing behind them.

The three women turned to see you standing there. Walking around the couch you take a seat on Mina’s lap careful not to hurt her.

“Mina you're right Cordelia is a natural when it comes to mothering, and Billie loves to spoil us rotten, and I do have a bond with this child but you.. You're special Mina whether you want to believe it or not. You understand what it's like to be different to be bullied and to feel unsafe. Which is why you go out of your way to make sure I feel safe and happy. You never judge me for my flaws or insecurities. You love me at my worst and my best. You're always there beside me ready to take on anything or anyone that tries to come against me. And that my beautiful, loving, and caring wife is why you will be a wonderful mother.”

[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."

[suckerforcate]

Wilhemina Venable

I do care about you ♧♡

[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

taglist:

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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.

[vicky-0933]

Masterlist

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What I will write some kinks but there are some I won’t write… that will be arrange soon.

What I will and not write

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Agatha All Along

Smosh

Resident Evil 8

Abbott Elementary

American Horror Story

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This is short but idk what over fandoms I will do.

[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.

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

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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

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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.

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

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[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]

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!!!♥️”

[mushroom-words]

Can't Be Tamed || Wilhemina Venable

Fandom: American Horror Story Pairing: Wilhemina Venable x Fem!Reader Words: 4889 Note: This has been rewritten and reposted from a previous blog. It was originally two separate works that I've combined into one. Warnings: Public humiliation. Humiliation kink. Spanking. Brief caning. Female masturbation. Fem!receiving oral. Dom/Sub elements. Dom!Venable & Sub!Reader. Kind of dubious consent but it's made clear reader can stop it at any time. Orgasm control. Thigh riding. Dirty talk. Pet names. Venable switches between hard dom and soft dom. Summary: Ms. Venable has let you get away with mouthing off for too long now. She decides to make an example out of you.

MISERY LOVES COMPANY.

        A quick glance around gave you insight into the very same painting that had been hung for as long as you’d been there to study it. Pale faces drawn in fatigue and malnutrition. Victorian attire crafted in only the richest shades of purple and speckled by the plain clothes of grey worn by the counterparts. Hair styled more elaborately than was necessary in such a dystopia.

        Everyone looked like they were created from Grant Wood’s brush. They were all miserable, and in an eviscerated world where the mere concept of fun was just a bittersweet memory, not much was available to do anything about it.

        “It’s all just one great fucking power trip.” Eyes rolling, you rested your jaw on your hand as you sat at the table which had been assigned for dining only. You sighed and looked back to Coco, the young woman who had once been on her rise to fame on social media before her aspirations were bombed alongside the rest of the world. “She thinks she’s all high and mighty because she’s been put in charge of us. I mean, who’s to say these rules actually come from the Cooperative—whatever the hell that actually is?” you huffed.

        The woman slandered by your words was none other than the one you found most alluring in the most intimidating of ways. Wilhelmina Venable was supposedly the authority over Outpost 3, and she ruled with an iron fist—one that was wielded with an ornate cane which she was not afraid to use should she feel it necessary. She enforced the rules that her alleged bosses, a corporation known mysteriously as the Cooperative, mandated from all bunkers stationed amongst the remains of nuclear wasteland left in the wake of WWIII.

        Admittedly you found yourself drawn to the vixen almost immediately upon your introduction. It was all in the manner in which she held herself. She exuded nothing but confidence and dominance, the power of which could very well bring you to your knees before her. Her very voice made you wet more often than you’d care to admit—and that didn’t even include all the dreams you’d had of her since your arrival at the outpost.

        Coco dipped her head and murmured, “Please be quiet, (Y/N). You don’t want her to hear you.”

        “Oh, fuck it,” you sighed. “Let her hear me. What’s she gonna do, have me cannibalized for not liking her? She would be all alone here if she did that to every person who thought the same.”

        “Cannibalism would be too kind of a punishment for your insolence, Miss (Y/L/N).”

        The cold, domineering voice of the very dictator whose name you soured swept an anxious hush over the table. She did tend to have that effect on the survivors in the outpost. If there was any message that she conveyed, it was that she was not a woman to trifle with.

        You straightened your back and looked towards where she stood with her guards—The Fist and Ms. Mead—flanking her on either side. Her hard gaze locked on you. Already you felt the effects of her presence and pressed your thighs together under the table. You sucked in a silent breath as your pulse quickened.

        “Ms. Venable—”

        “Save your breath, Miss (Y/L/N),” she said coolly. “I think you have done enough talking.”

        Mr. Gallant cleared his throat beside you. “She was just talking, Ms. Venable. I don’t think—”

        Venable’s glare landed sharply on the former hairdresser. “Unless you wish to be punished alongside Miss (Y/L/N), Mr. Gallant, your input is not necessary,” she said.

        He nodded and muttered an apology. You offered him a grateful glance for his attempt to defend you but quickly brought your focus back to Venable as she demanded it.

        “You seem to have forgotten your place.” She tipped her head upward to look down at you, making you feel small beneath her cold gaze. “Do yourself a favor and don’t make Ms. Mead bring you over to me herself.”

        Mouth dry, you pushed out a soft, “Yes, ma’am,” and stood slowly. You felt the nauseating pull of humiliation in the pit of your stomach as you came to stand in front of her, your head lowered to avoid catching the stares of your fellow survivors. Some, you noticed, conveyed sympathy. Others did not.

        She tapped her cane. “You are to look at me when I address you, Miss (Y/L/N).”

        You clutched at the sides of your gaudy gown and lifted your gaze.

        “Clearly I have been too lenient with you,” she sneered. “You need to learn your place here in this outpost. Bring me a chair. Now.”

        There was no room for argument. Your choices were limited, but neither of them involved disobeying the direct orders of Outpost 3’s appointment leader. You nodded and fetched the nearest empty seat.

        All eyes watched as you dragged the wooden chair across the polished floor. Embarrassment flooded through you from the implication that your punishment would be delivered with an audience present. But at the same time, something much warmer pooled lower at the idea of public humiliation at her hand.

        You set the chair in front of her and waited for her next move. Anxiety and anticipation churned your stomach in the silence that followed. What was probably only a moment seemed to last an hour.

        She circled you steadily. Somehow her slow pace and the rhythmic tapping of her cane against the floor intimidated you more than had she been able to strike with the speed of an agitated serpent. It seemed to draw the suspense out for longer.

        “I have allowed you to get away with far too much, Miss (Y/L/N).” Venable sat down on the edge of the chair and patted her thigh sharply. “You are going to learn what happens to bratty little girls who run their mouths. Bend over my lap.”

        You lifted your gaze as heat flared shamefully beneath your cheeks. Her eyes locked with yours sternly. She patted her thigh again. Instinct whispered in your ear that the curt motion was the last chance you had to move on your own.

        So you listened. Swallowing around nothing but the lump in your throat, you bent over her lap—slow and cautious, like she did retain some ability to strike at any given moment. Your caution was well warranted but unappreciated, as Venable sharply pulled you down the rest of the way. She spared you no shred of patience.

        You gasped as you were pulled over her legs. The air your lungs left in a rush. Your hands grappled instinctively and found purchase on the wooden legs of the chair.

        “You should know by now, Miss (Y/L/N), that I have no tolerance for insolence,” she said. “You need to be reminded who is in control of this outpost.”

        She pulled the hem of your dress up until the fabric bunched at your lower back. For every inch it rose over the backs of your thighs, a little more of your pride dissolved. Everyone sitting at the table had a perfect view of your bottom as the only coverage it had was a flimsy pair of cotton panties that were almost too small for their job.

        You whimpered quietly when her dainty fingers dipped under the waistband to slide the material down. Your teary eyes slammed shut as the curve of your bare ass was exposed to everyone at a pace clearly designed to humiliate you. With your panties now hooked around your lower thighs, you were on full display for everyone to see.

        Her fingers danced along your skin. Chills burst forth from your flesh at your touch. How many nights had you dreamed of her hands on your body? You couldn’t help how your body reacted to her touch now.

        The wooden shaft of her cane suddenly whipped across your exposed buttocks. Surprised at the unexpected sting, you cried out, jerking your body on her legs—thighs that you could feel were strong and built with muscle.

        How many people had she caned into submission before you?

        “That one was only a test,” she warned before bringing her palm down, hard.

        She propped her cane up against the chair. Fear strangled your chest. Her hand gripped your tender bottom, nails digging into the sore flesh. You sucked in a pained gasp as tears clouded your vision.

        “Count.” She punctuated the command with another smack, the palm of her hand connecting sharply.

        The tears dripped from your eyelashes as you choked out, “One…”

        Shame coursed through you as everyone watched her spank you like a petulant child in need of discipline. But desire pulsed alongside it. Your pussy throbbed as it pressed torturously against her thigh. You hoped nobody could see how wet you were already.

        She swiftly brought her hand down again. Abrupt pain flared down to pulse between your thighs.

        “T-Two…” you whimpered.

        Another followed, and then another, and another one. The blows kept raining down on your poor, abused flesh until you had been reduced to a sobbing mess, hips twitching desperately—either jerking to move away from the pain or to create some much needed friction as your slick had leaked to wet her dress.

        Everyone would be able to see how turned on you were now. The thought wrenched another humiliated sob from your burning throat.

        Venable moved your hips back into position once more and spanked you yet again. Her thigh pressed up against your throbbing clit just as her hand made contact.

        “T-Ten!” you cried out. “Please, Ms. Venable, I-I c-c… I can’t!”

        She grabbed your ass and squeezed. You choked back a pathetic moan as her thigh lifted higher, grinding directly where you needed her touch most. Did she know? Could she feel you—or maybe she just saw the way your pussy drooled for her?

        “I will decide when you can’t,” she hissed.

        She spanked you five more times in quick succession. You sobbed and cried with each hit. They grew more harsh every time her hand rained down. Even her palm stung a dark red by the time she finally declared your punishment finished.

        Venable sharply pulled your panties back up and yanked your dress back down. She spared no regard for how sensitive your skin now was. You whined and bit your lip when the fabric brushed over your burning flesh.

        “Maybe you’ll remember this the next time your filthy mouth starts running,” she sneered. “Now get up.”

        You slowly planted your feet on the floor and lifted yourself onto your shaky legs. Avoiding looking at anyone, you wiped at the tears and snot painting your face, trying desperately to ignore how your pussy throbbed greedily.

        Venable grabbed her cane and stood. She struggled slightly but stood tall once she accomplished it. Her lip curled in a vision of disgust, but her eyes glinted with a different story.

        “Consider that a warning for all of you here.” She addressed all of the ashen faces at the table before turning back to you. “Now sit down and eat. Unless you wish to remain hungry tonight.”

        In spite of the pain, you scrambled to your seat beside Coco with no objection. The choice she had given you lacked any merit—not sitting with everyone would have landed you in more trouble. Venable circled to take her position at the head of the table. While everyone else sat in a tense and uncomfortable silence, she seemed as though nothing had just happened. The only difference was in the way her eyes kept straying towards you as you kept your head lowered.

        You didn’t even lift your head as the plate slid into your blurry sight. The small nutrition block lacked any sort of appeal for you.

        Ms. Venable called for your attention. “Report to my quarters at nine. Do not be late—your punishment is not yet over.”

Time in the outpost never did pass by at a quick pace, but tonight it seemed to tick by at an agonizing rate. Your eyes constantly strayed towards the grandfather clock erected in the main hall. It had long since stopped functioning and no longer pushed out the cuckoo bird on the hour.

        The second hand went one more tick to line up perfectly with the minute. You wiped the sweat from your palms off on the skirt of your gown. Ms. Venable would be waiting for you now, and she did not tolerate impunctuality.

        A deep breath in to steady your nerves preluded a quick succession of knocks on her door. It swung open within a moment of you lowering your hand back down to your side. You had your head tipped down but looked up at her through your eyelashes.

        “Miss (Y/L/N),” she greeted coolly. “Close the door behind you.”

        She turned as you stepped inside her quarters. They didn’t look much different from your own. Somehow you expected her bedroom to be grander than the rest. The mundane interior did nothing to quell the nerves bundled in your stomach while you made sure the door shut once you were inside.

        Possible scenarios rolled around inside your head. She’d already humiliated you in front of the entire Outpost. You’d thought that was punishment enough—your ass still burned and stung as a reminder. Was she going to cane you bloody next? Chain you up and whip you until the skin flayed off your back?

        “Come here.” Her voice cut through your rambling thoughts, sharpened like the serrated edge of a knife.

        Letting loose a breath, you reluctantly let your feet carry you over to where she sat on the edge of the bed. You wondered if she could hear your heartbeat as it pounded in your chest and rushed the blood through your ears.

        “Kneel,” she commanded.

        A frown touched your lips. The protest just started to roll from your tongue when she stamped her cane down on the wooden floorboards. You flinched at the sound as it played your nerves like a harp, your words crumbling like ash on the tip of your tongue.

        “I said kneel, pet.”

        You sank down to your knees in front of her like you were her puppet and she was the mistress of the strings. Emotions avoided her stern features as she looked down at you. A gloved hand came to caress your cheek. You flinched at her touch but didn’t dare move away—or were you flinching at the way your body reacted to her touch? How your heart sped up or how your pussy clenched, still wet and aching from earlier?

        Venable flicked her eyes along your face for a moment too long for your heart to handle. “You enjoyed your punishment earlier,” she said, as though it were a fact. Like it was something set in stone. Common knowledge for anyone to learn.

        Heat flooded your cheeks. A large part of you did enjoy what happened during dinner. Even the humiliation of knowing everyone watched you get spanked and knew how turned on you were at the end of it. You swallowed thickly and nodded your head.

        She hummed and slid her hand to tilt your chin up. Her thumb just barely grazed the outline of your lips, the teasing touch making your breath hitch. You let loose a shaky breath.

        “I want you to show me how much.” Venable pulled her hand away, leaving you to blink up at her. Your brow creased gently.

        “What… H-How do you want me to do that?” Your voice caught in the dry recesses of your throat. It was low and raspy, rough with the arousal lacing between your words. Embarrassment crept up the sides of your neck.

        Her gaze smoldered into yours like an inferno raged just behind the depths. It set your body ablaze with a heat unlike anything you had experienced before. A look was all it took for you to melt into a puddle at her feet. You realized then that you would do absolutely anything this woman asked of you.

        She gestured with her chin towards your dress. “Take it off.”

        Your words died on the sudden dryness of your lips. Venable leaned forward on her cane, leveled you with a look so intense it could have undressed you all on its own. You stared up at her, wide-eyed and lips parted, heart beating so hard your chest heaved.

        “Don’t make me repeat myself again, darling,” she said.

        Numb yet electrified, you got to your shaky legs and undid the lacing holding the dress together. The heavy material puddled around your feet. The enigmatic redhead slowly stepped to the barrier of the material. Eyes blown with something you hadn’t seen directed towards you in a long time studied your expression.

        “This is a punishment, (Y/N).” Her voice wrapped around you in the smoothest silk, ribbons caressing your exposed flesh. Not rough or hard like they usually hit. “But I refuse to force anything. You are free to walk away if it becomes too much. Do you understand?” she asked.

        You must have nodded your head because she praised you with a simple, “Good girl,” before tangling her hand within your hair. The tips of her fingers scratched against your scalp with just enough pressure to coax a shiver up your spine. Your heart pounded against your chest.

        Then her lips touched yours. Tingles electrified from the point of contact and spread over your singing body. It lasted all but a second, and you whimpered when she retreated.

        Her fingers twisted your hair as she leveled you with a steady gaze. “Am I understood, pretty girl?” she repeated. This time, you knew you nodded your head. You could feel the gentle tug and pull from her grasp.

        “Good.” Venable withdrew from you completely, taking all the warmth with her. She folded her hands elegantly over the top of her cane. “Now get on the bed. You are going to show me how much you enjoyed earlier,” she demanded.

        The power she held over you had you acting like a puppet whose strings were artfully plucked by her fingers. You wanted to obey her. You wanted to make her happy—to please her, to be a good girl for her. So you obediently climbed up onto the bed, sinking into the impression her body had left behind in the old mattress. It cradled you in welcome.

        While you weren’t completely sure what the older woman was asking of you, you decided to put your trust in your body and let your natural instincts take control. Reclining to lie on your back, you slid your panties over your hips and down your legs before parting your thighs to give her a good view of your most intimate parts. You took a deep breath before your fingers made contact with your soaked cunt.

        Your slick coated your skin as you rubbed your clit. Slow, small circles around the sensitive flesh. Every part of your modest self screamed for you to close your eyes and block out your audience, but you were too stubborn to give her the satisfaction of your ebbing shame.

        Venable’s stare burned into you. She watched intently as you quickened your fingers and dipped them inside of you briefly. The moan that passed your lips made her eyes flick back up to yours with a fire burning brightly behind those smoldering lakes of brown.

        She took a seat in the armchair by the dark fireplace. You didn’t fail to notice how she winced as she slowly lowered herself down, but you knew better than to mention it. Her disability was a sore topic for the older woman. You didn’t wish to anger her more than you already had that day. So you just continued doing as she had commanded of you, putting on a bit of a show for her as the last ounce of modesty fled your body.

        Venable made a noise in the back of her throat when you teased your opening again. “Now, I know you enjoyed yourself more than that, Miss (Y/L/N),” she said. “Show me. Be a good girl for me and finger that greedy little pussy for me, sweet girl.”

        Wilhemina Venable had always been such a proper, upstanding woman for as long as you had known her. To hear her throw propriety out the window in favor of her sinful language encouraged you to give her the best show you could manage. Your cunt throbbed pleasantly at how her voice wrapped around your mind and caressed your burning flesh.

        “Yes, Ms. Venable,” you whimpered. Trapping your bottom lip between your teeth, you bent your knees and spread your legs to give her a better view of how your slick glistened against your flesh, your pussy clenching around nothing. You spread yourself open to show her how it ached for her before inserting a finger inside of yourself. A second quickly followed suit.

        Your chest heaved with your labored breathing as you fucked yourself for her pleasure. The heel of your palm ground against your throbbing clit with every shift. You could feel your slick dripping down towards the mattress every time your plundering fingers produced a squelch from your cunt.

        Venable watched silently as you fucked yourself right up to the edge of release. Your vision had gone blurry a while ago as your eyes threatened to flutter shut. You could feel your muscles tense, your body starting to still.

        “Are you going to cum, pretty girl?”

        “Y-Yes,” you gasped. “Yes, fuck, I-I’m gonna… gonna cum.”

        Then, just as the band was about to snap and throw you into oblivion, she took it all away from you by demanding, “You’re not allowed to cum without my permission, Now come here, pet.”

        You bit back a cry and reluctantly pulled your hand away. The high slowly ebbed back into a throbbing need. Swallowing past the frustration, you followed her command like a puppy. You stood before her, body trembling with desperation.

        “Kneel.”

        You didn’t hesitate this time. Your knees landed on the wood, sending a dull ache through your thighs that you ignored in favor of looking up at the older woman, waiting obediently for her next order. She had you at her beck and call—you were wrapped around her finger.

        Venable twisted those same fingers into your hair and pulled your head back. Your neck arched so she could look you in the eye directly. “Brats don’t get to cum,” she said softly, the gentle tone of her voice making your lashes flutter. “Be a good girl for me, darling.”

        She used her free hand to heft the skirt of her dress up her legs. Your breath caught in your throat almost painfully. You were now faced with her bare cunt. She hadn’t been wearing any undergarments beneath the gown. Her flesh glistened, the heady scent hitting your nostrils like a musty perfume that only she could make smell so feminine.

        It nearly made your mouth water. You licked your lips to wet them and nodded your head. “Yes, Ms. Venable,” you breathed, the oxygen rushing from your lungs like it, too, could not wait to taste the beauty in front of you. “I wanna be your good girl. Please.”

        She hummed, pleased, and you swore you spotted the ghost of a smile. Her nails rubbed your scalp almost tenderly. “You do sound lovely when you beg, pet.”

        A pressure nudged your head forward. You happily let your face be buried between her thighs. You nuzzled your nose along her wet flesh before parting her folds with your tongue. She tasted divine, like sweet nectar gifted from the gods themselves. It danced across your taste buds in a euphoric ripple.

        A low moan thrummed through Venable as the tip of your tongue teased her opening before flicking over her swollen clit. It jumped and twitched under your strokes like the nerves were celebrating the attention. Gently you grazed your teeth over the sensitive skin and delighted in the shiver that her thighs cushioning either side of your head.

        Dipping your tongue into her cunt, you pressed the tip of your nose against her clit, ensuring she remained stimulated while you feasted on the cream coating the inside of her pussy. Her slick slipped into your ravenous mouth and smeared across your lips.

        Venable pulled you closer. A shudder ravished her entire body. “Such a good girl for me,” she sighed. Her muscles tensed and, sensing her impending orgasm, you doubled your efforts. You wanted nothing more than to have this woman squirming underneath your touch.

        Your lips wrapped around her clit as you sucked it into your mouth with a gentle ferocity that had her thighs sharply clamping shut against your head. Her low moans heightened until you felt her convulse. Her slick flowed into your eager mouth as you licked up every drop she gave you.

        She suddenly pulled you away from between her thighs. Keeping a firm hand in your hair, she yanked you closer and pressed her mouth against yours, her strong tongue immediately pushing past your wet lips. Your needy moan was swallowed by her kiss.

        “You did so good for me, darling.” Her voice had taken on the husky tone of a woman in lust. Blood bloomed beneath her skin, glistening with a sheen of satisfaction. “Good behavior gets rewarded. Come here, pet,” she said.

        Her hands cradled your waist as she nudged you forward. Your legs fell apart to make room for her thigh. The feel of her skin against your sensitive flesh pulled a small whimper from you. You rested your weight on her leg as she grabbed your hips to hold you in place.

        She squeezed your waist. “Look at me, sweet girl,” she commanded gently. You did as she said, biting your lip as you refrained from grinding down on her thigh like an animal in heat. “Since you did so well for me, you’re allowed to cum, but not until I say so. Can you do that for me?”

        “Yes, Ms. Venable,” you whined. “Please…”

        “Good girl.” Venable applied more pressure to your hips, silently demanding you to start moving. You sighed pleasantly and rolled your hips. Your pussy slid along her thigh easily with no resistance.

        Venable kept her gaze trained on you while you fought the haze that kept trying to cloud your own. Gradually she helped you move your hips faster until you were grinding on her leg properly, desperate and pathetic whines and whimpers and incoherent babbling replacing any lick of coherent language you knew. Heat burned in your lower stomach with the promise of an earth-shattering orgasm. You struggled to keep yourself on that edge, waiting obediently for her permission to let that coil snap.

        She could see the desperation on your face, sense it in your movements, which were growing more frantic and less practiced. She hummed and grabbed your chin. Her thumb ran across your lower lip to free it from your teeth, and you didn’t think as you sucked it into your mouth.

        “Does my pet want to cum?” she cooed.

        You nodded pathetically, all words evading you. Tears fell from your lashes as you looked at her with a silent plea. She smirked and removed her thumb, replacing it with her lips as she pulled you into a passionate kiss that left your head spinning. Acting on their own accord, your hips jerked sporadically, that fire burning deep in your stomach reaching the temperature of a blazing inferno.

        Venable hummed pleasantly at your pitiful babbles before whispering against your skin, “Cum for me, pretty girl. Show me how good I make you feel.”

        White stars immediately exploded behind your vision. Fuzzy static replaced all noises. You felt your body convulsing, twitching, and jerking against her. It could have lasted only seconds, but to you, it felt as though your nerves had been lit with a torch and were exploding in a series of fireworks for at least an hour.

        Her hand cradled your face when you started to come down, her thumb stroking your cheek. Even past your heavy eyes you could see the way her dark gaze shone with what seemed to be a sense of pride. It pleased you to know you had made her happy, that you had followed her commands like a well-trained puppy looking to please her master.

        “Such a good girl for me, darling,” she murmured.

        Then, suddenly, her demeanor shifted. A stoic expression covered the previously gentle look on her face. She squeezed your jaw firmly, making your eyes widen as they locked with hers. Your blood froze in a startling contrast to the elevated temperature of your body. Had you done something wrong?

        Instead of degrading or insulting you as you thought she might in that moment, she instead let out an almost aloof sigh. “I think I have finally found a punishment that works for you, Miss (Y/L/N),” she said. “Now, I suggest you be on your best behavior from here on out. I will be watching you a lot more closely to ensure you don’t need a repeat lesson.”

[honeysorwell]

Two hearts can fix everything 

Pairing: Wilhemina Venable x fem!Reader 

Word Count: 1,3k

Tag list: @paulsonix​​ @d14n4ol​​ @harknspet​ @strawberryshorttcakkee and if any of you want to be added just let me know!

Summary: Wilhemina Venable. A strange name, but one that has never caused a stir in the redhead's life. However, when a new coffee shop opens near Kineros Robotics, her unusual name is what brings Wilhemina and Y/N together. Charmed by Y/N's sweet smile, Wilhemina doesn't have the courage to correct the barista when she spells her name wrong every time the redhead orders a coffee and, as time goes by, a feeling grows in Wilhemina's heart and she is tempted to almost add an I and an L to her register.

But one day, this little misunderstanding has to end.

A/N: Hello! i'm back with something new! 

fuck… I miss good fanfiction, so I got inspired and finally fell ok with writing again for this social network after all this time, and nothing better than writing about this pretty redhead who lives in our hearts... 

I have in mind five chapters to this fanfic (to be really specific), but if you all like this I can extend the fanfic to 7 or 8 chapters, just like I did with (a very unprofessional) game changer . 

As I said last time, English is not my first language so something might sound strange, but as always, I did my best.

Anyway this is basically a coffee shop au (mix w 5 times +1) were the cute barista keeps misspelling the other persons name but it's been too long now so the person don't even know how to tell them that without it being 100% awkward BUT happy ending included! And they are cute!! 

Enjoy!

Synopsis of the story + Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

Chapter 1

The first time that it happened, Wilhemina was supposed to go home after a really long day of work, because she couldn't be more irritated on a Monday. Jeff and Mutt started the week smelling like cheap booze and both extremely tipsy, stumbling between the rooms of Kineros Robotics while laughing for no reason at all. Even though the redhead knows that their brains are absolutely useless for anything, she still finds herself getting irritated by their lack of professionalism. And this irritability gives her a headache right away.

The redhead took an antibiotic for the pain, even though her back wasn't bothering her, silently and uselessly wishing that the relaxing medicinal effect would be directed at the throbbing pain in the middle of her forehead. Her primary instinct is to simply get into her car and go home, but as she leaves the building where she works, a sign shines in the sunset across the street and consequently catches Wilhemina's attention.

The sign had been ready for a few days now, full of green plants and eye-catching flowers to the point that the redhead believed it was a flower shop. But now it is clear, thanks to the colorful and festive letters that basically scream “Gardenhouse Coffee”, that it is a coffee shop.

And the redhead simply knows that she will not like it there.

Wilhemina can see, just through the ornate glass of the colored windows, that this is not the kind of place she frequents. It is a mix of shades of green, yellow, purple, pink and blue that contaminate the redhead's vision. She knows that she cannot call it ugly, because even though it is confusing it does not seem ugly. It is just not for her. Definitely not for her.

But when the redhead's headache worsens, as a reminder of her current situation, Wilhemina imagines that, perhaps, there is no harm in visiting the place. After all, the cause of her headache could be the lack of coffee in her day. It made sense since she did not drink coffee in the morning and also did not stop her work for it at any time during the day.

And suddenly, getting rid of this pain quickly turns out so important to Venable that she crosses the street and enters the coffee shop right away.

The inside is not as bad as the facade. There are wooden tables with several plants in different colors, but with green and brown staying everything seems to make more sense. The place is busy, but everyone is already seated at their respective tables and engaged in parallel conversations, and knowing that she doesn't have to wait for anyone to place her order or stand under the gaze of strangers while waiting for a measly coffee makes Wilhemina calmer.

The coffee shop is not as small as Wilhemina imagined looking from the outside, and part of the redhead is surprised to discover that only one woman works there. She wears a light brown apron with some plants printed on it, as well as the name of the coffee shop and a name tag.

Y/N.

The name is written clearly, in a size acceptable to be seen from a distance and with beautiful handwriting. But what really catches Wilhemina's attention is her face. Y/N has bright eyes and a smile that seems to shine in the middle of the coffee shop, as if she were a being oblivious to all the evils of the world. And Wilhemina almost gets scared when her eyes shine with a kind of natural affection directly in her direction.

“Hello, welcome to Gardenhouse Coffee! How can I help you?”, her voice is also soft, full of joy and Wilhemina can’t decide if she likes it or not.

“Just the menu.”, the redhead didn’t mean to, but her voice came out less inviting than she anticipated.

“Here. Just let me know if you need anything, or if something on the menu is confusing.”

“I believe I can find myself on a sheet of paper. Thank you.”

Y/N doesn’t answer her, just nods and focuses her gaze on her own counter, as if looking for something to do besides looking at the redhead. When Venable focuses her gaze on the menu, she notices that the names are absurd. Full of lame puns, or ingredients that are not very inviting to her, and Wilhemina has absolutely no time for any of that, especially when her head starts to hurt again. So, she doesn't bother to look at the entire menu to turn her attention to the waitress in front of her.

"I'll just have a strong coffee, medium size. Black, no sugar or anything else.", as the words slip past her lips, Wilhemina slides the menu to the counter again, and as she does so she can see that Y/N notices that she is not available for any silly conversation in the middle of this sale, and the redhead feels grateful for that since her head continues to hurt more and more with each second.

"It's on its way! What's your name?", the waitress's smile is there again, but the question confuses Wilhemina.

Why does she want Wilhemina's name if she is the only one inn line there waiting for a coffee? And honestly, a simple, regular coffee doesn't take long to make so there's no chance that Y/N will forget what to do or to who it is directed before it is ready.

The redhead thinks about being unpleasant and asking questions in a loud and clear tone for everyone to hear, questioning the attendant's IQ until the incessant smile disappears from her face, but her head is about to throb without pause so Wilhemina just answers quickly before watching Y/N work.

"Venable. Wilhemina Venable."

Maybe it would be better for her back to just sit down, because the idea of ​​the pain in the center of her forehead being accompanied by a much more unpleasant one in the middle of her spine made her saliva taste bitter. But sitting carefully in chairs that seem too low, and then having to get up to leave with the same care, both to avoid hurting herself and to avoid attracting curious looks, is so exhausting that perhaps the first option is actually the best on a comparative scale.

It's official, she prefers to stand and only sit down when she is really comfortable and without pitying looks on her, in her car.

Trying to use the time she has in a profitable way, the redhead takes her wallet out of her bag and then her card, but as soon as she looks up, she sees Y/N writing something down in a cup filled with a dark liquid that Wilhemina could swear is hers.

It really was fast.

The cup is handed to her with a sweet smile, and Wilhemina almost feels obliged to mirror it, even if it was with a slight robotic lift of her lips, but then she sees it.

Wilhielmina.

At another time, Venable would have stared at the striking and beautiful line of the barista's handwriting on the glass, or even the two drawn hearts that accompanied it, but the error in her name screams so loudly in her ears that she can barely think of anything else while staring at the hot drink.

If the redhead were living an ordinary day, her first reaction would be to complain to the person in charge and ask the bright-eyed barista if she was illiterate. After all: an I and an L, really?

But her head hurt so much, her body was really tired and crying out for a shower, and her knees were now tired of supporting her weight.

Wilhemina really just wanted to go home. And so the redhead just grabbed the cup and gave the barista a polite nod before heading out of that rainbow-shaped nightmare, not caring if Y/N had said a word to her.

After all, Wilhemina wouldn't go back there.

The coffee must be bad, so she doesn't care if her name is spelled wrong.

She wouldn't go back there anyway.

[stayevildarling]

Billie Dean Howard x Wilhemina Venable x Cordelia Goode x Reader- Happier than ever

A/N: It‘s certainly been a while🥲 I have no clue whether anyone even reads my stuff anymore but here we go 🤷🏻‍♀️

tw/tags: polyamorous established relationship, mention of cheating, mention of past depression, mention of troubled eating, mention of working out, cursing, angst, hurt.

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The months lately had been ordinary in the most beautiful way possible. The four of you spent your days at the academy, Wilhemina her usual badass self in her HR role, Cordelia making sure the academy is taken care of, teaching classes and helping students. Billie was filming a new season of her show and despite filming in New Orleans she was undeniably busy lately, working between cities, award shows, filming. But the medium would make sure to spend any free second with the three of you.

Nights would be spent in the comfort and arms of each other, dinner still in the peace and quiet after the witches had their own. Weekends would still be date nights, each of you choosing different things. Billie mostly a new flashy bar or place, Mina or Delia more subtle with quiet fancy dinners and you always choosing something fun, whether its ice skating on colder days, picnics on warmer days or walks in the park. It feels like the four of you had settled over the last few months, very sure about each other‘s feelings and belonging. And maybe that ordinary quiet wasn‘t meant to last and the peace and quiet you four had was bound to be destroyed.

The years together hadn‘t been easy and the four of you knew it, always a quiet understanding in each other‘s eyes. The times when Mina‘s pains flared up badly and she refused to let any of you in for a while. The times when Billie had nightmares for months from her show and you three held her. The times when the academy and Cordelia were under attack that quiet night and it left you with a scar that still haunts Cordelia to look at when you protected her. And the times when depression pulled you under bad and they barely brought you back to the surface. But no matter what life threw at either of you, you always managed to stand tall in the end, supporting and loving each other through the high‘s and low‘s.

Neither of you had been aware that with this upcoming week something would test the bond the four of you had been building for years. The week had only just started, Wilhemina at work, Cordelia teaching classes all day, you tidying and cleaning around the academy, sorting some files out for the supreme and preparing dinner as well as Mina‘s bath for the evening before you headed to the gym. Billie was gone for the next couple of days doing filming and press for her show. You missed the blonde like crazy and she did equally as she would face time you and message in your shared groupchat every free second she could get, whether it‘s silly selfies or suggestive texts that made Delia roll her eyes, Mina smirk and you blush.

When Wilhemina returned home that night there was a different tension in her shoulders than the usual one. It wasn‘t that tired way from the day she endured, her annoying bosses, mishaps from interns at work she had to fix or her pains. It was a raging thunder and when Cordelia‘s eyes met hers from the kitchen where she finished dinner you had prepared she could tell. One look at the redhead was enough to see that something was severly wrong. „Where is Y/N?“ Wilhemina questions sternly before Cordelia gets the chance to greet her. „She‘s at the gym love, what‘s the matter?“ the supreme asks carefully before the redhead throws her phone on the table, the noise startling the supreme.

The blonde can see an open tab and so she reaches for the small phone with the lilac case you had bought for Wilhemina years ago. Cordelia‘s hands shake a little as she picks it up and reaches for it, her eyes flying over an article from a celebrity magazine and seeing her girlfriend Billie in the headlines. She scrolls further only to see the medium on some balcony, assumingly the event she had been to days ago, smirking, chuckling, taking selfies with a guy, presumably some other celebrity. As she scrolls further she sees more, the two of them close, touching and the guy even reaching to kiss her cheek. Cordelia‘s eyebrows furrow for a second as she sees all the comments and rumors about Billie and the guy dating.

Wilhemina can see Cordelia‘s brain going a thousand miles an hour as she tries to justify this, knowing Billie‘s past and history with dating but equally knowing the medium for years now and how loyal she had been to this relationship. „How did you find this?“ she asks carefully before Wilhemina scoffs. „My assistant showed me earlier, giving me her condolences for our failed relationship“ the redhead mutters and Cordelia has to sit down for a second to breathe through this. There is a moment of silence, the only sound to be heard the quiet mumbling of witches in their rooms and the sound of rain patting against the large windows. „Look“ the supreme breathes out but her girlfriend interrupts. „Don‘t- don‘t justify this“ the redhead scoffs before pouring herself a glass of wine.

„I‘m not“ the supreme explains before carrying on „We don‘t know the story, you know how paparazzi and the press can get with these things“ Cordelia tries but she can‘t hide the uncomfortable feeling in her stomach. Billie had been absent lately, maybe not emotionally or in this relationship but she was always gone, always doing more fun things than leading an academy or working a nine to five job. And Cordelia had worried sometimes in the back of her mind that you three weren‘t enough for the rising star, that Hollywood may pull the medium under but she had brushed those concerns away every single time when seeing how soft the medium was with you and how her and Wilhemina would jokingly bicker at the dinner table.

Almost at the same time it dawns on them both as their eyes lock and their thoughts drift to you. „Do you think?“ Cordelia begins but Mina interrupts „She‘s way more tech savvy than we are Cordelia, she‘s active on social media, I‘m sure she has seen it“. And that‘s when the supreme really begins to worry, knowing you had worked so hard lately to get you out of that dark place where depression had pulled you under. Countless sleepless and crying nights, having to actively try and not give in to your dark thoughts and slowly battling your way back into the light for them. Cordelia knows about your pain, maybe more than your other girlfriends as she could see it, feel it with her supreme abilities. She knows about the people you have lost, the trauma you had endured despite not nearly as old as them and things happening to you that should have never happened.

And in that moment both women realize this would hit you harder than them, hurt you in ways and rip up old wounds that barely healed over the years. Wilhemina knows about your insecurities, knowing thats why you had been going to the gym more and eating healthy, remembering the rare moments when you would share things with her in the silence of her office in the at night. She knew about your fears of getting cheated on, getting left and knowing you aren‘t the jealous type, knowing this would hurt. But before they can overthink any of it further, they hear the sound of the front door, soft shuffling from you taking your shoes off and hanging your jacket up before walking inside. The image pains them a little as you are completely soaked from rain but your cheeks clearly tear stained.

„Sweetie“ Cordelia tries as she tilts her head to the side a little but you already brush it off, acting like you are fine, giving them a brief but forced smile before heading upstairs. „I need a shower, you can start without me, I‘m not hungry“ you mumble before you disappear in front of their eyes. All Cordelia can do is sigh and rub her temples, knowing this would take a while for you to let them in and help you through this pain. Wilhemina‘s anger rises by the minute as she reaches for her phone, already dialing the mediums number. Cordelia watches with anxiety in her chest and trembling hands but quickly overhears the sound of Billie‘s voicemail. „Typical“ Wilhemina scoffs before returning to her wine glass. And all they can do is wait, wait for Billie to explain and for you to return to them, their hearts a little heavier than a few hours ago when the world was a little more ordinary.

But their waiting is useless as Billie is at some event without her phone and you decided to bury yourself in bed and go to sleep after your shower instead of dealing with the feelings that those photos sparked inside you. With worried glances and a sad sigh, they lie awake beside you, Mina‘s hand softly reaching for yours and holding it while you sleep and Cordelia snuggling up to you from the other side, hoping their steady arms and hands are enough to guide you through sleep and show you that no matter what, they are here, just like they always were. You don‘t wake that night, not to Mina‘s phone buzzing when Billie eventually calls back but she misses it, not when Mina‘s alarm goes off and she gets ready for work and kissing a kiss to your temple and not when Cordelia starts her morning.

By the time you do end up waking up, the sun had long risen, the academy‘s usual buzz already there as you hear the sound of witches chatting and giggling in the hall. You close your eyes again after blinking, hoping last night may have been one of your nightmares but when you see the headline again on your phone seconds later, you realize this was real. It takes a few moments for you to wake up properly and when you do you realize that the blonde supreme had been sitting in the corner of the room, her usual reading chair, watching you carefully. „Good morning Dee“ you greet her before she walks over with a smile. „Morning Darling“ she greets you softly before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. „You have seen it then?“ she gestures towards your phone and you avoid her gaze as you nod and look away.

„Sweetie I-” she begins but you cut her off immediately „Delia it‘s fine“ you mutter before letting go off her hand and getting out of bed. „I know how press can twist things, I don‘t care“ you mumble before taking a sip of water and disappearing into the bathroom. But Cordelia can see it, in the way your hands shake when opening and closing the bathroom door. She can see it in the way your shoulders are slumped during the day, how your eyes dart to your phone, waiting desperately to hear from the medium and some kind of explanation to this. She can see the sadness in your eyes when you kiss her goodbye before heading to the gym and Wilhemina can certainly tell when you barely touch your food during dinner with them.

„Have you eaten anything today little one?“ she asks carefully and as you look up she can already see the small panic in your eyes. „Yes“ you lie before muttering a quick „Not that hungry tonight“. But they could both tell the lie from the way your eyes avert them, how you push your food from one side of the plate to the other, how you never ended up eating the dinner that Cordelia saved for you last night and how you probably didn‘t have anything other than a protein bar all day. „Sweetie, it won‘t help you to just swallow it all down, we‘re here and I know this hurts you“ Cordelia tries gently, her eyes desperately trying to reach yours. „I told you I don‘t care“ you repeat your words from this morning but Wilhemina knows better than your hiding and excuses. „Then why haven‘t you eaten? why haven‘t you spoke more than two words all day? Why can I smell smoke on you when I haven‘t in months and why do you look so damn heartbroken?“.

Her words stir something inside you as your head snaps towards her, the words catching you both off guard and also hitting you right in the feels. Tears well in your eyes but before they roll you are already up on your feet, not wanting them to see this. „Sweetie stay“ Cordelia pleads as her hand gently catches your wrist. She stands and quickly pulls you into her arms and that‘s when the tears begin to fall, quickly and unable to stop them. When the first sob wrecks through you, the supreme is quick to sit you down in her lap, hold you as you rest your head on her chest and let it out. Wilhemina‘s grip on her cane is so tight that the supreme thinks it may snap any second. The redhead hated seeing you like this, this not the first time seeing you fall apart like that. But so far she could never actually hold anyone responsible as mostly your own mind made you feel like that in the past, never one of the only people that should never make you feel like that.

In a quick motion, she reaches for her phone and leaves the room, her heels and cane echoing off the floor as she dials the mediums number again. It rings three times before the blonde picks up. „Hello Ms Venable, to what do I owe this pleasure?“ she jokes but Wilhemina is in no mood for the mediums usual antics today. „Were you even gonna call and explain any of this?“ the redhead asks, trying hard to keep her composure. There is a moment of silence before the blonde replies confused „What- what are you talking about honey?“ she asks puzzled before Wilhemina fills her in. It takes some seconds and the redhead can hear her girlfriends acrylic nails tap against her own screen before she sighs. „This damn press“ Billie curses. „Nothing happened with him, it was just innocent“ she tries to explain herself but again the redhead isnt having it.

„Innocent?“ Wilhemina repeats before she carries on „If it is all so innocent Billie then why the fuck is Y/N crying her eyes out in Cordelia‘s arms right now? why is she not eating and smoking again?“. There is another moment of silence on the other end of the speaker before there is a sigh. „I‘m coming home“ is all the medium says before the phone call comes to an end. By the time the redhead returns you are bundled up on the sofa in Cordelia‘s lap, the TV playing softly in the background and despite your eyes fixed on it, she knows you aren‘t watching. The redhead knows that whatever she is going to say next couldn‘t fix this and so all she does is lift your legs gently and sit down, letting your feet rest in her lap as she holds onto your legs, her fingers tracing your skin softly and grounding you.

Neither of you speak but neither of you need to, knowing you letting them in was enough for the night. And despite the redheads anger, there is a small part of her that hopes that the medium would be able to explain, make that sadness disappear from your face and let you four get back to the ordinary of your life. It takes about three hours of silence before the front door bursts open and the sound of heels clicking fast against the tiles startles you three. Cordelia and you had faintly dozed off before their heads snap towards the medium rushing into the room. „Billie?“ Cordelia asks a little confused as the redhead didn‘t have the time or right moment to fill her in just yet. „I‘m so sorry about that stupid press“ she huffs before setting her bags down. „I promise it was just innocent stuff, they always have a way to twist things with their angles and headlines“.

You stare right at her and she can see your dried tears and the sadness in your eyes. „Who is he?“ Wilhemina asks bluntly before the medium sighs „Just some industry guy, did an interview with him and saw him at a party one night“ she explains before kneeling right in front of you. „Babydoll listen to me, I love you, I love you three so much and I would never do that“ she smiles, her eyes serious and her features sad at your state. „Did you- did anything else happen with him?“ you ask, your voice sounding hoarse from crying and the small sleep you had in Delia‘s arms. Neither of you three expect her to stay silent then, for her eyes to avert yours and the guilt in her eyes is enough for you to know.

„Jesus christ, did you fuck him Billie?“ Wilhemina‘s voice cracks through the room which causes you to shake in Cordelia‘s arms. The supreme instinctively pulls you closer as Billie stands and takes a seat across from you. „I didn‘t“ she states before lighting a cigarette. „But?“ Cordelia asks, her own heart breaking a little at Billie‘s reaction. „I got really drunk at one of those parties and he kissed me but I pushed him off I swear, I don‘t care about him I promise“ she explains. „Jesus“ Wilhemina mutters before avoiding her gaze and before either of them can react, you yank yourself away from their touch and stand. Billie stands too, abandoning her cigarette in a nearby ashtray before trying to reach for you. „Don‘t“ you hiss before your voice breaks and you head upstairs, faster than any of them can catch you.

„Good job Howard“ Wilhemina mutters, more upset about the medium hurting you than either of their own feelings or what happened. Cordelia is dangerously quiet, unsure what to say to any of this as she truly didn‘t expect the medium to go this far. „I know she‘s upset but come on, it‘s not like neither of us have done that at a party“ Billie tries to justify herself, mostly to herself than her girlfriends. „Expect we haven‘t“ Wilhemina interjects before the medium huffs. There is silence for a while before Cordelia stands. Billie‘s eyes immediately find hers before she speaks. „You know I don‘t care about what you do when you are away Billie, we are adults and if you kiss some guy at a party that‘s that. But if you think for one second that she deserves any of this you are wrong. She sits there all day waiting for a message or call from you. She looks at photos on your socials missing you, she sleeps in one of your jumpers“ the supreme begins.

„That girl loves and adores you with all of her heart, patiently waiting for you to return and all you do in return is go and kiss some random guy? she deserves better than that“ the supreme statles bluntly, even taking the redhead by surprise as her mouth stands slightly agape. „And the worst thing is, she finally managed to get better, she finally began working on herself again. And the thing is I have been worried sick for the reason she has been doing it. I know she doesn‘t go to the gym for herself or take her meds. She does it for you and for us and I can‘t believe how selfishly you handled all of that, how you walked away from us, while we give you our trust and hers and you just walk all over it“. Before the medium can reply, the supreme leaves, walking up the stairs where she can already hear your sobs.

„You really messed up this time Howard“ is all Wilhemina says before standing herself and heading to the kitchen for some wine, knowing Cordelia has got you and not needing a second person right now, not wanting to overwhelm you. The supreme stays in your arms that night, holding you, letting your arms wrap around her and as the sadness overwhelms you, her arms are steady as they elope you in warmth. Wilhemina takes considerably longer to return to bed, staying in her office by herself mostly to deal with this. Billie had tried and failed to get a glimpse of you awake and so she opted to stay in her office, trying to figure out how to fix this, eventually falling asleep by her desk, the guilt and shame overwhelming her in it‘s intensity.

The next morning comes slowly as Cordelia takes care of the academy, taking turns with Wilhemina as the redhead called out of work, wanting to be here to fix this and the necessary talks that would follow. By the time you wake your eyebrows furrow a little as you feel Mina‘s arms around you instead of Delia‘s but you relax just as quickly, melting into the older womans touch as you both drift back to sleep, the outside world and Billie waiting for you both. It‘s about midday when the redhead manages to get you downstairs for something to eat. The smell of smoke lingers from the backdoor and your eyes drift there for a moment, seeing Billie look both so broken and tired, a glint of guilt still in her eyes as she paces through the gardens.

Wilhemina and you don‘t speak much, moving in sync as you prepare a light lunch and the redhead makes enough tea for the four of you. Just as Billie steps back inside, there is a knock on the front door and you walk towards it slowly. There is a courier, smiling awkwarly before handing you a bouquet of flowers with a note tugged inside. Slightly confused you walk inside before setting it on the table, Mina‘s head snaping towards you and a puzzled look on her face. „If thats your version of apologising Howard then“ Wilhemina mutters mostly to herself before you glance at the note and step away. „It‘s not for us, it‘s for Billie“ you exclaim almost too calmly before you step away. Wilhemina‘s head snaps in your direction, then to the table and Billie who reads the note, her features sinking before grabbing the bouquet and note and throwing it in the trash can with a thud before stepping back outside to light another cigarette.

And Wilhemina doesn‘t need to look at the note to know who sent them, assuming it must have been Billie‘s fling. She rolls her eyes, setting the cups of warm tea back down, before she storms upstairs, knowing you need space and needing the silence and calm of Cordelia to keep her grounded in order not to lose her temper on Billie in this moment, knowing it would make things much worse. But as soon as the redhead steps inside the supreme‘s office after knocking, she knows something is wrong by Cordelia‘s tense features. She is staring at her laptop screen, not the usual concentrating headmistress look or some academy crisis either. „Well Billie just recieved flowers from her guy and Y/N read the note so there‘s that“ she huffs as she takes a seat. „What‘s happened to you? you look like you‘ve seen a ghost“ she murmurs before Cordelia‘s teary eyes meet hers.

„I -” she begins but stops herself to swallow the lump in her throat. Wilhemina‘s features deepen with worry as she leans forward, trying to take the supreme‘s hand into her own. „What is it, love?“ she tries gently before Cordelia sighs „I was just trying to write some emails and“ she begins but her girlfriend can tell the words physically hurt her to say. And Wilhemina knows by now that Cordelia needs calm and gentle in these moments and so she doesn‘t push, her fingers stroking the supreme‘s gently and her eyes carrying ever ounce of patience she has. „You know our family cloud?“ the supreme eventually asks before Wilhemina nods, knowing she set it up some years ago for you four, making access to all the devices in the house much easier and secure.

„Well I found these“ Cordelia sighs before turning her laptop. Wilhemina adjusts her glasses before reading over a text message conversation from Billie‘s cloud, seeing a contact with an unfamiliar name. „The other night was amazing, when are you back in town? Ready for round two?“ with some emojis that makes Wilhemina feel sick with rage. Her features instantly tense as she glances at Cordelia, the supreme‘s bottom lip wobbling as she tries holding back her own tears. In a quick motion something inside the redhead snaps as she takes her cane and leaves the room with rushed footsteps, the supreme sighing before following, knowing this was going to blow up in all of your faces any second.

Billie was just stepping back inside from her cigarette when Wilhemina storms downstairs, Cordelia close behind, neither of them aware you heard the commotion and walked down the other staircase to see what‘s going on. In a swift motion Wilhemina‘s hand strikes the blondes cheek, not too hard but enough for her emotions to speak as loud as the slight crack that follows. Billie‘s hand immediately travels to her cheek but the guilt stings more than Wilhemina‘s action ever could have. „So not only do you lie to us but you also fucked him?!“ she screams, not caring about her voice or the witches somewhere in the house right now.

Cordelia tries hard not to break down herself as she holds Wilhemina back. „I didn‘t mean to“ Billie finally breaks, tears stinging in her eyes. „I was really drunk at that stupid party and I let my guard down and“ but before she can finish Wilhemina interrupts her. „You know we trusted you and you pull this?“ she hisses, her eyes flashing with anger and hurt. There is silence for a while before Cordelia steps forward „Why Billie?“ is all she asks and the tone of her voice makes Billie cry harder. „I don‘t know“ the medium sighs, knowing it‘s a terrible answer but she unfortunately didn‘t have another one. „I didn‘t even remember the next morning, it meant nothing, I only found out when he kept texting and calling me the next day“ she huffs rubbing her temples.

Before either of them can speak, you finally step forward, expression pale, hands and knees trembling as her words replay in your mind over and over. „You.. you slept with him?“ the words are barely audible but three heads quickly snap in your direction. Wilhemina‘s furious gaze at seeing your state and knowing Billie caused this, wishing she could have shielded you from this and not have you witness this. Cordelia‘s tears, knowing this was going to break you all over again and at last Billie‘s guilty eyes, for the first time since seeing the damage she has done. Seeing the person who fought so hard to be there again after the darkness, knowing it was for them and for her and how she broke you all over again. „Baby I-” she tries but before she can say anything, you walk away, grabbing your gym bag and ignoring Cordelia‘s pleas to stay.

„You ruined everything Billie“ Wilhemina mutters before she storms off, needing her own space after this and Cordelia simply stands there, heartbroken, looking at the door you just left through, knowing they may have lost you for good this time. Meanwhile, the walk to the gym is a blur of panic, tears and lighting the occasional cigarette to cope with this. The sound of Wilhemina‘s slap and Billie‘s words repeat in your mind, causing your ears to ring and your hands to shake as you fiddle with the membership card and trying to get inside. You hit the treadmill first, loud music blaring through your headphones as you push yourself further and further. You stay for hours this time, hitting the punchback later over and over again until you practically collapse into it and hug it before sinking to your knees and crying. Thankfully, no one is there at this late hour and so you fall apart quietly, missing the countless calls from Cordelia, Wilhemina‘s worried messages and Billie‘s attempts to apologise to you.

By the time you return, tired, drained and fatigued it‘s past midnight, only managing to get up after crying for hours near a punching bag. The academy is dimly lit and you see the lights coming from both the mediums and redheads office, knowing they would deal with this in their own ways. But when you step past the living room, Cordelia is already waiting for you, eyes equally red from crying and that look on her face, the one that means she knows exactly how you are feeling. „Baby come here please“ she ushers as you set your bag down but you can‘t. Not when she is looking at you with such pity, not when she is the one equally hurting and knowing you should equally be there for them. „I can‘t Dee“ is all you manage to mumble before walking right past her, collapsing into an empty bed before eventually drifting off to sleep from exhaustion.

The next few days until the coming weekend are quiet in the academy, Cordelia teaching, Mina working from home and Billie trying to be there. She tries to make Mina her tea the way she likes it, silently placing it on her desk without a word, bringing Cordelia coffee in the morning and trying to talk to you. But you brush her off every time, spending your days mostly in the gym, not able to stand being around them or the house much. But by the time the weekend rolls around fully, all of the witches gone to their familys or out with their weekend plans, the silence is overwhelming and neither of them can take it for another second.

Billie prepares breakfast, trying hard but eventually failing at making the pancakes and going to a local bakery before waiting for you three. Cordelia is the first one downstairs, making some coffee before sitting beside Billie in silence. „Dee“ the blonde begins, their brown eyes meeting „You can read me, I know you can. Go inside my mind and go back to that day, it meant nothing, I had no bad intentions I swear“ the medium pleads and as she the blonde stretches out her hands she relives the moment, Billie‘s realization after the hangover and her true intentions. She let‘s go off her hand, sighing „It doesn‘t make what you did any better“ the supreme sighs before the medium nods. „I know- god I know but I need you to know“ she begs before the sound of a cane is to be heard and their heads snap towards the redhead, who simply takes a seat next to Cordelia, knowing this conversation needs to be held.

They wait in silence for a few minutes before they hear footsteps and see your frame. The sun casts golden shadows over your features and if it wasn‘t for the bittersweetness of the moment this would have been their usual morning , waiting for you and your presence lighting their hearts, except this morning there is nothing but sorrow and heartache. „I got your favorite“ Billie tries gently, pointing at a pistachio croissant on your plate and some orange juice. You look away, towards your gym bag in the hallway before shaking your head. „We need to talk sweetie“ Cordelia tries gently, hardly having seen you and severly worried about how you are coping. „I‘m good, I‘m going to the gym“ you announce but before you can take. a step Wilhemina‘s voice rings through the quiet kitchen. „Sit down“ she says, not cruel, not angry but her tone leaving no room for arguments and so you do, hiding your shaking fingers underneath the table.

„Look..“ Billie begins as she glances between you three „I know I can never undo what I did“ she sighs, already fighting her own tears, having realized exactly what she has done in the past few silent days. „But I need you to know that it was never my intention to do what I did. I was drunk and I let my guard down when I shouldn‘t have. It just happened and I am really so sorry for what I did“ she explains. Cordelia clears her throat before speaking next „It‘s true“ she begins which causes Wilhemina‘s eyebrows to furrow and your eyes to meet hers. „I read her mind and she was drunk and it wasn‘t her intention. I saw her reaction the next morning and it may not undo it but she isn‘t lying“ the supreme explains calmly which causes Mina to scoff. „For once“ which causes your eyes to dart into your lap.

„I don‘t understand Billie, we aren‘t in our twenties anymore. This isn‘t like before when she wasn‘t with us, when we did what we did because we were open“ Wilhemina gestures towards you, wanting nothing more than to understand this. „I know“ Billie sighs, her frustration for her own actions causing some tears to slip down her cheeks. „For the last few years I haven‘t even looked at anyone but you three, I‘m so happy and grateful and I let it all get to my head, Hollywood, the shows, the fame, when I really shouldnt have“ she explains and neither of you three need powers to tell that Billie isn‘t lying, never having seen her so honest and serious before. „Has he contacted you again?“ Cordelia asks before Billie shakes her head. „Well he has but I blocked him, told my management I never want him near anything I do ever again“ she replies which causes Cordelia to nod.

„I know I really fucked up and I know no gifts or explanations will fix this but I wanna fix it so if you wanna yell at me, if you want me to give you three space for a while I will. If you need me to get us a good therapist then I will but please don‘t let me loose the only thing that has given me meaning and purpose for years“ she pleads now, tears streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks. There is silence for a while as you three let her words settle in, Cordelia seeing the genuine remorse and Wilhemina surprised that the medium is actually taking responsibility for once and not brushing things off the casual way she usually would in life. „I think seeing someone might help us“ Cordelia agrees and even Wilhemina is quiet then, knowing that may be the only way to restore what you four had for years.

But there is you, not having spoken a single word, listening to their words but not able to shake the pictures of Billie and the guy haunting your memories since the day you had seen them. „Thank you Dee, that‘s all I‘m asking for“ the medium cries as she puts her hand on top of the supreme‘s. She worriedly glances at Wilhemina who simply nods, features still tense but knowing this wasn‘t gonna be something they could fix this time. And then suddenly three sets of brown eyes are on you as they try and read your expression. „Little one?“ Wilhemina tries gently, Cordelia‘s hand softly reaching for yours under the table but you instantly freeze and pull away.

„Babydoll please say something“ Billie pleads with a broken expression before you swallow the lump in your throat. „If that‘s what you three wanna do that‘s fine by me“ you simply mutter before Wilhemina‘s eyebrows furrow sensing what‘s about to come. „Us three?“ Billie repeats in confusion. „What about you baby?“ she asks before you shake your head, trying hard to keep the tears at bay. But there is silence on your end, Cordelia‘s heart skipping a beat, knowing that expression far too well, the one where you had given up and this time on them. „Sweetie don‘t do this, don‘t push us away“ the supreme pleads as she reaches for your hand again but you pull away. „I can‘t do this“ is all you say before you stand abruptly, startling your girlfriends before Billie stands, reaching for your arm but you immediately step back, as if her touch burns and her breath hitches when she realizes.

„I thought we were finally happy Billie, I really did“ you begin as you make sure there is a safe distance between you. „I was finally happy Billie and you took that away by being reckless“ your voice is slightly raised, startling them as you usually are quiet and composed no matter the circumstances. „A few months ago I wanted to die Billie. I wanted everything to stop so bad but I didn‘t, for you, for them. In my worst moments I pictured your smile and the way you would take my hand before dragging me shopping and spoiling me rotten with that dopey face of yours. And I fought through hell to get back here with you“. There is a pause before you carry on, the tears already spilling. „Ever since I first met you, I knew I was never good enough for you three, I don‘t have the looks, the magic or the career but I genuinely thought I was good enough by now and that you wouldn‘t just go to the next best guy“.

„God Billie, a fucking guy, do you have any idea how much that hurts?“ you cry now, hugging yourself to make the exploding pain in your chest any better. „If you three wanna try then I won‘t stop you but there is no version where I can ever not see those photos of you two, his hands on you and that smile on you. The smile that I thought was for us and me“. And without another word you step away, reaching your bag and leaving, the door banging shut on your way out, echoing through the silent academy. Cordelia‘s completely sobbing into herself, Billie unable to say another word and even Wilhemina‘s world is shattered, never having heard those words before, understanding the real damage for the first time and her heart aching as the words echo in her mind.

And then Billie sinks to her knees, the sound of her sobs shaking the room as she knows she had lost you and that there wasn‘t a way to fix this. Not this time and maybe not ever. She had crossed the line and the same realization dawns on Cordelia and Wilhemina as their eyes meet, the same heartbreaking expression on their face. Maybe this truly was the end, your ordinary world that once was now gone and unable to return this time.

[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.