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[saintlucretia]

Devil Wears A Suit

part Ⅰ

Pairings: Outpost!Michael Langdon x Female!Reader

Warnings: Mention of murder. Hot devil's son. Sexual harassment? Michael Langdon.

Summary: Y/N is a purple at Outpost 3 and gets interviewed by Mr. Langdon.

A/N: I will go to hell for this and I am not opposing if he will be there too.

After 18 months at the underground Outpost life was as dreadful as being killed by a bomb explosion. Or worse. A bunch of snobs and shallow cowards. It was clear as day, that it was just a matter of time before everyone was at each other's throats. 

It wasn’t the Outpost itself or the fact that we are the last human beings on this planet that made everything so depressing. It was boredom. A hole in my head. The only bearable person here was Mr. Gallant. Without his company at the dining table, I could have stuck a fork into my neck.

That evening Ms. Venable announced to us about a visitor. The agent of the Cooperative. Even though she remained calm as usual I sensed a note of fear in her voice. So it means this new man has great authority. I was grateful for any kind of entertainment, even if it meant a bloody revolution. After 18 months with the same people, fresh meat is always dainty.

Ms. Venable ended her speech when a tall man with long blond hair entered the room. He had a dark aura. The aura of power.

“My name is Langdon and I represent The Cooperative,” he said, circling our table. “Humanity is on the brink of failure.”

I glanced at the other residents of the Outpost. They all looked tense and nervous, especially Ms. Venable. She seemed almost afraid of him. Only Mr. Gallant seemed as amused as me. We glanced at each other and I immediately understood what was on his mind. After all, he had a good taste in men.

“My arrival here was crucial to the survival of civilized life on Earth.” His speech was persuasive, words sharp and his blue eyes pierced into all of us. Such an ability to capture everyone's attention was making me delighted.

He stopped at the head of the table and continued. “The three other compounds have been overrun and destroyed.”

“What happened to the people inside?” asked Timothy worried. 

“Massacred,” answered Langdon and I think I caught the shadow of a grin on his face.

I bit my lip to stop myself from chuckling. I had to admit, this Langdon was a very attractive man. And Mr. Gallant was obviously admiring his appearance too. But there was something about The Cooperative representative that made me feel uneasy. It was as if he was hiding something. Something very bad. 

“In the knowledge that this very moment might occur, we built a failsafe… The Sanctuary,” he said, placing his hands behind his back. “I have been sent to determine if any of you are worthy and fit to join us. The Cooperative has developed a particular and rigorous questioning technique we like to call ‘Cooperating’. Simply, I will determine if you belong.”

I remained silent, analyzing the situation. Everyone seemed wary and looked at others with distrust. Only Coco didn’t have enough brains to remain silent and tried to openly express her dissatisfaction. Fortunately, her tirade was abruptly suppressed.

“I volunteer to go first.” Mr. Gallant raised his hand. 

“And so you shall,” Langdon said threateningly, looking us over. He had a cold, calculating look in his eyes. I had a feeling that he already knew who he was going to select.

“The process should only take me a couple of days, so you won’t be kept in suspense forever. I look forward to meeting each and every one of you.” I felt his gaze on me and barely restrained myself from looking away. 

Langdon left the room and everyone immediately started to argue. A bunch of morons, all of them. I rolled my eyes and leaned back in my chair, observing the conversation. Everyone began to share their suspicions and guesses, but of course, they were all too wrapped up in their own fear to notice the whole thing. The Cooperative looked at us as laboratory rats and no one seemed to see that. Pathetic. 

I let out a sigh of annoyance and left the room.

                                                      ✦✦✦

I ran into Malcolm in the hallway an hour later and looked at him questioningly. 

“Oh, darling, I almost had a heart attack." He came closer and started whispering "I'm a bit scared of him. He is definitely hot as hell, but twice as evil."

I chuckled. "Well, that's quite a review. Did he tell you anything new?"  

Mr. Gallant leaned even closer and lowered his voice to a whisper. "He asked me a lot of personal questions...I mean really personal."  

I raised an eyebrow. "Like what?"

“Like my sexuality for example. And my nana. And other… things. Pretty intimate. I felt so uncomfortable, but I tried to keep it cool.” 

My eyebrows furrowed in interest. So these "Cooperating" sessions were, indeed, quite unique. It seemed like Langdon wanted to know every minuscule detail about each person. I began to wonder what kind of "personal" questions he would ask me. I also began to wonder why I was so looking forward to the moment. 

“I felt like he was trying to rip out my soul.” Added Malcolm in a whisper.

I smirked. "Well, that's quite a dramatic way to describe it." Malcolm chuckled nervously but I had a feeling that he wasn't exaggerating. Langdon was certainly not the type of man that you could fool easily. He could see right through people.

But something was intriguing. I felt a strange thrill at the idea of uncovering the depth of Langdon's scrutiny. 

 "I guess I'll have to brace myself for my turn then," I said nonchalantly.

“Good luck sweetheart.” We kissed each other on the cheek and went in different directions.

I slowly walked to my quarters, lost in thought. I was feeling an inexplicable mixture of excitement and curiosity. The thought of being examined by Langdon, being exposed under the watchful gaze of his sharp eyes, was somehow appealing. God, I have to stop.

I shook my head firmly, trying to dismiss these thoughts. "This is ridiculous," I mumbled to myself softly.

Suddenly I heard something. Something like a scream perhaps. I stopped and looked around. There was no one except me in this dimly lit hall. And then this sound again. More like a whisper now. Millions of whispers. My head began to spin slightly. I closed my eyes and tried to focus. Silence. Everything went quiet. I turned around and flinched as I saw Langdon behind me.

“Mrs. Y/S, I’d like to talk with you next.” 

I looked up at Langdon with a surprised expression, silently cursing myself for being so lost in my thoughts to the point of not noticing him coming closer. His presence was so powerful that it still made my heart flutter even now.

"Lead the way," I replied, trying to maintain my composure. 

Langdon didn't bother answering, simply gesturing for me to follow him. I walked behind him through the maze of halls and rooms. 

We finally reached the entrance to what appeared to be his cabinet. Langdon stepped aside, allowing me to enter first. Entering the room, I noticed how dark and ominous it felt. The walls were lined with bookshelves, filled with old leather-bound volumes. The main source of light was a fireplace.

Langdon gestured for me to sit down on the armchair across from him. I lowered myself gently, straightening my purple dress. 

He studied me, wanted me to be nervous, wanted me to crack. I knew this game. I have played this game with many different powerful men, who think they are Gods because they have dicks. I never lose in a game like this.

His eyes searched my face, trying to find any sign of weakness. But I held his gaze firmly, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me intimidated.

I leaned back in my seat, a small smirk on my lips. "I see you're expecting me to be quivering in my boots," I said with a hint of sarcasm.

Langdon chuckled darkly. "Is that so?" he asked, leaning slightly forward. 

A silence fell between us, and I held his gaze without flinching. Something about his demeanor made my heart beat a little faster, but I was determined not to show it.

“I prefer conversations to be effective, Mr. Langdon.”

Langdon raised an eyebrow at my remark, a smirk forming his lips. He leaned back in his seat, folding his arms across his chest. "Straight to the point, are we?" 

He studied me for a moment, his eyes still locked onto mine.

"Well, I can appreciate a straightforward woman," he said, his voice surprisingly smooth. "It makes the process much more efficient."

He paused for a moment, his gaze never faltering. "Ms. Y/S," he began, my name rolling off his tongue like a sinful whisper. "Allow me to ask you a personal question."

“Ask,” I replied.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. His eyes were laser-focused on me, and I could practically feel his gaze trying to pierce through my soul. 

"What do you fear the most?" he asked, his tone almost gentle.

I was caught off guard by the question and made a mistake. Langdon noticed the slight flicker of surprise in my eyes. He chuckled softly. "That's what I thought," he said, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "You may have mastered the art of bravado, but everyone has a weakness," he continued. "And I'm here to find yours." 

I watched him back and after crossing my legs answered "I fear being surrounded by idiots for the rest of my life." I needled.

Langdon raised an eyebrow, visibly amused. "Well, you certainly have a way with words, don't you?", he said, his lips curling into a smirk.

He leaned back in his seat, studying me closely. "Being trapped in a group of lesser minds for eternity may be torturous, especially for a woman of your... intelligence."

“For a man of your power, it’s a pity that you use flattery as a term of manipulation,” I said, tilting my head in a mocking manner. 

Langdon chuckled, clearly enjoying the challenge. "Ah, so observant," he said, still maintaining his smirk. 

He leaned slightly forward, his gaze never leaving mine. "I'm not just using flattery, Ms. Y/S. I do recognize your intellect. But don't mistake my compliments for manipulation. I simply use the tools at my disposal."

“Huh.”

Langdon chuckled again, clearly appreciating my dry response. "You have a sharp tongue," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “It may be your unique feature or a pathetic attempt to hide your fear.”

I could feel a flicker of irritation at his words, but I forced myself to remain impassive. Langdon was trying to get a reaction out of me, and I was determined not to give him the satisfaction.

"Perhaps it's a little bit of both," I replied, my voice cool and steady. "Or perhaps you're simply not used to people who don't cower easily in front of someone higher in rank."

He stood up from his seat and started circling me slowly, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the room. “Be careful, Ms. Y/S. Your bold attitude is admirable, but at some point, this can play a cruel joke on you.”  His gaze burned into me as he studied me from every possible angle.

“I appreciate the warning,” I said coldly. “I don't fear intimidation tactics.”

“You are a brave woman.” Langdon's voice was suddenly close behind me, his breath lingering on the nape of my neck. A small shiver ran down my spine, and I had to suppress the urge to turn around and look at him.

“A little too brave, some would say.” he continued, his words almost a whisper. “Tell me, Ms. Y/S, is it hard to be the smartest in the room? To be forced to communicate with idiots?”

There was a hint of mockery in his tone that made me nauseous. But I still refused to let him see any sign of weakness. I sat up straighter in my chair, lifting my chin.

“It can be... annoying at times,” I admitted.

“It is irritating how arrogant the upper class is, isn’t it? Especially toward women.” I felt the touch of his fingers on my arm and I barely restrained myself from snatching my hand away. “The world before the bombs wasn’t that much brighter than this one, was it? They all mistreated you, and never took you seriously… Does the idea of them having everything infuriate you?”

His words hit a nerve, the subtle truth in them cutting through my defenses. Yes, the world before the bombings was far from perfect, and I had my fair share of disappointments.

But I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing that he had managed to hit a weak spot. I turned my head slightly, meeting his gaze. “And what makes you think you're any different from them?”

He chuckled darkly, his fingers trailing along my skin, tracing patterns against the fabric of my dress. His nonchalant arrogance was both infuriating and strangely enthralling. 

“Oh, I never claimed to be any different," he responded, his voice low and husky. “But I will say this - I appreciate intelligence, especially in women. I can see your potential.”

“Potential,” I repeated, struggling to keep my tone even. “For what, exactly?”

Langdon ignored my question. His hands, now both on my arms, crawled up to my shoulders. “Have you ever thought about punishing them? About finally showing what you are capable of, so they would never think you are only ‘pretty face’ again?” His breath tickled my ear. “Have you ever thought about making them scared of you?”

His hands on my shoulders were deceptively gentle, yet they seemed to burn against my skin through the fabric of my dress. His breath was warm against my ear as he whispered his words, making my breath hitch in my throat. 

I felt a strange mixture of anger and... excitement at his words. The thought had crossed my mind more than once if I was being honest with myself. To show them ALL how strong and brilliant I truly was. To shuffle a knife into someone’s throat. I remained silent. 

“I sense this force in you, Y/N.”

His voice seemed to fill the space between us, wrapping around me like a dark, intimate spell. He leaned closer, his chest almost pressed against my back. His hands remained on my shoulders, his fingers gently massaging my tense muscles. 

There was something about his voice, the way he said my name, that sent a shiver down my spine. It was as if he could see right through me, past the cool exterior I had been trying to maintain. He knew about the anger, the desire, the fire burning within me.

“I can tell you have a dark side,” he murmured, his voice deep and low. 

“I-I don’t know what you are talking about.” 

“Yes, you do.” His hands continue to stroke my shoulders gently. He was amused by my denial.

“You don't have to play coy with me, Ms. Y/N," he said, his voice velvety smooth. “I can feel it radiating off of you. That simmering anger, that burning desire."

Langdon leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing against my ear. “You want... power. And I can promise you that.”

His words were a seductive murmur, weaving their way into my mind and planting thoughts of power and revenge. It was as if he knew exactly what buttons to push, what desires to awaken within me. 

"Power," I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. My mind was swimming, both alarmed and intrigued by his proposal. I felt like I was hypnotized. "Why… What’s the point?"

Langdon chuckled softly, noticing the effect his words were having on me. He stepped away from me, his hands finally leaving my shoulders. He walked around the chair, standing in front of me again.

"Because, my dear," he began, "I've observed your potential. Your intelligence, your resourcefulness, your strength. You're not like the other people in this house. You have ambition. And ambition can lead to power."

He tilted up my chin gently, so I could meet his gaze. "And I can help you achieve it." His thumb traced my jawline, sending a shiver down my spine.

When his finger brushed against my bottom lip I grabbed his hand, stopping him. He smirked and leaned closer, his face only a few inches away from mine.

“Something wrong, Ms. Y/S?” he asked, his tone laced with mockery. “Did my touch... unsettle you?”

With a swift, almost graceful movement, Langdon sank to his knees in front of me. His hand found its way to my knee, the warmth of his palm seeping through the fabric of my dress.

“I think the interview is over,” I said, trying to stand up, but he pressed on my knee, not letting me get up.

“I will decide if it’s over or not, Ms. Y/S,” Langdon smirked at my silence, slowly running his hand higher up my thigh. He could clearly see the effect he was having on me, the slight tremble in my body.

“What?” he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. “No witty comeback? No clever quip? Seems like you're losing your grip.”

"Losing my grip?" I repeated, trying to keep my voice steady. "Hardly. I am just amused by your behavior." Even a blind person would see my bluff and feign confidence.

“Oh? Really?” He stood up a bit, leaning closer to my face, almost whispering in my mouth. His proximity was intoxicating, his breath hot against my lips. I could feel my heart pounding against my ribcage, the desire coursing through my veins like a current. He slowly brushed his lips against mine and I felt a touch of his tongue on my bottom lip. 

It felt like drugs. It felt better than drugs. His tongue teasingly tracing along my bottom lip sent a shiver down my spine, making my legs tremble beneath me. It was overwhelming. I have never felt like this before. In that very second I could do anything for this man.

Suddenly he stopped and looked me right into my eyes, smirking satisfiedly almost like he read a thought that just got in my mind.

He stood up, turning away from me and I bit my tongue not to moan in disappointment. 

“We’re done for today, Ms. Y/S. It was a pleasure talking to you,” He said, opening the door for me. Smirk remained on his face, but Langdon seemed very calm. As if he didn’t just kneel and almost kiss me two minutes ago. 

I needed a few seconds to understand what had happened, so I blinked and then quickly stood up walking toward the door.

“Hope you have a good night, Ms. Y/S,” he said watching me and I can swear, as he was saying that, his hand slid to cover his groin and he definitely wanted me to notice that. 

“Good night, Mr. Langdon,” I mumbled and left the room. 

What the fuck has just happened?

part two

[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."

[thesapphictimelady]

Sacred Purity Chapter 9

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: Lesbian relationship, aphrodisiacs, domme/sub relationship, HEAVY on the religious kink aspect, and a touch of wax play

Characters: Wilhemina Venable, Cordelia Goode, and OC

A/N: Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates it!!

“Miss Goode, you’ve outdone yourself,” Ms. Venable said, stroking Sister Anastasia’s hair.

“I’ve told you, Mina, call me Cordelia!”

Sister Anastasia bit her lip, knees still weak from her training session with Miss Goode. Ms. Venable used the tip of her cane to tilt the young woman’s chin up, forcing her to meet her gaze.

“And what do you say to our guest?”

“Thank you, Miss Goode. It’s been a pleasure to have you,” Sister Anastasia recited, remembering the lessons in etiquette from Ms. Venable.

Miss Goode smiled softly before grabbing her by the back of the head and kissing her hungrily, her tongue teasing the younger woman’s before she nipped her bottom lip and pulled away, earning herself a disapproving look from Ms. Venable.

“The pleasure was all mine,” Miss Goode purred.

Ms. Venable grit her teeth as Miss Goode kissed her cheek and walked out the front door. Once the door was closed, she turned to Sister Anastasia, leaning on her cane and reaching out to grab the younger woman’s hair.

“Let me make one thing very clear, little girl,” she said, pulling her hair to bring her closer, “You belong to me. Miss Goode may have touched you, trained you, kissed you. But you are mine. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Ms. Venable!” Sister Anastasia let out a soft moan as Ms. Venable’s cold fingers wrapped around her throat.

Ms. Venable laughed and released her, “Miss Goode told me that you were dripping onto the floor in my office.”

“Y-yes Ms. Venable. But I cleaned it up!” Sister Anastasia blushed and fidgeted with her hands.

“I know you did, little one. But she didn’t let you cum did she?”

Sister Anastasia shook her head, pressing her thighs together, trying to find some relief for the ache in her core. Ms. Venable gripped her chin with one hand while the other used her cane to push the young woman’s thighs apart.

“Ah ah ah. I didn’t give you permission. Oh, you poor sweet thing. Not being allowed to cum all day…tell me, Sister, would you like to be allowed to cum?”

“Yes!” She gasped out.

Ms. Venable smiled cruelly, “Please. What.”

“Please, Ms Venable! I want to cum!”

“Louder.”

“Please, Ms Venable, please let me cum!”

Sister Anastasia shivered at the predatory glint in her eyes.

“Go to your room and put on what I laid out for you. And under no circumstances are you to touch yourself. I will know if you do and I will make you regret it.”

The young woman gulped and scampered off to her room, flipping on the light and shutting the door. She let out a squeak of surprise when her eyes fell on the bed.

On the bed lay her habit. Clean and pressed, waiting for her like an old friend. She quickly picked it up and buried her face in it, breathing in the familiar scent of the convent. It had faded somewhat, replaced by the scent of lavender, but she could still smell the spicy scent of the incense that filled the convent.

Sister Anastasia quickly pulled off her short dress, shivering at the chill in the room as she pulled on her habit. After further inspection, she realized Ms. Venable had neglected to lay out undergarments. She weighed her options as she braided her hair back and tucked it under her veil. She could surely find underwear in the dresser, but was she allowed to wear them? Ms Venable hadn’t given her clear instructions on it.

A knock at the door startled her out of her thoughts and she jumped up to answer the door. Ms. Venable was on the other side, wearing…a habit. Sister Anastasia pulled the door open and looked the other woman up and down. She was wearing the long habit of a Mother Superior, although it was in her usual purple rather than the traditional black. Her long red hair was tucked beneath a veil.

Ms. Venable smirked at the young woman and beckoned her to follow her. Sister Anastasia followed her down the hallway, sniffing the air curiously. The hall was filling with the same spicy scent of her habit. Ms. Venable turned to face her and smiled.

“After you, Sister,” she said, opening the door.

Sister Anastasia stepped into the room and gaped. The room had been converted into a rudimentary altar. A censor sat in the middle of the room, clearly the source of the incense, and on the altar table were the gold candlesticks that had been stolen from the convent. A leather gloved hand reached out to brush her veil aside, before a cold chain was put around her neck.

“Now you look the part,” Ms. Venable purred as she clasped the cross around her neck.

“What is all this? Ms. Venable, did you steal-“

“Ah ah, hush Sister. It’s Mother Superior to you tonight. And you will treat me with the same respect you do for her. Understood?”

“Y-yes Mother Superior”

“Good. Now, I do believe it is time for Vespers. Would you care to lead?”

Sister Anastasia gaped at her, trying to figure out what her plan was. She wanted her to lead an evening service? Ms. Venable pulled a lighter out of a hidden pocket of her habit and handed it to her. She quickly busied herself with lighting the candles, venerating the lone icon the older woman had procured as she passed by it. Once the candles were lit, she returned to the middle of the room, in front of the altar.

“I believe you know the prayers, Sister?”

“Of course, Ms. Venable.”

A sharp crack filled the air as the older woman’s cane made contact with Sister Anastasia’s ass.

“It’s Mother Superior, Sister.”

“Yes, Mother Superior!” she cried out, nearly falling onto the carpet.

“Good. You may begin at any time.”

Sister Anastasia took a deep breath before crossing herself and bowing her head.

“Blessed is our God always, now and ever, and unto ages of ages.”

“Amen,” Ms. Venable whispered behind her, resting one hand on the young woman’s hip.

Sister Anastasia took a shaky breath, “O Heavenly King, the Comforter, the Spirit of Truth who are everywhere and fills all things. Treasury of Blessings, and Giver of Life: Come and abide in us, and cleanse us from every impurity, and save our souls, O Good One.”

Ms. Venable’s hand slowly drifted from her hip up to fondle one of her breasts. Sister Anastasia tried to pull away, earning herself a sharp pinch to her nipple.

“Continue, Sister Anastasia,” Ms. Venable hissed in her ear.

“Come, let us worship God, our King. Come, let us worship and fall down before Christ, our King and our God. Come, let us worship and fall down before Christ Himself, our King and our God.”

Sister Anastasia let out a soft cry as the older woman’s cane lifted the hem of her habit and her hand found its way to grope her ass.

“I think it’s my turn, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mother Superior,” the young woman whispered.

Ms. Venable cleared her throat, humming the tone that she needed while pulling Sister Anastasia’s habit up past her hips, slipping a finger between her folds.

“Our Father, who art in heaven,” she began, pulling up her one habit and letting her purple strap prod at the younger woman’s folds, “Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven,”

Sister Anastasia moaned as Ms. Venable pushed her forward and bent her over the makeshift altar before thrusting the dildo into her, giving her little time to adjust before she began to fuck her roughly, shaking the candlesticks.

“Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation,” Ms. Venable rested one hand on the altar to steady herself as she used the other to rub Sister Anastasia’s clit, “But deliver us from the evil one. For Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory, now and ever, and unto ages of ages.”

“Amen!” Sister Anastasia moaned, pressing her hips back, trying to draw the older woman’s strap deeper.

Ms. Venable laughed and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “You’ve caused me to sin, Sister. ‘Thou shalt not covet.’ But that’s all I’ve done since the day I saw you on those cameras.

I’ve been dreaming of sinking my fingers into your greedy little pussy.”

Sister Anastasia whined as the older woman pulled her strap out, leaving her clenching around nothing.

“I believe that calls for punishment. Don’t you? After all, lust is one of the seven deadly sins.” Ms. Venable took a step back from the altar, picking up one of the thin candles and holding over the young woman’s bare ass, letting a drop of the wax fall onto the pale skin.

Sister Anastasia cried out in surprise, her muscles tensing at the light burning sensation, “Yes Mother Superior!”

“But will this be penance enough? I don’t think so. I think you’ll need something more,”

Ms. Venable let the candle drip for a moment longer before setting it back in its stand, humming thoughtfully as she walked around the room. The young nun squirmed from her place on the altar, not daring to look up to see what she was doing.

“You’ll need further punishment, Sister. Not only have you caused me to sin, you’ve also broken your vows of chastity. In the old days, you would have been buried alive as punishment. However, I’m not that cruel. Really, you’re lucky I’m the one who is punishing you.”

Ms. Venable leaned heavily on her cane as she came back to the altar, carrying a glass vial, a priest’s stole, a chalice, and a paten. She carefully removed her habit before helping Sister Anastasia out of hers. She motioned for the young woman to lay across the altar, using the stole to bind her hands to the table.

“You need to be cleansed, Sister. We’ll start with holy oil,” Ms. Venable uncorked the vial and spread Sister Anastasia’s legs, dripping the oil onto her lower stomach. Once she was satisfied with the amount, she started rubbing it into her skin.

Sister Anastasia trembled in anticipation and pleasure. The oil warmed her skin as it was rubbed up across her breasts and then down to her inner thighs. She squealed when two fingers slid into her pussy. She was aching with need and bucked her hips, earning herself a light slap to her thigh.

“Stay still, Sister. I’m not done with you yet.”

She whined but did her best to still her hips, Ms. Venables long fingers rubbing her walls.

Ms. Venable hummed again, using her free hand to trace crosses along her body with the oil.

“Now, I do believe it’s time for the sacraments of Eucharist.”

“But that’s not-“ Sister Anastasia started to correct her, to tell her that Eucharist is done with a priest present and rarely during Vespers, but the look she gave her was enough for her to shut her mouth.

Ms. Venable lifted the chalice to the young woman’s lips, “Drink of it, this is my blood of the new covenant,”

Sister Anastasia opened her mouth and swallowed the wine. It was drier than most wines she had had in the past and she coughed. Ms Venable smirked down at her before she lifted the paten, holding the single piece of bread to her lips.

“Take, eat, this is my body which is broken for you, for the remission of sins.”

Sister Anastasia obediently ate it, the sweet bread a welcome relief to the taste of the wine. There was a glint in Ms. Venable’s eyes that unsettled her, but she swallowed down the urge to tug at her bindings and get free.

“Blessed are you, O Sister, and Blessed is the fruit of your womb.”

Sister Anastasia opened her mouth to ask what she meant but before she could get a word out, Ms. Venable ducked between her legs and began to nip her inner thighs, eliciting a moan. She threw her head back in pleasure, barely noticing the heat that began to spread across her body. She was so pent up that she nearly came the second Ms. Venable’s tongue touched her clit.

Ms. Venable laughed and pulled away, “Are you going to cum already? I knew those aphrodisiacs were strong but I didn’t think they’d take effect this fast.”

Sister Anastasia could barely hear her over the roaring in her ears, she was desperate to cum, her body felt hot and the air was electric around her. She tugged at the stole that bound her hands, desperate to get free so that she could touch herself. Ms. Venable blew across her pussy and she exploded. Stars danced in her eyes as she writhed on the altar, barely registering the corrupted prayers being murmured against her clit.

Ms. Venable lapped up every drop of cum, never letting up for a second, sliding a single finger into the young woman’s pussy and teasing her walls. She used one hand to reach up and pick up the chalice, now empty of the drugged wine, and held it beneath her pussy, teasing a second orgasm out of the young nun and allowing the cum to drip into the chalice.

“Blessed are you, O Sister, for you shall inherit the Earth,” Ms. Venable murmured, kissing her thighs as she came down from her third orgasm.

“Please Mother Superior, I can’t…”

“Sister Anastasia, do you think you know better than me?”

“N-no!”

“Then you will take what I give you. You can give me one more can’t you?”

Sister Anastasia nodded weakly, the coil in her belly already tightening as Ms. Venable added two more fingers into her pussy.

“Blessed are you, O Sister, for you shall be filled.”

Sister Anastasia nearly screamed as the coil in her belly snapped and she came for the fourth time. Ms. Venable guided her through it before she rose, leaning heavily on the table, untied the stole, and brought a glass of water to the nuns lips.

“Drink, Sister. Your sins have been washed away.”

Sister Anastasia gulped down the water, her body still trembling from the strength of her orgasms. Ms. Venable gently draped a blanket over the shoulders.

“You did very well. I’m proud of you, Sister.”

“Thank you,” Sister Anastasia set down the glass and looked curiously at the chalice that Ms. Venable now held, “Where did you get all of this?”

“That is for me to know, Sister. Now, let’s get you into a nice hot bath, shall we?”

[chiptaylorsfirst]

Late Night Visit

Word Count: 1,580

Pairing: dom!Mr. Gallant x male!sub!Reader

Warning: Smut, mentions of masturbation, anal sex, mention of exhibitionism kink, hair pulling, slight choking kink

Summary: You know better than to break the rules but a midnight visitor who happens to be your boyfriend makes you think a bit differently. It isn’t bad if you don’t get caught, right?

Everyone had just figured out about Ms. Venable and how she was making her own rules for her personal entertainment. Everyone could agree on the rule they hated the most, no unauthorized copulation under any circumstances. You were writing in your journal when you heard a knock on your door. “Come in,” you exclaimed, expecting to see Ms. Mead or Ms. Venable. Instead you were greeted by your boyfriend, Malcolm Gallant. There was a smirk on his face that could only be described as mischievous. He locked the door behind him then walked towards you. “Mal, what are you up to?” “We’re gonna have some fun.” You’d heard him say that sentence once too many times and it all ended the same exact way. “Baby, what about the fake rules?” 

He crawled in bed with you. “I don’t know. I guess we’d better hope that Michael Langdon helps us. That man seems to love sin.” You could do nothing but agree. Michael seemed to be very fond of sin. “But don’t we need to be quiet?” He kissed your cheek. “Only if we want to. It is pitch black outside and thankfully no one has a room anywhere near yours. Also, no one was out in the halls. I checked three times before coming to your room.” You thought about what he said for a moment. “Okay,” you replied, placing your journal and pen on the ground. Malcolm eagerly kissed you. Soon, you were getting aroused, kissing him back just as he kissed you.

The kiss broke when you both needed air. You watched as Malcolm started removing his clothes and you followed suit. You created a small pile of clothes on the ground, both of you now fully naked. You had waited for this day a whole year. That was long overdue. Malcolm got on top of you and started to jerk you off. He stopped once you were dripping pre cum, scooping it up on his fingers and sucking it off. “Y/N.” You looked up at the beautiful man before you. He was so pretty and perfect. “Get on top of me and ride me.” 

He laid down and watched as you lowered yourself on him. You moaned from the pleasurable pain you felt from being stretched out by him. It had been a while and you almost forgot about how big he was. “You ready,” he asked, desire in his voice. “Give me a second.” You waited some then finally started to bounce, creating a nice pace that Malcolm easily met. You wrapped your hand around his throat, turning him on more. It was undeniable that your boyfriend was a very kinky boy.

His moans and groans were soft. Your name constantly slipped from his lips and his eyes rolled. You placed hickies on his skin, loving the soft red, pink, and purple marks that now decorated his body. Everything felt amazing whenever your bodies were joined like this. “Tell me who you belong to.” “You, Mal. Mmm, Mr. Gall-Gallant. You.” He smiled, removing your hand from his throat and placing a kiss on your knuckles. Your moans got louder as he thrusted into you harder with every bounce of your body. 

“Fuck, mm, we’re gonna get killed.” He chuckled from under you. “Yeah, but it’s fucking worth it. I’d die happy for this.” You could easily agree as you continued. You placed your hands on his chest, trying your best not to lose all the control you had over your body. You were now bouncing at a faster pace, looking down at the pleased expression that covered your boyfriend’s face. He stared into your eyes, feeling the way that you tightened around him. “I’m, I--” You tried to speak but broken moans were the only thing that came out. He didn’t need to hear the rest of your sentence though. He already knew what you were going to say. You were close and for some reason, you were trying to hold it off. “Cum, Y/N. Scream my name while you do it.”

Just like that, the knot in your stomach snapped. “Mm, Mal-Malcolm! Fuck.” You repeated his name like a mantra all the way until your ass was filled with his cum. You raised up off of him and kissed his cheek. “You want another round then we’re done,” he asked. “Yeah, I could go for another.” He smiled. “Kiss me first.” You obeyed him, kissing him with just enough roughness to make it pleasurable. He flipped you over unto your stomach, spreading your cheeks. “You’re gaping.” He scooped some cum onto his fingers before pushing it further into you. He kissed your shoulder then smoothly slid into you. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

You couldn’t think clearly and the sound of his voice was making you so hard. You loved whenever Malcolm did dirty talk during sex. He was so good at it. “Tell me you’re all mine’s.” “Mm, I’m all yours. Fuck, ugh. I belong to you, n-nobody else.” He was going fast, deep, and rough, making your eyes roll. “You’re so pretty, taking me so well.” He sucked on your neck and made a mark there. “I love you so much, Y/N.” “Agh, I love you t-too.” One of his arms wrapped around your body while he held your waist. You started to fuck yourself onto him, listening to the sound of his moans and your skin slapping. He pushed your face into the pillows, making your back arch. He hit deeper parts in you and the angle did wonders.

You were about to cum once again but you could tell that your boyfriend wasn’t ready yet. Your body was sensitive and cock drunk. It didn’t help that Malcolm kept saying provocative things in your ear that left little to the imagination. You could feel him in your stomach and he kept hitting your prostate with every movement of his hips. It drove you insane as he kept on going. “Feels good?” “Mmm hmm, very g-good.” His hand wrapped around your length. “St-stop, too much, too cl-close.” “I don’t care,” he grunted out, pounding you into the sheets. He started to pull your hair and jerk you off. “Cum all you want all over the sheets, all over my hand. I know you want to, ugh, sweet boy. “

Your cock twitched in his hand and you felt his cock pulsing in you. “Mm, Malcolm,” you moaned out. Your toes curled and eyes rolled. He kissed your shoulder and whispered in your ear. “What would you do if they caught us like this? Would you cum all over and moan my name? Fuck, I think you would. I know you would. You’re clenching more from thinking about it.” 

He let go of your hair. “I bet you wish they were here right now, don’t you?” “Y-Yes, mm, fuck, yes.” You were already cumming, painting the sheets and your lover’s hand with your seed. You felt his cum pour inside of you, filling you up and spilling out almost just as quickly. He flipped you over and laid beside you, licking your cum from his hand and chuckling softly.

“What is it, Mal?” He grinned. “You’re one kinky boy. That’s the hardest you’ve ever busted a nut.” You looked at him in utter shock. “Was it?” “Mm hmm. I keep track. Awe, you’re all flustered. It’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with you liking the idea of being watched. I think it’s hot, may even have Michael come be a part of that dream of yours.” You looked into his eyes, trying to see if he was just picking on you but he wasn’t. “You sure?” He got up from the bed, starting to put on his clothes. “Mm hmm. Next week I’ll be here again and give you some news on it. I’ll go talk to Langdon and see what we can do. That is if we aren’t dead by then.” He was now fully dressed, a few marks on his skin showing.

You looked at the time, 2:55 am. You still had plenty of time. “You’ll need to cover that up, Mal.” He looked at them and smiled. “I’ll let it stay just to see the anger on their faces.” He started to walk out the door but you stopped him. “Wait.” He turned around, his attention fully on you. “Yeah?” “Come here and give me a hug and kiss before you go.” “Fucking your brains out wasn’t enough,” he joked before starting to walk towards you. He was halfway there before he paused. “Wait, how come you can’t come here.” You rolled your eyes at his slight stupidity. “Babe, you just fucked my legs numb. Going to you requires walking.” 

He laughed, walking to you and giving you the most passionate kiss you’ve had from him in a while. He hugged you, breathing in your scent. “Goodbye, Y/N. I’ll see you later.” “Bye, Mal.” You laid there, thinking about how you were going to clean the sheets and your body. But over that, your mind mostly thought of Michael watching you and Malcolm. You huffed as you felt yourself hardening again. Malcolm was already halfway down the hall and you were in no state to chase him for a quickie. The night ended with you putting use to your hand and your boyfriend doing the same exact thing with the thoughts of one another and a certain someone watching the two of you. 

[thegirlwiththestarbirdtattoo]

The Gift

Pairing: Wilhemina Venable x Fem Reader

Summary: As you grow closer to Wilhemina, you decide on making her a very special gift. Will it push her away for good or take your relationship in a direction that you both secretly hope for?

A/N: Welcome to what will most likely be my first and last fic lol. I’m no writer but I’ve had this concept stuck in my brain for over a year and last week decided to actually write it down.

No warnings that I can think of. Turned into a pretty fluffy Christmas fic. Enjoy!

Word count: 5800

To say that Wilhemina Venable was furious would be the understatement of the century. 

The first thing that she’d been informed of this morning was that Jeff and Mutt had decided to hire someone without her knowledge, and for a position that seemed entirely fictitious.

“We need a third brain Ms. Venable!”

Hearing Jeff exclaim that to her almost made her retort with a comment letting him know he’d still need to find two more if that was his goal.

“Yeah,” butted in Mutt, “and you’re busy running all of the behind the scenes stuff around here. We need someone who can come up with ideas with us. Ways that we can use the tech for other things. Like a professional problem solver or creative engineer or something.”

“You shouldn’t be so annoyed with us,” Jeff continued, “this is like the most sane, sober thought we’ve had in months.”

Now that she could agree with.

When she heard that they’d hired a woman for the job she assumed they had just decided they wanted to keep one of their usual girls around more permanently and their attempt at a job description was all for show. She supposed she would find out soon enough. Part of the hiring bombshell that they’d dropped on her this morning was that the new employee would be joining them in a couple of hours for orientation.

When Wilhemina heard footsteps walking down the hallway to her office just over an hour later, she didn’t even bother to look up from her laptop, assuming it was one of the typical delivery people. That was until she heard an unknown voice introducing themselves to her.

…

Jeff and Mutt had instructed you to show up on Monday for orientation with a ‘Ms. Venable’. They also advised you to “just follow the purple”, whatever that meant.

You arrived at Kineros, nervous as ever. Security in the lobby of the building pointed you in the right direction, which is how you found yourself walking down an obscenely long hallway to a woman sitting behind a desk. A stunning woman dressed in head to toe lavender. Ah, so that’s what they meant about the purple.

“Hello,” you started, once reaching the table, “I’m y/n l/n. You must be Ms. Venable, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

When Wilhemina finally decided to look up from her laptop it was to a sight she was not entirely expecting. Stood before her was yes, a beautiful woman, but someone that was definitely not one of Jeff and Mutt’s usual girls. Looks like they were telling the truth.

Wilhemina stood up from her desk to shake your hand before leading you down a hallway to what would become your office.

Wilhemina for her part, couldn’t help but be intrigued by this new addition to the company. She could tell that you were listening intently to her explanations and asked well thought out questions when needed. You seemed respectable enough. A far cry from what she was used to dealing with.

Wilhemina soon realized that your hiring was actually a very good idea. At the very least so that she could have an intelligent conversation with another human being.

She knew that Jeff and Mutt were smart… in their own way. They were masters in their field but were severely lacking in a lot of other areas. Not to mention all of the ways they could grate on her nerves.

You however, were just as intelligent and a million times more professional. She started requesting that you join her for company meetings instead of Jeff and Mutt. Especially ones that involved investors. The boys didn’t care one bit; they were happy to have the extra time to partake in other activities.

Wilhemina insisted to herself that she was so happy with the change because it involved far less babysitting of the imbeciles and not because it meant that she got to see you more.

…

It had been a couple of months since you started working at Kineros Robotics. So far you were really enjoying it. The work was challenging at times but fulfilling, and you’d also had the privilege of getting to know the infamous Ms. Venable a little better.

At the beginning of your time at Kineros you’d kept to yourself as much as possible, which was fine by you. It wasn’t hard - the only people at the company that you had any consistent contact with were Jeff, Mutt and Ms. Venable - who you soon realized was the real reason the company wasn’t in complete disarray.

You hadn’t seen a reason to really leave your office other than for meetings with Jeff and Mutt, and the odd other meeting that Ms. Venable had started requesting your presence at. That included your lunch breaks. 

One day, a couple of weeks in to your time at Kineros, you decided to be a bit more adventurous and actually leave your office for lunch. You found a quiet table on the grounds, far away from where most of the other employees seemed to enjoy hanging around. It was surrounded by trees that provided nice shade and some separation from the rest of the sitting areas. You had been sitting there for no longer than five minutes when a shadow appeared across the table.

“I see you’ve found my usual spot.”

You looked up from your lunch to see none other than Ms. Venable standing before you.

“It’s lovely out here, I can see why you’re so fond of it. My apologies,” and you made to get up from your seat when she held up her hand at you.

“No need to leave. I wouldn’t mind the company today.”

You sat back down in slight shock. It’s not that Ms. Venable scared you - it was more respect and admiration. By the interactions you’d had with her so far, you’d come to see how intimidating she could be. She was fully in control anywhere she went and you’d gotten the impression that she wasn’t a woman who would want to spend more time in anyone’s presence beyond what she absolutely had to. Yet here she was having lunch with you.

Even more shocking to you was how the next day she came to your office asking if you’d join her for lunch again. The same happened the next day, and the next, and soon enough you were meeting up without having to ask one another - although you typically met up at one of your respective offices and walked out together.

Your conversations ranged from just about anything; something fascinating you’d read about online, current books and movies, your thoughts about the universe in general. The topics never got too personal though. One time you’d made some offhand comment about family and she’d tensed up so much it had deterred you from ever coming close to the topic again. 

Sometimes you barely spoke at all, but that suited you both fine. You’d both eased into the routine as if you’d been lifelong friends. She’d permitted you calling her Wilhemina during these moments together as well.

At couple of weeks into your lunches together you’d somehow worked up the courage to inquire about her cane. Although it wasn’t exactly the question Wilhelmina was expecting.

“May I ask you something?”

Wilhelmina stiffened immediately, dreading where this conversation was about to go, especially with you looking over at her with such a contemplative expression. She doesn’t know exactly what possessed her, but she nodded for you to continue regardless.

You opened and closed your mouth, trying to figure out how to word the question that’s been on your mind. Eventually you settled on “How do you not have a purple cane?”

Wilhemina barked out something resembling a laugh, clearly not expecting that to be your question. She was grateful though. She assumed it was going to be something far more personal than that, something more along the lines of the typical “why do you use a cane?” and the far less tactfully worded questions that’d she’d come to expect from anyone that she allowed near her for more than a brief interaction, which was an almost non existent list at this point. Until you came along that is. 

Truthfully she didn’t know how she’d handle such a question coming from you either. Typically she’d tear the person apart for even daring to ask such a thing. But not you. She didn’t know what it was but she couldn’t deny that she felt safe in your presence - something that she wasn’t sure if she’d ever truly experienced with another person.

She wasn’t quite sure how to even handle your current question. She looked back over to you, her expression softening slightly when she saw the look of half terror gracing your face.

“I suppose I’ve just never come across one. It seems that purple canes aren’t in the highest demand, as criminal as that should be.”

You smiled at her comment, relaxing a bit once you realized she wasn’t going to tear your head off for asking your question. Not only that, she was even slightly joking with you.

“It is a shame. What would be your ideal cane design?”

You observe her deep in thought across from you. 

“I don’t know.” She says a moment later. The answer surprises you.

Everything that you’ve seen this woman do has been meticulous. She’s by far the most prepared and put together person you’d ever met and you thought that a question about such an important accessory to her would have an almost immediate answer. It seems like something that she would have already thought about in great detail.

The rest of your lunch together was spent mostly in silence. You glanced up from eating to observe your company still busy within her own mind. You began to worry that your last question had been a mistake.

The next day Wilhemina invited you to join her once again to lunch. Practically the moment you had sat down at your usual spot, she began.

“I’ve been thinking about your question from yesterday. I suppose a deep plum or eggplant colour might look rather striking. With ornate baroque-style filigree starting from the handle and running down along the sides.”

She began to eat as if she’d said nothing. But you were in awe of her. You felt as if she’d just told you one of her deepest secrets. In a way she had by disclosing any information about such a personal item.

From that moment you knew you had to make it your mission to make this come to life for her.

…

A few days after the initial determination had worn off, the realization of what you were setting out to create finally started to sink in. 

It had been a long time since you’d doubted yourself so much. Were you capable of making it? You knew you were good at your job - Jeff and Mutt wouldn’t have sought you out if you weren’t. But were you really the best person to be designing such an important piece? Especially for someone who your admiration for only continued to grow.

You also briefly considered whether giving her such an item would be immediate grounds for your murder in her eyes. You came to the conclusion that you’d die happy as long as she got her purple cane.

And so you began. You sketched out ideas, drew up more finalized designs, threw those out and started from scratch - all in between your other work at Kineros and most importantly without Ms. Venable finding out what you were working on.

When you started to get closer to a design you were happy with, you did decide to fill Jeff and Mutt in on at least a little of your plan. You needed to get their permission to use some of the company’s departments and contacts to manufacture the parts you were designing. They of course wanted all of the details, happy that their dear Ms. Venable had someone else looking out for her.

“You don’t think she’ll kill me because of it?”

They laughed before Jeff continued with “Kill you? Definitely not. Ms. Venable seems rather… attached to you.”

“Dude,” butted in Mutt. “She’s in love with her. When was the last time you’ve seen Venable share so much as a non-hostile glance at anyone. They’ve basically spent every lunch together since we hired y/n.”

“That’s not true,” You corrected Mutt. “I didn’t leave my office for the first couple of weeks.”

“Doesn’t matter!” They both chimed in.

“We, well at least I have seen how she gets all googly eyed every time your name comes up. She’s gone completely soft for you. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

You were incredibly flustered with the direction the conversation had started to go. Ms. Venable in love with you?

You left Jeff and Mutt’s office as fast as you could after that, your mind going non stop. You barely even registered Wilhemina’s concerned calls after you as she watched you practically run past her desk towards your own office. You yelled something back to her along the lines of ‘everything is fine’ and that you ‘just forgot about something’.

Once you’d made it to the safety of your office, you started to come to terms with what Jeff and Mutt seemed so sure about.

You’d known for a while that you were in love with Wilhemina Venable but you never dared to hope that anything would come of it. You were just happy that you got to be in her presence at all, as desperate as that may sound. 

Over your many shared lunch breaks, an unspoken understanding seemed to have formed between you both - that neither of you had come across someone quite like the other, that you weren’t even sure someone like the other person could even exist. Neither one of you ever acknowledged it though, and you assumed that it would remain as such.

But after your conversation with Jeff and Mutt, you couldn’t help but think of all of the interactions you’d had with Wilhemina Venable. You’d seen her as her most intimidating, professional self at numerous shared meetings, and you compared that to the Wilhemina that you’d come to know over your lunch breaks, and more recently, time together outside of work. They hardly seemed like the same person. You wouldn’t call the Wilhemina during your time together ‘warm’ by any stretch of the imagination but Mutt’s observation of her - soft - was slightly more fitting. She seemed more relaxed around you and that gave you hope.

Especially when she started agreeing to accompany you on various weekend trips.

It had started during one of your conversations at lunch; you’d made a comment about wanting to visit a particular exhibit of one of your favourite artists at a local gallery. It surprised you when she said she’d heard about the exhibit as well.

“Are you busy this weekend?” 

Her eyes narrowed slightly, “No. Why?”

“Then why don’t we check out the exhibit together?”

It was clear that your invitation had taken her back. It had also taken the remainder of the week to convince her to go with you.

That day was so special to you. Getting to see her outside of work, being able to admire her as she admired the artwork on the gallery walls - none of which could rival her magnificence.

What you weren’t aware of was just how special the day was for her as well. She had never truly met anyone that she wanted to be in the presence of for prolonged periods of time, not to mention them seeming to want to spend time with her in return. And she’d certainly not had anyone ask her to accompany them on a visit to an art gallery - an activity she had always been fond of. 

The prospect had left her shocked and slightly unsettled. Not because she didn’t want to go with you, but because she’d never been put in the position of such an offer. She had lied awake in her bed multiple nights that week thinking over your invitation; of all the things that could go wrong, of how badly she wanted to go with you. Eventually the hopeful part of herself won out and she accepted. She never once regretted her decision. In fact, she wasn’t sure if she’d ever had such a pleasant day. Which is why the next week she’d suggested that you go to another one of her favourite galleries.

Your art gallery and museum dates - that had never been officially classified as such - continued for weeks. You didn’t think it was possible, but your extra time spent together only added to your admiration for her. She was so smart and witty and beautiful. You were hopelessly in love with her.

That made giving her this gift - that you’d worked so hard on - all the more nerve wracking. You weren’t simply giving a dear colleague - maybe even friend - an off handed gift that you’d just come across and thought they’d enjoy. No. You were trying to give someone who had become one of the most important people in your life, the woman that you were in love with - that might also be slightly in love with you back - a deeply personal item that she’d graciously shared details about during one of your private moments together. If you messed this up it would be devastating.

Which is why weeks later you found yourself with an immaculately wrapped box sitting in your office, unmoving. 

Jeff and Mutt knew that you’d finished your cane project and were growing impatient with your lack of action. They’d even started to threaten spoiling your surprise to Wilhemina herself if you didn’t give it to her soon.

The winter break was fast approaching - not that you’d planned it out this way. Truthfully you had hoped to have this project finished earlier but you’d spent ages perfecting things down to the smallest details. Now it looked like this was going to end up becoming a slightly early Christmas gift.

It was almost the final work day before the break, and before the ability to see Wilhemina for over two weeks was guaranteed. It was now or never.

She’d been in a good mood at lunch - not too stressed, as most of the operations were winding down for the year. You were hopeful that the day would continue on a good note, so you swung by her desk an hour before the end of the workday.

“How are things going?”

“Alright,” she replied. “The imbeciles have miraculously left me alone for the afternoon so I have significantly less of a headache compared to normal.”

You chuckled at her typical humour, “So you would be ok if I interrupted you for a moment to give you something?”

“Give me something?” She looked up from her laptop at you, confusion written on her face.

“Yes. I have something for you in my office and I wondered if I could bring it to you.”

She continued to stare at you for a moment, seeming to try and work out your intentions before she gave you a small nod.

“Just give me a couple of minutes.” 

You walked back to your office, your anxiety increasing with each step. You couldn’t quite believe that the time had come to give Wilhemina your gift. You only hoped that this didn’t ruin whatever it was that you’d been building together over the last few months.

You reached the supplies closet in your office where you’d carefully hidden the box. It had had to be custom made as well to fit the cane inside and you’d insisted it be manufactured in a deep purple. You had also added a large velvet ribbon in a lighter violet colour around the box.

With your prized creation in hand, you started to make your way back to Wilhemina’s office. Just before you made it into her line of sight, it dawned on you just how conspicuous the box was. Ideally you’d be able to place it in front of her without giving her the chance to formulate an idea as to what might be inside - which only left you one choice.

“Mina,” you called out. “Can you close your eyes for a sec?”

You heard her sputter slightly before replying, “What kind of childish antics are you trying to rope me into!?”

“I just wanted to surprise you. I can’t get the box to you without you seeing it and I only want to put it down on your desk.”

A moment later you heard an exasperated sigh before a less than enthusiastic “Fine.”

You poked your head out to see if she’d actually done what you’d asked. Seeing her sat in her office chair, eyes shut, with a slight frown on her face, you continued on your way back to her.

As she heard your steps approaching she began muttering to herself. You couldn’t make out everything but you caught enough to get the general idea. “- I can’t believe,” “- would expect such behaviour from those imbeciles, not you,” 

You couldn’t help but smile at her antics, grateful as they temporarily distracted you from your ever increasing nerves.

Standing across the table from her, you carefully moved her laptop over to the side before gently placing the box directly in front of her on the desk.

“Okay, open.”

As she opened her eyes she looked directly at you before slowly lowering her gaze. You knew the exact moment her eyes reached the box, the surprise was clear on her face.

Wilhemina had no idea what to expect when you said you had something you wanted to give to her. She was not used to any sort of acts of kindness. 

The sight of the box alone almost made her cry. It was clear that you’d put great thought into whatever it was by making sure it was wrapped in her favourite colour. She glanced back up at you in question, unsure as to what she’d done to deserve such an item.

“I wasn’t planning on this being a Christmas gift,” you started. “But it took me until now to get it ready for you and I wanted to make sure you had it before the holiday break.”

She looked back down at the box in front of her, gently grazing her fingers along the edge of the lavender bow.

You could feel her hesitation. “It’s okay, you can open it.”

She reluctantly began pulling on the ends of the ribbon, unraveling the beautiful bow. She pulled the ribbon completely off before running her palm along the top of the box. You motioned towards the edge facing her where she discovered a flap being magnetically held down to secure the box shut. She detached the flap from the magnets before slowly lifting the lid of the box. Inside, surrounded by plush velvet padding, she discovered the cane that she had described to you all those months ago. The sight immediately brought tears to her eyes.

She’d never told you that after your initial conversation about the purple cane she had decided to go searching for one again. She was pleasantly surprised to see a few options online, but nothing that she’d be caught dead using. The lack of success at finding something suitable had sent her down a dark spiral of self loathing and thinking about why she even needed the cane in the first place. She’d cried herself to sleep that night. The next morning she decided to banish such frivolous thoughts of ever finding something from her mind and vowed to never try it again.

But here in front of her, somehow, was the cane that she’d always hoped for. She didn’t even know where to begin with processing this.

“- How?” she choked out, returning her tearful gaze towards you.

“After you told me about it I knew I had to try to figure out a way to bring it to life for you.”

“But… why?”

You shrugged, “Because you’re my favourite person. I’m just glad I was able to figure out how to make it.”

“You made this!?” She alternated her gaze between you and the cane in the box in disbelief, the tears that had gathered in her eyes rolling down her cheeks.

You looked on - still incredibly nervous - as she delicately ran her fingers along the body of the cane. 

As she reached the handle, she noticed some sort of engraving along the end. She gently rotated the cane so that she could make out what it was. To her complete shock, she discovered her initials W.V. beautifully engraved into the handle. She stared at it for a moment before completely breaking down, overwhelmed by the entire situation.

You stood there in shock. You’d never seen Wilhemina Venable’s eyes so much as water until a moment ago and now here she was sobbing over your present. You still weren’t sure whether that was a good or bad reaction but you certainly weren’t going to leave her there to cry on her own. At this point she’d turned her chair to the side, facing away from her desk, burying her head in her hands. You quickly but gently moved to the other side of the table before kneeling down in front of her and carefully wrapping your arms around her, at a loss for what else to do. You had no idea how she’d react to the physical contact but you were pleasantly surprised when a moment later she wrapped her arms around your upper body in a crushing embrace.

Wilhemina’s thoughts were going a million miles an hour. She was completely overwhelmed with your gift and now she felt that she was making a complete fool of herself by crying in front of you. All of a sudden she was surrounded by warmth. Some part of her registered that she was being embraced. But by you? Surely you should be laughing at her obvious display of weakness. No. That wasn’t something you’d ever do.

Wilhemina had become well aware over the years of the looks she received from others when they saw her using a cane. Good, bad, didn’t matter. She was always perceived by others as different. 

Not once had she seen you look at her differently. It was one of the first things that had made her warm up to you and the reason she decided to ask you to join her for lunch that first day.

From there her admiration for you only grew. Your conversations during lunch were always fascinating. She enjoyed hearing you speak passionately about whatever the day’s topic was. She also found herself enjoying speaking to you in return; you always listened to her and never judged or dismissed her opinions.

There had been one night in particular where you were both working late trying to finalize a deal with a massive client. It had been almost midnight when you’d finished, but neither of you seemed too keen on going home quite yet. You’d offered to go get you both ice cream and you sat out on the main office balcony eating it as you gazed up at the sky, laughing and talking about life. It had been the most peaceful and carefree she’d ever felt.

Soon enough Wilhemina Venable realized she was in love with you. The realization sent her into full panic mode. Love was an emotion that only lead to the deepest hurt, or so she tried to tell herself. Then her mind would inadvertently begin to wander to you and the way you looked at her, treated her, and she realized she didn’t actually mind being in love with you at all. 

You had no idea how long you’d been wrapped up in each other’s arms; you would have happily stayed there with her forever is she wanted you to. 

You gradually felt the sobs wracking her body calm. At some point she’d nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck; you could feel her breathing had almost returned to normal but with the occasional sniffle.

“Thank you,” you heard her softly say a while later, her face still buried in your neck. 

“Anytime,” you replied, unsure of what it was exactly that she was thanking you for. “Was the cane a bad idea?”

She pulled away from you at that, but not too far - still keeping her hands around your shoulders.

“-what, no! It’s so beautiful. I- no one has ever done anything like that for me before.” she averted her eyes downward with her final admission.

“Well they should have,” you replied, gently cupping her cheeks with your hands, wiping away the tear tracks with your thumbs that hadn’t quite dried.

“-but it must have been so much work. How- why would you do something like that for me?” She’d returned her gaze back to you in question. 

You weren’t immediately sure how to respond to her question. Didn’t she realize how special she was? How important she was to you?

“Why wouldn’t I? Wilhemina, you are wonderful and the time that we’ve spent together has meant so much to me.”

“When you said that you’d never really been able to find the perfect cane, I knew I had to try to do something about it. You deserve only the best. I don’t know if what I did is exactly as you imagined, we can fix anything that isn’t perfect-“

Wilhemina could never have predicted in a million years the turn that this day was taking. Her favourite person had just gifted her her dream cane, had held her in her arms as she sobbed about said cane - without making her feel weak or pathetic - and now the same person was kneeling in front of her, hands delicately holding her face, as she explained how she thought she was wonderful?

Her brain was definitely not processing all of this. All she could think about was the warmth of your hands on her face, how beautiful you looked, how in love she was with you at this moment and every other. She didn’t know how to possibly begin to put what she was feeling into words, so her body decided to do the only thing that it could think of and cut you off with a kiss.

At first you couldn’t grasp why all of a sudden you were unable to speak. Then you registered the plush warmth on your lips and a deliciously spicy sent you’d recognize anywhere. Mina. 

You still didn’t quite know what was going on but you’d dreamt about this moment for so long that you didn’t want to think too hard about it. So instead you returned her kiss.

When Wilhemina’s brain caught up with her body, she panicked. But then she realized you were kissing her back? Surely this couldn’t actually be happening. Far too soon you were pulling away from her mouth, resting your foreheads together. She kept her eyes shut but she could feel your slightly laboured breathing against her face, the pads of your thumbs gently stroking her cheeks. The close proximity to you felt so so wonderful.

“If I knew that’s how you’d react to your present I would have given it to you a lot sooner.”

She chuckled at that, reluctantly pulling away from you to look at your face. 

She always loved the way you looked at her, she’d never felt judged by your beautiful eyes. But now you were looking at her with an expression she’d never seen before. 

There was such pure, unfiltered adoration in your gaze that she could think of nothing else but to pull you back towards her and reconnect your lips.

Gone was the nervous peck of lips born from uncertainty. You both poured everything into the kiss, realizing that at least to some degree, your feelings for each other were reciprocated.

Wilhemina had never felt so free before - everything felt weightless and she would have happily drowned in your warmth forever. That was until a cough from her office doorway interrupted you both.

She wasn’t even the one to realize it and pull away first, that was you. It was almost physically painful to stop kissing her but when you did, you were met with the sight of a very amused looking Jeff and Mutt.

“You own me five hundred bucks and first dibs on girls for the next week!” Mutt excitedly exclaimed to Jeff.

You groaned and hid your face in Wilhemina’s chest. At this point she’d mostly come out of her kissing induced daze, and she was not happy with the turn of events.

“Is there a reason you’re both standing in my doorway?”

“Yes, Ms. Venable,” Jeff quickly replied, recognizing the change in her mood and not wanting to deal with her wrath. “We were just coming by to inform you both that everything has been wrapped up for the year, so no need to come in tomorrow. Enjoy the next few weeks off.”

“Oh, I don’t think they are going to have an issue with that,” Mutt added snickering. “We have a plane to catch but we’ll want full details later ladies.”

With that they left and you were once again left alone together.

“How much do you think they saw?” you asked.

“Enough for them to never let us forget about it.” she replied.

“There’s no threat of that. I could never forget today,” you pulled away from her chest, smiling up at her. She returned your smile. Her eyes were so peaceful, you’d never seen her look so happy.

“Do you have plans for the next couple of weeks?”

She looked down at her lap in shame before shaking her head.

“Well, I think we can do something about that,” she looked up at your response hopefully. “What do you think about starting with dinner tonight? We can get takeout or go out somewhere, whatever you’d prefer.”

She was so so grateful for you. She hoped that by the end of the night she’d be able to find the words to adequately express how much you meant to her. She didn’t know if it would ever be possible though.

She took one of your hands in her own, bringing it up to her face to place a kiss along your knuckles.

“Let’s go out. After all, I have this fancy new cane to show off.”

[blxckchxrrybxby]

Snippet of WIP: Carousel

Summary: After showing up to work to sort out a scheduling mishap, reader’s 5yo daughter wanders away and makes her way up to HR.

a/n: Enjoy a bit of conversation between Venable & Willow (aka reader’s child). I’ll post the complete story soon [maybe] .

Once again, the anxiety of not knowing what the child was doing caused Venable to peer over her purple laptop and observe the little germ sitting on her lovely lavender couch (a fine touch and new addition to her workspace). She wasn’t used to the unpredictability of children. However, to her surprise, the little girl was already staring at her. Venable furrowed her eyebrows as the curly-haired child adjusted her purple glasses back onto the bridge of her small nose. This little stunt warmed her heart to no end, yet she’d never admit it.

“Can I help you with something?”

The little girl shrugged and continued to stare.

“I’m assuming your mother has yet to teach you that staring is rude.”

“I wouldn’t stare if you were not pretty.”

Venable tensed and cleared her throat. “You know nothing about what society sees as pretty.”

Willow frowned, “I don’t know who so-so-“

“Society.”

“-socility-“

“Try again. Society.” Venable stated, slowing down her enunciation.

“-socie…um.” Willow tried.

“Take your time.”

“…s-society?”

“Correct.” Venable held back a smile. Willow didn’t. She was proud of her accomplishment. A new word she could tell her friends about.

“I don’t know who…society is, but I think you’re pretty.”

“Well.” Venable began, choosing to keep her insecurities to herself. “I suppose I should thank you.”

“Mommy says you don’t have to always say thank you when big people tell you nice things.”

“That’s a bit rude, don’t you think?” Venable questioned, becoming more invested in the conversation than she would like to admit.

“No.” Willow stated bluntly.

“No?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm.” Venable arched an eyebrow, trying to piece together who the child’s mother could be.

After a moment of silence, she figured it was safe to continue her work. Before her fingertips could come into contact with the keyboard, Willow spoke.

“Ms. Benavle?”

Venable internally cringed from the mispronunciation of her name and laid her palms against the top of the desk. “Yes, child?”

Willow shifted, turning her body towards the awaiting woman. “What does society mean?”

[lotties-ashwagandha]

WHY I HEADCANON WILHEMINA VENABLE AS AUTISTIC

Ok so! If you know me you know that I overanalyze the shit out of things and of art and just literally everything,, and I’ve been considering this headcanon for a while. I’ve seen a couple of other people headcanon Wilhemina as autistic and it fits so well so I’m going to be expanding on that!!

(Also I say all of this as an autistic person)

First, let’s talk about the color purple — a characteristic of autism is developing hyperfixations, which are also referred to as “special interests.” These can range from wide categories of objects or people (ex. Classic literature) to very precise topics or people (ex. American Horror Story: Coven). An autistic person will obsess over their special interests and learn all they can about them, and depending on the interest people may also collect things that relate to their interests. It makes perfect sense for Wilhemina’s special interest to be the color purple, as she always wears purple and purple makeup, and in lots of fanfics and fanart Mina also collects purple home decor, etc.

Next, let’s talk about her mannerisms/social skills and how they’re similar to those commonly exhibited by autistic individuals. People with autism have difficulties socializing, and issues they commonly face while socializing are not knowing when to speak in a conversation, being incredibly blunt, and seeming “aloof” (I struggle with this last one particularly bad — the other day a girl in my class told me I come across as cold and scary?? Like girl it’s the ‘tism). Venable is commonly perceived as cold and a bit awkward (it’s called being a neurodivergent bad bitch). An example of this is like… literally all of the times that she snapped at all of the people at dinner in the outpost, and her perfect articulation and speaking pace (heavy masking, maybe?). Her vocal tone is pretty much monotone too. Also an example of poor social skills is when Venable mistakes Myrtle’s sarcasm for flattery in the flashback at Kineros.

The only person that truly seems to understand and be forgiving of her is Ms Mead… and I feel really bad for Venable bc Mead is literally a robot bro who’s gonna tell her???

Now, let’s talk about her fingerless gloves and hairstyle. Autistic people commonly experience sensory issues. I’m fully convinced that Venable always has her hair pulled back due to sensory issues because I’m autistic and can’t go out in public with my hair down because it drives me halfway to sensory overload just on it’s own. As for the fingerless gloves, I’m convinced that she wears them bc of sensory issues and texture aversions.

There are so many reasons I think this bitch is autistic I haven’t even expressed them all bc I forgot half of them but I might keep adding to this <3

Taglist: @thedeconstructionist @goodeday2u @traumatisedfangirl @cordeliass @paulsonsratched @mayfair-fleur

[grilledcheeseandguavajelly]

🌷❤️🍁

For the fanfic ask!

🌷 Who do you recommend as a fan fiction writer?

You, darling 😏💋

❤️ Who is your favorite character to write?

I’ll give you three guesses, honey 😂🙈 And the first two won’t even count. Although I think it’s a tie between her and Venable, because that little purple menace will always rule my heart 🙈

🍁 How is your current WIP going, and can we have a sneak peek?

*garbled frustrated noises* why do I feel like you picked this one just so I would send you a piece of my Lesso fic or my Charlotte fic 🙈 You know what? Just for that— I’m going to give you the professor!Mina fic instead. HA. (just kidding I genuinely hope you enjoy this little clip because I’ve never shown it to anyone before 🙈 please don’t bite):

“Are you finished?”

You jumped at her voice, so close. You hadn’t even heard her. Honestly. And her breath was warm against your ear as she leaned over you, whispering as to not disturb the others.

You swallowed, keeping your eyes pinned to your exam. “No, Ms. Venable. I think I need a few more minutes to look over everything.”

She hummed, a small sound of disapproval, but before you could look at her, question her, she was walking away, cane tapping rhythmically and echoing around the walls.

You let yourself melt into it, the steadiness of it, the consistency. She didn’t stop walking after that, not for the last fifteen minutes. And it almost turned into a song, the tapping of her cane, the clicking of her heels. All of it mixed with the sound of her breath in your ear. And you couldn’t help but grin against the thought that this might be your favorite soundtrack to lose yourself to.

You watched the clock as she sauntered back to her desk, a frown etched onto her face and her jaw tipped up in that haughty way it always did.

And then her cane hit the floor. Twice. And time was up.

Everyone who was left got up, shuffling papers and gathering their things. And you paused, hesitated, waited so that you would be at the very back of the line.

So that you could stay and talk and it wouldn’t look suspicious.

It had almost worked. There were only five students ahead of you. But then someone came up next to you and nudged you, and your focus on Venable was broken.

Emily.

“How do you think you did?” she whispered, and you gave her a half-hearted smile.

“Alright. But I don’t think Ms. Venable would appreciate us talking before we turn in our exams.”

Emily glanced at Venable, and your eyes flicked up, too, meeting deep brown ones that were locked on you.

You swallowed. Turned your attention back to Emily.

“Why don’t you go ahead? I have some questions for Ms. Venable anyway.”

But Emily shook her head. “I can wait with you, I don’t mind.”

And then you were both in front of her, Emily handing in her papers first, and you following suit.

Venable’s eyes never left you, and you could feel your cheeks warming as you willed yourself to look anywhere else. Anywhere but her. But she was like a magnet, and you couldn’t help it.

Her fingers brushed against yours as she took your papers, and you tried not to notice. Tried to ignore it. You were already too flushed. But you knew that she was always careful about not touching her students. Too dirty, she never knew where they had been.

“Not too difficult, I hope?” she mused, pressing her lips together against a smile and smoothing out her lipstick.

“Not at all, Ms. Venable,” you tried, eyes tracking her as she set your papers in a pile and stacked them tight.

There was a long moment of you watching her, watching her gloved hands work over the exams and staring at her perfect fingers, skin soft and smooth and pink. And the way they had felt against your own hands, so delicate, almost a whisper—

“Did you still have a question for Ms. Venable?” Emily piped in, and you flushed deeper as Venable froze, eyes raking over you curiously.

But you cleared your throat, turning back to Emily. “No. No, sorry. Let’s— we should go.”

One last glance at Venable, and you thought for a fraction of a second that she looked almost disappointed. But as soon as your heels dug in, Emily was dragging you out the door.

[mwf-art]

Wilhemina Venable can occasionally feel herself.

Ig: mwf.art

[goodegrrrl]

You make me feel

Pairing: Wilhemina Venable x Reader

Words: 5,750

This is my first attempt at writing a fic with a plot. It did not go THAT well.

A big THANK YOU goes out to @lucyintheskywithxanax for giving me the idea for this lil thing. You're awesome, honey!

Taglist: @twistedpoeticjustice, @lesbianicdelia, @isle-of-earle, @sweetestberryofthebunch, @angelxsarahp, @goodeday2u

Shoot me a message if you want to be added.

The outpost was dark, only illuminated by candles which were placed on the shelves lining the wall, giving the whole complex a gloomy and haunting atmosphere. The flames danced whenever a little gust of air made it’s way into the complex or whenever someone walked by a little too closely.

You had been in the outpost for longer than you would have liked, nuclear winter taking it’s toll on everyone around you. When you had first gotten there you had been glad about getting away from it all – your toxic friends, your toxic parents and your toxic work environment. You had thought it would be only for a few months, failing to acknowledge the seriousness of the apocalypse.

After such a long time though you had found your rhythm, formed daily habits which helped you to make time go by a little quicker. You were pleased that you had been assigned a ‘Grey’ which at least gave you some purpose. You didn’t mind cleaning up after the Purple’s, didn’t mind sorting through the books in the library or setting up the table for meal time.

It had been a slow day at the outpost. You had finished your duties for the day and were about to take a shower when you heard a knock at your door. Quickly you threw on a robe and opened to door to see Ms. Mead standing in front of it. “Ms. Venable wants to see you.”, and before she had even finished her sentence she turned on her heal and walked down the corridor, not even bothering to wait for a response.

You immediately felt your heart rate increasing. Had you done something wrong? Forgot about a task you had to do? You had kept to yourself mostly, trying to stay away from Venable, not wanting to give her a reason to even think about you. What could she possibly want from you?

She was probably bored and you were an easy enough target. From what you had heard from the other Grey’s she liked to torture people for fun whenever she felt bored or disgruntled. You only had witnessed her anger once – one of the Purple’s, you think her name was Coco, had undermined her. She had slapped her right across the face without hesitating for a second. And from the smirk she had been wearing on her face, you had figured she had actually enjoyed it. A Grey named Mallory had also told you that she had overheard a conversation Venable had had with Mead where she told her much she enjoyed dispersing punishment, letting her know that it actually gave her a tingle.

You figured you should not let the leader of the outpost wait, so you quickly dressed in your uniform again, making your way to her room at the end of the corridor. When you stood in front of the big wooden door, you hesitated for a second, taking a deep breath in before knocking. “You may enter.”, the velvety voice of Venable rung in your ears. You slowly opened the door, entering the spacious room.

When your eyes wandered around the room you couldn’t help but notice how cosy it looked. As all the other rooms, it had a large four poster bed on one side of the wall. Opposite to it flames danced in the fireplace which was accompanied by two chairs with a blanket draped over one of them. A book had been discarded next to one of the chairs, reading glasses placed on top of it. You couldn’t quite figure out the title but guessed it had to be a classic from the looks of it. Finally, your eyes settled on Wilhemina Venable.

She was dressed in a black dress, a belt with a golden buckle encircling her small waist. Her hair was perfectly done, not a single strand out of place. In her brown eyes you could see the flames which were dancing in the fireplace. Her posture was impeccable, her back as straight as if it was held up by an invisible string hanging from the wall. Her delicate hands gripped her cane, making her look almost regal. You were wondering what she even needed her cane for.

“Ms. Venable, you requested to see me?”, your eyes met hers for the first time since you had entered her private chambers. She walked a few steps towards you, her cane clicking with every step she took. “Yes, I did. Starting tomorrow, I want you to work for me and only me. Ms. Mead has some business she has to take care of so she will not be around.”, she threw you a quick glance before turning slowly walking back to the chair she probably had occupied before you had entered her private space, “I expect to see you tomorrow at 5am sharp. That’s all. You may leave.”

You felt like your feet were glued to the floor, your brain barely able to contemplate what she had just uttered. Your mind was already going a million miles per hour, going through every scenario in which you could be doing something wrong and therefor would ultimately end up dead. “Are you deaf? I said leave.”, she let her cane hit the ground twice to emphasize her words. It stopped the whirlwind of thoughts in your brain, harshly throwing you back into reality. “Sorry.”, you muttered and scurried out of her room, basically running back to the safety of your chamber.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding, your body leaning against the door. You weren’t necessarily afraid of the stoic woman but you didn’t want to get on her bad side either. You figured you would just continue on with the rest of the day and have an early night so you would not be late tomorrow.

When your alarm rung the following day you immediately jumped out of your bed. You had laid out your uniform the day before so you just took a quick shower, blow dried your hair and put on your grey clothing. You had picked out a dress since you assumed she’d appreciate it. You looked at your watch and were pleased to see that you made good use of your time, even had a few minutes to spare.

At 4.57am you knocked on Venable’s door, not daring to enter without being invited in. You could hear her cane clicking and then the door opened, revealing Wilhemina Venable. She was already dressed in a black suit, her signature belt around her waist. Her hair was the same as always but she had yet to put on make up, leaving you to see her bare faced for the first time.

She looked less intimidating. Her complexion was still flawless, but seemed a lot softer without her having contoured her face. Her eyes seemed kind, open and not as unrelenting and hard as usual.

When you realized you had been staring for too long, you averted your gaze, clearing your throat. “Good morning, Ms. Venable. How I may assist you?”, your voice was steady and calm, not giving away your nervousness.

“You can pick up my laundry over there and wash it. When you are done you are to clean up my chamber. I want it to be spotless.”, her eyes narrowed, “And stop looking at me like a deer caught in the headlights.”

With a simple nod you hurried to get her laundry basket and left. Doing laundry was easy enough and you were pleased you only had to deal with hers from now on. The Purple’s were careless with their uniforms, spilling on it, tearing it. Their underwear was even worse.

Venable’s clothes did not even seem dirty and they smelled divine. You had never gotten close enough the the outpost leader to actually smell her, but now you found that you enjoyed the way she smelled. A little bit like lavender with a hint of sandalwood.

The day passed by rather quickly, even though your tasks were a lot less time consuming. When you were done you helped the other Grey’s, not minding any extra work since it kept you busy. Once nighttime came around you were once again ordered to Venable’s room.

When you got there you gently knocked. She had not given you a specific time so you were worried about eventually disturbing her. “You may enter.”, you heard her soft voice coming from the other side of the door and entered.

Again, you were taken aback by the sight in front of you. “Good evening, Ms. Venable. How can I be of service?”, you were quick to avert your gaze, not wanting to anger her. You had still noticed her clad in black pajamas, her hair hanging loosely down her shoulders. You hadn’t imagined it to be that long. It was in soft curls and you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked.

“Your work was good today. You start at 5am tomorrow. Your schedule won’t change during the week so I expect you to do your tasks without me having to remind you of anything. You may leave now.”, she didn’t even give you a second look before disappearing into her en-suite bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

The next weeks looked exactly like the first day you had started to work for Wilhemina Venable. You met her at 5am, did her laundry and cleaned her room, after you would sort through the books in the library, keeping everything in order. You would help the other Grey’s with their tasks before you would return to your private room.

One day, you had been working solely for Ms. Venable for a few months, she ordered you to her room in the late afternoon. “There you are. I have to admit, you truly are as ambition less and pride less as I expected you to be. Look at you, doing everything I tell you to do without ever talking back. Aren’t you a good little parrot?”, she gave you an evil smirk, “You are truly the most unexceptional human being I have ever encountered. I would love to just cut open your throat and let you bleed out right here on the floor. But who would clean up the mess? And I don’t even want to think about the terrible smell.”

You were taken aback by her words. You had done everything she asked you to, never talked back to her, always eager to please. You had even protected her whenever the other inhabitants of the outpost had talked about her, letting them know she wasn’t as bad as they made her out to be. Now you were standing in front of her, being humiliated, degraded and made fun of. You could feel your eyes water, could feel a tight knot forming in your throat but you were not going to let her see you cry. You wouldn’t give her the satisfaction, determined to not let her know how deep her words were hurting you.

“That’s all.”, she let her cane hit the floor twice, a smirk still on her lips. You left.

Upon reaching your room you just let yourself fall onto the bed and cried. You didn’t know for how long but were woken up by your alarm the next morning. You didn’t want to face her, didn’t want to work for her, didn’t want to deal with her cruel words. But nevertheless, you stood in front of her door at exactly 4.57am, knocking gently.

“Always on time.”, she opened the door for you but unlike all the other times, your eyes did not find hers. You kept your gaze to the floor, not wanting to give her any reason to give you another lecture on your unexceptconalism. “Cats got your tongue?”, you could hear the smile in her voice, could hear it dripping with cruelty. “No Ms. Venable.”, you gave her a short reply. “Leave.”, was her only order before she nodded towards her laundry basket and disappeared into her bathroom.

The next months went on and on. Nothing really changed except for you not looking at her anymore, not defending her anymore, not talking to her anymore. And it was fine. She left you alone.

“Would you please meet me in my room after dinner?”, she had taken you aside from your work in the kitchen. “Is that a question or an order?”, you had returned her question even though you knew that whenever she talked to you, she expected you to obey. She just gave you a cold look, her eyes narrowing like an animal ready to attack. “I’ll be there.”, and continued with your task.

When nighttime rolled around and dinner was finished you made your way to her private chamber, knocking as you usually would. Only this time you didn’t hear her cane clicking, only distant voices. You couldn’t figure out who she was talking to. You were sure you had never heard the voice before. It was a man’s voice - smooth, smoky, soft. Did she disobey her own rules? You knocked again and the door suddenly swung open. “Yes?”, the man looked at you.

You recognized him. A few days ago the alarm had gone off and it had been the first time you had seen the outpost leader nervous. She had sent you away and had hurried to the entryway. You had peeked around the corner and that’s when you had seen him. Michael Langdon. He was the one who was supposed to determine who would be worthy of going to the sanctuary - and you were going to do everything you could to be one of the chosen ones.

“I need to speak with Ms. Venable.”, and entered the room. What you then saw was nothing you ever wanted to see again.

Venable was standing with her back to you and for the first time you could see the reason she used a cane. The zipper of her dress was pulled all the way down, exposing her back. You could see her spine, crooked and covered in scars. Your eyes followed the curve of it which went all the way down to the middle of her back. Looking at it you imagined it to be quite painful.

But then your eyes landed on her face and what you saw broke your heart. Her eyes were puffy, red rimmed and lacked any of their usual determination. They looked empty, haunted and humiliated. Tears were slowly climbing out of her brown orbs, making their way down her porcelain cheeks.

Langdon gave you a smirk. “I’ll find my way out.”, but you didn’t even register him anymore. Even though Venable had hurt you, seeing her like this made your heart ache. You quickly went over to her, careful not to scare her. “Ms. Venable. I am going to pull the zipper up.”, and for the first time you didn’t wait for her answer, instead you just pulled the zipper back up, hiding her back from the world.

She let out a shaky breath and gripped her cane tightly. She didn’t meet your eyes, didn’t look at you at all - you weren’t even sure if she knew you were there. Never in a million years had you expected to see her like this - humiliated and vulnerable.

“Thank you.”, she whispered and if the room hadn’t been completely silent you would have missed her words entirely.

“Is there anything I can do?”, you took a step towards her but when you saw her shoulders tense up you immediately stopped.

And just like that her armor was back on. Her eyes had glossed over for a brief second before they became hard and devoid of any emotion once again. She sat up straight, gripping her cane and hitting the floor twice. “Yes. Leave.”, and before she could say anything else you hurried out of her room.

Over the next couple of days you noticed that Michael Langdon was quite interested in you. He did conduct his scheduled interviews with the other occupants of the outpost but always made sure to make time for you - holding up idle conversations, confiding in you whenever he had a question about someone and asking you about your life before the apocalypse. You found him to be quite charming and thoughtful, realizing you did enjoy spending time with him even though he had humiliated Ms. Venable.

“Aren’t you a good girl?”, he quipped when you placed a tea in front of him, “it’s good that you’re here. I wanted to talk to you about the sanctuary. Are you interested in going?”

You held your breath for a second, not able to believe what you’ve heard just yet. “Why are you asking?”, you settled for an indifferent tone, not wanting to get your hopes up just yet. Langdon took a long look at you, letting his eyes wander from your face down to your feet, his gaze memorizing every inch of your body. “I realized that you would be perfect to repopulate the earth. You seem to be able to adapt to different circumstances quite well. People don’t care for you, but don’t mind you either. You’re obedient and eager to please. Apparently…”, his eyes settled when they met yours, “….even Ms. Venable doesn’t mind your company and I understand she can be - let me put it this way - quite the complicated character.”

You gulped. His compliment seemed to be back handed, basically just comparing you to a dog who’d do everything to please his owner. And yet you found yourself feeling relieved and ecstatic. You couldn’t believe you were finally getting out of this hell hole, away from the people you deeply despised. “I would love to go.”, your face remained emotionless, not giving him any indication of your excitement. “Well.”, he circled you like an animal would it’s prey, “there’s just one little thing I need you to do. All in good time. I will let you know as soon as the time has come. You may leave now.”

On your way to your room you ran into Ms. Venable who was about to head into the library, probably looking for a Grey to yell at or even worse - torture. You desperately hoped she wouldn’t see you, wouldn’t be able to crush your hopes and dreams yet again. You seemed to be out of luck for her eyes met yours when you were about to enter your room. “Good evening, Ms. Venable.”, you gave her a courteous nod only to disappear into your room right after.

A few moments later you could hear the clicking of her cane coming closer, could hear her dragging her feet along the hallway. A loud knock on the door destroying any illusion of having been able to get away from her. You took a deep breath, sitting up straight on the edge of your mattress before inviting her in.

She looked different standing in your room, like a foreigner, an object which did not quite match the rest your decor. “How I may be of assistance, Ms. Venable?”, she looked around the room, her eyes landing on a postcard you had hung up on the wall. It showed the beach and the Golden Gate Bridge, always reminding you of your home before the world went down.

“I heard you talked to Michael Langdon today. Is he taking you to the sanctuary with him?”, you noticed that she shifted her weight nervously from one foot to the other, her eyes still fixed on the postcard. “He wants me to do something first. He has not informed me about the nature of it yet.”, you gave her a quizzical look, not quite sure what she was getting at. “He already told me I wasn’t going. So good luck to you.”, and as quickly as she had arrived she disappeared again.

You didn’t really know what to do with what she had just told you. Wasn’t she a member of the cooperative? You had just assumed she was the first one to know that she would leave the outpost, yet she told you she would be left behind. While telling you she had looked so sad and you felt bad for her. You knew she wasn’t a good person, knew she enjoyed torturing and manipulating the others, knew she killed a few of them, and yet you felt sorry for her.

When the world still existed in all of its glory you went to your therapist about once a week. She always told you that your biggest quality and your biggest flaw were the same thing - you always saw the good in everyone. It didn’t matter what they had done, you would always find a way to make excuses for them, to justify their behavior, to make them out to be the victim. And you were doing it again. Sitting on your bed, making excuses for all the horrible things Ms. Venable had done.

You huffed, desperately trying to quieten your mind, to find some peace. You couldn’t. The conversation with Ms. Venable was not letting you rest, so you put on your shoes and made your way to her chamber.

When you knocked on her door you didn’t get a response from inside the room. You waited a few seconds before you tried again, but still no answer. Since Langdon had basically told you he was going to take you to the sanctuary you didn’t really have anything to loose, so you just opened the door.

The room was illuminated by candles, their warm light casting it in a soft glow. Venable was sitting on a chair near the fire, watching the flames dance with one another. She didn’t look at you, but you knew she registered your presence when she sat up a little straighter. “I didn’t invite you in.”, she stated without averting her gaze, “I guess your not as obedient as I thought you were.” Her voice seemed to be devoid of emotion, it sounded shallow and hoarse. “Why isn’t he taking you?”, you bluntly asked which made her look away from the flames, right into your eyes.

“Are you really that stupid? I’m a cripple but since you seem to have the brain capacity of a fucking lizard you probably already forgot.”, she averted her gaze once more, settling on the flames, “who’d want me to repopulate the earth?”, the last part was barely audible and lacking her previous cruelty.

Your heart ached for her. She was probably right about the reasoning behind Langdon’s decision. He had mentioned that he only wanted people coming with him who brought a good set of genetics, wanting the new generation of human life to be free from any flaws and health issues.

“I don’t think you’re crippled.”, you said quietly, looking at her. Her face was illuminated by the flames which were dancing in the fireplace, giving her a much softer look. She had already undone her hair, which came down in soft waves over her shoulders. She was already wearing her pajamas, a silk robe covering the rest of her skin. She looked beautiful and you couldn’t help the butterflies you felt flying around in your stomach. When had you become attracted to the most feared woman in the outpost?

Your thoughts were disturbed by her voice ringing in your ear. “I don’t need your pity.”, she still wouldn’t meet your eyes. “I’m not pitying you, I was trying to let you know that I don’t find you to be crippled or repulsive.”, you took a deep breath, “but it seems like with the world having ended, your human qualities were destroyed as well. What happened to you that you have to be so vile, so mean, so terrible? Don’t you feel bad for everything you’ve done? You killed people for fun and tried to make us eat them. Were you always a terrible human being or did you just wake up one day and decided on that? What happened to you that you can not even accept if someone tries to be nice to you? What happened that if someone treats you kindly you always respond with degradation? You know, maybe it’s a good thing he’s leaving you here. You deserve nothing else.” And before she would give you a response, your turned on your heels and left the room.

You didn’t see Ms. Venable for the next three days. You figured she had just given up, decided that her services were no longer needed and that she could spend the rest of her time in the outpost preparing for her ultimate demise.

Langdon had called a meeting everyone was supposed to be attending. He had gathered everyone around a large dinner table where actual food was being served by waiters you had never seen before. In the faraway corner of the room you noticed Ms. Venable talking to Ms. Mead. You took your seat and soon realized that you had been placed next to Ms. Venable, who took her seat next to you when Langdon rang the bell. She did not acknowledge your presence.

“Thank you for coming to this little gathering. I appreciate all of you and the few chosen ones have already been informed about their fortunate fate. I am terribly sorry for everyone else who will be left behind and probably killed. Still, let’s celebrate today.”, he raised his glass, his gaze meeting yours, “you are yet to prove yourself, but we will leave that till after dinner.”, he winked at you, leaving you guessing what your task would be.

During dinner everyone was engaging in lively conversations. Everyone except you and Ms. Venable. You could feel her vibrations in your body, her nervous energy seemingly passing over to you and invading every fiber of your being. You ignored it, tried to refocus your thoughts back to every possible scenario that could happen during the next couple hours.

When everyone had finished their dinner and the wine had flowed more freely, Langdon invited everyone to stand up. “Now.”, his eyes pierced right through yours, an evil smirk appearing on his otherwise soft face, “I want you to unzip her. I want everyone to see the kind of monster she truly is.”

You were shocked. Two of his men were already appearing on either side of Ms. Venable, taking away her cane and holding her still with an iron grip. Her face showed pure terror and fear, eyes darting around the room anxiously. “No!”, you immediately responded, your eyes trying to find hers, trying to let her know that you wouldn’t hurt her, wouldn’t humiliate her. “Are you sure?”, Michael smiled sweetly at you, “She’s your ticket. Take it or leave it.”

For only a second you were torn between betraying Ms. Venable and staying in the outpost, signing your death note. Her eyes met yours for the briefest of seconds and when you saw all her of her pain, her fear and terror laid out bare for you, your heart shattered into a million pieces. “I am not going to do it.”, your voice was strong and hard despite the whirlwind of emotions cursing through your heart.

“I figured.”, Langdon gave the two men a sign, leading them to loosen their grip on Ms. Venable and disappearing back into the dark. She swayed, her face drained of every color. You didn’t think about it and just grabbed her arm, easing her down on her chair again. People around you were talking, some screaming but you didn’t hear them. Your eyes were fixated on Venable, on the fall and rise of her chest, her erratic breathing and her wild eyes. You feared that she would suffer a panic attack but as quickly as she had let her emotions shine through, as quickly she had locked them away again. “Would you accompany me to my chamber?”, her voice was stronger than you would have expected it to be. You gave her a nod, handing her her cane and leading her out of the room all the while Langdon followed your every move.

The walk to her room was silent and not a word was uttered by either of you. She was walking more slowly, her grip on her cane tighter than usual and her back just slightly hunched. You didn’t comment on it, instead just walking closely behind her in case she needed assistance. When you reached her door you noticed how much her hands trembled so you gently put yours over hers, helping her to unlock the door. Your arm locked with hers, leading her to the big four poster bed in the middle of the room, gently easing her down to sit on the mattress. You didn’t really know what to do, didn’t know how to handle a distraught Ms. Venable. She was supposed to be strong, was supposed to be fearless, supposed to be resilient.

“Ms. Venable, what can I do?”, you knelt down in front of her, your hands tenderly gripping hers in the softest way possible. “Why didn’t you unzip me?”, her eyes met yours and you could see all of her feelings, all of her emotions reflected in them. She wasn’t hiding anymore, wasn’t masking her true self. “I honestly don’t know. I just could not do it. Could not do it to you.”, your voice was barely above a whisper, “There is just something about you. I couldn’t bring myself to hurt you and when he asked me if I wanted to leave I realized I don’t. I don’t want to leave without you.” Only now you understood why you had let her treat you so horribly, why you had stuck around, why you had never spoken an ill word about her. Somehow and without you noticing you had fallen in love with her, had given her your heart and soul.

She gave your hands a gentle tug, patting the space next to her. You sat down, your eyes never leaving hers. She looked different, open and vulnerable, maybe even scared. Her cheeks were stained with tears that were escaping her big brown eyes. You had never seen anyone more beautiful than her right in this moment. You tenderly cupped her cheek with your hand, your thumb wiping away her tears. She leaned into your touch, closing her eyes and breathing in deeply. She took your other hand in hers, placing the softest kiss onto your palm, intertwining your hand with hers. When she opened her eyes again you could see her uncertainty, her hesitancy, so you moved in a little bit, waiting for her to meet you halfway.

When your lips met hers you felt something you had never felt before. Love. She was so soft, so tender, so gentle. Your lips moved together in unison, dancing like they were made for one another. You broke the kiss when you needed to get more oxygen into your lungs. Ms. Venable looked at you. She looked sad, like she was waiting for you to realize what you had done. That you had kissed the monster, had been corrupted by her. You pressed a featherlight kiss to the corner of her mouth. “I’m not leaving. I promise.”, she nodded, her a knot forming in her throat and fresh tears escaping her eyes. You kissed a few of them away, your hand rubbing circles on her leg. “I promise.”, you whispered to assure her and she nodded.

“Could we just lie down?”, she looked down, embarrassed about not being able to just sit with you like a normal person. You gave her a smile and nodded encouragingly. “Let me free you from that dress, okay? Then you can lie down and rest.” She was hesitant, didn’t want you to see her back again, afraid you would change your mind and just leave her again. Like everyone had. “I won’t look.”, you had read her mind, leading her to turn around to let you unzip her.

When she was safely tugged in, you gave her a kiss to her forehead, standing up to leave. “Where are you going?”, you flinched at the panicked undertone of her voice. “I am going back to my room.”, you stated, a little confused. “Please.. stay.”, she whispered.

You held her gaze for a few moments before nodding. She looked relieved, holding up the covers for you to get in. You shimmied out of your clothing, leaving you only dressed in your underwear before you joined her underneath the covers. You were facing each other, letting your eyes speak where words did not seem to be enough, not able to convey the raging emotions spinning through your heads. You caressed her cheek, your fingertips barely touching her skin. She scooted closer, desperate to be close to you but hesitant to ask for comfort. You opened your arms, inviting her into the safety of your embrace where you would protect her from everyone who would try to get to her, to harm her, to hurt her. She complied, pressing her body tightly against you, entangling her legs with yours. You encircled her, your hands tenderly rubbing her back, ghosting over the curve of her spine. She flinched, tensed and tried to get away but you just held her even closer. “You’re beautiful. You’re everything I need. I will never let you go. I will never let anyone harm you ever again. I will protect you. I promise, you will never be alone again.”, you whispered while you let your lips caress her face, placing butterfly kisses all over. You felt her tears against your lips, felt her body shake in your embrace. You just held on tighter, your hands still on her back, rubbing circles and trying coax her into letting herself be held. “It’s okay, I am right here.”, you felt her bury her face in the crook of your neck, her hands gripping your shoulders tightly. You just continued caressing every inch of her skin, whispering sweet nothings into her ear while placing soft kisses wherever your lips were able to reach. “You’re safe with me.”, and after a while you could feel the tension leaving her body, could feel her completely succumbing to your embrace, to your gentle caress. And for the first time since she was a little girl, Wilhemina Venable felt safe.

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The Missing Piece - Lavender And Honey

Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable x Reader

Warning : NSFW, a little moment in the library with the redhead and a little moment in the greenhouse with a blonde. 

A/N: mistakes may still be present.

Previous parts 

The interrupted moment  | Little moment in the library | In the office | Awkwardness at breakfast  | The other blonde | The flames | The gifts  | Candlelight | Lavender and Honey | Not A Dream | You are the missing piece

Once the two women allowed you to retire to your room, everything felt fuzzy. You flopped on top of the bed, a girlish giggle erupted inside of you thinking back on the date and how gorgeous both women looked. In the other room, both Cordelia and Wilhemina had enormous smiles gracing their lips. Both of them felt like teenagers with their first crush. You were a piece of a puzzle fitting perfectly in between them. Wilhemina had felt as if the whole thing was a cherished dream, it was exquisite. Everything had gone well, and she hoped that nothing would ruin it.

---- You were in the library, it was awful silent. Inspecting the mountains of books on the shelves, nothing had captured your interest. You were too absorbed into your task that you missed the steady rhythm of a cane hitting the floor, the door swinging open and shutting close and the muffled footsteps that stopped just behind you. The only indicator that you knew a charming woman dressed in purple was there was the hint of lavender and rosemary, the scent causing a relaxed atmosphere to build in the library.

"Ms L/N anything gained your interest?" Wilhemina said, her voice was humorous but still had a hint of softness. You swiftly turned around, confronting the woman. She was typically wearing a lilac knee-long skirt with a lilac floral blouse, her lustrous hair was in her signature ponytail. A sparkle of dazzling light shined through your brilliant eyes as you looked upon the gorgeous specimen. "Oh, yes Ms Venable." You muttered back, a teasing tone behind your words. You watched closely as a perfectly shaped eyebrow lift slightly, "Oh, please do tell." She adequately expressed, her teeth toyed with her rosy lips as she stared intensely into your eyes.

"You." You whispered out, you take a step closer to her. The woman stepped closer too, following your lead. She rolled her eyes at the comment. "What? Fine," You playfully rolled your eyes at her look. "Something did capture my eye, a book about a beautiful, sexy redhead. She radiates power and she falls in love with two witches." You whispered, trailing your nimble fingers across her arm, she gripped your wrist.

"I would stop that, Ms L/N," Wilhemina stated, letting go of your wrist. Her hand trailed across your body delicately, she stops at the chest. Your breathing becomes ragged, she comes closer and you had the sudden urge to lean forwards and claim her plump lips. However, you had some self-control.

"Oh, honey. I will do what I pleased." You said clearly. You watched closely, watching how her fierce eyes darkened at the challenge. Your back hits the bookcase behind you, Wilhemina had nudged you against it, restraining you there.

"You aren't in charged here, Y/N." She muttered fiercely, she leaned close, almost teasingly slow. A sinister smile crossed her lips, looking deeply into your eyes. She crushed her plump lips to yours, the kiss was fueled by lust. A thud echo through the room and two hands hold you close.

The kiss was rushed and sloppy. It seemed that Wilhemina was gaining her confidence back, the way she held herself strong. Wilhemina was feeling more like herself, though a small voice wouldn't quiet down. Telling her that she was doing too much, trying too hard. She had a powerful grip on you, bruising almost. The kiss had paused, she was listening to those critical voices, the inner self that would severely degrade her. Noticing the blank expression in her eyes, you delicately cup her face with both of your hands. "Wilhemina, darling. Are you with me ?" You asked, stroking the apples off her rosy cheeks. Her eyes were now filled with overwhelming sadness, her body had coward slightly. You weren't quite sure what to do at the moment. Thinking a delicate touch may help, you leaned forward pressing soft pecks against her glowing cheeks, her forehead, the tip of her nose and lastly her lips.

Pulling back slightly, you observed her eyes slowly, blinking as she comes back into the present and out of the cage in her head. The delicate touch of you held the key to get out, releasing her of the harsh words. She shied away slightly, her eyes flickering to the floor.

"Hey, Mina. Are you okay now?" You questioned carefully, hoping the softness of your voice soothed her enough for her to open up to you, to allow you in.

"I'm... I'm fine, Y/N." She justly said, leaning forwards promptly capturing your lips in a kiss. This affectionate kiss was completely different to the kiss moments ago, it was gentle and fueled with unconditional love. Her eager hands began to wander, they were on a divine mission to set fire to your skin, they trailed along your back leaving hot trails of dazzling flames across it. Her hands groped your arse, giving it a harsh squeeze before they take their place on your waist. Which caused a muffled moan to escape you. You decided to retaliate, moving your hands away from her face you pull her closer to you, causing the redhead to stumble into you full force. Unbeknownst to Wilhemina, you tucked your leg in between hers. Your hands copied hers; they wandered to her arse, you were just merely grasping it.

Shifting your attention to her neck, you sucked at her skin and at the same moment you give her butt a grope. Her body stiffened at the action, taking this to your advantage you slipped your leg up against her cunt. The action caused a surprisingly deep groan to escape her lips, as soon as the groan escaped her she clamped her mouth shut, you move your hands hastily to her ample waist and you rocked her against your leg. You could feel the arousal building in her underwear, a noticeable wetness was building on your bare leg. Carrying on the motion for a few minutes, hands gripping her slim waist. It was slow and teasing, you felt her trying to gain some speed, buckling her hips but you wouldn't allow it. A smirk was growing on your lips as you heard her failed attempts at holding her moans. "Oh, fuck." She gasped out, holding you steady by the shoulders.

It was like a switch was flipped, she gained enough strength to focus. She zeroed in on your throat, sucking at the sensitive skin. The unexpected movement caused a shuddering moan to flee your lips. She carried out her fierce assault on your neck, long enough to cause you to get distracted and allow her to move against your leg. It had worked in her favour for a moment, not long enough as the closer she got to her release the assault on your neck had slowly ceased. Acting quickly you shifted your leg away, holding Wilhemina still. The room was filled with heavy breathing you had almost forgotten where the two of you were, almost.

"Don't do that again," Wilhemina uttered out, her eyes darkening once again, they were dark brown almost black.

"Whatever you say, Mina." You said, humour lacing through your words, adding to the comment you flash her a toothy grin. "But.. you liked it." You whispered, watching a slightly blush coat her cheeks.

"That is beside the point, Ms L/N." The redhead said, there was a softness to her words. She waited, allowing your guard to go down and she waited for the precise moment to put you in the right place. Footsteps coming towards the library took you and Wilhemina out of the moment, two sets of eyes snapped to the door, neither one of you moving at first.

It was Wilhemina who had moved first, though she had stumbled a little without the help of her cane. Gathering the cane up you gently place it in her hand and helped her look presentable knowing she had a reputation at this academy and looking anything below perfect won't do for her. You noticed a twitch of her lips as you covered the slight pink hue on her neck, and pushed her skirt back down.

The student walked through the door, head deep in a book. She hadn't noticed the two of you and not wanting to be seen you and Wilhemina made a quick exit.

--- It had been a few hours since the heated moment in the library, and you hadn't seen Wilhemina since. Nor Cordelia. You strolled towards the greenhouse, allowing yourself to feel at peace. The wind was chiller, little cold pins prickling at your skin. The sun had begun setting, and you could see the golden hues of orange lightening the sky, it was beautiful and tranquil.

You saw a light shine through the greenhouse, reluctantly you stepped in. You were hoping for some alone time in the greenhouse, to calm down from the excitement. You see a dash of golden hair, perfectly styled. The supreme in question was wearing black palazzo trousers and a white blouse. She looked carefree. She was in her little world, you watched her hands skillfully using a pestle to grind some ingredients into the mortar. Leaning against the doorframe, you observed Cordelia in her element. She had always gravitated to plants, to the greeny. It was the only thing that brought her joy when she was a teen, and when her mother left her. She loved to see what each ingredient did, she loved to experiment.

Cordelia felt eyes on her, if she didn't know it was you she would have been creeped out. She enjoyed how your eyes stayed on her, watching her perform something that was second nature to her, almost like a second language. Cordelia looked up to you, a smile graced her lips, her brows furrowed a little as her eyes roamed the mark left on your neck by Wilhemina. Toying with your lip, trying desperately to hold back the smirk threatening to spill from your lips. Cordelia's eyes narrowed playfully, she puts down the pestle. You gracefully stepped closer to the supreme, a look of desire shining through and a devilish smirk graced you. You stopped, a table separating you are Cordelia. The atmosphere had changed, it was no longer peaceful but tense with desire.

"This was left by our dear, Wilhemina." You husked out, leaning your arms against the table. Looking into Cordelia's eyes, "We got a little handsy early today." You nonchalantly said, shrugging your shoulders. Cordelia smiled brightly, a little twinkle in her eyes. You stalked close, almost predator-like to her, Cordelia being the prey, you thought.

The supreme nibbled against her lip, watching you closely, her eyes never leaving yours. You stopped just before her, you trail your hands slowly up her arm, the tips of your finger touch the silky skin of her neck. Her breathing hitched slightly, noticing the movement you loop your arm around her neck pulling her close to your lips. They weren't touching, just hovering. You felt her warm breath against your lips. The desperate look in her eyes told you she wanted to be closer, to touch you, to feel your lips on hers. A slight gentle smile grew on your lips, looking at the gorgeous woman in front of you. She tried to pull you closer by gripping your waist, her hands moving across the expanse of your back. Nudging her against the table, you hold her down slightly.

"Y/N, Come on... Kiss me." Cordelia whimpered out, her eyes held desperation. You move close to her face, and her face flushed red as she holds your eye contact. "Plea-" She stuttered out, she was abruptly cut off as your lips launched at hers. A groan grumbled inside her, pushing yourself closer to Cordelia's. You could feel the thudding of her heartbeat; her hands grasped your shirt, crumbling the fabric together.

Her lips were tender and soft against yours. Your tongue begged for entrance, her lips parted slightly, allowing your tongue to slip inside, you could taste the hint of lemon and honey from her afternoon tea.

Cordelia felt sparks ignite inside her like fireworks, a little fire burning inside her. Warmth spread throughout her whole body as she felt every inch of you pressing against her. She could smell your intoxicating perfume, fresh rose and jasmine. A scent she had begun to fall in love with. Cordelia leaned further against you, her grip on you tightened, her hand gripped yours pulling it to sotherin region.

Your other hand wandered towards her neck, hovering over. Gradually breaking the kiss, you don't miss the whimper that escaped her. Before giving her a break your hand wrapped around her throat, a loud moan erupted throughout the room. She leaned against your frame, she felt every nerve of her body light up. Her eyes rolled back and you tighten your grip on her neck.

The hand around her neck releases, allowing her to gasp a breath of air. She leaned heavily against you, her head falling against your neck, combing your fingers through her hair, faint moans escaped her parted lips as you tugged at her locks. Both of your heartbeats thud at the same rhyme, heat spreads between the two of you. Embracing the slim woman, you breathed her scent of floral and the earthy scent. You felt her lips peck against your neck. She moulded her body into you. Giving her hair one last soft tug, your hands run down her back across her backside. Your delicate touch caused the supreme to shiver, squeezing her backside you, enjoying the yelp that came from her mouth.

Moving your hand away from her backside, it moved to the front of her. Dangerously close to her core, your hand slipped between the waistband of her trousers and underwear. The pads of your fingers part her folds, her breath hitched in her throat and she jolted forward when the pads of your fingers touch her clit. She whined at the slight touch, wanting more, needing more and she was willing to beg for it. The fingers in her underwear trailed towards her entrance, you felt her arousal gather on the tip of your fingers. You teased at her entrance. "Y/N...Please. Please. Fuck me, please." She begged out, holding desperately on to you, your thumb was leisurely moving against her clit giving her some sensation but not nearly enough for her orgasm to build.

"Aw, Delia is she torturing you," Wilhemina said, with fake sympathy as she stalked into the greenhouse, her cane hitting the ground with force causing you to flick your eyes towards the redhead over Cordelia's shoulder. You move Cordelia's body to the side, clutching her close by.

Cordelia whined out, her breathing had gotten harsh. Wilhemina moved closer to the two of you, She stopped just behind Cordelia. She could slightly see your hand still in Cordelia's pants. It seemed that Cordelia also realised and she tentatively started moving against your hand. A smirk graced Wilhemina's lips, as she watched Cordelia hump against your hand for a few seconds.

"None of that, little one" Wilhemina snarked out, her cane tapping Cordelia's lower backside. The supreme toyed with her plump lips, undoubtedly enjoying being sandwiched between the two of you. She felt a pair of eager lips nibbling and sucking against her neck, exposing her neck to Wilhemina allowing her to mark her. Cordelia cried at the contact, shifting your hands slightly enough for her to feel tingly. She tumbled and shivered between the two of you, her knees buckled underneath her as two-fingers slipped inside of her entrance. "Oh, fuck." Cordelia cried out. You carried on with your movement for a moment, enjoying the moans spilling from your supreme.

"Why don't we take this into the bedroom?" You requested, receiving two sets of 'yes'.

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Wilhemina Venable x Reader - Who knew?

A/N: Hello everyone 💜 I'm back with another Mina fic. It's inspired by the song ,,Who knew'' from Pink.

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Sighing, you walk down the long corridors of your workplace. Today was unbearable for some reason. You had been an employee of Kineros Robotics for four years now. Sometimes it felt like you only just started there but today it felt like an eternity.

As you walk towards the meeting room, holding a folder in one hand and your coffee cup in the other, hoping the caffeine would help you wake up a little and somehow make this day end faster, you suddenly spot her. Graceful as ever she walked into the meeting room, her cane hitting off the floor hard, echoing through the walls.

You stop for a minute, taking in her beauty. The red hair, the perfect pony tale, the granny glasses that you used to make fun of, her beautiful makeup and the colour purple plastered all over the slightly taller woman. ,,Whats up, seen a ghost?'' one of your male coworkers giggles as he walks past you. You shake your head and roll your eyes before entering the room.

,,Good Morning'' you say as you enter, trying hard not to look at the redhead now sitting at the other end of the room. You take a seat as you wait for the meeting to begin. As per usual, your bosses Jeff and Mutt were late. It annoyed you how they never valued your time, or anyone elses for that matter as you still had a lot of work on your desk. You didn't realize until now that everyone was staring at you and you couldn't figure out the reason why. Just as you tried to speak up, your bosses walked in and the meeting started.

,,How is that project coming along?'' your thoughts are interrupted when one of your bosses addresses you. You swallow the lump in your throat before talking about the current status of the project and what you had worked on so far. You look around the room while explaining and try hard not to glimpse at Wilhemina. You knew that one look was enough to make you weak.

,,Sounds really good Ms. Y/N'' your boss announces before the male coworker from before agrees. ,,Don't you agree Ms. Venable?'' he questions and this takes you out of your thoughts.

,,Very good'' she coldly states as her brown eyes pierce straight into your soul. You had avoided eye contact with her for a long time. In-fact you don't think you had bared to really look into her eyes up until now as the past few months had been filled with too much pain.

You are pulled out of your thoughts when everyone gets up and your bosses saying how productive this meeting had been. You couldn't focus on anything that had been said as your thoughts kept wandering back to your past.

As you get up and gather your things, everyone had left and the redhead was just getting ready to leave when your male coworker stops you by the door. ,,What happened between you and Venny Bear?'' you swallow hard as you look at him and completely miss how fast Wilhemina had turned around at hearing those words.

The office had always suspected that you two had a thing going on, Wilhemina was usually very closed off at work, barely ever smiling or talking to anyone unless it was about work and absolutely necessary. However, when you started, her demeanor had changed slightly, despite it taking almost a year until she was open with you. Of course your bosses and coworkers had noticed as they suddenly saw Wilhemina as an actual person and not another robot they worked with.

,,Didn't last did it? we kinda always said that'' he carries on. Suddenly you are overwhelmed by anger and grief. Anger at his words. If you had known all those years ago when you first started seeing her, that someone had told you now it wouldn't last, you would have lost it completely. Grief overtakes second as the end of your relationship still haunted you to this very day. Her last words as she explained just why she couldn't do this but that she didn't want to hear you say a word about quitting. As you had worked too hard for you to just leave the position now. Equally you both knew she couldn't quit either having built the company from the ground.

As all of your emotions overtake you, you take a step forward, your eyes turning a darker colour. Wilheminas eyes widen as she sees your reaction. ,,How about you shut your mouth before I-'' you start, your fist clenching before you feel a hand grabbing yours. ,,He's not worth it Y/N'' you suddenly hear the redheads voice as you turn to face her. Your coworker had left as quickly as he could, intimidated by your sudden change of behaviour and definitely scared of Wilhemina and the fact she overheard the whole thing.

It feels as if time freezes right there, outside of the meeting room. Her brown concerned eyes meeting your angry ones. Slowly they turn a softer and calmer tone. Wihemina quickly lets go of your hand as she realizes she is still holding onto you? or holding you back? she isn't quite sure. As you feel her hand letting go, sadness washes over your face, despite your best efforts to hide it. Who knew that not having her hold your hand anymore would have such an effect on you? You miss her, her soft hand on yours, when she wasn't wearing her gloves. Her steady hand always finding yours whenever you needed it.

Wilhemina quickly clears her throat as her gaze averts yours. You try to think of what to say but somehow you can't find any words. You aren't sure whether to apologize for your behaviour or whether to be angry at her for hers in the past. As a result you simply give her a little nod as a thank you for keeping you from what was about to happen and the consequences of your actions before returning to your desk. Wilhemina walks the other way, towards her office and somehow the sound of your beating heart and her cane hitting the floor are in sync.

As you sit at your desk, trying to focus on your work, your thoughts keep travelling back to your ex lover, your Mina. Flashbacks wash over you like a hurricane and you drowning right in the middle of it. You remember how she took your hand and showed you how to do it all. She showed you how to love, taught you to laugh and how to not take everyone's crap all the time. She made you a lot stronger, you believed every word she had told you, every love confession and every single time she made you feel special.

Your relationship was quite the cliche. You had met her at work as she worked in HR. The first week was practically spent with her as she showed you around, or you heading to her desk every day dropping off some files. For the longest time you thought she was a bit strange. As she never really said a lot and the only times she did she insulted you but somehow you had liked it. You fell for her from the moment you first laid eyes on her but you thought she despised you, as she did with every other human being on the planet.

But suddenly it all changed, when she would drop by your desk, invite you to lunch at work, despite that being spent in utter silence the first couple of times. You had found out she never ate lunch other than alone in her office so you thought maybe she was ready to make a friend. However to Wilhemina you were always more than a friend. She saw something in you she hadn't really seen in anyone else before. She liked how you two could spend time in silence, how you wouldn't judge her or feel offended at her comments and how sometimes you even went along with it. Other than your looks, your humour but utter kindness were attractive to the woman, usually such a stranger to any type of affection, let alone the word love.

Wilhemina knew it wasn't a good idea considering this was both of your workplaces, however she couldn't keep herself from asking you to go get a coffee with her outside of work or inviting you to work on the projects your bosses had messed up, as a result you both having to work on the weekend. Even suggesting her own home just to do that. Her home was sacred to the woman and you knew when she first let you into that, that she had opened to you and the idea of you.

When she first kissed you, you felt like your feet were swept off the ground, thankful for the steady hand on your back, keeping you from loosing balance. Mina loved every single second she got to spend with you, especially the ones outside of work. Suddenly the usual loneliness she preferred was replaced by your presence. Usually quiet and lonely dinners were replaced by you sitting there, sometimes cooking for her and the late hours of the evening usually spend with a glass of wine, spend with you and two glasses of wine of course.

Suddenly the redhead enjoyed when you kissed her, she enjoyed holding your hand, the feeling of protection over you as she was ready to kill if anyone ever tried to hurt you in any way. Who knew that she would be the reason for your pain in the end?

,,Y/N?'' the sudden calling of your name interrupts the waves of flashbacks and pulls you back to shore. ,,Are you coming to lunch?'' another colleague asks. You think for a second before replying ,,I'm think I'm gonna skip today, still got a lot of work'' you point towards your computer. Your colleague simply smiles and nods, unknowing that since the meeting you hadn't even turned your computer back on, nor done any work.

Slowly you tell yourself it will be okay and that you need to get on with your projects. For the next half an hour you drown yourself in coding and work, not once taking your eyes off the screen or your thoughts off work. Meanwhile everyone other than your bosses joined for lunch in the cafeteria. The room is filled with quiet chattering, the occasional laughing when it suddenly stops altogether. Some eyes widen as they see Wilhemina walk in, holding onto her cane.

,,What is she doing here?'' one of them dares to mumble before Wilhemina glances at them. She quickly scans the room but even quicker turns around on her heels and leaves as she couldn't find what she came in here to look for. you.

The redhead makes her way over to your desk but halts as she sees you staring at your computer screen and tapping on the keyboard. She had no desire of course to eat in the cafeteria or any reason to be down here, as her office provided her with everything she needed, she came for you. She is worried about you, you not being the only one flooded by waves of flashbacks of the past.

Wilhemina remains by the door, watching you for a while, trying to find some sort of indication as to how you are feeling. However she is interrupted when she hears chattering again, knowing lunch was over by now, so she retreats back to her office. Just as she leaves you finally take a glimpse, knowing she was standing there all along, before continuing your work.

Somehow the day ended quicker than you originally thought as by your usual finish time, you manage to send the final project draft to your bosses. As you check your emails and calendar one more time, getting ready to go home, you are interrupted by your bosses. ,,Hey Y/N, great work on the project, can you go and take it to Ms. Venable? we are going to go hit the city, considering its a friday yk?''

Internally you roll your eyes but on the outside you simply politely agree as they walk off, joking about something, by now already high and probably drunk. ,,Shit'' you mumble, knowing you had to drop the project off at Wilhemina's desk but also not wanting another encounter for the day. For a second you consider just emailing it to her and leaving but you also knew she hates when things aren't done the proper way and final projects that need signing she usually prefers on her desk.

,,Guess I'll do it the right way then'' you think to yourself before opening the file and reading it again, making sure there are no mistakes whatsoever. After a couple of hours and several coffee breaks you finally have the finished project printed off on your desk, placed neatly in a folder and you finish by signing the last document. As you look at the time, you realize it had been four hours since everyone had left and you now realize you only did this so you could drop it on her desk and leave without any confrontation or having to face her again today.

You sign out of your computer, turn the little desk light off, grabbing your things before you walk out of the offices and head upstairs to her office. As you walk towards her office, the automatic ceiling lights turn on and you assume that did infact mean everyone left. As you enter her office, a familiar scent of lavender greeting you, you walk straight towards her desk.

As you look up, ready to place the project on the desk in front of you, you jump as you see Wilhemina sitting there. ,,Oh my god, Mi- Wilhemina I'm sorry'' you mumble, your voice shaking. ,,I thought you would have left by now'' you quickly add, feeling terrible for waltzing in and not noticing her there. She turns slightly on her chair, a hand holding onto her cane, her head slightly tilting before raising an eyebrow. Her mouth opens a little bit before she counters ,,What are you doing here so late?''.

You take a deep breath before explaining ,,Jeff and Mutt wanted me to pass the project to you for finalizing and signing''. You try to look anywhere but her eyes as you couldn't stand facing that pain again today. ,,And what took you so long? you finished the project several hours ago?'' she suggests, her tone changing into HR mode. ,,How?'' you start confused, your eyebrows furrowing.

,,Did you forget I was one of the recipients of the email?'' she asks, her words feeling like a slap in the face. You curse in your head for adding her to the recipient list instead of just Jeff and Mutt and how you didn't even notice it. ,,It's a friday night Y/N, we both know they wouldn't have signed it tonight and would ask you to pass it over to me''. she finally adds.

,,So you waited for hours for me to print it off and bring it to you?'' you counter, equally adapting your voice and slightly snappy. Your comment takes her by surprise as she stares at you. You quickly feel bad and apologize ,,I'm sorry Wilhemina, I wanted to make sure to hand it to you properly and it took a while for me to-'' but she interrupts you again. ,,Please Y/N we both know you wouldn't have sent it to your bosses if it wasn't really finished, and we both know you don't need four hours for printing and signing''. she interrupts you yet again.

,,Fine, what do you want me to say?'' you snap, your feelings suddenly taking over and the little voice in your head telling you to stay professional fading word by word. ,,Admit it, you didn't want to see me'' she suggests. The silence that follows is louder than any words could ever be. ,,My my'' she simply mumbles as she looks at you with those brown eyes again.

This was one of the few occasions where you had no idea what Wilhemina wants from you. Does she want you to snap at her? lay out your feelings and confront her with them? Does she want you in trouble? Does she want you to admit you did something you shouldn't have?.

,,Who knew you would go through such lengths to avoid me?'' she adds after a long silence and this is it, the last straw. Your emotions suddenly take over you, in addition of the long day and encounter from earlier today you couldn't hold back the things you had been meaning to say to her for a while now.

,,Who knew?'' you suddenly snap repeating her words.

,,Who knew that seeing you every single day was this unbearable?, Who knew that after all these years you would be long gone? Who knew that your forever was a lie`? Who knew I would do anything to touch you again, kiss you again and feel you again?'' you say

,,Who knew you would be the one breaking my heart, after all the promises you made me to make sure to never let anyone hurt me?Who knew time makes it so much harder? seeing you every day at work and you visiting me in my dreams when I am not in this god damn building?'' you carry on

,,Who knew I would miss you this damn much? ''

As you finish, you realize all of the things you just said, the tears streaming down your face and your knees feeling wobbly suddenly. Your eyes widen a little bit as you look up to see the redheads reaction.

You missed her initial reaction when you started speaking, a smirk in the beginning that with every single word falters to sad smile and a frown. Wilhemina expected a reaction, she wanted you to react and even provoke you a little but not like this. The redhead never expected it to hurt so much, who knew?

Who knew that Wilhemina would also feel those exact words that came from your mouth. every single detail. Who knew Wilhemina in that moment just wants to pull you into her embrace, press her lips onto yours but she can't.. not now. Not after everything that had happened and how she hurt you and ended things.

As you look up, Wilhemina isn't sitting at her desk anymore, suddenly she stands in front of you. Her eyes meeting yours, sad eyes. Wilhemina pulls you in anyway, despite everything within her telling her not to do this, not make the same mistake of hurting you again. She almost loses her balance as her lips move closer and eventually meet yours. Her cane isn't in the right spot for her to stand and bend slightly, so in response you wrap your arm around her and feel her breath hitch.

Suddenly you feel her smile into the kiss as her lips finally meet yours, a wave of feelings overtaking you, the familiar scent clouding your senses, your lips moving in sync and hearts beating in sync as well. You aren't sure whether you are supposed to still be angry, confused even because you most definitely are. But her lips, her lips on yours again, the feeling that you have been craving for months now. After all this time. Something so intimate and personal, so.. not Wilhemina.

She does love you? Who knew?

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Interview (Part 2) - ML

Summary: Your interview with Michael Langdon leaves you lost for words.

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His lips raised into a pleased smirk as I reached forward and took his hand. He led me back down the stairs I had just ascended; his familiar office doors opening on their own accord and closing once we'd walked in.

Instead of leading me to his desk, Langdon pulled me to the seats in front of the fire again.

"I do hope the seats are to your liking today Miss Dubois." He teased from our first encounter together.

I breathed out a small laugh before replying, "Indeed they are Mr Langdon."

He placed his right hand on my lower back, dangerously close to the top of my rear as he lowered me down into the chair.

Once he'd removed his hands, I thought he was going to sit back down in the opposite chair; and he did to a degree. He stepped a few paces back and dragged the chair to where he was stood, so that he was sat directly in front of me.

At the realisation of our proximity, I sucked in a breath and scooted as far back into my seat as I could, avoiding eye contact with him.

"Comfortable?"

"Extremely," I replied, "Aren't the interviews meant to take place at your desk?"

"Since it's so late I figured we'd be more comfortable in a more relaxed setting; not quite as formal."

"I see." At this point I remembered where my last interview had gone wrong, and I was determined not to have a repeat.

"How's your lip feeling?"

"Fine."

"And your eyebrow?"

"Good thank you."

"I know you're lying." He stated calmly, not an ounce of malice or aggression in his voice, just a sense of tranquillity. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why bother lying when you know I'll see right through it and ultimately will get you nowhere?"

"It's what you want to hear isn't it?" I asked almost defeatedly, it didn't seem like I could do anything right. I tell the truth, I get kicked out; I lie, I get in trouble.

"The only thing I want to hear fall from those lips is the truth, your truth. Not Venable's or Mead's. Yours."

"Okay." I choked out, my neck was becoming very restricted from my grey dress and it made it quite hard to breath.

"You may undo your dress my dear, whatever makes you most comfortable."

"I'm fine, thank you Mr Langdon." I insisted, pulling my collar from my neck again.

"Tell me, about Ms Dinah Stevens." He first demanded.

"Well from what I can tell, she's one of the most normal purples just from the fleeting moments I've been in her company; she tends to try and think positively and blends in I suppose." I explained without trouble, thankfully my dress had decided to back off a little so I could actually breath.

"What about her son, Andre?"

"Andre is definitely more open and opinionated; he does not hold back when he wants to say something, and I'm pretty sure he-" I stopped myself from finishing that sentence, thinking Langdon wouldn't exactly be pleased to hear the end.

"Yes?" Langdon asked me with curiosity, waving his hand to urge me to continue.

"Nothing, nothing that's it." I dismissed, shaking my head and looking down at the ground.

For some reason this caused my dress to get tighter around my neck again, so I had to pull it away but to no avail. It felt as though I was suffocating, the ground getting fuzzier as I was gasping for air. My eyes got watery and my fingers were white from the strength I was using to claw the fabric away from my throat. I had a ringing in my ears and my face was hot from the lack of oxygen in my lungs.

When I thought that was it for me, the pressure disappeared and the ringing in my ears stopped. My chest heaved from the exertion of trying to breath and tears streamed down my face as I collapsed to my knees on the floor.

"Deep breaths darling, in and out, there's a good girl." Langdon spoke softly, suddenly appearing next to me, rubbing his large hand up and down my back and stabilising me with his other hand on my arm. It was at this time I realised my back was cold. In curiosity, I looked back to see the source of cold to find my dress completely ripped, leaving the material hanging off my shoulders and me in my undergarments we were made to wear beneath the dresses.

"What happened?" I asked hoarsely, barely being able to contain myself from going into a panicked hysteria at the fact I nearly got choked out by a dress.

"You started gasping from the tightness of your dress' collar, next thing I knew you were on the floor coughing, crying and screeching from the lack of air so I had to rip the back open in order to remove the material from your neck." Langdon explained to me, holding me upright so I could still breath but keeping the both of us on our knees. I knew there was something off about his story but I was in no condition to start questioning him about it now.

"Oh." I replied still out of breath. All the crying and stretching of my face had now aggravated my wounds from earlier in the day, making them sting and begin bleeding again.

"I have to go," I heaved, now that the initial adrenaline had worn off all I felt was complete embarrassment about the situation at hand.

"Don't even think about it," Langdon commanded me, still holding on tight to my arms, "since this occurred in my whereabouts, I shall see to it you are fit and healthy before you leave."

"Mr Langdon that really isn't necessary I can do it myself."

"Michael, my name is Michael." He told me, guiding me to stand up gently and holding me so I could use him as a support beam of sorts. "This is the part where you tell me your name," he whispered teasingly with a cheeky smile I couldn't resist.

"Maribella." I answered.

"Perfect," Michael whispered to himself, bending down to tenderly pick me up in his arms, "Come. I shall get you all cleaned up."

Considering I was held securely in his arms, I would have no choice in the matter. Michael led me through another door in his office which led to his bedroom. It was fittingly decorated how I would've imagined and extremely spacious. He set me back down after checking I could stand on my own and let me perch on the edge of his very soft and comfortable bed; obviously adorned with black and red silk covers.

"While I run you a bath take off those scraps of clothes and your undergarments. Just leave them next to you." Michael called through from the bathroom, diverting my attention from the alluring bed sheets.

I started doing as he said, only because it was the middle of the night and after the whole day's affairs I felt completely exhausted. For some reason, only when I was completely naked, did it occur to me I had nothing to cover up with.

"Uhh, Langdon?" I called through to him hesitantly, hoping and praying to God he wouldn't walk through the doors and see me stood here stark naked like an idiot.

"Call me Michael, and yes?" He answered, luckily still from inside the bathroom.

"I've fucked up." I responded with a sigh, now absolutely defeated. I stepped backwards from my spot and sat on the edge of the bed cross-legged with my head in my hands, cautious of my eye, not caring if Michael walked in and saw me naked, unlike moments ago.I was tired and hungry and all I wanted to do was crawl into a hole away from civilisation for a few days, or months, or years.

"In what way?"

"I don't have anything to cover up with and I already took off all my clothes." I said disheartened, on the verge of another crying session.

Before I could, a soft, warm blanket was wrapped around my shoulders and dropped down my back along with a hand removing my own from my face.

"No need for tears love, go and enjoy your bath." Michael instructed me, giving me and encouraging nudge towards the bathroom as he stayed put.

I sulkily stood and moved towards the bathroom door, just before I went in I looked back to Michael and he gave me a small smile as he stayed sat on the bed. I entered the room fully and closed the door behind me, locking it just in case.

As I turned around, directly in front of me was what looked like a king sized bathtub; surrounding it were pre-lit candles that gave the room an overall orangey glow. Suddenly feeling eager to relax in the water, I removed the blanket from my shoulders, folded it, and placed it on the closed toilet seat near the bath. I stepped one foot in at a time cautiously, testing the heat of the water before sinking my whole body in completely.

It was heavenly. The warmth wrapped around me like a cloak and almost felt like it was massaging the tension out of my muscles. I stretched my neck out in a circle and flexed my toes to the ceiling feeling nothing but complete euphoria as I simply led there. I must've stayed in there for at least an hour before I heard Michael knock the door.

"My dear Maribella?" He called softly through the locked door.

"Yes Michael?" I answered slowly, indicating how lethargic I had become from the bath.

"Don't you think it's time to come out now, it is rather late and I have some things I want to go over with you."

For some reason it had completely slipped my mind that I was in Michael's room and he was probably waiting for me to leave so he could sleep. My eyes widened in realisation, now feeling far more awake than I was, I leapt out of the bath and grabbed the blanket, wrapping it around myself as a towel and trying to dry off as quickly as I could.

"Yes, of course!" I answered eventually, wrapping the blanket around my partially dry body and going over to unlock the door; swinging it open to see Michael stood directly in front of me, his height meaning he towered over me so I had to look up to make eye contact with him.

"No need to rush, we have all the time we need," he explained gently, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me out of the bathroom to the centre of his room, "let's get you dry and dressed."

"I can go back to my room and get my nightwear, after all I'll be going back there anyway." I suggested.

"No you won't." Michael mentioned as casually as anything, walking away from me and towards his chest of drawers that I assume had his pyjamas in them.

"Excuse me?" I asked confused.

"Here-" he passed me a pair of black cotton shorts and a matching black cotton flannel shirt-"put those on and then we'll talk."

"Can you turn around?" I asked, holding my 'towel' up in one hand and the clothes in my other.

"Of course." He obeyed, turning around as I quickly slid the clothes on and folded the blanket up, keeping it in my arms.

"Okay, you can turn around again." I told him quietly.

He spun round to me, smiling once he'd seen I'd done as he instructed and walked over towards me with his hand held out.

"The blanket love, I don't want you getting wet again. At least, not with the water." He said with a sly smirk, knowing exactly what intentions his words hid. "So what is it you wanted to talk about?" I asked in a rush to try and ignore his previous comments, taking a seat on the edge of his bed and running my hands along my thighs to rid the nervous sweat that had gathered there.

Michael took a seat beside me and patted his hand on my thigh in a somewhat comforting manner, making me nervous for whatever he was about to say. He sighed before he started talking.

"Our first interview, did you notice how you experienced a flurry of emotions. One moment you were nervous, the next you became angry with no exact reason?" He began.

"I suppose." I said; looking back I realised the bought of anger I experienced really didn't have a lot of meaning and it was out of character for me. Even if I'm irritated with something, I can usually keep quiet with no effort at all.

"And you felt defensive and almost possessive, over yourself?"

"I guess." I replied, extremely confused. As if sensing my building frustration again, Langdon removed his hand from my thigh and put his arm around my waist.

"Those emotions you felt were because of our souls bonding together. You are made for me by my father, to rule by my side in the new world. I need you, and sooner than you think, you'll need me too. All I'm asking is for you to give me your trust, your patience and eventually your love and I will handle everything else. Please just give me a chance to earn your affection and I'll give you everything you want and need."

I didn't respond for a while. I didn't really know how to feel. On one hand, having someone to love and take care of me for my life sounded quite nice and considering the state of the world, I wouldn't have many options; however I have just met him and don't really know anything about Michael.

"Maribella?" Michael jolted me from my thoughts and gave my waist a small squeeze.

"Who's your father?" I asked dazedly.

"Would you believe me if I told you it's the Devil and I'm the Anti-Christ?" He replied gently with an almost teasing tone in his voice, giving my shoulder a soft nudge.

"Probably not."

"Then its not important."

I breathed out a light laugh and relaxed my shoulders to slump slightly. Michael smiled down at me and tugged me to lay against his chest, my head nestled just beneath his and comfortably tucked into his neck.

"Will you give me a chance?" He whispered to me carefully as if not to disrupt the peace between us.

"Yes." I replied without hesitation.

Michael breathed out a sigh of relief and his shoulders sagged, if it was even possible he pulled me further into his embrace and sort of rocked us in a sideways motion.

"I promise you won't regret this." He told me delicately, kissing the crown of my head. "Come on, lets go to bed."

Michael stood up and pushed my legs to scoot me down the bed until my head met the pillows, where I rolled my head in them, indulging in their softness. He left the end of the bed and went back to the drawer he went in earlier to pick some pyjamas for himself to wear and got quickly dressed in some plain black pyjama trousers but no shirt.

He climbed into bed with me and pulled the covers around us, almost blocking us off from the rest of the outpost. The lights and some candles had all gone out too, leaving us in utter darkness apart from the select candles that only gave us a glimpse of each other as we led on our sides, facing each other.

"Michael?" I whispered into the dark.

"Yes lovely?" He whispered back.

"What did you do with my clothes?" I asked in curiosity; after seeing Michael change it occurred to me I hadn't seen my ripped dress anywhere.

"I burned them, you'll have no use for them now." He said nonchalantly, gazing into my eyes with his brilliant blue ones.

"What do you mean?"

Michael huffed before answering me, "Darling, you are going to now have as much power as I do in this place. You won't be cleaning or dusting or serving anyone; or be anyone's punching bag," He hinted to the cuts and bruises still on my face. "You'll be a leader, a queen. You should never have been and no longer will be anyone's servant."

"What about Venable?" I asked timidly.

"What about her?"

"What will happen to her and Mead?"

"They will be punished for laying their hands on you in a harmful way, nothing you need concern yourself with, and then...let's just say I have a plan in motion. Come now, it's late and you've had a long day; let's sleep." He commanded, pulling my body to his and tightening the covers around our body; and for the first time since my arrival, I slept peacefully and heavily like I did before the bombs. ~~~~ I roused later than usual the next morning, enjoying how oddly comfortable my bed felt and the warmth that encased me. Then I opened my eyes and realised I wasn't in my room, but in one much nicer than my own; and the events of last night came flooding back.

I sat back against the headboard and rubbed my eyes to wake up a bit more, stretching my legs out and yawning.

"Someone's sleepy." Michael's voice came teasingly from the bathroom. I opened my eyes and gave him a sleepy smile, causing him to chuckle and come and join me again in bed under the covers.

"What's gonna happen today?" I asked huskily, still not fully awake.

"Today I'll be fetching you breakfast, continuing the interviews and speaking to Ms Venable and Ms Mead about their behaviour last night all while you will be in here resting and relaxing. If you'll allow me to I'd like to heal you as well." Michael finished, playing with my fingers on my hand closest to him.

"We don't have enough cubes for breakfast, we're on a shortage of food," I told him; the purples had only enough food for one cube, the greys got half a cube; if we were lucky.

"You won't be having cubes, trust me dear. Not to mention you're terribly underweight and need the nutrients of actual food to regain your energy." He explained gently, moving his hand up my arm and round my waist.

"I have a few questions." I stated, wanting to get a grip on as many things as I could.

"Of course." He complied.

"Do you have time for them now?"

"If that was one of the questions, yes; if it wasn't the answer is still yes." He told me jokingly, lying us both back down again like we were last night.

"Just now, you said you could heal me. What does that mean?" I began in my questions.

"You know how last night I said I was the Anti-Christ and the Devil is my father?" He started.

"Yes." I recalled.

"Well believe it or not, that's true. I am a warlock so I have...special abilities, lets say. Because of who my father is, I have extra abilities and enhanced abilities; one of which is being able to heal myself and also the ones I choose to have around me, which for the record is only you. If you'll let me use my magic on you, I can heal your lip and eyebrow so it won't cause you as much pain." Michael explained, stroking his hand delicately along the side of my face.

"Alright, show me what you've got Harry Potter." I joked, but by the look of confusion on Michael's face, he didn't get the joke. "He's a wizard in a film franchise." I expanded, luckily Michael shook it off and started telling me what I needed to do.

"All I need you to do for this to work is close your eyes and relax, think about anything you want but just remain still and calm."

"Okay." I agreed, thinking of the one place that made me happiest. I felt an odd sensation on the injured parts of my face, almost like it was burning but without the pain.

"Okay, open your eyes, its all done." Michael said. I opened them and saw him smiling widely at me. "You look even more beautiful."

"Thank you, now can I continue with my questions?"

"Proceed."

I laughed before beginning my questioning again. "Last night, you said the blood on my dress made me smell good. Have you got a blood kink or something?" I asked remembering his strange comment from the previous evening.

"To me, blood is, shall we say an aphrodisiac of sorts. Don't worry, you'll understand it more as time goes on."

"Okay, what about my dress? How did it suddenly get so tight it could strangle me?"

"I was afraid you were going to ask that." Michael sighed making me curious. "Last night, when we were sat after curfew, I was having your soul bonded to mine. I felt your frustrations and deflation and turned that into anger. Unintentionally, I made the dress tighter instead of loosening it and when I got out of that cloud of anger, you almost fainted from lack of oxygen. I ran around to your seat and ripped your dress as fast as I could and luckily you stayed awake. I'm sorry Maribella, I vow to you it will never happen again in any way, shape or form."

"So it was unintentional?" I asked in order to be clear.

"Completely. That has been and will be the only time I loose control like that ever." Michael promised me, his hand searching for mine and grasping it tightly when he did.

"Its okay Michael, I forgive you." I told him, feeling his overwhelming sense of guilt starting to build up. I ran my thumb over his knuckles in what I hoped was a comforting gesture.

"Thank you, my love."

We stayed just staring at each other and enjoying the moment when Michael sighed and moved to a sat up position. I stayed led down and simply looked up at him, watching to see what he was doing.

"You're so pretty, you know that?" Michael said all of a sudden.

I giggled at his sudden confession and answered him with a smile on my face. "You're pretty too."

"I'm pretty?" He replied questioningly. I laughed again before answering.

"Yeah, you've got cute little dimples that show through when you really smile, a smooth voice that could send anyone into a trance. Your eyes get somehow brighter when there's less light, but even when there is light they're still the brightest things in the room. You've got the facial bone structure of a God and perfectly symmetrical eyebrows that would make anyone jealous, not to mention your eyelashes that I would die for. Your hair looks like it's always done and doesn't even need you to brush it and it falls effortlessly down your shoulders-"

Michael cut me off by molding his cool lips onto my own, my eyes fluttered shut of their own accord and I was left helpless by the feeling of him.

[getlostsquidward]

You’ve got me tied down (NSFW)

Wilhemina Venable x fem!reader

A/N: Hello. I know I said I’ll be taking a break from fic writing but I just can't resist this one. Did I write this instead of my assignment? Yes. Title from Stockholm Syndrome by One Direction

WARNINGS: 18+. NSFW. SMUT. PWP. D/s themes.

MINORS DNI

“Ms. Venable? There’s a man here claiming to have an appointment with Mr. Pfister and Mr. Nutter. Shall I send him up?”

The receptionist’s calls went on Wilhemina’s one ear and out in the other as she leaned her head back against her chair with a pleased hum.

Glancing down at your head between her thighs, her breath hitched as your tongue made contact with her cunt. You were underneath the table in Venable’s office where anyone could walk in on the two of you. Not like Wilhemina cares, but she’d rather keep this between the two of you.

“I love seeing you like this, pet.”

Venable rasped as she carded her fingers through your hair, harshly tugging at the base of your skull, a warning for you to stop your teasing.

The receptionist called again, “Ms. Venable? He said his name is Mr. St. Pierre Vanderbilt and he has an appointment with-”

“Yes. Yes, send him up.”

If your tongue weren’t busy lapping up Wilhemina’s folds, you would have chuckled at the lack of sarcastic quip she sent in the receptionist’s way. A surge of pride coursed in your veins knowing you have an effect on the purple dragon, as everyone in the building calls her. Instead, you moaned against her cunt, peering at her through your lashes as her eyes rolled back.

Venable straightened her blouse and cleared her throat as the man entered her office.

“Good afternoon, I'm here to see Jeff Pfister and Mutt Nutter.”

The hand that was in your hair found its way back on the top of the table. “Very well. Let me call my assistant so she can show you the way.”

She leaned back against her chair, the telephone handset in her ear. Her eyes sought yours, raising an eyebrow at you encouraging you to finish your job.

Always eager to please her, you responded by sucking her clit and pushing a finger inside. This earned you a surprised “Oh” as you feel her clench your finger.

“Oh- Okay. I see.”

She was quick to cover her moan before slamming the telephone back. “I’m terribly sorry for keeping you wait. It seems as though my assistant Y/N had left her place and has better things to do. I’m afraid you will have to go to their office by yourself. It’s that way.”

“It’s fine. Thank you.”

Mr. St. Pierre Vanderbilt replied and went in the direction Wilhemina showed him. When she was sure he was out of sight and earshot, her hand quickly tugged at your hair, shoving you impossibly closer to her dripping cunt.

“You’re in trouble, pet. Now be a good girl and I’ll consider rewarding you instead.”

Arousal was pooling in your panties as she tightened her hold on your hair and ground her pussy against your face, chasing her approaching orgasm. You never strayed your eyes on her face, always loving the blissed-out reaction. You moaned, the vibrations sending Wilhemina into ecstasy.

She pulled her chair away so she can see you. You on your knees, the lower half of your face glistening with her juice, and your eyes blown dark was a sight Wilhemina Venable will never be tired of.

“Come here. Kiss me, little one.”

[minasmelody]

Candy Crush

Wilhemina Venable x Reader

Words: 540

Summary: just a fluffy of you and your girlfriend having a cozy day cuddling and playing games.

Spotting my girlfriend lying on our bed I climb on it to cuddle with her. Wilhemina’s hair is all loosen over the pillow, she’s wearing a no-sleeve nightgown and her purple IPad is on her hands.

I hug her and she kisses my head right away but rapidly turns her attention back to the large screen, making me frown from the lack of attention.

“What are you doing there?” I put my hand in front of the screen because I know it annoys her.

“Stop it, babe, it’s just a game I downloaded yesterday, I’m addicted.” She adjusts her glasses and rolls her eyes in a playfully way. I approach the screen to see what’s the exquisite thing that has Wilhemina attention but it’s only a normal game.

“You’re playing candy crush? No way! I certainly lived to see Ms. Venable playing candy crush.” I make a surprised face just to annoy her a bit more and then laugh.

“C’mon babe it’s not a big deal and you know that I don’t like when you call me that, not anymore.”

“You surely didn’t complain about it last night.” I smirk at her and she rolls her eyes again.

"Stop being a brat and come play with me your little fool." Wilhemina kisses my forehead and I turn to her to seal our lips together.

Adjusting myself on her chest and hugging the redhead again, I observe what she’s doing on the screen.

“I can’t believe you’re already on level 122. Didn’t you download it yesterday?”

“I told you, it’s addicting.”

“Not as addicting as you, my love”  I giggle in response and adjust myself on her chest so we can play together.

We spend the whole rest of the afternoon playing, I used to like this game so it isn’t necessary for her to explain me the rules, which I think made her a little disappointed, because Wilhemina loves rules, but she rapidly gets over it as we both get emerged on the match.

We only realize it’s dinner time when our stomachs start growling, by that hour we’re already on level 150 and our eyes are really tired.

“My eyes hurt, I think I need some glasses.” I say while getting up from bed and wearing my flip flops.

“I told you that weeks ago and you didn’t pay me attention, you’ve been complaining about it since then.” Mina says on that ‘I warned you’ tone of hers and I roll my eyes, she’s so sweet worrying about me.

The dinner goes on normally and we talk about everything and nothing, just enjoying our time together, not remembering about work or anything that can be stressful. After we finish, Wilhemina cleans the table and I wash the dishes, leaving everything clean to use in the morning at breakfast.

We prepare ourselves to bed and after laying I get my cellphone to answer some messages before sleeping but Wilhemina rapidly takes it from my hands and hugs me before I can complain.

“No more screens today, just you and me, my love.” I just hum in response to her warm embrace and she kisses my forehead. I can feel her skin and the silky purple pajama against my skin while we enjoy our rest of the night until falling asleep.