#cordelia goode fanfiction

[crown-ov-horns]

I was possessed by some strange fanfiction Muse, so I wrote this. Seriously, what's Michael x Cordelia ship name?..

And yes, Leviathan is very upset she's sober in this situation.

[buttercandy16]

Characters I'd write for: (Send in Requests)

Rebecca Ferguson

Lady Jessica

Rose the Hat

Jenny Lind

Gwendoline Christie

Larissa Weems

Lucifer Morningstar

Sarah Paulson

Cordelia Goode

Diane Sherman

Mildred Ratched

Wilhemina Venable

Sally McKenna

Lana Winters

Cate Blanchett

Lady Galadriel

Lou Miller

Carol Aird

Lydia Tar

Lana Parrilla

Regina Mills

Rita Castillo

Trina Decker

RE Women

Lady Alcine Dimitrescu

Mother Miranda

Donna Beneviento

Jessica Lange

Fiona Goode

Sister Jude

[stayevildarling]

American Horror Story Masterlist:

One shots:

Cordelia Goode:

Fix you ✩

Take my hand, Take my whole life too

On different ways ❆

In the silence

Diary

Traitor - Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5, Pt 6, Pt 7, Pt 8

Mildred Ratched:

First sight

Sick

Audrey Tindall

Chasing you

Wilhemina Venable

When the time is right - Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3

Sick

Who knew?

Holding on for dear life

Fade into you

Safe and Sound

Billie Dean Howard

The haunting of your medium

I wanna be yours ✾

Until I found you

It's you

Craving ✾

You can‘t escape my affection ✾

Like I can

Slow dancing in a burning room

Ally Mayfair Richards

Heart like mine

✩ = mental health, ✾ = smut, ❆ = no happy ending

[lotties-ashwagandha]

CURSED (nsfw)

billie dean howard x gn!reader, word count 1.2k

the premiere of the new season of billie's show gets rescheduled last minute, but you have a way to take her mind off the disappointment.

A harsh silence enveloped the two of you. You were sitting at the edge of Billie’s bed, and you watched as she set her phone down on the vanity and began to pace the length of the room. 

The premiere of her show had been rescheduled on short notice. You were meant to fly out with her tomorrow for press meetings, interviews, every opportunity for recognition Billie deserved for her work. Your suitcases were packed and ready at the foot of the bed. 

Billie looked into the mirror of the vanity, sighing as she fixed a non-existent flaw of her eye makeup with the edge of her pale pink acrylics. 

You were at a loss for what to do – you had tried comforting her verbally, but she had barely said a word to you in the minutes after receiving the call. She got like this often when she was upset, silent and uninterested and cynical. 

You stood from the bed. Tentatively you stepped toward her. You placed your hands on her waist when you came up behind her, resting your chin on her shoulder and watching her reflection in the mirror. 

Disappointment swam in her eyes as she stared unfocused into her own reflection. You knew how much she had been looking forward to the premiere. Even if it would take place in a few weeks instead of tomorrow, the two of you had been planning this weekend for months. 

“I’m sorry,” you said softly, “that it was canceled. I know how excited you were.” 

Billie nodded, taking one of your hands in her own. She offered you a halfhearted smile in the reflection of the mirror. “You didn’t cause it, don’t apologize.” 

In response, you pressed a kiss to her neck, the junction where her neck met her shoulder. After a moment you kissed her again, and began to move up her neck, trailing kisses up to her jaw. You felt her relax slightly under your touch, a great sigh leaving her chest. 

Billie turned in your arms. She kissed you, bringing a hand up to rest at your jaw and looping her arms around you. The kiss was almost lazy, natural and reflexive to the two of you. You were overcome by the love evident in her touch. 

She pulled away only for a moment before capturing your lips again. This time, you felt hunger in her embrace – in the way her lips met yours in a way dripping with desperation, in the way she was backing you towards the bed. 

You denied your instinct to let her push you onto the bed – you wanted this, and she did too, but you wanted to give her more. You wanted her to feel the same euphoria she often gave you before herself, especially after the evening’s disappointment. She needed distraction, as was evident in every moment you spent in her arms, and you were always willing to give it. 

You turned her, reversing your positions. A look of surprise came over her features as the backs of her thighs pressed against the bed. 

You hadn’t said anything, but she nodded at the proposed switch in roles, and when you tried to push her down onto the bed, she let you. Billie pulled you down on top of her, slipping her hands under the hem of your shirt and letting them travel up your back. In a moment of impatience she pulled your shirt off and tossed it to the floor. 

You grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. “Keep them there,” you warned her with a stern look, and she smiled at you in amusement. You hardly ever took dominance over her, it was foreign to both of you, but you were enjoying it. 

“This is new,” she taunted, unserious, yet you could see the desire clawing at her through the mask of her ego. “You’re learning, and so well.” 

You shook your head, brushing off her comment. You didn’t give her the satisfaction of an answer, pulling off her blouse and attaching your lips to her chest. Her breath caught as you trailed kisses down her sternum, nipping at her chest, leaving marks in your wake as you traveled down her abdomen. 

“You’re so beautiful,” you murmured into her skin, and a slight blush overtook her features. She shifted restlessly – her anticipation was evident, beautiful in the fervor with which she needed you. You understood why she was usually so addicted to you underneath her, you were drunk on the power of having her need nothing in the world but you. 

You moved between her legs, and instinctively her hips bucked toward you. As you pulled the rest of her clothes off she let out another sigh, this time out of pleasure, out of desire. 

With air-light touches you caressed her thighs. Slowly you kissed up the length of them, watching her expression closely. Desperation overtook her features, and her breath was shaky. One of her hands had moved to weave into your hair, a wordless plea for your attention. 

Just as she thought relief would finally come between her thighs, you moved away. With a look of satisfaction you climbed back up her body, straddling her, leaning down to kiss her. 

“What are you doing?” she asked in a whine. No one ever denied Billie anything, especially you. 

You shrugged. You trailed your hand down her abdomen, let it rest at her hip as you watched her squirm. “Beg.” 

She scoffed. She shook her head. “I’m not begging.” 

With a tantalizing smile you moved your hands away. Her only form of contact was the way you were straddling her. “Prove how much you want this. Beg for it, or you get nothing.” 

She sighed, and desire won over her pride, though it was not without a battle of ego. “Please,” she said. “Please, I need this. You know I need this, I need you.” 

You considered her words a victory, one of the scarce victories of dominance you took over her. In reward you slipped back between her legs. Finally relief came to her, your tongue sliding through her wetness. Billie moaned, her hips bucking into you again. You held them down, circling your arms around her tense thighs. 

You focused yourself on her clit, noting every response her body gave to your ministrations. Her moans, her whines let freely go as you slipped two fingers into her. She gasped, her new grip in your hair tightening dramatically as you set a pace that was quickly ruining her. 

Though earlier she had been utterly opposed that you’d made her beg, quiet pleas spilled from her lips as you brought her closer to the edge. Your name on her tongue like a curse, like poison you would drink from the fountain of your devotion. 

“Cum for me,” you murmured when she was close, and her body responded immediately – you coaxed her through her climax, the pace of your tongue and your hand working in sequence to prolong it as much as you could for her. 

When she came down from it, you pulled away. You laid at her side, pulling her into you to press a kiss to her shoulder and then to her lips, the two of you engulfed in the softness of her newfound peace. Billie relaxed into your embrace, letting you hold her as exhaustion overtook her. Peace found you both in inexplicable wonder, anxiety cursed in your devotion.

[dreamypqulson]

— birthday girl pt.6

summary: april celebrates her fourth birthday with her new found family.

pairing: cordelia goode x misty day x april!oc

warnings: none

word count: 1600

note: i’m back!! had to start back off with my april fics OFC :) i hope it’s good i haven’t wrote in months!!

pt. 1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 | pt.5 | pt.6

Cordelia and Misty gazed lovingly at each other in their bed until April eventually stirred. That night, she had decided that she was going to cling onto Cordelia. It was one of the habits that they were trying to break. They were trying to get her to sleep in her own bed, but she was the birthday girl so neither of them could deny her that night.

Aprils dark eyelashes batted open and her thumb that rested against her cheek found its way back into her mouth. She smiled when she saw Cordelia. The older woman smiled back with her tongue between her teeth, and she brushed away the stray hair that fell against Aprils eyes.

"Good morning, birthday girl," Cordelia was the first to say, her voice merely above a whisper.

The little girl giggled at the name and it only increased when her other mother kissed her cheek and said the same exact thing. "Morning mommies," her voice muffled with the thumb still in her mouth. She was finally turning that age where Cordelia and Misty had to start breaking these habits. They knew it would be tough; the only time she wasn't sucking her thumb was when she were using her hands to play or eat. The only nights she wasn't sleeping with her mothers was well...never. They both knew that this had to do with a comfort and separation anxiety thing.

"Happy birthday, sunshine. Ya gettin' so old on me!"

"Four, mama!" April held up three fingers as she spoke and the women chuckled at her. The only reason she knew how old she was turning was because the girls had been bringing it up to her for the entire week leading up. Everyone was just so excited for her.

"One more finger, baby. That's three," Cordelia corrected with a laugh. April held up another finger and smiled the biggest she could at her mom. "There you go! Good job, my love." She kissed April's cheek.

"Cake!" April finally said. And both women knew it was coming. That was April's favorite part of birthday's. She loved sweets but something about birthday cake always seemed extra special. "Cake! Cake, mommies!" The little blonde continued when her mothers didn't answer promptly.

"Cake after dinner, sweet tooth. How about we have some of mommies amazing breakfast to hold us off?" Misty winked at Cordelia. One thing about the supreme is that she knows how to cook and Misty loves to eat everything she makes.

Minutes later and Cordelia carried the girl on her hip all the way down to the kitchen. Misty trailed behind them with a bright smile. They had both planned the day out ahead of time, specialized just for the birthday girl.

It was Aprils fourth birthday but first one celebrating it at the academy. Celebrating it with her new second mother. Cordelia just had to make it special for her girl. And she would for the many years to come.

Misty always tried to do the best she could in the swamp with no money. She would always find a way to make April a cake even if it was from scratch. She would make flower crowns with her and let her play in the mud for how forever long she wants. And as much as the little girl loved that, Misty was happy that her daughter was finally going to be able to experience a real put-together birthday.

When the three of them got down there, there had already been a happy birthday sign above the doorway, and a special pink balloon with a four on it tied onto April's chair. However, the little girl was more intrigued by the pile of presents in the corner of the room.

Later last night when April was asleep, the girls had willingly helped the two mothers with decorating. And had even bought April their very own gifts -Madison possibly going overboard.

"Mama look! Look! Presents!" April wasn't greedy but she knew those presents were for her and she so wanted to just rip them all open. She tugged on the hem of Misty's sleep shorts to get her attention when Cordelia went over to start breakfast.

"Look at all of those, little bug. All for ya!" Misty leaned down and gently tapped April's tinted-pink nose. She had spotted the presents and now she couldn't focus on anything else.

"Open now! Please." April stuck out her bottom lip because she knew nobody could ever refuse her with that look on her face. But Misty couldn't just have her open those when half of them were from the girls.

"How about we wait 'till all the girls wake up? I'm sure they wanna watch ya open 'em." April huffed and crossed her arms, she wasn't okay with that idea, but she seemed to lighten up when Misty started tickling her sides.

"Mama," April yelled with laughter, but to no avail would Misty stop. "Mommy, mommy, help!" The little girl finally ran away from the relentless fingers and went to hide behind Cordelia's legs. Cordelia laughed and placed the spatula down. She lifted her girl up onto her hip when April started to do grabby hands towards her.

Misty walked over to the pair, kissing Aprils scrunched up nose and then Cordelia's lips before going over to the pot to make herself some morning tea.

Cordelia started flipping the pancake mix in the pan with April on her hip, the young girl babbling about all of her birthday wishes. "Mommy, those all for me!" April pointed to the pile of her birthday presents. She couldn't get it off of her mind.

Before Cordelia responded, a groggy Madison and smiley Zoe walked into the room. April immediately began to wiggle out of Cordelia's arms until she put her down. Little legs ran over the the two witches, screeching their names with a big smiles.

Zoe picked her up and held April between Madison and her. "Aunties, It's my birthday!" The little girl squealed, always overly excited for even the littlest of things.

"Happy birthday, Rilly! Four already?" Zoe exclaimed with the same excitement that April shared. Madison on the other hand, was still grumpy, but she managed to smile at the interaction of her two favorite people.

"Happy birthday, April," Madison mumbled, because there was still many people here to witness her stone cold demeanor thawing. Nevertheless, the tiny blonde still heard her say it, and that was enough for her.

April giggled at the pair and eventually got passed into Madison's arms while Zoe went to brew her and her girlfriend a cup of coffee. "Auntie Madi, did you get me a gift? Mama said all those presents for me!" 

Madison laughed at her and placed her down in her booster chair. Misty, standing by her girlfriend at the stove, shook her head and smirked. "Bug, ya know ya don't ask people that," Misty corrected her manners.

"But Mama, Auntie Madi gives best gifts ever!"

Cordelia placed the plates of food on the table and everyone seated there. "Don't worry, I got you a gift or two," Madison finally said. She had so much money, so why not spoil her 'niece' with it? April squealed just at the thought.

Throughout the entire breakfast, she rambled about how amazing today was going to be. She hardly even focused on her favorite strawberry pancakes that her mom made her. She could hardly wait for breakfast to be over so she could open her birthday gifts.

Eventually she got to that, opening a bunch of toys; mostly dolls and stuff to draw with. However, Madison got her, her very own child makeup kit. She always loved watching Madison do her makeup, and even did it for her sometimes. It had to be one of her favorite gifts. Even if Cordelia had to grit her teeth knowing that the eyeshadow was somehow going to end up on her white walls.

-

Later that evening, Cordelia walks into the living room to find Madison doing April's makeup. Just some pink lipstick and colorful eyeshadow, but it's enough to make the little girl happy.

"Look at you two," Cordelia says, and it startles both of the girls. Madison rolls her eyes, but April giggles at her mom. Madison hates when Cordelia catches her hanging out with April because it shows that she genuinely has a heart.

"Mommy look! Madi did birthday makeup on me with my new stuff!" Cordelia walks over to the couch and picks the young girl up when she reaches her arms up. She places her on her hip and smiles brightly at her.

"You look so pretty, baby! I love the pink on you." Cordelia laughs at the fact that Misty would never wears makeup, and April absolutely loves it. Maybe she just really looks up to Madison.

"Thanks. Look like you." Cordelia could've cried. She could've, but she didn't want Madison to make fun of her. If little April is complimenting her, then she knows it's genuine. 

"You're just the sweetest, huh?" Cordelia leans forward and kisses the April's nose, making the girl scrunch it up and giggle. "Speaking of sweet, how about we go have some of that birthday cake?"

April's smile gets impossibly bigger. She's only been waiting the entire day for this, and has been very patient. "Yes! Please!"

Cordelia carries April into the dining room, Madison following behind them. Misty and all of the girls are already there, waiting for the birthday girl.

Cordelia brings the young girl front and center to the cake. The dining room lights are dimmed and the candles are lit on her alligator themed cake, of course. April can hardly hold in her excitement as the room starts singing Happy Birthday to her.

April blows out her candles and everyone cheers her on. Misty watches the glimmer in her little girls eyes, and she knew, this was where they both belonged.

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: American Horror Story

Sample Size: 5,012 stories

Source: AO3

[the-yellow-birdy]

you can’t change my mind

[mistysgardenn]

Dating Cordelia Goode Headcanons

A/N: it’s been a while! i’m back with the next part of dating hcs, cordelia!

Word count: 904

SFW

How you met – You learned you were a witch when you were in college. After your mother explained your magical ancestry, you were immediately sent to Miss Robichaux’s Academy. You hadn’t been thrilled about going to a boarding school, but, given the circumstances, you had no other choice. When you arrived, you were greeted by a beautiful blonde witch who immediately took your breath away. Apparently she was the headmistress, but you could hardly focus on what she was saying– all you remembered from her introduction was that she was the Supreme, the leader of the witches, and that her name was Cordelia Goode. The days went on and, surprisingly, you adjusted rather quickly. You learned to control your powers and bonded with the other witches your age. However, the one you were closest to was Cordelia. Ever since that first day, you’d stuck by her side as she taught you all about witches, magic, and anything else that interested you. You got to know each other more and more as time went on until, one day, she began to act differently. You weren’t sure why, but she’d become easily flustered and slightly clumsy. While she was usually gentle and timid, this was something else altogether. Nothing changed until, one evening, the two of you decided to go out on the porch and watch the sunset. That was when she finally confessed her feelings for you, and you instantly admitted you felt the same way. Ever since you’d first laid eyes on Cordelia, you knew there was something about her that would never fail to make your heart skip a beat. And you had been right. The two of you began dating, and your days became full of spending time with one another. You’d been hesitant about going to a boarding school at first, but now you wouldn’t have it any other way. Cordelia was worth every bit of it.

Her office – Since she’s the Supreme, Cordelia often has a lot of work every day. She always feels bad about not being able to spend time with you, so you decided to simply join her in her office. You usually sit in a chair reading a book but, sometimes, you get away with sneaking in a kiss. When that happens, she jokingly tells you off for distracting her (she loves it, though).

Walks – One of your favorite things to do together is take long walks around the academy or New Orleans, especially in the morning– the sunrise is beautiful and the morning air is crisp and gentle against your skin. The whole time, you and your girlfriend keep your fingers intertwined, which allows your shoulders to brush every once in a while. Cordelia enjoys the silence of the world before it wakes up, and you love seeing her so at peace when she’s usually bustling around and swamped with work.

Dinner dates – You two love to have simple, charming dinner dates. These can take place at either a quaint cafe in the city or in the academy’s kitchen. Cordelia is always eager to cook for you, and her meals are better than any food you could ever find in the city.

Classes – At first, Cordelia had been worried about how things would work now that the two of you were dating, what with her being the Supreme and the headmistress. When you told the other witches, none of them were surprised, to your amusement. Classes went on smoothly– nothing really changed. You continued enjoying your life at the academy with Cordelia and your friends.

Magic – Cordelia is always passionate about teaching younger witches magic, and you’re no exception. Even when classes aren’t in session, she enjoys watching you perform some of the spells she’s taught you and isn’t shy about giving you a few tips. If you have any particular interests, she might even teach you some spells that aren’t required in class.

Cuddling – You quickly came to find out that Cordelia is a huge cuddler. She loves simply laying in bed and curling up with you in the mornings. Later in the day, while she’s in her office, you sometimes sit in her lap and rest your head on her shoulder. She always appreciates a break from work, but she loves cuddling even more.

NSFW

Gentle sex – At first, sex with Cordelia was quite gentle and compassionate. She bottomed most of the time, and you didn’t mind at all. The experience was always tender and full of love.

Dominance – After a while, though, Cordelia felt comfortable enough with you to let her dominant side show. She began to top much more often, and even incorporated light bondage and similar items into your sex life. You loved every second of it and enjoyed watching her become more open with her desires. Cordelia gradually became even rougher with you after she’d been afraid to hurt you for so long. You didn’t mind in the slightest, though– in fact, you liked it a bit too much.

Aftercare – After you have sex, Cordelia always makes sure you’re feeling alright and never hesitates to cuddle, no matter how dominant she’d been. Some of your favorite memories with her are moments like these: curled up next to each other in bed after a passionate night. The warmth from her body seems to seep into your very soul, and you couldn’t imagine what your life would’ve been without Cordelia.

[crown-ov-horns]

Hellfire

Michael Langdon x Cordelia Goode

◇ The Boy Wonder finds the Supreme irresistible. She's drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Such a romance can only end in disaster... Right? ◇

[tokiostarz]

nice happy fic because apparently this fandom is allergic to happiness and joy and whimsy yayy trina and mendel are getting married!! :] everything WAS in fact alright for the rest of their lives

[paulsonsratched]

Toy 2/4

W.V. x Reader

A/n: this is my first time writing smut. I hope this is okay! Don't k-Word me. Thanks.

TW: smut, cursing. I'm sorry but no kinky shit...yet.

•

You stormed out of her office your legs guiding you out of the big office complex. The second the fresh air hit the skin of your face you allowed yourself to slow down a bit. You took a deep breath.

Counting one, two, three.

Breathing out.

One, two, three.

Breathing in.

One, tw-...

You got ripped out of your counting when you felt a hand on your shoulder. "Y/n." The voice of the red head softly lingered on the shell of the ear, so soft you almost couldn't catch the melody sinking into your hearing. You slowly turned around, her hand laid still on your shoulder. It was as soft as her voice. She never was that soft. Her hands never caressed your skin slightly it was always rough. Your eyes fell onto hers. They looked soft. Or hurt? Did you disappoint her? Does she feel like you declined her bittersweet offer of her touch? You did but you didn't meant it that way.

Even though you knew you didn't do anything wrong a soft "sorry." left your mouth, a tear streaming down your face. Wilhemina grabbed your shoulder a bit firmer, still comforting. Her eyebrows furrowed softly as she looked at you in disbelief. "For what?"

Wilhemina couldn't believe her ear. Why did you apologize to her? She disappointed you. She was too rough. She always was but she also liked to push her limits. And she did. Too far.

Your mouth slightly opened, your voice shaking "I didn't mean to be rude or to disappoint you. I also know that all we have is physical and you're my boss but god Wilhemina how I would like to more know about you than what you let me see. How I would love to just ones please you."

You opened your heart trying to make her understand. Little do you know is it that what activated the little voices in the older woman's head. Wilhemina opened up by making you feel good and letting you see her anger. Unmasked. Was that emotion not worth anything?

Who the hell are you even to expect even more? "What do you expect me to do y/n? Show up on your door step with a Pizza and a bottle of wine telling you my life story?"

Ouch.

You looked at her in disbelief. How could she be so defensive. "I'm still your superior."

That's it.

You turned away from her walking towards your car. When you almost reached it you felt her hand grabbing your arm again. There it was again. That uncomfortable touch. You shook her up turning around looking at her with all the hurt and anger you had. You weren't able to hide it anymore. "You know what Wilhemina? Yes, that would actually be nice." With that you turned around, opened the door of the car and drove off. Letting her stand there.

You still had multiple hours to work but you couldn't care less right now and to be honest, leaving here standing there like a fool, like she did multiple times with you already made you feel somewhat empowered.

•

Later that evening you decided to do some self care. Self care meaning putting on the widest clothes you had, shoving at least one kilogram of chocolate in your face.

Fuck all that, we make a face mask and take care of our hair. That's not self care that's playing Barbie. Just as you shoved another handful of Toffifee's in your mouth you hear a knock on your apartment door.

Lazily you got up opening the door immediately closing it again. Shock covered your face. "One moment!" You screamed running up your stairs brushing your hair and putting on a long sweatpants over your rather revealing shorts.

You run downstairs again opening the door to look at the shocked expression of the woman you admired so much. „Wouw." her deep raspy voice said scanning you up and down before a small chuckle escaped her mouth.

You rolled your eyes. „What do you want here Wilhemina?" Her eyes lost its glimmer and immediately they bored into yours again with the most sincere expression you ever saw of her. She didn't talk but held up a pizza carton in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. THE Wilhemina Venable stood infront of your door. With a pizza. You were still angry but couldn't help the small smile forming on your face, you stepped aside motioning for her to come in. You both walked into the living room. Without saying a word she placed herself on your big dark grey couch. When she sat you both heard a noise.

Shit.

She reached under her bottom pulling out an empty bag of chips. „Well darling I didn't mean for you to be unhealthy but I'm glad that's the way you cope I guess." she said with a small frown making you laugh. You let yourself fall next to her. „You are something Wilhemina Venable." you chuckled. You both started eating the pizza she brought. Spinach. You once told her how much you loved spinach.

Did she actually listen and remember that none sense?

You ate piece after piece in silence and you couldn't be mad anymore the way she was sitting so sweet next to you. You looked at her, another chuckle leaving your lips when you regarded the small spot of tomato sauce smeared over the corner of her lips. She looked at you confused. „What?" you leaned into her, your body getting closer to hers and the warmth you always felt with her inflicted your stomach. You let your fingers trace over the corner of her lip wiping the sauce off her precious face. „You too." she suddenly bursted out. You looked at her confused, finger still lingering on her face.

She seemed to understand because she resumed her phrase with a „something. You are something too." I smiled at her which she returned. Wilhemina Venable wasn't a person who smiled a lot but good lord when she did it brightened up the entire universe. „I'm sorry y/n." she continued. „What for?" I asked. She didn't had to be sorry. I knew what I got myself into. „For being so rude to you when you were nothing but understanding and nice. For taking you as if it just was your body. For taking off my anger. For not coping with a bunch of chocolate but for coping in a way that hurted you. I wanna make it up to you again."

I looked into her dark brown eyes and couldn't help but simply smile. The happiness she could inflict in me was not to describe. „Let me desire you." she whispered out, our faces still so close I could smell her perfume on her neck. My eyes twitched to her lips and up to her eyes again before she pulled me in, her soft lips finally touching mine. It felt like an explosion. Her lips immediately moved in the same rhythm as mine.

She didn't kissed as harsh as I expected a woman like her to kiss. Hell no her kisses felt like buying cotton candy at a carnival stand. Sinking your lips into the sweet treat, almost not feeling it and the second it was in your mouth it melted like pure sugar. So sweet and so mesmerizing you will always want it again. She pulled softly on my collar, pulling me impossibly closer so I got sat on her lip trying to mesmerize every movement of her lips for god knows when I will be able to feel her this close and intimate again. If in case ever.

Her hands slide down my sides erupting goosebumps on my skin till they came to a still on my hips. Wilhemina traced her nails ever so slightly up and down my hips making the goosebumps never stop. After a while it got hard to breath and she parted from my lips.

She looked at me with one more smile before giving my cheek a peck. She continued moving down to the side of my jaw, kissing along the line of my neck before finding my sweet point a slightly sucking on it. „You're mine now." she said giggling as she regarded the little hickey she made. I took her face in my hand and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. „What?" she said questioning. „Wilhemina Venable just giggled? I didn't knew that was possible!!" I exaggerate jokingly. „Oh shut up you." she said before resuming to my neck, a bit rougher this time, erupting a throaty moan from me. „I love that sound." she whispered against my neck just making me moan more.

„Lay down." she ordered me and like always I followed her order immediately but this time not with this excitement of knowing she would fuck me there and now but with butterflies going through my stomach, making it twirl by this unknown soft side of her. She laid on top of me kissing down to my breasts not giving them too much attention since she knew I didn't like that. Another thing she remembered. Seems like I'm not just a simple fuck after all.

I got shaken off my thoughts when I felt her lips caressing the end of my stomach. She looked up at me asking for permission silently which I more than gladly gave her. She took of my sweatpants. „Sweet Shorts." she said mockingly. „Please just continue Mina." I begged. „Mina hm?" She asked at the mention of her nickname. My cheeks turned red but my embarrassment was quickly forgotten when I felt her hands removing the last of my garment. She gave the insides of my thighs a kiss before repeating the action at my already swollen clit. She looked up at me.

Seeing her like that plus feeling her breath at my already erected clit was almost enough to make me burst. I decided to make a bold step and pressed her head down into my core. To my surprise she didn't pushed my hand off nor did she complain but let her tongue immediately flick over my clit.

I let my head fall back onto the pillow behind me and enjoyed the magic of my lover. After some small licks she continued in circles. At this point I probably already throbbed which she seemed to realize since she mumbled a disapproving „mhm." into my core.

Same old Wilhemina I guess.

After continuing like that for a while she suddenly violently shook her head from side to side inflicting a strong pulse onto my already close state. „I can't hold it for long anymore." I said. Wilhemina's lips lifted off my sensitive part making me pout at her. She giggled once more this evening. „Don't worry petal. I will let you have your moment." she gave another small peck to the place I needed her the most and got up my body again.

She was right over me, firey locks over her shoulder, eyes darker than ever but with so much more than lust in them. She looked like art right there and then. I couldn't help but comb through her hair. „You're incredibly beautiful." I admitted to her. „Oh shut up." was her answer. „No but I do- AH." I wanted to protest but felt her fingers rubbing vigorously on the spot I needed her so much. „I can't hold it anymore." was the last thing that I could say desperately gripping onto her shoulders. „It's okay I got you. Cum for me petal." she said taking one of my hands into hers and placing a kiss onto my temple.

I came undone with her name lingering on my lips and her smell invading my space. She put her hand flat onto my pussy not leaving it in the cold and helping getting down from my high. She looked at me lovingly stroking my hair.

„I think I'm falling in love with you y/n."

[juicycoutureheaux]

Both Sides Now

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 chapter 5

Chris Redfield x Fem!reader

A/N: This is my first ever published work, it's also a Resident Evil x AHS: Coven crossover. So if it seems a little cliche, it is lol. Lemme know what you think! I also cross-posted to AO3!

Summary: Reader has been on Captain Redfield’s team for a while now and seems to have a close bond with the captain. During a recon mission gone awry, the two get split up from the rest of the team and the captain is faced with a difficult decision.   Takes place Pre-Resident evil 6.

Chapter 1 : Resurgence

“Everyone listen up!” Captain Redfield’s warm baritone thundered through the aircraft. Y/N was completely in her own world until her (Y/C) eyes met the captain’s much darker ones.

“I see a lot of new faces today. If you’re here, you were the best in your training class, congratulations.” The new recruits all looked around excitedly. You looked to your direct left to catch your Lieutenant; Piers, roll his eyes.

Piers had been Captain’s right hand man since you arrived 6 months ago. You had graduated at the top of your class with a specialty in the medical field. You had a choice to work stateside; but the need for field medics was very dire. You were then scouted by Redfield himself during an intense training session.

You liked being under Redfield’s command; he was a fair leader that took care of his teammates.

Chris started up again; “I want to remind everyone that you may be the best of the best, but we are nothing without each other.” You looked over at Lieutenant Nivans and thought you were going to burst out in laughter. Piers looked like his head was going to explode; unlike Captain Redfield, Piers was a hardass. You couldn’t blame him though; God only knows what life was like before he joined the BSAA. There were rumors that he had come from a long line of soldiers.  Y/N Shuddered at the thought.

She had come from a loving family; unfortunately for her, her mother had passed away just after she turned 13. People speculated she’d lose her mind a lot faster than she did. You see, (Y/N) started to have visions. It started innocently enough, she started having very realistic dreams of her mother. Once her mother stopped visiting her, the other apparitions started to show themselves to her,  not just in dreams either. She would start to see horrific visions: burn victims, dead soldiers, and other loved ones that hadn’t passed on yet. They started to hound her at every moment, they were desperate to move on.

She began to grow weary and when she finally lost it at school one day, a strange red headed woman arrived at her home. This was “the beginning of her life”, the woman always liked to remind her. That same day she was shipped off to Miss Robichaux’s Academy.

To the public, Miss Robichaux’s was an illustrious boarding school, to (YN) it was somewhere she finally felt a community of girls just like her. She missed her family back home, but she never felt accepted by anyone except her mother. Her talents were nurtured and eventually (YN) decided she was old enough to leave the coven, much to Myrtle and Cordelia’s protests. She felt the need to use her gift beyond the walls of the Academy. Due to Robichaux’s “Human” reputation, she was accepted no problem into the BSAA training academy.

YN snapped back to earth again when Piers started to talk to the group. “Due to the unfamiliarity of our teammates, today’s mission is going to be a simple recon.” You laughed internally; simple, you thought. The reason we had so many new recruits was because a “simple” mission had turned into an absolute shitshow.

It happened to be you, Redfield, Nivans and a couple of other “seasoned” agents. At the time, you were still wet behind the ears with little field experience. A simple information session on a foreign base turned into a full-on terrorist attack. You were lucky to even be alive; while trying to save an injured comrade from the medical tent, a licker had decided to zero in on you two. While fighting off the creature to your best ability, it happened to swipe into your abdomen leaving you maimed and helpless. At the last minute, as if guided by some divine power, Captain Redfield came to your rescue.

Ever since that specific incident, the BSAA decided it would have at least one trained squad per outbreak, regardless of size, and not the traditional one or two person teams they were used to in the past.

Incidentally since then, YN had been absolutely enamored with the captain. She had never been crazy about the other gender, and especially not her fellow coworkers. However, something was different, she could feel it. The way he genuinely cared about others and his passion for the cause; it also didn’t help he was physically attractive as well.

You held on to your weapon tightly thinking about the incident, to only feel a large hand on your shoulder. “You alright YLN? You’ve been kind of quiet since we got here.” Chris looked at you intensely. There was concern and something else. You thought you were just imagining things.

“I can’t stop thinking about last time.” You answered honestly. It was true, the incident had haunted your dreams. Chris shifted his stance a little bit to relax his large body.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about kid.” He tells me, then continues with a smile. “You’ve got killer instincts; you’ll know to do the right thing. Don’t beat yourself up too much.”  You couldn’t help but blush.

“Thanks cap,” you said nonchalantly, trying to hide the fact that you lived for this man’s praise. Chris gave a friendly wink and addressed the team again.

“We received some intel from locals about suspicious activity coming from the locals, other teams have discovered abandoned BOW distribution sites. All the training should have prepared you for this moment and I have faith you will all be able to handle your own.”

The team was silent, a drastic contrast to the excited chatter that was going on earlier. The brevity of the situation must have reached the other recruits and you couldn’t blame them. This wasn’t your first mission, but you were always aware of the risks presented. You decided to break the silence.

“This is a new situation to all of you, I was just as nervous on my first day in the field. You all are in great hands and Cap is the best of the best. We’re a team that goes in together and comes out together.” You used your southern charms and it seemed to be successful. The recruits that appeared to be faint just moments before, had the color returning to their faces.

Piers and Chris started going over the plans and goals of today’s mission. “There seems to be split levels of this distribution site still intact.” Piers said to the captain. Chris furrowed his eyebrows; usually sites like this had some levels destroyed due to self-destruct protocols. Was there a possibility that it was still inhabited with B.O.W.S & their creators?   He couldn’t put his team in danger, especially not Y/N & Piers, they had already been through enough.

Chris looked over at Y/N talking to the others. He loved how you were  always great at putting others at ease. His eyes wandered to your torso as he thought about how your scar was healing up, his eyes traveled up the delicate curves of her body. He stopped himself from thinking about what Y/N looked like underneath her uniform.  He scolded himself internally. “Not now.” 

“How long have you been on this team YN ?” one of the recruits asked. You think his name was Marco? Honestly you were just getting used to having actual teammates than having their names memorized already.

“About six months!” You chirped “Captain Redfield and Lieutenant Nivans scouted me during one of the BSAA training sessions. I guess it’s because field medicine is my specialty and I’m not terrible at combat.” You laughed nervously; it was always difficult for you to socialize with the other soldiers. You never felt like you were good enough to be in the position you were.

One of the other soldiers decided to chime in with “Are you sure it’s not because the captain needed something pretty to look at?” The group exploded in laughter at your expense. You should be used to the “boys club” by now, but neither Chris or Piers ever made comments like that. You felt your cheeks flush and the sting of the laughter.

“THAT’S ENOUGH” Chris roared. The teams’ color left their faces again. “I meant it when I said EVERYONE deserves their spot on this team.”

He glared at all of them “Be careful what you say to YLN, she’s the one to stitch you back together when you get injured. I wouldn’t blame her if she were to accidentally not numb the area.” Chris then turned to you. “Don’t let these rookies give you hell L/N.” 

With that he started detailing the mission. You were to break off in groups; Chris led one team and Piers led the other. 

You happened to be on Chris’s team, much to your chagrin. All you could think about was your teammate’s comment from earlier; was that all you were good for? Did Chris feel like he had to put you on the team because of the lack of medical personnel? You snapped out of your thoughts when you saw a dark presence looming over your captain.

“What the hell?” you thought to yourself. You’ve never seen anything like this before. Captain Redfield started to slow down and you could tell whatever it was, was slowing him down.

“Captain you alright?” you said as you hurried to his side. Chris let out a sigh.”Nothing ever gets past you L/N.I think dealing with all these rookies is causing me to slow down.” He said light heartedly.  “Hope you’re not getting too old, Redfield!” Marco yelled playfully. The rest of the team including the Captain started to laugh, except you. 

“Not in your dreams Rose!” The Captain quipped back immediately. “Let’s focus on the task at hand so I can kick your ass later.” 

You were more concerned now, whatever this was, affected your captain in real time. You wish you had remembered some of the lessons Cordelia had given you on your gift. You never liked talking about dark entities, and now one was latched on to someone you admired dearly. It’s not like you could tell him though, he’d probably chalk your visions up to some PTSD and you would be discharged and shipped back to Robichaux. If you were going to help Chris, you had to take this thing on yourself.

[dreamypqulson]

— spaghetti kisses

requested by anon: would you feel comfortable to write a fic with Elisa Cronkite? Some hurt/comfort or just some cute fluff

summary: the weather decides to ruin your date night with elisa, but it turns out that staying at home was even better.

pairing: elisa cronkite x reader

word count: 1200

When Elisa walked out of your bedroom and examined the weather outside of the window, you could've crumbled at her expression. You were both dressed nicely, and were just about to head out the door when it began to pour.

She tossed herself upon the couch. For a brief moment, her dress riding up her thigh had distracted you. When you heard her sniffling into the pillow, you rejoined and collected yourself.

It’s just…you two have been so occupied with work that date nights haven't been as frequent lately. Tonight was a big deal.

"Elisa, why are you crying, honey?" You sat beside her body that was laying on the couch. You were sure that her -now- wet makeup was going to stain the pillow. However, you weren't entirely concerned about that.

"Our date night is ruined!" She grunted into the pillowed, confused as to why you weren't so distressed about this. It has been planned for weeks.

"I wouldn't say it's ruined, El. Why not just have a date here?" Your fingertips brushed through golden curls. She had taken a liking to you playing with her hair.

"We live here, y/n. What are we going to do in our small apartment?" Elisa sighed. She sat up criss-cross, and hugged a pillow to her chest.

"You know what. Go watch tv or whatever in our room, i'm going to set up the perfect date for us. Right here."

-

You weren't great at cooking. That's why you and Elisa's fridge was only filled with simple things that you could toss in the oven. But you somehow managed to assemble a spaghetti dish.

"Alright, Miss Elisa Cronkite. Would you do the honor of accompanying me on a stay-at-home date?" You emerged in the doorway of the bedroom, when you felt that everything was completely. A single eyebrow raised, and a hand held out for her.

"God, you are such a dork." She hopped out of the still unmade bed. Your awaited hand feeling warm when hers merged with yours.

"Okay, i'm actually going to need you to close your eyes. I want to surprise you." But she didn't have much of a choice when your free hand proceeded to cover her vision.

“Well don't let me walk into anything!"

"I won't. I gotcha, baby."

You guided Elisa towards the mini kitchen. Hands growing sweaty, pulse beating faster. You wanted to please your girlfriend, certainly after she seemed so devastated after the ruined plans.

When you returned your hands back to your side, Elisa gasped. You couldn't see her expression, hence you were standing behind her. However, she didn't seem too disappointed.

"Oh my god. Aren't you so romantic."

You were impressed with yourself as well. The lights were dimmed, the room only lit with candles on the table. Your finest table wear laid out, and you even discovered a chic white table cloth in the closet.

"Here you are." Pulling out a chair for Elisa, she took a seat, followed by you.

"I can't believe you put this together." She's says.

"Well, i'm just full of surprises." You nearly choke on air when your girlfriends hand is squeezing your thigh. Perhaps you're not solely the one full of surprises. Her nails deliberately scratch your skin there, her opposite hand picking up her fork like nothing is happening. "El, you're ridiculous."

She grins from ear to ear. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"E—" You were going to commence, but gave up with a sigh. She's evidently in a teasing mood.

Elisa smiled into her bite of food, feeling as if she was taking wholly control over you. "Wow I didn't know you were such a chef. This is amazing." Then, and idea popped into her head. "Let's do that spaghetti kiss thing! Like in that movie."

"Lady and the Tramp? How do you think of these things?"

Elisa rolled her eyes. "Come on" she urged "don't you wanna kiss me?" Her voice became tempting, and she puckered her rosy lips.

"Well there's other ways to kiss you without spaghetti and sauce in the way. But sure, why not."

You could see how happy you've made Elisa. You beam at her, watching as she sifts through the noodles on her plate to find the longest one.

"Okay, here." She gently gripped her perfect one between her fingers, and you grabbed the other end. Your fingers were already turning a shade of red from the sauce. But your face was too, in a type different way.

"You're blushing" Elisa called out, before she placed one end of the noddle between her lips.

"Am not!" You followed precisely as she did.

You both stared a each other, the corners of your mouth inclining upwards in a grin. You two started to gently suck on the noddle, cautious not to break it. Predictably, the sauce began to drip around you mouth. But, when you met in the kiss, Elisa completely cleaned you up with her own mouth.

"Wow. Maybe a little bit more romantic than I was expecting" you murmured against Elisa's lips.

"What did I tell you? You need to start listening to me more, baby."

-

After dinner was finished up, you walked over to the sink to clean the dirty dishes. You nearly shattered a plate when Elisa snaked her arms around your waist. "You cannot scare me like that!" you airily laughed.

She ignored, started nipping right behind your ear. She was well aware that, that made your legs weak. "Come on. We can clean up tomorrow. Let's watch a movie." Elisa was so hushed, that, if her lips hadn't brushed against your ear then you wouldn't have heard her.

You turned around in her arms, leaning down to place a kiss on her lips. She whined when you parted, assuming it would’ve lasted longer. "You're going to say the same thing tomorrow."

"But tonight is our date night." She looked at you with those eyes. Those pleading brown eyes like she was child begging for a toy. "Fine, you win again."

She grabbed your hand, tugging you to the bedroom. You hadn't even gotten the chance to take your dress off before Elisa was pulling down your straps for you.

You didn't say anything. You allowed her hands to brush over each freckle, scar, stretch mark like she was worshiping your body. When the task is complete, and you're both dressed in pajamas -perhaps Elisa was wearing your clothes, however, you didn't mind it- you padded back into the living.

"You're cuter than cat snores, you know?" You say. Her nose crunching to divert your attention away from her burning red cheeks. She's positioned herself between your legs on the couch. Your oversized t-shirt on her, just making you want to kiss her silly.

Your fingertips tread through blonde curls, that are only slightly tousled from putting her pajamas on.

Elisa decides to turn around. She bites her lips and gazes up at you hungrily. You can only stare, cross-eyed, at your nose. Somehow, she still had you stuck in that honeymoon phase even after years of being together.

"I really enjoyed tonight." You would've thought she was just trying to be sweet, if it weren't for the fact that she was starting to kiss your jawline. With every sound of her kisses, you elicit a sigh.

"I really enjoyed tonight too. Even your little spaghetti kiss."

“Even my little spaghetti kiss!!”

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Fandom: American Horror Story

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[the-yellow-birdy]

My former ff writings!

Okay so, I found som of my last writings I thought were gone forever, so I have decided to just upload them in one post by requests:)

I won't continue them I must say<3

Enjoy!

[cloysterbell]

Sorry that it's been taking so long, I've just been really busy lately, but I promise that I'm still writing that fic! 😅 Here's another sneak peak to thank you for being so patient and to promise that I'm not ghosting you:

She knows when Duke arrives because Ursus glances towards the doorway and growls low in her throat. Nathan looks up, and his expression goes stone-cold even before he appears. As expected, Duke saunters in looking like he just rolled out of bed, and the Teagues follow behind him, both looking harried and uneasy and deep in some sort of personal conversation-slash-argument, as they are prone to do. Immediately, Dogulas lets out a pleased little trill and his spines tremble in excitement as Gloria grins and says. "Well, look at what the cat dragged in."

Duke winks at her, and somehow, he manages not to make it look flirtatious but friendly. He doesn't seem bothered by the animals in the room or the great brown bear with its lips pulled back over its long teeth in a snarl. "I'm going to assume the grumpy bear with the bad attitude and the breath problem belongs to you," he gestures loosely at Nathan, and Ursus flares her nostrils in a warning. Once again, Duke seems unphased. "Yeah, and I'm going to bet that you named it 'bear' or something like that."

"He named her Ursus," Gloria eagerly tells him, much to his obvious joy. He rolls his eyes and barks out a sharp laugh. "It's the technical name for a brown bear so you're not that far off."

Before Duke can respond with another witty comment, Nathan wisely interrupts, his voice bitter and displeased. "And what unusual animal did you wake up connected to this morning?"

Wordlessly, Duke pulls aside the collar of his fur-lined winter coat and reveals a fluffy, brown-furred American mink curled around his neck like a scarf, resting languidly and loose-limbed. Its beady black eyes crack open to survey the room before they fall shut again and it returns to its rest. "Her name is Cordelia," Duke says as he reaches up and scratches the top of her head with a finger. "The jewel of the sea."

Ursus growls angrily at the sight of Cordelia and her hackles rise, her dark fur on end. Nathan scoffs. "And you say that Ursus is a stupid name for a bear. At least I didn't name my ferret after some stupid nautical theme."

"First of all, she's a mink, not a ferret," Duke interjects, sounding exhausted and irritated. Cordelia is fully awake now, and even though she doesn't move from her loose position around Duke's neck, her eyes dart between Nathan and Ursus and her sleek brown fur is flared in agitation, her entire body going suddenly still like a spring coiled in anticipation. "And secondly, don't you have more important things to do than give me crap first thing in the morning? I brought the Teagues, even though Gloria asked me to and you couldn't even be bothered picking up the phone and saying 'Hey Duke, my oldest friend and the only person I could confide in about my crappy dad, just FYI but there's a Trouble going around that's affecting pretty much everybody in Haven so don't be surprised if you wake up with an overly friendly animal curled up on your chest'. so it goes to show how much you value our unending friendship."

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