Warnings / Notes • this one is HEAVY NSFW folks, I mean there's whipping, praise, marking, slight mommy/little, and just pure naughtiness. but I hope you enjoy 😍
Words • 1,204
Tag List • @ahs-honey @shineestark @marilynroselleprentiss @saviorinsilk @gay-and-sad-tm @sarah-paulson-is-supreme @psychobitchtess @angel-of-me
Venable closes her eyes and her chest rose and fell in the quick pace that her breaths were coming out. "I'm..." She furrowed her perfect eyebrows and she pulls a little on the scarf wrapped around her wrists, her hands securely kept above her head. "This is nice." The brunette opens her eyes then and your own breath catches in your throat.
No one ever got to see Ms. Venable like this, laying on her back, her dark crimson hair fanned out underneath her on the pillow. The woman wore a light purple lace bra and panty set that always caused you to drool and she knew it, but today work was so taxing and so awful and damn Wilhemina just needed a fucking break.
"You're so beautiful," You smile brightly as you move so you can straddle her thighs, your fingers tracing little shapes onto her lower abdomen, "A Goddess really." Your eyes trace over the woman's body and you can see as Venables's chest started to redden from the flush.
"Stop," she whispered, even though you could hear it in her small voice that she, in fact, didn't want you to. You were the only one who could ever compliment her and she would believe it. "My neck." She states.
You tilt your head to the side for a second before you understand what she meant. "Oh!" You graze your finger up the woman's pebbled flesh and you hum out softly, enjoying the warmth that the woman underneath you produced. "You're so naughty." A soft, yet dark chuckle leaves your chest and Wilhemina has to squeeze her thighs together as your palm reaches her throat.
"I want you to squeeze." She looks into your eyes and she searches your gaze for any hesitation, but all she seen there was love and a sort of trust that she had never witnessed before.
"Okay," You smile gently and you nod before you squeeze your fingers around her throat, feeling the woman's pulse throb against your fingers before you release the grip. You had been studying how to do it correctly so that you wouldn't hurt your lover.
The redhead nodded softly and she licks her lips hungrily after you released your grip. "Good girl, you're doing so well for me aren't you." She praised in a low tone and your own lower abdomen started to ache then.
"Yes, anything you want," the promise leaves your lips and you start kissing the underside of the woman's jaw. "I love you so much, what do you want? Anything you want I'll do it."
Venable pulls on the ties again and she groans as she thinks it over, honestly, the possibilities were endless. You really were her good girl, and every time you said you loved her she always felt her panties dampen. Like love was some sort of aphrodisiac that she had no idea about. "What do you want to do to me, baby?"
A blush clovers your face and you hide it in the woman's neck, all of a sudden embarrassed at the thoughts that traveled through your mind at a rapid speed.
"No no darling, don't get all blushy now baby girl, tell me what you're thinking hm? Can you do that for me?"
You move back slightly and you take a soft breath. "Well..." You play with a few locks of red hair and you keep your eyes trained on the soft hair in your hands. "You know the other day when you ordered that stuff?" Your cheeks burned with heat as you let the words leave your lips.
Venable knew exactly what you were talking about too, "Oh," she breathes out and she moves her head down slightly so she could capture your eye. "The whip I assume?"
You nod gently and you bite the corner of your bottom lip. "I know you got it so you could... Use it on me but," you shake your head "it's silly, we can do something else."
"No," the older woman gives you a sly and naughty smile. "You want to whip me, do you? You think I've been bad enough to be whipped hm?"
You nod rapidly and you smile as you allow yourself to fall into this with the love of your life. No longer worried about judgment. "Yes, you didn't text me all day, and then you took a taxi instead of letting me pick you up!" Your eyes are wide as you list out the woman's misdeeds.
Wilhemina nodded as she listened and she made a little pouty face, crinkling her chin. "I know, so awful. Maybe you should do something about it? Get the whip out of the chest."
The demand that left Mina's lips ran through your veins like euphoria. You get out of the bed and you grab the brand new whip before you stand beside the bed, "Got it!" You give a cheeky smile.
"Punish me then," Her dark brown eyes watch you carefully as you mull through your brain, figuring out exactly how you'd do it. "Don't overthink it, baby girl, just do it."
You nibble your bottom lip before you nod and pop the end of the whip against the soft pale flesh on Wilhemina's right thigh. Your entire body lights up in goosebumps when you hear the deep and dark groan that is pulled out of Venable's body.
"That's my good girl, punishing a bad mommy like she's told." Wilhemina slides her thighs together to try to relieve the ache there and you don't miss it.
She was enjoying this, more than you thought she would and it brought joy to you knowing that you could affect her like this. She was wrapped around your finger right now and you knew it. You lick your dry lips and you slap the end of the whip down on the woman's abdomen and you take in the way the redhead's flesh reddens and quivers.
"Yes!" Mina pulls roughly at the scarf around her wrists just so she could feel the delicious burn. "That feels so good baby." Her voice is husky and gravely and god it made you want to just break and ravish her right then.
"More?" You question and before the woman could even answer you smack the whip down once more, closing your eyes momentarily in pleasure as you just completely indulge in the woman's sounds. As soon as you open your eyes Wilhemina is obviously miserable.
The redhead couldn't get her thighs close enough, the ache in between her legs consuming her body. "Okay baby that's enough, you done so well, now come over here and put that beautiful mouth to good use yes?"
You whimper and drop the whip immediately, the leather making a loud thump as it hit the floor. Your mouth instantly started to water as you straddled her calves. Pulling hungrily at the now dark purple panties. "My pleasure."
'Don't Sleep, My Mind Is Shattered, Touch Me, That's All That Matters."
Kinktober Day 7 (Ice Play)
Pairing • Audrey Tindall x Reader
Warnings / Notes • Okay first off I'm proud of that title don't judge me😤 catch me writing a song soon. Nothing triggering in this fic i don't believe! just very NSFW! also I apologize for any mistakes, I wrote a 3,000+ fic for this and my document got lost so this is what I ended up with.
"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Audrey's eyes are dark and pleading as she looks up into your own domineering gaze. "I don't want you to be out of your comfort zone, I know how odd this can seem." The short-haired blonde starts to ramble as she licks her kiss bruised lips.
"Audrey darling," your lips paint an invisible path down to her taut collarbones. "Stop panicking," You coo before you sit back onto the older woman's thighs and you slide your hands down the blonde's torso, your fingers gliding across the goosebump covered skin. "It's actually super hot." A chuckle leaves your chest and you reach over into the small metal bowl, pulling out a piece of ice.
"You're sure?" Audrey's voice is starting to sound breathless as she watches the small ice cube melt in between your thumb and index finger. "Completely?"
You give the actress a reassuring nod and you place the partially melted ice cube into your mouth, the frigid item freezing the top of your tongue. "Yes." Your speech is slightly distorted due to the ice cube but you give her a little smirk.
Audrey bites the corner of her bottom lip and her long fingers slide across the sheets underneath her bare body. "Please?" And honestly, it seemed that no matter what you and Audrey were up to, she always ended up begging for something.
"My precious little begging baby," you whisper once the ice melted on your tongue and you lean down so you could press the cold muscle onto the woman's pulse point.
A loud and shocked gasp tumbles out from between Audrey's lips and she reaches up to grasp at your sides. "Oh wow." She whispered as your cold tongue slid up to her ear.
Your breath brushes against the blonde's ear and Audrey has to bite back a loud moan as you grab her small wrists and press them down on the mattress. "You told me you would be a good girl if I didn't tie you up, you don't want to lie to me do you, baby?"
Audrey shakes her head rapidly "No, please I'm a good girl I promise, your best girl." She husks and she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth before she arches her back, lifting her needy body and trying to press it into your own so she could get any sort of semblance of relief from her growing arousal.
"That's right, my very best baby girl." You suck on her earlobe before pulling away and grab another ice cube, immediately putting it into your mouth. Watching Audrey with a soft yet dark gaze.
Audrey's demeanor was probably one of your favorite things about her, those damned innocent doey brown eyes of hers that she used to her advantage. The blonde could quite literally be doing the naughtiest thing in the world and she could still look like a clueless angel.
You slide your fingers down Audrey's arms and you begin to move down her body, settling happily in between her thighs. "Hmm," you grasp the woman's hips and you pull her down so her head was resting comfortably on the pillows as you allow your icy tongue to caress the trembling skin above her naval.
"Oh bloody hell," Audrey moans out and she clutches the sheets tight in her fist. "Yes, god please, please, lower darling?" She looks down at you and she licks her lips once more. "Please?" She attempts to lift her hips but she's unable to with your tight bruising grip.
You swallow the melted water and you chuckle darkly. "Lower?" You raise an eyebrow and smirk as you grab another ice cube. Holding this one in between your thumb and forefinger you press the cold crystal on the skin on her right hip bone, delighting in the shiver it produced. "Here?"
Teasing was one of your favorite things to do, the way Audrey became so impatient and absolutely so incredibly needy? It was delicious. Audrey shakes her head and the older woman reaches up so she could palm at her breasts. "No, baby please, you know what I want. I need it so bad." And her voice is so whiney you knew right then you would do whatever she asked of you.
So, you slide the ice down and over the woman's center, creating an evaporating glaze of water. "Does it feel good?" You question as you look up at your love, making sure that everything was going okay.
"Yes," she nods rapidly and she gives you a beaming smile, her eyes glittering like the stars in the sky. "This is perfect my love, but I really really do need more," She breathes out the request and she swallows thickly. "Do you think maybe you could... Use your tongue..." She blushes furiously and she lays her head back on the pillow, embarrassed by the request.
"Oh, baby..." You kiss the woman's inner thighs and you allow your tongue to lick up any remaining water on her skin before you grabbed another cube, placing it on your tongue and once again freezing the hot muscle in your mouth. "Anything for my good girl." You let your cold breath wash across the woman's hot wet pulsing center.
God, you could practically see the woman's body begging to be touched by you, Audrey didn't even need to say anything because her pussy was aching for you and you alone, and who were you to deny your love the pleasure? Your frigid tongue slides out of your mouth and you moan happily as soon as you taste Audrey, at the same moment you feel the blonde jump and you look up in worry completely stopping your movements.
"No! Don't stop, do it again!" She slides her fingers through her short blonde locks and her eyes roll to the back of her head as she feels your cold and adamant tongue sliding through her hot folds once more. "There you go baby." Praise falls from her lips as she massages one of her breasts with one of her hands and she pulls on her hair with the other. Making sure to keep her hands off of your body so she would follow the rules.
You moan deeply as you curl your tongue inside Audrey's core and as soon as your tongue began to grow warm you grabbed another ice cube and started all over again. Audrey was writhing, panting, and practically speaking an entirely different language as you hit all of her sweet spots with your freezing tongue.
"I'm so so close, please, god please let me come." Audrey reaches up and she grasps the headboard in a tight hold. "Please, please please" she deliriously mumbled over and over.
Humming to yourself, and in turn, causing vibrations to reverberate through Audrey's needy trembling body you begin to nod approving her polite request. Your girl was a lot of things, but when it really mattered, she was good. "Come, my love, soak my face." You breathe out and you use the last ice cube in the bowl and place it under your tongue.
You place your warm tongue against Audrey's clit, circling it slowly and seductively before you take the ice cube from underneath your tongue and you began to flick your cold muscle over the woman's hard sensitive nub over and over.
Audrey writhes underneath your touch and right as she's sent into euphoria she clasps your hair in her hands. A groan leaves her throat as her back arches, and the raw sound is filled with so much hunger and craving that it causes your own body to be sent over the edge as well.
It takes a few minutes but when Audrey finally catches her breath she licks her dry lips and she clears her throat. "Well..." She husks and she looks down at you, pulling you up her body and looking deep into your eyes, your souls connecting as she gazes at you. "We must do that again at one point yes?"
The smile she gives you is so cheeky and it causes you to laugh, "Yes my darling I suppose we will."
❝ i think i forgot what human contact felt like. ❞ with Sally please and also your work is amazing 😊💗
Human Contact
You had entered the Cortez in search for somewhere to exist where no one know you. You were just the girl in the corner of the bar. For some time, you enjoyed that. Making conversation with people you didn’t know. It thrilled you.
But you were completely spellbound by Sally McKenna. She was something different. Other worldly. She first talked to you on your third visit to the Cortez. You had noticed her before, sitting, watching you. So, when she sat down next to you, and introduced herself with a sly smirk, you felt your cheeks warm up. You drank together, laughed, and bonded. Time after time, you came back to the Cortez to see Sally crying, thinking you weren’t coming back.
After a while, you no longer drank in the bar but went up to her room. And from drinks it went to take away that you would bring with you every time you visited. You would watch TV and eat happily, having the odd food fight.
And after that, came the romance. The tender kiss, the more passionate one and then you two ended up in bed. It was a heavenly experience, and you were sure you had never felt that good in your life. You contemplated it as you lay with her in bed, her head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat.
“I think I forgot what human contact felt like,” Sally muttered into the silence. She looked up at you, her blonde hair tickling the underside of your chin. You held her closer, kissing the top of her head. You knew Sally was a bit of a broken woman. But you had hoped that perhaps you could hold this broken woman together.
“Well, I promise that I will never ever let you forget what it feels like ever again,” you grin, leaning down and pressing a kiss against her cold lips. She was always cold. It helped ground you, so you didn’t mind.
“You really promise?” She asked in a whisper. You nodded and she grinned back, launching herself on top of you, straddling you. “Well, I think I need another reminder already.”
69. Following The Kiss With A Series Of Kisses Down The Neck
74. Kisses Where One Person Is Sitting In The Other’s Lap
Words: 1,064
Pairing: Cordelia Goode x reader
Requested by: anon
A/N: this was supposed to be like 500 words oops,,,,,,, but it’s DONE and that’s what matters uwu shout out to @lana-b-bana who’s been dealing with my bs and to @raleigh-ocean who i miss like crazy
Cordelia Taking Wilhemina To The Doctor Headcanons
A/N: My wonderful partner-in-crime @shineestark contributed heavily to this, so if y’all like this, then you should—you have to check out her masterlist here because you’re sure to find something you like. :)
hey Tori! it’s been a while but I’m so happy to see you back on my dash! how are you? 🌼
hi, ix !! you’re so sweet, i’m so glad to see that you’re still around too !! i’m great at the moment, how are you ?? i hope you’re having a wonderful week and i hope that you’re taking care of yourself !!! thank you so much for checking in. 🌷✨💗
Enough Is Enough. (Audrey Tindall x Reader One Shot.)
A/N: 3k words of pure bratty audrey ?? maybe this was slightly self-indulgent, who knows.
Warning: this is pretty smutty and kinky !! (dirty talk, fingering, oral, punishment, etc etc !!) so read at your own risk <3
Making a reservation at one of the most high-class restaurants in the city — when Audrey was scheduled to work 12-16 hour days for the next 4 days — was not the brightest of ideas, and you knew that the second the actress had brought it up. Of course, you couldn't reason much with your lover at the time, on a Tuesday night, when she had barely felt the hit of the exhausting week she was about to endure. And so, with little argument on your part, you had done exactly as Audrey had so sweetly asked and you'd managed to book a table for Sunday night for the two of you.
It was barely possible, and if it weren't for Audrey begging you with her eyes as you made the call and the slight bribery you had slotted into the conversation, well, you probably wouldn't have ended up in the sticky situation that you were in now.
It was already Sunday evening. The week had flown by rapidly for you; if it weren't for the fact that you'd woken up to Audrey peppering kisses along your shoulder, you wouldn't have even noticed that it was already the end of the week. Audrey, on the other hand, couldn't have had time flow slower for her as she struggled to stay sane with every long day that passed, yet that didn't stop the actress from waking early — even if it was with the wrong intention.
Audrey decided to start her antics this morning. You weren't going to lie, you had hope that she would be able to behave herself properly for once after a tiring week, and although you couldn't necessarily blame her for being frustrated, you also couldn't allow her to act out towards you when barely any of her irritation was of your fault.
You spent a good majority of the day shushing Audrey's excessive whining, avoiding arguments about who's at fault for tonight's reservation, and blocking out any ill-mannered remarks which were thrown by Audrey at just about every little thing she felt the need to give her specifically negative opinion on.
It was fair to say that you had remained patient all day. However, as you breathed out your fifth sigh in the last minute — realising that you'd been ready and waiting for Audrey to do her hair for the past hour —, you felt your patience being sucked entirely dry, and so, you swiftly stood from the couch before making your way to the master bedroom.
The sound of Audrey huffing could be heard from halfway down the hall, and as you stepped back inside the room you'd left just over an hour ago, you couldn't help but blow out your own exasperated sigh as you noticed Audrey was in the exact same position that she was in when you'd last seen her. Her back was facing you as she remained situated at her vanity, a comb left abandoned in her short, blonde hair. She took a moment to frown at you through the mirror, making sure that her annoyance was made extremely known.
"Audrey, what's taking so long?" Though the tone of your voice could've fooled anybody into thinking that you were calm, the actress knew you better than that. She could read your face like a script and the mere glimpse of your slightly-raised eyebrows had her informed of your own frustration immediately.
"It's this fucking hair, (y/n)!" Audrey complained, being reminded of the show she was supposed to be putting on, making her irritation out to be far bigger than it really was.
"Baby, watch your tone. It was just a question," you spoke in warning. Audrey sighed, slumping in her seat as you wandered over to where she was sat, carefully sliding the comb out of her hairspray-coated head. "Now, can you calmly explain to me why it has taken you over an hour to do absolutely nothing?"
The actress rolled her eyes. She didn't do absolutely nothing. Time was being wasted, wasn't it? That was the entire point.
"My hair isn't co-operating with me, love. I'm sorry for snapping but it's making me see red," Audrey explained.
"Do you need help? I know I'm not one of your hair stylists but your hair is short, baby. I'm sure I can style it somehow."
"No no, it's fine. I think i'm going to give my hairstylist a ring instead."
"Honey, I asked you if you wanted me to call James an hour ago," you reminded the actress. "You told me that 'it's not necessary'. We don't have the time now, Audrey. You either sort your hair in the next ten minutes or you're leaving like this."
The blonde's mouth fell open in disbelief at how unreasonable you were sounding. Her eyebrows furrowed, and as she began speaking, her tone grew harsher and harsher with every word. "Do you really expect me to leave the house with my hair a mess? Not fucking happening, (y/n). I'm not-"
"It's hardly a mess, Aud-"
"Then what the fuck is this?" Audrey cut you off quicker than lightening, lifting a fast hand to roughly pull at a clump of stiff strands of hair.
"Did I not tell you to watch your mouth a minute ago?" You sternly asked, ignoring her frustration for the time-being. The actress' attitude was starting to get on every single one of your nerves, and if it wasn't for the fact that you were due to leave in fifteen minutes, you'd have already pulled her over your lap.
Audrey blew out a deep sigh as her eyes fluttered shut. This wasn't working in her favour at all. She had to make a quick change of plans.
"I'm sorry, darling. It's just-" Audrey got up from her seat before making her way towards you, continuing with her sentence only once she was stood an inch away from you, a pleading look on her face. "I- I don't think I feel too well. All this hairspray in the air — God, it's making me so dizzy."
You raised both of your eyebrows at that. Audrey was an incredible actress and it wasn't hard to believe even the silliest of stories when it came to it. But you knew her very well by now and she couldn't fool you this easily even on one of your worst days.
"We're not doing this right now, Audrey," you shook your head in disapproval. "I better hear you walking down those stairs in the next ten minutes or so help me God-"
"You will! Ok, fine! I will be there," the blonde quickly cut you off. "But before you go, can I have a kiss? Please?"
You playfully rolled your eyes before smiling, "of course, baby. Thank you for listening."
Audrey gave you a toothy grin before leaning in and pressing her soft lips to yours, trying her very best to lead the kiss. It was unusual. And what made it more suspicious was the fact that Audrey never, absolutely ever, kissed you so heatedly right after getting her makeup done. In fact, she'd scolded you plenty of times for attempting to do so before an event or even just before a simple outing.
The second the actress felt you attempting to pull away from the kiss, she deepened it, sliding her hands up your arms and around your neck, locking you in place.
Feeling your patience gradually being drained by the woman's questionable behaviour, you slowly turned so that Audrey's back was facing the bed before carefully leading the woman towards its direction, not breaking away from her embrace just yet.
Enough is enough. You bit Audrey's bottom lip, sucking on it gently before pulling away just as the backs of her legs hit the edge of the bed.
"Wha-" Audrey was cut off as you shoved her back onto the mattress, "for God's sake! Watch it! You're going to ruin my hair, (y/n)!"
You climbed onto the bed, straddling one of actress's thighs before swiftly pulling her dress up to her abdomen. "Oh, quit whining already. I'll ruin a lot more than just your hair if you don't get your attitude in check, you little brat."
Audrey squirmed, biting her lip as to hold back from firing yet another brave remark at you as you ran your fingers along the inside of her right thigh. "Is this what you've been wanting all day, hm? Do you like testing my patience?" You raised an eyebrow as you reached the top of Audrey's thigh, noticing that her legs were now fully spread.
Taking the opportunity to do so, you pulled your hand away before sharply bringing your palm down onto the fair, sensitive skin, delighting in the surprised squeak that left Audrey's plump lips.
"No! No, I- I don't. Please, God! Have some mercy," The woman grumbled in frustration, yet you didn't miss the pink flush that coloured her chest and warmed her cheeks, or the way she tightly gripped the sheets with both fists in order to ground herself.
"Oh no, no. You don't get to do that. Not after misbehaving for me the entire day," you shook your head in disapproval as your fingers resumed their dance along the blonde's smooth skin, running over Audrey's silk panties and down her slit.
She arched her back as your digits teased her in the way you knew could drive her insane. Audrey couldn't stand teasing. It always made for the perfect punishment.
"(y/n)," the actress warned, her knuckles turning white for a brief moment before all of her self-control flew out of the window and her hands flung down to her panties.
However, before Audrey could even get any sort of relief, you had gripped both of her wrists in your own two hands and pinned them down by the sides of her head. Your face was barely an inch away from hers as you began scolding the blonde. "Don't you even dare try playing that game with me, Audrey. Pull a stunt like that again and you won't be getting to cum anytime soon. Now you're going to show me that you're a good girl who's deserving of a reward, and you're going to fold your arms behind your back. Am I making myself clear, sweetheart?"
The neediest of whines poured from Audrey's lips as her eyebrows furrowed in frustration yet, surprisingly enough, the woman nodded in agreement, noting how serious your tone had gotten. She did not want to be punished today and she knew very well that although you were patient, she was walking on a fine line right now.
"Good," you whispered, your lip brushing against hers for barely a second before you sat up straight again, watching as Audrey hurriedly did just as she was told. A pleased hum was quick to involuntarily leave your throat, and you soon rewarded Audrey by slipping your hand into her panties and through her soaked folds, indulging in the way she gasped at the feeling of your fingers sliding into her heat with ease, and the way she squirmed impatiently when she came to the realisation that your hand had stilled. She was so close to finally gaining some relief and here you were, messing with her mind again.
"So wet already," you noted out loud. "Does being a bad girl turn you on, Audrey? Is that it, baby? It certainly would explain a lot."
The actress groaned, closing her eyes as she huffed. "No. Now please, I need you, (y/n), come on!"
You tutted, shaking your head as you slowly moved your fingers in and out of Audrey, "such an impatient little brat. You ought to be taught a lesson."
All Audrey could do was whine in reply, feeling breathless at the sole feeling of your fingers curling and hitting her sweetest spot every-so-often.
As much as you scolded the woman for misbehaving — and enjoyed whenever she made sure to be an extra good girl for you —, there was nothing more satisfying than reducing her to a speechless, whiny mess after she'd been so insolent the entire day.
Audrey's soft whines and whimpers soon turned into needy moans and you found it to be a perfect opportunity to quicken the pace of your hard-working fingers, suppressing a moan of your own as you fed on Audrey's adorable reactions.
"I- (y/n), I'm-" the actress could barely form words as they seemed to die at the tip of her tongue. The pleasure of your fingers hitting her g-spot repeatedly had Audrey seeing stars.
"Hm? What was that, sweetheart?" You teasingly asked, slowing down in pace when the blonde failed to reply after a few seconds.
"N-No, God, please don't stop! I'm, I'm close," Audrey breathlessly informed you and you smirked in return, pulling your fingers out of her heat and taking in the defeated and completely astounded look that fell upon her face as she watched you clean her juices off of your fingers with your tongue.
Purposely moaning at the taste before letting your digits leave your lips, you looked right into Audrey's shocked eyes, speaking with faux-sympathy laced in between your words. "Awe, my poor little girl."
The actress's face flushed red in almost an instant as she eyed you in disbelief. "What the fuck is this supposed to be?"
"Why run your mouth when you can put it to much better use?" You asked dumbly as if you didn't understand what Audrey's frustration was all about.
"I didn't get to cum!" The woman angrily snapped, perching up onto her elbows to fully scowl at you. She was pissed beyond belief. And the stupidly sweet smile which was occupying your face didn't at all help the actress calm down.
"Well, that was the point, darling." You crawled over Audrey's half-clothed body till you were straddling her abdomen before pushing her back down onto the bed with one hand. "You see, it's only fair that I make you wait to cum since you thought it would be perfectly fine to make me wait for you."
Audrey gasped, looking conflicted as she watched you crawl off of her. You slid your panties down your legs before dropping them onto the bedroom floor and turning back to the woman who had her eyes glued to your long limbs. With a small smirk playing on your lips, you situated yourself back over Audrey's flustered skin, slowly lowering yourself onto her face.
"(y/n), my makeup!" Audrey whined in complaint. She couldn't believe it! You'd made such a fuss of her getting ready so you could both go out to dinner, and here you were, ruining her hair and makeup as if it didn't cost her a performance, a handful of meltdowns and a punishment. The woman didn't know whether she should be pissed at you for wasting her time, or whether to be pleased at the fact that her plan had worked after all. However, she didn't have the chance to thoroughly think her choices through before your stern voice pulled her out of her thoughts again.
"Shut up. Be a good girl and stick out your tongue for me," you ordered, searching Audrey's defiance-filled eyes. Much to your surprise though, after a moment of hesitation, the woman once again did as she was told. You were soon met with Audrey's hot, wet tongue sliding through your folds before her painted lips wrapped around your clit, proving that the actress could, in fact, be such a good girl when she wanted to be.
Audrey, being driven by the need to orgasm herself, worked eagerly and with intent on your own throbbing core as you pulled on her short, blonde locks, not caring for the fact that you had completely messed up her hair, or the fact that with every jerk of your hips, Audrey's lipstick was being smudged further and further across her chin and cheeks.
"Your m-mouth is incredible, babygirl," you informed the actress between moans. Audrey softly whined at the praise, the vibrations racking up her throat and pushing you closer to the edge.
You kept your eyes on the actress for as long as you could, observing the way her own dark eyes would roll back whenever you tugged on her hair a little tighter. Or how her skin would heat up a little more every time a generous praise left your lips.
"You always look so gorgeous underneath me." There was a smug look on your face which Audrey could not stand. Her face was so flustered, she was sure it was going to burn.
Enough is enough. Audrey suddenly doubled her efforts, wanting nothing more than to just get you off and indulge herself in getting to watch you unravel for her. She was always so much more vocal than you, so every moan or whimper that she managed to pull out of you had her eyes lighting up in delight.
However, what the blonde wasn't expecting was to see you lean back a little before feeling two of your digits sliding back inside of her. You were no longer messing with her and she was well aware by the feeling of you roughly curling your fingers inside of her.
Before long, you were desperately rocking against the actress's mouth, words of encouragement falling from your lips between sounds of pleasure. "Fuck, Audrey. Yes! Make me cum, sweetheart."
The actress moaned uncontrollably; the sight of you grinding against her mouth and the feeling of your fingers working her exactly how she liked had Audrey's mind spinning, and before the woman could even stop herself, she was clenching on your fingers as screams of pleasure poured from her mouth and into your heat.
Your orgasm was soon to follow, leaving you breathless and spent as you practically dropped onto the bed next to Audrey's twitching body.
The room was emptied of all the tension that had built up over the past few hours as you both relaxed into the cool sheets. The blonde was the first to recover, sitting up before looking to you with her award-winning puppy-eyes.
"Does this mean that we don't have to go out tonight?" Audrey quietly spoke, almost worried that she'd have to fix her stupid hair and makeup again.
You gently laughed then, watching as the actress's face softened at your clear amusement.
"How about this-" you began, sitting up before kissing Audrey's wet lips, "I'll order takeout and cancel the reservation while you go start a shower. Sound good?"
Audrey beamed as she looked into your eyes, relief washing over her as she heard the words she'd been craving to hear all day. "It's a date," she grinned before attaching her lips back onto yours in a grateful kiss.
Sweet Distraction. (Lana Winters x Reader One Shot.)
Warning: this is smut !! you’ve been warned :). (dirty talk, grinding ??? i’m useless at descriptions, sorry)
Lana had been tucked away in her office for the majority of the day. More specifically, for the past few hours. Typing away as never-ending thoughts slipped from her mind and appeared on paper. The last time you had seen the brown-haired beauty was several hours ago, yet you hadn't stopped thinking about her since. Lana had made an appearance in the kitchen with the intention of refilling her coffee but, as usual, she had managed to get herself distracted before her beverage was even made, pinning you to the kitchen counter in the gentle, yet domineering way that she knew you liked.
It was quite cruel, now that you think about it. Her intention was to work you up as speedily as possible, all so she could amuse herself a little before going back to writing her next book. And boy, did it work.
Your mind was stubborn in making you repeatedly recall the feeling of Lana's elegant fingers running down your sides, or the way her tongue slid across yours in the most leisurely, yet expert way. The thoughts were clouding your every sense so much so that you hadn't even realised that you were sauntering towards Lana's home office until you reached the tall, oak door. You were soaked, and Lana needed another break anyway.
The door was ever-so-slightly ajar. The sound of Lana's fingers tapping on the keys of her typewriter was echoing through her office and spilling out into the halls, and you smiled at the comforting sound which you easily associated with your girlfriend. You decided against knocking and possibly startling the writer, setting foot inside the room and quietly making your way towards her instead.
Lana's eyes were fixated on the polished keys as her fingers flitted from one letter to another with practiced precision. Although you were gentle with the way you placed your right hand on Lana's shoulder, the writer still jolted in slight surprise at the touch. Her gorgeous features twisted from fright into relief as she looked up to meet your eyes.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," you quickly apologised, biting your lip as a sheepish look formed on your face.
"It's alright, sugar," Lana pushed her office chair away from her desk, smiling warmly up at you. "I didn't even hear you come in. Why was my girl sneaking up on me, hm? Is everything ok?"
The writer's eyebrows briefly furrowed as she began scanning your eyes worriedly, but realisation was quick to take over her features as she became aware of the way your pupils were blown-out, and how you attempted to squeeze your thighs together without her noticing.
"I just miss you."
It wasn't a complete lie, but it also wasn't the entire truth. And Lana could easily tell so as you swung one of your legs over hers before lowering yourself down onto her lap. However, the brunette decided to play along, not paying any mind to the dampness between your legs, which was already beginning to soak through your panties and onto her skirt.
"I know, I'm sorry, sweetheart. I've been typing like crazy lately, but the deadline is so soon. I need to get this all done," Lana's voice held a tinge of sympathy in it as she tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.
"Don't apologise, love. I understand," you told her softly, genuinely. "But I was just thinking-" your tone fell an octave lower as you leaned into Lana's ear, lip brushing against the smooth skin, "maybe you could take a break." You ground your hips down and purposely blew a breathy moan out, making Lana shudder underneath you.
She knew that taking a break was a bad idea, but the woman was literally weak for you. You were dripping onto her thigh already — it'd be awfully cruel of her to make you wait any longer for her touch.
Lana couldn't help the low groan that tumbled from her lips as she felt you grind against her again. Her strong hands found your hips in no time, and as she captured your lips in a heated kiss, her grip became iron-sturdy, stopping you from gaining any sort of relief.
You were almost desperate enough to force out a frustrated moan, yet as Lana's tongue slid against yours and you finally tasted the sweet lips that you'd been dreaming about for the past few hours, you figured you could last another minute or so.
As soon as Lana broke away from the kiss, her dark eyes began searching yours, "Can I touch you?" she breathed out, making sure that it was exactly what you wanted.
"Please," you begged, need dripping in your tone as you nodded almost too eagerly.
Lana smiled warmly before pressing her soft palm against your cheek. "Do you remember the safe-word, (y/n)?"
"Red."
"Smart girl," Lana nodded approvingly, leaning in to press a quick, sweet kiss to your forehead before pulling back. "Say it and I'll stop, baby. Got it?"
You hummed in response, biting your lip in the anticipation of finally having her fingers right where you've been needing them.
"Ah, ah. Use your words, sweetheart. You know how this works," the writer softly reprimanded you, searching your eyes as you opened your mouth to speak.
"Sorry," you blushed. "I understand, my love."
Lana's face softened as she watched your reaction to her fingertips finally gliding up your bare thighs and sliding underneath your skirt. You had purposely worn one for easy access and Lana knew that very well, feeling slightly smug about that fact herself.
As soon as her hand cupped your centre over your panties and she felt just how wet you were, a gasp flew from her lips and you bit your lip, trying to remain patient.
"You're dripping, baby. Is this all for me?" The brunette huskily asked even though she knew the answer already.
"All of it, Lana," you softly moaned, grinding your hips down into her palm for only a moment of relief.
The writer bit her lip briefly before speaking again, "what’s gotten you this worked up, sweetie?" She wondered out loud. Lana loved talking to you whenever you both got intimate. It kept you both grounded and in the moment, and you could always tell if either of you needed to slow down or even take a break.
"Y-You did," you whimpered, trying to keep your eyes open and on the brunettes flawless face. "The way you kissed me earlier, it- it made me want you so bad," you spoke truthfully, letting the woman know that this was exactly what you had been wanting all day long.
"Have you been this wet all that time?" Lana raised an eyebrow as an impressed smirk tugged at her lips.
You nodded in reply to her question, "I tried to stay patient but I couldn't wait any longer, I'm sorry."
"Ssh," the woman soothed, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to your clavicle before pulling back, "it's okay, I'm not mad, doll. In fact, i wish you came to me sooner. I can’t have my pretty girl all worked up now, can I?" The woman hummed in faux-disapproval as a teasing smile formed on her face. "I think I can help fix this little problem. What do you say, sweetheart? Do you need me to make you cum?" And just to pull another sweet sound out of you, Lana purposely pressed down onto your clit with her middle finger, moaning softly when you whimpered yet again.
"Please, Lana."
"Alright, sweet girl. I'll take care of you," the writer spoke with adoration, watching as your face twisted in pleasure and relief once your panties had been pulled to the side and Lana's skilled fingers finally busied themselves with circling your swollen clit.
You began rocking your hips in rhythm with the brunettes fingers, letting out whimpers and whines as you finally felt yourself chasing your well-deserved high.
"Tell me what you want, (y/n)," Lana spoke after a minute or so, searching your face for any indication of what exactly it was that you needed from her.
"K-Keep going," you stuttered out, grasping onto her shoulders in order to remain stable. "Y-You're doing gre- ohh, god. Please don't stop, th- this feels so g-good." Moans broke your words apart as your abdomen tightened in pleasure and your thighs burned from the effort of grinding against Lana's fingers, yet all you could focus on was just how in-awe Lana looked as she observed you closely; her heart warming and eyes softening at the reassurance of your words.
You tried to keep your dark eyes locked on her sparkling ones, yet as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the euphoric edge, your eyes involuntarily fluttered closed and your mind was swiped blank, your only focus being on the sweet release that Lana was determined to provide you with.
"Are you close, baby?" Lana breathlessly husked out, noticing the way in which your cheeks flushed a darker shade of pink and the way your hips began jumping uncontrollably, breaking the rhythmic pace that Lana's fingers were initially working to.
"Y-Yes! O-oh, Lana. I-I'm gonna-"
"Cum for me, sweetheart. I've got you," the brunettes fingers suddenly doubled in speed and you were soon consumed in a mind-shattering orgasm, making your entire body momentarily tense up before finally melting and moulding into Lana's own.
The writer freed her soaked hand from your underwear only once your hips had stopped jerking, and she made quick work of mindlessly wiping your juices onto her skirt before enveloping you in a warm hug, one hand soothingly circling your lower back as you aimed to catch your breath.
"Was that ok?" Lana quietly asked, not wanting to startle you. "How are you feeling now, love?"
"That was perfect," you nuzzled into her neck, pressing a soft kiss to the smooth skin, making Lana's breath hitch in her throat. "I feel wonderful, thank you, darling," you smiled genuinely against her neck before pulling away from her sweet embrace, just enough to look into her eyes.
"There's just one more thing." A suggestive smirk brushed across your face as you noticed just how turned on Lana had gotten from watching you.
"And what's that, sweetheart?" The writer arched an eyebrow, gently gripping your waist in support as you eased off of her lap. You blushed once you noticed how much of a mess you made on her skirt, but managed to brush it out of your mind the moment your knees hit the ground and you shifted your focus onto something much more important.
"Let me express my gratitude," you looked up at Lana almost innocently and she couldn't help but gasp, biting her lip as to hide the excited smile that was aching to appear on her face.
"You're such an awfully sweet distraction," the brunette chuckled fondly, spreading her legs almost mindlessly. "You know I have plenty of work to do right now."
"So ask me to leave. Just say the words and I'll leave you be for the rest of the day, my love. That's a promise," you gently teased, knowing how difficult it was for Lana to resist you, especially when you had gotten her so worked up. It was near enough impossible and the writer had yet to prove you otherwise.
"Please don't."
It was your turn to smirk this time. "Just as I thought," you hummed before leaning in and pressing a kiss to the exposed skin of Lana's pale mid-thigh, your eyes lighting up as you watched her own eyes flutter closed in anticipation.
And just like that, all of the writer's work was long forgotten.
Thanks for all your tags on my Delia x Mina headcanons 💐💐💐 I have some more coming out soon 👀
you’re so welcome !! 💗💗 listen, i am SO excited for this. they may be the most powerful ever, but together ???? they’re SOFT and i live for that. thanks to your mina x delia stuff, i will forever hate ryan murphy for depriving us of even ONE scene between those two. heartbroken but not surprised
A/N: Huge, huge shoutout to @shineestark for practically co-writing these with me uwu. We really are out here giving needy!bottom!Wilhemina rights! Love that for us!
Warnings / Notes • finger sucking tbh. This is kind of short but I sort of like it??? Hope you do too! This will be continued I promise!
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Tag List • @ahs-honey @marilynroselleprentiss @saviorinsilk @gay-and-sad-tm @sarah-paulson-is-supreme @erinthatbitch
You roll your eyes at the pattering of Billie Dean's bare feet on the hardwood floor of your parent's study. Being home for spring break originally felt like the most amazing plan you've ever had in your entire life. You would get to study in peace and quiet, especially since your parents weren't even home.
Good idea, perhaps, until your parents told you that their friend Billie Dean Howard would be staying there the week while she prepared for filming. Billie Dean seemed to be even more... Flirtatious too, now that you two were alone. It took everything in your power to keep your concentration on your book.
"I made a snack, you want some?" Billie Dean offers a little too sweetly as she sits on the other end of the couch and you could practically hear the smirk that usually settled on her lips.
"No, I'm fine." You turn the page in your book, attempting to focus on the sentences but you quickly heard the loud and obnoxious sound of a whipped cream can, completely ruining any chance you had at studying.
"Are you sure?" She waits until you look up and she grabs a cream-covered strawberry, lifting it to her lips. "I have enough to share." She whispers before letting the strawberry slide in between her soft plump lips in a teasing manner.
"Oh fuck me," You watch her hungrily and you swallow thickly as you try to clear your mind of the absolutely filthy thoughts that corrupted it. "Billie-"
"I know you want me," she cuts your sentence off and she sucks the leftover cream from her fingers, moaning gently as she gazes at you from under her eyelashes. "Don't you?"
You watch as her fingers dip back into the plate, the long digits coated in the sweet cream once more. You couldn't take it anymore, all the teasing, all the flirting that started happening after you turned eighteen, you couldn't handle it.
So you close your book and you grab her wrist, taking her middle finger into your mouth you collect the cream with your tongue and you suck the digit completely clean until you move to her index finger.
Billie's breathing shallowed, her heart started pounding so quickly she wasn't sure she would live through this moment. Your lips wrapped around her finger in such a delicious way that it had her core aching to be touched, honestly, she wanted to be devoured. "You c-could... Lick it up in other places, anywhere." she husks out and her dark, needy obsidian eyes gaze into yours.
You pull her fingers out of your mouth by her wrist and you give her a small smirk, you had never really seen Billie like this. The woman always got what she wanted. "Hmm... Maybe later," You take a strawberry off of the plate and you pop it into your mouth. "Thanks for the offer though." You give her a wink and you grab your book. Leaving the study feeling like for the first time ever, you actually had a win against Billie.
Right after you closed the door you heard her groan in frustration. Yeah, it's safe to say you had Billie Dean wrapped around your finger. Maybe coming home for spring break wouldn't be so bad after all.
Your Venable x Reader depression fic was so good! If you’re okay with it, would you maybe consider writing a second part where Venable finds out the reader self harms? Maybe helps take care of her wounds?
hi, thank you so, so much !!! 💞💞 ahh, i can definitely consider writing this, but i’m not too sure i’ll be able to write something like this without triggering anyone or romanticising the issue in any way which is something i would never ever want to do, so i’m sorry if i don’t end up writing it !! please feel free to request this from another writer if you feel it’s something you really want to read. thank you for requesting though, i really do appreciate it.
Can I request a Venable x Reader pre apocalypse where they are used to the reader being really upbeat and charismatic all the time and then there’s one day they don’t see them at work, and Venable goes to the reader’s apartment to see how bleak it is and the reader’s having a depressive episode and it,,,just really shocks Venable?
posted !! i hope it’s what you imagined it to be <3 thank you for requesting !!
Out of the Ordinary. (Wilhemina Venable x Reader One Shot.)
A/N: hi omg it has been YEARS. i never usually write these sorts of stories but i decided to give this request a shot and here it is !! i hope someone out there enjoys this :)
Request: “ Can I request a Venable x Reader pre apocalypse where they are used to the reader being really upbeat and charismatic all the time and then there's one day they don't see them at work, and Venable goes to the reader's apartment to see how bleak it is and the reader's having a depressive episode and it,,,just really shocks Venable?” — @urleastfavtree (thank you so much for requesting this and pulling me out of the biggest ever writers block !! i hope i did the idea justice.)
Wilhemina drummed her manicured nails against her plum mahogany desk in a rhythmic pattern, her eyes falling to the clock in the corner of her laptop screen in what would seem like worry to even the most oblivious onlooker, if it weren't for her drowning any emotion in a facade of frustration.
You were never late. And yet, here was Ms. Venable, anxiously waiting for her annoyingly-cheery assistant to rush through the door and start word vomiting her way through the worlds worst excuse. Something along the lines of, 'I found an abandoned dog in the street and I had to take it to a shelter' or 'I went to buy breakfast for the homeless man across the street'. Those were the kinds of useless, ridiculous acts she could imagine you doing that would result in you not showing up for work on time.
However, an hour rolled by slower than ever before and you were still nowhere to be found. In fact, Ms. Venable almost waited the whole entire day for you to burst into the building. She would catch herself staring holes through the glass windows, hoping to see you dash past with a bright, apologetic smile on your face. She felt herself listening out for your contagious laughter and the sweet sound of your melodic voice in every hallway and corner of the building, and she even had someone bring her two cups of coffee in case you ended up showing up eventually.
The red-head couldn't even bring herself to start wondering why she had allowed you to take up her mind the entire day, but she absolutely despised the fact that you had such an affect on her. She always thought you were the most frustrating person to be around. You were so nice. Too nice. To her, to the idiots that worked at the company, and to absolutely anybody you would come into contact with.
Venable would never be the one to make or take phone calls unless the company was to be dealing with a difficult caller, but by lunch time, she had an iron grip on her telephone as she dialled your number.
Worry didn't fail to truly settle in her stomach when — after the third call — Venable realised that you weren't going to pick up the phone. That's when the woman decided she'd be leaving work early to deal with 'personal matters'.
It wasn't hard finding your address in the system, nor was it too hard getting to your apartment. But standing in front of your door, one hand tightly wrapped around her cane and another inching towards the run down wood, Wilhemina was soon finding it very difficult to come up with an explanation as to why she had gone so out of her way just to end up... here. At her assistants apartment. The person she'd claim she would have no trouble firing daily.
Just as the older woman shook every bit of evident concern off of her features — the crease in between her eyebrows dissolving and her stance straightening to perfection — you warily swung the door open, almost immediately seeing your own confusion being mirrored back at you as Wilhemina's eyes scanned your dishevelled form.
"Ms. Venable? What- uh, what are you doing here?" You wondered out loud, pressing the door towards its frame slowly in attempt to cover up as much of the mess of your apartment as possible.
"I-" the woman paused, clearing her throat as all emotion was forcefully drained from her face, "you didn't call in to work. Unfortunately, it is my duty to ensure that I get the reasoning behind that."
You were too debilitated to put on a show, and yet you couldn't help but tell a white lie in attempt to squeeze any last bit of worry out of Wilhemina's perfect features.
"I'm so sorry, Ms. Venable. I was sick all night and I slept through most of the morning," you bit the corner of your lip in hopes of easing the sadness building up inside of you, yet that didn't seem to work as Venable was soon met with teary eyes, shocking her enough for a visible frown to form on her face.
Deep down, the older woman knew it'd be best if she'd just flee the building right now. She knew that was the safest option. And yet, seeing you in such a shambolic state had her forgetting the reputation she had fought terribly hard to build, and before the red-head could see reason, the concern in her tone shone through like the sunlight on a summer morning.
"Have you eaten yet? I have time to spare before my next meeting and it wouldn't be too harrowing of a job to cook you a decent meal."
You swallowed the gasp that was threatening to part through your lips as, for once, Venable managed to say something which wasn't even mildly offensive to you.
All of a sudden, you felt yourself growing embarrassed of the state that you were in. You happened to be an absolute clean freak on any other day. Your clothing was always rich in colour, vibrant even, and your hair was always as close to 'neat' as possible. Yet here you were, hair unkempt and matted in places; clothing rumpled and dull-looking. You must've looked terrible on the outside but that didn't matter so much when you felt even worse on the inside.
"My- My apartment, it's-"
"I didn't ask about your apartment, (y/n)."
You sucked in a sharp breath, bracing yourself for complete humiliation, "r-right, Ms. Venable, sorry. Of course you can come inside."
Your fingers loosened and soon let go of the steel door handle as you let the block of wood draw open, the apartment soon coming into Venable's view. As much as your curious mind ached to see the reaction of the woman you'd grown to like so much, you couldn't help but train your eyes onto the ground as you stepped aside, allowing room for the red-head to slither into your home.
She slipped out of her boots and coat with practiced ease, not once stopping to gaze at the piles of clothes and rubbish strewn around the room, or to judge the bleak interior of your apartment. Venable had never found it difficult to dish insults out like words were nothing to her, but second after second passed, and the woman had not given even the slightest sign of displease or disapproval.
"Mind showing me to the kitchen?"
You finally looked up into Wilhemina's soft brown eyes, finding surprise and what could only be described as sympathy.
Nodding, you ventured through the building, Venable following shortly behind, cane drumming on the panelled ground.
"Are you sure you want to do this? I- I mean, you don't have to, Ms. Venable. Really, it's ok," you tried reassuring the woman that she wasn't obligated to help, but she simply ignored you, gesturing for you to take a seat at the kitchen table.
"You can call me Mina when we're in an informal setting," Venable spoke as she swung the fridge open, scanning her eyes over the few products you had in there. "French toast?" She asked, glancing over at you.
You nodded softly. "Thank you."
As the red-head busied herself with cooking, you sat and observed as she moved gracefully, yet with purpose, and you were drawn into deep thought, feeling yourself slowly detach from the moment.
That was, up until Venable placed a tall glass of water in front of you, uttering a simple, "Drink," before watching you gulp the cold liquid down almost immediately. You rapidly realised that you'd forgotten to drink today which you were sure that Wilhemina noticed, based on the slightly scolding look on her face, that softened only once you gave her a thankful smile.
You couldn't quite understand why the older woman, who was pretty much known for being cruel, would do such a nice gesture for you. And as you ate your food in silence, eyes glued to Wilhemina's back as she washed your dirty dishes, you felt yourself growing fonder and fonder of the red-head. You'd been warned countless times to stay away from her; told that she was dangerous and frightening to the bone, but she didn't owe you a thing, and yet, here she was, keeping you sane and grounded without even barely realising it.
Despite insisting you could finish up the rest of the dishes, Venable was quick to shut the debate down as she ordered you to go lay down on the couch, claiming she'd seen you yawn too many times for her comfort. She, herself, couldn't begin to comprehend why she was acting the way she was with you, but something inside her warmed — and possibly melted — whenever she caught sight of you.
Once the woman had left your kitchen polished and good as new, she ushered over to check on you, gently pressing her cane to the ground in order to keep you from waking up or feeling startled. She'd hate to admit it — in fact, she would never do so — but a small smile crept onto her face as her eyes fell upon your peaceful form.
A blanket was soon draped over your relaxed body, slowly pulling you out of sleep as you reached out and grasped onto Wilhemina's leg. "You didn't have to do that," you sleepily mumbled, eyes remaining shut.
The older woman froze in panic of waking you, before realising you were still half asleep. "Ssh now. This isn't the time to protest. You're clearly exhausted. Did you even rest at all or was that not the entire truth?"
You paused for a few seconds before letting out a deep breath, "I'm sorry, Mina. I didn't wanna disappoint you."
The woman bit her lip as she felt the admission pull at her heart strings. She couldn't quite believe that someone so usually-upbeat and optimistic could even think those things.
Careful not to put any strain on her back, Venable gently sat on the edge of the couch, eyes scanning your features as if she wanted to remember this moment forever. "You haven't disappointed me. I- I don't think you could ever do such a thing," Venable spoke more to herself than anyone else, voice dropping to a whisper by the end of her sentence. The red-head paused momentarily, debating with herself on what to say. She was never good at the 'comforting people' thing, she thought as she cleared her throat, "But (y/n)?"
"Hm?"
"Don't you dare lie to me again about how you're doing."
There was a moment of silence where Wilhemina was almost convinced that you had already fallen back to sleep, yet your hand soon found hers, embracing it in a warmth she hadn't felt in years. More so, a warmth she hadn't allowed herself to feel.
"I won't, Mina. Not to you. Not again."
Venable was almost breathless by the time your fingers finally loosened and she heard your breath even out. In reality, it was only a few seconds that passed, but it was enough to drain Wilhemina of all oxygen.
Her mind spun with thoughts of you and her heart ached with emotion for what seemed like the first time in eons. And those things never really eased up. Not hours later when her eyes scanned the spotless apartment before landing back onto your sleeping form, allowing her to indulge herself in one last longing look before leaving the building.
