she grew up feeling never truly loved by her father! being overshadowed by the animals he explored and when he died she felt resentment for never having his full attention
because she had resentment about it she took his exploring to an unhinged extreme to spite him even in death
in her early 20s she wasn't as intense about it as she is later on
she secretly loves Paddington but can never admit it
came out as a lesbian later in life
she hates monologuing and prefers her words/actions to get right to the point
(SFW don’t worry, we’re not getting into the freaked out era quite yet.)
•Daddy issues galore, all she wanted was to be seen by her father, especially since he was gone for a good while, with nothing to show his appreciation/love for her than the occasional photographs of his excursions. (So wrong for that btw.)
•Due to the lack of attention she received growing up, she definitely struggles with any form of positive interactions and affection, but when she does receive it, it fully helps heal a bit of her very very slowly.
•^^^ with the right people she absolutely loves physical touch (she HAS to be holding on to them at any given moment otherwise she would just feel so alone and unwanted)
•huge lesbian, enough said, and let’s be real, we ALL would be too for a woman that looked like her.
•takes around 45 minutes to an hour just doing her hair alone, throwing makeup into the routine she probably takes about an hour and a half to get ready
•wildly competitive, do NOT and I repeat, do NOT even think of challenging her, it’ll end in an argument between the two of you
•stubborn as hell and ALWAYS needs to be right (she’s literally just a girl, support her)
~that’s all I have right now, will definitely add more later on down the line.~
• she absolutely loves to be the little spoon whenever the opportunity arises
• realistically, she just loves to be held, whether you’re cuddling or just even standing around
• constantly peppers you with kisses (especially after she’s just put fresh lipstick on, she loves how flustered you get by all the lip prints she leaves on you)
• loves tracing the outline of your palms before she goes to hold your hands
• whispers very clingy things when you hold her, like how badly she wants to crawl into your skin and be combined as one for eternity
• when her hair’s not in her signature ponytail, she just absolutely loves her hair being played with
• will always beam at you even when you're doing the smallest of tasks, she's just so ecstatic to have you honestly
• love love lovessss when you just rest your chin on top of her head when you two are cuddling, it makes her feel so whole tbh
• wakes you up every morning by suffocating you in the tightest hug, all while kissing every inch of you to show her adoration towards you
• she's literally so obsessed with you and just notices even the smallest details
• no literally she's so observant when it comes to you, she notices if you swap out any thing at all, new mascara? she can tell, trust me.
(brain just ran out of thoughts, what's new.. enjoy!)
Authors Note: Not proofread because my laptop decided to freeze whilst I was in the middle of writing so I kinda lost my flow. Enjoy!
It was too hot. Despite only wearing a thin cotton shirt and a skirt you were melting in the heat of British summer time. You were convinced by the end of the day you'd be reduced to nothing more than a puddle of sweat.
Millicent had removed her jacket, top buttons of her purple shirt head come undone and her tie was half haphazardly thrown onto the desk. She'd long forgone the sense of professionalism in the work place, your uniform consisted of short tight skirts that rode up whenever you dared to do anything and shirt so tight the buttons looked as tho they were on the verge of bursting.
You learned very quickly from Grant she'd implemented this 'dress code' after your first day.
Beads of sweat trailed down your face as you filed away paperwork, if this kept up you'd no doubt pass out from heat stroke.
This had clearly caught the attention of your boss. Her hands froze as you let out a whine, tugging at the collar of your shirt. She raised her head to stare at you, letting her eyes rake over your body before returning to your face.
"Y/n."
You looked up towards her, practically panting from the lack of ac, just your luck it had to break on the hottest day of the year.
"Yes Miss Clyde?"
She tilted her head, examining you from head to toe once more. You shifted and squirmed under her gaze, wondering if you'd done something wrong. She often insulted Grant whenever he messed something up, yet you still hadn't received even a single critique aside from not following the 'dress code' on your first day.
"Are you alright? You look at tho you are about to pass out on me darling."
Instantly your gaze dropped to your feet at the pet name. "I'm fine.. it's just.. the heat, you know?"
She hummed in response, her chair scraping the floor as she pushed herself away from the desk and stood. Within a few long strides she now stood in front of you, taking your chin between her thumb and index finger.
Millicent pulled your face back up to meet hers, staring into your eyes deeply. You could feel your heartbeat thumping in your ears and the heat seemed to only become more oppressive.
She pulled away abruptly, only to tug at your shirt. "Take this off"
"What?!" Heat ran over your face, only adding to how uncomfortable you felt in this weather.
"If you're struggling so much with this heat that it's affecting your work than I insist you remove it."
Was your boss really asking you to strip in her office?
When you didn't offer her a reply, she raised her eyebrows and smiled that same smile she always did whenever you obeyed her.
You hands found the buttons of your shirt before you could even process what was happening, slowly undoing each one without looking away from her. You peeled it off slowly and let it drop to the floor.
Her gaze followed down your neck to the swell of your breasts, her smile only widening.
Underneath your shirt you had worn a lacy pink bra with bows embellishing it. When you remembered this fact you wanted nothing more for the earth to swallow you up whole.
"Oh my.. what interesting attire you have on darling." Her hand traced the strap on your bra, tugging on it slightly. You didn't mean to whimper, but it came out fast and involuntarily. She arched an eyebrow and leaned in close to you, too close.
You could feel her breath on your neck, smell her perfume, her chest pressed up against yours.
"Such a pretty little thing, and you've been hiding from me this whole time?"
"I haven't been hiding. I just cant come into work in nothing but my underwear." You managed to stammer out as her lips brushed your pulse.
"Well I certainly wouldn't be complaining if you did."
Was she flirting with you right now?
"Well um.. it only seems fair if you take your shirt off now too." Where the fuck did that come from.
Her eyes widened, neither of you were expecting those words to slip past your lips. But her smile also widened as she pulled back and made swift work of removing her shirt now. Her smirk remained, dark brown eyes staring right into your soul.
She pulled it off, letting it fall to the floor. Underneath she wore a dark green bra, nothing fancy or over the top like yours.
Now you both stood chest to chest in her office almost topless, door unlocked. Anyone could walk in and see this scene.
"You left the door unlocked didn't you?" You could only nod in response as you tried your hardest to avoid staring down at her tits.
Millicent gestured to the door with two fingers. "Go lock it."
Without another word, you turned, the clacking of your shoes echoing through the silent office as you made your way to the door. For a moment you hesitated before finally turning the lock, trapping you in here with her.
No one could save you now.
"Good girl, following instructions so well. Now, up on the desk."
She sat back down in her chair, patting the spot in front of her. You inhaled sharply and rounded her desk, placing your hands flat on the sturdy desk and pushed yourself up.
Without another word she dragged herself forward until she had her hands on your knees.
"Do you know why I implemented a dress code for you?"
You shook your head, breath hitching as she pushed open your legs to reveal the matching pants. A hum left her throat before she continued.
"Because from the first day I saw you I knew I couldn't have you hiding yourself from me. Such a pretty little thing.."
Her fingers brushed against your pants and you jerked. She chuckled in response. "Does this really turn you on so much? Oh poor thing, how pathetic."
What the fuck was going on?
She pulled back only to hook the waistband of your pants with two fingers. "Lift your hips for me."
You did as told, obeying every word, hanging onto them like they were your saving grace.
Millicent grinned, almost animalistic. That shouldn't have turned you on as much as it did, none of this should have. And yet you've touched yourself in bed to this very idea more times than you could count.
She pulled the lace down, letting them hang of your ankles, pushing your legs further apart.
One hand came forward, brushing two fingers over your cunt.
"Look how wet you are for me already, such a filthy puppy."
A whimper passed your lips as circled your clit slowly, she just stared up at you.
Millicent pulled herself closer by the desk, grabbing your legs and throwing them over her shoulders.
"Miss Clyde-! What are you-"
"Hush, or I'll have to gag you."
You shut your lips so fast and before you knew it she drew her tongue flat across your aching cunt.
"Oh fuck.." A moan fell past your lips and instantly your hand flew up to cover your mouth.
She laughed before delving right in, she was relentless in her movements, nails dug into your thighs as she gripped you hard to keep you squirming about.
Filthy noises let your mouth, muffled by the hand you kept clamped over it. Your free hand buried itself deep in her hair, her ponytail becoming loose as you did so.
Millicent didn't give you a moment of respite, licking and sucking like a woman starved, a feral animal almost. Her nose brushed against your clit and you swore you saw stars for a moment.
God was this better than you ever imagined, if she was this skilled with her tongue you could only imagine how she was with her hands, the same ones you watched skilfully stuff dead animals with precision and care.
You didn't care that she was your boss, you didn't care that she was old enough to be your mother. All you could think about was how good it felt, how you'd imagined this very moment so many times in bed.
She ran her tongue flat again and your hips bucked, throwing your head back.
"Fuck I'm.. I'm gonna-"
"Go on puppy."
Without fail you obeyed her just like always, your body went rigid as your legs clamped together around her head, pulling her hair hard as you arched you back.
Your moans muffled in your hand as you came, eyes fluttering and heart racing.
Finally, she pushed your legs open and pulled away, licking her lips as she stared up at you, panting, flushed, ruined.
"Rather productive day we've had so far don't you agree? Shall we continue?"
Summary: Brat!Reader pays her girlfriend a visit at work, hoping to get some attention.
Word count: 1060
No smut, suggestive, left open ended
Millicent sighed as she fiddled with the pen in her hand. She as deep in paperwork for a new incoming shipment. It was always tiring but she knew it needed to be done if she wanted more creations.
The door to her office opened, not that she bothered to look up, assuming it was another one of her useless employees.
What came through the door instead however was you, her girlfriend. You poked your head round the oak door to check she was in before coming in to full view.
"Millie!" Your voice ran through, light and cheery as you swung the paper bag in your hands.
She raised her head, gaze instantly softening as she spotted you, wearing the pink and white polka dot summer dress. White lace stockings clung to your legs, Millicent tried to not stare.
"Ah puppy, how lovely it is to see you. Do forgive me, I'm in the middle of very important piece of paperwork. If you'll just give me a moment.." Her voice trailed off as she turned back to her work, scribbling something down.
You pouted as the attention was taken off you, shutting the door behind you and leaning against it as you stared her down. Tilting your head you watched as her glasses sat propped on the end of her nose, how she drummed her fingers on the desk deep in thought, and action she probably didn't even know she was doing.
With a skip in your step, you made your way towards her desk, dropping the bag down on the table with a thud.
Millicent raised her head again, arching an eyebrow. "What's this?"
"Well.. I walked past your favourite bakery on the way here and guessed you had forgotten lunch again.."
"You mean you just wanted an excuse to buy yourself some treats." She dropped her gaze back down to her paperwork, crossing something out.
You huffed and she chuckled, pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose.
"How dare you accuse me of such a thing Millie! I'll have you know I simply care for the well being of my girlfriend."
She raised her brow once more, not even looking up this time as a smirk graced her perfect features.
"… Okay fine I wanted to try the new cake they had on offer, I saw it in the window as I passed. But I still got you some stuff!"
She removed her glasses, placing her pen down and sitting back in her chair, watching you.
"And pray tell.. what exactly makes desserts and sweets a healthy fulfilling lunch?"
If you were anyone else, Millicent would've expected you to back down, cower in fear. But she knew you better. She knew you wouldn't just back down with your tail between your legs.
"The brain needs sugar. You wouldn't be able to function without it, or carbs."
She hummed and grabbed the bag, peeling it open to look inside, finding a variety of cakes, cookies, and other sweet treats. Millicent reached in to grab one of the cookies, individually wrapped.
"What's this one?" Her hand twisted the treat around, inspecting it carefully.
"White chocolate raspberry cookie."
She grimaced. "Far too sweet for my taste, I prefer my chocolate rich and dark."
You placed your hands flat on the desk, leaning forward with an annoyed expression.
"That one was for me to try anyway."
Millicent's gaze found yours, but swiftly fell away, dropping to your chest instead.
The dress you wore was low cut, showing off your tits perfectly for her, and the fact that you had neglected to wear a bra today.
She grinned, taking a good look at you before speaking. "And are you apart of my lunch? You certainly look the most appealing of the sweet treats here."
You waltzed round to the other side of the table where she sat, sliding yourself into her lap with ease. Your hand toyed with her tie, tugging it to pull her closer and whisper in her ear.
"I could be.. I can see you eyeing me up. You think I didn't wear this on purpose?"
"The dress short enough that it counts more as a t-shirt than anything? Yes I had noticed. Very.. proactive of you puppy. Although I can't help but wonder how the men were gawking at you as you made your way here.."
You grinned, undoing her tie as you began to trail kisses up her neck. This was all apart of your plan and she knew it, but no matter how hard she tried she could not stop herself from falling into another one of your traps.
"Well I didn't notice. But then again I only have eyes for you my love."
Millicent's hand gripped the desk as her tie was removed. She felt as you tugged at her collar, lips no doubt leaving lipstick stains that she would wear with pride later.
"Someone's feeling rather bratty today aren't they? Here I am trying to run a museum department as my beloved pet is attempting to strip me during work hours."
You didn't respond, simply continued running your hands over her as you left more and more kisses on her neck, getting lower and lower-
Her hand came up quickly, tugging your hair back and revelling in the moan you let out.
"Look at you, trying to take charge for once hm? I'll have to put you in your place then. How does being bent over my desk and spanked sound?"
A laugh left your lips, hips grinding into hers. It was her turn to let out a sound now, groaning softly. "Sounds quite lovely, would you fuck me afterwards?"
"Oh darling," She leaned forward, lips finding your ear as she whispered softly. "I'll make you walking out of here hobbling-"
The door swung open as Grant stumbled in with a crate of supplies for taxidermy.
"Sorry boss! Got the supplies you ordere-"
He froze in his tracks as he saw you both wide eyed staring at him.
"Oh dear I am so sorry boss I didn't- I mean I-"
"Get out."
"Right! Of course!" He dropped the crate onto the nearest table and bolted out the door.
She rolled her eyes and scoffed, scowling before she finally turned back to you.
Content Warnings: pet play, somnophilia, masturbation
Authors note - Hello everyone! I'm aliveee!! My creative juices seem to be flowing again and I'm hoping to pump some more works out! That being said if anyone has any requests for either movie or musical millie please do send them my way <3 also im trying out different themes so some things on the blog may get shifted and changed
Musical Millicent makes you wear short skirts to the point you couldn't even call it a piece of clothing.
Musical Millicent drops things and makes you bend over to pick them up, she will stop you if you try and crouch instead.
Musical Millicent buys you jumpers a size too small just to accentuate your chest.
Musical Millicent loves your tits, no matter the size, she is obsessed with them.
Musical Millicent laces you up in a corset just a tad bit tight.
Musical Millicent keeps a picture of you tied up, naked and covered in hickeys in her wallet.
Musical Millicent loves dressing you up in expensive underwear sets just to rip them off five minutes later.
Musical Millicent buys you the skimpiest bikinis for your holiday abroad.
Musical Millicent buys you collars and matching leashes and insists you wear them around the house.
Musical Millicent buys you a fake pair of ears and a tail.
Musical Millicent makes you fuck yourself on her desk in front of her during work hours.
Musical Millicent only wants you as a Christmas gift, tied up in nothing but bows.
Musical Millicent insists you send her a photo of your outfit each morning so she can 'assess' it. Really she's just saving it straight to her folder of you.
Musical Millicent peers down through her glasses at your tits.
Musical Millicent wears a strap under her clothes every day.
Musical Millicent insists you both sleep naked on hot summer nights.
Musical Millicent wakes you up by eating you out and tells you that she's having breakfast.
Musical Millicent bends you over her desk mid work day, gagging you with her glove.
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