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Maze runner chapter fourteen

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You all ran up through the sand. Teresa rushes forward to a building and steps inside, sliding down the sand. Minho lit his torch.

“We gotta go.” Thomas tried to keep them all moving.

“No. Thomas, stop!” She shouted at him.

“We gotta keep moving.”

“Tell me what's going on.” This time she demanded it.

“It's WICKED.” You said, sinking down beside Mai Mai.

“It's WICKED. They lied to us.We never escaped. Me, y/n and Aris, we found bodies. Too many to count. What do you mean?” Thomas explained.

“Dead bodies?” Frypan asked with wide eyes.

“No, but they weren't alive either. They had them strung up. With tubes coming out of them. They were being drained. There's something inside of us that WICKED wants.

Something in our blood. So we have to get as far away from them as possible.” Thomas explained. You see Teresa rub the back of her neck.

“Okay. So, what's the plan? You do have a plan, right?” Newt asked.

“Yeah. I don't know.” Thomas shook his head.

“Well, we followed you out here, Thomas and now you're saying that you have no idea where we’re going or what we're doing.” Newt was getting angry but he tried to compose himself by turning away and brushing back his hair.

“Wait,” Aris stepped up, “Janson said something about people hiding in the mountains. Some kind of resistance or army.”

“The Right Arm.” You say.

“The Right Arm. If they're really against WICKED, maybe they can help us.” Thomas agreed.

“People. In the mountains. Mountain people. That's your plan?” Newt turns back to Thomas. You reach out for his hand.

“It's the only chance we have.” Thomas sighs.

“Hey, guys. Check this out. Minho, give me a light!” Winston called over to you all. He was knelt on one knee. Minho handed the torch over to him and he shone it on the footsteps in the sand, “Someone's been down here.”

Slowly you all walk forward into the building. It was strange, like nothing you'd ever seen before. It was cavernous yet filled with rooms. You get the shutters of one pulled up and walk inside. Along one wall is a pile of used water bottles. Stakes of clothes and food packets scattered all around.

“Looks like people lived here.” Minho said as he lifted a coat off a mattress.

“Where are they now?” Newt asked.

“Let's pack some of this stuff up. Anything you think you might need. We'll split up, see what else we can find. Meet back here.” As Thomas spoke he pulled on a dark blue jacket.

“Wait, Thomas,” Newt pulled him aside, “All those kids that we left behind back there. I don't want to end up like that. Hey. Do you hear me?”

“Yeah, I hear you.” Thomas nodded before wandering off. You step up to Newt and take his hand in yours.

“We won't end up like that Newt.” He smiled with half of his mouth and put his arm around you,

“I'm supposed to take care of you, ya know.” He chuckled a little.

You give him a small squeeze around his waist, then move further into the room. You collect things and start packing them in your bag. Luckily Mai Mai was still wearing her harness so you filled another bag with tinned foods, batteries for the torches. You tie a couple.of blankets onto the leather harness the scratch behind her ear.

“I’m so glad you're here.” You whisper to her. The tiger gives your face a lick and you giggle.

“Y/n get changed into something else, try to look as different as you can.” Newt calls to you. You walk over to a pile of clothes. Newt, Frypan and Winston walk to the other side of the room. There is a shelving unit that divides the room. Through a plastic sheet your shadow can be seen as you pull your sweater and shirt off. Frypan watches you.

Newt nudges his arm.

“Eyes down, Fry.”

“When are you going to tell her how you actually feel, man?” Fry whispers.

“I…I haven't found the right time.” Newt says, his cheeks flushing red.

“No time like the present. We might die in an hour.” Frypan laughed.

“Yeah you're a funny guy, Frypan!” Newt stood up having tied his new bag up. He walked round to where you were, nerves like he'd never felt before fluttered in his stomach.

“Hey, y/n can we talk for a minute?” He asks you and you follow him further to the back of the room.

“What's wrong? Did something happen?” You ask, looking around yourself.

“Kinda, look,” Newt's tongue balanced on his teeth for a second as he tried to find the right words, “so we're pretty close, I mean…god why is this so hard?” He huffed.

You take his hand in yours, entwining your fingers.

“You can tell me anything, Newt.” You reassure him. Newt leans back against a table.

“Yeah, yeah I know I guess I just wanted you to know that I, if anything happened to you I would be…” he takes a moment to breathe, “I don't know what love is.”

“We don't exactly have any examples.” You laugh.

“No, but if I was asked to describe it, I'd say you. The way your hair looks in the morning sunlight when it hits the Glade. The way your hand fits in mine. Your voice can calm me no matter how frightened I am. I'd say you are what I think love is.” He stops and takes a shuddering breath. His eyes lift up to yours, nervous and hopeful at the same time.

You aren't sure how to answer, his addition was making you assess your own feelings.

“Newt, I-”

“You don't have to say anything, I just wanted you to know.” He stands up and goes to walk away but you grab hold.of his wrist and pull him back to you.

“Of course I feel the same way.”

Newt smiles, his hand coming up to cup your face.

“I-” the lights clocking on interrupted him and you both look around yourselves.

“What's going on?" Winston asked, walking up to you, Newt and Teresa.

Minho and Thomas came running up, a horde of humanlike creatures behind them.

“RUN!” they both shouted. None of you hesitated. You all started running as fast as you could up the still escalators.

“What the hell are those things?” Frypan shouted.

“I don't know. Just keep going!” Thomas panted.

As you're running a new horde appeared. These ones were too close and you all had to fight. Mai Mai snarled and snapped her teeth at them. She clawed and cut into them, building a pile.of the creatures around her. When you reached the top of the steps you called for her to follow you. Mai Mai let out a roar that shook the building, causing many of the creatures to stumble back.

“We gotta find a way out of here!” Newt shouted. He had slowed to the back of the group.

Glass smashed beside him and one of the creatures leapt on top of him, taking Newt to the ground. Teeth nashed at him. Thomas kicks the feature knocking him through the glass railing. Newt scrambles to get up.

“Thanks Tommy.” He says. There is a screeching coming closer. Too many creatures for even Mai Mai to fight. Fear filled every part of each of you and you ran once more.

At the end of a small corridor Thomas and Frypan start kicking at a red door.

“I'll hold them back!” Winston cocks his pistol and begins firing. The door breaks allowing you all to rush out before the bottlenecking creatures could reach you. Winston takes his time to follow you through the door. He trips at the last moment and the creatures grab him, pulling him back. Their nails digging into the flesh of his stomach. You run forward with Thomas and hold the door. You grab for Winston and feel pain in your arm. Mai Mai manages to drag Winston out of the horde's clutches. There is nothing to keep the door closed so you all run as fast as you can. You slide down into a large room that had several cars laying around and managed to hide yourselves below some fallen rubble.

You all stay there as quiet as you can be as the creatures sniffed and hissed about. Eventually it went quiet and you each slowly made your way to the broken doors not too far away. You all keep running until you're sure none of them are following you.

“We gotta stop and rest.” You call out after seeing the way Winston was limping. Everyone agreed with you and started setting up a campsite of sorts. You took a moment to step away from them, pretending you needed the toilet.

Once alone you pull your coat sleeve up and look at the deep bite mark.

“Shit.” you hiss.

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abeillefaeabeille · 2 years

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What a Brat Deserves.

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TW: Face-slapping, face-sitting 🫠, biting, lots of hair pulls, dubcon but lowkey cnc, anal, double-ended dildo, major spankies, overstimulation asf, squirting, picture of the aftermath, d/s, aftercare 🥺 OKAY I THINK THATS IT

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AN: With @cthulhus-curse 's encouragement, I've decided to post for the first time! I've only ever shared a few of my stories with very few people on account of being very shy about it! Please be kind, but if you have any suggestions or requests let me know!

MINORS DNI PLEASE!! 18+!!! It makes me extremely uncomfortable at the thought of a minor interacting, please don't!!

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She's been making today hell for Elizabeth. It started when Sal had dropped one of Countess's favorite liquor glasses in protest, not wanting to get dressed for the day. Fast forward to now, they're sitting at the bar and Sally took her cigarette and plopped it right into the drink that the man next to her had. She loves doing rude things to any man, as no one can touch her with her mommy around and well, men suck.

But the Countess still needs her little one to behave. She hates when people don't listen to her orders, especially when Sally doesn't.

“Mommy, it's fun! The man was looking at me funny anyways!” The frizzy blonde looked over at her mommy, her face expressing obvious protest. Elizabeth glared at Sally in response before downing the rest of her drink and grabbing the girl's hand, yanking her from the bar stool and to the elevator.

Sally only squeaked and did her best to keep up, knowing she's really pissed off the woman now. She tries not to whine as she gets thrown into the elevator, and quickly stands in the corner as Countess presses the button for the top floor.

Sally thinks that she won't even acknowledge her, but she thought very wrong. Elizabeth turns and slowly walks to Sally, keeping her pinned into the corner and getting close enough so Sally can feel the woman's warm chest against her cold skin. Although she's warm her eyes are glaring coldly into Sally’s as a gloved hand quickly snatches the girl's chin and squeezes her cheeks. Before Sal could whine Elizabeth opened her mouth. “How many times did I tell you to behave today, hm?”

Sally looks up at her mommy, eyes wide and glossy. She's starting to realize that she might just get punished for her actions.

“I-I'm sorry, mommy.. I just wanted to have fun..” She mumbles and tries not to whine but she can't help the pout pointed at Elizabeth, fighting the voice in her head that wants to act up even more. The Countess hums and looks down at Sally’s lips, leaning down after releasing the girl's face and she smashes her lips into them. Sally moans and eagerly reciprocates, trying not to smirk as she thinks she's gotten away with what she's done. She wraps her arms around the woman’s neck and lets the dom slide her warm tongue into Sally's mouth.

Sally can't help but shudder out a moan when Countess practically tongue fucks her mouth, and she also can't help the mess that her mommy created. She is always to blame for Sally's mess of a cunt.

Elizabeth gets them up to the room and immediately throws Sally onto the humongous bed, looking at her like a lion does a lamb. The lamb has a plan, but acts innocent, just like her mommy expects.

As Countess walks to the bed, throwing her coat off and slipping out of her dress in the process, Sally knits her brows. “Mommy.. I'm hungry..” She whimpers softly, looking at the woman's now nearly naked body, her own barely covered with just her coat and black lingerie set. Mommy doesn't like when her girl wears layers of clothing, and she likes to show off her plaything as well, knowing that no one could even think about trying to touch what's hers. The consequences would be worse than death.

Elizabeth is now only wearing her black thong and matching heart-shaped pasties, her tits jumping a bit as she crawls onto the bed. She raises her nose into the air a bit, looking down at Sally as she straddles her stomach. Her hips roll sensually against the soft skin, her cunt dragging against it and already smearing wetness onto Sally's skin. She slides her still gloved hand, the index nail sharper than a chef's knife, up to Sally's neck.

“Hungry, hm? What are you hungry for, my little one?” She practically coos out, her voice rich and smooth. Sally's eyes flutter and she groans, arching her back so her stomach presses further into Countess. “Mm, Mommy's cunt. Please mommy.” How can Countess not get completely soaked because of how cute her girl is? She tries to push Sally further to beg, wanting to tease the both of them a little more. “You think you deserve to taste me? Prove it baby.”

Sally whines at that order, but squirms and bats her eyes. “Pretty please mommy! I wanna make you feel good! Please!” she pleads and bites her lips, wiggling more to create friction against Countie’s clit. The blonde above her groans at the feeling and lifts her hips, slowly inching up to Sally's face.

Sally eagerly props herself up with a pillow, and watches as Elizabeth slides her own hand down her chest and stomach, and then uses the sharp nail on her glove to pull her thong to the side, revealing her flushed cunt. She shudders at her own touch, looking down at Sally with dark eyes and her lip between her teeth.

There's a moment of silence, just so Countie can watch the pup below her drool at the sight of her treat. “Alright enough staring, eat.” She looks at Sally as if she's threatened her, and quickly grabs Sal’s hair and roughly yanks her head into her mommy's pussy.

Sally pokes her tongue out to separate the woman's puffy lips, moaning loudly at the first taste, and then she loses all self control and just starts devouring her. Elizabeth shudders immediately and then groans as Sally goes to town, her grip only getting tighter. Sally's long tongue slides so the tip circles Countess's entrance before it trails the arousal to her swollen clit. “Fuck, keep going baby, just like that pretty slut.”

Sally's eyes flicker up to her mommy's face, and she watches the paleness of Elizabeth’s skin start to shimmer with sweat and grow flushed. Perfect. Just as she gets Countess worked up and practically humping Sally's face, she sucks Countie’s clit into her mouth and nips at it roughly.

“Ow fuck!!” The Countess yelps and pulls her cunt away from Sally's face, growling as she looks down with daggers in her eyes.

She plops down on Sally's chest, and immediately slaps the girl's cheek before grabbing her face. Sally slightly whimpers and stares, her eyes as wide as the fucking moon. “You fucking brat, ohh you're in trouble now.” She hisses and without missing a beat, spits roughly onto Sally's lips. The girl under her looks like she just shit her pants, not expecting Countess to be this aggressive, but her panties are now completely drenched.

Sally only whimpers as her mommy flips her over fast and yanks her panties down, tearing them in the process but she could give more of a shit. She immediately starts slapping her ass, and she doesn't stop after a few, oh no, she keeps going and she will until her hand feels like it's going to fall off.

Sally cries out and whines, pleading for mercy but Countess simply ignores her. “What- did- I- fucking- say?!” she grunts out in between spanks, her face in a snarl. Sally knows the safe word, and she knows she did this to herself, so she doesn't back down. Finally, after Sally's ass is so red it looks almost purple, Countess backs down.

They're both panting hard and Sally's sobbing, her body trembling and her legs clenched shut. “M’so sorry mommy, puh-please!” She croaks out, her butt throbbing in pain.

Elizabeth hears the cries and sighs softly, slowly laying her front down onto Sally's back. She presses herself all of the way onto Sally, almost acting like a weighted blanket. She twists her head to face Sally's, not fighting the smile on her face at the messy tears all over the pillow and her cheeks.

Sally looks into Countess's eyes and sniffles, smiling a bit herself. Feeling her mommy's warmth helps calm her down a bit, she knows that she pushed it too far. “Loves you momma..” She mumbles, knitting her brows a bit as she sighs softly.

“Oh kitty, I love you too.. But we're not done.” The Countess's whisper seemed so sweet, but Sally knew how deep she dug herself in. She half expected but also hoped that Countie would be finished punishing her, but then again, she never knew what to expect, and sometimes it was fun. She knew she was always safe with her mommy, and that if she didn't want to be punished she could communicate that.

Sally whimpers into the pillow and hides her face, her tears rubbing into the silk pillowcase. “Mh, I know mommy..” She mumbles, not lifting her head. This upsets the Countess. With a quick grip and pull of Sally's hair, Elizabeth hisses out into Sally's ear. “Look at me when you fucking talk.”

Sally loves how her mommy can switch up so fast, being so kind and caring one second, and then completely the opposite the next. It was definitely on the laundry list of favorite things about Countie.

“M’sorry, I said I know..” Sally tries not to wince as Elizabeth yanks her hair a little harder, not wanting to be a crybaby again. When mommy is mad like this, she hates seeing any crybaby behavior. “You better be sorry, little fucking bitch.” She releases Sally from her death grip and lets the girl's head fall into the pillow again before climbing off the bed and suddenly walking towards the closet.

Sally lifts her head and rolls onto her back, her chest heaving as she wonders what might happen. She shouldn't question her mommy, especially when she's about to be brutally punished, but she can't help it. “What are you doing mommy?” She asks almost innocently, her legs spread out to make it very obvious that her cunt is drooling, and her nipples are rock hard and very flushed, a darker pink now instead of the usual rosy pink they are.

Elizabeth comes back with toys, specifically a double-ended dildo and a small bullet vibrator, both blood red. The dildo is only about 5 inches on one side, but about 7 or 8 on the other, and she only uses it for.. uh oh. Sally realizes what's about to happen, and starts squirming and sitting up, closing her legs. “Wait mommy, no please, I don't wanna get stretched out!” She whines, and the Countess merely raises a brow.

“Hm… First, you decide to be a nosy kitten and ask mommy when you know you should shut up.” She starts climbing onto the bed, grabbing the cherry lube from the nightstand. “Then you move without mommy's permission. Now you're telling mommy no? Mommy's going to do whatever the fuck she wants to you, and you're going to fucking love it, you always do.”

She sets the toys down and quickly grabs Sally, throwing her back onto her stomach and delivering the billionth slap to her bruised ass. Sally cries out but can't help it as her cunt clenches at the sting. The Countess pulls Sally's hips so her ass is in the air, licking her lips at the sight. “Mm, my cute kitty is always so pretty for mommy, god look at this ass.” She breathes out her words as she kneads Sally's swollen and always plump cheeks, relishing in the girls small hisses and whimpers.

Elizabeth picks up the dildo, biting her lip as she pulls off her thong completely and starts to drag one of the tips through her folds. She can't help but moan, her clit is nice and swollen and makes it all more pleasurable for her. Sally's fighting the strong urge to look behind her, and she bites the pillow in frustration, whining quietly. She can hear her mommy's wetness, and that makes her holes visibly clench with need.

“Hmm.. oh fuck.” The Countess moans loudly as she slides the dildo into her throbbing cunt, rubbing her clit with her middle finger. Her mouth is gaping as she slowly slides the 7 inches into her, wiggling the other side a bit to get it all snug. “Mmm, mommy can't wait to fuck your little asshole. Looks so fucking pretty.” She mutters and bites her lip hard, wanting to fuck herself with the dildo, but doing it when she's got Sally all nice and full will be so much better.

Sally can't stop the mewls and whines slipping past her lips, hearing her mommy's moans sent her into a headspace where she couldn't control her noises and movements. Thankfully Countie realized this and didn't stop her, and she loved seeing her princess all squirmy too.

Squirting a generous amount in her hand, she smirks as she gets an idea, and crawls over to kneel in front of Sally's head on the bed. “Look up kitty.” She orders, and bites her lip as she starts to smear the lube onto the part of the dildo sticking out of her. She groans as she starts pumping her hand, feeling it move in her own pussy. Sally looks up in amazement, gawking at her mommy jerking herself off.

Countie looks down into Sally's eyes, slowly reaching for the pet's hair, continuing to pump her hand around the dildo. “Taste mommy's cock before I fuck you with it.”

“Mhm” is what Sally mumbles in response, eagerly taking her mommy's lead and slipping the tip of the red cock past her lips. Her eyes flutter at the strong taste of cherry on her tongue, and she moans as the scent of the lube is mixed with the scent of Elizabeth’s arousal. She gets hungrier at that smell and takes it deeper, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucks the cock. The Countess moans loudly, her hand lost in Sally's wild hair. “That's right baby, suck it like a yummy popsicle. Isn't it so tasty? You love how mommy tastes, yeah?”

Sally eagerly nods and starts bobbing her head as she continues to take the cock, her gag reflex nonexistent as the Countess has trained her perfectly. Elizabeth doesn't stop praising and guiding the girl, the movements are making her cunt feel so so good.

Eventually she yanks Sally's head off of her cock, looking down at her and quickly spitting into her mouth before she can close it. Sally moans and her eyes practically cross, her arousal making her brain so fuzzy. “You're the best little plaything when you behave. Why can't you always be this obedient, hm? Little whore.” She rubs her thumb against Sally's drooling lips and sucks it after pulling away, humming at the scrumptious taste.

Soon they get back into position, Sally's head pushed back into the pillow, and her ass high in the air with the Countess behind her. Countie grabs the lube again and squirts the bottle, drizzling it all over Sally's ass as if it was chocolate syrup on a sundae. It was equivalent if not better than ice cream.

“Alright baby, mommy's gonna start putting it in okay? Remember you're safe, remember our safeword and our safe gesture? Show me kitten.” Countie gently pulls Sally up a bit, cooing at how glossy the girl's eyes are, and the little pout she gets when she's all subby is the most adorable, on top of her now messy mouth. Sally lifts her hand and crosses her fingers, and then she mumbles, “Cinnamon, mommy” She looks over at Countess, looking up at her with a sweet smile.

“Oh my beautiful darling, good job. Now, let's continue.” Done with her softness, she throws Sally's head back down and snatches the lube up.

She tosses the bottle to the side and starts rubbing it into the kitty’s skin, biting her lip as her thumb brushes over her pink asshole. “Feels s’good momma!” Sally whines, loving the massage on her bruised ass.

She practically trembles as Countie starts to circle her puckered hole, the sensation so ticklish in the most pleasant way. It winks slightly as her cunt clenches, arousal drooling out as it does. “Hm, such a good girl winking at mommy. I'm gonna start stretching you baby, want you to be as quiet as possible, or I won't be as gentle as you want me to be.” She whispers, her voice smooth and soft, but Sally knows how serious she is.

She nods quietly and holds her breath when Countie pushes her thumb in, trying to relax herself but the woman behind her doesn't really care if she is or not. After all, this is meant to be a punishment. Sally bites the pillow hard, trying not to wince but she wiggles a little, her ass lightly bouncing at the movement. The Countess only chuckles, biting her lip as she pushes her thumb in and pulls it out a few times before pulling it out and reaching for the dildo between her legs.

She starts with slapping the little hole with the tip, groaning as the lube makes the most delicious noises. She scoots closer and leans over Sally, grabbing her hair roughly as she starts pushing it in. Sally's mouth opens wide and she silently moans, panting hard into the pillow. It hurts for a few seconds, but the more Countess pushes in, the hungrier her asshole gets for the toy.

“Fuck, I can feel you trying to suck me in, shit you're such a greedy girl.” The Countess moans each time Sally clenches as it tugs at the toy a bit and brushes over her g-spot.

Countie decides to pull out and get the rest of the 5 inches into Sally, whining softly to herself as she feels so empty. She hums and leans down to place wet kisses all over Sallys ass, biting it roughly as she pushes the cock in the rest of the way, and that's when Sally can't stop a yelp.

“Did I just hear something from the slut? Hm, if you wanna make noises, I suppose I should allow it. Let me make you scream.” The Countess practically growls as she hovers over the tip and quickly sits on it, moaning loudly as it quickly fills her cunt. She's now on top of Sally's ass, and starts to roll her hips in the sexiest way, her clit rubbing against the ass under her.

She can't hold back any longer. She starts to bounce herself up and down on the dildo, the noises and the feeling of it getting pushed against that sweet spot in Sally's ass making the girl moan very loudly. She huffs out repetitive noises, moans, whines and grunts. Countie grips her hair tighter and slams her hips harder, her face twisted in anger and pleasure all in one. “Hmph fuck- fucking brat, taking my dick like a whore. God I wish you could see how fucking slutty you are for me.”

Countie remembers the other half of the punishment, and reaches for the little bullet vibrator, doing it discreetly so Sally doesn't realize. She bites her lip and reaches under Sally, quickly turning it on high and shoving it against the blonde's clit. “OHHH- FUCK!” Sally yelps and screams put consistent moans, her ass and legs trembling hard at the immediate and unexpected pleasure. “W-Wait, I can't! Mo-ommy, s’too much! AHH-HA MOMMY!” She wails and squirms around, trying to get away from it all but there's no way to get out of the Countess's grasp, and she knows it.

“Oh, is it baby? Mommy's so sorry! Actually no, I'm not sorry. You wanted mommy's attention so bad, you wanted to be a fucking brat, well this is exactly what brats get. Take it bitch.” She growls, bouncing faster and throwing her head back as she moves the vibrator through Sally's slit and then slaps it against the girl's very puffy clit.

Sally continues to squirm and it only gets Countess closer to her orgasm, one that she knows will be memorable. She's letting Sally hump the vibrator and get close too, telling her, “You can cum whenever you want, but I'm not stopping after.”

Sally really tries to hold it, knowing it'll be torture if she doesn't, but when her body takes over and she orgasms, she can't stop it. Her asshole clenches so hard that the dildo can't move at all, but Countie doesn't stop bouncing, moaning loudly as Sally furiously rolls her hips. Her orgasm is done within seconds and she's already crying about the overstimulation, but she secretly loves how forceful her mommy is with her, especially when she's throbbing and bruised like this.

“Fuck- mommy's gonna cum soon, gonna cum allll over baby's ass. So fucking good.” Countie doesn't even let her have a little break, going until she cums herself, grunting out moans and folding over on Sally as she pushes the vibrator harder on Sally's poor clit. “MOMMY!!” Sally screams and chokes on a moan, audibly shuddering as squirt shoots hard out of her cunt in short spurts, making a complete mess all over the sheets.

Countie turns off the vibrator but slaps Sally's clit with it, moaning herself as she starts to slow her hips, riding out her high with her kitten. “Good girl, hmph good kitty.” She purrs out as she feels Sally's trembling body jolting as the last bits of pleasure shoot through her. When the blonde can't hold herself anymore, she simply collapses, sobbing out weakly as her ass is still filled to the brim.

The Countess knows that her baby is done, and as much as she wants to lay down with her right now, she knows that she needs to clean up this mess.

She slowly slides the dildo out of her cunt, hissing at the sensitivity, but she manages. She sighs softly as she sees the mess that is her girl, and can't help but smirk. She grabs her phone and snaps a picture of Sally, completely fucked out and covered with lube and squirt, the dick still sticking out of her ass.

Sally smiles sleepily at the sounds of the camera shutter, loving when her mommy takes pretty pictures of her. She knows that Countie fucks herself watching the videos and pictures, and sometimes she'll even make one of them her lockscreen. Sally always openly talks about how she loves it, it makes her feel so secure, knowing Countie loves and claims her.

“Darling if you can hear me, I'm gonna pull the toy out now, okay?” She hears her mommy rasp out, and tries to nod, but she's just so tired. She feels a soft tug on the dildo before Countie starts to pull it out. Sally jerks a bit and whimpers, not feeling pain, but definitely sensitivity.

When Elizabeth has pulled it out of her completely, Sally is relieved but also feels the sadness of being empty. Countie sets the toy aside and moves towards Sally's side, picking her up carefully. Sally starts to fuss in protest, wanting to sleep so badly after an exhausting scene. She's always fussy after these, wanting to just be curled up into her mommy with the thickest blanket on top of her.

Countie knows this and just gently shushes the girl, bouncing her gently as she walks to the bathroom. She grabs a washcloth and goes to the already filled tub, sliding in and quickly but carefully washing them both.

After getting the mess cleaned, she drags a very weak Sally into the now cleaned bed, thanks to Ms. Evers. The sheets are fresh out of the dryer and Countie quickly gets them under the heavy and warm blanket. She gets comfortable, laying on her back, and then pulling Sally on top of her. She peeled off the pasties while they were in the bath, and she rested Sally's head in the valley of her breasts, helping her move closer to her erect nipple and getting her latched on. She knows how important reassurance is to Sally, so as she rubs the girl's scalp, she starts whispering soft words to the kitten. “I love you so much baby. Even when you're a brat, mommy loves you just the same. You're my everything, you always will be kitten. My sweet sweet darling.”

It doesn't take Sally long to fall asleep, and she does so surrounded in warmth, her momma's heartbeat, and soft loving words. She feels so incredibly lucky, and all of the pain she has experienced is forgotten and will never be felt again.

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prettyboykatsuki · 1 year

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♡ cw ; gn!reader, they're fucking ochako and it's referred to as cock but otherwise no desc.

thinking about guest starring on ochakos camshow.

she was nervous to tell you about her little side hustle. at first she just did it for the extra money but now she likes the job. she didn't want to keep it from you, relieved that you weren't judgmental and didn't break up with her over it.

truthfully, it didn't bother you. sure it was a little surprising, but it's her body and her business. as long as she was happy with it, you wouldn't bar her from it. and plus the extra money is always nice.

what does surprise you, of course, is the day she asks you to come onto the show with her. she even gives you parameters. you can keep your face covered the whole time, and even be completely silent if you want. but she wants to do it with you since one of her top-paying viewers wanted to see her get fucked live.

you think for a little while on it but ultimately concede. your face isn't in it, and you're truthfully a little interested in what your girlfriend does when you're not around.

so you're there with her, clothed while she sits in her bed and sets up her camera.

funny enough, you can tell she's been doing it a long time. when the little red dot starts flashing, she's waving her manicured hands with a clap. she's seated between your legs, and you listen to her talk while you draw patterns in her hip.

"actually, we have a special guest today," she turns to you, voice soft "wanna introduce yourself?"

you're surprised, giving an absent minded wave.

"oh. uh. i'm the partner. nice to meet you guys."

and suddenly there's a flood of comments. some pissed about the apparent relationship status, others excited in a cuck kind of way, the rest oddly pleasant. you hear your girlfriend huff.

"be nice or im banning you. jeez. we hit a big milestone and this was a request, so was the lingerie."

she stands on her knees and shows herself off to the camera, bent over in a way that's enticing. it's habit that you touch her, hands snaking around to squeeze her thigh and she makes a little noise of surprise.

"since my partners here, i thought it'd be fun if we did what we usually did. just on cam and stuff."

you raise your brow.

"like usual?"

she nods, almost giddy at the idea.

"just like usual."

per her request, you fuck her just like usual. bar from kissing because your face would get in the shot (something she whines about it the duration of the stream). it's some mix between adoration and arrogance.

on one hand, it'd be cruel to hold back on her when she's gotten used to being spoiled. in everything and in every way, ochako gets what she wants. you know how to fuck her exactly how she likes, you just do it all facing the cameras. pinching her hard nipples between your fingers with one hand, the others buried in her cunt. whispering to her about how dirty she is, how pretty she looks.

even with an audience, you'd wanna give her that. you like the face she makes when she's laid out on your bed and making a mess of your sheets. her cunt sore from needy as she preens.

on the other hand, there's a sense of arrogance in being the one to fuck her. you pay attention to her but every once in a while, your eyes will glance to the comments. so many of them just dreaming to be in your place. and you can tell that she knows that they're looking at her, because her eyes glance too. she loves the attention, but it's you she whines for. you she spreads her legs for every time she wants something, candy sweet with long fingers spreading her lips apart.

it's a mix of both when you give into what she wants. on her knees, fucking her from behind with a toothy grin. pointing her face to the camera while she drools around your thumb - eyes rolling up into the back of her head. pushing her hips back on your cock so she can take the whole thing. somewhere between arrogance and affection when you cup her jaw until she's pouting and speak slowly

"everybody watching wants to do just what im doing, baby." you hum, voice tender "but you only ever cry for me, huh?"

#ochako x reader #bnha x reader #ochako smut #i love my girlfriend (real)

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itjazzbicch · 1 year

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Bite Your Tongue

Pairing: Kisuke Urahara x Fem Reader

First time writing for Kisuke! so I hope I did well!

Summary: Having to bite her tongue after seeing Soi Feng disrespect Kisuke, not knowing that he is her lover, the reader expresses this to Kisuke himself, who tries to brighten her mood but has to bite her tongue when they're almost walked in on...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) (Slight Swearing, unprotected sex)

Word Count: 1k

Leaving our squad meeting, I had such an attitude but didn’t express my feelings.

Heading back to my place, Kisuke was right behind me as our squad began to separate to their destinations:

“Hey, Y/N! What’s the matter?”

“That Soi Feng,” Turning my nose, he knew exactly why I felt the way I did.

She was so persistent in convincing Lady Yoruichi that Kisuke was nothing and not worthy of being a captain, which ground my gears considering he was my lover.

“That’s what you’re upset about?” Kisuke laughed, wrapping his arm around me, leading to his place rather than mine.

“Yes!” I exclaimed, venting out to him, “She shouldn’t keep sticking her nose in your business. I’m starting to think that she’s obsessed with you.”

“Oh dear,” He chuckled, bringing me inside, and shutting the door behind us. Now, in the dark, placing a kiss on my neck, “Even if she were, it doesn’t matter. You see who’s in this room?”

“Me and you?” I answered confused, but slowly melting from his kisses and his deep whisper:

“Exactly. You’re the only one for me, sweetie. So, how about you let loose a little, hm?”

“Guess there’s nothing wrong with that,” I hummed, back melting against his chest, Kisuke getting handsy as he kept kissing my neck, getting rid of my clothes.

I could only giggle at him, should’ve known that this is how we’d end up in here the second he brought me over.

“What’s so funny?” Tweaking my nipples softly as my back met the bed, he started to dissect me bit by bit, “It’s my job to make sure my girl’s in a good mood, isn’t it?”

“You’ve already succeeded at that,” I smiled, sucking in a breath with his mouth closed around my nipple, fingers carefully rubbing my clit, “Now, shhh…”

“Only for you,” He whispered, fingers slipping in and curling up, tickling my sweet spot, smiling at the moan that poured out of me, “Besides, I love to listen to all of those beautiful noises you make.”

“Go faster,” Breathing in deep, time felt agonizingly slow while he kept the same pace, except his thumb was swirling around my clit.

“Why? Don’t you want to savor every moment?” He knew that I was close to an orgasm, responding to my whines, hips shaking, “Just be patient. I know how to take care of you.”

“Kisuke, p-please,” Biting my lips, his tempo increased just a tad, hitting my sweet spot every time.

“You don’t even realize it, do you?” He chuckled, letting my thigh feel how wet I was, that I was cuming, he was just dragging it out.

I just watched with woozy eyes, taking a deep breath and dropping back at the snap I felt in my core, my orgasm truly hitting me this time.

“See?” He kissed my breasts, throwing off his robe and positioning between my legs, “Still felt good, didn’t it?”

“Uh-huh,” I huffed, batting my eyelashes, “Give me more?”

“Planned on it,” Chuckling, he was already lined up with my entrance, pushing into me and the friction felt immense considering my walls were still spasming.

“Fuck, Kisuke,” I whispered, interlocking hands at the sides of my head, his chest against mine, the back of my thighs meeting his as our hips connected:

“Need a second?” I’m sure he could feel a strong pleasure and understood how it affected me, but I shook my head and begged again:

“Faster. Please baby, please?”

“Fine,” He sighed playfully, the tempo increasing with his words, “Only because you asked nicely.”

“Yeahhh!” I moaned out, squeezing his hands harder every time his hips smacked against mine, “That’s it. Oh my god, that’s it!”

“Gonna give me a good one?” Looking through his blonde locks, the spasming of my walls signaled how another orgasm was coming.

“Just keep going like that!” I was so out of it and not focused on anything but my bliss that was on the horizon, so I was confused and thrown off whenever Kisuke buried his chest into my face, not stopping but slowing down.

“Kisuke!!”

Soi Feng? What the hell?

“Sorry uh- I’m busy right now!” He yelled out, only looking at me when my nails scratched his hands softly.

“K-Kisuke,” I breathed out hollowly, nearly in tears from the coil of heat trapped in my stomach and needing to break, “I’m so close.”

“I know, baby,” He whispered, hearing Soi Feng again:

“You still have duties, you know! Hurry it up!”

Now, she was banging on the door. My head shot up, so cockdrunk that I almost yelled, wanting to tell her to fuck off, but Kisuke’s hand covered my mouth:

“I know! As soon as I’m done straightening up in here, I’ll be out!”

At the same time, he fed a strong thrust that made me scream into his hand, thankfully able to muffle it, Kisuke promising with his whisper to me:

“It’s okay, baby. I’m not gonna stop.”

Soi Feng didn’t hear our noise and of course, continued her nagging:

“You’re finally cleaning that damn shack?! About time! Get done quickly!”

“Will do!”

Finally, she was leaving, the second his hand left my mouth, I was panting but able to command:

“I swear Kisuke! If you don’t make me cum right now!”

“I am,” One swift thrust with our hips smacking sent me back to spiraling, feeling myself leaning against his cock that kept working hard, back arching hard with a sudden salacious moan, both of us looking to see the squirting liquids around his cock.

“Woah, baby,” He admired, smiling and slowing his tempo back down to extend our highs, “You really weren’t playing, huh?”

“No!” I stressed, collapsing back and still panting, “Damn that woman barging over here at a time like this.”

“Don’t stress yourself out about it,” He smiled trying to relax me and hinting, “Think of it this way. I found a new way to make things here even more fun.”

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loliwrites · 1 year

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Loli! May i please request where Addi and Alex are having starting to have some sexy time and one of their young kiddos run into their room? Thanks!!!!!

Hey Hunni Bunni 🐰 This (and others) have been sitting in my inbox for awhile, huh? Just haven't been too motivated to write lately -- the A&A universe isn't hitting like it used to (and I wish it was).

HOWEVER, we can thank an Instagram video for this because it made me think about this request and how funny/awkward/uncomfortable this would be.

It's been AWHILE. Between having two newly mobile kids and their crazy work schedules, neither of them can remember the last time they had a night to themselves, let alone a night of intimacy. It's like they've been working in different operating systems -- things aren't working. Alex will feel up to the task and initiate but Addi's had a full day of herding children and being touched and prodded and she just... wants not to be. So she brushes him off. Or she's feeling in the mood, and Alex wants so desperately to appease her (and himself), but his anatomy physically fails him. And they're really starting to wonder when things are going to click again. So much so that they carve out time in their joint calendar. Give themselves a WHOLE HOUR labeled for "sex".

And that worked. They saw it in the calendar that morning and it was like something they were working towards. A reward if they could make it through the day. From the moment Alex got home, despite there being a few hours before the planned event, he doted upon Addi and flirted. He stood beside her and kept his hand on her ass while they chatted as she finished up dinner for the kids. So by the time they'd finally gotten the kids to bed, and were back in the privacy of their own room, there wasn't anytime wasted.

The past three hours had been a form of slow foreplay and it was almost as if Alex had planned it being that way so no time would go unused for the main event. Their clothes were off in a matter of moments and Addi swore she heard more than a couple seams rip in their haste.

It couldn't have been more than a few minutes since they'd closed their bedroom door that Alex was on top of Addi and pressing himself into her. She winced and shut her eyes, and did her best to release the tension she was carrying in her body. Alex buried his face in the crook of her neck and released a deep groan. When he managed to sink in to the hilt, he bit into her shoulder at the feeling of her body squeezing around his length.

"Goddamn, you feel good," he pulled his head back and whispered in between the time it took him to reach her lips for a long, searing kiss.

She whimpered into it as he began thrust in and out of her, and she almost found it embarrassing that had she wanted to, she could've come then and there. It almost made her miss all the times before, when their sex-life didn't have to be planned out. They could do it any time, any place, when the urge struck. The living room floor, the kitchen counter... she remembered more than a few on the balcony which had surely given the neighbors a show. But their lives didn't afford that level of spontaneity. Passion was now planned.

"Harder," she panted and tugged at the hair at the nape of Alex's neck. "Give it to me harder,"

He did so without contemplation. Snapped his hips forward with purpose until Addi shrieked, her body inadvertently working itself away from him. Alex grabbed both of her wrists in one of his hands and forced them above her head. He smirked and gave her another strong thrust in, much to the same effect.

"Don't sneak away from me, kid," he circled his hips deeper until her body was writhing and she was biting into her lower lip to stifle her yelps. Alex released her wrists and sat back on his knees, his thrusts becoming shorter but not any less deep. He took her hand and pressed it over her lower abdomen, just below her bellybutton. "Feel me all the way up here? Look at you taking all of me like a dirty, little whore,"

The moan that erupted through Addi's chest reverberated through the room. Alex grinned and leaned back down over her. He cupped his hands over the top of her head and buried his face back in her neck, close enough so he could whisper obscene things into her ear.

"Whose dirty whore are you? That's right, you're mine,"

"Gonna come all over me?"

"Come on and I'll go down on you. Lick every last drop up until you come again in my mouth,"

Addi was howling. She was trembling and convulsing, doing her best to string together sentences. But mostly she was just moaning and seeing bright spots in her vision. And then the one thing that had the power to take things, which were at 100, all the way back down to 0...

"Mama, mama!" a little voice grew louder, presumably running down the hallway. Their bedroom door nudged open and the tiny kiddo, stood in the doorway crying, "mama. mama,"

They both looked over the little toddler, rubbing his eyes with the back of his fist. And they both tried to ignore the fact that Alex was throbbing inside of Addi. Alex tugged the bed sheet a little further up to make sure their waists were covered from sight. But shortly upon entering, the kiddo ran up to the side of the bed, tears still pouring from his eyes, his little chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He clawed at the side of the bed, a temperamental beg to be lifted onto it.

"What's going on, bud?" Alex kept a firm grasp on the sheet. The little one's clawing was threatening to pull it down and expose them.

"I heard mama screaming and--and--," his chest bounced in between sobs, "and I thought she was hurt. And no one was answering me," he cried a little harder.

Addi twisted her body and reached out for their kiddo. At the same time, Alex slowly unsheathed himself from her and they both tried to keep their faces as stoic as possible. Though once he'd pulled out of her, and Addi was left with an enormous feeling of emptiness, she looked up at Alex sorrowfully. She lifted the little one up into bed, helped by Alex since she was at an awkward angle. Once the kiddo was sitting on the bed, Alex slid out of it and made off for the dresser.

"Oh, I'm sorry, honey. That must've been really scary for you," she brushed her fingers through his hair when he nodded. "Mama's not hurt,"

"Then why were you screaming?"

Alex made it back to the bed. He'd already put on a pair of underwear, but he handed Addi a pair of his boxer briefs and one of his shirts. They glanced at each other, unsure of how to answer that question. So Alex crawled back onto the bed and pulled their son back into his chest. He kissed the top of his head and stared at his woman as she slid on his shirt and underwear.

"We were playing around, bud. We thought you were sleeping." Alex hugged the little one but the tiny nugget wiggled out of his arms and crawled back to Addi.

She took him into a hug and rubbed his back. "I'm sorry we scared you,"

"Did papa hurt you?" he sniffled, collecting himself.

"No, papa didn't hurt me," she reached for Alex and coaxed him closer as if to prove to their kiddo that his father hadn't done anything wrong. "I'm okay. See, I'm not hurt," she waited for him to nod. "Can I take you back to bed?"

When he nodded, she did just that. Alex re-positioned himself in bed, turning onto his back with one arm tucked behind his head. He stared at the door thinking if there was a way to salvage their night. Probably not, and he figured it'd be another night of him finishing himself off in the shower. Addi came back into the room and shut the door behind her again. She peeled Alex's shirt off and strode back to bed, gently collapsing onto it and crawling her way up to Alex.

"You're too loud, pretty mama" he murmured with a smile.

"It's not my fault," she slapped his chest playfully. "Your dick's too good, daddy," she dragged her hand down from his chest and to his crotch where his underwear was doing its damnedest to keep his hard-on contained. She curled her fingers around it and squeezed softly, "do you want to continue?"

"Do you?"

Addi shook her head softly but still got up as though she were going to change positions and get between his legs, "but I can get you off? Shouldn't take more than a few minutes," she winked.

Alex grinned and wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her back down against his chest, "that's okay, I'll just do it in the shower." He looked at her as she tilted her head to the side, "I'm sure."

She nodded and tucked her fingertips beneath his underwear, inching it down until she freed his member and gave him a few gentle strokes. "I'll wait up for you. We can cuddle when you come back?"

"Yes, please. Definitely," he pecked her lips and got out of bed.

He ditched his underwear on his way to the bathroom and before he disappeared out of sight completely, Addi watched him stroke himself a few times. His head rolled to the side and she caught one last glimpse of him as he pulled open the shower door and stepped inside.

#asked #anonymous #naughty al #papa al #alex skarsgard drabble #alex skarsgard imagine #alex skarsgard #interruptions

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meova101 · 2 years

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hey! still the road trip anon here…but yes I saw those moodboards and oh god those are really good and they made me *think* during the trip, like as an Italian just thinking about those two traveling around the countryside experiencing fun traditions like some countryside festival about some typical food or just the san lorenzo’s night (10th of august) were you go stargazing for falling stars with friends and/or your significant other !! 😭😭😭

But yes you are right Charles would definitely be reluctant to a 100% offline vacation, and they would still need google maps, cue on them bickering about who gets to drive and who gets to check google maps (they never think about putting google maps on speaker mode) and choose the music that day (them disagreeing on music but finding a common ground with some italian indie song idk) ...but also!! Sometimes they just go on random places like they decide to exit the highways and just travel on normal roads and maybe they see some sign with a funny city name on it and they just say “we have to visit that city” .

With their great communications and deduction skills!! they can even fool around with each other during the trip bc those skills will make them think something along the lines of “fuck i am in love with him, but he just thinks i am a good friend!!” and the chaos of going back to their normal life with all those new feelings!!

god i have so many thoughts!! and so little brain

No no anon you have so much brain! Them never putting Maps on speaker mode dkgjsls iconic, I can also absolutely see the one who's not driving trying to explain the navigation to the other because ofc they know better than Maps and the one who's driving. And then fighting about music djfkfk Charles will know so many classic rock songs by the end

Also I totally didn't look this up just now but because I'm still thinking about this taking place in 2020... The 10th of August was the Monday just after the British GPs and before the Spanish GP... So I'm totally pretending like they could have sneaked back to Italy just for that fjskfj or if my sense of geography got real bad again and this isn't as quick or easy as I think it is, them being in Italy now, in 2022, and sleeping underneath the starry night for San Lorenzo's Night. Charles complains about getting grass stains on his clothes to stop this from feeling so romantic. Seb brought a blanket in preparation so they lay on there, arms touching because it's not the biggest blanket. Charles says something about this being the last time because the guy knows how to mope. Seb's like "what d'you mean, we can do this even more often next year if you'd like. Only if you want to. Would you...?"

Charles grabs Seb's hand then, gives it a squeeze. Seb trails off, just looking at Charles, the hint of a smile playing around the corners of his mouth. Maybe they kiss, maybe they don't, but this really won't be the last time they're there and both of them know it.

look I love them being together without realising they're together okay skfjsl

Anon I really love your brain, this is such a fun plot to play around with 💖💖

#I'm just chomping at the bit to go expand more on this ngl #want to fill in my outline... get that down on paper it will be so cute so great #definitely gonna fantasize about sebchal road trips the rest of the day 🥰#anonymous #asks #meo shouting into the void

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legends-of-time · 3 months

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The Journey of Living at Downton

Chapter 28: April 1922

Masterlist

It's time for the extravagant house party at Downton Abbey which culminates in a performance by opera singer Dame Nellie Melba. Ten are staying, and only three maids and two valets between them. Mr Carson must be in a tizzy. Among the guests is Michael Gregson, who is keen to win Robert's approval if he is to make a future with Edith. Emma has been recruited in their plan.

In the Great Hall, the guests are assembled, standing and talking in little groups with cups of tea. Robert and Cora are busy making the guests welcome. Emma stands close by Edith and Mr Gregson, who had told her to call him Michael though she finds it funny that it's the same name as her son. She's glad for the familiar face of Edith and the friendly one of Michael's as she's a bit nervous and uncomfortable to be surrounded and mingling with all these people of high society. Not her usual crowd at all.

"I seem to be outnumbered by your parents' old friends." Michael complains as he walks with Edith and Emma across the room. Emma glances over to see Robert and Mary mingling with a man around her, Edith and Mary's age.

"Oh, don't worry. You and Papa are really going to get to know each other this time. I promise." Edith reassures him.

Emma's eyes flicker over to Billy being pulled into a conversation with the elderly Duchess of Yeovil and looking incredibly uncomfortable. Emma had been introduced to the woman earlier and she had been nice enough but Emma could see the woman didn't know what to say to her. Tom is unfortunately conversing with a Sir John Bullock and Mrs Jefferson and looking like a fish out of water himself. Emma will go to rescue him in a moment.

Emma, Edith and Michael pause in their walking next to a group that includes Violet, Cora and some man. Cora turns to them and joins in on their conversation. At least one parent has warmed up to Edith's suitor.

Emma is pulled out of her musing by Robert speaking loudly, to the room at large, "Go up when you like. We'll gather in the Drawing room at eight."

——

Billy and Tom are both in white tie outfits. Tom had expressed to her how he thinks he looks like an idiot but Emma reassured him that she still loves him to which he smiled. Emma knows that three of them are walking a tightrope, she herself is wearing clothing that's more upper class than her usual.

A Sir John Bullock seems quite taken Rose, the two laugh and talk with one another as they walk through the room. Edith and Michael are murmuring to one another. Michael seems to have not been able to get a wiggle in on Robert's attention. Duchess has secured Billy's company again. Emma watches them out of the corner of her eye as she chats with Mrs Jefferson. They had gotten onto the awkward topic of child rearing.

"What do you mean you feed your children yourself?" Mrs Jefferson asks aghast.

"Oh, it's no problem." Emma tries to say as cheerfully as possible. She regrets mentioning her children; she had thought it was a safe topic.

"But a wet nurse is for that."

"Well, I-I want to be involved with my children's upbringing as much as I can considering the life I now lead." Emma defends.

"And you want to go back to work?" The woman asks in disbelief.

"Yes." Emma replies shortly.

"What on earth for? You're a mother. A wife. You shouldn't be working." Mrs Jefferson argues.

"Not until Michael doesn't need me as much and it's not as if they're being left on their own." Emma points out. This woman is acting as if she's left her children in the woods to starve! God, she hates this century sometimes. "They have their nannies, each other and Lord and Lady Grantham's grandchildren to keep them company."

"Is everything alright?" A voice interrupts.

Emma is relieved to see her husband. "Of course." Mrs Jefferson takes this as an indication she should move on and leaves the two.

Tom frowns as Emma smiles tightly at him. Then nods and grips her wrist loosely, squeezing it. Emma knows he's trying to show he understands. They're both fish out of water right now.

The Duchess moves on to talk to Mrs Jefferson and Violet then approaches Billy and, after a whispered conversation, she moves on, leaving Billy standing there looking crestfallen. Emma wonders over with Tom.

"Do you need cheering up?" Emma comments as they approach. She gives a sympathetic but also awkward smile.

Billy pouts. "I can't seem to do anything right."

Tom sighs. "I know how you feel." Emma winces as she recalls the awkward encounter with Mrs Jefferson earlier. Thomas walks past with some drinks on a tray. "Thomas, get us a drink, will you, for God's sake." Tom whispers desperately.

Thomas' reply is icily polite, "It's Barrow now, sir. But yes, of course." He walks off.

"Should've known." Emma remarks to her husband. "And make sure not to drink too much. I'm still recovering from the Greys."

"That wasn't our fault as you well know and he never corrects you." Billy reminds her.

Emma shrugs with a grin. She sees Mary sitting on her own. "Well, now that the two of you have each other, I'll have a chat with Mary."

By the fireplace, Robert is talking to Sir John Bullock and Mr Sampson. Lord Gillingham joins the group. Emma hears them talking as she walks over to Mary.

"Are you surviving?" Mary questions teasingly as Emma flops herself onto a chair next to Mary's. Well, flops as much as she's able.

"Barely." Emma pouts. "Better than Tom and Billy though. They resorted to asking Thomas for drinks."

"Watch out." Mary remarks with a slight smile. Emma rolls her eyes. She's glad to have Mary coming more out of her shell, she had missed her so much.

They're then joined by Lord Gillingham, who brings up the idea of going on a ride.

"It's no trouble." Mary reassures him. "We have plenty of horses and Papa would be delighted. Have you anything to ride in?"

"We packed it all, in case."

"Well, that settles it. I'll send a message to the stables tonight."

"Will you come out with me?" Gillingham asks. Emma raises an eyebrow. This is basically upper class 1920s asking out on a date. Is quite funny how they can't be direct with one another.

"Actually, I might. Emma?" She looks at Emma with a hopeful look.

Emma winces sympathetically. "Mary, have ever actually seen me on a horse?" She had been at a couple of birthday parties in her childhood but she was definitely not a skilled rider. Better be safe than sorry.

"True. Though I haven't been in the saddle for ages. I'll be as stiff as a board the next day." She and Gillingham share a laugh. This man might not be much but he seems alright though Emma thinks it's still a bit too soon after Matthew. Mary turns to address the room at large. "Would anyone else like to go riding tomorrow morning? Sir John?" He shakes his head from where he stands at the fireplace with Robert and Mr Sampson. Mary turns to the latter. "Mr Sampson?"

"Must I?" He remarks. The men chuckle.

"Edith?"

Edith turns to Michael. "Do you ride?"

"Not if I don't have to." He speaks. Edith turns back to Mary and shakes her head.

Gillingham turns to Mary. "I'm afraid you're stuck with me." Which doesn't sound like it's a big problem for him at all. The man seems nice enough but Emma is really that impressed by him. Maybe her opinion will soon change.

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The next day it's time for some breakfast. Emma had been able to feed Michael and check on her two children before joining the family.

Emma walks in to see Tom already seated at the table, eating next to Rose with Billy across from them with Edith and Michael Gregson next to him.

She's impressed by the spread on the sideboard. Gemma has told Emma how incredibly stressed Mrs Patmore has been. Emma hopes she doesn't put herself out. In other news, Gemma has also informed her that Mr Molesley is delivering for Bakewell's. Emma feels sorry for him as she knows he'll view it as a step down but hopefully he'll find something soon.

Emma, along with Robert, joins Lord Gillingham and Sir John at the sideboard.

"You played late. I hope you didn't think me rude for going to bed." Robert greets.

"No. Not a bit." Gillingham reassures.

"What's this?" Emma asks as Sir John walks away from the sideboard.

"Just a game of cards." Robert says evasively. He hurriedly turns back to Gillingham. Probably doesn't want to be interrogated. "How was the game?"

"Sampson is a very skilled player." Gillingham says pointedly. Emma frowns. What does he mean by that?

Sir John Bullock sits down next to Rose, looking despondent. Probably another player from last night.

Emma moves to the table and sits next to her husband while Robert sits down at the head and addresses Tom and Billy.

"What are your plans for today?" He asks.

"I thought I'd go to the South Wood, look at the new planting." Tom replies.

"And I've got to get to work." Billy answers.

"Won't you help me entertain our guests?" Robert asks, more like demands. The two men shift uncomfortably.

Emma quickly interrupts. "I think the most important thing is that they're abandoning me."

"What do you mean?" Robert asks, confused. "You have our guests to talk to."

Emma winces. The man doesn't truly get what she, Tom and Billy are feeling.

Tom turns to her fondly. "Just give me two hours off and I'll spend all my time with you."

Emma grins before turning to Billy. "See. He doesn't leave me."

"My job isn't optional!" Billy says exasperatedly but fondly.

Robert interrupts the joking mood. "Be sure not to be too long."

Billy nods tightly, begins finishing his meal and leaves. Emma looks on sympathetically. Tom has Emma to act as a barrier with Robert but what does Billy have?

Emma looks to Edith who has the same look on her face but then minutely gestures to Robert. Oh yes, Emma had promised to enact the plan.

Emma turns to Robert. "I was thinking of going on a walk with Edith and Mr Gregson after breakfast. Why don't you come?"

Robert looks at Michael awkwardly before dismissing the idea, "I don't think so. I've got too much to do, rounding this lot up. Coffee?"

"Not yet, thank you." Robert rises and walks off to get more coffee. Edith turns to Gregson, apologetic. Emma frowns annoyed.

Tom looks at her amused. "Have you been plotting with Edith and Mr Gregson?"

Emma shrugs. "Maybe..."

Tom shakes his head at her with a smile then pecks her cheek. "Well, I need to get going. I'll be back in a few hours"

"You better."

——

Michael, Emma and Edith walk into the Library after their walk. Emma had been concerned about third wheeling but the couple had made her feel welcome. They had come across the nannies taking the children out. It was quite funny having the two Michaels meet though the younger didn't contribute much as he's only two months old.

Other male guests are loitering about in the room, reading newspapers. Robert is at his writing desk. The women had gone to look at the gardens. It reminds Emma of when her own mother and aunt, whenever they were at each other's houses, they'd give each other tours of their gardens. Emma feels saddened when she thinks of her family. She wonders what happened after she fell into the past. Are her family looking for her?

"I'm getting quite fluent." Michael informs them. His comment brings Emma out of her thoughts.

"You're taking German lessons?" Edith asks in disbelief.

Emma lets out a strained chuckle. "Well, he does plan on going to live there." She really still doesn't like the idea, not in this era of German history.

"No, no. Of course." Edith turns to Michael as they slow to a stop. "I just can't get over the fact you're doing all this to be with me."

"Whatever it takes." Michael says with a smile.

"You two are disgustingly sweet," Emma remarks. Edith smiles shyly while Michael continues to smile.

They approach Robert at the desk. Michael and Edith exchange a look, Michael silently encouraging her to tackle the matter.

"Michael was admiring the Library." Edith says to her father when she walks closer. Emma and Michael trail behind.

"It's marvellous." Michael says as he walks to stand next to Edith. "Edith tells me there's a Gutenberg Bible."

When Robert replies, barely looking up from his papers, "Yes. It's a shame our librarian, Mr Pattinson, isn't here. He's the only one who knows where anything is." He rises. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I must go and sort out the wine for tonight."

He walks off. Michael crosses his arms, hiding his annoyance behind a wry smile. "He doesn't approve of me."

"He doesn't know you." Edith corrects.

"Nor is he likely to." Edith scoffs at his words.

"He will. One way or another." Emma declares.

——

After dinner, Emma, instead of joining the women in the Drawing room, had gone to the Nursery to look in on the children and is making her way down the stairs into the Hall when she comes across Jimmy tentatively flexing his hand.

"Jimmy?" She calls, startling him. She gets to the bottom and looks at him curiously. "Is everything alright?"

"Of course, Mrs Branson. Just had an unfortunate accident with my wrist." His eyebrows furrow as he rubs it.

"Well, let me see." She offers her hand and Jimmy gingerly places his wrist in it. Emma has a look over it before declaring, "You've probably just sprained it a bit. I recommend wrapping it in some bandages for now, let it rest and go to the Hospital tomorrow."

"Yes, Mrs Branson."

"Right come with me, I'll bandage it for you." Emma begins to pull him towards the Library.

Jimmy looks at her with wide eyes. "No, no, it's alright, Mrs Branson."

Emma rolls her eyes. "Come on." She hears voices from the Dining room and quickly pulls Jimmy, who reluctantly follows, away. She leaves him in the Small Library so she can dart upstairs to get the nursing kit she keeps in her room.

Emma slips past Gillingham, Sampson, Robert and Michael as they walk through the Hall and into the Drawing room and overhears some of their conversation.

"I'll join you if you like." Robert is saying to Sampson. Oh dear, seems he's being pulled into a card game.

"Is there a place for me?" Michael asks as Emma slinks up the stairs. His words give her pause. Maybe Robert will finally get to know Michael.

Emma turns away to go back up the stairs and accidentally collides with Rose.

"Oh!" Emma exclaims. "Sorry, I—" She then sees Alfred standing on the steps behind Rose and carefully carrying a large, heavy object covered with a dark cloth. "What's that?"

"It's a surprise!" Rose says cheerfully though can't help but think she looks like she's been caught red handed.

"A surprise..." Emma deadpans.

"Yes, please don't tell!" Rose pleads.

Emma sighs. "Oh alright. But only because I just don't want to get involved."

Rose beams. "Come on Alfred!" She calls as she darts down the stairs. Emma steps aside so the poor footman can make his way down without an accident happening.

She grabs the kit and makes her way back to Jimmy, who is perched uncomfortably on a chair and bouncing his knee anxiously.

"Here we go!" Emma declares when she steps inside, starting him. Is she really this terrifying?

She gets to work and to fill in the awkward silence, she begins talking. "I suppose this is why Thomas was playing footman tonight and looked like a child whose sweets had been stolen."

Jimmy winces looking genuinely guilty. "I helped opening a jar and it didn't go well."

"I can see that." Emma remarks with a smile, which Jimmy returns.

——

Emma has only just joined everyone in the Drawing room and is talking with Tom near where Billy sits with Cora, Violet and the Duchess when, suddenly, there is the sound of a gramophone from the Hall. Everybody looks up.

Rose comes walking in at the open door. "Is there anyone who wants to dance?" Emma huffs a laugh. This was what she was up to.

"I jolly well do. If it's with you." Sir John remarks as he eagerly follows her out into the Hall.

"I love dancing, but these days I haven't got a partner." The Duchess laments.

"Billy? You're dressed for it." Cora hesitantly suggests.

Billy looks like he'd like to be invisible, but, after a moment's pause, turns to the Duchess and says dutifully, "Would you care to dance with me, Duchess?"

"I should love it." The Duchess says enthusiastically. They get up. Billy offers her his arm.

Tom raises an eyebrow at Emma. "Well?"

Emma purses her lips; she isn't really a fan of dancing but she supposes that she can't miss the opportunity to be held in the arms of her husband. "Very well."

They link arms and pass Michael and Edith as they move to leave the room.

"I hate to pass up a chance to hold you in my arms, but..." Michael says.

"Why do you have to play?" Edith complains.

"Because I've said I will."

"Don't worry, you and Emma can share me." Tom suggests as they pause next to them.

Emma huffs a laugh and smiles at her husband teasingly. "You only say that because you don't want to be left to the wolves."

"So?"

They all chuckle and depart from the room. Emma glances back to see who's left in the room and sees Violet in her seat with Mary sitting next to her and Lord Gillingham approaching them. Hmm...

——

They are all in the swing of it when Mary and Gillingham come walking out into the Hall too and start dancing.

"What do you think about Mary's new beau? I can't help but think it's a bit too soon." Emma comments to Tom.

"Don't know. You know I've been trying to avoid talking to most of them." Tom says dejectedly.

Emma smiles sympathetically. "I know, but I can't help but feel Billy is having a worse time than you." The two of them glance over to see Billy really looking uncomfortable and replying with short answers to whatever the Duchess is saying.

"Hmmm..."

It is then that Emma and Tom, having not looked where they were going, accidentally collide with Mary and Gillingham, who had stopped dancing. Emma turns to apologise but then sees the stricken look on Mary's face. Emma pulls away from Tom and looks towards where Mary is looking and freezes. Alfred is in charge of the gramophone by the stairs, a gramophone that looks awfully like the one that was Matthew and Lavinia's wedding present. Oh, dear.

"Rose?" Mary then says, drawing the attention of a beaming Rose in the arms of Sir John and causing them to stop. "Where did you get that?"

"I found it in the attic. I got Alfred to bring it downstairs." Rose replies.

"I'm so sorry but I... I can't dance after all." Mary says shakily before stepping away.

"Perhaps–" Sir John begins to say but Mary walks away upstairs without another word.

Gillingham looks at all of them puzzled. "What was that about?"

"The gramophone. It belonged to Matthew." Emma explains. She harshly turns on Rose. "Rose, what were you thinking?!" She hisses.

"I'm sorry. I, I didn't think." Rose apologises. Rose looks massively guilty.

Gillingham looks massively disappointed. "What a pity." He walks away, too. After a pause, Rose and Sir John resume dancing.

Emma turns to her husband. "You go dance with Edith. I'll talk to Mary." Tom nods and Emma goes up the stairs after Mary.

——

Mary is lying on her bed, fully clothed, looking miserable when Emma opens the door to admit herself.

Emma hesitantly approaches the bed. "Mary? Do you want to talk about it?"

"Did you know that Rose had found Matthew's gramophone?" Mary says plainly. There are no tears on her cheeks but she does look sombre.

Emma purses her lips and slowly sits down on the edge of the bed next to Mary as she speaks, "No, but I did see her getting Alfred to carry something down. I should've asked more questions and she should've asked you."

"Well, you weren't to know and she didn't ask." Mary sighs. "I feel very sad tonight."

Emma reaches over and places a hand on her arm. "And no wonder. She shouldn't have had it brought down and set off your memories." She says reproachfully.

Mary shakes her head. "No, it's not that. At least, it's not only that. Sometimes I don't know whom I'm most in mourning for, Matthew or the person I used to be when I was with him."

Emma smiles slightly. "You're a fine person, Mary. Fine and strong. And you'll learn that for yourself as time goes by." She says sincerely. "You just haven't worked out how to show those qualities yet after the loss of Matthew."

Mary sits up on the side of the bed causing Emma to shuffle back to give her some room. "I made rather an idiot of myself in front of Lord Gillingham."

"He won't mind." Emma reassures her. "He seems quite interested in you, though you must know that you shouldn't feel pressured into anything. You know what's better for you."

Mary smiles softly. "Thank you."

——

Emma pulls Jimmy along to the Hospital to get him properly checked and treated. When they emerge, Emma spots Isobel and Violet talking in the square near the latter's car. Emma sends Jimmy off on his way and approaches the two women.

Emma passes when she hears Violet say, "Look, my dear, I don't want to be unkind, and you have my sympathy, truly. But it won't bring him back for you to sit alone, night after night."

Emma swallows tearfully. She knows what Violet means but the problem is not the day someone dies as you have things to do, but it's all those days after that they stay dead.

"I know. But you see, I have this feeling that when I laugh or read a book or hum a tune, it means that I've forgotten him. Just for a moment. And it's that that I can't bear." Isobel replies.

"'Better by far that you should forget and smile, than that you should remember and be sad.'" Violet quotes.

"But Rossetti was writing about her own death, not her child's."

"Isobel!" Emma calls cheerfully as she approaches them. "Are you coming to the concert after all?"

Isobel sighs but smiles slightly. "I suppose I must."

——

The family and guests, ready for dinner, are waiting for Dame Nellie Melba to arrive in the Drawing room.

"What on earth can she be doing?" Cora wonders to Violet, Isobel, Emma, the Duchess, Mary and Gillingham as they gather in a group; some sitting, some not.

"Should someone go up and see?" Mary suggests.

Violet frowns in confusion. "I thought she was going to sing after dinner."

"She is." Isobel replies.

"Then why would we want to see her before?"

Emma rolls her eyes at the response.

Mary and Gillingham drift off to talk to one another but Emma still stays with the others. She had looked in Lady Raven's direction earlier and felt a bit too scared to leave the safety of Cora, Isobel and Violet. Emma sees that in another part of the room, Sir John is trying to make small talk with Tom and Billy. It doesn't seem to be going well.

Cora calls over Mr Carson to ask him where Dame Nellie is and they learn she isn't joining them.

"She's in her room? How long has she been there?" Cora asks indignantly.

"Her maid took her some tea when she arrived." Mr Carson replies.

Emma frowns. She thought the singer had turned up too late for afternoon tea, but apparently, she's been here the entire time?!

"What?" Cora expresses in shock.

"And I'm about to send up dinner."

"Doesn't she want to eat with us?" Isobel questions.

Mr Carson looks affronted at the notion. "I didn't think it appropriate, ma'am, and his lordship agreed with me."

"You're kidding me?!" Emma exclaims just as Isobel huffs, "I can't believe my ears."

Cora sighs irritably and gets up from her chair. "Robert?" She waits for him to step closer to her so the rest of the room won't hear. After a hushed but angry conversation with her husband, Cora turns to Mr Carson, who has walked up behind her, murmurs to him then he replies to her before she quickly hisses at him then gives him a disdainful look and walks off, out of the room.

——

In the Dining room, they are being served dinner by Alfred and Mr Molesley, who is surprisingly wearing a footman's livery, in a perfectly tranquil and dignified atmosphere. Suffocating.

Dame Nellie Melba has joined them, sitting next to Robert. The man better behave.

Billy incorrectly turns to his right and murmurs to Emma, "When do you think we can make our escape."

Emma smiles awkwardly and apologetically to Lady Raven, who looks a bit put out that Billy has so rudely turned away from her.

"I don't think that's possible and you really shouldn't be talking to me." Emma murmurs.

Billy grimaces and turns back to Lady Raven while Emma talks to Rose, thank God. Cora turns to talk to her other neighbour, which thankfully means Emma and Billy can now chat with each other. Relieving Billy of whatever awkward small talk he was making.

At the other end of the table, Mary is talking to Gillingham. She laughs suddenly. Emma only catches it slightly and looks in Mary's direction in surprise.

She turns back to Billy, who murmurs, "I don't think she's laughed like that since Matthew died."

"No..." Emma frowns. "I am glad to hear it, but..."

"What?"

Emma sighs. "I'm not sure how I feel about Lord Gillingham of all people causing it."

"Don't you like him?" Billy questions.

"He's alright I suppose." Emma replies. "But I want to shake him and tell him that her husband hasn't even been dead for a year yet, what are you doing?"

"It's been a year and 8 months or so for me." Billy says quietly.

Emma looks at him sorrowfully. "And you have all the time in the world to find someone or not."

"Not anyone from this world." Billy huffs, downing another drink and Emma wonders how many he's had. "None of them would understand me. Not like Sybil."

"Then who?"

Billy doesn't answer her as Mr Molesley pours him a new glass of wine.

——

Emma loses Billy after dinner, which concerns her, but before long, it's time for Dane Nellie's performance and Billy has thankfully appeared once again.

Chairs have been set up for the audience in the Great Hall. Dame Nellie stands by the grand piano and sings 'Songs My Mother Taught Me' by Czech composer Antonin Dvorak, accompanied by a pianist.

By the staircase, at an 'appropriate' distance from the family and guests, chairs have been set up for the servants as well. In one section are Mrs Hughes, Mr Bates and Anna in the front row, while Mr Molesley and some visiting valets are in the back row. In another section are Daisy, Ivy, Mrs Patmore, Alfred and Dr Clarkson in the front row, with some valets, Lucy a kitchen maid and Anne and George in the back row. Mr Carson and Thomas stand listening in a corner, the former enchanted, the latter unreadable. Emma glances at him amusedly before turning her focus back to the performance.

The song ends and everyone applauds. Emma sees Anna get up and walk quietly out. Gemma had told Emma about a rambunctious game of cards in the Servants' Hall that Emma is sad to have missed. Perhaps all the yelling has given Anna a headache.

"And now for one of my favourites. 'O Mio Babbino Caro' by Puccini, from Gianni Schicchi. And I'd like to dedicate this to love and to lovers." Dame Nellie announces. Emma and Tom smile at each other and clasp hands as she begins to sing.

During the singing, Emma notices that Anna still hasn't come back. She frowns, Emma has a bad feeling.

She touches Tom's hand. "I'm going downstairs."

Tom looks at her in concern. "What for? Is everything alright?"

Emma nods, trying not to show her worry. She doesn't want to worry her husband when she doesn't even know why she's having this bad feeling. Tom reluctantly lets her go and she slips out of the room.

——

Once Emma is making her way down the stairs, that's when she hears it, distant screaming. Emma gets to the bottom and realises it's coming from what she recalls as the Boot room. She steps into the Kitchen and grabs a pot that's been left on the side, preparing for whatever she's going to face. It must be Anna and she's clearly in distress.

She opens the door to find Anna on the bench with lots of objects on the floor. Emma only sees the back of a man on top of Anna.

Emma can't bear to think of what he is doing and instead yells, "What on earth are you doing?!"

He spins around but she doesn't give him a chance to answer and whams him over the head with the pot. He staggers in shock and collapses to the floor. It is only then that Emma can see his face and recognises him as Lord Gillingham's valet. He seems unconscious and she doesn't spare another thought for him and instead turns her attention to Anna, who, thankfully, while shaken and teary eyed, has only a few tears in her clothes and her underwear completely intact.

"Anna?" She tentatively calls. Oh god, he almost- almost-

Anna sobs, breaking her from her thoughts. She looks at Emma with wide and tearful eyes. Despite not being raped as Emma had feared, Anna's entire appearance is a mess. Her hair is down making her look completely dishevelled. Her clothes are hanging loosely about her, her face and lips bruised and bloody. Anna overall looks extremely distressed and Emma doesn't blame her.

Emma sighs. "Come with me. I can patch you up." Emma gently wraps her arm around the shaking woman and guides her so she's standing upright on the ground. "Let's go to Mrs Hughes' Sitting room."

——

Emma is patching up Anna and treating her the best she can when Mrs Hughes walks in.

"Shut the door. She turns back to Anna." Emma says urgently. She doesn't want anyone to see Anna yet. Not until they've discussed what to do.

Mrs Hughes turns and looks at the scene in front of her in alarm. "Oh, my God!"

"Shut the door!" Emma sharply whispers before turning back to the nursing kit she had gotten from her room and packs up her supplies. She hates the fact that this is the second time in two days she's used this.

Mrs Hughes obeys. Anna gets up despite Emma trying to get her to sit down. "Will you help me? Will you find me some clothes?" She desperately asks the housekeeper.

"Of course, I will, but..."

Anna keeps talking, ignoring her. This is the first time she's spoken since Emma found her in the Boot room with- with-

"Will you see to Lady Mary? Say, um, just say I've gone home with a headache." She's completely beside herself. It's a wonder she can still think as straight as this. It didn't even happen to Emma and she's shaken and frightened, having used her nursing as a distraction.

"Anna, I really think you should tell someone." Emma suggests.

"I agree." Mrs Hughes speaks. "I can manage Lady Mary, but Anna, we must tell someone!" She totally knows what has happened. Emma and Anna don't have to explain anything.

"No, no, no!" Anna cries frantically.

"But you'll have to tell Mr Bates!" Emma argues.

By the look on Anna's face, this is clearly her worst nightmare. "Him least of all! If he knew, he'd murder the man who's done it and then he'd be hanged!" She says pleadingly.

"But surely..."

"He's a convicted felon! D'you think they'd spare him a second time?"

Emma looks down thinking she's probably right though isn't happy with this.

"No." Mrs Hughes quietly replies. There's a pause as Anna sobs. "Maybe the doctor's still here." She makes a move towards the door. Anna pulls her back by the arm.

"Will you listen?!" Anna cries desperately. "Please no Doctor, Emma has treated me. I'm fine. I just need your help, or I wouldn't have told you. Nobody else must ever know. You promise me!"

Mrs Hughes speaks with a deep sigh, "Wait here. I'll fetch you some water and a comb." She runs her hand along Anna's cheek in a comforting caress. "And see what I can find you in the way of a dress."

Anna lets her go, still crying, and retreats to a corner. There she sinks down against the wall, sobbing inconsolably. Emma sits on the floor and cradles her.

——

Emma sees Mr Bates walking along the corridor just as she and Anna step out of Mrs Hughes's Sitting room. Anna is now wearing a black white-trimmed dress, her hair redone neatly.

He steps closer with a frown; he's likely seen the marks on her face. "What happened to you?"

Anna replies, avoiding his eyes. "I was drinking a powder when I suddenly felt dizzy and I... I must have fainted. I think I hit the edge of the sink as I went down. Emma found me and patched me up a bit. It was stupid really."

Mr Bates looks at Emma questioningly and she reluctantly nods. He's unsure but nods.

"You've changed your dress." He observes. He's deeply concerned by her obvious distress, but he doesn't understand what's happened. Not yet.

"Yes. It's badly marked. I've put it in to soak, but I'm not sure I can save it. Mrs Hughes lent me this." Anna takes her coat and hat from the hook by the door. "Come on, let's go."

"What's the hurry?"

Anna doesn't answer and walks out into the Yard.

Mr Bates looks to Emma in question. Emma avoids his eyes. She can't look at the distressed face of a husband not understanding what's happened with his wife, why she's acting so strange.

Emma makes a quick excuse about her children needing her before hurrying away. When she reaches the stairs, she sees the valet that had attacked Anna emerging from the Boot room further down another corridor. He's staggering and holding his head in pain. She really doesn't want him to see her just in case he'd had enough time to see her face before she whacked him so she darts up the stairs hoping he hasn't seen her.

——

A/N: Please leave comments on how you're enjoying this story and what you think.

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thinking so fucking hard about loser/stoner eren and popular/mean girl reader............ how she'll tease him and bully him at school but when they're fucking its always the opposite way around........ he has such a grip on her and shes so whipped for him that the pent up teasing just comes out during sex and he is just being so mean to her

This is a different au from the other loser eren asks — aiming more towards stoner!eren x popular!reader!! Also this got really long?? It’s a mix of headcanons and drabbles so hold on

warnings: smut, dirty talk, mean dom eren, rough sex, crying, creampie, multiple rounds, spanking, hair pulling, mentions of drugs (weed), degradation, use of “bitch”, “slut”, “whore”, “cocksleeve”, no prep, ass play, size kink, dumbification, mentions of spitting, dubcon (just to be sure)

No but imagine... Eren is this outcast, unbothered type of guy that doesn’t give a fuck about the social hierarchy of college or whatever. For some sick and twisted reason, you are particularly interested in him — there’s something about his baggy clothes, long hair under his cap/beanie and his “fuck everything” attitude that gets you going. But you can’t really show that you’re attracted to a complete loser like him, it would ruin your reputation, so you have to pretend as if you love teasing him, mocking him. Which, like, it’s totally funny.

It works for some time, until you are alone in a room with him. It happens in some weird college party that you almost didn’t go to, when you decide to take a break from dealing with your drunk friends and find shelter in a bedroom somewhere. It takes you some time to find one that it’s not locked or... being used, but eventually you open the door to find Eren, just scrolling through his phone with a blunt hanging from his lips. This time, considering it’s just you and him, you skip the provocations and ask him what he’s doing alone in there, you sit next to him in bed and listen as he complains about some friend that dragged him to that obnoxious party.

“I was just passing some time before I found an excuse to leave,” he says, locking his phone and putting it on the nightstand. The smell of weed is filling the stuffed air, and Eren takes another hit before putting his blunt out. “And what are you doing here? Got tired of ruining everyone’s night and decided to ruin mine?”

“It’s always more fun with you.” You smile, one hand landing on his shoulder. Eren tenses under your touch, bright green eyes trying to see if you’re just making fun of him again. Still, there’s something else burning at the bottom of your irises that he has never seen before, something that makes his stomach clench in anticipation. “Besides… now I have you all to myself.”

“What are you getting at?” He asks, but his voice sounds lower, eyebrows furrowed in doubt. You two are close, so much closer than ever before, and he can feel your gentle breathing on his lips when you lean closer. His heart picks up, and his hands are fighting to touch your body. “If this is some sort of prank, I swear—“

“It’s not a prank,” you whisper, looking down at his lips. Eren swallows dry — it’s funny: even after months of teasing, this is the clearer reaction you’ve ever received from him. “Can I kiss you?”

Eren has never heard you ask for anything — especially from him. It takes him some time to warm up to the idea (and to make sure you’re not just fucking with him again), his cock stirring awake in his baggy pants, before he gives you a curt nod. You smile, leaning in and joining your lips in a heated kiss.

And you swear you have the upper hand for some time. You sit on his lap, run your fingers through his hair and watch as he becomes pudding under your touches — just groaning and sighing against your lips as his rough hands squeeze your ass, making you grind your pussy down against his hard cock until you’re soaking through the fabric. But then something in the air suddenly switches and Eren is turning you around, trapping you beneath his large body as his lips eagerly move down to your neck, hands practically tearing your top open so he can suck on your tits.

You whimper and ask him to slow down, but he’s not really listening at this point — if you’re giving yourself to him, he’s going to make good use of his time. Especially when he thinks you should learn one thing or two about how to properly behave, about not always getting what you want, but what you deserve after teasing him for so long. All those months of pent-up frustration are getting to his head, turning into a power trip as he notices that he’s so much stronger than you, that he can do whatever he wants and you’ll just have to take it. And he’s gonna make sure you’ll take it all.

In no time, you’re completely naked, clothes mindlessly thrown around the room and Eren is looking at your body like he can eat you whole. He asks you to “Turn around,” as he takes off his own clothes, and your surprised at the eagerness in which you follow his command. You don’t know what’s going on with you — all those bitter comments you’d throw at him are now long gone, barely a ghost at the back of your mind when you feel him shuffle closer to you. Eren pulls your hips upwards, presses your face down against the mattress and spanks your ass so hard you swear you see stars.

“Eren!” You cry out, both from pleasure and surprise. “What are you—“

“Shut up.” His hands come down against your ass once more, making you whine. “You never fucking stop talking, such an annoying bitch.” Your skin burns as he lays down more hits against your ass cheeks, your hands helplessly holding onto the bedsheets. “This is what you wanted, uh? Wanted me to snap, to treat you like the needy whore you are.”

“Y-Yes,” you stutter. Your pussy is so aroused that you just feel yourself dripping down your thighs, the coldness of the air making you shiver. You never needed someone as much as you needed him. “Eren, fuck me,” you sob.

His large figure leans over you, one hand yanking your hair back as his face stops next to yours. You can feel his cock — huge, throbbing, heavy — in between your sensitive ass cheeks, and the notion that he’s about to stretch you out so wide makes you whine. “Didn’t fucking listen, why don’t you get some fucking manners and try again?”

“Please, Eren, f-fuck me,” you utter, arching your back against his cock. You never noticed how big and strong he is, but now that he’s towering over you, you have no choice but to feel yourself shrinking beneath him. “Please, please.”

He scoffs. “Needy bitch,” but he releases your hair and pushes your face down against the mattress, using his free hand to align himself with your dripping cunt. “Not so fucking chatty now, are you?” You barely have time to answer before he’s pressing his cockhead against your pussy, your hole fluttering around his length as he continues to push in. Eren is huge, definitely the biggest you’ve ever had, and the lack of prep only makes you feel the stretch even more. “Shit, look at this tight fucking cunt,” he breathes out. His hands are squeezing your ass so hard you just know it’ll be sore in the morning, but you don’t care. “Can’t believe you kept this from me for so fucking long.”

You have half the thought of apologizing, but you can’t do it when he bottoms out. By the time that his cock is fully inside you, you can barely utter out an incomprehensible string of “S-So huge, E-Eren— too much— fuck, so big, I can’t take it, I can’t...” before he’s moving his cock in and out of you.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asks, spanking your ass once again. The noise is so much louder this time, your moan following it shortly. “Fucking annoyed me for months just because you wanted to milk my cock like a desperate little whore,” he seethes, grabbing your ass forcefully as he drills into your soaking cunt. Eren is going hard and fast, so much so that you feel as if your brain is rattling inside your head, tits bouncing against the mattress as he continues his unforgiving pace. “Always knew you were a slut, I just didn’t know you’d be so fucking— shit — so fucking insufferable.”

“I’m s-sorry,” you whine, tears streaming down your face because of how good it all feels.

He scoffs. “Not yet. But you’ll be sorry.”

And boy how sorry you are. You had no idea that Eren would have that ridiculous amount of stamina, but you don’t even know how many times you’ve cum by the end of the night. Eren fucks you full of his cum again and again, spanking you and pulling your hair every time you misbehave and can’t keep it in like he tells you to — because “you’re such a dumb bitch, can’t even listen when you’re full of cock”.

He makes you cum on his fingers, on his cock, on his tongue, even makes you desperately grind against his thigh to get yourself off just because he likes how dumb you look. He fills every whole he can — spits in your mouth, fucks your throat, fingers your ass as he’s fucking you from the back and promises that next time it’ll be his cock. He’s just so mean, so revengeful of every time you annoyed him that he can’t be nice even if he tried. It’s just too good to have almighty little you turned into a stupid slut for his cock, crying and begging for him to fill you up one more time.

“Listen to me,” he hisses, making you turn your head to look at him. Your eyes are glazed over, barely able to find his with your orgasm building up again. “This is all you’re fucking good for,” he says, and his cock throbs inside you. Eren’s cum is seeping down your thighs, coating his length and making his slide easier as he continues to pound inside your abused cunt. “You’re made to be a cocksleeve, this pussy is made to take my cock. Do you understand?” You agree with a whiny yes. “Gonna stop fucking annoying me now? You can just ask and I’ll fuck you whenever you want, okay?” You nod, only half there, and for the first time that night he calls you “Good girl,” before stuffing you full of his cum again.”

Anyways???? Idk what came over me but yeah. Popular girl reader that is a complete slut for loser eren when theyre fucking. I rest my case.

#eren smut #eren jaeger x you #eren yaeger headcanons #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #eren x reader #eren x you #eren headcanons #aot smut #snk amut #attack on titan smut

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obsessive-ego · 3 years

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Another shape shifting demon is messing with Beej for reasons and they take the form of Y/N and asks "Beetlejuice can I see you in the bedroom?" with the intent of attacking him but when they're back is turned he strikes first, they go down and change back "How'd you know it was me?" Beej smugly states "Do your homework kid, when we're alone Y/N calls me Bee or Lawrence. Ya hack!" Then he murders them and frees a tied up Y/N.

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Here's a little ramble

Beej was off doing his thing, mess with your neighbors in the apartment complex where you lived, while you did 'boring breather things'

You really did appreciate the fact beej would just duck out and gave you the time to actually get stuff done without him being under foot.

As you finish up loading the washing machine, the second you closed the lid your body was pushed firmly against the appliance, a shiver running up your spin, you knew that cold body, guess beej came home early.

"Very funny-"

You give the ghoul a nudge so you can move on with what you were doing

"Hmm?"

You were freed with nothing more then a hum, turning around you see your demon

"You alright?" Something felt off, your stomach turned, but you couldn't place it

The ghoul cups your face, you flinch "such a pretty little thing you are, so warm, so defenseless, so inviting"

What?

In a flash the familiar face of the demon you so cared for melted away into a scaly toothy mess of a monster.

"That bastard spoke so highly of you dear y/n, I had to meet you-" he purred

"What-" you gasped, quickly pulling away

"Shhh, honey-" the ghoul tries reaching for you again, though you grab the closest object and whip it at him, it being a bottle of laundry soap.

"Beetle-"

And hand is quick to cover your mouth "now sweetie we can't have you spoiling the surprise I have for your master can we? Such a naughty pet, is this how you treat a guest?" The ghoul begins to drag you to your bedroom. With a snap of his fingers you were bound and gagged, and tossed roughly into your closet, the ghoul now leaning into the door frame talking down to you.

"You see, your Beetlejuice owes me more cash then he could ever repay me, and when I caught wind he has a pretty little human pet, I thought that's worth more then that bastard's weight in gold" the ghoul sneered, eyeing you up and down. "Of course a demon of HIS power would never let you go without a fight, so I'm going to kill him, simply put, then you, my little pet, will be coming home with me"

This can't be happening, you felt this was all a bad dream, soon you'll hear your alarming and you'll wake and right?

"Since I'm a bit of a showman myself, I'm gracing you with a front row seat to your master's demise" he chuckled "I can't wait to feel how warm your body truly is"

...

"HONEY I'M HOME" Beetlejuice's voice rings through your home, you wanted to scream for help, you wanted to warn him, though you were powerless

"Speak of the devil" the ghoul chuckled, his former shifting and molding to match you, an identical replica, he closes the closet door, leaving a Crack open, allowing you the torture to see what they had in store for beej.

...

"Welcome home Beetlejuice" they say with a soft smile as the head out of the bedroom and towards the demon,

"Babes.." he was hesitant to greet you, something felt off, normally Beetlejuice would pull you into a bear hug and immediately brag about his day, but something felt weird, you smelt off, your voice was so sugar coated,

"I've been waiting for you to come home, beetlejuice can I see you in the bedroom?" Their voice was soft and inviting, and somewhat sultry as they vanished into the room.

Your stomach drops seeing that monster wearing your face reenter your vision, you couldn't do anything about this, you could only hope. Though that hope was broken when you saw Beetlejuice walking into the room, if you weren't crying before, you were now.

The shape shifter takes the lead waking to your dresser "Beetlejuice can I get your opinion on-" the thought was cut short, Beetlejuice had forced a demon like claw through the impostor's stomach, in a flash the disguise was lost, and the intruders real form was visible.

"How did you know I was a fake?" He croaks

Beetlejuice, now a blazing red "you didn't do your homework did ya? Y/n calls me Bee or Lawrence when we're alone, they don't drop the full B-word very often ya hack!" He snarls before tearing them limb from limb, becoming more and more monstrous as he rips the intruder to shreds.

Beetlejuice stands in the gore of what was once another demon, panting as though he needed to breath, monstrous features slowly hiding back into his humanish form.

Thud

The sound snapped the ghoul to the closet, tearing the door off the hinges as he expected another demon, his firey red colour melts into purple, once he sees you, his y/n tied up with heavy black chains, and a black cloth gagging you, tear stained cheeks.

Beetlejuice leans down to you and with a snap.of his fingers you were freed, the second the chains were gone to lunged for him, sobbing and babbling about how happy you were to see that he was okay. Beej was quick to return your embrace, his rage was fueled by the thought this intruder took you away, but here you were.

"Oh Lawrence" you sob clinging to him "are you okay?"

"I should be asking you that?" He squeezes you as if he was about to lose you. "Did he touch you?" You could feel the venom in his voice, hell, you could see some red creeping back into his form.

"Not really, but he planned to..." you trail off not wanting to think about it.

Beetlejuice snarls at your answer

"I don't want to think about it, I just want this" you sniffle nuzzling into the demon's neck, you felt so safe in his arms, yes beej has groped you and teased the hell out of you, but he cared for you so deeply, and right now, you needed that, you needed to feel safe, the two of you sat there on the floor in each other's arms for hours until beej moved the two of you to the living room while the clones "deal" with the mess on the rug.

...

Bonus

Lydia: wait so you saw Beetlejuice kill another demon?!

Y/n: yeah...

Lydia: oh my god, what was he like? It must have been terrifying, you're so lucky

Y/n: I would not call myself lucky

#beetlejuice x reader #muscial beetlejuice x reader #rambling

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tipsydipsydo · 3 years

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The laundry hamper [M]

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Gender of the Reader: female

Word Count: 2.2k

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut

AU: College AU!; Roommates2Lovers AU!; Friends2Lovers! AU

Warnings: Dirty Language + slight Dirty Talk; sweet and shy but naughty Jungkookie; Mentions of Masturbation in the shower; Scent/Smelling-Kink; Panty-Sniffing; Masturbation; slight Voyeurism; Teasing; Petnames; soft sub! Jungkook & dom! Reader undertones; Mentions of mutual Masturbation; Mentions of 69-Position

Summary: Jungkook has a crush on you since you moved together for college but the poor boy is way too shy to confess his feelings to you... rather he would search through your laundry hamper to get a shirt which smells after your very personal scent and tries to calm his racing heart... and other nerves. He didn’t thought to get catched by the person who already stole his whole heart in the most embarrassing situation...

A/N: Happy first year friendship anniversary with my dearest @borathae!! I love you to death my sweetheart and I thought today would be the perfect occasion to finally finish this Oneshot I started 10 months ago and waited to get finished until today on my IPad... especially because you was the person who gave me the inspiration to write this idea... I hope you like it!!

Status: halfway edited bc I was stressed I wouldn’t finish it on right time-

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He knows it's bad and that he shouldn't do it. Well... honestly, already before this thought, which is haunting him since two weeks, he wasn't any kind of "well mannered" anymore. ...before you apologized for taking so much space with your shower untensils in the shower basket and then decided, to take your Shampoo, Conditioner and Bodylotion to your room.

The thing you didn't know was that you took with this decision, Jungkook's one and only opportunity to properly jerk off, with you.

Why?

God, just when the poor boy thinks about it... the thought alone gives him a rosy-red blush all over his cheeks, which almost reachs his ears and leave him completely flustered and ashamed.

How to explain it... your quiet, adorably awkward and super shy roommate, who has a crush on you since two years (or even longer!) tend to use your hair shampoo as a little "fantasy kick". How could he resist the opportunity to smell something so familiar which reminds him of you, so close?

How he used it you ask yourself?

While he was showering, he sniffed on the opened lid of the shampoo bottle like a fucking dog in his rut and jerked off to the smell of English Wild Roses. Yeah, even Jungkook himself is absolutely sure that he reached a whole new level of freakiness. Who else jack themself off while sniffing on a damn hair shampoo bottle?!

Jungkook has simply a thing for scents... especially for everything that smells like you. Whenever something of you comes in contact with his nostrils, he immediately pops a boner.

Really, it's not funny anymore when you feel that your dick is going hard just from getting a whiff of your crush's parfum when they're passing by.

Anyway, not your parfum or shower utensils are giving Jungkook a problem now, it's much more your laundry hamper which suddenly developts a really strong seductive affect on him.

Both of you having a seperate laundry hamper in the shared bathroom and also a laudry bag in your room. It's easier to have these two opportunities to put your laundry than walking always with an arm full of dirty clothes through the whole apartement.

Especially when friends of the other person are over and a pair of Kook's boxer briefs or one of your bra's found their way to the floor, unnoticed. Okay, 'unnoticed' as long as one of your friends are yelling that there is dirty underwear in the hallway. Of course not without dropping some stupid and teasing comments.

Yeah, it's really better for Jungkook's and your own peace to have a laundry bag in your room and a laundry hamper in the bathroom. Even when Kookie wouldn't mind it at all to be the one who would've found your lingerie...

...and that's the point. Since this one incidence with your dessous, Jungkook is haunted by countless absolutely filthy and indecent thoughts. At first he was still able to control them and to shove them away into the last corner of his mind. But after you took your shower stuff with you to your room, these fantasies returned really, really fast and his interest in your laundry hamper grew endlessly.

It absolutely didn't help that he pretty aware of the fact that you showered just a half an hour ago.

You made yourself ready to go to the movies with some of your friends. That means, he would be completely alone for the next few hours with the clothes you've worn before and are now own your very personal scent. How the hell should he survive this silently for him screaming seduction?!

Okay, okay, even when he'd took something off your hamper... just as a hypothetisch thought... it would be definitely only something completely innocent, like a shirt or something else. Really, he just loves to smell your wonderful personal scent. It's calming his wild racing heart... and in some way his unsatisfied desires as well.

Once again he takes a glimpse through the slightly opened bathroom door into the hallway which leads to the front door. Everything is silent, he is indeed completely alone in the apartement.

Now or never. Maybe he should take one of your worn out T-Shirts you always wear for house chores and isn't one of your favourite piece of clothing anymore. Maybe then you wouldn't notice that's even gone... for a longer time.

He shouldn't debate any longer before he reverses his opinion and pull back... he would slap himself if he'd let such an opportunity slip through his fingers unused...

As soon as he opens the lid of your laundry hamper, all his 'good and pure resolutions' are thrown out of the next bathroom window. Hebshould have guessed it, he should have known it... that your underwear is the last thing you take of your body before showering. Well, in conclusion, your panties are the first piece of cloth which is greeting Jungkook's eyes.

He's gulping harshly. Fuck, his brain knows that what he's doing here is bad and dirty, that he shouldn't do it... but his body and especially his dick is literally screaming and begging him to reach out for exactly this piece of lingerie.

Those tiny little wheels starts turning in Jungkook's head when he scans through your latest outfit. He remembers which Sweater and Sweatpants you wore. How could he forget those cute socks with this adorable avocado print on them.

...but no Bra.

Fuck... Jungkook can't explain himself why he finds the thought of you, being so comfortable in your shared apartement and around him, that you decided to not wear a bra underneath and let your tits bounce around freely, so god damn attractive...

Before he even realized it, his greedy hand took your used panties already out of the laundry hamper and lets the soft fabric slip through his fingertips.

It's a plain black cotton panty with a lacey border which has a beautiful flower pattern. Others would say it's boring, unspectacular underwear but for Jungkook it's already beautiful and beyond belief sexy lingerie. To imagine that you walk casually around in those panties everyday... Jungkook feels how his dick is already leaking precum in his boxer briefs.

With every second he holds this pair of panties in his hands, his poor, needy cocks hardens even more in his grey sweats. He gulps again. He shouldn't do it... but your panties are tempting him and his short patience.

Before he can control what he's doing, his nose is already buried in this piece of cloth and takes a deep breath.

If his other hand wouldn't already disappeared beneath his waist band and squeezed the base of his cock, he would've already blown his load right here in his sweats.

He's panting, his breath fast and ragged, trying to take as much as possible of your intoxicating scent into his lungs when he yanks his sweatpants down to his knees and lays his hand in a firm grip around his red, swollen and angrily leaking cock. He's literally dripping, so it doesn't take long until his whole palm is lubed thoroughly with his own precum.

Jungkook's mind is clouded, he can't built any proper thought anymore, your delicious smell makes him salivating and he knows, he feels it in every fiber of his body, that he already got addicted to the smell of your panties... your pussy.

He can't believe that you smell so good, like that fucking good that he almost blew his load already in his pants. Untouched.

His mind is spiralling, dirty thoughts get exceeded by even more filthier ones, every secret and forbidden fantasies which he hold under control for so, so long are crashing down on him.

God, what would he do to be the lucky person who gets you on top of him, queening him, his whole face buried into your pussy, your juices smearing all over his chin and cheeks and getting a good whiff of your perfect cunt first hand. He would happily die between your legs, suffocated by your thighs which you would've squeeze so tightly around his head that it would literally crushed him. He would die as the happiest man in the whole universe.

To imagine how you'd whine, whimper and growl at him... praising him for doing so good, pleasuring you so well, tugging at his locks because you can barely handle the pleasure you receive from his tongue and lips...

His fist goes faster and faster, his wrist will hurt so bad in the exam tomorrow... but that's Jungkook tiniest problem right now, he needs to cum so fucking bad, his balls are already hard and tight, feeling like they would burst if he wouldn't cum and time soon.

"Tz, tz, tz... what do we have here? I didn't thought you'd be such a naughty boy as someone who's so sweet and shy, Jungkook... sniffing your roommates panties and jerking off to them...", you snicker and smirk, even though bis back is still facing you. The later flinchs noticeably and lets a surprised and equally terrified yelp out, almost jumping around to you.

He's trying to save to situation and his pride, throwing your panties back into your open laundry hamper and pulling his pants up as quick as possible.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, I am so, so, so, so sorry, it will never happen again, I am so sorry that you have such a disgusting roommate like me, I am so sorry, I didn't knew you'd come back so early again- oh fuck... I am so sorry, I am a disaster", Jungkook chokes out in a trembling voice and glassy eyes, a tiny little sob leaves him as well. He is truly ashamed and mortified to death.

Your heart breaks when you look at him, he looks so sorry and embarrassed, he couldn't look at himself in the mirror again. Slowly you start to shake your head 'no'.

"Oh Jungkookie, I didn't mean to shame you... I... I just was a little surprised to catch you here in the bathroom... having a little fun time with yourself... I realized halfway to the cinema that I forgot my wallet and I came back to get it... then I saw you and just wanted to tease you a little bit... ah shit- I think I just messed the things up as well... okay okay, stupid question from a stupid person who has a big, fat crush on you since months, if not even years... wouldyoumindmetohelpyoutocum?", you ramble nervously, now are your cheeks equally beet-red.

Jungkook's eyes shoot up to your face, your red cheeks, your big, questioning eyes and your lip biting is sending a new rush of exitement down to his softening cock, making him harden all over again.

"W-What? ...what?? You- you too? I-I am crushing on you since we moved in together and now you're telling me that you- ...oh my god, yes... yes... yes please... please help me. I am so needy and horny right now and your pant- you always smelled so good and it's driving me crazy... I am so horny for you, Y/N."

Jungkook couldn't control his blabbering mouth anymore, everything is just blurting out of him with such a force like the Niagara Waterfall.

You sigh in relieve and a bright smile is forming on your lips as you walk over to your crush and lay both of your hands on his cute and round cheeks, so you can look each other into the eyes.

"Jungkook, I would like to ask you if you're comfortable with the thought of me kissing you before I will... devour you?"

Just to hear the two words 'devour you' out of your mouth made his knees almost buckle. His head is moving by itself, nodding vehemently. But to his confusion you're shaking your head no.

"Babyboy, I need your verbal confirmation. Consent is key, alright?", you say in a gently yet firm voice.

Oh God, you'll be his death... calling him 'Babyboy' alone made a whimper slips past his lips which is why you hum very appreciately.

"Oh God, yes, yes, yes... please... please kiss me and devour me, Mistress- ugh, s-sorry, I- I didn't mean to say that", Jungkook coughs out all flustered again, don't dare to look you in the face.

Such a good, perfect babyboy he is already for you.

"Don't be shy, Baby... I like the title you gave me. When you like it, you can continue to address me with 'Mistress'. ...what about we change our location to your or my bedroom? I'd love to let you smell and taste my pussy... not just through worn fabric. I would take great care of your aching cock... I saw how swollen, red and leaking it was already. What about you eat me out while I take your cock into my mouth and jerk you off with the panties I wear right now. Hm, sounds good?

Jungkook's head is already spinning again when your lips finally meet, your mouth and tongue already taking the control over him and devouring him.

Yes, you'll be definitely the death for him.

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lothlaer · 3 years

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Proposal: Jaskier's got a fist clenched painfully hard one time when he's really really hurt and Yen has to force his palm open so she can tangle their fingers together and try to keep him from hurting his own hand. And they're both kind of like "oh" at some point idk 😳

Anon this apparently awakened something in me, so thank you for expanding on my post and giving me the inspo to write (checks notes) 1.7k. Hope you enjoy whatever this is!!!

Pre-yennskier, description of blood and injury, 100% hurt/comfort. Read on AO3

“Stop fucking moving,” Geralt hisses, pushing down hard on the hips beneath his hands to still the man’s squirming.

A choked off, muffled whine dies in Jaskier’s throat, his lips pursed tight enough to turn them pale and thin. He’s panting through his nose, clearly in agony, and too out of it to understand that moving will only make this worse.

Yennefer spares the witcher a glance, noting the anxiety and fear that’s obvious on his face, in the tension across his brow, the frantic not-focus of his eyes that flick between the bard’s half-delirious expression and the gaping wound at his side.

She’s done all she can to heal him, sealed up the torn and leaking insides that they all know would have killed him if they hadn’t been here – that still might kill him if they can’t stem the blood loss and prevent infection. She thinks of it like this; clinical, sensible, because she has to.

Jaskier’s heartbeat is quicker than it should be, his breathing equally fast, panicked and pained and shallow. She keeps her ear trained to its frantic rhythm, notices how Geralt’s heart thumps faster than normal too, almost human, almost matching hers. She’d laugh at the symmetry of it all, if it were funny. She’s sure Jaskier would write a poem, if he knew, but she won’t ever tell him.

He stills a little under the pressure of Geralt’s hands, though still struggles. He probably can’t help it by this point, too confused and the pain too intense to allow much rational thought. Geralt can’t work if he keeps kicking, shifting his hips to try to escape the discomfort.

“Yen,” Geralt growls, and she’d tell him off if she thought it would help.

She tells him off anyway, growling his name back as she presses her weight onto the bard’s chest, keeping him pinned. She watches his face, stares at the lines of tears down his temples, wrung out from his scrunched eyes.

The tight seam of Jaskier’s lips splits open, a deep groan and hitching sob forcing its way out as Geralt flushes the wound. He shifts again, and it’s only then that Yennefer notices his hands. The one nearest her grips at her skirt, tugging it towards himself, the other clenched tight enough at his side that the whites of his knuckles stand out even against his bloodless skin.

She reaches for it before she can think about it, dragging his hand over his chest, looking at the way he’s digging his nails into the meat of his palm.

Yennefer doesn’t say anything as she fits her thumb under his, prying it open like the hinge on a rusted box. There’s no treasure within as she does the same with his fingers, forcing them loose enough that his reflex to clench releases, each digit unfolding only to reveal deep indents in his skin like faint purple mouths.

She slips her fingers between his, taking the pressure into her own grip, resting their joined hands over his heart.

He blinks up at her, eyes wet with tears, then lifts his head to look down at himself.

“Don’t look,” Yennefer snaps, pointedly leaning forward to block the vivid red of Geralt’s hands from view.

She knocks her knuckles against his breastbone, drawing his attention back, and he focuses in on the press of their skin together.

She thinks that if he had enough blood left in his body to do so, Jaskier would be blushing. She feels heat rise in her own cheeks in sympathy. His lips part on an inappropriately dreamy sigh, and she realises she’s stroking her thumb back and forth over his clammy skin, then swiftly stops.

Yennefer checks his expression and discovers his eyes on her again, a long moment dragging on as she finds herself unable to look away, their faces closer than she realised and his short breaths puffing against her skin. She’s horribly aware of their entwined hands, the unpleasant sensation of drying blood and mud between them, the frantic heart mere centimetres away, trapped beneath only by fragile human flesh and bone.

Between another aborted cry of pain and a feeble attempt at another kick, Jaskier lets his head fall back to the ground, gaze swimming and dizzy as he stares up at the canopy of the trees above them, his grip tightening to the point of pain as the joints in Yennefer’s hand compress.

She loses track of time for a while, her knees and back aching from being folded over for so long, the quiet and sometimes unpleasant noises coming from Geralt working opposite her the only way to gauge how long they’ve been here, alongside the warbling beat that still echoes against her eardrums. It’s not like his usual music.

She looks back to his face after some time, catches his eyelids fluttering.

“None of that,” she scolds, loud enough to jerk him back into wakefulness.

She turns her head to look at the wound, relieved to find it closed with stitches, no longer sluggishly leaking blood down Jaskier’s side. He’s still covered in it, soaked into his shirt and the trousers covering his propped-up legs, even on the blanket they’ve thrown over him.

Geralt looks up and the relief is clear on his face; they’re not out of the woods yet, but it’s a step in the right direction. His eyes flick to Jaskier’s hand in hers, looking pointedly at where he’s still gripping her dress too, then walking away with a mutter about getting bandages.

Yennefer finds herself alarmingly embarrassed, and withdraws her hand.

Jaskier doesn’t complain, his fingers falling loose and curled where she leaves them.

Geralt returns quickly, begins packing the injury. Jaskier jerks again, then they begin the agonising process of winding bandages around his waist, having to manoeuvre him upright enough to pass them under his back.

By the end he’s even sweatier and paler than he was before. His noises of pain throughout have been quieter than Yennefer was expecting, the usual volume and raucousness of his voice muffled and contained. It’s simultaneously impressive and irritating – men, she thinks.

He groans long and low nonetheless as they shift him sideways onto a bedroll and prop another bag under his knees.

“It’s done, it’s over,” Yennefer finds herself saying quietly while Geralt resituates the blanket.

She wipes a tear away from Jaskier’s cheek with the backs of her fingers, and tries not to overthink the action in the seconds afterwards as his sobs subside.

He’s trembling, either from pain or shock or the cold, and Geralt wastes no time getting him water with some herbs mixed in. He drinks greedily, water spilling out around his mouth until the witcher urges him to slow.

Geralt lays him back down, calls his name softly until his wobbly attention wanders back to them.

“All better?” Jaskier murmurs after a moment, eyelids already half-mast.

Geralt lays a wet cloth over the bard’s forehead and holds his palm on it, steady and reassuring, long enough to lean over and catch Jaskier’s gaze.

“Good enough,” he says, beginning to wipe away the sweat and dirt from Jaskier’s face in gentle strokes.

“Bastard,” Jaskier mutters, eyes falling closed. He only settles for a moment before jerking awake, his eyes wide and alarmed. “Yen?”

He looks around blearily, waving an uncoordinated hand out – seeking her presence, Yennefer realises. She reaches for him, grasping his hand in hers. His gaze snaps to her, and softens.

“Okay?” he asks.

His skin is cool, his heart still racing.

“You’ll be pissing us off with your usual obnoxious poetics within a day, I imagine.”

He frowns at her and shakes his head almost imperceptibly.

“No,” he swallows dryly, “you okay?”

Yennefer opens her mouth, ready for a witty retort to manifest, but all that emerges is the escape of a surprised breath. She thinks of the way they’d been standing side by side when the attack had happened, the way the bard had fallen against her and brought her to her knees in the grass and mud, last autumn’s shed of rotting leaves compacting beneath her hands. The drip of red blending against the dirt. Her stomach twists, then releases.

“Rest, Jaskier.”

He still stares at her.

“I’m fine, you fool.” She squeezes his hand again, thinks of the indents on his palm. “Rest.”

He does, finally, slipping easily into something deeper than sleep. She knows she and Geralt will have their senses fixed on the pump of his blood for days yet, and that it’ll be a while before his body replenishes what he’s lost.

For now, the steadiness of his pulse and his breathing will have to be enough, even if they remain unnatural and fast.

Yennefer realises she’s been staring for a while when she notices Geralt bringing a bowl over, his hands and arms already washed clean of the mess from the past hour.

“Wonderful timing,” he says dryly, shaking the red-tinged water off his fingers with a couple of quick flicks.

“For what, witcher?” Yennefer says shortly, her nerves strung thin and dangerous.

Geralt snorts. Yennefer glares.

“For a realisation.” He smirks at her, smug.

“Fuck off,” she spits, not turning away quick enough to miss the way the man’s smile widens further.

She draws her hands away from Jaskier, his grip limp now, and washes her hands too, surprised to see the ripples on the surface from where she’s shaking. Geralt comes up behind her, his hand falling to her shoulder, and they both look down at the bard. The porcelain tinge of his skin is unnerving, his eyes bruised, and dirt and leaves still cling to his hair. But he’s alive, alive, and the knots in their chests release.

She thinks about leaving now her job’s done, the unpleasant warmth blooming somewhere in her gut making her want to run away, to flee from whatever the bard’s pain and gaze and hands have triggered in her, the feeling snapping sharp like a wire under her skin.

Geralt squeezes her shoulder.

“Stay with him.”

Yennefer feels the words rumble through her, less than an order but more than a suggestion. Her heart leans into it, giving way so carelessly to harmonise with the rhythm of his.

She stays.

#yennskier #jaskier x yennefer #yennefer x jaskier #the witcher #witcher fanfiction #witcher fanfic #hurt!jaskier #geralt is here too lol but i think he's just their Bro #loth txt #my fic #anonymous #ask #i'm gay i like hands ok

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Little Girl. (Younger!Nine/Wookjin x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Semi-Noncon, humiliation, degradation, size kink, fingering, slapping, hair pulling, choking, strong language, older!y/n, spanking, wedging, a dash of fear kink. Read at your own risk. Both of you are of legal age in this.

The air in Y/n's apartment was thick with tension as she awkwardly nodded at Wookjin, the son of her kind neighbour lady seated comfortably on the couch in her living room as she fumbled through one of her drawers, grabbing the teaching notes she needed to help the boy with, still clad in her work clothes which were a tight black pencil skirt and a pretty peach dress shirt, feet bare.

Wookjin bit his lip as she looked her tight ass up and down from behind since she was crouching to level herself with the piece of furniture. The boy was struggling to fight the urge to undo the high professional bun her hair was in. It looked so pretty when it was down, flowing down her shoulders and ending just above her waist. Fuck. She was so beautiful. It was a shame how she was all smiles with him when she first moved in the apartment complex but started avoiding him when she learnt that he was just a college sophomore.

Y/n sighed as she dropped a booklet yet again, trying to suppress the shudder in her fingers. Although she had her back to the boy, the woman knew he was staring. God damn. He was always fucking staring. She hated it. If it weren't for his friendly and kind mother, she never would have agreed to tutor Wookjin.

She wanted to smack herself for being so stupid. Without knowing his age Y/n had so stupidly flirted with him here and there when she first moved in. Only to find out that he was 5 fucking years younger than her.

And the fact that his door was right opposite to hers didn't fucking help.

"O- Okay!" Finally standing up with the materials and notes she needed, Y/n softly pulled in a long breath, closing the drawer with her foot before whipping around. "Let's sta-" a surprised scream escaped the girl, the bunch in her hand falling down on the ground when she came chest to face contact with the younger one, blinking up at him in surprise, unconsciously gulping down a bike.

"W- What are you doing, Wookjin?" Her voice broke towards the end of the sentence, breath hitching as she reflexively tried to step back, ass hitting the chest of drawers.

"Tsk. Don't hurt that pretty little butt now." The woman's cheeks flushed hot at his vulgar words, heart leaping up in her throat when he placed his hand on the piece of furniture besides her, leaning down to level his face to her smaller height.

"W- Wookjin! What is this-!"

"Tsk." Using the back of his hand to lightly slap her pretty lips, the boy clicked his tongue. "Funny how you talk so much yet go mute whenever I am around" inching his lips closer to the female's, Wookjin stared down at her pretty lips, breaths getting heavier against them. "What did I even do, hm? One moment you were acting like you wanted me to fuck all your holes numb the next you started avoiding me for no reason." Before he could stop himself, his slender fingers wrapped around her pretty neck.

Fuck. It felt even better than he'd imagined. So soft, so thin, so pretty and vulnerable.

He felt his cock getting hard.

"Hm?" Raising an eyebrow he trailed his fingers up and towards her jaw, cupping it before his thumb rubbed her luscious bottom lip. "Cat got your tongue again, hm?"

Y/n felt tears welling up in her eyes. Fuck. She felt so small and weak. Body frozen. "T- This is... wrong" was the only thing she could whisper helplessly. So wrong yet so good. But she didn't want to admit it. "I- I am older-"

"Tsk." Closing the distance between them in a swift motion, Wookjin pressed his lips against hers, almost moaning at the heavenly feeling. Fuck. They were so wet and soft. "Seriously?" He whispered against her lips after pulling back, other hand trailing up her sides. "That's your lame reason? Age doesn't determine anything. If you're a weak little girl who needs someone to take care of her you just are-"

"N- No!" Her features hardened, displeasing the boy as she tried to stop the hand that was travelling down to her ass, weakly pushing at his strong chest. "I am n- not weak! This is wrong! I knew this was a bad idea! Get ou-" her words locked up in her throat in surprise when a soft slap was placed on her cheek.

"Really? Funny you say that because I see you struggling with basic tasks around the complex all the time. It's quite pathetic actually. How someone your age still can't do basic things properly. A surprise how you secured this job you have honestly." Y/n's cheeks glowed red in embarrassment at his words.

Fuck. She hated how his words effected her. From the butterflies in her stomach all the way down south.

No. Wookjin was so much younger than her. He was basically a kid and she was a university lecturer. How could she let him treat her like that and make her feel do small?

And just why the fuck did she like it?

Ugh.

Her head was spinning.

"S- Shut… up" the boy threw his head back and let out a loud laugh at her petty little words.

"Aw is that the best you've got, huh little girl?" Shaking his head, he whipped the older around and forcefully pushed her against the chest of drawers, not hesitating to rip her tight little skirt all the way up to her ass, pulling at the g-string she was wearing underneath in a harsh and humiliating wedgie, landing slaps on her ass.

"Look at this pathetic little thing thinking she can decide things around here. Tsk." Y/n bit down on her bottom lip, helplessly gripping the furniture as her face burnt in embarrassment, toes barely touching the ground due to the wedgie she was in.

Fuck. It hurt so good. She hated it.

"Quiet again, huh?" Squeezing and pulling at one of her fat ass cheeks, Wookjin landed another harsh spank, pulling the wedgie up and down. "Good. Little girls like you should stay quiet and let Daddy take care of them. That's when they're the prettiest" her chest was heaving up and down, ass crack, pussy and butt cheeks on fire from the assault they were under.

The woman how good it felt. She felt so vulnerable and weak. So helpless. And then being treated like such a small little thing by someone so much younger that she'd tried to act all big in front of.

An involuntary moan escaped her when Wookjin moved the string covering her vaginal opening to the side, still having her hanging from the wedgie. "Let's take a look at Daddy's property, shall we?" Followed by a deep chuckle. "Would you look at that!" Y/n's whole body jerked forward from the harsh smack her pussy received. "Acting all innocent and like you don't like it but actually pathetically dripping down there, tsk."

Leaning forward and over her back, the boy placed his chin on her shoulder, middle finger slowly stroking her swollen folds. "But you actually love this, don't you? You filthy little thing" biting down on her ear lobe, the male pulled at it, rubbing her flesh in circular motions, fingertip prodding her entrance. "Being taken care of by Daddy because you're clearly so pathetic on your own." Biting down on her lips, Y/n felt sweat trickling down the back of her thighs, knees trembling and pussy clenching at how good it all felt. "So desperate that you'd let someone so much younger than you put you in your little place."

"P- Please!" The girl whined at last when she felt his covered erection graze against her asshole, the hole clenching in defense. "Please!" Sweat broke down on her forehead, another whine escaping her.

"Please what?" Wookjin breathed in her ear, kissing down her neck and biting the soft skin of her neck softly.

She was so going to regret this when it was over. But Y/n figured she could worry about that later.

"P- Please, W- Wookjin… m- more…" A grin spread across his devilishly handsome face when he heard the words, getting even hard at how pretty she sounded. "P- Please… please… T- Take care of me, D- Daddy… Hhhhaahhhh~" her eyes rolled to the back of her head when his finger slipped in the tight ring of muscles of her virgin pussy.

Yes. You heard it right.

"Good slut…" The boy praised, letting go of the wedgie and allowing her to stand on her feet, gripping her throat and choking her again, pushing her face all the way back and kissing her soft lips upside down, pushing his tongue in and exchanging saliva, finger fucking her tight pussy steady and good. "How does my pretty whore feel?" Letting go of her throat, he messily undid her hair, painfully aroused himself.

"S- So good!" Tears leaked out of her eyes as she cried from the pleasure. Y/n looked so pretty it was blowing Wookjin's mind. Beautiful face red, pretty eyes red eyes full of tears, breaths heavy, skin covered in sweat, legs spread as her underwear laid stretched out on one side, disheveled hair decorating her body and pupils delated, a hickey forming on her neck. "P- Please, more!"

"Fuck!" The boy whispered impatiently, plopping his fingers out of her to have the girl whined with a pout, chuckling deeply before turning her around by the help of her hair, putting her up on the piece of furniture before ripping her shirt open along her bra.

"S- Shit… you're so strong" a smug grin etched on the boy's face at her words as he pushed all the ripped fabrics out of the way, cupping her soft and fat breasts, feeling her hard numbs with the pad of his thumbs, biting his lip when she moaned from the feeling of having her tits massaged.

"Ready, little girl?" Unbuckling his pants, Wookjin uncovered his hard erection, pumping it up and down before smirking. "Brace yourself here I come ready or not~" He loved the worried look on her face as she stared at his huge cock.

"Is it even normal for it to be that big?" She innocently asked, blinking at the boy with her legs spread wide, hands out of the way and fat tits glistening with sweat.

"Awww look at this cute whore being so inexperienced" the boy cooed, wrapping his hands in her hair and aligning his tip with entrance with the help of the other. "Not that I am complaining though-" his words were cut short into a low gasp when he slowly entered her slightly fucked open virgin entrance, grunting at how her walls hugged him. "Fuck!"

"I- I've never done this before with anyone… n- not even myself…" Throwing her head back, the girl cried out, clenching around Wookjin's fat cock in defense, thighs trembling as she felt his lips wrap around one of her nipples, tongue swirling around the fat nub. "B- Because no matter how hard I tried… i- it never felt good, Daddy! Ever!" The woman whined needily, relishing in the pain. "I- It hurts so good, Daddy… Y- You're so good!"

Wookjin fucked her harder upon hearing the confession, grabbing her throat and squeezing the air out of her, biting her other nipple before pulling at it, slapping the other recently abused boob, fondling it before slapping it again, causing the girl to cry out.

"Because you were meant to be my cock sleeve only, babygirl. Of course nobody else can pleasure you like I can. Not even if you try, but-" gripping her soft cheeks, the boy pulled her red and teary face closer to his. "You wouldn't dare, would you?" Y/n whimpered from the frightening look in his eyes, gulping. "What? Didn't hear me?" Slapping her cheek, he gripped her face tightly again. "Answer when you're being spoken to!"

Y/n clenched around his cock, whining loudly before nodding hurriedly. "I- I wouldn't! Never! I would never! I am all y- yours!" She loved how he was treating her. Fuck. He was so good and more. It was perfect.

"Good girl." Wookjin smirked in a satisfied manner, pulling her closer on his cock and himself by her knee, making her scream because it caused his balls to slightly push in her now gaping hole. "Fuck, babygirl… you're much tighter than I'd imagined." Slapping her now bruised marked tits, the boy fucked her walls harder, starting to rub her clit.

The girl yelped, her back arching from the pleasure as she gripped at the younger's strong shoulders, nails digging into his skin and eyes hitting the back of her head from the pleasure, pussy expanding even more now that his balls were also ramming in and out of her, one of the male's hands groping her ass, middle finger stroking her hole which shrunk even smaller in defense.

Whining softly, Y/n's head weakly fell on one of his shoulders, chest heaving up and down as she trembled from the pleasure, softly nibbling on the skin of his neck.

The male chuckled devilishly, prodding her butthole teasingly with the tip of his finger while snapping his hips swift and rough. "Not yet?" He referred towards anal, ignoring the stuff that was falling off the chest from how hard he was fucking her, the loud banging noise of the furniture hitting the wall eliminating the silence in the apartment.

"That's alright, babygirl. We'll get there. None of us are going anywhere, after all."

Unedited. Honestly, even idk what this is LMFAOOOOOO.

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