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majortomwaits · 19 hours
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still upset over the whole 'Nebraska making of movie' and the casting rumours, mainly because a few months ago I caught The Personal History Of David Copperfield on the tv and all the time i was thinking how Dev Patel really resembles Bruce like profile-wise and deep brown eyes and all that, not to speak of hair, but yeah, whatever, i'm fine
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milfsloverblog · 9 months
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How Eve Felt (NSFW)
Jane Murdstone x Fem!reader
A/N: Listen, this is just pure filth. 1500 words of porn without plot. Nothing but Jane Murdstone smut. I started this WIP months ago and thought I’d never publish it but a few of you liked the snippet I shared, so... Anyway, enjoy <3
tw: spit kink, mention of Christianity related stuff (this is how I deal with my religious trauma)
✨ AO3 LINK IN TITLE ✨
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You always tried your best to keep your eyes away from your lady’s flesh when you undressed her. That night had been no different as you only looked at your fingers working on the lacing of her corset.
Jane stayed quiet for a while, her eyes never leaving your reflection in the mirror as you worked behind her.
“You did say this was your first time working as a lady’s maid, didn’t you?” She asked, her voice as stern as it usually was.
“Yes, Miss Murdstone.” You nodded and carefully peeled the corset from her, folding it before placing it by her dress on the chair.
“In that case,” She said as she turned around to face you, cocking her head a little. “I cannot help but wonder where on earth you have learnt how to undress a woman so swiftly.”
You swallowed thickly. Your eyes had caught sight of the swell of her small breasts under her chemise and it instantly made your throat go dry.
What were you supposed to tell her? Oh, well, I have undressed my fair share of women, right before laying with them.
“Well?” She insisted. “Cat got your tongue?!”
You knew then by the smirk on her face that Miss Murdstone probably had a good idea of how you’d become an expert at undressing the fairer sex.
“I suppose I'm a quick learner, my lady.” You simply answered, hoping it would satisfy the tall woman’s curiosity.
Jane narrowed her eyes, silently looking at you for a moment while the gears turned in her head.
“Take my chemise off.” She eventually ordered in a bark.
It felt like she was testing you. Sure, this was part of what a lady’s maid had to do but the way she said it, it did feel like she was testing you.
You ended up doing as you were told, silently thanking your hands for not shaking too much when you grabbed the hem of her chemise and pulled the garment over her head.
Don’t look. Don’t look. Do not look.
“Look at me.” Jane demanded, your eyes immediately snapping from your hands to her face.
“I am looking at you, Miss Murdstone.”
“Look at me the way you really wish to.” She smirked again and you were sure your thumping heartbeat could be heard throughout the whole household.
You exhaled shakily and eventually moved your gaze from her eyes to her nose, then down to her mouth. What would it be like to kiss her? To lick over the scar on her lip? To have her tongue push into your mouth?
You spent a few seconds on the length of her neck, watching her pulse point steadily move up and down. From the look of it, she didn’t seem nervous about what was happening, at least not as much as you were.
Her shoulders were next, pulling a smile from your lips. It was a funny thing, really, for a cold and metallic woman like Jane to have such an inviting freckled skin.
Your breath hitched in your throat when your eyes landed on her chest, her nipples visibly hardening as you took in her pert breasts.
“Miss Murdstone, we should not-“ You were cut off by Jane’s hand roughly grabbing hold of your face, her fingertips digging almost painfully into your cheeks.
“And who decides on what we should or should not do, hm?” She asked, using a honey-dripping voice as if she wasn’t holding you with a vice-like grip.
“You, Miss Murdstone.” You whispered barely audibly, nearly letting a whine out when she let go of your jaw.
“Good.” She gave a slight nod and sat down on the edge of the bed, her eyes never leaving yours.
Your eyes widened when you noticed that she was slowly spreading her legs. Her lips pulled in a devilish smirk seeing how your face twitched as you tried your best to keep your eyes locked on hers, knowing full well the sight that would be waiting for you if you allowed yourself to look down at her crotchless bloomers.
Jane had to admit that she was impressed by your self-restraint, many girls would have run for the door while some, fewer, would have touched her already.
“Kneel.” She barked, delighting in the way you slightly jumped at the unexpected order.
Your legs wobbled and you fell to your knees like a devotee praying at the altar. Your gaze inevitably fell on the wet pink flesh between her legs, your mouth watering at how inviting it looked.
“Well, do come closer!” Jane spoke as if she was in a hurry and for a split second you wondered if she was eager to feel you on her.
You did as you were told, crawling closer until you were kneeling between her legs and tentatively placed your hands on her covered knees. Jane raised an eyebrow at the boldness of your move but decided she would allow it.
“I assume you have done this before, haven’t you?” The woman asked, her chin never lowering as she looked down at you, making her appear even more condescending.
“Have I ever found myself between a woman’s legs? Yes. Have I ever knelt before one? No.” But I don’t mind kneeling for you. I don’t mind praying at your altar. I would spend the rest of my life on my knees if you asked me to. I do want to worship you.
“Let us make it a memorable first time, shall we?” Jane purred and her fingers took hold of your face again, gentler than they did before.
She tilted your head back as far as it would go and pried your jaws open, chuckling when you stuck your tongue out instinctively.
“Aren’t you a well-trained slut?” Jane cooed, gathering the saliva in her mouth and slowly letting it fall on your tongue, a wave of arousal coating her sex when your pupils dilated.
The older woman raised an eyebrow and, knowing exactly what was expected of you, you closed your eyes and swallowed. You couldn’t help but be reminded of your first Holy Communion when, kneeling before the priest, the sacred host had been placed on your tongue.
You almost let an Amen slip from your lips when Jane suddenly grabbed a handful of your hair and your eyes snapped back open.
“How many women have you laid with?”
“Plenty.” You admitted in a whisper, wondering how many Jane had shared her bed with.
“Prove it.” She smirked, bringing your face closer to her cunt.
You didn’t waste any more time and dipped your thumbs into the warmth between Jane’s legs, brushing the tip of one thumb over her clit to watch the way her whole body responded. Jane jerked, hips canting forward, and you hid your grin by placing a soft kiss on the milky skin of her inner thigh. The woman’s breath hitched and you wondered if it was caused by her not expecting any softness from you (or anyone else).
Keeping your fingers holding Jane open, you leaned in closer, blowing lightly over her cunt before burying your face in it. You wrapped your lips around the woman’s clit and sucked sharply, Jane’s body jolting above you as a moan tore itself from the back of her throat.
The woman opened her mouth to speak but cut herself off as you sucked harder, drawing tight circles around her clit. Moving one hand from where you had it braced around Jane’s thigh, you pushed your thumb into her entrance, tugging at her opening and massaging inside of her. The streak of moans that escaped your lady’s lips made your whole body shudder.
Then suddenly her hand snaked back in your hair, holding tightly and so close to your scalp that you felt your skin burn. Jane pressed you so deep into herself you could hardly breathe. She had taken back control of herself, and of you as well. You fisted the material of Jane’s drawers and squeezed your eyes shut as your tongue was ridden, your lady grinding herself into your mouth exactly how she wanted, how she needed.
Feverish shivers ran down your spine, your knees slowly sliding open on the wood flooring. You wished you had tucked a pillow between your legs before this began so you could ride out your own pleasure as you dripped from having your face fucked. But your lady wouldn’t have allowed it, you were quite certain she enjoyed having you squirm helplessly.
Jane’s movements became erratic, her chest quickly heaving up and down as she desperately chased her release. And then you felt it. You felt her come. You felt the cruelest woman you knew come into your mouth, her clit throbbing against your tongue as she let a single loud guttural moan out.
As the hand on the back of your head loosened its grip, you slumped against the older woman’s thigh. And as you knelt there, half of your face slick and chin dripping with Jane’s essence, you wondered - is this how Eve felt, taking the first bite of the forbidden fruit, as pomegranate juice dripped on her naked breasts from her open lips?
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vivendraws · 21 days
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her bonnie on the side… makes me a sad, sad girl.
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vamp!jane murdstone and my friend’s oc camille…. im melting IM MELTING ✨💘 i don’t know what the colour red is you guys, that’s just jane the walking flag pole (‘high heel shoes make you six feet tall’, the weeknd once said). 🙈✨✨🧚‍♀️
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chaoticstateofaffairs · 6 months
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Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. MOMMY! FUCK YES! HOLY SHIT! GWEN THE WOMAN YOU ARE! 🙌🥹🥰🤤🥵🤯🫠
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daydream-cement · 6 months
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Across the Room (NSFW)
Jane Murdstone x Reader
Lust at first sight when Jane spots you from across the room.
Author's Note: This is the fourth week of Smutember with @alexusonfire! The prompt was lust at first sight and who better for this prompt than sweet Janey.
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You felt her burning gaze on your body all night. You have heard stories of Jane Murstone. Stories of her cruelty... and murmurings of her preference for the fairer sex. These quiet rumors had been told by your past lovers, and from the way Jane was watching you, she must have heard the same stirrings about you.
The party was big enough that no one would notice Jane and you eyeing one another. Her raven hair was pinned back so neatly and her pursed lips would shift ever so slightly when she smirked. She wore a gorgeous red gown - a shade of deep, dark crimson that was certainly clouding your judgment more than the spiked punch.
Your eyes watched her intently through all of her conversations and movements. It wasn’t until an acquaintance broke your train of thought that you lost sight of the beautiful ravenette. When you glanced over your chatty friend’s shoulder, Jane had moved from her earlier spot causing you to shift from foot to foot to search for her. 
A commanding voice from behind startled you from your search for Ms. Murdstone, “Pardon for my intrusion…”
When you spun around to see who was speaking, you had to turn your gaze upwards when you were met with the sight of a chest of a woman covered in crimson fabric. Your eyes traveled her face Your lips parted slightly to suck in a breath - her beauty from up close left you speechless.
Jane’s eyes journeyed over you. Her gaze seemed so critical, but by the glint in her eye you knew she liked what she saw. A smile growing on her lips only further confirmed your suspicions that she had sinful intentions behind her words and movements.
“I was told by a mutual friend that we share a love of needlework.” Jane’s hand rose to rest on your arm, thumb brushing the inside of your elbow, causing chills to run down your spine. “Would you care for a walk?”
“Yes-” Your answer came far too quickly, so you had to deliberately slow yourself down so as to not seem too desperate for her attention. You spoke to Jane before turning to your acquaintance, you gave an apologetic smile, “I would like that very much. Apologies. I’ll see you later, hm?”
Jane held your elbow as she guided you through the crowd, her voice low and thick like honey, “I do love your dress, sweeting. The fit is absolutely divine...”
“This color on you is ravishing, but I could certainly do with less fabric.” You return at a volume low enough for only Jane to hear. 
You knew where this was headed. There would be no grand romance tonight. Jane’s grip on your arm was proof of that. She was only interested in the anatomy that lay under your skirts, and you weren’t opposed to hiking up your dress in some darkened corner for this beautiful ravenette. 
“Such a wicked imagination you have.” Jane growled as she led you away from the dancing and socializing towards a garden dimly lit by lanterns every fifty feet or so. When Jane passed her own acquaintances, she looked from them and then to you with a concerned expression, “Poor child was feeling faint and in need of fresh air.” 
It was hard to act out your fictional illness as Jane’s white lie pleased you greatly. You were able to shoot her friends a sad look before dropping your gaze to the floor so they couldn’t see how pleased you were with your current situation. 
Once out of the manor, Jane tugged at your arm as she strode towards a bench seated against the home in a delightfully darkened area. If you weren't mistaken, you would have nearly a half hour to return to the party lest you are missed and someone were to come looking. 
Jane gestured for you to sit and you did as you were told, grinning widely as she seated herself so your thighs were touching. 
“You seem to have an issue with staring.” Jane chided - her tone seemingly harsh while the smirk on her lips told a different story. 
Your reply was simple, “You are quite beautiful.” 
Jane was pleased with your response as she inched closer, looming over you in a way that made your heart race. Her voice was a low and silky, “Flattery will get you everywhere, my dear.” 
“I’ve heard stories about you, Ms. Murdstone... of your power over women.” Your words were a question if Jane would do the same to you disguised as a simple statement of fact. You would feel honored to have her slender fingers dip between your thighs to take you to heaven and back. 
Jane’s face inched closer. Her one hand sliding over the back of the bench while the other reached over you to grip the arm rest, effectively pinning you into the corner. “Would you care for a sampling?”
She wasn’t truly asking. Her lips dipped down to yours before you could even respond. You moaned upon contact. Her lips were so incredibly soft and you weren’t but a few seconds into your kiss when Jane’s hands seized your hips and her body shifted to lean against yours. 
The odd angle of your back pressing into the wood would have been more agonizing, but Jane’s hand sliding up your chest over your breast drove you wild. She paused for a moment to cup your breast through your corset, her finger tips gracing the top of your breast where it lay exposed. All of her hand movements preambled something so much more pleasurable and you felt your heat dampening in response. 
Her hand slipped in the waistband of your underwear, her fingers wasting no time dipping into your folds. You sucked in a breath as Jane made contact with your clit while Jane exhaled slowly. “Oh, darling...” 
Your eyes glued themselves to Jane’s face, watching her every expression as her fingers explored your cunt. In an instant her fingers slipped from your heat as she drew them up to her mouth and tasted you with a long overzealous moan. Her eyes focused on yours for an intense moment as her tongue swirled around her digits. She wanted you to see how much she loved your taste. 
“Open.” Jane ordered as she transferred her fingers from her mouth into yours. The taste of yourself was faint, but you were more so aroused with the knowledge that Jane’s saliva was on your tongue. 
Jane watched you with darkened eyes. Her words made you feel as if she would consume you, “I’ve heard about you, darling. A maid and a cook in my home have told me about your wandering hands and talented tongue. When I saw you, I knew I needed to try you out for myself.” 
The ravenette pulled her fingers from your mouth and down they went again to play with your throbbing cunt. She found your clit with ease and began rubbing slow, methodical circles. To silence yourself, you attached your lips to hers - an action Jane accepted happily as her tongue traveled across your bottom lip before swiping across your tongue.
Your mind was clouded from desire. You couldn’t think of anything other than her hand between your legs. Any thoughts of being caught with Jane were absent. 
Her fingers moved faster around your clit. The ravenette knew you were limited on time and she wasn’t looking to extend out the orgasm by teasing you. 
Jane snaked her spare arm around the back of your neck, drawing your body to hers, and all the while her mouth never left yours. Your hips were writhing and bucking against her hand, desperate to come. 
She increased the pressure against your clit and you could hear the faint slick sounds of her fingers working against you. These sensations combined with the sloppy, intense kisses from Jane drove you over the edge. The ravenette swallowed your cries and quickly pulled her hand from your bloomers, not wanting to be seen in such a compromising position. 
Jane pulled away from the kiss and smirked down at you as her fingers pushed past her lips once again. You watched helplessly as she sucked her fingers clean. 
When she was finished she reached out and grasped your cheeks with a hand, tugging you close. With a wide smile, her tongue darted from her mouth and she licked your lips, delighted in the power she held over you. 
“That’s a good pet. We should probably return to the party before some notice our absence.”
“Indeed.” You murmur, slightly disappointed when she withdraws her hand and stands. 
You stood on wobbly legs and followed suit, trailing after her like a love struck puppy. Before you could draw too close to the manor entrance, Jane paused and waited for you. Her demeanor was significantly brighter than when you saw her roaming the party beforehand. 
“Would you care for tea tomorrow afternoon, darling?” Jane whispered, her teeth nipping at your ear. Her hand shifted from the small of your back to palm your ass through your gown. “We could continue our conversation.”
“Sounds divine, miss. I’ll have the opportunity to return the favor.” You coo before leaving a lingering kiss to the corner of her lips and leave her standing in the darkness of the gardens. 
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spiderliliez · 5 months
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Morfydd Clark and Gwendoline 🤭 The Personal History of David Copperfield (2019)
[+] MORFYDD [GIF Collection] 🌷 [+] “The Personal History of David Copperfield”  🎬
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gwensfreak · 8 months
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One shot with Jane Murdstone where she's being sexualy harassed and reader, her childhood friend, steps in and stops it. The two go to readers house and start talking, eventually confessing their feelings for each other which leads to a long session if love making. Sub!Jane?
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Hello! I'm happy to say that this is my first Jane Murdstone fic! I've always wanted to write her, but I didn't know much about the Victorian times, or how to write a lady so metallic yet make her soft at the same time. Anyway, I tried my best to make it Jane as we know her, but in an interesting part of her life. Any tips are appreciated as I'm still not the best at writing smut, enjoy! :)
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Warnings: Sexual harassment/assault, knives (no real violence), mention of blood, smut, Sub!Jane, Dom!fReader
(Also, apologies, this became big very fast ~9k words)
You found yourself at a saloon one Friday night, not that you didn't find yourself at one often. Your job was rather, well, emotionally scarring and energy depleting, you would say. Regardless of the fact that you had been doing this job for years, everyday took a toll on you. What was worse than your job, though, was that you felt alone. You felt so alone in this job and in life, and you couldn't talk to anyone about what you did or how you felt, so you didn't really talk to anyone, you didn't connect with anyone.
"Good evening sir, how may I assist you?" a woman asked strictly, staring with a frown at a man who was making his way over to her table.
"I have to admit, you're absolutely stunning, I can't keep my eyes off of you" the man mumbled, as he leaned on the back of the woman's chair.
The woman's face grew red with embarrassment. She was flattered by his statement, but taken back at how forward he was being.
"Well, thank you…I suppose" she said a little quieter.
"What's a pretty thing like you doing here alone, waiting for someone? Perhaps me?" the man grinned and spoke in a flirty tone. The woman's face grew colder.
"Sir, I appreciate the compliments, however, I believe you are being far too forward."
The man chuckled, "Come on now darlin', there is no need to be so uptight, loosen up and enjoy the night. I'm not harming anyone." The woman had grown tired of this man the second he walked her way. It seemed that at times she attracted people easily, for this wasn't the first time an unwanted man was this forward with her. Her eyebrows furrowed as she stood up from her chair and faced the man, towering over him. "Now listen here you scoundrel, if you cannot contain yourself like the gentleman you claim you are, I have no other choice but to remove myself from this situation" she growled, as a lady would. The man was not phased by her words as he moved closer to her and grabbed her waist.
The woman was caught off guard at his bold action, and her stern demeanour dropped slightly, she was nervous. She was always so confident and so sure, she was never one to back down. She was known as the metallic lady, not to her knowledge, though. She was strong and kept her iron walls up, she would never let anyone, let alone a low life man, get to her. Lately though, she had been struggling, she had been faltering.
"Let..me..go" the woman said, trying her hardest to sound unphased as she pushed at the man's arms. He didn’t let go, instead he stood tall and whispered in her ear.
"You are a tall, feisty woman, I like that in the bedroom."
The woman was absolutely disgusted by the man's behavior, and she tried even harder to shove him off of her.
"How dare you speak to me in such a way? I'll have you know that I am a respectable lady of higher society. Now, I said let me go!"
She desperately tried to pull away from the man, but she couldn't move very well. He didn't look very strong, but apparently he was stronger than her. Her blood started to boil at the mans audacity, and a low growl crept up her throat.
The man crept closer to her and whispered again, "Such a shame that an attractive lady like yourself has to play hard to get."
Suddenly, the man moved from the woman's ear to her lips and reached up to kiss her, not giving her a chance to say or do anything. The woman's eyes went wide as she felt the mans lips on hers, and she tried so hard not to gag. She was furious that a gross man would ever think she would want him, let alone take what he wanted without permission.
She pulled away from him with all her strength and hollered, "Enough!"
She lifted her foot and kicked the man in the groin, hoping he would back off. The man was somehow unphased by her kick, and he pulled her back towards him, determined to get what he wanted. Her kick was not hard enough it seemed, and she felt hopeless as she struggled to get away from him. She nervously looked around the saloon. It was a busy spot, but nobody seemed to be paying attention, or maybe they just didn't care. The woman felt helpless and terrified, which she had only felt a handful of times in her life. She wanted to cry as she thought that she may have to do something drastic.
You were lost in your drink, swirling it around and taking a big gulp. Your eyes panned around the saloon, ugh, there were too many intoxicated men. Halfway across the saloon, you spotted a tall woman dressed in black, a woman that you couldn't miss, as if your eyes were drawn to her and were unable to move elsewhere. She was wrapped in a mans arms, but you remembered seeing her sitting with a different man earlier, and then at one point she was sitting alone. Your face knit in confusion. She looked familiar to you, but you couldn't quite place why. She was pale with raven hair, dressed in all black. She had a stern looking demeanour and a confident stature, and yet she looked like she was scared. She reminded you of someone from your childhood. Could it be? As you were lost in your thoughts, the woman's eyes met yours. They were big, blue, piercing, and, terrified? You fell out of your daydream and landed back into reality, hard, as you watched the woman try to push the man off of her. You finally concluded that the man was not wanted by her, it was obvious. He brought his hand up to the woman's mouth and muffled her words, just as she tried to say something. The woman looked to you again with pleading eyes, and you knew she needed help. You abandoned your drink, patting a secret pocket in your dress to make sure you knew where your weapon was, just in case.
You walked over to the woman and the man and looked up at her, then at him. He didn't notice you, but the woman did, as she tried to mumble something to you. You reached up and grasped the mans hand, removing it from her mouth.
"Let the lady talk, sir" you said sternly.
The man turned to you, a shocked and angry expression falling over his face.
"How dare you interrupt me and my lady's fun!"
 You heard some men in the back who were witnessing the situation, laughing over the man's actions.
"Your lady?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
The man smiled, "Why of course. We're having a good time tonight, isn't that right, honey?"
The man looked to the woman again, still holding her close. You also averted your gaze to the woman's. Her eyes were now watery, but she wasn't one to ever let someone see her cry, you knew that. She didn't say anything, and she wouldn't look at him, only at you. Her eyes pierced yours, as if she could see inside of you and knew your whole being, perhaps she did. Those eyes brought back memories, joyful memories. You nodded slightly at the woman and proceeded to dig your nails into the mans hands, pulling them away from her waist.
"Ah! What the hell are you doing?" the man gasped loudly.
You stood in between the man and the woman, peering up at the man.
You almost growled at him, "The lady does not want to be around you, sir. Please leave." 
The man's expression turned enraged again as he stood taller, he looked like he wanted to fight. He huffed and averted his gaze back to the woman, a smug look on his face.
"Your little lady friend here was enjoying my company" he mused.
Again, you heard people in the back laugh at his antics.
Your fists tightened by your sides in anger, "The lady doesn't want to be in your company" you growled.
You felt the woman's gaze on you from behind, there was a bit of relief and gratitude on her face.
"I think she was very much enjoying her time with me" the man smiled. Your jaw clenched, how stupid was this man?
"Sir, are you oblivious? Or do you perhaps enjoy assaulting women?" you asked.
The man's smile dropped, "Look, it was just one quick kiss! There is nothing wrong with that, ladies love some attention."
Your eyes widened as he confessed to kissing her against her will. You also found his comments to be incredibly insulting.
"Not all lady's like a man's attention" you grit at him.
The man looked at you with a smirk on his face, "I know plenty of ladies who enjoy attention from a gentleman. Are you not taken, pretty one?"
You had had enough, this was so insulting, so tiring, and so god damn annoying.
You rolled your eyes at him, "I'd never let a man touch me, pretty one."
The man laughed as he stumbled towards you, "Please, let lose and have some fun, woman."
A smirk crept up on your face, oh, you'd have some fun.
"I am quite enjoying myself now, actually" you sarcastically replied.
The man, who was clearly way too intoxicated, smiled and winked at you.
"Glad you think so, little miss."
You sighed and rolled your eyes at him as you turned around to face the woman.
You craned your neck to look up at her, "Shall we go, my lady?"
The woman fought back tears as she looked down at you and nodded.
Somehow, she spoke with composure, "Yes, I do believe we should."
You nodded back at her and went to lead her out of the saloon as you saw the man move closer to her in your peripheral vision.
"And where do you think you are going, sweetheart?" he asked hastily.
You moved fast to stand in between the man and woman again, staring up at the man with fire in your eyes.
"Oh, am I interrupting something here?" he asked sarcastically.
"In fact you are" you spat at him.
The man laughed again and smirked at the woman, "I'm sure your lady friend would like to stay."
The woman didn't hold back on giving him a disgusted look, she never would.
You smiled at the man, "Ah. So you are just straight up stupid" you mused.
The man frowned down at you, "You are the stupid one. Clearly, my lady here is enjoying my presence." Your eyebrows quirked up, "and blind" you muttered.
The man chuckled dismissively as he reached to grab the woman by her waist again. You immediately grabbed for your coffin handled bowie knife and pulled it out of your dress, forcing it against his neck before he could reach the woman. The men in the back ceased their laughter as the man froze and slowly looked down at the knife.
"I wouldn't touch her if I were you" you seethed.
The man's face was now filled with hesitation and fear, it made you happy. He looked over at the woman, then back at you, and he slowly retracted his hand.
"I guess I will be leaving now." You held your knife against his neck until he turned and walked away.
You spun around to face the woman and she looked down at you with her mouth open, as if she could not believe what had just happened.
She stuttered, "I… I cannot thank you enough my lady. I do not know how to repay you for protecting me."
You smiled and bowed, "No payment needed, my lady."
You couldn't help but notice the woman blush a bit as a small smile crept up onto her face.
"Well, you are just too kind" she spoke joyfully, but quietly. You looked around the saloon, men were still staring at you both, surprised at the turn of the show.
"Care to take a walk, my lady?" you said, reaching out for her hand.
You could see something in the woman's eyes as she looked into yours, hopefully it was relief.
"I would like that very much, yes" she smirked.
 The woman took your hand and you lead her out of the saloon, finally.
You and the woman walked down the dark, dimly lit street in silence. You lead her to a bench under a tall, beautiful filled out tree. You gestured for the woman to sit down, and you followed. There was silence for a moment as you both looked up at the night sky, then you heard her speak.
"Thank you, for everything you did. You were incredibly brave, I cannot thank you enough. When that man kissed me I just, I felt so scared."
 She sounded so timid, but rightfully so, she just went through something traumatic. You found it odd though, the girl you knew from your childhood was so cold looking, so serious, so stern, so sure, so metallic.
You couldn't believe that the man had kissed her, oh, you should've put your knife right through him!
You looked at the stunning woman, "Of course my lady, it's my pleasure, truly."
The woman nodded and averted your gaze as she looked up at the beautiful tree, full of small blossoms and the night sky, full of many far away stars.
"I must ask, what is your name?" the woman spoke, unsure.
You had kept your gaze on her, and she finally looked back at you. She had so many questions, you were a mystery to her.
"You can call me Silla" you smiled.
The woman's brows knitted, and she looked away.
"And what is your story, Silla?"
You took a deep breath, pondering over what you wanted to tell her, more like what you could tell her. Although, if she was who you thought she was, she already knew you.
"I go to saloons often, my job is very draining. I'm not very personable, I have my reasons. I live to protect people, it is my duty."
The woman pondered, that didn't tell her much about you, but still, she was incredibly grateful. She looked you up and down, an unreadable expression on her face.
"What is your job, if I may ask?"
You chuckled as you looked down at the ground, "If I told you, I'd have to kill you."
The woman's face fell at your words, and you couldn't help but laugh.
You continued, "May I ask why you were at the saloon alone?"
You watched the woman's lips perse, before she looked down at her lap.
"I was with my brother. We were talking about…well, something that he doesn't approve of nor want to deal with. So, he left."
Your eyebrows knit together. Something he didn't approve of? That sounded like Edward.
"I see" you said quietly.
You took in the woman's face as she was silent. Her face was long with high cheekbones, she had a high hair line, and she was white as a ghost with a scar on her upper lip. Her hair was darker than the night, she was truly beautiful. You could say that she was magnetic.
You smiled, it was funny really, how you had reunited with a long lost friend in such a way.
The woman caught you staring at her and straightened up in her seat, "What?" she asked.
You smiled wider, "I missed you, Jane."
 Jane looked at you like you had two heads, she was so utterly confused. Had you been stalking her? Why would you know her and she not know you?
In her defence, you looked a lot different than you used to. Your hair was light when you were younger, but it had darkened over time. Your build was much more defined than it used to be, and you were way more tired looking than you were at one point.
Jane stuttered, surprised, "You- you know my name?"
You chuckled, "I do. We were such good friends when we were children."
Jane tilted her head at you, eyebrows knitted together.
"Drusilla Hartman" was all that you offered.
You watched as Jane's mouth opened and eyebrows raised slowly, her eyes scanning your face.
"Drusilla?" she said in question, hardly believing that it was really you.
When you were children, you two lived next door to each other. You used to play in the gardens and with the animals everyday, you used to be very close. Jane was always bossy, dominant, and kept most things to herself, but she was a great listener, and you had a better connection with her than anyone else you had ever met. One day, your parents decided to move suddenly, never telling you why. You had a hunch that it had something to do with you, but you never knew what.
You smiled, "Yes Jane, it's me."
Jane licked her lips in thought as she looked deep into your green eyes, yes, yes, it was you. She leaned over and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into her. You startled at the contact, but didn't hesitate to embrace her.
"Oh, in such a horrible way we had to reunite" she mumbled.
You took a deep breath, "No worries Jane, I'm just happy that you're safe."
She pulled back and smiled at you, still holding on to your arms.
"Jane" you heard a man call out, and your hand flew down to pull your knife out again.
"Jane Murdstone" a man yelled, and Jane whipped around to find her brother.
"Edward" she said in a shocked tone.
"Jane, I was searching for you. Why are you out here?" he asked in a controlling manner.
She took a deep breath, "I grew tired of the saloon, so I came out for some air."
Edward didn't say anything, then he glanced over at you and back to Jane.
"I'm retiring for the night, do you wish to come?" Jane looked at you, then back at him.
"I will be home shortly, brother." Edward nodded before looking at you again.
"What are you doing out here with her?" he asked, gesturing to you.
"I'm just reuniting with an old friend Edward. You must remember Drusilla" she smiled.
He looked you up and down before nodding.
"Yes, how do you do Drusilla?"
You offered him a small smile, "Very good Edward, and you?"
Edward nodded, "Very well, thank you."
He then turned to leave, but not before telling Jane he would be expecting her soon.
Jane was quiet after Edward left. You watched as she stared up at the stars, biting her lower lip, a worried look on her face.
"What has you upset, Jane?" you asked quietly and reluctantly, not wanting to pry.
She looked over at you, "I'm worried that my brother thinks ill of me" she frowned.
"I confessed something to him recently, and he hasn't taken it well."
Your eyebrows furrowed, "I'm sorry, Jane."
She smiled timidly, seemingly wanting to tell you more. Everything inside of her was screaming for her to keep her secret, but she knew that you must have found it odd how her brother was so concerned about you sitting with her. Her eyes told you that she wanted to tell you more, they were fearful, but in a different way than they were in the saloon. You smiled at her warmly. Jane opened her mouth, and then closed it again.
You took her hand in yours and whispered, "It's alright Jane, you're alright."
A silent moment went by and you watched as a tear ran down her cheek, before she wiped the evidence away. You knew that this wasn't the Jane that you used to know and love. Yet, she was still Jane, and you still loved her.
She wouldn't look at you as she spoke.
"Drusilla, I- I do not enjoy the company of men" she confessed almost in a whisper.
You tilted your head, you didn't either, but what did she mean by that?
"Yes, I don't enjoy their company either" you chuckled.
She shook her head, "No, I mean, I am not attracted to men Drusilla, I am attracted to women."
Your breath picked up as your eyes went wide and you stared up at her, blinking a few times. You couldn't believe what she had just confessed. She was, the same as you? Jane looked at you before she turned her head quickly, sighing and beginning to stand. You pulled at the sleeve of her dress lightly, hoping she would stay seated. She did, and you cupped her cheek.
"Jane, that's amazing. I'm so happy for you" you smiled, then you pulled her into a tight hug.
You could tell that Jane was conflicted as you hugged her, yet she hugged you back.
"It is?" she mumbled into your hair.
 "Of course it is!" you beamed at her.
You took a deep breath, it was time to confess to someone besides your one past love. Otherwise, you were scared you'd be alone forever.
"Can I tell you something, Jane?"
Jane pulled back and gave you her full attention, nodding her head.
"I am attracted to woman as well, but I've only told one person before." 
Jane's mouth dropped open as she looked at you in shock.
"You are?"
You nodded your head, but didn't offer anything more. Her lip quivered as she stared at you, nobody had ever confessed something so personal, something so deep and meaningful to her. Nobody she knew felt the exact same as she did.
"Oh Silla" she whispered, pulling you into her. "I'm so glad that I have you again."
You smiled into her shoulder, you were so happy to have her back. You pressed a kiss to her cheek without thinking, and she pulled away slowly to look at you. Your eyes met hers, and they reminded you of galaxies, the brightest ones you'd ever see. They were all consuming, all knowing, they screamed at you to understand. Alas, deep inside, Jane was a mystery.
Her eyes panned down to your lips, and you looked down at hers. She looked so soft, so pleasing, she looked delicious. Without realizing it, your face inched closer to Janes and you bumped noses. You let out a small gasp as you looked back up to her eyes, but she wasn't phased. Her hand moved to the back of your head to hold you close, and for the first time in a long time, you could say that you were scared.
"Jane?" you whispered, your breath warm against her face.
"Yes, Silla?" she whispered back.
You smiled, "You're beautiful, you always were."
Jane's breath hitched and you felt her pull your face towards hers. She pressed her lips to yours needily yet sweetly, a kiss of longing. You melted into her touch, you were right, she was delicious. You brought your hands to her face and kissed her back giddily. You wondered if this was what heaven felt like.
Suddenly, you were overcome with anger over the earlier situation at the saloon. How dare that man touch her, how dare he kiss her. He didn't deserve her for one second, he didn't deserve to feel this good. You pulled away from Jane, eyes going wide.
"Jane, it's not safe for us out here" you breathed heavily.
Jane came back to reality fast, "Right, you're right."
You reluctantly dropped your hands from her face, missing her touch instantly. You looked down at your lap, you wondered if she would want to stay with you for the night.
You looked up at her as she spoke, "I don't want to leave you so soon" she said with a frown.
You blushed, "I would love to catch up with you. Would you like to stay with me tonight, Jane?"
She hesitated, pondering over what she would tell her brother. A small grin soon formed on her face, screw it, of course she would.
"I would love to, Silla."
You unlocked the door to your small house and gestured for Jane to enter. You walked to the kitchen to tidy up quickly and pour yourself a drink, Jane followed.
"Would you like a drink, Jane?" you smiled up at the tall woman.
She smiled back, "That would be lovely."
You handed her a full glass as you made your way to the back of your house, hoping that you both could sit outside and enjoy the warm night. As Jane followed behind you, you heard her footsteps stop. You knew that she had stopped at the open room just next to your kitchen.
"What's this?" she asked, peering into the room.
You turned abruptly and closed the door, locking it and placing the key in your pocket. "Just…collectables" you mumbled, turning away and walking again, hoping that she would follow you.
Yes, you had a room full of collected knives and weapons and what not, it was part of your job, but that didn't mean that anyone had to know about that room. Nobody could know about that room. Your boss had taken you on even though you were a woman. Obviously, women were not allowed to do most jobs, especially highly skilled ones like yours. However, your boss thought that having you on his team was stealthy, an advantage, as nobody would ever expect a woman assassin, and he was right.
You opened the door to your balcony and sat down at a small iron table with chairs. You looked at Jane and smiled, hoping that she couldn't see the nervousness on your face. She sat across from you and looked out into the darkness. You wished that it was daylight so that she could see the beautiful flowers and pond that you were overlooking, you remembered how much she loved nature.
"So, how have the years treated you Jane?"
You thought that they had treated her quite well, considering she was still as ethereal as always, perhaps a bit more broken down.
She looked at you, "Quite well, I must say."
You studied her expression the best you could through the limited candlelight, and you knew that something had taken a toll on poor Jane.
You smiled sadly, "I suppose keeping a secret like that takes a lot out of a person."
Jane chuckled and nodded her head, "Yes, I suppose it did take a lot out of me."
You took a sip of your drink as she smiled sadly back at you.
"I never knew why you left, Silla" she stated quietly.
You looked down into your drink and shook your head, "I never knew why I left either, Jane."
A frown formed on her face, "I see."
You didn't know what to say to Jane, you had thought about her and missed her for so many years. The past few years you had thought about her less and less, but you still missed her more than anyone. You missed her comfort and her sternness, her caring demeanour and her protectiveness. You looked up at the sky and caught site of a shooting star, slowly making it's way across the sky. You reached over and grasped her hand, getting her attention.
"Jane look, it’s a shooting star! Make a wish!" you exclaimed.
Jane chuckled at you as she looked up at the star, and you watched as she closed her eyes. You closed yours as well, wishing for Jane to never leave you again, and for you to never leave her. You opened your eyes and smiled at her as you waited for blue eyes to meet yours. Part of you wanted to hold it all in, to not tell her how you felt, to not let her know that you missed her as much as you did. Another part of you was so, so happy to have her again, to have the old Jane that you knew and loved, to have someone who knew you, who loved you.
You were staring at Jane, and when she opened her eyes she looked right at you.
A smile slowly lit up her face and she chuckled at your wide grin, "What?"
You blushed, "Did you make a wish?"
Jane squeezed your hand lightly and nodded in confirmation.
You let go of her hand and placed your drink on the table. You took two strides over to her and kneeled before her. You brought your hands up to her black bonnet, untied the bow, and placed it on the table. You gently ran your hands over her silky raven hair. You looked up into her eyes and stroked your thumbs carefully over her cheeks, pulling her slightly towards you.
"I really missed you Jane. As pathetic as it sounds, I have never had anyone who I was as comfortable and free with after you, after we parted."
Despite the fact that your confession was quite sad, and the way that you and Jane had reunited was quite horrible, you were still smiling ear to ear, so content and giddy to be staring at Jane's gorgeous face. Jane brought her hands up to caress your cheeks as she averted her gaze to you kneeling on the floor.
She whispered, "I haven't either, Drusilla."
Your smile fell at her confession. It seemed that she was ashamed of that fact, when you were so happy to finally have her back. Perhaps she didn't feel the same way that you did, and you didn't know what to say. Jane looked back down at you as your smile fell.
Her eyebrows furrowed, "What's wrong, Silla?"
As you locked eyes with her again you found innocence, confusion, guilt, and maybe, longing?
"I um- I " you stumbled over your words as you started to pull away from Jane, but she kept her grip on your face, keeping you close to her. She pulled you even closer, her eyes scanning your face for answers. You didn't know if she'd find any, but you took the time to memorize her features. Your gaze ran over her hooded eyes, her thin eyebrows, her defined nose, her small chin, her plump lips, her -"I was there when you got that scar" you whispered.
Your eyes shot up to Jane's, you hadn't meant to say that aloud.
She smiled sincerely, "Yes, yes you were."
Many of your classmates picked on you. You were shorter than them, and a little bit chubby. You were quiet, and you loved talking to the plants and flowers. You also talked to the bugs and animals, and you often built them little houses out of sticks, leaves, rocks, and dirt. You and Jane had met at school, before you even knew that you were neighbours. Jane also had a love for plants, but your quiet, shy, demeanour was the opposite of hers. Somehow, she had taken a liking to you, and she took you, the 'weird girl', under her wing. Of course, Jane was bullied too. When you both got a little bit older, you had learned to stand up and fight back for her, like she did for you. You knew that Jane could fight for herself, but she didn't care very much when kids bullied her, she only cared when they bullied you. Edward was one of those kids who bullied you. Of course, him and Jane made fun of each other, but they were siblings, it was different. One day, you were in Jane's backyard, building a 'house' for the bugs and frogs that were around. You and Jane were a bit older at this point, but you both still loved nature, you loved spending time with the creatures. Jane was planting some flowers in the yard, when Edward walked up behind you. "Why are you playing with bugs, that's gross" he scoffed. You were crouched down and you turned to face him, holding a frog in your hands. "It's not gross, they're sweet, see?" you smiled, holding the frog out to him. "Get that away from me!" he spat, swatting at your hands and making you drop the frog on the ground. You gasped and looked down at the frog as it laid there, not moving. You poked at it gently, hoping it would get up and hop away. When it didn't move, tears filled your eyes and you let out a whimper. "No! Are you okay froggy? Please get up" you sniffled. You tried to stand it up so that it was on it's feet, but it just fell back down. Tears landed onto the ground as you stared at it, and Edward let out a menacing laugh. "It's just a stupid frog. Why are you crying, freak." Jane had heard you crying and had heard Edward calling you a freak. "Edward!" she hollered, standing from the garden and taking long strides towards him. "What did you do?" she asked angrily, looking down at you who was still poking at the frog. "It's just a frog, Jane" he defended himself. You had turned your focus towards them fighting, and watched Jane seethe in anger. She looked at you, "What happened, Dru?" You wiped tears away from your eyes as you spoke quietly, "I held the frog out to him and he swatted at it, knocking it out of my hands. Now it's not moving!" you cried. Jane turned back to Edward, pointing her dirt covered hand at him, "Don't you ever call her a freak you wimp. And don't ever touch her or her frogs!" Edward laughed at Jane, he rolled his eyes at her and mocked her. You turned back to the frog as you started to dig a hole in the dirt for it to lay. You heard Jane and Edward fighting behind you, but you continued to dig through your tears. A few moments later, you heard Jane scream. You quickly stood and faced her, finding her top lip cut open. She was bleeding profusely, staring Edward down with hatred. It turned out that Edward was messing with knives that his father had given him, and he was carelessly swinging them around. When Jane got mad at him, he took one out and 'threatened' her, but she knew that he wouldn't hurt her on purpose. Still, she got too close to him, and he sliced her lip by accident. Jane was in shock and just stood there, holding her lip in pain. Edward didn’t look like he had any mercy, as he stood there with a smirk on his face, not saying a thing. You lashed out at him and pushed him to the ground, ripping the knife out of his hand and throwing it into the woods.
You brought your thumb down to trace over her lip scar, carefully feeling the texture of her skin. She was so warm, so delicate, and you wanted to feel her lips against yours again, you needed to feel her lips again. Your gaze met hers and you saw her blush as her eyes suddenly averted yours, like she had been caught in an act. You giggled and placed a kiss on her nose, making her smile wider. You noticed that she actually supressed a giggle. Perhaps she did feel the same as you, and you decided to take the chance this time. You brought a hand up and tangled it in her hair. You ran your thumb over her bottom lip as you licked at your lips, and you heard Jane gasp quietly. You brought your lips as close as you could to hers without touching, and you waited to see if she would pull away. When she didn't, you let out a breath and smiled, softly pressing your lips to hers. Jane kissed you back immediately, bringing her hands to your neck and holding you close. You kissed her passionately, slowly, kissing her had been long overdue. You forced your tongue into Jane's mouth and she let out a whimper, which turned you on even more. It was so heartwarming to see Jane's walls knocked down, her stern guard dropped for a bit. You were honoured to be able to see her sweet side, to feel her give in. You had to sit up on your knees to reach her, but you brought your hands up to Jane's hair and started to undo the pins. You let her long hair fall down as you brought your lips to her neck, kissing up from what skin her dress wasn't hiding. You nipped at her neck, giving kitten licks and eliciting moans from Jane. It sounded like she was trying to hold them back, but you wanted her to be loud.
"Jane, dearest" you breathed, moving to bite and kiss at her pulse point.
"S-silla" she whimpered, as you brought your lips back to hers. Jane pulled you up from your kneeling position and sat you on her lap so that you were straddling her. She brought her hands to your waist as you continued to kiss, and you ground your hips down into hers. You weren't exactly sure how far Jane wanted to go tonight, but you would stop if she opposed to anything. You pulled away and pressed your forehead to hers, her lips were swollen and parted as she looked up at you. You figured that Jane was tired of being the stern one, the one in charge, the one who made decisions, the one who acted like she was always fine. You wanted her to relax, to feel cared about, so you took a deep breath in. Breathing heavily, you spoke, "Jane, I would like to take care of you tonight, if you want that, of course." She narrowed her eyes in confusion before she understood what you meant. Her eyes went wide and she blushed, nodding her head shyly.
"I would love that, Drusilla" she smiled.
You stood and held your hand out for Janes. When she took it, you walked her inside to your bedroom.
You searched through your clothes, hoping you would have a nightgown to fit Jane. You pulled out a black one and prayed that it was long enough.
"This may fit you Jane" you smiled as you handed it to her.
She smirked and raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean 'may' fit me?"
Your smile dropped and you stumbled, "You are, uh, you are much taller than me" you blushed.
Jane chuckled and placed a hand on your shoulder, leaning down to your ear.
"Perhaps it would be easier to sleep sans clothing" she whispered seductively.
Your jaw dropped as you looked up at her, before a sly grin spread across your face.
You shrugged your shoulders and winked, "Whatever tickles your fancy."
Jane turned and walked to your bed. She placed the nightgown down and began to undo the buttons on her dress. You knew that Jane would have a lady's maid, and you watched her struggle to reach behind herself. You walked over to her and calmly moved her hands away from the buttons.
"May I?" you asked innocently.
Jane didn't look back at you, but you saw her smile before she nodded, "Please."
You unbuttoned her dress and helped Jane take it off, then she turned to face you. She slowly unbuttoned her white collar shirt and untied her petticoat. She blushed as you gazed up and down her form, then you moved behind her again. You brought your hands to her shoulders, lightly trailing them down her arms. When you reached her waist, you began to untie and remove her corset.
"How do you feel Jane? Are you alright?"
You didn't give her any context, but she knew what you were referring to.
She sighed, "Yes, I'm fine. I'm relieved now that I'm with you Silla, and not stuck in the grasp of that slimy man." You couldn't help but chuckle at her tone, full of detest.
Once Jane was stripped down to her chemise and drawers, she sat on your bed. You were too busy staring at her breasts through her chemise, and the tempting pale skin of her long neck to notice that she had picked up the nightgown. You wasted no time as you straddled Jane's thighs and began gently kissing up her arm, to her shoulder and her collarbone. Jane let out contempt hums as you tucked her dark hair behind her ear and nipped at her earlobe, and she let the nightgown fall as she brought her hands to your hips, pulling you closer to hers. Suddenly, you felt a heat of dominance take over you, as you had asked Jane earlier if you could take care of her. You wanted nothing more than to take care of her right now. You got off of her lap and pulled her to stand. You sat on the bed and gripped her hips, pulling her to straddle you this time. She gasped as she basically fell onto your lap, and you smirked when you realized that your eye site was in line with her chest. You ran a hand through her long wavy hair to the back of her head. You grabbed a handful and pulled lightly to expose her neck to you. Jane let out a whimper as this, and you kitten licked up her neck to underneath her jaw as she began to rut her hips against yours.
"May I remove your chemise, Jane?" you purred into her ear.
She let out a hum and breathily replied "Please, Drusilla."
You brought your hands down to lift the bottom of her chemise and your eyes settled on her wet center. You could see her black hair and wet shine due to the crotchless drawers, and more heat travelled through you as you were overcome with the need to feel her against your skin. You almost drooled as you tried to focus on the task at hand. You pulled her chemise off and threw it to the side, bringing your lips to her right nipple and licking. Her breasts were on the smaller side, which was perfect to you. They were velvet in your mouth, and you moaned as Jane brought her hands up to grasp your neck and pull you into her chest further. She arched her back and ground down into your hips harder, and you closed your eyes as you sucked at her breast. You moved to her other breast to nip at her lightly, and you looked up to her face to see her eyes closed and her lips parted, chest rising and falling heavily. You tugged at her nipple and she gasped, "Silla, do that again" she pleaded.
You grazed your teeth over the sensitive spot as she shivered, and you began to kiss down her sternum and stomach, as if you had no way to oppose the gravity that was pulling you closer to her core. Jane's hands landed on your shoulders as she leaned back to allow you to trail lower. You moved down her body, your face close to her center. You looked up at Jane with pleading eyes, and she nodded briskly, pushing your head down. You smiled and stuck your tongue out, swiping it up her folds. You settled at her clit, sucking and licking for a minute as you listened to Jane whimper above you.
You brought your lips to Jane's and purred "You taste divine, my dear."
You then swiftly grasped Jane's ass and picked her up. She gasped as you stood and wrapped her legs around your middle. Jane giggled as you walked and placed her on your bed, and your heart swelled at the sound. You hastily removed your dress, taking your knife out of the secret pocket and flipping it up into the air, catching it. You heard Jane gasp from the bed and you looked down at her. She was wide eyed, staring at you in amusement. You thought you had made her nervous and red overtook your face.
"Sorry Jane, it's a habit" you chuckled. You placed the knife down on your bedside table and removed your clothes, down to your corset and undergarments, which you left on. You slid in behind Jane and let her head fall back onto your shoulder. You took her chin in your hand and turned her face to you as you captured her lips in a deep kiss. You swiped your tongue across her lips and she allowed you to enter her mouth. Jane moaned as your hand caressed her cheek, and it spurred you on to kiss her more fierce fully. You pulled away panting, letting your forehead rest against hers.
"Can I remove your drawers Jane?" you asked, hand reaching down to the waist band.
Jane nodded before helping you remove them. You pulled Jane closer so that her back was pressed against your front, and slowly trailed your hand down her creamy curves before letting it rest on the inside of her thigh. Jane parted her legs willingly and you chuckled, bringing your other hand up to squeeze at her breast.
You buried your head in her neck and cooed, "Is this alright with you darling?"
You heard Jane suck in a breath and then breath out a yes. You wrapped your legs around hers, holding them open as you swiped a finger through her folds. You brought your finger to your mouth and sucked on it, looking Jane in the eyes as you did.
You groaned, "You're so wet Jane, god you taste so good."
Jane moaned at your words and grabbed your face, smashing her lips to yours again. As your tongues slid against each other, you brought your fingers down to her center and rubbed at her clit lightly. Jane breathed heavily into your mouth as she began to squirm beneath you. As you picked up the pace, Jane parted from you and began to let out loud whimpers.
"S-silla" she moaned, and you couldn't help but tease her.
"Yes beautiful? What do you need?" you asked as you kissed behind her ear. Jane was silent besides the sound of her moans, and you figured that she wasn't used to not being the one in charge.
You slowed your pace, "Jane, are you okay with this dynamic?"
She turned to look at you, her eyes glossed over. "Yes" she whispered.
"I want you to relax and give in Jane, I just want to make you happy. How does that sound?" you asked with a smile.
Jane nodded reassuringly and grinned, "I want this, please" she whimpered. You picked up your pace on her bundle of nerves and watched as she closed her eyes and threw her head back onto your shoulder again. Jane stared letting her moans and whimpers become louder and you could feel your own wetness dripping onto your bed.
"Silla, please, I need more" Jane moaned, and you wasted no time in sliding two fingers into her. She groaned as you filled her up and you immediately set a steady pace. Soon you were curling your fingers inside of her and her legs were trembling under yours. You forced her legs to stay open and brought your lips to her ear. "What a gorgeous girl, such a good girl submitting" you purred.
"You feel so good around my fingers love, do you like that?"
"Yes, oh yes Silla!" Jane cried out as you brought her closer to the edge. You kissed her shoulder as you pulled at her nipples, and Jane didn't hold back.
"Please can I cum? God-please Silla!"
You smiled and picked up your pace, "Cum for me beautiful" you breathed into her hair. Jane's mouth opened and she scrunched her eyes shut as she screamed your name. Her legs shook and you kissed her shoulder to help her relax, then you pressed gentle kisses to her head.
Your own desire was too much to bare, so you quickly slipped out from behind Jane and rid yourself of your corset and undergarments. Jane eyed you up and down before she crawled towards you and sat on the edge of the bed. She pulled you into her by your hips and began to massage your ass with her hands. She kissed your stomach softly and you moaned. She reached a hand up and pulled you down to her by your neck.
She whispered in your ear, "You are gorgeous my darling, I need to feel you writhing beneath me." Your eyes went wide. As hot as it was, you didn't like Jane trying to turn the tables here. You grasped her thighs which squished under your touch and pulled her up to you. She wrapped her legs around you and squealed. It seemed she like to be manhandled, or perhaps she wasn't used to being the one that was carried, due to her stature.
"Do you like being handled baby?" you cooed, squeezing at her thighs harder. Jane blushed and wrapped her hands around your neck, her forehead meeting yours.
"Yes! You're so strong Drusilla, goodness you’re so enticing" she breathed.
You captured her lips with yours again, leading her to grind against your stomach. She moaned into the kiss and you felt her slick smear across your skin. You groaned and plopped her down into the bed again, more aggressive this time. You climbed on top of Jane and pried her legs open, placing one of your legs under hers and the other over hers. You lined your wet center up with hers and you let out a loud moan when you felt her heat. You bent over to kiss her neck as you rutted against her.
"Shit Jane, you feel so good against me! You are divine my dear" you whimpered. Jane let out a quiet cry into your ear and dug her nails into your back.
"Drusilla, that was so hot- when you threatened that man. Shit!" Jane breathed between moans.
"He's a wimp Jane…he doesn't deserve you, love" you panted. You pressed yourself closer to her, you needed more friction.
"You're so attractive when you protect me Silla, Oh!"
Jane moaned and her mouth dropped open. You took the opportunity to stick your tongue into her mouth. She whimpered against you and you grinded into her faster.
"Fuck him!" you gritted, holding back a cry.
Jane closed her eyes and screamed, "Fuck me!"
You hid your face in her neck, groaning as you felt your release approaching. You gripped Jane's delicious hips tightly, and her moans became more unhinged. Your pace got sloppier as you whimpered, but you wanted her to come first.
"Cum for me Jane!" you cried, and Jane threw her head back as she tightened her grip on you.
"Ugh, shit!" you muffled your cries into her shoulder. Her body twitched as her wetness dripped onto you and down your legs, and you followed right after. As the both of you laid there breathing heavily, you nuzzled your face into her black hair. Jane smelled of fresh linen, your favorite, and of floral scent and old books. You smiled, she was and would always be the only comfort, the best comfort, that you needed. You crawled off of her and rested beside her as you pulled her close. Jane smiled as you met her captivating eyes, she looked so content, she looked so pure.
"Thank you for taking care of me tonight Drusilla. In more ways than one" she giggled.
You smiled and kissed her cheek, "Taking care of you is my pleasure, literally" you chuckled.
Jane's hand caressed your cheek and she pulled you in for a sweet kiss.
"You were always mysterious, Dru" she smiled shyly.
Your heart swelled at the nickname that Jane had called you when you were younger.
Then your eyebrows furrowed, "Me? I always thought that you were the mystery."
Jane looked away, grinning. "Well, you’re the one with the knife collection."
Shit. Jane saw the worry on your face and giggled, "Don't worry my sweet, your secret is safe with me."
After a long silence between you and Jane, she rested her forehead against yours.
"Sweetling?" she asked timidly.
"Yes Janey?" you breathed.
She paused, "What did you wish for, on the star?"
You smiled as you blushed, and averted your gaze from Jane.
"I um, I wished for us to never live without one another again. I wished for us to never be separated, like we did when we were younger."
Jane's face became even softer and she pouted, she looked adorable. You were so sweet. When you were younger, Jane appreciated having you around to keep herself levelled out and sane. She always felt safe around you, she always felt like she was being pulled towards you by some force. She slowly brought her lips to yours and kissed you gently again, and you thought that you felt her eyelashes wet. She didn't open her eyes as whispered against your lips, "I wished for us, Drusilla. I wished for you." You pressed your lips to Jane's cheeks as you smiled, you couldn't believe that you had Jane back. She had been your person, and you left, but something had brought you two back together. She was yours then, and she was yours now, as if a force brought her back to you and you to her. You brought your hand up and ran your fingers through her hair, scratching at her scalp.
"I adore you, Jane Murdstone."
Jane's eyes fluttered open to find only truth and sincerity in your eyes, and she asked the question that had been bothering her all night.
"How did you recognize me Drusilla? I didn't recognize you. How did you know who I was?" her face twisted in confusion and shame as she trailed off. You chuckled and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"I'd know you anywhere, Jane. You're truly magnetic."
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PERIOD DRAMA APPRECIATION WEEK 2023 day 1: favourite adaptations and then there were none (2015), anne with an e (2017-2019), bridgerton (2020 -), easy virtue (2008), emma (2020), north and south (2004), pride and prejudice (2005), the personal history of david copperfield (2019), the white queen (2013), wolf hall (2015)
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Dev Patel as David Copperfield in The Personal History of David Copperfield (Film, 2019).
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thank you @allaganexarch for the tag!!! i exit the Void(TM) to shove my horny larissa content at the general public :)))
if anyone's interested in my jane murdstone dominatrix fic and would like to read about larissa weems getting caned, i guess this wip is for you!
tagging: @dianneking @notinmyvocab @the-frankenman-writes + whoever wants to do this consider yourself tagged!
“Are you ashamed of yourself, Miss Weems?” she asks as she walks around the desk. Larissa keeps stealing glances at her as she walks, unsure and shaking with the thrill of it all. 
Jane stands in front of her. “Well?” she asks again, coldly. “Do answer me.”
Larissa closes her eyes, swallows, then opens them again. “Yes,” she utters softly, staring in front of herself.
Jane sighs and tuts. She puts one finger under Larissa’s chin, urging her to tilt her head and look at her. “Miss Weems,” she starts, almost gentle now. “I’m aware girls your age are wont to… experiment. However, the school simply cannot encourage such inappropriate behaviour. You ought to know better.”
Larissa’s voice is but a whisper. “Yes, Miss.” 
“You were always such a well behaved pupil. I must say, I’m very disappointed in you.”
Tears well up in Larissa’s big, blue eyes. She nods. “Yes, Miss.”
“I can tell you’re very remorseful about it – but you’ll still have to receive a punishment. It is a grave offence, after all. That will be seven strokes of the cane.”
“Yes, Miss,” she says, unable to hide the thrill in her voice, despite the tears. Jane fights the urge to snicker at her – she shouldn’t do that just yet. There will be time for it.
“But before I give out the punishment, I want you to tell me what compelled you to even think of doing something like that. Have you seen it somewhere?”
Larissa swallows thickly. “I saw… I have a…a magazine,” she stutters. “And we saw… pictures of… women… doing things. And we wanted… We wanted to try them.”
Jane makes a sound of fake surprise. “A magazine! And however did you come in possession of such an inappropriate item?”
“I bought it,” whispers Larissa, turning her gaze to the floor. 
“That is how you spend your parents’ money? My, my, Miss Weems. I never suspected you’d be such a dirty girl.”
“I’m sorry, Miss,” she mumbles, her face red with shame, but her eyes glaze over at what Jane just called her. 
“You should be sorry, alright. Honestly, who’d think such dirty thoughts could live in such a seemingly nice, polite girl’s head. I do worry about you, Miss Weems. I’m afraid I’ll have to change your punishment to match the severity of your misdemeanours. I want to make sure the idea of buying lesbian pornography never crosses your mind again.”
“Yes, Miss,” Larissa says, voice breathy and pupils dilated, her cheeks still red.
“That will be two weeks in detention, and no off-campus weekend this month,” says Jane matter-of-factly. “And I’m upping it to twenty strokes. Ten for the act, ten for possession of pornography.”
“Twenty?” exclaims Larissa. “But Miss–”
“There will be no arguing, Miss Weems,” she interrupts her sternly. “Skirt up. Bend over the desk.”
Larissa takes a step forward and slowly bends over the desk, lifting her skirt up, then leaning forward on her elbows. Jane can’t help but feel a pang of excitement when she sees her pale, round arse. She imagines how lovely it’ll look with red stripes all across it, how it’ll jiggle when the cane hits. She wonders if she should make Larissa remove the lovely, teal, lacy knickers she’s wearing. 
She decides she should.
“What’s that?” she asks harshly. 
“What, Miss?” asks Larissa, with her arse in the air, worry lacing her voice. 
“Those aren’t regulation knickers.”
Larissa’s breath hitches. “No, Miss.”
“Remove them. It’ll be a bare bottom caning. Not that that flimsy thing would provide much of a barrier anyway.”
Larissa quickly pulls her underwear down, eager to please.
“I want them fully off, not just out of the way. I’ll be confiscating those. A respectable girl has no business wearing such a thing.”
Larissa obediently slides the knickers down her long legs, and steps out of them. She leaves them on the floor and returns to her previous position on the desk. Jane bends down and takes them, inspecting them. 
“There’s a wet spot,” she says. “What am I supposed to make of that, hm?”
Larissa doesn’t respond.
“Do you find your punishment arousing, Miss Weems?”
Larissa shakes her head, gazing down into the desk.. “No, Miss.”
“Well, what is it then?”
“I don’t know, Miss.”
Jane scoffs and crumbles the knickers in her fist. “Of course you don’t. I didn’t know you were such a perverted girl. I do hope you’re ashamed of yourself.” She pauses. “Well, I can assure you you won’t enjoy the cane in the slightest. I hope it’ll make you reflect on your actions.”
“Yes, Miss.”
There is complete silence in the room as Jane goes to fetch the cane. She makes a show of it, walking slowly and deliberately, heels clacking with each step. She circles around the desk, lays out the soaked knickers on it, then walks over to the shelf, from which she takes a long cane with a curved handle – old school style, as she knows Larissa will appreciate the attention to detail. She turns around, and catches Larissa quickly bow her head down again – she’s clearly been staring at her as she walked. 
She caresses the cane as she walks back to Larissa. “I could see you staring at my backside, Miss Weems. Shameful, really. I hope to cane those sick thoughts out of your head for good. Maybe I should do more than twenty strikes.” 
“I’m sorry, Miss.”
Jane stands behind Larissa, caressing the cane, playing with it in her hands. She looks at Larissa’s cunt, bare and swollen, peeking between her buttocks as she leans forward. She enjoys the visual a lot. She briefly wonders if she could interest Larissa in pussy canings, and makes a mental note of it. She thinks Larissa would enjoy it – but she’ll save that for a different scene.
“Perhaps I should cane you all afternoon. How many sick thoughts must go through your head each day, I wonder. Do you stare at other girls in gym class? Clearly you go out of your way to corrupt your friends with sick ideas you got from looking at your lesbian magazines. What else do you do?”
She pauses, trying to think of how else to taunt her. “You know, I ought to call your parents. Wouldn't that be shameful? For everyone to know you sit in your dorm room at night, rubbing your soaked knickers to lesbian pornography?”
Larissa whimpers. Jane smiles. She seems to have hit a spot. 
“Depraved girl,” she tuts, and then, in one swift and expert move, she strikes her with the cane. Larissa yelps in surprise and pain. Before Larissa can recover, she strikes her another time. This time, Larissa only inhales sharply. Jane isn’t being very forceful, for Larissa isn’t warmed up yet – but even a light strike is enough to make her arse sting quite a bit. 
She lazily drags the cane along her stinging buttocks, letting her sweat in anticipation. She lightly taps, and Larissa flinches. Jane laughs at her, and Larissa whimpers. 
“That’s only two, Miss Weems. I want to make this last. You need time to reflect on your actions,” she says and strikes her quite a bit harder before she finishes the sentence. Larissa makes a strained sound and flinches. She’s breathing heavily and pressing her thighs firmly together. 
“Three,” says Jane nonchalantly. 
Silence, only filled with the sound of Larissa’s shaky breaths. She squirms, anticipating the next strike. Jane lets her stew.
After a minute or so, she strikes her again, hard. Larissa cries out and her muscles convulse, but she doesn’t move. 
“You’re taking it so well – one would think you were caned before,” says Jane with amusement in her voice. “Did your parents spank you a lot as a child?”
“Yes, Miss,” Larissa breathes out. 
“And what for? Were you often a naughty girl?”
“I don’t know, Miss. I often didn’t understand why they did it.”
“Well, that won’t do,” says Jane, dragging the cane over the two red stripes on her buttocks. Larissa sucks in a breath. “In order for the punishment to be effective, the offender must know what they did so they can correct the behaviour. Repeat it to me, Miss Weems; why are you being spanked?”
“Because I… I was caught–”
Jane strikes her again and Larissa yelps. “No, no, Miss Weems. You aren’t being punished because you got caught. You’re being punished because you did something you shouldn’t have done. Try again,” she says and strikes her another time. Larissa whimpers.
“I… I’m being punished because I kissed another girl, and I… we… we touched each other… inappropriately.”
“That’s it,” says Jane and strikes her hard. Larissa flinches and squeaks. “That’s six. What else have you done? You did earn twenty strikes, after all.”
“I… I bought p–” she tries saying it and fails.
“Come on,” Jane taunts her. “If you could look at it you can say it.”
Larissa takes a deep breath. Jane strikes her. She yelps. “I bought pornography,” she spits quickly and breathlessly, as if the whole sentence was one word. “With my parents’ money.”
“You did, you dirty girl.” Jane’s voice is flat and void of emotion as she says it, almost disinterested, for she knows that makes Larissa wild – how impersonal Jane can get. She strikes her one more time, harder than any of the previous strikes. Larissa lets out an embarrassing squeak. 
“Eight,” she says, and decides to make a longer pause before nine. She lazily drags the tip of the cane along Larissa’s long legs, starting above the ankles and going up. When she reaches the sweet spot where her thighs meet her buttocks, she – seemingly accidentally, but very much on purpose – lightly grazes the cane over her soaked cunt. Larissa whimpers and shudders. 
Jane finds it truly fascinating how wet a bit of humiliation and a few strikes of the cane can make her. She’s literally dripping down her thighs.
“Oh my,” she fakes a gasp. “What’s that?”
She lightly taps at her cunt, and Larissa whines. 
“Tsk, tsk, Miss Weems,” she tuts, “The situation appears to be graver than I imagined. I don’t think your punishment is working. In fact, I think you’re enjoying it. Am I right?”
Larissa shakes her head. “No, Miss.”
“You get another five strikes for lying.”
“Yes, Miss. Sorry, Miss,” Larissa whimpers into the desk, head buried in her elbows.
“It’s pathetic how depraved and sick you are, getting off to your Headmistress caning you. Perhaps I’ve been too gentle with you. Perhaps a more forceful caning will teach you a lesson.”
“Yes, Miss,” says Larissa breathlessly. “Forgive me, Miss.”
“You disgust me,” sneers Jane and swings the cane forcefully, hitting hard over the already glaring red stripes, making Larissa convulse and cry out. She strikes again, and then again, with the same amount of force, and Larissa cries out each time. 
She strikes her four more times. 
“Fifteen,” she says coldly. “I can’t believe you, Miss Weems. I thought you were a good, respectable girl. Your nice and wealthy parents sent you to a prestigious private school – and this is how you repay them? By being a perverted freak? By being found by a prefect with your head between another girl’s legs? By getting aroused by your punishment?”
Larissa presses her thighs together more firmly. “I’m really sorry, Miss. I’ve been so bad,” she whispers.
“I wonder, is it the punishment that arouses you… or is it the fact that I’m the one giving it to you? I saw you look at me, Miss Weems. It’s quite pathetic how attracted you are to a woman old enough to be your mother.”
Larissa whines and rubs her thighs together. “I’m sorry, Miss.”
Jane strikes her – hard – and Larissa keens. 
“I’m afraid sorry won’t cut it, Miss Weems. You deserve a caning after which you won’t be able to sit for weeks,” she says and strikes her again, and again and again, starting to get into a rhythm. Larissa twitches and whines pathetically with each strike, squirming and squeezing her thighs together. Her cunt is clenching along with her arsecheeks. Jane keeps striking her, and doesn’t stop when she reaches twenty-five strikes. 
“I’ve changed my mind,” she announces flatly as she keeps caning her. “It’ll be however many strikes I see fit for you.”
“Yes, Miss,” Larissa all but moans. She keeps squirming and twitching, but doesn’t move in a significant enough manner for Jane to reprimand her for it. 
Jane, however, notices the way she shudders, then relaxes, moaning quite a bit louder than before and pressing her forehead into the desk somewhere around number thirty-five. 
Jane scoffs incredulously. She knew Larissa needed little to come, but this was new even for her. 
“Did you just come from this?” she asks, trying her best to hide the amusement in her voice. 
Larissa whimpers pathetically into the desk. 
Jane strikes her. “I asked you something, Miss Weems,” she says sternly. 
Larissa nods into the desk, hiding her face between her elbows.
“I want words, girl.”
“Y-yes, Miss. I’m sorry, Miss,” she whispers barely audibly. 
Jane laughs. “You’re truly incorrigible. I’ve never had such a depraved girl bent over my desk. It seems like no matter what I do, you enjoy it. I could kick you in the face with my shoe and you’d thank me.”
“Yes, Miss. Sorry, Miss,” Larissa sobs. 
“In any case, I don’t think you’re learning a lesson. Perhaps the punishment didn’t go on for long enough. Or perhaps I’ve been too gentle.”
“Please, Miss, I– ah!” Larissa cries out when Jane strikes her quite hard just where her buttocks meet her thighs. 
“Do you lie in bed at night in your dorm room with your hand between your legs, thinking about your Headmistress? Have you imagined being caned like this for your own sick pleasure? Perhaps all of this has been a ploy to get yourself in this position?”
“No, Miss, please, please, ah! I’ll do better, I’m sorry!”
“You’re a disgrace. I’ll give you such a whipping you won’t even think about coming again. Dirty little dyke.”
Larissa whines at the insult. “Yes, Miss.”
“Say it. Say you’re a perverted dyke that rubs her pussy thinking about her Headmistress caning her.”
“I-I’m a perverted dyke that – ah! – rubs my p-pussy… ah! Thinking about my Headmistress caning me.”
“That’s right. And what are you sorry for?”
“I’m sorry for being a dirty girl, Miss. I’m sorry my pussy gets wet when you cane me – ugh, fuck!” she cries out after a particularly well-aimed, hard strike. 
“Language, Miss Weems, or I’ll wash your dirty mouth with soap.”
“Yes, Miss! Ah! I’m sorry, Miss!”
Jane keeps striking her, relentlessly and without pause. She can tell when Larissa enters a blissful state of being. Her eyes are closed and she’s no longer able to utter coherent words. A soft cry escapes her every time her muscles convulse when the cane touches her skin, a barely perceptive smile on her face. Jane admires the neat, angry red marks across her buttocks as gradually slows down her rhythm, decreasing the intensity of her swings, bringing Larissa down from her high. Soon, she is only lightly snapping the cane against her skin, dragging it along her buttocks, lightly tapping, until she eventually stops completely. 
Larissa’s eyes are still closed and she is breathing heavily. Jane lets her have a moment of silence. Eventually, Larissa opens her eyes and lifts her head a bit higher up, but she’s still supporting herself on the desk.
“I still feel floaty,” she breathes out.
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milfsloverblog · 1 year
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hello! I love your Larissa fic and I was wondering if you would write for Jane Murdstone (ik she is a red flag but I’m colorblind) ? Jane and reader are in a secret relationship, maybe a oneshot about reader waking up in Jane’s bed after they spent the night together ? Some fluff and angst ? Thank you 🛐
A/N: Hi anon!! Thank you for your request, sorry it took me so long to write it. I’m in post con/post meeting Gwen depression lol. I hope this exceeds your expectations, I added some smut because why not ? Thank you again for the request <3
Unlace me (NSFW)
Jane Murdstone x fem!reader
TW: smut, internalised homophobia, Jane is a tw in herself
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You could talk about it for hours, the feeling of waking up next to Jane for the first time. And yet it was indescribable.
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Jane had waltzed into your life a few months ago when her brother had married your Lady. You knew right away that she would be trouble, not only in your Lady’s household but in your personal life too.
What had struck you first was, of course, her height. When she had walked into the kitchen where you had been working to introduce herself, you looked up right in time to see her duck to get through the door. Her face had been hidden by her black bonnet and when she finally lifted her head, you dropped the whisk that you had been holding. Her cerulean eyes looked you up and down and the corner of her lips tugged into what you later learnt to be Jane’s way of smiling.
Your Lady had told you that Miss Murdstone would be living at the manor, ostensibly to relieve you of some of the housework. It didn’t make much sense to you as you’d never complain about the number of chores you had to do, but it was not your place to question your Lady’s decision. Quickly after that, the Murdstones siblings moved into the manor.
It didn’t take you long to realise that Jane Murdstone thought of herself as superior to you, and treated you more as her maid than a fellow housekeeper. And so you had found yourself, more often than not, caring for the tall woman’s needs. Not that you minded, you would be a fool to complain about tending to a woman like Jane.
You had been another kind of fool though, for your heart skipped a beat every time Jane’s eyes bored into yours and your knees went weak each time your name was on her lips. You still had a hard time admitting that you had fallen in love. Not only had you fallen for a woman, but a cruel one at that. One who only seemed to acknowledge you when she needed someone to brush her hair or unlace her corset.
But then again, you didn’t mind. You thought there was something deeply intimate in unlacing the woman’s corset, allowing her to close her eyes and take a deep breath as she stretched her back.
Jane rarely said a word as you helped her disrobe before leading her to the dressing table. You would take the pins off her hair and carefully brush through it, your fingers often lingering there for a second too long once you were done braiding it. And if Jane noticed, she never mentioned it.
Once that was done she would usually gesture towards the door, silently letting you know that your help wasn’t needed anymore. You would nod and leave the room, never forgetting to wish the woman a good night. Jane never answered, but as soon as you were out of the room her lips always spread in a small smile as her fingertips grazed her braided hair. Perhaps she was a foolish woman too.
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You knew that evening would be different as soon as the woman stepped foot inside the manor. You heard her climb the stairs two at a time and close her bedroom door a little too vigorously.
“Miss Murdstone ?” You called from the hallway, waiting for permission to walk in. After a few long seconds of silence, you decided to push the door open and walked inside the room. Jane was standing in front of the tall mirror, hands twisted in her back as she unsuccessfully tried to loosen up her corset. She was muttering something under her breath that sounded unintelligible to you, making her look like a crazy woman.
“Let me help you, I will unlace it.” You said as you took a few long strides, hands reaching for the woman’s back.
“Keep your dirty hands off me!” Jane immediately snapped at you, making your heart squeeze painfully in your chest. “I do not need your help. I do not need you, or anyone else for that matter!” She said nearly out of breath, hands still fumbling with the lacing on the back of her corset.
“Jane for Heaven’s sake! You will make yourself faint, let me help!” You said urgently, so urgently that you didn’t notice you had used her first name until she spun around to face you, her eyes wide and her face flushed.
“How dare you ?!” The tall woman spat the words out and raised her hand, making you flinch as you waited for her palm to hit your cheek.
Jane realised what she was about to do as soon as you flinched and her hand immediately dropped to the side of her body. You were scared of her. You were expecting her to hit you. And she almost had.
A strange feeling crept inside the woman’s chest, making her take a step closer to you.
I am so sorry, please forgive me. Jane wanted to say, but she was unable to. She’d never said those words before and they died in her throat before she even managed to push them out to you.
You watched as Jane’s brows furrowed, her mouth falling slightly open as she seemed to be searching for something to say. Her eyes were filled with something you’d never seen in them, something you did not think Jane Murdstone could feel. Remorse. Guilt.
“I love you.” You whispered barely audibly, eyes still locked on her face. You had no idea why you’d said it, but you did. You knew Jane thrived on power, and you had just given her the power to ruin your life with this simple admission.
And so you waited for her harsh and cruel words to hit you, for her to call you unnatural or deviant, but she didn’t. She let out a shaky breath and the next second her lips were crashing against yours.
It wasn’t soft nor sweet, Jane’s kiss was almost as demanding and almost as bruising as she was. You couldn’t help but wonder if she had wanted this for as long as you had, thought about you the way you had thought about her.
You grabbed her waist, your fingers digging into the fabric of her corset as you pulled the woman impossibly closer. Don’t let go, you wanted to say. But you wouldn’t take the risk to pull away from her lips to speak, too afraid to ruin this moment.
Jane eventually broke the kiss, her blue eyes searching for yours. “Speak.” the word came out sounding like an order and she cleared her throat, her voice softer when she added, “Tell me what you want, what this means to you.”
“You.” You answered, your hand moving to cup her cheek. “I want everything you are willing to give me. I have no idea what this means, I simply…want you.”
The older woman blinked a couple of times, taking in your words. When had anyone ever wanted her? She knew what people thought and said about her, most of it being true. But you, you’d always been nothing but nice to her, even when she rarely returned your kindness.
This isn’t right, Jane. You can not, you should not, the thoughts flooded the woman’s mind.
You could see the fight that was happening inside the tall woman and gently rubbed your thumb on her cheek. “Jane…” you whispered and her blue eyes bored into yours again. You got on your tiptoe and claimed the woman’s lips, making Jane’s hesitation wholly dissipate in an instant.
It was only a matter of seconds before Jane took control of the kiss again, her hands grabbing your waist to push you up against the wall.
Your heart started racing in your chest when you felt one of her hands bunching up your dress. You had never done anything like this before and by the look of it, Jane had way more knowledge on the subject than you did.
Her fingers grasped a handful of your hair, tipping your head back to latch her lips on your neck. You couldn’t hold back the whimper that passed your lips when her mouth sucked on a particularly sensitive spot behind your ear.
“You are such a sweet girl, offering yourself to me so easily.” She whispered in your ear, her hand slipping inside your knickers only to find you soaked. “Have you been thinking about this ?” She wondered aloud.
You felt dizzy, your head spinning when her fingertips grazed your clit. “Please-“ you whined, not even knowing what you were begging for.
“Please-“ Jane mocked you, a low chuckle escaping her throat.
“Look at me.” She demanded and you happily obliged, the tall woman relishing the way your eyes widened when she pushed two fingers inside you until she was in knuckle deep.
There was nothing like it, Jane thought, watching a woman being made love to for the first time. And to be the one making love to her.
You knew Jane was a passionate woman and the way she pulled and pushed her fingers in and out of you in a perfect rhythm only further proved it. And just when you thought it couldn’t get better, the older woman curved her digits inside you to rub on a spot that had you writhing against her in a couple of minutes.
“Can you feel it ?” She asked looking into your eyes. “The coil tightening inside you? How close it is to snapping ?”
You answered something unintelligible, your mind hazy from the incessant movements of Jane’s fingers inside you. All you could focus on were the sinful wet noises coming from between your thighs.
You felt something, yes, something growing inside you and on the verge of exploding. And for a second you feared that this is what dying felt like. Oh, what a beautiful way to go it would be, you thought, to die in the arms of the woman you loved and with her lips on your neck.
“I wish we could let the whole household hear you. What would your lady think knowing you are nothing but a depraved whore, fucking a woman under her roof…” Jane grinned, giving your collarbone a harsh nip.
To hell with your lady and the whole household, you’d let the whole world know you were in love with Jane Murdstone if only you could.
“Look at me, please.” You managed to say, feeling your core tighten around Jane’s fingers when her blue eyes locked with yours.
You threw your head back against the wall, the older woman’s name leaving your lips in a streak of moans as you came.
Jane didn’t let it show, but her heart swelled with a feeling she hadn’t felt in a long while, making her hold you a little closer as you came down from your high.
“I love you, Jane.” You repeated, a small giggle escaping your throat as you watched Jane’s cheeks turn a pinkish colour.
“Silly girl.” She simply answered with a shake of the head and turned her back to you. You quickly unlaced her corset and helped her out of her heavy black dress.
You expected her to dismiss you as soon as you’re done braiding her hair but instead, Jane turned around and unbuttoned your dress, leaving you in your underwear.
“Stay for the night.” You knew it was neither a question nor an offer, not that you would have declined anyway.
It felt weird, lying down next to someone else. Next to her. Next to the woman you loved. You wanted to ask what this meant, if there would be more moments like this, or if it had just been a one-time instance. But you stayed quiet, listening to Jane’s breathing becoming slower and evening out as she fell asleep.
“I love you.” You whispered, knowing the older woman couldn’t hear it this time.
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You watched as Jane’s eyes slowly fluttered open and it was the sweetest thing really, waking up next to the woman you loved. But it made you want to cry knowing it was morning and this moment wouldn’t last. In just a moment she would go back to being the cold and often cruel Miss Murdstone, and you would go back to being a housekeeper. But it didn’t matter, you thought, not now that you knew what it felt like to be kissed by her lips and touched by her hands. No, it didn’t matter anymore. You would walk through Hell and back for a chance to wake up next to her again.
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luigisvampirebae · 1 year
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Day 1400 of waiting on a movie starring Mena Massoud, Oscar Isaac, and Dev Patel.
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NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. THEY'RE ALL SO BABYGWORL CODED. MOSTLY MENA AND DEV
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feelingsofaithless · 9 months
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Don't worry. You'll make it through. And you'll have quite the ride on the way. The Personal History of David Copperfield (2019)
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daydream-cement · 8 months
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Love in Paris (NSFW)
Jane Murdstone x Reader
Author’s Note: When you had this written for days but just didn’t post it. Thank you to @alexusonfire for the beta!
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Jane listened to the soft lull of the piano that ascended through the windows of the hotel lobby and up to where she curled up on a little chair on the balcony. She had never remembered this song being so lovely. There were no words to this tune, only the soff rise and fall of notes that made Jane feel like she was falling in love all over again. 
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You had just arrived in Paris with Jane. a trip sold to your father as one to battle the hysteria brought on by winter. You two, however, hadn’t made it farther than the hotel room.
“How is Paris treating you?” Jane whispered to you. Your foreheads touching and breaths mingling softly as you snuggled together in bed. 
It was true that you could barely keep your hands off one another, but your kissing never surpassed the sensation of bodies pressed together in bed while hands softly wandered through hair and across backs. Jane had been fully surprised that she was able to wait so long, but this romantic love was unlike anything she had ever experienced and she was looking to savor every drop. 
“So far, so good… Although I haven’t seen much outside these four walls.” You answered honestly, nothing in your voice contained the desire to get up out of bed and leave the embrace of the ravenette. Your hands pressed to Jane’s back, holding her close.
“We have all the time in the world.” Jane breathed before pushing her lips to yours. 
The ravenette always had taken part in sexual encounters with women since her youth, but since she began dating you, your sex life had been nonexistent as you opted for more innocent forms of physical intimacy. You had been working together for nearly four years and three of those years, Jane considered you to be her best friend. You were the person whom she shared everything with and now Jane was interested in sharing in the next progression of physical affection. 
Like clockwork, as soon as you began kissing, you rolled over, bringing the ravenette to rest on top of you as you continued to make out. Your hands stroked up and down Jane’s sides, fingers tentatively sliding low to the base of the ravenette’s corset. 
Instead of restraining herself from bucking her hips against your middle, Jane softly began to grind on you. The ravenette’s skirts began to roll up her hips as the movement began. Jane took the next step to further the interaction by taking your hands from her waist and placing them high on her thighs. “I want you, darling… I want this…”
With a soft growl, you sat up with Jane still in your arms. You had been content with the pacing of your relationship, but the push from Jane lit a spark deep within you. Never had you wanted someone like you wanted Jane.
As Jane straddled your lap, your saliva mingled with slow, needy kisses. Her arms once wrapped around your neck now retracted themselves to begin undoing the laces of her corset. At the movement, you pulled from the ravenette so you could watch the events unfurl before you. 
With skill, the corset was loosened and shed within a few seconds and Jane couldn’t help but blush when she felt your heavy gaze on her bare chest. You only stared as your hands gently squeezed at Jane’s thighs. For a pregnant moment, there was no movement, only making Jane feel self conscious. Her fears were quickly dismissed when you spoke, your voice cracking as you did, “Y-ou are so…”
“You can… touch them…” Jane choked out. Her face felt like it was on fire, your face matching as it was a soft pink from your own nervousness. Seeing you blushing made the ravenette feel a tad bit better.
Your hands rose carefully, enveloping Jane’s breasts. You seemed in awe of the ravenette’s body, almost as if it felt that you were touching a priceless artifact. With a surge of bravery, you gave the ravenette’s breasts a soft squeeze, smiling to yourself at how much pleasure you derived from touching Jane. 
“Maybe try… using your mouth…” Jane urged, a hand circling to the back of your neck and giving a slight tug to guide your mouth to her chest. 
You didn’t need to be told twice. With a duck of your head, your mouth latched itself to Jane’s breast. You began nibbling and tasting at the ravenette’s flesh, the faint taste of Jane’s perfume gracing your tongue. 
Jane felt herself immediately dampen as you moaned against her skin, one nipple millimeters from your mouth as your hand palmed the other breast. “You’re so perfect. God, how are you so perfect?”
“I- I love you.”
You paused all movements and looked up at Jane, eyes soft at the notion Jane could be in love with you. Your lips were planted back on the ravenette’s in an instant, your hands holding Jane’s face in place as you kissed her over and over again. 
“I love you, Janey. More than I ever thought I could love another.”
With the omission now in the open, the intimacy only seemed to intensify. Simple kisses now included battling tongues and your once gentle squeezing now rougher and desperate. Jane’s skirt was now rolled around her waist, and you had taken the opportunity to slip your hands into her underwear and grope Jane’s ass. 
When Jane moaned at the increasing roughness, she pulled away from their kisses only to realize you were extremely overdressed.
“May I?” Jane asked with pouty eyes, her hands slipping around you to work at your corset.
You weren't too happy with having to relinquish your grip on Jane’s ass, but you did so in order to allow the ravenette to undress you. Piece by piece, Jane removed fabric from your torso, tossing your corset to the floor and peeled down the loose fabric that once covered your chest. When your muscled chest was revealed to Jane, she whimpered as she awestruck by your beauty. 
“You- Oh, sweeting...” The ravenette’s hands wandered to feel your breasts, fingers tweaking at your nipples. She took the time to pay attention to both nipples, sucking each in her mouth and moaning as her tongue swirled the sweet bud. Her mouth pulled away with a pop, her pupils blown with a desire she could no longer contain, “Touch me? Please?” 
You didn’t verbally reply, but instead you nodded once, choking back nerves and the feeling of lack of experience. Jane must have sensed your nerves as she pulled at your right wrist, grasped at your thumb, and guided your hand to the front of her underwear.
She even went so far as to guide you verbally in exactly what she wanted - you followed every direction as your heart pounded wildly. “Put your hand in my panties baby… Yes, okay… Can you feel how wet I am for you? Do you feel how wet you made me? I’m always drenched after you kiss me… Slip your fingers a little further in… Oh, god, yes. A little higher... Mhmm… Yes. Rub right there. Oh, sweeting… Rub my clit, baby.”
With her arms thrown around your neck and her face buried in the crook of your neck, Jane’s hips began bucking against your hand in her underwear. Her moans and demands became distorted as she became lost in the sensation. “Play with- Oh, darling. Yes. Yes, you are doing so good. Now… Try… Try going a little lower… I want you to- Oh, dear. I want you to put those fingers inside me…”
Jane raised her hips off your lap, giving you greater access in positioning your fingers into Jane’s dripping hole. As the first digit slipped in, Jane dropped her head to your shoulder, overjoyed with how much she loved having you touch her 
This wasn’t the exact sensation Jane was looking for from you… She needed more.
“Another… Please, darling. Add another finger.” 
Your forehead had come to rest on Jane’s sternum, your face narrowed as you focused on Jane’s moans, directions, and nonverbal cues. You wedged another finger into Jane’s cunt, earning a guttural groan from the ravenette. 
Jane began rocking against your hand, effectively fucking herself and growing more desperate at the same time. “Oh sweeting.. You… Oh my god. darling. Yes, keep going.”
You became lost in it all. It was unlike something you had ever experienced to be so wanted and yearned for. You adored the feeling of Jane’s wetness around your fingers - so much so that you allowed your thumb to wander through Jane’s slick just to play with her clit again. “You are so wet. You- You are so beautiful… I love you. I love you…” 
The ravenette’s hands found your cheeks and pulled you into another kiss, only this one was filled with mingling moans and breathy cries. The intensity of your love was almost too much for Jane to handle.
Jane was so disappointed with how she couldn’t hold out any longer. The mingling of the two sensations was beyond what the ravenette’s brain could handle. “I’m sorry- I can’t. Oh, darling- I’m gonna-” In a sudden wave of climax, Jane’s hand gripped the back of your neck and she slammed her hips down on your hand, hoping it would prevent you from teasing and overwhelming her any further. 
“Janey…” You mumbled at the suddenness and violent nature of Jane’s orgasm. 
Jane’s breathing was heavy, but after a few minutes, she caught it and was able to finally form a coherent thought. “Can I touch you? Can I do the same to you?”
“I- Uh, yes. Please.” You weren't looking to admit your inexperience quite yet, especially when Jane’s orgasm came so naturally. The throbbing between your legs told you that you needed to feel Jane’s delicate fingers against your clit. 
“Lay back for me…”
You did as you were told and laid back on the bed, chewing at the inside of your lip as you did so. 
With a slight giggle, Jane wobbled to her feet, standing on the bed to remove her underwear and skirts. Her words were absentminded and genuine as she settled on the bed between your legs, “I’ve never been so in love with someone before… You make me so happy…” The ravenette’s fingers began gathering your skirts, pushing them higher and higher until she needed your help, “Come, darling. Lift those hips for me…”
There was a slight hesitation from you which only made Jane sit back on her knees and cock her head. “You are so very beautiful… I would love to touch you, but if that will make you uncomfortable, there is no pressure to do so… Do you want me to touch you?”
You nodded quickly, “God, yes…”
Curling her fingers around the fabric of your skirts once more, Jane gave a push. Her words seeking to rile you up as she bunched the fabric around your waist. “Have I made you wet? God, I can’t wait to feel you against my fingers. What if I tasted you with my tongue? Would you like that?”
“Fuck…”
When the rare curse left your mouth, Jane proceeded with confidence. She settled her body between your thighs. Jane gently rubbed her hands over your thighs and spoke softly, needing your say-so before she proceeded any further. “Are you ready?”
“Mhm…” You groaned, hips pressing down into the mattress in anticipation. When Jane didn’t touch you right away, you offered a clearer form of consent, “Yes, touch me…”
While Jane knew she should have aired on the side of caution through light touching, she couldn’t help it when she lowered her tongue to your cunt. She used her fingers to spread your pussy open while her tongue probed deeper, sliding around your clit to draw a moan from you. 
You hadn’t expected to fall apart and sound as vulnerable as you did. Your whimpers and moans filled the hotel room as Jane seemed to know exactly how to lick and suck. Fists gripping the sheets above your head, you attempted to dispel the strange feeling of the coil tightening in your center. 
Jane’s upper arm strength was no match for your bucking hips. Each time Jane tried to keep you down on the bed, you bucked her hips into Jane’s mouth anyway, feeling an insatiable need for more. 
Worked up from Jane’s orgasm and now Jane’s sweet tongue, you knew you wouldn’t be able to last much longer. Jane ended up driving you over the edge by a final suck at your clit. The ravenette was sure she was in heaven when she felt your thighs clamp down around her head and a flood of wetness over her chin. 
Jane gave your cunt a final long lick and pulled away to crawl back up your body with a dazed smile. You were quick to capture Jane in your arms and roll them over so you were laying half on top of the elegant ravenette. Not only had you experienced sexual pleasure from another for the first time, but you knew you were wholly loved by Jane as well. 
“Mmm, you are so wonderful… You did a marvelous job…” Jane hummed as she raked her fingers through your long hair and began pressing kiss after kiss to your forehead. “When I think about how much I love you, it makes me feel out of breath… or maybe it’s you laying on me.” 
“Mmmsorry…” You mumbled sleepily, shifting slightly off Jane, but still remaining on her enough to smother her with love. 
“And some say you are such an innocent little thing. Only if they knew what I did…” 
You only chuckled in response. From anyone else, you wouldn’t appreciate the description, but the way Jane said it gave you a deep satisfaction. 
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Jane listened to the soft lull of the piano that ascended through the windows of the hotel lobby and up to where she curled up on a little chair on the balcony. She had never remembered this song being so lovely. There were no words to this tune, only the soff rise and fall of notes that made Jane feel like she was falling in love all over again.
The ravenette had snuck away from your bed to listen to the music. You had spent an afternoon in bed, exploring one another’s bodies and sharing all the moments over the years that filled you both with love for the other. 
Jane’s body was covered in a blanket, her face turned into its fabric as it smelled faintly of you. The ravenette was almost in disbelief that this relationship could be this fulfilling for her. 
The sound of the balcony door opening drew Jane from her daydreams of her future with you. 
“Enjoying the music, darling?” You hummed as you lowered your lips to Jane’s neck. 
“Mmmhmm, but I was just thinking about how much I missed you.” Jane smirked, her hands reaching up for you in hopes you would come snuggle with her. “Care to join me, sweeting?”
“Happy to…” You smiled sweetly as you circled Jane’s chair and placed yourself in her lap, her arms drawing you against her chest. Together you could enjoy the music and beautiful views wrapped in one another’s warm embrace.
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