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locolesbianwp · 2 years

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bathtub

pairing: Emily Dickinson x Sue Gilbert

warning: smut

summary: Emily, Sue and a tub full of water ;)

word count: 1000+

"Just relax, Em. I'll wash your hair for you."

Emily obediently relaxed against the cold porcelain of the bathtub while her eyes fluttered shut for the first time tonight. Outside, the sky was pitch black with only the cratered moon providing light to see. It shone through the glass panes of the windows, highlighting every single detail of Emily's face perfectly. Her usually pale cheeks were lightly dusted in a pink blush and the most delicate of freckles scattered across her nose, only distinguishable from the light of the moon. Her lips, full and inviting, were a darker shade of pink from the result of anxious biting, a habit Emily had taken on recently.

The length of her neck was half submerged in lukewarm water, fading bruises adorned the silky skin that had Sue burning up in recollection. She was the one that had put them there and she was sure before the night was through, there would be more.

"You know, you have always been too good to me." Emily sunk deeper into the water as if embarrassed of her words. It was something she believed to be as true as the words in her poems. How could such a silly girl feel the love of an angel?

"No, Emily, this is what you deserve." Sue's voice was soft as she reassured the girl in the bath, her slender fingers working through the occasional tangle in Emily's brunette hair. Emily had spent the better part of her week sat at her desk in her bedroom, constantly putting quill to page if any idea came to her. Truthfully, she often forgot to eat and brush her hair.

"You think so?" Emily's voice cracked with raw emotion and though her eyes were still closed, Sue could tell that tears were about to spill. Quickly and without second thought, Sue cupped Emily's face gently between her hands and rubbed her thumbs against her cheekbones.

"Hey, hey. No crying." Sue pressed a reassuring kiss on top of the girl's forehead, causing Emily's eyes to flutter open and sure enough, tears threatened to spill. "I know so."

No other words were exchanged, anything that needed to be said was expressed in the loving look they shared. Emily broke first, eagerly leaning in to capture Sue's lips in a sweet kiss. Her hand rose from the water to grip with ease the base of Sue's throat, something that was established the woman adored. A helpless sound of pleasure erupted from Sue as she fell deeper into the kiss, she didn't even mind the water dripping from Emily's hand and onto her own skin.

It had been so long since the couple had any time to cherish each other in private. Austin was always around now with the birth of his son and the Dickinsons were always to be seen. However, Sue's husband had taken his newborn son for a trip that would last a few days, desperate to spend some time with him. This meant that Sue was all alone in their big house and of course Emily wouldn't let her best friend spend all that time with no one next to her. No one suspected a thing, apart from maybe Lavinia who always had her doubts about her sisters' relationship.

Far too soon for Sue's liking, her lips were no longer moving against Emily's as she had been pushed away by the hand wrapped around her neck. Emily dipped her head lower and instead trailed her lips across the skin of Sue's chest, her tongue darting out to catch the water droplets that had raced their way to settle on Sue's breast. The feeling of Emily's tongue had the breath caught in Sue's throat.

"Em, I'm supposed to be taking care of you." Sue reluctantly announced, finding it difficult to form any coherent thought with Emily's mouth ravishing her skin.

Sue regretted opening her mouth as soon as Emily lifted her head and removed her hand from her throat. The complete loss of contact made a concerned look form on Sue's face.

"You are taking care of me." Emily tilted her head teasingly, wrapping her hand around one of Sue's wrists. Slowly, she guided it into the water. Sue's fingertips grazed the bare skin of Emily's hip under the water. It wasn't intentional, but it was intentional when Emily pulled her hand further into the water so Sue was now touching her thigh. When Emily released her hold on her wrist, Sue knew what to do.

Emily spread her legs as much as she could in the confinement of the bathtub and the ripple of the water as she did so tickled her neck. Sue allowed her fingers to dance across Emily's thigh, tracing meaningless patterns on the skin. Every time Sue's fingertips neared closer to where she needed them most, Emily would take in a deep breath of anticipation.

"Sue, please. Just touch me." Emily couldn't take this teasing no more. Frankly, it was driving her insane.

"I am touching you." Sue teased as Emily had done earlier, which made the poet roll her eyes.

"You know that's not what I meant." Emily whispered, staring at her lover from under her lashes. The look made Sue's heart pound, and her...

"Sue!" Emily impatiently exclaimed. "Touch me!"

Finding the bossiness quite attractive, Sue finally gave in. She touched Emily under the water in all the right places. Her fingers first touched Emily's clit, rubbing in tight circles as best she could under the weight of the water. The brunette breathed out a sound of pleasure, her eyes fluttering shut once more.

Sue pushed her middle and ring finger into Emily's pussy with no warning, eliciting a shrill moan from the girl. She threw her head back and gripped the edges of the bath to try and control herself but as soon as Sue moved her fingers in and out at a steady pace, Emily unravelled underneath her touch completely.

Sue's movements were skilled but not from past experiences with Emily. They had only ever been intimate one other time but that was so long ago that they both had forgotten yet longed to know what it felt like again. Sue was skilled from pleasuring herself multiple times a week. When you have a husband you're not attracted to and a lover that you can never get alone time with, you need to take matters into your own hands. Especially when your sex drive is through the roof.

Emily's hips moved desperately under the water to meet Sue's deep strokes, her mouth constantly hanging open in delectation.

"Shit, shit, shit." The poet chanted when Sue's movements started to become harder, faster. She longed to give Emily the most pleasurable experience. "Mmm, Sue, you're so good. So good, baby."

The words of praise only egged Sue on more and she curled her fingers inside of Emily's pussy in a way that had her own fingers turn completely white from gripping the bathtub too hard. When the poet's body stopped writhing and her head fell further back, Sue knew that in just a few more moments, Emily would come undone. And that's exactly what happened.

With a couple more thrusts of her fingers, Sue watched as Emily's body trembled under her touch. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream before the moans started pouring out, so loud and passionate that Sue had to clamp her hand over Emily's mouth to protect the poor Dickinsons in the neighbouring house from hearing her.

Emily's orgasm crashed over her in quick waves, so quick that she struggled to catch her breath. Sue removed her fingers from Emily's pussy and instead grabbed one of her lover's hands that was still gripping the bath.

"Sue, I love you, that was amazing." Emily opened her eyes just a crack to meet Sue's gaze.

"I love you too. And you better get used to this, Austin's still gone for a few days."

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thebrandings · 5 years

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How would all the ROs react if the MC gets hurt (not necessarily dying but wouldn't oppose to it because we love A N G S T) because they're trying to protect the ROs?

Hello! I wrote about the MC dying because I am a fellow angst fan! I may not have really put an emphasis on the MC doing it to protect the MC because at the moment it doesn’t matter to the ROs, the fact that the MC is hurt and dying is the only thing that they care about. Though after the reality settles in and the battle is won, they’ll all feel very much at fault and will each handle it differently.

Thank you for the fun ask and I hope you enjoy it!

Lily/Ollie/Oliver (She/They/Him)“L-lovey?” She asks, her voice catching in her throat as she watches your body fall to the ground with a painful thud. Heart stilled, she immediately reaches out to you and you can feel her body begin to shake as she holds onto you as a lifeline.

“You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay, lovey.” She whispers in your ear, tears already streaming down her cheeks at a fast rate though she quickly wipes it away when she notices you staring. “You’ve survived worse. You’ll get up. I j-just know you will.” She smiles painfully, tightening her hold on you as if her raw strength will keep you with her. Inwardly, she nods, reassuring herself. She’s seen some of your worse moments back in the cell. You’ve been knocked out before and like always, you’ll get up. You have to.

“Why’d you do that, MC?” She asks innocently, although deep inside she already knew the answer. After all, she’d do the same for you. She burrows her face in your neck, sobbing harshly into you, her soft hands fisting tightly into your top. “Why!” She shouts, her tear-stained face staring upwards to glare at you. She continues to stare at you, unbeknown to the people slowly advancing towards you, weapons drawn. Flaring with unstable emotions, her blue wall though not called on from her, begins to build up, seemingly feeding off her strong feelings towards you. The blue wall flashes with color, first red, next dark blue, and then finally black.

The advancers raise to attack but her blue wall immediately backs into defense. They swing their weapons towards it, though upon making contact with the wall, it immediately flings them back with an strong, unseeable force.

“Why.” Lily whispers, harshly rubbing her face with her hand, her voice becoming strangled as if she were the one dying; the battle long forgotten in her mind. You slowly close your eyes, the will in your body quickly diminishing. “L-lovey.” She says, her voice becoming completely broken and utterly hopeless. She squeezes your hand as you drift off before looking up and glaring at the monster who killed you. Her everything.

Victoria/Tor/Vick (She/They/Him)He stares at you in slow motion as you fall down, already waiting for you to get up and smile at him. This was just like a book he read; a romantic one he continued to reread and enjoy. He was very emotional with books though he’d never admit it. And just like the book, someone gets hurt but at this moment it didn’t fell like a book at all, it felt real. Too real, indeed. He looks at you, waiting for you to get up. You’d get up, he thought. just like the character did and kick ass. Or maybe he’d rush you to the hospital, where you’d wake up. It didn’t matter to him, just as long as you got up.

But you weren’t getting up. In fact, you’re weren’t even moving. He crouches down, his head tilted in genuine confusion. “MC?” He asks, his voice already beginning to take on a higher pitch as his worse reality begins to form right in front of his eyes. He jostles your shoulder, but still no movement. “MC?” He repeats, his worry steadily increasing as time passes. Quickly, yet gently he grabs you; already rushing to find someone, anyone that can help.

“Aila!” He shouts, drawing onlookers but he continues to run. “Chris!” He yells, searching for someone but in his state of mind, he sees no one. Eventually, he stops running, his fatigue collapsing as he continued to look for help, and stares at you in his arms.

“M-MC?” He whispers, realization finally dawning on him. He tightens his hold on you before falling down on his knees. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, MC.” He whispers, tears flowing down his cheeks as he caresses your face. “Why?” He says, looking up at the clouds; hopelessly searching for a miracle. “Why does everyone I love die?”

He gently passes you to one of the nurses running around. “I swear, if their body isn’t still here by the time I get back.” He threatens, a dark look overcoming his face. He sighs, deciding to leave it at that and heads back to where the battle was being fought. He had lost someone important to him, again. And he was going to do the same thing he had, then. He was going to make sure they didn’t die in vain but first there was someone specific on his list.

Christine/Chris/Chris (She/They/Him)Chris swings their arm up in their air, a raised fist pump. “We did it, MC. I knew we’d make a good time.” They say, finally turning around to look at you. But they don’t see you. “MC?” They ask bewildered, still looking around, side to side, for you. They notice a form and immediately their heart skips a beat in fear before they shake their head.

That’s not you, it couldn’t be, but the clothes are the same. They slowly walk towards you, in fear. They raise their shaking hand to their mouth as they catch sight of your face. “W-when…” They trail off, falling down to their knees beside you. They grip their fists, their power beginning to show as a gold tint lights up their eyes.

Your hand twitches, as if you could sense them. They immediately calm down, afraid they’d hurt you. “This is my fault, isn’t it?” They ask, a tear trailing its way downwards. They sigh, smashing their fist down towards the ground in anger. Immediately, they curse at the pain though as they stare at the blood beginning to flow from the cuts, they smile painfully.

“I’m such an idiot. I loved-love you, you know.” They mumble, glancing at your body before laying down next to it. They shiver at your body’s coldness and emotionless eyes. “This is the part where you say you love me too and we live happily ever after.”

They continue to lie down with you, as if a battle wasn’t currently being fought. They spot something in the corner of their eye and instantly move to protect your body. The blade strikes them instead and a fire begins to burn in their eyes. “What do you say, sweet pea?” They laugh humorously, stalking towards their now retreating prey. “Should I kill them quickly or painfully.” They ask, staring at your body as if it were going to reply. They turn back to the attacker, almost in glee while taking the knife out of their side. “Painfully it is then.“

Fable (She/They/Him)Fable rushes at you, capturing you in his arms right before you fall to the ground. He glares at the retreating figure not even finding the desire to hunt them down while you lay there, hurt. “Are you okay?” He asks, turning all his attention towards you with a vulnerable look in his eye.

“Don’t speak.” He softly instructs once he notices you try to struggle to. He gently lays his grips his hand around your wrist, his eyes roaming all over your injuries. He sags in defeat, already knowing that there’s no way you’re coming back from this. Yet he still tries, shouting out orders to the people still fighting. “I need a first aid kit!” He growls, forcibly grabbing the supplies before they can hand it to him.

“It’s okay, MC. You’re gonna be fine.” He reassures, meeting your eyes; a new level of determination and desperation entering his posture. “I’m gonna make sure of it.” He hesitates, his face scrunching up in sadness before injecting you with a needle. Immediately, you begin to struggle, horrid memories appearing in your mind but soon you start to feel relaxed, tired even.

Your eyes stare at him as he continues to work on you though eventually, his movements start to slow down and he stares at you; tears rolling down his face. “I’m sorry.” He mutters, placing his forehead against yours, his tears starting to rain down on your face. “Please stay.” He whimpers, shaking his head in denial. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. So please stay for me; for us.” He reaches for your hand, squeezing it gently before shaking his head again.

“I’m sorry, was that selfish?” He looks at you, a small obviously forced smile expressed on his face. “I guess I’ll have to be selfish this one time.” He sniffles, his whole posture vulnerable as he leans into you, one more time.

Aila (She)Her whole attention immediately shifts from the battle as she catches sight of your fall, her inhumane speed allowing her to grabs you before you endure more damage and pain. “Darling.” She says, her breath forcibly taken out of her as you land on her. She quickly takes notice of your faint, almost silent pulse; her own starting to mimic yours and she stares at you in disbelief and denial. Hastily, she looks around her surroundings, her eyes catching sight of the one who bravely attacked you.

Her teeth bare and she swiftly takes a knife from another member of the dead, instantly taking aim at the person’s head. Although, not the best at combat, the knife connects and Aila watches with sadness as the person falls. She turns back to you, her expression breathtakingly calm and full of regret. “I’m sorry, darling. I just took you from one hell to another, didn’t I?” She whispers, her hand playing with your hair.

“It’s okay.” She coos, somehow beginning to lay down on the ground with you secured safely on top of her. “I’ll keep you safe.” She murmurs, her eyes beginning to tear up though against all odds, she manages to keep them from spilling. She knew she she shouldn’t have fallen in love with you but she did. She cursed herself, did her feelings cause this? She clenched her eyes shut. She didn’t want to regret it but if not being involved with you would have kept you alive, she can’t help but curse everything.

No, she wouldn’t spend her last moments with you like this. She wouldn’t regret anything but not being able to save you. “I love you, darling. I always will.” She whispers, kissing you last one time on the forehead. “I’m so s-sorry.” She mumbles, her whole body beginning to shake as the cries she tried so hard to keep in begin to escape.

Hayden (They)They turn around immediately cutting down the person who dared lay a hand on you. “No!” They shout, once they finally turn to you, already lost before they could hold you one more time. They curse themselves, rushing over to your body; no one daring to attack them.

“MC.” They say, skidding to a stop right beside your body. They fall on their hands, collecting cuts along the way though their attention is solely focused on you. “You idiot.” They curse, although their tone is soft. Way softer than usual. “I’m supposed to protect you, that’s my job, my responsibility; not yours.” They say, their hand cradling your head as they try and stop their tears from flowing.

“Why?” They ask, their voice quiet and will broken. “I’m nobody important, not compared to you anyway.” They say, shaking their head at you. They sniffle, their eyes closed in denial. “Aila’s going to kill you if you die.” They laugh painfully at the irony. “She’ll kill me too.” They say, opening their eyes to stare into your unmoving ones. “That’s why you did this, right? So I wouldn’t die? It’ll all turn to waste; so that’s why you have to live.” They say, though they don’t even make sense to themself.

Is this what I’ll become without them? A crazed lunatic? No, they think shaking their head. A heartbroken mess? “Please, MC? I promise I won’t be so overbearing and protective.” They lie, knowing that if the MC somehow miraculously made it, they’d be on them like moths on light.

They place their sword next to your body, reluctantly getting up. “I’m sorry.” They part, walking back towards the battle; injuring everyone who gets in their way and not glancing back as they feel their heart break in two. They feel a tear slide down their face but they advance onwards, feeling nothing as they continue their hunt.

#Christine/Chris/Chris #Lily/Ollie/Oliver #Victoria/Tor/Vick #Fable #Aila #Hayden #thebrandings #death #allROs #angst #Anon #Olivia/Ollie/Oliver

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