#oh that THICK black stripe that was so sexy
Text
My night in Hollywood
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Chris Evans x Henry Cavill x Male reader
Summary: Your first film role definitely has its ups and downs. A large pay check? Good. A kickstart to your career? Even better. But a night with three of Hollywoods leading men? The absolute best
Word count: 1.4k
Warnings: 18+, SMUT, daddy kink, pet names “little boy, baby, doll”, ass slapping, stripping, nipple playing, breeding kink, dick sucking, handjob, unprotected sex
Who knew being famous was so tough?
I’m constantly being bombarded by fans desperate for an autograph. The Hollywood life seems glamorous, and that it is, but not without its downside. The upside? All the hot actors in Hollywood, oh how I loved seeing a sexy man on screen. I recently landed a role on a film with some of Hollywoods leading men and holy cow was it a joyride. I walked into the hotel I would be staying at for the shooting of this film and who do I see as soon as I walk into the elevator? Henry Cavill, Sebastian Stan, and Chris Evans.
The scarlet color on my face is noticeable as I instantly start fanboying over the three buff men. “Hello there, you’re y/n right? I’m Henry, pleasure to meet you love”. He stuck his thick hand out and I shook it with much ebullience. I took my spot in the elevator, right in between Sebastian and Chris, feeling so small next to the 6 feet men.
What was in reality 30 seconds felt like 3 hours in the elevator. Sweat building up on my forehead as the men continued to spark conversation with me. My words fumbled and completely shaky. We reached my floor and I bolted out the doors and hastily walked to my room and instantly shut the door. I was a mess. My chest popping in and out of my body, a noticeable bulge in my tight pants. But as I went to change my clothes, a small envelope slid through my door.
“Reservation at Giovanni’s Italian cuisine for two, 7:30 pm at the luxury suite.
My baby y/n, please join me tonight for dinner, I would love to get to know you. See you soon, Sebastian”
I was fucked. Butterflies pacing through my stomach as the feeling of love and affection enveloped my soul. But was I gonna pass up this opportunity? Hell no. I checked the clock and it was currently 6:00, “how the hell did he reserve the place so quickly?” I thought. I rushed into my luggage and picked out a loose blue and white striped button up and white kakis which kinda showed off my ass.
I got into my car, put my sunglasses on and started driving to the restaurant. “What if he doesn’t like me?” “What if this is all a joke?” Thoughts filled my head as I headed to the restaurant, making me more nervous than I already was.
I walked in and it was the most classy restaurant I have ever been to. Red velvety floors covered the place with beautiful floral arrangements and classical music. “Reservation with Sebastian at 7:30, in the luxury suite,” I said to the hostess. “Right this way please,” she replied as we walked up the extravagant stairs into the luxury suite. She opened the door and
There he was
Waiting for me in a tight black polo shirt that complimented his rippling biceps, and jeans that were definitely, tight. “H-hi Sebastian,” I said with a trembling voice. He walked up to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. “Hey y/n, I’m so happy you came tonight, I hope you like this place cause I really wanted to have a great time tonight, please sit.”
I sat down in the expensive chair and couldn’t help but notice the beautiful view from the window. “Wow! This place is so nice, I can see the whole city from here!” Sebastian grabbed my hand. “Yeah it’s nice but I think I like what I see from here more,” biting his lip. I instantly started blushing, biting my lip to try and calm it down but the redness of my cheeks just got more obvious. I was completely fucked, in a desperate way to change the subject, “So, I wanna try this ravioli they got here, I heard it’s amazing”, I said trying to change the subject. “Yeah let me order, I already know what I’m getting”.
Sebastian ordered our food and I was set for the best date, and the first date, of my life. Who knew a celebrity could be so down to earth and so cordial? But of course, the physical and, sexual appeal was crazy as the Romanian man was extremely romantic.
“Oh, well I’m stuffed, we should get going. This food is pre-paid so don’t even worry about it. Should I take you home?” “Oh thanks but I drove here so I think I’ll be fine,” I answered. “Are you sure?”, he asked with a serious somewhat dour look on his face. “Uhm, actually, maybe you should,” I said nervously hoping he wouldn’t be offended.
We cleaned up and left the restaurant, he took me into his expensive car and started driving back to the hotel. Something felt off, he was being extremely seductive and touchy, grabbing my thigh and rubbing my chest. Did I like it? Of course.
I walked into the hotel and entered the elevator with him just to see two familiar faces once again, Chris and Henry.
“Oh y/n! Great to see you again! Looks like you’ve had some fun with my friend Seb huh?” Chris said with a funny expression. I couldn’t help but nod and gulp as I entered the elevator with the three men.
We were going up and all of a sudden, Sebastian presses the emergency stop button. I was completely confounded, not knowing what was going on. I tried to push the button again but the three men cornered me in this godforsaken box.
“What does this little boy think he’s doing?” Henry asked as he stroked my hair. I started to sweat, and slightly panic. “W-why’d you stop the elevator?” I said hoping this just was some kind of stupid joke. I reached for the button again until Sebastian covered my mouth with his large hand and pinned me up against the wall.
I didn’t even have time to say anything before my clothes started coming off. They started kissing and biting my body relentlessly and I couldn’t help but moan and whine. “Oh baby I wanna fuck you so bad,” Sebastian said as he and Chris started removing my shirt and pants, leaving me in my tiny little spandex.
“Lay in my lap doll,” Henry said gesturing toward me. I felt so exposed and fragile in the moment. “Count” he said as he smacked my ass cheek. I screamed and jolted a little at the surprising pain and arousal that came from it, “o-one” *SMACK* “t-two” *SMACK* “t-three”. One slap quickly became 15 as Henry continued slapping my ass cheeks until they were bright scarlet and my cheeks were soaked in tears.
“What a good boy you are, now let daddy make you feel good,” Sebastian sad as he grabbed my and gagged my mouth. I was in heaven. Henry started twisting and teasing my nipples as Chris shoved his fingers in and out of my hole. Sebastian rubbing up against my body and his dirty talk made me more aroused than I should’ve been. Cock twitching and my skin soaked in sweat. “Daddy!” I whined as my body was being violated by three sexy men. “Oh the things you do to me baby, now open up for daddy”.
Sebastian whipped out his 10 inch cock and teased my hole making more unholy noises leave my mouth. And all of a sudden, *THRUST* his dick was sliding in and out my hole at a rapid pace. Henry shoved his dick into my mouth and started fucking my face. I moaned on his dick sending vibrations up his cock. “Ugh f-fuck baby you’re so naughty. In the midst of all this sexual pleasure, Chris shoved his dick in my hand. “Come on baby, make me cum,” he said as I started jerking him off.
I was gonna lose it, my body completely drowned in pleasure. “D-addy, I c-can’t take it! I’m gonna c-cum daddy!”. “C-come on baby, w-wait for your daddies, don’t be a s-selfish little b-boy”. At those words, my cock shot a load of cum onto Sebastian’s broad chest. Sebastian felt my hole tighten around his cock and came in my hole, filling my walls with his warm and sticky baby batter. I was completely cum drunk. I collapsed onto Henry’s chest. The three men held me in their strong embrace as the night neared its end, nothing could have ruined this night, except the fact that we were in a damn elevator.
THE END
Thanks for reading everyone hope y’all enjoyed it! (I know it kinda sucks)
#Henrycavill#chris evans#sebastian stan#henry cavill x y/n#chris evans x y/n#sebastian stan x y/n#gay#gaysmut#henry cavill x male reader#chris evans x male reader#sebastian stan x male reader#fanfic
998 notes
·
View notes
Text
Lingerie 🎀
word count: 1.5k
୨♡୧
All day you had been thinking about the Victoria's Secret bag hidden away in the back of your closet, stashed behind one of your thick fur winter coats where you were sure Frank would not go looking.
Inside the striped bag, was a sexy lace thong and bra set in Frank's favourite colour, black. Baby pink bows adorned the two garments, adding your own personal touch to them.
Frank had been away on a work thing for the past few days, and the loneliness was killing you. Every time he went away on a job, he got a new burner phone, which you were only allowed to contact in case of an emergency, no exceptions.
But tonight was the night he was due home. All you wanted to do right now was order in your favourite takeaway, watch a movie with your boyfriend and then have hot dirty sex all night long.
The more you thought about Frank the more your mind drifted off to that pink striped bag stashed away in your closet. The angel on your shoulder was telling you the outfit you were wearing right now, grey sweatpants and a black crop top, was better and comfier than the sexy underwear set. However, the devil was telling you to go put that set on, add the white heels you knew Frank loved so much and surprise him as he walked in that front door.
You bite your lip just thinking about surprising Frank, having long steamy sex and then lounging around with takeaway food and movies for the rest of the night. The devil on your shoulder had just stomped on the angel's speech as you jumped up from the sofa excitedly and sped off to your bedroom.
You threw off your clothes into a pile in the corner of your bedroom, shoving the rows of shoes away to reveal the bag of goods. Grabbing it and pulling away the tissue paper at the top, you pull out the thong and bra and throw them onto your bed.
Pulling off your own panties, you watch yourself in your mirror, practising your seductive moves in preparation for your boyfriend. After putting on the lacy set, you felt nothing but the definition of sexy.
The white heels you had planned on wearing were suddenly outshone by the platform black heels sitting beside them.
"Hm, eenie meenie mynie... mo!" you point your finger at the black heels and stalk over to them, stepping into them and turning around to see yourself in the wall length mirror.
As your admiring yourself in the mirror, the sound of the old front door creaking open echoes throughout the apartment. You quickly grab the black silk robe hanging in the closet just as you hear Frank call out, "Y/n?"
You use your foot to open the bedroom door, leaning against the frame. You hadn't tied the robe fully, so your sexy underwear set was still on full show for Frank.
He had his back to you when you first saw him, but the squeak from the bedroom door caught his attention. As his eyes met yours, you could practically see the lust spilling out of them.
"Holy..." he mumbles as he pulls his black hoodie off his body. His t-shirt lifted up with the hoodie and you could see his defined abs in the dim living room lighting.
You stalked towards him, dragging your finger up your thigh and pulling up the bottom of your robe slightly. Your hair still lightly curled from the previous day.
"Like what you see?" you smile and stop a few feet in front of him as his eyes roam every inch of your body as if it were his first time seeing you.
"Fuck me.. I... You're so.." he fumbles over his words as he walks towards you, eyes not leaving your body. His brown eyes finally look into yours as he combs his fingers through your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear.
"I love you so much," he mumbles as his hands caress their way down your body until they meet your hips, pulling you closer to him. You can feel his boner through his jeans, desperate to be let free.
You grab his hand and lead him towards the bedroom. He follows behind, no doubt staring at your ass or legs, oh how he loves your legs. You push him down onto the edge of the bed, standing in between his muscly thighs.
"And I love you too, Castle." You kiss his lips, softly at first until his hands tug at the shoulders of your robe, dragging it down your body and off your arms. He kisses your neck and chest, his hand groping your boobs. You let out a few soft moans as he kisses further down your chest and stomach. You could now clearly see the outline of his hard cock through his jeans, and decided to help him out.
You drop down to you knees so your face is in-front of his crotch, peering up at him with innocent eyes. You unbutton his jeans and teasingly slow begin to pull his zipper down, holding eye contact the entire time. He lifts his hips for you to pull the jeans down his legs further, and his cock was now tenting his boxers.
You kiss his boner through the thin black material, as your fingers tease at pulling down the band. He lets out quiet grunts as you kiss him, his eyes watching you the entire time. Finally, satisfied with your reading you pull his boxers down his legs and grab his cock. Your hands must've been cold as he jumped slightly when you grabbed him. Your tongue licks up the length of his dick, circling around the tip before taking his whole length in your mouth. When you come back up Frank's head is bent backwards in ecstasy. You repeat this several times until your eyes are full of tears and are sure your mascara is running down your cheeks from the length of him.
You stand back up to your full height and straddle Frank, wrapping your arms around his neck to stable yourself. He places his big hands on your waist and snaps one of the strings of your thong against your skin, a smirk playing on his face.
You move your thong to the side and lower yourself onto his cock, rubbing the head against your clit a few times before Frank guides himself inside of you. You lean your forehead against his as he fills you up, sending butterflies to your stomach. He waits a minute and kisses your lips sensually as you get use to his length, before beginning to bounce up and down on his cock. You moan loudly, not caring if the old woman who loves to make noise complaints about you and Frank, or if anyone walking by the apartment could hear. You were happy right now, and nobody could ruin that for you.
You can feel your thighs beginning to ache and Frank notices too, using his hands to guide you up and down his cock before he grabs hold of you and throws you onto the bed. He kicks off his jeans and boxers that had been around his ankles for the past few minutes.
He stands at the end of the bed and grabs hold of your waist, pulling you down so his cock is rubbing against your clothed pussy. With one swift movement, he grabs hold of the side of your thong and pulls it clean off, earning a gasp from you.
"Frank!" you say in shock but with a smile on your face.
"That's better," he mumbles before placing his hands under your back and unhooking your bra, pulling it away from your body. You sit up on your elbows as he takes in your body. Your beautiful, sexy body.
He grabs your hips and dips his head between your legs, grabbing one of your legs and throwing it over his shoulder. He licks a long stripe up your pussy, sending shock waves through your body when he his hot tongue came in contact with your clit.
"Fuck, Frank," you moan and place your hand on the back of his head. He looks up at you as he latches onto your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue across it. It doesn't take long before you can feel your orgasm forming in your stomach. Your grip on Frank's short hair tightens as your knees instinctively try to close the closer you come to your orgasm.
Frank uses his hand to hold down your leg and uses the other hand to finger fuck you. His thick fingers were something you could never get tired of.
"Frank I'm gonna... I'm," you try to mumble out the sentence but he speeds up his fingers and your orgasm untangles through your body, sending waves of pleasure through every inch of you.
Frank climbs further up the bed, using his knee to keep your legs open and lays his arms over your head, trapping you beneath him. His hot breath tickles your ear, sending butterflies straight to your stomach, "Ready for round two?"
161 notes
·
View notes
Note
Bill x female reader (2011) yn and Bill meet for the first time at a fashion show , they feel a strong attraction and she invitees him at her hotel.
He wants to eat her out they also try 69 lots of dirty talk please
Love your work!!
Hi yes lovely!!
Chemistry
PAIRINGS: Bill 2011 x Female reader
CONTENT: FLUFF + SMUT
SYPNOSIS: Bill spots Y/N in the crowd of one of his fashion shows, he winks at her and calls her backstage after he's done. They get to know each other and they both feel a strong connection to eachother, unlike with anyone else they've been with. She then invites him to her hotel to "get to know eachother more" wink wink.
A/N: HES SO SEXY AHHHH MEOW MEOW PURR
WARNINGS: bill!dom, reader!sub, eating out, 69, dirty talk (lots oml), also praising
I was at a fashion event with my friends, Dsquared Fall/Winter 2010 fashion show, we had been to a lot of different fashion shows but this one was just different, one of the models was absolutely gorgeous, the way his hair was slicked back and his weird outfits made me slightly turned on.
I was staring at him in awe, taking in his beautiful features, I guess he caught onto it because he looked back at me. It snapped me out of my trance and I gave him a quick smile, my face flushed from embarassment. He winked at me and walked off, my heart stopped in that moment, the guy I had been obsessively admiring all night just winked at me? Oh. my. god.
After the show finished, I stood up and went to walk out but security stopped me. I thought I was in trouble, shit..did they see me take a swig from the vodka bottle in my purse? Hopefully not.
I acted as normal as I could, preparing to get arrested or just handed a fine, but instead he said "Bill Kaulitz wants to see you backstage" he smiled softly. Bill? The guy who winked at me? Who else would it be...I bit my lip and nodded, following the security guard and waving to my friends as they left.
I smiled like an idiot, a big grin on my face as I was led to his dressing room. I knocked on the door and he opened it, his tall, slender figure towering over me. My breathing hitched, I didn't realize how tall he actually was compared to me, I never took it into account, he was just so handsome that the rest of his body didn't matter.
"Hi.." I said shyly, blush creeping up my neck and onto my face. "Hey gorgeous, come in" he said in his thick german accent, the one that sent me into a chokehold. I stepped inside and sat in a nearby chair, playing with my fingers, looking down at the floor.
I felt him grab my chin to face him, my eyes widened a little bit. "Don't be shy prinzessin, what's your name?" "y/n, y/n l/n" I smiled warmly, he chuckled "what a beautiful name y/n, beautiful like you" he smirked, I giggled nervously, he made me fold from his words, and he could tell. Fuck.
We talked for about 2 hours non stop, after the 15 minute mark we finally broke the barier and I'm glad we did, he was so interesting, so kind and charming. A security guard came in and warned us that the studio was gonna close in 15 minutes, we looked at eachother and then at the time and laughed as we realized we had been talking for so long. It only felt like 10 minutes. I seriously felt a strong connection to him, unlike any other i've ever felt before.
"Do you wanna go back to my hotel room? We can continue to talk there" I chuckled, he nodded and packed his things from the office and closed the door behind him. He suddenly grabbed my hand, holding it in his, I looked up at him and he winked at me. "Cmon, let's go." he said, chuckling at my reaction.
As we got to the parking lot I remembered we caught a taxi there, "fuck.." I muttered under my breath "what's wrong prinzessin?" i sighed "I forgot, I didn't even drive here, I'm so sorry I can call us a taxi, I should've remembered" I groaned.
He put his hand on my shoulder lovingly, "hey don't worry, my car is here" he smiled and walked me to his car, it was a beautiful dark blue colour with black stripes on the hood and the back. "Woah, your car is so cool" I traced it with my fingers before getting into the passanger seat. He hopped into the drivers seat and started the car, the engine roaring loudly.
He sped off to where I said my hotel was, when we arrived he opened the door for me and I giggled "such a gentleman" I winked at him and he smirked, grabbing my hand again and walking with me up to my room.
Not one moment was awakward, we continued to talk for hours more, about everything and also nothing. He was the type of person where you could talk about stupid things and it would be interesing. I slowly layed back into the bed, he was still at the end of the bed and we were talking as usual.
Then, things became tense, not in a bad way, but it's like the air was thicker. He slowly crawled to me onto the bed and hovered on top of me, "you're so sexy.." he whispered in my ear, I gasped as he started to suck my neck, slowly and softly, leaving little marks. Then he moved onto my lips, capturing them in a passionate kiss. The way our lips moved so perfectly, like they were made for each other sent sparks flying.
I placed one hand the back of his head, continuing the passionate embrace. His lips were so soft, so gentle and kind. Not rough or unkind.
"Can I try something liebe? You might like it.." he smirked, I nodded hesitently. He slowly moved down to my area, looking up at me for conformation. I nodded eagerly and slowly took my skirt off, along with my panties, exposing my wet cunt.
His mouth opened slightly, groaning at the sight of my pussy. He locked his arms around my legs and started to softly kiss and suck on my clit. I moaned softly "fuck..i've never done this before Bill.." he looked up at me "don't worry prinzessin, you're in great hands.." he smirked and continued his movements.
"Mmm..feels so good Bill" I rolled my eyes back, grabbing onto his hair and tugging it slightly. "So good baby, your pussy tastes amazing..fuck.." he groaned against my heat, licking and sucking up my juices.
He would occasionaly lick my whole pussy, from clit to hole. Making me shudder. My moans would get louder and more urgent when he would stick his tongue into my hole.
"Fuck..this pussy is so good, you're so fucking sexy" he continued his attack on my cunt, repeating movements that made me cry out in pleasure.
I felt my orgasm approaching, my clit becoming even more sensitive as his tongue flicked my bud. With one last loud moan my orgasm washed over me and I came hardly, he chuckled and licked up everything I gave him, careful not to overstimulate me.
He pulled himself up and kissed me roughly, tasting myself on his lips.
"Come here baby, let's try something else" he smirked, flipping us over so I was on top of him, "turn around liebe" he guided me so my head was near his cock and my pussy was on his face. "Go ahead, take my cock out for me baby..it's aching" he moaned, I happily obliged and slowly took his cock out of his pants, revealing the precum that leaked out of his cock. It was throbbing so hard, making me so wet.
"Come on baby, suck it" he latched onto my pussy, kissing and licking it again. I moaned and leaned down, putting his cock in my mouth and sucking, bobbing my head up and down at a fast pace.
I groaned, his tongue piercing against my clit drived me wild, his cock was almost too big for me, choking and gagging on it as I sucked. It hit the back of my throat, tears threatening to escape my eyes.
I continued to suck his length, saliva sticking around my mouth. I moaned against his cock as he sucked my pussy. Pulling away slightly as the pleasure took over my body. "Fuck..don't stop baby.." he groaned "doing so good, cmon" my shaky hands returned to his cock, pumping it a few times before putting it back into my mouth, sucking on it graciously.
"Fuck..gonna cum.." he moaned loudly against my cunt, the vibrations making me whimper. I picked up my pace, eagerly wanting him to cum in my mouth, sucking hard and fast. His cock twitched before shooting a massive load into my mouth, it was almost like he hadn't came for WEEKS. I winced at all the cum in my mouth and swallowed it, cringing at the taste.
Slowly after my orgasm hit, cumming all over his mouth. He again licked all my sweetness up, making sure he didn't leave even so much as a drop left.
I turned around and collapsed onto his chest, trying to regain my breath. "Fuck..that was so good liebe.." he panted out. I nodded and looked up at him, softly smiling.
E/N: HEY GUYS HOW WAS IT? I LOVED WRITING THIS AHHH, ty for the love and support it means the world to me <3
#tokiohotel#tom kaulitz#bill kaulitz#georg listing#gustav schäfer#bill kaulitz smut#tokio hotel x reader#bill kaulitz x female reader#bill kaulitz x y/n#bill kaulitz x you#bill kaulitz x reader
84 notes
·
View notes
Text
⊹ 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 & 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 & 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
✩⋆ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: Desdemona Adrienne Nausikáa
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: I was feeling some spice with our sexy siren lady
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: MDNI, NSFW content, oral, tentacle fucking, shapeshifting, references to cannibalism, semi-pubic space, reader wears a bikini
Desdemona's cherry-black lips grin gleefully to herself as she pulls at the little bow of your bikini bottoms over your left hip and the clothing falls away from you, revealing your sticky pussy to her milky eyes.
She has your hips held firmly in her strong arms, claws digging into your soft flesh as she holds your lower half away from the sea foam that's lapping at your body, laid on a sandy bank amongst the rock pools, out of sight.
She lets out a soft moan as she buries her face into your soft slit, smearing her lipstick over your puffy skin. Her grip on you tightens a little as she inhales your scent deeply and laps at your arousal like you’re the finest meal she’s had in her life. As she moans softly into your core, you recall what she’d said as you put on your bikini that morning:
“Oh, why don’t you just look good enough to eat, treasure?” She grins, flashing pearly teeth that are just a little too sharp and have a small red smear over the bottom row at the front. Anyone else might think it’s a smudge from the dark tint on her lips but you know better: she’s just had her breakfast. Her cloudy eyes survey your form and her feathers puff up a little, a slight heat in her cheeks paired with that smirk telling you that she likes what she sees.
Evidently, she likes what she sees so much that she just couldn’t wait until the two of you were home. Each of her moans seem to wash you with a new wave of arousal and you know it’s the hypnosis embedded into her voice, even if she’s not intending to put you under her spell. So now here you are, hidden away in a cove with the waves washing against your back and shoulders while she greedily laps up your wetness, your bikini bottoms hanging from one leg by your hip.
She hums lowly as she suckles your clit into her warm mouth, looking up at you through thick lashes to see how you react to such vibrations in such a sensitive place of your body. She presses a soft kiss to your bud then as if you praise you just for feeling good. Her pale eyes land on the soft mounds of your breasts and she licks a wet stripe through your slit.
“Move that top aside for me, treasure…” Her nose nudges against your clit now as she teases your hole with the tip of your tongue, “Let me see you play with your pretty tits for me and I’ll give my good girl a reward, yeah?” You can’t help but whimper at her being so commanding but with such a caring, sensitive tone. You push the material of your bikini top aside and whine as you pinch your nipples between thumbs and forefingers for her, squeezing and fondling yourself as she hoists your hips a little higher. “That’s my girl~”
And you can’t help but suck in a short gasp, hips jerking as she pushes her tongue into you. But your lover is a siren, a shapeshifter of her own right, and she knows how to use that for more than just luring prey into deep waters. Her tongue is longer, thicker, more dextrous as a tentacle slips into your eager pussy, clenching around it as she explores your insides. She moans softly and holds you firmly as you squirm, enjoying the sight of you playing with your soft breasts as she eats you out. You’re clenching on her tendril-like tongue now and it makes her groan, pulling away for a moment to kitten lick your clit with a perfectly human tongue, kiss it with lipstick-smeared lips.
“You taste so sweet, treasure… better than blood and hearts and marrow~” Her words are morbid, yes, but you know they’re a profound confession from her of just how much she adores your body.
Her wet hair hangs in inky tendrils past her shoulders as she looks up at you through thick lashes, her inhuman tongue working wonders within your walls, her lipstick-smeared lips wrapping around your soft pussy as though trying to engulf it and your eyes roll back as you swear you feel a second, smaller, tentacle suction onto your clit. You’re only vaguely aware of the noises you’re letting out as the waves crash nearby and Desdemona moans into your slit.
“Listen to how you sing for me, pretty girl~” You feel the stroke of her wings on either side of your body, having pushed upwards to stroke against your spread thighs, tickling you in a sensual way and as your hips jerk against her face, the fin of her pale blue-silver tail slaps against the wet sand as she resists the urge to just have her way with you as you are. You’re only distantly aware of how you’re desperately chanting her name through needy little moans and panted breaths when you feel that extended tongue of hers slip out and catch a peek of it retreating back behind her slightly fanged teeth when you whimper and snap your head down to look at her.
Desdemona delicately wipes around her mouth with her thumb as she laughs softly. She’s tying up the side of your bikini again as you look at her with pouty lips, silently demanding an explanation.
“I’m taking you home, treasure.” She helps you to sit upright as she smirks at your state, still flushed and softly panting for breath, “I’ve got plans for you, you’re going to be my little doll until you can’t take it anymore~!” She flashes a playful wink and taps your nose softly as she rises to her feet. The siren’s wings block out the light so it comes spilling in from behind her and you realise you hadn’t even noticed when she shifted from tail to legs. She holds a hand out and you reach out to take it, feeling her firm grip around you and knowing she can lock you into submission without even using her powerful voice.
You stand up to head home.
𓋼𓍊⋆ﾟ like my work? why not:
⋆ support me ⋆ join my taglist ⋆ follow/reblog
@edensrose @writing-noah @itseivwhore @generalpuppeh @aetheriial @black-rose-29
#✧･ﾟINTO THE FOREST#✩⋆ﾟDESDEMONA NAUSIKÁA#siren oc#siren oc x reader#siren x reader#terato#terato x reader#monster oc#monster girlfriend#monster girlfriend x reader
35 notes
·
View notes
Note
Vanessa loved her usual routine of stripping down and lying naked on the soft cushions of her bed. Her new husband Barry insisted that she buy a queen-sized bed.
"Anything for my Queen," he murmured. Vanessa blushed and began to prepare herself for his arrival. He was a Pollen Jock so she knew he was coming home from a long day's work. Vanessa licked her lips as she recalled the muscles that he had earned from his hard labor. It had been a year since Barry's lawsuit, and her little honeybee wasn't so little anymore.
'He's actually way bigger than I expected,' she thought with a giggle. Who knew? Vanessa spread her legs apart. She slipped her fingers into her crotch and began to moan loudly. 'Oh yes, right there!' She thought as she pictured her husband buzzing inside her. She loved the dangerous feeling of his round, fuzzy body and his sexy pulsating wings vibrating from within her. He couldn't use his stinger without dying, but he and Vanessa had come up with a compromise. She stroked the edge of his stinger with her pointer finger whenever they slept together. It was a taboo turn-on, but they both loved to take dangerous risks. Vanessa pulled her fingers out and orgasmed at the thought. She closed her eyes and let the white, sticky substance flow. She closed her legs and bit her lip as her inner thighs rubbed against her raw pussy. She laid her arm on a pillow and looked at the door longingly. Just then, Barry flew in through the door. She made sure to keep it ajar so that he could slip in easily.
"Honey, I'm home!" He called out. Vanessa beamed as her husband took off his tiny hat. He was in a black business suit with a striped tie. It was way better than his dusty old turtleneck sweater.
'And hotter, too,' she noted with a grin.
"Welcome back, Barr-bear," she drawled out. Barry grinned and flew towards her. He admired her naked figure before he turned around and beat his wings against her perky nipples.
"Did you miss me?" He asked in a husky tone. Vanessa began to pant quietly.
"You know I did. What took you so long?" She asked. She eyed him curiously.
"Oh you know, it's springtime and all. Those daisies don't pollinate themselves!" He laughed.
"Did you bring any with you this time?" She had gotten him in the habit of rubbing around in the pollen. She loved the sensations that she got from the thick, golden powder.
"I can't pollinate you without it, now can I?" He teased. "Now beehive and spread your legs," he instructed her. Vanessa giggled and followed his command. She knew that he meant to say 'behave,' but she thought that he unintentional puns were absolutely adorable. Barry flew over to her clit and buried his face in it. Vanessa moaned as he rubbed his pollen-covered body all over it. He took off his clothes and let his fuzzy figure stroke her beautiful red anatomy. His wife's back arched as each fine hair hit her. It felt like her clit was on fire! Barry kissed the area and grinned. His wife was just as experimental as he was, and he loved every minute of it. "Honey Bunches of Oats, I have something that will Cheerio up a little," he told her. He meant to say 'honey' and 'cheer you up,' but he just had to slip a couple bee puns in there.
"What is it?" She breathed.
"I want to be inside you," he whispered. "All of me."
"But Barry, that's-!"
"You don't want me to?" He asked. His sapphire blue eyes stared into her green ones. Vanessa bit her lip.
"You… you might die. It's too dangerous, Barry-kins. I don't want you to get hurt."
"If I die, then I'll always be inside you. Right here." He poked the area surrounding her vaginal opening. Vanessa nodded.
"If you're sure." She gave him permission to enter her and he flew within the hole. Vanessa gasped at his startling entrance. A worker bee was inside of her! She started to have her doubts before Barry flew up into her G-spot. He slammed his whole body against it and she screamed. Cum began to build up inside of her and it came out. Barry considered swimming in it, but he knew that it would damage his wings. He needed to fly to get the job done. Barry's wings pulsated as he flew over to her vaginal walls. He rapidly moved from one area to another, making sure that Vanessa felt a sensation unlike any other. He continued to fly up until he reached her uterus. He knew what he had to do. The bee stung her uterus, instantly killing the child that Vanessa had unknowingly shared with her ex-boyfriend Ken. He killed himself along with it, and his corpse hung inside of her uterus. Vanessa screamed in agony upon realizing what her husband had done. She tried to reach into her vagina, but she could only stick three fingers in. She sobbed as she pictured her husband's corpse inside of her, but then she stopped and realized something. He had pollinated her! They could still have a child! It was nonsensical, sure, but so was a talking bee. She began to weep onto her pillow, hoping that her child would be just as incredible as Barry was.
5 Months Later
Vanessa smiled as she rubbed her baby bump. It was small, but it was definitely there. 5 months of vomiting and cravings reassured her of the fact. It was hard living without a husband to support their side business at Vanessa and Barry: Flowers, Honey, and Legal Advice, but she always hired new assistants. Vanessa suddenly felt an intense urge to go urinate, so she went into the bathroom and lowered her skirt. She seemed to pee for hours before she widened her eyes. That wasn't just ordinary piss. Her water broke! She looked down in the toilet and widened her eyes. Inside that porcelain bowl was none other than Barry's corpse. Vanessa let out a broken soap as she stared at it. 'This can't be happening,' she thought. Time seemed to stop as she watched his unmoving wings gently touch the toilet water.
"Goodbye… Barry," she whispered before flushing the toilet. "I'll never forget you." She took out her cell phone and dialed 911.
"911, what's your emergency?" The operator asked.
"My water just broke," she explained. "My husband has been dead for five months and I… I don't know what to do!" She wailed.
"Calm down, ma'am, we'll send an ambulance over momentarily. Would you mind telling me where you are right now?" The operator asked. Vanessa gave her the address and hung up the phone. She waited for a couple of minutes before the ambulance came. She was placed in a gurney and rolled to the ambulance. Sirens could be heard as the ambulance raced to the hospital. Vanessa was raced to the delivery room and a thought occurred to her.
'Wait a minute… It hasn't even been nine months yet!' She panicked as she was placed onto a hospital bed. There were two nurses and a doctor in front of her.
"Breathe," the doctor instructed. Vanessa began hyperventilating and she started to push. The baby was coming out fast. Too fast. "Yes, that's it, you're doing fine. Keep going," he told her. Vanessa kept pushing until the baby came out. One nurse screamed and the other one fainted. The doctor widened his eyes and put his gloves on before yanking the baby off of the umbilical cord and holding it up. "What on earth is this thing?" He muttered to himself. The baby wasn't much of a baby at all. It was a horrifying mix of bee and human. It had insect-like black eyes and fuzz all over its pale human skin. There was a stinger where its anus was supposed to be, and tiny wings were embedded into its back. "I don't even know what gender it is. No, I don't want to know. We have to flush it, Mrs. Benson. It's the only way."
"No!" She screamed. Vanessa held her baby close to her chest in order to protect it. "I won't let you take him or her! I already had to flush my husband down the toilet. I can't flush my baby too!" She exclaimed. The doctor stared at her in disbelief before spotting a sleek black iPhone on the floor. He couldn't believe what he saw. The nurse who fainted had been recording the whole thing! The doctor remembered what Vanessa said about flushing her husband down the toilet and he handed the phone to the screaming nurse. He begged her silently and she nodded before running out of the room. The nurse had to show the police. She just had to. Vanessa kicked and screamed before Child Protective Services came in. They called the SWAT team and they came in. Vanessa shrieked as a bullet went through the baby. Her baby. To make matters worse, the police came and forced her to sit up before handcuffing her.
"Vanessa Benson, you're under the arrest for the murder of your husband, Mr. Barry B. Benson." They listed her rights as she walked (she could still walk because the baby was only a couple of inches tall) to the police car outside. She couldn't protest because she didn't have the energy to fight her unfortunate fate. Vanessa broke down when she stepped inside of the car. She had lost everything in a span of five months: her incredible sex life, her husband, her baby, and her dignity. She looked up at the cloudless sky. There was no silver lining.
'Oh Barry, why did you have to get frisky?' She asked herself as the police car sped away.
what.the. hell… 😟
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
Rather Die | Chapter 3
word count: 1852
rating: mild nsfw
——————————————————————
"Hey it's Austin. It was super nice meeting you & I can't wait to start working with you! Also, you're a great kisser by the way ☺️" A message from Austin pings to Victoria's phone.
Reading the message makes Victoria smile all giddy.
"Um, earth to Vic?" Eliana says.
"Oh sorry. Austin texted me. I'll text him back later, but he said Im a good kisser." Vic blushes.
"Oh shit. Alright, I see you Austin. Starting the flirting."
"I can't believe this is my life now. I'm going to work with that tall, sexy, blonde haired, blue eyed man & now he's kinda starting to flirting with me?"
"You're winning."
"So true. Love that for me."
"Do you know who else is in the cast for the movie?"
"I think Molly Ringwald is going to be in it, which is super exciting, as you know I love the John Hughes movies."
"Right, right. Seems like a cool story line. Are you hoping to hang out with Austin before hand?"
"I'm hoping so. Id really like to get to know him before filming."
"Well, seems like it's a possibility."
"Yeah. I can't wait to text him back."
The girls finish up at dinner, then head back home. Victoria goes upstairs & changes into comfy clothes and heads back downstairs to watch some TV before bed.
She pulls out her phone, and texts Austin back.
"Hey! It was nice meeting you too, and I can't wait either! And thank you. You weren't too bad yourself 😉"
Austin replies, "Oh really? Well, thank you. Id love to sit down and chat with you, get to know one another. Want to do drinks tomorrow night?"
"Sure, I'd love too! Where would you want to go?"
"There's this place I like called Lounge 86. We could go there?"
"Oh yeah, I've heard of that place! That works (:"
"Alright, so I'll pick you up tomorrow around 8:30?"
"Sounds great. I'll send you my address (:"
"Cool, I'll see you tomorrow. Have a good night (:"
"You too (:"
Victoria is silently screaming to herself, not wanting to wake up Eliana if she's sleeping. She
cannot believe she's going out with Austin for drinks. Who would have ever thought?
The next day, Victoria's nerves were eating her alive.
"Babe, relax. It's not even a date. It's just drinks as friends." Eliana says to Vic, while she's making lunch for the two of them.
Vic paces back & forth. "I know, I know. But like, it basically is a date. We'll be alone, there's obviously chemistry between us. I feel like something is bound to happen."
"Maybe. Guess we'll see, but don't be nervous."
"Eli, this Austin Fucking Butler. The hottest guy on earth. I'm fucking nervous."
"You'll be fine. Here, eat your salad that I made just for you, then we can go pick out your outfit."
"Okay, okay."
The girls have their lunch, then go upstairs to Victoria's bedroom.
"Alright, so, what kind of vibe are we going for?" Eliana asks.
"I don't know. I guess hot, but classy?"
"Hm, okay. We could do a pant suit with a bralette underneath? A nice dress? Oo, how about this one? It's tight fitting, shows off the tits but not too much, with thick straps. Then pair it with a simple necklace & black pumps." Eliana holds up a black dress. Sexy but not too sexy. Classy, but not being super modest.
"Oh my god, yes. That's perfect. I wouldn't have even thought of that."
"You're welcome." Eliana winks.
Some time passes and Victoria gets ready for her night out.
She styles her golden brown locks up into twist, securing it with a clip. Her makeup is more on the natural side with some foundation, blush, mascara and a bit of eyeliner.
Once's she's beautified, she slips on her dress & pairs it with a simple plain heart necklace in silver.
There's a knock at the door. Must be Austin.
"I'll get it!!" Victoria yells from her room, slipping on her heels.
She scurries downstairs & answers the door.
Austin stands there in a striped navy suit with a plain black button down shirt underneath, of course the first few buttons being popped as usual, with a silver chain around his neck & heeled black boots.
"Hi." Victoria smiles.
"Hey." Austin smiles back. "You look great!"
"Oh, thanks. I just threw this on." she says jokingly.
"Ready to go?"
"Yeah, let's go."
They both walk out of the apartment building with smiles on their faces. Victoria can feel her stomach being in knots from being so nervous.
After getting into Austin's car, he drives them to the lounge where they'll exchange stories over drinks.
They immediately get seated at a table once they arrive, as Austin had made them a reservation.
They order their drinks and start the conversations.
"So, Victoria." Austin says.
"Mhm?"
"Tell me about you. Where are you from & all that."
"I'm from Auckland, New Zealand. I grew up with three older brothers, so I was the only girl plus the baby of the family. I've been acting for a few years now. Started off doing local stuff in New Zealand, then came here to LA. Wasn't super long after my ex & I broke up. You may have heard of him, Stephen James. He plays for the New York Rangers."
"Oh, yeah. I've heard of him. He's a good player. Crazy you both ended up in the US."
"Yeah, I feel like he followed me at first. He would hit me up every single time when he had a game here. Even though I would tell him no, or just not respond, he'd persist. It was annoying, but he's over it."
"How's New Zealand? I spent two years in Australia filming 'Elvis'. I can only assume they're pretty similar?"
"Yeah, they have their similarities. It's great there though. I miss it a lot. Im hoping once filming is done I can go back home to visit for a bit."
"I'll have to visit there someday. Maybe with you." Austin winks.
"Hmm, maybe. We'll see how things are in a few months." Vic smirks. "So how about you? Tell me some fun facts about 'Austin Butler'."
"Alright, uh, I was born in Anaheim, California. I have one older sister. My parents split when I was 7. I went to public school up to seventh grade then I was homeschooled to be more flexible with my acting gigs. Umm, my mom died when I was twenty three."
"Oh right, I remember you saying that in an interview. You were the same age as Elvis when he lost his mom. Im so sorry."
"Thanks. But yeah, we were the same age. It's one of the things that brought me close to him & made me really connect."
"I guess if we're getting that deep, I lost my dad when I was fifteen to heart failure. It'll be ten years this October, which is crazy."
"Oh my god. Victoria, I'm so sorry."
"Thanks. Crazy we both lost a parent so young."
"Yeah."
"How was it for you? Did it hit you really hard?"
"Yeah, it did. My mom was my best friend. I felt so lost. It's gotten easier of course, but that was the most difficult time in my life."
"I'm so sorry, Austin. I know that feeling. I was really close with my dad too. It was so sudden too. Like, even though he was in the ICU for a week & knew it was coming, it was still unexpected. I think I took almost a week off school because of how hurt I was."
"I guess I could say the same about my mom. Like, she had cancer. We knew it was a possibility of losing her, but when it happened, we weren't expecting it to be then."
"Right. Life's fucking crazy. You never know when you can have someone so important taken away from you."
"Yeah, it, uh, sucks to say the least."
"So is this movie your first project after Elvis?"
"No, this is my second. I did a mini series right after I finished Elvis, called Masters of the Air. It'll be out sometime next year."
"That sounds interesting. I still can't believe you played such an iconic person. I feel like I watched almost every interview you did. The dedication you put into it is astounding."
"Haha, thank you. Yeah, I'm really proud of it."
"Did you & Tom continue to write letters to each other in character after quarantine?"
"We did actually! It really helped to keep us in the mindsets of our characters."
"I think it's so cool that he got you a typewriter to do that. What a cool method."
"Yeah, it was great. I still have that typewriter too. I keep it in my office at home. I love it."
Austin & Victoria continue talking about their lives for another hour or so before heading out.
He drives back to her apartment building, thinking he was just going to drop her off.
"Want to come in?" Victoria asks.
"Sure." Austin smiles.
They make their way upstairs to the penthouse.
Quietly, they walk inside.
"Welcome to my humble abode." Vic says to Austin.
"Wow, this is a really nice place."
"Thanks." she smiles. "I love it here. Want anything to drink?"
"Just water is good. Thanks."
Victoria grabs a glass from the cupboard & fills it with ice and water. She goes over to meet Austin on the couch & hands the glass to him.
After taking a sip, "Tonight was really nice. Thanks for coming out with me." Austin says, setting the glass on the table in front of him.
"Thanks for inviting me. I had fun."
"Me too."
Austin looks deeply into Victoria's eyes, then to her lips. He leans in, pressing his lips to hers.
Victoria responds and kisses back. She wraps his arms around his neck, while deepening the kiss.
Austin runs his hands up her thighs, taking the hem of her dress into his hands, working her dress up her thighs to give himself access.
He starts to rub on her center, over her panties. Vic breaks the kiss for air, letting out a moan from his touch. Austin moves his lips to her neck.
He then decides to move her panties over, slipping in two fingers as his thumb plays with her clit.
"Austin, oh my god. That feels so good." Victoria moans out, before quickly realizing, even though she wants this, she doesn't. "Wait, wait. I dont think we should do this."
Austin keeps going, "Why not?"
"This is too quick. And I don't want our chemistry to run out so soon. I don't want this effecting our work."
Austin stops. "You're right. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done anything."
"No, no. It's okay. It was fun, really. But I think work wise, it'd be for the best."
"Alright. I, uh, I think I'll head out. Thanks for the fun night."
"Same to you."
Austin kisses her on the cheek before leaving.
Once he's gone, Vic lays back on the couch in disbelief.
She says to herself, "What the hell just happened...."
—————————————————————
Chapter 4
#austin butler#austin butler fanfiction#austin butler imagine#austin butler one shot#austin butler smut#austin imagine#rather die#austin butler rather die
16 notes
·
View notes
Note
Vanessa loved her usual routine of stripping down and lying naked on the soft cushions of her bed. Her new husband Barry insisted that she buy a queen-sized bed.
"Anything for my Queen," he murmured. Vanessa blushed and began to prepare herself for his arrival. He was a Pollen Jock so she knew he was coming home from a long day's work. Vanessa licked her lips as she recalled the muscles that he had earned from his hard labor. It had been a year since Barry's lawsuit, and her little honeybee wasn't so little anymore.
'He's actually way bigger than I expected,' she thought with a giggle. Who knew? Vanessa spread her legs apart. She slipped her fingers into her crotch and began to moan loudly. 'Oh yes, right there!' She thought as she pictured her husband buzzing inside her. She loved the dangerous feeling of his round, fuzzy body and his sexy pulsating wings vibrating from within her. He couldn't use his stinger without dying, but he and Vanessa had come up with a compromise. She stroked the edge of his stinger with her pointer finger whenever they slept together. It was a taboo turn-on, but they both loved to take dangerous risks. Vanessa pulled her fingers out and orgasmed at the thought. She closed her eyes and let the white, sticky substance flow. She closed her legs and bit her lip as her inner thighs rubbed against her raw pussy. She laid her arm on a pillow and looked at the door longingly. Just then, Barry flew in through the door. She made sure to keep it ajar so that he could slip in easily.
"Honey, I'm home!" He called out. Vanessa beamed as her husband took off his tiny hat. He was in a black business suit with a striped tie. It was way better than his dusty old turtleneck sweater.
'And hotter, too,' she noted with a grin.
"Welcome back, Barr-bear," she drawled out. Barry grinned and flew towards her. He admired her naked figure before he turned around and beat his wings against her perky nipples.
"Did you miss me?" He asked in a husky tone. Vanessa began to pant quietly.
"You know I did. What took you so long?" She asked. She eyed him curiously.
"Oh you know, it's springtime and all. Those daisies don't pollinate themselves!" He laughed.
"Did you bring any with you this time?" She had gotten him in the habit of rubbing around in the pollen. She loved the sensations that she got from the thick, golden powder.
"I can't pollinate you without it, now can I?" He teased. "Now beehive and spread your legs," he instructed her. Vanessa giggled and followed his command. She knew that he meant to say 'behave,' but she thought that he unintentional puns were absolutely adorable. Barry flew over to her clit and buried his face in it. Vanessa moaned as he rubbed his pollen-covered body all over it. He took off his clothes and let his fuzzy figure stroke her beautiful red anatomy. His wife's back arched as each fine hair hit her. It felt like her clit was on fire! Barry kissed the area and grinned. His wife was just as experimental as he was, and he loved every minute of it. "Honey Bunches of Oats, I have something that will Cheerio up a little," he told her. He meant to say 'honey' and 'cheer you up,' but he just had to slip a couple bee puns in there.
"What is it?" She breathed.
"I want to be inside you," he whispered. "All of me."
"But Barry, that's-!"
"You don't want me to?" He asked. His sapphire blue eyes stared into her green ones. Vanessa bit her lip.
"You… you might die. It's too dangerous, Barry-kins. I don't want you to get hurt."
"If I die, then I'll always be inside you. Right here." He poked the area surrounding her vaginal opening. Vanessa nodded.
"If you're sure." She gave him permission to enter her and he flew within the hole. Vanessa gasped at his startling entrance. A worker bee was inside of her! She started to have her doubts before Barry flew up into her G-spot. He slammed his whole body against it and she screamed. Cum began to build up inside of her and it came out. Barry considered swimming in it, but he knew that it would damage his wings. He needed to fly to get the job done. Barry's wings pulsated as he flew over to her vaginal walls. He rapidly moved from one area to another, making sure that Vanessa felt a sensation unlike any other. He continued to fly up until he reached her uterus. He knew what he had to do. The bee stung her uterus, instantly killing the child that Vanessa had unknowingly shared with her ex-boyfriend Ken. He killed himself along with it, and his corpse hung inside of her uterus. Vanessa screamed in agony upon realizing what her husband had done. She tried to reach into her vagina, but she could only stick three fingers in. She sobbed as she pictured her husband's corpse inside of her, but then she stopped and realized something. He had pollinated her! They could still have a child! It was nonsensical, sure, but so was a talking bee. She began to weep onto her pillow, hoping that her child would be just as incredible as Barry was.
5 Months Later
Vanessa smiled as she rubbed her baby bump. It was small, but it was definitely there. 5 months of vomiting and cravings reassured her of the fact. It was hard living without a husband to support their side business at Vanessa and Barry: Flowers, Honey, and Legal Advice, but she always hired new assistants. Vanessa suddenly felt an intense urge to go urinate, so she went into the bathroom and lowered her skirt. She seemed to pee for hours before she widened her eyes. That wasn't just ordinary piss. Her water broke! She looked down in the toilet and widened her eyes. Inside that porcelain bowl was none other than Barry's corpse. Vanessa let out a broken soap as she stared at it. 'This can't be happening,' she thought. Time seemed to stop as she watched his unmoving wings gently touch the toilet water.
"Goodbye… Barry," she whispered before flushing the toilet. "I'll never forget you." She took out her cell phone and dialed 911.
"911, what's your emergency?" The operator asked.
"My water just broke," she explained. "My husband has been dead for five months and I… I don't know what to do!" She wailed.
"Calm down, ma'am, we'll send an ambulance over momentarily. Would you mind telling me where you are right now?" The operator asked. Vanessa gave her the address and hung up the phone. She waited for a couple of minutes before the ambulance came. She was placed in a gurney and rolled to the ambulance. Sirens could be heard as the ambulance raced to the hospital. Vanessa was raced to the delivery room and a thought occurred to her.
'Wait a minute… It hasn't even been nine months yet!' She panicked as she was placed onto a hospital bed. There were two nurses and a doctor in front of her.
"Breathe," the doctor instructed. Vanessa began hyperventilating and she started to push. The baby was coming out fast. Too fast. "Yes, that's it, you're doing fine. Keep going," he told her. Vanessa kept pushing until the baby came out. One nurse screamed and the other one fainted. The doctor widened his eyes and put his gloves on before yanking the baby off of the umbilical cord and holding it up. "What on earth is this thing?" He muttered to himself. The baby wasn't much of a baby at all. It was a horrifying mix of bee and human. It had insect-like black eyes and fuzz all over its pale human skin. There was a stinger where its anus was supposed to be, and tiny wings were embedded into its back. "I don't even know what gender it is. No, I don't want to know. We have to flush it, Mrs. Benson. It's the only way."
"No!" She screamed. Vanessa held her baby close to her chest in order to protect it. "I won't let you take him or her! I already had to flush my husband down the toilet. I can't flush my baby too!" She exclaimed. The doctor stared at her in disbelief before spotting a sleek black iPhone on the floor. He couldn't believe what he saw. The nurse who fainted had been recording the whole thing! The doctor remembered what Vanessa said about flushing her husband down the toilet and he handed the phone to the screaming nurse. He begged her silently and she nodded before running out of the room. The nurse had to show the police. She just had to. Vanessa kicked and screamed before Child Protective Services came in. They called the SWAT team and they came in. Vanessa shrieked as a bullet went through the baby. Her baby. To make matters worse, the police came and forced her to sit up before handcuffing her.
"Vanessa Benson, you're under the arrest for the murder of your husband, Mr. Barry B. Benson." They listed her rights as she walked (she could still walk because the baby was only a couple of inches tall) to the police car outside. She couldn't protest because she didn't have the energy to fight her unfortunate fate. Vanessa broke down when she stepped inside of the car. She had lost everything in a span of five months: her incredible sex life, her husband, her baby, and her dignity. She looked up at the cloudless sky. There was no silver lining.
'Oh Barry, why did you have to get frisky?' She asked herself as the police car sped away.
why do i have a whole book plot in my asks😭
7 notes
·
View notes
Note
Vanessa loved her usual routine of stripping down and lying naked on the soft cushions of her bed. Her new husband Barry insisted that she buy a queen-sized bed.
"Anything for my Queen," he murmured. Vanessa blushed and began to prepare herself for his arrival. He was a Pollen Jock so she knew he was coming home from a long day's work. Vanessa licked her lips as she recalled the muscles that he had earned from his hard labor. It had been a year since Barry's lawsuit, and her little honeybee wasn't so little anymore.
'He's actually way bigger than I expected,' she thought with a giggle. Who knew? Vanessa spread her legs apart. She slipped her fingers into her crotch and began to moan loudly. 'Oh yes, right there!' She thought as she pictured her husband buzzing inside her. She loved the dangerous feeling of his round, fuzzy body and his sexy pulsating wings vibrating from within her. He couldn't use his stinger without dying, but he and Vanessa had come up with a compromise. She stroked the edge of his stinger with her pointer finger whenever they slept together. It was a taboo turn-on, but they both loved to take dangerous risks. Vanessa pulled her fingers out and orgasmed at the thought. She closed her eyes and let the white, sticky substance flow. She closed her legs and bit her lip as her inner thighs rubbed against her raw pussy. She laid her arm on a pillow and looked at the door longingly. Just then, Barry flew in through the door. She made sure to keep it ajar so that he could slip in easily.
"Honey, I'm home!" He called out. Vanessa beamed as her husband took off his tiny hat. He was in a black business suit with a striped tie. It was way better than his dusty old turtleneck sweater.
'And hotter, too,' she noted with a grin.
"Welcome back, Barr-bear," she drawled out. Barry grinned and flew towards her. He admired her naked figure before he turned around and beat his wings against her perky nipples.
"Did you miss me?" He asked in a husky tone. Vanessa began to pant quietly.
"You know I did. What took you so long?" She asked. She eyed him curiously.
"Oh you know, it's springtime and all. Those daisies don't pollinate themselves!" He laughed.
"Did you bring any with you this time?" She had gotten him in the habit of rubbing around in the pollen. She loved the sensations that she got from the thick, golden powder.
"I can't pollinate you without it, now can I?" He teased. "Now beehive and spread your legs," he instructed her. Vanessa giggled and followed his command. She knew that he meant to say 'behave,' but she thought that he unintentional puns were absolutely adorable. Barry flew over to her clit and buried his face in it. Vanessa moaned as he rubbed his pollen-covered body all over it. He took off his clothes and let his fuzzy figure stroke her beautiful red anatomy. His wife's back arched as each fine hair hit her. It felt like her clit was on fire! Barry kissed the area and grinned. His wife was just as experimental as he was, and he loved every minute of it. "Honey Bunches of Oats, I have something that will Cheerio up a little," he told her. He meant to say 'honey' and 'cheer you up,' but he just had to slip a couple bee puns in there.
"What is it?" She breathed.
"I want to be inside you," he whispered. "All of me."
"But Barry, that's-!"
"You don't want me to?" He asked. His sapphire blue eyes stared into her green ones. Vanessa bit her lip.
"You… you might die. It's too dangerous, Barry-kins. I don't want you to get hurt."
"If I die, then I'll always be inside you. Right here." He poked the area surrounding her vaginal opening. Vanessa nodded.
"If you're sure." She gave him permission to enter her and he flew within the hole. Vanessa gasped at his startling entrance. A worker bee was inside of her! She started to have her doubts before Barry flew up into her G-spot. He slammed his whole body against it and she screamed. Cum began to build up inside of her and it came out. Barry considered swimming in it, but he knew that it would damage his wings. He needed to fly to get the job done. Barry's wings pulsated as he flew over to her vaginal walls. He rapidly moved from one area to another, making sure that Vanessa felt a sensation unlike any other. He continued to fly up until he reached her uterus. He knew what he had to do. The bee stung her uterus, instantly killing the child that Vanessa had unknowingly shared with her ex-boyfriend Ken. He killed himself along with it, and his corpse hung inside of her uterus. Vanessa screamed in agony upon realizing what her husband had done. She tried to reach into her vagina, but she could only stick three fingers in. She sobbed as she pictured her husband's corpse inside of her, but then she stopped and realized something. He had pollinated her! They could still have a child! It was nonsensical, sure, but so was a talking bee. She began to weep onto her pillow, hoping that her child would be just as incredible as Barry was.
5 Months Later
Vanessa smiled as she rubbed her baby bump. It was small, but it was definitely there. 5 months of vomiting and cravings reassured her of the fact. It was hard living without a husband to support their side business at Vanessa and Barry: Flowers, Honey, and Legal Advice, but she always hired new assistants. Vanessa suddenly felt an intense urge to go urinate, so she went into the bathroom and lowered her skirt. She seemed to pee for hours before she widened her eyes. That wasn't just ordinary piss. Her water broke! She looked down in the toilet and widened her eyes. Inside that porcelain bowl was none other than Barry's corpse. Vanessa let out a broken soap as she stared at it. 'This can't be happening,' she thought. Time seemed to stop as she watched his unmoving wings gently touch the toilet water.
"Goodbye… Barry," she whispered before flushing the toilet. "I'll never forget you." She took out her cell phone and dialed 911.
"911, what's your emergency?" The operator asked.
"My water just broke," she explained. "My husband has been dead for five months and I… I don't know what to do!" She wailed.
"Calm down, ma'am, we'll send an ambulance over momentarily. Would you mind telling me where you are right now?" The operator asked. Vanessa gave her the address and hung up the phone. She waited for a couple of minutes before the ambulance came. She was placed in a gurney and rolled to the ambulance. Sirens could be heard as the ambulance raced to the hospital. Vanessa was raced to the delivery room and a thought occurred to her.
'Wait a minute… It hasn't even been nine months yet!' She panicked as she was placed onto a hospital bed. There were two nurses and a doctor in front of her.
"Breathe," the doctor instructed. Vanessa began hyperventilating and she started to push. The baby was coming out fast. Too fast. "Yes, that's it, you're doing fine. Keep going," he told her. Vanessa kept pushing until the baby came out. One nurse screamed and the other one fainted. The doctor widened his eyes and put his gloves on before yanking the baby off of the umbilical cord and holding it up. "What on earth is this thing?" He muttered to himself. The baby wasn't much of a baby at all. It was a horrifying mix of bee and human. It had insect-like black eyes and fuzz all over its pale human skin. There was a stinger where its anus was supposed to be, and tiny wings were embedded into its back. "I don't even know what gender it is. No, I don't want to know. We have to flush it, Mrs. Benson. It's the only way."
"No!" She screamed. Vanessa held her baby close to her chest in order to protect it. "I won't let you take him or her! I already had to flush my husband down the toilet. I can't flush my baby too!" She exclaimed. The doctor stared at her in disbelief before spotting a sleek black iPhone on the floor. He couldn't believe what he saw. The nurse who fainted had been recording the whole thing! The doctor remembered what Vanessa said about flushing her husband down the toilet and he handed the phone to the screaming nurse. He begged her silently and she nodded before running out of the room. The nurse had to show the police. She just had to. Vanessa kicked and screamed before Child Protective Services came in. They called the SWAT team and they came in. Vanessa shrieked as a bullet went through the baby. Her baby. To make matters worse, the police came and forced her to sit up before handcuffing her.
"Vanessa Benson, you're under the arrest for the murder of your husband, Mr. Barry B. Benson." They listed her rights as she walked (she could still walk because the baby was only a couple of inches tall) to the police car outside. She couldn't protest because she didn't have the energy to fight her unfortunate fate. Vanessa broke down when she stepped inside of the car. She had lost everything in a span of five months: her incredible sex life, her husband, her baby, and her dignity. She looked up at the cloudless sky. There was no silver lining.
'Oh Barry, why did you have to get frisky?' She asked herself as the police car sped away.
what the hell..
IS THIS FROM THE BEE MOVIE?
7 notes
·
View notes
Note
Make that Money (Watch it Burn) isn't normal... I have never felt so strange reading a fanfiction. It is sexy, beautiful, provocative. I was damn blushing, writer! The sex scenes taste like heaven and hell, particular paradise, something that everybody would desire. Truly desire.
I would love to read more.
Wah, someone is still reading that (spicy, nsfw) Levihan fic of mine????
And since you're too kind, Anon, I will grant you your request! Here's an excerpt of that pending part 2 of Make that Money (Watch It Burn):
One lewd photo of her is enough, oh yes. Levi doesn’t realize what actually constitutes a lewd photo. (Full nudes? Tease pics? Orgasmic face? He was playing innocent the last time Hange asked him this.) All he knows, and bless his naive heart and not-so-virgin soul, is that it’s definitely enough to make shivers run down his spine, however it may turn out to be.
They were talking about interest rates for their potential investment—a pharmaceutical deal, what a surprise—when his phone beeped with a message from Hange. Levi had to bite his tongue and restrain his hand to the side of the table. Damn, he’ll probably go to hell for his imagination’s lack of restraint. In the picture, she’s yanking the hem of her shirt low enough for him to see the hills of her breasts, her brown hair cascading down her shoulders, a part of her skin already peeking out from the lopsided shirt. Her mouth is wide open, lips stained red for sure it was going to be imprinted in his mind. Past her oversized tee, her leg is bent at an angle in which he can see her thick thighs and bare legs and—god forbid—she’s not wearing any underwear.
A cough from Furlan and Levi immediately hides his phone, hoping no one else has seen it. The other executives are looking at him, expecting him to contribute something valuable to the discussion. He clears his throat and clasps his fingers together on the table and goes, “So, I think we’re closing a deal real soon.”
He goes to her place later that night.
“What?” Hange giggles once she pulls him into her unit. Her entire place resembles a college student’s apartment, textbooks and wads of paper on every surface of her desk, but Levi cannot be too bothered about their surroundings.
“You can’t just send me those photos out of nowhere.”
“Oh, did that turn you on?” Hange lets out a laugh when he rolls his eyes. For some reason, she finds the gesture cute. “I got you something, though.”
With his curiosity piqued, she hands him a small black box, sleek with a silver ribbon on top. He opens it and takes the gift from the intricate wrapping. It's a silk necktie, fancy red and black stripes alternating on the fabric. Hange may be in graduate school, but this one probably goes beyond her usual expenses.
Levi does an internal groan. Ties are a corporate leash, a reminder that bankers have sold their souls to the corporate world.
"I can't wear this."
"Why not? You can always make a fashion statement once in a while."
"Zackley's gonna kill me if I wear anything more expensive than his watch."
"Ah, what a shame." Hange goes over to Levi's side and sits on his lap. His hand accidentally slides up her thigh and confirms his assumptions. (Yup, no underwear.)
Hange hums while playing with the strands of his dark hair, mastering the art of seduction, his expensive gift hanging by her arm. "Still, we have to make use of this one way or another."
“What do you have in mind?”
Without warning, she puts the tie on him, fingers lazily pushing the knot further up his neck. He doesn’t know how to react once Hange kisses him, her firm hands roaming around his chest. Levi catches the idea and knows what to do. He gets lost in Hange’s kisses, and the next thing he knows he’s already naked in her sheets. Well, almost.
"Keep it on," Hange tells him, her toe prodding his chest.
"What?"
"The tie. I like it."
He does keep it on. From the mirror on the corner, he’s aware he looks silly, something in between a stripper or a macho dancer from Magic Mike, and a clown. Once his pants are discarded, he climbs the bed and Hange tugs him by the fabric around his neck like she owns him.
"Stay close to me," Hange whispers to him, wrapping the loose end around her hand.
There's not much he can deny her this time around. The heel of her palms are pushing him down by the shoulders, and Levi thinks this is something that really turns him on, because now, he’s fully erect, cock throbbing so hard he just wants to be inside her right now, right this moment.
"Shit, Hange, I'm—"
"Direct me,” she murmurs against his mouth.
He stops. "How?"
"However you want it. I'm all yours."
Levi takes her hand and wraps her fingers around his length. He closes his eyes when Hange grips it tighter and starts stroking him without so much of a guidance from him.
"Do you like it when I touch you like this?" Her eyes are gleaming under the moonlight from her window and Levi knows this will be the death of him.
"Yeah, I—"
"What if I go faster?"
"Shit, yeah,” Levi hisses. “Fuck."
Hange kisses him again like there's no tomorrow. She nibbles his lower lip and inserts her tongue into his mouth, and Levi cannot think of anything else for tonight except for the warmth of her touch.
#levihan#levi ackerman#attack on titan#hange zoe#fanfiction#shingeki no kyojin#aot#snk#captain levi#levi attack on titan#hanji zoe#ao3#writing#mine#ask#open#djmarinizela
18 notes
·
View notes
Text
Excerpt from “Black as Night” (Sirius Black x OC)
Chapter ”It’s Just Easier Than Dealing With the Pain”
Excerpt Rating: T (warning: mentions of alcohol)
Overall Work Rating: M (18+)
"Oh, god," she groaned, stumbling into the bathroom. She was immediately sick and instantly regretful. A look in the mirror continued her walk of shame as she stared back at her mascara smeared, tangled hair reflection. She hadn't intended everything to get so out of hand last night. She had called Hannah last minute to go out, since her mother had offered to keep Ben and give her a night off. Honestly Colleen didn't remember much after that— vague memories of dancing— to "Shoop" of all things. The taste of wine. And pain...a bruise. Colleen lifted the bottom of the oversized t-shirt she'd somehow changed into and spotted a black and blue mark on the front of her right thigh.
"Ouch," she hissed.
A shower was definitely in order. And something for the headache. She changed into a fresh pair of jeans and her Oasis t-shirt, quickly blowing her hair dry. A quick glance at the kitchen clock showed she still had four hours until her mum would bring Ben back.
Four hours to sober up. That's doable. Of course that would be easier if she had some decent food in the house. Sunday was her usual market day, to prepare for the work week ahead. That was about the last thing she felt like doing today. Making herself a piece of toast in hopes it would settle her stomach, she laid back on the sofa and turned on the television.
More news on the bridge attack. Or more accurately no news. Why they insisted on talking about the same news story over and over when there was no news was beyond her. Colleen promptly switched it back off. Robert's mother would probably call her soon, asking if she had seen the latest, even though the latest was what they had seen fifty times already. The woman called multiple times a day, sobbing over her son, expecting Colleen to cry with her. She was inevitably disappointed.
Instead of the phone ringing she expected to hear, the doorbell rang instead. She considered ignoring it. As a matter of fact she normally never answered her doorbell; she usually told Ben to be quiet in hopes whoever it was would go away. But given her current state, it was likely just Hannah checking to make sure she had made it through the night alive.
"I'm fine, Hannah, I just...oh. Sorry." Colleen made an instinctive move back inside, wondering how rude it would be to quickly close and lock the door. The man standing there had to be lost. He looked like he was on his way to somewhere important, dressed in dark gray slacks and a gray and white striped dress shirt, with a shiny black leather belt and shoes. Colleen was struck by his beautiful head of hair— thick, dark brown curls that you didn't see on many men nowadays. Tucked under his arm was a bakery bag, and in his other hand he held a tray with two cups of coffee. He wore a hopeful and expectant expression that she wasn't quite sure how to handle.
"Um, do I know you, sir? You must have the wrong flat."
He shook his head with a smile. "No, I'm certain this is the right place. I'm Sirius Black."
Colleen stifled a laugh. "Is that really your name?"
His smile faded a bit. "What's the matter with my name?"
Colleen could feel her cheeks flush. "Nothing. It's just a fitting name for you, that's all." What she was too embarrassed to say was that it was a ridiculously hot and sexy sounding name, and it fit him perfectly.
"Well, my full name is Sirius Orion Black, if that makes any difference."
Of course it is. Colleen just smiled hesitantly, wondering what in the world to say or do next. This was insanely weird and awkward.
"Um, did we meet at the club?" she asked, turning her head to one side to study him again, trying to place him. Her head suddenly started pounding again with the memory of the music, the smoky smell, and the taste of wine. Her hand flew to her mouth. "Excuse me!"
Colleen took off back to her bathroom, sick once again.
"I hope you don't mind, I let myself in," Sirius's voice called to her from the living room. "I've brought you breakfast."
What the hell is going on? Colleen brushed her teeth as her mind raced, trying to recall anything from the night before. Did she sleep with this guy? She did a quick mental check of her body for anything that felt out of the ordinary. No, surely not. Robert was the only man she'd ever slept with; she wouldn't have just jumped into a one night stand like that. So why in the world would he be standing in her flat with breakfast in hand?
She glanced in the mirror and realized what a dreadful mess she looked. At least she had showered. Hands shaking, she opened her makeup drawer and threw on some lip gloss and mascara, then a bit of blush to bring back some of the color she'd lost from being sick this morning. The band t-shirt would have to do, though it did her body no favors. She sighed and nervously left the bathroom.
Ok, I can handle this. I just have to figure out...
Colleen stopped short when she reached her kitchen. The man had opened her box of washing powder and was smelling it. There was a certifiably insane man in her flat right now and she was alone with him. Her eyes flickered to the knife drawer, trying to gauge how many seconds it would take if she were to need one.
"Oh, hello, love. Would you mind if I borrowed some of this? I forgot it at the market yesterday. I'll owe you some next time I see you."
"Uh, sure, no problem." Colleen caught herself twirling at her hair nervously then stopped, self-conscious. She hated that she'd never grown out of that habit.
Wait a minute— next time he sees me? What is this guy even thinking?
"Thanks." Sirius flashed her a smile that seemed to light up his whole face. He was truly, wickedly handsome. Colleen was so confused as to why he would be standing here in her flat.
"Now for breakfast," he continued. "I hope you like coffee?"
"I love it," she replied, gratefully accepting the cup he handed her.
"And we have deli ham and cheese, some croissants and jam. Not too heavy, and some protein to settle the stomach after last night, right?"
Colleen nodded wordlessly, though the sight of food as he spread it out on her table made her a bit queasy again. So he was from last night.
Sirius must have picked up on her sudden queasiness because he reached into his shirt pocket and handed her a small glass bottle. "For the stomach, love. Will fix you right up."
"What is it?" She removed the stopper and smelled. Peppermint and something else. It smelled fresh and natural, but she was still wary. It was all too weird, and now he wanted her to trust some strange substance he just handed her.
"Just a little pep up. Will help with the headache too. It's safe, I promise." That grin again. She felt her nerves standing up a bit as he gazed at her. It was a look of appraisal and adoration and a bit of calculation. Colleen really wondered what she had done last night that was worthy of all this attention. She lifted the bottle to her lips hesitantly.
"That's a girl. You'll feel better in under a minute. Trust me."
She gave a small laugh. "Why do I feel like you say 'trust me' to women a lot?"
"Probably because I do. But you can still trust me."
"Oh, I'm sure." She laughed again. Whatever he gave her settled quickly in her stomach, and sure enough, that hellacious knot of tension released from the back of her neck. She was suddenly starving.
"That is a miracle in a bottle, Sirius Orion Black. Where can I buy it?" Colleen assembled a croissant for herself and took a big bite, closing her eyes blissfully. He had sprung for the good stuff and spared no expense.
"I'm afraid it's a trade secret. I'll have to procure it for you, love."
Colleen sipped her coffee and watched him start on his own breakfast across the table from her. She tried to guess how old he was. 40? A little less? His face and hands had some lines, but his eyes were light gray and very bright. She could see a couple tattoos peeking out of his striped collar and was curious to see what they were, but too shy to ask. He had a full mustache and a carefully shaven goatee — his overall look somehow one of refinement but also raffishness. It was definitely a look you didn't come across often. Combined with his name he almost seemed like he'd walked out of the pages of a book instead of off the streets of London. Part of her wondered if this was some drunken dream.
"Sirius, I..."
"I do love how you say my name, angel. I shall never tire of hearing it." He leaned back and propped his feet up casually in a vacant chair as if he were right at home.
Colleen sighed. "Ok, I have to know what is going on here. This is all a little strange, don't you think?"
Sirius winked at her over his cup of coffee. "I suppose I should level with you, love. I did promise Hannah I wouldn't be 'weird.'"
"So Hannah put you up to this?" Colleen felt angry, embarrassed, and disappointed all in one instant. This was some kind of joke, though what she'd done to deserve it, she had no clue.
Sirius reached across the table for her hand and took it loosely in his own, running his thumb gently back and forth. Colleen felt a jolt that seemed to shoot straight through to her heart.
Get control of yourself, Colleen.
"I saw you were upset last night, talking to Hannah," Sirius began. "And some gent was creeping up on you. Hannah was worried about you going home with him, so I helped her get you in the car— you took a bit of a tumble— I'm guessing you may have a bruise or two. Almost got hit by a car, but I took care of that, too."
"Took care of it how?"
"Um, just got you out of the way. It was nothing." Sirius looked like he almost said something else but changed his mind. "To be honest, it's not been the best few months for me. Well, years." His expression was sober now, his light gray eyes looking into hers like they were pleading with her to understand something. She was a bit uncomfortable under their intensity.
"When I saw you," he continued slowly, "I of course thought you were breathtakingly beautiful."
Colleen felt a heat rise through her.
"And when I saw the pain you seemed to be in, I wanted to help somehow. And I guess part of me was looking for someone who might not be in the best spot right now, like me."
It was incredibly honest, if also a bit scary. She had to give him credit for transparency.
"So I asked Hannah for your address."
"Why not my phone number?"
"Well, she gave me that too. But tell me, love, do you think this conversation would have played out well over the phone?"
"I'm not sure it's playing out well in person," replied Colleen. She gave him a small smile. She didn't want to brush Sirius off entirely, but he had to know how crazy this all sounded. "But I appreciate the breakfast. And your miracle 'potion' or whatever it was."
He smiled back. God, the way his smile lit up his eyes. "Can I see you again?"
Colleen hesitated. "I'm a mother, Sirius."
He blinked a couple times, but nodded. "All right then, so getting out of the house may be a bit tough. But no matter, I'll come to you. Like I did today."
Colleen shook her head. "You can't just meet my son like that. He just lost his dad— I can't introduce him to some random stranger all of a sudden."
"Yes, I'm sorry. Hannah did tell me about your husband. I should have offered my apologies first — that was rude of me."
Colleen startled. "What did Hannah tell you?"
"Just that he passed away recently. Was he ill?"
This was the last thing she wanted to talk about. "Bridge attack," she replied curtly.
Sirius seemed to whiten a little. "Wow, that was recent. If I need to wait, I will. As long as it takes." He sat back in his chair and nodded with resolve, folding his hands across his lap.
Colleen just stared at him in disbelief. He knew nothing about her, and yet he was willing to wait? For what exactly? She wanted to ask what he saw in her, how he knew she was worth it. Why in the world would anyone willingly insert themselves into such a mess? But she was almost afraid of the answers. Afraid of further confirming that he was crazy. She hoped he wasn't. She hoped he was...something. It was hard to know what she wanted, but Colleen knew she at least wanted him to stick around for a bit.
"Ben will be home in a few hours, and I need to get to the supermarket," she told him, polishing off the last of the delicious sandwich.
"I'll come with you."
"You want to go to the market with me?"
Sirius shrugged. "Of course. We'll pick out some things for dinner this week. I'm trying to learn how to cook. I actually find it...relaxing. Therapeutic. It's a good way to channel excess energy."
Colleen liked how open he was, how his words just rattled off honestly in an almost a stream-of-consciousness fashion. But the fact remained that cooking her dinner meant cooking for Ben, and it all just seemed too new and odd.
"Do you have any cookbooks?" he continued. He stood and started walking around her flat, exploring. She could see the energy he was talking about; his eyes flickered about, his hands brushing against random things to take them in physically, not just with his eyes. His steps, his twist and turns, they all had a flourish to them like he approached movement as a dance and not a simple walk.
"Yes, several cookbooks. Um, Sirius?"
"Yes, love?" He turned around and focused his eyes on her, still so hopeful, with cookbook in hand. It really was overwhelming. But not enough to run away. In fact if he did, she felt she might actually miss him. Already. How??
"I meant what I said about Ben. He's been through so much these past couple weeks. I don't know if this is the best thing for him."
Sirius nodded. "I understand. How old is he?"
"3. Almost 4."
"How about you just tell him I'm a friend that's here to help? It's the truth, right? I'll cook, clean. Do you go to work?"
Colleen nodded. "Yes. I'm a paralegal."
Sirius grinned. "Beauty and brains. I'm sure you're busy then and could use the extra pair of hands."
"What about you? What do you do?"
He opened his mouth then closed it quickly. He didn't have a smooth answer this time. Finally a red flag.
"Family fortune," he finally answered. "I'm pretty set."
Oh god, he's rich too. Not lazy. Filthy rich. This is insane.
"But it's not a big deal," Sirius added, clearly seeing her hesitation. "I'm the last Black in my direct family. No weird family pressure or anything like that. And I won't be lying around all day. I have this organization...that I volunteer for. They need me to help out here and there."
"Oh, that's nice." Colleen wanted to ask more questions, but again something nagged at her and told her to be afraid of the answers. She decided enough had been revealed for now. She just wasn't quite ready for it to end.
"You ready for the supermarket then?" she asked.
Sirius offered her his arm. "Yes, my lady. It will be a grand adventure."
Colleen laughed and shook her head. "You're a bit scary, Sirius Orion Black."
Prefer to read it on AO3? check it out here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35628745/chapters/88829812
#sirius black#sirius black x oc#sirius black fanfiction#sirius being sirius#older sirius black#post azkaban sirius#sirius black lives#sirius black imagine#fanfiction#harry potter fanfiction#soulmate#older sirius#sirius x oc
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
Somno part 1
What a crazy couple of months it had been. Everyone was in the same boat. No real life interactions, no socialising and most worryingly everyone was sex starved. It had been announced that everyone was allowed back out on Saturday. A large group of friends had arranged a house party which was now in full swing. Lee and Emily were both there, they’d been friends for a while but had never taken things further as Lee was quite a bit more experienced than Emily and she was quite intimidated by him. As the night went on it was clear there was some apparent sexual chemistry, a couple of flirty looks here and there, a slight brushing against each other in passing. That was nothing compared to what happened when the night started drawing to a close.
When Lee looked around he noticed that it was just him and Ed, the host, left chatting about random moments they’d had over the years. “I better head home I suppose” he muttered. Always a good host Ed quickly offered Lee a bedroom to stay in and directed him to the last door on the left upstairs. As he approached the room and opened the door he wasn't expecting to see Emily lying on the bed, sprawled out on top of the duvet in nothing but a tank top and striped panties.
Emily looked cute...but she also looked so unbelievably sexy, the light from the landing shone in showing her thick curvy thighs. Lee had seen her cleavage throughout the night, it was hard not to notice but seeing them pressed against the bed made them look ever bigger than before.
Lee stepped further into the messy bedroom, nearly tripping over a pile of clothes. Heart hammering in his chest, Lee stood over the bed, watching the gentle rise and fall of Emily's breasts as she slept. Now on her back, one arm slung over her tummy, the other up over her head on the pillow with her legs sprawled out. Her full lips looked so soft, her nipples however were hard and poking through her tight tanktop...she wasn't just his cute friend Emily anymore, he craved and desired her body to be his.
His hand moved on it's own accord, stroking light fingers up the inside of her exposed thigh. He then ran up and down, and Emily made a soft, pleased sigh. Lee’s body clenched as he froze wondering if he’d gone too far.
"Emily?" he said. Then, slightly louder, "Emily?" She didn't move. Through her tight black tanktop, he could see the peak of her nipples. Lee's heartbeat spiked and without thinking, his hand cupped her through the top, feeling her soft and warm breast. “Fuck," he whispered to himself, her nipple hardening under his palm as he squeezed and rolled her breast gently. He kneeled, getting closer. With the top of his thumb, he circled her stiff nipple through the thin material. Emily whimpered softly, back arching, and he paused. When her eyes didn't open, he slowly flicked it again before pulling down the low neck of the top, breasts pulling free in a perfect little bounce.
"They're so big, Emily," he whispered, rolling them both under his large hands. He slapped one, not too hard, watching it jiggle. "Such a shame you cover them all the time” with an evil smirk on his face.
Unable to help himself, he leaned over and flicked his tongue against a nipple, freezing when Emily moaned and arched up, but her eyes stayed firmly shut. Lee lowered his head again, kissing open mouthed and sucking with a loud, sloppy sound as his hand squeezed and rubbed her other breast. He pinched lightly with his fingers the same moment he let his teeth graze the hard nipple between his lips. "Oh!" Emily moaned, mouth falling open as her breath came out harder and faster, squirming under him.
"Such an amazing sight," Lee said, grabbing both in his hands and pushing them together. "I could play with them for hours.""S'good..." she slurred, her face was flushed red now, eyebrows knit together, bottom lip caught between her teeth even as she slept. His cock twitched in his pants as he rubbed a hand over the front of his jeans, eyes falling from her breasts, down her tummy, to her open legs…..
He could see the outline of her pussy through the thin material, puffy lips just slightly spilling out past the lacy trim.
"I bet this is just as pretty," he told her, dragging a hand down her body. "I can almost see it through your panties...
He lightly traced his middle finger up her clothed slit, feeling the heat coming off of her. He pressed a little harder, but not much, circling lightly over her clit. That made her jerk slightly, and Lee stopped for a second, afraid she might be awake, but all she did was inhale deeply and her legs moved wider apart.
"You like this," he said, in accusation as much as astonishment. He rolled his finger over her clit with a bit more pressure. "You like having your pussy played with like this."
His cock was half hard in his jeans as he traced his middle fingertip up and down. He thought about the exposed, wet pussy that was just beyond the blue and white cotton. He thought about how if she was awake right now, she would be desperately trying to get away, hands between her legs to keep him from touching as she begged for him to stop. Or maybe she wouldn't. Maybe she would moan for him to touch her more, to tease her, to make her into a dirty girl.
"I bet no one's ever touched you like this," he said, still kneeling down at the edge of the bed, leaning in as close as he could. "Have you ever touched yourself in your sleep before?"
There was a sigh, nothing else.
He wondered out loud. "Maybe you rub yourself a little...maybe you hump your pillow thinking naughty things. Thoughts good girls like you shouldn't have, but you just can't help it when you get all hot and tingly”. Her breathing heavier now, her body squirming slightly.
"I bet you've never been licked here properly either," Lee whispered, face moving between her parted thighs. He could smell her arousal. "God, I want to just bury my face in your wet pussy and devour you."
He licked a long, slow stroke up her panties, tasting the cotton, a hint of her wetness seeping through. Above him, she whimpered, biting her lip. He licked again, lingering at the top of her pussy to swirl the tip of his tongue around where he knew her clit would be. Her back arched, something near a moan spilling out of her and he smirked, flickering lightly with his tongue. Too light to give her any real relief, too light to do anything but make her squirm. “Let's see what you're hiding under here," he murmured, and tugged her panties to the side. Her pussy was deliciously pink, folds glistening and wet, just begging to be licked and sucked. "Ohh Emily you naughty girl, you're all soaked."
He touched his fingers to her bare pussy, and her reaction was instant, a sudden gasp with her hips twitching, but Emily was still sound asleep, murmuring something unintelligible as her face turned into the pillows surrounding her.
"Such a messy lil thing...you can't be comfortable in something so wet," he said, fingers curling under the waistband of her panties. "Let me help you."
He tugged them down her legs and off with such ease. Having someone at his mercy, so clearly turned on and needy just from having her nipples toyed with. He pushed her legs apart, revealing her naked pussy completely, soft and pink. Lee lowered his mouth, kissing her bare lips as soft as he could stand it, once, twice before sticking out his tongue, lapping gently between her cute little lips. Her hips twitched again, and he flickered the tip so gently against her clit. She let out a yelp, "Ohh, yessss!"
He froze once more, but still, her eyes were closed, and he drew back, blowing a soft breath against her, her hands grabbing fistfuls of the sheets. He smirked, then pushed deeper, circling his tongue in a slow, deliberate swirl. She gasped, legs twitching, but he didn't care whether or not she was awake at this point—she was clearly enjoying it. He kissed her clit softly, then started sucking.
"Oh!" she whimpered, hips rocking in small circles, trying to fuck herself against his mouth. "Oh, please, daddy!"
He pulled away with a slurping pop, staring up at her as she humped the air, seeking his mouth again. He huffed out a disbelieving laugh. "That's right baby, I’m here."
She was panting now, utterly crazy looking as she writhed against the duvet seeking friction.
"Feels..." she slurred in her sleep. "Feels so hot..." "I know, baby," Lee breathed out. "I know your clit's all achy, and your lil hole's so wet and empty. I know good girls like you are too shy to tell men what you want. But it's okay—I know what you want." He slipped his middle finger inside of her, and attached his mouth to her clit again, sucking and licking as he fingered her tight pussy. His cock was fully hard now, he moaned at the thought of thrusting it inside her and rubbed the flat of his tongue all the way up her dripping wet lips. He pulled back to murmur against her pussy. "I know you want a big, strong man to make the tingles in your horny pussy go away. I know you need a kinky older man to take what he wants so you don't have to think about it—to think about what a needy, messy, slutty girl you are."....
He slipped another finger in, curling just so as he sucked on her clit in a long, loud slurp that made Emily's back arch, her hands grabbing her tits and her mouth falling open with a broken sound that went straight to his cock. "Oohhh, oh god!"
Her pussy clenched around his fingers, cumming so hard it felt like a vice grip as he pushed her through it, until she sagged against the mattress. He smirked, pulling back, still fingering her as she writhed, oversensitive. "Good girl—you did so good, cumming for me like that." She muttered something he couldn't hear, hands grabbing at her breasts, squeezing as she bit her lower lip. He had to laugh as he stood, reaching to undo his fly. Once he'd wrestled off his jeans and boxers he moved to the side of the bed, staring down at Emily with her legs splayed wide and her breasts out, face flushed. Her mouth glistened with spit, so pouty and pink he couldn't help but kneel on the edge of the bed and guide the head of his cock towards it.
He smeared her lips with precum, feeling how hot and volumptous they were, his hips twitching forward on their own accord, trying to push it inside. He gulped, the sight of his dick disappearing into her accommodating mouth, feeling her tongue there, knowing full well she'd never tasted a real man’s cock in her life. He slid out carefully, and thought about maybe grabbing his phone to take some pictures.
He held his breath when suddenly she moved, murmuring something before pressing a soft, open mouthed kiss to the head of his cock.
"That's right, baby," he said. "Kiss it for me."
She made a face, pulling back enough to slur, "Tastes...strange..." “If you suck on it, it tastes better."
Unbelievably she understood, wrapping her lips around him and sucking, sloppy and slow. He watched the flash of her pink tongue swipe tentatively around his tip, tasting slowly before sucking again. He pushed a noisy breath through his nose, wanting to push further into the wet heat of her mouth, but if she choked she'd definitely wake up. "You like daddy's cock, baby?" he whispered. "I bet I could make you into such a good little cocksucker...I bet I could make you gag for it, begging daddy for his cock anywhere, everywhere, no matter who was watching. Would you drool after my dick, princess? Would you beg daddy to fuck your slutty mouth like a good girl?"
"Mmm," she moaned, curling her tongue around the underside and licking up, clearly loving it. His hand wandered down to one of her breasts and pulled at the nipple, watching her pretty face fold in pleasure. Her own hands slid down from the sheets and cupped her pussy, thighs pressing together around them, so turned on she was trying to pleasure herself. He groaned at the sight, but pulled back….
"Maybe you want daddy's cock in your pussy instead," he said. "You want that, baby? You wanna get fucked so good that all you want to do for the rest of your life is have something in your needy messy wet hole?" "Yessss..." she breathed out, and just like that her legs fell open and her hands moved away.
Lee got up onto the bed, hooking Emily's knees over his elbows as he moved in closer before putting one hand down to grip himself. He pressed his cock against her throbbing pussy, so wet from cumming earlier he barely needed to guide himself in, inch by inch. "Ohhhh," Emily moaned, "Ohhhh, goddddddd..." "Fuck," he grunted, the inside of her so hot and slick he had to fall forward and brace himself against the mattress. After two months of nothing but his hand, it was almost too much, the feeling of her tight pussy clenched around him, so hot he could hardly stand it. Emily's face was beautiful half asleep, with mouth open wide, tiny whimpers escaping each time his cock was fully inside her.
Then there was a different kind of whimper, then big brown eyes were suddenly staring up at him, blinking drowsily. Emily, fully awake now, looked down at their joined bodies, and gasped loudly. "Wh-what—Lee?! What are you—?" "Shhh." He slapped a hand over her mouth. "I'm just going to make you feel good. Just lie back and enjoy it. Understand?" She nodded, face red, and he slowly removed his hand. He pulled out just enough to thrust in again, and her whole body shuddered, mouth falling open as his strokes got longer, and deeper. "Ohh, god, mmmf-it-it feels so good!" "Yeah, you like that?" he asked, breath heavy. "You like having a big strong man holding you down and fucking you. You like getting pounded in your dripping pussy, spreading your legs and taking my big thick cock”
Her hips were rolling to meet his thrusts, breasts bouncing with every slap of skin on skin, her tanktop bunched around her middle. She whimpered with every movement, "Yesss, please, more!" "I bet you'd be such a good slut for me," he moaned - “you could be my little toy. I’ll keep you at my apartment all day”
“Leeeeeee—" she whined. He grabbed her by the face, forcing her to look right at him. "Who's fucking you right now? What do you really want to call me, Emily."
She swallowed slowly, then whispered, "Daddy..."
He slipped an arm around her back, hoisting her up so he could fuck into her nice and deep while his other hand thumbed her clit. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him close so all he could do was grind his hips down in hard circles, sounds bubbling up out of her, louder and louder. Until she was clenching around around his cock, so hot, so fucking tight, shaking beneath him and she whined, "Daddddyyyyy yessss fuck meeeeeee!"
"Oh fuck," he hissed, fucking into her as hard as he could. “And don’t forget I know about your breeding kink princess”. Grabbing her throat hard he knew he was close to cumming. “Beg for me to cum inside your needy pussy. “Please Daddy, fill my hole with your cum” she screamed. Probably a little too loudly but Lee didn’t care. He exploded inside her letting out loud moans as her pussy gripped his cock tightly wanting to take in every drop. He pounded through it, reveling in the whimpers she made,she was trying to pull back because it was just too much, but he wouldn't let her. He just kept fucking her until he couldn't anymore, pulling out with a grunt and watching his cum spill out of her red, swollen pussy.
He spread her lips with his thumbs, watching his come dribble out before fucking it further into her with his fingers, smiling when she let out a shout and tried to clamp her legs shut. "Shhh, just take it, Emily."
She gasped, nodding as he pushed his fingers in and out a few times before pulling his hand free, fingers covered in both their juices. He reached up and pushed them against her mouth, and she opened obediently and sucked, tongue swirling around them. "Good girl. Good girl," he hummed.
Her eyelids fluttered, and she looked at him, sucking harder at his fingers, moaning before pulling off. "Thank you, daddy..." she sighed, mouth curving into a grin. Then just like that, she was asleep again. Lee moved to fix her top and slide her panties back on before getting into bed beside her, cradling her in his arms. He looked over her body, her chest breathing slowly and deeply; it was almost like it had never happened. But deep down he knew this was one of many fun adventures to come!!!!
1 note
·
View note
Text
Part One: Evan Peters x Health Crises Reader
I was inspired to write this after a similar experience happened to me, and I chuckled to myself and wondered "what if?". Now I'm wondering whether or not I will post multiple parts and what all physical and mental health I will project onto Y/N that I have. As of now, just low iron. But who knows what the future will bring?
fem!POV: You have an iron deficiency (TW: HOSPITAL, N33DLES, IRON DEFICIENCY), and on a cold day you pass out next to a mysterious man who is kind enough to take you to the ER.
It’s freezing. You can barely feel your fingers, and your knuckles feel like they’re swollen and pale. They’re pulling at your skin across your fingers while you hold a semi-warm Starbucks cup in your hands. Your long sleeves are barely covering the entirety of the frail hands on your body, palms squeezing the fabric in hopes to get warm.
But instead, they don’t, and your shivers start to feel like earthquakes in your bones. Your shoulders are tugging and pulling with each shiver you experience. Each hand squeezes the warmth harder. You can barely feel. Your vision blurs around the edges as small swirling lights appear in your eyesight. You pass by someone wearing a beanie, sunglasses, and a mask. Your last thought as your vision blackens is: wow, he’s weird.
After a moment you feel warmth around your arms, and you’re looking at your reflection in black mirrored glasses. Then, it all goes dark.
.
.
.
You awaken next after a pinch in your forearm. It feels like your eyelids are a thousand pounds, and you can barely lift them up. And when you do, you see a startling bright white. For a second, you believe you just died, before the light dies down as your pupils shrink. You see the soft speckled pattern on the ceiling, along with longer white stripes holding up the squares tiles.
You blink, once, twice, then look down and immediately look away from the needle in your arm. It makes you shiver. Instead your eyes wander over to the man next to the hospital bed you’re in. You can’t see his face, but you know it’s the same one who saved you- he has on the same white sweatshirt with the gray neck hem, and that exact same black beanie resting atop the brunette curls that are peaking out. He is talking, and it takes you a second to understand what he and the other nurses are saying.
“Is she gonna be okay?” He asks. His voice isn’t deep, it’s actually pretty warm, and soft, and has a certain nasally quality to it. But it’s confident, clear- why are you thinking so hard about his voice? It’s like you’ve heard it before, but you’re unsure where.
The nurse replies, she sounds rushed, “We don’t know- oh we are so over stuffed here…” She looks at the man, “You may stay with her, I’ll be right back.”
“Wait no I-” He begins before sighing. He rubs his head, “I don’t actually know… her…”
Finally, he turns. You both lock eyes. You see his face for the first time since you got here. Your eyes widen, resting your own on those deep chocolate brown. Now you know why he was wearing all of those sunglasses and mask and, and…
“Evan?” You ask, your voice still a whisper, and your eyes a little leaky from the realization. You’re humiliated, and as he realizes you’re a fan, his eyes widen too. You feel weird, calling him by just his first name, hearing him sniffle, wipe his nose, look vaguely annoyed- it was all things you didn’t expect to see out of the parasocial crush you had on him. Both your eyes look down as you realize he’s just as sexy in real life as he is in the media. Thick neck, broad shoulders, and a tummy that dips into slightly larger hips.
He lets out a breath, “So you’re a fan, huh?” He sits down, taking off his beanie and running his hand through his hair. The brown curls all stick up, pointing in several directions like a hairy fireball. It makes you giggle, and you bring your hands up to your mouth in a cheeky grin.
He looks at you, and then realizes your eyes are not in line with his, but rather, above. Evan grabs at his head, and smooths his palms over his hair, chuckling, “Hey! It’s cold out.” He sighs and rubs his hands up his thighs, “Well I’m Evan, Peters, obviously as you know. I act, and save random people who pass out on the street now... Who are you?”
“Well, I’m Y/N,” You’re shy, looking away as he watches you, and listens. He isn’t leaning into the conversation, or absent minded on his phone, but rather, sitting back and watching you with curious eyes. You go on, “I recently moved here from uh, my home town. Mainly for University, but also because I got offered a job to help be on the production crew of a film-” You stop, and whip your head towards him in slight horror, “I should be asking you the same thing, after all, I know you don’t typically spend time in Maine of all places, oh god why didn’t they tell me the- that-”
Evan realizes with you and widens his eyes and smiles, “Wow! I guess we are gonna be coworkers soon huh?” He chuckles again. His brows then furrow, “But I was more curious to hear what and why you passed out. That was scary. I heard you body literally thud to the ground, like, pfft’nkd,” He literally mimics the noise, “And I thought you had a heart attack and died!”
You giggle again, and stare at him. You take him in. But you can’t seem to stare at him too long. The thought of him was so tantalizing that not even actually knowing him made you have a crush on him. Now, to see him here, reality, not on a screen, backed up some overwhelming emotions. You take him in in little sips, the way a polite woman would sip alcohol at a fancy bar, with her lips puckered and eyes on the glass. He was making you dizzy, and this sip made you realize that despite being a little sweaty he smelled wonderful.
Then, the reality of what he asked hits you. It makes your smile waver a little, and you look down. You admit, “I have an iron deficiency.”
His eyes widened a little. At least you were honest with him. He sighs and runs his fingers through his hair again, “Jeez, I’m sorry…”
Evan looks a little nervous as he talks to you. It makes you curious too, and you ask him something this time, ��I hope I didn’t interrupt your day, I know you’re probably busy. You know you don’t have to stay here right?”
He looks at you and does this small half smile that you’ve seen him do in pictures and it makes your heart leap. You physically can't look at him when he says this next part, “Yeah sure, but, it didn't seem like you had many other options immediately.”
“I have my roommate!” You blurt a little too fast.
It takes Evan off guard, and his eyes blink really fast and widen. You wave your hands back and forth, and it makes you a little dizzy, “I erm- I just don’t wanna-”
“Calm down!” He chuckles and sits forwards a little bit, putting his hand on the little rail on the side of your hospital bed, “I don’t have much goin’ on today. So please, don’t worry about it.”
You feel the hand on the bed and your eyes widen and you feel dizzy again. Not sick, dizzy, just, warm and fuzzy and- and- “O-oh… What did you have planned?”
He smiles and moves back again, “Well, I heard of a good local bar.” He pauses and then looks at you, “Wanna come with me? I’d be lonely.”
You don’t think before answering, “Yes.”
#evan peters#fanfic#x reader#female reader#evan peters x reader#evan peters x you#later I think I will imply an age gap but not creepy#reader is over 18#reader is probably 20-21
1 note
·
View note
Note
“do you blame me for being horny all the time? look at you” for mlbrry
Harry had just put Easton and Cash down for their naps upstairs while YN began her chore of cleaning the kitchen that the two little boys had just destroyed with remnants of pancakes and bananas.
She was over at the sink in a oversized shirt and soft cotton shorts, scrubbing at the plates and other things left over.
Two large hands come snaking around her waist to rest on her tummy, right above the waistband of the shorts and warm breath again her neck.
YN shakes her head with a chuckle when he presses himself, half-hard, against her bum. Her hips digging into the counter.
“You know, you were always like this in college. I thought you’d grow out of it six years and two babies later,” YN hums, allowing him to suck a kiss at the edge of her jaw.
He whines, like he’s put out, muttering against her skin, “Can you blame me f’bein’ horny? Look at you, mama.”
“I look like a hot mess,” YN giggles, letting the dishes fall back into the sink and drying her hands off with the dish towel.
“Also, y’act like six years or two babies matters. Six years has made y’even more sexy and tha’ fact that you gave me two babies will permanently turn me on.”
YN never had the fear that most famous sports players wife’s had of their husbands cheating with all the temptation.
Not when Harry was getting turned on over the fact that his wife was washing dishes in their house in her pajamas with their two babies upstairs sleeping soundly and happily.
It takes no time for him to untie the knot in the shorts, letting them fall to the ground, and he groans when he sees her in a skimpy plain black thong.
“Y’fuckin’ bum,” He praises, spreading her cheeks before watching them bounce back together, can’t help but give a cheek a light smack.
Harry is turning her around, pressing her back against the sink, and quickly tugging off her panties to get to his favorite spot - her cunt.
“Fuck, s’so pretty,” Harry murmurs, his thumb coming to curiously swipe through the thick of her folds, “Love it when y’prickly.”
It’s true, she hadn’t found the time to shave in the past few days but she knew Harry didn’t mind a little peach fuzz.
“Harry, c’mon,” YN whimpers, it is truly how amazing how fast her husband can get her dripping down her inner thighs with arousal.
“Think about eatin’ you out all the time, never enough,” He confesses, peppering a few kisses along the warm damp skin, “Even think about it when I’m playing, was thinkin’ about you sitting on my face the other day while I was pitchin’.”
YN didn’t understand sometimes, how he was still this attracted to her when he could have anyone he wanted.
“You can have it, please baby,” YN begs, his hand coming to throw her one leg over his shoulder so that he can lean and lick a long, rough stripe from her bum to her clit.
“Oh! H!” She yelps, his mouth moving to suckle at her clit for a moment before he pulls back.
“Shush, mama. Gotta be quiet, our babies are sleepin’,” He reminds her fondly before latching back onto her sensitive nub.
Her hips are bucking forward in pleasure, rutting her clit against his flat tongue with abandon to find her release.
Harry mumbles against her, “Take y’top off, let me see m’tits.”
She does instantly, letting her natural breasts drop out of the top, one finger coming to tweak at the hardened bud as Harry slips in tongue into her center.
“M’coming, baby, please,” YN whispers, throwing her head back as Harry laps up all of her orgasm with fervor.
“So perfect, gonna let me give y’my cock?” He goads, helping her steady herself and he stands back up, sighing when she tugs his shorts down and wraps a hand around him.
“When do I ever turn that down?” YN smiles, ducking down to suckle at the tip of him - he’s a sucker for her mouth.
“C’mon, y’know I’ll come if y’do that,” He complains, tugging her up with a punishing pinch of her nipple before soothing his thumb over it.
He gets her on top their kitchen island, her bum at the edge, legs spread, and him in between them guiding himself into her tight center.
“Gets better every time, I swear,” Harry grunts as he thrust forward, lips finding his wife’s as he picks up a steady rhythm.
“Right there, fuck-“ YN hisses as he angles to find her sweet spot as he fills her perfectly, his cock big enough for a pleasant stretch.
“Look s’good, y’cunt takin’ me in. All I bloody think about when I’m away, how tight, wet, perfect it is around me, nothin’ like it,” Harry babbles on, he’s getting close so he moves his thumb to rub tight circles on her clit.
It’s not long until their both coming, panting, and satisfied but does it really surprise anyone when Harry murmurs against her lips as she cooks dinner that night…
“Round two?”
704 notes
·
View notes
Text
❈•≫──ɴᴏ ɢᴀᴘ──≪•❈
🏳️🌈Victoria × reader
NSFW 🔥 sexy practices with scissors that some would find unsafe, swearing sapphics
° Victoria de Angelis & female reader insert
° “This has got to be the gayest chafe rash in the history of the world,” your girlfriend discovers that your thighs were scratched up by a pair of sequined shorts worn to a gay rights rally- she instantly sets about kissing this wound better
wordcount::: 3,481
° loosely inspired by true events
"See- this is why I need a thigh gap…"
Victoria didn't turn away from the mirror, her back to you as she worked to wipe her face free of makeup. "That might be the dumbest thing you've ever said, and I know you're not dumb, so it's, like, extra baffling. Nobody needs a thigh gap, not a single person has ever died from a lack of thigh gap. It's not like oxygen, you won't die without it."
You looked around yourself on the bed, wishing for something you could throw at your girlfriend in retaliation. But all that you had was your phone. "First of all, you don't get an opinion if you aren't gonna look and see what I'm actually talking about. Second of all, if I had a thigh gap, then I wouldn't be having this issue."
You were looking at little bumps of irritation that had sprung up along the insides of your thighs. The sequin-covered shorts you had worn earlier had irritated your skin, even though you hadn't felt the plastic edges rubbing at your legs.
But you hadn't noticed, or even felt it, at the time, entirely distracted by everything that had been going on around you. The glitzy pants had been the obvious choice to wear to the gay rights rally, the thick stripes of bright colours were eye-catching, an obnoxious choice, which only made sense for participating in an event with the queer community.
Your girlfriend had been trying to remove the thick black liner from all around her eyes, she was done with makeup and being presentable now that the march was over. The two of you were planning for an early night, all of your energy given to the shouting during the protest. She would soon be joining you on the bed, ready to cuddle and relax.
She turned away from the mirror, coming over to where you were sprawled out on the bed. The little dots of irritation were so small that she had to stand directly alongside you, following to where you were pointing.
"Oh-no, the sequined shorts bit up your legs." She said, sitting down between your ankles, with her hand on your leg immediately. "This has got to be the gayest chafe rash in the history of the world."
You giggled. "Battle wounds from serving the gay agenda. But you see what I mean now, right? This is only here 'cause my thighs rub together when I walk. Therefore, if I had a thigh gap, I wouldn't-"
She put one finger to your lips and you rolled your eyes, but let her cut you off all the same. "I don't want you to have a thigh gap, because now, I can kiss your gorgeous thighs better." Her hand had eased up, reaching to your knee. "Does it hurt? Do you need me to kiss it better?"
"No, and yes." You said, seeing that flare of excitement in her eyes and you licked your lips.
She lunged in quickly, putting a hand to your cheek to hold you in place so she could place a kiss on your lips. You tilted forward, parting your lips.
But she pulled away, grinning mischievously in response to the pout on your face. She shuffled back, pushing your knees apart. You felt her fingers stroking across your skin, testing out the sensitivities.
She placed herself between your ankles, leaning forward until her face was right at your thigh. She laid a single kiss upon your leg, then her eyes flashed up to your face, which was burning with the excited blush that only she could bring from you. She smiled at you and you gathered her hair up in your hand, not wanting your view of her impeded in any way as she got to work covering the inside of your thighs in kisses.
"I've gotta be honest…" She said, in the pause as she switched from one leg to the other. "I've been kind of waiting for an excuse to jump your bones all day long." You giggled - it didn't matter how many times you heard your girlfriend express her desires for you, it always made you giddy. "And it's not just because of the shorts…"
She sucked some of your skin into her mouth momentarily, prompting a gasp from you. "But they did really help. You were putting the hot in hot-pants. But I think you already knew that, you had so many people coming up to compliment you and, of course, I agree with all of them. But it was so satisfying to keep in the back of my mind, how much better you look out of them, and that I'm the only one who gets to see you this way."
You had started to squirm as she licked a long swipe up, bordering on touching the seam of your panties.
"But it's not just because of the shorts. It's because you looked so fuckin' powerful and passionate." She said and you felt your heart flutter. "Seeing you all dressed up and painted in these gay colours and screaming loud enough for the whole world to hear." There was more lingering between her kisses, her lips remaining close to your skin. "Your confidence is so fuckin' sexy, you have no idea. I love watching you lead and be so damn bold.
"You're so unapologetic and incredible that it…" She seemed to think over her next choice of word, a pensive look coming over her face as she hooked her fingers into the top of your panties. "It makes me proud to be gay."
She tugged at the black underwear and you lifted your ass, allowing her to pull them all the way off. She licked her lips as her eyes fell upon your cunt. “This makes me super proud to be gay. Wet, it also makes me really wet.”
You giggled, biting into your bottom lip as you watched her. She seemed to be sizing you up, as if you were a meal and she couldn’t decide where to start. Your breathing was shallow as you silently egged her on, unsure of your ability to make it through a sustained state of anticipation. You wiggled your hips from side-to-side a little, powerless to keep the building lust at bay.
When you felt her on your skin again, she was still dedicating her attention to your legs. She had moved up to the highest point on your thigh, leaving sloppy kisses at the natural crease here.
Her blue eyes flicked up to your face and you could sense that something was about to happen.
Your toes curled, the surprise making you gasp when she sucked one of your labia into her mouth. It took a moment for you to regain your bearings (it felt like your head was spinning a little). When you looked down again, you could see a smile forming on her mouth, which became all the more evident when she released the flap.
“I know that you did a lot of screaming today, I know, I know.” She said, licking her lips. “You were all-in on the chanting, by far louder than anyone else that we were around. But I’m just wondering, do you think that you’ve got any voice left? Could you give me some really good screams?”
"Yeah, my throat isn't sore or anything." You said.
She was still smiling as she sank herself down, into your crotch again. She placed her lips to your pussy, kissing the skin here before lolling her tongue out to scrape between your labia majora. She pushed the tip of her tongue into this space and rolled it up, colliding with the hood of your clitoris. Your hands clenched and you whimpered, the feeling of excited tingles beginning in your pussy.
She flicked her tongue up, waggling it up-and-down playfully a couple of times before bringing her lips forward, cupping your clitoris between them. Here, you were held, where she could play with you all the more, her tongue creating incredible patterns over the tight bundle of nerves. The relentless nature of this teasing soon had you rolling your hips.
You moved your hands into her long hair, stroking without grabbing. You began to moan, leaning into the headboard as you attempted to brace yourself against the strengthening waves of pleasure. You looked down again, but this time she wasn't staring at you, instead her eyes were shut as she got to work lavishing attention upon your pussy.
You started to find a way to match the tempo of her movements and you could sync your hips to her tongue, creating a greater impact each time. She swirled it around in circles and you could feel your wetness reaching to the highest level of the day. You whined as she covered your clitoral hood in her saliva, allowing it to slip against her tongue effortlessly.
Your body froze when she pulled away. Your mouth hung open in shock and you had absolutely no idea what to do, unable to come down yourself. You didn't understand what was going on as you watched her sit up.
"Are you sure that you've still got your voice?" She asked. "'Cause you're kinda acting a little shy over there."
"Well, I wasn't, like, trying to-"
Her hands went to the bottom of her cut-off singlet and she started to lift it away, providing you with a view of her breasts. "What if I got naked? That usually gets a big, vocal reaction from you."
"That's 'cause you're so hot." You said as she opened up the fly of her jeans. "And 'cause I'm so gay for you."
She shed her jeans and lacy underwear, your eyes eagerly taking in the sight of so much bare skin. It didn’t matter how many times you saw your girlfriend like this - her naked form always prompted deep, powerful lust inside of you.
Her hot hands landed on your body again, her fingers danced across your skin, stroking briefly in some places while other spots received a firm grasp. It was all impossible to predict as she lowered herself down again. "I'm really gay for you, too."
Her hands settled onto your thighs, but this area would receive no further attention from her mouth. Because that attention was reserved for your cunt.
She pushed her tongue between your warm flaps, locating your clit where it had been pulsing, eagerly awaiting more teasing. She flattened her tongue against it, slowly dragging it across in a way that made your hips rock forward.
There was no chance of you containing the whimper that came in response to her tongue swirling in a circle around your clit. You were feeling excited tremors through your whole body, which only grew more prominent as she set into a rhythm of circles.
Your clitoris was becoming swollen as more blood rushed to this area, bringing with it such intense sensitivities. It was impossible to tell if her tongue was applying more pressure, or if you were simply feeling her movements more due to your entire body's fixation on her touch.
You whined as she gained an unbelievable speed, only to drop off seconds later. Then, as you thought you had a chance to catch your breath - she was racing through more cycles.
As you were reaching a fever pitch, she changed her focus and left your clitoral hood alone. That merciless tongue moved lower, tasting the drippings at your entrance.
The hands that held your thighs were rubbing, giving you the kind of pressure that you were longing to feel all over your body. Her fingers kneaded at the muscles, which were clenching more with each moment that her warm tongue rested at your slit.
You only felt her tongue inside of you for one moan-filled moment. Before you could push yourself forward or invest your excitement in this feeling, she was taking it away from you.
It took you a few seconds to blink your eyes fully open again, looking down to find her piercing eyes were already watching you. She remained low, her mouth still so temptingly close to your needy pussy. You ran your fingers through her hair, pushing it away from her shining face as you struggled to read the expression on her features.
"Still not loud enough, baby." She said and you slumped back against the headboard. "I know you can give me more."
"Vic, I-"
"What if I put my pussy on yours?" She asked and when you next opened your eyes, it was to find her sitting up. "Would you get really loud for me then?"
"Yes, yes."
She put her hands to your face and drew you in for a cunt-flavoured kiss. She let you feel a bit more of her tongue, darting between your lips to spread that primal taste further. You tilted your head back as you allowed your jaw to grow slack.
"Get on your back." She instructed.
You removed your bra and started to lie down. She kissed you as she accompanied you in reclining. You laid your head upon the pillow, licking your lips as her eyes remained on yours.
She placed her hands on your legs, pushing your thighs apart. Her firm hands guided them to an unnatural position, putting you on display to her like never before.
She lifted one of her legs and placed it across where you were already spread so wide, using this to overlap one of your legs, effectively pinning it down.
She kept her balance, planting her knee onto the bed beneath your ass. Her strength and flexibility allowed her to maintain total control over her body, as it hovered over yours. With the tension held in her legs, she bent herself forward, placing one hand to the side of your face. You smiled as she leaned in closer, her mouth meeting yours in a kiss. Her merciless tongue swiped between your lips, prompting you to give her access so that she could share the taste of your lust even further.
Before the two of you could find a rhythm, your head was falling back and you marked the end of the kiss with a sob. She had brought her pussy down on top of yours, your soaked cunt was already so sensitive that this beginning of pressure was enough to get you tight-chested with anticipation of your release.
With your eyes shut, you let yourself become daunted by the rush of pleasure that this sent through your body. Muscles that you hadn’t been aware of less than ten minutes ago, were now clenched, tensed as she aimed to get you closer to that edge.
From above you, you heard her grunts of effort as she started to work her pussy against yours. She rolled her hips, dragging herself over your crotch. You heard the sounds of her wetness mixing with your own. She rocked her body weight back, allowing her to put more pressure against your pussy.
You were smiling as you lifted your head, enjoying the swell of arousal and all of the tingles that it brought. Your eyes met hers - they were alight with the excitement of unrestrained desire. As she twisted her fingers into your hair, she grinded down harder.
“Oh, Vic…” You whined before the rest of your sounds were swallowed up by her kissing you again.
Your hands moved across the smooth skin of her back, savouring this shrinking gap between the two of you. Her groans were delivered directly into your mouth as her rocking started to pick up speed. Even as her kisses suffered from inconsistency, her determination was clear.
She sacrificed any further kisses, sitting up and away from your horizontal position. This allowed her to press down harder into you, the warm tingles radiating further through you as you felt every inch of her cunt rolled against your crotch. You gaped up at her as she placed both hands on the headboard, her unbelievable body poised above yours.
Working this new angle, she had started to move quicker. She could truly find her groove here, moving her hips in purposeful circles of a thorough massage. You watched her as so many of your sensitivities were sparked to life, she had transfixed you, making you obsess over every moan as it fell from her lips.
“Baby…” Her raspy voice was even sexier when she was out of breath. She put her hand over yours and pushed it down, along the lower half of her back, until your palm met her ass. You grabbed at it, rewarded with the sight of her parted lips curving into a smile. “Fuck yes. I’m so damn gay for you, babe.” You squeezed the pert cheek. “Do you feel that? Do you feel how wet and nasty you make me, ‘til all I can do is rub my pussy all over yours…”
“Yes, God yes.” There was no chance of keeping the whiny tone out of your voice as her powerful gyrations refused to let up.
Your legs had started to shake, your clitoris feeling swollen with so many sensitivities. With your pelvis tilted, you rocked your hips, doing your best to keep in time with her.
“Oh my God, Vic.” You whimpered, feeling your toes curl.
“I wanna hear you scream.” She said, her clit swirling against yours. “Are you gonna do that? Are you gonna scream for me when we come all over each other’s pussies?”
“Yes, yuh-yes, I will.” Your legs were now twitching, the muscles here dancing with spasms, matched to the desperate clenching of your inner walls.
The next sounds that you made were a string of completely incoherent vocalisations, because words were beyond you as this ecstasy rose up to an incredible height. You writhed against her, both hands reaching out for the sheets.
“Oh my- holy shh- ah.” You cried out to the ceiling as tremors began to seize your body.
Her gyrating continued, she was too set in on this rhythm to be thrown off by the flailing of your aching legs. Your back remained arched, keeping the right position, but you couldn’t maintain the tempo. Your hips stuttered against hers at an unpredictable, erratic rate.
“Oh God, ah my God…” You were screaming, mixing between words and unintelligible sounds. “Oh Vic, yes babe, yes.” Your hands curled into fists as your whole body tensed, poised for the crazy heights that only she could take you to. “Ah, oh, oh, yes. Oh my God.” Your eyes started to roll back as she maintained the pressure upon your cunt. “Oh, oh, fuck.”
You were overcome by the pleasure, greeting your orgasm with a strained sob. You jerked up into her, your vision filled with stars as your body was finally set free.
“Good girl, good fuckin’ girl.” She said as you shuddered your way through the aftershocks.
She hadn’t moved off of your cunt, proving there was still more after this peak. She had started to rock back-and-forth, pulling even more sensations from this area. But you were currently ruined, your body flinching as control remained beyond your grasp.
“This pussy.” She moaned over the sounds of your wetness continuing to coat her. “I love this perfect pussy so fuh-fucking muh-uch.” Her rocks were getting shorter, concentrating the efforts of where she rubbed into you. “I wanna ride it for- mm, fuck- wanna ride it forver.”
She sucked in a quick breath, at the same time as her tempo increased to a quicker, but less thorough rate. Your clitoris tingled in the breaks between contact when she started to bounce her hips. You were receiving her in short, inconsistent impacts.
As she frantically bumped against you, you were left to squirm through more Earth-shattering aftershocks, your cunt still alive with sensitivities. You whimpered, feeling a sensation similar to when she spanked your pussy.
“Oh, fuck yes.” She panted out.
You opened your eyes, lifting your head to take in the sight of her chasing her climax. You quivered, absolutely stunned by how her pleasure could take over so many of your senses.
It didn’t matter that these collisions were short, the intensity was fixed to where she needed it and you could watch her beginning to shatter. Her body jolted and jerked, contorting into unplanned positions as she cried out, consistently getting louder.
She shouted your name out in a moment of triumph before she crumpled, losing her strength and all of her control as she came.
Your wet bodies separated and she fell to the mattress next to you. You listened to her struggling for breath as you repositioned your limbs, moving your body to lie as felt natural to you.
Her hand reached out to grab your thigh. “I don’t wanna hear you talkin’ shit ‘bout my girlfriend’s gorgeous legs ever again.”
╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮
If you like my writing, feel free to tip me. both commissions & requests are open, commissions get priority & the most input [there is currently a cue of 3 fics for commissions!]
#victoria de angelis fic#victoria x reader#victoria de angelis x reader#victoria de angelis x you#victoria de angelis x plussize reader#maneskin x plussize reader#thick thighs save lives#maneskin x reader#maneskin fanfiction#maneskin smut#maneskin fic#manesmut#requested by absolutely noone
118 notes
·
View notes
Text
Twenty-Five (Tom Holland)
a/n: well, i haven’t posted a fic in a while and i’m scared asdfghjkl. anyhow, this was a last minute idea, a.k.a was written fairly quick so bare with me for it may be shit lol. hope you guys enjoy! oh, and happy birthday to this handsome man in a turtleneck!
pairing: tom holland x female!reader
trope/genre: none
summary: Tom unwraps his last gift for his birthday, from you.
warnings: implied smut (18+), nothing detailed, will include a glimpse of dom!tom at the end.
word count: 1.6k+ (short but sweet spicy)
masterlist in bio
-:-:-:-:-
It's been ten minutes since you arrived back home from Tom's birthday dinner, a simple yet eventful night with friends and family. It was a given that the birthday boy was probably tired from all the fun and rowdy activities, add that to the fact that he'd been entertaining his guests the whole evening. But, with one last gift, it was also a given that your night was far from over.
You were nervous, there was no denying that. This was the first time you'd ever bought something like this, much less, show it to someone else. Despite being together for almost two years now, you hadn't really dabbled much into showing Tom a much more alluring type of clothing. But since it was a special occasion, you found no harm in giving your man a little surprise, a gift, as you might say. So of course you were nervous since this was going to be the first time that Tom will see you in something so...lacy, dainty, and well, sexy.
After checking yourself countless times in the mirror to make sure everything was right—with a few pep talks thrown in as well—you tied up your short, red, silk robe before finally coming out of the bathroom.
You found Tom sitting on your shared bed, still sporting his outfit of the night which was his tight, black turtleneck, biceps practically begging to be free with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. It was paired with his striped pants, one that was making his thighs look even more ravishing, inviting. He was looking handsome as always. His eyes were glued to his phone, fingers typing away, probably responding to more of his endless sea of greetings.
You silently made your way in front of the bed, fingers toying with the hem of your robe from the jitters. Taking in a few steady breaths, you tilted your head and said,
"Tom, go on and unwrap your last present for tonight."
"Huh? What present—oh," Tom cut himself off, eyebrows rising once his gaze landed on you. He hurriedly put his phone away, even doing as much as putting it inside his drawer, and you could only assume he turned Do Not Disturb on as well, the eagerness written all over his face. His smirk grew wide as he stood up from his place, walking over to you with his brown orbs gradually turning a shade darker. His hands found themselves on your waist once he was in close enough proximity, squeezing it tenderly. "Is my present under that robe?" he asked, voice falling down an octave.
"Maybe," you said with a shrugged, a feign innocent smile playing on your lips.
Tom shook his head. "I think I might need to sit down for this," he chuckled deeply, settling himself on the foot of the bed, spreading his legs wide so you could stand in between.
He kept his eyes locked with yours as he twirled the tie of your robe around his fingers, smirk only growing wider once he saw you swallow the lump in your throat. With how close you were, he could probably hear how your heart was beating so loud. Tom always found pride whenever he earned any reaction from you by doing absolutely nothing yet. It was very smug of him, but Tom being confident and in control will never fail to be so damn attractive, who were you to complain?
Agonizingly slow, he undid the ribbon, eyes never leaving yours even until the fabric had loosened around your body. Then, Tom reached up, fingers slipping underneath the silk, touch unhurried as he gently pushed it off your shoulders. The smooth material slipped down your body with ease and pooled at your feet, Tom still holding your gaze but only for a moment. With a deep breath, his orbs flickered down, features befalling with awe, his jaw dropping as he cursed,
"Fuck."
It was a simple, red, 3-piece, lingerie set. The garter and lace detailing covered so little but enough to still leave something for the imagination. It was hugging your body in all the right places, accentuating your shape in the most flattering of ways. The set was practically see-through yet the fabric was still cut out in certain areas to show even more skin. There was a ribbon right on top of each bra strap and then a matching one right in the middle of the hem of your panties.
"Absolutely stunning, you are," Tom marveled, almost like a gasp, hands wandering from your shoulders, down your arms, curling around your waist before proceeding down your thighs. His touch was laced with utter worship and praise. Add that to the way he was gazing you up, your nerves were quick to be replaced with confidence. You giggled softly, cheeks flushed as Tom did nothing else but caress your flawed skin amorously, making sure that there was nothing left untouched. His eyes were roaming just the same as if he was being extra sure that he wasn't missing a single detail, both on your perfect imperfections and the lace alike.
"You like it?" you asked.
Tom scoffed, shaking his head as he looked up at you with much adoration. "Like is a massive understatement." Squeezing your waist, Tom let you go as he leaned back on his arms, now all sprawled out with a wide smirk. "Step back a little, darling, I want to see all of you," he drawled. And you did, walking back a few steps so he could get the full scope. Tom shook his head with a low groan, "Fucking gorgeous."
"Now, give me a spin."
You laughed timidly but did so anyway, nothing but hums of satisfaction and appreciation coming out of your man as you did a full 360. Once you were facing him again, you found him with his head tilted far to the side, bottom lip caught between his teeth as his eyes stayed down to which you assumed was ogling at your backside. Your assumption was swiftly proven right when Tom threw in another request.
"Turn to the side a little, sweetheart," he asked, not at all trying to be discreet as to where his eyes were glued. With the confidence brewing in you, you posed for him sideways, chin on your shoulder as you flashed him a charming smile. Tom bit back a groan, admiring you from head to toe, shaking his head and blowing out his cheeks once he did so. After a few moments, he met your gaze again with nothing but a proud and satisfied look on his face. "Difficult decision," he pondered, a soft hum with his voice all deep.
"What?" you giggled.
"I can't decide if I should rip it off of you immediately," Tom paused, tilting his head at you with a knowing grin as he continued with a guttural tone, "Or fuck you while it's still on."
You bit your bottom lip to suppress a whimper, thighs instinctively pressing together which only earned a low chuckle from you man. Yet with your newfound confidence, you took a breath, a soft sigh as you ran your hands slowly, teasingly over the lace repeatedly. Tom's eyes followed your fingers, brown orbs coated with much hunger and lust.
"Well, don't rip it yet. It's new," you hummed, pouting at him sweetly before you shrugged. Toying with the garter of your panties, you added, "Then again, you are the birthday boy, you can have your way however you may please."
Tom's eyes snapped back up to meet yours. There was a flicker in his orbs, like a switch, and that was when you knew he caught on that your words meant more than just the lingerie.
"The latter then," he concluded, sitting up straight before his hands patted his lap, beckoning you closer. "Come here."
You walked over to him slowly, making sure to sway your hips sensually, which made Tom shake his head at you with a low groan. Once you stood right in between his legs, you lifted a hand to grab his shoulder for support, ready to straddle his lap. That until he caught your wrist midway into the air.
Tom shook his head no, tutting with a menacing smirk. He brought your wrist to his lips, giving it sweet, chaste kisses before he slowly guided you to where exactly he wanted you. You felt your insides churn when he simply said, "On your stomach, my love."
With a sharp breath, you did as told, situating yourself on your stomach, your body sprawled right across his thick thighs. You shivered once Tom ran his fingers down your spine before tracing the fabric that hugged your body so delicately that it may have seemed like he wasn't even touching it at all. He was silent, merely admiring, and dare you say it, enjoying his view. If the certain hardness that was poking your stomach wasn't a dead giveaway, then the way he was breathing heavily, would. Yet once he spoke again, you felt your whole body fire up, every inch of your skin tingling with utter fervor and excitement.
"How old am I again, darling?"
You gulped. It was rhetorical, but an unanswered question could only do more harm than good for you.
"Twenty-five."
Tom only hummed in response. There was no use for words anyway when you felt his warm palm smooth over the supple flesh of your ass that was exactly in his line of sight, exposed for his and his sight only. Yet in contrast, the cold metal of his Rolex on your skin emitted another shiver from you, a shaky breath escaping your lips soon after.
Tom chuckled proudly at your reaction, a few seconds of silence floating over you both before a sudden, sharp smack rang in the air.
Your body jolted in utter surprise. The stinging sensation immediately covered your cheek at the harsh impact, starting from where Tom's hand once was before the heat spread to your very core as you breathlessly moaned,
"One."
-:-:-:-:-
thank you for reading love! like, reblog if you enjoyed and lemme know your thoughts! x
#tom holland#thomas stanley holland#tom holland fanfiction#tom holland imagine#tom holland one shot#tom holland x reader#tom holland x female reader#tom holland reader insert#tom holland x you#tom holland x y/n#tom holland oneshot#tom holland fluff#tom holland fanfic#tom holland fic#dom!tom#my writing
691 notes
·
View notes
Text
Before I Let Go
Written for @soufcakmistress
Paris glided through the door of her shared apartment with a bounce in her step, her congested decorative keychain jingling with every sway and pump of her chubby arms. "Aeeh! Aehh! Aehhh!" Tongue out, she slid. She had the music inside of her along with a lil bit of drank. It had been a beautiful Sunday afternoon with the company of all her best ladies over brunch at the tap house and the good hadn't ended.. she was loose and tipsy, hot and ready like a pizza.. ready to be smacked, flipped, and rubbed down. She needed to be with her hunk of man in the biblical sense now before her period came roaring back to cockblock. It was due in a few days, both she and Erik had the cycle memorized.
The apartment smelled of Passion Fruit Fabuloso when she stepped inside, her favorite kind of Fabuloso and she paused to inhale deeply. She started to sing praises to the most high in her alto choir voice as she sat Erik's food bag from the tap house on the counter.
"This man, this man..," she sang breaking out into an impromptu shout toward the couch. "I'm a fuck this man so wild he won't piss straight for a weeeek. He don't know, he don't know!"
"The fuck?" He looked up from the tv, humored, and her hand went up in the air jingling keys as she moved her hips. She loved this man and it deserved a dance.
"Erik," she called for his attention though he was already watching her like she was crazy. He kissed his teeth.
"Go to sleep, Paris."
"It's 2:30 in the afternoon! Look look.."
"Girl.." His hand rose in attempt to calm her so he could watch football in peace as he'd been.
"Ain't no girl. Don't girl me, nigga. I'll drop all this ass on you right now."
He'd fucked up by cleaning the house. Plus she was litty six titties AND ovulating?
She had to find the perfect song on her phone cranking it up as she Mary J Bliged directly in front of him ignoring his attempt to watch the tv behind her.
"And I really love youuuu!" She sang it like she wrote it blocking the screen on purpose. He swatted at her thigh with the gentlest push trying to coax her outta the way but she grabbed the sides of his face to steal his attention. "You should knooow!" She let go to dance. "I wanna make sure I'm riight boy." She had to boop his nose. "Before I let go." He dropped his head back on the cushion.
"Paris." He wasn't having it.
She two-stepped out of the way to find the kitchen was spotless, the floor was mopped, the carpet was vacuumed and she whimpered in joy nearly in happy tears. The eyelet lace jacket she'd worn to brunch was now off and on that freshly vacuumed floor, shoes coming off and in hand. Her jeans were slung over a chair. "Before I let you GOOOOO," she wailed dancing to the back of the couch to hug her man from behind, her arms around his thick smooth neck. "OOOOOOOH.. I WILL NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER LET YOU GO BEFORE I GO."
"You a lil more than tipsy..," his head finally rolled back for a small peck of a kiss during the commercial break. She slipped her whole tongue in his mouth and he jumped, shocked. Her hands locked under his chin to hold him in place as she sucked his tongue out of his mouth like some ramen noodles. He tried to talk when she stopped to bite his lip, his eyes still wide in shock.
"I'm in a good mood," Paris giggled noting his expression. "Keep me happy like this and you might get this treatment more often."
"..Nah it's the liquor. What you been sippin on, and why don't we have it in the house?" His hands went up to play in the curly ponytail behind her head pulling her back in.
"Noo, I swear. It's you baby," Paris grinned sliding her hands down his thin white tshirt feeling his chest through the fabric. Coming back up she squeezed his specs and ran her tongue over his cheek to his ear biting his lobe. He bit his lip before the game returning to the screen reclaimed his attention.
"The game back on," he shifted lifting his hips. Paris didn't care about the game, she loved the way he smelled.. like black soap. His skin was so buttery and dewy.. better than her skin. She kissed all over his sleek neck and his cheek and forehead from behind the couch, rubbing on his shoulders.
"Men always have better skin.." She could see him licking his lips. His chest was raising along with his hips, legs unconsciously parting. She rubbed the skin of her face against his beard. It needed to be lined up pretty damn badly but she liked him scruffy with the lil disconnected gaps too. He was just sexy to her.
Her hand slipped into his boxers and he didn't blink or move or look down but she got a hand full of half hard dick and began to tug and stroke it upward, slowly and firmly, edging him until the next commercial break.
"Let me find out I found the recipe to your freak cuz you don't typically act like this," Erik grinned. He was right. He was typically the one to initiate.
"You just got me feeling like Jodeci," Paris grinned rounding the couch to move to his lap. "And all those mimosas made me feel frisky." She kissed and licked up his neck again to get him involved and it worked because his hands stroked her lower back down to her ass, rubbing her cheeks in circles. "I had to wait all the way until I got home, and now I want my dick."
"Oh yeah?" He liked that. Paris moved to her knees in front of the couch to take what was naturally hers, putting him in her already salivating mouth as he sat back with his arms behind his head. His attention turned fully to her when the first wet slobbering noise came forth and he saw she wasn't playing with him. He watched her bob and twist drooling and spitting webs of clear saliva, the soundtrack more musical to his ears than any Beyonce track. He fought the urge to put his hand on her head, liking just how she did it. He didn't want to change it or make her stop. Then she came up, mouth and chin dripping and kissed him full on like she had when he wasn't expecting it before. He closed his eyes and let her take him.
"You ain't ever kissed me like that, when you were behind the couch my ass felt like Mary Jane kissing Spiderman..," he shook his head in disbelief of her behavior. "I was the girl.. and I liked it.."
Tickled, Paris reclaimed her position on his lap, climbing forward with her knees to get comfortable as he slid down his kick around sweatpants. They were old and dingy, meant for laying around. They fell to his ankles along with his boxers and Paris held herself up to center her body as he held his dick in place. She hovered, but didn't sit. He tried to pull her but she giggled, standing and confusing him.
"What you doing," he frowned.
"Hold up I wanna try a new position. Lay down the long way.. Just lay down," she yelled when he still looked just as confused.
She stepped up onto the couch cushion, balancing to straddle him with her legs as she looked down on him. He held his dick for her again, waiting for her to squat down only she didn't. He saw her elbow rise as she jumped and with new fear in his eyes he rolled and hit the floor in the knick of time before her elbow could clunk him in the face.
"That's a murder attempt."
"You saying that cuz I'm fat? Yo ass hit that floor," her chest bounced as she wheezed.
"You ain't shit." He pulled himself up holding onto the couch and rushed her, wrapping his arms around her full thighs to hoist her up and suplex her right on the couch. She blew out with her wind knocked out. "You done?" He wasn't, he pinned her firmly. He was in wrestling mode and ready.
Paris had to catch her breath for a second.
"Yeah.. Yeah, I'm done," she breathed looking him over for a place to attack. She found it, yanking Erik down across her so he had to grip the back of the couch for stability. She slapped his ass hard. She tried to kick her legs out to get up and was held down by her neck. He let go to drag her off the couch to the floor but it was enough to turn Paris on even more than before. She kicked at his hands and he came down on her to pin her as she struggled against his weight.
"You done," he asked again, eyes alight.
She grunted trying to get free. She was able to roll to her hands and knees and back her ass into his hips. He paused and when she looked back with a face of innocence he smirked.
"Look at you," he grinned slyly watching her reach back between her thighs to grab his dick and aim it at her sugar hole.
"Don't move, I'm a fuck you." She pushed back on it and threw her ass back, clapping against him with every throw holding nothing back as she bit her lip, eyes rolling. "Shiiid," she moaned as her ass collided with his torso once again. "Stop moving!"
Every other time she'd connect, he'd thrust and go a lil deeper it felt like though it was likely the same depth since she could and loved to take him all. She felt so full and he was adding to that feeling, his fingers digging, clutching into, and pulling on her curly ponytail. It came off in his hand and he threw it.. grabbing the little nub of a bun it was attached to. He pulled and pushed her head as he thrusted, riding her like he was racing stripes.
Though he tried, he couldn't hide how close he was to nutting. Paris knew he'd try to get her to cum just so he could have pride in not finishing first.
"YA," he yelled with a crisp slap against her jiggling ass cheek, right across the top. "I feel you. Come on that dick."
"You first, cum in that pussy. You like it? You like this pussy, baby?"
"Fuck.."
"Cum in that pussy. Go 'head cum.." She threw her ass continuously pulling his soul with every withdraw. "CUM," she commanded feeling the familiar warm feeling flood her guts dripping out slowly. Only then did she too cum.
He got up to sit on the couch, head back to take a deep breath collecting himself. He whooshed out air in the meantime and then his eyes popped open wide..
"SHIT.... SHIT SHIT you ovulating....." It was a statement he was waiting for her to refute but she didn't. He knew her calendar as well as she did, playing stupid.
"You knew that."
"I wasn't thinking..."
That's a lie, Paris thought.
"Relax I'll get the pill. It's cool."
"You ain't gotta go right now.. Damn.. I wasn't thinking!"
"Me neither really, I be in the moment." In reality Paris didn't care one way or another if she were to get pregnant or not and as much as he pretended, he didn't care either. She wasn't going to quit getting nutted in and she didn't like the forms of birth control she'd tried. Pregnancy was almost inevitable. She grabbed for his dick again ready to warm up for round two.
"Uh uh," he snickered. "Hell no, I just nutted all up inside you."
"Mhm I want you to do it again."
Instantly he was hard. She didn't ask, she took it, sitting on his dick and bouncing. His eyes rolled back briefly. She didn't give a fuck about a pill. In her mind she decided she may not even take one. For what? He wasn't going anywhere either way whether he knew it or not. He'd adjust to the changes if they came. And if not, well.. she'd just fuck him again until he could.
The End.
#original#erik killmonger#killmonger#erik stevens#erik killmonger fanfiction#black panther killmonger#black panther fanfiction#before i let go
88 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
emilysjjareau
bau women sumpremacy
mgutie58
Untitled
alekscor
Aleks Cortes
voodoochili
Voodoo Chili
sunny-d-dandelion
Sunny-d-dandelion