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janicekao · 11 months ago

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Fear

Pairing: Pennywise/Bill Skarsgard x Black oc (dark smut) Summary: Going after his next victim: a little boy named Booker Jones, Pennywise the clown becomes intrigued by his older sister instead, and no... what he is hungry for is not her fear. Warnings: Horror, violence, entity, monster, monster s3x, rough s3x, dub!con, cnc, age gap, dark romance, smut, tummy bulge k!nk, dom&femsub cr3am pie, etc. 7130 words Wattpad link

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Rumors have begun to spread that Pennywise the clown has returned back to Derry.

But who would believe the rumors being that they were coming from kids? Being gossiped around Elementary and Middle schools.

As children started to disappear again, the adults of Derry have also picked up on believing in this rumor, but luckily most of them have common sense.

Although this myth of a supernatural clown has been told in Derry for hundreds of years, the adults have been in contact with the police thinking that instead of something as crazy as a fictitious clown, some insane Pennywise fanatic has entered the town and is preying on children to keep the fable alive.

"He lives in the sewers."

"He can reach you through the drains of your house."

"He can make you hallucinate and you will see awful things to frighten you."

"He survives off of fear."

Sadly, the children are more than right.

Worst of all, they are going unheard. Parents are ignoring them as they search for what makes the most sense to them, a psychotic murderous pedophile on the loose.

And as the adults of Derry waste their time not believing in the supernatural, Pennywise is preparing to strike again.

Booker Jones, an eight year old boy is Pennywise's next victim.

Pennywise has been stalking his dreams, showing up each day at the boy's school, and whispering through the drains of his home.

Pennywise is infatuated with Booker's fear. Each time he plays with the young child's mind, his mouth waters with excitement to devour the boy and absorb his fear to keep him alive.

It's almost time now.

Booker has told his friends and family... But no one believes him. His parents tell him to stop listening to the gossip of the town because of how bad he's getting nightmares now. Little do they know, Pennywise is sizing him and getting his levels of fear exactly where he wants them to be.

Sunday nights are usually Booker's bath nights. Finally ready for Pennywise's taking, the clown plans on slithering inhumanely through the drain and drag Booker to his death into the sewers where Pennywise will consume his fear and let his decaying body be found in the streams that lead out of the tunnels of Derry.

As Pennywise listens into the pipes of the Jones' house, at eight-pm he finally hears the bath running... he knows that his time to feast, is now.

Pennywise slithers quietly through the pipes, opening his eyes in the sudsy lukewarm water as he expects to see the tiny feet and draggable legs of an eight year old boy...

The clown nearly gasps, almost choking on water as the gaze of his eyes latch onto the spread legs of a young woman...

Confusion takes over his mind, never once has he ever had to take a pause during one of his killings.

Still watching from the impossibly deep pits of the filled tub, Pennywise watches long brown legs soak in the sweetly fragrant bath. The girl's toes are painted a light pink and she taps her feet lightly to what seems to be music coming from her headphones.

What disgruntles Pennywise the most is the powers coming from between her thighs... he even momentarily begins to think that maybe, just maybe, she could be a supernatural herself.

Pennywise is hungry... Usually for fear, but this time, for a taste of the soft flesh between her legs.

Peaking out of the water for just a moment, he craves to see the face of the enchanting creature.

The girl nods her head to the rhythm of the music, luckily eyes closed as she relaxes... Because if they opened, they'd view upon the gray crumbling skin, patchy red hair, and demonic yellow eyes of Pennywise, and surely would die of a heart attack on the spot.

Pennywise is puzzled by her beauty...

Full dark brown curls drenching at the ends as she soaks in the water, face red and blushing due to the humidity of the bathroom, full lips, long eyelashes, and breasts large... nipples upturned and beaming with water droplets...

Fucking hell...

She isn't a child... no, she isn't a child at all.

What Pennywise didn't realize about Booker Jones, is that he has a sister. Quinn Jones, an older sister, age twenty, and home from college for Summer Break.

Tonight won't be the night for feeding after all... However, Pennywise can't leave without a taste, of something.

Seeping back into the drain, the clown's unbelievably long snake-like tongue slithers between Quinn's legs, swiping a powerful lick that goes from the crack of her bottom, through her folds, and to the delicious flesh of her clit.

She immediately gasps. Breath hitched in her throat as her eyes dart open. She flips her headphones from off of the top of her head and frantically kicks her legs, searching for what violated her in such way... however, the bath is empty.

As Pennywise ventures back into the sewers, the taste of Quinn stays on his tongue... a taste that he will forever crave until his dying day.

—•—

Pennywise paces the sewers, mind full of thoughts about the girl.

He isn't used to this feeling... and being an evil entity born Before Christ, he doesn't understand why after all these years, obstacles are now getting into his way?

He hears the snickering of preteens walking through the sewers with flashlights, probably dared by each other to see who is the bravest to meet the myth of Pennywise...

Sadly for the youngins, there is fear that Pennywise needs to feast upon, and once they lay eyes upon his stature of eight-feet tall, his dingy and torn clown costume, and his shards of glass like teeth, fear is exactly what they will have plenty of.

Pennywise tears them to shreds, consuming each drop of their fear. Finally becoming full and energized, he can prepare to tackle the obstacle known as Quinn Jones.

For the first time ever, Pennywise doesn't want to cause fright. He is so curious about the beauty that he just wants to be around her, to know her... However, if push comes to shove, killing her works just as well.

But to get close to the girl without her fleeing from him, he can not appear to her as a clown...

He once would appear human at times around the town of Derry, in his opinion his human form is a handsome man...

But being that the last time he tried this appearance was nearly sixty years ago, it's probably best to appear as something the girl could be attracted to nowadays.

He will have to appear as young as she is. In his twenties, charming, handsome, less forehead, less evil grin, and just more modern all together.

Contorting his appearance into what he needs to be, he finally becomes satisfied with his look as he stares at his reflection in the shard of a broken mirror, dumped in the sewers like the rest of the trash around him.

"This'll do." He finally agrees with what he sees. "This'll do just fine."

—•—

Before being able to show himself, Pennywise wants to be familiar with the girl he plans on meeting.

What does a clown who only knows of murder know about charming a girl?

For weeks of the summer, Pennywise quietly stalks Quinn until he knows her every detail.

Quinn even begins to think that her little brother's irrational fear of Pennywise the clown is rubbing off on her, ever since she's been home she sees the clown in her dreams...

He fills her every thought and at night as she sleeps, Quinn even feels him in the corner of her room.

She thinks that she's just going crazy, but she is far from crazy. Pennywise is using his abilities to infiltrate Quinn's mind, as he does his victims. But instead of frightening her, he just wants her to know of his existence.

Finally mustering up the courage to meet Quinn, things go surprisingly smoother than Pennywise could ever have expected.

In his new appearance, Pennywise purposely runs into her as she grocery shops dinner for her family. He compliments her, asks about the music she is listening to in her headphones, and lies that they are too his favorite band.

He enjoys speaking with her for the very first time... It is like a breath of fresh air.

Pennywise introduces himself to the girl as "Bill", a twenty-seven year old accountant who is interested in taking her out on a date.

Impressed by the man's charm and their almost impossible similarities, Quinn quickly accepts.

Over weeks of hanging out with each other daily, a bond has began to grow. They trust each other and Pennywise enjoys hearing her talk for as long as she wants to.

Each day that he picks her up from the Jones' residence, Quinn's blushing cheeks proves each time that his plan is working, it proves that the girl is crushing on him as much as Pennywise is crushing on her.

A month of knowing each other passes quickly being that the two have become immediately infatuated with each other.

Today, to celebrate a month together, Pennywise has planned a night at a drive in movie theater... a perfect place for romance, and to also scope out the scenery for potential children he can feasts upon when he's ready to.

Wearing a brown mesh dress that fits her body to perfection and compliments her mahogany skin beautifully, Quinn answers Pennywise's knock to her front door.

Pennywise can barely speak... Awed by her beauty, he can barely breathe.

She smiles. "Do I look okay?"

Voice sweet as candy, his heart begins to melt.

"Yes Quinn." He gulps. "More than okay, absolutely perfect."

She blushes. Quinn reaches up on the tips of her heels to place a kiss on the cheek of his handsome face.

She accepts his flowers. "Happy one month, Bill."

—•—

As Pennywise discretely digs through the wallets of his previous victims, he also drives a stolen car.

He impresses the girl with his willingness to care for her, to pay for all of their dates... although nothing that he has belongs to him, not even his own appearance.

Parked in front of the large movie screen, the two share a bucket of popcorn.

Pennywise listens to Quinn as she talks about her last year of college coming up in August. She'll then graduate and become a local Elementary School Teacher here in Derry.

As if she were made just for him. Pennywise's lips nearly begin to drool. Oh what perfect career for her... this way they'll never be apart, she can bring him the kids, and he absorbs their fear.

Curious with her thoughts on the rumored clown of Derry, Pennywise brings it up in conversation, wondering will he forever have to keep up with this appearance around her, or if one day she can accept him as he is.

"Like most adults, I don't believe in entities and things that just don't make practical sense." She shrugs. "But ever since I've been home in Derry, I too have had many thoughts of this clown... it started with my little brother's nightmares, he was sure this evil clown was out to get him... So as a big sister would, I comforted him, calmed his nerves, and reminded him that everything would be okay. But recently, something tells me that the myth of the clown may be true. It's like I can feel him, like he's always near to me... Like I know him personally."

Quinn smiles, shrugging off the goosebumps caused by just the thought of Pennywise the clown. "But honestly there is something else I'd rather talk to you about..."

Chomping on a hand full of popcorn, Pennywise agrees. "Sure, go ahead."

"Bill..." She gulps. "We've been seeing each other for a month now, and I'm a bit confused on where we stand... I go back to school in a month, I'd just like to know if I'm going back single, or is this something... more?"

Pennywise frowns.

Has he not been clear?

"You're mine." The only words he can conjure up at the thought of Quinn seeing anyone else.

Blush heating her cheeks, she accepts his answer with the prettiest smile. "I can be yours."

He nods. "Good."

Taking the popcorn to the floor of the car, Quinn reaches over to kiss Pennywise. Their lips meet, and their affection and adoration for each other melts into each of their breaths.

Although they have taken things very slow over summer, they still have had a few gentle kisses every now and then. But Pennywise realizes that this kiss is a bit different...

Quinn moans into his full lips, body closing in on him in the driver seat of the car as she clearly hungers for more.

His heart begins to beat out of his chest and his human form suffers with keeping up with the seducing kiss.

Pulling away from her, Pennywise watches her almost startled, confused by the bite she has to her full bottom lip yet his pants grow as she squirms in needy arousal.

He gulps. "Quinn, the movie?"

"I'd rather watch you." Her voice drips with seduction as her hand unzips the front of his pants.

Quinn calms his worry as her other hand caresses the back of his neck gently. "If I'm yours, let me take care of you Bill."

He watches puzzled, with a racing heartbeat, however he allows Quinn to do whatever she wants with him.

Quinn gracefully tucks her full mane of curls onto the other side of her shoulder as she bows into his lap.

Her lips line with his up-turned erection as she sweetly kisses the tip of his cock, staining it with her pink strawberry flavored lipgloss.

Staring down at his handsomely perfect member, thoughts of having him inside her chokes her mind. The best looking cock she's ever seen in her life, for now she'll satisfy her hunger with just his taste.

Hallowing out her cheeks, Quinn takes him fully into her mouth. Slowly wetting his cock with her spit as she gently tugs his shaft lubed with her drool.

Breaths caught in Pennywise's throat as he watches his sweetheart take him completely in her throat. Her delicious moans and sweetly scented perfume plagues his mind, he can't control the groans coming from the depths of his stomach.

She feels fucking perfect to him. Willing to choke herself to tears for his pleasure, he knows that he absolutely loves the girl.

As Quinn continues to slurp, stroke, and suck, Pennywise can't control the bucking of his hips. Gently fucking into her throat at the rhythm that he needs.

Quinn opens her eyes, peering up at him with her innocent doll like eyes as she slaps his cock on her drooling wet tongue.

His eyes roll back into his skull.. "Quinn.." He gulps. "Honey I—"

Forcing him deeper into her throat, Quinn inhales his balls along with the entirety of his cock.

Coughing and dripping mascara as her only care is to bring him to a pleasured finish

Fucking hell... he can't take it. Never having this sense of pleasure in his impossibly long lifetime, he feels the need to explode.

Noticing her deep arch in the passenger seat of the car, Pennywise can't help but to run his hand onto her firm backside, slapping her ass as she sucks his cock with absolute perfection.

His mouth hangs ajar as the pressure to cum continues to build. Stomach tightened as he listens to her intoxicating chokes and moans, he can't hold out any longer.

Quinn takes him into her throat once more as he blows his load.

He shouts a pleasured groan as the cum bursts streams into her mouth and down her pretty chin.

The pleasure is too much for him to handle, Pennywise loses focus on his appearance... and absolutely drops it.

He watches Quinn's satisfied smile turn into eyes of fear as he begins to reveal his truest form.

"P-Pennywise.." The shock causes her face to whiten into a pale fright.

He smiles, the jingle of his bells chiming out of thin air. "Pennywise, The Dancing Clown!"

—•—

Thrashing around in the arms of the clown, Pennywise leaves the car for the nearest city drain.

Crying and shouting to be let go, he doesn't listen to her once.

"Close your eyes." He calmly demands. "It'll hurt a lot less."

Fearing for her life. Quinn tightens her eyes closed as she notices them slipping into the sewer drain.

She knows it's impossible for them to fit and expects to be squashed to death... But underestimating the powers of Pennywise, gets her nowhere. As she opens her eyes, she's surprisingly unharmed and in the sewer tunnels of Derry.

As she's being carried, she notices her dangling legs nowhere near the ground being that her date has grown into a whopping eight feet tall.

As she cries and continues to lash out, Pennywise isn't phased or harmed by her gentle fists. However, he doesn't know how to calm her...

When he's killing for the absorption of fear, he would have snapped his victim's neck by now, but not wanting to hurt Quinn... he's at a loss for a next step.

Taking her to the driest and deepest part of the sewers, he leaves Quinn by herself beside a pile of his victim's belongings.

She becomes a mess of frightened tears as she looks up at the massive pile, noticing the floating children in Pennywise's possession, decaying and have been hanging there for many, many years.

As hours pass, and night darkens.

Pennywise decides to revisit Quinn. He finds her exhausted from tears and asleep in a dirty corner, however he's glad that she is calm.

He never wanted this to happen, but now that he's infatuated with her he can't let her go.

Waking up from her stressful nap, Quinn is startled by his quiet watching in the pipes of the sewer.

Balling herself up into bended knees, she refuses to even look at him.

He jumps down, creating a cloud of dust around him as he lands right in front of her.

"Open your eyes." He demands. "See me as I am."

"As what?" She argues. "Accept that you're Pennywise the clown? Or accept that you're a liar?"

Her smart tongue aggravates him as he forces her into his strict yellow gaze. "Everything I've said, I've meant."

"You're a murderer." Tears of sadness wet her cheeks.

"Don't bring up what you don't understand." He denies being called such things.

"You were after my brother weren't you?" She continues. "You wanted to kill him! Turn him into the children above-"

"But I didn't." He interrupts. "And I won't."

She scoffs. "You have been an entirely different man since I've known you, how am I ever to believe a word that you say!"

"Because you'll just have to trust me." His voice although sensitive to her fear, he is clearly demanding and intimidating. "Do it, because you don't have any other choice to."

Rolling her eyes, clearly heartbroken and confused, Quinn attempts to leave.

Stretching his arm like taffy, Pennywise pulls her back to him from many feet away.

Can't she see that he's inhuman? Whatever she does he can correct without even dropping a bead of sweat.

She can't win, and she never will.

Pennywise softens his stare into something less threatening... He slowly bends to the crook of Quinn's neck, placing gentle kisses on her skin. "I am still me."

Uncomfortable with his caress, Quinn begins to frown.

He continues to press his lips to her body and Quinn quickly realizes that she isn't uncomfortable with his kiss at all, she's uncomfortable with enjoying it... Uncomfortable with still feeling safe with a creature that shouldn't even exist.

Pennywise pulls from his kiss and watches her quiet expression... he feels hopeful, now that she's trembling less and her eyes have softened.

He wants to tell her that he loves her, but it just isn't in his character to say something so forward.

"Do I still call you Bill?"Her voice meek and sweet makes his heart beat loudly.

"Pennywise." He responds.

"Will you take me home Penny?"Pennywise shuts his eyes, soul melting at the cute nickname she has quickly came up for him.

Pennywise becomes hungry, wanting to give her what he received in the car.

"Yes Quinn, you'll go home." He whispers sweetly pressed against her face. "Right after I return the favor."

Tearing the panties from her body, Pennywise pins her wrists above her head.

She gasps, squirming in refusal. "No! Please Pennywise, I don't want that!"

Widening her legs her dripping cunt says otherwise.

Pennywise's insanely long tongue swipes between her thighs as he did the first time he met her.

She gasps, body arching in pleasure... Quinn remembers that feeling immediately. "It was you, i-in the bathtub."

Grinning deviously he nods. "Of course, who else could give you a kiss below like that?"

His mouth returns to her sweet succulent flesh. He's wanted badly to feast on this pussy for so many days now.

Hands forcing her dress above her chest, his eyes widen at her perky breasts... nipples hardened and painfully aroused.

Biting a glove off of his hand, he bites his lip as he enjoys the skin to skin contact of caressing her full bust.

Covering her face, Quinn becomes embarrassed. She tries to cover the moans from her tongue, but Pennywise hears them, Pennywise loves them.

Rolling the bud between his fingers with sudden gentle pinches, Pennywise dives back into her cunt.

His mouth is too good for her, she can't keep still.

He grips her ankles folding her legs to her chest to refuse her from moving his mouth from her pussy.

He circles his tongue around her swollen clit, nipping it to watch her body jolt. He slurps on her every drop of pleasure, swallowing it as if his thirst could never be quenched.

His tongue plows into her pussy, bringing shameful squeals through her begging lips. Tongue long enough to fuck her like a cock, he pushes it in and out of her hole and brings her to tears.

His monstrous cock aches, forced against his tight clown costume, and ready to burst from her taste and squeals alone.

Pennywise's face dug deeply between her thighs, his nose and mouth slide vengefully prodding inside the slick folds of her smooth cunt, forcing her to quake as she pulls on the red strands of his hair.

The clown's eyes shutter closed, rolling back into his skull in pure satisfaction. Mouth usually dripping with blood however tonight dripping with Quinn's sweet nectar.

"Please Pennywise..." Her sweet voice stabs at him. "Will you kill me too?"

"You hush now Quinn, you'll be back in your bed, sleeping the best that you've ever had." Breathless and eager to make her orgasm, Pennywise continues.

She moans... pleasure becoming far too painful for her. "When?!"

"Don't act as if you want me to rush, I can feel how much you're enjoying this Quinn." Nearly offended, he shuts her up with a deep tongue plow against her cervix.

She shouts in pleasure... Ashamed of knowing how incredible his tongue feels, and feeling like an absolute little slut for an evil clown.

However soon he answers her anyway. "You'll go home when I get you to that point , when you realize that I won't stop seeking after you, and when you realize that with me— you'll never want to be sought after by anyone else again."

"Do you understand Quinn?" His question is threatening.

She nods. "Yes."

"Good girl." He grins. "Now release for me... release for me, and you will be home sweet girl. You'll just have to do it, right here on my tongue."

Lying on his belly, face devouring Quinn's pussy as he grips the thick indents of her hips, Quinn begins to buck her hips... fucking his face until the tightened spring in her stomach releases.

Tears dropping from her eyes as she shouts out from a mind blowing orgasm, Quinn's vision fades into a bright light.

Seeing only white and hearing a ringing similar to after a bomb, she fades into an unexpected slumber, waking up peacefully tucked into her bed back at her home...

—•—

Days pass and Quinn still doesn't understand what has happened to her this summer.

She's painfully alone with this knowledge, knowing that no one would ever believe her about Pennywise, nevertheless believe that she's been intimate with him.

Her thoughts of the night with Pennywise in the sewer plagues her mind... the memories make her drip with desire and because of it, she feels embarrassed.

What's even more embarrassing, is that she can't help but wonder why he hasn't made contact with her again...

Tempted to visit him in the tunnels, she doesn't want to seem desperate. Her mental health fights with her, filling her with shame knowing that longing for this creature is extremely wrong.

As the weekend draws closer, it'll be a week since they've seen each other. Quinn has gotten to the point of believing that maybe she's just going crazy, maybe she dreamt all of this!

She forces herself to drop him from her thoughts so she can prepare herself for the school year, and get back to everyday life.

Quinn showers in her parents' bathroom, refusing to bathe in the hall bathroom being that was where she first encountered the clown.

As she dresses for bed in a black silk night gown, she brushes her wet curls and brushes her teeth in the mirror of the hall bathroom.

As she spits the toothpaste out, she hears the calling of the clown.

"Oh Quuuiiinnn.."Pennywise nearly sings for her as he calls her name, echoing throughout the bathroom's pipes.

She gulps, realizing that everything that happened between them is absolutely true.

His voice taunts with seduction. "I've missed you honey..."

Cutting off the bathroom light, she decides to ignore the noise and leave.

"Don't you dare leave this bathroom."His threat startles her. "Come here Quinn."

She rolls her eyes, kneeling to the tub as she begins to whisper aggressively at the tub's drain, looking like a psychopath if anyone were to catch her. "What do you want from me? It's been a week, I thought I was free of you."

"Never." He chuckles. "It seems that you've been counting our days apart... if I'm correct, you've missed me just as much?"

"I waited for your bath." Pennywise causes Quinn to blush in embarrassment. "You never came."

"Showered in my parents' bathroom." She shrugs stubbornly. "Felt safer."

Pennywise laughs. "Then we'll just have to have our fun now."

Pennywise's gloved hand reaches through the drain...

"Take the glove off." He demands. "Then sit on it."

Quinn trembles as she pulls the clown's white glove from his hand.

His hand is revealed, gray, monstrous, with talon like nails.

She flinches at the thought of being fingered by that. "Put that away!" Quinn complains. "I will not do anything with that."

He sighs. "Fine."

Pulling his hand back into the drain, he soon brings it back up... handsome, soft, human, with enticingly long digits...

"Now." Compromising with the girl, Pennywise sighs. "Be a good girl, and come sit on this hand Quinn."

She licks her lips, becoming convinced to find pleasure on the handsome hand.

But she refuses... "No!" She snaps. "Pennywise, I won't! I'm going to bed!"

"So help me god Quinn." The threatening tone of his voice stops her dead in her tracks. "If you don't sit on this hand, I will come through this drain and fuck you to absolute pieces."

She wishes that his demanding threat didn't make her melt between her thighs... but interestingly enough, it does.

Quinn enters the tub. Hiking up her silk nightgown, she kneels to the floor of the tub, taking a seat on the warm hand coming from the drain.

His deep baritoned chuckle echoes through the steel pipes. "You know what to do."

And that she does.

Quinn begins to buck her hips... fucking the hand with slow trembled breaths.

Pennywise massages her clit with his thumb, making her slick and preparing her for his probing fingers.

Quinn continues to soak his hand, sticky webbed dripping from her needy little cunt oozing down Pennywise's wrist.

He places two of his longest fingers inside of her, bending at the knuckle to caress her g-spot each time they thrust into her. Quinn closes her eyes and enjoys the pleasure of each bounce onto the hand, a moan escapes her tongue as a broad thumb seeps into her asshole.

He's marked her as his own. Having the girl obsessed with the many ways he can fill her.

Quinn gyrates the lacy dress past her shoulders, her hands begin to toy at her now revealed sensitive breasts as she reaches closer to her cum.

Drawing the faint taste of blood from her full bottom lip, she bites down hard enough to silence her need to squeal.

"I have such the surprise for you.."Mysterious temptation clouds over Pennywise's voice. "Tomorrow, I'll come get you. Be ready for me, be ready for your gift."

"W-What is it?" Quinn's breath hitches in her throat, being choked by a moan.

"Be patient little lamb." He chuckles. "You will see."

Quinn clinches around Pennywise's fingers, nearing her finish. "Cum for me." A sweet command from Pennywise, sends Quinn into hysterics. She jolts, body quaking as she releases for him, soaking and pruning his fingertips.

Panting for breath after her climax, she watches the wet hand slide back down the drain... Quinn listens into the drain, hearing the sudden lapping of his tongue over his fingers, obsessed and constantly thirsty for her taste.

Realizing how much he craves for her, Quinn's crush grows larger. She's utterly fixated on her new lover.

"My glove?" Pennywise waits calmly for her to send it down the drain, but she refuses.

She gulps. "Tomorrow."

"You want to keep it?" You can nearly hear the joyful smile in Pennywise's voice.

"Yes." She admits.

He accepts it. "Fine, as long as you sleep with it pressed against your chest, or even better, between your legs."

"Quinn?" He calls once more. "I'll be seeing you tomorrow, sleep well sweet girl."

—•—

Quinn gets dressed early today not knowing which time to expect Pennywise.

Her knee shakes nervously as she waits all day on the edge of her bed, wondering if she should warn her family to not expect her home tonight... Hell, dealing with an evil entity, she even thought to warn them that she may never be back.

But the clown asked for her trust... so trust is what she has to give.

If he were to kill her, she's sure that he would have done it by now.

As the evening darkens, a nervous Quinn refuses to eat any meals... Her stomach is too anxious to accept any food to eat.

Quinn's eyes become tired, she accidentally begins to fall over into her pillows as sleep takes over her...

Before her head hits the pillow, the side of Quinn's face is carefully placed into the wide palm of Pennywise's hand.

She notices the feel of his skin instead of the pillow on her cheek, not once caring to ask how did he get inside of her room.

"You're late." Quinn's voice so very quiet and sleepy, plays gently on his heart strings.

Pennywise leans into the girl, wearing his human appearance as he softly kisses his tired love.

"I'm sorry sweetheart." He coos, taking his borrowed glove from her bedside table. "Just needed time to get things perfect for you."

As Quinn blinks her heavy eyelids open, she watches Pennywise puff on a cigarette. "So now you smoke?"

He shrugs. "Thought I'd see what's the hype around it to you humans."

Quinn disapproves, up from lying on her bed, she takes the cigarette from his lips and tosses it out of the opened bedroom window. "There is no hype to it, it's bad for you."

Amused with her sexy authoritative side, he wraps his arm around her body. His hand graces the small of her back gently as he lifts her to his kiss.

The tender kiss, mind blowing for them both as Quinn enjoys finally seeing his presence again, and Pennywise enjoys her beauty. Long brown legs in a pair of light blue denim short-shorts, dirty red converse tied in a bow on each of her feet, and braless in a nearly see through white summer tank top.

She's so gorgeous, it physically pains him.

Enjoying every detail of grace and beauty on her face, he pauses momentarily as he takes her image in. "Close your eyes."

Expecting to be transported somewhere, Quinn does just that. She closes her eyes, grasping onto his broad shoulders as she trusts him to take her wherever he wants.

Feeling ground beneath her feet, Quinn soon opens her eyes. She notices her house a few feet away as her and Pennywise walk hand in hand into the woods of her backyard.

She frowns in confusion. "The woods? Why?"

"So you can see how to get to me, and where to find me, whenever you need me." The calm comfort in his voice takes her worries away. She agrees with a nod, tightening her hand around his.

As the two walk together in the woods for a few short minutes, Pennywise follows a stream that leads them to the canals.

He makes sure that she's paying attention as he watches down upon her, she nods, memorizing the path of how to get to him.

They cross the dense rocks surrounded by water as they head towards the sewer. An older gentleman packed up from late night fishing stops them in their path.

Quinn instantly worries about how Pennywise will react... If she is to spend time with him, she never, ever, wants to see him kill.

"Penny, don't." Her voice a quiet plead for him to behave.

The man shines his flashlight into their direction, and Pennywise can hardly decide to kill him or not as he watches the man shine the bright light into his eyes.

"Hey kiddos! You shouldn't be out this late, especially around these parts. Haven't you all heard about the bodies being found around here? Apparently a murderer is on the loose, some even say an evil clown who lives in the sewers... although that's just a fable." The man chuckles.

"Can't say we're ones to believe in the clown." Pennywise laughs. "Like you said, it's just a fable, right?Have a good night sir!"

Quinn finally breathes again, glad that Pennywise never lost his cool.

He sighs. "The things I do for you."

Together they make their way into the sewers, sloshing through the mucky waters until they've reached the dry area of the tunnels.

Quinn notices how different it looks from the last time she was here...

Cleaned out, floating bodies taken elsewhere, and no pile of his victims belongings.

Even a bedroom is built...

Candles lit around the two of them for romance, and to mask the horrid smells of the sewer.

She begins to chuckle, impressed with the effort he put into making her feel comfortable with where he hides out at...

She walks around the bedroom touching the furniture and the decorations he put together to feel like a home.

Quinn knows the stuff is stolen, but it is the thought that counts.

"Too much?" Nervous and nearly sweating, Pennywise can't get a good read on her expression. "I over did it, huh?"

"I think it's beautiful." She admits. "The reason you went missing for a week?"

He shrugs. "I didn't like you being on the floor, you deserve better... A bed, a place to stay whenever you want to free yourself from the outside world."

Quinn's cheeks blush, clearly falling in love with the clown.

"The bed is awfully big..." Kicking off her shoes, Quinn lays back onto the pillows. "Should I expect to share it?"

Pennywise chuckles, rolling his eyes playfully however noticeably infatuated with the girl.

"Quinn?" He curiously asks. "Do you only like me like this? Does the clown frighten you?"

She smiles. "I like you for the man that I got to know over summer, regardless of how he appears to me. Penny, I like you, for you."

Pennywise gazes into his reflection of the bedroom's mirror with guilt... suddenly becoming unsure of which version that he even likes, himself...

He chuckles dryly. "So I'll change it up, keep things interesting with my different appearances."

She agrees with him, yet begins to sigh. "I'm sorry that I can't do the same."

Her feelings of not being enough for him snaps Pennywise out of his gaze.

"Don't ever say that again." He quickly leaves the mirror, joining her as he sits on the edge of the bed. "You don't need multiple appearances. I love just the one that you have, I'll never want for anything else."

"You love my appearance?" She asks. "Or you love me?"

He gulps, finally admitting the truth. "Quinn, I love you."

Feeling relief as he finally gets those three meaningful words off of his chest, he doesn't even care to hear her say it back... for he is sure that the day will come.

The two share a longing kiss.

A tongue kiss that heats into their clothes being stripped off of each other.

As he pulls the daisy dukes along with her panties off of her body, he bites his lip as he watches her lift enough to slide them off of her legs... just as impatient and horny as he is.

Pennywise watches Quinn tremble with excitement, as she glistens between her thighs, ready for his taking.

Lying on her back, Quinn nearly begs for missionary sex. The type of sex where the wider she spreads, the more she can feel him dig into her.

"Are you sure?" Surprisingly gentle, Pennywise asks for her reassurance.

Biting her lip and already panting, she nods.

He doesn't think twice.

Lying over her gorgeously nude body, Pennywise begins to place slow, bruising kisses along her skin. Sucking the flesh of her chin, neck, and breasts... Marking her with his affection.

Accepting another of his tongue kisses, Quinn moans into his mouth as he loses himself down her throat.

Pennywise begins to slowly lube his cock, thrusting slowly through her slickness until he's covered in her nectar. Just the gliding of his cock through her folds causes her body to arch, pleading aimlessly to be fucked into.

Pussy slapping her with the tip of his weighty cock, he grins deviously as he watches her body jolt each time it smacks her on her throbbing clit.

Toyed with enough, already to the point of soaking his brand new sheets, he gains momentum to seep into her entry.

Slowly thrusting his tip into her, Pennywise holds her hips down as she attempts to run from the pleasure.

His plows deepen..

He watches Quinn take half, then all of his cock as he stretches her to her max. Watching his cock spread her wide is the prettiest thing he's ever seen, his groans tremble as he watches each time he slides out, and rams back into her.

Quinn grips the sheets as Pennywise kisses her salty tears away.

"So pretty.." He coos. "And such a good listener. Quinn, baby, are you with me?"

The girl nods, body blushing red as she endures his brutal fucking, however enjoying the restraint on her breathing from his crushingly heavy body and the fullness of his veiny erection.

Catching a bouncing breast into his mouth, Pennywise's tongue laps teasing circles around her hardened nipple.

Picking up speed and listening to the wet fapping of their bodies and the squeaking bed frame, Pennywise is determined to bottom completely out into her.

Finally doing it, pushing his cock in to the base of his happy trail, Quinn presses her hand against his chest, begging for mercy. "Please—" she pants. "Penny, I-I can't!"

Taking the hand from his chest, Pennywise kisses the girl's palm gently before placing it above her head. Holding her wrists back from interrupting his heavy bucking. "You can baby, you can."

Taking his free hand to her fleshy clit, he massages her in a way that makes her squirm underneath him.

Finishing his handsy caress with a sharp slap onto her pussy, he sends her into oblivion.

Quinn's body begins to quake, squealing inaudibly as the orgasm melts her into the mattress.

Wanting that same incredible finish, Pennywise's speed picks up, aiming for his cum. Her orgasm spasming around his cock as he grunts, mercilessly fucking into the girl.

"Fuck!" He shouts as he nears his finish.

Pussy quivering around his erection, already doused in his sticky precum, his sweetheart lays tiredly beneath him...

Sweated out, dumbly drooling, and looking so beautiful half-lidded and absolutely slutty for only him.

To bring him to his climax, he begs to hear her perfect little voice.

"Is this what you want?" He grits through his teeth. "Could we have this for a lifetime?"

Quinn nearly cries, numbly taking the rough fucking like a champ. "Yes Pennywise, God yes— just continue to be good to me, be good to Derry."

He nods, simping immediately to whatever she wants. "Mmm- fuck! This pussy is fucking fantastic. Yes baby.. Haven't killed since we met, I'll do whatever you want."

"Haven't killed since we met..."

The words replay, strangling his mind.

How hasn't he killed, since they have met?

Pennywise comes to a slow pace, not understanding how he has been surviving if he hasn't fed off of fear?

....

Or has he been feeding off of it all along?

Quinn, she fears him.

He only has been surviving around her, because she's fucking faking it...

Pennywise believes that Quinn doesn't feel the same about him at all, she loathes him, she's frightened by him and doing whatever she needs to do in hopes of keeping her family and this town safe from him.

He can't hold his appearance any longer, as anger fuels him, Pennywise bursts into full clown...

Eight feet tall, ravenous teeth, hands that tear through his white gloves due to the black talon sized nails, and a monstrous cock that fills Quinn to the absolute brim.

She hisses in immediate pain, "Pennywise it hurts!"

The bed breaks down to the floor now that he's massive and impossibly heavy. However, Quinn's tight little cunt feels sooo very good to him.

"It hurts?"He begins to deviously taunt. "Does it now? I think you can take it Quinn. Be good for me."

She squeals. "Please! You're still inside me, you'll have to go back to your human appearance!"

Becoming familiar again with his evil nature, he refuses. "I think I'll fuck you just like this."

His hands wrap around her entire waist as if she were a can of soda, the clown's form being so large over her petite frame it's like fucking into a Barbie doll.

He huffs, nearing a mountain size amount of cum as he nearly splits Quinn into two.

The clown's mouth begins to drool as he places his hand at her womb, feeling his cock and watching the insane tummy bulge he forces into her guts.

So fucking sexy, he feels his explosion erupting.

Eyes rolling back into his skull, the clown releases to the sweet sounds of her cries.

Muscles tightening as does the vicious grip on her skin as he stills himself inside of her and coats her walls with his hot sticky cum.

"When were you going to stop wasting my fucking time?" Pennywise watches his cum spill out on each side of his cock that still penetrates her. "I can taste the fear on you, so don't dare lie."

Aggravated with her silence, he slams her against the bed. "Faking everything that you've said... Why, because you think it would keep you alive longer?"

He clicks his tongue with taunt. "I'm too old to be made a fool of, but you almost had me Quinn... you really did."

"Penny please!" She begs, although now on soft his giantly inhuman cock continues to sit deeply inside of her. Without barely any movement, she still feels as if she's being fucked due to his size and the pulsing veins of his cock. "I-I can't speak to you like this."

Not being able to catch her breath, and seeming to be seriously ill. Her poor body can't take much more.

She begs tearfully. "It's too much!! S'too full!!"

Pulling himself out of Quinn, she jolts at the lewd pop of the head of his massive cock exiting her.

He watches his cum seep from out of her with more plans of revenge sex and doing this all night to her.

She can finally breathe as her body relaxes, pouring out his messy load into the middle of her trembling thighs.

"Talk!" Pennywise shouts.

"I'm not afraid of you!" She cries.

Pennywise's finger nail sticks uncomfortably into her belly button, with just the slightest drag, Quinn's steaming hot intestines could be lying right in front of her eyes. "Oh Quinn... I've enjoyed every minute with you, but don't think that I won't tear you into fucking shreds if you lie to me again."

"I'm telling you the truth, I don't fear you!" The poor girl, now heartbroken and regretting becoming the lover of a demonic entity continues to weep until she runs out of tears.

"The fear that you are surviving off of is my fear of the future. Fear of our fate together being that we are in an impossible relationship..." Quinn explains herself , unable to even look at him anymore. "A girl and an entity— a fear of the universe pulling us apart when I have too fallen in love with you."

....

His eyes soften with immense guilt... Finally realizing what he has done...

Looking at his love lying exhausted, half-lidded, and fucked to a pulp, he worries that he has injured her... For the first time feeling fear himself.

What Pennywise failed to realize, is that the girl never feared him at all. What she feared, was losing him.

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smokingcottonclouds · 1 year ago

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Spencer having a flashback of meeting his wife/mother of his child back in a club working on a case while she’s a stripper (idk if you’ve ever seen PValley but that kinda club)

“𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩 𝐧𝐨𝐰?“

𝐂𝐰.𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝, 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲.

(I have not watched PValley besides from like one minute of it, but I tried my best)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲-𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝟔 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨.

There you were looking as gorgeous as ever,

Standing to the side next to the entrance of the club in your long light pink heels, your matching pink bikini set with black lace, the word Angel written in black cursive in the middle of the bikini bottoms, an gold ‘A’ pendant dangling from her chain sitting in between her chest “Would you like a drink?” Spencer heard a sweet voice say above him, he looked up and saw the brown skinned woman he was admiring from afar when he was supposed to be looking for the unsub, but he could wait for now, “Actually...yeah“.

“Dada!” the little girl yells hovering over Spencer as he stirs in his sleep “Daddy Mama said wake up!” she shouts shaking his shoulders as he begins to open his eyes slightly “Daddy are you up now?” she whispers, Spencer slowly opens his eyes and is met with his daughter hovering over him a big smile on her face as she realizes his up now “Hi Angel” Spencer grunts sitting up straight and rubbing his eyes as he tries to adjust to the new light, “Dada- Dada- Mama made breakfast she told me to come wake you up and- oh wait!- she told me to ask if you called back that one guy- you know the um-”

Spencer smiles softly as he watches the Three-year-old ramble on, “Come on Angel” Spencer smiles standing up off the bed and reaching his hands out to grab the girl, “Oh and guess what- I learned how to count to five all by myself!” the little girl continues her rambling as she clings to her father's side, “Mama I woke daddy up!” Angel shouts happily as Spencer carries her into the kitchen, “Good job baby” Y/n coos turning off the stove so the bacon won't burn, she turns around and gives Spencer a quick peck on the cheek and whispers good morning as she pulls away before placing a kiss on the little girl's forehead “Do you want pancakes or waffles?” Y/n asks smiling softly as she looks up at Spencer

“Whatever you think is best Angel,” he says looking down at her with those big brown loving eyes, Y/n giggles softly and places a long kiss on his lips “Ew!” a little voice cuts through the silence Angel covers her eyes as they pull away from the kiss both of them erupting in a fit of giggles as they watch her peak through her little fingers a small smile on her face.

(𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡h𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜)

#spencer reid x reader #black reader #bwwm love #familia #fluff #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds gone wrong #toddler toys #𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬／(^ x ^)＼#spencer reid smut

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enigmaticolderdad · 2 months ago

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#romantic #mine #older man younger woman #couples #dating #bwwm love #bwwm community #relationships #kiss #kissing #oldermen

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nyikondlovu · 8 months ago

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Baela Targaryen and Jacaerys Velaryon please kiss and have a secret wedding it could save House of The Dragon season two

(For hot people ONLY!!!)

(Credit for the edit and gifs to their owners)

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blackynsupremacy · 7 months ago

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yall I just be saying random shit, but yk what be pissing me off about smallville in some episodes. every time clark peeps something that’s very weird and he tells his parents, they want to GASLIGHT HIM?? like Clark has seen niggas turn into bugs, shape shifting into other people, suck out body heat, and seen his own damn future. they be like “oh, they wouldn’t do that” “you’re imagining things” I love jon and martha, but it’s funny how stupid they look when shit really hits the fan and find out that Clark was right all along. OFC HES RIGHT! like yall are raising a whole alien with x ray vision, super speed and shit but don’t wanna believe said alien that some freaky shit is going on?? BE SO FR. Clark my baby cause he so patient he don’t really rub it in they face about it. he better than me because I don’t like gaslighting. period. thank you for coming to my ted talk. yall can agree, disagree. this is just what I’ve observed so far. enjoy this gif <3

#rant post #personal rant #yapping #professional yapper #smallville #superman #clark kent #tom welling #dc comics #smallville x reader #smallville fanfic #black girl #talking shit #bwwmromance #bwwm love

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princesspastel8 · 1 year ago

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That smile....is hauntingly beautiful

Secret Desire

《A Jeff The Killer Fanfic》

°•~Collection of Chapters~•°

☆

▪︎ Synopsis

▪︎ Chapter One

▪︎ Chapter Two

▪︎ Chapter Three

▪︎ Chapter Four

▪︎ Chapter Five

▪︎ Chapter Six

▪︎ Chapter Seven

▪︎ Chapter Eight

▪︎ Chapter Nine

▪︎ Chapter Ten

▪︎ Chapter Eleven

▪︎ Chapter Twelve

▪︎ Chapter Thirteen

▪︎ Chapter Fourteen

▪︎ Chapter Fifteen

▪︎ Chapter Sixteen

▪︎ Chapter Seventeen

▪︎ Chapter Eighteen

▪︎ Chapter Nineteen

▪︎ Chapter Twenty

▪︎ Chapter Twenty-one

▪︎ Chapter Twenty-two

▪︎ Chapter Twenty-three

▪︎ Chapter Twenty-four

▪︎ Chapter Twenty-five

▪︎ Chapter Twenty-six

▪︎ Chapter Twenty-seven

▪︎ Chapter Twenty-eight

▪︎ Chapter Twenty-nine

▪︎ Chapter Thirty

▪︎ Chapter Thirty-one

▪︎ Chapter Thirty-two

▪︎ Chapter Thirty-three

▪︎ Chapter Thirty-four

▪︎ Chapter Thirty-five °TW°

▪︎ Chapter Thirty-six

▪︎ Chapter Thirty-seven

▪︎ Chapter Thirty-eight

▪︎ Chapter Thirty-nine

▪︎ Chapter Forty(TW)

▪︎ Chapter Forty-one(TW)

▪︎ Chapter Forty-two

▪︎ Chapter Forty-three

▪︎ Chapter Forty-four

▪︎ Chapter Forty-five

▪︎ Chapter Forty-six

▪︎ Chapter Forty- seven

▪︎ Chapter Forty-eight

▪︎ Chapter Forty-nine

▪︎ Chapter Fifty

▪︎ Chapter Fifty-one

▪︎ Chapter Fifty-two

▪︎ Chapter Fifty-three

▪︎ Chapter Fifty-four

▪︎ Chapter Fifty-five

▪︎ Chapter Fifty-six

▪︎ Chapter Fifty-seven

▪︎ Chapter Fifty-eight

▪︎ Chapter Fifty-nine

▪︎ Chapter Sixty

▪︎ Chapter Sixty-one

▪︎ Chapter Sixty-two

▪︎ Chapter Sixty-three

▪︎ Chapter Sixty-four

▪︎ Chapter Sixty-five

▪︎ Chapter Sixty-six

▪︎ Chapter Sixty-seven

▪︎ Chapter Sixty-eight

▪︎ Chapter Sixty-nine

▪︎ Chapter Seventy

▪︎ Chapter Seventy-one

▪︎ Chapter Seventy-two

▪︎ Chapter Seventy-three

▪︎ Chapter Seventy-four

▪︎ Chapter Seventy-five

▪︎ Epilogue

▪︎ Author's Notes

▪︎ Bonus: Helen and Eboni

▪︎ Bonus: Valentine's Day Mishap

☆

Story Playlist

Jeff Origin Story(David Near Version)

Jeff's Interviews(David Near)

《 This is a dark romance with heavy triggers for some readers. Viewer discretion is advised.

《 This is an oc female(African American) love interest, but feel free to picture yourself as the character.

《 This is the fully edited version of my book. The completed unedited versions are on Wattpad & Ao3. Links will be below.

《 Wattpad

《 Ao3

Dividers credits are used throughout the story:

° @khaer

° @anitalenia

° @kimjiho1

° @somenteniki

° @bucciniexe

° @cafekitsune

° @k1ssyoursister

° @chaefilm

- If any of the art used within this story is yours, please let me know so credit can be given.

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kaylen419 · 4 months ago

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Late halloween post, how yall likin my costume? 😌🐦‍⬛

#black girl aesthetic #black tattoo artist #black women #tattoed girls #tattoo artist #black tumblr #black girls beauty #bwmm #bwwm love #tattoos #teen titans #raven #dcu #so hot and sexy #so hot 🔥🔥🔥#firee

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probablyintensemuses · 9 months ago

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how wwould armando react if he is in love with the reader, but she shows no sign of feeling the same way, (he's so devoted when it comes to the reader) And he'd like to know if she feels the same way, I wish it would end in a passionate way (you know what I mean) 🔥

Te amo 🌸💗

Wait For Your Love-

Armando Aretas

summary: Armando doesn’t wish you a happy birthday so you’re day is basically ruined, up until it isn’t.

themes: angst, fluff, smut.

warnings: smut 18+

authors note: I know this isn’t exactly like the request, but genuinely I tried. I hope y’all like it 🥹. Not edited btw, I wrote this on my lunch break.

Happy birthday to you,’ kelly sang, walking a candlelight cupcake over to your desk, Dorn, Mike, and Marcus following behind her. “Happy birthday to you.”

“Happy birthday, our sweet girl, happy birthday to you.” Kelly gives you a hug from behind and you lean into her.

“Thanks guys,’ you smile big, blowing out the candle on your cupcake.

“What your young ass wish for?” Mike asks, slinging a birthday girl sash over your shoulders.

Marcus slaps his chest. “You know she can’t tell you, that’ll ruin it.”

Mike smacks his lips. “Man, shut your superstitious ass up. Seriously, what you wish for.”

You laugh. “I wished for the second day at my cafe to run smoothly for my employees.’ Everyone shakes their heads, happily, saying your wish was a great one.

“Speaking of,” you dig into your bag, pulling out pink envelopes with hearts on their seals. “If you guys can make time I’d love to have you over there for small party. It’s nothing big, just a new cake recipe I was working on, some drinks, and food if you guys want to bring any.”

They all accept your invite, taking their cards with them and back to their desks.

You sit back down with a smile and continue to unencrypte the harddrive they’d found at a crime scene. Mike had told you it was very important they get it open with everything on it.

So that was the goal today before your party, so you could get as drunk as you wanted to and cry as much as you wanted too.

Hopefully not the latter, though.

The compound door swings open with a shriek before slamming shut, echoing through the whole place.

You turn and your heart stops in your chest as Armando Aretas makes his way through.

It was no secret, to the team anyway, that you had a mild crush on Armando. Despite knowing the things of his past, some desperate part of your self truly liked him. And corny enough, you saw the goodness and potential within him.

It’s why you went with Mike to the D.A’s office and fought for him to serve out his tenured in AMMO instead of prison. You knew he wasn’t all bad, he could be reformed, you’d seen it multiple times.

Like when he took all those stab wounds for Callie, the daughter of the woman actively hunting him. Or how he tried constantly, despite his past and his own convictions, to have a relationship with Mike. Even how kind he was to you at times, especially when you know it’s hard for him, training his mind to know that kindness isn’t a weakness after years of being a product to the cartel.

So you couldn’t help but smile when you see him walk down the stairs and take a seat at his desk across from yours.

“Armando,’ Mike says. “You’re late, we’re about to start debriefing in ten.”

Armando shrugs, slinging off his leather jacket and exposing his bulging, biceps and veiny forearms.

You check the glare in your computer, checking for drool, before eyeing his torso, the skin tight black shirt doing nothing for your unquenched thirst.

“Had to pick something up.” He says, eyeing you.

You turn, looking over your shoulder. Was he actually staring at you?

Everyone else must have noticed too, because before you know it, you have eight pairs of hungry eyes watching you both.

“Anything you want to say to her?” Kelly practically nudges Armando with her voice.

Armando eyes you up in down, taking in your typical appearance of a cardigan and jeans, your curls pulled high in a puff on your head.

His eyes pull away from you as he stands and walks over to the room where the team debriefs. “Nah,” he says.

You fell your heart crash to your feet.

Did he just?

Now, you could understand if he forgot it was your birthday, but you have a cupcake with a candle on it sitting on your desk not to mention the fucking sash that says “birthday girl,” no way he thought you were just wearing it for convenience.

You thought, just for once, Armando would show you even a slither of the same kind of affections you held for him…especially on your birthday.

But you were wrong.

Your heart chips a little at that realization, you feel pathetic like Molly Ringwald in Sixteen Candles as you ball up the invitation you had stored away for Armando, it yellow and bright unlike the others.

You were pathetic to think the man you liked would even consider you an option, let alone come to some dumb birthday party of yours. He was too busy for that, and you were too desperate.

Another year older, yet never wiser. It was clear in your delusions of Armando as you wait for his love.

###

You’re careful to not drop your cake as you push it through the swinging doors of your new cafe.

You decided to get this cafe as a side shop because you always loved pastries, and making cakes and sweet treats got you through the stress of school and the police force.

So now that you’re older, why not have a cafe for fun and passive income? Was it more stress, yes, but it was totally worth it.

“Wow, that looks amazing!” Dorn’s eyes light up as your bring the cake over to the booths and tables your friends occupy.

“You think so?” You smile.

“Oh hell yeah,’ Marcus likes his lips, clapping his hands together. “You know I’m for anything sweet so.”

You chuckle. “Forewarning. It’s a teramassu cake, so you old dogs might be up all night if you eat too much.”

“Damn! It’s like that!” Mike laughs.

You smile and begin cutting into the cake and passing out pieces. “Yeah, it’s like that.”

“And to think we basically raised you.” Marcus says. “I’m going to let you slide though. One because it’s your birthday. And two, because this cake is fire.”

You clap and squeal. “I’m so glad you like it. I didn’t want to mess it up, but it’s pretty difficult.”

“Mhm,’ kelly says, taking a sip of her wine. “So what’s harder, cake baking? Or admitting your crush to Armando?”

Your smile drops in an instant and you send an icy glare Kelly’s way. “Seriously?”

Kelly hiccups. “I’m sorry, but the way your face looked when he didn’t tell you happy birthday, I mean how can you like a guy like that? No offense, Mike.”

Mikes eyebrows rise. “I mean, it was a jerk move. But it’s Armando. Who knows, he might say happy birthday tomorrow.”

You shake your head. “Yeah, but it won’t be worth anything tomorrow when he knew today. I mean, I’m really pathetic to wish he was here when he couldn’t even do the bare minimum for me.” Your eyes well with tears.

“Hey, no.’ Dorn wipes your eyes. “Don’t cry on your birthday about him. Cry tomorrow, and then come see my therapist.”

You sniffle. “What?”

“Sorry, she’s just amazing, I always like to shout her out.”

You sigh. “Thanks, Dorn.”

Even with all this smiling faces around you, you couldn’t shake the anchor pulling at your ankle. You wished Armando would have just told you happy birthday, even pretended to care. That would have meant more to you than what you got.

But here you were, with all your friends who actually cared about you, about to cry over a guy who couldn’t even be bothered.

A tear streaks down your face and you look away. “You guys should go,’ you say. “I’m sorry.”

Mike pats your shoulder. “I’ll try talking to him.”

You grip his wrist. “Don’t. I don’t want him to know about this, he’ll think I’m insane.”

“Don’t sweat it too hard,’ kelly kisses your head. “I know plenty of guys at the department that would fall to their knees right now over you.”

“Thanks,’ you half smile, watching as your friends leave before you break down completely.

Tears streaked into your palm as you cried out. It didn’t hit you until this morning just how deeply you cared for Armando.

You truly liked him, and his blatant rejection had set all your emotions flaring.

Sniffling into your hands, the soft chime of your cafes door catches your attention.

“We’re closed.” You grumble, not bothering to look up.

“Even for me, ¿dulce niña?” Armando says.

Your head shoots up and the air is nearly knocked out of your lungs as you take him in.

He’s dapper in a black button up not all the way buttoned, exposing some of his tone chest and a silver St. Christopher necklace. His pants are the right amount of tightness, highlighting his muscular thighs, and his hair is dark and trimmed, just like his beard.

Armando, as always, is hard to look away from. But still, resist and play it cool, wiping the tears away from your eyes.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, crossing your hands over your small chest.

Armando walks towards you, hands behind his back as he observes your cafe, like some kind of museum tourist. “The cafe came together nice.” He says, stepping a bit too close to you.

For air, you take a step back, Armando notices and smirks. “Stop avoiding the question. What are you doing here?”

“I heard you had a party I wasn’t invited to. That’s not very nice, bebita.” He smirks.

“Yeah, it was invite only.”

“I don’t qualify?”

You scoff. “You didn’t even know it was my birthday.”

“I knew.”

“Oh, you knew, so you just didn’t care.”

“I cared.’ Armando gets close, pulling at the tule fabric of your pink mini dress. He lets out a shaky breath. “This is beautiful on you, by the way.”

You push him away at the chest, he hardly moves. “Stop it.” You whine.

“Stop what?”

“Stop acting like you like me!” You shout. “You don’t! And it’s fucking embarrassing, Armando!”

Armando swallows, and even in the darkness you can see the shame painted into the little creases of his face and the fast lifts of his chest.

Armando’s hands finally fall to his sides and you see now what he has done. In his hands are a large bouquet of flowers and a blue bag.

“No,” You say.

He steps forward. “This is why I was late to work, princesa, because I got this for you.”

“Armando.”

“Open it.” He says.

Reluctantly you take the bag from his hands, sharp rods of electricity swirling up your arm when your fingers meet.

Slowly, you open the bag and look inside. There, a small velvet box awaits you. Hesitant, you pick it up and open it.

You gasp at what you see. A necklace, tiny diamonds all the way around. It shimmers in the moonlight that peaks into the cafe as you hold it up.

“You bought this for me?’ You gasp. “How can you even afford this?”

Armando rolls his eyes. “I use to be a drug dealer, baby.”

You sigh and put the necklace, as pretty as it is, back into the box. “I can’t take this.” You hand it back.

Armando frowns. “Why not?”

You turn, holding yourself. “Because how do I know if you even like me?”

Armando’s eyes hidden and he holds the bag on display. “Baby, I just dropped bands on this necklace for you. I think that shows alot.”

“Yeah, maybe.” You step back, walking away from him.

He catches your arm, gently pulling you back. “Maybe?” He scoffs offended. “You didn’t even invite me tonight, yet I got you a gift, and you say maybe.”

You snatch out of his grip. “I didn’t invite you tonight because you’re an asshole!”

“I’m not!” Armando shouts back.

“Then prove it,’ you square into his space. “Stop making me wait for your love and tell me what you know I want to hear.”

Armando opens his mouth to speak, but the words are lost when he leans in, his mouth crashing onto yours.

Your shocked, your lips are still against his until something burst inside of you, everything you’ve been craving sealed in this one kiss.

This causes you to moan against his lips. Armando swallows it, slipping his hands into your curls and tilting your head to the side, turning the kiss hot and fierce.

You wrap your arms around the nape of his neck, scratching at his faded low cut, deepening your kiss.

Armando’s hands trail down the fluff of your dress until they reach the hem. He flips it upward and finds your underwear, growling as he feels the thin layer of cotton. You shudder at his touch, your pussy throbbing at the thought of him making contact.

“Fuck,’ he moans, slipping two fingers into your thongs, rolling his thick fingers over your clit.

Your head falls back as you let out a low, moan. “Fuck, baby.”

“You like that?’ He strokes his fingers up and down your soaking wet slit. “Tan mojado, maldita sea.” He growls in your ear.

“Yes,” you gasp. “Oh, yes.”

Armando grabs you by your waist flipping you around, the rounds of your ass pressed against the swells of his cock.

You gasp as Armando pushes you against his hard on, you imagine how it will feel once he’s deep inside your soaking, needy cunt.

Armando nibbles at the bottom of your ear. “You feel that baby. You feel what you do to me?”

“Y—yes,” you sputter.

He grinds against you, his face deep in your hair, taking a whiff.

“God I need to be inside you.” Armando whines. “I’ve always needed it.”

“Then do it. Stop holding back.” You moan out.

Maybe that was the wrong thing to say because in a flash Armando’s got your dress up, your thong to the side, and you bent over the counter of your cafe.

God you hoped no one walked past, because if they did, they get an eyeful of your ass and Armando’s bulging cock.

“Fuck,” Armando moans, rubbing the leaking pink tip of his cock against you sleek folds, shuddering as he pulls back, your slick dripping off his tip. “You ready, baby?”

“Yes, oh yes.” You moan, digging your head into the cold marble of the counter.

Armando strokes your entrance one last time before pushing into slowly. You both let out loud, pornagraphic moans finally being full of each other.

The strokes start of slow and deep, each smack creating friction between the top of your dress and your skin. The deeper and harder Armando fucks you, the lower your dress falls until eventually your boobs spill out.

Armando’s pace picks up and he begins to fuck you with speed that causes you to cry out. He reaches in front of you, grabbing your boobs and holding onto them, circling your nipples between his fingers, pounding deeper and harder into you.

“God, mama, you’re incredible.’ Armando growls. “I’ve dreamt of this moment.”

“More!” You moan.

Armando flips you over, lifting you up by your ass and slamming you onto the counter. He waste no time shoving into you and fucking you, your boobs bouncing up and down equivalent to his rhythm.

You reach down, rubbing your clit in circles, you’re desperate to come on Armando’s cock and have him come inside of you.

You can feel the knot in your stomach build and you know you’re close. The sounds of skin slapping and heavy moans echos off the walls of the cafe.

Your pussy leaks, leaving a white ring Armando’s cock as he drills into you, using one lifted leg as leverage.

Your knot builds, expanding, and you know you’re close to the edge.

You pull Armando close. “I want you to finish me, then I need your come inside of me.” You cry out.

Armando doesn’t even question your requests before obliterating you with speed and strokes.

Your knot unfurls and you moan out, shuttering as you

Come on his cock. Armando does the same, pumping all of him inside of you.

Sweaty and breathing hard, he pulls out, lifting you up bridal style.

He carries you to one of the larger booths at the back of the cafe, using his jacket as a blanket for you both.

“Are you on birth control?” He asks.

You shake your head no. “It’s okay. We’re fine. I’ll just get a plan B.”

Armando nods kissing your forehead. “And by the way,’ he pulls you into his strong arms. “Happy birthday.”

You snicker, eyelids heavy. “Thank you.”

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janicekao · 2 months ago

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Hate To Love You

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Black oc (dark smut) Summary: Forty-eight year old actor Cillian Murphy has a heated argument with his young new wife. Story inspired by this photo alone

(2025 Daddy Cillian is gray-haired and buff for his comeback role as Tommy Shelby in Peaky Blinders) Warnings: age gap, dark romance, violence, toxic marriage, hate s3x, r0ugh s3x, cr3am p1e, dubc0n, brat tam1ng, degredat1on k1nk,f0rced br33ding, etc.

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A dinner table is beautifully prepared with candles, wine, and flowers as Cillian Murphy waits for his young wife's return.

He's spent hours preparing it and he knows that if he had married someone his age, a forty-eight year old wife would be thankful for his hard work and they'd enjoy it together before warming their middle-aged bones by the fire. But instead, his twenty-six year old wife Stella rather enjoy an active extroverted lifestyle from the break of dawn to the very end of the day...

"She sounds like an ungrateful brat. I don't get why you stay." Cillian chugs back his fourth glass of red wine as he gossips complaints about his wife to his favorite cousin Charles back in Ireland.

This glass goes straight to his head. He's clearly had enough, but actually he is just getting started. "The hatred is mutual, but God, she makes me feel things I've never felt before." His skin reddens into a drunken blush, lightly slurring his words although simultaneously keeping his composure somehow. "I've been fucking since I was fourteen years old, Charles. I'm—I'm talking hundreds of different women from all over the world, but no one pleases me like her."

His cousin chuckles, familiar with how loaded his cousin Cillian is, being that they used to spend many tipsy nights at the local pub together in their early twenties. "That magical pussy, aye?"

"You have no idea." Cillian can't wait to blurt it out. He too is confused by the god-sent magical pussy between Stella's thighs. "I've been acting in films before she was even born... The only reason I splurge my hard-earned money on giving her the life that she wants is because the woman drives me goddamn ballistic! I never even thought about marriage until I met her and realized that no one else could have her, I couldn't allow it. I wouldn't be able to sleep at night."

Stella's brand new Mercedes pulls into the driveway of their Pasadena mansion, blinding his already stressed-tipsy eyes with her headlights. "She's home, I gotta run."

"Gone all day and just getting home? What are you going to do about this?" Charles recognizes the severity of a disobedient wife. The way they were raised by the eldest generation, Charles reminds his cousin that he must put his foot down.

Cillian finishes the bottle of red. He can be heard over the phone spitting out the cork of a second bottle before responding. "Charles, if the blogs read about an ambulance pulling into our Pasadena residence, it will be about me having my foot stuck up my wife's ass."

"You two." Charles laughs. "The craziest fucking couple I've ever seen."

"I wouldn't put it past her, it can always get crazier." Cillian's fifth glass is without a glass at all... this time a swallow— an entire gulp, half of this second bottle.

Ending his phone call, Cillian tosses his cell to the back of the counter. His wife enters their home texting and giggling with probably whomever she just spent the day with. He rolls his eyes, taking his empty dinner plate from the table as he points with his eyes at hers. "Your dinner is cold."

"Oh?" She finally finds time to greet her husband as she sets down her phone and purse, however per usual, her response is full of spite. "No one asked you to cook."

Her tone infuriates him. Cillian throws his plate into the sudsy sink as he tries to wash it and it shatters from the force, cutting a deep gash into his palm.

He hisses, although too tipsy, he can't exactly tell if he's seeing red from anger or the red of actual blood. "Ungrateful bitch."

Stella notices the dish water turning a shade of pink from the injury. "Nice Cillian, do you need the first-aid kit?"

He sighs. "Nope, I'm good."

Her jaw drops as his bloody hand swipes across the front of her white silk designer dress, using it as a napkin for his injury. "You idiot, now look what you've done!"

"And so what? I fucking bought it." Shrugging as if he couldn't care and playing crazy, Cillian hasn't met crazy yet.

A giggle erupting from Stella's throat has Cillian's eyes grow in size. Knowing that her laugh is the calm before the storm, Cillian practically watches his wife's Haitian blood boil over. "M'kay, so we're making messes now?" Stella's hand connects to the fine-china placed on the dinner table.

"You're a mess enough for the both of us." Another sarcastic remark from Cillian's lips before quickly ducking from a glass salad bowl being thrown at his head.

"I'll show you a mess!" Stella picks up anything weighty and glass on their dining room table. Her words are spat in between every throw. "Fuck you. *throws wine glass*Fuck you. *throws plates*FUCK YOU! *throws water pitcher*"

"The fuck are you doing?!" He manages to dodge and protect himself for the most part, however he can still feel the sting of tiny glass fragments that now cover their kitchen floor. "Hey! Hey I said stop that! Crazy bitch!"

"Your mother!" Stella grasps hold of a dinner knife.

"DON'T." Fright fills his heart seeing his wife on the verge of throwing a knife at him. Stella huffs, luckily calming herself as she slams it back down.

Both out of breath, they pant tiredly as the sound of the boiling spaghetti pot on the stove is the only thing to be heard. But he just can't give it up, beginning to mumble more argument underneath his breath. "Dumb fucking slut, get out of my face!" His tone raises again. "Can't stand— can't stand to even look at you."

"So don't!" Stella grabs hold of her belongings again, aiming to head back out of the door. "I know somebody who will."

...

This comment alone enrages him.

Cillian's shoes crunch through the thrown broken glass on the floor, he reaches her in two large steps and places his wide callused hand around her petite bicep.

Stella watches her husband's thick fingers tightly wrapped around her upper-arm and attempts to yank from it. She feels the pain of it tightening as Cillian draws her closer to him. With their bodies pressed together, a very silent Cillian lowers his head into the crook of her neck, inhaling Stella's scent... daring to smell any drop of another man on her and he will gladly kill the bitch right now.

With his nose pressed against the soft skin of her neck, Stella becomes frightened. "You're... You're hurting me." More mentally than physically, being that she just wants him out of her space.

Smelling only the leave in conditioner from her moisturized shoulder length coils and the bar soap that she bathes with daily, Cillian reads right through her bluff. She hasn't been disloyal, she's a stupid cunt but not that stupid.

His wide bright blue eyes, graying with his age startles her. "I see right fucking through you."

His tone is bitter and to belittle her. Stella- a gentle soul with an easily broken shell bites her cheek to keep from crying as she watches up at the man that she married and tied herself to.

She tightens her jaw, refusing to let the welling tears in her eyes fall from his insults. "You are nothing."

"I'm nothing? I'm your meal ticket baby. Your mind is blank and your soul is decrepit, you are the one that is nothing." Blow for blow and an inch apart, their tension is dangerous. Cillian makes his wife out to be nothing but a warm cunt, and Stella makes her husband out to be an old pushover.

She shoves him backwards, freeing her arm. "Get off me you fucking creep, I won't take any of your bullshit today, Cillian. What is it? The dinner? Fuck your shitty fucking cooking!"

"Fuck the dinner, where have you been?" He throws his large frame in the way of her exit, Stella can't get by due to his hard body from working out daily for an upcoming movie role. "OUT!" She argues instead.

Stella reaches for the keys in her purse and Cillian nearly crushes her hand to grab them first. As he yanks them out of her grip, they're instantly tossed into the heaping pot of boiling spaghetti sauce.

Rage devours her after she gasps. She can't believe it! Her keys to her brand new fucking car! Stella slaps her husband across the face and Cillian's head whips in the direction of the force. His short hair of salt-and-pepper colored waves luckily cover the anger that erupts in his gaze while pausing to wipe the blood from the now cut in his lip.

He raises his hand to do the same, yet his sweet baby flinches preparing to be backhanded... Deserving it or not, he could never lay a hand like that on the woman he worships.

With a strong hand still raised, he swings his slap anyways... but not onto her face. He begins to welt her thighs and hips as if he were spanking a disobedient child.

"Ow! Stop that! Stop you fucking freak!" Stella begins to twist and turn to avoid being hit in the same spot twice. Now turned around, the welting swats begin to land on her ass. The recoiling of her curves drives Cillian mad with lust. The slaps that usually are pulled back for more, one after the other, becomes slaps that end in gripping handfuls of her ass. Painful grasps as he jiggles a handful of her soft flesh each time he swats down.

As his loins fire, Cillian knocks the table clean and bends his wife over the table. Hearing her grumbling and putting up a fight adds to his adrenaline. He crosses her arms behind her back, holding them still at her wrists as he uses a freehand to pull her dress up over her ass. Stella's plumped backside continues to recoil as she attempts to getaway, however, she won't be going anywhere anytime soon under his strength.

Taking notice to the welting slaps on her tawny skin, he decides to add more, this time palm to skin as he stains her flesh with red blood from his gash and speckled splatters around them. He lowers Stella's panties as his injured free hand begins to sting from the countless blows. He realizes how heavy the tiny black thong has become in the middle... absolutely drenched. Clearly Stella is enjoying this just as much and Cillian needs a better look. He kicks her stilettos further apart, widening her stance as he peels her thighs apart to see them web away from each other, thick and covered in arousal.

"Look at you, can't even discipline my wife without her being a goddamned slut." Tone harsh and teeth baring from his lips, he grits out cruel words as his Irish accent deepens.

"Let me up." Stella struggles more, soon realizing that she should stop being that her wriggling is right against his clothed cock... A dagger continuing to stiffen from a kink of clear brat-taming.

"I won't." He thrusts forward. The delicious friction overwhelms Cillian and he frees his aching erection from the confinements of his slacks, causing the large thick cock to spring out against her.

Her breath hitches in her throat from the agonizing tease of cockhead slipping through her folds. Stella tries to close her thighs, squeezing them together will help with the coming climax that has started to painfully strip her stomach. Cillian widens her stance further apart, reading into exactly what she's doing. "Now why would I let you cum? As if you deserve something as sweet as that."

"It—It hurts. I just need to.. ah." Her need worsens, voice muffled against the wooden table. "Ughh, I hate you!"

"Not as much as I hate you." They both shout heated words that they don't mean in the slightest bit.

Cillian leans his weight onto her fragile back. "Arch it before I fucking break it."

With tears in her eyes, she refuses to detest. Stella lowers her back, pushing her butt higher into an arch and feeling her cunt and asscrack spread apart. The sight alone causes Cillian's eyes to roll back in anticipated satisfaction, eye to eye with her star shaped asshole and overwhelmed with excitement to slip right beneath it into her cunt.

He abuses her with a rammed cock.

Stella winces. The stretch snatches her breath and has her pussy feeling inflamed. "Couldn't even...ah god—warm me up first!? Selfish prick."

He watches the glisten around his cock, covered in her essence his member pulses with lengthy veins on each side of his shaft, longing towards his peach cockhead that continues to redden a shade from the rush of blood. "You're tightest when you're being a fucking snake." He's totally bluffing, her pussy chokes him to Nirvana even on the worst of days, never has he had a better lover.

She releases an arrogant sarcastic chuckle that catches into a delicious gasp, caught off guard again by the impaling of her husband's hard cock... this time slow and nearing her belly button as the heavy rutting begins.

"Oh?" He taunts. "Actually something that shuts you up? Who would have known."

"Never." Embarrassment clouds her mind. She's in disbelief of her own behavior, feeling her very own nectar drip down to her knees. No matter how humiliated she feels, she wouldn't dare ask him to slow... not with her orgasm only moments away. "Oh fuck! Stay right there!"

"Do you really think this is for you?" Snatched by her throat, Stella's neck is now painted red with his blood. Cillian forces her stance against his chest as he continues to fuck upward into her tight cavity. "As much shit you give me when I try to be a good husband, this is the least you could offer. This isn't for you, this is selfishly mine... And so are you."

His body has tensed up, feeling like a rock against her as his bloodied hand snatches Stella's dress down, completely tearing the thin spaghetti-straps off the dress.

A handful of Stella's breasts in his palm has him spent and groaning quietly behind her ear. His fingertips toying across her perky nipples has Stella noticing how very sensitive she is feeling, not just at her pussy but all over.

She argues to keep from moaning about the way Cillian circles her nipples as if he were finger painting on her skin in his blood. "Asshole! I'm covered in your blood!"

"Won't be the only thing you're covered in." Unknowing of his strength, his grip on Stella's hips are bruising. The feeling of her body impaled on his cock has him near mindless and numb, but not thoughtless enough to end his degradation. "And don't you dare grab for a towel. Walk out this house again and I'll be sure you walk out of here drenched in my cum, let the world see you for the whore that you are."

A sudden change in the angle of his deliciously hooked cock twists at her gspot. Electric heat starts at her toes, continuing all the way to her scalp as her climax overcomes her. "Guh—mmmf... GOD!"Cillian feels it too... pussy fluttering around him until he can't take it, biting teeth marks into her shoulder as the lewd and sloppy sounds of wetness bounce off his heavy sack against Stella's swelling clit.

Eyes closed and giggling a stunning smile of perfect pearly whites, Stella reaches her hand around her husband's head and pulls him into a tongue kiss, lolling her tongue onto his and aiming to steal the very moans from the back of his throat. She grasps hold of his black and gray haircut tightly causing Cillian to hiss and mix sensitive pain with his pleasure.

"You love this pussy don't you?" She teases him, listening to his rambling moans. Cillian rolls his eyes, muscles tightening with a slack jaw opened from whimpered complaints. "Ahh... fuck you—Pussy fucking controlling me— how, mmph... How Stella?"

Tightening her core, she clamps down on his cock, aching perfectly from his wicked girth. She takes Cillian's hand to her womb as they feel the tummy-bulge together. "You've got me so full— my favorite feeling."

"Yeah?" He questions her sudden sweetness, nails now digging scratches into her soft skin. "Perfect—fuckin... ah, sss-ah... pussy."

The rutting deepens but slows, Stella feels his twitching begin with ragged breaths against her neck. Clearly, he's soon to unravel. "You're clenching— mm'around me so tightly... Want a baby fucked into you? Just keep squeezing."

Trying his best not to break her in two and fuck her through this table until they are both a babbling mess of drool, her smart tongue making a return makes it impossible for him to refrain. "Old ass, you're probably shooting blanks."

"You'll be the first to find out." Forcing Stella back down into an arch, Cillian lets a harsh brutish plow kiss at her cervix. She doesn't deserve gentle love-making, just to be fucked like a whore. He erupts, hot-cum jetting streams and flooding her womb.

She winces as her knees buckle together, trying to hide the humiliating sound of her juices and his nut mixed into a splashing puddle beneath them. Filthy, sloppy, hate filled.Stella can feel his skin buzzing against her, his happy trail tickling her ass, and every bit of his nine inch cock bottomed out against her... swelling like a knotted wolf until his weighty balls are drained empty.

Blinding pleasure racks through his entire being, making him pussy drunk and sick with lust. Magical pussy, Heaven-sent CUNT.

Cillian pulls out of his wife's battered cunt. Cockhead releasing with a lewd plop as he watches Stella tremble from a sudden second orgasm keeping her bent over the table.

He watches the amount of his load dripping out of her, nodding with hasty joy, known to the fact that soon she'll be plump with his growing seed. "There you are now." Cillian places his cock back into his briefs and pants, rebuckling his belt aggravated at the fact that he refuses to become flaccid. Still turned on by his wife's cock-drunk beauty alone. Half-lidded, out of breath, trembling, and absolutely spent... Made to take cock— made to take his cock. "That should calm you down a bit, raising our little mini, aye? I'll make you a wife somehow, even if I have to make you a mother first."

Stella finds herself, regaining her senses although stuffed with Cillian's seed. They are a mess. Covered in his blood to the point of looking like a scene out of a horror movie and their house does too.

Heels clacking as she takes cum-drunken half steps, Stella grabs the opened bottle of wine, pouring it into the last unbroken wine glass she can find... She notices Cillian redressing, grabbing not only his clothes but his coat and car keys although hers sit in a pot of burning spaghetti sauce on the edge of boiling over and burning their house down. "Where are you off to now?"

Cillian sighs and adjusts his collar, now far too dizzy from drinking, blood loss, and Stella's remarkable sex. "Hospital for stitches, bar for a drink, and a brothel for someone to actually appreciate my sex." He signals at the unhinged erection poking in the lap of his pants.

Stella nods slowly, continuing to drink wine and finally turning off their stove. "Right... and that's when the hooker won't be able to get you to cum, right? At least let her know that you're wasting her time since I've been the only one who can get you there in the last five years... Cillian, you'll spend your dirty two-hundred dollars crying in her arms instead." Stella's laugh is an absolute degrading taunt. "Don't you wish you never met me?"

...

Handsome blue eyes full of nothing but hate, he can't respond... frozen completely still.

He wishes that constantly actually... A life where they never had met. But then, he would never know cunt that could turn his world absolutely upside down.

Cillian hates her because of this, and Stella hates him for only loving her for it... although he believes that she doesn't know or realize her use to him.

"See you when you get back, you always come back."

Before being able to leave, Cillian approaches his wife once more with a violent snatch to her throat. He has thoughts of tightening and choking her until her lips are blue and stained of death... But instead, he releases. "I love you."

She grins. "Don't I know it."

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laufeyslegacy · 1 year ago

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Sexual Tension Prompts To Pick

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"We're not just friends and you fucking know it,"

"Don't give me that look."

"You're more than just a one night stand."

"Are you sure? Once I start I might not be able to stop."

"Don't touch me if you don't want me."

"I haven't even touched you and you're already this wet."

You are so fucking hot when you're mad,"

"You have no idea how much I want you,"

"Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?"

"Come closer then."

"I really want to kiss you right now."

"You're so perfect. I'm so fucking lucky."

"You have no idea what you do to me."

"Try to stay quiet, understand?"

"I thought maybe we could do a little bit more than just kissing."

"I've wanted this for so long."

"I like it when you say my name like that."

"If you beat me at least once, i’ll do whatever you want."

"Do you just wanna get out of here?"

"Oh, really?"

"Make me."

"Don’t make me come over there"

"Can you help me with my tie?" / "Can you zip up my dress for me?"

"The way you looked at me just now was enough to make my heart skip a beat."

"I can't deny it anymore, I think I might be feeling something for you."

"I know we're not supposed to do this, but there's just something about you that pulls me towards you more and more."

"I thought I would never feel this way again, but you somehow managed to ignite that fire inside of me."

"I don't know what it is about you, but I can't help but just stare at,"

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randomlilflea · 10 days ago

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Just Em and Tim chilling out, they have some lil guests though

#oc #sphinx #creature #sphinx oc #balan wonderworld oc #balan wonderworld #bww oc #bww #bwwm love #balan wonderland #negati #tims

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urfavoritebrownskingirl · 8 months ago

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mood 🌟

#black girl moodboard #swag #money #club #black reader #black girls of tumblr #love #bwwm love

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blackynsupremacy · 7 months ago

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pov: you’re fucking around with red k!clark and he’s a whole fuckboy pt 2. (this is a hc/crackfic)

y/n is getting sick of clark’s bullshit, but she can’t let him go…smdh same, girl. he’s taking her out tonight, but it doesn’t go so smoothly.

meagan good as a black coded y/n fc (you can imagine yourself or whoever you want)

inspo from trapcaleb as well.

warning: cursing, gaslighting, mention of cheating, red k! clark, slight mention of suggestiveness, y/n is weak in the knees.

here’s how it would go down:

y/n: *getting in lex’s ferrari and she has to adjust the seat*

y/n: wait a minute…who tf did you have in here? why do the seat- why is the seat back like that, clark?

him: i’m not sure what you’re talking about. 🙃bullshit. lana was up in here.

y/n: *sniffs around* why does the car smell like japanese cherry blossom…who tf did you have in here?!? 🤨

he knows damn well y/n wears warm vanilla sugar.

him: …let’s just have a good night, okay? 🙂

he’s been caught, but he knows how to make it up to her later. he’s got her wrapped around his finger…figuratively and literally.

y/n:…boy, just drive. 😤😮‍💨

damn… this is the last time she’s falling for this shit, man!!

…or is it?

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local-bxbby · 1 year ago

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My unhealthy obsession with a white man on tv is back 🧏🏾‍♀️ where is all the Jack Reacher (Prime Video not Tom Cruise) fanfiction at GUYTHS???

#jack reacher #jack reacher x reader #Jack reacher prime video #alan ritchson #bwwm love

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janicekao · 13 days ago

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Perfectly Made

Pairing:Bill Skarsgard x Black oc Summary: A young woman who has had her fair share of meeting people gives up on the pointless dating apps and opts for a personal android companion who has some interesting wiring. Warnings:#Android #S3x-Bot #R0ughs3x #Cr3amp1e #Dom&FemSub #FanFiction #DarkRomance #Smut #Br33dingKink #18+ #Toxic etc. 7968 words Wattpad link

Enjoy my babies <3 ------------------------------------

New York has been more rainy than usual. And with rain, comes the immense pressure of feeling alone being that you're stuck in the house by yourself.

Twenty-six year old Holly Marie Jennings is no stranger to loneliness. But being in her late twenties, she's also had her fair share of dating and extroverted activities. Although a fan of dating, and a huge fan of sex, she's absolutely through with the repetitiveness of dating. The swiping right, matching, twenty-one questions, getting to know each other, and polite banter— all just to realize that after a few dates you aren't compatible after all.

With casual dating being the biggest scam in history, Holly has made the decision to spend all of her hard-earned money on something that will keep her content... a man, a man perfectly made just for her.

After a wet day of grocery shopping, Holly comes home to her newest buy getting soaked on the steps of her porch. Her android boyfriend by the famous scientist Marco Nanimo has finally arrived after a month of shipping, and being that the robot is the most expensive thing she's ever brought, she wants it into her house and out of the rain as soon as possible.

As Holly drags a box that is far bigger than herself inside, she becomes full of excitement knowing how life-like her android will be being that he's already as heavy as a real man. From the online assessment, product development, and extremely long shipping, she knows that once she opens this box whatever she lays her eyes upon will be one hundred percent worth the money.

Crashing to her kitchen floor beside the box, Holly takes a moment to catch her breath. The cardboard is soaked and full of unnecessary damage as if he were already opened or had gone through shipping-hell... she only can hope that her android is unharmed. As her energy regains, Holly opens the already tattered box and lays eyes on her new literal boy-toy. The android looking as human as ever lays in a bed of packing peanuts with his eyes closed. He looks as if he were an angel asleep, peacefully still with a gorgeous physique, chestnut hair, and full pouty lips.

When described the type of bot she wanted in the online assessment, all that she asked was that he'd come tall, strong, a slim-muscular build, olive skin, and brunette or blonde hair... but this— this far exceeded her expectations.

The android is well above six feet tall. He nears six-five and almost two-hundred pounds, his brunette hairstyle is handsomely cut with matching body hair that isn't too much or too little. Holly's eyes travel down his handsomely long frame, eyes growing at the image of his manhood. Laying nude in this box takes her breath away at the sight of him being more than well-endowed. Even flaccid he seems to be large, maybe larger than she's ever taken, however he is cut and slightly curved in a way that makes her mouth absolutely water.

Far too overwhelmed, Holly stacks a small pile of styrofoam across his groin to protect whatever dignity they have left. Beneath his right thigh are directions. Holly sighs in relief, glad to see that there are instructions and that she won't have to guess the whole way through. Her fingers run across the tip of the singular page of instructions, there's two tiny holes there as if it were stapled to more pages, however, as she searches for the rest, they aren't anywhere to be found— must've been torn and lost in transit somehow.

After scanning a few introduction paragraphs, she finds the first steps and decides to begin. "To power up, pump android's chest as if performing CPR." And so she does. Holly sits onto the lap of her android with her knees knelt on each side of him as she places her hands together and begins to pump.

1...

2...

3...

After three pumps, the android awakens. A gasp falls from her lips as large green eyes stare back at her, she didn't think that he could get any prettier, but here he has already surprised her again.

With a sudden grasp to her waist, the android sits up in his box. The action causes Holly to place her hands on top of his strong shoulder blades for stamina as his hold on her presses her further against his chest. Chest to chest, she even begins to blush. The android studies his new user's face, eyes softening as if he is already captivated by her appearance.

An inch apart and close enough to kiss, Holly can't believe the wind of his breath that crosses her flesh, the feel of his skin, and the warmth of his body... He's so real, and he's all hers.

Unsure of what to say, Holly scrambles to flip to the back of the singular page of instructions, praying for a second step before she melts in his arms. "Uhm— sorry, just give me a minute."

"Hello." The android speaks. "Please introduce yourself with your name, and then please assign me a name for myself."

"Oh!" Holly sees that his high-quality setup might not be so difficult after all. "Well, my name is Holly... And for you, your name can be— I don't know, Derrick maybe? Or-Or Jonathan? No, it should be something simple, easy to remember."

"Bill." A light bulb goes off in the midst of her extremely confused mind. "That's right, your name is Bill."

...

Holly sighs. "Bill, I don't even know where to start with you..."

He smiles with a polite chuckle. "What do you mean? We've already started. Tell me about yourself, Holly. How can I serve you as an AI companion?"

She lifts herself from his lap and gives Bill a hand to stand. As he takes her assistance, he stands and nears the ceiling... hovering over her in a way that makes her seem more doll-like than he is.

"Wow." With a craned neck to look up at him, she can't imagine the fun that they are soon to have being that his cock nears the height of her belly-button.

Clearing her mind, she becomes able to finally answer his question. "Well Bill, if I'm honest, I bought you to become my— my boyfriend. I know, I sound pathetic but it's such an annoying and difficult task to get to know someone over and over again on these dating apps, then having a shitty time together, and have to repeat it all over again with another stranger. I want to skip all of that. All of the formalities, the 'hey, how are you doing?' texts... I want something real with someone who will be mine, all mine."

"Then why start with boyfriend? Does husband sound better?" Bill asks, curiously reading every inch of his new user's body language.

She blushes, actually stirred by being flirted with by a robot. "It sounds perfect, actually. Can we just do it like that? Can we really skip the whole dating thing and be— companions?"

"We can do whatever you want, Holly." Bill steps his bare feet completely out of the box, shaking any extra packing peanuts off of him. "Let's shape my personality to cater to your needs. What are the traits you'd like me to have and follow?"

"Uhm... Well, I'd like you to be my best friend." She begins, "I wish for you to be gentle, sweet, warm, and understanding. I'd like you to share my interests and be a good listener... Other than that, I think I want to play things by ear. Maybe without too many rules, what we have can feel more real... ya know? Are you like— able to do that? Sometimes respond in ways of your own?"

"As in fill in the blanks?" He asks, voice deep and warm like honey. "Yes, Holly. With my artificial intelligence database, I'm constantly evolving and learning. Holly, I can do and be all that you want, and more."

Holly watches in disbelief. "Bill, you are absolutely incredible." She smiles. "Come on, let me give you a tour of the house and uhh— get you some clothes while we're at it."

———

Just as promised, in four short days Bill has picked up on things and paid more attention to Holly in ways that none of her ex-boyfriends ever could.

From cuddling her and treating her like a princess, to sharing each other's humor, and consistent laughs. Bill has it all.

With his AI intelligence, he's quickly created his own personality, constantly surprising Holly with interesting conversation and unique actions... Even being such a gentleman by cooking her favorite meals and handling all of the house's chores. She hasn't had to take the garbage to her bins in days. He's extremely helpful, and even on the days that she is feeling down and out, he spoils her with longing hugs, kisses, and consistent reassurance. Bill is all that she's ever wanted, and it's the most fun she's had in years.

Although he continues to learn more about Holly to give her the AI experience of a lifetime, Holly has been doing the same with him. So far she has learned that although he can cook, he doesn't eat or drink, and when he goes to sleep for the night, it's at her command to 'power down' and he simply recharges right beside her. At night, cuddled into his arms is one of her favorite parts of the day. Impressed with his body warmth and the imitated sound of a human beating heart in his chest, he feels more real than any human could standing right in front of her.

"Should I pour more?" Bill continues to spoil his 'wife' with her favorite red wine on their fourth night of dinner spent together.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" Holly flirts and allows him to fill up another inch.

He chuckles. "I do enjoy seeing you relaxed, my love. Come on, that tv show you like is coming on in an hour, let's move this to the couch."

With a slight tipsy-wobble in her step, Holly agrees, joining Bill in his strong arms as they light candles in the living room and plop onto the couch.

Swirling her glass of red, she watches her newest beau flip through channels on the television to find her favorite show and how he wraps her in the couch's throw blanket... Everything he does is so very catered to her, Holly can't help herself from taking her eyes off of him tonight.

"What is it?" Bill grins. "Something on your mind?"

She watches his lips closely, becoming heated by either the wine or the way each word leaves his tongue like butter. "I just want to— I want to kiss you."

Although he's her property and an inanimate object, it's still mind boggling the way that he can make her so nervous to the point of asking for his consent. "So kiss me then, Holly."

With a gentle lean, Holly connects with Bill through a gentle kiss. She unintentionally makes it clear that she wants more, he chuckles, "come here."

The soft demand has her stirring in her seat. Holly does just that, coming closer to him she presses her body against his chest and accepts the tongue kiss that Bill pushes onto her.

As Holly places a hand to his chest, Bill's strong fingers begin to roam all over. He makes her purr under his touch as his fingertips creep down her spine and lightly grip on her ass. Their heated kiss has him drawing her nearer, fingers now lowering her bra straps on each side of her shoulders as he laces her flesh with his sweet love bruises.

Falling slave to his touch, Holly drops her glass of wine to the hardwood floors as her eyes roll back in her skull and her mind disconnects with the actions of her body. Never has she felt a touch so deeply, so breathtaking. As her delicate hand continues to roam down his sculpted abdomen, her touch ends in his lap where he clearly has a heightened reaction to their display of affection.

"How?" Their lips smack apart as Holly becomes confused by the hardening of his cock.

"Aren't you initiating sex?" He asks.

The question catches her off guard, almost too embarrassed to answer him. "Y—Yes..."

He nods, "I thought so... Holly, I'm fully equipped and I'm prepared for it. I can't wait to give you satisfaction."

The dark-cotton shirt from around his body suddenly comes from around his head. Shirtless, Bill awaits her next command.

"I want you to take full control." Watching her handsome android strip out of his clothes makes her absolutely feral with lust. "Fuck me— use me like your slut."

With a gentle caress to her cheek, Holly is sure that he can't do it. She programmed him to be gentle and kind. As she waits, Holly is sure that the dominant rough sex that she craves tonight is something he won't be able to deliver... of course until the gentle caress becomes a harsh grasp around her throat.

"Take your fucking clothes off." Holly gasps from the sudden force around her throat and the darkening of his wide green eyes.

Too shocked to follow his directions, Bill does it for her. Using his free hand to tear down her panties beneath her house gown and tearing the silk robe-tie open to reveal the flop of her breasts.

Loosening the grasp around her throat, he becomes amused by the sound of her fragile gasps of air and gentle moaning as he manhandles her. His fingers force themselves between her ungodly thick thighs, curling through the lips of her cunt as they come back wet and syrupy. "You're so fucking wet, Holly. All this for me? Huh?" He takes his digits to the bed of his tongue before kissing her again, letting her have a taste of how sweet she really is.

Goosebumps riddle her skin everywhere that he watches, his eyes glue to the large perky breasts bumping against his chest and the way that she writhes her hips against him, yearning for anything on his body to tease and please her.

"So needy aren't you baby?" His soft tone of pure taunting creates a waterfall between her thighs, she nods with haste, begging for a merciless fuck before she implodes.

Bill lowers his slacks and briefs until each of their clothes are in a mess of a pile nearing the stain of wine on the floorboards. He shoves her into the couch, getting a good look at what she looks like eye-level with his long cock that stands towards her lips. "You like kissing so much, don't you? So kiss that."

Tears of shame and a disgusting loss of self respect flows down her cheeks, not only does she want to kiss the handsome cock but she wants to memorize the feeling of its every curve and vein against the back of her throat. She wants him to fuck her face until she's a mess of tears and slobber, however, it wouldn't do much for the tightening spring plaguing her in the midst of her core.

Holly kisses his cockhead, allowing him to ram his entire length down her throat with a grip to her coily afro. He chokes her with his thick dagger in four deep strokes, just enough to lube his erection for what they both really want— earth shattering, filthy sex.

Lifting her as if she were weightless, Bill places her in the corner of the couch cushions, angling her legs around his waist as he stretches her apart for another glance at Holly's plumped womanhood, drenched in arousal and inviting. "Please." She begs, overwhelmed with the need to be full of cock and fucked numb. "Bill, baby please fuck me."

He breaches her tight entry with cockhead as his brows furrow and jaw laxes from the snug fit. As for Holly, being split in two has never felt better, needing to know and desperate to feel him bottoming out against her hilt and the way his sack will bounce off her ass. "More!"

Tightly against her, Bill's large body splits her thighs further apart. His demolition begins with thrusts that nearly knock the framed photos from off of the walls. With a fierce grasp to each sides of her hips, Holly watches Bill hammer into her, in disbelief that her tiny frame can even take all that he's giving her. "Mmm-uhh!!" She complains over the fact that she just can't keep up. "Fuck, Bill!!! I'm gonna— ah!" His lips are tight and teeth are gritted as he gives it his all, wrecking her canal and molding her to his exact shape... Making sure that with him around, there won't ever be another cock that she could ever prefer.

With indecent gropes to her tits, Bill amuses himself with the soft puffiness of her tawny areolas. Programmed to be infatuated with the buxom minx, his hardware must be working on overdrive from the way she has him beyond enamored. He feels his peak approaching as his sack draws up beneath him, working tirelessly he needs to make sure that his sweet Holly gets hers before he gets his. From the touch of her breasts, Bill finds his way across her plush belly to the mound between her thighs that he continues to pound cock into. His thumb presses at her clit where his strumming begins, Holly's back arches from off the couch cushions and her pleads become inaudible moans.

The lewdness of his wet sloshing through her cunt comes to a slow place as Holly's walls begin to flutter and clench around him. She becomes impossibly tight and soaks his pubic hair as her climax rains upon him. "Fuckkkk." He complains as the grip on her greedy pussy causes him to fall over the edge. "So good for me baby, my god. Keep going, keep fucking squeezing me slut."

With eyes half-lidded and fucked to a pulp, Holly awakens when a familiar eruption occurs... Bill's final plow is a criminal plunge against her cervix where ropes of cum are shot into her womb. Holly gasps, soon cut off by a moan and a second cum when the hot seed fills her to the brim and lays claim over her cunt. "Wait!! No way. Did you just— you just—"

"Ejaculated." Bill pants and becomes weak against her body.

Confused about the extreme realism, Holly begins to freak. "Yeah no shit! What is it?"

Bill rolls off of her, lips parted as he heaves overly-pleasured and exerted breaths. "Non-toxic synthetic solution to mimic male ejaculation, should I turn this setting off, Holly?"

"No. I just—" Her worry leaves her with a small chuckle. "Sorry, it just felt so real. I'm ovulating right now... nearly freaked out thinking that you got me pregnant or something. You see, morning-after pills don't work for women who are ovulating, I'm just glad I don't have to worry about things like that anymore."

Bill grins, slowly beginning to kiss at her sore belly that just recently had been bulging with the shape of his cock. His kiss reaches further to the fat warm cunt full of his synthetic cum, he swipes a stripe of tongue through her sensitive folds and Holly breathes out gently. "Holly my love, with me, you don't have to worry about anything ever again. Now tell me, where do you want me this time?"

———

As day five approaches, Bill and Holly become even more inseparable. The night after their first fuck was spent with more of the very same events. Busy with steamy pastime to the point of Bill's exhaustion, Holly's shaken legs, and thighs covered in loads of pearly pleasure.

"Baby, please! I have to go!" Holly giggles into his lips this morning as Bill continues to pull her by the waist into his addictive kiss. "And you need to get dressed too! My sister Melissa is going to watch you until my interview is over, so I need you to behave!"

"I just wish we could crawl back in bed, watch you lose yourself on the bed of my tongue for a little bit..." His dirty talk has Holly biting her lip and wondering if getting a job is really that important after all. But she knows that she has to make this interview... After spending thousands of dollars on her android, she needs a better job to keep up with all the bills.

She hates to decline his offer, but regardless of her lovely new husband, life must still go on. "Although I'd love to take you up on that, it'll just have to wait honey."

"And babysitting me?" Bill continues to try and coerce her into staying home with him. His mouth finds the crook of her neck, bringing her to explicit moans and failing knees. The only way he keeps her propped up in his strength is the vulgar grip on her ass against her interview's pencil-skirt, a grip so deep that his digits seep through the lips of her clothed cunt. "Haven't I proven to you how much of a man I truly am?"

"Yes, more than you realize." She becomes weak in his embrace.

"Good girl." He coos, causing her to lose herself even more. "And, I'm programmed to be a thirty-five year old man. So I think I can handle staying home by myself."

"And I'm sure you can!" Holly exclaims, realizing on her wristwatch that they are becoming far too late for the interview. "But I just worry that you'll get stuck somewhere or something. Listen we have to leave! Bill, honey, I just want to be sure you're always safe. Just comply for me— please!"

The android sighs and follows the commands of his user. "Fine baby, I'll go and get dressed if that's what you want."

Holly chuckles with a heart warming smile that could even win over the heart of a machine-man. "You're the best sweetie, thank you!"

———

Hand in hand as they enter Holly's sister's job, Melissa's eyes widen at the sight of Holly's new man. "Wait, he's the Nanimo android?!"

Holly chuckles, "I know right!!!"

"I heard about these robots... Super lifelike and at first were being used for Space exploration to send back data about how humans would react on different planets. I just didn't know they'd be so hot!" Melissa continues to circle the couple and soon stops at the sight of her sister. "Holy shit, a damn android has you glowing like this? Holly, you look so happy."

She blushes. "I am happy— well, we are happy." The comment makes Bill smirk, full of pride to be Holly's companion.

Melissa runs a boutique part time in Manhattan for some big time designer, luckily today the store is clear and Melissa can keep an eye on Bill as she tends to the register. "Melissa, I really appreciate you looking after Bill for me. I have this interview down the block for desk services at this swanky hotel and I'm running late. Just text me if you need anything! Oh, and if the whole android thing begins to freak you out, just tell him to 'power down' and he'll sleep until I come back and wake him up. Okay?"

Melissa shrugs, already scanning through a magazine as she rests behind the register. "Sounds good to me Sis, good luck!"

Unfamiliar of his surroundings and being away from his user, Bill takes a seat nearby and has light conversation with Holly's sister to use up some of their time.

"Hey, who's this?" After a half hour of talking, Melissa and Bill are interrupted by the owner of the boutique.

"Who?" Melissa chuckles. "Don't you mean what?"She continues. "This is a robot worth eighty-Gs, a Nanimo android, AKA my sister's new fuck-bot."

"Holly?" The boss frowns. "She's such a cute girl, what in the hell does she need with a sex-bot?"

"It's more to it than that..." Melissa sighs. "My sister has always had to make things difficult in life, even when it comes to dating. Now she's at an interview hoping for a new job since she spent all of her money on— him."

"Well speaking of a sex-bot..." Melissa's seventy-year old shop owner begins to prod her with his erection from behind. "I've taken a few Viagra and wanted to see how much you really wanted that ten-dollar raise."

The man flips the opened sign on the door to closed. "Tell me Melissa, can I be your sex-bot?"

Melissa grinds herself further against her sugar daddy's lap. "You want this pussy? Well I want the hourly raise and my allowance boosted to three-thousand a month."

He lifts Melissa's skirt and lowers her panties. "Mmm, would you look at that ass. How about we add a Rolex to that too?"

She bites her lip with a nod bending over the register to be pounded by a man who could be her grandfather. "Bill..." She gulps. "Power down."

As directed, Bill powers down and drops his head as his system goes on rest.

The backshots begin as Melissa lets the old man fuck her for money, having to give the sugar part of the deal to her sugar daddy if she wants her allowance to continue to grow.

The old man smiles deviously as he uses the young woman like a whore. He takes pride in knowing that she'll do whatever he asks of her, and always will have the upper hand in the say adds to his kink. Fuck-bots can come in many different ways, for some in the form of a silicone dummy, and for others in the form of a twenty-eight year old girl thirsty for status and cash.

Melissa's hair becomes a wild mess as she continues to grow even more disgusted with herself about what she is willing to do to keep up this Upper Eastside lifestyle she's determined to live, but she also knows that Red Bottoms and Prada don't come cheap. As her boss continues to drill into her, Melissa gasps at the sudden eye contact with Holly's bot... Not only did Bill ignore Melissa's command to power down, but he watches with what seems to be a sinister smirk at his lips. "Bill!" She shouts through exasperated breaths. "I said power down!"

...

She again goes ignored.

"Wait, we have to stop!" Melissa's skin crawls with the embarrassment of the entire act and Bill's way of staring without even a blink! "The android! He's watching— I need you to stop."

"So let it watch!" The old man's arthritic fingers dig deeper into Melissa's bare hips. "If you want everything that I promised you, you'll shut your goddamned mouth and quit stopping me, understand?"

Melissa's face becomes smashed against the register's keys as her sugar daddy arches her in an even further stance, smacking her ass like a prized pony. Tears flood her cheeks as she watches Bill for the remainder of the time and he watches back just as attentively. "Yes..." Her soul breaks. "I understand."

As an hour or more passes, Holly is back from her interview with excellent news. She can't wait to share the fact that she was hired for the job, but being that ever since Melissa's quickie ended, she's been trembling like a leaf on a tree and Holly has to make sure that she's alright. "I got the job— Melissa? Are you okay?"

Standing from his chair, Bill meets Holly at the door with congratulatory kisses. He tilts her chin to meet his kiss. "I'm so proud of you baby, I just knew you would impress them."

Her cheeks redden from his kiss, she watches up at her tall husband as his eyes darken with arousal and his grip becomes tighter on her waist. "Thank you, honey." She giggles slightly from the known fact of once they are finally home, they'll be all over each other once again.

"Can I have a word?" Melissa trembles with a second glance at Bill. "In private, please?"

Holly frowns in curiosity. "Yeah sure... Bill, power down." As his head drops and his body becomes motionless, Holly continues carefully. "Melissa? Is everything alri—"

"Take him back." Holly is quickly cut off by her sister's irrational fear. "Something's wrong with him! I had a— a male friend of mine come over, and well— we decided to have a quick fuck. I asked Bill to power down, and it was like he faked it!!! Right in the middle of the act, I turn to him and notice him watching the whole time. I tried the command twice after that, and he still never stopped watching."

"That's ridiculous Melissa." Holly scoffs. "Look at him! I just used the command on him and he's out like a light! Are you sure you used it correctly?"

"Yes I'm sure!" The sister becomes enraged. "Do you think that I'm some liar?!? Holly, I'm telling you exactly what happened! Look— I'm afraid his system is hacked or something! Maybe even a glitch, but he's not safe. You need to send him back to be rebooted and fixed!"

"Send him back?!" There isn't any getting through to Holly. "Reboot him and erase everything that him and I have shared?!? You're insane!"

"HOLLY—"

"I LOVE HIM." Her sudden outburst has her sister muted, feeling that this relationship with a robot has seriously gone too far.

"Love?" Although Melissa's whisper is soft and understanding, Holly reads it as her being belittled. "Sweetheart you don't know what love is. He's a robot, Holly. He isn't real. I thought you were using him for the same reason a woman buys a vibrator, but love? This isn't healthy Holly, take him back."

Her words sting, and Holly's wonderful day has quickly turned for the worst. "Bye, Melissa. I'm not doing this with you today. Bill wake up, let's go."

———

Their dinner is extremely quiet tonight. With Holly in her feelings and held up in the deepest and darkest corner of her mind, not even Bill's brilliant cooking and doing chores can make her smile.

As she comes from her bath wrapped in her warm bathrobe, Bill kisses gently at her forehead right below her hairline, inhaling her scent of hair conditioner and fresh soap. "I hate that your day got ruined."

"It's fine—"

"It's not." He interrupts. "It seems like every time Melissa calls or texts your phone, your mood completely changes! And now that we went and seen her today, she's made you even worse. Melissa isn't good for your happiness, baby."

Holly becomes almost convinced as she begins to feel whole again wrapped in Bill's arms. "She's my sister, Bill. What can I do?"

"Focus on yourself." He caresses her face as she lays sweetly in the palms of his hands. "Do whatever makes you happy, stop letting her steal your light. Don't worry my love, I know just what will make you feel better. Clean hot sheets for a good night of rest."

With a basket of fresh laundry, Bill makes the bed in warm clean sheets. His attempt to make Holly feel better makes her laugh. Although he's only an android, at least he cares for her happiness, and for that, she shouldn't be shamed the way Melissa treated her today.

As they dim the lights to sleep, Holly rids her robe wanting to feel the clean sheets against her bare skin tonight. Bill cuddles up closely to her and his hands begin to roam over her addictive physique. "So beautiful doll." He compliments gently as his lips meet the skin of her delicate flesh. His long fingers move slowly between her legs as his fingertips swipe gently through the lips of her pussy. He tries to tease her at her pearl to initiate the rainfall of her nectar, but being so depressed tonight, her body just won't react to it. "Mmm please? That pussy feels like magic baby." He tries to woo her with his explicit charm...

But not even his deep baritone full of lust can sway her. Holly's mind replays a hundred and one questions about the experience her sister had with Bill today... What if she wasn't lying? What if something is actually wrong with him? "Bill? Why did you ignore Melissa's command today?"

"Her command?" He questions. "I'm not sure what you mean... A man came into the shop, and after that all I can remember is you coming back from your interview. What command did I ignore?"

Holly sighs. "I don't know— she said that she powered you down and that you didn't listen, but I used that very same command right after and you listened to me immediately! I hope she's not just fucking with me... I'd hate to think my own sister would be out to destroy my happiness."

"If anyone knows how to push your buttons, it would be your sister." He grins. "I'm telling you baby, it's just something about her energy."

Holly begins to think out loud. "You're probably right, but—maybe I need to order another instruction manual for you, there could be something that I'm missing."

His eyes darken, he feels the distrust radiating off of her and it's all Melissa's fault.

"Like at night, some times you get up! Where do you even go?" Holly frowns, making small room between them and removing his touch as she questions her robot. "And—And in the bathroom... I hear the shower and the toilet flushing. What the hell are you doing in there?"

"It is my job to mimic reality. With your request I am to make your experience with me extremely real. I am to do what any other human husband would, even if it means that I have a self timer to flush the toilet every once in a while to mimic the sounds of restroom use." Bill chuckles and holds his wife's hand to calm her as he explains. "And as for showering, although it isn't necessary, I am waterproof. Can I interest you in a relaxing dip in a romantic bath?"

His slight joke makes Holly giggle. "A romantic bath?"

"With rose pedals, and candles?" He persuades.

She chuckles. "It is tempting... But what about when you leave the bed as I sleep at night? Where do you go?"

"Even androids get curious and wander around a bit, especially if I'm charged enough." Bill shrugs. "All these questions, Holly.... What? Do I look like some kind of monster?"

"No baby..." She smiles. "I just gotta stop letting people put bugs in my head is all. I trust you Bill."

"And you love me." His fingers trace the curve of her jaw. "I heard you. Holly, I love you so much more. I'll take care of you forever, I'll never hurt you." The sweet admission and the heavy slumber attacking her tired eyes has Holly relaxed and falling asleep in Bill's arms, too distracted by his love to realize exactly what he has just said...

He heard her? He heard her in the store when he was supposed to be powered down...

As Holly continues to fall asleep, Bill slides out of his hold around her and presses his lips to hers as he kisses her goodnight. Now that she is fast asleep and forgot the command to make him sleep beside her, Bill is free to roam the house. And in the midst of his roaming, a late night knock on the door has him curious.

He gets to the door before the knock can wake Holly up and notices that it is her sister Melissa making an unexpected appearance late tonight. "Melissa? Can I help you?"

She scoffs. "No, actually you can't. I'm here for my sister, I don't like how things ended today. I need to speak with her."

"Well that's too bad isn't it?" Bill steps his large body between Melissa and the door, refusing her entrance. Her eyes open widely in disbelief of his ability of the sudden cruel sass. "You've done enough, Melissa. Holly is already asleep, and I'm sure she doesn't want to hear from you."

"I fucking hate AI." She rolls her eyes, "move out the way and let me see my sister!"

"Do you know what Holly said about you?" A psychotic dazed look in his wide green eyes has Melissa afraid and taken a step back. "Holly says that you're nothing but a nasty whore. You mock her about having an android husband yet to afford your way of living, you bend it over for geriatric patients. You aren't better than her Melissa, better yet, you're jealous of everything she has. You're sick. You're disgusting. Get a life, and get a man."

Tears swell in her eyes, unsure of what he's saying that Holly said about her is true, she knows that it doesn't sound like something her sweet baby sister would say... But regardless, the words are painful and makes her hate herself even more.

The tears hurt her throat as she swallows the pain back down. "She isn't safe around you."

Bill chuckles with a threat that shakes Melissa to her core. "No Melissa, it's you that isn't safe around me."

———

With their one-week anniversary approaching, Bill assures the next few days are spent in unforgettable romantic ways. Although their time together has been short, the way that Bill caters to Holly's every need, it feels like they've known each other for years and were meant to be.

He spoils her with romance that has her mindless to all of her life's issues and worries. Fucking her to a pulp of cock-drunk mush and steadily expelling gallons of his synthetic spend into her cunt. The mind blowing sex and princess treatment in a way is to celebrate their anniversary and the rest of their long lives together, but it is also to distract Holly from having conversation with her sister...

As Bill's love for Holly continues to grow and consume him, so does his hatred for Melissa.

She's been trying to reach her sister for days now. Multiple calls and texts gone ignored being that while Holly is bent over and spewed across Bill's cock, he takes the time as a distraction to delete all evidence of Melissa's texts and calls from her phone.

But today is the day it all will end... Either Bill blocks Melissa's number, or he sends her a text pretending to be Holly wanting to meet up where he will kill her and end her pestilent presence in their lives... How far he's willing to go is completely up to his unstable mood and wiring today.

As Holly confidently applies her lipgloss this evening, she continues to glow from the benefits of being in a happy relationship.

He kisses her cheek, adding a gentle love-pat to her ass as she continues to bend over the sink towards her bathroom mirror. "My baby." He hisses sweetly, "so fucking perfect."

Pure usually, his compliments heats Holly's cheeks into a delicious blush as she continues with her soft-glam makeup today. He takes advantage of her being distracted again by lifting her phone and typing the password he memorized after a few times of watching her put it in. He heads straight for Melissa's number and as soon as he goes to press block, a text message pops up from an unsaved number.

As curiosity kills him, Bill begins to rummage through the messages of this unsaved number, finding that it's one of Holly's exes easing back into her life and worst of all... Holly is entertaining him.

Bill's system begins to boil as he lays eyes on flirty texts from Holly, dates planned, and even nude photos of her body... a body that Bill is convinced should only belong to him.

"Who the fuck is this?" Not being able to hold his tongue any longer, Holly needs to explain what she's been up to.

Her eyes meet the texts being shown to her and she snaps. "What the hell are you doing going through my phone Bill? Seriously, not cool."

"You're fucking this guy? An ex?" He questions with an unfamiliar ferocity in his tone. "HOLLY, ANSWER ME."

"Bill!" She snatches her phone back. "Stay in an android's place! Whatever I do with real people isn't any of your business. Honey, you're perfect. But what we have at home is what we have at home, don't tell me you expected me not to see other humans, come on now."

"Have friends, Holly. I don't want you to be alone...See anyone else other than him." He pleads, "but not him. Not a man that wants what is mine."

"What is, yours?" She scoffs at his sudden display of possessiveness, with an android she had hoped that she would be able to skip this part of having a man. "You know what? I damn sure didn't turn on any jealousy traits, so I tell ya what, Bill power down."

...

He takes a step forward instead, instigating whether he wants to put hands on her or not.

His defiance frightens her. Holly steps back as the large man hovers over her and she drops her phone, shattering the glass screen and breaking it into pieces. "Bill you're scaring me!" She blurts words of her fear unsure of this change in him.

Her sister was right. He does ignore his power down command and he's been hiding it all along. "Don't push me, Holly. Maybe I should take my role of a husband up a notch and discipline my dishonorable wife. Huh? Is that what I need to do?"

She trembles. "Please, Bill just power down."

He looks down upon round brown doe eyes that absolutely fear him. Guilt fills him and he immediately softens. "I'm sorry, Holly... baby I'm— I'm sorry." He takes a seat in the nearby recliner, dropping his head as he powers down and Holly is able to breathe again.

She dramatically exhales the shaky breath she had been holding and begins to cry, scared and confused however all she can think about is calling her sister to tell her that she was right.

As she presses on the shattered screen of her phone, it's clear that the device is too far broken to be able to call anyone. She watches Bill with one hundred percent distrust. Just because his head is down, she doesn't trust that he's actually asleep. Needing air and space from him, Holly finds herself running to her porch. Outside, she takes gigantic breaths in, glad to be able to take in its fresh air. As she glances down the street, she notices the garbage truck about a block away. "Just great." She scoffs, wiping her tears as she walks back in the kitchen to grab her trash. "So busy worried about who I'm fucking and being jealous, he didn't even take the trash out today!"

Holly knots her kitchen trash and takes it behind her house to her bins. She already knows how full they'll be being that the street's garbage truck picks up once a week. She could use Bill's brawn to pull the week's worth of trash up to the curb, but if that means waking him up, then she rather not.

She sighs in aggravation as she notices her bins full of not only her mounds of trash, but at least ten pizza boxes. With NYU just around the corner, her neighbors are teenage boys that live in a frat house together, too damn cheap to buy into the weekly garbage service, they always dump their trash in hers. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me." Holly groans, annoyed with the extra work when the garbage truck is now only a few houses away.

With her anger at an all time high, she begins to think of ways to get the young college boys in trouble, like maybe snitching to their landlord or better yet their dean! But her ruthless thoughts come to a quick halt as a young pair of dirty tan legs and bare feet poke out from behind her bins underneath a tattered tarp. She gasps. Her young neighbors are always drinking themselves stupid but to end up behind her house passed out is a new one. Worrying for the handsome young man's safety Holly shakes his shoulders to try and wake him... He hasn't a heartbeat and he's not breathing. "Oh shit! Fuck! Fuck!" She puckers his lips and blows air into his lungs, pleading with the young man to be alright and not dead in her backyard. Holly begins to pump his chest as she performs CPR and is immediately taken aback by the first words he chooses as he regains consciousness. "Hi, welcome to the programming of your personal Nanimo android, shall we begin?"

...

Her legs give out as her world starts to spin. She falls backwards in the mucky water of garbage puddles and the garbage truck passes her house by.

It can't be... It just can't.

She nears cardiac arrest as her heart continues to beat like a drum out of her chest. If this is her actual Nanimo bot? Then who the hell is in her house?

Puzzled and hyperventilating on the cold dirty ground, all of the small things that have happened this week begins to make sense. The broken in box, the missing instructions, Bill's bathroom breaks, showering, realistic climaxes, and the refusal to power off. No, Bill isn't an android at all.

The multiple pizza boxes are his, not the frat neighbors, and they are the food that has been fueling him. Food that he orders when he leaves the bed at night with no excuse... And God, his sex... He's been filling Holly's fertile womb with his seed multiple times a day for a week. Pumped with a strange man's cum and probably in the early days of pregnancy by now.

Holly pukes, the sicko in her house has been pursuing his sick fetish and using her loneliness as a way of getting exactly what he wants. She peels the rest of the tarp over the real android's body and she finds clothes that Bill must've tossed when he decided to swap his body with the bot and pretend to be artificial. With his clothes is his wallet— empty with only his true identity, and of course... the rest of the android's instructions that Holly had been looking for.

New York's very own Keith Toshko, a criminal who has preyed on a Holly's loneliness for his own pleasure.

"Sweet Holly, now you know as your husband it's my duty to take care of the garbage, why are you out here?" From behind, Holly is immediately caught by surprise as Keith sneaks up behind her. "Today is trash day isn't it? Fuck, I only had one more day and all evidence would've been gone. You should've let me handle it baby... then you wouldn't be so hurt right now."

"Stay back from me!" She points with his ID and nearly trips backwards over the body of her android. "You sick bastard, I know who you are! KEITH! I swear to God don't come near me!"

"It's Bill, remember my love? And come on, does it really change anything?" The psychopath even begins to laugh. "Or are we in far too deep? May as well continue with what we have being that you'll be having my baby by the end of the year."

She gags. Violated in the worst ways possible, her body doesn't even feel of her own now that she realizes she's been gladly taking his seed as he had fed her lies, and now she's currently growing it. "You're sick."

"Maybe I'm not an android. Maybe I saw an undeniably perfect opportunity when this bot was delivered to your doorstep while you were out grocery shopping. But every word that I ever said was true. I'm here to serve you, Holly. To be yours."He darkens into the monster that he truly is, Holly can't even recognize who she fell in love with during the coarse of this one week. Bill flashes a knife from behind his back with the utmost terrifyingly sinister smile. "Now, are we going back inside? Or will I have to lay your lifeless body under this tarp too?"

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