fandoms 27, 28 and 29
Again, I don't make any money from this, it's just for fun, and also, I don't know Britney Spears. The first two of these are rated NC-17, the third is gen.
Britney Spears
When she’d dreamed of being an international superstar, she hadn’t dreamed it’d be so, y’know, dull. Like, obviously there were the shows and the parties and the fans and the cool stuff and whatever, but there was also hours and hours of sitting round on some bus or backstage somewhere, waiting for something to happen. And, like, the dancer were OK, but they weren’t, y’know, family or whatever. Britney was lonely.
And kinda bored. She felt like she’d seen every movie ever made a thousand times, and one set of field and houses was pretty much like the rest. There were only so many times a girl could paint her nails, especially when makeup kept redoing them anyway, turning them back to pretty coral pink. A bus to herself had seemed like a good idea at the time, but…
Britney shifted in her seat. Well, maybe being alone did have some advantages, she thought, sliding her not-too-recently manicured hand down to the front of her sweats and teasing herself through the fabric. She gazed vaguely through the darkened window at the sunny day outside, feeling the rumble of the bus underneath her, and drew her hand up to slide it under her waistband, spreading her legs as she did so.
She touched herself slowly, not thinking of anything in particular but the heat and the feeling of her finger on her clit. She moved her finger down to gather some moisture and groaned quietly as she slid it back up. Biting her lip, she began to touch a bit harder, move a bit faster, push her hips up into her hand as her other hand tweaked at her nipples.
She was breathing heavily now, gnawing on her lower lip as she worked steadily towards a spectacular climax. She felt her whole body tense up in anticipation and she gasped as she felt her release shudder through her like a wave, leaving her shaking.
Britney lay there for a bit, keeping up a gentle pressure, then slid her hand away and went to shower.
She was still bored.
The Rocky Horror Picture Show
Brad and Janet married rather quickly after they announced their engagement. Not that Janet turned out to be pregnant, but it had been a possibility after all, and better safe than sorry.
The marriage was not consummated for quite some time, however, despite Janet’s obvious impatience. Brad wasn’t quite sure what he was waiting for, but something held him back. Perhaps it was that the idea that sex now evoked was of being entered rather than one of entering, and he didn’t dare broach the subject with Janet, especially as she was clearly so very fond of being entered. Brad went to the gym, worked on his muscles and tried to avoid the issue.
“Honey, I’m home,” he shouted, as all good husbands do.
“Up here, darling!” Janet called, and Brad headed upstairs to find Janet stretched out on their bed, wearing the corset she had got from Frankenfurter. Brad was instantly as hard as a rock, even as he stammered:
“J..Janet!” ‘I didn’t even know you’d kept it,’ he wanted to say, but she already had her arms around him and her mouth on his, hips pushing against him.
“I’ve got something you’ll like for later,” she told him, pressing him onto his back on the bed and unbuttoning his shirt to trace her tongue along the newly-sculpted lines of his chest. Brad flailed a little, but eventually pressed his hands to her sides and then slid his left up to her breasts and his right down to her buttocks to slid his index finger down between her legs. She rubbed into his touch before moving away slight to start unfastening his flies.
“Oh, Janet,” he moaned as she got them undone and moved his clothing out of the way. He opened his eyes to watch her as she slipped out of the panties, leaving on the corset and stockings.
“Oh, Brad,” she gasped as she climbed onto the bed and impaled herself on him. He groaned (maybe entering wasn’t so bad after all) and thrust up, ands going to her hips as she began to move.
It was over too quickly for her and Brad fumbled his fingers down to where their bodies were still joined, intending to slip one or two inside for her, but she started grinding against the palm of his hand until she clenched and gasped. He moved her off him and wriggled the rest of the way out of his rumpled and stained clothes before lying down beside her.
She looked at him, at all of him, through half-lidded eyes. Brad flushed and moved to cover himself, but she stopped him.
“May I?” she asked, and at his jerky nod she took his sticky, flaccid cock in hand, weighing it in her palm and moving it between her fingers.
“Later, I’m going to fuck you,” she told him, and Brad stared at her in shock, even as his dick twitched and began to grow.
“I’ve bought a dildo and a harness,” she went on, “and I’m going to make you beg.”
Brad was fully hard now, and rocking slightly into her palm. Feeling brave, he slid his hand between her legs. She hissed and rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs wide.
“First, though,” she told him. “You can put that to good use,” and as he moved on top of her and buried his cock deep inside her, Brad began to think that maybe their stay at Frankenfurter’s really hadn’t been all bad.
The Lioness Quartet by Tamora Pierce
Alanna and George discussed the topic of children. They talked very seriously about if and when she should stop wearing the charm that protected her from pregnancy, Alanna noting the marked contrast between him and Jonathan, who’d flat-out told her that when (when! Not even if!) she married him, she’d be leaving it off straight away. But eventually, they took the decision that the time was right.
The reality of pregnancy took Alanna by surprise. During her days as one of the littlest pages and the smallest squire, she’d grown used to fatigue, so though the sickness took some getting used to, she was able to cope with that bit.
What took her by surprise was the speed with which her belly grew. It felt as though people started giving her belly speculative looks almost as soon as she found out that she was carrying. She was quickly less mobile too, and though she’d already given up all but the most gentle exercise she mourned the lack of her hard-won speed and agility.
As her belly expanded, Alanna grew steadily more and more miserable.
“What on earth possessed me?” she ranted to George one night. “I look like a potato and I’m about as graceful.” Her husband just laughed.
“Ah, my Lioness, it won’t be long before you’re back to your old sleek self and we’ve got a new kitten to play with.” Alanna glared at him.
“Well, it can’t come soon enough for me!” she snapped.
The birth itself was both more and less painful than she’d expected, but George was right. The baby made up for it.
Britney Spears
When she’d dreamed of being an international superstar, she hadn’t dreamed it’d be so, y’know, dull. Like, obviously there were the shows and the parties and the fans and the cool stuff and whatever, but there was also hours and hours of sitting round on some bus or backstage somewhere, waiting for something to happen. And, like, the dancer were OK, but they weren’t, y’know, family or whatever. Britney was lonely.
And kinda bored. She felt like she’d seen every movie ever made a thousand times, and one set of field and houses was pretty much like the rest. There were only so many times a girl could paint her nails, especially when makeup kept redoing them anyway, turning them back to pretty coral pink. A bus to herself had seemed like a good idea at the time, but…
Britney shifted in her seat. Well, maybe being alone did have some advantages, she thought, sliding her not-too-recently manicured hand down to the front of her sweats and teasing herself through the fabric. She gazed vaguely through the darkened window at the sunny day outside, feeling the rumble of the bus underneath her, and drew her hand up to slide it under her waistband, spreading her legs as she did so.
She touched herself slowly, not thinking of anything in particular but the heat and the feeling of her finger on her clit. She moved her finger down to gather some moisture and groaned quietly as she slid it back up. Biting her lip, she began to touch a bit harder, move a bit faster, push her hips up into her hand as her other hand tweaked at her nipples.
She was breathing heavily now, gnawing on her lower lip as she worked steadily towards a spectacular climax. She felt her whole body tense up in anticipation and she gasped as she felt her release shudder through her like a wave, leaving her shaking.
Britney lay there for a bit, keeping up a gentle pressure, then slid her hand away and went to shower.
She was still bored.
The Rocky Horror Picture Show
Brad and Janet married rather quickly after they announced their engagement. Not that Janet turned out to be pregnant, but it had been a possibility after all, and better safe than sorry.
The marriage was not consummated for quite some time, however, despite Janet’s obvious impatience. Brad wasn’t quite sure what he was waiting for, but something held him back. Perhaps it was that the idea that sex now evoked was of being entered rather than one of entering, and he didn’t dare broach the subject with Janet, especially as she was clearly so very fond of being entered. Brad went to the gym, worked on his muscles and tried to avoid the issue.
“Honey, I’m home,” he shouted, as all good husbands do.
“Up here, darling!” Janet called, and Brad headed upstairs to find Janet stretched out on their bed, wearing the corset she had got from Frankenfurter. Brad was instantly as hard as a rock, even as he stammered:
“J..Janet!” ‘I didn’t even know you’d kept it,’ he wanted to say, but she already had her arms around him and her mouth on his, hips pushing against him.
“I’ve got something you’ll like for later,” she told him, pressing him onto his back on the bed and unbuttoning his shirt to trace her tongue along the newly-sculpted lines of his chest. Brad flailed a little, but eventually pressed his hands to her sides and then slid his left up to her breasts and his right down to her buttocks to slid his index finger down between her legs. She rubbed into his touch before moving away slight to start unfastening his flies.
“Oh, Janet,” he moaned as she got them undone and moved his clothing out of the way. He opened his eyes to watch her as she slipped out of the panties, leaving on the corset and stockings.
“Oh, Brad,” she gasped as she climbed onto the bed and impaled herself on him. He groaned (maybe entering wasn’t so bad after all) and thrust up, ands going to her hips as she began to move.
It was over too quickly for her and Brad fumbled his fingers down to where their bodies were still joined, intending to slip one or two inside for her, but she started grinding against the palm of his hand until she clenched and gasped. He moved her off him and wriggled the rest of the way out of his rumpled and stained clothes before lying down beside her.
She looked at him, at all of him, through half-lidded eyes. Brad flushed and moved to cover himself, but she stopped him.
“May I?” she asked, and at his jerky nod she took his sticky, flaccid cock in hand, weighing it in her palm and moving it between her fingers.
“Later, I’m going to fuck you,” she told him, and Brad stared at her in shock, even as his dick twitched and began to grow.
“I’ve bought a dildo and a harness,” she went on, “and I’m going to make you beg.”
Brad was fully hard now, and rocking slightly into her palm. Feeling brave, he slid his hand between her legs. She hissed and rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs wide.
“First, though,” she told him. “You can put that to good use,” and as he moved on top of her and buried his cock deep inside her, Brad began to think that maybe their stay at Frankenfurter’s really hadn’t been all bad.
The Lioness Quartet by Tamora Pierce
Alanna and George discussed the topic of children. They talked very seriously about if and when she should stop wearing the charm that protected her from pregnancy, Alanna noting the marked contrast between him and Jonathan, who’d flat-out told her that when (when! Not even if!) she married him, she’d be leaving it off straight away. But eventually, they took the decision that the time was right.
The reality of pregnancy took Alanna by surprise. During her days as one of the littlest pages and the smallest squire, she’d grown used to fatigue, so though the sickness took some getting used to, she was able to cope with that bit.
What took her by surprise was the speed with which her belly grew. It felt as though people started giving her belly speculative looks almost as soon as she found out that she was carrying. She was quickly less mobile too, and though she’d already given up all but the most gentle exercise she mourned the lack of her hard-won speed and agility.
As her belly expanded, Alanna grew steadily more and more miserable.
“What on earth possessed me?” she ranted to George one night. “I look like a potato and I’m about as graceful.” Her husband just laughed.
“Ah, my Lioness, it won’t be long before you’re back to your old sleek self and we’ve got a new kitten to play with.” Alanna glared at him.
“Well, it can’t come soon enough for me!” she snapped.
The birth itself was both more and less painful than she’d expected, but George was right. The baby made up for it.