My first taste of something sticky
My horoscope today said:
Give in to introversion. Your time is best spent up in your head right now.
Hmmm. Well in that spirit. May I present my first ever Blackcest. Yep, you read that right. Bellatrix/Sirius. Takes place right summer of second year. Contains: second person pov, underage-ness, & plenty of consent issues. Strangely enough, I rather like Bella now. Go figure. Lyrics from Tom Petty’s ‘Honey Bee.’
Sugarcoated
- acidquill
Sirius/Bella. Non/dub-con. Hard R.
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Come on now, give me some sugar
Give me some sugar, little honey bee
Don't be afraid, not gonna hurt you
I wouldn't hurt my little honey bee
You remember the way she’d slip into your room that summer. It was sticky hot. The door creaked and the sheets stuck to your legs.
“You want to play a game Sirius?”
She said your name like it was ‘Seery-us’; you hated the way it sounded.
You didn’t know if she should be climbing into bed with you, probably not. Bella was always…peculiar. And slightly scary. Her eyes were black and when she smiled it made you feel shivery and strange.
She pulls the sheets up, making you sweat even more. It feels like she’s trying to smother you. You wish you could’ve stayed with James. Bella wouldn’t be at his house.
She slips her hand inside your pajamas, grabs you there, where you’d only begun to explore yourself, and squeezes. Her other hand closes over your mouth. She laughs in your ear. (Ssshhh, ssshh little cousin. Quiet or I’ll…) and she bites your ear so hard you cry. She strokes and pulls and then there’s this funny feeling. The front of your pajamas sticks out and, oh. Nothing like this has happened yet. You didn’t…she’s…she’s smiling, that sharp toothed hungry smile. You wish she’d just go away. This is embarrassing. Why’s she doing this anyway? Why are you letting her?
She finally takes her hand off your mouth, but then she sits up, pulls off her night gown (slick satin black black black as her eyes) and shoves it in your mouth. It feels like your really choking now. She keeps touching you, fingers feather-light. You can see all of her now; her skin glows. She reminds you of a ghost. You close your eyes.
Doesn’t do any good. The minute you feel her pulling off your pajamas your eyes fly back open. Her hand is surprisingly strong, nails digging in to the inner part of your thigh. The pants come off your hips and you whimper, though no one can hear you but her. She moves until she’s lying on top of you then she’s shoved herself over your (Cock, she called it, cock. Sounded dirty even in her mouth).
Then she’s moving and it feels good, but bad at the same time. You’re scared that your mother will walk in and then you know you’ll be in trouble. But Bella doesn’t seem to care. She’s got this look on her face; for once she’s happy. It makes you feel nauseous.
It feels like forever and maybe it is. But she finally takes her nightgown out of your mouth. She licks the tears off your face and kisses you.
In the morning you hope you’ll think it’s all been a nightmare.
Don't say a word, 'bout what we're doin'
Don't say nothin' little honey bee
Give in to introversion. Your time is best spent up in your head right now.
Hmmm. Well in that spirit. May I present my first ever Blackcest. Yep, you read that right. Bellatrix/Sirius. Takes place right summer of second year. Contains: second person pov, underage-ness, & plenty of consent issues. Strangely enough, I rather like Bella now. Go figure. Lyrics from Tom Petty’s ‘Honey Bee.’
Sugarcoated
- acidquill
Sirius/Bella. Non/dub-con. Hard R.
*
Come on now, give me some sugar
Give me some sugar, little honey bee
Don't be afraid, not gonna hurt you
I wouldn't hurt my little honey bee
You remember the way she’d slip into your room that summer. It was sticky hot. The door creaked and the sheets stuck to your legs.
“You want to play a game Sirius?”
She said your name like it was ‘Seery-us’; you hated the way it sounded.
You didn’t know if she should be climbing into bed with you, probably not. Bella was always…peculiar. And slightly scary. Her eyes were black and when she smiled it made you feel shivery and strange.
She pulls the sheets up, making you sweat even more. It feels like she’s trying to smother you. You wish you could’ve stayed with James. Bella wouldn’t be at his house.
She slips her hand inside your pajamas, grabs you there, where you’d only begun to explore yourself, and squeezes. Her other hand closes over your mouth. She laughs in your ear. (Ssshhh, ssshh little cousin. Quiet or I’ll…) and she bites your ear so hard you cry. She strokes and pulls and then there’s this funny feeling. The front of your pajamas sticks out and, oh. Nothing like this has happened yet. You didn’t…she’s…she’s smiling, that sharp toothed hungry smile. You wish she’d just go away. This is embarrassing. Why’s she doing this anyway? Why are you letting her?
She finally takes her hand off your mouth, but then she sits up, pulls off her night gown (slick satin black black black as her eyes) and shoves it in your mouth. It feels like your really choking now. She keeps touching you, fingers feather-light. You can see all of her now; her skin glows. She reminds you of a ghost. You close your eyes.
Doesn’t do any good. The minute you feel her pulling off your pajamas your eyes fly back open. Her hand is surprisingly strong, nails digging in to the inner part of your thigh. The pants come off your hips and you whimper, though no one can hear you but her. She moves until she’s lying on top of you then she’s shoved herself over your (Cock, she called it, cock. Sounded dirty even in her mouth).
Then she’s moving and it feels good, but bad at the same time. You’re scared that your mother will walk in and then you know you’ll be in trouble. But Bella doesn’t seem to care. She’s got this look on her face; for once she’s happy. It makes you feel nauseous.
It feels like forever and maybe it is. But she finally takes her nightgown out of your mouth. She licks the tears off your face and kisses you.
In the morning you hope you’ll think it’s all been a nightmare.
Don't say a word, 'bout what we're doin'
Don't say nothin' little honey bee