Sweeney/Mrs. Lovett smut
As promised, more Sweeney/Lovett smut. It's strangely very therapeutic... It's a little sparratic, but I hope it turned out alright. This one is inspired by rose_cain's last one and it is dedicated to her as well.
Title: Blood & Firelight
Pairing: Sweeney Todd/Mrs. Lovett
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 1,369
Disclaimer: Blood and sex...you know the drill. Also, the characters etc..are not mine, I just wish they were..
It was late in the evening on Fleet Street. Mrs. Lovett was exhausted from the dinner time rush and decided to turn in for the night. She slowly dragged her feet into her quaint little parlor behind the pie shop. Finally standing still proved the air to be much colder than she had earlier thought and decided to start a fire. Once the fire was roaring, she wiped her brow and began to undress. The glow from the fireplace danced on her pale skin as she slipped into her light nightgown. She noticed that there were blood stains covering her arms and hands from her grueling day making meat pies. She sighed to herself but thought it was best dealt with in the morning. As she walked over to her small cot, she heard footsteps coming up behind her. She slowly turned and noticed Sweeney Todd standing a few feet away. She jumped at the sight of him; she didn’t expect him at this late hour.
“Oh, Mr. T. you gave me a fright. What are you doing down here at this late hour?” Mrs. Lovett inquired of him.
He just stared blankly at her. He knew why he was there; he just didn’t want to give her the gratification of telling her that he needed her. He wanted her, now more than ever, seeing her in nothing but her white, silk nightgown and her milky skin stained so poetically with blood.
Sweeney walked with his purpose in mind, lustfully towards her. She looked both frightened and confused and took a few steps back as he approached her. He had his razor in his hand, as he always did and gripped it tightly right before he spoke.
“Kneel” he growled his command inches away from her face.
Mrs. Lovett kept her look of scared bewilderment and didn’t move.
“Kneel, I said…” he said a little more angrily now as he gripped the back of her head and tossed her to the floor.
He stood over her and started to remove his trousers. As he did so Mrs. Lovett became aware of what he wanted. She didn’t protest; she just looked up at him with her big, beautiful, sad eyes. Once his trousers were completely removed, he pushed her face into his growing erection. She immediately did as coerced. Her luscious lips pursed around the tip of his prick and she slid her tongue over his shaft. He gripped the back of her head tighter and pushed her down further, forcing her to take more of him in her mouth. He let out deep moans as he began to come. He held her head in place, all of him shoved inside of her mouth so much that she could scarcely breathe. His head tossed back and he let out soft roars of satisfaction as he erupted inside of her mouth.
He finally released her and ordered her to her feet. She did as told and stood before him. She reached out and lightly caressed his arm, hoping to get some form of his affection in return. He smirked slightly at the thought of the game he was about to play with her. He lifted the hand that held his razor and placed it unusually gently on her hip. His long fingers lightly caressed her sides as he looked into her eyes. She smiled so widely, her heart was pounding. That small gentle movement gave her so much hope that he loved her, maybe even just a little. As soon as the thought came into her mind, she felt the razor pressed to her back. It swiftly cut downward and slit her nightgown and her skin. Her clothing fell straight to the floor and her wound started gradually dripping blood. Sweeney tossed her onto the bed and Mrs. Lovett gasped slightly at the stinging pain her new wound brought to her. He kneeled over her and violently spread her legs apart. Without warning, she felt his fingers roughly push inside of her. She cried out in shock, pleasure and slight pain as he brutally massaged inside of her. He loved the sight of her writhing beneath him; hoping that he was causing her more pain then pleasure. She started getting warm and wet, each thrust of his fingers producing more moist result of her lust. She was aching now, her cunt throbbing so badly for him. How he loved seeing her sexual frustration, he wanted to make her beg for him to fuck her.
“You need me, don’t you?” His gravely voice sent a chill up her body, making her hips thrust upward.
She whispered yes, as her eyes closed and she licked her lips.
“Beg. Beg for it.” He snarled in her ear.
Mrs. Lovett barely managed to gasp out a “Please,” as her hips continued to press against him in need.
“I can’t hear you pet… “He thrust his fingers inside of her again and heard her whimper.
“Please, Mr. Todd…” she pleaded with him, feeling herself get hotter and wetter.
“Please what…” He mockingly asked her; wanting to torment her even more.
“Take me. Please Mr. Todd. Fuck me.” She bit her lower lip in anticipation and tried to steady her hips.
He smirked wickedly at the torture he was inflicting on her, which aroused him immensely.
He held his razor to her throat and said in his usual growl,
“Turn around.”
She instantly obeyed and lay on her stomach.
“Good. I don’t want to look at you while I fuck you. Filthy whore.” Sweeney told her brutally.
She held back her sadness at his insult as she kept still, waiting for him. She needed him so badly it almost didn’t matter what he said. She felt his calloused hands on her hips and then felt him caressing her back. His fingers trailing the fresh wound he made. He leaned down and licked her wound clean. Tasting her tangy blood and smiling devilishly to himself. She moaned loudly from the feeling of his tongue on her body. Even if it hurt, the pleasure of knowing he was licking her overpowered any discomfort from the incision. Finally, he gripped her sides tightly, his fingernails digging into her soft flesh. Sweeney thrust aggressively into her, causing both of them to yell out. He kept thrusting, harder and harder and his fingernails going deeper into her skin, causing her to bleed from her sides as well. It didn’t matter, he was touching her and he was fucking her. She was in such dizzy bliss that no pain was getting to her. He started a violent rhythm, thrusting deep inside of her and her back arching to meet him. His prick so hard and solid inside of her warm tight body, it gave him more pleasure than he wanted to admit. He moaned loudly and it matched her cries.
Eventually, he came inside of her, causing her orgasm to advance even more. He roared out in rapture and pulled out of her as she gave one last cry of ecstasy and came again. She turned around underneath him; Sweeney still kneeling over her, catching his breath. Mrs. Lovett quickly leaned up and kissed him passionately. He at once pushed her off of him and smacked her across the face. He stood up and hastily fastened his trousers. She looked at him, with her hand on her face covering where he had hit her and tears welling in her eyes.
“You’re nothing but a whore to me, do you understand?” He sneered.
She nodded as tears streamed down her face and she watched him walk out of the room. She stared into the still blazing fire and tried to convince herself that he didn’t mean it. It was her fault, she shouldn’t have kissed him like that, she knew better. He had to love her in some way, he just had to. She lay down again and closed her eyes as she heard his footsteps upstairs.
“One day we’ll have a life, us two. He’ll love me then. “She thought to herself as she started slowly drifting off to sleep and her usual dream of their life together played out in her head.
Title: Blood & Firelight
Pairing: Sweeney Todd/Mrs. Lovett
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 1,369
Disclaimer: Blood and sex...you know the drill. Also, the characters etc..are not mine, I just wish they were..
It was late in the evening on Fleet Street. Mrs. Lovett was exhausted from the dinner time rush and decided to turn in for the night. She slowly dragged her feet into her quaint little parlor behind the pie shop. Finally standing still proved the air to be much colder than she had earlier thought and decided to start a fire. Once the fire was roaring, she wiped her brow and began to undress. The glow from the fireplace danced on her pale skin as she slipped into her light nightgown. She noticed that there were blood stains covering her arms and hands from her grueling day making meat pies. She sighed to herself but thought it was best dealt with in the morning. As she walked over to her small cot, she heard footsteps coming up behind her. She slowly turned and noticed Sweeney Todd standing a few feet away. She jumped at the sight of him; she didn’t expect him at this late hour.
“Oh, Mr. T. you gave me a fright. What are you doing down here at this late hour?” Mrs. Lovett inquired of him.
He just stared blankly at her. He knew why he was there; he just didn’t want to give her the gratification of telling her that he needed her. He wanted her, now more than ever, seeing her in nothing but her white, silk nightgown and her milky skin stained so poetically with blood.
Sweeney walked with his purpose in mind, lustfully towards her. She looked both frightened and confused and took a few steps back as he approached her. He had his razor in his hand, as he always did and gripped it tightly right before he spoke.
“Kneel” he growled his command inches away from her face.
Mrs. Lovett kept her look of scared bewilderment and didn’t move.
“Kneel, I said…” he said a little more angrily now as he gripped the back of her head and tossed her to the floor.
He stood over her and started to remove his trousers. As he did so Mrs. Lovett became aware of what he wanted. She didn’t protest; she just looked up at him with her big, beautiful, sad eyes. Once his trousers were completely removed, he pushed her face into his growing erection. She immediately did as coerced. Her luscious lips pursed around the tip of his prick and she slid her tongue over his shaft. He gripped the back of her head tighter and pushed her down further, forcing her to take more of him in her mouth. He let out deep moans as he began to come. He held her head in place, all of him shoved inside of her mouth so much that she could scarcely breathe. His head tossed back and he let out soft roars of satisfaction as he erupted inside of her mouth.
He finally released her and ordered her to her feet. She did as told and stood before him. She reached out and lightly caressed his arm, hoping to get some form of his affection in return. He smirked slightly at the thought of the game he was about to play with her. He lifted the hand that held his razor and placed it unusually gently on her hip. His long fingers lightly caressed her sides as he looked into her eyes. She smiled so widely, her heart was pounding. That small gentle movement gave her so much hope that he loved her, maybe even just a little. As soon as the thought came into her mind, she felt the razor pressed to her back. It swiftly cut downward and slit her nightgown and her skin. Her clothing fell straight to the floor and her wound started gradually dripping blood. Sweeney tossed her onto the bed and Mrs. Lovett gasped slightly at the stinging pain her new wound brought to her. He kneeled over her and violently spread her legs apart. Without warning, she felt his fingers roughly push inside of her. She cried out in shock, pleasure and slight pain as he brutally massaged inside of her. He loved the sight of her writhing beneath him; hoping that he was causing her more pain then pleasure. She started getting warm and wet, each thrust of his fingers producing more moist result of her lust. She was aching now, her cunt throbbing so badly for him. How he loved seeing her sexual frustration, he wanted to make her beg for him to fuck her.
“You need me, don’t you?” His gravely voice sent a chill up her body, making her hips thrust upward.
She whispered yes, as her eyes closed and she licked her lips.
“Beg. Beg for it.” He snarled in her ear.
Mrs. Lovett barely managed to gasp out a “Please,” as her hips continued to press against him in need.
“I can’t hear you pet… “He thrust his fingers inside of her again and heard her whimper.
“Please, Mr. Todd…” she pleaded with him, feeling herself get hotter and wetter.
“Please what…” He mockingly asked her; wanting to torment her even more.
“Take me. Please Mr. Todd. Fuck me.” She bit her lower lip in anticipation and tried to steady her hips.
He smirked wickedly at the torture he was inflicting on her, which aroused him immensely.
He held his razor to her throat and said in his usual growl,
“Turn around.”
She instantly obeyed and lay on her stomach.
“Good. I don’t want to look at you while I fuck you. Filthy whore.” Sweeney told her brutally.
She held back her sadness at his insult as she kept still, waiting for him. She needed him so badly it almost didn’t matter what he said. She felt his calloused hands on her hips and then felt him caressing her back. His fingers trailing the fresh wound he made. He leaned down and licked her wound clean. Tasting her tangy blood and smiling devilishly to himself. She moaned loudly from the feeling of his tongue on her body. Even if it hurt, the pleasure of knowing he was licking her overpowered any discomfort from the incision. Finally, he gripped her sides tightly, his fingernails digging into her soft flesh. Sweeney thrust aggressively into her, causing both of them to yell out. He kept thrusting, harder and harder and his fingernails going deeper into her skin, causing her to bleed from her sides as well. It didn’t matter, he was touching her and he was fucking her. She was in such dizzy bliss that no pain was getting to her. He started a violent rhythm, thrusting deep inside of her and her back arching to meet him. His prick so hard and solid inside of her warm tight body, it gave him more pleasure than he wanted to admit. He moaned loudly and it matched her cries.
Eventually, he came inside of her, causing her orgasm to advance even more. He roared out in rapture and pulled out of her as she gave one last cry of ecstasy and came again. She turned around underneath him; Sweeney still kneeling over her, catching his breath. Mrs. Lovett quickly leaned up and kissed him passionately. He at once pushed her off of him and smacked her across the face. He stood up and hastily fastened his trousers. She looked at him, with her hand on her face covering where he had hit her and tears welling in her eyes.
“You’re nothing but a whore to me, do you understand?” He sneered.
She nodded as tears streamed down her face and she watched him walk out of the room. She stared into the still blazing fire and tried to convince herself that he didn’t mean it. It was her fault, she shouldn’t have kissed him like that, she knew better. He had to love her in some way, he just had to. She lay down again and closed her eyes as she heard his footsteps upstairs.
“One day we’ll have a life, us two. He’ll love me then. “She thought to herself as she started slowly drifting off to sleep and her usual dream of their life together played out in her head.