genre(s) - one-shot, lesbian erotica, game au, established relationship.
description - you love your celebrity crush so much that you placed her into the sims 4 as your girlfriend. what you didn’t expect, is to be transported into your game where your girlfriend awaits. it’s abnormal and you don’t understand the science behind it but you’re not complaining.
warning(s) - profanity, pussy eating, kissing, fluff, nipple/breast play, pet names (baby, mama, good girl), praise kink. 18+ only, minors & men dni.
word count - 3k
my letter 💌 - finally gave in and went right back to my roots of writing about my wifey, where it all started on wattpad which is so crazy….?!?
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THIS WEEK HAS BEEN a bit hectic for you, starting with your favorite lunch spot being closed for two weeks because the owner is on vacation, to your favorite jeans getting destroyed in the dryer. You weren’t sure how that even happened, considering you’ve placed them in the dryer a lot before the big fuck up.
You decided to use your Saturday to relax instead of running errands, you figured that could be taken care of tomorrow anyway.
Sitting at your white wooden desk, your computer on top with your music playing in the background and your charger close by just in case.
You had your cotton robe on, some snacks on the left side of your hand, and a water bottle on the right.
Everything was perfect, and you relaxed the tension in your shoulders before pressing on the Sims 4 app.
Pressing on the resume game, you wait as the game loads, showing your Sims on pause before you tap on the game to continue. You stare at your simself while she makes buldak ramen and waits in front of the microwave for it to be done.
Moving your fingers on your computer’s trackpad, you go over to the other room, stopping once you see Beyoncé, who’s busy painting in one of the office rooms.
You pick up your bottle of water, sipping on it as your eyes stay on Beyoncé, moving animatedly as she continues to paint and hum. Placing the bottle down on the table, hard on accident, a tingle spikes through your fingers and up to your neck as some of it runs down to your feet.
Your eyes widen at the action, and sparks appear out of your computer. Before you could do anything to stop it, your chest leans forward toward the screen, and your face does right after.
Shutting and covering your face with your arms, you try to scream.
The silence that follows is eerie; the soft melodies of your music, playing, are gone, while the scent of cooked ramen hits your nose. Your brows furrow, and as you open your eyes and lower your hands, you blink a couple of times as your heart beats fast.
Standing in the kitchen of your game, you look around your area and rub your eyes.
“What the fuck.” You whisper, then look down at your hands; still you.
Touching your face, you rub your skin again, it was still you. Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you see yourself wearing a bonnet, sweatpants, and a loose T-shirt.
Your heart was beating fast at the sight. As you looked around the kitchen again, it wasn’t yours, it was, but not actually.
A part of you was not sure if you should be creeped out or what, but you knew your body felt extremely weird. Maybe you were dreaming. Which led you to smack your left cheek hard. “Shit.” You whisper-yell as the pain is immediate.
Opening the microwave, you see your cooked ramen. Pulling it out, you place it on the counter and pick up the fork that was there.
The second you were about to put the noodles in your mouth, you stop and place them back in the plastic bowl once your ears perk up to another sound. Hearing footsteps from the left side of you, you turn your head to the area, your breath hitches at the sight.
Wearing the black zipper jacket and black sweatpants that matched yours, her eyes look up from her phone as her slides stop shuffling against the tile floor.
Your eyes still wide and lips slightly agape, Beyoncé’s brows furrow as she giggles. “You good, mama?”
Everything around you seemed as if it didn’t exist as you stared at her. She was much more beautiful in person, or in the game. You weren’t sure what this was anymore.
Choking on your spit, you nod, and Beyoncé comes up to you.
Resting her right hand on your back, she begins to rub it in circles as she smiles at you. “You sure cause you don’t sound like it?” She chuckles, and you nod, your body going hot at the feeling. Your brain felt so warped at the fact that you could feel her heat, none of this was normal, and you knew that.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m good, sorry.” You sigh and look back at the microwave as you try to steady your mind.
Beyoncé nods and leans closer, her plump lips touching your skin and giving you a warm peck on your cheek. Pulling away, her hand falls to her thigh as she goes over to the small table in the middle and drags a chair out before sitting down in front of you.
You turn around, your back pressed against the counter now as you still keep your eyes on Beyoncé.
You managed to look normal to her, but internally, you were trying to figure out how you got stuck in your game, and of course, how everything looks so realistic instead of animated.
“I’ve been trying to get this new painting down, and every time I do. I always feel stuck.” Her velvety tone pulls you out of your thoughts.
You nod and cross your arms. “Well, what are you painting? Maybe I could help.” You shrug. Beyoncé chuckles and shakes her head. “I appreciate that, but maybe not for this one.” She mumbles, her left nails tap on the table while her eyes run down your body.
You smirk and playfully roll your eyes. “You have no hope.”
Beyoncé laughs again. “Oh, come on, don’t be like that. It’s just, this one’s really intimate, and I wanna show it to you once it’s fully done.” You hum and nod. “You can explain it to me, if it’s okay.” Your voice goes soft, weakening her so quickly.
Beyoncé gulps and moves her left fingers to the temple of her forehead as she rubs it. “Okay, basically I’m painting two women making love. It’s supposed to tell their story, the hardships they’ve been through and how they got through it.” Her accent slips out more, and you can see the passion in her eyes.
Your heart flutters at the sight, and you gulp.
Images of women kissing and fingers intertwined as moans escape from both of their lips flash in your mind.
“What part of the painting is making it difficult to put it on canvas?” You mutter as you bring your thumb up to your bottom lip and rub it. Beyoncé shrugs. “I think it’s me, my head. Just so clouded with so much right now.”
“What can I do to help?” You ask, your heart aching as you can hear the defeat in her voice.
Beyoncé looks back at your face, a glint appears in her eyes, and she stands. Walking over to you, you breathe in heavily once her right hand holds yours, her thumb rubbing back and forth. Attempting to calm your mind down, Beyoncé brings your hand up to her mouth and gives it a sweet peck.
“Maybe we can recreate the painting if you’re cool with that?” She lowers her voice and pulls her jacket down a little.
You blink a couple of times and nod quickly. “Yes, yeah.” You clear your throat, and Beyoncé chuckles. “Calm down, baby. I got you taken care of.” Beyoncé tugs on your hand and walks forward out of the kitchen, you follow behind like a lost puppy.
Getting a better glimpse of everything in the mansion, it felt surreal, even after hours of decorating down to the smallest detail.
Walking up the stairs, the lighting in each area of the home looked better in person. Paintings and pictures of you and Beyoncé, as if this had been your life and not a game. The two of you make it to your shared room, Beyoncé opens the door for you, and you walk in, taking in the warm feeling you instantly have.
Beyoncé stares at you from behind, pulling the zipper down on her jacket and tossing it to the side as she shuts the door. She comes up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist as she rests her face in the inner corner of your neck.
A whimper slips out from your lips as you lean your head back on her shoulder, providing her more access to kiss your skin. “You’re so beautiful.” She murmurs, teeth grazing your neck as you whimper again.
“Yeah, you like that, pretty girl?” Beyoncé whimpers with you, and you nod. “Yeah, just like that, Bey.”
She smirks and rests her left hand flatly on your stomach, rubbing you against your shirt. “I know, baby, I got you.” Sliding her hands off your body, she steps back, and you turn around to look at her again. “Get on the bed for me.” She rasps.
You don’t think about it, listening, you get on the bed, sitting in the middle of it as you watch Beyoncé continue to take her clothes off.
Beyoncé pulls the shirt off her, the fitted black bra that accentuates her cleavage makes you lick your bottom lip at the sight. She drops the shirt on the ground and drags her sweatpants down, showing that she’s wearing white cotton paired panties underneath.
“Fuck.” You whisper under your breath, but she catches it and smiles.
Crawling over to you, Beyoncé's left hand opens your legs as she gets in between and rests her right hand on your waist.
“Haven’t done anything to you yet and you’re already a whimpering mess.” She giggles and brushes her lips over yours, making you shiver again.
You nudge your head a little, your left hand resting on her cheek before closing your eyes as Beyoncé presses her mouth on you. Her tongue tickles your bottom lip as it begs for access, and you give in, opening your mouth a little, her tongue twirls around yours as the two of you breathe each other’s scents.
Beyoncé’s hands at your waist move to your hips and tug down your sweatpants and tap on your ass.
Your hips arch up and allow her to pull the panties and pants down all the way, before dropping them to the floor and bringing her lips to your neck and collarbone.
Her kisses felt suffocating, her grip tight as she continued. You could feel the need to taste you with every kiss and a whimper that left Beyoncé’s pretty lips.
You lean your head back and lie your back on the mattress, letting her take over.
Beyoncé smirks against your stomach, feeling the shiver as she scoots down on the bed and finally gets to your hips. Pressing one more kiss on your right hip, her hands keep your legs open as her lips ghost over your clit.
You hitch your body up and sigh. “Please.” You whine out.
“Please what, baby? I can’t read your mind.” Beyoncé smirks and you groan.
“Want you to fuck me.” You beg, and Beyoncé presses pecks on your clit, her tongue sucking at the nub as she does. You squirm a little, and try to keep your legs open.
Beyoncé'sé tongue slides down your folds, lying flat on them before curving the tip of her tongue and licking back up. You whimper and move your hand over to her head, lightly gripping her hair as her hands dig into your thighs, the pain giving you sensations right to your clit.
Your gaping hole looks so gorgeous to Beyoncé as she keeps licking at it.
Her lips suck at your pussy lips, kissing it and the taste of your arousal covers her mouth. Beyoncé then coats her mouth with her own saliva before spitting it on you and watching it drool down to ass and on the bedsheets.
Your back arches as the hardness of your nipples peak through your shirt, turning her on.
“No one can please this pussy like this, right, mama?” Beyoncé moans and you nod, and whimper. “N-No one.” You plead and look down at her. Her eyes locked on your face as her lips kiss your folds, tongue moving back at your clit and letting it get swollen with each ache it feels.
You were suffering by her tongue, and she enjoyed every second of it.
Her right hand moves off your thigh and comes over to your pussy, index finger gliding up and down over your dripping pussy. Your whimper and squirm as Beyoncé quickens the pace before pulling her finger away and replacing it with her tongue.
Tongue and lips moving together as she licks stripes up your pussy. “Mmh— this pretty pussy tastes so good. Such a good girl for me, letting me use you for inspo.” She moans against your skin and rubs her mouth back and forth with a quick pace, making you shut your thighs together against her face. Beyoncé opens your thighs again, and forces them open as your muscles ache.
Beyoncé laps her tongue at your plush lips while your clit swells up. She drools over your pussy, letting the trail cover your twitching body.
“Please, I can’t- I can’t.” You cry, and she giggles between your inner thighs, her lips moving away from your lips and kissing and biting at your right inner thigh before going back.
“You got this, just be my good girl and let me take care of you.” She whines, and the two of you moan in unison.
Beyoncé’s hands move over to your ankles and pushes the back of your feet to your ass and keeps your body open for her while her tongue moves in circles around your aching cunt.
You soaked her face completely, and the bedsheets underneath you, the slickness of your arousal mixed with her saliva makes you jerk your hips up as you begin to ride her mouth a little.
“That’s it, mama, just like that.” She encourages, and you keep going, shutting your eyes as your toes curl.
Both of your index fingers go on your nipples as you rub both of them in around, the feeling running down to your gaping hole. Beyoncé then sticks her tongue in it, head bobbing back and forth while her tip stays curled. “Oh fuck- oh fuck, Bey, right there!” You cry out, your hands give up on touching yourself as you move the back to the sheets to grip it.
“Ah, mmh.” You moan out, her tongue doesn’t let up, and you don’t get a second to breathe. You keep riding her tongue as Beyoncé lets you. Your gaping hole felt so good to her.
You were close, and you both knew she could feel how tight you were and your thrusts were becoming lazy now.
Beyoncé silently took over again, feeling as your hips stutter.
“Please. please. please. Mmngh— I’m gonna cum!” You cry out and rest your legs flatly on the bed as your body jerks up and down hard.
The muscles in your stomach feel on fire now. “I know, baby, I know. You’re doing so good. I’m so proud of you.” Beyoncé moans out, and licks up your soaked swollen lips again.
Each lick went deep, each lick making you closer to the edge.
You shake your head, “I can’t, I can’t.” You cry, and Beyoncé ignores you, knowing you can. Forcing you to take her tongue still, letting go, you don’t tap on her to stop, in fact, you push her head down more to feel her better.
“Haa—Mmh! Ahh… fuck… nghhh!” You sob out and give up as your cum spills out of you, covering the bedsheets and Beyoncé’s mouth and tongue.
Cumming so hard, your thighs and legs shake just like your pussy. Your body is warm and exhausted as you cry out whimpers.
You sigh and rest your right forearm over your eyes as you try to regulate your breathing. Beyoncé licks her lips and hums at the taste, lazily smiling at the painting she made now. “You taste so good, baby.” She lets out and sits on her knees in front of you, her hands planted on her lap.
She looks at you like some kind of trophy. You open your eyes, trying your best to adjust to the lights, and then look up at her.
“Damn.” You whisper, and Beyoncé giggles, coming over to you and leaning down to kiss your neck. “Yeah.” She whispers and then lies beside you, the two of you trying to breathe. Your body is in pain, but in the best way possible.
You look over at Beyoncé and smile at her. “Thank you.” You whisper, and she smiles back at you, leaning down to kiss your lips and lying her head back on the mattress.
“I should be saying that to you.” She mutters before shutting her eyes. You continue to stare at her, admiring how relaxed she looks now.
Shutting your eyes too, you sigh and drift off to sleep.
Feeling the same spike and tingle in your fingers and feet, you twitch and shake your head.
Opening your eyes, your body naturally jerks as you look around the room. Your actual bedroom now. You stare at your computer in shock, seeing your simself and Beyoncé peacefully sleeping together.
The ache between your legs is still there, and the warm feeling of your lips lingers as your fingers rub over them, reminiscing about her lips.
You look down at yourself, seeing that you’re in your cotton robe again. The confusion fills your head now as it’s silent in your room before another song slowly cuts on. You weren’t sure if you should question this aloud, so you don’t. You pause the game and save it before exiting it.
Shutting the game down for another time, you sigh and rub your head. “I’m going crazy.” You whisper to yourself before shutting off your computer entirely and closing it.
You then pick up your water bottle and phone, seeing a notification on your phone. A Twitter post from some of your mutuals, something with morning dew in it.
You shrug it off and open your bedroom door to shake off whatever this was.
procrastinated this fic by staring at lots of edits of her and got horny again which forced me to finish this…don’t ask idk.
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— contents: fluff w/ slight nsfw (18+), mommy kink, no mention of y/n, & age gap (R: mid 20s, B: early 40s)
— synopsis: self explanatory :p
— ♫: babydoll by mariah carey ♡
— word count: 625
— a/n: hi guys, i made this one in a short amount of time because of my schedule but i tried my best !! i saw some mutuals wanting more mommy yoncé fics so a lightbulb lit up for me lmao. i hope you guys love it :)
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WIFE!BEYONCÉ... Who loves to spoil you because gift giving is her love language. There would be unexpected packages at the front door waiting for you. She'd buy you things you'd mention or things that she knew her baby doll would look pretty in. You'd always be in awe and tell her that she doesn't have to spoil you the way she does, but she'd always tell you, "It's what my baby doll deserves. ♡ " and always left a kiss on your cheek after.
WIFE!BEYONCÉ... Who'd make you put on a mini fashion show for her so you could show off the things she bought you or the things you bought because she'd given you her card to go crazy with. Whenever you'd feel unsure about how you looked in certain outfits, she'd always reassure you that you looked good in anything… or even better wearing nothing at all. You'd ask her what did she think and what she'd rate the outfit and she'd give her baby doll a perfect 10, every time.
WIFE!BEYONCÉ... Who likes to pick out things for you to wear, how she'd like your hair and makeup and even would pick out a fragrance for you. Having her picking things out made you feel special, made you feel like she cares about you. She loves watching you flaunt the things she bought you especially when out in public together, she wanted to show off her baby doll because to her, you are her biggest accomplishment.
WIFE!BEYONCÉ... Who loves to shower you with kisses all over your face any chance she gets. Whether it's when you're waking up, before she leaves for work, coming back from work or before bed. You already knew that you belonged to her and only her, but she'd always want to remind you and mark her territory.
WIFE!BEYONCÉ... Who naps with you on her days off. She'd always be the one to wake up before you and loves to watch you sleep. You weren't a light sleeper so she'd run her fingers gently on your face and leave a kiss on your forehead, admiring her sleeping beauty.
WIFE!BEYONCÉ... Who loves to watch you bake for her, you loved making things for her because it was your way of showing how much you loved and appreciated your wife. She'd hug you from behind while you frosted cupcakes. Sometimes, she'd dip her finger in the frosting and smear a little on your face just to play with you. Every time, she'd lick it off you and then share a sweet kiss with you.
WIFE!BEYONCÉ... Who lets you rest your head on her lap on the couch when she's watching TV. It became apart of your evening routine with her when you both started dating. She'd run her fingers through your hair and would even massage your scalp. It soothed you so much that you fell asleep every time. Looking down at you, she'd watch you sleep while putting a warm smile on her face, being in awe of her baby doll.
WIFE!BEYONCÉ... Who sends you selfies while she's out at work. She'd send you regular selfies and sometimes would send you cleavage pics just to tease you, making you needy for her while she's away. You'd make it perfectly clear on how much you needed her and would become a little bratty when she wouldn't respond right away…
WIFE!BEYONCÉ... Who'd fix your attitude in bed because of how much of a brat you are when you don't get your way... She knew how much you liked it when she'd speak into your ear while making love to you. She'd say things like "My needy girl… taking it so well.", "You're so wet for mommy…", and when you'd come, she'd say "Let it out for me baby doll, mommy's got you…"
