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starboyyoongi · 11 months ago

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reckless. min yoongi au

⭑ summary: a dinner date with friends takes a turn for the worst when yoongi finds out something that he wasn’t supposed to know about.

⭑ pairings: min yoongi x black!female reader

⭑ warnings/tags: mentions of blood and murder, cursing but not too much, mafia!namjoon, mafia!jimin, reader is the head of the mafia, reader doesn’t make an appearance

⭑ notes: this is a super condensed drabble-like version of a fic idea that i have that isn’t completely fleshed out nor is it written yet. i thought about keeping the fic to myself until i actually wrote it, but decided that i wanna share it in small drabble-like increments like this instead (: (kind of like my own little way of getting my creative juices flowing i guess). feel free to leave your thoughts and i hope that you guys enjoy! x

THIS IS SO fucking boring, yoongi thought to himself as he dropped his gaze to his paper once more.

he couldn’t tell you what page they were on nor could he tell you what they were even talking about. all yoongi knew was that he was going to have a lot of catching up to do once the meeting was over and he was not looking forward to it at all. his mind starts to drift once more and he wonders how you did it. how were you able to pay attention in these meetings? how were you able to stay awake without banging your head against the table every five seconds? how were you able to do this back to back for sometimes a week straight?

yoongi will admit that he underestimated this part of the job. when things were initially thrusted onto him months ago, he found himself worrying about everything under the sun; how to talk to the other executives, how to manage the company’s payroll - shit, he was even worried about the plants in the lobby. it was silly, yes, but yoongi was truly clueless about his new position.

he still remembers the relief he felt when he was told that he’d be having someone guide him along for the first few weeks. it was one of the many things that you had set up before your sudden departure and yoongi couldn’t have been more thankful.

but the meetings.

god, the fucking meetings.

that was something that he wasn’t prepared for at all.

yoongi had no problem talking.

despite how nerve wracking it could be at times, yoongi was a natural at talking in meetings. so much so that he’s lead a couple of them himself and had everyone in the room singing him praises for days afterwards. talking was the last thing that min yoongi ever had to worry about in a meeting.

no, what was really his problem - his achilles heel, if you will - was having to hear others talk for long periods of time. he hated it. no, he despised it. yoongi despised how much time he had to waste listening to a room full of men drone on and on about things that they clearly didn’t care about let alone took time to read up on - another thing that he had come to hate about the meetings, too. seeing the look of shock on the other executives and assistants faces whenever he spoke was enough for yoongi to know that he was the only one in the room who actually knew what he was talking about.

he softly scoffed and shook his head.

what a bunch of morons, he thought.

yoongi’s mind was about to wander off again, but his thoughts came to a sudden halt when the lights flickered back on and the projector began to get shut down. breathing out a sigh of relief, he pushed his chair back and glanced around the room. the meeting was finally over.

yoongi stood up and began to gather his things which wasn’t much to begin with. a few of the associates started to come up to him and greet him before striking up meaningless conversation. he answered back with a small smile on his face and feigned interest in his voice; this was nothing but routine as usual for him. after another five minutes of fake smiles and promises of catching up over some lunch and golf, yoongi was finally able to leave.

as soon as he stepped inside of his office, yoongi threw his things down on the nearby coffee table and took a seat on the couch. just as he was about to shift into a comfortable position to lay down in, there was a knock at his door. he contemplated over whether or not he should answer.

maybe if i stay quiet they’ll go away, the tired man thought to himself.

“mr min? are you in there?” a familiar voice called out, words slightly muffled by the door.

yoongi sighed.

“yes, jongho, come in,” he replied.

jongho, his assistant, poked his head through the crack in the door and smiled before walking in. yoongi took note of the papers in the younger man’s hands and silently prayed that they weren’t for him. he couldn’t handle any more paperwork for the day.

“you look like shit.” jongho said as he took a seat across from yoongi who was now sporting an irritated look on his face.

“wow, jongho, thank you so much for noticing. anything else you wanna point out?” yoongi asked in a sarcastic tone.

jongho giggled and shook his head before saying, “i’m just messing with you, sir. seriously, though, you look pretty tired. is everything okay?”

yoongi nodded and replied, “i’m fine. that meeting just sucked the life out of me is all.”

“figures. i saw lee on my way here and had a feeling that the meeting was shit as usual.”

“that bastard never knows what he’s talking about yet still shows up and wastes everyone’s time. why do we keep doing business with him anyways?”

“he’s an investor, mr min. but if it makes you feel better, y/n didn’t like him either. she always hoped that he’d have an accident and wouldn’t show up.”

“of course she did,” yoongi muttered with a small smile upon hearing your name. “anyways, what’s up? are those papers for me?”

“no, no, these are for me. i just came in here to remind you that you have dinner with kim and park tonight” jongho said.

“thank you, i almost forgot about it. the dinner’s at eight, right?” yoongi asked as he rose to a standing position.

jongho followed suit as he answered, “yes. do you need me to get anything for you to bring later?”

“no, that’s okay,” yoongi said with a wave of his hand. “we’re eating at jimin’s anyways and i usually don’t bring anything, so.”

jongho nodded in response. “alright then, sounds good. i have to go and fax these documents, but is there anything else that you need from me?” he asked.

yoongi shook his head and waved his hand once more, signaling to jongho that he was free to go. once the door was closed shut, he settled into his chair and logged back into his computer. as he waited for the screen to load, he glanced at the time, but quickly wished that he hadn’t.

12:45 PM.

“you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me…” yoongi muttered.

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maybe it was the long day that he had or maybe it was the glass of whiskey that he had before he came, but yoongi was almost positive that there was something wrong with his eyesight. he blinked once, twice, three times before he glanced at namjoon then at jimin then back at namjoon once more. the older of the two casually sipped away at his champagne while the younger wiped his red stained hand with a napkin.

sucking in a breath, yoongi asked, “are you two going to tell me what the fuck is going on or am i supposed to pretend that i don’t see all of… this in front me?”

silence.

“hello? i know that you two heard me. answer my question” yoongi said, annoyance clear in his voice.

silence.

yoongi’s grip on his wine glass tightened.

“answer me right now or i swear to fucking god—” yoongi started saying, but he was cut off by namjoon who finally decided to speak.

“i’m not the one who’s covered in blood here. if anything, jimin should be the one to explain himself.” namjoon spoke.

jimin scoffed and quickly replied, “you may not be covered in blood, but the both of us are responsible for spilling it.”

yoongi’s eyes widened at jimin’s words.

“excuse me? what is he talking about? what are you talking about, jimin?” yoongi asked as he looked between the two.

his words, however, fell on deaf ears. neither namjoon nor jimin were paying attention to him. the pair was too busy bickering with one another and throwing around curse words instead.

“why the fuck didn’t you clean yourself up afterwards? you knew we were having dinner tonight.”

“you say it as if i purposely decided to show up in bloody clothes.”

“did you not? you’re literally sitting at the dinner table looking like you just finished slaughtering a fucking pig.”

“i mean, well, technically i did slaughter a pig tonight. so…”

now yoongi was really confused.

“wait, you— you slaughtered a pig before dinner? the two of you?” he asked in a confused tone.

“no, yoongi,” jimin said with a sigh. he looked away from namjoon then to yoongi as he continued. “we didn’t- i didn’t kill a literal pig tonight. i killed a man.”

yoongi couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“you killed… a man.”

“yes.”

“and now you’re covered in blood.”

“yes.”

“his blood. that man’s blood.”

“yes.”

“not a pig’s blood?”

“not a pig’s blood,” jimin confirmed before chuckling. “jeez, why are you acting like you’ve never seen someone covered in blood before? did y/n not come home looking like this?”

yoongi’s eyebrows furrowed. he shook his head and said, “no. she didn’t. why would she come home looking like that anyways?”

now it was namjoon and jimin’s turn to be confused. they glanced at one another before turning to look at yoongi who looked just as, if not more, confused as they did.

“yoongi, do you…” namjoon started slowly, pausing for a moment to think about what he was going to say. “do you know what y/n does? like, what she really does?”

“she runs the company that her father left for her,” yoongi answered almost immediately. “why? is there another company that she’s running or something?”

jimin jumped in and said, “not a company per se. more like a… a business of some sort. well, businesses.”

“businesses?” yoongi parroted. “what do you mean by ‘businesses’? namjoon, what the hell is jimin talking about? matter of fact, no, what the hell are you two trying to get at? what’s going on?”

jimin and namjoon looked at each other once again, this time with an unreadable expression on their faces. a sudden wave of anxiety washed over yoongi as he watched the pair with curiosity. he didn’t know it then, but what was about to come out of their mouths would ring in his ears for days to come.

“yoongi,” jimin started in a low, serious tone. “i’m not sure what y/n told you, but… the company isn’t the only thing that her father left for her. nor is she just the head of it.”

namjoon continued in the same tone, “y/n isn’t just another name in the business world, yoongi. she is the sole heir of the jade dragons.”

yoongi’s stomach started to turn.

“heir? she’s the heir?” yoongi muttered.

namjoon nodded in response.

“heir… so that means that she’s…” yoongi couldn’t say it. his tongue felt heavy and it was like the words were all of a sudden stuck in his throat.

he started shaking his head in disbelief.

this had to be some kind of sick and twisted joke, right?

“no,” yoongi said with his voice raised. “no, you’re lying, namjoon. you have to be. you have to be fucking lying to me right now.”

yoongi suddenly stood up from his chair, prompting namjoon and jimin to the same. jimin glanced at the wine glass that yoongi hadn’t put down since the conversation started and noticed how much tighter he was gripping it. it looked like it was about to break any second.

“yoongi, i know you’re in shock right now,” jimin said in a worried tone. “but i think that you should put the glass down. you’re going to hurt yourself.”

“that’s what you’re concerned about? and not the fact that you two have been fucking lying to me this entire time?” yoongi asked in disbelief.

“yes. i mean, no. i mean— look, i can explain everything, okay? i just don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“tell me it isn’t true.”

“yoongi, i…”

“tell me it isn’t true, jimin.”

“i can’t… yoongi, i can’t.”

no.

“jimin, i swear to fucking god. tell me right now that it isn’t true.”

please, jimin.

“it’s true, yoongi.”

please.

“no. it can’t be.”

please.

“it is, yoongi. it’s true. we’re not lying.”

please.

the sound of the wine glass suddenly breaking filled the room. yoongi could barely register the small pieces of glass that were now digging into his skin and drawing blood. namjoon reached across the table to assess yoongi’s hand, but he moved his hand away and stepped back.

“she’s the head now, isn’t she? she’s the head of the jade dragons.” yoongi spoke quietly.

namjoon lowered his head and sighed before making a noise in agreement.

yoongi opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. he didn’t know what to say. what was there to be said, anyways? the woman that he once knew was now a stranger—a fact that yoongi tried to ignore since the day that you left, but was now irrefutable—and so were the two men that stood in front of him.

strangers.

the four of you were nothing but strangers to one another.

and maybe that’s all you’d ever be now.

#min yoongi #bts #bts x reader #bts x black reader #yoongi au #bts au #black reader #bts fic #bts mafia au #kim namjoon #park jimin

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shedofdoom · 1 month ago

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here’s a piece I wrote for my writing team at school that my teacher didn’t like but I think someone will. it’s called cold skin.

tw ed

My knees have warmed the once cold tiling underneath me, it’s orange hues making me sick. Acid coats my mouth and throat with a taste i’ve learned to love, my stomach screaming its protest. I look down at the mess of food mush in the toilet bowl beneath me and a voice resonates in my head, “Just one more time, then we can stop.” I look down at my shaking, pale hands and the way light reflects on two spit soaked fingers before shoving them back down my throat. I can’t explain it but once it comes up I feel it in the moment but just seconds later I forget again. My body has become a pool my organs flow in, my stomach nothing more than a mere void. I wait to get up-my head is spinning and i’m thinking about so much yet nothing at all. I hear footsteps approaching the locked door and hurriedly stand, checking the time on my phone with my clean hand. I think about my parents still cleaning our steak dinner downstairs but my daydreaming is cut short by aggressive knocks, accompanied by an impatient Lisa. “Hurry up! I have to shower, my hair is SUPER greasy!” She whines, her voice shrill. I snap back at her, “Yeah geez just give me a minute dude.” I state loudly and sternly, finally gaining the courage to glance at the mirror in front of me and I see the shell of a body I live in, deathly pale and slim and I can’t help but admire the way my collarbones stick out & the way my skin hugs my cheekbones so nicely. I close the toilet and pull the silver handle, listening to its flush overpower the fans relentless buzzing whilst I wash my hands thoroughly, looking around at the yellowed wallpaper and the trash that Lisa was supposed to take out yesterday. I open the door and slam it shut, turning to her in her purple nightgown. “Happy now, princess?” I prod, trying to hide my stomachs loud growling and tear stained face - a nine year old shouldn’t have to worry about that. I slam my down and collapse onto my floor, sobbing into the same blue bunny I always have. I spend hours there, just crying about how unfair it is, how badly I want to be pretty, how scared I am because i’m cold in 80 degree weather and it’s been months since my last period.

Eventually I pass out there but awaken to the shouting void inside me and check the clock. 11:28 pm. I am so, so hungry and tired but I go downstairs anyway, raiding the pantry for any chips and snacks we have, blanking out as I eat all the tears away, the more logical part of me protesting on how this is ruining our progress until I snap back to reality. I look down at the pile of wrappers stained with my tears and all I want to do is scream, claw my skin off, run away-I don’t even know what I really want anymore. The kitchens granite countertops are making me frigid and I hurriedly throw it all away. I look at the oven display. 1:01 am. I need to fix this fast before I run out of time. I bolt up our wooden stairway, not even grazing the carved railing and lock myself into the bathroom to fix it. Again and again and again I chip away at myself so I can be left with something beautiful.

I wash my hands and leave feeling fulfilled but not filled, finally changing into my white nightgown that my friends always poke fun at for being a “grandma dress” and I pass out, thinking about the comforting feelings of the cycle I continue day after day. I never know if I want to be noticed or unseen, my mind is an inconsistent battle ground, the only feeling that ever lingers is the desperate craving for the beauty i never had. And despite the four blankets i’m under, my skin is cold.

#writing #tw 3d vent #tw ana bløg #3d not sheeran #ed but not ed sheeran #⭐️rving #tw ed ana #⭐️ve #tw self destructive thoughts #tw @na diary #tw ed bllog #bulim14

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mildmayfoxe · 1 year ago

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ok. period stuff again but mostly because i need advice (?) but i'll put it under a cut

so i posted about this on friday but after about a month of light bleeding almost every day that tapered off into basically nothing, which i thought signified the end, on friday at work i suddenly had a lot of heavy bleeding out of nowhere with a lot of blood clots (which is what my heavy days before birth control were like, so this is not a "new concern" except for the fact that it came out of nowhere). also worth noting that i have been on birth control which i've never taken before for about two months now. so this is all a new world i'm exploring. after about 6ish hours on friday the blood tapered off into NOTHING again and i went all night and all of yesterday (saturday) and even all of today until this evening with basically nothing. then, again, suddenly out of nowhere, had large blood clots and blood flow. less than friday, but the thing about my heavy days is that i need to go to the bathroom to pass clots like every 20 minutes or i start bleeding through all my clothes and there's blood running down my legs and stuff. really awful. usually have to not leave the house those days at all. again, less heavy today than friday but still significant and still out of nowhere. now my QUESTION is: i have tomorrow and monday off work and on thursday morning i leave for my trip. should i stop taking the birth control and hopefully force the period so i don't have to worry about random breakthrough bleeding while i'm, like, on an airplane or at the wedding??? i don't know how fast the full period is supposed to start once you stop taking the pills, like if it happens right away or i have to wait a few days first. and especially since this birth control isn't doing much for me ALREADY i have no clue what to predict. like i could stop taking the birth control and assume my regular pattern of two really heavy days and then the rest basically manageable, but maybe if i stop taking it now i'll get like five really heavy days instead because of whatever residual shit my body is doing? who knows! or do i just keep taking the birth control and get really worried about having really heavy bleeding the second i stand up to get off the plane??? or bleeding through my pants because i didn't expect it at the wedding???? granted since today is less bad than friday here's also the hope that if i DO have a random heavy day out of nowhere, maybe it will get decreasingly bad as time goes on. i don't know!! i MUCH preferred my fairly light bleeding basically every day to this. i don't know what to do!

#help :(#this is long sorry lol #chatpost #mostly i just don't know what to do about my travel plans wrt having random heavy breakthrough bleeding friday & today out of nowhere!

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doodleoogles · 2 years ago

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Here comes another one....

I realized I wasn't scared when I don't get the things I wanted. I may get frustrated, sad, hurt or be walking around with my ego bruised but never afraid to not get it. I never had things easy, in all aspects of life, I guess that's why I am more surprised when things actually go my way.

Like what is happening now, this is something I never would have imagined possible. If I were to start from the very beginning, I seriously can't recall how we started talking but I do remember I spent years going after this person - late night talks, sharing of every details of our lives, trying to get him to like me (or just have him admit it because I was too damn confident). It went on for a couple of years and when we stopped communicating, it took me two years to get over it. I found someone else, I was happy for awhile until that also didn't work out and once again, I was left alone.

Even though we weren't talking anymore, we still greet each other whenever there are occasions - birthdays for one. When there's any seldom opportunity to send a message, I wouldn't miss it for the world. So on one humid afternoon, I remembered his birthday and sent the customary greeting. He greeted a casual Happy Valentines day in return. Ah shit I forgot the date coincides with this overrated occasion. I don't know what's gotten into me but my reply implied I have no one to celebrate it with but my dog. From then on, our conversations flowed like how it was before.

Initially I wanted to talk to him again to distract me from the pain of having another failed relationship. I kept the conversations light and friendly until I eventually opened up about my recent mishap. Despite what he did before, I never wanted to use him just to get over someone else. I took the time to heal and appreciate the perks of being alone. What surprised me then was how he responded. He's no longer the cold, heartless prick I have known him to be. He's more gentle, warm and caring.

It took a couple of months and when I felt I was ready, we started talking about what happened to us years before. Apparently, my woman's intuition had been right all along. He likes me too, all those years, he was just holding back thinking he wasn't good enough and that I deserve better. Some things happened beyond his control that's why he wasn't able to communicate, and when many months passed, he became too shy to open up a conversation again. He chose to let go when he saw my Facebook stories that I was happy in a new relationship. His feelings are real, his intentions are pure, how could I be so lucky?

I never thought it would ever happen. I lived for many years imagining how it would be like to be more than friends with hm. I played so many scenarios inside my head, and hurt myself in the process. But he came back, healing all the wounds from the past and making up for all the times we lost. I am in euphoria.

I once watched a movie where the main character asks her friend, when you get what you wanted all along, what comes next? The question stay stuck in my head even after the film ended. What's next after this? Going back to what I said previously, I am never used to having things easy. I always embraced the complexity, the thrill of running towards anything fast and moving. I feel like my entire being is made for an endless chase. I couldn't settle, couldn't find peace while staying in one place, with one person for a certain period of time.

What is wrong with me? Most people are contented when a goal is achieved while others create more goals. Some people find peace and joy in the simple things. Most, if not all of us, just wanted to be loved and I am very fortunate enough to be with someone who truly loves and accepts me for everything that I am and even the things I am not. So why do I still feel like running away? Was I so used to being alone that I could not stay with anyone for long? Either they leave because I made them do so or I leave. I once let a good thing go so I definitely do not want to repeat the same mistake. You learn from your past mistakes, not go around in circles with it. This time I should stay and make it work for my own sake.

#doodles #personal #relationships #alone #journal #forB

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the-firebird69 · 4 months ago

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There a couple more things I seem to be monitored by someone like they really don't have too much of a choice which way to look and my son is really doing the same thing. Our son. It's doing the same thing. He is. Now we have several other things to review there are crabs they're leaving tonight 10% we think 40% have left and half of them will be out of that happens we think that it will go 10% a day until they're out and the flow is increasing already there is not a canal or even a river or stream that goes from east to west yet and that would be above the big portion of the Yucatan and the flow will increase tomorrow and it will be pretty fast and we think they'll be out by 4:00 p.m. we think that they will almost take a full channel but it will start sizzling some major caverns but once those Go the whole thing is going to open up unfortunately they take about 3 weeks I don't know but in this case maybe less because the crabs will be running through there and if they hit one they start running real fast and it looks so crap out of it and it makes the channel like a road and you're going to probably end up doing that to try and get to the other side faster like running on hot coals. And yeah he came up with it I think she did a little good. A few more things just half and half stuff is terrible it's going to end soon I have the pseudo empire is falling to pieces. Leadership will be down tomorrow probably to 1.1 and 3.4 and 12 something like that due to radiation exposure which is going to only keep going during the weeks and about a month and a half after the a few weeks so it's going to be two and a half months. And it will pay a toll at approximately 61% which will be tomorrow hopefully our son would be out 2 years for the exterior and if you heal up with the exterior the interior starts releasing stuff it's a pain we expect all of it to be flushed by the end of this 3-month period and it's going along well with a lot of caverns and a lot of blowing up stuff down below and the caverns are small there's just a bunch of them this is going to start pretty soon and the crabs will start early tomorrow morning in the Eastern side of the golf which is where we are and they head West to that ismiss and across the short part 10% you say won't do much but it'll leave a big void of water which is it's a decent amount but it won't be noticeable for the most part but it's what they do going across well it's already three or four 10 mile Calvin center hissing and they're hot and if you poke over then you're going to feel it and that whole distance across is 140 miles I'm so 40 miles is a third of it a little more and it's it's a decent chunk and they will run across because of those four there's other news we're going to broadcast it later on probably tomorrow morning he says because it's quiet here at night and that's true

So without further Ado we do need assistance here the situation has gone worse than it was and we need immediately that there is sharp had them in the car and it's a nightmare they think they're threaten for everything this is terrible

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues Hera

okay it's lights out so it's time for silence and we're going to resume in the morning and he's going to rest right now.

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tripthelightfandomtastic · 2 years ago

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Muse -S.F.K

Author's Note: Wow, what a labor of love and anger this story has been for me. I took a bit of a break because holy shit life got real and crazy but it’s here! I wanna thank all of the Gresties that helped proof read this and also for their words of encouragement and support to help me get through writing this story @maverick-rose and @builtbymachine @jake-kiszkas-smirk I ended up really loving this story and I really hope you do too.

This is the 3 out of 4 of installment of my Royalty Series, go check out Whiplash J.M.K and Shining Armor D.R.W to read more of the Royalty Series (its not a connected series, but they are all period pieces!)

Synopsis: When you meet an artist that sweeps you off of your feet, you go to great lengths just to see the beautiful commoner again.

Word Count: 7.1K (it took 2 months it's gonna be long lol)

Pairing: Commoner!Sam x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Foul language, oral, slight voyeurism, light dom/sub (if you squint), raw sex (Wrap it before you tap your royal painter)

Muse -S.F.K

“There's just something not quite right.” You say, staring at the portrait before you, your father, the king, standing beside you, tea cup in hand as he admires the painting. “I just can’t put my finger on it…” You say, stepping closer to the canvas, hand touching quizzically over your face as you search your own portrait.

“I think it looks splendid, darling.” Your father chimes in, probably just trying to put your critical mind at ease. “I think it’s my nose? And my hair, I think the shading of it is a bit too light, and my hair doesn’t part that way, it’s more centered than that. I also think he forgot the freckle on my-” “This is the third painting you’ve requested be redone! Let that poor artist be done with it already.” Your father interrupts, making his way over to the table in the brightly lit tea room of the palace, searching for the perfect lemon tart. The elegant tea room was lit brightly by the afternoon sun from the floor to ceiling windows with long white flowing curtains that nearly make up the entire back wall overlooking the rose garden below. A table is set with many tea cakes, scones, seasonal pitted fruit and finger sandwiches, all for your afternoon tea, which had been a lovely time until one of the footmen had brought up your newly redone royal portrait.

“It just has to be perfect. This is going to be the portrait that is to hang in the halls alongside our entire family line. Forgive me for wanting it to actually have my likeness.” You justify, crossing your arms agitatedly, eyes never leaving the portrait. “Shall I call for another painter? This one doesn’t seem to be the right fit-” “No!” You snap, your father looks confused as he stands frozen, dainty lemon tart in hand. You think quickly, worried your awkward response has given you away. “I mean, I like his art style, and I don’t want to audition another artist when we’re already so close to having a perfect portrait. I’ll just be sure to give him my notes for a better one, besides, I have a better dress to wear than this last one, not quite sure this one suits me.” You explain, eyes scanning the oil paints that make up your face. “If you insist. I’ll send for him tomorrow.” Your father relents with a shrug, you attempt to hide the smile behind your hand as you look over the brush strokes on the large canvas, admiring the smallest details.

In all honesty, the portrait was perfect, in every way. The curl of your smile, the tinge of blush in your cheeks, the color of your eyes, it was all perfect. It had been perfect all three times. But you couldn't stop thinking of the painter himself, Sam. You hadn’t stopped thinking of that man since you laid eyes on him, a man with beautiful long hair, deep brown eyes and a stare that lit you absolutely ablaze. The way he would look at you while he painted, adjusting your pose ever so gently, his words soft, patient and full of praise as he worked, the only problem was that your time together was so limited. Sure it was hours at a time, but once he finished your portrait he would be gone, sending it to the palace once all the background portions were complete and he would be gone, so, you found yourself criticizing the smallest details for the sake of his company. You had to admit, you were enamored with his presence, but surely, he must think you frustrating by now, this was to be your fourth portrait, and you would be more than happy to hang any of the previous three alongside the rest of the royal families portraits that lined the halls, but something about Sam made you feel something different, a feeling you couldn’t quite pin down. One thing you knew for certain, tomorrow was going to be your last session.

The anxiety to see the artist again has had your stomach in knots since tea time yesterday. Now here you are, desperately searching for the perfect gown for your portrait. You ask your ladies maids to find you your most elegant dresses, opting for a look that is regal and refined. After several displays of satin, silk and lace, you cannot help but be swept away by a deep crimson gown. Large sleeves that fall off your shoulders, lace that sweeps the edge of the fabric around the sleeves and your chest, tight in the waist and a grand skirt that is sure to impress. This is how you want to be remembered, both in your portrait and by the artist, utterly dripping in finery. Your hair is halfway swept up and pinned back to show off your bone structure and a fine diamond necklace graces your skin, along with dangling diamond earrings to complete the set.

A knock upon your bedchamber door brings you out of your daydreams, pulling you back into your anxious state of impatience, “The artist has arrived, your highness.” One of your many maids informs you upon her entrance. You give yourself one last glance into the mirror, “Let’s not keep him waiting then, shall we?” You respond with a smile.

The only sound besides your heels carrying you down the shining marble floors through the palace is the sound of your heartbeat slamming in your ears. You roll your eyes as you think, All this over a man? Now really. You scoff to yourself, taking in a deep breath as you make your way down the final hallway into the drawing room. Pausing just before entering to make any last adjustments to your hair and dress, you give your escorts a nod as they open the doors, “Her royal highness.” One of your personal guards announces your presence as you enter. Sam stands quickly from his stool by his easel.

The air is thick with a heavy pause as the two of you meet eyes from across the room. He looks even more beautiful than you remember, his hair is pulled back by the help of a dark blue ribbon loosely keeping his hair mostly out of his way, save for some strands that fall in front of his face just so. His deep brown eyes look wide and almost caught off guard, nervous perhaps? He’s dressed in a modest navy blue double vest that looks almost homemade and a high collared white shirt, his breeches tucked into boots that look like they’ve seen better days. Oh to be absolutely breath taken by a commoner of all things.

“Your majesty.” Sam speaks softly as he bows to you deeply, hand over his heart and all. You give him a deep curtsey to him in return with a gentle smile as the doors finally close, leaving the two of you alone. “I was surprised you had sent for me.” Sam says, “I am sorry to bother you once more-” “No, no your highness, I did not mean to offend, I am glad to see you again, it’s just that I was told there was something wrong with your portrait, that is what had taken me by surprise.” He explains quickly, hands wringing anxiously. “I hope I didn’t worry you too much, you’re a delightful painter, Sam. I just didn't care for the gown I had chosen to wear for my portrait. I wanted something more elegant, I suppose.” You reply with a smile, bringing the attention to the crimson fabric running under your fingertips as you smooth out the fabric. “It is quite a lovely dress…” Sam utters to himself as he takes in your silhouette, taking in your shape as he begins to plot out your portrait in his mind.

“Shall we get started then?” Sam asks with a smile, you only respond with a timid nod. “Wonderful. Let me place you over here then.” Sam says as he offers you his hand to escort you towards the large white cloth backdrop, you wince at the fact that he must have painstakingly set all of this up alone, for the third time. The room is well lit by the afternoon sun that is coming through the windows and bouncing off of the marble floors that almost work like a mirror the way it helps to light up the room. The high ceilings and quiet of the palace makes this moment feel even more intense. His hand is gentle as he brings you to stand in the center of the backdrop, he gives your jewel covered hand a soft squeeze as he lets go. “Now stand tall for me,” He instructs kindly as he sets a hand on the small of your back to adjust your posture, “Pardon my touch, madam.” He smiles gentlemanly as he’s always said before touching you. It's killing you not to think of his large and talented hands on you as he continues to pose you in such a particular way.

“Face your body more towards the wall to the left,” His hand shifts along your waist to aid in turning you, sure he did this dance last time, and the time before, but it’s just so sweet the way he moves you. Sam doesn’t meet your eyes as he works to situate you, too busy with the way your dress is laying just the right way and adjusting your frame. You watch his face intently, relishing in his touches and the way his face contorts in concentration, it's incredibly interesting to watch.

You nearly jump when his eyes catch yours as he fixes the hem of your dress, those beautiful golden brown eyes make you lose your breath. He gives you a soft smile as he notices your gaze, “Is this alright?” He asks as he takes a step away to take in the view of you as he’s posed you. “Perfect.” You smile as he gives you one last look of approval before walking to his easel. “Gorgeous.” He smiles, his voice soft, almost as though he’s unsure you are even allowed to hear it, you try to keep your expression neutral as he has requested but his compliment makes a grin grow upon your face. He begins to gather his paint palette and brush, his eyes flitting up to you every chance he can, as though he's afraid to spook you, like a deer in the forest, you might move or disappear. "Let's begin, shall we?" Sam says kindly as he begins to blend a few colors together.

You know you're not meant to be looking right at him but you can't help yourself, with the amount of time you spend standing completely still, your boredom, mostly your curiosity, gets the better of you. You cannot help yourself the way the faces of the artist's concentration makes you feel. The way his brows knit together, his lips purse, his teeth sink into his bottom lip, the way his eyes light up when it's all coming together on the canvas. You've watched him for so long over these past sessions, you wouldn't be surprised if you were able to paint him from memory.

His eyes meet yours and you can't help but smile, "You can speak if you like. Nothing worse than hours of silence, especially with someone as interesting as yourself." Sam says softly, his eyes hardly leaving the painting in progress. "Oh, I didn't want to distract you-" "I've painted you three times in a row now, your Highness, I think I could have painted your portrait with my eyes closed." He interrupts, looking up with a smirk. His candor takes you by surprise. His smile drops, he stands straight, stopping his brush strokes. "I-I’m sorry, that was incredibly rude of me-"

"Really, it's fine." You respond with a timid smile, "I don't mean to be so particular-" "No, madam of course you can be! It is to be your royal portrait, I shouldn't have said something so snarky, it wasn't my intention." He apologizes softly, a brief pause falls on the room.

"I like the way you speak your mind. People tip toe around me all the time. Makes me feel like no one feels comfortable enough to say what they think. Like I'm some porcelain doll in need of protecting." You explain, watching Sam as he gives you a genuine smile of relief. "I bet that gets very tiresome, madam." He says kindly, his paintbrush softly brushing over the canvas fills the silence. "Sometimes I feel like no one really sees me, I don't know if that makes sense. It's just, I feel as though they only see the title and the crown. They don't see-" "The woman underneath?" Sam finishes for you. You're struck for a moment at his words, the way he's perfectly figured it out, stolen the thought out of your own mind.

"Exactly." You say almost silently, he gives you a small smile as he continues to paint. He stops once more, "May I speak freely, madam?" Sam asks, more sure of himself than you would have imagined. "Of course." You answer, nervous of what he could mean. "As a commoner painter, I've had lots of experience with many highly refined people. I like to think that with the time I get to watch them for hours during sessions, I feel like I get to see them as they really are, more than any other outsider or even any of their peers would. An experience I'm most thankful for. But, with you, I get such an air of decency, more than just that, but, a genuine kindness. I feel that even if I weren’t here to paint your portrait you would still be kind and true, it seems just a part of your nature.” Sam’s words take you by surprise, no one has ever said anything like this to you in your life.

“You’re a joy to paint. I’m sorry it has taken me this many times to get your portrait right, but I never mind getting sent for if it means I get to see you again.” He finishes with a shy smile, a look that is making this whole secret plot of yours of having him come to paint your portrait just for your own pleasure makes his whole analysis of you seem like a farce. This confession makes you feel almost sickened with guilt, so much so that it's bubbling over inside you. You must tell him.

“Oh, Sam.” You sigh, your face dropping with shame. You drop your pose entirely and look at the artist, he looks worried at your sudden shift in mood, worried that he somehow must have upset you. “I’m afraid I haven’t been truthful with you.” You begin, Sam lets his brush and pallet relax at his sides, “How do you mean?” He asks anxiously. You search the ceiling as you try to form the words, heart racing in your chest as you look to find the right thing to say.

“There was never a problem with my portrait. The first or the second.” You start as you look to gauge his reaction, a flash of confusion coming over his features. You toy with the crimson material of your dress between your nervous fingers as you find the backbone to continue.

“The portrait was perfect, in every single way. In a way I’ve never been captured before in all of my life.”

“Then why ask me to come back?” He asks quietly, his brows knit in a look of befuddlement. You let out a pitiful laugh.

“Because I wanted to see you again.” You say defeatedly.

The silence of the room is almost painful as Sam’s eyes fall away from yours. You have to clench your jaw just to keep yourself from speaking anymore, worried you’ve already said too much. Sam lets out a little laugh as he sets his pallet down on the small table beside him, running his hand over his mouth, trying to suppress a smile that only makes you more concerned. He eyes one of the large windows, watching as the afternoon sun begins to set. “Why on earth would you want to see me again?” He asks you quizzically, you curse yourself at his question, why did he have to ask that?!

“I, uh, I enjoy your company.” You lie nervously, your fingers tightening their grip on your gown once more. “My company?” He asks with a smirk. “Yes. I enjoy talking to you.” You reply, digging a deeper and deeper hole for yourself.

Sam sets his brush down, “Why didn’t you just ask me for tea?” He asks, “If it's just my company you enjoy, I’m sure we could chat much more that way.” He pushes slyly. You can feel it, the not so obvious feeling that he sees completely through your excuses. “I-” You start, stopping as soon as you realize there is no decent way to say this confession of yours. Sam looks as though he’s leaning on the edge of his metaphorical seat as you search for the guts to speak.

“I like the way you look at me. The way you speak to me this way. To be alone with no guard over my shoulder and-”

“Yes?” Sam interrupts as he walks to the side of his eisel, fully visible in all of his painful beauty. The sound of agonizing silence is almost too much to bear, threatening to crush both of you, if you aren’t strangled by your own lungs that have seemed to have forgotten how to breathe.

“And, I like the way your hands feel when you touch me.” You respond so faintly you almost pray he didn’t hear you, but the way he lifts his eyebrows tells you he most certainly did. “Like you said, it feels good to be seen.” You repeat his own words back, hoping you didn’t just completely embarrass yourself. It feels almost like you are staring at the blade of a sword, waiting for it to either cut you in two or to spare you as you await Sam’s response.

He puts his hands behind his back as he walks towards you, slowly moving closer as his eyes scan you over.

“Oh your Highness…”

“I’m so sorry if I’ve upset you-”

“Don’t speak.” Sam softly commands, your heart is beating almost deftly in your ears you half wonder if he can hear it. “I’m glad you asked to see me once more.” He says kindly, you take a shallow breath to prepare yourself for the inevitable rejection. “Do you think of me often?” He asks with a subtle tilt of his head, a glimmer in his eye makes your knees weak. You search rapidly for the words to speak, not expecting him to ask you such a question. “Be honest, your Highness. No more secrets.” He grins, your mouth is dry with nervousness. “I do.” You answer, your voice shaking as he steps closer to you. “What do you think about, madam?” His tone is almost a taunt, but his tone is deeper than before, his question swirls in your ears and you blush as you begin to imagine all of the fantasies that have passed through your day dreams.

“More than just having my portrait painted.” You answer meekly as you look up at him through your lashes, he is so close now. Sam lifts his chin up as he understands your implications, a smirk pulling at his lips. “Mmm, is that right?” He rasps as he scans your reddened cheeks. “Well, you did ask for your portrait to be painted and we have so much time, we’ve hardly just begun.” Sam smirks with a darkened expression that makes you swallow hard. “May I reposition you, Your Grace? I think I have been inspired to go in a bit of a different direction.” He asks, a look of mischief in his eyes only spurs you on.

“Y-Yes.” You manage, he gives you a smile as he brings his hand to your chin. He lifts your chin to meet his eyes, “Good girl.” He whispers and you have to do everything in your power to keep from sighing at his words that just went straight to your core.

Sam withdraws his hand, opting to move to your waist, his large warm hands feel so good even through the heavy gown. His hands land on the front facing laces of the corset of your dress, his fingers finding the strings. “I do adore this dress on you, but I think I would much prefer to paint you without it.” He rasps, your lips part at his admission. You can’t find the words to say. Instead, you bring your own hands to hold his, the two of you watching intently as you assist him in pulling them undone.

You let the dress fall to the ground around you, leaving you in only your chemise dressing gown. The sound of the heavy material falling to the floor leaves the two of you in a beautifully thick silence, full of a tension that makes your whole body feel alive. The two of your eyes meet, Sam looks in awe of you, your silhouette nearly visible through the thin white fabric, your hardened nipples ghosting under the cotton, the light from the setting golden sun exposing you. “Perfect.” He whispers.

Taking a step away, Sam turns to bring over a wooden stool from his station, setting it beside you. “Take a seat.” He instructs. You sit down cautiously, unsure but delighted for what else he has in mind. Sam turns back to his place behind the easel, he gives you a pleased grin as he takes you in. “I need you to place your hands for me.” Sam says. “How would you like me, sir?” You respond with a coy smile. Your turn of phrase sparks something within the artist, the title upon your sweet voice makes Sam hot. “Place your hands on your chest.” He commands. You blush hot at his request, your hands slowly glide up your body and rest on your breasts. You lock eyes with him as you grope your breasts over the thin material.

Sam is nearly left breathless as you let your head roll to the side. You lean into his game you two have decided to play, letting him ogle you as you play with your breasts, allowing the artist to drink you in this way. You let out a breathy sigh when you tease over your nipples, the whole scene is full of a delectable tension between you and this angelic looking painter. His lips are parted in the most beautiful way, he shifts behind his canvas before speaking again. "Pull up your skirt, Princess." He commands you once more, you can't help but widen your eyes a tad at his words, you let one hand come down to your thigh and pinch the soft material of your under dress that lays against you, pulling it up, slowly, teasingly, until it's just above your knees.

You tilt your head to him, "Like this, sir?" You ask with a gentle rasp, your tone low, feigning an innocence you know is driving him insane. “Higher.” He simply answers. You can’t help the slight smile that comes to your lips as you bring the dress higher until it’s just barely above your french silk panties. You look to him, “Like this?” You ask, his gaze travels up your body and you feel your whole body buzzing with excitement. “Beautiful. Now, I want you to place one hand over your panties.” Sam instructs.

Timidly, you place your hand over your underwear, you let out a small sigh as you could already feel yourself growing wetter and wetter. “Just like that, darling.” Sam praises. You had to admit, you did feel beautiful this way, a feeling only Sam can seem to conjure within you. You look up at Sam, his eyes giving away a simple truth, he is barely holding on. His heart is slamming in his chest, as is yours, but the feeling of this moment is too good to rush.

Sam walks around his easel once more, your face is flushed as he comes back, this time it feels different, less formal than before. Without saying a word, Sam slides his fingertips up your arm, goosebumps raising over your skin as he does so, his hand comes to the strap of your dressing gown, he pulls it off your shoulder, letting it rest just so. His hands make you feel like your whole body is on fire. He moves his other hand to cup over your own that is holding your breast, you gasp lightly at the feeling as he squeezes gently making you hold your breast tighter in a way that feels so good you can’t help but exhale deeply in reaction to his presence. You watch intently, studying the beauty of the tops of his large hands, so tanned and covered in gorgeous veins that shift as he moves, the hands of an artist that encapsulates your smaller ones.

His other hand moves down your arm that rests between your legs, slowly moving until he’s got his hand over your own. Your eyes lock onto his beautiful brown eyes, you feel like you finally see them now, the way they look so golden and the rings of darkness inside of them, he’s so beautiful, more so than you first realized.

“Does this feel alright, Princess?” He asks softly as he adds a gentle pressure to your silk covered pussy with your own fingers. You sigh out in pleasure at the much needed friction, “Feels so good.” You whisper, he moves your hand up and down over your clothed center, his other hand gliding his thumb over your nipple. “Mmm.” You whine, “You look so beautiful like this.” Sam praises softly, you can’t help how his words affect you, you need more.

“But I think this,” he gently grabs your wrist, leading your hand down into your underwear, “Makes you look even more beautiful.” He smirks, leaning in closer to you, you moan out at the feeling of your fingertips gliding through your folds. “So wet.” You whisper, Sam brings his lips up to your ears. “Tell me, Princess, is this what you think of when you daydream of me?” He asks, his lips just grazing over the shell of your ear.

A pathetic moan rolls up past your lips at his words, you move your fingers in slow circles over your needy clit. “So much better.” You respond breathlessly. He lets his hand slide down past your fingers working over your clit, his middle finger teasing your entrance, “I have to agree with you Princess, I don’t think I could have dreamt of anything this perfect.” He whispers, his breath cascading gently over the skin of your neck as he kisses softly at your pulse point, his finger gently pressing inside you.

“Mmm, you’re so wet for me already.” He says, you can feel his smirk grow against your neck, proud to see just what hold he has over you. His teeth grazing gently over the sensitive skin in combination with his finger pumping inside of you makes your back arch with a moan, your chest pressing tightly against him. “Oh fuck.” You whimper, “You feel so tight, so warm.” Sam groans against your shoulder, his hand on your breast tightens as he starts to lose himself in the feeling of you. “Sam.” You moan as he adds another finger into your pussy, curling them up gently as he moves them inside of you. The feeling of your climax is hurtling towards you as your fingers increase the speed on your swollen clit. “S-Sam, ah, I-I’m-” Without letting you finish your thought, Sam interrupts you with a kiss, his hand moving from your breast and to your face, pulling you to him.

You can’t help the way you absolutely melt into his lips, so much softer than you could have imagined. You let your eyelids fall closed, you kiss him desperately as your orgasm slams into you, your moans are muffled against Sam’s plush lips. His fingers speed up as he coaxes you through your climax, your hips rocking against his hand as you cum all over his fingers.

Sam groans against your lips as your walls tighten around his fingers, the way your moans sound against him, the way your other hand is now clawing into his back, every inch of you is like holding lightning in his hands.

You pull away to catch your breath as your orgasm melts away, your eyes scan Sam’s eyes, his pupils blown in desire, lips reddened from the roughness of your kiss. His hand slips out of your panties, you can’t help but tremble, his hand moves to rest against your waist. You remove your hand as well, grabbing at his vest, the two of you looking at each other, with a look of silent desperation for more. The air is heavy with expectation. What comes next? Who moves first?

“I need you. All of you.” Sam breathes, voice laced in lust, his hand on your hip tightens, you smirk at his eagerness, “Then take me.” You say, pulling his vest, bringing him down into another kiss. He pulls you from the stool, close to him, bringing you to stand on wobbly knees, your fingers working at the buttons of his vest, working it off his chest. Sam begins to kiss down your neck, his hands sliding down your sides, his fingertips pulling up your gown, up and over your head, finally presenting your body to him.

The warm glow of the setting sun along the expanse of your bare skin takes Sam’s breath away, oh how he wishes he could paint you here, in this very moment. Bathed in golden sunlight, eyes ablaze with passion, face reddened by an orgasm just moments ago and lips gently swollen by kisses from her lover, their first kiss. First Kiss, that's what he would call it, he would be the most acclaimed artist in all of the country, praised for the art of such a goddess, no way could she be real.

“And to think, I was supposed to be painting you in all of those clothes.” He smiles gently, his words make your heart flutter.

He works at the buttons of his shirt, exposing the beautiful muscle beneath. His skin is perfectly tanned, his chest and abdomen are gently carved with muscle. The view of him this way makes your lips part and your cheeks blush as you shamefully let your eyes study him. You pull his shirt off of him slowly, letting the white cotton fall down his sculpted arms, his whole body is a masterpiece to behold, and you want nothing more than to feel him against you.

“How you are even real is beyond me.” You whisper as you run your fingers along his side, letting your hand rest on the top of his breeches, your fingers dipping inside, teasing at the skin of his hip underneath. “You’re so sweet, Princess.” Sam says as he pulls you close to him, his hands resting against the small of your back, so gentle and large against you. Your bare chest against his feels so warm and soft, it’s taking everything in your power not to just have all of him right here, right now. His hands run down to your ass, squeezing softly, “I bet you taste even sweeter.” You sigh at his provocative words, his voice raspy as he practically speaks against your lips. Sam’s hands pull your soaked panties down your legs, you kick them off and widen your stance for him as he kneels before you, his hands grabbing at the backs of your thighs as he begins to kiss at the soft skin beneath.

You can’t help but gasp at the gentle kisses he places on your skin, he begins to kiss up towards your core, his eyes lulled closed as he works to love on your skin. You put a leg over his shoulder, your hand gripping onto his head as he licks up your pussy, immediately sending a cry of pleasure from you.

His tongue feels so soft and so warm you can't help but tug at his hair, the ribbon that once loosely held his hair up cascades down, his long brown hair working perfectly to keep you from collapsing into a heap as your fingers take hold. You let your head fall back with a long, deep moan. You couldn't care less if the whole castle heard you, Sam deserves every single whine, whimper and cry you make.

His hand holds your thigh over his shoulder and the other against his chest, holding you close to him, wanting nothing more than to hold you close to him as he devours your achingly wet pussy. “F-Fuck Sam, ah, so good.” You say, hardly able to speak as he attaches his lips around your clit. You grip tightly to Sam’s hair and shoulder, trying your best not to let yourself fall as your one leg on the ground is shaking. Sam groans deliciously against you as your nails scrape over his scalp, sending a shockwave through you that has you moaning and gasping for breath. It's all so good, all too good.

You pull Sam roughly by his hair away from you, you look down at him, his long hair is wild from your hands running through it, his chin and gorgeously plump lips shine with your wetness, his expression one of confusion and desperation to please, “I want to feel you inside me.” You say longingly, he gives you such a perfect smile you can hardly contain yourself looking down at this man who is looking at you like you’ve hung the moon. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you to say those words.” Sam whispers, you blush as he guides you down to the floor that thankfully is covered by the backdrop that flows all the way down to the marble beneath you.

Undoing his boots and tugging desperately at his breeches, Sam works them down his legs, leaving him only in his undergarments. The feeling in the air shifts to something so passionate and loving, a stark contrast to the fervor between the two of you just moments ago. You sit on the soft cloth beneath you, the both of you sitting on your knees, looking at the other. “I find you absolutely breathtaking, you have enraptured me. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this way before.” Sam confides in a near whisper as he leans closer to you, his hand tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You take his hand, holding his palm to your cheek, leaning into his touch. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way either.” You reply, your heart soaring in your chest at the thought. You want more of him, to be all his. “Can I- um, can I touch you?” You ask quietly, your hand reaching out to touch his knee, both of you only inches away from each other.

“Please.” Sam whispers as he brings your hand to his hardened shaft that's behind his thin underwear. You let your hand timidly slip into his drawers, your hand gently taking his cock in your hand. Sam shudders out a sigh at your touch and you have to hold back the moan of the feeling of him in your hand, “Oh, Princess.” He whimpers, you slowly begin to pump him watching as Sam’s brows knit together in pleasure, his lips gently parted as he focuses on the feeling of your soft hand wrapped around him, stroking him inside of his underwear. He looks like an angel this way, on his knees and practically melting into your touch, his expression is one you will think of over and over again from this night on, so at ease and so full of pleasure from just your touch.

You lean in and kiss him sweetly, your hand still working him as he moans against your lips. “Want to feel you.” He whispers against your lips, you hum against him with a smile as you pull at his underwear. Sam pulls them off before sitting before you once more, his gorgeously erect cock resting against his toned stomach.

You straddle his lap, sitting against his length, his hardened shaft between your legs is so warm and feels like silk on your wet pussy. A sigh passes through the two of you at the feeling of the other this way. You rock your hips against him, Sam takes his cock in his hand letting the tip slip through your folds, you lower yourself slowly onto his dick, moaning as you can feel him stretching you out. You watch him as you descend unto him, his face even more beautiful, he’s oozing ecstasy. “So tight, ah fuck, Princess.” He groans as you completely take him inside, letting him fill you up to the hilt. You let out a small yelp, he’s so much bigger than you’ve ever experienced before, you let your eyes close for a moment as you adjust to his size. Sam’s hands resting on your hips squeeze you gently, bringing you back to those beautiful brown eyes.

“Princess? Are you alright? We can go slow-” Sam asks nervously, only for you to interrupt.

“No, it’s not that. Just feels so good and s-so big, ah.” You stutter out a whine as you begin to rock your hips, taking him in slowly as you begin to ride him. “Just wanna ride you.” You moan out, eyes lulled shut as you begin to move, his cock hitting your cervix in just the right way you can’t help but cry out in euphoria every time you rock against him. You let the speed of your motions increase as you continue to ride him. “Oh god, ah, Sam you- ah, mmm, fuuuuck.” You moan, his arms are wrapped around you, hands squeezing tightly as you roll your hips against him. “Feels so perfect, ah, you take me so well, angel.” Sam praises, he buries his face in your chest, your hand falls to the back of his head, bringing him to your breasts.

His lips latch against your nipple, gently sucking as you continue to rock against him. His moans stifle against your breast, the sound of his whimpers makes you nearly collapse just from the sound of him. A loud moan is pulled from within you, your thighs begin to shake, Sam detaches his lips from you, his arms tight around you as he smoothly rolls the two of you over, having you on your back with him over you.

“I want to watch you cum, Princess, cum so pretty for me.” He groans as he pulls you by your hips against him, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he hikes your legs over his hips. You can’t help but let out a sob as he slams deep inside of you, hitting a place within you you never thought existed. He smirks to himself as he begins a tortuous pace, fast and hard and it's more than anything you could ever need, you need it bad, fuck you need this for the rest of your life.

Your breasts bounce as he rails into you, “Oh fuck, Sam, so fucking deep oh god.” You whimper, the knot inside of your lower stomach feels like it's about to snap. “S-Sam, I’m so close, s-so close-” “So am I, angel.” He pants out, his long hair flowing with his thrusts, brows knit, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip and you can’t stop thinking how you saw almost that exact expression all through these three sessions as he was lost in concentration, and here you are, about to cum for the second time on the floor of your drawing room by this expertly talented artist, what a sight to behold.

A loud cry rips from your throat and you can’t stop the flow of nonsensical slurring of curses and Sam’s name until Sam brings his hand to your open mouth, the pad of his thumb resting against your tongue, his hand gripping your jaw as he fucks you relentlessly. You close your lips around it, humming against his thumb, unable to stay completely quiet. He releases his grip on your jaw and brings his thumb to your clit, your head rolls to the side, eyes squeezing shut as he begins to roll tight circles into your throbbing clit.

“Sam, I-I’m coming, fuck, I’m- ah, fuck me.” “Cum for me pretty girl, all over me, ah, I am too, ah, fuck.” Sam cries out as his thrusts become sloppy and more desperate, deeper and slower, it’s enough to make you cry out in pure, agonizing pleasure as he brings you both to climax. You grab hold of Sam, pulling him close to you, his hand tangled in your hair, your nails running down his back, the both of you filling the room with a cacophony of moans and groans and whimpers.

Your thighs shaking around his hips, as the two of you fall into each other, both panting, in search of breath, taking in the delicious feeling of him holding you in this way, far too innocent a thought for all what has just transpired between the two of you. He gently lifts himself from you, and you can’t stop yourself from pulling him back down to you, letting him lay back on top of you once more. “Don’t.” Is embarrassingly all you can think to say. “Please, just want you here.” You whisper against his ear, his breathing still jagged, he lets out a sigh of contentment, relaxing into you. His hands hold you tight, rolling you expertly to be on top of him. Sam’s hands gently caressing your back as he holds you, the both of you taking in the afterglow of one another.

“I would paint us like this if I could.” He sighs, eyes staring up at the ceiling of the darkening room, the sun setting on your time together.

You sit up with a shock, “The painting! We-”

“Like I said before, I could paint your portrait with my eyes closed, Princess.” He smiles at you, easing you back down to lay against him once more.

“Especially since there is no way I will ever be able to get you out of my head now.” His voice rasps sweetly as he locks eyes with you. You lean in for a kiss, gentle and soft.

“So… tea time soon?”

“I’ll bring your portrait, and it better be the one.”

“I know it will be.”

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gojoandtojisleftnut · 2 years ago

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𝗟 𝗟𝗔𝗪𝗟𝗜𝗘𝗧 | 10:34𝗽𝗺

Pairing: L Lawliet x female reader

Genre: angst

A/n & possible tw: I love him. That’s all. (Spoilers). The girl name given has a meaning behind it. -> fem!reader, crying, death, pregnancy.

Bare feet walk through the hallway. The leg of his blue jeans scrape against the gray carpet. Gentle strides guide him towards your bedroom door.

He opens the door quietly revealing your sleeping figure. Black tank top showcasing your shoulder blades, gray sheets draped over your thighs, giving him a peek of your black underwear.

He comes over to you ever so quietly stepping on to the bed, walking towards you and eventually sitting down in his signature pose. You look so peaceful sleeping. But he knows he’s probably got a few days left.

The rain is pouring outside. He knows it makes you sleep easier. A small tear escapes his tired eyes falling next to your arm. L rarely expresses his feelings. It was something you had to get used to and learn how to cope with. But you did help him express himself a bit more over time.

You start to stir in you sleep. Making L’s breath hitch. A soft whimper leaves your lips while rubbing your eyes, “L, are you okay my love?” “We’ll part ways soon Y/n”. You knew this will eventually happen, since he started working on the Kira case. Tears start to spill from your eyes as well. Getting up you put your hand on his cheek looking at him deep in his eyes. “Lay down with me.” You say letting go of his cheek.

L lays with you, long arms holding you tight to his chest. You could feel his heartbeat so you lift your left hand and place it where his heart rests. Letting him know that you’ll still hold it and protect it even though he might not be there anymore. “I love you. Even though I might not tell you enough.” “I love you too L, forever.” Small sobs escape your mouth, slender fingers wiping the tears from your cheeks until you’re sound asleep.

November 5th is the day both L and Watari died. You knew it was Light who’s behind this. You never doubted L once. If he believed Kira was Yagami then so did you. The days go by slower than ever. A void is not filled and you miss him deadly. Their deaths have taken such a toll on you. Especially your boyfriends. When you saw him collapse you felt like a part of you was stripped away.

The grieving has started to to take a physical toll on you as well. Every morning you throw up and feel dizzy. You blamed it all to your mental state until you missed a period.

It was almost 11pm when you saw the two red lines on the test. You stared back it crying holding it tight to your hands. You put your coat on and ran out of your house. Rain pouring outside, but you didn’t care. You slowly open the gate of the cemetery and run towards L’s grave.

It wants next to Watari’s and kind of hidden away from the others. He always liked his own personal space.

“My love..” you fall to your knees in front of the stone. Your tears mixing with the winter rain. “I’m so sorry if I only found out sooner. You could at least known that we would have a baby together. I’m so sorry. But I’m so happy. Our baby will always be a reminder of you. Of us... Watari? I hope you’re happy too.”

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It was a beautiful August afternoon. A light breeze flowing your dress. “We’re here.” You whisper and get down on your knees once again. “This is Ichigo. Ichigo, this is daddy and this is papa Watari.” you face the small pink bundle towards the two graves. The little girl cooing. “She’s beautiful isn’t she L? She looks just like you. My little blessing.” Tears started to flow once again from your eyes as you looked down at your babygirl. You prayed all nine months she would look like her father. That’s all you wanted.

And she did. Black eyes, black hair, full lips. She’s the perfect copy of him. The perfect reminder of him. And you’ll forever make sure she knows it. And you’ll forever make sure she knows how great he was.

“We love you. Both of us.”

#l lawliet #L #l lawliet angst #death note #anime #l lawliet x female reader #angst #death note x reader #death note x you #death note x y/n #death note angst

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sirjacobthomaskiszka · 3 years ago

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Make it All Better

Jake Kiszka x Reader

This is just pure fluff, Jake takes care of the reader during their period.

You hated this time of the month. You woke up feeling fine but a few hours into your day had you bracing against the bathroom counter, breathing until the cramping subsided.

Your period had never been easy for you. Heavy flows, terrible headaches and cramps that made you ungodly nauseas and nearly pass out on multiple occasions.

Every month you made sure to stock up on essential supplies, pain meds, and snacks. You knew you wouldn’t want to leave the house and would find yourself curled up in bed or on the couch. And this month your boyfriend Jake just so happened to be home from tour.

He had only seen you like this a few times. Most of your relationship he had been on the road and he would come home in between when he could and you would visit him on the road when work allowed. Jake knew that this time of the month could be difficult for you and it hurt him those months he couldn’t be home to comfort you.

You made your way out of the bathroom, flopping onto the couch with a groan and pulling a blanket over you and up to your chin. Jake peeked his head out of the kitchen where he was putting away dishes, “Everything okay my love?”

“Mmhnn.” Another cramp was hitting you, radiating through your hips causing you to pull your knees to your chest and curl further into the couch. You could hear Jake setting down whatever was in his hands and making his way over to you. The couch dipped as he sat down beside you.

“Y/n? Baby what can I do to help? Have you taken anything yet?” He said to you, gently reaching out and rubbing a warm hand up and down your back. His touch was soothing and you ached to keep him near you.

Shaking your head weakly he stood up, “Okay. You wait here, I’ll be right back.” Jake pressed a light kiss to the crown of your head, disappearing into your shared home.

You could hear him shuffling around your bedroom and bathroom, placing his collection on the coffee table before disappearing again into the kitchen. The opening and closing of cupboards and the fridge indicated he was collecting snacks. Jake made his way back over to you placing his armfuls of supplies next to everything else on the table.

Feeling his hands lift the blanket and your shirt, you were greeted with the soothing warmth of your heating pad, “Where do you want it most baby?” Jake whispered gently to you, “My tummy,” you replied as you pulled it around to your front.

“Can you sit up for a second honey? I have a couple pain meds for you.” You turned enough to accept the capsules from Jake and he helped you take some sips of water to swallow them down.

“I’m gonna rub your back for a little bit is that okay?” Jake asked as he settled on the ground in front of the couch.

Tears pooled in your eyes and love swelled in your heart for the man tending to you. “I would really like that Jakey, thank you.”

He sent you a sweet smile and lightly kissed your hip and he reached for a bottle of lotion. The soothing scent of lavender hit your nose as his warm hands began massaging your lower back.

With the combination of the pain meds, heating pad and Jake’s hands working your back your cramps slowly started to fade. Turning around on the couch to face Jake you reached your hand out to him. “Come sit with me Jakey?”

“Of course sweet girl.” Getting up from the floor Jake settling beside you and you tucked yourself into his side. He had brought your favorite blanket from your bed and wrapped it around your shoulders.

“Feeling better then love?” He asked, reaching for the remote to put something on for the two of you to watch.

“Very. Thank you Jake, you always take care of me the best,” Leaning up you kissed his cheek before settling back down, tucking your head into his neck and wrapping your arms around him.

“Anything for you doll. Any requests?”

Smiling to yourself you asked, “The Princess Bride?”

And with a gentle laugh Jake found the movie and put it on. “As you wish.”

You spent the rest of the day cuddled together on the couch, watching movies and sharing your favorite snacks. Jake did really know how to make it all better.

#jake kiszka #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka fluff #greta van fleet #greta van fleet fic #josh kiszka #danny wagner #sam kiszka

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casperheights · 2 years ago

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Welcome to your official introduction into the AU/Rewrite of DP known as “Gravewalking.”

This au will be tagged with #gravewalking au

(fun fact I didn’t know that was an actual word until like 2 minutes ago I made it up like 3 months ago as a play on Grimwalkers from TOH)

A little summary of what you’re getting into, at least with season 1 winky face (this is the summary i wrote for when i eventually post this on ao3 or smth): After an accident that leaves Danny with ghostly abilities (because no, there’s no way he’s dead), said creatures seem to be coming out of the woodwork, sometimes quite literally. The 15 year old High School Freshman takes it upon himself to keep the town safe since his accident is the reason they’re getting through. Oh, and he keeps breaking the lights. That’s probably not important.

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OR; A rewrite of Danny Phantom as a fruity No One Knows AU and I’m changing his powers to electricity based. Homie was electrocuted it makes more sense imo

Basic info you might want:

The AU itself: This is a no one knows au!!!! Sam and Tucker do not know. While they heard about the accident, in classic nok aus fashion, Danny is refusing to give them details and is pushing them away. In a classic Finch fashion, I made the death of a ghost correspond to their abilities. As such, Danny has electricity-based powers.

Genre: Superhero, obv, thats what DP is, a little comedy, but mostly HORROR ELEMENTS!!! I love horror. Psychological? Probably. Body? Definitely.

The ghosts: While some ghosts will not make an appearance (most likely at least. Look man i'm still working on it), your favs are going to be completely revamped! Every ghost that will show up I hope to flesh out well :) except maybe one-time villains/cameos. I have created a whole system of ghost typing ranging from Will-o-the-wisps and Shades to Liminals (who are often called, ahem, Gravewalkers) and Lords/Ancients. Each ghost typing has their own abilities and whatnot (think like the ghosts in Phasmophobia). And since some of my typings would BUTCHER a few characters including Danny, ghost types can overlap :D For example, in this au Danny is a liminal banshee, and by the end of the series he’ll be a liminal banshee and [REDACTED]! This mostly applies to higher level ghosts since those are more titular than anything, but it will also apply to a few of the main cast of full ghosts.

The characters: The characters you know and love are back, but a few with a bit more substance. Team Phantom is overall pretty similar, just adjusted to fit headcanons I’ve inserted into the au. Vlad is not an incel anymore and now is taking Daddy Issues to the extreme! This definitely won’t have any negative consequences for Phantom. Oh, hes also like, 5x more manipulative. Danielle is back and BETTER. While I quite liked her in canon, now she makes more sense. Instead of going by “Dani,” she decided to be less confusing and pick a cooler name (her words) and goes by “Elle!” Pronounced like the letter L shes built different (its not because I keep reading “Ellie” wrong or anything). She is also physically the same age as Danny. She also has a dual ghost type, but you can wait for that I’ll do like a proper character intro or smth.

Season 1 (the only season i’m giving you a peak of rn): Season 1 is mostly a learning period for Danny. Unlike canon where the origin story is left to the intro until a retcon in season 2, the Accident is told through flashbacks, Daredevil style. Overall, this season will be the slowest, as it’s more for building the world, establishing characters and motives, and other stuff to make the next seasons flow as well as possible. Think like the Owl House where season 1 has more filler that progressively gets fewer and further between as it continues. This season ends with what very well might be a rewrite of one of everyone’s favourite episodes from canon. You can speculate what one that is.

Hope this sounds interesting. None of it is set in stone atm and if you have any questions about it feel free to ask!!!

#gravewalking au #danny phantom #dp rewrite #danny phantom reboot #no one knows au #danny fenton #i started this on halloween and its gonna be until next before its anywhere near complete #for season ONE #its okay i like suffering

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pleasantanathema · 4 years ago

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Pleasant’s Writer Recs!

I’ve gotten a few asks in my inbox over the past few weeks asking me for writer recs, so I thought the best way to do this was to compile a list of my fav authors on tumblr and rec my favorite fic of theirs! A lot of these amazing authors are moots—I’m very lucky to call many of them close friends. This list could be much longer, and I could go on for days about every single author, but I’ll try to keep it brief. Most all of these authors, like myself, write 18+ only content. Hopefully this can be a useful tool for authors and readers alike looking for amazing fanfic 💕

@bakatenshii | Angel is so phenomenal with her writing that I almost can’t put her style and amazing ability into words (but I’ll try). Angel’s work is beautiful, masterful, full of poetry, elegance, and smut that will all leave you gasping. Fav Fic: Blitz [Ushijima x Reader]

@blahkugo | Sunnt, Thunnth, Sunny, whatever you call her, she is brilliant. No one writes Tsukishima quite like she does. She is beyond creative and her writing style flows like the sexiest water, it’ll make you thirsty and quench your aches. Fav Fic: Tower [Tsukishima x Reader]

@deathcab4daddy | Tay is all about details, details, details. She fills in every gap and paints gorgeous, sexy pictures and situations for the reader to feel immersed in. Fav Fic: Cerulean Blue [Akaashi x Reader]

@dymphnasprose | Dymphna is all about fun, sex, and slowly filling out her holy bible of smut. She’s amazing at creating realistic sub/dom relationships and her smut almost always comes with a healthy dose of build-up. Fav Fic: Green Scrunchies [Ukai x Reader]

@enjifuckersupreme | Ketsl reigns supreme over pure, unadulterated porn. They are phenomenal at making me the reader wet, and every fic is crafted with so much care. Enji fuckers should bow down at their feet, no one loves and writes Enji like Ketsl. Fav Fic: Attitude Adjustment [Enji x Reader]

@hisoknen | Raph is one of the first dark blogs I ever started reading, and she never, ever disappoints. She writes pieces that chill you to the bone, but warms your sex- her writing is casual, smooth, and realistic, always giving you everything you need, but leaving you wanting a little more. Fav Fic: Sleeping Beauty [Dabi x Reader]

@hoe-doroki | Ana is one of the sweetest writers I know. Every time I talk to her, she’s working on comfort requests or beta-reading for other people. Her writing is such a pleasure to read, as you can tell she pours love and consideration into every fic for her readers. Fav Fic: Can’t Find My Breath [Bakugou x Reader]

@joyousandverywarlike | Zo...holy fucking shit. Zo is a writer who consistently blows me out of the water with her skill. This woman is a novelist blessing us with juicy, rich smut and love stories like no one else can. She is incredibly poetic and her writing is an absolute joy to read; she also writes amazing fics for black readers and has an amazing voice that she uses for asmr audios! Fav Fic: How We Met [Ushijima x Reader]

@lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten | Leah is an author who takes immense care with her work. She works incredibly hard to craft sexy, healthy bdsm fics for bnha. She is a great blog to go to for bdsm education, and she’s also got a side blog @lemonlordleah-extra-sour for all you extra naughty readers who like the darker side of fanfic. You should also check out her Patreon! Fav Fic: Between the Evergreen [Aizawa x Reader]

@linestrider | Nyki’s work is like smooth water, it’s calming, refreshing, but she also adds a nice, chill bite to it as well with her darker style. Nyki puts such an impressive amount of care into her work; a word is never out of place, every sentence has meaning, every paragraph gives you something new. It was very hard to choose just one fic to recommend. Fav Fic: What’s Said is Said [Hawks x Reader]

@lookslikeleese | Leese is one of the most fun writers on Tumblr, and by that I mean you just have a shitload of fun reading her fics. They are like little, sexy treats to take in right before bed and feel a little more full than you were before. She is also the Cucking Queen. Fav Fic: Cola [Enji x Reader]

@messwriting | Lee is also another fun writer! Her writing is exhilarating to read, and you’d never guess she’s a sexy Brazilian whose second language is English based on how well she writes. She’s a little sex goddess who will give you everything you want and more in every fic. Fav Fic: What We Could’ve Been [Tsukishima x Reader]

@mindninjax | Marquie is a full on sweetie with a sexy side. She. Is. So. Creative. Every fic of hers is so unique and her masterlist is a whole reading experience. She writes Bakugou Katsuki so damn well, she’s a master at characterization, even in au’s. She also writes beautiful fics for black readers. Fav Fic: Bound to You [Bakugou x Reader]

@nekokoafanfictions | I first found Ai on Ao3, and then was fortunate enough to come across their blog here on Tumblr! I’ve said this before in previous rec lists, and I’ll say it again, I still read their fics some nights to fall asleep to, they are just that good, every fic will have you coming back at some point to read it again. Fav Fic: City Lights [Enji x Reader]

@present-mel | The. Queen. Of. Dialogue. Mel is a master at making her fanfic feel real, gritty, sexy, and beautiful all at the same time. This woman pours her heart and soul into fanfic, especially into her Erwin series Fragments of Memories. I was so captivated by her work that I just had to become her friend, her work is enchanting and thrilling. Fav Fic: Until the Fire Played [Enji x Reader]

@rat-suki | Annie makes me horny. Like, real horny. Her smut is fantastic and are often little thrill rides within themselves. Fuck rollercoasters, just go to Annie’s masterlist to find a joy ride. Fav Fic: Hell Fire [Enji x Reader]

@rivendell101 | I’m such a big fan of Alisha, that I sent her a request months ago before we even became friends. This author knows how to craft a story, her work is very meticulous with details and her plots are always so spot on. Fav Fic: Sweet Thing [Natsuo x Reader]

@smutbardpeach | Smutbard is the most accurate title for Peach, as her fics read like poetry and song, filled with beautiful language, imagery, and allusions to the brim. If you’re ever looking for something romantic, sensual, delightful, and just overall magnificent to read, this is the blog to go to. Peach’s work is like reading poetry and classics right off the shelf. Fav Fic: Truth in Wine [Hizashi x Reader]

@spicyness | Are you thirsty? Do you like fun, sexy headcanons? Ness is the author for you. Ness is so, so fun and sweet, and is active with her followers and is always posting something new and creative for us to nibble at. Her blog is full of fun thirsts and she’s always a joy to see pop-up on my dash. Fav Fic: Pride [Bakugou x Reader]

@sugardaddykenma | Lin has the most amazing brain. I wish I could just...see and understand how she thinks. Her blog is full to the brim with hilarious, iconic, and down right fucking true headcanons for haikyuu characters. Many nights I have stayed up laughing my ass off and saying “why is that so true?” while reading through her astonishingly creative work. Fav Fic: Haikyuu on Drugs

@thewheezingwyvern | Wyv is a writer who gets straight to the point; her words are poignant, meaningful, and always paint a very clear picture. She is a Shinsou and Aizawa lover/fucker all the way to her core, and she’s amazing at bringing those characters to life in her work. Fav Fic: Salt Lines [Aizawa & Shinsou x Reader]

@thisisthehardestthing | Claudia is one of the most talented writers I have ever met. Period. She has a vocabulary, a depth, an ability to craft the most intense, alluring, and magnificent fanfic you’ve ever read. Most of her work doesn’t even seem like fanfic, it reads like love letters stuffed into the pages of a book that stand the test of time with her marvelous writing abilities. She always awes me, as every single fic is unique and powerful it its own way. Fav Fic: Tocka [Tanaka x Reader]

@tomurasprincess | The Queen of Darkness herself, Mari is amazing at fulfilling all of your dark desires. I’ve never met anyone else who is as active as she is with her followers, as she’s constantly pushing herself to answer requests and give people exactly what they want to see. She has such an expansive masterlist, any dark fic lover can find something worthwhile from her! She’s almost made a Shigaraki fucker out of me, almost. Fav Fic: Wraith’s Touch [Shigaraki x Reader]

@undermattsun | Miki taught me what a skate rat is. Do I understand it yet? Not really, but I fucking like it. Miki is so much fun and is always active with her followers, giving out awesome thirsts, visuals, and headcanons for her fav haikyuu characters. Fav Fic: Flavor of the Month [Matsukawa x Reader]

@vixen-scribbles | Vixen is someone who cares about everyone around her, and her blog reflects that. Amongst all her amazing writing, you’ll always find her recommending her friends and supporting other writers. Her writing is fucking sexy, she knows her way around the bedroom when it comes to fics, and she’s got a lengthy masterlist to fawn over. Fav Fic: Take All of Me [Ushijima x Reader]

@whats-her-quirk | Truly, the best has been saved for last. June’s work is the heart and soul of classic, fucking amazing fanfic. I can’t even explain how much I love her fics, like they will put the biggest smile on your face and have your thighs rubbing together in anticipation. June is writing her fantasies and having fun, and we are privileged to enjoy the ride with her. She knocked kinktober out of the fucking park, with each fic being a new, fresh delight. Fav Fic: Once in a Blue Moon [Karasuno x Reader Gangbang]

This list could honestly be twice as long, and perhaps in the future I’ll make a companion to it as I meet new authors and read more amazing fanfic. Please give all these authors a follow or at least check out their blogs. 💖

#writer recs #bnha #haikyuu #attack on titan #fanfiction #bnha fanfic #hq fanfic #aot fanfiction #bnha x reader #haikyuu x reader #aot x reader #amazing writers #pleasant speaks #my hero academia #haikyuu!!#my hero academia fanfic

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sillyrabbit81 · 3 years ago

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Hi dear

I'm a big fan of your writing, especially the way you write Sy. Love it. If you are still taking prompts, I have one.

How would Henry and his characters react to having an Erectile dysfunction?

I think that topic is not being discussed enough.

🖤🖤🖤

Thanks for the ask Anon. I was having trouble with this ask so I discussed it with @henryobsessed and we worked on it together. To be fair, she did most of it! If you haven’t read any of her work I suggest you visit her blog and take a look at her Masterlist . She is a great friend and has a wonderful perspective and a unique style. I love her!

@henryobsessed here I have to interject and have my say too, I loved this request, it was so much fun finding creative ways to discuss a delicate subject. And for the record I may have done more characters but @sillyrabbit81 wrote more words per character HAHAHA. You are a wonderful Friend and Cavill sister you inspire and push me to be myself and I cannot be more grateful. That being said have fun reading guys 😊

Summary: Situations in which Henry and his characters suffer erectile dysfunctions

Word Count: approx 3k

Warnings: smut, masturbation (m), oral sex (m and f receiving), anal play, p in v sex, bad medical advice, incorrect use of prescription medication, bodily fluids, period sex, drunk sex, Dom/sub relationship, descriptions of violence and death,

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Erectile Dysfunction Headcanon

Henry Cavill

Henry had been filming for months and now he was headed home for a week’s break. You sat there waiting in the tinted people mover, as Henry was ushered to the car. Lights blinded you as the door opened, he climbed in, and smiling a weary grin, he pulled you into a big bear hug. He missed you so much.

That night, he fell into your arms in a passionate embrace. You had both craved each other, missing one another’s touch. As the night progressed, you noticed things were different. For the first forty minutes you were ecstatic, he had bought you to orgasm three times. Your body was super sensitive, but every time he seemed to be close himself, the phone would ring, indicating someone needed him. You had switched it off after an hour, having enough, and wanting his undivided attention.

Henry had managed to stay hard, but after an hour and a half, it was beginning to be painful for you, and he seemed no closer. Eventually, he flopped beside you, drained from the physical exertion.

“I don’t know what’s wrong. It’s like I’m right there, but I can’t let go.”

You brought him into your arms, and caressing his back said, “Don’t worry love. It will be ok. Just give yourself a day, and maybe we can shut your phone off. I think the stress it is causing you might be a big part of the problem.”

He huffed at the thought. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe.” He sighed and soon you heard soft snores spilling from his lips.

Walter Marshall

It had been a long day, scratch that a long month. Walter had been working day and night to catch a serial killer. That night as he came home, he couldn’t forget the latest victim. What they had found had turned his stomach. In all the years he had been on the force, nothing could have prepared him for what they found that night.

Arriving home he collapsed on the bed, he was so physically exhausted, and for once sleep immediately consumed him. He woke nearly twelve hours later to the smell of bacon, eggs, and coffee. He groaned; he had forgotten it was his two-year anniversary with you. Walking into the bathroom he washed his face, staring at the blood shot eyes reflected back at him.

“Come on man, get it together. You promised her,” Walter tried to fire himself up. It was no use, he was spent. Sighing, he walked into the kitchen wrapped his arms around you and breathed in the soft floral scent in your hair. For the first time in days, he felt a spark within himself, and although the horrific images still played on his mind, he felt a slight peace. He kissed your head, relieved, something could still reach him, something was still good. “Happy anniversary, love,” he growled.

After a wonderful breakfast, Walter sat on the couch with you and the two of you cuddled while watching a movie. His eyes kept sliding shut, his exhaustion made worse by his full belly. His fatigue became even more apparent when after reaching your hand beneath the blanket, you could not bring his flaccid muscle to attention.

Normally this situation would turn heated quickly, you had a way with your tongue that often had him begging for more. But Walter couldn’t get rid of the images in his mind, the battered and dismembered bodies, and the fact they were no closer to catching the killer weighed most heavily on his thoughts.

After half an hour of you trying to arouse him, Walter said in a resigned voice, “Sorry love, I don’t think I can.” With eyes that spoke of immense pain he looked at you and asked, “Could we please just cuddle? I think I need that more than anything right now.” In that moment he knew you were the one for him. He had expected huffing or crying because you thought you weren’t good enough or you asking him to please you. Instead, you had adjusted your position, so he was tucked into your body, holding him close while your hand stroked his curls.

A calm filled his soul as you whispered, “I am here for whatever you need my love. Rest now.”

Captain Syverson

You were just about to turn the light off and go to sleep when you heard the front door open with a crash and heard a rough curse. You grin, Sy was home and wasn’t sober. You knew what that meant, rough, wild, primal fucking. You quickly turn the light off and hide under the covers, well acquainted with the game, you knew how to play your part.

“Where are ya, woman?” Sy’s voice boomed at your bedroom door. “Don’t think you can hide from me. I’m hungry!”

You peek out from under the blanket, Sy had turned the light on again and was quickly undressing. You lick your lips, watching your big furry ox as he dropped his jeans, and his cock was revealed already on its way to being hard. Turning suddenly, he saw you, and you yelped covering your face again. “I see you woman, don’t play shy!” You giggle nervously, excited, your core already dampening with arousal.

Sy pulls the covers back and smirks as he sees you’re already naked waiting for him, “You’re a cheeky little thing ain’tcha?” You bite your lip, opening your legs slightly, inviting him in. Grabbing your ankles, he pulls you down the bed and gets on his knees. A low growl emanates from his throat before he dives between your legs feasting on you with an eagerness that brings you swiftly to your peak.

Licking at his lips and sucking on his glistening whiskers, he stands up pumping his cock getting it ready. Your brows pull together, puzzled, he’s always hard when he eats you out. You don’t have time to dwell on it because he’s soon ready. Sy flips you onto your knees before he enters and begins his assault on your core.

Something is wrong though, you can feel him falling out of you. Did he cum already? Sy mumbles curses, pulling out and you turn around and see him fisting himself again as he slips his fingers inside you. In a few moments he is hard again, removing his fingers and replacing it with his cock. You sigh, relieved, as he builds his rhythm, and you hear him start to groan. But soon, it happens again, and try as he might he just can’t stay hard.

“Fuck,” Sy growls. You turn around and see the look on his face, a mix of frustration and embarrassment that melts your heart. “I think I drank too much Sugar,” he says, running his hand over his short hair. “Fuck. This hasn’t happened… Fuck!”

“Hey!” you say sharply to get his attention.

“What?” Sy replies just as sharply, but he doesn’t look at you.

“It’s fine, Baby,” you assure him. You see him jut his jaw and you reach up and cup his cheeks, making him look at you. “It’s ok. You’re just a little too drunk,” you smile and give him a soft kiss. “It happens.”

“Not to me it don’t.”

“It’s not forever,” you say. “Come on, let’s go to sleep. I’m sure it’ll be back normal in the morning.” You kiss him again and pull his head down to whisper in his ear, “maybe you could wake me up like you did last week.” You pull back and smirk raising your eyebrows.

Sy grins, still a little sheepish, but there was a hint of mischief in his eyes again, “You’re a good thing, Sugar.” He kisses your forehead and says, “I love you.”

Geralt of Rivia

Geralt had never in his life had this happen before. The bar maid who had eagerly agreed to keep his bed warm on this cold winter’s night, gaped in confusion.

How could it be? She thought, All the myths about Witcher’s said they were virile and could last most of the night. She had been consumed with the thought ever since The White Wolf had arrived in the area and was quick to accept his offer to take her to his bed. She was bitterly disappointed and pouted at Geralt. Her sweet, plump lips alone should have been enough to make his cock stand, but tonight it lay unmoving, and useless.

That blasted sorcerer, it must have been him who had cast a curse on Geralt. It could be the only explanation for his inadequate showing. Looking at the poor wench beside him, Geralt pitied her. She had been most eager to satisfy his needs tonight, giving a valiant effort to arouse him. No matter, he had other ways to enjoy bringing her to the height of pleasure. Granted he didn’t normally concern himself with their needs as his own normally coincided with theirs. But tonight, his fingers, and tongue would be adequate until he broke the curse and returned to give her what she truly deserved.

Mike

The party had been epic, the drinks flowed, pot was smoked in abundance and Mike had managed to capture the attentions of a wonderful long legged blonde beauty. She helped him back to her apartment and his heart rate raised as she slowly stripped him, leaving him in all his naked glory. Laying on the bed he watched as she did a strip tease for him, her perky breasts bouncing as she jiggled her ample peach in his face.

But something was wrong, the situation was right, she was right but… he held his hand out to the two or was it three beauties before him. One took his hand as he guided her to sit in his lap. He caressed her as they kissed, his tongue violating her mouth with as much enthusiasm as his inebriated self could manage. Even with her grinding against him nothing happened.

“Shit” he swore.

The girl frowned and her lips seemed to move in twisted patterns which stilled again before she snickered. An evil cackle reverberated in her throat and her face twisted into that of a demented creature. “Can’t get it up, boy?” she taunted as she continued to laugh. She collected his clothes and managed to push him out of her bedroom and into the night. Standing in the cold with only his briefs covering his body, he stumbled as he began his walk of shame home.

August Walker

August Walker was hands down, far and away, the greatest lover you have ever had. He was the only man who had ever been able to keep up with you, your average session lasting for four hours. He was able to cum and get hard again faster than any guy you had ever been with too.

But being with August meant following The Rules. There were many Rules, rules which governed how you would dress when you saw him, how you were groomed, how you were to address him and when you could contact him. There were punishments too, but you had been a good girl, never broken any of his rules, so you never gave the punishments a thought.

One of the many Rules was absolutely no snooping. He said it was for your protection as much for his privacy. You didn’t know exactly how August made his money, but you assumed it had to be from some sort of illegal activity. So, you obeyed this rule as you did the others until one evening after a marathon session, you realised you got your period. You were shocked August hadn’t said anything, clearly he had continued to fuck you while you were bleeding. You started opening his bathroom cupboards searching for a tampon or pad or something, hoping you wouldn’t have to stuff your panties with toilet paper until you got home.

You opened the cupboard behind the mirror and were surprised to see a pill bottle with little blue tablets. You recognised them and after checking the label and confirming it you were speechless. August used Viagra? But, it didn’t seem possible that he would need it, his stamina was out of this world… unless…

“What do you think you are doing Petal?” August said from the doorway, a box of tampons and a towel was in his hands.

Quickly recovering your senses, you grabbed the box and towel out of his hands and kissed his cheek saying, “Looking for those. Thank you, August.”

Quicker than you thought possible you were bent over the counter, cheek pushed into the stone benchtop. “You found my pills,” August said coldly. Leaning his body over yours, his weight pushed down on you, holding you in place as he kicked your legs apart. You muffled a cry as you felt him hard again against your ass. “I don’t need them, for most women, Petal. But for particularly slutty, insatiable, cock hungry brats such as yourself, it’s a necessary assistance.”

“I didn’t mean to pry,” you murmured, hoping he would take pity on you. Tears welled in your eyes as his finger pressed against your ass, forcing your tight muscles apart and you cried as he entered you. “I’m sorry, August.”

“My dear sweet, Pet,” August grunted as he violated you with a second finger. “If you aren’t sorry now, you will be.”

Napoleon Solo

Napoleon had been watching the siren from a distance all night. Her lithe body commanded all around to her attention. After she finished singing her call to the night goddess, he made his move. Two drinks in hand he set his sights and went in for the kill.

The two danced, drank and now were in her apartment, laid out on her bed he was happily pleasing her, mouth buried between her delicious thighs. His tongue flicked expertly over her button bringing her to climax, exciting his body, he climbed forward and for the first time that night claimed her lips. They kissed passionately until something changed, his mind grew foggy, and his cock deflated.

“Aww, is the great Casanova having trouble?” she laughed her sweet siren song changing to a bitter retort. His confused eyes tried to fix on hers as she began to distort, her last words filling his gut with fear. “Don’t worry love. I’ll take good care of you Napoleon Solo.”

Clark Kent

Clark was in college and his new friend Tommy was egging him on to take Crystal out for a date. He couldn’t understand why the cheerleader wanted to take him out. He wasn’t anything special as far as she knew, but she had been flirting with him all week.

Dinner was nice and Clark was surprised when Crystal suggested they return to her share house for dessert. Nervous as he was around her, he was pleased when after ice cream he had allowed her to talk him into a make out session in her room. They had only been in the room a few moments when he had felt strange. They had been kissing, it was enjoyable, but his stomach had begun to feel off and he felt unusually tired and weak.

The more they kissed the more frustrated he was to realise he wasn’t getting a rise out of his little friend. He noticed a pendant hanging on the wall near her bed, the green stone glowed eerily at him giving him a bad vibe. After a few more moments he politely excused himself, saying he must have eaten something off. Clarke murmured apologies and gave promises that he would call her and he left. Strangely, by the time he left her house he felt better, as if he had never felt ill at all. He was only a little upset that he had ruined his chances with Crystal, something about that pendant made him hope he would never see it again.

Charles Brandon

Charles sat in the apothecary rooms, wondering what he had gotten himself in for. The King had recommended him when Charles confided in his friend of his problem.

“So young man, why are you here?” the old man asked, his face kind but stern.

“Well, I’ve been having trouble, when I pee it burns and well, I can get an erection, but it deflates quickly and sometimes I cannot get one at all. I’m also having abdominal pain.”

The old man chuckled. After examining the affected area, he turned to his wall of potions. Pulling together some salves, and powdered herbs he turned to address the Charles. “Here, rub this on the affected area twice a day, and drink this tea three times a day.” The apothecary paused and said with a grin, “And finally, give the ladies from court a rest for a bit, you will regain your vigour again.”

Shame and chagrin filled Charles as he pulled his coverings back over his privates. Taking the medicines, he snuck out of the room trusting that no one saw him, and hoping against all hope, that this would work.

Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock sits back in satisfaction, marvelling at his new invention. Based on some literature he read from the America’s he perfected the design and made it fit himself perfectly.

Having commissioned the glass tube and rubber attachments, the contraption worked by winding a small handle, creating the necessary suction to create a vacuum, pooling enough blood into his cock to make it erect. By placing a rubber ring at the base of his shaft, he found he was able to maintain an erection for approximately thirty minutes. He could even bring himself to orgasm by his own hand.

It really was a delightful invention. Now, he just had to find that little vixen of a maid and see if it worked with her too. Perhaps he should try and use her mouth first.

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angryschnauzer · 4 years ago

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Castle Under The Stars

Summary: You always worry when its a full moon and your husband is away on assignment, but this full moon is different as he comes home to be with you. Will it be for good? And just how much fun can two werewolves get up to during the full moon when they have a child to look after?

A continuation of Moonlight On The Sand

Pairing: Werewolf Captain Syverson x Werewolf Female Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral Sex, Outdoor Sex, Werewolves, Breeding, Breeding Kink.

Typos are free range and organic, allowed to run wild and free. I do not operate a tag list but if you follow @angryschnauzerwrites and put that blog onto notifications, you’ll get an alert each time i post something new. Past works can also be found there.

Castle Under The Stars

You stepped out onto the back porch and propped the door open with a boot, the warm summer's breeze blowing softly at the net curtains on the kitchen windows, bringing in the scent of the roses in from the garden. Wiping your hands on your apron before hanging it on the little hook by the door, you grabbed your garden shears and flower basket, and headed out with bare feet onto the cool grass. The windows of your cabin all stood open, allowing the warm breeze to flow through the house, but also so you could hear if your little one cried from his nursery.

Quietly you stood and let the breeze push your light skirt against your legs as you carefully selected roses from the overloaded bushes. Small clouds skidded across the night sky, and for a moment you turned your face to feel the soft moonlight on your skin. The reflection of the sun's rays on its surface from orbit made your skin prickle, as if someone was pouring champagne over your limbs, but that was as far as your transformation would go, with the exception of the ring of fire in your irises.

You had been Sixteen when you had been turned. On a geology camping field trip, nature had literally callen and as you’d been in the bushes relieving yourself that’s when the lupine had got you. It took a few months to realise what had happened, and it was only when your monthly period bleed coincided with a full moon did you turn. With irregular cycles through your teens and early twenties, you probably only turned twice, maybe three times a year, but eventually you got used to it.

It had however been a bit of a shock to your new husband, Sy, when you had turned for the first time. He’d knocked you up on the first day he met you, so it took a good 11 months before your cycle had come back, two months after the birth of your precious baby boy. That first night had been a challenge; dealing with a newborn whilst both parents were howling at the moon, however you were thankful that Edith who lived in the cabin down the lane knew of these things, and upon hearing the howling had rushed over in her nightgown.

Since then Edith had been like a surrogate mother and grandmother, as it turned out her late husband had the lupine tendencies too. Your deployment had ended whilst you were on maternity leave and you’d chosen to leave the Army entirely rather than take a desk job. Sy was special ops and in the middle of another deployment, but you had no idea when that would finish because of the nature of his assignment. Looking up at the moon you wondered where he was, hoping he was coping with the full moon and his monthly transformation. You weren’t ashamed to admit you actually really enjoyed when he was at home for a full moon; he was even more attentive and the sex was mind blowing. Standard sex with Sy left you bow legged and exhausted, but with the added power of the moon… well, it was out of this world and you’d had orgasms so strong you’d actually passed out a couple of times.

The sounds of the occasional truck on the highway a couple of hundred feet away sporadically filled the night, and you thought about that time Sy had driven out to the lake with you and you’d spent the night fucking under the moonlight in the flatbed which he’d covered with blankets and throw pillows. You’d been seven months pregnant but good god it was some of the best sex you’d ever had.

As you shifted to reach a particularly large rose you could feel your panties stick to you, just the thought of Sy was making you wet and ready. You wished you knew when he would be home, taking matters into your own hands wasn’t nearly as satisfying as the real thing from the man you loved.

Just then you heard a pair of owls hooting in the distance, a truck on the highway honking its horn, so you didn’t notice the sound of tyres on the long grassy driveway that ran up the hill to the cabin. Humming to yourself you were running your fingertips over the soft petals of a trailing white rose when the first hint of his scent reached you on the wind. It made you stop and doubt yourself, before it hit again and you felt the heat in the pit of your stomach bloom. Dropping the basket and shears on the grass you ran to the front of the cabin, the breeze catching at your skirts before you finally saw him, standing at the open gate to the garden, his large duffel hanging from his shoulder, the fire in his eyes as he finally saw you.

“Sy!”

He let the bag drop to the floor as you ran into his arms, launching yourself at him, your legs were wrapped around his thick waist as you kissed him. His deep laugh as you peppered his face with soft kisses, the tears of happiness rolling down your cheeks;

“I’m here Darlin’” he practically growled, and that’s when you remembered the moon.

Pulling back you looked him in the eyes, the golden ring of fire matching your own, and as he took long strides across the grass you felt the coupling connection again, just like that first night in the desert.

He set you down on the lawn, laying you softly on the grass as he pressed open mouthed kisses down your neck. Grasping the front of your dress he let out a growl as he ripped the garment clean in two, humming his appreciation at your swollen breasts where you were still breastfeeding and soft belly, before your soaked panties met the same fate as your dress. His lips continued their path down your body, until he reached the apex of your thighs and inhaled deeply, his eyes shining bright in the moonlight before he dived in and licked a wide stripe through your soaked folds. There under the soft caress of the moon’s rays your lupine husband pulled the first of many orgasms from your body that night, surrounded by the wild calls of nature and the overwhelming scent of the roses.

Sitting at the kitchen table, the morning sunlight streamed in through the windows as you flipped the pancakes on the skillet, smiling as you watched your two boys have breakfast. Michael sat in his high chair, babbling away as Sy seemingly understood every word of gibberish that came from his son’s lips.

Sliding the pancakes onto a plate, you set it down on the table before you felt a strong arm around your waist and Sy pulled you across his lap, his massive hands smoothing over your bare thighs where all you wore were panties and his t-shirt;

“Steady there Darlin, making me want more than just pancakes for breakfast if you’re walkin’ around in just this”

Just then there was a knock at the screen door, all three of you turning to see Edith smiling and waving from the other side;

“Edith! Come in girl, been looking forward to seeing ya!” Sy called out, a huge grin on his face that got even bigger when he spied the basket she was carrying covered in a red and white checkered napkin.

You reluctantly climbed off your husband's lap, excusing yourself to quickly grab your robe as Sy and Edith talked;

“Big Sy, i knew it was your truck that rumbled past my cabin last night”

“Was indeed, home with my girl and my little man” he paused as Edith set the basket onto the table; “Those aren’t….?”

“They sure are” she pulled the napkin up and underneath were her famous peanut butter and chocolate chip cookies.

Sy quickly pulled one from the basket and snapped it in two, handing half to Michael who happily chewed on the freshly baked treat.

“Hmmmnnnn, Edith, i could get used to these”

“You staying this time Sy?”

“I sure am Edith”

“Does she know?”

“Nope, wanna surprise her later”

“Moon’ll be up again tonight, you want me to watch Mikey?”

Just then you walked into the room, catching the last of the conversation;

“Are you sure?”

Edith stood and smiled, rubbing a finger over Michael’s chubby little cheek;

“Absolutely, why don’t I drop by after he’s had his supper?”

Setting Edith up with everything she would need for an evening of watching Jeopardy as your son slept peacefully in his crib, you grabbed the picnic basket and blanket and gave Michael a kiss, before stepping out into the night air. Sy had already taken off, with the moon rising before sundown he got antsy, but he would meet you at the lake. He’d set everything up ready, and just told you to drive his truck down, he’d set off on foot earlier, wanting to burn some energy in the calmness of nature.

The truck's tyres crunched on the gravel as you parked up, the lake a still mirror for the pink purple skyline as the sun set behind the mountains in the distance. But none of those were what you were looking at, no, what drew your attention was your husband quietly sitting on a rock at the shoreline, his boots resting beside him as he let his feet cool in the waters. With your sandals left in the truck you walked across the soft sand before reaching the shoreline, sitting beside him as he wrapped his big arm around your shoulders.

“Sy, what are you thinking about?”

He looked at you, his smile warm as his eyes shone amber in the low light;

“Lots of things Darlin… how lucky i am to have you in my life, how i don’t think i could have coped with what happened if it hadn’t been for you”

“Oh Sy…” your eyes watered; “I love you so much”

“I love you too Darlin. You and Mikey are my world…” he paused, poignantly; “There’s something else i wanna tell ya Darlin…”

For a moment you heart sank, dreading what he was going to say;

“Sy…”

“Ya know how Walt’s construction business is expanding and he needs a new site manager?”

“What?” whatever you were expecting, it wasn’t that

“Well, i got a surprise…” he pulled you onto his lap, his hands resting on your ass; “I’m done with the Army”

“No! You’d better not be fibbing…” your eyes were full to the brim, nervous tears threatening to spill

“Not fibbing… i’m done. Wanted to keep it a surprise until i knew for sure that the assignment was completed”

Crying happy tears you wrapped your arms around your husbands shoulders, burying your face in his neck as you sobbed joyfully that he wasn’t going away again.

When you had finally settled down and Sy had reassured you for the 10th time that it was definitely true, he was definitely staying home for good, the pair of you stood and started to walk along the shore of the lake barefoot, the warm sand beneath your feet as you clasped your hand around his.

The gentle sound of the water coupled with the feel of your skin touching his calmed Sy, even though the moon was out high above the pair of you, he didn’t feel the need to turn, the sense of utter contentment a balm on his soul. As you had rounded the lake he stumbled on a pebble, and in turn a giggle escaped your lips. Steadying himself he smirked and kicked at the water, splashing you a little as you let out a shriek at the cool water hitting your warm skin. Retaliating you splashed him a little more than you were expecting, soaking one side of his cargo shorts and he paused and looked at you with a feral smile spreading across his lips;

“Oh, now you’re in for it Darlin…”

Your legs carried you as you ran through the surf, knowing Sy would eventually catch you, yet the thrill was in the chase. You could hear his heavy footfalls gaining on you, but you had the advantage of being light on your feet and made a sharp turn into the woodland, the soft grass beneath your feet dry and coarse. You realised he wasn’t behind you and you slowed, turning to try and figure out where he went, when suddenly he emerged from the bushes, his eyes glowing amber in the darkness and he tackled you to the ground, yet somehow managed to turn your bodies so you were on top of him;

“Gotcha!”

He pulled you down so he could kiss you, turning your bodies until he was on top, shifting his knees so he could nestle between your thighs. Your skirt had rucked up in the tussle, and the harsh brush of his shorts against the soft skin of your thighs had your hips bucking up against him, eager for friction as your arousal grew. With the quick fumbling of eager hands you were both soon naked, Sy kneeling between your spread thighs to take in the sight of you, your nipples hard and your arousal a sheen between your legs. Grabbing your hips he pulled you up his thighs, your back arched and your shoulders still on the ground as he thrust into you, spearing your flesh with his own and you both let out a howl of pleasure.

Sy couldn’t tear his gaze away from where your bodies were joined, watching each time he pulled out and saw your juices glistening on his shaft, or how your cunt stretched open as he pushed this fat dick back into you, parting your walls and you cried out in pleasure. He fucked you like the feral beast he was, claiming his mate and catching the tell tale scent that drove him wild;

“Fuck, you’re ripe… gonna breed you and give you another pup. Thought i caught the scent last night but now i know for sure… can’t wait to see your belly round and your tits even fuller…”

He drove into your fertile body, feeling you cum around him yet he pounded through your orgasm knowing your cervix would be wide open now that you had cum and ready to take his seed. You were whimpering in his grasp, desperate for more but overwhelmed at the same time;

“Sy… please… please put a baby in me…”

“Almost… there… Darlin’...” he grunted through thrusts, before his body went rigid and he threw his head back, filling your womb with pump after pump of his thick seed, a broad smile on his face as he even held you in place knowing that gravity would help get every last drop of cum through your cervix and flood your fertile ground.

When he had finally finished coming he carefully settled the two of you onto the soft grass, holding you tight as your bodies were still joined, knowing that he would stay hard for another two or three goes. By the time he would be finished your bodies would be battered and bruised from the intensity of your lovemaking, yet the power of the moon would ensure by morning you would be healed, no outwardly visible signs that the feral carnality of the nights pleasures left behind, even if it meant you’d be sitting down tenderly on a cushion for the following 48 hours.

It was well into the early hours when the pair of you finally limped back to Sy’s truck, resting your head on his shoulder as he carefully drove home, the moon having set early thanks to its cycle.

When you arrived back at the cabin Edith was having a cigarette on the porch, the baby monitor resting on the rail next to her;

“Got it outta your systems?” she grinned as she took one last drag before crushing it in a plant pot of sand that sat at the doorway.

“For tonight” Sy smirked as he carried you bridal style up the steps of the porch; “Can we book ya for tomorrow night too?”

“Sure thing Big Sy, but you’ll owe me”

“I’ll come fix the drainpipe around your porch once the full moon has passed”

“Deal… you’re a good-un” the old woman smiled as she grabbed her keys and slid the baby monitor into your lap as you quietly snoozed in your husbands arms; “It’ll be a girl this time”

Sy’s eyes went wide;

“How do you…?”

“I just know Sweetheart… my husband wasn’t the only one that’d turn ya’know…”

Sy held you as he watched the old woman make her way down the grassy lane to her cabin;

“She’s full o’ surprises is that one…” he looked down at you and pressed a kiss to your cheek, before catching the screen door with his booted foot; “Lets get you to bed for some rest… gotta recharge for tomorrow night… maybe make it twins…”

You shifted in his grasp;

“That’s not how it works” you mumbled sleepily, a smile on your face, but the truth was neither of you knew how it worked when you were lupine… really, anything could happen.

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kindahoping4forever · 4 years ago

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...Ready For It? // Ashton Irwin

Thank you to everyone who said they wanted to read this story, whether it was in the poll I posted 12 hours ago or when I first posted In My Dreams... You Should See The Things We Do back in June (!) - I actually started working on this not that long after I posted and while the skeleton concept stayed the same, everything else was kind of fluid until last month when I finally felt satisfied with it. As always, thank you to @cal-puddies for listening to me whine and obsess over every detail and for (virtually) slapping me upside the head every time I said I was going to just scrap it (and there were many times, trust.)

Note this is a sequel but I think there’s enough context within this piece that you’d be able to enjoy as a standalone if you haven’t read or forgot what happened during In My Dreams...

Warnings: Sexual tension, frustration and resolution. I couldn’t figure out how to do specific warnings without also spoiling the narrative (yes, really) so this is kind of a blanket fluffy smut warning. The sex is explicit in detail but not extreme in nature. ‘Tis a soft, dirty story you’re about to read. Also yes, Ash wears the mountain pants again and no, I will not apologize.

Word Count: 10,555

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“I can’t say this is how I imagined getting you out of your clothes for the first time but after months of isolation, I’ll take what I can get,” you quip.

Ashton giggles as he peels off his button down shirt, leaving him in a classic white tank. “I can’t say anything about tonight has gone the way I imagined it would,” he confesses. “I’m sorry things have been kind of a bust.”

You try not to blatantly ogle his muscular build as you playfully jab, “You mean, you didn’t spend all that time longing for us to spend hours waiting outside a restaurant for a socially distant table only to be turned away because now it’s closing time and ending up having to eat drive thru burgers in the backseat of your car?”

“With ketchup dripping all over one of my best shirts? And you saving the day with a suspiciously convenient stain remover pen?” He riffs, passing his top to you.

“Exactly how I pictured it,” you shrug, dabbing at his shirt with the aforementioned magic pen. “Shame, our fantasies tend to match up a lot better than this.”

You’d never thought much of long distance relationships and you especially never thought you’d find yourself in one with only a few miles separating you but 2020 had been full of surprises; getting to know Ash had turned out to be the silver lining in an otherwise terrible year.

You’ve each reflected on it plenty and agreed it seems as if your connection was destined to see you both through this strange period. You met at the last party you were invited to before quarantine started, you ran into each other again at the last concert either of you got to attend. Your first date was also your final restaurant meal, the last time you went to a movie was with a group of mutual friends and you sat next to him, giggling like a teenager, intentionally brushing his fingers in the popcorn tub.

When the stay at home order was issued, it didn’t take long for you to check in with each other and while it wasn’t an easy time, you were grateful to build a bond with literally no outside influence. And now after countless texted inside jokes, heart to heart phone calls (and more than a few naughty ones), restrictions had been relaxed and you were finally able to reunite. Only the real world is proving to be a bit more complicated than either of you remember.

“You know, I’m not usually a ‘hop in the backseat on a first date’ kind of gal, but this is pretty fun,” you joke.

Ashton grins. “If it makes you feel any better, I think technically this is maybe our third or fourth date?”

“Anything pre-quarantine doesn’t count,” you shake your head insistently. “That was a lifetime ago, another world. I cook now, I go for walks, I do crosswords now. Whoever you went out with in The Before Times - I don’t know her.”

His loud laugh fills the car and the warmth of it overwhelms you; after months of hearing it through a speaker, you can’t believe you’re finally getting to witness it in person.

"So if we’re starting over at square one, then what’s the explanation for that kiss you laid on me when I picked you up?” He teases.

“I’m a complex woman, I feel like you should know that by now,” you reply with a coy shrug, handing him his now stain free shirt.

The two of you finish your meals, chatting happily and making non-stop jokes about what a fail your date was. You’re relieved at how natural things are flowing; you knew there was undeniable chemistry but part of you was still nervous about getting used to being around each other - another person, even - again. But beyond the standard date jitters, things were comfortable and familiar.

Your anxiety briefly returns as he pulls the car into your driveway. Of course you want to invite him in, you’ve been waiting so long to invite him in but things just feel… off. You turn, ready to offer an apologetic goodnight but before you get a chance, he’s turning to look at you sheepishly.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this but would you mind if we maybe called it a night?” He rushes out, nervously running a hand through his hair. You watch him, fascinated. You’re still not used to how long his hair got in quarantine and you’re definitely not used to seeing him bashful. “I know we joked about it and I appreciate you being cool about everything but I really did want to give you the night out you deserve… and that just didn’t happen. I’d like to try again.”

Your heart swells at his sincerity; he’d always been so genuine and open over the phone, but it’s almost overwhelming experiencing it while he’s looking into your eyes. “Have I never told you that ketchup stains are one of my biggest turn ons?” You tease, hoping to ease some of his obvious embarrassment. “Hey, we’ve waited this long, what’s a little bit longer?”

A little bit longer ends up being the following weekend. It turns out, coming up with romantic and yet responsibly distanced date ideas is harder than either of you thought. With you both having the luxury of working from home and generally not having to venture out unless absolutely necessary, you both decide you’re most comfortable with eliminating the public out of the equation as much as you can.

You settle on a short hike followed by a picnic and when you open your front door you realize just how unprepared you are for the concept of Morning Ash. You smile to yourself as you realize that he must have overslept as his face is still adorably puffy from sleeping, hair still wet from the shower. Yesterday’s five o’clock shadow is still present - he must have been running so late he had to forego his morning shave. The thought of waking up next to him looking like this pops into your mind, that soon you could be the reason he’s running late in the morning and your stomach actually drops.

You push your thoughts aside as you move to greet him with a hug; his cologne is prominent and obviously freshly sprayed and you think to yourself that you're excited to smell like him for the rest of the day.

“Got a surprise for you in the car,” he murmurs.

You’re in the middle of wondering how he makes even a simple white t-shirt look devastating when he opens the passenger door for you. Before you even climb in, you’re instantly greeted by the smell of fresh coffee and breakfast burritos and he chuckles at the way your face lights up.

“Flowers seemed too formal for a morning date, I figured caffeine and grease was just as nice.”

“I’ve never felt more seen by a partner,” you smile, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a sweet, slow kiss.

You start to pull away to get in the car but Ashton snakes his arms around you and draws you back in for a few more smooches. “Figure we should get as many of these in as we can now, those burritos are no joke,” he laughs.

It’s a bit of a drive to get to a hiking trail that seemed unlikely to be crowded but you don’t mind. After months of waiting to be in this man’s presence, the more time you can spend with him the better. The trip passes quickly, with the two of you basking in each other’s company, play-arguing over playlists and agreeing that “when this is all over” you should plan a road trip together.

“Looks like we’ve got the place to ourselves,” he observes, pulling the car into the empty lot. He’s first out of the car and you hear a distinct “UGH” from him as soon as he steps out. He sees your puzzled look through the windshield as he walks around to your side to open your door. “I didn’t expect it to be so fuckin’ hot,” he explains.

You get out and instantly scrunch up your face as a gust of hot wind breezes over you. “Well, we did travel more inland, I guess it makes sense it’d be a little warmer,” you reason.

You commiserate about the weather and then Ash starts gathering your things from the trunk of the car, taking non-essentials out of your backpacks since the heat is going to make your hike a lot less leisurely than planned.

Despite the weather, the first portion of your hike is nice: you stroll and talk, enjoying the scenery and your time together. Ashton brought his camera with him and you catch him sneaking a few photos of you along the trail so you teasingly start snapping an excessive amount of pics of him using your phone.

As you get closer to the area you planned on stopping at for lunch, the heat starts getting more and more intense. The morning clouds have now dissipated and the sun is bright and unrelenting, causing the conversation to drag as you both start breathing a little more labored, focusing on getting to your stopping point as quickly as possible. It takes a lot longer than expected and by the time you reach your picnic spot, you’re both exhausted and covered in sweat.

You spread a blanket on the ground and immediately throw yourself on it, grateful for a chance to rest. You look up and see Ash peeling off his t-shirt and draping it over a rock in hopes it will dry before you have to head back.

Normally you’d be silently reprimanding yourself for staring at his bare flesh on display but truthfully all you’re thinking about is how much skin he’s exposing to the sun. “Think we left the sunscreen in the car,” you declare, sitting up to dig through your stuff. “As much as I’m enjoying the show, you’re gonna get fried if you don’t throw that back on.”

He sprawls out on the blanket next to you. “We’re shaded, it’ll be fine,” he insists, pulling his sweat-soaked hair back with a rubber band from his wrist.

The picnic is pleasant but far from the romantic adventure you’d envisioned. You’d hoped the two of you would be laughing under a tree, eating a delicious meal as an equally delicious breeze grazes your skin. The reality is the two of you sitting in silence because you’re so uncomfortable under the unforgiving sunshine, eating food that you would’ve preserved better had you known about the weather, as a hot wind scorches your skin. The part of you that had fantasized about sneaking in a heated makeout can’t get enough of the irony that this date is definitely heated, just not in the way it should’ve been.

With the peak temperature of the day still to come, you agree to call it and head for the car already; Ash puts his shirt back on and you notice him wincing as he moves his obviously sunburned skin, but you choose to say nothing.

The trek back is quiet, both of you physically drained and a bit mentally defeated at yet another date gone awry. At one point, you stop in a shaded area to catch your breath and you give him a quick kiss. “Had fun,” you say quietly. He offers you a soft smile in return.

The drive home is equally lowkey, the discontent and exhaustion of the day filling where there should be sexual tension. He knows the mood has deflated considerably so he doesn’t even ask you to come back to his, he just drives you home.

The car pulls into your driveway and you turn to him. “Think we’re cursed or something?” Your voice is joking but he can detect the undertone of worry.

Ash gives you a bright smile that’s instantly a comfort. “Nah… maybe cursed with too much ambition and insufficient planning skills but I have no doubt this is exactly where I’m meant to be.” He reaches for your hand, interlacing your fingers and kissing your knuckles.

He walks you to your door and gives you a long kiss that almost has you reconsidering inviting him in. “We got this,” he whispers.

You ruffle his hair. “I’ve also got aloe you can borrow for these sunburns, how are you even able to move?” You laugh, unlocking your door.

A few days pass before either of you broach the subject of another date; you’re finally the one to bring it up and you both agree on a simple dinner at home for the next night.

“Third time’s a charm, right?” You joke as he opens the door.

He draws you in for a slow kiss as you step inside. You murmur when you feel his facial hair brush against you; his beard is fuller than when you last saw him and you suspect he may have quit shaving simply based on the reaction you’d had to the look on your date. “Well, we’re already off to a good start, I’d say,” he comments against your lips.

You’ve only ever seen Ashton’s house in the background of your video chats and when he notices you looking around with fascination, he excitedly offers to give you a tour. You swear you can actually hear your heart going pitter patter as he proudly escorts you around, sharing funny memories about his friends involving each room or telling elaborate stories about different trinkets he owns. You can tell he’s missed entertaining people in his home and you’re so happy that you’re able to fill that void for him tonight.

You follow him to the kitchen. “Smells amazing, must be quite the dish,” you tease, knowing full well you sent him the “secret” recipe for your grandma’s spaghetti sauce the night before. He pokes at you and you giggle, “Anything I can do to help?”

“The groceries should be delivered any minute,” he answers, checking his phone. “There’s gloves and sanitizer wipes under the sink if you don’t mind taking care of that when it arrives.”

A few minutes later, you peck his cheek as you pass by to go outside and tend to your assignment. Ash nearly spirals when it’s discovered that the shopper made some substitutions without asking but you reassure him that dinner’s not ruined even if the sauce uses regular sugar instead of brown and will be poured over fettuccine noodles instead of spaghetti.

“Not to jinx anything but I think this is our best first date yet,” you joke after dinner, getting out two coffee mugs from the cabinet he’d directed you to.

“All we had to do was eliminate the variables: other people, the weather, the outside world in general,” he ticks off the list on his fingers with a smile.

You hit the brew button on the coffeemaker and slide closer to where he stands loading the dishwasher. “Well. Just proves that all we really need is each other,” you muse, with a sweet smile. He grins at you, drying his hands so that he can cradle your face and kiss you. His hands are soft from the soap he just used and you sigh approvingly into his mouth as his thumb draws circles on your cheek.

That flirty but sweet tone continues as you move to the living room; you sit on the couch, drinking your coffee, chatting comfortably. You both keep finding reasons to scoot closer together, a thick layer of tension between you. You’d each talked a big game when sharing fantasies about what your first time might be like but now that it might be here, you’re surprised by the hazy combination of excitement and nerves you feel.

It’s hard to say who makes the first move: there’s a lull in the conversation and then suddenly, a kiss. Ashton’s hands quickly make their way into your hair and before long, things get heated and you find yourself climbing into his lap to straddle him. This was about as far as things had gotten between you pre-quarantine and it’s as glorious as you remember.

You roll your hips above him and he groans into the mark he was leaving on your neck; your shirt rides up with your movements and his fingers softly dance over the exposed skin. As you nibble along his jaw, his hands find their way up the back of your shirt and you shiver at his warmth. You put your hands on his wrists, guiding them up, letting him know it’s OK to take your shirt off; he does and you silently thank your past self for wearing one of your pretty bras tonight.

“So beautiful, baby,” he breathes and then his mouth is back on yours, hands busy exploring the new skin on display for him. You shift your hips again and this time find yourself the one to groan, feeling him hard beneath you for the first time; you’ve spent a lot of time wondering what this would feel like and it’s more intoxicating than you ever could’ve imagined.

Ash lifts you off his lap and lays you back on the couch, peeling his own shirt off before moving to be on top of you. He kisses you hungrily and then makes his way down your body, the scratch of his beard deliciously teasing you, lips pecking over every inch of your neck before they attach to the tops of your breasts.

You pull him back up to your mouth and slide your hands down to unbuckle his belt. You brush over his length through his jeans and nearly gasp at the contact; you know he’s not even fully hard and he feels huge. This revelation has you getting impatient and you attempt to push his pants down. "Jesus dude, are these painted on or what?" You joke, struggling.

"Hey, I could ask you the same thing," he retorts, running his hands along your ass to prove his point. With a goofy smile, he asks, "Should we pause and de-pants ourselves?"

You laugh as you untangle yourself from his body and pull your pants off while he does the same. He eyes your matching lace lingerie and teases, "That’s some mighty fancy underwear you've got on there, Miss ‘Let’s Take The Pressure Off And Not Expect Anything To Happen Tomorrow Night’.”

You feel your cheeks warming at both his gawking attention and his implication you were hoping things would end up this way. You playfully fire back, "Maybe I dress like this all the time, you don't know me… or maybe I wanted to feel sexy for myself tonight." You try to pull him into a kiss but he pulls back, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "Or maybe I'm really behind on laundry and I only have the nice stuff left," you say with a sheepish giggle.

“That I believe,” he laughs delightedly. "Whatever the reason, you look fucking incredible.”

You intend to murmur a thanks but the way his kisses are currently being peppered in between your breasts causes it to come out as a moan instead. His fingers toy with the closure of your bra and he looks at you to softly ask, “May I?”

You nod enthusiastically and close your eyes as his mouth acquaints itself with your bare breasts, your hands tangling in his hair. Your mouths find each other again, tongues familiarizing themselves with every detail of each other. You reach between your bodies and grip the tent in his underwear; you trace the shape of him through the material and he breaks your kiss to let out a strained moan. “God, I can’t wait to make you cum,” you murmur, a bit surprised by your own boldness.

You feel Ash breathe deeply, affected by your words. “Well, I’m afraid I have a strict ‘ladies first’ policy in this house, so I clearly need to get started,” he jokes, attempting to steady himself. “Bedroom?”

He helps you off the couch and you start to reach for your discarded clothes but he pulls you along, shaking his head. “You won’t be needing those for a while,” he grins.

You follow him to his room, impressing yourself with how steady on your feet you are, how calm you feel; your heart is racing but it’s from anticipation instead of uncertainty, which is unusual for you when you’re about to sleep with someone new. You tend to make these decisions impulsively, with a bit of a “fuck now, ask questions later” attitude. The fact that you’ve waited for this long to be with him and that you feel totally at ease, wandering through his upstairs hallway in just your panties, is the latest in a series of signs telling you that your feelings for Ashton are different.

You settle on the bed while he pauses in the doorway, fiddling with the dimmer on the light switch, determined to get it just right. He finally comes over and you don’t waste any time, climbing over to the edge of the bed to pull off his boxers. His cock springs free and you bite your lip, hoping you’re not actually drooling like you fear you might be.

“You good?” He goads you with a smug smile. During a couple of your video romps, you’d gotten yourself off with toys and he teased you about your selections, calling you a size queen. As you find yourself fascinated surveying the notable length and girth in front of you, you have to admit, he’s not wrong.

You silence his remarks by leaning forward and tentatively licking his tip, closing your eyes in satisfaction when you taste a drop of precum. You roll your tongue around the head, tracing every curve and ridge with your tongue. When you get comfortable enough to wrap your lips around him and slowly start taking him into your mouth, he quietly breathes your name, brushing your hair out of your face, and you feel like you could cum right then and there.

He senses your eagerness and lets you work for a bit longer before he gently pulls you off with a heavy sigh. "Ladies first, remember?" He rasps, flashing you a dazzling smile that would've made you weak even if he wasn't naked in front of you.

He gestures for you to lay back as he kneels at the edge of the bed, dragging his beard across your thighs before hooking his thumbs in your panties to slowly pull them off. You close your eyes, a blissful, close-mouthed smile decorating your face. Ash groans, gazing up at you. “Do you have any idea how many times I laid in this bed picturing what it’d be like to have you here like this?” He asks, raising himself up to kiss you passionately. “Better than I ever could’ve imagined.”

His lips travel back down your body and you’re so caught up in how dreamy it is to finally feel him like this, you don’t notice he’s already made it back down your body and you cry out when his tongue licks a bold stripe up your center. You’re almost certain you feel him smile against you, proud of the reaction he’s achieved.

You run your hands through his long hair, trying your best not to tug at it too much, although you suspect he might enjoy that. He alternates between soft, fluttering licks at you and long, intentional strokes, using every centimeter of his wide tongue. It’s overwhelming but you breathe deeply, trying to maintain control; it’s when he wraps his lips around your clit and starts sucking that you start writhing, your legs involuntarily closing in around his head and you tap at him to get his attention.

He immediately pulls back. “Too much?” He reassuringly squeezes your ankle, looking at you encouragingly. “Tell me what you need, sweetheart, wanna do what I can to make you feel good.”

You sit up on your arms, lightheaded from both pleasure and his care. “Ash, oh my god, it feels amazing,” you insist, reaching out to brush his hair out of his eyes. “I just… I really wanna cum with you in me... and I can’t always go for two… and it was feeling so good right now…”

Ashton leans up, pausing your nervous rambling with a sweet kiss. “Hey, it’s all good, I’m glad you told me,” he soothes. “Do you want to go ahead or do you need more time? We can do something else to get you ready. Your call.”

You grin and guide his hand to run along your wet folds. “I think this qualifies as ready, don’t you?”

“Alright, cheeky girl,” he teases, casually lifting his fingers from your wetness to his mouth, tasting you on them. “Still, there’s lube in the left nightstand if you want to get it out just in case.”

“Gentlemanly offer and a brag at the same time, I’m into it,” you laugh.

He giggles loudly, moving off the bed. “Gotta grab the condoms,” he explains, leaving the room.

You retrieve the bottle of lube like he suggested and tidy the bed up a little bit, adjusting the pillows to make yourself comfortable. He’s gone for what feels like a long time but you chalk it up to your excitement for what’s about to happen. You sit back, surveying the room, making mental notes about different things you want to ask him about later. Finally, you hear him call your name from down the hall and you curiously holler back at him.

He pops his head in the room, looking mildly panicked. “Please tell me you saw a box of condoms in the groceries you put away,” he inquires breathlessly.

Your heart sinks. “Um… no? I didn’t,” you take a steadying breath, bracing yourself for what seems like very bad news. “It was mostly food. And the napkins we used. Toothpaste I put in the bathroom. No condoms.”

Ash inhales sharply, nodding rapidly, which unsettles you; he comes to sit on the edge of the bed and drags his hands over his face and through his hair. “Well. This is just never gonna fucking happen, I guess,” he declares dramatically. You feel weirdly exposed now that the mood has shifted and you reach for a blanket to cover yourself with before you crawl over to him.

You rest your head on his shoulder, letting him know you’re there. He smiles sadly and strokes over your hair. “I’m so sorry, baby. I hadn’t dated in a while and then with lockdown… I didn’t know until yesterday what I had was expired so I tossed them and ordered some today… and they’re just… not here,” he says regretfully.

You chew your lip, evaluating how you should respond; you’re disappointed, obviously - very disappointed - but Ashton is clearly upset with himself and you don’t want to make him feel any worse. “I suppose it’d be irresponsible of me to suggest we ignore this road block by employing the old ‘spray and pray’ method?” You joke… at least you think you’re joking.

He snorts, turning to look at you with a smile on his face, which makes you feel better about things. “I’m sure you’re not serious but no, after all this time, after we finally had the perfect date, no, I’m not going to pull out and ‘spray and pray,’ he chuckles.

You smile back at him. “Well,” you start flirtatiously, “I meant it when I said I couldn’t wait to make you cum.” Your fingers dance along his bare thigh, travelling close to his softened cock. “We can still fool around, if you want.”

He looks at you fondly, squeezing your hand on his leg. “I really don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

“Ash, as sweet as you are, this is an entirely selfish act on my part, I really just want you to moan for me,” you smirk, moving to sit back against the pillows. “Plus this is possibly the most turned on I’ve ever been and if I don’t get off soon, I might actually die.”

Grinning, he crawls up the bed and settles in next to you. “Well. Can’t have that, now can we?” He teases in a low voice, kissing you with an intoxicating restraint. “Got anything particular in mind?” He feels you sigh against him as he gets his mouth on your neck and his hand on your breast.

It takes you a second to find your voice again, still getting used to the novelty of being able to feel his touch. “To be honest, I wouldn’t mind getting my mouth back on you,” you confess with heavy breath. “Or we could just, you know, play with each other.” You slide your hand down to find his cock, lightly rubbing your fingertips up and down his shaft, feeling it start to rise for you again.

Ash groans and throws his arm around your shoulders, turning so that you’re cradled into his side. Your hand lazily drags over his length while he holds you, kissing you with a renewed intensity. The arm around you softly massages your shoulder while his free arm is exploring your body: palming your breasts, twirling your nipples, fingers caressing the rise and fall of your tummy.

He breaks the kiss as his hand makes its way between your legs, tentatively brushing along your inner thigh, watching you closely as his fingers move to trace your lips and then your folds. He swirls through your wetness and then gently starts rubbing your clit; your hand instantly stills on him and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“This feel alright?” He asks, studying your face.

You take your free hand and place it on his, encouraging him to apply more pressure. “So good, Ash,” you murmur, raising your mouth to his again, eager to have his affection completely enveloping you.

You resume your motion on his cock, stroking him firmly, listening for the hitches in his breath or gentle grunts to tell you that your instincts of how to please him are correct. You try to recall what you can from the months you spent watching him touch himself online; you vividly remember him twisting over the tip while he used his other hand to cradle his balls. You give it a try and he lets out a loud moan, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

The two of you familiarize yourselves with each other’s bodies, savoring the noises you’re pulling from each other because although it’s not the first time you’ve ever heard them, it’s the first time they’re being caused by you.

Ashton’s fingers tease along your entrance and you can’t breathe out a “Please” fast enough; he slides two fingers inside and starts thrusting. He starts with a moderate pace but you’re so worked up, you’re bucking against his hand almost immediately, overwhelmed at the thought of some part of him finally inside you.

You try your best to keep jerking him off but it’d be an understatement to say you’ve become distracted as his fingers move in you; you whisper an apology as you let go of him, starting to lose control, digging your nails into his bicep, whining at how you can feel it flex from the way he’s working your body.

Ash can’t get enough of how receptive you are to him so when you mutter out another “Sorry” upon realizing how red the skin around his snake tattoo is from you holding on to him, he squeezes your shoulder in reassurance. “Listen, you can scratch that thing clean off if it means I’m making you feel that good,” he teases, nipping at your neck. “Are you as close as it sounds like you are?”

You’re sure your cheeks must already be flushed but you still feel them warm up at the implication that he recognizes your noises from quarantine. You nod, chest heaving, trying to catch your breath.

"Do you need something different to help you finish or keep this up?" He asks, understanding in his eyes.

You groan and jump as his fingers hit your spot again. "Um, actually I think I’d like if you went back to just my clit."

He nods, following your instructions. He rubs careful circles, checking your face to see if he’s getting the pressure right. You start to tuck your face into Ashton’s chest to minimize your reactions but he tenderly pulls you back to lay with him, stroking his hand through your hair to soothe you as he feels you start to shake in his arms. “God, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful like this,” he praises, sucking below your ear. “Let me hear you, baby, you always sound so good when you cum for me.”

His raspy affirmations work in perfect tandem with the vigorous movement of his fingers and you begin to unravel. You breathily cry out his name as your back rises off the bed and your hands fly out on either side of you, one gripping the sheets, the other grabbing for his arm again.

Your hips buck, riding the waves of pleasure surging through your body. Ash watches you carefully, continuing to work you until he detects a slight wince of overstimulation and he removes his hand, deciding to kiss you through the rest of your orgasm.

Your body finally relaxes and while you’re definitely exhausted, you’re also eager to satisfy him in return. While he presses kisses over your face, whispering quiet praises as you settle, your hands move to explore his body again, one caressing at his chest and abs, the other taking hold of his cock, making good use of the precum he released while playing with you, starting to build momentum again.

He groans, closing his eyes, losing himself in your touch. You can't resist shifting slightly to travel down his body, pecking your way down his stomach, nibbling at his hips before moving your lips back to his cock. You suckle at the head and the throaty "Baby" you receive in return is already worth your trouble.

Ashton traces designs on your back while you suck him off; he constantly murmurs encouragement, which you appreciate because your heart is racing, this is the first time tonight you've felt truly nervous. You've always enjoyed giving head but you've fantasized about blowing Ash for so long you were slightly afraid it might not live up to expectations - for the both of you, since you'd shared many fantasies with him.

You try to pace yourself, not wanting to get greedy and take too much at once, using your hand to make up for what your mouth can't handle yet; every time you pull off to catch your breath and check in with him, he sweetly wipes at your mouth with his thumb and it's much cuter than it should be, considering the situation.

You bob along his shaft a few more times, fluttering your tongue along the underside, finding a particular vein you remember him paying special attention to. Your memory serves you correct and he emits a surprised whimper. He squeezes your shoulder a few times and you pull off curiously.

"Want your mouth on mine when I cum," he rasps.

You quickly reclaim your place laying in his arms, kissing him as requested. It’s just a few tugs until his breathing starts to stutter against your lips. "Fuck, yes, cum for me, Ash," you murmur, letting out a little moan yourself when you feel his cock throb in your hold.

Ash huffs out short belabored breaths as he moves his hand down to join yours, showing you how to work through his orgasm, adjusting slightly so that his cum shoots on to his own stomach instead of yours.

You lightly kiss him through it until he pulls your hand off of him, lacing his fingers in yours, squeezing briefly. You lay back in his arms, basking in the intimacy of the moment.

He pecks your forehead before he regrettably pulls away from you to gesture towards the tissue box on the bedside table. “Would you mind?”

You start to reach for it and then pause, deciding you’re comfortable enough to make a request. “Actually… could I…?” You trail off, raising your eyebrows as you steal a glance at his torso.

Ashton chuckles out a surprised “OK” and then you’re quickly shuffling down his body to get your mouth on his cum covered skin. He breathes in sharply when he feels your warm breath on him and his stomach flutters under your tongue as you clean him up, blissfully humming as you discover his taste.

Your hair falls in your face and he brushes it out of the way, not wanting to miss a second of what you’re doing. When you’re finished, you sit up and daintily wipe your mouth with your fingertips. You catch a glimpse of Ash looking downright dazed, chest still heaving from his orgasm, eyes glazed over from watching you eagerly volunteer to lick up his release.

With the heat of the moment having passed, you start feeling slightly self-conscious about your boldness. “Was that over the top? I feel like that was too much for a first time, oh my god,” you laugh, hands covering your face nervously. “I just… on our calls, every time I would watch you cum, I would just… think about it…” You shake your head, surprised at your own behavior.

He laughs and reaches for you, kissing the top of your head as you lay against him. "Just the right amount of 'too much', trust me." His voice gets deeper as he leans in to whisper, “I’d thought about it too, for the record. As fuckin’ hot as I’d thought it’d be.”

You lay quietly wrapped up in him for a bit longer and when you move to get out of bed, he grabs your hand, squeezing it gently. “D’ya wanna stay tonight?” He asks, hazel eyes swimming with sweetness and sincerity. “I didn’t want to jinx it and get stuff for breakfast but I was thinking we could order in.”

You smile brightly, leaning in to peck his lips. “You can finally make me your famous coffee you’re always bragging about,” you tease.

“It’s disgusting, you’ll love it,” he grins, playfully pinching your ass as you get out of bed.

The next morning you wake up to the feeling of Ash climbing back into bed beside you. You open one eye and look him up and down suspiciously. “Where have you been?” You murmur.

He settles on his side, pulling you closer to him so your faces are inches from each other, at the edge of your respective pillows. “Ordered breakfast already, had to go unlock the front gate,” he explains, voice still thick with sleep. He strokes your hair and smiles at how you close your eyes, melting into his touch. “Sleep OK, baby?”

You feel your lips curl into a dreamy smile; you already knew you loved hearing him call you that but hearing it in his deep morning voice is fucking transcendent. “To be honest, it’s been so long since I slept next to someone, I wasn’t sure how it was gonna go at first,” you laugh, scooting closer. “You’re warm, though, which was nice.”

“Well at least I have that going for me,” he jokes with a mock pout, which you promptly move in to kiss right off his face. You enjoy a sleepy, slow makeout for a few minutes and then he pulls away.

He takes a deep breath before quietly saying, “Hey… I wanted to apologize for how I acted last night with the whole condom thing. I just got so frustrated because it seemed like we’d finally gotten it right… but that kind of negativity has no place in our relationship. Especially in a situation like that where you were feeling disappointed and vulnerable as well. So I’m sorry.”

“Ash,” you whisper softly. You take in the sight of him: long, dark curls darting out every which way from sleeping, scruffy beard you’re still certain he grew just for you, lips swollen from your kisses. His eyes are gorgeous as always but you can see the concern and remorse behind them and you feel like you can’t put him at ease soon enough. “You don’t have to apologize, it was disappointing and you don’t have to be Mr. Positivity 24/7 if you don’t feel like it. Not for me. I’d rather know how you’re really feeling.”

“I guess I thought this would be easier. We’ve had so long to think about being together and to plan for it and it’s just been a constant let down,” he admits.

You chew your lip. “Well, listen. Last night still worked out? We still got to be intimate, I still got to experience waking up next to you. Sort of,” you tease. He cracks a smile and you couldn’t be more thankful. “But what you just said, maybe that’s part of the problem. Maybe because we had so much time to think about this, maybe we’ve built it up too much in our minds and we’re just setting ourselves up to be disappointed.”

He nods, mulling over your words. “Like the fantasy was important during lockdown but now it’s tripping us up. If we were in more normal circumstances, we would’ve just slept together without much thought.”

“You really think your game’s that good?” You joke and he pinches you in response. “You’re right, though, I haven’t thought this much about a first time since I was a virgin.”

“So we need to find a middle ground between this idealization we’ve invented and doing it just to get it over with,” he suggests.

“Exactly,” you peck his lips in encouragement. “At the end of the day, it’s just sex. I’ve been looking forward to being with you, not to some super romantic, candlelit lovemaking experience at the end of a dream date.” “Whenever it happens, it’ll be perfect because we’re perfect,” he smiles.

The two of you carry that mentality with you throughout the next couple weeks. You hang out, go on a couple dates and even end up having a spontaneous video sex session like old times. You still burn with desire nearly every time he’s near you but removing that looming pressure to set the mood really does help put you at ease with each other. You feel more connected than ever, like you’re able to focus on him now instead of the experience.

“The drive-ins are opened back up now,” Ashton mentions during your afternoon call. “Think you might wanna catch a movie tonight?”

“God, remember movies? That could be fun,” you agree.

“A buddy of mine went last weekend, opened up the hatchback, put a bunch of pillows down, made it nice and cozy. Thought I might ask if I could borrow his car… we could have a little picnic back there before the movie,” he proposes.

You smile to yourself, loving how excited he gets planning dates. “Better bring your comfiest hoodie for me to steal, we’re gonna get fuckin’ snuggly.”

Ash loves a good reveal so when he picks you up, he’s sure to walk you around the front of the car so you don’t peek in the back of the mini SUV. You have fun teasing him on the way there, adjusting the mirrors, exaggeratedly acting like you’re glancing over your shoulder; watching his eyes go wide and hearing his stern “Hey!” simply never gets old.

Amused as he is by your game, Ashton knows how to tease you right back and when you arrive at the drive-in, before he gets out of the car to finish setting up, he offers you a kiss and a quiet warning of “Be good” that basically guarantees you’ll stay in your seat until he says otherwise.

After a few minutes, he finally calls you back there and you’re blown away at the elaborate transformation. He pops the hatchback up to reveal the back rows of seats have all been laid flat and a thin layer of memory foam lays across them, covered by piles and piles of blankets. Pillows of every shape and size adorn the setup, along with a small cooler and a tote of movie snacks. In the center of the makeshift bed is the pizza you picked up for dinner and two champagne flutes filled with your favorite soda.

“Ash,” you coo as you climb into the back of the car. “This is so fucking cute? You said your friend put some pillows down, not made an entire love nest back here.”

“Well, I may have embellished a little,” he chuckles modestly, following you inside. “One of our first hang outs was at a movie, so I thought our grand return should be special.”

You grin as you serve pizza onto each of your plates. “That feels like that was a thousand years ago but I still remember the chill that ran down my spine every time you leaned over the armrest to whisper some comment about the movie.”

“Yeah? I remember being nervous because I couldn’t tell if you were aroused or annoyed, to be honest,” he laughs.

“Oh it was definitely both at first. You talked a lot and I didn’t pay LA ticket prices to hear your commentary track,” you giggle, playfully shoving his shoulder as his jaw drops. “But then I decided I really liked how it felt to have you pay attention to me.”

“And of course what I was saying was clever and enlightening and added to your cinematic experience,” he adds on with a smirk.

You give him a tight-lipped smile, raising your eyebrows in exaggeratedly mocking agreement. He flicks your leg in response and you yelp, unable to keep from smiling at him. The two of you continue reminiscing and making easy conversation while you devour your pizza dinner. By the time you’re done, the sun is setting.

You lay back on the pillows you’ve propped up and watch intently as Ash gets rid of the pizza box at a nearby trash can. You’d both agreed that the dress code for tonight was ‘comfort’ and he went with a black t-shirt and an endearingly bizarre pair of lounge pants that feature a mountain landscape illustrated across the legs. Unsurprisingly, the t-shirt hugs his chest and biceps, drawing attention to the tattoos up and down his arms that you haven’t been able to keep your hands off of. What is surprising is how the loose pants still cling to his body in all the right ways - pulling across his thick thighs and ass, making you wonder if he’s keeping things in his pockets or if the bulging in front you’re seeing is all him. You squeeze your legs together, pleased that he’s almost back at the car, eager to feel him, even if it’s just for a snugged up movie date.

He flashes you a dazzling smile as he walks up to the car. “What’s got you all dreamy-eyed?” He teases, settling in next to you. You feel your breath hitch as he comfortably rests his hand on your bare thigh, toying with the hem of your lounge shorts, but he doesn’t seem to notice.

“Just happy to be here,” you shrug, leaning over to peck his bearded cheek.

He hums at your affection, leaning his head on your shoulder as he fiddles with his phone, pulling up a radio app so he can tune to the station that will be broadcasting the audio for your screen. “It’s kind of a deadzone out there, there’s only maybe 5 other cars,” he reports, reaching behind you to make sure the bluetooth speaker he’s connected to is on. “Even with all the distancing, we probably didn’t need to park all the way back here.”

“I like it… Gives the illusion you rented out the place just for me, makes me feel special,” you joke. He giggles and kisses your shoulder.

The first movie of your double feature starts a few minutes later and you couldn’t possibly enjoy it more. The two of you trade jokes and snacks; it’s all just so comfortable and lovely, unfiltered and natural.

During the intermission, you decide to get out and stretch a bit before the second film starts. You notice that when you feel Ashton’s eyes poring over you as you bend and twist, you only feel pride and desire, none of the nervousness or timidity you’d felt a few weeks ago.

Once the movie starts, you sit and try to patiently wait and see if he’s going to make a move but by the time the opening credits are over, you can’t help but advance things yourself. You scoot closer but his eyes remain trained on the screen; you decide to more explicitly ask for his attention by nuzzling your face into his neck, pressing a few light kisses behind his ear, scratching his beard with your nails. “I’m having a good time,” you whisper, feeling him grin under your touch. “This was such a great idea, I’m happy you suggested it.”

He slinks his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. “I’m so glad you like it,” he beams at you. “It’s fun to be out in the world again but also still pretty much alone.”

“Alone enough to do this,” you lilt, leaning in to plant your lips on his. Your kiss is gentle but urgent and he reciprocates your energy, cupping your face with one hand and using the other to press you against him, murmuring when you slide your tongue into his mouth. Just when things start to get heated, one of you pulls back and warmly smiles at the other, as if you’re both excited for more but still wanting to appreciate what’s happening in this moment.

You don’t want to disrupt the makeout but you can’t fight the craving you have to feel more of him; you’re finally able to pull yourself away and you lay down on the bed, patting the spot next to you in what you hope is an alluring manner.

He moves closer and you close your eyes, ready to feel his touch. You’re startled to instead hear a grunt of frustration and the shifting of a leather seat. Your eyes snap open and you see him straining to reach into the front seat, trying to reach the keys in the ignition. You’re half a second away from asking what the hell he’s doing when you hear a distant beep and the hatchback slowly begins to close at the end of the cabin.

He plops himself on the pillow next to you. “Thought we could use a little more privacy,” he explains, grabbing a handful of your ass and using it to pull you closer. “Just in case someone else out there thinks the movie is as boring as we did.”

You start to giggle at his remark but your laughter is interrupted by his lips returning to yours. You both let your mouths and hands do as they please, exploring and enjoying without hesitation and without expectation. You’ve just peeled off his shirt and are sucking a mark at his collarbone when you feel his hand slip up your shirt to palm your breast. You give a light bite to his skin as his fingers pull at your nipple; he groans as you breathily tell him, “You can do it harder.”

A few dozen kisses later, his hand is sliding down your stomach and past the waistband of your shorts. You pull out of his kiss to whine quietly as his long fingers brush through your wetness, only touching your clit incidentally before adding light pressure.

“Good?” Ashton checks with a smile as your head lulls back and you grab onto him.

“Oh, you know… ‘s alright I guess,” you joke, your attempt at being casual undermined by the way you’re basically grinding into his hand. You let out a long moan and he quickly brings his mouth back down to yours in an attempt to silence it.

As his fingers and lips drive you wild, you find your own hands reaching for his pants and you sigh into his mouth when you feel his cock hard and ready for you. You run your fingers across the straining fabric, teasing him with one hand while the other works to loosen the drawstring.

You dip your hand inside and grip his cock, choking back a moan when you feel how much he’s already leaked for you. The slickness helps you easily begin stroking him and you shift so you can study his face, wanting to see evidence of the pleasure you’re giving him. As your thumb swipes over his tip and your fingers firmly squeeze his length, Ash’s eyes flutter shut and he bites his lip, quietly muttering your name under his breath.

His fingers slip inside you and you gasp as pumps them in and out, dragging them against your walls, teasing your spot. It’s an intense moment when your eyes lock as his fingers work inside of you while yours glide up and down his cock, the two of you breathing heavy as you basically fuck each other without fucking.

“Ash…” You start, voice wavering.

“Yeah,” he answers in strained agreement. “Do you want --”

“Yes, yes I do. I brought --”

“So did I.”

You break apart from each other and reach for your belongings, chuckling as he pulls a handful of condoms from his backpack and tosses them onto the bed at the same time you pull some from your purse and add them to the pile.

“Well it’s good to know we’re both the kind of people who can learn from their mistakes,” he laughs, pulling you into a delighted kiss.

An exciting energy fills the car as you both shift around, getting yourselves situated. Ashton pulls back a layer of blankets from the seats in case you want to cover up and bursts out laughing when he turns around to see you’ve already stripped off your shorts and panties and are sitting there pantsless and unbothered.

“We’re parked in the back, there’s barely anyone here and the windows are fogged up,” you shrug, grinning.

You find yourself captivated as you watch him kick his pants off and get up on his knees, wrapping a hand around his cock, pumping it a few times before rolling a condom on. This is really happening. Finally, really happening.

“C’mere,” he breathes, reaching for you. You crawl to him and he cradles your face, kissing you softly. You nibble at his lip as you pull away and the two of you can’t stop smiling.

You climb into his lap, sitting on his legs, staring into his eyes. “Ready?” He asks you, sweetly rubbing your thighs.

You nod eagerly and lift yourself up to hover over his cock. He slicks the tip through your folds, stopping to tease over your clit a few times and then he’s watching your face as he presses against your entrance.

Your mouth drops open as you start to take him. He's so thick the stretch is instant, breathtaking and everything you've been dreaming of. His fingers gingerly brush over your hip, encouraging you as you ease him further inside you, rocking up and down until you're impossibly full.

Ash wraps his arms around you, kissing you deeply, hands in your hair then running down your back, then squeezing your ass. You feel completely surrounded by him and it’s overwhelming in the best way. You break the kiss to quickly peel your t-shirt off and then you’re reattaching your lips to his, pressing your chest against his, needing to feel as much of his skin on yours as you possibly can.

“Yes, baby, fuck” he murmurs as you slowly begin to move on his cock. “Feel so fuckin’ perfect… better than I’ve been imagining.”

You respond with a series of whimpers, so caught up in the feeling of finally having him in you. You move cautiously, almost torturously slow until you adjust to his size and then you pick up the pace, his hands firmly gripping your ass, helping you along.

You don’t even have the end goal of an orgasm in mind, you just can’t get enough of the new sensations his cock is making you feel. You shift from rocking to bouncing on him, moaning loudly each time his length hits a new place inside you.

“Ash… your cock feels so fucking good,” you pant, riding him with increasing speed, losing yourself in it. “Can’t believe you’re finally filling me up, baby… fuck.”

Your movements are bordering on frantic when you feel Ashton lightly squeeze your hips, attempting to still them, gently breathing your name. You slow down and look at him inquisitively. The mixture of amusement, desire and warmth painting his face is enough to make your pounding heart skip a beat.

“Can I?” He softly asks. You nod and he carefully pulls out of you and lays you back against the pillows before settling over you. He pecks over your neck and face as he guides himself back inside you. “Think we owe it to ourselves to slow down and live in this for a while.”

He starts to push up so he can get to work but you stop him, tucking his long hair behind his ear, stroking your hand over his beard. “You’re right, just feels so good,” you grin. “Hard not to get carried away.”

Ashton kisses over your palm and begins leisurely moving his hips. He keeps a moderate pace, steady enough that you’re feeling consistent pleasure, feeling something building in your core, but not so hurried that you’re aching to reach the finish line. You hook your leg around his hip and when he pushes it slightly back towards you, he slides in deeper and his groan blends with yours to form possibly the most gorgeous sound you’ve ever heard.

“Jesus, baby… pussy’s takin’ me so well,” he praises, voice sounding more wrecked than you expected. “Such a pretty, giving pussy, baby… what a good girl.”

You shiver at his words, your hands running up and down his back, feeling his muscles flex as he moves above you; you slide your hands down to grab his ass, pulling him closer, willing him even deeper. Ash reaches between your bodies to find your clit, teasing it with just the right amount of pressure to make you moan. The snap of his hips has become slightly quicker and you can tell by his breathing that he’s getting close.

“Ash… so good, yes,” you mumble, reaching down to direct his hand in the pattern you need. He mimics your movements expertly and you start rocking your hips along with him, feeling the stirrings of your climax. “Fuck, like that… god, please.”

“Yeah?” He pants, watching your body start to tense. He takes his free hand and reaches for yours, lacing your fingers, squeezing encouragingly. “Been waiting so long to feel you cum around my cock… come on, baby, cum.”

The first pulse of your orgasm hits you so forcefully you’re shocked he doesn’t react to how hard you squeeze his hand. By the time the next one hits, you’re crying out in senseless mutters from how heavenly this moment feels, how his thick cock couldn’t fit more perfectly inside you as you tighten around it. The sensations feel like they might echo forever as you start to come back down, Ash continuing to move gently in you, reassuring you in a soft voice about how incredible you feel around him.

You pull him down to kiss him breathlessly, satisfied from your orgasm but still hungry for his affection, still needing him on you. “Want you to cum for me, babe,” you whisper. “Let me know how much you love being buried in this pussy.”

Your words drive Ashton’s thrusts to become frenzied as he growls your name, followed by a raspy string of curses. He lets out a deep groan as he fills the condom, rocking into you deep and slow as he works through his climax. His head drops to burrow into your neck and you shiver at how his beard prickles your overstimulated skin. You stroke through his curls, lightly damp with sweat, and whisper in his ear, “So good, Ash… so fuckin’ good.”

He plants an exhausted but sweet kiss on you, only breaking it for you both to whine as he pulls out of you; he carefully ties off the condom while you reach for some of the leftover napkins from dinner to clean yourself up. You sort through each other’s clothes, the two of you grinning like fools the entire time you’re getting dressed.

Ash leans back against the pillows and sighs loudly, gesturing for you to come lay with him. You crawl toward him, making a small detour over the front seat to press the release on the hatchback again. You settle against him as the door opens, the cool night air filling the car again, the long forgotten movie still being projected in the distance.

“Worth the wait?” You tease, giving him a toothy smile.

He holds you tight to his chest. “Fuckin’ hell, baby… as much as we built it up, think we still might’ve undersold it. Like. Goddamn.”

You hum in agreement, closing your eyes, enjoying the afterglow. “I’m glad we just kind of let it happen. That’s probably the best first time I’ve ever had. Definitely the most comfortable.”

“Same. Easy but still just… perfect,” he says dreamily.

You play with his fingers, chuckling, “I was so comfortable I almost asked you to cum on me until I remembered we were fucking in your friend’s car.”

“I mean, it was already questionable for us to have gotten fully naked in his car, we might as well have gone all out,” Ashton laughs loudly, squeezing your hand. “I think Cal had a suspicion this might happen, he left breath mints, condoms and Clorox wipes in the glove compartment.”

You cackle. “No blacklight, though?”

He pinches your leg and leans in to drown your laughter with a kiss. You gaze at him for a beat, marvelling at how normal everything feels for once. You notice he’s looking at you with a familiar fire in his eyes and you swear even though you were naked with him just a few minutes ago, you actually feel butterflies in your stomach.

You raise your eyebrows at him expectantly and Ash smirks. “Was just thinkin’ it’s for the best anyways. The first time I cover you in cum I don’t want it to be in a dark backseat, I want to be able to see it.”

You quietly groan, a naughty glint in your eye to match his. You sit up and plant a heated kiss on him, pulling away to murmur, “Well. It’s still early… my place or yours?”

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Don’t Make A Sound

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Summary: You are forced to share a bed with Jensen due to overbooking at the Dallas Con he had to work at. What do you do when you catch your boss having a very hot wet dream?

Warnings: Smut, Bed Humping, Masterbation, Public Smut?, Language, shameless objectification of Jensen Ackles, Jensen having a wet dream (yes that’s a warning) I think that’s about it. This is pretty much porn, and I’m not sorry.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 1931

A/N: This is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Just thought I’d throw this one out there for you guys since my posting got thrown off by a hurricane, and I’m feeling generous tonight. Besides, who can say no to a bed humping Jensen Ackles? I didn’t think so. Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this one!!

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You don’t know how you got here… Wait a minute… That’s not entirely true. You do know how you got here. There were no other rooms available, it was the last Dallas Con of the year, and it had been put off and hyped up so long that it was overbooked.

You’d been working as Jensen Ackles PA for the last six months. With SPN ending, and his new role on The Boys looming, he’d been overwhelmed in his workload, and he needed a little extra help getting organized, which is where you come in.

Normally you would have just rented a room close to his. This time though, there were no other rooms available, and the only room available by the time Jensen and yourself got to Dallas was a suite with one king bed. Jensen let you stay with him, saying there was no way in hell you were going to drive across town to rent another room when there was a perfectly good room with a big enough bed to share right here.

Now here you are.

So yes, you know very well how you got here. Laying in bed, wide awake, staring at the ceiling unable to sleep, with your extremely hot boss laying in nothing but a pair of loose-fitting boxer shorts, and a black fitted T-Shirt, less than a whole foot away from you.

Couldn’t get any more awkward? Wait!! There’s more!!!

Why not just sleep on the pull out couch in the room? Well, that’s because it was currently occupied by one Misha Collins, who had flown down with Jensen and yourself from Vancouver and found himself in the same boat as you. Roomless.

Alcohol flowed as it does at cons. Too many shots were taken at the bar downstairs attached to the hotel, and Misha was allowed to pass out on the pullout to avoid a drunk Uber ride to God knows where he’d end up.

You felt Jensen’s weight shift next to you, and a low grunt leaves his lips, but he didn’t wake up. The room was stuffy, and he’d kicked the covers off an hour ago, the light coming from the still it bathroom left very little to the imagination as he shifted over to his stomach with his arms tucked under his pillow. The delicious curve of his ass on display in the loose-fitting boxer shorts, and the T-Shirt that had shoved it’s way up higher on his stomach when he rolled over, leaving that dip in his back exposed that people fangirled all over the globe.

You mentally slap yourself for drooling over your boss while he unknowingly slept next to you, and forced your eyes to focus back on the ceiling. You were finally starting to feel somewhat of tiredness pull at your subconscious, and you finally let your eyes drift close. Then you heard it. A low moan comes from the extravagantly hot man lying next to. Barely audible, but definitely a moan.

Your eyes shoot to Jensen as if someone had thrown cold water on you, but he was still laying in the same position sound asleep.

Maybe you were dreaming and didn’t realize you had fallen asleep.

Before you could pull your eyes away from his gorgeous body, his hips rolled ever so slightly, and a light moan fell from his lips again, pulling his boxers tighter against his well-formed ass from all the years of fight scene on Supernatural.

You didn’t move, fuck you barely dared to breathe as you watched him. He was seriously laying next to you having a wet dream? No way.

Your eyes shot over to Misha, who was still sound asleep, or just flat passed out, Jared had pretty much drank him under the table in a bet. He was out thankfully.

Jensen’s hips shifted again, and your eyes shot back to the scene playing out next to you as Jensen’s hips started to shifted up and down a little as he rutted himself against the mattress in his sleep, his hips finding a deep rhythm as little grunts and moans continued to fall almost inaudible from his perfect mouth.

You knew you shouldn’t watch, this was wrong, you should look away, but every woman with a pulse, and some men for that matter, wouldn't be able to look away from this. No way. Not a chance.

Jensen’s hips rolled harder, pushing himself deeper against the mattress in search of more friction, and your hand wandered into the waistband of your shorts without you even really realizing it, finding your little bundle of nerve you began to rub harsh little circles matching his pace.

“Hmph fuck,” Jensen murmured in his sleep as he continued to hump himself into the bed, and with a deeper roll of his hips, the red swollen tip of his erection slipped threw he little slit in his boxers, rolling against the mattress as Jensen continued to fuck himself into it. A bead of precum formed at the tip as he continued to swell under his own administrations, dripping onto the white sheet underneath him.

You bite down on your lower lip to suppress the moan that desperately wanted to fall from your lips as you watch him, slipping your fingers inside your shorts deeper, teasing your clenching entrancing that desperately wanted to be stretched by the man next to you.

He was fucking beautiful. His throbbing erection slipping through the opening in the front of his boxers, rolling against the bed with each push of his hips. His brow furrowed with a thin layer of sweat already forming there. His lips pouted in concentration.

With each roll of his hips against the mattress, his breath started to become a pant, and a hushed moan from a moment ago became more and more prominent.

“Y/N!” he moaned loudly, and his eyes snapped open mid-thrust against the now rooted covers that had gathered underneath him. His eyes wide with horror as embarrassment burned hot in his face. His perching green eyes locked with yours before a prominent pout formed on his beautiful face, and you were almost sure for a moment he looked as if he was going to cry from sheer embarrassment.

Quickly jerking himself back into his boxer he broke eye contact with you and made to get up out of the bed.

“Y/N, I’m so fucking sorry, I’ve never done anything like that before… I don’t… I’m sorry.”

Grabbing his pillow he made to stand up but his throbbing length strained harder against the thin fabric of his boxers, so running with dignity was out of the window, hell dignity period was out of the window. Admitting defeat he grabbed the thin sheet and threw it over his hips, covering himself with the pillow that he had in his hand for good measure, then burying his face in his hands as if he wanted to die right there.

You had two choices, you could roll over and pretend you weren’t just enjoying the show, because he’d obviously hadn’t noticed that you were, or you could shove him down on the bed, and give him the ride of his life. At this point your job was probably shot anyway, so you chose the former. He was so embarrassed that surely he’d fire you in the morning.

“It’s okay Jensen," you whisper, crawling over to his side of the bed, and moving the pillow away from his lap, revealing the prominent tent in his boxers as you ripped the sheet away.

He watched with his jaw hanging open as you slipped your shorts, and underwear down in one go before shoving him back down on the bed, shushing him as he laid back.

“Don’t make a sound,” you tell him as quietly as you can, giving Misha a quick glance to make sure he was still sleeping before taking his pulsing length in your hand, pumping him a few times before sliding down onto him.

Your mouth falls open in an inaudible moan as his back arched up to meet you as you slowly sink down onto his sizable length, and he stretches you open until you were fully seated on his lap with him inside of you, your walls already clenching around him as he bit down hard into his lips.

He was already panting again, his eyes slammed shut in an attempt to make no sound, his mouth fallen open just slightly; letting you see his perfect row of white teeth and tongue peeking out just over the edge.

When he was finally able to open his eyes again they were at least three shades darker than what they were when he’d woken up, and his fingers found your hips in a bruising grip. Slowly at first, Jensen helped you begin to move your hips. Rolling in a slow teasing motion as you both become used to the feel of each other. His thick length hitting that place deep down inside of you very few men had ever reached, his eyes watched you bodies where they were connected.

You could already feel that familiar coil winding tight in your stomach as you moved above him, pushing you to rise and fall on him faster and faster as his hips rose and fell to meet yours as you rode him.

“Fuck Y/N, I can’t, I’m about to fucking blow. Cum with me sweetheart,” he panted in a hushed whisper. Sitting up quickly he pulled your bodies tighter together as you continued to grind down on his cock, his pelvis hitting your clit at just the right angle, and before long you were a shaking mess on top of him as your walls clamped down around him, and he spilled his seed deep inside of you. Both of you held onto each other as he pushed you both through your high until you both fell back onto the bed a painting mess.

You buried your head in Jensen’s shoulder as his arms wrapped around you protectively, his lips finding yours in a deep, passionate kiss.

“That was,” Jensen said in a hushed whisper as his eyes searched yours and he struggled to find the words to say.

“About fucking time,” Misha exclaimed loudly from the pullout bed across the room. Making Jensen and yourself look at each other in a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

“Now if the two of you are fucking done, I’ve got a 5 AM flight I have to be ready for in the morning.”

Jensen chucked as you buried yourself deeper into his hold, trying not to laugh hysterically because of your nerves.

“Sorry Mish, go back to sleep,” he chucked as Misha got up and made his way to the bathroom, mumbling something about Jared owing him 100 bucks.

“So, where does this leave us?” you asked Jensen the question you feared the most, and he took a deep breath, staring towards the ceiling in thought.

“Well, I can either give you a raise and call you my VERY personal assistant or I can take you out to dinner tomorrow night; and call you my girlfriend instead?”

You settle yourself down into the covers as he pulled the over the two of you with a stupid smile plastered over your face.

“You know what, dinner sounds great.”

Misha stumbles his way back to the bed, snorting in amusement. “Honestly Y/N, I would have taken the raise.”

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