#today he was in a vest and his whole hairy chest was out

[forbidden-interlude]

There’s this guy I met and it’s my second time seeing him. When I tell you this man is literally so majestic, it’s insane.

[octuscle]

Uhm chronivac support?

I have a bit of a personal request. You see, I love body hair and facial hair. i L O V E it. But i am at a bit of an impasse. I have not a whole lot of body hair and I can't really grow anything on my face that isn't patchy.

Most preset I see only gives 5 o'clock shadow so I wondered if they're were any presets or package I could use to make sure I grow hairy and have a luxurious beard and a nice stache?

I want to be beastly, bearish. I want to be able to stay warm withou any shirts on. I want to be so hairy that I need to comb my fur.

The first thing you notice in the morning when you brush your teeth is your hair under your armpits. You had trimmed them a few days ago… And now there is a bush again. Shit, you're already late anyway, the first lecture starts in 20 minutes, you'll take care of that later.

During the lecture you are totally unfocused. What do you care about European history… You are interested in your dick. It is permanently hard. Shit, you mumble an apology and disappear to the toilet. You've never jerked off on campus. But once is the first time. As you open your pants, you smell a waft of sweat and musk. Your cock is hairy, your balls are hairy, your pubic hair is bushy. It doesn't take you long to cum. And your cum clumps the hair around your cock. You rub your smeared hand on your fine rib undershirt. Fuck, didn't you have a normal t-shirt on today? No, you always wear wifebeater. You open the second button of your button-down oxford shirt, so that your undershirt is visible. There are a few hairs curling on your chest.

With effort you have struggled through the morning. Now you're hungry. A ravenous appetite. But not for the vegan organic crap from the cafeteria. You get into your Prius and drive to a diner. It smells like barbecue and frying fat. Yes, that's what you're hungry for now. A huge portion of spare ribs and fries. And a large Coke. With sugar. No diet crap. As the waitress serves the portion, you can already see that the meal is going to be a mess. The sauce looks delicious. And there's plenty of it. To be on the safe side, you take off your shirt and hang it over the back of the chair. Most of the other guests seem to be long-distance drivers, they don't care. The waitress doesn't either. After the third portion is served, she even pats you on the head and says she loves a big lad with a good appetite. The patting feels strange. You run your sauce-smeared hand first over your stained undershirt and then over your head. "Wayul, it gist feels lahk whut uh bald head feels lahk," you mumble to yourself as the food rests hang in your beard.

The third serving is also your last. Fuck, now you're finally full. Your belly is bulging out between the waistband of your jeans and your wifebeater. You tuck your hairy belly and let out a mega burp. Yelling, laughing, applause in the diner. You laugh too. In a booming bass. You also have to fart. But you go to the bathroom to do it. You also have to piss before you have to go back on the road. You wash out your sauce-smeared undershirt briefly in the sink and hang it on your belt. It dries in the breeze afterwards.

Back at your seat, there's a college boy. Clean-shaven with a freshly ironed shirt. Wimp! You tell him he's sitting in your chair. He looks up at you.

The arrogant snob says that maybe it used to be your chair and if your seat wasn't on some combine. You bend down to him, pull your jeans vest off the back of his chair and maybe you wouldn't have had to press your armpit on his face. But you're just a dumb, clumsy trucker, not a cool college boy. You bend down to him again after you have put on the vest, burp in his face and mumble an "'Scuse may, mister".

You say goodbye to Maggie with a kiss on the cheek. She is your favorite waitress. It's always nice when a tour brings you here. But now you have to go. Your 36-ton baby has to get to Austin today.

Best bears always @once-a-cub

[keanureevesisbae]

But professor… - c.5

Summary: A few weeks have gone by. How are Penny and Walter doing?

Professor!Walter Marshall x Penny Townsend (Asian ofc)

Wordcount: 5k

Warnings: Some sweet love making (sex, fingering, blowjob - yes, it’s sweet love making)

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Five weeks have gone by. It’s been five whole weeks since Walter and I kissed for the first time. My days are spend mostly in the library, sometimes in my own dorm or—and this is my favorite—with Walter in his loft. I love spending time in his loft, because there aren’t any loud students in the hallways, obviously intoxicated and think they’re funny by knocking at my door and telling me they’ll pee against it. It’s just him and me in his loft, together with some soft lofi music in the background as he continues to make food for me, totally spoil me with everything I want and basically help me with all my assignments.

I haven’t told anyone about us. As if there are people who—beside my parents—I could tell. How do you even bring it up? ‘Hi, my name is Penny and I kiss my criminology professor almost on a daily basis and I’m totally and utterly in love with him?

Nope, that is not gonna work.

There are many things I love about us spending time together. The attentive way he pays attention to everything I say. How he sits with me on the couch, helping me get through my assignments, but also to check out different cosmetology schools for me to maybe enroll. I still haven’t quite decided yet whether or not I want to do that.

I mean, I want to, but how do I sell this grand idea to my parents, who really want me to go to NYU and finish my major?

But maybe it’s the way he takes care of me that I love the most about it all. It sounds so codependent, I know, but there is no one who ever gave me attention like this, not even my parents. My parents didn’t understand my love for embroidery, for nail art and doing my hair. They didn’t understand I wanted a sewing machine for my sixteenth birthday, instead of a car.

No guy in my life went out of his way for me. No breakfast in bed, no asking permission whether or not he could touch me and no one who was willing to put up with all my anxious thoughts.

Walter on the other hand, he does it all. He understands my love for embroidery (he even allowed me to put some on his shirt), he lets me try out products on his hair and takes his sweet time with me.

Today, the long weekend starts, meaning we have time off from Friday till Tuesday. It’s Friday night when I’m finally back at my dorm. I open the door and when I want to lock it once I’m inside, it doesn’t seem to work.

That’s weird.

I might not have any knowledge when it comes to this, but I quickly come to the conclusion that it only works when I lock it from the outside, not the inside.

Great, it’s Friday night and the thought alone of me spending the night with a door that doesn’t lock, causes shivers down my spine. I grab my phone and call the only one I can think of.

‘Hi princess, what’s up?’ Walter asks as he answers the phone.

My heart shouldn’t skip a beat or two, but it does. It always does. ‘My lock isn’t working properly,’ I say, trying to lock my door again, but still nothing seems to happens. ‘It only locks and unlocks from the outside.’

‘Hm, we can’t call a locksmith right now,’ he says. ‘You’re not sleeping there tonight. Go pack your stuff, lock the door and then tomorrow we’ll call someone to check it out. I’d absolutely hate it if you were to stay there.’

I smile. ‘Okay.’

‘I’ll pick you up at the station. I’ll text you when I’m there and when you leave, share your location.’

✎ ✎ ✎

Just to make sure that I am not stepping in a car with a serial killer, I check once more if Walter really is in the truck. Through the droplets of water on my glasses I find it hard to focus, but seeing that smile, makes me realize I’ve got the right truck. I open the door and get in.

‘Hello,’ I say with a smile. ‘I’m so sorry that I look like a drowned kitten. New York weather isn’t too kind on me.’

‘Nonsense,’ he chuckles. ‘Drowned kitten or not, you look absolutely adorable. Now come here and give me a kiss.’ He leans into my direction and I meet him half way to press a long kiss on his lips. ‘You’re so beautiful, princess,’ he whispers against my lips, before he starts up the truck. As he drives off the vacant parking lot, he places his hand on my thigh.

‘It was quite hard to find the car,’ I admit. ‘In all my hastiness I forgot to put in my lenses and my glasses don’t come with wipers.’

He smiles. ‘I missed your glasses. They look so sweet on you.’

‘You think?’

‘Yes,’ he says without thinking. ‘Can’t believe your lock doesn’t work. What a shitty dorm you stay in.’

‘Kinda.’

I don’t know if he’s consciously doing or not, but his hand pushes up my dress. He places his hand a little above my knee. ‘Is this okay, princess?’

‘Yes,’ I say. Thankfully the truck allows me to scoot over a little and place my head on his shoulder. I wrap my arms around his thick one and let out a content sigh as I take in his cologne. ‘Thank you for picking me up,’ I whisper. ‘For protecting me.’

‘Oh, that’s only natural,’ he says.

When we’re at his apartment building, I finally am able to hold his hand as we walk up to the elevator. I hate this part of his apartment, since it’s partially underground and it’s really dark to get to the elevator. Walter holds my backpack in his other hand and squeezes my fingers. The second he closes the door of his loft, he carefully places my bag on the floor, before he helps me out of my coat.

‘Ah, princess, you’re cold.’

I don’t really care. I stand on my toes to give him a kiss, a long one. I’ve been yearning for his touch the entire day. We’re taking it slow—painfully slowly for that matter—but maybe it’s a good thing we do. Two weeks ago, he gave me a kiss, his hand sliding down from my lower back to my ass, which caused me to stiffen up completely. It’s ridiculous. I love it when he touches me, when he pulls me on his lap and he gives me intense kisses.

Yet I sometimes stiffen up completely.

My fingers push up his sweater and I touch his bare sides. He holds my face in his rough hands, softly caressing my cheeks. ‘Princess, wait a minute. As much as I want this, I don’t want to force you.’ He pushes some stray baby hairs out of my face. ‘You’re tense.’

‘I’m not tense,’ I tell him.

‘You kinda are, sweetheart.’

I let out a sigh. ‘Okay, maybe I am a little, but that is just because I’m nervous. I want this with you, Water. I trust you, it’s just that no one has ever seen me naked before.’

He nods, pecking my forehead. ‘We can just take a shower first,’ he suggests. ‘But only if you want. I need you to be honest with me.’

‘I want this with you,’ I whisper. ‘I really do. A shower sounds great.’

‘Allow me to show you the way.’

✎ ✎ ✎

The water is running and Walter’s already in the shower. I saw him naked and he is… Big, tall and broad in all sorts of ways to say the least. I mean, I’ve seen some porn and while I am aware that’s fake and unrealistic, I’m kinda confused now.

Walter comes so close to it, what if it isn’t fake?

I take off my vest, before I shred myself from my other pieces of clothing. I watch as my lacy pink underwear drops to the floor and I take a deep breath.

I want this, no need to be nervous. It’s just Walter. He told me I’m beautiful many many times, that won’t change when he sees me like this, right? He saw me in my underwear once, that time I changed into his shirt right before we went bed. I remember him smirking, whispering I was so damn gorgeous and that if I wanted, I should just sleep next to him like this.

I open the shower curtain, causing Walter to turn around and he smiles widely when his eyes land on me. He holds out his hand, so he can help me in the cubicle. My eyes dart around, anywhere but to him.

‘If you don’t want to do this,’ he whispers, ‘just tell me.’ He places his hands on my upper arms and adds: ‘Princess, I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. Really, we can take as much time as you want.’

‘I want this,’ I whisper. ‘Really, I do.’

He nods. ‘I think,’ he says, ‘you are absolutely breathtaking. There is no one out there who can compete with you.’

‘Thank you,’ I say in a soft tone, finally looking into his eyes. ‘You’re handsome.’

He buffs out his hairy chest and I place my hands on it as I let out a nervous chuckle. ‘I want you to breath, Penny.’

‘I am breathing.’

‘No,’ he chuckles, ‘you’re holding your breath. There is absolutely no need to be nervous. It’s just me.’

‘It’s not just you,’ I say. ‘You’re my professor, my boyfriend.’

He nods. ‘Don’t you worry about that, you already got your straight A,’ he jokes.

I wrap my arms around his waist and I hide my face in his chest. ‘You know, I’ve been thinking about going to cosmetology school, so your grade doesn’t really matter anyway.’

‘How are you gonna tell your parents?’

‘I don’t know,’ I whisper. ‘You helped me with figuring out who I am, I bet you’ll help me with this as well. Besides, if I do cosmetology school, I can start in February.’

‘You’re gonna finish your semester here?’

I shrug. ‘I don’t know. I’m not sure yet.’

‘Well, whatever you do, know that I’m proud of you. And when you leave your dorm, you can stay here for the time being. Is better for my heart anyways, I don’t like you staying in those sleazy dorms.’

I can’t help but smile. ‘You’re too sweet.’ I place my chin on his chest and he leans down to give me a peck on my lips. His kisses continue to be soft, causing goosebumps to appear on my entire skin. His touches are light, his hands squeezing in the soft flesh of my hips. ‘The second you feel uncomfortable,’ he says again, ‘you tell me. I don’t want to hurt you.’

‘I know, Walter.’ I hold his face in between my hands, pulling him in for another kiss. The warm stream of water massages my back, as Walter pulls me closer to him. I softly gasp for air as my chest is firmly pressed against his. His lips descend from my mouth to my nape and I’m pretty sure he is leaving marks.

‘Does that feel good, princess?’

‘It does,’ I whimper, as a buzzing warmth starts to form between my legs.

His hands slide up from my hips to my waist and they stay underneath my breasts, his thumbs slightly touching them. ‘Can I?’

I nod. ‘Please, please, yes.’

‘We’re already getting a little needy?’ he chuckles, as his hands cup my breasts. His thumbs toy with my stiffened nipples and I squeal of the unfamiliar sensation. ‘That’s my girl,’ he says with a smile, before giving me a long kiss on my lips. ‘You have no idea how lucky I am.’

✎ ✎ ✎

Walter has carried me to his bed, not caring to dry off either of our bodies. I could sense it in the shower, him becoming more and more desperate. His hands kneading into my flesh, his kisses growing rougher and him pushing my back against the cold shower wall, left him with a satisfied grin as I finally made a little bit of sound.

He has spread my legs, kissing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. He wraps his strong arms around my hips, his broad shoulders preventing me from closing my legs together. ‘Can you relax for me?’ he asks me, his hot breath against my throbbing slit.

‘I’m very relaxed,’ I say in a hoarse tone.

‘Unclench those fists for me then,’ he says and only then I realize my hands are balled into fists. ‘I want you to enjoy it, okay?’

‘Okay,’ I whisper. ‘What do I do with my hands?’

He smiles. ‘Run them through my hair,’ he says. ‘Can you do that for me?’

I nod, reaching down with my hands to grab some of his soft hair. ‘I don’t look hideous?’

Walter places his head against my inner thigh, looking up with nearly a pained expression. ‘Princess, why would you say that?’

I shrug. ‘Just a question.’

‘You’re beautiful, every part of you.’ He lets his tongue slide through my slit, before he wraps his lips around my clit. My back arches off the mattress and when the vibrations of his groans hit my sensitive bud, I let out a moan. Faster than my own shadow, I place a hand over my mouth, hoping to muffle out those sounds.

‘No, princess,’ he says, looking up. ‘Don’t do that. I want to hear those pretty sounds.’

It’s hard to let go. It’s hard to make sounds, to let him know how he makes me feel. ‘I’m sorry,’ I whisper. ‘I can’t.’

‘Why not?’

‘I… I don’t know.’

‘You’re doing great, sweetheart. Nothing to be embarrassed about.’ He gives my thighs a reassuring squeeze, before he dives back in, this time hungrier than before. I can’t help but clench my thighs together, nearly crushing his head between them. I pull his hair, as his tongue draws circles around my clit.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, I think to myself. This feels so foreign, so—

A sob leaves my lips, interrupting my thoughts as my toes start to curl. My hips buck up and an unfamiliar feeling washes over me. This tension I had stored in my entire body, nearly slips out of my body, as I shake on the bed. Tears run over my cheeks and I hide my face in my hands. ‘Stop, please, stop,’ I whimper.

I can’t see what Walter’s doing, but I feel the bed dip beside me. ‘Princess,’ he whispers to me, his arm wrapping around my waist, ‘you did so well for me.’

I press my legs together, as I catch my breath. ‘Walter, it’s sensitive.’

Walter pushes some strands of my hair back, before peeling my hands from my face.  ‘It usually is. I almost think you never masturbated before.’

My cheeks burn up and I hate that he can see it. ‘I have, but… Never orgasmed before.’

He gives me a kiss and says: ‘I see, I see. How did it feel?’

‘It felt good,’ I whisper, before I clear my throat.

Walter must sense my insecurities, because his tone is soft when he says: ‘I’m proud of you.’ He does all the right things for me to relax. His fingertips draw figures on my skin, he kisses the left over tears away and whispers sweet little nothings in my ear, almost as if he wants to sooth me. ‘Do you want to continue?’

‘I do, I do,’ I quickly say.

Walter moistens his fingers between his lips, before he reaches down. My hips involuntarily buck up as they brush passed my sensitive clit, earning myself a low chuckle from Walter. As he gently pushes in one finger as he lays beside me, I wrap my arm around his shoulders. ‘Kiss me,’ I whisper.

He obliges without letting a second, slamming his plump lips on mine. I melt against him, his warmth radiating against my body. He pushes in another finger, slowly stretching me out as I whimper against his lips.

‘You’re doing great, sweetheart,’ he tells me, when he feels my digits wrapped around his thick wrist. ‘You feel so good around my fingers.’

I don’t even think about it, but the words: ‘I need you,’ leave my lips before I know it.

‘You do now?’

Oh, we’re getting cocky?

He pumps in his fingers, in a slow pace. ‘Good thing I need you too.’ His thumb brushes against my clit and when I clench around his fingers and I feel that same feeling bubbling up deep inside me, he stops. Pulls out his fingers and I let out a whine. ‘Want me to use a condom, darling?’

I nod. I might be inexperienced, but I am not that daft to risk a pregnancy. Especially since I’m not on the pill. He grabs one from the bedside table, rolls it on and sits in between my legs.

I don’t want to say it, but I worry. He is big and I have no idea if it’s gonna fit. What if it hurts? Oh no, what if I’m one of those women that start bleeding during her first time? Leave it up to me to bleed a gallon and having to go to the emergency room.

‘Okay, you need to get out of your head,’ he says, as he teases his tip near my aching entrance. ‘Don’t you worry a thing, okay?’

‘I’ll try, Walter,’ I say in a shaky tone. ‘What if it hurts?’

‘Then you tell me,’ he says, squeezing my leg. ‘Princess, it would help if you stopped worrying.’

‘I’m trying,’ I say. ‘I really am.’ This is not the time to cry, Penny. Don’t you dare—

It’s too late. A hot tear rolls over my cheek, followed by many more and Walter quickly pulls me up. I sit on his thick legs, his arms wrapped tightly around me. ‘We can stop, Penny,’ he says. ‘We really can.’

I shake my head. ‘I don’t want to,’ I whisper. ‘I’m just afraid it’ll hurt.’

He nods. ‘We’ll take it slow, okay? We have the entire night. Heck, we have the entire weekend.’

‘But I want to do it now,’ I say. In a softer tone I add: ‘I want you, Walter. I need you.’

He gently places me on my back again, nearly suffocating me with kisses, causing me to laugh. With his lips locked on mine, he pushes in his tip. I dig my nails in his strong back. ‘Feels good?’

‘It does,’ I groan. ‘More, I can handle it.’

He slowly sinks in, my walls wrapping closely and tightly around him. Walter lets out a growl like sound, stilling his motions. ‘My girl,’ he chuckles, ‘I’m so proud of you. Taking me in like it’s nothing.’

‘You’re proud of me? Really?’ I ask.

‘I wouldn’t lie to you, princess.’ He allows me to stretch around him. He pats my thigh a few times, before giving it a squeeze. Walter checks one more time if I’m ready and when I nod, he pulls out, before carefully sliding back in.

The thrusts are soft. His bed slightly creaks every time he buries himself back into me. The room is filled with his grunts and loving words and with my hoarse gasps. I wipe away my tears with the back of my hand, as I take in this unknown, but pleasurable feeling.

‘Faster,’ I whisper. ‘Please.’

‘You sure?’

‘Mhm.’

Not only do the thrusts grow faster, but slightly harder as well and those soft gasps of mine, quickly turn into something louder. A thin layer of sweat on both of our bodies. My legs wrapped tightly around his hips.

I flutter around his hard member, causing him to smile. ‘I can already feel it again, sweetheart,’ he says. ‘You’re close?’

A nod is all I can muster.

My toes curl, my breathing stops and the wave of euphoria washes over me. Tears drip over my face and I whimper: ‘Stop, stop, stop.’

He listens instantly and as the shocks run through my body, the aftermath of my second orgasm, he stills inside of me. ‘Too sensitive?’

‘I’m sorry, but yes.’

‘Don’t be sorry, don’t be,’ he tells me. ‘You did amazing, princess. Want me to pull out?’

I simply nod and I softly sniffle as he does. He’s still hard as a rock and he peels off the condom, throwing it in the bin. I push myself up and give him a kiss. ‘What about you?’

‘It’s okay, sweetheart.’

‘No, I… I can help,’ I awkwardly suggest. ‘I mean, I never done that before and I have no idea how to, but I think I can do it.’

‘You don’t have to.’

‘But I want to.’

He smiles. ‘Well, I can’t compete with that.’ He scoots over to the edge of the bed, gentle pulling me with him. ‘Go sit right there, sweetheart.’ I kneel on the carpet in between his legs and I take a deep breath. He holds my hand, guiding it to his hard member. I wrap my fingers around it, the tips not even touching. He leads the way as to how I need to move my hand. ‘You can squeeze a bit,’ he tells me.

I moisten my lips. ‘Can I?’

He nods. ‘Careful with your teeth,’ he says. ‘And don’t force it, princess.’

I open my mouth and let my tongue circle around his tip, before I wrap my lips around it. It earns me a low and sultry moan, and I look up. ‘Is it okay?’ I ask.

‘It’s perfect.’

As I slowly pump him without any guidance of Walter, I slowly try to get more and more of him inside my mouth. I don’t want my first ever blowjob experience to end with vomit, so I’m not forcing myself in a pornographic kind of way, where I nuzzle my nose into his pubes.

I mean, that would probably be impossible for me anyway.

Walter runs his fingers through my hair, slowly guiding me into bopping up and down. When I hollow my cheeks, the grip on my hair turns a bit harsher. ‘Shit, princess, you sure it’s your first time?’

I softly moan around him and he pulls back my head. With some drool dripping over my chin, I continue to pump him. His grunts fill the room, as warm spurts of cum land on my chest. The tight muscles in his entire body tense up, his hips bucking up to meet my hand. His jaw clenched, muffled groans.

That might’ve been the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

Completely enthralled in Walter, I barely notice that his cum has both painted my chest, but also the lower part of my face. ‘I was not planning on this,’ he chuckles, wiping my chin clean with his thumb. He pushes it passed my lips and I taste the saltiness of his cum on my tongue.

‘Was it good?’ I ask him.

‘It sure was, darling.’ He stands up and pulls me back on my feet. ‘But we do need another shower now.’

✎ ✎ ✎

After a warm shower, we’re securely tucked underneath the blankets. I nuzzle against his naked frame with mine and he holds me tightly against him. ‘Penny,’ he says in a low tone, ‘I am falling in love with you.’

I smile, my heart warming at his lovely confession. ‘I’m falling for you too,’ I say, ‘like head over heels in love with you.’

His grip on me tightens a bit. ‘You know, in a few weeks, we have Christmas break,’ he says. ‘You’ve got any plans?’

‘Originally I wanted to go back to Maryland,’ I say, ‘but my parents probably want me to enjoy the college experience and kinda force me to have fun with friends.’ I let out a soft laugh. ‘As if I have any friends.’

He scoffs. ‘You’ll get the friends you deserve when the time is right, princess. But, just so we’re clear: you and I can spend a lot of time together during Christmas?’

I lean on my elbow so I can look at him again. ‘Of course. What did you have in mind?’

‘A little trip,’ he says. ‘Outside of New York, so we can stop sneaking around for a bit. Where do you want to go?’

‘I don’t mind,’ I say, ‘as long as I’m with— Oh, we could go to Las Vegas.’

He smiles. ‘You want to spend Christmas in Las Vegas?’ he asks.

I tilt my head, all of the sudden not so sure anymore about my Las Vegas idea. ‘Maybe Hawaii then?’

Am I hallucinating or did it just seem like Walter’s eyes turned into little hearts? ‘You’ve got quite the expensive taste, princess.’

Instantly I feel bad. He is obviously gonna pay for a lot of it, since I barely have any money. ‘Oh, sorry. You pick something, something less expensive. I don’t mind where we’re going.’

‘No, no, no,’ he says, ‘Hawaii could actually be it. Want to be surprised or want in on the planning?’

‘Surprised,’ I tell him. ‘Oh my goodness, Walter, this is so exciting. I can’t wait to spend all my time with you.’ I lean in to give him a kiss and he smiles against my lips. ‘I love you,’ I whisper, when he lets me go.

‘You do?’ A cocky grin forms on his lips and he says: ‘I love you more.’ He peppers me with kisses, tickles my sides and my squeals fill the room. ‘I love you so fucking much, I’m never gonna let anything happen to you, okay? You know that right?’

I bite my lip. ‘Of course I know that,’ I whisper, pushing back some of his hair. ‘I’ll forever know it.’

✎ ✎ ✎

The next morning, I see Walter standing in the kitchen, his back turned towards me. I sneak over to him, but he wouldn’t be the detective he is if he didn’t notice me already. ‘Princess, I can hear you.’

I instantly stop tiptoeing. ‘I know,’ I laugh, ‘but it was worth the shot. You’re such a  good detective.’

He chuckles, before lifting me up, placing me on the clean counter. He leans over to peck my lips. ‘How are you feeling?’

I nod. ‘I’m good, just… A little sore.’

Walter seems oddly proud of himself. ‘Oh, really?’

‘Yeah, my jaw too.’

He dumps the wooden spatula in the pan, turns the stove down low, before he stands in between my legs, wrapping his arms around my waist. ‘Well, princess, you did great last night. I’m so proud of you.’

‘You liked it?’ I ask, still a little unsure of how I performed last night. I mean, I never done it before and Walter probably had plenty of sex, because hello, have you seen that man? The fact that he wasn’t taken before we met is a miracle to me.

Walter buries his face in my neck, pressing sloppy kisses on my delicate skin as his beard is probably leaving some red marks, but I don’t care. ‘What do you think, princess?’ he asks. ‘Of course I liked it. Heck, I loved it. I love you, Penelope Townsend. I love you and only you. There is no need for you to be insecure.’ The sloppy kisses have moved to my lips, Walter’s parted lips against mine, his tongue exploring mine.

I arch my back, leaning into his touch, but something burns in my heart. Insecurities, that voice that tells me I’m not good enough for him and that last night was terrible. Before I can even stop it, warm tears roll over my face. ‘I’m sorry,’ I whisper, my voice breaking mid sentence. ‘I don’t know why.’

Walter softly shushes me, whispering it’s okay. ‘It was a lot,’ he says, ‘quite the experience.’ He kisses my tears away and says: ‘Princess, it’s alright, no need to cry, okay?’

‘I’m totally overreacting,’ I hiccup.

‘No, you’re not,’ he retorts. When he sees it’s not working, he pulls my head to his chest, pressing kisses on my hair, before he wraps his arms around my body. ‘How about breakfast first and then a hot shower?’ he suggests.

‘A shower with you?’

‘If you want,’ he says.

I nod. ‘Sounds good to me.’

✎ ✎ ✎

As we’re standing underneath the warm streams of water, Walter massages my scalp as he washes my hair, lathers my body with soap and fantasizes about our future trip together. ‘I can’t wait for you and I to be together for an unlimited amount of time.’

I smile, thinking about the idea of waking up to him, eating breakfast, lunch and dinner with him and walking around, holding his hand. ‘Me neither.’

Slowly but surely, the insane insecurities are something of the past, however I still know that if I think about it too long, my hands start to shake and I overthink it all. Before that can actually happen, Walter makes sure to distract me with kisses, with touches and telling me silly things he wants to do when he and I get to Hawaii.

‘We’re really going to Hawaii?’

‘Of course,’ he says, turning me around so I can look at him. ‘Because Hawaii is a perfect place for us to spend Christmas.’

‘What do I need to wear?’ I ask. ‘I don’t know how warm it is there.’

‘Let’s start with a bathing suit,’ Walter cheekily says, causing me to roll my eyes. ‘Just some light outfits,’ he whispers. ‘Honestly, princess, you look beautiful no matter what you wear.’

‘Is it expensive?’ I ask. ‘A trip to Hawaii.’

‘Don’t you worry your pretty little head over that, I’ve got it covered.’

[littlestarofthewest]

Hello! Thank you very much for your Arthur x male reader fics! There are so few of them and as a gay man I suffer T-T I really enjoyed "You are mine" and I hope you will overcome your writing block. I have a little request (sort of) for you. If you'll write anything with Arthur, could you please pay some attention to his chest and hairiness? Thank you again! Also it would be awesome to read some Arthur x male reader with bottom Arthur! :D

Hey! Thank you so much for the nice message! I’m so happy you like “You’re Mine,” I swear I’m working on the next chapter xD You got me there. I had someone tell me how rare top!reader is right when I joined the fandom and I’m still pretty guilty of writing a lot of top!Arthur, so I tried to change that with this. I hope you’ll enjoy this as well and I didn’t go overboard ^^

Title: A Bed and a Bath | Word Count: 2323 | Rating: Explicit (18+!!!)

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x male reader | Tags: alcohol cw, come play

You walk into the saloon, hoping to see him again, but a quick look around tells you that the cowboy of your dreams isn't there.

For four weeks, he's been to the salon every other day, and ever since you mustered the courage to talk to him, he's always on your mind. His name is Arthur, and he's the cumulation of everything you like in a man.

Arthur is tall, broad, and built sturdy enough that he might be able to lift you. His pants are hugging strong thighs, his gun belt resting on the swell of a nice, round ass that has you wanting to pinch him. 

At first, you only got to see his lips and lovely beard as he had his hat drawn deep into his face, but then you offered to buy him a drink. The light hit his eyes when he looked up, letting them sparkle in a gold speckled blue.

"Sure wouldn't say no to such an offer," Arthur said, a deep rumble in his voice that heightened your attraction even more. "Thank you, mister."

Ever since, you bought Arthur drinks, except for the times when he insisted on paying you back. You love talking to him, not only for the time it gives you to ogle him but for his interesting insight about the world. Arthur seems well-traveled, knowing a lot of the outdoors, and every time he leaves, you wish you could go with him.

The hour gets late, and you book a room so you can just pass out upstairs while drunk. Then, the saloon doors swing open, and Arthur comes in. You wish you were used to his appearance by now, but it still hits you worse than before.

Usually, Arthur wears a shirt and a vest, sometimes even a coat over it, depending on the weather. Today, his broad chest is barely covered with the thin layer of his union suit, the top buttons open, and his sleeves rolled up. He almost looks naked, giving you a good view of the hairs on his arms and chest.

Arthur walks over to the bar, taking his hat off and running a hand through his hair before shaking his hat towards the ground and putting it on the bar. It's then that you realize how wet he is. It must have started raining, but you've been so busy sulking that you didn't notice.

Leaning against the bar, Arthur orders a drink and downs it right away. You can't tell if it's just the outfit or something else, but Arthur seems different. Restless, almost anxious. He opens his hand, moves his fingers, and clenches them to a fist a few times before settling on running his thumb over the grip of his gun.

You haven't seen Arthur for three days, and his demeanor makes you wonder if something happened while you were gone. Although you have no right to do so, you have the urge to ask him, or even better, soothe him. 

Without thinking, you wander over to him, leaning against the bar. "May I order you a drink?"

Arthur lifts his hand as if to brush you off, but then your eyes meet, surprise on Arthur's face. "Oh, it's you."

"Nice to see you, too, Arthur," you say, acting as if offended, but your grin should tell him that you're only joking. "I've missed you."

Arthur clears his throat and looks down at the bar instead of you. "Yeah, um, I've been busy."

He looks so bashful that you have to fight the urge to hug him on the spot. His longer hairs fall into his face, a droplet of water falling down and gracing his cheek. You carefully tuck the strand of hair behind his ear, and when Arthur looks up in surprise, you run your thumb over his cheek to wipe away the water, loving the softness of his beard.

Arthur's eyes bore into yours, and you're finally out of patience. You want this man, and either he wants you as well, or he doesn't. It's time to act on your desires, so you lean in, your lips barely touching Arthur's ear.

"I wish you'd be busy with me," you whisper, and Arthur shudders, taking in a sharp breath. "I have room number three. If you want to, you can follow me upstairs."

When you lean back, Arthur stares at you open-mouthed. You order him a drink, putting the money for it on the bar. Arthur doesn't react when the barkeeper puts down the glass, so you decide on giving him some space.

Without looking back, you go upstairs into your room, hoping against hope that this beautiful man might be interested in you. With a whole flock of butterflies in your stomach, you sit down on the bed, trying to take calm breaths.

About a minute later, there's a knock on the door. Your heart almost beats out of your chest as you get up to open it. Arthur is standing outside, holding his hat to his chest, his cheeks tainted with a rosy blush. He looks like he's about to meet the parents of his beloved, not as if he's about to have sex with a stranger.

"I ain't good at this," Arthur says, fumbling with his hat.

"You don't need to be," you say, pulling him into the room by his suspenders.

Arthur follows along and lets you push him against the door once it is closed again. You take away his hat and throw it over to a dresser, not caring if you actually hit it. Instead, you run your fingers through Arthur's hair and pull him in for a kiss.

You start slowly, tasting Arthur's lips and teasing him with your tongue until he opens his mouth, just as curious to taste you as well. Only when you try to pull Arthur closer, he steps back. "I got all soaked," he grunts. "Stupid rain."

"Better get you out of these clothes then," you say, and Arthur doesn't protest when you pull his suspenders down his shoulders.

Arthur kicks off his boots, letting you drag down his pants, and you stay down there, reaching up to open the buttons of his union suit. You love how more hair appears and run your hand through it, your fingertips following a lovely treasure trail all the way down to the hairs around Arthur's cock. 

After Arthur gets out of the sleeves, you pull the fabric down and let Arthur step out of the union suit. Four weeks, and now you have what you wanted from the start, Arthur naked, for you to do with him as you please.

You lean forward and bury your face in the hairs on his stomach, taking in his scent while your hands explore his body. Then you run your hand along his cock and close your fingers around him before having a taste as well.

"Goddamn," Arthur curses, but his hand finds its way to your neck, holding on to you with a firm grip. It seems that he quickly got over being all blushy and shy.

You let yourself enjoy Arthur like this, now that you finally can, and only stop when your own pants get uncomfortably tight. You get up and kiss Arthur again while moving him over to the bed. You push him down and enjoy the view until Arthur chuckles.

"That's all you want to do?" he asks before reaching down and stroking himself.

You grunt and get out of your clothes as fast as you can, only lingering for a moment to get some lube out of your pocket. Arthur eyes the small bottle and spreads his legs. Such an offering forces your heart to almost beat out of your chest. You crawl onto the bed, your dick twitching between your legs.

Arthur makes even more room for you, and you kneel between his thighs, applying some oil to his hole before lubing up your dick. He enjoys the touch, rolling his hips and getting you so eager to have him that you can barely take it.

You move closer and run the tip of your cock over Arthur's hole, happy to hear him gasp. Then you push in, going slow despite your growing need to take Arthur for real.

He makes it easy for you, relaxing his muscles and holding up his ass, so you have easy access. You lean over him and get so lost in kissing him that your body ends up pressed against his, barely moving despite your slow thrusts.

You begin to explore Arthur then, rubbing your cheek against his before kissing along his jaw to his neck, satisfied when he moans. His scent and taste have you buck your hips, and when Arthur lets out a surprised gasp, it spurs you on to go harder. 

Arthur reaches for you then, his fingers digging into your shoulders while he grows louder, and you get an unbeatable urge to watch him. After a long kiss, you force yourself to sit up, Arthur watching you as if he's just waiting for orders.

He's running his fingers over your chest, but while that feels nice, you have other plans. You grab Arthur by the wrists and lift his hands over his head, pinning him down.

The sight of Arthur like this is breathtaking. His drying hair curls itself at the ends, framing his beautiful face. He breathes visibly, his full lips slightly parted and his big chest rising and falling quickly. You run your hands over it, taking your time to tease his nipples.

Arthur whines, but instead of soothing him, you thrust into him. Although you let go of Arthur's arms, he keeps them over his head, making his body vulnerable for whatever you have in store for him. 

You hold on to Arthur's hips, looking down as your cock disappears inside of Arthur again and again. He has no trouble taking you, and you wonder if that's what Arthur prefers or if he might pleasure other men with his nice dick. 

It twitches, precome leaking onto Arthur's belly, and it surprises you how much it turns you on to watch Arthur like this. You don't care so much about being inside of him, but instead, you feast on watching his pleasure.

"Touch yourself," you say, swallowing hard as Arthur looks up to you. "Your chest."

Arthur brings down his arms, still holding your gaze as he runs his big hands over his chest. You can't help thrusting into him, and when Arthur moans while teasing his nipples, you have to hold yourself back to not come right then and there. 

Now that Arthur knows about your weakness, he scratches and squeezes himself, trying his best to give you something to look at. With desperate moans tumbling from your lips, you have to watch as Arthur lifts one arm over his head again while the other one wanders south.

His fingers follow the thick line of hair until he reaches his cock. Arthur grabs it and strokes himself in tune with your thrusts, teasing himself with twists of his hand or with how he rubs his thumb over the tip.

You're tempted to help Arthur out, but your fingers dig deep into the flesh of his thighs as you hold his legs apart. Besides, he should know best what he likes, and it's a pleasure to watch Arthur enjoying himself. 

Soon, he speeds up his movements, and you quicken your pace, eager to help Arthur along. He moans in between short, desperate breaths, and then his whole body goes rigid. His fingers claw into the sheets, and Arthur slows the hand on his dick, streaks of his come shooting out, covering his own chest and stomach.

You carefully slip out of him in case he's too sensitive, but stroke your cock, the sight of Arthur just too damn delicious. He's still breathing heavily but relaxed, his hairy body painted with his load. You become desperate to add to it.

After leaning in to kiss Arthur, you crawl upon him, your legs framing Arthur's broad chest. You take Arthur's hands and lift them up, giving him directions, and he pushes his pecs together, making a nice crease that's calling for you.

Leaning over Arthur, you rub your cock on his chest, his come providing enough lube to avoid too much friction. It's just enough to keep you going, and when you look down, you find Arthur watching you. It's hard to decide if you want to lose yourself in his eyes or burn the sight of your cock against his chest into your memory.

Doing this, and him indulging you so eagerly, turns you on more than you thought possible. Arthur makes sure you stay in a good position to rub yourself against him, and the friction has you come hard. You moan deeply as you add your load to Arthur's, covering his chest and chin with your come.

Arthur wipes it into his mouth and grins while you groan and fall down next to him. No matter how much you enjoyed yourself, that's not a good position to stay in for a longer time. Looking down on himself, Arthur huffs. "Look at me. Now I need a bath."

You roll over and run your fingers over his sticky chest. "How about I pay for that bath, and then you come back here and stay for the night."

Arthur rubs his beard, acting like he needs to think about it. "My clothes are still pretty wet."

"And you're awfully dirty," you say, leaning over him.

Arthur chuckles and pulls you in for a kiss. "You better make it worth my while."

"I will," you promise. After all, a chance like this doesn't come along very often. You wished to be with the man of your dreams, and here you are. "Even if it takes all night."

[whatwashernameagain]

Mine to protect

After reading this lovely one-shot I was forced to write my own. You know how those are impossible to resist? This fic is based on chapter 23 of Keep him safe, but can easily be read separately.

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Summary: Former delinquent Virgil Raine’s life has finally gotten back on track under the care of detective Logan Sanders, but after his dark past caught up with him and caused a friend to get injured he is devastated. The urge to simply disappear and protect those morons from the dangers he keeps attracting is hard to resist. Logan knows his little delinquent well though and ensures he feels safe and cared for and helps him realize that they can rely on each other. Holding him is no hardship at all for the man who’s made it his mission to provide protection for his family after all.

Warnings: Hints of past violence and past eating disorder, anxiety, crying (now it sounds bleak, but it’s really frigging cute, I swear!)

Pairing: Platonic analogical (Logan/Virgil)

Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Snuggles

Words: 1.871

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Mine to protect

Logan sighed as he once again heard a thumping sound from the room that had become Virgil’s own. After they’d finally come home from the hospital, the young man had looked ready to collapse, guilt and fear about their near miss, about the injury of his friend pressing heavily against his mind. Instead of trying to flee their care again, the former delinquent had avoided getting captured by Roman’s well meaning hands trying to gently forestall his escape again and had locked himself into his room.

Fear twisted in Logan’s stomach as he gently taped a band aid over his partner’s large, well manicured hand. The younger detective looked quite crushed, and not only because Virgil had made sure to scratch and kick him properly for trying to hold onto him. Roman had done the right thing though. From the start of their relationship, Virgil had feared for the safety of his voluntary protectors, had feared his dark past catching up to him and hurting them. He was far too selfless to not try to remove himself from their lives. Well. That would not do. He’d have to calm his little delinquent down before he hurt himself or talked himself into leaving again. The keys to Logan’s front door were still hanging from their hooks next to the door after all, tempting him to unlock the door and slip away in the cover of nightfall. Logan’s unadorned ones, Roman’s impractical, colorful Disney ornaments as well as Virgil’s simple and practical purple carabiner hook. Logan had gifted in to him so he could attach his keys to his belt loop when he kept them inside his pocket. The idea of the young man loosing access to the place of safety he had created for him had made his stomach churn uncomfortably. He wanted him to feel secure in his right to come and go as he pleased. To know that this flat wasn’t just Logan’s anymore, but theirs.

After sending Roman to his spot on the couch with the stuffed unicorn Prince Sparkles and the glittering monstrosity of a balloon he’d gotten from the hospital (it rained glitter everywhere), where he put a Pixar movie on for him, he quietly knocked on Virgil’s door.

“What?” The young man growled after a too long pause. The older detective imagined the young man freezing like a deer in the headlight.

“It’s me. May I come in?” He asked softly, making his voice calm and even.

With a grumbling sound following another long pause, the sound of a key turning in the lock indicated his invitation. Entering the room, Logan took in its state, as well as that of his charge. Virgil had apparently gotten busy pulling all of their shared books from the shelve to reorganize them, probably simply to give his nervous hands something to fidget with. His own organization was certainly not the issue! Logan prided himself in his system for very good reasons!

The young man was already looking uncomfortable at dislodging something in his apartment like he had done when the older man had first brought him here to recover. It was a setback the attentive detective observed with growing worry. The fact that his adopted friend one now moved around the kitchen like it had become his to rule over had given them all great comfort. Cooking had become a form of relaxation for him and he’d finally grown unafraid of hitting Roman’s fingers when he tried to steal a bite or of telling them to get out until he was done when he wanted his peace and quiet. The rudeness had warmed Logan for reasons he couldn’t quite explain. There was nothing to do now but once again try to reassure him of his right to be here with them, no matter how awkward he often felt about taking initiative in initiating their affectionate gestures. He had gotten much better with practice though.

“Sit with me, please.” He requested, settling on the bed he had held the then bruised and frightened creature on for the first time. It felt very long ago that Virgil had been brought to his guest room, beaten and defensive and very brave still. He’d been bird-thin under his hands then. The fact that he was slowly starting to gain weight had reassured Logan greatly. As he settled his palm over the bowed back tentatively now, he could still feel too prominent bones, but could not spot the individual ribs through the fabric of the t-shirt. His protecting hoodie had been flung into the corner in an uncharacteristic fit of untidiness. It smelled of disinfectant, Logan guessed.

His little delinquent looked cold in the worn fabric, and far too small with the way he hunched his shoulders. His pale hands were twisting the t-shirt compulsively, no doubt missing the long sleeves.

Wordlessly, Logan allowed his arm to slip around his shoulders, drawing him closer gently. Virgil was small enough to fit under the taller man’s arm perfectly, especially as the tension finally leaked from him after a few long moments. He sagged against his friend’s chest, leaning his cheek against the cool fabric of the dark blue vest.

Fondness welled up in the tired young man. He felt so drained, so beaten by the unfairness that was life. All of those idiots were trying so hard to protect him from his past, not caring if they got hurt. The weight of his failures pressed hard against his mind. Everything felt so heavy.

And yet, here he was, being pulled against the side of a man who was probably still trying to swallow down a complaint about the disruption of his book-sorting-system and who was walking around his own flat with his tie still firmly knotted and not even the buttons on the sleeves of his pressed dress shirt opened. His socks matched the color of his vest. He was such a square. Virgil was hit by how much he loved this painfully tidy nerd. More tension drained from him as Logan’s hand rubbed up and down his arm before pulling the soft blanket over his narrow shoulders and resuming his hold. His go-to move when someone was sad. The fucking nerd.

His little smile of endearment brought mortified, terrified tears to his eyes. He could have lost this fucking moron today, could have lost all of them, because they stupidly demanded to stand between him and the world when it was clearly he who should be hurt! He clasped a hand over his mouth, tasting bile, tasting loss.

His world churned briefly, uncomfortably, as he was manhandled by the secure hands on him. After a brief moment of disorientation, Virgil found himself lying on his bed with Logan holding onto him tightly, squishing him against his broad chest and soothingly running his hands through his perpetually tangled hair. He held on.

Breathing was difficult for a long moment, as if the emotions he’d tried to hold at bay were pressing down on his chest. He trembled.

“It is alright, Virgil. You are safe and so are we. The worst is behind us now. I need you to stay with me now, alright? Listen to my voice and concentrate on nothing else.”

His name was spoken like an endearment.

Wrapping his larger body around the little delinquent, Logan did his best to shield him from the world, from his own mind, and kept whispering to him, letting him feel the vibrations of his deep voice where their chests were pressed together. A sob escaped the young man that shook his whole body.

Logan tucked his tear-stained face into the crook of his neck, his heart breaking. His little one. He’d never thought adopting this infuriating creature that had caused him nothing but trouble in the past would make him feel so much. So much helplessness and fear and protectiveness and love.

He whispered to him for a long time, rubbing his back and allowing him to cry himself out.

Their moment was finally interrupted as the blanket they were lying on was pulled insistently, an angry, chirring/screeching sound accompanying the motion. Unlike Virgil, Cat the raccoon had had no problems gaining weight and was now attempting to haul all of it up the side of the bed.

The creature, another of Logan’s unwillingly adopted strays, was not fond of stress and had hidden under the bed upon feeling Virgil’s restlessness. The useless critter. Now that the young man had almost cried himself out, it climbed over them with pointy feet and claws and tried to squeeze itself into the nonexistent space between the two men with an annoyed gurgling sound. How had Logan managed to find a beast this ill mannered?!

“Verdammtes Mistvieh!” The older detective cursed quietly as he got hissed at for not making room quickly enough. The hairy monster unfortunately liked no one and only barely tolerated anyone close to it. Except for Virgil.

A watery laugh escaped him as the still quite patchy and scruffy creature insistently curled itself into a ball under his chin, making their embrace a little awkward but far more amusing. His neck got licked. Hiccuping slight, Virgil curved his body to accommodate his friend. It was always so defensive, having it seek his contact was all the more precious for how rare the occasion was. Logan was less amused though.

With an annoyed huff, he freed himself from the unsanitary creature. Tears on his clothes he could easily handle, but the striped fur of this monster got everywhere. It gurgled at him, snapping its jaws.

Feeling his little delinquent tense upon feeling abandoned, Logan made sure to quickly situate himself behind the young man, curling around him like a large and warm blanket. A sigh escaped Virgil that seemed to make him even smaller in his arms.

“I know your day has been very difficult, but trust me, with time and distance after traumatic events your constitution should improve rapidly. You have so far proven to be remarkably resilient and I believe that we can overcome this obstacle together.” He promised, soothingly brushing back too long bangs out of Virgil’s pale face. The purple was growing out, showing raven strands at the roots.

“Not worried ‘bout myself.” The other mumbled into gray fur.

“I am aware. But it is alright. We are all safe and the danger has passed. You are feeling responsible, but it would benefit you to remember that we are relying on you as much as you are on us. We trust you because we know you would do the same for us.”

Virgil stayed silent. It would take a long time to truly help him get over his guilt, but Logan had time. He stilled as his calloused hand was captured. Nimble, cool fingers undid the small buttons on his sleeve, helping to make him more comfortable. Virgil watched over them as much as Logan watched over his little delinquent, he just didn’t notice it yet. But he would with enough patience. Pressing an inconspicuous kiss to the now smoothed out locks, Logan held onto the young man under his protection until his fingers got bitten by the gottverdammter, dreckinger Waschbär...

Why was he keeping this unpleasant, ill-mannered raccoon again?

Right. Virgil was laughing.

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