For a Christmas sketch request, how about Sherlock and John decorating the tree and getting ready for the holidays? :)
Hi!! *bounces up and down* would you be able to do a fanart of something like Jawn forcing an antler headband thingy on sherlocks head? Lol, happy holidays!!
First of all, Sherlock would never wear antlers. No way. But do improvized antlers count? And these dorks would never decorate the christmas tree, cause Mrs. Hudson does it better. Does decorating Sherlock count? Anyway, HAPPY HOLIDAYS C:
For my truce contribution I got a leetle carried away and wrote up this nearly-9k monstrosity. cosplayer-bara, I hope you enjoy it! It’s a bit rough and ready. I don’t really do sparkles and the fluff is actually more H/C, but it is Danny- and Dani-centric. I certainly had fun writing it.
Merry Christmas and happy New Year! <3
The Fentons picked their way through chunks of concrete and past the smoking iron skeletons of cars. The ozone, burning stench of ectoplasm hung in the air in an almost tangible fog.
Maddie pulled her goggles over her stinging eyes. Nothing moved. Two city blocks had been flattened, leaving ragged hills and furrows of smoking rubble. The news helicopter had gone down ten minutes before that last, massive attack, so they weren’t sure what they would find when they’d ventured outside the ghost shield. She kicked aside a twisted hunk of fender. Thank god they’d evacuated the city in time.
It had been an average day in Amity Park, until some spiritualist fanatic had stolen the Fenton Bazooka and locked it on overdrive, ripping an enormous hole into the ghostly dimension, a part of that world deeper and darker than any of them had ever experienced.
10 Punch: Delirium (or Saitama’s hot and says things that
makes Genos blush) NSFW-ish
This was punishment. Borderline
torture. For what? If Genos were a betting man, he’d put this month’s rent
money on calling Saitama “Sensei” when they were intimate, deliberately
against his flustered lover's wishes.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!
It’s been a while, huh?~
This one goes out to @ju-no-yu on
tumblr who requested a sick!fic for the OPM Secret Santa c; Hope you enjoy~
And I also had this fic planned out for a very long time ^^ So I’m glad to be able to finally write a sick!fic~
Prompt: Newt left you alone on Christmas Eve after promising he’d be there, coming home to find his best friend (u thought) curled up on the couch
Warnings: Fluff!!!! Lots of fluff because fluff is amazing
You pulled the blanket closer to your nose, curling up more on the couch that only seemed to get even colder as you were alone. It was Christmas Eve and you were spending it on your own. “Great. Just great.” You muttered to yourself as his words “I promise to be home for Christmas” echoed in your mind. You pulled your knees closer, burying your face in the seemingly cold blanket.
Newt Scamander, your closest friend had left you once again. On one of his trips you guessed, pressing your head to the cold window, as snow shimmered across the streets of London. Little did Newt know that your heart was in pain not because you were alone, but because you didn’t know if he was coming back. You wanted to know he was okay, hold him in your arms and tell him how much you love him.
You sighed knowing how long it would be for that day to come.
You looked back over to the blinking Christmas tree, and the gifts it held. You shifted slightly feeling a small box fall out of your pocket. The gift you had saved for Newt, now pointless it seemed. Your heart sank slowly as you waited until the unseemly hour of 12am.
“Merry Christmas” you softly whispered to yourself as you curled up, slowly drifting off. You stayed this way for a while.
All of a sudden the front door gently swung open, a tall freckled man stepped into the doorway and set down his case, smiling softly seeing you. Newt scolded himself for being home so late, and he could tell you had stayed up by the creases left between your eyebrows. He picked up his case, being sure to shut the door quietly and walked over to your sleeping figure. Newt gently brushed aside a piece of your beautiful (h/l)(h/c) hair. He smiled and placed a kiss upon your forehead, standing back to gaze upon your features. “(y/n)..” newt whispered to himself. You were so beautiful.
Newt smiled that sweet shy smile of his, gently brushing his thumb against your cheek. His eyes flickered the fire behind him as he heard a slight crackle of the wood shifting. Suddenly his eyelids began to feel heavy as if Newt was only now aware of the hour. He quietly took off his shoes, placing them in front of the fire as it danced around wildly. Newt ran a freckled hand through his messy hair, and looked back to you, smiling once again.
He climbed onto the sinking couch, immediately feeling your warmth, Newt scooted closer to you. He held his breath as he felt your body shift slightly, but sooner released it and cracked a soft smile, hearing your heart beat as the both of you settled in your position.
Newt wanted nothing more than to stay this way forever.
Your eyes fluttered open as you released a gentle yawn, not realizing Newt’s presence, you cuddled closer to him. Cherishing this newfound warmth. He tensed slightly before looking down to you, Christmas lights reflecting off your soft skin. Newt couldn’t help himself reaching out his hand to lightly caress your cheek. He leaned in close, letting his lips lightly brush your ear and whispered softly
“Merry Christmas (y/n)”
Your eyes shot open, frantically looking up to Newt practically in tears as you embraced the confused man
His face flushed pink as you held him tightly, your embrace causing him to fall into you more. You didn’t let go though.
“I-I didn’t think y-ou w-were..” you stumbled on words as tears began to spill from your eyes, hiding your face in his chest.
His eyes widened slightly, “What was that love?”
Tears fell harder as you looked Newt into his bright, worried blue eyes “I didn’t think you were coming home” you were barely able to whisper
Newt’s eyes widened ever so slightly
“Well it’s just that I… I know you promised…”
“…but it’s Christmas” you pleaded trying to make yourself feel better by ranting
“and you’re always away… and I’m constantly worried about you and your creatures, what if you’re hurt? What if I never see you again? Newt! Do yo-”
A pair of soft lips landed on yours, pulling away quicker than you would have liked. You looked to Newt’s bright red freckled face, whose kiss silenced you as he spoke gently.
“(y-y/n)… Have I ever told you how lovely you look when you smile?”
“I-I don’t believe you have” you looked away slightly, a soft pink dusting your face.
Newt gently tilted your chin towards him and looked into your twinkling (e/c) eyes. He smiled, brushing his thumb across your cheek
You couldn’t help but smile more. His face was so gentle and kind, everything about Newt made you love him even more.
“see?” Newt chuckled “there’s that beautiful smile. I’m here now. No more need to worry” you slowly reached down to your side and grabbed the present you had saved for Newt and pulled it out as he dropped his hand from your cheek, looking to the gift
“What’s this?” He looked back up to you “Its your Christmas present” you responded “since you’re here, I think I can give it to you..” you blushed, looking down, suddenly startled when Newt removed the bow from the present and handed the box back to you, placing the bow strategically on your forehead.
You giggled “it’s your present silly”
Newt smirked “You’re my present now”
You blushed brightly and tackled him, causing you two to laugh, ending up on the floor. Newt pulled you into a deep embrace and rested his chin on your head as you two curled up by the fire
“(y/n)?” Newt whispered
“I love you”
“I love you too” you smiled in response
“Merry Christmas love”
his soothing words made you melt into his arms while you slowly fell asleep to the crackling fire, a whisper slipping through your lips “I knew you’d be home”
Ginny was honestly surprised she was considered enough of a Padre to warrant an invitation to the team Christmas party.
Sure, a lot of that surprise was founded in self-pity, but she felt she was allowed.
After all, her rookie season in the bigs ended (and started, honestly) in heartbreak, her brother wasn’t speaking to her, Amelia was back, but their relationship was strained, and Noah wouldn’t quit dropping hints about a world tour that Ginny was increasingly sure she had no interest in.
And Mike Lawson was back with his wife. Not that she cared about that. If he was happy, so was she. It hadn’t been a lie when she said those words to Amelia and it wasn’t now.
All in all, there wasn’t a lot that was really putting her in a festive mood.
Only Blip’s promise of excellent catering and free-flowing booze had secured her attendance.
Mostly, she wanted to do what she’d done since her season ended: sit in her hotel room and binge watch terrible reality shows. They helped her feel better about her own life.
The life where she was getting ready to go to a party for a team she wasn’t even sure she belonged to anymore. The doctors and front office sounded optimistic, but Ginny knew the drill. Players were sent back down to the minors all the time for slighter injuries than hers.
Well. She might as well take advantage of being a Padre while she still could. Especially when there was free food involved.
She was keeping her expectations low for this party.
“Merry Christmas,” my boyfriend mumbled into my hair, making me stir. I smiled, keeping my eyes closed, and stretched out a bit.
“Merry Christmas,” I whispered, finding his beautiful green eyes. He had a grin on his face, his sleep tousled hair sticking up every which way. I giggled a bit and then rolled over to kiss him lightly. “Presents or breakfast first?”
“Presents,” he said, his tone making it sound like it was the obvious answer. I rolled my eyes playfully and sat up. Things had been pretty normal for the last few years. Scott was handling most of the werewolf business now, which gave Derek and I a bit of a break and time to really be together. We had moved into a small house just outside Beacon Hills, keeping in touch with the others and getting together for dinner or movie nights, but not meddling when we didn’t need to.
We made our way downstairs, excitement sparking in the air. I loved Christmas, which resulted in Derek having a bit more fondness for the holiday. He had helped me decorate the house and even tolerated it when I wanted him to put lights up outside.
“I’ll make the coffee, you go ahead on in. I’ll bring you a cup,” I offered, pushing him gently toward the living room. Once the coffee was made and poured into mugs, I headed that way. Derek had put on some soft Christmas music and sat in front of the tree, sorting gifts. He thanked me when I gave him the mug and took a grateful drink.
“Alright!” he declared, pulling out a box. “This is for you.” I took it with a small, excited to see what was inside. Derek sorted the presents into two piles. By the end, only a few gifts remained. Those were ones for people in the pack we hadn’t seen yet. They would get them later when everyone stopped over for a late dinner.
Derek and I began to open presents, giving each other hugs and kisses and thank you’s in between all the gifts. We had smiles on our faces the whole time.
“You were really were paying attention!” I nearly yelled, throwing my arms around his neck. He laughed and managed a small nod. He had gotten me several of things I had specifically pointed out, and several that I dropped little hints about, then several more that were a total surprise. I loved every single one.
After the gifts, we took our time getting ready for the day, watching a holiday program before heading for the shower and getting dressed. I had a big dinner to make for tonight, so I got to work once I was dressed. Derek tidied up the house before coming in to help with whatever I needed. We worked well together, preparing dishes and setting the table nicely. Once everything was ready and we were waiting for the others to arrive, we got dressed.
“Well, look at you Mr. Hale,” I said, my eyebrows raising in admiration. Derek smiled at me, making my heart swoon. He was dressed in a black button down, the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and nice dark wash jeans. He looked fantastic.
“You look rather gorgeous yourself,” he complimented, pulling me into his arms. I had on a nice pair of jeans, knee high dark brown boots, a dark red sweater, and a creme colored scarf. I blushed and he chuckled, the vibrations thrumming through his chest and to my hands resting there. “As always.” He leaned down as placed a sweet kiss to my lips, humming in satisfaction.
“Come on, you,” I said, patting his cheek. “Let’s get to the living room and get their gifts in order so we’re organized when everyone gets here.” I smiled and walked out, Derek in tow. We started to organize all the colorfully wrapped gifts, sorting out which one each was and who it went to, blah blah blah. “I think that’s all!” I announced happily, looking down at our work.
“Wait, babe, there’s one more here,” Derek said. “It’s in the tree.”
“What? That should be all of them.” I turned around and pushed past Derek to get to the tree. He stepped aside for me and I grabbed a small box that was sitting there. It had a large gold bow on top and it looked like….a ring box. Curious, I opened the lid slowly, finding a tiny scroll inside.
Merry Christmas Y/N. Turn around
I moved slowly, still holding the box and the small piece of paper. My eyes landed on Derek and I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. There he was, grinning like an idiot, down on one knee, holding up a diamond ring.
“Y/N,” he began. Already I could feel the tears welling in my eyes. “I have loved you from the first time I ever made you smile. You mean everything to me. Will you do me the honor of spending the rest of our lives together and marrying me?”
“Oh my god,” I breathed, tears escaping down my cheek. Derek’s green eyes were twinkling and a giant smile split my face. “Yes! Yes, of course!” I shouted happily, sticking my hand out. Derek laughed and slipped the ring on my finger before jumping up and smashing his lips to mine as he pulled my body to his. We stayed that way for awhile, alternating between kissing and hugging, total happiness surrounding us.
“Whoa, are we interrupting?” a voice said from the doorway. We looked up to see Scott at the front of the group. There stood the pack, smiles on all their faces as they watched me and Derek. We broke apart and greeted them happily. I flaunted my engagement ring, making Lydia and the other girls squeal with delight. The guys all clapped Derek on the shoulder and congratulated us.
All night long our home was filled with laughter, smiles, warmth, and love. I couldn’t have asked for a better Christmas.
//Secret Santa Special for dynamicxentry! A compilation of KakaGai feel infused songs from both POV’s that explore different aspects of the ship and, hopefully, depict this ship from both ends, however different they are. Hope you like it! [Some explicit songs although I do dislike that and tried to keep it to the minimum]
Of course Louis loved his family. All of his sisters were
his pride and joy. He was the male figure they looked up to and he adored them.
Growing up he would do anything for them and always would and he prayed that
they knew that no matter where in the world he was.
But around Christmas, while it wasn’t anyone’s fault, his
birthday was a bit overlooked being that it was the day before Christmas. Louis
didn’t mind sharing the day—especially not with his little loves. He didn’t
mind one bit. Well, at the very least, he was good at hiding how he really
couldn’t hide from you. Louis was a private person and kept things hidden. It
was the only way he knew how to do things. Years of being in an over-popular
band with every move scrutinized down to the way he was breathing, he learned a
trick or two to keep his feelings and emotions hidden when needed. But you read
Louis easily and continued to read behind those faked breathing patterns and
learned to see through his happy eyes and read the real emotion there.
why you were up at five in the morning on December 24th decorating
the flat you shared with the birthday boy with party balloons and streamers
prepared to celebrate the boy you adored so much.
was finished, you slid back into bed and nestled your way against his body nuzzling
your face against his neck. He cracked one eye open slowly to look at the clock
on his bedside table. “There a reason you woke up before the sun?” He grumbled
sleepily but tugged you tightly to his side.
birthday, sweetness,” you whispered in his ear and kissed his cheek a few
he chuckled. “Well, thank you. But why are you awake?” He repeated.
see,” you said with a sweet smile pressed to his skin. Smirking at your sleepy
form he closed his eyes, pulling you to him again before he drifted back to
sleep for a few more hours.
when he stirred, he was alone in bed wondering why your side was so cold even
though it was barely eight o’clock the day before Christmas. Missing one sock
and in just a pair of pajama pants Louis rubbed his eyes as he walked toward
the kitchen where he heard you humming as you cooked what smelled like bacon.
tiredly and yawned once as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Oh no! You
were supposed to stay asleep!” You cooed and turned from the stove to look at
the sleepy boy with bed hair. “Happy birthday, sunshine,” you told him.
that was twice within three hours and it was already one of the best birthdays
he’d had yet. The first being last year when he wished on his cake for a lovely
girl and you appeared within the next month. “Thank you, love,” he said and
pressed a kiss to the side of your face.
plucked the bacon out of the pan and grabbed the freshly made pancakes off the
warming plate before you settled it on the breakfast bar along with a cup of
tea exactly the way Louis likes it. While he ate you cleared the dishes and
washed the pans quickly so you could sit beside him and give him another kiss
on the cheek. “Merry Christmas Eve, love—”
Today is your birthday only, we’re not allowed to say the M-C-E-word,” you
smiled happily and pecked his syrupy lips before scooting over to the tree and
grabbing the birthday-paper wrapped gifts. Smiling brightly Louis was falling
head over feet deeper in love with you.
you’re cute,” he whispered and shook his head as you settled the gifts in front
of him. “You didn’t have to do this, love. Christmas—I mean,” he smirked as you
glared at him for saying the C-word that would not be said today, “We have a
lot of gifts for tomorrow,” he whispered.
everyone gets a birthday day with lots of love and showering of gifts and Christmas,” you said. “You deserve
that too and just because your birthday is the day before the best holiday of
the year, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t get that love and gifts as well,” you
reminded him. “So,” you smiled. “Be spoiled today.”
snickered and kissed your lips. “Oh thank you, love,” he whispered and quickly
unwrapped the gifts in front of him. It really didn’t matter what was hidden
behind the balloon paper because you would always be the best wish, best gift
was his forgotten birthday or the greatest holiday of the year.
Pairing: Ashton Irwin & (y/n) Rating: Smut ;) Words: 2,000+ Request: No Summary: (Y/n) is a straight A student who receives her first C from Professor Irwin, and they manage to work out a way to fix her grade. I really like this one so I hope you guys enjoy it! Merry Christmas Eve!
I was only four weeks into my senior year of college and I was already feeling overwhelmed by the amount of work I had to accomplish. Being a history major meant having paper after paper to write with tons of research in between. Not only that but with my plans to go to law school immediately following graduation I had to maintain my 4.0 GPA, which meant making sure every paper was beyond perfection.
My success in college definitely came with its consequences, I missed out on a lot of the social aspect of college, but I tried not to let it bother me, being a defense attorney was my dream, and that was one goal I wasn’t going to let out of my sight. Having a boyfriend would only take my attention away from chasing my dream.
But, still I often found myself envious of the girls in my classes who spent their nights going on bar crawls and discussing all of the hot guys they met. Even my mum told me I needed to get out more, which was embarrassing.
Luckily my best friend Allie was always down to go out, and I accompanied her a few times but I just felt out of place, and I couldn’t relax like everyone else did since I knew I had books to be reading and papers that had to be edited as soon as I returned back to my apartment.
My apartment was another source of my problems, I lived alone because I didn’t need any social distractions, my mum was always on me about that as well.
I arrived ten minutes early to my World War One class as I did for all of my classes. I sat at a desk in the second row that was not directly in the center, I wanted to avoid being the center attention if at all possible, and got my laptop out.
The other students filed in chatting loudly with one another being that professor Irwin was late as always.
Allie came strolling in a minute after class was intended to start holding a Starbucks Frappuccino and sat in the seat next to mine making her seat the center of the classroom.
“Hey (y/n)! We get our papers back today right?”
“Yeah, that’s what he said. But who knows, he’s not even here.”
“I really hope he’s an easy grader, I’m sure he will be he seems very laid back. My paper was total bullshit.”
I let out a small laugh at Allie’s nonchalantness, but really I couldn’t fathom how she could just put little to no effort, and no pride at all into her work.
“Good morning everyone!” Professor Irwin came in chipper as always with a stack of papers in his hand, which immediately caught everyone’s attention.
“Holy shit he looks fine today.” Allie remarked beside me sending me a wink. I had to agree, Professor Irwin was definitely more attractive than any other professor I’ve had in the past, hell he was even more attractive than half of the students.
“I have your papers, would you prefer them now or at the end of class?”
“Now!” Allie cheered loudly along with a couple of the other students.
“Very well then.” He walked up and down the rows calling out names and I tapped my pen anxiously waiting for my name to be called. By my senior year I’ve had pretty much every history professor on campus, but this was his first year teaching, and that made me nervous.
“(Y/n) (Y/l/n).” I raised my hand before he dropped the paper on my desk. I took it by both hands and looked at the number in red pen and my mouth dropped. I had to close my eyes to make sure I was reading it correctly. A 76%. Never in my life have I gotten a C.
I looked over at Allie who was obviously not pleased with her grade either. “What did you get?” she asked with irritation flooding her voice.
“A 76 percent.”
“That’s better than mine, I got a 50 percent, can you believe that? This idiot failed me.”
“I’ve never gotten a C before.” I said quietly more to myself than to her.
“Who cares? At least that’s passing!”
Professor Irwin started class lecturing us on Woodrow Wilson’s fourteen points, which was what I had wrote my essay on and I could feel my blood boil. Everything he was saying was what I had put into my essay, so how could I have earned only a C?
Class dragged by and at the end Allie and I both made a beeline towards his office down the hall. Allie demanded she go in first before she forgot everything she wanted to say, so I took a seat and impatiently waited.
“I know you are new here Professor Irwin, but this isn’t how this department runs. First year teachers need to prove themselves, that means they have to pass their students.” I heard Allie sass Professor Irwin through the door and my palms began to sweat. After that he shut the door and I wasn’t able to hear anymore.
Shortly after Allie came out fuming and looked down at me before saying “Good luck. He’s a real douchebag.”
“Excuse me?” I said softly before stepping into his office. “(Y/n), come in. I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” His office was in impeccable condition, everything was organized and it even looked like his books were color-coded. I glanced around the room to see he had a few personal items scattered around. One photo caught my eye; it was a picture of him with some blonde girl that I could only hope to be his sister. They seemed to be at a bar in the photo drinking out of beer mugs. He caught my eyes looking over the photo and he let out a small laugh.
“That’s my sister and I a couple months ago. What can I help you with?”
For whatever reason that instantly calmed my nervous. I cleared my throat to ease the sexual frustration I was beginning to feel. I may have been a dedicated student who missed out on social situations, but I was not a virgin by any means.
“Uh yeah. I’m a little confused as to why I did so poorly on my paper.”
“Take a seat, let me have a look.” He gestured for me to sit in the chair across from his desk and I nodded while smoothing my plaid skirt before taking a seat. He however did not sit but stood at the edge of his desk to support himself while he crossed his ankles. With his arms folded across his chest he looked down at me, and I hated to admit that I was a little intimidated.
“Everything you said in class I have in my paper.” I said as I handed him my harshly graded assignment.
“You have a couple of grammatical errors I see right off the bat.” He said bluntly before flipping through the pages.
“Professor Irwin, I’ve already applied to law school, I can’t get these kinds of grades.”
“A C is passing, you realize that right?”
“No. It’s not. Not for me anyway.”
“I’ll tell you what, since I like you…”
“You what…” I stuttered. I felt a blush creep up onto my cheeks and my heart started to flutter. Was I imaging this?
“I said… I um… I like you.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously and I let out a nervous chuckle.
“What’s that suppose to mean?”
“You come into class everyday in your preppy little outfits, you always look so perfect, so confident, you’re really beautiful (Y/n). I’m not that much older than you, so yeah I find you attractive just like every other male around our age.” As much as I tried to disguise it I could feel the heat creep up onto my cheeks blushing right into his compliment.
“I like you too Professor Irwin.” I whispered but it was the go ahead he needed to loosen up his stance. “Please, call me Ashton.”
“Well, Ashton. Is there anyway I can get a better grade on my assignment?” I flirted back, yes, I really did need a better grade, but now I was falling into a state of lust where my judgment was clouded with nothing more than wanting to see him out of his clothes.
“You tell me.”
With that I got up from my seat and ran my fingers along his jawline, I leaned in to lightly suck on the sensitive crook in his neck before pulling away and taking my place back in my seat.
“We could…” I shrugged and Ashton quickly caught on, and I saw the bulge in his pants emerge.
Ashton kneeled down in front of my chair and looked up at me with a smirk, slowly he ran his fingers up from my knee to over my skirt. Trailing his fingers along the hem of my skirt he brought his hand down underneath my skirt to trace over the outline of my lace panties, earning a low moan from me.
“Mmm, baby how long have you wanted me to do this?” he sweetly asked before his fingers brushed my panties to the side before taking his thumb and rubbing slow circles into my clit. My reflexes kicked in and my hands went to his hair lightly tugging at his golden curly locks. “Would you be mad if I said this is what I think about in class?” I asked while innocently batting my eyelashes.
“Naughty girl. You will definitely be punished for that.” With that he slipped a finger into my slit causing my hips to thrust in his direction. Maybe it was because I knew this was so wrong and it was my inner rebel screaming for more, but his touch sent my heart fluttering in my chest, my skin was a few degrees warmer than normal, and I felt my mouth going dry at the sight of him in front of me. “Mmm, so wet for me already and I have only just begun.”
“Ash-“ I panted as he entered another finger into my center curling them up professionally and hitting my sensitive spot with each stroke. He quickly withdrew his fingers from me and brought his hand up to my lips, I gave him a confused look, which made him smirk. “Taste yourself baby girl.”
Doing as he said I opened my mouth and allowed him to put his two fingers into my mouth and lightly sucked each of them clean. “Mmm, you’re so hot. I can’t wait any longer.”
“I want you inside of me.” I moaned out not even realizing what I was doing. I was entering a lust filled state that was completely clouding my judgment.
“Whatever you want baby girl.” He lifted me off the chair I was sitting on and gently placed me on his desk. I automatically reached down to unzip his dress pants and pulled them down to his ankles.
“Patience love.” He said with a small chuckle. But how could I be patient when someone as gorgeous as him was standing in front of me ready to fuck me until I could no longer walk?
He grabbed my panties and tugged them down so they slid off my ankles and he reached down to pick them up and put them on his desk. I gave him a questioning look, was he really going to keep my underwear? He answered me with a shrug, “I like these.”
His fully erect member was standing at full attention and begging to be addressed. He grabbed in his hand before moving it slowly up and down my wet entrance. “Ready?” he asked and when I nodded he trusted himself into me leaving my breath to hitch in my throat at the unexpected force.
His harsh kisses were on the sensitive crook of my neck and my head was lolling from side to side as he nipped the skin and licked the purple marks when he was finished. All the while he kept pushing himself into me with an even and steady pace.
He brought his hand up to carefully caress my breast and spent time pinching my nipple, the sensation of everything he was doing had be unraveling. From the moans escaping my lips he must have known that I wouldn’t last long. “Baby girl, as much as your moans are turning me on, you have to keep it down.”
“Ashton, I-“ but before I could get out what I wanted to say he brought his hand down to begin rubbing my clit in circles. “Fuck Ashton!” I cried as I let my face fall into the crook of his neck, I bit on his shoulder in the hopes of muffling my cries but instead I was just a moaning mess sending vibrations into his skin. “Tell me what you want.” “I want-“ another moan escaped from my lips before I could finish. Ashton sent a smack to my ass as I failed to tell him what I wanted and I was surprised by how much the sensation turned me on.
“You like being naughty huh? I said, tell me what you want.”
“I want you to make me cum.” I said before tugging on his now sweaty curls.
Another smack was sent to my ass and I clutched his biceps digging my nails into his skin. I was unraveling on his desk and my toes were beginning to curl as his thrusts became sloppier inside of me. “Who made you feel this good?” he looked up with dark lust filled eyes and it took all I had to keep from screaming.
“You did- oh god.” My head flew back as my orgasm rocked my body. “Holy shit you’re so fucking sexy.” He moaned as I felt him fill my insides. My things continued to shake as my orgasm ran its course. “That was incredible.” Ashton said with a smile as he pulled out of me. He left a quick kiss to my lips before retrieving his clothes off of the floor and began to dress himself. Slowly I got off of his desk but my legs felt like Jell-O and I had to clutch onto the side of the desk for support.
“Was I too rough?” Ashton asked with a voice full of concern. “No, you were great. I’m just recovering.” I smiled up at him sweetly. He kissed my temple before pulling me into a hug. “I’ve wanted to do that for quite some time now. It was even more than I expected it would be.”
“I couldn’t agree more, however, the issue with my paper still stands.” With a brief chuckle Ashton pulled away from me and rubbed his scruffy chin before deciding on how he would resolve the issue at hand.
“I’ll tell you what (Y/n), fix your errors on your paper and bring it back next week and I’ll re-evaluate it.”
“Wait, we just had sex and now you’re going to make me re-write my paper for a better grade?”
“This offer is for your benefit, as was the sex.” He said crossing his arms and leaning back against his desk with a smug grin shown across his face.
“Don’t be so arrogant Professor Irwin.” I said with a quick wink before I left his office.
Hi, so finally I decided to make a follow forever, I havent dont FF before, that why it took me more than 2 hours to ordering alphabet stuff. Thank you for making my dash full of beautiful edits and gifs, I dont know if I posted it too late but all I wanna say is MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL OF YOU
P/S: Specially thank seyfrieds for teaching me the fastest way to do
Aha!! Yes, hello! There you are! …You! Yes, ‘course ’m talking to you! The one sitting there on your computer! Don’t be alarmed if you’re reading this text in my voice, I’ve done some whoo-and-wow-too-complicated-to-begin-explaining sciency things, 'n pow! My voice’s in your head. Nothing to worry 'bout, though it might be permanent. Which, let’s face it, permanently hearing my sultry voice from reading text? Haven’t had any complaints yet. Anyway! It’s brilliant, really, 'cause I have a very special message for you on this very special holiday.
Make-up and healing are truly miraculous. Day of my fall; two days later without and with make-up. I almost feel normal (besides the pain and my teeth- my mouth is closed for a reason…). This will probably self-destruct, but trying to be positive that things are going to be ok.