Smutty one shots!

This wasn't happening- it simply wasn't possible. And yet here I was, staring up at Ashley, his brown eyes unable to mix the deep chocolate and gold that seemed to swirl like liquid. The evidence was painted on his face, in the way his skin glowed gold beneath his tanned skin, as if it was of itself alive. He wasn't human- humans didn't look this ethereal. He looked conflicted and I shook my head.

"You can't lie to me about this Ashley... I won't tell anyone- it would mean admitting I answered a booty call. Just tell me the truth."

He sighed but the expression on his face was almost... fond?

"You really are such a special enchantress, lovely y/n. I never lose enough control to expose myself so- though I do not see much harm in revealing myself to your judgment or divulgement."

I blushed at that and narrowed my eyes. This guy... he never let up on the flirting did he? Seemingly aware of my scrutiny, he grinned and leaned back a little, allowing his wings to unfurl.

Wait WHAT?!

I gasped and pulled my self up from under neath him, staring over his shoulder in shock. Two, thin yellow glossimer wings were shaking themselves off, sending gold dust flying into the air. They looked delicate and fragile, yet full of life. With every flick of gold they sent flying into the air, I found myself breathing in the scent of Ivy and deep rose, of cinnamon and fire. It was almost intoxicating, like an otherworldly drug I wanted more of.

"Fairy?" I squeaked and Ashley snorted, lip curling upwards in disdain

"The proper term is fae, my temptress- do not be mistaken the fairy are much different from my kind, and yeld from a separated reality, now severed, all together. The deluge of their kind into our world as theirs decayed has sufficiently caused strife among all the courts- for while they prove themselves oft insightful for their ability to gallivant between courts with out enduring excruciating asperity, especially the Iron Courts, for which no fae can enter without losing much from their visage of form, they are an excursion and a nuisance."

My head was spinning between the scent and his proximity, his words were melted honey to my senses- the trinity causing a high the likes of which my stupid teen party years had never been privy to. My skin felt raw, and sensitive. My shirt, my jeans- they itched and caused intense vexation to my tender person. Understanding my predicament, he hid his wings again and a charming and slick smirk spread across his tempting lips, as his hand began to slide up my shirt. His touch was suddenly as divine as the summer sun during nude sunbathing, but soothing to my wretched, fevered flesh as a soft breeze.

"Come how, my succulent cherry blossom," he purred as he leaned over me again. "The stipulations of my species are of little consequence to the matter at hand, are they not? Your desire, your love, it flows from you unbidden- its flavor is that of a vintage fine wine. I thirst for more of you, won't you consent to my carnal indulge of your plethora?"

Jesus, how could a man known for drinking and partying be so bloody articulate?! As if his very touch was not a rapture of its own design, his words were that of Shakespeare! Though considering his works and the fact that Ashley was in fact fae not human, perhaps in fact it was Shakespeare who was directed by Ashley.

Questions could wait, for now I was aching, and I needed to have this man's embrace. I nodded eagerly in my desperation but said nothing in fear of speaking something untoward. I was confused by what he meant of tasting my excitement but I didn't really care, all I knew was I needed his skin against mine. Apparently, such desire was apparent to him as well, because he sat up and pulled his shirt up over his head, tossing it to the side. Without thought I bit my lower lip and traced my fingers delicately over that beautiful tattoo he loved to show off, feeling his abdominal muscles tense.

He pulled my hands away gently and lifted them above my head, leaning down to kiss me again as his spare hand pushed up my shirt and slid beneath my bra. Cheeky fucker! I gasped into our kiss as his callused fingers toyed with my nipple, his chuckle vibrating deep within me as he slid his tongue past my teeth to taste me. If there was one thing he could do, it was bloody kiss oh my god..

I moaned and that seemed to be what he was waiting for. He pulled back, expression dark and desiring as he yanked my shirt up over my head and then flipped us, pulling me into his lap. "Put your arms around my neck," he groaned just before our lips met again and I couldn't do anything but obey, fingers tightening in his thick dark hair. It was coarser than I expected though not wholly upsetting to hold. In fact it was a pleasant texture to run my fingers through as he ravished my lips until they were swollen and slick. He unclasped my bra and I swiftly threw it to the side, rewinding my arms around his neck and plunging my fingers in those thick locks again. He seemed to appreciate that, yanking me forcefully forward so our crotches could rock over each other through our jeans. Fuck he was so hard beneath me! I gasped in shock which earned me a resounding groan in answer.

I broke off the kiss, our foreheads pressed together as I found myself unable to breath anymore. Between the sensation of my naked breasts against his warm chest, to the pleasure of rocking against him through our last little bit of clothing, my mind was unraveling. One of my hands flew from his hair, clawing down his back which only sent me spiraling, feeling the muscles ripple as he moved. He gripped my ass, purring in appreciation in a deep voice that sounded like it came from the back of his throat. He sounded so good, my fingers dug into that warm flesh, tightening in his hair.

Well, apparently the great Ashley Purdy had either a hair pulling or back clawing kink because I was immediately thrown on to my back- yanking my shoes and socks off before slinking over me again like a hungry panther and I was more than willing to be his prey. He kissed me again, running hands up my sides. This yanked a moan from within me that was only prolonged by the rough and warm hands that slid up my belly to my chest, fondling my boobs like he had found heaven- though perhaps he did it because of the reaction it drew from me. I felt like I couldn't breathe which only got worse when he slid down to torture my pebbling nipple with cold breath. He smirked when I whined. I scowled, wanting to smack that self-confident look off his face for teasing me so badly.

He got the message because with a warm snicker, he pressed his lips just under my areola. I gasped from the sensation of teeth tugging at the tender flesh and then a warm wet muscle pressed against the burning, making it all so good again. As he suckled a Mark just there, only barely out of sight, he pressed once more between my legs and suddenly I felt him again. It was so good so fucking good but there was fucking clothes between us!!! I needed him in me and as delicious as this was, there was too much clothing left!

Ashley clearly felt the same because before I was aware what was happening, he had gripped onto my belt buckles with a snarl and began to yank my jeans off. I was breathless from awe at both the speed with which he removed my skinny jeans and the force behind it. His lips descended on the now excited nubbin of my other breast, greedily sucking and biting on it as his hand slid between my legs to palm me through my panties. An indecent wail swelled out of me as I clung to his head, spreading my legs and bucking desperately into his talented hands. He grinned, his own breath heavy and eyes glinting with lust as he pulled away from my bosom. "You're already so wet, y/n... does your honey normally flow so freely? Or do I get to goad the pleasure of having been the only one worthy of that title."

I gasped to find he was right- I had in fact completely soaked through my panties. I covered my face in embarrassment and shame but he only slid kisses down my stomach with a breathy laugh. "Hmmm don't hide, princess, I do enjoy making your pretty pussy quiver for me."

I blushed deeply- Christ, he was so lewd! Somehow, it wasn't offending though. Instead, a gentle fire was already curling in my stomach as I watched him kneel at the base of the bed, hooking his fingers in the hemline of my panties. I willingly arched my hips up as he pulled them down with a lot more grace than he had tugged away my jeans. He held my legs at a bend as he maneuvered my underwear off from my ankles and tossed it away, his lips pressing against the outside of my knee and igniting delicious sparks against my tender skin.

Warm chocolate eyes, dark and heady with desires that I could only imagine, stared into mine- stilling even the bated breath in my chest. He slowly put my legs back to their previous positions and slowly spread them. Those eyes continued to stare at me with mirth and mischief as though aware of the effect they had on me as he kissed the inside of my knee before trailing nips and kisses down the inside of my thigh. He paused to suck a hickey right before he reached my core, making me whine. Asshole was teasing me again and i was almost tempted to buck my hips forward, but he held me fast to the bed.

Suddenly, he turned his head and sucked almost brutally over my swollen clit.

I could only dignify the noise I made as a yelp, arching my hips up and spreading my legs as he made a feast out of me, spreading my lips and eagerly slipping his tongue deep inside me. Oral always seemed like a chore to my partners previously but he was going to town on me like he actually liked it. Pressing his tongue flat against me and lapping up my spilling juices in one broad swipe, I shuddered violently with a gasping whine.

"Has any one ever made you reach your pinnacle with tongue and fingers alone?" He teased huskily and unable to answer aside from a whimper, I shook my head. "Excellent- allow me to demonstrate," he purred.

He lifted me up a little and then slid his tongue deep inside me again. As he began to fuck me with his tongue and flick his thumb over my sensitive clit, my eyes rolled up in my head and I moaned loudly.

"Ah FUCK, Ashley!" I moaned, fingers curling in his hair.

Liking the sound of me calling his name, vain man, he pulled back and eagerly pushed his fingers into me, expression dark and excited. I giggled breathlessly. "What, knowing the girl's getting off because of you is arousing is it?" I teased and he narrowed his eyes with a grin.

"Oh no my empress," he cooed silkily, making me gulp as he leaned back down. "But hearing you acknowledge my efforts so passionately most certainly so."

I flushed as he drew up to my now aching button again. An embarrassing scream of ecstasy fell from me as he began to eagerly suckle and nip at it as he curled his fingers. I found my hips writhing, everything becoming a blur as he began to move his fingers more enthusiastically inside of me and stimulate my pleasure points. It was so sudden I almost didn't notice as my orgasm began to curl up inside me and expand until I was shaking from the intensity.

"There you go, kitten," he teased as he slipped his tongue back inside me, working me through my climax as I whined and gasped needly, eagerly bucking onto his face as my walls spasmed. I could count on one hand how many times I had come that hard, or even had that much enjoyment while receiving oral. Oddly enough, the banter had been as stimulating as Ashley's tongue and fingers had been. When he pulled back, I was still jerking and spasming but he wasn't done with me as he flipped onto his back and dragged me over his face.

I gasped because certainly I had never had someone so eager to eat me out that they dragged me over their face. Thought flew out of the window as he gripped my thighs to keep them spread and began to swirl his tongue around my clit before sucking on my lips. "Ahhh ASHLEY, oh oh uhnnnn..." I moaned. I couldn't stop these embarrassing noise from falling out of me and decided to just stop trying, accepting my fate with elation. He traced my hole with his tongue, toying with me and staying away from anything that would have provided me pleasure until I was a whimpering and sobbing mess.

"Please please please," I begged and yelped at the sudden breath he applied to my cunt. He was driving me insane with the need to cum again- even so soon after my first climax. I wasn't really ready, surly. Oh sweet Jesus... this man would be the death of me, was the last cohesive thought I had as he drove his fingers and tongue into me, somehow at the same time and alternating so I was always full of something. With a curl of his tongue and despite the fact that it shouldn't have been possible, I came unraveling with a moan on his tongue.

As my orgasm faded, I slumped against the coverings, trying to catch my breath before we resumed our exertions. Ashley slid up my form and laid down against the pillows, pulling me taunt to his chest. "Wow," I breathed, his touch still sending shivers down my spine as he traced his fingers lazily over my upper arm.

"Mmmm I agree," he purred with a languid and overly satisfied grin, despite not having experienced his own physical gratification yet. At my inquisitive noise, he chuckled lightly, a deep sound in his chest that I more felt then heard and warmed me just behind my lower sternum. "I am fae, mistress, and I feed from emotions of the creative. All fae can feel emotions to some degree, and take them for sustenance. The true zenith of this flavor comes from those truly inventive with works of art. I find ecstasy to be the most ambrosial of flavors to partake from, though most of our kind derive numinous recreation from the despair of mortals... something my Brother and I find distasteful."

"Brother?" I mumbled curiously as I traced small loops with my index finger on the expanse of his chest, enjoying the little sparks of delight that shot through me. He hummed in affirmation.

"Andy... though not related directly by blood, all fae are by some mention descended from the upper corps d' elite," he said, though sounded a little like he was annoyed by the concept. "For exemplification, Andy is the direct son of Oberon, our highest magistrate, and the mortal woman Amy and I was born to Puck and a forest nymph but by being fae, we share genes, seeing as we come from the same court and house, our Mother and Father having been the ones to ignite the budding of Nevernever, our home."

I cooed in understanding and then sat up, straddling him with a frown.

"So all those stories, of fairies kidnapping us...?"

He sighed and nodded. "Aye, tis indeed my kind for fault. Many of my fellow fae have placed themselves above humanity despite us being lowly servants to their dreams and desires. The nobility are especially notorious for such dalliances of the nonconsensual nature. They find that humans are... fun, I suppose. I agree but find that trapping any creature against their will and stealing them away from love or family only to toy with them is at best a cruelty. ''Tis why I no longer converse with my kind- that and I bore of making deals with loopholes."

He sighed and ran his fingers up my side but looked perturbed. Some part of me, perhaps the part that was unable to keep from being enamored by such a marvelous and beautiful creature of fantasy, felt agony at seeing him so upset. Like I caused it, although it was not truly my fault and I was intellectually aware of such a fact. I knew I needed to change the mood back.

Cupping Ashley's face, I leaned down and kissed him, deeply, a desperation already settling deep inside my stomach. He groaned and wrapped an arm around my waist, his other hand molding around my left breast and squeezing gently, flicking his thumb nail over my quickly stiffening areola.

I pulled back from the kiss, panting heavily with moisture connecting our lips still. He chuckled darkly at that, and at the whine ready settling in the back of my throat as I eagerly pressed my ass against his once more stiffening erection.

"Someone's eager for a second round," he said greedily and bit my lip.

Fuck, hopefully he'd be as good with his dick as he was with his tongue.

Notes

MWHAHAHAHA I HAVE DONE IT!!! I HAVE MADE ASHLEY THE LEGITIMATE FAIRY! *witch fingers*

seriously though, the thought of Ashley like sparkling with dainty wings just cracked me up so badly I was like "HOW DO I MAKE THIS SERIOUS?" And somehow I managed! Yay!


I know she was initially wearing a skirt, a friend pointed out that it is really unusual to be wearing a skirt just randomly- skinny jeans is a more common trend. Therefore... I have changed it.
Also I was listening to "black Lolita" by lords of the lost while writing this- some how suited the intense moment in the scenes

on a more important note (that I no longer have evidence for because he deleted the post) Ashley Purdy has been being stalked for the better part of several years, by a girl making multiple accounts on social media platforms to contact him, friends, and family. She has sent riské pictures, unasked, with lavaciously scribed fan mail to his home and place of work, as well as other addresses he can be reached. It grew to the point he abandoned twitter and instagram, primarily staying off all his social media platforms save only for promotions of his fashion line and the black veil brides concerts and events.

She claims to be in a romantic involvement with him despite having never met him and at this point has been black listed from all future concerts. If you over hear of a woman like this, intending to break into the concerts or with an unhealthy obsession to any of the band members while at an event, please see the nearest guard or staff member. So-called 'fans' like this are dangerous and delusional, which can cause irreparable harm to the bandmembers, staff, fellow fans, and even bystanders, as this appears to be onset schizophrenic obsession worth of psychiatric treatment or intensive care. Please be wary of such people and make proper precautions as this is not some tv show drama and lives are on the table here.

Be mindful of the difference between fantasy and reality; you do not know these people on a personal level, they are not your lover, and they see dozens of faces a day and won't remember yours. Obsession is dangerous so please self monitor and be mindful and wary of all those involved with making Black Veil Brides or other bands happen are actually human beings.

No one should feel like they are putting their life at risk just to do what they love. Upon hearing this, I with all my tendencies to ramble, was speechless. These are people, not possessions. Please be mindful of the difference and actively report any suspicious activities like such that you see. Thank you.