#alaskan bush people fan fic

[84reedsy]

OK, so I know I keep saying “There’s only a few chapters left before it’s completed “ but then the plot thickens and I have no self-control so the ultra-smut fic continues on!

43 Chapters, ~105,000 words. (and still growing)

Why thank you, but you are correct in assuming that I have no other hobbies. 

I’m going to assume that the story will not reach chapter 50 before the resolution is afoot, so we’ll call this a “LAST CALL” for the introductory price! It doubles as soon as I stamp a big fat THE END on the document that has spiraled out of my control. 

If you have read it, please feel free to leave a review for those who might still be on the fence or don’t, I’ll love you either way because you’re amazing.

DM me, @ me, however you choose, just act now before this opportunity vanishes!

[aylahurst]

¡+ 200 visitas en Wattpad!

Ayla, una joven escritora neoyorkina, recibe una propuesta de una editorial para viajar a Alaska y conocer a la familia Brown, para escribir sobre su peculiar manera de ver el mundo. Nada más aterrizar, Ayla conoce al matrimonio y a sus siete hijos, a excepción de Matt, el mayor, quien está ingresado en Juneau por sus problemas con el alcohol. La joven, movida por un sentimiento de altruismo que jamás ha sentido, promete a la madre que devolverá a Matt a casa, sano y salvo, aunque sus planes iniciales cambian, una vez ambos se quedan a solas...

[expressingtomyself]

“Crear el navío no es tejer las tejas, forjar los clavos, leer los astros, sino más bien transmitir el gusto del mar”.

Welcome to Browntown; “Another beautiful day in the bush or paradise”.

Never lose hope and faith, they never give up.

[delbrouck]

Is anyone going to be writing any more fan fic stories on wattpad about Alaskan bush people

[the-pettiest-of-them-all]

Did I seriously just read a Matt/Gabe incest fan fic? WHY???????😱😖👎

[bushbabekay-blog]

City Skyline

A super quick little ditty inspired by my morning. You rolled over in your bunk for the hundredth time and tried to get comfortable. It was impossible to sleep in this little notch of space. If you were going to be awake you might as well get up. You walked forward in the RV to grab a snack out of the cabinets and sat down at the table to watch out the window. It was the middle of the night but y'all were headed through California so there were beautiful lights everywhere in the distance. "Couldn't sleep?" Bully said. "I understand. It's hard to get used to such a lack of space. The skyline looks pretty great though, doesn't it? It's amazing really, nothing like our home out in the bush, but it's still got a certain beauty to it." "Yeah it does look kinda nice." You said with a small smile. "Makes me think about how big the world is." "Sure does." He replied. You both heard some rustling and some soft footprints headed towards you. You could feel him come up behind you and knew it was your man before he even put his arms around you. "What are you guys doing?" He asked as he snuggled you into him. "Couldn't sleep," you said sighing, "we were talking about how pretty the lights are." "They certainly are." He nodded and you rested your head against chest. He kissed the top of your head. You say there for a long while. Just feeling each others heartbeats and listening to each other breathe, looking at the city skylines passing as Billy drove the family on towards your destination.

[brookieb86]

What Were The Chances? // A Gabe Brown Story - Part 11

Sorry that it has taken so long to get this out. Between Hubby leaving for a few weeks and a crazy schedule and house guests I haven’t had much time to write, but I hope this was worth the wait! And no, it definitely is not the final part!

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It was raining. Brianna was laying on the side of the creek bank, rain falling down onto her cheek. She looked up and watched as the drops fell down at her from between the tall trees that lined the bank that she had just been thrown from. How long had she been down here? Had she passed out? The rain was surprisingly warm. She blinked as it fell near her eyes. Her eyes fluttered as she blinked, coming awake to find that Gabe sat next to her on the bed, holding her hand, his face hidden beneath his wet curls as he buried his head just above hers on the pillow. He sniffed suddenly and Brianna realized that the rain drop that she had felt on her cheek in her dream had been a tear. She reached up instinctively and put her other had on his cheek. “Gabe? Hon, what’s wrong?” She asked sleepily, trying to push herself up on her elbows. He raised his head slowly and looked her directly in the eyes, letting her see the pain in his face plainly. “I’m so sorry.” He breathed, lowering his gaze again. “It all just hit me, seeing you laying there looking so peaceful. You could have been gone today.” He looked back down and thumbed a tear from his lower lashes. Instinctively, Brianna sat up and wrapped her arms around him, bringing his head to her chest. Her heart ached with the swelling of tenderness that filled her at his words and at the sight of his emotion. She held him to her chest, one hand stroking the back of his head. She dipped her head to his and kissed the top of his still-damp curls. “I’m here, Gabe.” She whispered, holding him tightly as she slowly rocked back and forth. “I’m here. I’m here because of you. You saved me and I can never, ever thank you enough for that.” She kissed his head again before relaxing her hold on him. Gabe sat back far enough to bring his face level with hers, their noses only inches apart. His tears had stopped as suddenly as they had come on and he looked down at the bed and then back up at her. “That was one of the scariest moments in my life when I saw you running and when you slipped. I thought you were going to fall and there wasn’t going to be anything I could do.” His mouth quirked up in a sudden half smile. “The only reason that I knew the water at the bottom of the waterfall was deep enough to jump in to was because Bear jumped once. I thought Mom was going to have a heart attack.” He chuckled a little and Brianna smiled at him. “Well thank the good Lord for Bear then!” She enthused. “And for you, mister hero man. Like I said, I’d be dead right now if it weren’t for you.” She said softly, her tone becoming more serious again. It was absolutely true. Gabe smiled at her. “Think nothing of it. I’ll let you owe me.” He said with a slight laugh. A sudden guttural growling sound brought both their attentions to his midsection and then it was Brianna’s turn to laugh. “Hungry?” She asked, raising her brows at him. Gabe looked back down at his stomach. “Yeah, I guess so!” Brianna pondered the stock of her fridge and pantry but couldn’t bring anything inspiring to mind. A sudden thought came to her. “How about pizza and a movie? I could call over and order a pizza and then we could pick a movie to watch.” She suggested. She really hoped he didn’t want to attempt to cook anything tonight. Gabe’s smiled widened at her suggestion before his cheeks pinkened slightly. “Its a date.” Suddenly his stomach gave another low, rolling growl. Gabe’s eyebrows shot up at the sound. “But you better make that two pizzas.”

After their pizza they had decided to watch Superman: Man of Steel but the movie struggled to hold Brianna’s interest. She and Gabe sat side by side on her overstuffed couch and the cushions seemed to welcome her more and more with each passing scene. She enjoyed this movie, had seen it before, but she felt her eyelids droop slowly without her knowledge and was soon asleep, still sitting up on the couch. She woke up later in the pitch black, panicking momentarily with the disorientation. She shook her head, slowly becoming aware of her surroundings. She was on the couch, covered in the throw blanket. Gabe must have covered her up. She smiled at the thought. But where was he? Her eyes adjusting to the dark, she peered over the edge of the couch to see the dark form of Gabe sleeping on the floor, covered in his leather jacket, his head cushioned on one of the throw pillows from the couch. Filled with tenderness, she reached out and touched his arm, stroking it lightly. His skin was cool to the touch, not being covered by his jacket, but she could feel the heat of deep sleep radiating from his core. He must have woken slightly at her touch because he began to slowly roll towards Brianna, moaning sleepily. Suddenly he came awake, propping himself up on his elbow. “Sorry I fell asleep on you.” Brianna said softly, continuing to stroke his arm. The caress seemed so natural to her. While they hadn’t kissed or shown any sort pf physically intimate affection since that night in her tent, there was still an ease between them that made the action of stroking his arm softly feel like it was completely normal, like she had done it a thousand times before, as if they had been together for years. The kisses on the forehead that he had given her had felt the same way, almost like a small reassurance that he would take care of her. She felt the emotional balance between the two of them begin to level out after the events of the night in her tent and the following incident with the bear, her knee, like things were slowly clicking in to place. The shattered puzzle pieces were all beginning to fit together between herself and Gabe and that knowledge made her smile in the darkness. “No, I’m sorry you’re still on the couch. I would have carried you to bed but I was afraid to wake you up.” She could see him rub a hand over his face as he spoke. “Well thank you for covering me up.” She pulled the blanket off of herself and sat up. She winced as she moved her leg from the bed to the floor as she felt the pain in her knee. Suddenly Gabe stood up and took a step in her direction. Reaching down he put one hand around her back and wedged one hand under her legs. “What are you doing?” She asked, surprised. “Carrying you to bed. You don’t have your brace on and you shouldn’t be walking on that knee.” He lifted her without saying another word and turned toward the hallway. She relished the sleepy heat that still radiated from him and was already starting to nod off again by the time he reached her room. Gabe laid her down on one side of the bed, then reached across the other side to pull down the sheet and comforter. He helped her crawl in to the blankets before pulling them back up to cover her. “I can’t remember the last time I’ve been tucked in.” Brianna said, tilting her head up to smile at him. Gabe returned her soft smile, making Brianna’s breath come short. Did he realize how heartbreakingly handsome he was? “Don’t all good nurses tuck their patients in?” He joked. He leaned forward and kissed Brianna on the forehead again. “Get some sleep.” He said as he leaned back. Without a conscious thought, Brianna reached up and put a hand on his cheek, lightly stroking with her thumb. She enjoyed the feel of his curly sideburn against her palm. “Thank you, Gabe. For everything.” Gabe slowly turned his head into her hand and kissed her palm, putting his own hand over hers lightly. The feel of his lips on her hand sent small electric waves down her arm where they blossomed in her chest, giving her butterflies. Before she could acknowledge what she was doing she bent her arm, pulling his face to her. Gabe turned his face back to her as he leaned down with her. He stopped inches from her face, their breath mingling. The sudden lack of oxygen between them made Brianna giddy and dizzy. Gabe took his hand from hers to support himself next to her pillow, then brought his other hand up to her cheek, stroking her face the same way she had his. “Are you sure?” He asked her very quietly. His voice was almost choked. “Because I can’t go through what happened last time again. I couldn’t take it.” Brianna’s heart broke at the uneasiness in his voice. “Gabe.” She half choked. “Yes.”

[84reedsy]

Hello readers! 

I have spent a great deal of time authoring a fic that I will NOT be publicly sharing. It is an Alaskan Bush People fanfiction piece, as I'm sure you've guessed. 

The content I believe is far to graphic/intense (possibly it has been dubbed Ultra Smut) for most readers and I'd rather it not be as freely available. However, after private feedback I've decided to make it available to anyone interested for a fee. It is currently unfinished, but is 23 chapters/parts and I anticipate at least 3-4 more chapters. You can either purchase the story by chapter or pay for the entire piece. 

If you chose to purchase the entire piece it will be cheaper than per chapter AND you will receive all future chapters at no charge.  Please contact me if you are interested in this story and for details

Thank you for reading!

[84reedsy]

Ummmm… I did it again. 

According to my beta-readers, this smut transcends the last premium fic Between Two Brothers. I wasn’t sure that was possible, but apparently I can surprise even myself.

So, next up… The Tradition

This fic is again a level of smut I don’t feel comfortable with posting publically so I am offering it to my readers for a Lincoln. Since this is a one shot fic, it’s it’s considerably cheaper than the previous fic. Any interested parties can contact me via PM and I can provide my paypal.me link. 

Details- 

Rating: M/NC-17/Explicit/Not for those with a known heart condition Characters: Bam, Matt, Gabe, Bear Summary: A new Brown bride is participant in a pre-wedding night tradition involving her brothers-in-law to be. 

[84reedsy]

50 Shades of Alaskan Bush People - The Brown Boys (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/AJIjB5nHhU Collection of One-shots with the Brown boys in compromising situations ;)

Um, Yep. Reblogging because, why not!

[84reedsy]

10 Weeks Later - Matt Brown Steam

After watching him pop out of a box, I felt like we could all use a little Matt Brown smut - enjoy!

Characters: Matt Brown/OC

Word Count: 1914

Warnings: Smutty goodness

Louisa’s face hit the bed. Her back ached with relief as the mattress became the main support rather than her tired feet. It was only two. Two tiny, squawling, adorable, exhausting babies. She’d never known that she could be this tired and her eyes still be open. To be fair, the babies were mostly happy, easily contented. But when they were not, they were united in the attempt to wear their parents to within a thin line of their sanity.

Soon the bed dipped as Matthew joined her, flopping on his back groaning.

“The bed has never felt so nice.” His arms flopped over his chest. Louisa had to will her head to turn, resting on the opposite cheek as she turned to face him.

“I know what you mean. I don’t think I can move any more muscles. I’m so tired.” She tried not to whine, but some of the words just couldn’t help to carry the sound of slight complaint.

“You ever wish I’d pulled out?” Matt’s crass joke made him chuckle and though Louisa tried to be offended, it tickled her a bit.

“Matthew Jeremiah, you watch your tongue. You know you love those babies. I do, too. I just wish...they were so much quieter.” She closed her eyes, resting them, but her ears were still alert for the sounds of any discomfort from their tiny infants.

Both Prim and Jeremiah had been borderline colicky, but multiplying that fate by two was teetering on too much for either of the new parents. Matt had his fair share of helping raise children; being the oldest of the Brown children, he’d spent plenty of nights walking the floor (or ground) with a fussy baby, changing diapers, feedings. But it was different, now that they were his own. He turned to meet Louisa’s eyes.

“I do love them. And you.” His hand brushed her cheek, “You know….the doctor said 10 weeks.”

“It hasn’t been 10 weeks.” She said, counting the days in her head, knowing some seem to run together into a blur.

“Oh yes it has. It was 10 weeks four days ago.” Matt hummed matter-of-factly.

Louisa sighed. She did desperately miss Matt as her husband. They’d barely pecked lips since they’d come home from the hospital. Nursing was taking a toll on her with two babe stomachs to fill and Matt had been running himself ragged between helping with them, trying to keep Louisa taken care of, as well as the household chores and work that needed to be done. How he’d managed to chop wood while barely being able to pick up an axe had been nothing short of a miracle.

But the cabin was warm. Bellies were full. And all was peaceful for the time being.

“I want to Matt. Believe me. I want us to have that time together. But I want to be as present as I can. I’m afraid I’d lay there like a slug.” She crawled up the bed a little more, letting her face crash into the pillow as she turned to her side, facing Matt.  

“Girl, don’t think I’m pushing you...that’s the last thing I want.” He followed her, taking her hands in his, kissing along her knuckles, “I just miss my wife...I want you to know that I still want you, I still desire you.”

Louisa blushed. She could feel the softness around her middle, the remainder of her pregnancy and immediately felt self-conscious about it. What if it moved too much, what if she couldn’t turn him on? These questions were not new. In fact, every time she bathed or changed, her mind was consumed with such thoughts.

“What? You think I wouldn’t still be insanely attracted to the love of my life? To the woman who changed my heart? Or is it me?” he grabbed a little of his pooch, jiggling it a little, “ Has my daddy weight made me an undesirable slob?” His self deprecation was in jest, knowing she would immediately defend him.

“Matt!” it worked, she perked up immediately, but hushed her tone afterwards,” Don’t you even think that. You are the most beautiful man.”

“And you are the most gorgeous woman.” He sidled closer to her, kissing the tip of her nose. She relaxed now, his hand resting on her hip. If anything, this man knew how to make her feel love and contentment. The love was wonderful, but the contentment? It had been then thing she’d pined for the most in life. To be enough. To be ‘it’ for someone. And through her disbelief, this man had spent many an hour showing her, convincing her, proving that she was those things and more.

“Tell me what you loved about me first.” He mumbled as he moved even closer. His lips brushed hers, dropping to her chin and kissing down to her neck, waiting for an answer. The kisses were like whispers of wind, the sensation intense for as light as it was.

“Matthew, you know what it was. “ She surrendered herself to the feeling, opening herself to him more. She’d said it a billion times. He wanted to hear it a billion more.

“Tell me….” He breathed the words over her skin.

“You’re laugh, that crazy, maniacal laugh. And the way those blue eyes of yours...just...lit up.” She managed to finish speaking even though his tongue licked a trail across her neck. It was amazing to her how such a short time of abstinence had made her so sensitive to his touch. His stubble across her jaw was excruciatingly enjoyable.

His lips and hands were patient, careful in his caresses, knowing she was sore and healing still. What he did touch he was soft and tender. Goosebumps cascaded down her skin repeatedly as he didn’t leave an inch of her unattended.

Against her leg, she felt his arousal, rigid and throbbing, even through his pants. She’d known he’d been yearning for relief for some time, but had been nothing short of a saint when it came to patience. And for the first time in weeks, she felt a need arise in herself. Not one of nurturing or mothering, but one of a primal nature. She felt the beast of desire stir itself awake as she felt how much he needed her.

His fingers gently played her pussy lips as if they were a gentle harp melody. His finger soon slick with her wetness as he hushed her cry of ecstasy with his lips. The release burned through her like a slow, smouldering blaze. The edges of her vision blurred and time was meaningly as her body quivered with the sexual thrill.

“Oh, my girl needed that bad didn’t she?” He hummed as he kissed her flushed, heated skin. Her eyes were a little wild now; her panting a sign of her thirst for him. She perched on her knees now, pawing at his pants, pushing them below his hips to free the strain on his manhood. He tried to quell his own aching desire, his instincts threatening his level head. More so when her soft hand encircled him. Even more when he lips were around his tip, the insane heat of her mouth enveloping him.

She grinned at the animalistic groan that he attention elicited from him. He was putty in her hands now. She knew the torturous pleasure of her slow movements was driving him to the brink of his self control. She had to admit, wielding such power over him was self-indulgent, but it also made her more submissive to her own wants.

His hands guided her head, careful to not let her bring him to the point of no return in which he would be lost to his own instinct. His eyes were glued to her as if her performance was art itself. Gently he stopped her, his eyes closing as he willed himself away from the edge of his impending release, his chest filling with deep breaths, his libido calming only slightly.

Matt lifted her face to his, his thumbs stroking her cheeks.

“Tell me...tell me if it’s too much...I’ll stop.” He spoke softly and she felt as if she’d melt right into him.

“Of course, Matthew. “ She turned her face to kiss his palm, laying back in against the bed, drawing him with her. His hips settled between her thighs with such a natural ease, it seemed as if they’d been built to fit each other. With a fluid movement of his hips, he found her entrance warm and wanting for him. He slid in with painstaking slowness, his eyes open though, watching for any hesitancy from her eyes.

Louisa gasped. It was obvious that it had been a while, but she was relieved that she could feel him, and feel him as much as before; her anatomical worries quelled, she relaxed a bit, letting herself feel more and more pleasure. She gripped her thighs a little tighter around his waist, her silent plea for more. He moved again, rhythmically, studying every expression for any suggestion of discomfort. When he found none, he moved again - and again. His pace quickened slightly as her hands slid along his ribs to his back, her fingertips gripping him.

“Lulu….love….you feel incredible…” he praised her, feeling her wetness surround him even more as his compliments erased any apprehension still lingering. As his movement intensity increased, so did her vocal appreciation. His lips had to quiet hers often. His hands slid under her shoulders, using them as leverage to delve deeper within her heat.

“Matthew...I want to watch….you…” She breathlessly begged. She didn’t want to risk another little one so quickly, but she really did enjoy watching him. He put on quite the visual spectacle.

He understood and knew that she could feel his grip of control slipping as much as he could.

“Anything...for you.” he grunted as he kissed her roughly, driving himself to the brink. He barely stalled his hips in time, withdrawing from her. His head fell back as his hand replaced the pressure of her, his seed spilling out repeatedly up her torso, the force of it spreading it farther than normal.

“Yes...Matthew...oh yes.” She panted watching him, getting almost as much pleasure from watching him experience a climax as she got from feeling it.

As he came down from the plateau, he watched as her fingers drug across her skin rubbing his seed in, making it a part of her. The scene was a perfect compliment to the pleasure waning within him. He hummed watching her.

She loved the feeling of him on her. A way of marking her as his. She didn’t mind if it seemed a little barbaric, she liked feeling like his. He made it no secret that he enjoyed feeling like hers either. He pulled himself back to the bed, his arms shaky now, the expended energy catching up to him now.

“My darling girl….” His words rushed out in a whoosh of air as his arms pulled her into a tight embrace, the slick heat of his sweaty body a comfort. Her giggle was raspy, her voice diminished from the sounds she’d made. She peppered kisses along his strong forearm, cuddling back into him. By some miracle the baby monitor still was quiet.

The fell into an effortless sleep as the light outside waned, wrapped in each other’s arms and love.

[84reedsy]

50 Shades of Christmas: Matt

So as a little gift to my bush babes, I’ve written a little,short drabble for each Brown brother, posting one a day through Christmas! Each story follows the couples from the original ‘50 Shades of’ series. 

Characters: Matt/OC

Word Count: 821

Warnings: A little steam, slight smut, dirty language

Description: Matt is excited for Jessica to open her Christmas gift.

Jessica eyed the little wrapped package perched on the center of the bed as soon as she walked into the small cabin. Matt had been mysteriously absent the entire day, though no one else seemed particularly concerned. Matt so often had some wild impulsive thoughts that took him all over the island.

But the shiny wrapped box adorned with a bright green/sparkly bow indicated that he had indeed been nearby. She walked quietly over to it as if she were a child sneaking to peek under the Christmas tree. She glanced around to check that the coast was clear of someone who may witness her transgression.

Jessica yelped as she felt arms quickly envelop her waist.

“And just what do you think YOU’RE doing, young lady?” Matt scolded her, his chin on her shoulder, stopping her just short of reaching the bed, “It isn’t Christmas yet!”

“I wasn’t gonna do anything!” She fibbed without a supporting excuse, the lie was obvious.

Matt’s lips nuzzled her neck, his voice becoming low and gravelly, “You know, it’s awfully naughty to lie to Santa.”

She blushed deeply, but couldn’t respond with any sort of honest argument. His lips brushed across her cheek, feeling their warmth, he grinning, chuckling in his throat.

“But since Santa is feeling so generous, you can open this present early.” He walked her to the edge of the bed, spinning her to sit on the edge. He grabbed the box and placed it gently in her hands. He kissed her cheek, before kneeling in front of her, “For my special girl, on Christmas.”

Jessica couldn’t help the excitement on her face as she tried to politely unwrap the box, starting with unraveling the bow. Every part of her wanted to rip the paper into shreds, but she prolonged her excitement meticulously unwrapping it. Opening the box, she looked slightly confused as she pulled out a black silken fabric.

“A scarf? It...is it even that?” If it was a scarf it was the least practical scarf for bush life that she’d ever seen. It wouldn’t keep the cold away or block the wind in the slightest. And as she let it drape across her skin, the coolness of the fabric almost gave her a chill. She couldn’t make heads or tail of it at first, but Matt’s grin told her she was off base.

He held out his hands, letting her place the fabric in his hands. He lifted the gift upwards laying it over her eyes, tying it gently but securely around her head. Her fingers trailed over the scarf, but did not remove it.

“It’s really...only half the present. “ He whispered, encouraging her to stand. She felt a cool breeze, almost shivering as one by one, her clothing was stripped away. Her skin almost seemed to be in a state of hypersensitivity with her sight removed. His hands felt warm as the slid around her waist and back, lowering her to the blanket covering their bed.

“Half?” She gasped, feeling his fingers lingering over her sensitive flesh before withdrawing his touch from her completely. She stifled a whimper of disappointment.

Matt pulled a feather from his back pocket, freshly cleaned and fluffed, he spun it between his fingers a few times, then lowered it, circling her navel. She inhaled a sharp gasp at the sensation.

“M-Matt…” She moaned, the tickle radiating from the point of contact to every nerve throughout her being. The contact was confusing, her brain unable to cognitively deduce what his possible apparatus could be. But whatever it was, flamed her building desire.

He trailed the feather softest tendrils upwards, tracing the line of her breasts, teasing her nipples as her back arched. He leaned over it, trailing it as light as he could across her nose, cheeks, slowly over her lips, her labored breath swirling the feathers delicate plume. She could feel his bare skin against her, his clothes having been stripped off as well.

“I have a confession.” He kissed her lips softly, they followed him as he lifted his face. He lifted her arms, placing them above her head. She felt the feather dance down her arms, shuddering as it lowered more, grazing her ribs, “It’s just as much of a present to me...as it is to you.”

Matt kissed the path of goosebumps left in the wake of the feather, his hips settling in the valley between her legs as her thighs hugged his waist. She giggled as he brushed her neck with the plumage.

“What do you say to Santa?” He paused waiting for her reply as she squirmed for the touch to continue.

“Thank you, Santa.” She bluted out quickly, urging him to keep up his tease.

“Aaaand?” he drug the feather, barely touching her between her breasts, making her arch for more.

She grinned, feeling his desire begging to sink into her.

“Merry Christmas, Santa.”

[84reedsy]

Betray/Forgive - Joshua Brown Two Part Short (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/UiNb/WYAdJY7RvK Chance encounters can have long-lasting effects. How can two people make sense of it all? Featuring: Joshua Bam Bam Brown/ OC Warnings: Sensitive topics

[84reedsy]

50 Shades of Christmas: Gabe

Characters: Gabe/OC

Word Count:1297

Warnings: Steam, language

Description: Gabe’s excitement for the holiday can barely be contained, eager as he waits to open gifts. 

Gabriel paced back in forth in front of the twinkling tree that seemed almost out of place in his small, rustic cabin. Rachel had said to meet back at the cabin at dusk and she’d let him open one, just one, present early. The stipulation was that she got to choose the gift he opened as he would choose the one she would open as well. He’d been giddy all day, rushing through chores and hauling logs from the beach. Bam’s particularity concerning the placement of the logs cost more time than was necessary, but arguing with his older brother was a moot point.

Rachel had been helping prepare the holiday meal all day with the other women in her newly acquired family. Preparation in the bush took longer, but it was if anything more rewarding. But at this moment, Gabe was impatient with that process. The last few days he’d barely seen his wife except for a few moments at night where they’d given in only to their exhaustion. For newlyweds it was quite tortuous.

But tonight, tonight they’d promised to make time for each other. She wasn’t late, but still he paced. He glanced through the window towards the winding dirt path that led to their slightly secluded spot. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw her walking quickly down the path, almost looking like she was keeping herself from running.

Gabe threw the door open and jogged down the path. Rachel’s heart leapt as she saw him; he still gave her butterflies in her stomach. His white t shirt clung to his muscles, he looked so delicious running toward her. She went to throw her arms around him, but he dipped a little, scooping her up in his arms.

“My lady, how I’ve missed you,” he dramatically sang. Rachel couldn’t help but giggle at his over produced accent. She held tight around his neck as he jogged quickly back to the cabin. His strong arms felt safe and secure, but she’d take any excuse to get herself closer to him. She felt butterflies in her stomach again, though this time more likely because of nerves now that they were back in the cabin. As Gabe set her to her feet, she saw his gift out of the corner of her eye. She momentarily second-guessed her choice, but in a split second, Gabe’s hands were on the gift, looking as if he were about to burst.

Quickly, he shoved a long, shallow box wrapped in shiny blue paper to her. The bow was immaculate as was the wrapping job. There was no doubt he’d called in help for this one. As if reading her thoughts, he cheekily spoke up.

“Bird helped me wrap it, but...not the gift. She didn’t see the gift.” he rambled on his explanation as if he was talking himself out of a bind. Rachel smiled, walking up to him. She placed a single finger over his lips to hush his nervous rambling.

“Thank you.” She leaned up to place a small kiss on his lips. His demeanor calmed slightly, she could see the tenseness leave as his shoulders relaxed a little, his expression resting.

“You first.” he nodded to the gift in her hands, sitting on the small love seat with her as she situated the wrapped box in her lap. She carefully removed the taped joints of the paper, trying desperately not to rip the pretty package. She planned on saving any wrapping paper she could get her hands on. Gabe’s anxiety seemed to grow with each passing moment of her meticulously unwrapping; his foot tapped the floor as she set the paper aside and went to work opening the box.

Inside the folded tissue paper was a gorgeous, luxurious silken robe and teddy. The bodice adorned with delicate lace. The material felt like butter as she felt the material with her finger tips. It was not at all practical but that’s what made her love it even more. It was something he knew she’d love and he didn’t try to use reason to make her want it less.

“Oh, Gabriel…” The fire was warm, the cabin toasty in contrast to the bitter cold that lie in wait just outside their door, “It’s...it’s exquisite.” She stumbled for the right word, but that seemed to be the only fitting description for the midnight blue ensemble that lay in her lap, “Can I put it on? Now?” She looked radiantly expectant, clutching it to her chest now. Gabe gulped, but nodded quickly, relieved that she was accepting of his gift and that she seemed to really like it.

She planted another quick kiss on his lips before scurrying to the only other room of the cabin, dressing quickly. She smoothed the delicious fabric over her, loving the way it glided across her skin. She cinched the robe, looking herself over in the mirror. It fit perfectly, framing her curves and valleys as if it was tailored specifically for her. She sashayed back into the front room, modeling the new frock. Gabe gulped again, grinning his approval.

Perched on his knee, she encouraged him to open his gift now. Gabe didn’t need any further prodding, tearing into the gift with excitement and anticipation clearly written on his face. The paper flew, the bow sailed across the room, landing in the branches of the tree. The box didn’t even survive, Gabe’s strength uncontrollable through his enthusiasm. She hoped her gift wasn’t a disappointment.

Gabe grabbed the item in the box, gripping it lightly. He turned it over in his hand studying the lines of it, feeling the smooth, sanded wood, the delicate carved pictures.

“It’s…” he held the grip in his palm more firmly.

“A paddle... “ Rachel finished for him, running her own finger down the edge of it, “I made it...it’s something I’ve wanted to try for a while.” She traced the carving of scrolls and a rose she’d done in the corner of it. She held her breath almost for a moment, until his smile reappeared.

“Really? You wanna give it a try soon?” His fist looked so in control of the device, Rachel squirmed on his lap.

“Tonight?” She bit her lip, imagining the feel of it with only the silky fabric between her skin and the wood. His widening grin was her answer as she stood up. She bent over, almost animatedly slow and purposeful, bracing her hands on the arm of the love seat. Gabe was not as gracefully, quickly standing so quickly that he almost lost his balance. Once he regained his composure, he walked slowly around her, letting the wood warm against her thigh, dragging it lightly.

“You’re sure?” He questioned her cooperation, but her slightly wiggling hips as she hummed was an affirmative answer.  

“Yes, Gabey...please.” She begged slightly.

He rubbed her backside gently with his hand, as if marking his target. He placed the paddle against her, letting her feel the smoothness of her handiwork, the warmth of the wood. A short, soft bump of the paddle prepped her before he quickly and firmly brought it back down. The sting was even and dulled quickly, but she felt it fade into a softly burning warmth. She let out a breath of air in response.

“Yes…” She softly whispered in response. She felt her face redden a little, but she wanted more.

“What was that?” Gabe asked, slightly amused. He waited for her to start speaking again before repeating the motion.

“Um...I said Merry,” he popped her backside against, stilting her words, “Christmas!” She finished with a high pitched whimper. He chuckled, lining up again as she flexed her hips, begging for more.

“Merry Christmas to you too my love.”

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50 Shades of Christmas: Bam

Part 5 of 5, the finale of the holiday series!

Characters: Bam/OC

Word Count: 1000

Warnings: Steam, language, slight smut

Description: Bam has shown Michelle a side of him that she wants to use the holiday to explore more.

Michelle awoke from her cat nap. Stretching, the blanket moved, almost uncovering her bare body from the trickle of dusky light that filtered through the window curtain gap. The sun was almost set and it was Christmas eve. She smiled as she saw the little rustic tree tucked into the little corner of their little bush cabin.

Other than her stretching moans and the crackle of the wood stove fire, no other noises were around. She was sure Bam was still helping chop wood and ready the middle of the family’s compound for the great Christmas bonfire. The sun set early so even as dark fell they’d still have at least a couple of hours. She glanced at the glimmering purple package beneath the tree boughs. Iridescent snowflakes caught the light and cast reflections on the hewn log walls.

Bam would shake his head at her excitement over the trimmings and trappings of the holiday, though every time she’d wish aloud for some decoration, he’d show up with it shortly after as if he’d just accidentally stumbled across it. She knew he was secretly a ‘Santa’s little helper’ at heart, but didn’t call him out on it as he’d only square his shoulder and deny it.

“They don’t call me Bam Humbug for being the harbinger of the season.” He’d say.

She stretched her muscles again, their slight soreness a welcome reminder of her morning wake-up call. He wasn’t always as kinky as other times, but he clearly had a plethora of stored energy that he could barely wait to expend. She’d been so spent, she hadn’t even been able to redress before resting. Michelle couldn’t fathom the thought all of that love-making and then going to chop wood or any other hard labor for that matter.

She slipped on a baggy t-shirt that sank down one shoulder. She began to brew some peppermint tea, knowing that as much as Bam liked the cold, he would return chilled and would more than appreciate the gesture. She was a little giddy, albeit slightly nervous as well as she glanced again at the purple package beneath the tree. The gift tag had Bam’s name on it, but it certainly wasn’t a gift only for him.

The door swung open and she barely missed spilling hot tea on her hand, startled by the noise and the rush of cold air that swirled through the cabin. Bam’s cheeks were tinged pink, small snowflakes hung in his curls, but his arms were bare as was usual for him. She never could understand how he didn’t have hypothermia on a daily basis.

“Good morning..” She smiled coyly, sipping her tea. Bam’s lips cocked into a smug grin.

“Good afternoon, wife.” His voice seemed unrealistically deep, she had to contain herself from shuddering in its wake. She rose from perching on the chair, bringing him the tea, perfectly steeped. He took it in his hands, inhaling it’s aromatic notes, “You certainly know what I like.”

He sipped the tea humming as it warmed his belly.

“I see you’ve dressed, barely.” He fingered the hem of her shirt that barely dropped below her hips, but just enough to maintain the slightest bit of modesty.

“Well, I thought we could go ahead and do our one gift on Christmas Eve. I figured being naked for that wasn’t appropriate.” She slightly twisted from side to side with excitement.

“With that gorgeous body, covering it is what isn’t appropriate.” He winked, settling in the chair. He reached for a small package wrapped in brown paper with cedar boughs and a pinecone adorning it; Michelle grabbed the purple package. He patted his knee and she happily sat herself in his lap, eagerly exchanging the boxes.

“You first.” He grinned, taking another sip of tea, watching as she opened the package quickly. Inside was a beautiful pair of mittens in green with delicate cabling.

“Oh Joshua! They are beautiful!” She slipped them on immediately, folding her fingers to move the mitten, “I love them!” He beamed slightly, proud she liked his gift. He slowly began opening his, slow enough that it seemed to drag on for hours.

“Joshua! Just open it!” She bounced in his lap a little as he cut the tape on the box open carefully. Moving aside the tissue paper, his hand grasped the leather clad handle inside, pulling out the item, his eyebrows raising slightly.

The leather wrapped tendrils from the device swayed lightly from the handle. Her eyes flashed excitedly as she looked from it to him, waiting for his reaction.

“It’s…wow.” He was stunned. She’d always seemed to like his kinky games, but she hadn’t been as bold as to suggest anything. Apparently her kink had been awoken as well, “It’s a cat-o-nine tails.” His grin spread across his face, slightly devious.

“Yep. Do you like it?” SHe worried her lip a bit, hoping the gift didn’t come off demanding.

“Oh, Michelle…” He flipped it over in his hand, the tendril snapping slightly against the air, “Girl…you know you’re way to this man’s heart.”

She hugged him, giddy; her excitement bubbled over.

Bam looked over the device, turning it in his hand, studying. Slowly he brought it to her calf. The leather was cool, but supple as he slide it up her leg at a snail’s pace. The tickle was intense, her shiver uncontrollable. At her thigh, he lifted it slightly and brought it back with a flick of his wrist. The leather knotted ends of the ropes snapped lightly against her skin, a small sting from each littered across her skin. She jumped but her desire celebrated the slow, warm burn that spread from each point of contact. Bam’s low, lusty chuckle rumbled in his chest. He lifted her shirt upwards, flinging it to the floor. He flicked his tongue over her aroused nipple as his new toy continued it’s ascent up her form.

“Well, what a Merry Christmas this will be for me.”

[84reedsy]

I updated my ABP masterlist, ya’ll! I think this is most of what I’ve written for the Alaskan Bush People fandom, minus the private special requests I’ve completed.