Writer’s Block — Austin Sommers x Reader AHS One-Shot
An exasperated sigh left your lips, and you rang your hands through your hair. Your eyes bore a hole in the computer screen in front of you, staring at the blinking line and the blank white screen. For about an hour now, you had typed the same paragraph over and over. You racked your brain and took stock of the words that sat in there, but refused to budge. Fighting the urge to punch a hole through the screen or smash your keyboard against the wall, you dug your phone from your sweater pocket that laid across the back of the chair you were sitting on.
You keyed in your passcode and pulled up your messages, opening up the text chain with Austin Sommers that you had delightfully tacked on a heart emoji at the end of his contact name. He was your boyfriend, and he was a genius. You knew his secret to the aforementioned genius. He was brimming with talent even before he took the little black pill that was deemed ‘The Muse’, which was aptly named.
Austin was an excellent writer and musician. Whenever he was in Provincetown, he created like no other. It was quite the sight to see whenever he spiraled into the creative process thanks to the ‘magic tragic little black pills’ as he would call them. He came here with nothing and left with an enormous stack of material to go sell at the end of his three-month stay.
If you were honest, you were jealous of what he could do and you knew that if you were to take one of those black pills, that you would turn into one of those pale creatures that roamed around — forever gluttonous and moronic. You thought you lacked the talent that the pills would bring out, but Austin reassured you whenever he looked over your work. You still felt like a hack and a dreamer. But the other ways that he reassured you certainly made you feel better.
He would give you advice and challenge your concepts, meaning the best with whatever he suggested. Right now, you definitely felt like you needed his help to break out of the writer’s block that had gone over a week and a half.
Normally, you would have something for him to read by the time the two of you would have your date whenever. Morning, afternoon, evening. It didn’t really matter because most of the time it lasted till the next day or two, regardless of what time you started. You had nothing for him this time and you figured it was best to get it over with before he came over unannounced.
You typed out a simple message to him and set your phone faced down on the desk, running her fingers through your hair once more to get it out of your face.
I need your help. I’ve got the worst writer’s block I’ve had in a while.
Three minutes later, you received a message from Austin and you picked up your phone to check it.
Be right over ❤
A pleasant little smile curled on your lips at the message and quickly sent him a heart emoji before standing up from your desk chair. You made your way over to the kitchen and made yourself a cup of jasmine tea to calm your restless mind. You waited until your tea cooled down a little before returning to your spot at your desk, taking a sip of your tea. Your eyes met the blank screen once more.
It felt like you were face to face with Goliath and you were David, but with no weapon to fend off the gigantic beast. Like you were a field mouse running through the grass at night with owls looming over you while you attempted to dodge their attempts to catch you. Thoughts filled your mind and dread fell heavily on your shoulders. The connection between the words in the bottomless cauldron of your mind and your hands felt fractured, with no way to mend it.
You were so distracted in your own thoughts that you didn’t notice the ringing of your doorbell until the fourth ding. That last ring broke you from your thoughts and you rushed to your front door, opening it to see your short-haired brown-haired boyfriend in his black and white stripped fuzzy sweater that you swore you were going to steal, black coat, and black slacks. His stripped sweater was unbuttoned to show off his chest. Several plastic bags clutched in his hands. Filled with what? You hadn’t a clue. A subtle smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. “I think I’ve got just the thing to cure your writers’ block. And no, not the Muse. A few things, actually. And yes, I’m included in the number of things I brought to cure your block.” He chuckled deeply, his dark eyes locked onto yours.
That smirk sent butterflies to flutter in the pit of your stomach and a tinge of anticipation electrified your senses. Just the sight of Austin made you feel better and your heart thumped in your chest. The sultry way he said that he would cure your block excited you paired with the smirk. “Come on in.” You said, opening up the door for him and stepping out of the way.
He jovially walked inside and up the stairs, setting his handfuls of bags on the coffee table in your little living room and mock writing office. You weren’t far behind him after locking the door behind him. He pulled out an unopened box of condoms, a brand new black rabbit vibrator, lube, and a metal butt plug from the bags and sprawled them out on the table.
You peeked over his shoulder to glimpse what he brought with him and you blinked a few times, not believing for a moment that you saw what you did correctly. But your face flushed beet red when your suspicions were correct. “How is all that stuff supposed to help me cure my writers’ block?”
“Ye of little faith. Trust me on this. I know a surefire way to cure your writers’ block. I mean it always helped me before I went on the Muse. I thought it might help you out too.” Austin explained, turning to you and he took your hands in his, drawing you in close for a kiss.
You happily returned that kiss and sighed softly. “Alright.” After a moment of looking into his eyes, a chuckle left your lips. “You’ve never steered me wrong before. Still, what are you planning with all this stuff?”
Austin wrapped his arms around your waist after running his hands along your arms and back. “We don’t have to use all of it. Or any of it if you don’t want to. I just wanted to come prepared.” He said, a smile gracing his lips and a deep chuckle rumbled in his throat. Leaning in close and whispering in your ear, “If you catch my drift.” The tip of his tongue grazed along the outside of your ear and nipped at the lobe, lightly tugging on it before he released it. He placed sweet intentional kisses along your neck.
You felt like a victim to his words and you shivered as he perfectly teased one of your favorite erogenous zones. Your head tilted to the side to let him have more access to your neck, soft moans escaping your lips, much to Austin’s delight. You finally felt your body relax and your thoughts of the monolith of a blank screen that haunted you drifted away. You were putty in his hands, ready for him to expertly mold you and send you on the course correction you desperately needed. Moans spilled from your mouth, spurring him on his actions.
Your hands found their way to his chest and splayed your fingers along his skin before wrapping your arms around his neck. “I think I do.” You shuttered, feeling the tip of his tongue drag along the length of your neck.
Just this simple little teasing left you ready for what was to come. You were a mewling moaning mess with your body practically lighting a fire with every touch, every kiss, with every single trick he knew to turn you on, all of it seemed to be a nice distraction from the looming pressure from the blinking cursor and blank document that sat on your computer screen.
He delightfully groaned in your ear and pressed a hard, hungry kiss below your ear where your jaw and neck met. His teeth grazed against your pulse and he lightly sucked on the skin, earning him another beautiful moan from you that was like a song from heaven.
Your core felt like it was on fire with all the teasing from Austin. If you weren’t in the mood before, you certainly were now. Unwinding your arms from around his neck, you pressed the palms of your hands against his shoulders and pushed him away from your neck. Just enough to kiss him feverishly, which he gladly returned in kind.
His hands gripped your hips, pressing his growing hardon against you and grinding him against you for any kind of friction to elevate the desperate need to bend you over the desk and fuck you senseless. Though that thought alone gave him an idea. “I’ve got an idea, baby girl.” The corners of his lips upturned into a mischievous smirk after pulling away.
You whined softly, your cheeks flush, and your mind hazy from the amount of hormones flooding it with all of his teasing. Your hands rested against his bare chest underneath the stripped sweater. “And what is that?”
He took your hand and guided you over to the desk, spinning the chair around. He sat you in the chair and held up his index finger to you. “One moment, please.” He walked over to the coffee table and plucked the black vibrator from the table, opening it from the box effortlessly. He rummaged through your desk drawers for a set of batteries, slotting them inside the compartment before spinning your chair to face him. “You are going to write. Every couple hundred words, I’ll give you a minute with this black darling as a reward until you’re finished. To spark and stoke that creative fire that I know you have inside of you, I’ll be inside of you or teasing you or both. Whichever I feel like doing, really. But you aren’t allowed to have your sweet release until you’re done writing something with good bones.”
“But.” You stammered, opening up your mouth to object to what he had planned, but you were silenced by his finger being pressed against your lips.
Austin clicked his tongue. “Do you want my help or not? Besides,” He chuckled darkly. “This will be fun for the both of us. Sex helps with writer’s block.” He purposefully placed the black vibrator on the desk beside the keyboard and instructed you to get up, which you did. Austin took your place on the chair and unfastened his pants, pulling them down enough to free his hard cock. He motioned for you to come and sit on his lap, which you had after discarding your garments that clothed your lower half.
With his hands on your hips, he helped you lower yourself on his lap. A low groan erupted from the back of his throat at the feeling of your wet folds gliding across the head of his cock and as your warm walls took him in wholly without trouble. His arms wrapped around your waist and a finger wandered to your clit, massaging it in slow and small circles. Your moan slid out of your mouth in a soft whimper and your hips moved with his finger, but he used his other arm to press you into him to halt any of your own movements to get any kind of friction with him you were desperate for.
“Austin... please...” you murmured, leaning your head back onto his shoulder.
“Ah. Ah. Ah.” He tsked in his sing-song tone that he loved to use. His teasing smirk curled on his lips as his finger on your clit flicked from side to side with every note.
You gasped at the sensations rippling out from your pussy like a rock tossed into a stagnate pond, mewling for him.
“You need to write. Write and you get your little rewards, just like I promised.” He huskily whispered. His already dark gaze fell darker on you as he saw the effect he was having on you already. He hoped that these little acts would spur you on and excite you, inciting inspiration that he knew was just hiding away inside.
“Fine.” You whined, pouting a little before lifting your head, and turning to your computer once more. You stared at the screen and placed your hands on the keyboard, finding their place instinctively. You closed your eyes for a few moments, trying to think what to write about. You start off with a few words, and slowly it all seems to make sense. You strung word after word together. Pretty soon, you were flying along the keys as a short story blossoms in your mind to your hands.
Austin’s presence still very much known as you felt him inside of you, pulsating and twitching. Sneakily, you tried to move your hips in small circles, but he noticed immediately and stopped you, holding you tighter against his body. His eyes watched the words appear on the screen, his finger flicking across your clit as you neared the first milestone.
You gasped and moaned, causing your fingers to stop momentarily. You bit your bottom lip in an attempt to muffle your moans. You cursed under your breath.
He reached across the desk and took the vibrator, pressing the button to turn it on. The small motor inside vibrated the entire length of the silicone cock. He pressed the tip against your clit on the lowest setting.
“Oh, fuck...” Your head laid back against his shoulder and you pushed yourself up and down along his cock, loving the vibrations against your sensitive bud. You scrambled wildly to attempt to get some sort of release. You were a squirming mess beneath him and before you knew it, he pulled the vibrator away and turned it off, setting it on the desk once more and holding your hips still in place.
“Austin... come on...” You begged softly, trying to move your hips a little to try and get him to just let go and fuck you against the desk.
“Ah. ah. No. Not yet, baby girl. Back to writing.”
You reluctantly returned to typing away at the short story. Another milestone, another minute of the vibrator against you and Austin allowing you to ride him. Another then another. Until your short story was finished and all you wanted to do was properly get fucked by him. All this teasing was driving you insane, but it was helping you write. You could also imagine how it would feel to get what you really wanted by the end.
This all went on for a little over two hours and Austin read over your short story from over your shoulder. A satisfied smile appeared on his lips, and he nodded in approval. “Good work. Now I suppose you want it. Your pussy feels like it is on fire and so wet, just for me. I can feel you clenching so tightly around me.” Without warning, he sat up from the chair and took you with him without his cock leaving you. Your loud gasp filled the room, but your moans replaced it as he pressed himself into you and his fingers gripping onto you tightly. He thrusted wildly into you, the end of his cock hitting your g-spot and sending you spiraling in pleasure with each erratic thrust.
It would seem that he couldn’t take all this teasing anymore, either. He wanted that sweet release after all the buildup. A couple of hard thrusts into you and you unraveled in front of him. Your walls clenched tightly around him, the wave of your orgasm making your legs weak. He wasn’t far behind as his warm seed spilled into you and filling you up. If he wasn’t holding you up, you would have fallen over without question.
Your combined pants filled the room, and he slowly pulled himself from you, wrapping his arms around you again. He helped you sit up as he collapsed back on the chair, placing little kisses along your shoulder to your neck, licking a small strip with the tip of his tongue to your ear. “That cure your writer’s block?” He asked after catching his breath a little, a low chuckle following shortly after.
“Mm. It did. Thank you.” You said once you came down from your high. “And I think I’ve got another idea too.” You chirped eagerly, lightly biting your lip teasingly.
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