#soft!ashton

ahh thank you thank you! and ;oweiruawou i’ve been wanting to write a subspace SOMETHING and the fact you chose ashton….be still my heart. thank you i love you. i’ve never been in subspace before but i’ve read other fics involving it and i used that as inspiration but i also get super sleepy after good sex so i kinda used that as well lol i hope it’s good!

donate to my ko-fi here :) –for a trip to disney world I’m going on in March!

• • • •

It’s been months since you’d seen Ashton, the tour was finally over and the welcoming was nothing short but heated and passionate. Eager to be close again your clothes landed in a pile in the entryway and he ate you out on the couch before carrying you to the bedroom.

It was intense orgasm after intense orgasm in different positions for making up for lost time. His words were hot in your ear, his hands all over as you explored his body again as well. 

“One more, angel, one for me,” Ashton coaxes you as he works you over again with his fingers. 

You’re whimpering as your eighth or ninth (?) orgasm takes over you and you’re left breathless. Your head feels like it’s swimming and your body is floating. Your eyes are fluttering as you try to watch Ashton clean both of you up and then he’s leaning over you, his strong hand turns your cheek to face him.

“You with me, angel?” he breathes running his fingers through your hair. 

You focus on his eyes which are more of a green right now and you smile. 

“With you,” you hum trying to snuggle into him, “missed you.”

“I missed you too, angel,” he smiles, “did so good for me. Let’s take a bath, hm?”

He helps you walk into the bathroom, he wraps you up in your fluffy robe as he gets the water ready. Your head is still a little loopy and your body is left in tingles as you watch your naked boyfriend draw a bath for you. You’re filled with so much love.

“I heard you the first five times, angel,” he chuckles kneeling in front of you stroking your cheek, “I love you, too.” 

“I said that out loud?” you look up confused and he loves how big and glossy your eyes are.

“You’ve been saying it the whole time, baby.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you pout suddenly filling with guilt that you’ve been repeating yourself. Your lower lip trembles. 

“Hey, hey, no tears, it’s all right,” Ashton hushes you. “You’re still up in the clouds, yeah?”

You nod slowly, enjoying the touch of his fingers on your cheek. 

“The bath’s almost done and you can rest against me, okay?”

He leaves you for a moment and you don’t like his absence, the lack of his warm skin is harsh.

“Okay baby,” he says and you jump into his arms. He giggles helping you into the whirlpool and you sink below the hot water and bubbles. “Woah, woah, c’mere.”

He hops in quickly to pull you to his chest so you don’t accidentally sink to the bottom. He kisses your temple wrapping his arms around your stomach. You sigh against him, enjoying the soft kisses from his lips. 

“We’ll have to go a bit slower next time, yeah? You’re not usually gone this long, angel.”

“I’m okay. I’m being good,” you mumble listening to his heart against your ear.

“You’re so good, my good girl,” he hums.

He continues to talk to you in sweet words until you aren’t floating anymore and you have the best sleep.

• • • •

Genre: Parent!sos/Fluff

Pairings: Ashton Irwin/Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Dedicated to: @irwinkitten

Trigger Warnings: n/a

A/N: Merry christmas, beaut! I loved writing this soft dad!ash for you, I hope you enjoy it <3

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Rosie has been glum for days. Which was most unusual, especially given the time of year.

You, Ashton and her little sister Ava, have tried various things to cheer her up. Nothing seems to have worked, though. No amount of games, movies or hot chocolates have helped to bring a smile to her face. 

Yesterday the six-year-old had confessed that she was sad for two reasons: 

She misses her friends now that she has no school for two weeks.

     2. The constant rain keeping her indoors doesn’t feel very ‘Christmassy’.

Ashton seemed particularly moved by your daughter’s admission and had lain awake in bed last night trying to think of ways to cheer her up. When you’d woken up this morning, your husband had already left the house. He’d text you to let you know he’d gone shopping and taken Ava with him. Rosie seemed a little disappointed that she hadn’t been invited on the impromptu trip but you had a sneaking suspicion that wherever they’d gone, it was for Rosie's benefit. 

Your elder daughter had sat in the big armchair near the window, staring forlornly out into the damp garden until Ashton and Ava had returned. Rosie had perked up a little, noticing that they had a whole load of various sized shopping bags with them. 

When asked where they’d been, your three-year-old and your husband simply tapped their noses and asked you to keep Rosie in the living room whilst they set up a surprise.

i’m sorry you were going through that :( i hope fluffy ash helps and you’re feeling better sweets❤

donate to my ko-fi here :) –for a trip to disney world I’m going on in March!

• • • •

You’d been short with everyone all day, your voice clipped and laced with forced control. Every little thing set you off and you couldn’t help it if you tried. You were angry yet sad and couldn’t explain exactly how it worked but you didn’t have to explain it to anyone. You felt what you felt and all you wanted to do was go home and take a hot shower then crawl into a burrito of blankets. 

You checked the clock every half hour until it was finally time to go home. You blasted music that made you feel something, the hard notes and wailing lyrics helped you a little as you belted it out but you were still simmering. 

You vaguely noticed you slammed the car door and the front door a little too hard but you didn’t care. The only thing on your mind was the hot shower. The keys were thrown on the table inevitably falling off and onto the floor. Your purse tumbled on the table and you kicked your shoes off, they hit the wall. 

“Hey, hey, what’s goin’ on?” Ashton asks peeking up from the couch. 

“Bad day,” you grumble and without a glance to him, you stomp upstairs slamming the door behind you.

You continue to get the shower ready, slamming the dresser drawer after you’ve got your pajamas. Slamming the closet door after getting your towel. Your anger is rising and bubbling and you feel it choking you as a big lump of emotion in your throat which you finally release once you’re under the scalding water.

You cry angry tears into your fist, slapping the shower wall to release your overcrowding emotions. You hate crying at everything and angry tears are the worst because you’re gasping for breath. 

Suddenly you feel familiar strong arms encase you from behind, you try to shove Ashton away, digging your elbows into his chest but his hold is tight. His fingers hold onto your wrists and you feel his lips on your neck.

“It’s me, you’re all right. I’m not letting go until you let it all out, angel,” he murmurs on your skin.

You collapse against him and just bawl your eyes out, your nails are probably digging into his skin but he doesn’t show it. He sways you from side to side murmuring assuring words and soft kisses to your skin as the water falls on you both. 

Between hiccups and deep breaths your body relaxes and Ashton presses his cheek to yours. “Better now?”

You nod weakly and Ashton shifts you in his arms leaning you against the shower wall. He pulls your hair from your face and rubs your trembling lower lip.

“What happened?” he asks softly. 

“Nothing. Everything,” you sniff. 

He purses his lips then nods. He goes into self-care mode and washes your hair, your body then towels you off until you’re dry. He brushes your hair and gives you your favorite t-shirt of his to sleep in. He wraps you up in your favorite fuzzy blanket then cuddles you while you both silently watch Disney movies and you’re sound asleep in his strong safe arms.

• • • •

B20 “You’re my new pillow.”

B21 “Can I rub your back?”

Your relationship with Ashton was quite often described by others as ‘hot and heavy’. Sure... the two of you were fairly sexual people and you’d never felt the need to hide your attraction to each other, even it did make your friends a little uncomfortable sometimes.

All of that didn’t mean that you avoided the softer side of love, though. In fact, nights like this were one of the things you’d often look forward to.

Ashton had come over to your apartment after work, bearing pizza and wine. You’d supplied the blanket and the movie, completing the absolute perfect night in.

Now that the movie was almost over and the wine had made you feel pleasantly warm and fuzzy, you felt more comfortable and relaxed than you had done in days.

You hummed contentedly as you rested your head on Ashton’s chest, his arm slung casually around your shoulders.

“Ugh I don’t want this movie to end.” Ashton sighed, dropping a kiss into your hair. “‘Cause then we have to move and I’m way too comfy to move...”

“We definitely can’t go anywhere yet.” You giggled. “You’re so comfortable to lie on! You’re actually my new pillow.”

Ashton chuckled, cuddling you even closer. “All of that effort I put in to satisfying you in every way and all I ever had to do really is lay still while you rest your head on my chest.”

Nodding, you tangled your fingers in his t-shirt and hooked your leg around one of his. “I never said you couldn’t make it even better...” you teased.

“Yeah?” Ashton asked, raising an eyebrow. “What did you have in mind.”

You smirked, tilting your head up so that he could clearly see your facial expression. “Why don’t you guess?”

“Please tell me you meant that to sound like we can fuck.” He replied, his cheeky smile lighting up his face. “Because I’d really like that.”

Rolling your eyes you clicked your tongue, reprimanding him softly. “Slow down, you horny shit.” You huffed, “I’m enjoying our little relaxation time, fucking can wait until we go to bed.”

Ashton pouted, his plump bottom lip jutting out comically as he widened his eyes and made the most exaggerated ‘sad puppy’ face that he could.

“Don’t give me those big sad eyes, Irwin.” You giggled. “We have more than enough sex! I just wanna enjoy being close to you in a romantic way for a little while.”

Your boyfriend sighed before jokingly complaining that it’s been almost 24 hours since the two of you had fucked. “That might be the longest we’ve gone since we started dating.” He gasped, his voice full of faux horror.

“I’m sure you can survive another half hour, Ash.” You reply in a mocking tone. “The only contact allowed until bed time is my head on your chest.”

“Fine, I can live with that.” Ashton conceded. “As long as we can do that thing I like when we go to bed...”

You tilt your head again, just in time to see Ashton wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “You know how much we both enjoyed it last time.” He insisted. “I think that was when the neighbours complained, remember?”

Laughing at the memory, you felt your cheeks heat up in a blush as you slapped Ashton’s chest lightly. “Behave, Ashton, or you won’t get anything...”

Your boyfriend sighed as he finally returned his gaze to the TV. “I know you said no more contact.” He ventured, his voice sounding just mischievous enough to make you think that what will follow was bound to be quite a filthy suggestion, or at least a cheeky insinuation. “But, can I rub your back, at least?”

You could hear the smirk in Ashton’s voice, so you knew he’d meant to make you think he was going to suggest something sexual. “Yes you can, actually...” you reply, determined to make him wait for sex. “If your hands venture any lower than my back, though, your dick will remain very much unsucked tonight.”l

Soft!Ashton most likely comes through in making a routine with a partner. I don't think Ashton is the type to be overtly romantic unless it's a special occasion. I see him kind of bringing softness/love into the everyday. 

Making breakfast with his partner half-naked, soft touches as they both get ready to leave the house for the day, sneaking a kiss whenever he can. I think he is very similar interested friendship in the way that he is in a relationship! He would want to be with some that can be independent, invested, and stable on their own. But mixing that with a physically intense bond and his individual body melding with yours would be an interesting thing.

His softness comes from humor and vulnerability. 

Window Seat

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 867

Trigger warnings: n/a

A/N: I wanted to start writing some autumn themed fics and this came to mind. I’m dedicating it to my Laura @irwinkitten ❤️ I hope it makes you smile, lovely! 💕

Contentment.

That was the only word you could think of to describe the feeling flooding through you. You were so comfortable, that an unconscious smile had curled your lips. You only knew it was there because you caught your reflection in the glass you were leaning against.

The window seat you’d insisted on when renovating your new home, was undoubtedly the best idea you’d had. The cushions were so soft and fluffy beneath you and it provided a lovely view of your quiet suburban street outside.

Your husband, Ashton probably wouldn’t ever have admitted it to you, but he was enjoying the little reading nook as much as you were. He was nestled in the cushions opposite you, his legs lazily intertwined with yours in the centre of the seat.

The bedroom was so quiet around you. The only sounds were the gentle pitter patter of the light rain against the window and the occasional rustling of paper whenever you or Ashton turned a page of your books.

Once you’d finished your current chapter you take a break to glance out of the window. The rain shower didn’t look too heavy, it was just enough to cover the street outside in a fine, hazy mist. As you watched the world go by for a few moments, a fresh gust of wind blew a flurry of the colourful leaves off of the trees lining the pavement in front of your house.

Ashton let out a quite giggle, drawing your attention back into the room. You’ve always adored how your husband’s cheeks dimple and the way his beautiful hazel eyes seem sparkle when he laughs. He just looks particularly gorgeous today. There were no worry lines marring his face and his shoulders were free of tension for once. It didn’t matter that his crimson hair dye had faded to practically nothing. The burnt orange colour that clung to the ends of his brunette waves were enough to remind you of his brief colourful phase.

“You enjoying your new book, sweetheart?” You asked fondly, stroking Ashton’s thigh gently with your bare foot through his grey sweats.

Ashton nodded, pushing his horn-rimmed glasses back up his nose as he lifted his gaze to meet yours. “How about you, darling?” He counters, “is your book good?”

“Yeah,” you replied holding his gaze steadily. “I think I need to rest my eyes for a bit now, though.”

Ashton raised an eyebrow as a smirk curved his lips. “Yeah?” He asked. “Wanna cuddle for a bit to pass the time?”

There was no need to answer verbally. You grinned widely as you scrambled across the cushioned bench and into Ashton’s lap, cuddling into his chest. His oversized, fluffy sweater added an extra layer of warmth and familiarity to the embrace as he wrapped you up in his strong arms.

You often made fun of Ashton’s ‘old man’ jumpers but on lazy, chilly days like today, they didn’t seem so bad at all. “You’re so comfy.” You mumbled into his chest. “I could just fall asleep like this.”

Ashton hummed in response. “I must admit this window seat at was a good idea, darling.” He sighed contentedly. “It’s way comfier than I expected.”

You giggled as you curled up into a tighter ball in your husband’s lap. “That’s why you should always trust my decorating suggestions.”

Ashton scoffed, playfully tickling your sides through your hooded sweater. “This was the only good idea you had!” He laughed as you squealed and kicked your legs. “I’m definitely never gonna recover from your suggestion that we should buy that hideous painting of the cat with the squished face from that charity shop!”

When he finally stopped tickling you, you slapped your husband playfully on the shoulder. “I’m just gonna sneakily buy it when you’re not with me.” You huffed, still trying to catch your breath. “Maybe I’ll get those little ornaments of the kittens wearing dungarees, too! I know you loved those even more.”

Ashton scrunched up his nose in distaste. “If you do that, I’m divorcing you!” He deadpanned, simultaneously hugging you tighter as though his body wouldn’t even allow his brain to joke about that.

“You could never live without me.” You smirked smugly. “I think you’d allow me to fill the house with real cats, even though you’re allergic, if it meant you could stay married to me forever.” You nuzzled his nose with your own before pecking a kiss to his lip. “You love me and you’ll just have to live with that, because I’m going nowhere and neither is my love for cats...”

Ashton rolled his eyes fondly and gently combed his fingers through your hair as he rested his forehead against yours. “You know me too well, darling.” He giggled, “you might have to get your feline fix by going to that cat cafe with michael every few weeks, though. I don’t think my allergy is going anywhere either, unfortunately.”

You snuggled back into Ashton, resting you head on his shoulder. “I can cope with that...” You replied honestly. There’s nothing in the world that could make you love Ashton any less, even if you do have to live without a pet cat.