Media - Bright Star
Character - Samuel Brawne (AGE UP)
Couple - Samuel X Reader
Reader - Y/n
Rating - 12
Word Count - 835
Samuel smiled warmly as he watched his little sister Toots, her eyes sparkling with joy as she giggled with delight. She bounced on the edge of the grassy bank, completely captivated by the sight of colourful paper boats darting swiftly across the gentle, glistening currents of the river. The sun filtered through the leafy branches overhead, casting playful shadows on her face. Samuel gently ran his fingers through her soft, curly hair. “Come on little lady, we need to start the walk back to the house.”
“Ohh… one more race Samuel! Please!” she begged giving him her biggest, saddest eyes.
“Alright one more race,” he chuckled,
“And then some funnel cake before we go?” she begged,
“…I’ll think about it.” he laughed,
“And can we look at the rag dolly’s! Pretty pretty please!” She begged,
“Maybe.” he told her, “Go on, there starting the next race.” He smiled,
Toots happily leaned closer to the railing, she watched the little paper boats bobbing across the shimmering surface of the river.
Meanwhile, Samuel rolled his eyes, turning his gaze away from the water to survey the bustling fair spread out before him. The expansive field was a vibrant tapestry, dotted with a kaleidoscope of scattered tents and rustic wooden carts. Each stall showcased handmade crafts that sparkled in the sunlight, alongside an array of absurd foods everything from sugary confections to savoury bites, tempting passersby with tantalising fragrances.
Just then, something caught Samuel’s eye, prompting him to do a slight double-take. There, amidst the throng of fairgoers, was Y/n. She moved gracefully through the fair, her tall brown boots softly sinking into the lush, green grass with each step. Her long brown plaid skirt swayed around her ankles, perfectly complemented by a cream blouse that shimmered subtly in the sunlight.
Her hair was neatly styled in two playful pigtail braids, each tied off with a small bow crafted from the same plaid fabric as her skirt. With her hands clasped behind her back, Y/n ambled slowly, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she admired the vibrant flowers at one of the nearby stalls, leaning close to inhale their sweet scents. She seemed utterly absorbed in her surroundings, a serene smile gracing her lips as she took in the beauty and bustle of the fair.
He smiled and did his best not to blush, and gave his little sister a small hug. “You stay here, you can watch another couple of races okay?”
“Okay,” she nodded happily,
Samuel quickly adjusted his coat and walked slowly over to Y/n, trying to make it look like he just… casually just strolled by, rather than purposely going to talk with her. “Oh! A pleasure to see you Y/n.”
“A pleasure to see you too Mr Brawne,” she smiled as she turned to see him,
“If I may?” He offered his hand,
“You may,” she smiled sliding her hand into his own,
He brought her hand up to his lips and pressed a tender kiss to her knuckles, “Are you enjoying the fair, Miss?”
“I suppose, it’s very sweet.” she nodded,
“Suppose?”
“I do not have much time to enjoy it, my grandmother says I am only to be at the fair for an hour.”
“Ohh…” He sighed, “She never lets you out for very long,”
“She doesn’t like me far from the house,”
“My mother feels the same sometimes.” he nodded,
“Are you enjoying your time at the fair Mr Brawne?”
“Samuel! Samuel! Can we go get funnel cake!” Toots yelled as she ran over,
Samuel forced a smile on her, even if he was annoyed that his alone time with Y/n had been cut short, “Yes, uhh just mostly acting as a chaperone for my little sister.” he said as he wrapped his arms around his sister,
Y/n smiled, “You’re a very sweet big brother.” she then leant down to be move level with Toots, “Is your big brother taking care of you today?”
“He has.” she nodded, “He promised he’d buy me a new rag dolly and some tasty funnel cake,”
Samuel bit his bottom lip, slightly enraged at his smart-ass little sister. Cause now he can’t tell her no to buying her those unless he wants to look like an asshole in front of Y/n. “Yes… I did.”
“That’s very charming, Mr Brawne,” Y/n chuckled, “I will not take up your time at the fair any longer,” she nodded and went to continue on her way,
“Ohh uhh actually!” He said stopping her,
“Yes?”
“Would you like to come with us? Maybe help us pick out a doll?” he suggested, “Or uhh… perhaps You and I could share a funnel cake?”
“Oooooooooohhh….” Toot’s teased,
Samuel playfully pinched his little sister to silence her,
Y/n giggled softly, “I’d like that,”
“You would!” he gasped,
“If I may,” she offered her hand,
“You- You may.” he nodded excitedly taking her by the arm,
Samuel walked through the fair with a wide smile on his lips, with Y/n on his arm and Toot’s hand in his own as they went to enjoy the fair.
Media - Bright Star
Character - Samuel Brawne (AGE UP)
Couple - Samuel X Reader
Reader - Y/n
Rating - 17+
Word Count - 894
The rain cascaded down in a gentle rhythm, drumming against the arched windows of Samuel's antiquated home, each drop a soft whisper in the hushed atmosphere. The sheer curtains, delicate and gauzy, muted the dreary tones of the overcast sky while allowing a muted, filtered light to seep into the dimly lit room. Outside, the storm raged fiercely, the wind howling through the mist-laden fields, its breath adding a wild melody to the steady patter of raindrops as they struck the sturdy walls and slanted roof of the house.
Inside, a crackling fire blazed in the worn stone fireplace, its warm glow flickering and scattering light across the polished wooden floor, where intricate rugs lay sprawled in rich patterns. The flames danced and flickered, occasionally popping with a sizzle that threatened to send fiery sparks tumbling beyond the confines of the hearth. The room was a cosy sanctuary, adorned with dark, polished antique furnishings, peppered with small trinkets and framed portraits. The walls were draped with lush tapestries, their deep colours serving to muffle the sounds of the storm outside, and of the sound within. Cocooning Samuel in a world of his own as the winds howled in the distance.
Samuel sat, a familiar sight in his beloved chair positioned strategically beside the garden doors, where he often found solace. He was dressed in his meticulously tailored black-striped trousers, a crisp white shirt that contrasted against the fabric of his deep blue waistcoat. His violin rested gently against his neck, the wooden instrument cradled as he scanned the scattered notes before him, striving to find the inspiration amidst the cacophony of thoughts in his mind.
With a deep breath, he began to play, letting his fingers dance across the strings, coaxing out little tunes and meandering notes in search of an elusive melody. Yet, frustration brewed beneath the surface; nothing he played seemed to resonate with the spark of creativity he desperately sought. Each attempt felt like a fleeting shadow, slipping through his fingers, leaving only silence in its wake. Samuel yearned for the rush of musical muse that would finally bring his composition to life.
The door creaked open, and a wave of warmth filled the room as his beloved wife stepped inside. She appeared just as he saw her earlier, wearing her favourite blue and grey dress. The fabric accentuated her figure, and the colours complimented her sparkling eyes. In her hands, she carefully balanced an ornate silver tray, polished to a shine, adorned with a delicate china teapot and matching cups. The rich aroma of freshly brewed tea wafted through the air, mingling with the faint scent of baked scones that she had prepared for him earlier.
"Good afternoon, dearest." Y/n cooed as she hurried over, bustle-jigging as she did.
Samuel gave her a tired yet kind smile, setting his violin down in its case. "Afternoon my darling, how are you?"
"Same as ever." She laughed setting his tea down on the table for him, starting to pour him a cup, "how goes the writing?"
He gave and tired huff. “It isn’t.” he was too tired to even put any flair or enthusiasm into his voice.
"Oh, my poor hubby." Y/n cooed as she handed over his tea. She moved behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck lazily and kissing his head,
Samuel gave a soft sigh as he relaxed, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. He hummed softly, "I swear my brain is refusing to work"
"You work too hard. You need a break, dearest." Y/n encouraged trying to tug him from the desk towards the couch,
"A break doesn't seem practical. I have work to do, there is no time for rest my darling,"
“You are only going to make yourself more worked up, come along,” she insisted,
He did not offer any fight, not even attempting as he just let himself be led to the sofa. He slumped against the sofa and sighed rubbing his eyes, “Perhaps my creativity is failing me,”
Y/n didn't answer simply sitting beside him and curling up in his arms,
Samuel wrapped his arms loosely around her, resting his chin on her head. "Perhaps I should just give up on this new piece altogether. I haven't been able to make progress on it in what feels like an eternity,"
"You'll figure it out in time. You just need to look at it with new eyes dearest."
He just gave a soft hum. he knew she was right deep down, but was far too stubborn to admit it. "Easy for you to say, darling. What do you know about composing music?"
Y/n giggled and hummed herself a little tune,
He gave a slight scoff, "Yes, a beautiful little tune. truly music that will go down in the history books" he snarked slightly.
"You just need a break, Samuel. To look with fresh eyes and a clear mind. To not think of it for a while," she smiled and began peppering his neck with kisses,
“I suppose you're right,” he admitted, he let gave a soft moan and he tilted his head to give her better access.
"Would this help take your mind off this my beloved?" She cooed her hand settling on his thigh,
"I suppose it is a good distraction, my dear," he smirked, his hand settling on hers and tugging it up his leg, higher up his thigh,
“Would it?” She growled,
“Ohh it very much would.” He snarled pulling her into a kiss,
Media - Bright Star
Character - Samuel Brawne (AGE UP)
Couple - Samuel X Reader
Reader - Y/n
Rating - 18+ Masturbation/ mutual masturbation/ watching/ voyeurism/
Word Count - 1533
Samuel had been watching Y/n since she moved in next door. They enjoyed this brief time when they passed one another’s cottages on their daily errands. He also adored that she was a young lady living alone, who wasn’t a fan of curtains or nets… He loved it! Getting to see all her private little moments. He'd gone through Two boxes of tissues just from jerking off over the sights of her.
Today was no different Y/n was lounging in bed having forgotten to close her curtains after watching last night's storm. Lying in her bed knitted with her sheets in an almost sheer light yellow nightie,
Samuel sat on his own bed trying his best to peak out his window without getting caught,
Y/n stirred a little shifting back and forth in her bed, Her chest rose and fell softly with each breath, her nipples still poking out from beneath the thin fabric.
Samuel couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as he continued to watch her, his eyes drinking in every detail of her relaxed form. His hand instinctively reached down to adjust his growing erection, He felt a pang of guilt for spying on her, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of desire.
she stirred a little more and gradually woke from the sunlight. She groaned and moaned squirming on her back as she woke,
“Ahah, good morning sunshine,” Samuel chuckled to himself, He loved watching her wake up, the way her face contorted in a mix of confusion and discomfort as she struggled to shake off the remnants of sleep. As she sat up, rubbing her temples, Samuel's gaze drifted down to her chest, He felt a familiar stirring in his loins, and he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to crawl into bed beside her, to wrap his arms around her warm body and hold her close.
“Mmm…” Y/n mumbled, her voice husky from sleep, Y/n checked her clock and groaned rubbing her neck and letting her hand slip down her chest a little. And she giggled with a sly mischievous little smile.
“Oh, come on, just a little more my love,” Samuel muttered under his breath, his eyes fixed on Y/n's hand as it slipped further down her chest. He felt a jolt of electricity run through his veins as he imagined what lay beneath the thin fabric of her nightie. He shuffled a little closer to the window, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to get a better look. As she leaned forward, her hair falling across her face, Samuel felt himself becoming harder by the second. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, that he was invading her privacy, but he just couldn't help himself. “Mmm... yeah,” he breathed, his voice barely audible as he continued to watch Y/n, lost in his own private fantasy.
she giggled in her innocent naughty little tone as she stood from her bed, hitched up her nightie and pushed off her panties exposing her bare backside,
“Fuck…” Samuel's breath caught in his throat as he stared at Y/n's exposed body, his eyes drinking in every inch of her naked flesh. He felt a wave of lust wash over him, threatening to consume him whole. His hands clenched into fists as he struggled to contain himself, his mind racing with all the things he wanted to do to her. Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed his cock, stroking it as he continued to watch her. “God damn it,” he whispered to himself, his voice shaking with desire. He needed to get closer to her, to touch her, to taste her. The thought sent shivers down his spine, and he found himself moving closer to the window, his heart pounding in his chest.
she jumped on her bed and giggled to herself opening her legs and rubbing slowly on her clit
“Ahah, yeah... oh God…” Samuel's eyes widened as he watched Y/n rub her clit, his fingers tightening around his cock as he stroked himself. He felt a rush of adrenaline course through his veins, and before he knew it, he was standing right next to the window, his face pressed against the glass as he gazed at Y/n with an unblinking stare.
Y/n's moans and gasps filled the air, and Samuel's own breathing quickened in response.
He could feel his orgasm building, threatening to spill over at any moment. As he watched, Y/n's hips began to move faster, her legs spreading wider apart as she rode herself closer and closer to climax. Samuel's mouth dropped open, and he felt a low growl rumble in his throat.
she pulled down her nightie a little aggressively exposing her breast cupping it and squeezing it before she began pinching and rubbing her nipple,
“Fuck... oh fuck…” Samuel's eyes went wide, his cock throbbing as he felt a wave of pure lust wash over him, threatening to consume him whole. His hands clenched into fists as he struggled to contain himself, his mind racing with all the things he wanted to do to her. As Y/n squeezed and pinched her nipple, Samuel could feel his own nipples hardening in response, and he knew he was on the verge of coming right there in his pants.
He took a step closer to the window, his face inches from the glass as he watched Y/n's antics with rapt attention.
she moaned her hips arching up desperately, her fingers rubbing her clit before slipping down and inside her fingering herself desperate for more.
“Yes...yes...oh God... fuck yes…” Samuel's eyes bulged out of his head as he watched Y/n start finger fucking herself, his cock pulsating in time with her movements. He felt a raw, primal urge rising up inside him, he began jerking himself off in rhythm with Y/n's thrusts. “Mmm... oh yeah... that's it, baby... come for me…” Samuel's voice trailed off into a moan as he watched Y/n ride her fingers, her body trembling with pleasure. He couldn't help but imagine himself taking her place, feeling his own body as he pumped in and out of her tight pussy. He felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead as he imagined sinking his teeth into Y/n's neck, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin as she came all over him. His cock throbbed in response,
she screamed so close to her orgasm but her hand was slowing where she was so tired already
“No...no...don't stop... keep going, baby...you're so close…” Samuel's voice was a low, husky whisper. He could see the desperation in her eyes, the struggle to keep going despite the exhaustion creeping in. His own body responded by tensing up, his muscles coiling with tension as he imagined himself stepping in, taking control of her pleasure and pushing her over the edge once and for all.
she kept going desperately chasing her orgasm before she finally hit it. Her hips bucked hard upward and lustful moans fell from her lips,
“Yes...yes...YES! oh my god, Y/n... you're so beautiful when you come…” Samuel's shout echoed through the air as he watched Y/n's body shudder and convulse, her hips bucking wildly as she rode out her orgasm. He felt a rush of excitement course through his veins, his own climax building in intensity as he watched Y/n's face contort in pleasure.
she heard his shout and their eyes met. She turned bright red humiliated someone had seen her like this,
Samuel’s eyes went wide with panic that he had been spotted, but just as they met eyes he hit his orgasm, his eyes rolling back, his lips bucking up and he came sputtering semen across his window, he felt so unbelievably humiliated that he had been caught but … it only seemed to build tension between them and with a boost of confidence he pushed his window fully open and spoke, “Y/n... don't be embarrassed,” Samuel said, trying to sound calm and nonchalant despite the fact that he was still throbbing with desire. “You look even more beautiful when you're like this, Y/n. So vulnerable and exposed.” Samuel's gaze dropped to her chest, where her nipples were still hard and visible beneath her shirt. “And those tits... they're just begging to be sucked.”
she blushed hard hearing his words. And she couldn't help but Innocently giggle at the thought someone was watching her masturbate. She giggled and opened her own window too, "You like watching me do this?"
“Oh, Y/n... you have no idea how much I love watching you touch yourself.” Samuel's voice was low and husky, his eyes fixed intently on Y/n's hands as they moved deftly over her clit. “I mean, I've seen some things in my time, but there's something about the way you move your body... it's just so damn beautiful.” He moved closer fully leaning out his window, his eyes burning with desire as he spoke in a low, raspy tone. “And yeah, I'd definitely watch you do this again. Maybe next time, though, can I join in?”
Y/n's smile was sly and inviting, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Come on in, Samuel,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
He could barely believe this was happening but he wasn’t going to wait quickly pulling his shorts up and bolting over,
I sat on the grass and watched the river flow down, the trees loomed over the river as they dropped a few leaves into the water.
"Samuel?" Her voice cooed I looked over and saw Y/n in her cute little light orange dress her hair in a long five-strand braid with daises in her hair, her nose slightly scrunched hiding her freckles, I knew her fairly well as she and her family moved into the house a few doors down last winter and given her and I are around the same age I often spent time with her, honestly we were kinda in the early courting stages, even if I struggle a little with her sometimes her family are… strange, very spiritual and mystical, doesn't help she's still learning English so she gets confused sometimes, but I still love her she's so cute and sweet she reminds me a lot of fairies from old stories my mother use to tell me and my sisters.
"Aww hi y/n" I smiled "What can I do for you?" she smiled and revealed a well-made flower crown with daises, lavender and other local wildflowers that littered the grass, the crown was very well made strong enough that you couldn't pull it apart without some force clearly her braiding skills had been put to use "Aww that's beautiful"
"I'll trade you"
"Trade? Uhh maybe for what?"
"I'll trade you you're bones for this flower crown"
"My-my my bones?"
"Umm" she nods
"Uhhh… it's very pretty, but I think I'm gonna have to say no"
"No?"
"No y/n"
"Oh." she said "But Bones"
"No, no bones"
"Please, very pretty. for bones"
"It's very pretty but their my bones"
"Bones for flower crown"
"I need my bones y/n. No."
"No bones?"
"No bones."
"Ohh… I can't make soup" she sighed
"s-soup!"
"No bones for soup" she sighed
"You were gonna turn my bones into soup!"
"Umm but can't make soup if I have no bones," she says "Bones hold the soup"
"bones hold- do you mean bowls!"
"Bowl?"
"Bowls. Like round ceramic to hold soup?" I asked and she nodded "Ohhh! you scared me y/n. Of course, come up to the house with me you can borrow a bowl" I laughed getting up and taking her hand to walk her back to the house
"crown for bowls"
"Nope. I love your little crowns y/n but I don't trust you" I laughed giving her head a kiss
"No crown?"
"No way." I told her "For all I know I agree to take it and I'm suddenly I'm in some magical fairy wedding. or turned into a toad" I laughed
"Like Luka" she giggled
"Luka moved away y/n he didn't turn into a toad" I laugh
"Mean boy he deserved it" she giggled
"You really worry me sometimes y/n" I told her "Come on then my little fairy let's find you a bowl for your soup."
