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I Left My Heart in San Francisco (John Brady x OC)
Summary: John's heart feels a thousand miles and just as many memories away in Stalag Luft III.
Note: Title comes from the song, of course (you don’t have to listen to it while reading, but I listened to it while writing this). Do not interact if you're under 18, terf or radfem, or post thinspo/ED content.
Word count: 1.7k
Warnings: Fluff and angst, mostly introspective. Somewhat non-linear narrative, I guess.
“I won’t get any good if I don’t practice,” John insisted.
Woody smiled, her green eyes sparkling. “Alright, but you watch that pipe of yours. If I smell burning hair—“
He grinned, taking his pipe out of his mouth. “You won’t, sweetheart, I promise.”
Woody braided her hair first thing in the morning, after hastily raking her fingers through it, tugging out any knots that formed overnight. By the heat of the afternoon, enough hair would come loose and stick to her sweaty skin that she’d have to redo her handiwork, already knowing to anticipate the black streaks of grease she’d have to scrub out of it at the end of each day.
Sometimes Holly would be around to give her an intricate and sturdy French braid, able to withstand sweat and hard work. But John had never braided hair before he asked to do hers one evening, and then with increasing frequency as time went on, desperately needing something to lose himself in.
She sat between his legs, still and patient as he ran his fingers through her wavy hair. He parted it in two sections, letting the waterfall of blonde flow down one of her shoulders while he gathered the rest of her hair, silken to the touch compared to the standard blankets and bedsheets they were issued.
A shiver ran down her spine when his fingers gently brushed the nape of her neck.
“Sorry,” he mumbled.
“You’re fine, honey.” Her voice was soft, almost a low purr that echoed in his ears. He couldn’t remember another time when she called him honey. Usually just Johnny, which sounded wrong coming from other people, even jokingly, since it became hers, but he wasn’t sure how to tell her he liked honey too.
He carefully layered one thick strand of hair over the other until he finished a braid on one side. Looked good, but he knew at a glance he could do better. Woody braided her hair for utility, not just to look pretty, which was a bonus in his opinion, but not her priority.
He puffed on his pipe, shaking his head before setting it aside. “They’re not even. I’m gonna try again.”
“Go ahead, Johnny.”
John stroked her hair, thinking about how he wished they had met under different—better circumstances, where she wasn’t under constant threat of losing him. He used to figure that there was a proper way to get to a woman’s heart, the way god intended, or so he’d been told: meet a nice young lady, ask her father for permission to take her out on a date, get to know each other, bring her home on time. Rinse and repeat while trying not to get too handsy before getting a ring involved.
Then the war happened.
Then Woody happened, who probably wouldn’t have described herself as a nice young lady in the first place. No father to ask permission to take her out on a date. He wasn’t quite sure they actually saved anything for marriage (besides the having kids part, thankfully). He figured god would be flexible, all things considered.
“Everything okay?” she asked.
“There’s a knot,” he mumbled, brows furrowed in concentration as he carefully pulled at strands of hair to free them from each other.
“When I was a kid, if I had a really bad knot I couldn’t get out myself, I’d just cut it with some kitchen scissors. My hair probably looked awful.”
He almost instinctively asked why she didn’t ask her mom to brush it out, but felt the slightest bit of rage burn in his chest when he caught himself and remembered. “I care enough about you to do this right.”
“You’re also pretty good with your hands.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
“I know so,” she said, “and thank you for always being attentive.”
“Are we still talking about your hair?”
“Oh, of course.”
He snickered, working on braiding her hair again. “Of course.”
Neither of them spoke of the future very much, but he knew he wanted one with her. Just wasn’t sure how to go about the discussion without scaring her off, if she’d even be open to settling down. Settling. The word weighed heavy in his mind. While Woody claimed no nostalgia for her native city, a sad fondness laced her voice when she spoke of it, of the excitement and freedom San Francisco had offered her when she needed those things most. Sometimes John wondered if Ithaca would be enough, if he would be enough when all was said and done.
He swallowed roughly. “Take a look and tell me what you think. Be as brutally honest as you need to be. I can take it.”
Woody half-turned to him, an amused smile spreading across her face. Made him feel like he was being let in on a secret the way her smile sometimes did. “You could make my hair look like a bird’s nest and I wouldn’t tell you.” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek before getting up. He followed, almost nervous as she inspected her appearance in the small mirror sitting nearby. She beamed at her reflection, turning excitedly to him. “Johnny, it’s perfect.”
She stood on her toes to kiss him, deep and real, the kind that made any lingering doubts dissolve. Her lips were soft, as if she put on lip balm before he got there. Everything about her was soft, except for her hands, always rough and calloused, but something would be wrong if he felt a smooth palm cradling his jaw, or gliding across the expanse of his shoulders, down his back to cling to him. But he was clothed. Or he thought he was. Lost himself for a moment before he found the sound of her voice again.
“Before I forget—” She slipped her hand into one of her pockets. “Here, I want you to have this. I don’t really have any other photos of me, but I wrote a little note on the back of it for you,” she said. Her cheeks flushed, eyes flicking away from him for a moment. “Just so, um, you know it’s yours.”
He smiled at being handed the photo, a little shadowy and out of focus, but her nevertheless. To Johnny, all my love and more, your sweetheart, Woody. She had drawn a little heart next to his name, Xs and Os after hers. “You look beautiful. Thank you, sweetheart.” He kissed her forehead, the tip of his nose brushing against her skin. “I’ll keep it with me.”
And he did. All the way to Stalag Luft III. Looked at the photo and tried to remember the feeling of her hair between his fingers.
He nearly tore Hambone a new one for taking the photo from his hands without asking, not that he would have let him touch it in the first place even if he had. While far from salacious, having other eyes besides his own on Woody’s photo felt almost sacrilegious. After all, he kept it in the same pocket as the St. Christopher card his mother had given him before he left for basic, its laminated corners curled from his incessant toying with it for reassurance. He hardly looked at it since they bailed. Patron saint of travelers. Some good St. Chris did him.
Buck stepped in and got John his photo back before the situation could escalate further. But the cat was out of the bag. As if it even mattered then, anyway. He did take some pride in everyone’s shock at him and Woody managing to keep their relationship under wraps for nearly four months.
He didn’t expect it to come up again, but he wasn’t exactly expecting Bucky to be alive either. In the midst of Bucky's bittersweet reunion with the other members of the 100th who’d been taken prisoner by the Germans, it was mentioned among the updates everyone was clamoring to give him after he relayed what he could muster of how he survived and ended up there.
Hardly relevant, but Bucky fixated on it after John let one small detail slip out.
“You and Woody? How the hell did I not know this?” Bucky asked.
“No one knew, except for Holly,” he said.
“Holly knew?”
“It wasn’t my idea, but Woody tells her everything. Told her about us the night you two made the bet on that baseball game.”
“That was back in June!" Bucky exclaimed, a strange combination of disbelief and slight betrayal that felt almost out of place compared to everything else going on. "She’s known for four months and didn't tell me?”
“Woody swore her to secrecy or something.”
Bucky shook his head. “You sly dog. Under everyone’s noses…” Clapped him proudly on the shoulder. “Good on you, buddy.”
John smiled. “Thanks, Bucky.”
“Don’t expect any details,” Murph mumbled.
“I’m not telling any of you about my sex life.”
“But there was one?” Bucky asked.
He sighed, resisting the urge to glare at his friend, who up until a few hours prior, he wasn’t even sure was still alive. “We didn’t sneak around for four months just to hold hands.”
Even if that was all they’d done, his relationship with Woody wouldn’t have been any less important to him. Still, it was nice to have actual experiences to pull from, build fantasies that could get him through some of the lonelier nights when he wished he were with her, just about anywhere in the world but Stalag Luft III. The four months that were all theirs became his lifeline.
Four months. Maybe that was long enough for him to ask her to marry him. After writing to his family, that’d be his first order of business. Woody already had his heart, so he’d promise her everything else on top of that he could think of. Let her point anywhere on a map and take her there on a month-long honeymoon. Move all the way out to San Francisco with her. If she said ‘no’ or sent the letter back unopened, at least he could say he tried.
He laid back on his bunk that night, doing his best to ignore the shouting outside. Like the night guards did it on purpose to keep them exhausted. Closed his eyes. Kept her photo pressed against his chest. Tried to remember what her hair felt like between his fingers. Silk compared to the threadbare blankets the Germans gave them for the rapidly approaching winter.
“I won’t get any good if I don’t practice,” he insisted.
She smiled, her green eyes sparkling. “Alright, but you watch that pipe of yours. If I smell burning hair—“
He grinned, taking his pipe out of his mouth. “You won’t, sweetheart, I promise.”
#john brady x oc#john brady#masters of the air x oc#masters of the air#mota x oc#mota#mota fanfic#hbo war#hbo war fanfic#hbo war x oc#ch: woody
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Haven't seen nearly enough of Loggy on here. Let's fix that a bit...
Suppose...
Character by Rattel_M_Bones, A.K.A Jas.
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Benoit Blanc/ Knives Out 3rd Installment Dream Cast!
Okay! Hear me out:
Ayo Edebiri as our lead. She slays, she’s amazing, she eats up every scene.
Penelope Cruz as the ring leader of the group. Takes no shit and looks after her family by any means necessary.
Chris Pine as the polite yet reserved one of the group. Secretly a Proud Boy.
Anne Hathaway as the rich bitch with a slight alcohol addiction.
Nicholas Braun as the narcissistic nepo baby. Right from the get-go he’s an asshole.
Anna Faris as the quirky, out-of-touch friendly one who tries to be woke but is actually a centrist.
Melissa McCarthy as the problematic aspiring comedian with the very uncomfortable “jokes.”
Jensen Ackles as the sus potential love interest who turns out to be major red flags.
Florence Pugh as the only trusting ally with a private, backstabbing agenda. Slightly murderous.
Plus...
Joseph Gordon-Levitt as the nft-ai tech bro.
Keke Palmer as the new money trying to hold onto her status.
Hunter Schafer as Chris Pine’s daughter. Self-involved, reckless. The wild card.
Woody Harrelson as the one you really wanna like but can’t because his character voted for Trump twice. Conspiracy theorist and prob also a misogynist.
#glass onion#knives out#knives out dream cast#benoit blanc#daniel craig#knives out mystery#yes i know this is a crap ton of people. some are more minor ch#spn#supernatural#keke palmer#ayo edebiri#jensen ackles#anne hathaway#hunter schafer#nicholas braun#florence pugh#chris pine#joseph gordon levitt#woody harrelson#melissa mccarthy#anna faris
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@bonesofchaos has requested a story : "were you looking for me? i’m honored!" // woody @ his queen
𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.
❝ Honored as you ought to be because , ❞ Purposefully , she allows to hang the end of her statement , punctuating the words by reaching out and catching the manmade angel by the jaw , REELING HIM CLOSE . The press of her claws must be entirely f a m i l i a r by now , as is the way she does not elect to hinder their pressure against his flesh , letting them bite into his handsome face , welling the brimming of b l o o d to the surface. Head cocks , angling herself nearer , making sure to mind the way mirrored crown of horns interlock overhead , further entangling the two together like beasts in an unsightly SNARE . ❝ You seem to forget that I am a l w a y s looking for you. ❞ Comes the finish of her thought. For as coy as it might sound , the tone she takes is entirely s i n c e r e . It is followed by – affirmed with – a kiss bestowed to waiting lips ( & how he seems to look for more the moment she withdraws ; how she relishes in the way he seems so eager for more of her blessings ! ) .
Verona is very much indeed his living haunt ; she is his wanting divinity. And he is those pieces of her that have gone missing , now f o u n d in the shape of a falsified relic that has come to absolve / to salvage her rotting heart. Lo’ how the times change , where even the greatest of creatures will love for eternity the most despicable of creatures ( & love him she does , this cannot be denied ; he is everything to her , no matter their dichotomy ) .
❝ For whatever could I do without my beloved angel ? My other half ? ❞ She pulls away from him , a smile uplifting the corners of her painted lips , silvery hues glinting with the tinge of good humor. ❝ Being without you is intolerable ! ❞ And she means that. She h a t e s when he decides to go galavanting off on his wild escapades and get into trouble ( at the very least , he has the sense to mention when he does , though it does not mend the ache left behind in his absence ) . ❝ Besides , you know I would not be forced to HUNT YOU DOWN like this if you would simply learn to STAY PUT for more than a few days at a time. ❞ Spoken in jest , of course , there is no real ire in her voice , merely a lighthearted s c o l d i n g . She is also willing to bet the other gets a k i c k out of having her chase him all over creation ( what a needy thing ) .
#❧ ⸺ how can ( queue ) say there is no story here ? ❞#❧ ⸺ ch. verona | answered ❞#❧ ⸺ ch. verona | verse i: main ❞#bonesofchaos#bonesofchaos | wormwood#full send the idea that sometimes...#woody just runs off purely to make verona chase him bc he KNOWS - he knows she'll come after him#he thinks it's funny#but also he truly enjoys it#ayo fellas does your gf hunt you down like a dog??#:)))
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🎃 + georgia ?? 🖤
🎃 + an oc for their halloween costume
this very cute vintage witch costume I found !!
+ alt princess aurora + prince philip costumes for her & mac bc I thought they'd be cute in that alfjejd
#rae.txt#other couples costume option was bopeep & woody lmao#ch: georgia tate#lavampira#thank u !!! :)#asks#ship: you're not my first love but you're my last ( georgia x maccready )
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╰ @fairyridden
from the outside looking in he had perfect life from being loved and adored by his wealthy parents that constantly gave him whatever he wanted in life. to practically ruling over the school being allowed to do whatever he wanted without any sort of adult supervision pretty much he'd always gotten bored after his played enough with it only to disregard it into the trash after he was done , wanting to move on to newer and brighter things that would eventually over time become a pattern he began to develop with the people he ' dated ' quickly moving on the next person and getting what he wants out of them and then just as quickly dumping then for someone else ultimately dumping them without a word and breaking their heart in the process and once he'd set his eyes on the new girl in town he had already began to become intrigue with them looking so innocent and most importantly in his eyes to please anyone and everyone around them which had only made him want her more so with the latter words in mind he had decided to make her fall madly in love with him and then without a single word let alone on a reason why ? dump her breaking her heart into a million pieces before that though he could have his fun with this one as he had already fully expected for her to fall his wicked charms and wanting to become his that's when he enact his plans for her , to lead her down the dark path and corrupt her chancing upon her in the hallway after class he already had his eyes on her corning her by their locker leaning up against the nearby wall pretty much trapping them in “ hey ! you must be the new girl around here i'm woody it's a pleasure finally meeting you. ” he said words already clearly dripping with VENOM and utter malice.
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sent to save me | sidney crosby (ch. 2)
series masterlist
summary: sid grapples with his emotions and talks with annie before visiting the malkin’s newest addition
warnings: none! :)
author’s note: Hey y’all! I’m so happy you’re enjoying this series already. I’m super excited to write it out and give it some body. Hope you like this chapter!
xoxo
nina
The first time Sidney Crosby met Annie Wright she spilled coffee all over him.
“Shit I’m so sorry I wasn’t watching and my phone rang and-,” Annie had paused and looked up at Sidney with wide eyes. “And now the tabloids are going to rake me through the mud for trying to take out Pittsburgh’s Golden Boy.”
Sid chuckled and looked down at his shirt with a grin, “S’okay. It was an accident. Unless you purposely spill coffee on strangers.”
The wide grin that Annie gave Sidney is one he still pictures to this day. Her hair was in a high ponytail, her face freckled from the summer sun. He compares that image with the version of Annie standing in front of him now. She looks sad, worn down even. This is not his Annie.
They’re both standing speechless across from each other and for a moment it feels like no time has passed. But then Sid blinks and his world comes crashing back down around him.
“Is Vivie mine?” Sid’s not sure where his words come from. It feels like he’s not even the one saying them, like he’s watching the scene unfold before him from outside of his body. “I need you to tell me, I need to hear it from your lips. Is she mine?”
Annie’s eyes search his face for a moment before she nods and answers in a quiet voice, “Yes she’s your daughter Sidney.”
His hands run over his face, through his hair, covers his eyes. Sid sucks in a deep breath and immediately feels his sandwich from earlier coming back up. He quickly turns around and pukes into the bush there, chest heaving as he braces his hands on his knees.
He has a daughter.
A daughter who’s first seven years of life he’s missed.
A daughter with the only woman he’s ever loved.
When he’s sure that he’s not going to throw up again Sid stands up, takes a deep breath, and turns to Annie. Her teeth are digging into her lip, a nervous habit she’s always had, and even though he has a million conflicted emotions about her Sid finds all he wants to do right now is smooth out the skin of Annie’s lips like he used to.
“I’m… I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say,” Annie breathes and runs a hand through her blonde locks. “Which isn’t fair to you I know but I wasn’t exactly expecting to run into you when I woke up today. Damn it, I’m sorry I know you’re expecting answers but I can’t… I can’t think straight. I’m sorry.”
Sid sighs and nods, “I get it. I’m, uh, pretty speechless too.” He runs a hand through his salt and pepper hair, clocking Annie’s eyes following his hand. “I have Niki for a few days but maybe… Maybe we could meet up and talk?”
Annie only hesitates for a moment before nodding, her shoulders loosening just a little bit, “That… Yeah that would be good.”
They stand there awkwardly for a few moments as if they’d never been madly in love and on the verge of spending their lives together. Finally Sidney is the one to break the silence as his fingers twitch at his sides.
“Vivie is all Nikita talks about,” Sid smirks at the small laugh that Annie lets out. “Seriously, he spent 20 minutes this morning telling me about why blue and purple are her favorite colors.”
Annie rolls her eyes playfully before smirking, “Yeah that sounds right. Annie and him have been inseparable since they met in kindergarten. Hold on, I have this one picture…”
As Annie pulls her phone out Sidney drinks in her casual appearance, a pair of frayed jeans with a white tee tucked into it. She’s just as gorgeous as she’s always been and it makes Sid’s chest constrict tightly despite the anger and sadness still lingering there.
“Here! They wanted matching costumes so they decided to be Woody and Jessie,” Annie holds her phone and shows Sid a photo of Nikita and Vivie, arms wrapped around each other. It’s clearly from a few years ago, both of them sporting chubby cheeks and bright eyes. Sid takes in the way Vivie’s eyes look so much like his, the way her chin is a perfect replica of his.
There’s emotion overflowing in his chest and Sid finds he has to look away so he doesn’t start crying in front of a fucking elementary school right after throwing up there. He clears his throat and looks away from Annie’s phone, “She’s beautiful, An. Is, uh, is Vivie short for something?”
“Her full name is Vivienne,” Annie whispers as she watches her phone intently. “Um… Vivienne Taylor.”
Sidney felt his heart clench at Annie’s words, knowing she’d thought of him when naming their daughter. He let out a slow breath, willing back his tears once more before nodding, “That’s… Thank you.”
Annie and Sid exchange numbers before parting ways and as soon as he’s behind the wheel of his SUV Sidney lets out a ragged breath followed by a low sob.
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“Mama! Papa!”
Sid’s been on auto pilot since his run in with Annie this morning, but Nikita’s yell breaks him out of his haze momentarily. He follows the boy into the hospital room, watching as Geno lifts his son into his arms and kisses his hair.
That should be you with your daughter.
Shaking the thought off Sid sets the flowers he’d brought on the bedside table before coming over to hug Anya, kissing her forehead.
“You look great for just having pushed a baby out,” Sid teases lightly, but his grin doesn’t reach his eyes.
“She big like her papa, nearly tore me in half,” Anya grins up at Sid before looking to the bundle in her arms. “You wanna hold?”
He agrees instinctively and carefully takes the baby from Anna. Her little face is scrunched up and Sid can already see wisps of dark hair peeking out from her cap. Gently running a finger down her chubby cheek Sid thinks about his own daughter and how he never got this moment with her. Hell he’d never even hugged the girl and she was already seven years old.
“Sid why you crying, it’s just baby,” Geno teases as he sidles up next to him. He looks him over before lowering his voice. “You okay?”
Sidney nods and stares at the baby for another moment before speaking, “I met Vivie today. And her mom.”
Geno grunts, his eyes trained on his daughter, “Mom never around when I am. Anya think she’s avoiding me, don’t know why though.”
“Vivie’s mom is Annie,” Sid pauses and then looks up at Geno, whose face has gone white. “My Annie.”
The two men stand in silence, Nikita chattering to his mom in the background. Sid and Geno keep their eyes locked on the baby in Sid’s arms as they come to terms with the bomb that had been dropped on them. Annie had left before Anya had moved to Pittsburgh, it was reasonable she wouldn’t know who she was. But Geno would have and Annie knew that.
“Sid is…,” Geno looks scared to utter the words as he meets Sid’s eyes. “Vivie?”
Sid simply nods, Geno exhaling and running a hand over his face. The baby fusses a bit and Sidney immediately starts to rock back and forth, bouncing on his heels and soothing her.
“You’re natural Sid,” Anya muses with a grin, missing the wince Geno lets out. “When you have your own babies?”
“Anya,” Geno says lowly and though he can’t understand it, Sid knows that whatever he says in Russian is enough for Anna to get that she shouldn’t ask more questions.
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Later that night after he’s tucked Nikita into bed Sid checks his phone, a glass of scotch in one hand as he sinks into the couch. He has a few texts but there’s only one he clicks into.
Unknown: hey it’s annie. let me know when a good time for you to meet up is, i’m flexible.
And then, as if knowing his heart didn’t need to take anymore hits today, Annie sends a photo of Vivie fast asleep in her bed with a stuffed penguin tucked under her chin.
And Sidney finally lets his tears fall.
#Sidney crosby#Sidney crosby fic#Sidney crosby fanfic#nhl fic#nhl fanfic#hockey fic#hockey fanfic#nina writes
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AFTER DARK. Armin Arlert (CH. 3)
☰ pairings: Armin x Reader, Slight Eren x Reader
┌─ ✮⭒｡ story summary: Armin was tired of being seen as an innocent, goody-two-shoes, little flower boy. Instead, he wanted to be seen in a more romantic and…sexual light. You just couldn’t turn down a sweet boy like him, so you agreed to hone his charms and teach him special…skills.
And he turned out to be much more powerful (and hotter) than you'd ever expected.
└─ ✩⭒｡ story #tags: fluff, angst, smut, friends to lovers, friends w benefits, drama, jealousy, hurt/comfort, manipulative armin, virgin armin, loss of virginity, childhood friends, lots of tension, nerd armin, and then he glows up, love triangles, unrequited love, gaslighting, lots of buildup
☰ CHAPTER THREE. armin's transformation
┌─ ✮⭒｡ chapter summary: Armin takes you out.
└─ ✩⭒｡ chapter warnings: very subtle gaslighting
☰ table of contents | previous chapter | next chapter
You were mid-home-from-work routine when you received a text from Armin. As you unloaded your belongings from your bag, you picked up your phone from the table.
Lately, it seemed as if Armin had been talking to you quite a lot—more than he already did, no less.
Armin: Are you free later?
Ah, typical question. Since it was summer, the time spent with your friends was no longer limited to the weekends, minus the time spent outside of class hours and whenever your schedules didn't conflict. Even with your job, you were much more available compared to the academic year.
Despite having seen Armin almost every day for the last decade of your life, you never hesitated when it came to seeing more of your friends.
You: im free
just got home from work
Armin: Okay, sounds great
Do you want to hang out?
I want to take you somewhere
You: of course i do
where?
Armin: It’s a surprise
It’s really important and I need your help
I’d like for you to come along
You: armin this is really suspicious
but sure
surprise me
Armin: I swear it's nothing suspicious
You: is eren or mikasa coming?
Armin: No
Just you and me
I’ll pick you up from your house
Maybe sometime in the next hour?
You: okay sounds great
and whats the dress code?
Armin: Dress code is very casual
Please don't worry too much about it
You: i trust you armin...
see you
ill start getting ready
Armin: Tell me when you're ready!
See you!
Just the two of you? Just what was he up to? Not that you guys hadn't hung out alone before, but it was almost always the four of you as a group. With recent light of his insecurities and crush on Annie, you began to think it had something to do with that.
Then where could he possibly take you? Where would you even fit to benefit him in this situation?
You remembered the conversation from last night. He probably just wanted to finish it. After all, you were the one that offered to continue. But it felt like a hefty job, and you were unsure if you were suited for the task.
It wasn't as if you were obligated to help him. Still, you just couldn't help but want to—you felt like you needed to. It was hard to come by people like Armin, who was nothing but kind and considerate towards you. Now that your most dedicated pillar of support had finally come to you for help, it was time to repay the favor. You were afraid to fail him when he had already done so much for you.
Still, part of you was excited. You would do anything in your power to win over his crush.
You'd brush it off for now, though, since you needed to get ready.
Armin's car had been parked within a short walking distance. From your door to his, there was only the scuttle of your shoes on the cracked pavement and the distant sound of whirring cars.
"Hey." He flashed you a welcoming, warm smile.
You scooted into the passenger seat, mirroring his smile. "Hey, Armin."
As you shut the door, you couldn't help but breathe in the familiarity of his car. It was the usual: light air conditioning, quiet music, and that friendly fragrance of his car seats. A mix of something woody and rosy—his cologne—and the minty-ness of the cup container filled with that gum he seemed to always chew.
Armin was never unkempt, always clean, and smelled of his body wash, a warm vanilla scent—a scent that reminded you of home.
You mentally backtracked. You were glad he wasn't a mind reader, or else he'd find out you had been shamelessly smelling him and his car.
"Is that Eren's sweater?"
His voice broke you out of your thoughts, and he shot you a long glance as you buckled your seatbelt.
You looked down.
Oh.
You nearly forgot. The centerpiece of your outfit was none other than one of Eren's sweaters that he had given you yesterday. How could you have forgotten? The sweater hanging off your body was a blatant reminder of your sort-of feelings for him, which you couldn’t help but convince yourself were platonic rather than romantic.
Despite the hot weather, you threw it on, determined to wear it even if you suffered from heatstroke.
"Maybe it is,” you replied with a shrug, tone teasing.
Armin only responded with an airy chuckle. The car was moving now, a subtle reminder that he had brought you here for a reason. Before you could even ask, a notification on your phone chimed, ringing loud throughout the quiet interior.
Texts from your group chat.
Eren: mikasa and i are getting something to drink right now
you guys wanna join?
you can come meet us there
i'll send the address
we're also getting dinner later so come along
i'm paying
You blinked, rereading the text.
Mikasa and I are getting something to drink right now.
Mikasa and I.
Right now.
Oh.
Had they been making plans in private, only deciding to ask the group chat as a last-minute decision? The two seemed to already be together, after all. You knew that not everything had to be a four-person activity, but knowing that the two were alone together felt strange. You couldn't shake off your uneasiness.
No, no, you were thinking too hard about it. In fact, you were alone with Armin right now. Eren and Mikasa had their own lives and their own choices, and it was all just in your head. This was normal—you had done the same before.
Were you jealous?
You watched the front window view slow from moving buildings to lone traffic lights as yellow flickered into red. You then looked at Armin, who was swooping back his long hair and adjusting his glasses.
"Eren just texted. He and Mikasa are getting something to drink right now and dinner later. He wants to know if we can join,” you finally said.
Armin's eyebrows furrowed. "Oh, drinks...? Eren and Mikasa are...?" He paused, trailing off.
…Together?
Armin spared you a pitying glance, and despite your effort to mask it, he read the disappointment from your expression.
"Don't worry, Y/N, it's the usual. We always go get milkshakes together. All four of us. Maybe Eren was already texting her, or maybe he was driving near her place and decided to drop by. He's done this before with all of us." Armin extended his hand over the console to yours, where he placed his fingers on your wrist and rubbed circles on your hand with his thumb. "Don't think too much into it, okay? It could just be all in your head."
You nodded.
"We might not be able to get drinks right now, but we can catch them at dinner if that's okay with you." He smiled reassuringly.
You thought it was ironic. The thought of Eren and Mikasa off on their own and leaving you and Armin out worried you, but here you were, alone with Armin and heading off to who knows where. You could only laugh at yourself.
Speaking of which...
"Armin, you haven't told me where we're going."
A cherry, tantalizing smile inched up his face.
"Sorry, you're right. I haven't."
Armin tilted his head towards you, turning ever so slightly until you could see his pretty blue-eyed smile.
"We're going to a barber shop."
You waited for him to finish, raising a brow.
"I'm going to get a haircut."
Your eyes widened.
"You're—what?"
Instantly, your eyes darted to his hair—long and clean and fair on his shoulders. Never once was it tangled or dirty, only silky and faultless as it always seemed. You suddenly found yourself threading your fingers through his locks.
"Wait, are you serious?"
All of this suspense, only to find out you two were going to a barbershop. Even as you pondered the reasoning behind the dramatic wait, you couldn't help but laugh at the silliness of it.
"Yeah! I am. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I just wanted to tell you in person rather than through text." Armin replied, bashfully craning his neck away from your hand that was still in his hair. "Hey, that tickles."
You retracted your hand, laughing, but your thoughts were still swarming with the fact that Armin Arlert wanted his hair cut. Armin Arlert, whose blonde tresses had always framed his face and neck.
"I can't believe it. What type of haircut are you getting?"
One of his hands left the wheel and clumsily felt for his plugged-in phone on the console, handing it to you. You took it without a thought.
"I saved some pictures on my phone if you want to look. You know my password, right?"
You hummed in response, pressed in the digits of his phone password, and swiped around until you found his camera roll. His recent photos consisted of various sunset shots (or sunrise, since you knew Armin was an early bird) that were taken from his bedroom window and the aforementioned hairstyle pictures. A good handful of them, too, all in different angles and lighting.
Wow, Armin sure was thorough for one simple haircut.
"I want an undercut, but I want to keep my hair up to my ears. Kinda like—"
"Kinda like Levi?" You smirked. You eyed him shrewdly, and if you weren't so caught up in your joke, you would've seen him mirthfully roll his eyes with a childish smile.
Armin paused to consider his words, and after chuckling, he spoke. "I've been thinking about getting a haircut for a while now, but I didn't decide until last night. I searched around for some references this morning, and you were talking about him yesterday. You said...you said he was hot."
An easy, brief smile made its way to your lips. "His hair is only one of the many things that make him hot."
You found it cute that Armin had remembered your banter about Professor Ackerman last night.
Speaking of last night, you wondered if he was going to mention your conversation—hopefully regarding how he wanted you to help him. Right now would be a fitting time, wouldn't it? You and Armin, alone in his car. He poured his feelings out once here, so maybe he'd do it twice.
"If you think his hair looks good, then I hope it’ll suit me, too. I just...want a change for once. I'm sure a lot of people would agree."
You almost frowned at that. Growing up, Armin rarely came out of his soft shell, known as the small-framed and timid boy who was overshadowed by his best friend's tenacity when his brains were the only asset at his disposal. Although he seemingly had long grown out of that shell and pushed past that shadow, you knew better.
"Are you doing this for Annie? Armin, I know I've said this before, but don't ever feel like you need to change for somebody."
Him changing himself to fit someone else felt wrong.
"I know, but this is for me. It's only a haircut, nothing big."
Despite the guise of a smile he put on, despite the way he'd brushed it off, deep down, he was still the insecure boy you grew up with. But if he truly was as honest as he sounded and wanted this for himself, then you wanted it, too.
"If you say so. Then I guess you're right. Either way, I think you're going to look great. Annie is definitely going to notice how amazing you look."
When you turned to him, you didn't realize he was already staring at you. He hurriedly shook his head and shied away from your stare with a soft chuckle. His lips parted to say something, but you didn't give him the chance before you butted in.
"I still can't believe it. No more long hair. It was practically a part of you." You eyed him, or rather, his hair. "This is a big deal."
He let his fingers run through his locks, twisting and brushing the strands away. "Yeah. Everyone will be so surprised."
It seemed as if he wanted to say more, but you butted in again. "And thanks for always driving me, by the way. You're always picking me up, even if I have a car."
His one hand came to frantically wave you off while the other fumbled with turning the wheel. "No, it's okay. I'm always the one asking you to pick you up, anyway. I like driving you." He smiled.
Before you could thank him, it was his turn to cut you off.
"We're here."
All of your previous doubts about Eren and Mikasa and the initial shock of Armin's announcement flew out the window and into the sunny skies.
The anticipation was unbearable. The two of you were now parked in front of the barbershop, and Armin was about to get his haircut.
You were going to be the first to witness it.
All you registered when you walked in was the sound of the bell’s chime, and you then found yourself sitting knee-to-knee with Armin as you waited for his appointment, looking down at his phone while he swiped back and forth on his screen.
Armin stilled and tilted his phone towards you. "Do you think I should go with this photo?"
"Yeah, it looks good. Or better yet, you could show them a pic of Professor Ackerman."
His expression became a mix of what seemed like embarrassment and bewilderment before he stammered, "What?! No—no way, I'm going to look like a fool. Professor Ackerman is practically known by everyo—"
You gasped and instantly slapped your hand against his shoulder, or rather, what you thought was his shoulder, but instead, you smacked him square in the face. He jolted back in shock and didn't have time to blink before you redirected his head. "Look! Your barber is ready for you."
Armin stood up, glancing back and shooting you an incredulous look. You only sheepishly mouthed sorry to him in return.
You waited until he sat down before you took your eyes off him. Armin Arlert was about to cut his hair to the shortest length it's ever been.
Now, all there was to do was to wait some more.
In the meantime, you needed to text Eren back, which you had forgotten to do earlier. You saw that Armin had already replied, likely sometime after you walked in and before you two sat down.
Armin: Sorry, I was driving
I’m with y/n right now
We can't make it for drinks, but dinner sounds nice!
You: eren whats the address?
we’ll be there for sure
Hopefully, you would. Free dinner, right?
Minutes later, Eren responded.
Eren: [Current Location]
It looked like they were there already.
You quickly tapped on the link to his location and a restaurant named "Trost's Kitchen" came into view. You had only ever eaten there twice in your life: one time as a child with your family and the second time as a high school student to tease Jean at his part-time waiter job.
If Armin's session went by fast, then you'd be able to drive there with just enough spare time to eat before Eren and Mikasa finish their meals. You amused yourself with how they would react to Armin's hair. Shocked? Confused? Hell, you hadn’t even seen it yourself yet.
For the next few minutes, all you did on your phone was text and scroll.
No, scratch that, you had fallen asleep.
Someone tapped you.
You didn't realize how much time had already passed. Definitely more than those measly few minutes that you spent texting and mindlessly scrolling.
After groggily blinking, your eyes trailed up to find the culprit.
Before you stood a new man.
What was once silky, smooth hair down his neck was now a sleek undercut and cropped short to his ears—just how he wanted, and you could now see his jawline and the innocent skin of his neck. He still kept his bangs, though, which were blonde and neat on his forehead.
You must've been staring too long because Armin nervously looked to the side.
His hand suddenly went up to his face, clasping around your wrist. You didn't even realize that it was there. It had just subconsciously occurred to you that you should reach up and softly intertwine your fingers with his golden locks.
You never noticed how round his cheekbones were, how softened his cheeks looked, or how much of a sharp jawline he had.
Hair really could change a person, huh.
And to your surprise, you had overlooked something even bigger than his new hair. As you followed the undercut to the curve of his ears, you narrowed your eyes at the empty space. He wasn't wearing his glasses. Nothing sat on the ridges of his ears. No thick, black-rimmed lenses around his eyes—nothing but his wispy, blonde lashes that fluttered with each blink. He must've taken them off during the haircut.
Armin seemed to have worked up a ripe, dusky blush with the way you were gently caressing him. His ears flushed a sweet shade of pink, too, just like his cheeks.
"God, you look so good." Your hand withdrew from his head. "You're really attractive, Armin."
You took one more thorough look at his face.
He looked mature.
He looked...hot.
Armin couldn’t seem to decide between meeting your eyes or looking away as you gazed at him. His face reddened when he lopsidedly smiled and squeaked out, "Thank you."
Your hand interlaced with his and you beamed brightly. "Let's go. Have you paid?"
He nodded with a smile.
Then you two were out the door, and when you looked back, his glasses were already back on.
"So...why did I have to come again?"
His eyes flitted to his hand, enclosed by yours. "Um, moral support, I guess...? I don't know. I just felt like you should be the first to see it. I wanted you to be here because it made sense with our... agreement ."
The sky had become a myriad of pretty oranges and yellows, but the blues barely peeked out from behind gray clouds. It made the sunset a little too murky, too pitiless, and too sullen for a summer evening.
"About our agreement..." By now, you two were fastened into your seats and out of the parking lot. "How did you want me to help you?"
He spared you a glance. "Truthfully, I'm not sure. I know you have experience, so however your past lovers got you to like them, apply that to me and Annie."
"So, are you and Annie close?"
"No, we're not that close."
"Do you at least talk to her like you talk to me?"
Lines between his brows formed as he drew them together, his vivid blue eyes flickering aside in confusion. "What do you mean...?"
You shook your head and dismissed him with a wave. "Nevermind."
Surprisingly, Armin didn't press on. You didn't, either. Instead, you turned to your phone.
You: on our way
It wasn't long until you reached Trost's Kitchen. It only took a couple of minutes that had passed by way too fast because you were busy jamming out to songs after he gave you the aux.
The two of you stepped out. It was warmer than you expected, especially after the comfort of the car's air conditioning, and the sunset had long faded away into the night.
You: we're here
Neither you nor Armin exchanged any words on your stroll into the restaurant and merely enjoyed the comfortable silence that you two always seemed to slip into. You were met with the shade of the portico and the chime of bells as Armin opened the door for you.
The bustle of conversation and clank of silverware greeted you at once. You briefly raked your eyes over the rows and rows of tables.
"Okay, wow, it's really busy here," you muttered.
You wanted to send one last text before you deemed yourself too clingy. By now, Eren would've already replied like he usually did on outings like these. Even if he did frequently ignore your messages, you knew that he wouldn't put his phone down until everyone had arrived.
You: please tell me you got a table for four
As soon as you sent that text, Armin nudged your shoulder.
"Y/N? Look..."
In a far corner of the dining space, you saw a woman with short, black hair that you knew all too well and a man with messily tied up brown hair that you knew even better.
Mikasa and Eren. At a two-seater table.
What was only a downward tug on your lips deepened into a frown when you watched them get touchy and enjoy themselves. Had they always been this touchy?
"Kinda looks like they're on a date," you noted.
Armin’s eyes didn’t stray from them when he asked, "You okay, Y/N?"
"Yeah. Let's just get a table."
To your luck, there weren't any available tables near them. At this rate, it'd be a miracle that you'd be seated anytime soon. With the line of people in the reception area and the rows of occupied tables, you almost considered eating somewhere else.
"You might just be overthinking it. It's okay, Y/N, I promise. It just...looks like what you think it looks like."
You gave Eren and Mikasa's general direction one more gander before you allowed Armin your full attention. "Nah, I don't think you're seeing what I'm seeing."
His lips pursed into a thin line. "No, I see. I'm sorry. Do you want to go to a different place, then? I'll pay."
You thought about the texts you had just sent. Wouldn't it be weird to just disappear? You were disappointed, but you didn't feel like interrupting the two at the table. Not that you had much of a choice, anyway—not with packed guests and the long wait.
"I don't know. We came all this way and I told Eren we'd come." you sighed. "But it's better if we find another place. We can tell the others later."
Before you, Armin extends his hand, and all it's doing is insinuating you should leave. "Okay. I'll make it up to you. Let's go, then."
He was all honeyed words and lopsided smiles, so you didn't hesitate, not even a bit, to take his hand. As you're leaving and talking, you let him draw you closer to the sound of his calming voice.
Under the ghostly evening lights of the restaurant front, you clutched onto the sleeve of Eren's sweater with your free hand as Armin pulled you away with the other.
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One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready Pt. 3 CL16 x Female!Driver!Reader
Authors note: Third and final part of my mini series, let me know how you liked it! :) I´m also open for requests :)
Warnings: SMUT, Minors dni, 18+, alcohol, rough language, unprotective sex (stay safe!)
Summary: Charles shows you how irresponsible it is to fuck around like you did
Three to get ready
One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready
You´re a Formula One driver for two years now. This season you managed to be fourth in the driver´s championship and the future was looking good for you. You were currently enjoying your winter break, decorating your new apartment in Monaco. You finally managed to get a nice place there, since most of your friends were living there.
Tonight you had nothing big planned, just a nice evening with dinner, wine and your favourite movie. Turns out, your friends had other plans. You were just about to look for recipes when the door bell rang. It was already around 9pm, who would come by now? You pressed the button of the intercom system to ask who´s there. Nowadays you couldn’t be careful enough, there were always some creeps who could find out your address. “Who is it?” you ask. “Your favourite drivers on the grid!!” you heard Lando´s voice and had to smirk. You opened the door and there they were. Charles, Lando and Max, one drunker than the other.
“Hey guys, what´s up?” you asked before they let themselves in. “We wanted to check on our favourite girl and ask her if she could make us something to eat”, Lando said and gave you a kiss on your cheek. You chuckled and shook your head. “I can´t believe you. Where have you been and why the hell did you drink so much? You smell like a bar, each of you!” You went ahead to the kitchen, deciding that you will make chicken pasta since it was easy and you knew that the boys liked it. The three of them followed you like baby ducks. “Wine!” Max shouted and you turned around. “Hands away! That´s mine and you´ve had enough!” Max pouted and sat down on your couch. You prepared three glasses of water and handed each of them one. “Drink”, you ordered and they did as they were told. “Can you make chicken pasta, y/n?” Charles asked, looking cuter than ever. All three of them looked incredibly gorgeous tonight, you had to admit. Lando´s hair was a little bit longer than usual and his curls were clearly visible. He was wearing a white button-up shirt and light-coloured pants with white sneakers. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up and you were able to see his Rolex and a few bracelets. Max was wearing a black t-shirt and a black leather jacket above it. His black jeans completed the look and due to his dark outfit his blonde hair seemed to be brighter than usual. Charles was just wearing jeans and a grey sweatshirt, but he looked tasty as always. All of them looked tasty and thousands of girls would die to have them in their living room. For you, they were just three very hot but goofy guys who you also used to work with so this wasn’t new to you. “Yeah Charlie, I can make chicken pasta”, you answered and he was happy like a child. “So, where have you been?” you asked while preparing the dinner.
Lando nipped on his water. “Well, we started at Charles´ place with some Gin Tonic and went to Fredo´s bar then”, he answered. You chuckled. Fredo´s bar was one of the most popular bars in Monaco and the barkeeper was a friend of the drivers. The fact that they were there explained while they were that drunk. Charles stood up and came towards you, while you were putting the pasta in the pot with boiling water. He wrapped his arms around your waist and you smelled his scent. The typical Charles´ scent, a little woody mixed with mint and his hair gel. The scent and his touch fogged you up a little and you closed your eyes. “You look pretty tonight, Cherie”, he whispered and Max clapped his hands. “Get a room, you two! But not until dinner´s ready!” You laughed and Charles turned away from you. “He´s right, though. You look good. What were you up to today?” Lando asked while scanning your body. Actually, you were glad that you didn’t put on your pyjamas yet how you planned it. You were home all day that´s why you were wearing grey sweatpants, a brown crop top and a white jacket. Additionally you were wearing the necklaces you always had on. “I did nothing, to be honest. Just some decorating, cleaning, unpacking”, you answered and prepared the chicken while the noodles were cooking in the pot. “I can help you if you want”, Max said and stood up from the couch, stumbling towards you. You laughed. “Please don’t! Sit down. You´re so drunk you will burn down the place”. Max pouted again but instead of sitting down he opened your fridge. “Do you have something better than water?” he asked and you chuckled. “Nothing which is not alcoholic”, you answered. “That’s fine. That´ll do”, he answered and you turned around to look what he took out the fridge. A bottle of vodka and a bottle of white wine. “Uh yeah”, Lando said and placed his sunglasses on his nose. You chuckled again but decided that you were on winter break, so why not having some fun? “Glasses are in the cupboard”, you said and Max got them out while Charles handed you your glass of wine from earlier.
The plates were empty and so were two bottles of white wine. You were all sitting on the couch, talking about something when Lando suggested to play a game. “Let´s play never have I ever! I haven’t played that in ages!” he said excited and you laughed when he grabbed the vodka bottle. “Forget it! We can´t play that with vodka, we will be in the hospital after ten questions! Let´s open another bottle of wine”. Lando wiggled his eyebrows. “Your naughty girl, it´s not my fault you have to drink for every question.” “I think she´s right”, Max interjected. “There are a lot of questions where everybody has to drink so maybe the wine is a better choice”. Lando sighed and poured each glass with the third bottle of wine, before he opened the game on his phone. He cleared his throat before reading the first question. Charles was sitting next to you, having one arm wrapped around your hip. You didn’t exactly know when the two of you have become that close but you enjoyed it way too much, you would have never asked him to stop. Besides, you two already had your moments where you almost ended up fucking in a club. It never happened, but it was obvious that you were attracted to each other. The alcohol was already befuddling your senses and you moved closer to Charles to lean on his chest.
“Okay”, Lando started. “Never ever have I gotten a speeding ticket”. All of you took a glass of your sip and you laughed. “I would like to know if there´s one racing driver without a speeding ticket”, Max said, slurring a little. “I can´t imagine Oscar driving that fast with his normal car. He´s so responsible all the time”, Lando said and you chuckled. “Okay, next question. Never ever have I made out with more than one person in one night”. You pressed your lips together, hoping that somebody would drink. Nobody did and you sighed while laying the glass on your lips. All three boys turned to you. “What the fuck? Really?” You laughed. “Relax, guys. It´s not like I fucked two guys in one night. We were playing truth or dare and I had to kiss two friends of mine”, you answered. “Naughty girl. But I knew that already”, Lando said and winked. You shushed him and gave him a slight slap on his shoulders. Nobody knew that you and Lando hooked up in a night club in Las Vegas a few months ago. It was hot, sexy and probably the best sex you´ve ever had. But it was a one time thing, exactly as the little hook up with Max in Silverstone.
But that was something neither Lando nor Charles knew of. A few months ago you almost crashed into each other in Silverstone. You managed to turn your car so that you didn’t touch and afterwards both of you needed a little break before the press conference. You bumped into each other in the room where they stored the racing suits in the paddock and there it happened. At first you felt bad, since you already hooked up with two guys from the grid but honestly, what the hell? You were single, the boys were single and you didn’t owe anyone an explanation. You were just having fun.
“Why did you shush him? Is there something we don’t know?” Charles asked while he pinched your waist a little. “Nope, nothing”, you slurred and giggled, not being able to keep the secret due to your current state of mind. “Don´t be shy, y/n. You can tell them how I ruined you in that night club in Vegas”, Lando said chuckling and finished his wine glass. “Lando shut up”, you said while hiding your face behind your hands. If you´d been less drunk you would have noticed that Charles grip around your waist got stronger. “You fucked in a night club?” Max asked laughing. “You seem to like public places, y/n”, he continued which made you blush even more. “Shut up, shut up, shut up”, you mumbled but it was too late. Lando and Max gave each other a high five, another sign of how drunk they were. “I will show you how irresponsible it is to fuck around like this”, Charles whispered in your ear, all of a sudden. You´re body reacted with goosebumps. You swallowed, hard. Before you could react to his words he stood up and pulled you with him. “Let yourself out, guys”, he said harshly while pulling you into the bedroom.
“Charles, we can´t just-“ he interrupted you by pressing his lips on yours. While kissing you, he pressed you against the door of your bedroom. “All this time I didn’t flirt with you because I thought it would be inappropriate.” His hard cock pushed against your thigh as he grabbed your waist. “You have no idea how long I wanted to make you mine, how long I´ve wanted to fuck you”. His words combined with his kisses on your neck made you dripping. You heard how somebody opened and closed the front door, showing you that Lando and Max really left the place. “Finally”, Charles whispered and grabbed the waist of your sweatpants to pull them down. His fingers went to your slip. “So fucking wet for me already”, he moaned. “If I would have known that you´re a little slut I would have marked you as mine the first day you entered the paddock”, he said, spreading kisses on your ear. You moaned, not being able to take a straight thought. His hands over your body were all you could think about. “Please, Charles”, you gasped when he slid his fingers over your clit. Without a further warning he pushed one finger inside of you, making you moan louder. Your hands ripped off his sweater, making you gaze on his trained body. You touched his shoulders and went over his abs while he was thrusting more fingers inside of you.
“Be a good girl”, he finally said and laid a hand on your head to force you to get on your knees. You knew exactly what he wanted, his demanding tone was turning you on incredibly. You pulled down his jeans and boxers and his boner was literally jumping in your face, the tip covered with pre cum. You looked up to him with wide eyes, you didn’t expect it to be that big. He petted your head before he wrapped your pony tail around his hand. You started jerking him off a little, before you licked over his tip. He let out a quiet moan. You opened your mouth, allowing him to thrust himself in it completely. “Fuck”, he gasped while moving his hips. You closed your eyes, trying to get used to his size in your mouth. After a while you started sucking him off using your hands as well as your mouth to give him ultimate pleasure. You could already feel his cock pulsating.
“Stop”, he gasped and pulled you up on your feet. He took of your jacket and the top to take a look at you. “You´re so beautiful”, he whispered, before he pushed you onto the bed. His lips striped over your knees and thighs before he kissed the spot below your lust. Your upper thighs were wet from your juice, you were literally dripping for him. He sunk his mouth into your sweet spot and you moaned. The way he slipped his tongue over your clit and added two fingers almost pushed you over the edge. “Cha-“, you gasped when you felt your climax coming closer. Your thighs were shaking and he stopped, looking up to you. “You´re not coming anywhere but on my cock, Cherie”, he said and pushed himself up, leaned his elbows on both sides next to your face and thrusted himself inside of you. A loud moan escaped your mouth and you threw your head back. “So-fucking-tight”, he moaned and his movements got faster when he got used to your tightness. Your eyes were teary and your mind foggy, you couldn’t think about anything but how much you wanted to come. “Please let me come Charles”, you begged when he rubbed your clit with his fingers. He tilted his head a little and smirked at you. “Come all over my cock, amour”. And so you did. Your legs were shaking as you finally reached your climax, your cunt clenching around his cock. “Fuck”, he gasped while coming inside of you. He rolled down of you and grabbed a tissue from the night stand to clean you up. “Finally”, you almost said at the same time and chuckled.
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Re: smoothie excerpt: pretty sure Marcel's scene in Ch. 10 shows that the only person he's lying to about meats, mouths, and total count is himself 🖤
Nathan has been around vampires too long. He knows, if two vampires wander off into a woody patch together for ten minutes, there is a 1/3 chance they're biting each other, a 1/3 chance they're having sex, and a 1/3 chance that they're doing both.
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alk do we know what type of sarkaz Manfred is I have been wondering this and if anyone would know you would, or at least have a good theory.
Oh- I actually had a theory a long time ago that he's somehow connected to the liches due to the ch 10 opening ('under manfred's tireless urging the liches have finally sent a messenger') as well as the liches all having red irises/ woody horns like manfred
also the fact that 'manfred' is a violently german name and the liches are well known to be situated in leithania
it's a theory that's disproven because the red irises were just a ryuzakichi art style quirk + manfred has no spacial warping arts that liches are known for, so unfortunately it doenst quite hold up.
canonically though, the lore book states that most sarkaz are of mixed blood, including theresa and theresis, and i think it would actually make a lot of sense thematically for manfred to be of mixed blood too.
he does like to draw a very strong line between himself and 'the relics of the court'- the story also points to kazdel moving forward with the younger generation that isn't quite focused on pure blood or anything like that
plus theresis and theresa were mixed blood as well- for a student of theresis (lmao theresis's adopted fuckin. son) to be mixed blood also adds a very strong parallel to them
HOWEVER. we can speculate what he's mixed with. again, my personal headcannon is that he has some sort of lich blood, and maybe also w*ndigo blood because of his size and horns.
He could also be part confessarius or something. Salus is related to shining and the confessarius, and she also has woody horns.
The confessarius guards have horns similar to manfred's in texture too
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Jesus or Gasoline (John Brady x OC)
Summary: Woody isn't sure what she believes in, except for the way John Brady makes her feel.
Note: Here it is, the result of my making a ‘guy who says grace before giving head’ joke about Brady. I wanna give a million thanks to all the Woody/Brady babes out there because y'all's support and enthusiasm for them means the world to me! As usual I listened to a lot of Bruce Springsteen while writing this. Do not interact if you’re under 18, terf or radfem, or post thinspo/ED content.
Word count: 3.2k
Warnings: Inevitable historical inaccuracies. This goes into Woody’s not so great childhood/young adulthood and her generally negative internalized thoughts surrounding religion. Sexually explicit content involving oral sex (f. receiving) and coming in pants.
The field behind the hangar was a questionable date spot at best, but Woody figured it was better than nothing. Secluded enough with some lighting as to not be stumbling around in the dark, but without fear of being easily identified if they got caught before they could make a break for it if needed.
Word of the late night rendezvous had come from Holly, barely able to contain her excitement at being the messenger. “Your beau wanted me to tell you to meet him tonight,” she whispered, giggling as she added, “said you’d know where.”
Woody had given Holly all of the details the night John Brady kissed her, her best friend in ecstatic disbelief that so much had happened while she and Bucky were listening to a baseball game across the way. Holly took girl code as a sacred oath, not mentioning Woody and Brady’s relationship to a soul in the week or so that had passed. John wasn’t exactly pleased when Woody let him know that she told Holly, but he supposed if Woody trusted Holly that much, he could, too.
“There you are, sweetheart,” John said, with a genuine fondness that she almost couldn’t believe was directed toward her. “Have you been waiting long?”
She shook her head, greeting him with a kiss. “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all day.”
“I brought you something,” he said, pulling a Hershey bar from his pocket.
“Don’t waste that on me, are you kidding?”
“Holly told me you give the village kids whatever candy you get, and I know ground crew doesn’t get as much in your rations as we do.”
Good ol’ Holly. “They appreciate it more than me.”
He looked at her pointedly, though eyes glistened in amusement as he half-scolded, “Don’t reject a gift, sweetheart. It’s bad manners.”
Woody fought back a smile, felt her cheeks heating up . “Thank you, Johnny. You’re real sweet.” Gave him a kiss on the cheek and squeezed his forearm. “Can we at least split it?”
“I won’t say no to that.”
The grass was damp from the late afternoon rain. She was glad she thought to grab an old blanket, worn out and smelled faintly of fuel, but it’d do.
He split the bar in two, handing the bigger half to her. She took a bite, surprised to find herself feeling a wistful melancholy for the states at the taste of it. Wasn’t sure she ever felt homesick before, but there was a first time for everything. Like John laying out on the blanket, resting his head in her lap.
“Comfortable?” she asked with a laugh.
“Great view from here.”
“Glad to hear it.”
“You know, I’ve been dying to ask you this ever since I met you,” he began, giving her pause at the seemingly endless possible questions he could hit her with. “Do you really like being called ‘Woody’?”
She nodded, stroking his hair, taking in how relaxed he looked. “Yeah, I really do. It’s been nice to leave ‘Kate’ behind and start fresh.”
“So your first name is just Kate?”
“Shows you how much thought my parents put into it.”
“See, I wanna know more about you.”
“What do you mean?”
“We talk a good deal, but I don’t know much about your life before all of this.”
“I don’t have anything nostalgic or good to tell you, especially not about me. I’m ashamed of who I was before. I’m trying to be better, John. I really am. I don’t—I don’t hang around people who have nothing going for them.”
People like how she used to be. The backstreets burst at the seams with them. Children of neglect, of the Depression, of something wild otherwise running through their veins. They made their homes where they could. Guys who rode around on streaks of lightning, spewing pure gasoline from snarled lips on each of those hilly avenues until they were wrangled in the back of cherry-topped police cars. Girls who should’ve known better drank empty promises out of broken glasses, handed to them by the constantly circling shark-men. Kate learned quickly not to get attached to anyone. They looked out for each other, but they weren’t friends. There was a difference.
“I got an older brother named Tom. Last I heard he was in jail for holding up a liquor store,” she said. “I haven’t seen him since I was eleven, though. That’s when I really started looking after myself.”
“Eleven is pretty young to be on your own,” he said, taking her hand from his hair and holding it in his own, intertwining their fingers.
“What were you doing when you were eleven?”
He shrugged. “Rode bikes around with my friends. Started learning saxophone. I was an altar boy, too.”
“So your family went to mass a lot when you were growing up?”
“Every Sunday that we could. I remember my mom waking us up to go even when we had to walk through a foot of snow to get there because the roads hadn't been cleared yet,” he said, his voice growing softer as he spoke. “Doesn’t seem all that bad, now. Maybe it—it helped some.”
Woody had seen John make the sign of the cross dozens of times. Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Remembered the first time she watched him among the other Catholic guys in the 100th, crowded around the chaplain for his makeshift blessing on the tarmac before their missions. Devotion ran exceptionally high then, men suddenly armed with a rainbow of beaded rosaries and holy cards adorned with saints whose weary eyes gazed upward, where those men were soon to be. Their heads bowed in silent contemplation as the priest concluded in Latin, John’s mouth moving along with sed libera nos a malo. But deliver us from evil.
A handsome face like his deserved half a dozen kids with names like Mary and Francis who filed neatly into a pew with their shiny patent shoes and a big family meal to look forward to after mass. Kids who gave the likes of her odd looks when she shuffled into church for whatever lunch the nuns were dishing out that afternoon. Always dressed in her Sunday worst—ill-fitting blouses and holey shoes until she ditched their charity and decided she was better off raising hell in denim jeans. God loved everyone, and his love was unconditional, but no one wanted to say he loved some people more than others, and Kate was pretty low on his list.
After all, Kate Woodward was born without a middle name on a Wednesday morning that even god himself forgot about. Didn’t know what the weather had been like the first time she breathed in the air of her home city, but she was sure it felt like a kick in the chest. Probably why babies cried when they made their grand escape from the womb.
Hardly raised in the first place, Kate had little faith in god or man, just in the machines she could bend to her will until they gave her freedom to go wherever she pleased. But her freedom had gnashing teeth and a forked tongue that were never satisfied, no matter how many vices she fed it, and she was nothing short of gluttonous in this endeavor.
Tried and true, the one she had the hardest time shaking—sticky fingers. If Kate saw something she liked, she took it. From drug store shelves to purses to wallets, nothing was off limits. As time went on, her spoils only got bigger and better, linking up with people who taught her how to steal cars like riding a bike. She had yet to find a replacement for that particular thrill, but her self-control had markedly improved in a little over two years.
Then there were men with hacksaw smiles that threatened to cut her open if she got as close as they wanted her to. Thunderous voices that cracked with rage when she’d shove the smoldering cherry tip of her cigarette into a hand that got too close for comfort. None of them were any good, not like the man with his head in her lap, who brought her chocolate rations and listened intently to her, even as her voice shook with trepidation at bearing so much of her heart.
Woody hummed, her fingers trembling as she traced the features on his face—his expressive brows, the nose that gave him a profile she could hardly tear her eyes from, lips she dreamed about since the night he first kissed her and every time since. Besides the power of a well-maintained engine, she believed in the way she felt about John.
“I was lonely and angry,” she murmured after relaying her patchwork of regrets and fears to him. “I made a lot of mistakes because of that. It’s not an excuse. But I wanna be honest with you so you can still change your mind about me if you want to. I understand if you do.”
“There’s nothing to change my mind about, sweetheart. I want to be with you,” he said, conviction strong in his voice as he sat up.
“I’m not a virgin,” she stressed.
He shook his head. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I would’ve been surprised if you were.”
“Well, I didn’t love any of them—four guys in total, mind you—and it’s not like I got anything out of it, either.” She sighed. “I don’t know if that makes it better or worse.”
Crushes were for girls who lived in nice houses and wrote hearts above their i’s. Desire ran hot, expressed in glances made with hooded lids beneath buzzing neon lights that left a thousand things unsaid. But after that handful of physically underwhelming experiences which ended up being far more trouble than they were worth, she came to the conclusion that she was better suited to get her own rocks off.
“Got what out of it?” he asked.
She chewed on her lip. The only sin out there was getting caught, and Kate Woodward never got caught. Woody chose to confess. “I had to get to the good part myself.”
“That’s unacceptable.”
Her heart sank. “I haven’t done it in—“
“Those selfish bastards never made you come?”
“Not one.”
“In that case, I’d be glad to be your first.”
“I want you to be,” she said, leaning back on her hands in the dewey grass, spreading her coverall-clad legs apart. “I wanna do everything with you.”
He placed his hand on her thigh, his fingers playing with the inner hem of her coveralls. “Tell me how you want it, sweetheart.”
“I want your mouth.” Truthfully, she’d never had a guy go down on her before. Heard about it from other girls, wild ones out in the desert. A few others as she got to know the first group of WAAC girls she bunked with after enlisting. Even from Holly, as apparently Stan had been generous and enthusiastic about that aspect of their sex life. Stan, Stan, what a man, the girls would tease about Holly’s fiance before he was dearly departed.
The corners of John’s lips twitched up as he brought his fingers further along the hem, inching closer to her covered sex. “Never had a girl ask me to do that before.”
“You really don’t mind?”
“Why would I?”
She hesitated, averting her eyes from him. “A lot of guys think it’s gross.”
“I think I should decide for myself, don’t you?” He cupped her chin, caressing her jaw with his thumb. “Look at me, sweetheart. What do you want me to do?”
Upon returning her gaze to his, she found no judgment behind his eyes, but a passionate sincerity.
“I want you to go down on me,” she said.
She studied him as he watched her. His pretty lips parted slightly, drinking her in as more of her body was exposed. It wasn’t a strip tease, nothing sexy about the way she pulled her arms out from the sleeves and yanked her coveralls down to her knees, finally kicking them to her ankles and off entirely. Sat before him in her white t-shirt, plain underwear, and boots, almost boyish if not for her breasts, low on her chest, nipples poking through the fabric.
“Are you wearing a bra?” He sounded breathless, almost as if he couldn’t believe he was even asking.
“No,” she said, her lips curving into a smile, letting him in on another secret. “I always take it off at the end of the day. Don’t tell anyone.”
As if the other girls didn’t know, with some degree of judgment along with their understanding that the damn thing got uncomfortable, could chafe with all the work they were doing, the sweat and friction. It wasn’t like anyone could really tell beneath the other layers, anyway. But anyone meant anyone of the male persuasion, and with that, John dutifully shook his head.
His lips were on hers in an instant, a hand on her waist, the other shoved up her shirt, squeezing her breasts. She gasped at the way his rough palm felt against her nipple, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue in her mouth. Her moans were lost to the world, claimed by him and him alone. He straddled her lap, keeping her in place beneath him.
John moved his hand from her waist to between her legs, rubbing her already wet pussy through her underwear. Her lips were undoubtedly swollen from the ferocity with which he kissed her. A delicious shiver ran down her spine at the thought of how it’d feel against her cunt.
He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties, and she lifted her hips, allowing him to pull them off of her. Bringing up her knees, she felt a burst of adrenaline rush through her at being so exposed to him.
“You need to tell me how I’m doing, alright? I wanna make sure you feel good,” he said.
“Yeah, yeah, okay,” she mumbled, almost dizzy with desire as he lowered his face between her legs.
His hot breath on her cunt, lips brushing against her folds. She strained to hear… whispering?
“Johnny?” she asked after a few moments of aching anticipation. “Baby, if you don’t wanna— Jesus Christ,” she choked out. Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and all the rest of them.
His tongue lapped at her clit, eyes looking up at her for approval. With a shaky nod, she bid him to continue, biting her lip as to stifle the whine that threatened to escape her mouth. A noble attempt, but fruitless when he licked up her pussy with the flat of his tongue, pulling a moan from deep in her chest. Her heart was beating between her legs.
Woody could make herself feel pretty damn good on her own. She lifted a dirty magazine from a guy in Reno once. Had pictures and everything, though she wasn’t sure how real it all was. She’d look at the pictures, tongue between her lips and hand between her thighs as she imagined herself in those women’s places, feeling the ecstasy written all over their expressive faces with their typically faceless partners. From there, she’d get creative, allowing her mind to conjure up a man who, behind her closed eyes, could bring her to orgasm. Even in her wildest fantasies, she never thought she’d find one who’d actually want to bury his face in her pussy.
Fuck, if she couldn’t feel John’s fingers digging into her thighs, she would’ve almost thought she was dreaming. She grabbed his hair, pressing his face harder against her cunt. He was giving so much, and she’d take all of it, greedy with the pleasure he offered her.
He slid two fingers inside her pussy, slowly enough to see how she’d take it before pumping them in and out at a quicker pace. Used his other hand to hold her down when her hips jerked up in his face, like her muscles had a mind of their own, hellbent on reaching an orgasm. Hell, so was she.
“Just like that— fuck,” she rasped, her nails scraping against his scalp.
She nearly wanted to ask if he’d been lying, if he had gone down on a girl before. He at least had enough experience to know where her fucking clit was, but his mouth. Jesus, how could he expect her to go to the officer’s club and watch him play saxophone after this? As if she wouldn’t be sitting there, skin feverish, thighs pressed together, thinking about his mouth and his fingers in that moment. The way his teeth grazed against her clit, making her pussy clench around his fingers. The way it almost felt like he was making out with her cunt. Their eyes would meet, and he’d know, maybe have a little smirk on his face up there, too. An obscene secret privately shared amidst dozens of other people who’d be none the wiser.
“Don’t stop,” She was so close it almost hurt, wound up tight and pulsing in her gut, waiting to be released. “Please don’t stop.” Hot tears rolled freely down her cheeks. Her chest felt like it was on the verge of bursting open. Between a fistful of grass and a hand buried in his hair, she cried out his name like a vulgar prayer in the night as her orgasm rocked through her.
A universe of stars burst across her abdomen, white-hot supernova tearing through her muscles, blinding her from anything but the pleasure that pulsed from her pussy. She finally came down from it, covered in sweat, chest heaving, a wild-eyed woman as John pushed himself back up on unsteady arms.
She grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer so he was straddling her lap. Took in his mussed up hair and the way his lips glistened with the traces of her still on them. She kissed him, a muffled moan in her throat at the taste of herself on this tongue.
She wanted him. More of him. Everything he had to give. Wasn’t sure it’d be enough to sate her need, but damn if she couldn’t try.
“Johnny, can’t we just do it?” she pleaded, her voice a girlish whine that sounded otherwise foreign coming from her as she desperately pawed at him.
“Next time,” he whispered. “Next time, sweetheart, I promise.” Grazed his teeth against her hummingbird pulse. “I didn’t bring a condom.”
“But what about you?” she pressed, reaching for his crotch. “You must be—“
He shook his head, cheeks flushed as he licked his lips. “I got carried away, sweetheart. I, uh—I’m good.”
She slipped her hand down his pants, feeling the sticky evidence of his orgasm for herself. Her fingertips brushed the sensitive head of his spent cock, sending a shiver down his spine. Was he good, though? He groaned. No wonder Douglass kept so many goddamn rubbers in his footlocker.
“Next time,” he repeated, voice strained and husky in a horrific display of self-control. He nearly regretted it when she pulled her hand away, feeling something sinful stir in his gut as she inspected her hand, finally bringing it to her mouth and licking the residue off her knuckles with a feline-esque curl of her tongue.
“Just say the word, Johnny. Whenever you want me to return the favor, I’ll drop everything for you.”
He swallowed roughly. She meant it.
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Chapter 7: Distress
Ch. 6 < Series Masterlist > Ch. 8
Warnings: NON-CON. It doesnt go all the way, but if you'd rather avoid it, skip the section between these lines **********
Summary: Canary gets a taste of what's coming to her if she doesn't find a way out.
Do not read if you're under 18. This work contains mature and triggering themes.
Word count: 3100~
Canary began stirring awake soon after they had arrived at the new location. Her sight was blurry and her head pounded like she had stuck her head in front of a jumbo jet turbine at full speed. She was swinging a little as she was being carried like a sack of potatoes, the smell of fresh, open air a short blessing before being replaced by the musty, woody smell of her new enclosure. Judging by the ground both outside and inside the building, and the strong scent of the forest permeating everything, she guessed it was a log cabin, somewhere in the woods.
When she was finally laid down, her head started spinning again, and a weak groan escaped her lips in complaint. Her stomach felt like it had melted along with the rest of her inner organs, and everything inside of her was just a slush waiting to be expelled.She was laying on her side, and when she tried to shift, she found her body stiff as a rock, and the familiar sensation that it didn’t belong to her.
She tried looking at the space around her, but it all looked like muddy colors to her. She still managed to see that they were in a single-room cabin, with one door at the front and one at the back, which she supposed was the bathroom. There was a window above the bed she was laying on, and a kitchenette opposite her.
The dizziness eventually became too much for her and she shut her eyes tightly. She tried to take deeper breaths to keep her nausea at bay, swallowing a whimper at her aching lungs. She focused her drowsy senses into the sounds, trying to piece together her current situation.
As soon as Charlie had set her down in the bed, he grabbed a chair at the foot of the bed and sat on it, lighting a cigarette and casting a glance at her feet. He realized that the burns he had made before were healing faster than he expected, and would soon have to refresh them. They couldn't take chances on her trying to run away until the transaction had been completed.
Alan stood by the door, staring at Canary for a bit longer, before turning back and walking to the van, where Luke still sat.
"Get a new vehicle, and get rid of this one," he instructed, his voice much calmer than the previous day. Luke nodded slowly, noticing the bags under his eyes. Alan searched into his wallet and handed him a handful of bills, "then stop by a gas station or a convenience store, get us some food and water."
"For the girl too?" Luke raised his eyebrow, stuffing the bills in the inside pocket of his jacket.
"Yeah," Alan sighed and licked his lips, and Luke unknowingly imitated him licking his own, "we have to at least keep her alive, and she hasn't eaten or drank anything since we picked her up. Make sure her meal is tightly packed, she looks smart enough to not eat anything she suspects was tampered with."
Luke nodded and started the engine again, the van rumbling to life. He leaned his arm on the open window, and almost flinched when Alan placed his hand on his forearm, leaning closer to the door. Luke looked at him expectantly, hoping the flush in his cheekbones could pass for a reaction to the early morning chill.
"Be very careful, Luke," Alan grumbled, his eyes boring into the driver's.
Luke let out a shaky breath as he placed his other hand on top of Alan's, giving his knuckles a discreet stroke. "I will, don't worry." He shot him a dazzling smile, and Alan stood there for a couple more seconds than necessary staring at it before squeezing his arm and finally letting go.
From where Charlie was sitting, he had a direct view of the two men outside. He noticed how closely they talked to each other, and a chuckle rumbled in his chest as he told a slow drag of his cig. "...Those two should just kiss already." He said to no one in particular, shaking his head with a fond smile on his lips.
He watched as the van left down the rocky road, and Alan walked back into the cabin and shut the door behind himself. He looked exhausted, and Charlie couldn't really blame him. Nothing he had planned had gone according to plan. He felt a pang of guilt in his gut, knowing that it was partially his fault. Alan had always been the one to plan their operations, and so far he had managed to keep them out of trouble.
But now they were, and all because he lost a stupid dart.
Charlie extended his arm to Alan, silently offering him the cigarette pack. Alan took it immediately, lighting a stick before handing him the pack again. This alarmed Charlie even more - Alan rarely ever smoked. He watched as the taller man took a slow drag of his cig before clearing his throat. “So, now what?”
Alan leaned back his head, staring at the ceiling as the cigarette dangled dangerously in his long fingers. There had been too many setbacks in this operation, and he wondered if he had been losing his touch. The fact that Charlie was still asking him what to do brought a glimmer of hope, knowing that the man still trusted his judgment. He pondered for a few more seconds, before taking his phone and glancing at something on the screen.
“Well, we won’t have time to make a video,” he finally spoke, sounding more tired than he intended, “we’ll have to do with a few photos once the sun comes out - the lighting here is shit.” He shook the ash from his cigarette before taking another slow drag, “I’ll have to walk back to the road to send it, I barely have any service here. And once Luke is back and we’ve eaten something, I’ll go again and wait for a confirmation from our buyer.”
Charlie nodded and stared at Alan, as he leaned his head back again against the wall and shut his eyes. Charlie had managed to nod off during the trip while he was in the back of the van, but Alan and Luke hadn’t had that luxury. He licked his chapped lips in thought, before breaking the silence once again, “You should try and get some sleep,” Alan made a noncommittal grunt, and Charlie continued, “both Luke and I need you and your brain fresh and rested, after all.”
Alan couldn’t help but snort a laugh - Charlie was concerned for him? Now that was news. He finished his cigarette and stomped on the stub, before getting more comfortable on his chair. “...Wake me when the sun comes out.”
Charlie smirked and took a drag of his almost forgotten cig, “You got it, boss.” She glanced over at the woman sleeping on the bed, taking a long look at the curves of her body. Her clothed breasts, half-squished against the mattress. Perhaps if he was quiet…
Canary found the silence unnerving, as the minutes slowly passed after Blondie had apparently fallen asleep. She tried not to think too much of her thundering heart as she processed the information she had just learned.
They had a buyer for whom they created videos or photographs, as a catalog, and later would sell the girls to. And she was their newly acquired product.
A chill ran down her spine, knowing that it would be only a matter of time until she had no chance of escaping at all. She suppressed a nauseous shiver while wishing there was a way to wrest the effects of the drug away from her mind and body.
Her eyes slowly peeled open, and she noticed Blondie dozing off on the chair across from her. She wondered where Baldie was, when a calloused hand clamped down on her mouth, effectively muffling her and filling her with terror at the same time. A sharp edge pressed against her throat, making her freeze in her struggle.
“If you’re a good girl and stay quiet,” Charlie growled in her ear, licking her earlobe in the process, “you won’t get hurt at all.”
Bullshit, Canary thought, and weighed her options in her mind. If she tried to take a bite of his hand, he could use the knife against her throat. And he had apparently killed another woman before her. She wouldn’t be able to fight him, given the fact that the drug still ran through her veins and he was - at the moment - much stronger than her physically. Her arms - which were still tied up behind her back - and legs felt like they were filled with lead, and even if she somehow managed to push him off, she wouldn’t be able to get away quickly enough. Besides, any struggle could wake Blondie up, and he may decide to join Baldie.
With the sudden realization that there was no way out, the weight of her powerlessness hurt in her chest. She tried to blink away the angry tears pooling in her eyes, as she felt Baldie’s body pressure against her and manhandling her until she was laying flat on her stomach. The hand that was once on her mouth moved to the back of her head, fisting the roots of her hair in a tight grip and pushing her face into the mattress.
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The new pressure on her face, added to the stiffness of her diaphragm due to the drugs, and the terror of the situation she was in, carried her into hyperventilation, trying to get any amount of oxygen into her system to keep her mind awake. Her chest heaved under her as her tears streamed freely out of her eyes, feeling the dangerous pressure of the knife slowly move from the side of her neck to the back.
Baldie playfully ran the hilt of the knife over the skin of her nape and the prominence caused by her column, enjoying the fearful shiver that produced in the woman beneath him. He hooked the knife under the neck of her sweatshirt and hoodie, pulling back and tearing the clothes, exposing her back now only covered by her sports bra.
He felt himself grow hard at the sight of the expanse of skin before his eyes, and he pressed his clothed erection against her ass, relishing on the way she tensed up at the contact. “Such a pretty thing,” he grumbled, leaning down once again and licking a long stripe from the top of her bra to her nape, finally moving to the juncture between her neck and shoulder, biting down with a growl, “and all mine,” he gripped her hair tighter as she tried to shake him off, the mattress muffling her whimpers, “for now, at least.”
He let out a dark chuckle, as the hand that previously held the knife left it aside and stroked her back. She flinched at the contact, her panting growing heavier in her panic as it slid down her side and snuck under her bra, groping her breast harshly.
Canary’s face scrunched up, her entire nerves fraying at the constant mixture of disgust, fear, and rage swirling through her. Her thoughts swam in all directions as she felt that she was losing a battle she had never had a chance to win in the beginning.
DON’T TOUCH ME. LEAVE ME ALONE. STOP FUCKING TOUCHING ME. I’LL DESTROY YOU. SOMEONE FIND ME, PLEASE! STOP TOUCHING ME. I’LL KILL YOU, I’LL KILL YOU! GET OFF ME. GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME. SIMON,, JOHNNY, PLEASE! I’LL FUCKING TEAR YOUR HANDS OFF. NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO. STOP STOP STOP STO-
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“Charlie,” Alan’s voice was stern and throaty, and Charlie stopped touching her with a startle, yet Canary couldn’t relax, still squirming under the man, “I told you to wake me when the sun came out.”
Charlie looked up to the window, seeing that the sun had indeed come up. He leaned away from the woman, still holding her head down into the mattress as he threw a little grin at the other man, “Sorry, got distracted.”
“Yeah, I can see that,” Alan grumbled as he stretched his arms over his head with a grunt, and took his smartphone to open the camera feature, “sit her up, I’ll take some photos.”
Charlie smirked and pulled her up by her hair, chuckling at the little yelp she couldn’t hold back. She tried to jerk her head away but he held her tightly in place. He manhandled her into sitting up, the bedsheets wrinkling beneath her as she struggled - and failed - to make her legs move.
Alan stepped closer, focusing the phone on her face. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the hateful glare she sent him, with her swollen eyes and her face red from shame, anger, and the friction against the mattress. She was still panting and shivering, but he had a feeling that if she were in any better condition, she would go for his throat. “Smile, sweetheart,” he cooed as the flash from the camera blinded her momentarily. He took a couple more photos, before pocketing his phone and heading to the door. “I’m going to send the photos to the buyer and be right back. Make yourself useful and get us something to eat ready,” and with that, he left, shutting the door behind him.
Charlie grumbled something under his breath and let Canary flop back down on the bed, and walked towards the small kitchenette, searching through the cabinets for something that was hopefully not expired.
The cabin was left silent except for his rummaging and Canary’s heaving sounds, as she focused on keeping her sobs in - she would not give that man the satisfaction of breaking down any further. She forced herself to lay on her side, keeping her exposed back out of his sight and closer to the wall behind her. It may have been just willful thinking, but the feeling of the wall behind her gave her security, and little by little her panting slowed down.
As she settled again and her panicked state subsided, she noticed a hardness under the wrinkled sheets, digging into her waist from beneath her. Slowly, she wiggled herself until her fingers brushed against the object, and after a few seconds, her eyes widened in recognition.
The knife.
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Officer Ryan Johansson was off duty, and he hated every minute of it. He despised himself for having pulled an extra shift the previous day to get a day off that day. He would have a lunch date with his fianceé's parents later that day, and so he had arranged with another officer to switch shifts.
He loved Darla with his whole heart, marrying her was possibly the best thing that would ever happen to him in his life. But Melanie Kirk had been his best friend since the academy. Losing her in such a violent way left a mark in the entire station, but it left an abyss in him. A dull emptiness that he knew would hardly ever be filled with something else.
Ryan had been at the crash site, but was not allowed to get any close to the car - although everyone knew they were two peas in a pod, him getting close would have only interfered with everyone else’s job. He had also offered himself to go with detective Hartford to visit her family to deliver the news. He was a familiar face to the couple just like the detective, and he held Melanie’s sister, Ruth, while she crumbled in her grief.
His double shift had ended at midnight, but only once he had gotten home to Darla and shared the news with her he allowed himself to break down. She comforted him through the night, and even offered to reschedule the lunch with her parents. But Ryan had already gotten the word from higher up that he would not be given more shifts until the next day.
The fact that he would not be able to participate in the search for the van and the men who killed his best friend for a whole day drove him crazy. His blood boiled at the thought that Melanie had attempted to aid in the rescue of a woman who was in grave danger, and was killed for it.
He still remembered the way he had teased her when she had joined the evidence department instead of the active patrol like him.
“Well, since evidence guys don't tend to get in the line of fire, I won’t have to worry about your safety, Mels.”
Utter. Fucking. Bullshit.
As the sun rose in the horizon, and he hadn’t been able to sleep a wink, too deep in his thoughts, he decided to go for a ride to clear his mind. His body was still pumping angry adrenaline, and he desperately needed a release.
He was never one for speeding, as it didn’t tickle his brain like a long ride. Riding his bike had always been therapeutic for him. His biggest decisions were thought over and over during long rides through the forests or the countryside. On his bike he had decided to join the police instead of studying finance. On his bike he had pumped himself up before asking Darla on a date. On his bike he had decided to finally cut contact with his childhood friend.
The rumbling of his bike as it took him through the mostly empty streets brought him to a state of calmness he hadn’t felt in hours. Deeply inhaling the early morning chilly air, Ryan was able to empty his mind and feel the mental exhaustion slowly drift away. The rage he felt hours prior was replaced with determination.
Ryan silently promised Melanie he would do his very best to help solve her murder.
He took a turn to head back to the suburbs, eager to get home and get at least a few hours of sleep, when he noticed something that made the hairs at the back of his neck stand up.
A gray van with the license plate he had memorized the day prior was driving right in front of him, just a few meters away.
His heart pounded wildly against his ribcage and his mouth dried up. A feeble thought assaulted him, grateful for not having his reglementary weapon on him - he was ready to commit murder himself. He was sure Darla would forgive him. But it would not help Melanie, or the missing woman if he just went and killed whoever was in that van.
Instead, Ryan stilled himself with a deep breath, and spoke loudly into his earpiece.
“Siri, call ‘police dispatcher’”.
A/N: I wish I could tell you that Canary's suffering ends here...
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Once Upon a Pixar (2026)
Hello. It's me, and this is the Pixar version of Once Upon a Studio called Once Upon a Pixar.
(The film opens with the headquarters at Pixar as the employees leave for the day.)
Pixar Intern: It's so incredible to think that George Lucas started Pixar back in 1979 until it was founded by Steve Jobs in 1986 40 years ago today. To think of all those talented animators and unforgettable characters who have been a part of the studio over the years.
Pete Docter: Yep. (as he and the intern turn around one last time) If the characters could talk to each other.
(Pete Docter and the intern leave as the door closes while the title comes up: "Once Upon a Pixar". The camera zooms into a photo picture of Woody, Jessie and Bullseye running on a record player. Woody glances back as everything seems quiet in the lobby.)
Woody: Psst! Atta. Princess Atta. You there?
(Princess Atta flies into the lobby and over to his picture.)
Woody: Is that it? They all gone?
Princess Atta: Yep, they're all gone.
Woody: Yee-haw! (he, Jessie and Bullseye leap out of the picture) Come on, Jessie, this is it.
Jessie: Let's get everyone. Yodel-ay-hee-hoo!
Joy: (gasps) There's the signal! All right, everyone! (she, Sadness, Anger, Fear, and Disgust jump out of their production cell) It's picture time!
Elio Silos: That's tonight?
Joy: That's now.
Ember Lumen: The 40-year group photo. (she and Wade jump out of their production cell as well) And the sun's going down. Come on, Wade, let's feel the burn!
Wade Ripple: Ooh, a fire pun. (chuckles) Got to like that.
(Suddenly, Arlo and Spot come out of their production cell as Wade gasps and goes against the wall.)
Arlo: (chuckles nervously) Sorry.
Woody: Picture time, gang!
Mei Lee: (chuckles) Okay, here we come!
(Mei Lee, Miriam, Abby, Priya and Tyler jump out of their production cell while they laugh.)
Abby: Wake up, everyone!
(The Oozma Kappa come out of their production cell as Squishy yells while Russell, Carl and Dug walk down the hallway.)
Russell: Whoa!
Dug: Awesome!
Russell: Oh, Mr. Lightyear! Get the folks upstairs!
Buzz Lightyear: Roger that, Russell. To infinity and beyond!
(Buzz Lightyear flies upstairs as Lightning McQueen drives happily down the hall with Mater.)
Mater: Yee-haw!
Merida: (jumps out of her production cell) It's picture time! (runs to the lobby) We're meeting at the lobby!
Flik: Okay! See you there!
(Miguel Rivera and Riley Andersen ride on Dim as Dim flies to the lobby.)
Miguel Rivera: (hollers)
(Francis gives a fun ride to Dash Parr.)
Dash Parr: Whoa! Higher! (laughs)
(Francis chuckles as Remy and Emile slide down the stairs as Luca Paguro lands on the floor and sighs as he catches Nemo.)
Nemo: Water.
Luca Paguro: (shudders and rushes to the counter)
P.T. Flea: No, no, no, there's no time for snacks!
Luca Paguro: Uh, Andy! A little help here?
Andy Davis: Oh, uh, let me see here. There we go, a nice bucket of water.
(Luca Paguro dunks Nemo to a bucket of water.)
Nemo: (grunts)
Linguini: (chuckles) Oh, waiter! There's a fish in the bucket! (laughs)
(Ernesto de la Cruz tries to get candy from the vending machine while he curses in Spanish as Mr. Incredible and Frozone walk down the hall.)
Mr. Incredible: Yikes! Do you think all the villains might catch up?
Frozone: Hmm. (freezes Syndrome in his frame) Not all.
Syndrome: (strains)
(Rex goes to the elevator with Imelda Rivera, Manticore, Ian, Barley and Laurel Lightfoot.)
Imelda Rivera: Going down?
Roz: Hold the elevator. I'm going to the lobby.
Rex: Huh? Oh, you've got to be joking.
(Joe Gardner hums to "Put On Your Sunday Clothes" while he draws Hector Rivera.)
Brook Ripple: Hey, black man. Shake a leg, will ya?
Joe Gardner: The leg won't make a difference, it's all in the wrist.
(Hector Rivera bursts out of the drawing as Joe Gardner shrieks in surprise.)
Hector Rivera: Ay! I haven't seen a fall like that since Spain. (fixes the chair) Oh! Much better.
(At the men's room, Hopper, 4*Town and Chef Skinner freshen up as Chef Skinner blows a kiss and chuckles. Suddenly, Tuck and Roll appear in front of his eyes, laughing, as Jessie opens the door.)
Jessie: Let's move it, gentlemen!
(While Lorenzo Paguro tries to free his wife Daniela Paguro from her picture, Giulia Marcovaldo walk with Buster, Mr. Mittens, Larry and Machivelli.)
Giulia Marcovaldo: Uh-huh. Meeting at the lobby. Don't eat the rats.
(Scud tries to eat Remy and Emile but Dante pops up and scares Scud away, thus saving the rats' lives. While Izzy and her team walk by, Mei Lee and her friends watch a cartoon on a TV.)
Izzy Hawthorne: Come on, everyone, you're gonna have nightmares.
(Zurg pops out of the TV and scares Mei Lee and her friends away, laughing. Back at the elevator, Roz makes it in time.)
Roz: Thanks very much for holding the elevator.
Rex: (groans)
Evelyn Deavor: I'm also going to the lobby as well.
Rex: Huh? Oh, come on!
(While M-O is being followed and annoyed by Dot, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson follow down the stairs, where Mr. Anderson is the one to drop his wallet and they laugh. Buster picks up the wallet and runs off with it.)
Mr. Anderson: Hey, Buster! Andy, get your dog!
(Woody follows up the stairs as he looks amused when he sees Underminer leading Colette Tatou with his hypnosis watch.)
Woody: Underminer? Underminer! You-- You stop that now, Underminer!
Rosie: Don't worry, Woody. (chuckles) I got this.
(Rosie hits Underminer offscreen unconsciously.)
Woody: Huh. (gasps) Wow.
(Woody looks up at photographs of John Lasseter, Andrew Stanton, Pete Docter, Lee Unkrich and Joe Ranft while he takes his hat off.)
Buzz Lightyear: Oh, Woody, where are you? We're at the lobby!
Woody: (chuckles) Got to go, but thanks. (puts his hat back on) On with the show.
(At the lobby, Woody rides on WALL-E with a fire extinguisher)
Woody: Yee-haw!
Mike Wazowski: Coast is clear, Sheriff.
Woody: Great! (holds the door open) Right this way, everybody.
(Sulley bumps into the door.)
Woody: Oh! Sulley, are you okay?
James P. Sullivan: (grunts) Never better, Eastwood. (accidentally trips the trash can)
Stinky Pete: I knew I'm surrounded by... (gets startled by Slim who rides on EVE) Idiots!
Slim: Tallyho! Whee! I'll show you the world! (laughs)
Woody: Oh, great, the ladder.
(Buzz sets the ladder while he hums.)
Mr. Dicker: Every time it gets hard. Money, money, money.
Woody: All right, everyone. Get-- Get together now. (to Tinny) Oh. After you, Tinny.
Emile: Oh. Pardon me.
Francis: (holds up a camera) Here's the camera, Lightyear.
Buzz Lightyear: (takes a camera and chuckles) Thanks, Francis. (climbs up the ladder)
Woody: Buzz, be careful!
Buzz Lightyear: (makes it to the top) All right, now where's the timer button?
Molt: Oh, oh! Three, two, one! (Randall Boggs grins)
(Buzz accidentally falls off while he screams and breaks the camera. As Buster walks to the broken camera, Buzz recognizes it.)
Andy Davis: Come on, Buster. (Buster runs back to Andy)
Buzz Lightyear: Huh? Oh, no. It's ruined.
Anger: Well, that was fun!
Sadness: Maybe we can try again in another forty years.
(The characters sigh disappointedly and are about to leave.)
Woody: Oh, no, no, wait. Come back. It-- It-- It'll be fine. It'll be...
(Just as the characters are about to leave, Randy Newman appears from nowhere while he plays "You've Got a Friend in Me" on piano with his orchestra.)
Randy Newman: ♪ You've got a friend in me ♪
♪ You've got a friend in me ♪
♪ When the road looks rough ahead ♪
♪ And you're miles and miles from your nice warm bed ♪
Hopper: I knew this was gonna happen.
Randy Newman: ♪ You just remember what your old pal said ♪
♪ Boy, you've got a friend in me ♪
♪ Yeah, you've got a friend in me ♪
(While the song goes on, Mr. Incredible fixes the camera as Buzz looks excited and Sulley puts the ladder back in position. Manny and Gipsy lift Buzz to help him up as Buzz sets the camera up for the photo.)
♪ Some other folks might be ♪
♪ A little bit smarter than I am ♪
♪ Bigger and stronger too, maybe ♪
♪ But none of them will ever love you ♪
♪ The way I do, it's me and you, boy ♪
♪ And as the years go by ♪
♪ Our friendship will never die ♪
♪ You're gonna see it's our destiny ♪
All: ♪ You've got a friend in me ♪
♪ You've got a friend in me ♪
♪ You've got a friend in me ♪
(The camera flashes as the group photo in the Pixar hall is taken, and the short ends with a text "To the animators, directors and crew of Pixar who worked for 40 years on movies and short films, Thank You." and then the song ends.)
Well, I think this is the transcript. I hope you like it. I also hope Pixar does a new short film like Once Upon a Studio did. Have a Happy New Year.
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"Likes Ya So Much"
And here's my animation of @latetothegameds "Smoke and Mirrors" latest chapter (Ch 18) Hope you like it!!
Of course I had to do something stupid but I, literally, I stopped reading right here and couldn't continue till I finished animating 2 days later. . . I've no idea how I worked on this so fast. . .
Like, it's not perfect by any means but damn. . . I impressed myself
And now. . . what should be the next animation I'll torture myself with. . .?
btw, it was a torture trying to find Woodie's were-goose sound effects so I played my first run with him just to record the noises hahaha
I hate run cycles
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Fantasy Come True Ch 4/8
Chapter 4: Ruin your Dinner
Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, fingering, masturbation, cum eating,
Series Summary: Breaking into the acting world has been a life long dream. It's been tough, plus your relationship with you partner has some struggles, but who doesn't have struggles. A new guy shows up to your improv classes who seems strangely familiar. He seems rather interested in you and you feel unusually comfortable around him, like he projects calm and reassurance. Once you realize who he really is, and what he really likes... it's game on.
SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, here there be lemons.
A/N: This little gem is per request for the lovely and talented @purejasmine . It's been a collaborative project designed to meet her every Austin need as best I can. Here's to you darling! <clink> I hope ya'll enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed the creative process with parameters not wholly my own!!
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Chapter 4: Ruin your Dinner
Your eyes flutter open, you have no idea how much time has passed on the surprisingly comfortable rug, of course it could just be Austin’s arms. Which, you realize, are still around you. You hear his deep breathing. You take a deep breath and just snuggle down into him. No need to break this spell.
You lay there, reliving every moment of your sex-a-thon with Austin, burning it into your brain. Getting impossibly turned on again. You breathe in his scent, one that few people probably could boast getting to smell. A mix of his skin, that woody lavender scent, and the tang of his cum. Jesus, this man makes you so fucking sexual, it’s ridiculous. You try to suppress a giggle.
He inhales deep, stretching his body.
“Hey Princess, you alive?” he hugs you close.
“Uh huh, and filthy and hungry,” you hug him back.
“Honey, I can fix those things for you if you give me a minute,” he sits up realizing that he is sticky too, then his stomach growls. “Apparently I am in the same boat. What do you want first, a shower or dinner?”
“Oh the shower for sure,” that is a no-brainer.
“Ok, I don’t have a lot here to eat, at the moment, Would you like to order in before showering? My treat.” he says with a smile. He leans in close to you, ”you can order all the things and we can appease your whorish,” he kisses you,” little,” another kiss, “tastebuds.” His mouth latches onto yours for a deep and passionate kiss.
“Pizzana sounds fucking amazing right now,” you comment when he lets you up for air.
“Tell me what you want darling and I’ll have it all here in no time,” he reaches for his phone.
He pulls up the menu, then realizes it’s easier to just hand you the phone. You order pretty much the whole antipasti menu: Broccolini, Caprese Di Bufala, Carciofi Arrostiti, Polpette Al Forno. You decide what the hell and order the entire insalate menu too, (you can never have too much salad!) Cavoletto Di Bruxelles Chop salad, Ceasare with Wood Fired Chicken added and the Tricolore salad. You calm down on the pizzas only ordering the Carnivoro, Cacio E Pepperoni with Cremini Mushrooms, Funghi with Cetara Anchovy and the Spinaci with Prosciutto Di Parma And of course you must have dessert! All the desserts! You decide 'fuck it!' and order them all, the Cannoli, Panna Cotta and Torta Al Cioccolato.
You hand the phone back, Austin finishes the order.
“We have about 50 minutes Princess. Let’s get you in the shower sweetheart.”
The way he was talking, you thought he would just show you to one of the guest showers. You are pleasantly surprised when he takes you naked by the hand up the stairs to his bedroom and to his massive shower. You tie up your hair with the emergency hair tie you keep in your purse. He turns on the water and gets in, inhaling sharply as the still cold water makes his muscles tighten and shiver. Oh holy crap, he even makes a cold shower pornographic. A walking sex bomb. Your mouth hangs open as you watch him. His eyes open and he giggles when he sees you.
“I love a good cold plunge, wakes up the body,” he grins as he holds out his hands. “Come in, it’s warm now.”
You step in and he pulls you to him.
“Here, let me clean up my mess,” he says. With soapy hands, he washes away the stickiness of his cum. You feel a little sad that it’s all getting washed away, making you realize how much you actually like having his cum on you. You drape your arms over his shoulders, pressing your soapy boobs to his chest.
“Next time, I’ll lick it all up. I don’t want to waste another drop of your cum, Austin,” you hear yourself saying.
“My my, I didn't know you were such a dirty girl, Princess,” he says looking at you with narrowed, lusty eyes. “Next time? I like the sound of that.”
Then you are wrapped in his arms, your mouth wrapped in a deep kiss. Your hands are running along his back, shoulders and over his ass. This new character must be big, you think. Clearly he has been working out hard. His biceps and deltoids are bulky, like you like them. He pulls you under the shower head to rinse you off. You look up at him with pure lust, turning up your desire. Fuck he is so hot wet. Your pussy pulses in its own juices.
“If you keep looking at me like that Princess, my cum will ruin your dinner,” he whispers.
“Oh no, not dinner,” you say in a breathy mock tone, your mouth curling into a slight but naughty smile.
His eyes widen, then narrow. Clearly he didn’t realize he had said that out loud. One eyebrow lifts and he pushes you up against the shower wall. His mouth is on your neck just under your ear.
“Spread those legs for me, my dirty girl,” his deep voice makes goosebumps break out down your arms.
He reaches down and without pretense, slides his fingers into you once, twice. You moan at the sudden intrusion, grateful he had already fucked your pussy so he could slide in easy. He pulls his fingers out, dripping with you. Rubbing his fingers and thumb together he brings them up to your mouth and slowly inserts them into your mouth, not far, but enough. You suck your own juices, his eyes locked with yours. He trails his fingers out and down the middle of your chest, stomach. He slips them back into you and out again, pulling slick up around your clit, rubbing in a circle. His tongue stoppers the moan you let out. His lips seal to yours, pressing, lifting, pressing again. wet and needy. His tongue is undulating on your lips, filling your mouth then leaving it empty, searching in again. The heavy breath from your nostrils blows against his cheeks. Your arms are draped around his neck.
“Fuck hunny, you are so damn hot.” he says as he pulls away. He is still staring intently at your eyes. “I want you to cum on my fingers, ok? Tell me what you need.”
“Around my clit, and inside with curled fingers,” you nod, “and don’t stop, I don’t know how long-”
He interrupts you with a kiss, “I love it when my Princess tells me what she wants.”
He smiles as he slides in and out of you, thumb making circles on your clit.
The warmth spreading inside you is definitely not from the shower. Your eyes close.
“No, look right here.” he taps your chin.
You open to see his stunning blue eyes, and you are lost.
“Faster!” you breathe, “Harder!”
Your mouth falls open as he bites his lip, watching the pleasure melt across your face.
“OH FUCK!” you whine as your muscles clench down and your hips buck. His other hand holds you tight, pulls you. Your right breast pressed to the middle of his chest.
Pleasure rises in you faster than you expected, good god he is like walking Viagra. You freeze as he curls his fingers into your g spot with each thrust. It’s hard to keep your eyes open, they flutter instead.
“That’s my good girl, that’s what I want,” his hand slides up to cradle the back of your head and neck, his forehead pressed to yours. His whole body tense in trying to get you off and hold you close.
Fuck, you are riding the razor’s edge. Then his mouth is on yours, tongue desperate to get to yours. Hot, wet, sloppy kisses to go with the hot wet, sloppy sounds his fingers are making in your cunt. Sounds you can hear over the rush of the shower.
Your body jolts in orgasm, the saccade of your hips and neck making it hard for him to stay with you. His arm locks around you. You moan long into his mouth.
“Yeeess, cum my sexy fucking Angel, cum” he refuses to let up as you grab his working wrist and try to make him stop, overwhelmed in sensation. He grabs you tight in his palm and shakes your whole vulva.
“OH Fuck yeah,” his voice is gravely and sexy as fuck.
Your legs wilt out from under you as you moan in immense pleasure. He follows you to the floor of the shower, still shaking your pussy, then pumping in and out of you again.
“Oh fuck, oh Austin, oh fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!” You refuse to use your safe word even though you no longer have any control over the shaking of your body.
After a minute or two he slows down and pulls out. You are panting as he stands up and leans back against the opposite wall of the shower. His beautiful cock standing hard in front of you. He looks down at you through heavy eyes, his lips lightly pressed together. His chest rising and falling as he breathes with his passion. Using the wetness from your pussy that is on his hand, he strokes his cock. Oh gods, he is exquisite.
Once you catch your breath, you are up on your knees, hands roaming over his legs, hips and his fine fucking ass.
“Let’s ruin your dinner, shall we, my Princess?” he says with a naughty smile
“Yes please,” your soon-to-be debauched mouth salivates.
He holds his hand in front of your mouth, you dribble spit into it.
“Holy fuck hunny, you make me so damn hot,” the /d/ and /t/ sharp and percussive.
He slathers his cock with your spit. His hand slides up and down his whole long shaft a few times, putting a little show on for you. An Austin Butler exclusive performance very few have seen before.
As your hands slide on the wet skin of his body, his moans come out in ‘mmmm’s, his inbreath sucked in through his teeth. Then he starts to focus on his tip more, the occasional stroke falling down to the base. His deep ‘oh’s and ‘ugh’s start with a closed-throat type grunt and end breathy. His fingers intermittently slip over his tip, which makes him groan louder each time. You slide up his muscular inner thigh and lovingly play with his balls. His hand speeds up. You are mesmerized by his jerking off. His thighs tense and his glutes pushing his cock into his hand periodically. Austin is cut from the fabric of Greek gods, and you are on your knees in homage, waiting for your personal blessing. He rises on his toes, his other hand reaching for your shoulder to balance, his hips are pushed forward, his whole luscious body tight.
“Open up Princess, show me those slutty fuckin’ tastebuds,” his teeth gnashing.
You open your mouth, tongue out looking up at him in supplication.
“Yes, yes, yeeees… ohhh fuuuuuuuck,” moaning and grunting, he spurts hot onto your tongue and chin. It’s not a whole lot, after all he already came twice, but gods above and below his cum tastes so fucking good. You move to catch the last bit that drips from him on your tongue, slurping up every drop. He reaches for your chin, swiping up a dollop of his cum and offering it to you. You greedily suck it off his fingers.
Austin puts his hands on your shoulders, guiding you to stand and envelops your mouth with his, his tongue dipping in for a taste of himself.
“Oh my lord Princess, that was so fucking hot!” His arms pull you close.
As you are drying off, Austin’s phone starts going mad. He glances at it then tosses on gym shorts and a t-shirt.
“OOo food! Go ahead and find a t-shirt or something. I’ll be right back!” he kisses you lightly and scoots out of the room.
Actually getting a moment to yourself, you soak in the fact that you are standing naked in Austin Butler’s bedroom. What the ACTUAL FUCK! You start feeling a little dizzy and sit down on his bed. You take a couple deep breaths and look around just trying to take it all in. It’s like a private sanctuary with books on the bedside table. It’s surprisingly bright for a man’s bedroom: simple white bedspread, wood and leather. Who knew he was into a subtle boho vibe. After some searching, you abandon the t-shirt route and grab his robe from it’s hook in the bathroom. Every scrap of clothing you have here is downstairs, not like you care about being naked or anything.
You notice the colognes he has on his dresser. You smell each one. Memorizing which ones are your favorite. Then you discover an essential oil roll-on that smells like the woods and lavender and amber resin. Fuck, this is the smell. You roll some onto your wrists.
“That one is my favorite,” you hear his voice from behind you. He is leaning on the door frame watching you. He walks over, takes your wrist and holds it to his nose.
“Damn, it’s good on you,” he presses it into your hand. “You keep it, wear it on our next date.” He smiles at you.
“Oh, next date eh?” you ask.
“Yes,” his arms pull you close. ”I’m going to pick you up and take you out to dinner, where you will order all the things and we will try all the things. Then I will bring you back here where I will ask you to stay the night with me and I will fuck you in that bed right there all night long and hold you in my arms until we fall asleep. Then I'll wake you up in the best way in the morning before I make you breakfast. So be ready, my Princess,” his kiss is sweet and soft.
His description has you ramping up again, not like it's all that difficult really, just the mention of his name usually makes you wet.
“But right now, there is Pizzana! C’mon," he takes your hand and leads you down the stairs.
You text your partner that you are out with your industry contact again. He just gives you the thumbs up. That might as well be a blessing, you decide.
You eat in Austin’s robe, smelling like him. Your conversation flows easily and you guys laugh a bunch, both a little silly from all the orgasms and closeness.
“Ok, I had better get going home” you say after a while, not really wanting to, but your practical side is knock-knocking at your mind, "do you need me to call an uber?”
“What? Oh hell no!" he looks at you like he's offended. "No Princess of mine is gonna uber back to her car,” he smiles at you, "b ut first, how does Tuesday sound for our date?”
You check your calendar, just to be sure and agree that Tuesday will work. In the back of your mind, you wonder what you will tell your partner.
“Do I need to wear anything special? Cuz I don’t really have anything super nice," you figure it's good to be prepared.
“Just casual should be fine darling. When I take you somewhere super nice, we’ll go shopping first,” he smiles and reaches over, dragging a fingertip along your jawline.
You blush at the idea of being so spoiled.
You and Austin divvy up the leftovers. He asks if you want to pick which of his cars to drive you back in, you actually like the comfort of the Lexus.
“Maybe someday we can go cruising in the Julia just for fun,” he folds you in his arms in his garage. “We can drive up the coast, stay somewhere super private. I can make love to you in moonlight. We can go wine tasting or something.” You can feel him getting hard again through his joggers. Jesus, this man. You wonder if he's going to bend you over the hood pull your pants around your knees and slide into you right there. Which would be absolutely fine with you. Sadly, he opens the car door instead.
Back in the now empty parking lot he pulls up next to your Toyota sedan. He hops out of the car to open both doors for you.
“See you Tuesday, Princess. I’ll pick you up at 5, Remember to bring an overnight bag darling,” he helps you out of the car, bowing low over your hand and kissing it. He makes sure that your car starts and that you are safely driving away before he leaves the parking lot. Such a fucking stellar gentleman.
You are sitting in your car, in the lot at your apartment wondering what the hell just happened and what to tell your partner about it, if anything. He was insanely jealous of Austin, but he is also your hall pass.
As you walk into the small LA apartment, he is on the bed, video controller in hand. Even though you’ve lived here for the better part of 15 years, everything looks different to you.
“Hey,” he says without looking at you.
“Hey,” you reply, “I have leftovers if you want any.”
He extricates himself from the bed and comes over to peruse.
“Damn baby, Pizzana? I’m glad I waited to eat until you got home!” He says opening the boxes.
“Yeah… it’s been really cool. Actually, they said there was an opportunity for me this Tuesday, but it’s not here, so I’ll be gone that night, like overnight,” technically, Austin doesn’t live ‘here’.
“Oh, that’s cool” he says, you know he is thinking about how much game time he can get in by not having to go on your nightly walks. “Are they paying for travel expenses?”
“Uh huh,” again, not a lie.
Your phone buzzes
Austin-
“Goodnight Princess, 68 hours until I’ll have you in my arms again.”
It wasn't your Austin AI… it was actual honest-to-god Austin, calling you princess and wishing you goodnight.
“Goodnight Austin, it’s not soon enough.”
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