mdni (18+). august stilza seeing you in his designs (smut)
x chubby reader
💌 i can't remember if i posted this on my old account but here since i just found this in my drafts on my old docs writing account, and i thought it was okay enough...idk my writing fluctuates.
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thinking of august stilza seeing you in one of his failed designs, late at night when he's stressed from procrastinating so much to finish it. you just slipped the jacket off the mannequin, covering your arms and bare chest, and zipped it up, leaving your t-shirt on the ground by your feet. so when he turns around from his desk, his usual loud blabbering and humming stop, and he just stares at you, removing his headphones.
his eyes rake up your legs, taking a glimpse at your panties below the jacket and the way your hands dug into the pockets of the hoodie. he noted the way the suede material clung to your frame like it was made for you.
he loved seeing you in the things he created. just the sight of the material hugging your curves, the thought of how the carefully stitched seams lined your sides…fuck. he was staring, hard, not daring to blink as his eyes glued to your figure.
he gripped the arms of his chair and let a big smile spread across his face. a low, breathy laugh escaped his lips, “damnnn...” he rasped, thick with awe.
“you look so good in this. in my shit.” he added before gripping the base of the jacket and drawing you near. as you stood between his legs and looked down, you watched him lick his pink lips, noticing the way his pupils enlarged as he looked up at you.
he grinned like a idiot. in his eyes you were his pretty little model that looked good in everything he made, even the worst of his designs. you made all his screw-ups feel like masterpieces just by gracing them with your presence.
before you knew it, you felt his thumb brush against the small wet spot on your panties that formed under his intense stares. he traced over it deliberately, as if he was admiring your reactions. like he needed to see you squirm, needed to hear you and needed to reward you for how you made his messy ideas look like art.
everything else became hazy as he did so.
whimpers released from your lips as you watched the smug grin on his lips from under your eyelashes.
with his other hand, he tugged at the base of the jacket as if solidifying the reality that it was his. that the material was his and the creation. and that you were his.
“swear i hated this piece of shit.”
with a slow, steady drag of his thumb over your clothed clit, he breathed, “but look at you in it...” a whine escaped you as his thumb started to get more comfortable with its movements against you.
he pulled up the bottom of the jacket to see the pudge of your stomach he loved so much, continuing his assault on your clit, bringing his head down to add a kiss to the chub, making you suck in a breath.
“august,” you moaned, raking your hands through the inches of his platinum blonde hair. he kneeled before you at the sound of his name parting your lips, leaving his chair rolling away as he drew you closer to his mouth by your thighs. his thumbs probed your panties down to your knees, watching as they fell the rest of the way.
his face leaned in again, this time pressing a small kiss against your wetness, inhaling deeply as he dragged his lips down to your entrance, taking in the scent of your need. his tongue entered you, flicking inside you without remorse, earning a staggered breath from you. his eyes flickered up at you, watching your eyes flutter to the back of your head, your knees wobbling like a little fawn in front of him. one hand held you firmer, stilling your movements as his thumb reached over and added circles to stimulate your dripping cunt.
you gasped, pressing your body against him instinctively while clawing at his shoulders, overstimulated by the pleasure he brought you.
“s’too much, aug—” a hiccup escaped your mouth mid sentence making him chuckle.
his tongue moved inside you as he gave a shake of his head, clearly enjoying your trembles and blabbers as your eyes closed shut and your body tensed.
“oh fuck…” you whined, feeling as his lips turned up into a smile against you.
“aww. you can take it, my pretty girl.” he murmured.
a/n: i headcanon that Jestyn's favorite candy is Milky Ways, Knighter's is dumdums, Wizzy's is taffy, and Prieston's is sour gummies.
"Ok, guys, I brought you-" You emptied the plastic grocery store bag onto the stage "- some treats."
Thumb sized candy bars, the twisted wax wrappers of taffy, and colorful lollipops exploded into chaos spilled across the neat and tidy stage floor. Jestyn's head tilted far enough that you worried his skin -such as it was- would crack at the seams and his hat would fall off. His fingers drifted through the pile, spinning holographic chocolate wrappers among the sticks of suckers. Stage lights reflected off the wrappers, casting rainbows among the rows and off the set pieces. Your throne got a string of reds and golds across the high back as you sat in front of it.
"It's not much. Stuff from Halloween that didn't get handed out. Or… maybe from the Halloween before that. I'm not sure how many Halloweens we have here. My neighborhood isn't very popular."
Knighter knelt next to you. You wondered sometimes if his hips simply weren't built to sit anyway but kneeling. If his habit of kneeling was about physical mobility.
"What a veritable feast you've brought us, Your Majesty," Jestyn purred distractedly.
You wondered if he thought the chocolate was a trick, just like his first chocolate bar. You'd since brought him one that was intentionally made with cayenne, a dark chocolate bar that advertised its heat. It was delicious. He'd flushed with the gentle spice of it (or maybe with the care you'd shown in bringing back his initial trick in a non-dangerous manner) and sworn to learn the recipe of it.
"To what do we owe…" Jestyn trailed off what you were certain was going to be a veritable deluge of overly formal language as Knighter picked up a sucker, unwrapped it, and plopped the candy blue ball onto his tongue.
The stick looked hilarious between his thick fingers. Even in a human adult's hands, the sticks were obviously made for a child and comically small. But in Knighter's big gauntleted fingers? You let your delighted giggle ring out over the empty audience seats with the sparkling rainbows of refraction.
"Ish gud," Knighter said around the second sucker he added to the first in his mouth. Pink meeting blue. Strawberry and cotton candy you suspected.
"I'm glad. I was cleaning out the pantry, found a bunch of the stuff. Figured, waste not and all. I know it won't do anything for the farmers during the drought, but maybe just for us. Off stage."
Jestyn, sitting delicately next to the pile, stood with the grace of a fairytale prince.
"I shall go invite Wizzy and Prieston. They will surely love the spoils of your Halloween."
"I've already asked Butley to get them. Sit down, Jestyn, have a Milky Way. I think you'll like them."
You unwrapped the chocolate and held it between your forefinger and thumb. Jestyn's face betrayed nothing, but in that deadpan you knew that he was uncomfortable. He was always ill at ease when he wasn't smiling (almost patronizingly) at you. You liked it. Throwing him off.
His lips parted, sharp teeth wrapping around the chocolate. He scraped his teeth down the length until the flesh of your thumb pressed against their fronts. He bit the chocolate from your fingers, eating the whole thing in one bite.
"Oh!" He gasped the noise between mostly closed lips as he chewed.
"It's got a chocolate shell on the outside and some fluffy stuff on the inside. Was I right?"
"It is rather good, my dear. I see why you picked it."
"I usually buy a king-sized one for myself after Halloween, when everything is on sale, but these fun-sized ones really are just delightful little treats, aren't they?"
The red that illuminated his eyes during a particularly good joke or foul mood ghosted under the refracted light of holographic candy bar wrappers.
A few photos I manged to take at the Sutin Books and Comics signing this past Saturday. I was at the shop from roughly 1 p.m until 2 a.m., with a one hour Q&A in the afternoon. I didn't finish signing customer books until after 10 at night, the next four hours I signed employee books, orders for folks who couldn't make it to the store and the rest of the copies of Nerd Inferno, as well as a crate of Milk & Cheese vinyl figures they had in storage.
The line was long and the wait took up to five hours for some stalwarts, I appreciate everyone who came down to get something signed, sat in on the fun Q&A, and picked up a copy of Nerd Inferno, the Beasts of Burden Omnibus and/or the exclsuive Eltingville CLub print the store had made for the event. The shop still has signed and numbered prints left if anyone is interested. And the M&C figures. And a bunch of copies of Nerd Inferno, all signed.
I existed for three days on cane sugar Dr. Pepper, Cheerwine, candy bars, and some really excellent brisket on Saturday. Thanks to Dale, Joe and everyone at Austin B&C, and, again, everyone who came out and waited on line to say hello and get their books signed/sketched. I had an absolute blast.
