The Viander: An August Stilza x F!Reader Ff: Pt.2
That last chapter was really fluffy. Yeah. This is too….. kinda…. Um…
MDNI
CW: phone sex, long distance yearning, dacryphilia, begging, August Stilza is so hey mamas lesbian coded
Racially ambiguous reader
Pt.1
WC: 3700
A/N hehehehEhheheheheHEHEHEHEH
August’s hands are slowly bunching her skirt up towards her hips, and her breath catches- though her head angles back in helpless rebellion against her words as his lips wrap around the pulse point of her throat.
“A-Ah-August, I’ve got other baskets to drop off, I should have left an hour ago-“ Her voice is wavering, and she hears a smirk in his own.
“Yeah? Anyone I should be worried about?”
And he’s so distracting in the way he’s just barely pressing kisses to her skin- seeming to delight in the shiver that runs across it- she speaks without thinking, words on her breath that had her eyes going wide in shock at her own accidental, brutal honesty.
“No, god no- it’s only ever been you.”
And she’s shy now, head turning in embarrassment as she feels him still, body tensing slightly.
“I’m so fuuuuuuuhcking blind.” He groans, and he’s slipping down her body-knees hitting the ground as his face disappears under her skirts.
“AUGUST!” She yelps, gripping the fabrics and lifting them to see what he was doing- before gasps and soft giggles start to escape her mouth as she’s trying to maintain even a shred of her composure, leaning back with her hands on his desk for stability.
He’s taken one of her legs and is kissing the top of her ankle- lips barely brushing the soft satin covering her legs between soft kisses across the bone and up her shin.
“‘M so sorry you ever thought I wasn’t watchin’.” He murmurs, lips pressed to the inside of her knee- and she feels hot, vision going slightly hazy as she tries to process where her day has ended up.
I was just dropping off treats.
Her thoughts are dazed as his breath suddenly ghosts over the bare skin of the tops of her thighs- just over the stockings- and that feeling-it yanks her out of her reverie, thighs snapping shut in embarrassment and stumbling backwards slightly, bumping into his desk and reaching out to steady the lamp as it wobbles.
Her eyes zero in on the open door.
A door that seemed a bit…. More open than it was before.
Her face is hot, and August is looking up at her in innocence that’s tinged with a bit of smugness, though a bit pouty, as well.
“For one, Mr. Stilza- the door. is. open.” She hisses quietly through her teeth, pointing at it- and he turns in shock, mouth opening slightly and brows raising.
He genuinely hadn’t noticed.
“And for two….” She’s pulling him up by the straps of his overalls, and he lets her with a stupid, charming grin that’s almost drunk on his face as he stumbles upwards.
“I do have a job to finish this month.” And her voice is sad. She’s staring up at him with her fingers loose, now- slipping down his chest and resting there gently.
August is looking down at her in utter devastation, his hands going to wrap on either side of her waist as he draws himself nearer to her, leaning down to press their foreheads together as he stares wistfully into her eyes.
“Ya promise you’ll be back- right mamas?” He murmurs, and she can feel a tightness in her throat. A burning in her sinuses.
She forces it down with an axe.
Instead of responding verbally, for she was sure she would cry like a massive baby- she takes one of his hands in hers, pulling it towards her mouth and pressing a soft kiss to the pad of his thumb- before biting down, hard- swiping the blood that comes from it as he pulls away with a yelp-intrigue in his eyes replaced with shock.
And he stares at her, cradling his injury yet eyes wide in wonder as she presses the pad of her finger with his blood stained onto it to her communications collar, and bites down on her own thumb as she hops back over to his astonished self.
Wrapping a hand around the back of his neck- he’s helpless to even want to stop her as she draws him in for a deceptively sweet kiss- pressing her gently dripping wound to his collar.
“Now you couldn’t get rid of me even if you wanted to.” She mumbles against his lips, and he’s laughing, wrapping his arms around her and swinging her around gleefully- her own shrieks of laughter being ripped from her as he twirls her around.
“I HOPE YOU LIKE PHONE CALLS!”
And his goggles are slipping back down- and there he is. That beautiful, boisterous genius.
She leaves his room in the attire he’d dressed her in, and she’s stunned into stillness by a low whistle, head slowly turning to stare at a tall blond man leaning- Evian, was his name she thought- and Semiu sitting at her desk- the both of them giving her an appreciative-albeit knowing stare.
Their heads are leaned together like they’re gossiping like teen girls- and she had a choice.
She could either turn seventy shades of red, pull her cloak around herself, and sprint out the front door and pretend this had never happened on her next visit.
Or….
She could shoot them a soft, innocent smile- reach into the dark doorway and yank August out- in all of his lipstick-covered glory- grip the space between his straps and drag him down to her height to plant a smiling, joyful kiss right on his lips.
So she did. And when she pulled away, he was looking at her like she put the oxygen in his tank and the beat in his chest.
“Goodbye, Augie.” She whispers, and his responding smile is slow and lazy, love-drunk on her open display of adoration and affection.
“Goodbye, my muse.”
And she’s humming as she wanders over to the desk, blowing Semiu a kiss and giving the blond man who’s name she wasn’t quite sure of a wave with her fingers clapping against her palm as she collected her basket and skipped out the front door.
Semiu glances down at her computer monitor discretely, and she can see the woman pirouetting to her car in the camera footage.
And they both turn to August with wide eyed, complete and utter-albeit impressed- shock on their faces.
“You sure you can handle all that, buddy?” Enjin inquires with a waggle of his brows, and August is turning to him, a manic gleam behind his glasses.
“You BETCHYER SWEET ASS I CAN!”
And he’s stepping back into the workshop with a slam! of the door, and a few moments later they hear an exclamation of “MY FACE!” As August seems to finally catch a glimpse of himself in a mirror.
Semiu and Enjin are left there chittering and giggling like a couple of teenage girls in the lobby, gossiping up a storm.
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With August- there’s no such thing as “how long should I wait to call?”
There were no games, no back-and-forth.
With him, it was so easy- because he was calling her before she’d even left the drive.
Collar chirping, she answers it and starts immediately apologizing.
“I’m so sorry, Ms.Anastasia, I got unfortunately for you- quite pleasantly for me- held up in the East Ward-“
And she’s interrupted by familiar shouting, her face heating in embarrassment as what she anticipated being girl talk shifts sharply.
“HEY HOT MAMAS YOU LEFT SOMETHIN’ HERE!”
“Oh! August!” And the rush of concern that rushed through her tampers down her embarrassment.
She hits the break, idling at the end of the drive.
“Yeah? Like what?” She inquires in confusion- only to a smile to crack her face in two and giggles to erupt as she presses on the gas again.
“YA LIPSTICK ALL OVEEER MYYY FAAACE!”
And though it wasn’t the girl talk she’d anticipated, she thought it was better.
They talked the entire two hour ride to her next stop, talking about nothing and everything as they just… learned.
She asked him questions-he answered, loud and proud and unafraid to turn every rock of his life over that she asked, and she in turn returned him that same respect.
And she found herself grasping the collar around her neck, pouting as she sat in her now parked car.
“Ya got there safe, good!” August proclaims, obviously hearing the sound of her pulling the rusty parking break.
“Yeah? Is that why you called?” She asks coyly, embarrassed smile toying at her lips.
“AND I just needed to hear your voice for a LITTLE longer.”
And it’s the way he says it.
Not an ounce of hesitation.
So honestly. God, it made her swoon.
“Goodbye, August.” She murmurs, and she can hear him chuckle- her sudden demure attitude giving him the response he didn’t need to hear verbally.
“Goodbye, mamas.”
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For the next three weeks, he called her nearly every day. Sometimes twice a day, always in the middle, always with some new design to gush about.
And she listened to him rant, rave and yell like he was the sweetest melody she’d ever heard.
When she gave some input- the silence was heavy as he considered her words- before he would either agree or disagree. She appreciated that he was so himself, unafraid to disagree with her and she quite enjoyed the banter they’d picked up.
It’s one night, a few weeks later when she’d rented a room in a sparsely populated inn in Creapye.
She was headed back to the Cleaners- new recipes to bestow upon them galore as she’d been given some inspiration herself- when her collar begins to chirp.
It’s hot that night, and it’s the top floor with no other tall building facing the windows to her room- so she’d taken some liberties and may be near fully nude to beat the heat.
It’s well past when August would normally call- dusk gone and the true darkness of night having settled outside long ago- and she’s laying in bed with a book in her hands, setting it down on her stomach and pressing a hand to her collar to answer.
“It’s ya girl, what’s up?” She inquires- half expecting it to be Semiu to chat, but she’s pleasantly surprised to hear Augusts voice.
“Hey ma, did I wake you?”
And he’s…. Uncharacteristically quiet.
“No, I’m just laying down and reading. I didn’t hear from you today- I’m glad you called.” She says, and a soft smile is clear in her voice.
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August was a wreck.
Three weeks with only her voice whispering in his ear has had him clawing at the walls of his workshop and wanting to annihilate anyone who dared to even think about knocking on his door.
Enjin had tried- even going as far as to open the door and quip- “hey lemme know if it doesn’t work out so I-“ and the tattooed ladies man had stopped cold at the look that had crossed the designers face.
It was disgusted, angry and wrathful in an instant, and the golden-eyed man quickly mumbled an apology before backing out swiftly.
August wanted her sitting on his desk as he worked next to her- her hands playing with his hair and fingers gently brushing against his skin.
He wanted to be splayed across her lap as they talked- staring up at her from his head resting on her lovely thighs- not miles away babbling his head off just to put off the inevitable silence left in his head as of late whenever she wasn’t there in his ear.
If she wasn’t talking to him- he couldn’t work. He was tearing his hair out and staring at empty pages in sketchbooks and his workshop was a mess.
He wanted her tangled in his sheets- arms wrapped around her and her sleeping in his bed with her head on his chest and he wanted it now.
And it was so innocent.
I mean, yeah. He wanted her thighs wrapped around his head and his tongue shoved so deep inside she couldn’t remember anything but his name.
Her wanted her screaming and panting, a writhing mess underneath him as he slammed his cock into her pussy until it was puffy and sore.
But most of all?
He wanted to feel his arms around her again. Fully clothed. His face pressed into her hair.
He wanted a hug.
He’s laying in bed in nothing but his boxers, hair splayed across his pillow and glasses discarded on his nightstand as he rubs his hands over his face.
“When are ya comin’ back?” He murmurs, and he can hear a shift of fabric as she stirs on the other end of the line.
“I’m on my way, I’m spending the night in Creapye and I should be there tomorrow around midday.” She responds softly- and his heart begins to sing. Gone was weary loneliness, here was mirthful elation.
“REALLY?” He’s suddenly hollering, excitement coursing under his skin- and he can hear her tinkling laughter in his ear, so close but so fucking far.
“Mhm. You won’t have to wait long, my love.”
And the pet name was new.
The sheer silence that followed was thick, like she realized what she’d said.
“I-I mean, uh-“
“LOVE?” He interrupts- and she can hear the shit eating grin in his voice. And it was there. Almost cracking his face in two.
But the grin was more than that.
Heat was rising to his face - light flush covering his chest and neck as he realized the implications of the name.
“I think I could get used to that.” He’s gentler now, softer- and he can hear her nervous giggling starting up on the other end.
“What are you wearing, my love?” She teases- her usual banter seeming to turn flirty now that the sun was down- and he’s smirking, hand going down to adjust the slowly growing bulge between his legs almost subconsciously.
“Nothin’” He proclaims, and he can almost see the way her face would go red, mouth popping open in shock.
She’s spluttering, and he can’t help the chuckle drawn through his chest as he gives her some relief.
“I’m just messin’ witcha- but I am just in my underwear. Does that make you uncomfortable?” And he’s genuine, brows furrowing as his hand snaps away from his half-hard cock.
There’s a beat of silence.
Then another.
“Well, if you were naked- then we’d be matching.” And she’s so casual about how her words suddenly had his cock leaking.
“Fuck, are you trying to murder me?” He groans, hand going back to palm his covered shaft- and he can hear a chuckle from the other end. A chuckle that has his heart rate quickening- because it sounded so….. salacious.
“You’re touching yourself right now, aren’t you?” Her inquiry is light- playful- and her teasing had that flush on his chest rising to his face in shame.
“…..maybe.” He finally gets out- and her responding giggle has his eyes clenching in embarrassment.
“I’d like to be doing that for you.”
And his eyes snap back open- a soft gasp escaping him as his lips part and his cock twitched in his hand.
More silence.
Until…
“Keep going, mamas.” He breathes, hand slipping under his boxers and gripping the base of his cock firmly.
“Hm? Do you want your little Viander to tell you about how she wants to put her hands all over you?” She’s murmuring- attempting to be hushed in the thin walls of the inn.
“Please, yes.” And he… is not.
His head is pressed to the side- stroking himself at a torturously slow pace, boxers tucked below his balls in his haste-the saccharine tone of her voice damn near as delicious as the treats he’d been savoring.
And he’s not being hushed that’s for sure.
“PLEEASE tell me you’re doing it too.” He groans, and his hips are twitching up, fucking into his fist as his other hand comes up to grip his hair the roots. He’s whiny, almost pleading with her.
“Mhm.. Every night-always thinking about you.” And he can hear it- that lilt to her voice, the waver. That taut sound of tightly withheld pleasure that was fucking with his already strained psyche.
“Please don’t hold out on me, ma. Please lemme know you want me.” And the pitiful lilt in his voice is broken by his tongue coming out to lick the palm of his hand- adding more lubrication than his dribbling precum was supplying.
“‘Ve been thinking about you-about how your lips felt on my legs- your breath on my thighs. About how I want it higher…”
August feels a shudder rumble through his body as he can’t hold back a panting groan, the sound of his cock fucking his fist filling the room and surely the other end of the line with wet squelches as he spits more into his hand.
“Shit, ah- please don’t stop, doll. Please tell me…”
“And, I might have been lying about being naked…..I’m wearing the stockings you made me.” She mumbles- and he blue screens.
Windows XP ERROR 404
August not found
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Her confession is breathy, ending with teeth biting into her lip as she hears a more surprised, damn near feral sound coming from the other end of the line.
The sound makes her lower stomach pulse as she slips a finger inside her slick heat, petting her folds as she grips the pillow next to her head and turns her head into it with her other hand.
Embarrassment is starting to creep in, as his silence grows longer-but as shes about to ask if he was still there- she hears an almost pained whimper.
“You can’t just SAY something like that! Do you know how HARD I just had to grip my cock not to shoot my load from hip to hairline?”
And the sudden hiss in his tenor voice has her giggling- though she stops short at the way it makes her clench around her fingers, laughter cut off by a breathy moan- more salacious words flying from her lips with abandon.
“God, Augie-I want you here so bad. I wanna feel you. Mmnh…. My fingers aren’t enough, I want yours.” And she knows surely he can hear the wet sound of her fingers plunging in and out of herself between her pitiful moans..
Moans that are accompanied by the sound of his own panting breath- the wet sound of him fisting his cock returning to punctuate his murmurs of “It’s okay, you’ll have me soon-you’ll have all’a me soon.” building that slow pulse in her lower stomach that started matching the beat of her heart in her throat.
“August- ‘m gonna-“ She gasps, and she can hear the wet friction picking up on the other line and she can only imagine how he looks- spread out nude on his bed- hair splayed like a beautiful, erotic painting saved for the most sacred of temples from religions long dead to their world. Pale skin soaked with sweat as his fist works his cock, head thrown back- her quite visual imagination had her panting, so close, yet so far from what she really wanted.
“Yeah mamas- please, please come, iwannahearitsobad, PLEASE.” He’s demanding her, a hitch in his throat filled with pure, whiny need that sends her tripping and flying off the ravine that was an orgasm that had her throwing her head back, gasping his name and face contorting in sheer delight as she pulls her fingers from her slick entrance and rubs quick, sloppy circles around her pulsing clit to chase the tail of the shivers of pleasure causing twitches down her torso and thighs.
And her pleasure is prolonged by the sound of keening in the other side, Augusts voice a strangled cry as he follows her over that edge from a hundred miles away- and her clit jumps against her fingers greedily, her back arching and toes curling as another, smaller yet just as spine-tingling orgasm flutters through her at the sound.
“I miss you, August.” The moan of his name and the confession is ripped from her throat, and she can hear the sound of his fist on his cock become obscene- not seeming to stop after he came, instead working harder as she can hear his open-mouthed panting of her name in the soft moans on his breath.
“I need you here-“ the wobble in his voice has her swallowing thickly, and he’s babbling at her- the sound of tears clear in his tone as he strokes his overstimulated, still painfully hard cock.
“Please don’t stop talking- I need it mamas- I need you- I’ve been goin’ crazy- Your voice has me weak and angry and I just need you so much.” He’s sobbing, breath hiccuping as a pathetic punctuation to the slick sound of him chasing his high.
“My beautiful designer, I adore you, you know that? You’re always on my mind, have been for so long. I can’t believe you’re all mine, my love.” She’s murmuring, and she can hear him falling apart all over again- continuing her words through the sobs wracking his throat turning into a strangled cry as his breath catches, then panting breaths crumble into embarrassed coughs on the other end of the line.
And she’s softly smiling, wiping her hand on the sheets and rolling over onto her stomach before whispering coyly- “I think that might be the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.”
And now he’s nervously giggling, and she can hear him sniffling and the sound of tissue being ripped from a box followed by him blowing his nose.
“It was certainly one of the most intense ones.” He mutters shyly, and she’s smiling as she feels her eyes droop, humming pleasantly in agreement.
“Don’t hang up on me, ma. I wanna hear you breathing. Please?” And she agrees sleepily, body loose and head feeling almost stoned with how pleasant she felt.
“I’m not sure I’m going to let you leave again.” He murmurs tiredly himself- and she smiles, the inky blackness of a well earned sleep taking over her, his final words a blurry haze in her ears she didn’t quite catch.
“Mnlvwthya.”
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