#once upon a time ocs

[rose-of-oz]

𝗢𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗨𝗣𝗢𝗡 𝗔 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗧 𝗕𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗘𝗦

Violet Gaius, she/her, poly Rumplestiltskin/Belle ship, Gugu Mbatha-Raw FC. Fairytale counterpart is Flora, of the three Good Fairies who helped out in Sleeping Beauty’s story. Unlike most fairies in the Enchanted Forest, she had her sisters were not born small with wings, but she wanted to get them out of their poor village, so she wound up making a deal with Rumple, who had a scheme to thwart Maleficent’s curse on baby Aurora and wanted to use the sisters as pawns, for them to become fairies as long as they gave gifts to the new little princess. Regina actually admired Flora’s ambition and determination and devotion to her sisters, enough to let them stay together when the Dark Curse hit. In Storybrooke, Violet runs a flower shop and often brings Mr. Gold complimentary bouquets for his shop, not quite understanding the pull she feels to him - until the curse is broken and she gets closer to both him and Belle. Very determined, strong, and protective over the people she loves, especially her sisters, but also has a wry sense of humour and isn’t afraid to be vulnerable. Definitely punches Cora in the face at one point, fed up with all the woman’s power-grabbing bullshit.

Fawn Gaius, she/her, Archie ship, Angel Coulby FC. Fairytale counterpart is Fauna, the middle sister and kindest of the Good Fairies. Was actually in love with a girl in the sisters’ village before they became fairies, and resented Flora for making the deal with Rumplestiltskin for a while, but eventually forgave her when the three sisters came together to help protect Aurora from Maleficent’s curse. Becomes the secretary at the sheriff’s station in Storybrooke, and becomes besties with Emma through helping her deal with a lot of sheriff stuff before the curse is broken. Has almost gotten together with Archie a few times over the years in Storybrooke before the curse reset their memories and put them back to square one, but they’re such a cute couple when they finally get to get together this time. Incredibly sweet and kind, would give the shirt off her back for anyone, but also has a surprising inner strength and won’t put up with bullshit. Is absolutely thrilled when Aurora finally makes her way to Storybrooke, because she’s missed the girl she and her sisters raised so much, and is an amazing wingwoman when it comes to getting the princess together with Mulan.

Raine Gaius, she/her, Killian ship, Kiersey Clemons FC. Fairytale counterpart is Merryweather, the youngest and most outspoken of the Good Fairies. Was incredibly excited to be a fairy when Violet first made the deal with Rumple, but wasn’t anticipating all the responsibilities that came with being one and didn’t like them, which often put her at odds with her oldest sister. Very proud of herself for coming up with the loophole to save Aurora from dying from Maleficent’s curse, not realizing Rumple sort of led her to it, and is definitely the “fun aunt” when the three of them are raising Aurora. In Storybrooke, lives with Violet and is mostly unemployed except for teaching art classes twice a week at the town hall, and somehow winds up getting sucked back into the Enchanted Forest with Snow and Emma after the curse is broken, where she meets and is immediately intrigued by Killian. Mostly a free spirit, chaotic and playful and takes very little seriously, but also has a great sense of duty to those she cares about and is very intelligent and resourceful. Regains some of her fairy magic while back in the Enchanted Forest and actually keeps it when she gets back to Storybrooke, which she’s incredibly happy about.

Tallulah “Tally” Birde, she/they, Henry ship, Jenna Ortega FC. Fairytale counterpart is the princess whose six brothers were turned into swans by their wicked stepmother and was tasked with remaining silent for six years while she sewed shirts of starflowers to turn them back. The curse struck before they could be finished, so in Storybrooke she becomes Tally, the mute kid living with their awful stepmother who’s always been mysteriously followed by six wild swans, and Henry’s only real friend before Emma comes because she likes listening to his stories and theories about who everyone in town really is. Finally manages to complete the shirts and turn their brothers back, after the curse is broken and she finds a way to get starflowers into Storybrooke, and is delighted when they can speak again because she gets to tell Henry they have a crush on him. Generally pretty withdrawn and socially awkward, due to not speaking for so long, but is also very strong and determined and even learns how to be charming when she can talk again. Actually becomes really close to Emma and Regina both over the course of all the adventures, and they couldn’t think of anyone better for their son.

Scarlett Rosewood, she/her, OC ship, Alexandra Breckenridge FC. Fairytale counterpart is Rose Red, Snow’s fraternal twin sister who ran away with her after the Huntsman was assigned to kill them and agreed to go their separate ways, after which she met a prince who had been turned into a bear by Rumplestiltskin and, after facing off against Rumple, helped to free him. They got married shortly before Snow and Charming, and never even got the chance to meet their niece before the Dark Curse hit and their memories of each other were erased. In Storybrooke, Rose becomes Scarlett, a cook at Granny’s diner since she loved to cook in the Enchanted Forest, and is so incredibly thrilled when the curse breaks and she finally remembers her husband and sister and gets to meet Emma. Has always been the less trusting and fiercer out of the sisters, incredibly protective of Snow and everyone else she loves, but also has a soft and sweet side and is very good with kids. Never has any kids with her husband, but is the greatest aunt to Snow and David’s kids and great-aunt to Henry.

Charles “Charlie” Dell, he/him, OC ship (Red’s husband), David Castañeda FC. Fairytale counterpart is a prince who, when his kingdom was on the verge of war, attempted to make a deal with Rumplestiltskin to make himself stronger, but was tricked and wound up turned into a bear instead. Freed by Rose Red and wound up falling in love with and marrying her, only to be sent to Storybrooke, where he became a carpenter with no memory of his family or his wife. Incredibly thrilled when the curse is lifted and everyone is reunited, and winds up becoming besties with David where they didn’t have the chance to be proper brothers-in-law before. What his father used to call “tenderhearted,” kind and loving and can be a little too trusting sometimes, but is still plenty strong and probably wouldn’t have needed to make a deal with Rumple to begin with. Doesn’t often get too involved in the danger and adventures that plague Storybrooke, but is more than content to just stand on the sidelines and cheer Red on while she kicks ass.

Kimiko “Kimi” Roth, she/her, OC ship, Lyrica Okano FC. Fairytale counterpart is Odile, the daughter of Rothbart, who cursed a young woman named Odette to change into a swan every evening after she refused to marry him. She was furious when the plan she shared with her father to trick Odette’s prince into marrying her instead failed, but was able to feel a short bit of satisfaction about it when the curse hit during their royal wedding. In Storybrooke, she helps out in her father’s thrift shop and lives under his harsh thumb while being drawn to the sweet pet shop owner down the street without really realizing why, until the curse is lifted and she’s able to kill her father and slowly realizes that she was in love with Odette, or Etta, even back in the Enchanted Forest. Has a quick temper and a sharp tongue, a bit vain and spoiled from being doted on by her father as long as she did his bidding, but really just very scared and traumatized underneath and wants to be loved. Discovers after the curse is lifted that she has the ability to turn into a vulture, so she loves going on flights with Etta when they can.

Etta Lake, she/her, OC ship (Kimi’s girlfriend), Virginia Gardner FC. Fairytale counterpart is Odette, a young lady who was stolen from her home and almost forced to marry Rothbart the sorcerer, and cursed to become a swan every evening when she refused. Fell in love with a sweet young prince and was about to be married to him when the curse hit and she was yanked into a different world, where she became the owner of a small pet shop with an impressive selection of birds. Has been flirting with Kimi for ages before the curse is broken and she remembers who she actually is, but they do eventually find their way back to each other and become a cute couple. The sunshine to Kimi’s hurricane, sweet and friendly and generous, but doesn’t trust as easily as people think and can be incredibly stubborn. Finds that she’s still able to turn into a swan, but at will now, after she remembers who she is, and loves going out for daily flights.

Harvey Baker, he/him, poly Emma/Regina ship, Jack Falahee FC. Fairytale counterpart was a simple baker in the village close to Snow and Charming’s castle, and remained one even when he came to our world, running the Baker’s Bakery in Storybrooke. Makes the only apple pastries Regina can stand eating and so she’s a frequent visitor to the bakery, and Harvey has had feelings for her for years until he remembers that she’s the reason he’s in Storybrooke and distances himself from her, after which he starts to become closer to Emma, though they do eventually all get together. Compassionate and helpful, always willing to give free baked goods to anyone who’s hungry, but can also be incredibly stubborn and doesn’t always trust easily. Basically has no part in any fights that go on in Storybrooke, because he’s got basically no fighting skills or magic, but he’s more than happy to cheer his girls on and keep everyone well-fed in between fights.

Virginia “Ginny” Steppe, she/her, Ruby ship, Vanessa Morgan FC. Fairytale counterpart is the daughter of the old cobbler who was helped time and again by elves, whose father became obsessed with proving that the elves existed and would come back after they were given clothes and went away. In Storybrooke, she’s the daughter of the town conspiracy nut who does her best with her mother to keep his shoe shop running and flirts with the cute waitress at Granny’s in her spare time, even if Ruby always pulls away whenever they start to get too close. It still takes them a while to get together after the curse is broken, but they do eventually become a really sweet couple. Incredibly charming, friendly, and playful, but also harbours a lot of insecurities and can tend to cling too tightly to the people around her. Starts spending wolfstimes with Ruby after the curse is lifted, to spend some time with her and help with her anxieties about it, and they eventually become the girls’ own little dates.

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The Prince Part 3 - final part

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[???]

...

(Finally, someone new around here. Let's see what they've got.)

*What you believe to be this person's stand dissapears. After a moment, however, you notice your wallet has gone missing and this person has approached you.

[???]

I don't believe I've seen you around before. What's your name?

[hymntosappho]

my wings, I will be with you forever

[nerdywineaunt]

The Handy Man (Cliff Booth X OC)

Pairing: Cliff Booth x F!OC Warnings: Smut, Unprotected Sex, Age Difference, Praise, Daddy Kink, Overstimulation, Possessive Cliff

Summary: Dottie Handler is the daughter to legendary SFX couple Natalie and Bruce Handler. When she comes home to Hollywood from school in Santa Cruz she reconnects with, and can't keep her eyes off of a familiar face who in turn can't keep his hands off of her.

Words: 8736

Doris Handler had always been at home on set. The Hollywood facades of homes that transported millions into the homes of these picture perfect families and stories that were tied up with a bow every week had been her stomping ground from the moment she was born. Because of that she had never felt more at home and more real than when she was surrounded by professional liars. The only daughter of Hollywood Special FX team Natalie and Bruce Handler, Doris had surprised everyone except her parents when she decided to go to school to become a physical therapist. She had trained with actors and stuntmen from the time she could walk, and she had witnessed first hand how the people she loved had been affected by injuries. 

It was the spring of 1968 and she had just gotten home from her last year of school in Santa Cruz. It was her first week home and she had already checked in with her new supervisor and had a list of requirements for her internship she’d be taking for the next three years. Driving down the street past NBC studios, the brunette’s mind wandered as she considered everything she had been told by Dr. Howard. 

It was a nice drive from Burbank to Santa Clarita to the Melody Movie Ranch where she knew her parents were waiting for her, and when she pulled her ‘64 Sunbeam Tiger up to the studio gates, her good mood was doused by the security guard telling her that they didn’t have her name on the list working that day. “Look, I’m a Handler,” she tried to explain for the third time as she pointed to the clipboard. “My parents are both here, Natalie and Bruce Handler-“ 

“I don’t care if your parents are Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers,” he said as he stared her down. “You’re not getting on this set without a pass.” 

“Look, I promise I’m supposed to have a pass,” she protested. 

“And I promise if you were supposed to have one, you’d have one,” he replied sharply, earning a look of indignation from the girl. She put her hands on her hips and lifted a finger, ready to give this guy a piece of her mind, when her (justified) fury was tampered down by a long familiar voice. 

“Dottie? Dottie Handler?” She turned and for a moment she wasn’t sure who the old cowboy looking at her was- and then the realization of who had interrupted her righteous indignation hit her like a mouse hitting a cat with an iron. 

“Cliff Booth!” She squealed before she ran and jumped into his arms. He caught her with a laugh as she wrapped her legs around his waist. 

“Holy hell Princess, where have you been?” He asked as he set her down and then looked her over. “I see you were growing up wherever that was…”

“I went to school in Santa Cruz,” she explained as she kept her hands on his chest. “You look good Cliff,” she said as she looked him over and he smiled as he looked her over slowly, biting his lip as he did and rubbing his chin. 

“Yeah- yeah you too Sweetheart,” he nodded slowly before he met her eye again. “You here to help your folks out?” 

“Well I would be if this guy would let me get to work,” she turned her ire back on the security guard who huffed out a sigh. 

“And I told you, if your name isn’t on the clipboard, you’re not getting on set!” He shot back. She took a breath and once again Cliff’s calm voice broke her planned indignation. 

“Let me see that,” he said gently and took the clipboard from the security guy. “Oh- now come on man,” he said as he sighed and looked at the security guy. “You know this is yesterday’s schedule right?” Doris had to admit, the color draining from the security guard’s face was so satisfying to watch, and Cliff stepped into the security shack before he came back with another bundle of papers. “This is your daily,” he said as he clipped it to the clipboard and then flipped a few pages down to crew. “Oh and would you look at that? Doris Handler,” he looked pointedly at the security guard whose face was deep red now. 

“I-“ 

“Should be letting the lady get back to work now, huh?” Cliff asked and the security guard sighed before he lifted the partition keeping her from entering the studio. 

“Thank you,” she said to the security guard and then turned to Cliff. “I’m over working on Gunsmoke today,” she said before she kissed his cheek. 

“I’ll find ya Sweetheart,” he promised. 

When she did see Cliff again, he was sitting in a golf cart, dressed in a typical cowboy costume and he grinned when she stepped out of the SFX trailer with a pack of cigarettes in hand. 

“Hey Pretty Lady,” he grinned and she grinned back before she stepped out of the trailer slowly. 

“Hey yourself,” she said as she paused and looked him over. “Where’s your horse Cowboy?”

“Well Ma’am, I done traded him in for this here metal steed,” he said and she giggled. “And me and this here steed were wonderin’ if you knew a pretty girl who would allow us to escort her to her set?” 

“Mm, a Pretty girl huh?” She asked and he grinned. 

“Prettiest on the set,” he said and she laughed before she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. 

“Well come to think of it, someone did call me pretty earlier today…” she said slowly as she rolled back on her heels and then to her toes. “But prettiest on set?” 

Cliff let go of the breaks making his golf cart lurch forward a couple inches before he hit the break again and he clapped his hands over the steering wheel. “Woah there boy- I tell you he only gets like this around the real pretty girls,” he grinned as he looked at her. “What do you say Dottie? Wanna ride?” Doris’ cheeks burned at the double entendres, and she bit her lip before she climbed into the seat next to him.

“With you? Absolutely,” she said as she sat next to him and he grinned as he looked over at her. 

Rather than going to the set, the two sat on the hood of Cliff’s car, smoking cigarettes and talking. “So you’re gonna be a Physical Therapist,” he said slowly. “How’d you come up with that?” 

“Well,” she exhaled her smoke slowly. “I like to help people, I grew up around all you stuntmen in the FX department, and all the injuries you guys get,” she explained. 

“Smart girl,” he said as he leaned against the side of his Karmann Ghia and smiled at her. “So you’re a physical therapist now?” 

“Not yet,” she replied. “I’ve got to do an internship learning all about physical therapy. I actually just met with him this afternoon,” she said as she pulled her checklist of what she needed to do out of her pocket. He leaned over and snagged the checklist before reading it over, taking a drag of his cigarette as he did. 

“This isn’t too bad,” he commented. “One hundred hours of massage?” 

“Yeah, I have to give massages so I’ll know how to do it in the future,” she explained and he nodded as he flipped the paper over and then slowly exhaled his smoke. 

“You know Rick’s been talking about needing a massage,” 

“You’re still working with Rick?” She asked with a laugh as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. 

“Of course I am,” he chuckled as he handed her a new cigarette. “You remember working on Bounty Law?” 

“Of course,” she giggled. “I even got to be in the background a couple times,” 

“Oh I remember,” he said as he looked at her fondly. “But uh- well you’ve grown up haven’t you?” He asked as he stepped a little closer.

“Yeah,” she said as she looked at him. “I have,” Cliff stepped between her thighs and moved one hand to her leg as he leaned in and touched his lit cigarette tip against her unlit tip. She inhaled, lighting the cigarette before she reached up and plucked the cigarette from between her lips. 

“Yeah you have,” he whispered as he ran his hand over her thigh. “What are you now- twenty two?” 

“Just turned twenty three,” she told him and he gripped her thigh a little harder. 

“What do you say I talk to Rick for you?” He asked lowly. “I may even get him to pay you,” 

“I say you’re gonna need my phone number to let me know what Rick says,” she replied and he smirked slightly before they both heard someone calling his name. They looked over and saw the man of the conversation, Rick Dalton walking over, dressed in the exact same outfit that Cliff was wearing. 

“Hey Rick,” Cliff grinned as he slung an arm over Doris’ shoulder. “Look who it is! Little Dottie Handler!” 

“Dottie Handler?” Rick frowned slightly and she smiled as she tucked a curl behind her ear. 

“Natalie and Bruce’s daughter,” Cliff clarified and a look of recognition crossed Rick’s face. 

“There’s no way!” He laughed as he walked closer. “God way to make me feel old,” Rick Dalton said as he looked her over. 

“What’s up Rick?” Cliff asked and Rick looked away from Dottie’s long legs and to his friend before he cleared his throat. 

“Oh, right, they just cut me for the day. I’m going to go get changed and then we can go,” 

“Okay,” Cliff said and Rick nodded before glancing back at Dottie who smiled at him genially and then subtly elbowed Cliff in the side.

“Oh- hey before you go, get this; remember how you were saying you needed a massage?” 

“Oh god yes,” Rick sighed as he absentmindedly rubbed his shoulder. 

“Well Dottie here is going to school for physical therapy, and she needs to do one hundred hours of massage,” Cliff explained cheerfully as he looked at Dottie who smiled at Rick. 

“What do you charge?” Rick asked and she shrugged. 

“I’m still a student- does five dollars sound fair?” 

“That sounds perfect,” he smiled. “How about you two get in touch and figure it out huh?” 

“Sounds good,” Cliff grinned as he glanced back at Dottie who grinned back at him before she watched as Rick Dalton walked away. When he was gone she slid off of the car and smiled up at Cliff as she drew a pen from her back pocket and then took his arm. 

“Hollywood-2697,” he read as he looked at the number. “You got it Pretty Girl,” he brushed her jaw with his knuckle softly and then glanced in the direction Rick had gone off in. “I better go put on real clothes,” 

“Shame,” she replied as she looked him over, not missing how close they were standing as she looked back up at him. “I always imagine you dressed as a cowboy. 

“You imagine me often?” He asked and she bit her lip before running her thumb over his arm where she had written her number. 

“Call me and find out sometime,” she said softly before she backed away from him. 

When Cliff did call it was the next day and he was calling from Rick’s house. “Think you can come up and work your magic on Rick this afternoon?” 

“Sure,” she said cheerfully. “What time?” 

“How about two?” He offered. “You know where Ciello drive is?” 

“Sure,” she replied. 

“Great, he’s at 10053 Cielo Drive,” 

“Groovy, should I park on the street?” 

“Sure, I’ll see you later Pretty Girl,” 

After getting a shower in and putting on a pair of conservative pants and a comfortable, but appropriate top, she slipped her feet into some sandals and braided her hair before she took the massage table out to her little blue tiger. She shoved it into the back seat and then hopped into the front before she headed from the middle of Hollywood up to the hills. It was a ten minute drive and she listened to the new Beatles song on the radio as she drove. 

A cigarette between her lips and the fly aways from her hair flying in the warm LA wind as she drove up N. Davies Drive, she turned onto Cielo Drive and after checking the addresses, she parked in front of the house Cliff had told her the address of, and then got out of the car before she lugged her massage table out and carried it to the door. After ringing the bell, the door was opened by Cliff who smiled as he leaned in the doorway looking down at her. “Hey,” he greeted her and she smiled as she looked him over. Jeans, a white T-shirt, a unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt over it, his blonde hair hanging in his eyes as he looked her over. “You look cute,” 

“I look professional,” she retorted and he grinned before nodding. 

“Professional cutie,” he said before he leaned down and took the handle to the massage table. “Allow me,” he said as he carried the table into the house. She looked around as he carried it further in, and then followed after him. 

“Where’s Rick?” 

“Out in the pool,” he said as he nodded to the back. “Where you want me to set this up?” 

“Where will Rick be the most comfortable being naked?” She asked and he scoffed before looking her over again. 

“Is Rick the only one being naked?” He asked and she grinned before stepping up close to him. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She asked flirtatiously as she placed a hand on his hip. 

“Oh Pretty Girl,” he mumbled as he looked her over. “You have no idea how much I’d like to know,” she smiled as she ran her hand from his hip to his thigh before the two looked over as the door to the back opened and Rick Dalton walked in with an empty glass. 

She looked over and then took a step back as Rick shook his hands off. “I just dumped my entire drink into the pool,” 

“Good timing,” Cliff laughed. “Look who just got here,” 

“Hi Mr. Dalton,” Dottie said cheerfully and he stared at her blankly for a moment before his face broke into a smile. 

“Dottie! Of course, is that today?” 

“Yes sir- as long as you’re ready for a massage,” 

“Oh god Sweetpea, you have no idea how ready I am,” he nodded eagerly. “What do you need?” 

“Well, Mr. Booth here is going to go set the table up in your bedroom, and then I’ll grab a couple sheets if you have them,” 

“Of course, yeah, Cliff will show you where the linens are,” 

“And then I’ll have you come into the bedroom and we’ll get started,” 

“Perfect.” 

The first massage went well- so well that Rick paid her twice what he’d promised to pay her, and he asked if she’d be willing to come back weekly. It was great having the weekly practice, and it made it easy to see Cliff, something she always looked forward to. He would occasionally chat with her, they would share a cigarette and she would massage his boss. 

It wasn’t until one day eight weeks later that anything changed between the two. She had gotten to the house and found Rick there, in a tizzy. She had seen Rick in a mood many times, but this was a good mood, he was excitedly talking to Cliff when she walked in. “Hey guys,” she said and Rick looked at her. 

“Oh shit, is it Thursday?” He asked as he looked at his watch. “Uh, okay, don’t leave, I have a night shoot tonight,” he explained. “Cliff is going to drop me off and then come back here,” 

“Okay,” she said slowly. 

“I’ll be home around eleven- maybe twelve- can you wait?” 

“I mean, I can, but are you going to want a massage that late?” She asked and he nodded before he cupped the back of her head and kissed her forehead. 

“Of course, stay here!” He ordered before he looked at Cliff who grinned from where he was sitting on the couch. 

“Be right back,” he winked and she chuckled before she shook her head and went to the bedroom where she set up the table as usual. She wandered back to the living room and opened the small silver box on the table next to the couch that she knew was full of cigarettes. She lit one and then curled up on the couch after pulling her book out of her bag and cracking it open. 

Either way, she was getting paid. 

When Cliff got back, she looked up as he walked back into the house, she was still curled up on the couch and he closed the door before looking at her. “Whatcha reading hot stuff?” He asked and she glanced at the book before holding it up to show him the cover. 

“It’s called Rosemary’s Baby,” 

“What’s it about?” 

“Some woman getting knocked up by the devil,” she said as she looked at the book again. 

“Hot stuff,” he chuckled before he glanced at the clock. “I’ve got some stuff to do up on the roof,” he told her and she held her hands out.

“What the hell am I supposed to do until he gets back?” 

“Read your Satan porn,” he shrugged and she scoffed as she shook her head. 

A couple hours later, she had finished her book and Cliff was coming back in where she was straightening the kitchen up. “What are you doing?” He asked and she shrugged. 

“Straightened up a bit,” she explained. “I figured Rick wouldn’t mind,” 

“Yeah,” he said simply and walked over to the couch where he eased down onto it with a groan. 

“What’s wrong with you?” She asked and he glanced over his shoulder at her. 

“Just an old injury,” he assured her. “Messed it up in Korea,” 

“What is it?” She asked and he sighed before looking at her. 

“I got stabbed,” he told her before he tugged down his Hawaiian shirt and lifted up the white shirt, showing a long healed scar across his shoulder. “Went deep, so when the weather starts to change, my shoulder gets real stiff,” 

“You know what’ll help that?” 

“Don’t say a massa-“ 

“A massage,” she smiled and he grinned slightly before shaking his head. 

“How did I know you were going to say that?” 

“I don’t know, how did you?” She asked innocently and he grinned at her. 

“You don’t have anything better to do today?” 

“I finished my book,” she pouted and he groaned. 

“Oh don’t pout,” he sighed and she walked over to the living room where she knelt between his legs. “Dottie,” 

“Cliff,” she pouted up at him through her thick dark lashes. “Please?” 

“Woman,” he sighed as he moved a hand to the back of her head. “Don‘t,” 

“It’s just a massage,” she whined softly as she ran her hands up his thighs. He tightened his grip on the back of her hair and then let out a low breath. 

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he whispered. 

“What’s wrong Cliffy? Afraid of me seeing you naked?” She pouted, knowing exactly what she was doing to the older man. 

“Oh Pretty Girl,” he groaned before he sat up a little more and looked down at her. “Is this how you talk to Rick?” 

“Nope,” she made sure to pop the p as she spoke and he leaned down so he was closer to her. 

“No?” He asked and she shook her head. “Who do you talk to like this?” 

“Just you,” she whispered as he tightened his hand in her hair. “I’ve wanted to talk to you like this since I was a teenager,” she admitted and he groaned softly. 

“With all the celebrities you could have chased after- why me?” He asked and she licked her lip as she thought about the answer. 

“Because you never tried anything before I was eighteen,” she whispered. She looked into his eyes and he threaded his fingers through her hair, his other hand going to cup her cheek. His thumb brushed over her bottom lip and she parted her lips before softly wrapping her lips around the tip of his thumb. 

“What else?” He asked and she sucked on his thumb softly. He groaned softly and she pulled back from his thumb. “Fuck Pretty Girl,” he whispered. “What else?” 

“That New Year’s party,” she whispered and he groaned as he gazed down at her. 

“If you want me naked- all you have to do is ask,” 

“I want you naked,” she told him bluntly and he nodded. 

“Come on,” he stood up and took her out of the room before leading her down the hall to Rick’s room. The table was set up there and she leaned against it as Cliff let go of her hand and shut the door. “You actually want to give me a massage?” He asked and she shrugged.

“Get another signature on my log, and get you naked,” she said slowly. “I don’t see the downside,” 

“Baby, if I’m doing this naked, so are you,” he said as he walked up to her. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it up, pulling the shirt over her head before he tossed it to the ground and sank to his knees. He unbuttoned her jean shorts as he kissed her hip, and across her lower stomach to her other hip. 

“Cliff, you’re supposed to be the naked one,” she reminded him as he dragged her shorts down her legs. Gone were the days of trying to look professional for Rick, he didn’t care what she looked like, and half the time she was roped into helping him learn his lines, or calm him down when he was having a meltdown. 

“If I’m naked, you’re naked,” he repeated as he looked up at her. “Fuuuck me you’re gorgeous,” he breathed before he kissed her mound through her panties. She bit her lip and he stood up, trapping him between her body and the massage table. 

“Come here,” she whispered before she pushed his Hawaiian shirt over his shoulders. She saw him wince when she touched his shoulder and she helped him out of his white shirt before she ran her hands down his muscled chest, pausing as she looked up at him before she got to the button of his pants. 

“Do you undress Rick?” He asked and she shook her head. “Do you want to?” 

“No,” she told him honestly. “I just want to undress you,” 

“Undress me Baby,” he whispered and she unzipped his pants and unbuttoned them. He groaned softly as she ran her hand over his crotch and then let his head fall back. “Good girl,” he whispered and she smiled before kissing his chest. 

“Cliff,” she whispered as she pushed his boxers down his legs. “Get on the table, face down,” his head tilted back up and he looked down at her in disbelief before she smiled and kissed his neck, just at his throat. 

“You’re kidding,” 

“I’m going to make your shoulder feel so much better,” she promised and he let out an astonished laugh before he shook his head and wrapped an arm around her. 

“You know I have a lot more I’d rather have your hands on?” 

“I know,” she assured him as she ghosted her hand over his hard cock. He tightened his grip on her hip and she smiled before gently biting down on his jaw. “And I’m going to touch all of you,” she promised. “But first-“ 

“Get on the table?” 

“Yeah,” 

He did as he was told, and she helped cover him with the sheet as he adjusted himself so he was comfortable. “Pretty Girl,” he looked up at her, propping his chin on his hand as he did. “You haven’t-“ 

“I haven’t slept with Rick,” she assured him. “I mean, he wants to, but I haven’t,” 

“He’s said that?” He asked and she smiled before shaking her head. 

“He didn’t have to,” she told him softly. Cliff considered that before he laid back down on the massage table and she ran her hands over him gently. She picked up a bottle of oil and spread it on her hands before she began to massage him. 

When she was done with his back she leaned down and ran her fingers through his hair. “Turn over for me,” 

“Baby,” he opened his eyes. “Boy Scouts could camp under what I’ve got going on here,” 

“How do you think I know Rick wants to fuck me?” She asked lowly and Cliff turned over. He was indeed very hard and he looked up at her before lifting his arms over his head to grip her hips as she stood by his head, running her oiled hands over his chest. 

“Does Rick have a view like this?” He asked as he stared up at her bare breasts. 

“No,” she replied with a smile as she worked on his shoulder. He groaned and she massaged into his shoulder, while he continued to grip her hips. 

“Fuck Dottie,” he whispered as she dug her fingers into his shoulder. 

She worked slowly, rubbing tight muscles before she moved to his side and applied more baby oil to her hands. She massaged his chest and stomach before she glanced at the sizable tent he had going on. She could see the damp spot at the tip of the tent and she drew the sheet away, exposing him fully to her. She climbed onto the massage table then, straddling his hips and ran her hands up his body, earning a groan from him as her hips pressed his hard cock between them both. He gasped as she sat back up, his hands moving to touch her, almost desperate with his grip. 

“Cliff,” she admonished him lightly and he whimpered before he let his head fall back. When he was no longer looking at her, Dottie wrapped an oiled hand around his thick, stiff cock and began to run her hand up and down his shaft, her hand moving over him easily, drawing a gasp from him. 

“Christ,” he groaned. His cock practically throbbed in her grip and she bit her lip as she watched his face while she stroked him. “Don’t stop,” it was surprising how close he was already, and she grinned as she continued to stroke him with one hand, the other oiled hand going to cup and stroke his balls. Cliff gripped the side of the massage table as her hands worked over him, cupping and squeezing his heavy balls, drawing another groan from him as her other hand stroked and squeezed his well oiled shaft. She started to increase the speed of her hand, drawing a pained sounding groan from him, making her slow her hand again. His eyes flew open and he shook his head almost desperately as he gasped “No no no, don’t stop, don’t stop Pretty Girl,” 

With the encouragement, she began to pump her hand up and down his cock again, he met her eye and she continued to stroke him as he reached out and gripped her upper arm with an incredible strength. “Cliff,” she whispered and he groaned. “Cliff,” she said again, earning a nod and a pant. 

“Keep saying it,” he nodded as precum oozed out of his tip, rolling down her hand as she stroked him a little faster. “That- oh fuck- that’s right baby, milk that cock, almost- almost-“ she watched as his hips arched and thrust against her hand before he let out a low moan, his balls tightened in her hand and cum shot out from the end of his cock, arching to his stomach where it landed in a pool of sticky white residue. His hips continued to jerk against her hand, and she continued to stroke him, faster now as he came, and when the last rope of cum rolled down her hand he moved his hand from her upper arm to her wrist and he stilled her hand. “Get the fuck over here- right now.” He demanded as he sat up and pulled her up his torso. 

His fingers made quick work of ripping- yes, literally ripping- her panties down the seam on the sides. He yanked the ruined panties off of her and tossed them to the side before he moved two fingers to her soaked slit and ran his thumb over her. “God that got you wet huh Pretty Girl?” He asked. 

“Yes,” she panted as his thumb moved up and down her slit. He drew his hand away from her slip and raised his hand to his mouth before he sucked his thumb off, groaning at the taste of her on his thumb. 

“Fuck you even taste pretty,” he groaned before he returned his hand between her legs. She knelt above him, straddling his waist as she bit her lip and he sank a finger into her sopping cunt. She keened as he slid into her, watching her as her hands found his chest to keep herself upright. “That’s it Pretty Girl,” he encouraged when he felt her start to move her hips. “That’s right, ride my fingers,” his thumb found her clit as he curled his middle finger inside of her, drawing a gasp from her lips. “Good girl,” 

“Cliff,” she whined, as she sank down over his finger. Watching him cum had been so hot, massaging him to climax so erotic, and as he curled his finger inside her wet pussy, she felt her arms and legs break out in goosebumps. 

“Oh that feels good huh?” He asked. “Does my Pretty Girl feel good?” 

“Yes,” she gasped as his blue eyes burned with passion as he watched the way her hands curled, nails digging into her chest. 

“Yes what?” Cliff was taking control again- it was so rare he let anyone else have control over him like that, and while it had felt amazing, he needed a level of control. 

“It feels good,” she wailed as he pumped his finger into her a little faster. 

In response Cliff added a second finger to her soaked cunt, slipping it into her easily as she cried out, “That’s my girl,” he whispered as he cupped her face with his other hand. “That’s my good girl. Keep going Baby Doll, keep riding me,” her nipples hardened as she kept riding his hand, arching against it with a wanton moan as he scissored his fingers apart. “Stroking cock made you so wet, didn’t it?” He asked. “Did you like knowing all that was for you?” 

“Yeah!” She gasped. 

“Yeah?” He asked as he pumped his fingers in and out of her, curling his fingers again as he rubbed his thumb directly over her aching clit. 

“Cliff!” She all but squealed and he grinned as he watched her. 

“You said you think about me- do you think about this? Do you think about getting fucked by me?” He asked as he rubbed his thumb over her clit firmly. Sweat prickled at Dottie’s brow and she nodded as she took a breath. 

“Yes,” she moaned. 

“Yeah? Do you think about me touching you?” He continued and she nodded as she bit her lip. 

“Yes,” 

“Do you touch yourself when you think about me?” 

“Yes!” She cried and Cliff sat up before he grabbed the back of her head, fingers threading into her hair as he gripped it tightly. 

“Say it,” he ordered as he curled his fingers inside her, mercilessly rubbing her G-spot as he stared into her eyes. “Tell me what you do,”

“Oh god-“ she whimpered, years of attraction culminating in this moment, the way he fucked her with her fingers had been something she had imagined for years, and god was she getting close. His fingers masterfully coaxing her to completion, but as she stumbled on her words, he slowed, and then stilled his fingers. “Cliff,” she dragged out the word in a long whine, earning a grin from him as he looked at her through smug, half lidded eyes. 

“Tell me what you do,” he repeated and she whimpered before she licked her lips. 

“I- I think about you, and I touch myself,” she whispered and he curled his fingers against her gspot. 

“What else?” 

“I um, I make myself cum,” 

“On your fingers?” 

“Yes,”

“Thinking about me?” 

“Yes-“ 

“Thinking about how much you want to take my cock?”

“Yes!” She cried as he quickly resumed fingering her, and rubbing her clit while she moved desperately against his hand. Cliff’s lips crashed against hers, tasting of sweat and cigarettes, he dominated her mouth with his; tongue moving against hers, claiming her- owning her mouth, and in actuality, owning her with every stroke of his fingers and every breath he drew out of her. 

“Cum for me,” he demanded against her lips. He moved his mouth, pressing sloppy kisses to her jaw and neck before biting down on her neck. “Come on baby, cum for me. Cum for Daddy,” 

Dottie whimpered at his demands for her to cum, but when he called himself Daddy it was like the whole world ceased to exist, all Dottie knew was his lips and teeth against her flushed neck, his body heaving with heavy breaths against her chest, and his fingers- oh god his fingers, five of them threaded into her hair, gripping the brown strands, clutching them like she would float away if he didn’t keep a tight grip on her; two fingers of his other hand sunk deep in her wet cunt, middle and ring finger curling and coaxing her to orgasm while his pointer and pinky fingers kept her pussy spread for his attack on her; and his thumb, not to be outdone by his other fingers, kept an almost magnetic press against her clit. It was around his fingers that she finally, blessedly, had her first- of several- orgasms of the day. 

Hot velvet walls clenched around his fingers, and he scraped his teeth against her neck. Her pussy clenched around his fingers as he pumped them in and out of her, drawing a cry of pleasure from deep within her breast. Her pussy clenched and released around his fingers, hot walls gripping his fingers in an erotic vice grip as she let out squeals and high pitched moans of pleasure until her soft, flushed body went slack against his warm, strong chest. Spatterings of chest hair rubbed against her erect, sensitive nipples and Cliff slipped his fingers out of her drenched pussy, running through her soft, trimmed curls before he moved his hand up her body, streaking her dampness over her skin. 

“That’s my girl,” Cliff mumbled as he raised his hand up to her mouth. She gasped through parted lips and then moaned as he pushed his middle and ring finger between her lips, pressing down on her tongue as he watched her face carefully. She groaned and closed her lips around his fingers, tasting the bitter sweetness of her own juices on his fingers as her tongue moved between and around his fingers. 

Cliff drew his fingers from her mouth and moved his hands down to her thighs, wrapped strong arms around her legs, and then turned before he climbed off of the table. Her legs were around him still, his hard cock pressed against the soft flesh of her shapely ass, and he turned, depositing Dottie back onto the table before he adjusted himself so his tip, red, and inflamed pressed at her aching entrance. She was spent, she was sure she was, but Cliff didn’t wait, he sank his thick tip into her needy cunt, drawing a deep groan from her. Someone should have told her body that she was done, she was spent, but her body had apparently not gotten the memo, and she arched towards him, sinking him deeper still into her. Her still sensitive pussy clenched around his cock and he cupped her face with one hand while the other moved behind her, supporting them both on the massage table as he drove his hips forward, pushing further still into her, and earning another cry of pleasure from her. 

“You gonna give me another?” Cliff asked and she nodded. “Yeah, you gonna cum around my cock?” 

“Yes!” She gasped as he drew his hips back and then pushed forward again, sinking further into her. She cried out, and he pushed her legs apart as he pulled her towards the edge of the table until her ass was hanging over the edge of the table, allowing him to push into her until his tip kissed her cervix and his hips ground against hers. She keened again, and Cliff pressed a hot, open mouthed kiss to her lips. Her tongue met his hungrily, and he fisted the back of her hair even tighter as his hips drew back and then snapped forward again. 

Each thrust sent shockwaves through her pussy, through her entire body as she panted against his lips. She wrapped her arms around him, gripping his back, dragging her nails down his skin as she arched towards him like a bitch in heat. “Cliff!” She cried in pleasure as he started to set a pace, his hips moving against hers, his cock stretching and filling her pussy more than she realized it could be filled. 

His lips met hers again, his kiss demanding and passionate, the sounds of their bodies moving together practically vulgar. His lips moved to her neck again, his free hand to her mound, and pressed into her mound gently before his thumb met her swollen and sensitive clit. A gasp ripped through her and he groaned against her neck as he pumped his hips forward, his thumb moving in tandem as he drew her towards her rapidly approaching second orgasm. “Don’t stop,” she begged as his hips moved into her harder. “Don’t stop!” 

“No fucking way,” he panted against her neck, rubbing her clit under his thumb with such an intensity that she thought he could start a fire. 

In a way, he had started a fire within her, a fire that only he could control, and as he stroked in and out of her, he stoked the fire of desire burning in her belly until her legs clamped around him and she tugged him closer as best she could while a second, more intense orgasm ripped through her body. She cried out in pleasure as her walls milked his cock, his own hips jutted against hers, he rolled them and ground into her as her orgasm made her shake, and as her hot walls clenched around him, he, for the second time that day, came deep within her. 

Dottie could feel each thrust punctuated by the rope of cum spilling from his tip, and when his hips stilled finally, she panted and laid her head against his shoulder. His hand moved from her aching pussy, up her body, pausing only to give one tit a squeeze, and then he cupped her face and tilted her head up, kissing her openly, and deeply. “I could spend all night in this perfect little pussy of yours,” he told her and she whimpered softly as he stroked her cheek. His other hand was still fisting her hair, and he tugged her head back, kissing down her jaw and neck before he slid out of her, cum dribbling out of her spent pussy as he looked between them. The cum that had landed on his chest had smeared against her, and she was still trying to catch her breath. “Come on,” he took her hand and helped her down from the massage table. “Rick’ll be needing a ride soon- we’d better clean up.” 

She followed him to the bathroom on still trembling legs, and he turned the shower on before he cupped her face and kissed her slowly, and deeply as the water heated up. One of her hands rested on his chest while the other stroked his wrist gently while he kissed her, she loved this, as spent as she was, she ached for him to keep touching her, to keep fucking her. 

“Who’s my girl?” Cliff whispered as he gazed down at her, and she smiled before pressing a kiss to his lips. 

“I’m your girl,” she whispered back.

“God damn right you are,” he agreed. He checked the shower and then held the door open for her. She climbed in and immediately relaxed feeling the warm water hitting her skin. 

“Rick doesn’t mind you showering here?” She asked as he climbed in after her. 

“Nah, he knows I work up a sweat working here,” he told her as he stepped up behind her and ran his hands over her shapely ass. “Normally I use the guest bathroom- but you know, not enough room for two,” he explained as he dipped his head and kissed her shoulder. “Bend over for me,” 

“What?” She asked and he ground his hips against her- to her absolute shock, he was still hard, and she looked over her shoulder at him in surprise. 

“Oh yeah,” he grinned. “I told you I could spend hours in your pussy,” he listed a hand and ran his knuckle along her jaw. “I’m going to make your cunt miss me when I’m not inside you.” Dottie moaned- she couldn’t help it- and she bent over as Cliff had asked. She found she couldn’t turn down this opportunity, this chance to be fucked so thoroughly by him. Her arms rested against the tile wall of the shower, and he hooked an ankle around hers before pulling her legs apart, exposing her aching pussy to him. 

“Take a deep breath,” he whispered in he ear, and she did before slowly letting it out as he filled her cunt again. “That’s my girl,” he whispered as his hips pressed into her ass. She squirmed, she was still desperately sensitive, and sure this orgasm would take no time in the world for him to coax out of her. 

“Cliff,” she whimpered as he started to move his hips again. 

“I know Pretty Girl,” he whispered in her ear. “And you’re doing so good for me,” 

“Please,” she whimpered as he rocked his hips. 

“Please what?” He asked and she let out another whimper. “Please what Pretty Girl? Please stop?” 

“No!” Her eyes flew open and she could feel him grin against her shoulder before he bit it lightly. 

“No?” He asked coyly. “You want to take my cock again?” He drew his hips back and then thrust them forward. “You want this cock?” He did it again. “You want to cum all over it?” And again. “Tell me what you want Pretty Girl.” 

“Yes,” she whimpered. Christ she was still so sensitive, her pussy was so sore, but she was sure he could easily coax another orgasm out of her. 

“Yes?” He asked against her neck, one hand going to cup and squeeze her breast. His finger and thumb found her nipple and squeezed it gently before he tugged it softly. 

“Yes!” She cried, her nipples had always been sensitive, and she whimpered as he tugged and twisted her nipple, her hips grinding back to meet his. 

“You want to cum all over this cock?” 

“Yes-“ 

“You want me to fill you with cum again?” 

“Yes…” 

“You want your cunt to ache for my cock when I’m not around?” He all but growled the last question in her ear and she whined before she nodded. 

“Fuck yes,” 

“Pretty Girl,” he whispered. “I’m gonna give you exactly what you want.” 

His hands roamed her body, he gripped and squeezed her hips as he drew her back against him, he thrust his cock in and out of her aching folds, her tender and soaked pussy stretching around him as he plowed into her. Dottie’s body ached and she groaned with each thrust of his hips, but she took every single thrust, she even tried a move she had learned from a friend and tightened herself around his cock, making him swear in her ear. 

“Do that again,” he all but begged and she did, making him arch into her harder. 

His cock felt amazing against her, and when he brushed his thumb over her achingly sore clit it nearly sent her to her knees. Cliff was quick to catch her and hold her against his chest though, and he chuckled as he gripped her tight. 

“That’s it Pretty Girl,” he whispered into her ear. “That’s it,” he encouraged as he held her and then slowly moved to his knees, taking her down with him. He laid her down on the floor of the shower, on her hands and knees while he knelt behind her before he ran his thumb over her battered and used pussy. “You’ve got one more in you for me,” he said, and it wasn’t a question. He positioned himself at her entrance again and pushed himself in, hands resuming their place on her hips, pulling her back towards him as he drove his hips forward; the slapping of their bodies punctuated by the grunts that came from both of them. 

“Harder,” Dottie managed to squeal as water rushed over them both, her hair sticking to the sides of her face in long brown tendrils. Her pussy gripped him like a vice and Cliff gripped her hips harder before he began to pull her back over his cock, using her like a sleeve to fulfill his desires, fucking her without abandon as he drew himself closer and closer to completion. 

“Fucking right,” he grunted as he drew her back against him. “That’s my Pretty Girl, that’s it baby; gonna fill you with so much cum it’ll be leaking out if you all week,” Dottie moaned at the image of being so full of his cum that she would be leaking it all week, at the store, at home, just a steady stream of Cliff filling her panties was enough to make her shiver. 

“I want it,” she wailed, her voice echoing off of the tiles of the shower. “Oh fuck I want it!” She begged and he brought a hand down to slap her ass. 

“Yeah you fucking do you little tramp,” he groaned. She was surprised at his choice of works and at her lack of reaction to them- in fact her only reaction was to moan and arch back against him. 

“Harder,” she begged and he moved a hand to wrap around her, pulling her up so her back was to his chest. His other hand moved back between her legs, it was like her clit was his hand’s summer home, and he found it immediately, rubbing the sore and swollen nub as she cried out, her head falling against his shoulder as she moved with him. Her body hurt, her lower stomach and thighs were sore, but he was right, she had one more orgasm in her, and he was going to draw it out. 

“Cum for Daddy,” he whispered in her ear. “Cum all over Daddy’s cock Pretty Girl,” 

“Cliff-“ 

“Daddy,” he corrected her and she whimpered as she reached back, threading her fingers into his blonde hair as he kissed and bit at her shoulder. 

“Daddy,” she whimpered softly and he thrust into her harder. 

“Louder,” 

“Daddy-“ she spoke at a normal volume. 

“Louder.” He ordered before bringing a hand to her jaw and holding it as his other hand still mercilessly rubbed her aching clit. “Let the whole fucking neighborhood hear you.” With that he pinched her clit between two fingers and rolled it, drawing a loud cry from her body as she was taken over by her third and most powerful orgasm in a row. 

“Daddy!!” 

“Yes, yes Pretty Girl,” 

Thank god they were in the shower, Dottie had never had an orgasm quite like this one, with the normal gasping for breath, the normal slaps of skin against skin, and the normal feeling of a hot rubber band in her belly snapping- with all of those feelings, came a new one. 

Hot liquid ran down both of their thighs as he squeezed her four again, and Cliff let out a laugh that could only be described as joyous. 

“Good god, look at you go Pretty Girl,” he said in astonishment. She could feel him rub her clit even harder, making her cry out and practically fall off of his lap as she came. “That’s Daddy’s girl,” he told her as he continued to drive himself in and out of her. “Almost there, you’ve got one more for me,” 

“No!” She gasped and he nodded as she pulled away from his lap- immediately feeling empty as she laid on the floor of the shower, her knees pulled to her chest. 

“Oh yes you do,” Cliff moved over her, and immediately slid back into her. “You’re going to ache for my cock- remember Pretty Girl?” He asked. “Your gonna crave me Pretty Girl,” he promised as he continued to fuck her in that position. She whimpered and whined, and he held her legs up before he started to jerk his hips against hers again, once more spilling inside her hot cunt- not one to be proven wrong about anything though, Cliff kept his thumb on her clit and rubbed it until one final orgasm shook her body as she lay on the shower floor, practically a babbling mess as he rode her orgasm out. 

When he stopped, he pulled Dottie to his chest, sitting on the floor and holding her against him as he stroked her hair. “That’s Daddy’s good girl,” he whispered as he held her. “You did so good for Daddy,” 

“Cliff,” she whimpered and he kissed her cheek before he cupped her cheek and guided her to lay her head on his shoulder. 

“I’m right here Pretty Girl. I’m right here, and I’m so proud of you,” 

“Is it always gonna be like this?” She questioned and he smiled softly before he looked down at her. 

“Do you want it to?” He asked and she lifted her eyes to meet his. 

“Yeah,” she said decidedly and he smiled before he leaned down and kissed her lips softly.

“Then yeah Pretty Girl- it can always be like this,” he nodded. 

The two stayed in Rick Dalton’s shower for another twenty minutes before they got out and got dressed. She threw the linens into the wash, and was just considering folding up the table when they got the call to go get Rick from his film set. Dottie went with Cliff, not having anything better to do, and as the two sat in the car, he tugged her closer to him, and took her hand before pressing it to his thigh. As they drove she could feel him getting hard again and she looked at him in surprise. 

“What can I say Pretty Girl?” He asked. “My horse likes the prettiest girl in this here town,” 

Dottie burst out laughing- she couldn’t help it, and Cliff laughed as well as she tried to get over her surprise at what he had said. “You’re some kind of addict,” she said with a shake of her head. 

“Addicted to your pussy,” he commented and she rolled her eyes with a smile. 

“I thought I was supposed to be addicted to your cock,” she shot back and he grinned. 

“Oh you are-just don’t know it yet,” he said before glancing at her. “But tonight; when you go home, and you imagine me in my cowboy getup, trust me when I say your fingers just won’t cut it anymore,” 

“Well what do I do then?” She asked as he slowed to a stop at a red light. 

“Then you call me, and I come get you, and I fuck you until you can fall asleep at night,” 

“Cliff?” 

“Yeah Pretty Girl?” 

“What are you doing after this?”

[kabishkat19]

Children of Sleeping Beauty

James (Oc) : Finally! I have a brother

Briar (Oc) : James stop being so dramatic!

Lily (Oc) : Hi!

Briar beauty : hi there cutie

References :

[jackiequick]

— Once Upon A Time OC 🎻

-> The Littlest Jones — Eugene Maverick Jones

Full Name: Eugene Maverick Jones

Cursed Name: Derek Rogers

Nicknames: Mav, Gene, Genie, Shepherd, Little Brother

Height: 5’11

Age: 34

Birthplace: The Enchanted Forest

Friends & Family

Brothers: Liam & Killian Jones

Sister In Law: Emma Swan

Friendships: David Nolan, Snow White, Regina Mills

Surrogate Nephew: Henry Mills

The rest of Storybrooke gang

Seasons: 2-7

Face Claim: Aaron Taylor Johnson

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Romance: He has dated before, having fell in love with an old friend once. Other than that, he hasn’t found his true love yet. He’s a Jones, he falls quick if he likes you that long.

Sexuality (if anyone cares): Bi

The titles he’s taken on: Pirate, Prince, Thief, Bartender, Knight

His most notable titles is: Flynn Rider.

Yes, Eugene as a child was made to play and read books, while his big brothers went on to scrap for food after their father sold them away. So there was this one book, The Tales Of Flynnigan Rider, an amazing swordsman who traveled across the land in search of riches, great with the people he met and secrets to discover. And for a kid who had nothing? Well, he dreamt about it and took on that idea for himself. It inspired him to take onto that journey in the future and read those stories to all the children.

Relations: Worked for Evil Queen whenever she needed someone to do something for her. Him and Regina had some…chemistry going on as well. Once due to his behavior to steal a stunning pearl, he found himself in Wonderland where he was captured by The Queen of Hearts and forced to surrender to her bidding. On the bright side though, he escaped with Jefferson Hatter.

None-Relations: Yes, he doesn’t like Rumple. The man took off his big brother’s hand and killed the love of his own brother! Heck, Eugene saw Belle from a mile away and thought to himself, he’ll be a great boyfriend for her instead of that crocodile of a man, just sayin’.

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Personality 📺

Eugene “Flynn Rider” Jones is a rather charming, impulsive rogue with wit and a heart of gold. Yes, he can often  get caught in trouble, his loyaly to his family and friends comes out on top. He is someone who’ll do anything to protect those he loves even if it means putting himself at risk.

He hold a playful and laid-back nature that hides a deeper vulnerability, shaped by loss and responsibility. When he does let that vulnerable side be showcase, he will often appears moody and a bit smug or harsh, but he’s often times trying to not let it show. 

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—Backstory ⚒️

After everything with their bastard father, the brothers Jones were founded apart of the The Royal Navy. Due to Eugene being the second youngest one, he was forced to take on jobs with Killian on the ship meanwhile Liam decided to be the overachieving big brother and take on jobs that should’ve been left alone.

Eugene often mumbled and rolled his eyes at his eldest brother’s role, however admired his bravery to take control. Killian however, as much as he loved his big brother, hated how he never listened to him and was too stubborn for his own good. Which unfortunately led to Liam’s death, after going to Neverland due to the royals back home wanting a plant from that island, not knowing or caring about what dangerous situation they sent their own men towards.

Due to Liam Jones’s death, both Killian and Eugene made a very important decision to never return to the navy again or that blasted island. The Crown Jewel Of The Realm became The Jolly Roger overnight. Captain Jones and Lieutenant Jones. They were consider as pirates to many other sailors that passed through, including the places they sailed to and the people they met.

Despite the presence of their pirates to their crew, in reality, Killian was just a big brother trying to do his best to protect his only family he had left. So that’s why it bothered him at first glance when Eugene announced that he wanted to travel the land without him being involved. Killian was hesitant at first, he knew his little brother was a bit foolish and tend to get himself into some sort of trouble, but he didn’t want to act the same way Liam was towards him. Eugene had a good heart and a great intentions, it also helped that he was skilled with a sword—so with a soft smile, Killian let him go.

But made sure Eugene knew to always come back to him and reach out, if he needed anything. He nodded with a grin and gave his big brother a light hug before rushing off to pack his things. Killian rolled his eyes with a grin at his baby brother’s cheerful expression. Eugene Jones was always a big kid at heart with such a profound sense of humor and passion, despite his silliness or lack of self awareness at times. However it made him charming, in his own right.

Sometimes it made Killian wonder if his baby brother would ever survive without him, or live to see the day he’s old and grey.

After Eugene left for his travels to explore the land—read to children the tales of Flynniagn Rider, fight against the odds creatures in the forest, steal a thing or two, give to the poorest people, end up in a bit of trouble himself, drink and dance with the lovely folks in town, etc—Killian didn’t think he’d see his younger brother for a while until The Evil Queen brought both brothers to do her dirty work and much more.

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~ Years Later When The Dark Curse Broke ~

(Also known as Eugene Jones’s Arcs each season)

Season 2 ~ ♟️

Eugene met Emma Swan, Snow White, Cadence Nolan, Elionwy Llyr and others in The Enchanted Forest. He hasn’t seen Killian since the curse came into effect, he had no clue what happened to his brother and assumed he was a goner, so when he found Snow White, Mulan and Aurora, he decided to accompany them for a while.

He had recently been on his way to the taverns for shelter, and escape from The Stabbington Brothers, when he spotted them. He went as far as to ask what happened to them beforehand and recalled how The Enchanted Forest has taken recently to the years of being stiffened in time.

Emma asked, “So who are you supposed to be exactly?”

Snow scolded her softly, “Emma, be nice. But you didn’t give us your name.”

“Flynn Rider.” Eugene said with a soft smile.

Which of course, his real name was revealed later on in the season as Eugene Jones, after he sees Killian again. Back in Storybrooke, he relentlessly accompanied his big brother and the blasted Queen Of Hearts to their revenge. Eugene just wanted The Dark One to pay for what he’s done, after it’s revealed in a flashback, Rumple harmed his old love due to a payment that wasn’t sealed and stole the pendent that belonged to him.

He just wanted his pendent back in his hands. Later, he even met Baelfire, also known as Neal Cassidy, taking a liking to him and grew a short lived friendship. Oh! Eugene’s surprise to this ever growing Family Tree—Henry is The Dark One’s grandson?! Regina has a daughter named Theresa and her adoptive son Henry is also the child of The Savior?! It was a very long yet odd day for him.

Eugene wondered what mess did he get himself into? But he didn’t actually think he could leave this journey now, because he unexpectedly got roped into the family drama.

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Season 3 ~ 🍃🧚🏼‍♀️✨

Return to Neverland! To say, Eugene was happy to return back to that island was a lie. He wasn’t sure if he could survive reliving the past again, once he saw Peter Pan. But to help save the young boy, Henry Mills? He was willing to take the risk!

While he was there on Neverland, after insisting to Pan’s rules of the island with the others and realizing they needed help. Killian smirked at his younger brother who scoffed and gripped the pendent in his hand with an uttering smile.

Tinkerbell. Eugene old friend and once upon a lifetime love. After Regina and her daughter Theresa Mills, tracked her down, the two shared a few glances before a soft embrace.

“Rider.” Tinker said with a light smile.

“Lady Bell.” He repiled with a grin before holding the pendant out to her. “I believe this is yours.”

“My pendant? You found it? But I thought it was lost at sea and fell into the wrong hands…”

“It took some effort and a fair amount of patience, but I got it back for you.”

During the rest of the session in Neverland, David and Eugene somehow managed to get along, even if Charming wasn’t a big fan of his brother. Even rolling his eyes at Killian and Emma possibly being together one day, knowing Neal Cassidy was still in the picture.

Returning to Storybrooke, with Henry in hand, resulted in a few moments of uncertainty within the town as Pan decided to enact another dark curse but Regina was able to stop it sending everyone back to The Enchanted Forest. Expect for Emma and Henry, of course.

A whole year passed, and everyone was suddenly shocked to return back to town with new friends along with a curiosity of who did it. Tinkerbell was gone after she believed in herself again, so everyone parted ways with her. Robin Hood and his Merry Men were brought with them this time around, and let’s just say Eugene rekindled a friendship twice!

Bromance all around at this point for Eugene. He wasn’t mad about it one bit and even made friends with Ruby. The man could’ve sworn he was checking her out once or twice, and who can blame him? Ruby Lucas was a lovely lady in his eyes. Of course, Emma and Henry returned, well Henry had no memory of his past but Emma did so they were on the hunt to figure out how to get his memories back, while also trying to figure out what happened during that missing year. Especially since they don’t know who cast the curse for them to return!

Eugene went out of his way to make sure no townsfolk panicked or threatened to cause any damage, chatting with Henry whenever he bumped into him, searching for clues about the missing years and a few other things. Also him and David took Henry out for a driving lesson—it didn’t go as planned but Henry had plenty of fun! Even if Emma and Regina were in shock at the news. At some point, Eugene tried to convince himself that maybe there’s a reason why those memories weren’t brought back with him, but a part of him was curious about what truly happened.

They all found who cast the dark curse and what exactly they were dealing with eventually.

“Seriously? The Wicked Witch Of The West? She’s real too…?” Emma asked in shock and disbelief, looking around.

Cadence raised an eyebrow and remarked, “Says the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming.”

As Elio and Eugene snickered to themselves.

Of course, after beating Zelena aka The Wicked Witch Of The West, Henry’s memories returned and whatnot, everyone headed back to the diner a few days later to celebrate. Henry was reading to Snow and Charming’s baby boy the story of how his parents met, in which Ruby and Cadence chimed in with their comments before Theresa and Elio arrived. Robin and Eugene were sharing a laugh over a drink with Regina while they watched the scene happen. It was good!

Killian accidentally let it slip that Emma was thinking of returning back to New York City, possibly with Henry in tow, in which left everyone in surprise. Henry exclaimed how Storybrooke is our home and Eugene added that maybe we should all discuss this privately. Regina didn’t even looked pleased with the idea, after wanting her son to stay with her and if anything, Emma should just leave. Eugene gave her a look at her idea as she shrugged.

Eventually, a few hours later, Emma returned in a new light with realization that Storybrooke is her home along with the friends and family in it. Among other events that occurred during that time.

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Season 4 ~❄️🪄🌙

Elsa came to Storybrooke. Robin Hood’s wife who was supposed to be dead retuned due to Emma’s actions, causing a rift between her and Regina. Killian and her decided to go a date. Eugene was on Team Let’s Have Maid Marian Be Gone, but Snow glared at him. Regina silently agreed with him at first but knew that it wasn’t right thing to do.

Eugene would never admit it, but he developed a fondness for Elsa and actually found her to be very nice, despite what Grumpy said. He just wasn’t a fan of The Ice Queen, no offense to Elsa and Emma. Speaking of Emma, he felt sympathy for her during everything, he couldn’t related to what she was going through exactly but he knew she must’ve been upset. He seen from experience, that one wrong decision, can lead to people not trusting your judgement or treating you like someone who should be kept an eye on instead.

At some point, Snow snapped and actually yelled at Emma for accidentally hurting her father. When Eugene knew that all David was trying to do was push Killian out of the way before he could even get hurt, so it an obvious accident. When they arrived at the apartment to discuss what happened, Elio was holding Cadence back from saying something she might regret or not.

But Eugene wasn’t them. So when Snow said to David that “we” failed Emma—that’s when Eugene let his tongue slip. The same tongue that usually got him in trouble according to Killian, telling Snow White off and that it wasn’t David’s fault for any of this—but her own.

You can already imagine the disrespect and annoyance after that. Snow and Eugene apologized to one another sometime later.

Of course, later on in the season, things slowly got into a better gear, as despite The Shatter Sight spell, the Darkness, secrets being revealed, the team separating into two different groups. Even the concept of good vs evil, heroes vs villains were taken center stage. So Eugene was faced with his moral compass and what side he stood on, he wasn’t considered a bad character or an amazingly good one either. He was seen at sometimes as an anti-hero by some and some kept their opinions to themselves. Nothing is truly black or white, anymore. And honestly? Eugene was okay with that.

Oh! Henry introduced him to Star Wars and Marvel Comics, who knew the kid had good taste? He was shocked to find out who Luke Skywalker’s father was and he became a fan of a few characters from the Marvel movies. The two of them bonded this season!

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Season 5 ~ 🌒🍂⚡️

The Darkness comes circling back! This could be summarized as The Gang’s No Good Very Bad Day (sorta). Cause Emma’s The Dark One sacrifice after not wanting to the darkness to come and get Regina, she sacrificed herself to become a part of it.

Theresa mumbled, “…why was that kinda gay?”

Eugene rolled his eyes sighing, while sharing a look with the others and Cadence snickered at her comment. Elio just put a hand on Theresa’s shoulder and shared a look, smirking. Killian tried to take the dark one dagger to summon Emma but it was no use, because she wasn’t in this world according to Regina.

Anyways! Off to Camelot!

Eugene spend a bunch of his time in Camelot basically being a knight with Elio and David, he actually enjoyed it. And yes, of course he danced with Belle at the ball after getting all dressed up, even flirted with her to cheer themselves up. Honestly, he said that he could live here and never return home a couple of times. Belle and Eugene read together to solve the mystery of how to resolve the darkness from Emma, shared a few drinks together, and went on an evening stroll.

But he hated King Arthur from the beginning and thought that David was replacing him in the bromance section, so he went off with Robin instead. Pff, he wasn’t jealous he had his best friend Robin Hood to accompany him, he was just concerned mainly for Charming’s safety.

During the rest of the season, they returned to Storybrooke suddenly with no memories of what happened as Emma went full Dark One and was hiding shit from everyone. Of course, they all got their memories back and Eugene wanted to murder Emma after finding out what happened.

His freaking brother was the dark one too?! Regina and Eugene tried to convince Dark One!Killian Jones, what kind of man he truly wants to be. Thankfully in the end, Killian made the right choice but sadly died in the process. Eugene dropped his sword and fell to his knees once he returned home to his apartment that night, letting out a silent sob.

He lost both of his older brothers to the fire…

A few short days later, Emma showed up at his door claiming that they’re going to drink Killian back. Eugene shook his head, last thing he wanted was to deal with dark forces after everything that happened and slammed the door in her face. It wasn’t until Regina and Elio convinced him, that’s when he joined.

Yay! Road Trip to The Underworld.

Eugene spends most of his time in the beginning a bit bitter, annoyed and tired. At first he directs it all towards Emma, just wanting all of them to get out of there as soon as possible and possibly get his big brother back. Robin knows his best friends is in a vulnerable state right now and suggests he waits for Killian to return back to them with Emma, instead of him doing something reckless. Reluctantly, Eugene agreed and decided to put his mind on other things while they were here, doing what can to make things better.

But that doesn’t stop a snicker towards Emma from him. As he comes across Rumple with his ex-wife, Mliah, and Emma in the street. As Milah says, “You’ve been with my former lover and my son?”

Eugene holds back a light smirk and pats Emma’s shoulder telling her, she’s on her own as he walks away. She sent him a soft glare in return, swearing that she saw Rumple smugness on his face.

During this time, Snow and Robin pull him away from the mess deciding to distract Eugene for his own good. They are going to help people find out their unfinished business, Henry suggested he comes along knowing he can do some good in The Underworld. Eugene hesitated before feeling a slight pang of sadness and guilt, he’s been acting bitter and annoyed—when he could be helping people! With a soft smile, he ruffles Henry’s hair and agrees to do so.

So Eugene and the others were willing to join in, did their best to help people in The Underworld. Going as far as teaming up with David and Snow to trick Cruella into getting the key. It was an awkward yet humorous moment, Cruella enjoyed it but David and Eugene did not.

He went to the loft afterwards to unwind and shake off that uncomfortable moment with Cruella. He told David he’ll meet up with him later on, but his plans got switched when the sound of the door open. Eugene looked up from his drink to see Emma walking in with Killian behind her. His expression soften at the sight. There was a silence that ranged between the three of them, nothing wild or strange, but familiar enough to send waves through their minds. Killian stepped forward pulling in his younger brother into a tight embrace, not even giving him time to react before returning the hug. Eugene glanced at Emma, reaching out his hand in which she took and gently squeezed.

A silent apology between the two of them was made, sharing a brief smile and sigh of sympathy.

They all knew the road ahead back home wouldn’t be easy, but it’s worth the risk to do so.

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Ahhh okay, yes I know I stopped at Season 5! But I didn’t know what else to write yet and I didn’t want to bore anyone into reading more about this story hahaha

Anyways please let me know what you think about everything! 👀 remember to like, comment and share

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[thefrogwild]

[ffxiv ocs] typical pirate gang strategy meeting (their asses are NOT listening)

[hana-no-seiiki]

sorn from bg3 (the male prostitute drow) is such a mood cause like people always get flustered whenever i use nicknames on them (like baby/sweetheart/etc). i’ve been called all the petnames too (my current favorite being cloudhead/mooncake atm) and those that i date often tell me that it makes their heart stutter when i use those

but on the other hand i get so unbelievably and irrationally flustered n shy when people who don’t usually call me by my name just use ‘yun’ like smiling and butterflies and all augh

and my friends keep calling me out saying i act like a horny/fetishizing/problematic teenager despite having the vanilla fantasies of a victorian woman

SO I WAS THINKING

QUICK YANDERE SOFT PRETTY BOI SEX WORKER BRAINROT??

could be a camboy, host club worker, pornstar, etc. your choice and imagination

Like ya boi who’s whole job it is to fulfill the most depraved fantasies imaginable. Who lived almost his whole life doing all sorts of kinks and fetishes

but absolutely crumbles when you ask him to have sex with him in the missionary position and maybe even the lights off

like he’ll join massive orgies no problem. host/strip for celebrities like it’s no business

but when you ask if you can hold his hand while you two make love. or kiss him gently with all the love in your eyes

he just

he just ceases to function.

you aren’t a regular of his, as much as he hates that fact. but everytime you schedule a meeting with him, he just has this dopey smile on his face and he’ll often uncontrollably giggle and squeal when you hit him up.

he has some pretty rich and dangerous clients

so sometimes he may or may not drug you when you visit him sometimes.

i mean you can’t blame him if your legs are too weak the next morning (or afternoon/evening, this man has stamina) or if you only wanted to have a nice chit chat but suddenly that pink sweater you bought him started to look really nice especially with his even prettier legs exposed like that.

opens up an exclusive rent-a-boyfriend offer but in actuality it’s just you in that list

overall a menace

you know how some of my readers uses yan harem to beat the yan harem

he definitely uses his fans/clients to keep you leashed

besides, no one else can serve you like he can, so might as well stay for some more hm?

[tubut]

NEW BANNER!!!

It's time to start making changes for 2025.🎇

I present to you my person/avatar under the name of Werther. I hope that it will be accepted :>

[o-she]

My OC Amet Herz (Cora from Once Upon a Time) :3

[introvertedexhuastedpigeon]

if emma and regina had a kid this is the vibe i feel like she would give off

[elders-rps]

*a bright flash of blue light up appears in the sky, with four people falling from it, crashing into the floor*

- @shini-takeo-fate-oc

*Nobody appears to be around. You've ended up in a sort of forest clearing.

[hymntosappho]

"let out the midnight beast"